brena

I read alot of x reader to cope | she/her | ENTP | i also play console games

[flaminghotcheetoos]

💋 Brena’s Masterlist 💋

Hello!

Welcome to my little collections.

Masterlist

Debate Time! series 💪🏻

The Great Cereal Before Milk vs. Milk Before Cereal Debate — Hargreeves Family Chaos Edition.

Five Hargreeves x Number 8 💕

If You Sent A Selfie To Five Hargreeves

[gulnarsultan]

Your yandere soulmate who finds you again in every universe.

[hiddinginmyroom]

me with you guys (yes you) simping over hot men

[kingkat12]

okay, the time has finally come to announce my new project!!! AAAAHHHHHH

introducing: hunger

You move to Hemlock Grove under mysterious circumstances; still, you are not the only enigma in town. What you thought would be a dull, desolate city in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania, would end up being the place where your nerves were set on fire and tested-- in these circumstances, it's nice to have a... pack, is it not? It seems you might have to find one, sooner than later, before the hunger gets you.

AHHHH Y'ALL!!! this series is so different from my other projects and reader will be a bit different, and Roman will be... Roman LMAOOO!! it will have a/b/o elements (I'm returning to my roots oop) which I have wanted to dabble in for a while with Roman's upirism, so AHHH!! I'm so excited to write them in a high school setting again, and this is so doused in both humour and blood and gore and Letha being a GOOD FRIEND THIS TIME. I will do good by her name lol

anywayyy hoping to post the new chapter on Friday, which will be Halloween of all days;) y'all ain't ready!!! smooches to everyone

[princess-of-thebes-bc]

You became old and wrinkly. You have many grown children and even more grandchildren.

You see your true love, Peter Pan looking at you as if you were still young and fresh. He takes you away to Neverland and this time, it's forever.

[fromdove-deactivated20251112]

seeing my man with his canonical love interest 💔💔💔💔

[flaminghotcheetoos]

EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

i was like, “excuse me. where is ME?!”

[eleonoraalbright]

An Ill-Timed Confession Part 3

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader (kinda)

Summary:  Peter Pan sets the final touches on his New Neverland. You wake up in your new home.

Warnings: Two characters get their tongues cut off but it's not graphic.

A/N: Thank you so much for the comments left on Part 2!! They are very much appreciated and are probably the only reason I got pt 3 out at all.

Taglist: @callsignwidow @aaicaa @midnightmisses @riordanness @rainbow-fartz @liliandz18 @munchingonthatass @cheese10001

To say that this whole experience was perfect and pleasurable for Peter Pan would be a gross understatement. He would be hard pressed to pinpoint any instance in his life when he had ever been filled with such joy.

He would even go as far to say that the entire town of Storybrooke and her population falling under his curse was better than soaring through the skies surrounded by shimmering pixie dust. 

Hmm, he dwelled on the thought for a moment, genuinely weighing the amount of happiness he garnered from each of them. After a few seconds of thorough deliberation, he decided that conquering those sniveling so-called heroes and ‘reformed’ villains was the slightest bit more enjoyable than flying. Reminding his toady spawn of his rightful place was particularly satisfying. 

For far too long Rumple had paraded about with his borrowed magic tricks, thinking himself the most powerful and feared sorcerer in the realms. Pan had squashed his son’s ego and regained his own status as the rightful Ruler of Neverland when his enemies had tried to take it away from him.

No one ever again would make that mistake. Not unless they also wanted their home absorbed into Neverland. Pan had been smiling nonstop since he nabbed the scroll from that pathetic excuse for a queen and the occasional burst of laughter slipped past his lips and echoed through his new domain.

Pan teleported from one place to another to see the fruits of his triumphs. Once ordinary towns folks were now as savage and filthy as the animals they once hunted in the Enchanted Forest. Chaos erupted in the streets and the people accepted their new personas and roles. 

Once proud and untouchable villains succumbed to their defeat and hid from the people they had lorded their power over. Best of all was the change that had overtaken the self-righteous heroes. Pan teleported from treetop to treetop, delighting in the transformation of one of the heroes that had invaded his previous island.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen, thought Pan as he watched the man stumble in the woods like a drunkard, disconcerted from the spell that had distorted his perception of reality. 

It was magnificent to behold. Still, there was a better sight Pan wanted to indulge in. In less than a blink of an eye, Pan appeared in a quiet glade. If it was possible his smile grew larger and more vindictive.

Pan crept closer to you sleeping form like a predator stalking its prey, not that stealthiness mattered in this situation. You were cast in a deep, dreamless sleep until he saw fit to release you from it. Pan wanted everything to be in place once you woke up.

Each and every piece on the board had to be in its proper position before you witnessed the destruction and mania unfolding. His sharp eyes roved over your figure, taking in every single detail offered by your motionless body.

He had to admit to himself that you were a very pretty creature, but beauty did not equal brains. What a stupid, stupid thing you were. It honestly baffled him at certain times; however, he was grateful for your utter foolishness. 

Assuming control of this pitiful part of the world would not have been half as much fun had you not disclosed your admiration of him. Several minutes passed as he watched the steady rise and fall of your chest; it was an almost hypnotic sight. Pan shook himself from the trance and left. There was so much needed to be done before his favorite doll awoke. The first item of the list concerned the Lost Boys. 

Now if there were any people stupider than you, it was that group of dunderheads! Peter could no longer put off correcting their mistakes. His boys had to be punished for ratting him out. What idiots, thinking he failed and they could find homes and families who loved them.

There were harsh penalties for their actions; it couldn’t be anything simple like shredding their shadows from their bodies. It was one of the most painful experiences a person could endure but it was over much too quickly for Pan’s liking.

Doubtless he would do that at the very end, but the traitors must undergo a living hell at his hands first before their souls escape his clutches by disappearing into the afterlife. He stepped into a clearing in the forest and called out for them.

Like ticks emerging from a dead beast, the boys scrambled down trees and popped up from bushes to surround him. A few seemed dazed by the events, others were stony-faced as ever, but most had enough wits about them to realize that their punishment was inevitable and approaching swiftly. 

He allowed for a full minute of silence to pass as he threaded among his once loyal followers. None dared to catch his gaze but none ran away either. Pan almost wished someone would try to escape his wrath. It would make their torture funnier and serve as a better reminder for the rest.

Alas, the cowards seemed to have grown a semblance of a backbone in his presence. What filthy hypocrites—always loudly proclaiming to Neverland’s enemies that to cross Peter Pan meant death and any attempt to undermine his authority was useless. 

They revealed their true colors in the end. Jumping ship at the first opportunity they saw to get off the island to so-called loving families. To even think that he would ever lose was preposterous!

Peter Pan Never Fails is a saying in Neverland for a reason and to forget was a dangerous thing to do and now was the time for the Lost Boys to learn why. Before his demise, Felix had provided information on the specific ones to who ratted him out to the heroes: Box and Jacob. 

They would serve as a warning to their fellow Lost boys to what happened to those who betrayed him. Pan stopped in front of Box; a small boy frozen as a ten-year-old for countless decades.

Upon arrival at Neverland, he had refused to give his real name, and the others decided to call him that unusual nickname because the Shadow had carried him in a cardboard box. What an imaginative group of halfwits he led. Trembling, the boy stared down at the ground. 

