#of course its normal. my dads are brothers n they bang all the time. why wouldnt it be normal for a son 2 fantasize abt being w them

[hellhoundlair]

So we know Jack likes to imitate dean, right? What if when Dean is absent (literally even just for a supply run or to a bar) Jack thinks it's his job to step up and be the Dean of the bunker because he thinks sam can't cope without dean. So sam starts to think its a bit strange that whenever dean is out Jack keeps trying to get him to eat and asking him how much sleep he's getting and hovering in his room, but he's kind of used to it from Dean after all these years so it doesn't feel that out of the ordinary to him. But then Jack thinks, dean would do anything for sam so that means I should do anything for sam too even if it would make him unhappy. So he thinks he's helping sam get more sleep by bringing him tea before bed that's laced with whatever drugs they have in the bunker and he doesn't tell anyone what he's doing because dean would just do what's best for sam without asking for permission so why should jack. And dean is pissed because how the fuck is the kid getting sam to sleep more when Dean himself hasn't been able to do that? And he's already suspicious of Jack so he makes sam sleep in his room with him (gen or wincest whichever you prefer, it feels so much more fucked up as gen or pre-wincest though) and Jack becomes convinced that well if dean won't drug sam to help him sleep then maybe he's not willing to do anything for sam like I would

(I'm so sorry this is so long and so weird)

do not apologies for being a free thinker. this concept is weird and good and also i love the creepiness of it. ill be honest i didnt pay very close attention and have never rewatched the jack era of the show so excuse me for inaccuracies but i rly want to expand or contribute to this idea because it has such good creepy weird unsettling potential.

i think at first it would come of as completely innocent. a little funny but endearing. like when a kid want emulate a parent and tries to try to take care of that parent the way their parent takes care of them. jack genuinely fretting over sam not taking care of himself and making steps to take care of sam instead. its cute until it becomes a bit too much. it gets weird. sneaking pills into sams food (ur mind <3), reading though his phone and forging texts and being affectionate in a way that sam doesnt usually see from jack. and his attitude stopping the second deans back every single time. i also love the idea of dean to be extremely suspicious of jack and protective of sam in this scenario. ironically, deans "jack is a monster and we need to be wary of him" attitude would drive sam towards excusing jacks behavior more and defending jack instead.

i also like to imagine that either sam and dean r in an unconventional platonic relationship type thing where they have their own rooms but sometimes they sleep in the same bed and cuddle and come across as a couple. OR. wincest but no one knows, they sleep together and go on covert dates and are physically close when no ones around (or when they think no ones around. its harder to be sneaky with jack in the bunker)

and jack has picked up on that dynamic and also tries to fill that space for him. lingering touches, brushing sams hair out of his eyes undressing him for bed when hes limp from the sleeping pills, playing with sams hair while hes asleep. and every time sam catches it a spike of panic goes through him. and whenever sam tries to ask jack why hes doing that or tell him its not appropriate jack hits him with the "you and dean do it. why cant i?" and theres so many reasons why but sam cant tell jack that with dean its different, because jack will get depressed about not being able to fill deans space. and in the case of a wincest scenario he absolutely cant tell his adopted son that dean and him are only affectionate like that because theyre fucking. jacks already overly attached to sam and telling him ''incest is okay and i partake in it all the time'' is not a good idea when jacks already pushing boundaries. dean and him shouldve really thought through how their unconventional nature of their sibling relationship would affect the development of a child before they ended up coparenting one together.

[swtki]

HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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[notchesandbullets]

Vintage Books and Midnight Promises (Tattooed!Bakugou x Bookworm!Reader) Modern!AU

Warnings: none, just fluff. features Child!Eijirou, Child!Izuku and brief Dadzawa at the end

Synopsis: Your days are brightened by the appearance of Eijirou and Izuku but you don’t recognize the tattooed man who accompanied the two children into your bookshop one day. But he finds his way into your heart and before you can stop it, you’re already in too deep for the man with tattoos that rippled like the purest form of water and smelled like blueberries hand-picked on the warmest day.

Inspired by: @all1e23 ‘s series “Astrophile” (this is one of my favorite comfort fanfics, i highly recommend it)

Words: 9.8k

It was a beautiful, sunny day.

Steam coming from a hot cup of coffee curled in the air and you sighed as you set down the porcelain teacup that had been a gift from your grandmother on the front desk, sinking deeper into the velvety cushion of your seat as you basked in the tranquility of the empty store before the bell on the door would inevitably ring again.

The musty yet homey scent of secondhand books clung to the worn pages in all the stories of mystery, fantasy and nonfiction that filled the old and rickety oak shelving you had bought at an auction five years ago.

The cornershop sat at the end of a particularly quaint neighborhood in the small town you lived in and you couldn’t imagine anything else more relaxing other than grabbing a cup of coffee from the loft upstairs and curling up with a good book until store hours were over.

You got a steady stream of regulars and occasionally a few new faces here and there that ended up coming back quite frequently. You hoped that had something to do with the notion that they liked to read, since that’s all you could really hold a conversation about.

The latest thriller that was published or that underrated author that never seemed to get enough attention in your opinion, even though their work was such a delight for you to read, whatever it was, you could talk about books for hours.

Maybe that’s why it was so hard to act normal around those vastly more social than you.

Ever since you could remember, you had your nose buried in a book, bumping into street lamps and crashing into people as you failed to look up for even a second to see where you were going.

People never seemed to quite understand you, why you preferred the company of books over people, but you didn’t need them to understand. Books were all you had and you liked to keep it that way.

Books were consistent and there would always be more literature to read.

Luckily, it was a weekday so business was pretty slow and in just another hour, you would be free to finish up repainting the storefront.

But first, you needed to conclude this book. You were so close to the ending and the author had been stringing you along on a thread of hope that the protagonist was going to make it out and save the day, you were on the edge of your seat!!

Your eyes flitted across the pages at a speed too fast for human eyes to comprehend and you were so engrossed in the book that you didn’t notice the shadow that passed by outside.

You jumped as the door to your little bookshop flew open with a bang, losing your balance from where you had been perched on your favorite stool and crashed to the floor.

Sitting up with a groan of pain, you rubbed your now sore bottom and winced. “Ow…”

You hadn’t anticipated someone coming and wreaking havoc on your little shop. It was a good thing you had a good memory and had marked the page you left off of in your head or else that customer that had so rudely barged in would be getting more than just some curt words from you.

“Sorry.” A curt and gruff apology came from over the counter and your mouth pressed in a hard line as you got to your feet.

“Is everything alright?” You asked slowly, brushing the dust off of your clothes and making eye contact with the stranger for the first time.

In front of you was some punk who had incredibly intricate tattoos visible on his arms.

You eyed him up and down. He was pretty tall. Okay, correct that, he towered a good head over you, but what was the most intimidating was that scowl on his face that looked like it was permanently glued there for some reason.

His shoulders were broad and even under that sleeveless tank he was wearing, his muscles rippled and you rolled your eyes.

So he was one of those.

But you stopped a bit of ink twining up his neck and cocked an eyebrow at the prospect of him having more underneath his clothes.

You didn’t react despite where your mind just went, internally screaming at yourself to get a grip.

Guys like him didn’t randomly walk into a bookshop like yours. You had half a mind to call the police, thinking he was about to loot your store, but hesitated because he hadn’t done anything and it was wrong to judge someone you didn’t know under stereotypes that were groomed into you from a young age.

Not to mention, if he actually was going to rob you for whatever reason, he wouldn't have announced his presence like that.

Unless he was an idiot. Either one was equally possible at the moment while you waited for him to say something. Anything.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He said shortly after a pause, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and your stance softened a bit when you noticed how uncomfortable he looked. You could understand that feeling.

Plastering a smile on your face, you leaned back and shrugged, accepting what you suspected to be his version of an apology. “It’s okay, it was an accident.”

“Miss Y/N!!! Miss Y/N!!! Down here!!!”

“We’re down here!!!”

The small, childish chorus had your eyes brightening up in an instant as you recognized the voices and you were racing out from behind the counter within a second.

“Eijirou, Izuku!!” You knelt down to hug both of the toddlers tightly. “I didn't know you two were coming today!!”

They normally came on the weekends with their dad, it was so rare to see them on a weekday, with a new face nonetheless.

Eijirou’s shiny red eyes blinked up at you and he beamed brightly while Izuku shuffled his feet self-consciously, sniffling as he clutched his All Might plushie tight to his chest.

You cooed, lifting his chin sweetly to wipe away the tears. “What's wrong, Izuku?”

He sniffled, hugging his comfort plushie tighter as he pointed up to the scowling man that had accompanied them. “He… He’s mean.”

The ash-blond’s forehead creased in annoyance as you sent him a questioning look. “Shut your mouth, you fucking brat!!”

You covered Eijirou and Izuku’s ears, glaring at him. He matched it in intensity and it wasn’t until you saw how he wasn’t going to back down that you sighed, breaking off eye contact and conceding as you caught the tears streaming down Izuku’s round cheeks.

“Yeah, he’s big and scary, let’s leave him here, okay?” You said to the little boy, pretending not to notice the punk’s glare following the two of you as you led the now cheered up Izuku over to the back of the store.

Every time they came, you made sure to have the children’s area brushed up for them. The floor to ceiling windows in that one corner in the back had deep purple curtains drawn open during the day, shining light directly on the soft leather sofa that belonged to your family.

The perfect place to read.

A tug on the man’s hand had him looking down.

“Bakugou!!” The red-haired toddler shouted excitedly, frantically pulling him to where you were at only to run out of breath from his efforts as the man didn’t budge. “I want to go too!!”

“You’re staying here where I can see you, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou grumbled, running an exasperated hand through his spiky hair as he waited for the other brat to come back so that they could leave.

“You can come with!!” Eijirou begged, still trying to convince the stubborn man who was their guardian for the time being while their dad was busy. He huffed and puffed but still he didn’t move an inch.

He snorted haughtily, his grip tightening on the brat’s when he switched tactics and tried to pry off the hand that was holding his. “Like hell I would.”

Eijirou’s lower lip wobbled dangerously as he stopped fighting. “But you promised!!”

Bakugou inwardly groaned and looked away from the toddler. Tears from the brats were his fucking weakness and he hated it. But he still wasn’t going to let him.

The only reason why he agreed to take them here in the first place was because they wouldn’t shut up, begging for him to take them to the bookstore that they visited every week with their dad over and over again, promising that they wouldn’t ask for anything else the whole rest of the day.

They just wanted to see you.

Bakugou only agreed because they crossed their hearts that they would be quiet if he took them and if they didn’t make good on their word, then he would blow them up.

But what he didn’t mention was that he was a little intrigued by the girl that they talked about excitedly all the way there.

Tch, shitty brats. Fucking annoying.

Eijirou never cared about his threats when he declared that he would blow them up, going so far as to smile brightly in his face, completely unaffected while that shitty nerd’s face went ashen and lost all its color as he cowered behind his brother to avoid the scary man that towered over them.

Izuku lacked the spine that Eijirou had.

Bakugou pushed off the counter that he was leaning against as you came back into view with a happy Izuku in tow.

Eijirou visibly deflated and tears welled up at the corners of his eyes. “You’re all done? B-But I wanted to pick some out too!!”

You hushed him softly as you saw how close he was to sobbing, crouching down to his level and ruffled his hair. “You can choose what you want too, Eiji.”

His whole face lit up. “Really?!”

“Of course!!” You reassured with a smile, the edges of your eyes crinkling as you stood up and offered him your other hand that wasn’t joined with Izuku’s. But after Izuku swung your hand, you took that as your cue to let go. “Come on!!”

This time, Bakugou wasn’t fast enough to intervene as Eijirou took your hand and zoomed off with you trailing behind him, practically dragging you behind him as he took on the personality of a race car. He gritted his teeth in annoyance, wanting nothing more than to leave this place that had absolutely no business with and he clenched his hands into fists, storming over to where the two of you ran off to with full intention of grabbing the shitty brat and exiting with nothing more than a word.

But he faltered at the sound of your laughter bouncing off the bookshelves and unconsciously retracted his hand as he turned the corner.

To be honest, he didn’t know what made him stop. But seeing you there, with Eijirou tuckered out in your lap as you read him a book, Izuku bounding past him just to cuddle up on your other side was making him soft.

Fuck emotions. He hated having a heart.

You were seated on a huge, tan leather sofa that looked worn with age and was packed with brightly-colored pillows that looked much softer than he wanted to admit as he found himself drifting towards the three of you.

Truth be told, he only took them here because they were begging for either this or the zoo and he could not fucking stand the zoo.

What the fuck was so interesting about animals locked in a pen?

“Get up brats, we’re leaving.” Bakugou barked, glaring pointedly at the fucking brats when they cracked their eyes open as you stopped reading.

A chorus of whines and protests followed by some very pouty begging made you crack a smile at his unchanging demeanor.

“You know~” You sang, holding back a giggle at the suspicious look the man shot you as you shut the children’s book you were reading in favor of glancing at the two kids out of the corner of your eye. “I do have a ton of pizza that needs to be finished today. I don't suppose there's anyone out there that can help me with such a big task.”

Izuku and Eijirou shrieked in delight, bouncing up and down on the sofa, alternating between screaming yes and pleading for him to let them stay.

Bakugou, on the other hand, was fucking irritated as hell.

You were trying to bribe him with pizza? How un-fucking-believable. You were worse than the two troublemakers shrieking so loud, it felt like his head was going to split. He didn’t believe what he just heard. But was it working?

Yup.

Because your sundress flared around your knees as you crossed your legs to accommodate both the boys. The tresses of your hair fell around your face so softly he vaguely wondered if it was even possible for someone to look so innocent while conducting a pizza scheme.

Izuku scratched his head cutely as he yawned widely, exhausted from all the hopping he just did as Eijirou began to jump up and down around you, his endless energy coming off of him in waves.

“We can help!!!” He cried, tugging Izuku upright and the little boy stumbled, landing on his rear on the couch with an ‘oof’.

But he didn't cry. Instead, he tilted his head curiously and blinked. “We can?”

“Yes!!” Eijirou insisted. He wanted pizza. He loved pizza. And Bakugou never treated them to it whenever he watched them, he said it would make them fat. “Please Bakugou!!!”

You raised an eyebrow as you heard the punk’s name for the first time. It sounded fitting for such a stoic and emotionless person that he was portraying at the moment as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the red-haired toddler.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “What did I tell you about referring to your elders, Shitty Hair?”

“Ahh!!” You blurted out, sending him a sharp look that was meant to reprimand him. “Don't swear in front of them!!”

Bakugou glared at you uncaringly and you matched it, throwing in a pout for good measure.

You had no idea what was giving you all this confidence now. You had never been this comfortable interacting with a stranger. You blamed it on the children. They were far too familiar.

The moment of silence as you glared at each other was broken when both of the boys jumped down from the sofa at the same time.

Weird.

“Ahh, don’t go too far!!” You called out after them as you sprang up. “And don’t leave the store!!”

“M’kay!!!” Eijirou shouted back as he tugged Izuku, who was struggling to catch up, behind him. “Can I flip the sign, Miss Y/N?”

You giggled, hiding a grin from Bakugou as you nodded even though they couldn’t see. “Yes, just be careful and don’t go outside!!”

As he yelled that he knew back at you, you moved into a better light so that that one bookshelf wasn’t blocking your view of them so you could see them. Once you were in direct line of sight, your smile softened as you saw Eijirou lift Izuku up so that he could reach the sign and flip it around to show that you were closed for the day.

“They’re so sweet to each other.” You murmured to yourself.

The closeness of Bakugou’s scoff had you jumping back in surprise and you winced as your back crashed into the bookshelf behind you.

“Geez, I was going to say hell no.” Bakugou started as he chortled, smirking at you as you collected yourself. “But you’re even more of a klutz than that shitty nerd is.”

Brushing down your skirt, you coughed a couple times to cover up your blush of embarrassment. “I am not.”

“Uh, yeah you are.”

“Oh hush.” You snapped at him as the boys came bounding back, Izuku proudly holding up another book he wanted you to read for him that he found on the way back.

You giggled and ruffled his hair affectionately before asking if they’d like to continue reading here or up in the loft, to which they both sprinted to the stairs.

Well, that answered that question.

You sent a smile over your shoulder, inviting the grumpy man to follow you. “You coming or what?”

Bakugou hid a smirk as you turned back around and followed the hyperactive kids up the stairs.

You sure were interesting, he’d give you that.

And that night, the four of you fell asleep in the loft, with four boxes of cheese, pepperoni and half-eaten vegetarian pizzas surrounding you as Izuku curled up beside you and Eijirou snored on top of Bakugou’s head.

You were very happy to see that it wasn’t the last time you saw the forever annoyed man who had barged into your store.

It had been a month since that day. And since then, Bakugou had become a regular face and you dreaded how you subconsciously looked forward to when he would show up randomly.

One time, he had popped in your store just to grunt out a greeting and toss a bag at you, demanding that you eat it or else he would fucking kill you, before leaving.

Opening it up, you saw the freshly-baked blueberry muffin inside. And when you bit into it, it was delicious.

The only thing that confused you was that there was no good bakery around here, so you had absolutely no idea where he got it from.

Today, another weekday, they came again all bright smiles and sunshine and you bolted off your stool, abandoning your freshly-brewed coffee to greet them before they could even step into the bookstore.

There were still a few hours of daylight until closing time and you had some more things to finish up.

Bakugou leaned against the wall as you rearranged the display on the top shelf. The ever energetic Izuku and Eijirou had sped over to their corner the second they ran into the store, greeting you over their shoulder as the two boys tunneled past you.

You had pouted but let them go have their fun since tonight would be another night of pizza and soft drinks while you read them their favorite books.

Last time, Eijirou came to you with a stack of at least fifteen and you nearly had a laughing fit when one of them was a little too high for his age group.

He could read all those young adult novels with glorious battles featuring knights and dragons when his vocabulary increased a bit more.

A green-haired boy with freckles toddled up to you with his counterpart and buddy in crime nowhere to be seen.

Giggling, you approved the ones that Izuku held up to you with wide eyes blinking slowly.

“I’ll read it for you a little later, yeah?” You said, patting his head.

“Okay!!”

You flailed for a second as you lost your balance, the little boy disappearing from sight once again before he could realize you were off kilter due to the speed that he zipped at but a pair of strong hands settled on your waist to steady you.

Lips parting in surprise, you turned around to see Bakugou’s trademark sneer as he stared up at you.

“Dumbass.”

“Hey!!” You protested, all gratitude gone, and your lips pursed in a firm line as you disputed his claim.

But you were startled at the rough rumble that emitted from his chest and it took you a second to realize that he was laughing. At your expense, but still, it warmed your heart to hear.

“Well, look at that.” You teased. “He’s not so cold after all.”

“Tch.” Bakugou’s amusement faded as he glared at you for that but you just brushed it off.

You turned your attention back to the top shelf but misjudged the distance as you stretched out your hand. Yelping as one of the stool legs gave out, you careened to the side and squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the impact.

But your eyes shot open as you didn’t hit the ground like you expected. Instead, you landed on something softer than the hardwood floor.

When a pained groan sounded underneath you, you scrambled upright.

“Oh my gosh!! I’m so sorry!!!”

Bakugou had somehow cushioned your fall, making you land on him rather than crash to the ground.

Your cheeks flamed when you realized you were straddling his waist, hands splayed on his chest and you squeaked when he caught you staring.

“Oi, are you going to fucking stare at me all day?” Bakugou snarked and you huffed, clambering off of him clumsily.

It was a good thing you weren’t wearing a dress today. That would’ve been so embarrassing.

“I’m really sorry.” You apologized again, sheepishly tucking your hair behind your ear as you tried to appear less frazzled than you felt as he picked himself up from the floor.

Before he could say anything, though it was probably something not very nice, Izuku ran around the corner with Eijirou hot on his heels.

“Miss Y/N!!!” Izuku called out breathlessly, his chubby cheeks flushed pink from running so fast. “Miss Y/N!!! I have a secret to tell you!!”

“Izuku, I want to tell her!!!” Eijirou complained with a small pout.

“No, I want to!!!” He pushed back fiercely before he turned to you with bright forest green eyes and beamed. “Miss Y/N—”

“Bakugou has a crush on you!!!!” Eijirou interrupted, dancing in circles around you and out of Bakugou’s reach as the man swiped at him.

Bakugou snarled as the toddler screeched and dived in between his legs to escape him. “Get back here, you fucking brat!!!!”

Izuku tugged on your pant leg, tears brimming in his eyes as his lower lip trembled. “M-Miss Y/N…”

Your giggles died down as Bakugou continued to chase Eijirou and you smiled reassuringly, bending down to pick him up.

“Aww, it’s okay, Izuku.” You reassured with a chirpy smile. “If you want, we can just pretend you told me, yeah?”

He smiled and kicked his feet happily, giggling as he waved his All Might plushie back and forth.

“Do we get to stay tonight too?”

“Yup!!” You beamed, hoisting him higher as you collected the book that you needed to put away and balance it on your head so that you could hold the toddler with two hands. “I already checked it with your dad and he said it was okay!!”

Aizawa had sounded stressed when you called him but that was to be expected. His line of work was tough but he had quickly agreed to it. He had interacted with you enough to know that you looked out for them almost as much as he did.

Besides, in the small town, word got around fast. If there was dirt on you, he would’ve heard about it by now.

Izuku tugged on your braid innocently to catch your attention. “Can we leave him downstairs when you read to us?”

You giggled and booped his nose, watching it scrunch up cutely. You already knew he was talking about Bakugou. “Why do you want him to stay downstairs?”

Izuku pouted. “Because he snores too loud.”

“Hah?! Say it to my face, Deku!!!” Bakugou’s yell echoed from somewhere on the other side of the store and you slapped a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.

“C’mon,” You said softly, bouncing Izuku on your hip as you crept around the other side. “Let’s go see if we can help Eiji and then we’ll sneak upstairs before he finds us, yeah?”

“Yayyy!!!” Izuku cheered happily.

“FOUND YOU, SHITTY NERD!!!”

“Uh oh, Miss Y/N, run!!!!!”

