#hey do you have gum for mish

[destielwarmsthecocklesofmyheart]

excuse me SIR

did you…

did you just…

oh yeah you did okay cool cool no big ill just be over here being completely normal dont mind me

#I see you checkin out his nether regions #get a little below the belt eye candy #now I need to quick do something say something so no one realizes what I just did #hey do you have gum for mish #how am i supposed to be normal about this #destiel #cockles #jensen ackles #deancas #jenmish #misha collins #jackles

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request: Your kid/s get lost in a store or mall. 

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof BoyScouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Anon request, Anon ask, dad!Bangtan, Husband AU, Dad AU, Seokjin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you, Fluff

Genre: Fluff

Taglist: @dreamy-joon​

Title: Where were you?

KIM SEOKJIN

“Ah, Hyo, isn’t this cute?” You say, as you hold up a tiny newborn outfit, soft and silky, covered in petite yellow ducks marching across the pristine white fabric. 

Your teenage daughter scarcely looks up from her phone, leaning against the nearby shelf of neatly folded baby clothes, as she replies in a slightly bored tone, popping her gum noisily, “Yeah mom, it’s cute. Can we go now?” 

“We have to wait for dad to get back.” You reply, rolling your eyes slightly, as you keep the outfit held securely in one hand and continue to browse through the racks of infant clothing. “What about you, baby?” You ask quietly, glancing down at your distended abdomen, resting a palm on the swollen belly, as the baby gives a few kicks in response to your voice. “You like the outfit, right?” 

Glancing up once more, a small smile on your lips, you start to say, “Mish, what do you…..” Before you stop abruptly, jaw going slack as you look around the area, realizing, quite suddenly, just now, that your younger daughter is nowhere to be seen. “Hyo.” You say seriously, setting down the baby outfit as you spin on your heel to double check the surrounding aisles of clothes, starting to feel your heartbeat frantically in your chest when you still don’t catch a sight of Mishil. “Where’s your sister?” 

“I dunno. I didn’t know I was in charge of watching her.” Hyo looks up from her phone, rolling her eyes. 

You ignore her attitude, too focused on the panic that is filling your chest, as you walk quickly and firmly down to the next aisle, your breath catching in your throat as you turn the corner and Mishil is still nowhere in sight. Hurrying back to Hyo, you pull your phone from your purse as you grab her arm, ignoring her complaints as you say fearfully, “Hyo, we need to call dad. I don’t know where Mishil is.” 

“Hey, jagi. I’m finally finished.” 

You glance up, relief filling your chest, as you see your husband appear around the corner of the baby section, his newly clipped and styled hair gelled back from his forehead, a large grin on his features, although the look of amusement instantly leaves his face as he catches sight of you, and hurrying to your side, he grips your hand, as he asks worriedly, “What’s wrong?” 

“I can’t find Mishil.” You say, your voice starting to tremble, as you bite your lip to keep the tears at bay. 

“Okay, it’s okay, Jagi.” Jin can sense that you’re on the verge of crying, so he pulls you to his chest and runs a hand soothingly over your hair as he speaks calmly into your ear. “I’m sure she just wandered a few aisles over. Let’s go look.” 

“I checked the next aisles already and she….” You start to say, voice thick with unshed tears, hands suddenly trembling against the fabric of Jin’s jacket, but before you can say anything else, a voice sounds from behind you. 

“Mama? Dad? Is everything okay?” 

“Oh my gosh, Mish!” you cry out, rushing toward your younger daughter and crushing her to you, as she glances over your shoulder in confusion at her father and older sister. “Never ever wander away like that again!” You pull her back from you, hands on her shoulders, as you sternly address her, a tear leaking from your eye and dripping down your cheek. “I was so worried about you!” 

“Sorry, mom.” Mishil says, looking down at her feet in slight shame at the look of absolute relief on your features. “I just wandered over to the toy section. And look!” Her features light up as she lifts her hand to show you a soft, cuddly toy bunny held in her palm. “Isn’t this perfect for the baby?” 

You can’t help it as you let out a strangled laugh of relief and hug her tightly once more. “Yes, Mish, that’s perfect.”

MIN YOONGI

Min Yoongi is not one to panic. 

However, in this moment, in the middle of the busy Korean grocery shop, as he grips your hands in his own, trembling with worry, and looks at you with fear in his wide dark eyes, he is the most panicked you have ever seen him. 

And you can’t blame him. 

“Now, tell us one more time, what does your daughter look like and what is she wearing?” The woman behind the customer service counter asks calmly, jotting down notes as the two of you stand before her. 

“We told you already.” Yoongi quickly replies, and you can sense the panic in his tone quickly turning to irritation, as his fingers drum across the backs of your knuckles. “Her name is Jag-Eun, she’s four, she has dark hair and it’s pulled back in braids today, and she’s wearing a flower raincoat and pink rain boots.” 

“She was with me in the produce section one moment, and then she was gone.” You say, biting your trembling lower lip, as your insides tumble in turmoil and your heart beats loud in your chest. “Please. We’ve looked everywhere.” 

“Don’t worry, Mr. and Mrs. Min.” The woman behind the counter offers you a sympathetic smile, though it does nothing to calm your worry. “We’ve made an announcement to all the staff. They’re looking now. And we have all the exits secured, so no one can leave with your daughter. I’m sure we’ll find her soon.”

“Damn it all.” Yoongi swears under his breath harshly. “I’m not just going to stand here and wait.” 

He pulls you away from the counter and the surprised woman without another word, and you hurry to catch up to him, as he jogs down aisle after aisle of the large grocery store, pushing past people without so much as an excuse as he calls your toddler’s name over and over again with increasing frequency. 

“Jag-Eun! Jag-Eun!” 

“Yoongi, stop.” You finally say, pulling him to a stop, as you lean over to catch your breath, before straightening to face him, as he glances back at you in impatience. “We’ve checked all these aisles once already. She’s not here.” 

“She can’t have gone far.” He pants, glancing to the left and right, eyes sweeping the store desperately for your missing daughter. “She’s four for hell’s sake.” 

You open your mouth to answer him, but before you can, you see a store employee coming toward the two of you, and holding your breath as he approaches, you wait, as he reaches you and says, “Mr. and Mrs. Min? Come with me please.” 

Your heart is back in your throat at his words as he leads you down to the opposite end of the store, Yoongi’s fingers gripped tightly between your own, every step heavy and filled with worry. 

The employee leads you down an aisle that holds large packages of toilet paper and paper towels, and stopping at about the middle, motions with his head to a covey created by the packages on the bottom shelf. And finally, he offers you a smile. “I think we found your daughter.” 

You release Yoongi’s hand, and crouching down to peer back into the shelter created by the packages of paper, you can just make out Jag-Eun’s crouched form, her pink rain boots bent beneath her, as she happily and quietly plays with her doll against the racks of shelving. 

“Jag-Eun.” You breathe out in a sigh of relief, and your daughter’s dark eyes peer back at you as she turns to look at you. “Can you come to mommy, please?” 

“Will you get mad at me?” She hesitates, clutching her doll to her chest. 

“No, mini.” Yoongi crouches down beside you, and you can feel the relief rolling off of him in waves now that your daughter has been located. “You’re not in trouble. We’re just happy to have you back.”

JUNG HOSEOK

You look up from placing items on the checkout stand as Hobi appears at your side, slamming two boxes of sneakers down on the counter beside you, before he shoots you a triumphant grin. 

“There. Done.” He raises a brow at you as he pushes Kyong up beside him, ruffling his dark hair as he says proudly, “I found them both sneakers that fit. And it didn’t even take that long.” 

“Good job, baby.” You say teasingly, leaning over to kiss him quickly, before you glance into the boxes at the sneakers and grimace slightly, turning to him with a pout on your lips as you whine, “Hobi! Did you have to let them pick such awful colors?” 

“Hey! I’ll have you know, they picked these themselves. I just helped with sizes.” He holds up each color of converse shoes defensively, the canvas painted garishly olive green on one and mustard yellow on the other. “Are you saying our twins have bad taste?” 

“No.” You laugh, turning back to the woman at the checkout counter as you slide the shoe boxes across for her to scan. “Ky, Ko, good job.” You turn to face the boys, and it’s in that moment, that you realize that only Kyong is standing beside his father. Korain is nowhere to be seen. 

“Hobi.” You ask warningly, glancing to the other registers to make sure he’s not hiding nearby to trick you. “Where’s our other son?” 

“What?” Hobi glances up from where he is looking at gums and candy with Kyong in surprise, whirling in a circle to see if you’re being serious. “He was right here!” 

“Are you telling me,” You sigh, pressing the bridge of your nose with your fingers in exasperation. “That you lost one of our kids? You were only alone with them for ten minutes!” 

“I swear, jagi.” Hobi says, hands held up in panic, as he darts around the checkout stand to check behind it on either side. “He was just with us! Right, Ky?” 

“I don’t know.” Kyong, who still hasn’t looked up from the rows of candy, shrugs slightly. “Ko stayed to look at shoes.” “And you didn’t say anything?!” Hobi practically shrieks, before turning to you and offering you a painfully normal looking grin as he backs away slowly. “Look, I’ll go get him. Stay here.” 

“We will.” You shout after him sarcastically, before you turn back to the cashier, offering her a smile as you pay for the items bagged at the end of the counter. 

Ten minutes later, you’re standing by the exit to the store, Kyong happily sucking on a lollipop, when Hobi reappears, dragging a very grumpy and very disheveled looking Korain behind him. 

“Where was he?” You ask as they reach you, taking Korain from his father’s grasp to look over him, and smooth his hair, making sure he’s not hurt in any way. 

“At the shoes like Ky said.” Hobi rolled his eyes, brushing past you out the door as he took the bags from your hands. “We had a long talk about staying with parents.” 

“Can I have a lolli too?” Korain asks, glaring in Kyong’s direction as the other twin sticks out his tongue around his sucker. 

“No.” You say, your hand firm on his arm as you guide the twins from the store. “I think you’ve done enough for one day.”

KIM NAMJOON

“Moonie, stay right here, okay? I need to change Hana.” 

You wait for the boy to nod at your directions, before you spread out a blanket on the changing table and lay the baby down, happily gurgling and waving her hands at you, as you dig in the diaper bag for a spare diaper. 

“That’s a good girl. Aren’t you the best girl, Hana?” You coo to her, as you give her a toy to hold to distract and keep her still as you begin to strip off her clothes and change her messy diaper. 

“Moonie, can you hand me the lotion?” you ask over your shoulder, one hand keeping the baby on the changing table, the other stretched out blindly behind you, waiting for your older son to put the lotion into your palm. 

When nothing happens, and Hana struggles beneath you to roll over and ist up, you sigh heavily and glance over your shoulder, saying sternly, “Moon-soo, I need....” Your voice dies as you see the spot where Moon-soo had been standing only moments earlier, now empty. 

He’s gone. 

“Damn it.” You say under your breath, hurrying to finish putting on Hana’s new diaper and redress her, before you sweep her up into your arms and throw the diaper bag over your shoulder, pushing out of the bathroom door hurriedly as you glance around the large open space of the center of the mall. “Damn it damn it damn it.” 

You almost crash into another woman entering the bathroom in your attempt to hurry outside, and muttering an apology, you ask hurriedly, “Have you seen a little boy pass by here? He’s wearing a red sweater and he’s about this tall.” You motion with your hand. 

She shakes her head with a sorry and you hurry past her, hoisting Hana higher onto your hip as you start to feel worry build in your stomach as you walk at a clipped pace around the courtyard, calling Moon-soo’s name. 

After several minutes of searching, you feel tears start to burn the back of your eyes, and digging into your diaper bag for your phone, you call Namjoon, relieved when he picks up on the second ring. 

“Hey, Jagi.” 

“Joon. I can’t find Moon-soo.” You blurt out over his hello, barreling onward without a breath as you continue to walk around the courtyard once more. “We’re at the mall, and I had to change Hana and I told him to stay, but he didn’t listen and I’ve been all alround the courtyard and I can’t find him and....” 

“Whoa, okay, slow down, jagi.” Namjoon says through the phone, when you pause to take in a shaking breath. “I’m sure he’s not far. Did you check the rides? He loves those.” 

“I already did.” You nod, holding the phone out of Hana’s grasp as she reaches upward with chubby fingers. “And the candy store and the benches he likes to hide behind.” 

“Okay.” Namjoon sighs, and you can hear his tone take on a slight sound of worry through the speaker. “Did you check in the bushes?” 

“Ma’am?” 

You whirl around at the feel of someone tapping your shoulder, and the security guard offers you a sympathetic smile, as he mouths to you, glancing over at your phone, “Is he yours?” 

Your eyes drop to the security guard’s side and Moon-soo is clutching his hand tightly, contentedly sucking on a sucker, a fake badge sticker stuck proudly to the front of his red sweater. 

“Never mind, Joon.” You hurry to say, already moving to hang up. “I found him.” 

“Thank you so much.” You say to the guard, as he nods and smiles, leaving Moon-soo at your feet. “Moonie.” You gasp out in relief, before falling to your knees and crushing him to you in a hug, Hana giggling as she’s pressed between the two of you. “You scared mommy.” 

“Sorry mommy.” Moon-soo says, his voice muffled by your coat and the stick of his sucker poking you sharply in the shoulder. “But I got a sucker!” 

PARK JIMIN

You step out of the dressing room, a little self conscious, as your heels tap across the tile floor and the red dress hugs curves that were not currently noticeable before you had Park Jimin’s second baby, but stepping out into the small showroom, your fears are instantly put at ease by your husband’s reaction. 

“Shit. You look great.” Jimin breathes as you enter and come to stand in front of the mirror, tugging at some of the bunched fabric around your waist as your hands smooth nervously over the material of your skirt.

“Really?” you question, looking hard at yourself in the mirror, as Jimin comes up to stand beside you, the baby on his hip, tiny hands fisted into her father’s shirt, as she contentedly sucks on her pacifier, watching you with wide eyes from Jimin’s arms. 

“Really, baby.” Jimin says, leaning over to kiss your cheek, as he offers you a grin in the reflection of the mirror. “You go back to the office in that outfit, and they won’t know what hit them.” 

