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2319 Chapter 7 - Clap of Thunder || Young!S.S x F!Reader

Word Count: 8.5K Genre: Young Love, Diary Entry, Flashbacks. A/N: Inspired by the Korean Drama 2521. I used another Kdrama scene for this chapter mehehe. Thank you for being patient guys. *I do not own the gif used*

You: Are you awake? Alex: No, I'm Alex. Who's this? You: Ha-ha, very funny. It's (Y/N). Alex: Oh I thought you're another booty call. What's up? You: A booty call? Alex: y'know, late night summon? Alex: nevermind. You: oh. . . Can I ask you a question? Alex: As long as you promise never again to start a question off with whether or not you can propose a question. You: Whoa okay then a-hole. Anyway, what did you say to my parents?

You stare at your phone for a bit, he was taking a bit longer to reply this time.

Alex: Told them you worked overtime. You: That’s it? They believed you? Alex: What do you want me to say? You got caught through a cosmic rift, and was pulled into another world? You: The shop closes everytime I finish my shift. . . Alex: Hence why I said I dropped you off the library to work on some essay after waiting for you. You: Oh. Alex: Oh. You: Thank you. Alex: You're welcome. I guess we're even now? I don't need to buy you dinner? You: Well… if you still want to you could? Alex: Gold-digger. You: Excuse me? That's rude :-\ You: It's Food-digger, get it right. Alex: xD Alex: Does that make me your Food Daddy? ;P You: srsly, you need help. Stop flirting with me.

You crack into a laugh and roll over to your side facing away from the window.

Alex: omg the audacity. where do you get it from? Alex: stop flirting back, geeze. let me sleep. You: alright, alright! Good night. Alex: So you admit you were just flirting? ;-] You: YOU WISH. BYE. Alex: hahaha ttyl. nyt nyt.

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July 20 1999

“Dad, come on! I already agreed that I will continue training. Can you at least allow me to go on another camping trip? You saw the news about the Perseid meteor shower, it doesn’t occur every thirty-three years. I want to see it.” You chased Arthur around the kitchen while he made himself coffee and did what he was good at; ignoring you.

“Ask your mom.” Arthur glanced at Vanessa who was setting the table up for breakfast and shrugged. You then turned your attention back to your mom.

“Mom?”

“Why don’t we all take a seat and we can discuss it over breakfast?” Vanessa flashed a smile and pulled your chair out for you. She slides scrambled eggs and bacon on your plate while you sit down.

“Who invited you to go camping?” Arthur began whilst cutting into a loaf of bread.

“Donna.”

“Your friend next door? Just the two of you?” Arthur raised his eyebrows.

“Well. . .”

“No.” He said firmly.

“Oh come on! You allowed me to go last time.”

“That’s because you were a group of girls.” Arthur pauses and drops his arm on the table.

“Seriously, how do you expect me to live independently when both of you won’t even let me explore and do things? My life is so boring! You expect me to just train, go home, eat and sleep! You’re even making it hard for me despite knowing I’m applying for college!” The tone of your voice slowly increased in volume and after you’ve said your piece you slumped back onto your chair and crossed your arms.

“Are you done?” Arthur stared at you firmly before proceeding to spread butter on his bread, “This isn’t how you’re supposed to speak if you want us to say yes to you, (Y/N).”

“I tried being nice already but did that work?” You sighed, lightly rolling your eyes.

“(Y/N), you know why me and your father are reluctant to allow you to go. Don’t make us say it.” Vanessa spoke gentler compared to Arthur.

“What happened to Kirra, will not happen to me—we are not going hiking, we’re going camping on flat ground. Honestly, I’m already living the life both of you wanted for Kirra, am I not allowed to live mine? I’m not even your daughter anymore, I’m just your spare child that you think you can use as a marionette!”

“You watch your tongue young lady!” Arthur raised his voice at you after seeing Vanessa upset at your words, “You’re not going and that’s final!”

You clench your teeth and storm out of the kitchen, making sure to stomp your feet up the stairs and then slamming the door to your bedroom with full force.

"That little—" Arthur was about to get up when Vanessa stopped him.

"Leave her be, Art. I'll talk to her when she cools off."

You jumped onto your bed and screamed your frustrations onto the pillow. Why do I have to get uptight parents?! You raise your head and reach for your phone on the nightstand to text Donna that you won’t be coming with them; and by them Donna meant, the boys next door and possibly Stephen knowing Eugene.

Before you could click send, you heard Vanessa’s soft knock on your door, “Leave me alone!”

“Let’s talk (Y/N).” Vanessa comes in anyway and you don’t even argue since you know she’ll say that this was her house. You kept your back turned towards your mother and felt her weight on the side of your bed, “Do you know where the campsite will be?”

“Rosebery Creek.” you mumbled, resigned.

“That’s a couple of hours away. . . I’ll talk to your father alright? Just promise me you’ll keep yourself level-headed.” Vanessa strokes your head and instantly you feel guilty for saying the things you said but your pride prevents you from apologising.

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"Hey Grandma, where's this photo taken?" Sasha sat in the living room while Vanessa sewed a button that popped off Linsey's pants.

"Which one, ladybug?" Vanessa lifts her eyes through her glasses.

Sasha gets up, hands splayed on an album and points at the photo she was referring to. Vanessa puts down the pants and adjusts her glasses to get a clearer look.

"Oh, that. That's the time your mother went camping with the kids next door," Vanessa glances at the girl with a small smile, "Don't you recognize anyone else?"

Sasha looks hard into the photo, looking at each one of the faces and gasps, "Dad?! What is he doing there?"

Vanessa shrugs, "You’re going to have to keep reading your mother's diary if you want to know."

"H-how—Please don't tell mom!" Sasha’s eyes widened as she pleaded, "Wait a minute. . . Have you read her diary too?"

"Yes I have. . . decades of them being in my house. Do you think I'd leave them untouched?" Vanessa laughs and winks as Sasha, "I won't tell if you don't."

Sasha giggles and nods, "It's a deal."

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July 23 1999

“Does Alex have to come?” You complained while double checking the contents of your bag.

“His uncle owns the camp, (Y/N), and Alex knows how to get there without getting lost and your father seems to trust him.”

“Why because his Dad is my coach?”

“Because his Dad is your Dad’s friend.”

“Wait—they’re friends?”

“Were you even at dinner a few nights ago?”

“I wasn’t paying attention. . .” you shrug sheepishly. Instead of Rosebery Creek, the location changed to White Hill, all because your father trusted Alex’s family.

“You have everything?” Vanessa asks, testing the weight of your backpack. It’s almost ten in the morning, and Alex is supposed to pick you up in a few minutes. “Good lord, this is heavy.”

“That’s my portable telescope and camera.” Who knew ten pounds could be so heavy? It takes up a lot of space in the pack, so you’ve got one of the tents that’s been kept in your attic stuffed in the bottom, a compressed sleeping bag, clothes neatly rolled to save space, a couple of energy bars, peanut butter cups, and some chocolate-covered espresso beans—all the major food groups. You also brought a grid-lined journal. Just a small one. And a few gel pens.

“You have the emergency cash I gave you?”

You pat the pocket of your purple plaid shorts. They match your purple Converse.

“Pager?”

“In my pack,” you lied.

Mom inspects your arms, “Hive cream?”

“Yes, I’ve got the stinky homoeopathic cream. Where’s Dad? I need to leave soon.”

“Arthur!” she calls out towards the stairs, cupping her hands around her mouth. Then she turns back to you.

“He’s rushing to head out to the bank. He's making an increase on the credit card for your training,” she says as he jogs into the hallway. And toward the front door.

“I’ll be back in a jiff,” he says, keys in hand.

“Art, (Y/N)'s leaving for her camping trip,” Vanessa says, sounding as exasperated as you feel. He turns around and blinks at you, and apparently is just now noticing your backpack.

“Of course,” he says, smoothly covering up his faux pas with a smile. “Excited to spend time with the Strange girl?”

“Donna,” you say.

“Donna,” he repeats. More smiling. He turns to your mom and says, “Everything checked out at the campsite, right? Will the girls be safe there?”

“They have security and everything,” Mom says. “I told you, remember? Mrs. Strange talked to Alex's Uncle, and they’re going to pay special attention to their group.”

“Right, right,” Dad murmurs, nodding enthusiastically.

Then he smiles at you, starts to extend his arms as if he might hug you—which is weird, because you don’t normally do that anymore —and then changes his mind and pats you on the head. “Have a great time, kiddo. Stay in touch with Mom and take your pepper spray in case there are any boys with roaming hands.”

You can be sure that there will be boys, and you surely hope that there will be wandering hands. But there's no way you're going to tell him that, so you simply laugh it off instead, and your laugh sounds as fake as his grin does.

He nods stiffly, and it’s awkward. “Gotta get to the bank. See you when you get back,” he says, and before you can answer, he’s jogging out the front door.

When he’s gone, you vent to Vanessa, “Hello! I’m leaving for an entire week. Does he realise this?”

She holds up a hand in shared exasperation. “He knows. I told him I could take care of the bank during lunch, but he insisted it had to be now. He’s just—”

“Stressed,” you say, resigned, "Yeah."

"Hey, forget him. I’m right here,” she says, holding your face in her hands. “And I’m going to miss you like crazy. I will also worry every day, so please call or text to check in when you can.”

“Spotty cell service,” you remind her. You read warnings about it on the glamping compound’s brochure.

She nods. “If I don’t hear from you, I won’t alert state troopers. Not unless you aren’t standing here in front of me at noon next Friday. In one piece, I might add.”

“Don’t know about one piece, but I’ll be here,” You joked. “Speaking of, I’d better get outside. Need to stay on schedule.”

“I changed my mind. Don’t go.” She hugs me extra hard and then clings dramatically.

“Mom,” you say, laughing. “You’re unbalancing my life force.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Not today. But you manage to convince dad to let me go, and if that’s not a token of affection, I don’t know what is.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you back,” you tell her. When she finally lets me go, you lift your heavy backpack onto one arm and salute her goodbye.

“Don’t pee on your shoes and try not to provoke any bears.” She advises as you leave through the door.

“If I see a bear, I’ll pass out from fear, so he’ll just think I’m dead.”

“That seems reasonable. And, (Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be cautious, be careful. Have a good time, okay?”

You give her a confident nod and head outside.

The weather today couldn't be any better for summer. Not too warm, not too cold. Just right. Pretty blue sky. As you trudge forwards with your bag in front of the curb, you are experiencing an odd combination of nervousness and excitement.

There was still no sign of Alex, so you made the decision to do one more trial run with your bag.You tried it on when it was empty, but now that it’s full, you’re forced to squat in order to lift it and am struggling to get it on both shoulders.

When you finally manage it, you wobble clumsily and nearly topple over backward. How am I supposed to hike a dirt trail with this thing? Feels like an overweight sloth is clinging to my neck. Maybe if you secure the strap that buckles around your waist . . .

“You’ve got it packed wrong,” Stephen calls out.

You turn around slowly, in case you actually do fall over—which is a real possibility, not kidding—and it takes you exactly one second to spot the Stephen: black Converse high-tops, black jeans with artfully ripped holes in both knees, and a black hoodie below a white denim jacket.

Stephen is sitting on the hood of Robbie’s SUV, which is parked a few yards away in front of his house. “You’re supposed to pack the heavy stuff in the centre, near your back. Let your hips carry the weight, not your shoulders. When it’s packed right, you won’t be at the Leaning Tower of Pisa.”

“I’m not . . .” You shift your feet and lean forward slightly, barely preventing a bodily avalanche. Dammit.

Stephen’s smile is slow and annoying. He’s wearing jet-black sunglasses, so you can’t see his eyes. Double annoying. So he’s back to being a teasing a-hole? Great.

“What do you have in there?” he asks. “Gold bricks?”

“Just a telescope I bought yesterday.”

“You fit Galileo Galilei inside that pack?”

“No, the portable one.”

“Ah. Well, it’s packed wrong.”

“And I should trust you because you’re such an expert on backpacking,” You squinted your eyes at him.

He leans back on both hands and lifts his face to the sun. “You know I am—I can help you repack if you want,” he says, still looking up at the sky, where misty trails of morning fog are drifting back out above the mountains.

Stephen Strange with his hands on my private stuff? I don’t think so, buddy.

“No, thanks.” You let the pack’s straps slide down your arms until it’s back on the ground. And then, in an attempt to shut him up, you add, “My ride should be here any second.”

“I see, I thought you were riding us. I guess not.” He shakes his head. Is he. . .annoyed?

As a dark blue SUV speeds quickly into the driveway, panic begins to spread through your body. Stephen hops from the bonnet of their car in a nonchalant manner and lands softly on his feet after the leap. He gets down on one knee to reach something that is hidden from view near the front tire. When he stands back up, he’s pulling a red backpack onto one shoulder. The top outer pocket is covered with vintage pins and retro national parks patches. A foam bedroll is neatly secured to its bottom.

Baby got back by Sir Mix-A-Lot was blaring from the blue SUV skidding as it breaks between you and Stephen, and then Alex’s brown head pops up from the driver’s door, “Camp time, bitchachos!” he shouts merrily over the stereo, “Pack up your shit in the trunk of your cars and let’s hustle!”

Stephen looks at Alex weirdly, thinking about what that boy was on before turning to you, “Blink twice if you want to swap rides.”

You look at Stephen confused, “Don’t be mean!”

“Alright! I love that energy Alex! Thanks for being our navigator.” Donna runs up to Alex’s SUV, “(Y/N) has told me all about you! This is such a coincidence.”

“Oh she has?” Alex flashes you those million-dollar teeth in a dazzling grin. You shook your head and mouthed ‘no.’

Stephen scoffs and makes his way to Robbie’s car as the shotgun. You peaked inside their SUV, Sebastian was there, along with another girl in the back seat.

“Donna, who’s the girl in Robbie’s car?” You ask, trying to be discreet about it.

“Oh that’s Paris, Robbie’s step-sister, she came yesterday to visit him. . . not trying to be mean but she’s kind of a bitch.” Donna whispers.

“Who’s a bitch?” Alex whispers while butting into the conversation.

Donna chuckles at Alex and pointedly nods towards Paris who had her hair dyed blonde and done into two side buns secured with a scrunchy. She chewing gum and texting away on her phone, “Her.”

“Oh yeah. What did you say her name was?” Alex looks over and agrees.

“Paris.”

“Mhm, Class A mean girl right there. Any girl with a city named after them? Mean. I bet she’s texting her minions about how she’s forced to hang out with a bunch of losers, right now.”

“You seem to know a lot about mean girls Alex.” Donna quirks her brows.

“That’s because I used to date one, her name was Brooklyn. Bitch ate up my self-esteem, lucky it grew back though. . .and stronger.” Alex playfully wipes his shoulders, acting cool.

“I could tell—Well should we get going?” Donna asks but then turns back around, “Can we put some extra stuff in your car?”

“Yes! Of course,” Alex notices you grabbing your stuff and swiftly steals it off of your hands, “Prince Charming to the rescue.” He pops open his trunk and carefully places your bag in and waits for Donna’s crew to pass on some things to him.

“Hey, I’m Robbie and this is Seb.” Robbie approaches Alex with a few things in hand, “Thanks for doing this, by the way.”

“It’s cool bro, my pleasure—Pleasure to meet you both.” Alex smiles until his dimple is visible and shakes hands with the two boys after fixing the extra bags in his trunk.

“Okay, we’re all here and everyone’s acquainted,” Robbie says. “Are we ready to roll?”

“We’re gonna have some crazy-ass fun this week,” Donna says, throwing her arm over your shoulder,“Right?”

“Sure will.” You smile.

“Right, Alex?” Donna wiggles her brows.

“Let’s do this,” Alex confirms, and runs towards the passenger side to open the door for you, “White Hill, here we come.”

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As Robbie follows drives down Emerald Street, he informs his group that the drive to the glamping compound is more than at least three hours. And for the first few minutes, the car is loud and chaotic, everyone trying to talk at once. Donna was telling Stephen about the camp’s amenities while Robbie makes a commentary about a different site he’s been to. All throughout this Stephen stays quiet and focused on Alex's car.

Inside Alex’s SUV, he was jamming to Shaggy’s ‘It wasn’t me’, while doing a perfect impression of the rapper that got you laughing until your stomach was hurting since he did so unexpectedly.

“But she caught me on the counter. . .”

“It wasn’t me.”

“Saw me bangin' on the sofa. . .”

“It wasn’t me.”

“She even caught me on camera. . .”

“It wasn't me. . .”

“Is ‘it wasn’t me’ the only line you know?” Alex takes a break from singing and laughs.

“Yes and only the chorus.”

After the first hour of talking to each other, the conversation between you and Alex gets as monotonous as the view of the valley. You look out your window and see rolling countryside, fruit trees, expansive blue sky, and a few little villages here and there as you go. Long sections of roadway are broken up by rest breaks for trucks and wayside kiosks selling fresh produce.

A little over halfway through the trip, Alex points out Blackwater Bluff, a tiny historical mining town just off the highway. “They’ve got a fairly big winery,” he says. “My parents brought me once. The downtown is totally nineteenth-century Gold Rush era. I’m talking about the Old West saloon and general store. Gold Rush museum. The works. It’s schlocky, but it’s fun.”

You follow the town as you drive past it. You glance at Alex whose eyes were focused on the road ahead of him. He’s actually full of knowledge behind his chaotic persona, “You travelled a lot when you were young?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I actually lived in a yacht until my parents had to send me to school. My parents loved travelling and every vacation, we would travel nationally and internationally. You?”

“Oh. . . no.” You laughed sheepishly, keeping the answer vague. You didn’t want to ruin the mood with your sad story. Alex sends you a few glances but doesn’t press on the subject, “How many hours have we got left?”

“One hour.”

