#my dad still bats his eyelashes at me like a cop when he hears a fuck or even a shit in the lyrics and goes WHAT WAS THAT?? but mildly

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

being a teen gen z, gen alpha terrifies the living fuck outta me.

#these kids be using ipads for like video calling and shit when i've not even used the camera of an apple device like wtf #like i haven't even held an iphone. no one in my fam has one. we all are like SAMSUNG SUPREMACY because it has memory and battery life #whenever i realise one of my teachers uses a macbook i go like- #HEY THEY USE APPLE THAT'S WHY THEY HAVE SHIT INTERNET QUALITY! now i get why i can't ever hear shit in their class. #and the worst part of that is that they don't even know what i just said means. they be using that without even knowing what a usb port is! #like desi gen alpha be like OMG DID YOU WATCH THE EPISODE OF BIG BOSS LAST NIGHT? BITCH MY PARENTS WOULD DISOWN ME IF I STAYED UP THAT LATE #they would be like go to bed and don't you dare eavesdrop this shit or we'll lock you in the fucking bathroom for a week #AND THAT TOO THEY WATCH IT AS LIKE 8 YEAR OLDS??? LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? I STILL DON'T WATCH THAT SHOW BECAUSE IT'S SO NEGATIVE! #i just feel like i'm talking like a threatened millennial and i totally get them man. i confess that i am fucking PETRIFIED of these kids. #they be like wearing uggs at FOUR and like leopard print and shit and be making ig reels and i be like MOM WHAT IS E: DRIVE??? #istg i am nowhere except tumblr and pinterest and these KIDS have like fricking DISCORD ACCOUNTS and LISTEN TO R RATED MUSIC #my dad still bats his eyelashes at me like a cop when he hears a fuck or even a shit in the lyrics and goes WHAT WAS THAT?? but mildly #and i'm a teen! #my parents would stop me from using the INTERNET if they found a word like fuck in the lyrics of the songs i listened to at that age! #i am not even sure if i had allowance to use internet at that age- i was allowed google at like 10 i think- #these kids get that shit at like what 4???? i mean??? oKAY i GUESS??? #gen alpha #see these kids even have a weird name #totally understandable #raj shitposting

[holylulusworld]

The Roommate (5) - Happy together

Summary: You and John belong together.

Pairing: AU John Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, OFC Sharon

Warnings: language, angst, plus sized reader, mentions of sex, flirty John, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, implied smut

A/N: The idea for plot and some details came from @shooterere per request.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​

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“So, are you healthy again,” Dean sits on your desk, to watch you hastily thumb through a few contracts. “Y/N, I asked you a question.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you squeak, eyes drifting toward John walk into your office, smirking like someone who stole your virginity not days ago. “Perfectly fine.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” muttering John’s eldest son gets up from your desk to warily watch his father round your desk to hand you another contract. “You fucked!”

“What?” you choke on air, looking at John with wide, fearful eyes.

“I can smell the tension and you look like dad marked your whole body with his teeth,” pointing at the bite mark on your neck, the one you tried to poorly hide with a scarf Dean smirks.

“I got no clue what you are talking about,” John grumbles, sitting on your desk, fingers dancing over your thigh. “And if I tasted her sweetness, it’s mine from now on.”

“Naughty girl got her hands on my dad. Good job, sweetheart,” Dean offers you a high-five. “Don’t let him get away with stealing your sweetness, keep him at your house and never stop riding his dick.”

“Dean!” you tut. “Not so loud. I-I didn’t ride his dick!”

“Dad,” Dean gives his father a stern look, but his lips curve into a dirty grin. “Let that girl ride dick. Give her what she needs.”

“Son, I swear I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident if you don’t stop right now,” threatening his son John watches you intensely.

You burst into laughter when Dean looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Aw, don’t hurt Dean. He’s lonely and begs for attention.”

“’m not,” Dean protests. “Maybe I’m simply happy my father finally got laid. He won’t be grumpy anymore, lucky bastard.” ushering out of the room before his father can fulfill his promise to kill him, Dean smirks. “I’m gonna tell Sammy I won the bet. Thank you for fifty bucks.”

“Bet?” you cock your head to look at Dean.

“Yeah, I said dad won’t make it another week. Sammy said he’ll wait two more weeks. Bobby grumbled something about that this is none of our fucking business but lost anyway.”

“That fucker,” John groans when you giggle again. “That’s not funny. My son’s made bets on my sex life.”

“What’s all this?” looking at the bouquet of red roses you wonder why John smiles at you. “John?”

“It’s our three months anniversary,” he explains. “I know it’s not an anniversary people usually celebrate but I felt like bringing you flowers today, doll.”

“John, the flowers are beautiful, but you didn’t have to buy them for me,” your heart flutters when John exclaims he couldn’t stop thinking about you when he saw the roses. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, doll,” John pecks your cheek, groaning when he hears Dean clear his throat behind his back.

“Sorry to disturb your quickie at Y/N’s office but I need help with the new customer. That guy drives me nuts. He refuses to let me open the hood. I tried to explain to him that I can’t find out what’s wrong with his car without having a look at the engine.”

“Fine, give me a few minutes and I’ll talk to that douche. What’s wrong with people lately. Who comes to a mechanic only to refuse to let them open the hood of his car?”

“Sir, if you don’t want us to repair your car, you are free to go and look for someone else,” John grunts. For half an hour he tried to convince his latest customer to open the hood of his car for Dean or Bobby.

“I came out here,” the man retorts, “only for you to not knowing how to find out what's wrong with my car.”

“I told you an hour ago that your car sounds like there is nothing wrong with the engine. The noises it makes tells me all I need to know, but I can’t repair it without opening the hood,” Dean lost his patience minutes ago and only wants to get rid of the annoying customer.

“Boss, there’s someone called Jim on the phone, he says his car is broken,” you poke your head out of the window to call for your boss. “Do you have a minute, John?”

“What did you say?” John looks in your direction, furrowing his brows as he didn’t get what you said. “Can you come out, doll?”

“Just a minute, boss,” you give John a thumb up before closing the window.

“Pastor Jim said it looks like the engine overheated,” you explain. “Shall I call him back and tell him you’ve got no time.” glancing at the customer you furrow your brows. “That guy, I know him.”

“You do?” John wonders, looking over his shoulder before he leads you a few steps away. “How come that you know him?”

“That guy, he’s an asshole,” you huff. “Marcy, one of my colleagues, kicked him out once. He came to our library every Thursday only to walk around, sneering at anyone who wanted to help him, and then, he just left, slamming the door shut.”

“Sonofabitch!” Dean yells, throwing his hands up in surrender and you snicker at his outburst.

“Kathy from the shop around the corner told us he came to her shop, looked around, grunted at her employees, and told her she should fire them as they tried to help him.”

“Fine, that is enough. I will kick that bastard out and we can have a lunch break,” John walks toward the customer.

“Dad, that was freaking awesome when you threatened to demolish his car,” Dean laughs, stealing another slice of pizza. “I never saw a guy run faster toward his car.”

“Seems like he gets off by treating people like shit,” Bobby explains. “Must be one lonely bastard.”

“Loneliness is awful, Mr. Singer,” you say, smiling when John grasps for your hand to squeeze it tightly. “Maybe he tried to get attention or something.”

“I want to talk to Johnny,” Sharon complains, pushing against the door. “Let me inside.”

“Listen, this is my house, and I don’t want you to enter it. If you want to talk to John, call him. I want you to leave my property or I’ll call the cops and you’ll get arrested,” you stand your ground. “But you shouldn’t waste your time, John doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“How do you wanna know, bitch?” she just doesn’t get the message. Sharon throws insults at you, not caring you flinch when she called you fat and ugly.

“What the fuck, Sharon!” John growls. He slams the door in her face to check on you. “Doll, I want you to go to bed as planned. I’ll take care of Sharon. Don’t worry,” he pecks your hair softly,” she won’t come back.

“O-okay,” you nod, giving John a pained smile. “I’ll be waiting for you, John. Do you still want to watch that movie?”

“Sure thing, doll,” he smirks, eyes shamelessly roaming your body. “And later I’m gonna devour that sweet pussy of yours again…”

You giggle at his words, eyes no longer filled with tears. “Catch me if you can, Winchester.”

“Aw, my girl tries to play hard to get,” John growls. “Give me five to get rid of Sharon and I’ll rock your world…”

“No, you will let me speak first,” John says, raising one hand to stop Sharon. “Before you broke up with me for a boy half my age, I already knew we are over. We never matched but I stayed with you, too afraid to end up alone.”

“You need me, John,” Sharon purrs, batting her eyelashes. She pouts, hoping John will change his mind.

“I don’t know why you keep on coming back to me, Sharon. It was you ending our relationship. I’m going to tell you this one last time. WE. ARE. OVER. I don’t want you to ever come back here.”

“Is it because of that chick? She can’t give you what I can give you, Johnny,” she coos.

“True,” Sharon smirks, believing she got one step closer to her goal. “Y/N gives me so much more. A home. Warmth. Love. I love that girl,” John slams the door in Sharon’s face before she can say another word. “Now move your ass off her property before she calls the cops.”

“Damn me, you are killing this poor old man,” John pants. He runs one hand over your sweaty back, laughing when you lazily lift your head. “Dean was right, I should’ve let you ride me first thing when we got home.”

“Don’t tell him,” you laugh, patting John’s chest. “I liked it, though.”

“Sharon will never bug you again, doll. I made sure she got the message,” you smile to yourself. “I love you too, John.”

“You heard me, didn’t you?” he groans. “I’m not good at admitting feelings but it’s true, I love you, Y/N.”

“You’re cute when you admit your feelings, John Winchester. I’m glad it was you who moved into my house. You’re the best roommate ever…”

The End...

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#The Roommate (5) - Happy together #AU John #john winchester #au john winchester #au john x reader #au john Winchester x reader #plus size reader #angst #fluff

[king-finnigan]

For the mash up prompts: 55, Established Relationship and 69, Flirting Under Fire. Geraskier is my OTP, but I also feel like it'd be fun with any Witcher/Witcher pairing 😍

Sorry for the late answer, dear! I’m a bit busy with school right now, so anyone who’s still waiting for a reply, please bear with me! I will get to it eventually.

Also I did make this Geraskier, because I haven’t read the books or played the games, so I’m not entirely comfortable writing the other Witchers as major characters 😅

***

Of three things Jaskier is absolutely certain.

1. He regrets each and every action that has lead up to now, to the situation he has suddenly found himself in.

2. There are two pairs of eyes trained on him and Geralt, as they sit at the bar, one friendly, one hostile. Or both friendly. Or both hostile. He’s not sure of things like that anymore.

3. He loves Geralt. He really does. But his boyfriend might be the worst undercover cop he’s ever seen in his entire goddamn life.

As the son of the patriarch of the Pankratz family, he’s seen a lot of undercover cops - some better than others, yet no matter how good, all of them were found out by his dad, and got executed and dumped into the ocean. But none of them have been as bad as Geralt.

He really does wonder how the hell his boyfriend managed to get hired by the FBI, as Geralt looks at him, unease evident on his face - even though he’s supposed to seduce Jaskier - and says: “I- I like your... eyes. They’re... very blue.” 

Jaskier swallows thickly, hand tightening around the pint in front of him, as he fights the overwhelming urge to slam his head into the bar. He can feel his dad’s eyes boring into his back, and remembers the conversation they had earlier that day, when he pulled Jaskier aside, telling him he’s a hundred percent sure that their latest acquisition is an undercover cop - because of course he immediately knew Geralt wasn’t a criminal, big shocker - and that Jaskier needs to get close to him, find out what the Feds know about their operations and criminal activity.

He sighs, softly, trying to save Geralt’s awkward flirting, by shooting him a quick wink, putting on his most charming smile. “Thanks. My eyes are pretty special, though, they’re only blue when I’m looking at hot people.”

Geralt stammers, frowning a bit, mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land, and Jaskier has to fight not to smack his forehead.

“But...” Geralt eventually replies “they’re always blue, no matter who you’re looking at.”

Now Jaskier has to fight the urge not to smack Geralt. He shoots a quick look over his shoulder, seeing his dad still staring at him. He turns back to his boyfriend who is actually not supposed to be his boyfriend at all. “Geralt, work with me goddammit. We’re supposed to seduce each other and it’s not gonna be believable if you say stupid shit like that,” he hisses.

“Sorry, I’m not good at this,” Geralt whispers back.

“Fucking clearly!”

He shoots a look over his other shoulder, meeting the other pair of eyes that keeps staring at them. Geralt’s colleague, another undercover cop. She’s been in the family a while, and his dad only keeps her around to feed her false information about their activities, to put the Feds on wild goose chases for drug or weapon deals that are never gonna happen.

Though, he knows that she’s aware that the information they’ve been feeding her is false, by now. That’s why the Feds sent Geralt - to seduce Jaskier, the brazen, gay wildchild of the Pankratz patriarch, and maybe get correct information about the family’s business. And she’s keeping an eye on them, to make sure Geralt does his job and doesn’t betray her or himself.

Little does she know Jaskier’s dad already knows Geralt’s a cop.

