#he busts out the 'let me ask my Mom' thing because Time and him have a Chat and its like

[hyah-lian]

I would like to say I think if Hyrule woke up to Time putting a blanket over him he might accidentally call time Mom

because great fairies get called mom and Time has a great fairy mask and my headcanon is neither of them really care for strict social gender constructs. Mom=strong person, lots of magic, takes care. Ergo Mom= Time

Rulie might be lowkey embarrassed for like a second (like when you call a teacher mom by accident) but Time would be like "Honored, thanks. Get some sleep" and totally understand

Edit: to throw in a 'language differences'/'hyrule didn't learn to read or write (much) before the chain if at all' he tries to explain it to someone being obtuse on purpose as standing for "Masiv Omounts of Megik" and starts a whole debacle on spelling (and he knew it would)

[bookshelf-dust]

kiss it better

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3,176

warnings: swearing, sick fic (sorta), steve not taking care of himself, anxiety, stress, mental breakdown?, best friends to lovers deal (let me know if i missed something)

a/n: hi! it’s been awhile. i’m sorry about that. this has been a very slow process for me. my mental health is shit, and that’s probably obvious. i hope it hasn’t seeped into this too much, but it probably will with the next few things i write. i apologize for taking so long to post, for disappearing, for not really making this the blog it once was. but i’m not the same person i was then. so we’ll see where this goes. i hope you enjoy this one a little. i love you.

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The shrill sound of a phone ringing scares you awake, eyes flying open, heart pounding so aggressively you fear for a split second that it might burst. 

You sit up quickly, enough so that you make yourself dizzy trying to get your bearings. You roll onto your side, and reach blindly across the edge of your nightstand, grabbing for the green plastic that’s shaking with the force of which it’s ringing. 

You almost fall out of bed, just managing to catch yourself as you bring the phone to your ear. 

“Hello?”

Your voice comes out weak, thick with sleep and the longing for more rest. It startles you and makes you clear your throat. 

“Hey, it’s me.”

The voice on the other line is even weaker than your own. It’s quiet.

“Steve?”

Your eyes find the alarm clock on your dresser, bright red letters telling you it’s just after one in the morning. You might be half-asleep, but you’re conscious enough that your heart rate picks up, registering that this isn’t when your best friend normally calls. 

You hear him breathe, along with some shuffling. He’s nodding his head, but realizes you can’t see. 

“Yeah. Listen,” he drags a shaking hand down his face. “I’m sorry to call so late.”

“Hey, it’s okay. What’s the matter? Is something wrong?”

He goes quiet for a moment, but you wait patiently for him to continue. He must be trying to get something out, and you don’t want to pressure him, or cause him stress in any way. 

Steve huffs, frustrated with himself. 

“I-I’ve got an insane headache, and we’re out of goddamn medicine. My parents were here, and my mom was hungover and I guess she must’ve emptied us out, but it hurts too bad to drive, and…” He trails off, breathing heavily. 

His pause lends you a moment to process, and you decide to speak up. If his head is killing him, you know finding the energy to speak to you, let alone call, has to be draining. You wouldn’t want him to suffer anymore than he already is. 

“Stevie?” you start, happy to hear a small hum that encourages you to go on. He registers what you’ve called him, something you don’t call him often, and his chest aches. “I’ve got some I can bring you. I think all the drugstores nearby are closed.” 

You swing your legs out from under the covers, pushing yourself off the mattress. Pressing the phone between your cheek and shoulder, you pull on the pair of sweats slung over the end of your bed, trying not to bust your ass as you hop into them. 

“Is anything else hurting you?” you ask, gently as can be. 

“Honestly?” he responds. “I think I’m sick. I can’t be sick, can I?”

You stand upright once again, taking the phone firmly in your hand. 

“I think even King Steve can get sick from time to time. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

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Steve’s not sure you understand him. He can’t be sick. He’s got shit to do. He has a shift tomorrow, and he’s pretty sure Dustin needs a ride one day this week because Claudia is on a “girls trip.” He has to keep working on his college essay, because he’d told you he was almost done, but really he isn’t. 

Steve doesn’t have the time to be sick. And he can’t have you ruining your own schedule to come and babysit him. He’s supposed to be the babysitter. Not the charge. 

He should be able to take care of himself, but of course, the one time his parents come home they clean out his mediocre supply of medicine. Something he’s always stocked up on, given his tendency to get the shit beat out of him, or the nasty string of tension headaches that just won’t quit. 

And his head is killing him. He has his palms pressed to his temples, trying (and failing) to dull the ache. There aren’t any lights on in the kitchen, where he’s sitting on the floor, back pressed to the cabinets. 

He’s trying not to move too much either, because he’s dizzy. This probably has to do with the fact that he skipped dinner, feeling too nauseous to eat. Now that Steve is hungry, he fears he won’t be able to get up and fix anything. 

Maybe you’ll be able to help, he thinks. But that voice is quick with a counter argument. No. I need to do it. 

He perks up at the sound of the front door opening. “Steve?” you call out, careful not to slam the door or yell too loud. It’s also why you hadn’t rung the doorbell. 

Steve raps his knuckles softly against the countertop, hoping it’ll be enough to clue you in. He can’t bring himself to shout right now. You follow the sound, taking the few steps toward the kitchen. 

When your eyes lock on his figure, see the way the heels of his hands press into his eyes, you realize how young he looks. He almost looks small, legs pulled up to his chest, big, lanky body compacted as much as possible. He looks vulnerable. You’re sure he hates that. 

“Hi, Steve,” you say, keeping your voice low. 

He looks up at you, and his face splits into a sweet grin. He’s happy that you’re here, even if that voice is screaming at him, wanting to punish him for asking for help. 

“Hey, honey.” You smile back at him, and his heart rate picks up. Sometimes he forgets how beautiful you are, and then you’re standing in front of him, snatching every last breath from his lungs. 

You set your bag down beside him and reach out, brushing his hair back from his forehead. He feels a little warm, but not feverishly so. 

You move away from him, grabbing a cup from the drying rack. You fill it up with water and crouch at his side. Steve takes the glass from you, head resting against the cabinet to watch as you grab him some medicine. You hand him a few pills, and he takes them quickly. If he doesn’t get this headache calmed down soon, he thinks he might just die. 

Steve keeps drinking the water you gave him, and you push his hair back again, watching the way it curls around his ears. 

He drinks about half of the water before he pauses, taking a deep breath. He looks at you then. It’s mostly dark in the kitchen, but the lamp on the table by the front door is on, so you’re a little backlit from it. Not to mention the moonlight seeping in from the window above the sink.

You look gorgeous. And you came over to take care of him. You got up, at one in the morning, and drove to his house, just because he asked you to. Hell, he hadn’t even asked. He hadn’t gotten the words out. But you’d known. You’d known exactly what he was trying to ask, and you’d offered your help with no qualms. 

Steve’s nose starts to sting, and that pressure from behind his eyes—it starts to release. Before he knows it, his vision is getting cloudy, and he’s crying. He can’t be crying, can he? 

You carefully remove the glass from his hand and move in between his spread knees. 

“Steve, it’s okay. I’m here, and I’m gonna take top notch care of you.” 

“I know you are,” he says, voice breaking. “But I should be able to do it myself. I always do it myself.” He presses his hands against his face, but you catch his wrists and gently pull them away. 

You hold your arms out, and Steve practically falls into you. He buries his face in your neck. He can feel the warmth of your skin, the cotton of your sleep shirt. You smell like soap, that fancy conditioner you use. 

One of your hands finds the base of his neck, nails scratching gently over his scalp, thumb dragging over the top of his spine. Your other rubs soothingly up and down his back. 

“But the thing is, Stevie, you don’t have to.” 

He’s not a loud crier. But he is sort of panicky, breaths coming quick and short, chest heaving against your own. “I know you’ve always had to do a lot by yourself, but you can ask for help, and you don’t have to punish yourself for it, either.”

You feel him nod against your collarbone. His hands are fisting the back of your shirt. Eventually, he pulls away, but keeps his eyes closed. He tries to keep his head turned from your gaze. 

“Hey. Look at me.”

He does, albeit reluctantly. Steve’s cheeks are flushed, lashes clumped together and lips parted where he tries to suck in a good deep breath. 

You reach up, fingers gently sweeping away the remainder of the tears on his face. He leans into your touch, and you let him. You lean forward and press a sweet kiss to his forehead. You’ve never done that before.

Steve recognizes that you’ve never done it before, even if it’s sort of fuzzy. Sure, he’s kissed the back of your hand and you’ve reciprocated, but he’s usually the one to initiate physical affection. You’re too shy most often, even if you ache to do it. 

Fuck, he wishes he were a little more coherent right now. 

“Can you stand for me? It’s late, and I think you need to rest.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, sure.” Now that he’s thinking about it, getting in bed sounds so nice. 

You stand first, and watch as Steve pushes off the floor, gripping the countertop on the way up to steady himself. 

“Come on. The stairs are gonna be a pain.”

He reaches out for you, and you let him take your arm. He pads out to the staircase, and you watch each precarious step he takes, hoping he won’t get too woozy and trip. 

By the time he finally makes it up there, he’s wrapped both arms around your waist and buried his face between your shoulder blades. You soften beneath his hold. 

You walk slowly towards his bedroom, and he waddles behind you. You push the door open. “M’kay, Steve. Wanna change clothes and hop into bed?” 

He pulls off of you and grabs hold of his dresser. “I’m not givin’ you a free show.”

You snort. “I’ll go get some more water and be right back.”

His grin fades. “Please be fast.” He doesn’t want you to go. He doesn’t want you to leave him. 

“Steve, I’m practically The Flash.”

He laughs, pulling a pair of sweats and a t-shirt out of the drawer. Usually he’d sleep in less, but with you here he feels he should keep his modesty.

When you return, he takes the water from you, drinking it faster than he probably should. Steve feels like he’s had the shit beat out of him, and for once—he hasn’t. 

You’d sat down on the edge of the bed, not noticing the way he’s staring at you. You look up when he sets the glass down. He drags both hands down his face. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

He exhales. “I want you to stay here with me, but I don’t want you to get sick. The idea of you being on the couch, which is like, miles away, is driving me insane.”

“Steve?”

“Huh?”

“Can’t I just sleep on the futon?”

His eyes move towards the other side of his room where said piece of furniture is pressed against the wall. He’d bought it when group sleepovers became a thing after all they’d dealt with. Jesus, his brain really isn’t working. 

“Oh. Yeah, honey. Just don’t want you to go far.” 

You lean forward and push his hair back from his forehead. You’ll need to remember to take his temperature come morning.

“I’m not going anywhere, Steve. I promise. Not until you’re all better.”

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When Steve wakes up, you’re not there. He starts to panic, thinking maybe he’d been too much, maybe he’d shown you a side of himself he shouldn’t have, that maybe you left. 

But you return to his room just as he’s about to start looking for you. There’s a thermometer in your hand. 

“Morning, sleepy boy. Are you coherent enough for me to check your temperature? Or no?”

He yanks the covers off of himself, and his shirt has ridden up. You catch a sliver of tummy before he sits up fully, and you miss it the second it’s gone. 

“Hit me, I can take it.”

You roll your eyes but stick the thermometer under his tongue when he opens his mouth. When you pull it away, you’re happy to see he hasn’t got a fever. He was warm last night when you kissed his forehead, but you’re thinking it was from stress or just overheating. 

“No fever. What’s buggin’ you today, Stevie?”

He flops onto his back, and his shirt rides up again. You mentally slap yourself for being so enamored by it. All your brain can compute is tummy. Steve’s tummy. “My head still, and my stomach. I feel like I haven’t slept in four years.”

His words snap you out of your reverie. “Four years? That’s incredible. When’s the last time you ate something?”

Steve stares at you for a moment, though it looks as if there isn’t a single thought behind his eyes. “Yesterday…morning. I think. Yeah, I had a banana.”

You stare back, rather appalled at his statement. “Steve.”

“Hm?”

“All you’ve had to eat in the past twenty four hours is a banana?”

“Yep.”

“Jesus christ. Get your ass up and come with me.”

Steve doesn’t move. Rather he watches you move, right out the door and towards the top of the stairs. You pause and turn around, crossing your arms. 

He huffs. And then he slides down the side of the bed like a child before crawling up and following you to the kitchen. 

Over the course of the next few hours, you manage to get Steve to eat, shower, and go for a short walk, weather permitting and all. He’s looking astronomically better than he did last night. 

Steve sits opposite you on the couch, his socked feet in your lap. “What do you think my deal is?”

You rub your hand over his calf. “I think you just had a little bug. Or maybe you let yourself get too stressed out and your body couldn’t take it.”

He blinks. “Is that…that's not a thing? Is it?”

“When’s the last time you gave yourself a fuckin’ break, Steve? When you just took a day for yourself rather than worrying about who needs to go where, or if you’ll have to cover a shift? You have to take care of yourself, or this is the kind of shit that happens.”

“Being overwhelmed about your parents, not eating, worrying about that application, all of that is fucking with you. That headache was probably a stress headache. They’re killer. I want you to be healthy and comfortable, Steve.”

You exhale, and close your eyes. When you open them, Steve has sat up, scooting towards you on your end of the couch. 

He might still be tired, but he can’t believe this. He can’t believe you. No one has ever worried for him in this way. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask. 

He barely even registers your words, too busy memorizing every line on your face. You look so fucking beautiful. It almost makes him angry. 

“I’m thinkin’ about how bad I want to kiss you.”

Your face starts to burn. You shove his shoulder. He looks at the place where you’d pushed, quirking a brow, but grinning nonetheless.

“What?”

“Steve, you can’t say shit like that.”

“How come?”

“Because we’re friends.”

“Best friends.”

“Well yeah, but best friends don’t say that to one another.”

His grin widens. He looks more awake than he has this entire time. 

“Oh, but you haven’t said it.”

You blink. “Huh?”

Steve gets his voice up that little bit higher, doing a cheap imitation of you. “‘Best friends don’t say that to one another.’ Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but that implies you want a kiss too, doesn’t it?”

You drag your hands down your face and flop back against the arm of the couch. 

“So you gonna say it, or what?” He’s shifted, and you can feel him hovering over you, but you refuse to move your hands. 

“Of course I’m thinking about kissing you, Steve.” You suck in a breath and open your eyes, locking with his own. “But you’ve got cooties.”

Steve rolls his eyes before he backs up and yanks on your ankle so that you’re flat against the couch. 

“You did not just lecture me about self-care just to tell me I have cooties. I didn’t even have a fever.” 

“I didn’t even have a fever,” you mock, lowering your voice in what is quite possibly the worst impression of him you could do.

He’s quick about it. Almost stealthy, not that you’d ever boost his ego by telling him so. But his fingers are reaching for your sides, the tips dancing over your shirt, that tiny sliver of hip showing where it’s ridden up. 

Steve is practically drunk off of your laugh. It’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard, and when he goes for your neck, when you tilt your head and trap his fingers between your cheek and shoulder, he thinks he could die. 

You and your laugh. The fact that you drove over at one in the fucking morning, without even thinking about it, just because you care. That you stayed the night, listened to his pitiful thoughts, took care of him…it’s too much. 

Never in his life did he think he’d find someone like you. Someone who makes him feel like he matters. You’d made him realize how smart he is, how capable. That he could do things for himself and not just to please his dickhead father. 

You have made him whole. 

He lets up when you start breathing extra heavily, only to tickle the underside of your foot before he quits, just to piss you off. You kick him in the side. 

“I think a kiss from my very favorite person might be the best form of self-care there is, honey.”

You sit up. “Wow. King Steve really never died.” He raises his hands like he might tickle you again, but you catch them before he can do any damage. “Okay, sorry!” 

Before he can register it, you’ve leaned in and pressed your lips to his. When he does realize, he lets out a surprised hum, and you can feel that smartass smirk forming on his face. 

When you pull away, he whines. 

“All better?”

Steve falls back against the couch, pulling you with him just to get that laugh out of you again. 

“I’m healed.”

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You'll Remember You Belong To Me

Loving and leaving Daemon were the two best things you ever did in your life. He disagrees with the latter, however, and is convinced you'll come back.

Mafia!Daemon Targaryen x Estranged!Reader | 1k+ | cw: fem!reader, modern au, toxic!Daemon, mom!reader, exes trope, manipulation, typos, etc.

A/N: HI everyone. it's been so long since I've written anything ): I JUST CANT WRITE HUHUH but inspiration struck me so im running with it!! this is inspired by You'll Be Back from Hamilton so I suggest you give it a listen! Also it's kinda fucked up so read dis with care!!!!

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @delicious-xx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @thebullship @sa3losa

"Papa!" a hushed but excited voice calls.

Daemon grins and gets down on one knee. The little boy with burning white hair runs towards his papa's open arms and jumps into them.

Daemon embraces and kisses his son. He then throws him over his shoulder as he stands, making him giggle. The man asks as he head over to the open door, "where's mummy?"

"Cooking with Vivi."

"Oh," Daemon walks inside and takes his shoes off, "do you and Visenya help mummy cook?"

