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2319 Chapter 2: Hungry Eyes || Young!StephenStrange x F!Reader

Word count: 7.3K Genre: Innocent Love, Diary Entries, Fluff. Special mentions: Donna Strange, Victor Strange A/N: This story is inspired by the Korean Drama called "2521." I have included one of my favorite scenes from the drama in this chapter. Anyone who has seen it will know which one xD ***Strictly to not post, translate or copy my works to other websites!!***

Cold Open — June 6 1999, 6PM

You rushed back to your room after spending a few hours over at the Strange’s, you mainly planned the next couple of days hanging out with Donna and showing her around town. Just like you she’s very artistic, the main difference between you was she loved sculpting, while you loved to paint. She plans on taking creative arts in university just like you.

The whole time you hung out with her though, you couldn’t help but think about her brother and how you’ll be seeing more of him. You can’t deny the fact that you did like his teasing, mainly because most of the boys who you’ve seen in the past have always treated you nicely. You squealed to yourself, could Stephen be a potential new crush? It has been a while since you’ve taken interest in somebody.

You turned the radio on while you pulled one of your journals to write an entry. Britney Spears’ new song, Baby One More Time started playing and you gasped, reaching over the radio to turn up the volume, bopping your head to the beat as you wrote furiously in your journal.

As the verse transitions to the chorus, you paused and grabbed your hairbrush to sing along with the singer, “Show me how you want it to be—tell me, baby, 'cause I need to know now, oh because, My loneliness is killing me (and I)—I must confess I still believe (still believe),”

Directly across your window was Stephen’s room. He flicked his lights on and as he entered the half organised bedroom, the first thing he laid eyes upon was you dancing in your room, holding a brush, listening to Britney Spears. He snickers to himself tilting his head and keeps watching you in amusement. He sat down on the left side of his bed closest to the window to wait how long it would take you to notice him, watching you.

“When I'm not with you I lose my mind~Give me a siiiiiign! Hit me, baby, one more time!”

Stephen was laughing at how you’re so immersed in your fake concert that you couldn’t even feel his gaze on you the whole time.

“(Y/N)!!” Stephen heard your mother call you out from downstairs.

You paused and threw your brush on your bed, “Yes Mom!?”

“Dinner time!!”

“Okay!! I’ll be right down!” You shouted back and placed a bookmark in your diary before leaving your room.

Two days later

You and Donna were in the kitchen showing each other your portfolios in highschool when Stephen came down to grab a snack. He slowed down his tracks when he saw your presence while you avoided eye contact with him.

“Oh wow! You won first prize for this one?” You pointed at the photo of Donna’s renaissance inspired sculpture.

Stephen takes three and four glances towards you as he opened the cupboards to grab peanut butter for his bread, “My loneliness is killing me (and I)~” He starts singing while spreading the peanut butter on his bread, “I must confess, I still believe (still believe)~”

You stopped breathing when you heard him singing that song. Oh God. . . did he see me dancing to Britney at some point?! You thought to yourself—while you looked traumatised, Donna stared at her brother judgingly, not knowing what had gotten into him and why he was so chirpy.

“Lunatic.” Donna mumbled under her breath as she watched Stephen copy the moves you did in your room, with a bit more exaggeration.

“When I'm not with you I lose my mind~Give me a siiiiiign! Hit me, baby, one more time!” Stephen folds the piece of bread and chucks the spoon in the sink, looking at you dead-straight in the eye with a massive smirk on his face, “Nice moves, neighbour.” He says as he leaves you alone with Donna once again.

Donna turned to look at you and witnessed your face grow crimson, “Am I missing something?”

Your face was hardened with mortification and you hid your face from your friend and groaned into your elbow, “Donna please strangle me, or else I’ll dig a hole to the middle of the earth and live there forever—”

“Why? What even is happening?” Donna shakes you, "A-Are you crying?!"

“I think your brother saw me dancing to Britney Spears in my room,” You wailed and raised your head showing Donna that you were crying out of pure embarrassment, “This is so embarrassing, my dignity has been stripped off!”

“Oh my god! That asshole!” Donna turned her head to look for Stephen who was already upstairs, probably laughing his ass off, “Don’t worry, I’ll deal with him later. He was thrown across the room when he was born, that's why he’s a jerk.”

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Vanessa and Sasha were in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies just as the girl requested. The older woman chuckles to herself, remembering the time you also asked her to teach you how to make cookies.

“I remember the day your mother asked me to teach her my recipe for these cookies,” Vanessa began whilst she, together with Sasha, rolled the dough before putting it on the trays.

“Really? When was that?” Sasha asked curiously.

“Long time ago we had new neighbours move in, I think it was summer around that time. After that she began baking more frequently—I think their kid next door loved it.” She chuckled.

Victor? Sasha thought to herself and only nodded in response, “I noticed Mom had all these medals and trophies in her room—I didn’t know she was a professional Ice Skater. . . for the thirteen whole years I’ve been alive on earth she never mentioned it once—it feels like I don’t know my mom at all.”

Vanessa chuckled, “Well, she didn’t like Ice Skating anymore, she changed her mind, just like you.”

“Oh. . . so she told you?”

“Yep.”

“Hmm. . . that’s probably why she didn’t get upset with me when I walked out of my audition.”

“She doesn’t want you to put a limit on yourself or what you want to do—I wish we could have done the same for her.”

After all the cookies have been put into the oven, Sasha heads back upstairs to search you up and watch your competition on youtube. She clicked the title, 'Swan on Ice performs one last time at winter olympics 2002.'

And now for the performance everyone is waiting for—There were rumours that she wasn’t competing this year due to personal reasons. We are lucky to witness her compete again but unfortunately this will be the last time we will see our beloved Swan—competing one last time at the age of twenty-two, nicknamed the Swan on Ice, (Y/N, L/N), ladies and gentlemen.

Swan on Ice final performance at Winter Olympics 2002

(Actual Ice Skater is Yuna Kim. Her performance is just one that fit in my imagination. She is not the Faceclaim of Reader)

"Wow." Sasha was bewitched by your performance all those years ago, you were so graceful and filled with emotion during your performance. You clearly performed with passion and it left her bewildered why you chose to go with a different path.

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June 15 1999

The money I received for my gold medal in the olympics last year was not enough to pay for my college tuition and I’m pretty sure mom and dad would oppose me using that because they want me to continue on competing on ice. Yes, I do love ice skating but training for it nearly most of my life is starting to wear me down— I think they’re expecting me to compete again in three years time. I just received a letter in the mail from my coach stating that my training will commence in autumn. Looks like I’ll end up taking student loans while juggling training, studying and working at the same time.

The problem is, I haven’t started my portfolio yet, I really need to start painting but I don’t have inspiration. . . .

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You threw out yet another sketch in your overflowing trash can, “UGH!” You pulled your hair back before laying your cheek on the table, staring at the blank piece of hard paper, defeated. Your tuxedo cat, Figaro, jumped onto top of your desk and bumped his head onto yours.

“You always come at the right time, Figaro, you’re such a good boy.” You lifted your hand and stroked the feline’s spine before scratching his chin. The feline purrs loudly and lies down on its side, showing you its belly.

“(Y/N)! Donna’s on the phone for you!” Vanessa yelled from the living room and you bolted out of your chair and ran downstairs like your life depended on it. You snatched the corded phone from your mother and unmounted the phone on the wall to go farther away from your mother.

“Hey Donna!”

“Hi! Are you free right now? Want to grab some ice cream?”

“Sure! I have to go home early though, some of my high school friends want to catch up tonight.”

“No problem! We’re at Gelato Messina, we’ll wait for you before ordering.”

“We?”

“Me and Victor—Scaredy-cat doesn’t want to be left at home”

“I’m not a scaredy cat!” You heard Victor say in the background.

“Oh. Alright! I’ll be there. Bye.”

“Byeeee.”

You hung up the phone and mounted it back on the wall, “Mom, I’m going to meet Donna at the ice cream parlour.”

“Okay, be careful.” Vanessa replied as she rearranged the plates in the kitchen.

Before heading out you ran back upstairs to grab your denim jacket and put on your high cut converse. Luckily the ice cream parlour was only ten minutes away by bicycle and when you arrived you found Donna and Victor sitting opposite each other by the window arguing until they saw you heading inside.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Over here!” Victor got on his knees on the couch and waved at you.

“Oh my gosh! Just sit down, she’s not blind you know.” Donna rolled her eyes.

“She’s not blind you know.” Victor mocked Donna and stuck his tongue out as he sat back down on the couch. You chuckled and took the seat beside Victor who happily made room for you.

“Mock me again and I won’t buy you ice cream.” Donna threatened Victor who narrowed his eyes, “What do you want?”

“I want salty caramel and cookies and cream.” Donna raised her brows and Victor sighed, “Please!”

“What about you (Y/N)?” Donna turned her attention to you.

“Oh no that’s okay, I can pay for myself.”

“Oh please—just pay for me next time—what do you want?” She waved her hands dismissively and pushed the menu towards you.

“Deal. I’ll get two scoops of Jamaican coffee gelato.” You pointed.

“Cool beans, I’ll be back—behave yourself gremlin.” Donna stood up to get in line, leaving you alone with Victor

“Have you made friends yet Victor?” You turned your body towards him and the boy shook his head, “Why not?”

“Hm, well I tried playing with the kids in the neighbourhood but they didn’t seem too interested in hanging out with a kid who grew up in the city.”

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m sure you'll find your friends when school starts again. Don’t pay them any attention.” You reassured him and ruffled his black hair, “So. . .where’s your brother?”

Victor shrugs, “Probably with his friends who are in town. . .Why?” The little boy narrows his brows.

“What do you mean why? Can’t I ask?” You narrowed your eyes back at him.

“Hmmm, do you have a crush on Stephen?” Victor narrowed his eyes further at you, causing you to chuckle nervously.

“Pft. No—I’m asking because I want to avoid him as much as possible.”

“Because you have a crush on him?”

“No! I don’t have a crush on him, ew.” You grimaced but Victor wasn’t buying it, “Why are you pushing this anyway?”

“I like you, not like the other girls he’s been with.” Victor answers casually with a shrug, “And you are very pretty, if Stephen doesn’t take a chance on you then, I suggest you choose the next best option, and that is me. I guarantee you that I will be much more handsome and cooler than Stephen when I grow up.”

You burst out laughing just as Donna headed back with a tray of desserts for each one of you.

“I think you broke her Victor, what did you do now?” Donna sets Victor’s ice cream cup in front of him and the kid excited digs in.

“She’s just extremely happy to know that I am her next best option after Stephen.”

Donna facepalms herself, “You are a kid Victor, you’re making (Y/N) a criminal—Ignore him, he’s an odd kid. Obviously thrown across the room like Stephen.”

You calmed down from laughter and shook your head, “It’s fine, Donna. Thank you for the ice cream. “

“So. . . how's your new job going?” She asked, taking a spoonful of her mango gelator.

“It’s great! I love working as a florist assistant, I get to learn about different types of flowers, it’s pretty interesting—they’re looking for another clerk though, If you want I can refer you?”

Donna shook her head, “Thank you but it’s all good, I got a job at the bookstore, over there.” She pointed with her spoon and you and Victor turned around to see the building.

“Oh my goodness, so lucky! I’ll come and visit you often! What’s your favourite flower?”

“Roses, what’s your favourite book?”

“Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.”

“I like Daffodils and The BFG by Roald Dahl.” Victor butted in with an innocent smile on his face. You and Donna focused your gaze on the boy, “What?”

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You left your house in a long coat to hide your true outfit from your mother and father. Your friends from highschool waited for you in their car, the loud music emitted clearer when you opened the door and jumped in.

“So what’s our plan for tonight?” You asked as you buckled yourself up in the backseat.

“Katie met some college boys in town and we’re all going to hang out at Latrobe for some drinks.” Maddison finally revealed the plan with you.

“What?! You girls know we can’t drink for another two years right?” You say, panic loud and clear in your voice.

“This is why we didn’t initially tell you about the plan because your goody-goody ass will back out—come on (Y/N), have you ever lived if you don’t break the rules for once?” Janice nudged your side.

“What if they ask for our IDs?” You asked.

Janice turned her body towards you, “Come here.” She motioned you to come closer to her and held your jaw while she put lipstick on you then removed your hair tie, messing your hair up a bit, “There, now you look twenty-one.”

Sasha furrowed her brows as she read further in this entry, “What the heck?! They’re the bad influence not Stephen—you need to just stick with Donna, Mom. Quality over quantity!”

After half an hour of Janice fixing you up at the backseat a bit more—you now wore a black buttoned crop top, matched with a plaid skirt, black opaque stockings and a high cut converse. What was even more surprising to you was that there wasn’t even a security guard manning the entrance. All of you walts inside the bar filled with people close to your age, without a problem. You tried your best not to grimace at your surroundings, not to mention the very loud music from the speakers—it was so loud you could feel the vibrations in your chest. The smell of smoke filled the air, making it quite hard for you to breathe.

Katie panned her eyes around the bar, “Ethan said they’re inside booth nine.” She told you and the girls and the rest of you just followed her towards where the booths were located up at the loft of the bar. Her head turned from side to side, inspecting the numbers.

Katie opened the door and the guys inside cheered. She then gestured to the rest of you to hurry up and get inside. Janice and Maddy jogged in while you timidly followed. The smell of cigarette smoke was so strong in that room that you instantly had to cover your mouth and nose—but you’ve already got a waft and you began coughing. As you fan over your face violently, you studied everyone’s faces until you landed on Stephen who was about to take a sip of his gin.

As soon as he realised it was you, he quickly averted his gaze and set his beverage down on the table. You could not tell if he was uncomfortable or a little embarrassed to see you there since his expression was difficult to decipher.

“Aren’t you going to sit?” Gareth, one of the guys chuckled, “Come sit beside me.” He patted the space between him and Stephen, who seems to still be refusing to look at you. Gareth moved aside as he gave you space to squeeze yourself in.

You cleared your throat as you sat closely beside Stephen.

Ethan eyes you closely and tilts his head, “Your last friend over here looks younger than twenty-one,” he paused before addressing you, “Hey, be honest, how old are you?”

You opened your mouth to say something but Gareth who was beside you cut you off, “Why does that matter? She wants to learn the ways of the world early, nothing wrong in teaching her right?”

Stephen took a deep breath, his jaw clenching slightly, grip tightening around his glass.

“First lesson, always have men pour the drinks for you.” Gareth grabbed the bottle of whiskey and grabbed the clean glass for you, pouring you a drink, “Alright, bottoms up.” Gareth passed you the glass but before you could grab it, Stephen yanked it out of his friend’s hand and sculled it down in one go, setting the glass down on the table with a loud thump.

Your friends and Stephen’s friends stared at each other in awkward silence.

“Dude, what’s gotten into you? Do you have a problem?” Gareth scoffs.

“Don’t kill the mood, let’s just send her out, she’s obviously not in the right drinking age—it’s a waste of alcohol.” Stephen’s cold voice sent chills down your spine. You look down, slightly feeling upset at what he said when you knew you weren’t even supposed to feel upset.

“Are you hearing yourself right now Stephen? Stop nagging, I’ll get the tab— I won’t make someone who got fired from his job pay for the bill,” Gareth pauses before trying to piss Stephen a bit more, “Aren’t you here to ask me for a favour? Like get you in my workplace? You can’t, can you? Because you can’t swallow your pride.”

“Excuse me, that is not a nice thing to say!” You snapped at Gareth who gave you a demeaning look in return.

“Shut up and drink.” Gareth quickly pours you a glass and slams it in front of you. You sighed and grabbed the glass but Stephen stood up and yanked the glass away from you, the alcohol slightly spilling on the floor, also slamming it on the table.

“Get up.” Stephen told you firmly, raging fire burning behind his eyes. You could tell he didn’t want you to make him say it twice but you can’t just leave since your friends are here.

“You go first. I can’t leave my friends.” You whispered to Stephen who scoffs and didn’t take no for an answer.

He wraps his hands fully around your wrist and attempts to pull you up, “Get. Up.”

Gareth narrows his eyes, noticing the way Stephen was being so protective over you—so he purposely puts his legs on the table to block the way and presents an arrogant smile, “Where are you going? Sit down.”

Stephen bites his bottom lip as if it was the only thing that’s giving him the patience not to throw a punch towards his friend, "Move it."

"Go by yourself, she said she wants to stay, didn't she?"

“Give it a rest, Gareth. Why are you being such an ass?” Jake butts in to defend Stephen.

Stephen chuckles and kicks Gareth's leg off while still holding onto you, causing the latter to grimace in pain and rub the side of his leg. Stephen dragged you along with him but before you could head out the door Gareth leaned over to grab his phone, "Ah—shit. That's it, I'm going to call the cops."

You casually spun around, “Do it, call the cops.” You urged him, causing you to get a concerned look from Stephen.

What the hell? Is she trying to get us all arrested?! He thought, “What are you doing?” Stephen whispered at you.

“It’s okay, I have a plan.” You whispered back to him.

Gareth chuckles and smirks at Stephen, “What do you say Steve? She wants me to call the cops.”

Stephen says nothing and just glowers at Gareth as the latter stands up to go face to face with him. Stephen lets go of your wrist and allows you to step aside, “You know her don’t you? That’s why you’re getting all worked up.”

“Whether I know her or not is none of your business.”

“Well I better report this then, she can watch you get arrested or you can go by yourself but she stays.” Gareth taunts, “Decide Stephen, you can’t step out of here until you make one.”

Your eyes widen when you noticed Stephen removing his watch, “Stephen—”

“Okay, we can all leave together then.” Stephen seethes, his fist forming into a ball. As looked away when he raised his fist, thinking he was going to punch his friend, only for him to smash the fire alarm.

“This asshole really has changed ever since he started studying Medicine.” Gareth scoffs, remaining fierce eye contact with Stephen.

“I think you should call that growing up, Gareth. I guess the good thing about it is you get to know who’s worth keeping—Why don't you give growing up a try aye?” Stephen stared down on Gareth just as hard before shifting his attention back to you, “Let’s go.”

Stephen’s strides were much bigger than yours and you tried your best to keep up and not trip over your own feet. Staff were leading people towards the emergency exits while Stephen led you to a secluded alley where he had left his motorcycle.

“You need to go home before the buses stop running.”

“What? By myself?! Katie is my ride home! And now I don’t know where she is.”

“What is wrong with you huh? What are you even doing here?”

“What about you?! You can’t just press fire alarms like that!”

“Go paint your portfolio at home or something. You’re not even at the right age to drink and you urge him to call the cops on us?!”

“Do you think I said that just because?! You don’t even know the true reason why I said that! You just ruined one of the important plans I had for myself!”

“What kind of plan involves your underage ass meeting guys and drinking at a club? Are you trying to get arrested?!”

“YES! I am trying to get arrested! Are you happy now? My parents don’t want me to pursue creative arts and I think they’re trying to bombard me with training so that I wouldn’t have time to make art for college. I want to get arrested so that the winter olympic committee will kick me out!”

Stephen’s brows creased further, “Wait—you want to get kicked out of the Winter Olympics?”

