#wish i was exaggerating when i say it's been driving me nuts for weeks

[dcforts]

[day 13: poinsettia]

It started as soon as Cas joined them at the diner and slipped into the booth next to Dean liked he usually did.

“Thanks for coming, Cas. We really need your help with this one,” Sam said.

“I’m here. Tell me everything.”

Sam was shuffling through his papers, about to bring him up to speed on the case, when he heard Dean snap, “Can’t you sit on the other side?”, with such vitriol that Sam looked up at him, shocked. His brother’s face was twisted with hostility, “It’s a little tight in here.”

Cas rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner but got up anyway to move next to Sam.

“So,” Sam started, frowning at his brother, back to sipping his coffee like nothing happened. He turned his focus on Cas, “just in this past week, twelve couples from this town filed for divorce.”

Dean scoffed, “Yeah, I’m still not sure this is a case. It’s Christmas, everyone fights during the holidays.”

“Yeah, but the point is – once they started, they simply couldn’t stop. The neighbours say -”

“So we’re playing marriage counselors now, what a way to hit the botto-“

“Could you be quiet?” interrupted Cas sharp, throwing Dean a glare. “I’m trying to listen to Sam.”

“What’s there to listen? I told you, there’s nothing for us here.”

“How can you be so sure -”

They were raising their voices and people from nearby tables started to crane their neck towards them.

“Guys,” Sam hissed, “I don’t know what’s happening here but can we -,” he tried to say, but it was like he wasn’t there anymore. Dean and Cas were throwing daggers at each other and as Sam’s gaze moved between the two of them, he started to suspect that something not normal was going on there. So maybe the marriage requirement for the curse wasn’t as literal as they thought.

He started sweating, “Uh, can we go back to the case now?”

“I don’t know,” said Cas, his voice dripping sarcasm, “maybe Dean has something more interesting to do.”

“Look, you’ve been here five minutes and-”

Sam sighed heavily. “Alright. Guys- guys, w-why don’t you take this outside? I’ll pay the check and be right out.”

Scoffing and grumbling, then slipped out of their seats and stormed out of the diner.

Sam sighed and raked his hands through his hair.

He tried to tell himself that it could be a coincidence, but his confidence whitered considerably as he watched through the windows his brother stomping through the parking lot and Cas following him with his arms crossed on his chest.

He took out his phone and called Rowena.

“What is it now, Samuel?” she answered.

“Hey Rowena. I- I need your help.”

*

Not even halfway through the story she interrupted him with a chuckle, “Oh, don’t worry Samuel. I know exactly what you’re dealing with.”

“You do?”

“But of course. And I know who’s doing it. It’s a witch, goes by the name of Emlen. They like to cause mayhem during the holiday season. Harmless curses, wear off right after Christmas. It happens every few years.”

“How are they doing this?”

She thinks about it for a moment, “At the victims’ houses. Did you happen to notice a poinsettia?”

“Th-the plant?”

“Yes, a poinsettia Sam, the Star of Bethlehem, the Fire Flowers of the Holy Night.”

“Yeah, got it. I don’t think so, I mean, everyone’s got one these days. So, maybe?”

“Well, the last time that’s what was setting off the curse. It’s very clever actually,” she went on, “They have them delivered to their door, and the plants let out these fumes -”

As she talked, and the wheels turned furiously in Sam’s head, his eyes fell on the centerpiece in the middle of the table. In a little jar, among glitter red berries and snow covered pine-cones, set a fresh plant with red and green leaves.

Sam shook his head, defeated. There was no doubt now.

Dean and Cas were in trouble.

He sighed, and snatched the plant to stuff it in his bag. He threw a couple of bills on the table and hurried to the exit still with his phone attached to his ear.

“So I need to look for a florist?”

Rowena sighed, exasperated. “No, Samuel. They are way smarter than that. I bet they enchanted a florist to do the work for them. You’ll need to go and gather all the plants and in the meantime – I imagine I could prepare an antidote of sorts to stop the effects right away. You’ll have to give it to the victims.”

“What about the witch?” he asked as he pushed open the glass doors and stepped out in the cold parking lot.

“I’ll take care of Em. We’re old friends, I’m sure they’ll be reasonable if I asked it as a favor.”

Sam let out a sigh of relief but his worry spiked again as the Impala came into his view. Even from there he could see Dean and Cas talking fast at the same time, clearly arguing.

Rowena said, “Did you say twelve couples, right? It’s twenty four vials.”

“Uh – actually. Can we make it twenty six?”

“Sure, Sam,” she said, sarcastic, “and I bet you want the express shipping as well? You know I only have two hands and can’t possibly…”

“Just – Please,” cut her off Sam, trying to express the frustration he was feeling. And he was feeling a lot of frustration as he was approaching the car and could hear indistinct shouting from the inside, “I’ve got a bit of a situation here. Um, Dean and Cas are kind of at each other’s throat.”

Rowena chuckled, but didn’t sound surprised at all as she said, “Of course they are. Fit the profile, don’t they? Alright Samuel, I’ll be there soon. Just try and hold tight, my poor boy.”

“Yeah, thanks Rowena.”

*

The ride to the motel was frosty at best. Sam stayed absolutely still in the backseat and did not comment on the Dean’s jerky driving or the fact that Cas stared grumply out of the window the whole time.

He had tried a weak, “Are you guys still fighting?” when he’d slipped in and they both had given him a stern “No,” that obviously meant the opposite.

Back at the motel the situation did nothing but worsen. They sat on opposite sides of the room and resolutely did not look at each other.

Well, at least until Sam broke the silence to say, “Rowena is on her way. This will be over in no time,” and his brother commented under his breath, “Yeah, Rowena is always there when you need her. Must be nice.”

And Cas whipped his head around, “If you’re referring to me, I’ll have you know that I came as soon as you called.”

Dean snorted, “You mean, as soon as you decided to pick up your phone.”

Sam let out a whimper.

“As I already told you -” thundered Cas but Dean cut him off, raising his voice, “I don’t wanna hear it, Cas. You say the same thing everytime and they you disappear again for two weeks!”

“Uh, guys? Why don’t we -” Sam tried to interrupt them by blocking their view of each other but they just stood up and walked around him.

“You know what’s funny?” Cas went on, sarcastic, talking over him, “That you’re always saying that I should be around more, but when I am around, you sure go out of your way to make me feel unwelcome.”

“Fine!” exploded Dean, “If that’s how you feel than I’ll just stop asking you…”

“… as if you ever asked. You just assume…”

“… then I won’t have to…”

Sam resisted the urge to press a pillow on his face and just closed himself in the bathroom.

*

When he finally heard knocking, Sam ran to the door and pulled Rowena in uncerimoniously.

“Oof, Sam, this is no way to greet a lady,” she complained but then her attention was caught by Dean and Cas behind his back, shouting in the middle of the room a few feet from each other. Her jaw dropped.

“... wish you’d just stop covering your feeling with humor...” Cas was saying.

“... well, I wish you’d stop snooping in my head every chance you get...”

“... If you think one needs to have celestial powers to see what’s clearly on your face Dean Winchester...”

Rowena met Sam’s desperate gaze and winced.

She patted his arm, reassuring, “I’m here now.”

*

“I’m not drinking that.”

“This is ridiculous. Dean and I are not married.”

“I know – just – please. You’re driving me nuts,” said Sam, pratically shoving the vials in their faces. Rowena had proposed to magically bind them and Sam was starting to consider it.

Thankfully - without even stopping glaring at each other - they took them from his hands and downed them in one go.

There was a moment of stillness and then Sam saw them sprinting towards one another. He gasped and tried to step in, thinking that they were about to throw punches but instead they ended up – smashing their mouths together.

Which was definitely more jarring for Sam. He stood frozen in shock and then made his way to Rowena, who was calmly putting on her coat, her back to the scene.

“Er, Rowena?” he called, alarmed. “Uh, they’re – is this normal?”

She threw a look over her shoulder at Cas wrapping Dean in his arms and Dean yanking Cas’ hair.

“Oh, it’s just a little after effect,” she said lightly. She met Sam’s worried eyes and explained, “The antitode has some ingredients in common with love potions. A little nudge, just enough to reverse hostility. It brings out desire. It’s nothing, Sam,” she shrugged, “and it’ll wear off in a couple of minutes, so I say we get out of here now and go deal with Emlen and the other couples. You know,” she smirked, “in case they decide what’s good for them and decide to stay.” She shouldered her bag, “Chop chop now, Samuel,” she said cheerfully, shoving him slightly. “We got work to do.”

*

Two minutes later, Dean and Cas pulled away from each other in the empty motel room.

They looked wide eyed, their faces red, their lips swollen. Dean’s voice was on the verge of hysteria and disbelief when he said, "We kissed.”

He was still holding the lapels of Cas’ trenchcoat and Cas still had his arms tight around his waist.

Cas blinked at him, “Yes,” he said, “I think we were cursed.”

Dean nodded briefly and tried to think fast. “Sam must be working the case,”. He thought about calling him, making sure he was alright and didn’t need assistance but his eyes couldn’t stop flicking between Cas’ eyes and lips, “Seems like whatever he’s doing is working. Uh - Sorry about -”

“I’m sorry too,” Cas said, still a little out of breath, “Can we keep kissing now?”

Dean exhaled, “Yeah, good idea,” he said, throwing his arms around his neck.

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[hutchhitched]

So Wrong, So Fast

Written by: @hutchhitched​

Prompt 79: Peeta has been planning this marriage proposal for months. It goes horribly wrong. Tell me all about it and what happens next? [submitted by @katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Ratings/Warnings: T

A/N: I’m continuing to post the nine @everlarkficexchange prompts I took and then sat on throughout the early months of the pandemic. This is the fourth of the nine. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. Huge thanks to @javistg for understanding the delays. Hope this helps ease your stress during hurricane season, @katnissdoesnotfollowback. This story can be read in the universe of An Everlarking Christmas as a prequel.

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 “Finn, have you seen my tie?” Peeta Mellark yelled down the hall of their apartment. “I’ve got two minutes before I need to head out.”

“Nope. Haven’t seen it.”

 He turned and burst out laughing. His roommate stood in the doorway in ragged sweatpants and a threadbare t-shirt. Wrapped around his neck was Peeta’s favorite tie.

 “Are you trying to ruin this night for me?”

 “I would never do such a thing,” Finnick crowed and loosened the tie. With an exaggerated wink, he tossed it to Peeta and plopped down on the bed. “So, what’s the plan? Wine and dine Everdeen and then bring her back here for a little roll in the hay? Should I change your sheets for you? Make myself scarce?”

 “I don’t know how Annie puts up with you,” Peeta muttered and tugged the knot in his tie. It wasn’t quite sitting right, and it was driving him a little nuts. It had taken a lot for Katniss to agree to a formal dinner for their anniversary. She was much more comfortable out of the spotlight or working behind the scenes. Peeta’s insistence that she be showered with affection made her squirm anxiously any time he brought it up, but he’d wanted to do something special to show his girlfriend how much he really loved her, and a fancy dinner date seemed like a tried and true method for demonstrating affection.

 “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Finn. I’ll probably stay at her place tonight. I mean, I am planning to pop the question.”

 Finnick yelped and sprang from the bed to engulf his roommate in a bear hug. Lifting Peeta off the floor, he spun them around and finally set Peeta down again when they were both completely dizzy.

 “How could you keep this from me?” Finnick barked in a mock offended tone. “You know how much I love romance, and I’m running out of fresh material. What have you got planned? Music? A special menu? The ring in the dessert? No, scratch that. In the champagne? Got her favorite flowers? Rose petals at her place and lit candles? Tell me everything.”

 “You’re worse than Delly,” Peeta snorted, referring to his childhood best friend who enjoyed being a woman more than almost any other female. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to jinx it. There’s only so much a guy can handle before he breaks down in a puddle of nervous goo.”

 “Can I see the ring?” Finnick asked, still practically vibrating with excitement. “I need ideas for the one I’m gonna buy—because we both know it’s going to be sooner rather than later.”

 “You’re a mess. You know that?”

 “I am a lovable, sex god who’s given up my reign for the fair Annie Cresta.”

 “You’re an idiot.”

 “An idiot in love who supports you in your inferior attempts to romance women.”

 Offended, Peeta glared at his friend. “I am very romantic. Katniss just doesn’t really like it.”

 “Oh, really?” Finnick hooted and crossed his arms. “You still haven’t told me what your plan is.”

 “You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow because I need to go.” Turning to his friend, Peeta exhaled and held out his arms. “How do I look?”

 “You look good, man. You got the ring?”

 “Shit! The ring.” He scrambled to his nightstand and opened the top drawer. Rifling through the contents, his fingers settled on a velvet box, and he grabbed it and stuck it in his pocket. “Gotta go. Wish me luck!”

 “Good luck!”

 Finnick’s well-wishes rang in his ear as he rushed out the door. Jumping into his car, he slammed the door, turned the key in the ignition, and…nothing.

 “No, no, no, no, no! Not tonight.”

 Turning the key again, Peeta groaned when the battery didn’t turn over and smacked his palms on the steering wheel. Frantic, he leapt from the car and ran into the house.

 “Finn! My car won’t start. Can I—?”

 “Keys are on the counter. I’ll have Annie pick me up. You’ll need to get gas.”

 “Thanks, man!”

 He was halfway to his girlfriend’s house when he glanced down and saw the gas gauge was almost on empty. Swearing, he crossed his fingers he could make it to Katniss’ place and then to the restaurant before he had to stop. Irritated that he’d hit almost every red light between his house and hers, he jammed the car into park and rushed to her door.

 “You look gorgeous,” he breathed when she opened the door, and he grinned at her shy smile. He leaned forward to kiss her. Closing his eyes, he inhaled her scent and nudged her lips open with his. She tasted amazing, her lips soft and coated with lip gloss. When she moaned into his mouth, he pulled away and took a shuddering breath. “You ready to go?”

 She nodded and took his hand. “I’m not used to heels,” she laughed when she wobbled a little against him. “Or dresses. Or makeup. Or not wearing a braid. Why do I let you talk me into these things?”

 “Into dinner?” he teased as he helped her into the car and shut the door. He hurried around the car, jumped in, and turned to her. “Sorry. My car wouldn’t start.”

 “Into a fancy dinner,” she answered. “What’s wrong with your car?”

 He shrugged and grimaced. “Probably a battery. I’ll figure it out tomorrow. How was your day?”

 Peeta listened as he drove. He was still jumpy, but having her by his side calmed him a little bit. She wore a slinky peachy, salmon colored dress that dipped low on her chest and hinted at a tiny dip of cleavage. Her gorgeous legs stretched from the hem that rested just above her knees to strappy, gold heels that elongated her legs and made them look twice as long. Her dark hair, which she usually tucked back in a braid, hung loosely in waves around her shoulders and halfway down her back. God, he loved her.

 He pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot and helped her out of the car and to the door. Still unused to the heels, she leaned against him, and he reached over to kiss her forehead just as they got to the maître d. He gave his name and frowned when the man looked over his reservation list with a bored look.

 “I’m sorry, sir. I don’t seem to see your name.”

 “That’s impossible. I made the reservation two weeks ago. Mellark, table for 2. Can you check again, please?”

 “Certainly, sir. Let me just check tomorrow, too. Just in case. Sometimes we make mistakes. Ah, yes, here it is. I’m afraid we have you down for tomorrow evening instead.”