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“This is us,” Alex reports, turning. A small, paved parking area sits at the end of a rocky driveway. A dozen or so cars are parked there, most of them luxury vehicles. He finds an open space near some wooden steps that lead into thick forest. Another sign sits near the steps, stating that the trail is private property and only for guests of the campsite.

People using the trail must fill out a form and deposit it inside a locked box. There is no road past the parking lot. Robbie parks beside Alex’s car and everyone gets out instantly to stretch their legs.

“Get everything you’ll need,” Alex reports. “Unless you want to spend all your time hiking back and forth to the car. The walk back is fine, but it’s all uphill to the compound.”

“We’re hiking to the compound?” Paris says, staring at the sign.

“Two kilometres?” Robbie gives her a laboured look. “Don’t start, Paris. I warned you about hiking.”

“How long is two kilometres?” Paris asks.

“It’s nothing,” Alex tells her brightly.

“A little over a mile,” You elaborate.

“Oh ok,” she answers, but she’s smiling at Alex. And Alex is awkwardly smiling back at her.

“Easy-peasy, lemon squeezy.” Alex wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Why are they smiling so big? Did I miss a joke? Stephen’s head turns toward yours, and even though a fringe of black hair obscures one eye, a single dark brow rises in shared judgment of the stupid high five Robbie and Sebastian was doing. Or maybe he’s judging you.

All of you fill out the trail registration cards at the information sign—in case anyone goes missing or gets murdered along the way, they’ll know everyone’s name and next of kin. When the lads have finished removing everyone's belongings from the rooftop travel carrier, you are quickly brought back to the realisation that your backpack is rather heavy. However, it's not like you can just repack everything in the middle of the parking lot. As a result, you put forth your best effort to fasten it and alter your posture.

“Saddle up, team,” Alex says loudly to the group. “Luxurious nature awaits us at the end of the trail.”

It’s just two kilometres, I can do this.. You tell yourself. And the woods are pretty amazing, all shady and smelling of pine needles. Birds are chirping, and it’s not too warm. About ten minutes up the first steep hill, you begin to have doubts.

Stephen, who was behind you could see the weight of your back swivelling you around and took it upon himself to walk beside you, “Give me your bag.”

“Huh?” was the only noise you could make since you were already huffing and puffing.

Stephen snickers, “Your bag, give it to me.”

“No, I can do this!”

“You’re sweating like a sinner in church.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious.”

“Just give me your bag, (Y/N).” Stephen insisted, “And drink some water.”

You pass your backpack defeatedly to Stephen and take the bottle of water he was handing you, “Thanks.” you mumble.

“You’re welcome.”

Twenty minutes up an even steeper incline. By the time you reach the final stretch toward the compound, you’re just wishing you could drop into a foetal position. The sign for the campsite appears, and you nearly weep when you spot a big building inside a break in the trees.

Your head is sweating, and you’ve been walking uphill in a hunched-up position for so long. The promised land is in front of you, it may have been worth all that misery, because the compound is gorgeous.

A modern cedar lodge sits at the forefront: walls of enormous windows, fat timber beams, stacked stone fireplaces jutting from the roof. Lush forest surrounds it. Jagged mountains in the distance. The whole scene looks like something out of a dream.

All of you head inside. Warm sunlight streams through double-high windows as you tread across floors of polished river rock and stop at the registration desk. It smells so nice there, like cedar and fresh-cut flowers. And they have expensive candy sitting in a bowl for the guests.

You resist the urge to fill your pockets; Sebastian does not. He holds a finger up to his mouth and winks at you, stealthily emptying imported chocolate into a pocket on his backpack, while Alex informs the middle-aged woman working the desk who his uncle is.

You meander around the room, and Sebastian joins you while you examine a wall of framed scenic photos, “Long time, no see. How’ve you been?”

“Still alive and kicking, even though he just went through hell.”

Sebastian just laughs, easy and warmly, “I agree but at least we made it to heaven.”

Robbie calls his name, and Sebastian ducks around you to answer. Before you can open your mouth, he’s gone, laughing with Robbie about a carved wooden statue that looks like two squirrels having sex.

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“No loud music is allowed,” Amanda says to all of you. “No loud talking after sunset when you’re inside your camp. Other guests may be trying to sleep, and your tents aren’t soundproof. Quiet hours start at ten p.m. and last until seven a.m.”

“Geez,” Paris mumbles under her breath. “This place is a dictatorship.”

Amanda points in the general direction of the lodge. “We have a small store that sells sweatshirts and rain gear. You can also rent bear canisters and camp stoves. It’s run on the honour system, so you’ll need to put cash in the bin or write your tent number and name on the sheet to have it added to your final bill. Also—”

Sebastian’s water-bottle pyramid crashes. Bottles roll across the floor. “Oops, sorry,” he says.

Amanda pauses, and her inner struggle with patience is showing in the slant of her brows, but, clearing her throat, she finishes her speech. “Evening social time starts at six. We serve drinks, then a four-course dinner. We encourage you to mingle with other guests at the nightly bonfire afterward. The pavilion closes at nine. Any questions, come see us at the registration desk.”

Since it’s already late in the afternoon, there’s no time to do anything before dinner. So the boys went ahead and built everyone’s tents, and you and Donna all unpack. You stash all your food and toiletries in the food locker outside. Then you try to call Mom to let her know you arrived intact. But there’s no service in the tent cabin.

Luckily, Paris disappears, so Donna and you set out and explore your camp section of the compound on your own. There’s a picnic table between our tent and the boys’, and a small trailhead behind it, with a sign warning that the trail feeds into the national forest; White Hill Camping Grounds absolves itself of responsibility should hikers choose to leave their property.

We avoid the screaming kids and follow a fastidiously landscaped trail: cream-colored rocks banded by the occasional flowering shrub and a steady line of path lights. The trail leads to a cedar shingled bathhouse.

“Whoa,” Donna whispers appreciatively when you peek inside, and you’re feeling the same way. It’s practically a spa, one that’s themed to match our beautiful surroundings, and even nicer in person than it was in the online photos: stained wood countertops, stone benches, pretty lanterns hanging from iron hooks near the mirrors. Unlike your tents, there’s electricity here, and a woman is charging her cell phone while she blow-dries her hair. There’s even a small sauna in the back.

“I’m going in that sauna later with Robbie,” Donna tells you as you step back outside.

“Too much information,” you say.

She laughs. “If you want to go with someone, I wouldn’t care. So what’s with you and my brother?”

You laugh nervously, “Umm . . .”

“Is there something I should know about?” A mischievous smile quirked on the corner of her lips.

What? “No!—Nothing at all.” It was just a kiss, for the love of Pete.

“You’re so easy to embarrass,” she says, grinning. “Did you know your ears turn red? That’s so cute—Hey, I was just teasing,” she says, slapping your arm playfully.

Jesus.

“If there is something then I don’t know what you see in Stephen anyway, you’re so way out of his league—but if I were to choose a girl for him, I’d pick you.” Donna nudges you lightly before hooking her arms around yours.

You were not sure how to take this. You think you understand what she’s trying to say, and maybe there’s a core of earnestness in there somewhere—you still feel embarrassed either way.

“We were just friends,” you insist. “Nothing else.”

With a shrug, Donna says, “Alright then. Did I tell you that he’s a bit of a playboy? Stephen, he's very charismatic but secretive and you might think you know him well but actually, you don't—this is coming from my experience. Unlike Alex, who seems to be an open book. If only you can see the way he looks at you when you’re not looking, my gosh! It melts my heart.”

Now you’re self-conscious about your ears flaming up, which makes you want to avoid the entire topic. You discreetly make sure your hair covers the telltale redness and don’t say anything further.

By the time you finish walking the path around your area of the camp, you spot Paris and the boys lounging at the picnic table between your tents. You’re a little worried Donna might try to tease you about Stephen in front of the group, but she just runs to Robbie, throwing her arms around him and begging for a piggy-back ride. As though the whole conversation about Stephen and Alex is forgotten.

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“Penny for your thoughts?” a deep voice rumbles in your ear. A small yelp escapes your mouth. You punch Alex in the arm with a smile. Everyone was sitting around the campfire made by Stephen and Alex after eating dinner in the dining hall.

Stephen was playing with his guitar while the rest roasted marshmallows quietly. Paris, who seems to take interest in Stephen, hasn't left his side since after dinner.

“Ow,” he complains, rubbing his sleeve.

“Stop creeping up on me like that,” you whisper. “You’ll give me a heart attack.”

His white teeth flash in the dusk. “Sounds like a challenge.”

“Glad you’re so keen for my early demise. Where were you just now, anyway?” you ask.

“I might’ve bribed someone for a few beers and alcohol. . . and I also”—he holds up a flattened s’more—“I made this. Never turn down toasted marshmallows. That’s a sin.”

“Oh, is it really?” you whisper, irritated that your heart is racing. Because he startled you. Not because he’s sitting so close that you can smell wood smoke on his shirt. But why is he sitting so close?

“Pretty sure that’s what the preacher said last Sunday at church.”

You turn away to keep your eye on fire. Alex reaches around your shoulder, holding up half of a marshmallow.

“Want some?” His voice is dark and velvety, so close to your ear that a thousand goosebumps race down your neck.

An unwanted shiver chases them, and you pray he doesn’t see it. “No.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, voice even lower. Deeper. Seductive. No. Not seductive. What’s the matter with me? I have to stop. For the love of God, have some pride, (Y/N).

“No, thank you,” you say more resolutely.

“Your loss,” he says, sounding bored. His arm disappears. And now you do turn to look at him. Slowly. But not because you expect anything. You just want to see if he really is bored, or if . . . His eyes aren’t on yours. Of course not. He’s gazing off in the distance.

Some people had yurts, all of them the shape of circus tents. They’re eerily lovely, glowing with warm, marigold light—sanctuaries in the darkening forest, one that parts to reveal a black sky. And everywhere—everywhere—in that sky, there are stars.

“So beautiful.” You look up, seeing the bright cluster that makes up the milky way, “Looking up makes you feel so small.”

Alex copies you and looks up at the star littered skies as well then back at you, “Agreed.”

Stephen stopped playing his guitar after seeing that little glance Alex gave you. He places his guitar on the side and clears his throat, “Hey (Y/N), mind passing me a marshmallow?”

You turn your head towards Stephen and nod, “Alex, do you mind passing the packet?”

“Sure.” Alex picked up the opened packet and passed it straight to Stephen, “Stick.”

Stephen grabs the stick and pierces one marshmallow on it before placing it over the campfire, “So is anyone going to tell a story or are we just going to sit around the fire like we’re mad at each other?”

“We’re exhausted from the drive and the untimely hike, Stephen.” Donna replied while assembling her own s'more on her lap.

“Dang, I was hoping everyone still had some energy left because I got us some beers and moscato for the ladies.” Alex coos and pulls an iced bucket behind the tree stump he was sitting on.

"Oh hell yeah, now we're talking." Sebastian gets up from where he sat and comes over to Alex to grab a tall can of Guinness and is immediately followed by Robbie.

"Stephen?" Alex holds a beer for offer.

"Sure. Why not?" Stephen grabs the can and opens it.

"How about we play a game? Truth or Dare? Never have I ever? Two Truths, One Lie? Whisper game?" Donna suggested with an excited smirk.

"Really?" Stephen shakes his head.

"Well what do you want? Ghost stories?" Donna rolls her eyes at her brother.

"Let's play whispers, we have three hours until 10pm to make as much racket as we can. Let's put a twist on it though, whoever is the most curious must drink." Alex sits back down beside you with a shrug.

"Oooooooh" the group said in unison, apart from Stephen.

"That settles it then. I'll choose the first victim," Donna volunteers, eyes wandering around the circle while humming, before turning towards her boyfriend and whispers something causing him to laugh.

"Sebastian." He snorts and Donna gasps as if she's shocked by the answer.

"Oh—seriously? Me? What is it?!" Sebastian takes a drink after wanting to know the answer. He walks over to Donna and leans in closely.

"The question was. . .who is the ugliest one?" Donna whispers.

Sebastian frowned, "Son of a—come here." Sebastian chases after Robbie around the campfire while everyone else laughs, "I'm not ugly!"

After they finished with their little scurpuffle, both of them sat back down, "Alright it's my turn." Sebastian squints his eyes choosing a target and ends up choosing Paris.

"Hmmmm Alex or Stephen." She nods towards Alex and then points at Stephen with her thumb.

Sebastian gasps and cackles, "For real?!"

Donna rolls her eyes and takes a drink, while you and Alex look at each other with a smile at each other knowing that Donna dislikes the girl.

"Donna, why would you want to know the question?" Sebastian arches his brow.

"Right, it's nothing. Why would you drink?" Paris flatly asked.

Donna shrugs, "Just curious."

"Alright, the question I asked was. . . who among us boys do you find most attractive?"

Donna scoffs and shakes her head and Paris rolls her eyes.

"Well since Stephen seems uninterested I'll ask Alex. Is there anything you want to know?" Sebastian passed the turn to Alex.

"Hmmm," he taps his chin and glances at Stephen who has been quietly staring at you across the fire. Alex turns towards you and whispers, "Who has made you smile the most today?"

You shake your head with a chuckle, "You." You answered just to stroke his ego. Alex’s face lit up with a toothy grin and glanced at Stephen who was keeping a blank face.

Donna squeaks along with Sebastian, "What is it?!"

"Let's let that one slide~" you encouraged the group to whom you agreed.

"Alright, who's next?" Robbie asked to keep the game going.

"I haven't asked a question yet." Paris volunteered herself.

"Okay then ask away."

Paris moved closer to Stephen with a broad grin on her face and whispered something gently in his ear. You forced yourself to ignore the unpleasant sensation that was forming in your throat and turned aside when you saw the slightest movement on the corner of his lips. The group kept to themselves while they waited for his response.

Stephen slowly turned his head towards you and with a piercing stare he answered, "(Y/N)."

The grin that had been on Paris' lips vanished, and despite the fact that it was brief, you were sure she sent a snarky glare your way before she turned and went to get a drink.

"The hell what is that reaction?" Robbie chuckled.

"Right. Is she drinking out of jealousy?" Donna smirks before winking at you. Silence took over after an awkward tension emanated from Paris.

Sebastian cleared his throat after finishing his can of beer, "How about we go to bed early? We had a long day."

"Yeah. Good idea. . . Let's get some rest." Alex followed and offered his hand to help you up, "Shall I escort you to your tents?"

You look at him weird but take his hand anyway, "It's literally right in front of us."

"Just thought I'd protect you from mosquitoes and moths."

"You’re weird." You shook your head and got up. Meanwhile Donna approached you and hooked her arm around you.

"I'll take her. We need to go to the women's bathroom and freshen up for bed." Donna smiled at Alex who raised his hands.

"Alright. Then I'll see you both tomorrow." Alex smiles and backs off before retreating to his tent.

Before heading towards the changing rooms, you and Donna took your toiletries from your tents, "Aren't you curious about what Paris asked Stephen? She seemed annoyed after he revealed his answer."

I am.

"Whatever it is, they can keep it to themselves. Seeing her reaction, I can already tell she doesn't like me." You chuckle.

"She doesn't like me either, oh well," Donna paused, "I'm going to ask Stephen but he probably won't tell me either."

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After spending some time walking the beach trail and hanging out by the beach most of the day, you and the group came back to camp with Stephen, marching ahead on the trail. The rest of the walk passes in with you keeping quiet. When you hit the bottom of the trail at the clearing near your camp area, Stephen comes to an abrupt halt, causing all of you to trip and barely sidestep him, bumping into each other. Curious as to what stopped him, you try to follow his line of sight. You can’t see anything in the almost-darkness except the faint outline of the tents.

“What is it?” you ask.

On a grim sigh, he says, “Skunk.”

Alex walks into the clearing, toward the tents, “Stay back,” he tells everyone.

You ignore that mandate and follow him from a distance as he searches the space. When the wind shifts, everyone catches a whiff of something that’s not particularly strong but is definitely unpleasant. It’s bad enough to pinch your nose.

“Are you both sure it’s a skunk?” you ask, your voice nasally.

“No,” Stephen says, approaching his tent. “I think a little flower fairy danced through here and sprinkled her petal perfume.”

“Note to self. Stephen is a grumpy asshole after a long day.” Alex commented.

Disgust paints Stephen’s face as he walks the perimeter of his tent. “Note to self,” he says. “Stephen is always a grumpy asshole.”

“That’s not true,” Paris counters, also nasal-voiced, following him.

“Guys should we be telling Amanda about this—” Your word dies off with a dry heave. “Jesus Christ,” you gasp, turning and running far far away from where the smell is at its worst. You drop your fingers from your nose and take an experimental sniff. The smell there isn’t too bad.

“What is it?” Robbie asks.

“It’s in my tent.” Stephen answered after carefully surveying the surroundings.

Sebastian’s eyes widened. “In your tent?”

There’s a rustling sound that startles Stephen. Betraying his ninja moves, he and the rest of the guys ran towards the area in which you stood.

“Those fuckers are terrifying,” Alex says.

“Are skunks…violent?” You asked.

Stephen gives you a sharp glance, “Their scent is a violence to my nose.” he responded, you watched Stephen open the cooler where Alex had stored the alcohol and pulled out a bottle.

“What is that?”

“It’s coping.” He opens the bottle cap with his teeth, spits it out, then pours a hefty serving into a cup. “Anyone want some?” he asks.

You shake your head along with everyone else, biting back a smile.

He catches your expressions and freezes, tumbling halfway to his mouth. “Skunks are no laughing matter."

“I’ve just never seen you this worked up.” Sebastian chuckles and pats Stephen’s back.

“That ass-reeking rodent,” he says gesturing with his glass, “is crawling around my valuables, and knowing my luck, we probably pissed it off, and made it spray all over my shit, and then everything will need to be replaced.”

