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38) things you said while holding my hand

“So, are you nervous?”

Yuuri blushes at the mere question, playing with the lapels of his blue costume with his free hand. He sees the concern written across Victor’s face—well-masked but present all the same. It makes sense, he supposes, for Victor to be concerned. After all, before almost every other performance he’s a wreck, desperately trying to tune out the both the world and his inner thoughts.

(But now?)

“No,” he answers, and he means it, somehow. He’s not nervous. It’s as though every fiber of his being is informing him that he should be, but his mind is denying the slight shaking to his knees and the constant need to lick his lips. “I’m not nervous.”

“Good,” Victor mumbles, and kisses his forehead. “Because I’ll be right behind you.” He squeezes Yuuri’s hand and Yuuri squeezes his back. Although he’s not nervous, he’s still not really ready to let go.

Cocking his head to the side, Yuuri adjusts Victor’s lapels. “The matching outfits were a good idea,” he says thoughtfully.

Cheering from outside.

“You should get out there,” Victor says, and kisses him again. “Blow them away, Yuuri.”

“I think they’ll be looking at you,” he admits, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. “The second you’re on the ice, the return of Victor Nikiforov…”

Victor laughs at that, shakes his head. “No. Trust me. Nobody will be looking at me. Not with you out there beside me.”

Yuuri isn’t sure what to say to that. But they’re ushering him out of the locker room, and his grip loosens, then his hand falls away. “See you in a bit,” Yuuri calls, and can’t hold back the smile that devours all of his features, that results in him being inexplicably happy.

“See you,” Victor returns, smiling.

Scars

This is the first one-shot for the DP short story collection I just posted about. Link for that here

This is kinda old, but I really enjoyed it. Enjoy!


It took Maddie Fenton almost a year to notice something odd about Danny.

That’s not to say she didn’t notice his odd behaviour, slipping grades, breaking curfews, and the laundry list of other problems he suddenly developed after the accident with the Ghost Portal. Maddie noticed, and tried to tell Danny that she was there when he wanted to talk.

However, a year on, she finally noticed something else: Danny rarely wore anything that could be considered revealing. No tank tops, no shorts, no t-shirts. Just long pants and long sleeves.

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The List

Since the portal accident when he was fourteen, he’d been keeping a record of all ghostly abilities that he exhibited as well as a short explanation of each power. At age fifteen, with everything that had happened and continued to happen, Danny was still just as confused about his ghost-half as he had been a year previously.

Maddie and Jack had offered to analyze his notes to determine whether or not his abilities were finite or if they would continue to grow along with him, which Danny had refused at first. When Danny discovered that he was continuing to add to his ever-growing and ever-changing list of powers, the boy consented to letting his parents look at his recordings. His only question was: “Am I finished getting new powers, or should I expect more?”

This was why both adults were slack-jawed in their lab, Danny and Jazz upstairs with their own business to attend to, staring at the expanse of paper before them. This was his latest, most recently revised list and it was more than impressive; organized by the amount of energy spent on each ability.


Accelerated Healing - The title underestimates the actual ability. Mortal wounds become not-so-mortal when in ghost form, unless the central-core energy is specifically targeted to be harmed or weakened. When in ghost form and with enough energy, anything but complete disintegration would bring me little (real) harm. In human form, I can tap into these healing abilities to a lesser extent of my ghost self. (Energy Drain - Instinctual)

Enhanced Sensation - All of my five senses are much more sensitive. (Energy Drain - Instinctual)

Ecto-Location (Ghost Sense) - When a ghost is nearby, a cold puff of air from my core is sent out (usually through my mouth). If I focus just slightly, I can also determine the ecto-signature of the particular ghost (provided they are familiar to me, i.e. Skulker, Box Ghost, etc.…) (Energy Drain - Instinctual)

Invisibility - Manipulating both myself and the light around me, I can make it so I am unable to be seen without special equipment. (Energy Drain - Instinctual)

Intangibility - I can become abstract in a way that means I cannot be touched by any human-world item not meant for catching and/or harming ghosts. Tied slightly to invisibility; often, when intangible, I revert to a more corporeal form that is difficult to see (not impossible, but difficult nonetheless). (Energy Drain - Instinctual)

Flight - Probably because of the composition of ectoplasm in comparison to the Earth’s atmosphere, I can fly without accessories. (Energy Drain - Instinctual)

Body Modification - Includes (but probably not limited to): formation of a ghostly tail when flying at high speeds, ethereal fog materializing between body parts to stretch them, also I can shift to a rubber-like constitution at will. (Energy Drain - Instinctual to Low)

Ghost Stinger - If I react quickly enough, I can turn other ghost’s ectoplasmic energy against them and re-direct the energy. Often this produces an electrified effect on the ‘already-used’ (meaning the energy wasn’t mine to begin with) ectoplasm. If I choose to, I can use energy from my own core to amplify this effect. (Energy Drain - Low)

Ecto-Blasts - I can release energy from my ghostly core outwards in varying degrees of power (up to my control when coming to how much I want to release). (Energy Drain - Low to Moderate)