An hour and a lot of duct tape later, Bakugou was sitting in the punishment chair for those that misbehaved while you read to the boys upstairs.

About ten minutes later, you flicked the lights off upstairs as you headed back down, being careful about which lamps to turn on since you didn’t want to wake the kids.

You fought back a grin as you saw the poorly wrapped duct tape tying his wrist to the chair. Apparently you could’ve been more clear to the boys that since the stuff was sticky, they didn’t have to necessarily tie it around his arm like string.

You were quite sure that Bakugou could've gotten up if he wanted to so you left him down there but when you finished the last book and he was nowhere to be seen, you came downstairs only to find him in the exact same position you left him in.

“What's wrong? Tied you up too tight?” You teased, knowing it had no merit.

“Ha ha, you’re so fucking funny.” Bakugou glowered at you, then his blank expression morphed into subtle curiosity. “The brats asleep?”

“Yeah,” You said, rubbing your arms as a breeze blew by and you frowned as you held out your hand and started to follow it all the way to its source and it only furrowed deeper when you deduced that it was coming from a crack in the front door. “Rats.”

“What the…” Bakugou trailed off as he came up behind you and at this point you didn’t even flinch.

For someone who was so tall and had such a fit physique, he sure moved like the wind. You were used to it by now.

You sighed, planting your hands on your hips after testing the lock to make sure it still worked properly. Thank goodness that was still fine. “It happens every winter. I think it has something to do with the wood and the weather when the temperature drops but I already fixed it this past season so I don’t know why…”

Burrowing your face in your hands, you groaned and tried to put it in back of your mind for now.

But Bakugou’s brow knitted at the safety concern and he jangled the knob to play around with it.

By the time you had stopped trying to think of ways to solve this problem temporarily until you had the means for a more permanent solution, Bakugou had fixed it.

Your jaw dropped as you saw he had stuffed some kind of weather strip you had laying in the corner with the rest of the maintenance tools collecting dust and bluntly claimed he’d fix it in the morning for you.

“You don’t have to do that!!” You cried out, feeling bad and not wanting to owe him anything.

Bakugou snorted. “That wasn’t a fucking question, dumbass.”

You opened your mouth to protest but the pitter-patter of tiny feet scaling down the stairs made you both raise your heads.

Your eyes filled with concern as you saw the little boy dragging a blankie behind him with his thumb stuck in his mouth.

“Izuku?” You rushed over and dropped down to the floor, not caring how you scraped your knees in the process. “What’s wrong?”

He sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

“... had a nightmare…” He mumbled under his breath, close to tears and your gaze softened sympathetically.

Opening your arms to him, you caught yourself as he ran into you and you walked back to where Bakugou was observing.

Nightmare. You mouthed at him and his eyes grew dark for a second.

You didn’t understand why but you didn’t ask any questions as you focused on consoling the crying boy.

“Hey, Izuku,” You whispered softly when he had calmed down enough to be coherent and tell you a little what it was about. “You know what always makes me feel better?”

He blinked up at you. “Pizza?”

You giggled and tapped his nose gently. “Well yes, but I was thinking more along the lines of ice cream…”

You didn’t miss the way eyes lit up and he automatically turned to an indifferent Bakugou watching the both of you while leaning against the wall with a pleading expression, and immediately, the man was shaking his head violently.

“Hell no.” He refused flatly. Upon the fresh tears that welled up in Izuku’s eyes, he turned to you, as though he needed to prove to you that he had a good reason for saying no. “It’s late out.”

“There’s a 24/7 store that carries ice cream right down the street.” You supplied helpfully, smiling innocently when he glared at you.

Bakugou sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair, gripping it in frustration. “It’s dark, Y/N. It’s dangerous.”

“I can go.” You suggested, trying to pry off an Izuku who was clinging to you.

“The hell? Fuck no.” Bakugou hissed and you sighed, giving up on trying to make the green bundle that was pretending to be a leech unstick from you.

“I’ll be right back.” You negotiated. “It’s not even that far—”

“You’re not going.”

You balked at the unrelenting tone he took with you but shut your mouth when you saw the look in his eyes. The look that told you he had seen things that he probably would never tell you.

You saw it in the way his hands shook ever so slightly when he held either Eijirou or Izuku, like he was afraid they would disappear on him the second he let go. You knew that kind of fear and you didn’t argue against him.

But before you could smile sadly at Izuku for letting him down, Bakugou was stomping upstairs and waking up the other slumbering toddler.

There was a muffled shout and then a grunt from above.

“Wake up, Shitty Hair.”

“Eh?! Where are we going?!”

You winced as a crash sounded from the upper level. You didn’t want to know what he broke this time.

But you followed Bakugou’s thinking. Even if the door was sturdy for now, it wasn’t a good idea to leave a child alone for whatever reason, even if you weren’t going to be gone long. If Eijirou woke up all alone, there was a good possibility he would venture outside by himself and that wouldn’t be good.

Besides, Eijirou would be sad if he missed out on this adventure.

It had taken five minutes for Bakugou to wrangle Eijirou, who was way too energetic this late at night, and an additional ten just before the four of you left the store.

Bakugou locked it behind you as you carried Izuku out.

Initially, he had insisted that he could carry him to give you a break but you told him you didn’t mind.

And you really didn’t. The little boy was snoozing softly against your shoulder and you were happy that you could provide some small amount of comfort to him after such a scary bad dream.

The trip was pretty uneventful. Nothing happened, you guys got there safely, Bakugou paid for more ice cream than you guys could consume in one night, saying something about how it was so he didn’t have to do this whole thing again and you walked back.

There were some stragglers out and you got a couple of glances that normally would’ve made your skin crawl but for some reason, this time you felt reassured as Bakugou drifted to your side and kept you close as he made sure Eijirou didn’t let go of his hand.

Eijirou was good, for the most part.

He was unusually serious and didn’t goof off inside the grocery store like he did in your bookshop and you were grateful for that. You didn’t know if you had the energy to chase him down like Bakugou had done earlier if he decided he wanted to play hide-and-seek.

At one point, Bakugou’s free hand that wasn’t busy holding onto the tubs of ice cream or Eijirou, to make sure he didn’t wander off, crept around your shoulders and pulled you close when someone who was drunk out of their minds strayed too close to you.

“Back the fuck off.” He growled protectively as he tucked you and Izuku into his side, glaring at them until they got the message and went on their way.

You were thankful that there wasn’t enough light for him to see the blush present on your cheeks and as you stepped back inside the safety of your bookstore, the boys going after the comfort ice cream like puppies with ice, you didn’t know quite how to feel when his scorching touch left you.

And you wondered why your heart was beating so fast.

By the time the next weekend had rolled around, it was their twentieth time coming together and you were starting to get a bit alarmed at how familiar their appearance was. You actually had to stop in your tracks when you realized you not only were looking forward to seeing Izuku and Eijirou but also Bakugou.

Crap.

That punk had wormed his way into your heart even more but you’d be damned if you let him stay there.

Convincing yourself you’d get over this petty little crush before it became a problem, you picked out some gifts for the two boys the next time you would see them.

By the time you had walked down the street to your shop from the toy store, you actually realized that they beat you to it. You had to calm the two toddlers down as they ran up to greet you, Eijirou vastly quicker on his feet than Izuku, even though the little boy tried his hardest.

They squealed as you gave them presents, showing them off to Bakugou and sped off into their corner to go play. Just like clockwork.

“So…” You started, cringing at how awkward you sounded now that you were alone with Bakugou. “Where’s their dad today?”

Bakugou coughed, then cleared his throat. “You mean that scruffy old man?”

You cracked a smile. “That’s the one.”

He was always with them. He was the first one to bring the boys in on a slow day, which quickly livened up due to the endless amount of energy contained inside a little Eijirou and a tiny Izuku.

Midgets. You loved them so much.

Their cheeks were so squishy, too. Adorable.

It had been months since you had last seen Aizawa and you were a little bit worried about him. But you figured if anyone would know if he was okay would be the man entrusted to watch his sons.

Bakugou sighed, crossing his arms over his chest so that his muscles bulged out from that sleeveless tank he was wearing. The patches of ink rippled in the light and moved almost like it was real. “Aizawa-sensei’s not their dad but he acts like it too fucking much to pretend that it’s not true anymore.”

You giggled at his harsh words edged with a bit of something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something that sounded like begrudging fondness.

Bakugou jerked his chin to where Izuku was chasing after Eijirou, begging him to help him get a book down from the shelf. Usually, you’d go help them but the adorable little toddler puffed out his chest and started clambering up the step ladder to get it.

Bakugou had bought that one himself to replace the rickety one you had accidentally broken and fallen off of so you knew it was sturdy. They would only fall off of it if they weren’t careful but you were within sight of them so you weren’t too worried.

“He’s enlisted in the military so he can’t always watch them even after they blacklisted him. His old unit just recently got reinstated.” Bakugou said with a scowl, not bothering to elaborate on that, but his eyes softened the tiniest bit as Izuku huffed and puffed to catch up with Eijirou, his little legs working overtime to compensate for his lack of height. “So he gave the brats to me to make sure they didn’t kill themselves or something.”

You grinned, clasping your hands behind your back and stuck your face close to his, skirt swirling around your ankles as you sent him a cheeky smile.

“You volunteered, didn’t you?”

“Shut the hell up, no I didn’t!!” He shouted but you bit back the smile threatening to overtake your entire face.

“You’re too easy to read~” You teased.

Bakugou grabbed for you but you dodged easily. Gritting his teeth in determination, he ran after you and you yelped at how quickly he was gaining on you.

Damn, it was a bad day to wear these shoes.

You ducked around the corner only for him to catch up to you in a split second. You squeaked as he slammed you into the bookshelf, caging you in between his arms as he smirked down at you.

“I won.” He declared triumphantly.

You rolled your eyes and stuck out your tongue. “Such a child.”

Bakugou scowled. You were one to talk, taunting him like you two were friends or something. “Oi, fucking take that back.”

Your eyes glinted mischievously. “Or you’ll do what? Try to punch me again? Maybe this time you’ll actually land one and not miss like a lose—”

You gasped as his chest bumped into yours, his red eyes glimmering dangerously. His breath was hot against your face and your heart stopped.

“I don’t fucking lose.” He growled.

You gulped. Perhaps you had crossed a line. Your gaze darted away from him for a second, not even bothering to push him away because you knew you couldn’t.

“Thank you.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow in surprise but masked it quickly. “For what?”

“For the other day.” You clarified. “I think I would’ve been screwed if you hadn’t come with, so thank you.”

He snorted and looked away. “Don’t mention it, dumbass.”

You were going to leave it at that but at that moment, a soft giggle floated through the air along with some very loud and obvious shushing.

Bakugou immediately tore after the little brats without a second thought as both Eijirou and Izuku poked their heads around the corner to spy on you and you threw your head back and laughed.

They were so goofy but maybe that crush they had told you about that you had so easily dismissed at first wasn’t so ridiculous after all.

While you were busy helping other customers throughout the day, Bakugou occasionally came to check in on you and make sure you were taking your breaks and eating, all while reassuring you that the shitty brats were fucking fine and you didn’t need to be worried about shit.

He could handle it.

You smiled and waved a hand at him when he left, giggling when he flipped you the bird before turning to the next person who wanted to check out.

The sun set and night fell, all along with the comfortable routine you had grown accustomed to having with all three of the boys.

But you bolted upright as Eijirou nonchalantly revealed something you didn’t expect the instant you finished setting up the tent for movie night.

“IT’S YOUR BIRTHDAY?!?!” You screeched in Bakugou’s ear.

Bakugou clapped a hand over your mouth, sending you a death glare, undoubtedly for your insanely loud volume, but you wrangled him off of you.

“Bu— You— Why didn’t you say something?!”

He looked at you as though you were crazy. You two barely knew each other and if he knew it was going to spur on this reaction, he definitely would’ve stopped Shitty Hair from saying that shit.

Too late now.

Bakugou slumped back against the makeshift fort you had set up for the boys in the loft. Said troublesome toddlers were currently going to town on your DVD collection so that they could choose a movie for tonight.

You only had cartoons from your childhood so it was a perfect selection for them. They were currently hunting through the bookshelf in your room that was connected to upper floor, just down the hall.

“What the hell is there to tell?” He grunted in your direction, a deep seated scowl on his features from the starry blankets and pillows that surrounded him.

You frowned. Growing up, birthdays had always been days that you looked forward to. The parties, the presents, family and friends to celebrate it with, you always loved it. Maybe there was a reason he didn’t want to celebrate it.

Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, you idly rocked back and forth as you thought about how best to approach the reproachful man.

Bakugou sighed and glared at your crossly. You weren’t going to let this go until he gave you an answer.

“There ain’t no deep reason for it, none of that bullshit.” He ground out eventually and you perked your head up, listening attentively. “I don’t see what’s so special about the day I was born, it’s the same as every other fucking day.”

He was caught off guard as you rapidly shook your head, crying out at his words.

“It’s not!!” You implored earnestly, the roots to your ideals running deep as you leaned forward. “The day you were born is so special!! It celebrates your life, Katsuki!!”

Bakugou swallowed hard. Your proximity was making it very hard to breathe. That light in your eyes, the one that was able to find happiness in even the smallest of things, he didn’t understand it.

It was the same kind of light that Deku had. How fucking annoying.

“Damn idiot.” He muttered as he turned your face away from you so that he wouldn’t be tempted to kiss your lips. They looked so soft…

Fuck, he was screwed over. Quick, he had to think of something else.

Luckily, the distraction came in the form of two very energetic boys barreling into the tent. You collapsed in a fit of giggles as Eijirou returned from his adventure and tunneled into you, Izuku tripping on the way in only to be caught by the back of his collar by a reluctant Bakugou.

Eijirou quickly fumbled with the DVD, holding the cartoons he and Izuku had selected together up proudly for you to see.

You cooed, pinching his cheeks and praised them for making such a good choice. This one was one of your favorites when you were younger and you hadn’t seen it in a while so this was as much a treat for them as it was for you.

The little tent was a bit more cramped than you had anticipated, especially with the two hyperactive boys added into the mix, but it was doable for now. Your leg was pressed up against Bakugou’s warm thigh but you tried not to think about it as you popped the DVD into the small TV you had set up on a table outside of the cozy fort.

Eijirou snuggled up in your lap while Izuku hesitated to climb onto a very comfy looking hothead, who was actually quite tame at the moment.

Unfolding his arms, Bakugou's lip curled back in a scowl. "Tch, hurry up, nerd."

You couldn't even bring yourself to say anything about his language because while Eijirou seemed largely unaffected by it, Izuku’s forest green eyes actually sparked as he recognized the indirect permission granted.

It was actually quite adorable how the boys could read the disgruntled older man like a book.

Bakugou attempted to hide it from you but he couldn't stop you from seeing how gently he rested his large hand on top of Izuku’s little green curls. The tent didn't provide that much privacy.

Not wanting him to stop showing the rare display of affection towards the affection-starved child, you averted your eyes so that he could carry on. You knew he would retract his hand so fast if he thought you were looking at them.

You didn't want to ruin the moment.

Snuggling back into the plushy pillow, you held onto Eijirou as he curled onto your stomach, straining to see the small screen that lit up with moving pictures.

“Izuku, it’s starting!!” He exclaimed excitedly.

There was a crash and then a loud swear and as you looked over to make sure that Izuku and Bakugou were both alright, you had to clap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing at the scene that you were presented with.

At Eijirou’s well intended announcement, Izuku had hurried upright, knocking back into Bakugou at the same time as he scrambled forward to be able to see.

But in doing so, he had tripped over the cord connecting the TV to the outlet that was behind you and fell forward. Right as the box came crashing down, aimed directly for his head.

Luckily, no one was hurt.

Bakugou had caught Izuku by the collar of his shirt and hauled him back, out of harm’s way before anything could happen to him.

Any other time, you would’ve voiced how impressed you were but now you were just worried about the little boy, who was openly crying, apologizing over and over again for breaking it.

“It’s alright, Izuku.” You reassured gently, patting his head comfortingly. His emerald eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he blinked up at your, his freckled cheeks flushed an embarrassed shade of pink and your eyes softened. “You’re safe, so no harm done!! Don’t worry, okay?”

He sniffled and shakily nodded.

Bakugou had yet to say anything but his fingers were still curled protectively around Izuku’s stomach, ensuring that he didn’t move around carelessly. Next time, he might not be as lucky. Not that he was going to admit that he was scared or anything.

How fucking ridiculous.

While you switched out Eijirou with Izuku to calm him down, Bakugou took charge in cleaning up the shattered shards of cheap plastic that had broken upon impact.

Your TV wasn’t completely destroyed but the plastic screen had cracked at the corner. For something so old, it sure was robust, he’d give it credit for that.

Eijirou tugged on his hand, losing his balance and Bakugou’s arm shot out to prevent him from face-planting in the shards that he had just swept up.

“Watch what you’re doing, Shitty Hair.” He growled, concern masked under his sharp reprimanding and he glared at the now sheepish toddler.

“C’mere, Eiji.” You coaxed, waving your hand to have him come closer to you so that he was out of the way until Bakugou got rid of the small, clear pieces hiding on the floor. “I don’t want you to get hurt, so let’s stay out of his way, yeah?”

Eijirou nodded vigorously, finding the logic in your words with relative ease and agreeing with them instinctively.

Sighing to yourself, you unplugged the TV so that an electrical surge wouldn’t cause a fire. That was the last thing you needed.

You were sad that the boys were disappointed with the short-lived movie night. But Bakugou insists that he can fix it just like he fixed your front door so the three of you waited for him to work his magic while you curled up with a good book to read to them.

You had already asked if he wanted help but he glowered at you for suggesting such an insane thing and you backed off with a shit-eating grin.

After almost an hour of reading books and playing games to pass the time, he got it up and running again, laying the cable on top of the fort you built so that it was out of the way, making it impossible for anyone else to trip on it again.

This time, everything ran smoothly and all of you gorged yourselves on popcorn and soda as the cheesy cartoons played out on the screen, thoroughly entertaining the two little boys while you and Bakugou stole glances at each other the entire time.

By the time it finished, Izuku was already fast asleep and Eijirou was struggling to keep his eyes open.

You put them both to bed, Bakugou’s soft half-smile going over your head as you tucked them into the spare futon you had set up for them specifically, almost three months ago, when this all started.

“You’re too fucking soft.” Bakugou decided as you two went downstairs to let the boys sleep.

It was familiar, it was routine. After every night when they fell asleep, you two would stay up talking for hours about anything and everything.

He eventually opened up to you about the life he had been involved in before he met Aizawa, who saved his life. After that, he reformed, he got clean, the whole nine yards.

And you were proud of him.

You told him about your life, though it probably was nothing at all that interesting compared to his problems that he dealt with. But surprisingly, you found him nodding along understandingly as you voiced your hardships with being anti-social and having a bunch of insecurities and anxieties that often made talking to people a nerve-wracking experience and you were astonished to find the weight that uplifted as soon as he put in his two cents and said that he really did understand.

You skipped ahead of him, spinning around to tell him how much you’ve grown to look forward to your conversations when the guarded look on his face made the confession die on your lips.

“You okay?” You asked concernedly, approaching him cautiously to give him enough time to push you away if he wanted to be left alone.

He grunted in your direction. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

But he didn’t sound fine. His voice was strained and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

Biting your lip, you tilted your head contemplatively. Ice cream and books generally made you feel better when you had a bad day but you realized you had no idea what comforted him.

Gingerly, you took his hand and frowned when you saw the faded scars. He had been hurt.

“What do you need?” You asked softly and he sighed in defeat.

“What’s your favorite book?” He grumbled out and your mouth parted in surprise at the odd request.

Wordlessly, you led him over to the counter to grab the same book you had been reading that day he had first barged in and so rudely knocked you off your stool.

You held it up to him and still holding your hand, he led you in the back where you normally sat with the boys to read to them.

“Katsuki?” You questioned.

He gritted his teeth, mumbling something under his breath.

“Um…” You trailed off nervously. “C-Can you say it again? I didn’t really hear you…”

Bakugou whirled around and you squeaked at how close his face was to yours.

“Read it to me.” He demanded without pause and you would’ve laughed, thinking he was playing a prank on you if it had not been for his steely gaze.

“Okay…” You drew out slowly, wondering where this was suddenly coming about as you sat down on the tan leather sofa and patted the spot beside you, turning on the table lamp beside you so that you could see him. “Do you want me to start from the beginning? I’m not sure if you’ll even like this book, I have no idea what you like to read—”

Bakugou shook his head to cut off your anxious rambling, recognizing that it was stemming from your nervousness at him possibly judging you for what you liked to read and he leaned back, resting his arms behind his head.

“Doesn’t fucking matter.” He mumbled. “Just start.”

Even though you had numerous questions running through your head, you obliged and began reading, the words flowing off your lips with practiced ease.

Bakugou never told you but he was jealous of how you always read to the brats. Granted, he was a full-grown adult who shouldn’t pout in the corner when they got more attention than he did but it was so fucking stupid how soothing your voice was and how much of an effect it had on him. 

He could listen to you for hours and never get bored. Why do you think he always stuck around when you hopped up on the same tan leather sofa to read to those shitty kids?

It wasn’t just because he liked to look at your face, but it was because of the smile you had whenever you would read to them, that soft tilt of your head when the books evoked emotions from the children you were reading to and the giggle that bubbled past your lips when they laughed at something that the character did.

It never failed to do things to his heart.

Bakugou’s eyes eventually drifted closed after an hour of reading to him and you tensed when he careened into you by accident.

“Sorry.” He said shortly as he righted himself and you shyly reassured him that it was okay.

He didn’t say anything but you knew.

Ever since he got out of his old life, he had found a steady job but it was in construction and the risk was incredibly high. The hours were long and often the conditions were unforgiving. He had seen things happen on the daily and you were cautious to ever bring it up to him when he pressed closer to you than usual or who stayed longer by the front desk while you worked during operating hours.

You were about to stand up and leave so that he could sleep since he was obviously exhausted but his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t go.”

It was quiet and it wavered but you didn’t hesitate.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you eased him down and swallowed hard when his own encircled your waist, bringing you close to him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You promised.