 “But—”

 “Not to worry, sir. I’m sure it was a miscommunication,” the man assured in an infuriatingly disinterested voice, but Peeta flushed with discomfort. He had a niggling feeling that maybe it was his mistake and not the restaurant’s, but he was grateful they seemed willing to accommodate them—even if the guy looked like he’d rather do anything than speak to them. Possibly it would all still work. Perhaps the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach would be soothed by good food and attentive service. Maybe he’d ask the woman of his dreams to marry him and she’d say yes. Otherwise, he might die of humiliation.

 “Uh, I—”

 Katniss watched with a bemused expression. When Peeta seemed incapable of stringing together more than two words, she suggested calmly, “Perhaps we could wait at the bar while the table’s prepared?”

 “Yes, miss. If you’ll just step this way, we’ll serve you there. Might I suggest a red?”

 Peeta followed and sagged gratefully onto a stool. The bartender asked for their orders, and Katniss surprised them both when she asked for a gin martini. Taking his cue from her, he ordered a bourbon. The smoky, caramel flavor washed over his tongue and eased his jangling nerves. Grateful for her calm, he entwined his fingers with hers and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.

 “Sorry for the confusion,” he said in a low voice. She took a sip of her drink and looked at him over the rim through her eyelashes. A bead of liquid lingered on her lower lip, and he gave her a soft kiss to lick away the stray drop.

 She hummed against his mouth. “I think I can forgive you,” she murmured and kissed him again.

 By the time they got their table, his stomach rumbled, and Katniss had the look in her eye she always got indicating she’d crossed into hangry. However, the waitress, a slight young woman named Rue, took care of them graciously and attentively. She suggested flash fried spinach for an appetizer and left them to themselves.

 Dinner was spectacular. The food was delicious and they chatted and laughed as they enjoyed each other’s company. Wrapped in each other, they shared bites and tangled their spoons over the last bit of sorbet and ganache. Everything was perfect until the bill came and he reached into his back pocket. Peeta’s face drained of color. Stricken, he looked at Katniss. He couldn’t believe what he’d have to do.

 “What’s wrong?”

 Devastated, he answered, “I can’t believe I did this.”

 “Did what?”

 “Katniss, I forgot my wallet.”

 “You forgot…”

 “Yeah, my wallet,” he repeated, his cheeks flaming with humiliation.

 She laughed and leaned across the table to grab his hand. “It’s no big deal. I can get it.”

 “That’s not the point, Kat. I asked you to dinner. I made a huge deal of it, and now I can’t even pay. I’m so sorry.”

 “You know, I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive you for this gaffe,” she teased. “I might as well just break up with you right now. I mean, how could I ever trust you again? Be honest, hon. You’re really just looking for a sugar mama, aren’t you?”

 He knew she was teasing, knew it meant nothing and was intended to make him feel better, but he was sick to his stomach. After all this time, all the planning he’d put into proposing to the love of his life, and he couldn’t even manage to remember his wallet. If nothing else, it seemed like a terrible omen. How could he handle a marriage if he forgot such basics? He tried to tell himself he’d never done this before, that it was the only time he’d ever been quite so careless, but his insecurities got the better of him.

 He was quiet as Katniss paid the check and they walked to the car. Maybe there was still time to salvage the evening. He had the ring in his pocket. The proposal would make his mistakes all better. He’d planned for weeks. Arranged for every variable. It was going to be perfect. He just had to get them to where they’d first met.

 Music played softly as they drove with the windows partially lowered. A gentle breeze whipped through the car, and her hair created a cloud around her face. She sang softly, and his heart clenched at the joy on her face. He always wanted her to sing more, since it brought her such pleasure, but it was highly personal to her. He didn’t get to hear it nearly enough.

 They were less than a mile from their destination when the car started to chug, and his stomach dropped. “No, no, no!” he growled. “Please, no.”

 “What’s wrong?”

 “God, please keep going,” he begged, but Finnick’s car shivered and shook and ground to a halt. If it’d been a person, he would have said it coughed itself to death. “Shit.”

 “Peeta?”

 “We’re out of gas.” Slamming the palm of his hand against the steering wheel, he released a long groan and thumped his head against the headrest. Grumbling, he closed his eyes and took in a huge gulp of air. “What a fucking night.”

 “I don’t know. I don’t think it’s so bad.”

 He glanced over at her and gave her a sad smile. “You’re so amazing.”

 “I’ve heard that before,” she grinned. “My boyfriend tells me that all the time.”

 “Does he?”

 “He really does.”

 “Lucky bastard.”

 “He really is.”

 The way the moonlight fell across her face was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to paint her in that moment, so he could freeze time and live in it forever. More than anything, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this woman.

 “How married are you to the idea of those shoes?” he asked suddenly.

 “I despise these things, Peeta. You know that.” A smile played across her lips, and he stretched across the seat to kiss her.

 “Take them off.”

 “Why?”

 “Just do it. I have a plan.”

 Full of renewed energy, he bounced out of the car and ran around to open her door. Offering her his hand, he pulled her upright and threaded his fingers through hers. Without a word, he kissed her forehead and led her down the street.

 “Are we going to the meadow?” she asked as they rounded the corner. “Sweetheart…”

 He grinned and guided her to a tree at the edge of the open area before hauling her in for a passionate kiss. She melted against him, and he cradled her to his chest.

 “I love you so much, Katniss,” he murmured against her lips. “I can’t remember what my life was like without you.”

 “I love you, too.”

 “Do you?”

 “Yes,” she whispered.

 Grinning, he dropped to his knee and looked up at her. Her eyes widened when he sank down, and he reached into his pocket to pull the ring box free.

 “Every day since I’ve met you has been better than any best day I had before we met. I don’t want to have another one without you. Katniss Everdeen.” He paused and opened the ring box. Holding it out to her, he asked, “Will you please make me the happiest man in the world and spend the rest of your life with me?”

 Katniss nodded vigorously. “Of course, I will, Peeta. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

 Relief flooded through him. He hadn’t even been aware how nervous he was until she agreed to his proposal, but he suddenly felt like his limbs were limp noodles. He couldn’t comprehend the buzzing in his veins, but he was sure his blood was florescent with endorphins. That wasn’t a thing, but still. Thrilled, he reached into the box to get the ring and—

 “You have got to be kidding me!”

 The ring box was empty. The ring he’d picked out for her wasn’t there. Instead, the slit where it should have been grinned at him manically, and he wondered briefly who he’d pissed off in a past life to make this night go so spectacularly terrible. After all the planning and soul searching and angst, the perfect proposal had disintegrated into such a total pile of—

 “What’s wrong?”

 Katniss stood over him, trembling and half-grinning/half-weeping. The longer he remained on his knee, the more concerned she became. He looked down at the empty box that mocked him and huffed in annoyance. He realized as the moisture from the ground soaked into his pants at the knee that he’d grabbed the box he’d kept from a prank gone wrong with Finnick on Valentine’s Day. In his rush, he hadn’t even bothered to make sure he got the one with the ring in it.

 “I’m an idiot. That’s what’s wrong,” he groaned.

 “Are you— Do you not want to…” she asked in a tortured whisper.

 He popped to his feet and wrapped her in his arms. “Oh, no, sweetheart! Of course, I want to marry you. I’m so happy you said yes. I just, uh— I forgot the ring.”

 “You forgot the ring?”

 Frustrated, he nodded and hung his head. “I really, really did.”

 Silence hung for a few seconds, but then he felt panic bubbling inside him until— Laughter poured from him in lusty bursts that shocked him and caused her to chuckle. Before he knew it, he was doubled over, heaving for breath, and laughing so hard, he almost fell over. Katniss joined him after a few seconds, his mirth contagious as he struggled to gain his composure. Soon, they clung to each other as they guffawed, unable to stop.

 “Who proposes and forgets the ring?” she howled, her eyes sparking with humor.

 “I do!”

 “Runs out of gas. Forgets his wallet.”

 “Me!”

 “Why is this so funny?” she giggled. “Bless your heart. You tried so hard.”

 He forced himself to get it together and pulled her close. Brushing her hair back, he tilted his head and kissed her. “I really did.”

 She hummed against his mouth and opened it as his tongue swept inside. The kiss grew heated quickly, and he slanted her mouth so he could devour her. When she whimpered, he tangled her hair in one hand and let the other drift lower to cup her hip and then pull her leg up and over his.

 “Katniss,” he hissed as she rocked her hips against his.

 “How mad do you think Finnick would be if you abandoned his car?”

 “Furious. Why?” he asked between heated, open-mouthed caresses.

 “I really don’t want to wait for help when we could get a ride to your place.”

 “I thought we were staying at yours tonight.”

 “We could,” she breathed against his cheek before catching his earlobe in her teeth and biting it gently. “Or we could go to yours, put that ring on my finger, and consummate our engagement.”

 He grinned and nuzzled her neck. “That sounds pretty amazing,” he breathed as he nibbled along her jawline.

 “Yeah?”

 “Yeah.”

 “Hmmm. Maybe we can salvage this night after all.”

 “You mean me agreeing to marry you wasn’t enough for our date to be a good one?” she teased as she pulled away and started walking back to the car. “Shoes. Purse. Would like to take them with me.”

 He tugged his phone from his pocket and arranged for a car. Grinning, he called after her, “It all went so wrong, so fast, but I think we’re on our way to making it even more memorable.”

 “I love you, Mellark,” she yelled over her shoulder.

 “I love you more, Everdeen! Gonna marry the hell out of you.”

 She backed away from him, and he followed. The last thing he wanted was to let her slip away from him into the darkness.

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[steve0discusses]

Yugioh Ep 28: Valon Joins the Dead People Gang

So lately it’s been really freakin hot.

Like crazy freakin hot. I haven’t done anything productive because youknow--I live in a Covid hotspot and I’ve been quarantined for what feels like is 6 years, and then to continue the 10 plagues across America, now it’s just really freakin hot.

I was trying to go the hell to sleep when I heard this WIND outside my window at 2 AM. Just...WIND. It was like 5000 degrees outside, and then it started thundering, and then the lightning started hitting and I was like...wtf 2020, please calm down!

So I decided to check Twitter at 3 AM really fast just to make sure this wasn’t a freakin dream. Aaaaaaand Northern California had a Fire tornado warning.

3 words I never thought I’d see in conjunction. Fire tornado Warning.

and it hella dropped in Tahoe, y’all, it was freakin nuts. Meanwhile, Death Valley--the place where Yugi hella biffed it and died, if you don’t remember--hit 130 F (54.4 C, for the metric lovers in the back) so...it’s been a time for every part of California, and now we have some good ol fashioned rolling blackouts accompanied by 27 wildfires (yes, 27 fires) who have turned the sky into a yellow pea soup.

So because of the rolling blackouts (one of our power transformers exploded because of either the lightning or overuse, I dunno) at any point...my power might go out. Because of this, I didn’t feel like booting up Photoshop and so instead I’ll just...work on this.

...something about the Fire Tornado, the yellow shadow realm outside my window, and crazy lightning over San Fransisco reminded me that it’s been a HOT MINUTE since I’ve posted so lets get back to Yugioh. Somehow they knew that the doorway to hell was my back yard and you know what? They’re right. Completely believable and I wish someone would close the damn door.

Tristan read my mind that it’s been such a hot minute since I’ve checked in, that he mansplained a very quick summary of what the hell is currently happening to Tea Gardner.

A brave man, Tristan Taylor. A brave man to risk getting into a fight with Tea, who is the only Goliath on this show that exists without also being a paper card.

Which is when Pharaoh had some news.

I guess without Duke around, Pharaoh had to be the new Killjoy

(read more under the cut)

I exaggerate a little for the caps, but it’s kind of interesting that when Joey is usually on his own, it’s Yugi who’s certain that Joey is about to die and Pharaoh is the one that has to calm little Yugi down. But, when Yugi’s not there, I guess Pharaoh is just already in a Mood.

Mai is really weird this episode! I wish this season had gone into more detail about the extent of the Orichalcos’s mind control. Because Mai could very well be under it’s spell...or not...maybe it has no spell and they’re just falling for it like a placebo?

It’s not like the Orichalcos was ever put on anyone who was “good.” like if it were possessing someone nice like...

....

....(let me think about this, I’ll think of someone on this show who is a true lawful good.)

....

.................Dark Magician Girl, then I’d actually know if this Orichalcos actually IS different from how these characters actually are. But Mai was introduced in this series as a villain, and she’s always been around to bust balls, so it’s like...what part is Mai and what part is not?

Apparently a part that only shows up when Valon dies.

PS Valon turns a very quick 180 right before he died. I honestly thought I had skipped an episode or something because bro mentioned something about...Valon burning down a church or something...but I think that was a spicy headcanon where he mixed up this show with another anime.

I think. If I skipped an episode, y’all would tell me, right? I didn’t skip an episode?

I did skip the card games, however, so something about getting punched like 1000 times in the dick by Joey Wheeler taught Valon how to be human again, and the death that followed the 1000 dick punches inspired Mai to remember that Valon exists and that she Loves Him.

(just flat on his face)

I just...

I am going to give Yugioh this one. They have had so little in terms of relationships--I will give this to them. Good Job Yugioh, you did it. You had a relationship on your show. Sure, it was one where she...never seemed to like the guy at all, but hey--they actually did embrace...a corpse. Good on you, Yugioh.

Again, I have a really difficult time not cracking up about this very tragic moment a little bit because (and I have said this before about relationships on Yugioh), but I have never seen a TV show treat a straight relationship this way. I have never seen Straight Baiting before in my life and it is...WILD.

Also because Valon and Mai have both murdered I want to say hundreds of people at this point, it’s hard to feel too bad about them, although they are drawn as a very cute couple in how their outfits match. They got the finger less gloves, the belts hanging off their collar, the sleeveless outfit that is both too much clothes and too little clothes at the same time.

And like...I really like the idea behind Valon/Mai. I still think that was a good idea to build off of, I just wish that there was more of a sign from Mai that she had any idea that Valon existed prior to this. Because Valon had Orichalcos too, but he was fully able to love her--so what was happening on her end that prevented this? Was it just the amount that she hated Joey was so much more than her love for Valon? Was Valon actually more jealous of her hate of Wheeler and misinterpreted it as love?

Anyway it’s a billion degrees and I don’t have air conditioning so...I think we’ll have more time to think about this next episode. Maybe it’ll occur to me two weeks after this heat wave ends exactly what I am trying to grasp at when it comes to these two, but for now all I can say is...well it was nice.

Ah RIP Valon/tine (or at least I assume that’s the ship name). You lasted almost a whole season. You almost became a thing. I guess well find out if there’s redemption after he eventually gets resurrected.

And on this show we redeem resurrected people kind of a lot, so that seems reasonable. Sure it was a couple hundred people that he murdered but like...we redeemed Marik.

And then she goes back to wigging out like immediately. The flipping and the flopping of Mai Valentine in this episode is a lot.

And immediately after he says something along the lines of this, he follows with...doing this:

Joey! Valon just died so you wouldn’t have to duel Mai Valentine! He’s dead, Joey! Maybe try talking???

The thing about this show is that cards can both heal you and also destroy you, and the line between the two is just...rolling a dice and hoping you come out healed. Yugi played cards against Yami so that Yami could free himself from his guilt and move on--Valon was healed of Orichalcos control because Joey beat him at cards--Seto was “cured” of his more evil side because Yami mind wiped him in a card game--card magic is weird.