Ectoplasmic Manipulation - Instead of unfocused ectoplasmic energy, I can dictate what the energy from my core does. Shields, ecto-weapons, and bindings (like chain or rope) are my most often used forms of ectoplasmic manipulation. (Energy Drain - Low to Moderate)

Cryokinesis - Same premise as Ecto-Blasts, provided I concentrate on cold energy rather than unfocused ectoplasm. (Energy Drain - Low to Moderate)

Telekinesis - By surrounding an object (or objects) with a light form of ectoplasm, I can move things around. Size and weight of the item are factors, but longer distances make it harder to move the object(s). (Energy Drain - Moderate)

Ice Fog - If I slowly release cold energy from my core and with it releasing minute amounts of raw ectoplasmic energy, I can create a dense icy fog that decreases visibility around a particular area. (Energy Drain - Moderate to High)

Beacon - Using energy from my core, I can create a beacon of white-green light (from my hands) that attracts ghosts in the near vicinity-friend or foe. The stronger the beacon, the greater area the light reaches (meaning more ghosts the beacon calls to). They seem to be entranced by the light enough so that they’re unaware of their surroundings until I stop the beacon. (Energy Drain - Moderate to High)

Duplication - While making sure not to split my central core, I can manipulate the ectoplasm inside of me to create an identical copy of myself. The more core energy I use, the easier the copy is to maintain, the more durable they are, and the closer they are to. Side note, memory transfer is still a pain. Currently able to maintain 2 low-stamina clones, 1 moderate-stamina clone. (Energy Drain - High)

Ghostly Wail - Using the raw energy from my central core, I can create a series of ectoplasmic sound-waves that do severe damage to those in range of the attack. Also slightly inflicts damage on those not in direct attack but who are close enough to me that the screams penetrate their ears. (Energy Drain - High to Critical)

Arctic Howl - Using more central core energy with focus on its element of ice, a much more devastating effect to the original Wail can be achieved by the waves manifesting into a blizzard. The above effects of the original Ghostly Wail remain in place with the addition of the deep-freeze extending the attack radius. (Energy Drain - Critical)


Jack was the first to speak up.

“Heh… Who knew he was holding out on us this whole time?” He chuckled with an odd sort of smile, still unable to process that his fifteen-year-old son possessed the power that he did. Maddie was still gobsmacked as she flipped through the pages of edits that her son had done.

How he was doing abysmally in English class with this obvious mastery of the language was beyond her, for one thing.
For another; after his list of powers, Danny had composed several theories and hypotheses that could put other doctors in the Paranormal sciences to shame. They were well thought out and carefully laid down with just enough proof threaded in with his theories that made them seem credible. The woman seated herself and blinked. Who knew? She’d always thought that it would be her daughter to follow in her footsteps, even when Jasmine had proclaimed her love for psychology. Jazz had been the one with the book-smarts and Danny had been the boy with his heart in anything he does. The way his notebook looked, however, told her that Danny wasn’t letting on nearly how intelligent he actually was; and it also told her that he had a knack for the thing that her and Jack had devoted their lives to. Rather than her eldest taking over the Fenton family tradition of ghost-hunting when they were gone, it seemed that her youngest was more than equipped with the knowledge to step up to the plate now.

For once in her life, Madeline Cassandra Fenton was truly stumped. She’d thought that she’d have an easy answer to her son’s question, but she was absolutely, 100% baffled just by what Danny was stating simply in his journal as if it were nothing. Jack was too, if his calculating expression told her anything. Despite his tactless way of approaching situations and his general lack of common sense, Jack Fenton was truly a genius and had a wonderfully creative mind; it was one of the many reasons that she’d fallen in love with him. He was deep in his ‘scientist-mode’, as he said it to be. Brows drawn together, the man nodded and looked to his wife.

“I think that he’s yet to apex, as far as these powers go. From the looks of things in here,” he referred to the generous edits made to the notebook-including the changing ‘energy-drain’ levels, “the longer he has these powers, the more control he has. Probably even the strongest attacks he has now will be nothing if we give it a couple years.” Jack grinned like a child in a candy shop. “Who knows, Mads, he might just be the most powerful ghost ever! And he’s only halfway there!” Maddie found herself smiling at her husband’s eagerness.
“Maybe, Jack, maybe…” She trailed off in favor of looking over the book again while Jack began rambling about he and Danny teaming up to be a dynamic duo of sorts.
Through all of the questions that his notebook had left her with, one thing was clear to Maddie when she finally left the lab that evening; she had really only just begun to learn the double-life her son had been leading for the past year and a half.

And she was more than ready to continue learning, as any good scientist would be.

Winning Hearts

After ‘volunteering’ to take his little sister to the Carnival, Alfred discovers it’s actually quite difficult to win at a game of Ring Toss. Especially when the man who runs the game is way too attractive for his own good. Usuk  Based on a prompt by @dailyau //

Alfred tightened his grip on his younger sister’s hand as the crowd jostled them around. It was the late summer, and the carnival had come to town, which prompted his mother to have him take his kid sister Madeline out for the day. One of the benefits of having a much older child was that that child could help care for the younger one, after all. Navigating through the group of strangers, Alfred wiped the sweat from his brow. Today was a bad day to wear his Marvel hoodie, but if he took it off he’d have to carry it, and he didn’t want to do that.