Donna snickers but stops immediately when she receives a cold glare from Stephen, "Where will you be sleeping tonight then?"

"He can sleep in my tent, considering I got the biggest one." Alex offered casually and shrugs.

"No way." Stephen flatly refused.

"Then would you rather accompany your little flower fairy friend?" Alex retorts, "I don't recommend sleeping outside either."

Stephen sighs, "I can't believe this. Fine."

“The only problem is, we have to get extra sleeping bags at reception and pillows.”

“Well better walk there now before it gets completely dark then.” Stephen shrugs, “Can I borrow your flashlight?”

“Sure. . . give me a second.” Alex ran into his tent to grab his flashlight.

“Do you need company?” Paris asked Stephen.

“I’m alright, (Y/N) will join me.” He replied plainly.

“Huh?” You said dumbly.

“You’re coming with me to grab extra stuff.” Stephen repeated and it wasn’t even a request, it was a command.

“Uh okay then—”

“Here!” Alex runs back out and hands Stephen the flashlight.

“Took you a while to find it. . . does your tent even have space for one more person?”

“Of course, I’ll clean up a bit for you—if you’re so worried about space.” Alex pats Stephen’s shoulder, “Well you better get going, if not we’ll meet you at the dinner hall.”

“Sure. Let’s go.” Stephen gestured his head for you to come with him and you hesitantly followed.

You don't even know what was the point of you coming with him when he wasn't going to talk to you. Stephen was being hot and then cold towards you and you don’t know how to approach him. Maybe he needed some extra hands? But he clearly doesn't need you, he carried your bag for you yesterday. Before you knew it, you were ogling his back as you complained about his actions inwardly.

"So why did I have to tag along with you?" You asked but Stephen remained quiet, "Alright, good talk."

Five more minutes of walking to the reception, both of you finally arrived. Stephen told you to wait at the porch while he asks for extra stuff for himself. You look up, seeing the sky covered with a thick blanket of clouds that flashed, followed by a clap of thunder.

"Oh great." You looked up and hugged yourself as the cold breeze crossed through your body.

"I got the stuff, let's head back." Stephen said from behind you and then noticed that you were looking up as well, "Looks like we're going to have a stormy night. Let's go before it starts pouring."

Stephen gives you the flashlight while he carries a box with a sleeping bag and a few blankets and pillows inside. Another flash of lightning lightened up the heavens and though you anticipated the thunder, you jumped afterwards anyway.

Stephen chuckles, "Afraid of a little thunder?"

"No! It's just creepy since we're also in the forest."

A drop of water went splat on the centre of the top of your head followed by another and another until the clouds couldn't hold the water it collected and poured, drumming on the ground, puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier.

"Take cover over there!" Stephen pointed at the large oak tree with a canopy big enough to act as shelter.

"Can't we just run back?!" You yelled through the round of heavy rainfall.

"No way! I'm not risking this stuff to get wet!" Stephen argued.

"It's going to get even more wet if we stay here!"

"Just wait for the rain to calm down a bit!"

You clicked your tongue and crossed your arms, you were tempted to go back on your own but then Stephen wouldn't have any light. I swear if I catch a cold after this, I'm going to kill him.

"May I have this dance?" Stephen holds out his hand to you.

You laugh and shake your head at him, looking at him as if he has lost his mind, "Are you insane? It's pouring down rain! We need to get back."

"Insane? Maybe. But you haven't really lived if you haven't done this before. C'mon, you look bored."

You can't help but smile at him, the butterflies swarming their way through your stomach. Only this man can make you want to do these things. You give in and take his hand. He leads you to an empty spot under the big oak tree. You're pressed up against him. The clean, woodsy fragrance of him filled your senses. The fingers on your right hand interlock with his and your opposite hand lays flat against his chest. His other hand is on your lower back holding you steady. No music. No loud traffic. The only sound was his humming of that song you heard him singing in his room and the pitter-patter of the falling rain.

As both of you sway, Stephen tilts your head up to look at him. He's already looking down at you with the soft smile that gets your stomach flipping inside you. His clear blue eyes gazing into you with nothing but adoration that you feel all the way down to your toes.

Rain crashed onto the earth relentlessly, thick drops pounding like your heart as he looked at you. He's beautiful, more beautiful than the storm around you. Your eyes were locked into his and you can't bring yourself to look away. You smile, captivated by each other's presence.

"Aren't you going to ask what Paris asked me last night?" Stephen asked, but you could barely make out what he said.

"Why? Do I have a need to know?" You asked and Stephen shrugged, "Alright what did she ask?"

"She asked me who would I kiss between you and her, and I chose you." Stephen answered quietly.

"What?!" You asked, not hearing what he said through his mumbling.

"I said, she made me choose who I would rather kiss, and I chose you!"

"Huh?!"

"Oh for fuck sake." Before he could lose his nerve, Stephen yanked you towards him. His hand hooked behind your neck and fisted your hair and tugged, forcing your back to arch. Your eyes widen at the force that pulled you towards him. His kiss was a soft, chaste kiss. Sparks consumed your skin, and the heat in your stomach flared to life. You shuddered at the sensation, your pulse beating so wildly you couldn’t hear anything else.

Stephen slides his other hand lower down your back and tuck you closer, settling it at the tender curve of your spine. You remained still, your chest rising and falling with harsh breaths beneath his tentative touch.

His tongue teases yours, slow, steady swirls that coax yours to find his. He tilt your head in his grip, slant his mouth to deepen the kiss. Rocking you against him, tangling his tongue with yours, the kiss becomes as rhythmic as the waves behind you. Slide, tease, retreat.

"Why don’t you ever tell me to stop?" He asked, his forehead pressed against yours.

Tell him to stop? A herd of wild horses couldn't drag you away. You never wanted anyone like this.

His mouth claimed yours again, and the kiss turned fierce. Wanting. Hungry. He was ruthless in his invasion of your senses, his touch so hot and possessive it branded itself into your skin, and you surrendered to him without a shred of resistance.

"Stephen you snake, since when do you kiss my friends?" someone said from behind Stephen.

You pushed Stephen away abruptly when you heard Donna's voice and pressed your swollen lips together, "We were just about to go back." You mumbled and walked past Donna and Robbie, who had his jaw hanging wide open.

Donna squinted her eyes towards her brother and handed the other umbrella to Robbie, "You share an umbrella with him, I'll go with (Y/N)."

"Okay." Robbie replies, smiling widely at Stephen.

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Present Day

"Mrs. Laurier? Some left these flowers for you." Your assistant entered your office after knocking and carried the box of assorted flowers.

"Who sent these? They're beautiful." You smiled as he placed the bouquet on your desk.

"It's from your husband, boss." He says and places an envelope in front of you and smiles before leaving your office.

You wait for your assistant to exit the room and close the door before opening the envelope.

Congratulations on the success of your Paris exhibition. Couldn't send flowers all the way to Paris so I thought I'll just send you one now. Will I be seeing you and Sasha at my game next week? — Alex.

Another knock at your door from your assistant, "Sorry boss but there’s another bouquet of flowers that was just delivered for you."

"Oh dear. . . Who is it from?" You asked, your hands automatically placing the card into your drawer.

"Don't say, maybe there's a card in there somewhere." He carefully places the box of flowers on the other corner of your desk and leaves once more.

You took the other bouquet and searched for a little card and sure enough there was one.

We kissed beneath the twisted trees, our lips between the stars, tiny ripples in the lake, this love, once lost, is ours.

You drop your head on the table and groan, "Ugh, my heart needs a break."

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zyonsay · 5 months

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Wildfire, Chapter Four MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You guys go on a horse ride through the surrounding area

Reader: Male

Warnings: Me being a major horse girl

Now playing: 'Mary' by Alex G

AN: UPDATED this one! I made Max hate you a bit more than in the old version 😋 I noticed that i really struggle with capturing emotion in texts. TRUST ME, the story is really emotional in my head, im just shitty at putting it into words. ALSO BABES, i had to copy half of this fic letter by letter from a word document because my fucking copy and paste isn't working.

Im really exited for the next chapter! My goal is to give more insight into Maxies emotions. As i said, i suck at capturing emotions in text, so you don't really know much about his feelings at this point.

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An acoustic guitar began playing loudly, tearing you out of your deep slumber. Your hair was all messed up and you felt… sticky. You only remember snippets from last night, but you knew that at one point you were on your mechanic’s shoulders, doing the macarena. And surely there are some embarrassing videos and photos floating around…

Max made no effort to get up and tried to sleep through the noise, but you were already awake, so you’d also like to know who’d woken you up. You silently walked towards the door, the carpet under your feet feeling warm and fuzzy. The door creaked while you opened it, revealing the warm morning sun. Outside was a group of redbull team members and most importantly, christian, with a guitar and a cowboy hat. He was singing his heart out and exaggeratedly strummed his acoustic. Finally, Max had gotten up too and made his way over to the door. You opened the door slightly more to reveal your view to him. Max deadpanned and shot you a questioning look. He looked very sleep ridden and was probably still hungover.

“Good morning, guys!”, now all the people who were resting, stood outside of their cabins.

Horner was smiling brightly, like the sun itself. “Breakfast is served in 30 minutes, I’ll tell you about the activities we’ll be doing today after eating.”, he was met by sleepy and partially grumpy faces. “Chop, chop guys!”

Like meerkats running to their dens, all team members disappeared in their cabins. You were in no rush and plopped back down on your bed. Unsurprisingly, Max had already gotten up and changed in the small on-suite bathroom.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed before your fellow driver cleared his throat. You lowered your phone and looked at him with a questioning glance. “Breakfast is in 6 Minutes, get ready.”

You scrambled to pick out a simple outfit for the day and rushed to the bathroom to change. When you walked out of the lavatory, Max was still standing by the entrance with crossed arms. He then opened the door, motioning you to go first.

You mumbled a small ‘thanks’ before heading towards a large gazebo with a breakfast buffet. The air was filled with delicious smells of scrambled egg, bacon, waffles and many other goodies.

Once you’d grabbed yourself a well-rounded meal, you sat on the free spot next to Christian, who was facing Max and one of the popular mechanics. The strawberries on your plate looked perfect, a vibrant red swirling all around its curved shapes. You bit into it and enjoyed the fresh, fruity flavor. Your team principal raised an eyebrow and offered you and Max a curious and slightly mischievous look. “Have you two been getting along?” Max shot a quick look your way, then proceeded to sigh quietly and say: “Yes. Totally.” Horner side eyed you, expecting an answer from you too, even if you were stuffing your face with strawberries. You nodded frantically, not wanting to talk with a full mouth.

Christian wasn’t quite convinced but decided to let it go and start talking about another topic.

“So, this area is actually… “

The horse next to you was sleepily swatting away flies while sunbathing. Horner had announced that everyone would be going on a guided ride through the area. You were divided up into groups of 10, to ensure safety.

‘Stella’ was the name stitched on the horse’s halter, she seemed like a calm, friendly mare.

You used to do horseback riding up until your racing career got more serious. You wanted to focus on one sport, but you had to admit that you missed it. While brushing your horse’s bay coat, you allowed yourself to glance over her withers. Max was standing there, looking confused. He had two brushes in his hands and seemed to not know which one to use first.

“The red one.” He looked startled and shot you a confused look. “What?”

“You need to use the red one first, to get out the rough dirt. After that the other one to get rid of the leftover dust.”, you then focused on the animal in front of you again. Max mumbled a quiet thanks before beginning to clean his particularly dirty horse.

Stella was standing still, waiting patiently. After helping some of your team members tack up and get on their horses, you yourself mounted your horse.

The bison-looking ranger guided your group out of the camp and onto a beautiful trail. You passed a broad meadow like landscape, watching some majestic elks quenching their thirst at a river which crawls trough the valley like a big, ice-blue snake. The rustling of dry grass beneath your horses’ feet was accompanied by a gently blowing wind. Multiple people in your group were deeply enveloped in idle chit chat, talking about how they wish their kids were here, or how the landscape is beautiful, or about having to call the dentist.

You risked a look to your right and saw Max staring off into the distance. His reins were way too loose, and his feet were too far in the stirrups, but he seemed at peace.

The hard worker. The type to get stressed easily if their work isn't perfect. This was exactly who he was, he was his biggest critic. His shoulders are always tense, but now he looked fully relaxed, sitting loosely on the horse. A light wind played with a few strands that peeked out from under the helmet he was wearing.

Minding your own business, you averted your eyes and looked around the landscape, spotting a fox in the distance; It was playing in front of what looked like it's den. Cute, you thought.

Max had felt your eyes on him, so he turned his head to look at you, but you were spacing out while looking at the sloping hills. Now it was his turn to observe you; One of your hands was resting on you thigh, while the other was holding the reins with a certain confidence. Your cheeks were slightly reddened from the gentle wind and your body was moving in a comfortable rhythm together with the horse. When you kept your cocky comments to yourself, you were a decent person, he thought. The dutch quickly chased that thought away though, you were annoying.

Once you'd returned from the ride, you wanted to shower. Smelling like horses for the rest of the day wasn't exactly on your to-do list.

Warm water trickled down your body and it felt like the most wonderful massage. It had been quite a while since you've last ridden a horse and your muscles made sure to complain about that. It was surprisingly cold outside the camp; You must've caught a cold since you were sniffling every now and then.

The door to your cabin opened and Max stepped in. He could hear the shower running and rolled his eyes. He urgently wanted to shower, but of course you were occupying it. While absently scrolling through his phone, he prepared a polo shirt and some jeans he fished out of his suitcase.

The sound of steps made him turn his head. Your hair was still wet, the occasional drop landing on your grey shirt. "Just a little heads up, the water pressure is complete shit." Max nodded courtly before disappearing in the bathroom himself.

You drizzled a bit of salad dressing over your fresh, crisp salad on your plate. Once again you made your way over to Horner to sit down and eat. He was yapping about how much his 'old man bum' hurt. Max sat in front of him and was laughing at his pals antics. Max's expression soured a bit at the sight of you. Not a lot, but enough for the brit in front of him to notice. Christian didn't adress it, but instead started a conversation; "So, y/n I've noticed you seem experienced with horses. Why's that?" He was a sweet person, but you knew he didn't exactly care for your answer but wanted to ease the tension. After all it was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"So, i actually used to do horse riding when i was a kid..."

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indiee19 · 2 years

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Sex Tips

Alex Turner x reader

summary: You lose your virginity to (HUMNBUG!) Alex.

warnings: smut, light swearing, fingering, loss of virginity

word count: 3.1k

a/n: i absolutely loved writing this so, so, so much. it holds a very special place in my heart

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The opposite side of the bed raised up and creaked. Alex had woken up and was hungry. What was new? You knew he wasn't there, yet you still reached around the bed to try and find him. Groaning when you didn't find him, you opened your eyes and sat up. You stretched and rubbed your eyes and looked around the room that was lit by sunlight. The floor felt cold against your feet as you stood up. The bedroom was crisp and cold from where Alex had the fan on all night.

The floorboards creaked beneath your feet as you walked down the hall to the stairs. Once you made your way to the staircase, you held onto the railing and slowly made your way down the wooden steps. The smell of eggs, bacon, and pancakes filled the air, the comforting smell all you could focus on at the moment. You heard Alex humming a song that he'd come up with not long ago. You made it down the steps. The smell of food grew even stronger.

His humming grew louder as you approached the kitchen. And when you did reach the kitchen, you were instantly hit with an even stronger smell of the food. Alex was at the stove in gray boxers and he was slightly dancing along to the song he was humming. You smiled at his playfulness and walked over to him. You stood behind him, and pushed hair back away from his ear to whisper in it. "Good morning, Al," you said quietly. Alex stopped what he was doing and turned around.

"Oh, hey, sweetheart. Did you sleep well? Was everything good? Did you have any problems?" He said in response. Smiling, you nodded.

You and Alex hadn't been dating but five months, and this was your first time sleeping over at his place. And you were quite excited to stay over at his house until you found out that he didn't have a guest bedroom. And you knew that he wouldn't let you sleep on the sofa, and you didn't want him sleeping on the sofa or floor either, so your only option was to sleep in the same bed as him. Which wouldn't be a problem if you two had fucked, but you hadn't. In fact, you were still a virgin. Not because you didn't date anyone, but because you just didn't feel comfortable enough to do it with anyone else.

Alex smiled at you when you nodded, and slowly leaned in to slightly kiss your lips. "Good, I'm glad," he said in a quiet, husky voice. Smiling from ear to ear, he pulled you in for a hug, holding you tightly. He wanted nothing more than for you to be comfortable when staying at his place as he wished for you to stay more often. Alex was kind and considerate, and always so loving. And it wouldn't be much of a problem, if he did know that you were a virgin. It never really came up in conversation, so you just never told him.

Alex was rubbing your cheek lightly and played with your hair, smiling, looking into your eyes with love and adoration. Both you and him smelled something slightly burning. Alex quickly turned towards the stove where the eggs and pancakes were. "Oh, fuck, shit," Alex yelled. Quickly, he made his way to the stove and turned it off, quickly saving the eggs and the last pancake he was making. He turned to you again. "Go sit down and I'll be there in a minute,' Alex said before turning around. Nodding, you turned around and walked into his small dining room that had a square glass table with eight chairs, though he hardly ever had that many people over at once.

A cold waft of air hit you as you sat down, a shiver running up your spine. You sat down beside the end of the table and patiently waited for Alex. It wasn't but , maybe, five minutes before he finally came into the dinning room with two plates. Each plate had three pancakes, a few pieces of bacon, a biscuit, and about three scrambled eggs. Alex carefully placed the two plates down, yours in front of you and his at the head of the table. But, he didn't sit down just yet, he started walking away. You grabbed his hand and looked up at him. "I'll be right back, just going to get us something to drink," he said in his calm voice. Then, you let go of his hand and he walked back to the kitchen. As he did so, your eyes traveled down to his ass in his tight boxers. Alex clearly felt you eyes on his ass so he started to exaggeratingly sway his hips, making you chuckle at him. And then not even a minute later he came back into the dinning room with two glasses of orange juice.