Because Geralt fucking sucks at being undercover.

He tries again. “Your eyes are lovely, though.” They’re one of the first things he noticed about Geralt when they first met, about a year ago, a few hours before they slept together for the first time. Neither of them had known about each other’s occupations at the time, and by the time they figured out that they were supposed to be mortal enemies, it had been too late - they had already fallen for each other.

“Thanks...” Geralt mutters, toying with his own pint “I... need them to see.”

Jaskier wonders how the fuck he ever managed to fall in love with this idiot.

But, then again, there hadn’t been any need for flirting, when they first met. They had instantly been attracted to each other, and talking just got in the way of kissing, really. And after that, Jaskier had fallen for Geralt because he always expressed his love through his actions, not his words.

So, really, deep down, he had already known Geralt would suck at flirting and would fail at ‘seducing’ Jaskier, especially with Jaskier’s dad and the other cop staring at them the whole time.

The question, really, is: how the fuck didn’t the FBI see this coming? Did they really think they could just put a hot man next to Jaskier, and he would immediately dive into bed with him and tell him all his family’s secrets?

Granted, that’s exactly what happened - a year ago, though. Not that the FBI knows. Not that they’ll ever know, hopefully.

He tries to summarize the situation for himself, as all these schemes and intrications have got his head spinning.

So, long story short: He is part of the mob, Geralt is a cop. They’ve been in a secret relationship for about a year now, and Jaskier’s dad expects him to seduce Geralt so they can find out what the Feds know, and the Feds expect Geralt to seduce Jaskier so they can get correct intel on the Pankratz’s activities.

Fucking marvellous.

He tries to have one more go at this ‘seduction’ thing, just to at least keep up appearances a little bit. “So, Ger-” he blinks, trying to remember his boyfriend’s undercover name “James. Is your hair white everywhere, or just on your head?” He leans his elbow on the bar, putting his chin in his hand, his index finger pulling his lower lip down slightly, looking up at Geralt through his lashes.

Just because his boyfriend sucks at flirting, doesn’t mean Jaskier can’t do it.

And, fortunately, it works. Geralt’s eyes flick down to Jaskier’s lips for a brief moment, as he shifts in his seat a bit, a blush creeping up his neck. “I- uh...”

Jaskier looks at him innocently, batting his eyelashes, exaggerating it so he’s sure his dad and the other undercover cop can see it. “I would love to find out.”

Geralt blinks again, leaning towards Jaskier. “You already know that, though.”

Jaskier sighs, once again resisting the urge to smash his head into the bar. “Geralt, I love you but you’re so fucking stupid. How the hell did you ever get hired by the FBI?” he hisses.

“I’m sorry, I’m just a bit stressed.”

“Yes, I can see that! The whole fucking bar can see that! This is never going to be believable if you keep acting like I’m holding you at gunpoint!”

“Oh, my bad, sorry I’m a bit nervous about this. It’s not as if your dad’s gonna execute me if he finds out I’m an undercover cop!” He sounds properly angry now, brows knitted together over furious amber eyes.

Jaskier scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He already fucking knows, Geralt. You’re literally the worst undercover cop I’ve ever seen and the FBI sends us, like, a dozen a year. He’s only keeping you alive if I can seduce you - or, at least” he waves his hand non-committally “if he thinks I’ve seduced you.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry you even more, you absolute idiot! You’re already acting like someone shoved a stick so far up your ass it’s triggering your gag reflex!”

“You of all people should know that I don’t have a gag reflex!”

Jaskier blinks, raising his finger at Geralt. “I know that, and I love you, but that wasn’t my point. My point was-” he lowers his hand, frowning. “What was my point?”

He looks up when he hears his dad’s voice next to him. “Everything alright here?”

Jaskier smiles, leaning away from Geralt until he’s sitting upright again. “Everything’s perfectly fine,” he shoots Geralt, who’s still glaring at him, a warning look. “Right, James?”

Geralt stares at him for another second, before leaning back as well, smiling at Jaskier’s dad so unconvincingly it makes Jaskier cringe. “Yeah, everything’s great.”

The patriarch looks between them for a split second. “Right.” He looks at Jaskier. “If anything’s the matter, tell me.” He looks at Geralt, though his words are still directed towards his son. “I’ll take care of it, then.”

“Nope! Everything’s perfectly fine. Nothing to worry about.”

Jaskier’s dad nods, and walks away. Geralt glares at him again. “And I thought you said I was a shitty actor!”

Jaskier grits his teeth together, standing up abruptly, taking Geralt’s arm, dragging his boyfriend/supposed-to-be-mortal-enemy to the back of the bar, into his dad’s office, slamming the door behind him. “Fucking stop looking at me like you’re going to kill me! You’re convincing no one that you’re seducing me!”

“Maybe that’s a good thing!” Geralt half-shouts. “Maybe if I can’t seduce you, they’ll pull me out of this operation and things can go back to normal!”

“No, they fucking can’t! Cause if I can’t seduce you, my dad’s gonna have your head because you’re the worst fucking undercover cop in the history of the FBI!”

“I could just leave! I could walk out of here and never show my face again! Problem solved!”

“No! He’ll just track you down and kill you anyways, you mud-for-brains idiot!”

“Then what do you suppose we do? You pretend you’ve seduced me and then what? We can’t fucking keep this up forever!”

Jaskier frowns, thinking for half a second. “Then you just out yourself as an undercover cop and say you’ve switched sides! There! End of discussion, problem solved!”

“But I won’t switch sides!”

“It doesn’t fucking matter whose side you’re on if you’re dead!”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck me yourself, you coward!”

“I already am!”

Jaskier blinks. “Fair enough.” He laughs when Geralt leans against the wall and almost knocks a painting off its hook.

He stalks forward. “Gods, Geralt, you’re so fucking stupid.” He grabs his boyfriend by the back of his neck, pulling him closer, smashing their lips together.

Geralt groans in surprise, but immediately kisses him back, pulling Jaskier flush against his chest.

The door to the office opens, and Jaskier pulls back, meeting eyes with his dad, who’s standing in the doorway. 

“My apologies,” the patriarch says, “I didn’t realize you two were... busy.” He closes the door behind him.

“Right,” Jaskier mutters, as Geralt laughs softly. “Problem solved, I guess.”

#squish answers #geraskier #drabble #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher #modern au #mob au #cop au #that's a lot of au's honey #coconutjellystory

[strangest-loser]

Twilight Rewrite

Fire in my Blood ~ Jasper Hale x OC ~ Book One: Chapter Three

Chapter One / Chapter Two

Being in the hospital was something Alessia enjoyed on a regular day, just not when she is stuck in the bed.

"come on Carlisle you know I'm fine, let me go home" Alessia grumbled from her bed, it was the next day and while the pain in her head was gone she was itching to get back to her own bed.

Carlisle turned to face the girl who was swinging we legs over the edge of her cot. "Your concussion seems to be clearing up nicely but I can't let you drive home alone, your father is working so I'll call someone to drive you" he said to the girl, laughing at the loud, sarcastic groan that she let out, but he knew that she wouldn't argue with him, she respected Carlisle almost as much as she respected Charlie.

On the list of people she expected to pick her up from the hospital (a list which included Alice, Rosalie, Emmet, Bella, Steve the milk man and that one pidgin she saw in a target last week) Jasper Hale was the last person Alessia expected to see waiting beside a car just outside the doors.

"you know if I didn't know any better I would assume you were stalking me Jazzy" Alessia sang as she jogged towards the curly haired blonde who shot her a killer smile. "Now why would I ever do that doll?"

That made a shiver crawl through her body, it was new, Jasper barely ever spoke to her, and he had never called her doll before. But she loved it.

"Doll? That's new, you think I'm pretty cowboy?" Alessia asked in a sweetened voice batting her eyelashes at be boy sitting in the driver's seat. His low laugh trickled into her ears as he put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot, " very funny Alessia."

The car ride was silent until curiosity killed it. "so I need to ask you, how come the sudden interest?" This definitely sparked the boys interest as his eyes flickered to meet hers, "you seem to hate the sight of me for two whole years but suddenly you are my knight in a shining Volvo driving me home, your mood swings are giving me whiplash what gives?"

One thing Alessia prided herself in was that she was incredibly intuitive. Before she met Carlisle when she was 15 she had wanted to work at the FBI for the Behavioural Analysis Unit. She loved helping people and she wanted to follow her dad's footsteps and stop the bad guys. She watched criminal minds religiously since the day it first aired and apart from her undeniable crush on the resident genius Dr Spencer Reid she gained a serious respect for the people who protect her country, but after meeting Carlisle and witnessing him save people from the brink of death she decided that she wanted to do the same. So her dreams of law enforcement were put on hold and it was decided that she would become a surgeon. She still watched criminal minds and still had a deep rooted love for Spencer Reid though.

Her sharp intuition allowed for her to get a read on most people, but never Jasper.

He wore a straight face before he answered her. "I know we haven't been the best of friends and the fact is I've been rude to you and I'm sorry." Alessia swept her brown hair out of her eyes to look at his side profile with a small smile on her lips. "Well that's fine but I just thought that... That I did something wrong you know, did I like offend you or something?" She asked staring at him with a sweet grin, gauging for some sort of reaction. She was met with him shaking his head with his own smile. "No, no sugar you didn't do nothin' wrong, I can't explain it right now but I promise it wasn't you."

Content with his answer Alessia giggled to herself while she settled back into the passenger seat looking out the front window at the road that ran through the woodland of Forks, Washington.

Alessia felt bad turning down the girls offer to go buy prom dresses, especially after already turning down going to La Push but she knew that spending time with her father was important, she was just glad that Angela and Jessica took Bella with them to Port Angeles, especially at night it was a shady place and Alessia felt better knowing the three were together. Throwing her hair into a bun she sat on the couch next to her father and put on South Park. About five minutes into her mindless cartoon time the channel flipped from animation to football as her father flopped onto the couch beside her.

"Jesus! I didn't even hear you come in, way to scare me" Alessia said thumping her father on the shoulder laughing. Their relationship was one of the closest people had ever seen because for a long time they were all each other had. Charlie was protective but fair, he never gave anyone a reason not to like him, except maybe Renée. Charlie Swan was a good father, a good cop and a good man, and he raised Alessia alone with the help of their small community and she grew up to be an amazing woman.

Their night fell into one of laughter and yelling at the TV until the front door opened and Bella came in followed by Edward. Which was weird for many reasons but Bella didn't give her much time to think about it before dragging her up the stairs and into the small bedroom at the front of the house.

"I need to ask you something, did Jacob ever tell you about their tribes stories?" Bella asked while shutting her door and walking to her desk, opening her bag she pulled out a blue book with a native symbol on the cover.

"yeah, yeah the one about the wolves right?" Alessia said while looking over the book, flicking through the pages, skimming the words before looking back at her sister who was pulling web pages up on her laptop. "Did he ever mention 'the cold ones' before?"

That was something that shook her to her core for a reason she didn't understand. when Bella received no answer from her older sister she looked over to see her staring out the window, that feeling was back again, someone was out there.

"Stay here Bella I'll be right back", Alessia said walking across the hall to her open bedroom, she grabbed a torch and her shoes, slipping them on before walking down the stairs. Her father wasn't in the living room so Alessia just grabbed his police jacket off the kitchen chair and opened the side door to let herself outside.

It was quiet outside, still, but that feeling was still creeping up her spine so Alessia set off into the woods. The black dress she was wearing occasionally snagged of a low twig and she could feel them scraping up her bare legs as she walked deeper in. Her instincts carried her further and further away from her house until the moonlight split the tree canopy to the point where she didn't need the torch anymore to see. Looking around at the clearing she found herself reaching into the jacket pocket letting her fingers hit her father's pistol, Alessia was taught to shoot a gun last year after she was attacked by a pack of wolves in these very woods, and while Alessia didn't want or own a gun of her own she learned anyway to ease her father's nerves, and depending on what was out here she might be glad she learned.

A twig snap caused her to swivel on her feet and tighten her hold on the gun in her pocket. Something was out here. Alessia slowly pulled the gun out to rest by her side as another snap came from a different direction. A third snap caused her to slowly and silently click the safety off and slowly raise the gun to her front.

"Alright doll I yield, I yield, don't shoot!"

"JASPER ARE YOU PSYCHOTIC I ALMOST SHOT YOU!"

The blonde let his arms drop out of his surrender as the brunette put the gun away. Alessia didn't even think before beginning to berate him over being an idiot.

"What the hell were you thinking, I could have killed you and then I would get charged for murder and I would never become a doctor like I want and it'll be all your fault. And what are you even doing out here in my woods are you stalking me or something it's like 10 pm and freezing cold. I'm out here in a dress for god's sa-"

Her rambling was stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist and a hand covering her mouth. "Nah sugar you wouldn't kill me, you would miss me too much."

Alessia laughed at that playfully fighting out of his arms "oh yeah try me Hale cause my father's chief of police I could make it look like an accident." Her mind froze as their hands met... His was ice cold.