“YES! I do! I realise that there’s more to life than just ice skating. I want to make a portfolio, trust me but I’ve just been so stressed that I can’t find inspiration to draw!”

Stephen stressfully combs his hair back and sighs heavily, “You planned this to get kicked out of the olympics?” He asked once more, closing off the far distance between the both of you.

“Yes! Is that so. . .wrong?” Your voice became softer as he got closer.

“Do you know why the law sets twenty-one as the age for drinking? Because your imaginations are limited. What did you imagine would happen here? Do you think things would've unfolded the way you imagined?” Stephen paused, cornering you against the wall of the building, his gaze piercing through your eyes and shook his head “Not a chance. If you come to places like this, you open yourself up to things you don't need to experience—shouldn't experience or that you're better off not experiencing, happen.”

You felt your hands tighten into fists as you stared directly at him as he towered over you. Although you didn't want to, you could feel yourself melting under his gaze despite the fact that he was scolding you at the time, “Then what would you have me do then? No matter how much I tell my parents, they don’t listen to me.”

“Stand firm and put your foot down. I can’t tell you how, you need to figure that one out yourself.” Stephen steps back a bit and fishes his wrist watch out of his pocket to check the time, “Do you need a ride home?”

You dropped your gaze and swayed your body gently, “. . .yes.”

Stephen clicked his tongue and sighed, “You owe me twice now.”

“Are you going to drive? B-but You just had a drink!”

“I have high tolerance, I’m not even tipsy right now.” Stephen argued and threw his arms into the air.

“Prove it.” You challenged him—for your safety.

Stephen laughed in disbelief, his hands resting on either side of his hips. He shook his head at you as he once again found himself trying to prove himself to you, “Alright. Fine. How would you like me to prove it to you this time?”

“Follow the line with one foot with your arms crossed and holding onto the lobes of your ears.” You nodded your head towards the road line.

“Isn’t that a bit extreme?” Stephen casts you a judging look. You narrowed your eyes at him and he replied with another frustrated sigh before doing as you requested. He did it perfectly, “Happy?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?!” Stephen snapped and exhaled, “You just saw me do your extreme sobriety test perfectly.”

“Stand on one foot for thirty seconds,” You insisted once again.

“Okay but this is the last, I will really leave you behind if you make me do one more.” Stephen threatened and lifted his left foot up into the air and counted thirty seconds in his mind, “Alright time’s up.”

“I was actually happy the first time, I just wanted to see how far you’d go.” You stated and shrugged seeing that he passed his balancing test.

Stephen chuckles, poking his tongue on the inside of his cheeks. He watched as a deceivingly innocent grin formed on your lips, “You mischievous scamp.”

Sasha laughed out loud, “That’s right mom, show him who’s the boss.” She flicked to the next page, the more she read your diaries the more she felt connected with you the people in it—which was weird because what she was reading isn't even fictional.

You firmly held onto Stephen’s shoulders while you rode in his motorcycle—again, without any helmet on but at least he allowed you to wear his black leather jacket to protect you from the chilly breeze of the night. Your nose catches his woody scent from his jacket and it curls around you like a python. Why does everything about him draw you in? His face, his scent, his attitude.

To make it up to him from last time, you asked him to stop by a Vinyl Record store and pick any record he wanted to get. Not that you were spying in his room, it’s just his curtains were open most of the time, you could see the record covers that were tacked up on his walls.

"I'll choose a song for you and you choose a song for me," Stephen suggested as both of you walked through the aisles side by side, "If I just choose what I like, that's boring."

"Are you sure? You look like you only listen to rock and metal." You grimaced at the thought of him listening to your music taste which in contrast to him, is all pop and ballads.

"I listen to any kind of music. . ." He paused and glanced at you and chuckled defensively when he saw the doubt on your face, "I'm not uncultured."

"I didn't say anything."

"You're probably more uncultured than me—Ms. I like to dance in my room to Britney Spears."

"Meet me when you find me a song." You shot him a glare and shoved your hand to his face before you walked away to find him a song.

The long fluorescent lights on the ceiling flickered while you made your separate ways to find each other a song. There was a large selection of vinyls to choose from, so you chose to look for a well known band. You flicked through the vinyl and chose a song that you thought would be funny for him to listen to.

Stephen could see you smile from where he was, considering the fact that he was taller than the shelves. He also wanted to keep an eye on you since there weren't many people in the store at this time of night apart from the both of you. When you pulled out a vinyl from the shelf, he abruptly turned around and continued searching for a song for you.

"I got one for you! It's from the 80s though." You waved the vinyl and handed it to him.

Stephen took it and flashed a short smile when reading the song title, "Strangelove by Depeche Mode. . . Really?"

"What? It's funny! Stephen Strange listening to Strangelove~"

Stephen stares at you with a neutral face.

"You. . . can laugh any time now?" You tilted your head innocently, matched with a smile but Stephen just shook his head.

"I'll laugh tomorrow. Come on, let's give this a listen." Stephen led you to the players where a few people were listening to their songs as well.

Stephen lifted the cover of the device and gently placed the record on the player. He attached the headphone provided before leaning down side ways so you both can share the one pair of headphones. He placed the needle on the record and music began playing.

The whole time you found yourself staring at your friend's older brother, anxious to see a reaction which he was keeping to himself perfectly. At least he was slightly nodding his head to the beat. When he feels your eyes on him, he looks and you abruptly flick your gaze away, you pressed your lips together to stop a smile from coming on for getting caught for a second.

You slowly rolled your eyes back towards him a few moments later and found that he held his own gaze, causing you to panic and look away again. This time feeling blood rushing up your head.

🎶Stranglove, that's how my love goes. Strangelove, will you give it to me?🎶

The song finishes and Stephen nods, "Not bad. . . I can listen to that again." He removes the needle from the record and returns it in its case.

"Should I get this one for you then?"

"Yeah. Why not? It's a cool red coloured record." He shrugs and keeps the record in his hands, "All of mine are basic."

"Okie dokie. What have you chosen for me?"

"Well I had two choices but I didn't think you'd like the other one so. . ." Stephen walks towards his song choice for you and pulls it out of the shelf, "We'll listen to this one."

You take the record from his hands but this time, you're the one who sets it up in the player before Stephen did—leaving the lad impressed. Clearly you were just showing off.

"Wow, not many people your age know how to use that, I'm impressed." Stephen admits and nodded in approval.

"Who did you say was uncultured again?" You look up at him.

"Alright, alright. Show off." Stephen nudged you to the side, you nudged him back but unlike you, he didn’t budge. He laughed.

🎶I've been meaning to tell you, I've got this feelin' that won't subside. I look at you and I fantasize—You're mine tonight—Now, I've got you in my sights🎶

While you were leaning down and holding the headphone driver on your right ear, Stephen was holding the second headphone driver on his left ear. You could feel the heat from his cheeks against yours again and with the song being about having attraction towards someone, you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach intensifying.

His fingers traced the outline of your jaw, beckoning you to meet his stare, as he leans down, his mouth inches away from yours, your stares lock, "Do you like the song?" He whispers, his breath skating over your lips.

"Hello? Earth to (Y/N)!" Stephen waved his hands over your face to get you out of your trance, you shook your head and looked up at him, swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth, "Glad to have you back, Jesus, where did you go just now?"

Sasha buried her head into the pillow and screamed out of second hand cringe, "You're too obvious Mom! Ugh. Stoooop!"

"Oh er—I was just listening intently to the song. . ."

"The song finished at least a minute ago."

"Oh. . .really?"

Stephen chuckled, "Weirdo," he then hung the headphones in its hook, "So are you going to tell me your thoughts?"

You blinked fast, eyes lingering on his lips after you daydreamed about it just now, "Of course I think the song is good—It’s from Dirty Dancing for crying out loud."

"You like dirty dancing?" Stephen asked casually, his tone conversational.

You flick your attention to him, pulse thrumming, "Um. . . I don't know. I'm too shy to do that sort of thing." You look away.

Stephen knitted his brow; it was obvious that he had not anticipated that you would take his question in the wrong context. Because it was so out of the blue, he was unable to hold back his laughter, his head falling backwards.

“What? You obviously know I don't go to clubs! You probably have a lot of experience if you find my experience laughable." You furrowed your eyebrows in his direction, but Stephen paid you no mind as he continued to laugh, at this point holding one arm over his upper abdomen, "What is so funny?!"

"I–I was talking about the. . .the m-movie—" Stephen managed to say in between his laughter.

For the love of Christ. You bit your bottom lip and frowned, "You should’ve been more specific then! Ugh!" you turned on your heels and whirled around, yanking his record out of his hands to pay for it, "Just this one, thank you." You said to the cashier as you slid a solid dirty-dollar note on the counter.

After getting the change, you turned to Stephen who now stood behind you with a lop-sided smile on his face, you growled softly and shoved the record to his chest, “Now we’re even.” You walked out ahead of him and he followed you.

“You owe me one more.” Stephen stated from behind you as he followed you closely.

“I think embarrassing myself in front of you multiple times should cover that?”

Stephen’s smile slowly faded when he realised that you weren’t in a joking mood anymore, he took a few more steps toward you and whirls you around after gripping your wrist, “Oh C’mon, (Y/N). I was just kidding, I don’t really don’t care whether you have experience or not. Why are you getting so upset?”

Flustered by the way he twirled you around, you refused eye-contact. Because I have a crush on you dammit! “Nothing, will you just take me home? Please?”

You turned your head to look at him and saw that he was analysing something on your face for a few minutes before he finally said, "Okay" and released your wrist. He then proceeded past you in the direction of his motorcycle.

You timidly follow him as he kickstarts his ignitions, Stephen revs the engine and impatiently addresses you whilst you stand there waiting for permission to get on, “Well? Are you getting on or are you going to wait for hell to freeze?”

You huffed quietly and carefully mounted yourself behind him.

“Here, put it on.” He passes you the leather jacket and urges you to take it when you don't.

“I don’t need it.”

“I said, put it on.” He demanded, this time sounding slightly irritated. Feeling intimidated at the shift of his mood you took the jacket and wore it.

“You’re going to catch a cold.” You quietly replied, now slightly feeling bad for snapping at him when he’s the one doing you a favour.

“Worry about yourself first.” Stephen’s icy reply could penetrate the leather jacket you were now wearing, “Are you all set? It might be a longer drive than last time.”

You slid closer to him and put your delicate hands over his broad shoulders, but something caught your wrist and wrapped it around his waist instead. You didn’t bother trying to reposition yourself when it was him who placed your arms there. You swallowed hard and focused instead on the warmth in front of you. The solid frame. It almost deleted your sense of embarrassment earlier on.

To make the most of the almost empty road, Stephen cranked up the throttle, and the two of you took off. Stephen must’ve sensed your mood shifted once again when you rested your cheek on his back. He began to talk but you were too distracted by too many sensations. His voice, the slightly cold breeze, his scent and the friction of his large frame as you held onto him to keep yourself in place. Your thoughts were attempting to centre themselves on the content of his words rather than the mental picture of his lips that kept popping up.

“Are you asleep?” He asked when you didn’t answer his question.

“No.” You answered plainly.

“Then why aren’t you answering?”

“Because along with the wind, your motorcycle is very loud.” You told him part of the truth whilst talking loudly to beat the sound of the wind and the engine.

“I was asking whether you want to get inspiration, I know a place, me and Donna found it when we went hiking in St. Clair Mountain.” He repeats himself, “I assume you’ve been there?”

“Uhhh. . . not really.”

“What?!” Stephen almost pressed the brakes after hearing you haven’t been to St. Clair Mountain, “You’re a local here and you haven’t been there?”

“My dad doesn’t want me going hiking—it took me one week to convince him to allow me to join my friends on that camping trip.”

“Wow. . . I am so sorry that you’re being forced to live with a dictator dad.” Stephen replied nonchalantly. He didn’t like your dad, not after meeting him the first time—and he was sure Arthur didn’t like him either.

“Hey, that’s my dad you’re talking about.”

“Right, right. Sorry.” He shrugs but you could tell by this tone that he didn’t mean it, “So what do you say? You in or you out?”

“I’ll think about it.”

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You told Stephen to drop you off a couple of blocks away and you’d just walk the rest so as to not get caught by the prying eyes of Darla and your father. Fortunately for you, both your parents were already asleep by the time you arrived but you still tip-toed your way to your room to not wake them up and question you about your night.

You entered your room, your curtains were closed and it has been for a couple of days now—especially after Stephen caught you dancing in your room. You freshened yourself up and changed into your pyjamas. Of course, before going to bed you pulled your diary and wrote about your day.

Ten minutes later, you hear a tap on your window. You cautiously made your way towards it and peaked through the cracks to find Stephen sitting on his alcove, throwing corn kernels at your window; you pushed your curtains aside and his face lit up when he found you still awake. He wore an oversized t-shirt and black sweatpants, his hair damp as if he just got out of the shower. He motioned for you to open your window as well so you could talk to him.

“Have you made up your mind yet?” He asked as he munched on popcorn in a glass bowl.

“No. I don’t know—it depends on who’s coming.” you replied and reluctantly sat on your alcove as well.

“Depends on who’s coming? So you want it to be just you and me?” Stephen asks confidently and tilts his head. There he goes again with that annoying smile.

“Please, don’t get ahead of yourself. If Donna’s coming then I’ll one hundred percent go.”

Stephen nodded, “I see. But what if Donna doesn’t want to go?”

“Then I’ll keep thinking about it.”

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Out of the blue, Sasha’s phone begins to ring and finds that it was you who was calling. She gives herself a few seconds before answering your call.

“Hi Mom.” “Hey ladybug, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing alright, how are you?”

Paris

“I’m doing fine. . . It’s five in the evening here right now. Are you behaving yourself?” You asked as you sat along in your balcony that had a full view of the Eiffel Tower.

“Yeah, Grandma taught me her choc chip cookie recipe.” Sasha said over the phone. You smiled to hear that she took interest in baking, “It was alright for my first try, maybe I’ll just add extra butter next time, I like my cookies gooey.”

“Gooey.” you both said at the same time, “You remind me of someone who always requested gooey cookies from me.”

“Really? Who?”

“A kid who used to live next door when I was a teenager. He loved your Grandma’s cookie recipe, I actually asked mom to teach me how to bake because of him.”

“Victor Strange?” Sasha’s mouth slipped and she covered her mouth.

“Y-Yes. How did you know that?” You almost sat up from your chair when you heard the name.

“Er. . . Grandma! She talked about it. While we were. . .making. . .cookies.”

“Oh. . . alright. Well, you better get some practice, I want to try your cookies.” You relaxed back to your chair.

“Mhm, mhm.”

“I miss you, ladybug.”

“I miss you too,” There was a long pause between you, “Hey Mom?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Don’t get mad but I saw your trophies and gold medals from Ice Skating. . . how come you never told me about it?” Sasha eased into the question, fingers crossed so hard as she wished for you not to get angry.

You were rendered speechless for a second, “I didn’t think it was important.”

“Are you serious? My mom was an olympian when she was my age and got gold medals all throughout. How is that not important?” Sasha beamed through the phone, “You were a legend! You should’ve continued—”

“Honey, just like you, I lost interest okay? Can we not talk about this right now? I’ll tell you all about my competition when I get back okay? I. . I gotta go. I love you.” You spoke quickly and hung up the phone before your daughter could even say I love you back.

The line began beeping and Sasha looked at her phone puzzled, “She hung up on me.”

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wallflowerimagines · 3 years

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oh hello!! i found your blog and i’m so amazed at what you write! i’m unsure if i’ve asked here before, or if this is my first time. how would the lords react to a young F!reader who has liquid mercury wings, and also doesn’t know how to smile (yet)? lil ‘kuudere’ mercury angel lmao. i hope this isn’t too much to ask ^^ tysm and stay safe!! 💛

Thank you! 💛 This is my first time getting this ask. I've interpreted it as more of a child/young teen reader, let me know if you envisioned it differently!

Alcina Dimitrescu

Congratulations! You've just been adopted! 🎉🎉🎉

All of Alcina's mom instincts just clicked on the minute she saw you. You're so small. So cute. She felt the same instant connection to you as she did to her three daughters.

Without even being able to really process it, you're given a room, an entire new wardrobe, and three older sisters who adore you just as much as their mom does. Honestly, it's a little disorienting.

Alcina is a little worried about the fact that you seem to have no real emotions, but she's a patient lady who believes firmly in communication. If you like something and tell her, she believes you. Some people just don't emote that well, after all. She gets used to it very quickly.

(And if anyone even so much as makes a snippy comment about your face or tone, they're straight up dead.)

She is the kind of mom who wants ALL the pictures of her darling children, and makes you sit for many, many formal portraits--some of which she even paints herself.

She likes incorporating Angelic imagery in all of your portraits, too. Your wings are beautiful, and she wants to make sure that you never have insecurities about your appearance or your abilities. If she can show even 1/10th of how perfect she finds you, she calls it a mission accomplished.

Alcina never expected you to smile for her, honestly. You had limits, and she respected them. But when she unveiled the newest family portrait--with all of her children featured prominently--to her surprise she spots a small, trembling smile on your lips.

And when you say 'Thank you, Mother'? Alcina gets really emotional, and even a little teary eyed.

She Immediately drops to her knees and pulls you into the BIGGEST hug. You are always welcome.

Donna Beneviento

But if you're baby, and I'm baby, then who's driving the bus?

Donna does not know how to interact with you. She's already quite inexperienced with social interaction, and without the feedback that she normally gets from people's facial expressions, she's left floundering.

She's really trying her best, too! It's just, your voice doesn't even have the slightest bit of inflection. Are you happy? Sad? Give her a hint she is suffering.

Your deadpan tone just CRACKS Angie up, though.

Angie bridges the gap in your relationship. She is talkative and wacky, which fills the awkward silences between you and Donna very easily.

Similar to Donna, you find it very easy to talk to Angie! She doesn't force you to smile, or talk, or do anything you might be uncomfortable with. She's playful and loud, so you don't have to try very hard around her.

Eventually you two reach a peaceful, relaxing medium. Donna slowly accepts that your words are meant to be taken at face value, and with that realization a lot of the stress between you two melts away.

Also, if you let her make you clothes? She👏is👏 LIVING👏

She loooves to make things for you, and the wings only offer a welcome challenge. She's never worked with anything like that before, and she's so excited!!!!

Angie also wants you to fly around with her in the yard! The three of you actually have a lot of fond memories of outdoor tea parties where Donna primly sits in a chair, watching with a small, happy smile on her face as you flutter through the air with a SCREECHING Angie in your arms. She's having a BLAST!!

It's the first time she sees you smile, too, and it just makes her own smile grow. She never thought she'd have another sibling, but life really is full of surprises, isn't it?

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore is SO concerned...

You're really young, left alone, with an obvious physical difference that can be spotted a mile away. Someone could target you very easily, and despite your wings he doesn't know if you could safely defend yourself. He really wants to help you out, but uh...

Kids are consistently terrified of him? He doesn't know if you would accept his help or run away screaming.

...but your clothes are so ratty, and it's so cold outside...

Moreau decides to sneakily leave you some cheese and a spare scarf on a rock in plain view. When he sees you put the scarf on and absolutely DEVOUR the piece of cheese, it steals his resolve.

