#How Orange Challenge- Weekly Prompts

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How Orange Challenge- Weekly Prompts

I’ve been trying to get back into blogging more often. When I get a bit of time to do that I usually go online and look around at other blogs. Today I found this challenge: Weekly Prompts Color Challenge- Mainly Orange. So, to join in I looked through some of my photo collection and found a few to fit. I tried to find some different ones, things you wouldn’t usually expect. Like an orange, or a…

[newtthetranswriter]

Stargazing Questions

(why are there no gifs of Bickslow this should be illegal)

Word Count: 1426

Paring: Bickslow x gn! Reader

Summary: You were supposed to spend the day with Bickslow but the rest of the Thunder Legion had other plans. Luckily the day still ends better than you expected after a nighttime stroll through the park and some stargazing.

Warnings: none really, maybe Ooc Bickslow

A/n: Hello, welcome to my first Bickslow oneshot, I’ve done some headcanons for him but I felt that he needed his own piece as well. Also this is for the weekly challenge in the X reader community that I’m in, the prompt was stargazing at night. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate.

   As the day dragged on with nothing really happening within the Fairy Tail guild hall. I had originally planned to spend the day with Bickslow, but Freed and Evergreen decided that they wanted to take a job and so they dragged Bickslow along with them. So now I sat at the bar occasionally talking with Mira, while wishing they would hurry up with the job. It was a simple one that in all honesty Freed could have done solo, but they’re a team so of course they all had to go.

   “You know sitting there moping isn’t going to bring him back any quicker.” Mira said, noticing the disappointed look on my face.

   I sighed, laying my head in my crossed arms on top of the bar. “I know, I just wish he could take a day off more than once every month. Plus we were planning to spend the day together and now the sun is about to set and we were only able to eat breakfast together.” I grumbled.

  She just laughed while wiping out a glass. “He is part of the Thunder Legion after all, it’s no surprise that he takes a lot of jobs. But they should be back soon, so don’t fret too much about it.” She said with her usual cheerful smile.

   I nodded, before I could say anything else, the sound of the Guild doors opening cut me off. Turning my attention to the front of the guild, I couldn't hide my anticipation as I waited for whoever it was to fully enter the guild. Much to my relief it was the team of three I had been waiting for. Jumping up from my spot, I rushed over pulling Bickslow into a hug, earning a laugh from him and chuckles from his two companions as they left us. “I missed you today.” I spoke into his chest.

   I felt him rub his hand up my back as he placed a soft kiss to the top of my head. “I missed you too. Sorry I skipped out on our plans, Freed was being a baby about going solo and made us tag along.” He explained as he pulled away slightly. Looking up at him I couldn’t help but smile, being in his arms after such a long day was always relaxing. “What do you say we go for a walk in the park to make up for me leaving earlier?” He suggested, followed by a chorus of ‘walk’ and ‘park’ from his babies that floated close by.

   Thinking for a second, I nodded as I pulled away from the hug. Grabbing his hand I pulled him out of the guild hall. “A walk in the park sounds fun, but Freed owes me lunch after taking you away like that.” I said laughing as we made our way through the streets of Magnolia.

   When finally reached the park, the sun had almost set completely painting the sky in shades of pink, red and orange with the majority being a dark blue with stars slowly starting to appear. As we walked we discussed how our day had gone. Bickslow talking about how the job had gone and how he really didn’t have to go. I told him about the numerous fights that happened in the guild hall, most of which were caused by Natsu and Gray. We also joked about what we were going to make Freed do as payback for messing up our plans for the day.

    We walked around for about an hour before we realized the sun had fully set. “We should probably head home.” Bickslow suggested as we got closer to the exit of the park.

    I was about to agree with him when an idea popped into my head. “Why don’t we watch the stars for a bit? The sky is clear so we might be able to see a few shooting stars if we’re lucky.” I suggested, pulling him towards the grass where we would be able to see the sky clearly. Picking a good spot I laid down on the grass looking up at the stars, patting the space next to me. I heard him chuckle before he laid down next to me.

   It was silent for a few minutes as we both watched the stars. “Aren’t they amazing?” I broke the silence, talking about how mesmerizing the twinkling lights are. When I didn’t get an immediate response I turned to face Bickslow to see if he had fallen asleep. But what I was met with was his beautiful red eyes looking directly at me, his helmet discarded on his other side. “What are you looking at?” I asked, trying to hide the fact that having him look at me like that sent chills down my spine.

  “Just looking at something more mesmerizing than some lights in the sky.” I had not been expecting that response. Sure we had been together for awhile and even lived together but hearing the playful and loud Bickslow say something that sweet was shocking.

  Taking a second to process what he said I focused on another fact. “Umm, okay but why’d you take your helmet off? Not that I don’t like it, I love it honestly, but you never take it off outside of the house or the guild.” I said, getting a little flustered. It was true he never took his helmet off anywhere someone he didn’t know might see his face.

   It was his turn to pause, after gathering whatever was running through his mind, he stood up. Turning to me, he reached out his hands signaling he wanted me to stand up with him. Once I was standing he looked very serious before he started speaking. “I wanted to see your face clearly when I asked you this.” He spoke clearly, and even though I understood what he was saying, I didn't understand why he was saying it. I gave him a confused look, signaling for him to continue. “While it’s true Freed and Evergreen dragged me along on the job today, it’s my fault we took so long to get back. On our way back I saw something in a shop window and I had to buy it.” Bickslow continued to explain, bordering on the line of rambling. He took a second to breath before looking me in the eyes again, as if realizing I was confused by what he was saying he sighed. “I wasn’t going to ask you this until I was able to give you a day of just the two of us but seeing so happy to see me when I got back plus how beautiful you looked while watching the stars, I don’t think I can wait.” I watched confused as he pulled a small box from his pocket and opened it, revealing a simple yet gorgeous ring. “Will you marry me?” The smile on his face did nothing to cover how nervous he truly was but it was clear he meant it.

   Not missing a beat, I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into a tight hug. “Of course, I’ll marry you.” I said burying my face in his neck.

   I felt him return the hug before he pulled away to put the ring on my finger. “I love you so much. Thank you for dealing with me and all the crazy things I’ve done in the past.” He said, placing a kiss on my hand after the ring was in place.

   “You don’t have to thank me for loving you.” I said pulling him in for a real kiss this time. After we broke apart the sudden silence around us was relaxing, that is until I noticed something missing. “Wait a second Bickslow where are your dolls?” I finally noticed that the mini totems hadn’t been echoing his words since we got to the park.

  He chuckled. “I sent them home, I figured they’d ruin the moment if I actually worked up the courage to ask you.” He explained.

  I nodded understanding why he did it. “Well I think now would be a good time to head home. Because as much as I’d love to spend the night out here with you, we are going to have a long day tomorrow.” I said, leaning down to grab his helmet before handing it back to him. “After all, once the guild sees the ring they’re all going to go crazy asking questions.” Bickslow nodded as he pulled me to his side, for us to walk home together.

(Dividers by @/cafekitsune)

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The 12th Day of Writemas 🎄🤶🎅🌟🎶🕯️

Thank you again @agirlandherquill for the Writemas tag game/writing prompt/writing challenge! 🥁🔔⛸️🧝You can find the rules to this tag/prompt/challenge in the invitation post

For the prompts of Day 12 I chose the crushing of disappointment. I quickly thought of a scene in The Blood Cleaners where Joselyn experiences severe disappointment, so I took advantage of this prompt to rewrite the scene. I'm glad I did as this Draft 2 version does better with character development and emotion. Thanks again ❤️🤍💚

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The ragdoll’s red thread lips puckered. She gazed with her eyes of black thread. Her black yarn hair was covered in red and orange ribbons. The doll wore a miniature version of a farmer girl uniform, complete with a plaid shirt and overalls. 

“Nice doll,” Justin said.

Joselyn raised her doll. “Gatita thanks you for the compliment.”

“Gatita?”

Joselyn wrapped her hands around the doll. “That’s what I call her. I’ve had her ever since I learned how to walk. My abuelita hand stitched her.” 

Justin thought back to his only toy, a wooden blue painted car that he enjoyed all of his days as a four year old. When the car mysteriously got lost, he didn’t have time to cry before his five year old self picked up his broom and got cleaning. It was his new toy. His new friend.

“Are you going to try to talk to…her?” he asked.

“I’d like to try,” Joselyn said. 

Joselyn tightened her hold over the doll, focusing her eyes on her. 

“Ask her if she can hear you,” Justin whispered. “Just say the words in your head, no need to speak.”

Joselyn looked closely at the doll as she concentrated. She grasped the doll tightly.

“Ask her if she can hear you,” Justin added. “And try to be still.”

Joselyn loosened her grip, peering at the doll. Justin could hear Joselyn’s breathing. 

Justin lost track of time before Joselyn spoke. “I think I feel some tingling. But, it’s not much.”

Better than Justin expected. “It’s a start. We can try again with her, how about everyday for the rest of the week? Maybe, next week…”’

“Jus, can you try it with her?” Joselyn held out the doll.

“Try talking to her? Um, ok.”

Justin took hold of Gatita. He looked at her dark string eyes. Her scarlet string lips smiled at him. He directed his thoughts to her in the same way that he did for any object.