“You’re biased, Park.” You reply teasingly, sticking your tongue out at him as he winks at you playfully in the mirror and retreats back to his seat, settling the baby comfortably into his lap as you take one last look at your reflection in the mirror. With a sigh, you turn to him and say, “Well, I guess I should change back.” 

Taking a step toward the dressing room, you pause, eyes widening as you turn back to Jimin. “Chim, where’s Yun Hee?” 

“What? She’s right….” He trails off, slight surprise in his tone, as he glances over to the abandoned pile of toys sitting on the floor. 

“Damn it.” You swear, hurrying down the hall and back to the dressing room, as you call out over your shoulder, “You check outside. I’ll check back here.” 

Muttering under your breath as you trip over the heels, you kick them off, gathering the skirt of the dress into your hands as you hurry down the aisles of the dressing rooms, peeking under the door of each one as you call out, “Yun Hee? Baby girl, it’s mommy! Where are you?” 

Pushing open the unlocked doors as you go, and finding nothing, you’re starting to panic, when you hear a familiar giggle sound behind you, and you glance over your shoulder, just in time to see a dark head of hair and a glimpse of a yellow dress disappear into one of the rooms you had already checked. 

Stomach filling with relief, you backtrack, and carefully pushing open the door, you see a giggling Yun Hee settled onto a corner of the bench, curled into a ball and looking pleased with herself as she meets your eyes and says softly, “You found me! You won hide and seek, mommy.” 

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you offer her a smile as you reach for your hand. “Good hiding, Yun Hee. Now. Let’s go tell daddy I won so he doesn’t worry.”

KIM TAEHYUNG

“Here’s the milk, mom.” 

Your daughter appears at your side as she sets down the gallon of milk onto the conveyer belt, sliding it carefully in between the loaf of bread and the basket of apples, before she glances behind you thoughtfully. 

“Where’s dad?” 

“What?” you ask, distracted by looking through your wallet for your credit card, as you glance up at her, pausing in your movements. “What do you mean?” 

“Where’s dad?” Ara repeats again, motioning behind you, as you glance over your shoulder to see that Taehyung is indeed not behind you in line. “I thought he was with you.” 

‘No.” You sigh, finally pulling out your card and handing it to the cashier. “I sent him to get eggs and he said he’d just come back with you.” 

“I didn’t see him.” Ara shrugs, reaching out to pluck a pack of gum from the shelf before she sets it down among the other groceries. “He must be lost.” 

“More likely, he got distracted.” You say beneath your breath, as you thank the cashier and take your card from her, pushing the cart full of newly bagged groceries toward the exit. “Come on, Ara.” 

“Where are we going?” Your daughter asks, as she jogs to keep up with you. 

“Customer service.” You reply, coming to a stop beside the desk as you turn to the woman behind the counter with a tight smile. “Hi. I’ve lost someone. Can I use your intercom?” 

“Of course, ma’am.” The woman replies back politely, handing you the mouthpiece over the counter as she continues gently, “Have you lost your child?” 

“No actually.” You say, as Ara stifles her laughter from behind you at the woman’s question. ‘My husband.” 

The woman’s eyes grow wide and surprise flashes across her face, but she can’t speak, as you put the mouthpiece up to your lips and announce over the intercom system, your words echoing around the store, “Kim Taehyung, if you’re not up to the service desk in three minutes, your daughter and I will be leaving without you.” 

Handing the phone back to the woman, you offer her a smile, her features covered in shock, and bow your head as you say casually, “Thank you very much.” 

Exactly two minutes and forty three seconds later, Taehyung screeches to a halt beside you and Ara, and leaning over to kiss your cheek, he takes the cart from your hands and begins to push it toward the exit as if nothing had happened, saying lightly, “There you two are. I’ve been waiting forever.” 

Rolling your eyes, you slap him playfully on the back as he grins back at you over his shoulder. “That’s the second time this month, Tae. Next time, I’m not going to make an announcement before I leave you.” 

“That’s my girl.” Taehyung winks at you and Ara laughs beside him.

JEON JUNGKOOK

“Okay, I’ll get detergent and you get nausea meds.” Jungkook recaps, as the two of you enter the store, Daeseok’s hand clutched in your own as he tries to pull away from you to look at the brightly colored fruits on display. 

“Done.” You nod, and Jungkook flashes you a grin, before he takes off at a jog to the other side of the store. 

You pull Daeseok along with you toward the pharmacy, and standing in front of the shelves full of medicine, you try to keep him by your side as you scan the labels carefully, looking for the one your doctor recommended to keep your morning sickness at bay. 

“Finding everything alright, ma’am?” A young store associate approaches you with a smile. 

“Actually, could you help me find this?” You hand him the piece of paper that your doctor had scrawled on, pulling down your face mask as you watch him start to peruse the boxes of medicine for the right one. 

“Ah, here you go.” The young man hands you what you’re looking for with another bright smile. “Anything else I can do?” 

“No, thank you.” You reply, offering him another round of sincere thanks as he heads off once more. “Daeseok, let’s go meet dad…..” You start to say, whirling on your heel to see that your son is no longer beside you. 

Damn it all. You had let go of his hand. 

“Daeseok?” you hurry around the corner of the aisle, glancing left and right as you scan down the aisles of food and medicine as you stride back toward the front of the store. Reaching the front checkouts once more, you spin a few circles, watching the crowds of people for your son, as you worry starts to grow. 

“Hey, jagi. Everything okay?” Jungkook is at your side, a bottle of laundry detergent held in his hand, as he sees the look of fear on your face. “What’s wrong?” 

“Daeseok, he…” You start to say, but can’t finish for the lump in your throat. 

“Okay. Come on.” Jungkook says, and you can see that he’s trying to stay calm for you as he sets down the detergent and takes your hand, pulling you back the way you came. “We’ll look together.” 

You walk the aisles at a clipped pace, taking turns calling out your son’s name, as the worry and panic just continues to grow deep within your gut, adding to your already roiling nausea. 

Coming to the end of another row, you look to Jungkook, almost in tears, to see his gaze drawn to something at the far end of the store, and suddenly he’s pulling you quickly after him, as you stumble along beside him, asking breathlessly, “Where are we going?” 

He doesn’t answer, instead pulling you around the corner of the aisle, and there, at the end of the corridor, is your son, standing at the feet of a large pink bunny balloon, floating over the toy section, eyes wide with wonder as he stares upward. 

“Daeseok!” You break from Jungkook’s hold as your son turns at his name and sweep him into your arms, pressing kisses all over his face. “Where did you go? Mommy was so worried!” 

“Look daddy!” Daeseok crows from the safety of your arms, pointing upward at the giant bunny above you. “I found Cooky!”

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Tried myself at a little bit of fanfiction today...

- Read The Damned Script -

Part 1

“Okay, so next scene we’ll shoot the kiss. Set up, on your marks in five…,” the director kept yelling, but all Jensen heard were the nervous chuckles of Misha, who was standing a few feet away, joking around with Jared. The latter had his phone in his hand, likely showing Misha some dirty memes he’d found online and no doubt found hilarious. And Misha had never been one to resist a dirty joke. Today, however, Jensen could tell that Misha’s laughter didn’t come as quickly as it normally did. And it sounded a bit forced. That was a good thing! For a while Jensen had worried he was the only one affected by what was planned for the day.

The writers had finally gone there.

Destiel would happen.

And really, at this point, in a sense, it was the inevitable thing. Thirteen seasons had come and gone, now they were filming the fourteenth. The relationship between the characters Dean and Castiel had been a central story for many episodes and to write all of their interactions off as mere friendship wasn’t cutting it anymore. Neither with the fans, nor with the writers.

You can only deny something for so long. At some point you have to own up to what you’ve done and Misha and Jensen both knew they had played the ambiguity a bit too strong. That’s what you get for having good chemistry.

“Ackles, make-up!” One of the PAs was waving at him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He turned towards Misha as two women with overstuffed make-up bags began swarming around him like angry little bees. “Hey, Mish! It’s time.”

Misha nodded. “Coming!” As he made his way over he loosened his tie, giving himself the slightly ruffled look viewers of their show had become accustomed to. “You brushed your teeth today, right?”

“Ha. Ha.” Jensen rolled his eyes, but despite his efforts to look annoyed, a grin snuck up his face and increased. Around Misha, he couldn’t help himself. Something about his friend put him at ease, made him lose some of that stiffness that he too often used as a shield of protection.

“I’m not sure this was a good idea,” Misha told him as an elderly woman with gel in her hands adjusted his hair. “We should have rehearsed this scene. The script just said *kiss*. The director told us to do it our way and see where things go. But seriously, it’s a big moment for the show and you just want to wing it?”

Jensen didn’t want to wing it. He didn’t want to kiss Misha at all, but he absolutely wouldn’t do it more often than necessary. “It’ll be fine. I’ll pretend you’re Danneel and you’ll pretend I’m Vicky. Just do it like you did when you first kissed her. Can’t be that hard, right?”

Misha sputtered a laugh. “I’m not going to kiss you like I kissed my wife.”

“You know what I mean,” Jensen retorted.

The director took his place. “Ready, let’s go. Ackles, Collins, on your marks. Everyone - positions!”.

Misha took one last glance at the script, made his way towards his mark and leaned against the doorframe of what was Dean’s room in the bunker.

“Action!”

“Dean,” began Misha, as Castiel the angel, “we have to face reality. If the last decade showed us anything, then that angels aren't meant to walk the earth. My job here is done. Michael is no more. Lucifer is no more. I have to return to heaven, help rebuild what I destroyed.”

“You can return to heaven,” said Jensen, as Dean, “but you don’t need to barricade the doors behind you. Forever is a damn long time to lock yourself up there.”

“Time in heaven is different from time on earth. It’s—”

“Yeah, I didn’t ask for a physics lecture!” Trying his best to convey a look of longing and uncertainty, Jensen approached Misha, invading his personal space. “What about us? About me, about Sam. You’re prepared to just abandon us?” Jensen inched closer to Misha. He knew his friend, knew all his telltale signs, knew when he was on the verge of breaking character or of laughing, when he forgot his lines, and he knew when his friend was nervous. And the way Misha sucked in air in that very moment told him that he was absolutely nervous. No acting, just raw emotion.

Misha, as Castiel, straightened up, met Dean’s eyes with one of those wistful looks they had become famous for. “I’m not abandoning the two of you. The fight is over. There are more hunters than ever protecting the humans and less demons to fight. I have a duty, Dean. I was made for a purpose.”

“You don’t get it, do you? I’m not talking about hunting, Cas! We spent a decade fighting side by side and now that there’s a little bit of peace on earth, you can’t even stick around for a beer? You want to leave for good. What did you imagine I’d say?”

“Good luck?”

“Oh come on, Cas!”

“Dean, I don’t understand—”

Jensen grabbed Misha’s face, held it firmly, and smashed his lips against those of his friend. All around them, the crew was adjusting lights, the cameramen were zooming in and out, trying to get their frames, the director shouted orders ranging from “kiss him,” “move your lips,” and “a bit of groping, please” to “less squinting,” and “stop moaning!”

Moaning. When had he done that? Jensen’s mouth was still pressed against Misha’s but on a scale of ‘One’ to ‘Best Kiss Ever’, this one ranged below zero. Misha’s lips were tightly shut, Jensen’s weren’t moving at all, and he was pretty sure his hands were leaving marks on Misha’s cheeks.

“Cut! That was fucking awful! Jesus fucking Christ, one would think you guys knew how to kiss! Jensen, you were on a soap for crying out loud,” the director rambled on, “and Misha, what the fuck? Let’s do that again, with a little more emotion this time, please?” The ‘please’ sounded suspiciously much like ‘or else there will be deathly consequences!’

So everything was set up again.

“Sorry, Jensen. That was my fault. I froze, I don’t know what happened,” whispered Misha as he got into position anew.

Jensen chuckled, hoping to appear unfazed. “Well, you don’t kiss one of your best friends every day, so, I get it.”

“Action.”

Lines were said again and once more they reached the point of no return.

“Oh come on, Cas!” Jensen put more emphasis on his lines this time, trying desperately to sound like a man overwhelmed by his own feelings and less like a man overwhelmed by his fears.

“Dean,” said Misha, as Castiel, pushing the slightest bit away from the doorframe, to allow for more room to move, “I don’t understand—”

Jensen went in. Hands returned to Misha’s face, holding it firmly, angling it upwards just the slightest bit. Then their lips touched. Only there was a problem. This time around, Misha didn’t freeze. His mouth had opened just a hint, giving leave for their lips to align perfectly. Jensen tasted the coffee Misha had consumed earlier, mixed with the mint of that gum he’d bummed from him. A hint of stubble on both of their faces created a wicked friction that momentarily caused Jensen to forget who he was and what he was supposed to be doing. He let his instincts take over, let his thumbs move across Misha’s face, let his lips do what lips were meant to do when kissing.

And things went downhill from there.

None of it worked as it was supposed to work. Dean was meant to kiss Cas briefly, then be startled by what he had done. But Jensen wasn’t the only one not remembering his job. Castiel was supposed to freak out, shocked by that avid display of passion from Dean, a man who was not known for impulsively kissing male human vessels. Misha didn’t shove him away, instead his body glued itself to Jensen’s, thighs began to rub against thighs, lips moved faster, firmer, their stomachs were mashed together, breathing became uneven, hands started to wander—

“Cut! Fuck this shit! We ain’t shooting softcore here! Guys, I’m taking five and when I get back, you better remember that you’re supposed to be professionals and not horny teenagers. Read the damned script!”

#fanfic #cockles #jenmish #Destiel #DEANCAS #supernatural

[nicolabarth]

Vampirates

Read it on AO3

Square Filled: King!Dean

Ship: Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Adam Milligan/Michael/Lucifer

Rating: Mature

Tags: Fantasy AU, Denny main pairing, canon-typical violence, Leviathans, a horse gets hurt (it’ll be okay, though), hurt angel wings, blood drinking, blood play, vampire tropes, mention of blowjobs

Summary: Sam and Gabriel are missing, but Sam's pirate friends have a way of finding Sam: Benny Lafitte, the vampire. Dean isn't thrilled at first, but he's also kind of fascinated by Benny. This is part of the Princes, Pirates, and Vampires verse.

