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#cause there's no way he's sleeping on one of those weird bacon chairs- wait did Ford pick those out
Headcanon:
Whispering Rock clearly has a sleeping arrangement problem, with 21 kids and only 18 bunks in the kids cabins area (maybe they were never expecting to have so many campers at once). But kids are springy and it is summer camp after all, so the extra kids sleep in sleeping bags on the floor.
But there is also no apparent place for the counselors to sleep. So headcanon is that there’s a basement in the lodge set up kinda like a military barracks- guess who designed that? Actually, Morry usually sleeps in his treehouse, partially for child supervision and partially because he snores and talks loudly in his sleep, and it was politely(ish) suggested that maybe he’d like the fresh air better. Ford sleeps in his sanctuary where his brain can function. That leaves Sasha and Milla in the lodge basement as basically a shared dorm (which is not at all a source of gossip for folks back at headquarters). 
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nanoland · 3 years
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drowstiel fic in progress
title: Clean Hands
fandom: Supernatural
pairings: Crowley/Castiel, Crowley/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester
blurb: In which Crowley is no one's first choice and he's totally fine with that! :) Really! :) :) :)
warnings: smut, cannibalism, demons getting themselves Extremely murdered
Trumpets sounded. Mortar cracked. The ceiling collapsed, squashing half of Crowley’s court, and holy, horrifying light flooded into every corner.
“We are going,” Castiel growled, storming up to the throne and grabbing him by the scruff, “for a drink.”
Crowley’s tail twitched, wordlessly instructing his bodyguards to stand down. “Um. Fine?”
“Now.”
“Alright, alright. Where?”
“I don’t care.”
So Crowley teleported them to a cosy little nook in Finland, highly ranked among his personal favourites and unknown to any colleagues or enemies. It had a roaring fireplace, generously padded chairs, thick faux fur rugs, and a table by a window through which one could watch snow gently blanketing the city of Rovaniemi.
They ordered Koskenkorva and cider and Salmari and beer – or rather, Crowley did, while Castiel stared broodingly into the fire – and competed to see who could get totally hammered first.  
Castiel won. Castiel always won.
“Coke?” Crowley offered.
Scowling, the angel mumbled, “No. Nnn-o. Dean drinks Coke. Dean bought me a Coke once. Said I should try it. He always wants me to try things. Bacon and Star Wars and cowboy paraphernalia. Human things. Never wants to recipra… recipe… recital… never wants to try my things. Angel things. One-way street. Always.”
“Mmm. I can understand how that might feel invalidating, kitten. However, I was in fact offering you cocaine. Top-quality stuff, of course. Or weed?”
“Oh. Uhh – no. Thank you. Can I sit in your lap?”
With a put-upon sigh, Crowley settled back into his chair.
A woman seated across the room tutted disapprovingly as Castiel clambered onto him, twisting this way and that until he’d made himself comfortable with his legs dangling over the arm rest and his tousled head heavy on Crowley’s shoulder.
Looking her way with a pleasant, if carnivorous smile, Crowley said, “Your husband’s name is Verner. Your sister’s name is Aurelia. They’re currently having sex in your kitchen. Her bare, perky arse is resting on your oven mittens – the nice ones with the canary pattern. If you leave right now, you can catch them at it.”
“You are an abomination,” Castiel murmured into his neck as she bolted.
“You’re an absurdity,” he countered, sniffing his hair. Cheap shampoo. Cheap conditioner. Wood smoke, presumably from the boys’ latest hunt. Traces of blood. Traces of God.
The fire crackled. They drank some more.
“I gave Dean a feather,” Castiel said. “One of mine. It’s what we do to show loyalty. Admiration. When I served Heaven, I received feathers from various admirers every week.”
He sounded smug.
Adorable.
“It wasn’t sexual, mind,” he added, quickly.
“Of course.”
“Nor romantic. We don’t engage in such things. Nonetheless, it was meaningful. Is meaningful.”
“And Dean, I imagine, didn’t realize that.”
“Obviously not. I wasn’t expecting him to. He’s a human; why should he understand our customs? But I thought… I thought he’d at least ask. I was prepared for him to ask. I had an explanation ready to go. And then he didn’t. He took the feather, looked embarrassed, smiled, thanked me, and returned to doing Sam’s laundry.”
“Ouch.”
“I’ve never been so humiliated.”
Crowley gave him a consoling kiss, which he returned hungrily, though not cruelly. In this, Castiel was never cruel. Only demanding. Which was fine; Crowley liked being in demand.
When Castiel withdrew his questing tongue, he looked unsatisfied. (Brattish.) “Why must you always lurk so deep? Come forward. I want to see you.”
Huffing, like it wasn’t something he was asked to do and gladly did every time, Crowley let himself slide from his host’s brain into his eyeballs, turning them crimson; from his chest to his tongue, causing his breath to stink of petrol and graveyard dirt; from his veins to his extremities, prompting his fingernails and toenails to adopt a distinctly claw-like appearance. His expensive black socks would be ruined. “Better, birdy?”
Immediately, Castiel returned to kissing him. (Really, it felt as though he was trying to suck Crowley from his host’s mouth into his own.
Like he wants to eat me.
Crowley shivered happily.)  
Drawing back, Castiel said, “Take us to a hotel room. I want to touch your penis.”
“I live but to serve.”
It had taken Crowley a while to work out what Castiel’s odd sexual ministrations made him feel like; a stim toy. The angel liked nothing more than to fiddle with him. To tug at his chest hair, to pluck at his nipples until they were plump and rosy, and yes, to poke and pat and play with his cock until Crowley whimpered.
“I don’t understand why he’s so reluctant to open up to me,” Castiel sighed, breath-taking on black silk sheets and settled between Crowley’s thighs, twirling grey-streaked pubic hair around his index finger.
“I like opening up to you,” said Crowley, and demonstrated.
Castiel lowered his head and peered appreciatively. “Your vessel is so much furrier than mine. Like you’ve glued a badger’s pelt between your buttocks.”
Some might have found a fuckbuddy who had only two settings – i.e. ‘the worst dirty talk conceivable’ and ‘pining for another man’ – frustrating. Crowley had long since put such petty grievances aside, because he was emotionally mature. Worldly. Smooth. Definitely not because he craved Castiel’s presence all day long and whispered his name to the stars at night.
“Hurry up and stick it in me, you twat.”
As Castiel hoisted Crowley’s legs over his shoulders, he stroked the hair there too. “Mmm. So fluffy. Honestly, with all this to keep you warm, I don’t see why you have to cover yourself in so many layers.”
“You’re one to talk! You’d wear that trench to the scorching outback if you got half the chance.”
“Temperature isn’t a factor for me. Besides, Dean likes me wearing it. It gives him a sense of continuity that he lacks in other areas of his life.”
Castiel couldn’t tell the difference between a groan of pleasure and a groan of exasperation. That was for the best.
Afterwards, Crowley arranged his host such that the majority of his weight rested on Castiel’s chest. So far, it was the only reliable way to ensure he didn’t get dressed and leave the moment they were done.
“Were you busy?” Castiel asked, panting. “When I entered Hell? You probably were. You’re always busy. You work even harder than Raphael used to.”
“Never too busy for you, pet,” he purred, punctuating his assurance with a saucy wiggle.
Castiel’s phone rang.
Castiel actually answered it (rather than his usual reaction to ringing phones – his or Crowley’s – when they were in bed, which was to narrow his eyes at them until their screens cracked and they leaked smoke), which meant it was Dean.
“I am needed,” he announced, rolling Crowley off him.
With a mocking salute, Crowley slithered into the warm spot his body had left. “Godspeed, mighty warrior. Try not to lose any more feathers.”
Fumbling with his tie, Castiel said, “I’m planning to give him one more. A second chance. If he doesn’t react appropriately, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?”
The tie was abandoned, flopping half-knotted against his crisp white shirt. “I’ll be back for more sex. Goodbye.”
With that, he was gone.
Under his stolen skin, Crowley curled into a smoky ball and cursed the whole world. 
‘Never too busy for you,’ he’d told Castiel.
‘My door’s always open,’ he’d promised Dean.
But surely they both understood that if they were going to summon him in the middle of the working day, they would, occasionally, be interrupting something?
“Is that a kidney?” said Dean, staring at the bloody lump in Crowley’s hand.
Flustered, Crowley popped it into his mouth and swallowed it. The thought occurred, a second later, that his instinctive, perfectly normal as per demon etiquette attempt to make the situation less awkward might have been ill-advised.
“I’ll just go, shall I?” he muttered dejectedly.
Dean shook his head, sighing. “Nah. Won’t make me unsee it. But we’re not kissing.”
“Could brush my teeth? Suck on a mint?”
“No. Now get your pants off. I don’t have all day.”
Dear boy. He wasn’t always like this. Often, Crowley appeared in the circle to find him red-eyed, puffy-nosed, and at least slightly drunk, and he’d touch Crowley without saying a word all evening. Other times, he’d be wound tight, buzzing with frustration after a hunt gone wrong or a fight with Castiel or Sam. On such occasions, sex would be more like a wrestling match, Dean’s quick reflexes and pickpocket cunning pitted against Crowley’s ability to lift a car with one hand, and after they’d brutalised one another for a few hours Dean would slide off Crowley’s cock with a bone-deep groan of satisfaction and sleep like the dead. Those times tended to be Crowley’s favourites.
But this was nice, too. Brisk, rude, faux-impatient – today, Dean was in a good mood. And Dean in a good mood meant one thing and one thing only.
“Jesus fu-aaah,” Crowley exhaled, having barely slipped his 100% virgin wool trousers down his thighs before the hunter entered the circle, dropped smoothly to his knees, and latched onto the waiting erection like there was a panel of judges mere metres away and a million dollar cash prize on the line.
Dean Winchester wasn’t nearly as good at sex as he thought he was. But he always, always tried his best, and sometimes that raw enthusiasm was erotic enough all on its own.
“So,” said Dean, pulling back to study his work with that critical mechanic’s eye. “Something weird happened the other day.”
“Really? To you?”
“No, not normal Winchester-brand weird. No new apocalypses brewing, far as I’m aware. Just… y’know. Odd.”
Abruptly, he stood up, wiping his lips, and took Crowley by the arm. Sweeping the edge of his shoe through the circle, he all-but-frogmarched him across the room to the old mattress he’d set up in a corner specifically for these occasions.
(They didn’t always have sex in a grimy abandoned shed three miles from the nearest road. Sometimes they had sex in grimy abandoned cars with wheels buried in knee-deep weeds or, when Dean was feeling unusually romantic, dive bar bathrooms. Crowley didn’t care. He’d fucked Napoleon III in a haystack once.)
Absentmindedly arranging Crowley to his liking, Dean said, “Cas gave me a feather.”
Unnoticed by Dean, every microorganism within a seventy-foot radius – excepting those within his own body – died in a flash of hellfire. “Oh?”
“Yeah. And not, like, a pigeon feather or whatever. One of his. Weird, right?”
“Mm. Very.”
Dean thrust into him, business-like. “You read a lot, yeah? Probably even more than Sammy. Ever found a book that analyses – I dunno – weird angel shit? Or ancient prophecies involving angel feathers?”
Goddamn rotten bloody humiliation kink, he thought moodily, feeling his cock begin to leak. Probably done more to damage my reputation than that time Lilith caught me sneaking into David Cameron’s bedroom wearing a silk chemise and a British Lop. “Not that I can recall, no.”
Giving his arse a friendly smack, Dean said, “C’mon. You gotta know something. Or, if you don’t, you gotta have a theory. I know that nasty li’l brain of yours never stops working. Why would an angel give a human a feather?”
The deranged, beautiful monster hadn’t stopped buggering him.
Even worse, Crowley hadn’t stopped liking it.
“Alright, alright,” he groaned, fingernails surreptitiously sharpening as he dragged them over the mattress. “Stop. Lemme think for a moment. No, no, scratch that. Absolutely do not stop. Oh fuck, fuck, please don’t stop.”
“Crowley,” Dean whined, and while he’d have loved to think that he was whining in passion, he knew better.
“Look, it’s a gift, yeah? He gave you a gift. Use – fuurgh – use your brain, squirrel. Why do people usually give gifts?”
A big, calloused hand wrapped around his cock. “Birthdays. Bribes. To say thank you. To say sorry. Hey, could that be it? Has he… aw, shit, has he done something stupid behind my back? Again? And he doesn’t want to admit it but he’s feeling guilty so he’s giving me weird presents? I bet that’s it.”
Crowley wasn’t certain what language he used to say, “Jesus Christ, you’re both beyond hope,” in the seconds before he came. He was only just mentally present enough to make sure it wasn’t English.
After finishing off with a hearty grunt, Dean belly-flopped onto the mattress next to him. “Fuck yeah, man. That was great. Wonder if I can use it for something? A bona fide angel feather’s gotta have serious mojo, right?”
Facedown and breathing into the pillow, Crowley made a ‘who knows?’ gesture.
“Maybe it could be made into a weapon,” Dean murmured, gently stroking Crowley’s scalp. “There’s precedent. The First Blade was a mule’s jawbone. Or maybe I could write with it – like a quill. Heh, imagine a devil’s trap drawn with an angel’s feather. That would fuck you guys up, right?”
“Sure,” Crowley rasped, lifting his head. “Why not?”
Dean yawned. “So how’s Hell? Been about a month since we last did this, so… what’s that… about a decade down there? Had any problems? Moved the furniture around?”
“No. Hell doesn’t change much these days. Lilith was the innovator. Always installing a new lake of fire here, a new torture chamber there; slaughtering her political opponents en masse; throwing out promotions and demotions and beheadings left and right. Not my style. I prefer stability. Behind my back, they say that I’m the most boring monarch Hell’s ever had. Well, no – they say that wherever they want. When they’re behind my back, they try to stab me.”
He rolled over, wincing at a twinge in his well-used arse.
“Stability’s great and all,” Dean mumbled, sounding half-asleep. “And for real, I think it’s cool that you’ve made Hell so much less… torture-y. But y’ever think about aiming higher?”
“Eh?”
“Making Hell not suck, I mean. You know? Not just stable but actually tolerable for everyone who’s gotta live there. Now and then when I’m ganking some demon dickbag, I start thinking that maybe they wouldn’t always be causing so much trouble on Earth if they liked being in Hell more.”
Crowley laughed. Long and loud. “Where’s this coming from? Is this a Sam idea? It sounds like a Sam idea. Your bleeding-heart centrist of a brother going through another introspective phase, right? Bless.”
Scowling, Dean said, “Wow, someone’s defensive. What’s wrong? Pissed that the Boy King could run the place better than you?”
“Come off it, Dean. You don’t believe that for a second. Sam’s no leader. Much less a leader of demons. And the notion of ‘fixing’ Hell… it’s Hell. It’s not meant to be fixed. It’s not meant to be tolerable, it’s not meant to be endurable. It exists to break people. Horror is its bedrock. Sure, I can tidy up, I can replace the Gitmo vibe with the good ol’ eternal queue, but I can’t make it nice.”
“Huh. Okay, I get it,” said Dean, stretching, slyness in his eyes. “It’s not that you don’t want to – it’s that you don’t think you can. You’re not powerful enough, or smart enough, or whatever. I guess that’s fair. Surprised to hear you admit it, though.”
Like a blowfish, Crowley’s smoke puffed up to thrice its usual size, spilling from his eyes, ears, and lips as he pounced on Dean and pinned him to the mattress.
“Watch your tongue, brat,” he hissed, tail manifesting with its point aimed at Dean’s throat. “I’m not your pet pigeon. Had I the magnanimity of Saint Francis himself I’d not sit here and listen to some cunting mortal question my leadership. What in the name of God’s greasy bollocks do you know about ruling anything? You’ve never so much as managed a fucking corner shop. You’ve never even been employed.”
Dean grinned. “Damn, did I touch a nerve? Sorry, sweetcheeks.”
A canine rumble poured from Crowley’s thick throat. He felt Dean’s wrist bones creak under his grip. “Arrogant little rat.”
They glared at one another, unblinking.
“You ready to go again?” Dean asked.
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
In a violent flurry, they competed to see who could jack the other to completion first. Dean won. Dean always won.
“Same time next month?” Crowley enquired, watching him get dressed afterwards.
“Maybe. It’ll be coming up on Halloween and that’s always the worst time of year for us.”
“Mmm. Same. You’d be amazed how many false alarms we get; idiot teenagers deciding to summon a demon for fun and not actually wanting to make a deal or not letting them out of the trap afterwards. Last year, my secretary found them waiting for her with SuperSoakers full of salted holy water. Still – unless I’m busy – and, obviously, I probably will be busy – I’ll only be a phone call away if you poor lost lambs get yourselves mixed up in something you can’t handle.”
“Cool,” Dean said over his shoulder, already halfway out the door. “Catch you later.”
Crowley waited until his footsteps had faded and his scent had cleared. Then he grabbed the pillow, pressed it to his face, and screamed for forty minutes. 
(to be continued) 
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yourfavewriteress · 4 years
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easy progression | josh anderson
Teaser: “You should feel like you can wear my sweater without asking.”
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As I woke up, the sun was shining brightly on my face. I opened my eyes slightly with a sigh. Noticing that Josh wasn’t next to me, I sat up, looking over his room where both of our clothes were sprawled out on the floor.
Josh and I had met a few months ago at my local grocery store, which happened to be his as well. As smart as he was, he clearly didn’t know how to pick out produce.
“Hey,” I heard from next to me. I turned slowly, locking eyes with probably one of the most attractive guys I’ve ever seen in person. 
“Hi?” I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, I’m sure early on Saturday is the worst time to interact with people,” He smiled, sheepishly.
“You’re not bothering,” I smiled in response, noticing the tint of pink on his cheeks. “Are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah,” He breathed, looking back at the various peppers in front of him. “I was wondering if you knew how to decide which ones are good or not?”
“Of the peppers?” I asked. He looked back at me, biting his lip while nodding.
“I promise this is not a pick-up line or anything,” He said quickly before I could respond. “I’m truly lost here. I was just gonna grab whatever, but then I saw someone here earlier and they stood here for at least 10 minutes picking.”
“It’s fine,” I laughed. “Uhm, I’m pretty sure you just have to pick the ones that are closest to the shape of peppers you see on TV or in magazines. I usually look for ones that just look like they should be in a photoshoot and not here.”
He smiled, “That’s smart.”
“Yeah, they also should be kinda heavy, like this one,” I handed him one. He took it from my hands, examining it.
“Okay, that makes sense,” He nodded. 
“Anything else?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.
He looked over at me and I watched as he searched my face for a few seconds, “No, uhm, thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” I smiled, before moving back over to my cart. I barely moved an inch before he walked over to me, blocking my way.
“Last question?”
Standing next to my cart, I finally got a good view of just how tall and fit this guy was. Clearly an athlete, I noticed his Columbus Blue Jackets windbreaker.
“Mhm,” I hummed, looking up at him.
“What’s your name?”
I blushed, “I thought you weren’t flirting?”
He blushed, too, “I wasn’t. But, I think I might change my mind.”
“Y/N,” I held out my hand to him.
“I’m Josh,” He returned my handshake. “Nice to meet you.”
“You, too.”
“So, Y/N,” He started. “Are you from around here?”
I couldn’t hold back my laugh as I responded, “Really?”
“What?” He grinned. “What else could I have said?”
“Anything, honestly,” I teased.
“Well, I actually live in this neighborhood, so it is a valid question,” He shrugged.
“Yes, I live in the neighborhood.”
“Where?” He asked. “Wait, don’t answer that, that’s weird.”
“I wasn’t going to,” I laughed. 
“Good,” He said. “But, I would really like to take you out sometime. If you’ll let me.”
“Already?”
He shrugged again, “We’re in a grocery store, I’m sure you probably have other things to do right this second.”
“I do,” I trailed off. “How about I give you my number and we start there?”
“I can live with those terms.”
Four months later, and here I was in Josh’s bed. We went out a few times after that day and Josh truly surprised me. Not only was he an actual gentleman, he made me laugh and feel safe. 
Our relationship progressed nicely, if I might say. We went out a few times, one resulting is the most amazing overnight. Josh was funny, caring, protective, and as much as I hated to admit it, irresistible. Since we lived so close together, we spent a lot of time together at each other’s apartments. 
I quickly brushed my teeth in his bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror. When I was done rinsing my mouth, I put my hair up in the best bun possible after Josh’s fingers did their work on it the night before. Walking through the room, I picked up Josh’s hoodie on the floor, bringing it with me downstairs to the kitchen.
Josh’s back was to me as he was making what I hoped was our breakfast. 
“Hey, can I wear this?” I held up the sweater as he turned around. Although this wasn’t the first time Josh and I had slept together, I made sure to be careful about how comfortable I got, especially with his belongings. We never really talked about what we were or what was/wasn’t okay to do. To be safe, I made sure to always ask.
He smiled, “Of course, go for it.”
“Thanks,” I slid the hoodie over my head, smoothing it over my tank top and shorts. 
“Good morning to you, too,” He said, turning back to the pan in front of him.
“Good morning, Joshua,” I laughed. “How did you sleep?”
“Really good,” He responded, looking back at me with a grin on his face. He continued to watch me as I adjusted my bun.
“What?”
“Nothing, you just look really cute,” He said.
“Josh, I looked in the mirror before I came down here. Please don’t lie to me.” He laughed loudly, throwing his head back. 
“What are you making me?” I asked, smiling at him.
“Oh, did you want something?” He asked. I stared at him, and he smirked. “I kind of only made enough for one.”
“Oh, so what are you gonna eat?” I challenged. “Guests always eat first.”
“You know what, I’ll give you that one,” He nodded. I watched as he walked over to my place at the counter. “What do you suggest I eat? You?”
“You’re gross,” I rolled my eyes. “Last night wasn’t enough?”
He laughed, “I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.”
I looked around the kitchen trying to hide my blush, “You’re literally so cheesy.”
He shrugged, leaning down to kiss me. “It’s just bacon and eggs, by the way.”
“Sounds nice,” I smiled against his lips.
“I also wanted to talk to you about something,” He said, locking eyes with me.
“Okay,” I narrowed mine at him.
“It’s not bad,” He laughed, noticing my reaction. He walked back over to the food and I waited as he finished up. We sat in a comfortable silence while we ate, but I couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room.
As he sat next to me eating, I turned to him.
“Is this the part where you tell me you met someone else?”
He rolled his eyes, turning to face me. “You really think I would do that to you?”
Unsure of how to respond to such a bold question, I shrugged.
“I think you’re amazing,” He started. “Like, beyond amazing, honestly. I don’t see myself wanting to hang out with anyone else, and I was wondering how you felt about that?”
I breathed, smiling, “I thought you were going to say the opposite.”
“Why?” He laughed. 
“I don’t know what goes on in your head,” I responded.
“Well,” He spread his legs wider, pulling me and the chair I was sitting on closer to him and in between his legs. “I know that you are really, really, hot, especially right now.”
“My hair?” 
“Hey, I’m taking credit for this, don’t bash my work,” He joked, pushing one of my flyaways behind my ear. 
“You’re such a clown,” I rolled my eyes.
He paused, and we stared at each other while I assumed he collected his thoughts. “I care about you, a lot. And, I care about this. I want to introduce you to my friends so they can stop acting like you don’t exist and I’m crazy. I don’t want to keep acting like this is casual and we’re just friends. I don’t want to be your friend, and I’ve been thinking about this a lot these past few weeks. I want you to know that this is way more than casual for me, and I want to be with you. I want you to trust me and I really hope I’m not blowing this. I just, I know you deserve to be with someone who’s going to commit to you, and I’m telling you right now, I will and I want to. I want you, and this.”
“What caused this big realization?” I asked.
“Ever since we met, you’re all I can think about. No matter how hard I try, I want to see you, and touch you, and be with you. And, I know this might sound fucking crazy because we haven’t known each other for that long, but I really feel like this isn’t something I should fight. You’re really fucking incredible and I hope you know that. And, I’m probably saying too much right now and freaking you out, but I had to say it before I leave tomorrow. You should know how I feel about you and you should feel like you can wear my sweater without asking.”
“Josh,” I smiled, leaning in to him. “Are you asking to be my boyfriend?”
“Yeah, I am,” He mumbled, blushing.
I pressed my lips to his, wrapping my arms around his neck. “If you would have given it a couple hours, I would be the one saying all that to you.”
“Really?” He smirked. 
“Mhm,” I pecked his lips again.
“So, you finally admit you like me?” He teased, kissing the corner of my mouth, his arms around my waist holding me against him.
“You know that I like you.”
“I had a feeling,” He smiled. “But, it’s nice to hear it.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I do really like you. I just didn’t want to get ahead of myself, but I think you’re amazing, too.”
“How amazing?”
“So amazing that I’m letting you even look at me before I shower,” I joked, running my fingers through his hair. 
“And, you look fucking good.” I stood up from my chair, moving to straddle Josh’s lap. 
“Well, you look fucking good,” I repeated, kissing him again. He smiled against me, kissing back. 
“Can we go back to bed?”
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kaalamarii · 4 years
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Just a little self indulgent thing I wrote, using one of my OC’s. 
Probably a lot of typos cause I wrote this super quick.
Genesis (MC) is on breakfast duty and the brothers are very interested in what she’s doing.
Genesis got up extra early this morning, knowing she was on kitchen duty. She sat up in bed, sleepily rubbing her eyes and stretching. Usually she would shower and get dressed first, but it was the weekend and she had been around the boys long enough that she decided she no longer felt uncomfortable letting them see her in her pjs. 
Genesis made her way to the kitchen, where of course, Beel already was deep in the fridge. She smiled. “Morning, Beel.”
“Oh, hey, Gen,” he said from the fridge. He pulled himself out, random items in his hands. “Are you making breakfast...” He paused, noticing what she was wearing. Her sleep shorts were just that...short. They were silk, red, and shiny. Her top matched, a low cut tank top. Beel eyed her up and down, and gulped. 
“You okay?” she asked the gluttonous demon.
“Uh...yeah. Just, um, hungry.”
“Well, I got a good breakfast planned,” she replied. “Eggs, bacon, hash browns, fruit, pancakes. The works.”
Beel’s mouth watered, both at the sound of all that food and at noticing her nipples slightly poking through her shirt. 
“It’s going to take a bit though. You’re welcome to wait in here with me, if you want the company.”
“Yes, I’ll stay in here and watch, I mean, wait for you.”
She nodded with a grin, pulling a large pack of potatoes out of the pantry and washing them in the sink. Beel brought a chair over, parking it at the end of the long island where he could watch her. His pre breakfast meal was left forgotten, sitting in front of him as his gaze followed her around the kitchen.
Genesis finished washing all the potatoes and started to cut them when Satan came in to get some water. He mumbled quick greetings to Gen and Beel before going into the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He went over to Beel, leaning on the island next to him. “You okay, Beel? You haven’t touched your food.”
Beel shushed him and nodded at the human, who was again in the fridge, bent over to search for the bacon, the bottom of her ass peeking out from the bottom of the shorts. Satan looked at her, then back at his brother. He grinned wickedly. “Oh, that’s...delightful.”
Beel nodded.
“Did you say something?” Genesis asked.
“Oh, your potatoes smell delightful,” Satan fibbed.
“Oh, thanks, Satan.”
“Sure thing...hey, I’m going to stick around and hang out here if that’s alright.”
She smiled. “Of course. The more the merrier.”
Genesis was getting started on the pancakes while the hashbrowns and bacon cooked. Belphie was the next one to come in, yawning sleepily and joining his brothers. “Beel, I figured I’d find you here. Satan, what are you do-” 
Belphie stopped, following his brothers’ eyes, smiling when he understood what they were staring at. Gen finished mixing the pancake batter, licking it off the spoon before throwing it into the sink. 
“Hey, Belph,” she said with a smile. “Are you going to join us as well?”
“Yes I am, let me go get a chair.”
Asmo was the next one, instantly noticing Genesis and what she was wearing. He looked at his brothers and pulled up another chair, joining them with a big grin. Asmo got out his phone, secretly taking a picture of her and sending it to Levi. “Come to the kitchen and see this,” he texted. Levi arrived shortly after, out of breath and a dark red blush over his face. 
“Levi?” Genesis asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m just so excited for...breakfast.”
The five brothers all sat, watching her every move intently. She cut fruit, mixing it all into a bowl. She flipped pancakes, bacon, stirred up the hashbrowns.
“Where is everyone?” Lucifer asked, confused as he walked into the kitchen. “What are you all doing in here?”