Can you hear me?

Justin felt the energy fire up between him and Gatita. The doll vibrated in his hands with a resounding, Yes! I know you! 

Justin widened his eyes. Joselyn blinked. 

“Did…” Her voice trembled. “Did she just speak to you?”

Justin was reluctant to answer, but couldn’t lie. “Yes.”

Joselyn's face fell. “She talked to you.”

Justin handed the doll to her. Joselyn grabbed it. She frowned.  

“Jos,” he tried to say brightly. “You just need time. I’ve been doing this for years. If we keep trying, you’ll be able to…”

“Jus,” Joselyn said, lowering her head. “If not Gatita, then what?”

Justin’s heart sank. Her eyes drooped and got watery. 

He put his hand on her shoulder. “Jos, you’ve come a long way. Remember how you were about to give up during training? You thought you couldn’t be a blood cleaner, but you proved yourself wrong. You came in a rookie and came out a master. You can do this.”

She took in a breath. “But is it enough?”

Justin sputtered. “How can it not be? Is it not enough that we’re the best blood cleaners in Corpa? Isn’t it enough that Señor Rico hands us the weekly stickers? And that monthly bonus?”

Joselyn kicked the ground.

Justin cocked an eyebrow. “What’s eating you, Jos?”

Joselyn blinked as tears fell. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Okay,” she breathed, “maybe I feel that there’s always someone out there trying to be on the top and to put others down. If I don’t try to get to the top, then I’ll be put down. And when I go down, my sisters go down with me.” She shook her head as if she regretted saying it.

Justin thought back to how Lord Jorge demonstrated his dominance and stench by every step he took, every breath he breathed. He looked back to Joselyn’s intrepid, blunt political statements. “Are you saying that if you can do what I do, that will protect you from your father? Or from the Fists?”

“I don’t know how to explain it.” She took a step back. “But Jus, what you said, everything I’ve done, it’s only because of you.”

Justin sighed. “Jos, I’m just an ordinary person. If you see me as some super person or whatever, you’re wrong. And you don’t need me, Jos.”

Joselyn’s face lifted a little. “Oh, Jus. You’re selling yourself short. You are someone special. They don’t know it, but to the quarry people, you definitely are special.”

Justin took hold of her hand. “I have a hard time believing that, but if it helps, you are special to me. You’re special on your own, no matter what. You don’t need me to be special.”

She squeezed his hand. “I do need you, Jus. Or else the only man in my life would be my papá.”

“Then how about you continue to show your old man that you aren’t the little weak baby he said you are.”

Joselyn wiped her tears with her sleeve. “Oh, trust me, I will.”

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Hello, lovelies! Tell Me Something Tuesday is a meme created by Rainy Day Ramblings and currently hosted by Because Reading Is Better Than Real Life, That's What I'm Talking About, For What It's Worth, Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell and Offbeat YA. It provides weekly discussion prompts on various book and blogging topics with optional participation. You can sign up for prompts here.

This week’s prompt is: Have you ever ventured out of your comfort zone and ended up having a nice experience?

I'm going to take this as a question about reading, since that's what this blog is all about. Personally, I think it's so important to read outside our comfort zones. There's nothing wrong with reading purely for enjoyment or escapism--I do that a lot, especially when adult life gets stressful or demanding--but I think it's important to read books that challenge us as well. I read a lot of books as a child that I wasn't quite "ready" for, books like The Time Quartet by Madeleine L'Engle and Young Wizards by Diane Duane that, while they're written for children, contain a lot of messages and themes that I didn't understand until I was an adult. (I also read my weight in Sweet Valley books, so much that my mom bargained with me that I could check as many out of the library as I wanted provided I also read a book of her choosing, so escapism was definitely a thing for me even then).

As an adult, I've found that I enjoy reading books that challenge me, whether it's from a technical or thematic level, from a culture or perspective that's not my own, or even from sheer size: Calendar of Regrets by Lance Olsen, The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace, Tropic of Orange by Karen Tei Yamashita, Labyrinths by Jorge Luis Borges, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers, Les Misérables by Victor Hugo, Unraveling by Karen Lord, Hadriana in All My Dreams by René Depestre, just to name a few.

Whether I "get" these books, whether I take everything from them that I'm supposed to take, isn't really the point. The point is that I'm pushing myself to read past my abilities, my mindset, my own small existence in the world. Reading past our comfort zones is how we grow. It's how we see the world from another perspective, how we challenge ourselves to read bigger and stranger and more complicated books, how we learn to read something other than Sweet Valley (even if our moms had to make us). My favorite professor used to tell us that struggling is productive, and he's right. Sometimes the struggle is the point. By the end, whether I feel like I fully understood them or not, I'm usually glad I read them. I feel like I got something from those books and, because I had to work for it, that thing might be a little more valuable.

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soft prompt sunday

i know this is supposed to be seven sentence sunday, but i haven’t started any new fics yet (hoping to start a new wip tomorrow!) so i figured i would do a lil something different and post one of the soft prompts since @mumucow and i haven challenged each other to do one weekly. 

thanks to @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper and @shortsighted-owl for the tag 🥰😘 have some tsunami feels on this fine sunday

3. “Just…hold my hand?”

“You know,” Eddie says quietly, gently, stepping next to Buck, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, “you don’t have to do this.”

Buck blows out a slow breath, the tightness in his chest growing stronger the longer he stands right on the edge of the waterline. His bare feet sink into the wet sand, but he’s still right out of reach of the thin film of white that crests at the tip of the water. The air is heavy with salt, but the day is cool as the sun starts to set in the horizon. The sunset is gorgeous; streaks of red, orange, and yellow painted with swatches of soft pink illuminate the sky. He’s made it to this exact spot several times before, each one almost erupting in some form of a near panic attack that keeps him in the driver’s side of the Jeep well past the dip of the sun and the dotting of stars in an indigo sky. 

It seems stupid, really, how much the water still terrifies him. How he still wakes up in the middle of the night, clutching his chest; his lungs drenched and drowning. How Christopher’s name dies off in a scream and his heart bottoms out in his stomach at the memory of Eddie’s face when he told his best friend that he lost his son. 

“Yes I do,” Buck manages through gritted teeth.

He needs to face his fears, maybe then he can actually get a decent night’s sleep. It was either this or roll beneath the firetruck and the thought alone of the last one had him heaving into his bathroom sink. 

“Okay,” Eddie murmurs, still a steady presence by his side.

Buck relaxes a little when Eddie presses in next to him, a line of heat where their shoulders meet. Buck’s always felt like it’s him against the world (the universe really) and that sentiment only seemed to grow and fester like a poisoned weed in his brain when he isolated himself from the team during the lawsuit. He’s used to doing things on his own, never really needed anyone to get by. Wanted, most definitely, but not needed. It was a lesson he learned the hard way all of his childhood.

But now, with Eddie beside him, and the promise of a dinner out at one of their favorite restaurants to celebrate Hen’s birthday, Buck doesn’t feel so alone. The loneliness ebbs and flows like the waves in front of him. Sometimes it’s calm and aching and sometimes it’s tumultuous and crashing. But Buck survived. For better or worse he survived and he saved Christopher and countless others even when he doesn’t always believe it. 

So he owes it to himself, he thinks, to try. Maybe then he’ll start to feel like he deserves to have people like Christopher and Eddie and the 118 in his life.

“Just…hold my hand?” Buck asks, hoping it doesn’t sound as pathetic as it feels.

Eddie’s face breaks into a warm smile, eyes a beautiful brown in the dying light of the sun. He reaches in the space between them, tangling their fingers together. Buck tries not to think about how their hands fit perfectly together, like they were made that way. 

“Okay,” Buck exhales, “okay.”

He takes a step forward and Eddie follows. The water is cold, and Buck fights the full body flinch, knowing he isn’t very successful. Eddie sweeps his thumb over Buck’s skin and it’s enough to keep him moving. He stops when the water hits his knees, the impact of the waves not hard enough to throw him off balance, but enough to know that if he gets any further he might start hyperventilating.

“Not too bad?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to catch Buck’s gaze.

“No,” Buck hums, squeezing Eddie’s hand, “not too bad at all.”

They watch the sun slowly sink below the horizon and Eddie never lets go of his hand until they’re back at the Jeep.

sorry i feel lazy and i feel like everyone has been tagged so feel free to share something!!!

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I know it might be a bit short notice, but hey - it's almost Mermay!

This list of prompts has been put together for anyone wanting to participate in an Our Flag Means Death themed mermaid art challenge.

The purpose of this challenge is for you to post an artwork incorporating mermaids, inspired by the prompt for that day. All prompts are OFMD themed, but that doesn't mean you have to stick to the characters. Get creative. Get abstract. Just have fun with it. You can do odds, evens, or just a weekly post depending on your time constraints - or just pick out a few that speak to you. 

Finishing or fully rendering your work isn't important. What's important is that you're getting involved in community, practicing your skills, and having fun.

Don't forget to use the tags "mermay2022" and "ofmdmermay" so everyone can find your work.

There are so many creative people in this fandom and I can't wait to see how it goes :) Please reblog and share this around. I also don’t use twitter, so please feel free to repost there. 

Full list below the cut. 