“Box, anything you want to tell me?” The boy shook his head back and forth frantically. “Really? Why not? Cat got your tongue? It seemed loose enough when you mouthed off to Emma Swan about my Thinking Tree, did it not?”

Tears formed in his Box’s eyes as he cried aloud, “No! Never Pan! They forced me to do it! Honest, I swear!” He walked backward to put more distance between him and his leader but was held in place by two other boys. The circle became tighter about Pan and Box. They smelled blood in the water and knew better than to stand in the way of Pan and his victim. 

Now it was Pan’s turn to shake his head though it was in mock disappointment this time. Bending over, he grabbed the knife from the boy’s belt and twirled it around. “Spare me your lies. Tell me who else told them where to find me. Tell me and you’ll be rewarded.”

Box breathed hard and glanced at Jacob who was at the outer rim of the circle and pointed. “It was him! He tattled on you!” Jacob didn’t waste any time running. He hardly got ten steps before a group of other Lost Boys caught up to him and hauled him back to Pan. 

Both traitors were forced to their knees. Box was openly crying now and struggling against his captors while Jacob was rambling excuses and the others started to jeer at them. Pan raised a hand and a spurt of magic everyone to shut up. “I’m afraid you two never learned the lesson that silence is worth its weight in gold. You’ll pay for that. Hold out their tongues.” 

Both boys screamed and fought which prolonged the whole process and made it messier but Pan didn’t mind; the punishment had to fit the crime. He gave a signal to Lost Boys and they started to kick and punch the two huddled bodies crumpled on the ground. After that was done, he ordered, “You four build a cage. You two make sure Jacob goes nowhere. The rest of you will start setting up camp.” 

They all began their activities they were assigned but stopped when a tall red-headed boy asked, “What about Box?”

He looked down at the boy. “Let him be. Let him wander off or stay. It’s his choice. Oh, I almost forgot about his reward.” He dropped his knife next to him. “There. You’d do best to keep that, Box. I might borrow it later.”

A beat passed as the Lost Boys stared at their fallen friends, writhing on the ground, coughing up their own blood. Pan knew this image would stain their brains for years to come. “All of you get to work!” 

When they did as such, Pan turned on his heel and disappeared. There was a certain shift in the air that alerted him that a special someone was awakening. The time had come for the crowning glory to be placed upon this magnificent achievement. He settled himself in the branches of an oak tree and watched as you woke up in your new home.

Somewhere above was the sound of the breeze swirling through the forest’s leaves and the accompanying trill of songbirds. Warm sunlight filtered past the canopy and cast soft rays on your face, gently caressing you into a conscious state.

Your eyes fluttered open, then shut once more as you yawned. You swiveled your head from side to side to take in your surroundings. You were laying upon a stone altar in a small clearing and in all directions spread a green tranquil forest. 

Something was wrong. Something tugged at the back of your mind, heavy and foreboding. The delightful harmony and atmosphere were shattered into a dozen shards as memories pierced the haze clouding your thoughts.

You bolted straight up, hand slapping against the stone slab, and shouted, “Pan!” Covering your mouth, your gaze darted about to and fro in case anything or anyone had heard your exclamation. It was silent. 

You remembered everything! All the events leading up to this utter disaster were carved into your mind with painful clarity: the party only two nights ago when you made your confession, the unfortunate realization, switching the bodies, the hope that bloomed when the day was almost saved, and the crushing defeat that transpired afterwards. Pan won. You were in his land, the new Neverland, where he was sole master and everyone else were pawns.

There was an uncomfortable, tightening sensation in your chest. Something was blocking your airflow, making breathing difficult. You quickly began exhaling and inhaling through your mouth, maybe a bit too fast.

Your head became fuzzy and your surroundings took on a dream-like quality. Nothing was real; therefore, nothing could harm you, right? No, that wasn’t the way to think now. You had to be rational and stop hyperventilating, though it was easier said than done.

What helped you break out of this heightened panic state was the dawning comprehension of how vulnerable you were. If you were going to die, it wasn’t going to be because you were too distracted crying to realize the danger.

You were probably going to die in a much stupider way thank you very much, like strangled by your own trap or drowning in a puddle somehow. The ideas made you chuckle for better or for worse. Were you already going mad?

It didn’t matter, not yet at least. The important thing to do was to make a plan. The future never seemed as bleak when there was a plan to follow. There was a rustle in the bushes a few feet to the right. You tensed and waited for a minute but nothing happened.

Sighing, you forced yourself to relax. It wouldn’t be smart to jump at every stir or movement in the environment; your energy would become too depleted too soon.  Another cool breeze swept through the glade, causing you to shiver and notice your clothing. You wore a loose, straight-hanging white dress with ruffled elbow length sleeves.

It might’ve been nice to wear if you were going to bed in the 1780’s but not for surviving in the wilderness in modern times. You crossed your arms over your chest and hunched inward, gritting your teeth and cursing Pan. He must’ve found it enormously amusing to dress you up in such a way.

A pretty doll out of place in the cold woods with only a nightgown to shield her from the harsh elements (not that the elements were all too harsh today). It would take more than that to intimidate you… maybe.

You looked around the area, half expecting a group of Lost Boys to jump into view with spears and clubs to carry you off to their leader at this very instant. Except for the forest’s usual ambiance, all was quiet. You didn’t know how long it would remain that way. 

Best to find a suitable hiding place before night fell. You hopped off the stone altar and onto the ground. You glanced to your left and were surprised that you had not seen the Wishing Well just a couple of paces away.

Perhaps, it shouldn’t since the structure blended in with the neighboring foliage. Thorny vines and spiky leaves entwined themselves around the octagonal base and wounded up the pillars to the top.

You walked over to the well, taking in the dismal sight. A place where once magic was birthed and wishes were granted was spoiled as the spot marking Storybrooke's bitter end. It was a sad scene to witness, even the plaque which told of the well’s magical powers was overtaken by thorns. If only there had been someone to stop Pan’s curse in time, then this never would’ve happened. 

Magic! 

There was no use in lamenting what could not be undone, but what if the curse was reversible? In fact, you knew it was! You laughed aloud at how easy the solution was. True Love’s Kiss could break any curse! It had broken the Evil Queen’s, so why couldn’t it do the same for the Pied Piper’s?

All you had to do was to get David and Mary Margret together and they’d probably suck each other’s faces off. Hell, it could work if one of Henry’s mothers pecked her son on the cheek. All you had to do was find the others. 

Everyone was most likely separated, so the hardest part would be gathering the necessary people. Pan would’ve made sure that everyone would be spread out far and wide. You glanced up at the Sun’s position in the sky. You had about five more hours of good sunlight left. Time to get started.

The first step was to make a shelter for the night. The night could be spent here, but you could travel and gather supplies at the same time. Besides, you didn’t like the look of that altar; it looked like the type of thing where an animal would be sacrificed. 

The further you were away from it the brighter the future shone. The landmark that was the Wishing Well allowed you to know you were located in the Storybrooke Wilderness Park which meant you were a good two hours walk from the town.