Head laying on his chest, your heartbeat eventually synced with the rise and fall of it and you drifted off, unaware that Bakugou sealed your promise with a soft kiss to the top of your head.

The fragments of his heart gently pieced itself back together as he held onto you as though you were his lifeline and he couldn’t help but whisper brokenly.

“Thank you.”

Bonus:

“Papa!!!”

“You’re back!!”

Aizawa held a finger up to his lips as his boys reached for him at the same time, chuckling softly as he caught them both as they launched into him. He didn’t change out of his military gear yet, he wanted to see them first.

“Shh… “ He hushed quietly, ruffling both of their heads at the same time. Damn, he missed them. “Y/N’s sleeping downstairs.”

Instantly, both the boys shut their mouths and shot out at the speed of light.

Aizawa followed them downstairs just in time to see the two of them screaming silently as they danced around in rings around their favorite couch that you and Bakugou were cozied up on.

Your face was tucked under Bakugou’s chin and you were sound asleep. Meanwhile, the man beside you had his arm draped over your waist, the other one supporting your head as a makeshift pillow. The blankets on top of you were rumpled, as though they had been kicked aside in favor of you both seeking out each other’s warmth.

It was cute. Aizawa admitted it was one of the most heartwarming things he’d ever seen.

“Don’t wake them up.” Aizawa instructed as Izuku reached out to touch Bakugou’s spiky hair since he wasn’t awake to tell him off. “Not yet.”

Eijirou was curious but a wide grin broke out on his face when his dad pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures.

“Oooo, Papa, can I?! Please?!?!”

Gesturing for him to lower his voice, Aizawa nodded and handed it off, watching Izuku and Eijriou briefly squabble about who got to use it first when they sorted it out amongst themselves and Izuku took the first turn.

You awoke to the sound of a shutter clicking right by your ear and blinking slowly, your eyes shot open and you jerked as you realized where you were.

And who you were with.

“Katsuki, get up!!” You hissed as the boys laughed loudly. Hell, even Aizawa cracked a smile and you threw him an apologetic look, though you didn’t know what it was for. “Katsuki!!”

He groaned and turned his face the other way.

This time, Aizawa couldn’t help but tease him a little. “Katsuki, huh?”

Bakugou turned back around and glared at the offending person smirking at him. “Shut the hell up.”

Aizawa clicked his tongue. “Respect your elders.”

“Oh f—”

“OKAY!!!” You shouted, clapping your hands together before he could cuss him out. “Who wants breakfast?”

“Oh, oh, oh, me!!!” Izuku cried, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Yay, food!!!” Eijirou cheered.

Bakugou blearily rubbed his eyes and yawned. Thank goodness he didn’t have to go in today. “Oi, didn’t you just eat?”

“Yeah, but that was last night!!” The little boy protested. “My stomach is hungryyyyy.”

“Fucking Shitty Hair.”

A warning tone came from Aizawa. “Bakugou.”

“... Sorry.”

“Coffee?” You offered to Aizawa as you all traveled back upstairs, the little ones racing ahead of you.

He sighed gratefully, blinking his eyes tiredly. “That sounds perfect.”

He was exhausted and the trip back was even more brutal than the one that took him to his destination. But he didn’t want to get into all of that now.

Eijirou and Izuku shot to their designated seats at the kitchen island and you put on an apron before pulling open the fridge to see what you could make.

“I meant what I said.” Bakugou confessed quietly while you cracked the eggs and prepared the bacon.

You didn’t look at him, not wanting to give it away to the other three who were watching you both like some kind of TV show.

“I know.” You murmured, a soft smile playing on the corners of your lips. “I did, too.”

Your heart fluttered as he boldly pressed a kiss to your temple and you blushed violently when the boys whooped and hollered at the two of you, Eijirou making faces of disgust and pretending to gag when Bakugou made it look like he was going to kiss you on the lips in front of them.

Aizawa chuckled as he handled the coffee machine, able to easily figure it out as he brewed enough for the both of you. “Look at that? You have learned how to play well with others, Bakugou.”

And this time, Bakugou didn’t even spare him a glance as he gazed at you until you looked his way.

“What?” You asked nervously, wondering if you had something on your face.

Bakugou hid a smirk.

“How ‘bout blueberry muffins to go along with that coffee, sweetheart?”

[onlyfreds]

It’s Time | Family of Four

Title: It’s Time

Summary: The time everyone waited for has come.

Warning/s: Mentions of pain, a mention of a fatal disease, Ginny and George (probably) being the happiest of them all, George and Molly crying tears of joy

A/N: Finally the last installment, of the series. I might have cried a bit from the ending. But, I just wanted to thank you all for the support, likes and reblogs you have given this series. I never thought that this would reach this far. So, I hope you enjoy this last part and I might have a new series coming soon!

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I never thought that Fred’s clinginess could reach its maximum level.

And it just did.

I was due to give birth anytime now, Fred had gone through the whole nine yards when it came to preparation.

“I just need to run to the shop quickly princess. You sure you’ll be okay here?” Fred asked as he put on his suit jacket.

I gave him a small smile, “I’ll be fine Freddie. Honestly love, relax.”

He chuckled, giving me a quick peck on the lips, “I know, it’s just you could give birth anytime soon. I want to be there when that happens.”

I giggled cupping his face as he hovered slightly above me, “And I assure you, you will be here when that happens. Now stop stressing and do what you need to do.”

He smiled, giving me another peck on the lips, “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

“Just take your time love.” I said, giving him a reassuring smile.

He then apparated to the shop.

I got up from my seat, walking over to the bookshelf in hopes of finding another book to read.

In the whole period of my pregnancy, I had felt like that I had finished every single book that was lined up on the shelf.

I scanned the book spines before deciding to re-read my all-time favorite: Romeo and Juliet.

As I walked back to the couch, taking each step carefully, I felt a sudden flare of pain in my stomach causing me to drop the book I was holding.

I stood steady in my position for a few more minutes, it had been happening for the last few days so I just decided to brush it off.

Taking out my wand, I summoned the book to from the floor and made my way back to the couch.

Later that day, when I was on my way back to the comfort of the living room after using the bathroom, I felt a similar flare of pain in my stomach. Then I felt something dripping down my thighs. I looked down, my heart racing as I saw a puddle of water at my feet.

It was time.

I summoned the emergency bag that Fred had prepared from our bedroom, thank Merlin for magic.

That’s when I heard a familiar pop.

“Princess! I’m home!” I heard the familiar voice of my husband call from the living room.

“I’m here!” I called out, leaning against the wall for support.

His eyes widen when he saw me leaning against the wall, the emergency bag slung over my shoulder.

“Is it time?” He asked, frantically taking the bag from me and leading me towards the fireplace.

I nodded, “It’s time.”

He immediately threw some floo powder into the fireplace and said, “George! George! Are you there mate?”

“I am.” George’s voice answered clearly from the other side, “Why? What’s wrong?”

“Y/N’s going into labor and we’re heading to St. Mungo’s right now.” Fred said frantically.

“I’ll alert Mum and Dad!” George said as Fred dipped his hand in the bag of floo powder again, throwing it again towards the flames as we stepped in and got transported to St. Mungo’s.

Fortunately, enough, the moment we stepped into the hospital, we bumped into my doctor.

She took a single look at me and said, “She’s going into labor isn’t she.”

“Obviously.” I said as they placed me in a wheelchair and wheeled me over to the delivery room.

(Ginny’s POV)

It was normal Saturday afternoon, until George started banging on our door.

“George, what in the name of Merlin is so bloody urgent that it looks like that you want to break down the door so badly.” I said as I opened the door.

“Well, for your information dear sister, Y/N is going into labor. I already told Ron and Hermione and I’m about to head to mum and dad.” He said before apparating to the Burrow.

“What did he say?” Harry said coming out from the living room.

I looked at him as I only started to register what my brother just said, “Y/N is in labor! We have to head to St. Mungo’s now!”

Without a second thought, we apparated to St. Mungo’s where Ron and Hermione were already waiting.

Well, Ron was more relaxed as he sat down in one of the chairs while Hermione was pacing back and forth.

“Hey.” Hermione greeted, pulling me into a hug, “We came here as soon as George told us.”

I chuckled, “Us too. Any news from them?”

Hermione shook her head, “None.”

We heard another pop as we turned and saw that the rest of the family had arrived: Mum, dad, George and Angelina, Percy and Audrey, Bill and Fleur. Everyone was present.

“Are there any news yet?” Mum asked, pulling the four of us into a hug.

Harry gave her a small smile, “Not yet. But so far, Hermione is the only one acting like Y/N has a fatal disease when in reality she’s just in labor.”

The group laughed as Hermione gave Harry a playful glare.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m already excited to meet the twins.” George said, practically bouncing off the walls in excitement.

Percy gave a hearty laugh, “And why is that? So, you and Fred could pass on your pranking legacy?”

“This is the twins we’re talking about Perce, of course they’ll pass on their legacy.” Bill said.

Arthur chuckled, “I think that I’m starting to pity the load Mcgonagall would be having when the next generation attends Hogwarts.”

“I won’t even be surprised that if the day when this new generation attends Hogwarts will be the same day Mcgonagall resigns.” Molly said.

“Nah,” Ron joked with a small grin, “She loves us too much.”

Hermione and I playfully smacked him on the shoulder, “You wish.” We said in unison.

“Oh, come on,” Percy intervened, “We all know I’m Mcgonagall’s favorite.”

George snorted as Angelina smacked him on the shoulder, “Why? Because you were an ickle Prefect and a Bighead boy?”

Bill and Fleur laughed, “Please,” Bill joined in, “Save yourselves of the embarrassment because it’s pretty obvious that I’m Minnie’s favorite.”

All of us bursted into a fit of laughter before s voice spoke, “Don’t leave me hanging guys, what’s so funny?”

We all turned and saw Fred with a huge grin on his lips.

“How’s Y/N and the kids?” I asked.

“They’re fine.” He said, his voice quivering a little, obviously he had just finished crying.

“Do you wanna go see them?” He asked.

George smiled, “Though you’d never ask. Lead the way then.”

Fred led us to a room at the end of the hall and pushed the door open.

(Reader’s POV)

I couldn’t stop staring adoringly at the two babies that were I had just delivered.

Fred had bursted into tears the moment I handed him our son.

“Hello there kiddo.” He cooed, the tears gently falling down his cheeks, “I’m your dad, and I love you, your sister and your mum so much.” He continued, voice cracking slightly.

Even I couldn’t stop my tears from flowing as I looked at Fred with our son and our daughter that I was cradling slowly in my arms.

I scooted over a bit as Fred sat next to me on the hospital bed.

“I can’t believe they’re actually here, in our arms.” He said.

I smiled, “I can’t believe that we could make something this beautiful.”

Fred chuckled, placing a small kiss on my cheek as I looked at him, “I’m married to the most gorgeous woman in the whole wide world. So, it only makes sense that our children inherit that.”

I playfully rolled my eyes at him, “Ever so cheeky.”

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Fred had already gone to pick up the rest of the family while the twins laid in my arms.

I looked up as the door opened and the rest of the Weasley clan piled into the room.

Ginny and George where the first ones by my side as they looked adoringly at the kids.

“Can I hold one of them?” Ginny asked, giving me her best puppy dog eyes.

I handed Ginny her niece which she took with a huge grin.

“Can I hold the other one?” George asked.

“Just make sure you don’t drop him.” Fred teased his twin as I handed him his nephew.

George and Ginny started parading the twins around the room, handing them to Molly and Arthur respectively after the former complained that “They should have a chance with their grandchildren.”

After a few moments of silence, Hermione asked the question that had been on everyone’s mind, “What’s their names?”

Fred and I exchanged a quick look as I said, “Freddie, if you may.”

He smiled at his twin, “The boy’s name is George Arthur Weasley.”

George stared at his twin as his eyes widened while Arthur had a huge grin on his face.

“You named your son after me?” George asked in disbelief.

Fred shrugged, “Of course I did. Is it so hard to believe?”

Angelina smiled as George bit his lip as he tried to keep his tears at bay, launching himself into Fred’s arms, pulling him into a tight hug.

“How about the girl?” Harry asked.

I took a deep breath, giving them a small smile as I answered, “Ginny Molly Weasley.”

Ginny gasped as she started jumping up and down, running forward and hugging me as tightly as she could, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

I chuckled, rubbing her back gently, “Anything for my favorite sister-in-law.”

She playfully scoffed, “Your only sister-in-law.”

We pulled away when we heard a small sniff to see Molly quietly crying as she lovingly stared at her three-hour old granddaughter.

“Hey mum, why are you crying?” Fred joked as he stood next to her.

She took another sniff, “It’s just. Out of every single name out there that you could’ve given your kids. You name them after your twin and your sister and your father and I.”

Fred chuckled, “Well, we would’ve named them after all of you already. But we have to reserve some for our other children.”

He then dodged the pillow I threw at him, “I just got those two out and now you’re planning some more?”

My husband laughed as he sat next to me, “There’s no harm in thinking ahead.”

We watched as the rest of family passed the twins among themselves.

I rested my head on Fred’s chest as I took in the sight of our perfect little family.

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Heart throbbier pt.1

Stefan Salvatore X Female reader

Requested by: Anonymous.

“can you write a Stefan Salvatore smut, where the reader is Klaus' adopted human daughter and everyone is downstairs and Stefan is fucking y/n, and since Stefan has a daddy kink, he hits a spot inside her, which makes her scream 'daddy!' then Klaus runs up to her room bashing the door open and finds Stefan in there and then it’s all Stefan and y/n vs the Mikaelsons since they don't like Stefan.”

Word Count: 2.4 K

Authors note I had a lot of fun writing his pt.1! I really enjoyed this prompt so much I’m going to write a pt.2 in Stefan’s point of view. I hope you guys enjoy is as much as I do! Also, as a side note I think this is one of the longest imagines I have ever posted. Sorry not sorry!

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Standing on your balcony you realized just how much of a beautiful night it was in New Orleans. The sounds of music and people talking downstairs echoed throughout the compound. But you could not bring yourself to attend the party your family was hosting tonight. All you could think about was you long distance boyfriend, Stefan Salvatore. It has been about half a year sense you father uprooted you again to move back to New Orleans.

Ever sense you started to walk, your life was a constant move. Your father, Klaus Mikaelson, constantly kept on your toes growing up. When you moved to Mystic falls, he had promised you a home there. That you could finally settle down, go to public school and be a normal human teenager. That changed though once you met a Stefan. It got worse when over time though, Klaus could never live a peaceful life. Wither he was trying to sire hybrids, dealing with his daggered siblings, or your “Favorite” when he tortured some of you newly found friends (Mystic falls gang) you had made at high school.

Sense Klaus had caught wind about Hayley and the baby you’ve been here ever sense. Sadly, though your father is not impressed with Stefan and you dating. In the words of your great father, he had exiled Stefan from ever stepping a foot onto New Orleans soil. If he had it, his way Stefan probably could never come to Louisiana.

Sighing you looked up at the sky watching as the stars twinkle. Maybe Stefan was watching the stars where he was at. You missed him so much the long distance was killing you. Even worse with an unaccepting family.

“You know, you look prettier when you smile” It was a voice you recognized oh so well.

Looking down a smile broke out on your face “What are you doing here? Stefan my da- “You whispered/yell at him.

“I’m here to see you. I thought tonight would be the perfect night to come visit you. You said it yourself, your family is distracted right now with the party they are throwing. *Jumps onto the balcony with you* They wont even know I was here. Ill be gone before the party ends” Stefan says smiling his hand goes to your cheek “Six months have been way to long” He says before kissing you.

“We’re going to get caught Stefan...” You whispered wrapping your arms around his neck.

“They won’t, the party so loud I bet no vampire or hybrid will be able to hear up here” he told you watching your eyes sparkle as you gaze up at him.

“I can’t believe you’re here” You whispered to him.  You needed this. Him being here its what you needed. The distance, and stress was killing you inside.

“of course, I am” He whispered to you. He moved his hand to you cheek to cup it. “I missed touching your skin so much. I can’t put to words how much I missed you. Damon was begging me to shut up about you” His chuckle echoing throughout your ears.

“Oh my god, Damon! I miss everyone so much. Especially Caroline, did I tell you she writes letters to me keeping me “up to data” with the drama” You smile taking his hand from your cheek guiding him into your room.

“I’m not surprised, she fought hard trying to get your father to let you stay with her. “He comments, his eyes though focused on looking around your room. Artwork hung on your walls, pictures of family and your friends from Mystic falls.

“I never thought you would have kept this picture” he says grabbing the picture of him and you kissing during Christmas.

“of course, I did its one of my favorites on this wall” You commented wrapping your arms around him.” I’m still trying to wrap my brain around the fact you are here…even though you shouldn’t. I just have a bad feeling something terrible is going to happen Stefan” You said laying your head on his arm.

Smiling he wrapped his arms around you “Nothings going to happen, the only thing that will happen is me kissing my girlfriend” he says kissing you again. But this time the kiss has more need in it. You missed each other in more than one way. He was your first, ever sense that day you’ve both been addicted to each other.

One thing led to another and you ended up on your bed. Your hips straddling Stefan kissing him. Both of you topless as you were getting lost in each other euphoria’s. His hands were rested on your hips helping you as you grinded yourself down on him. Removing your hands from him you reach back taking your bra off letting your breast free.

A low groan can be heard coming from Stefan’s throat. “Fuck y/n” he moaned again opening his eyes to flip you over, so he was in the middle of your legs now. He had sat up starting to remove the remainder of both of your cloths. Then here you both where staring into each other’s eyes as his manhood was lined up to your perky hole.

“please Ste- “

“that’s not my name baby girl.”

“Daddy please…. I need you so badly” you whined spreading your legs further apart for him.

“your wish is my command my princess” he says and with that he plunges himself inside of you without a warning.

You missed all the feeling you were feeling right now. You could only do so much with only your fingers. But this was pure heaven the way he worked on you he knew everything. And with how good this felt you could tell he missed you just as much, or maybe even more.

“I missed this pussy so fucking much. I’m never going to leave you again you hear me. I’m going to find a way to rescue you from your family” He moans to you as his thrusts pick up some pace.

“AHHH DADDY don’t stop!” You moan out loudly, the sound of the bed banging against the wall echoing all the way down to the party, but you didn’t care anymore. All you could think about was Stefan and how he was making you feel. He was everywhere, his kiss traveling all around your body. The way his hips rammed into yours it was addicting like ecstasy.

“I’m close daddy” You moaned out pulling at the dirty blonde’s hair.

“Then cum with me baby” He whispered into your ear. He was throbbing inside you. As soon as your walls started to clench around him that when both of you cumed.

Panting you laid down on the bed covering up with a thin sheet as Stefan stood up putting his boxers on.

“Y/N?!” You could hear your father. Your worst nightmare was about to come true.

“Stefan you have to- “You tried to warn but it was to late. Your door flew off the hinges revealing your father, uncles, and aunt.

“Klaus wait I can explain” Stefan says trying to calm him down before everything escalates.

“well, surprising to see you here Stefan?” Klaus began. It was all a blur from there. Klaus had Stefan up against the wall, his forearm on his neck pushing him into the wall while holding his arm behind his back. Elijah was next to him.

“Dad don’t!” You yelled wrapping the sheet around your body as you stood up.

“Why should I? You blatantly disrespect me and your whole family! And as for Stefan he is good as dead Y/N! I have told you countless times that Stefan Salvatore is no good for you!” he yelled putting more pressure on to his neck.

“I should bring him downstairs and execute him in front of everyone. Make a display of what happens when people don’t take my threats seriously” Klaus spat out wrapping his forearm around Stefan’s neck to move him now so you can see him.

“Elijah please! Don’t let him do this to me!” You begged standing up trying to reason with him to convince Klaus to reconsider. But Rebekah held you back standing in your way of Stefan. Stefan was trying to wrestle his way out of Klaus hold, but sadly the hybrid was stronger.

“You know the consequence of your actions y/n, and the turmoil that him and his friends have caused this family. You’re lucky that he was still alive after the things he pulled. I have to agree with Niklaus on this “Elijah said not daring to look you into your eyes though.

“Well, we better get going so we are not holding the party up” Klaus says.

“Rebekah pleaseee… Don’t let him do this to me. You of all people should understand the pain and torture of having them kill someone you love. Please, don’t let them put me through the same pain. I cannot deal with the thought of him being dead because he loves the wrong girl… Please Rebekah save him for me” You pleaded grabbing ahold of your aunts arm as tears streamed down your face. You needed to save Stefan, he needed to be alive. Your words clicked inside of Rebekah’s head. She always says that girls need to stick together. Plus, you were right, she couldn’t let her baby niece feel the same pain her brothers had inflicted on her so many times throughout the thousand years they have been alive. Looking into her sweet nieces eyes she let you go turning to face her brothers.

With that she looked at Elijah first snaping his neck so he would be out of the situation. She could only deal with one brother at a time.

“What have you done Rebekah” Klaus spoke in a state of disbelief at her snaping Elijah’s neck.

“Nik! You can’t do this to her! Take it from the girl that loves to easily, Y/N will resent you for the rest of her human life if you kill Stefan. There has to be another way you can punish both without just murdering him!” Rebekah says standing in front of Klaus as he read his sister.

“what are they going to say if I don’t kill him. *gestures to the party going on downstairs*He blatantly chose not to listen to me when I said to stay away from my daughter” Klaus argues looking at Rebekah.

“Who cares what those people think Klaus! We are talking about your daughter boyfriend. You are the king of New Orléans! But you kill Stefan now you will lose your daughter with him. Shell hate and resent you” Rebekah yells out to him as she threw her hands up in the air. Klaus looked at you then, the tears that streamed down your face. Your heart racing, your body shaking at how scared you were. You feared Klaus in that moment, and that’s what broke him.

“Fine you win this one Rebekah. I will spare his life for Y/N. But I only have one condition” Klaus says still holding onto Stefan preventing him from moving.

“Y/N I love you” Stefan mouthed to you as he tried to break free of Klaus’s hold one more time.