Full List:

Daily:

1. Flowers 2. Books 3. Island 4. Vacation 5. Treasure Map 6. Cat 7. Tattoos 8. Mutiny 9. Twins 10. Marmalade 11. Beard 12. Ship 13. As a crew 14. Loot 15. Sketch 16. Silverware 17. Dagger 18. Cannon 19. Story time 20. Story time (yes this was an accident, but who cares. DOUBLE STORY TIME) 21. Fine things 22. Seagull 23. Eyepatch 24. Rowboat 25. Moonbathing 26. Co-Captains 27. Bonnet 28. Oranges 29. Kraken 30. Revenge 31. Lighthouse Weekly:

May 1-7: Hands May 8-14: Insects May 15-21: Flags May 22-28: Fuckery May 29-31: Captain’s Pick (your choice)

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Remember?

Summary- 1.9k Frank Adler x You. Frank wakes you up at the ungodly hour of 3:30 am and will not even tell you why. Written for @stargazingfangirl18​ 5k challenge

Warnings- like... barely there mention hint of smut? But just barely? I cant even count it as a warning to be honest. 

A/N- so yes this is written for a soft!dark challenge, but dark writing just isn't happening. I went with just soft and with the prompt of lazy make out session.I really wanted to make sure I was giving something to Siri’s challenge because she works so hard on providing us wonderful fics to enjoy, is incredibly supportive and honestly she deserves it. Much love always babes and thank you for all you do.  

A/N 2- Can be read as a one shot. It is in the same verse as Oppressive. Also trying out a new site to make moodboards. I kinda like it? what do you all think? And I know the Fort Myers pier is made from concrete, not wood, but I wanted wood. So I went with wood. I always appreciate your thoughts on a fic. Alright, Much Love, Happy Reading! 🌊

“Baby wake up.” You heard a husky whisper in your ear as well as a rough scrape against your shoulder from Franks cheek as he pressed in close to your back, the soft hairs of his chest pressed into your sleepy warm skin and you muttered a no into your pillow as you hid your face into the cotton covers. 

He must be out of his ever loving mind to think you were going to wake up at… a quick peek at the old 80’s looking radio clock Frank loved sitting on his night stand. The red numbers were unfocused at first, but blurry sharpened to three thirty am. Yes, your man was crazy to think you were up for anything at all, and the way he was pressed into your ass cheeks, you suspected he woke up early for sex. 

That was going to be a hell no. “Frank go back to sleep. I will fuck you later.” You promised as you shifted back into your warm safe hollow. He chuckled gruffly and his hands slid on your hips to twist you to fast him, causing you to sigh and blink up at him. In the dark of the room, his eyes were a dull blue shining down at you amused. You though were no in that same mood as you blinked up at him, pushing a hand against his chest. “Come on Frank, I'm not in the mood. I was sleeping so good.” 

“You would think I would wake you up just for sex.” Frank scoffed.

“It wouldn't be the first time.” 

“Probably won't be the last either, but that's not what this is about. Come on Sweetheart, get up. I have a surprise.” He tapped your ass and pulled away as you were groaning, knowing sleep simply wasn't going to happen. 

“Adler, I swear to all that is holy, this better be good.” You grumbled as you sat up and tried to wake up. Frank came back out with some clothing for you, a pair of capris, tee shirt and undergarments. You looked at the casual clothing and arched your brows. “Where are you dragging me?” 

“Its a surprise, trust me, those are appropriate.” He started as he dressed in some old faded blue jeans and grey tee. Wherever he was taking you wasn't going to require dressing up too much, so you just pulled your hair back into a tie, and didn't bother with makeup. He kept glancing at his watch, and by three fifty he had you out the door and to his pickup truck. He tossed a bag in the back and when you went to question it, he shook his head firmly in a no while ushering you into the passenger side. “Part of it, just trust me.” 

“I trust you to have something up your sleeve Adler, considering you know I love my sleep in on Saturday Morning.” You grumbled under your breath. Typically you and Frank slept late Saturdays. Mary would go to Roberta’s Friday night for her weekly sleepover that both woman and child insisted on, you and Frank would go to the local bar for a night of cold drinks, games of pool and the occasional dancing when you could get Frank drunk enough to go on the small dance floor. Simple, but you always had a good time. Saturday was recovery day. 

So why was he dragging you out of bed on recovery day? 

“So a hint?” You decide to pester a bit, sliding closer on the bench seat till you were against his side, his arm circling around your shoulder to tuck you in closer and press a kiss to your temple. You could feel his lips upturned to a smirk against the side of your head. 

“You want a hint… It has to be done early in the morning.” 

You rolled your eyes at him with a huff, dropping your hand to dance your fingers against a jean clad thigh, making his eyes dart down to your hand. “I want better then that.” 

“You are not gonna get it Baby, but you can try your best.” 

He really was being serious this time, because he caught your hand from wandering up to far and brought it to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

“Alright Adler, keep your secrets then.” You let your head rest on his shoulder and eyes close. Frank was stubborn, always had been. You knew when you just had to let it go. You drifted in and out as he sped along the interstate. Soon he was turning off, but you weren't quick enough to catch what the exit was, so still had no idea. 

“Are we there?” 

“Close, you don't know where we are?” He asked with a slight laugh in his voice. You shrug a bit as you two are driving down the main drag of the area, passing all night gas stations, fast food chain restaurants, outlet stores and parking lots. 

“No clue, every place in Florida has this Frank.” 

He hummed a bit, slowing to an intersection and flicking on his blinker. “True, but you will soon see.” He winked as he made the turn, pulling away from the city-like area and moving towards the beach strip. Where million dollar homes, hotels, and beach side tourist traps laid quiet in the barely morning hours. It was starting to lighten though, you could see the black blue of the night sky make way for lighter purples and pinks. 

So you remained patient, waiting for wherever Frank was taking you. The terrain started to get sandier, the crack of the window took on a breezy salty scent and you could taste the hint of surf and sand in the air. Your lips turned upwards, just that scent alone reminded you of a couple years ago, and it all clicked right where you were. 

Your first overnight away from home with Frank was to Fort Myers, a small rundown motel on the beach. The room was iffy, the Ac barely worked, neither of you dared to use the pool. At the time it was all you two could afford. And it was all perfect. 

Because that morning, before sunrise, you two escaped to the beach, arm in arm and sat in the dunes to watch the sunrise over the crashing ocean, and all was perfect in the world with each other. 

Frank glanced over to see the knowing look on your face, and his own softened in a smile, his hand coming to grasp the inside of your thigh gently, squeezing. “Now you know?” He pulled into an almost deserted parking lot. At the other end were a group of people, unstrapping their boards to get ready to go into the surf. 

“Of course Frankie.” You said with a touch of sentiment in your tone as you leaned over to peck his lips and nip at him playfully. “How can I forget?” You pull away suddenly and jump out of the car, yanking off your shoes to ditch in the truck. Frank followed, doing the same with his own boots. 

You had already taken off into the sand, making your way towards the surf to dig your feet into the wet sand happily. Now it was getting lighter, those dark purples and pinks made way for the reds and oranges as the barest hint of the sun kissed the horizon. 

Frank came up behind, having managed to yank his jeans up partially around his calves and pressed you two to walk out a bit further into the surf, the salt water spritzing you both in a fine cooling mist, clinging to your skin, in your hair, on your clothes. It all brought back the sensations of that first trip together. You fall back into his chest while he dips his head to mouth kisses into your neck, enjoying the quiet of the moment with you in a more physical way for a moment. Making you tilt your head to the side while the sun finally broke. 

From the nearby pier, heavy pelicans lined the side to swoop down, skimming over the water in lines, giving the two of you a show all for yourselves, among the surf the small sandpipers chased after the tiny ghost crabs trying to escape back into the surf, all of it made you smile. This felt like home to you, right here with Frank. 

“It feels like forever since we have visited.” You finally say as you turn to face Frank, the two of you stepping out of the surf, and hand in hand making your way along the beach's edge towards the pier, the sandpipers running away as fast as they could, a few taking to wing to fly several yards ahead of you to start there search in the surf retreating back from the edge once more. 

“Been a couple years at least. I was looking at the calendar and realized an anniversary of ours was coming up.” He mentioned while you two stepped under the pier. A small private world for you two at the moment as far above you people made their way towards the end stretching out over the water, ready to drip lines for fishing in the surf. Here though, underneath it all, was just for you and Frank. 

Nothing but water crashing to the shore, wood above your heads and the morning bringing back fond memories. Memories of shared kisses against one of the ageless logs helping to hold the deck yards above them steady, the way your legs wrapped around his hips as he pinned you in place and loved you so freely out in the open where they could be caught. How afterwards Frank said those words that he never uttered to anyone else in the way he said it to you. 

Fuck I think I love you. 

You thought then you loved him to. Now you knew you did. Your fingers looped in his belt loops and you walked backwards, till your back pressed once more against that sand and salt aged wood, looking up at him in the now very present dawn. 

“You know Frank, I think I love you.” 

“You know what Y/N, I think I love you too.” He winked, sliding in closer till he was pressed against you, his hands cupping the side of your face and tilting up to meet him, his tongue sliding past soft lips to the sweet heat of your mouth and tangling his tongue with yours. It elicited a soft moan from the back of your throat. 