"Thank you, Al," you said, smiling as he sat down in his seat. Alex grabbed your hand with his free one as he began to pour syrup on yours and his pancakes.

"It's nothing, love, I just wanted to make sure that you were comfortable with me here," he said. He smiled and let go of your hand and began to eat his food, and you did so as well. As stated before, you had never stayed at Alex's place, which meant that you had never eaten anything that he'd cooked himself, and you were surprised when it tasted good.

After a while, Alex asked you something. "So, love, I was wondering if maybe you want to go see a movie tonight?" Alex asked.

You looked up at him. "Of course, Al, I'd love to," you said. Alex smiled and leaned in for a kiss.

It was later on that night and you and Alex were just now coming out of the movie theater. The cool breeze felt nice as you walked hand in hand with Alex back to his car. You and him had just watched two movies -- Zombieland and you and him absolutely loved it.

You held onto Alex tightly and leaned into his shoulder. "I loved the part where Woody Harrelson and Jesse Eisenburg were in the store and looking for the Twinkies and then the big zombies came out," you laughed, slightly tripping over your own feet.

"I liked the part where Columbus saw the clown zombie," Alex laughed as you and he had made it to the car. You'd made it to the passenger side of the car and Alex opened the door for you before walking over to the driver side of the car. Alex got in and started the car and began to drive back to his place. On the way to his place, his hand was placed on your upper thigh. You weren't uncomfortable, because if you were then you would've told him. But instead, you were nervous, and you reminded yourself that you knew that Alex would never do anything without your consent. So to try and make you less nervous you placed your own hand over his.

Then, just when you thought that all the nervousness had gone away, Alex started to rub your thigh slightly. There came the nervousness washing back to you all at once, hitting you like a brick wall.

Alex was just as nervous as you. He didn't know if he should've put his hand on your thigh or not. He really, really liked you and did everything in his power to make sure that you were comfortable with him. So when he made the bold choice to place his hand on your thigh, he was just waiting for you to tell him something, but you never did, so he just kept his hand there as he drove.

You tried to think of something to make you less nervous. Then you remembered something that one of your friends had told you. She said that if a guy ever puts his hand on your thigh and you're comfortable with it, just take his hand in yours and place it on your inner thighs. So, you decided to take your friend's advice. You took his hands and placed it between your thighs and you held in a gasp as his fingers accidentally brushed against your clothed clit. Alex was surprised by your action but didn't say anything. And he didn't say anything, he just kept driving.

The drive didn't last much longer and you and him were thankful about that. So when you finally made it to the parking garage where his apartment was at, you and him were quick to get out. Alex quickly walked over to you and held your hand as you entered the elevator to go to his floor where his apartment was at. While in the elevator, there was a period of awkward silence. Alex turned to you. "I love you, sweetheart," he said to break the silence.

You turned to him. "I love you, too, Al," you replied. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he leaned his head on the top of yours and kissed it. And then he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, his lips lingering there. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You and him stepped out hand in hand. Alex and you reached his apartment door and he unlocked it and the both of you walked in. Once you and him were inside and the door was closed, Alex turned around and started to kiss you needily. He slowly backed you against the door. You kissed back, which didn't make him question anything.

This was the farthest you and him had ever gone -- and the farthest that you had ever gone in general. And you were quite comfortable with it until one of his hands, that was on your cheek, traveled down to your breast. You gasped and stopped kissing him. Alex stopped kissing you and quickly pulled away from you. "I-I'm sorry, love. I ... I wasn't thinking if you would be comfortable or not. I ... I really am sorry," he said, smoothing down your hair, and kissing the top of your head.

"N-No, Alex, it's okay, really. It's just that ... I've never done anything before," you responded. Alex looked confused and didn't know what you meant for a moment. "And when I say anything, I mean anything. I mean, you were practically my first official kiss," you quickly added.

"Love, why didn't you tell me? You know I would never, ever do anything without your consent," he said in response.

"Well, I wasn't ready then, but ... I think I'm ready now. I want my first time to be with you. I'm sure of it," you said.

Alex was shocked, didn't expect you to say that at all. "Are you absolutely, positively sure?" You nodded and leaned in to kiss him. Instantly he kissed you back, and one of your hands wandered down from his shoulders to his cock. Alex groaned against your lips and pushed your hand away and pulled back from the kiss. "Love, let me make you feel good, let me do all the work," he said in his husky voice. You nodded and whispered an 'ok' to him.

Smiling, Alex grabbed the underside of your thighs and carried you to the bedroom. As he did carry you, he started to lightly kiss you, not as hungry and needy as before, just soft and light kisses. On the way to the bedroom, you kicked off your shoes.

He didn't stumble as he carried you, but did slightly struggle when he carried you up the stairs, and also struggled to open his bedroom door. But, he managed to do so without dropping you. Once you and him were in the bedroom he gently placed you down on his bed and looked you up and down. You knew that he wouldn't take anything off of you so you decided to do it yourself. Your hand slipped down to the zipper on your jeans and slowly slid it down before undoing the button. He knew what you were doing and helped you tug your pants down and threw them into the floor. Quickly, you sat up and took off your t-shirt. Alex inhaled deeply as he looked you up and down.

"You're so beautiful," he said under his breath as he took off his own shirt and jeans, along with his socks and boots, then he crawled over you. Slowly and calmly, he kissed up your body, starting at your stomach, slowly making your way up to your neck. One of his hands moved from beside your head to be just right above your clothed heat. He looked up at you. "Can I?" He asked quietly. As you nodded, Alex moved his hand into your underwear and you tensed up slightly. "It's okay, love, it's just me, okay?"

You leaned your head back as he found your clit and started to rub it. A light moan slipped out of your mouth and he rubbed a bit faster in circles.

You'd had orgasms, of course. Explored your body on nights alone with nothing to do, but it still felt weird to have someone else's hand between your legs, even though you knew who it was.

As he rubbed you, you got wetter and a few more moans escaped your lips. "A-Alex, that feels really good," you moaned.

"Have you ever done this before, love?" Alex asked, lightly kissing your neck. You nodded and held in a moan as he pressed down on your clit harder than you thought he would've.

Then, once he felt as if you were wet enough, his finger moved down to your dripping core. He slightly poked his fingers inside of you and you gasped. Then, without any warning, Alex pushed one finger inside you. "Alex, a-add another finger, will you?" You said. He did as you asked, but slowly, not wanting to hurt you at all. And it was a light stretch, but enough to make you gasp and slightly clench around him. One of your hands went to his shoulder and gripped it tightly as he started to move his fingers.

Slowly, he pushed and pulled them in and out of you, going slow and easy on you. And then once he felt comfortable enough to, he went a bit faster, his thumb rubbing your clit in slow gentle circles. His pace gradually got faster and and then all of a sudden, he curled his fingers inside of you. And it was then that he moved his fingers at a faster pace, curling them deep inside of you every time he could.

It hadn't even been very long and he was already making you close, a knot forming in the pit of your stomach. Then, without any sort of warning, he pressed down on your clit hard and curled his fingers deep inside you, and you shook. Your orgasm washed over you, your legs shaking, the grip you had on his shoulders tightening. Your wet walls clenched around his two fingers as he kept moving them in and out of you.

Slowly, you came down from your orgasm, and slightly whimpered when he removed his fingers from you. Alex lifted his head from your neck and looked you dead in the eyes. "Baby, are you sure that you want to do this?" His voice was shaky and he sounded like the most sincere person.

"Yes, Al, I'm sure," you grabbed his cock through his tight gray boxers awkwardly. He groaned quietly and then pushed your hand away. Alex shuffled off of you and removed his boxers. You looked at his face and then your eyes traveled down to his sharp v, then to his cock. He was a lot bigger than you thought, and you wondered how he would feel inside of you. He caught you looking at him and asked you what was wrong. "Nothing, just nervous, is all," you answered his question with.

Alex nodded and then crawled back over you, then reached into the drawer beside his bed and grabbed a condom. He took it out of the silver packet and rolled it down on his cock. "Spread your legs a bit for me, would you, love," he said. Alex's long hair fell in his face, his lips slightly parted as he lined his cock up with your opening. You held his shoulder as he looked at you and waited for you to nod to allow him to push inside of you. And when you nodded, he slowly pushed in. You held in your breath, as you felt a stinging feeling between your legs as his cock stretched your tight walls out. Every few seconds, Alex would look up at you to make sure that you were okay. And once he bottomed out, you let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding in. There were a few tears that welled up in your eyes, and Alex quickly wiped them away.

He stayed still until you were ready for you to move. And then you nodded, letting him move. He slowly pulled almost all the way out before slowly pushing all the way back inside you. Instead of gripping his shoulder as he moved, your hands went to his long hair to pull on it. Alex moaned as you pulled and gripped his hair tightly.

"Alex, go faster, please," you moaned.

"As you wish," he grunted. He went faster just like you asked and it felt so good. His cock stretched you out so deliciously, filled you up so good. "Fuck, love, you feel s-so amazing. Your cunt's so tight and wet and ... oh, fuck," he groaned and grunted as his pace slightly increased a bit more.

You wrapped your legs around Alex's waist and moaned whenever his cock went deeper inside you. He felt so much bigger like that, and it felt so, so much better. One of his hands moved from beside your head to in between your bodies and started to rub your clit to increase the pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Alex. I ... I'm so close," you moaned as his cock hit that spot deep inside of you.

"Me, too, love. Cum for me, love, cum all around my cock," he said. Then, he pushed himself deep inside of you, flicking your clit and you shook, the grip you had on his hair tightening, your legs tightening as well. your walls clenched around his cock, drawing him in, squeezing him inside of you.

Your own orgasm triggered his. His hips stilled as he came, his cock twitching as he released into the condom. Alex's head fell down on your shoulder and he bit down on your neck, moaning into your ear.

The both of you came down from your orgasms, and Alex pulled out of you and stood up. He walked to the bathroom adjacent to his room to get rid of the condom. Sweat beaded his chest and back, his chain glistening. His hair swayed as he came back into the bedroom and laid down beside you.

You were still in shock, couldn't believe that had just happened. Alex climbed into bed beside you and covered the both of you up. "Mm, I love you so much," Alex said against your neck. When you didn't respond, Alex looked up at you. "Hey, are you all right, love?"

"Yeah, just ... I still can't believe that happened," you said and turned to him. "And I love you, too." He smiled at you and kissed you lightly. He pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back lightly, playing with your bra straps. He calmed you and you were so glad that you had chosen to lose your virginity to him. You wouldn't have trusted anyone else as much as you trusted him.

So you and him laid there, talking and kissing. Then you started to rub his hair, massaging his scalp. And that was enough for him to fall asleep.

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Forever

Two things survive the test of time. Love and family.

Word count: 4,865

Warnings: um spoilers for 15x20, talk of death, child birth and well more death? Enjoy?

You drew in a breath that made your lungs ache as you woke from a dream. For the briefest of moments you allowed yourself to believe that it was just a dream. You could feel the tears drying on your face and could taste his name on your lips begging him to not leave you. You gave yourself the luxury of believing even for just a few breaths that you would turn over and he would be asleep next to you. That the horror you’d been living in was a lie, a horrible facade. Maybe a Djinn had you somewhere draining you and he would come in and save you yet again. You could tell yourself all of that until you heard Miracle’s pitiful whine and felt him nudging at you.

You forced your eyes open to see that he had made his way onto the bed and was laying there staring at you. “I’m ok boy. C’mere” he slowly crawled across the small space to lay his head on your stomach waiting for his ears to be scratched. “I know you miss him too” you whispered through the fresh tears that were once again flowing down your face. He was really gone. Dean was really dead.

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You slowly walked down the hall of the bunker forcing your feet to carry you to the kitchen. You knew Sam would be in there. He had tried to keep his usual routine as a means of clinging onto sanity while the two of you mourned. You wanted to help him, he’d lost his big brother at the same time you’d lost your love but you had no idea how to offer him comfort when you couldn’t find your own. It had been a little over three weeks and every morning you still looked to the other side of the bed hoping it was all some sick cosmic joke.

When you walked into the room he glanced up from his laptop and gave you a small smile “Hey Y/N” you nodded on your way to the coffee pot “Morning Sam. Anything interesting going on?” Neither of you really had an interest in hunting at the moment. He’d gone a few days before to back Eileen on a haunting but it was more to see her than anything.

You fixed your cup then walked back over to sit across from him about the time Miracle came into the room and laid down at your feet. He hadn’t left your side far and you were glad to have that company at night time. He turned the screen around to show you the email “The twins are having their second birthday so Garth sent pictures” you managed a weak smile at the photo of your friend with his little family. At least someone managed to get a happy ending of sorts. “They’re getting big we need to go visit” at your words Sam raised his eyebrows slightly “Sure. Any time you want” then a silence fell between the two of you.

After a moment he nodded towards the stove “I cooked some breakfast if you want to try to eat” you hadn’t had any semblance of an appetite but to make it where he’d worry a little less you walked over and placed a piece of toast, some eggs and a couple slices of bacon on your plate.

You sat back down to eat and was on your second bite of eggs when a wave of nausea hit you. Sam must have realized something was wrong because he asked “They cooked ok? I scrambled them hard like you like” you nodded before plucking the toast off the plate then giving the rest to Miracle “Probably because I haven’t eaten a lot” he nodded but still watched you curiously “If you keep feeling bad you may need to go to the doctor. I can run you up to Sioux Falls and you can go to the hospital where Alex works” you nodded in agreement “If it gets worse I will, I promise”

Once you finished the toast you stood to walk out “I’m gonna go grab a shower then we need to run to town. I haven’t seen the sunlight in a few days” “Sounds good to me”

Another two weeks passed and the nausea spurts started worsening along with dizzy spells. What forced Sam’s hand to make you go to the hospital was when you, him and Eileen were staying the weekend at Donna’s place and you’d ended up throwing up then fainting.

When you woke up you were in a hospital room with an iv running into you. You glanced around the room to see you were alone and panic hit you. Where was Sam or Eileen or Donna? You started to get out of the bed but the door to the room opened to Donna and Jody walking in. “No ma’am get your butt right back in that bed” Jody ordered and you calmed just seeing the two of them “Donna why’d you let Sam bring me here? I would’ve been ok”

She shook her head “When ya passed out on my bathroom floor it scared all of us” You groaned and pushed yourself up further in the bed being careful of the iv line “It’s fine. I haven’t been eating or sleeping the best in the world” Jody leveled you with a look “We’ll see what the doctor has to say until then you aren’t going anywhere” you knew better to argue so you sighed “Well where’s the doc?” “They drew blood and are waiting on the results to come back. This is your second bag of fluid” Jody explained and you grimaced only then realizing how little you’d been taking care of yourself “Where’s Sam and Eileen?” you asked quietly.

Jody patted your arm soothingly before saying “They went down to grab some coffee. They’ll be back soon” You hadn’t really cried in front of anyone but with Jody and Donna there you could feel the dam threatening to bust “I didn’t mean to scare anyone and I haven’t been purposely trying to hurt myself” “We know sweetie” Donna assured you with a smile.

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You were sitting in the bed talking about the movie on the television screen with Donna and Jody when the door opened to Sam and Eileen. They both smiled at seeing you awake. “Told you two weeks ago you needed a doctor” Sam chastised so you rolled your eyes “Good for you” it fell from your lips before the memory of an almost exact argument between him and Dean hit you causing a small smile to slip onto your face.

“The doctor will be in soon” Eileen promised before walking over to the bed and motioning for you to scoot over. You clicked the closed captioning for the movie as she asked what it was about.

Not even ten minutes passed before a doctor walked into the room “Mrs Smith I see you’re up” you nodded “Feeling better doc” he smiled “That’s good news. I got your test results back” “Well what’s the verdict?” Jody asked which made the doctor look around the room “I feel I already know the answer to this but I have to ask are you ok with me talking about it in front of everyone here?” “Of course” you replied so he smiled almost sadly which made your stomach flip. Was something wrong with you?

“Your brother-in-law here tells me you lost your husband a little over a month ago?” you weren’t sure why he was asking about Dean but you nodded slowly “Yes it was really sudden and unexpected” he nodded then looked back at the paper in his hands then back up at you “Mrs Smith I’m not really sure how to say this without just saying it so you’re about eight weeks pregnant” “What?” you asked automatically.

You could vaguely register Sam and Eileen speaking to you and even Jody touching your cheek but you were lost in your own head. You were pregnant. A harsh wave of nausea hit you and you nearly fell over Eileen trying to get out of the bed to the bathroom ripping the iv line out in the process.

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The doctor left to give you some time to process. You were sitting on the bathroom floor holding the gauze Donna had given you to where the iv had pulled from. What were you supposed to do? How the hell could you raise a kid?

You heard a knock at the door and knew it was Sam without looking “Come on in Sam” you heard his boots walk across the floor before he crouched down into your line of view “Look at me Y/N” you slowly met his eyes and he smiled “I’ll support you whatever you decide”

You busted out crying which caused him to pull you into a hug. You sobbed against his chest “He should be here Sam. It was a simple hunt. A damn nest. He survived so much for that to be his end. Now I’m pregnant and he’s gonna have a child wandering the earth and he’s not here to help me raise the baby. He’s not here to teach them how to be brave and selfless and loving and strong” he rubbed a hand across your back attempting to soothe you “I promise you won’t be alone” you leaned back to look up into his eyes “Will you teach them Sam? Everything Dean would’ve please?” you could see the tears in his eyes as he nodded “Yes I will. I’ll teach them everything he taught me” you laid your head back against his chest then placed a hand on your stomach.