Word Count: 3772

Written for @spnaubingo​

Thanks to my beta read @coplins and to @askatosch who keeps giving me ideas for this verse. (Though all the vampire tropes were my ideas alone.)

Captain Jessica Moore shows up in Dean’s throne room right after it’s discovered that Sam is now missing, too. In her company is a bear of a guy, massive, beard way past the stubbles most pirates seem to have, because they’re too lazy to shave regularly, and his eyes are the palest blue Dean has ever seen. He’s handsome in kinda the opposite way his Captain is, and Dean would probably appreciate both of them a lot more, if he didn’t have a full crisis on his hands.

“So,” he says, “I’m told you know where Sam is?”

“Well ...” The pirate Captain straightens out her uniform that’s a weird mish-mash of all kinds of military styles of at least five different countries. “Not exactly. But he came to me yesterday, saying he thinks he knows who kidnapped your angel friend.”

Well, at least that’s a good start. “Why didn’t he come to me?”

“Apparently there are politics involved.” She proceeds to give a short summary of what Sam told her. That there is a faction of people not happy with the peace they made with the angels. That some of those people think they have to get revenge for Sam’s sake (because of something Dean has only heard about from Michael yesterday, when the angel came to talk to him about the idea of maybe publicly apologizing to Sam). That Sam kind of made friends with one of those revenge seeking people and hopes they might lead him to Gabriel, if he plays his part right.

“So,” Dean says in the end, “you actually know squat about where Sam is.”

Captain Moore pulls a face, but her companion steps forward. “I can find him, your majesty.”

Well, if that’s true, that’s good news. “How so?” Dean asks.

Instead of an answer, the man smiles and several pointy teeth extend from his gums. He retracts them again, before Dean can do anything more but curse. “I can find anyone I ever tasted.”

Two palace guards step closer, but Dean waves them away. He’s itching to pull his sword and behead the fucker, too, but that won’t bring Sam back. Instead he turns to Captain Moore. “You brought a vampire into my castle? And he’s telling me he sucked Sam’s blood?”

The pirate Captain straightens up a bit more. “Benny is a valued member of my crew, and having him take a sample from every crew member is quite useful. So far we have lost no crew member to kidnapping and recovered several after they’ve gone overboard. Also ...” She grins. “No one ever tries to steal from us and run.”

“At least no one tries and survives,” Benny adds.

Okay, yes, that sounds useful, and by now Dean would take anything that gets him Sam and Gabriel back – especially Sam. He turns back to Benny. “So you’re a pirate vampire? Vampire pirate?”

“Please don’t say vampirate,” Captain Moore says. “Your golden winged friend went there already.”

“Well …” Dean shrugs. “It’s the third thing you think of.”

“No, it isn’t,” Benny says. He looks amused, though.

“It totally is.”

They put together a party of Dean’s most trusted, plus Captain Moore and Benny. Michael and Raphael join them in the courtyard of the castle. They’ll be flying, but Dean makes the stable boys saddle two extra horses that they’ll take with them in case they get somewhere where air support doesn’t make any sense. Or in case they find Sam and Gabriel.

Then they ride, Benny with Dean in the front.

The vampire leads then into the direction of the mountains where the landscape gets more rocky. They ride past fields and a few farms until they enter the forest. Now Michael and Raphael land and take the horses, because they’d just lose track of the party from the air.

Now and then, Dean sideyes Michael. He hasn’t forgotten that he found him sharing a bed with Adam <i>and</i> Lucifer this morning. And he could be wrong, but he has never heard that it’s customary in Caelum to cuddle up with the whole family. Michael acts like nothing is out of the ordinary, but Dean will definitely have a word with Adam about this as soon as this crisis is resolved. It’s bad enough that his little brother had to marry an angel for diplomatic reasons. If they’re taking advantage of him in some kind of sick way, there’ll definitely be a diplomatic incident later.

That’s when there’s a cry of alarm from the rearguard. That’s all the warning they get, before the attackers are all over them.

The creatures tear into them with terrifying speed. They’re all mouth and teeth, so many teeth. Dean hacks at one of them, but no matter how deep the gashes he makes, they just heal again and the thing keeps coming. It sinks it teeth into the side of his horse.

That’s when Dean finally manages to cut off the head, and that seems to do the trick. The body drops to the ground. But the head stays attached to his bleeding horse, and the poor animal is in panic. It breaks away from the rest of the group, runs into the forest, bucking and whining, tries to shake the thing that hurts it.

In the end, the only thing it shakes is Dean. He lands hard, tumbles down a slope, and thankfully lands in a pile of leaves, sword still in his hand.

Two more of the creatures are over him in no time. Dean gets his sword between the teeth of one of them, holding it away from his neck with all the strength he has. He kicks at another that gets thrown back a bit from the force of the blow.

The next thing he knows it that a snarling vampire drops on the thing. For a moment the two roll around around on the ground, and Dean thinks he sees the creature bite a chunk out of Benny. But then he’s more occupied with his own opponent again. He manages to throw the thing off of him, and swings his sword, cutting the head off. He kicks it away for good measure, before he turns to Benny and the second creature.

The thing has its teeth deep in Benny’s shoulder, while the vampire stabs at it with a short blade. That doesn’t do much good, though. So Dean grabs the hair at the back of the creature’s head and pulls. The teeth get yanked out of the vampire’s shoulder and Dean swings his sword again. Blood splashes Benny’s face, then Dean throws the head as far away as possible.

It takes a bit longer to get the body off Benny and assess the damage. It doesn’t look good. There’s a huge gash in the vampire’s shoulder that’s still bleeding, and his eyes only manage to focus on Dean with some effort.

“Hey!” Dean rips a bit of fabric from the dead creature’s shirt and presses it on the wound. “Stay with me, you hear me?” He needs the vampire! He’s the only one who can find Sam. “You can’t die on me now!”

Even though … aren’t vampire’s technically dead already? Dean isn’t sure what parts of the lore are true. But shouldn’t a vampire be able to heal injuries that aren’t instantly lethal? Maybe Benny has lost too much blood for that. Which means he needs more.

“Hey, Benny! Benny, listen to me!” That makes the pale blue eyes focus on him for good. “Can you drink from the dead thing here, would that help?”

“No.” The answer is barely more than a whisper. “No dead man’s blood. But blood’ll help.”

“Well, that’s just fucking great!” Dean looks around, but there’s no trace of the other people of his group. The slope he’s fallen down looks quite steep, too. More like a slightly skewed wall of earth and stone with some tree root sticking out. It’s twice as high as Dean, and he can probably be lucky that he didn’t break his neck on the way down.

It brings him to one conclusion, though: The only living thing close by is Dean.

Ah well. “If I offer my own blood, will you manage to not suck me dry?” he asks. He hates the idea, but if it makes him get Sam back …

Benny gives a weak smile. “Only ever messed that up once, and that was years ago.”

Well, if that doesn’t sound reassuring. “If I start getting dizzy and you don’t stop, I’ll gut you.”

“Fair enough.” Benny says. “Help me up?”

When Dean removes the fabric from Benny’s wound it has stopped bleeding, so that’s something at least. He pulls the vampire into a sitting position, rests his back against the trunk of a tree. Then he pulls his left sleeve up. His heart is hammering like mad now. This is definitely the most stupid idea he ever had. He puts his sword on the ground next to him, pulls a knife from a sheath on his belt.

“Don’t cut yourself.” The whispered words stop him. “A bite will close easier again.”

Dean looks at him skeptically. He’s seen the sharp teeth and they don’t look like something he wants in his flesh. “That won’t turn me?”

“It won’t. Come on, trust me,” Benny says with a half-smile. “I’m the expert here, ain’t I?”

Well, technically he is. “For the record, I don’t trust you.” With that Dean moves closer, until Benny grabs his arm and pulls it the rest of the way. The only reassuring thing about that is that his grip is weak and Dean could’ve probably wrestled free, if he wanted to.

Benny sinks his teeth into Dean’s arm close to the hollow of his elbow, and it hurts like a bitch. Dean gasps, then swallows any other sounds. The pain dulls down after the first moment, and then it’s not that bad actually. He barely feels the blood rushing out of him. Still he grips his knife tighter, ready to slit the vampire’s throat, should he refuse to let go later. What a waste of blood that’d be, though.

After a moment, the wound in Benny’s shoulder starts to close. His eyes get clearer, too. The vampire looks up at Dean, watching him attentively now, without letting go. Those eyes are quite beautiful actually, Dean thinks. And he may kind of get lost in them for a while.

Right when Dean notices that he starts getting dizzy, Benny lets go. There’s faint pain again, when vampire teeth get pulled out of his flesh, but this time it’s not the bad kind of pain. This time Dean’s gasp is a bit breathless.

He shakes his head to shake the feeling. He shouldn’t like this! But then Benny’s tongue darts out to lap a bit of blood from his skin. He keeps eye contact with Dean while he does it, and Dean could’ve sworn he can see that half-smile again that’s actually quite attractive.

“Not for nothing, but the last time someone looked up at me like that, I was in the process of getting a blowjob,” Dean jokes, and regrets it an instant later, because it gives him ideas. Fuck.

Benny grins and leans back licking blood from his lips. “Nothing we got time for now,” he says.

Oh great, now he has encouraged the vampire to flirt with him. Who actually wants a blowjob from a vampire? After all it means getting very sharp teeth very near vulnerable body parts. Though that thought doesn’t bother Dean as much as it should.

To distract himself, Dean looks at the bite in his arm. It’s really not that bad, just a few small holes, where the teeth have penetrated skin, and blood is still slowly oozing out of them. Benny leans in again to lick the last few droplets away, and Dean’s train of thought gets yanked back to blowjobs again. Fuck, this is really hot. Dean takes a deep breath and pulls his arm away.

“Better now?”

Benny looks at him a moment longer with that half-smile on his lips, then he turns to check on the wound in his shoulder. He nods. “Thanks. I owe ya, your majesty.”

“Well, pay it back by finding my brother.” Dean gets up and extends a hand to help Benny up.

“Sure thing. If that’s all you want.” There’s a twinkle in Benny’s eyes that tells him that the flirting he’s started won’t stop any time soon.

“Well, yes … maybe … anyway ...” Dean takes a step back and almost trips over a root. He catches himself and clears his throat. “Let’s try and find a way back to the party.”

They have to walk along the slope for a while, before they find a point where they can climb back up. When they make their way back to the rest of the group, Michael has taken command. He has organized the wounded to be treated and the corpses of the creatures to be burned. Even Dean’s horse has been found again. It’s hurt, but will survive.

And as soon as Dean shows up, Michael promptly hands the command back to him. That’s a nice surprise. They send everyone back home who can’t be of any help any more, and continue with the rest.

On the way Michael explains about Leviathans, which isn’t good news at all.

It takes half a day more until they finally find Sam and Gabriel. The angel is curled up in a shallow cave with his head in Sam’s lap, one wing awkwardly stretched as if it’s hurt.

“Thank all the gods!” Sam greets them. “I think he’s started running a fever.”

Raphael is with Gabriel at once. She looks him over, then orders some of Dean’s men to lift Gabriel on one of the horses they brought. And she looks like she’s ready to murder someone, so Dean doesn’t blame them for not looking to him for confirmation as they should have.

Sam helps, and only after Gabriel is secure, he allows Dean to pull him into a hug.

“Idiot!” Dean chides him. “What did you think, running off without telling anyone?”

“I told Jess, didn’t I? And I’m afraid this happened because of me. They wanted revenge in my name.” Sam looks at Michael, who has stepped closer. “I’m so sorry, I –”

“No, I’m sorry,” Michael interrupts him. “I should’ve publicly apologized for what happened to you as soon as Gabriel told us, but we were too concerned with politics. Please accept my personal apology now and I’ll add an official one later.” He looks at Gabriel, who’s on his belly on the back of the horse now, wings dragging on both sides and only stirring slightly. “As soon as it won’t look like we’re only doing it, because we’re afraid.”

No matter what’s up with the thing with Lucifer, Michael seems actually really alright, Dean decides.

Sam blinks in surprise. “I didn’t … You don’t have to … I mean …”

Michael lifts a hand in a calming gestures. “Let’s talk about it later.”

Sam nods obviously relieved.

It’s dark again when everybody is back home. Gabriel gets treated by Raphael, and Sam doesn’t leave his side. Lucifer throws a hissy fit, when he sees the state his brother is in and demands that everyone responsible is severely punished. To Dean’s surprise Sam rises from Gabriel’s bedside and promises that he’ll personally take care of that. He tells Dean the name of a maid that’s probably on the run by now, but can maybe still be found and arrested. And through her some of the other people responsible can be found.

To Dean’s even bigger surprise, it’s Adam who calms Lucifer down enough to not go chase after said maid right this minute. His youngest brother throws Dean a look, then seems to come to a decision, just shrugs and goes from talking to Lucifer to leaning in and carding his fingers soothingly through the feathers of Lucifer’s smallest pair of wings.

Judging by the way Raphael suddenly stops and stares that’s a big thing. She looks from Adam and Lucifer to Michael. “What’s this?”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees. “I wanted to ask about that, too.”

“Well …” Michael looks at Adam.

Adam turns towards them and takes a deep breath. “I’m in love with both of them, Michael and Lucifer,” he says, not looking at anyone in the room.

Raphael’s wings come up, until Michael says her name in a calming voice. “Don’t get all offended for my sake. I don’t mind sharing my husband.”

She huffs and looks at them skeptically, but she folds her wings again.

A low groan comes from Gabriel, and Sam leans over to him. “Take it easy.”

“I’d love to,” Gabriel mumbles. “But there’s so much ruckus in here. What’s the matter?”

“I’m fucking Michael’s husband,” Lucifer says with a grin, mood instantly bettered by his brother being awake. Apparently Adam has a really great taste in men. Dean resolves to have a talk with his little brother in private later.

Adam elbows Lucifer in the ribs, blushing a bit. “That was unnecessary.”

“Michael okay with that?” Gabriel struggles to sit up, while Raphael pushes him back again.

“Yes,” Michael answers, relief and an amused smile on his face. “Very much so.”

“Oh good.” Gabriel lies back again. “And there I thought for a minute it was something bad.”

When all things are said and done, Dean’s head is spinning. He leaves Sam with Gabriel and Adam with his two angels (not without a judging look), then returns to his own room. He wonders if Captain Moore and Benny have returned to their ship already. Probably. He feels a pang of sadness that things have been too hectic to say Benny goodbye.

