#kat x dean

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🖼 Kat and Dean?

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do yall ever think about the jaw dropping fics that are probably sitting collecting dust in someone’s drafts rn.

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Jealousy never looked so good

Pairing: Dean Winchester x gn reader

Prompt request from @crash-and-live: "Hey, is this asshole bothering you?"

Summary: Celebrations following a completed hunt take a turn when Dean gets a little protective.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: oral (m! receiving), slightly sub Dean, cringy smut

The noise filtering through the bar was comforting. Not obnoxiously loud but still lively enough to remind you that the people surrounding you enjoying their night were alive. Free and careless in their mirth, unaware of the dangers that lurked in the dark that they couldn’t even begin to comprehend. 

It was exhausting sometimes, being surrounded by the ignorance of the general populace. But on nights like this one, when you’d finished a hunt and were celebrating a job well done, you could allow yourself to enjoy it. Even Sam hadn’t been opposed to spending an extra night in town, promising to be the designated driver for you and Dean. 

Leaning against the bar you flagged down one of the bartenders, only to recoil in disgust at the stickiness of the wooden tabletop. Grabbing a napkin you dabbed somewhat clumsil, courtesy of the four drinks coursing through your blood, at your arm. Frustration threatens to overwhelm when you can’t seem to get rid of the lingering stickiness and you quickly turned to watch disinterestedly as the man behind the counter poured Dean’s beer. Scrunching your nose up in slight disgust at your friend’s drink of choice. 

“Not a fan of beer?” The masculine voice suddenly speaking up from your left startled you slightly, some remnant nerves from the hunt making you a little jumpier than usual. 

“Not at all,” you snorted, turning back towards the bar and hoping the curt response would give the stranger next to you a clue. Unfortunately, as was common with men in bars he didn’t seem to catch the hint, sliding in even closer to you. 

“You know I’ve seen you around, this past week,” he stumbled over his words a little, rushing to elaborate when you’d raised a brow at his somewhat creepy statement. Your initial outlook on him changed slightly then, and you allowed yourself to turn and face him fully. He was cute, not at all your usual type. Not Dean.

You quickly banish that thought from your mind. Traveling with the two brother’s for so long meant opportunities like this were few and far between and well, beggars couldn’t be choosers. 

“Yeah, its uh, my last night here actually,” you smiled flirtatiously, leaning on the bar once more this time ignoring the lingering sticky feeling on the skin of your bare arm. 

The man faltered a little at that news but quickly regained his nerve, leaning in so there was hardly any space between the two of you. “Really? Guess I better make the most of it then.” You aren’t given the chance to respond, the flirty retort dying on your tongue when a muscular arm wraps around your shoulders, tugging you into his side so you can smell him. 

“Hey, this asshole bothering you?” His words are punctuated with his signature smirk that you both want to knock right off his face and kiss. Dean’s apple green eyes are gazing over your face, not even bothering to look at the now floundering man standing opposite you. He’s trying to be casual but you can feel the tenseness of his warm body against your side and his usually mischevous eyes are painted just a little too dark to be lighthearted. 

“Hey man -” the stranger, who’s name you hadn’t even gotten, was abruptly cut off by Dean finally turning his now deadly glare towards him. The two stare each other down and though you should be offended by the alpha male bullshit show happening in front of you, you can’t help the way your heart beats furiously against your chest because Dean’s the one doing it. 

“You still here?” Dean scoffed and you watched with just a little bit of sick amusement as the man quickly scampered away, evidently not willing to get into it with the larger man. 

Suddenly coming back to yourself you turned with a raised brows, “Um, what was that?”  Dean simply shrugged, grabbing his beer and attempting to eturn to the booth where Sam was waiting but you weren’t willing to let things slide that easily. Grabbing his arm you spun him back around to face you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed like you were scolding a child. “Dean?”

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he grumbled, still barely looking you in the eye and you scoffed in disbelief. 

“The way he was looking at me?”

“Like you were just a piece of ass.” You rolled your eyes so hard at his hypocrisy that you were afraid they’d fall out of your head. 

“You look at people like that all the time!” 

“Well sorry for trying to look out for you.” He turns away, starting to walk back towards Sam in what you know will be his attempt to pretend the conversation never happened. You know how he works far too well and you’re not willing to back down and let him weasel his way out of this. 

“Right because that’s what you were doing. Looking out for me? Not being an annoying cockblock?” He spins around, fire in his eyes and a nasty sneer on his face that you’d never once seen aimed your way. He stalked back towards you and just as you fear he’s going to continue this ridiculous argument he takes your face in your hands and kisses you. 

Your brain stalls for a few seconds, eyes wide and staring at Dean’s unfairly pretty lashes before he pulls away just as quickly. "I don't like when people touch what's mine." He looks at your deer-in-headlights gaze before smirking so cockily that the urge to smack him rises once more. 

If it was anyone else, you probably would have. Jealousy had never been a trait you'd found attractive in a partner. But like most things, you let it slide, hell you enjoyed it because it was Dean.

Channeling all your pent-up frustration and longing, you pull his face back down against yours and mash your lips against his violently. His hands make quick work of grasping your waist, squeezing just a little as he smirks into the kiss once more. Even after wanting him for so long the action pisses you off even more, and you reward him by biting down on his bottom lip hard. 

Suddenly there’s a hand clasping down on your shoulder and pulling you back from your lip locking shenanigans, “Ok. I think it’s time to go.” You want to cuss Sam out for taking over the role as the family cock block but Dean beats you to it. 

Nonetheless, you follow Sam out to the car like a dejected puppy, which in turn makes Dean follow you, one of his large hands wrapped around your own. When you slide into the backseat the older Winchester follows and you let out a displeased grunt when he squishes you beneath him. Though your displeasure quickly turns into a laugh as he manoueveres you until you’re practically sat atop of him. 

From the drivers seat Sam gags a little, though your pity for him quickly evaporates when Dean pulls you into another kiss and you forget everything else outside the feel of Dean’s lips against yours. 

Luckily for everyone involved, the drive to the dingy motel was short and you barely notice Sam’s hasty exit until the impala door slams shut. “Finally,” Dean groans against the skin of your neck, you’re not entirely sure if he’s talking about Sam leaving or the fact your hands are working on freeing him from his jeans, but you don’t particularly care right now. 

His own hands are making quick work of your clothes, a satisfied grunt escaping him when he finally lays eyes on your bare chest. Mouth dipping to nip at the new expanse of skin on show, “gorgeous, fuck, wanted this for so long,” he pants between kisses and bites. 

“Oh yeah? How long?” High on the power his words have given you, you don’t really give him a fair chance to answer before your hand wraps around the base of his cock. You stroke him leisurely for a few seconds before stopping, heat pooling in your gut when he practically whines. “I asked you a question baby.”

“Fuck.” He whimpers into your ear, hips bucking up into your hand until you force him to stay still with your free hand, “years, since I first saw you in those tight ass jeans.” 

“Guess we better start making up for lost time.” It’s somewhat awkward given the lack of space in the back of the impala, of which Dean’s bulk is taking up most of, but you drop to your knees and take him in your mouth with no warning. 

Dean throws his head back so hard he smacks it against the window but it hardly deters him from letting out a broken moan. “Oh, fuck yes. Just like that baby,” he starts to babble, one hand gripping the front seat of the impala like a life line as the other snakes around the lay on the back of your neck. 

Suddenly his hips buck up once more, causing you to gag and pull back, your hand once again pressing down on his waist to keep him still. At the loss of your touch his eyes fly open, looking down at you in desperation. “You wanna cum? Then be a good boy and stay still,” you command. 

To your surprise he nods frantically at your words, “promise. I’ll be good. I’ll stay still, just please touch me.” There’s a slightly pathetic need in his laboured words that has you impatiently taking his cock back into your mouth, suddenly desperate to pull more of those noises from him. 

You can feel him struggling to stay still below you, his thighs trembling as you bring him rapidly closer to the edge. Swirling your tongue over the tip of his throbbing dick, you take notice of the way his body suddenly tenses, pulling back a little as he cums on your tongue. 

Your hands massage his thighs gently and you give him a few seconds before you pull away, swallowing as Dean watched the action with wide lust blow pupils. The impala reeks of sweat and sex already and is filled with sound of you both attempting to catch your breath. 

Suddenly Dean’s pulling his jeans back up and you only experience a few seconds of confusion and hurt as he awkwardly opens the door. Though he’s quick to assuage you as his hands tug insitently at yours, trying to pull you towards the motel door even faster, “bed, now.”

You don’t fight against that and you definitely don’t fight when he all but shoves you onto the mattress in your temporary room, ducking to his knees before you and tearing your pants down your legs like a man possessed. 

You’ll apologise to Sam for the noise in the morning.

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Could you write something for this gif? This is my first Supernatural request 🥹

I haven't written for Dean or Supernatural in ages. Thank you for the request!

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Stupid

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Things had been quiet recently, which was an oddity in and of itself when you thought about it. But you'd simply enjoyed the time with Sam and Dean, getting closer to the two brothers that had saved you from a Demon many moons ago.

The problem with that closeness was that now that they had a hunt, you didn't want them to leave. You were terrified something would happen and you wouldn't be there to help. You'd been dancing around asking them to take you with them all day.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked the third time you paced by the library door where he was gathering research materials.

Your brows shot up as you feigned a look of surprise. "Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

He just looked you over for a moment before shaking his head with a shrug and turning back to his work. Sam was too perceptive, you needed to find Dean.

You'd been avoiding him, not wanting to say goodbye to the older Winchester. Don't get it wrong, you loved Sammy, but you were in love with Dean. You weren't quite sure when it happened and you weren't about to make any midnight confessions or anything but you couldn't help but worry for him in a completely different way. A deeper way.

And gods it annoyed you. Stupid Dean with his stupid smile and his stupid flannel and his stupid love for pie. You leaned in the doorway of the garage and watched him give one last look over Baby. You traced a tongue over your lower lip as your gaze ran over his stupid perfect form. Stupid.

"Who's stupid, sweetheart?" that deep voice rumbled as Dean poked his head around the hood to look at you.

Oops. You must have said that out loud. "Me."

He frowned and wiped his hands off on a rag before moving over to you. "Don't."

That was all he said, but it was enough. He didn't like you saying anything negative about yourself. You shrugged and grasped onto the edges of his flannel where it hung open. "You be careful."

He studied you for a moment while you just stared back. Finally, his gaze softened as he smirked. "You'll do everything we tell you. You'll stay at the hotel while we hunt and you will answer every call from us. And you will be ready to leave in thirty minutes."

It took a minute for you to realize he was inviting you along. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He cupped the back of your head in his hand and pressed a kiss to your temple. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

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Jensen Ackles and Kat Graham

[whimsyfinny]

He’s a Winchester

Chapter 1

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It's been a long time since (Y/n) and Dean's paths have crossed. Last time they saw each other it was ‘98 and they were young and living in the moment. Nine years down the Line, their paths cross again, but (Y/n)s longest kept secret is about to become Deans reality.

Slow burn (ish), mom!reader, eventual smut

Warnings: language, mention of drugs

Chapter Word Count: 2330

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A/N: wooooop new series! I'm trying something new with this one! As a mom myself I loooove reading mom!reader fics, so I wanted to write my own. It's a slightly shorter first chapter, but the following ones should be longer. Any feedback is greatly appreciated, reading your comments makes my day ❤️ and of course, this is proofread only by myself so pls pls let me know of any errors! I really hope you enjoy it. I also didn’t write this at 2am for once so brownie points to me hahaha

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Chapter 1

“Come on, (Y/n)! You have to tell me all about it! What was he like? Did you kiss? Hold hands? Where did he take you?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the rapidfire questions spewing from Kats mouth. Kat, the stunner sat opposite me with perfect dark skin and the inability to have a bad hair day, was my closest friend. We lived on the same street, drank at the same bar and both hated this small, slightly judgemental town equally. We bonded over the similarities in our lives - like both of us having fallen pregnant at a young age and being dealt the hand of having to raise our kids as single parents. Life was fucking hard sometimes (well, nearly all the time), but my son, Levi, and Kat, made this life worth living.

“Jesus Christ, ok! The date was ok.”

“Uh oh. ‘Ok’? That means it was awful, right?” she raised an eyebrow.

I took a gulp of my coffee.

“The date was ok. But he was…. Seriously not my type. He was too…perfect?” I winced as the words left my mouth, fully aware of how utterly ridiculous that sounded.

“Girl, ‘too perfect’? What the fuck kind of excuse is that?” Kat snorted slightly into her latte.

“I know, I know. But he reminded me of a Ken doll, ya’know? With his white jeans and his Armani sweater over his shoulders - that’s not really… me. The dude gets more manicures than I do. Plus he drives a Fiat Panda. Levi wouldn’t be caught dead getting in and out of one of those.”

“You can’t use your sons taste in cars to dictate the men in your life. That’s a low blow and you know it.”

“Ok then, you go out with Robert and tell me about all the kale facts that you never wanted to learn.” I leant back on the couch, clutching my coffee with both hands to bring some warmth to my fingertips. Kat did the same opposite me, leaning back in the plush armchair as we both took a second to glance out of the large café windows. This was our happy place, right here. It was the place we would come to when we first met and the boys were still in diapers. It was our happy place for the last nine years, and we would come here for every situation: be it a breakup, a catch-up, to discuss terrible sexual encounters or dire situations that need insane back-up plans. But we mostly came here to people-watch. Being the young, single moms that we were, we were constantly under the scrutiny of the small town, having every decision judged by the perfect Jeep-driving soccer moms and the old ladies from church. When we came here, to sit by this window in these comfy-as-fuck couches, it was our turn to do a little judging.

“Vicki Priestley isn't fooling anyone with those sunglasses,” I said, taking another sip of coffee as I watched the thin peroxide blonde across the street repeatedly wipe her nose with the back of her hand.

“Right? We get shunned for…well… fuck all, yet that Paris wannabe can snort coke on a Tuesday school run and everyone turns a blind eye? What a joke.”

“Amen to that,” we watched her for a few more seconds as she climbed behind the wheel of some monstrous four by four and sped off down the road.

“Did you hear that Mrs. Harris caught Mr. Harris with a young mistress? Apparently she works at the bank.”

“Oh my GOD yes I heard!” Kat exclaimed, leaning forward, “and as revenge she put Nair in his shampoo - he's completely hairless, even his eyebrows are gone.”

We both snickered as we raised our mugs.

“To Mrs. H for taking no shit.”

Conversation flowed as topics ranged from the new dessert parlour that opened last week down the road to the extortionate price of kids' Motocross gear.

“I mean the bikes are so tiny, why do they have to cost that much?”

“You're preaching to the choir babes, Toby just outgrew his boots for the third time this year,” Kat grimaced at the thought of how much money she'd spent already.

“Ouch, they're like what? Eighty bucks a pair?”

“Yup.”

“Yeah well, I had to get Levi a new helmet after that little dickhead from the tournament last month crashed into the side of him. That boy was more upset about the stickers he lost than the bruises he got,” I shook my head with a smile on my lips. Kat did the same.

“That's a tough kid you've got there.”

I sighed.

“Yeah I know. Despite never having met him, he's so much like his dad. It's a little concerning actually,” I laughed nervously, instantly regretting bringing up Levi’s father in front of Kat. I glanced up at her, taking a sip of my coffee in an attempt to hide behind the mug. The wiggling of her eyebrows being an indicator of her impending wrath.

“That man is the reason why you’re never satisfied with your dates. He set that bar waaaay too high.”

I scoffed. “He did not. We were young and he just swept me off my feet a bit, that’s all; with that ‘give ‘em Hell’ attitude and handsome face. Plus he had a great car.”