“Anything if it keeps this pour girl from witnessing what I have far too many times” Rebekah says.

Klaus nodded his head, ramming Stefan into the wall again. His hand grabbing onto Stefan’s face the other on his chest to keep him still. Staring into Stefan’s eyes he said “You will forget about ever loving my daughter. You will only know her as Klaus Mikaelson daughter and with that you know not to come near her. All the feeling of love and happiness with her you will now know as unpleasant and awkwardness. You will understand that you will never be enough for her. You don’t deserve her and never will. You will remember nothing about her whereabouts since she left. And when you return home you will tell everyone that you came to speek to me about past issues. But when it comes to y/n you said hi to her and that was it. You will return home and never look back.” Klaus says letting his face go as the compulsion takes control.

“Father no!” You yelled; Rebekah had to hold you again.

“Now my old friend, what do you think about my daughter” Klaus asks looking at him.

“She is a nice person, but she’s Klaus’s daughter.” He says with a hint of distaste in his voice.

“very good, now leave my house the way you came” Klaus says pointing to the balcony. Stefan nodded his head putting his shirt and shoes back on before he disappeared off the balcony.

“How could you?” You asked looking at Klaus as you were hysterical. “You might as well have killed him making him forget about me!” You screamed as the tears kept flowing down your face.

“Ill talk to you tomorrow morning. Better get some rest angel” Klaus says helping Elijah out of the room as he regained his composure.

Once your father and uncle left the room Rebekah had let you go. It pained her to see you so upset. You got dressed again once everything settled down. But you were numb inside.

“Ill stay with you for the rest of the night Y/N if you want. I don’t want to leave you alone while you are in this state” Rebekah says sitting down on the bed next to you as you just stared off into the balcony blankly.

“Do as you please… I just want this day to be over” You mumbled turning your back on her as you laid down curled up with a pillow that Stefan gave you.

“Well than, Im going to take that as an invitation to spend the night with you” Rebekah said moving closer to you. You turned to face her then wrapping your arms around her to cry into her shoulder.

“There there… we will fix this one way or the other” Rebekah whispered to you as she consulted you the rest of the night intel you had fallen asleep.

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You Are Mine

Cater X Yandere reader

[Mentions of murder, obsession, brainwashing, and cannibalism]

3rd POV

It was a normal day at NRC and our one and only Cater Diamond is in the rose Maze painting roses.

But it was unknown to him that a certain girl was watching him from afar

Y/N Pinka, the younger sister of Alchemi Pinka or in other words Che'nya.

She was watching the boy with affectionate eyes. Longingly watching.

She had fallen in love with Cater the moments she saw him.

She knew that they were meant to be.

-flashback-

Y/N was out to visit her brother at his at his school but just as she arrived she saw him go out and so she followed him

She used her unique magic "Guess who" which allows her to alter her appearance to almost anything. Let it be an object. A person. Or nothing at all. Though the more complex it is the harder to keep its form

She followed her brother as she realized he was going to NRC.

She continuously followed her brother to see what kind of fun he's up to.

He went to an unbirthday party at the Heartslabyul dorm. Where his childhood friends were.

And that's where she saw him.

His vibrant orange hair.

His enchanting forest green eyes.

The girl was absolutely mesmerized.

She took in every last detail of his appearance.

"I need to get closer. I need to take in every last detail" she muttered then she got an idea

She snuck up behind Che'nya and pounced on him. Hugging him from behind as she wrapped her arms around his neck

"Hello meow dear brother~" she said as she hugged him closer with a smile

"Nya? Y/N what are you doing here?" Che'nya asked with a cheeky smile

The girl got off and her tail started swinging around

"I wanted to visit mew, but you seem to have decided to attend an unbirthday party. So I followed!" She said as she turned to the others

"I am Y/N Pinka. I'm purr-leased to meet ya!" Y/N said enthusiastically

"It's nice to see you again Y/N" Trey said

"You really need to keep your brother in check" Riddle told Y/N

"I don't see a reason why" she said

"Anyways who are you?" The girl asked

"I'm Ace Trappola"

"My name is Deuce Spade"

"I'm the great Grim! And this is my henchman-" a pretty girl cutted the cat off

"I'm Yuumi"

"Oh and I'm Cater Diamond it's nice to meet you"

Cater Diamond.

That name stuck to her.

She could never forget it.

Since that day.

She changed.

-end of flashback-

Even her brother noticed her change

And it worried him.

And that's saying a lot since it's Che'nya.

She watched him every single day.

She started missing classes.

Her grades started to falter.

Everyone was worried.

What was going on with their precious Y/N.

They didn't know until.

Che'nya POV

I'm starting to worry for my little sister.

Sure she wasn't one to actually take her classes seriously.

But she never had a failing grades before.

And now she started disappearing more often.

Even the people in her school don't know where she goes.

My parents told me to go see if she was alright.

Since I'm the one closest to her in our family. We're worried for her.

I knocked on the door but no one answered

"Is she out again?" I muttered

"I'm coming in" I said as I opened the door

I looked to see Cater....

Wait no.

That's not Cater.

That's Y/N.

She was looking at the mirror as Cater touching the reflection in front of her

The look in her eyes.

I don't like it

"How enchanting. I can't stop looking at these green eyes" she said to herself eyes glued to her reflection

"Y/N what's the meowning of this?" I asked

She flinched as she realized I was here

"Brother!? When did mew get here!? I thought I told you to knock!?" She yelled at me as she turned back

"I did knock. Now tell meow. What are you doing" I asked again

"I guess the cats out the bag huh?" She said looking down

I then looked at her room.

And realized that almost every inch of her wall was plastered of pictures of Cater.

"Do you like it brother? Isn't he just gorgeous? Look at those forest green eyes. His vibrant orange hair. It's all so wonderful!" She said with a smile on her face. But that wasn't the smile everyone grew to love

"Y/N what's all this" I trembled at the sight of my sister

"I want him. From a single strand of his hair to the tip of his toe nail!" (Ngl I gagged writing that)

"Y/N this is too much! What's with this!?"

"Brother could mew blame me when someone is this perfect? His looks, his demeanor, his scent. All of it is perfect. I want him. Please brother I beg of you. Help me" she asked as her eyes were full of obsession and affection toward Cater

"No Y/N! You're going too far! Stop this! You're failing in school! Mom and dad are worried sick! And you keep disappearing off to who knows wh-" then it hit me

"You've been going to NRC haven't you" I said

She stayed silent

"You've been going to NRC to spy on Cater haven't you!" I yelled

She continued to stay silent

"Y/N this is too much! Are mew really going to ruin yourself for him!?" I asked

"What I do is none of your business brother! What I become is not your choice! I dictate what I want to do and you can't stop me!" She yelled

"Of course it's my business! I'm meow brother!"

"Shut up! mew wouldn't get it! You think you know it all! But you don't know how I feel about Cater! I love him and nothing can stop me!"

"Even if he's off the market?" I asked

"W-what?" She stuttered

"Cater had been dating Yuumi for the past month now. Are you still going to go after him?" I asked

I saw the heart break in her eyes.

Like everything she had built up just crumbled Infront of her

"No... You're lying"

"No I'm not Y/N"

She looked down, her ears and tail drooped and stayed silent

Before she spoke

"Get out"

"Y/N"

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU HEAR ME!" she yelled as she pushed me out and slammed the door shut

"Open the damn door Y/N! We're not done talking!" I yelled as I bang on the door

Eventually I stopped cause I knew it was hopeless

"Y/N needs to stop. It's driving her mad"

Y/N POV

No

No

No

No no no no

"No!" I yelled as I threw a vase at the wall shattering it

I then started to break down crying

"Why.... Just why!? It's not fair! Didn't get a chance to get to know him! Yet someone else already...." I sobbed

I then looked at the mirror. I then shifted into Cater.

I touched the mirror as tears fell from my eyes

"Cater. Cater Diamond"

3rd POV

A week had passed and Y/N hadn't come out of her room

They pried the door open since no one answered and all the food that was taken to her was left untouched

Once they opened it they saw something that made their hearts shatter

They saw their precious Y/N

Dead on the floor gripping onto a picture of Cater.

This sight absolutely broke Che'nya.

He should've tried harder to help get Y/N out from her delusional state

But now he lost his little sister.

The sister he cherished so much.

But for some reason.

It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would.

-time skip-

A funeral was held for her.

They invited the people she met at the unbirthday

"I'm sorry for you're loss Che'nya" Ace said

"I can't believe it. She's gone" Riddle said as he tried to hold back tears. Key word TRIED

"Why. Why did she die Che'nya" Trey asked

"She- she got depressed. But I'd rather not say the reason why" Che'nya explained. But he didn't want to say it was because she was heartbroken from Cater

Cater looked at her in her coffin

For some reason this hurted him a lot

He never really got to know Y/N that much. But this hurted him a lot for some reason.

"Cater, are you alright?" Yuumi asked

"Y-yeah I'm fine" he replied smiling at Yuumi

"If you're not feeling well we can go back" she said

"T-that would be nice" he said as he went to the group

"I'm going to head out first. I'm sorry for you're loss" Cater said

"Of course thank you"

"I'm going as well. I apologize for your loss" Yuumi said with a soft smile

This sent a tingle down Che'nya spine

-time skip-

Riddle and Trey went to the Pinka residence to talk with him

"What do you mean? Cater and Yuumi disappeared?" Che'nya questioned

"Yeah. After they left after the funeral they never came back" Trey said

"This just doesn't make sense" Riddle said

They kept thinking and thinking. Till something hit Che'nya

The smile

The smile Yuumi gave him

It's the same smile on Y/N's face that everyone loved

"Y/N!" Che'nya yelled as he rushed to her room

"Che'nya!" The two yelled as they followed him

Che'nya started rummaging through her room

"Che'nya what's going o-" Riddle stopped as he saw her room

"W-whats all this?" Trey questioned shocked at the sight

"The reason Y/N got depressed was because she was broken from the mews that Cater was already taken" Che'nya explained as he continued to go through her things eventually finding something

Che'nya trembled. Tears spilling. But also speechless

"Che'nya? Are you alright" Trey asked as they went closer to him

"What's tha-" Riddle stopped as he saw what Che'nya found

It was a bloody knife.

And a map with markings

"We need to go here" Che'nya rushed to go to the marked location

"Che'nya! Wait for us!"

-at the location-

They were now in a remote location. With a well prepared house.

A garden of fruits and vegetables.

By a lake.

And in the garden.

Was no other than Y/N Pinka

"Y-Y/N?" Che'nya stuttered

This caught the girls attention so she looked up and froze

"Ch-Che'nya? Riddle? Trey? W-what are you guys doing here?" The girl asked

"No- what are you doing here!?" Che'nya yelled

"That's none of your business!" She yelled

"It is! You were dead weren't you!? We buried your corpse!"

She went silent

"Haha. Ahahahahaha! You think that ugly fucking corpse was me? You don't know me that well after all dear brother." She said as the look in her eyes changed

"W-what do you mean Y/N?" Riddle stuttered

"My unique magic doesn't only change my appearance. But change the appearance of ANYTHING. I could change the appearance of Riddle to Trey. A cup into you brother. But most of all change the ugly corpse of Yuumi into an elegant one of me!" She explained

"T-the corpse of who?" Trey asked

"Oops. Looks like I accidentally spilled. I killed Yuumi three days into my isolation. That gave me enough time to adapt into becoming her for the time being"

"So you mean. The one at your funeral"

"The corpse you buried was no other than your precious Yuumi" she smiled psychotically

"Why!? Why did you do this!?" Trey asked

"Cause she took what was supposed to be mine!"

"What?"

"She took Cater before I even had the chance! So when we left the funeral. I took him"

"Y/N? Love who are you talking to?" A voice from the inside asked

Out walked Cater.

Looking the same.

But his eyes.

We're dull.

"No one important dear! I'll be right back in!"

"Alright. Be quick dinner is gonna get cold" Cater then went back inside

"What did you do to Cater Y/N" Che'nya hissed

"Nothing much. Just. Brainwashed him. He's mine. I love him and now" she stopped and smiled

"He loves me"

They froze

"You're not getting away with this sis. You're going to pay for your mistakes"

"Awhh too bad" the girl said as she pulled something out

"I don't leave witnesses" she held the knife as she disappeared

-inside the house-

"I'm back dear!"

"What took you so long Y/N?" Cater asked

"I found some prey! Here" she said handing Cater a basket full of meat (I feel like throwing up)

"Alright I'll put these in the fridge"

Cater then came back to see Y/N sitting on the couch

He went and hugged Y/N

"Cater, dear, do you love me?" She asked

"Of course. I.... Love you" he said

"Do you love me?" He asked

"I do and always will" she said as she kissed Cater

The kiss was deep between them

It was passionate.

But also empty.

They stopped and held each other

"I will always love you" she said

"I'm yours" she stated

And Your Mine

[confusedweasleys]

Mission Accomplished - George Weasley x Reader

A/N: I’mmmm back! I wrote this requested imagine at you guessed it, crackhead hours. It turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I think I like it. As always, leave feedback! Xoxo

Request: @iluvharrypotter172 Could you do 33 from the fluffy prompt list with George Weasley x reader preferably with the reader saying it to George. Thanks in advance!

Prompt: “how’s the hangover?” (#33)

Triggers: Cursing, Drinking

Word Count: 2,295

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    I woke up with a splitting headache. And I mean splitting. I painfully pushed myself into a sitting position from my spot on the floor and glanced around my surroundings. I was sandwiched between the twins’ beds, covered in a heap of blankets and pillows. The occupants of the two beds both snored peacefully, making me feel almost guilty for what I was about to do. Almost. 

“Accio,” I whispered, summoning a metal pot from the kitchen. I steeled myself and banged the pot onto the metal railing of the beds. I winced.

“Shit.” Two voices cussed simultaneously as the twins woke up. 

“Morning Weasleys,” I said, wincing again. That had not been my best idea. “How’s the hangover?” I said, throwing a hand-knit pillow at the younger twin as he sat up. He attempted to bat it away and missed. It him square in the face. I chuckled as he groaned. 

“I haven’t felt this awful since Madame Pomfrey made me drink an entire bottle of Skele-Gro in the third year,” George said, flopping back down onto his bed. “I don’t remember a thing from last night.”

I sighed. “I don’t either.”

“Well that tends to happen when you drink an entire bottle of Firewhiskey,” Fred said, rolling his eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him and tried to go back to sleep.

        Most days, everyone loved mornings at the Burrow were my favorite. Today was not one of those days. For George and I at least. Everyone else seemed perfectly fine. In fact, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gotten up early to make everybody breakfast, since Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were still out of town. 

“Just coffee for me, thanks,” said George.

“George, you had better eat something or you’ll just feel worse,” Hermione said, sliding a plate of toast his way. “You too, Y/N,” she said, frowning and adding more toast to the plate. George mumbled something into his plate that sounded a lot like ‘Thanks mum’.

“How come you’re so chipper?” I said to Hermione. “In fact, how come all of you seem fine while I feel like my actual brain is bleeding?”

“Because we didn’t drink an entire bottle of fire-whiskey last night,” Charlie said, chuckling. Shit. An entire bottle? I thought Fred had been joking. I didn’t even want to know what happened last night. 

“We might liquor you up more often Y/N, if it makes things as interesting as last night was,” said Ginny, grinning at me. 

“What does that mean?” George said, looking alarmed.

“Yeah Ginny, what does that mean?” I asked.

“Let’s just say you two had a lot more than anybody else,” Ron said, looking up from his food. Fred, who was sitting next to him, smacked him on the head. Ron looked sheepish. I looked at George, who shrugged and mouthed, no clue.

“Seriously guys, what happened last night?” I said, looking around the table.

“Yeah we deserve to know,” George said indignantly. “Fred, are you really not going to tell me?” 

“Sorry Georgie, I can’t help you if you don’t remember,” his twin said with a smile and a shrug. 

“I guess you two will just have to figure it our yourselves,” Harry said. 

“All right listen up you lot, I am tired and I am hungover. I am not in the mood for what ever this little game is. So what the hell happened last night?” I said sternly, looking around the table again. Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, and Charlie all stayed silent. I groaned. “Fine,” I said. I got up to go back upstairs, only to be stopped by Hermione. 

“Hold up Y/N, Mrs. Weasley left us chores. Plus, we’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do from the party, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley get back from St. Mungo’s tomorrow.” She then gave us a list of chores that we had to do, half left for us by Mrs. Weasley, and half to hide the evidence of the party we had last night. I had to de-gnome the garden with Ginny, then clear out the broom shack (where we hid most of the rubbish and alcohol from the party) with Fred and George. 

    Not that de-gnoming the garden was ever pleasant work, but a bad hangover and Mid-July heat made it so much worse. 

“Ginny, come on, you have to tell me. What the hell happened last night? And what was Ron on about this morning?” I asked, watching her as she flung a particularly fat gnome over the Burrow’s walls. She glanced over at me. 

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“You’re in a good mood, I said, changing the subject. “Has that got anything to do with me seeing Harry leaving your room this morning?” She looked over at me and grinned.

“It might,” she said. “But you shut up about that. I don’t want to know what’ll happen to Harry if any of my brother hear.” Perfect.

“I might be persuaded to keep my mouth shut,” I said innocently. “If my best friend was to clue me in on the happenings of last night. Otherwise, who knows what might slip out.” I grinned and shrugged my shoulders. Ginny rolled her eyes at my and flung another gnome over the wall.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said. “Because then I would be forced to let slip to a certain one of my brothers that you have a crush on them.” Ginny grinned as I went pink. 

“I regret telling you that every day,” I grumbled. I took my frustration out on a gnome that was attempting to escape from its relocation. It sailed a good 30 yards beyond the wall. Ginny giggled.

“Relax, you know I’d never tell,” Ginny said. “Unless I was bored,” she added. “I’m only joking!” she said as I shot her a look. “Anyways, you’re in luck. I’m rather cross with my dear brother Fred at the moment, since he tried to force a very drunk Harry to make an Unbreakable Vow that he would never kiss me again.” 

“How does that help me with my situation?” i asked. 

“It helps you,” she said, “because i am not in the mood to help Fred with another one of his plots at the moment. It was his idea to keep you and George from knowing what happened last night. Which means I’ll tell you what happened last night.”

“Oh thank God. So once again, what the hell happened last night and why is everyone being so weird?”

“Well, I’m sure you remember, the party started pretty much the moment Mum and Dad left the house. You drank about half a bottle of Firewhiskey, which is when I’m pretty sure your memory stops.” I nodded. She was probably right. “And George,” she continued, “well he had about an entire bottle of Firewhiskey. He was gone about an hour after you, right about when Ron said he wanted to go swimming.”

“Which is when we went to the lake,” I said, remembering someone jumping into water last night. Ginny looked at me, alarmed.

“You remember last night?” she asked.

“No, no, I just had a flash of...Charlie, I think, jumping into the lake. Anyways what happened next?” I asked, looking at Ginny.

“Well, once we got to the lake Fred suggested we play Wizard’s Truth or Dare.”

“Wait, what the hell is Wizard’s Truth or Dare?” I interrupted.

“A game Fred claims to have invented. It’s practically muggle truth or dare, except Charlie or Fred, since no one trusted you or George with a wand, would hex you if you whimped out of dare and put Veritaserum in your drink if you chose truth.”

“Sounds like a fun game. But how does it relate to people keeping last night a secret from George and I?” I asked. 

“Well, you got a dare to spin the bottle around the circle, and George got upset. He said no one else in the circle or anywhere else was gonna kiss his girl, and you said you weren't his girl, and then he kissed you.”

“What?” I said. Ginny suddenly looked uncomfortable.

“You guys kissed and then that’s when everyone kinda decided the party was over. Fred told us we weren’t supposed to say anything because it was clear you guys weren’t going to remember anything in the morning and we all agreed it would better if you guys didn’t know. That’s why everyone was acting so weird this morning.” To say i was confused was an understatement. After a while i just said,

“Well - that’s a lot to take in.”

“What’s a lot to take in?” Fred said, walking down the steps to the garden with George. Damn he looked good - even hungover.

“The rules of Wizard’s Truth or Dare,” I said quickly, watching George go a little pale.

“Oh that’s Georgie’s new favorite game,” he said, clapping his brother on the back. George glared at him. Fred shrugged glancing around garden. He clapped his hands together. “Time for new chores little ones!” I groaned. As bad as de-gnoming the garden was, at least it was outdoors. Normally, I would look forward to being crammed in a small, cramped space with George, but not after what I just learned. I hoped he didn’t know, or it would be a very awkward hour.

“That’s not the right attitude,” Fred said, shaking his head at me. I faked a smile at him. “That’s the spirt. Now I’m going to go help Ickle Ronniekins clean up the lake.”

“No Fred, you’re supposed to clear out the shack with George and I,” I shouted at his retreating figure.

“Plans change Y/L/N. Turns out the damage we did at the lake was a lot worse than we thought. Besides,” he yelled. “I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about!”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” I said under my breath. George heard me.

“Ginny didn’t tell you?” George said, speaking for the first time. i looked over at him as we made our way to the broom shack

“Tell me what?” I asked. I knew what he was referring to, but I wanted to hear him say it. Maybe I would be able to tell how he felt about it. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it myself. Of course I liked him. I’d had a crush on George for the longest time. But it would just be so horrible if we kissed and he didn't feel the same way about me. Not to mention, our friendship would be practically ruined.

"Y/N,” he said, waving his hand in front of my face. 

“Oh sorry what did you say?” We stopped walking as we reached the broom shack, and I stepped into the cramped, dark space. I felt George step in behind me. I turned to look at him. George sighed. 

“I said...” He paused scratching behind his ears, which had began to go red. “Well, apparently we weren’t supposed to know, but it was easy enough to get out of Ron. But we uh- we kissed last night,” he said quickly, looking down at the floor.

“I know,” I said, turning around and grabbing the empty bottles as an excuse not to look at George.

“You know?” he asked, confused. “Then why did you make me tell you?”

Now it was my turn to stutter. “Well- I just- I wanted to see if they told you the same story.” He looked at me. 