You woke up to what you guessed was a foot playing kickball with your kidneys "Jesus christ kid you've got some leg strength" you grumbled attempting to get out of bed so you could head to the bathroom.

Miracle sat patiently next to the bed watching as you struggled with your growing belly. You were afraid the kid was going to end up getting his uncle's height because it felt like you were already running out of room and weren't but six months along.

You waddled yes waddled because there was no other way to describe your walk down the hall to the bathroom. You were hoping Sam nor Eileen was awake or either of them would be out in the hall asking if you were ok. You appreciated the concern but in the last few weeks the bunker had been busier than ever with the Sioux Falls crew dropping in routinely and even Garth making some trips through.

Sam was back doing some halfway legal work and had been investing and playing with real estate from the funds Charlie had set up all of you years ago. You knew his intention was to buy an actual house so the baby wouldn't grow up in the bunker at least not completely. You found it endearing how excited he and Eileen both were even if it still made your heart ache at times seeing how happy they were together.

Once you finished in the bathroom you headed back to your room. The bunker was silent as your bare feet hit the floor. In fact the only noise your ears could register was the sound of Miracle’s nails on the hard floor. A hard kick made your breath catch in your throat. The kid was already strong. He was definitely his father’s child “Shh I hear you lil dude I hear you” you whispered rubbing the spot where he’d kicked in hopes maybe you could talk him into sleeping just a little more.

Once you got to the room you called Miracle up on the bed with you. He curled up next to you and stuck his nose to the side of your stomach. You couldn’t help but laugh at the surprised look on the dog’s face when your baby boy decided to run his foot across the inside of your stomach effectively moving Miracle’s nose. “Don’t look at me. That’s all him” you assured Miracle with a small laugh. The baby kicked again but gentler this time “Thank you. Mommy needs her internal organs intact please no hunts have ever taken them out it’d be a shame if you did”

You sat there for a few minutes with your head leaned back not really trying to go to sleep but letting your mind fill with all the thoughts you tried so hard to keep pushed out during the day. If only you’d figured out you were pregnant sooner maybe Dean would’ve passed that case onto someone else. If you would’ve moved just a little faster maybe you could’ve knocked him out the path of that piece of rebar. You took a deep breath trying to calm your mind at least enough that it wouldn’t make the baby get agitated.

You ran your hand across your stomach slowly and smiled when he followed it. “God your daddy would’ve loved to be here…” your thoughts trailed off to the day the three of you had met the twins. The way Dean had watched you with Sam Jr. The smile he’d had when you’d successfully put both boys down for a nap without having to tag Garth or Bess in. The joking later about how great of a mother you’d be one day and the way you’d balked at the idea stating simply that years of cleaning up your friends when they were drunk was why you had no problem putting irate people to bed.

“He raised your uncle Sam pretty much… even though he was only four years older than him..” you weren’t sure if you were speaking to the baby or just to yourself. You hadn’t allowed yourself time to speak aloud about Dean for fear of breaking down.

“When I met him I was in a bad place..I didn’t want to love myself let alone think anyone would ever love me. As for your daddy well he never thought he was good enough but that’s a story for when you’re older. We both fought against falling in love with each other for so long until one day we were arguing after a hunt. I’d got tossed around pretty good but so had him and your uncle Sam so I didn’t know why he was so angry until he’d blurted out that he was in love with me”

You stopped to take a shaking breath before continuing “Baby boy just know your daddy and I loved each other deeply. I have fought at his and your uncle Sam’s side since I met them. Your daddy was an amazing man. He was brave and strong and selfless. He died to save the world more than once. When he died and didn’t get to come back it was to save two little boys but please know he would have done anything to be here with you. No matter what happens you’ll never be alone because even if something happens to me you’ll have your uncle Sam and your aunt Eileen not to mention an entire army of amazing people that love me and that loved your daddy. You come from a strong bunch so I know you’ll be ok”

“Donna I’ve never been to a baby shower! What do I do?” you asked almost panicky while you followed her around the room as best as you could. You were two short weeks from your due date and she had finally managed to pinpoint a date most everyone she invited could make it and let’s just say when word got out the babyshower was for Dean’s child..well the presents were still spilling in. You had stock of everything from onesie flannels to a custom portable crib that had protection sigils embroidered. “You’re the mom! All you do is look pretty and thank everyone for the presents” she laughed.

You nodded and ran a hand over your stomach “If he gets any bigger I’m going to run out of room in there” she laughed and held her hand out “Can I?” “Of course Donna” she placed her hand on your stomach and smiled when the baby moved against it “Have you decided on a name?” she asked and you nodded with a small smile “Yeah I think I have” she cut her eyes up at you expectedly “Gonna tell me now or wait until everyone gets here?” you laughed “Dean Henry Winchester” her smile grew wider even if you could see tears glistening in her eyes “That’s perfect”

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A couple hours later the party was in full swing. You had to say it for everyone you called friends they didn’t let something like no alcohol inhibit their ability to have a good time. You’d gotten so much stuff for Dean Jr the house Sam and Eileen had bought would be supplied along with the bunker.

When Claire and Kaia came in Claire smiled at Kaia then gave her a light push towards you “Give it to her. She’ll love it” it was then you noticed the gift bag in Kaia’s hand “Y/N I wanted to make something for the baby and um Jody says blankets are good so um here” she held the bag out so you took it with a smile “Thank you Kaia!” you moved the tissue paper out of the bag and gasped when you saw the blanket.

It was nearly the exact shade of green as Dean’s eyes and held black details on it. Once you unfolded it you realized there were protection sigils knitted around the blanket in black. “It’s beautiful” you whispered, standing to pull both girls into a hug. Claire smiled then teased “I’m glad you like it because we went to fourteen stores to find yarn the right shade of green” she then glanced towards your stomach “Jody says you picked Dean Henry for his name?” you nodded “Do you like it?” she smiled “Yeah I do” about that time a hard kick made you flinch.

“Are you ok?” they asked in unison so you laughed “Yeah girls I’m ok. Dean Jr is just like his daddy when he’s getting talked about he wants to be included in the conversation” “Can I?” Claire asked so you placed her hand on one foot then asked Kaia “You want to feel?” she nodded so you placed her hand on the other foot. You could see the amazement in their eyes “He’s strong already” Claire said with a smile and Kaia nodded “It feels so weird but so cool too” “And you’re feeling it from the outside” you added with a wink.

“One final push and he’ll be out” the nurse told you excitedly. Eileen and Jody had gone into the delivery room with you. Eileen for moral support and Jody because for one she’d delivered a child before and because she would be basically Dean Jr’s grandmother figure.

“You got this” Eileen assured you with a smile. You scooted further down the bed and took a deep breath before pushing hard. You felt a pressure like a truck was parked on your lower abdomen before the sounds of a shrill scream filled the room.

“Congratulations it’s a healthy baby boy” the nurse was cleaning him up while Jody wiped your forehead with a cloth “You did amazing. Dean would’ve been so proud of you” you smiled at her as the nurse walked over “Here’s your baby boy mommy”

When she placed the tiny bundle in your arms you couldn’t believe your eyes. You’d done it. You’d bought Dean’s son into the world. “Hey little dude recognize my voice?” you whispered and he started squirming against you. “Dean Henry Winchester welcome to the world”

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After a few hours worth of everyone in and out Jody managed to talk the nurses on the floor into letting both Eileen and Sam stay with you. Once all other family and friends had cleared out the three of you were sitting in the room marveling over little Dean.

You’d taken a shower with a nurse’s assistance and was sitting up in the bed watching Sam feed Dean Jr his bottle. “I need to speak to you both” ensuring Eileen was looking at you as you spoke. “Something wrong Y/N?” Sam asked so you shook your head then nodded at the baby in his arms “I want to draw up something official so if anything was to happen to me he becomes yours. I’m asking will you two be his backup parents basically”

Sam scrunched his nose up at your wording but said “Maybe word it slightly better but we’d be honored” “We will love him like he’s our own but nothing’s happening to you anytime soon” Eileen added with a grin plucking the baby from Sam’s arms “My turn”

“DEAN HENRY WINCHESTER GET BACK HERE!” you laughed chasing the giggling and crawling baby through the house. He had just turned eight months and had apparently inherited Dean’s running speed if his crawl was any indication.

Sam came around the corner about them and scooped him up “I hear your mom chasing you little man. Did you escape another diaper change” you held up the wipes in your hand “You guessed right uncle Sam. Wanna help me out here so I can finish up the laundry?” he nodded and took the wipes and diaper from your hand then disappeared into Dean’s room talking to the baby as if it was a full blown two sided conversation.

The last two years of your life had been intense to say the least. With losing Dean then having Dean Jr and then you, Sam and Eileen basically all three becoming parents. It was a lot. There wasn’t a day you didn’t miss Dean but you were moving forward. “Where’s Eileen?” you asked walking towards the laundry room and heard Sam’s muffled answer of “Went to grab more groceries”

“Don’t forget we have the picnic at Garth’s this weekend then Jody insists on what she calls a family reunion next weekend” you reminded and jumped slightly when Sam answered from behind you “I know and by the way I had to yet again remind Rowena that a hellhound puppy is not an appropriate present to send for Dean’s first birthday” “Both of you bite your tongues I still have four whole months before my baby will be one” you laughed which in turn made Dean start giggling “Yeah see he agrees with me”

“Shouldn’t Y/N be home by now?” Eileen asked Sam after making her third trip to the window to look out. “She’ll be ok baby. She can handle pretty much anything” about the time the words left Sam’s mouth his phone started to ring.

Eileen felt her stomach flip when she read his lips “This is Mr Smith..Yeah Y/N is my sister in law” she missed the rest of the conversation but when Sam hung up he looked almost as upset as when he’d told her about Dean. “That was..the state police”

“What happened?” She asked already feeling panic sit in “Y/N was in a wreck..a drunk driver hit her” Eileen glanced towards the hall where she knew Dean Jr was sleeping “Ok what hospital is she in?” when she looked back at Sam she felt her knees weaken and knew the answer even before he said “She didn’t make it into the ambulance”

One minute you were headed home then you saw a bright set of headlights skidding towards you. You couldn’t even remember the wreck. Everything went black.

When you came back to yourself you realized the sun was shining overhead. Wait sun? It had been seven at night and where was the car? You slowly turned around in a small circle and realized you were in a field. You tried to concentrate on what exactly had happened but you were so disoriented.

You closed your eyes and the flash of the truck hitting you played through your mind. It was an instant of pain then nothing. Your eyes flew open when the realization set in. You hadn’t survived the wreck. You took a deep breath and froze when the sound of a familiar engine met your ears. You’d know the sound of that car anywhere.

You slowly turned to see baby not ten yards from you. You watched as the car came to a stop and the driver side door opened. You were frozen for a few breaths looking into his eyes. “Dean” you whispered his name before running at him. He met you halfway scooping you up into his arms.

The two of you stood there in each other’s embrace simply holding each other. “I’m in heaven” you guessed quietly and he laughed “Of course. There was no doubt you’d make it here” you pulled back to look up at him “I missed you so much” he smiled “I missed you too sweetheart, wish it would’ve been a little longer until you got here” “We have a son” you spoke in a small voice and he nodded “I know. He’s perfect and I am so sorry I wasn’t there for him”

“Now I won’t be either” you were torn because no matter how overjoyed you were to be in Dean’s arms you were saddened at the fact that Dean Jr was now without both of you. “Sam will take care of him baby. You know he will” you nodded slowly “Can we still see him?” he smiled “Yeah a lot has changed up here. Want to go see Bobby and Charlie?” “Can I have a kiss first?” you asked and he laughed a sound you hadn’t heard in so long. “You never have to ask that. C’mere I’ve been waiting to be able to kiss you again” he pulled you into a kiss full of all the moments the two of you had lost together and the promise of forever.

When you pulled away he leaned over to press a kiss to your neck “I love you Y/N” you laid your head over on his chest and closed your eyes just for a moment before looking back up at him “I love you too Dean, now let’s go see everyone”

“Ok buddy what bedtime story do you want tonight?” Sam asked Dean Jr after tucking him into bed. “Dad, will you tell me the story of how my mommy and daddy met?” Sam smiled “I sure will” he pulled the blanket up around Dean Jr then set into telling him how you and Dean had met or well the version suitable for a seven year old.

Eileen watched from the door with a smile. Tomorrow she’d tell them both Dean Jr was having a little sister and she’d already picked the first name to be Y/N but for tonight she’d enjoy her boys.

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #sam winchester x eileen leahy

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a vacation to become more? (pt.2) - Alex Høgh Andersen

pt.1 pt.3 pt.4

Warning : slight sexual tension

good reading

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I wake up with the daylight, walk to the window to see the weather, it looks nice, I go to my suitcase to get dressed but a good smell enters the room.

Alex is a good friend, he doesn't care if I go down to the kitchen dressed in my pajamas So that’s what I do, at the bottom of the stairs, I can see him from behind, he’s shirtless, his back is so well sculpted, how it is possible?, it’s muscle moves in rhythm with his movements, a sudden urge to give him a back hug .

He goes to a room next to the kitchen, maybe the pantry, I take the opportunity to go to see what he's cooking , scrambled eggs and bacon, classic but super good, I’m hungry all of a sudden,I hear him coming back.

Damm it, I was sure that I had bought more eggs ; he said with an annoyed look

Good moooorning ; I say with a piece of bacon in my mouth.

he lifted up his head, with a big smile

I thought you’d never wake up ; he said

I sat on a bar chair, he sat in front of me putting breakfast between the two of us.

you could have called the firemen to see if I was okay, aaand I heard in Denmark they’re pretty sexy ; i said with a wink, I take another bite.

Why , I’m here, I could have checked, you know the sleeping beauty ? ; he said raising his eyes from his plate and smiling in the corner.

I rolled my eyes

you think it’s going to be nice today, I want to do some sightseeing ; I take a piece of bacon

I think yeah, but you should get a jacket in case ;

ok ok ; he was reading something

What you reading ;

the new Vikings script, but it’s none of your business ;

Really, that’s so cool let me read !

No way ;

Come on, please my friend ; he looked up at me with an annoyed look

No fucking way, my friend ; He took a bite of his breakfast, and I stole the script.

he got up from his chair, and I backed up

give ;

Wait I’m reading ; I kept backing up and moved him forward

Y/n ;

I am not finished ; say I with a wide smile on the face, but eyes continued to read

he comes running at me, I dodge him and go upstairs, I lock myself in my room, I hear him shout my name and laugh at the same time.

I sit against my door to finish reading, Alex knocked like a madman always laughing against the door.

my eyes went through the lines of text, when I block on a sentence

A feeling of sadness appeared in me, I stood up, and put my hand on the handle

Lucky boy ; I opened the door and he threw himself at me, we fell to the ground, I kept laughing with him

Come on, give it back ; I handed it to him, he looks at the page where I stopped

I can’t wait to see the new season ; I said always on the floor

Your never watch Vikings what you’re talking about ; He says, looking down on me

I just have to motivate myself, that’s all ; say I look up to heaven

Yeah, that’s it, well then how you find this scene ; he looks at me with a perverse look

what scene ; i say, looking away

oh come on, tell me, you imagine me shirtless in the bedroom, pass by the fire of the path that will reveal my incredible abs ; he was put on the side always on the ground

Stop it, you idiot ; he sat next to me and put his arm around my neck

I will go straight to the bed, with a deep look on my face, and climb on the sheets, and run straight for your neck ; it was close to my neck, and my breathing had increased

Humm, my neck? ;

your delicious neck ; I began to laugh softly

too bad it’s not with me you’re at the scene with ;

that could be arranged ; I felt his breath against my neck

Get out of here, I gotta get dressed ; he cleared his throat

Outside ; he kissed me on the cheek

okay ; he gets up and hands me so much to help me up

you don’t want me to help you dress ;

Get out of here, you pervert ;

I throw one of my shoes in his face and he leaves laughing and closes the door behind him .

good after that vasi to dress up with a jacket, I’m still super hot

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Alex and you aesthetic : https://www.pinterest.fr/aaalllice/just-alex-and-you/

That is pt.2

Soon pt.3

if you have any requests tell me

kiss

#alex høgh andersen #alex andersen #alex hogh andersen #alex x reader #alex hogh #alex hogh x reader #alex hogh andersen x reader #xredear #pt. 2 #a vacation to becaume more

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queen-rowenas · 3 years

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destiel december 2020 - doing this thing hosted by @jellydeans and @galaxycastiel

day 9 - family (wc - 610)

“Incoming.”

Dean lifted two plates of fresh pancakes up as Jody ducked under his arms, finishing the last batch of scrambled eggs. Alex fell into step with him as they made their way to the war room, two plates piled high with bacon in hand.

The war room was humming with activity with Jack and Claire racing to see who could set the table faster, Sam showing Patience and Kaia around the library, Eileen and Bobby talking and breaking out the beer cooler, and Cas chatting with Charlie and Stevie at one of the library tables.

Miracle weaved between Dean’s legs as he and Alex put their plates down on the table. Dean snatched a strip of bacon and dropped a piece of it on the floor for his buddy.

When he turned around, Cas was walking over to him. The tug toward him was like gravity, and Dean immediately swayed into it, personal space be damned.

“Hi.” Dean smiled as he pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I missed you. Sorry you got kicked out of the kitchen.”

“I’m not,” Jody said, setting a full plate of scrambled eggs down, “I don’t want burnt pancakes, and I couldn’t risk it with you two making googly eyes at each other, no matter how cute it is.”

Dean gave an affronted scoff. “We’re not cute,” he said, even as he leaned fully into Cas’s side, looping an arm around his waste.

“Ugh,” Claire groaned as she slipped by to take a seat, “let’s eat before these two make me throw up.”