“Last time you said his face was ‘gorgeous’,” Kat cupped her face and fluttered her eyelashes, puckering her lips. I threw a sugar packet at her which she batted right back at me.

There was a moment of quiet as we both looked out the window again, my mind unable to stop itself from racing through old memories.

“Do you think he’ll ever come calling?” Kat asked, some sincerity to her tone. I sighed and slumped back further on the couch.

“I highly doubt it. He doesn’t even know that Levi exists. I tried calling him a few years back but some guy John W. had that number instead. I gave up after that. Plus, he had this kinda dangerous job, and normally if he showed up it was because something was going to go down,” I paused, looking into the dark liquid in my cup, “It’s probably a good thing that he hasn’t just shown up.”

“You say that, but you still have that photo you took together on your vanity.”

I shot her a look, pursing my lips and pinching my brows as she laughed, knowing she'd stumped me there. I quickly downed my coffee and checked my watch before standing and grabbing my bag.

“Come on, let's stop interrogating me and go pick up the boys before all Hell breaks loose at the track.”

“Mom it wasn't my fault, I swear.”

I slammed the car door closed and turned to the boy who stood close enough to be my shadow.

I turned around to face him with a stern expression, “so you did do it? After I called that boys mom a liar? LEVI.”

Levi, my son, looked close to tears, his bottom lip trembling.

“Mom, I'm so sorry! I'll never do it again!”

I narrowed my eyes at him before sighing, already exasperated, throwing the car keys into my bag.

“Did you at least stick to the golden rule?”

His answer was a vigorous nod, the tremble in his lip disappearing.

“‘Never throw the first punch; throw the second and finish the fight,’” he recited the words like a prayer.

“And…?”

“‘Always claim self defence.’”

I smiled and ruffled his soft brown hair.

“Good boy. What started the fight anyway?” I asked, guiding him to walk through the parking lot towards that new dessert parlour.

“He said I was weird for not having a dad.”

I looked down at him, eyes softening and I lifted a hand to rub his shoulder. It wasn't the first time he'd had this argument, and it likely won't be the last. Kids can be assholes. “And then he hit me when I said ‘at least my mom's boobs are real.’”

“Levi!” I stopped in my tracks and looked at him, mortified. I didn't even know where to start with that one. “Where-”

“Jamie from math class told me what ‘implants’ were… and he said that Brad's mom had them.”

He looked up at me innocently, and I knew then that he didn't fully grasp what he'd said to Brad - the kid he'd just punched between the eyes. I sighed for the umpteenth time and started walking again.

“Whatever, just… don't say that to anyone again, ok? You're gonna make me look like a terrible parent.”

“Ok mo- whoa! Look at that car!” It was Levi's turn to stop dead in his tracks as he stood in awe of the sleek black car parked by the sidewalk.

A black Chevy Impala.

“Oh wow,” my words came out slightly breathless, my mind suddenly racing to him and the conversation I'd had with Kat earlier that afternoon.

“So cool!” Levi gushed, walking up close to it but not close enough to touch.

“Yes, very cool. Now let's go inside before they run out of ice cream,” I ushered him to the door, reflexively looking over my shoulder, not knowing if I even wanted to see who could possibly be in the area.

The bell jingled as we walked in and Levi ran up to the counter, pressing his forehead to the glass. My eyes scanned the menu and I was pleasantly surprised to see they served coffee.

“What do you fancy kiddo?” I ruffled his hair again and waited for him to decide, and it wasn't long before he'd made up his mind. After ordering, we headed towards a small table-for-two at the edge of the room, and as Levi slumped down in his chair something familiar caught my attention.

A voice.

My heart quickly became erratic in my chest and my palms grew sweaty. I looked in the direction the voice had come from and was met with a slap in the face from memory lane.

There he was; the same wicked grin and mischievous eyes that had burned themselves into my memory. He dressed the same as he did nine years ago - right down to the necklace and leather jacket. He was engrossed in a conversation with another man, who looked slightly younger than himself, all whilst digging into a stack of waffles.

“Mom?”

The sound of Levi's voice snapped me out of the stunned fog I was caught up in and I quickly sat down, trying my best to focus on my son and not the man who was sitting only a few feet behind him. Levi looked like he was about to ask another question when a giant chocolate sundae and a coffee appeared at the table. I heard the waitress challenge Levi to finish the whole thing, but it was like I was listening to the world through water. My mind wouldn't stop racing. He's here. Do I talk to him? Will he remember me? Do I tell him about Levi? I hurriedly pulled my phone from my bag and sent her a hasty message before turning back to the boy in front of me, convincing a smile to appear on my lips.

“If you have room in that black-hole stomach of yours then you definitely could've finished your veggies earlier at dinner.”

He smirked slightly, like he always did when he knew he was getting away with murder, and it almost took my breath away. I saw the same smirk grace the lips of the man in the booth behind him. The mans gaze shifted to the side and when his eyes met mine - the same vibrant twists of green and gold that I have tattooed on my memory - I sucked in a sharp breath, my heart leaping in my chest as I tore my eyes away. I clutched my coffee cup, staring intently at the dark swirling liquid, praying to anyone or anything that I'd find the answers to my troubles in the bottom of this mug. The prickling on my skin was unshakable, like his eyes were on me and I was trapped under his intense observation, unable to breath. Minutes felt like hours, and eventually he and his companion stood before heading to the door. The moment they were gone with the bell signalling their departure, the air gushed from my lungs as I dropped my head into my hands, earning myself a confused look from my son. I offered him a reassuring smile which he accepted before returning to shovelling ice-cream into his face.

Just when I thought I was safe, I looked up and locked eyes with him. Our eyes locked through the window just as he opened the car door, leaning on it. It was like time froze, and for a few moments, despite my earlier urgency to not make eye contact, I was now unable to look away. My breath caught in my throat as a smirk pulled at his lips before he ducked down into the driver's seat, slamming the car door closed. I found myself chewing on my bottom lip as he tore out of the parking lol, that familiar rumble of the engine practically rattling the windows and, despite the noise, it was a comforting sound.

Once they were out of sight and the impala could no longer be heard, I sighed, pushing my hair off my face and running my hands through my hair. As Levi polished off the last of his ice-cream, my phone buzzed on the table. Opening it and reading the message, a small wave of relief washed over me as Kat confirmed that Toby would be at his dad's for once so she could come over to drink wine and discuss very important topics. She hasn't got a clue what I need to vent about yet, but I feel like tonight is going to be a very long night.

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— BORN FOR LOVING YOU

REQUEST : “Omg do you think you Could do the whole gets caught reading smut but with Sam instead please!!!” — @bookobsessedfreak

PAIRING : sam winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : dean winchester

WARNINGS : nsfw(18+), fluff, smut, fingering, praise kink, pussy slapping, cum kisses, unprotected sex (Sam’s too smart for that, no smooth brains allowed), rough sex, dom!sam, awkwardness

WORD COUNT : 5.3k

A/N : surprise for the sam girlies! title from big thief’s song. i never imagined I’d end up writing for sam, but hey, he’s so silly, I loved writing him. saw the book Chasing Love by Kat T. Masen on an Instagram reel LOL and it inspired this. I hope this is what you were expecting <333

Sam knew you loved reading. He never asked what it was read despite the obviously exotic covers on the books you carried around.

He stared at you when you opened them up shamelessly in front of him, watching the expressions on your face. He noticed when you’d bite your lip at a certain page, the slack-jawed focus when you really settled into it, the consideration as your eyes trailed away after rereading a section, and the confusion that furrowed your brows at other times.

He thought you looked cute. The blush that settled over your face was hard to hide, as the soft locks of your hair curtained your face. Other times you’d giggle, a sound that he loved hearing from you, and you’d slam the book down, startling him and Dean. Then, you’d compose yourself with a polite smile and a clear of your throat when Sam raised a brow at you. When Dean tried to take the book from you to see what excited you, you’d snatch it up off the table away from his grasp and he’d stick his tongue out at you before refocusing on the movie he was watching on his laptop.

Sam liked those moments: while he was absorbed in his research, you were reading and giggling, and Dean would roar out a laugh at the videos he’d watch. It was comfortable to be surrounded by his girlfriend and his brother, at peace for a few moments at least.

You were secretive about your books at first, and if it wasn’t for Dean, you never would’ve started to be comfortable about it.

Dean was like a brother to you and you loved him to death.

He found out about your book when he dug into your bag after you asked him to take a shirt out for you after your shower. When he felt the hard surface of a book, he was intrigued. Why would you carry around a book in your bag? He’d never seen you read, never saw you write in a journal, so he pulled it out for a quick peek, but he instead began to read the book which was underneath the stack of shirts you kept inside.

You’d stepped outside the bathroom in annoyance, shouting at Dean for taking so long. You stared at Dean with wide eyes and red face when you saw the familiar book in his hands. He’d closed it and then laughed at you, settling it down deep inside your bag, before handing you a shirt.

“You and Sammy must have lots of fun…” he’d joked thoughtlessly, then he grimaced when you snatched the shirt from him with a glare. “Actually, I don’t wanna think about that,” he frowned and shook his head, turning away when you silently asked for privacy.

“I’m never asking you for a favour,” you grumbled, throwing the towel to the floor when you put her clothes on.

“What? Why?” Dean complained, turning to look at you carefully. “So you read porn? Whatever, man! Have you seen the magazines in my room? Or the porn I leave open on Sam’s computer?” At that, he snickered and you gave him a pointed look, starting to brush your partially dry hair to detangle it.

He sighed and sat down on the bed in front of you, biting his lip as he thought about what to say. You were pretty shy sometimes, but feisty, he didn’t know why you’d be ashamed or embarrassed about porn. It’s not like you were a virgin, or like you and Sam hadn’t done the deed plenty of times.

“Do you really think me or Sam actually care that you wanna read stuff like this?” He asked, watching you slowly move your gaze to his. “Sam has porn under his bed, I’m sure you know, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Neither of us are gonna judge you, okay?”

“I know that,” you chuckled, shrugging. You set the brush down and sighed, thinking about why you feel embarrassed by it when you know how weird Dean’s taste in porn is and that Sam isn’t as much of a prude as everyone thinks he is. “I guess… maybe I’m not very comfortable with myself and sex.. I don’t know, it’s weird,” you admitted, chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“Hey,” Dean said, getting you to look up at him, “that’s fine. You just gotta get used to it, and uh, seriously, don’t hide what you like, okay? I’m sure it’ll make stuff between you and Sam… uh, spicier? Ah, shit, that’s gross.. maybe uh, more transparent? You know what I mean,” Dean rambled, slapping your knee very hard.

You laughed and shoved him away, considering his words as he got up with a chuckle to get back to cleaning the guns.

That was the start of your journey with being comfortable about sex. It really made you feel better. At first, as you tested the waters, you’d join in on whatever sexual innuendo Dean dropped, he’d been stunned by your lewdness, but he laughed anyway. Sam chuckled softly, for the first time, and it made Dean pick a fight with him for it.

You and Dean became close, definitely started to compete on who could be dirtier, with Sam either uncomfortable or red in the face from the things that were coming out of your mouth. Dean encouraged you, dared you to tease Sam, confident and sultry, until you left him speechless, flustered, and horny.

It was a game for you now, something fun and without shame. You’d never been more comfortable with yourself and sex like you were now, realising and learning things about yourself that you didn’t know and finding out what you liked with Sam.

It brought the two of you closer, somehow, and it was amazing. Sam wasn’t complaining either, at least not when it was just the two of you. It was a whole new level of love and romance you’d reached together, a level neither of you were aware was waiting for you to discover.

So, here he was, sitting in the dark library with your newest book, only a lamp at the table lighting up the text. Dean had gone out to meet some girl he’d been texting for a few days for a quick fuck. You were hanging out with your friends, catching up with them after a long time of not having seen each other.

Sam had gone out to buy groceries in the meantime, trying to get his mind off those books that clearly drove you crazy, but by the end of all the chores—the cleaning, the organising, the clothes washing—he had nothing to do but wait for you to get back.

He scrolled through news articles on his laptop, checked his phone multiple times for any new messages, but he evenly gave up on his restraint. With a long sigh of frustration, he made his way to your room, stared at your neat shelf and picked out the book you’d recently received from one of your girlfriends.

He snorted as he looked over the cover, Chasing Love. He hesitated as he quickly flipped through the book, the smell of crisp, new paper wafting up to his nose. He guiltily turned around after carefully reading the Blurb in the first few pages, walking out of your room with the book in hand.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to read it at first. He kept it beside him as he boredly scrolled through lore, but he’d glance at it in between tasks and his heart thumped in his chest, heat flooding his body.

He squirmed in his seat and grabbed the book without a second thought, searching for the first chapter, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He huffed out a breath and cleared his throat, looking around as if Cas would pop in and catch him in the middle of this.

He slowly started to settle into the book, his laptop shut off after fifteen minutes and he was already absorbed into the book, the words and the characters starting to flow through his imagination.

His eyes trailed away from the words sometimes, replaying the first sex scene in his mind as himself and you. He wondered if you liked it, how it’d make you feel if he did it, and why you never brought any of this up when it was this hot.

The memory of your warm skin beneath his hands and your soft lips moulding against his made his cock stir. He chewed on his lip and continued to read, recomposing himself, thinking of you the whole time.

As he read, page by page, he tried to remember what you looked like when you read this. He remembers the frustration making you frown, irritation making you roll your eyes and set the book down, how you did lots of thinking on certain pages while biting your lip or with disgust written on your face, and the arousal flustering you. He understood now which parts intrigued you and why.

The book was infuriating at times and the main characters irked him, but he couldn’t stop and just wanted to get to the end. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans, and the metallic door of the Bunker’s entrance groaned loudly, snapping Sam out of his daze.

He looked around, panicked and grabbed the book he was reading to hide it in between all the other books on the shelves. He scrambled back to his seat as the door slammed shut and turned his laptop on, settling into his chair to pretend he was still working on research.

His stomach fluttered when you shouted his name playfully, the tune of a song sweetening your voice. You sounded happier, relaxed, and he smiled, standing up to meet you where the war table lit up at the bottom of the staircase.

He greeted you with a kiss on the lips, sweet and quick, but your hands held his jaw in place and you pushed yourself up on your toes to kiss him harder. He moaned softly, pressing his hands into the small of your back so you were squished against him completely.

“Hi,” you whispered against his lips. He gave you a softer kiss and smiled lovingly at you, wrapped one of his arms around you to keep you close and raised his hand to cup the side of your face.

“Hey, how’d it go?” He leaned down to kiss you again before you answered, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek.

“Really great, I guess I really needed that,” you admitted, closing your eyes to his touch. “I did miss you though. I’m so used to spending every second of my life with you.” Your eyes fluttered open and he was already gazing at you, admiring you.

You didn’t always have time to get dolled up with hunting taking up most of your time, and if you’re ever pretending to be professionals, you keep the makeup natural and to a minimum. But right now, you looked fantastic, your beauty was enhanced by colours of your makeup that brought out the parts of you that he adored the most.

On top of that, the dress you wore was sexy and tight, wrapping around your curves and the dips of your body deliciously, your cleavage pushed up so seductively with the bra you chose to wear underneath. You were radiant with happiness and warmth, your shoulders and face relaxed in ways he hadn’t seen in such a long time. Hunting was really wearing you all down, he figured he should consider taking a break, too, with you for a while. Maybe even just one day.

“I missed you too,” he told you gently.

“How much?” You asked with a smirk, pressing your palms against his firm chest and sliding down to the hem of his grey v-neck. He smirked at you, then blushed and chuckled, dipping his chin to avert his gaze.