“You want some ice cream or somethin’, Maddie?” He asked once the crowd thinned, turning his head to look down at her. Madeline, who’d turned eight a month ago, shook her head as she looked up at her brother through big, round glasses.

“Not really…” She spoke in her always mellow voice. “You don’t have to hold my hand, Alfred,”  She added, giving her hand a slight tug to try and get it back.

“You bet I do, Maddie, Mom’ll kill me if I lose you.” Alfred chuckled, continuing to walk as they past a few stands. Some stand sold food, while others advertised games. “Well,” Alfred spoke again, checking out the stands. “If you’re not gonna get ice cream, we can spend the money on games instead. See anything you wanna win?”

Madeline bit her lip, taking her time in looking over the prizes in the booths. She then pointed, and Alfred followed her gaze to a large stuffed polar bear in a Ring Toss booth.

“Alrighty, Madds, let’s get over there and win ourselves a bear.” Alfred nodded, grinning as he approached the red and white striped booth. The man running the game had his back turned when the others approached, polishing a bottle in his hands. He looked up when Alfred gave a hearty ‘Hello!’ and set the bottle down before turning to them.

He was in a white shirt with a red vest, and black slacks. He had a black bow-tie around his neck, and a straw boater on the top of his head.  Alfred’s cheeks flushed pink as he realized this man was also very, very cute.

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Not Worth the Tears // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1064

Request-

Hey!! Can I request an imagine? Can you do a Jack Maynard imagine where he and the reader go to a YouTube party and Jack’s ex is there and makes the readers night hell. Jack is also drunk as this is happening and the reader feels like they wanna give up on the relationship due to the one night?? Thanks xx

A/N- for anyone who doesn’t know Maddie is Caspar’s gf.

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You had been at the Gleam party for a total of 5 minutes before everything went to hell. You were sat at a table with the boys and Maddie. Caspar, Conor and Josh headed straight for the dance floor; Jack, Mikey and Joe decided the bar was the better option.

So there you were, sitting with Maddie talking about future vacations when you saw her. You weren’t surprised seeing as she was a YouTuber. But you couldn’t help but feel lesser around her.

She was the one who dumped Jack, meaning it took him forever to get over her. Part of you still felt like he hadn’t fully gotten over her.

But you pushed those thoughts down. You knew Jack loved you, you two had just celebrated your one year.

You had manage to go a whole 3 minutes before she noticed you. You knew she hated you, who wouldn’t hate their ex’s new partner. But most people didn’t go out of their way to make their exes new partner’s night hell, sadly, she did.

“Y/n?” Maddie put a hand on yours, concern written across her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you broke eye contact with her and gave Maddie a smile.

“Don’t do that. Don’t lie to me,” she had shut her phone off, attention fully on you.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “She’s here.”

“Who?” she asked.

“Jack’s ex.” You were looking at the ground. “She hates me.”

“Oh,” she gave you a soft smile. “Well, she needs to get over the fact that Jack chose you. Let’s go show her who she’s messing with.” With that, she stood and held out a hand.

You smiled, grabbing her hand. She led you two to the dance floor. Maddie quickly found Caspar and you danced with Joe and Josh. But you really wanted to dance with your boyfriend.

You began to look for him. You weaved your way through the dancing people towards the bar. But then she stopped in front of you.

“Hey Y/n! It’s so good to see you!” she smiled and lightly touched your arm, you jerked back knowing it was fueled by hate.

“Hi.” You said quietly, trying to get around her.

“Who ya looking for?” she asked, turning her head. “Cuz if you’re looking for Jack, I saw him a  few minutes ago… when he kissed me.” And with that she sauntered away like nothing happened.

You stomped over to your boyfriend and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey babyyyy.” He slurred, obviously drunk.

“Really?” you asked, taking the beer from his hand.

“Hey! That’s mine!” he reached for it but you handed it to Mikey, who quickly chugged it.

“You kissed her?” hurt evident in your voice, you wanted nothing more than to slap him right now.

“What?” he gave you a confused look? “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Now you’re lying?” you scoffed. “Tell me why or I’m leaving. Without you.”

He put his hands up defensively, “Seriously calm down. You’re kind of being a bitch right now. Stop accusing me of shit I didn’t do.”

“Wow. I guess that’s how you truly feel. Goodbye Jack.” You turned around and left. You wanted so badly to go back and kiss him, but he clearly didn’t want to be with you. You sent a text to Josh saying you were going to spend the night at his house, and ordered an Uber.

Maybe Jack Maynard wasn’t worth your tears.

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It had been 2 days since you and Jack had fought. You made Josh promise to not tell Jack you were staying with him. He had nonstop texted, called, snapchatted you.

But you two needed a break, to think about what this relationship was really about.

Did he truly love you? Did you truly love him?

Yes. A thousand times yes. You loved him more than words could explain. But you weren’t going to give 100% if he wasn’t. You weren’t going to go in head first if he was only sticking a foot it. That’s not how relationships worked.

You were currently sitting in behind the camera as Josh filmed a Q&A. You would occasionally add a snarky comment or help explain a funny story.