You would bet your non-existence britches that Pan had stowed someone or multiple people in Storybrooke. There was also a chance David or Mary Margret would end up near the t(r)oll bridge. 

If the curse somehow knew your peculiar connection to the well, then it was possible the curse would know of theirs to the bridge. It was feasible to believe Pan’s curse had sent the heroes and villains to destinations that held a special place in their hearts.

You began your march to town, careful to pace yourself and practice situational awareness. You should check the library for Bell, the pawn shop for Mr. Gold, and the play castle for Henry. It suddenly occurred to you the passage of time. How long had you been asleep on the altar? 

Decades could have stretched on while you were locked in sleep’s embrace, but you chose not to believe that because the other would've figured out a solution. It must’ve been mere minutes or hours instead.

If there was one upside to your unfortunate clothing then, it would be that it was light and airy for traveling, but that would soon turn into a problem when the Sun set. Nights in Maine could be chilly, and a lack of warm clothing would not help in regulating your temperature. 

Also, the gown was a bit too thin for your liking. You pressed the fabric close to your body and determined that it was thankfully not see through. At least, you had that. Pan’s choice in footwear was abhorrent.

The slippers you wore were delicate and flimsy, better suited for strolling palace halls than trekking through a forest’s uneven terrain. You could feel every pebble and twig under foot. When you reached town, you decided to raid any shops for appropriate clothes and gear. 

You would feel more confident if you faced whatever Pan had up his sleeve if you weren’t wearing what he wanted. You wondered what tricks he was concocting. He allowed people to keep their memories and this would lead to some type of new torment, but what?

He probably thought his victims knowing what was wrong but being powerless to change anything would cause despair and madness. You snorted. Little did he know the stuff you were made out of or the others too. It would take more than that to drag you down. 

You supposed that was the advantage of disclosing your schoolgirl crush towards Pan; he took you for a simple-minded lovestruck fool. It was an advantage you would happily exploit.

Wouldn’t it be rich to lord it over his handsome face when he lost (and he would lose) at how you used his prejudice to orchestrate his downfall. It was easy to envision how everything would play out. He would be angry at his thinking so low of you and—

You were yanked out of your promising daydreams. One second you were on your feet striding with a purpose, next you were hanging in midair, trapped in a net. Damnation, this must’ve been one of the Lost Boy’s traps. Oh, the irony. You were too busy thinking about your future to focus on your present struggles. You almost deserved it. A figure appeared from behind a tree. 

The person, whose face was hidden beneath a cloak, cut the rope and you dropped onto the hard ground, still tangled in the net. You attempted to not look like defenseless prey, but it was awkward to manage that when caught like one. An arrow was pointed at your face. The figure threw back the hood and never had you been so relieved to see the pale face and green eyes of Snow White before.

You nearly didn’t recognize her. The woman’s face was smeared with mud, her ebony hair was a rat’s nest with bits of twigs and leaves sticking out, but you supposed you couldn’t look much better either. You gasped, a fresh smile forming its way onto your lips, “Mary Margret! It’s you! This is great, I thought–”

“Shut up!” She kicked you in the ribs, knocking the wind out of you. Curling up into a ball, you stared up wide-eyed at the person you once considered an ally and friend. She gazed down at your form, a severe expression hardening her features. You had never recalled her being so cruel before. 

“M-Mary Margret, you don’t understand. It’s me. I survived the curse, I just woke up a while ago.” 

“Who’s Mary Margret? What are you blathering about?” She continued to point the arrow at you. No flicker of recognition could be found on her face. Your fingers tightened around the ropes, comprehension dawning on you. She didn’t remember.

The woman standing above you, threatening your life, had no idea who she truly was. This was what Pan meant. You had imagined something terrible when he said ‘special treat’, but this was worse than you ever could have realized. 

Only you retained your memories.

[flaminghotcheetoos]

i might be overanalyze things but i feel like even aidan’s dad doesn’t fond of season 4 either. especially how certain someone *cough*steveblackman*cough* assassinate Five character. and the UNNECESSARY forcing a romance into the show it’s just blegh 🤢 i know for a fact that they have to say something nice during the promo and premiere is just being professional and i don’t blame them at all.

i’m glad the fact that he will be more careful to choose projects for Aidan. that’s really heartwarming honestly.

[flaminghotcheetoos]

🥣 The Great Cereal Before Milk vs. Milk Before Cereal Debate – Hargreeves Family Chaos Edition

Oh. Oh.

This started as a casual question.

Now? It’s a full-blown war.

Sides are forming. Arguments are escalating.

Someone (probably Diego) is about to throw something.

🔥 The Teams – Who Pours What First?

🥣 Team “Cereal First” (The Logical Ones)

Five – “Who the hell pours milk first? What kind of psychopath—”

You – “Exactly! Cereal first, like a normal person.”

Diego – “Yeah, because you need to SEE how much cereal you have before adding milk.”

Allison – “It’s just basic science.”

Ben – “Thank you. Finally, people with common sense.”

Main Arguments:

✔ “How do you know how much milk to pour if you don’t even have cereal in the bowl yet?”

✔ “You need crunch—not sad, soggy milk mush.”

✔ “This is how cereal was MEANT to be eaten.

🥛 Team “Milk First” (The Agents of Chaos)

Luther – “It prevents splashing!”

Klaus – “It’s ✨aesthetic✨.”

Lila – “It pisses people off. That’s why I do it.”

Viktor – “…I just don’t like my cereal floating.”

Main Arguments:

✔ “If you pour milk first, it keeps the cereal crisp on top.”

✔ “It’s cleaner. No mess. No splash.”

✔ “Cereal floating in milk feels wrong.”

✔ “Why are you all SO MAD about this?”

🔥 The Debate Begins 🔥

Five, pointing aggressively at Klaus: “Milk first? Really? You disgust me.”

Klaus, shrugging: “Listen, I live to bring chaos.”

Diego, glaring at Luther: “You’re the LAST person I expected to betray me. WE LITERALLY LOVE THE SAME CEREAL BRAND!”

Luther, defensive: “It’s efficient!

Lila, grinning: “I just like watching all of you lose your minds.”

You, pointing at Lila: “So you’re ADMITTING it’s wrong.”

Lila, smirking: “I never said that.”

Ben, crossing his arms: “This shouldn’t even be a debate. Cereal first is OBJECTIVELY correct.”

Viktor, raising an eyebrow: “Then why do you all look so pressed?”

Allison, nodding: “Exactly. The fact that this argument is even HAPPENING means milk-first people know they’re wrong.”

Klaus gasps dramatically. “I feel so attacked.”

🥊 The Fight Escalates

Someone (probably Diego) throws a spoon.

Klaus retaliates by throwing a whole gallon of milk.

Five dodges it and teleports behind him.

“Oh, you wanna play dirty?”

Luther, still trying to make logical points while covered in cereal:

“Technically, milk-first gives you better control over milk-to-cereal ratio—”

Diego: “SHUT UP, TRAITOR.”

Lila, already pouring milk into a bowl just to piss people off.

You, physically restraining Five from committing an actual murder.

Ben and Allison just standing to the side, shaking their heads.

Viktor, watching the chaos unfold: “Is this really the dumbest thing we’ve ever fought about?”