"Jesus Christ did you come out here without a jacket you are freezing" Alessia said shrugging her jacket off and putting it on the man in front of her but he wasn't paying any attention to her anymore, instead he stood ramrod straight looking into a section of the woods right in front of them. His face was alert and his eyes were deadly... Something was wrong.

Her suspicions were answered with a low, rumbling growl. This sound multiplied by three and soon four sets of unblinking eyes were staring at them from the trees. Alessia tensed as the scene before her was identical to the one she had found herself in a year ago and she froze up as her worst fear edged its way towards the two teenagers. Terror ran like a hot brand through her spine and out through her nerve endings and her stomach dropped like that time on the rollercoasters at Disney World. She was terrified.

Black fur began to make its way towards them slowly, like stalking prey. It's eyes were never on Jasper like the other three wolves that surrounded them but they were absolutely fixated on Alessia, unblinking and deadly set, like she was his prey. She had never felt fear like this before, not even last time when she faced this threat alone. It was as if she could feel him saying 'you will die at my hands tonight'. These weren't just hungry wolves, they were here for her.

Jasper seemed to notice the same thing because his arms tightened around the shaking girl in front of him "Do you trust me darlin?" Came his southern drawl and the sound of his voice let her shoulders settle and relax enough to whisper a tiny "yes."

Alessia didn't remember much if what happened in the moments that followed but she heard talking from Jasper and growling from that four legged demon and before too long the shadows retreated back into the trees and Jasper has picked her up into his arms and they are hiking further up into the cliff side until a second clearing was reached and Jasper set her down into a patch of soft grass and stood in front of her until she spoke to him softly. "Why did you talk to those wolves, how did you get them to leave and why did the big one want to kill me?"

All straight forward questions that held no straight forward answers. Alessia looked Jasper dead in the eyes and asked him more, "what are you doing out here?, Why are you always freezing cold? Why have you been watching me for the past few days?, And how the hell did me and Bella survive that crash?" Her gaze steeled as she finished saying her piece.

"And don't you dare lie to me!"

Alessia let herself fall back into bed after Jasper carried her home, the shock of what happened coupled with everything Jasper told her caused her legs to give out. Her head swam with how the hell any of what she just heard makes any sense. She suddenly remembered the conversation with Bella and shakily moved from her own room into her sister's. The room was dark and Bella was asleep but the window was weirdly open. Alessia grabbed the laptop and book before shutting the window and locking it.

Her own room was lit softly as she opened the laptop and kept scrolling through the pages that were open on the stories of the families that lived on the reservation. Countless words repeating.

Wolf.

Tribe.

Quileute.

Leader.

C O L D O N E.

Alessia slammed the laptop closed and let out a confused groan. She opened her window wide open and paced around the room until she heard a shifting on her window seat, turning to face the figure now sitting still before her she let out a sigh and centred herself. "Okay, you have one chance to explain your story to me."

Jasper stood and walked towards her, grabbing her hand and sitting her on the bed gently before looking at her.

"My family and I are what we call vegetarians, we drink animal blood instead of human, we don't hurt people and we live peacefully among humans and we move around every couple of years for protection." He began looking her in the eye trying to catch a reaction to anything he was saying.

Alessia sat in a state that most would call catatonic until she blinked twice and slowly smiled.

"I want to meet you all, I need to hear this from everyone."

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Supernatural Series Rewrite

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Dean Winchester x named reader (Eventually)

Series Warning: language violence, angst, fluff, sexual content, Gore, molestation, mention of sexual harassment, usual supernatural violence. (If you're triggered by any of these then please don't read)

(A/n- I had to give the reader a name, there's a reason behind it but you can change it if you want. I changed some of the plot and some of the scenes but mostly it's the same. I do not own the supernatural series but there are some things that are completely my imagination, it has nothing to do with the actual mythology or the series)

Pilot part 1

Season one. Episode one.

Pilot (part 2)

You woke up in the back seat of the Impala. You were still wearing Sam's shirt and your jeans from last night. The car was stopped in front of a gas station. You guys left last night or more like this morning for Jericho. You drove your car back to your motel room. You have to say you already missed your car. Sam was sitting on the front seat and Dean was not in the car.

"Hey, you want some breakfast?" You heard Dean said and you poked your head out from the window. "Hey, you're up." He smiled at you.

"no. Thanks" Sam said as the same time you nodded your head. "I'll have some. I'm hungry, trust me you guys don't want to face me hungry." You mumbled and turn back to Sam and he let out a chuckle.

"so how'd you pay for that stuff ? You and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam asked checking out Dean's fake cards.

"yeah, well hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean said as he filled the gas tank of the car. "Except, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards." Making you laugh for the first time since last night.

"yeah, and what names did you write on application this time?"

"uh, Bert Aframian and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal." Dean said handing you a big packet of chips and you instantly opened it and started munching. "Slow down sweetheart, you gonna choke."

"would you rather it be your head instead of chips?" You asked and he felt silent "yeah then shut up." You said and continued munching.

"you really aren't a morning person are you?" Sam laughed and you ignored him.

"I swear to God, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection." Sam said looking through Dean's Cassette tape collection.

"why?" Dean asked almost offended.

"well, for one, they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock." You had to agree with Sam on this. Dean got a crappy taste in music.

"house rules, Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Dean said throwing one of the cassette back in the collection making you laugh for the second time

"you know, Sammy in a chubby 12 year old boy. It's Sam, okay?" Sam corrected his brothers 'a gift of the world ' by 'the loveless' started to play. 'huh, I really like this song. Maybe it's not that crappy after all. ' you thought to yourself.

"Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud." Dean replied and pulled away from the gas stop.

"Quit flirting you two, I feel like a third wheel now." You said sarcastically.

"oh if anyone's a third wheel here, it's Sam, not you , sweetheart." Dean flirted and you glared at him through the rare view. He stopped smirking when he saw the look on my face. "Sorry" he mumbled. You let out a silent chuckle when he looked away from you. It felt nice not being alone on a hunt, having not only one but two partners. It was only better that both of them were your childhood friends, they knew you and did not judge you because of your weirdness. Last night was first night in a while that you actually slept without a nightmare. Maybe it was because you knew there was someone with you.

*******

"alright, there's no one matching dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something, I guess." A few hours along the ride Sam decided to call all the hospitals in and around Jericho to see John was still alive.

"check it out." Dean said and you looked ahead to see a bunch of cops on the bridge. 'they must have found another car or something.' Dean stopped the car near the bridge and then turned around to face me after he grabbed his fake ID from the glove compartment.

"we'll go talk to the cops, you stay inside." He said making you frown.

"the hell I am " you exclaimed almost offended.

"Alex, Dean is right. You look too young to be a cop, you have to stay inside." Sam agreed with dean

"I'm a trainee." You said and pulled out your fake ID. "And that works?" Dean asked pointing at it. "Mostly." You shrugged. Sam exchanged a look with his brother. "Ok so you're staying inside." This time he did not wait for a reply and stepped out from the car and both of them too of and went towards the cops.

"you're staying inside" you said in a mocking voice. "The hell I am." You said and walked from the car and toward the cops where the boys were already talking to them.

"and who are you?" The deputy asked the boys when you got there. "Federal Marshalls" Dean replied holding up how ID. "You two are a little young for Marshalls aren't you?"

"thanks that's awfully kind of you." Dean let out a small fake chuckle. "And you?" The deputy pointed at me and the brothers turned around. Dean rolled his eyes and Sam was glaring at me.

"umm, I'm a trainee. I was working the case under sheriff Simmons. I thought he called you in about sending a trainee." You put on your most innocent face and it looked like the deputy actually trusted you more than he trust the brothers. "Ya, ya. He actually texted me, Mariah Larrison right?"

"yup, that's me." You handed him your ID. God bless you and your hacking talent. You weren't a pro but you could hack into a phone or two. "He told me a lot about you. I am very excited to work the case under you." You batted your eyelashes. He nodded with a smile as he looked very proud of himself. You had already planned all of these out before. Dean looked extremely irritated now and Sam looked some what impressed.

"so, you did have another one just like this correct?" Dean asked bringing everyone's attention back to himself.

"that's right, a mile up the road. There have been other's before that." The deputy replied.

"so this victim...you knew him?" Sam asked.

"a town like this, everybody knows everybody."

"any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" You asked looking at the Vic's car.

"no. Not so far as we can tell."

"so what's the theory?" Sam asked as he went around to look at the car as well, he walked around and stood beside Dean.

"honestly we don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring." Jeffe replied.

"that is exactly the kind of crap police work I would expect of you guys." Dean said making Sam stomp on his foot.

"thanks for your time. Gentleman." You covered up as the deputy kept frowning at all three of you. You made your way to the car and you glared at Dean. Dean slapped the back of Sam's head as soon as you guys were a bit far from the cops.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"why'd you step on my foot?"

"why'd you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam spat back.

"come on. They don't really know what's going on. We are all alone in this. If we are gonna find dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." dean said looking directly in his eyes. I tried walking past him but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back in front of him. "And you. I told you to stay inside."

"this was my case, Dean. You can't just bench me. And I told you this before, you don't tell me what to do, and well, thanks to me they actually believed you guys." You hissed and pried your hand away from his.

"can I help you boys?"came a voice and you looked up to see the sheriff standing there with two men.

"no sir. We were just leaving." Dean replied. "Agent Mulder. Agent Scully." You tried to walk past them but the Sharif opened his mouth again. "And you, little lady."

'who the hell are you calling little lady, old man.' you wanted to say but instead you put on a big smile and say "I'm the trainee, Mariah Larrison." He nodded and I smiled again before walking away. Sam was already inside the shotgun but Dean was standing outside.

"I'm sorry " he said. "You are right, it's your case, I won't tell you what to do. From now you take the lead and you tell us what to do." He said making you smile.

"you don't have to."

"No, I-"

"ok, we are going to meet Amy Hein." You cut him off and happily got inside the backseat and Dean was speechless still standing outside. "Come on, you said you'll do what I say, now get inside the car." Dean got inside the driver seat murmuring something under his breath.

*******

"I'll bet you that's her." Dean said as you followed the girl who was putting up posters of her missing boyfriend. "You must be Amy." You asked the girl as you guys approach her.

Yeah." She replied.

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. This is my girlfriend, Alex. I'm Dean, this is Sammy." Dean told the girl and I shot him a look.

"He never mentioned you to me." She said looking at all three of you then she turned around to resume her work, all three of you following her. "Well, that's Troy, I guess. We're not around much. We're up in Modesto." Dean said.

"so we're looking for him too." Sammy stepped forward. 'wow, so much for me taking the lead.' "and we are kind of asking ground." He added as you came to a stop.

"hey, are you ok?" A weird goth girl came up to Amy and asked her. "Yeah." Amy replied.

"do you mind if we ask you couple questions?" you asked her giving a sympathetic smile which was pretty hard for you because you suck at showing sympathy. "Yeah sure, I guess. We can sit inside." She said while returning your smile.

"I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back button about it." Said Amy as you guys sat inside, her voice was cracking up. "You didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" You asked, trying to look as less intimidating as possible. The other girl apparently whose name was Rachel was staring at you with a strange look on her face. she was really making you uncomfortable but you didn't let it show on your face.

"no, nothing I can remember." Amy said shaking her head.

"here's the deal, ladies" Dean started leaning in more toward the table. "The way Troy disappeared, something's not right. If you've heared anything.." he continued, making the girls look at each other, having a silent conversation. "What is it?" You asked.

"well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk?" Rachel finally said taking her eyes off of you.

"what do the talk about?" The brothers asked in unison making you look at them with an raised eyebrow. The girls look at each other again before Rachel spoke up.

"it's kind of this local legend. This one girl.. she got murdered out on centennial, like decades ago. " Rachel said. Dean looked at Sam then at me. "Well, supposedly, she is still out, she hitchhikes and whoever picks her up...well, they disappear forever." She completes her story and the three of you gave each other knowing looks.

"well, thank you for your time, both of you." Sam said as you stood up and made your outside the door.

"well, there is a local library, a few blocks from here, we should go and check on the lore." You said and both nodded their heads.

"whatever you say, you call the shots here, remember." Dean said making you smirk a little. You all get in the car and made your way toward the local library. The right there was pretty much silent beside Sam and Dean bickering a little like a old married couple.

When you guys got to the library you made your way toward the vecant computer, as you were about to sit in front of it Dean pushed you aside and sat down himself. "What a child." You mumbled before taking a chair and sitting beside him while Sam sat on his other side.

'female murder hitchhiking' he searched and there was no result. Then he replaced the hitchhiking with centennial but again there was no result.

"let me try" Sam said as he moved his hand toward the computer but Dean slapped it away. "I got it" he hissed. Sam pushed his chair backward and sat himself in front of the computer. "Dude!" Dean exclaimed and hit him in the arm before he wheeled back beside his brother.

"you are such a control freak."

"so angry spirits are born out of violent death right?" Sam asked you.

"yeah"

"then maybe it's not a murder." He asked as he replaced the murder on the screen with suicide. 'why haven't I thought about it?' you asked yourself. One result came up reading 'suicide in Centennial'

"this was 1981. 'Constance Welch, 24 years old, jumps off Sylvania bridge, drowns in river." Sam read the article.