The boy cheers, way too loudly to his father's taste, "YES!"

Daemon immediately hushes the boy and sets him down. The boy is red in the face and giggling. Daemon gives him a lopsided smile and brushes his bangs out of his face, "remember what I told you, lovie? About keepin' a low profile."

The boy nods, "it's our secret mission," he raises a finger to his lips, "a surprise for mummy!"

Daemon chuckles, "very good, Baelon."

Baelon grins from ear to ear.

"Now, before we surprise mummy, tell me where you put the phone I gave you."

"I hid it underneath my toy box! Mummy never looks there."

Daemon pinches his son's cheeks, "good boy."

Baelon giggles under his breath.

"Remember not to let your mother catch you when I call again, okay?"

He nods.

"Right," Daemon stands, "you can go tell mummy daddy's home now."

With that, Baelon runs off and practically busts a lung screaming, "PAPA'S HERE!"

Daemon follows the child, and hears a high pitched squeal from the kitchen. Soon enough, his beloved Visenya is running towards him, "PAAAPPPAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Daemon scoops up the little girl in his arms and covers her face with kisses, "ah, my baby girl."

He twirls the girl around and after a 360, he is met with a deathly glare. Daemon smirks, "hello, baby girl."

"I am not your baby girl," you snap as you march towards him. You mutter under a groan, "and you're not supposed to be here."

Visenya tightens her arms around her father's neck. At a point, her blonde hair looks like it was Daemon's. He blows a raspberry onto her neck, his eyes on you the entire time, "my place is where my family is."

It takes everything in you not to explode, but you don't; you'd never do that in front of your kids.

Daemon knew that well.

That didn't stop you speaking your mind though, "this is from the man that uprooted our life in King's Landing because of a business plan gone wrong."

That makes Daemon tick. He puts down Visenya, much to her displeasure. The girl claws at Daemon's jeans, wanting to be in the arms of her father again but is ultimately ignored. "You knew what you were getting into when you married me."

"That's why I know better than to let the man I once loved conceal, lie, and cheat on me."

Your words really sink into him when you pick up Visenya when she burst into tears. Of course, she wanted nothing to do with you and so desperately clawed out to him, but the image was really sobering.

At least for a moment.

"Give her to me," Daemon says.

You glare at him and mouth threats laced with curse words.

Baelon runs up to him with a toy bus, "papa, can we play?"

Daemon looks down at his son and smiles. He crouches down, "of course, darling," he looks up at you, "we'll play with Vivi."

Visenya immediately wrangles out of your arms and you have no choice but to set her down.

As much as you wanted to grind his guts, you knew your children loved their dad. They so obviously missed him dearly.

Daemon sprawls belly-down on the floor without hesitation. Visenya and Baelon fall into their usual play mode and you take a deep breath before heading back to the kitchen to finish cooking.

By the time you were finished and calling for them and their joke-of-a-father to come to the table for lunch, you find yourself alone by the dining table waiting for seemingly nothing.

You were about to go get your kids, that is until Daemon walked over.

Your face immediately morphs into distaste. It makes Daemon chuckle, "that bad?"

"Where are my babies?"

"Our babies are napping," he says, pulling a chair back. He sits down and tilts his head, "I'm here though."

You make a disgusted face.

Daemon laughs. He missed your face very much.

You cross your arms, "what did you do to them?"

"You're accusing me of doing something to my children?" he chuckles in disbelief as places a hand on his chest.

"They never need to take naps."

Daemon shrugs, "you don't play with them hard enough."

He realizes his mistake when your face contorts.

"I didn't hurt them," he waves his hands, "I just made them chase each other around until they burned out."

"Good then," you point to the door, "leave."

He narrows his eyes in offence, "I promised I'd be here when they woke up."

You throw your head back in laughter, though you found no amusement in his words, "that wouldn't be the first time you lied."

"I've never lied to Baelon or Visenya."

"You think you deserve a consolation for that?" you snap, turning around to lean on the sink. You wash your hands even though you've just washed them, "I told you I would leave. I told you I would leave you if you kept up your bullshit."

Daemon stands and walks towards you.

You don't look back but you knew he was closing in. You didn't need to look; you could feel him. You knew exactly what he would do because you knew him like the back of your hand.

This was why before he could do anything, you turned away and flicked water into his face.

Daemon stills in his spot, taken off-guard.

You decide to finish cleaning up before you eat.

He wipes his face, "and I told you you'll be back."

You scoff as you tidy the counter, "am I the one crawling back?"

"Is that what you want?" Daemon raises a brow as he walks over.

You still in your spot when he drops to his knees.

"I'll crawl and beg," he whispers as if it was something solemn.

You watch him inch closer and before you have the brain to move, you let out a gasp when he grabs your thigh.

It didn't help that his palms were warm and your skin was cool from wearing shorts and damp from washing dishes. It didn't help that you hadn't been touched for so long and that your skin grew goosebumps.

It didn't help that he had it all figured out.

He kissed your thigh once and the next moment, he had you pressed against the counter, nose to nose, forehead to forehead, nearly lips to lips.

Daemon traps you between his arms, hands gripping the counter on both your sides.

You could smell him so clearly now. It did something to your stomach. Your hands wanted to instinctively reach out to him, but you thanked the gods you knew better than that.

"I'll atone for my sins whichever way you want," he murmurs, "just let me see my kids."

You press your hands on his chest, ready to pull him away, "I know better than to believe you."

Daemon waits for you to push him back. When you don't, he doesn't hide his smile. He grins and takes your hands, kissing them.

Your breath is pulled out of your lungs.

He shakes his head, "you don't have to believe me. You just have to watch me."

It wasn't right, but the feeling of his lips on your skin was too familiar to resist. Daemon kisses your hands, up to your wrists, up to your shoulders, then your lips were trapped between his teeth and you were pulling him in.

The only reason you stopped was because Visenya walked in on you, scratching her eye, asking if she could have help getting a plate of food.

You watch as Daemon smiles at her. You watch as your daughter giggles as her papa gives her a plate and kisses her cheek before telling her he's going to go wake her brother up.

You watch as he carries Baleon and sits him down next to him. You watch him dote on them and it nearly makes you forgive and forget all he's done.

Daemon knows better than to think you'd do anything of the sort.

And even though you sit across from him holding a look of spite, he gives smirks back and prepares you a plate.

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A Place to Land

(Billy Hargrove x Female Reader)

Synopsis: You told Billy you love him. And he knows it's time to break up with you.

Warnings: Minor language (I don't think I use the F word), angst to fluff, insecure Billy, drunk Billy

Word Count: 3495

A/N: I'm actually really proud of this one. I think I fixed what was bugging me about it a few weeks ago. Please let me know what you think! I also recognize this is not one of the requests I have in my ask box. I will get to those, but I am weak to the little gremlins controlling my hyper-fixations.

The day Billy realized he loved you, he knew he had to leave. It was only a matter of time before you broke up with him. He felt it when he woke up from nightmares, and you held him.

He felt it if he wanted to leave a party early because the crowds reminded him of how claustrophobic his mind felt under the Mind Flayer’s influence—he thought your frown was annoyance.

Your look of pity each time he didn’t answer you because he flashed back to that time killed him.

Before the Mind Flayer, he wondered why you agreed to that initial date with him. He was an asshole—so angry at everything. Angry at himself. What did you even see in him?

Your date had to be one of his favorite memories. He took you to see The Goonies, bought popcorn to share, and when he took your chin and turned you to kiss him, you waved him off after the third one. He would’ve been irritated; any other girl and he’d have considered the night a bust, but you were so invested in the screen that he couldn’t help his lips turning up. He wasn’t sure you realized you grabbed his hand at one point in your excitement at the film. Neither of you pulled away until it was over to gather your things. He had thrown an arm around your shoulders and tugged you into his side. And when you asked if he wanted to go to the diner down the street, a little jump in his stomach made him say “yes.”

It felt…nice…that someone wanted to spend time with him. Maybe he was interesting enough without sex.

He’d never laughed as hard as he did that night. You were funny and kind, sweet and smart—and dammit—the way you smiled at him? You were so goddamn beautiful. He was hooked.

Now, after the Mind Flayer—after he found out this wasn’t your first time dealing with that creature—he knew he loved you. He felt the beginning of it that first night. And that meant you would hurt him. That meant you would leave.

Exactly like his mom had.

But Billy was a coward.

The day he had decided to end it, he kept pushing it back. He had picked you up, and you smiled, and he thought, “Tomorrow.”

You were in the middle of a date, sitting across from one another, and he had imagined that smile turning into a sneer. He had been so close to blurting it out. Then, you giggled and intertwined your fingers with his.

Then, Steve invited everyone over for a BBQ. He had tackled you into the pool, and when you both emerged, you laughed and splashed him. He warned you with the biggest smile, and you started swimming to the other end of the pool.

Billy watched it all. And he felt sick.

It wasn’t jealousy. It wasn’t angry enough to be jealousy. It was like confirmation. One day, you could have this when you were no longer tied to him. If it was happening now, then it’d happen in the future.

He had to break up with you.

No matter how much it’d kill him.

—

He pulled in front of your house, barely getting out of the car before you were bounding toward him.

You were so excited to see him that you couldn’t even wait for him to reach the door.

He shook his head slightly. He had to do this, had to beat you to the punch.

“Hey, Billy! How are—”

“We need to talk,” he said, avoiding your eyes.

“Oh? What about?” You tilted your head, scanning over his tense posture.

He let out a slow breath. Just rip the bandaid off.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“What?” Had you heard him correctly?

“I’m breaking up with you,” he repeated, jaw clenched.

You took a tentative step forward.

“Billy, I—what do you mean? Are you okay?”

It didn’t make sense. You were attached at the hip yesterday; Billy couldn’t keep his hands off you, and now he wanted to break up?

What the hell was going on?

He shoved his hands in his jacket pockets to hide his whitening knuckles. He didn’t trust himself to not grab hold of you.

“I mean, it’s over. I don’t love you.”

You furrowed your brow, inhaling shakily. “I love you, Billy. I’ve been telling you for weeks now. I know you haven’t said it yet, but that’s okay! I’d never pressure you into—”

He had to cut you off if he was gonna get through this.

“And I’ve realized I don’t love you. What? You gonna make me stay with you?” He wished he could get through this without looking at you, but then you wouldn’t believe him.

You’d be okay. You may hate him now, but you’d move on. And he’d never have to know the pain of you leaving him—of you having an everlasting disdain for him. This hate would only be temporary.

“...You know I won’t,” you whispered. “I’d never force you to do anything.”

He'd had enough of that his entire life.

He nodded. “Then I guess we’re over.”

He turned to walk back to the driver’s side, pulling the door open with more force than needed.

“I don’t believe you.” You managed to get out before he got in.

He stopped. His hand was on the car's roof but didn’t look up.

It gave you a bit of hope.

“I don’t believe that you don’t love me. I see it every time you look at me.” You sniffled. “I know you, Billy. You never would’ve been with me for this long—through all this shit—if you didn’t love me.” You wiped at your tears. “But if this is what you need to do, then I guess you have to do it. And I’ll still love you. That’s never going to change.” You took in a shaky breath. “So, when you’re ready, I’ll be here. You’ll never lose me. I promise.”

He didn’t know how you could read his mind. But it had always been like that. You could anticipate what he needed before even he knew.

He wanted to run to you, to scoop you into his arms and apologize, but that nagging in his head wouldn’t stop. The image of you and Steve smiling and laughing. That phone call with his mother—Billy begging her to take him, too.

It felt like you confessed to him just yesterday—that warm feeling in his chest froze over.

You’d leave him eventually. Even if you didn’t think you would, he’d do something to change that. He’d ruin the best relationship he ever had, and then you’d be gone.

He blinked rapidly, getting into his car and speeding away. But not before glancing in his rearview to see the tear tracks streaming down your face.

—

It had been three weeks since Billy broke up with you, and every day your chest seemed to hurt worse. You had spent the first few days hopeful, convincing yourself Billy would be at your door any moment to apologize and explain why he did what he did. It didn’t fully sink in until the fourth day that he was serious.

You had arguments, of course, but Billy was always quick to remedy the situation. He didn’t like when you were angry with him. He said it put a pit in his gut because it reminded him of his anger toward his father. Even if it wasn’t nearly the same thing, Billy still hated the idea that you could ever loathe him that much.

But you didn’t hate him—could never hate him. You just wanted him back, but you didn’t know how to do that. You had called but either gotten Max or nothing at all. You had driven by several times, but Max and Billy weren't home, or he ignored you because—of course—he could tell it was you by your knock.

By week two, you were almost positive you had done something to him. However, you had no idea what. You played through every moment you spent with Billy, and the closest thing you could come up with was that you were a bit clingy. And even when you asked Billy about it, he said he liked it!

That was a few months ago, and he wasn't one to hold his tongue if something bothered him. It was one thing you loved about him. Even though it may come off as harsh—which he was working on—nothing ever festered with him. There was no chance of growing regrets.

You had barely gotten any sleep the past few weeks.

Lying in bed in one of Billy’s shirts, you tried to take your mind off everything with a book when the phone rang.

You sighed but got up to answer anyway. At this hour, it was either Robin or Steve.

“Hello?”

You waited a moment, no one speaking, and then a deep breath came through.

“(Y/N)?”

“Max?” You furrowed your brow. “Is everything okay?”

You’d spoken to her plenty since your break up, but she had never called you after ten. You gripped the phone tighter, ready to listen to anything she had to say, and hoped she was alright.

“I don’t…It’s Billy.” She waited for your response, and when you didn’t give one because of your surprise, she continued, “He’s been drinking a lot since your…since you know…and I’m worried. This is the worst it’s ever been, and I…I don’t know what to do.” She let out a shaky breath. “Can you please come over? I think he needs you.”

Your heart was in your throat. Part of you wanted to refuse. Billy ended things. There was no way he wanted to see you.

But the selfish part of you wanted to see him, to make sure he was okay, to maybe get some answers out of his inebriated state. Even if you didn’t want to hear them. So, you told her you’d be over soon. Not bothering to change, you threw on shorts and shoes and grabbed your keys.

—

You didn’t know what to expect when you arrived. Billy could hold his alcohol, but you didn’t know what frame of mind he was in. The fact that Max called you to begin with set you on edge.

You barely knocked on the door before Max ripped it open.

“Hey.” Her mouth pinched. “He’s in his room. He was…He turned off the music ten minutes ago. I’m not sure what he’s doing.”

You nodded. “...You said he’s been doing this since we…since he—”

“Yeah, I’m not sure what to do anymore,” she said.

You placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. I’ll try to figure out what’s going on.”

You weren’t sure if you knocked or not on Billy’s door. The thumping of your heart drowned out the taps.

His slurred “go ‘way, Max” made it nearly stop. Just how long had he been like this?

“It’s me, Billy.”

He opened the door faster than Max, eyes wide as he took you in, almost as if he couldn’t believe you were here.

“(Y/N)?”

The glassiness of his eyes made you want to pull him close and tell him everything would be okay. That whatever was going on in his head, you could face together.

“Is s’tha’ really you?” His knuckles brushed your cheek, testing to see if this was another daydream. And when he made contact, he breathed, “I miss s’you.”

Your nose tingled. “I miss you, too, Billy.”

A singular tear slipped down his face as he cupped yours.

“Hey,” you cooed. “It’s okay.” You wiped it away. “Everything’s okay.”

He shook his head adamantly. “I’m sorry. M'sorry…sorry…”

His shoulders shook, and he could no longer look at you, head hanging low.

You hushed him softly as you led him back into his room and closed the door. His apologies continued until you sat on his bed and pulled his head into your neck.

You brushed through his curls and blinked back your own tears. Never had you seen Billy like this.

He had gotten better at telling you what he felt but still kept a lot to himself. This…This was a sadness you couldn’t handle seeing in him. You wanted nothing more than to take it away—fix it—so you could see that brilliant smile again.

“I lo’you.” He burrowed further into you. “Love you.”

They were quiet confessions, but they held so much conflict.

You were relieved, almost ecstatic, but he was drunk. It might just be because you were here, comforting him.

In any other scenario, you’d be the happiest person alive. However, with every “I love you,” a knife seemed to lodge into your heart.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Everything’s okay. I forgive you.”

He squeezed you tighter in response. All he wanted was to be closer to you. Like that could erase what he had done.

With another kiss, you gently guided him away so you could meet his gaze.

“Let’s get you ready for bed, okay?” You tucked a stray curl behind his ear, and he nodded. It seemed he was content to do whatever you said.

You helped switch his shirt to a clean one and handed him a pair of boxers, covering your eyes when he didn’t hesitate to remove the ones he wore.

“How’s that feel? A little better,” you asked, combing through his hair with your fingers.

He hummed, leaning in.

“Good,” you said. “I’m gonna get you some water and aspirin for tomorrow.”

When you went to pull away, his hand shot up to grip yours.

“Please,” his eyes were near watery, “please, don’t leave me.”

Maybe you were imagining it, but his plea felt like it held so much weight.