Five, mid-teleport attack: “It’s up there.”

🔥 Final Verdict – The Cereal War Will Never End

✔ Nobody changes their mind.

✔ Everyone is now covered in milk and cereal.

✔ Five refuses to let it go. Lila keeps doing it to annoy him.

✔ Reginald walks in, takes one look, and immediately leaves.

thank you for reading!

xoxo, B

[raggabashie]

“Lila – “It pisses people off. That’s why I do it.”” Is the most Lila things I’ve ever read and I love it XD

[flaminghotcheetoos]

thank you so much! i’m glad you like it. we all know how chaotic and unbothered she can be 😂

[flaminghotcheetoos]

🥣 The Great Cereal Before Milk vs. Milk Before Cereal Debate – Hargreeves Family Chaos Edition

Oh. Oh.

This started as a casual question.

Now? It’s a full-blown war.

Sides are forming. Arguments are escalating.

Someone (probably Diego) is about to throw something.

🔥 The Teams – Who Pours What First?

🥣 Team “Cereal First” (The Logical Ones)

Five – “Who the hell pours milk first? What kind of psychopath—”

You – “Exactly! Cereal first, like a normal person.”

Diego – “Yeah, because you need to SEE how much cereal you have before adding milk.”

Allison – “It’s just basic science.”

Ben – “Thank you. Finally, people with common sense.”

Main Arguments:

✔ “How do you know how much milk to pour if you don’t even have cereal in the bowl yet?”

✔ “You need crunch—not sad, soggy milk mush.”

✔ “This is how cereal was MEANT to be eaten.

🥛 Team “Milk First” (The Agents of Chaos)

Luther – “It prevents splashing!”

Klaus – “It’s ✨aesthetic✨.”

Lila – “It pisses people off. That’s why I do it.”

Viktor – “…I just don’t like my cereal floating.”

Main Arguments:

✔ “If you pour milk first, it keeps the cereal crisp on top.”

✔ “It’s cleaner. No mess. No splash.”

✔ “Cereal floating in milk feels wrong.”

✔ “Why are you all SO MAD about this?”

🔥 The Debate Begins 🔥

Five, pointing aggressively at Klaus: “Milk first? Really? You disgust me.”

Klaus, shrugging: “Listen, I live to bring chaos.”

Diego, glaring at Luther: “You’re the LAST person I expected to betray me. WE LITERALLY LOVE THE SAME CEREAL BRAND!”

Luther, defensive: “It’s efficient!

Lila, grinning: “I just like watching all of you lose your minds.”

You, pointing at Lila: “So you’re ADMITTING it’s wrong.”

Lila, smirking: “I never said that.”

Ben, crossing his arms: “This shouldn’t even be a debate. Cereal first is OBJECTIVELY correct.”

Viktor, raising an eyebrow: “Then why do you all look so pressed?”

Allison, nodding: “Exactly. The fact that this argument is even HAPPENING means milk-first people know they’re wrong.”

Klaus gasps dramatically. “I feel so attacked.”

🥊 The Fight Escalates

Someone (probably Diego) throws a spoon.

Klaus retaliates by throwing a whole gallon of milk.

Five dodges it and teleports behind him.

“Oh, you wanna play dirty?”

Luther, still trying to make logical points while covered in cereal:

“Technically, milk-first gives you better control over milk-to-cereal ratio—”

Diego: “SHUT UP, TRAITOR.”

Lila, already pouring milk into a bowl just to piss people off.

You, physically restraining Five from committing an actual murder.

Ben and Allison just standing to the side, shaking their heads.

Viktor, watching the chaos unfold: “Is this really the dumbest thing we’ve ever fought about?”

Five, mid-teleport attack: “It’s up there.”

🔥 Final Verdict – The Cereal War Will Never End

✔ Nobody changes their mind.

✔ Everyone is now covered in milk and cereal.

✔ Five refuses to let it go. Lila keeps doing it to annoy him.

✔ Reginald walks in, takes one look, and immediately leaves.

thank you for reading!

xoxo, B

[tumblingghosts]

amazing. i love this. let the sibs brawl over insignificant things bc life is peaceful and good and there are no apocalypses to worry about but they still find aspects of life to bicker over like the chaotic people that they are 😌😌

[flaminghotcheetoos]

thank you so much. i’m glad you like it 💕 they definitely gonna bicker over something simple. even Reggie just give up on them.

[flaminghotcheetoos]

📸 If you sent a selfie to Five Hargreeves.

Pair : Five Hargreeves x y/n

here’s exactly how he’d react—externally vs. internally, because you know he’d never fully admit what he’s thinking.

📲 His Immediate Reaction (Texting You Back)

• He’d glance at his phone, see your picture, and barely react.

• He might raise an eyebrow, take a slow sip of his coffee, and type something like:

• “Huh. Fishing for compliments now?”

• “You look fine. Now, what do you want?”

• Or, if he’s really feeling smug: “And what exactly am I supposed to do with this?”

(Translation: He’s flustered but would rather die than admit it.)

😏 His Internal Monologue (What He’d Actually Be Thinking)

• “Damn. She knows what she’s doing.”

• “Great. Now I’m distracted.”

• “Of course she looks good. When does she not?”

• “She really thinks I’m going to react like some love-struck idiot? Cute.”

(Spoiler: He is a little love-struck, but he’d rather self-destruct than show it.)

🕶️ How He’d Really Show His Reaction

• He’d keep it cool over text, but later on? You’d notice he’s a little more territorial than usual.

• If another guy even looks at you the wrong way, he’s handling it.

• If you teased him about his lack of response? He’d smirk and say, “I saw it. I just don’t react like a fool over a pretty face.”

(Which, in Five-speak, means: “You look stunning, and I’ve been thinking about it all day.”)

Conclusion: Five’s Reaction to Your Picture?

✔ Play it cool, but it gets under his skin.

✔ Low-key flustered, but refuses to admit it.

✔ Internally possessive—now extra aware of who’s looking at you.

✔ Watches you closer afterward, just to make sure you know he noticed.

thank you for reading!

xoxo,

B. 💋

[flaminghotcheetoos]

i might’ve write about Attack on Titans too?

[flaminghotcheetoos]

🥣 The Great Cereal Before Milk vs. Milk Before Cereal Debate – Hargreeves Family Chaos Edition

Oh. Oh.

This started as a casual question.

Now? It’s a full-blown war.

Sides are forming. Arguments are escalating.

Someone (probably Diego) is about to throw something.

🔥 The Teams – Who Pours What First?

🥣 Team “Cereal First” (The Logical Ones)

Five – “Who the hell pours milk first? What kind of psychopath—”

You – “Exactly! Cereal first, like a normal person.”

Diego – “Yeah, because you need to SEE how much cereal you have before adding milk.”

Allison – “It’s just basic science.”

Ben – “Thank you. Finally, people with common sense.”

Main Arguments:

✔ “How do you know how much milk to pour if you don’t even have cereal in the bowl yet?”

✔ “You need crunch—not sad, soggy milk mush.”

✔ “This is how cereal was MEANT to be eaten.

🥛 Team “Milk First” (The Agents of Chaos)

Luther – “It prevents splashing!”