"does it say what she did?" You asked at the same time Dean asked "why?"

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them for a minute and when she's back they aren't breathing... Both died"

"' our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it' said husband Joseph Welch. "

"that bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked looking at the picture of the bridge on the page. It was the same bridge where you guys meet the cops.

"you guys wanna take a trip again?" You asked

"yup" they replied in unison. All three of you for up and made your way out of the library.

"I have to say, it's nice working with you two again." Dean said getting inside the driver seat of the Impala.

"Dean, we've never worked a case together, before."

"ya... But it's still nice" he said and you will your head.

*******

"so this is where Constance took the swan dive" you said as all three of you walked to side of the bridge and looked down at the river.

"you guys think dad would have been here!" Sam asked as he did in your other side.

"well, he's chasing the same story and we are chasing him " Dean said and started walking along the bridge, you and Sam following him m

"so now what!" Sam asked.

"now we keep digging till we find him. It might take a while "

"Dean, I told you I gotta get back by-" "Monday" Dean completed Sam's sentence. "Right, the interview, I forgot." You looked between the brothers not knowing what to do. In a way you thought both of them were right, Sam only wanted to leave a normal life and Dean only wanted his brother back by his side. "you're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just gonna become some lawyer, marry your girl?" 'here we go again.'

"maybe, why not?"

"does Jessica knows the truth about you? I mean does she know about the things you've done?"

"no, and she's not ever going to know"

"well, that's healthy." You mumbled under your breath and the boys looked at you for a second. "you can pretend all you want, Sammy, but sooner or later you're gonna have to face up to who you really are."

"and who is that?"

"one of us."

"no! I'm not like you. I'm not like either of you. This is not gonna be my life." Sam said and you frowned at him. "Hey, I go to college too." You said but they ignored you.

"you have a responsibility "

"to dad? And his crusade? If it wasn't for pictures I wouldn't even know what mom looks like. What difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, mom's gone and she isn't coming back." Sam said and Dean pushed him to the railing of the bridge and grabbed his collar.

"hey, hey stop, guys. This is really not the time." You pushed Dean away and stood between both of them. You put your hand on Dean's chest and he looked down at you and calmed down a little.

"don't talk about her like that." Dean warned his brother after a few seconds of silence.

"Dean, Sam" you said as you looked over and saw a girl standing over the railing of the bridge, ready to jump. You pointed at her when both the brother looked at you. The woman looked at your direction and then jumped off the bridge causing your eyes to widen. All three of you ran toward where she was standing.

"where'd she go?" Dean asked as you looked down the bridge, no sign of a woman or any life for that matter. Suddenly Dean's car roared to life and you were the first one to notice it.

"Dean." You patted on his shoulder and both of them looked at the car as well with wide eyes. "What the fuck." Dean said with wide eyes.

"who's driving your car?" Sam asked and Dean pulled out his car keys from his pocket to show you. The car started toward you and you all turned to run in opposite direction. "Come on, guys. Let's go. Go!" Sam yelled. Both of them had a lot longer legs than you which was making it harder for you to catch up with them. When the car got too close all the of you jumped off the side of the bridge but only Sam latched on the railing and you and Dean fell off and a high pitched scream left your lips. You fell in the river but heard a thud which meant Dean didn't, he fell on the side where there was only muf and goo. You crawled out and laid on the side, panting.

"you ok?" Dean asked, he was panting as well.

"yeah, I'm alive, you?"

"yeah, me too."

"Dean, Alex. You guys alright?" Sam yelled from the top of the bridge.

"I'm super." Dean replied while you only held up a thumb.

"what you laughing at, asshat." You said when Sam started laughing but he only laughed harder.

*******

"car's alright?" You asked. The first thing Dean did after you got up was check his baby. Both of you were covered with sewer water and mud, Dean a little more than you. But you bet you were colder than he was. The only thing you were wearing was the white shirt Sam lent you last night while he had a jacket on. It was sticking to your body completely. Your hot pink bra was visible through the shirt and both the brothers seemed to notice it, because Sam was trying to look away from your chest and Dean, well Dean was staring at it.

"yeah, whatever she did to it, it seems alright now." Dean replied finally looking away from you. "That constance chick.... What a bitch!" He yelled the last part as if she could hear it, and maybe she could.

"well, she doesn't want us digging around. That's for sure." Sam said as both of them at on the bonnet of the car.

"so where does the trail go from here, genius." Sam asked you and you shrugged.

"I just want a shower first." You said in a small grumpy voice.

"you bet. You guys smell like toilet." Sam said looking at you then at his brother making you glare at him. "You know what, Sammy? I think I changed my mind, I want a hug right now." You smirked at the younger Winchester and stepped forward him.

"no, stay away, Alex." He said walking away from you.

"oh come on, it's been so long." You laughed as he ran away from you and you chased him around the car.

Part 3

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Waiting In Vain: Chapter 14

Slow Burn.

Marleys phone was on Do Not Disturb while she was working . She was so tired of this App job , it was easy but rather nothing but an inconvenience. The money was good, but sitting in front of her computer couldn’t be all there was to her life. Where was her million dollar check for doing something extraordinary . Or even better , where was her savior to deliver her from the stress of work . Market didn’t want to do anything . Maybe lay outside by her pool, and have her servant fetch her a cold glass of lemonade and some weed. Only one percent of the world lived like that , so she had to work like everybody else . “Why in the hell wasnt I born rich?”

Growing bored , she picked up her phone . Marley tried not to make it a habit , because it was so destracting. Marley saw that she had four missed calls from Becky . She called her right away . Worried , because something must have happened. The time spaces were back to back . Becky answered right away .

“Girl!” She screamed as soon as the call came through .

“What happened !” Marley just knew it was bad news . That “girl” was too emphasized to be about something light weight.

“Your cousin is in some deep shit”

Marley took a breath , she thought someone had died or Pedro had done something crazy to her .

“Tiana?”

Tiana had made every Instagram blog headline. She and her NBA player boyfriend Terrell James had been involved in a scuffle . Marley read along to the link that Becky had sent her. In the article , sources said that Tiana and the player had been in a physically abusive relationship for months . Marley found humor in the word “sources”. She would bet that those so called friends she hung around were the sources . Last night , neighbors called the cops reporting a disturbance. A woman screaming. They both were arrested for domestic violence and possession of cocaine . The mugshot of Tiana almost made her drop her phone . Her lip was busted, hair was all over the place and she had a black eye . Terrell’s mug shot was there too , only he had minor bruises on his face . He looked more annoyed than anything .

“Even in the mugshot, she still managed to look pretty” Marley said over the phone.

“You can tell she’s high too, look at her eyes” Becky Commented . They were red and dismayed . And she gave a slight smile , like she was unaware of what was happening.

The two had been released on bail late last night . “I figured since Erik took you away from social media , you didn’t know” Becky stressed to her . It was true , the only active apps on Marleys phone were CNN, a few gaming apps, and tumblr . Other than that , she online shopped or watched YouTube. And she had never felt more free .

Marley was such a sweet girl . With all the bad that Tiana had done to her , she actually felt bad for her . Knowing that if the shoe was flipped, Tiana wouldn’t bat an eyelash. So when Becky had to hang up and tend to the bar , Marley gave her a call . Her finger hovered over Tianas number for a while . She didn’t know what the outcome would be, but it was worth a shot . It rang a few times, Marley thought she would get her voicemail before Tiana finally answered .

“Hello?”

Tianas voice didn’t even sound the same , it was low and dry. Marley froze at first . It had been a long time since they had spoken . She didn’t even have a plan of what to say .

“Hey, Tiana I-“

“You really have the fucking nerve to call me?” She interrupted.

“I know what happened with you, if you need somewhere to go, you can come here until you figure things out”

Tiana let out a malicious laugh , it made Marley’s skin crawl . She was being obnoxious now , Marley regretted reaching out to her almost instantly.

“I don’t need help ... I’m not like you” that tone had now become calm, it was eerie almost . Marley rejected the “I’m not you” comment and decided that she should hang up before things got too bad . Before she allowed Tiana to take her to a bad place .

“Searching for a place to live cause your dad hated you and your mom was too broke to afford good health care”

Marley’s heart began to pulsate. She could feel it in her chest and neck . The fury made her ears hot . She couldn’t even see straight or come up with the right words to say . Marley would never say anything so hurtful to anyone . But maybe it was time to start.

“Don’t ever talk about my mother” was all she could muster up right now. Over the phone , in person the result would be so much different. She kept rocking in her seat, her anxiety was flaring out of control.

“You think you can save me like my mom and I saved you ?”

Marley stood up from her kitchen stool . She paced across her kitchen . The distain for this girl made her eyes squint , as if Tiana was standing in front of her “Is that what you think , you and your fucked up mother saved me!?”

“Yeah , we saved you... you know you always need saving!”

“Your boyfriend must have punched you too hard, cause you’re talking crazy”

Marley had struck a nerve because Tiana went off the deep end. Calling her everything but a child of god . Marley took in everything Tiana threw in her face and sent it back even harder . The two were screaming so loud that they couldn’t even hear what the other was saying. If an onlooker saw them both , they couldn’t tell who was the fool. After a few more tired curse words , Tiana said something that made the conversation take a turn for the worst .

“Why are you so worried about my man when Trey had a baby by a white girl when y’all were together”

Marley knew Tiana wasn’t lying . That scene at the grocery store remained close in her mind . Seeing Trey with that woman , walking closely like that. And the precious little curly haired baby she was holding . Marley just knew to expect the worst .

“I knew already , I don’t care about Trey” Marley played pretend.

“He said he didn’t want a baby with you” Tiana made light of something Marley told her in confidence. She knew about the entire conversation between Marley and Trey the day she thought she was pregnant. “But who would you’re fucking trash , Marley” she laughed because she knew for a fact that Marley didn’t know and she would be hurt by the information . Marley was completely over her relationship with Trey, but betrayal hurt no matter the timeline.

“I’m trash , but the news says you’re a coke-head now”

“Watch your back little cousin” she threatened.

“Erik definitely watches that for me”

Tiana let out a high pitched scream followed by the beep of her line disconnecting. Marley was glad she did because she had been holding in a cry for too long. She hadn’t cried in a long time , and Tiana stirred up a lot of unresolved emotions . Especially her feelings about being left alone in this world without the love of her parents. She leaned down onto her counter and rested her face into her crossed arms . She cried for the little girl who had lost her mother at such an impressionable age . She cried for the little girl who just wanted her dad to love and see her for who she was . And that little girl who was neglected and mistreated instead of being protected .

Soon , she stopped . Giving herself the gift of a deep ass breath . Marley felt lighter , that was the only good that came from this . She ran some cold water over a kitchen towel and pressed it into her swollen eyes . Marley hated crying , not that she felt weak... it was just exhausting. It had been a while since she cried . Since she was a teen, her therapist told her that she needed to cry . Dr.Robinson said that if she didn’t releases all that bottled up emotion, she would explode . And he would feel very sorry for anyone who triggered Marley to that point .

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“Was that Marley?”

Crystal rested along her black leather couch . It was outlined with gold trim, flashy just like her. She smoked her cigarette , then ashed it in the custom made C-shaped ash tray that someone gifted her for her fiftieth birthday . That was five years ago. Her daughter Tiana sat across from her , unbothered by the smoke . She had been inhaling it since she was born .

“Yes” Tiana replied. Crystal let out a “humph” and took another hit of her ciggarette . Her outfit was almost identical to her daughters . Tight and revealing, meaning she was definitely too old for it . But that never stopped her . Even her mind was just as young and childish .

Tiana grew up with different types of men running through her house . Crystal jumped from relation ship to relationship . Her breaking point was always money related . If you didn’t have the means to support her lifestyle and her daughter, she was done . Crystal was the younger sister of Marley’s father . She was the apple of his eye until he met Jaime, Marley’s mom. He fell in love with her and he changed. He was no longer that money hungry playboy , the man that taught Crystal everything she knew about life . He was now this laid back care free guy .

“You’re gonna’ name your daughter after a weed smoking singer ?” Crystal said on the day her brother told her Jaime was expecting. She feared that after this baby, he would really neglect her . Growing up without a father, he was all she had. And he did, up until Marley started grade school . That’s when Crystal introduced him to his now wife , one of her very good friends . That was the beginning of the down fall.

“She always thought she was better than you, just like her mom thought she was better than me.”

Tiana ran her fingers through her wavy hair . Hair that was the total opposite of her mother. Crystal strategically wanted it that way. She made sure she had gotten pregnant by a man who could deliver those qualities . Light skin, loose hair , societies definition of what was beautiful. Crystal wanted Tiana to have an easy life , and it seemed to be working up until this point.

When she was little Tiana came home with her first boy crush . Marley had just moved in too. Some little boy who lived in the neighborhood, Tiana couldn’t stop raving about him so Crystal let him come over . She was way too young to start dating, but Crystal thought it was cute . The three kids played in the backyard while Crystal smoked her cigarette and watched . The little boy was intrigued with Tiana at first , until he found something in common with Marley. Crystal watched how he drifted away from Tiana and put all his attention on Marley . Crystal didn’t like that , she didn’t like to see her baby sad. That was the first time she put the bug in her daughters ear . Telling her to keep her friends away from Marley , because she would try to steal them all. Just how she had done the little boy .