He winds up leaving you a small trail of cheese pieces that lead to his home, and sets up a small separate nest like area for you. It's entirely enclosed, warm and far enough away from his room that he hopes it won't spook you. This will work great!

Little does he know, that you were only a few paces behind him the entire time, and when he finally finished with the setup, he turned around to find you hovering in the doorway, expression blank as always, and mouth full of cheese.

Moreau screamed

You seem happy enough with the new setup, though, and begin to follow Moreau around like a baby duck.

Dr. Moreau Time: He does give you the occasional exam to test your reflexes. He's worried a little bit about the composition of your wings--Mercury is a chemical that is known to cause madness and nerve damage with extended exposure, especially in young children.

He wants to ensure that you're safe from harm, both physical and mental!

One night, many weeks later, when you two are seated side by side watching a movie, you flop into his side with a small smile on your face, and fall asleep. Moreau tries not to wake you up with his overwhelmed sobbing.

Karl Heisenberg

Hello?? Child?? Why are you here???

Karl doesn't quite know what to do with you, at first. He's not bad with kids, per se, but it's suspicious for him that you just so happen to have a variant of his metal powers and were found wandering around outside the Factory.

He suspects Mother Miranda immediately--are you a spy? Another one of her victims? He doesn't know, and until he does you will be fed, clothed, and kept at arm's length.

Once he confirms your lack of involvement in her schemes, he engages with you a lot more.

Initially, just kind of baffled by the fact you don't emote, but upon further thought he totally gets it. Emotions suck, man. You don't gotta express more than you have to around him, he's cool with it.

He's more used to being a Fun Uncle rather than a dad (he's totally helped Alcina's daughters sneak out and cause mischief before this), so he only vaguely knows that you should probably have a bedtime, regular meals, and a social circle? He'll halfheartedly try to enforce stuff, but if you push back at all he just let's it go.

He, uh, will also let you help him mess around with corpses for the soldats? Definitely not age appropriate, but still, he wants to share his passion with you and teach you a little bit about metalwork.

One day, he does a little metal bending trick in front of you and makes you a flower, just to show off. Your eyes just LIGHT UP and the tiniest little smile shows up on your face, and when you reach your hands out to grab it--

Something deep in his chest just seized up all of a sudden. Shit, that's cute.

Shit, does that mean he's attached??? FUCK, WHEN DID HE GET ATTACHED??

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multifandomfanficss · 3 years

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Perfect

Doctor x Reader (Platonic!Jack x Reader)

Prompt: When on an adventure with the Doctor and Jack the reader is attacked by an alien called a Psyfon, a race with psychic abilities who feed off of emotions. The reader gets stuck in their perfect dream realm and the Doctor has to save them before they die in there.

Warnings: Dead family members.

A/N: Pretty much any Doctor can be used, but I mostly thought of 10 and 11 while writing it. The aliens were inspired by the Djinn from Supernatural. I was also inspired by Doctor Who: The Infinite Quest a little bit so if you’re a fan of the main series you should totally check that out. Also please let me know if I made an error in pronouns. I tried to make the reader gender neutral so everyone could relate.

You had been traveling with the Doctor for a while now and had run into Jack not long after you met him. When you first met Jack, an old friend of the Doctor’s, you didn’t believe him when he said he had known the Doctor for over a century. Judging by his earthly appearance and his age there was no way this could be true, but after watching him die you quickly learned of his immortality.

You met the Doctor when he saved you from the Cybermen. Sadly he couldn’t save your family from such a terrible fate, but he got you out just in time. Ever since then they had been your biggest fear. Jack and the Doctor had lived for so long they both knew what it was like to lose the people they cared for most...nobody knew better than the Doctor. They helped you get through the pain that came after such a big loss. The Doctor would often hear crying coming from your room during your early nights on the TARDIS when he sat up late in the console room and he would be at your side in seconds to comfort you. He was always there for you no matter what. You wouldn’t have gotten to this point without him. By now the nightmares had gone away, mostly, and the scars had stopped bleeding, but they were still there. They would always be there. This history was a part of you forever, your history, and you were just lucky enough to have the Doctor in it. If you’re being completely honest with yourself you had grown a little bit of a crush on the Doctor. I mean who wouldn’t? He’s the Doctor. You loved him, but you would never tell him. You were happy living with his ignorance. Life was better in the bliss of your friendship.

It had been just a normal adventure with your two best friends, Jack and the Doctor, but then again nothing was ever really normal with them. You were separated from your boys as your ran down a long dark corridor. Your shoes slapped against the cold, hard pavement as you rounded the corner. When you looked behind you there seemed to be nothing chasing you anymore. You stopped to catch your breath.

The three of you had been investigating a series of psychic attacks that were leaving people brain dead and full of a strange blue goo. You weren’t sure what kind of alien could do such a thing, but you knew you had to find out.

“(Y/N)?!” I hear Jack yell in a hushed tone. His voice echos throughout the empty building. You turn to look for him when you start to hear ringing in your ears and a giant pounding in your head. You feel your eyes close as your body hits the ground.

THIRD PERSON POV

Jack stood next to (Y/N)’s body with his gun aimed at the monster while the Doctor crouched down to check their pulse.

“You better hope they’re still alive!” Jack said as he shoved his big gun in the monster’s face. Usually the Doctor would object to pointing guns at people, but he was so worried about (Y/N) he didn’t have time to care about Jack’s manners.

“What did you do to them?!” The Doctor asks standing up to look at the alien. They were from a species called Psyfons, a group of aliens who feed off the emotions of other people.

“Don’t worry, they’re only sleeping,” the alien slurred.

“For now,” they added. Jack hit the alien with the butt of his gun and knocked them out. The Doctor gave him a disapproving look.

“You should be happy. Knocking them out was the least I could do” Jack joked. The Doctor rolled his eyes and dropped down to (Y/N)‘s body again. Jack joined him this time. They were sweating. He placed his hand over their forehead.

“They’re burning up” Jack stated the obvious.

“Yes, I know I-I I have to do-do this thing-“ The Doctor starts stuttering.

“Then do it!” Jack cuts him.

“But I can’t! I swore I’d never do it again! Not since-“ He started to get a little choked up.

“Since what?!” Jack questioned.

“Not since Donna” The Doctor finished sadly. Jack put a hand on the Doctor’s shoulder.

“It’s the only way to save them” Jack told him.

“It was the only way to save her too” The Doctor says sadly.

“Maybe it’ll be different this time” Jack suggests.

“We don’t know that” The Doctor says coldly as he puts his hands to (Y/N)’s head and enter’s their mind.

(Y/N)’S POV

You wake up laying in the grass in front of your old house. You hear the sound of birds and the sun is just a little too bright for comfort, but it’s home. You take a deep breath of the fresh air. You smile, but you’re confused. You look over to see the Doctor standing in the TARDIS door. Jack is nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Jack?” You ask.

“Oh, popped off to see his friends at Torchwood, I suppose” The Doctor tells you. You nod as you look back to your house.

“And we’re home because...” You wonder.

“The Psyfon knocked you out. I figured this would be a nice, safe place to rest for a while” He reminds you.

“And I couldn’t just rest in the TARDIS?” You ask.

“I thought this would be a nice surprise” He says.

“What year is it?” You ask. You doubt he would be able to bring you to a time period where your family is alive, but it never hurts to ask.

“2021” He answers.

“So they’re not here” you say sadly.

“Who’s not here?” He asks.

“My family” You say becoming more sad, but more confused by the second. How could he just forget like that? You know he’s lived for a long time, but surely he wouldn’t forget something this important to you. Would he? He gives you a confused look.

“Doctor, my family is d-“ You’re cut off by the sound of a door opening.

“You didn’t tell us you were coming!” You hear a voice say. You stop dead in your tracks and you go white. It can’t be.

“Mom?” You say as you turn around to see her. You run to her and engulf her in a giant hug.

“Woah, what’s that for?” Your mother asks delighted, as you practically knock her down.

“I just missed you. That’s all” You say as you try to hold back your tears.

“Where is everybody?” You ask, as it suddenly dawns on you that your family is alive.

“Your father went to go pick up your brother and sister from school” She informs you. The Doctor comes up behind you and takes your hand. He squeezes it, giving you a big smile. He is an impossible man, but you never knew he could do something like this for you.

“Why don’t you two come in? It’s almost time for tea” Your mother invites you in. You gladly accept, of course. You watch your mother go into the kitchen as you pull the Doctor aside into the living room and hug him tightly.

“Thank you” You tell him. That’s when you start to let go of a few tears.

“I figured it was time to go home” He says happily. The hug lingers a little longer than usual. He just holds you. Then he places a quick kiss to your cheek, just missing your lips. Your face goes red. This is completely out of character for your relationship with the Doctor. Sure you had always wanted to be something more, but he didn’t need to know that. You didn’t want your relationship with him to change. You figure it’s best to just dance around the subject. You pull away and clear your throat.

“So, um...how did you do it?” You ask.

“Do what?” He asks looking lovingly into your eyes.

“Bring my family back?” You ask with a slight chuckle.

“I didn’t” He says simply. That’s when your head begins to ring again.

“Let me in, (Y/N). That’s it.” You hear the Doctor’s voice, but his lips aren’t moving. Suddenly there is a light and the Doctor shifts uncomfortably. He cracks his neck and stretches out his arms.

“Good thing there was a body here for me to jump into or else that could have been disastrous” He comments. You give him a confused look.

“Oh, yes! I’m sorry (Y/N), but none of this is real” He says plainly.

“What?” You ask. This all certainly looks and feels real. The sound of a kettle whistle comes from the kitchen. The Doctor sniffs the air.

“Is that tea?” He asks.

“Tea’s ready!” Your mom calls from the kitchen.

“Doctor, you need to tell me what’s going on right now” You demand. He looks into the kitchen and makes a face.

“The Psyfon. It put you in a dream state so it could feed off your energy and emotions. You’re dying in the real world. Turning to goo” He held out the last word as he made a face of disgust and interest. He gave you a sad look as he started to put the pieces together, of where you were and who you were with. You started to feel your legs give out from underneath you. The Doctor guided you to a chair.

“I want to stay” You say numbly.

“(Y/N), none of this is real” He starts.

“I don’t care. I want to stay” You repeat.

“You’ll die in here” He begins.

“Time works differently in dreams. I could easily spend my whole life here-“ You try to rationalize it.

“You’ll never see me again” The Doctor tries.

“There’s a version of you here-“ You try, but are cut off again. He crouches down to your level and takes hold of your hands.

“(Y/N), none of this is real. It will never be real. Your pain balances out your beauty. There wouldn’t be one without the other and that’s what makes you human and you are SO human. This is all in your head. You will be alone in here forever. Please just come home with me. There are people there who will miss you. Come back with me, back to the TARDIS, please!” He results to begging as a last ditch effort.

“How can I go back when everything is so perfect here? I’m perfect here. I’m not a mess. I can just be me” You start to cry.

“You’re always perfect to me and that little bit of mess makes you human. It doesn’t lessen your beauty or your creativity or your kindness. It just adds to who you are as a person” He says, wiping away a tear.

“Please. Come home with me” He begs. You nod in response as he gives your hands a squeeze. He gives you a sad smile. You stand together and you hear the doorbell ring.

“That must be your father. He forgot his keys again” Your mother laughs as she walks to the door. The door opens and the Doctor pushes himself in front of your as three Cybermen crash through the door.

“DELETE” One yells, as it kills your mother.

“NO” You scream, as the Doctor tries to keep you from running towards her.

“She isn’t real! Come on!” He yells over the sound of pounding Cybermen feet as he pulls you out the back way to the garden.

“Where’s the TARDIS?” He asks.

“It’s on the other side of the house!” You say as you pull him around the building. You lay your eyes on the beautiful blue box as the Doctor shoves his key inside.

“YOU WILL BE UPGRADED” The Cybermen shout. Once unlocked, you push your way through the doors to find a hollow Police Box.

“Why is this happening?!” You cry. The Doctor places his hands on your shoulders.

“The dream is turning into a nightmare to try to keep you here. (Y/N), come on. You have to think. What’s keeping you here?” He asks.

“My family is dead!” You cry.

“Yes, something else” He tries to think. You look at his thinking face. His beautiful thinking face and it strikes you.

“I’m in love with you” You blurt out.

“What?!” He looks back at you with a confused look.

“The version of you here. I think he felt the same way” You give him an embarrassed look. He lets go of a big breath.

“Well...” He starts as he tilts his head.

“I suppose if admitting the way I feel gets us out of here then the real me doesn’t feel very different” He finishes quickly.

“Wait, what?!” You respond. He gives you his classic Doctor smile before the Cybermen fade. Everything fades. The world goes black.

You wake up crying with a pounding headache in your bed in the TARDIS. The Doctor rushes in just like old times.

“It’s okay. I’m here” The Doctor tells you as he sits on your bed and wraps his arms around you.

“I just had the most insane dream” You start to tell him.

“Well...” His voice fades.

“Doctor, was that real?” You ask him. He pulls back to look at you.

“In a sense, yes” He goes on to explain the effects the Psyfon had on you and how he went into your mind to save you. He explains how you were unconscious when you came out of the dream state and that he brought you back to your room on the TARDIS to rest.

“Where’s Jack?” You ask.

“He’s bringing the Psyfon to the Shadow Proclamation for me where they will be tried for their psychological attacks. They won’t hurt anyone anymore” He promises. After you’ve calmed down somewhat he gets up to leave the room.

“You should get some rest” He says opening the door.

“Wait! Doctor, do you think maybe you could stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?” You ask.

“Of course” He responds as he awkwardly climbs into your bed and wraps his arms around you. You almost forget about your confessions until he kisses you on the cheek.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)” He says sweetly.

“Goodnight, Doctor” You say as you drift off to sleep to the sound of his dual heartbeats.

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elianamarie-blog · 4 years

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The Things You Give Pt 14

Steven Hyde x Read

Happy Holidays and New Years everyone! I can’t believe we’re already 14 parts in. I’m so glad you guys are loving the story! Tag list is open if you want to be a part of it :)

Beep, beep, beep.

The sound of the heart monitor was the only noise resourcing from the room. Hyde sat beside y/n, watching as her chest gently rose and fell, and listened to Red interrogate Eric from the hallway.

“What do you mean you don’t know what happened?!” Red asked him in his usual gruff tone.

“I don’t, Dad!” Eric defended. “All I saw is that she was sick and she was trying to get Fez and Hyde to stop fighting and she just dropped!”

“And you didn’t catch her?” Red fumed. “She could’ve gotten hurt!”

“Well, I didn’t expect her to fall!” he responded.

“Red, honey, your yelling isn’t making anything easier,” Kitty said quietly.

“For me it is!”

“Red,” she said more sternly.

“Well, have they figured out what’s wrong with her?” the worried father asked impatiently.

“No, they haven’t,” Kitty answered calmly.

“What’s taking them so long?” he grumbled. “We’ve been here for hours!”

Kitty blinked at her husband. “We’ve been here for twenty-five minutes.”

“And our daughter has been unconscious for forty! My little girl is in there now and I want answers, dammit!”

“Red, she’s fine,” Kitty said, trying to soothe him. “She’s tucked in a bed right now with monitoring and her breathing is normal. They drew her blood and we’re just waiting on the test results.”

“They need to come faster!” he shouted, causing Kitty to frantically look around and smile nervously as her coworkers stared at them.

“Hey, Mom, if Dad has another heart attack, at least it’ll save us another ambulance bill since we’re already at a hospital,” Eric said grinning, sarcasm bleeding into his tone.

“Can it, dumbass!” Red snarled.

Inside the room, y/n groaned, hearing the arguing from outside and slowly opened her eyes, seeing nothing but white. Her head felt someone was taking a jack hammer to her skull. Steven noticed and waited anxiously by her side.

“Why do they have to be so loud?” she mumbled.

Steven sighed in relief and grabbed her hand. “Are you okay? How’re you feeling?”

“I think so,” she croaked. “I feel like crap and I’m tired.”

Hyde chuckled softly and leaned over, kissing her head softly. “You scared the crap out of me.”

“What happened? Am I in the hospital?” she asked, not letting go of his hand.

Hyde paused, searching her face. “You don’t—? You fainted and hit the ground pretty hard. They think you may have gotten a concussion.”

“Well, that explains my headache,” she grumbled and rubbed her head. She looked at Steven who was still looking at her with worried eyes. “Where is everyone?”

“Your parents are out in the hall with your brother, Fez is here but went to find ice cream.” He rolled his eyes at the thought but continued. “And everyone else is on their way.”

“How long have I been out?”

“About forty-five minutes. I’m glad you’re okay,” he answered and pulled her hand up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss.

If it wasn’t for her head screaming at her, her heart would be fluttering away like butterflies, but all she wanted to do was numb the pain. A sharp pain surged through her skull, causing her to hiss.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked her.

She tried to nod, but that caused more pain to her skull. “My head hurts. A lot.”

“That’s what happens when you smack your head on concrete,” he answered. “You have a pretty good-sized knot on your head.”

Y/n reached up and felt her scalp until she felt a painful bump behind the side of her head. She winced at her own touched. “Ow.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t do that,” Hyde chuckled. “I’m going to go get something to drink. Do you want anything?”

Her stomach churned at the thought of liquids and scrunched up her nose. “No, but I probably should. I’ll take a ginger ale if they have any.”

“You got it, doll,” he said and walked out just as the doctor was stepping in.

“Good afternoon, Miss Forman,” the middle-aged, dark haired man said. “I’m Dr. Kipp. I’ve been looking over you while you were out. How are you feeling?”

“Not gonna lie, Doc, I feel pretty lousy,” Y/n responded. “I’ve been sick for the last couple of days. Not being able to keep anything down, I’m achy all over…I’m starting to wonder if I have the stomach flu or something. On top of that, my head is killing me.”

“Well, you passed out due to your blood pressure dropping which caused a lack of blood to the brain, but it’s definitely not the stomach flu,” Dr. Kipp answered casually, setting down his clipboard as he went over to the sink to wash his hands.

“How do you know that?” Y/n questioned him.

“Well, it can’t be because you’re pregnant.”

--Time Skip—

“How’s y/n doing?” Donna asked as she got to the waiting room, flowers in hand.

“Oh, that’s so sweet that you got her flowers!” Kitty gushed, making Donna smile. “And she’s awake. The doctor is in there right now with her.”

“Oh, good,” she said and sat down next to Fez who was quietly eating ice cream. “Where did you get the ice cream?”

“Oh, I told them that y/n was my wife and they let me get ice cream!” he replied stoically.

“So, you’re telling me that you hit on her and now you’re telling people she’s your wife?” Hyde seethed, holding a cup of coffee in one and a ginger ale can in the other.

“Can you kids not fight for five damn minutes please?” Red asked impatiently. “It’s bad enough that we’re here, I don’t want to have to hear about your petty drama.”

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. You’re the reason she’s here in the first place,” said Fez.

“Why would it be your fault?” Kitty asked Hyde.

“It’s not!” Hyde replied. “He’s just saying crap so I can knock his teeth in.”