Klaus – “It’s ✨aesthetic✨.”

Lila – “It pisses people off. That’s why I do it.”

Viktor – “…I just don’t like my cereal floating.”

Main Arguments:

✔ “If you pour milk first, it keeps the cereal crisp on top.”

✔ “It’s cleaner. No mess. No splash.”

✔ “Cereal floating in milk feels wrong.”

✔ “Why are you all SO MAD about this?”

🔥 The Debate Begins 🔥

Five, pointing aggressively at Klaus: “Milk first? Really? You disgust me.”

Klaus, shrugging: “Listen, I live to bring chaos.”

Diego, glaring at Luther: “You’re the LAST person I expected to betray me. WE LITERALLY LOVE THE SAME CEREAL BRAND!”

Luther, defensive: “It’s efficient!

Lila, grinning: “I just like watching all of you lose your minds.”

You, pointing at Lila: “So you’re ADMITTING it’s wrong.”

Lila, smirking: “I never said that.”

Ben, crossing his arms: “This shouldn’t even be a debate. Cereal first is OBJECTIVELY correct.”

Viktor, raising an eyebrow: “Then why do you all look so pressed?”

Allison, nodding: “Exactly. The fact that this argument is even HAPPENING means milk-first people know they’re wrong.”

Klaus gasps dramatically. “I feel so attacked.”

🥊 The Fight Escalates

Someone (probably Diego) throws a spoon.

Klaus retaliates by throwing a whole gallon of milk.

Five dodges it and teleports behind him.

“Oh, you wanna play dirty?”

Luther, still trying to make logical points while covered in cereal:

“Technically, milk-first gives you better control over milk-to-cereal ratio—”

Diego: “SHUT UP, TRAITOR.”

Lila, already pouring milk into a bowl just to piss people off.

You, physically restraining Five from committing an actual murder.

Ben and Allison just standing to the side, shaking their heads.

Viktor, watching the chaos unfold: “Is this really the dumbest thing we’ve ever fought about?”

Five, mid-teleport attack: “It’s up there.”

🔥 Final Verdict – The Cereal War Will Never End

✔ Nobody changes their mind.

✔ Everyone is now covered in milk and cereal.

✔ Five refuses to let it go. Lila keeps doing it to annoy him.

✔ Reginald walks in, takes one look, and immediately leaves.

thank you for reading!

xoxo, B

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not me trying to research how to make masterlist on tumblr

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me and my impulsive and overthinking thoughts is cooking something right now. i wanna write something. but i might start with The Umbrella Academy Fandom.

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Rightfully deceived

Chapter 8

Summary: When a marriage promise forces Y/N to step up for her younger sister, she gets something she always wanted. But when the truth comes out, her new husband Dean is not so happy about the mix-up. Will she loose it all? Or will she be surprised in the end?

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 5669 (again, I'm sorry! 🫣)

Warnings: everything a finale might entail.

A/N: It's done! This beast of an ending is finished! I hope you all will like it the way I do! 😃 All mistakes are mine! Enjoy!

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The whole day went well. In fact, the whole of last week had gone pretty well. Dean hadn't known exactly what would happen if Y/N's family came to visit. Her father wasn't much different than before the wedding. But Helena...

He didn't know how he imagined they would meet, but he definitely didn't expect her to immediately seek his company. At first Dean had been unsure how to act. But then he fell back into old behavior patterns quite easily. And the more time he spent with the younger of the two sisters, the more it felt like back then. It took him back to the time when he had courted her.

But this time Helena seemed to be more open towards him, as if she was now more able to get involved with him and that did something to him. There were these moments over and over again, the smallest moments. They came soft and quietly, like a gentle touch, and whispered to him that it could always be like this. Then every time he looked over at Helena as she laughed and looked for him, he remembered what he had originally wanted. She had been the woman he had wanted to marry from the start. And the way it was right now, it could be like this forever.

Even though November was slowly coming to an end and it was noticeably cold, today the sun shone down from a bright blue sky and lit the way for them during their little ride. By now they were on the way back and Dean was telling a story from his childhood. The blonde woman at his side seemed to be listening attentively, eventhough she barely participated in the conversation.

And so a few minutes later he came to the end of his story and they rode on in silence. Even now she still didn't say much about herself. That made Dean a little suspicious, but he already knew that from her.

After they rode over the last hill, his castle came into view again and suddenly his heart felt a little heavy. Y/N’s face appeared in his mind’s eye and he frowned. How different sisters could be. His wife had told him a lot about herself. From the beginning he felt like she shared almost everything with him and secretly he had liked it. And once he had let her in, once he had overcome his anger after she fell sick, he started to like her.

The days they spent together were light and happy. They shared stories and made small memories. Her experience as a leader of the house was surprisingly giving him a big support. After her mother had sadly died, she had to step up and Dean realized at one point that they had a lot in common.

And they started to share the nights together. After they had sex the second time in the morning he got reminded on what he had liked about her the first night. Her scent was still so intoxicating. He had ordered her soap so that she would not run out of it for a while. Her body soft and warm and she still fitted right into his arms, over time he couldn't get enough of her. How confusing this all was. In his mind he had a clear vision, but his heart seemed to want something else.

When they arrived back in front of the castle, Helena's father was already coming towards them. Dean got off his horse, handed it over to Benny, who was already waiting, and then helped Helena dismount. They smiled at each other briefly before the young woman turned to her father.

"Pack your things, daughter. We will leave first thing in the morning."

"Really?" she asked, sounding a bit surprised.

Her father just nodded. Huh. The disappointment at this news didn't spread through Dean as much as he thought it would. Of course he thought it was a shame that she was leaving again, but somehow he had internally expected a stronger reaction on his part.

The second person who came out of the castle towards them was Ellen. With a quick step she stopped in front of Dean and told him what had happened just an hour before and that Y/N had almost been seriously injured. This news, on the other hand, triggered a lot of things in him. Ellen immediately showed him the place where the large stone figure was still lying on the ground. With a searching look, Dean looked up and immediately recognized the spot where the figure had been placed. Weird. Normally the anchor wouldn't just break like that. It was solid craftsmanship.

"Nothing happened to her, luckily." Ellen Dean answered a question he was about to ask. "But she's upstairs now. That... shook her up quite a bit."

Dean could well imagine that. Still, an inner feeling urged him to check on his wife and make sure she was okay. With a curt nod, he turned around and made his way into the inside of the castle when his eyes fell on Helena again, who smiled at him. This caused his steps to slow slightly for a moment before he hurried again.

Mixed feelings accompanied him up the stairs. Dean hadn't expected that seeing Helena again would upset him so much. It was as if he had been reminded of the shame of the false wedding and the woman he actually wanted. A woman who also seemed to be looking for his company. He ignored the small doubt that arose in his mind as to why she hadn't come to the wedding herself.

When he reached the bedroom door, he took a quick breath before opening the door and stepping inside. But as soon as he closed it behind him again, Y/N suddenly ended up in his arms. The slight impact meant that he had to briefly correct his stance. His arms automatically closed around Y/N and the calm that suddenly spread through him grounded him. But he only allowed this feeling for a moment.