Then Marley turned fourteen . Crystal had a boyfriend named Marcus . A heavy dope dealer she met from around the way . He was her favorite, because he bought her everything , paid bills and even bought her a car . His light skin was a plus. Sometimes he would show up with gifts for the two girls . Crystal noticed how Marleys gifts were always slightly better than Tianas . Then , he stopped bringing Tiana gifts all together . When Crystal brought it up to him, he cursed her out and said he only did it because she didn’t have anybody . And if she didn’t like it, he would leave and take the car too. Crystal wasn’t missing out on that money train so she shut her mouth .

One night , Marley came home late after an unpleasant visit with her father . Crystal and Marcus were on the living room couch watching T.V. It was dark, but the light from the screen reflected through his eyes. Marcus watched her like prey as she walked past them. The way a dog eyed a piece of meat . The way a man looked at a woman he wanted to fuck. Crystal thought she was being paranoid, she tried to blame it on her wine but something wasn’t right .

Later that night , something had brought her out of her sleep. She felt on her left bed side and found it empty , Marcus was supposed to be there . He wasn’t in her bedroom bathroom because the lights were off and it was silent . So she got up to see if his car was outside . It was still in the drive way .

Crystal could hear the wooden floors creak in her hall way. This was a time when Marley slept in a room next to Tiana, before Crystal moved her down to the basement . So it was normal for one of the girls to walk around .

But that wasn’t the case this time. She found Marcus , standing in front of Marley’s bedroom door . It was cracked slightly . He just stood there , watching her sleep . Grunting slightly, ever so often.

Crystal watched for a long time, not quite sure if she would stop him if he went inside . She kept thinking about how life would be if she actually lost him. So she did nothing but go back to her room and act as if she saw nothing. Thankfully nothing more happened that night . But the very next day, she moved Marley down into the basement . Away from her man. It seemed to displease him. More and more he distanced himself from Crystal . Eventually Marcus left her , and she put the underlying blame on her innocent niece.

“That’s why I put her ass in the basement . So damn jealous and ungrateful ”

“She could never be me, no matter how hard she tried” Tiana said proudly . Her mom let out a laugh and a few loud coughs . And when they seized, she laughed again.

“Shut the hell up , T!” Her mother had the ability to be hot and cold all in one sitting . One second she could be laughing with you about something, then in an instant she’d turn. Her daughter was floored and quiet. “I can’t believe you let her take your man”

Crystal knew all about the situation with Marley and Erik. Some truth, and some lies. Tiana even told her about seeing them together at the fair . How they purposely “flaunted” and “boasted” on the fact that they were together . Nevertheless, Crystal saw it as a problem . Somehow storing up her own distain towards her niece . It was as if she lived it through her daughter.

“She didn’t take him from me !” Her mom was really starting to fuel the fire . Tiana had only been there because her mother bailed her out of jail and she needed a place to go for the night.

“Then what did she do?” Crystal continued to tease and manipulate her . “She was living off of you , and fucking your man at the same time”

“I swear Marley is fucking done!” She pleaded .

“She had the nerve to call and speak to you after what she did. Since when did you let girls like her look down on you . I bet they both laugh at you all the time”

“Mom, I loved him. She took that from me!” Tianas rage made her sob uncontrollably. She was falling right into Crystals bait.

“Don’t let her get away with that. You make her ass pay”

“Mom, I want to hurt her so bad!” Tianas slammed her fist into the coffee table . It cracked slightly, but her adrenaline caused her to feel no pain “Watch when I get my fucking hands on her!”

Crystal began to calm Tiana down, in her version of a motherly way . She shushed her, and wrapped her arms around her . Hot and cold . And when she felt that Tiana had contained herself, she got to the root of another issue.

“Tarell keeps calling me looking for you” Crystal was talking about Tianas boyfriend. Her daughter broke free from her arms and shook her head . Tarell was the last person she wanted to talk about .

“They’re playing the Warriors and he said he’d be flying home tomorrow” she continued.

“I can’t believe they let him play, after what he did to me last night” she pointed to her black eye. Crystal kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes.

“You need to call him” she was absolutely stern with her statement.

“Mommy he hit me” Tiana said in a voice that reminded Crystal of when she was a little girl . But she saw a grown woman, who was about to lose out on a good thing.

“Tarell is a millionaire , and if you stop with the damn drugs, you probably could get knocked up!”

“Look at my face!” Tiana couldn’t even cover these scars and bruises with makeup , like the ones before.

“That man can buy you a new face. And if he does it again make him buy you another one” Tiana pulled out her cellphone and dialed Tarells number with a shaky hand. “You better hurry up before Marley steals him too”

Crystal laughed , then walked to her kitchen to make herself a nice stiff drink.

(Sorry for typos)

[sumbarbietingz]

Misjudged Life (beginning of the story)

Chapter 1

Book: Ride-Or-Die

Serie Rating: Mature 18+, contains sensitive subjects such as mental disorder(s), sexual assault, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and major character death. Read at your own risk.

Pairing: Logan x MC

MC: Emma Washington

Summary: What they all think: she’s just the daughter of a cop, whose life has been nothing but easy and the world has treated her fairly. What they don’t know: her traumatic past.

Words Count: 1992

@desiree-0816 This sweet and horribly wonderful person helped me with my story. I’d be completely lost without her so again Des thank you so much for your support and ideas this means the world to me❤️

I basically changed the plot but the story will still look the same as the original book Ride-Or-Die.

‼️IN NO WAY I’M ROMANCING DEATH, MENTAL HEALTH, RAPE OR ANYTHING, NOR COPYING THE MANGA THAT GAVE ME INSPIRATIONS FOR THE SERIE‼️

The last chapter was only a preview. The story starts now.

“Emma? Emma? Emma wake up!”

She slowly opens her big, narrow brown eyes, blinded by the light of the room. She groans a little bit before rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands, to fix her blurry vision, not properly seeing the person who talked to her. But quickly, when she comes to her senses, analyzing who’s talking to her, a small smile appears on her face. She sits and finally, she responds:

“Hi mommy.”

-New York, 2009

“Hi sweetheart! Did you sleep well today?” While the woman gently strokes her hair. Emma nods energetically, eyes full of happiness every time she would see her mommy. HER mommy.

“You know I had a pretty dream today” Pretty dream… that’s what she calls her nice dreams. Ugly dreams are obviously her nightmares.

“Really? What happened in your pretty dream baby?”

“Weeeeeeeeellll… You and daddy gave me a ponyyyy….” As she tilts her little head to the side while batting her eyelashes, a wide smile on her face, showing her pearly white baby teeth.

“I know this look, little missy.” She chuckles and picks her daughter up getting her out of the bed. She hugs her tightly caressing her tiny back. Emma wraps her arms around her mother’s neck, closing her eyes deeply inhaling the vanilla smell enveloping her. She pulls away and her mother puts her down.

“You know we talked about this a thousand times honey. You’re not responsible enough to take care of a pony. Look what happened to Mr. Pibbles.” She stands up and takes the little girl by her hand, both slowly walking out the room.

“But mommyyyyy! I fed him and did everything well!” She says looking up at her mommyyyyy, frustrated.

“That’s the problem baby, you gave him TOO much food. A hamster doesn’t need to eat so much you know? She opens the door of the little girl’s room, closes it behind them as they both walk towards the kitchen. She looks down and notices Emma with a sad face. It’s always breaking her heart to see her little sunshine like this. She sighs, stops in her track and kneels to face her tiny frame.

“Look, sweetheart. I’ll buy you a pet the day you’ll be ready okay?” Her face immediately lights up.

“Okay mommy!” She smiles again. It’s everything she needs. They keep walking and the closer they get to the kitchen, the stronger the smell of waffles is.

“Daddy made waffles?!” The excitement in her voice.

“Yes, baby and there’s a little surprise for you in the kitchen.” She smiles, her whole being filled with joy when she sees her daughter jumping and laughing. They both stand in front of the kitchen’s door, smiling at each other. Emma’s mother pushes the door and…

“SURPRISE!!!!!”

The little girl’s jaw drops when she sees pink and purple balloons all over the floor, the kitchen’s table filled with plates of bacon, waffles, pancakes with maple syrup and a bottle of orange juice. Her dad is holding a white strawberry vanilla cake, with purple straps on the side. On top of it, there’s an “8” candle in the middle of a giant “Happy Birthday Emma❤️” written graciously. It looks like her mommy’s handwriting.

“Happy birthday my love. Do you like our little surprise?” Her dad asks while he puts the cake on one of the last empty plates of the table, in the middle of it. Emma runs towards her daddy and wraps her arms around his hips. He caresses her little head and she looks up. Her eyes are full of stars, brighter than any galaxy in the universe. There’s no signs of sadness in them. Only happiness and an ocean of joy.

“I love it! Thanks, daddy!” He looks at her and can’t help but smiles widely. He can’t get enough of her beautiful face and her innocence. Every time he sees her, he sees her beautiful wife. They had Emma at 18, but they took their responsibilities and raised her. They are the women of his life and he wouldn’t change it for the world. He chuckles.

”Mommy almost did everything, my love. Right, Anelia?”

Anelia walks towards her family and caresses her husband’s cheek, looking at him tenderly. He puts his left hand over her’s.

"You don’t know how cute you look with her, Davis.” She says looking down at their adorable girl.

Davis brings her hand to his mouth and kisses it lightly.

“I know but you look even cuter with her love”

Anelia looks at both of them for a moment, then deep breathes.

”I have something to tell you two”

Emma cocks an eyebrow and looks at her mother.

”What mommy?”

”Yeah, what mommy?” Davis replies playfully.

Anelia takes a step back and exhales slowly.

”Well, it looks like Emma’s going to be a big sister”

Emma gasps in surprise and Davis stares at his wife. He doesn’t know if he’s hallucinating or if it’s real.

”What?”

”I’m 5 weeks pregnant, I took a test earlier. I wanted to te-”

She can’t finish that he crashes his lips to hers and little Emma in disgust, closes her eyes and turns around. He hugs her tightly and feels tears blurring his vision. He cups her cheeks with his hands and he sees that she’s crying as well. He wipes her tears with his thumbs. She leans in and kisses him gently, inhaling the smell of his cologne.

”Are you done now?” They both stop to look at their daughter still not facing them. Davis laughs, picks her up and sways her around, causing her to giggle. He hugs her tightly and Anelia hugs her as well. Emma closes her eyes, wrapping her small arms tightly around her father’s neck.

”I’m gonna be a big sister… Thank you, mommy, thank you, daddy.”

They hold each other a moment before finally eating what they made for Emma’s birthday. A while later, after Emma cleaned up, the three of them take a walk in Central Park. They buy her an ice cream and a huge teddy bear as her birthday gift. It’s almost as tall as her. In the evening they all come back to their apartment and they decide to watch a DVD in the living room. They watched ”Up” but they couldn’t finish it; they all fell asleep. Emma managed to finish the whole thing while thinking the whole time:

”It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had”

Once she’s done watching the DVD, she cuddles next to her mom and finally… She sleeps.

Two weeks later

The Washington family is sitting in the living room in the evening, watch a DVD again and this time everyone pays attention to it. Once it’s done, Emma yawns and prepares to go to sleep.

”Do you want me to accompany you to your bed sweetheart?” Her mom’s asks.

”No mommy it’s okay I can go by myself” She replies.

”Our little girl is growing up babe.” Davis says as he takes his little girl in his arm.

”You’re right daddy!”

He can’t help but chuckles then hug her tightly.

”But know that you’ll always be my little baby. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you sweetie pie.”

”Me too daddy. Promise?”

”Promise.” He kisses her cheek and puts her down. She hugs Anelia as well.

”Goodnight my heart. Mommy loves you so much.” She kisses Emma’s forehead.

”Me too mommy.” She pulls away and walks out of the living room, leaving her parents. Once she’s in her bedroom, she jumps to her bed and holds her huge teddy. Slowly, her eyelids become way too heavy for her to resist the urge to sleep. A few hours later in the middle of the night, Emma wakes up because of a loud noise in the living room.

”Mommy and daddy had an argument again?” She gets out of the bed and takes her teddy with her. She’s still sleepy but she makes the effort to leave her room. She rubs her eye with the back of her hand as she walks down the dark hallway. She keeps walking and rubbing her eye, already missing her soft bed sheets. Once she stops rubbing her eye, she looks around searching for her parents in the living room, still sleepy.

