ONE-SHOTS (YouTubers x Reader) [BOOK 2]

Thanksgiving {Anti x Reader} (Part 3?)

That picture above have nothing to do with anything, I just think it's funny.

Idea by @StaticGlitchWitch
Requested by @hercega
If you remember in book one there was a two part mini series where it was a Supernatural crossover, and the reader was the daughter of Dean and Cas, and marrying Anti. I'm writing this as if it's a third part, but you don't really need to read the first two parts to understand. All that's important is the chapter has the ships Destiel and Sabriel. Both of which have nephilim children because fanfic logic. The reader is the daughter of Dean and Cas as I said, and Adam is the son of Sam and Gabe. Oh and I consider Jack (Nougat Jack not YouTuber Jack) as the readers half brother.

I'll be avoiding season finale spoilers, so it should be safe, but feel free to skip if you ain't caught up and don't trust it.

(Y/n) P.O.V.

Thanksgiving...The holidays can be a challenge with my family, mostly because Anti is still afraid of my dads, and they give him reasons to. We've been married two years, and they won't let up. Anyways, we were going to the bunker for Thanksgiving, with all the Septic egos, and Jack, as well. Despite having been together for so long, none of the Septics, including Anti, have actually seen the bunker. My family decided to keep private, and come to us for holidays when they could. But I guess they wanted to stay home this year. I'm annoyed because I still basically have to host. I'm the only one that's capable of making edible food besides Chase, so he will be my friend in the kitchen.

Walking into the bunker, I look at all their initial reactions. They all look in awe. I see my dads at the bottom of the stairs, so I hand the grocery bad to Anti, and rush down to hug them. "Hey guys, happy Thanksgiving!" They each hug me as Uncle Sam and Gabe walk in. "Happy Thanksgiving!" I greet them as well, and beckon the egos down. "Okay boys, Chase and I will be cooking for next few hours. I want the table set up, the large one for all of us, and please be nice to them all, Dad!" I grab the bags from Anti, pressing a quick kiss to him. "If Dark pops up, I need you to play nice here, okay? Get rid of him the non stabby way." He pouts, but nods, and allows me to leave, Chase in tow.

Anti P.O.V.

Everyone scattered a bit in the room, trying to hide the awkward feeling. Myself especially. I'd never been more threatened by anyone like I am (Y/n)'s dads, more specifically Dean...besides (Y/n) herself. "You guys can look around if you'd like." Sam says. "But don't touch anything." Dean butts in. They head off in different directions leaving Cas and Gabe still in the room. Adam and her brother are nowhere to be found. I quietly look around the main room. Everything in here looks like something at an antique shop. It is fascinating, but also terrifying that everything in here has the potential to kill me. I get close to one of the knives, looking at the intricate design on it. I reach out a bit to poke at it, being me and it, but a voice speaks up behind me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I jump slightly, turning to face Gabe. "You're lucky it's just me. If it had been old Dean-o, you'd be dead right now." He chuckles, but I don't find it amusing. "Relax. Anyways, the knife is a demon knife. Probably not a good idea for you to touch it." Well isn't that nice. Although the thought of using it on Dark is funny. Gabe notices the look on my face. "Trust me when I say I know a mischievous look when I see one. Don't think about. Anyway, candy?" He sets a bowl down, filled with what appears to be reeses pieces and m&ms. I shrug, and take some. "Not much of a talker are you?" I smirk. "I was told to hold my tongue. Might get me stabbed around here." He smirks too. "You and me both."

Marvin P.O.V.

Once they had given the okay, I immediately wandered off. This place had to be filled with amazing secrets and spells and wonders and more. Excitedly, I find myself in a library, filled with so many shelves of so many books. It's is glorious. The thought of all the magic or wardings I could find in here, practically has me jumping up and down like a little kid. My only block? (Y/n)'s uncle sits in the middle of the room, flipping through a book with a stern expression. He must have felt my presence though because he looks up. He doesn't seem surprised, and rather, gives a tight smile. Like he expected it. Maybe (Y/n) mentioned something.