When he puts his sword away and slips out of his boots, there’s a knock on the door that leads out on a balcony looking over a castle garden. Dean furrows his brows. Maybe one of the angels? Because if you’re not really good at climbing, you shouldn’t be able to get up there from the outside – if you don’t have wings, that is.

In case it is one of the angels, he doesn’t want to call for the guards, but he takes his sword, before he goes to open the door.

It’s Benny. “What the hell?” Dean just stares for a moment.

The vampire gives a little lopsided half-smile. “Sorry to intrude, your majesty, but I’m responsible for you losing quite a bit of blood today, and your guards wouldn’t let me through, and I couldn’t exactly tell them why I wanted to check on ya, could I?” He tilts his head to the side a bit. “Unless ya wanted that known.”

“Oh. Uh, no. Good call.” Dean takes a step back to let Benny in, because it feels kind of rude to leave him standing out there. “I’m fine, though.”

Benny looks at him as if he doesn’t quite believe that. “Ya eaten already?”

“I’ve been kinda busy.”

“Good thing I brought something then.” With that he reaches for a small bag that was hanging over his shoulder.

Dean stares at him. The vampire brought him food? “You brought me food?”

“Well, take away the fangs and the fun, I was born human, too. I remember how to cook.”

“You cooked for me?” Now Dean is amused. It’s also really sweet, though. “You know I hardly lack food here?”

Benny shrugs. “So you don’t want it?”

“I didn’t say that!” Dean has fought a war long enough to never turn down the opportunity to eat. Also, no one has ever cooked specifically from him without being paid for it. It feels really nice. “Come.” He gestures towards his desk. There are way too many papers on it, but that can be rectified. “Sit.”

Of course Benny doesn’t eat with him, but his food tastes really good. There are several pieces of fried seafood, and there’s rice and beans, wrapped in a clean cloth so it doesn’t spill. The first few bites remind Dean that he’s really hungry, and then it’s all gone in record time.

Finally, he leans back feeling a lot better than before. “So,” he says. “You cooked for me on the off-chance that I didn’t eat dinner yet.”

“I have to admit, I’m kinda fond of you.”

That makes Dean’s heart beat a bit faster. “And there I thought I just tasted good,” he jokes.

Benny grins, a hint of his vampire teeth showing. “That, too.”

Oh no, that shouldn’t be hot! That totally shouldn’t be hot! On the other hand, why not? His youngest brother is fucking two angels. Dean can have one vampire, can’t he? “You want more of my blood, then?” He goes for a cocky smile.

Benny’s tongue darts out for a second, chasing an imaginary droplet of blood. “You liked it, eh?”

And to hell with it, Dean’s come to far, he won’t start playing coy now. “Kinda.”

That makes Benny get up. He steps closer to Dean and leans down. And Dean’s heart is hammering like mad now, but he tilts his head to the side to give the vampire better access. A moment later he feels Benny’s lips on his skin right where his pulse is racing. And he waits for the pain, but it doesn’t come. Instead, Benny just nibbles gently, while heat pools in Dean’s lower belly. He draws a long breath and only exhales, when Benny pulls back a little, looking into his eyes with that half-smile on his lips again. “Not tonight, but I’d love to in a few days. Anything else I can do for you in the meantime?”

Well, if he asks like that. Dean grabs the front of Benny’s shirt and pulls him in for a kiss this time. He half expects to be able to feel the pointy teeth with his tongue, but it’s just like kissing a human. And after the first surprise, Benny is a pretty good kisser, gentle and attentive. After a moment, though, he does drop his fangs. Dean gasps, when his tongue finds a sharp edge, and he tastes a bit of blood. Benny starts to pull back, probably because he mistakes Dean’s first shock for dislike. But when Dean makes a protesting sound, he dives back in, chasing the taste of Dean’s blood. When they finally break the kiss, they’re both breathing hard.

“To answer your question,” Dean says grinning. “I think you offered a blowjob earlier.”

The vampire mirrors his grin. “Would be my pleasure.”

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[funkymeihem-fiction]

The A-Mei-Zing Outback Adventure- Chapter 20

The scene grew more chaotic the closer they got. There was the smell of oxidizing metal and circuitry all around them, acrid black smoke poisoning the air from things that were never supposed to be burned. It did nothing to dissuade the horde of junkers. Large chunks of hull and sentry turrets had already been cracked loose in the initial attack, and each chunk of ruin was swarming with men and women, ripping away whatever they thought could be scavenged or trying to fight whoever else got too close to their claims. There were also several bodies laying on either side of the road, but they lay mostly forgotten, save for an occasional figure scavenging the parts from them as well. Mei tried to see if the corpses were anyone from Overwatch, but they seemed to be junkers, taken out by the pulse turrets or (judging by one of the more decapitated ones) flying metal debris. She had never seen anything like this. For some reason they reminded her of insects, as though someone had foolishly disturbed an ant’s nest or a hornet’s hive. The junkers had no organization at all and attacked quickly, en masse, and without mercy. They swarmed over scrap like it was fresh meat. And the people around them were merely the stragglers, with the main pack still dogging the heels of the Orca ship as it steadily lost altitude. Roadhog blew past them, engine still roaring and tires kicking up red dust behind them. “Crikey, the whole fuckin’ outback’s showed up for this one!” Junkrat exclaimed, his grenade launcher at the ready as they passed by two junkers fighting viciously over a downed turret gun. “Bet there’s more on the way, too! Oi, I think I know that guy!” He pointed at the either unconscious or dead figure of another male junker on the ground as they sped by. “Well, I never liked him anyway.”

