#i blinked and now its 11pm. oops

[trans-estinien]

i just spent all day playing animal jam??????????

[soemthingsparkly]

If we're doing Papa Ray hcs now: Ray asking Alex if he wants to throw around a baseball when Carlos has to practice for his next big game. Ray getting puzzles for Reggie to help solve cause he realized early on during game nights intense team up or pvp board games stress him out and the puzzling helps with Reggie's ADHD. Ray noticing the differentiating fonts Luke writes with (DyslexicLuke) and helps Luke learn how to read via Magic Treehouse-esque chapter books at night during Carlos's tuck in.

OOp.

Here I am, caught on the idea of Luke being real invested in Carlos’ story time. 

Carlos isn’t a natural reader, so Ray makes it a tradition that Carlos reads to him for at least ten minutes every night. He lies on the bed next to Carlos, or pulls up his desk chair and listens, helps him sound out the words he’s struggling with. 

And then one day, Luke is looking for Ray and sticks his head through Carlos’ bedroom door. Both jump at the sight of him. 

“Hey, Luke,” Carlos says, grinning at one of his new favourite people - ever since Carlos learned that the ghosts haunting his sister were actually cool older kids, he’d been obsessed with all three of them. 

“Luke, we’re in the middle of something. Was there something you needed?”

Luke looks between them two. “Oh, uh, I was just wondering if you had any cloths I could borrow.”

“Under the sink. Why do you need cloths?”

Luke purses his lips. “No reason. What are you guys up to?”

Carlos holds up his book. “Reading.”

“Oh, cool. What are you reading?”

“Skullduggery Pleasant,” Carlos says, before his eyes widen. “Oh hey, Skullduggery is dead-not-dead, too, just like you guys.”

Ray turns and frowns at his son. “Hey, alright, Carlos, that’s–”

“Cool, what does he do?” Luke asks, jutting out his chin. “Is he a famous rockstar like me?”

“He’s a detective.”

“What’s he detecting?”

“This is book two. He’s trying to stop an evil guy from bringing back these evil gods.”

“Evil gods?” Luke asks. “That’s messed up.”

“Right?” Carlos says, then wets his lips. “You could come read with us if you want?”

Luke blinks and then looks to Ray. Ray takes a breath, before he nods and waves Luke further into the room. Carlos shuffles across on the bed and Luke squeezes on, next to him, and lays on his back, one arm tucked behind his head.

Carlos returns to the start of the chapter and every so often gives him a rundown of the events so far. “Okay, you’re not gonna get it. So the reason this guy is important is...” 

Ray is so intrigued by this interaction that by the time he glances at his watch again, it’s already 11pm.

“Oh,” he says, cutting Carlos off mid-sentence. “Okay, finish this page and then you better get to sleep mister. You’ve got a busy day tomorrow, eh?”

Carlos pouts and Luke looks crestfallen. “Can’t we just finish the chapter?” Carlos asks. He turns on the puppy dog eyes. Luke smiles hopefully. 

Ray rolls his eyes. He’s so weak when it comes to his son. “Alright, finish the chapter and then its lights out, no discussion, okay?”

Luke grins and fixes his eyes back on the page as Carlos continues reading. 

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Oh, and Luke totally steals the first book to read while Julie’s at school or sleeping. And then he reads the second while Carlos is at school (but, of course, only up to the chapter they reached together. He didn’t want to read ahead). 

For a week, he makes up reasons to talk to Ray or Carlos during story time, before he just starts showing up for no other reason but to follow along.

It’s a good arrangement.

[lmpala97]

Who Does Dean Love More? (Dean x reader) PART 1

Warnings: none

Summary: it was a usual day at the bunker. Until someone from Deans past shows up....

PART 2 

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“Sup?” I asked Dean, taking a sip of my Gatorade. I had desperately been researching all night on a case we had no leads on and it was now 11pm.

“Just checkin’ in” Dean said as he came and sat down in the wooden chair across from me “you gonna go unpack those bags or what?”

I looked around confused, I didn’t see any bags. Did Dean have one too many beers or what?

“What bags?” I asked with my eyebrow raised.

He pointed to his eyes. Ohhhh. Those bags. I hadn’t really slept much lately so I can’t imagine how dark, big and fugly they were.

“Nahhh” I joked, pointing at the book in front of me “Savin those for a big trip we have coming up.”

He got up from his chair and slowly made his way around the table, his hand gliding on the smooth wood, his face playful.