At the same time, Cards can take your soul in just So Many Ways--kind of one of the downsides. But, in a very round about way, maybe cards are kind of like therapy in this world. Maybe they don’t have therapy, and all these kids playing card games with eachother is metaphorical to how they all need eachother in order to push eachother to actually go through the steps of-

Ah, who am I kidding? They just really needed to have Mai lose at cards so they could write her off the show.

I do appreciate that the show never tells you that someone’s actions in the past mean they must rot for eternity. This show will never cancel anyone and say “burn that bridge, let’s go” but I feel like murder is...the line where you can just walk away?

But youknow if that were true of Joey wheeler he’d have no friends left.

During this time, The Yugioh crew was inexplicably lost while, for once in his entire life, Seto was going the correct direction.

Unfortunately, the lure to throw cards at thing was too much for him to go the right direction for very long. It is kind of funny to note that he is the smartest boy in Domino--so he knows you can drive through a hologram--but he just didn’t want to know if they were real or not, so he...didn’t.

Like I think that says a lot about Seto, and I’m sure the show-runners didn’t think about this at all, but he could have tested his theory right now. He could have just seen if these were real in order to know if he was crazy or not...but he’d rather be insane, than be involved with magic.

Anyways, Mai drops that Orichalcos.

Reminder that San Francisco is only 7-12 miles from one end to the other depending on what part of the peninsula you’re on.

But then again, they’re reading a map in Roman characters and these kids are school dropouts who only speak Japanese and maybe Spanish. Maybe they’re actually doing really, really well considering the language barrier?

Anyway that’s all for now I’m gonna go pass out and hopefully when I wake up it’ll be next week when it is no longer hot. If you just got here, this is a link to read these caps from the beginning!

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#yugion #ygo #photo recap #episode recap #yami muto #tea gardner #joey wheeler #tristan taylor #Valon #Mai Valentine #So much punching #Seto Kaiba shows up for 5 seconds #Mokuba too I guess #S4 #Episode 28

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And When He Smiles I Swear I Can’t Breathe

Alan Rubin x fem!Reader

Word count: 1,415

Fandom: Blues Brothers

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Blues Brothers characters or movies. This refers to Alan Rubin as a character in the movie, not the real Alan (although he obvsly played himself but you know what I mean)

I’d like to add that I made everyone of the band a few years younger (so the age gap between the reader and Alan isn’t that big), so he’s approx. in his early 30s.

Sophia & Lisa are two OCs created by two lovely people within the fandom.

Warnings: swearing

Chapter II

When they got to the bar Charlotte did her best to stick to her two best friends which were pretty soon wrapped into their boyfriend’s arms.

Charlotte shared a table with the two couples, Elwood and Murph, who started to report on their latest US tour, which they had ended with tonight’s concert in their home town of course. “Think we can all agree that we got the best response in the Southern cities” “Sure, those mountain people do not know anything about proper dance music and shaking a leg.” Elwood added. And then Murph told the funniest story about how the smashed his e-piano by accident on the highway and how desperate they were to find a new one before the next gig.

Jake ordered a few rounds of shots for everyone and the guys kept on telling some stories from the last few weeks. The rest of the band was lingering at the bar and Mr. Fabulous took a long glance at Charlotte. She was wearing a black dress with golden details on it, black boots and a leather jacket. He really liked her style. And she looked adorable, smiling and laughing about the jokes the others must have told. He admired the young woman for some time until he finally approached her. “May I buy the lady a drink?” “Er.. I-, I…”, she stammered. “Sure, she’d love to!”, Lisa chipped in and gave her friend a soft push towards the trumpet player, who carefully put his arm at Charlotte’s lower back, ushering her towards the bar. “So what does a girl like you likes to drink? A beer? G and T?” “Wine, please, white!”, she gave the bartender an assuring nod. Alan raised his hand. “Any particular wish?” “Right, you’ll probably judge me for that but a Chardonnay, please.. if you got any.” “Make that two, please.” They picked up their glasses and went to the nearest table. “Chardonnay, huh?”, the man laughed. “Why’s that?” “I dunno… My parents love those fancy-schmancy restaurants and I kinda started to like the taste of a good Chardonnay.” She raised her glass “Thanks for the drink, Alan. To the fancy things in life then…?” “And to your first and hopefully not last concert of the Blues Brothers Band!” The two clinked their glasses. “Cheers!” “Surprisingly this one tastes quite delish.”, Alan joked after taking a sip, checking out the bar in an exaggerated manner and they both laughed. “Well, to be honest I think wine is the only fancy thing I like. Can’t even stand the food at those restaurants, most times I order a salad, can’t do much wrong with that.” “I guess that’s true.” “How long have you been playing with these boys?” “A few years know. I know Jake back from NY City and he asked me to join these fellas. Good thing I didn’t know how nut these boys were, I’d probably have never agreed to that.” He looked at Charlotte and couldn’t quite read her face, so he quickly added “I’m just kidding, they’re great… So, what do you do when you’re not dragged to concerts of your bestfriend’s boyfriends?” “You know, college stuff. I study law.” Alan gave Charlotte an acknowledging nod. “Oh? You wanna become a lawyer?” Her mood suddenly changed. “Well, my dad is one, so…” She quickly changed the topic and cleared her throat. “May I ask you something?” “I’ll answer you everything you wanna know.” She blushed. What was he doing to her? She insecurely pushed around her glass. “Soo… Why that nickname?” She emphasised “Mr. Fabulous?” He shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.” He took a big sip from his glass and licked his bottom lip after swallowing. Charlotte felt hypnotised. She couldn’t take her eyes from his sensuous chiseled lips. “I guess I AM fabulous.” Charlotte softly moaned “You certainly are.” The following awkward silence brought her back to reality. “Gosh, did I just say this? I’m so sorry.”, she apologised. “The wine must have gotten into me.” God, she wanted to slap herself for that. “It’s alright, thought it was rather cute.” She looked up from her glass into his beautiful hazelnut eyes and could have stayed there forever.

“Do you like another drink?”, he offered her. “Huh? Oh no, it’s really getting late. I think I better leave!” “Sure I’d be happy to take you home.” “Thanks for the offer, Alan but I got here with Sophia, her car’s still parked outside.” “So?” “Well I bet she wants me to drive back with her.” “I bet she don’t.” Charlotte sighed and looked over to her friend, who was sitting on Jake’s lap, one arm around his neck, wearing his hat. “Look, I’m sorry, don’t wanna force you into anything.” “Would you give me minute with her?”, Charlotte asked the handsome musician and went over to her friend. “Hey girl. Did you check the time recently? I really need to get home.” “Oh I’m sorry hun. I planned on spending the night with Jake… You know he’s been on tour so much lately, we barely got to see each other the past few months.” “Ffs, c’mon, you can’t let me down.” “On the contrary, looks like Mr.Fabulous is very eager to drive you home.” She giggled and couldn’t help noticing him at the bar, watching the two vigilantly. “How about that: You take me home and THEN you can still go to Jake’s.” “How cruel of you! That’s the most unromantic thing ever.” Charlotte squinched her eyes. “Don’t you see I’m only trying to force your luck here? He’s obviously crazy about you.” “Right, just never mind. I’m sorry, it’s just, I feel kinda overwhelmed. Enjoy your night, you two!” Charlotte gave his friends a quick smile and turned back to the man who had been waiting for her at the bar. “Seems like we’re good to go.” “Excellent. Just let me grab my jacket.” They walked down the street until they got to a black Mercedes 300SL sports car.. “Here we are.” “No way this is your car!” “Well, seems like I’ve got the keys.”, he said and opened the passenger door, holding it open for her. “This is one of my favourite models.” She stated and let her fingers trail over the passenger’s instrument board. “How do you - I mean, you’re only a trumpet player!” “Yeah but I play the flugelhorn, too.”, the quick-witted musician replied. He quickly closed the door behind her and took a seat behind the wheel. 

It was a rather awkward ride for both of them. Both thought about what to say or how to keep the conversation going but couldn’t come up with anything inventive. And Charlotte felt guilty for her remark about his car, thinking this was the reason he was so quiet. 

They finally reached Charlotte’s house. He got out of the car, walked around and opened the passenger door for her again. He held out his hand to her “Milady?” She put her hand in his and tried to get out of the car as elegant as possible.”Why thank you!” Seeing that he actually wasn’t angry at her gave her some desperately needed  courage. “Alan? I’m sorry about what I said about you owning that car… I didn’t-“ “Don’t you worry about that! Usually I’m pretty good at dishing it out in a joking way, so I have to be able to take it as well.” He shrugged his shoulders and took a look at the house in front of them. “This isn’t your home, is it?”, he asked with a smile. “What? Of course it is.” She looked over her shoulder. “What blew the secret?” “The tricycle at the front door…?” She inhaled sharply. “I mean chances still are you have a sibling at the age of 4.” Charlotte sighed. “I’m so sorry. This got nothing to do with you. My parents think I’m on some kind of girls movie night at Lisa’s. And they prefer staying up until I get home.” “No harm done. I completely understand. I hope to see you again sometime…?” “Sure, I’d like that.”, the girl smiled. “Good night then.” And with that he gave her a kiss on the hand. She couldn’t believe he just did that! What a gentleman! How freakin wholesome! She tried not to show any of her excitement on the outside when he watched her walking to the neighboured house and disappearing through the front door.

Chapter I 

#Alan Rubin x Reader #Alan Rubin x fem!Reader #blues brothers fandom #blues brothers #blues brothers fanfiction #Mr.Fabulous

[winchesterbrotherstan]

Supernatural- Route 666 (1.13)

Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: When Dean gets a call from an old girlfriend, Olive is forced to stay at school while her brothers investigate a racist truck. Truths about Dean and Olive are revealed, leaving Sam reeling

Warnings: cursing, racist truck??, uh implication of people having had sex, some gay shit happens

Word Count: 7449

“Okay. I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought.” Sam spoke, tracing the route.

I pouted from my perch on the trunk of the car. Dean was sitting on the hood. Someone had called him, and he needed to take it. It wasn’t Dad though. Sam had the map stretched out on top of Baby. I tugged at it by the corners and he narrowed his eyes at me, pulling it back with a playful smile.

“Dean, you alright?” I looked up, seeing him shut his phone with a sigh.

“Yeah. We’re not going to Pennsylvania.”

“We what?” I asked, sliding off the car.

“I just got a call from an, uh… old friend.” Dean cleared his throat. “Her father was killed last night. Think it might be our kind of thing.”

“Who was it?” I perked up.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetpea.”

“What?” Sam asked, still confused.

“Believe me, she never would’ve called… never, if she didn’t need us.” Dean looked down, pain in his eyes.

I sighed. Cassie.

“Come on.” Dean opened the drivers door and beckoned to me.

I slid in under his arm and made myself comfortable in the middle seat. Sam stared at us, still very confused. I leaned over and rolled down the window of the passenger seat.

“Sams. You coming?”

                                                          ***

“Yeah, whatever, Hunter. We don’t care how you do it. Just get it done.”

“Well why are you guys rushing out?”

“Another case came up. An old family friend. We’ve gotta handle that.”

Hunter snorted on the other end. “Fine. Be safe.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me what to do. Please don’t get ganked by a monster.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll see you around, Olive.”

“I sure as hell hope not.” I snapped before hanging up.

“By old friend you mean…” Sam trailed off from the front seat.

“A friend that’s not new.” Dean’s tone was clipped.

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Sam snorted.

“It’s Cassie, isn’t it?” I asked.

Dean sighed and glanced down at me. “Yeah. It is.”

“You’ve never mentioned her. Ollie, how do you know her?”

“Her and Dean went out.” I shrugged.

“You mean Dean dated somebody? For more than one night.” Sam was bewildered.

Dean snorted. “Am I speaking a language you’re not getting here? Dad and I were working a job in Ohio.” Dean shook his head.

“One day, Dad and Dean couldn’t pick me up. She was finishing up college nearby, she offered to drive me to the motel. They met, went out for a couple of weeks.”

“And?” Sam looked at me, completely entranced in the story.

Dean shrugged, and I blew a raspberry.

“Look, it’s terrible about her dad, but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I’m not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which by the way, how does she know what we do?” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.

Dean only licked his lips and I tilted my head.

How did she know?

I huffed and looked up at Dean. “How does she know?”

Dean cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the road. I snorted, and Sam shook his head, a frown forming on his face.

“You told her. You told her the secret!” Sam hissed. “Our big family rule number one! Dude, we do what we do and we shut up about it.” Sam scoffed. “For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a few times and you tell her everything?” Sam’s eyebrows were knitted together, and he looked angry.

Dean said nothing and I sighed. I had never thought about it.

“Dean!”

“Yeah, looks like.”

I sighed as Dean gunned it, engine roaring. Sam shook his head as he pulled a bitchface on. I sighed and sunk further into my seat. This was going to be a complicated hunt.

                                                          ***

“Two black people were killed on the same stretch of road in the same way in two weeks!” There was a shout from inside the office.

I flinched. Sounded like a hate crime. The boys and I looked at each other, confused. I blinked as Dean slid past the open door. Sam sighed and reached for my hand. I took it and he brought me with him, into the office.

“Jimmy, you’re too close to this. Those guys were friends of yours. Again, Cassie, I’m very sorry for your loss.”

The two men walked away, leaving Cassie to turn around. She came face-to-face with Dean and flinched. She stared at him, apprehensive. Dean broke into his classic, charming grin. I bit back a smile as she looked at him, eyes wide.

“Dean.”

“Hey Cassie.”

Sam looked down at me as I looked up at him, matching smiles on our faces.

“Hi, Olive. You’ve gotten big.”

“Hi Cassie.” I smiled, grabbing Sam by the hand and pulling him forward. “This is our brother, Sam.”

She smiled at us both before looking back to Dean. Dean sighed at her.

“Sorry ‘bout your dad.”

She huffed. “Yeah. Me too.”

                                                          ***

“My mother’s in pretty bad shape.” Cassie spoke as she bumped the door open with her hip.

“Let me help you.” I scrambled to my feet and grabbed two cups off of the tray.

I handed one to Dean, and he furrowed his eyebrows at it. It was empty, but Cassie had a pot of tea on the tray. Sam took a third cup, smiling warmly.

“Thanks, Olive. I’ve been staying with her.” Cassie sat down on one of the chairs, and I took the spot between Sam and Dean.

“I wish she wouldn’t go off by herself. She’s been so nervous and frightened.” Cassie sighed. “She was worried about dad.”

“Why?” Dean asked.

Cassie sighed as she poured the tea. “He was scared. He was seeing things.”

“Like what?” I asked, putting my tea up to my lips and blowing on it.

The fog steamed up my glasses, and I shivered, feeling cold.

“He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him.”

“A truck.” Sam repeated. “Who was the driver?”

Cassie shook her head as she poured a cup. “He didn’t talk about a driver. Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear. And, in the accident, Dad’s car was dented, like it had been slammed into by something big.”

“Thanks.” Sam spoke as Cassie poured his tea. “Now you’re sure the dent wasn’t there before?”

She shook her head and poured Dean’s cup. “He sold cars. Always drove a new one. There wasn’t a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad’s car… leading right to the edge, where he went over.” She ducked her head, trying to hold it together. “One set of tracks. His.”

“The first was a friend of your father’s?”

Cassie nodded. “Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the dealership together. Same thing. Dent. No tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He lost control of the car.”

Dean and I looked at each other and he sighed. “Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?”

“No.” Cassie sighed.

Sam looked up. “And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?”

“When you say it out loud like that… listen, I’m a little skeptical about this… ghost stuff… or whatever it is you guys are into.”

“Skeptical.” Dean huffed. “If I remember, I think you said I was nuts.”