“Y/N, I’ve known you since we were seven years old. I can tell when you’re lying. What was the reason?” I sighed.

“I wanted to see how you felt about it.” I looked anywhere but his eyes.

“Oh,” he said looking surprised. “I mean I thought that part was pretty obvious. I’ve been wanting to do that forever. I was just always to scared you wouldn’t feel the same way, and that it would ruin our friendship.” He sighed again. “Some Gryffindor I am, needing a bottle of Firewhiskey to kiss the girl I fancy.” I snapped out of the daze I had entered when he started talking. George fancied me? “Anyways,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to make you feel awkward, and i would never want to ruin our friendship-”

“George,” i said, laughing, cutting off his rambling. I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He blinked. “Forever.” He smiled, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Forever?” he asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Well then this worked out rather well, didn’t it?” he said, leaning down. 

“Yes, I would say it did,” I replied, connecting our lips again.

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“Do you think we should tell them that they didn’t actually kiss last night?” asked Ginny, watching Y/N and George walk out of the broom shack hand in hand. She looked over at her brother.

“No I don’t think so,” her brother said, his eyes still on the couple. “Besides, if we hadn’t done something, those two never would have told each other they had feelings for one another. And I don’t think I could’ve taken much more of George’s whining about her. ‘Oh Fred, I like her so much, her hair smells so good, do you think she likes me too?’ Merlin, it never stopped!”

“Do you think Y/N didn’t talk about him all the time too? ‘Do you think he noticed me in Qudditch today? Did you know George held my hand today?’ Honestly, it’s a miracle they were able to admit they had feelings to each other even with the plan. My god, they are so blind.”

“But the plan worked, sis. Mission accomplished.”

[spnwriter]

I got the better end of the deal

A/N: trigger warning, verbal abuse is mentioned. 

When I met Cas, he was human. I didn't know he was an angle. In fact, I was looking into April at the time, wherever she goes death follows.  I found out she was a reaper but, had something to do with the angles. She's killing people they want her to so she needs to be stopped. Reapers don't kill, it's not in their job description. As creepy as it sounds when Cas showed up at her apartment I knew something was up. She never brought anyone back to her place. I spent the night listening for any sounds out of the ordinary. It wasn't until I heard him screaming that I decided to bust in. I knew the difference between pleasure and pain screams. I busted in just in time for April to stab him with an angle blade. I quickly grabbed my very own blade, that I had melted down and recast as a regular knife. Just as I had killed her a very tall man comes running in. I quickly take him down, the large man rather easy to knock out. I stand walk over to the blue-eyed beauty sat in the chair. I put pressure on his wound trying to calm him down. I didn't notice the tall man had gotten up until it was too late.

When I woke up I was handcuffed to a chair in some concrete room. A large devil's trap on the floor. I look down noticing all my usual weapons gone, I'm covered in blood and god does my head hurt. Don't panic, I think looking around the room. The wall of files before me is on wheels so there's a way out. I need to get out of the cuffs...find a weapon of some sort. One thing at a time Y/N. The hairpin! I have a hairpin in my hair, holding my bangs back. If I can bend down enough to get to it, I can pick the lock on the cuffs. I start to slump in the chair trying to bring my head to my fingers. Right as I almost get it, a voice clears its throat. I look up to see a guy in flannel, a t-shirt under it, well-fitted jeans, boots. His short dirty blond hair messy and his green eyes watching me with amusement.

“What are you doing?” He asks

I sit up looking at the green-eyed man before me, not saying anything. He walks over to me observing me.

“Oh, trying to get the hairpin to pick the lock?” He inquires, reaching for the pin taking it out of my hair.

Well there goes that plan, I huff leaning back in the chair.

“So we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I ask questions you answer that's the deal.” The man says sitting in a chair in front of me.

“Ask me anything you want, the answers gonna be the same. Fuck you.” I spat

The man chuckles standing “You see sweetheart, you don't have the upper hand here. So I suggest you tell me what I want to know.”

“Fuck you.” I utter watching him circle me.

“Feisty, cute.” he utters stopping in front of me. He holds up my angle knife “What's this?” When I don't answer he sighs “How did you know what April was?”

“How did you know what Cas was?”

I give him a questioning look. I assume he's referring to the guy who got skewered...but he's a human right?

“So you didn't know.” He scoffs “But you did know that April was a reaper...so that makes you a hunter. The question is, why were you after her in the first place?”

He looks at me expectantly, I'm so not answering this ass hat.

“Fuck.” I start as the taller guy that knocked me out came into the room.

The shorter one turns to him.

“Dean.” The tall one says before whispering something to him.

So his name is Dean. It fits him, I think as they whisper back and forth to each other. Dean glances at me before turning back to the taller one. It's the taller one's turn to glance at me before looking back at Dean. I hear words here and there. The words 'hunter' 'reaper' 'Angle blade' is all I hear. They both stop talking as the taller one walks in front of me, he offers an apologetic smile before speaking.

“I'm Sam that is Dean...I'm sorry about this.” He jesters to the room “We just had to be sure that you were in fact just a hunter. I um...I looked through your apartment. Sorry about that by the way. I'm going to let you go just please don't fight either of us.” Sam says with pleading eyes as he gently unlocks my cuffs.

I rub my wrists as I sit up. I look at the tall hunter before me and whisper “Is the guy okay?”

He nods “Yeah Cas is fine, thanks to you.”

I stand up asking “Am I free to leave?”

“No.” Comes Dean's voice from behind Sam “I told you I had questions.”

“And I told you, the answers going to be the same.” I say walking towards him “Fuck you.” I say as I brush past him.

I hear Sam laugh as I walk out of the door. I stop observing my surroundings...where the hell am I? Seconds later Sam is beside me.

“Let me get you something to eat and we can talk...I do have questions.” Sam says gently looking down at me with a soft smile and puppy dog eyes.

God, how can anyone say no to those eyes? He seems genuinely curious and like less of a dick than the other guy.

“Okay, I'll talk to you.” I sigh as he leads me to what I assume is the kitchen. Sam ends up making a salad for us. He sits in front of me.

“Okay, what do you want to know?” I ask before taking a bite of the salad.

“How did you know what April was?”

“In the beginning I didn't. I noticed that death followed wherever she went.” I explain taking a drink of the beer in front of me “I did some research and found out she was a reaper, which I thought was normal until I heard some whispers of a reaper doing angles dirty work..naturally I thought of April. The number of deaths around her was abnormal even for a reaper...so I thought I'd look into her. Even if I was wrong at least I'd done the research to know for sure.”

“Okay but that doesn't explain how you knew about Cas.”

“I didn't. I saw him go into April's apartment. I thought it was weird, she doesn't bring anyone home.”

“So you what? Listened?”

“As creepy as it sounds but, I knew something was up.”

“And the knife?”

“Angle blade melted down and recast. Easier to use.” I smirk taking another drink of my beer. “Now I have a question...what is Cas?”

“He use to be an angle.”

“Hum...hey I saved an angle.” I smile.

Sam laughs lightly shaking his head.

And like that, my odd relationship with Winchester's began. Dean and I got off on the wrong foot in the beginning but it got worse when he kicked Cas out of the bunker. And the truth came out and it all made sense. Dean had allowed an angle to possess Sam to heal him. Sam was pissed but, I kind of see Dean's side. As much as I dislike agreeing with him, I see why he did it. I never traveled with the brothers but, occasionally I'd run into them on cases and we'd work together. The longer I was around Dean the more annoying he became. Sam and I always got along, him I'd consider a friend. Dean however always treated me like I was less than. I was always the bait if it was needed, I was the one doing research while they were doing fieldwork, and he always put up a fight about me coming on hunts. I figure in the beginning I brought it on myself by being the way I was but, after time passed I didn't know why Dean hated me so much. I tried to be nice to him. Hell, I'd even get him pie as a bribe to like me and it didn't work. The more I saw the boys the more Dean's cruel words stung. I tried to brush it off like it didn't bother me but I won 't lie I've spent my fair share of nights crying because he had said something that hurt me. I didn't say anything to Sam about it but I can tell he noticed.

I was working a hunt with the boys right now. There was only one hotel room available, two queens and a pull-out mattress. I said I'd take the pull out since I'm the shortest, trying to be nice but Sam suggested that maybe Dean take it to be a gentleman. Dean, of course, didn't like the idea.

“Why should I have to be uncomfortable? She shouldn't even be on this hunt we don't need her.” Dean complains

“Dean, she's an expert on the kind of magic this coven is using.” Sam explains before sighing.

“No, really it's fine. I can take the pull out.” I cut in just wanting the arguing to stop. “I'd be more comfortable than Dean would be, it's okay Sammy.”

Dean scoffs throwing the hotel door open. The three of us walk in to see just two queen-sized beds...there isn't a pull-out. I look over at Sam who's already looking down at me with a sympathetic smile.

“Oh hell no, there isn't even a pull-out.” Dean snarls “Where's that going to sleep?”

I freeze at the name. I've heard the name before. I can feel a lump in my throat, tears welling in my eyes. No, no I can't cry. Not in front of Dean.

“Dean.” Sam warns.

“No, Sam, I put up with that for a while because you liked her. She isn't useful and just annoying. We don't need her for this hunt. She's making things harder.” Dean snaps turning to look at me.

Just like that, I'm a kid again. Standing in the kitchen of my childhood home, my dad before me. He's yelling at me about being useless. Waste of space was one of his favorites but he much preferred to call me what I was really was...a thing. The words cut like knives reminding me of a terrible past. The tears I tried to stop before break lose. I feel hot tears pouring down my face before I turn and run out of the room. I run to my car jumping in trying to start it but it won't turn over. Of all times for my car to give me issues. I scream hitting the steering wheel allowing the sob to take over my body. My body shaking as I try to calm myself down, feeling my breathing become erratic. I feel the familiar feeling of grace wash over me, calming me. My anxiety stops as I turn to the seat beside me. Lucifer sat there. I'd met the angle working with the boys. While they were less than fond of the archangel I was very fond of him. He stayed at the bunker while possessing Cas. I was around helping in any way I could with the whole Amara thing so Lucifer and I got close. He was hurt by the way his dad was acting, I had a lot of experience with this. We bonded over the fact that both of our dads were awful people. He doesn't ask what happened or why  I was crying. It's almost like he knew. He silently asks me to step out of the car. Lucifer walks over to my side of the car before wrapping his arms around me tightly. I melt into his cool touch allowing my sadness to take over.

“Dean said something that my dad used to say to me.” I inform nuzzling my head into his neck.

Before Lucifer saw the way Dean treated me, the Winchester's were so not his favorite people but after the fact, he really really didn't like Dean. He's offered many times to smite him but I just smile and tell him no. My feelings for the fallen angle grew the more protective he became. I knew I shouldn't feel this way for him but I couldn't help it.

“And before you ask no I don't want you to smite him.” I grin knowing he was going to ask

“What can I do to that flannel wrapped nightmare?”

I snort before letting him go.

“All I ask is for you to take me away from here.” I frown

“That I can do, hold tight kitten.” Lucifer says grabbing my hips.

Suddenly We were in a very nice hotel room. King size bed made up with red silk sheets and a red bedspread. The room was absolutely gorgeous.

“Lucifer...where are we?” I ask taking in the fancy room around me.

“Hell.” He answers walking behind me.

“Didn't think it'd be so nice.” I tease leaning into his chest. He wraps his arms around me from behind.

“Thought you'd like it.”

Before I could answer my phone rings. I groan pulling it out of my pocket. Hum, Hell has great cell reception who woulda thought? Sam's calling. Probably wondering where I am. Lucifer takes my phone from my hand and answers the call.

“Hi ya, Sammy. She's with me and she won't be coming back.” he hangs up tossing my phone over his shoulder.

“Lucifer!”

“You won't need that for a while.” He says pressing a kiss to the base of my neck. I freeze. Lucifer and I have never had this kind of interaction. Obviously, he's touched me before but innocently. A hug, cuddles, the time he carried me to my room after a rough hunt. He's never insinuated that he wanted me in any way besides friendship.

“I have insinuated that I want you many times.” Lucifer starts before turning me to face him. “You were kind to me when no one else was, you treated me with compassion that no one ever has...I've wanted you for more than friendship for a very long time.”

The only thought that crosses my mind is why? I can't even be happy that he wants me the same way I want him.

“I know I promised to not read your thoughts but, I can't help it with you so close. I want you Y/N because you showed me kindness I've never been shown. You treat me as Lucifer, not as the devil. You don't care about my past and never held it against me. Same as I don't care about yours nor do I hold it against you.”

“But, Luc, I don't deserve love.” I utter “I'm broken.”

“If anyone between us two doesn't deserve love it's me.” Lucifer frowns “I've done awful things...”

“You deserve love Lucifer. And I don't care about your past you know that.” I smile cupping his jaw.

“Then let me love you and I'll let you love me.” Lucifer says leaning into my touch.

“Deal.” I smile before gigging “I just made a deal with the Devil.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes before pressing his lips to mine. I smile into the kiss. This is all I've ever wanted. Kissing him is amazing, it feels like I was made for him. He pulls back resting his forehead on mine.

“I got the better end of the deal.” Lucifer whispers.

[carryonmywaywardwriters]

Signed, Sealed, and Delivered - Sam x Reader (Mini Series)

A/N: Here’s another bit of something for my @spnkinkbingo card. This little series is going to cover a few of my squares. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Square Filled: Arranged Marriage

Warnings: Non/Dub con moments. Beaten/Abused reader. Upcoming smut.

Word Count: Roughly 1,800

“We haven't had a hunt in weeks,” Dean grumbled, leaning back in his chair. Quitting the search for a new job with every theatrical mutter he could manage. Time off forcing him to prowl the bunker like a caged beast. Sure enough, the hardened face deepened as he shot to his feet. Continuing his lumbering pace as if he'd never stopped.

“You say that like it's a bad thing,” The younger brother skimmed over the library's walls. Searching for a book that had nothing to do with lore. When he finally settled on one, he stuffed himself into the chair as deep into the corner as he could get. Crossing his leg over his knee as he opened up the hard cover. Breathing in the soft scent of aged paper, Sam let the calm sweep over him. The moment he flipped to the first page, a metallic banging caught his attention. First time, he blew it off. By the third? He had no choice but to grow alert. “You hear that?”

“Oh yeah,” Dean's grin held nothing short of carnal glee as he tugged his pistol from its place beside the abandoned laptop. “Looks like break time is over.” The hammer clicked back. Affirming the statement loudly.

Teeth grinding, Sam nodded. Slamming his novel closed, he got to his feet. Wishing for just one more moment of peace. “Fantastic.”

His own weapon was tugged out as he moved towards the staircase. Braced for war. Werewolves? Vampires? Djinn? They'd pissed off every kind of monster on the planet. Every kind of deity. Other hunters. The possibilities were endless.

“Winchesters!” A male shouted through the door as it slammed open. There were no obvious deformities. Wild, only slightly reddened eyes. Greyed out hair. Normal, albeit damaged, teeth. Shotgun in hand. Definitely a hunter. The man was waving his metal in the air wild in a single palm. His other grip was busy lugging something after him. Something that was fighting back, “You've got a debt to pay!”

“Yeah? Get in line,” Dean stepped forward. Drawing the attention to himself right from the start. Poised and ready to shoot the weapon in an instant. “Who the hell are you?”

“A friend of John's.” That earned a shared glance between the brothers. Their dad had been dead for over a decade. A hell of a long time for someone to go without making contact. A short nod said plenty. They weren't buying it. “Get up, would ya! Always so damn difficult.”

“Let...me...go!” Your voice cried out, making a move to bolt even with your wrists bound behind your back. The door slammed shut, trapping the huddled figure that Sam could just make out. That didn't stop you, though. You changed your course down the stairs in an attempt to get some kind of space. Safety from the lunatic who shared your blood.

The last step was your downfall, though. Your worn boots caught, leaving you to fall forward. Sam didn't hesitate. Moving half a step faster than his brother. The swiftness saving your face from another hard landing. “You okay?”

Your eyes met his as he helped you upright. All E/C and bloodshot from your ordeal. Dark rust crusted down your chin from where your lip had been split. Staining the white tank you wore. Black and blue lined your cheeks. Breathing hard, you remained stoic. Looking over him. Attempting to gauge how much of a threat he'd be to you. Every instinct in his body told Sam to hold on and protect the fragile being in front of him. Even as his brother's brows slammed together in distrust.

A nod was all you could muster. Your father, however, had more to say. “Which of ya two is our dear Sammy boy?”

“Why?” Dean rocked forward, again; blocking his brother as he always did. Not bothering to answer the question. Letting the man assume it was him. All too familiar with what John had thought of his youngest son before he'd croaked. 

If there was a debt? A price on his head? Didn’t matter in the end. Dean'd take it in a heart beat.

“I've got some business to take care of with him.” Came the vague answer before the weapon was trained on the boys. Not taking anything other than what he'd gotten there to accomplish. “Now...which one?”

“Me.” As soon as the word left the younger brother, your eyes jerked up to his face in horror. It was as if you'd been burned. Before he could ask what the deal was, you were scrambling again. Trying to get away from him. Shaking like a leaf all the while. “Hey,” His voice was low as he yanked you into his chest. Attempting to soothe despite the elbow to the stomach he received, “Hey...hey, I don't know what you heard about me...but, I'm not going to hurt you.”

“You better not,” The weapon master at the top of the stairs smirked, looking awfully pleased at the turn of events. “Cause that's your future wife. And you try it? I'll kill ya.”

“Future...Uh...” Sam couldn't even finish that statement as his brother turned to him; mouth open as if he was about to say something and couldn't find the words. Hoping there'd be some kind of clear up from the younger man.

Sam had nothing. He shrugged, eyes equally wide. Unable to provide an answer that made some kinda sense.

“Excuse me?” Dean finally breathed out, turning back to the doorway. Needing a little clarification. “Wife?”

“No!” The word seemed to force out even more of the fight in you. Again, you scrambled. But, the stunned being in front of you wasn't letting you go anywhere. Not until it was all laid out.

“You hush up, girly. Let the men talk.” Your father's words didn't touch you. Instead, your knee came up; knocking into Sam's crotch. Not enough to maim, but just the right amount to get free. “Y/N!” The shout of rage didn't slow you down. Instead, you bolted down through the library.

“She isn't going to get far,” Dean promised as you escaped down the closest hall, preventing your father from hunting you down in their turf. Getting back to business. “Now...talk...fast.”

“You're not goin' to let an old man rest his feet?”

“No.” Sam's answer was stern as he straightened back to his full height. Jaw working as his body throbbed in protest. His weapon raised again. Suddenly more willing to have to pull a trigger. “You stay right there and tell us why we shouldn't shoot you.”

“Shoot me? Me? I'm not the one who broke a signed contract!” Indignation filled the air as the weapon was lowered. The old man shifting into his pocket all the while. His find? A yellowed, wrinkled slip of paper that had seen better days. “I've got the proof right here. Says it in black and white. 'My son Samuel Winchester will be married to your daughter Y/N L/N. Signed, John Winchester.”

“And why would he do something like that?” Dean didn't buy it.

John had made a lot of mistakes with the boys. No one could deny that. But, he hadn't sold his sons. Least of all into marriage. And if he had? He'd have told them, surely.

“Cause I had a lead on a yellowed eyed demon.” Just like that, certainty fled. Weapons dropped an inch. Green eyes met hazel. Both less sure of their footing. “Ya seem to know what I mean.” One step. Two. He made it halfway down the stairs before the guns raised back up to aim for their lethal targets. “John needed help tracking the son of a bitch. I needed someone to look after Y/N when I’m gone...win win.”

Sam felt the breath leave his body. Another betrayal from the man he'd called father. Certain that he'd been sold to the highest bidder. Not for the first time. “Dean...check out that paper.”

The safety was pushed back on the hand gun as the older hunter turned to his brother in confusion, “Where are you goin'?”

“To find my bride.” With that, he turned away. Running his hand through his thick hair. Cursing his bloodline for the millionth time.

“God...”A heavy slam of flesh meeting wood sounded. Trapped in a dead end. “Damn...” Another crash followed in between your cursing. “It!” The cry of rage echoed down the walls as the statement was finished. Just as Sam turned the corner, you slid to the ground in defeat. Arms still trapped behind you. Head bowed. Waiting for the inevitable. “Go away.” It was a weak order delivered through a light stream of tears.

“Can't do that.” Slowly, he crouched down in front of you. “Your old man is kind of insane.”

There wasn't any point in denying that one, “Yeah? Yours, too. Should've seen him that night. Drunk...willing to do anything to get to that demon.” A broken laugh left you as you thought over everything that had led you to that point. “This whole thing is some kinda sick joke. Pops was going to toss that stupid piece of paper til his ‘prodigy’ died. Then, suddenly, you're the magical answer...Like I hadn't kept myself alive this long. Like he'd even cared about me before that...” Clanking metal sounded as you tried to get more comfortable inside your chains. Talking more to yourself than to him. “I don't even know you.”

“I...I get the feeling.” Your eyes lifted back up to him slowly. He wondered what you were seeing. What you were thinking as you looked at your future. “Thing is? I don't...I don't think either one of us is getting out of this without your dad offing someone.” There wasn't a noise from you. Simply silent defeat. “It doesn't have to mean anything, alright? We do the deed. And then you're free.”

“It doesn't work like that.” Once again your head bowed. “He's going to just keep showing up. At least, until he's dead.” Another broken chuckle left you. “Hell...probably even after that. His idea of fatherly duties, apparently.” Your shoulders drooped as the weight grew deeper. “You're right...the only way we're getting out of this is to...to kill him...let him kill one of us...or to go along with it.” Somehow, the last option held the most disdain.

“So...option one?” In his mind, it was the easiest solution.

“He's the only family I've got left...” The only ties to your past. As a Winchester, Sam appreciated the sentiment more than most. He’d done a lot of shit in his life. And yet, somehow, taking away that last link wasn’t something he could hold onto. Not with the amount of sadness residing on your face. No one said a word for a moment. Absorbing the end of the road you both faced. And then? “It's a marriage in name only...you don't touch me. Ever.”