“Well, I do wanna take all your clothes off now that I’ve admired you in it,” he murmured, looking down at you intently. You grinned up at him, warmth blossoming in your stomach. Your breath clogged your throat when you felt his fingers tangle in the hair at the back of your neck, tugging softly so your head would tilt back. Your flirtatious words died the moment his palm struck your ass, replaced by an aroused yelp.

He leaned down to kiss you once again, with more passion, nipping at your bottom lip until you whined. He palmed your ass teasingly, tugged harder at your hair so your hiss permitted his tongue to slip between your painted lips.

You clung to his hips desperately, your knees growing weak with each swipe of his soft tongue against yours. You pulled away with a gasp unable to breathe as he stole the breath from your lungs, but he didn’t care. He grazed your jaw with his teeth instead, and bit down roughly on your pulse, soft strands of his brown hair tickling your shoulder, making you shiver with desire.

“Please, fuck me, Sam,” you moaned, arching into him as he licked and sucked at the entice spot behind your ear. Your body burned and ached for his touch on your bare skin, your nipples tightened in the lace bra, your pussy clenching and weeping with desire.

He smirked against your skin, “I will, but let me enjoy this first, beautiful.”

You shuddered again at his warm breath tickling your skin, his lips ghosting above your collarbone, traced by his tongue. He pressed soft kisses downward, until he got to your breasts. His grip on your hair didn’t let up and the other hand slid down between your legs from behind, his middle finger teasing your entrance over your soaked panties.

“Oh, fucking fuck,” you whined, squirming in his grasp. He bit and sucked at your cleavage, marking you possessively, and untangled your hair from his hand so he could wrap it around his fist perfectly, tighter.

He pulled away from you completely, all of the sudden, leaving you cold. You forced your eyes open to stare up at him, flushing when his hazel eyes glossed over with carnality. You released his hips to clutch his shirt, readying to remove it from his body.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here,” he told you, his voice dripping with the same lust that washed over his eyes. You moaned before he tugged at your hair again, testing your reaction. You bit your lip and leaned back against the war table, begging with your eyes for him to go through with it.

Sam hummed softly, his fingers grazed your thigh, moved in between to playfully brush your clit over the lace of your underwear. You panted harder and faster with every passing second, his teasing fingers slipped inside your underwear, the elastic waistband stretching around his hand. You parted your legs desperately, your body singing with pleasure as his fingers dipped into your wet cunt, gathering up your juices to play with your pulsing clit.

“You get so wet so fast,” he praised, “it’s so fucking hot.” You moaned his name, felt your orgasm approaching faster than you’d liked, but he rubbed your clit so perfectly, just the way he knew you liked. He tugged at your hair roughly, forcing your eyes open once again when you tensed up the closer you got to finishing. “Come for me, you’re so gorgeous when you come,” he whispered, and you did.

You gasped his name and moaned loudly, quivering as your pussy clenched and unclenched around nothing. It always impressed you that Sam could make you come in less than five minutes. He bit his lip as he watched you, your jaw slack and brows furrowed as you stared back at him. His fingers circled slower, moving at the same pace as the slow of your orgasm.

“I can’t wait to strip you out of this tight little dress.” Sam dipped his fingers down to your entrance, pressed his fingers inside your clenching walls to feel your cum. The slick substance stuck to his fingers and he pulled his fingers out of your underwear and lifted them up to smear your arousal across your painted lips. “I can’t wait to play with your tits,” he murmured, pushing his fingers between your lips.

You stared at him seductively, lost in desire, completely unable to do anything but take what he gave you. You sucked on his fingers, moaned at the taste of yourself, and melted into a puddle of sin when he pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth, mimicking the movement of his cock when he’d fuck your face.

“I can’t wait to bury my cock inside your sweet pussy,” he groaned softly at the sight of you and pulled his fingers away to kiss the taste of you away. He sucked your lips fervently and licked wildly into your mouth, your hands subconsciously moving through his hair to tug almost as hard as he was tugging at yours.

He pulled away and panted aginst your mouth. He let go of your hair and reached beneath your dress to rip your panties off your body. All you could do was gasp. Then he reached up to unzip your dress, letting it fall around your feet. You kicked it away from you, stared at him expectantly and reached for his shirt.

“I need to feel you inside me now, Sam,” you whispered impatiently as you tugged his shirt upwards. He quickly slid it over his head and let it fall to where your dress was, you took the chance to admire his sturdy form. His hard abs became taught with every move and his sleep-pants hung low on his hips, the band of his boxers peeking above them. His hard cock easily tented the flimsy material, it made your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him and your pussy wanted to be stretched and filled. “Take everything off,” you ordered impatiently.

He wasted no time and shoved the garments down his legs without protest while you unclasped your bra expertly with one hand. All your clothes fell into a messy pile on the floor with your dress and ripped panties.

Once you stood naked in front of each other, it became a race of who would make the first move. Sam was faster than you, silencing your protests and subduing you with a hungry kiss. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, a painful type of pleasure that made you so impossibly horny you nearly considered coming on the spot from the feeling alone, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of his mouth.

Hot and wet, he stepped his mouth down to your chest, licked at your nipple and sucked the sensitive nubs until you were squirming. You indecisively pushed his head into your breasts and tugged it away by his hair so he’d lick you somewhere else.

Sam had already made up his mind about how the night would go and he turned you around so you faced away from him with the table beside you. You had nothing to stare at but the dark library. Your heels gave you some help when he reached for the back of your thigh and slid his hand down to wrap around your knee, lifting it up onto the edge of the table.

“You’re so desperate to be fucked, aren’t you?” He teased, massaging the globes of your ass. You twisted your body slightly, leaning over to press your hands flat on the table, your pussy tingling with anticipation of his next move.

“Please, I need you so bad, Sam,” you replied with a moan. He kept his hand on your hip and squeezed possessively. You felt two of his fingers prodding at your wet hole, slowly he pushed them into you and back out to infuriate you and make you needier. The pads of his long fingers brushed over the spongy spot against your walls repeatedly, and your legs shook on the table. With a curse you whispered Sam’s name again, hoping he’ll end the delightful torture as his fingers prepared you for him.

He pulled his fingers from within your heat, replacing them with his hot cock to slide through your folds from behind you without warning. You whimpered pathetically as the head of his cock teased your clit, your heart fluttered excitedly, and you reached back to curl your fingers around the back of his neck to pull him close.

“You feel so good, Sam,” you uttered breathlessly.

“Are you ready for me, gorgeous?” He asked, moving your hair out of the way to drop kisses along your shoulder. You moaned softly at his words, his smirk evident as he brushed his lips up to your neck.

“Yeah,” you whispered, desperately wanting to be filled, needing to be fucked, by him only.

You felt the prod of his cock at your entrance, teasing your entrance with a few circles before slowly pushing in. Your breath hitched and you ached to get closer, but he held you in place with a firm hand on your hip. You pulled at his hair, silently commanding him to relinquish control to fuck you the way you needed to be, but he continued to slide into you slowly, and back out slightly. It was almost enough to make you cum.

You felt embarrassed by how close you’ve been to your orgasm when Sam had barely done anything but graze your sweet spots. It wasn’t surprising, but it always caught you off guard how easily your body gave into him. Right now, you felt like exploding around his cock, the stretch of him around your walls, it all felt unbearably gratifying.

Once he was completely inside you, he barely gave you time to adjust before he began fucking you in earnest. It was quick and hot, the pump of his cock in and out of you. Loud and wet sounds resounded throughout the Bunker, your wet cunt being filled by his cock. It was pornographic.

His fingers dug roughly into the soft flesh of your hips, red stripes following his nails the harder he fucked you. He held you up with his arm around your waist, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, overwhelming your senses with endless pleasure. You all but moaned out your pleasure like a porn star, unashamed and so, so happy you two were alone.

The sounds just ripped out of you and he rewarded you with harsh bites wherever he could reach. His fingers found your breasts, squeezing and kneading, plucking your nipples and pinching them until you cried out his name begging for him to give you more.

His hot breath left your skin warm and damp, but it felt so good, he’d grunt your name into your neck, against your nape, until you felt tingles running up your spine. Sam was complete sin. His hips smacked loudly and roughly against your ass, too. The pain he made you feel was just a thin strip compared to the pleasure, and it was something he had mastered to drive you insane.

You didn’t need much more to orgasm and he must have known, he knew you so well. He dropped his hand from your breasts and smacked your clit so hard you walls tightened around him in surprise, and you whimpered loudly. A dark chuckle from Sam followed a second slap, but he soothed your swollen clit with messy circles that drove you over the edge to your orgasm unexpectedly.

“That’s right, come for me,” he whispered. His cock throbbed and twitched while you screamed his name. Your walls clamped down around him, and he continued to rub your clit as your arousal dripped down your thighs. “You’re all mine, baby… Fuck, I love you,” he grunted as he came inside you. He pushed himself as deep as he could, and the tip of his cock touched the deepest parts of you when he swivelled his hips with a moan, desperate to claim you. It drove you to your third orgasm, hot spurts of his cum filling you up erotically.

“You’re so sexy,” he praised, removing his fingers from your now sensitive clit. Your lungs burned and you tried hard to recover, but you were a puddle in his arms. All you could do was catch your breath and be astonished by your boyfriend’s ability to make you come with a few strokes inside you, and just with the feeling of his cum warming up your insides.

“Jesus Christ, Sam,” you said hoarsely. He laughed breathlessly, lovingly kissing the bruises and bite marks he left on your neck and back. “That was amazing,” you said with a smile, relaxing into him some more. He pulled off you instead, and you gasped when you felt his cum slide down the inside of your thigh. You clenched your legs to stop anymore from leaving you, and looked up at him.

He was glowing, his cheeks were pink and his lips were swollen and red. Why’d he make sex hair look so hot? His skin glistened with sweat and his muscles flexed with every little move he made. You were sure he could make you come again with just that look in his eyes, teasing and loving, slightly amused, but very arrogant.

It’s like he knew what you were thinking and was thinking it too.

He leaned down to kiss you, softly sucking on your bottom lip. You instantly reached up to thread your fingers through his hair, kissing him with as much passion as he poured into you. His fingers trailed up the inside of your thighs and he groaned softly, prying your legs open to shove his cum inside you.

He pulled away from your lips and got down onto his knees to kiss your pelvis, then your thighs, and you opened your legs to give him room. He fingered you slowly and you clung to his hair and onto the table to remain steady, whimpering when he sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth.

“Fuck, Sam,” you whispered, letting him angle your hips to shove his tongue into your pussy. He licked the mixture of your cum with a moan of satisfaction while his nose teased your clit. You could feel the slow and painful build of another orgasm as your pussy stretched around his tongue.

Unfortunately, he stood up and took your face in his hands to kiss you. You moaned in surprise, submissively allowing him to push his tongue into you. You tasted your release and his as soon as he did and your mouth watered. He tilted your head back, his tongue invading and exploring your warm mouth until the taste of the two of you had diminished.

He pulled away with a heavy breath and smiled down at you, watching your eyes flutter open. “Let’s get ready for bed,” he suggested, pushing strands of your hair away from your face. You licked your lips, same as him, and nodded, but first wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’m gonna shower…” You murmured, pulling away from the embrace. He nodded and chewed on his lip. “Meet you in my room?” You beamed up at him and slowly pulled away, walking in the direction of the restroom.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll wait for you,” he smiled, reaching out for your arm to tug you back into him and leaning down to peck your lips. You laughed into the kiss and he finally let you go.

He picked up your clothes from the floor and started making his way to your room, putting on his clothes and putting yours in the hamper. He cleaned himself up before starting to prepare your stuff. Then, he waited for you in your bedroom with the lights on, preparing your bed, some clean clothes for you to sleep in, and even brought you a water bottle in case you needed it.

You returned quietly, flushed from the heat of your shower, wrapped only in a towel. He smiled at you when you called his name softly and got up from the bed to kiss you again. He admired you with a soft expression on his face when he pulled away. Without makeup, you still looked beautiful.

“I got everything ready for you, then we can do whatever you want,” he told you, tugging the towel out of its place. You laughed softly, letting him steal it from you so you could get changed.

“Thanks, Sam, I really appreciate it.” You got changed and looked around your room out of habit, boredly taking in your space to make sure you could actually relax. But you noticed that your books were slanted and fallen over to the side, one of your books was missing.

You stared at it thoughtfully, pulling your top over your head, trying to retrace your steps of the day for when you had misplaced it. When nothing came to mind, you asked, “did I put my book somewhere else?”

Sam’s jaw clenched and he froze, looking past you and at the shelf. He internally facepalmed and then shrugged, his heart racing nervously. “Um…” he started, then shifted, moving his hair out of his face. “Yeah, I don’t know, maybe,” he mumbled, averting his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck.

Your brow rose at his suddenly strange behaviour, but you thought nothing of it at first. You hummed thoughtfully and made your way back to Sam, who was still acting shifty, even as he handed you a water bottle. You took it silently and narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. He didn’t look at you at first, not when you opened the bottle slowly, or when you took a few gulps of it.

He pretended to busy himself with the sheets, lifting them up for you to sleep, but you knew now. He had something to do with it. So you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you, and said, “Sam, I know you know.”

He broke easily, with a shy laugh. Instead of continuing to deny it, he looked down at his hands and nodded, “fine. Okay? I was curious about why you like them so much and I wanted to know what about them kept you excited… so I read a few chapters, and I wanted to try some stuff out… which you ended up liking,” he said the last part flirtatiously and your mouth dropped open in surprise.

You closed it and laughed, then pulled his face in for a kiss. He quickly dominated you, sucking on your tongue, making your breath hitch. You tugged at his hair and slid into his lap when he grabbed your hips and tugged you forward.

You pulled away from Sam’s sinful mouth, curiously and breathlessly asking, “you only read a few chapters?” He dove back in for a kiss and bit your lip sensually. He hummed a yes and then released your lip from between his teeth.

“Why?” He asked, a smug smirk on his face.

“You know why, there’s a lot more I thought was hot while imagining you doing it to me,” you replied shamelessly. He snorted and looked up thoughtfully, his thumbs sliding over the waistband of your underwear at the same time.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up slightly to make you fall onto the bed so you were laying on your back beneath his firm body. You puffed out a breath of surprise and smiled at him brightly.

“I should go get the book then.” He kissed your flushed cheek, then added, “I should consider reading all your favourite books. Don’t you agree?”

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Joining the club | Jen Beattie x reader

Summary; 2023 and the start of 2024 seem to have something in common already; everyone in the WOSO community seems to be getting engaged. And when you bring this up to your long term partner Jen, it seems she has nothing to say, or does she….

Pairings; Jen Beattie x famous!reader

Words; 2.5k

Warnings; pure fluff, swearing

A/N; It seems to be the season of getting engaged and even though I am way off getting engaged and very very single, I thought I would pretend and imagine that I was getting engaged to the one and only Jen Beattie. There is also a lack of Jen fics on here and I feel the need to write one for her. Enjoy!

First it was Steph and Dean all the way back in January. Lynn and Marley finally did it back in May. Then in June it was Emily and Kat, and Katrina and Clara just a few days after. Kristie and Sam finally revealed theirs from September after months of teasing. Chloe Kelly and Millie Bright got it within the same week, sharing photos with their partners around christmas. And finally a surprise from Ellie and Daan on the first day of a new year. 

It seemed 2023 and now 2024 was the time for engagements in the world of women’s football and you were quite caught up in all the news. 

“Oh my god babe, another one!” You let out a gasp as the post from Ellie and Daan popped up on your instagram feed, stopping your pre-dinner scrolling as you paused and assessed the picture. It was from a few days ago, and you were seeing it now because you had been away with Jen and her family, avoiding social media to spend time with them and only now catching up. 