He slowly peeled her out of his embrace and put a few steps distance between the two of them. He leaned down a little to look her in the eyes and examined her for a moment.

"Are you okay?" he asked and Y/N nodded her head.

Relief flooded through Dean and he closed his eyes briefly. But then he let go of Y/N and put more steps between the two of them as he ran his hand over his mouth in thought. Y/N was now his wife. The one he didn't actually want and yet she brought out more emotions in him than he would have liked.

"I think that was planned. I mean... something like that doesn't just fall off the wall, does it?" Y/N continued, bringing Dean's attention back to her.

"No, not really. At least it shouldn't." he replied.

"I think that...someone is still targeting me."

"Y/N..."

"Please Dean, just think about it. This... this can't be a coincidence!"

He was about to contradict her, but this time he couldn't. This action seemed strange even to him. But he still couldn't imagine who it could really be and why. So he just said nothing. He couldn't have guessed that he was only fueling Y/N's insecurity.

"Don't you think so?" So Y/N asked again.

"I... I'm not sure." was all he could say.

But he didn't need to say more, because Y/N could already feel the distance that was now spreading between them again. The brief moment in which she had finally felt close to him again, in which he might have believed her without a doubt, was gone and that scared her.

"Why are we drifting apart again, Dean?" So she asked with her heart pounding and received a surprised look from her husband. "What happened to us in the last week?"

Now Dean turned away from her. "It's not that easy, Y/N." and it wasn't.

But another thing became clear to him. He needed to sort out his feelings and he couldn't do that here. Not if he continued to share a room with Y/N. So he grabbed some clothes and his soap. Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"What...what are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm going to sleep in a different room tonight. Just for... tonight." Dean then told her.

"What?" Y/N was now starting to panic a little.

"I... need time to think. This is all... kind of confusing."

"You mean your feelings for Helena." she threw back at him and he heard her hurt.

"That too, yes," he admitted. "Look, I'm just trying to be honest here."

"But Dean... we're married now. Shouldn't we... talk about it?"

He couldn't leave her alone now. Again. Not after what had happened today. Shouldn't he be over Helena by now? Otherwise he wouldn't have finally gotten involved with Y/N. Or would he?

"I just need the distance now. Besides, Helena and your father are going home tomorrow morning. So..."

With this news, his behavior made sense, of course. But it still hurt Y/N again.

"Oh, I see. Because you can't bear the thought of her leaving... and then you'll be here alone with me again."

The words had a sharp undertone, but Dean immediately heard between the lines what she meant. "I didn't say that. Y/N..."

"I'm really sorry that it's such a pain to be married to me." she whispered now, tears beginning to gather in her eyes.

"No, it's not like that. But..." he broke off his sentence. He didn't want to see her so hurt, but he also knew that his words wouldn't make it any better.

"But what?" Y/N asked anyway.

"I... I always just wanted to marry Helena. Not you." he still said it now.

And the same old story again. She was the woman nobody wanted. Everyone always just wants Helena. And even though she was the big sister and had to take care of her, she had had enough now. Too much was too much.

"But she never wanted to marry you!" she angrily shouted at him. "The whole time you were courting her, she only put up with it because our father wanted it that way!"

"What?" Dean frowned and looked questioningly at Y/N.

"She never loved you. She didn't even like you. And on the night of the wedding, she ran off with the man she had really loved for years to get married to him instead of you."

"Wait a minute..." so that was the reason why Y/N stepped in for Helena? No, that couldn't be.

"His name is Peter and he worked for my father. She fell for him immediately. And when our father forced the wedding on her, she came to me and begged me to help her. That's why I stepped in for her and married you."

Telling him the whole truth was, surprisingly, a very liberating feeling. It was finally out. Finally he knew the real reason for all this. But she also knew that it would feel different for Dean to know that now.

"That... that can't be." he said to himself, although it sounded pretty logical all in all.

"She never wanted you, Dean." now Y/N's anger had faded and she felt slightly exhausted from the whole day. But she still wasn't quite done. "But... I do."

"That... I..." But Dean didn't seem to have heard her, as lost in thought as he seemed. "I can't do this right now. We... we'll see each other tomorrow."

And with these last words he turned to the door and opened it. He had just stepped into the hallway when Y/N gathered all her courage.

"I love you, Dean!" she called after him, but the door had already slammed shut again, leaving her alone in the room.

"Why can't you see that?"

The next morning, Dean said goodbye to Helena and her father. Sam and Benny stood by his side and all three watched as the carriage slowly drove away. A strange feeling had settled in Dean's stomach. He had been thinking about what Y/N had told him all night and yet he still couldn't quite believe it.

Could he really have been so wrong about Helena? All the conversations they had had, all the time they had spent together, was it really all just a lie? And yet... even if he didn't normally put much faith in his intuition, it told him that this could all be possible.

After he had enough time last night to think about everything, he remembered that he knew this Peter. He had seen him several times when he was visiting them and he had not missed the look he had given Helena. But he didn't get a chance to think about it any further, because suddenly Sam's hand landed on his shoulder.

"So, where is Y/N?" his brother asked. "Didn't she want to say goodby to her family?"

"I don't know." Dean answered. "I haven't seen her this morning."

Sam and Benny exchanged a meaningful look, but Dean didn't notice. He was still too lost in thought.

"Okay." Sam said and turned his brother around who looked at him questioningly now. "I think we need to talk."

Y/N heard the carriage drive away, but didn't want to get up. She had barely slept all night and didn't want to say goodbye to her father and sister. And from the looks of things, they didn't mind either.

After a few more quiet moments, she finally stood up. She put on her dress and made her hair, but she again felt sick to her stomache. Something that has occurred every morning all week. She thought that once her family was gone, she would feel better. But after what happened with Dean, the feeling would probably last a little longer.

Even if she didn't want to, she had to show her face at some point. So she went out into the hallway and immediately ran into Millie, who was about to knock on her door. Her friend was slightly startled, but then seemed relieved when she saw that Y/N was okay.

"They're gone." Millie said.

"I know." Y/N answered.

An understanding silence spread between the two women, because they didn't need to say anything more.

"How about breakfast? You didn't eat anything last night, Y/N."

"I know, but I just can't eat anything at the moment."

"Are you still feeling sick? It's been like this for almost a week now." Millie asked worried.

"Yes, but it's probably just an upset stomach because of the whole situation here. It will definitely pass." she tried to calm her friend down and it seemed to work.

"Okay, but let me get you at least a cup of tea, okay?"

"Yes, please." Y/N smiled. "Go ahead. I'll be right there."

Millie nodded, smiling as well, and made her way back downstairs. As soon as her friend disappeared from her field of vision, Y/N took a quick breath and gathered her nerves before she too wanted to set off.

"Y/N?" she heard a familiar voice behind her. When she turned around, she realized that it was Alex.

"Alex, hey." She said friendly.

"Is Dean with you?" he asked and looked around.

"No, he is not." she actually did not want to think about him before she stood infront of him, but something in Alex's voice seemed off. "Why? Did something happen?"

"Sam and I were just up on the tower and we found something. We wanted to show him."

Now her interest was aroused and she took a few steps towards Alex. "What exactly did you find?"

"From the looks of things, the figure did not fall down on its own, but someone helped it." explained Alex.