“Deal.” Sam sounded as dead inside as you felt. Both of you sat, waiting to be found. In no hurry to rush into your futures...

Forever: @dean-winchesters-bacon​ @supernaturalginger​

[wayward-river]

Secrets

Fangs Fogarty x Jones!Reader

AN: This was requested and I’m so happy due to it being my bb boy Fangs! Hope you like it!! All mistakes are my own. I do not own the gif. Also shout out as always to @xserpentlife for being beta on this fic and helping with the end! 

Warnings: Little bit of Angst. Hiding things. 

You and Fangs had spent the whole day together in his trailer, watching movies on the couch while cuddling with many make out breaks. You had drifted off to sleep during one of the movies cuddling further into Fangs as he wrapped his arms around you.

Fangs front door swinging open and banging against the wall pulling you out of your slumber as you pushed yourself away from Fangs falling on the floor.

You covered your eyes not wanting to know who had barged in, and hopefully hadn’t got the chance to see you both so close.

Yes, you and Fangs had been dating for a few months now but it was a well kept secret. A secret Fangs wanted to tell, but you were afraid of what would happen if your father or your brother found out.

“Y/N?”

You opened your eyes to find Sweet Pea staring down at you with a smirk on his face.

“I knew you two were fucking.”

You cringed.

“Dude, we aren’t just fucking. Also when did you forget to knock?” Fangs stood up helping you off the floor.

“When did I ever knock? I am happy this is finally happening though even though you two are hiding it.”

“Pea… you can’t say anything to anyone. If my dad or Jughead found out I don’t think they’d let it continue and I won’t make Fangs choose between me and the serpents. So promise me, promise me you won’t say anything.”

“I promise I won’t but you two should. Things get out quick in the Southside both of you know that. You are lucky it was just me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah I know Sweet Pea. I’ll tell them… I just want to enjoy this time as much as possible.”

You spent the night answering questions Sweet Pea had while finishing movies and hanging out.

“I should get going” You announced pecking Fangs on the cheek and getting up.

“I’ll walk you home baby.”

“No I’ll be okay Fangs hang out with Pea, get your guy time in.” You smiled walking out and making the short distance to your trailer.

-

You opened the door as softly as you could not wanting to disturb anyone.

“Hiding something?”

You jumped letting out a startled yelp. “Jeez Jug! What the fuck?!  Way to scare me!”

“Well when you walk in like you just came from stealing candy I have to assume you are hiding something.”

You avoided eye contact. “I’m not hiding anything Juggy. I don’t know why you would think that?”

Jughead laughed. “First off you called me Juggy. You haven’t done that since you were five Y/N. Spill it.”

You looked to your older brother, crossing your arms over your chest. “I don’t have to tell you anything.”

Jughead smiled. “See now I really know you are hiding something,and you know I will find out.”

-

You had tried to avoid Fangs for the next few days which only made him worry. You were talking with Toni at the bar before walking towards the back and an arm pulled you into one of the darker corners. You smacked into a firm chest,arms wrapping around you.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Fangs…..we are in a very public place.” You tried to pull away but you always melted into his arms.

“Baby, c’mon you’ve been avoiding me why? Did I do something?” Fangs tried again.

“Jug is suspicious. I couldn’t exactly lead him to you. I’m sorry I made you worry”

“Just tell him. What's the worst that could happen?” Fangs held you to him a small kiss being placed on the top of your head.

“I could lose you.” You mumbled into his chest.

“I won’t let it happen.” Fangs told you pulling away.

“Okay. I’ll tell Jug. That should range dads reaction.” You smiled at the way his face lit up.

“Good I don’t want to hide this anymore I want the world to know you are mine.”

You gave him a quick kiss on his cheek as you walked away.

-

You sat on your bed taking deep breaths. Your thoughts raced “He can’t tell you who you can and can’t date. Just go up, be like Jug I’m dating Fangs or no be like Hey Juggy do you know Fangs? He’s my boyfriend.” You grabbed a pillow from behind you screaming into it.

A knock at your door pulling a mumbled come in from you.

“Hey Y/N/N…. You okay?”

You pulled the pillow away from your face. “Yeah Jug. I’m good, never been better. Why do you ask?”

“Oh you know the screaming into the pillow thing. The weird way you’ve been acting around people lately.”

You scoffed. “What people? I’m normal around all people.”

Jughead smirked. “Sure Y/N. Just know you can tell me things.”

You nodded. “Jug… even if its about … boys?”

Jugheads eyes widened. “Uh yeah I mean who wouldn’t want to hear about their little sister dating. I mean as long as its none of my friends or a serpent you know dad would put the fear of god into that serpent for messing with his baby girl.”

Your throat went dry. “Yeah” You gave an awkward laugh “Like I would date a serpent knowing dad is the king and would tear that person apart.”

“Okay weirdo. I’m going to the Wyrm want to join?”

You grabbed your serpent jacket. “Yeah… yeah I’ll go.”

-

You walked into the Wyrm behind your brother. Fangs smiled at you heading in to pull you into his arms. You knew that look. You turned avoiding him and smacking into Sweet Pea. You wrapped your arms around him.

“Uh Y/N? You know I like you and we’re friends and all but this is just… weird.”

You laughed. “Oh Pea you are so funny! I just missed my friend.” You snuck a peek behind him to see a furious Fangs, behind him you saw Jughead disappear up the stairs and into the office.

You pulled away from Sweet Pea. “Sorry Pea” You mumbled.

He gave you a small smile, looking down at you. “I’m not the one you should apologize to. Still haven’t said anything?”

You shook your head. “I was going to but then Jughead went on this long speech about how he hoped it wasn’t a close friend or a serpent cause they should be very afraid of my father.”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. “I mean it’s Fangs Y/N. They both love him, he takes care of you and would do anything for you the dude loves you.”

“L-Loves me?” You questioned.

Sweet Pea went white. “I have said too much. Forget it Y/N. Tell Jughead.”

You sighed. “I’ve gotta go find Fangs first.”

You walked out back finding Fangs pacing.

“Fangs.”

He continued. You stepped in front of him, making him stop.

“Fangs? Baby please stop for a second.” You tried.

“Oh careful Y/N someone might hear you.”

“I get that you are mad, you have every right to be but I was scared okay. I was scared of losing you. It kills me not to shout it to the world, but by keeping this hidden I pushed you away. I’m sorry” A tear slid down your cheek, you needed to feel him in front of you, you placed your hands on his chest. “But I don’t want to hide this anymore. I love you too you know.” You looked down at your feet waiting for his reaction.

He didn’t do anything, you were afraid you had lost him. You couldn’t look up you were to afraid that he had walked off.

You felt his hand lifting your chin to make you look at him. “Damn Sweet Pea and his loud mouth.”

You smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. Quickly pulling away. “I’m sorry I freaked out Y/N I just… I don’t know.”

“Its okay. Let's go find Jug.”

“Are you sure baby? We don’t have to”

“I need to do this, I can’t keep you a secret it isn’t right not for either of us.”

Fangs gave a nod. You both turned towards the back entrance to see your brother leaning against the door smirking.

“J-Jug, I, I can explain.” You started your voice shaky. Fangs caught on to the anxiety you had coursing through you, and stepped up.

“Look Jones. I love your sister and I’ll take whatever talk or punch you have to give me but I am not leaving her.” Fangs stepped in front of you.

Jughead let out a small chuckle. “Its cute that you think I didn’t hear your little pep talk the other night.”

“Wha-Whe-Why… why did you say all that stuff to me then!” You moved forward hitting him in the shoulder..

“I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mess with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Wait does dad know?”

Jughead smirked again. “Yeah, he found out before me actually. He kept your secret, he found out after you left your phone out the other night.”

“Damn snoop.” You muttered.

“This is a good thing Y/N, we can finally be together in more than just a trailer.” Fangs laughed and pulled you backwards into him. “I can tell the whole world.”

You smiled at his happiness. “Alright. I don’t think anyone will care, but tell anyone you want babe.”

You walked hand in hand back into the Wyrm. It felt good, being able to be with him and not have to hide it. You were finally realizing what you had missed for so long.

Fangs looked around before cupping his hands around his mouth gaining the attention of the bar. “I just have to let you all know that I love Y/N Y/M/N Jones, and I don’t care who knows it!”

You gave a soft giggle. He was such a dork.

“Yeah we know! You eye fuck each other all the time, All. The. Time. It is actually kind of disgusting.” Sweet Peas yell back caused you and Fangs to send him dirty looks which he sent a smirk back in return.

Fangs pulled you to him capturing your lips with his in a heated kiss. A clear of a throat behind you pulled you apart.

“I am happy this isn’t being hidden anymore but that is still my baby girl Fogarty, so you better watch yourself” FP let out behind you.

“Sorry Sir.” “Sorry Dad” You and Fangs replied in unison.

“Fogarty let's have a talk.” FP placed his arm around Fangs shoulders before you could even stop him fangs was already up the stairs and the door was closing behind them.

You watched in horror as Fangs disappeared in front of your eyes.

“Oh no, no no no no no.” You mumbled as you paced back and forth in front of the steps.

He was going to kill him. His beautiful face was going to be hurt. Why did your dad act happy? Damn Jughead.

Sweet Pea made his way in front of you. You moved around him slightly.

“Y/N, he’ll be fine.” He tried.

You let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah sure Pea.”

Sweet Pea took a seat on the bottom step watching you pace back and forth. Fangs and FP behind him.

“Wanna calm your girl?” Sweet Pea moved to let Fangs through. “I tried, she won’t stop pacing”

Your pacing halted as Fangs put his hands out placing them on your shoulders. “Baby… babe. Princessa please calm down.”

You looked up “F-Fangs baby? You are okay? Your face is fine? What happened? Did he hurt you? If he hurt you I will end him!” You rambled off quickly, your hands going over Fangs face and body.

Fangs grabbed your hands placing them on his chest as he pulled you into him. “Baby I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me we just had a serious talk. Plus I think he was mad Jug got to mess with you a bit and he didn’t”

You looked up glaring at your dad.

“Sorry baby girl. You know you pranked me good a few weeks ago… I had to get you back.”

You rolled your eyes as you allowed Fangs to walk you over to the pool tables. Sweet Pea starting a game up for the two of them. In between his shots he would wrap you up in his arms holding you close as he peppered kisses on your face as much as he could. This was what a normal relationship felt like, you could kiss him anytime you wanted or cuddle up next to him at the drive in, you could show the world that you loved him and everything felt so perfect.

[mona-stay]

Baby Bombshell 

Request from wattpad - i'd like to make a request for a sweetpea x reader chapter. the main plot would be that the reader finds out she's pregnant with sweetpes's baby and she has no idea what to do and asks fp and he tells her to just tell him so she does and he's super happy and it's just cute and fluffy.

Pairing sweet pea x reader

Warnings  swearing otherwise none, pregnancy if that's classed as a warning Story

"shit! shit! shit!" you said aloud to yourself,  looking in the bathroom mirror, "how did this happen" was the next question you asked your reflection in the mirror. You knew how it happened the question was rhetorical. Unprotected sex was the reason you now stood in the bathroom cursing yourself, holding the positive test in your hand. your mind went crazy, thinking about what comes next. how were you going to tell your family, Fp would be disappointed but not angry, your father on the other hand would be more than angry maybe it's a good job he's in prison and you lived with your uncle Forsyth. then you thought about telling sweet pea, how could you tell him he was going to be a father. 

sitting down on the floor looking at the word positive, "What am I going to do?" you asked yourself, running your hands over your face. A loud bang on the door made you jump hitting your head on the sink "Ouch!" you shouted rubbing the spot, getting to your feet. "you okay in there?" you head fp call through the door. Danmit when did he get home? you thought trying to hide the pregnancy test box from view "one minute" you shouted trying to sound normal and hide all emotion in your voice. however the high pitched tone was anything but normal. Another knock came this time louder and more urgent, "y/n what are you doing in there?" he shouted, after hearing you rush around inside.

Fp didn't give you time to answer before opening the door. You stood like a deer caught in headlights as you looked up at your uncles confused expression. Your heart pounded like it was threating to come out your chest. his eyes went around the bathroom seeing things knocked over, something he knew you did when mad or upset.

He sighed giving you a sad half smile, "wanna talk about it or do you wanna keep cursing at yourself in the mirror?" he said pointing to the couch. You nodded releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding, slowly walking out the bathroom.

Fp sat next to you before he could say anything or ask anything, you burst into tears. he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back to calm his only niece. "hey, y/n! come on its ok. we can talk about this" he said. you sat back out of his hug, wiping the tears from your checks. " I'm pregnant uncle Forsyth" you say not looking him in the eyes.

Silence filled the room as Fp gathered his thoughts, you wanted to look up and see if you could tell what he was thinking but you were also too scared you'd see anger. Fp pinched his nose taking a deep breath, "It's not the end the end of the world y/n! you have options and support kid, you know I'll be here whatever you chose to do, Jughead too" he said.

nodding back you mumbled "thanks" but you didn't know what you were going to do yet. groaning you cover your face "what should I do? My dad will kill me then sweet pea" you say from behind your hands. "what did Sweet Pea say?" he asked. when you didn't answer Fp shook his head "you haven't told him, have you?" he asked.

You shook your head no, "I can't tell him" you say feeling your eyes fill up again. Fp sighed again "y/n you need to tell him, he has a right to know" your uncle told you.

Deep down you knew he was right but that didn't stop your mind racing with all negative thoughts about telling him. "what if I tell him and he leaves me! What if he's angry at me for it! Decides he doesn't want to be a father that we are too young and I'm alone!" you say, the thought of sweet pea leaving you has you crying more than ever. The type of crying that give you the hiccups as you try to breathe through the tears.

Fp places his hand on your shoulder to get your attention "look if that's what he does, leaves you then he's a fool! But sweet pea is crazy about you and he also has a right to be a part of whatever you choose to do. And like I said before you'll never be alone" he said in a firm tone. You nod not truly believing sweet pea would happy but fp was right you needed to tell him.

"and my dad?" you ask still trying to stop your tears and calm your breath. Fp smiled at you with a small laugh "leave him to me I could always talk my baby brother into anything" he said trying to give you hope. "how about this you talk to sweet pea and then see what happens. Then I'll see your dad and break the news to him" fp offered.

You nodded getting off the couch heading for your room. Fp frowned at you "where you going?" he asked. You gave a small smile "no time like the present! I'm going to get changed and fix my make up and go to his trailer" you say trying to will yourself to go.

You stood outside sweet peas trailer, you felt sick but that was because of your nerves. Mumbling to yourself, you tried to think of the best way to tell him "sweet pea I'm pregnant, no that's too blunt! Sweet pea I need to tell you something we're gonna have a baby! No that doesn't sound right too" you groaned in frustration. "sweet pea I have something important to tell you"

Lost in your own you didn't notice the trailer door open. Not until you heard a familiar voice "y/n what are you doing here I thought you weren't coming over tonight" he asked with a smile. You walked inside not saying a word, that sickly feeling now a million times worse with each step. Sweet pea went to give you a warm hug, like he would always do but you backed out of it. Sweet pea looked at you but worried and confused "is everything ok y/n?" he asked slowly. Feeling your body trembling you clenched up your hands into fists trying to stop yourself from breaking down again.

"y/n your starting to scare me, your pale as a ghost and you're shaking what's happened to talk to me!" sweet pea said unsure what to do, part of him was thinking about calling Jones to come. "I'm pregnant" you say not knowing what else to say or how else to say it. Sweet pea went quite, his mouth hung slightly open with a look of blank shock on his face. Your eyes tried to scan his for anything, a look of joy, or hate, anger or happiness but you saw nothing.

A minute felt like an eternity as you stirred at each other. All the fear you felt telling fp, starting filling you. Sweet pea still hadn't said anything so you turned to leave saying the only thing you could think of "I'm sorry" before you go running out.

As you got to the door you felt him grab your arm. "you're pregnant, I'm gonna be a father!" he said like the words hadn't sunk in. You nodded wiping your face with the sleeve of your jacket, not daring to look at him. Sweet pea started to smile, giving you an unexpected hug, you jumped at his sudden movement. "you're not mad?" you asked stunned by the sudden joy in his eyes. Sweet pea leaned back to look you in the eyes "why would I be mad" he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders "I don't know, I thought you would be angry and leave me, tell me to get an abortion that you don't want kids" you said low. Sweet pea kissed your forehead then took your hand leading you to the couch. He sat with his body turned towards you, taking both your hands in his "y/n, I love you I would never leave you ever!" he said squeezing your hands a little as he spoke. "and I could never be mad or angry at you for being pregnant with my child. If anything it only makes me love you more" he said with a smile.

You looked up smiling back "so you're okay with this being a dad, having a baby together?" you ask still a little unsure and nervous. You had planned and tried to prepare for him to not want the baby, you hadn't thought about him wanting to keep it. So hadn't yourself thought about what you would do.

Sweet pea pulled you closer, gently kissing your lips "of course I do, are you okay with this do you want to keep the baby or... " he didn't finish the sentence but you both knew what he meant. You took a deep breath gathering your thoughts wanting to be as honest as possible with him" I do want to keep our baby but I'm also scared, since I found out I've been too scared about what everyone will say I haven't thought about what I want" you say

Sweet pea smiled "first, who cares what anyone else thinks, and yes it's gonna going to be scary and hard at times but this is our chance to have a family something we both haven't really had. I know the serpents are family but with both are mums runaways and our dad's in prison this is our chance to have a real family. " he answered, his tone filled with hope and happiness.

You certainly didn't expect him to say that but couldn't have been happier to hear it. Leaning forward you kissed him this time a deeper kiss than before. When you stopped he pulled you into his arms placing his hand on your stomach "so did that mean we're going to be parents then?" he asked with a smirk. 

You looked up at him, the big goofy smile, the warm loving look in his eyes that you couldn't say no to. You had each other, and with the help of fp and the rest of the serpents, sweet pea was right you could be a family. "that's definitely a yes, daddy! "you smile back feeling most of the fear you had faded away.

For the rest of the night sweet pea spoke about all the different things you could both do, like how to decorate the baby's room, that he and fangs could do a jungle theme to match boy or girl. Then how he was going to teach him or her to ride a bike, play games and go camping on the weekends. Sweet peas excitement rubbed off on you as you started to plan your future.

It started to get late so sweet pea said he was going to walk you home. When you got inside you saw fp, Jughead and Betty sat in the living room. Fp looked up at you both, giving that raised eyebrow, silently asking you if you'd told sweet pea.

When he couldn't get an answer "so anything you both want to tell me?" he said, practically demanding you to answer. You started to giggle when sweet pea smile grew bigger giving fp his answer.

"what's going on, why are you laughing and sweet pea smiling like that" Jughead asked probably thinking the pair of you had been up to mischief as usual. "we're going to have a baby" you say. Sweet pea laugh "you shouldn't have told them, could have gave them a new mystery to solve" he said jokingly.

Both Betty and Jughead looked surprised but happy for you, getting up to hug and congratulate you both. Fp got up hugging you "told you had nothing to worry about, you're going to be a great mum y/n" he said in your ear. Looking around the room you were happy to see your family with you knowing soon it's going to be a little bigger.

[gondom]

12.24.18 || Christopher Bang

➳ summary: Everyone is born with a specific date and initials somewhere on their body. The date indicates the day you are destined to meet your soulmate and the initials are your soulmates, well, initials. Soulmates have been around since the beginning and are never meant to be wrong. But what if the universe does make a mistake? What happens then?

➳genre: soulmate au, fluff, is this angst?

➳word count: 2020

➳warnings: it’s cheesy as fuck.

➳note: this is my first au so it’s bad.

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“Y/N!!!! ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS EVE!!!” I hear my best friend Nori yell as she runs into my dorm room.

Nori and I have this ‘special bond’ some may say. We both have the same soulmate mark imprinted on our right wrists. 12.24.18 HH. You would think we would be enemies since it’s seems like we have the same soulmate, right? Wrong. Us having the same soulmate made us closer than ever and we don’t even have any idea why.

“There’s still three weeks until christmas but anyways what about it?” I ask a little uninterested as I’m trying to study for university. “What about it?! WHAT ABOUT IT???!” She repeats me with a shocked expression. “Y/n we are going to meet our soulmate!!” She says basically jumping up and down.

Nori has always dreamed of the day she would meet “HH” but at the same time, dreaded the thought of them having to choose her or me. I, on the other hand, have never felt a special connection to the date or the initials. She always calls me crazy for not counting down the days, but why would i need to count? The universe has it’s ways on how it wants things to go...right?

I set down my pencil and turn to face her. “That’s amazing Nori. I’m sure you and HH will be extremely happy together. But you know something that will make me extremely happy?” I ask, staring at her, hoping she will calm down. “If you remember that I have a really important test tomorrow that i NEED to pass.” I tell her, turning back to my computer to study.

Nori sighs, standing up from her place on my bed. “Y/n? Can I ask you a question?” She asks, as she begins to walk out the door. “Mhm” I hum. “W-Why aren’t you excited to meet HH? I mean, they are the person that one of us are destined to spend the rest of our life with. But whenever we talk about it, you never seem interested.” She says, trying to focus all of her attention to the way I would react, but all she got was a simple shrug of the shoulders. “Well, good luck with your test tomorrow. Fingers crossed you pass.” She says, doing the quick motion of her fingers. “Goodnight.” She sighs, finally closing the door and leaving back to her dorm. “Night.”

“Why am I so uninterested?” I’ve been asking myself this question everyday for the past two months. The closer we get to the date, the more I want to distance myself from actually meeting them. Is it because I’m not ready? Is it because I know they are going to choose Nori instead of me and I’m just scared to get my heart broken? Or is it because the universe messed up my soulmate? I guess I’ll just have to wait to find out.

Three weeks pass. I’m walking around campus when I see Nori sitting alone at a table by the main fountain. Usually that’s a normal thing to see, students reading or drawing or something by the fountain, but Nori isn’t doing anything. She has nothing in her hands, no earbuds playing music nor anything in front of her except for her wrist. All she’s doing is staring down at it.