Josh asked you to help, so there you were explaining the meaning behind an ugly picture of you on his phone, when the door bursts open.

Jack had looked rather upset, but when he noticed you he fell onto his knees.

“Y/n…” he said, tears falling down his cheeks.

You stood up and walked toward him while Josh stopped the camera then left the room.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it, any of it. I love you so much.” He cried, grabbing onto your waist. “Please forgive me.”

You put your hands in his hair as he sobbed into your shirt, “Jack.”

“Yeah?” he looked up at you, eyes full of hope.

“Why did you kiss her?” you had tears welling in your eyes.

“I didn’t! I swear I didn’t! She lied to you, I promise you. Just never listen to her, she’s not worth listening to. I would never hurt you,” he stood up, cupping your face.

“I’m sorry,” you said, eyes locked onto his.

“Don’t be, love.” He smiled, and brought his lips to yours. The kiss was perfect. Any kiss with Jack was, but this one was pure love. He dropped his hands to your waist, pulling you closer.

“I love you, Y/n.” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too Jack.” You smiled, capturing his lips once again.

“Well now that that’s done, can we finish our video?” Josh asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sure,” you laughed, going back to the couch you were previously sat at.

“Thanks mate,” Jack said, clapping his hand Josh on his shoulder.

“Anytime bro. But seriously, leave. We’re busy.” Josh said, shoving jack towards the door.

Once Jack left and Josh sat back down you slapped him, “You told him?!?”

“Sorry, love, but he’s one of my best mates. Couldn’t not tell him where his girl was.” He shrugged, unlocking his phone.

“Thank you,” you hugged him.

He chuckled, “Anytime.”

You two finished your video and then you rushed home. You spent the rest of the night tangled in the sheets of your and Jacks shared bed, showing each other just how much you loved each other.

Ice Dancing (Jimin, OC) Part 3

PROLOGUE | 0102


“Hey kiddo, time to wake up.”

Jimin ruffled his younger brother’s flop of brown hair and patted his cheek gently. The latter groaned in complaint and tried to swat his hand away; quite ungracefully as it didn’t even touch his older brother’s hand with how he was practically still half asleep.

Jimin chuckled at Jacob's—or Jay as what he’s called—attempt before shaking him a little more forcefully, causing the younger to whine in protest.

“Okay… hyung! I’m awake. Stop—“

"Are you sure? Do I need to flip you off this bed?”

Jay glared at his brother. “You’re mean.”

Jimin smirked. “You know I’m not.”

“You’re right. Tae Tae hyung said you’re evil.”

“And you believe him?”

“He says Santa really exists and that it was scientifically proven that he lives in the North Pole. Yup, Tae Tae hyung is smart!” The kid smiled lazily as he tried to keep his eyes open.  

Jimin sighed amusedly before pulling the curtains aside to let in some light. It was the blue hour, just at the brink of sunrise and Jimin couldn’t really blame his brother for having a hard time waking up.

“Yeah… I think we need to stop hanging out with Taehyung too often.”

“That’s what he told me about you!” Jay said which made Jimin chuckle, knowing Taehyung would actually really say that to try and steal his little brother away.

“Oh yeah? But you have to admit… Hyung is cooler than Tae Tae hyung right?” Jimin said as he helped the eight-year old out of his bed and pulled him onto his feet.

There was a moment of silence.

“Are you actually thinking about this?” Jimin asked incredulously which made Jay laugh. “Why you little—“

The little boy squealed as Jimin initiated a tickle fight, attacking his sides which Jimin knew was his most vulnerable spot. Right there, Jimin forgot his problems momentarily; with the whole skating and ‘save my career’ fiasco that’s currently keeping him up at night.

With Jay, he could just be himself and not have to put up his "champion-athlete” front.

It was a few years ago when their parents passed of a terrible accident. Jimin, who was only sixteen then, was already a competitive skater in the juniors division while Jay was merely three-years-old.

Jay was so young when he was left under Jimin’s care and the older was terrified to death when he thought he would be taken away from him considering they were still both minors. But Seokjin, their amazing and most beloved cousin, had come in and took them under his wing for a few years until Jimin was old enough to take care of Jacob on his own.

With Jimin’s success in his skating career, he was able to do just that: provide a home for the both of them and even support his schooling. Jimin was basically a parent at what’s supposed to be the prime of his youth. Though he never saw it as a downside.

In fact, he didn’t mind it at all. He would rather take care of his brother than do all those things kids his age usually do: like partying or dating.  

Jimin would do anything to keep his little brother with him. The only family they got was each other, after all.

He listened with a smile as Jay talked animatedly about his camping trip this weekend. They had gotten up extra early today since the bus would leave at 6 A.M. which should take them up north to a wilderness reserve. Jimin was against it at first, not wanting to have Jay so far from him but after much pleading from his little brother and assurances from his teachers that they would be completely safe, Jimin gave in and thought what kind of a brother would he be if he didn’t let him go out and explore?

He just hoped there weren’t any bears in that place.  