”Mommy? Dad-” Once she lays her eyes on her dad, she’s paralyzed. She drops her teddy bear in shock. She can’t move, can’t think nor scream. Her eyes are filled with tears. Her heart beating like crazy in her chest. She can barely breathe. She feels her knees getting weaker and weaker every second. Her whole tiny body is shivering in fear. She’s about to piss herself but when she sees her mom on the couch, things only get way worse for her mental health. They are both covered in blood, no more sign of life in them. The curtain is torn. The huge window has red stains. The coffee table isn’t placed like it used to be. The vase they bought 3 years ago is on the floor, broken. The smell of their blood everywhere is filling her nose. Tears are running down her cheeks she can’t even control herself. She’s about to throw up from disgust and shock when a tall figure appears in front of her. She looks up, terrified he would kill her as well. She wants to run, to scream, to kick him, do ANYTHING but she can’t. She’s still paralyzed. The man has a knife in his right hand. It’s covered in blood. Her beloved parent’s blood. She’s praying this was just an ugly dream. She’s praying she would wake up and find her parents sitting on her bed, smiling at her. But the horrible truth is that she will never see them again. She will never see her mommy smile or hear her laugh like she did every day. She will never see her daddy cooking delicious meals and acting like a fool to make her and Analia laugh out loud. All of this will never happen ever again. The intruder has a maniacal smile on his face. His teeth are crooked and his face has red stains as well. His clothes are bloodied. He kneels to face her properly. His face is inches from hers. Then he speaks.

“Ohohoooo so you’re finally here~”

His voice is deep and hoarse. He sounds like he’s completely enjoying the situation. The situation he caused.

”Don’t be so scared honey I just want to have some fun with you. I observed you for a long time you know?” She can’t believe this is happening. She wants it to stop. She’s completely terrified and she wishes she could do something but fear has taken complete control of her.

”I’m soooooo sorry for your parents but they were too agitated so I calmed them down~” He plays with his bloody knife in front of her, almost taunting her. He’s about to grab her when they both ears sirens coming closer in the night. He sighs.

”This must be this fucking neighbor. Okay, little one. When the cops will come here, Don’t you dare talk about me got it? If you do, I’ll kill you~ Even if I get locked up, when I’ll be out, I’ll come to kill you.~” He slowly wipes his bloody knife on her cheek, causing her to shiver even more.

”Such a waste that I have to leave you now. But don’t worry. I’ll come back, and it’s gonna be a lot funnier when you’ll grow up into a beautiful young woman Emma~”

He gets up and leaves by the door like nothing happened. This sentence would leave her in fear forever. A few minutes later, a bunch of cops burst into the apartment and find a little girl completely stuck, watching in horror her parents dead. They bring her to the police station, try to get her name but she can’t tell them. She’s scared to death and totally broken. She lost the two persons she loves the most. Her little heart is shattered in a million pieces, only leaving in her an empty hole filled with pain and sorrow.

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[takaraphoenix]

For your Marvel venture, how about a Stephen/Tony fic where they meet for the first time and Stephen wants to date Tony. Only, Stephen as someone who has never been fond of kids has to get use to the idea since Tony has a son, Peter. Will Stephen stick around or will his aversion to kids stop him from potentially the best relationship he’ll ever have? Oh! Maybe a shovel talk from Peter to add to it! All this is of course in the Marvel AU and they all have their powers. Just a thought!

Tony Stark and Doctor Stephen Strange were the perfect match. The newspapers loved it.

Popular playboy Tony Stark finally settling down with someone. And not just anyone. No, a world-renewed neurosurgeon. Both were handsome, wealthy men who visually alone made for such a good couple. The newspapers were plastered with their faces, them arm in arm at some kind of charity gala, smiling for the camera, press conferences.

Sure, they had to deal with their share of homophobic idiocy. And Tony swore that if he had to spell out that he was bisexual one more time, he was going to riot. Reporters asking if that now meant that he was gay, or if he was going to get back together with Pepper.

Things with Pepper hadn't lasted and weren't meant to last. She didn't want him to be Iron Man, he was Iron Man – not just a persona, it was a part of who he was at his core. And then things also changed when Tony decided he wanted to be a father, while Pepper was not ready for that step. Tony understood that, he respected that – especially since she had just made career as the CEO of Stark Industries. That wasn't for her life-situation and it wasn't for them together.

So they had broken up, Tony got the shrapnel out and hit it off with his surgeon after things had healed. And it had started out as just sex. They had great chemistry, just fun. And then they got attached to each other and the press started trailing them around and somehow, accidentally, sex turned into something more. Into an actual, real relationship.

"So, now that we're apparently serious, according to the Times, I think it's time you meet my kids."

He was sprawled out on Stephen's chest, in Stephen's loft. The view was magnificent. Both, outside the large windows and on the bed. Stephen was quite the looker. Grinning to himself, Tony turned around and started running his fingers over Stephen's chest curiously.

Tony had taken three orphaned teenagers in, months after his break-up with Pepper, fostering them and making public statements about helping children who had a harder time getting a second chance. But back then, Tony and Stephen had barely just started sleeping around and Stephen hadn't worried about this. He had thought it would just stay a casual affair.

Because Stephen was not a fan of children – he never wanted children of his own. Back then, he had assumed that him and Tony would just have some equally beneficial sex.

Yet here he was, with the billionaire in his arms, looking up at him with those soft brown doe-eyes of his and the long lashes that Stephen wouldn't mind counting, had attempted to count on some evenings when Tony would just fall asleep on top of him on the couch and he didn't want to wake the other. Maybe that alone had already been a dead giveaway. Stephen had grown fond of Tony. He had developed serious feelings for Tony and, according to Christina, Tony was actually good for Stephen. Though Stephen refused to believe that.

"Well, there's some things we've been trying to keep out of the press", replied Tony with an innocent look on his face. "See, there's... So they didn't exactly find their way into my life through an adoption agency. It was more... a rip in time and space."

"Are you implying your children are from an alternate reality? And who exactly..."

"Come to dinner at the tower this weekend, mh?", suggested Tony amused.

He leaned in and kissed Stephen gently. The question was... what did Stephen want? He really was not a children-person. He never wanted children. But he truly cared about Tony. When the inventor smiled, it actually took Stephen's breath away. Stephen had even grown fond of the bots and he had come to appreciate the banter with Jarvis. What did Stephen want...?

/break\

Bruce smiled amused where he was leaning against the counter in the kitchen. He had been living at the tower for over a year now, since the attack on New York. And for the past few months, he had been listening to Tony talk sweetly about Stephen – Stephen's eyes, his well-groomed goatee, his abs, his snark. Honestly, Bruce could write a ballad about Stephen by now, from listening to Tony.

What Bruce had also been there for however was Thor's last big visit here. Well, not that Thor had contacted any of the Avengers. He just, dealt with an Infinity Stone, had it rip a literal tear into the fabric of reality and then left again with the source of it all, but leaving the mess behind.

Jane Foster had come to find the Avengers – explaining it to them what had happened and where all those strange things had come from. Because Thor had not noticed the ripple-effect. Other realities had bled into theirs. Monsters, villains... and three teenagers.

Apparently, the Avengers existed in most realities, in some way or shape. So all three teenagers had somehow found their way to the tower, hoping for help from the Avengers. Needless to say, Jane, Tony, Bruce, Steve, Natasha and Clint had looked justifiably stunned when three teenagers dressed as spiders had appeared. They all had come from different realities. While the Avengers went out to gather up anything and anyone who had slipped through the cracks, the three teenagers somehow got comfortable at the tower, where – despite Tony's invitation after the invasion – only Bruce and Tony lived. While Bruce was fine being the 'cool uncle' (Peter's words, not his. Whatever was cool about a tired middle-aged scientist. "You're the Doctor Bruce Banner!", was the answer he usually got in return), Tony had taken a more... parental role in the teens' lives.

"So the doc's really coming over for dinner, huh?", asked Miles.

"Stephen. Yes", confirmed Tony. "And I need you all to be on your best behavior."

"Aren't we always?", asked Gwen with the brightest, most innocent smile.

"The most innocent, sis", confirmed Peter, batting his eyelashes at Tony.

Tony heaved a deep sigh and threw his hands up in the air. "No spidering! No one should know you have powers, especially not my very normal, totally regular boyfriend."

"Your very normal, totally regular boyfriend is a millionaire neurosurgeon. Dunno how regular or normal that is in this reality, but it sure is not in mine", pointed Miles out, eyebrows raised.

"It's normal by Tony-standards", assured Bruce lightly.

"Et tu, Bruce-tus?", gasped Tony.

Bruce chuckled and shook his head, not commenting otherwise. He did wonder whether or not the three spiderlings would manage to keep their powers to themselves for long enough though. And how good Strange was going to handle this all. This was going to be a very interesting dinner and he had already inquired with Jarvis to take a highlight reel of it.

/break\

The teenagers were making Stephen uncomfortable. Gwendolyne – or Gwanda, as Miles kept calling her? - had messy blonde hair with pink-dyed tips, wearing a white hoodie and chewing pink bubblegum in quite the obnoxious manner. The two boys, Miles and Peter, were bent over a piece of paper together, doing what looked like homework. Or, well, Peter was anyway. Miles kept doodling in the corners and every now and again filling out a formula when Peter was stuck.

"I'm trying to keep them straight-", started Stephen.

"That won't work. I'm asexual", interrupted Peter.

"To—otally a huge lesbian over here", called Gwen out, waving one hand without looking up from her phone and still typing on it with the other.

"Bisexual", piped Miles up, looking at Stephen with a grin.

Taking a deep breath, Stephen closed his eyes and counted to five. This was part of the reason why he did not want children. They were exhausting. Opening his eyes, he turned toward Tony, who stood in the kitchen in an apron. He had ordered in from his favorite Italian place (Stephen had seen the containers earlier) and was currently pretending he had cooked it. Just seeing that and hearing Tony's laughter at what the children had said was enough to make Stephen smile.

"Not the straight I meant", sighed Stephen. "Keeping you... apart."

"Yeah. Pete and I are a regular set of twins", agreed Miles, looking Peter up and down. "Don't know how anyone can keep us apart, huh?"

"It's like looking into a mirror", confirmed Peter seriously.

Again, Stephen closed his eyes and counted to five. "Again, not what I meant."

"Stop giving Stephen a hard time, kids!", warned Tony from the kitchen, sounding amused.

"Sorry, dad", chorused the three teenagers innocently.

"Okay, what do you wanna know, doc?", asked Gwen, finally putting her phone down.

"Tony explained to me that all three of you come from alternate realities. Different ones or the same?", inquired Stephen. "And are you... looking for a way back, or is the..."

"He wants to hear our sob-stories", concluded Gwen and nodded. "Mom's not interested in me and my dad was a cop before he died. I've kinda been doing a solo thing until, well, reality broke."

"Villain attack", was all Miles stated with a half-shrug.

"My parents died when I was really young and my aunt and uncle raised me... until a robber killed them both", tagged Peter on, looking away. "Guess that happened differently in this reality. This reality's Peter Parker still has his aunt May at least."

"So the actual reason why Tony has been keeping you out of the press is because you all... exist twice now", questioned Stephen curiously, leaning forward.

"Nope", replied Miles. "Time seems to work differently in this reality compared to mine. In mine, Peter's like an old man. Like, really old. About as old as you and Tony. My... parents are around though. Heh. Still high school age. I'm not born yet."

"But since Peter exists here, we are keeping a low profile too. Wouldn't want anyone digging too deep and finding out that we don't exist here", tagged Gwen on. "Even though Jarvis did a bang job on making us fake birth certificates and backgrounds and all."

"Thank you, Gwen", chimed Jarvis in, sounding indeed quite proud.

"And neither of you are planning to return to your own reality?", asked Stephen slowly.

"I mean...", started Miles and shifted some. "I dunno. It's not like that's an option. Not any time soon. And Tony, Peter and Gwen have been more family than I had since my parents died..."

"Oh, I am definitely here to stay", grunted Gwen. "Nothing to return to."

Which, was true. Ghost-Spider had been framed for her own parents' murder. There really was nothing left for Gwen to return to. She'd rather stay here, become an Avenger – 'When you are older, young lady', had been what Captain Rogers had said with both eyebrows raised.

Stephen nodded slowly, a frown on his face. Gwen grinned amused and turned to look at Miles and Peter. Oh, Stephen was most definitely not ready for a relationship with a man with three kids and he was kind of hoping for an easy out, like them leaving. They were not going to leave. Peter had contemplated it, thought about contacting May from this world, but they didn't even know if this world's Peter was a Spider-Man and things would just get too complicated – and also, Peter had grown attached to Miles and Gwen, as the siblings he never had, and he had always admired Tony Stark, even in his own reality, so to live here under his guidance was amazing.

That did not stop the kids from giving Tony's boyfriend a hard time though. The three had agreed upon that. Over the past months of living here, they had grown very attached to Tony. Sure, Tony could not replace any of their parents from their own worlds, but those were gone – both, their parents as well as their worlds. And Tony was here, he was here for them. And the trio knew that Tony's heart was fragile. Not just literally due to the whole scarring and shrapnel that had been in it and all, but also because he loved and tended to get his heart broken. Not that they blamed Pepper for the breakup, sure they were teens but they understood that two people with fundamentally different life-goals were not meant to last. Still, it had left Tony in pieces.

They weren't going to allow a stranger to come into their family and break Tony any more. If this Strange fella couldn't handle three teens, he'd have to go; because Tony had made it clear that he would have the kids with him as long as they wanted to stay.