“As if you and Kaia aren’t any worse!”

Claire’s cheeks flushed, pointedly ignoring the fact that the two were holding hands at the moment. Although, her lips quirked up as she snuck a glance over at Kaia.

“Okay okay.” Jody pushed on Dean’s chest. “Claire’s right. Let’s eat before it gets cold.”

Dean grumbled as he turned to sit, everyone else already finding their seats around the map table. He clapped a hand on Jack’s shoulder as he sat down beside the kid and rubbed his hands together. “Looks like some good food.”

Sam scoffed from his seat between Eileen and Charlie. “Yeah, ‘cause you made it.”

“Exactly.”

Although Dean did pause to watch everyone else try the pancakes before he took a bite. He couldn’t help but smile, watching his family eat his food in his home.

There was a time when people bustling around the bunker made him uncomfortable, when it felt like an encroachment on his home and privacy. But these people weren’t strangers. They had fought and lived and died together countless times. They were talking about hunts and lore and friends and cars and mortgages.

Alex and Dean had made sure to fix a plate of vegan bacon alongside the regular stuff, and Jody left a notebook full of her scrawled-out recipes on the kitchen counter for him. Claire was flicking wadded up bits of napkin at Jack, and Sam and Eileen kept signing to each other and giggling, and Cas’s hand was comfortably resting on Dean’s thigh.

It was a big leap from past Winchester holidays, when they were kids and Dean would hazard a meal for his brother from whatever they had at the motel or he could snatch something from a convenience store, or when Sam attempted to make eggnog for what they thought would be their last Christmas together.

Dean smiled again. They had an actual tree up, and there almost wasn’t enough room at the table, and Cas’s leg was pressed against his, and everyone was eating and chatting and laughing.

Yeah, Winchester holidays weren’t so bad now.

#destiel #destiel ficlet #deancas fanfic #destiel december 2020 #merry chrysler #spn fic #supernatural #emmawrites*#mine*

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mangora · 8 months

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hunter's moon w/ manitoba?

Toba my beloved my dearest my baby girl

#total drama #scrambled alex with a side of bacon #td manitoba #manitoba smith #cw knife

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phantom-curve · 3 years

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find the strength, find the melody pt. 5

this is still a working title. I just can’t decide if it fits or not, so feel free to offer any suggestions! once I finish this fic I’m going to go back and reblog it in it’s entirety and I promise I will finalize and update the title for all the reblogs to make it easier to find in the future. I’m probably also going to post the completed fic to AO3, possibly with some slight editing updates. I’ll add the link once that’s active.

also, I want you all to know that I almost missed a typo in this chapter that would have had Julie biting her nip instead of her lip so you’re welcome for that.

also also, this chapter solidified my decision to write this fic from Luke’s perspective once I finish Julie’s. my god, the things happening in this boy’s head during this scene had me taking a bath and calling my husband for cuddles at 2pm. HE’S JUST TOO SOFT. Reggie and Alex will be more prominent in his story. their characters are so fun to write, but harder to work into Julie’s story until it’s closer to the end.

to be fully honest, I’m not entirely happy with the cut-off on this chapter, but I felt like y'all deserved all 3,084 words after a 6 day hiatus so I had to pick a slightly more awkward end spot. hope it makes up for taking so long to update!

tag list (lmk if you want me to add you!): @blue-hat-girl, @lwhoscribbles, @bluefyoto94, @5sosmukefan, @moonlightxnder, @leahthewonder, @kat-maybe-not

Julie didn’t expect to see Luke the next day. When her alarm went off at 6:45 that morning, she woke up with a start, heart racing as memories of last night flooded back. She had been ready to defend herself and Luke to her father, but it had been business as usual in the Molina household. Her father had gotten up like normal and gone about his morning without any hiccups from a very cute, unexpected teenage boy showing up. Julie could hear him leaving for work now, calling up a loving goodbye to her in between shouts at Carlos to hurry his butt into the car. When she peeked out of her window at the studio it looked exactly the same as it always did, empty and still. For a moment, she was sure that she dreamed the entire thing.

Something felt different in her soul though. Realigned, like a part of her she didn’t realize was missing had finally made its way back home. Everything in her body felt lighter as she got dressed and floated down the stairs to grab her breakfast. She was riding high on cloud nine, humming actually humming! under her breath as she moved around the kitchen, when a loud rap at the back door startled her. Flynn would have just walked in so it couldn’t be her. Her dad, too, would have simply run inside if he had forgotten something. It wasn’t until she was already reaching for the door handle that she recognized the electricity sparking in the air. She opened the door to a now familiar pair of puppy dog eyes waiting on the other side.

“I thought I told you to leave by 6:30 so my dad wouldn’t see you.”

Julie tried to make her voice snappy, but it was so hard when he was standing there, bobbing and weaving in the early morning sunshine, eyes shining, lips curved into the sweetest smile. He took her words in stride. His smile stretched as his head dipped with a charming amount of bashfulness. She realized with a jolt that he had been doing that for days now, ever since she ran into him after her meeting with Ms. Harrison. Just rolling right through every punch she threw at him like it was nothing. Her walls slipped a little lower.

“I thought I could make you breakfast. You know, as a thank you for last night.”

Her brain short circuited. Luke Patterson...wanted to...make her breakfast? She had to turn the words over in her mind a few times before they began to make sense. Julie studied him for a moment, noticing that he seemed much more like his normal confident self this morning. Gone was the unsteady boy that had stood in her mom’s studio doorway last night. Still, one shoulder was hitched a little higher than the other, his fingers flexing against the backpack strap slung over it. His face was open and eager, but she could detect the hint of nervousness that he was trying to cover up. She caught a faint whiff of jasmine as a slight breeze blew past them and immediately zeroed in on the damp wisps of hair curling around his neck. The thought of Luke in her shower, using her soap was almost her undoing. Desperately trying to get a hold on the situation, she leaned against the open doorway, crossing her arms across her chest in what she hoped was a nonchalant movement.

“I thought we were going to pretend last night didn’t happen.”

His smile faltered a little bit, his free hand flying up to scratch at the back of his neck. His bouncing shifted to rocking, and Julie felt the change in his demeanor like a punch to her gut.

“Yeah...okay...I mean if that’s what you want. I’ll uh, see you around, Molina.”

His voice lacked its typical singsong quality, rejection flattening the lilt she had become accustomed to. Pain bloomed in Julie’s chest, familiar and foreign all at the same time. It wasn’t like the pain she was used to, wasn’t connected to her mom or her music. This pain was all about Luke and the fact that she had just hurt him for no reason at all. Shame rolled through her stomach in a nauseous wave. Luke was already adjusting the bag higher on his shoulder, turning away from her, body language all but screaming “leave me alone”. It didn’t stop her from reaching out and laying a hand against his shoulder.

“Luke.”

His name was a plea and an apology rolled into one. She felt the ripple of his muscles as his body reacted to it, dropping her hand only when he turned to face her. Their eyes caught, the air sparking between them.

“What were you going to make?”

His brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes never leaving hers. She knew she had to do better, but God, it was hard to face your feelings after bottling them up for so long.

“For breakfast. I usually just grab a Pop-Tart to eat on my walk to school. Do you actually cook every morning?”

Luke was still staring. Julie bit her lip, the tail end of a nervous giggle that she couldn’t quite suppress all the way slipping out. The sound seemed to jolt him out of whatever trance he was in. In two seconds, he was back to bouncing on the balls of his feet, arms loose at his sides once more.

“Yeah, I do.”

The shy smile on his lips did something to Julie’s insides that she wasn’t willing to investigate just yet.

“Usually eggs, but sometimes waffles or pancakes on the weekends. Bacon if the boys are coming over. It’s the most important meal of the day, ya know.”

His eyes were bright again, practically glowing like they usually did when he started talking about something he was passionate about. Julie had only ever seen him like this when he was going off on another music related rant in class. Who knew breakfast foods could be so inspiring?

“Well, that sounds a lot better than strawberry Pop-Tarts.”

She turned, leaving the door open as she started to walk back towards the kitchen. She could hear Luke hesitate in the doorway, but all it took was one look over her shoulder and he was rushing in after her, quietly closing the door in his wake. They walked to the kitchen in silence, Julie trying to figure out what the hell was happening in her head and heart the entire time.

The instant Luke entered the kitchen it was like she was seeing a completely different side of him. He was quick and sure with all of his movements, taking only a few minutes to find everything he needed without even asking her for guidance. The muscles of his forearm rippled as he whisked the eggs together, the flick of his wrist just as mesmerizing now as when he played guitar. His confidence on stage had always been awe-inspiring, the way he moved and the energy he gave off undeniably cool and sure, never an ounce of doubt that he was anything other than amazing. It was a way for him to prove he was the best of the best, show that he had fully earned the title of “Rockstar”.

This moment in her sunny kitchen showed a quieter confidence. Nothing flashy or showy, just Luke doing something he clearly enjoyed for no other reason than the fact that he liked it. The rock god attitude had always been surface-level hot, sure, but this kind of domestic comfortability was an entirely new level of attractive. Julie felt her mouth go dry, the tips of her ears growing warm the longer she watched him. He hummed under his breath, the sound reverberating in her soul and sending little shivers up and down her spine. It wasn’t until he was sliding a plate of steaming scrambled eggs and toast in front of her that she finally recognized the melody. Her breath caught and he met her eyes with a gentle expression.

“I told you already, it’s an incredible song.”

He grabbed his own plate and lowered himself into the chair next to hers at the bar. He immediately began shoveling eggs in his mouth. Julie took a few bites of her own food, pleasantly surprised at how good it was. Then an ugly thought took over her brain. She dropped her fork, turning to stare at Luke with a dark intensity she couldn’t control.

“Did you...did you play my mom’s song?”

She couldn’t keep the betrayal out of her voice. It echoed in the room, low and hollow, like the sound of tomb closing. Luke’s own fork fell with a clatter.

“Julie, no.”

His voice was just as desperate, filled with pain and apology.

“I swear to you, no. I wouldn’t do that. I knew what it was as soon as I found it. I couldn’t hurt you like that. I never even showed it to Reggie or Alex.”

She believed him. The look on his face, the tone of his voice, proved to her that he wasn’t lying. Then, his cheeks turned a very light pink.

“I just...sometimes...I would read it. Not around the guys.”

He was quick to add that part in there, like he was assuring her he could protect the things that were important to her. Like he was promising to protect her. She could tell he was a little uncomfortable with the revelation, but he pushed through anyway.

“Just like...at night before bed...or when I was stuck on a song and needed some inspiration.”

His eyes rose to meet hers, some tender emotion she couldn’t identify lurking in their oceanic depths.

“I meant it when I said you’re an incredible songwriter. Sometimes...”

His cheeks darkened, ears flaming red to match.

“Sometimes...it was almost like I could hear you playing it.”

The last part was said so quietly she almost missed it. She felt her face go slack. Who was this guy and what had he done with the normal, cocky Lucas Patterson? The gentleness of his words, the way his eyes were drilling into hers like he could see all the way down to the depths of her soul, had her blinking against the sudden emotion clogging her throat.

“Last night was the first time I ever played it.”

The confession sprung from her lips without second thought. She had to do something, anything to break whatever tension seemed to be thickening between them with each passing second. Luke tilted his head, another warm smile gracing his lips.

“You were even more amazing than I could have ever dreamed. You’re like a human wrecking ball, Julie. It’s insane how talented you are.”

So much for breaking the tension. Julie sucked in a breath, her heart stuttering in her chest. It was only then that she realized how close their bodies had become, each one leaning farther into the other as their conversation went on. There were only inches between them now, Luke’s lyrical voice curling into her ear with a delicious intimacy she couldn’t help but crave. If she got any closer to him their foreheads would touch, their nose would brush, their lips would...

And just like that she was on the ground, her backside stinging from slamming into the hardwood so abruptly. Luke blinked down at her, eyes still swimming with that damnable affection, but also tinged with confusion. In her desperate attempt to bail, she must have leaned too far back, falling off the barstool before she could even realize what would happen. She shook her head to clear the spell Luke had been spinning before looking past him to the clock on the oven.

“We should probably leave for school now unless we want to be late.”

She ignored the breathy way her voice came out, pushing herself to a standing position. Without making eye contact, she wove her way around Luke. He was like a block of ice in his chair, still poised to lean into her completely. She scooped up their half-eaten breakfasts, plopping them loudly into the sink before slipping her arms through her backpack straps. Nowhere left to hide, she turned back towards the brunette boy.

He stared at her for a long moment, the hot frustration in his gaze burning through her and making her want to squirm. For a second, she thought he was going to push it, but then his eyes closed for what felt like an eternity. When they opened again, he seemed resigned. She could detect just a hint of his previous fiery intensity, the rest of it shrouded behind an almost forlorn veil of acceptance.

“If that’s what you want.”

There was a deeper meaning to his words that Julie wasn’t prepared for. Her breathing faltered, the silence between them heavy with the things he was leaving unsaid. She almost gave in. Almost asked him just what, exactly, he wanted right now. But she didn’t need to ask him because she could read it plain on his face. It terrified her. And Julie had become an expert at avoiding things that scared her in this past year. So, instead, she gave him a tight nod and zipped out the front door to wait for him outside.

In the clear sunshine of another beautiful LA day, she was finally able to breathe again. Out here, away from the thick tension of the kitchen, it was easier to tell herself Luke was just being nice. Easier to pretend their little moment inside was just some friendly banter. Easier to ignore the implications of Luke’s serious words and caring tone. She gulped in deep breaths, willing her head and heart to cool down. She heard the click of the door latching shut behind her, turned to see Luke standing there, a small pout on his lips, face entirely unrepentant. Good lord she was in trouble.Then a realization hit. She clung to it, desperately hoping it would get them back on a more neutral page, pull them out of whatever had been simmering between them all morning.

“Where’s your car? I know you didn’t drive over here last night.”

Luke’s face changed immediately, chagrin taking over every feature. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he shoved his hands in the front of his jeans.

“I uh...I only live a few houses away from you...”

Now it was Julie’s turn to gape like a fish. Luke Patterson was her neighbor? Since when?

“My parents...we moved to the neighborhood a couple years ago. I...uhm well...”

His hand rose again to scratch at his neck, and she had never wanted to grab at him more than in this moment. That movement was slowly beginning to drive her crazy. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and blurted it out in one garbled sentence.

“Iusedtohidearoundthecornerandlistentoyouandyourmomplayinthestudiopleasedon’thateme.”

Julie was so stunned she nearly tumbled off the top step as she staggered backwards. Only Luke’s quick reflexes saved her from falling flat on her back for the second time that morning. His eyes darted around her face, clearly trying to figure out if she was about to lose it on him or not. Julie struggled to process the info dump she had gotten from Luke in the last couple of days. All of her preconceived notions were slowly being proven wrong and she wasn’t entirely sure how to deal with that. Life was easier when Luke was just another selfish, swaggering upperclassman. How long had she been in his orbit? Years it sounded like. The realization was staggering.

“You...you listened to us play? Why?”

Luke still had his hands wrapped around her wrists. Julie couldn’t find it in her to break the connection. Her voice came out more broken than she intended, memories of sunlit days singing with her mom invading her mind. Luke remembered those days too?

“Haven’t you been listening?”

His voice was strained, his eyes boring into hers like he was trying to telepathically force her to understand. His fingers flexed against her skin, the movement causing a flurry of butterflies to erupt in her stomach.

“You’re a star, Julie Molina. I couldn’t help getting sucked into your orbit.”

Julie felt her eyelids flutter, her chest squeezing like it was going to burst from the rapid inhale/exhale she couldn’t seem to calm. He said her name like a prayer, his lips turning it into something holy and sacred. She was drowning in Luke’s gaze, a riot of emotions swirling around in her brain. Somehow, because he was Luke and apparently he knew her better than she ever expected him to, he could tell that his declaration had gone a little too far. Easing back, he released his hold and rocked away from her just a bit to give her the space she so desperately needed. His eyes were still impossibly soft, bordering on adoration as he watched her come to terms with his bold announcement. Finally, once Julie was pretty sure she had come back down to Earth, he jogged down the front steps.

“We can still drive if you want to, but I think it’s a pretty nice morning for a walk if you’re up for it.”

“Okay.”

It felt like the smallest possible acceptance she could offer him, but the way Luke lit up in response made her want to melt. Head still swimming, she made her way down the steps on shaky baby deer legs. Luke didn’t push, just fell in step with her as easy as pie. Every once in a while, his fingers would brush against her hand, and it took every scrap of will power to keep herself from just reaching out and linking their hands together.

They passed a house bursting with flowers out front. Julie’s eyes caught on an explosion of bright red in the corner of the yard. Dahlias. Her mother’s favorite. It felt like a sign, and another part of Julie’s soul slipped quietly back into place. The next time Luke’s hand knocked against hers she shyly allowed their fingers to tangle. She didn’t need to look to see the smile break out on his face. She could feel the warmth of it filling the air around her like her own personal sun. He squeezed just once. Just enough to acknowledge the move for what it was. She didn’t let go until the school appeared in the distance.

#y'all know the EXACT pout face I'm referencing in this one #also i love working show dialogue into fic dialogue #also also soft boy Luke is going to be THE DEATH OF ME #FUCKING KILL ME WITH YOUR SOFTNESS LUCAS I AM READY #Mads writes #Mads speaks #bless these babies for giving me less angst and more fluff this time #julie and the phantoms #jatp #juke #julie x luke #luke x julie #palina #julie molina #luke patterson #juke fanfic #jatp fanfic #find the strength find the melody

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youllneverknowrac · 4 years

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Oscar Diaz-Birthday Bash Pt.1

(Momma Bear Series)

“Birthday party today mommy.” Angel cheers as he is the first one awake out of the whole house, him and Alexander sleeping with you and Oscar like usual. He climbs on to your chest and grabs at your cheeks, wiggling them in his tiny hands,”Wake up mommy. I turn treeee.” He sings, your eyes opening slightly and a smile forming on your face.