Warming salty air really agreed with Frank, mixing the tastes on your tongue, you curled your arms around his body, clutching at his back as you now clung to him, thoroughly enjoying the way this kiss made you feel. 

The sensations of love and passion curling in your belly and your heart thud against your breast bone, absorbing into Frank as he pressed into your body, trying to daze you from rational thoughts, away from the everyday thoughts. 

Frank had a talent at making you appreciate the here and now. 

And right here, with sand covering your feet, your shirt and pants clinging to you from the ocean spray and your man completely pressing every ounce of his affection into you, you could do nothing but appreciate being in the moment. 

“Scratch that, I don't think, I know I love you Frank Adler.” You managed to break out of his kiss for half a second. 

“I know you do.” He assured you as he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you enough to fold your legs around his waist. “I plan on showing you just how I feel.” He promised, the glint in his ocean blue eyes turning mischievously playful under that pier.

[imerdwarf]

First Kiss

Summary: you and Bucky are best friends and you reveal you’ve never been kissed.

Pairing: Barista!Bucky x Reader

Prompt used: Never Been Kissed

Warnings: Fluff and cute kisses ❤️

Author’s Notes: This is for @mostly-marvel-musings’s 600 follower challenge! Congrats my dear I wanted to celebrate with you 💕

The divider was made by me!

Bucky was absolutely exhausted by the time he closed his coffee shop up and made it home. The best thing about his day was knowing you, his best friend would already be at his apartment with pizza ready for your weekly movie night.

Bucky climbed the stairs two at a time and marched down the hallway towards his apartment, saying hello to Mrs. Drablow before entering the warm and cosy apartment. Whenever you came over, it always felt like home, especially since you put a rope mood light around his apartment that created a homely atmosphere.

Bucky closed the door, toeing off his shoes and throwing his jacket haphazardly over the coatrack and stepped into the living room. As predicted, the pizza boxes were on the table and the mood light was a dimmed down orange with the rest of the lights turned off.

“Hi Bucky!” You greeted over the couch after hearing his footsteps. You already had the blankets and pillows ready. “How was work?” You asked as you patted the seat next to you.

Bucky chuckled lightly, rolling up his sleeves as he sat down. “It was fine doll, same old. Pour coffee and wipe down tables. What movie did you choose?”

“It’s a romance movie, newly added to Netflix. Hope that’s okay?” Bucky nodded and the two of you got comfortable.

Halfway during the movie, a kissing scene came on and you sighed dreamily catching Bucky’s attention.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked wrapping an arm around you, making your insides feel like mush.

“I just...” you sighed and contemplated revealing the next part. Bucky squeezed your arm encouraging you. “I’ve never been kissed before and i just- I- oh my god. Forget I said that!” You felt your cheeks heat up, even more so when a bubbly laugh erupted from the man next to you.

“Is that right?” He teased, his fingers jabbing you in your arm. “My best friend has never felt a pair of lips on them huh?” Bucky nuzzled his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent. It made you feel things you’ve never felt before.

“That’s- that’s right.” You stuttered, still embarrassed for revealing a secret like that. Bucky seemed to take it in his stride though.

Bucky delicately turned your face to look at him, nothing but love showed on his face. Was it for you? Maybe it was something you’d never know. You’ve always been close friends with Bucky, and maybe the last few months you’ve grown a lot closer and feelings have been developed on your part, you just wasn’t sure if he felt the same. Bucky has never talked about relationships or girls with you.

His eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes. Searching for any kind of sign that you weren’t comfortable with this.

“Do you- do you want me to um- to Kiss you?” He whispered, his breath fanning across your face by how close he is. The atmosphere in the air has shifted to something you couldn’t quite describe. It’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before.

“I would love you to kiss me.” Bucky licked his lips and leaned forward to capture your soft lips with his. The feel of them against yours was like fireworks exploding in the pit of your stomach, and the feeling of his stubble rubbing against your chin was exciting.

“Wow.” You breathed pulling away. Licking your lips and still tasting him on you.

“Now you can say you’ve been kissed.” Bucky winked and settled back into the couch to watch the rest of the movie, leaving you there in a dazed state of mind with the kiss replaying on your mind.

[meridiansdominoes]

How To Scrap Battledroids

(I have decided to make this its own post entirely, so here it is! Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24424678)

Prompt:  Anakin and The Boys make a skillshare about how to scrap battledroids but about halfway through Tup makes a hair routine class, then other troopers post their hobbies and basically thats how they win the public over to support the clones

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“Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the first instalment of ‘Reasons Why the 501st is the Best Battalion in the GAR’, subtitled ‘How To Scrap Battledroids’, sponsored by the Hero With No Fear himself, General Anakin Skywalker!”

General Skywalker steps into frame with a cocky smirk. The camera trails from his face down his arm to where he’s holding his lightsaber with a sure grip. 

“Today we’ll be demonstrating some of the most effective ways to absolutely demolish the B1 battle droid,” the narrator continues. The camera turns slowly, revealing several clones all around the Jedi, armed to the teeth and waiting. “The B1 battle droid, also referred to as a standard battle droid or a clanker, is the most widely used battle droid manufactured by Baktoid Combat Automata and Baktoid Armor Workshop. They’re the successor to the OOM-series battle droids. Early versions of the model required the use of a—”

“Holy kriff no one cares, Echo!” one of the clones says loudly. The narrator lets out an offended huff. The camera jerks and spins so that General Skywalker comes back into frame. The Jedi looks amused.

“Some of our viewers might appreciate a little background, Fives, shut up!”

“Force, can we get to it already? All this waiting around is driving me crazy!”

“Hardcase, calm down, exposition is important—”

“So is getting my weekly dose of adrenaline, Jesse—!”

“Okay, alright,” another clone soothes. “General, we’re waiting for your signal.”

“Thank you, Tup,” General Skywalker says, and ignites his lightsaber. “For that, I think you deserve the honor of going first.” This spurs a cacophony of groans from the others, but Tup makes a delighted sound. “Alright, on my signal. Echo, you’re in charge of making sure it all gets on camera, understand?”

“Yessir,” Echo says smartly. He pivots so that the entire group is visible—one Jedi and four clones, tense and waiting behind some sort of structure. 

“Alright, let’s go!” General Skywalker shouts, and they charge around the corner and take the platoon of battle droids that had been approaching by complete surprise. 

It’s possibly the most unfair fight the GAR has ever seen. It’s impossible for Echo to keep up with all the action. Hardcase’s Z-6 whines as it tears the droids apart. Tup and Jesse are dodging enemy blaster bolts and returning fire with fluid ease. General Skywalker is a storm of blue light and sparking clanker parts. At one point the Jedi reaches out his hand and sends Fives and Tup flying through the air with the Force so that they can attack from above. 

The fight is over in less than two minutes. It had been pure chaos, and utter destruction. The clones regroup around Echo, riled up and excited as General Skywalker comes within earshot of the camera again.

“And that,” General Skywalker says, sheathing his lightsaber with a flourish, “is how to take down a battle droid, 501st style. It doesn’t get any better than that.”

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“Ladies and gentlemen, if you’ve constantly been wondering, “Boy, who could possibly be better than those 501st imbeciles that showed up on the holonet a few weeks ago?” like I have recently, look no further! What takes six of the 501st’s best only takes two of the 212th!” 

“Boil, less talking, more not-dying!” someone shouts, and there’s a large explosion. The camera shakes uncontrollably for a moment, and then suddenly it steadies, half of the camera obscured by the rock that the cameraman is crouched behind. Regardless, General Obi-Wan Kenobi and Commander Cody are visible, back to back in the middle of a courtyard absolutely swarming with droids. 

“Kenobi deflects blasterbolts from every side, and oh there’s the Commander, headshots, every one of ‘em, look at the way they kriffin’ move! So in-sync, they turn together, no hesitation at all—!”

“Boil, quit the commentary and get down!”

There’s another explosion. Boil lets out a grunt of annoyance. The camera whirls. 

“Come on, I’m missing the best part!” There’s a flash of orange and white, and then Boil gets the camera back up. The droids are attempting to close in on the two combatants, but General Kenobi slashes and whirls with ethereal grace. Commander Cody lashes out with powerful kicks that shatter the droids at the joints. They’re absolutely surrounded by sparking droid parts, untouched in their little circle of safety. When there are only a few droids left, General Kenobi slashes his last opponent cleanly in half before tossing his lightsaber oh-so-casually to Commander Cody The Commander catches it out of midair without even glancing at it and beheads the very last droid with a lazy flick of his wrist. 

Boil whistles, long and low. He’s not the only one. 

“And that’s how to destroy a battle droid, 212th style,” Boil whispers gleefully as General Kenobi and Commander Cody motion for their troops to advance. “And it really doesn’t get any better than that. Suck it, 501st!”

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Captain Rex looks extremely annoyed. 

“Since the 212th really seems to think the galaxy of themselves, this is Captain Rex of the 501st, and I’m here to show you all what it really means to destroy a battle droid.”

Behind the camera, someone giggles. Commander Tano’s hand appears in the frame as she gives him a thumbs up. He shoves his helmet on and draws both DC-17s, checking them over briefly before stepping out of cover directly in front of the platoon of battle droids, determined and completely alone. He charges, pistols already releasing a steady hailfire at his opponents. 