They rounded the bend of the shallow canyons, and were greeted with the almost impressive sight of the junkers in full force. Chaos was reigning. There were hundreds of them, jockeying for position as they pressed their attack. The vehicles they had cobbled together were less cars or trucks than they were monstrosities of war. Missile launchers had been tacked onto the beds of lorries and hover-cars carried men bristling with weapons, while jeeps equipped with spiked javelins and harpoons, laden with chains and ropes, dragged themselves in the sand in an attempt to hobble their prey. There were shields and spikes in abundance, war paint and decals and racing stripes, and a disturbing amount of effigies, strapped across them in a mish-mash of of leather straps and feathers and bones, animal and human alike. It was impressively tribal. The Orca was doing an adequate job of defending itself from the onslaught, at least, but it wouldn’t last. Turrets were firing from its bottom and shield generators struggled to keep up with the damage, but they could do little about the metal harpoons that were already scattered in its metal underbelly, dragging the attached junker vehicles along or entire sections of its metal armor coming loose and crashing to ground, to immediately be overrun and infested with the scrap hunters. Mei had no idea what to do. The other junkers were ignoring them as simply one amongst their number for now, but she had no way to hail the ship or let them know she was even here. Roadhog was wisely keeping them a safe distance away, enough to pursue but avoiding the explosions and gunfire as he weaved in and out of the other pursuit vehicles. They would be arriving at the designated meeting spot soon, and it seemed like there might be one chance and one chance only to get aboard. They followed until the Orca slowed and came to a stop, turning as abruptly as the immense ship was able, its back to the cliffs as it turned to face the junker hordes. There was the whirring clank of more turrets getting into position, and then a shimmer as its shields refreshed and a door to its cargo bay opened. Mei thrust one arm forward, “There! There, they’re waiting for us! Let’s go!” It should have been simple. Get to the ship, get picked up by Overwatch agents and brought aboard. But every other junker in the vicinity had seen the same door open, and they surged forward as if a living wave, and the motorcycle was quickly crowded out by the larger vehicles all around it. Roadhog rumbled a low curse, then nodded down to his partner, who was grinning and starting to vibrate in his seat. “Rat. Clear ‘em.” This time, Mei made no move to stop them, one hand on her pistol as she huddled into the side of the sidecar, taking hold of Junkrat’s leg to help steady him as he reared up with his frag launcher at the ready, giggling wildly. “Never thought you’d ask, mate!” Mei shut her eyes as there were several large booms and waves of heat from nearby, with the shrieking of both metal and people deafening in her ears, nearly drowning out Junkrat’s maniacal laughter. The motorcycle started moving again. Junkrat kept firing, grenades flying amongst the clouds of choking dust and embers, tongue waving from his mouth and practically slavering amongst the chaos. The motorcycle came to an abrupt stop as it hit something in front of them, the entire thing jolting back and then forward, Mei having to wrap both arms around Junkrat’s legs to keep him from going flying as he landed with a crash atop her in the sidecar. Something rose from the smoke in front of them, a cobbled-together metal monstrosity lifting up on two legs, machine-gun arms clacking noisily, and its junker pilot grinning at them from inside its metal control cage. “Aw fuck me, I hate fightin’ mechs,” Junkrat groaned, before grabbing onto Mei and launching both of them out of the sidecar, nearly dropping her as he ducked and rolled to the side, narrowly missing a rain of machine-gun fire at his ankles. They both landed in the dirt, scrambling upright on either side of the mech as it turned to face Roadhog, who was dismounting his motorcycle and angrily pulling his gun. “Get to the ship!” Mei called to them both, pulling her pistol and going to dash forward. The mech thrust one arm out to block her, but there was another boom and it fell slightly to one side, as one of Junkrat’s sticky mines hit its mark. She made a move to try and duck under it, but the barrel-guns of its arm swung and effectively clotheslined her across the chest, sending her flying back where she’d come from and sliding painfully on the rocky ground. It opened fire and she tried to roll, but a round of bullets sprayed her gut, and she screamed as she felt something tear open and start bleeding, pressing her sticky shirt over the ragged wound even as Junkrat bellowed in anger and positioned himself in front of her, fumbling to reload his grenades. “Kkeojyeo! Geim-eul hamyeon igyeoyaji!” Something very large and pink and vaguely rabbit-shaped landed with a crash of metal against metal, as D.Va’s MEKA slammed full-force into the junker mech. The other mech might have been larger, but it was far from nimble, struggling to even turn as the MEKA practically danced around him, bullets flying as its boosters sent it in agile dodging motions to and fro. From inside its protective pilot shield, D.Va blew a bubble with her gum and popped it impatiently, finally jamming both guns into the other mech’s core and firing, sending the whole thing crashing down as the junker inside ejected free and went scrambling. “Aw yeah! That makes me four-time reigning Australia mech-fighting champion! GG E-Z!” She struck a pose, both metal arms punching forward dramatically, before turning to face them. “Jamie! I thought I saw your weird hair out here!” “Oi, my hair ain’t weird!…Okay, it’s kinda weird,” Junkrat grumbled. “Give us a lift, won’t ya? Mei’s hurt and don’t have any more ice left.” “Sorry, not that kind of MEKA! And you’d be shot right off, I’ve never seen so many people here to fight! I’ll radio the others to let them know you’re coming in!” There was the rattle of more gunfire as more pulse rounds slammed into the MEKA’s side, causing her to shriek within. “Apa! Oh, you’re in for it now!” With that, her boosters flared white-blue and she went careening off back into the melee. Junkrat scratched at his self-admittedly weird hair. “Well, she’s clearin’ a path at least! You all right, love? Can y’walk?” Mei took his hand, hauling herself upright. “I-I think so? Oh! Jamie, you’re bleeding too!” He blinked in apparent surprise, looking to where a hole in his arm was also streaming liquid red. “Oh! Hey, guess I am! Eh, she’ll be right, I can still shoot. Oi, let’s grab Roadie and- Aw shite, we got company.” Roadhog had seemed to have gotten into an entirely different kind of trouble, and he and the bike were surrounded by a group of scavengers. Mei lifted her pistol, but to her surprise, the enormous junker was almost unmoving, and though the people around him milled about and bristled their weapons, none of them had made an actual move to attack him yet. “That ain’t him. It’s someone pretending to be him,” She heard one insist. “Who the fuck’d pretend to be him?” “Isn’t he the one who killed DogEater’s entire gang?” “That was him? Ripped t’fucking pieces…” “Yeah. That’s the real Roadhog, nobody wears a mask like that except Roadhog. Uh…you take ‘im first, I’ll go behind...” “You take ‘im. I ain’t fucking with the pig man,” a smaller man replied, backing into a retreat. Roadhog said nothing, as usual. His wheezing breath remained steady, rattling in and out past the mask’s filters, blank lenses still set upon the junkers facing him. Naturally reluctant to face a well-known bruiser that was over seven feet of fat, muscle, and silent rage, the men jostled and pushed at one another, none of them wanting to be the one to initiate combat and make themselves his target. And when Roadhog slowly lifted his immense hook, the metal catching the sunlight and glinting sharply, the enemy junkers seemed to reach their limit and suddenly and quickly dispersed into all directions, trying to find easier targets. “Hhm…” Roadhog said. “Knew there was a reason I kept you around, mate,” Junkrat grinned. “Besides your winnin’ personality.” “Mm.” The trio continued to struggle forward amongst the chaos, trying to maneuver through. She thought she could see occasional glimpses of other agents from time to time…Pharah’s rockets occasionally flared in the sky, and D.Va’s gaudy pink made for an almost obnoxious moving target as she saw it diving to and fro amongst the red and brown dust of the junkers around her. And despite all the screaming and blasting, she definitely heard Reinhardt’s booming voice, challenging all and sundry to come and face him. The junkers were fighting each other almost as much as their targets, and she nearly lost sight of her companions several times, sometimes firing off warning shots at those who saw her much tinier size and obvious wounds as an opportunity. But even her bodyguards’ gigantism couldn’t hold all of them off, and more than once both Junkrat and Roadhog were pulled away from her at once to try and keep the others at bay. She continued to try and struggle through, darting into and then out of a brawling group of junkers who were getting closer and closer to the dropship, when she saw a familiar flash of red, white, and blue fabric. Her expression lit up, immediately dashing towards it.  Soldier 76 was holding off a crowd of foes at once, pulse rifle rattling as he stood in front of the Orca’s open doors. The junkers were getting bolder and bolder as minutes went by, to the point where he was physically having to push them back at times as the bolder ones tried to rush him. He had been forced into a slow but steady retreat, and could barely pause to even reload without retaliation. And he was making another attempt to reload when one of the junkers rushed him yet again. This one was a surprisingly tiny woman, covered in blood and dust and very faintly yelling “76! 76 it’s me!” over the din as she made a beeline towards him. He lunged forward before she could properly react, launching one strike directly into her sternum. He heard her words cut off and she staggered, the wind knocked out of her, and he went to finish the job, his arm around her throat and swinging her up into the air before going to smash her down into the ground so he could take the shot... Mei barely managed to let out a strangled cry of “C-Commander Morrison!” He stopped immediately, almost freezing mid-air. The back of her head slammed audibly into the ground and she uttered a little noise of pain that sounded familiar, her glasses clattering onto the ground beside her and one of the lenses cracking…Since when did junkers wear glasses like that? He kept his forearm in her throat, her chin pressed upward and pinned, but paused to actually look at her. She looked different now. Her face was thinner and her cheekbones looked more hollowed out. Her eyes were shadowed and tired and squinted to see without her eyewear. She wore a headscarf with a familiar little piggy face on it, but there was precious little hair beneath it. No wonder he’d mistaken her at first glance, but it was definitely… “Mei?” he asked in a bewildered tone, easing his arm off her neck. “Is that-” “Get offa her, you senile old cunt!” Junkrat hit them both like an incoming freight train, his entire gangly mass hitting Soldier dead-center and ripping him from atop Mei like a charging bull. She landed sprawled on her back, the air still knocked out of her. Junkrat had dragged his stunned target some feet away, his fists clenched in the namesake 76 jacket, and went to slam Soldier rather brutally into the ground several times, spitting curses and nearly foaming at the mouth. But Soldier 76 was a seasoned veteran who had dealt with more than an enraged junker in his time. He recovered and he retaliated, and the two quickly became a mess of wrestling limbs and jabbing fists as they fought, and their guns were entirely too close by for comfort. Mei’s head spun as she righted herself, sitting up and trying to yell at them. Her breath came out as a pathetic wheeze, her lungs still emptied as she inhaled and tried again, holding her chest. She tried to call out, trying to identify herself and order Junkrat and Soldier off each other, but only a few words made it out and it sounded more like she was trying to scold a misbehaving dog. “Jamie!…No! Down!” To her surprise, it worked. Junkrat managed to kick Soldier off of him, jamming a boot into the other man’s belly as he scrambled out of the melee, hurrying back to Mei’s side and helping her upright. Soldier stood as well, holding his gun warily at ease as he faced them both. “Mei-Ling? And…Agent Junkrat. Hm.” His gravelly voice showed a hint of clear displeasure. “Didn’t see that it was you.” “Who the bloody fuck else would it be!” Junkrat sneered, fingering the trigger of his grenade launcher even as Mei tried to keep him at bay. “That’s a fine howdoyado! We called you to rescue her, not to fuckin’ end the job!” “It’s fine! I should have identified louder, it’s my fault! I’m sorry, let’s not fight!” Mei protested, even as she pressed both hands to his chest and tried to push him back, leaving red smears across his shoulders. “You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry for, love! It’s this drongo here-!” “I thought she was another junker,” Soldier growled, “I’ve never seen her like th-” Several bullets spattered into the rock above them and peppered them with dust, causing all three to duck and immediately forget their squabble. Soldier lifted his pulse rifle and immediately began firing back, backing away to help shepherd the two towards the ramp. A gloved hand reached up to flick at something on his tactical visor, which glowed vivid red as the holographic field displayed before him, locking onto his targets one by one as they came into view. Junkrat put aside his grudge at least long enough to help, slamming another case of grenades into his launcher’s feed as another round of frags went sailing into the air. “You get inside, find the doc. I’ll be back in just a tick. Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this,” Junkrat said, his grin widening and baring his teeth. Mei lifted a hand to stop him but he was already gone, bounding off into the chaos with no small amount of glee. Soldier followed after him not long after, still uselessly trying to order the junker about. Llimping and bloody, with no ammo left for her gun and her glasses cracked on one side, Mei finally headed up the ramp and into the rescue ship. It was a little strange to be back, back in the familiar belly of the vehicle where she’d deployed from so many times before, usually sitting as far away from the junkers as possible. She immediately slumped into her favorite chair, coughing a little and wishing she had a communicator to let the others know. She felt a little thrill of hope in the pit of her belly, though she wondered if that also might have been a side effect of the blood loss from her gut. “Hello? Is anybody else here?” she called. “Mei! Mei, love, is that you!” Tracer’s voice, cheerful but more than a little stressed, sounded up by the front. The little pilot clearly had her hands full, numerous buttons blinking and beeping urgent messages from all sides of her as she flicked some of them on and off, her gaze roaming constantly over various screens and gauges all over the control board. “It’s me, Lena! I’m so glad to see you again. I’d offer a hug…” She winced a little, still holding her hand to her side. When she looked down and peeled it away, her palm was smeared with red. “Oh! Maybe another time, don’t let me forget! A bit busy myself, here, or I’d greet you proper! But once we’re back-” The whole ship shuddered as there was another boom outside, and Tracer grasped a hold of the yoke, pulling it upward as she struggled to maintain control. “Oh bugger! Not sure how long we can keep this up! Athena, get everyone back on board so we can get out of here! If we can get out of here!” She no longer wore a communicator, but Mei could almost hear the soothing tones of Athena’s vocal systems in her head, relaying the orders of hasty retreat in her ever-polite manner. She slumped down into a seat, the one she usually took on their missions, tucked away in a corner. Snowball buzzed about happily before spotting its favorite charging station, settling onto the plug as its visor went dark. Mei smiled at it a little, glad at least someone was entirely happy about their return, before turning to watch as the other agents returned, one by one. Roadhog was wheeling the half-broken remains of his motorcycle up the ramp, resolutely ignoring Soldier 76’s bellowing to leave it behind as he provided cover fire. Pharah had been shot down and rather haphazardly tossed over the massive shoulders of Reinhardt as he backed slowly into the cargo area, shield upright. D.Va’s MEKA landed with a booming crash outside, metal feet clanking as she steered it inside. Then all eyes immediately turned when there was a shrieking whistle outside and an explosion, and Junkrat’s blurry form was spinning through the air and into the cargo bay, singed form leaving a trail of black smoke as he went skidding along the floor before coming to a stop with a painful-sounding thud against the far wall, his spindly legs bent nearly double over his head before slumping sprawled out and face down on the floor. “Jamison!” Mei called in alarm, starting to stagger upright. “I swear, Mr. Fawkes, the situations you get yourself into…” Mercy’s voice somehow always sounded so gentle, even when irritated. She cut an angelic figure as she appeared amidst the smoke and dust, valkyrie wings glowing and coming to a gliding landing next to the downed junker. A little check-over and a quick glow of her Caduceus Staff seemed to do the trick, and a moment later Junkrat was groaning and holding his rattled skull as he awkwardly rolled onto his back. “That was a good one, mate,” he wheezed, coughing up a black cloud as Roadhog’s huge fingers suddenly closed around his head, carelessly dragging him up and setting him back on his feet. Mercy rolled her eyes slightly before pausing, catching sight of the other junker that had mysteriously appeared on the other side of the ship. She approached with a hand raised, concern written all over her face. “Oh Mei-Ling…” she breathed out, going to gingerly place her fingers on her shoulder almost as if to check she was real. She’d seen her only briefly and rather blurrily, on that fuzzy old camera from their safehouse broadcast. But she looked so different in person. She didn’t even look like the same person, really, and the only clue it was her at all was the dimpling in her cheeks and a faint glint in her dark eyes that looked like the old Mei. “Dr. Ziegler. It’s good to see you again. Um…I think I might need some help?” Mei said, and peeled her hand away from her gut with an unpleasantly sticky noise. “Oh! Of course. Und, wo tut's jetzt weh?“ Mercy’s brows rose, quickly moving into action with the same grace as always. The staff lit up soothing yellow, and Mei relaxed immediately as its gentle glow enveloped her, eyes drifting shut almost in a daze. It was the first real healing her body had been able to do in months, and while normally the sensation of billions upon billions of glowing nanobot swarming her body, wounds knitting themselves shut and flesh sealing neatly under the skin was something Mei had always found a little eerie, it felt so wonderful that it rendered her into a stupor. She didn’t even notice Mercy’s increasingly worried expression, her eyes glued to the little display on her staff and her mouth moving in unheard muttering. “Ach Du meine Güte…I think perhaps we’d best move you to the med bay for now? Nothing to fret over, just, taking a few precautions. Reinhardt, if you wouldn’t mind helping me move-” “Oi, I’ll get her! C’mere, love!” Junkrat perked immediately from his seat, lifting both ash-covered hands to help. Mercy turned a stern gaze upon him, holding up a hand. “That will not be necessary, Mr. Fawkes. We are very thankful that you are all back and mostly in one piece, but I’m afraid that our investigation into the situation is still pending and Mei is…less medically sound than I previously thought. Until we can get a better handle on the whole thing, I’d like you and your partner to remain as you are. Reinhardt, if you would please take her to the bay table?” “That ain’t fuckin’ fair! I know what you’re doing!” Junkrat protested, pointing in an accusatory way towards the medic and the immense armored German man now gently lifting his charge. “You got no idea what’s happened to us and we don’t have to tell you a fuckin’ thing, so how about you and your monkey take your investigation an’ shove it right up your beautiful angelic-” “You vill not talk to Angela like that!” Reinhardt boomed aloud, angrily whirling upon the junker with Mei still in both arms. “Well, maybe you all shouldn’t be talking to him like that,” D.Va remarked a little snidely. “We’ve been fighting off crazy people in this crappy desert for a rescue mission, and now we finally do rescue Jamie and the others, and you immediately want to investigate him because, what, he kissed your friend?” Soldier 76 was already strapped in and waiting to go, his face in both palms. “This is why I always thought interdepartmental fraternization should have been banned.” “Please don’t fight,” Mei said weakly. “Hey!” Tracer’s voice suddenly blared over the intercom. “Would someone please just move the lady and get everyone strapped in, because I’m turning this old girl around and we’re still under attack here, just in case you’ve forgotten! Oh! Damnit! Brace yourselves!” The ship abruptly pitched to one side, causing everyone not strapped in to stumble and Junkrat to land square on his ass as his peg went out from under him. But at least it seemed to resolve the situation, as Reinhardt quickly righted himself and hastily moved Mei into the tiny ship med bay as Mercy bustled about her, strapping her into place and covering her with a blanket as she bustled about. Mei craned her neck from side to side, and was briefly glad of the straps when the ship lurched to and fro before struggling up into the air. She could hear the pinging of more bullets and javelins against the underside of the ship, one last desperate attempt by the attacking junkers to bring it back to ground, before the thrusters all activated at once and the Orca went surging forward, the G forces so strong that they sent Mei careening to one side on the table and Mercy dropped her staff to hold on to her chair’s handles with both hands. But soon the ship slowed to more manageable speeds and the doctor was fussing over her again, pressing and prodding her beneath the blanket and occasionally tapping things into her pad. “I’m sorry to cause such a fuss, Dr. Ziegler,” Mei said, even as the sounds of another argument started up from the room next door. “Junkrat and Roadhog are sick too, don’t forget to make sure they’re okay, please.” “It’s fine, I’ll be checking on them in just a moment. I can tell you’re fretting. Don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong, Mei…Well, other than cut communications when we still wanted to talk to you, but that was merely another little matter that just got a bit out of hand. It’s all merely a collection of things that got out of hand. I’ve already spoken to Winston about it, it is all being handled.” “I…noticed Winston isn’t here?” “Ah, no. Winston could unfortunately not attend. But I assure you he wanted to, and he was the first on the list until an emergency called him away. It’s nothing you’ve done, and you don’t need to worry. Now just try to relax, you might feel a pinching sensation…” “Okay,” Mei said a bit unhappily, not entirely sure she believed the good doctor. “You know, the junkers haven’t done anything wrong either. I know that during the call, things got a little- Owch!” “There’s that pinching sensation, dear.” “It’s like you said, Dr. Zeigler, it just got…a little out of hand. I wasn’t feeling myself. I’m more than happy to start my report right away! If you would just get me a tablet, I’m sure we’ll have a few hours where I can work and start to get everything cleared up.” “I would not be feeling myself either, with these levels of radiation sickness, weight loss, sun poisoning, and other afflictions..Not to mention fresh bullet wounds, and I understand you were mistakenly punched by one of our own? As much as I know you want to start getting organized, I must insist that the only thing you’re going to be doing right now is resting,” Mercy chided. “It’s amazing you’re doing as well as you are, considering your state. Now, take two of these-” She handed Mei two pills and a water, watching with a hawk-like gaze until she was sure Mei had taken them both. “-And try to concentrate on resting, if you must concentrate on anything.” “I’ll be fine. What about the others?” “If I believed that I could get either of the junkers to start taking their medicine and resting properly, I would do so. I have tried, believe me I have tried. The first time I tried to lock Junkrat into a private room with just a bed so he could begin recovery, he had apparently hidden a charge on his person and then blew the door controls…I think it might have been in his ear canal. I distinctly remember checking his mouth and nose and…other places… ” She coughed, abruptly turning her back and starting to fill a syringe with clear liquid. “That sounds like something he would do,” Mei admitted with a sigh, before shaking her head abruptly, “Wait, you mean you checked his-” “Most likely a technique he picked up in the various prisons he’s frequented,” Mercy said smoothly, sitting down next to her patient and motioning for her to look away before taking her arm and administering a careful injection. Mei winced and glanced away, waiting until the cool swab of cotton wiped over the spot. Mercy continued on, voice softening slightly. “I know you might think we are being hard on the junkers…your friends. But I have nothing against them and I assure you that I will do everything I can to make sure that both of them are as healthy and hale as I can. If we held a grudge against everyone who’s ever been imprisoned or on the wrong side of the law, I would have an awful lot of free time on my hands. But we still have protocol to follow, Mei, you know that.” “You don’t believe I really have Stockholm Syndrome, do you?” “I thought at first you might have been in trouble, I will admit. I was worried. We all were. We had no information about you, Junkrat, or Roadhog. You three had vanished off the face of the earth. Then you suddenly re-appeared from nowhere. There were signs of bondage on your wrists and you were clearly hurt and sick…” “I’m so sorry we worried you…” Mei couldn’t help but give a little half smile. “And don’t let Jamison hear the word bondage.” “Mei! Goodness, maybe you really have been spending too much time around the junkers.” “Sorry. But I tried to explain what happened, and then the moment I start talking about how they helped me, Winston suggested it was all just a trick of the mind? I just…That made me angry. I’m sorry, but I did, I got angry.” “It’s not so simply cut and dry as that. I believe that you faced unimaginable difficulties and bonded with the only two people around you that you could rely on. Such bonds can become very deep. We’ll have to wait on a full psychological profile after this, but…honestly, after the trauma you’ve faced, you becoming  close with Mr. Fawkes is near the very bottom of my list of concerns. And Winston was just-” She sighed a bit, patting Mei’s arm. “I don’t want to speak for him, but I hope you and he can clear things up with each other. He’s been frantic, searching for you these months, and I believe both of you were simply…shall we say, overwhelmed.” Mercy’s voice was getting further and further away as the medicine started to take hold, but Mei found herself agreeing with whatever it was she was saying. “I know, Doctor Ziegler…I just…This just isn’t how I thought things would go…according to plan…” she said, slurring a bit as she focused on the spinning ceiling. “Things rarely do,” the doctor’s voice replied distantly. She kept telling herself she was safe now. The rescue mission hadn’t exactly gone off without a hitch, but she was safe. Junkrat and Roadhog were safe. After everything they had gone through, it was over. They could head back to the base, start the long process of getting better, and maybe, just maybe, things could go smoothly from here? She gave a strange, reedy little laugh as she started to slip into unconsciousness, even causing the doctor to pause and check over her once more. Who was she kidding? Things never went smoothly for someone like her.