“What?” Jen’s voice called from the kitchen, you jumping up from the couch with your phone and running quickly into the kitchen. 

“Look.” You aggressively shoved your phone into her face and she adjusted to the bright light as she tried to look at the photo. 

“Oh wow, congrats to them.” Jen smiled quickly before turning away and back to the food on the stove. You frowned at her quick response and disinterest at the post.

“Do you not think it’s funny?” You asked with a small laugh from beside her. 

“What is?” She asked whilst moving around the kitchen to find the rest of the ingredients for your dinner. 

“That everyone in the footballing world seems to be getting engaged at the moment?” You asked again and she didn’t respond with any excitement, again.

“Oh, guess I didn’t notice.” She shrugged and continued to stir the pot. You opened your mouth to talk again but she got there before you. “Could you grab me some bowls, love?” She asked while keeping her eyes on the pan. You paused for a second before grabbing two clean ones from the dishwasher and placing them next to her. “Thank you.” She smiled at you briefly before beginning to dish up the pasta that was now done. 

“You’re welcome.” You snapped out of your trance and silently moved to grab some glasses and the wine from the fridge. She waited for you to finish pouring your drinks before she grabbed both bowls and headed for the couch, you following close behind her. 

“What are we watching tonight, love?” Jen asked as she sat beside you on the couch, now both holding your dinner and the wine glasses on the coffee table. 

“I don’t mind, you pick.” You shrugged before taking a bite of your food and now it was her turn to frown at you, normally you always took control over what to watch together. 

“You okay?” Jen asked simply and you nodded silently while eating and staring at the screen in front of you. “ Okay, how about Bridgerton? We still haven’t finished season two.” She suggested and once again you nodded silently from beside her. 

You weren’t sure why you were feeling slightly off after Jen’s reaction to the post and your comments, but you still snuggled into her on the couch after finishing your pasta and wine.

The episode finished and you could feel the both of you drifting off after a long day. Jen had been back at training after winter break and your schedule had been hectic since returning from time off. You were an actress and your new movie was about to come out so all the promo shoots and interviews were now in full swing, though you were grateful it began in London so you could still go home to Jen every night.  

You met Jen a few years back at an event in London you had both been invited to, catching her eyes from the other side of the room and instantly knowing you had to go talk to her. You knew who each other were, an actress making her name in the world and a famous sports star who silently followed each other in their respective lines of work. One conversation and you knew there was something there, and so did she. You both knew it would be hard with your professions and the distance you would have at certain times, but you wanted to make it work, somehow keeping it from the public eye for two years before hard launching it on your anniversary and sending both sets of fans into a frenzy. 

“Ready for bed love?” Jen spoke softly into the dark living room, smoothing your hair softly. 

“Definitely.” You yawned and sat up, rubbing your tired eyes as Jen stood up and held a hand out for you. You smiled at the gesture and met your hand in hers, pulling yourself up and making your way to your bedroom together. You both had already showered when you got home earlier so all that was left to do was to brush your teeth together. 

Your night routine was almost the same every night, no matter what was going on in your separate lives, you always spent those last few minutes together before crawling into bed. So once you both finished in the bathroom, you hopped into bed on your chosen sides but made your way closer to the middle and each other, Jen opening her arms to you as you laid your head on her chest.

“Sorry I’ve been quiet, tired.” You mumbled into the darkness against Jen as she drew small circles against your back. 

“It’s okay, me too.” Jen looked down at you to meet your soft eyes. 

“I love you.” You smiled and snuggled into her chest once more, eyes drifting closed. 

“I love you too.” Jen placed a kiss against your head before closing her own eyes and drifting asleep. 

The topic of last night's conversation was mostly forgotten in the morning, or at least it wasn’t brought up again between you too. That didn’t mean it wasn’t brought up with different people. Jen arrived at training and as both Steph and Beth walked up to her, they could tell something was on her mind. 

“You alright there Jenny?” Steph bumped her shoulder as herself and Beth joined her sides. 

“Hmm? Oh yeah.” Jen nodded at them but went silent straight after. 

“You sure?” Beth dragged out her words and brought her face as she could to Jen’s, their height difference proving to be a little difficult.

“Yeah, just thinking.” Jen tried to brush them off again but these two were persistent and she knew she wasn’t going to get very far if she didn’t tell them. She stopped her walking and sighed before speaking. “Last night, Y/N brought up how it seems like everyone’s getting engaged at the moment, and I didn’t really say anything back. And then she seemed upset for the rest of the night, but she said she was just tired, which I know she has been, but I also think I might have upset her in some way.” She let out in almost one breath as Steph and Beth tried to process her words. 

“Well she’s not wrong, especially in the last few weeks.” Beth added with a shrug. 

“Do you think she’s ready?” Steph ignored Beth’s comment and looked at Jen.

“Well, I wasn’t sure before, but after last night I think she is.” Jen looked between the two of them. “Just the way she was talking about it and then when I didn’t really say anything…” She trailed off and looked down. 

“I think she’s ready.” Steph spoke with a smile. She had watched from the beginning of your relationship with Jen just how happy you were with one another, and how easy the relationship seemed even when spending time apart due to work. 

“Are you?” Beth asked sincerely, her and Steph awaiting Jen’s reply. Jen was silent for a few seconds, bringing her eyes back up to look at her best friends. 

“I bought the ring like 2 months ago.” She mumbled but they still heard it and instantly started beaming at the Scottish woman. 

“You sly little bastard.” Beth punched Jen’s arm softly as they began to walk again so that they wouldn’t be late for training. 

Throughout the whole day the three of them, mostly Steph and Beth, were coming up with ideas on how she should propose but Jen kept shooting them down. She wanted it to be private, special and a surprise, so anything that involved taking you out somewhere would instantly make you suspicious. 

While Jen had been conversing her thoughts and plans with her best friends at training, you were in your head all day thinking about last night. Which wasn’t really helping especially when you were trying to film press interviews all day and talk about your movie. 

You could have talked to your co-stars about it, after all they had become close friends while shooting and now being with each other everyday for promo, but the only person you really wanted to talk to was Jen; it was always Jen. 

Jen got home long before you, taking her time to deep clean the flat and cook dinner for you once again, knowing you would be exhausted from your long day of work. 

She didn’t hear you opening the door and making your way through the flat, she had been vacuuming with her headphones on and dancing around your bedroom. You stood in the doorway for a few minutes after spotting her, admiring her and waiting for her to see you. And when she did, boy did she get a fright. 

“Ah fuck!” Jen almost jumped out of her skin when she finally turned around and spotted you lurking in the doorway, using one hand to remove her headphones and the other to turn the vacuum off. “How long have you been standing there?” She dropped the vacuum and began to walk over to you. 

“A few minutes. I was admiring your hidden dance skills.” You smiled and stood up straighter, welcoming her into a hug like you do every day. “Hi.” You mumbled into her shoulder. 

“Hi love.” She pulled back and leaned in for a soft kiss. No matter how many times you kiss Jen, it feels like the very first time all over again, even after 4 years. “Busy day?” She asked as you parted, taking in your tired expression. 

“Busy day.” You nodded and smiled at her. “How was training?” You asked as you walked hand and hand to the kitchen. 

“Good, good to be back with the girls.” Jen smiled at you before letting go to retrieve dinner from the oven. You stood at the counter, simply watching her as she moved about wrapping up dinner. “Go put something on, I’ve got it.” Jen smiled and placed a kiss on your temple before ushering you to the lounge room.

“Okay bossy.” You laughed before making your way to the couch and switching the TV over to Netflix to finish the final episode of Bridgerton. You wait patiently for her on the couch, looking over your shoulder every few seconds to see if she is coming around the corner. 

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Jen is trying to hide her anxiety and nervousness as she plates up dinner and feels her pocket one more time. With two champagne glasses now full and a tray full of food she finally makes her way to you, letting out a final breath before entering the living room. 

“Dinner is served.” She places the tray down on the table and bows which makes you laugh. Your eyes fall on the glasses and you’re instantly confused. 

“What’s with the champagne? Decide the wine wasn’t good enough?” You joked and she let out a small laugh shaking her head. 

“Some nights are a little more special than the others.” She cryptically says and has you even more confused but you leave the comment alone and hit play on the remote. 

You eat dinner together while watching the episode, silently watching with a bit of commentary along the way before cuddling up after eating. The episode finishes and you can feel Jen’s heart beating particularly fast, her fingers are nervously playing with one another and she hasn’t spoken in a few minutes. You sit up silently and look at her, she doesn’t look at you. You’re about to fill the silence when she beats you to it. 

“You know how much I love you, right?.” Jen rushes out and leaves you slightly bewildered. 

“I know. I love you just as much.” You reply. “What’s wrong?” You bring your hand up to brush her hair back into her low bun. 

“I’m about to do something and I hope you don’t think it’s random and forced because it’s not and I’ve been thinking about this for a long time and I didn’t want to make a massive deal about it because it’s just you and me and that’s all that matters.” Jen speaks in one long breath and you need a second for your brain to catch up but before it can she’s pulling you up off the couch with her and standing in front of you. She holds your hands in hers and looks directly at you. 

“Wha-” Before you could even think about finishing your sentence, a giant gasp leaves your mouth at her next action. She drops down to one knee whilst still holding holding your hands, smiling up at you as tears well in your eyes. 

“My love, I could go on and on about how much I love you but you already know. There is no one else I would rather spend the rest of my life with, no matter where it shall take us. So,” She let go of your hands, you bringing them up to your face and hers reaching down into her pocket. She fishes the small, black box out, opening it to reveal a sparkling ring and looks back up at you. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you-” 

“YES!” You interrupt her before she gets to finish causing her to laugh and shake her head. 

You just stand there admiring her as she gets up and removes the ring from the box. She brings your shaking left hand from your face and slides the ring on. Your jaw drops at the ring before you jump into her arms, causing her to react quickly and grab hold of your legs. “I love you so much Jen.” You cry into her shoulder as she holds you before you lift your head up, meeting your eyes with hers before pulling in for a kiss. 

The rest of the night is spent in one another's arms just admiring each other and talking softly with each other about the rest of your lives while wrapped up in your sheets.

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characters I write for

twilight

Edward Cullen

Alice Cullen

emmet Cullen

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SCREAM

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gilmore girls

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Dean Forester

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Lane Kim

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Richie Toizer

Harry potter/wizarding world

Theodore Nott

Mattheo Riddle

Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

Cedric Diggory

Harry potter

Ron Weasley

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Violet Harmon

kit walker

Zoe Benson

Kyle Spencer

Madison Montgomery

Jimmy darling

James march

Euphoria

rue bennett

Jules vaughn

maddy perez

cassie howard

lexi howard

kat hernandez

Fezco

Elliot

Nate Jacobs

chris mckay

Scott pilgrim VS. The world

Scott pilgrim

Ramona Flower

wallace wells (x male reader)

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Random

Rodrick Heffely-Diary of a wimpy kid

Patrick bateman-American Pyscho

Jesse Pinkman-Breaking bad

Peeta Mellark-hunger games

Finnick Odair-hunger games

Nanno-Girl from no where

Danny Jenner-Jeepers Creepers

Kat Stratford-10tihay

Patrick Verona-10tihay

Cameron James-10tihay

Dave Lizewski-Kick ass

Charlie-the perks of being a wallflower

jennifer check- jennifer’s body

Tim LaFlour-senseless

Robin Buckley-stranger things

glen glantz-nightmare on elm street

Request are open

[deanoheartspie]

Something RED 6

Pairings: Reader x Soldier Boy (Ben)

Warnings: None.

Summary: you knew soldier boy since you were young until the man had gotten tested he had become a whole different person. So when he comes back after Crimson and other supes send him away, it makes him angry

A/N: I love hearing your thoughts! So share what you think.

Edited?: no I'll edit all the mistakes tomorrow. 10/31

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Ben had sat at the picnic table devouring his sandwich like it was going to leave him. He had been acting a little weird, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it until he cleared his throat.

“You know, Blondie the rip-off version of me? I'm his dad”

A small laugh left your lips and you shook your head, “That's a great joke”

Ben on the other hand didn't laugh, not one bit for the first time he looked dead serious which made you gasp “How is that possible...?"

“I get called into Vogelbaum’s lab for an experiment, some stupid shit about genetics. I basically beat my meat into a cup.” he stated very short, he ran his hands through his brown hair and sighed.

“I'm in a tough spot here yeah?”

You awkwardly nod, it did make more sense for Homlanders issues now... You were in no position to tell Ben what to do and neither was Hughie or Butcher if they found out.

“Am I the only one that knows?” you ask wondering who knows already and who you'll have to deal with.

Ben nods “That stupid shit is really mine. He's got a goddamn cape for Christ's sakes” he cringes and shakes his head disprovingly, before downing the rest of the whiskey bottle when smuggled into the basket when you had announced that you both were going for a picnic.

It grew silent. There wasn't much else to talk about it, honestly? It felt kind of weird knowing this information but then again... You were curious to what path Ben would choose. The team or Homelander?

“You should lay off the drinking, I can't exactly carry you back the motel” you teased trying to lighten up the mood, “Also back to what your were saying, what's wrong with a cape? They are pretty cool unless you have a boring looking one”

Ben gave you a side glanced and looked at you in disgust. “Y/n. It's a goddamn cape. It's just stupid.” he mutters his point and you raised a brow.

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“What the fuck is wrong him ay?” Butcher points to Ben who looks like he's conflicting all his life choices.

“Soldier boy you betta not be rethinking our agreement.” The bearded man kicked, Bens foot which nearly ended in a cat fight between the two.

“Butcher leave it alone im handling it.” you said sternly growing annoyed that she had to snap at these men like the we're children for gods sakes they are grown men!

“I talked to blondie on the phone today” Ben tells you before you left the room, stopping in your tracks and turning around.

“You what?!”

“I told him I was his father and all the bullshit.” he said waving around his blunt as he talked.

You were stunned. Annoyed but stunned. Did he know what homelander was like? Because shit like this was going to get them killed.

“Now I need to go tell Butcher this, stay here and I swear to god Ben don't touch anything” you were stressed and on your wits end at this rate. So much was happening and it was all going to fast.

“Butcher. We need to talk.”

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[kdogreads]

Happy Birthday, Dean

Dean x Reader smut

Summary: It’s Dean’s birthday and you’re celebrating by doing his favorite things: drinking beer and having sex.

Warnings: 18+ only content, very little plot just smut lol, please let me know if anything needs added here

Word count: ~1300

A/N: I can’t promise I’ll keep posting content this frequently, but right now I am on a smutty roll lol. For now, please enjoy our birthday boy’s gift ;)

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Dean never wanted to make a big deal about his birthday, but you just couldn’t resist. You surprised him with some beer and snacks, and a few small wrapped gifts. A Kit Kat bar, Slim Jim, thrifted silver candlestick (to melt down into bullets), and a 5-pound bag of salt. He said he didn’t want anything but giggled like a school boy the whole time.

Sam and Eileen left the bunker shortly after the festivities concluded, adding a few gifts of their own. They were smart enough to know you two wanted some alone time.

As soon as the door shut, Dean walked over to you, took your beer out of your hand to set it down, and planted a warm, hungry kiss on your lips. You smiled into his mouth.

“Happy birthday to you,” You began while you worked on the buttons of his shirt. Dean’s eager hands grabbing your hips.

“Happy birthday to you,” You slid his shirt down his shoulders while he slid his hands under your own and pulled it quickly over your head.

“Happy birthday dear Dean,” He made quick work of the clasp on your bra and discarded the thin garment to the floor, pushing you up against the large table in the library. His rough hands lifting you easily to sit on the cool, wooden surface, pausing only to squeeze your round ass.