“Hey Nori. What are you doing?” I ask, walking up to her and sitting down at the table. She doesn’t answer nor does she even acknowledge my presence. “Nori? Are you okay?” I ask yet another question, hoping to get a response this time, but still, nothing. I look down at her wrist thinking her mark is gone or has changed, but nothing looks different. I grab her hand with my own finally breaking her gaze and getting her to look at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask with worry in my voice once I notice that she was starting to cry. “What happens to our friendship once next week happens?” She asks as her tears star to stream down her face. I don’t know why, but her question caught me off guard. What really is going to happen? We are supposed to meet HH and he’ll have to choose one of us. What would that do to our friendship? Not knowing the answer, all I can do is stare at her. “I have to go. I’ll see you later, yeah?” She says, standing from her seat and slinging her backpack around her shoulders. “Yeah. See you later.” I lightly smile and wave her goodbye.

I get back to my dorm and all I can think about is what Nori had said. Deciding I need to distract myself, I put on Moana and get up to make some popcorn when I hear a ding from my phone. I look to see who texted me and smile when I see my brother, Kaden,’s name shining brightly on my phone.

“Hey sis! How are you?” I read the text and smile. I haven’t been able to talk to him for such a long time because he still lives in Australia and I moved to the states, so the time difference makes it hard to talk to each other. Plus our busy schedules.

“Hi Kaden!!! I’m good, just busy with school. How are you and mom?” I quickly respond, sitting back down on my bed. “We are doing really good. We just miss you.” I smile. “Awe I miss you guys too.” I relpy. “So I have a question. Are you coming back to Sydney for Christmas? Everyone is really wanting to see you.” I frown a bit apon reading this. It’s been so long since I visited home.

“I would love to come back, but I don’t have the money for a plane ticket right now. Especially on such short notice.” I sit cris cross and wait for a response. “I can take care of that for you. Just please say yes.” He begs. “That’s a lot of money Kaden.” I argue. “Oh please, I spend more money on you when we go shopping, this plane ticket is nothing.” I laugh reading this. “Okay. Looks like I’m coming back home.” I smile. “Yay! I’ll let mom know.” He quickly replies. “Okay just tell me when the flight is.” I stand up to check my calendar. “It’s on the 21st. This Friday.” I check and see and luckily I’m not busy. “Okay. I’ll see you then. You’ll pick me up from the airport right?” I ask. “Of course. We can’t wait to see you!” He replies. “I can’t wait to see you guys too!” I respond back with a smile on my face. “I have to go now. Have a good week and stay safe. See you on Friday. Love you.” He finalizes the conversation. “Yep. Love you too.”

The week passes and I had to tell Nori that I was going back to Sydney for the holiday. Of course she freaked out because we wouldn’t be together when we meet HH but maybe that was a good thing. I had to explain to her that maybe our marks where the same but our soulmates where different. She eventually agreed to let me go. She even drove me to the airport. She walked me to TSA and went in to give me a hug. “Nori why aren’t you coming to Sydney too? Your family still lives there right?” I ask into the hug. “Some of them but my dad actually moved to Seattle a couple of months ago so I’m going to spend Christmas with him.” She pulls away. I nod and smile at her before turning and going to the checking area.

After the long flight, I arrive at the Sydney airport and am greeted by Kaden. Smiling, I run up to him and give him a hug. “Hey lil sis.” He chuckles. “Hey big bro.” I pull away and grab my suitcase again. “Ready to go?” He asks taking my suitcase for me. “Yep.” I follow him as he starts walking to his car. The car ride back home was full of laughter and obviously loud singing. We arrive at home and I catch up with family and old friends. Then the days past and the day finally comes. December 24th. Christmas Eve. The day I supposedly meet HH. Just thinking that I’m going to meet my soulmate today makes my stomach drop.

Every year my mom throws an annual party to celebrate the holiday and invites family and close family friends. This year is no different.

“Hey honey. How are you feeling?” My mother asks as she leans against the door frame to my bathroom. She knows about my mark, well of course she does, she’s my mom. I breath deeply and turn to face her. “I’m nervous.” I reply looking down at my hands. She turns me around to face the mirror again and moves the hair out of my face. “Well, that’s normal. I was nervous when I met your father but look, everything went perfectly.” She smiles at me. I smile back at her. “But what about Nori?” I ask, suddenly feeling guilty for leaving. Mom sighs. “Well, maybe you both do have different soulmates.” She looks at me sympathetically. I sigh and smile back at her. “I’ll let you finish getting ready.” She kisses the back of my head and walks out the door.

About 15 minutes later, I’m done getting ready and the first couple of people have arrived. I suddenly get a shooting pain throughout my right wrist where my mark is. It then starts to tingle and I hear my phone ding. I grab my phone with my right hand and massage my wrist with my other hand. I look down to see that Nori had texted me.

“Y/n!! I met him!!!” My heart stops as soon as I read this knowing exactly who she was talking about. “Really?! What’s his name?” I shakily reply. “Hwang Hyunjin.” She replies. “I’ll explain everything tonight okay? I have to go right now though. I miss you and I can’t wait till you come back.” I don’t respond. I don’t really know how to. That’s when I look down at my wrist to see my mark slowly fading way. I knew this was going to happen though, Nori was the one that actually wanted to be with him. Tears softly fall from my eyes but I quickly wipe them away and stand up, fixing my face. I sigh and go downstairs to join the party, putting on a fake smile to hide my sadness.

As the night goes on and more people arrive, I’m slowly losing energy and decide that I should relax on the couch. Just as I’m walking to the couch though, my mom call my name and motions me over. “Y/n come here. I want you to meet someone.” She motions me with her hand. I walk over and put on yet another fake smile. I stand next to her and look at the people infront of me and my heart skips a beat. There is a beautiful lady in a red dress that looks around my moms age and a man in a casual striped button up and black jeans that looks around my age.

“Y/n, this is Karen Bang and her son Christopher. Karen and I were best friends in high school.” She smiles. I smile and extend my arm to shake their hands. The second my hand meet’s Chris’s, though, my wrist starts to tingle once again, but more intensely. Both Chris and I quickly pull away and look at our wrists. “M-mom, my mark is...changing?” I say in confusion. She grabs my wrist and looks at it with wide eyes, same as Karen with Chris. My mom then grabs Chris’s wrist and Karen grabs mine. Chris and I stare at each other.

12.24.18 CB.

The mark has the same date just different initials. I then see Chris’s wrist.

12.24.18 (your initials)

I found my soulmate.

[cleighwrites]

Dean’s Djinn World

SPN Fanfic

Characters -  AU!Sam x Dean

Summary -  Dean wakes up to his average life with Sam, but it's a little too good to be true

Word Count -  1,808

A/N -  I wrote this as part of my Wincest Big Bang for 2018, The Ones We Leave Behind (Ao3 link) I Wincested season 2... with an alt ending, but it was running a little long so I cut out Dean's Djinn world scene.  

Warnings -  SMUT in the form of shower sex, happy Sam, djinn world oddness, dream suicide

Dean jerked to consciousness then relaxed as he felt warm, strong arms wrapped around him, and his baby brother softly snoring into his neck. His mind raced, he couldn’t remember going to bed, or getting back to the motel for that matter. He tried to think of the last thing he could remember clearly, but he couldn’t picture anything after he had left to check out that warehouse for the Djinn. Maybe he had been knocked out, it wouldn’t be the first time.

Dean let himself settle back into Sammy as his breathing regulated. He was surprised that his sudden tenseness hadn’t woken him up, they had both always been light sleepers, but he didn’t think too much more of it as he drifted off back to sleep. Dean had a fitful night’s sleep, his dreams filled with a girl who looked like she was having the life drained out of her.

The following morning Dean woke to an empty bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, and immediately jumped out of bed as the morning light showed that he was not back at the motel like he had thought. He was in a bedroom, a shared bedroom; both his and Sammy’s things scattered across a dresser and mirror set on the opposite wall from the king size bed that he was now standing beside. He quickly took in his surroundings and made his way to the closet, hoping to find some clothes since he was in nothing but his boxer briefs.

After dressing he heard noises from somewhere downstairs in the assumed house that he was in. As he made his way down the short hallway and started to descend the stairwell he became more and more uneasy. There were pictures of him and Sammy on all the walls, and even more inexplicable there were pictures of the two of them with their mom, recent pictures. Dean’s mind was in a haze, how hard had he hit his head? Am I in a coma, or dead?

The sound and smell of bacon frying lead him to the kitchen, where his baby brother was cooking breakfast in his underwear. The sight stopped him dead in his tracks as he openly gawked at Sammy swaying to some unheard tune, flipping bacon in the pan while chewing on a piece that was half hanging out of his mouth. Dean couldn’t help the laugh that fell from his lips at the absurdity of Sammy dancing while cooking what looked like an entire pound of bacon. He had never seen his baby brother eat more than two pieces of bacon with his breakfast, and that was a rarity.

Sammy turned at the sudden noise behind him with a grin on his face, “Mornin’ De. You didn’t seem to sleep well last night, so I figured I’d let you sleep in. I should have known the smell of bacon would have woken you up.”

It was then that Dean noticed the lightness in Sammy’s words, the carefree way he turned back to his cooking, the heartbreaking ease with which he was smiling as he worked. This was not his Sammy, something was definitely wrong. Dean needed to figure out exactly what was going on, and quick; whatever it was couldn’t be good.

“De?” Sammy was looking at him, concern evident in his eyes, just like the last time he had seen him; the real him.

“Yeah, uh, sorry. Long night.” Dean tried not to back away as this happy Sammy came around the kitchen island with a plate full of bacon and eggs, just the way he liked them.

“I noticed, you haven’t slept like that since Dad died. Was it the same nightmare?” Sam noticed Dean’s hesitation and moved past him to set his plate on the table next to two glasses of orange juice, motioning for him to join him.

“Yeah, probably.” He wasn’t really sure what he should say until he figured out what was going on.

Dean walked over and joined his brother at the ornate dining room table, grinning as he noticed that Sam’s plate had more eggs and fruit than bacon, while his was mostly bacon with a couple of eggs. He figured that no matter what was going on, he would need his strength, so he ate his breakfast quickly, only noticing Sammy staring at him when he went to down his orange juice.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’ve just never seen you eat so fast. Are you in that much of a hurry to get to Mom’s?”

Dean swallowed hard, “Mom’s?”

Sam chuckled, that left dimple making its second appearance that morning, “Yeah, Mom’s; it’s Sunday. Dean are you feeling alright?” He reached for his forehead and Dean grabbed his wrist to stop him from touching him. Sam got a hurt look on his face, but took his hand back.

“I’m fine Sammy, just forgot what day it was.” He tried to flash him a reassuring smile, but Sam didn’t seem to buy it.

Dean sat awkwardly at the table, looking out the window at the strange neighborhood, while Sammy finished his breakfast. When he was finished he grabbed the plates and glasses and went to take them to the dishwasher.

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Sam looked both amused and worried, if that was even possible.

“Yeah, why? Since you cooked, I figured I’d clean.” Dean tried to brush off the feeling that he was doing everything wrong and that something terrible was going to happen because of it.

“That’s just it- you know what? I’ll take it, I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” Sam stood and walked toward the stairs, “I’m going to take a shower…” he trailed off, lifting his eyebrows and grinning when Dean turned to look at him.

Dean’s cock was half hard before he tossed the plates haphazardly into the dishwasher and made his way back upstairs, right on Sam’s heels. Even if this wasn’t his Sammy, at least this was the same. He had his shirts off and his pants undone by the time they made it to the bedroom. Sam turned and caught him with his lips as he struggled to get his pants off of his legs. They were laughing into each other’s mouths before they pulled apart so that Dean could finish getting undressed.

Sammy was in the bathroom getting the water up to temperature and Dean took the moment to take a closer look around the room. There were more pictures of the two of them, some from when they were younger on a lake, teenagers on a road trip, Sammy in a cap and gown with Dean smiling proudly at his side. Photographic evidence of a happy childhood and a happy life lived. Dean couldn’t help but smile, even as his uneasiness grew. At least some version of Sammy got to grow up happy and live a normal life.

“You coming, De?”

Dean cleared his throat, “Yeah, Sammy, be right there.”

Their shared shower was huge, obviously designed so that the both of them could shower together comfortably without too much thought of having to avoid rogue elbows; it was strange. What was stranger still was how Sammy had grabbed Dean’s hand and led it from his hip to his ass; that was generally Dean’s move. He didn’t argue though, Dean would give Sam, any Sam, whatever he wanted.

Sam came quickly with Dean’s fingers massaging his prostate and other hand gripped tight around his flushed cock. Dean had to make himself focus and not lose his head as this Sam took him into his mouth like they’d been doing this for years. He knew exactly how to swirl his tongue just under the head, just how hard to suck and when, and that flick of his tongue on his over sensitive head was enough to make Dean’s knees give out.

They dressed in comfortable silence, needlessly brushing up against one another while reaching for articles of clothing. Sam wore khakis with a baby blue sweater over a simple black and white button up shirt. Dean had found a dark pair of jeans, a black tee shirt, and a solid maroon flannel that looked like one that he already had, it made him feel more comfortable.

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Dean was in shock as he raced to the abandoned warehouse. He knew everything was too good to be true. Him and Sammy living happily together, his mom being alive, his mom, not Sam’s, because Sam was not his brother. Apparently, they had been inseparable since middle school, fell in love in high school, and had bought their house and moved in together after college, which they had both attended. One thing that hadn’t changed was that their dad was still dead, a stroke in his sleep after his softball team had won the Championship. It was just too much.

Sam was sitting beside him, having refused to let him drive off “hysterically,” alone. Dean didn’t like bringing this Sam with him on a hunt, unsure of how entangled this fantasy Sam was with his Sam. Fuckin Djinn dream world. Dean had hit up the local university to see what he could find out about Djinn and their “wish fulfillment” tendencies. The best he was able to figure out was that the Djinn had attacked him and put him in some sort of dream world where his wish that his mom had never died was granted. Of course, since their mom never died, their dad had never gotten into hunting, and being that him and Sammy weren’t even brothers meant that everyone they had saved had gone unsaved in this world. All of those people, all of their hard work and sacrifice had never happened; all those lives just lost.

Dean had a moment where he thought that he could just let it go. If he didn’t save himself, if he let himself accept this dream world, he could live a happy, long life with Sammy, he could make his mother proud. In the end he knew that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did that; hell, he was likely half dead already in the real world.

The dream world put up a fight in the end, all the people in that life coming forward, trying to get him to stay. It was Sam that had almost won him over, but it was also Sam who had made up his mind that he had to wake himself up. Dean knew there was a wives-tale that if you die in your sleep that your mind will wake you up, otherwise you would die for real. Dean decided that he was dead either way, so it was worth the risk; he shoved the silver knife into his body, just under the ribs.

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Like home | Final chapter

❖ Author: @waywardkitten​

❖ Featuring: Wincest

❖ Warnings/Tags: Wincest, weecest, canon compliant, canon fuckery, a/b/o, Alpha!Dean & Omega!Sam, light violence, bullies, angst by the truckload, smut, feels, the whole shebang

❖ Rating: Teen & up

❖ Word count: 2150

❖ Beta: @trash0saurusrex

❖ Summary: Rewrite of the beginning of Lazarus rising

❖ A/N: So here it is.The final chapter. Still can not believe I finished it. I really hoped you loved this story as much as I do and I hope your hearts isn’t to mauled by the angst levels. I might write an epilogue for this if there is interest, so let me know. Also please let me know what you thought about this story now that it is finished. It’ll only take a moment of your time but it will make my day♡ Masterlist Feedback appreciated and encouraged ♡

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September 18 2008

Sam: 25 y/o

Dean: 29 y/o

The oxygen went down like a thorn bound intrusion in his lungs; it burned like wildfire and acid, clawing up his throat — like the air didn’t belong there anymore.

Dean gasped and searched with his hands, blindly looking for anything to help him figure out where he was. His hand finally landed on a lighter in his pocket. The flame illuminated the tight space, flicking shadows over the old wood of his coffin.

His coffin.

The soil was like sandpaper in his eyes and the need for breath tore at his lungs almost as much as drawing one would, but it was a welcome burn, it meant he was alive. But it hurt, so much so that he didn’t even reflect over the smell of damp rich soil that followed the air up his nose when he finally felt fresh air descend his lungs. He gasped and groaned, digging his fingers into fistfuls of grass covered ground to drag his body out of his grave

   ‘I’m clawing my way out of my own grave I am clawing my way out of my own grave, jesus christ’

All the way out, he turned on his back allowing himself a brief moment to relax before —

His mind hadn’t had the chance to work through what had happened or where he was or what he should be expecting, it was like his brain was pushing that stuff out of his reach purposefully, knowing it was something that would probably break him; a self preservation brain fog of sorts.

The sun warmed his face slightly but it didn’t feel as he’d expected, as his memories told him it should feel; the warmth awoke other feelings in him —  fear and a sudden urge to vomit. He blinked some dirt from his lashes, peering up. The light felt unnatural and stung his eyes like saltwater.

He stood up on wobbly legs, looking around. The whole clearing looked like it had been leveled by a bomb blast.

‘What the hell was going on?’

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A jolt of exhilaration went through his chest when the rickety car roared to life, and he quickly closed the door and wheeled the rusty old thing out of the gas station.

He gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles began to whiten. He had time to think now. And every thought he’d suppressed up until then came rolling in, over, inside and around him like a vicious thundercloud.

   ‘Where’s Sammy?’

   ‘Where am I?’

   ‘What the fuck was that at the gas station?’

   ‘Who brought me back?’

   ‘Where’s my Omega?’

   ‘Why was I buried?’

   ‘Who did this?’

   ‘Where’s my mate ?’

The questions tumbled like waves in his head, breaking on top of the other so loud and cacophonous that he had a hard time focusing on the road, the asphalt blurring in front of him. He slowed on the gas and granted himself a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

He gasped when the scent of leather and warm late-summer day reached his nostrils. He pulled on the brakes in panic and stumbled out of the car.

He looked down at his stomach again, letting his fingers trace over where the wounds and scars should’ve been. He hadn’t dared to think about who had done this, who would go through the trouble of putting him back together, much less anything else as in at what length he had been made whole. He looked around, looking cautiously over the forest trees framing the road. He took a hesitant step towards the ditch and then another before he was almost touching.

He drew in a deep breath.

It was almost too much. The scent of wood and pine and moss, rainwater and so many different types of wildlife and green exploded inside him, almost stinging the inside of his nose — like hot spices on fresh taste buds.

He had to lean forward on his thighs to steady himself, his mind reeling, making him dizzy.

   “I can’t believe it..”

The Alpha within him, quiet up until now, slowly came back to life with him and he growled happily in the back of Dean’s mind, content now that his world had been made complete again.

Dean let his nose drag against the apex of his upper arm, inhaling as he went, scenting the soil still smudged on his body and the warm fragrance of sandalwood and bergamot he’d been told clung to his skin. He was still confused but he couldn’t deny the rush of joy that rushed from his stomach to his chest in a burst of elation like he’d not felt in a long time.

He breathed in, again and again until a completely unconstrained laugh bubbled up his throat and erupted on his lips. He sank down on the asphalt, letting the laughter rock his body as he breathed in again and again, putting pieces of clothing up to his nose to smell, not caring if the scents were pleasant or not. Sweat, salt, grease and dirt — it was all amazing.

Tears of relief stung at his eyes and he wiped them with a small smile he allowed himself before he reeled himself back in and went back to the car. He had a hard time wrapping his head around what had happened but had to stow it away for later, he had other priorities to tend to.

The car roared angrily as Dean shifted into gear and pushed the gas, the tires screeching as he continued down the road.

He tried to focus on the more practical questions of who, how and why but the thought of his brother pressed on against the back of his mind, especially now (What do you smell like, Sammy?), pushing its way through, and every time he envisioned his face a sharp tug pulled on his heart making it harder still for him to breathe. He lost to it, forfeited all the objectively more pressing thoughts to only one— to find Sam.

His mind felt lighter, clearer as he with determination pushed the old roaring engine harder. He needed to find his mate, all else could wait, all else had to wait. And since all Sam’s numbers were disconnected there was only one place he could go.

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   “Surprise”

If there was an entry in the encyclopedia about the look on a man’s face who’s just seen a ghost, Dean was pretty sure a picture of Bobby would be right next to it.

   “I- I don’t..”

   “Yeah, me neither.. but here I am”

Dean knew it was a shit way to ease the shock, but sarcasm, irony and dark humour? It was the only tools in his repertoire.

What happened next went so fast Dean had a hard time getting a grip on it. Normally Bobby wouldn’t stand a chance on him but given the circumstances — well, Dean had had better days.

They tumbled for a while until Dean got a hold of the silver knife Bobby was trying to gut him with. He hesitated only a moment before putting the blade to his own skin and pulled, a line of blood confirming him as being no shifter nor revenant.

Bobby’s eyes widened in disbelief, hope and uncertainty lighting his face

   “Dean?”    “That's what I've been trying to tell you.”

And then the beta hugged him and Dean felt a quick wisp of relief, the scent of home, belonging and safe surrounding him. The alpha part of his brain purred in content as it recognized Bobby as family, pack.

   “It's... It's good to see you, boy.”    “Yeah, you too.”

Bobby did a double take.

   “Wait..did you just scent me?”

   “Yeah.. I guess whoever healed me did a bang up job, huh? ”

He was not ready when cold water splashed all over his face. He closed his eyes against the droplets and sighed.

   “I’m not a demon either, you know”

Bobby shrugged sheepishly.

   “Sorry.. can’t be too careful”

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   “You really oughta fix this old girl up, Bobby, she deserves better”

   “Not everybody have to treat their car like their other half, boy, now quit your yappin and let’s go”

Dean slid in on the passenger seat of the old familiar Chevrolet Chevelle, patting the leather seats with a grin

   “Nice to see ya, girl”

It was not like having his old Baby back but it was familiar, something he sorely needed. He scented the air discreetly before Bobby got in, pleased to find that it smelled exactly as it had when he was a kid, before the accident, and that his memories of it hadn’t gotten warped with the years.

They pulled out of the salvage yard and set the course for Pontiac Illinois.