“When you get there I want you to send me a text, okay?” Jimin said as they pulled over at the front of the school. “I know there might not be signal in the woods but before you actually go in, please let me know—”

“Yes, hyung.“ Jay huffed while rolling his eyes. Jimin had been talking nonstop during the drive even though he probably gave him the whole safety speech for the hundredth time that week. "I know I know, you even told Mr. Brown about it remember?”

Jimin sighed as he pulled out his camping bag from the trunk. He caught one of the parents looking at his car and smiled inwardly. His BMW has always been a sight for sore eyes.

“Just be careful okay?” Jimin said as he placed the hat over the little boy’s head and helped him wear his backpack.

“It’s two nights hyung.” Jay rolled his eyes and Jimin wondered if Taehyung taught him to sass like that. “The worse that could happen is that I forget to brings insect repellant.”

“You did?!”

“No. you packed it yourself remember? And a spare too on my other bag.” Jay reminded him and Jimin sighed in relief. “I’ll be back before Monday!“

"I mean it, Jay. Behave.” Jimin said before pulling him in for a bone-crushing hug. “Love you.”

“I—I can’t breathe—"

“That’s not the reply I was looking for~” Jimin teased as he hugged him tighter.

“Okay I love you too hyung—can you please let go?”

Jimin chuckled and let go eventually, patting his back. “Have fun.”

Jay tipped his hat before jogging towards the bus where the other kids were. Jimin watched him go and was surprised when just before he boarded the bus, his little brother looked back and waved goodbye with the brightest smile on his face and somehow that made Jimin feel a lot less worried knowing his brother was going to have a blast.

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Our First Christmas Together

Summary- Dean, Maddie, Clara and Sam’s first Christmas together. (I know its like April, but they were playing Christmas music at lunch the other day so I figured I’d go for it!)

A/N- Part of my Dating with Children series. Wow I haven’t updated this series in so long. Happy to have written some more of it.

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Dean hadn’t told Clara everything about his upbringing, but she knew enough to be able to put together that he’d never had a proper Christmas and so with the upcoming holiday season she’d made it her mission to give him the most normal, perfect Christmas possible.

She had no doubt that him and Sam had worked cases before over the holiday, but Clara was going to make sure that didn’t happen this year. Her and Dean had been going out for almost a year and Clara knew Maddie would have no issue with him and Sam spending the holidays with them. Clara also knew the key to getting them to agree was to ask in front of her daughter. They couldn’t say no if she did!

It was the week after Thanksgiving and the boys were over getting Chinese with the girls, having just got back from a longer hunt. Clara waited to bring it up till they were all sitting at the dinner table, “Hey, do you guys have any plans for Christmas? Any friends or family to go visit?”

Clara already knew the answer before Dean answered, “Nah, probably just hang around the Bunker, work a case if we have one. Same old, same old.”

Maddie’s face fell, Sam and Dean weren’t going to celebrate Christmas? Clara shot her a smile, “Why don’t you join us?”

Maddie excitedly perked up in her seat, “Yes! You have to. You can’t work on Christmas. It’ll be so much fun, Santa comes, and we eat Christmas cookies and watch Christmas movies!”

“We’d hate to intrude,” Sam answered.

“Sammmmy,” Maddie whined. She’d quickly adapted Dean’s nickname for the younger Winchester. “You can’t work on Christmas. You’re supposed to celebrate with your family. So, you and Dean need to come here to celebrate with Mommy and me.”

Sam and Dean felt honored that Maddie considered them enough of her family that she wanted them to join her for Christmas. Maddie gave them the puppy dog eyes that Sam had taught her to prefect. The brothers exchanged looks, before Dean grinned at the preschooler, “Alright, looks like you’re stuck with us for the holidays!”

“Yay!”


Like promised the boys showed up early Christmas Eve, so the festivities could begin. Maddie excitedly lead them into the back room where the tree was set up.

“Merry Christmas!” She hollered. The boys smiled down at her and went to place the presents they brought with them under the tree. “Yay, presents!”

“Maddie!” Clara scolded. The boys laughed and Maddie smiled bashfully. Christmas was just so exciting and Maddie was even happier that Sam and Dean were here to celebrate this year.

“Sorry Mommy, I’m just so excited!”

Clara smiled down at her daughter knowing that she was beyond happy to have the Winchester men here to celebrate the holiday with them. “I know sweetheart, what do you want to do first?”

Maddy stood there pondering for a moment, there was so many great options, “Lets decorate the tree first!”

Maddy quickly got to work directing people on what to do. She had Sam and Dean bring the boxes up and asked her mom to start the Christmas music. Maddy bounced on her toes impatiently as she waited for the adults to stop stringing the lights on the tree.

Once the lights and tinsel were finally on Maddy was set free to start adding the ornaments, “Sammy, Dean, come look at all the great ornaments Mommy and I have.”

Maddy started pulling out ornaments, telling the brothers about all of them. There was one from when she was born, some she made in school, a few from various trips and many more.

Sam smiled down at her excitement, “This is great Maddy, I’ve never actually decorated a tree before!”

Maddy pulled away from the tree, shock all over her face, “What?!? How could you never have decorated a tree? That’s one of the staples of Christmas?”