The battle droids don’t even stand a chance. They scream and cower and attempt to escape, but it doesn’t do them any good. Commander Tano laughs so hard that the camera shakes in her hand. 

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“You know, I think that normal B1 battle droids are getting pretty old,” Commander Cody says, smirking at the camera—there’s something a bit dangerous in the expression, almost predatory. Daring their next challenger to try and top them. “So this time we’re upping our game. Super Battle Droids aren’t nearly as easy to take down as B1s, which means we have to get a bit creative.”

By ‘get creative’, Commander Cody means ‘use lots of explosives’. It’s very impressive.

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“Oh kriffing—are you serious, General?” Commander Bly makes an unamused face at the camera.

“Of course, Commander. We can’t let the 501st and the 212th have all the fun, can we?” General Secura says in amusement, the tip of one blue lek sliding into frame for an instant. “Besides, we’ve got something much better than battle droids to destroy today, don’t we?”

Bly snorts.

“The Armored Assault Tank does take a significantly larger amount of effort than any battle droid can. So are we skipping droidekas, then? I don’t think anyone’s done them yet. They seem like a more logical next step up from SBDs to me.”

“Someone else can do that,” another clone chimes in, sounding a bit excited. “Go big or go home, right General?”

“Very good,” General Secura praises. She sounds pleased. “Trooper, please explain the weak spots of the tank to our audience as Commander Bly and I take care of those two on the ridge. It shouldn’t take us long. It’s a bit far—you might have to zoom in, but it should still be plenty visible.”

“Yes sir,” a trooper agrees happily as she passes him the camera. “Don’t worry, sir. I’m sure this’ll blow the rest of the videos completely out of the water.”

General Secura grins at her Commander. She shrugs one shoulder at him and pulls her lightsaber from her belt as she turns to face the tanks. Bly’s expression softens into something that definitely isn’t meant to be seen by the camera. Then he shoves on his helmet and raises his weapon to stand at her side.

“Alright, General. Lead the way.”

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“You know, these videos aren’t just to show people how easy the Seppie droids are to blow up,” Tup says with a shrug. “You can do other stuff too, you know. Dogma, the comb please!”

Dogma dutifully passes him the comb. Tup releases his hair from the bun. It falls down around his face, far nicer than it should considering the amount of time it spends mashed underneath Tup’s bucket. Tup begins to run the comb through his hair, grimacing slightly as he carefully works out knots.

“Alright, everyone is always asking me how I keep my hair so well-maintained with the GAR’s very limited hair products. Today I’m gonna let everyone in on a couple of my most prized secrets…”

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“I absolutely will not.”

“But sir,” Comet says (his voice trembles because he’s trying to keep from laughing), “You’re the best at it! The rest of us don’t even come close!” He moves the camera a little closer to Wolffe’s face.

“I don’t give a kriff,” Wolffe deadpans. He goes back to scrolling through his datapad. Comet swipes it from his hand and passes it to Sinker as Wolffe lunges for it, who passes it back to Boost, who tucks it behind his back. Wolffe levels a ferocious glare at them. All three of them cower for a moment until Comet finds his voice again.

“Siiiirrrrr. Sir, please.”

“No.”

“Then you’re not getting your datapad back,” Boost attempts bravely. Wolffe rolls his eye. 

“What’s stopping me from just taking it from you, Sergeant?” he counters. Boost licks his lips nervously.

“I mean, it would still be just as good of a video if you did,” Sinker says, snickering. “How To Discipline your Unruly Sergeant.”

“Just once, sir!” Comet begs, focused on their original goal. “We’ll stop bothering you if you do!”

“For how long?” Wolffe asks gruffly. Comet considers. 

“Until the next deployment, sir?”

Wolffe sighs.

“Fine. But only once.”

He tips his head back and lets out a long, inhuman howl. It’s wild and fierce and absolutely terrifying. It calls warriors to the hunt, triggers something carnal in the blood of the pack. The sound echoes through the room. In the corner of the frame, Sinker bares his teeth in response. The reaction is seemingly instinctive. 

When it finally ends, Wolffe drops his chin and lifts one eyebrow at his audience. 

“Satisfied?” he huffs. Boost passes him back his datapad with a dazed grin.

“Sithspit, sir. That was… better than usual. Trying to… impress someone, maybe?”

“Get out of my office,” Wolffe growls, on the defensive. “Get that camera out of my face, or I’ll have you running laps in the gym until your brains melt out of your skulls.”

“But sir! Now you have to explain how you did it! That’s what these videos are technically for after all!”

Wolffe loses his patience. He lunges. The camera gets swung around until everything is a blur. There’s a flash of grey, a hint of white, a snarl. Comet lets out an embarrassing shriek. The video cuts to black a moment later.

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General Windu is weaponless and surrounded, but that doesn’t stop him from utterly decimating every clone that gets within five feet of him. No one can even touch him. He dodges their attacks like he already knows their every move. He probably does. He flows and shifts like water around their attempts to take him down, even when they team up and pull out all the stops. Commander Ponds, hands steady as he films, chuckles mercilessly whenever General Windu successfully tosses someone aside. 

“There’s not really anything to explain here, we just wanted to demonstrate how cool our Jedi is. Mace can take on half the battalion bare handed and he barely even breaks a sweat.”

“Commander, are you actually going to help us or are you just going to sit there and watch us suffer?” a shiny yelps, two seconds before he gets his feet swept out from under him and goes down with a curse. Ponds laughs again. 

“No thanks, kid. I learned the hard way that what you’re trying to do is impossible.”

“Maybe you just never tried hard enough, sir,” Stak grits out, shoving the staggering shiny towards the edge of the mat. He charges Windu head on. It looks foolish until Ponds spots Razor coming in from behind the Jedi. He’s moving as silently as possible. Ponds shifts the camera accordingly so that all three of them are in frame. 

For half a second, it looks like General Windu won’t be able to block both of them.

Well, it appears that way. General Windu ducks low, twists so that he gets right into Stak’s personal space. Stak tries to grab him, but General Windu just uses his momentum to whirl him around and send him crashing into Razor. Their helmets clunk together with a hollow sound. They go down hard.

The onlookers cheer in excitement. General Windu has the smallest of smirks on his face as he settles back into a fighting stance and waits for the rest of the clones to make a move. 

“And that’s why our Jedi is the best,” Ponds says smugly. The next ten minutes of the video is General Windu successfully incapacitating the rest of his challengers. 

(The video is well-received by the general public but poorly received by the rest of the GAR.)

(“Respectfully, the 212th would like to submit this video to demonstrate why General Kenobi is actually the best—”)

(”The entire 91st can go kriff themselves, watch General Skywalker hijack these STAPs  in midair and you’ll know that the 501st obviously has the best Jedi—”)

(“The 327th resents everything that the 91st’s most recent video claimed and declares that Ponds has no kriffing idea what he’s talking about, General Secura is obviously a better choice, here are ten reasons why—”)

(“General Plo Koon can fight in space. I don’t see General Windu doing that, here are the clips from the 104th’s most recent zero-grav drills—”)

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When Commander Fox steps into the room, the men have the decency to look sheepish. Fox takes everything in slowly—the camera in Byte’s hand, the way Thorn and Thire are standing together shoulder to shoulder, hiding the failed project behind them, the scattered nuts and bolts all over the floor. The multitool in Stone’s hand. He drags one hand down his face and takes a deep breath. 

“You told me it was an emergency, Thorn.”

“It is an emergency, Fox! Listen, we even brought you caf because we knew you’d be annoyed,” he holds the steaming cup up as he speaks in a desperate attempt to make peace, “and there’s no way we’re going to figure this out ourselves!”

Fox plucks the caf out of Thorn’s hand and sighs again.

“What is it, then?”

“Well…” Thire drawls slowly. Fox narrows his eyes impatiently. 

“What the kriff is so important and difficult that three of my fellow officers couldn’t figure it out on their own?”

“To be fair, sir,” Stone says good-naturedly, “it’s far more difficult than we thought it would be.”

Thire and Thorn step away to reveal… a piece of furniture. A bench, only halfway assembled, innocent looking enough. Fox stares at it blankly for a few moments. Byte zooms in on his face enthusiastically. 

“We were going to demonstrate how to make it, for the video thing that half the GAR seems to be doing right now,” Thorn explains weakly. “But… it’s confusing. There’s even instructions but they don’t really help.”

Fox drains the cup of caf. He squares his shoulders. 

“Force save me. Are you kidding? Give me the kriffing instructions. This is ridiculous.”

(It takes them two more hours to get the bench set up. Fox misses a meeting. Byte edits the final video to include the bulk of the angry tirades and all of the snark. Public relations improve to an all-time high almost overnight.)

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(“The clones are not people. They are soldiers created for a single purpose,” some of the Senate attempt to protest. This argument does not last long, mostly because the civilians who have been eagerly following the videos that the clones have been releasing over the course of several months start to riot in protest. 

Padme Amidala and Bail Organa take great pleasure in bringing the videos before the Senate to prove to them that the clones are indeed soldiers but also individuals who laugh and cry and live just as any other citizen of the Republic does.