His younger brothers looked at him at once, nervousness in their faces. Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “What’s going on…” he looked over at Gen and a look of shock momentarily crossed his face. He looked back to his brothers and with a harsh whisper told them, “Seriously? You should all be ashamed-” 
He stopped as his eyes traveled back to Genesis, who ran a hand through her hair to get it out of her face. It went back before falling sloppily onto one side. She huffed, raising her hands above her head to put it in a messy bun, her shirt riding up almost too far. The six brothers’ eyes all widened and they all stayed completely still, holding their breaths.
Lucifer sat down next to Asmo, who smirked at the eldest. “Look who joined the dark side.”
As Genesis was finishing up, Mammon came in. “Yo, where’s breakfast? Wait…” He looked at the group of demons and then at Gen, who was reaching up high to grab plates, all her greatest assets barely hanging in their threads. He blushed and glared at his brothers. He ran over to her and grabbed the plates for her. “Stupid human, you’re too short.”
His brothers groaned. 
“Mammon, you dick,” Asmo murmured. 
She rolled her eyes as she reached to take the plates from him. He wouldn’t let go, his gaze staring down at her cleavage and his face growing more red by the second. 
“Are you going to give me the plates?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh...uh y-yeah.” He let go of them. “Don’t you think you should put a coat or something on?”
“Why would I do that?”
“B-because. You’re cold, ain’t you?”
“Cold? Mammon, I’ve been cooking for the past hour. I’m sweating my ass off.”
“Are you sure?” He followed her, desperately trying to block her from the view of his brothers. “I mean, I don’t want you sweatin’ all over the food.”
“What are you talking about? You’re being weird...whatever, why don’t you help me bring all the food out to the dining room while your brothers set the table?” she said, smiling over at the group of demons. They all hesitantly nodded, muttering to each other as they left the kitchen.
Mammon sighed, waiting for the room to clear out. “Those perverts. Ya know they were starin’ at you, right? Watchin’ you?”
“Why would they be doing that?” She asked, smiling innocently. She crossed her arms over the front of her body, pushing up her breasts. Mammon nearly fainted.
“Well, c-cause, you’re all...ya know….”
She waited for his explanation.
“Damn it, Gen, you’re barely wearin’ anything! And you’re in here bending over and reachin’ for things and they could see everything!”
She grinned. “Oh, that. Yeah, I know.”
“You knew what they were doing?”
“Of course I did. I’m not an idiot. I know you were looking too.”
“Wh-what! No, I wasn’t!”
She stood on her toes, pressing her chest against his as she planted a small kiss on his cheek. “Okay, Mammon.”
She winked at him, walking out of the kitchen, making sure to wiggle her ass as she left.
Mammon stared at her, mouth agape, his hand on his cheek where she kissed him.
She was going to be the death of all of them.
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fenheart87 · 3 years
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Goats Gone Wild
The rehearsals went perfectly, despite everyone saying that it might fall apart and completely spiral out of control and that would to be expected as it was rehearsal and gave them time to fix it. The flower arrangements were gorgeous, Jagged cried when he saw his official wedding suit and Penny had successfully been conned into taking an actual spa day to relax and have a great time with the ladies in her wedding party. 
Tom and Sabine were of course on cake duty in providing other food and refreshments for the big day. With them in charge no one was concerned that the seasoned caterers would have any trouble. The tables and chairs were tastefully decorated and with just enough 'rock n' roll' vibe for Jagged to not complain too much because Jagged always be Jagged.
Of course, for the power duo of the music world, fate may have approved for them to meet, fall in love and live long enough to plan the wedding but it didn't have to be nice all the time. A small mishap and the power was out most of the night, delaying everything from food to simply getting ready for most of the practical preparations. 
Marinette was running on no sleep, no faith and after the power outage, no coffee. Everyone had their wedding clothes and the weather predicting rain at some point made it seem like a tiny accomplishment. Those who had cars to drive would be fine and most could take extra passengers but it would take some people two trips. She had spoken to her Maman and Papa already, they had put the cake in the deep freeze plus had a gas/solar powered generator to offer a space for others in the wedding party.
She still had no idea who would be escorting her down the aisle to fulfill her Maiden of Honor duty, there wasn't time to meet him now because they were sorely behind schedule. Pushing the thought to the side, Marinette slipped into a chic dress but not the one for the ceremony. That was safely at the venue they had booked just in case they needed a place to relocate. Sending up a quick prayer and a threat that this would be a memorable day, Marinette grabbed her clutch and left her apartment.
Marinette could distantly hear her phone ringing even though it was right besides her. She had yet to exit the safety of her car as she watched the chaos unfold. There was a small zoo of animals running around and Jagged was riding a llama, Fang happily scaring the poor creature. Nimbly she picked up her still ringing phone and answered it.
"H-hello?"
"Is this Marinette?"
"Yes I'm Ma-ma-Marinette… Who are you?"
"Ah I'm Luka the best man, Jagged and Penny paired us to walk down the aisle together. Things are uh pretty chaotic and I haven't seen you yet so just making sure you're not the one getting cold feet."
"No, I uh just pulled up. Where did the petting zoo come from?"
"Jagged's idea."
"You know, sometimes I forget he's technically a Couffaine then he pulls shit like this. Where is Anarka when I need the courage to slam his famous and insured face?" Her neck gave up trying to support her head and she let it flop forward to blare her horn, startling the llama and delighting Jagged as he fought to stay seated.
"I'll come to you." Luka's voice was actually soothing and calmed Marinette's nerves enough to move her head to the steering wheel. Distant sounds of goats screaming at each other and the loudness that was Jagged seeped into her quiet space within the car. A light knock on the window drew her from her quiet place within her mind, and Marinette emerged from her car instead of just rolling down the window.
Luka was tall and slender, ocean blue eyes matched the tips of his hair and would match the color of her dress for the ceremony perfectly. He radiated a soft aura that drew her into staring for longer than appropriate.
"Well hello there fair Maiden of Honor."
"Ah yes hello mysterious Best Man. Would you happen to know how bad things are?" The designer bravely faced the stream of messages on her phone, some only minutes old and others hours old. Asking for an update methodically from everyone individually, she let Luka guide her into the venue.
"Jagged is currently trying to convince Penny to keep a llama or a goat from the petting zoo, half of the guests are either not coming at all or left because of the chaos you see around you. The wedding party is here and just enough people to provide witnesses and news coverage. One of the photographers had to back out and the fill in is allergic to the flowers, his only allergy actually, nice guy otherwise. The goats have eaten some of the décor and their fearless mountain climbing leader took off with the ring pillow."
"Where the rings are sewed on… So at this point, the cake is the only thing safe. I can work with that, first let's find Penny because I'm sure her blood pressure is through the roof, next we need to remove the flowers that are a problem, if Ivan is here then he has the fake bouquets in his van and we can put those inside and have the photographer that's not allergic take the pictures outside. Jagged will be Jagged but when it's time he will behave and only have eyes for Penny so let him do his thing. We need to find the rings so get as many people looking for them as we can. Once I check on Penny I'll figure out the rest, I'm getting updates and rearranging as we speak."
"You know, this is kind of weird for me…" Sky blue eyes met ocean and time suspended again for a moment, "I know Jagged considers you like his unofficial niece so it makes it weird that you are absolutely beautiful and I feel like he might try to kill me for just being around you."
"N-no it's fine! I mean he chose after all, if he has a problem I'll take a page from the captain's book!" A blush graced her pale cheeks, accenting the light blush she had applied earlier. "Now go be a Best Man and make sure the groom doesn't sign his life away and marry a llama instead."
"Aye aye fair maiden." Luka winked and parted ways, leaving Marinette’s heart racing more than it was before.
"Stupid pretty boy with their stupid smiles… Penny, are you in here?" Marinette knocked on the door, waiting until it opened.
"Hey Mari, I knew what would happen when I said yes to Jagged but please no more animals."
"Don't worry, no more animals. The cake is fine but I need to find your rings which I guess a goat ran off with?" 
"Yeah, Jagged wanted to get a picture and the goat took advantage." Penny laughed and resumed her seat where Jean-Luc was already fixing her make-up.
"So this is going to be Plan P?" Marinette teased, taking a moment to change into the other dress.
"You bet! Once the circus is over here we will all meet up at your parents bakery for cake and food." Penny winked carefully, causing the younger woman to giggle.
"Let me go find those rings." Throwing on some flats, Marinette left the room with a wave and headed outside. If the goat was a mountain goat then he was probably hidden with the trees. Hiking up her skirt and trekking through the mud that was somehow everywhere and followed the distant sounds of child-like screaming.
There stood the goat, calming chewing on the ring pillow and staring at her with it's judgmental eyes.
"Okay, you give that back right now."
"MAAAAAA!!!" It bleated loudly before resuming its speedy chewing
"Don't make me do this…" The designer tried to get closer and the goat kept retreating with every step. "Oh come on! You know, what fine!"
"MAAAAAA!!" It screamed again and she took the chance to lunge and tackled the goat into the mud. Trying to get a solid grip on the ring piow was difficult as the goat kept trying to kick here or just rip the pillow in two, she wouldn't mind that much, after all it's the rings she was after.
"Just give me the rings and you can keep the stupid pillow you ugly stupid goat!" Marinette grunted as it became a test of tug of war, the sound of fabric ripping made her panic and kick the goat. It worked to get the goat to let go but it charged her and screamed in her face. The sound covered up the approach of the two men.
"Uh Marinette, why are you wrestling with a goat?"
"Oh you know, thought I would try my hand at it, have you seen these guns from gator chasing," She flexed one arm a couple times, "or how about these legs?" Hiking her skirt up wasn't her best idea ever but it was so worth the blush and cute word vomit from her wedding date.
"I uh well, yeah. I mean- you look hot as IN YOU'LL NEED TO COOL OFF BEFORE THE WEDDING!" Luka groaned and covered his eyes in shame.
"Oi mate, are you ogling my goat?" Dingo slapped his back, nearly causing the musician to topple into the mud with Marinette and the goat who resumed chewing on the ring pillow it had stolen, the rings recovered sneakily.
"Okay, the arch can burn for all I care and maybe fry up some bacon if we're lucky." She accepted Luka's help to get up and onto a less muddy patch of grass. The trio made their way back, Dingo as she learned, was fond of Napoleon and argued the entire way back.
"I'll 'ave you know that pigs are some the best pets!"
"No way, Hamster all the way! You can't even own one in the city unless it's a teacup pig and why would you even want one?"
"Oi! All pigs are cool, you can't just love one kind because that's not true devotion!" 
"Will you two stop-" Luka froze as the smell of smoke wafted closer and squinted thoughtfully. Was that, yup the arch was burning. 
"Great, Plan P is fully in action now!" The maiden of honor groaned, slapping her hands over her mud smeared face.
"Oh god no! Please spare Napoleon! No bacon at this wedding!" Dingo sprinted across the field to where the pigs were kept.
"Well let's find the bride and groom and get the hell outta here." Luka proposed, calmly walking the rest of the way with Marinette keeping pace. There was a firefighter giving directions to everyone to stand far away from the building and the burning arch.
"Well this is not what I expected…" A tall blond muttered to himself, standing apart from the rest of the group.
"Well it is a Couffaine wedding, they are chaos magnets." Marinette joked, attempting to rid herself and dress of the half dried dirt clods.
"Well Jagged has always been… Unique. Good to see you again Marinette."
"I resent that, Jagged is the dumpster fire and Penny is the best and craziest person on earth since she somehow agreed to marry that mess."
"Uh, who are you?"
"Me? Wait, Marinette don't tell me you're mad at me again!"
"Luka what on earth-"
"This is why I told Pa it was better if we didn't show up to his wedding, your anger issues. First you nearly gave poor Nona a scare when you wanted to eat Napoleon, then set the arch on fire and lastly took off after Samuel, a poor defenseless goat."
"Uh how do you know each other?"
"Oh this again?! Lemme tell you, this little spitfire is my wife and she's been pissed at me ever since our arranged marriage was official on paper."
"Luka! That's enough!" The mud on her face hid the blush but the tips of her ears were it began to flake glowed red.
"Baby, you know we're supposed to talk when you're angry with me, that was the agreement."
"Shove it up your ass!"
The wail of sirens startled the three adults but what nearly knocked them over was a blur of neon green, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"HELP ME MATE, I CAN'T GO BACK! IT'S NOT SAFE!!"
The station was filled with a workflow hum as the entire wedding party and a few guests waited in the cell block for someone to explain why everyone had been arrested and brought in. Marinette had made use of the sink and cleared off as much dirt from her being as she could. Penny was steadily ignoring Jagged who at this point had been pleading with her and trying to get a straight answer if they would still be tying the knot or not. 
"Couffaine! You're next!" The Sargent growled, shuffling paperwork around. Roger was slowly trying to inch away to not be caught in the crossfire and pulling the rookie away with him.
"Uh which one sir?"
"What do you mean which one?! Just Couffaine!" The Sargent snapped, taking a deep pull of his coffee. When he looked up to see a group of people his face went stone blank.
"Okay so uh, maybe start with the charges and we can help decipher the correct Couffaine?" The petite Chinese woman bite her lip in nerves, echoed by the blond dressed in a matching pink dress. Glancing around he saw a slender woman holding the hand of said blonde in pink, also in a nice party dress. A man with purple hair to match, oh Jagged Stone, was dressed in a suit with a spin. Another woman with purple hair standing next to him and dressed in the more elaborate gown. He easily recognized Anarka by her grey hair and fierce glare, even if she was cleaned up nicely. To the left of the only one brave enough to speak was a young man, a flower in his lapel matching the one on her dress but with light blue tipped hair. Behind him was a kid with a mohawk that nearly grazed the ceiling and a slender brunette who was trying to keep from bouncing around the cell.
"Sorry Sargent…?" The woman tried again, offering a hesitant smile.
"Sargent Le Grand and you are who?"
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng  uh Couffaine." He blinked twice and looked back through the paperwork.
"Why the hell did no one even specify male or female for the perp?! Or a first name, even an initial would be helpful!"
"Sorry Sarge, I uh just -"
"Forget it rookie, there are a pile of complaints and I can't read them aloud so why don't you tell me what you're in trouble for and I'll find the ticket?"
"Uh that's just it sir… We were all rounded up at the wedding and brought here with no explanation."
"I do not get paid enough for this." He downed the remaining coffee and left the desk, making his way into his office.
"Oi where are you goin'?! You can't keep us cage like a bunch of goats!" The mohawk kid finally escaped the brunette and rattled the jail bars.
"Someone figure out these charges and get them out of my cell!" Sargent le Grand promptly got up and went into his office, slamming the office door shut.
“Roger, why donna ya be a good boy and let me and me crew out of here? You know we have the Boat Fund for when you’re hoititty rules and our love of chaos clash.”
“Anarka, I really do have to charge the tickets before we can discuss payment. uh, “ Roger glanced at the Sargent’s door and saw it still closed. “Okay so we have one charge of setting public property on fire, one count of illegal animal petting zoo, “
“He said he was rock ‘n roll with her permits!”
“One count  of naming your pig Napoleon, haven’t seen that in a while…”
“Oi! I can name my piggy whatever I please!”
“Two counts of animal abuse, one for feeding the goats pillows and one for what’s assumed trying to bury it alive,”
“Oh please, I had to chase it through the woods and mud because it took off with the pillow in the first place!”
“One count for act of terrorism, this one being related to flowers and serious life-threatening allergy,”
“He was a fill in, he signed the disclosure and those charges are bogus.”
“And to wrap it up, one count of illegally sailing in the city.”
“Give me Liberty or give me death!”
“I’m just going to mark all this down and charge the fund. I do apologize for having to crash your wedding Mister Stone and Miss Rolling, I do hope you have plans to finalize your commitment.” Roger opened the cell door and everyone filed out, Dingo sticking his tongue out before being smacked by three different hands.
“Oi!”
“Oi nothing fashion hazard!” Marinette snapped, moving to the front of the group. “Here’s what we’re going to do, everyone is going to quietly make their way to my parents bakery which is just a couple blocks away. While we are there, we can take turns cleaning up and then enjoy a nice meal and some delicious cake that Papa has worked so hard to make perfect for today. At this point, if someone is ordained and could marry them while at my parents house that would at least complete my to-do list.”
“I got ya mate! Let’s gooooo!” Dingo whooped and took off running while Brielle shared a look with Luka before following.
“Well definitely a memorable day wouldn’t you say Marinette?” Penny asked as she slipped her arm around the younger’s.
“I’ll say… You aren’t thinking of having spawns with him are you?”
“Hey, rock n roll is the life for me, no worries my favorite rock n roll designer!” Jagged chimed in, pausing his argument with the Captain for a moment.
“Aye, with Juleka and Luka that’s all the extra chaos he needs.”
“Uh I can explain…” Luka hunched over and raised his shoulder’s to hide somewhat.
“Wedding first then you can use the rest of the time to explain.”
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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years
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A longtime affair revealed ; Brian May x reader
*Author’s note*
Hey guys well be prepared to do some binge reading because for my Rock Angel series I’ve got 3 chapters ready for ya’ll. Now for this one, I just wanna let you all know THIS IS PURELY FANFICTION!!! In this chapter we’re gonna get into how the Rock Angel soon found out about Brian and Anita. Now like I told my Wattpad followers and readers, if this causes any wars, harrassment or bullying in ANY SHAPE OR FORM. THIS. CHAPTER. WILL. BE. DELETED!!!
I’m writing through how the Rock Angel would react plus a bit of combination on facts that I have gotten from seeing/reading interviews from Brian about this topic.  
Warnings: Angst, cheating, affairs, swearing, more angst, maybe fluff (if you squint). 
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*April 14th, 1988. LA home*
Now don’t get me wrong, I love having the guys over and my door is always open to them but—this is just weird.  To brush you all up, around late February just a couple weeks after my birthday, Brian shows up out of nowhere on our doorstep in our home in LA wanting to stay with us for a while.
He didn’t give us any rhyme or reason just that he needed to be out of the country for a bit.  So Jack and I welcomed him in and he’s been a great help around the house. Helping with the laundry, cleaning the place, taking care of Kelly, and he’s also been helping me produce my music.
Since Queen hasn’t decided to do another tour in the past 2 years, Rog and Bri took this time to do some solo works.  Freddie also did a couple of solo stuff and Deacy’s worked with a different band playing the bass for them but his days are just spending it with Ronnie and the little Deaklings.
But back to Brian.  He’s been so secretive lately, late night phone calls (and I’m talking about phone calls at like 3am our time), wanting to keep certain letters or mail to himself, and anytime I mentioned Chrissie at all, he’d get all tense and try to leave the room by making up some excuse regarding Kelly or working on his next solo project.
One night at almost 4o’clock in the morning, I woke up cause I was thirsty.  So quietly I went downstairs to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk.  But just as I poured myself a cup and was about to drink it, I could hear the soft murmuring voice of Brian out on the back deck.
“I know, I know. I just needed to get away for a bit, besides, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen the Kline family and they are important to me.” I silently stalked towards the back door to see Brian standing with the cordless phone up to his ear. “I’ll be back by the end of the week. I love you too, bye.” He spoke with such love as he made his declaration of love.
Okay maybe I’m being paranoid but he couldn’t be—no not Brian Harold May. There’s no way he could be cheating.  Could he? No, no, no, no, no snap out of it! Just because it happened to you (and Dominique, god I wish I could just slug Roger sometimes) but there’s no way that Brian could do something like this.
I heard him sigh as he now sat on one of the lawn chairs we had along the back deck while I silently snuck back to the kitchen and quietly rinsed off my cup after I downed the milk.  After putting it in the dishwasher I snuck back upstairs and fell right back asleep.
The next morning I had made a full buffet for breakfast for my two hungry boys, myself, and my baby girl.
“Okay here we go breakfast. The most important meal of the day. Eggs Sunnyside up, bacon on a side of toast. A stack of humungous chocolate chip pancakes which do smell incredible, if I do say so myself. And for my favorite guitarist Jelly filled muffins, and wholesome banana bread with tofu dogs and a tall glass of OJ.”
“Alright mama lioness, thank you.” Jack praised as he cut his Sunnyside egg and ate the piece of it.
“Ba bou mama.” Kelly thanked me in her baby tongue.
“You are most welcome my loves.”
“It really does look delicious (Y/n).” Brian told me.  While the three of us began eating our meal, Brian just sat there with his hands in his lap staring at his food.
“You’re not hungry again?” Jack questioned as he paused from eating his bacon.  I set my knife and fork down and said as I walked up to him.
“Okay what’s going on?” Brian looked at me humming in confusion. “Last night for dinner you hardly touched my veggie lasagna, which you say is my best dish ever, and now you don’t want breakfast. Bri are you sure you’re not sick?” I cupped his face in my hands trying to feel for a fever.
“I’m fine darling, really I am.” He took my hands off his face and kissed the back on my right one.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I’m fine just—a little tired is all. Hadn’t really been sleeping well these past few days.” I raised my brow at him skeptically.  I hummed suspiciously as I went back to my seat and finished up my breakfast.
After breakfast, Jack went to work selling cars (ever since we officially decided to stay in LA around last year, Jack got a job at a local car dealership.  It pays well whenever I wasn’t working and it’s nice to see two breadwinners instead of it just being me).
While I was cleaning up the dishes and Brian was cleaning up Kelly of the chocolate from the chocolate chip pancakes she wanted to devour I said to him.
“Hey Brian.”
“Yeah poppet?”
“You know there are additional ways to try and go to sleep that don’t involve raising my phone bill.”
“Wait you knew?”
“Bri, I have a toddler that still wakes me up every now and again. I’m sorta trained to wake up at odd hours in the morning, even when she doesn’t need me. So who is it that you keep calling at odd hours of the night and risking a higher raise on my bill? Cause I sure as hell know it’s not Miami or the guys.”
“It’s uhh—it’s uhh well it’s…..Chrissie!”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, yeah. She-she’s just been wanting to check up on me. In fact she’s in New York for a conference.”
“Ahh I see. So you wanted to call Chrissie at a time that was convenient for her because of the time difference.”
“Yes! Exactly because of the time difference!” Brian cheered.  I turned off the tap and dried my hands off agreeing with Brian.  I then took my baby girl out of her high chair as I told him point blank,
“So you waited until it was 1am her time. That makes perfect sense.” His face dropped but he suddenly blurted out.
“Actually!” my brow raised at him challengingly.  He better come up with the best lie right now. Hell he calls me a bad liar, well he’s even worse, especially once he’s put under the radar. “It was 7pm her time. See while she was in New York for business, she’s now been transferred to—Paris.” What?
But doing that cute little nod of his and smiling confidently, he thought he could make it believable.  I would’ve continued on but I was gonna be late if I kept at it.
“Nice save.” I took Kelly into the living room and set her down in her play pin where she grabbed her stuff lion that Roger gave her for her birthday. “Alright look Bon Jovi, I know you’re producing my new album but I need you to stay here and look after Kelly since Jack is working late today and we can’t find a sitter for her. Besides Elton’s coming over for our duet song today so we can handle that.”
“Okay sure. I can keep little Kelly company. Maybe we can go for an outing in the park today.”
“No outings! Remember what that bastard reporter did last month when all of us were out?” long story short, a vulgar male photographer from an LA tabloid stalked me, Brian, Jack and Kelly while we were out for a spring picnic.  He even went as far as to shove his camera in my baby’s face.  
Had it not been for Brian and Jack holding me back, I would’ve knocked that camera right into his eye. And he’d have a camera lens for an eye for the next 20 years cause technology of today wouldn’t be able to get it out of him less he dies.
Needless to say, my name went on the tabloids the next day as Rock Angel throws Raging Rampage! Of course I did my explanation to a radio station in England and now it’s divided fans on whether I was in the wrong or right to do that.
“Oh yeah. Okay fine, we can find some stuff to do here, can’t we Kelly?” she babbled as she continued to play with her stuffed lion. “See?”
“Okay. But—promise you’ll call if anything comes up.”
“No worries mama, I can handle things from here. We’ll see you both tonight. This time I’ll cook dinner.” He said as he came up to me, cupped my face and stroked my cheeks with his thumbs.  Looking down at me with those soft blue eyes finally made me submit to his will.
“Okay, love you both.” I kissed Brian’s cheek before going over to my baby girl and gave her many kisses all over her cheek and finally heading out the door to work with Elton on our duet song.
Later that night both Jack and I returned home exhausted and tired from a long day.  As we met up in the driveway of our home, we met each other and kissed each other.
“How was your day love? Sell any good cars?”
“Yep. Managed to sell off this old ’79 corolla that’s been in the shop since they came out. And for a good price too.”
“Excellent.”
“And how was working with Elton John? You know my mom would die if she found out. She’s a huge Elton John fan, ever since she was a teenager.”
“I know. She showed me her collection of Elton vinyl’s she’s collected in the past. But working with Elton is—certainly a challenge. I mean David was tough enough but Elton—yeesh. But they both are my idols and dearest friends. They have their own way of doing things, and you have to find a compromise.”
“I’ll bet.” Just before we went back inside the house, we saw walking right up the sidewalk a women around her 30’s possibly even 40 years old.  She had curly red hair, and she had that vibrant glow about her.
“Ohh sorry, I figured you both would still be out. But I guess it had to come out eventually.” I turned to Jack and he said alarmed.
“I swear baby I have no idea who this woman is.” I turned back towards the woman and said.
“Can we help you Miss?”
“Oh right, sorry. I’m just here to return Brian’s jumper that he left at my place.” His jumper? At her place?
“Okay well I can just give it to him, and—how exactly do you know Brian? And no offense ma’am but how did you get my address?” she softly laughed.  Laughed? What the—why the hell was she laughing?! Is this chic on something?
“No worries darling I’m not some deranged fangirl or anything. Freddie told me where Brian was staying at. I’m Anita Dobson.”
Wait, wait I know that name. Yeah I know exactly who she is. She’s an actress from the soap opera EastEnders.  She’s also a singer and rumors have been speculating about her and Brian—oh god no! Oh HELL NO!!
At that point my fist clenched up and my breathing grew sharp and heavy.  I turned back towards the house and stormed towards it.
The door slammed open and I cried out.
“BRIAN HAROLD MAY!! GET YOUR FUCKING ARSE DOWN HERE NOW!!” I heard a thunderous and rapid pacing of footsteps coming down the stairs as Brian with a horrified look on his face.
“What the hell (Y/n) you’re gonna wake up your own daughter.”
“Oh no you don’t get to talk back to me after what you’ve done!”
“What did I do? I-I-I-I hadn’t done anything.”
“You call this not doing anything!?” at that moment Jack came inside the house with Anita.  Nervous she waved at Brian and greeted him.
“Hello Brian.”
“Anita? Wha—what are you doing here? I told you I would be back by the end of the week.”
“I know, I know but—you know that jumper you left over at my place at New Years, I found it.” She then took out Brian’s jumper that I had given him as a Christmas present the first time I spent my first Christmas with them.
I crossed my arms over my chest as Brian awkwardly came down the rest of the stairs and took his jumper back.
“Thanks love.”
“Someone better start talking or I swear heads will roll.” I threatened.  Both Brian and Anita shifted on their feet as Brian said.
“(Y/n), Jack. Anita and I—well……we’ve been…..we’ve been seeing each other.”
“As in—”
“Yes Jack. Anita and I have been very secretly involved with each other.” At that point everyone went silent.  At this point I was beyond pissed off.  This was just like seven years ago when I caught Adam with that blonde bitch Becky in our bed shagging each other.  Now here was Brian.
Brian May! One of the four men who helped comfort me the day after I found out I had been cheated on.  And now here he was doing, what my dick of a boyfriend did, to Chrissie!
I just……I couldn’t even look at him.
“Look. I—I didn’t mean to impose, especially to you (Y/n), maybe I shouldn’t have come.” You think?! “Maybe I should go?”
“No, no Anita I can’t have you walking out this late all alone.” Brian said as he took hold of her hand.
“Well where am I gonna sleep, here?”
“Whoa-ho!” I warned them. They looked at each other and Brian said.
“We’ll go to a hotel. I think uhh—after tonight I—might not be welcomed back here.” Anita looked at Brian and said.
“If you insist.” They walked towards the door. I beat them to the front door and locked it saying in a low, threatening tone.
“No you’re not.”
“No we’re not.” Anita enforced as she and Brian walked away from the front door. “If you both go to a hotel you’re gonna be—” I tried to ease out my breathing trying to get them mental picture out of my brain. “Doing things. I want you both where I can see you!”