“Don’t lie to her Sam,” Dean chuckled. “You decorated one with car air fresheners that one year.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his older brother and Maddy looked appalled, “Maybe Sam shouldn’t help us decorate the tree.”

“Yeah,” Dean smirked at his brother, “He might knock it down. He’s down that before.”

Sam shot him the signature bitch face, “You helped!”

Clara and Maddy exchanged looks, apparently the boys needed a great Christmas more than they though.


By dinnertime they’d covered most of the major bases, they had decorated the tree, baked Christmas cookies and the boys had taken Maddy to look at some neighborhood Christmas lights so Clara could finish wrapping.

The family of four were now all camped out in the living room watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Maddie was dozing against Dean’s chest, her eyes dropping lower every second.

“Dean,” She mumbled. He hummed and leaned closer. “I know you don’t know much about Christmas, but don’t forget to leave the cookies and milk for Santa.”

Dean chuckled and rubbed her back, “Don’t worry. I’ve got it covered.”


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“Bridgeport looks so pretty from here,” Madeleine sighs as she gazes through a pair of coin operated binoculars. “So many hopes and dreams wrapped up in one beautiful little place. Don’t you just love it?”

“Yeah, it’s gorgeous,” Westley murmurs, but his eyes remain locked on an entirely different view.

Glancing over, Madeleine blushes and reaches out for his hand. “Take a picture with me?” she asks. “I want to remember this day forever.”

Westley laughs but allows himself to be pulled into the shot. “Forever is a really long time,” he says, smiling as Maddie rests her head against his shoulder.

“Exactly,” she replies in an exuberant tone of voice. “Now say cheese!”

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I Found You

Warnings: FLUFF! FLUUUUUFF!
Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester!Reader
Summary: You get lost at a store while shopping with Sam.
Readers Age: 6 years old
Word Count: 1193 heh not sorry

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: So I thought this up while making the Bonding 3, I was going to wait until tomorrow to post it since I posted the Bonding with Sam but I couldn’t wait! You can never have too much Sam fluff! I also had I really hard time figuring out what to name this so I Found You it is! Enjoy!


Bored. That’s what you are. You have been wondering around the bunker for what seems like years, you can’t for the life of you find something to entertain yourself. 

So you made your way to the library and found your brothers, you trotted over to Sam who was on his laptop. “Sammy…” you whined.

“Hmm?” Sam hummed, not looking up from his screen.

“I’m bored!” you exclaimed. 

Sam sighed and looked at Dean, he just shrugged, letting Sam know that he was on his own, “Okay… Y'know I was gonna go pick up some groceries later, but I guess I can do that now. You wanna come?” Sam asked looking at you. 

“YES!” you jumped up and down.

“Alright, get ready to go and I’ll call you when we’re going to leave.” you did as you were told.


“Y/N!” you heard Sam call you, you got up and ran down the halls of the bunker, your feet making a tapping sound every time they hit the pavement. “Ready to go?” Sam asked, looking down at you.

“Yeah!” you said, reaching up, signaling for Sam to pick you up, he did and you both made your way to the Impala.


…Half Hour Later…


You and Sam have arrived at the grocery store, even though it’s just a store it felt like a giant playground to you. You and Sam made your way into the store, your small hand in his sasquatch-like hand. Sam always made sure you were right next to him, he rarely let go of your hand unless you were in a shopping cart.

Sam only needed a few things so he just grabbed a basket instead of a cart. “Alright, Y/N, stay right next to me at all times, don’t go wondering off okay?” Sam instructed while kneeling down to be eye level with you, you nodded and took his hand again.

You were in one of the aisles when you saw something that caught your eye, Sam was currently holding two objects in both his hands, leaving you free to roam.

You walked over to the object that caught your attention and picked it up, “Hey, that’s mine!” you heard a voice say. You turned around to see a small boy around your age walk up to you. You looked at the object to find out that it was a G.I.Joe action figure. 

“Sorry,” you apologized whilst giving it back. 

The kid snatched it from your hand. “Isaac? Isaac!” a woman shouted, running over to you and who you assumed was Isaac. You turned around to go back to Sam, but he was nowhere to be seen. You panicked. You started crying and yelling for your big brother, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong sweetie? Are you lost?” the same woman asked you. 

“I-I can’t f-find my brother!” you said in between sobs, you fell to your knees cupping your face with your hands. Sam and Dean always told you that if you got lost just stay put and they would find you.

“It’s okay, sweetie, we’ll find him.” the woman reassured you, “My name’s Madelyn, but you can call me Maddy, and this is my son Isaac,” she said while pointing to her son, “Can you tell me what your brother looks like?” 

You looked up at her, tears pouring down your face. “H-he’s tall, really tall a-and he has long brown hair.” you started crying even more at the thought of never seeing him again. 

“Hey, it’s okay, I promise we’ll find him,” Maddy said, patting your back. “Here why don’t we look around for him?” Maddy suggested while reaching her hand out. Sam and Dean always told you not to trust anyone, but something about Maddy felt as if she was trustworthy, you took her hand. She had your hand in one of hers and Isaac’s hand in the other, she then proceeded to lead you through the store looking for the man you described. 