In the wake of the unshakable evidence and the rioting, there is little the opposition can do to stop the Clone Rights Bill from being passed, and the entire Republic celebrates.)

[firefly-in-darkness]

Galaxy Princess - 1/3

Characters → Y/N & Peter Quill, Mentions of other Marvel characters.

Summary → After the birth of superheroes, several alien attacks and the blip, you were pretty much ready for anything. That was until you met Peter Quill. He burst into your life at lightning speed and nothing could have prepared you for the way he turned your world upside down.

Word Count → 3k

Warnings → Swearing, later warnings; 18+ Smut, Fluff.

Series Taglist → OPEN - send an ask.

Beta → @princessmisery666 // all mistakes are my own.

A/N → Should have posted this at half 7 but everything seemed to go wrong BUT it’s here now... This is for @crushedbyhyperbole - I am so sorry that this is months late to your challenge! [Prompt: To the moon and back - in Part 3]. And I actually have a schedule for the release for this 3-parter… This is GOTG Vol1&2 Peter Quill set in a post-Endgame world.

Return to: Series List // Marvel List

That Friday feeling was in the spring of Y/N’s step, and how she threw off her stuffy office clothes and traded them for baggy top and sweatpants. It was in the way she put on her favourite playlist, shimmied a pizza in the oven and how she shut the fridge with a pop of her hip. She twirled around the kitchen in between sips of beer, lifting her spirits higher and higher. 

At the sound of the oven alarm beeping, she plated up the pizza, walked through her apartment, and flopped a blanket over her shoulder in preparation for her Friday night tradition. It had been a hard week at work, and she couldn’t wait to unwind in one of her favourite spots.  

She climbed out of the lounge window onto the fire escape, ascending the steps carefully as to not drop her pizza and beer. 

“Careful out there, Y/N,” Stan, her neighbour, said. 

She paused at the window ledge and grinned back at the elderly gentleman sitting in his armchair. He looked over the top of his glasses with a fond smile. 

“I’m always careful Stan,” She winked and carried on with her climb. 

On the rooftop, overlooking the countryside in the distance, Y/N could relax and get away from work. She’d been a temporary administrator at a financial company for six months, but she didn’t seem to fit in with any of her colleagues. She soon discovered that she was often talked about because she was different. ‘Different’ meant Y/N didn't join them for the weekly drinks at the local bar or partake in office gossip. None of it was her thing and, to them, that made her ‘weird.’  

On many occasions, Y/N had overheard them guessing about her private life and it took its toll after hearing the same repetitive comments; she never talks about her family. Or friends for that matter. She needs to get laid. She's a bit of a freak. Too wrapped up in all that alien abduction and sci-fi nonsense.  

And that’s how being on the rooftop, with pizza and a couple of beers, became a weekly tradition and a place of solitude. Unwinding with music and the starry sky above, Y/N could pretend the world below didn’t exist. 

The mellow music drowned out the noise from the street below as she stretched out on the sun lounger. A contented sigh left her mouth as the blanket enveloped her in comfort and the warmth seeped into her bones.  

The sun setting over the woodland in the distance was the perfect backdrop for her to relax as she munched on the pizza. Y/N adored the way the peach glow filled the skyline and silhouetted the trees against the horizon. 

The greasy delight helped to soothe her but couldn’t quiet all the gossip she’d heard about herself that week. Especially the remarks about her sex life. They had no idea if there was any truth to their assumptions, but no amount of beer or delicious food could drown the thought completely. 

Over the last couple of years, Y/N had pretended that she was happy. That she was content with being on her own but deep down she had given up. Her inability to navigate the dating scene successfully was not something she was proud of but then again, she’d had too many awful and lame experiences to count. 

She was a moon without an orbit, drifting in an endlessly dark sky. It was as if everyone else had been given access to this world of love and relationships and she was left alone. She couldn’t recall the last time she felt wanted or needed and it tugged at her chest. 

Her wall of denial had crumbled, and the hot tears slid down her cheeks. She’d been lonely, had been for a while, but when other people noticed, it stung more than she liked. 

The bright sky faded to navy, the stars flickering on in anticipation of lighting the night sky. Y/N longed for whatever was beyond the Earth’s atmosphere, up where those stars sparkled even brighter.  

Y/N had always dreamed of being somewhere else. She felt as if she didn’t belong here that she was destined for more than a mundane office job and daydreaming of the world beyond the solar system. One day, somehow, she knew she’d fly away from this place and find somewhere that she belonged. 

A bright flash streaked across the sky, a shooting star. Y/N grinned, shuffling to the edge of her seat, ready to make her wish. Until she realised the light was getting bigger. Her eyes widened as she watched the flaming ball crash into the woodland in the distance.  

Y/N scrambled to her feet; the blanket was forgotten until she fell to the ground. Knees scraping against the concrete. The tangled fabric was pushed away, and she gingerly rolled up her sweatpants; luckily, it was only a scrape, nothing to worry about. 

She jumped up, grabbed her phone, and rushed down the fire escape. Once inside, she slid on her fluffy socks along the hardwood floor then hopped around to put her sneakers on while trying to grab her backpack. Luckily, she made it out without an accident. 

Minutes later she was navigating the roads to the woodlands, her body hummed with adrenaline and her mind raced with wonder; what was it? A meteor? A spaceship? Aliens? Oh shit. What if it weren’t friendly? What if the Avengers showed up? She wasn’t sure she cared as she swerved the car off the road and into the empty parking lot, kicking up gravel and dust. This was an opportunity she wouldn’t let pass her by.  

Y/N eagerly dived out of the car, made sure her sneakers were laced and her phone was in her pocket and jogged up the main path to the woodland. Before long, her clammy skin began sticking to her cardigan. She pulled it off and wrapped it around her waist. Her eagerness to get to the crash site and all the possibilities of what it could be, she hadn’t realised how far off the beaten path she was. 

The moon was her only source of light, but the towering trees made it seem as if it were playing hide and seek on the ground. She put on her phone’s flashlight, her heart racing as she stumbled along the less maintained route. 

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as the flashlight remained trained on the ground. Nerves bubbled in her stomach and her legs began to shake as she neared the potential landing site.  

A faint orange glow flickered against the tree trunks, the air thick and sticky with fumes. Y/N picked up her pace, approaching the smoke that billowed from the wreckage and the flames licking at the grass. Light and ash that spit out from the chewed-up metal.  

She raised her arm, shielding her eyes from the bright glare so she could access the wreckage. It wasn’t any kind of spaceship she’d seen before. It didn’t look like the ones from the attack on New York or reported after The Blip. It was small, could fit one adult at most. 

A groan rang out nearby and she whipped around to see a man, a human man, fall to the floor a few meters away. In a flash, she landed on her knees, pain shooting through the already damaged skin, and rolled the person over, pulling at the red leather jacket.  

Y/N placed her cheek near their face and relaxed when she felt their light breath caressing her skin. Her fear subsided, and she was finally able to look at the man, her heart fluttered at his rugged look; the stubble scattered across his jawline, a gash across his cheek and his fluffy dirty blond hair.  

The crackle of the flames and the metal whining behind caught her attention again. She hauled him away from the ship, afraid they were in danger of being burnt. After a few tugs, she fell backwards onto her bottom. Another groan came from the man below her and she hoped she hadn’t hurt him. She looked down at the handsome spaceman, his head rising from her lap with a deep frown and eyes scrunching with confusion. 

“Hi,” Y/N spoke softly, hoping not to alarm him. 

He shuffled slightly, trying to turn and brace his hand on the ground but gripped her thigh. She watched the realisation dawn on his face, he looked up at her and back down between her legs, a huge grin across his face, “Well this isn’t a first.” 

Y/N shoved him backwards and scrambled away. 

He planted his arms to avoid face planting the ground and turned to the wreckage. “What the hell- Oh man, look at this,” He jumped to his feet and began inspecting and discarding chunks of metal and wires. “No, no, no!” 

Y/N was frozen to the spot, her thoughts blank as she watched the man dash around the wreckage, throwing items over his shoulder in obvious frustration.  

After a moment, she stood up and raised her arms in defence. “Maybe you should sit down, you did just crash landed.” 

“I need to get back to my ship.”  

He may have looked human, but if he had a spaceship, he clearly wasn’t. Oh shit, I’m talking to an alien.  

“I can help,” she stuttered before clearing her throat, willing herself to not sound so defenceless or unsure. “But please don’t hurt me,” She pleaded. 

He stopped mid-throw, the mangled metal hovering over his shoulder, and twisted on the balls of his feet to look at her. His piercing blue eyes alert, an exaggerated gape in his mouth before he spoke, “I’m not going to hurt you, you turd blossom.” 

Y/N blinked at his insult, uncertain how to process being called a turd blossom. He walked towards her and she stepped backwards as he grew closer until her back was against a tree. He rested his arm above her head, leaning against the trunk, a cheeky grin forming on his face. 

“So, I’m a little stuck and need a little help with contacting my ship.” 

Y/N shoved him away, “Your smoldering isn’t going to work on me.” 

“Smoldering?! I was not smoldering.” He stuttered and held up a mangled item that looked like a walkie talkie. “Do you have anything that can help fix this or a way I can contact my ship so I can get off this crappy planet?” 