He was asking you to stay with him, to sleep beside him so he wouldn’t feel so vulnerable in an already vulnerable state. But it also felt like he was asking you to not walk away from him. That even though he broke up with you, he regretted it. And hoped you would want him back, accept him and all his mistakes. All his flaws.

Either way, the answer was the same.

“I’ll always be right here, Billy.” You squeezed his hand. “You get settled, and I’ll be right back.”

He slowly nodded, letting your hand slip from his.

And when you came back, Billy was on his side, facing the door, a space for you wide open.

Once you got in, he nuzzled into your chest, arms securely around you.

“Love you,” he mumbled, already half asleep.

“Love you, too,” you whispered, heart in your throat.

—

There were three blissful seconds of peace, of the comfort of an arm wrapped around your waist when you woke up. Then last night flooded back.

Billy drunk.

Him crying.

And saying he loved you.

And you had said it back even though you were afraid the next day would bring you more hurt.

He might not remember.

Or worse, he might not have meant it.

Looking up at the peaceful expression on his face pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.

He’d feel like shit today, so the least you could do was make him breakfast and ensure he was alright.

You had managed to switch positions throughout the night. He had held you like always.

You carefully slipped out and into the kitchen. And as you worked, you prepared for the worst.

—

The ache in his chest might’ve been worse than the one in his head. The sun hurt his eyes, and the cold spot beside him bit at his torso.

You had been there.

He couldn’t remember all of last night. But you had been standing outside his door. And the smell of your shampoo clung to his sheets anew. Back where it belonged. The day it had worn off, he had buried his face in his pillow, desperate for one part of you to still be with him.

But you weren’t here anymore.

He swallowed the aspirin, wondering if Max had put it there. Maybe she took pity on him and was making him breakfast.

The bacon made his mouth water. He just hoped she wouldn’t want him to open up about last night. He didn’t want to relive it, especially when you had left before he woke up.

He dragged his feet in the hallway, one hand grazing the wall with the other rubbing his eyes.

He would've plopped down at the table. He would’ve tucked his head in his arms and maybe drifted in and out until Max nudged him. Instead, he stopped and stared.

You were still here.

His heavy steps must have alerted you because you glanced over your shoulder and gave him a small smile.

“Morning,” you said softly.

“Hi,” he said, blinking once, then again.

You motioned for him to sit at the table, and he did without another word.

You hadn’t left him.

After placing some food down, you sat across from him.

He wasn’t sure what to say. He wasn’t even sure he was awake right now. After everything he put you through, you stayed.

His mind was still foggy. Add that to the thoughts racing through it, and he didn’t know where to start. Thankfully, you spoke first.

“I miss you,” you whispered, hands folded atop the table.

He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “I miss you, too.”

Without his notice, his hand had sought yours out, his fingers sneaking underneath to trace your palm. “I miss you so much.”

Your answering squeeze was like a switch—it made things brighter.

“I’m right here,” you said.

He nodded, not even trying to keep the smile at bay.

He believed you. Last night was proof. He was at one of his lowest points, and you had shown up—you had stayed.

Still, the smallest part of him had to hear you say it.

“Promise?” He locked eyes with you, pleading.

You took his hand in both of yours. “I promise,” you said. “I love you.”

He let out a disbelieving laugh. “I love you, too.”

You brought his hand up to kiss his knuckles, and he could feel your smile against his skin.

He needed you closer.

Tugging at you, he muttered a “come here,” guiding you onto his lap and pushing his nose into your neck, breathing into you. “I love you so much.”

You said it back, running a hand through his messy curls, then trailing your thumbs around his ears down to his jaw, holding him gently so you could kiss him. You wanted to savor every second of this. You had a lot to discuss, but right now? You just wanted to be with him.

His grip tightened as he returned the kiss.

He wanted to apologize again, to tell you how much he regretted what he said. Before he could, you looked at him as if you couldn't get enough.

“As much as I would love to continue kissing you, I’m starving. And you need to eat.”

He laughed, a genuine, full-fledged laugh, something he hadn’t done in weeks.

You tried pushing off his lap, but he wouldn’t let you budge.

“I’m just gonna get my own plate,” you said, giving him a quizzical look.

He shook his head. “Eat off mine.”

And with the contentment and hope on his face, you couldn’t argue. So, you swiped a piece of bacon, taking a bite as he kissed your shoulder.

"This mine?" he asked, pulling at the hem of your shirt.

"Yeah. I've kinda been cycling through all the ones in my closet," you said.

He hummed, a sullen look crossing his features.

"Been wearing your ring," he muttered, fishing out his Saint Christopher to show you the ring hanging on it.

You toyed with both pieces, rubbing your thumb over the face of the original, then set it back to his chest. You pressed your palm against his heart, and he placed his hand over it.

You leaned your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

He took a sharp breath, then relaxed.

When you finally looked into his eyes, they held security. He trusted you. And he would continue to trust you with something he didn't trust anyone with.

As you ate, one of your arms stayed around his shoulders, sometimes playing with his hair or rubbing his neck. His stayed firmly around your waist, his fingertips grazing up and down your side, trailing further to your thigh.

It was perfect, this moment. Every laugh Billy brought out of you, every kiss you gave him, every word said; it was all a balm. He wasn’t completely healed, he knew that, but he also knew you.

You had reassured him, given him a place to land when he never thought that place existed. You loved him. And that meant you weren’t going anywhere.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Touch Me, Tease Me (NSFW)

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: Pure filth with a sprinkle of fluff 🥰

Synopsis: One thing that you can always do is help Jack relax and turn his bad mood around

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

Do not engage if underage

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

The time on your phone read 10:26 PM as you heard the front door open letting you know that your husband was back.

Urban had sent you a text about 45 minutes ago telling you that Jack was in a mood, but he couldn't figure out why and as much as he tried to get it out of him he couldn't. So, his next best option was to tell you in the hopes that you could get to the bottom of what was wrong and make him feel better. 

The bedroom door was open and Jack didn't even greet you as he walked in despite you speaking to him first.

“Hey babe.”

Instead, he simply slipped off his New Balances and laid on top of you with you letting out a yelp because you weren't expecting him to do so.

His head was on your chest as you wrapped your arms around him and he hugged you tighter.

“Hmm, smush? You wanna talk about it?” You asked him and he immediately shook his head no.

“Now you know we don't do that around here. We talk about how we're feeling so it doesn't cause a shitstorm later.” You said as you started playing in his hair.

Jack lifted his head to peek at you and you simply kissed his nose while giving him a small smile.

“So spill It.”

“I just missed my wife. I didn't want to do anything today.” He finally confessed as you pinched his cheek.

“You're so cute, but you're back now so you need to relax. Did you eat?”

“Yes. Urban made me.”

You made a note in the back of your mind to text him and thank him because knowing Jack and how busy he tends to get, it wouldn't be unlike him to forget to eat.

“Good and you aren't doing anything tomorrow so you can sleep.”

“Baby, we have six kids. What is sleep?” He asked while raising an eyebrow at you. 

“I… well I'll text Clay to see if he can take them out tomorrow so you can rest.”

“If you ask him he'll say yes. If I ask him, I'll have to go through my mom.”

“Jackman, you are so dramatic. Clay loves spending time with them.”

“Don't you remember last time? He dropped The triplets off 2 hours early.”

“Well yeah because they ate him out of a house and home.”

“They're going to summer camp because they can be fine all school year and the MINUTE that the last damn bell rings on the last day of school they act like we haven't fed them since birth. Talking about ‘daddy, I'm hungry’ when they ate less than 20 minutes ago. Fuck outta here. Need to start paying for groceries if they want to eat so damn much. In THIS economy!?”

You couldn't help but to bust out laughing, but you knew he was completely right.

“We'll worry about that when the time comes, but for now I need you to do something.” You replied as you played with his beard.

“What do you need babe?”

Before you answered him, you leaned forward to kiss him and he eagerly kissed you back.

“Get up, lock the door, and you need to lose your clothes. Now.”

Jack simply smirked before kissing you again and then he got up and made his way over to the door to lock it.

By the time he turned back around, you had lost all of your clothes and he was looking around dumbfounded.

“What the? How?”

“I literally wasn't wearing that much to begin with, now come on.” You laughed as you were now sitting on the edge of the bed and pulled him closer to you by the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Off now.” You told him as you tugged on them, but instead he slowly slipped his shirt off and threw it in the corner.

“You're teasing me and I don't think I like that very much.” 

All he did was smirk, but was caught off guard as you got his sweatpants and boxer briefs down in one swift motion and began stroking him.

“Shit, baby.”

“Do it again and I won't let you cum.”

Hearing this, Jack immediately put a hand around your neck stopping your movements. 

“It's honestly cute how you think you're in charge. You know better than that baby. I run this.”

“Hmm, we'll see.” You softly answered as he let go and you took him in your mouth, but suddenly had an idea.

You stopped and simply slid all the way up in the bed and Jack was looking at you confused.

“My dick isn't going to suck itself. What's going on, baby?” He asked as he was stroking himself and peering down at you.

“Sit in between my legs.”

From that moment forward, you knew he was at your mercy.

Kicking his sweatpants the rest of the way off, he did as he was told and his back was now leaning against your chest.

Your arms went around him as you leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“You always put me to sleep and now it's my turn to return the favor.”

All he did was lean his head back and you lightly kissed him while smirking.

You started kissing down his neck and snaked your hand around to continue stroking him. The precum was now leaking as you massaged the tip of his dick before continuing to move up and down the shaft.

“Oh fuck.” You heard Jack quietly say and he adjusted himself so that you would be able to have a better grip.

By now, he had simply closed his eyes and now had his head resting against your chest. He tried to move to the side to be able to put your pierced nipples in his mouth, but your movements immediately stopped.

“Stop moving, Jackman.”

“But…”

“Just be patient.”

He did as he was told as you continued pleasuring him because the last thing he wanted for you to do was stop again.

You lost count of how many love bites you left all over his neck, and knew that he wouldn't be complaining when the two of you were finished.

Soft moans and whimpers were leaving Jack's mouth every few seconds and you simply slowed down and quickly heard his protests.

“Baby, come on.”

“Hmm? What's wrong?” You asked, knowing exactly what the problem was.

“You know what you did. I was almost there.” He whined and you simply laughed to yourself.

“Now you know how it feels, huh?”

“Baby, let me fucking cum.” You heard as he tried to increase the pace of him moving in the palm of your hand.

“Or what?” You asked as you stopped completely.

He turned around to look at you and kissed the side of your mouth.

“Don't ask questions to the things you don't want the answer to. Your ass won't be able to walk tomorrow if you keep fucking playing with me.”

“Who said I wanted to walk tomorrow?”

Jack let out a light chuckle before turning back around.

“Famous last words.” He replied as he patted your thigh and knew that it was going to be a long night.

You spit in your hand before reaching back around and sped up the pace of you stroking him.

“Yes, baby. Keep fucking going. Be a good girl and make daddy cum.”

Not even a minute later, he released all over your hand and you kept stroking him as he rode out his high with you kissing him.

Between kisses you heard his moans and the stickiness between your thighs was becoming more evident and could no longer be ignored.

You two sat in silence as Jack got himself together before he flipped over to see you licking his cum off your hand making him get bricked up all over again.

“Mmm, tastes so good. And what were you saying about me not being in charge?” You asked as you looked at him hovering over top of you.

“Don't fucking start with me because we are nowhere near done.” He said as he slowly entered you.

“Oh shit.” You breathed out because you were caught off guard.

“Don't get scared now. Take this dick.” Jack said as he pounded into you and placed his hand around your neck.

“And if you're a good girl, I just might let you cum. Open your mouth.” 

Listening to instructions, you felt warm liquid hit the back of your throat.

“Swallow it.”

As you did, you smirked up at him which made him halt his movements and slide out of you.

“Turn around.”

Now on your knees with your head resting on your arms, you felt Jack's warm tongue as he started to eat you out from the back.

“Fuck, baby. It feels so good.”

A few minutes had passed and without warning, he abruptly stopped and slid into you.

“Arch that back and act like you want this.” You heard him say but not before there was a hard smack to your ass.

You did as you were told and knew that this wasn't stopping any time soon.

About an hour later, Jack was fast asleep on your chest as you played in his hair and you couldn't help but to laugh to yourself.

 

And as much shit as he talked, you still put his ass to sleep. 

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What do you think a relationship between Mary and Sister Winchester would really be like?

In the event that Sister Winchester is clearly not Mary's daughter

John had an affair with a normal woman and although we know that he never forgot Mary, he really came to care about the Winchester sister's mother, until she died or left. How would Mary take finding out that John was with someone else? Or I think the question is whether I could come to terms with it even though Sister Winchester is a constant reminder that John was with someone else.

How would Dean and Sam tell this to Mary?

Dean and Sam try not to talk about Sister Winchester's mother in front of Mary or talk about her as if she was nobody in John's life (never in a cruel way) so as not to hurt Mary's feelings, in the same way that Sam and Dean tried not to talk in front of Mary about what a bad father John was and that bothers Sister Winchester because she's like "she's my mom, if you don't want her Mary knows about her, that's fine, but don't talk about her as if she were nobody."

And which brings me to my last question.

If somehow Sister Winchester's mother were alive, do you think Sister Winchester would spend more time with her mother than with the boys when Mary returns?

What would the relationship between Mary and Sister Winchester's mother be like?

How would Dean and Sam take it if the Winchester sister wanted to go live with her mother after Mary returns (and before she leaves) so as not to make things awkward?

I think the boys would be a little heartbroken when their sister tells them "I want to stay with mom."

(I’m gonna write this like a reader insert so that I don’t have to keep writing sister Winchester 😅)

Ok, so first I don’t really think John could get super close to another woman, he was too obsessed with Mary, but for the sake of argument let’s say he did.

I don’t think she would still be around—if you could’ve had a safe life, John/Dean wouldn’t let you live with them, they’d want you to stay with your mother. Unless of course your mother didn’t want you, and left you with John.

This is how I think it would go down—you got kidnapped with Sam, so Mary doesn’t meet you right away. Dean, ever the avoidant one, doesn’t tell Mary about his little sister, so her meeting you is quite a shock. When Dean and Mary bust in to save Sam, she sees you tied up right next to him. After an awkward yet excited greeting with Sam, Mary starts to wonder about you.

“I wonder how many other hunters they have stuck in here,” she says. “I mean, this is just a kid! What could they want from her?”

“They don’t have anyone else,” Sam says. “They wanted information on other hunters.”

“Well, then how did they get her?” Mary asks.

“She…she was in the bunker with me,” Sam says. You haven’t said anything—you know who this is, you’ve seen her in pictures, and you’re too shy and shocked to say anything.

“Mom,” Dean cuts in. “She’s our sister.”

The ride back to the bunker is super awkward. Once they get there, Dean tells you to go back to your room for a bit so he can talk to Mary.

Dean explains about your mother, but he makes it sound like she wasn’t anyone important. He’s trying to dampen the blow for Mary, but in doing so he makes your mom seem like a nobody. Little does he know that you didn’t actually go to your room.

“Hey!” You speak up for the first time since Mary showed up. “You don’t have to talk about her like that, Dean. If you don’t want Mary to know about her that’s fine, but don’t talk about her like she was nobody!”

“Hey,” Sam would interrupt, trying to sooth you. “Let’s take a look at you in the bathroom, ok? I know they hurt you, we should clean up some of those injuries.”

You’d let Sam take you away now that you’d said what you wanted to.

“I’m sorry,” you said to Sam while he fixed up your wounds. “I’m not trying to mess anything up with your mom, I’m glad you got her back, I just…Dean was talking about my mom like she didn’t matter.”

“It’s ok,” Sam said. “I know you didn’t want to ruin anything. And I know it must’ve hurt hearing Dean talk like that. Dean…he’s always been in a bit of denial about your mom. You know, dad was always so obsessed with getting revenge for mom, that Dean thinks that that means he couldn’t care about anyone else. But he did, he did care about your mom kiddo.”

Mary would stay away from you for the most part. She doesn’t like you, and deep down everyone knows it. I mean, she came from the past, so as far as she remembers, she was married to John like yesterday. So the idea that she died and he moved on and got with someone else, and right in front of her is John’s child with some other woman?—that has to hurt. (I’m playing devil’s advocate here but in reality I really don’t like Mary).

I think Mary would probably belittle your ideas, like—

“Well she’s a child. She doesn’t understand how this works.”

And Sam would very gently remind her, “Mom, she’s been hunting for a while.”

“Not nearly as long as I have.”

Because of this, you’d speak up less and less before hunts. In fact, you talk less in the bunker in general, because whenever you do Mary gives you this side eye, like she’d forgotten you were still there.

It doesn’t become too much of a problem at first, because pretty soon Mary leaves to “get some space” (one of the main reasons I hate her) and “adjust” or whatever. As soon as she’s gone, the boys notice the difference in you. Your more confident in the bunker, and you talk a lot more. You always shut up, though, whenever Mary comes to visit.

You never talk about this with the brothers, because you’d never try to hurt their relationship with Mary.