“That was then.” Cassie sighed.

Her and Dean stared at each other, wordlessly. Sam and I looked at each other and I cleared my throat. Cassie blinked and looked up.

“I just know that I can’t explain what happened up there. So I called you.” She whispered.

The door swung open, and the four of us popped to our feet. Cassie rushed to help her mother into the room.

“Mom. Where have you been? I was so-”

“I had no idea you’d invited friends over.” Her mom cut her off.

“Mom.” Cassie cleared her throat. “This is Dean, a friend of mine from… college. This is his brother Sam, and his sister Olive.”

“Well I won’t interrupt you.” Mrs. Robinson scoffed.

“Mrs. Robinson.” Dean started. “We’re so sorry for your loss. We’d like to talk to you for a minute if you don’t mind?”

“I’m really not up for that right now.” She scowled before brushing her daughter off and leaving the room.

Dean and I sighed and Sam and Cassie looked at each other with sad faces.

“Hey, uh… you know any schools around here?” Dean asked after a second.

I flinched, staring at him with wide eyes. He avoided my gaze, so I turned to Sam. He looked down, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“Uh, yeah. Let me just get a piece of paper to write it down for you.” Cassie said as she eyed the three of us.

                                                          ***

“This is bullshit!” I hissed as Dean put the car into park.

“Ol, you have to go to school. We’ve had this conversation before.” Sam spoke softly, but firmly.

I threw my head back with an exaggerated groan.

“Bug, we’re doing this because we love you.”

I snorted. “Bullshit.”

“Can you say anything other than that word for maybe four seconds?” Dean snapped, turning around to face me.

I sighed and let my shoulders drop. “No, I get it. You guys want me to have a good education. Sams, you want me to not be a hunter. Dean, you just want what’s best for me.”

“Which includes not being a hunter.” Sam cut in.

Dean and I both stared at him, the same expression on our faces. He put his hands up in mock surrender.

“I’m just saying!”

I huffed. “Are you guys gonna be okay?”

Dean nodded. “Still have to figure out what we’re dealing with.” A pause, then in a more gentle tone, his hand going for my shoulder. “Are you gonna be okay?”

I sighed again, then nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be alright. Call me if you have any updates?”

Sam nodded. “Of course. Make sure you pay attention though.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes, despite the smile making its way onto my face. “I’ll see you guys later tonight?”

Dean smiled. “Promise, sweetpea. C’mere.” He grabbed my face and pressed an obnoxiously loud kiss to the top of my head. “We love ya.”

I rolled my eyes again as I opened the car door. “I love you guys too.” I shuffled out of the car and swung my backpack onto my shoulder.

“Oh!” Sam exclaimed, rummaging for something in the bag between him and Dean. “I made you this.”

I popped my head back into the car, only to see him holding a brown paper bag out for me. It had Olive :) on it in his neat boy-cursive. I smiled, feeling my heart warm itself up.

“Be careful, you guys.”

“Always. You too.”

I smiled wider. “Always.”

                                                           ***

I trudged through the hallway, one hand clutching my lunch and the other gripping the strap of my bag. It was an old bag, one of Dad’s. I only used it when I had to go to school, which was the one thing about hunting that I absolutely despised.

Being new sucked, being at a school for less than a week sucked, being there without my brothers, alone? That was the worst part.

“Hey, new girl.”

I looked up from the floor to see a girl my age, maybe older, smiling at me. She was pretty, light green eyes and light brown hair hanging in ringlets. Her face was dusted with freckles. I forced a smile back.

Shit, she’s pretty.

“What’s your name?”

“Olive.”

“Olive.” She repeated. “Nice name.”

I snorted. “Thanks. I think my brother was just hungry.”

She laughed. “Your brother named you?”

I shook my head, a real smile on my face this time. “It’s complicated. And you are?” I held a hand out to her, desperately trying to ignore the sparks on my skin.

“Taylor.” She shook my hand. “So what’s the deal?”

“I’m sorry?” I asked as we moved through the hall, past the lumps of people.

“Why are you here? I mean, nobody just moves to Cape Girardeau, Missouri on a Wednesday.”

I snorted. “Uh, my brothers…” I shook my head. “They have to move around a lot for work. Ya know, traveling salesmen.” I blew a strand of hair out of my face.

She giggled. “So… just brothers? No mom, dad?”

I sighed again. I shook my head. “Mom’s never been in the picture, and Dad is too focused on work. My brothers take care of me.”

She nodded. “Sorry. That seems heavy.”

I shrugged. “I love them, they love me. Could be worse.”

She pursed her lips. “Alright, what’s your first class?”

I giggled at her change of pace and pulled out the paper from my back pocket.

“Oh.” She groaned, nose wrinkling up. “Trig with Henderson.” She giggled. “You’re gonna hate that.”

I tsked, and she shook her head. “It’s okay, though. We’ve got it together!” She squealed, holding a hand out for me.

My heart thumped, and I took it. I felt the tips of my ears heat up as she dragged me through the halls.

                                                          ***

“Hey, bug! I’m outside, ready whenever you are.” Sam was on the other end of the phone.

Sorry, I mouthed to Taylor as I put the phone back up to my ear. “Hey Sams. Where’s Dean?”

A sigh. “He’s busy. But I’m here!”

I giggled. “Alright, I’ll be right out, Sams. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I flipped the phone shut and turned back to Taylor. “Well, my ride’s here.”

“Sam? That one of your brothers?” She giggled.

I nodded. “Middle child, but he’s pretty great. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She nodded, a smile on her face. “See ya tomorrow.”

I tried to bite back the smile that was growing on my face as I turned and pushed through the front doors, into the parking lot. Sam was there, in Baby’s driver’s seat. I swallowed, hard. I had known how I felt about girls since I was twelve, and while I had never said a word, Dean had caught on. Now I had to decide whether or not I wanted to tell Sam.

“Hey, bug!” He called.

“Hi, Sams.” I grinned, tossing my bag in through the window before getting in myself, then rolling the window up.

“How was school?”

I shrugged, and he made a face. “You like someone.”

I scratched the back of my neck. “I dunno.”

“Well I do. You definitely like someone. Come on, what’s his name?”

I blew a raspberry and looked at him. His grin was so big, the look in his eyes so pure. I sighed.

“Her name’s Taylor.”

“Oh! A girl.” Sam blinked. “Aw, bug. You didn’t have to tell me.” He pulled me into a bear hug.

I nodded. “I know. But I wanted to.”

“Does Dean know?”

I shrugged. “Not officially, but I’m sure he’s figured.”

He smiled, pushing my hair back. “You’re great, bug. I love you.”

I giggled. “I love you too. But can we please go home? I don’t wanna sit here in the parking lot. It feels awkward.”

He nodded as he pulled back. “Yeah, yeah, of course we can.”

                                                          ***

“Where’s Dean?” I asked Sam the second he came out of the bathroom, drying his hair.

He sighed. “I dunno, bug. He was with Cassie last time I talked to him.”

“Have you called him?”

“Nah. Didn’t wanna interrupt him. He definitely still likes her.” He tossed the towel back into the bathroom before dropping onto his bed.

I huffed. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“Alright, come on. Time for bed. You’ve got school tomorrow.”

I sighed. “Dean said I’d see him tonight.”

“Bug…”

I turned to face the door, my back to Sam. “He promised.”

Sam sighed. “I know. But he’s with Cassie.”

I shook my head. Sleeping would be difficult. I would have to sleep facing the door. It would give me nightmares if I didn’t. Dean normally slept facing the door, which meant I didn’t have to. But he wasn’t here.

“Alright, come here.” Sam patted his bed.

I turned back to him. “Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Come on. I’ll face the door.” He smiled softly.

I broke into a smile and slid into his bed, pushing my face to his shoulder and sighing happily as he flicked the lights off and wrapped an arm around me.

“Night, bug.”

“Night, Sams.”

                                                          ***

“Why do I have to wait in the car?” I huffed.

Sam reached over and ruffled my hair. “Because you are a baby. It’s enough that I let you come with me. You should be in bed.”

I sighed and sank into the seat, fighting back a yawn. Sam tsked.

“I saw that.”

“Oh, shush.” I brushed him off.

“Alright, I’m right out there. Don’t leave the car, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay. Wait, wait, take your jacket!” I sat up, struggling to untangle the fabric from my own flannel.

“Bug-”

“No Sams, it’s cold and snowing out. Take it, I’ll be okay.”

“You sure?”

I pushed it into his hand and nodded again. “Go.”

“Okay. Love ya.”

“Love you too.” I made kissy noises at him as he clambered out of the car.

I yawned for real this time and made myself comfortable. I was bound to fall asleep. It was five in the morning, and the day before had drained me. I felt the driver’s door open, but I didn’t bother to open my eyes.

“Did you forget something?”

“Hi pumpkin.”

I spun so fast that my knees smashed into the dashboard, but I didn’t feel a thing.

“Dean!” I squealed, throwing myself at him, arms around his neck.

“Hey sweet girl.” He pulled me out of the car.

The snow landed on my eyelashes, and I clung tighter to Dean. He tightened his arms around my waist and plucked me off my feet.

“Where were you?” I asked as he swung me around before putting me back on my feet.

“Oh, I uh…” He pulled back and scratched the back of his neck.

“You were with Cassie?”

He nodded, a small blush on his cheeks. I giggled.

“Dean’s got a crush, Dean’s got a crush!” I sang.

He rolled his eyes and pulled me into his side, arm hooked around my shoulders. I reached up to my shoulder and held his hand.

“Come on, baby girl.”

“They’re with me.” Sam pointed to us over his shoulder and I pulled away from Dean with a snort as the cop shot us a strange look.

“You didn’t make it back to the motel.” Sam noted.

I giggled again, and Sam grinned.

“I’m guessing you guys worked things out?”

Dean snorted. “We’ll be working things out when we’re ninety.”

“So what happened?”

Sam sighed. “Every bone crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, looks like something ran him over.”

Dean and I looked at each other and he let out a huff.

“Something like a truck?”

“Yep.” Sam popped the p. 

“Tracks?”

“Nope.”

“What was the mayor doing here anyway?” Dean asked.

“He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago.”

“But he’s white. Doesn’t fit the pattern.” Dean tilted his head.

“Wrong road, too.” I sighed. “None of this fits.”

                                                          ***

“Have fun. Love you, cookie.” Sam grinned as I leaned forward to peck his cheek.

“Love you too, bubs.” I blew a raspberry against his temple, and he squirmed away, chuckling.

“Bye, beanie.” Dean grabbed me by the chin and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“Bye, Deanie.” I rhymed, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose.

He scrunched it up with a smile, and they both watched as I tumbled out of the car and toward the front door.

“Hi, Olive!” Taylor squealed from the door.

“Hey.” I grinned as she came running, reaching for my hand.

I blushed at her as she laced her fingers through mine. She was just being sweet, as most girls were, but I couldn’t help the butterflies in my stomach.

“What’s up?”

“Not much. You?”

She shrugged. “Nothing. How are your brothers? Saw them dropping you off.”

I grinned, and my gay feelings were overhwhelmed by the pride I had for my brothers.

“They’re great.” I giggled. “Dean’s gotten back in touch with an old friend, Cassie. Sammy’s alright. We both love to tease Dean.” I smiled.

She nodded. “That’s really cute.”

I tilted my head as I looked up at her. “Nothing else to say?”

She shook her head. “No. Why?”

“Uh…” I trailed off. “Most girls always come running, talking about how cute my brothers are.”

She snickered. “No. I mean, they aren’t bad looking but I’m not into boys.” She looked me up and down with a smile.

My cheeks began to burn.

                                                          ***

“I’ll see you later?” Taylor squeezed my hand.

“Uh, yeah, I don’t really know when we’re lea-”

“Bug, come on. We’ve gotta go.” Sam came up behind me, grabbing me by the shoulders.

“Wh-what?” I looked at him over my shoulder.

“It’s Cassie. Dean wanted to come get you before we go.”

I nodded. “Yeah, okay. Sorry, Ty, I-I’ll see you later.” I squeezed her hand.

“Yeah, of course. Bye. Nice to meet you, Sam.” She smiled at him.

“You too.” He smiled politely before grabbing me by the hand and dragging me with him.

“So that’s Taylor, huh?” Sam looked down at me.

“We can talk about her later.” I rushed to the car, pulling the door open. “De, what happened?” I asked as I tossed my bag over the bench and slid into the middle.

Dean threw an arm around my shoulders and sighed at Sam as he closed the passenger door.

“Truck came at her.”

“Oh God.” I mumbled. “Let’s go.”

                                                          ***

“Here.” Sam passed a cup of tea to Cassie.

Dean was perched next to her, an arm around her. His demeanor was fierce and protective, and it was like nothing I had ever seen before. He was soft toward her, gentle and calm, but if anything came near her, his head would snap up like a dog’s.

“Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that.” Cassie spoke as her hands shook, cup rattling.

“You didn’t see who was driving the truck?” I asked, settling on the coffee table in front of them, knees bumping into Dean’s.

He looked up at me, and I could see the worry in his eyes. He was scared. Scared she’d get hurt, scared she’d die. I leaned forward and squeezed his knee, eyebrows furrowed as I glanced from him to Cassie.

“It seemed to be no one.” Cassie shook her head, and Dean glanced at me, upset. “Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone.” She looked up to Dean. “Why didn’t it kill us?”

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed in anger. “Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first.”

“Mrs. Robinson, Cassie said that your husband said he saw the truck before he died.” Sam spoke softly, head bowed and eyebrows furrowed.

The three of us looked the same when we made the sad, pitiful expression. Eyebrows furrowed, eyes big and puppy-like, lips pressed together in a pout.

Mrs. Robinson was shaking as she spoke. “Oh. Martin was under a lot of stress. You can’t be sure about what he was seeing.”

“Well after tonight, I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck.” Dean sighed, shoulders squared and pissy. “What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Okay? Your daughter could die. So if you know something now would be a really great time to tell us about it.” He growled.

“Dean.” I warned, bumping my knee into his, staring at him with a warning glance.

Mrs. Robinson nodded. “Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck.”

“Did he know who it belonged to?” Sam asked.

“He thought he did…”

“Who?” I turned to look at her.

“Cyrus.” She sighed, getting upset. “A man named Cyrus.”

The boys looked at each other, and Dean dug through his bag. I looked at Sam, confused. He twitched his nose. It didn’t matter.

“Is this Cyrus?” Dean asked, showing her the newspaper.

“Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago.”

“How do you know he died, Mrs. Robinson?” Dean’s face changed as he leaned forward. “The paper’s said he went missing. How do you know he died?”

Mrs. Robinson whimpered and a few tears fell down her cheeks. “We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while, I was also seeing Martin… in secret of course. Interracial couples didn’t go over too well back then.” She sighed. “When I broke it off with Cyrus and when he found out about Martin, I don’t know… He changed. His hatred… his hatred was frightening.”

“The murders.” Sam whispered.

“There were rumours. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck.” She eyed me. “Not just black people. Hispanics too.”

I flinched. My mother had been Hispanic, and while I was raised by white boys, I had picked up a bit of Spanish and I was noticeably of color compared to my brothers.

“Nothing was ever done. Martin and a… Martin and I, we were going to be, uh… married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope. We didn’t want the attention.”

“And Cyrus?” I asked, catching on.

“The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children’s choir in there. They all died.” Mrs. Robinson broke into a sob.

Sam and I looked at each other and I sighed. He looked at me, nodding. I sniffled as I took over.