“Well” he said pushing my chair out to face him, trapping me with both of his hands on the arms. “I hope those bags have something strappy and Lacey in there.” he said, giving me a smirk and a kiss.

Just as I was about to flirtily respond, the bunker lights went out, leaving only the red blinking of the emergency bulbs. What the hell?

A loud bang echoed through the bunker coming from the kitchen. Dean stood up, no longer hunched over my chair.

“Sammy!?” Dean called out. No response.

“Get the colt.” Dean said calmly, a brooding look on his face, ready to take on whatever it was that had made its way inside the bunker -DESPITE its crap ton of warding.

I gave him a nod and squeezed his forearm, trying to be as reassuring as possible, but just as I was about to leave the room a dark figure stopped me. The glistening of the item in their hands could only be a knife, even in this light it was obvious, and boy was that mother a big one.

“Dean.” I called out as I backed up, letting him know that we weren’t alone.

Dean whirled around and took a step forward, ready to lunge at whatever was in front of us.

“Uh uh uh” a female voice said “one more step and I’ll make your little girlfriend here into shaved turkey.”

Oh great. This bitch was using me against Dean. I hated that. I hated being his weakness. I hated seeing him worry over me. I couldn’t wait to stab her heart out for this -whoever she was.

“What do you want, bitch” I spat out angrily “get on with it and cut the crappy monologue that I’m sure you have ready to bore us with”

The figure turned toward me, knife still pointing towards my neck.

“Oooo, wow Dean. Didn’t tell me your new girlfriend was such a feisty one. Hm?” She sighed as she circled around me like a predator toying with its prey “so unlike your other one”

At that moment the emergency lights turned off and the normal lights returned. Revealing the face of the intruder - much to both of our shock... and to my dismay

“Lisa?” Dean gasped, his eyes going wide and his facial expression going soft.

I’d be lying if I didn’t feel jealous, or wish it could be any other person but her. I knew how Dean felt about her. How much he loved her. He hadn’t given me any reason to doubt his love for me but I always felt if it came down to it he would choose her. I wasn’t good enough for him and I knew it. Plus he had too much history with Lisa and not enough with me.

“Yes baby boy, it’s me” she said mockingly with a fake pout- continuing to toy with Deans emotions “if by me you mean me.” Lisa blinked and her eyes turned an opaque black.

A demon. Knew it.

“You get out of her you son of a bitch!” Dean yelled.

“Or what? You’re gonna stab me? Punch me?” The demon laughed “We both know you wouldn’t lay a hand on your precious little Lisa. Your one and only love!”

At those words, my heart sank and I looked at Dean. He looked so tormented and I swear his eyes were tearing up.

I felt like an idiot for even letting this black eyed son of a bitch’s words get to me like they were, but I couldn’t help it. Not only were they using Dean’s biggest insecurity against him, they were also using mine.

“Oh sorry YN! I guess he didn’t tell you that did he?” The demon turned back towards me with a grin “All the dreams he has of her every night, the small things that remind him of her every day, how after every bad day he wishes that he could have a normal life with her.”

“You shut your mouth.” I said coldly, attempting to hide how much her words really cut.

“Hit a nerve there, didn’t I?” She laughed “Oops” she shrugged.

“Where’s Sam?!” I yelled, suddenly remembering that he too was in the bunker somewhere - missing out on all the “fun”

“Don’t worry” The demon said “Sams just having a little nappy-poo, but he’s still breathing... for now”

“Well damn” I said smirking “I was never one with the knack for languages but I guess I’ll have to do.”

I began the exorcism spell but didn’t get very far before the demon punched me in the face, at least a good 2-3 times. Freakin douche bag.

I landed on the floor on my hands and knees. The thick taste of iron in my mouth from my now split open lip. Wiping it I continued, but a swift kick to my stomach seized my efforts.

“Don’t you dare lay another hand on her!” Dean yelled advancing toward us as I grunted on the ground, the warm blood pooling down the sides of my neck, the wind knocked out of me.

Before the demon could reply with some snooty comment Dean began citing the exorcism spell where I had left off.

“STOP!” The demon screamed, pointing the knife at her own abdomen “’One more word and I kill her on my way out”

Dean stopped in his tracks, going silent

“You know, I was only here to steal the Demon tablet but now that you pissed me off, let’s have a little fun” a hand on the collar of my flannel roughly hoisted me to my feet as I stumbled to stand straight.

“Hm...Let’s playyy.... who. does. Dean. love. more?”

TO BE CONTINUED ...

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