So back to your mom—let’s say she’s alive, but she left you with John. You never wanted to find her before, because she left you with John because she didn’t want to put herself or her family (she has a lot of siblings and friends that she’s super close to) in danger. John told you all about it so that you would know that it wasn’t about you—your mom wanted you, but it was too complicated with the possibility that demons knew about you. You wanted to leave her be, but with Mary around you got desperate. You finally tell the boys—

“I want to go find my mom.”

They’re heartbroken that you want to leave, but they won’t make you stay. They know why you’re leaving, after all, and they can’t do anything about it—Mary’s their mom, and you’re their little sister, and they can’t pick between you.

So you go after your mom and find her—she’s happy to see you and know you’re ok, and she lets you stay with her, but after a while you start to feel unwelcome there, too. You know you’re probably putting her in danger, but you just don’t know what to do.

Just when you’re at the end of your rope, the brothers come and find you. They ask you to come back.

“Mary isn’t around much anymore,” Dean says, and you notice he sounds bitter. “She…she was working with the British Men of Letters.”

This comes as a shock to you, but you can’t deny that it feels great to come back to the bunker with just your big brothers. Of course they kind of-ish reconcile with Mary after a while, but since she betrayed them like that they stand up for you now—after all, you’ve never betrayed them like that. So the first time Mary tries to shut you down, Dean snaps at her—

“She has more right to be at this table than you, so let her speak.”

And Mary doesn’t do it again.

When John comes back, you don’t know what to do. This day is about the Winchesters, and as much as you wanted to see your dad again, you didn’t want to wreck anything. Your hiding out in your room for a while when John notices.

“Where’d your little sister go?”

“I think she’s in her room,” Sam says, and tells John where it is.

John’s the one who goes to find you. You’re expecting Sam or Dean when you hear a knock, so when John comes in you’re surprised.

“Hey baby.” John smiles at you. “What are you doing in here?”

“I-I didn’t want to mess up your family day,” you say.

“You’re my family, too,” John says, coming over and sitting on your bed. “I…I know things are probably a little strange with Mary back, but…but I want to see you, too. You’re my baby girl, always. Ok?”

You hug John, and he laughs.

“Ok.”

[ilovewriting06]

Permanent Fix

The sound of the bell makes me frown as my handsome, beautiful, and wonderful boyfriend pulls away from our impromptu make out session. I whine when he fully slips away, "No, come on Stiles. I can only take so much of this torture."

He raises an eyebrow with a smirk, "What torture? I haven't done anything to you."

I throw my head back against the wall maintaining eye contact with Stiles, "That's the point, Babe. You look so good today, like absolutely drop dead gorgeous, good. I don't know why, I mean I do, because you're hot, but I also don't, I don't understand what it is about you today that makes me want to climb you like a tree."

Stiles' face turns a dark shade of red as he chews on his bottom lip, "Babe, I swear, if you keep talking I'm going to do something that we'll both regret. I don't think your mom will take it well if we get busted for having sex in an empty classroom. Plus your mom scares me."

I lean forwards and rub my cheek on his practically purring, "You sure it's not my brother you're scared of, hmm? Are you scared of Mister True Alpha?" He lets out a shaky breath and grabs my shoulders holding me away from him, "Alright, okay, we really have to stop. You're brother has a super sniffer 3000, and can smell us"

I pout and whine again, "I have one too! And I can smell your arousal, and that absolutely delicious vanilla and cinnamon scent you have. It makes me want to do things, unholy things. Stiles, I have this really deep rooted urge to fuck you, and I don't know why, but it hurts. It's all I can think about."

His eyebrows furrow and he tilts his head to the side like he's studying every detail that I have before he steps back completely, "So, how long have you been a werewolf?"

I shrug with a confused frown, "I don't know, almost a year I think. Why?"

He narrows his eyes and hums before asking, "Is this the first time you've felt like that since then?"

I shrug again, "Uh, I have for the last few days, but it wasn't this bad, this time it's taking everything in me to not just shove you on the floor and ride you."

Stiles lets out a strangled noise before shaking his head slightly before asking another question, "Right, okay, and this time, do you like have an overwhelming urge to get pregnant. Like, I dunno...do you want a baby?"

My mouth drops and I let out a squeak, "A...what?! What the hell, Stiles?! Why is that important?"

"Just answer the question, yes or no."

My mouth opens and closes a few times and I shift on my feet for a few seconds before mumbling out the answer, "I...yeah, I-I guess, but I've always wanted kids, especially with you, but I guess you could say it's a little amplified today."

Stiles' eyes widen and he steps back nodding a few times, "Right, okay, yeah, so, we're leaving school, like right now." I furrow my eyebrows before allowing him to drag me through the halls and out to his precious jeep. He helps me in before running to the driver's side and climbing in.

I look at him and blink a couple times as he starts the jeep, "Not, that I'm complaining about the idea of going home and having sex, but I have a feeling that isn't going to be happening? And you left our bags in there."

He pulls out of the parking lot and glances at me, "Put on your seatbelt, and yeah I know, I'll just have Scott get them for us."

I quickly put on my seatbelt as I speak, "Won't he be suspicious as to why we skipped the last three periods of the day? And what are we telling our parents? Cause they'll be pissed we skipped."

Stiles lays his head back on the seat and nods, "Yeah, well I think they'll let us off this time and Scott's probably gonna throw a fit and almost puke when he figures out why we skipped."

I sit up and look at Stiles with a smile, "Are we going to have sex?! Did you actually let us skip school so we can fuck?"

Stiles snorts and shakes his head, "No." He hesitates to say something else and it has him kind of worried. "What? Stiles what's wrong? Am I dying? Are you mad because I admitted that I want to have your baby...well babies."

He shakes his head and lets out a deep breath, "No, I...god this is not how I expected my Tuesday to go. Y/N/N, I think you're in heat, or at least going into heat."

"What. the. fuck. Stiles Stilinski, I am not a dog, werewolves don't have heat cycles."

He doesn't answer as he parks the jeep but when I look up I notice we're at Deaton's. I level Stiles with a glare as he pulls me into the back of the clinic as I continue my previous argument, "Stiles, werewolves don't have heat cycles! I'm not in heat, nor am I going into heat either."

"Actually, werewolves can have heat cycles, but it isn't a common occurrence."

I screech and turn to my right to see Deaton holding a cat like some creepy ass villain from some 80's movie. Stiles who was surprisingly not scared by Deaton's presence, stops to stand in front of Deaton and pulls me to his side before gesturing up and down my body, "She's in heat. I don't know how, or why, but she is and I'm worried if we don't figure something out it'll get worse and she'll be in more pain than she already is."

I elbow him in the ribs and hiss, "What the fuck Stiles, you literally brought me to the vet?"

He ignores my comment and looks at Deaton as Deaton tilts his head in consideration before humming, "And what makes you think that Mr. Stilinski."

Without missing a beat Stiles answers, confidence in his words, "She wants a baby."

I step away from Stiles before growling, "Seriously! That's what this is about, and you had to share it with Dr. Doolittle? If you don't want kids that's fine but you don't have to do it in front of somebody, in fact I would appreciate if you would tell me that in private."

Stiles' eyes widen and he steps forwarding flailing his arms, "No! I mean yes, fuck, I want kids. I do, but something's off about you today. I've practically had to fight you off me all day and you're extra growly at literally anyone that even breathes in my direction." I go to object bit he continues, "You stabbed Scott in the hand for patting my shoulder, and then practically threatened to kill Erica because she sat by me for a whole two seconds to ask a question. And I thought you were just in a mood and horny, but, but then you said that I smelled like vanilla and cinnamon."

The more information he gives me the more confused I get, "What? You're mad because I think you smell like vanilla and cinnamon? I don't see what the big deal is, you smell like my two favorites things."

"That is the big deal, Y/N!"

Before either of us can utter another word Deaton steps in, "I think Mr. Stilinski has a valid argument." I stare in disbelief before he continues, "Perhaps it would be better if we sit down, this could be a long conversation."

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"There are myths and legends that claim that when a werewolf meets their mate and they're mature enough their mate will carry a specific smell, usually consisting of two or more smells that the werewolf loves. In this case Stiles smells like cinnamon and vanilla to you while to Scott and everyone else he doesn't. To them he smells like sandalwood and citrus. They're only considered myths because there has been very little documented proof, only being a handful of cases. The chances of meeting your mate are extremely rare, close to a 1 in 1,000 chance."

I grab Stiles' hand and he rubs the back of my hand with his thumb as I ask, "What does that have to do with me possibly being in heat?"

Deaton smiles and continues, "Heats are as rare as mates simply because a werewolf doesn't go into heat unless they're with their mate. After meeting their mate a werewolf won't go into heat until their wolf determines that they're ready and that their mate is ready. Once the wolf decides that it's ready, the werewolf goes into heat. Usually the first few days of a heat cycle aren't bad but the longer the wolf goes without being mated the worse it gets and a lot of heat cycles can last for a month a time."

The room is filled with silence for a few seconds before I sigh, "Okay, I have so many questions."

Deaton nods his head for me to continue so I ask my first question, "So, I'm supposed to live in increasing agony for the foreseeable future, unless Stiles gets me pregnant?"

Beside me Stiles chokes on his spit as Deaton chuckles, "No, that is one way, but it's only a temporary fix. Once your child reaches about a year old your wolf will demand another and you'll endure more heat cycles until you're pregnant again. However, there is another way that's a permanent fix."

I run a hand through my hair, "What's the permanent fix?"

Deaton grabs a book off of his shelf before handing it to me, "You mate, but don't go into it lightly, it's a lifelong commitment. It's not like marriage, you can't change your mind and get a divorce, it lasts forever, or at least until one of you dies."

I flip through the pages of the book before looking back at Deaton, "How does it work? The whole mating part?"

Deaton points at the book before sitting down, "Everything you need to know is in there, the pages you need are marked. I assumed you would need it soon." The doorbell out front rings and Deaton stands again, "Read through it while I see to my patient and if you have any questions I'll answer them the best that I can."

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As Stiles and I read through the marked pages my eyes widen as I get to the actual mating process. "I have to bite you?" Stiles looks at me and nods when I get to the next line, "You have to bite me?! How the hell does that work? You don't have pointy teeth, you have dull teeth."

"He does have pointy teeth, if the occasion calls for them." I jump and turn to the door to see Deaton walking further into the room.

"What do you mean?"

Deaton takes his seat in front of us before explaining, "Think about it, why did your wolf choose now to be the time to be mated? What's changed in the last few months?"

I narrow my eyes as I think about it but Stiles is the one that speaks first, "I did." I look at Stiles before looking at Deaton to see him nod in agreement, "You did, you embraced your spark. I do believe it was two months ago that you got a good handle on it, allowing you to perform a few docile spells and simple magic."

I lay my head on Stiles' shoulder and rub my cheek on his shirt and listen as Stiles pieces everything together, "My spark recognizes her as our mate, doesn't it?" I notice Deaton nod out of my peripheral before Stiles continues, "So, my spark will provide the bite for the whole mating process. It'll give me wolfy teeth until the bite fest is over."

I whine low in my throat as I look up at Stiles from where my head lays on his shoulder. From this angle the light shines just right on the side of his face that it looks like he's glowing, and his jaw line looks absolutely delicious. I can feel my wolf pacing inside demanding that we take our mate. For some reason now that I know what my wolf has apparently known the whole time, that Stiles is our mate, it makes the urge to fuck him ten times worse because all I can think about is all the different positions that we can try.

Stiles looks at me before looking at Deaton, "So, pretty sure she's slowly getting further into heat." I rub my face in his neck and wiggle closer as I fight the shift that begging to get out.

Stiles and Deaton talk some more but I'm not registering a thing they say. I gain some of my senses back when Stiles shifts and runs his thumb over my cheekbone as he looks in my eyes, "Hey Baby, come on we gotta go. I'll make you feel better I promise."

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Once Stiles finally managed to snap me out of the sex filled haze I was in we went back to my house and made a few phone calls after packing for a week long trip. Now his dad, my mom, Scott, and the rest of the pack will be here in a few minutes so we can explain to them that we'll be MIA for a week.

Apparently when I was zoned out at Deaton's, Deaton explained that for the mating process to fully take affect it'll take 3-4 days of pretty much nonstop sex and apparently a ton of biting on my part. Something about the incessant urge to claim him or something, put the only one that his spark will allow to scar over is the mating bite, which despite popular belief can be anywhere on the body and not just the neck.

I jump slightly as the sound of my mom's car pulls into the driveway, followed by Noah's cruiser. I scoot closer to Stiles as my leg jumps up and down. The soothing hand on the back of my neck helps me calm down a little bit but I still feel jittery. Stiles and I had talked about what we wanted to do and we decided that we've loved each other since we knew what love was and we were always planning on getting married. Turns out the Sheriff had given Stiles his mother's engagement ring a few months ago and told Stiles to give to me when 'the timing was right,' Stiles had apparently already gotten it resized.

We had already been all in with each other for four years, only two of which Scott knew about, his stupid werewolf nose busted us, but we decided that doing the whole mating bite ritual or whatever you want to call it didn't really change anything. It just gave every supernatural creature the knowledge that we were mated and it gave my wolf reassurance that he was ours and we didn't have to have his child to keep him around. Seriously, what is my life?

By the time our parents walk in I'm practically sitting on Stiles from how close I was. They took one look at us and our nervous demeanor before Mom spoke, "Oh God, you're pregnant aren't you?" She turns to Noah and continues, "I knew this was going to happen."

I look between Noah and Mom before looking at Stiles and then back at Mom, "Actually, I'm not. Although it's not for lack of trying on my wolf's part. She's practically begging for a baby." At this moment I had never been happier for our parents to know about the supernatural because it made this conversation so much easier.

Within seconds Noah and Mom are sitting across from us when Noah looks at Stiles, "Is this a meeting to tell us you're planning on having a baby?"

Stiles' mouth opens and looks at me. I scowl, "Of course, the one time your speechless is the time I need you to run your mouth." I turn to Noah and shake my head, "No, not exactly, but we're going away for about a week."

Their eyes widen but before they can speak the slamming of car doors alert us that the rest of the pack is here. The front door opens as Scott practically sprints in, "Oh thank God, I though someone died."

The rest of the pack spill into the living room and pick various places to sit, stand, or lean against a wall around the room. When everyone's settles I take a deep breath and look at Stiles before turning to see everyone anxiously waiting, "Have any of you heard of werewolf mates?" As I was anticipating everyone looks confused before shaking their heads. "Okay, what about a werewolf heat cycle?"

This time Erica speaks, "Oh, my God! Is that why you smell like you're so desperate you'd fuck anything with a dick?"

I blush and sink further into Stiles as Scott, Lydia, Isaac, and Mom yell, "ERICA!"

This time Stiles is the one to speak since I'm sitting on his lap rethinking all of my life choices, "Okay, first of all, that's rude and second of all, yeah pretty much."

I frown and feel a mixture of anger and hurt as I look at Stiles before sliding off his lap and onto the couch before putting multiple feet between us, "So, you think I stink too? If that's the case what are we doing this for? You can't reverse it, it's permanent. Maybe you need to rethink your decision." Part of me knows I'm overreacting especially since Stiles can't even smell my arousal, but my wolf has like 80% of my control right now and she's butt hurt at the comment.

Stiles sits up straighter than a ruler before reaching out for me, "Baby, no, I don't need to rethink it, I want to do it. Trust me, I am more than ready for that level of commitment."

Mom cuts in this time with a suspicious lilt to her voice, "Okay, it's really sounding like you guys are planning on having a baby, or getting married."

At her statement we look at her and Stiles finally spits out what we've been trying and failing to say, "Okay, no to the baby part and kind of to the married part. Y/N/N and I have to go away for a few days because she's in heat and don't you fucking dare make any jokes about it because she has very little control right now and if she mauls you, that's your fault. Anyways, werewolves only go into heat once they've met their mate, in this case, yours truly," he enunciates that part by pointing at himself before continuing, "and the longer they go unmated the stronger and more painful the heat cycle gets. There are only two ways to resolve the issue, one is we have a baby, but that isn't a permanent solution because once the baby is a year old the cycles will start again until she has another baby. The second option is if we mate. Uh, I'm not going to go into details because those are some things I never, ever, not in a million years want to openly discuss with our parents and her brother, or anyone else for that matter. Let's just say, it's a very intimate tradition."

I grab the book of the coffee table and hand it to Mom, "The pages about it are marked if you want to fully understand but if you'd rather not get all the nitty gritty details all you have to know is on the first page that's marked."

Her and Noah flip to the first page and read it with Scott peeking from behind the couch. After a few seconds Noah look's scarred, Scott looks like he's about to pass out, and Mom just looks intrigued and a little nervous, "This says you have to give the mating bite to each other, but Stiles isn't a wolf."

I nod before crawling back into Stiles' lap, "He's not, but he is a spark. His spark recognizes me as their mate so in the moment his spark will provide the werewolf teeth that are needed for the mating process. From the looks on Noah and Scott's face I assume you got to the part as to why we have to be gone for a week?"