Kitty and Red squinted their eyes at the teens for a moment. “What on earth is going on here?” Kitty asked, growing frustrated.

“Nothing,” Hyde answered through gritted, glaring daggers at Fez.

Fez returned the glare. “You know, Hyde, I often wonder what it would be like to hook up with my best friend’s sister. Don’t you?”

Hyde’s expression hardened. “It’s a good thing we’re in a hospital because when I break your bones, you’re already here!” Hyde aggressively moved towards Fez, but was stopped short by Eric getting in between them.

“Okay! That’s enough,” he sang-song. “Hyde, why don’t you sit over there quietly and don’t beat up Fez.” He turned to Fez. “And Fez? Shut the hell up.”

Hyde jerked himself away. “I’m going to go give this to y/n.”

Back in the room, y/n felt like the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. “I’m…what?”

“Pregnant,” he responded in a faux enthusiastic voice. “That was through the blood test. We’re going to have you take urine test as well. So,” he pulled out a plastic cup. “You’re going to pee in this cup and when you’re finished, pull the string and a nurse will come in and collect it. Then, we’ll do a full examination on you to make sure your head is okay.”

Y/n nodded numbly and mindlessly grabbed the cup in her hand. “Okay…”

“Probably not the news you were expecting, huh?” he asked.

Y/n chuckled weakly. “No. Not at all.”

“Well, I’ll be back soon with your test results.”

He walked out the door, leaving y/n alone in the room. Her hands felt numb and she felt like there was static all around her. How could she be pregnant? How did she let this happen? And oh God, what was she going to say to Steven? Her eyes widened. Her parents?!

A sudden heavy weight was shattered onto her chest and her eyes began to water. How was she going to tell everyone? What if her dream came true and she truly was alone? Could she raise a baby on her own? Where would she live? What job would she have to do to support her baby? Was she even going to be a good mom? Will her children grow up to be decent people? What if they’re born with health conditions? Or they fall ill? Can she even count on herself to get out of bed at 2 AM to go to the 24 hour store to buy cough medicine when they get sick? How do you even change a poopy diaper? How is she going to react when they’re teenagers and they’re learning how to drive or get their first boyfriend or girlfriend? What kind of mom was she going to be? What kind father was Steven going to be? Will he even stick around?

With all these questions swimming through her head, she didn’t notice Steven walk back in. “I got that ginger ale you—hey, you okay?”

Y/n snapped her head up as she was yanked out of her thoughts, which she silently thanked heaven above for. “Y-yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?” he asked as he set down the drink on the table next to her. “You don’t look fine. In fact, you look kinda pale.”

“Yeah, um,” she stuttered, swallowing hard and waved her hand casually. “The doctor says I passed out due to lack of blood to the brain. Blood tests came back normal, but he wants me to take a urine test just to be sure.” Not a total lie. Just left out a part.

“Oh, okay. Do you need help getting to the bathroom?”

“I think I got it,” she answered truthfully and slowly got out of bed, barley able to feel her legs. She ambled her way to the bathroom, dragging the IV along with her. She felt Steven’s stare burning a hole in the back of her head, but she couldn’t think of what he was thinking right now. She couldn’t. It would drive her to an anxiety attack.

She closed the door quietly and baby stepped her way to the toilet. She passed by the mirror and did a double take to her reflection. Her ponytail was a complete rats nest, her eyes had dark circles under them, and her normally rosy cheeks had lost all color. She looked half dead and she wanted to cringe away. She turned her head to the side and saw the swelled up bump on her skull. She winced when she saw it and let out a sigh. She really wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep for 72 hours.

She made her way to the toilet and shakily did her business in the cup. When she was finished, she left in on the counter in the bathroom and pulled the string. After she was finished washing up, she walked out to meet Steven sitting in the chair.

“Hey,” he said gently whispered.

“Hey,” she answered in the same manner. “Where is everyone?”

“In the waiting room. Do you want to see them?”

Her heart dropped, but she needed to play it cool. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

He nodded and opened the door to call them in. She got back in bed with Hyde’s help, making sure her IV wouldn’t get pulled out of her arm.

“Oh, y/n,” Kitty sobbed and rushed over to y/n who was sitting up fully and wrapped her arms around her. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Y/n barley reciprocated the hug. “I’m okay, Mom.”

“When we saw you being loaded up into the ambulance, I thought I was going to die right there,” Kitty responded, stepping away from her daughter.

“I’m fine, Mom. Really.”

“What did the doctor say?” she pried.

“Uh…they don’t know yet,” Y/n replied. “They’re taking a urine sample.”

“Well, a person fainting is never a good thing,” Kitty stated matter-of-factly. “It means your blood pressure dropped and you weren’t getting enough blood flow to the brain. Those things just don’t happen.”

“I know. They’re running tests right now,” Y/n said and leaned back against the pillows.

“When will we find out?” Red pushed.

“I don’t know,” Y/n responded growing annoyed. “I don’t know anything.” Lie, lie, LIE.

“Well, we better find out soon,” Red said. “This place gives me the creeps.”

“If you wanna leave, you can. I’m a big girl, I can leave on my own,” Y/n responded.

“No, no, I wanna be here in this room when the doctor comes and tells us what’s wrong,” Kitty said stubbornly.

Y/n’s heart and stomach dropped. There was no way anyone was going to be in this room when the doctor came back with the results. Positive or not, she didn’t need her parents asking questions and then finding out about her and Steven.

She kept her face and voice as calm as possible. “No, no it’s okay. Really. I don’t know if I want everyone in here anyway. In fact, it’s probably best that I’m alone.”

“Oh, nonsense. I—”

“Kitty, if she wants to be alone, then we’ll leave her alone. She’s an adult now. She doesn’t need us in here,” Red said, signaling to his wife that they leave. “Besides, the Packers’s game is on and I wanna go home.”

Kitty sighed, annoyed. “Fine. Fine, I’ll leave, but I want to hear everything, missy.”

Y/n’s eyes widened a fraction and her heart beat violently against her blood cage. She could practically feel her blood pumping through her veins. She nodded numbly. “Okay.”

Kitty nodded and kissed y/n on the head before leaving. She felt some tension leave her body as she watched her parents leave. She leaned her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes, feeling completely drained.

“Are you okay?” Donna asked.

“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Just…feeling depleted.”

“Well, you can’t go to sleep yet,” Hyde said. “You might have a concussion.”

“I want sleep,” she whined.

“I know, but I’d rather you be exhausted than not wake up at all,” he responded.

She glared at him through half open eye lids and grumbled, “I hate you.”

He chuckled lightly. “I know.”

The door to the room opened revealing Kelso, Fez and Jackie.

“Hey, y/n, how are you feeling?” Kelso asked.

“Bout as great as I look,” she replied, a weak smile playing her lips.

“So, super sexy,” Fez responded cheekily but that smile quickly faded when Hyde punched his shoulder. “Ow.”

“Remember: Respect,” was all Hyde said before sitting back down.

“I heard what happened,” Kelso responded. “And Brooke made me bring you these.” He handed her a small bouquet of yellow daisies and lilies.

Y/n chuckled, accepting the flowers. “Tell Brooke I said thank you for the nice gesture. And tell her to bring the baby around soon. I want to meet my niece.”

Kelso’s face brightened. “You…you really think of her that way?”

Y/n nodded. “Why wouldn’t I? We’ve all been best friends since we were little and it only makes sense that we look at each other more than just friends now.”

“Like lovers?” Fez asked her seductively.

“Do you have a death wish?” Hyde spat.

“Okay, Steven that’s enough,” Y/n said as sternly as she could. “And Fez, shut up.”

Fez pouted and went and sat in the corner of the room.

“You know what? My mind is made up,” Kelso said. Y/n stared at him curiously, everyone joining in.

“Kelso, in order for your mind to be made up, you have to have a brain,” Eric commented.

Kelso shot Eric a glare before turning his head back towards y/n and Hyde. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with Betsy lately and Brooke is really starting to trust me.”

“Okay, and that makes up your mind for?” Y/n asked him.

“Hang on, just let me finish,” he said smiling. “Brooke is starting to trust me so much she’s even allowing me to pick the godparents.”

“Oh, that’s great!” Y/n gleefully responded. “I’m so happy for you.”

“And there’s only one rule. It can’t be Fez,” Kelso added on.

Fez nodded. “That is a good rule.”

“Godparents?” Donna mumbled to Eric. “Like we need any more responsibilities.”

“I know,” Eric whispered back, rolling his eyes. “Such a burden.”

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot and it’s a big deal. So,” Kelso said, stepping closer to the bed where Eric and Donna sat. “Eric, Donna.”

“Uh, oh,” Eric sang-song.

“Please scooch over so I can ask Hyde and y/n if they’ll be Betsy’s godparents?”

Y/n looked at Hyde with excited eyes. “Really?!”

“What the hell?!” Eric exclaimed.

“Hyde and y/n?” Donna asked insulted.

“You picked Hyde and y/n?” Jackie asked, equally insulted. “Why didn’t you ask someone else? Like me?”

“Because you’re single,” Kelso deadpanned.

Jackie crossed her arms. “And?”

“And you need to be in a relationship to be a godparent,” Kelso responded slowly like he was scared to continue speaking. “That’s why they call it godparents. You can’t be single and be a godparent. That’s just stupid.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.

Jackie stared at him in disbelief, trying to make sense of what he said. “That barley makes any sense, you moron.”

“Hey, hey, hey, he chose us. Let him speak,” Y/n said not trying to contain her glee. “Not that I’m questioning your choice because, you know, you chose us, but why us?”

“Because I really trust you and I think you’d be fantastic with Betsy,” he responded sweetly.

“And you don’t think we won’t?” Eric asked.

“Yeah, you don’t trust us?” Donna chimed in.

“Well, to be fair, I’ve seen you drop almost everything you’ve held in your hands,” Kelso responded. “And you’ve never really taken care of a baby.”

“Yes we have!” Donna defended. “Remember that time last year when Laurie had to babysit that one baby and I ended up changing her diaper when she couldn’t? I was a freakin’ natural!”

“Yeah, I mean, if you gave me the honor of being godmother, I would be popular, head cheerleader, and voted best legs. This would give me another title,” Jackie argued.

“Would you guys relax?” Hyde asked everyone. “It’s not that big of deal.”

“Yeah, it’s not like he’s shunning you guys,” Y/n responded.

“You’re all still going to be aunts and uncles,” Kelso defended.

“Yeah, that’s easy for you to say,” Jackie grumbled and joined Fez in the back.

“We can be good godparents,” Eric argued. “You can trust us.”

“Eric, remember Goldie, the goldfish?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah,” he responded.

“Remember how you killed Goldie by taking him out of the fish bowl?”

“I needed to hug something,” Eric answered coldly. “Besides, I’m not going to have to flush a baby down the toilet!”

“Either way, man, thanks. I’m honored,” Hyde said and clapped his hand with Kelso’s and pulled him in for a bro hug.

“If I have another kid, I’ll make you two godparents. I promise,” Kelso said.

Eric huffed. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Alright, I have to take a leak,” Hyde announced.

“And I’m going to go find some more ice cream,” Fez said.

“Can you guys make sure y/n doesn’t fall asleep?” Hyde continued.

“You got it pal!” Kelso responded and watched as Hyde and Fez walked out.

“I’m not a child,” Y/n responded once they were out of ear shot. “I am perfectly capable of looking after myself, thank you.”

“Kelso!” Fez called out and barged back into the room. “Kelso, come quick! There’s a hot nurse fight happening downstairs! Hurry before it ends!”

“See ya,” Kelso said and scrambled out the room, leaving Jackie, Eric, and Donna alone.

“Yeah, I’m leaving too,” Jackie said pouting. “I don’t want to sit here and be reminded that I wasn’t picked for godparent. I may have to do some shopping therapy to get over it. Bye!” She squealed and walked out, leaving just the twins and Donna.

“Do you need anything sis?” Eric asked. “Some water? Fluff up your pillows? Relinquish your title of godparent over to me?”

Y/n gave her twin a look before scoffing. “No, thanks. I’m fine.”

“Fine. I’ll just go see if they have any teddy bears in the gift shop that reads ‘Not Quite the Best Godparents’ and maybe it’ll be tear absorbent!” With that, he stormed out the room, leaving Elena in stunned silence.

Donna rolled her eyes. “I better go after him. Last time I left him alone while he was upset, he thought I didn’t care about him anymore and didn’t speak to me for three days.”

She left, leaving y/n alone in the room. Again. She leaned back once more, enjoying the silence, but now that she was alone again, she realized just how loud the silence was. All she could think was pregnant, pregnant, pregnant.

“What am I going to do?” she mumbled to herself.

The door to the room opened again; Dr. Kipp entering once more.

“Hi Miss. Forman,” Dr. Kipp greeted. “We got your test results back.”

She gulped. “And?”

He sat down on the stool next to her bed and looked her in the eyes. “It’s positive.”

Her heart dropped completely, and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. “I’m pregnant?”

“I know this is a lot to take in, but we need to gather some more information from you so we can determine how far along you are. But first the basics. What’s your full name?”

“Y/f/n y/m/n Forman.”

He scratched her answer down on his clipboard. “Birthday?”

“May 18, 1959.”

“So, that makes you eighteen years old, correct?”

Y/n nodded.

“Okay, and your current address?”

“416 Edlebrook Ave.”

“Beautiful,” the doctor responded and looked up from his clipboard. “Do you know who the father is?”

Tears started to burn her eyes as she nodded her head. “I do.”

“What’s his name?”

“Steven James Hyde.”

“When was your last menstrual cycle?”

“Somewhere in mid September.”

“And today is October 19,” he said more to himself. “So, you are about three weeks along. Now, I’m going to give this information to the nurse and have her give you a pamphlet and a referral to an OB/GYN. I’ll have them give you a call to set up an appointment. Do we have permission to leave a message with someone if you’re not available?”

“Uh…no, just me is fine, thanks. I’m not ready to tell people yet.”

He nods. “Understandable. Now, let’s look at your head and see how you’re doing.” As he took out a flashlight and started examining her eyes, Hyde walked back in the room.

“Hey, Doc. How’s she doing?” he asked.

“Well, I’m not seeing any signs of concussion, so that’s good.” He turned off the light and started feeling around underneath her jaw to the back of her head where he felt her bump. She winced and he took note of it. “She seems great besides that nasty bump. Just put some ice on it if it starts to hurt and take some aspirin for the pain. Otherwise, you’re good to go.”

“What about her test results?”

Dr. Kipp glanced at y/n and saw her terrified look. He glanced back at Steven who looked worried. “Test results came back normal and she’s perfectly healthy.” He noticed Steven visibly relax. “Anything else, she may discuss with you at her discretion.”

Y/n mouthed a thank you to the doctor who gave her a subtle nod and finished writing his notes on his clipboard. “I’ll have a nurse discharge you. You have a good rest of your night and rest up.”

Y/n nodded. “Thank you.”

With that, he left the room, leaving y/n wanting to vomit—and not from feeling sick this time. She continued to sit in her bed, not being able to properly process the information. Her world felt fuzzy and she felt like she was going to pass out for a second time. She could hear Steven talking to her, but it was all garbled and muffled as if she were underwater. Was her dream right? Was she going to be disowned by her family? Is she going to disappoint her mother? Oh no, how is Red going to take this? She and Steven are dead. Dead like road kill.

She heard Steven’s muffled voice again, but this time louder. She blinked and looked up at Steven. “I’m sorry, what?”

He knitted his eyebrows at her. “I said, are you okay? Do you need help getting dressed?”

She shook her heavy head and slowly slid out of bed. “I should be okay.” She untied her hospital gown, allowing it to pool around her feet. She shivered as the cold air hit her bare skin and turned to see her clothes balled up in a plastic bag. She slowly started dressing herself and felt Hyde’s eyes burn into her the whole time.

She finally looked up at him as she finished putting on her pajama top. “What’s up?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting different.”

She nodded, not being able to look him in the eye. “Yeah, I think so. Just still not feeling well and feeling a little disoriented from the fall. But I think I’m good.”

He eyed her for a minute. “Okay,” he responded slowly. “As long as you don’t pass out on me again.”

She chuckled. “I think I’ll be okay.”

A knock came at the door and the nurse walked in. “Okay, Miss Forman. Here are your doctor’s notes to help you feel better. Plenty of rest and fluids. And—” She noticed Steven listening to her and she looked back down at the pamphlet in her hands and slid the doctor’s notes over it. “Here’s everything you else need to know. If you have any questions, there’s a number you can call and if you don’t get better or start to feel worse, come on back in.”

Y/n thanked her and quietly gathered the rest of her stuff and headed out with Steven. He guided her slowly into the camino and started up the car. She rested her elbow on the windowsill of the door and leaned her head into her hand, feeling like sleep will overtake her any minute now. Hyde placed a gentle hand on her thigh and lovingly rubber circles with his thumb.

“Let’s get you back in bed, yeah?”

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, not being able to form words in fear she would start crying.

The drive home was deathly quiet as rain started to fall. The only noise emitting was outside as the rain fell onto the windshield. Not being able to handle the silence, Hyde reached over and turned on the radio, allowing the music to softly fill the car. It eased the tension slightly, allowing y/n to relax.

He pulled up in front of a supermarket and put the car in park.

“What are we doing here?” she croaked.

“Do you want some soup?”

She gave him a small smile. “That would be nice. Thank you.”

He nodded and got out of the car, leaving it on so the heater would warm up y/n. Ever since the hospital, she’d been cold and not able to heat up as fast as she normally would. She shivered, realizing she didn’t bring a jacket or her robe. She looked around the car and noticed a blanket behind the driver’s seat. She wrapped her cold fingers around the soft material and realized it was their sex blanket. She crunched up her nose a little, noticing some stains. “Ugh, gross,” she murmured before placing the clean side on her. The stench of sex filled her nostrils, but luckily it didn’t upset her stomach more than it already was.

She waited in the car for a few more minutes with the blanket pulled up to her chin and listened to the music. Paul Anka came on, singing (You’re) Having My Baby.

“Would you look at that,” she grumbled and changed the station. Stevie Wonder’s Isn’t She Lovely was on playing. “What the…” she grumbled and changed it to another station. A country song this time was playing. One that y/n didn’t know, but it was better than the others, so she left it on. She listened to the lyrics as they went:

The girls in New York City, they all march for women's lib And better homes and garden shows, the modern way to live And the pill may change the world tomorrow, but meanwhile, today Here in Topeka, the flies are a buzzin' The dog is a barkin' and the floor needs a scrubbin' One needs a spankin' and one needs a huggin' Lord, one's on the way

Oh gee, I hope it ain't twins, again.

“Are you kidding me?” She reached over and turned off the radio, choosing to sit in silence.

Just then the driver’s door opened and Steven clambered inside with a container of chicken soup in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in the other. “Here you go, doll.”

“Awe, thank you, baby.” She grabbed the container from his hands and allowed the warmth to thaw her icy ones.

“You turned off the music?” he questioned and started to beat the pack against the heel of his hand.

“Yeah, there was nothing good on.” Technically not a lie.