"Now, dinner is ready!", exclaimed Tony, carrying a tray over with a smile.

The teens cleared out to go and help set the table. Stephen remained seated, staring after them with a thoughtful and partially frustrated expression on his face. Those children... meant the world to Tony. He turned slightly to look at Tony, who put the food down and went to kiss his temples.

"They're not giving you too hard a time, right?", whispered Tony concerned.

"No, absolutely not", assured Stephen with a thin smile.

It was so important to Tony that Stephen got along with the kids. And... Stephen had come to care too much about Tony to even want to imagine the disappointed and heartbroken look on his face if that weren't the case – no, not the 'l'-word, regardless of how much Christina insisted on it, Stephen was most definitely not in love with Tony Stark. Dimples and puppy-dog eyes be damned. It wasn't like Stephen had gotten lost in honey-colored eyes for minutes on end just listening to Tony tell some kind of story of what the Avengers had been up to, or what science project him and Bruce were working on. And Stephen had most definitely not adjusted his own play-list according to songs that Tony sang along to in the shower, shaking his (very perfectly shaped) ass to it. No, Stephen had most definitely not gotten used to waking up with the billionaire in his arms and had not come to thoroughly enjoy their routine of grooming their goatees over banter.

...Damn it, Stephen had fallen in love with Tony Stark.

"Sir, there appears to be an emergency", interrupted Jarvis.

"What. No. No emergencies. Only family dinner. We agreed on this. Steve promised to cover for me and even Bruce said he'd let the Hulk out before they'd call me", complained Tony.

"The Hulk is out and Captain Rogers has what you have previously described as a 'guilty puppy' look on his face, sir", replied Jarvis. "I'm sorry, sir, but Doctor Doom has let loose a dozen doombots that have torn down large parts of downtown."

"Doombots?", echoed Peter and squinted. "I could take out a dozen doombots-"

Gwen elbowed Peter with a pointed glare. Their powers needed to stay a secret. Even though Peter was right. The teens could take care of doombots on their own, why couldn't the Avengers?

"Apparently, the attack was aimed at the Enchantress and there is a... squabble going on between her and Doctor Doom", elaborated Jarvis. "The combination of them is what proves a problem."

Tony heaved a sigh, but Stephen already reached out to squeeze his hand. "It's fine, Tony. Go, save the city. We can heat dinner up later and eat it."

That made Tony smile, albeit only faintly. This was why he had fallen in love with Stephen. While in disbelief about some of the things Tony encountered, he was also supportive of Tony's choice to be out there as a hero. Leaning in, Tony kissed Stephen briefly before making his way out.

"So... wanna play a card-game while we wait, doc?", asked Miles slowly.

Stephen looked mildly constipated at that, making Gwen and Peter grin. For now, they put the food away again to be heated up later on. Gwen went back on her phone and Peter and Miles returned their attention to their homework for now. Stephen however found his way over toward the large windows to watch – the tower was high and Tony lived in the penthouse. He could see where the fight happened. And it was... disturbingly close. Stephen frowned concerned as the battle seemed to move closer toward them and at a rapid speed – especially when Jarvis' alarm sounded.

"The battle seems headed this way. We should...", started Stephen cautiously.

"Move to sir's private panic-room", continued Jarvis for them.

Gwen, Peter and Miles got up and led the way. They kept side-eyeing Stephen, who misunderstood.

"It's okay", assured Stephen, back straight as the door closed behind the three inside the panic-room. "Tony is amazing, he will solve this in no time."

"That's... we're not worried about him", offered Gwen, trying to hide her amusement.

Of course. They were worried about themselves. They were just helpless children, after all. Stephen frowned as he stood tall in front of them, reaching out in a protective manner.

"It will all be fine", tried Stephen, voice softer. "I won't let anyone hurt you, you're safe with me."

The three teens exchanged small grins as they huddled close, trying to act like the frightened teens Stephen assumed them to be. Okay, maybe this doc wasn't so bad after all. Even though he was clearly uncomfortable with the teenagers, he was still trying to be reassuring and even promised to protect them. He seemed to really care a great deal about Tony.

/break\

"I'm so sorry", sighed Tony frustrated as he leaned against Stephen's chest. "We didn't even get to eat properly. Stupid Doom. And I left you at the wolves' mercy for hours."

"It was no problem", chuckled Stephen, kissing Tony gently. "They have taught me a lot about... Star Wars. More than I ever thought I'd need to know, really."

Tony laughed softly, nuzzling Stephen's neck. "Good night, Stephen. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow it is", confirmed Stephen. "And Doom won't ruin our date."

Tony smiled to himself as he watched Stephen go. When he turned around again, he was faced by three teasingly grinning teenagers. Oh, those three just lived to torment and tease him.

"So... what's the verdict?", asked Tony a little nervously. "Oh god, you hate him. He was... too stiff? Not up on his memes? What is it. Tell me."

Peter walked up to him... and then just hugged him, wrapping his arms around Tony's neck. Miles and Gwen attached themselves to him from either side, confusing Tony even more.

"We like him, dad", assured Peter, squeezing tighter (too tight, super-strong spider-boy).

"Yeah. He's not up on his memes, but that's okay. We can teach him", chuckled Miles.

"Besides, he makes you happy and he seems to care a great deal about you. That's all that matters", tagged Gwen on with a grin. "Though... I wonder how good he'll handle it when he learns his three future step-children actually have super-powers."

"Hey, it's a crazy world, maybe he'll end up gaining super-powers too?", joked Miles.

Tony just laughed breathlessly and relieved as he hugged his kids.

 ~*~ The End ~*~

Read this here on FFNet & here on AO3!

#IronStrange #Stephen Strange #Tony Stark #Iron Dad #Peter Parker #Gwen Stacy #Miles Morales #Fanfiction #Marvel #Fluff #qofsass

[overstalking]

Could you write about Poly!McHanzo and Poly!Reaper76's reaction to their s/o becoming pregnant. But here's the kicker. The s/o somehow, someway manages to escape but it's not to run away but it's to tell their family and friends one last goodbye before they dedicate their lives to have a family with the yanderes.

Ya’ll are thirsty for those poly ships~

McHanzo: 

It’d be complete panic in the house for a while but it would be worth it. You never thought you’d be staying with Hanzo and Jesse willingly but the day had finally come. There was no question that you were pregnant, with the lack of periods and the fact that Jesse swore he could see your stomach bulging a little bit, so you had decided that you would stick with them for the sake of the child growing inside of you. 

But you needed to see your family at least one more time before you disappeared completely. They hadn’t seen you in so long, they must have been so worried about you. If you didn’t want the cops chasing after you then you had to let them know that you weren’t kidnapped. Well, that you weren’t kidnapped anymore. So, while Hanzo was in the kitchen getting a snack ready for you, you snuck out the front door and ran to a neighbors house. You used their phone to call up your parents who sounded incredibly relieved to hear your voice. When they came to pick you up they looked a little older than they really were, you felt bad for that but it was better they knew what was happening to you. 

They’d taken you back to your childhood home where they still lived and demanded to know what had happened to you. Your father asked if you needed him to call the police to which you shook your head, trying your best to soothe their worries. You sat yourself down on the couch with them and smiled as you explained that you had been gone for so long because you’d been looking for somewhere new to live. The look on their faces told you they didn’t believe that for a second but you didn’t care about that much, you were preparing yourself for their next reactions. 

“Mom, dad.. Where I’m moving, I won’t be able to talk to you guys, like at all. I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again, but don’t worry. As soon as I can I’ll let you know what’s been happening,” your words were slow and you could see the anger the bubbling up into their features but before they could answer you moved to hug them tight and then slipped out of their arms. You didn’t listen as they yelled and begged you to stop and tell them what was going on, for you to stay with them. 

Hanzo sounded absolutely heartbroken on the phone, gasping at the sound of your voice telling him where you were; seated in the middle of a park using a kind woman’s cellphone. When they found you, you had a soft, apologetic smile on your lips. “I’m sorry, I knew you wouldn’t let me say goodbye if I asked you,” you explained, reaching your hands out to take one of each of theirs. The expression of anger melted away from Jesse’s face as Hanzo moved to help you up and hold you close as Jesse answered, “Alright, you’re lucky we were too worried to get upset at ya. Never pull that shit again sugar.” 

Reaper76: 

You knew that the only thing that would keep you from getting royally fucked up by Jack and Gabe was the fact that you were with child. If it wasn’t for that, you wouldn’t dare try to break out of the home you shared with them. Things had been going relatively well when the three of you figured out you were pregnant, the both of them all smiles because they had never thought they’d get the chance to be a father until they had met you. Finally, they had a chance to have a family outside of their work. 

This little plan wasn’t to rob them of that, it was just so you could have one finally farewell to the teammates who had become your family. When your commander had ordered you off on a ‘solo-mission’ and had never come back you knew your friends would be worried sick; upset with themselves for not going with you.

Jack had taken you with him to the supermarket, your behavior having been perfect for such a perk. He wanted you to pick out snacks that interested you. You told him you had to use the restroom and slipped out of the back. It took a lot of batting eyelashes and heavy-handed flirting but you managed to get a free taxi ride to the town that surrounded the Overwatch base. As soon as you stepped inside the base you went looking for your friends, smiling at the pure joy on their faces when they saw you. When you rounded them all up, you explained that you had been assigned on a really deep undercover mission and were allowed to come back one time for goodbyes. 

It was an hour of hugging and crying before you told them you had to leave, telling them that you hoped you might be able to come back one day. With that done, you made your way over to Jack Morrison’s office; plopping down in the large chair as you waited for one of them to burst in at any second, knowing that they’d use every resource to find you. You were a little surprised when Gabriel came in, laughing at the stress that was etched into his face. As he stalked over to you, you raised your hands and hummed out, “Don’t worry, I didn’t rat you guys out. Just said bye to my teammates. I’m deep undercover now and they won’t ever hear from me again.”

Gabriel looked at you with disbelief in his eyes but reached down to grab his phone, holding it to his ear for a few moments before he sighed out, “Found her Jack.” 

#mccree #hanzo #soldier 76 #reaper #yandere overwatch

[hunterlockwood-blog1]

hey lovelys !! it’s ya girl rachel here sliding in to the game completely unorganized despite the fact i’m an admin? tbh, sounds about right !! anyway, i’m SO glad that you all decided to join our little roleplay and make our efforts worth while. now, before i get TOO sappy i’m going to proceed to introduce my two little shitbags. you know the drill, under the read more is all the infos !!

i’m gonna try to keep this short and sweet, but the likelyhood is i’m going to excessively ramble because i have a tenancy to do that.

TROIAN BELLISARIO? oh wait, that’s HUNTER LOCKWOOD from room #A110, the FEMALE TWENTY-TWO year old FLORIST. haven’t they been a resident for SIX MONTHS now? I’ve heard that they are COMPASSIONATE & INTELLIGENT, although resident whispers say they can also be NAIVE & EASILY MANIPULATED. i swear everytime i hear MEDICINE by DAUGHTER they always seem to come to mind!

TRIGGER WARNING: CAR ACCIDENT

grew up in a VERY sheltered household, her dad is a cop so she basically grew up hearing him complain about all the kids her age and all the petty little crimes or things they did and basically it made her terrified of being that kind of person bc she didn’t wanna make her dad annoyed with her like he was w/these people

she had an older sister who legit was like ?? light of her life tbh she aspired to be her so so sOoo much because she thought the literal world of her

her sister was a writer n started up a website when she was in highschool that was basically like.. different columns with different themes like ‘whats in right now’ or what events were happening in their neighborhood/school or study tips ya get?

so smol hunter was also a writer n a pretty good one like a journalist n whatever 

and so one day big sis invited her to collab and basically they ran the site together

tbh i like to think it’s was probs pretty popular bc her sister would of been outgoing asf and probably had a lot of friends

fast forward a couple of years and welp 

basically her sister got killed by a drunk driver and lmao bc i hate myself her dad is a cop aka...... he was called to the scene fuck me up why do people let me do this 

but the death kind of majorly fucked up her family a lot? like u think her dad was overprotective before?? it got ten million times worse because the last thing he was gonna do was lose another kid

but like, minus all of that like the house just became really quiet and her family weren’t as close anymore

hunter is legit such a compassionate person, so seeing her parents in pain she bottled all her own emotions up  and put them on a shelf for another day and rather than mourning she took care of her broken parents 

which is honestly the worst thing she could’ve done because she still to this day has never fully mourned the loss of someone that legit meant the world to her and it’s just ?? kinda fucked her up a lot

after it happened she pushed kinda everyone away? like she had a friendship group and a boyfriend and she just kinda shoved them out of her life because she was like nope lol 

instead she took it upon herself to try and fill the role of being the ‘star child’ like her older sister was. she has a tenancy to completely overwork herself tbh, or will literally say yes to anything? 