His hands moved to your breasts while he exhaled a sharp breath, cupping them and kneading them in his large hands. You crashed your lips to his and tugged the waistband of his jeans.

Moving frantically and sloppily you undid the button and unzipped the fly, shoving his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. Dean followed suit and undid your jeans in record speed, his lips never leaving yours, and lifted you slightly with one strong arm so you could slide your pants and panties off and onto the floor.

Your folds were already dripping in anticipation, wanting Dean inside you filling your walls with his rock-hard cock. No other man could make you so desperately horny and wet without even touching you. The looks he gave you and dirty thoughts he whispered into your ear throughout the whole party had you biting your lip to keep from crying out all night.

Dean grabbed your hips and pulled you to him, his hard cock rubbing against your already throbbing clit. His hot breath danced down your neck and you threw your head back in ecstasy as he nibbled on the soft spot just above your collarbone.

He lined himself up with your entrance, one hand guiding it into your core and the other tangled in your flowing y/h/c hair. Your hands grabbing at his shoulders and the short hairs at the base of his neck.

He slowly slid himself into you, filling your wet center with his large member. He moved so slowly your body started aching for more of him. You gasped and let out a low moan as his hips met the inside of your thighs. A deep groan escaped from Dean’s throat.

“Happy birthday to you,” You sighed out as he pulled himself almost all the way out, leaving only his throbbing tip inside. You met his emerald gaze and dropped a hand to brace yourself on the table.

“Happy birthday to me, indeed,” Dean hissed as he slammed back into you. You inhaled sharply as the force of his hardness made your warm walls shutter.

He began thrusting in and out of you strong and steady. His arm held onto your waist so he could keep pounding into you while the other yanked on your hair, tugging your head back with it.

He sucked and kissed your neck leaving little red marks and pulling rhythmic moans out of your throat.

Dean let you out of his strong grip and pushed your stomach back until your back was flush with the table. He threw your legs over his shoulders before looping his arms around them to grab on both hips with a strong, powerful grip.

This was your favorite way to take him and he knew it. The new position made him fill you in an almost unbearable way. With each thrust he slammed into your sweet spot making you see stars and feel your walls begin clenching around him.

Within seconds you felt the white hotness of the most intense orgasm take over your senses. Dean smiled a wicked smile and began circling your clit with his thumb, never breaking his demanding pace. You shook in his grasp and rode the waves of pleasure through each thrust before coming back down and gathering your senses again.

“Fuck, Dean,” You finally breathed out, “God you fuck me so good.”

Dean let out a primal grunt in response and grabbed your right leg, sliding it back down to rest on the table so he could have easier access to your clit.

He continued plowing roughly into you, smiling as he watched your face twitch in intense pleasure.

“Cum for me, daddy, please,” you begged, wanting to feel Dean’s warm liquid spill out inside of you.

“Fuck,” Dean grunted, “Gladly, baby. But not yet.”

You dropped your head to the table while Dean worked eagerly on your clit. He circled it with his fingers and moved you in all the right directions.

“Dean,” you moaned, “Dean please I can’t- I’m s-so close.” You had barely recovered from the first one before you felt your walls tighten again, another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins.

You let out a loud moan and yelled Dean’s name over and over until the spasms inside you finally slowed down. He fucked you through the waves and dragged your intense pleasure out as long as he could. You could barely tell which way was up by the time your fingers stopped clawing into Dean’s strong forearms, and you let out a raspy, “Fuck.”

“That’s my good girl,” Dean cooed into your ear, pulling you up from the table and holding you close to him, “Such a good girl cumming all over daddy’s dick.” Still thrusting himself into you, just slower and more methodically.

You tangled his hair in your hand and ran the other down his back, scratching him with your nails the whole way down.

“Please, daddy. Please cum inside me,” You breathed into his ear, “Fill me up, daddy, please.”

Dean’s pace wavered for the first time as you felt his muscles tense up. He growled into your neck and let out a string of curse words. He tightened his grip around your waist as you felt him spill out inside you, filling your walls with his sticky warmth. You gasped into his ear as the new sensation sent shivers up your spine.

“Fuck, y/n,” He hissed, “God I love your tight pussy, baby” He kept thrusting into you, slowly tapering his pace, trying to ride every wave of pleasure he could deep inside you.

You sighed as he slid himself out of your sore, throbbing folds. His eyes met yours and he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss. He held you tight as if he wanted to savor every single moment his skin felt yours.

You smiled contently as Dean grabbed his discarded t-shirt to clean you both up and plant another warm kiss on your lips.

“Happy birthday, Dean,” You whispered into his mouth, a smile creeping onto your face

“God, I love birthdays,” Dean exhaled and smiled.

“But you’re supposed to let me take care of you on your birthday!” You responded in protest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“We’ve got all night for that, baby,” Dean bit playfully at your neck and you let out a squeal in surrender.

Dean stepped back and extended his hand to help you off the table. It took a moment before you regained your balance.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” you told Dean before turning in the direction of the bathroom. You kissed his lips one more time and squeezed his arm.

“I’ll meet you there, sweetheart,” Dean responded with a wink. You laughed lightly and headed on your way.

It was going to be a long night and you couldn’t wait.

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[thatfanficstuff]

Gif drabble using the above, with Geralt of Rivia or Dean Winchester?

What a brutal GIF. My heart hurts already. Here you go friend! Hope you like it. It's been a minute since I wrote for Supernatural.

Hide-n-Seek

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader

When you heard someone in the bunker, you assumed it was Sammy coming back from his simple salt and burn. You were wrong. So wrong.

You froze when you saw Dean, unable to believe he was standing in front of you. He grinned and his eyes flashed black and you knew instantly this wasn't your Dean. Pure sickening terror flooded through you.

"Honey, I'm home." That sinister edge in his voice sent a tremor of fear along the length of your spine.

It was enough to get you moving. You couldn't get past him to the exit, so you needed to find your phone and a weapon. Then you needed to hide somewhere he hopefully wouldn't find you.

You grabbed your knife and phone from your room before heading to Sam's. You ran into the room, quietly shutting the door behind you. After a quick look around, you wedged yourself between his dresser and the wall in the corner of the room where you couldn't be seen from the door.

You sent a text to Sam then shut the phone off so it wouldn't give you away and shoved it in your back pocket. Tears ran down your face, but you clenched your teeth to keep from making a sound.

"Come on out, Sweetheart," Dean's voice echoed through the halls. "I just want to talk. It won't hurt. Much." With every word he grew closer.

A sob of fear tore through you, and you slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle any noise. You tried to stop. Tried to be brave and stoic but the love of your life was going to kill you and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it.

You weren't a hunter. You were a researcher. You took care of their home so they had someplace to come back to. You knew how to defend yourself if needed but not without the arsenal that was usually at your disposal. Your knife wasn't going to do shit against a demon.

The door eased open and you held your breath. His heavy boots stepped into the room then stopped. There was no sound for a beat then he turned back to the door. Maybe you'd be okay. Maybe Sammy would get here in time to save you.

Suddenly, a large hand grabbed your ankle and jerked you from your shelter. Dean grinned as you struggled and kicked. You slammed your knife into the arm of the hand that gripped you. He snarled, his eyes flashing black again before he grabbed the handle and jerked the blade from his flesh. He tossed it to the other side of the room. "Ouch."

He snagged your other ankle and proceeded to drag you through your home. When you continued to fight and yell obscenities, he dropped your legs. He punched you twice, one landed on your temple and your head swam as pain exploded through your head.

Grabbing your legs once more, he continued to drag you to wherever his destination was. He glanced at you when you whimpered. "Calm down. I just need to resolve a little issue."

You shouldn't ask. You knew you shouldn't. But you just couldn't help yourself. "What issue?"

He laughed, a low, sinister sound, and you flinched. "That would be you. See, it doesn't matter what I do, you're in my brain. Constantly. It's super fucking annoying. I need to do something about that. I need to fix it."

"I'm sorry." What else could you say to that?

"Oh, you will be, Sweetheart. You will be."

[shelbgrey]

🎃💉Grey's Anatomy Halloween Special💉🎃

“This Is Halloween”

Paring: Derek Shepherd x reader, read x multiple characters

Summary: you and Derek go to a Halloween fest with your friends from the hospital. It's all fun and games till someone gets hurt.

Warnings: horror, some gore, not edited.

Greys MasterList.

Halloween is upon us and the hospital loves to make sure we don't forget it. I'm definitely not complaining, I love everything gore and spooky. Dispite our busy schedules we like to at least take a minute to appreciate this time of the year.

If you work on the Peds floor like me and Alex you learn quickly that this floor loves Halloween. This gives the kids something to smile about and do during their stay.

Dispite his protest me and Arizona got Alex to dress up for the kids. Our trio Decided to dress up as super heros which the kids loved. Alex was carrying around a captain America shield and entertaining the kids while I was dressed up like Hawkeye and Arizona dressed up as a female Thor.

“what's up Cap?” I teased as Alex came over to the nurse's station with a scowl. “shut up”

Me and Arizona laughed as he sat his shield down only for a kid to snatch it and run off. Alex who was secretly enjoying it playfully yelled 'hey!' and ran after the giggling kid.

“I love Halloween” I smiled putting a sucker in my mouth. Arizona nodding agreaing as she grabbed a chart and walked off. I sighed happily and set down my fake bow and arrow. Before a could go anywhere a all too familiar voice spoke behind me.

“trick or treat” a small voice said. I smiled and saw Derek carring our son Who was Dressed up like Chucky. I smiled lovingly at my two boys as took out five year old out of his arms.

“what happened to the Harry Potter costume” I laughed remembering our son was indeed Harry Potter early this morning. Derek smiled like he didn't know what I was talking about.

“he said he wanted to be scary so while you were in surgery I took him to the Halloween store” I rolled my eyes and set him down so he could say hi to Arizona and Sofia.

Derek gave me a cheeky smiled as he placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to his body. “have I told you how much I love this costume on you?” he asked kissing my neck. I chuckled and pulled him away.

“children are present... Many of them” he slightly laughed and kissed me on the cheek. He leaned up against the nurse's station next to me and snatched a piece a candy from a bowl that was on the station.

“so I think Meredith and Ameila are planning something for tonight” Derek said breaking off a piece of his kit-Kat and hanging it to me.

“should we be worried?” he chuckled crumbling the wrapper and putting it in his pocket. “I know just as much as you do, I'm just the messenger”

“what about Dean?” I asked as our son ran up to us. “Bailey said she'd watch him”

“momma look” Dean said cutting our conversation short. Dean smiled and held up a little toy sugar skull that glew in the dark. As he played with it Derek came up behind him and fake jumped scared him. Dean giggled as Derek tickled him. Derek laughed to then looked back to To me.

“I'll take him to Bailey, say bye to mommy” Derek said. Dean waved his fake knife with a smile. “bye-bye mommy” I waved good bye then set off to fine our friends.

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“Hell fest has finally arrived!” the report smiled on the TV.

I walked up to the nurse's Station Meredith, Amilea, Callie and Mark were at. “What are you guys watching?” I asked as Jackson and April joined our group.

“shh” mark said not taking his eyes off the TV.

The TV showed Seattle's annual Halloween fest. The place was called Hell fest and it was full of haunted houses and different actors who jump out and scare you.

“but unfortunately the haunted attraction has caused some controversy, with the realistic sets based on actual serial killers and true events. Is it distasteful or just plane Halloween fun?” the report continues.

The fest's advertisements was full of gore and slasher themed custumes. Amilea stared in amazement. “dudes we have to go”

Christina rolled her eyes. “it's just a bunch of cheep rides and haunted houses that aren't even scary. It's a waist of time”

“oh come on yang grow a pair” Mark said acusing her of just being scared. April who wasn't into it all shook her head terrified but she was ignored.

“those places are awesome actually” I added as Derek joined us. He kissed the side of my head and leaned against the nurse's station next to me.

“But the haunted attraction is based on actual events…isn’t that a little bit inconsiderate to the families of the victims?” April asked.

“What, you don't want to be chased around by Ted Bundy?” Mark joked as he fake stabbed Derek with a pen Derek chuckled and pushed him away from me and him as scrolled through my phone looking up the place. I smirked and tapped Merideth’s shoulder.

“Dude we have to go! This place is known to be haunted!” I said Meredith bugged her eyes out in surprise looking at the article. “Awsome”

“yes!” Amilea said looking over our shoulders. Derek just shook his head and smiled at the trio.

April sighed and garbed a chart. “I'm gonna check on my patient” I sighed and looked at April with a depressing look. “Fine we won't go”

Amilea made a fake evil laugh and followed April. “I guess I'll go with... So you don't get murdered by an escaped psyc patient” aprli slugged her in the shoulder as the two disappeared in the hallway.

I then looked at jackson. “And you guys can stay here all along… with the nerves parents and kids who ate too much candy” Jackson sighed and looked at the direction that April went.

Not a second later April’s screams erupted through the halls then a cash sound followed along with Amilea's cackles. The group looked over to where the sound came from with confused looks. April came racing in shaking while Owen followed, rubbing his head while Amilea was with him cackling.

“What happened to you?” I asked, chuckling.

Owen turned to April. “You hit me in the head with an empty bed pan” April whipped back around. “Well you snuck up on me in a dark closet, what do you expect?”

Amilea wrapped her arm on April's shoulder taking a breath from laughing. “Aw, come on Kepner, it's Halloween everyone's entitled to a good scare”

“So are we going or what?” Mark asked. “Going where?” Owen asked.

“Hell fest, you in?” I asked my best friend. Before Owen could answer Merdith butted in.

“We're going, we're just trying to get these two sissies to go,” Merdith said, pointing to Jackson and April. The couple quickly got defensive. “We never said that,” Jackson said, using his hands while talking, probably trying to get his point a crossed.

“Come on Avery it'll be fun” Amilea said. Jackson soon gave in with a smile. He nodded making everyone cheer.

“Hunt you in?” Mark asked. He smiled and nodded. “sounds like fun, sure”

“Callie?” I asked turning to here. She nodded with a big smile. “dude, I've been in for a while.”

After transportation planning and a few added ons(Alex and jo then Merdith convinced Hayes to come with us)we left for the Halloween fest.

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“we made it!” Amilea cheered as the the both of raced in leaving the group behind.

“wait up guys! We still need tickets!” Derek shouted making us sighed and walk back.

The line was long but thankful we were towards the front. “lot of weirdos” Christina mumbled. A guy in a clown costume that was behind her in line tried to scare her. It didn't work and Christina made sure he knew.

“boo, so scary” she said sarcastically and moved over next to Merdith and Hayes.

We all finally got in with our VIP passes and the place was a sight to see to say the least. Before we set off Jackson came up next Mark with a creeped out expression.

“Avery we just got here, what's the problem?” Mark asked. He looked around a shivered.

“please say the ticket guy licked his lips at all of you and not just me?” April scrunched her noise up and Mark started laughing. Jackson never got his answer do to all of us setting off to explore the place.

I looked over to Derek who just took my hand. He looked around slightly board but still trying to look like he was having fun. “this really isn't your thing, is it?” I asked him.

He stopped and smiled. “it's your thing and I'm just happy to spend time with you” he was about to lean down and give me a kiss but a scar actor in clown costume scared us. I jumped into Derek arms and he laughed.

“okay, that was fun” he laughed. I giggled and pulled him along to catch up with the other.

“haunted house?” Callie asked. We all agreed making our way in. Merdith and Hayes went in first cleaning to each other. The first guy that popped out was mad doctor making Amilea jump into Owen's arms in fear.

She pushed him away like nothing happened. “and... That's just insulting” she said pointing at the doctor.