They were quiet for a while, letting the occasional streetlamp light the space between them and calm their nerves. Then Bobby cleared his throat, scratching the scruff of his neck

   “What’ya gonna tell him?”

Dean put his foot up on his knee, sliding lower in his seat with a sigh

   “I don’t know, Bobby. I just need to see him”

The silent tension hung thick between them.

   “What will you do if he— “

   “If? What do you mean if, Bobby? Who else could’ve done it?”

He turned his head towards the window, a line of worry and thought creasing his forehead.

   “But I’ll tell you one thing.. I rather go back to hell than see Sammy ever put a foot in that place”

Bobby’s eyes widened as he momentarily took his eyes of the road, realisation dawning on his face as he saw the shudder shaking Dean’s body.

   “Okay, Dean. We’ll fix this.”

It took a while but in the end the weight of his eyelids won and Dean fell into a restless sleep, unable to fight the exhaustion pulling at him.

He dreamt of his brother, of the 4th of July they spent in a field shooting fireworks. Sammy jumping and laughing under the colourful sparks raining down around him. Dean smiled with his whole face as he joined Sammy, lifting him up in his arms and nuzzled near just below his ear and inhaled deeply. Sam just laughed, playfully swatting at him.

   “Dean it tickles! Stop! What if Dad catches us?”

Dean just breathed deeper, taking in the warmth of his baby brother.

   “I don’t care, Sammy. Let him see”

All of a sudden the scenery turned cold and grey, a omnious shiver running up his spine. He ran his nose up under Sam’s ear, breathing in deeply but could smell nothing there. He jerked away, putting Sam down and backing away. Sam just stood there silent, watching him with a sad expression on his young face.

Dean woke up with a start.

   “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. We’re just pulling up”

Dean rubbed his face and shook his head for good measure. He looked up at the tall building outside the car window.

He would finally see Sam.

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   “ It's him. It's him! I've been through this already, it's really him!”

If the situation had been anything but what it was Dean might’ve laughed at the look on Sam’s face, he always thought the puppy look was at its most heartwarmingly adorable when he got confused.

   “...what?”

Dean deemed it safe to advance and did so cautiously, slowly with his hands up like you would a frightened animal.

   “I know, I look fantastic, huh?”

In a blink Sam was in his arms and he could physically feel that last piece of gaping void inside him close up. They slotted together like nothing else could ever fit and it was the single most extraordinary thing Dean had ever felt. He dragged his hands up Sam’s neck and into his hair, brushing, tugging and pulling at those soft strands of chocolate brown he’d missed— oh, that he’d missed so much.

Sam was just as eager, not even trying to mask the quiet sobs rocking his body as his large hands trailed all over Dean as if making sure that his brother was really there with him, finally safe and warm in his arms.

   “I missed you”, he whispered, pain lacing his voice as he seemed intent on kissing every freckle on Deans face, counting them, making sure every part of him was whole.

The whisper was so soft and so broken it nearly cracked Dean’s heart in two. He pulled back just enough to cradle his brother’s neck with both hands, steadying him and directing him to look him in the eye. Sam’s eyes were red and wet with tears, and the corners of his mouth trembled with the effort of trying to smile through the waves of emotions conflicting and crashing down on him.

   “Never again, Sammy, I’m never leaving you ever again”

And he pulled their faces together, lips connecting in a salty wet kiss that seemed to melt into his body and race straight to his heart. Sam exhaled shakily on a smile but his brows were still knitted together.

   “Promise me. Alpha, promise me”

   “My Omega, sweet sweet Omega..I promise”

And then Dean leaned in, let his cheek drag against his brother’s until his nose was nuzzled up just below Sam’s ear, just like in his dream, and he breathed in.

He jolted, eyes wide as he jerked back, staring at Sam, eyes filled with amazement, incomprehension and shock. Sam tried to close the distance Dean had created between them but he kept him at arm's length, just staring at him.

   “Dean, what? What? Alpha..what is it?”

The scent of cut grass, lavender and pine wood had hit his nostrils like a sledgehammer to a concrete wall.

   “Sammy.. “, Dean looked wide-eyed and breathless, chest heaving as he with shaking hands gripped his brother by his shirt and pulled him closer, inhaling deeply “...you smell like home.”

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My hero.

Pairing : Sam, Dean, Various background OC’s. Word count : 2,119 Written for : @spnaubingo Square filled : Director!Sam Warnings : Angst, canon violence, murder, it ends better than it starts.

SPN AU & Trope Bingo Masterlist.

“Cut!” Sam yelled, when the actor missed his cue again. “Has anyone seen James?” He got up and glanced around, everyone just kind of shrugged. “No one? How the hell does a guy dressed as a werewolf just vanish?”

“Maybe he ran off with the dog from stage three.” Someone shouted out and a few people laughed.

“Funny, real funny.” Sam rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Break until we find James.” People started putting things down, and the boom guy was shaking his arms out. “A hundred bucks to anyone who can scare him and make him piss his pants. He deserves it for this.”  

He saw a couple of guys high five each other, already working out what they would do to mess with James. There was plenty they could do, this was a horror shoot, after all.  Sky's the limit.

It was about three hours later when a scream echoed through the studio. At first, no one really paid much attention, again, horror set, plus Sam had put up a price on scares. Anyone could easily walk into someone else's trap. Sam had, twice already. Everyone got a laugh out of that.

But it was when his leading lady ran out of a small nook between sets and puked in a garbage can that his interest was peaked.  “Lorna?” he walked over, pulling her hair aside as her stomach empty itself again. “What's going on, make-up department got you good? I almost shit my pants before..” he lied, chuckling softly. They got him good, he'd admit that, but it wasn't that good, at least not to him, not with how he grew up. To anyone else though, they’d  react like this.

“N-not a t-trick.” she heaved, more bile coming out just thinking of it.

“What?” She pointed over to where people were starting to gather around the small opening. “Okay, hang on. Chris, come get Lorna back to her trailer, alright? Stay with her, anything she needs, got it?” One of the camera guys came over and nodded.

Sam didn't leave her side until she was able to stand again. He watched Chris lead her towards one of the exits, and then he made his way to the growing crowd. Two more people throwing up, and everyone covering their mouths in horror.

As soon as the body was in view, he knew it was no prank, no trick. He hadn't seen a body like that since he quit the family business for good. “Get everyone out of here.” he told one of the stage hands. “No one leaves just yet but, but they can't stay in here..”

“Sam-”

“I'll call, just.. get everyone out of here.”

As people were herded away and off the sound stage, Sam moved closer to the body and pulled out his phone.  First, he called 911. Then it took a few more calls, but he got the number he needed and called it.

“Yeah?”

“Dean, hey.” Sam almost smiled to himself, hearing his brothers voice.

There was silence for a minute. “Sam?”

“Yeah. How are you, Dean?”

“Peachy. What do you need, I'm driving.”

“I need you to come to California.”

“Why would I go to California?”

“I've got a dead body and a missing heart-”

“Not my jurisdiction, call Bobby, hell send someone.”

“I've been working with this guy for months, and he just turned up dead ten feet from me.” There was quiet on the line again. “Come on, Dean. Please.”

“I'll get there when I get there.”

“Thanks. Maybe while you're here, we can-” The line went dead and Sam sighed. “catch up.” he muttered to himself, putting the phone down. He had started to believe he was out of that life. But no one's ever really out, are they?

“Sam?” There was a knock on his trailer door before it opened. “There’s an FBI guy here to see you. Agent Hammett?”

“Yeah.” Sam stood as the PA moved out of the way and revealed Dean. “Come on in.” Sam nodded to the PA, and she hurried off. The police had been in and out questioning people since yesterday, and it was her job to keep track of who was where of the people left on set waiting their turn. “Hey.” He smiled to his brother.

“Thought the plan was to be some big shot lawyer?”

Sam sighed. “Plans change, Dean.”

“Mhmm.” Dean glanced around the trailer. “The body already got hauled away.” Sam almost sighed again, but nodded. “Werewolf?”

“Yeah.”

“Any idea who?” Sam shook his head. “What, Sam?” He gave his brother an annoyed look. “Why are you looking at me like that.”

Sam licked his lips. “Nothing but case, huh?”

“It’s why I’m here. I’m gonna go check out the body.” He started to leave the trailer.

“Dean-”

“You left, Sammy.” Dean turned to his brother. “You walked away from us, not the other way around.” Dean walked out and slammed the door.

Sam dropped down onto the couch with a sigh, head going in his hands. Part of him knew seeing Dean again would be difficult, but he had hoped his brother would be happy to see him again.

Eventually filming resumed after about a week. There was no reason to keep holding it off, but Sam made sure people had time and someone to talk to if they needed it. Sam was watching the scene play out before him, it had taken a week for Casting to re-cast the werewolf, but here they were, filming again. Re-doing old scenes. This one had two young kids fighting off a werewolf.

“What the hell is this?” Dean’s voice pulled Sam from his thoughts, and he turned to see the glowering look of his big brother. “You better be fucking kidding me, Sam.”

“Dean-” Dean stormed off leaving the set. “Cut!” Sam yelled. “Take five.” He told them, getting up and hurrying after Dean. “Dean!” The door to the lot slammed shut before Sam could reach it. His hand shot out to push it open and he stepped out into the cool air, following Dean to the Impala across the space. “Dean!”

“Who gave you the right to tell my damn story!” Dean turned and glared.

“It’s my story too, Dean.” Sam stopped just a few feet away. “This is how I deal with everything.” He gestured around him. “Every crazy damn thing that happened to us, I make something of it. I can’t just bottle it away, I can’t pretend to be normal.”

“Leave me out of your movies, Sam.” Dean growled. “You want to tell your fucking story, fine. But keep me out of it. I’m tired of seeing my memories on the fucking screen. I’d like to forget some of them too. And this one?” He gestured towards the sound stage. “Didn’t have a fucking happy ending for me, in case you forgot. I almost fucking lost you! Dad railed on me. You putting that in your fucking movie?”

“You- you’ve seen them..”

“Of course I’ve seen them. You’re my brother.” Dean’s anger faltered for a moment, replaced with hurt. “Why do you think I’m so pissed at you? I don’t want people talking about my life, Sam. I don’t want people knowing.” He turned, and got into the car, slamming the door and driving away.

Dean didn’t talk to Sam again unless he had to for the case. It hurt, but he dealt with it in stride. Sam sat in the security booth, watching the cameras set up around the lot. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. Turning to that screen, he watched as Dean skulked around on his set.

His eyes continued to scan the screens. “Dean.” He had Dean on speaker phone, while Dean had a headphone in one ear listening for him. “Just saw something out on the lot. But there’s other guards and shit out there, you need to lure him in-”

“I know how to do my damn job, Sam.” Dean grumbled. “Just tell me where it is.”

Sam sighed and gave his brother the location and watched from screen to screen as his brother moved, almost gracefully, through the set towards the exit.

It hadn’t taken Dean long to figure out that a nearby pack was targeting Sam after Dean had killed one of their brothers a few weeks months prior. One of them got hired as security for the lot, and that was their in. Dean appeared in the lot, by the cars, and Sam sat back, relaxing. This would all be over soon.

“Dean!” Sam shot back up. “Two more, on your six.”

“Shit.” Dean mumbled, since he had the first guy in his sights.

“Another coming this way..” Sam mumbled. “I got this one. Then I’m coming to you.”

Before Dean could even answer, Sam was stuffing his phone in his pocket and grabbing a hold of something to swing until he could get to his set. Luckily for Sam, the hunter inside never fully left. He kept small unnoticeable things lying around just in case. And the kitchen set was home to a silver knife, tucked away in the knife block on the counter. Sam just had to get to it.

Sam blessed his long legs as he ran for it. A werewolf had speed on their side, but Sam had long legs, so he was pretty quick too. Not quick enough, but quick. He got slammed hard, and sent flying. He blessed his luck that he was thrown right onto the set he needed, body slamming against the counter and cracking the cupboard door.

He pulled himself up as the man moved closer, sneering at him. “Blood for blood. A brother for a brother.” Sam staggered, holding himself up on the counter as he grabbed at large butcher knife, pulling it from its block. “What’s that gonna do?”

“I might not hunt anymore, but I’m not a idiot.” Sam sidestepped a lunge and stabbed him where his lungs would be. “It’s silver, asshole.”

Once they were dead, and the brothers got the bodies off the lot and dealt with, Dean left with barely a word to his brother. It was almost a year later when some mail found it’s way to him, through Bobby.

Seeing Sam’s name, he sighed and opened it, finding an invitation to the opening of the movie. Shaking his head, Dean tossed it aside. Ignoring it, he continued on with his life, his hunts. Getting his anger out by slashing and shooting shit, banging women and drinking a little too much.

Until the day of. He hadn’t slept that night, his eye going to his bag where the invitation sat. He had tried to leave it behind, wanted to burn it with a body, but he kept tucking it back in his bag and moving on to the next place. But today, he couldn’t shake it.

“Son of a bitch.” He grumbled as he got up and got dressed before storming out of the room and checking himself out.

He skipped the red carpet crap. Stood on the sidelines and watched everyone fuss over his little brother. He headed in once everyone was seating and the place started getting dark. He could see his brother glancing over to the seat that was reserved for him, but Dean stayed where he was, standing in the back.

Dean watched as memories he’d rather forget flashed on the screen for everyone to see. There were slight changes, it was a movie after all, but he knew how it had really gone down, and his jaw clenched. He wanted to walk out, he wanted to be mad, and leave. But he stood there, watching. Sam was turning their horrors into horror movies and he hated that people loved them. If only they knew the truth of how real it all was.

But when the screen faded to black at the end, and the credits should have rolled, instead there was a message.

Dedicated to my big brother, who was always my hero. Even now.

Dean teared up and glanced to Sam who was looking sadly over at the empty seat. Pulling out his phone, he text the number that had called him that one time almost a year ago.

<< You know I hate chick flick moments. Bitch.

People started to file out, his view of Sam obscured, and then the seat was empty.

>> Dean?

<< Back of the theater.

Dean stood waiting, as people continued to leave. And suddenly, he could see a giant trying to make his way back in. “You came.” Sam breathed out as he finally got through the people.

“Of course I came. You’re my brother.”

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The Beauty of a Beast - part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Becky Rosen (briefly), Y/N Singer, Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Chuck, Jack, Charlie, Crowley - future pairing of Gabriel x reader

Words: 1500+

Beta-reader: @nobodys-baby-now

Warnings: Bi!Dean (if you consider that a warning), arguing

Chapter summary: Sam tries to cheer up his rejected brother. Planning dinner doesn’t work out very well at the castle.

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Part 5 - Taverns and Tea

Business at the Roadhouse tavern was like it always was; busy. Dean Winchester sat in his usual fur covered chair, facing the fireplace. His brother brought another round of drinks for the both of them and set them on a table before Dean.

Dean downed another pint. “What’s the point.” He muttered. “I keep pursuing Y/N and every time they shoot me down.”

“So maybe stop pursuing them?” Sam offered.

The older Winchester glared at his brother.

“Look, Dean, it’s not the end of the world. You can get any girl- or guy, for that matter- in town you want!”

“Yeah, but I don’t want anyone else!” Dean huffed. The hunter was too stubborn to let the one that got away go.

“Dean, please. Come on, Benny Lafitte’s single, right?” Sam said.

“I’m not dating someone taller than me.” Dean grumbled.

“What about Jo Harvelle?” Sam offered.

“Talks too much.” Dean scoffed.

“Gadreel? The librarian?”

“He’s a nerd.”

“Becky Rosen?”

“More like clingy.”

“Garth Fitzgerald’s a nice guy.”

“He’s always too happy.”

“Rowena?”

“You’re joking. Why can’t Y/N just like me?” Dean whined.

Sam sighed. “Don’t put yourself down like this, Dean.”

“If I’m not good enough for them, I’m not good enough at all.” Dean concluded, turning his green eyes to the ground and pouting like a child.

Sam sat next to Dean. He looked up at the mantle and the wall behind it. Countless animal heads decorated the tavern but this section? This was all the Winchesters’. Scratch that, it was all Dean’s. All Sam did during hunts was chase the prey for Dean to wear it out before his brother got the final shot, and all the credit. Sam always felt proud of his brother, though there was always a hint of jealousy.

“Everyone here wishes they were you. Your skills, your good looks…” Sam would add ‘your brains’ but his brother wasn’t exactly the sharpest arrow in the quiver. “Your reputation…” He added. “Everybody in town either wants to be with you or to be you.”

Dean just grunted as a reply.

“Tell me again how you got that one.” Sam said, pointing to the stuffed head of a bear.

A faint smile crept across Dean’s face. “Took me three whole days. I sprained my ankle in the process, but still managed to catch it.”

A couple people grouped around Dean as he told the tale.

“It got caught in a trap I had laid out by the river, so I caught up to it and BANG!” Dean shouted. “Killed it in one shot.”

Becky, a blonde who was arguably Dean’s biggest fan clapped as he finished the story. Dean gestured for her to come closer, so she did, sitting on the arm of the armchair, leaning towards her crush.

“Oh Dean,” Becky sighed. “You’re sooo manly.”

The elder brother grinned and flexed. “I work out, you know. I bet I could lift Sam.”

“Really?” She gasped.

Sam grimaced. “Please don’t. We’ll take your word for it.”

Dean laughed. “Scared I’m right, Sammy?”

Dean went on telling hunting stories about his prowess. He was skilled, that was true, but his ego and stubbornness often got him in trouble, so Sam was the one who had to pull him out of it. Of course, the favour was never returned.

Sam was always there for his brother. He supported him and helped him with hunts or picking up flings. The thing was, he didn’t have the courage to get in Dean’s way when things got out of hand.

If Sam had Dean’s courage, or Dean had Sam’s intellect, things would probably turn out different for the brothers.

A loud knock at your door woke you. You sat up and yawned, surprised for a second by the unfamiliar surroundings. You weren’t home, you remembered.

Your room in this castle had to be the size of your house in the village. The four poster bed was soft and big. The walls were painted elegantly, rather than plain brick. Everything was so much bigger, so much more expensive. Not to mention the wardrobe was alive too.

There was another knock. “Dinner. Now. Join me.” The Beast growled from outside.

“Ask nicely.” Castiel chided.

“And smile!” Balthazar added.

The Beast bared his fangs in what vaguely resembled a smile.

Balthazar winced. “We’ll work on that.”

“Now ask again,” Chuck said. “Nicely.”

The Beast huffed and faced the door again. “Would you join me for dinner?” He asked in a softer, but still demanding voice.

You wanted to scream. “Join you? You treat me like garbage and you want me to eat dinner with you?!” You yelled.

The feathers of the Beast wings bristled, and his chest rose and fell heavily as his breathing quickened.

The servants picked up quickly on his anger. Castiel was the first to try and calm him down. “Easy now-”

The Beast raised his fist and slammed it against the door. “YOU WILL JOIN ME FOR DINNER AND THAT’S NOT A REQUEST!” He roared.

“NO!” You yelled back, twisting the lock on the door handle and dragging a chair in front of it. You didn’t want to see his ugly face again if you could help it.

“Fine!” The Beast sneered. “GO AHEAD AND STARVE! If you don’t eat with me, you don’t eat at all!”

“Fine!” You replied.

The Beast turned and stormed off down the hall, slashing a wall in anger as he went.

Balthazar looked at his friends. “Staff meeting.”

Balthazar stood on the round table, tapping his arm against a glass to get everyone’s attention.

“Hello, everyone.” Balthazar started. “Well, everyone who could be here.”

“I can tell dad!” A teacup piped up.

“Hush, Jack. Later.” Castiel replied.

“So, we have a guest. Someone from the village named Y/N.” Balthazar continued. “As you know, we don’t have a lot of time left. If things work out, Y/N could be the one. We’ll all return to normal.”

“That’s a great plan and all, but what if it doesn’t work?” Charlie, a former maid turned cardinal-shaped feather-duster asked.

“We have to try.” Chuck said.

The group murmured in agreement.

“So, the master has forbidden Y/N to eat dinner with him after his temper tantrum. Of course, we can’t have that.” Balthazar retold. “Gabriel will be asleep in his quarters soon enough. We’ll make a second dinner.”

“Castiel, Jack, bring some tea upstairs for our guest. Tell Y/N and Crowley of the plan. Charlie, tell Lucifer to wait in the dining room. The rest of us will cook and set up.” Chuck gave the orders.

Cas nodded as best as a teapot could nod. “Come along, Jack.”

Jack skipped across the table to join his uncle. “Charlie, tell dad I say hi!”

Charlie smiled. “Will do, kiddo.”

“So, can I ask why you’re a wardrobe?” You inquired.

Crowley hummed, thinking. “Suppose the one who cursed us had a sense of humour. I was a tailor.”

“Huh. Interesting.” You replied.

“And you?” Crowley asked. “What do you do?”

“I help- or helped my father with his work.” You explained. “He makes things like clocks and music boxes.”

A tap at the door ended your quiet conversation.

Your voice wavered as you spoke. “Go away.”

“It’s Castiel.” Was the muffled reply.

“The master doesn’t knock that softly.” Crowley chuckled. “Let him in.”

You moved the chair away from your door and unlocked it. When you opened the door, a trolley with a tea set was before you.

“You must be Castiel.” You said, wheeling the cart in.

“I am.” The teapot replied. “This,” He gestured to the teacup beside him “Is Jack.”

“Nice to meet you!” The little cup replied, its painted face grinning. He sounded young. You felt pity for this poor kid. He was probably the only one of his age in this palace.

You smiled. “Nice to meet you too.”

“We’re making you something to eat.” Castiel said.

You frowned. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to eat.”

“What the great big lummock doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Crowley huffed. “You need to eat, love.”

“You’re not afraid of him?”

The room fell silent.

“No,” Castiel finally spoke. “He has outbursts but he’ll never hurt anyone.”

“I think the person who fears him most is himself.” Crowley mused. “Are you afraid?”

“No,” You replied. “He doesn’t scare me. He’s big and he’s cruel, but there’s… something about him. Like an animal lashing out in pain…”

You fell quiet. Could this beast have any emotion apart from anger? Why would these cursed people stand up for him? How did this happen?

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