“Did the attacks stop after that?”

“No!” She cried. “There was one more! One night that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible.” She whined. “But Martin, he got loose. He started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him.”

Dean sighed. “Why didn’t you call the cops?”

“Dean.” I shook my head at him. “It was forty years ago. And Martin wasn’t white.” I sighed.

“He called his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson. They put Cyrus’s body into the truck and rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land. The three of them kept that secret for years.” Mrs. Robinson sighed.

“Now they’re all gone.”

“So is Mayor Todd.” I glanced at Dean.

“He said you of all people would know he isn’t racist.” Dean shook his head. “Why would he say that?”

“He was a good man.” Mrs. Robinson noddled. “He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus’ disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done, he… he did nothing…”

“Because he also knew what Cyrus had done.” Sam picked up, and she nodded.

Cassie looked at her mother and sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Mrs. Robinson shook her head. “I thought I was protecting them. And now there’s no one left to protect.”

“Yes there is.” Dean sighed, then looked to Cassie.

Mrs. Robinson did the same, looking shaken up. Sam and I looked at each other once more, and I reached over to Dean again, this time grabbing his hand.

                                                          ***

“Ah, my life was so simple.” Sam huffed as he fiddled with his phone. “Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms.”

I yawned, pushing myself to sit on the front of the car. Dean was pacing in front of us. I held a hand out to him and he took it with a sad smile as he leaned against the car, between me and Sam.

“So I guess I saved you from a boring existence.”

“Yeah, occasionally I miss boring.” Sam sighed.

Dean huffed, and I leaned against him, biting back another yawn. We were staked out in front of Cassie’s house, and the plan was to stay. I probably wouldn’t go to school tomorrow, but I would’ve rather worked a case with my brothers.

“So, this killer truck.”

Sam sighed, this time dramatically. “I miss conversations that didn’t start with ‘this killer truck’. Ahh…” He sighed again.

Dean smiled as he shook his head. “Well, this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for 40 years.”

“So what woke it up?” I asked, yawning again.

Dean wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into him. I slumped against him, and the leather jacket warmed my cheek instantly.

“The construction on his house. Or destruction.” Dean shrugged.

“Oh, right. Demolition or-” I yawned again, then sniffed. “Remodeling can awaken spirits, make them restless.” I rubbed my eyes.

Dean hummed, and Sam snickered.

“Like that theatre in Illinois, ya know?”

“And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy who kept Cyrus’ murder quiet and unsolved.”

“So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Dean sighed.

“Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyways.” I sighed.

“You know we’re gonna have to dredge that body up from the swamp, right?” Sam turned to Dean, who smiled.

“Jesus. Can we call the Richmonds and get their help?” I asked, looking up at Dean before yawning again.

“Man.” Sam snorted.

“You said it.” Dean huffed.

“Hey.” Cassie called, and Dean stood, moving his hand to my knee as he looked at Cassie.

“Hey. She’s asleep. Now what?”

“Well you should stay put and look after her. We’ll be back. Don’t leave the house.” Dean ordered.

Cassie smiled. “Don’t go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it.”

Dean looked back at Sam and I as we chuckled. He looked down at his feet then back up.

“Don’t leave the house please?” Dean pouted, and Cassie smiled.

They leaned into each other and started to make out, and I squirmed, giggling. It was good to see Dean with someone who made him genuinely happy, not just a passing-by hook up. Sam wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me off the hood. I squeaked as he swung me around and dropped me in front of the passenger door.

Sam cleared his throat, and Dean snickered as he broke apart from Cassie.

“You two comin’ or what?”

Sam and I looked at each other once more with a giggle.

                                                          ***

“Alright, let’s get her up.” Sam called to Dean.

“A little more. Little more. Little more. Alright, stop!” I put a hand up to Dean.

He was driving a stupid giant tractor, which was pulling the nasty, rusted truck from the water. He turned the tractor off and hopped off, meeting me at Baby’s trunk.

“Nice going, Freckles.” I elbowed him.

“Hell yeah.” Dean grinned, popping the trunk open.

“Now I get what she sees in you.” Sam scoffed.

“What?” Dean looked up, practically elbow deep in the weapons compartment.

I rolled my eyes, and Sam laughed.

“What?” Dean turned back to us, confused, hands on his hips.

“Oh, don’t play. You’re still in love with her.”

“Can we please focus?” Dean glared at me through narrowed eyes.

“Dean, we’re just saying.”

“Hold that.” Dean shoved a canister of salt into my hands, and I huffed.

“Alright, What else?”

“Gas, flashlight…” Dean trailed off, now in business mode.

“Alright, alright, let’s go.” I pulled on his wrist.

Sam chuckled as we made our way back to the car. Dean pushed me into Sam’s chest as he opened the door. An old, rotting body fell out and I jumped back, disgusted.

                                                          ***

“Wait, no, I wanna do it!” I jumped up, reaching for the matches as Dean pulled it up out of my reach.

Sam shrugged, and Dean rolled his eyes with a smile as he handed me the box.

I lit the match and let it fall onto the body, watching as it went up in flames. I shivered, and Dean wrapped his arms around me. Sam leaned over, pushing Dean’s head out of the way to press a kiss to the top of my head.

“Think that’ll do it, De?” Sam asked.

I blinked as I looked up between them. Sams rarely called Dean by ‘De’, but when he did, it was a soft moment between the two.

Dean was about to open his mouth, and then the sound of an engine revving made us jump. Dean’s arms tightened around me and he scowled.

“I guess not.”

                                                          ***

“So burning the body did nothing?” I asked, looking up at Dean, panic growing.

“Sure it did.” Dean snorted. “Now he’s just pissed.”

“But Cyrus’ ghost is gone, right?” Sam was also panicked. “De?”

“Apparently not the part that’s fused with the truck.”

“Gimme your keys.” I held my hand out.

“What?” Dean looked at me.

I grabbed him by the jacket and yanked the keys from his pocket. I turned and scampered away before he could catch me.

“Olive, what are you going?”

“Kid, where the hell are you going?” Dean growled.

“Getting him away from you guys. I’m not white, I burned his body, I’m a good driver. I can lead him away while you guys burn that pile of shit.” I hissed, pointing at the rusted truck.

“Wait, wait!” Dean ran after me. “No, you’re a kid, you can’t just-”

“How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck, Ol?”

“I dunno, figure something out!” I ran from Dean, ducking into the car and locking the door.

“Figure some-something…” Sam trailed off.

Dean hit the window and glared at me as I started the car.

“Olive. Let me in.”

“No! Help Sam.” I hissed.

“Olive Sam Winchester! Don’t be a fucking brat, let me in.” He hit the window again.

I rolled my eyes before leaning over and unlocking the passenger door.

“Buckle up. I’m driving.” I turned the car around before slamming the gas.

“Okay, we need a plan.” Dean scoffed as he looked behind us.

The truck revved, and I pumped the gas, the Impala pushing 80 on the wet road. Dean pulled his phone out and put it to his ear, hanging onto the dash.

“Sam!” A pause. “Well we don’t have a minute! What are we doing?” Another pause.

The truck got closer. I couldn’t see the plates, and his lights were blinding me. I flipped the rear view up and floored it. Baby’s engine groaned, but she sped up to 100.

“Get back to me?” Dean mumbled, disgruntled.

“Dean, I’m gonna run out of road.” I warned, once again pumping the gas.

My phone rang, and Dean dug through my jacket pocket, snatching it and flicking it open.

“Alright, guys?”

“Sams, this better be good.” I hissed, pushing the gas as far as it would go.

She topped out at 120, and the truck was gaining quickly.

“Where are you guys?”

“In the middle of nowhere with a killer truck on our asses! It’s like it knows Olive put the torch to Cyrus.” Dean twisted around to look at the truck.

“Listen to me! This is important. I have to know exactly where you are.”

“I dunno!” I shouted back as the truck inched closer.

“Decatur road. About two miles off the highway.” Dean was sitting completely backwards now.

“Okay. Headed East?”

“Yes!”

The truck backended us, and the tires spun out.

“Fuck! Shit!” I hissed as the wheel spun before letting me take control once more, tires to ice.

Dean looked back at the truck and slid into the middle seat, putting a hand on my knee. “You’re doing great, angel, just keep going.”

“Okay, uh, turn right! Up ahead bug, turn right!”

“Hold on.” I growled to Dean as I slammed the brakes, the car swinging onto the road on the right.

The truck followed, and I pumped the gas once more, bringing her to 98.

“You make the turn?”

“Yeah, Sam, she made the turn.” Dean was trying to stay calm so that I would stay calm, but I could see right through him.

He was scared and angry, maybe more so than I was.

“Bubs, you’ve gotta move this thing along a little faster.” I pleaded, pressing the gas as far as it would go.

“Alright, you see the road up ahead?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Dean and I answered at the same time, and I felt my blood grow colder as I checked the side mirror, only to see the truck gaining on us.

“Okay, you’ve gotta turn left.”

“Wha-left?” I looked to Dean, eyes huge.

“All you’ve gotta do is slam the brakes. He’ll keep going, you can gun it down the road. Okay?”

I nodded, waiting until I was a few yards away from the road. Dean grabbed me by the shoulders and steadied his hand against the dash. I glanced at him and he nodded at me. I slammed the brakes, lurching forward. I slipped from Dean’s grasp, my nose slamming into the steering wheel.

“Are you guys okay?” Sam must’ve heard me mumble a curse under my breath.

“Yeah, we’re fine.” I turned the wheel as far as it would go and turned onto the smaller road.

“Now what?”

“You need to go seven tenths of a mile and then stop.”

I glanced at Dean out of the corner of my eye. “Stop?” I echoed.

“Olive, it has to be exactly seven tenths.”

“Shit. Seven tenths.”

“What are-”

“Point two.”

“When it hits point nine, turn her around and stop.” Dean instructed.

I glanced between the road and the speedometer, and Dean turned around, looking for the truck.

.05…

.06…

.07…

.08…

.09

I went for the emergency brake, and Baby spun around, now facing where we had come from. I put her in reverse and backed her up a foot, now exactly between two posts on the sides of the roads, a broken down wall to Dean’s side. The truck appeared on the road, engine revving.

I glanced at Dean, and he swallowed hard.

“Guys, you still there?”

“Yeah.” I let out a breath, feeling sick to my stomach.

“What’s happening?”

“It’s just sitting here staring at us. What do we do?” Dean asked, reaching for my hand.

I took it and squeezed, adrenaline from the chase still pumping, but I was horrified.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Bring it to you.”

Dean and I looked at each other, and my nose began to burn. My eyes welled with tears as I breathed.

“Sammy…”

“Jelly bean, just trust me.”

Dean looked down at me and nodded. “We’ll be okay. I promise you.”

The truck’s tires began to spin in the mud, and it finally gained traction, coming right towards us.

“Dean.” My voice was quiet, and my heart felt like it was burning a hole into my stomach.

“Come on, come on.” Dean whispered as he wrapped his arms around my torso and brought me into him, shielding me from watching.

I hid my face in his shirt and began to sob as he held me tightly. The roar of the truck’s engine grew louder and louder, and I felt Dean squeeze me with one arm, the other now gone.

Nothing came, and the truck’s engine went quiet. Dean let out a huff, and I slowly looked up, confused.

“It’s gone.” He shrugged at me.

“Guys? You still there?”

Dean and I only stared at each other, confused.

“De? Bug?”

“Uh yeah, Sam where the hell did it go?”

“You guys are where the church is.”

Dean squinted, and I scoffed. “What?”

“The place Cyrus burned down. Where he killed all those kids.”

Dean looked around, and I scoffed again. “Not much of it left.”

Sam laughed, “Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they’re destroyed, so I figured, maybe, that would get rid of it.”

Dean’s eyes snapped up. “Maybe? Maybe?” Dean roared. “What if you were wrong? Olive could’ve died, Sam!”

“Hey, it’s okay.” I grabbed his hands and held them in mine, giving him my best puppy eyes.

“Huh. Honestly, that thought hadn’t occurred to me.”

Dean stared at the phone before hanging up. “Well honestly, it didn’t occur to me.” He mocked, rolling his eyes.

I giggled at the high pitch of his voice and he scowled as he shook his head. “I’m gonna kill him. Now move over, I’m driving back.”

                                                          ***

“Hey.” I whispered as Taylor slipped past the crowd of kids leaving the school and to me.

“Hi. Where’ve you been?” She asked, eyes wide and beautiful under the sunlight.

I sighed. “Um… my brothers needed help with the job… It was a late night, but we got it done.” I shook my head. “I just wanted to come say goodbye.”

Her shoulders fell and she sighed. “Does… does that mean you guys are leaving?”

I sniffled, feeling my eyes well with tears. “Taylor, I’m really sorry. I wish things could be different, but-”

“Can I just…” She cut me off, staring at me with her mouth open.

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?”

My heart went rapid-fire in my chest, and I felt my stomach get tingly. I licked my lips and nodded, and she smiled her perfect, soft, pink, heart-lipped smile before putting her hands on my neck and leaning down to kiss me. I melted into her hold, placing my hands on her waist and inching closer, onto the tips of my toes to meet her lips.

She pulled back, wiped a tear from her cheek, took my hands in hers, then smiled at me. “Maybe one day…”

I nodded. “We’ll see each other again.”

She squeezed my hands. “It was nice meeting you, Olive.”

I grinned. “Yeah. You too, Taylor.”

“Stay safe.” She let our hands fall apart as I took a step back.

I nodded again. “I will be.” I sniffled, ignoring the tears falling down my cheeks. “I’ll see you around, Ty.”

I turned on my heel and let the tears stream down my face, trying so hard to keep my breathing in check. I focused on Dean and Sam sitting in Baby. Dean looked my way, then away, and right back. He pushed out of the car and met me in front of the passenger side.

“Hey sweetie.” He brushed my hair behind my ear, face full of concern.

I let out a breath before taking another one in, body shuddering. I closed my eyes and let out a small whimper.

“Hey. Come on.”

“Bug…” Sam opened the door.

I blinked, looking up at them.

“There’s my girl.” Dean cooed.

“Is she upset?” Sam asked me, reaching out for my hand.

I shrugged as I took it. “Who wouldn’t be?”

Dean grabbed me by the cheeks and turned me to face him. I started to cry again, feeling like I was about to get yelled at.

“Listen, pumpkin. If you ever want to stay anywhere, for any reason. All you have to do is say the word.” He put a hand on my cheek and studied my face as I cried harder.

I had forgotten that this was Dean, not Dad.

“Cookie, it’s gonna be okay.” Sam’s hand landed on my back, rubbing small circles.

I sniffed and hugged Dean again, crashing into him with my arms around his middle. We were in the middle of the parking lot, and other kids were definitely watching me sob.

“Ollie, I’m serious. I would put the world on hold for you if it meant you were happy. Do you understand me?”

I nodded, feeling tears well up again.

“You are my baby.” He bent down to catch my eye. “I would do anything for you.”

I looked from him to Sam, seeing pain and pity and sadness on both of their baby-faces. I shook my head.

“I couldn’t do that to her. This stuff follows us around. I couldn’t put her in that position.” I sighed, then broke into a smile. “Besides, I’ve got absolutely everything I need right here.”

Dean smiled, brushing my hair behind my ears as he cupped my cheeks. “So… girls, am I right?”

I broke into a giggle as he smiled wider, pulling me into a hug.

“We love you, baby girl. Wouldn’t trade you for the world.”