“Three?” You ask, faking surprise,”Are you sure about that? You look like a baby to me.” You say as you tickle his sides causing him to giggle loudly.

“Yes! Party today, I’m a big boy.” He says before covering his mouth quickly,”Shhh daddy and Alex are sleeping.” He reminds as he looks over at them and then back to you with big eyes.

“That’s right.” You whisper as you stand up with him in your arms, letting him cling to your neck like a monkey as you walk out of the room,”Want to help mommy make your birthday breakfast?” You ask him, already knowing the answer as he shakes his head in agreement eagerly.

“I always help you silly goose.” He laughs joyfully, causing you to laugh as well.

“Silly goose?” You grin and press your forehead to his,”You’re the silly goose.” You tell him, he doesn’t reply and gives you a messy kiss on the mouth, laughing again seconds later. When you reach the kitchen you set him on the counter, his legs swinging back and fourth as they dangle,”Don’t jump.” You tell him seriously as you walk over to the fridge.

“I know mommy. Angel no jump.”

“Good boy.” You praise and pull open the door,”Now bacon or...sausage?” You ask him as you rummage through what you could make for your large family.

“Both!”

“Okay, only cause it’s your special day.” You smile and place both items next to him before going back to pull out what else you would need.

“And I want beans mommy! With skinny bread.” He smiles

“It’s called tortillas.” You laugh but nonetheless agree with his choices

“Skinny bread.” He retorts as you push him down further away from the stove before you light it up.

“Fine. Skinny bread, but don’t let daddy hear you say that. He’ll go on a whole rant about how it’s pronounced tortilla.” You say, the last word in a exaggerated Hispanic accent. Angel making a tight lip smile and acting as if he was sealing his mouth closed before throwing away the fictional key,”Lets get to it, I’m sure your brothers are going to wake up very soon.”

You get started on the very grand breakfast-cheesy scrambled eggs mixed with potatoes,beans,bacon,sausage and home made tortillas. Even going as far as making a pot of Abuelita Chocolate, all of your kids however preferring it cold so you mixed it in the blender with ice. As you come to a finish and pour some of the drink into Angel’s cup, a tired Oscar walks in with a very happy baby in his arms.

“Morning.” He yawns and comes over to give you and Angel a kiss on each of your heads,”Happy birthday Mijo.”

“Thank you papa.”

“I already changed him, but he wants some teta.” Oscar says as he stands behind you, the baby being held at arms length now.

“Let me see him.” You smile and take the now seven month old from him, pulling your top down just enough to feed him as you work on putting the final touches on everything,”Go wake up those kids of yours.” You tell your husband, doing as you asked with no questions. You hear him walk up the stairs, banging on Junior’s door first.

“Wake up huevón!” You hear him call out to your eldest son, pushing open the bedroom door and turning the light on,”Your mom cooked and it’s your brothers birthday so downstairs in five minutes.” He orders, moving onto Carlos and Anthony’s shared room next and doing the same.

“Wake up! I told you to not be up all night on that video game bullshit.” He says and shakes them awake, tossing the blanket off the both of them as they protest. You shake your head in amusement and serve the plates one by one, a bit hard since Alexander was literally attached to you. Oscar rejoining you a minute later and getting Angel set up in his booster seat before taking Alexander back and putting him in the hand me down high chair you’ve had since Carlos. The rest of the kids coming down together as they sit around the table, all of them thanking you and wishing Angel a happy birthday as well.

“Let me grab his food.” Oscar says and goes back into the kitchen to grab a jar of baby food for Alex, sitting back down when he returns. He feeds himself and the baby, you focusing on your own plate and occasionally helping the birthday boy make a taco with all of the items on his plate.

“It’s really good mommy.” Carlos smiles through a mouthful of eggs, Anthony giving you a thumbs up when you look his way.

“Yeah mom. I want pancakes when it’s my birthday though.” Junior grins before scarfing down some more food.

“Noted.” You smile, taking a bite of your beans when there is a sudden knock on the door,”I got it. It’s probably the water slide company.” You say and wipe your mouth quickly before going over to the door, your guess correct as two older men stand at the door with a big truck parked at the end of your driveway. You talk to them for a bit before showing them the side gate that they could use to set up in the backyard, making sure Oscar already payed before you head back in to finish the rest of your food.

“What time is Uncle Cesar coming over?” Anthony asks excitedly

“Soon, he’s showing up with Ruby so they can decorate for the party.” You reply as you grab your fork.

“Baby shark right mommy?” Angel asks

“Yes, Ruby knows you wanted a baby shark theme.” You laugh

“Wash your plates off if your done.” Oscar orders the older boys, doing as told one by one when they finish.

“Junior! I need you to go pick up the cake in a bit from the bakery.” You tell him, Junior groaning before Oscar gives him a look and he stops the words that were going to come from his mouth.

“It’s a five minute walk, you’ll be fine.” You tell him as you let Angel get out of his chair when he finishes, running over to the window and watching the water slide being inflated.

“Okay.” The teen says with a forced smile before trudging up the stairs, Anthony and Carlos following behind.

“Are you full papi?” You ask Oscar,”There was still a bit left on the stove, do you want it?”

“Yes please.” He smiles, putting a spoonful of the green colored food into Alex’s mouth. You get up with your empty plate and grab Oscar’s as well, placing yours in the sink before loading his up again.

“Here you go.” You say and place the plate down in front of him.

“Thank you mamita.” He grins and swiftly pulls you onto his lap causing you to laugh,”Can I have a piece of you too?”

“Mhm always.” You smile and peck his lips lovingly.

“Kissy for me too?” Angel asks as he walks over.

“Just one.” You joke as you stand and pick his small body up, giving him a peck as well before dipping him down so Oscar can do the same,”Now let’s let daddy finish eating in peace.” You say as you place him back down so you can grab Alexander.

“I’m going to put them in the bath while I shower. You better pick up after yourself.” You playfully warn before heading down the hall to your master bedroom. When you enter the bathroom you turn the water for the tub on, making sure it’s warm. Angel already undressing himself and hopping in. You undress Alexander as well before sitting him down next to his brother. The water not even reaching their belly buttons as you turn it off. You just decided it would be easier to put them in so you could shower real quick and get ready for the day while keeping them occupied,”Mommy’s going to shower, you watch Alex okay?” You tell the toddler, not really meaning it since the shower was two feet away and was made of glass.

“You got it mommy.”

You undress and throw all the discarded clothes into the hamper, tossing the diaper and pull up away as well before getting under the hot running water, your eyes on the boys at all times. You’re just about to finish up when Oscar walks into the bathroom,”Slides all set up.” He informs as he walks over to the sink so he can shave his face.

“That was fast.” You comment back, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair, both kids still splashing about in the tub,”Can you hand me my towel?” You ask nicely a minute later

Oscar stops his actions and reaches for your towel, waiting until you step out to wrap it around you,”Thanks.” You smile and dry yourself off as best as you can before pulling your silk robe on and tying it securely, the towel now wrapped around your hair and sitting on your head.

“Did Junior go already?” You ask

“Just left.” Oscar says, focusing on not cutting his face,”What did you have them make?”

“A tres leches cake and chocolate cupcakes.” Angel shouting in glee when he hears that,”Don’t take too long, your ass needs to fire up that grill.” You smirk at your husband as you join him in front of the mirror, pulling your make up bag from the drawer.

“Ya lo se, I’m hurrying. I gotta look good too, not just you.”

“Just saying.” You smile as you pull your stuff out to do a quick beat, Oscar mumbling something incoherent.

“Oooh make sure my burger is well done. Extra cheese on that shit.” You tell him as you prime your face, pushing his buttons every now and then being one of your favorite hobbies.

“Any other request reina?”

“Actually yeah, I’m going to want a hotdog. So make sure that it’s included on my plate.” You smile sweetly, Oscar putting down the razor as he looks over at you smugly.

“Tengo un hot dog para ti right here mami, all you gotta do is ask.”

“You always gotta make shit dirty.” You laugh as you continue on your face,”Almost twenty years together and your mouth still surprises me...don’t even say anything.” You say when you realize that he can also make a joke out of what you just said.

“You make it too easy.” He laughs, wiping his face off with a wet hand rag after, you just giggle in response. You let Oscar get the boys out and change them into their matching swim trunks. Oscar changing into a pair of cargo shorts and plain white tee since it was going to be a rather hot day and he would be outside, his outfit reminding you of when you guys were younger. Some would say simpler times but those words being the complete opposite for you guys.

#omb #netflix on my block #netflix #one shot #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz #spooky x reader #spooky diaz #cesar diaz #jamal turner #ruby martinez #monse finnie #jasmine

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benny-lafitte · 3 years

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Seducing Santa

Ship: Dean/Cas/Benny, Dean/Cas Tags: Alternate Universe, POV Benny Lafitte, pre-destiny, Fluff and Humor, Recreational Drug Use, Christmas Inspired Rating: Mature Word Count: 2196 Summary: Benny’s dressed up as Santa for Jody and Donna’s daughters, but when he gets home, his roommates are just as excited as the kids were. They ask Santa for a naughty present Benny’s happy to give them, but only when they’re not this high.

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Snowflakes litter all over Benny's red coat as he walks towards the entrance of his apartment complex from his car. Even in the stairwell, he is still cold. He thought the coat of his Santa costume was warmer so he didn't bring anything to wear over it.

He takes the stairs two at a time as he rushes towards the warmth of the apartment he shares with his best friend, Dean, and Dean's boyfriend, Castiel. His cold fingers make it hard to find the right key for the door, but once he opens it, warmth washes over him.

As he's taking his boots off, he notices the smell of mulled wine in the air. He walks into the living room where he finds his roommates cuddling. Benny takes off his Santa hat and fake beard while he's walking closer.

"You two had mulled wine again?" he asks as he tosses his hat and beard on the coffee table. Having his own beard didn’t save him from the itchy fake one, as Jody and Donna's little girls would've recognised Uncle Benny in a minute without it. It was a close call even with the fake one.

"Look, Babe, Santa's here!" Dean exclaims while he tries to mute the tv, but the way he changes channels three times before managing it makes Benny wonder about his sobriety.

Dean is sitting on the far end of the couch, holding Castiel close. Benny sits down next to Castiel and looks over the small table to see what else they've drunk. There's nothing else besides two mugs, a small plate and Cas's water bottle.

"Did you two get this tipsy from mulled wine?"

"'Course not," Dean slurs.

When Dean doesn't explain further, Benny turns to Cas who says, "We made magic muffins."

"Cas said we should leave you some, but I got so hungry," Dean blurts out like a child who is caught stealing cookies.

Benny's in for a fun night with the high couple. Alex and Claire exhausted him with the bubbly energy only excited little girls have, so he won't be enjoying this night as long as he wants to. He hopes it'll be an easy ride to tuck his roommates into bed.

"I wanna sit on his lap." Castiel's stage whisper to Dean breaks Benny out of his thoughts.

The couple is always way too flirty with him, even when they're sober, let alone when they're tipsy, so he goes along. "Wanna tell me what you want for Christmas?" he asks.

His answer is giggles from both men before Castiel nods.

"Go on then," Benny taps his thighs.

When Castiel comes closer on the couch on unsteady knees and throws a leg over Benny, he's surprised. It's not the way he expected Castiel to sit on his lap, facing him and being so close.

Dean scoots closer to them on the couch, but he seems unfazed by Cas's behavior, which encourages Benny to ask, "Have you been a good boy, Castiel?"

The pair giggles again. Dean leans against Benny as he laughs, while Castiel burrows his head into the crook of Benny's neck.

"I've been so naughty, Santa," Cas whispers into Benny's ear.

"Oh no," Benny pretends disappointment, "bad boys don't get presents from Santa."

"I promise to be good next year," Cas rushes out while he leans back to look into Benny's eyes.

"Then you'll get a present next year," Benny smirks at him.

"What if it's for Dean?" An excited smile plays on Cas’s lips as he finds a loophole.

Acting like he contemplates the question, Benny moves into a more comfortable position under Cas’s weight. His question is for Cas, but he turns to Dean to ask, "Has Dean been a good boy?"

"I'm a good boy," Dean giggles while Castiel says, "Dean's always a good boy."

"Alright then,” Benny smirks at Dean before turning back to Cas, “what do you want for Dean?"

Castiel leans close again with a wicked smile, "I want you to tie him up with tinsel and fuck him hard while I watch you."

Benny is taken aback by Cas's bluntness. It's one thing to flirt, it's a whole another thing to ask your roommate to fuck your boyfriend. Not that Benny doesn't want to, but it takes him a moment before he can react.

"Naugty boys don't get to watch, Castiel," Benny teases.

Cas leans back again to fold his arms over his chest with a pout.

Dean lays his head on Benny's shoulder as he says, "You should put him on top of your tree, Santa." Dean is laughing at his own joke that's not even half as funny as he thinks it is, but Benny finds it endearing.

"I think I should put you both to bed," Benny says, turning more serious.

"Yes, please, Santa," Dean smirks up at Benny.

"Me too?" Cas asks hopefully, unfolding his arms to put them around Benny's shoulders.

"You too," Benny answers, knowing full well they're not talking about the same thing. "C'mon," he slaps Cas's thigh, making the man giggle again. He helps Castiel climb off of him before turning to Dean to get him on his feet.

Ushering the couple into their room, Benny’s surprised how easily they climb on their bed. When two pairs of hands grab Benny's red costume, he realizes he was naive. Trying to withstand the force of their pull, Benny says, "If you want me in your bed, you gotta ask me when you're both sober"

"But I'm horny now ," whines Cas. Beside him, Dean has given up and now he's sprawled out on the bed.

"Your boy's right beside you," Benny says as he manages to extract Cas's hands from his coat. Straightening up, he continues, "I bet he'll happily let you fuck him."

"But I want you to fuck him," Cas complains from the middle of the bed where he is still sitting.

"We'll talk about that tomorrow." With that, Benny makes a beeline for the door before either of them could launch themselves onto him.

Going back to the living room, he takes Cas's water bottle to the kitchen to fill it up. He finds Dean's bottle on the counter, already full. Dean always teased Cas for the bottle until he started asking Cas to give him some water when he had nothing else around him. After a fair amount of teasing, Cas got Dean his own bottle, which he always forgets somewhere.

With two bottles in hand, Benny walks back to the couple's room. Dean is lying in the same position Benny left him, but now Cas is snuggled up to him with his head buried in Dean's neck. As Benny gets closer, he realizes that Cas is in the process of sucking a mark on Dean's neck.

"Sorry for interrupting," he mumbles while he gets around the bed to Dean's side. He places the bottle on the nightstand and leans closer to look at Dean. He seems to be asleep with his mouth open, but Benny wants to check up on him, so he calls his name, "Dean?"

Dean opens one eye with a groan. "What?" he slurs, half asleep.

"Everything okay?" Benny asks while studying Dean.

Gaining interest in the conversation, Cas stops his ministrations of Dean's neck to look at his boyfriend.

"This bed is sooo comfortable," Dean says louder than necessary. "Like I'm laying on clouds, man," he finishes with some hand movements that hit Cas, but the man doesn't seem to be affected by it.

It makes Benny smile as he tells them, "You need anything, you let me know." Walking to the other side of the bed, he places Cas's water on the man's nightstand.

"He's so beautiful." Cas's voice makes Benny turn. Cas is on one elbow, staring at Dean who closed his eyes again. He lifts a hand to caress Dean’s face with a finger, but Dean bats it away.

"Yeah," Benny breathes, almost only to himself. "You both are."

When Cas takes his eyes away from Dean to look at Benny, he has a beaming smile on his face. Benny winks at him before turning to the door to leave. He hears snuffling, so he turns back one last time to see what's happening. Dean is on his side now, with Cas spooning him from behind.

Content that the couple is fine, Benny leaves them to sleep. He hopes they'll have enough courage to invite Benny to their bed tomorrow when they have a clear head.

Benny is an early bird, but Dean is right behind him on most mornings. Today, Benny’s alone in the kitchen to make some scrambled eggs with bacon on the side. He checked on Dean and Cas one more time last night, but he hasn't seen either of them since.

He places the last pieces of bacon in the pan when he hears footsteps from the hallway. They stop right when Benny thinks they would enter the kitchen. Then there’s whispering that Benny can’t understand.

“Morning,” Dean shuffles into the kitchen after the whispering stops.

“Good morning, Benny” Cas follows him.

“Hey,” Benny glances at them. Cas sits down at the table with his water bottle in hand, but Dean walks up to the counter to pour both of them coffee. Turning to Dean beside him, Benny asks, “Have you recovered from the giggles?”

Dean rolls his eyes without an answer. Benny smirks as he watches Dean shuffle back to the table with two mugs in hand. Turning back to the stove, Benny plates the last of the bacon.

He takes two plates into hand to place them in front of the couple before going back for his own. Dean and Cas are sitting opposite each other, so Benny decides to sit at the end of the table.

There’s silence after the quiet Dean and Cas’s thank yous. Benny is amused by the awkwardness of the other two. Cas is eating with downcast eyes, not sparing a glance at Benny, while Dean seems more comfortable, but not quite his usual self.

“So, uhm,” Dean stutters between bites of eggs. “Were the girls happy to meet Santa?”

“They were very excited, yes,” Benny answers shortly, not even trying to make it easy for the couple.

“Good,” Dean mumbles, “that’s good.”

“They were not the only ones who were excited to meet Santa last night.” Benny teases with a smirk. Cas almost chokes on his coffee while Dean lets out a snort.

“We just asked for some presents,” Dean looks at Benny, but he averts his eyes with a coy smile the moment Benny raises his eyebrows.