Strob lights and blood surrounded us as we walked into a canbilist farm themed room. The place was based off. The text chain saw mascara movies obviously.

“ew, that looks so real” April said looking at a dummy that was gutted to piece. I looked at it and decided to screw with April.

“that's probably pig intestines, it's what they used in Day of the dead” I said pointing at the dummy. Jackson wrapped his arm around April and looked at me disgust. “how do you know that?”

“same reason I know that I know they used corn syrup for pigs blood in Carrie” I shrugged and derek wrapped his arm around my waist.

Next we walked into a pitch black room. “okay... Something is gonna pop out” Jo mumbled clinging to Alex. “hello?” she yelled.

“they aren't gonna respond” Alex said as he looked around.

Strob light suddenly turned on and a Dr. Satan like man came charging at us with a doctors too from hell. Jo screamed and ran for it while Merdith laughed.

The final room was a back room full of maquines with wolf masks. “one of you are real” Mark mumbled. He successfully made it to the other side without getting scared which made April feel confident to walk through. As she went one of them moved and grabbed her scream bloody murder.

She ran out with Jackson and the rest of us chacing her.

“that was so badass!” Amilea cheered as we made it out to the end.

After that we hit the cheeply made games. Owen and I went up agint each other while Derek and Mark went to a Dart booth. Surprisingly I won and I wasn't gonna let Owen forget it. “yes! Suck on that!” he laughed and gave me the win.

“here you go” Derek said from behind me. I turned around to find my boyfriend Holding a little Teddy bear he won. I smiled and thanked him with a quick peck on the cheek.

Amilea, Christina, and Meredith then came back with giant preziles. “What did we miss?”

“y/n whipped Hunt in a Shooting game” Hayes laughed. “yes, that's my girl!” Amilea said high-fiving me.

“we should go to that IT experience thingy, I saw it when I was getting drinks” Callie said coming up next to me and handing me a drink.

Derek's eyes bugged out in fear from behind me. Amilea noticed and chuckled. No one knew of his fear so we all agreed while Derek reluctantly agreed.

“God, I hate clowns” Derek mumbled. I stopped and grabbed his hand. “We don't have to go in if you don't want to” he shook his head and pulled me along.

“no, you love this movie let's go” I rolled my eyes and tired to stop him but no dice.

We all went to the entrance which had the three doors from the movie. Scary, very scary, and not Scary at all

“not Scary at all right?” April asked walking towards it. I shrugged when she stopped and looked at me for confoation.

“I think we should divide and Concer” Mark said opening the door that said Scary. Callie, Joe, and Alex followed. April went through the not Scary at all door with Jackson and Owen. Hayes walked to the last door that said Very scary and opened it for Merdith. “ladies first” he said. Derek nodded and pushed his little sister forward.

“yup, ladies first” Amilea scoffed and pulled me along. “chickens”

Derek garbed my hand as we walked through a room full of glowing mirrors. It was the same set up from the second film. The light flashed on and off giving it an eary feeling.

As we walked by a Pennywise actor jumped out and pounded on the window. “holy shit!” Derek said grabbing on to me.

“Awsome” Amilea said as she watched Pennywise run around.

We rounded a corner and ended up in the clown room from the first movie. “oh you got be fucking kidding me” Derek mumbled as he watched every single clown making sure one of them wasn't gonna move. All the clown Dolls then started to shake and their eyes glew as we walked pasted.

The next hallway was built to look like a sewer. It lead us to the last room which was covered in blood like Beverly's bathroom. It didn't have any jump scares and it was thast Room.

As we exited we saw everyone was waiting. “that was kinda disappointing” Mark said as we continued to walk around. “yeah I expected a bit more fear” Callie said.

Are walk was cut short as a guy with a chainsaw started chacing another guy. The pray triped and few and the actor fell and the saw went right threw the arm of the fake victim. The guy screamed in pain but at first it looked like an act but april was the first to realize it wasn't.

“guys... That's real”

“oh... Crap” Christina said as Owen and Mark went to help the guy. Owen tried to stop the bleeding while Mark picked up the arm from the pavement.

“We're all doctor, we'll help” April said as she call 911. The dude screamed in pain while the guy who cut the arm off ran away.

The part of the park that we were at got shut down so the paramedics could get through. Mark and Owen who were covered in blood left with them.

“well that killed the mood” Merdith said as we continued to walk after everyone was evacuated from the crim scene. “not really” Amilea said.

“you guys wanna head to the hospital? See what happens to the guy?” Callie asked.

As we walked a guy that was clearly high cackled as he called out his friend's name. He bummed into Callie in the process which didn't set well for her. She chaced after him and I quickly followed making sure she wasn't gonna fight anyone.

Before call could say anything the guy held up a knife to his friend and smile. “hey dude I found one of those retractable knives” me and Callie gasped as the the dude stabed his friend in the head and the knife didn't retract. Whatever drugs these dudes were on must of numbed the pain because they were giggling like idiots.

“I'm beginning to believe this place is haunted” Callie said.

🔺▪️🔻▪️🔺▪️🔻▪️🔺

After bringing the two high friends with Cookies(no, I'm not joking) to the ER the dude with the knife in his head sat on a bed waiting for a head CT.

“we need to figure out of to get the scan without removing the Knife, that thing is probably keeping him from bleeding out” Derek told Amilea.

“I don't even think they know where they are” she said looking at the patient and his friend. Both clearly on something. “and while your at it get a drug test” Amilea said walking towards the CT room.

“hey how's the Leatherface victum?” I asked as Owen passed me. He signed and took his scrub cap off. “he ain't getting his arm back and that guy-”

Owen was cut off by one of the druggies that started shouting out to Derek and Amilea. “Dr. Shepherds! I don't know what the big deal is.. All you got do is pull it out” he yanked the knife out of his friend's head.

I bugged my eyes out as Amilea and derek raced to him as the guy passed out.

“happy freaking Halloween” Owen sighed as he left to check in the patient.

I sighed and left to scrub in with Derek and Amilea. After a ten hour surgery we got the bleeding to stop and the surgery was successful. The three of us walked into the scrub room to get cleaned up.

“well Halloween is officially over” Amilea said looking at her watch.

“November 1st, it's day of the dead” I smiled drying my hands off. Derek chuckled and gave me a side hug. “don't get any ideas”

I shrugged. “I was thinking we could just go home and cuddle but...”

Amilea smiled. “you guys are adorable... It makes me sick” Derek flipped her the bird while giving me a kiss.

“thanks for going tonight, I know it's not your thing” I said wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiled and placed his hands on my waist. “I hade a lot of fun tonight actually”

“good, I love you” I said.

“I love you too”

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : APRIL 2001

The Deadliest Diva 

Are the Women of the Federation Ducking Jacqueline? 

By Brian Soloman

Transcript Below!!!

Today, more than ever in the World Wrestling Federation, women are able to hold their own in what was previously a man’s game. The current roster of Divas contains females who are more than capable of keeping pace with the male Superstars. It’s clear, however, that some are tougher than others. In the case of Jaqueline, it’s entirely possible that she may be too tough for her own good. 

Most serious observers of the mat game consider Jacqueline to be one of the most gifted female competitors around. Her skills and experience give her a clear in-ring advantage among the other Divas. Yet when it comes to getting airtime on Federation programming, or a slot in important matches, it seems that she’s often passed over in favor of Lita, Trish Stratus, Ivory or others. Why does this happen? To longtime fans of the mat wars, the answer is simple: When it comes to stepping in the ring, Jackie sends the other girls running for cover.

Whenever she has been featured on Raw is War, Smackdown! Or Sunday Night Heat, she has succeeded in putting on a memorable match and made a solid showing. Nevertheless, her TV exposure remains limited. It’s entirely possible that those she’s faced in the past–who have either lost to her or won by a narrow margin–had such a rough time that they thought twice about locking up with her again. When’s the last time you saw her engage in an ongoing series of matches with a single opponent? There doesn’t seem to be anyone willing to test her own skills against Jackie’s for an extended period of time. 

“I’m a two-time Women’s Champion, and I would like to move up,” she says. “I wouldn’t mind competing with light-heavyweight guys, like Chyna does. I’m not ego-tripping or anything but right now I don’t have enough competition.” 

Indeed, Jacqueline spent the better part of her early career tangling almost exclusively with men, simply because most women were too intimidated to face off with her. On occasion, she has done the same thing in the Federation. For instance, she challenged Dean Malenko for the Light Heavyweight Championship last year. Perhaps she feels that competing against men is her only resort due to the shortage of women willing to step up to the plate.

When she comes up with the loser’s share of the purse, Jacqueline takes it to the limit. Most of her losses can be regarded as flukes. For example, her loss of the Women’s Championship to Stephaine McMahon-Helmsley a year ago was not for the lack of wrestling skill. Jackie had mattered well in hand against the inexperienced Stephanie, but outside interference from then D-Generation X member Tori was too much to overcome. It’s obvious that most of her rivals feel that those kinds of tactics are needed to beat her. 

“I don’t want to knock the women,” Jackie is quick to point out. “The females of the World Wrestling Federation are excellent athletes. I just want to take it to another level. Until they can find more women who can wrestle my style, let me wrestle guys.”

Each Diva has her own distinct style. Lita employs aerial attack. Trish Stratus and The Kat are more from the cat-fighting, hair pulling school of women’s wrestling. But when it comes to flat-out brawling and taking it to the mat, Jacqueline brings as much intensity and skill to the table as any of the larger male Superstars. In fact, Jacqueline was trained entirely by men in preparation for her in-ring career.

However, Jackie’s not the only Diva who prefers squaring off against men. If there’s one woman in the Federation who most certainly is not ducking anyone is the Ninth Wonder of the World, Chyna. More than any woman in sports-entertainment history, Chyna has held her own against male opponents. In fact, she competes almost exclusively against men, and she was the first female to capture any men’s title when she won the Intercontinental Championship. Yet to date, Jacqueline and Chyna have never met one-on-one in the squared circle. It’s the one piece missing from the puzzle. 

“There’s a height difference between Chyna and I,” Jackie points out. “But I have wrestled guys well over 200 pounds. I think we could go out there and have a h@ll of a match. I think the people would love it. You’d have to put that on pay-per-view.”

The glaring size difference is probably one of the reasons Jacqueline and Chyna have never been matched up. After all, Jackie is one of the smallest competitors on the Federation roster. But as she points out, those who have Underestimated her have paid the price in the past.

The Chyna-issue notwithstanding, the fact remains that Jacqueline has yet to reach her potential as a Federation competitor. Something must happen to shake Federation officials out of their complacency so that she can achieve the recognition she deserves. Few female grapplers in recent history have put together such a lethal combination of beauty and toughness. Though she’s twice achieved Women’s Championship status in today’s Federation there’s so much more for her to accomplish. It’s clear that she’s capable of just about anything, if given a chance.

“I think all the Divas are sexy in their own way,” she says. “But I think people look at me as more of an athlete. I think that’s what sets me apart from the other Divas. I can be sexy too–when I want to. But I’m more versatile than the other girls. I can do it all.”

Jacqueline’s Keys to Victory

Her masterful ring skills give Jacqueline an enviable edge between the ropes. She has proven that she has what it takes to beat any of the Divas on any given night. We at World Wrestling Federation Magazine have analyzed the ring strategies of some of the game’s most dangerous females, and come up with our own suggestions on what Jackie needs to do to get the 1-2-3.

Chyna 

The Ninth wonder of the World would present Jackie with her toughest challenge. Strength and size go to Chyna, but Jackie is a wily veteran with a clear advantage in experience. She would have to avoid going toe-to-toe, and instead must stick and move, focusing on the legs of her opponent. Jackie’s speed would be her greatest asset.

Lita

No one compares to Lita in terms of aerial ability. Jacqueline would have to keep the high-flyer grounded as much as possible. Once on the mat, Lita would be no match for Jackie’s scientific skills and sheer brawling power. Most importantly, she can’t given Lita a second to breathe. 

The Kat

The styles of Jackie and The Kat could not be more different. The Kat may enjoy an advantage in quickness, but that quickness would be of no use against a well-executed power assault from Jackie. She would need to overpower The Kat, and rely on strength more than technique. 

Ivory

Of all the women, Ivory is the only one with experience rivaling Jackie’s. She would anticipate Jackie’s every move. Psychology would have to be Jacqueline’s primary weapon. She would be best served by employing stall tactics and mind games until Ivory lets her guard down. Once she finds an opening, Hackie could move in for the kill. 

Trish Stratus

Recently, Trish has outsmarted Jackie in mixed tag-team matches, using distraction to pin her. A level head would be essential for Jackie to deflect Trish’s psychological edge. Then, Jackie’s experience and athletic advantages could take over. In straight one-to-one combat, the Canadian Diva wouldn’t even stand a chance. 

Molly Holly 

Molly’s edge could be summed up in one word: conditioning. What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in determination, so Jackie would have to formulate a single-minded strategy. She would need to focus on a specific body part, to cripple Molly in some way and take the wind out of her sails.

[emocka]

Letters for the heart

Aether x reader

Plot: Aether died in a crash. It broke you. A peice of you went missing when his eye went blank. But little did you know he left several letters for you.

Note: I figured it was a time I faced my grandmother's passing after 2 years and 8 months. This is for those who are struggling to face the reality of a loved one passing. The rant reader gives is a rant I went through as well. Everyone grieves differently.

Notes:angst with some comfort. Everyone is aged up for obvious reasons, mentions of past violence, and disasters

Final note: caelus is the trailblazer name in atar rail, and someone drew something with both caelus and aether in it

'Come closer' He said cupping your cheek.

You did as he said.

'I'm so sorry kit kat know I love you.' He said before kissing your cheek gently. He hand fell on the bed.

You wailed as the light in his eyes went dull. The monitor flat lining. Doctors and nurses rushed to help him. One nurse gently guided you out of the room.

A few minutes he was pronounced dead. You cried as a nurse led you down the hall to a quiet room.

'I'm sorry for your loss' He said as he sat you down. 'IF you want anything just call'

With that he left you alone.

You sobbed for hours. The reality hitting you hard.

Your husband of 25 years was gone. No more making new memories, no more dancing in the living room, spending time in the backyard watching the rain fall, stealing his jacket before work, it was all gone.

There was a knock on the door. You looked up as the same nurse entered the room.

'I know your having a hard time but they were going to throw these out.' He held up aether scarf and jacket. You lunged out of the chair grabbing them.

'What about his wedding ring?' You asked quietly wrapping the scarf around your neck.

'Would you like his jewelry?' The nurse asked.

'Please' you whispered burying your face in the jacket.

'OK. I'll grab it all.' He left.

You started crying again. Keeping your face in the jacket. You wished you had prevented him from leaving this morning.

The nurse returned.

'Hey, I have his earrings and wedding ring' He said holding them out for you.

You took them thanking the nurse before asking where the exit was.

----

The next several days were difficult for you. You were sleeping on the couch, trying to avoid the bedroom. Your fifteen year old daughter Reyna worried sick. Your sister in law calling, trying to get you to get up.

'Hey mom, look what I found' Reyna said. 'Dad left a letter behind'

You looked at her confused. Letter? She held out a lavender envelope. On it in his handwriting was your name. Reaching out slowly you took it and stared.

'Buts he's dead...this is...' You stared at it more before opening the letter up.

Dear kit kat,

So your probably curious as to why I started calling you kit kat. Well remember the incident back in college? The one that landed you in the deans office with a week suspension?

You fought someone over a kit kat bar. We were at a party that night and you had it in your hand. Some guy snatched it out of your hand and ate it in front you.