wHICH TBH YEAH OKAY she’s a literal doormat and while her family aren’t like super toxic her dad is kinda..... a dick? but in a way you can’t really notice it

but he pretty much uses her as a doormat and she’s completely wrapped around his little finger like he still treats her like a little kid and she’s not allowed to break his rules and she’s just very very terrified of disappointing him so she isn’t really living her life to the fullest because she’s too focused on being this pristine little good girl 

she lived at home til recently and tbh her dad highkey hates where she’s living because it’s not the nicest place and he’s always trying to get her to move and offers to pay for it if she does

her mom owns a couple of florists, which is how hunter got the job; she’s been working there for a long ass time and tbh she actually enjoys it? she’s basically head of the store she works in tbh. 

oh also she refuses to write anymore bc it reminds her of her sister

also has a long haired german shepard who is love of her life she’d die for that dog

this got so long i’m sorry i’m trying to fit everything in rip

oH I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION LEGIT THE REASON WHY I EVEN PICKED THIS SONG WTF

okay so, hunter is 100% a person who overthinks literally EVERYTHING and after tisby died it kind of became impossible for her to sleep? i mean tbh she’s probs lowkey an insomniac, she would go days without sleeping and just be a general zombie 

but her doctor gave her like.. sedatives?  basically a medication that would help her sleep but sleeping is so much easier than being awake when you’re legit despressed asf despite the fact you don’t show it so she kinda... got... addicted??? 

lowkey still takes them sometimes because she’s a rly bad sleeper tbh she thinks to much idk

also hates cars now and tries to avoid them like the fucking plague 

VICTORIA JUSTICE ? oh wait, that’s CARTER HASTINGS from room #A210, the TWENTY-THREE year old BAKER. haven’t they been a resident for THREE MONTHS now? I’ve heard that they are AUDACIOUS & ALLURING, although resident whispers say they can also be OBDURATE & FIERY. i swear everytime i hear WREAK HAVOC by SKYLAR GREY they always seem to come to mind!

ima try make this one considerably shorter okay

sHE IS A PIECE OF SHIT

ya’ll don’t udnerstand i almost just left it as that tbh

okay so basically homelife growing up was lit she had a mommy n daddy who loved her v much and loved eachother until one day they didnt

which by that i mean mommy dearest found daddy-o fucking her bestie in their bed and it messed her up as fuCK

things just went super downhill from there basically carter just kinda raised herself bc her mom was kinda just ?? gone in the head a lil ?? like she doped herself up so much she just wasn’t entirely herself at all anymore 

carter just got into bad crowds because she was viewed as that kind of person tbh dirtbag aesthetic asf

she’s on parole rn and has an ankle monitor on for the next like six months bc she’s a bad human and got caught up in this drug scheme that was going on and they all got caught for it 

literally tried to flirt her way out of the situation tbh like she does with everything

if she can bat her eyelashes and dirty talk her way outta something she’s sure as fuck gonna try

probs doesn’t give a shit about ur opinion of her

has a shitty temper and will literally fight anyone at any time about anything 

idk man she’s just super problematic and i hate her fucking guts

oH BUT OKAY SHE BAKES ???

i mean both herself and actual baked goods 

it just kinda happened on accident like she got hired in this place after she got put on parole bc it was part of the deal she got a good job n wahtever but it turns out?? she lowkey had an undiscovered talent

is the type to bake at 4am and will probs knock on ur door asking for flour or to use your oven or something 

makes lit pot brownies js js 

ya’ll this is a tOTAL trainwreck, but i’m too excited to just post it and get to plot with you all !! so on that note, please please lets plot? i plan on shooting everyone a message about plotting but if you wanna beat me to it be my guest tbh.

#THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG #I'M SO EXTRA WTF #but love?? ME ?/ anywyay?? #( *･˙˖ — ooc ! ) #hazelwood:intro

[holylulusworld]

Hands off my wife!

Request: Could you maybe do a Jensen x milf! reader where she’s really hot and everyone is attracted to her and he really wants her but had to go through her protective son (he’s like 5 or something) and then smutty smut?

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, OMC Michael Dean, OFC Gwen, OMC Chris

Warnings: angst, tension, daddy!Jensen, smut, unprotected sex, cowgirl, MILF, DILF, angry Jensen, sexual harassment, violence, comforting, fluff

Hands off! - Masterlist

Around eight years later…

“Dad, can we not talk about girls right now?” Dean groans and you chuckle as your son is rolling his eyes.

“You need to know how to flirt with a girl. The summer is close, short skirts, light sundresses, you need to be prepared, son.” Jensen insists.

“I’m fifteen, dad. I know how sex works and all. Mom told me years ago, just like you.” Dean deadpans.

“Knowing how sex works and practicing safer sex or two different things. We don’t want little Michael Dean’s running around the house right now.” Jensen mutters and your daughter laughs at her father’s words.

“Daddy, I think Michael is flustered as he’s got a girlfriend.” Gwen squeals showing you the picture she took with her phone days ago.

“Pretty girl, Dean.” You praise and your son groans annoyed. “Mom! Don’t do this…”

“Son, you need to keep her.” Jensen chuckles glancing at the picture. The girl is almost as pretty as your mom.”

“Don’t flatter me, Ackles.” You tease squeezing your husbands butt.

“Hmm…don’t make me chase you through the house,” Jensen whispers in your ear. Even after over ten years of relationship the passion between you and your husband never faded.

“Jensen, our kids are still here.”

“Not for long. Dean will sleep at his friend’s place and Gwen at Jared and Gen’s place. You are all mine, Baby.” His eyes are darker now. A grin on his face Jensen wiggles his eyebrows.

“Fine…later…”

“Disgusting…” Dean mutters. “You are much too old to have sex…” Shuddering your son grabs his bag. “See you on Friday. Don’t make mom pregnant again…we don’t want little Jensen’s run around the house…” Michael Dean teases and Jensen gives him a cocky grin.

“Can’t give you a guarantee…”

“Eek…” Gwen mutters. “I have to go too.”

—-

“Hmmm…so it’s only me and you. No kids, no work, you are all mine.” Jensen chuckles. His eyes strip your clothes off as his tongue wets his lips. “I bet you are wet for me, dirty girl.”

“Jay, I need to bring the boxes over there to my dad’s place.”

“I can do it. You will stay here, get naked and look pretty, my sexy MILF.” He’s licking his lips, waiting for your answer.

“I give up, Ackles. Greet my dad, but don’t forget me once again. Last time you need four hours to come back.” You warn pointing a finger at your husband.

“Your dad is the best. We talked and forgot about the time. Now let me handle this, wife. I’ll be back to give it to you good and hard.”

“Hurry up, Casanova before I start without you…”

—-

One hour later you sit in your living room, wearing Jensen favorite shirt and naughty underwear you switch through the channels, waiting for your husband to return.

You are about to nip at your glass of wine as the doorbell rings. Did Jensen forget his key?

Teasingly sending Jensen a message about ringing the doorbell and forgetting his keys you grin, letting him wait.

“You snooze, you lose.” You chuckle.

Now his fists meet the door, rapping his knuckles harshly against the wood Jensen seems to be angry and you wonder. Usually, he laughs about your bad jokes.

“I’m coming, Jay…” You laugh opening the door, but your smile dies as you see Chris standing in front of your house, eying you up and down.

“Hey, Babe…” He slurs and you shake your head.

“What do you want here, Chris? I told you to stay away from me and my family. For eight years you gave a shit about your son. Leave and never come back.” You mutter about to close the door, but Chris is pushing against the door, making you shriek.

“I won’t go! You are still my girl.” Chris grunts trying to touch your cheek, but you slap his hand away.

“I’m not your girl anymore. Not for over ten years. I got no clue what makes you believe you can come here and disturb my life once again. I want you to leave now.” Trying to sound confident you tighten the grip at your phone.

“Let me come in,” Chris demands and you shake your head.

“No. We both know you’ve got no control while being drunk. Go and have some sleep. If you want to talk to me about something important come back sober.” You state but he won’t take ‘no’ as an answer.

Using all his strength he pushes against the door, causing you to stumble and fall onto your butt. Pain is shooting through your body as he grabs your wrist, twisting it.

“You will listen to me!” Chris yells as you try to break out of his grip.

“Let go of me! I’m married to Jensen. We have a daughter and Michael sees him as his father. Why can’t you leave me alone?” You yell not giving in.

“Your mother said you and Jensen are on a break.” Chris slurs dragging you to your feet. Your hand meets his cheek as he tries to kiss you.

“We are not on a break! Jensen was filming the newest season of Supernatural: the next generation of hunters. He was in Vancouver for filming, but the kids had school. Let go of me, Chris. You are hurting me!” Sniffing you push against his chest as you hear a car stopping in front of your house.

Jensen’s eyes darken as he watches you struggling against Chris.

“Hands of my wife!” Jensen yells.

“She’s still mine,” Chris slurs as Jensen grabs the hand holding your wrist to free you. Bruises form around your wrist and Jensen takes a deep breath to not kill Chris.

“Go upstairs and call the cops. I will have a serious conversation with Chris right now.” Jensen grunts.

“Jay…”

“Go, Baby. I’ll handle this…”

Running upstairs, you dial 911 to call the police. As you sit down on the last step you can hear Jensen yelling. Then the sound of a fist colliding with a face and then someone drops to the floor.

“Jensen?” You call your husband.

“I’m fine…Chris is not fine.” Jensen mutters.

—-

Tighten the grip around the blanket you watch Jensen talking to the police officers. You already gave your statement, so you try to calm down.

“Thank you,” Jensen says shaking the officer’s hand before he turns his attention toward you.

“Will they arrest him?” You ask.

“Yeah. They will make sure he’s not allowed to come close to you, our kids or the place we are living again.” Jensen slings one arm around your shoulder, holding you close as you lean into his touch.

“I thought it’s you…” You sob.

“I know, Baby. I was on my way home, got your message and was wondering why you believe it’s me. I had a bad feeling and drove faster.”

Your hand grabs Jensen to squeeze it tightly. “My hero…” You chuckle and he smirks at you.

“Did he…touch you?”

“No. Chris pushed against the door and I fell. He grabbed my wrist, tried to kiss me but I slapped his cheek. Then you came along…” Your hands start shaking as Jensen picks you up in bridal style to carry you upstairs.

“Can we have a shower? I want to wash him off my skin.”

“All you need, Baby…all you need.”

—-

“Feeling better?” Jensen asks as you lie down next to him, curling into his side.

“I don’t understand why he just can’t leave me alone. It’s been ten years, Jay. I moved on, have a new family, Michael sees you as his father, not Chris. He always says I ask dad first, he loves you.”

Gently stroking your cheek Jensen leans closer to you to plan a soft kiss to your forehead. His eyes never leave your face as he waits for you to talk about what happened.

“He was the one leaving me, Jay. Chris wanted to be free for her. It was me suffering after getting divorced. I’m happy, I found the love of my life. I want him to leave us alone.”

“I know…let’s have a rest…” Jensen whispers as you snuggle closer to him, moving your hands over his naked chest you bat your eyelashes. “No.”

“No?” Your husband chuckles.

“I want you. I need to feel you.” You state pushing against Jensen’s chest, making him roll onto his back.

“Uh? Care to explain?” Jensen gasps as you drag his boxers down, tossing the fabric over your shoulder. “You are mine, and I’m yours. I want what’s mine.” You purr and Jensen point toward his growing erection.

“All yours, Baby, all yours…take a ride…”

“I know, Ackles…all mine.” You tease straddling your husbands’ thighs, stripping your nightgown off you watch his eyes roam your body with every move you make.

“Such a sight. Still my sexy MILF.” Jensen growls as you raise your hips, revealing your crotchless panties. “What’s that?”

“You liked it when I rubbed my panties over you last time, so I bought these.” Your hands placed onto Jensen’s chest you let him guide the tip into your slit.

“One day you will kill me.” He growls as you sink down his hard length. Head lulling back, he closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your wet warmth surrounding him. “Never get enough of you.”

“The best way to go, Baby.”

You lean forward over your husband to rest your entire body on his stomach and chest. Slowly starting to rock back and forth you gasp as Jensen starts thrusting into you from below while you just lie on top of him kissing his lips softly.

Your hands fist his hair as he pumps harder into you. Jensen wants to take over control and you smirk, shaking your head. Lazily grinding against him you chuckle as he whines underneath you.

“Let me…” Jensen tried but you grab his arms and pin them over his head, starting to ride him faster, harder…taking what’s yours. “Shit…”

“Such a pretty DILF I have underneath me.” You coo and Jensen chokes on air. He wants to say something but the way you bounce up and down his length now let him remain silent.

Bending his knees slightly he thrusts into you, making your toes curl. Moans leave your lips as you tighten the grip at his hands, moving faster. The heat is spreading through your body as your walls start pulsing around Jensen.

“Jay…” You gasp crushing your lips onto his, biting his lips as you orgasm around him. He’s not far behind so you let him flip you over to take control.

Jensen moves slow, even…gentle. Giving you what you need, a partner who respects you don’t want roughness right now. His lips claim yours; his fingers intervene with yours as he fills you with hot ropes of cum.

“I love you, Baby…” He breathes against your lips.

“I love you too my hot DILF…” You chuckle.

“DILF?” Jensen asks.

“Daddy I’d like to fuck, Jay…”

“Damn, we are a perfect match.”

“We are…”

THE END …

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