“Ah, makes sense,” he responded and noticed the blanket. He snorted teasingly. “Cold?”

“No, no, I’m burning up actually. The blanket was so I could feel like I’m in hell.”

He threw his add head back laughing. “Take it easy, Firecracker. If I hada known you were cold, I would’ve given you my jacket.”

She smirked at him. “Nah, this is fine. Thanks. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to be cold.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said and stuck a cigarette between his lips.

Y/n’s eyes widened and quickly ripped it from him mouth.

“What the hell, y/n?”

“Uh, I’m still not feeling well enough. I don’t want hurl all over your car.”

He scrunched up his nose at her. “Fine. Fair point. But I’m smoking when I get back!”

Y/n shook her head at him. “What a rebel.”

“Damn straight,” he responded and turned the car on. “Don’t forget who you’re with.”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

He smiled at her before backing up and driving them home for the night.

--Time Skip—

The next couple of days were brutal for y/n. Kitty wouldn’t stop interrogating her and y/n finally told something made up to get her off her back. Kitty didn’t believe her, but she backed off knowing she’ll be back again. She wanted so badly to tell Steven about her pregnancy, but every time she tried, it would come out a different sentence.

“I’m,” she would start, but right when she would look into his baby blue eyes, she would panic. “hungry. I’m hungry, starving! Can we go get something to eat?”

He would give her a weird look before agreeing and leaving to buy her food.

On top of that, morning sickness would rear its ugly head and she would end up being sick at the most random of times. She would be sitting down in the basement with her friends, feeling fine, but then she would feel her lunch coming back up and she would have to haul ass to the nearest restroom.

Everyone was worried about her, trying to get her to go back to the doctor, but she already knew. She had secretly made the appointment with the OB/GYN and wasn’t going to be able to see her until two weeks out. Until then, she had to keep lying and making excuses.

“It’s been almost a week,” Eric said one afternoon as they were all huddled into the basement. “You really should go back to the doctor.”

“I’d rather not,” Y/n said. “Going to the doctors for every sniff and cough is not my thing.”

“But it’s not just a sniffle or a cough,” he pointed out. “It’s like one minute you’re fine and then the next you’re throwing up Mom’s tuna casserole.”

“That was a long night,” she countered, remembering that night as she had to lay on the floor next to the toilet for hours because she couldn’t stop throwing up.

“Well, can you still keep down fluids?” Donna asked. “Like, chicken broth, orange juice, and tea?”

“Yeah, those are fine,” Y/n responded. “I just can’t seem to digest solid foods. But I was able to drink apple juice the other day with some bread. I’m also not nauseas all day anymore. I think I’m getting better.”

“Well, if you’re feeling better, wanna go shoot some hoops?” Kelso asked.

“Nah, but you guys can,” Y/n responded. “Me and Donna can just sit and ogle.”

“I knew you were checking me out,” Kelso purred and rubbed his chest.

“Not you, you dork,” Y/n said. “Hyde and Eric.”

“You ogle at me?” Eric said disgusted. “That’s gross.”

“No! Donna is, you dumbass!” Y/n said and stood up while Eric laughed. “Moron.”

She walked outside to the driveway with everyone behind her. As they reached the driveway, the boys split up into their group while Donna and y/n moved away to watch from the porch.

“So, Hyde, how’s it been with you and y/n?” Kelso asked under his breath, making sure the girls couldn’t hear.

“You know, things are going good, but with her being sick this past week, it’s been kinda hard not getting any action,” Hyde responded.

“Ewwwww! Could you please not?” Eric exclaimed. “I told you I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I know, that’s why I did it,” Hyde laughed and tossed the ball to Eric. “Your play. Go.”

The girls watched from the porch, admiring the way their men looked. Y/n wanted so badly to jump Hyde’s bones, but didn’t want to puke in the middle of it and ruin the mood. She and Donna chatted idly as they watched their men get sweaty and hot.

“Look, I know he’s your brother, but damn does he look hot when he’s all concentrated,” Donna swooned as she watched Eric block Fez’s slam dunk.

“Really? I think he looks constipated,” Y/n laughed.

In the middle of the play, Eric turned, facing them while trying to block Kelso from making his shot. The concentration he wore on his face made Donna drool but laugh.

“You’re right, he does look constipated,” she agreed and laughed even more.

“I know you don’t think so, but Steven just looks so good when he’s moving around like that,” Y/n said and stared at her boyfriend. “I mean, when he gets all sweaty and flushed, it makes me want him so bad.”

Donna chuckled. “So, how have you guys been?”

“We’ve been good. You know with me being this sick, we haven’t really gotten the time to do it or anything.”

“From the looks of it earlier and hearing Eric scream ‘ew’ makes me believe that Hyde already said something like that to him,” Donna laughed once more.

Y/n chuckled. “Sounds about right.”

They fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the four boys play basketball. The entire time, y/n’s heart was hammering against her chest, debating on telling Donna right there. She couldn’t take keeping a secret this big from her best friend. Besides, if she wasn’t going to tell someone soon, she was going to explode.

“Donna,” she said shakily. “I have something to tell you.”

Seeing how serious her tone was, Donna perked up. “What?”

“I need you to promise me that you’re not going to freak out. Because if you do, everyone will hear it and I can’t have that right now.”

Donna’s heart started beating wildly against her own ribcage, now nervous and worried. “Okay?”

“And whatever happens, promise me you’ll still be my friend?”

“Of course! What’s going on?”

Y/n took a deep breath before looking Donna in the eye. At that moment, she wanted to crawl up in a bawl and just cry. But she knew she couldn’t; She had to be strong. So instead she let out a shaky breath.

“I’m pregnant.”

@lieswithoutfairytales @mdittyz123 @n-dg-wm @undead-sierra @random-thoughts-003 @taysirene

#that 70s show #That '70s Show #that 70's show fanfic #Steven Hyde #steven hyde x reader #steven hyde x y/n #Eric Forman #red forman #kitty forman #Donna Pinciotti #fez #jackie burkhart #Michael Kelso

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valiantarcher · 3 years

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This is rather delayed, but I’ve got some thoughts on Waking Rose after my last reread. Below the cut for spoilers and extreme length.

Timeline/Continuity:

Rose says it’s been almost three years since she met Fish - but if she’s 19 now, it should only be two years (it also makes more sense for Blanche and Bear to get married a year after Black as Night rather than two years after).

Back to Steve/Steven Foster (instead of Stephen).

Per Rose, Fish and Bear slept on the Fosters' couch.

Ben was 13 when his mom died, 16 when Father Raymond died.

Little Things Short Comments (mostly):

I love Bear inviting Rose to dance with him and Blanche on the last song - remembering that it started with the three of them.

Kateri is an observant and good friend - I too would probably tell Rose Fish wasn't worth it under the circumstances.

"Your particular brand of exuberance"

Ach, but Rose wants Fish to be happy and he tells her he's "happy enough" (...true for very low values of "happiness") but follows it up with "God's going to take care of me," which IS true.

Rose’s dramatic “I shall have twenty cats...” poetry.

Fish trying to make himself look like someone who doesn't folk dance.

"What you see in front of you is fighting."

Rose thinking Fish's vocation is to be at the right place at the right time; Ben would probably argue that, but there is an extent it’s true.

We get the charges against Edward (I think this is the first time we learn his first name) Freet: (2) Attempted murder - Rose and Bear, (2) Assault - Rose and Fish (or Bear - it’s unclear), (3) Kidnapping - Fish, Rose, and I’m not sure if the third charge is for his involvement in Blanche’s kidnapping?

“Not that it was going to make much of a difference in the world, but it was good to attempt to bring some justice to this literary question.”

Fish dealing with the nuns is...I’m not sure humourous is the right word for it, but I appreciate his internal “they’re crazy, Father Raymond warned me about Catholics like them” dialogue.

“He had known too many manipulative women to be convinced by tears.” Well, Elaine is the first one to come to mind - no idea who the others are.

I know we get the hints towards the Rumpelstiltskin retelling with Fish (I think his role is the servant?), but I’m torn between going a) YES, GIVE ME MORE and b) no way I want to see Fish suffer even more, as I know he will in that story.

Alex assigning everyone who gets in trouble to read Thomas Aquinas outside.

I love that Kateri and Ben become really good friends - she asks after his health and knows when he’s cooking a Scheme and he keeps an eye out for her and worries after her and bails her out of jail.

“You’ve got to be kidding. I don’t want to be explaining to some bereaved parent or college official why their charge is dead, maimed, or serving a prison sentence because of something I set up.” “Since when were you expendable? Says the older brother who nearly went out of his mind scouring the streets of New York for you when you were kidnapped for three days.”

The idea of a fatal/fundamental doubt is echoed when Ben doubts that Dr. Murray is guilty for just a second.

Ben warning Alex that he’s now an arrested suspect and that by driving off with him in the car, he could be liable for part of his crime, and Alex just being like, “Well, I guessed that much - where do you want to go?”

Ben telling Alex about the assault and looking him in the face to do it - something he has struggled with so much - and Alex just taking it calmly and with sorrow.

Ben being like, “You don’t understand how bad this is,” and Alex being like, “Maybe not, but I understand enough, and it doesn’t change anything.”

Also, Alex basically blessing Ben as he goes off to the barn? Ach.

Ben’s birthday is in April, and so is little Ben’s!

Longer Comments (In no particular order or level of clarity - apologies):

Fish shows his propensity for law and justice while questioning Donna (even though or maybe especially because he’s angry and loses his temper). And then Kateri shows her heart by her interactions with Donna. I really like the conversation she and Ben have after they leave and when they clear the air, including the fact Kateri has had a grudge against Fish for ages.

I appreciate Alex more and more this reread. In addition to the above comments, he’s the one who suggest and inducts Rose and Nanette into being Ladies of Sacra Cor (and basically tells them it means they’ll start training too), he’s the one who remembers to call Ben Ben, and he’s the one who’s training the other guys and deciding when they’re ready to be knighted. ALSO, he and Ben challenge each other - he tells Ben that the world doesn’t stop being evil just because you stop fighting, and Ben is the one who tells Alex to put his beliefs into action and back Kateri up.

The whole scene where Alex, Kateri, and Ben are wandering around Graceton looking for Paul and how Ben says that for being so tall, Paul sure got himself pretty lost, and they all nod BECAUSE THEY’RE ALL AVERAGE TO SHORT HEIGHT. And then how mad Alex is at Paul for going off on an interesting diversion and making him late for the proctor meeting and assigns him Thomas Aquinas to read.

“Blanche, you are a lifesaver,” Ben says when she tells him about Nurse Johnson. And, though he doesn’t know it, it ends up being quite literal as that starts the chain of believing Dr. Prosser is behind everything, leading to Ben doing his sting operation, and ultimately leading towards him realising Rose isn’t actually comatose and thus her being woken and saved.

Okay, so in the car going to see Rose, and they’re talking about Christmas plans and Fish says he’s staying there, so James asks where Fish’s parents are from. Fish says New York, but they’re both dead. James says, “Oh, sorry,” AS YOU DO and Fish replies back, “That’s okay. I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.” AND YOU KNOW THAT BOTH YOUR PARENTS DIED FROM MEDICAL ISSUES, BEN - IT’S VERY MUCH NOT JAMES’ FAULT.

Also, when Donna does go and tell Fish about following Rose to the barn - Fish very much doesn’t trust her, but he does thank her and even goes with her to talk to the police (again, legal/experiential side coming through). (Also, “Fish, being Fish, didn’t want to answer the question directly.” But he then gives her an answer by reasoning out that she has nothing to gain from telling him.)

On a tangent, the entire idea of Fish being the protector and having never wanted the Briers (or any other bystanders) involved in his and Bear’s work is why it’s so important that Rose gets into trouble all on her own: it means that Fish doesn’t feel guilty (...well, besides his stray thoughts which he thankfully gets under control pretty quickly) about causing Rose’s coma or obligated to look into what she was investigating for any reason beyond his own desire and sense of justice. And it takes a while, but that’s why it’s so important he does decide to do the undercover sting and try to bring justice to this - not as an obligation but as an active choice to try to fight the evil in the world.

Dinner at Fish’s apartment after the sit-in is great. Paul is not at all chill about being a hero in Kateri’s story and then there’s the stare-down between Alex and Kateri with loaded subcontext (how awkward might that have been for Donna, Paul, and Ben?).

Fish tells Donna that he’s convinced by actions, not words. Which makes sense, but it’s also interesting to see how that works out - because when she comes clean and tells him she lied, he believes her but he doesn’t trust her. And he accepts her into the group because Kateri trusts her and he trusts Kateri, but then he decides to trust her with the makeover for the sting operation. And, after that, he trusts her to take him to the barn and then - most of all - to get the antidote back to Rose in time.

Fish tries to claim he’s expendable and Bear is having none of that. Also, Bear puts his foot down about Fish working solo - either he has backup, or he doesn’t do this. And so Fish asks Alex to be his getaway driver.

And then Kateri and Paul and James and Leroy and DONNA! They all came even though Alex explained the situation and told them not to, and Ben is mad and explains how much legal trouble they’ll be in, but they don’t care. As Kateri says, “We’re not letting you do this alone.”

Alex organising the troops and planning it all out so that there’s the best chance for Rose to survive and for Ben to make it through. And Kateri being indignant about being left out of the lineup until Alex tells her her job is to sacrifice herself to save Paul and Rose, if the staff get through him and Leroy and James. Even if Paul won’t let that actually happen.

DONNA. I had forgotten that Donna not only played a crucial part in saving Rose’s life by getting through the staff/police barricade but also in saving Ben’s by sending Bear to the barn to help him. And I’m just so happy that she was redeemed and healed and she fully joined in - she could have easily said no or just done the bare minimum, but she waded in just the same as the rest of the group. Although it’s not explicitly stated, I fully expect her and Kateri to have been full-fledged ladies of Sacra Cor by their last appearance if they weren’t already. And she tells Ben she’s praying for him and gives him a kiss on the cheek, and he tells her thank you, truly and sincerely, and there’s peace!!

And Kateri also!! She and Ben have become full friends now, and he gets a kiss on the cheek from her and there’s half an idea that he’s kind of smug and pleased about her and Alex.

I wonder if Blanche had a premonition about Ben at all? Since she has them (or references them) multiple times in the previous books, it would make sense (and also help explain why she sent Bear off after him so soon after baby Ben’s birth - granted, she probably knew there was a sting operation, if not details), but there’s no comment about it at all.

I still would have liked a reunion between Rose and her family (beyond just a scene with her and Jean - though, I guess we got to see her and Bear’s meeting again, but it was pretty distracted, of course), even if it wasn’t strictly necessary for the story.

#Waking Rose #Regina Doman #Fairy Tale Novels #Finally dug this out of my drafts #Figured I should get it cleaned up (HA! in some way) and posted before Lady-Merian actually read WR #Fair warning: it's crazy long and rather convoluted

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petrichoravellichor · 4 years

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Rebar Not Included

Written for Day 11 of the Supernatural Deserved Better Creative Challenge (prompt: hunting).

Summary: Jody and Donna help out the Winchesters by looking into an Ohio case involving masked vampires, and what do you know: not only do they manage to kill a certain side character from season 1 but they ALSO make it through without dying! Oh, and they kiss, just because they can.

(Read on Ao3)

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Jody was just settling down with a book for the evening when her phone rang; she smiled at the name flashing across her screen and swiped left to accept the call. “Hey, Sam.”

“Jody, hi. How are you?”

“Alone, believe it or not. Alex is working the night shift, Claire and Kaia are still on that case down in Miami, and Patience is staying over at a friend’s. Got the whole house to myself.”

Sam chuckled. “That...honestly sounds kind of amazing right about now.”

“How’s Cas? Is he feeling any better?” she asked. It had been nearly a week since Sam and Dean had returned from the Empty with one bedraggled former angel in tow. Jody hadn’t pressed too hard for details at the time—Sam had sounded pretty exhausted when he’d called to tell her they’d made it back safely—but from what she’d gathered, Cas was human now, and his time in the Empty had left him very much in need of recuperation.

On the other end of the line, Sam groaned. “Uh...yeah, you could say that.” A beat, then: “He and Dean haven’t come out of Dean’s room since yesterday afternoon.”

Jody had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. "Huh. Well, how do you like that: they finally figured it out.”

Sam sighed. “Yeah. Don’t get me wrong; I’m really happy for them. I just wish the Men of Letters had invested in sound-proof walls. But anyway,” he said, changing tracks, “that’s not what I called you about.”

“What’s up?”

“So get this: last night, a family of four in Akron, Ohio, got attacked home-invasion style. Whatever it was killed the dad and drained his blood.”

Jody frowned. “Vampires?”

“I think so, but there’s more. I called and spoke with the police sergeant, and according to her, the attackers left the mom alive but ripped out her tongue, and they also took the two kids.”

Jody’s blood ran cold; she glanced at the photo of Alex, beaming and holding up her nursing degree, over on the mantle. “They’re taking blood slaves.”

“Yeah, looks like it.” Sam paused, then: “The thing is, I don’t think this the first time they’ve done it. Back in ’86, our dad was looking into a string of kidnappings along Route 77, and it was the same thing: whatever it was took the kids and ripped the tongues out of any adult it didn’t drain. By the time Dad started digging around, though, the attacks stopped. Until now, anyway. Here, just a sec, I’m gonna text you something...”

A moment later, Jody’s phone chimed. She put Sam on speaker and tapped to open the message; it was a drawing of what resembled the front part of a skull. “What am I looking at?”

“The mom drew that, the one from the most recent attack; apparently, the perpetrators wore masks. Hang on, I’m sending you another picture. This one’s from our dad’s journal, back when he was working the case in the 80s.”

The second picture loaded, and Jody drew in a sharp breath: the resemblance between the two drawings was unmistakable. “It’s the same nest.”

“That’s what I’m guessing. They seem to always target the same type of home: outside town, isolated, kids between the ages of five and ten. If the pattern from last time holds, they’ll hit Canton next, then East Sparta.”

Jody swallowed. “You want me to look into it.”

“If you’re able to, yeah, that would be great. We’d go ourselves, but what with Cas still recovering and him and Dean...um…” Sam cleared his throat, then continued more smoothly, “I can call someone else if now’s not a good time.”

Jody chewed her lip for a moment, then shook her head. This felt personal. “No,” she replied, pushing herself off the couch and heading to pack a bag, “I’ll take care of it. Let me grab a few hours of sleep, and then I’ll head out.”

“Great, thank you. I’ll dig around online and text you a shortlist of properties around Canton that seem like likely targets.”

“Sounds good; thanks, Sam. Take care.” She smirked, adding, “And tell Dean and Cas I said hello. Whenever you see them, that is.”

Sam snorted. “Will do. Be safe, okay?”

“Always.” She ended the call, then typed out a quick message to Donna: Hey babe. Feel like teaming up to take down some vamps?

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The following night, she and Donna were crouched in the shadows near an abandoned barn in Ohio. Sam’s intel about where the nest would hit next had proven accurate, and by the time a black van carrying two masked vampires had pulled up in front of a rural home outside Canton, Jody and Donna were waiting. They dispatched both vampires easily, sparing one just long enough to learn the location of the group’s nest; now, the only thing left to do was clear out the remaining vamps and free the children who’d been taken captive.