“Wait you’re gonna keep an eye on us?” Brian asked in a ‘are you serious’ manner.
“That’s right Brian Harold May and I don’t care how old you are. As long as you live under my roof, you’ll obey by my rules! And that means no sleeping with your girlfriend.”
“Wow, you weren’t kidding, she can be a fierce lioness.” I heard Anita whisper to Brian and he nodded.
“Now Anita, there’s a guest room down here you can rest in. Brian, you’ll stay in your room. Jack take Anita to her room.” He nodded and guided Anita just down the hall.
Once they were gone, Brian turned to me and tried to explain everything.
“Now (Y/n) this isn’t what it—”
“Oh so you didn’t invite your hussy to my house so that you could finally bring into light that you’re cheating on Chrissie with an actress? The typical Rock Star affairs! I expected this from Roger but never from you Brian! Do you realize how sick this makes me feel?”
“I just—”
“I don’t wanna hear about it anymore! Now go to your room!” I yelled as I pointed up the stairs.  He sighed heavily and walked up the stairs, shoulders slumped and his spirit broken.
As Jack and I now prepared for bed, I didn’t speak a word to my husband as I angrily got into bed.  After a long bit of awkward silence Jack said.
“You know I hadn’t seen you this angry since Prenter went on that interview and spilled out all of Freddie��s secrets.”
“If this is your way to try and cheer me up, I’m gonna boot you to the couch for the next month.” I turned away from him, “I don’t wanna discuss this anymore till morning, good night Jack.”
“Night (n/n). Love you.” I didn’t respond back. All I kept thinking was the rage I was feeling towards Brian about this whole thing.
The next morning, Anita showered up, got dressed and Brian helped pay for her cab fair to the airport.  Once she was out of the house, Jack went to take Kelly out for a walk leaving Brian and I alone in the house.
I was currently getting lunch started cutting up some cucumbers, peppers and onions for a sauce while Brian stood on the other side of the island I was cutting on.
“So……how long have you and……” I couldn’t even finish my sentence so I just went back to rapid cutting the veggies.
“Anita and I met 2 years ago, in Beverly Hills for a premiere. I even invited her to our show at Wembley stadium when we did our last tour. She said you were phenomenal on stage.” I ceased my cutting and looked up at him.
“Flatter will get you nowhere hound dog.”
“(Y/n) seriously you’re not playing fair.”
“And you’re one to talk about fair. Does Chrissie know about her?!” Brian didn’t say a word. “See? Brian you—you know what I went through when I got cheated on. Hell you comforted me! But yet here you are doing what that dick Adam did to me! Tell me something, does Anita provide you the same sexual pleasures that you used to have with Chrissie?”
“Oh my god (y/n) how do you…..”
“When you’re friends with one Freddie Mercury and one Roger Taylor. You hear a lot more than you should.”
“It has nothing to do with sex, lust or anything like that. I—I love her. I fell in love with Anita.”
“But what about Chrissie? Your kids? Would you really leave them for that actress?”
“The kids never. But—” Oh my god.  He would willingly leave Chrissie.  Oh my god that poor, poor woman. “Listen (Y/n), I didn’t want to tell you this but—my marriage has been falling apart for years. I just—I didn’t know what else to do, but when I met Anita, she was like—a light force had come into my life.”  I remained silent as I stuck the knife into the cutting board.
“I can’t do this anymore. I—I want you out of this house within the hour.” His eyes widened and he softly said my name.
“(Y/n). I—”
“GET OUT OF HERE!!!” I shouted as I turned my back on him.  Silence once again surrounded us and it was then I heard him gently tread up the stairs to pack his stuff.  Next thing I heard was the front door opening and then closing.
A few weeks later; I was cleaning up the house while Jack and Kelly were out having their monthly Father-daughter bonding time.  
As I turned the vacuum off, there was a loud, thunderous knock at the door.  I at first jumped, startled by the knocking, but I went to answer the door.  And I was surprised to see just who it was.
“Chrissie?” for the first time in 2 years since I’ve seen her she suddenly appears on my doorstep in LA with a bag full of groceries. “What are you doing here?”
“I first came to give you this,” she handed me the bag. “And this!” that’s when I got slapped hard in the back of my head.
“Owie! Why though?” she stormed into my house as she said.
“Why did you have to fill Brian’s head about trying to make things right!?” She sat down on my couch.  “Honestly (Y/n), now there’s some ice cream in there, put it in the freezer before it melts.” I quickly did as she said and I turned towards her and asked her in complete shock.
“Wait so—you knew?!”
“Of course I knew!”
“Why didn’t you say anything? To Brian or even reach out to me?” I said as I sat beside her.  She took a deep breath before saying.
“Sweetie I hate to tell you this but—our marriage has been failing for years.” I looked at her in shock.
“What? How long?”
“It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten now. But it’s really been hard since 2 maybe 3 years now.” What? But—they always seemed happy together whenever I saw them.
“Chrissie I—why didn’t you talk to anyone about it?”
“Brian and I tried to work in marriage counseling but with the final Queen tour it got too much, and once the tour was over it—felt like we were both wasting our time. So we just—agreed to not talk or be near each other for a bit till we both came to an agreement on what to do. Plus we didn’t want to upset the kids. Do you know how hard it is for a child so see their parents screaming at each other constantly?” From what I remember my parents rarely got mad at each other, they always had the perfect marriage.
Now I’m not naïve I know that some marriages never work out.  Some of my friends I once had in secondary school had to go through their parents getting divorce and it really affected them.  Hell I can even give my aunt and uncle, they hated each other and yet they continued to stay married to each other (to my knowledge I don’t think I ever heard them say I love you to each other).
“Plus all this fighting and the arguments it hasn’t been helping Brian mentally.” My brows furrowed in confusion. “There’s—also been some stuff going on beyond just us. His father got diagnosed with stage 3 lung cancer and he’s getting sicker and sicker by the day. That, plus our marriage crumbling to bits, Brian he—he’s said if it weren’t for the kids, as well as you and Kelly…….he would’ve contemplated suicide.”
What? He—he never mentioned that to me. Oh god and now I’ve……shit.
“Chrissie if this is a way to try and guilt me, it’s working.”
“Oh sweetie I don’t mean to guilt you. I’m just telling you all on what’s been going on.”
“I knew Brian had his dark moments but—lately, especially since Kelly was born, he’s always put on a happy face around us. I just—I can’t believe I never saw it.”
“Even the brightest people can have their darkest moments.” No shit.  I mean I should know cause I’ve had those days myself.  God I feel like such a hypocrite now.
“I will say this though; ever since he did meet that—actress. He’s been more involved with the kids, he’s been more attentive to them, more loving, and involved in their lives. In fact I’ve never seen him happier than he is right now.” God now I really feel like shit. But what about Chrissie herself?
“But what about you?”
“I’ll be fine. I think—I think Brian and I have come to an understanding in the last few months that…..it’s best for us and for the kids that we get a divorce. Because at this point it’ll get too crazy. Now you little miss. You gotta make things right with him.”
“I don’t think he’ll listen to me. Chrissie I—I unleashed every ounce of anger I had. It felt like I got cheated all over again. I thought back to when—and then I thought of you and…….” She wrapped an arm around me and she said.
“Oh angel, I know you were thinking your heart was in the right place. Especially since I’m the mother of his kids and we’ve been married for over 10 years. And Brian told me what had happened to you when that bastard of an ex-boyfriend cheated on you. Being cheated on its—it sucks.”
“I agree it totally sucks.” I groaned out as we both softly laughed.
“Go get the ice cream, we can drown our sorrows in that instead of wine.” I went to the freezer and got the ice cream out as well as two spoons and we both shared the ice cream together.
After finishing the tube of ice cream, I was lying on the floor while Chrissie was sprawled out on my bed.
“Can I be honest with you Chrissie?” she hummed. “Since—you and Brian are gonna be….you know divorced, does—does that mean we won’t see each other again?” she slid down the couch to come close to me and she said.
“That’s up to you honey. I’ll tell you what; if you ever need a neutral ground to stand on, and rant about how crazy your child and future children make you, I’ll be there for you.”
“Thanks Chrissie. And I’m really sorry I screwed this up.”
“You should be. But—I forgive you.” she said as she hugged me.  As we both swayed from side to side she then asked me, “So—have you met her?” I knew that she was referring to Anita.
“Yes. You’re ten times prettier than she is.”
“That’s sweet. Could I take her?”
“With this right hook, no contest Lady Ali.” She chuckled and embraced me tighter.
After that, she left my house and she stayed at a hotel nearby before she would fly back to LA.  It was then I decided to call Brian to talk this out.  He agreed and so I was going to fly out to London to see him so that he and I could talk about this like reasonable adults.
So that night I booked a flight for tomorrow morning and told Jack what all was going to happen.  I would stay with Roger for a few days while Brian and I tried to talk things out.
When I got to London, I was sitting in Hyde Park with my shades (well an old pair of Roger’s shades he had back in the 70’s that I ‘borrowed’) on protecting my eyes from the bright sun.
“(Y/n).” I looked up and there wearing his own pair of shades was the curly haired guitarist himself.
“Bri.”
“Shall we walk?” I nodded and soon the two of us walked side by side.  There was a bit of awkward silence between us at first till I finally spoke up.
“Chrissie came to the house and told me everything that’s been going on.”
“Of course she did.” He muttered.
“You should be grateful though. Bri—I really wanted to try and forget you after hearing about what you did. But hearing about everything that’s been going on in that head of yours—I can’t believe you’d think about killing yourself.”
“It’s—I’ve got no excuse. I’ve been feeling like an utter failure these past couple of years outside of Queen. Chrissie and I just….we were constantly fighting all the time. But when I met Anita—it was like finally coming out from the water I had been drowning in.”
“I don’t condone the cheating cause—you know how I went through it. After getting both sides of the story I—I know I can’t be involved in this situation cause it’s none of my business. This is between you, Chrissie and—Anita. But…..just promise me this. Tell me again this has nothing to do with anything sexual.”
“It had nothing to do with the fact that Anita was prettier than Chrissie. Nothing about appearances, not about urges. Nothing of that sort.” I nodded.
“It’s gonna take some time. I mean hell I don’t even know if I can accept her but—I’ll try my best to not be a total bitch around your new lady friend.”
“That’s all I ask for (Y/n). I won’t force you to be friends with Anita. I just…..want you to understand where I stand on this matter.” I nodded. “Are there any other questions you have for me?”
The rest of the day was just Brian and I talking about his relationship with Anita.  How it began, when they first started falling for each other, things like that.
By the first week of May, Chrissie and Brian finalized their divorce papers.  Brian May was now officially separated from his wife and he was now freely able to stay with Anita over at her place.  I’ll be grateful that they didn’t go off and get hitched as soon as it happened.
In fact Brian invited Jack and myself to have dinner to officially get to know Anita better.  It was a calm, quiet meal with small talk of just getting to know one another on a more stable level.  
I apologized to Anita on my behavior when we first met and she immediately forgave me (Brian had told her that I had been cheated on and that’s why I had flipped my shit on the both of them).
Now I won’t get into too much after this but I will say this, it took me a year and a half to finally come around to Anita and accept her into the ‘Queen/Angel’ circle.  Cause like Brian said, she is charming, witty, sweet, loving, a bit cheeky, but she is passionate about what she does and—she is definitely a force not to be reckoned with.
Chrissie and I still kept in contact but eventually when my schedule soon started back up with recording and doing my tours again, we lost contact with each other.  And I hate to admit it but eventually all contact suddenly just ceased from her end.
Yeah I was heartbroken at first, but I had a feeling deep down that Chrissie might have wanted to just cut ties with everyone. I’m even told by Veronica and Dominque that they hadn’t heard a word from her either.
In the end, not all relationships can be successful and eventually old ties must be severed if we are to continue on in life. But in my mind I’ll still remember the support and love Chrissie gave me.
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A Not So Dreamless Sleep ~ Part 1
A Crowley x Winchester!Sister OC
Welcome to this three part series.  I’m super stoked to be posting this and sharing this with you all and you can enjoy.  I would love, love, love some feedback, it’s the longest thing I’ve written in quiet a while, and I’m really proud of it.  The following two parts will be posted the following Friday’s.
Lucy Winchester wakes up to a normal life, a life she had always wanted with a loving partner, a solid career with her brother, and a family that is complete.  The problem is, she’s knows that it was wrong, a feeling nagging away in the back of her mind, and once she figures out what is going on, the consequences bring up a whole new set of problems that she wasn’t quite ready to deal with.
This is an 18+ story.  Warnings below.
Series Warnings: Suicide, talk of suicide (fair warning, the suicide isn’t technically real in the context of the story), angst, violence, torture, severe injuries, near death experiences, NSFW content, unprotected sex, fingering, plenty of fluff and teasing, mutual pining, minor touch starvation.
Words: 8,166
Part Warnings: Suicide, confusion, angst, chronic pain, family teasing, minor violent scene
Part 1
Something felt weird as Lucy stirred from sleep.  She felt too comfortable, too at peace and warm…why was she so warm?
Moving slightly, she registers being buried underneath a duvet, a large, fluffy, duvet, and before she can help it, she yawns widely, reluctant to open her eyes, even as an alarm buzzes somewhere behind her.
Movement on the bed behind her causes her to still for a moment, her mind whirling and coming up short on just what was happening and who exactly it could be, the room going silent. She remains motionless, even as they climb from the bed and she can hear them moving about.
Lucy felt oddly unrushed, safe, and it was such a strange sensation, she couldn’t recall having a reason to not feel safe, but…somehow she knew she shouldn’t.
There is a chuckle, one that was familiar, and next thing she knew, a kiss is pressed to her forehead. “I hate to tell you this, but you’re not going to be very popular if you stay in bed all day.  That brother of yours is harder on you than you are on him.”
Frowning, Lucy finally opens her eyes, blinking in the morning light and having enough time to see a blurred figure disappear into a room on the side, a shower starting moments later.
Allowing her mind to clear for a moment, Lucy slowly sits up, her green eyes taking in the room which was neat and clean, minus a few clothes thrown over a chair on the side. Her frown deepens, the whole scenario making her feel much better off than she deserved.
Sighing, she rubs her head, feeling a headache coming on. It was too early to deal with all this.
The shower stopped and Lucy huffed and laid back down, throwing a pillow over her head, not wanting to deal with the morning and whatever nonsense was going to happen today, she decided it could all wait until her head had cleared properly.
Wrapped back up in the duvet and buried under the pillow as she was, she didn’t hear the footsteps creeping back towards the bed.
Hands suddenly found her sides and before she could even draw in a breath, fingers dug in her ribs. Lucy squealed and started laughing, twisting and turning to try and escape the onslaught from the hands, who’s owner was also laughing.  She finally managed to grip their hands, only for them to turn it on her and pin both of hers above her head, lips pressing to hers through a grin.
The kiss felt new, but somehow familiar, and if she hadn’t been giggling through the kisses, she would’ve questioned it more.
Finally, the kiss broke away and a nose nudges her.  “Time to get up love, no matter how much you don’t want to.”
She opens her eyes and meets his gaze, his lips pressing to hers again briefly before he steps away, still smiling, a towel wrapped around his waist. “Crowley?”
The weird feeling returned as she watched him, a part of her admiring him and the tattoos he had.  She didn’t even realise he’d responded to her question until he sent a smirk her way.  “Are you enjoying the show love?”
Lucy blinks and throws a pillow at him, making him chuckle.  “Shut up.  I was enjoying my sleep.”  She flinches at the increasing headache, rubbing her temples.  “And I have a headache.”
Crowley’s amusement died a little.  “Would you like me to get you some aspirin?”
Waving a hand, she yawns and throws the blanket off, finally dragging herself from bed.  “No, I’ll have a shower first, see if it helps.  If not, then I’ll take some.  Nothing like drugs for breakfast.”
He shakes his head, his smirk returning.  “You could’ve joined me in the shower, I know the perfect way to get rid of any headache.”
Lucy shoots him a look as she reaches the bathroom door.  “If you had it your way that would be your solution to everything.”
Crowley grins.  “Only for you love, I don’t know about you, but I don’t like sharing.”
“That’ll be my little secret,” She winks at him and laughs as she closes the door, his eyes narrowing a little after her.  “Relax Crowley, I’m not going anywhere without you.  It took us too long to get to this stage.”
His amused snort was audible on the other side of the door, but the conversation was soon pushed aside as she let the hot water wash over her.  It was easing the ache in her head and she let herself relax, pushing away the worrying thoughts from earlier.  This was what she’d always wanted, she decided she only felt odd because things were so right for once.
Showered and dressed, Lucy turned her attention back to the bed and started straightening it out, humming away to herself, and it wasn’t until she reached for the pillow, intending to collect the knife underneath, that she froze again.
Under the pillow was empty. Why would she have a knife under there?
Shaking her head, Lucy thought that maybe she’d had some sort of weird dream that she couldn’t quiet remember, that that was what was throwing her off and unsettling her this morning.
“Lucy, are you coming down for breakfast?”  Crowley called.
“Be down in a minute.” Lucy finished straightening up, shook off the feeling again and heads downstairs.
Her mouth waters a little at the freshly cooked bacon and eggs already plated up for her, Crowley eating and scrolling through his phone, smiling as she comes in.  “Feeling better?”
“For the most part,” She returns the smile and joins him at the table.  “It seems to come and go, so I might still take something after I’ve eaten.”
“Well, don’t go overworking yourself today,” Crowley said, the concern clear in his voice.  “And don’t let Dean bother you about every small detail.”
Lucy chuckles.  “I’m not the boss for nothing Crowley, I can say and do whatever I want.”  Her own phone buzzes and she sees a message from Dean asking when she was going to be in. “And arrive when I want, something my brother doesn’t seem to realise.”
“Don’t let your father hear you say that, considering he did leave it to both of you,” Crowley said and was about chuckle when he saw her brow knit in confusion.  “Is everything alright?”
She quickly nods and rubs the bridge of her nose as the headache returns.  “Yeah, just the headache again.  I think it’s going to be one of those days.”
Crowley hums and gets up, coming back a moment later with aspirin and water for her.  “Take something now love, you don’t need it getting worse.”
Sighing, Lucy leans back as his hands rest on her shoulders, smiling softly at him.  “Thank you Crowley, sorry I’m not great company this morning.”
He smiles and kisses her gently.  “Don’t stress over it love, just take it easy today, if you are even capable of taking it easy.”
“Maybe, because you asked so nicely.”  She pulls him back into a kiss, the two of them staying like that for a moment before Crowley sighs contently and pulls away.
“Don’t tempt me to take you back upstairs,” He growls playfully, grabbing his cleared plate and putting in the sink.  “I have far too many important meetings today.”
“Meetings you hate,” She smiles, taking the aspirin as her head throbs again.  “But I guess that’s also the perks of being in charge.”
Crowley chuckles and places a final kiss on top of her head.  “Unfortunately so.  I’ll see you tonight love.”
Lucy waves and watches him go with a smile, one that slowly fades as he disappears from sight and she hears a car start up, frowning once again as she looks around the open plan room, kitchen, dining and lounge combined, all furnished nicely but not too lavishly.  Again, the weird feeling returned, of something being wrong, but she couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was.
Her and Crowley had been happy here for a while, right?
Her frown deepened further. How long had they been together now?
There was a whine from the back door and she looks around and sees a large, black German Shepherd.  She smiles and gets up, stepping outside and sitting down, the dog quickly joining her, its tail wagging.
“Hey Juliet,” Lucy scratches her ears.  “He’ll be back before you know it.”
She whines and rests her head on Lucy’s laps, looking up at her.
Lucy chuckles.  “Don’t look at me like that, I can’t make him come back any quicker, you’re just going to have to entertain yourself like you do every other day.”
Juliet huffs and licks her hand, her tail wagging some more.
“You are a very good and smart girl,” Lucy scratches her head more enthusiastically, making Juliet whine and try and kiss her.  “You will be absolutely fine.”
Juliet finally manages to kiss her and then bounds away, tail wagging, making Lucy laugh some more. She plays with her for a little while, before checking her food and water and heading back inside, knowing she had to get moving for the day.
Lucy jumps as her phone starts ringing and she stares as Dean’s name comes up.  “Hey Dean.”
“Hey boss,” His tone was both amused and slightly annoyed.  “You planning on coming in today?”
Lucy sighs and rolls her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips.  “Yeah boss, just been trying to shake a headache first.”
There was a brief moment of silence.  “Is everything okay sis?”
It took her a moment before she realised she had to answer.  “Of course, why wouldn’t it be?”
“You don’t sound too sure of that.”
Lucy huffs a small laugh and moves, putting her own plate in the sink, deciding it can wait till later. “I’m fine Dean, just a headache that’s been throwing me off all morning.”
Dean’s hesitation was clear. “Luce…he’s not doing anything to you, right?”
“Who?  Crowley?”  Lucy laughs a little.  “No Dean, of course not.  How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need protective brothers on this?”
He mutters something on the other end of the phone.  “You know both Sam and I have our concerns.”
“I love him, that should be enough for both of you,” Lucy sighs and shakes her head, wishing the aspirin would take a hold quicker.  “Look, let me shake this headache and I’ll be in.”
“Okay,” Dean said, and she could by his tone that the conversation wasn’t over.  “But don’t blame me if I stuff any of these up, I know how particular you are with your own one.”
“Are you a mechanic or not Dean?”  She laughed. “I’m sure you can handle it until I get there.”
“I’d feel better if I’d been allowed to work on your car,” Dean grumbled.  “But that was just too much to ask, wasn’t it Luce?”
“No one touches my girl but me,” Lucy said.  “Now, bugger off and let me get a few minutes of quiet so I can get rid of this.”
“Alright, alright, you’re the boss,” Dean chuckled.  “I’ll see you soon.”
Hanging up, again Lucy is left feeling out of place, and she sits down for a moment, trying to place it.
She had a car?
It takes a moment, but she hunts down the car keys and moves out to the garage, stopping dead in her tracks as she stares at it.
A 1965 red Ford Mustang convertible.
Her chest ached as she stared at it, reaching out and gently touching the hood, before her hand slides along it, admiring it.  She’d always wanted one as a kid, had been her favourite even above the Impala that he dad drove around in.
The chest ache grew worse and she stepped back for a moment, blinking at it.
How did she get this car?
She pulls out her phone and finds Crowley’s number, generic texts back and forth from the previous day filling the screen until she starts to type a new message, one that she stared at after she sent, the wording feeling odd, but right.
Did I sell you my soul to get this car?
There was a moment of silence as she waited for a response.
Haha, very funny.  More like I had to sell you my soul to get you away from it.
Lucy licked her lips. That didn’t seem right.
Well, she is beautiful.
Don’t rub it in love, I might just get jealous of it.  It’s bad enough seeing you working on it all weekend at times.
The tension in her shoulders eased and she sighed.  She does have one disadvantage.  I can’t tease her like I do you.
You wound me, and you are definitely going to pay for that later.
Lucy laughs to herself and jumps in her car, the top already down.  Soon, the fresh air seemed to be doing more than what the aspirin could. She didn’t drive anywhere in particular to begin with, just enjoying clearing her head and the wind whipping through her hair.
Finally, she turns and heads towards work, deciding it wasn’t worth putting it off any longer, lest she get a roasting from Dean.
Winchester Restorations seemed to always be busy these days, and being mostly handled by her and Dean, it was sometimes stressful.  John and Bobby would join them when it got too bad, but officially the two of them had retired from the mechanics life, passing it over to Lucy and Dean who’d all but grown up in the workshop.
She yawns as she enters, tying up her messy brown hair, just in time to hear a thud followed by an ‘ow’.
“I hope you’re not hurting those cars, Dean,” She teased, eyeing off the three Mustangs in the shop, Dean’s head poking out from underneath the hood of a black one.  “The client’s paying a lot of money for us to get these in tip top shape.”
“Says the one that’s late,” Dean replied, rubbing his head.  “And I’m fine by the way.”
“It’s only your head,” She shrugged.  “It’s not like you use it anyway.”
Dean threw a dirty rag at her, making her laugh, and soon the two of them are at ease, working away on restoring the cars, conversation light when one of them wasn’t focused on a task.
After several hours work, both of them successfully dirty, Dean called a lunch break.
Lucy throws him a beer from the fridge, and the two of them sit in a small patch of sun out the back of the shop, more interested in their drinks than the sandwiches sitting in their laps.
Dean watches Lucy out of the corner of eye, her gaze distant as if her mind was far away.  The silence dragged on for a few more moments before he clears his throat.  “So, how’s the head doing?”
“It’s manageable,” She said, followed by a small shrug.  “It’s kinda like a constant nagging feeling at this point.”
“Nagging?  Last I checked Bobby wasn’t around.”
The two of them share a laugh.
“If it only were that type of nagging,” Lucy sighed a little and hesitates, she wasn’t sure whether to tell Dean that the longer today had gone on, the more out of place she felt. “Have you heard from Sammy recently?”
Dean raises an eyebrow. “What?  On his honeymoon?  Are you kidding me?  I don’t need to be involved in any of that.”  When he sees Lucy frown, his expression grows more worried.  “He’ll be back late tonight Luce, but you know that. I still think they’re coming home too early, but you know him and Jess, family is family, even though they should now be more worried about each other.”
“Jess…” The name sounded strange to her, like it was some long forgotten memory, and it wasn’t until she caught Dean’s look that she realised she’d even said anything out loud. “Right, of course.  Um…why are they coming home early?”
“For…us,” Dean said slowly, frowning at her.  “You know, our parents insisting that we have family birthday celebration tomorrow night? No matter how old the two of us get.”
Lucy smiles.  “You mean me getting to celebrate watching my little brother get a year older.”
Dean snorts.  “You’re thirteen minutes older bitch, I get to watch you go grey first.”
She chuckles, but it hangs a little hollow in the air, very aware of Dean watching her.
“Lucy,” His voice is soft. “What’s going on?”
Sighing, Lucy picks at the label on her beer.  “I don’t know.  Ever since I woke up this morning I’ve just felt out of place, like…this isn’t real, or I don’t belong here.  It’s weird, but anytime I seem to think on something too much, this damned headache gets worse, but no matter I do to get rid of the headache, it just keeps coming back. I feel like I’m going crazy Dean, and not in a good way.”
Dean frowns.  “Does Crowley know this?”
“No,” She rests back, closing her eyes.  “It’s only been as the day’s gone on that it’s been plaguing me more and more.  I don’t want to worry him with anything while he’s at work, he’s got enough on his plate as it is.”
He is silent for a moment thinking.  “Why don’t you and Crowley come over for dinner tonight?  I’m sure Lisa won’t mind and I know Ben would love to spend more time with his aunt.”
Her head throbbed painfully and Lucy winces, sitting up straight with a sigh.  “I…I dunno Dean, I don’t want to worry everyone,” She shoots him a look.  “And you hate Crowley.”
“I don’t hate him,” He said, a little amused.  “I just don’t like him, there’s a difference.  I’m sure I can put up with him for a couple of hours, not to mention he’s virtually family at this point anyway.”
“Wow, how did that taste in your mouth?”
“Terrible,” He chuckled. “Repeat it to anyone and you’re dead.”
Lucy laughs softly and breaks away from his gaze, pausing for a moment, Dean waiting for whatever she wanted to say.  “You know…making the bed this morning, I expected there to be a knife under my pillow. I went to pick it up, like it was completely ordinary, and then stood there confused when there was nothing there. I can’t escape this feeling that all this safety is just…wrong.  I don’t need to burden you and your family with that.”
“Well, the offer is there.” Dean said quietly.  “And as for the whole…feeling thing, it could just be one of those days Luce, you know, when you wake up thinking it’s Friday but it’s Monday type thing.”
“Maybe…” She said quietly without looking at him, but Dean could tell by the slump in her shoulders that she didn’t believe him.
It reached about 3 o’clock when Dean sent her home, letting her know that he would cover the rest of the afternoon and that she needed to rest, her face having turned pale  and her hands clammy.
She didn’t bother with aspirin this time, heading straight for the liquor cabinet and pouring herself a glass.  As she sits heavily on the lounge, she shoots Crowley a text letting him know that she was home early, that the head hadn’t cleared.
Each sip that burns down her throat seemed to ease the pain, but in doing so brought more thoughts to her mind, things that didn’t quiet add up, her stomach churning away.
Lucy didn’t remember dozing off, but a warm pair of hands on her shoulders soon disturbed her from sleep, stirring and opening her eyes enough to see Crowley standing behind her, making her smile softly.  “Hey…”
“Hey,” He said quietly, smiling but concerned.  “How are you feeling?”