This surprised Y/N, but in the end this statement only confirmed her own suspicions. So someone was after her after all. She had to see it with her own eyes.

"I knew it! I would also like to see it and talk to Sam about it."

"Oh, yeah. Sure!" Alex nodded obviously slightly taken aback. "I'll take you up to Sam and then I'll find Dean. That's no problem."

"Then let's go!" said Y/N and Alex cleared the way for her to go ahead.

He pointed her in the direction and waited until she had passed him so that he could walk behind her and Y/N couldn't see the large kitchen knife that was in the back of his belt.

With a whiskey in hand, Dean, Sam and Benny sat in front of the fireplace in the dining hall. Dean was still kinda confused on what Sam was on about, but he welcomed the amber liquid anyways. Sam turned around to see if they were alone in the room, before he started to talk.

"Okay, Dean. What is wrong with you?" he asked quite bluntly.

"What?"

"You seemed so happy in the last month with Y/N. And then her family comes to visit and you change that suddenly."

"It's not that easy, Sam." Dean grumbled and put his glass down in the ground infront of him.

"Yeah, no. I get it. You wanted to marry Helena. I know. But you ended up with Y/N and the two of you seemed to match really well."

"She's one of a kind, brother." Benny agreed with Sam.

"Yeah, yeah, but I catched feelings for Helena!" Dean exclaimed. "That nobody wants to understand this!"

"So that's the reason why you treat Y/N so badly?" Sam asked straight forward.

"I... I treat her badly? Are you serious?" Now Dean got angry.

"You ignored her and just did not care about her. You focused solely on Helena." Benny explained.

"We... we were reconnecting." Now Dean stood up again. "I don't even know why I have to explain myself to you."

"I'm only asking you because I want to understand what's wrong with you, Dean." Sam also stood up now. "Because the Dean I know would never treat a woman like that."

Dean huffed. "I brought Y/N here with me, didn't I? She's here now and I didn't break the deal with her father. So don't tell me I'm treating her badly."

"She has feelings for you, Dean," Sam replied.

"Oh, what nonsense." Dean waved it off and half turned his back on the two men. But the memory of how he had imagined last night that Y/N had called after him that she loved him came right back to him.

"Anyone can see that." Now Benny stood up too.

"But I have much more in common with Helena than with Y/N."

"Really? Like what?" Sam challenged.

"Sam, c'mon."

"No, Dean. I would really love to hear that."

"Well..." Dean gave in. "First of all, the thing about children. I definitely want to have children, in the near future, and Helena wants that too."

"No, brother." Benny now intervened. "That was Y/N. Y/N said that, not Helena. We were all standing at the stables and watching the horses. That was... on the first or second day after they arrived."

Now Dean frowned slightly and thought about it. But it didn't take long for Dean to remember. "Oh. Yes. Okay, you're right, Benny. But... that's not the only thing."

"And what else do you have in common?"

And then Dean started to list. He remembered all the conversations he had had with Helena and the points in which they were so similar. Whether it was about the future of his business, protecting his clan against the redcoats. A possible future in America or their favorite pie.

"And for our honeymoon we wanted to travel across the sea to France. So that Helena could see the stars on the high seas at night," he almost enthused.

"But Dean..." now Sam looked confused. "Everything you just said, every single point, was not said by Helena, but by Y/N."

"No, no, no." Dean shook his head in disbelief. "It was Helena."

"No, it was not! Helena only wants to travel in the near future. She wants to enjoy life and spent a lot of money... basically." Summarized Sam Helena's words in his own way. "She never said anything else."

"You're wrong, Sam."

"No, I am not! I was there too when you talked about these things!"

But Dean didn't want to believe it. He folded his arms in front of his chest and shook his head. None of this was true. He couldn't be so wrong, he hadn't imagined it. Helena had said that, not Y/N.

But Sam didn't want to give up so quickly. "Did you hear that she ran away on the night of the wedding to marry another man?"

"How...?" Dean's eyes widened in surprise.

"Millie heard Helena tell Y/N. Unfortunately, the guy was already married. He even has a son!"

Y/N hadn't told him that last night. Dean let his arms fall again. Something wasn't right here.

"And something else..." now Sam came up to Dean and looked him straight in the eyes. "The thing about seeing stars on the open sea... that was Y/N's wish. Because her mum..."

"...had told her about it so often when she was little." Dean finished the sentence in a whisper and looked at Sam in surprise.

And suddenly everything was there again. The memories, of the conversations. The real memories. Dean saw them one after the other in his mind's eye and he had to sit down. He had heard every word Y/N had ever said. No matter when it was, no matter how often he had visited, she was always there. And something else was there again too.

His memories of the first meeting with Y/N. Her warm gaze and friendly smile. Her shimmering eyes that made his heart beat a little faster. How could he have forgotten that? How could Helena have blinded him that much? It was Y/N. From the beginning, it had always been just Y/N.

When Y/N got to the top of the tower, it didn't take her long to realize that Sam wasn't there. Alex had already closed the door behind her and she turned to him questioningly. She was about to ask him where Sam was, but the look on Alex's face made her stop.

"You're really making it too easy." Alex said and then carefully pulled out the knife.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock and she took a few steps back. She raised her hands defensively.

"What... what are you doing, Alex?" but the young man wasn't listening to her.

"I was actually hoping that my little gift would make you run away, but somehow it didn't work. On the contrary, it brought you and Dean even closer together."

What? Y/N couldn't believe her ears. Alex. It was Alex who was behind all this. That couldn't be true.

"Although..." he pointed at her with the knife and took a few steps back and forth. "At first, things didn't look so bad for me when you were lying in the stable in the cold. I didn't tell anyone that I saw you there because I thought you would freeze to death that night anyway. Then I wouldn't have had to get my hands dirty."

Y/N still remembered that. She had seen Alex walking through the stable when she was hiding there from Dean and had been relieved that Alex hadn't seen her. How foolish of her.

"But then Benny had to find you the next morning. He was in the stable before me, even though I was awake so early. That annoyed me even more because I couldn't be sure that you had actually died already."

The coldness with which Alex spoke made Y/N freeze. She had gotten to know the young man as so friendly and nice that she couldn't imagine that he actually had such an evil side to him. That he was actually capable of something like murder, but apparently she hadn't known him well enough. Because he had cleverly hidden this side from her. And he had kept this side secret not only from her, but also from everyone else.

"So I had to think of something else. But you know what? It wasn't easy because suddenly Dean wouldn't let you out of his sight. You were terribly stuck together."

Y/N carefully looked over her shoulder, but she couldn't see anyone in front of the castle. What should she do now? She had to stay calm and hope that Alex made a mistake. Calling for help was not an option. That might cause Alex to react frantically and she would put herself in danger.

"So I had to wait for a suitable opportunity again. Unfortunately, it seemed to take longer than I thought. After a month, I already felt like I had to come up with something more drastic. Separate you somehow or something. But then your family came to visit and luck was on my side again."

"The statue..." Y/N realized.

"Exactly!" Alex smiled, but not for long. "It took forever to cut the damn thing off without anyone noticing. And when you were finally in the right place, I dropped it. But of course Ellen, our head mom, had to notice and save you."