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[iamsoneurotic]

Enter, Levi: The Final Chapter Part II

8 Months later is better than never I guess.

I had intended to write a second post about Levi’s birth (as I did with both Milo and Noli), but as it turns out, free time isn’t really a thing when you have 3 kids. Go figure. Anyway, where did I leave off… The boy was born.

The C-section left Rachael bedridden for the duration of our stay at the hospital, which is pretty typical. From what I’ve been told, it’s not so bad - the doctors load you up with pain meds and you’re out the door in a couple of days, ready to take on the world with a baby in one hand and a bottle full of pills in the other. Well, due to an allergy to Ibuprofen, Rach was denied the good drugs and had to settle for a less effective Tylenol substitute which may have been less effective than somebody flicking her in the ear to distract her from the pain in her healing wound. To make matters even worse, she was fighting a horrible cough and every hack of the lung made her feel like she was being gutted like a fish.

As sort of an icing on the crap cake, her IV slipped out of her vein at some point during the first night and caused her arm to swell and rash. Her stay was divine to say the least.

Speaking of crap cakes, guess who was on diaper duty by default! Well that’s nothing new, I’m usually on diaper duty just because my lovely wife secretly loathes me (we have a dog now, by the way. Guess who gets the honor of cleaning up his little backyard nuggets). This particular series of diaper changes, however, stands out more than the others because Levi pooped a mountain’s worth over the next few weeks. Not exaggerating. He went through every phase on the newborn poo color wheel in a matter of hours. Something was clearly afoot, I’ve been around this whole breastfeeding business for a while now and I know for a fact he was exporting more than he was taking in. Pretty sure milk doesn’t have corn in it either.

There’s a video of his first changing… I can’t even post it. It’s just that awful. I don’t even know why we would have filmed something like that in the first place.

One last poo item to discuss - there was one nurse who was a complete POS. Her shift consisted of coldly telling Rachael to suck it up and walk so they could discharge us and berating her about everything she did ranging from how she breastfed Levi to, I don’t know, the way she wore her hair that day. She was a real piece of work. Not sure if there’s a polite way to wish Ebola on somebody, but I’m all ears.

There was a bright side to Rachael being confined to her bed, it meant I got more time to hold Levi. Given the stress of his birth, I had no desire to ever put him down - thank goodness he only weighed a little over 6lbs, our lightest one yet!

I noticed while holding him that he bore a striking resemblance to Don Rickles.

Leading up to the birth, I had “joked” that I was looking forward to the time away from the kids while we stayed at the hospital. I was wrong, I missed my babies. Before we had left, Noli was really upset that we were leaving him - that image of him sitting on the steps broken hearted was burned into my brain the whole visit. Milo didn’t seem to care much, he gets away with more when daddy’s not home (Noli was yet to figure this out). So after 2 days of not showering, Rachael approved of my release so I could go home, see the boys, scrub the thin layer of Italian grease off of my flesh, and let her mom see the baby for a while.

It was a nice little visit. The boys and I wrestled, built Legos, and I showed them pictures of the baby. Noli was needier than usual and didn’t like that I had to leave again to go back to the hospital, luckily my mom stopped by to take the boys to her place so I could catch a break for a few… For the record, however, I didn’t take a break for fear that Rachael would sense my relaxation and unleash the hordes of hell upon me.

Advice for any new dads out there: NEVER enjoy yourself while your wife is in pain or holding a child. Don’t close your eyes, don’t smile, don’t sit comfortably in a chair, and if you absolutely HAVE to eat, make sure the food gives you indigestion… But not diarrhea, because woman have figured out that bathrooms are a man’s place of peace. There can be no peace.

…

I’m literally not kidding.

Long story short - she thought I was gone too long and as penance, I bought her Pei Wei and she reluctantly showed mercy.

I screwed a number of things up with this birth. First was posting Levi’s picture to Facebook before Rachael had even seen him, second was having the audacity to take a shower at our house, and the third thing happened after being discharged from the hospital. When we got home, I rushed the baby into the house so he wouldn’t get cold. Inside the house my parents were waiting with cameras to film the boys’ reaction to the new addition. Well, in my haste, I failed to wait for Rachael (who was hobbling up the sidewalk in excruciating c-section pain) - depriving her of the opportunity to see the boys’ reaction live. I’m currently serving a life sentence in the doghouse for my foolish ways.

All screw-ups aside, the evening went well. Noli, who we were most nervous about adjusting to a newborn, held the baby in his lap (with heavy amounts of assistance). It was a giant relief. Milo loved the kid at first sight, 8 months later he’s still in love with the little guy… I’m a proud dad. My parents went home, Rach attempted sleep, and late that evening I wrote  “Enter, Levi: The Final Chapter Part I”. A masterpiece in biographical storytelling.

For the next few days Rachael was stuck sleeping on the couch until her incision healed more; getting out of bed was too painful. So we spent our evenings watching the Winter Olympics while Levi slept on our chests. In the mornings my mother-in-law would treat us to fresh grapefruit & oatmeal breakfasts and I would grab us Starbucks on the way back from dropping the boys off at school. It was a really nice couple of days… I even finally buckled down and got my Texas Driver’s License! Only took me 3 years to make the effort.

We nicknamed Levi “Popeye” because he would always wink his one eye and make scrunchy faces. In retrospect, I should have thought to tape a little pipe to his pacifier. Dangit! During this time, I discovered that the sound of a crying baby isn’t as horrific sounding as it had been in the past. Milo’s cries would send me into a panic, and Noli’s would just irritate me… I find Levi’s cries on the adorable end of the spectrum. It’s probably because this will be our last kid (assuming all goes according to plan). I’m taking in the infancy more, trying to make it last and enjoy every moment. Sure, I still get frustrated - that’s what babies do to you, but I’m enjoying the ride more… I know I’ll miss it. I still wish I could pull baby Milo out of the photos on my phone and hold him.

If I’m not writing a ton about Levi in this post, it’s because the kid was just so darn chill as a newborn. He didn’t give me much more material than “Awww, how cute”... And he was definitely cute (still is - all my babies are).

While both boys were great with Levi, Noli had gotten increasingly needy. I’m not going to lie, it was downright infuriating sometimes to deal with it. I took him out one day to give him some one on one time, the plan was to buy him a ‘gift from Levi’. I told him Levi gave me money to buy him a toy (kids are so gullible!)... I should have specified how much money Levi actually gave me because $60 later we had a brand new Lego Spiderman play set which took me an hour to build and only 10 seconds for Noli to destroy. 10 glorious seconds of him leaving me alone.

The nightmare was only beginning.

Rachael’s mom had stuck around for a few weeks to help out around the house while we got acclimated to all the changes. The hope was that anything that could have gone wrong would have gone wrong while she was here and we’d have the extra hands… But Murphy’s Law is real, kids. Thanks to the joys of school, Noli came down with the flu a day or two before my mother-in-law was leaving. Just the thing you want around a newborn! And there would be no extra hands. Before we even got home from the hospital, Rach began packing her bags to stay with my folks until our house was no longer contaminated with disgusting little boy germs (Milo was beginning to run a fever as well).

Rachael and Levi staying with my parents didn’t ease my worries, however. The boys are constantly sticking their grubby little fingers all over my face (why their fingers are always moist I’ll never understand). The fingers occasionally go in my mouth because kids are weird and have no boundaries. That mouth is incapable of not being on baby Levi’s face… Because those cheeks. All I could think was that I had given my newborn baby boy the flu and it was an awful feeling. I had shown no signs of having the flu, but it takes a few days before symptoms even start, so everything was up in the air… Just like the flu running rampant in my house. It was a waiting game and I hate waiting.

So it was me, the boys and my mother-in-law, and I only had her help for about two days before she had to go back home. Thank God for moms is all I have to say. She made sure we all took everything we needed, when we needed to take it, and I’m pretty sure she kept me flu-free, because (spoiler) I never caught it and luckily neither did Rach or Levi.

Those few days, however, were difficult for an entirely non-flu-related reason… Needy Noli. By this point he had already been driving me nuts with the constant need for attention, but the flu just made it worse. Today I was looking through the texts Rachael and I were sending each other and every other message was me going out of my mind while Noli stalked me around the house. It was like one of those dreams where you’re being chased by some unknown entity and it always finds you no matter where you hide. You’d think the flu would have destroyed his sense of smell, but somehow it was heightened. There was no escape.

All he wanted was to play legos… Legos which by now were CRAWLING with flu germs. Every click those blocks made when I connected them was like the empty click of a revolver in a deadly game of Russian Roulette. Sitting in that pool of Legos (we have a LOT of Legos) was like swimming in a pool of flu-juice. I swear some of them were wet.

Then my mother-in-law flew home… and it was just me and the flu-zombies.

Thank goodness for my Dad. He took one for the team and later that evening risked his good health to save me from the inevitable misery that awaited me with those kids. The man is fearless. My memory of that week is a little hazy, but I’m 80% sure he arrived via horse. When he got to the house, he told me to get out and enjoy myself for a few while he spent time with the little petri dishes. Even Noli let me leave the house! So I grabbed my iPad and booked it to Starbucks where I spent the next 2 hours sipping Lattes, drawing, and watching videos of Levi that Rach would send me.

The week was no doubt hard - dodging sneezes, dealing with neediness and the usual parenting frustrations… But the hardest part was being away from Levi. I spent 9 months waiting for the little stinker and barely got to know him before he left me for a week. There was a constant stream of videos and photos coming from Rach, but it only made it harder. There was one evening when Rach stopped by with some food and I snuck out to see her. She had Levi in the van and I had to just stare at him from the window (as I was still unsure if I was sick or not). It was torture.

Rach on the other hand was living the good life at Hotel De’Marianelli with my mom. Pampering, baby assistance, hot meals… and a Boxer who quickly became a therapy dog. When Rach arrived at the house that first night, she was a nervous wreck. She started crying when she came in the door and Roxy (the Boxer) ran up to her, put her head on Rachael’s chest and just stared at her. She’d lick the baby’s feet constantly and anytime Levi woke up from a nap crying, Roxy would book it into the room to check on him.

Dogs are the best. Not to speak ill of the dead, but our cat would have just pee’d on the crib.

Fast forwarding ahead, the boys started feeling better, I never got sick, and seeing as my dad’s work was finished, he went back home… I seem to remember him riding off on a chariot of fire. The details are hazy.

One last thing remained… The disinfecting of the Legos.

20% of them ended up down the drain. I hope they never return.

Finally my baby came home. I refused to let him go that night… Or the next night. If I could lactate, Rach would have never gotten him back.

I make good babies. ~ M.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #165

“if you’re in danger, i’m here to save ya.”