“Okay,” She leans into arm. “I could use a cuddle.”
Crowley chuckles softly and kisses the top of her head.  “Let me go get changed and then I’m all yours.”
Lucy hums and waits for him, half dozing again, realising just how much the headache had taken out of her.  A soft sighs leaves her as Crowley joins her on the lounge and pulls her carefully into his side, fingers brushing through her hair.
“How was work?”  She mumbled tiredly.
“Boring, as usual.” He said lightly.  “Although, I did get to fire someone.”
“Bet you liked that.”
“It certainly changed the day up,” Crowley gently brushed her cheek.  “There were lots of tears and yelling to the point security had to be called, nothing you have to worry about of course, he had just messed up for the last time.  I keep warning them all that I can only give so many warnings.”  There was a pause.  “How was your day?”
Lucy relaxes further into him.  “Ordinary, Dean being Dean, nothing unusual apart from the headache.”
“Ah, any insults thrown my way again?”
“You could say that, each time Sam and Dean talk, I can’t decide who likes you less,” She gave a small chuckle.  “Although, Dean did invite us around for dinner.”
“Oh, I’m sure that would be lovely.”
She moves a little so she can look at him.  “That was nice for him Crowley, give him some slack.”
Crowley smiles. “Maybe, because you asked so nicely.”
Lucy snorts and the two of them chuckle before she snuggles back into him.  “This is nice, we should do this more often.”
His hand, which had returned to her hair, pauses.  “We do this every night love.”
“Well…more than that then.”
He remains still for a moment longer before he chuckles softly and continues.  “Maybe we should have a holiday, we don’t even have to go anywhere, we can sit here like this all day.”
Lucy smiles.  “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“Juliet would certainly like it.”
“You know if you don’t take her for a walk tonight, she’ll start chewing through the fence.”
Crowley hums a little thoughtfully.  “Probably, maybe I can sick her on Dean.”
“Crowley…”
He chuckles.  “I know when to play nice love.”
Lucy makes an indignant noise, but doesn’t move, curling up tighter and closing her eyes.
“Did you want some dinner?”
“Later, I’m comfortable.”
“Hmm, and if I’m hungry?”
“I’m sure you can manage for a little while.”
“Oh, the things I do for you.”
“You love me.”
Crowley chuckles, just letting her lay there quietly, content for the moment that this was how they were going to spend their night.
The next morning, Lucy happily awoke wrapped in Crowley’s arms, her head feeling clearer.  She yawns and stirs a little, snuggling in closer to him, a sleepy chuckle reaching her ears before kisses are pressed into her hair and face, making her giggle.
“Happy birthday love,” Crowley said sleepily.  “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Much better thank you.” She tilts her head enough so that their lips can meet, their kisses soft and lazy.  “Do we have a plan for today, apart from work?”
Crowley smirks and captures her lips in a deeper kiss, gently pushing her onto her back, making her smile, a small moan leaving her, her hands burying into his hair.
She broke away from the kiss to draw in a breath, shivering as Crowley continued the kiss down her jaw and throat, his hands slipping under her shirt.
“You know we’re going to be late if you keep this up.”  She said, a little breathlessly.
Crowley lets out a low growl.  “We’re in charge, they’ll manage.”
He slips her shirt off and Lucy arches into his touch, biting her lip, tugging his mouth back to hers, her legs wrapping around him, making him moan and start to grind against her.
That was when a bolt of pain shoots down her spine, making her gasp, the headache from the day before returning tenfold.
Crowley breaks away instantly, his expression worried at her very pained expression.  “What happened?”
Lucy groaned, her eyes screwed up against the pain, a tremble going through her body.  “I…I dunno.  Fuck that hurts.”
She whimpers as he moves away, curling up in on herself, the pain in her back easing slightly, but doing nothing against the pain in her head.
Crowley returns a moment later, a glass of water in hand.  “Here love.”
Her hands are shaking as she takes it, eyes blurred and barely making out the tablets in his other hand.  With his help, she managed to down them, draining the glass of water, before wrapping her arms around him, burying into his chest, more pain bolting through her.
His hands are gentle as he rubs her arms.  “Do you want me to get you to a hospital love?”
Lucy shakes her head, despite the pain.  “No, it should ease up.”
“Lucy…”  His voice was filled with concern.  “You’ve never had anything like this before.”
“I know,” She whimpers. “But please…not today…I can’t…”
She didn’t know how long she was there curled up in his arms, but Crowley didn’t move until she did, the pain having eased, but it was clear from her expression and the paleness of her face that she wasn’t going to be up for anything.
Crowley brushes her hair back gently, still worried.  “How are you feeling?”
Licking her lips, she manages to sit back on the bed slowly.  “Ah…I could use some more water…”
He nods and grabs her glass, disappearing quickly and returning with a glass and a jug, both full. She takes it and drains it quickly, not understanding why she was feeling so parched.
His hand rests on her knee. “Love?”
Lucy sighs and nods, feeling better.  “I’m…I’m okay, I just…need to rest I think.”
He doesn’t look convinced. “I’ll give Dean a call, let him know you won’t be in, then I’ll call my office.”
“Crowley, you don’t have to…”
“I do,” He said softly. “I can’t leave you here like this. If something happened I would never forgive myself.”
Lucy shudders against another wave of pain, not anything like the first, but still very prevalent and she forces her eyes shut.
“That settles it,” Crowley said firmly, but gently.  “I’m not going anywhere today, and neither are you.”
“But we have dinner tonight…”  She whined a little, turning away from the light that even behind closed eyes felt too bright.
“Well, let’s hope it’s cleared up by then,” He moves and kisses her forehead softly.  “Get some sleep love, let me handle today.”
Lucy spent most of the day sleeping, much to her own dismay, it wasn’t exactly how she wanted to spend her birthday.  Crowley would check up on her constantly, usually including food and fresh water, and she had a quiet chuckle to herself when she woke up at one point and Juliet was curled up on the bed next to her.
It was late afternoon before the worst of the pain had eased and she managed to drag herself to the bathroom to have a shower, it helping to ease some of the last of it, only left as a niggle in the back of her mind.  Crowley joined her and made sure that she was alright, making sure that she didn’t rush and trigger anything again.
“We don’t have to go,” Crowley said, watching as she slips her shoes on later that night.  “I’m sure they’ll understand you haven’t been well.”
Lucy smiles a little wearily at him, the tiredness still in her eyes but colour had returned to her cheeks. “I’m okay Crowley, I promise, I feel a lot better than I did this morning.  Besides,” She stands and moves to him, her arms wrapping around his neck. “I’m sure you don’t want to miss a Winchester celebration, it’s always one hell of an event.”
Crowley doesn’t look convinced.  “Right now, my concern is you.”
“Then let’s go,” She said. “Because I want to go, I’m not going to have my whole birthday be a total bust.”
He sighs and relents, resting his forehead against hers for a moment.  “If you feel anything close to what you did this morning…”
“You’ll be the first to know, I promise,” She kisses him softly and can’t help but let a small smirk come to her.  “And if all goes well, when we get home we can continue what we were doing this morning.”
Crowley finally gives a small smile in return and the two of them finally leave, Crowley driving. Lucy doesn’t miss the sidelong looks he gives her as they drive, but she decides to ignore them, letting the cool night air wash over her from the open window, breathing deeply to keep any remaining pain at bay.
They reached her parents’ home and there was a round of greetings and concerns about whether she was alright.  It took a little while, but through some laughter, eventually everyone settled back down and she got to ask Sam and Jess how their honeymoon was, while Dean made faces behind Sam’s back, Lisa hitting him to stop, making him laugh.
For such a small group, there seemed to be a lot of talking, but with the talking was a lot of laughter, and Lucy could feel herself relaxing a little, letting the noise wash over her, even excitedly talking with Ben over the latest video game that was due out soon, only being stopped by Lisa who dragged him outside to help set the table.
Lucy finds herself alone for a moment, and she watches her parents interact out by the barbeque, a soft smile coming to her as they laugh together, Mary hitting John on the arm with a towel.  The longer she watched though, the more the moment seemed wrong, the smile fading from her lips and something tugging from deep down in her memory.
Dean comes in and throws her a beer, one she barely manages to catch in time as he sits down next to her. “Lucky you didn’t drop that.”  He looks at her carefully.  “So, you sure you’re okay? You’re still looking very peaky.”
Lucy nods.  “Says the one that just threw me a beer.”  She could feel Dean’s gaze on her, knowing that the usual jibe wasn’t in her vice.  “I’m fine boss, you don’t have to check up on me.”
“Sure I do,” Dean said. “What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t?  Not to mention, I’m a valued employee, I need to impress the boss.”
She gives a small laugh, before her smile slowly fades, the memory tugging at her again.  “Dean…did we ever go hunting as kids?”
He frowns.  “What makes you ask that?”
“I don’t know,” She said quietly, looking out the window again at Mary and John.  “It just…came to me, as I was watching Mum and Dad, this weird memory of hunting…”
Dean thinks and slowly shakes his head.  “No, I don’t think so.  Mum never liked the idea from memory.”
“Huh,” Lucy frowns, trying to ignore the new twinge of pain starting in her mind.  “So we don’t…Dad never taught us to shoot?”
“Oh yeah, he did that,” Dean said, smiling at the memory.  “You and I both made Nationals one year, man that was fun.”
“He taught us on a shooting range?”  She asked, confused.
“Well, yeah?  Where else was he going to teach us?”  Dean leans forward to look at her, even as she carefully avoided his eye.  “Luce, are you sure you’re okay?”
She had no answer for him, more memories coming through, some she didn’t want to ask about, her gaze wondering back to her parents.
She’d mourned her mother, although, she was just a little too young to remember all of it, each memory seeming vague.  Many years later, as an adult, she’d mourned her father, something that had devastated her at the time.
What was this?
“What are the two guest of honours hiding away in here for?”  Sam asked loudly as he enters, grinning between the two them.  “I know we said we’d all set up, but that doesn’t mean the two of you can just sit in here and do nothing, or have both have you really gotten that lazy?”
“Cute Sammy,” Dean said. “I think being on your honeymoon has addled your brain on who has a physical career here.”
Sam laughs.  “Physical career?  Sitting there drinking beers all day?  Now that’s cute Dean.”
Lucy huffs a laugh and nudges Dean.  “Leave Sammy alone Dean, he came back early for us, remember?  I think it’s more he didn’t get his brain addled enough.”
Dean laughs loudly, even as Sam flushes.  “Aww, are we spoiling your fun times?”
Sam rolls his eyes, smiling. “You’re spoiling something, but I’m going to give you the satisfaction of knowing what.  Are you two going to come outside or what?”
A sharp pain made Lucy flinch slightly, rubbing her fingers over her temple, a faint high pitched ringing starting in her ear.
“Uh…yeah, sure.”  Dean said, casting a worried glance at Lucy. “We’ll be out in a minute Sammy, just give us a sec.”
Sam’s grin drops and he looks between them for a moment before looking at Lucy, who’s gaze had gone distant, her discomfort clear.  “Is everything okay Luce?”
Sam…Sam had been studying to be a lawyer, but he’d never gotten the chance to put it to use, he’d escaped the life altogether until…until Jess was killed…the same way as Mary…
Dean had been with Lisa for a while, but then…then he’d had to erase her memory of him…to…to protect her…protect her from what?
Lucy’s expression screws up in pain and she pinches the bridge of her nose, drawing in a deep breath, trying to force whatever this was into clarity, her head throbbing.  None of this was real, was it?
A hand rests on her knee and she meets Sam’s gaze as he crouches in front of her.  “He hasn’t done anything to you, right?”
Sighing, Lucy stands, suddenly irritated.  “Why is it that that is the first thing you guys go to?  No, it’s fine, we’re better than fine, so just keep your noses out of it.”
Sam holds up his hands, apologetic.  “I’m sorry Lucy, this has just seemed to come on suddenly, we’re just worried, that’s all.”
“About the wrong things,” She said, frustrated.  “Honestly we have more important things to worry about than what Crowley is doing and whatever he might be…be…”  The words stopped on her tongue, trailing off, not even entirely sure what she’d been about to say.  She grits her teeth and glares between the two of them, just catching their shared worried look.  “Look, I love Crowley, and neither of you are ever going to change that, got it?”
They both nod, remaining silent.
“Good.”  She snapped.  “Now, I’m going outside.  I need some air.”
Lucy storms away before either of them can stop her, the back door swinging a little wildly as she hits it.
“Hey!  Easy on the door!”  John called, but Lucy ignored him, going and standing in the middle of the yard, staring at the sky as she draws in several deep breathes.
She knew that eyes were on her, but right now, it didn’t matter, she had to get her focus back here, back in this moment, whatever else was going on, could wait.
“You okay there kiddo?” John asked, approaching quietly. “You look rather distressed.”
Lucy lets her shoulders relaxed.  “I…I don’t know Dad, I feel like I don’t know anything right now and it’s frustrating me. There’s just…there’s something going on and I don’t know what to do about it, or how to handle it and…ugh…”
John gives her a small smile and wraps an arm around her shoulders.  “Welcome to the wonderful world of adulthood sweetheart, nothing ever makes sense.”
She gives a harsh laugh and looks at him.  “That was cute when I was eighteen Dad.”
He grins.  “Got you to smile didn’t it?”
Her laugh is softer this time and he gives her shoulder a squeeze.  “Come on, just enjoy tonight, tomorrow I’ll come round to the shop and help out whatever way I can, how does that sound?”
Lucy nods slowly, smiling. “Okay…I think I can manage that.”
“That’s my girl,” He gives her shoulder another squeeze and kisses her temple.  “Now, come on, I’d hate for those boys of mine to get all the best cuts of steak!”
There was denials from Sam and Dean, but Lisa, Jess and Ben were quick to jump against the two of them, starting a round of laughter around the table as Lucy takes a seat next to Crowley, his arm wrapping around waist as he leans into her.
“How are you feeling?” He asked quietly.
She pats his leg and smiles at him.  “I’m fine, just had a moment with Sam and Dean, that’s all, got me a bit agitated.”
His gaze is concerned, but there was no time to ask anything else as food was handed around the table and everyone got to dig in.
The more the others talked and Lucy could sit and listen, the more comfortable she felt.  Soon, whatever had happened earlier was at the back of her mind and she was comfortably joining in with the others.
The time came for cake and there was a round of cheers and applauds as Lucy and Dean were forced to the head of the table, both grinning a little awkwardly as the worst rendition of happy birthday was sung and they had to blow out the candles, something that quickly ended up in a food fight to see who could get the most cake on each other’s face.
Luckily, after a similar incident the year before, Mary had made two cakes.
“The joys of competitive children,” Mary said, putting down the second cake and starting to cut it up. “I should make you two eat that one.”
This earned another round of laughter, but soon settled as cake was handed around.
Dean, who had drastically lost, shot a glare at Lucy across the table.  “You cheated.”
Lucy smirked at him. “A lady never cheats Dean, she just uses what she can to her advantage.”
Dean’s retort was cut off by a ‘hear, hear!’ from Jess and Lisa, who promptly broke into giggles and firmly distracted Dean from Lucy.
As things began to wind down, she found herself helping Mary start to clean a few things up, barely even registering Crowley and John moving further into the yard to talk.
“You shouldn’t be helping me dear, especially when you haven’t been well,” Mary said, smiling at her. “And on your birthday to boot.”
“Don’t be silly,” Lucy said, dumping a pile of plates into the sink.  “I’m hardly going to let you do this all by yourself.”
Mary pats her cheek affectionately.  “What would I do without you my girl?”
Lucy smiles at her and then stares down at the sink, as she did, the feeling returned, and she found herself motionless for a moment, staring at the bubbles.  A flash of blue makes her frown, and she closes her eyes, hoping to chase it away.
Your mother was never in this part of your life, you haven’t seen her since you were four, since she was killed by Azazel.  Your father taught you to hunt but he was a broken man, he did his best, taught the three of you to survive, and then saved Dean’s life with his own.  This isn’t real.
Her heart pounded, there is another flash of blue, this time behind her eyes, and she presses her fingers to her eyes, the ringing returning to her ears.
The three of you managed to kill Azazel, but not without the cost of Dean’s soul.  You and Sam did your best to try and fix it but the Hell Hounds came, the two of you going your separate ways until Dean was brought back by Castiel.
Castiel?  Why was that name familiar?
This led to a whole new problem, of seals being broken and Lucifer being set free from the cage.  Crowley helped but he was still-
“Lucy?”  A hand shook her slightly and she starts, looking back around at Mary, who was watching worriedly.
“I-I’m fine!”  She stammered, staring back at the sink and starting to wash the dishes, perhaps a little hastily.  “Just-just got lost in my thoughts for a moment.”
Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears now that she didn’t know whether Mary replied, she could barely even hear her own thoughts, panic sitting in her throat making it difficult to breathe, her head throbbing from whatever that voice had been, the voice that sounded so much like her.
“Luce? Sweetheart?”  Her head snapped up and she looked at John, feeling oddly frozen in place, everything feeling distorted, even as he gives a sympathetic look and holds out his hand.  “Come on, I want to show you something.”
Not knowing what else to do, she went along with it.  This was her family, her home, she could trust everything and everyone here, right?
There were some candles set up outside and Crowley was standing there looking a little nervous, but still casting her that smile that she loved.
There was something about Crowley…
She barely even registered as John’s hand left hers, leaving her in front of Crowley. Nothing felt real. Nothing felt right.
Crowley took her hands in his.  “I know it’s only been a couple of years Lucy, but in all honesty, nothing has ever made me happier and I can’t see myself being with anyone else, and so, very much in front of your very nosey family, despite your brothers well versed accusations, I have something to ask you.”
This should’ve been the happiest moment of her life, but instead, she found herself staring with wide eyes as Crowley gets down on one knee and pulls a ring out of his pocket.
“Will you marry me?”
It was like her head exploded, more memories flooding forth, that blue light burning her eyes, tears starting to roll down her cheeks.
Crowley is a demon!  That’s why Sam and Dean don’t like him!  This isn’t real.  This isn’t real.  This isn’t real!
Her own voice was loud in her ears, her heart breaking.
We are Hunters, we’ve tried this life before and it’s never worked. We always end up back on the road. I know this is what you want because this is all I’ve ever wanted!  But please! SNAP OUT OF IT.
The crystal clearness of the thought made everything suddenly snap into place, drawing in a sharp breath as her hunter instincts kicked back in and she understood what sort of world was being shown upon her, she understood why it all felt so wrong.
None of this was real. This was a wish.
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck!”  The words stammered out of her mouth before she even registered them.
She’d been stupid, hunting alone, and now she’d ended up here, a slow feast to be drained day by day by day.
“Fucking Djin!”  Lucy spat, ignoring the confused glances from her family and an especially concerned looking Crowley.  “Oh Crowley, I’m so sorry…”
Her chest hurt, her mind working a hundred miles an hour, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked around a little wildly, knowing that she had to get out of this now if she wanted to survive.
Dad still taught us to shoot.  There was a gun in the house.
Lucy’s feet were moving before she thought about it, adrenaline pumping through her blood. She could do this, she could still beat this damned thing and hopefully get herself out without dying.  It wasn’t a pleasant thought but there was no other choice.  She wasn’t going to die like this.
She took the stairs two at a time, ignoring the shouts after her, and she bursts into John’s office, quickly hunting down the pistol in his desk draw and checking whether it was loaded.
Crowley reached the room first.  “Lucy, what are you doing?”
For a single moment, she hesitated, the desperation and confusion clear in his gaze.  Lucy’s heart hammered in her chest, knowing that this could be the only way that she’d ever get to live like this, but then, it also really wasn’t living.
Her heart broke further, knowing what she was going back to, knowing that her true feelings could never be revealed to the one she loved, that it would end in nothing short of disaster. “I’m sorry Crowley.  For what it’s worth, in another life, at a better time, should we even dare…if you asked, I would’ve said yes.”
With that, she put the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger.
Adrenaline still coursed through her veins as she jerks awake, hanging up by her wrists in whatever dirty, dingy warehouse the Djin was keeping her in, and through gritted teeth, the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, she managed to move, getting motion into her stiff body, ignoring the pain and light-headedness threating to overtake her, feeding on the adrenaline and anger at having been caught like this.
The Djin approached with a scowl, blue light filling the room as he came for her.  Lucy swings her legs up, hitting him square in the chest, giving her a moment longer to try and fight free from whatever he’d tied her wrists up with.  He was quick to recover though, moving swiftly to grab her, his hand reaching for her head, determined to put her back under.
“I don’t think so fugly!” She spat and twisted out of his grip, managing to swing a little, her feet barely touching the ground.
There was a pillar behind her, one she kicks off, building more momentum and kicking the Djin down again. Her feet hit the pillar again, only this time she ensure she hits a hidden mechanism she’d built into her shoe, a silver blade sticking out, one she promptly uses as she turn and kicks out at the Djin approaching her again.
It only knicks him, but it was enough to slow the attack, enough for her to be able to plant a firm foot on his chest and swing the other leg in, the blade burying into his skull.
The Djin dropped, dead, Lucy letting her legs drop, swinging back and forth a few times before she stills, breathing heavily, her heart pounding.  It had all happened so fast, she wasn’t entirely sure if she’d ever be able to really tell what just happened.
Her body relaxed, out of danger, and that was when the real tears started.  God, she hated Djin, she hated Djin so much, her body trembling at the memory of all the desires it had pulled forth and twisted into its own sick game.  Her head was hurting and she honestly wasn’t sure whether it was from the memory alone, or whether or not she’d actually been hit.
She had to get out of this. She had to get away from here.
Looking up, she realises that getting her wrists free was going to be no easy task, and as her head reeled, she realised that she’d been out a lot longer than what she originally thought.
She’d lost a lot of blood.
Lucy quickly lost track of how long she struggled to try and break free, of how long she hung there, desperately twisting and turning this way that.  Her arms were burning, her chest heaving, and she could feel herself getting weaker and weaker.
This is not how I die.  She told herself hotly, ignoring the heavy tears still rolling down her cheeks.  This is not how I die!
Eventually though, the exhaustion was too much, her body hanging limply as she fought to get air into her lungs, to focus herself.
Out of options, and feeling weaker by the minute, she begs for help.
“Sam?”  Her voice breaks into the empty room.  “Dean?  You guys haven’t heard from me in a while right?  You’re out their looking for me?  Tracking my cell?”
The silence was deafening.
“Castiel?”  Her voice croaked, her head hanging, not wanting to look around her anymore, the feeling of defeat creeping up her spine.  “I know we’ve never seen eye to eye, I know that we’ve had our differences, but please, I could really use a hand right now.”
The silence dragged on and dry sobs left her, no more tears coming, darkness starting to setting in.
“Crowley…”  She pleaded as her vision goes dark and the peaceful state of unconsciousness sets in, her voice breaking, knowing that, despite what she’d just been through, the chances of him coming were so small.  “Please…”
She remembered no more.
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fictionalabyss · 5 years
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Almond milk lies.
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Pairing : Sam x Plussize!Reader, Dean.
Word count : 1,776
Warnings : Adult breastfeeding / Drinking breastmilk, Camming / implied Cam sex.
This series was commission by @arses21434
Part 1 of Milk.
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“Dean?” Sam kicked the door shut behind him and started for the small round table. “Breakfast.”
“You got coffee?” Dean’s voice was coming from the bathroom and muffled.
“Of course I got coffee. Who do you think you’re talking to, here?” Sam put the tray of coffee’s down, as well as the containers that held their to go breakfasts from the diner up the street.
He was pulling off his outer layer when Dean came out of the bathroom, suit pants on but still shirtless, as he wiped at his freshly trimmed, barely there beard with a hand towel. Dean crossed the room towards the small table tossing the towel down and unlodging a piping hot take out cup from the tray. Pulling back the lid, he raised it up to his mouth only for it to get get snatched out of his hand. “What the hell?”
“That's mine.”
“Coffee is coffee, Sammy.” Dean grabbed it back, shooting his brother a look as he brought it closer to his lips once more. “Just grab the other one.”
Needing to think fast, Sam blurted out the first lie That popped into his head. “That one has almond milk in it.”
Dean froze. “Almond milk?”
“Yeah.” Dean's eyes darted down to the brown liquid gold and winced. “Exactly.” Sam once again took the coffee from his brother, and this time placed the other in his hand.
“Why can't you drink regular milk like a normal person.” Dean grumbled, peeling back the lid and taking a sip as he turned away from the table, his free hand scratching as his chest as he went for his duffle bag.
“Because I like it.” Sam took a sip and closed his eyes, savouring the coffee that held the slightest taste of something that wasn't almonds. It tasted like home. It tasted like you. It wasn't almond milk in his coffee. He had ordered it black and added your pumped breast milk himself. And in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be at your tit and drinking it down straight from the source. He'd been gone from you three days too long at this point and he just wanted to be home. Thank god for the insulated lunch bag filled with frozen milk and ice packs you’d overnighted to him, and he’d already hidden deep in the cooler of ice and beer.
“Alright, let’s hurry up and eat and get this over with.” Dean’s voice pulled Sam out of his reverie as he dropped into the chair, button up shirt still open as he took one last sip of his coffee before he put it down on the table and grabbed for a container of food. “What? What’s up?” He glanced up at Sam as he opened a container and pulled out the plastic fork. “Something new I should know about?”
“Nope.” Sam sat in the opposite chair and pulled the second container closer. “Just can’t wait to get home.”
“Mmhm.” Dean hummed, shoving scrambled eggs into his mouth, quickly followed by a slice of crispy bacon.
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“Hey, Sammy.”  Sam sat on the edge of his bed, laptop on the bedside table, smiling as your face lit up his screen and your voice filled his ears as he adjusted his buds. “Dean already asleep?”
“Yeah.” You shifted, and more of you came into view. He groaned seeing you topless, your soft rolls in full view, and pumping. “God, I miss you.” You chuckled softly, and goosebumps prickled his skin.
“You miss me? Or you miss the milk?”
“Both.” Sam eyes closed, his head falling back and you chuckled again. “I’m fed up with cold milk already. Tired of drinking it in my coffee in the morning. I wanna wake up to those beautiful things in my face, full and leaking, and I want to drain them.”
“I had to wash your pillow this morning.” Sam’s eyes opened and his head came back down to look at you. “I cuddled up to your pillow last night, and I guess I held onto it a little too tight, because I leaked all over it.”
“You’re killing me.” Sam could almost smell it, the scent of you that was burned into his memory, a scent he craved so bad.
“I know you got the package.” Sam nodded. “Did you just grab the bag? Or did you pull out what was under?”
“I got the shirt.” Sam reached into the duffle bag at his feet and picked up the undershirt you had sent. It was worn, that much was obvious. There was dried milk where you had leaked onto it, and he could smell a lingering of sweat on it when he brought it to his nose.
“I know it’s not the same, but I thought you might appreciate it.”
“I do.” Sam’s voice had deepened.
“I was running around doing errands and cleaning in it yesterday. No bra.” Sam groaned again and held the shirt in his teeth as he reached down to adjust himself. “Hard already?”
His mouth opened, and the shirt fell to his lap. “Always when it comes to you.” He watched you bite your lip as he palmed himself through his boxer briefs.
“When are you coming home?”
“Should be done here tomorrow. Just grabbing a few hours before we head out and kill the damn thing.”
“So, then I probably shouldn’t tell you how wet I am, huh?”
“Fuck.”
You chuckled softly. “I missed you too, Sam. I miss your lips on me while you rut against my thigh, relieving the pressure in so many ways.”
“I’m not getting any sleep, am I?” Sam shifted, hand going under the material and gripping himself tight.
“I could hang up-”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” His eyes locked on yours on the screen. “You take your pills to keep up supply?”
“I did. And I pump every time I get full. Even pumped in the car at the grocery store.” Sam’s hand tightened on his cock again with a groan, it was no secret he had a bit of a kink for public places. Especially feeding in them.
“What are you wearing?”
“Nothing.” You reached out, moving the camera further away from you so he had a full side view of your body lounging in your shared bed. You bent a knee and watched his face, loving how easily you got to him. “Sam?”
“Hm?”
“I want to see, too.”
Taking a quick glance over to be sure Dean was still asleep, Sam licked his lips and moved to sit with his back against the headboard. He put the laptop by his knee so you had a good view of his bare chest. “Good?” You nodded and waited, and Sam rewarded you by freeing himself through the fly and giving himself a long, sure stroke.
“And you say I’m beautiful.” Sam chuckled, wondering if you could see his face redden in the dim lighting from his screen. “Can you do me one more favour tonight, Sam?”