She slowly nodded before handing the book back to me only to be intercepted by Erica snagging it from her grip. Erica scans through the marked pages before whistling, "Yeah, definitely see why you gotta leave for a week. You'll be having loads of fun, multiple times."

I roll my eyes before walking over to her and taking the book out of her hands with a sigh, "Erica, can you not make jokes about it? It's something serious. Yeah, we get to have sex a lot, but it's a forever thing. It's not like marriage, we can't change our minds later and divorce, which even if it was it wouldn't happen, I've been in love with him since I was like seven so that wouldn't happen, but still. We'll be even more connected than we are now and it'll kill us to be away from each other for more than a day. I'll be able to feel his emotions, and he'll feel mine. It's going to take us a few days to balance everything and get used to the changes so it isn't all hot sex and love making there's other things we have to learn to balance out before I'll be in control of my wolf again. To be honest she's practically salivating at the mouth to beat the shit out of you because she thinks you're making fun of her or something."

Erica deflates a little and a small whine is barely audible as she apologizes, "I'm sorry Y/N/N, I can smell how stressed and nervous you two are, I was just trying reduce some of your stress." I smile and squeeze her bicep in a comforting manner before turning to everyone, "Okay, anyone that isn't blood related to us needs to scram. We need to go over the finer details with Mom and Noah, and Scott has to stay so if he passes out Mom can deal with it."

Everyone chuckles except for Scott who pouts, "I'm not gonna pass out, it's just gross. It's like helping my sister and brother plan on how to bone each other for the next week."

I roll my eyes as I usher everyone out, "Jesus Scotty, you aren't helping us plan anything it's just nice to have the support of my brother."

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After everyone left and the only one's left were Mom, Scott, and Noah I make my way back over to Stiles before curling up into his lap finding that it helps calm the stupid wolf who is currently rolling around like an idiot with her tongue out.

After sitting in silence for a few minutes Noah clears his throat, "So, are you guys leaving tonight? If it gets as painful as the book says it was I feel like the sooner you left the better."

Well, that wasn't expected. Stiles looks at his dad with wide eyes before finding the words he's trying to say, "Y-you aren't going to try and stop us? We can't technically go anywhere without permission from you and Mel, but I was expecting you to try and talk us out of it."

This time Mom leans forward and shakes her head with a soft smile, "I read the first page and the way they described the pain of prolonged heat cycles I'm okay with it as long as Noah is. I mean, I know you two are sexually active." She's cut off by a dramatic gag from Scott who she rolls her eyes at before continuing, "I know you plan on getting married, I've seen the ring, and he asked me for your hand in marriage when he was ten and I gave it to him then so I'm not going to change my mind now. I'd sign the papers for you to get married tomorrow if that's what you wanted because Stiles is less than a month away from being 18 and you and Scott are only a few months younger than him so you're pretty close to 18 too. Add on the supernatural angle of it and there is no chance that either of you will split up. I knew that without even knowing about the whole werewolf mate crap. So if you want to do this I'll support you the whole way."

I sniffle and squeeze Stiles' hand as Noah sighs, "As much as I don't want my only child to grow up so fast, I agree with Melissa. Knowing you two you probably have somewhere to go and you two are pretty much married as it is, although I sense that Y/N will practically be living here wants you two get back, so there will be some boundaries which is really just one, please, for the love of God, no PDA in front of me."

I perk up at the permission to pretty much live with them before turning to straddle Stiles but before I can say anything to him I realize this position probably wasn't the best idea when I rub against his abs just right. I realize that any and all control I had was about five seconds away from saying hasta la vista and booking a one way ticket to the Bahamas and that if I plan to not break the no PDA rule we have to leave.

I stand and straighten my shirt acting as if nothing happened before grabbing Stiles' hand and pulling him up, "Okay, Mom, Noah, nice talk but I think it's time we go. We'll be staying at a private rental house type thing a few towns over, probably forty-five minutes away so if you need us, uh, I guess call me, but ONLY if it's an emergency."

Before they have time to answer I give them a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before patting Scott on the shoulder and booking it out the door as I yell, "I'll be in the jeep. Stiles make it quick, I beg of you."

Not even ten seconds after I get in the jeep Stiles is running down the stairs and flinging his door open and climbing in. No words are spoken as he starts the jeep and takes off down the road.

I take a deep breath and nod, "Okay, I see why you said we had to leave school early. I want to apologize in advance because I can't promise that there won't be ripped clothes once we get inside and I want you to know that I really, really love you and I want to do this. I want to spend forever with you and I really want to see that ring now."

He chuckles before grabbing my thigh gently, and somehow it grounds me instead of working me up even more, "I actually have the ring with me because I was thinking that maybe we could go ahead and start planning a wedding. Assuming you want to."

I smile and grab his hand, "Is this you asking me to marry you? In a very untraditional way?"

"Maybe, do you want me to ask you to marry me?"

I nod once and answer without hesitation, "Yes."

He chuckles and squeezes my leg, "Okay then, Y/N light of my life, the woman I want to spend eternity with, will you marry me?"

I squeeze his hand even tighter accidently as excitement courses through my veins, "Yes. Absolutely, si, ja, oui, and any other way you can say yes. I've dreamed of marrying you since you kissed me under the slide in second grade. God you were a good kisser back then for only being 8, but damn you've upped your game, in the last two years since all this bullshit started."

I smirk at the blush that climbs up his neck and spreads across his cheeks, "So, how long till we get there because I'm not going to lie the thought of having sex with my fiancé is making this feeling worse and I am desperate."

He groans and shudders, "About ten minutes but I can make it in five."

[lovexjoe]

On The Run Mini Series

Part 3: Ending

On The Run 

part 3: ending

Armando couldn’t believe the feelings he had. He made sure he was out of view as he adjusted himself in his jeans. Seeing Kayla had him bricked up, but he convinced himself it’s cause he hasn’t had sex in months. It was just a natural reaction nothing else. Kayla shoved all the emotions she was feeling away as she got dressed. He just saw all of her and she was completely embarrassed. 

She walks back over to the truck to see he started a fire and was cooking the hot dogs that was given to them. Alright so maybe she promised one of the dudes that she’ll marry him. Was it her fault he took the bait? Nope! She was in need and she did what she could for the both of them. He looks at her and waves a hotdog on a stick 

“Hungry?” 

Kayla accepts the hotdog and started munching away. Her stomach hurting from the starvation but the pain eventually subsided with relief. Armando ate some, but gave her the rest. She’s probably never experienced starvation for this long period of time and his body was so use to it. He could go days without solid food. 

“You gonna tell me what you really told those guys? You got us clothes, food and way more” he looks at her with the “don’t bullshit me” look. 

“I promise that I would return and marry him” You said innocently. Armando gives you a crazy look then busted out laughing. He couldn’t even help it even if he wanted to. You took in how young he looked when he laughs as if he was a teenager again. He holds his stomach from laughing. 

“You’re so mean stop” Kayla joined in on the laughter. 

“Im mean? This man will spend the rest of his life waiting for you to come back” Armando holds his stomach as his laughter dies down. The tension disappeared in the air. As the sunsets and the night falls they enjoyed sitting by the fire each of them consumed by their own thoughts. Armando wanted to know why he was feeling these things and why just why did she end his mother’s life. It was the main reason that he hated her. 

“Can I ask you something?” Armando looks at her. Kayla was sat across the fire and she looks up at him: surprised. 

“Yeah sure of course…” she fidgets with her fingers, nervous. 

“Why did you kill my mom?” 

Kayla looks up at him, shocked. She didn’t even want to get into that right now. She got up and dusted off the dirt on her pants. 

“I’m gonna head to bed” Kayla says as she heads toward the car. Armando gets up and grabs her arm firmly. He needed answers and he was gonna get them. 

“Answer me. Why did you kill her?” He said, his eyes burning into hers. Kayla tries to pull her arm away. 

“Let me go! Let me -“

“ANSWER ME!”

“I did it for YOU!!” 

The air was silent and the only thing that filled it was their heavy breathing and Kayla’s sniffling as her eyes welled up with tears. 

“Y-you think I wanted to kill her?! You were already passed out in Mike’s arms. She was gonna shoot you again and I couldn’t let it happen.” 

“Why?! I’m not a fucking saint why didn’t you let me die?!” He towers over her

“Because you didn’t ask for that life Armando. You were forced into it. If anyone deserved a second chance it’s you” 

Without hesitation, Armando pulls Kayla into a heated kiss. The hatred leaving his body. She granted him life, a second chance to get things right. A second chance to know his father. He was grateful. His mind was fighting his body, now it wasn’t necessary anymore. Kayla melts into the kiss, leaning into these stupid feelings that she had. Neither of them would have thought they could fall for each other On The Run

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[momotonescreaming]

A semi-sequel to this ficlet of mine

"Can you take us to the arcade?" Dustin asks in a rush, the split second Steve picks up the phone. Steve lets out a sigh, and scrubs a hand down his face. He's standing in the hall outside his bedroom, wearing nothing but sweatpants, trying not to fall asleep into the phone.

"Hello Steve, how are you Steve, sorry for waking you up the morning after you did the late shift Steve." He replies, letting the sarcasm and tiredness sink into his voice. He really doesn't have the time or energy to deal with Dustin's energy right now. Or his attitude, for that matter.

He had swapped shifts with another of Family Video's employees - Brittany, who does the late nights - in order to earn a little extra cash. And Family Video, Dustin knows this - closes at midnight on late nights. And because there's always things that need being done after the doors lock, Steve didn't get to sleep until 1am, and he was feeling it.

Dustin groans right into the speaker, the sound coming out tinny and sort of warped, right into Steve's ear. He can practically hear the roll of Dustin's eyes as he replies.

"Fine, hello Steve," he says, sounding sarcastic and exactly like he's being forced to say it.

"Thank you," Steve says with a heaving breath, suppressing a yawn. It really is too early for this. He doubts the arcade is even open yet, and Dustin's already begging for a ride.

"Now can you give us a ride?" Dustin instantly fires off, jumping straight back to the point of his call.

"Not even a please?" He replies, yawning, not able to hold it back this time. "You wound me."

"Ugh," Dustin groans. "You sound like Eddie."

"Yeah, it's almost like we're friends or something." Steve retorts, adjusting his position so he's leaning on the wall, staring through his open door towards his warm bed. It's taunting him. He could be sleeping right now. "Is your bike busted or something?"

"No, what?" Dustin replies, sounding a little confused. "Why?"

"Bike to the arcade then," he says, letting his eyes droop. "Bye Dustin."

But before he can hang up the phone, before he can head back to bed, Dustin shouts so loud Steve can still hear it when the phone isn't pressed to his ear.

"Yeah?" Steve replies, pressing the phone back up to his face, a little worried now.

"It's just-" Dustin starts, then stops, sighing. "It's getting colder, and it's supposed to rain tomorrow, and my bike is too small, and yeah, Mom said she'd drive us but she'd be way too embarrassing about it so can you give us a ride, Steve?"

All of the words tumble out of Dustin in a rush, and he's almost breathless by the end. Steve can hear his panting through the receiver. Dustin catches his breath, and it gives Steve time to think. He needs more time to processes things now, after the concussions. Likes to hold thoughts in his head first. Running them over. So Steve waits, processing Dustin's ramble, and then it hits him.

"Wait," he says, throwing a hand up in front of him, brows furrowing. "You already have a ride?"

"I mean, yeah," Dustin scoffs, sounding ever the petulant child. "But it's my mom, dude. I'm in high school now, I can't be seen getting a ride from her, that's lame."

"So let me get this straight," Steve starts up, frowning. "You wake me up to ask for a ride the day after you know I'm doing the late shift. You don't say please. And then it turns out you already have a ride? What the hell dude?"

"I mean," Dustin starts to falter. "When you put it like that..."

"We talked about this dude," Steve says, closing his eyes. Leaning against the wall, phone pressed to his ear. Voice softer now. "If you want to hang out with me you can ask. At a normal hour."

And then he hangs up.

[tidbit-fanfic]

A/N: WOW did this take forever. Did you think I’d honestly leave Forever & Always as it was? Here’s your fix-it-fic, part two to Forever & Always, but of course you don’t have to read this if you don’t want to fix things. That’s fine.

TW: 18+ Smut, protected sex (wrap your willy silly), car sex, blood, cannon level violence, angsty angst, the l-word, Micheal, mention of castration, spanking, makeup/angry sex?, fluffy fluff

No one ever said breakups were easy. Months passed before I could even look Dean in the eye again, and more passed until we returned to how we were before the relationship had ever happened. We formed a close bond and worked together on case after case. I accompanied Castiel and Kelly when the Winchesters were arrested, and I became a major support during Kelly’s pregnancy, within the limits set by Cas. When they busted out to raise more hell? I was there to help clean up after them. 

Things became rocky when Dean began lashing out towards Jack. I slammed my fist into his jaw one time. I don’t regret it, and I don’t think I ever will. He left in a huff after, ignoring me, as Sam and I tried to make sense of everything. A whirlwind of catastrophic events later, Dean stepped forward, doing the one thing he promised he never would: let Micheal in. 

“Anyone find anything?” 

“Sam, we’ve been searching for weeks, and every time you ask that question, what’s the answer?”

The younger Winchester pushes his hand through his hair, a deep sigh leaving his lungs. “Just hoping for something.”

“I know. You miss him, but we’re working overtime to scrounge up anything on him. Have you even slept in the past twenty-four hours?” I stand from the rickety chair I’d been sitting in for the past hour, looking into Sam’s eyes. His face quickly switched to one of guilt, a shy, school-boyish look taking over his features. My hands found their place on my hips, taking on a motherly stance. “Go. Sleep. Now.”

“But—”

“Now, Samuel.” He runs off to his room to get some sleep, hopefully. I turn back to my small team of five people. They all shake their heads, a couple returning their eyes to the screen sitting before them. With no sign of Dean, Sam and Mary have become overly stressed, constantly checking in on any form of a lead. Meanwhile, Jack and Cas are out doing their own little thing, leaving me to manage this small team, checking sources daily. Micheal must be covering his tracks extremely well because our facial scanners have reported back nothing about Dean, or any unnatural glitching. 

I walk my way into the kitchen, searching for a distraction. These past few weeks, I organized and reorganized the kitchen at least three times. It’s become my solitude after losing Dean yet again. I pulled out some ingredients and began cooking dinner for everyone in the bunker, hoping that by keeping my hands busy, I could distract my mind. 

“So, you’re going to follow this lead alone?” I cross my arms, narrowed eyes sizing up the Winchester standing in front of me, resulting in Sam shaking his head.

“I’m meeting up with mom and Bobby on the way.”

“Fine,” I say, pushing off of the table, watching as he goes to turn. “And Sam?”

“Yes?”

“Bring him back.”

Sam looks at me, a hint of remorse playing in his eyes. He goes to open his mouth before I wave him off, making my way to Jack’s room. I raise my hand and knock, waiting for Jack’s response. The door creaks as I open it, revealing the young male who has been living with us for some time. 

“Hey, buddy. How’s it going?”

“I mean, better now. Cas is finally beginning to see that I can help on hunts.”

I nod, sitting at the foot of his bed. “Did Sam tell you…”

“He did.” 

“Oh,” I state, racking my brain for ways to keep the conversation flowing when the blonde pipes up.

“You still care for him. Don’t you?”

My eyes snap up to Jack’s. “Jack. It’s difficult.”

“It’s not though. You should tell him when he’s back.”

“I can’t do that, he’s…it's…complicated.”

The male tilts his head, eyes searching my face for an explanation. I sigh, “I, well, he was the one who messed up, and I just took it. I accepted he didn’t like me enough to work through it. Then I fell apart, Jack, and I can’t live through that again.” 

“Is that truly how you feel?”

“There is no other way. We can’t, he can’t change what he did. I can’t forgive him for making me a second choice.”

Jack reached forward, resting a hand on mine, the other to wipe away the tears that fell. “But you still love him.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “But I can’t have him.”

“Y/N, I know I may not have been on this earth for long, but I’ve seen enough to say this: if you love him, give Dean a second chance. You never know how things might go this time around.”

I stand, wiping my face. “No Jack, I can’t” 

I leave his room, returning to the main part of the bunker, not before grabbing a glass of alcohol to numb the pain. I join the research team in the library, sitting in one of the few comfy chairs while Jack’s words echo through my head. “Give him a second chance. You never know how things might go this time around.”

 Heavy footsteps resonate through the bunker, Cas re-entering from Jack’s room, a look of shock crossing his features. “Dean?”

I watch as Cas wraps Dean into a hug, setting my glass on a nearby table as Dean’s voice rings out. “Hey, Cas.”

One of the few extra hunters walks up to Sam, running him through the information we collected since his departure. Meanwhile, Dean looks around at all the new bodies occupying the bunker. I turn my head away, beginning to make my way towards my room to avoid interaction with him, but it seems as if fate has other plans, with one of my subordinates stepping into my field of vision. “Cap? We have a couple of updates on that nest you asked about?”