Y/N paced back and forth, she wasn’t sure what to say or do, her mouth opened and closed. Of course, she had a radio back at her apartment, but she wasn't going to let a stranger into her home. Y/N knew it was crazy, but she had to help him. She spun around and pointed at him, he looked from side to side as if looking for someone else. 

“Yes, you! I will take you somewhere that has a radio. But no funny business.”  

He crossed his heart, dramatically and she rolled her eyes. “Follow me.” She spun on her heels, “Are you coming or - what’s your name?” 

He jogged up to Y/N’s side and matched her speed, “Starlord.” 

She paused, mid-step, chuckling, “Is that your name?” 

“Yes! I’m a famous outlaw.” His brows furrowed and his jaw set. 

“A famous outlaw that calls people turd blossoms,” she chuckled, “what are you wanted for, crappy insults?” 

He scoffed and from the corner of her eye she noticed him smirk though he sounded offended, “a whole list of things that if you knew about, you’d be shocked.” 

“Got it, you're a real bad guy, Starlord.” 

This time he really was offended, “do you have a better name?”   

She snickered and couldn’t help herself, “Galaxy Princess.”  

He laughed loudly up at the sky, “I like you Galaxy Princess,” he admitted.  

She dropped her head to watch her feet and tried to stifle the happy grin that wanted to break out on her face. 

One short car journey filled with awkward silence later, they were in Y/N’s apartment, and inside the box room. A desk and computer on one side, the opposite wall filled with pictures, newspaper clippings and maps of Earth and the solar system. Embarrassment tingled on Y/N’s cheeks as she began to clear the mess of takeout containers and used coffee cups that were on her desk. 

The radio unit was pulled forward and she passed the mouthpiece to him. Noting how dazed he was by all the assorted items in the room, picking them up and inspecting them as he’d never seen a tablet or Bluetooth speaker before. Then she remembered, alien. His technology was far more advanced. 

“Here, if your spaceship is in our atmosphere it should pick up this signal.” Y/N flicked at the switches and turned the dials; white noise unleashed into the room until it went almost silent apart from a faint buzz. 

Starlord stared at the equipment and muttered under his breath, “I can’t believe that I actually wish Rocket was here.” 

Y/N ignored the comment, he hadn’t wanted her to hear what he’d said, “Do you know what frequency your ship uses or anything that would help connect to the comms unit?” 

“Of course, I know what frequency my ship uses.” He stepped around her and started to fiddle with the dials, white noise filling the room once more. He winked and gave her a lopsided grin, like the one earlier when his face was in her lap. “It’s my ship. I know the frequency. Yep.” 

To save Starlord the embarrassment of having no clue, Y/N turned her focus to the broken device he had brought with him. Metal scratched, wires exposed and broken. With enough technical knowledge, she realised it was more of a transmitter than a radio. 

“I think I might be able to fix this, but I don’t have anything that resembles these parts.” Y/N didn’t realise he was right behind her and bumped into him with a surprised yelp. 

“Woah there!” He steadied her with his hands on her arms, “Didn’t mean to make you jump,” he said as she turned to face him. She felt the blush spread over her cheeks and he smiled, “Unless you did that on purpose. Considering you like my smoldering,” he winked.  

“I didn’t say I liked your smoldering, I said it wouldn’t work on me.”   

Y/N hoped that he didn’t have superpowers otherwise he’d hear the pounding of her heart but what unnerved her more than his proximity, was that she couldn’t work out if she was scared or captivated. It was definitely the latter. His thumbs rubbed softly and sparked a shiver. Her thoughts caught back up to her and she led them into the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit off the shelf. 

“So how did you end up in an escape pod?” She asked, moving into the lounge. 

“Ha. I don’t think you’ve got time for the long story,” he said as she perched on the couch. “So, I’ll give you the short version.” He joined her and reclined back into the cushions. 

“I’m happy with either,” Y/N offered, turning to face him, with an acute awareness of her knee brushing against his thigh. “May I?” 

Starlord glanced down, noticing their closeness and her fiddling with the box. His chest inflated, proud and a smug smile; he was eager to let her tend to his wounds and talk of his heroism and escape from evil.  

He cleared his throat before sinking further into the couch, “I’m more than willing to oblige a beautiful woman with my stories, sweetheart.”  

Y/N snorted and began to clean the gash on his cheek while he explained how his crew’s mission hadn’t gone to plan. It was supposed to be simple; get on the spaceship and pick up the wanted person then to collect the bounty. Y/N watched him tell the story in between winces of the antiseptic wipe; the way his eyes lit up as he retold the plan and mentioned his companions; Rocket and Groot.  

She wanted to know more but she was distracted by his animated expressions. Gosh, he’s handsome, Y/N blushed at her thoughts, “will you stop moving. I can’t fix this if you don’t hold still.” 

Y/N was grateful for him not seeing the embarrassment and refrained from moving erratically so she could apply the butterfly stitches. He continued with how he hadn’t expected the spaceship to have a bunch of Kree and Sakaarans on board. She bounced in her seat, the excitement taking over at the mention of the alien races. 

Starlord chuckled at her enthusiasm, “I’ll tell you more about them bastards later. The escape pod was my only option, but it malfunctioned after it took several hits from the attack shuttles.” 

Y/N clamped a hand over her mouth, in fear and amazement that he’d managed to land it somewhat safely and without extensive injury. She felt shy under Starlord’s scrutiny and the way he was likely to judge the brightness in her eyes, the intrigue she had for life beyond earth. 

“Now I’m stranded on Earth and have no way of communicating with my crew back on the Milano.” He shrugged his shoulders, “Luckily I had a beautiful woman come to my rescue.” 

Y/N pretended not to hear those words as the weight of the night’s events hit her suddenly and she tried to stifle the yawn, “Sorry, can we have a look at this in the morning?” 

“Sure.” His bright smile dropped a fraction, he recovered it but not in time for her to miss. 

Spare bedding was placed on the sofa and Y/N directed him around the apartment, “The shower is just down the hall. If you can’t sleep, here’s the tv remote and help yourself to food.” 

“Thank you, Princess.” 

“Goodnight, Starlord.” 

“It’s Peter.” His cheeky smile had faded to something softer. 

“Y/N. Goodnight Peter.”  

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He laid down and continued to wave until she shut the bedroom door. 

Y/N was too tired to process that she was leaving a stranger on his own, in her home. There was an odd comfort from his determination to get back to his ship and crew; the place he belonged.

To Be Continued...

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Everlark + 14 (though I like how 25 is actually just cribbed from the books ... I see you, OP)

So I finally got around to writing this! I hope you enjoy it and sorry about the wait! All mistakes are mine. :) 

Can also be read on Ao3: x

Prompt: “You’re supposed to talk me out of this.”

Life under house arrest—“Stay at Home Order, Katniss,” Peeta always corrected whenever she referred to it as such, “We’re not under arrest for anything.”—Fine. Life under their state’s Stay at Home Order with Peeta was far from the worst-case scenario she could have concocted when the world went into lockdown mode. While she never foresaw her casual weekend-with-the-boyfriend trip turn from her usual two-day visit to an almost three-month visit, Katniss couldn’t complain. The tiny apartment was exploding with all types of baked goods—different breads from recipes Peeta’s dreamt of trying for years and finally had the time to “give them the attention they deserve,”; the sweets she’d randomly point to in his fancy cookbooks and challenge him to make for her; and their many attempts (and failures) at replicating what they saw while binging The Great British Bake Off on Netflix. She’d never been as well-fed in her life as she’d been at Peeta’s for the past three months and she loved it.

 Life was pretty good at Peeta’s. Great, actually. And despite the world crumbling around them and her anxiety taking a huge nosedive due to her fear of her mother and sister possibly contacting Co-vid while working their long hours at the hospital, Katniss couldn’t help feeling content here in their little nest of sweets they created.

On days where she finished with her classes on a good note, the apartment still smelling like fresh baked bread and coffee Peeta made that morning, Katniss would curl up on the couch, the soft blanket she kept at his place wrapped around her, and imagine this being their life always—Peeta painting out on the small balcony, humming to himself; Katniss writing at her desk inside, trying to figure out the notes to the tune in her head. Both subtly glancing at each other and smiling when they were caught (they always got caught). She imagined them walking hand-in-hand, after, to the pizza place around the block that sold the greasiest garlic knots known to man, pointing out the new window displays from the tiny shops as they went. Later, they’d return to their place and argue over what movie to watch until one of them caved, both knowing they’d end up tangled under the blankets, food and movie forgotten.

The image of them living together was comforting. It felt wonderful. Katniss couldn’t stop the silly grin on her face as she thought about it, thinking about how right it felt, living here with Peeta.

They’d only discussed living situations once, a few years back when Peeta got offered a position at an art museum in the city that was two hours away from their hometown. The offer was too good to pass up, they agreed. It’d be stupid not to take it. “It’s only two hours,” she reminded him when he still seemed unsure about the distance, her hands cupping his face, her body pressed against him in his lap. “Remember in college, when we were, like, 8 hours apart? Or when you studied abroad for a year in Italy for your Master’s program? We survived that and we’ll survive this.”