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[sleepywinchester]

Behind The Story S2 | Pt. 6

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: sleepywinchester [prev. deanwinchester-af]

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 1.6k+

Warnings: Fluff.

Disclaimer: NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL!

Title: Supernatural Live

A/N: Really hope you guys like. If so, please leave some feedback? xx

Masterpost

It was the second time you and Jensen have made the same sequence. The both of you would ran from one of the stores and hop quickly in the Impala, then Jensen would take off in a hurry. He parked the car back to the main mark.

“This time is just the take off, Jensen,” the director spoke through the walkie-talkie.

Jensen grabbed the device that laid in the middle of you. “Got it,” he said and placed the walkie-talkie back in the middle of the seat. “Can you pass me the gum?”

You hummed a ‘yes’ and grabbed the pack from the car’s compartment in front of you. Before giving one to him, you took one for yourself and grinned when Jensen clicked his tongue playfully. As you both waited for the director’s call to drive off, you glanced at the fans standing across the street. All quiet and observing their favorite show in the making.

“Do a dramatic exit,” you said with a half grin, and playful eyes, “Make em’ laugh.”

Jensen grinned as he took a photo of the fans. “A fishtail?”

“Yeah,” you nodded as excitement.

In that moment your mom replied to the text you sent her. “Gave JJ a bottle and she’s passed out in her crib. I love this kid. She doesn’t even make a sound, nothing like her mom when she was her age.” You chuckled as you kept reading out loud. Jensen also chuckled with your mother’s humorous words. “Awe, look at our baby girl,” you spoke in ‘awe’, showing your fiance the adorable photo of yours daughter sleeping.

“I miss her,” he said biting the inside of his lip. “Send me that photo, please?”

You caressed his knee gently, giving him a nod and forwarded the picture. Having to work more than fourteen hours a day with a baby at home was difficult for him as much as it was for you.

“Can’t believe they actually asked asked us that,” Jensen clenched his jaw, still staring at his daughter’s photo. “Is a baby.”

“I know,” you sighed glancing at the crew behind you. “I get why they asked though. It’s our baby, they thought since she already knows us. It would be easier than casting one.”

“Still pissed me off,” Jensen glanced at you, a hint of anger in his eyes. “She’s not part of our jobs.”

“She is not,” you touched his knee gently, “but we wouldn’t miss her as much as we already do.”

Jensen bit her lower lip and glanced away. “You’re saying you agree with it?”

“I’m saying we should think about it,” you told him. “I miss her, Jay and if I can spend more time with her…” You shrugged taking a breather, “I wouldn’t hate it.”

“Let’s talk about this when we’re home and not with too many people watching us.”

You sighed and nodded agreeing with him. Jensen was right and you agreed with him, this wasn’t a place for you two talk about the topic. This also wasn’t a place for your four old month daughter to be, neither was for another woman’s child. Your character was a couple months pregnant, just at the verge of giving birth and the company was looking for a baby. This morning they asked you and Jensen about the possibility of JJ being that baby and Jensen got extremely defensive.

“You love birds ready? The director spoke through the walkie-talkie.

“Yep,” Jensen replied and got ready for the scene.

The foolish fishtail move Jensen pulled with the Impala made you laugh loudly and also ease your mind of the previous conversation. Making some of the crew chuckle but the audience of fans laugh their asses off.

/ / /

After a couple solo shots with your fiance, Jared joined you guys at set. They quickly began to have a conversation about some new business they were starting on. Turning around your glance found a couple of the fan’s across the street. They began to wave when they acknowledge you were looking at them. You smiled big for them and waved back.

Today the shooting of a couple scenes were taking place downtown. It wasn’t a surprise when fans began to gather up across the street to watch you guys film. The shooting have been going for a couple of hours now and early you’ve noticed the fans haven’t had anything to eat. Without thinking it twice or asking if it was okay, you called a pizza joint and made a delivery to your location.

“Pizza is here,” Shay appeared with four tall pizza guys, each one carrying ten boxes.

“You’re gonna make their day,” Jensen said. He was proud of your kind gesture.

Shrugging with a sweet smile, you said, “My random act of kindness.”

Jensen instantly flashed a smile, “You’re such a doll.”

“I’m calling Cliff to get some drinks over here,” Jared spoke as he took out his phone.

You nodded agreeing to Jared’s idea and looked at the delivery guys, “Two of you can go with me,” you said pointing at the fans with your thumb and grabbing one of the boxes. “And two of you go with Jensen to give those to the crew.”

Across the street eyes instantly widen as you walked towards them. A couple of them quickly grabbed their phones and others grabbed notebooks and sharpies. You smiled big and waved with a hand as you took the last steps to be near them.

“Hey guys!” you spoke with joy, “I brought pizza!”

Without wasting anytime you and Shay began to give the pizza’s away to the fans. The way they all smiled warming your heart. They were the reason you were where you are, this was your way of giving back. After all the pizzas were given away, they were enough for you, Shay and the pizza deliveries to grab one as well.

“Bye pizza guys!” The fans shouted as they walked away. You laughed when the two guys turned and bowed to the fangirls before leaving.

“Hey, Y/N,” a woman spoke with a really nice and polite tone. “Would you mind signing this for my daughter?” She said looking to her left.

You followed the woman’s eyes and meet with the ones of little girl. A smile instantly appeared in your face. “Hey! Of course I would sign this for you, sweetheart.” You said as you knelt down to be on her eye level. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Amelia,” she spoke, her tone shy.

You grabbed the book and the sharpie and began to speak out loud as you wrote, “For Amelia. The prettiest and sweetest girl, I’ve met today. With love, Y/N Hobbs.”

The girl’s wide smile blind you with her adorableness. “Where’s Dean?”

“Is she a Dean girl?” You looked up to her mother and giggled when she nodded. Looking back to Amelia you said, “Dean is giving other people pizza’s.”

“Is he going to say hello?” she asked.

“I will make it happen,” you winked and stood up to sign more objects.

“Guys, I’m having pizza with Y/N!” The girl next to you spoke to her cell phone.

“Yes you are,’ you looked and winked at the camera. “What’s that app?”

“It’s snapchat,” the same girl replied. “Do you want to say something to my snapchat?”

You got closer to the girl for the video to be more of a selfie. “Hey-” you glanced at her, “what’s your name?”

“Lily,” she chuckled.

“Hey, Lily’s friends on snapchat!” You spoke looking at the camera. “I’m Y/N and we are from the set of supernatural having a blast! Aren’t we?”

“Yes!!” A couple of the fans cheered.

Lily began to chuckle nervously, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you winked at her.

“I have to ask because I’m really curious,” a guy spoke, “what’s the prank you pulled on Misha?”

“The one from my first day back?” you asked and everyone said yes. “Well, I’m going to tell you guys the prank, I pulled on Mish because I know you guys won’t kiss and tell.” You spoke and chuckled as the fans nodded and said they wouldn’t say anything. “Ah - Let’s not kid ourselves it will be posted online after I walk out.”

“We would never!” A woman spoke with a humorous sarcasm tone.

You laughed and winked at her, “Well. What I did to poor Mish was, I changed all his contacts phone, even the important ones, like his agent and wive’s.” You chuckled and shrugged, “Jensen, Jared and I, were with him when he kept trying to call his agent. Instead the call getting to his agent, it got to a adult store.” By that point everyone surrounding you, already bursted in laughter. “It was so funny ‘cause he just kept yelling frustated, ‘Why is my call getting to adult store in the middle of Minnesota?!’.”

“When did he noticed it was you?” The same girl who is recording you asked.

“By the time he yelled that, I couldn’t keep my poker face and cracked up,” you let out a chuckle accompanied by a guilty shrug of shoulders. A whistle captured your instant attention, making you turn to see Jensen and Jared crossing the street.

“Hey guys!” Jared spoke with a smile in his face. “I brought some drinks. Hope we’re not too late.” He said as he handled water bottles to the fans.

“Lily?” you spoke searching for the girl until her head popped from the crowd. “Look who came to see you!”

“Dean!” she instantly cheesed and extended her arms towards Jensen.

Jensen smiled big and hold her quickly, “Hey! How are you?”

“Good,” she said looking at Jensen in the most adorable way.

After a quick photo with the little girl, Jensen returned Lily to her mother’s arms. Jensen and Jared took a couple of photos with the fans. Jared talking with everyone as Jensen stood by your side and exchanged words.

“Y’all ate the pizza?” Jensen asked. He put his shoulder around you as he glanced at the fans and listened to their responses. “Yeah. She’s the best,” he looked down at your eyes for a moment before turning back to the fans. “I didn’t had any actually.”

“He and Jared are in those weird juice cleanse they do,” you spoke placing your hand on Jensen’s hip. You listened to the people in front of you speak.

“It’s not weird!” Jared complained a couple steps away.

You leaned forward to peek and watch him take a selfie with a fan ,”It is!” Turning back to look at the fans you chuckled. “I don’t know why Jared joins the juice cleanse in the first place, ‘cause after a day, all he want to do is schew things.”

“What about you? Have you ever tried?”

“I did or more like I tried,” you chuckled, leaning your head on Jensen’s shoulder.

“She drank two bottles and by the end of the night she was having a burrito.” Jensen added.

“Let’s just say, I don’t do juice cleanses.”

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BTS DRABBLE

Anon Request: Dad!Bangtan spend time with your kids on their own. 

Tags: Bangtan, BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, BTS Drablle, Anon request, Anon ask, Beyond the Scene, Dad!Bangtan, Dad AU, Husband AU, Kim Seokjin x you, Min Yoongi x you, Jung Hoseok x you, Kim Namjoon x you, Park Jimin x you, Kim Taehyung x you, Jeon Jungkook x you, Fluff

Genre: Fluff

Title: A Day with Dad

KIM SEOKJIN

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” 

Jin glanced over at his older daughter, who was slouched low in the chair beside him, mindlessly scrolling through her phone in a bored manner, her teenage tone filled with annoyance and angst. 

“Because.” Jin replied, checking his watch quickly to make sure they were still on schedule, before he moved his gaze to the still closed dressing room before them, where he could hear Mishil fumbling around inside as she tried on clothes. “Your mother had to work today, and I figured this would be a good opportunity for some bonding time with your old dad. So I volunteered to take you school shopping.” 

Hyo sighed heavily from beside him, but didn’t respond, and at that moment, the door to the dressing room swung open, and Mishil stepped out shyly, as she held her arms out at her sides and spun around in front of Jin. “Does it look good, dad?” 

“I love it, Mish.” Jin responded, a large grin revealing white teeth against his darkly tanned skin as he regarded his younger daughter with a sage eye. “That dress will be great for school!” 

“Okay!” Mishil happily skipped back into the dressing room, closing the door behind her. 

“Hurry up, Mish, okay? We still have to go to the shoe store.” Jin called out as she disappeared from view, settling back into his chair beside his older daughter once again, who was still busy looking at the screen of her phone. 

“Hyo.” He said, letting sternness leak into his tone, and she looked up at him, clearly annoyed, as he held out his hand expectantly toward her. “Give me the phone please.” 

With a sigh that spoke of teenage oppression, Hyo slapped her phone into her father’s outstretched palm, choosing this opportunity to complain once again as Mishil emerged from the dressing room, chosen clothing items hung over her arm, “I seriously don’t understand why you had to take us school shopping. Mom knows what we like.” 

“And I don’t?” Jin asked his older daughter with amusement in his voice, as he stood from the chair and took the clothing from Mishil, headed toward the register, as Hyo trailed behind them, dragging her feet reluctantly. “Ill have you know, Hyo,” He continued, as he smiled at the cashier as she rang up their purchases, “Your uncles and I have been voted the ‘most fashionable boy band” for several years in a row now. My title is uncontested.” 

Jin could practically hear Hyo roll her eyes from behind him at his words, and he hid a smile from her view, knowing he’d only make the prepubescent teenager angrier if she knew he found her disdain amusing, in ways only a father could. 

Taking the bags from the cashier’s outstretched hands, Jin thanked her and they all exited the store, headed down the sweeping stretch of the indoor mall toward the shoe store.  

“Fine, dad. Let’s play a game.” Hyo finally spoke again, as they entered the large store, racks and shelves displaying hundreds and hundreds of shoes. “If you can pick out a pair of shoes for both Mishil and I, in this store, without any input or hints, that we actually like, then I will tell you, to your face, that it was a good idea for you to bring us school shopping.” 

Jin paused, turning to watch as Hyo sat down on a nearby bench, her arms folded over her chest, a slight glare on her face, and he once again hid a smile as he asked, “No take backs? That’s the deal?” 