The contempt with which he uttered the last sentence was written all over his face. He came another step closer and Y/N's heart began to race in her chest. She kept her eyes on the knife.

"So I had to get creative again and look where we are now, just one day later."

"You... you don't have to do this." she stuttered, still keeping her eyes on Alex.

"Aahh, see? You're wrong there." Alex shifted his stance slightly to the side. "That's all I have to do."

And then he leapt forward and swung the knife.

"Dean! Sam!" Millie shouted as she came running into the dining hall.

Sam was up on his feet first. "Millie? What's wrong?"

"It's Alex! The one who is after Y/N! It's Alex!" She came to a halt right infront of Sam.

"What?" All three men said, but not just them.

Ellen stood in the doorway with two other maids and Cassie behind them. All women looked shocked and for a second nobody said a word. But then Sam came back to his sense.

"Wait, how do you know?" He asked.

"I was just upstairs looking for Y/N. She's not feeling well in the last days and I met her in the hallway. We talked and then I went ahead to go down first. But just when I rounded the corner, I heared Alex's voice and I stopped in my tracks." Now she was looking at Sam. "He had said to her that he just had been up on the tower with you."

Dean didn't need to hear anything more. With a determined look on his face, he jumped up and immediately made his way upstairs. Sam and Benny also started running when Millie called for Sam again.

"He had a big kitchen knife with him!"

Now Sam's expression darkened. He turned around once more to take a loaded shotgun from the cupboard next to the stairs and then continued upstairs.

At the last second, Y/N managed to dodge it with a jump, but that brought her to the edge of the tower wall. Alex, on the other hand, almost fell to the ground, but was just able to catch himself. But now pure anger was visible on his face.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N asked and got back on her feet.

Now Alex looked at her a little astonished. "You really still don't know that?"

Y/N kept her back to the wall and Alex came to a stop just a few steps away from her. The door was now behind him again. The woman infront of him only shook her head no.

Alex huffed. "Well, for Cassie, of course!" he said, looking like it was the most logical answer in the world.

What he didn't notice was the door behind him opening quietly and carefully. Y/N, however, saw it all too well and hoped he wouldn't notice.

"So... did she put you up to it?"

"What? No! Oh god, no. She has no idea about it."

Now the barrel of a gun was visible and then Y/N saw two green eyes directed at her. She would recognize these eyes anywhere and her heart leapt with hope. Still, she had to tear her gaze away from the door and force herself not to look there anymore.

"But I... thought you would love her?"

"I do! That's why I'm doing this!" Alex exclaimed.

"That... does not make sense... don't you think?" tried Y/N to distract him.

"Of course it does!" But when Alex looked at her face he realized that she really didn't understand what he meant and so he started to explain it to her.

"I love Cassie and I want her to be happy. Unfortunately, she doesn't love me, which I can't change. But she loves Dean and she said herself that she can only be happy with him."

Okay, that wasn't anything new for Y/N, but somehow she had a bad feeling about what he was getting at.

"But as long as you're here, she won't be able to be happy with Dean and that's why I have to kill you. So that Cassie can finally take this chance and be happy."

Meanwhile, Dean had stepped through the door and had the shotgun aimed at Alex's head. Behind him, Y/N noticed that Sam and Benny were also there and seemed to be getting ready.

"But if you kill me, Dean will marry Helena. Because that's who he originally wanted to marry, not me."

Now Alex thought for a moment, but quickly recovered. "If it really comes to that, I'll think of something. But now shut up and let me finally kill you!"

The young man was just about to jump forward again when he heard Dean's voice behind him.

"I'd think about that again, son of a bitch!"

Alex looked back in shock, but didn't even have time to take another step. The shot from the gun could be heard across the entire castle. It hit Alex right between the eyes, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps and then fall over the tower wall.

Dean didn't waste another second, dropped the gun to the ground and ran straight to Y/N. He took her face in his hands and saw tears forming in her eyes.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"No, he did not hurt me. I'm fine, Dean."

But then Y/N broke down. She began to sob wildly, letting her tears flow freely and clinging to Dean. He immediately took her in his arms and held her tightly while giving her a kiss on her hairline.

"It's over." Dean reassured her. "It's finally all over."

It took a little longer until everyone was back down from the tower. Especially since Y/N didn't want to let go of Dean. He took her down to the kitchen, where Ellen had already prepared a hot cup of tea for her. He slowly released her from his arms so she could sit on a chair. Y/N had calmed down a bit, but her tears hadn't all dried up yet. Ellen touched her lightly on the shoulder and pushed the cup a little closer to her.

"Drink this. It calms the nerves." which in turn meant that Ellen had put a sip of whiskey in the tea. "I'll leave you alone then." and with a gentle smile she disappeared.

"Dean..." Y/N begann, but she did not come very far.

"I'm sorry!" He blurted out. "I'm sorry about everything!"

Y/N had expected everything, but not that. And so she stayed quiet for a moment because she didn't know what to answer or how to react. But she didn't have to wait long for an explanation, because Dean looked at her determinedly and continued.

"I should have believed you. All of this... is so damned my fault. It's only because of me that you got into this situation." He ran his hand through his hair. "Just because I was such an idiot..."

"Dean..." she tried again, but even on the second attempt she didn't get very far.

"I love you." now Y/N was stunned and her eyes widened in utter surprise. "I love you since the first time I Iaid eyes on you."

Again, Y/N felt emotions rising within her and she looked closely at Dean. But she could see nothing but honesty and sincerity in his eyes and so she just let him continue talking.

"But I was just too blind to see it. It took me so long to really see it and so much had to happen for me to finally see it clearly. Sam and Benny also had to talk to me so that I could see my mistakes. But now I know, I know for sure."

Y/N was holding her breath, the tea long forgotten.

"When I look at you, I see the future and I guess I always have. I think I was just too cowardly to admit it to myself. But now I never want to give it up again. I want to spend my life with you, until the end of our days."

And Dean was completely serious. Deep down he knew that was exactly what he was feeling. He was wearing his heart on his sleeve, but the longer Y/N remained silent, the more he became afraid that it might already be too late. But then his wife started sobbing again before she spoke.

"I would be careful with what you say because if you really mean it... then I swear you will never get rid of me." and then she smiled at Dean, while relief and happiness flooded through him at these words.

"I couldn't imagine anything better."

A/N: Aaaand we're done! I'm happy and sad at the same time. 🥹🥹🥹 But I was thinking... since we had so many up's and down's, who would want an epiloge? 🫣 Feedback is very much appreciated! 💜

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omg i can’t believe i’m late to this chapter 😭😭

i knew it was Alex! i knew it. but i was too blinded by my hatred towards the father and cassie. they’re really suspicious tho.

love the happy ending. i love how it turns out dean was actually confused by his feeling towards the sisters. i have a feeling that his feeling towards Helena was like ‘she’s really pretty.” and that’s it.

but for y/n, he was like, “i can see that she’s my future but i’m kinda scared that i might be wrong about that.”

btw, thankyou for this awesome story. can’t wait to see your other works. you’re my favorite writer now ❤️❤️❤️

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born to be his controversially young girlfriend forced to read fan fiction about him