“Okie dokie,” Donna whispered, “our toothy friend back there said they keep the kiddos in a room off to one side. We go in through the side door, then you take right, I take left?”

Jody nodded. “Works for me. Come on,” she said, drawing her machete, “let’s go save some kids.”

They crept over to the barn and entered.

At first glance, the place seemed deserted. They fanned out along the walls, searching carefully for any sign of life, but other than the occasional spiderweb, there was nothing. Then, as Jody neared the back of the barn, she heard it: a quiet sniffling sound coming from behind a latched door. She raised her hand and signaled to Donna, who nodded and hurried over; then, while Donna watched her back, Jody opened the door and saw two small, scared-looking little boys peering back at her. The younger one couldn’t have been much older than her own son, Owen, had been when he’d died, and the realization made Jody’s stomach clench.

She lowered her machete and crouched down to the boys’ level. “Hey,” she whispered soothingly, “hey, it’s okay. You can come out; you're safe. We’re not going to hurt you.”

No sooner had she ushered the two boys to her side, however, than she heard Donna’s warning: “Heads up, Jodes; we got company!”

Five figures were approaching slowly from the front of the barn, all armed with blades. Four of them, the two on either side of the central figure, wore masks similar to the drawings Jody had seen in Sam’s text messages. The fifth, however, was a maskless female vampire dressed in dark leather. As the group drew closer, she looked from Jody to Donna and back again with a scowl.

“You’re not the Winchesters,” she said, as though someone were playing a trick on her.

Donna flashed a grim smile. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Boys,” Jody said, low and urgent over her shoulder, “run.” She heard their frantic footfalls, followed by the slam of the side door. Good, she thought, hefting her machete as the vampires charged: she didn’t want them to see what happened next.

The first vampire lost its head the second it stepped in their space. Jody spun and slashed, Donna at her back, the clash of blades shattering the still air of the night. It was brutal work, bloody work, and Jody took no pleasure in it. Her only objective was to protect: the boys they’d freed, Donna, Sam and Dean. She had no idea what the vampires wanted with the Winchesters, and she didn’t care: whatever it was, she’d make sure they didn’t get it.

Jody had just relieved a second vampire of its head when something flashed on the edge of her vision; she pivoted, raising her weapon just in time. The female vampire’s blade crashed into her machete and sent a shockwave of pain up her arm, nearly causing her to cry out. There was no time for that, though: the vampire swung at her again and again, driving her back from the rest of the fight before rushing forward, barreling into Jody with the force of a tank.

Jody fell hard to the floor. Her machete flew from her hand, and she could only watch as a triumphant smile split her opponent’s face. The vampire raised her blade to deliver a final blow…and then her head flew off in a spray of red. Her body crumpled to the ground, revealing Donna, blood splattered and furious, machete still hovering at the end of its arc.

“Not my girlfriend, you bitch,” she panted, glowering down at the corpse as though sight alone could set it ablaze; then her gaze shifted to Jody, and all the rage seemed to drain out of her at once. “You okay, Jodes?”

Jody exhaled, nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” She peered past Donna, counting the bodies on the ground and sighing in relief when the total came to five. Donna reached out a hand, and Jody took it, allowing Donna to pull her up and into an embrace. They kissed then, slow, reverent, and it was several moments before Jody could bring herself to pull away.

“Come on,” she said quietly, brushing back a strand of Donna’s hair. “We should go find those boys, make sure they get home safely.”

Donna nodded, and they drew apart, then left the barn without looking back.

#dodio #jonna #jody mills x donna hanscum #donna hanscum x jody mills #spndbcc #spn femslash #spn ladies #jody mills #donna hanscum #wayward sisters #sheriff wives #spn 15x20 #spn spoilers #rebar not included #my writing

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wormstacheangel · 4 years

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Day 13: Ladies

Word Count: 2601

Summary: I don’t know why I want the rest of the prompts to follow a big story line now cause this is after day 11 & 12. So read those first or don’t. Jack goes to visit his sister Claire because Dean and Cas need alone time in the bunker.

It started with Sam stumbling back into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. He walked over to where Jack was sneaking in some of Dean’s cereal and held both his shoulders to look him in the eyes.

“Jack, don’t go into the garage. Don’t go looking for your Dad or Dean tonight, okay?”

“But Cas said we-”

“Promise me, Jack.”

“Oh.” Jack nodded then with a smile. “I promise.”

Sam patted Jack’s cheek with a sigh of relief. “Good. Good. I need…I need to wash my eyes out with soap now.”

The next morning Sam had stopped Jack from walking into the kitchen. “Nope! Get dressed Jack. We’re going out for breakfast.”

“All of us?”

“No, just you and me. Cas and Dean are a little,” Sam shivered as he was pushing Jack back towards his room. “Busy at the moment.”

When they came back, they took Cas’s car instead of the Impala because Sam says it was too soon for him, Sam yelled out that they were home. He said it as loud as he could from the top of the stairs and Jack looked at him confused because they never announced it before. The loud squeak of the door was an indicator of someone walking through the front door already.

Sam sighed in relief when he noticed there was nobody in the map room but then when they dropped their left overs and shopping bags, Sam took him shopping for a new jacket for two hours, in the library they heard…noises.

“Nope!” Sam took Jack’s head and turned him around so his face was hidden against Sam’s chest. His too big hands covered Jack’s ears but he could still hear Sam yelling. “No! Not where the kid can see you! What the hell is wrong with both of you?”

“Sammy!” He heard a muffled Dean but Jack didn’t dare move from where Sam was holding him. “We thought you were gone.”

“We’ve been gone for 5 hours, Dean!”

Now Jack was sitting by Sam’s side in the kitchen table with beers all around while nobody made eye contact. Jack didn’t mention how Cas and Dean were now holding hands on top of the table either, he couldn’t fight back the big smile he had but he didn’t say anything about it. Mostly cause he didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

“I’m giving you a week. Jack and I will go stay at Eileen’s while you two…go at it like rabbits. Get it out of your damn system cause I don’t want Jack to be scared for life like I am now.”

“We’re going to stay somewhere else?” Sam only nodded but Jack looked back at Dean and Cas. “Can I stay with Claire?”

“What?” All three of them said, Cas more in a happy tone than the two brothers.

Day 1 with Wayward Daughters

“Hello.” Jack held his hand up to say hello to Jody who opened the door. She looked surprised by his presence and he scrunched up his eyebrows as he asked, “Did Claire not tell you I was coming over?”

“No. No, she didn’t.” Jody placed her hands on her hips as she called out for Claire. Then she opened the door wider and motioned for Jack to come in before giving him a quick squeeze hello. “Judging from your stuff this is an extended stay?”

“A week.” Jack informs her. “I believe Cas and Dean have been like rabbits. Well that’s what Sam calls it.”

“Oh.” Jody smiled as she raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing while she leaned closer out of curiosity.

Jack nods as he smiles innocently at Jody. “Sam tells me they’re in their honeymoon phase. I’m not really sure what that means but he told me to leave the bunker for a week.”

“Gross!” He turns around when he hears Claire walking towards him. “Please don’t talk about our Dad doing it while you’re here.”

“Claire!” Jack drops his stuff on the floor and pulls his big sister, a self declared role Claire took upon herself that Jack was grateful for. “I missed you!”

Claire chuckled as he patted Jack’s back. “I just talked to you on the phone a few hours ago, dummy.” She pulls away and helps pick up Jack’s bags off the ground. “Come on! You’re sleeping in my room.”

“Dinner will be ready soon!” Jody calls after them.

“Thanks Jody.” Jack turns to smile at her before he walks into Claire’s room. “Wow, your room is so bright. Must be nice to have windows.”

Claire laughs as she drops the duffle and backpack Jack had brought on top of her bed. “I guess. Kaia would be home from school soon but Alex and Patience are at work until late.”

“I don’t think Patience likes me very much. Every time I visit she hides away.”

“Neh, dude, that’s only cause she thinks you’re cute.”

Jack perks up. “She does!”

Claire reaches to squish Jack’s cheeks together. “Yup but no flirting with my friends. You suck at flirting anyways.”

“Dean, says I’m good at flirting.” Jack frowned at her while his face was still in her hands. “The waitress gave me her number.”

“That’s cause you’re cute, dummy, and she felt bad for you but not cause you’re good at flirting.” She dropped her hands and pointed a finger at him. “Now as the new God-”

“Shh! Nobody knows about that.” Jack sighed. “I only told you because you said siblings don’t keep secrets from each other.”

“Honestly, when I asked for your deep dark secret I thought it would have to do with murdering someone but being the big guy upstairs is really…something. But as God’s sister it’s my job to teach you all the big sister stuff.”

“Which is?”

Claire shrugs. “Hell if I know but I am gonna teach you how to be a normal millennial. Maybe actually listen to music people your own age listen too.”

“But Dean said-”

“I know what that old man says.” Jack laughs as he sits on Claire’s bed. “But he’s old and he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“You know,” Jack whispers. “Dad listens to Lizzo and Beyonce behind Dean’s back. We listen to it on our hunts.”

Claire laughs as she falls back on her bed. They spent the next few minutes laying on her bed and exchanging experiences. They were both lying on the bed facing the ceiling hugging the stuffed animals Cas had gotten them, Claire had a grumpy cat while Jack had a Chewbacca. They both talked about their Mom’s and whatever Claire remembered about her father, Jimmy.

It was nice to have someone Jack could talk to that understood his weird family dynamic.

“Jack! Claire! Dinner’s ready!” Jody called out to them and they both looked at each other with a smile before getting up to eat.

Kaia was already setting up the table. Saying she got home a while ago but wanted to give them some sibling bonding time. Claire kissed her girlfriend hello before Jack gave her a hug.

Patience walked in half way through dinner and ended up sitting next to Jack, both of them feeling awkward especially now that Jack knows she thought he was cute. Dean never did finish giving him the talk. Claire teased them both and Kaia luckily stopped her before Jack flew away in embarrassment. He really didn’t want to be….angel-y? While he was staying with Jody. He wanted to be a normal young adult. Even though he was 5 years old. Well 5 and a half.

“Donna is going to visit later this week so maybe we can have a family day out or something.” Jody tells them as Jack dried the dishes and Kaia washes. Patience went to take a shower while Claire put the leftovers in Tupperware containers for Alex when she came home.

“I would love that.” Jack tells her and she smiles back, motherly and warm. He hasn’t had that since Mary or his actual mother and missed it.

Day 2

Claire told Jody they were going to see a movie but she took him to a bar. He realized that was the reason she wanted him to bring his fake ID. He told her he didn’t like lying but she reminded him it was part of their job. He reminded her that they weren’t on a job.

“Then let’s find a quick one!”

They ended up finding a couple of vampires and Claire had told Jack to use his hunting skills instead of his powers. He was busy swinging a machete to the last vamp that towered over them both, when Jody walked in. Calling their names in a Mom voice that made them both freeze. The vamp shoved Jack out of the way and threw Claire across the room but Jody chopped his head off before he did any further damage.

Now they sat in the back of a cop car, bruised and covered in blood, while being lectured all the way home about being irresponsible.

Day 3

They talked all night, Claire from her bed while Jack slept on the floor because he hogs the blankets. They talk about what they wished they would be doing if they were normal. They talk about how every time Cas talked about life lessons or whatever to them it makes them feel guilty because they never want to let him down. All he wants is for them to be happy and they can’t even get that right.

Claire talked about her found family here and about her relationship with Kaia, who was sharing a room with Patience for the week.

Jack was jealous as he talked about wanting to find someone special.

“Hey it took our Dad how long to find Dean?”

“I don’t want to be alone for thousands of years!”

“Thousands! Wow, Dad’s old. Gross.”

In the morning they had chores before Claire drove Jack to Alex’s work to “bother” her. Really, it was to bring her some lunch and have Jack create a miracle or two on some patients. Alex didn’t freak out, just smiled warmly at him and it made him feel proud of his power.

“Thanks man.” Alex patted his shoulder. “You’re welcome to come by anytime but leave the little brat at home next time.”

“Hey! He’s my little brother. We’re kind of a packaged deal now.”

Alex rolled her eyes fondly before telling them to leave. “Go bother your girlfriend at the school or something.”

So that’s where they headed off next. Bothering Kaia was much different than bothering Alex because Kaia was in a classroom where they couldn’t go in. So Jack and her waited on some outside table while he watched students walk from building to building.

Claire talked about how boring it was to be just a student. Blind to the world of the supernatural but once again Jack was jealous. He had that option taken away from him and while he loved his family, he wished they would have given him a different career choice.

Kaia comes out and grins at them both. They all go out to have a late lunch and it felt so normal.

Day 4

Patience was still hiding away from Jack and he felt bad that he made her feel awkward in her own home. Especially since the place was way smaller than the bunker so the only place she could hide was her room.

“Patience! Jack wants to know if you wanna see a movie with us on the couch.” Claire called out to her and before Jack could say anything she continued with, “Come on, you can stare at him the whole time if you want!”

“Claire!” He covers his face in his hands in embarrassment but Patience comes out to join them for the movie anyways. Jack sat in between them on the couch, unable to pay attention to the scary movie Claire has picked out for them to watch.

Luckily Patience hugged a pillow while Jack jumped into Claire’s arms during a jump scare. He also did manage to blow up the TV but he quickly fixed it before Jody got home.

That night Jack text’s Dean. Asking him how he should flirt.

Day 5

Donna came over and gave him a big hug. He liked her and the dinner table was crowded while they talked about their lives. Hunting as well as their regular everyday lives. They all seemed to have a nice mix of both while Jack’s every day was the hunting life. The fixing heaven and hell life. The whole monster-fighting and being the new God life.

So he instead opted to just listen to the women talk and enjoyed the familiar family banter. He missed his Dads.

Day 6

Jody and Donna took them to the lake.

Jody talked about how Bobby, not the other world Bobby but her Bobby, used to take Sam and Dean to the same lake as kids. They were far enough from anybody seeing them that Jack decided to maybe show off just a little. Doing normal stuff like walking on water or parting the water so Patience can grab that nice rock she wanted. Nothing major.

He also found out he liked when someone plays with his hair. Claire has been doing it when they talked and he rested his head on her lap but now he likes it more when it’s Patience because she’s cute to look at. She finally talks to him, feeling comfortable talking about her own psychic powers. She has visions and feels energy around her.

“Your energy is so big it honestly made me feel queasy the first few times I was around you.” She laughed and Jack frowned at her feeling bad that he made her sick but she continued. “Now. I kind of like it. It’s soothing and warm.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She smiled and Jack felt his heart race in excitement.

Lightning struck down and hit a tree setting it on fire. Nobody could prove it was him that caused it cause it was night time and the sky was…clear. Yeah, maybe it was him but he got nervous!

Claire was the only one that knew it was him and made him put the fire out. Then pulled him to her instead so he won’t cause another natural disaster. He pouted a lot as he rested his head on Claire’s shoulder but watched Patience the whole time.

Day 7

“You know you’re always welcomed here, Jack.” Jody was hugging him goodbye as Sam gave him the all clear to come back. “Even if you just want to hang out and get away from your crazy Dads for an afternoon. Just pop in whenever.”

Jack hugged her back and thanked her.

Then he was hugging Claire, “Stay at the bunker some time. Dad misses you.”

“I text him all the time!” She rolled her eyes when she pulled away. “But I’ll stop by more.”

He hugged everyone goodbye, even Patience let him hug her. Before he flew away from the living room.

“Dads! I’m home!” He calls out as he appears in the bunkers kitchen, dropping off the Tupperware containers on the counter. “Jody made you guy’s food!”

“Hell yeah!” He hears Dean before he sees him walk into the kitchen. Cas trailing behind him with a warm smile. “Hey, kid!”

“Hello, how was your honeymoon?” Jack asked and Dean choked on mashed potatoes.

#suptober20 #destiel #Jack and Claire being chaotic siblings #spn #supernatural #claire novak #jack kline #wayward sisters

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Won’t You Stay (Part 16)

Summary: The movie has wrapped and is in post-production phase now. With a bit more free time, the reader and Jensen’s parents meet for the first time in Texas...

Masterlist

Square: Mirror Sex

Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 4,000ish

Warnings: mature (language, anxiety, smut (protected sex, mirror sex))

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @spnkinkbingo

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Three Months Later

“Y/N, would you calm down. You’re gonna wear a hole in the floor,” said your mom as she moved about the kitchen. You whined and paced back over to the front room, glancing out the window. “Ethan. She’s doing it again.”

“Sweetie,” called your dad, popping up from the family room and walking around the corner to you. “They are the Ackles, not a pack of wolves.”

“I just really want this to go well,” you said. “They should have been here by now. Waco isn’t that far a drive from Dallas. Maybe they got screwed up with their hotel or something.”

“We told ‘em they could stay here. No use in having a guest room if the guests don’t use them,” said your dad. You looked over at him slowly, rolling your eyes. “That was a good one. I give it a 9.5.”

“Dad! My boyfriend’s family is not staying over our house! What were you thinking? What if they hate you! Or mom! I can’t believe you.”

“Direct a multi million dollar movie? She’s fine. Introduce her parents to her boyfriend’s parents? Apparently it’s the end of time as we know it.”

“Dad,” you groaned, your mom slipping away from the kitchen over to you. “Mom, why would you let him do this?”

“Why are you so nervous? We love Jensen and I’m sure we will love his family too,” she said.

“Cause what if you guys don’t like each other?” you said.

“If we don’t, then we don’t. It doesn’t affect you and Jensen though, kiddo. Relax,” he said. He rubbed your shoulders and you sighed. “Now go finish setting the table.”

“I already did that,” you said.

“Don’t worry,” said your mom, giving you a peck on the cheek. “They’ll be here real soon.”

You threw your head back and walked away, your parents laughing to themselves as you wandered out the front door and under the front porch. It was a very different style home than the house in LA. That was a massive mansion with beams and dark wood and looked grand. The Waco vacation house though, that was something more like you wanted for yourself someday. It was nice and updated but it was still just a house. A large one but nothing like in LA.

You remembered picking it out with your dad when you were about five years old. The house didn’t interest you too much but there was a swing on the tree in the backyard that you absolutely fell in love with.

You smiled as you saw a car pull in at the end of the driveway. It wasn’t like you were meeting his parents for the first time. Maybe it was the second time but things would turn out okay. They always did with Jensen.

“Hey,” said Jensen, ducking out of the backseat when the car parked near the garage.

“Howdy partner,” you said, Jensen’s parents and sister getting out as well. “Hi.”

“Nice to see you again, sweetie,” said his mom as you walked over to help with the bags. She gave you a hug and you got a nod from his sister.

“How’s the semester going?” you asked.

“Probably flunked my biology midterm but otherwise awesome,” she said. Jensen rolled his eyes behind her back and she scoffed. “Oh shut up Jenny.”

“Alright, nerd. Most people don’t consider an A- flunking by the way,” he said, handing you over a few bags. “Mac, get your stuff.”

“Are you ever going to relax?” she asked, rolling her eyes as she pulled out a duffel bag. “I cannot believe you date him.”