I've never seen someone so angry over a piece of candy that they curbed stomped their butt. I almost didn't pull you off him but while he did deserve it I couldn't stand to see you in jail so I pulled you off him. Who knew you had it in you to beat someone bloody.

That night we went to my dorm room and hung out. You were crying due to the time of the month. You were in a lot of pain. So i bandaged your hands then gave you a kiss.

Thats when I started calling you kit kat. You remember what I say everytime you asked for one?

'Kit kat for my kit kat?' You roll your eyes every time i say that line.

I should wrap this up. But know I love you so much.

Your prince,

Aether ♡

You sniffed as your daughter fell on the floor laughing.

'You got into a physical fight in college? Over some candy?!' Reyna laughed more

'Hey, when you're on your monthly and craving something only for someone to snatch it out of your hands, you get down to business and beat someone heads!' You glared at her. 'Where did you find this?'

'I was in the kitchen when I opened the spice cabinet.' She said, sitting up. It was taped on the door. Are you doing ok?'

You nodded a small smile appearing.

'Yea I'm doing ok' you hugged the letter close.

'So what's next?' She asked.

'I don't know...I don't know' you trembled slightly.

'Hey well be ok! I promise!' Reyna said trying to cheer you up. 'Oh I have an idea!'

You looked at the child as she ran off.

----

You were cleaning the living room when you stumbled across another letter. Same colored envelope same handwriting.

Dear princess,

What a night huh? Started off with classes ending in the hospital. Why did we agree to that stupid party?

Oh well hope your head feeling better cause we need to shop for a new table since the one we had broke. We also received a noise complaint from the neighbors. That party was ok. I'm just glad we came home. Though I'm curious as what drove you to asking me to do body shots.

Oh God. You remember that night. You two were alone doing body shots which led to an intense make out session. The table broke under the weight of two people. Aether had managed to protect you but you still hit your head against his hard.

I wonder if you remember what you told me last night. You sounded scared of the future. You asked if we would ever break up. I told you no it wouldn't happen. Your to precious to break up with.

All that aside I think we learned our lesson on body shots and tables. Not to say it won't happen again I did enjoy it ;).

Love you,

Aether

You smiled at the letter and the memory.

'I really miss you,' you said out loud. 'I wonder...'

You looked down the hall at the bedroom you shared with him.

'Should i?'

----

'Hey mom?' You looked up from photo album. 'You said dad left something for me?'

You nodded standing up. Walking over to the desk you pulled open the drawer and collected his wedding ring.

'I want you to have this' you held it out.

She looked at the ring before shaking her head no.

'I want you to have that. Can I redeem it for something else instead?' She asked.

You raised an eyebrow as she pointed at the scarf.

'I want dad's scarf. I have more memories with the scarf than the ring.'

You nodded placing the ring back in the drawer.

'Thanks mom' she hugged you. 'Hey wanna go out to the movies? They have some good one right now'

You hugged her back smiling.

'Yea let's go.'

----

'Hi lumine,' you were standing at the front door.

Lumine had shown up at your door. Why? You weren't sure.

'His things are still in the bedroom.' You stepped aside as she entered heading for the room.

'Where's his wedding ring? I want that.'

'No. Your not getting it. That mine.' You said. 'I gave him that not you.'

'Give me the wedding ring' She demanded.

'No'a voice said. You looked over and saw lumine mom. 'The wedding ring holds many memories for her. For archons sake lumine. The ring is hers. Lets go. Y/n dear? I hope you come by soon. We love you' the two left.

'Mom was that grandma I just saw in the drive way?' Reyna asked walking in confused.

You nodded.

'Your friend willing to let you sleep over? I have to work tonight'

She nodded.

'Yea she said her dad kazuha said it was fine.' Reyna looked at you. 'I can go get a job to help with the bills'

'No. Focus on school and friends. Besides work is making some arrangements for me to do it at home. So this situation is almost over.' You looked at her.

'Mom...I know it's been hard since he passed away. I see how bad it affected you.' Reyna approached you. 'You need a break or help. I want my mom back. The fun loving smart sassy mom.'

You watched as she cried going in for a hug. You accepted the hug.

'Mom just take a break please, do it for me' she mumbled in your shoulder.

Tears streaked your face.

'Please mom' Reyna asked. 'Please?'

'I can't . When the house is empty I feel alone. It so empty without him.'

'I know mom. I feel the same way but he wouldn't want us to be this way. He'd want us to perk up and have fun. Do you want to know what dad told me?'

You nodded.

'A few years ago I asked him how much he loved you. His response? He'd follow you across time. Everytime he looked at you it was like the first day You met all over again. So let live a happier life. His presence is still around us. Let try ok?'

You sobbed as she spoke. Reyna tightened the hug.

'We'll both do it for him ok?' She cried.

'When did you become a therapist?' You asked.

----

Reyna held the shoe box close. What you didn't know was the aether had given her a bunch of letters. She had counted over thousands of them. It was like he was writing every hour of the day.

....

'Rey?' She looked up as aether walked in.

In his arms was a box.

'I want you to have these.' He held the box out.

'What this dad?' She asked taking the box.

'Believe ot or not those are letters to your mom. Would you believe me if I told you I was writing these since I was twelve years old?'

'What? You told me you met in college!?' Reyna giggled.

'Officially yes but what she doesn't know is that I was the child bully in elementary school. I got my kumpets later for that.'

'You use to make fun of mom?' She asked.

He nodded. 'How did it bite you in the butt?'

'In the form of my sister knocking me out' He said laughing

'You got ko'ed by aunt lumi?' He nodded.

'Say Rey? If you ever fall in love, treat them well, ok?' Aether looked at her '. You never know what can happen.'

'AETHER. DID YOU CAN LUMINE?' You shouted.

'Oh darn I forgot it was date night' He ran out of her room.

....

'OK. I'm gonna hide this one on the couch.' Reyna said.

She did just that. Placing the letter in the couch while you were in the kitchen cooking. You found the letter.

Dear kit kat,

As I write this I can still hear the screams and sobbing. This has been a bad week for us. First the bomb threat then the school shooting now it the hurricane.

The shooting and hurricane were the worst.

I can still hear your screams from the hurricane. My heart sank. I know it was scary for the both of us. Hell I cried with you while we we in the tub during the storm.

To make up for the disasters, I'm going to take you on a week vacation. School is closed for the week. Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky and well have decent TV shows to watch. I promise you a lot of cuddles and 'cuddles'

Love

Aether ;)

You recalled those events. You and aether hid in the girls bathroom. You were crying terrified of what was going to happen. Aether held you hand over your mouth lips touching your temple constantly, your head against his chest.

During the hurricane you were both hiding in the tub. Aether was indeed crying but he kept silent while you were screaming. You were so terrified. In the end you both fell asleep in said tub. The only warmth you both had was his jacket. He had put it on you to keep you warm. He was the first to wake up checking on you making sure you were ok.

'Hey kit kat, it's over' He said waking you up gently. 'Lets get out of the tub and in an actual bed.'

You smiled at the memory towards the end.

'Thank for the letter prince' you said hugging it to your chest.

Suddenly there was a knock on your door. You went to answer it.

Opening the door you looked at your brother.

'Hiezou?' You looked at him 'why are you here?'

He didn't answer instead opting to hug you. You hugged him back..

'Mom told me what happened. ' He said. 'I'm sorry for your loss'

'Thanks.' You said.

'I also came by to see my neice.' He said.

'HIEZOU' You jumped at Reyna voice.

She ran and crashed into you and him.

'OK. Lemme go. Hiezou how long you staying?' You asked pushing arms off you.

'Awhile. Not sure when.' He said as you got up.

'OK um-' you started.

'I'll take the couch' He said hugging reyna.

Oh. You left the room.

---

It was half past nine and you were staring at the bedroom door. You want to go in but your were panicking. It was becoming too much.

'OK y/n' you whispered. '1...2...3!'

You swung the bedroom door open, taking a deep breath you walked in. Looking around the room was the same. Aether desks clean and organized, your desk slightly messy. One side of the room was filled with stuffed animals. Your wedding photo hug by the bed which was shoved in the corner. Next to it was another picture you in a cheer uniform him in his college volleyball uniform. He had you up in his arms. It was the day you two got engaged.

He had gotten down on one knee after winning a volleyball state championship. You said yes. You recalled him saying you'll marry after graduation.

Walking over to the bed you grabbed the picture hugging it close.

'I hope your in a better place'you whispered before lying down in the bed.

That night Reyna snuck in the room to place a letter under the pillow. She came out only to be caught by hiezou.

'Its a long story if your curious' She said looking at him.

'I love stories so tell me in the living room' He smiled.

----

You groaned as the sun peeked through the window. Turning around you slide your hand under the pillow behind your head. You felt it. Opening your eyes more you pulled the letter from the pillow. Smiling at the letter you opened it.

Dear kitten,

I'm going to kill that guy! He had no right to ask you about your body. And he didnt see the ring?!

I'm sorry he made you insecure. I know you don't want to be touched right now. Maybe we can discuss this tomorrow. I think I'll surprise you with something special.

I'm gonna head to bed soon. Hopefully you'll be up for a hug tomorrow.

Love you,

Aether

Oh that's right. That did happen. Some dude kept asking about your body commenting on your chest and how small it was. You remember crying as aether told him for the hundredth time to stop it. When it came to the comment about your chest aether had socked the guy in the jaw. The guy was out cold on the floor while aether rushed you out. You did not want to be touched after that comment. Aether respected that opting you stay next to you. The next morning he was sleeping in his own bed. So you crawled over to him. He had a small smile on his face as he pulled the comforter over your heads.

'Sleep in kitkat' He said before planting a kiss to your head.

----

'Mom?' You looked at Reyna. 'Can i have dad's jac-'

'No' you said.

'But-' She began

'No.'

'Why? You have his ring.' She said. 'I want his jacket.'

'Too bad I said no' you glared at her.

'I want the jacket mom. You don't even wear it. I want it. Just let me-'

'You have his scarf.'

'So I cant have his jacket too. Why so attached to it?'

'Why are you asking for it?'

'I don't know. Why are you attached to it?'

'Were you the one who was hiding in a girls bathroom when shots were fired? Hurricane causing you to fall asleep with him in the bathtub? Three earthquakes? Two floods? The night I announced we were expecting? When I was giving birth? Oh what about the college dance? He was wearing that jacket during those events. That jacket hold many memories both good and bad.' You glared at her. 'I won't let you have it.'

'Mom it just his volleyball jacket from college'

'Yea and? It holds a lot of memories. You not getting it and that's final' you left the kitchen.

She stood there dumbfounded. Over a piece of clothes? She just wanted it cause why not?

So she decided to do something she never done.

----

You were at work when she took it. Former nurse turned dispatcher. Answering emergency calls.

'Hey y/n?' The trainee asked 'I have someone on the line about to give birth'

You switched over to the line guiding them through the process.

'Oh I did it!' The person said as you heard cries. 'Here babe. You did it.'

You smiled as tear pricked your eyes.

'Ma'am?'You heard the women. 'Do you know any good boy names.'

'Oh no. My husband and I had a daughter. Never got around to having another child.' You said a few tears falling.

'Oh.' The was a pause before she asked. 'What was his name?'

'Aether Caelus' you said.

'Oh.' You heard the male in the background 'those are wonderful names'

'Aether it is' you burst in to sobs at that.

'Are you ok?' Your co worker asked.

You nodded hanging up on the call.

'Its so hard! How do you process a death?! Especially when you were suppose to tell him your were expecting?!'

'I processed my mom's death by writing letters, and going to therapy.' She said. 'How have you been coping?'

'I've been finding letter around the house lately' you sniffed taking off your ear piece 'the dates start from college. I've found four so far.'

'Reading them help?' She asked.

'It just takes me down memory lane' you said.

'Do you feel better after you've read them?' She asked again.

'Yea' you looked at your coworker.

'Start there and go' She smiled. 'It'll get better'

----

'Hey mom...'you looked at Reyna. 'So I did something bad'

.....

She lost the jacket. She took it off. One moment of was on her desk the next it was gone.

Reyna went into full panic mode.

'Reyna? What wrong' tomo asked her.

'I lost my dad's jacket. The one my mom wouldn't let me have' she panicked. 'That jacket hold meaning for my mom'

'What does it look like?' He asked concerned.

'White and gold with the number 4' she began. 'It has dad's last name on it'

'What's his last name'

'In college it was Caelus.'

He nodded.

....

'You took it?' You asked quietly. 'Despite my saying to not?'

She nodded sobbing.

'Fine. Your grounded. One week no tomo' you said.

'What did i-' tomo started

'No Tomo!' You glared at him.

'No Tomo' He left.

'I'm gonna finish dinner. Go do your homework' you said turning back to the stove.

'O-ok'she left.

You finished cooking serving a plate for Reyna. After you called her to eat you went to the bedroom to cry.

Reyna sat at the table looking at the food.

'I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much it meant.' She left the table food untouched. Heizou entered the house the moment she left the kitchen.

'You ok?' He asked her.

'Heizou? How important was dad's jacket to mom? How many memories does it hold for her?' Reyna looked at her.

'Too many to count. The first memory of the jacket happens to be the first time they actully talked. You mother accidentally knocked him out with her baton.' Heizou smiled.

'Huh?'

'Its a long story' He said sitting down 'wanna hear it?'

'Yea' Reyna sat back down.

'Freshman year of college. We were in week two'

....

Aether sighed.

'Lumine why?' He asked her.

'I don't know. Mom said it.' She replied twirling her hair. 'Come. Their about to start the baton twirling.'

'GO ARCHONS!' They looked over at the cheerleaders. They were in a giant pyramid. 'And down. SLOWLY PEOPLE! THAT HOW WE BREAK OUR LEGS'

You were at the top of the pyramid listening to the captain. You looked behind you to see the guy arms out waiting for you. You fell backwards into his arms.

'Thanks' you said getting on your feet.

'OK girls when you have finished disassembling grab a baton.' The captain said helping girls down.

'So why are we here watching this? I have practice in a hour' Aether watched you. 'Is that y/n?'

Lumine looked at him.

'You have hearts for eyes. Yes it her. You saw her last year.' She said rolling her eyes. 'Just go talk to her. She probably forgot about the whole bully situation.'

'I dont like her. And o was making dun of her' He looked at lumine. 'You know how kids pull on girls hair because they like them?'

'Really? So you teased her to the point of crying?' She asked raising and eyebrow.

'OK I'll admit i took it too far but regardless I had still do have the biggest crush on her.' He said staring at you.

'Weird way of showing it' lumine muttered punching his arm.

'Ow what was that for?' Aether asked rubbing his arm.

'Just go talk to her.' Lumine smiled.

'OK girls you can practice tossing and catching. I'm gonna take care a of a few things. Feel free to leave when it's five thirty.' The cheer captain said before leaving.

The squad stayed talking and tossing the batons. Aether sighed before standing up from the bleachers.

'Come on. I need to go talk to the volleyball captain. He said he has my jacket ready.'

Lumine looked at him.

'Yea ok.' She sighed standing up. They retrieved his jacket.

'Oh and don't forget physical' the coach said.

The two started walking from the office. As you had tossed the baton up in the air twirling around.

The next two seconds slowed down for you both. Aether looked up as you stared in horror.

'Look out!' You shouted.

Aether just stood there as the baton hit him.

'Oh my archons I am so sorry!' You ran over to him. 'This is my fault.'

You started running a mental checklist.

'He conked out.' You brought your phone out calling heizou.

Heizou came and with his help you managed to get him in the car. Heizou threw a fit when aether woke up throwing up.

'NOT MY CAR!' Heizou shrieked.

'Oh shut up.' You replied smacking his shoulder. 'We both own this car. I'm the one paying the insurance. Mom and dad gave it to both of us for college. Shut your gay ass up and PAY ATTENTION! YOU IDIOT!'