You couldn’t take it anymore it felt as if you were never, ever, going to see your big brother again, you pulled your hand away and screamed for Sam, tears pouring down your face. 

Maddy was about to say something, but she was cut off, “Y/N?!!!” you heard him, Sam’s voice. You opened your eyes to see your big brother running towards you, he then scooped you up and pulled you into his warm embrace. He was panting, he must’ve been running all around looking for you, “It’s okay, Sweetie, I got you, I found you.” Sam cooed, kissing your head. You sobbed into your brother’s shoulder, holding him as if he were going to disappear, Sam was doing the same.

Sam turned towards Maddy who was smiling, “Uh, hi. I’m Maddy, I was helping your little sister find you.” she said. 

“Oh, Uh, thank you” Sam replied, not sure if he could trust her or not.

“No problem, I’m glad you two found each other.” she commented then walked off with her son.

Sam ditched the groceries, he didn’t want to go through the checkout, all he wanted to do was hold you, and all you wanted was to be held. Sam got to the Impala and placed you in the back seat, tears were still falling, you refused to let go of your brother. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, Bug. I’m just going up to the front seat, I’ll be right there.” you frowned, but let go of him nonetheless, Sam really didn’t want to leave you even if you were just in the back seat, but you had to get home somehow.

…Half Hour Later…

The ride back to the bunker was mainly of Sam reassuring you and playing your favorite music, a few tears falling every now and then.

You got back to the bunker and Sam hurried to get you out so he could hold you. Once he unbuckled you, you practically leaped into his arms, Sam didn’t mind. He carried you inside. 

Dean saw the two of you and knew something was wrong, “What happened?” Dean asked while walking over to you both.

Sam paused for a moment, “I uh, I lost her in the store.” Sam replied, shame-laced in his voice. 

“You WHAT?!” Dean yelled. You jumped a little and started crying again, you tightened your grip on Sam. Dean instantly caught his mistake and regretted it, “Sorry, Chipmunk. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Dean cooed whilst rubbing your back. 

“Listen yell at me all you want, but it’s all going to have to wait until tomorrow because right now all I want is to lay down and go to sleep with my little sister by my side.” Sam snapped, Dean could tell how stressed Sam was and nodded.

Sam reached your room, he was going to go to his but figured you’d be more comfortable in yours. He pulled back the covers and laid down still holding you, he pulled the covers back up. You were on his chest fast asleep, “I’m sorry Sweetie, I’ll never leave you again.” Sam whispered kissing your head. Sam could finally relax knowing you’re safe, he could finally fall asleep.


I hope y'all like this one! I’m open for tips on improving!

Ghost King - DP

Drabble request: Ghost king

This is probably not what the requestor meant.  Warnings for heart-string tugging.

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Maddie settles slowly into the old kitchen chair, running her fingers over the worn tabletop.  Her bones ache – a storm is on the horizon.  Gray hair flutters in her face and she gently tucks it behind her ear.

“Ready, Mom?”

She looks at her daughter.  Jazz has come over to help pack the last few items before closing up the house for the last time.  “Just give me a few minutes, Sweetheart.”

The younger woman smiles at her, grabs the box that had been sitting on the table, and walks out the door.  With the exception of the table and appliances, the kitchen is empty.  The table is staying with the house – for many reasons.

Quietly fingering the thicker scratches and stains in the table, Maddie sighs.  So much of her life has revolved around this table.  She regrets having to leave it behind, but she’s thought long and hard on it. 

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Alone?!

Summary- Clara leaves Dean alone to babysit Maddie for the first time. 

A/N- The second part of my Dating with Children series. It will make sense if you haven’t read the first part, but I suggest checking it out.

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“Alone?! You want to leave me alone with her? Are you crazy?” Dean exclaimed, looking at his girlfriend like she had three heads.

“Dean, please? I have been planning this girl’s night for a while and the babysitter caught the flu and can’t come. It’ll only be for a couple of hours, I promise.” Clara continued getting ready.

“Clara, I don’t know what to do with her! Sure, I’ve spent some time with her, but not a lot. And what if I do something wrong? I could totally screw up your kid. Like forever. Is that what you want?”

Clara turned around and gave him a look. “You are not going to screw her up. C’mon, you can handle a four-year-old for a couple of hours. I have total faith in you! You’re a very capable man. She’ll tell you want she wants to do, and she’ll even tell when she’s hungry for dinner. There are some very basic things in the fridge and you’re a great cook. She’ll eat just about anything. Bedtime is 7:30. Okay? You’ve got this Dean, there is no one safer to leave her with.”

Dean was not ready for this. Handling a preschooler by himself for the evening? Scarier than a nest of vamps. He’d been back to Clara’s a handful of times since the first night he’d meet Maddie and had fun. Maddie was a good kid and according to her Dean was finally starting to get the hang of playing princesses. But none the less, being left responsible for the little girl was terrifying for Dean. Sure, he’d taken care of Sam a lot when they were younger, but Dean didn’t feel like that made him experienced. He knew that Clara leaving Maddie with him was a big step.

“Please Dean, for me.” Clara ran a hand up his arm reassuringly. “I won’t be far, if anything goes wrong just call me and I’ll be home in no time.”