“Show me what you have.” I look down at the tablet, littered with pins displaying the nest’s pattern of migration. I listen as they explain the situation, ignoring the presence creeping in from behind me. 

“Okay, send out a small group, maybe five? Check in with Sam to get it approved and run a couple of facial scans to ensure that they are where you’re predicting. Good work.”

“On it Captain.” 

“Captain? That’s an interesting nickname.” Jumping at the rough voice, I turn to meet a pair of forest green eyes I used to call home. I look him up and down, taking in the state of him, and maybe, just maybe, appreciating the archangel’s fashion taste, paired with Dean’s attempt at making it comfortable. As I meet his eyes, I can't help but force a smile, refusing to reveal my emotions.

“Dean! It’s so great to see you in one piece. Sam had us searching everywhere for you.”

“Sam did? It wasn’t you?” 

“He was driving himself sick.”

He nods, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “Look, Y/N, I know we—”

“Captain?” Another voice cuts through his sentence, and I turn to see Charlie holding out a tablet, nodding to Dean before redirecting her attention to me. 

“The reports you wanted just came back. Our predictions were right. Ketch’s team is nearby, just a couple of miles down the way. We’re sending them the info on the nest right now.” 

“Thank you, Charlie. And it’s really great to see you back, Dean. Especially in one piece.” I turn, heading back to my room, this time without interruptions. I close the door behind me, sliding down against it before rubbing my temples. Breakups aren’t easy, and living in the same space as your ex just makes it worse. 

The next morning, I’m up before everyone else, starting coffee and breakfast for the bunker. A sweaty Sam enters the kitchen, grabs a glass of water, and then presumably leaves to take a shower before the hustle of the bunker begins. I relax into the routine I’ve put myself into since Dean left, mundane tasks I easily get lost in. Breakfast is finished before I return to my room, a notification lighting up my phone’s screen from Sam. I flip my phone over, opting for a couple more hours of sleep before dealing with him. 

The sound of knocking wakes me up, as my door moves slightly with the action. I open it, coming face-to-face with Sam. Taking a step back, I rush to smooth down my hair while Sam lets out a low whistle. “And I thought my bedhead was bad.”

I throw a middle finger at him, glaring as he chuckles. “What do you want?”

“Just got a case in.” He walks in, taking a seat at my desk, opening his laptop to reveal a newspaper article. Man Reported Missing By Girlfriend: Claims A Giant Woman-Bird Took Him. 

“Are we sure she’s not just crazy?”

“Yes, multiple police reports of missing men in the area have a claim of ‘giant woman-birds’ taking them. Seems like an us problem.”

I look over his shoulder at the reports, showing drawn portraits of the attackers. “Jesus, those look like harpies. Tricky little buggers, but should be a ‌simple case. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

“Good, see you then.”

Ten minutes later, I cross the threshold to the garage, eyes scanning it for the younger Winchester. The passenger side window of the Impala rolls down, revealing Dean, sitting in the driver’s seat. “C’mon, we don’t have all day. If Sam’s right about the feeding patterns, they’re gonna strike again tonight.” 

I look over my shoulder to the door of the garage. “Speaking of Sam, where is he? I thought it was just going to be us on this hunt?”

“Nope. Just me and you, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” I open the door, tossing my bag into the backseat before climbing in, staying as far away from Dean as possible. He grumbles something under his breath, throwing Baby into drive and leaving the bunker. This was going to be a long hunt. 

Blood hit my face as my knife sliced through a harpy’s wing. The creature let out a screech before turning to me, its teeth elongating as it prepared to attack. I raised an arm to push back when a gunshot rang through the air. She fell to the ground, revealing a blood-covered Dean standing behind her. I dropped my arm, huffing and kicking at the dead body of the woman. We had destroyed the nest,and all the harpies within it, leaving only one last step before we could head to a hotel and get cleaned up. I looked at Dean, whose eyes remained locked on me with worry. “You ready to burn these bitches?”

A smirk broke out on his face. “You know it.”

I giggled beneath my breath, grabbing a container of gasoline before returning to the building. I poured it on top of the bodies, as well as the makeshift nests, before returning to Baby. Dean pulled a zippo from his pocket, striking it before throwing it into the door. We both leaned back onto the vehicle, watching as the building went up in flames, the adrenaline slowly beginning to leave our systems. 

I turn, looking at the man beside me. While checking him over for any wounds, noticing his shoulder bleeding. Claw marks from where the harpy attempted to take him. I reach out, pulling the torn fabric from the wound for a closer look. “Crap, Dean, this looks like it hurts.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” He shrugs, tensing as my hands work over his wound. “First aid is in the backseat.”

I nod, going to get it, ready to be done with the hunt. “Alcohol incoming.”

After I ensure he won't get an infection, I thread a fishing line into place, starting the first stitch, causing a hiss to rip from his mouth. Stitch after stitch, I tend to the injury, patching over it with some hydrocolloid bandages before stepping back. 

My eyes flutter open, revealing unfamiliar scenery. Dean looks up from his phone. “All good. Just taking a pit stop. Showers are over there.”

“I thought we were going to a motel?” I rub my eyes, reaching over the seat for my bag. 

“I thought it’d be pretty stupid, considering we’re only five hours from home. I was just gonna clean up and nap a bit before finishing the drive.”

I nod leaving the Impala and making my way to the shower building, clutching my pocket knife in my right hand as a safety precaution. I knew Dean had parked in an area where he could see the entrance, but it never hurt to be a little extra cautious. I entered the station, locking myself into one stall and starting the shower. Peeling my crusty clothes from off, I rinsed them in the water, hoping to remove some of the blood. I climbed into the shower, scrubbing away the gore painted on my body. My mind wandered to our situation. 

I had slept in the Impala with Dean many times, mostly when the motel was out of vacancies, leaving us to find a station similar to this. Sam would stretch out in the backseat while I cuddled up to Dean, safe in his arms. Back when I trusted him with my life. Now, I can’t trust him as far as I could throw him. ‘Give him a second chance.’ If only it were that easy.

I return to the Impala, devoid of monster blood. Dean’s head was lolled back, resting against the seat. I knocked on the window before opening my door, ensuring he wouldn’t shoot me. He opened his eyes, a strained smile covering his features when he saw me. I climbed in and curled up against the door, hoping to catch a little more sleep. Minutes passed before his deep timbre echoed through the car. “I know you’re still up.”

“Not the point Dean. I’m trying to sleep, what you should be doing.”

“I can’t.”

I opened my eyes, turning to him. “Why not?”

“It’s,” he swallowed. “Nothing. Sorry.”

“No, it’s not nothing. What’s wrong?”

He scrubbed his hand down his face, looking out his window. “Micheal fucked with my head.”

“I thought you couldn’t remember anything?”

“I lied somewhat. He was awful Y/N. Showing me the things he would do if I didn’t obey. I—I can’t get the images out of my head.” His voice became tight with emotion.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. He’s gone now.” 

“That’s not the point. Micheal threatened Sam, mom, Cas, Jack, but the worst? He threatened you. God, Y/N, if you saw half of what he was going to do to you, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me.”

“Dean. He’s gone. We’ll find him, kill him and you’ll be fine.”

“Damn it Y/N, you don’t get it do you?”

“I don’t get what?”

“I love you! That’s why he threatened you.” I look into his forest-green eyes, studying the pain and anguish hidden behind them. 

“You don’t get to say that.”

“And why not?” 

I rest my back against the door, as far from him as possible. “You dumped me, remember? For a one-month-old? Not to mention how much of an asshole you were during the whole Amara situation.”

“I’m—”

“No Dean. You hurt me. You showed me just how little you care about me. You wouldn’t have even thought about her twice if you actually loved me. When Micheal convinced you to say yes, and you disappeared, I knew there was no fixing this. One day you're gonna find someone else and leave me just like you did the first time. I can’t go through that again. It would kill me.” I look at him, tears threatening to break through. “I love you. But I can’t do this to myself again”

“I won’t do it again, baby. Forever & al—”

“No!” My sob catches in my throat as I hug myself. “Forever doesn’t exist. Always means occasionally to you Dean.”

“Baby—”

“Stop.” I close my eyes, the pain slowly turning into anger. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Silence envelopes the space between us, leaving an awkward feeling between us.  

A sigh echoes from him, his hand running through his hair. “I know I fucked up. The Mark made me an absolute asshole, and I knew you deserved better. I tried real hard to bottle up those emotions I had for Amara, knowing they were only because of some weird mark-magic shit. After the whole demon ordeal, I knew you deserved better, so I quit trying. I had to hurt you to get you to leave me. I couldn’t run the risk of hurting you again.”

“Dean, that's not your discussion to make.”

“Isn’t it? I’m the one who was going to hurt you. It was me who took the Mark.”

“You don’t think I would’ve done the same to save the world? You’re really fucking dense if you can’t see I would’ve done the exact same thing. The only difference between you and me? I wouldn't have pushed you away for some random creature. Especially a baby!”

“Damnit Y/N. You don’t get it.”

“Then help me understand.” 

His eyes flicker from mine to my lips. “I love you so goddamn much, that hurting you would be hell all over again. And this time, not even Chuck could pull me out.”

My breath caught in my chest. “You don’t mean that.”

“Evey fucking word.”

I look out the window, mulling over his words. “Dean. I—”

“Fuck it.” Dean undoes his seatbelt, grabbing my jaw and forcing his lips to mine. Gasping, I open for his tongue, our saliva mixing into an intoxicating elixir. I throw my arms over his shoulders, pulling on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls back exposing his neck, as I kiss along his jawline. I nip and suck beautiful bruises into his skin, pulling at the neckline of his shirt to reveal more of his skin. His hands go to grip my ass, pulling me over to straddle him. I lean back, making contact with his lust-darkened eyes and swollen lips. My hips grind down, a familiar ache developing in my lower stomach. Dean bites his lip, watching my hips as I rock against the zipper of his jeans, his erection pulling the fabric taut. I bring my lips to his again, small pecks while his hand rests around my throat,wringing a whine from me. “Princess, get your ass to the backseat now.”

I climbed into the back of the Impala, Dean following right on my tail, grinding his clothed cock against my ass as the door shut behind us. I went to turn around, stopped only by the sting of his hand meeting the meat of my ass. “Nuh uh, pretty girl, hands and knees.” 

“Asshole.” A crack rings through the air, his hand meeting my butt once again. 

“What was that again? Couldn't hear it over your bratty attitude.”

I lean my head on my arms, biting my lip to keep from saying anything else. Dean played with the waistband of my leggings, pulling the band just to let it snap against my skin. I push back into him, needing him urgently. Finally, he pulls my leggings and panties down, leaving them tangled up in my knees. Hands trace up my thighs, thumbs spreading my lower lips apart. “Jesus. Why’d I give this up? Such a pretty pussy, just begging for attention” 

“Don’t tease.”

“‘M not baby, just enjoying the view.” He trails his fingers through my folds, fingertips catching on my clit with each drag. Returning to my entrance, he slips his ring finger into me, curling it upward before he adds another. Suddenly, he pulls away, the sounds of his belt being undone sending a rush of anticipation through me. Dean slides his cock along my cunt, coating himself in the wetness fund there. “Wait, wait.”

“What’s wrong?” He leans back, removing his hands from my body. 

“Condom?” 

“Right, right, shit.” Dean climbs over the seat, popping open the glove box to get the needed protection. His jeans and boxers sit on his thighs, cock bobbing as he rolls the condom over it. “Good?”

“Good. Now get in here, cowboy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He breaches my entrance, pushing into my heat, causing a whimper to leave my lips, shaped into his name. The cool metal of his belt buckle presses against the back of my thigh when he bottoms out, his groan vibrating against my back. “Dean, move.”

He tucks his head into my shoulder, a deep groan releasing from his chest. “Sweetheart, if I move, I’m gonna cum like a goddamn pre-teen. Give me a second.”

Rocking my hips back onto him, I earn myself another breathy moan. “Please, Dean?”

“Shit. You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He pulls back, my pussy encouraging him to return home. His hips snap to mine, balls tapping at my clit. I arch my back, panting as I meet each of his thrusts. He sits back, hands finding their place on my hips, dragging me back. “Look at you, such a perfect slut for me, aren’t ya? All for me.”

I moan as his hips speed up, the tip hitting the spongy spot inside me. Dean lands another slap on my ass, leaning forward to kiss the place under my ear. “You’re dripping, soaking my cock so well. And you said you didn’t miss this.”

He grinds into me, the icy feeling of the buckle pressing deep into the heat of my thigh. Baby’s windows fog up, our breaths intertwining in ecstasy as he speeds up, going harder, faster, deeper. Dean’s hand slides up my back, knotting into my hair, pulling me up to my knees, without slowing down. “God baby, your pussy is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever felt. Fuck. Such a good girl for, shit, for me.” 

  I clench around his cock, my orgasm within reach. “Dean, I, I need—”

“I know, princess, I know.” His other hand wraps around the front of my waist, slipping between my folds as he finds my clit, circling it with the right amount of pressure. My head falls onto his shoulder, shameless moans exchanged between us as my climax comes closer and closer. “Dean.”

“C’mon babydoll, cum fr’me.” With that, I reach the heavens, Dean following close behind with a couple of thrusts before he spills into the condom. We lay there, breaths intermingling as he tucks his head into my neck again, pressing soft kisses to the skin there. I pull him away, looking into those enchanting green eyes of his. 

“Fuck you, Dean Winchester.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to my lips. “You just did, sweetheart.”

After cleaning up, again, I curl up on his chest in the back seat, satisfied and secure, as Dean traces patterns along my back, his breath evening out. 

“Dean.” He hums. “I meant what I said earlier. I truly love you.”

“I love you too sweet—”

“But if you break my heart this time, I will cut off your dick.”

“Fair. Now can you go to sleep? I fuckin’ exhausted.”

I giggle at his wording, snuggling into his chest again. Breakups are hard, but when you’re hopelessly in love, it’s hard to remember the pain. Unfortunately, I fell in love with Dean Winchester, and by fate’s design, he fell in love with me. 

[cakerybakery]

Lilith dropped her bag off at the front door and called out.

No one responded and she wandered up to her and Lucifer’s bedroom. No one there either. She plugged her phone in to charge. It died sometime during her nap and she hadn’t had the chance to plug it in.

She was a little miffed about her trip to heaven. Who fell asleep on the beach all night? She must have needed the rest more than she thought. At least she didn’t burn. Although, maybe that was because she was in heaven. But she spent one night and day on the beach and Adam’s sidekick tells him that Adam is dead, Charlie apparently has a hotel, and she’s being kicked out?

Obviously “big bro” Adam was just being a dick and going back on his word. How could he possibly die? When the fuck would Charlie have time to start a hotel?

Whatever. She’d touch base with Lucifer and let him know she was back early. If she could find him.

She searched the whole castle and paused by a window. Was that a new hotel? Fuck, they put that shit up fast around here.

Lilith fetched her phone and checked her- “THREE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE MESSAGES?!? What the fuck Lucifer. I was gone a day. It’s only- that can’t be right. Why does this say February?!? I went to heaven in August! This thing has to be busted. There’s no way I slept for six months.”

She went down to the entrance and attached to the door was a note she missed.

“Lilith,

If you’re seeing this we’re at the Hazbin Hotel. Hope you’re well my darling.

Hugs and kisses,

-Lu”

“What. The. Fuck?!?”

She looked up the hazbin hotel and stormed all the way there.

There was chaos when she got there. No one even seemed to notice she was there. Instead they were trying to stab some sort of flying box. What were they called? A drone? She wasn’t really up on new technology.

She plucked Lucifer up from the chaos and he gave an excited shout before wrapping her up and a big embrace. They toppled over as Charlie tackled them.

“MOM! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Where have you been??”

“Heaven? I was only gone for two nights, sweetie.”

Charlie and Lucifer pulled back and shared a confused look. “Mom, it’s been seven and a half years.”

“What.”

“We tried texting and calling and I must have left hundreds of messages and emails. We assumed you didn’t want to talk to us.”

Lilith fished her phone out and showed them the hundreds of missed everything that were still pinning her phone. “I thought it was just broken.”

Charlie gasped, “you missed so much! I started a hotel. We fought heaven and won! Adam died! He revived this morning!”

A hand grabbed Lucifer from her and helped her up. “You drank a Marvin’s Mai Tai didn’t you?”

Adam looked more like her with his horns and sharp eye teeth than she had expected he could have. It was kind of cute how he was carrying Lucifer like luggage.

They got buzzed by the drone again and Charlie took off after it.

“Told you to stay away from that shit. Not sure what’s in it, but I figured that’s what happened. Had some of the girls watching over your ass for the last seven years.”

“What the hell is going on around here?” She asked him, ducking as some tiny sinner zipped by on top of the drone.

“Bitch, you think I know? I just got here too. Let’s let the demon freaks handle, whatever the fuck that is, and I’ll pour us some drinks from the bar.”

“Give me my husband first.”

Adam looked down at the mildly amused king of hell he was still carrying and then tossed him at Lilith. “Sorry, he’s just so fucking tiny. I forgot he was there.”