Heizou swerved to avoid a crash. Aether whimpered at the movement before blacking out.

'Hey its ok' you said quietly rubbing his head.

'How do you know im gay?' He asked.

'Were twins. Trust me I've known since we were 12' you replied. 'Plus your crush on the next door neighbor kazuha'

---

'OK so he has a concussion. Luckily it's a mild one. All you need to do is make sure he's getting rest.' The nurse said.

You nodded.

'OK here a list of mods he can take to help with a headache' you took the paper. 'You two have a great day.'

The nurse left.

'Your pretty' Aether said.

'Thanks. Let's go back to campus. Heizou took the car so I'll order a rideshare' you smiled at him before unlocking your phone.

......

'What other memories?' She asked.

'Well I think she and your dad had their first kiss at a theater. From what I saw he had given her the jacket cause it was cold. There the shooting that happened. Now that was scary. Um earthquakes, hurricanes, proposal, day of your birth, school dance, the fight,'

'Fight?' Reyna asked.

'Your dad got into a fist fight with someone at a bar and landed in jail for it. Your mom bailed him out. He was very protective of your mom. To the point that he got suspended three times.'

'What was the fight about?' Reyna looked at him curious.

'Remember what we're always teaching you? About being safe whem drinking?' He asked smiling.

'Yea, im not an adult though'She replied confused.

'Ah ah ah. What's the rule?' He gave her a look.

'Any thing I drink can be spiked soda, water. If i suspect its been apiked report it.' She sighed. 'So?'

'Someone spiked your moms drink on thier third year anniversary while they were at a bar. Aether noticed she was acting out of sorts and tracked down the person after he got her to the hospital. That fight got him a two week suspension jail and off the court for one game' heizou looked at reyna. 'He was serious about her safety.'

'I see'reyna looked at the floor. 'I see why the jacket is important.'

'Want help finding it' He asked.

'Please.'

-----

You were sleeping when heizou snuck in.

'Hey sis' He whispered 'I found it. Had to pay up money for it.'

Heizou placed the jacket on the bed.

'I know your hurting and trying to hold on to what you can. And that's fine but I think his death is taking you down. Mom says you haven't been to visit her. She say your throwing yourself into your work.'

You stirred slightly adjusting your position. Heizou went quiet as you mumbled.

'Aether...I miscarried' a few tears escape. 'I'm sorry'

Heizou took a deep breath.

'We should sit down and talk about it' He sighed quietly leaving the bedroom.

Reyna snuck in after him placing a letter on the jacket.

---

You woke up the next morning tears streaming down your face. The dream you had felt real. You were talking to him, telling him.you miscarried. The kiss felt real.

But the kiss wasn't. Sitting up you looked around before spotting the letter and jacket. You lunged for the items. Hugging the jacket you looked at the letter. Putting the jacket down you opened the letter carefully.

Dear princess,

I know your feeling really depressed. I did research on postpartum depression and pulled a plan for us. What your going through breaks my heart. I see how it affecting you. It's why I helped you bathe. I know you were embarrassed about the whole thing but I don't care. I just want my precious wife to be happy.

I'm going to ask my sister to take Reyna for a few days. I think we could use some time alone. Maybe catch up on sleep, watch some TV. That one Kdrama you haven't watched for a while released a new season. If you want we can also go out to eat.

I know I can't experience what your going through but I do know you need support. I'll be that support.

Love,

Aether

You smiled going down memory lane.

.....

'Hey kit kat can you come with me?'Aether asked.

You had just put Reyna down for her nap. Your face was stained with tear streaks. You nodded following him.

Aether took your hand guiding to the bathroom. The shower was running. You cried embarrassed for letting yourself go.

'Hey don't cry' He cupped your cheek. 'I want to do this. Come on. Let undress.'

Aether kissed your cheek as he helped you in the shower.

You guys were out an hour later. Aether was Towel drying your hair.

'You want to braid it? Curl it?' He asked as he ran his hand through your hair.

It was mostly dry now.

'Curl it please' you said quielty.

'OK. Let me get the hair dryer and curler.' Aether planted a gentle kiss on your head.

He climbed off the bed and went in the bathroom to retrieve said items among a few other things.

Aether had a hair routine that you occasionally followed. Returning back he went behind you and started the routine. After running the dryer he started curling it.

'Hey princess. What do you want to do tonight?' He pulled at the newly made curl gently, making it fluffy.

'I want take out and sleep.' You replied enjoying the warmth from the curling iron. 'When did you learn to use a curling iron?'

'Watching you' Aether pinched your cheek gently. 'We can do take out.'

You hummed in response as aether continued. After awhile he finished your hair.

'There all done. How does my pretty girl feel now?' He asked unplugging the curling iron.

'I feel somewhat alright.' You said as aether put everything away.

'That better than not being ok' Aether turned off the bathroom light. 'Anything in particular sound good?'

You shook your head no.

'OK I'll choose food. ' He grabbed his phone. 'You rest. I'll be back. Kiss.'

You gave him a kiss as you pulled the blankets up to your neck.

'Thanks Ae' you looked at him.

'Your very welcome princess.' He smiled before you closed your eyes.

....

'Thanks for that' you whispered hugging the letter.

You sighed quietly, slipping the letter in the drawer next to the bed. You got off the bed, walking over to the door.

Heizou opened it.

'Can we talk?'He asked.

'Sure. What happened?' You looked at him.

'Its about aether and his death' heizou looked at you 'moms worried, our cousin is worried, lumines worried'

You scoffed at lumines name.

'She sure seems worried. She wanted the wedding ring. I don't know what she took'

'She wanted the ring because she wanted to do something for you. She knew how much aether meant to you. She said she had his volleyball ring, high school graduation ring. Not the point though. It's about how your handling it. So start talking' He gave you a look.

You sighed.

'Fine wanna hear me rant?' You asked. 'I'll rant. I'm mad that I didn't stop him from leaving that morning. I'm mad at him cause now I have to raise Reyna by myself, he broke the promise to always be together. I'm upset the doctors gave up on him,'

Heizou listened as you started rasing your voice. You were turning red. He knew what you were going through.

Suddenly you started crying

'Im alone, raising a 15 year old daughter. I had a miscarriage and wasn't able to tell him, he's going to miss Reyna important life events, no more midnight walks, everything is gone' you looked at him tears streaming down your face.

'He may be gone but he's still in your heart. A part of him is in Reyna as well.' Heizou pulled you forward wrapping his arms around you. 'I know it's been difficult. Everyone watched you two as the love you guys had bloomed. While I know I don't understand his death, I do understand how bad it affected you. But you need help.'

You nodded.

'And as your older brother-'

'You ten seconds older' you said.

'As your older brother I demand we go to therapy' He said.

You thought about it before nodding.

'Ok.'

'Good cause my therapist wants to see you today' He said.

----

'So you two are twins' the therapist said. 'Ok, y/n?'

You nodded.

'Lets dive into aether death.' She said as the session began.

You talked. Heizou was in the lobby so he didn't see the scene.

'Ever since he died letters have been showing up' you looked at her.

'Tell me about these letters' you pulled out a letter as she asked.

'There letters from him. The dates are different. But each letter talks about a different event. This one talks about the affects after giving birth to our daughter' you held it out.

The therapist took the letter.

'May I read it?' You nodded.

'How do you feel about these letters?' She looked up from the letter.

'Honestly...it helps. I like that i can see what his thoughts were on some things.' You held your hand out for the letter. 'I can go back to the past in a way'

She handed you the letter.

'Ok' you watched as she wrote something down. 'Well continue this in two week's. Send in your brother. He's next'

You nodded standing up.

----

You waited in the lobby as heizou talked to the therapist. You were scrolling through your phone looking at photos and videos. You stopped at one vidoe and looked at it. You hit play.

'Hey aether?' You asked. 'You promise we'll have an eternity together?'

Aether looked at the camera.

'I promise. Celestia can't tear us apart' he said. 'No matter what'

'Swear?'

He was nodding.

'Cool! Bet you can't poke your tongue out cross your eyes and look down at the same time?' You said giggling.

He did that causing you to laugh.

'Hey that's not fair!' He whined.

The vidoe ended as you smiled.

'Ready to go?' Heizou asked.

You looked up nodding.

'OK. Lets go. Reyna still at school right?' You nodded. 'OK wanna go hang out? It's been year since we did sibling stuff. We can go to the mall, movies, whatever you want'

You gave it some thought.

'Mall sounds nice.' You said standing up. 'Lets go'

He smiled as you both left the building.

----

'Seriously? I thought I his it really well' hiezou said.

You laughed.

'It was obvious. The way you stared at him made it clear.' You said. 'That how I knew you were gay. But I love you as you are gay or not.'

'How come you never outed me?' He asked.

'Wasn't my place. ' You looked at him. 'But the day you came out to our parents was terrifying'

Heizou nodded. Your parents had kicked him out at 16. You panicked and managed to make arrangements with some friendly cousins to house him. You were forbidden from talking to him.

You said screw that rule. Heizou was your twin, brother and best friend. You weren't loosing him because of his preference. Your mom eventually came around to accepting his sexuality while your dad was dead set against it.

'Thanks for making those arrangements. Don't know where I'd be.'

'Anything for my brother. Besides your stuck with me for ever. Even if your ten seconds older.' You smiled opening your arms for a hug.

'Thanks' He hugged you.

'Your welcome' you said.

---

That night you returned home and walked into the bedroom. You sat down at aether desk and looked at it. Looking over the desk you spotted his phones.

Miraculously it survived the crash. You touched the phone gently.

Aether always let you on his phone. Sometimes your take it out of his hands to take random pictures, videos ect. In return he would take your phone as well. It was a fun thing you guys had and honestly you learned more about 3ach other this way.

Popping the phone on the charger you watched as the screen came to life. You took a deep breath before swiping up to unlock it.

You tried the wedding date as the pin. It worked.

'You did always use the same pass for everything.' You smiled as you began to scroll through his phone.

You opened the gallery on his phone. You looked at the pictures smiling going over the memories.

'I love you' You said turning the phone off.

Getting ready tonsleep you crawled in the bed looking at the phone one last time.

'I think...I think...I think I can start healing.' You said nodding off.

----

Over the next six months you found several more letters from him. Each letter talked about a different event that happened, he talked a out his feeling in that moments, exclaimed his love for you.

You kept all letter you found. Currently you were making dinner when heizou came home with reyna.

'Welcome back you two.'You said setting the lid down. 'Reyna how was the sleep over with tomo?'

'It was great!' She put her bag on the couch. 'What's for dinner?'

'Golden shrimp balls' you slapped heizou hand. 'Keep away from the food I'm not done.'

'But im hungry!' He put his hand yo his chest in a dramatic way.

You rolled your eyes at him.

'Drama queen' heizou gasped.

'I'm telling mom!' He whined.

You giggled as you finished making the food.

'Dinner is served.' You grabbed plates and handed one to heizou. 'Now you may eat'

'Hey mom?' Rey watched 'how come you and heizou are really close?'

'I dont know' you both said.

'Dad says you two were crazy back in college' She giggled.

'He's not wrong' you replied. 'At the bar in the middle of the dance floor shaking our butt to shake senora, screaming lyric to whatever song played during a car ride.'

Heizou nodded as he sat down.

'Your dad didn't get mad or anything he just rolled his eyes' you said giggling.

'Weird' Rey said.

'Weird?' You raised an eye brow 'that's coming from the girl who still smacks jello with a spatula, and made yogurt art on my kitchen wall'

'Huh?' Heizou looked confused.

'MOM!' Reyna looked away embarrassed.

'As I thought' you said smiling.

'I told you it just something funny' she said. 'I'm gonna go eat dinner in my room. I'll do homework then I'm heading off to tomos again.'

You nodded. Handing her a plate she left for her room.

'Explain the jello thing' heizou demanded.

You sighed and launched into the story.

'She was four'

-----

You watched as aether placed the plate on top of the bowl flipping it over.

'Thanks for that ' you said.

'No worries kit kat' He smiled. 'Now I'm gonna take a shower. Please join?'

'Sure' you had placed the jello on the table. 'Shell be fine while we shower right? She's only four'

Aether gave it some thought enfore walking over to the frigde. He grabbed a couple yogurt packets setting them on the table.

For a four year old Reyna was tall. At this time she was also getting sassy and bossy. Wonder who it came from. But over all she was the sweetest person you gave birth too.

'OK. Up you go' He said sweeping you off your feet.

'Hey!' You laughed as he made a dash toward your master bathroom.

----

'How does-' heizou started but you shushed him.

-----

During the shower Reyna had come out of her room. She was allowed in the kitchen juat not the fridge. So everytimw you and aether showered you left out something for her to eat.

Entering the kitchen she spotted the yogurt. Climbing the chair she began to open them when her four year old mind had an idea. Taking the dairy treat she threw it at the wall multiple times. After she was satisfied she spotted the jello. She spotted a spatula. Grabbing it she started smacking the jello making noises.

You remember part clearly as while aether was washing your hair you guys heard a scream. You and aether had rushed out of the shower only to find Reyna giggling as she smacked the jello. The scream? One of Joy.

Aether sighed.

'Last time I leave jello out' you said. 'Come on let's go finish our shower. That'll keep her entertained'

You started laughing as you and h returned to finish the shower.

----

'After that I cleaned it up.' You watched as heizou laughed.

'So that why you called her jello smack' He said.

'Hey, aether and i wanted a shower. At least we got a laugh out of it' you smiled sitting at the table. 'But the after math wasn't fun. Aether cleaned the mess while I gave her a bath.'

He smiled.

'You know what? I think I can learn to move past this.' You said looking at your brother.

'Think you'll go back out in the sea of dating?' He asked.

'No. I know I already found the one. I've always known that. I don't want to date again.'

Heizou smiled as he nodded.

----

As the years passed you watched as you kept finding the letters reading them, saving them. You got to watch Reyna big events, her milestones.

Your time came when you were in your sixties. Reyna had accepted that fact. She knew you wouldn't come back. So she revealed what she was doing. Her lover tomo behind her.

'I suspected. But I'm glad you did it.'you smiled before closing your eyes one last time.

'So...what's next?' Tomo asked as he squeezed Reyna hand.

'We live' She smiled.

---

The star in teyvat had you place. You remwber waking up in a sea full of weird gold orbs.

'Where am i?' You asked as you felt a breeze.

'Oh your here!' You heard a familiar voice. 'I've been waiting for you kitkat.'

You felt a pair of arm wrap around you. You looked at the arms. They looker familiar. So you turned to look at the source of the voice.

'Aether?' You looked at him.

'Rwmwber the saying?' He asked.

'The stars in teyvat has a place for you' You said. 'Oh dear I must look like I'm in my sixties....why do you look like your 24?'

'You'd still look beautiful.' He said pointing down at the floor.

You looked down. You saw yourself. You looked 24.

'Come on.' He held his hand out. 'We can walk among the stars now.'

You smiled taking his hand. As you stood up a small white dress appeared on your body.

'I love you, Aether'

'I love you, y/n'

[moodmusicmonday]

This week's playlist may be short, but it's mighty! Check out the songs above, and the story/creator info below!

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"Don't Hold Me" - Dean Lewis; ...Sometimes Not, Part 6 (TRR; Liam x f!OC)

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"Rendezvous" - Little Mix; Moonlight Rendezvous (TRR; No Pairing)

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"Wish You The Best" - Lewis Capaldi; Anytime I Want (OH; Rafael x f!MC, Ethan x f!MC)

"Cruel Summer" - Blestenation Mix; Spring Break WIP (OH; Ethan x f!MC)

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