“Anything.”
You put the pump aside and shifted how you were sitting, knees bent and spread, and placed the laptop between them. You watched Sam bite his bottom lip, his brow furrowing as his hand picked up it’s pace at the sight of you on display for him. You pinched a nipple with your thumb and forefinger, causing a bit of milk to leak out and run along the curve of your breast before dripping onto your stomach, while your other hand went between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your clit and teasing it.
“Tell me again how much you miss me.”
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“Son of a bitch, it’s hot.” Dean dropped into the driver's seat of the Impala, pulled up the bottom of his shirt and wiped the sweat off his face with it. Reaching into the back seat, Dean popped open the cooler with the intention of grabbing a beer. Feeling something that wasn’t a glass bottle, Dean pulled it out. “Why’s there a water bottle in here?” He was about to toss it back in, but changed his mind. It had been hot as hell inside that damn warehouse, and the nest had been tucked away in the boiler room. He remembered the million and one times that Sam had nagged at him to drink water instead of beer when hot, something about alcohol dehydrating you further.
Well, he was hot, and he could feel the sweat on his skin again, so he decided this one time to listen to Sam. Not like Sam was here to gloat about being right, he was still inside cleaning up the last of the mess.
Twisting off the lid of the stainless steel bottle, Dean brought it up to his lips and tilted it back, letting it fill his mouth. His brow furrowed as he swallowed it down, pulling the bottle away from his mouth, his face scrunched up as he tried to look into it. That wasn’t water, and it wasn’t booze. So what the hell was it.
“Sammy?”
“Yeah?”  A moment later Sam came out, wiping his hands on his jeans, not paying his older brother any attention.
“What is this?” Sam looked up as he neared, and stopped in his tracks. “And don’t tell me it’s water.”
“Did you drink it?”
“Yeah, I drank it, what the hell is it?”
“Shit.” Sam cursed, annoyed with himself for not hiding it better. A conversation about his kinks wasn’t exactly what he needed to have with his older brother right now.
“Sam?”
“It’s milk.”
“Your weird not real milk, milk?”
Licking his lips, Sam shook his head. “Breast milk.” Dean made a face of disgust, the cap falling from his hand to the gravel below, and he toss the bottle towards Sam just to get it away from him. Sam lunged forward, not quick enough to catch it before it hit the ground, but he scrambled for it before too much could spill out. “Careful, Dean. Do you know how long it took Y/N to fill that!?”
Dean was up from his seat and hurrying towards the back of the car making a gagging noise. “Shut up, Sam! You need to shut the hell up right now!”
Sam grabbed the lid, twisting it back onto the bottle. “It’s not that weird, Dean. And it’s pretty-”
“We are not having this conversation right now.” Dean held out his hand to stop him. “Not while I can taste your girlfriends.. breastmilk on my tongue. Okay? Just- shut up.” Sam waited patiently while Dean took a few deep breaths. “I mean, you could-a warned a guy!”
“Sorry.”
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mellicose · 5 years
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Anon request: tenth doctor, hands, fluff ❤😍
This is something that’s been brewing in my head for a while - a tender moment between Ten and Wilf before the fall.
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The TARDIS hummed melodically in the background. She was showing off for Donna’s grandpa, and the Doctor was a bit irritated at her.
He had told her so many times the reasons why he did what he did, but she gave him her usual green-hued disapproval. Still, what’s done is done, and there was nothing else to be done about it-
“Ey, boy,” Wilf said quietly. 
The Doctor was lost in thought. Dread pressed into his skull like a vise, and no amount of Time Lord logic seemed to diffuse it. Something was coming. Something big. Huge. His hearts fluttered in his chest. He resented the battery acid tang of fear in his mouth. Lately, it’s all he tasted. He hadn’t eaten in days.
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“Boy,” he said, patting his shoulder. The Doctor jumped, and gave the old man a fierce look that made him stumble back.
“Doctor,” he said tersely, and kept fiddling with his hyperdimensional defibrillator – it was acting tetchy at the moment. There was something jamming it, but he couldn’t imagine anything so huge as to jam it. At least, not in Earth space.
“Alright. Doctor,” he said, nodding. The Doctor instantly felt guilty for being so harsh. And immediately after, irritated for being guilty. The old man was basically an interloper in a tense battle between him and the Master, and…
...he didn’t know whether he could protect him, properly. It made him vibrate with despair to think that something might happen to Donna’s grandfather. He had already caused enough havoc in her family.
The man pulled off his red cap to expose a shock of white hair. He cleared his throat. The Doctor saw the echo of Donna’s eyes in his, and it made his throat tight.
“So … the TARDIS. The time and relative-
“-Dimension in space, yeah, mate. You got it,” he said impatiently. He was on the metal grating floor near the center column. His coat spread around him on the floor like a sheet. A sheet that Wilf stood on with his dusty oxfords.
“Ye said before this thing has many dimensions folded into it-”
“Infinite dimensions,” the Doctor corrected, and hit a metal pipe with a wrench. The TARDIS hiccuped with disapproval. Wilf’s eyes widened.
“She really is alive, ain’t she?” he said excitedly, looking around. He didn’t dare leave the Doctor’s side for fear he might get lost, and he didn’t want to bother the tall, mysterious alien, but biology forced his hand. “Ahem, er, d’you reckon there’s a toilet for ... em ...?”
The Doctor froze and looked up at him, his face serious. Again, Wilf took a step back, but the Doctor’s intensity came from guilt, not anger. Of course he needed a bathroom. And how long has it been since they’ve been together? At least two days, and he also hadn’t taken a bite.
“The bathroom is over there,” he said, pointing to a dark portico just beyond the heart of the TARDIS. And I’ll take to the kitchen when you get back.”
His eyes followed as the old man nearly ran to the facilities. He felt so … thoughtless. It was Donna who insisted the TARDIS have a toilet available nearby, and not 5 right turns, 2 left turns, and a stairwell away. The edges of his mouth twitched.
“You say you’ve been around humans for ages, but you act like you have no idea about their little foibles, do you?” she said, hands on her hips. “The kitchen’s a hour’s walk away! I hardly want to go on a bloody hike to get my morning cuppa.”
He smiled. Her voice echoed in his brain, brassy and beautiful.
“It’s an adventure. You can discover all the hidden rooms along the way,” the Doctor whispered, and remembered Donna’s rolling eyes.
“A hike. An adventure. Imagine all that nonsense just to get some beans on toast,” she said, and stomped off, to his delight.
He missed her. And having Wilf around was only pricking the old wound.
Wilf came out, his face relaxed. “Thanks, Doctor. I thought I’d have to ask whether there was a rest stop in the Milky Way,” he said, smiling.
“Are you hungry?” the Doctor said, wiping his hands on the end of his coat and standing up.
“I could do with a proper tea,” he said, nodding. “A bit of beans on toast.”
His hearts hurt.
“Follow me,” the Doctor said, and went down the stairs and into a wide hallway.
“I swear I’ve been poking around the control room for hours, and I didn’t see,” Wilf said, looking around in wonder.
“She knows where I want to go, so she makes the crooked ways straight,” the Doctor said, walking fast in front of him. He took a sudden left turn, and his coat snapped smartly behind him. Wilf had to jog to keep up, but he didn’t mind. He was in an alien spaceship, about to eat in an alien kitchen. He wondered whether they called it something else. Did they have those crazy machines that made food out of thin air, like in the sci-fi shows on telly? Was it gonna be exotic, or weird and wonderful-
They turned again, and the Doctor stopped.
“Blimey,” Wilf said, scratching his head. The Doctor smiled. It wasn’t a weird and exotic room. In fact, it looked exactly like their kitchen back home.
“Donna set it up like she wanted,” the Doctor said, and plopped down in an overstuffed chair with green polka dots.
“Did she just?” Wilf said. “I wonder-” he walked to the cabinet by the refrigerator and opened it. He laughed. “Ha! Baked beans!” It was exactly where they kept their canned goods at home. He looked around at the spacious counters, and spied the bread box. There was a bag of bread in, and not the horrible whole wheat dross his daughter usually bought. It was the plain ol’ white pan bread that he and Donna preferred.
The Doctor watched him navigate the kitchen familiarly, getting a pot to warm the beans, and fetching the cheese from the icebox. He stared in it, and grabbed a packet of raspberries, Donna’s favorite.
“When’s the last time you stocked the icebox?” Wilf said. The raspberries were in perfect condition, although Donna had been back for ages.
“I assure you, they’re perfectly good, as is everything else in there,” the Doctor said, standing and popping one in his mouth. He loved them too. What a funky little fruit – both tender and crunchy with seeds.
“But, how?” Wilf said, closing the icebox and turning on the stove.
“Time stops in the icebox,” the Doctor said simply, as if it wasn’t the strangest concept Wilf had ever heard until that moment.
“What did you say?”
“When you put something in the icebox, it’s as if you’re suspending it in time. It’s a great way to preserve leftovers, I’ll tell you that,” he said, eating another raspberry.
“So … those berries could’ve been in there since...”
“I think they were here since before my regeneration,” the Doctor said, grabbing the whole packet and sitting back down. “They taste like the 80’s.”
Wilf looked at the bag of bread. “And this?”
The Doctor furrowed his brow. “No, that’s all Donna. She loved her buttered toast.”
The beans bubbled on the fob as he popped two slices of bread in the toaster.
“And what do you eat?” Wilf said.
“My metabolism’s different, so I don’t need to eat like you,” he said, his mouth still pink with raspberry juice. “But I could eat like you. I love a good English breakfast. Eggs and bacon and a cheeky sausage? It’s the best,” he said, patting his flat belly. “Especially after a good sleep.”
“But I suppose you don’t do much of that either,” Wilf said, looking at him curiously. It had been two days, and the alien had not stopped.
“Nah,” the Doctor said, tipping his head to the side. “But it’s lovely sometimes. Helps pass the time,” he said, and polished off the last raspberry. He bounded up and stared into the pot. “Tea up soon?”
“You’d like some? I’ll toast more bread,” Wilf said, smiling.
“Might as well,” the Doctor said, giving him his first smile. “It’s dreadful eating alone.”
Wilf burst into laughter. “You know it! So does my Donna!”
The Doctor took off his coat and hung it up in the hook by the door. He wore his usual dusty brown suit. He sat at the table as Wilf buttered toast at the counter. He loved the sound of buttering toast – that  delicious bready grindgrindgrind as you work the butter deep into the bread, and way it melts and gleams temptingly on the uneven brown surface, softening it just slightly. He especially loved dipping it in a milky tea, and seeing the butter form glass bubbles on the surface…
Tea!
“I’m make us a cuppa,” the Doctor said, jogging to the cupboard where Donna kept the teabags. “It’s a miraculous thing, tea. Real brain food.”
“I agree. Morning’s not the same without one – or a couple,” Wilf said, spooning the steaming beans on a piece of toast with a couple thick slices of cheddar on them. “D’you take cheese?”
“Nah,” the Doctor said. “Just butter. Loads of butter,” he said, looking over the old man’s shoulder as the kettle started to boil on the fob. Wilf spread a generous knob on a piece of toast, and the Doctor’s left eyebrow rose as he was about to put down the knife.
“You want more?” Wilf said, refraining from a chuckle.
“Yes! It should be butter on toast, not toast with butter,” the Doctor said, rolling back on his heels. “Don’t be shy, man. I’ll work it off.”
“That you will, boy,” Wilf said, and buttered until creamy pools of the stuff formed on the craggy surface of the bread. The kettle screamed, and the Doctor jumped into action, grabbing cups and teabags and milk and sugar and cream and lemon-
Did he take lemon in his tea? He couldn’t remember. It was nice to have, just in case.
He put it all at the table and waited for Wilf to bring them their banquet. Wilf placed a steaming plate in front of him.
“There ye go, boy-er, Doctor. Tuck in,” he said, and sat opposite him.
“I’ll do the tea,” the Doctor said, pouring the steaming water into the large, apple-red cups. They waited a few beats as the water swirled amber around the teabags, then began to prepare it how they like. The Doctor added everything at the table. He hadn’t eaten in ages, and he was suddenly ravenous. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a cuppa. Perhaps a few days. Maybe 3000 years. Who knew.
Wilf watched him manically pour and squeeze and stir in silence as he ate. He was so young. A looker, to be honest. He wondered whether Donna ever thought so too. There was no way to ask now, anyway. The Doctor slurped loudly at his ridiculous cuppa, then started in on the toast. He ate like a teenager, barely chewing. He inhaled the plate, and looked hopefully at Wilf’s.
Wilf pushed the half eaten plate across the table.
“Ta,” the Doctor said, and ate. Wilf waited patiently, and kept his face neutral as the Doctor finished every bit, then licked both plates.
“Hit the spot, did it?” the old man said.
“Didn’t think I liked cheese,” the Doctor said frowning pensively. “But I think I do. Good stuff.”
Wilf sipped the warm tea. “Now that me belly’s not rumbling, it got me to thinking,” Wilf said.
“What about?” the Doctor said, slinging his long legs over the arm of his chair.
“This place – all the stories – you are extraordinary. It’s like a dream, but it’s real. A ship with endless dimensions, and fully fitted kitchen-”
“You should see the bathing pools,” the Doctor interrupted. “One of them has tiny, carnivorous fennic fish – they eat dead skin, so when you get in they tickle you, and you come out gleaming,” he said with a grin. Martha thought it was a laugh-” the light suddenly went out from his eyes, and he seemed to deflate into the chair.
“Doctor,” Wilf said. He waited for him to come back into himself.
“Yes?” the alien said.
“How could Donna forget the unforgettable? I could live a thousand years and not forget even this. Sitting with you here, in this magic box, eating beans on toast. Not in a million years.”
The Doctor’s jaw muscles tightened, and his brown eyes twitched with emotion. He leaned forward and fiddled with the teacup. Then, surprisingly, he reached over and pressed his fingertips into Wilf’s temples. His touch was gentle, and his fingertips were still hot from holding the cup.
Wilf remained still. His long, pale fingers looked so human. Masculine. He wondered whether it was just a façade, like some of the sci-fi shows. Maybe he looked strange and wonderful, and his spiky hair and long, lean form was just an image he projected into his brain-
“It’s not a projected image,” the Doctor said, shaking his head. He withdrew, and stared at his hands. “I really look this way. Now. It might be a thousand years or a day, and I will look different.”
Wilf’s heart was going triple time. “You can read minds?” he said, stuffing his knit cap onto his head, seemingly for protection. The Doctor chuckled.
“A little. Well, yes. But I haven’t been able to read psyonic waves through thin air for a number of regenerations, so you don’t won’t be needing the hat,” he said, pulling it off and handing it to him.
“Oh. Right then,” he said, flushing.
“Psyonic waves?” Wilf said.
“For human beings and many, many other species, consciousness isn’t quite what it feels like. In its essence, your thoughts are electrical impulses shooting off in your brain. And not only that. Emotions. Memories. It’s all stored in your biological computer, and sadly, can be manipulated.”
Wilf nodded slowly. “Biological computer. It makes sense,” he said.
“I don’t mean to diminish the vast and wonderful twists and turns of human consciousness and their capacity for being absolutely brilliant, but … it is what it is.”
“Yeh,” the old man said.
“When I realized Donna was in danger, I simply … deleted certain things from her biological computer. For her safety ... as well as her sanity,” he said haltingly. He felt like he was confessing a crime. He didn’t mention certain protection protocols he might’ve added to her DNA, but the old man didn’t need to know everything.
“Deleted?” he repeated, nodding. “Did it hurt?”
“Only for a nanosecond. A bright burst, and she was safe,” he said, swallowing hard. He missed her sarcastic mouth and her endlessly kind heart. He was so dreadfully, tragically lonely. He had nothing but the beans and toast in his belly and a grim outlook of his immediate future. She would make him feel better by teasing him about his moping. She would poke at him and laugh her laugh and convince him to go on a visit to M’adelixis 7, where they had the best cream floats in the galaxy, and all would be well for a while.
But he didn’t have it. He didn’t have her. And he was tired, no, absolutely exhausted of losing.
“You’re shaking, Doctor,” Wilf said, putting his hand on the Doctor’s shoulder. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” the Doctor said abruptly, and shook his hand off. He wouldn’t be able to hold it together if this man, with the echo of Donna’s cornflower blue eyes, kept giving him a sympathetic look.
“So, just a quick touch and everything’s gone,” Wilf said as he tidied up. He gave the Doctor a sidelong glance. “You didn’t mess about with anything earlier?” He nearly dropped a teacup. The thought hadn’t occurred to him, but-
“No,” the Doctor said. “And I didn’t see much. Just that thought about the aliens on television,” he said, giving him a crooked grin. Wilf walked up to him and took his hand in his.
“Lookit that,” he said, studying the Doctor’s large hands. “Just a touch is all it took.”
The Doctor gently stepped back and put his hands in his pocket. Wilf went back to washing up.
“Doctor?” he said softly.
“Yes?” he replied.
“Donna trusted you, so I trust you. But I don’t need to forget any more than I already have,” he said. “I’m old, and and I live on memories.” He wiped his hands with a tea towel and slung it over his shoulder. “You felt Donna needed to forget, and she has. She’s happy now, and I’m grateful to you. But I don’t wanna forget. Don’t make me forget,” Wilf said, and his eyes gleamed with tears.
“Don’t you worry, old man,” he said, patting his shoulder. “If Donna trusted you, I do too. You won’t say a word about all you’ve seen, will you?”
“Now’t,” Wilf said, shaking his head vigorously. “But what a story I won’t tell. An alien in a box that travels through time! What a yarn.”
“Good,” the Doctor said, kicking the floor with his scuffed sneakers and smiling wistfully. “Good man.”
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skellyagogo · 5 years
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Drunk Clint
Summary: All Avengers out at a Club except you, Clint texts you. 
Pairing:  Clint Barton, X reader
Warnings: language.
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It was a rare lazy quiet night in the Compound, Tony had dragged everyone off to a new club that had just opened in town.  I wasn't in the mood for all that nonsense, the loud skull splitting music, throngs of people pushing and shoving me around acting like it was dancing, watching everything with a pair of tits try and get into the V.I.P. area to be near Tony, Steve, and Thor.  Usually, I didn't mind such things as much but I reveled in the idea of a night to myself, the whole compound in utter silence.  No one pestering me to help them train, or getting dragged into the lab only to be used as an extra pair of hands to hold whatever Tony was fiddling with.  No paper airplanes flew around my head while I was trying to read in the lounge, or Steve pestering me to go out with this 'great guy I know, you'll really hit it off.'
I laid back on the couch, book in hand, eyes drinking in every word, the crackling of the fire in the distance, the stereo playing soft jazz.  I was content in the solitude of it all, they'd only been gone a couple of hours and it felt like a month of joyous silence.  My phone buzzed playing his contact song, it brought a smile to my face, it was childish on my part.  A stupid song I'd hope would give me the courage to tell him how I felt anytime I heard it, but the thought of those steely eyes looking at me, possibly telling me no always made me waver.  I grabbed the phone grinning like an idiot.
Where are you? -Clint
Sitting on the couch reading.
But Steve said you'd be here?!  :(  -Clint
Sorry to disappoint, I wanted a quiet night.
Fine then :P  -Clint
I laughed to myself shaking my head, he must be bored out of his mind watching everyone without me there to talk to.  Every other time we went out as a group, it'd be him and I huddled together making a pile of wadded up little balls of a napkin to shoot at everyone else through straws while trying to look innocent when someone noticed they got hit. We've flirted for ages, but when he never took anything further, I figured it was just how he was a playful flirt.  I went back to my book and I'd made it a couple of paragraphs before my phone buzzed again.
Too bad you're not here, you just missed Tony getting a drink tossed on him- Clint
Damn it, did you take a video?
Afraid not, but knowing him, it'll happen again. You should come over here, I'm bored without you - Clint
I'm reading a good book, you dork. :P
You could read me. I'm hard and full of wisdom, I'm better than a book ;)  -Clint
Lol, omg are you drunk already?
Maybe...needed a little liquid courage tonight, but that didn't go as planned -Clint
Why on earth would the Great Hawkeye need liquid courage?  :o
There was no reply from him, I sighed and went back to my book.  I made it through a few pages before my phone buzzed again.
How come you're not sitting here next to the love of your life?  We could be out on the dance floor making Cap blush.  I know you think I'm hot and sexy, come on girl, get over here.  You know you want to kiss this-Clint
What?!?!?!
Again there was silence, no reply. I sat up on the couch, confused, rereading the previous texts thinking I'd missed something, fifteen minutes dragged by.
Ignore that last text, Wilson thought he was funny stealing my phone -Clint
He's not wrong you know
Lol wait...what?!  -Clint
You are hot, especially with that sexy little smirk you flash when you're all cocky like you're probably flashing right now. Those luscious lips just begging for mine every time you look at me. The way your eyes follow my hips when I leave a room.  You got it bad and you can't even admit it  ;)
You think I'm hot?!  Are you drunk?- Clint
You know for someone who never misses, you sure missed all the signals I've been sending your way since the day we met.  It's okay, I love you anyway :P
I was pretty proud of myself actually, it was out in the open now, playing coy didn't work, hints didn't work, direct had to work, no more being shy about it.  It was easier admitting because I couldn't see his face, lose myself in those eyes and clam up.  After moments of no reply, my heart dropped, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Fuck why'd I say anything at all?  My phone rang, it was Nat.
"What did you do?" She laughed into the phone.
"What do you mean?" I was worried, I jumped off the couch and started pacing the floor.
"We all saw Wilson take Clint's phone when he got up to go to the bathroom. When Clint got back and saw what Sam wrote to you, he chased after him trying to punch him in the face."
"What?  Really?" I was dumbstruck.
"Yeah, but what did you just say to him a few moments ago?  He's sitting here with a goofy grin on his face staring off into space like his brain is broken mumbling your name.  Cap's waving his hand in his face as we speak."  She laughed hysterically. I could hear Clint's nervous laughter in the background and my name.  
"I'll be right there, don't let him leave!"
I raced into town, I jumped out of my car throwing my keys at the valet snatching my ticket out of his hands, I jogged through the club trying to find everyone.  I saw Nat waving at me from the second floor, racing upstairs, my heart in my throat.  I tried to steady myself as I saw my team, smiling, smirking and laughing as they watched Clint in an utter daze.  I could tell by his ears, he was mumbling something that caused Wanda to smile and say 'awe'.  I was in flip flops, my favorite pair of ripped jeans, a faded black Def Leopard t-shirt I'd stolen from Clint ages ago, I was vastly underdressed compared to the rest of the group.  It felt like an eternity walking up to him, Sam winked at me, I glared back, it made the group laugh.  With my hand on Clint's shoulder, I spun him around in his chair, his eyes met mine and went wide, that cocky little smirk of his on his face.
"Don't go all weird on me now Bird Brain," I smirked. His hand went to my face, thumb stroking my cheek, I could tell by glaze in his eyes he was a little drunk, his cheeks flushed red.  
"You..."  he sighed.
"Yes me," I rolled my eyes at him.
"You said you loved me." His words slurred as he grinned at the rest of the table.
"That I did, and I've said it more ways than one over the years Mr. Oblivious." His face contorted into one of confusion and sorrow.
"Then I am a terrible boyfriend.  Steve am I a terrible boyfriend?"  His eyes furrowed looking at Steve.
"Technically you're not dating her Clint, so no you can't be a terrible boyfriend."
"Well, shit, that makes it worse, doesn't it?  Y/n, you wanna go out with me sometime, how about just marry me and skip all that stuff?"  He smiled flashing that little smirk.
"I'd love to, but for now how about we get you home, pretty sure you're in for a fantastic hangover in the morning."
"WOO!" Clint yelled punching his fist in the air causing people around us to stare oddly, "I'm going home with the hottest woman in here, suck on that bitches."  Everyone at the table just lost it laughing.  I wrapped Clint's arm around my shoulder and mine around his.
"Come on Cassanova let's get you home."
It wasn't too much of a struggle getting Clint upstairs to his room, I sat him down on his bed, slid off his jacket and took off his boots before pushing him back on the bed.  He turned over and curled up into a ball, his back facing me.  I walked into his bathroom grabbing a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water, setting it on his nightstand. I was about to creep out of the room when he called my name.
"Y/n, wait," he said sleepily.
"Yeah, Clint?"
"Would you stay with me, nothing funny I swear."  I couldn't help but smile, that big stoic ass was nothing more than a big softy behind closed doors.
"Sure, scoot over."  I kicked off my flipflops and crawled in behind him nestling up close, my head resting on his, mouth close to the crook of his neck, I draped an arm around his chest, his arm held tight to it, fingers intertwining with mine, he sighed.
"Thanks."
"You alright Clint?"
"I am now." A soft snore left his lips.
"Hey, Clint?" I whispered, my breath tickling his skin.
"Yeah?"
"Why'd you need liquid courage tonight anyway?"  I could feel his heartbeat racing, his breathing heavier.
"Been a giant moron," he mumbled, "couldn't say I loved you without help."  His room filled with his deep laugh followed by loud snoring.
He awoke the next morning with a massive headache and a raging hangover, he sat up and glanced to where he'd sworn I'd been the night before to a note that made him laugh.
Take the Tylenol tough guy, yeah I know you can 'handle' a hangover, blah, blah, blah, just take it, drink the water and meet me in the kitchen.   - Y/n
He dragged himself towards the kitchen, hand on his head, wearing sunglasses indoors to avoid the light.  He looked worse for wear, but as he got closer to the kitchen, the smells wafting out the door made him grin ear to ear, coffee, bacon, eggs, and pancakes.  He stepped through the door to see me sitting at the table book in one hand, sipping coffee with the other.  
"Morning sleeping beauty, your head alright?"  I whispered anything louder would have been cruel and unusual punishment for him.
"Did you...did we?"  He brows scrunched together, he was trying hard to remember something.
"I slept in your bed, yes, but we didn't sleep together yet if that's what you're angling at,"  I smirked.
"Good, good,"  I stifled a laugh,  "shit I mean. I'm glad we didn't, that's something I'd prefer to remember."  That cockiness oozing out of his mouth.
"All in due time I suppose, I mean you do have a lot to make up for being a terrible boyfriend and all," I giggled.
"I did say that didn't I?"  He smirked.
"Yeah it was funny, Tony got a lot of it on film actually."  Clint face palmed himself, "fuck. I'll never live this down."
"Probably not, but fuck it who cares, you got to go home with the 'hottest woman in the place so suck it, bitches.'"  I started rolling laughing in my seat, he shook his head reaching for his coffee, taking the bacon off the plate in front of him.
"Did I say that too?"  
"Oh yeah, and it's all over the internet thanks to Tony.  Now just relax, drink your coffee and we'll head back to your room and plan our revenge."  I smiled.
"See that's why I love you," he grinned leaning in to kiss me before taking a sip of his coffee, his eyes wide. "Deathwish coffee?!  Fury and Stark banned this remember, after our last prank war, you know when you bedazzled Fury's eye patch and stayed up all night painting all of Tony's suits hot pink?"  
"I'll need you alert and wired for revenge darling.  No one puts up embarrassing videos of my man on the internet but me."
"Anything you want my sinful Angel."
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Dean feels like he’s just fallen asleep when Sam kicks him awake and shoves a laptop in his face.
“Dude, check this out. People are going missing in Poughkeepsie, New York. Eight in the past six days.”
Bleary-eyed and staring up at Sam, he tries to take a second to process the words that just came out of his brother’s mouth. It’s too early in the morning, and it’s been too long since he’s gotten a good night’s sleep. Frowning, he sits up and runs a hand through his hair, sighing. “Fine, but I’m showering first.”
“Awesome, I’ll drive.”
“You will not!” Dean shouts over his shoulder as he steps into the bathroom. “I just fixed her, you can keep your grubby hands off, thank you very much.” He shuts the door, rushing through a shower. Ten minutes later, teeth brushed and dressed in clothes that at least smell clean, he steps into the room and lets Sam have the bathroom. Their bags get tossed in the trunk and Dean sits in the car, leg bouncing while he waits for Sam.
They’re on the road fifteen minutes later. Dean swings by a coffee shop and treats himself to a donut, munching on it as he drives. It’s a long way to Poughkeepsie, and he’s gotta do something to keep himself awake.
They pull into town late at night, so he heads for the first motel he sees. It’s a slightly more upscale one than they normally stay in, but it’s the same price, and neither he nor Sam are gonna complain about nicer digs. Sam gets a room while Dean drags their bags out of the trunk. Bags end up on the chairs surrounding the tiny table under the window, and both Sam and Dean collapse on the bed for the night.