She caught him and kissed him before putting Lucifer down. They exchanged more kisses and promised to catch up before she let him go have fun playing with the sinners- wait was that a fucking exterminator??

“How much did I miss?”

“A lot, Lil. I should get this out of the way. I did try to kill your kid. There was a whole thing. Shit got fucking fucked for a few months. She’s got a hell of an arm on her through.”

Part of her wanted to strangle him. But Charlie seemed… okay?

“I need a fucking drink.” She sighed and sat down at the bar.

“Mai tai?”

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi there! I wanted to say that I love your work and I’m really enjoying seeing all the good shit you put out! Tbh me and my twin have been eating up the story with We’ar-ow! We’ve sorta created our own character to fit in as the reader, and we chat about each update after you post them! It’s a fun little book club in a way! If you ever end up publishing any books, be sure to tell! I love your writing style it’s so distinct and enjoyable!

Also! I wonder how yautja would react to a real short s/o (imma dude and being 5’2 sucks a lot, my mom had to fuck a short king sigh) I had to grab something next to my couch that’s only 2 feet off the ground and I almost flipped my body over reaching. I can’t even wrap my arms around my knees when sitting either

I am able to reach a lot of small things hidden around my house, and I’m really good at anything small with my hands like sewing- tbh that’s the only upside

also quick yautja question- do you think they’re able to produce twins or triplets? Mostly asking cuz I’m one! :p

also I’m so thankful for you writing for readers who aren’t female! it really warms my heart <3 sometimes it can hard to find non female readers and x male readers help with my dysphoria

Short King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Mas!Reader

Word Count: 692

Summary: After the countless times you've fallen off of places or even found yourself somewhere you're not suppose to be, your wonderful mates have gotten you a step stool. Uihoy understands the frustrations himself. But he doesn't want you getting hurt.

Author Note: I'm so thankful and love this message so much. And the fact you chat about my writings?! Seeing this message for the first had me squealing and kicking my feet like a school girl. I hope one day I'll publish books but for now, I stick to writing fanfics about being dicked down by aliens.

P.s. Gonna be honest, I never knew how many AMABs liked Yautjas. I'm used to fangirls since I'm one myself. But I'm happy to help fill in the hole for the lack of AMAB writtens

Masterlist

Ao3

Knowing some Yautjas out there, they have a size kink. So you being much smaller than them goes burr for them.

They can also wrap themselves around you easier. It makes for the best cuddling sessions because they can probably almost encase you completely. That way, they can protect you better!

They also wouldn’t treat too much different either. They might ensure your items are closer to the ground so you don’t have to climb as much to reach them.

A step stool around either their ship or hut on Yautja Prime is necessary. They wouldn’t want you to go without it either. Less climbing means less danger for you! Safe on the ground floor where you can’t bust your head open.

After one close call with a fall, your mate wouldn’t want you to even think about getting on the damned counters again. So, he got you a step stool.

Once in awhile, you’ll see him use it too. Don’t let him know or say a damn word about it.

Plus, imagine those with the size difference kink. You desperately trying to reach something too far above you. They come up behind you, squishing your body to either the counter or wall. That day ended up differently than you originally thought.

Seeing the way your hand barely fits in their palm. They’re purring up a storm and holding you close.

As for the twins and triplets: yes, it is possible but a very rare occurrence. With their head structure, it’s already hard to push out one. It also puts a huge strain on their bodies. Some go through with the pregnancy if they believe they can endure the journey. Others don’t to save them either the downfall of an unnecessary death of themselves or their children.

I believe in some cultures of the Yautja, it’s celebrated if a female produces more than one offspring and survived. It is a feat that many don’t endure or survive.

Hands encased your hips and pinned you to the counter. A heavy body draped acrossed your back. Hot air caressed the shell of your ear. “What does little hunter think gonna do?” a grumbly voice spoke, slightly scolding you for what might have been a dangerous action. At least in those bright orange eyes of his.

Your entire body jumped at the sudden feel before relaxing, head titling to the side. Uihoy’s profile met your gaze. “I have no idea what you mean,” you brushed off. “I’m just trying to grab a bowl.” That was only thing that was the second shelf they hadn’t moved yet. You best believe it will be after today.

Uihoy snorted then reached above you and grabbed hold of the item you were attempting to take. It was placed before you on the counter in front of you.

The hand left on your hip drifted up to clasp hold of your throat. A finger was used to tilt your head back. Uihoy leaned over you to look you in the eye. “Next time, use the stool,” he scolded and pinched the column of your throat in warning.

Your shoulders sagged, eyes rolling with attitude. “But Uie! I was fine. Three feet off the ground ain’t gonna kill me,” you complained and leaned your weight against the short Yautja. His body barely even wavered at the added weight.

“No, but Uihoy might if little hunter doesn’t listen.” There was no bite in his words. You groaned.

His hold on you slipped away. He took a step away from you. You snatched the bowl off of the counter in front of you and marched over to the refrigerator-like device in the wall.

As you pulled out the stew made yesterday to consume as a mid-day lunch, you narrowed your eyes on Uihoy. The Yautja still stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. With a spoon, you pointed it at him, non-threatening. “You’re lucky I love you enough I won’t smack you for calling me short,” you pouted and poured some of the stew to fill half the bowl.

A disgruntled grunt sounded from the elder. “My heart is yours, little one.”

[bewarethegrim]

Punk Steve but it's my random thoughts and it goes real off topic real fast:

After Nancy breaks up with him, Steve feels lost and untethered. He ends up in a shitty dive bar where a band called "Bad Brains" is playing. In that moment Steve falls in love with the punk scene.

No one there looked like they were trying to fit in, even with each other. The music was fast, loud and angry. He fucking loved it.

It started with a leather jacket. He found it at a thrift store, tired of the polos and khakis. On impulse, he grabs some paint and spikes from a craft store nearby.

He paints two spiked baseball bats on the back, crossing in an X.

One night, bored, he grabs a pair of scissors and cuts his hair. His hair was such a symbol of who he was, who he didn't want to me anymore. He cut the sides down and then shaved them with his razor. He kept the rest long, but he used his Farah Fawcett spray to make it messy instead of perfect.

A lip ring, a nose ring, and eyebrow piercing and rows of ear piercings follow. The only thing he doesn't get are any tattoos.

Billy Hargrove watches these changes from the side with a critical eye, convinced Steve is a poser. It's not until Billy runs into Steve at the Dive bar where Steve first heard Punk that Billy realises that maybe he was wrong. Steve seems to know everyone there, and they all seem to welcome him happily.

Billy tries to awkwardly apologise for beating the shit outta him a few months back, but Steve shrugs him off. He says "I get how it looked, and I can take a beating. But what you did and said to Lucas? That was fucked up."

And Billy wants to curl up in shame. Under all the spikes Steve has the most disappointed mom look.

And Billy knows that Steves right. His anger at Lucas was misplaced with his anger with his dad and his situation.

So Billy stalks up the Lucas at the arcade one day, and stares him down, noting with admiration when the younger boy doesn't back down.

"I'm sorry about that night." He says, stilted. "There are enough racist assholes in Hawkins, my old man included. Shouldn't have to deal with general assholes, too. Just don't let him catch wind of you and Maxine, got it?"

And Lucas looks shocked. But he nods and walks back to his anxious looking group of nerds.

After that, Steve actually approaches Billy. He asks for music recommendations at first, mostly. But that turns into asking if he wanted to come to shows, and just hanging out.

Eventually, Steve meets Robin at Scoops. His piercings are all out now, and his hair is growing out (at his parents insistence.) But he still wears his spiked jacket over his stupid scoops uniform with his black doc martens.

And Billy isn't jealous. He tells Heather that every time she claims he's "sulking" when Steve shows up with his pack of nerds at the pool, Robin often in tow now, too.

And when Billy hits something in the road, his gut instinct is to call Steve. And Steve doesn't laugh like he thought he would, he tells Billy to get back in the car and drive . And Billy listens. He gets his ass back in the slightly busted Camaro and speeds to the Harrington house where he promptly breaks the fuck down because what the fuck did he just see?

And Steve explains it all to him (Billy understands the nail bat now). And just like that Billy is apart of the Hawkins defense squad.

After the mindflayer (his dad is killed in the process, Billy counts that as a major win) he moves into the trailer park, Susan and Max living next door. That Munson kid lives across the road, and so Steve comes to his place more because he has better access to weed and other drugs.

Steve finds it hilarious when Munson introduces himself to Steve. Steve who's piercings are back in, hair recut and dyed bright red in some spots, and eyes lined with black eyeliner from his mom's vanity.

One night, when happily stoned, laying half naked on top of each other, Steve tracing Billy's skull tattoo, he asks Billy to tattoo him.

With the help of Eddie's machine, Steve's first tattoo says pretty boy in a banner underneath a spiked crown. Billy chose it, obviously.

Steve loves it.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s1 episode 22 thoughts

i watched this episode in its intended setting: high on painkillers post surgery and holding an ice pack to my aching jaw. i think dana scully would be proud.

the first thing i thought was man, our duo has to deal with ANOTHER child. someone give them a raise.

the kid allegedly threw a cop out the window and killed him, to which scully says "you don't really think the kid had anything to do with it, do you?" which i think is a feasible conclusion to be drawn based on physical strength, but we also must remember that mere weeks? months? ago, 2 evil children tried to poison them so. never let ur guard down, agents.

mulder is trying to get a visual on the guy the little girl claims she saw and gives the guy a funny mustache to get her to laugh. to this i wrote "ohhhh fuck me" (stated as an expression of empathy, not literally. for now.)

he just wanted to make her smile and she did. and then she physically changed the screen to show the mystery man's actual mustache but come on. that was on the back of my mind here. mulder just wanted to make the little girl laugh.

(getting flashbacks to him letting the previous little girl hand the cashier the money for their soda. he is once again shifting into Protective Mode, this time trying to make a little kid caught in a tragedy feel normal. is it his psychological training or the innate big brother instincts? i will be analyzing this. he is the big brother in his family, right? that explains a lot)

scully was asking the girl's mom questions and the mom was like "she's scary and has no friends and we can't get her to go near water" but i was actually just admiring how beautiful scully was in this scene. sorry about ur daughter ma'am but have you seen the agent you're talking to? highly distracting

then mulder goes to leave but scully says "wait we have an autopsy at 7 :(" and i think this is sosososo funny because the last time "they" did an autopsy (scully doing the work, mulder trying not to gag) he looked like he was going to pass tf out. so him having a very convenient excuse to dip and visit the girl's psychologist must have felt amazing.

(but how sweet was it that she still wanted him there?)

((he tells her to look for electrocution from psychokinesis, though))

mulder asks the girl's psychologist, in all seriousness, if she's witnessed the little girl do any sort of psychic behavior and he has SUCH a straight face. she gets annoyed and leaves. mulder, the world isn't ready for your level of honesty, but i am and i appreciate it.

scully was then all scrubbed up, back in her autopsy era, talking to a recording machine and one of the cops burst in and asks "can i talk to you for a second?" scully is thrown off and says "i just started the autopsy" but the cop says "i don't think he's going anywhere" lmaoooo. i mean sure. guess that's true!

they think the guy the girl saw was another cop who died 9 years ago in a gang related bust... AND GET THIS! the little girl disfigures her dolls in the same way the dude died. fucked up tbh. weird seeing mulder with a doll on his desk but that's part of the job for a man like him.

new awful way to die just dropped: having ur scarf caught in the door of a moving bus. while a child stares at you. again, fucked up.

it seems that all the people who are dying were related to this drug bust a while ago... much to ponder...

they make a visit to the last living cop from the case's house and mulder stares at his fish tank for a while which i thought was lovely. i bet he does love tropical fish. this became relevant to the case later due to what tv writers refer to as "foreshadowing" but in the moment i really enjoyed his dedication to watching them swim about.

mulder immediately decides this girl is the cop that died 9 years ago reincarnated (which he seems to thinks occurs when a child is conceived the same time someone dies which. well. need to unpack that worldview at a later date)

"it's not so farfetched scully, reincarnation is a basic tenant of many religions!" <- said by a man who is a Nerd

(i say this lovingly as i also study belief systems. i'm expressing solidarity here. nerds need to have that in this world)

THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!!!!! scully's all, even if we DO get this child to go back into her past life with hypnosis, will the court take that as evidence? gagged him a little there tbh

(mulder's relationship to hypnosis is also fascinating. he seems to think that since it helped him find his missing memories with his sister, of course this little girl can go back into her past life using the same stuff! he doesn't seem very concerned about her screaming for her life, though, again complicating my view on if mulder is actually good with kids. because i would be like aww damn, she's screaming that she's dying, is that normal? he was just tuned in. it seems he is good at interacting with them, but unclear on if there's a level of real concern there or just a need to get to the bottom of the class. i will move forward in gathering evidence to support finding the Truth)

one of my favorite parts of this show is when scully recites some medical lore. like yeah he was drowned in sea water because of the stuff in his lungs or whatever. sooo cool babe how u just know that <3

turns out the cop that died 9 years ago was drowned in this other guy's fish tank!!! awful way to go. no need to get the fish involved.

the girl breaks into the only surviving cop from the incident's house and leaves threatening origami and starts blowing stuff up with her mind which is a standard evening around these parts

to get in the house mulder elbows through a window which OUCH! had to hurt. he then tries to talk some sense into a little girl who is about to kill her past life's murderer. she's 3 kills deep already idk what he thinks he's gonna do here.

BUT! she doesn't kill the guy! she just blows up his fish tank instead which was honestly sadder. rip those fish. and she walks away and then turns into a normal child and even starts swimming lessons!

mulder wraps up the case for the episode and it fades to black with a very confused expression on his face. i wrote "he's pondering at their splashing about".

a good episode! i like that scully got to see all the paranormal happenings going on, which usually she manages to miss. mulder is a believer in reincarnation, at least in some cases, so that information we can add to his psychological profile. need to know which course they took at the academy that was "dealing with very creepy children in stressful situations" because maybe we could all apply that into our life.

[j2h5b5]

... continued (Thanks for reading!)

“I’m gonna ask you one more time, you little shits, and I want an actual answer instead of just you two pointing fingers at each other like toddlers. Where’d you get the booze and whose brilliant idea was it to walk home in the middle of the night instead of, oh, I don’t know, CALLING ONE OF US TO PICK YOUR DUMB ASSES UP?”

There was a muffled scuffling sound coming from the backseat. Eddie glanced back to see Mike and Dustin grappling with each other, Dustin mouthing something and Mike shaking his head violently and trying to get a hand over Dustin’s mouth.

Eddie might have been amused if he didn’t know how pissed off his boyfriend was. These kids knew better than to put their lives at risk like that, and it wasn’t because of the drinking or the midnight walk. This was HAWKINS. Maybe the only place in the world where your odds of coming face to face with a monster made of dead people or tripping into a tear in the fabric of reality and winding up in actual Hell were just about as good as your odds of getting on the wrong side of a bored small-town cop who saw you stumbling along the side of the road in the dark.

Eddie turned fully in the passenger seat to fix the boys with the most intimidating glare in his repertoire. They froze, Mike’s hand hovering just above Dustin’s mouth. “I think your mom asked you a question, kiddos,” he said in a deceptively calm tone that was even scarier than if he’d been yelling. Eddie was a marshmallow, everyone knew that, but sometimes when he was in DM mode or when he was acting on behalf of Steve, he could be pretty terrifying.

Dustin shoved Mike out of his personal space. “We got invited to a party at Dave Peterson’s house and there was so much beer, but we stayed away from the beer, Steve, we weren’t gonna get super drunk and we just wanted to see what it was like. But there was this red stuff…”

“Dustin just handed me a cup of it and said it tasted like Kool-Aid…”

“And it didn’t taste like it had liquor in it, it was just really sweet and it went down smooth, ya know?”

“He drank like five cups of the shit!” Mike blurted, and Dustin swung an arm out, smacking his friend in the chest.

Mike retaliated by hitting back, and then the scuffling had resumed until Steve swerved over to the curb in a screech of tires. “KNOCK IT OFF!” he shouted, spinning around to pin them with a ferocious glare, and they froze for a second time. “I thought you guys were supposed to be geniuses. You trying to tell me you didn’t know there was alcohol in this stuff you were guzzling? And that’s not even REALLY the point. Whose brilliant idea was it to walk home? Do you know what could have happened? Have you FORGOTTEN?”

“…it’s over, though, right?” Mike asked after a beat of silence. Three pairs of eyes swung his way, showing varying degrees of disbelief.

“We don’t know that, Mike. We will NEVER know that,” Steve said, and he wasn’t yelling now but his tone was uncharacteristically hard. “And I don’t want any of you guys to live in fear all the time just waiting for the next thing that wants to kill all of us to come busting out of the ground, but the LEAST we can do? The absolute LEAST? Is to not be fucking stupid. What you did was fucking stupid, and I’m disappointed in both of you. You’re damn lucky I’m not taking you to your parents right now.”