Benny’s surprised it’s Dean who goes along with the topic Benny just brought up while Cas was the more determined one last night. It fits their usual dynamic better, Benny thinks. Dean is outgoing and flirtatious, while Cas is quiet and amazing at pretending to be innocent, but Benny knows better by now.

Testing the waters, Benny says, “You were very naughty while doing so.”

“You know, Santa,” Dean plays along, “you could punish us-”

“Dean!” Cas’s horrified yell interrupts Dean. “We need to apologize,” he turns to Benny.

“No need for that, cher,” Benny turns serious. “Unless you don’t actually mean any of it.”

“We do, Benny,” Cas reassures him with a hand on his arm. “But it’s not the way we wanted to talk to you about it.”

“It’s also uhm not-” Pausing, Dean looks at Cas across the table. Benny doesn’t know how many times he’s witnessed their wordless communication, but it always amazes him when it happens in front of his eyes.

Breaking his eyes away from his boyfriend, Cas turns to Benny. “Sex is not all we want,” finishing Dean’s sentence, he nervously bites his bottom lip.

Benny is taken aback by this turn of events. He didn’t dare to hope it’s more than a couple’s experiment at a threesome. The feelings for Dean he long ago pushed deep down are bubbling back up. Dean’s gorgeous boyfriend allowing it all and being interested himself is a huge bonus Benny can’t wait to take advantage of.

“We can wait and see where it goes if it’s not what you want,” Dean rambles on, which makes Benny realize what signals his silence must have sent.

“Don’t feel pressured, Benny,” Cas squeezes Benny's arm, “we won’t make it awkward if you say no.”

“Calm down, you two,” chuckles Benny. “I was just thinkin’ ‘bout where to take you two for our first date.”

It’s the couple’s turn to stay silent as they process what Benny's just said. Cas lets out a long sigh while a beaming smile appears on Dean’s lips.

“Thank God,” Cas whispers before going back to his eggs and bacon.

“Thank Ash for the good quality weed,“ Dean says, still stunned.

Benny barks out a laugh with the couple following him. Cas’s trying not to spit out his breakfast while Dean takes the opportunity to steal a piece of bacon from his plate. Looking at the endearing sight in front of him, Benny can’t wait to take them out on a date, both together and separately.

#deancasbenny #dean/cas/benny #team purgatory #spnrarepairbunker #destiny #ani writes

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newsiegirlscout · 4 years

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Lightfoot Quarantine Headcanons

(These are a few headcanons to pass the time with some more optimistic friends; stay safe and wash your hands!)

--So as suspected, Barley ropes the others into playing Quests of Yore first thing, as often as possible.

--Colt infamously waged a short-range attack on the gelatinous cube. It. Did not end well.

--Barley is an essential worker and he jokes about it being the first time he’s been considered essential once before Ian threatens to show up at his job and pull the whole “Barley special” bit.

--”What is this? A brother coming to pay calls at my place of work just to inform the other village folk how adeptly I handle my profession?”

--”Barley, be quiet and appreciate yourself or I’ll intentionally go the wrong way up aisles.”

--Laurel and Barley come back from work with masks at the same time, coincidentally in the same patterns. Ian walks down to Target immediately after he sees them just to get a mask that doesn’t have a dragon on it.

--Barley quotes The Princess Bride at work in response to any reference to his mask and the customers love it.

--If Laurel and Colt don’t have to enforce the “No magic in the house” rule every other Tuesday--

--Many shenanigans ensue with using random things (moss, wildflowers, cool rocks) as assist elements to see what happens.

--Once Ian forgot he still had a splinter from practice and accidentally cursed Barley with a tickling cantrip. He never did hear the end of that one.

--Laurel jokingly "grounded" him for that one, to which Barley immediately declared since they were all on indefinite lockdown, the world was a lawless place and revenge-tickled Ian.

--Sometimes when Ian is really stressed out, Barley invites him to go for a “quest”. There, they drive past Ye Olde 7-11, grab some ice cream on the way up to Raven’s Point, pop the trunk, sit in the back, and just...watch the world go by for a little while.

(A la this amazing fanfiction which is *chef kiss*....I have read it....five times since lockdown? I’m okay.)

--Ian dislikes online classes, but Barley always counters with "Still better than shilling out $800 for textbook PDFs."

--It's also more entertaining than it should be to watch Barley rant about the scandal of charging full price for textbook PDFs.

--"I am a history major!! I should feel the ink and parchment beneath my fingers as strongly as the satyr playwrights of Greece did when they first penned the script! TAVISH OF ATHENS DID NOT WRITE 'OF SERPENTS AND STARS' TO CRASH WHEN TOO MANY PEOPLE ARE USING THE WI-FI."

--Blazey gets sooo many cuddles and has learned to squish under doors.

--Colt was unofficially kicked off the wi-fi during the most frequent overlapping Lightfoot class hours, so he plays with Blazey. As a result, Colt is now one of her most favorite people ever.

--The first time Ian got Blazey, Colt whistled for her, and she scrambled off Ian's lap and up to Colt, Ian pretended to be scandalized by her treachery.

--Blazey is also the best hot-water bottle for a cold night. Colt's friendship has absolutely nothing to do with the fact centaurs sleep in, essentially, nice stables.

--You think you need a haircut? Poor Colt’s tail got long enough to tangle with his back legs when he galloped five weeks in. While centaurs can wash and brush their tails easily, they are not quite flexible enough to cut them.

--The Manticore's Tavern is tragically understaffed for courtyard delivery; Barley pulls a shift now and again between his usual job and classes and the Manticore is unbelievably grateful.

--This boy can move orders like all-get-out, double the tip jar in three hours, and still spend most of his time on his phone or messing with Quest of Yore cards.

--Laurel and Barley pick up groceries and essentials weekly, but are notorious for forgetting that One Thing. Or two. Or five. Or vaguely remembering the list and happily checking out with a cart full of fruit juice and snack packs.

--The last few days before the next shopping trip inevitably become slapdash cooking competitions between two or three people at a time (or, if it’s really unsuccessful, pizza nights).

--Everything Laurel makes has a smiley face on it. Waffles? Sunny-side up. PB&J? Happiest meal of the day. Salmon piccata? Smiley face, comes with a note reminding you to do your best and show someone your friendly smile if she’s working on autopilot.

--Ian always attempts something elaborate, and it ends up as A) a decent four-star meal or B) fire.

--Barley’s entries always slap. You give him an egg, a pack of bacon, and half a box of spaghetti and he comes back with pasta carbonara. Nobody knows how he does it (there’s a rumor going around that he just throws it away and MordorDashes something when nobody is looking), but he does work with what he have and has a few sneaky cooking tricks.

--Every one of Colt’s entries is some form of queso griffin skillet, and there’s always way too much of it. He has a near-perfect record of wins by unanimous vote and Colt’s entries are lowkey anticipated all week.

--Near-perfect means he lost, once.....to the time Laurel and Barley teamed up to make a better queso griffin skillet.

--There wasn’t even any actual queso in the house, good lord.

--The boys stay quiet and inside for one (1) day and it's because they were building a LEGO castle.

--At some point Laurel changes into pyjama pants in the middle of the day. Ian asks her about it ("Mom, shouldn't you, uh, be wearing pants?") and she counters with "Why?"

--Ian leaves and comes back in pyjama pants.

--Colt has some kind of squad groupchat which he checks for a minute once in a blue moon. (There are few calls to go on, so it’s mostly, “My girlfriend’s kids liberated my hair clips and are serving a three-minute house arrest.” or “The eldest just put peanut butter on scrambled eggs, now that’s a crime.”)

--Long story short, someone offers a giant roll of butcher paper and even as he trots over to pick it up, Colt knows it’s the worst decision he’s ever made.

--It is.

--Ian and Barley get super excited when they first see it and spend days drawing or playing games on it in table-length sheets.

--Laurel gets tired of scooting past them every time she tosses something in the overflowing recycling, so she tapes them up like wallpaper with gold stars and compliments .

--Ian gets embarrassed when he first sees them, but Barley takes five seconds to pull a turnaround power move and start making a big deal about his stickers, especially in comparison to Ian’s.

--”Dearest mother! As you see here, Iandore has earned a green star for his magnificent drawing of a hippogriff--”

--”That was a hippogriff? I thought it was Mr. Nakamura, from the dry-cleaner’s. He loved it on FaeBook, even has it printed out and framed in his apartment!”

--”Ian has earned a green star for his magnificent drawing of Mr. Nakamura, but my, very similar picture of a pegasus has been acknowledged with but an orange star. Orange is the colour of defeat.”

--Absolutely, they would do faerie lights and bunnies in windows.

--Barley unsuccessfully proposes that fencing, ultimate frisbee, and archery are socially distanced sports (until you hit someone, that is), but he and Ian are kings of geocaching.

--Ian is content to read or draw by himself, but Barley is always a fairly affectionate person. He got a minor cold at some point and had a six-foot yardstick propped up in his bedroom just to lightly smack Barley with when he got too close.

--Ian reads the entirety of that one really long fantasy series (yes, that one, with the dragons) and soon becomes more or less illiterate.

--Too many conversations have opened walking in on Barley throwing sticky hands at the walls (yes, like Alex Hirsch) and asking, “Can I have some?”

--Colt is about six feet long and is infamous for asking in full Cop Manner whether people who won’t wear masks or want to see managers are “having a problem.”

--Laurel manages just to keep her sanity mostly because she is always down for a pillow fight.

#onward #ian lightfoot #barley lightfoot #headcanons #onward headcanons #laurel lightfoot #colt bronco #yayyyy now stay inside

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Summary: Logan and Roman are celebrating five years of marriage and get so incredibly distracted before they're even able to work on their plans for the day.

Warnings: None I can think of

Pairing: Logince

Word Count: 1,683

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Notes: Birthday fic for @main-chive. Ren you’re an amazing person ilysm

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There was so many things Logan loved about his husband. He could try to list them, but then he’d be stuck in bed with Roman’s arm thrown over his waist and head on his chest while Logan himself stared at the ceiling all day.

Well… he’d say the rest of the week but Logan wasn’t really one for exaggeration.

Maybe he’d list the top ten things and then get out of bed to make his love some breakfast? Learning to cook had been going well, and Logan didn’t want Roman to be the only one to make meals.

Alright, that sounded like a reasonable compromise. How to order this list though?

As Logan was trying to figure out if he wanted to go in descending or ascending order of some of his favorite things about Roman, his husband grunted in his sleep and shifted until his head was tucked just under Logan’s chin.

No particular order then.

“One,” he started, whispering softly as he removed his hand from behind his head to run his fingers through Roman’s hair, “incredibly adorable when sleeping.”

“Are you making lists while I’m trying to sleep again?” Roman mumbled, his voice hoarse but still full of amused affection at Logan’s actions.

“Yes, but this time the list centers around you. Surely that gives me a free pass?” he asked, unable to help the lift of the corners of his mouth, his heart metaphorically melting in his chest.

“Mmm, I suppose. The first one was calling me adorable?”

Logan chuckled, eyes tracking his husband as he shifted to supporting himself on his elbow so he could look down at Logan properly.

“Yes, when you’re sleeping you tend to get as close to me as possible and it makes me feel incredibly ‘mushy.’”

Another hum from Roman that turned into a yawn where he leaned back a little too far and landed on his back in the bed next to Logan.

“What’s the list then? All the features that make me the most attractive? You better not forget my love handles. Or the mole on my chin. They’re very important to how pretty I am.”

Gods above and below, Logan loved this man.

“And your surgery scars, and your crooked teeth, and your acne scars. Everything about you is beautiful, love. The list is some of the things I love bout you, in no particular order.”

Roman hummed (a little more successfully this time) with a little smile from Logan’s praise of his looks.

“No order this time? You usually try to at least go in ascending from least to most.”

Logan sat up, back pressed against the wall as he watched his husband with a soft smile.

“Yes well, pardon me for being unable to figure out any one thing about you I love more than anything else.”

Narrowing his eyes, Roman tilted his head in Logan’s direction, not doing much else to move.

“Are you buttering me up for something love?”

There was a snort, and Logan rolled his eyes.

“Have you forgotten it’s our anniversary we’re going to be going to the sunflower fields Janus has been taking care of?”

Roman shot up at the reminder, grin bright as his eyes locked on the closet.

“Oh, I can’t wait to wear the sun dress and sun hat I bought for this trip!”

Logan chuckled, mentally listed Roman’s enthusiasm for fashion at number two, and then prepared himself to leave the bed.

“Alright, you get dressed, I’ve got my own things to do to prepare.”

Roman waved him off, rolling out of the bed, slapping his chubby stomach in excitement a few times before going to the closet.

Gods above and below Logan loved that man.

At number three, Logan put Roman’s stimming with his own weight, and then he left the room to go take a shower before he got started on breakfast.

While he was getting dressed, Roman knocked on the bathroom door to get his attention.

“Yes dear?”

“Would you plug in the curling iron before you leave the bathroom? I want to be a little more feminine than usual today.”

Logan smiled, glancing towards Roman’s basket of hair products.

“Of course, love. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Thank you!”

When Logan was dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a blue tshirt he left the bathroom (having plugged in Roman’s curling iron and noting the closed bedroom door) and made his way to the kitchen.

He was going to do his best to make a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. Hopefully nothing would burst into flames this time.

“Logan, love, what are you doing?” Roman asked, entering the kitchen dressed in a beautiful sun dress that really complimented his body and his sun hat in his hands.

Looking to the eggs Logan was currently trying to save, he sighed.

“I’m attempting to cook breakfast. I managed the sausage and bacon, but at one point the eggs started to burn and I’m not entirely sure how to fix it.”

Roman’s smile was amused, and Logan knew he was doing his best not to tease Logan’s lack of skill in the kitchen.

“I’m flattered by the attempt love, but it’s not my birthday, today is a day for both of us. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll remake the eggs.”

Logan sighed, giving Roman a grateful smile as he sat heavily in his usual chair.

When Roman pressed a kiss to the top of his head, Logan’s heart swelled with affection and he couldn’t resist bringing his husband down for a peck on the lips.

The giggle Roman responded with only made Logan want to kiss him again.

“If you distract me with kisses we’ll have to get take out for breakfast,” Roman said, another giggle escaping his throat.

“Alright, I suppose your right. I’ll distract you with kisses after breakfast. Janus will have to tolerate us being a little late.”

His husband snorted, moving over to the stove to work on fixing Logan’s mistakes.

“We’re always late to everything on our anniversaries. Can we be on time for once?”

Logan let out an offended gasp, taking his years of watching Roman being dramatic to heart to really sell the fact he’s not at all offended.

“You would rather we skip out on our tradition of loving kisses and you trying to get away from my attempts to tickle you?”

Roman looked over his shoulder from where he was getting the pan ready to soak to get the burnt egg off easier to give Logan a look of exasperated fondness.

“As much as I love your kisses, I would like to cut out the squirming away from you jabbing your fingers into my sides from our “anniversary traditions,” love.”

Logan hummed, resting his arm on the back of his chair and his chin on top of it.

“Alright then, I suppose. I have other ways I can get you to squeal in that adorable way of yours.”

His husband huffed loudly, but Logan saw his smile as he turned back to the sink and turned off the water.

“You live to embarrass me. Five years of marriage and you have no respect for the love of your life? Honestly, Logan.”

Logan was about to retort, but the number got stuck in his mind, distracting him while he watched Roman work.

Five years. He’d been married to the most wonderful enby he’d ever met for five years. What a thought that was.

“Love? Logan?”

Logan hummed, blinking a little to get his mind back to the present and to stop counting the years in moments of Roman making him absolutely fall.

“You spaced out a little bit. Are you still trying to finish that list from earlier?” Roman asked, glancing at Logan while doing his best to keep his attention on the food he was making.

“Ah, no, actually. I think I forgot to continue that list after number three,” was his answer, smiling sheepishly when Roman gave him his full attention for longer than a few seconds.

“You forgot to continue a list after only three items?”

Laughing at his husbands shock, Logan stood from his seat so he could wrap his arms around Roman’s waist and press a kiss to his temple.

“In my defense, there’s so much to love about you I couldn’t figure out what to put next. You’re amazing in so many ways.”

Roman leaned back against him, shifting the eggs in the pan.

“Not in every way?”

“I love you, but nothing can redeem your blanket hogging habits or your inability to not sing awfully whenever a “meme song” comes on.”

With a snort that Roman tried his best to hide, he looked up at Logan with a grin, kissing his cheek.

“I don’t sing awfully, I sing to irritate you. There’s a difference.”

“What would that difference be, love? To scream in varying pitches that do not work well together?” Logan asked, leaning back a bit to give Roman a disbelieving look.

Roman’s cheeky grin was soon taken from him as he looked back at what he was cooking.

“The difference is you like my singing normally. So I have to make myself sound as bad as possible in order for you to get irritated because you know just how exquisite I actually sound.”

“Ah yes, of course, how could I be so misinformed? Clearly singing awfully and irritating me are two entirely different things.”

“Exactly! Glad you’re open to learning from your mistakes.”

Logan laughed, stepping back from his husband and shaking his head as he sat back at the table.

“I would say your insufferable, but I agreed to suffer you for the rest of our lives five years ago. So I suppose that would be an inaccurate statement.”

“Yep!”

As Logan rolled his eyes, he couldn’t help but think that he may not have been able to finish his list of things he loved about Roman, but he could tell that his favorite thing about his husband was Roman himself.

#casper writes #ts logan #ts roman #logince #nonbinary roman #yes he uses masculine titles and pronouns he is still nonbinary #logan is so incredibly sappy #they both are tbh #this was meant to have a different ending but then they started being really gay #i expected this from roman but logan? smh #anyway happy birthday ren!!!! i hope you like this :D

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