Do you own a water gun? No. What item most embarrasses you to purchase? I wouldn't really know, I haven't bought much for myself... but I suppose probably some kind of sex toy. Favorite thing you’ve ever painted? Two meerkats grooming. It's on a huge thing of burlap. Are there any songs that remind you of your mother? "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica, because she aaaalways says she wants the lyrics "my body lies, but still I roam" on her urn. I'm making goddamn sure that happens when she passes. Have you ever picked wild flowers? Yes. Have you ever walked through a forest? Yeah. Have you ever seen a mountain in person? Yes. Do you prefer jam or butter on your biscuits? Jam. Have you ever explored somewhere abandoned? Yes, but I wanna do it morrreee! Take my camera with me! This is exactly why I'm getting into exploration channels on YouTube, finding shit like this. I'm addicted to Sam & Colby because of this. Where is the last place you went to as a tourist? Chicago. What country do you most want to travel to? Germany. Do you have a garden? No. Have you ever kept a physical, hand-written journal? Yeah. Have you ever caught a butterfly in your hands? I know I've picked up injured ones as a kid, dunno about otherwise. Are there any interesting landmarks where you live? Not that I can think of. Which fairytale is your favorite? I'mma throw hands if you say Shrek isn't one. Which mythological deity or creature is your favorite? Dragons. Which type of muffin is your favorite? Chocolate chip. What is your favorite shade of blue? Pastel. Do you prefer iced tea or hot tea? Iced coffee or hot coffee? Hate both. Do you like sprinkles on your ice cream? Nooo, not a fan. Honestly, have you ever crashed a party before? No. Do you know how to do the moon walk? No. What is one of your favorite comedy movies? White Chicks. Has anybody ever told you that you have a good singing voice? Yeah. Onion rings or french fries? The latter. I am /picky/ with onion rings, but usually don't like them. Has anybody ever told you that you talk too fast? I've been told so when I'm hyper. Who is the best cook that you know? I don't know. I guess Jason was? His initial career path was chef, and he was in fact great at it. What’s the largest amount that you can juggle at one time? I can't juggle. What was your favorite thing to go on at the playground as a kid? Swing. Do you know how much you weighed at birth? How much? 7-something pounds? When you do a puzzle do you find all the edges first? Do some people not??? (If you sleep with the tv on) what’s usually on tv when you wake up? N/A Who was the last person to ask you to hang out? Did you agree to hang out with them? Colleen, and no. Have you ever had to take a stool or urine test? Why did you have to do this? I've had way too many UTIs because I used to drink literally zero water, so. Before my surgery, they needed a sample too to ensure I wasn't pregnant. Is there a food that you eat basically every day? What food is that? No. Do you have Oovoo? No. Do you know anyone who has ever been in a movie? Who and what movie were they in? What was their part? No. Do you know anyone who has had salmonella? Did you ever have it yourself? What about e coli? No. When was the last time you brought a pet to the vet? What was wrong with it? Last winter when we had to put Cali down. A tumor on her spleen ruptured and filled her body with so much blood that she almost couldn't breathe as her lungs were running out of room to expand. She also had some kind of mass on her liver that was probably causing more issues. Name something that you used to do with your family that you no longer do with them or at all: Trick-or-treating. Who was the last member of your extended family to visit? Where were they visiting from? Grammy and her husband. They were heading back down to Florida. Have you bought any new clothes in the past week? Nope. At what age do you think you’ll be ready to have children? Never. If I wanted kids, mid-20s/late-20s, probably. How many children would you like? Once more, if, two, or even just one. I'd really want my child to have a sibling at least somewhat near in age, but I don't know if I could handle two. Is there anyone in your friendship group that your parents don’t like? Not anymore. Have your grandparents ever asked you about your love/sex life? No. Have you ever been diagnosed with anything unexpected, mental or physical illness? How did you finally find out? Hm... I think everything I've had was at least somewhat expected. Like, I knew something was wrong. The most surprising though was I suppose inactive MRSA after my surgery and the incision re-opened to heal on its own for seven damn months. ACTUALLY, vertigo was random as hell. I started experiencing it and went to the doc. Where do you like to sit when you’re on the computer? In bed. What is the biggest decision you’ve made in the past year? Return back to school. Would you rather hike through the desert, the prairies, the forest, or the tundra? The prairies. If you could reconnect with someone from your past, who would it be and why? Megan. We were absolute best friends, and hopefully she's grown up by now. What movie/show "emotionally scarred" you as a kid? Courage The Cowardly Dog. Watched it anyway lmao. What’s your favorite flavor of jello? Strawberry, probably. Have you ever been thrown out of the movies? No. What would you do if you found out you were moving to Tennessee? I wouldn't complain, Tennessee is beautiful. My brother lives there anyway, and I haven't seen him in years. What does your favorite hair tie/accessory look like? I don't wear any. Do you have a favorite kind of milk? 2%, whole, etc? 2%, maybe. Do you have a favorite drummer? No. Are there any symbols that have personal meaning to you? i.e: dice, a necklace, etc. What are they? Not off the top of my head. What’s the biggest spider you’ve come across? Writing spiders. Have you ever been bitten by anything venomous? No. Do you know anyone who has been knighted? No. Which Mario game would you say is your favorite? That is, if you even like Mario? I've only really played Mario Kart. The others don't interest me. Do you have a deviantART account? Yes. Have you ever had acne? If not, you’re so lucky. I did through puberty, of course. Mine was rough then. It stopped when I was about 19. Now I just have the occasional blemish or two when I'm on my period. Ever walked into a facility of the opposite gender - like restrooms? I did once in elementary school on a work day (teachers come to get shit done; Mom was an assistant teacher) with my friends lol. Ever lost your car in the parking lot? If so, did you use your car alarm to find it again? Don't have my own car. I don't even know if Mom's ever had a car with an alarm. Has there ever been a Christmas where you had to do without gifts-wise? No. Do you type with capital letters and proper punctuation? So this is super weird: It's actually whatever I find aesthetically pleasing wherever it's being written, as well as what "voice" sounds more appropriate??? But I usually write properly. Honestly, do you think that you’re going to be an overprotective parent? Hypothetically once again, I know I would be. The world's evil. What was the last kind of chips you ate? Hot fries. What is one thing that you really wish you could understand, but don’t? Economics so I could actually know how the fuck to handle money. What brings out the worst in you? Treating me like a child that knows nothing. How many friends do you have that don’t smoke? Idk. There's only one friend I see even rarely, and he doesn't though. Doesn’t it drive you nuts when people think they ‘need’ to have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Yes. You need to learn that you're not an unfinished puzzle. You're complete on your own. Some people were really destructive as a child, were you? No. On average, how many songs do you listen to in a day? This greatly varies. Do you ever buy your pet(s) birthday or Christmas presents? Always. Do you think your current relationship will last forever? No exaggeration, no over-optimistic thinking, yes. One thing you promised yourself you’d never do and then did? Attempt suicide. Are you more scared of going to the doctors or dentists? Doctors. Have you ever rolled off your bed in your sleep? No. Who is the most overrated singer? Uhhh. I dunno. Maybe Ed Sheeran. What is your greatest weakness? I guess how insecure I am. Do you have any pets that you had since you were born? No. Favorite undersea creature? Seahorses. Favorite type of chocolate? Milk. What toys did you play with as a child? Plastic animals, Pokemon figures, Barbies or Bratz if Nicole wanted to, stuffed animals... What types of music do you listen to? Loads of different kinds of metal. I'm finding I'm really getting into indie as well. What, without fail, makes you cry? Mark crying for any reason be it sadness or joy I am pathetic. What makes a movie really enjoyable for you? Well thought-out, interesting plots and charismatic characters. Name a game you are really good at. Shadow of the Colossus. The most childish part of your personality? I can occasionally be a bit of a brat if something I'm serious about doesn't go my way oops. What did you last put on a piece of toast? Butter, cinnamon, and sugar. Have you ever witnessed a serious physical fight? No. Do you enjoy corn on the cob? YES, though my lip ring makes it a pain. Have you ever bought alcohol or cigarettes for someone underage? No. If you use Snapchat, have you ever had a screenshot taken of you? N/A When in a waiting room, how do you pass the time? Mess around on my phone. Usually wander through Pinterest. What was the last brutally honest comment you made about someone? I'm not sure. What is your favorite thing to do with just one friend? Go out to eat and talk. Have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe? By who? Jason may have, but I don't remember. Are you prone to paranoia? YUP. Has anyone ever bought you a ring? Mom and Jason. Accidentally dropped the one Mom gave me down the drain semi-recently, then Jason's broke within a few weeks. Kept the jewel for a while but eventually threw it out. What was the most stressful project you had so far while in school? Jesus, when I was still in a game design class and we had to read the most fucking boring book and then do some analysis shit of it. Who in your family are you closest to? Mom. In your opinion, what is the scariest natural disaster? Earthquakes, maybe. Or tornadoes. What time of the day is the best for you? I'm usually in my best mood in the morning. Do you have an electric toothbrush? No. Have you ever had to board up your windows because of a hurricane? No. What do you think about employers checking on personal sites before hiring employees? Sometimes I actually think it's a good idea, other times no??? Like you can get important details of someone by looking at what they post, but at the same time, social media doesn't always portray someone that well. You can get the wrong idea. Have you ever visited anyone in a rehab? No. Ice in your drink: yes or no? No. Do you prefer getting money, gift cards, or an actual gift on your birthday? Money. When was the last time you got a new bed? Is your bed comfy? Long time ago, and I guess. What was the last job you applied for? Ummm I'm not sure. Oh, I think for newborn photography. Do you have any mild food allergies? No. Who was the last person you were with that smelled REALLY good? My younger sis. Last person to make you seriously mad? Colleen. How is your mom? Stressed, always. Do you like going through old photos and recalling memories? Depends on the picture. And time. What movie coming out are you most excited to see? Why? The live-action The Lion King because it's my favorite movie. What song really gets to your heart and inspires you? "Life Won't Wait" by Ozzy. Do you see a lot of stray animals around your home? No. Do you have fireflies around where you live, or do you wish you did? In the area, yes, but we don't really see them in my yard much. Did you used to do Easter egg hunts when you were a child? Yes. Have you ever bought anybody a mug? Omg, I found one that said, "Be nice, I'm in control of your happy pills" in this random store once and I HAD to get it for my psychiatrist. He's not supposed to accept presents, so we just pretended it was from mom lol. He has it on his desk. Do you believe in divorce? In cases such as abuse, infidelity, or other pretty serious issues, yes, but I usually don't advise divorce. Communicate like mature adults and fix what you got married for. Who taught you the most valuable lesson in life and what was that lesson? "Deal with the past or the past deals with you," maybe. My Holly Hill teacher taught me a million lessons that greatly affected my outlook on many components to a healthy life. Have you ever fallen into a hole or crevice whilst hiking? While getting to fishing spots with Dad, my foot may have slipped through rocks or something. Have you ever had a serious conversation with your dad? One that I remember. He took me out to lunch one day when I was still struggling with Jason to just talk to me about relationship stuff. I cherish that memory dearly. In YOUR eyes, which of the three is the most dangerous, and which is the least: Marijuana, Alcohol, Cigarettes? Alcohol, then I'm not sure. Marijuana has a lot of dangers people like to ignore, but then again, it has some health benefits while cigs have none. What is the nerdiest thing that you own? Probably the big Illidan poster I have beside my bed lul. What is the preppiest thing that you own? *shrug* If you are popular, have you ever wondered what it would be like to have no friends? What do you think it might be like? I already just about have none, and it's lonely as fuck. If you are a loner, have you ever wondered what it would be like to be popular? What do you think it might be like? No. I don't seek popularity, just not such a lack of company. Every tattoo has a story behind it; if you have any, what are the stories behind yours? My semicolon butterfly is tribute to both the butterfly and semicolon projects. "Ohana" is obvious. "How rare and beautiful it is to even exists" just speaks deeply to me as someone who wanted to die for years. "Perfectly flawed" also means a lot to me and comes from an Otep song of the same name. "You're awful... I love you!" written in Sara's handwriting I adore because we pretty much call each other evil all the damn time all the while loving each other. :') Who do you know that has a particularly funny or annoying laugh? HA ME I HATE IT. Is there anything you do that is annoying to your friends or family? Oh, I'm sure. I'm told all the time by people to make myself at home when I'm at someone else's house standing like a statue, for one. I do this sooo much, even a bit at my sister's house when it comes to wanting a drink or something. My pacing makes people anxious, I'm told constantly. Sure there's more. What is the most number of sodas that you have drank in one day? I. DON'T WANT. TO KNOW. Until two-three months ago, I lived mostly off soda, and I do NOT know how I didn't gain weight from it. Now I absolutely refuse to go past two, but usually only get one. The idea of drinking as much as I did almost makes me nauseous. Have you ever gone through a period of mass weight-gain/weight-loss? What was that time like for you? Well first Paxil made me gain weight, but I quit it and did WiiFit all summer and lost 40 pounds. I was so proud of myself. Then, I was put on Abilify when I had no need to be, and let's not say how much it made me gain because my then-doctor was a fucking idiot that thought I was doing something terribly wrong and kept me on it, not knowing the side effects. :^) My current psychiatrist was lost entirely as to why I'd been prescribed it, and he immediately connected my weight gain to it because it *murders* metabolism. Was taken off it immediately, boom, started to melt weight with no change to my diet for quite a while. I'm still far from my normal weight. I could write a novel on how this was/is for me, but I'll just say I'm bitter as fuck and ~so~ confident in my shit body. (: If you have one, do you and your significant other have a similar taste in music? Yes. Longest plane ride you’ve ever been on? I'm sure to Michigan, but I don't remember how long it was. I was a kid. Favorite kind of bean? I absolutely loathe beans. I can't even swallow them. If you had to move to another country, where would you move? Canada, realistically. I'd love to live in Germany, but that would be much different from where I am now and would require learning an entire new language. I like Canada anyway. Does it bother you when people call you ‘ma'am’ or 'sir?’ No, it's polite...? Did you partake in senior skip days? Yup. Would you ever consider having an abortion? If my life was endangered, yes, and if - God forbid - I was raped, I possibly would because of how scarring that would be. I've said before I think pregnancy would legitimately be traumatic to me, and if it was because of that, I couldn't even begin to imagine. Have you ever lived in an apartment before? I've told the Jason & co. story before. I also stayed with Colleen for at least a month when I was technically homeless, and she was in an apartment then. Have you ever been questioned by the police? No. Have you ever been to an amusement park out of state? Yeah. Have you ever been responsible for someone’s death? Yeesh, no. Do you know a lot about serial killers? No. Have the police ever been looking for you? HAHAHAHA YES. When I went to the beach one time, my sister, a friend, and I went walking along the shore one night and apparently Mom didn't hear us mention it. Freaked the fuck out and called them to find us. Sorry, Mom. Where do you get most of your accessories from? *shrugs* Maybe HotTopic? Do you know how to shoot a gun and hit a target? No. Are you a good listener? It's complicated. I try very hard to be, but even with people I seriously care about, my mind can wander. But I really try. What was the last bad thing to happen to you? Serious, continuous loneliness. The last good thing to happen to you? I guess finding out I don't have hypoglycemia. Do you think today’s youth is being corrupted/messed up because of TV? It depends on what they watch. Some things they of course shouldn't see, but people tend to take it too far. Have your parents supported every decision you’ve made? I'm sure they haven't. Do you like to listen to rock music/screamo music when you’re angry/upset? Lol did you really just group rock and screamo up???? I'm pretty much always listening to metal or rock. I don't like purely screamo. Are you embarrassed to tell your parents you love them around your friends? Not at all. It bothers me immensely when it does bother people. What’s your favorite sappy/romantic song? Shit, I dunno. I'm a sucker for a lot. Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? Not legally, to my knowledge. Which one of your senses would you be the most devastated to lose? Sight. Hearing almost ties it. Have you ever dated someone who posted a ton of selfies on social media? No, but why does that matter??? Do you know anyone who has been on life support, and survived? I don't think so. Do your parents have a strong relationship together? They're divorced. Mom fucking hates Dad, while he's totally over it. When was the last time you attended a religious service of any sort? Well over a year ago. Do you ever feel like you're sharing too much about yourself online? Eh, nah. Are you on good or bad terms with your most recent ex? Good. What was the last necklace you wore? A spiked choker. Have you ever read any of Charles Darwin's works? No. If there was such a thing as a mental health first aid kit, what would you want to be in it? Oh boy. I'd say it'd be personal to each person. Do you think there are more dimensions than what we're able to perceive? Maybe. What was the last carbonated drink you had? I think Mtn. Dew. Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? Yes, my half-sister. What light in your house was the last to have a bulb burn out? Living room. Have you ever been fired? If so, did you get unemployment benefits? No. Never really worked long enough to be. Do any of your neighbors have loud children? No. Have you ever been in an abandoned house? No, we were too scared to go past the doorway lol. What's your favorite YouTube channel? UM Markiplier????????????????????? Do you go to church? No. If so, what denomination is it?  N/A What is your favorite thing to make wishes on? Just birthday candles. Don't believe that does anything, but. C'mon, you gotta. What is your favorite phase of the moon? Full, duh!! What is your favorite way to get high, if applicable? N/A Which name do you like best: Cora, Flora, Dora, or Laura? Laura. If applicable, what is your favorite version of the Bible to read? N/A Are you contemplating/debating something right now? No. Have you ever had a book completely come unbound from its cover? Childhood books, probs. What design is on your shower curtain? Blue and white waves, I think?? I clearly pay attention to something I see every day. What’s the highest you can count in a different language? To like a million in German. Where would you like to be buried? Cremate me, please. Have you ever seen a ghost orb picture? Quiiite a lot in our old house. Do you think abortion should be illegal? No. Do you know how to double-dutch? I did as a kid. I couldn't jump into it, though.

#survey #quiz #questions #random

[suckitsurveys]

When you get an account for something, what’s the first username you try? Depends on the account. Like for social media my go-to is some variant of “suck it, nerds” but for like adult grown up things I usually just use my full name. What do you think might be someone else’s first impression of you? Ask them? Is texting having a negative or a positive effect for social relationships? Whatever.

Would you be okay with a friend wanting to date one of your exes? Their funeral. Have you ever been addicted to something other than a drug? Food. Have you ever been addicted to a drug? No.

Do you like macadamia nut cookies? I do! What kind of accent do people typically have where you’re from? A Chicago one? Bruno Mars- fail or win? Eh.  Can you sleep without a fan on? It definitely helps to have one on. Even in winter. I just don’t point it at me. Does history interest you at all? Yeah. What’s something you wish you could do-over? Eh. How many times a day do you apply deodorant? Once or twice. Have you ever tried any drugs? Just weed. What caused the most intense physical pain you’ve ever felt? After any of my surgeries. Do you like those Sperry Top-Sider shoes? I have no idea what those are. Can you wear shoes like that without getting blisters on your ankles? ^ Would you agree that dark chocolate tastes like rotten chocolate? YES. Do you touch your lips when you’re nervous? Not with my fingers, but I bite them sometimes. Do you think you can read other people’s body language well? I think I usually can pick up on that stuff. Are you a good driver? Yes just don’t ask my husband. Did you pass your driver’s test the first time you took it? Yes. Would you rather be involved in a watergun or a paintball gun war? Water. Is your hair in layers or is it all the same length? It’s kinda layered. Is there anyone who you’re afraid to be in a car with, if they’re driving? My brother in law What’s a quick fix for a bad hair day? A messy bun. Do you enjoy flying or do you get scared? I’ve only done it twice and I didn’t mind it. I’m flying to Utah in a couple weeks and I’m a little nervous because I’ll be flying for more than 3 hours Be honest. Do you like making other people feel jealous? Sometimes it’s slightly satisfying especially when it knocks someone off their high horse. Have you ever purposely made someone of the opposite sex jealous? Sure. Are you addicted to shopping? No. Do you always wear mascara and eyeliner? Nope. Do you have any huge hoodies lined with snuggly fur on the inside? Ughhh that sounds heavenly. I used to have this green one like that and it was so nice. Is there anything you do, kind of habitually, that’s completely mindless but helps you think? I still stick out my tongue a little when I’m trying to concentrate haha. Do you like headphones or ear-buds more? Headphones. I swear my ear holes are shaped differently because buds never stay in my ears. What’s your favorite winter sport? Hockey, of course. What’s something you’re very good at? Eating. Where do you spend the majority of your summer? Ideally at the beach or swimming somewhere but alas, I spend most of it at work. Who do you usually spend the most of your summer with? My husband or my sister and nieces. How old were you and where did you go on your first real date? 19ish. Probably out to eat somewhere. Have you ever had a bonfire on the beach at night? Yes! Do you like sour gummy worms? I do. Have you ever helped a complete stranger with anything? Yes. Would you pick up a hitchhiker if they seemed harmless? No. When playing a sport, are you more focused on winning or having fun? Fun, if I ever do play a sport. Who’s the last person who gave you a piggy back ride? Probably my dad or my sister when I was a kid. Who’s the last person that you gave a piggy back ride? My niece. Rock, paper, or scissors? Paper. Would you be bothered if your boyfriend liked to bite you? Uh. Sexually, not really, as long as it wasn’t super hard. But like, in general? Nah. Are you any good at dancing? No. Even if you aren’t, do you like to dance? Yes. What makes you feel the most ‘alive’? Being outside. Who’s conversations do you appreciate the most? Ones with my friends and my husband. And with my 6 year old niece. She’s becoming so smart and clever and I love hearing what she has to say. Is there anyone’s advice you value enough to take against your own judgment? Only my mom’s, but she’s no longer with us. How often do you get the opportunity to be completely alone? Honestly very rarely. But even when I’m around people all day and want nothing more than just not deal with people, when I get home, I don’t think of being with my husband as “dealing with people.” He balances me and makes me feel happy and safe and calm. So even if I am not “alone,” I still feel I’m getting time to myself. Which probably doesn’t make any sense but it does to me. Do you like being alone or does it drive you crazy? I like not having to deal with people haha. Do you have a trampoline? No. Do you get nervous when driving in convertibles, knowing that if you flipped, you’d be screwed? I do now thanks. What’s your favorite Pixar movie? Toy Story. Are you capable of successfully lying to someone you love? I don’t lie as much as I’ll downplay or over-exaggerate something. Who do you adore? My nieces.