“He has his moments,” you said. “You may need to end up bunking with my little sister if that’s alright.”

“Ella and Anthony aren’t too much younger than you. I’m sure you three will all get along and find ways to annoy us,” said Jensen.

“Don’t challenge me, Jensen,” she said.

“Behave. You’re a guest,” said his father. He looked at you and nodded before heading towards the front door.

“He likes you,” said Jensen.

“He does not,” you said quietly. “He thinks I’m some stupid actor’s stupid daughter.”

“No, he doesn’t,” said Jensen. “I promise. I was super nervous around your dad at first and now we’re good friends.”

“You were also coworkers. Oh God this was a mistake,” you said.

“Hey, honey. If it is, I promise we can runaway and stay in a hotel room for the weekend, okay?” he said. He kissed your temple and you nodded, helping carry some bags over to the front door where his family was waiting.

“Guys, they’re here,” you called, stepping inside and leading the way for them.

“Hi!” said your mom, coming around the corner from the kitchen quickly. “I’m Dani, Y/N’s mom.”

“You look like her older sister,” mumbled Mackenzie. Jensen elbowed her in the ribs and shot her a dirty look.

“Ah. Yours are like ours I see,” said your mom.

“You should see them when the oldest is with them,” said Jensen’s mom. She gave your mom a hug, Jensen’s dad giving her a friendly smile. “This is Alan. I’m Donna and this is our youngest Mackenzie.”

“Hi,” said your mom, your dad walking in with your siblings in tow. “This is-“

“He’s the guy!” said Mac, whacking Jensen on the arm. “That guy that’s in that movie you were obsessed with when I was little.”

“Aw, I’m flattered Jensen,” teased Ethan.

“I hate you, Mac,” said Jensen, your dad chuckling.

“Well I’m Ethan and these are our other kiddos, Anthony and then Ella,” he said.

“You’re kinda young if you don’t mind me saying. Sport,” said Alan. You cocked your head, your dad smirking.

“I always knew that Jensen looked familiar but could never quite figure it out. Alan Ackles. You scared the crap out of me that day,” he said.

“You gotta tease the rookies. I hear Jensen’s gotten plenty of that,” he said.

“Um, do you two know each other?” you asked.

“Not really but we worked together once, way back on a local commercial in Dallas. It was my very first acting job before I moved to LA. I must have been seventeen years old,” said your dad, shaking Alan’s hand.

“I wasn’t that old, probably the kids age or just a hair older,” he said. “Obviously that acting thing worked out for you.”

“Eh, just a little,” said your dad. “Come in. Y/N, bring the bags up to the guest room.”

“And you thought they wouldn’t like each other,” hummed Jensen as your parents headed off together.

“You did too!” you said. You spun around and Jensen’s sister was staring at him, your siblings doing the same. “Why don’t you guys hang out with Mac while we bring this stuff up? Maybe show her around.”

You left before they could say anything, urging Jensen to follow you.

“I totally was not expecting this,” said Jensen. “It’s so different than your parents house.”

“Truth be told I think we all prefer this one,” you said. “But you know, gotta have the house if you’re Ethan Y/L/N.”

“I can’t believe our dads worked together, even if just for a day once,” he said.

“Maybe this was meant to be,” you said. Jensen grabbed your waist and kissed you, making you giggle and nearly fall backwards.

“I think we both know the answer to that,” he said, grabbing you tight. “Falling for me again?”

“Such a loser,” you said, popping into a bedroom and setting down most of the bags. You walked farther down the hall and set Mackenzie’s down in Ella’s before pulling Jensen to the end and into your own.

“Wow,” he said, dropping his bag by the door as he stepped inside. “I gotta admit, I think you got the best bedroom.”

“First dibs has its perks,” you said. Jensen walked over to the window, staring out at the rolling wheat field far out behind the house and trees.

“Sometimes I really forget how you grew up.”

“Money isn’t everything. Ask my dad and you know he’d give all of this up in a heartbeat to have not have gone through what he did. What I did. What everyone did with the car accident,” you said. You stopped beside him, Jensen lacing your fingers together.

“Y/N. I don’t mean the bedroom or the houses. I know you didn’t get what most of us do but your dad did a good job of trying to give that to you, a normal life,” he said. “Also, you have a Nintendo 64 over there that we are totally taking home with us.”

“We’ll have to see if we can sneak it out,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder. “Your parents don’t know that my mom isn’t my birth mom, do they.”

“If they have a problem with your family, I think they’re just going to have to get over it,” he said. “Why’re you so scared, Y/N? I get being nervous and wanting everyone to get along. I’m exactly that way right now too.”

“Because if there was a problem, I would never want anything to come between you and your family. I would never ask you to pick me over them,” you said.

“Y/N.”

“Because you make me happy,” you said, lifting your head to look at him, cautious green eyes looking back. “I think it would rip me apart for good if I screwed this up.”

“I love my family Y/N. I love your family. But if they ever put me in a position to choose them or you, then they aren’t the people I love. Where’s this really coming from?” he asked.

“My parents got along really well with Logan’s,” you said quietly. “They all clicked instantly. Your dad doesn’t...I don’t think he approves of me but he’s too polite to say it.”

“You are by and far the best girlfriend I’ve introduced to them. Pretty. Smart. Badass. Did I mention pretty?” he said, kissing your cheek. “You met them for three hours once when he had a cold. You are worrying over nothing. I promise.”

“Well those three seem to be thick as thieves,” said your mom as she came outside to the back patio after dinner, carrying a few drinks. You glanced inside to the kitchen, your brother and sister chatting up a storm with Mackenzie at the counter.

“To think she didn’t even want to come,” said Donna. You watched your dad put another log on the fire, your mom handing you a beer. You nodded and took a sip, Jensen rubbing his hand up and down your back. “Everything alright, Y/N? You’ve been quiet tonight.”

“Probably just jet lagged,” said your dad. “Kiddo’s been working on editing like crazy lately now that we’re wrapped.”

“What are you doing in the meantime Jensen?” asked his dad.

“Kind of relaxing. Trying to learn how to cook. I can only make chicken casserole for Y/N so many times,” said Jensen with a smile.

“It’s yummy,” you said, taking another sip.

“The movie comes out in about six months. We can be sure to snag you guys some tickets for the premiere,” said your dad.

“Jensen already invited us but unfortunately that’s exactly when we’re supposed to be on a cruise for a few weeks. He wouldn’t let us skip for it,” said Donna.

“Eh, you guys can come to the next one,” said Jensen. “We’re set to start the second movie not long after the first comes out.”

“I just picked up the prequel book. Oh, I feel so sorry for poor Lyle,” she said. “Do you mind if I ask how you came up with him, Y/N?”

“Overactive imagination,” you said with a smile.

“It was good,” said Alan, your head turning towards him. “The first book. I liked it.”

“Thanks,” you said, Jensen giving you a smirk.

“You know what we need? S’mores,” said your mom. “Jay. Hm?”

“Sure thing, Dani,” said Jensen, standing and heading back inside with her. Donna got up to help and soon it was quiet with just the three of you out there, your dad glancing to you.

“You know Dani isn’t Y/N’s biological mother,” said your dad.

“I didn’t realize you were married before,” said Alan.

“I wasn’t. Y/N wasn’t exactly planned. Her birth mother died in a car accident and they had to deliver early,” said your dad. You stared at him, your dad ignoring it. “I was only eighteen when this happened. I know we’re a little younger than you probably were anticipating.”

“She seemed to turn out just fine,” he said. “Jensen never shuts up about her.”

You gripped your bottle, your dad biting his bottom lip.

“I see where she gets it from,” chuckled Alan. “The both of you are so nervous around me for some reason.”

“I think your son is very important to my daughter,” said your dad.

“I think your daughter is very important to my son. Not sure what the issue is there,” said Alan.

“There’s not an issue,” you said. You stood up and walked away, over to the pool before sticking your feet in the warm water.

You felt a presence behind you and sighed.

“Dad-“

“Not your dad, kid,” said Alan, taking a seat beside you. You watched the water while he rolled up his pants and stuck his feet in, a quiet sound leaving him. “I will admit I was a bit grumpy last month when we met. It had nothing to do with you, Y/N.”

“Why do I feel like you don’t like me then?”

“Maybe because you’re like Jensen in a way, which explains why you fit together so well. Maybe it’s why this seems strange, because part of him is like me too,” he said.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“Honestly, maybe it’s because my son seems like himself again and we couldn’t do that. Your family did. Maybe I’m a little jealous of that,” he said.

“My family didn’t do anything.”

“You did.”

You shrugged and took a sip of your beer, his dad smiling.

“Jay ever tell you he wants to try making beer sometime?”

“Once. Told me you nearly tore him out a new one when he tried it in your backyard,” you said.

“Yeah, well. Parents aren’t perfect,” he said. “Maybe we don’t have the opportunity to get to know each other like Jensen did with your family but we do want to know you. We don’t disapprove by the way.”

You turned your head and he shrugged.

“Jensen worries.”

“I’ve noticed,” you said. “This is going to sound a certain way so don’t take it that way please. I just-“

“You don’t have to justify the way you feel,” he said. You nodded, wiggling your toes in the water. “He loves you and we will too. Give me some time is all.”

“I can understand why he is the way he is,” you said with a smile.

“A dork?” he teased. “He gets that from his mom.”

“Sure he does,” you said. He bumped your shoulder and you gave him a smile. “The whole single dad, accident baby doesn’t bother you?”

“Don’t ever refer to yourself as an accident. Also, no it doesn’t. Is it unconventional? Yes. But all I care about is that my children are happy. So don’t worry about the other stuff, alright?”

“I’ll try,” you said. It was quiet for a moment, his dad sitting back.

“You know he calls once a week to check in. He spends most of that time talking about you,” he said. “It’s pretty adorable to be honest. Turns into a little boy all over again.”

“He is pretty adorable,” you said.

“Well I know you are incredibly busy at the moment but some quiet weekend, come visit. We’d like it,” he said.

“We will,” you said. There was a rustling behind you and you looked up, Jensen carrying a plate with two s’mores on it.

“You guys want some?” he asked, mouthful of his own.

“Sure,” you said. You took a bite and gave him a thumbs up.

“Everything good?”

“Yeah,” said his dad. “I think we’re all good now.”

“Good morning,” you said, smiling as your parents headed into the kitchen. Your mom raised an eyebrow as your dad took a cup of coffee Jensen handed him. “What?”

“She’s awake. Before us. I don’t think she’s ever willingly done that,” she said. Your dad put a hand on your head and you swatted it away.

“I don’t feel a fever,” he said.

“We wanted to be kind children and make our parents breakfast,” said Jensen over his shoulder as he got out some butter.

“Ah. I see they’ve forgotten we’re going to brunch later,” said your mom. You threw your head back and put the eggs back in the fridge.

“Going back to bed?” asked your dad.

“Yup,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s hand and pulling him upstairs with you. He yawned as you wandered back to your bedroom, smiling when you fell back on the mattress. “More sleep. My favorite.”

“Or we could have morning sex and then go back to bed,” he murmured. “Both your favorites.”

“You want to do it with both our parents in the house? Jensen Ackles. I didn’t realize you were such a bad boy,” you said, rolling over onto your back.

“Only for you,” he teased, locking your bedroom door.

“You have a streak hidden in you. Don’t deny it,” you said.

“Oh, I’m not,” he said, rolling back onto the bed, sliding his hand up your shirt. “I even came prepared.”

“That’s my boy,” you said, stretching your arms up, letting him push the shirt off of you.

“You get rid of those pesky clothes and I’ll be right back.”

He kissed your cheek and hopped up, going to his bag and digging around. You were lazy in taking off your shorts and underwear, tossing your bra on the floor in time for him to come back with nothing but a condom on.

“I would like to try something if you’re up for it,” he said. You sat up with a sleepy smile and nodded. He gave you a lazy kiss before he sat back down, grabbing your waist and pulling you around to the middle of the bed, settling in behind you.

“What are you up to?” you asked.

“Your dresser here has a mirror,” he said, your eyes flickering across to the other side of the room. You saw yourself naked, Jensen snaking a hand down to your folds and slowly rubbing you. “I want you to see how absolutely fucking hot you are when you get fucked.”

“Jay,” you said, turning your head away.

“Please?” he hummed.

“I’m not going to get in the mood by looking at myself.”

“Looking at you naked gets me in the mood all the time,” he said, kissing your neck. You rolled your eyes but looked ahead, watching his free arm cross your waist and press you back against his chest. His arm’s looked larger than normal and you noticed the muscles flexing in his shoulders, the strong thighs that were moving the two of you to sit up. You sat back on your heels, Jensen rutting his cock against your back before pulling you up and settling you over his cock. You lowered yourself down, fluttering your eyes shut.

He snapped his hips back and rocked into you, eyes flashing open and catching his own in the mirror behind you. In the mirror, you started to ride him, Jensen meeting you with every roll of your hips.

“Look at my cock, fuck looks like it barely fits,” said Jensen. Your eyes went down and you watched yourself lift up him, nearly all the way before slamming down.

“Okay. That is pretty hot,” you said, Jensen chuckling as he kissed your jaw. “Fuck. You’re so fucking strong. Shit, Jay.”

“Feels like you’re milking my cock. How are you so tight?” he panted against your skin, warm air hitting your face.

“Because of your big cock,” you whispered, moving your arms behind you to hold onto him, Jensen plowing in harder. You’d never noticed how your own body bowed and arched before, never noticed muscles in your thighs working hard, never noticed the light blush that covered your skin as you got closer to an orgasm. “Harder.”

He tightened his grip and rubbed over your clit, fucking up into you, nailing your g-spot.

You grabbed his ass and he did it again, your head knocking back onto his shoulder. Your whole body tensed as you came, your face soft as you bit your bottom lip, Jensen growling into your neck to hide his grunts as he followed quickly after. With a quiet laugh you let go of him, Jensen pulling you to fall back straight on his chest, rolling you to his side.

“The only thing that could have made that better was seeing your ass too,” you said.

“You can look at my ass anytime you want,” he said, shakily getting to his feet and tossing the condom in the trashcan.

“Uh oh,” you giggled, spotting the red marks covering the small of his back and his creamy cheeks. “I think I might have given you a few new bruises.”

“Please mark me up,” he hummed, sliding back into bed under the covers, laying his arm over your waist. “Makes me feel like yours.”

“God you are too attractive,” you said, kissing his nose, Jensen nuzzling closer. “Love you.”

“Love you too, honey,” he said. You shut your eyes, ready to fall back asleep when your phone buzzed, a text from AJ coming in. “Work again?”

“Premiere date got moved up a week,” you said, tossing the phone back down. “No big deal.”

“I can’t wait to walk down a red carpet with the hottest director, writer, actor there ever was and know that she picked me,” he said.

“I would prefer not to go,” you said. Jensen nipped at your bottom lip and you laughed. “But I’ll go as your date.”

“Score one for Ackles,” he said. You kissed him quickly, Jensen closing his eyes. “Sleep?”

“You read my mind, fan boy.”

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A/N: Read Part 17 here!

#spnkinkbingo #supernatural #spn #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #supernatural series #supernatural reader insert #jensen ackles x reader #spn reader insert #jensen reader insert #jensen x #jensen ackles x you

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captainshazamerica · 3 years

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The redhood nightwing fight scenes look like they're gonna be dope af like thats all I'm thinking about how awesome the fight scenes are (hopefully) gonna be (I'm already finding it difficult to see this jason as redhood cuz he's like literally a child but I dunno what age he redhooded in the comics so??)

I had no idea tim was even gonna be in it !?! Can I please get some kind of recognition from the batboys that they actually view each other as brothers and family! 😢

Someone needs to kill the joker It'd be kinda interesting if old bruce killed joker and it'd be nice if that was the last thing he did as batman buuuttt then again it'd be a nice touch if dick killed joker for jason, it would personally be disappointing if joker was just let live not gonna lie i really want bruce to kill him and that be the reason he gives up being batman because he failed to protect jason and then he broke his no killing thing so he just hangs up the cape

we are getting FEAR TOXIN yassssss cue awesome nightmare ish fearscapes (no idea if that's an actual word but that's what I call when you get to see everyone's fear hallucination)

Kory I love you, I do ship dickkory however I feel like she's too good for dick and should marry me instead lol I wanna see how donna is still alive? and I know there's people who are like ughh hank dawn go away already but I really freakin like hank and dawn as characters even though their suits are ridiculous did they break up last season I can't remember? Hank needs a break poor man someone give him a blanket and a hug and let him sit the fuck down everybody leave hank alone

That line where babs is like don't try be your father and dick is like excuse me what you saying there Commissioner Gordon, that will never not be funny 😅😅😅

I ain't in love with this show it has so much potential it could be so lit but I do like it anndd they got suits now whoop!

Wait is this my previous Titans anon? (The one where we ranted about Jason, or the one thinking they hadn’t seen S2 but went to watch it and realized they had? Or are you the same person? xD )And if so are you the same one who asked for the comic and fic recs? Just wondering in terms of if I’m talking to one person or not hahaha

But ahh I got so excited when I saw I got an ask about this 😍

Omg the nightwing red hood fight already got me so stressed lol. It looks great but ahh angst! But I think Jason is like 19ish in most versions when he comes back? Though tbh I forgot what age Jason is in this , I’ll have to see when i rewatch it soon. Curran, the actor, is actually 23, he just looks super young/short. He got pretty buff though. But yeah, that is an unfortunate thing wi the them rushing it already but also, I’d rather have it like this than if they were gonna spread it out through the seasons then it gets cancelled or something (poor Gotham s5, RIP). I think he was the PERFECT robin jason Todd though. Like I love his acting and portrayal of Jason(“Titans are back bitches!” classic Jason), he just is young looking and short. Gosh I still wanna know if they are going with the Lazarus pit for Jason or not! But like that also begs the question of whether they are doing a time skip cause normally Jason is dead for like 2-3ish years, but it doesn’t look like it from the trailer.