Dustin perked up a bit, although when Steve said he was disappointed Dustin had looked every bit a kicked puppy, hanging head and all. “Thank you, Steve!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Mike said. “I’m not sure my parents would notice but Nancy would have my ass.”

Steve shook his head. “Oh, I didn’t say I’m not telling Nancy. Another party rule, Mike. The first one, remember?”

“Friends don’t lie,” Dustin said, elbowing Mike and shooting him an obnoxious smirk. “So we’re crashing at your place, Steve?”

“Yes, for tonight. I’ll call your moms and let them know. In the morning, we’re going to have a long talk.”

“We got it. Thanks Steve. Thanks Eddie,” Dustin repeated, ever eager to get back in his heroes’ good graces.

“You might wanna hold off on the thanks, little man,” Eddie said. “You’re not getting off as easy as you think. You owe us.”

“Um … owe you?”

“Yup. And I’m already thinking of all the ways you can start to pay your debt.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked, glancing nervously between the two in the front seat as they exchanged looks and Steve pulled back out on the road.

“My uncle Wayne believed hard labor was the most effective form of discipline, Little Wheeler. I’m of the same mindset. I mean, look how I turned out.” Eddie grinned and spread his arms wide. “I know my van could use a good washing, and I think Stevie’s car has seen better days. The lawn needs mowing, too.”

“Pool needs to be skimmed, whole house is way overdue for vacuuming.”

“Best part?” Eddie added, barely contained evil glee coloring his tone. “Getting it all started as early as possible. Sooner begun, sooner done, right Stevie?”

Steve smiled and reached over to squeeze Eddie’s knee. “Right. Piece of advice, though: Drink a lot of water tonight so the hangover doesn’t interfere with doing a good job. We’d hate for you to have to start over.”

Mike and Dustin groaned in tandem, their heads falling back against the seat of Steve’s car.

“This is all your fault,” Dustin grumbled at Mike.

“MY fault?” Mike returned, his voice cracking. “Right! Because I was the one who was all, ‘taste this, Mike, it’s like cherry Kool-Aid!’”

“And I was the one who said we were better off just walking home! That’s the part they’re pissed about, imbecile!”

…Up front, Steve and Eddie held hands and let the backseat bickering go on unchecked as they headed toward Steve’s house with two of their favorite juvenile delinquents.

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

✩-Soulmate-✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 4.9k

Type: Fluff

Warnings: LOTS of cussing, fake blood, fake weapons, just horror maze things, Readers ex-boyfriend is a peepee head

| Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

Y/N'S POV

I was scrolling threw my phone when my daughter busted threw the door of my bedroom. "Mom we need to talk!" she said walking over to my bed and climbing in it.

"Um yeah, you should be in bed," I laughed at her scrunched-up face.

"No Mom, I'm talking about my birthday tomorrow, You promised we would go to Halloween horror nights with Dad." I looked down at my hands.

She must have heard the conversation I was having with her father over the phone, She is so nosey. I didn't know how to tell her that her dad wants nothing to do with her anymore, Because honestly how do you? I told him that he didn't have to come if he was going to show his ass and that I and Gracie would stay home and celebrate.

"I'm sorry honey, you're dad isn't feeling the best and he canceled last minute," I said trying to come up with something off the top of my head.

"Oh, Well that doesn't mean that you and me can't go!" She shouted, clapping her hands together, she mustered up the best puppy dog eyes I have ever seen.

"Please can we go, Mommy, Please!!" I couldn't resist her adorable face,

"This girl is gonna be the death of me," I thought.

I thought about it a little bit and decided, why not. "Fine, we can go-"

"YESSSS!!" she jumped off the bed and did a goofy dance causing me to laugh.

"You better go get some sleep if you wanna go get ice cream tomorrow." she stopped and looked at me,

"Ice cream!?" I nodded my head smiling,

"GOODNIGHT MOMMY!!" she yelled as she ran to her bedroom. I laughed at my adorable daughter as I reached over and turned off my bedside lamp and fell asleep for the night.

TIME SKIP

We gave our tickets to the guy, he scanned them and gave us our wristbands and we walked in.

I was holding Gracie's hand so she wouldn't run off, "Mom can we please go on that one!!" She said pointing to a hay ride.

I laughed and nodded my head, "Heck yeah, we can!" We walked over and the woman scanned our wristbands, We got on and waited as another group of people got on, it was about nine people and I guess they all knew each other since they all started talking to one another.

There were four girls, three boys, and a woman.

One stuck out to me though, He had long curly brown hair put up in a bun and he had good style, I had to pry my eyes away from him so I didn't look like a creep.

"Mommy look we're moving!!" Gracie screamed, The group looked over at us, A girl with black hair Awed as she looked at Gracie, She didn't look that old,

"She's so cute!" She laughed, The rest of the group stared at me and Gracie now.

"My name is Gracie and I am five!" She said as she put her hand on her hip, They laughed and so did I.

"Well, you are very adorable Gracie," A girl with red hair said, Gracie giggled as she swung her feet on the bench.

"It's my birthday today! My daddy is sick so he didn't get to come," She said smiling, I kinda stiffened as the group looked at me with a sympathetic look, It was like they knew that the dad was a piece of shit.

"Oh really? Well Gracie I hope you have an amazing time," The woman said as she and the group got off the ride,

"I will thank you!!" She yelled as we walked our separate way, The boy with the bun kept staring at me and he defiantly wasn't trying to hide it, I smiled at him and he winked as he walked away to catch up with the group.

"Can we go to that one?" Gracie asked, Pointing to a maze called "The black phone." It looked scary but me and Gracie loved horror so I said yes obviously.

We ran to it and let the guy scan our bands as we walked in. It was slightly dark,

"AHHH!!" Gracie screamed as a guy with a mask and a hatchet popped out of the wall at us,

"I think I shit my pants," I said as Gracie clung onto my arm, I held her close as we continued, We walked into a tiny room and it kinda resembled a basement, there was a bed, a manikin was sitting on it holding a black phone, He kinda looked like one of the boys I saw earlier, dirty blond hair with loose curls.

We heard whispers threw out the room and then a scream was heard, The same guy came out and jumped at me and Gracie,

"AHHHH FUCK YOU!!!" I yelled as I grabbed onto Gracie even more,

"NOOOO AHHH YOU BALD BITCH!!!" She yelled. I was kinda shocked since she never cusses but I didn't say anything cause one I cuss all the time and two she was scared and didn't mean to. We walked out as the man left,

"Mom I think I'm scared," She sighed, I laughed,

"You think?" I said, She glared at me and I held my hands up in defense. We walked out and someone ran at us with a chainsaw, Gracie screamed and ran behind me grabbing my legs, The guy cackled evilly as he ran away.

"You can come out now Grace," I laughed, She grabbed my hand and smiled,

"That was awesome!" She yelled jumping up and down,

"Oh let's go too-" I was cut off by someone shouting,

"Hey!" I looked over to see the same little girl from earlier running at me and Gracie, the great of the group following after her,

"Hiii!" Gracie shouted as she ran up and hugged the girl, She has always been such an affectionate person. The girl laughed as she hugged Gracie back,

"My name is Violet sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier," She said as she shook my hand,

"My name is Y/n," I said, Gracie pulled on my arm as she pointed to"The Haunting of hill house." Maze, I laughed and nodded my head,

"You wanna join Violet?" I asked, She smiled and nodded,

"As long as my friends can come!" She said,

"Of course, they can," I said, we all walked into the maze and it was dark the only thing lighting it up was some candles on the wall and a flickering light above us.

"Nothing is happening-" A person in a black body suit jumped out of the wall and we all screamed, Gracie fell to the ground and took me down with her,

"HOLY SHIT!!" I screamed, The guy from earlier appeared beside me, He laughed as he reached out his arm trying to help me up, I of course took it, Butterflies swarmed my stomach as he gripped my hand, He had very warm and soft hands,

"Mom come on!" Gracie shouted as she dragged me forward.

"Ok, we got this guys!" Gracie said as she took a deep breath, We all laughed at her, She was trying mentally prepare herself for what was next.

"It's hard to see," Violet said as she squinted her eyes, I bumped into something, I shouted as I felt someone grab my arm to stop me from falling,

"It's alright I got you, Come on," The same guy said, he pulled me up and looked at me, He smiled as he looked me up and down, I couldn't stop staring at his lips and he couldn't help but stare at mine, We began leaning in.

I knew this was wrong and I didn't even know him- but he was so cute and it gets lonely sometimes, Having a kid at sixteen inst the best thing, And it is weird when people you're on a date with asay they have to leave because they dint want you to come with baggage. He grabbed my waist, I could feel his breath on my lips, I closed my eyes.

"MIGUEL LET'S GO!!" One of the guys shouted,

"Mommy where are you!?" Gracie yelled and I sighed as I looked forward, I didn't see them anywhere, Great they were ahead of us, I looked back at Miguel who was standing there awkwardly scratching the back of his neck,

"Uh we should catch up," I said, He nodded as he walked fast without me, Ok dick face.

I heard Gracie scream somewhere in the distance and I couldn't help but laugh, Miguel looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back,

"AHH STOP! GO IN!!" Miguel screamed as an alien thing popped out from the corner,

"NOOO NOO STOP!!" I screamed gripping Miguel's arm, I guess he didn't mind since he put his hand over mine, We continued our way through the Maze jumping at every little noise, We walked into a bathroom and a pig with a hatchet jumped out,

"ARE YOU INSANE!?!" Miguel screamed at the pig,

"FUCK I'M GONNA SHIT MYSELF!!" I yelled as a slammed into a wall, Miguel laughed as he walked over to me grabbing my hand,

"I think I already did that," He said, I laughed.

"Guys get out," The pig said as he peeked out from behind the shower curtain.

"Bro fuck you, pigs don't speak!" Miguel spat, flipping the guy off, He grabbed my hand and we walked out.

We walked into a circus-like room, A lion jumped out and Miguel screamed and held onto my waist as he hid behind me,

"Is it gone?" I heard him muffle into my neck, his breath tickling me,

"Yeah," I said, thank god it was so dark in here and he couldn't see the blush that took over my face,

"My legs are shaking!" I sighed as I gripped Miguel's arm tighter,

"Wish I could make them," Miguel mumbled,

"What?" I asked looking up at him,

"O-Uh nothing-nothing!" He stuttered looking forward.

Someone jumped out of the bed and started crawling towards me and Miguel,

"OH HELL NO GET THE FUCK BACK IN THE BED!!!" Miguel screamed as he kicked at the person,

"THERE IS A DOOR LOOK!!" I yelled as a drug Miguel away from the creepy-lookin' person. We went to open the door and someone jumped out at us,

"FUCK YOUR MOM!!" I yelled as they ran by me into complete darkness, I and Miguel walked through the door.

it was quiet and nothing was happening, "Are they late?" Miguel asked looking around,

"I guess so," I laughed looking around as well, I looked at Miguel and he was already staring back at me.

I could feel the butterflies swarm in my stomach again as his gaze shifted to my lips, He looked like he was trying to hold himself back,

"Your pretty, and he didn't deserve you," He said,

My brows furrowed, "Gracie's dad, He didn't deserve you, He fumbled real hard with you," he whispered as his gaze shifted to my eyes, I smiled,

"He was a dick, He was toxic and only used me for his own pleasure," I said, tearing up a bit.

"Gracie said he didn't come tonight… because he was sick?" He asked,

"He doesn't want anything to do with Gracie anymore and I didn't know how to tell her so I just said he was sick," I choked, I was finally letting all my pent-up emotions go and it was in front of a random guy.

"Hey, It's alright, I got you," He whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug rubbing my back, He rested his head on top of mine as he shushed me.

"Sorry," I cried into his chest, He lifted my face to look at his,

"You don't have to apologize for that, it isn't your fault that guy is a dick, Someone else could treat you so much better than him!" He said causing me to laugh,

"Yeah, who? Nobody wants someone who has a kid 'cause that's not attractive," I said, His eyes softened and we made eye contact, his hand was still on my jaw,

"I could treat you better, So much better." He whispered as he looked at my lips and then back to my eyes.

I began to breath heavy as he leaned in, and his hands slid down my body making their way to my waist, His lips crashed with mine. I was shocked at first but soon relaxed into it, his hands slithered under my shirt as he began gripping my waist, He broke away from the kiss and began kissing along my jawline to my neck, It was getting hot, He sucked onto my neck as his hands made their way up my waist some more,

"So pretty," He whispered as he kissed down my neck,

"Miguel," I breathed as he inched his hands up my stomach some more.

We pulled away screaming when we heard a chainsaw go off, and a guy with a knife came running towards us, Miguel grabbed my hand and we ran out.

We stopped and looked at each other, We busted out laughing,

"Holy shit!" I shouted as I placed my hand on my chest, Miguel laughed as he pulled me close to him placing a kiss on my forehead, He backed me up into a corner,

"So where were we?" He smirked,

"Oh no I am not dying tonight, We need to hurry and get out of here I need to find Gracie!" I laughed as I pushed him away. He groaned as he grabbed onto my arm,

"FINE!" He shouted, I giggled as we began walking.

We turned the corner and as soon as we did a guy in a baby mask jumped out at us and Miguel screamed and ran away leaving me,

"MIGUEL AHHH!!!" I screamed as the person came running towards me, I got up and ran to the other room, I heard Miguel scream as he came running back into the room, He was out of breath,

"THE BITCH IS FUCKING CLIMBING ON THE WALLS!!" He yelled, we both got up and ran. We heard laughing and giggling coming from behind us, I was crying at this point and Miguel was screaming like a little girl at every jumpscare.

Somebody grabbed Miguel's arm and he screamed, He grabbed me and threw me at them, they screamed at me and I got off of them running away.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU MIGUEL!!" I yelled as I hit his arm,

"OWW!" He Whined rubbing his arm, We finally made it out of the maze and I let out a breathy sigh,

"OH THANK GOD!!" I said trying to catch my breath,

"Jesus I think I shit myself!" Miguel laughed as he walked up and hugged me, He gently grabbed my jaw and kissed me,

"Mommy! MOMMY!" I heard, I quickly pulled away seeing Gracie running at me with a huge hello kitty stuffy and some pink cotton candy. She was smiling big, the rest of the group following behind her.

"Mom look what I got!" She said showing me her things,

"I see, who got them for you!?" I laughed bending down to her height to give her a big hug.

"Mason got them for me!" She smiled pointing towards the guy in the white shirt, He smiled and waved his card at me.

"Thank you so much," I said, He shook his head laughing,

"No problem, I couldn't say no to her," He laughed.

"Ooh let's go on the roller coaster, Mom!" Gracie yelled jumping up and down, she grabbed my arm as she took off towards

"trust fall tower." yeah that totally doesn't sound like it will make you shit yourself. Miguel grabbed onto my hand as we made our way onto the ride. The group was giving us weird looks but we just ignored it.

"Mom, hold my hand," Gracie said, I grabbed her hand and the cart started moving. We went up and the cart dropped down,

"FUCK!!" Gracie yelled gripping my hand tighter, We stopped and everyone was breathing heavily.

"Get me off this thing!" Violet said, The guy let us off,

"I need to go to the bathroom and piss," Mason said as he ran towards a gift shop, We laughed as we walked in said gift shop. They had candy, stuffies, and shirts everywhere.

Miguel and Gracie had abandoned me to go look at some bandanas together. I felt someone lock their arm with mine, I jumped slightly and looked at them, It was the red-headed girl from earlier, She smiled as she looked down at me,

"Hi, I'm Brooke!" She said,

"I couldn't help but see you and Miguel kissing when you came out of the Maze earlier and I just wanted to say you guys look super cute together!" She giggled, I smiled and looked down,

"You think so?" I asked, She gasped dramatically,

"Girl the way he looks at you, I can tell he likes you." She said, I looked over at Miguel and Gracie, He was holding her up on his shoulders so she could pick out the shirt she wanted, He looked over at me and blew me a kiss, I blushed and blew him a kiss back.

"SEE!" Brooke shouted, Scaring some of the people in there.

"He is in love with you," She sighed.

"I guess I should ask him out right?" I asked, looking back at Miguel who was now walking over carrying Gracie with him, She was asleep with her arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hey, I need to talk to you," He asked nervously, Brooke smiled and walked away. I looked back at Miguel who was now looking at the ground,

"What do you wanna talk about?" I asked, He looked at me and smiled,

"I really like you y/n… and I wanna know if you would like to go out with me, You don't have to I understand," He started to ramble looking everywhere but at me.

I smiled at how nervous he was, He certainly wasn't nervous a few minutes ago with his tongue down my throat and his hands up my shirt. I leaned in and kissed him, He was surprised at first but relaxed into it, We pulled away smiling at each other.

"I would love to go out with you Miguel," I said, He smiled leaning in to kiss me again.

"YAYYY!!" Gracie yelled scaring me and Miguel,

"I thought you were asleep," Miguel laughed,

"No, I just wanted to be carried!" She giggled.

We all went back to my place to celebrate Gracies birthday and have cake, It was a wonderful night and I know for a fact that I had found my soulmate.

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