“Yup.” Hyo popped the ‘p’ past her lips like she was chewing bubblegum and had just blew a bubble, her gaze bored as she began to inspect her brightly painted nails on one hand. 

“You’re on, princess.” Jin said, pointing at her, before he gave an overly excited Mishil a high five. “Come on, Mish. I’ll do you first.” 

Leaving Hyo to her teenage devices, Jin trailed through the dozens of aisles of shoes, his keen eyes roaming over each and every pair, before he let out a sound of success, holding up a brightly colored, light up sneaker, complete with multicolored laces woven through the closures. 

“Aha. Here you go, Mishil. Perfect choice.” Jin showed the shoe to his younger daughter, whose eyes lit up with excitement at his pick, as she took the sneaker into her palms and began to jump up and down, grinning from ear to ear. 

“You did it, daddy! You picked the one I would have picked!” Mishil squealed, as Jin reached down to pull out the shoes in her correct size. 

“I know I did.” He said triumphantly, as he handed the box back to her and pushed her in the direction of her sitting sister. “Now go sit. Hyo’s a little harder than you, so I might be a minute.” He winked at his younger daughter, who flashed him a grin and a nod and went to sit beside her sister. 

Humming to himself, Jin resumed his perusal of the shoe aisles, until something caught his eye toward the back of the store, and confident in his find, he plucked the shoebox in Hyo’s size from the shelf and returned to where his daughter’s were sitting, Mishil happily trying on her new sneakers and chatting away, as Hyo rolled her eyes at her sister’s antics. 

“All right. Here you go, Hyo.” Jin plopped the box down in front of his daughter, and she eyed him suspiciously, leaning forward to open the box to see the shoes he had picked. 

She didn’t have to say anything for him to know that he had won. 

The way her eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, at the sight of the black and white checkered pair of converse, complete with hot pink laces, nestled in the bottom of the box, was enough confirmation for Jin to know that he had succeeded. 

Slamming the lid back on the shoes, Hyo tried to cover for herself, a she painted a neutral expression on her face, saying beneath her breath to her father, “All right. I guess school shopping with you isn’t so bad.” 

“That’s what I like to hear!” Jin exclaimed, as he pumped his fist in the air, much to the amusement of Mishil and the embarrassment of Hyo, before he asked happily, “All right. Now who wants ice cream?” 

MIN YOONGI

“And you’re sure you guys are doing okay?” 

Your voice was tinny through the speaker of Yoongi’s phone, as he held it to his ear with his shoulder, needing his hands free to type on his keyboard, as he worked on yet another project in The Genius Lab. 

He chuckled at your repeated question and obvious worry, and glanced over his shoulder at the baby sleeping peacefully in her pack and play in the corner of the darkened studio. “I’m sure, Jagi. Honestly, Jag-Eun is still down for her nap, and she’s been an angel so far. We’re totally fine. Don’t worry so much.” 

“Okay, Okay.” You sighed out, and then there was a pause, before you said, “You know I trust you, right Yoongs? It’s just that this is the first time I’ve been back to work since she was born and you know I get a little crazy sometimes.” 

Yoongi chuckled again, warmly, at your words, and he spun around in his desk chair, glancing once again at the dark hair covered head of his daughter, barely peeking out from her bundle of blankets, as he said softly, “I know, jagi. It’s all good. You’re just the right amount of crazy.” 

You laughed, the sound loud through the phone, and then sighed again, before saying, “Okay, I have to go to my meeting. But call me if you two need anything alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Yoongi waved you off, noting that Jag-Eun was beginning to stir from her sound sleep. “See you tonight, jagi.” 

“Bye, Yoongs.” 

Setting down his phone, Yoongi pushed himself up from his chair with a slight grunt, his legs slightly numb from sitting still for several hours, and crossed the room to the pack and play, crouching down beside it as he reached in to brush the covers back from his daughter’s face. 

He was met with a pair of dark, wide eyes looking back at him, and a tiny fist stuck contentedly in her mouth, and he couldn’t help the laugh that rumbled through his chest, as he said softly, his finger running down one of her soft cheeks, “Hey, baby girl. Did you have a good nap?” 

Reaching into the pack and play, he carefully collected Jag-Eun into his large hands, and cradling her against his chest, he retreated to the comfort of the futon, settling back into the cushions, as he laid his daughter across his thighs, unwrapping one of the many blankets around her, as she watched him with large, expressionless eyes. 

“Mommy worries too much sometimes, baby girl. I really don’t think the studio is that cold.” Yoongi said to the listening baby, amusement lacing his words as he tossed aside a few of the blankets. “You look like you’re ready for the next ice age.” 

“There. Better?” He asked, giving the baby one of his fingers, as her tiny fist curled around the offered digit, eyes blinking slowly, as her face scrunched slightly as she yawned widely, revealing the flash of pink gums. 

A knock at the door interrupted the quiet, and Yoongi called out for whoever it was to enter, his eyes never leaving the form of his daughter resting on his lap. 

“Yoongi-hyung, can I borrow your recording equipment?” Hobi asked, coming into the studio, a grin lighting up his features as he caught sight of Jag-Eun laying on Yoongi’s lap. “Oh, I forgot you have the little princess here today! How’s (Y/N)’s first day back at work going?” The younger man plopped himself carefully down beside Yoongi on the couch, reaching out to run some fingers across the baby’s fuzzy head gently. 

“I think it’s good. She keeps calling and texting to make sure we’re all right though.” Yoongi replied, flashing a smile down at his daughter, whose lips curled slightly upward in response to the expression on her father’s face. She was so close to smiling, and Yoongi wanted to be there when she did. 

“Your mommy’s kind of a worrier.” Hobi laughed, talking to the baby, as he pinched one of her cheeks lightly between his fingers, her face crinkling upward in response to the stimulus. 

“That’s what I told her.” Yoongi grunted, albeit his voice held amusement, as he motioned toward the discarded pile of blankets. “(Y/N) sent her here with enough blankets to warm an army.” 

Hobi laughed again. “Really? I don’t think it’s that cold in here!” 

“That’s also what I said.” Yoongi grumbled, before leaning over to press a kiss to his daughter’s warm, flushed cheek, shaking his head in exasperated amusement. “Between you and me, baby girl, I think mommy loves us both so much, that she doesn’t know how else to show it, so she just gives us blankets and jackets.” 

Hobi followed Yoongi’s gaze to the corner of the studio, where a coat rack held dozens of unused jackets, and then back to the rumpled pile of blankets, and he laughed, Yoongi joining in, the baby watching them with slightly startled, wide eyes. 

“But also between you and me, baby girl, it’s not a bad thing to be loved so much. Not a bad thing at all.” 

JUNG HOSEOK

“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” 

Hobi glanced up from where he was pushing Korain on the swing, the twin giggling as he tried to grab and eat his feet on every forward pass, to where his other son stood on the peak of the playground equipment, waving to them from the top of the long, curly slide. 

“Kyong! How’d you get all the way up there?” Hobi called out to the other twin, still pushing Korain in a repetitive motion. “You must be a mountain climber!” 

“Stop, daddy! I want to go on the slide with Ky!” Korain protested, losing interest in the swing as he caught sight of his brother. 

“Okay, okay.” Hobi pulled the swing to a stop, hoisting Korain down and onto his feet, as he patted his bum in the direction of the playground equipment. “Go on then.” 

Hobi watched Korain run off to climb up the ladder to his still waiting brother, letting out a slight sigh, as he reached up to adjust the backwards baseball cap sitting on his head, before digging in the pocket of his pants for his phone. 

There was one unread message from you and he pulled it up, a slight smile crossing his lips at your obviously rushed words. 

You: Hey, baby! I’m late for a meeting, but just wanted to tell my three favorite boys that I love them! See you all tonight. <3

“Daddy! Look, we went down at the same time!” 

Hobi stuffed his phone back into his pocket and looked up at his son’s words, as Kyong and Korain appeared at the end of the yellow slide, laughing and elbowing each other as they struggled to get off together. 

“Wow. That’s super tricky, guys.” Hobi said, a smile in his voice, as he crossed the playground to help them down from the slide. “Are you guys superheros or something?” He tickled them both slightly, and they giggled again, dodging around his hands to run back to the ladder for the slide again. 

“Come on, Ko!” Kyong called down to his brother, who was already hot on his heels. “Let’s go down again!” 

Hobi watched them climb the ladder and disappear into the opening of the slide again, their shouts of glee echoing down the slide as they readied themselves to go down again, making him smile as he listened to their happiness. 

“They’re adorable.” A woman’s voice made Hobi glance to his right, as another mother arrived at the park, putting on her squirming daughter’s coat as she addressed him, the boys arriving once again, at the bottom of the slide. 

“Thanks.” Hobi replied, offered her a bright grin, as she straightened with a sigh, finally released her impatient daughter onto the playground. 

“I don’t know how you do it. I’m exhausted just with one.” The woman smiled, as she watched her daughter climb up after the boys toward the slide. 

“Ah.” Hobi waved his hand at her in a casual manner as he watched the boys carefully, making sure they weren’t pushing or shoving each other on the ladder. “You get used to it. It was definitely an adjustment at first though.” He laughed, briefly remembering when the two of you had found out you’d be having twins, and how surprised you both were. 

“Well, enjoy your day.” The woman gave him a little wave and retreated to one of the benches underneath the shade of a tree outside the ring of the park. 

“Daddy, daddy!” Korain emerged from the slide once again, excitedly running over to his father, Kyong emerging shortly after and following on his heels as they both came to a stop in front of Hobi, reaching for his hands. “Come down the slide with us!” 

“Ah! Do you think I’ll fit?” Hobi teased, as they dragged him toward the ladder that led to the tall slide. 

“We’re superheros, remember?” Kyong spoke up, pushing him up the ladder in front of them. “We can MAKE you fit.” 

Hobi laughed, reaching the platform of the slide, and waiting for the boys to join him, he motioned to the slide, as he said, “You guys go first. So I know it’s not scary.” 

“It’s not scary, daddy.” Korain said seriously, as he planted himself at the top of the slide, glancing over his shoulder as he said, “See?” and then he disappeared down the tube. 

“Yeah, and we’ll catch you at the bottom, daddy.” Kyong was next, sitting down in the mouth of the slide, confident in his and his brother’s ability to catch their father at the end of the ride. 

He disappeared down the slide, and Hobi took his place, long legs stretched out into the darkness before him, as he called down to the unseen twins, “Okay! I’m coming! You guys ready to catch me?” 

“We’re ready!” Their voices chorused up from below, and Hobi grinned to himself, as he pushed himself off and down the slide, bending his legs so that they wouldn’t jam into the walls of the obviously child sized attraction. 

Reaching the end, he slid off the end of the slide into the twin’s outstretched arms, holding himself up by his arms so as not to crush them, as they all tumbled to the ground in a pile of limbs and legs, the twins laughing wildly. 

“Hey, you guys said you’d catch me!” Hobi scolded teasingly, as he tickled the still downed twins’ sides. 

“Again, again!” Korain squealed, heaving himself to his feet, Kyong right behind him, leaving their father no time to catch his breath, before he two, was following them back up to the top of the slide, to once again, go again. 

KIM NAMJOON

Moon-soo held tightly to Namjoon’s fingers, slightly unsure, as he stood at the very edge of the ocean, the incoming surf barely washing over the tops of his feet, as he watched the waves with uncertainty, but also with curiosity. 

“The ocean’s cool, huh, Moonie?” Namjoon asked his son, crouching down beside him, the boy’s small hand still resting against his large palm for reassurance. 

“Uh huh.” Moon-soo, still distracted by the waves and the feeling of shifting sand beneath his feet, didn’t look up at his father as he answered. “Why does it go in and out?” He asked, making a wave motion with his free hand. 

“Well, it’s science.” Namjoon said, trying to think of a way to explain the tide to a three year old. “The moon, that we see in the sky at night, yeah?” He bit his lip, watching as Moon-soo continued to stare at the surf as if mesmerized, although he nodded to let his father know he was listening, so Namjoon continued. “Well, the moon pulls at the earth, and that’s what makes the waves.” 

“Oh.” Moon-soo replied simply, before he finally glanced at his father and asked, “What lives in there?” 

“Oh, lots of things.” Namjoon said, settling down to a cross legged position on the wet sand, as the waves once again returned, washing up against his thighs and and calves. Moon-soo hesitated, watching his father sit bravely in the water, and then he carefully lowered himself down beside Namjoon, as he explained, “There’s fish and seals and plants and jelly fish and crabs. Look.” 

Namjoon dug into the sand beneath the waves and pulled out a small seashell, pressing it into his son’s hand, as he looked down at it with bright wonder lit in his dark eyes, causing Namjoon to smile slightly at his awe. “That’s a shell. Something used to live in it, but it’s empty now.” 

“It’s pretty.” Moon-soo turned the shell over and over in his small fingers, before he looked up at his father, his eyes lighting up, as he said excitedly, “I’m going to bring it back to show Mommy and baby Hana!” 

“I think that’s a great idea, Moonie.” Namjoon replied, as he watched his son tuck the shell carefully into the pocket of his swim shorts. “Mommy and baby Hana will really like that.” 

There was silence for a moment, as they sat there, the sound of seagulls loud against the soft sound of the waves washing in and out across the sandy beach, and then Moon-soo sighed, his own fingers digging into the sand, as he asked, “Why couldn’t mommy come with us? She always comes with us to the beach.” 

“Well, Moonie.” Namjoon found another shell, handing it to Moon-soo for his collection, as he pondered the best thing to say in the situation. 

Moon-soo had always been bright for his age, you had always said he was smart, just like Namjoon, which wasn’t a bad thing, but it definitely made him more aware of when someone, usually his parents, were trying to bullshit him. It was just easier to tell him the truth about things. 

“Remember how mommy and daddy had to go to the hospital to have baby Hana?” At his son’s nod, Namjoon pressed forward, digging around in the sand beside him absentmindedly for more treasures as he spoke. “Well, having baby Hana was really hard on mommy’s body. And so she needs to stay home to rest a lot until she feels better.” He reached out, rustling his son’s hair affectionately. “But that just means you and I get to spend some time together until Baby Hana and Mommy can come with us again, okay?” 

“Okay.” Moon-soo seemed to accept his father’s explanation. 