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Dean wakes up to Sam shuffling papers around on the table and cursing. As much as he’d like to roll over and go back to sleep, they’ve got a case to work on. “What’s up, Sammy?”
Sam sighs and Dean can almost hear the eye roll. “None of these victims have anything in common. I’ve been pouring over their informations for a couple hours now, and there’s nothing.”
“There’s gotta be somethin’,” Dean replies with a frown. “Or we’re dealing with a monster that doesn’t give a shit who their victim is. Maybe we just have to find out how they came in contact with said monster.”
Sam turns to glare at him. “What exactly do you think I’ve been doing all morning, Dean?”
Dean raises his eyebrows, putting his hands up. “Jeez, man, chill out. Why don’t you go get us some breakfast and I’ll look it over with a fresh pair of eyes?”
Sam rips his jacket off the back of his chair and storms from the room. Dean watches him with raised eyebrows, pushing himself out of bed and over the the table.
It’s… a lot of research. With a sigh and lamenting the fact that he doesn’t have coffee for this, he digs in.
By the time Sam gets back, he’s nearly halfway through, and he simply holds a finger up to Sam while he finishes the page he’s on. A coffee and pastry are plopped in front of him and Dean is eternally grateful for his little brother.
“Alright, so you’re right, they don’t have anything in common. More than likely, we’re dealing with something that has no preference what it kills and possibly eats. Did you get autopsy reports?”
Sam sighs and nods. “Drained of blood. I was kinda thinking we might have a pack of vamps, but there were only needle punctures on the victim’s arms, and all of them had given blood recently.”
“Whoa, hang on, they’d all donated blood?”
Shaking his head, Sam shuffles through some of the papers and sets a few in front of Dean. “Most had, yeah, but three of them had to give blood for a doctor’s check-up. They all went to different places and had their blood drawn by different people, though, so nothing there adds up.”
Dean deflates with a frown. “Huh. Guess we’d better ask around town then, see if anyone’s seen anything weird lately.”
One long day of talking to locals behind them, and they’ve still got nothing. Every single person they’d talked to was tight-lipped about what was going on in town, and the one person they’d managed to talk to that wasn’t had only pointed them to an old warehouse that’s been deserted for decades.
“Great,” Dean mutters, kicking a rock across the similarly-deserted parking lot of said warehouse. “Now we get to stake out a crumbling warehouse in the hopes that somethin’s gonna go bump in the night, and we both know damn well nothing will.”
Sam rolls his eyes at him, grabbing his gun. “I’m gonna go check the outside of the building, see if I can find something. You coming, or are you gonna stay here and bitch?”
Dean scoffs, grabbing his own gun and barely resisting stomping his feet like the toddler he feels like at the moment. “Fine, let’s get this over with.”
They split up when they get to the building, Sam heading around the left while Dean takes the right. They meet up in the back, straddling overgrown weeds and garbage with matching looks of disgust.
“Anything?” Sam whispers, sighing when Dean shakes his head. “Me either. Back to the car, then.”
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“Good morning, Dean,” a husky voice purrs against his neck. There’s a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin below his ear that has Dean shivering and snuggling back against the person behind him. A person much more solid than he was expecting. Tensing, he shifts to face the person behind him. “You okay, babe?”
Dean looks the guy over, just a little off-kilter. “Uh, yeah, just… a weird dream, I guess. Morning.”
The guy leans in for a kiss, and Dean really can’t think of a reason not to, so he lets his eyes slip shut as soft, plush lips meet his. The hint of scruff rubbing against his own is delicious and has a heat building low in Dean’s belly in moments. He’s still a little uneasy from his dream, so he pulls back from the kiss with a soft smile. “Breakfast?”
The guy—god, he really wishes he could remember his name—smiles at him and stretches, all lean muscle and soft skin brushing against Dean’s side. Eventually, after a few more languid kisses, they push themselves out of bed and head to the kitchen.
“James,” Dean mutters under his breath, letting out a relieved sigh when he finally remembers his boyfriend’s name. Apparently it’s gonna be that kind of a morning.
“Eggs and bacon okay? I’ll make them if you make the coffee.”
Dean grins. “Hell yeah, man, your breakfasts are the best.” He presses a kiss to the back of James’ neck before he turns to get the coffee started.
Soon enough, the smell of coffee and bacon fills the kitchen, and Dean honestly couldn’t think of a better morning if he tried. He finishes setting the coffee up well before James is done, so he leans against the counter with his arms crossed over his bare chest and admires his boyfriend as he cooks. He’s beautiful. Bed-ruffled brown hair, chocolatey-brown eyes and a dusting of hair just above his boxers that has Dean wishing he could see more.
“I’m almost done, I swear,” James says with a laugh, smirking when she sees the confusion on Dean’s face. “You look like you wanna eat me.”
At that, Dean smirks back. “Maybe after breakfast. Gotta have something to look forward to, right?”
Dean doesn’t miss the dilated pupils just before James turns his attention back to the food and now he’s more than a little excited for what happens after breakfast.
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Dean gets home from work three days later to find Sam sitting in his living room. Frowning, Dean sets his bag on the floor and kicks his shoes off. “Look, just cause I gave you a key doesn’t mean you can just hang out when you’re bored.”
“Dean,” Sam gasps, springing off the couch. “Wow, I didn’t think that would work. Listen, this isn’t real, okay? A bunch of djinn ambushed us.”
Dean frowns. “A bunch of… what? You been drinkin’, Sammy?”
“Dude, no, come on. You have to remember. We were checking out a case in Poughkeepsie and we went to stake out this old, decrepit warehouse one of the locals told us about.”
Raising an eyebrow, Dean shakes his head. “You okay, man? You hit your head or something? Spare bedroom’s made up if you wanna go lay down.”
Sam lets out a frustrated groan, running a hand through his hair. “We were at the warehouse, we checked the outside of the building, and then a couple of them jumped down on us and attacked us. By the time I got the one off me, you were already gone.”
“Dude, seriously, did you take something? I don’t really want your drugged-up ass here when—”
“Babe? You home yet?”
Dean flinches when he hears his boyfriend’s voice. Sam gapes at him as James rounds the corner and stops in his tracks.
“Oh, uh, I didn’t realize… Right, I’ll just head upstairs, I guess.” His fingers brush the small of Dean’s back as he passes, out of Sam’s line of sight. When he’s upstairs and out of sight, Sam turns a confused glance Dean’s way.
“I didn’t know you were into dudes.” Sam frowns, head tilting to his right after a moment. “Actually, no, that explains a lot.” Shaking his head, Sam sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. “Right, whatever, not the problem here. This isn’t real, Dean. You’re in a dream world. He’s not real. You’ve gotta wake up or you’ll die in here.”
Right, well, so much for explaining himself. Rolling his eyes, he sits on the couch and puts his feet up on the coffee table. “Seriously, man, whatever you’re on, I don’t want any part of it.”
Sam glares at him. “I’m not messing around here, Dean. Wake up!”
Maybe Sam’s right. He doesn’t really remember anything before waking up in bed with James a few days ago, which is weird. He’s not really sure what a djinn is, but Sam seems to know what he’s talking about. Maybe this is all fake.
Suddenly everything goes blurry. He can’t see Sam anymore, and it feels like his apartment drops out from under him. He thinks he yells out something, but he can’t hear it.
“Dean. Dean!”
Blinking wearily, his eyes focus to find Sam standing in front of him, pure terror on his face. He only has a second of confusion before everything comes flooding back—the warehouse, the djinn attacking them, Dean getting dragged away despite his best efforts to the contrary and being strung up and bled. Frowning, he glances up and spots the needle in his arm, still draining him of his blood. Sam’s hands reach up, but they go right past the needle and cut the rope holding Dean’s arms in the air. All the sudden weight on his legs makes him stumble, but Sam catches him and hands him a rag after he pulls the needle out.
“We gotta go, there’s way too many of them. I saw six that attacked us, and at least two more inside. We can’t do this on our own.”
Dean can’t really walk, so one arm gets flung over Sam’s shoulders and he’s basically dragged back to the car. Sam deposits him in the back seat and out the back window as they drive away, he can see ten dark figures in the shadows of the buildings.
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It takes Dean about two weeks to regain his strength after their djinn encounter. They’re far away from Poughkeepsie at that point, but they’d gotten confirmation a week ago that the entire nest of djinn was taken care of, thanks to a few of Bobby’s hunter friends.
“It’d make a good code word,” Sam says over breakfast one morning, a slight smirk on his face.
Dean raises an eyebrow at him, more than a little confused. Most of his attention is focused on their current case, some weird deaths at a soon-to-be-closed inn.
“Poughkeepsie,” Sam explains, like that’ll actually let Dean figure out what the hell he’s talking about.
“Code word for what?”
Sam snorts. “Drop everything and run? It’s literally what we did.”
Dean frowns, but nods after a moment. “Yeah, probably should have one for somethin’ like that. Works for me.”
Sam nods and turns back to his research, but Dean can tell he’s not finished. Sure enough, less than a minute later, Sam nonchalantly says, “so are we going to talk about your djinn dream?”
“No,” Dean replies sharply, glaring at Sam over the top of his laptop. “We absolutely are not, don’t even bring it up again. How’d you even get in my dream, anyway?”
Sam shrugs, poorly hiding the smirk on his face. “Read something about how ingesting the djinn poison with some of a victim’s blood will put you in the same world. Figured it was worth a shot.”
Dean wrinkles his nose. “Dude, ew, you drank my blood?”
Sam rolls his eyes. “It was, like, two drops. Would you prefer I let you die?”
“Yeah, kinda,” Dean mutters, shaking his head.
“Yeah, well, I didn’t, so now you can tell me all about your dream boyfriend,” Sam replies with a choked-off laugh, covering his mouth to hide his grin.
“Yep, definitely rather be dead.”
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Another idea, Rich's(28) girlfriend is tired of all her friends having babies and kids and wants one of her own. Rich disagrees. She ends up cursing him as he finds himself getting dumber and childish as he regressed to her little 3 year old toddler girl trapped in diapers he can't help but use while he can no longer read or do math or even speak properly.
   “Come on Rich, let’s just be mature and talk about it,” Ricki said. Her head hung low and her hands wore out the couch she sat on.“Babe, I really can’t talk about this, not again. I don’t care if all your buddies are doing it. I’m not ready to be a dad.”“Well, when will you be ready? For Christ’s sake your almost thirty, how much longer do I need to wait? Or are you hoping I’ll hit menopause before you’re ‘ready’?”“Don’t play that card, you know what my childhood was like.”“That excuse wore itself out a long time ago, Rich. I want a baby, I need a baby, why can’t you understand that?”“I do, I just don’t care. Do you forget just home much we earn? How much our car payments are? Our mortgage? And you want to drop a baby on top of that? I know you’re a woman and all but why don’t you take a second to actually think things through for once in your life?”“You think this is just cause I’m a woman? I can’t believe you! I told all my sisters you were different, that you really cared, but you’re just a sexist pig like all the rest!” Rich had had this conversation many times with countless women. The ending never really varied, they all leave him and find someone better.
   He braced, letting her vent, it always went over better that way. But all he heard from her was her irate breathing. “I try, goddamnit I try so hard Rich. I just wanted to talk, that’s all. But you and your damn stupid attitude, well fine. You don’t want to talk? You don’t have to talk ever again!” Rich felt weird energy about the room as she screamed at him. He was used to the yelling, but it almost felt like the room was hotter. It was a penetrating heat, the kind that drains you and makes your eyes flutter. Rich felt that as his head started to swoon, he slumped into his chair and saw Ricki grab her coat and storm out, not five minutes later he was asleep and elusive dreams played out in front of his eyes.
    Rich woke up to the smell of burning bacon, a trademark of Ricki’s cooking. He bristled, surprised she had stuck around unlike so many others, but expecting she did so only because she had much more to yell. Sitting up, something about his clothing felt just the slightest bit off, but sleeping in a lazy boy will do that. He carefully opened the door, finding Ricki at the stove. That was concerning enough, but she also hummed a lighthearted tune that didn’t really seem to fit the tenor of her rage last night. “Oh good, you’re up. I was worried that you might sleep right through breakfast.”“Um, thanks? But aren’t you like, mad? You were yelling pretty loud last night,” Rich said. He shifted from foot to foot awkwardly, rubbing his arm expecting the hammer to drop. Instead, she smiled, a motherly sort of smile. “Oh sweetie, it’s all water under the bridge. You were right, I was getting a little emotional, but I’ve taken some steps to fix everything, don’t you worry.” Rich was stunned, this was new. He smiled and practically felt like dancing. He nearly skipped to the table as Ricki brought him a platter of eggs, hash-browns, and various meats.
   Usually Rich didn’t go in for such lavish breakfasts, but this was apparently her form of apology. She didn’t wait for him to grab his fork and speared a healthy amount of scrambled eggs, bringing the prongs near his mouth. Still unwilling to rekindle the rage he saw last night, he opened his mouth and allowed her to feed him. It was surprisingly relaxing for him, there was a small part of him that said that this was emasculating, but it was much quieter than it normally was. He was also surprised by the quality of the food she was giving him. Typically, she could only produce black charcoal to eat, she must have been practicing lately. The thought of her, slaving away at a cookbook, working hard to improve herself, made a pit of guilt for in Rich’s stomach. Before he had time to apologize or truly process that guilt, his meal was done she ushered him to their room to prepare for the workday.
   He donned his usual business casual outfit, he didn’t vary too much in his work attire. This morning, however, his clothing didn’t quite sit right. His shoulders seemed almost narrower and his shirt sleeves rubbed against his wrists. His belt even required an extra notch to hold his pants up, that one was at least welcome. But, once again, before he had any time to process these laundry accidents, Ricki had handed him a bottle of water and a lunch and encouraged him into the car, which in another uncharacteristic move, she drove.
   “Have a good day, Sweetie! I’ll pick you up later, just going to do some shopping.” Ricki said.“But, I can drive myself—” Rich began.“Don’t be silly, this way saves on gas and time. Now march on up there and make me proud.” Ricki said as she sped away, leaving Rich with very little choice in the matter. Rich stared at the tall building, feeling alone. His cuff chaffed his wrist, his bag lunch felt heavy in his hand, and he felt an odd sense of being out of place. His feeling was only compounded when he stepped through the threshold of the office door. The firm was already crawling with activity, which only served to unsettle Rich more. Everything seemed larger, not just in the physical sense, it almost seemed like everything here wasn’t meant for him. His awkward pace wasn’t peppy enough for someone, and he soon heard his name, followed by several expletives, and was commanded to join the others in the boardroom.
   “Alright everybody, I’m only gonna say this once, we’re in real deep shit. Our clients are pulling out, controversy after controversy has desensitized the public and they’re more litigious and organized than ever. If this advertising company is gonna survive, as it has managed to do for the past hundred years, we need a fresh new take. Something that will appease those whiny fuckin’ millennial and our diehards. I am not gonna be the one at the helm when this company goes down, so if anyone has an idea, you better speak up now.” Rich only feigned attention. He was a supposed to care, he wanted to care but something, a hazy sense of boredom held him back from it. It was as though the CEO were miles away speaking to him. An intern, especially one as hungry as he was should’ve leaped at the opportunity, sunk his claws into it and never let go. But instead, Rich sat quietly and doodled in a yellow legal pad. His scribbles were nothing a twenty-eight-year-old should be proud of, but in his mind, he was crafting a masterwork. Unicorns danced in fields, ballerina knights slew smelly dragons, and princesses adorned themselves with the prettiest dresses imaginable. “Who the hell are you?!” The CEO called out, directly at him. It was so loud and so jarring that it snapped him back violently to reality and his head swirled trying to regain his bearings. “M—me?” He said.“Yeah, you. This is a staff meeting and I certainly didn’t hire any teens recently. Are somebody’s kid or what?” Rich darted his eyes to and from each coworker, silently asking for help of any kind. “Um, I’m Rich, the intern?” He said, as unsure as everyone else seemed to be.“Bullshit. That guy is almost thirty, you little missy don’t look a day over sixteen. Now tell me who you are or get out, I’m not in the mood to play babysitter.” Sixteen? Missy? What was he talking about? But as Rich stood up and his shirt cuff swallowed his hand, and his pants nearly fell to his ankles, he had an idea of why he said what he said.
   Rich did as he was told and shuffled out of the boardroom, retaining his pants to his waist with his hand. His cheeks felt hot and his eyes were growing misty with anxious confusion. His first instinct was to run to the bathroom as fast as his small legs could take him. Is it secured hand slammed and locked the door. He approached the mirror cautiously, his boss hadn’t even recognized him and though there was no reason for it his legs moved like weights and his dress shirt dad is misty eyes preparing him for what he would see. In the cheap mirror, he could find almost no trace himself. His angular features had softened, his cheeks were puffy, his eyes were red, and here it lost and no less than a foot and a half of his former 5 foot 10. He watched his bottom lip quiver as his eyes search for any sort of answer. His shirt hung limply on slender shoulders and his hands could not be seen, but they felt delicate as if never having seen a day of work. His belt was all but useless and his pants fell to the floor. The elastic band of his underwear still did its job, but even beneath that had not been spared from whatever was happening to him. His cock was nothing to write home about before, but now it’s imprinted in his underwear is barely visible and to his distraught eyes seemed to grow even smaller.
   His legs panicked and he ran back to his desk giving no thought to his state of dress. He scrambles for the receiver of his office phone neither caring nor aware of the eyes watching his diminutive form. He punched in the numbers for Ricki’s phone, he knew the number by heart. At least he thought he did. Instead of his beautiful girlfriend, a crotchety old man answered the phone demanding why he called him at such a late hour. Rich apologized, claiming the old excuse or the wrong number. His finger must have slipped, so he tried again and of this time connected with the New York Museum of Natural History. He tried a third, fourth, and the fifth time, failing each. His eyes were no longer misty and full sorrowful tears cascaded down his soft cheeks. He sat on the floor using his sleeve to wipe his eyes, his shirt now functioning more like a dress. His coworkers around him stood confused, wondering just who have brought their daughter into work today. Before anyone else could take charge of the situation, someone strode in from the main door and kneeled down near the distraught 28-year-old man who sat in a small puddle of fear induced urine. “Shhh, it’s alright sweetie, mommy’s here.“
   “Alright now raise those arms!” Ricki said with a smile, feeling a purer joy that she could recall. The tiny, wet little girls arms shot into the air excitedly, happy to feel her mothers warm embrace again. The towel collected every stray bit of water that’s still clung to her body. “Okey-dokey sweetie, is my big girl ready for her diaper?“ She didn’t wait for an answer as she collected the supplies to change little girl. It was a well practice procedure by now and she already laid on the changing mat ready. She squeals excitedly as the powder tickled her thighs and covered her exposed bottom. Each noise of excitement fills Ricki with happiness that just days ago she felt she would never hear. Once the tapes are secured, the excitable little girl hops up and latches onto her mother’s leg. She doesn’t see the soft tear escaping from her mother’s eyes. “I didn’t want it to go this way Rich, but I’m so happy it did,” she said she lumbered into the kitchen, the happy weight still clinging to her leg, to prepare a beautiful steak dinner for herself, and a sliced hot dog for her beautiful daughter.
The End. Hope Y’all like it!
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nibsthebravelostboy · 3 years
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Waking Up [nisty]
@itslostgirlmisty
[Nibs]
Nibs had woken up with Misty in his arms. The images of what happened the night before still fresh in his mind. He wouldn’t have known what would have happened if he lost Misty the night before. The male cuddled closer to her as he just calmed himself down by inhaling her scent. He wasn’t going to let that monster near her. 
[Misty]
Misty felt Nibs pulling her closer to him and cuddled against him as she remained asleep. After coming home, the two of them couldn’t keep their hands off of each other and Misty was trying to catch up on all the sleep she missed. She had been so worried about Nibs getting hurt and she knew Nibs was extremely worried about her.
[Nibs]
Nibs held her in his arms as he continued to sleep contently until the sun started to stream into their room causing him to wake up. HIs hair was all disheveled and messed up from sleeping as he carefully got up and threw on a pair of boxers. He wanted to let Misty sleep since he knew that she needed to get caught up on her sleep. 
The male made his way down to the kitchen and started to prepare for her, her favorite breakfast food. He started to sing to himself as he continued to cook the food as she had shown him before. The male couldn’t help but remember the first time she had taught him how to cook. He almost burned down the tent but Misty was able to help him get it under control in time so that Peter didn’t end up yelling at him. He was however completely covered in ashes from the smoke after cooking. But he figured that they both looked cute so it didn’t really matter to him. He was spending time with Misty and that was all that mattered to him. 
[Misty]
Misty shifted as she felt the sun hitting her face and hummed softly as she started to wake up. She looked around and saw that Nibs was gone, but could smell bacon being made so she knew he was cooking. She got up and threw on Nibs shirt before heading to the bathroom.
When she turned on the light her eyes went straight to neck as she saw all the marks and bites Nibs had left on her. She bit her lip as she remembered the night before and knew it would be pointless to try and hide them. She took her prenatal vitamins before leaving the bathroom and walked through to his kitchen before smiling as she saw him cooking. “Good morning baby.” She said sitting at the chair by the island as she watched him cook.
[Nibs]
Nibs heard Misty entering the kitchen and he turned to greet her. “Good morning princess, I didn’t want to wake you, were you able to sleep well?” He asks before flipping the bacon once more. “I know that you haven’t really been able to keep much down because of the baby but I figured we could maybe try to eat some and then see what happens. If it doesn’t stay down I can always make you something a bit easier on the baby.” He offers up. 
[Misty]
“No it’s okay, it was the sun.” She smiled before nodding. “Yeah I did, thank you for asking. Did you sleep well?” She asked before hearing his words. “That’s sweet. It smells really good and I don’t feel nauseous so I’m taking that as a good sign. Hopefully I can eat all of it.” Misty replied looking at him.
[Nibs]
“I did sleep well.” He tells her before humming in approval at her words. “I am glad that you don’t feel nauseous then. Maybe the morning sickness part has passed?” He asks before serving up the bacon on the plates and then preparing another pan for the eggs. 
“I know that we have to return to the castle today but I just wanted to check in if you are okay after everything that happened yesterday. I can always take some of your meetings so that you can rest if that is what you need. I am going to find those assholes and figure out who tricked you. They aren’t getting away with this.” 
[Misty]
“Hopefully. I haven’t had morning sickness since TJ, not even Hero was this bad. But hopefully now it’s over.” She told him before watching him move to grab another pan. Her eyes flashed red as she saw all the marks on his back and she quickly looked away to control herself as she shook her head.
“No baby I don’t need you to do that. I can handle my meetings. Besides you have so many to go to for yourself. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m okay I promise. You promised me everything will be okay and you have never broken a promise to me before so everything will be okay.”
[Nibs]
“You are right, but if you do feel like it gets to be too much please do tell me okay?” He tells her before turning on the heat and starting to cook the eggs. Nibs turned to look at her briefly before seeing all the marks that he had left on her neck and shoulders. His eyes flashed red after he turned around trying to hide how turned on it made him. 
“I um...I figured that we could head back out after breakfast if that is okay. I called a driver to take us to the castle since I don’t really feel like walking right now.” He tells her. 
[Misty]
“I promise I will tell you if I need to take a break.” She smiled as she looked at him. “That’s fine, you sure Peter won’t mind if the car waits outside? I know he likes this part of Neverland to be completely different from the siren side. You know no technology or things from the mainland.” She said. 
“Did Hope call you? I know I left Waddles with her to watch her, but I don’t know if Zach went and told her we were okay and she’s not answering my phone calls.”
[Nibs]
“I mean it’s outside of camp so it can’t really enter the camp just wait on the outside of the perimeter somewhere. And yeah it’s weird we don’t really have technology over here but I guess that is stuff Peter would much rather try out on his own first.” He tells her. 
“No, she never called me. I am sure that Zach told her we were okay right? Maybe her phone just died you know? I can always try calling her too after breakfast?” He offers up. 
[Misty]
“No, I like it. It makes you have to do different things to be entertained and since there are no malls or anything you have to make the things you want or go to that place...what’s it called? It’s been so long since I’ve been there.” She said, trying to figure out what the name was. “The market. That’s what it is.”
“Would you? I am sure he told her, but you know I just want to make sure she hears it from us too.” Misty replied.
[Nibs]
“The market? We just use magic around here, there really isn’t any reason for us to need technology. We have a library that Peter made for Fox that still exists that we can all use still in memory of him. Most of us also just build things in our spare time and train against each other. It’s nothing really that special honestly.” He shrugged before finishing up the eggs and adding them to the plates with the bacon before turning off the stove and then bringing the food over to Misty. 
“Of course I can call her to make sure that everything is okay. If anything did you send her a text message? She can always look at that whenever her phone loads or whenever she has access to it.” 
[Misty]
“Lost girls don’t have magic so we make things or we buy them, which is why I make sure you and our kids don’t use magic unless necessary. Magic is great, but you have to know what to do if it’s not needed.” She smiled before seeing him bringing over her plate. “Thank you.” 
“I did. I also sent one to Zach, but I don’t know if they are back together. I mean I know they made up, but I don’t know if they are actually still together so who knows if he told her.”
[Nibs]
“That is true, when I left the cove to find you it sounded like they were making up. I think that means that they are back together but I am not sure.” He tells her. “Just focus on eating and I can go and try to contact them now.” He reassures her before giving her a kiss and heading to the bedroom to get his phone. 
[Misty]
“I hope they did. I can see they both love each other so much. They also have a lot of passion for one another. They are just standing in their own way.” She said before feeling his lips against hers. She took his arm to stop him from leaving and kissed him again, more deeply and intensely, before letting him go.
[Nibs]
“They just need to stop holding back from each other and they will be fine.” He smiles before feeling her kissing him once more. Nibs kissed her back just as deeply before he smiled and then went to the bedroom to grab his phone. He walked back into the room with his phone in his hand before dialling Hope’s number and waiting for her to answer. 
[Hope]
Hope heard her phone ringing as she was trying to get Henry to take a bath. “Hallie sweetie will you hand mommy her phone?” She asked as she held up Henry’s toys to get him to stop crying. “Hello?” Hallie said on the phone causing Hope to look at her. “Sweetie I said hand me the phone not answer it.” She smiled.
[Nibs]
Nibs couldn’t help but smile when he heard Hallie on the phone. “Hey cutie, can you please hand mommy her phone?” He asks Hallie. 
[Hope]
“Who is this? Are you with my daddy?” Hallie asked, holding the phone upside down. “Hallie princess can you hand me the phone?” Hope shook her head as she just gave into Henry and went to give him his pacifier. “Last time Henry.”
[Nibs]
“This is your grandpa Nibs remember? Can you please give your mommy the phone?”  He asks before hearing Hope in the background fighting with Hero. 
[Hope]
“Hallie you can call daddy later.” She said as she moved to take the phone from her. “Here, go give this to your brother.” She said, handing her Henry’s stuffed animal. “Hello?”
[Nibs]
When he heard Hope on the phone he smiled, “Hey princess, has Zach contacted you at all today? We just wanted to inform you about something that happened yesterday. Your mother and I are fine now and we are heading to the castle soon. But we just wanted to make sure that you knew we were okay.” 
[Hope]
“Hi daddy. Yeah he told me last night, but I’m glad to hear from you. I have just been dealing with a fussy Henry all day so I haven’t been able to check my phone.” She told him. “But I’m glad you two are okay, and I’m sorry about our fight.”
[Nibs]
“It’s okay princess. I just wanted to make sure you knew we were okay and check in on you and the kids. Ah are you trying to get him to stop using his pacifier?” He asks. 
[Hope]
“We’re fine. Yes which is going horribly. Almost as bad as Hallie but at least Zach isn’t here to give in, which all he did with her. Emmett was the easiest baby ever, why his siblings aren’t like that I will never understand.”
[Nibs]
“They tend to get more stubborn with age.” He jokes, “Ah yes a father will always give in to what his baby princess wants.” Nibs smiles, “Did you want to talk to your mother? She is here too?” 
[Hope]
“Yeah I get that, but now his princess is spoiled and will happily call him whenever she wants something.” She smiled as she shook her head. “No I heard she went through a lot so I will just let her rest and come visit the castle with the kids later.”
[Nibs]
“Mhm that was what your mother was always afraid of when it came to me spoiling you when you were younger.” He tells her with a smile. “Okay well it seems you have your hands quite full so I will leave you too it. We shall talk to you later then.” 