Dean sighed, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Clara leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. “You’ll be fine; she’s an easy kid.”

The door had barely closed behind Clara, before Maddie whipped around to face Dean. “We’re going to have the best time Dean!”

Dean gave her a weak smile. “Alright Maddie, what are we doing first?”

“Barbies, you still haven’t played that yet!”

“Alright, let’s go.” Never in his life did Dean Winchester think he’d be sitting on the floor of a little girl’s room playing Barbies, but since meeting Maddie she had gotten him to play a variety of children’s games.

Maddie started pulled out a collection of dolls and their various outfits and accessories. “Dean, I left my Ken doll at Nana’s, so you’ll have to be a Barbie, but you can pick your Barbie and her outfit first.”

Dean stared at the various toys laid out in front of them, “Maddie I don’t really care which one, you can pick for me.”

Maddie shot him an annoyed look, “Deaaan, part of the fun of Barbies is picking your girl and dressing her up. I can’t pick for you.”

“Sorry,” Dean reached out and grabbed the closest Barbie to him. “I guess I’ll be this one then.”

“Good, now pick clothes to put on her. This shirt is like the ones you always wear.” Maddie fled up a Barbie sized flannel for Dean. He took the miniature clothing from her and tried to dress his doll. He struggled to get the old shirt off his doll; his large fingers fumbling to get her arms out. Maddie giggled as she watched him try, and Dean shot her his classic bitch face.

“You want to help me with this?” Dean held out the doll to her and she changed its outfit with ease.

“There! Okay, so this doll is mine. I named her Lily. What is the name of your doll?” Maddie looked at him expectantly. He didn’t have a name; he honestly was so confused on how he was supposed to play.

“Can’t I just call her Barbie?” Maddie tossed her head back, again annoyed with Dean’s lack of understanding. “Guess not. Umm… I guess Mary then.”

Maddie smiled at him, “That’s a pretty name.”

Dean smiled to himself, “Thanks. So how do we play?”

“You just move them around and talk. You play however you want.” She held her doll up on the floor and Dean copied her moves. “Hi Mary, I love your new shirt.”

“I like yours too.” Dean tried out a high pitched girly voice. Maddie giggled.

“Why thank you, I also got these new shoes. Do you want to try them on?” Dean groaned internally; this was going to be a long night.


An hour later, Maddie put down the Barbie she was holding and looked up at Dean, “Dean I’m hungry. Can I have dinner please?”

“Sure kid, what do you want? Are burgers good? My brother says I make good burgers.”

“I like burgers, especially with cheese.” She paused for a minute, “you have a brother?”

“Burgers with cheese it is then.” Dean scoped the child up in his arms and headed toward the kitchen. “Yep, his name’s Sammy.”

“That’s sounds nice. I always wanted a little brother or sister to play with.”

“Yeah? Mines not so little anymore, he’s taller than me now.”

“Really?” Maddie’s eyes went wide, “But you are already really tall. He must be huge.”

“He’s a giant alright.” Dean sat her down on the counter and started gathering all the supplies he needed to make dinner.

“I want to help.” Maddie excited bounced on her spot. Dean bit his lip, he wasn’t sure how much help Maddie was going to be able to be. At four-years-old there was no way Dean was letting her work the stove.

“I don’t know Maddie; the stove is hot. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I can help with the other stuff; I help my Mommy cook all the time.”

“Alright,” Dean conceded. He pulled a kitchen chair over for Maddie to stand on and work. Together they started preparing the meat, mixing onions and garlic with the ground beef. Once everything was mixed together Dean showed Maddie how to shape the patties. “You push the meat into little balls and then flatten them, like this. Good job.”

Once all the patties were formed, Dean moved Maddie to the table and started to cook the meat. When Dean placed a finished burger in front of Maddie, her eyes went wide.

“That smells really good.” She took a bite and smiled up at him. “Your Sammy is right; these are great burgers!”

“I had a great helper.” As dinner continued, he noticed that Maddie seemed to be getting tired. “Hey, maybe we can watch a movie after dinner before bed.”

“Yeah, we have to watch Beauty and the Beast. It’s my new favorite princess movie.”

“I’ve never seen it before.”

“What?” Maddie looked up at Dean with a shocked expression. “Dean, your life sounds pretty boring. You’ve never seen Beauty and the Beast, you’ve never played Barbie or tea party. What do you do? It’s a good thing you met Mommy; we’re showing you all the good stuff.”

Dean smiled, Maddie wasn’t too far off. He’d never admit it, especially to Sam, but he actually enjoyed playing Maddie’s games with her. Definitely more than he ever though. Dean was really starting to warm up to this new little girl in his life.

“You definitely are sweetheart. Meeting your mom was one of the best things to happen to me.”

Maddie leaped out of her seat and towards Dean, who quickly threw his arms out to catch her. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and gave him the biggest hug she could.

After dinner, the pair were nestled up on the couch, the opening chords of the movie playing. As the enchantress comes on screen, Maddie snuggled closer into Dean’s side, her head curled into the crook of his neck. Dean wrapped his arms securely around her, basking in the fact that there was no were else he’d rather be.


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