#surveys

[freeyourheartandsoul]

Jealousy.

Prompt: Hi i was wondering if you could do a jealous stiles imagine? If not its okay! Thank you 😊 – anon

Author’s Note: Hi! So sorry this took longer than expected to get to you! Hope you enjoy what I came up with! 

Thanks for the request and for reading!

Master List.

Jealousy.

“All I’m saying is that maybe you should give this new guy a chance.” (Y/N) advised as she and Stiles walked down the steps of the school toward the parking lot to his Jeep.

“And all I’m saying is that I’ve got a bad feeling about the guy.” Stiles responded, grabbing the straps of his backpack over his shoulders.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes a little, “you talked to him for like two minutes last night, Stiles. After he pretty much saved Scott from whatever the hell that thing was, might I add.” He didn’t respond back because he knew that she was right. “Scott doesn’t seem to have a problem with him. Why do you?”

He shook his head, “don’t you ever just get a bad feeling about someone and you just know in your gut that you shouldn’t trust them?”

They approached his Jeep and she went to the passenger side as he climbed behind the wheel. “Yeah, I did when we first met when you nearly ran me over with this old thing, but look where we are now? The best of friends.” She answered with a grin.

“First of all, shhh.. Roscoe can hear you. He’s sensitive about his age, alright? Next thing you know, we’ll be breaking down on the side of the road.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes with a small laugh. “Second of all, that wasn’t my fault.”

(Y/N)’s mouth dropped as she looked at him with wide eyes, “you were digging around in the back seat and weren’t even watching where you were going! If it’s not your fault, then whose is it?”

“Well, I don’t exactly remember you looking both ways before crossing the street, missy.” He responded sassily as the Jeep roared to life.

She rolled her eyes at him as he put it in drive and began to pull out of the spot. “Stiles, stop!”

Stiles slammed on the breaks, looked at her and then to where she was looking and groaned. “You have got to be kidding me.” There, right in front of them, was Theo Raeken, the guy that (Y/N) and Scott were pushing him to trust.

“You nearly ran him over!” She rolled down the window and stuck her head out, “are you okay?” She asked with honest concern laced in her voice. Stiles just stayed where he was with a scowl on his face.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m good. Sorry, Stiles! That was probably my fault. Should never text and walk in a parking lot.” He said with a chuckle as he held up his phone.

(Y/N) shook her head, “it’s just as much Stiles’ fault. He has a habit of not looking where he’s going.” She said deviously and tossed her best friend a grin before looking back at Theo. “Wait, are you new here?”

Theo offered a shy smile with a nod as he walked up to the passenger window, “sort of, I guess. I lived here when I was younger, but then had to move. I’m Theo.” He said as he held out his hand for (Y/N) to shake.

(Y/N) smiled a little back, “ahh… I’ve heard about you.” She shook his hand, “I’m (Y/N).”

“All good things, I hope.” Theo chuckled a little.

She giggled, “to be honest, I haven’t heard that much about you.” They both laughed together. Stiles looked back and forth between the both of them, inwardly cringing at what was happening right before his own eyes in his Jeep of all places.

“Well, I’ll let you two get going. I’ll see you around.” Theo said as he backed away from the Jeep while flashing his megawatt smile and waving at them. (Y/N) waved back with a matching smile before leaning back in her seat.

“That’s Theo? Now I can see why you kind of feel threatened. I mean, he’s really good looking. He’s got that whole charmer thing going for him. He’s super nice. And did I mention he’s really good looking?” (Y/N) rambled as she watched Theo walk away. She looked back at Stiles who had the grumpiest look on his face. “What?”

“What? What do you mean ‘what’? What the hell was that?” Stiles exaggerated as he gestured his hand between her and where Theo was once standing outside the passenger door.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and got comfortable in her seat, “it’s called being nice. You should try it sometime.”

Stiles got adjusted in his seat with a huff before putting the Jeep back in drive and pulling out of the spot, double checking the area around him before doing so this time. He could just feel that something bad was about to happen, and if it was Theo and (Y/N) getting together, he would go nuts.

***

A week later (Y/N) and Theo only seemed to get closer. They talked all the time between classes, before and after school, and even during lunch. Stiles hated it. He would sit and watch from afar with an annoyed scowl on his face as she giggled at him, stood or sat close to him, and flat out flirted with him. It made Stiles’ blood boil because he hated Theo, but at the same time, it was like she had just ripped his heart out and was repeatedly stomping on it.

The truth was that he’s been in love with the girl since he first laid eyes on her when he nearly ran her over two years ago. She stared at him with big blue doe eyes that shined against his headlights for what seemed like a lifetime as they both calmed down at what almost happened. He hopped out of the Jeep to check on her, and once it hit her, she quickly gave him a tongue lashing about how irresponsible of a driver he was. She even hit him in the arm and chest a few times. Weirdly enough, from that point on they practically became attached at the hip, and Stiles fell harder for her every day.

There was only one problem, (Y/N) had absolutely no idea how he felt about her, at least not to his knowledge. He hadn’t confessed his feelings for her for a few reasons. One, because he would undoubtedly make a complete fool of himself. Two, she’s never shown any signs whatsoever that she felt the same way. And three, he didn’t want to ruin the friendship that they had. Losing her was something he couldn’t bear to even think about.

Now, here she was, across the quad sitting a little too close to Theo as they whispered and giggled back and forth at each other while he sulked in his own misery.

“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel, dude?” Scott asked before munching on his apple.

Scott was the only one who knew about his feelings for (Y/N), and he was constantly urging Stiles to just take the plunge and go for it. “And risk humiliating myself and losing her for good? No thanks.”

“But you humiliate yourself on a daily basis.” Scott responded with a smirk.

“Ha. Ha. Really funny.” Stiles replied with a dry expression on his face before tossing a fry at Scott’s face.

“All I’m saying is that if you don’t make your move, someone else will.” Scott explained before gesturing towards (Y/N) and Theo.

Stiles sighed, knowing that Scott was right. The proof was right there in front of them. Theo was quickly worming his way into (Y/N)’s heart, and soon enough, if Stiles didn’t intervene, he would ask her out and Stiles’ chances would be destroyed. It was only a matter of time. Stiles just couldn’t bring himself to do it. As much as he loved (Y/N), he was more afraid of losing her.

Scott could sense Stiles’ anxiety-ridden chemo signals, and he looked at his best friend with sympathy. He knew that Stiles had been struggling with his feelings for (Y/N) for a while, and now that Theo was thrown into the mix, it only made it that much harder for him. He just wished Stiles would realize that (Y/N) wouldn’t hesitate to say yes. Scott knew that for a fact, but it wasn’t his secret to tell.

“I know this is super cheesy and cliché, but you miss all the chances you don’t take, Stiles. Don’t let (Y/N) be something that you miss out on.” Scott tried to encourage his friend before patting his shoulder, gathering his trash and walking away.

Stiles could only nod a little as he fought the urge to keep staring at (Y/N) and Theo.

***

When the final bell rang, signifying the end of the school day and the start of the weekend, Stiles headed to his Jeep with (Y/N) still on his mind. He still couldn’t decide whether or not to beat Theo to the punch and tell her how he felt. He was so apprehensive about it that he purposely avoided her so not to accidentally go off on her.

He had made it through the entire day without a run in… until now, that is. Of course as soon as he stepped through the double doors exiting the school, (Y/N) and Theo were chatting it up a few feet ahead of him. The sight only sent his irritation into overdrive. It took over any rational thinking to be civil.

Stiles blew past them with a huff and a slight shoulder shove against Theo, not even giving them so much as a glance. He hurried to his Jeep and hopped in, jabbing the key into the ignition to try to get it to roar to life as soon as possible. Just as his luck would have it, though, the old thing wouldn’t even turn over. All he was getting was a click.

“Dammit!” Stiles growled as he smacked his hand on the steering wheel.

To make matters worse, when he looked out the windshield, (Y/N) was doing a powerwalk right for him with a pissed off look on her face. He sighed in frustration again as he hit his head on the headrest of the driver seat. “Fan-friggin-tastic.” He mumbled with his eyes closed.

Next thing he knew, the passenger door flew open, (Y/N) hopped in and slammed the door. “What the hell was that about, Stiles?!”

Stiles could feel her boring holes into the side of his face, but he still didn’t say anything, or even move for that matter. He knew that if he opened his mouth, he’d say something he’d regret rather than the truth. Not only that, it would be word vomit. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from saying things he would never mean about her and their friendship… things she would never forgive him for.

“What? You’re not going to say anything? Not even apologize?” (Y/N) questioned, annoyance clear in her voice. “You know, Stiles, I don’t know what the hell has been going on with you lately, but you need to get over it. This whole issue that you have with Theo, you need to forget about it. Everyone else is cool with him but you. If you don’t, you’re going to end up pushing all of your friends away… including me.”

Stiles still didn’t budge or say a word, but she saw his jaw clench at the mention of Theo and at the thought of losing her. She sighed deeply before opening the Jeep door, climbing out, and slamming it shut again without saying a word.

When Stiles thought enough time had passed for her to be out of sight, he finally opened his eyes. He placed his hands on the steering wheel and gripped it until his knuckles turned white. “What the hell is wrong with you, man?” He mumbled to himself as her words echoed through his mind.

***

Stiles sat at his desk trying to concentrate on his English Lit paper, but it was to no avail as his thoughts couldn’t escape what (Y/N) said to him earlier. He knew he was being an ass, and he really had no right to be. It’s not like (Y/N) is his. She was free to do whatever she wanted and see whomever she wanted. He had no say in the matter. All he could do to possibly solve the problem was tell her how he felt. He just couldn’t seem to bring himself to do that, though, even though it was only making matters worse.

His door swinging open startled him out of his thoughts. Just as he turned his chair to see who it was, an angry (Y/N) stormed in. “I’ve had enough of this, Stiles! I’ve been sitting at home all day waiting on you to come over, or even text or call, to apologize for your absurd behavior today, but clearly I’m not going to get one!” She flailed her arms in frustration as she yelled at him before putting her hands on her hips. “Are you at least going to give me an explanation?”

Stiles stood, “(Y/N), I am sorry… I can explain…” he began as he rubbed the back of his neck, nerves getting the best of him.

(Y/N) waited on him to continue, but minutes passed and he never did. “What is going on with you? Since when can’t you talk to me?” She sighed a little, “more than that, since when do you dodge me all day in school and shove past people I’m talking to? It can’t be just because you hate him because you haven’t been acting this way with Scott or anyone else who hangs around him.”

He still couldn’t seem to form the right words as he paced a little and avoided eye contact with her. As (Y/N) thought about it more, she started to realize what had to be wrong with him. “Wait, are you… are you jealous of Theo, Stiles?” She questioned.

Stiles stopped in his tracks and looked at her as if he was ashamed of his jealousy. (Y/N)’s hands dropped from her hips and she shrugged her shoulders, “why?”

He scoffed and shook his head at her second question. This was his chance to finally tell her. The words were right on the tip of his tongue. “Because if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been pretty much in love with you since the day I accidentally almost ran you over with my Jeep!” he finally confessed, a little too loudly as his arms flailed a little.

(Y/N) stood there staring at him in shock for a moment. “Oh, God. Please say something. No, you know what? Just pretend I didn’t say that. There we go. I take it back. Just ignore me. I, uh… I’m gonna go.” He rambled before walking out of his room. She stood still in the same place, and a minute later he walked back in. “Actually, this is my room so…” He stared back at her, freaking out on the inside as he waited for her to say something.

“(Y/N)?” He questioned as he waved his hand in front of her eyes.

She finally snapped out of it and cleared her throat. “You… you’re in love with me?” She asked, her voice cracking slightly from the shock and nerves.

Stiles looked back at her and decided there was no going back now. “Maybe…” he answered as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“It’s a yes or no question, Stiles.”

He looked down for the slightest of seconds before staring back at her with the sincerest eyes, “completely.”

(Y/N)’s eyes didn’t leave his as she stepped toward him, “and you were jealous of Theo because you think I like him?”

Stiles sighed as his jaws clenched at the mention of Theo’s name. “As much as it bruises my ego to admit it, yes… insanely jealous.”

(Y/N) was mere inches from him now, and she now had to look up at him as he looked down at her. “Well, you’re wrong.” He looked at her confused, urging her to explain. “I don’t like Theo… at least not how you think I do.”

A wave of relief washed over Stiles as he felt a big weight lift off his shoulders. “You don’t?”

She shook her head and stepped closer. “But I do love someone…”

Stiles could feel his heartrate rising as he felt her breath fan against him. “Oh yeah? Who’s that?” He played along, trying to stay as cool as she was being.

An impish grin formed across (Y/N)’s lips. “You might know him. He’s about 5’10, has short brown hair,” she stood on her tippy toes a little as she reached her hand to the nape of his neck and started playing with his hair. “He has chocolate brown eyes that see right into my soul.” There was a smile in her blue eyes as she looked into his. “and he has a constellation of cute little moles and freckles across his face.” She explained before placing soft kisses along his jaw and cheek.

He pulled back to look at her with a mix of adoration and shock, “you love me?”

She grinned before mimicking his earlier answer, “maybe.”

A spark lit in his eyes, “it’s a yes or no question, (Y/N).”

(Y/N)’s smile spread further across her face before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his in a soft and sweet first kiss. She pulled away and they looked into each other’s eyes, “more than anything.”

Stiles couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face before pulling her even closer into his arms and kissing her again, this time with more power and want, the yearning he’d been feeling for the last few years finally being put to rest.

The End.

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