[Hope]
“I’m sure she was. Now look, my husband probably thinks you spoiled me too much.” She smiled as she turned to look at Hallie and Henry. “Yeah I should go, I will talk to you later. I love you.”
[Nibs]
“Love you too baby.” He says before hanging up the phone. He turned his attention back to Misty. “He told her all about it yesterday and she said that she will check in with you when we get back to the castle.” 
[Misty]
“Oh that’s good. Maybe I’ll schedule a brunch for her now that she’s in a better mood.” She smiled. “It was good to hear you two talking again.”
[Nibs]
“Yeah I am sure that she would love that.” He tells her. “I guess she is having trouble trying to get Henry to stop using the pacifier.” Nibs offers before sitting down and starting to eat his food. “Was the food good?” He asks figuring she ate while he was on the phone call with Hope. 
[Misty]
Misty nodded as she had finished her food, “Yeah and I kept it all down...as of right now.” She smiled softly. “Remember how hard it was for Hope to let go of hers? You would hate seeing her cry and just give it to her. It took forever.” She smiled softly.
[Nibs]
“Of course I do. She stopped using it eventually just in her own time…” He tells her with a small laugh. “I mean it wasn’t really hurting her much was it?” He asks before finishing up his food. 
[Misty]
“It took forever Nibs, which is why I refused to let you help with Ellie and Tommy. I was not going through that again.” She laughed softly. She stood up and moved to the sink to start washing the dishes. “No it didn’t.”
[Nibs]
“See so then there was no reason to tell her not to use it.” He shrugged before going over and helping her with the dishes. 
[Misty]
“She needed to learn to calm herself down without one.” She told him as she turned to look at him. “You had to shift every night to help her sleep.”
[Nibs]
“So? I didn’t mind doing that. I mean maybe we should have gotten her a stuffed wolf to help keep her company when she was having trouble sleeping. Or we could have gotten her a pet puppy…” He teases. 
[Misty]
“Ha no.” She laughed looking at him. “I already have a puppy. And he is enough.” She winked putting the dishes in the dishwasher.
[Nibs]
“I am not a puppy, most of the time.” He tells her with a small laugh. “Oh I should get our stuff!” He said before going and getting their things and bringing it to the front and placing them outside the tent. 
[Misty]
“You are a puppy. My very fluffy, very cute, protective puppy. I am not getting another one.” She smiled. She went into the bedroom and slid on her panties before grabbing a pair of Nibs sweats and joining him outside.
[Nibs]
He carried the suitcases for them as he waited for Misty outside so that they could make their way to the car that was waiting for them. “Ready princess?” He asks. 
[Misty]
“Yep.” She smiled as she followed him to the car. She got inside and waited for Nibs.
[Nibs]
Nibs put the things into the car before joining Misty in the car. He got into it and sat down next to Misty as he intertwined their fingers together. “Time to to back home.”
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teamkaiforever · 7 years
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Monthly Troubles
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Kai Parker x Reader word count : 1 963 warning : slight smut summary : Reader is on her period and Kai is trying to be cute which only ends up annoying her but she is too shy to tell him whats happening , but he figures it out on his own. * gif by christopherwooddaily __________________________
Y/N woke up with cramps in her stomach. Instinctively she curled into a ball on her bed pulling the sheets and covers with her, her hands holding onto her stomach. Those days of the month were the worst , not all times but most of them. Usually she’d stay home curled up the same way on her bed or the couch , wait it out  until the pain went away. This time however was different because her boyfriend Kai Parker was in the next room. She could hear the clattering of dishes and pans from the kitchen as he was making breakfast. Kai was the best , always loving and caring towards her… Today tho she didn’t want him around. Those days of the month also included crankiness and last thing she wanted was to get him upset with her but Y/N didn’t know how to tell him she was on her period. She was too shy to do so. Another cramp followed and Y/N curled into a tighter ball , closing her eyes wincing at the pain. Being human is awesome , but on days like that she wanted to just stop being one for a few days. A few moments later Kai walked into her bedroom with a food tray with pancakes , bacon , orange juice , coffee and a small vase with a flower in it.  He left the tray on the far end of the bed and leaned in towards her from behind , kissing her neck gently while wrapping his arm around her. “Morning princess.” he said smiling , making her roll to her other side until she faced him. Kai pressed his lips against hers kissing her briefly. “How did you sleep ? Hope I didn’t wake you earlier…” Kai was looking at her with his smoky blue eyes which always made her heart flutter , her knees weak and sent butterflies in her stomach. He was waiting for her to smile back at him like always and attack him with a long good morning kiss as usual. He always kissed her briefly , enough to start a fire in her and make her want more. Instead Y/N just stared at him without saying a word, closing her eyes for a few seconds trying hard not to let the pain show on her face as another cramp followed. Kai tucked in a strand of hair behind her ear , tapping her nose. “Where is the smile?” he teased. “Smile or I will tickle  you until you do.” Y/N kept starring at him , wishing he’d just stop being so cute all the time. On any other morning by this point she would’ve smiled widely , snuggled closer to him as he fed her as he always demanded. A deep sigh escaped her lips and she pulled the covers over her head to hide her face from him.  It wasn’t his fault she was in pain and not in a mood at all. Y/N felt his hands trying tickle her through the sheets , hoping to get her to smile. “I woke you up , didn’t I ?” he said with a hint of a smile in his voice. “Sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you , promise.” “It’s not that.” she mumbled. “She speaks.” said Kai poking her in the stomach. “What is it sweetheart ? Tell me. You know there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for my girl. I would cross the oceans , walk through fire … Tho the last one would be painful and would probably kill me but I’d still do it for you.” he said, poking her stomach again. Suddenly Y/N pulled over the covers from her head , her hair a complete mess from it. Kai was being annoyingly cute with his smile not leaving his face , poking her every few minutes in an attempt to get her to smile. “You look so cute with your hair all messed up.” he teased. “Though I like it better when I am the one to mess it up like that.” Y/N shot him a warning glare. Kai couldn’t understand what was happening , what he had done to get her this upset with him. He thought back but couldn’t come up with anything that could make her act like this. Everything had been fine the night before. They had cuddled and she had fallen asleep in his arms while he had been  stroking her hair gently. Y/N seemed on edge , she placed her hand on her forehead starring at the ceiling. Just as he was about to ask again she curled up into a ball again , a low pain filled groan leaving her lips. “Are you okay ?” he asked concerned. “Whats wrong ?” “I’m f-fine just … stuff.” she mumbled , wincing in pain again. Her entire body felt tense , every muscle hurt and she felt as if someone was trying to yank her stomach out of her body. Kai tried to touch her but she pulled away. “Come on princess , you know you can tell me anything.” Silence. Clearly something was wrong and he didn’t understand why Y/N wouldn’t just tell him like she usually would. Then he thought back to the last time she had been acting that weird around him … a month ago , and then the previous month too. How hadn’t he figured it out earlier ? “Oh.” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.” Kai got off the bed , moving the food tray to her desk a few meters away and walked out of the room. Y/N stared after him , slowly sitting on the bed and sighed. She wished she wasn’t that shy and would just tell him. Seeing him like this - thinking he is the one who had done something… thought she already suspected he knew. Kai went back to the kitchen , boiling water for tea. While he waited , Kai searched through the kitchen cabinets looking for her favourite dark chocolate with whole nuts. It always seemed to cheer her up and make her feel better whenever something was wrong. A few moments later the water was ready and he made her camomile tea to help with the pains and headed back towards the bedroom only to find her hiding under the covers again. He sighed , leaving the cup with tea and the chocolate on her nightstand before gently pulling the covers away and sneaking them with her. “Come here.” said Kai as she snuggled closer to him. “Why didn’t you tell me ?” “Cuz its embarrassing…” she whispered. “Wait … did you sme-” “No. I just made the connection between today and the last couple of times you were upset with me without apparent reason.” said Kai softly kissing her forehead and placing his hand on her stomach rubbing it gently. “It’s not embarrassing , its… girl stuff.” he laughed awkwardly. “I am going to take care of you until its over.” “Thank you.” “Always sweetheart.” he said reaching for the chocolate. “Hey do you want some ? I know you love this one …it has whole hazelnuts in it.” he teased , breaking a piece of the chocolate bar. “And almonds too..” Y/N opened her mouth waiting for him to feed her as usual and Kai smiled. “I made you tea too to help with the cramps.” he said softly. “Though I think this will help you a lot more.” Kai rubbed her stomach  gently clockwise and then counter clockwise over and over , kissing her forehead from time to time. “Can we stay all day together like this ?” she asked softly , with a hint of smile in her voice. “Anything you want princess.” Kai had been right - him rubbing her stomach had helped a lot more than the tea and a part of her wondered if he had used magic or something to dull the pain. By the end of the day her mood had improved a lot. Kai was so nice to her , carrying her around the house just in case it causes any more cramps. They spent most of the afternoon on the couch watching Tom and Jerry as a distraction. The few times her stomach started to hurt again , Kai would pull her closer to him and rub her stomach again while talking and talking about everything just to distract her. Later on they sat in the kitchen having dinner together , Kai holding her hand on the table his thumb rubbing circles on her hand when suddenly Y/N stood up from her chair. “Where are you going ?” he asked starting to get up only to have her push him back on the chair , sitting on his lap and his hands instantly found their way on her waist. She hooked her hands around his neck looking into his eyes for a long moment. Kai tried to say something but she shushed him with a kiss. “You must feel better.” he smiled pulling her closer to him. Y/N swung her hand over her head , pulling her hair to the side. “I do actually. Thanks to my blue eyed handsome hero in shining armour.” she said smiling a second before kissing him again. Kai’s hands slid up her back towards her head pushing her lips closer to him. She tug on his lower lip at the end of the kiss , smiling widely at him afterwards. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her - her smile , her eyes , the way she slightly tilted her head when she wanted something. Kai could see Y/N’s eyes darting between his eyes and his lips. A split second later Kai’s lips crashed against hers , drowning her in a demanding kiss. Her hips swayed on his crotch as she moved closer to him. He could feel his pants getting tighter around him with her every move. Kai’s lips left kisses all the way her jaw line towards her neck , kissing every inch. Y/N arched her back towards the table a little as Kai’s hands slid under her shirt cupping her breasts. Her eyes were gazing into his , seeing how they had turned a darker shade of blue. “It’s a little hot in here isn’t it?” she asked with a mischievous spark in her eyes , pulling her shirt over her head. “Y/N… we shouldn’t … not when you ar-” “Shhh..” her lips pressed against his at the same time her hands gripped on his shirt pulling it over his head. For a second they gazed longingly into each other’s eyes before they lips crashed against each other. Y/N tilted her head giving Kai full access to her neck to bite , kiss , do whatever he wanted. He kissed her neck leaving wet sloppy kisses all over. “You are driving me crazy …” he whispered in her ear , biting on her earlobe. Y/N ran her fingers through her hair , feeling Kai’s lips leaving soft kisses on their way to her chest. He looked up with his brilliantly blue eyes that always made her weak as he pressed the flat of his tongue onto her left breasts , swirling his tongue around her nipple. Meanwhile his hand massaged the other , listening to the soft moans tumbling off her lips. “MMmmm that feels so good.” she whispered. Kai trailed his way back to her neck leaving kisses all over , his hands holding her steady as he sucked on a spot and then another and another marking her as his. Y/N’s head was spinning , feeling his lips on her body , his tongue drawing circles across the sore spots. Only he could make her feel this way - like her body was on fire , just with one touch. He brushed his fingers against her cheek rubbing his nose lightly against hers. “I love you.” he said, lovingly gazing into her eyes. “I love you more.” replied Y/N , kissing him briefly. “I love you most.“  __________________________ MASTERLIST March / April 2017 MASTERLIST MAY 2017 MASTERLIST JUNE 2017
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pengychan · 7 years
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The Mind Cage, Ch. 10
Title: The Mind Cage Summary: In another world, Stanford Pines places a metal plate in his skull far too soon. In another world, Bill Cipher is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Characters: Bill Cipher, Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Fiddleford McGucket Rating: T Click here for the first chapter, warnings and links to all chapters up so far. 
“Videntus omnium. Magister mentium. Magnesium ad hom… no homo… The hell is this, some kinda tongue twister?”
“It’s Latin.”
“Onay itway isn'tway! Iway owknay owhay atthay--”
“Not Pig Latin,” Fiddleford snapped, barely holding back from slapping a hand on his forehead. He was several steps away from both Stanley and the candles he had lit up, next to the chair where Stanford was sleeping on, tied down and with a straitjacket on him. “It’s just Latin.”
“Eh, it sounds boring. Like a sandwich without bacon. Because it’s Pig Latin without pig! Hah! Get it? It’s funny because-- What? Have I got something on my face?”
“... Just keep reading,” Fiddleford said, faintly wishing he could erase that joke from his mind, and took another step back for good measure. He really didn’t want to be dragged into Stanford’s Mindscape as well, both because he was supposed to stay in the real world to keep an eye on things and because… well. He just plainly didn’t want to.
The mere thought of getting another glimpse of that thing was enough to make him desperately wish he still had the memory gun. If he were sucked into Standord’s mind, if he had to see more, he didn’t think his mind would stand it.
No, scratch that. He knew his mind would crumble.
“So, where was I…” Stanley Pines was muttering, unaware of his musings. “Hominem… yeah. So. Videntus omnium. Magister mentium. Magnesium ad homine. Magnum opus. Habeas corpus! Inceptus Nolanus overratus! Magister mentium! Magister mentium! Magister mentium--!”
It all happened quickly, so very quickly: the candles on the floor were snuffed out as though hit by a gust of wind that simply could not be there, and Stanley Pines sank on the ground with a thud, the journal falling on the ground next to him. Stanford’s unconscious body seemed jerk just once in its restraints, and then was motionless again. They both were - motionless, and silent.
Fiddleford Hadron McGucket fervently hoped that wouldn’t change.
 ***
“Hoooly Moses. This worked! It actually worked! I… huh. I actually thought there would be more nerdy stuff here.”
Spinning to take a better look at his surroundings, Stan was somewhat disappointed to realize there wasn’t much of anything for him to see. As in, maybe there was, but all he could see was thick, milky fog all around. Which way should he go now? Should he just feel his way for a door, or… Hell, last thing he needed was accidentally stumbling somewhere he shouldn’t be wandering, like some kind of closet with all of Ford’s kinky nerd fantasies or--
“Stanley.”
“GAH!”
“Stan, wait, it’s me!”
“Ah… Hah! I knew it. I was just clearing my throat.”
Stanford laughed when he spun to face him, but Stan barely heard him: all he could focus on was the fact that he looked so much better - so much healthier - right there, in his mind. He wasn’t as terribly thin, the bags under his eyes were gone, and he even had all of his hair back in place, instead of the uneven patches that were slowly growing back on his skull after the operation. There in his mind, Stanley could look at him and see his own face staring back.
Unaware of his thoughts, Stanford frowned slightly and turned to look behind him. “What is it? Did you see something?”
We look like twins again, Stanley thought, but didn’t say it. He just swallowed a sudden lump in his throat and shrugged. “Nothing. How could anyone see anything in this fog?”
“Fair enough,” Ford conceded. “This place used to look... different, but needs must when the devil drives. I couldn’t let that devil see everything that was in my mind any time he wished; every bit of knowledge is a weapon to him.”
The Beast with just one eye, McGucket had called it. Stanley tried to imagine how it would feel, having some kind of creepy demon wandering across your mind and sticking its all-seeing eye where it didn’t belong, and the thought made his skin crawl. It was no wonder Stanford was trying to protect as many of his thoughts and memories as he could.
Well, better get moving so that he won’t have to do it anymore.
“We’re gonna fix that,” Stan said, cracking his knuckles with a grin. “You know how to get around, right?”
For a couple of moments Ford just stared at him, then he smiled a little. “You’re taking all of this surprisingly well. Surely, hearing about the Mindscape is quite different to actually stepping into it,” he added, causing Stan to shrug.
“Well, I have seen my share of stuff around the world, and you and McNerdy kinda gave me a crash course on weird. So I’m good. For now. I’ll keep it together, sock this Bill in the eye, and then maybe have a little shouting session in an empty room once this is over with.”
“Shouting session?” “Just yelling ‘what the hell just happened??’ at a wall for, say, twenty minutes. And by the way, after that I’ll be taking you away for a long vacation well away from all things weird. Deal?”
Stanford seemed to stiffen, and Stan had only a moment to regret using that word before his brother nodded. “It seems fair enough,” he said, then turned away. “To answer your earlier question… yes, I do know how to navigate through my mind, fog and all. Do follow me. And, Stanley?”
“Yeah?”
“Stay close to me. It’s best not to get lost.”
“After ten-something years, Poindexter, I ain’t getting you out of my sight for a minute,” Stan said. He meant it as a promise.
He wouldn’t be able to quite keep it.
*** 
“Wait, this is… are we home?”
Wonder was almost painfully clear in Stanley’s voice, and Ford made an effort not to focus on it, not to turn to see whatever expression may be on his face: he just glanced across the beach, where the Stan O’ War’s hull lay in the sand, looking for their younger selves.
“My fondest memory of it,” he finally said.
“Is that…?”
“Our boat, yes,” Ford said, and for a moment he was almost afraid his brother would ask what had become of it in the real world - a question whose answer Stanford didn’t even know - but instead Stanley gave a small chuckle.
“Oh, yeah. Those were the days, huh? The sea, the boat, the two of us running around like those two-- Wait. Those kids, are they…?”
Stanford had no time to confirm what his brother had likely already guessed: the next moment the memories of their younger selves had spotted them and were running up to them. Young Stanford was holding… wait, hadn’t Billy been gray last time he had seen him?
“We tried to stop him,” his younger self spoke before he could, coming to a skidding halt in front of him. He had some streaks of yellow over his shirt  and jacket, and some even on the tip of his nose. “Well, I tried to stop him. Stanley actually opened the can of paint for him, and he just jumped in it--!”
“HEY! You were supposed not to tell!” young Stanley protested, elbowing his twin in the ribs. His hands were covered in yellow pain, which reached up almost to his elbows. “I didn’t know he was gonna jump in!”
“I told you I was gonna jump in,” Bill piped in, squirming out of young Stanford’s grasp and proceeding to climb up to his shoulder, where he threw his arms up. “Makeover! What do you think?”
With the yellow paint drying on him, telling him apart from the other Bill was suddenly more difficult - even without the top hat and tie, and lacking the brick pattern on the lower half of his body. It made Ford more uneasy than he cared to admit. “Well, that looks… er…”
“Hey! Is that...?” young Stanley suddenly exclaimed, pointing a paint-covered finger beyond Stanford, reminding him quite suddenly that his brother was still standing next to him… and uncharacteristically silent. Ford turned to see him staring at the boys in silence, eyes shifting from one twin to the other and then pausing on Billy before finally turning back to his own younger self.
“... I, uh. Hi. I guess.”
“THIS IS SO COOL!” young Stanley exclaimed, and immediately rushed by his side, reaching to grab his arm. He grinned widely, showing off the gap between his front teeth. “How strong am I gonna get? Can you lift me up? You got muscles, right? Arm wrestling match! C’mon! Betcha ten bucks--”
Stanley blinked before pulling up his arm, the boy still attached to it, and watched him dangle for a few moments before giving a barking laugh. “HAH! I like this kid, Sixer! Clearly a bright spark,” he said with a grin, and hoisted him up on his shoulders. “Kings of New Jersey?”
“Yes! Kings of New Jersey!” young Stanley yelled, and Stanford wasn’t too surprised when his own younger self joined in.
“KINGS OF NEW JERSEY! KINGS OF NEW JERSEY! KINGS--”
“Hey, what? What’s going on? What’s a New Jersey? Who’s that? Why does he have more fluff on the head than you do? Someone answer to me!” Bill was protesting, in precarious balance on young Stanford’s shoulder. Ford sighed before reaching to take him in his hands.
“Answers are exactly what we’re after now,” he said. “And we’re going to need your help, Bill.”
The boy blinked, looking up towards him. “My help?”
“Yes. There is something we’re looking for, and--”
“KINGS OF NEW JERSEY! KINGS OF NEW JERSEY! KINGS OF--”
“Stan, that’s enough. And I’m talking to all Stans present,” Stanford called out, and the chorus ended abruptly. Stan - the adult Stan - grinned somewhat sheepishly and let the kids off him. Young Ford brushed his jacket, as though trying to brush away the earlier bout of childishness, while young Stanley just jumped on the ground and popped a chewing gum in his mouth, after producing it from… well, Ford wasn’t entirely sure where it had come from and found it best not to investigate.
He nodded at them and turned his attention back to Bill, who was sitting in his cupped hands. “Somewhere out there, there is a door. A locked door. We need to open it, and I believe you’re the only one who can do that.”
Bill frowned, reaching to scratch his upper angle. Even his arms and legs were covered in yellow paint. “And what’s behind it?” he asked, only to widen his eye a moment later. “Oh! Is it the Fourth Dimension? I read about it in a book!”
“Right. One of the books you got from… where, precisely?”
“I… uh…” Billy’s frown deepened, once again, his whole surface turned into gray static for a moment, in a jarring contrast to the yellow he had now covered himself in. “I don’t remember.”
“You don’t know who gave you those books,” Stanford stated.
Another flash of gray. “Nu-uh.”
“And aren’t you wondering how come you don’t remember?”
Another frown. “I guess it’s weird,” the boy said slowly. “So, the answer is behind that door?”
That is what I hope, Stanford thought.
“Yes,” he said, and nodded towards Stan. “That is Stanley, my brother. We’ll--”
“Oh! You’ve got the same name!” Billy exclaimed, pointing at Stan with one hand and at young Stanley with the other before Ford even had the time to realize he had made a mistake. “Why is that?”
The boys exchanged a quick glance before young Stanford replied. “It’s a common name. Isn’t your real name William? That’s very common, too,” he added casually.
Billy seemed to think about it for a moment or two before shrugging. “Yep, true. It’s also the name of--” he began, only to trail off suddenly, his surface bursting into gray static again. “Ow!” he yelped, reaching up to press both hands on his upper angle. “What was that? It hurt!”
We’re on to something, Ford thought. We must be.
“We’ll find out,” he said in what hoped would be a reassuring tone, and let the boy slip into his coat’s breast pocket. “Let’s go, Stanley.”
“Yeah, let’s go!”
“Way ahead of you!”
“Race ya to the door!”
… Wait, what?
“No, not you two. It’s far too dangerous for you to--” Stanford protested, turning to the children - or, at least, to the spot where the children had been standing until a moment ago: they were already sprinting to the door out of their memory, chanting at the top of their lungs as they went.
“KINGS OF NEW JERSEY! KINGS OF NEW JERSEY!”
“... Come with us,” Ford finished with a sigh.
“Hah!” Stanley laughed, stepping beside him. “Did you seriously try to stop ‘em? As if. They can’t be stopped, remember? Ready to take on the world,” he added, elbowing him in the side. “Dangerous or not--”
“Dangerous?” Bill piped in, twisting in his pocket to look up at them. He sounded excited at the thought; it was hard to tell whether it was because he was a child, or because he was Bill Cipher. “How dangerous is New Jersey?”
Stanley blinked down at him. “New Jersey? What made you-- oooh, right! Kings of New Jersey and all that. Yeah, well. Let’s say we’re going to New Jersey. Sorta. Kinda. But don’t worry, short stuff. It’s nothing we cannot handle. Just stick with us.”
Stanford raised an eyebrow. New Jersey wasn’t precisely how he’d have chosen to call Bill Cipher’s mindscape, to be entirely honest, but he knew some people would argue it wouldn't be too far off, either. So, in the end, he said nothing of it.
“Very well. Let’s get going.”
“Do they have ice cream in New Jersey?”
Stanford Pines looked down at him, at that single, wide eye turned up to him. Looking up at the one he believed to be a being with answers. Eager. Trusting, like he had been.
Willing to believe the shadows on the wall are real.
In the end, Ford smiled at him. It did not reach his eyes.
“... Just open one door for me, and you’ll have all the ice cream you want.”
*** 
“Nnnh…”
The groan was barely audible, but it was enough to make the hair on Fiddleford’s neck stand on end. He jumped on his feet, the crowbar tight in his good hand and heart beating somewhere in his throat, staring down at the Pines twins - Stanley, snoring away on the floor, and Stanford, clad in a straitjacket and tied to a chair, drugged to his eyeballs. Neither of them was moving. Neither of them opened their eyes. And yet...  yet there had been a groan.
The Shapeshifter.
The thought alone was enough for terror to grip Fiddleford’s throat. He spun, crowbar raised, fully expecting to see the cryogenic chamber had opened and that monster - or worse yet his own face - staring at him before it grabbed him and… and…
… And no one was there. Further ahead of him, the cryogenic chamber was undisturbed, the Shapeshifter still frozen solid. Fiddleford slowly lowered the crowbar, listening hard, but all that he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears, his own labored breathing and--
“Uuugh…”
This time, there was no mistaking it: it couldn’t possibly be his imagination. Fiddleford turned again, and to his dawning horror someone was shifting ever so slightly, someone was making that noise. And it was not Stanley.
Under his horrified gaze, Stanford - the thing in Stanford’s skin - began moving weakly, struggling to open his eyes. Fiddleford knew, with utmost certainty, that if he succeeded in doing so it wouldn’t be familiar brown eyes he’d be looking into.
The Beast with just one eye.
Oh God no, please, no. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t look at it again and remain sane.
He’s restrained either way, he told himself, and it sounded so very reasonable, but it wasn’t enough to keep his clammy hand from tightening on the crowbar. If he used it now, if he lifted it up and then brought it down on his head… surely that would be better than being sealed in there alive. Quicker. Surely no one could blame him. Stanford would understand.
Stanley wouldn’t.
He understands nothing. He wasn’t there, he didn’t see, no one did. It is unseen. It is unsee--
The groaning stopped. Stanford’s head dropped. His eyes remained closed. The thing that had tried to take control had failed and retreated.
And Fiddleford Hadron McGucket was left standing there, the metal bar held tightly in his hand, facing two unconscious bodies and the enormity of what he’d almost, almost done.
***
“Are we there yet?”
“No,” Stanford said.
“Are we there yet?”
“No,” Stanley grunted.
“Are we there yet?”
“No,” both of the kids droned.
“Are we-- Hey, what’s this noise?”
Billy’s question caused them all to pause, stopping in their tracks and listening intently. True enough, there were noises - like thousands of voices whispering very softly, none of them in a language they knew. And, now that Stan squinted, there was also something to see - faint colors and lights in the distance through the fog, there one moment and gone the next.
“... We are getting closer,” Stanford said, his voice grave. “The line between my min-- ow!”
“Third Dimension,” young Stanley helpfully supplied, giving his foot another quick stomp for good measure and smiling up at Bill, still nestled in Stanford’s pocket. Stan barely held back a grin. Nice save, that. He���d always been a smart cookie after all, bad grades and all.
“Right,” Ford was saying. “The line between the Third Dimension and... New Jersey was growing thinner last time I’ve been here. By now, it may as well have blurred, if not entirely faded. We might step past it any moment, and when that happens we’ll have to be careful. It is an unpredictable place, and the door we’re looking for might be anywhere… what is it?” he asked when young Stanford reached up to pull at his coat.
“Listen,” he said, his face pale.
Stan listened, but he could hear nothing. Neither did the others, if the confused looks on their faces - or just eye, in Bill’s case - were anything to go by. It was all quiet. Very quiet.
… Too quiet. The creepy whispering - why couldn’t he hear it anymore? Why had it stopped?
Oh, hot belgian waffles.
“Ford--” Stan tried to call out, turning to his brother, and he had just a moment to see his same horrified expression mirrored on his face before the world seemed to explode with colors so bright violent he cried out and had to close his eyes, shielding them with an arm. But there was no shielding his ears from the loud, shrill voice that echoed all around them.  
“Well well well well! Isn’t it Stan, Stan, Stan and Stan!”
There were some screams coming from the kids as Stan felt himself being lifted up, although that wasn’t quite what it felt like: it was more like falling up, only to come to an abrupt stop, floating in mid-air. Stan opened his eyes, squinting against the violent light, and found himself staring at something that glowed golden before him. Now that was something he’d have loved to see under other circumstances - any other circumstances - but now gold couldn’t be the farthest thing from his mind: all he could focus on was the huge slit pupil staring at him. The All Seeing Eye, Stanford had called it.
Bill Cipher.
The Beast with just one eye.
*** 
Bill laughed and laughed and laughed.