And yes, I’ve been looking forwards to Tim!!! While the trailer didn’t show it, the actor was on set a lot over these last couple of months (I’ve been keeping up with their instagrams xD) and seemed super close with the cast! I can’t believe the first look we got if Tim was him nearly crying, though that look already won me over, I love him and he is my son now. But RIGHT! That’s all I want, is the bat bros platonic love, gosh dang it😭 that’s all we want DC😭

BRO! OLD MAN BRUCE KILLING JOKER WOULD BE FREAKING PERFECT. Dang it! Now I’m gonna be so disappointed if that doesn’t happen 🤣gosh it would be perfect, and normally I would be like it’s Bruce, they would never do that, BUT, this show does that kind of “edgy” stuff anyway so if it’s ever gonna happen(without the Batman who Laughs plot line happening(which would make a perfect dc animated movie btw)), it would happen in this show, especially with what was shown in the trailer with him giving Batman up. Man, now my hopes are up for that xD though I wouldn’t mind if Dick killed him. I would be shocked though if they had the balls to actually kill off joker though, dc seems to refuse to do that :/

Omg I squealed at the scarecrow part omg. Dr freaking Crane is a big reason I spiraled down this entire fandom tbh. Like literally a year ago I got obsessed with him for some reason and that led into the Bat hole where I am currently WAY deeper than I ever would have thought 😂 and while I’m not hyper fixated on him anymore, I still love him so much and is my 2nd fav rogue, and it mainly started with Jonathan 🥺 we barely even see his face and I am already in love with the casting, the voice is perfect. And I LOVE when villains have to help the heroes, that is like one of my fav tropes ever omg, I was really hoping they were gonna do that to him. I hope he is in it for more than one episode tho. And oh lordy, like those poor Titans need even more trauma in their lives and now fear gas is in the equation. Oh no, I bet poor Gar is gonna get hit cause they just love to torture that poor boy. And tbh I hope the fearscapes(perfect word for it) will be better than most of the Gotham ones, those seemed a tad cheesy tbh

Lmao about you and kory😂 she is too good for him, but also, this Dick needs someone who can kick his ass and get his head out of his martyr butt 😂 tho tbh, I’m still not fully sold on Dickkory, Like I don’t hate it but I don’t LOVE it in many versions, like they can be cute but no strong feelings, the Original Teen Titans cartoon is like the only exception, I def ship those 2

Omg I low key forgot Donna “died”😂🤦🏻‍♀️ I feel like I knew it wouldn’t last so it didn’t have a big impact on me lol. Like I had/have a feel raven is gonna bring her back. I wanna know what happened to Rose/Joey! Like are they not gonna be in it at all? Especially with Jason going off the deep end?!

Lmao, hawk and dove’s suits😂 I think they did break up, I’ve only seen the series once through tbh, planning to rewatch before S3 tho(and try to force my mom to watch it tho she is convinced everything DC is too dark for her lmao), yeah, I don’t mind them, like I don’t want the focus on them but like they deserve to be happy/need a break, omg yes! That boy needs to be wrapped in a blanket and given a break, that grumpy boy is TIRED. Let him rest!

Lmao! That babs line is so great😂

I’m just so excited for all this live action Batfam content, considering the live action movies NEVER give us Batfam 😭(we aren’t talking about the 80’s/90’s live action robin lmao)

Also so sorry this was so long 🤣🤦🏻‍♀️

#long post #Titans #titans season 3 #Titans S3 #Titans speculation #speculation #predictions #Meredith gets an ask #anon #ask #asks #Jason Todd

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SPYING ON MOM by Donna Allen

CHAPTER EIGHT

Helen Taylor knew a kinky twist when she saw one. She'd been running the Blue Lake Resort nearly fifteen years and she'd learned a great

deal about people. You had to put two and two together and get four. Here was this couple now in cabin number five, far back from the

main house and almost in the woods. Mother and son in the cabin, the guy about eighteen and the mother twice that age, but looking

years younger. Outside the cabin, out on the lake or in the dining room in the main house, they were nothing unusual. Inside the cabin

they walked around naked and the mother thought nothing of handling the guy's cock.

Helen saw that by accident with her own eyes. She just happened to be in the woods near the

cabin and she took a look through one of the windows. The next day she went back again, and this time she saw the mother suck the guy

off. Two plus two equals four. Mother and son were lovers.

Helen was more fascinated than shocked. She didn't much care what people did with their lives. That was their own business. As long as

they didn't hurt anyone else, why should anyone give a damn? That's what Helen told herself. But there was another and more important

reason why she wasn't shocked. She'd had an incestuous affair with her own son for years. He was now away in college and she hardly

saw much of him any more, but whenever he came home to visit they would always have their own special reunion. How could she

possibly be shocked by what was going on in the Miller cabin? She wasn't shocked, she was damned intrigued by it.

After that, Helen stayed away from cabin number five. She wanted to avoid any chance of being caught spying on them. Instead, she

made a plan to get to know the Millers a little better. As soon as she could, she sat down at their table in the big dining roam. Since she

ran the place, it seemed natural for her to be friendly to the guests.

The Millers were both cordial. Helen had some wine brought to the table. She imagined herself making it with the, guy. He looked

capable. She'd been divorced for what seemed like a thousand years and she liked cock. She also liked other things. Pat Miller was very

attractive, and Helen had no trouble imagining herself making it with her, too. No trouble at all. She could also imagine making it with

both mother and son. The idea of that really gave Helen a buzz. She wondered if it could be arranged. You never knew what people might

do until you gave it a try.

The next morning when Helen saw Stuart alone in the reading room in the main house, she invited him to play tennis with her.

"You look bored," she said. "Maybe you can help me get some exercise."

The guy was willing. They met ten minutes later on the court and they batted a ball back and forth for more than an hour. The more Helen

saw of him the more she liked him. He had an assurance about him. He reminded her of her own son. She suspected he knew how to give

a woman a strong fuck in bed. She had seen his cock twice, once soft and once hard, and there was certainly enough there to gun her

motor.

After they finished playing tennis, Helen invited Stuart to her cabin for a beer. She walked in front of him to let him look at her ass in her

white tennis shorts. He had already seen her tits jumping round while they were on the court. Even in a bra, they jumped. She took a 38-D

cup and she had plenty to show in front. Without a bra the weight made them droop a bit, the nipples painting south. Her son said she had

the kind of tits that made a man want to suck until his jaws hurt.

She liked Stuart's looks. Except for her son, she never fooled much with guys his age. But she knew all about them. How you could get

their cannons to go off three or four times before they were finished. That's the way Jimmy was. Her son seemed to have an eternal hard-

on once he started, and Stuart Miller looked just as virile. The Miller boy had a delicious body. She quivered as she remembered what his

cock and balls looked like.

Once they were inside Helen's cabin, she brought out the cold beer and started flirting with him. She had no problems. She knew exactly

what she wanted and she already knew more about Stuart than he realized. As she expected, he made no attempt to fend her off. He

flirted back. They bantered and laughed and

came on to each other. She could see he had eyes for her tits. They were bigger than his mothers s and she could see her tits turned him

on.

After a while she asked him about his girlfriends. She got him to admit that he was no novice with girls. She smiled at him.

"I could tell right away," she said. "You look like you know your way around a woman."

He sipped his beer and then smiled back at her. "I'm not a kid, if that's what you mean."

"No, you're not, so maybe I ought to be direct with you."

"About what?"

"About what I'm thinking. Right now I'm sitting here thinking about how much I'd like to suck your cock."

He was silent a moment. Then he chuckled. "How about that?"

"Yes, how about it?" Helen said.

"You mean it, huh?"

"Of course I mean it."

She took hold of the bottom of her teeshirt and peeled it off. In a moment she had her bra unhooked and tossed away. Lifting her big tits

in her hands, she pointed her nipples at him.

"Believe it now?"

He pursed his lips and gave a low whistle. "God, what a pair!"

She dropped her tits and rose up. She held her arms out to him and he cane to her she kissed his mouth, her belly pressing against the

bulge in his shorts.

"Let's have a look at this."

Stepping back, she worked at his belt and opened the top of his shorts. She pulled everything down to his ankles, denim shorts and jockey

shorts. Then she straightened up again. His cock bobbed in front of her, thick and stiff and already dripping. She cupped her hand under

his balls and then ran her fingertips along the underside of his prick.

"Are you going to pop off in my mouth?" He looked at her with hot eyes. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes, that's what I want."

The next moment she was down on her knees with his fuck-knob in her mouth. He had a meaty prick, hot and throbbing. She liked the

smell and taste of it. His crotch was sweaty after the hour of tennis. Like a gourmet meal, she thought. Her son had a bigger prick, but

this one was nice enough. Gorgeous knob and a heavy pair of balls. The guy was well-hung. Maybe it was all the exercise he got with his

mother.

"Shoot it," she said.

She squeezed his nuts as she worked his cock with her mouth. She had him groaning before long. He pumped his hips as he started

spurting. Four long spurts of his ropey jism. She twisted his ball-bag. She pursed her lips over the tip of his cock and sucked him dry.

"Oh wow!" he said.

"I guess that means you liked it."

"Do you want me to stay? I'll get hard again and fuck you, if you want."

She patted his dangling cock and shook her head. "Maybe next time, honey. We'll have something to look forward to."

"You promise?"

She promised him. She kissed him again and watched him pull his clothes up. What a shame to cover that lovely prick. But she knew it

was for the best. She had to work on his mother first. She sent Stuart away and lay down to take a nap before lunch.

After that the day passed quickly. In the evening, after dinner, Helen found Pat Miller in the bar. Stuart was in the TV room watching a

ballgame. Helen smiled at Pat, sat down beside her and ordered a daiquiri.

"Mind some company?"

Pat smiled and welcomed her. "I was just about to get lonely."

They started talking. This was the second time, and it wasn't long before they warmed to each other. They had a number of things in

common. They were both women who had survived a wrecked marriage and raised a son without much help from anyone.

They started talking about men. After a while Pat hinted that she knew about Helen's little tryst with Stuart that morning.

"He tells me everything," Pat said.

Helen raised an eyebrow. "Everything?" "Everything."

"Maybe I should be embarrassed." Pat laughed. "What for?"

"You don't mind?"

"Definitely not. Anyway, let's not pussyfoot about it. He says he enjoyed it and I have no complaints."

Helen was pleased. They continued talking, had another round of drinks, and then it was Helen's turn to hint at something. Pat picked up

on it immediately. She questioned Helen and Helen said yes, she knew about Pat and Stuart. She explained how she'd seen them

accidentally. She said nothing about coming back to look again.

"Serves me right for not pulling the shades," Pat said. "Does it bother you? About Stuart

and me? Some people would start screaming." Helen chuckled. "Not me. I'm not like that.

In any case, why would I scream when the territory is so familiar?"

Helen explained to a surprised Pat about her affair with her own son. Pat listened intently as Helen told her Jimmy was now away in

college.

"They grow up fast," Helen said wistfully.

"They sure do!"

"We seem to like the same sort of candy." Pat smiled. "It seems we do." Helen snickered. "Two big swingers drinking alone in the

mountains. I assure you I've had wilder times. With more than one, if you want to know. I like them in pairs."

"With your son?"

"No, not with him. The loggers come into these mountains every spring and I manage to find some entertainment. I like them with

muscles. And big cocks."

Pat laughed. "I like you."

"And I like you, too. Have you ever made it with a woman?"

The question hung there. Pat was silent a long moment as she stirred her drink. Then she said:

"As a matter of fact, I have."

"So have I."

"I assumed that when you asked the question."

"I like it."

"I think I'd like it a lot with you. We're sitting here drinking when we might be doing something more interesting. I think I'd like going

down on you."

"Lord, how reckless we are!" Pat said with a smile. "I don't think I can refuse an offer like that."

Ten minutes later they were in Helen's cabin. They kissed. Pat put her hands on Helen's tits.

"Stuart told me about these. I'd like to look at them."

Helen slipped out of her shirt and bra. She held her tits in her hands. "They hang too much."

Her excitement evident in her eyes, Pat shook her head. "They're lovely."

"Quick, on the bed. I want you." Helen turned the lights down while Pat undressed. Then Helen stripped the rest of her clothes off and

joined Pat on the bed.

"You've got me shaking," Pat said.

"And dripping, I hope."

"You'll find out"

"I like a good deal of sauce on the entree."

Pat chuckled. The next moment her chuckle turned into a moan as Helen's mouth found her cunt. Pat pulled her knees back to her tits as

Helen settled down to her meal.

As far as Helen was concerned, Pat had the loveliest cunt she'd had in a long time. It wasn't often that Helen made it with a woman her

own age. There were too many pretty young girls around, girls either already gay or willing to try a woman to see if they liked it. Pat was

something different. A mature woman very much like Helen herself. A ripe cunt oozing a thick stew of fuck-juice that turned Helen on and

increased her daring.

She traveled south with her tongue. She visited Pat's asshole. Pat accepted the compliment and quickly rolled her ass up to make herself

more available.

"I do love that," Pat said.

Helen stiffened her tongue and used it to probe Pat's asshole.

They kept at it a long time. Helen did all the sucking. Cunt-hole and asshole. She had offered to go down on Pat and she expected no

favors in return. She didn't need any. Sucking Pat's juicy cunt was a treat. Helen slurped and dug

in. She used her nose and mouth and chin. Pat groaned and came, her fuck-juices drizzling over

Helen's face.

When Pat recovered, she said: "How about a three-way?"

Helen looked up from Pat's wet pussy and smiled. "With Stuart?"

"That's right."

"I'd love it," Helen said.

The next evening after dinner, Helen went to the Miller cabin. Pat opened the door when she knocked.

"We conned a bottle of champagne out of your bartender," Pat said.

She wore drop earrings and a pair of high heels and nothing else. Stuart wore only a pair of blue jockey shorts, his cock and balls bulging

in the pouch. Helen looked them both up and down and chuckled.

"I think I'll be getting lucky tonight." "But first you get some clothes off," Pat said.

Helen quickly stripped. She hefted her tits in her hands, enjoying the admiration in the eyes of both of them. "I've had the hots over this all

day."

Stuart opened the champagne and poured.

After the champagne was tasted, Pat moved close to Helen and kissed her.

"I never got to look at all of you last night," Pat purred. She fondled one of Helen's big tits and then stroked Helen's impressive ass.

"You're a lot of woman."

"With some wear on the chassis."

"It looks fine to me. Fine and tasty."

"If you're offering, I won't refuse."

They put their champagne glasses down and went to the sofa. Helen loved having her pussy eaten. She was thrilled by the way Pat looked

at her. Pat's eyes radiated hot lust. Stuart sat nearby, sipping his champagne as he watched them.

Before Helen sat down, the two women kissed and fondled each other. Pat rubbed her nipples against Helen's. Then she slipped a hand

between them and tickled Helen's pussy with her fingertips. "Stuart gets turned on when he sees me eat a woman. Isn't that true,

darling?"

Stuart nodded. "That's right, Mom." "Is Jimmy the same?"

"He certainly is."

When Helen moved her legs apart, Pat slipped two fingers inside Helen's cunt-hole. "You're very fuckable. I'd love to fuck you with a cock."

"You're making me hot."

"Sit down, honey. Let Pat make you feel good."

Before long, Helen was seated on the sofa with her knees up and Pat's mouth on her pussy. Pat teased Helen by doing a lot of sniffing and

superficial licking. Helen finally had to grab Pat's head to pull Pat's face against her cunt.

"Come on, suck it," Helen said in a throaty voice.

Pat laughed and nuzzled in. She rubbed Helen's clit with her nose while she lapped at Helen's cunt-hole. Helen groaned and lifted her tits

in her hands. She pinched her nipples with her fingers as she gazed down at Pat's head.

Stuart watched them. His cock was soon too hard to keep covered. He peeled his shorts off and tossed them away. Then he took his cock

in his hand and returned his eyes to the women on the sofa.

"Came over here," Helen said to Stuart.

When the guy walked over, he smiled at her. "Is she giving good bead?"

"Don't talk so much and stick your cock in my mouth."

She sucked his prick while Pat ate her pussy. Mother on one end and son on the other. She had never made it with a duo like this. Now

she

knew how others felt when they balled her and Jimmy together.

After a while she pushed Stuart away. "Get behind her and fuck her," Helen said.

Stuart grinned. He moved behind his mother's ass. Kneeling on the floor behind her, he fingered her cunt and then drilled his cock inside

her cunt.

Pat groaned into Helen's pussy. She wiggled her ass as Stuart began fucking her. Helen held her tits in her hands and rolled her nipples

with her fingers as she watched Stuart fucking his mother.

Stuart ran his hands over Pat's ass as he fucked her cunt. He loved her ass. His mother's lovely ass. He rubbed her asshole with the ball of

his thumb as his cock slid, in and out of her stretched cunt-hole. With a sly grin at Helen, he dropped some saliva on his mother's asshole

and rubbed it around with his finger.

"Yes," Helen said, "I'd like to watch that." "What about you?" Stuart asked.

"Maybe later.

After that he pulled his cock out of Pat's cunt and pushed his fuck-knob at her asshole. Pat grunted, opened her ass and his prick popped

inside.

"Oh yeah!" Stuart said. Gripping her ass

with his hands, he drove forward to bury his cock to the hilt in her shitter.

Helen quivered. She liked nothing better than a hot prick up her ass. She never let anyone do it except Jimmy. She thought maybe tonight

she would break her rule and let Stuart fuck her ass. He had such a delicious cock. She would pretend it was Jimmy's prick packing her

shit-tube.

Helen came after that. She blew her climax on Pat's face. Pat guzzled on Helen's pussy, nibbling her clit until the end and then sucking up

the juices flowing out of Helen's gaping cunthole. When Pat finally pulled away, she told Stuart to fuck Helen.

"She needs it now," Pat said.

Helen was more than ready for his cock, but she wasn't too keen on the idea of his prick coming straight out of Pat's ass. But then Pat

looked at Helen and caught it. Pat smiled, waited until Stuart's cock was out of her ass. Then, as Helen watched, Pat went down on

Stuart's prick to clean it with her mouth.

God, what a pair they are! Helen thought. Her pulse racing with excitement, she watched Pat lick and suck the cock that had just been

inside her ass.

Before long Stuart's cock was ready for Helen. She bent over on one of the armchairs.

The guy moved behind her and quickly filled her cunt-channel with his fat prick.

"Oh boy, he's good," Helen said. She reached underneath to grab his balls. She rubbed his ball-bag over her clit. She loved the way he

fucked her. All that solid fuck-meat stretching her cunt-hole.

Stuart fucked Helen's cunt a good five minutes. Then he started rubbing her asshole with his finger. "How about now?"

"I'll need something," Helen said.

Pat took care of that. "I've got some baby oil," she said. In a moment she had the oil dripped into Helen's asscrack. "Mmmmmm, I like

doing this," she said. She made sounds of pleasure as she worked the oil into Helen's asshole.

Then Stuart pulled his cock out of Helen's cunt and raised it up to get at her shitter. His mother helped him. Holding his cockshaft, she

positioned his cockhead on the ring of Helen's asshole.

"Open the door, Helen!"

Helen opened her ass and a moment later Stuart's cock slipped inside.

"Oh baby," Helen said. She imagined it was Jimmy's cock. Then she told herself she was being silly. It was nice to have a fresh cock up her

ass. Very nice indeed.

Pat moved behind Stuart. She fondled his ass as he fucked in and out of Helen's stretched shithole. It always turned her on to see him

fuck another woman. She held his balls in her hand, squeezed his nuts each time he buried his cock in Helen's shitter. Then, still holding

his balls, she worked her thumb inside his asshole and reamed him out.

"Oh fuck!" Stuart moaned.

"Go, baby," Pat said. "Dump it in her ass!" Stuart groaned and shot his load. Helen came when she felt his jism freshly lubricate her

shitter. She closed her asshole around his cock and milked him dry.

"Listen," Helen said a little while later, "I've got an idea."

"What's that?" Pat said.

"Stay on another week and Jimmy will be here. Maybe we could make a foursome."

Pat laughed. "I could go for that. How about you, Stuart?"

Stuart pulled his cock out of Helen's ass and watched her asshole close. "I like the mountains," he said. "I really do, Mom."

THE END

#SPYING ON MOM by Donna Allen #Chapter 8 #The end

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