After another few moments of silence, Namjoon’s fingers closed around something, buried in the sand, and he said, his voice slightly excited as he turned to his son, “Moonie. Look at this.” 

Moon-soo leaned toward him, face expectant, and Namjoon held out his hand, uncurling his fingers carefully to reveal a tiny hermit crab nestled in his large palm. As father and son watched, the crab came out of its shell-delicately swirled with pink and ivory-and waved its eye stalks, as spindly legs moved across Namjoon’s skin. 

“Wow.” Moon-soo said, reaching out to put a delicate finger on the crab’s shell, as it ducked back inside to evade his touch. “Can we take that to show mommy?”

“This guy has to stay here.” Namjoon explained, as he carefully lowered the crab back to its home in the wet sand. “This is his home. But we can definitely find some more shells to take home to mommy.” 

“Okay.” Moon-soo said happily, as they both began to sift through the sand once again, looking for only the prettiest of shells to bring home to you. 

PARK JIMIN

“Yunnie, Yunnie, Yunnie.” 

Jimin paused in his coloring, crayon clenched between his fingers, to glance over at his daughter, happily scribbling on her own side of the paper, as she hummed her newly learned name over and over under her breath. 

Her dark hair, pulled up into messy pigtails, fell over her forehead and into her eyes, as her tiny pink lips, so much like his own, were pursed in toddleresque concentration, purple crayon held awkwardly between small fingers, as she scrawled nonsense pictures across the paper. 

“Yun Hee, that’s right, that’s your name, baby girl.” Jimin said as she continued to repeat her name in almost song like form, her two year old voice varying in pitch, as she looked up at his words with bright eyes, a grin stretching to reveal tiny, white teeth. 

“What’s my name, Yun Hee?” Taehyung, his forehead damp with sweat, hair slicked back from the heavy dance practice he had just completed, slid down onto the practice room floor beside Jimin, leaning his back against the wall, as he took a long swig from his water bottle, waiting for the girl’s reply. 

Yun Hee, glancing up from her coloring to stare at her uncle, her gaze flickering between him and her father, who lay across from her on his stomach on the floor, thought for a moment, before she exclaimed brightly, and without hesitation, “Un-Tae!” 

“Uncle Tae! That’s right, baby.” Jimin said proudly, reaching out to tug at one of her full cheeks, causing her to giggle at the action. 

“Damn, I miss when my kid was that age.” Taehyung commented, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. 

“Oh yeah?” Jimin glanced up from the coloring he had resumed, Yun Hee once again singing her name to herself, as she doodled happily across from him. “You thinking about having another one, Tae?” 

“Yeah, right.” Taehyung snorted, rolling his eyes at his brother. “As if. My wife would kill me.” 

Jimin grinned, thinking of you, and how done you were with this pregnancy, and as he turned back to the picture, he said with amusement, “I think (Y/N)’s actually going to kill me for making her do this again. She’s thrown up everyday since we found out.” 

“Yikes.” Taehyung grimaced, his gaze moving once again to Yun Hee, a boxy grin taking over his features as he watched her, lost in her own toddler world. “However, you should tell her that we all appreciate her being willing to bring another Jimin kid into the world. Because Park kids, as we can see, “ He motioned to Yun Hee, “are cute as hell.” 

“They are indeed.” Jimin mused, his gaze also falling to his daughter, a fond smile lighting up his face as he watched her, brow furrowed in concentration, looking so much like you when you were focused on something. “Actually, Tae.” He continued, his voice thoughtful as he pulled his cellphone out of his back pocket, flashing Taehyung a dangerous grin, as he pressed your contact. “You should tell (Y/N) that. I think she’ll really appreciate it.” 

“Jimin.” Taehyung’s face dropped with worry, as he saw your name come up on Jimin’s screen, ringing echoing loudly over the speakers in the empty room. “You told me yourself she’s not in a good mood. I don’t want to die today.” 

“Hello?” 

Your voice came over the speaker, and Taehyung swiped his hands across his neck, trying to tell Jimin to abort, although he blatantly ignored his friend’s actions, as he said cheerfully, “Hey, baby! Just calling to check on you! How’re you feeling?” 

Jimin shot a look at his brother, as your groan could be heard through the phone, and then you whined in annoyance, “Jiminie, I swear, I have puked up everything I’ve ever eaten in my life today. There’s nothing left. I’m going to die and this baby, courtesy of you, will be responsible.” 

“Hey, baby.” Jimin said, after you had finished your rant, raising his brow at a now very obviously panicked Taehyung. “Tae is here with me. He has something he wants to tell you.” 

“Mommy?” Yun Hee, having left her coloring, settled into Jimin’s lap, pointing toward the phone and your voice, her face questioning. 

“Yeah, baby girl, it’s mommy! Say hi to mommy, Yun Hee!” Jimin said, holding the phone down for an instance so your daughter could hear you. 

“Hi, princess!” Your voice called through the phone, followed by the sound of kisses pressed to the receiver. “Be good for daddy, okay?” There was a pause, and then, “Tae, you wanted to tell me something?” 

Yun Hee, no longer interested, toddled back over to her picture, and Taehyung reluctantly took the phone from Jimin’s hand, as he glared at the older brother, before saying hesitantly, “Hey, (Y/N). Sorry about the puking. That sounds shitty.” 

“It is.” 

Taehyung swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing, as he shot a grinning Jimin a pleading look, before sighing, and saying in defeat, “I just wanted to tell you thank you for your service. Yun Hee is the cutest, and I’m glad you’re willing to suffer to bring another Park baby into the world.” 

There was silence, and then your voice, deadly serious, came through the phone. “Taehyung. I appreciate the fact that you think my kids are pretty. But next time I see you, I’m going to barf directly on those expensive Gucci slippers you love so much.” 

“Okay, gotta go, bye (Y/N)!” Taehyung threw the phone back at Jimin and scrambled to his feet, hurrying from the room as Jimin laughed at his reaction, your own chuckles joining his after a brief moment, as Yun Hee colored on happily in the background. 

KIM TAEHYUNG

Taehyung took another bite of his mall pretzel, and washing it down with a swig of his smoothie, he glanced again over at his daughter, who wasn’t her normal self, as she quietly moved her food around her plate. 

“Ara.” Taehyung said with a sigh, setting down his drink, as his daughter met his eyes reluctantly. “What’s going on? You usually love our weekly dates.” 

“I know, dad, it’s not that.” Ara sighed heavily, shifting uncomfortably in her chair, the bags of new clothes and shoes rustling at her feet, courtesy of said shopping trip and weekly date with her father. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” 

Taehyung knew that he should keep prodding her, that he shouldn’t let this go, but also, another part of him didn’t want to pry. He wanted his daughter to trust him, to confide in him, but what if she did and he was completely out of his depth? What if she needed to ask about periods or something else that you would handle far better than he could? 

Another sigh from across the table, churro still untouched in front of her, and Taehyung decided he needed to ask again. 

“Ara. What’s going on? Did something happen at school?” His tone, serious, turned lighter, as he motioned to her uneated dessert. “Come on, sweetheart. You usually love churros.” 

“It’s just.” Ara started, and then hesitated, her dark eyes, so much like Taehyung’s, swirling with conflict, her young face reflecting the indecision she felt in the moment. “There’s this boy.” She said finally, with another sigh, not looking her father in the eye. 

“Oh.” Was all Taehyung said, although his insides had clenched a little at her answer. He was happy she was opening up to him, but boys? She was in middle school. He hadn’t been prepared to be having this discussion this early, and deep down, honestly, he hadn’t ever wanted to have this discussion, because that would mean his little girl was growing up. “What about this boy?” 

“He’s just in my homeroom at school.” Ara continued, as she finally took a small bite of her churro, glancing around the mall self consciously as she did so, as if said boy would suddenly appear. “His name is Woonho.” 

“Okay, Woonho.” Taehyung repeated, trying to be casual, as he took another drink from his smoothie. 

“Anyway, I like him, but so does Tessa.” Ara explained, tangling and untangling her fingers together nervously, in a habit she had picked up from you. She was a spitting image of her father, but she had always taken after you in mannerisms. 

“And you can’t both like him?” Taehyung asked, feeling out of his depth, as Ara shot him a horrified look following his innocent question. 

“No, dad!” She said, annoyance clear in her tone, as she rubbed her worn sneakers together in irritation under the cafe table. “We can’t both like him. Because the midyear dance is coming up, and he can only ask one of us.” 

“Ah.” Taehyung leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of his chin, suddenly realizing what the problem was. “So there’s a dance, and you want him to ask you, but you think he’ll ask Tessa?” 

“I don’t know.” Ara exclaimed in exasperation, throwing out her hands, as she slumped lower in her chair. “Although he’ll probably ask Tessa.” She grumbled out, brows lowering into a frown. 

“Okay, look.” Taehyung leaned forward once again in his seat, eyes on his daughter, as he offered her a gentle smile, her gaze finally meeting his. “Ara, I’m going to give you a piece of advice that someone gave me when I was interested in your mom, okay?” 

She nodded, and he continued. “You can never assume anything. You don’t know if someone likes you if you don’t ask them. Humans aren’t mind readers, we weren’t made to be. So, if you’re interested in someone, the best thing to do is simply ask they if they’re interested in you back.” 

Her brow furrowed in thought, and then she asked, slight disbelief in her voice, “So you’re telling me, you just walked up and asked mom straight out if she liked you?” 

“Yup.” Taehyung replied simply, sucking his straw back into his mouth as he took another swig of smoothie, his eyes still on his daughter’s befuddled face. 

“No way.” She said, still not believing him. 

“Yes way.” Taehyung pointed at her, his voice confident, as he stated, “I asked your mom point blank if she liked me, and here we are, years later, married, with the greatest kid in the world.” 

The corners of Ara’s mouth lifted slightly at her father’s words, and then she asked hesitantly, “So I should just ask Woonho who he likes? Me or Tessa?” 

At her father’s nod, something in her face steeled, and she said, her voice much lighter now than before, “Okay. I’ll talk to him on Monday.” 

“That’s my girl.” Taehyung said proudly, as he stood from the table, gathering their shopping bags. “Now. Let’s go and find you a dress for this dance.” 

JEON JUNGKOOK

“Daeseok, look buddy! Do you see the elephant? Do you see it?” Jungkook asked excitedly, holding his infant son higher in his arms, so that the baby could see the large gray animal in the enclosure before them. 

It was a Saturday, and you had had to work unexpectedly, but Jungkook had jumped at the chance to spend time with his son on his own, ignoring your protestations that the zoo was still a little old for Daeseok, and so here they were, father and son, happily watching the elephants with bright eyes. 

“Look at his trunk, son. Look how he eats the hay.” Jungkook said, his eyes never leaving the elephants, easily just as enamored as the baby in his arms at the sight. 

When he finally pulled himself away from the elephant enclosure, Jungkook shifted the baby’s weight in his arms, adjusting the tiny beanie that covered his son’s head, as the spring air was still a bit nippy, and asked, “What should we see next, Daeseok? The small animals?” 

Carrying the baby easily to the next building along the walkway of the large zoo, Jungkook pushed through the doors, the warmth washing around father and son, as they entered the building that held all the smaller animals in the zoo. 

Walking to the first glass encapsulated display, Jungkook gently tapped his finger against the glass, looking down at the baby in his arms, whose bright eyes were staring up at his father, as he smiled and said gently, “Look, look at the monkeys! See how they swing from the trees?” 

They stood there for another moment, the baby staring at his father, Jungkook staring at the monkeys, and then they moved on, the next display holding a number of squawking and fluttering brightly colored parrots, as they fought over places on branches. 

Jungkook looked down at his son, the noise and screeches of the birds finally having drawn Daeseok’s attention away from his father, and he watched, with wide, glassy eyes, as one of the parrots flew in front of the glass, delayed baby gaze following the bright splash of colors as it passed them by. 

Next, Jungkook crouched down in front of a low wall, the other side of the barrier made to look like a segment of forest, and as they watched, the pink, twitch nose of a bunny came into view, followed by the small animal’s fluffy body as it came out of its hiding space and into clear view, resting on its back legs as it studied Jungkook and the baby with brown orbs. 

“That’s a bunny, son. Mommy says that’s what daddy looks like.” Jungkook said, slight exasperation in his tone, as he watched the quivering whiskers of the rabbit, head cocked. “I don’t see it though.” He said stubbornly, as he stood, knees creaking as he straightened. “I think I’m more of a lion, myself.” 

They continued on, through the rest of the small animal building, Jungkook pointing out snakes and alligators and meerkats, to the enamored baby in his arms, nestled in the crook of his father’s elbow, as he watched his father’s face with unwavering gaze. 

“What’s next?” Jungkook asked, manuevering around with his free arm in the backpack, as he pulled out the wrinkled map of the large zoo. “The big cats? Yeah?” He bounced the baby slightly in his arms, long strides headed toward the corner of the zoo that held the lions and tigers and jaguars. 

When they reached the section, Daeseok had begun to fuss in Jungkook’s arms, and looking down at the face of the baby, features screwed up in obvious distress, Jungkook said, snapping his fingers in realization, “You’re hungry, huh, buddy? Let’s find a place to sit for awhile.” 

Finding a bench to the side of the tiger exhibit, Jungkook dug around in the bag until he found the bottle you had packed, and satisfied that the breastmilk you had pumped before they left was still warm enough, he popped off the lid and stuck the nipple into Daeseok’s searching mouth. 

The baby fussed for a moment longer, struggling to latch to the nipple, and then he quieted, as he began to suck down the milk contentedly between small, pink lips. 

“There you go, buddy.” Jungkook said quietly, settling back into the hard bench, as he ran  finger down the baby’s soft cheek. “You prefer the actual thing though, don’t you?” He chuckled, referencing Daeseok’s obvious preference of breast over bottle, saying jokingly to his son, “I don’t blame you, son. Not one bit.” 

As the baby suckled happily in his arms, Jungkook let his gaze drift over to the majestic form of the tiger, stalking along the glass of its enclosure, its black stripes stark against its orange fur, mouth open to reveal long, white fangs, as it watched the zoo goers with predatory, yellow eyes. 

“Bunny, my ass.” Jungkook grumbled beneath his breath in slight irritation, as he shifted on the hard bench, looking down at his contentedly eating son in his arms. 

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