He did that often - all the time, really - but it had been a while since doing do had really felt good. Now he had a good reason to laugh: honestly, Sixer’s face was a riot to look at.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hello there, Fordsy! How nice of you to drop by! I reeeally wasn’t expecting you to show up! Geez, talk about taking a guy by surprise! Did you honestly think your pathetic little fog trick could keep me from knowing you were coming?” he added, reaching up to wipe a tear of mirth from his eye. “You - hah! - you trespassed into my mind without even noticing, and all I had to do was throwing in a little fog of my own! Some genius,” he added, and allowed himself a moment to enjoy the clear pang of hurt on his face before turning his eye to his other guests. “And wow, you brought company! Is that an itty bitty six-fingered freak I spy with my little--”
“YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”
Bill’s eye shifted to a young Stanley Pines, who was rather pathetically trying to swim closer to him in the air, fists clenched. He managed to get between him and young Stanford and tried to throw a few punches, but he was still too far away. “No one calls my brother a freak, freak!”
That called for mockery, of course: humans ruffling their feathers were so endearing to play with, and Bill almost did so. Almost. Because all of a sudden, he was just annoyed. He wanted them both out of the way. He scoffed and looked back at Stanford.
“Your dumb brother and your old memories, IQ? Is that your army? To quote your old man, I ain’t impressed. And to think you showed such promise,” he added with a sigh, and swatted both boys away like the pesky flies they were.
“AGH!”
“HEY!”
“No!” Stanley Pines tried to reach out for them, but it was too little, and too late: the kids were thrown down into the foggy nothingness below, disappearing from sight. Bill laughed again, and reached to snatch him, his grip on him tight enough to make it difficult for him to breathe. Not that he needed to in the mindscape, but humans did have a habit to breathe, and habits are hard to break when you’re such a dull, frightened little thing.
“Stanley!”  
Ignoring Ford’s scream - adorable how he worried, considered that there was nothing he could do to truly, physically harm his dimwit brother - Bill stared down at Stanley Pines, willing his eye to turn blood red and his surface to blacken. The resulting look of terror was very, very satisfying. Humans could occasionally be annoying, but dear Mullet had managed to piss him off something fierce.
Prove you’re some kinda demon and not a second crazy personality Stanford got after hitting his head or something.
I can’t!
Keep tryin’, Mr. Mighty Demon. You’re outta luck.
Well, Bill thought with yet another shrill laugh, who was outta luck now? “Well well, hello there, Mullet. I know you’ve been dying to meet me eye to eye, so here I am. Tell me, DO I LOOK REAL ENOUGH NOW?”
His voice turned into the scream of the hurricane, the crack of thunder, the rumble of the earthquake. He tightened his hand around Stan Pines, ready to ignite it and, at the very least, get him back in the real world screaming and flailing. It caused that puny human to wheeze and try hitting his hand with tiny, useless fists. “Now that I hold your pathetic little astral projection in my hand, tell me - was your brother worth all of the hassle? It could have been so easy! Just make a deal and we’d both be happy! But you’re still on time to get that plate outta his skull and be rid of me. Think if over once you’re back on the other--”
“We’re not going back! Get outta the way! We’ve got to go to New Jersey!”
… The who and the what now?
Bill blinked and looked up, letting his colors return to normal. His gaze fell on Stanford… or, more accurately, at the tiny form that was wriggling out of his coat’s pocket.
“No!” Stanford tried to say, and reached to grab him to put him back in, hidden from sight, but Bill was having none of it. With a lazy wave of his hand, he made chains materialize to immobilize him, causing him to cry out in surprise. His other hand opened, making Stanley Pines fall down into the fog below; his scream, and that of his brother as he uselessly struggled to reach out for him, were lost under Bill’s laugh.
“Hahahaha, oooh man, look at that!” he muttered, and hovered closer, circling the tiny, paint-splattered memory of what he had been long, long ago. “You brought a piece of me back! Thank you, Fordsy! You shouldn’t have!”
“Leave him alone, Cipher!” Stanford barked, causing Bill’s old memory to frown in confusion.
“But I’m not doing anything! Just told him to get outta the way so we can go to New Jersey!”
Well, now that was rich. Bill laughed again, reaching out to grab that tiny, clueless version of himself. With a snap of his fingers, he caused the coat of yellow paint to disappear, restoring him to his usual, dull gray self. Flatlanders - that was how those of his kind used to be called. In other dimensions, they were often referred to as Flatties. It was meant to be an insult and, as far as Bill was concerned, not an undeserved one.
Flat minds in a flat world with flat dreams.
But he had changed that. Oh boy, had he changed it. He had changed everything.
“Hello, little guy,” he said, bringing him closer to his eye. “You’re a long way from where you’re supposed to-- ow! HEY! Keep your fingers outta my eye!”
“I am not going back!” the kid shrieked, and turned his eye into a mouth; within a blink, sharp little teeth sunk Bill’s his finger. It was nothing, of course, no more painful than an ant’s bite for a human, and it made Bill laugh again.
“Oh, no? And where do you think you’re going?”
“New Jersey!”
“Pfft-- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! New Jersey? Seriously? Hah! What have you told this kid, Sixer?” Bill chortled, shooting Stanford’s pale, drawn face an amused glance before turning his eye back on the kid. “I hate to break it to ya, but you ain’t going to New Jersey.”
“I won’t go back in the Second Dimension! You can’t stop me!”
“Bleep!” Bill exclaimed, letting a red cross flash in his eye for a moment. “Wrong answer! Unfathomable power says I can. I mean, not that I’d need power to ruin your day out. It just ain’t happening. How do you think you’re going to New Jersey if you’re not even re--” he trailed off, realization hitting him suddenly, like a bolt of lighting.
I won’t go back in the Second Dimension!
That dimension was gone, had been gone for a trillion years. But the boy didn’t know; he was unaware of everything that had happened past the moment his memory had been created. And that meant… was that…? Bill blinked, and his eye turned back to Stanford. Earlier he had asked him what he’d told that kid, but now it looked like what really should have asked was, what hadn’t he told him? “... Wait a minute. You mean he doesn’t know what he is? Where we are? He actually thinks he’s the real deal? Hah! This is just adorable!”
Ford’s features twisted in anger and something that wasn’t too far away from pain. “Leave him alone! He doesn’t need to know--”
“If you think I’d hold back knowledge from myself, Brainiac, you’ve got another think coming,” Bill cut him off, not even looking at him. “Well, kiddo, I got news for ya. Like, lots of news, like the nature of the universe and a few very fun facts about our place in the Great Circle of Strife, but I’ll keep it short. The Second Dimension is gone ‘cause I burned it to the ground, you ain’t even real ‘cause you’re a memory of me in the past, and you’re never gonna see New Jersey. ‘Cause you’re not real, got that part? Oh, also your friend over there kept all of these bits of info for from you,” he added, eye flickering towards Stanford. “So did the others I swatted away, really. They were all in it. One big joke, kiddo, and you fell for it. Congrats.”
The boy stared at him, pupil wide, before frowning. “That makes no sense!”
“Sense is overrated. I am the real deal, little guy. I am real, and you are not.”
“You’re crazy!”
“Yup, that too! See, you’re starting to get it!” Bill confirmed, and opened his hand, twisting his wrist so that the boy would fall on his upturned palm. “Don’t believe me? Is it proof you want?”
“CIPHER!” Ford roared, struggling uselessly to break free of the chains. “LEAVE HIM ALO--”
“Take a good look, kiddo!” Bill snarled, and ignited his hand.
*** 
Billy screamed and screamed and screamed.
Out of all the horrible things Ford had heard echoing through his mind since the merging had started, that piercing, continuous shriek had to be the very worst one - drowning out Cipher’s laughter, and his own shouts as he struggled to somehow break free of his bonds. He tried to will the chains into breaking, but with no result; he may have been able to will things into happening in the Mindscape before, but now it was no longer his own Mindscape to control, and his grip on it had weakened too much. Even in there, he was powerless.
In the end, the shrieking ceased. It did not die down: it simply was cut off, abruptly as it had started. Stanford watched, eyes wide, as Bill extinguished the flames and pulled back his hand. He had dreaded seeing a charred, blackened form where Billy had been, but he seemed unscathed by the flames, not a mark on him.
Except that he wasn’t moving. He stayed still, suspended in the air, thin black limbs completely limp; his eye was wide open, but filled with nothing but gray static, like a broken television screen. Then that disappeared, too: the boy blinked and his eye returned to normal, the pupil blown wide with… disbelief? Surprise? Horror? It was hard to tell. What Stanford could tell, however, was that it was the gaze of someone who knew.
And when he spoke moments later, his voice thin as glass, there was no mistaking the hurt in it. “... You said that was the Third Dimension. You said we were going to New Jersey.”
You said I was going to change the world!
“I…”
“You lied,” Billy choked out. “My home is gone. I’m not real, I’m going nowhere and you lied.”
Bill! You lied to me!
“Aww, that’s harsh,” Bill cackled, giving Ford a one-eyed wink. “You didn’t quite lie, didya? Just kept relevant bits under wraps and let an overactive imagination fill the blanks. You didn’t need to lie. Feels familiar?”
You believed the shadows on the wall were real.
I am nothing like you, Ford wanted to say, but words wouldn’t leave him: all he could do was stare at the boy. “Billy…” he finally managed to force out, but he had no time to say more. With a shrug, Bill reached to grab the boy again. 
“Yep, boohoo indeed. Enough drama, kiddo. Get back in your memory and let the grownups talk. We got business to discuss,” he said, and casually flung him behind his back like he was discarding a used tissue.
Unlike Stanley, unlike their younger selves, Billy didn’t scream as he fell. He made no sound. He didn’t even try to reach out.
The fog swallowed him, and he was gone.
***
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 Asher smelled eggs. Was Theo cooking?
 “Thanks, Theo,” He mumbled, before cuddling up in bed.
 “Err, I think you’re lost, princey.”
 Asher squeaked, almost falling out of the bed. “Why are you sleeping with me?”
 “You death gripped my jacket and wouldn’t let go,” Cinn shrugged.
 “So just drop the jacket!”
 “I did. Then ya grabbed my shirt.”
 “Oh. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have blamed you right away like that,” Asher apologized.
 “It’s fine. If there was a weird skeleton in my bed, I’d flip my shit too. Well… technically there’s a weird dryad in my bed right now, but I’m managin’.”
 “If you’re in here, is it your brother that’s cooking?”
 “Yeah, he never lets me cook unless he’s out. He says it’s because my food sucks, but I know it’s ‘cause he likes cooking too much.”
 Asher smiled a little. It was nice to not do the cooking today. He’d come to associate it with stress, anger, and dissatisfaction from his partner.
 Ex-partner.
 “Well, thanks for letting me stay the night. I’m gonna go hit up a gas station for grub.”
 “You don’t need to do that. Breakfast is right here.”
 “Your brother’s cooking for you and himself, not the hideous guest you brought over last night.”
 “I’LL COOK FOR WHOEVER I DAMN WELL PLEASE.”
 How long had his brother been sitting there? There was a smug grin on his fanged face, his leg crossed over his knee. Asher reached up and shut his dropped jaw.
 “AND A GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO, GUEST.”
 “G-good morning. I’m really sorry for coming in like I did yesterday! I didn’t know I would be---”
 “NONE OF--- Ah. Excuse me. Inside voice. None of that. If Cinn trusted you enough to bring you into our home, then I trust Cinn’s judgement on your character.”
 Asher stood up and shook the Captain’s hand. “My name’s Asher. It’s nice to meet you. You really don’t have to cook--”
 “I know I don’t. But I want to, so I will. Now, I was going to make french toast, but would you prefer something else?”
 Asher’s stomach growled. He winced; it never used to be that loud. He’d never been so hungry for food in his life, even on the streets when he was going without.
 “I don’t want to inconvenience you, but could you make me an omelet? Mine always look terrible and I haven’t gotten the hang of them.”
 Were those stars in Edge’s eyes? They were only there for a second. Maybe Asher had imagined them.
 “I’LL DO YOU ONE BETTER AND SHOW YOU HOW TO DO IT PROPERLY! FOLLOW ME!”
 And he was off.
 “Hehehe, you got him riled up. Hope you like cookin’ lessons,” Cinn smiled, sighing contentedly.
 “I usually associate cooking with fighting,” Asher admitted. “But I want to try.”
 “That’s all he needs. Now, go make an omelet, princey.”
 Asher almost fell on his ass trying to reach the bedroom door. Cinn floated him his cane.
 “Right…. Thanks.”
 The cane was hard to get used to. It was poor quality, and he could hear it creak with every step he took. Not that he had the money to buy a new one.
 “WHAT’S THE HOLDU--- OH. My apologies. I often forget that not all monsters can keep pace with the Captain of the Royal Guard, nyeh heh heh.”
 “No, I should have been faster.”
 “I WAS BEING IMPATIENT. IT IS ONE OF MY FEW FAULTS. PLEASE FORGIVE ME.”
 Asher just nodded, trying to make this conversation go away.
 “NOW THEN! THE FIRST--- the first step is prep. And it’s the most important!” Edge smiled brightly at him, showing off very pointed teeth. It was cute. Scary but cute. “What do you like best in your omelet?”
 “Errr, usually just ham and cheese. Bacon if I make a little extra change that week.”
 “Have you ever considered yellow curry powder?” Edge grinned.
 “I hadn’t. I’m willing to give it a shot, though,” Asher agreed, surprised.
 “Well. Reach in the fridge and set out the ham, and whatever cheese you like. I have a very large variety, so if you are having trouble deciding, I will be happy to assist.”
 “Probably just cheddar.” Asher was a little embarrassed. Some of those individual cheeses were worth more than he made in a shift, and he was a guy of simple tastes anyway.
 “Cheddar’s versatility is highly underrated. There is no shame in choosing a safe favorite,” Edge assured him. “Here. A chair so that you can cut cheese off the block without worrying about your cane.” He floated a chair over to the table so that Asher could cut. Asher thanked him and sat down.
 “How much am I making? Just for myself, or are we all having omelettes now?”
 “We’ll all have omelettes, and I can take my current leftovers to Honey and Azure’s house later. Also, you need the practice.”
 Asher nodded and started slicing the cheese.
     “No, no, you’re doing it all wrong.”  
     “Well, you’re not teaching me in a way that I can learn! There’s a bunch of intermediate steps that you don’t tell me about, and then you get mad when I can’t read your mind!”  
     “Ugh, forget it. Just make scrambled.”  
     “I--- we’re halfway through! I don’t wanna waste all our work.”  
     “You burned the fucking hollandaise! It’s already wasted.” Theo tossed off his apron. “I’m eating somewhere else.”  
 “ASHER, YOU’RE BLEEDING!”
 “What?”
 Asher’s spasms had begun again, and he’d sliced his finger open while daydreaming. Black sap, thicker than molasses, poured out of him. It smelled like blood and maple syrup. He gagged on the scent, the look of it, everything.
 “Here, I’ll get the first aid kit.”
 Before Asher could protest, Edge’s magic gently removed the knife from his hands, pressed his hands down to still them, and patched him up. He was very thorough, disinfecting the wound with immense care. As if anything would ever grow on Asher again.
 “That should do it. Would you like to stop for now?”
     “I’m eating somewhere else.”  
 “N-no! I want to learn.” Asher winced, waiting for pushback.
 Instead, Edge gave him an impressed look. “Then let’s continue. You got some blood on the cheese, so you’ll have to start over. Do you think you can cut it without hurting yourself?”
 Asher nodded, determined to keep his head in the present.
 He kept having flickers of arguments in his mind, but he pushed them down and cut enough cheese off the block for every omelet.
 “Excellent work. When your hands are not spasming, you have a very good touch for detail.”
 Asher didn’t know what to say to that, so his head nodded, then shook.
 “The ham is pre-sliced at the deli counter where I shop, so you just need to lay it out so that it’s immediately accessible.”
 “I can do that.”
 “That’s what I like to hear. Just don’t push yourself too hard.”
 Asher’s twitching slowed down, and he was able to lay the ham out with no problems. Nice.
 “Now! Do you think that you can cleanly crack some eggs?”
 Asher shook his head. He didn’t want to get egg everywhere.
 “Then I shall do this part, but there are handy devices that will crack an egg for you. I can purchase one for you in the future.”
 Before Asher could protest, Edge moved right on.
 “Now, many home cooks do not know this, but you should add just a bit of water to your egg mixture. It will make them fluffier.”
 “Really? That seems counterintuitive,” Asher was surprised.
 “It does, but it works.” He handed the pitcher to Asher. Asher spilled a little bit of it, but got enough water into the bowl.
 “Now, I am not sure you’re within capacity to whisk by hand, so here is an electric whisk. The lowest setting should be fine… whisk until your yolks and whites are completely blended.”
 Asher nodded. It took focus to hold the electric whisk, but he managed to work it out fine.
 “Wonderful. I have been preheating our pan at high heat. I use copper, but you should probably use nonstick for all of your needs. Grab the stick of butter and rub the tip all over the bottom of the pan until it is completely covered; take care not to burn yourself.”
 Asher nodded. The butter hissed a little upon touching the pan, but he didn’t startle and held his hands steady.
 “When the butter stops foaming, the pan is ready.”
 The butter stopped foaming.
 “Now, add the eggs, carefully.”
 “I don’t think I should.”
 “Then, I shall.” Edge added the eggs.
 “Let the eggs sit for a while, then scramble the loose eggs over the set ones a bit.”
 He did.
 “Now we can add toppings. I shall do this part.”
 The ham and cheese was added.
 “Now, we only need to flip one side, because the other will flip itself when we slide it onto the plate. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
 It had been fun, but painfully eye-opening. What used to be a task he could do in his sleep now required his full concentration and he couldn’t chop cheese right. He couldn’t even pour water right.
 “What is wrong? We still have 2 more to go.”
 “I--- I’m sorry…. I’ll just get in the way ...”
 Edge gently took his hand.
 “Asher. I said that I would teach you how to do this. Because I am prepared to teach you, as you are, how to best make an omelet. If you need my magic to steady your hands, or you need me to do some steps, I volunteered to do it, and I want to.”
 Asher didn’t know how to respond to that.
 Helping him as he was.
 An invalid.
 Someone useless.
 “Get out of your head and back to the kitchen, Ash,” Cinn grounded him, having teleported in.
 Asher took a deep breath, and continued to make breakfast until everything was done.
 “.... Alright… it's done." The whole thing had worked him up into a light sweat. Cooking. Had made him sweat.
 "Grub time, space cadet," Cinn gently nudged him and guided him to his seat.
 It was the best omelet he's ever had in his life. Edge had used three eggs for him despite his insistence that one was enough, and he could see why.
 Wait, why did Edge know that? Cinn had been around the hospital, so him overhearing wasn't out of the ordinary.
 "How do you already know what to do? Every step I take, you seem ready to catch me. You have an abnormal amount of knowledge about such a rare condition."
 Cinn sighed. "You're a sharp one, princey. I actually wanted to talk to ya about it. My--- our dad--- has the same condition. So we've been through the motions already."
 "Except he wasn't nearly as appreciative of our help and swatted at us when we tried to touch him," Edge grumbled. "I thought I was short tempered and irritable, and then I met my father."
 Asher swallowed. "Estranged family?"
 "Well, he and many others we know we're hurtling through the VOID, so… yes. That's about as estranged as one can get," Edge chuckled.
 "Wait, there are more? Then why did Dr. Dreemurr make it seem so rare?" He asked Cinn, confused.
 "Well…. Uh…. It's not as… visible on 'em as it is on you. No offense. But they like to keep it under the rug. We try an' respect their wishes, but bro and I thought it was important this time."
 "When did you two talk?"
 "I woke Cinn earlier and we charled while you were canoodling."
 Asher's face turns darker, yet darker.
 "Nyeh heh heh, worry not! I was only teasing you a bit. Anyways, my brother expressed concerns about homelessness with me, and---"
 "No. I won't be a burden to you or the Royal Family."
 Cinn sighed. "Had a feelin' you would say that… so we came up with somethin' else."
 "Our family recently bought a… vintage--"
 "Derelict," Cinn interjected.
 ".... Homely, very small assisted living home, repurposed from a large old mansion."
 Asher opened his mouth to protest, but Edge stopped him.
 "Now, we do not intend on putting the place back in business. But our father, and his colleagues, as much as they'd never admit it, are finding living there, even on their own, to be far more accessible than living with us or in a regular apartment."
 Cinn sighed. "They're going to work, and doin' a little better than when they were livin' with us and our cousins, but visiting is… a bit of a nightmare?"
 Edge nodded.
 "Anyways, since we've noticed you despise taking something for nothing, our proposal is this: you may have a room and a study in the mansion, and your duty is to keep the house at least a little cleaner than when we last saw it… and try to keep our fathers from killing each other."
 Asher paused. He'd just gotten out of a shitty roommate situation, and now they were offering him another, with a nebulous amount of roommates. But it was a mansion, not a one room studio apartment, and they were strangers, not the person who was supposed to be the love of his life.
 Maybe he could make this work.
 "I want to meet your cousins, make sure they're okay with it, then I want to see the grounds… and at least glimpse the people I would be living with."
 "Heh, glimpse is pretty fuckin' accurate. Those guys are like mole rats. They stay in their lab if they're in a good mood, disperse to their studies once they start fightin', and occasionally remember to sleep."
 "In the worst possible places, I might add. On the couch, under the couch, in the middle of the hall, in the bathroom… that is probably something you should be aware of as well."
 Asher nodded.
 "How soon can I meet your cousins and see the grounds? I don't want to keep infringing on your space."
 "Hmm… I can ask and see if they can clear their schedules. Give me a moment.
     LordEdgeLord: HELLO
 LordEdgeLord: I WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY ANNOUNCE THAT, NO THANKS TO ANY OF YOU, I HAVE LOCATED WHAT I BELIEVE TO BE A SUITABLE TENANT
 Nillawafer: you sure that's a good idea?
 the fight over the stolen k cups hasn't even been resolved yet
 LordEdgeLord: LOOK, THERE WILL LITERALLY NEVER BE A 'GOOD TIME' FOR US TO INTRODUCE CHANGE INTO THAT HOUSE. THE TENANT IS UNDER DURESS AND I WOULD LIKE TO MOVE HIM IN QUICKLY.
 Nillawafer: wait a sec
 Nillawafer: is this the void accident victim? My answer's no.
 LordEdgeLord: AND WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOUR ANSWER BE THE DECIDING ONE WHEN NO ONE ELSE IN THE CHAT HAS SAID ANYTHING
 LordEdgeLord: WHAT WOULD PAPY SAY ABOUT YOU SPEAKING FOR HIM?
 Nillawafer: you keep my little bro the fuck out of this. He doesn't need to know
 PapayaSkeleton95: NEED TO KNOW ABOUT WHAT, SANS
 Nillawafer: oh you piece of shit Edge
 LordEdgeLord: YES. I'M TRYING TO FIND LODGING FOR A MAN WHO HAS NOTHING LEFT AND I'M THE PIECE OF SHIT.
 PapayaSkeleton95: LOOK BOTH OF YOU STOP TYPING I'M READING THROUGH THE HISTORY
 PapayaSkeleton95: OK I'M DONE READING
 PapayaSkeleton95: YOU HAVE MY BLESSING EDGE
 Nillawafer: wth paps?? You know throwing some decrepit beat up void victim into that house is just gonna make all of them feel worse
 Nillawafer: the last thing we need is them getting paranoid and working harder towards a cure that doesn't exist
 PapayaSkeleton95: SANS THEY WILL CONTINUE WORK ON THAT CONFOUNDED CURE NO MATTER WHAT WE DO
 PapayaSkeleton95: YOU KNOW WE CANNOT HELP THEM
 Nillawafer: that doesn't mean we have to make it worse
 PapayaSkeleton95: WE CANNOT HELP OUR FATHERS. BUT WE CAN HELP THIS YOUNG MAN. HE'S STILL IN COLLEGE SANS, HE'S BARELY YOUNGER THAN I AM
 PapayaSkeleton95: WHO KNOWS, MAYBE THIS NEW PERSON CAN ASSIST THEM IN WAYS THAT WE CANNOT
 HoneyMcStickyBuns: sorry to interject but that's a lotta pressure to put on a guy who almost died. Just wanted to make that clear
 PapayaSkeleton95: OH OF COURSE
 I DID NOT MEAN TO INSINUATE THAT THEY WERE REQUIRED TO
 HoneyMcStickyBuns: I dunno. I feel like that house is the worst place to recover. how would you feel if you were constantly surrounded by hateful old men who think you're nothing?
 PapayaSkeleton95: I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THAT FEELS. I AM A LAWYER IN MY 20S SURROUNDED BY HUMANS THAT WANT TO SEE ME FAIL. I THINK YOU ARE MAKING A JUDGEMENT CALL THAT IS UP TO THE TENANT TO DECIDE FOR HIMSELF
 HoneyMcStickyBuns: welp last thing I need is to get blamed for more trauma and shit going wrong so my vote's a no
 L00dBerry: I VOTE YES! IF IT'S EITHER THAT OR THEM BEING ALL ALONE, THEN MAYBE OUR FATHERS WOULD BE BETTER COMPANY
 HoneyMcStickyBuns: thought I told you to change your name
 L00dBerry: SURE THING HoneyMcStickyBuns
 Nillawafer: ok if you two are gonna keep fighting then you should log off and do it irl. We have other votes to collect
 EDGE: SO FAR 3 YES AND 2 NO
 Nillawafer: i counted 2
 SinnamonRoll: yeah my vote's yes vanilla
 Nillawafer: really Cinn? You know this is gonna end in disaster
 SinnamonRoll: actually Nil, I don't
 And neither do you, not really, so stop acting like you're fuckin smarter than everyone
 Nillawafer: ok Cinn real convincing
 SourGrapes333: MY VOTE IS MAYBE. I NEED TO MEET THEM FIRST.
 Xxxprxo: agreed
 Cortad0: I agree with my brothers.
 Scampalicious: yes for me
 Vionetta: MY FILTHY ASHTRAY BROTHER HAS SPOKEN WELL ENOUGH OF THIS PERSON THAT I WOULD LIKE TO CONCUR.
 F1lmN0iR: MY BROTHER AND I SAY NO. NO ONE ELSE SHOULD HAVE TO PUT UP WITH OUR MANIPULATIVE BASTARD OF A FATHER
 sMutty: yeah it's a no for me. Thanks m'Lord
 LickmyIliacs: I'M ALWAYS HAPPY TO SEE OUR FATHER BRANCHING OUT.
 Rosieposa: yeah poor guy really needs a new playmate
 LordEdgeLord: THAT IS IN NO WAY A PART OF HIS DUTIES AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU TELLING HIM OTHERWISE YOU DEGENERATES
 Rosieposa: are you as boring in bed as you are in this chat
     Rosieposa was kicked for: 1 hour  
 LordEdgeLord: ANYWAYS
 KissMyAxe: typical of you to not even ask how we feel edgy
 SugarSpiceandNice: NoW noW bRoTHER
 I THinK it'S a LOVELy iDEA ESpeCIALLY FOR OUr FATHEr. He TeNDS TO selF ISOlatE JUst LiKE YOu!
 KissMyAxe: my concern is the kid himself being isolated. that old man seems perfectly happy to spend the rest of eternity staring into space and hiding in his bed but this new guy might not be the same
 My vote's a no
 SugarSpiceandNice: YES FOR ME
 LordEdgeLord: SO WE HAVE MOSTLY YESES AND A FEW MAYBES. WOULD ANY OF YOU LIKE TO MEET THE YOUNG MAN FOR LUNCH OR DINNER
 Nillawafer: fine. But it's gonna be at the mansion. He deserves to see what it's really like in there.
 LordEdgeLord: YES WHATEVER
 Edge looked up. "They want to meet today at dinner, in the manor."
 “Jeez, already? That was fast.”
 “Yeah, whenever Nilla doesn’t feel like draggin’ his fuckin’ feet.”
 “SANS! It’s ‘dragging his      mother    fucking feet.” Both brothers had a good chuckle at that.
 “Well…. I don’t have anything to wear. Besides what’s on me right now.”
 Edge looked at him incredulously. “Are you kidding? That’s the easiest thing to fix ever. We’re going shopping!”
 “Wh--what? I don’t have shopping money!“
 “Well, the King and Queen do, and I’ve already texted them. They’re not taking no for an answer this time!”
 Asher sighed deeply. Maybe shopping wouldn’t hurt, not this time.
 “Alright. Let’s go shopping.”
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