“Yeah, but those all had an end date,” he argued. “This is my career. There’s no end date in sight.”

“And there won’t be,” she reassured. “They’re lucky to have you.”

“But what about us?” he asked, his hands rubbing up and down her back. “I know it’s a couple hours, but with work and our everyday lives—we won’t see each other as often, especially when you get into musical season.”

“I’m not worried,” she said, kissing him on the forehead, her hands running through his curly hair. “We’ll make it work.”

And they did. They found him a cheap apartment in a small village where you walked everywhere for things you needed, music playing at almost every corner, the train station nearby for him to take into the city for work. They alternated months and weekends on who visited whom, Facetiming every night before dinner, before bed. It wasn’t ideal, and the weeks sometimes felt so long, the desire to feel his warm arms around her at night hitting her hard at times, but she always seemed to survive until the weekend, tackling him when she’d see him on Friday nights, throwing bags on the ground, squealing in glee when he’d pick her up and carry her inside, their lips locked together.

They’d been dating since junior year in high school, but everything still felt fresh and new, especially when he kissed her. Held her hand. She wasn’t sure if that lingering feeling of newness was because of the distance, though. Most of their years together had been living hours apart. If they moved in together, would that feeling go away? The few months living together didn’t seem to diminish the excited flutter she felt when he’d curl up next to her on the couch, or how happy she felt when he brought home things she had mentioned in passing, like needing more tampons or wishing she’d remembered to bring more hair ties, having misplaced the six she brought with her for her supposed two-day visit days into her Stay at Home Order stay. In fact, their government-mandated time together only seemed to further convince her that they could make living together work and still come out strong.

There was still a wiggle of doubt, though. Part of her worried maybe this was moving too fast, or that he was perfectly fine with their hours-apart living situation. Moving in together was a big deal. It was the step couples made before marriage. Was she ready for that? God, she wasn’t sure. Then there was her job to worry about, the kids she’s taught for years. What would her students do if she moved on, wasn’t their teacher anymore? Would they miss her?

Prim thought them moving in together was a great idea. “It’s about time,” her sister said during their weekly Facetime date. “Your relationship is a fourth grader, Katniss. A fourth grader,” she stressed. “I think that’s long enough to move in together.”

“I know, I know,” she said quietly, hoping Peeta couldn’t hear them from the front room. “But what about my job? This year I qualify for tenure and with the world turning to shit, job security is pretty important.”

“Please,” Prim scoffed. “I bet Rue can get you any choral position in the state. My girl’s got connections.”

Katniss gave her sister a look. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this, Primrose. I can’t just leave you and mom—my job!” She fiddled with the end of her braid. “My students need me. I can’t just leave that for a guy.”

“Do you honestly hear yourself? ‘For a guy,’” her sister mimicked. “Need I remind you that your and Peeta’s relationship is the same age as a fourth grader? God, I asked Rue to move in a month after knowing her. You two move way too slow.”

“So you think I should ask him?” Katniss wrapped her arms around her legs, tucking her knees under her chin. “Is it rude to ask if I can move in? It is his place.”

Prim rolled her eyes. “God, you two can be too much sometimes,” and with that, her sister hung up.

That was days ago and all Katniss kept thinking about was asking him. She thought of doing it in a cute way, like with her toothbrush or maybe joke about her needing space in his closet for her things, but she already kept half her belongings here. She had a toothbrush next to his and drawers for her socks and underwear. Peeta had always kept obvious space in the closet for her shirts and dress pants for when she came straight from work. Somehow without her realizing it, without the mandated Stay at Home Order, Katniss had already started moving in. Maybe Peeta was just waiting for her to mention it.

So later that day when she finished with her classes on Zoom and he came in from painting on the balcony, his hands still a bit sticky with orange acrylic paint, she pulled him down toward her, the couch far lower than his tall frame, making their angle awkward but she didn’t care. She kissed him, cupping his face in her hands, his cheeks warm from the early summer sun. When she finally let him go, she smiled and told him to sit, crawling into his lap when he did.

“I’m not complaining,” Peeta joked, his sticky paint hands leaving finger prints along her skin, “but what was that all about?”

“Let’s move in together,” Katniss told him softly, biting her bottom lip. “I want to live with you, Peeta, and not just while we’re under house arrest.”

Peeta’s smile could brighten any room and right now, it blinded her. “Stay at Home Order,” he jokingly corrected, rubbing a thumb along her cheek. “You’re really ready for that? To take that step with me?”

“I think I have been for awhile,” she confessed, leaning into his touch. “I want to live with you for always. Is that—is that okay with you?”

He laughed and pressed his forehead against hers. “That is perfectly fine with me, Katniss.”

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Let Me Go

Summary: Dean has a huge revelation that may have come too late. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Angst/Attempted Suicide/Suicide Note/Mention of Self-Harm/Depression/Fluff Word Count: 2405 Prompt: “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” A/N #1: This is for @amanda-teaches​ 2K Writer + Reader Challenge A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

The vamp case went without a hitch. Dean was washing off his machete before placing it back at his side. Sam was placing the last body on the pyre, the heat warming his skin. Even if it was a pyre full of dead vamps the flames were mesmerizing to Dean.

“I wish (Y/N) was here?” he whispered.

Sam stepped next to him, “Have you noticed she’s been isolating herself from hunting?”

Dean nodded staring at the flames whipping higher into the air. The way the swayed shades of red and orange brighten the dark night. It reminded him of (Y/N). Her vibrant personality, her warmth towards those who were hurting and the fire that burned when she would hunt down evil.

“Dean?” Sam placed a hand on his shoulder bringing him out of his daze.

“Yeah Sammy, I just think after everything she’s lost this past year it’s understandable for her to distance herself. Maybe we all could use a break.” Dean began to walk towards Baby.

They had twelve hours before they were back at the Bunker. Twelve hours for Dean to shallow the ever growing feelings back down in the dark depths of his soul. He did not know exactly when these feelings started but one day he saw her in a whole different light. Her hair seemed to always flow behind her, her eyes shined bright like gems and her laugh was like music to his ears. He found himself always wanting to be next to her or listening to her talk about lore.

Exhaustion was hitting Dean hard as he pulled into the Bunker’s garage. He shook Sam awake before getting his bag from the trunk. When they walked into the hallway Sam went towards his room as Dean walked down to his. He paused for a moment before opening his door as his chest ached slightly. The familiar tug to walk down to (Y/N)’s room had him taking a step away from his door. His eyelids fell heavily changing his mind about checking in with (Y/N).

“I can talk with her in the morning. Even make her favorite pancakes.” he whispered before falling onto his bed drifting off into wonderful dreams where there were no monsters and he could be with the woman he loved.

There was a loud crash from outside his room that had Dean jumping out of bed. Rushing out his door he found plates broken just down the hall.

“DEAN! Help me!” Sam cried out kneeling down at the end of the hallway.

He rushed to Sam’s side when all the air in his lungs evaporated. Lying on the ground was (Y/N) in a pair of sweatpants and one of Dean’s flannels. One of the sleeves was bunched at her elbow revealing line after line of scars healing from recently being etched in her skin.

“Sam, is she…” his heart was pounding in his ears awaiting an answer, “Sam!”

“She has a pulse but it’s faint. We need to get her to a hospital now,” Sam gathered her up in his arms, “Check her room to see if there is a hex bag or anything to tell us what happened to her.”

Dean stood there for a moment watching Sam carry her towards the garage. He rushed towards her bedroom immediately looking in the most likely places a hex bag would be hidden. He noticed her sleep meds were out on her nightstand the bottle opened. His stomach sank as he picked up the bottle.

“No, no, no, no.” He mumbled looking into the empty bottle that was refilled two weeks ago.

The next thing he saw was a letter next to the bottle with his name on it. Picking it up, his hand began to shake seeing her handwriting and vile rose into his throat at the realization of what he was holding. Grabbing the bottle, he stuffed both of them into his pocket running out of her room towards the garage.

As soon as he was on the road he pulled out his phone, “Sammy, she took all of her sleeping meds. S-She tried to…”

“I know Dean. The doctors have taken her back now. How far out are you?” Sam cleared his throat then sniffled, breaking Dean’s heart.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He pressed his foot down further on the gas pedal.

When Dean arrived at Jewell County Hospital, he found Sam sitting in the emergency waiting room with his head in his hands. He lifted his head revealing bloodshot eyes and tears running down his cheeks. Dean’s heart stopped as Sam walked over to him.

“She’s unconscious but they have her stabilized. They’re not sure what kind of damage has been done since we don’t know when she took…” Sam paused running his hand over the back of his neck.

“W-When can we see her?” Dean swallowed the large lump in his throat.

Sam waved his hand to follow him, “We can see her now.”

The brothers were outside her room when Sam paused, “I… I can’t go in there. It’s too much.”

He patted his brother’s shoulder before stepping inside the room. Dean grabbed a hold of the door handle to steady his weakened knees. (Y/N) was lying there with tubes and wires coming from all around her. Slowly, he made his way over to the chair next to her bed sitting before he fell to the ground. Her normal glowing porcelain skin was now the same color as the hospital bed sheets. (Y/N)’s full lips were pale and cracking. The only sound giving him hope was the strong beat of her heart on the monitor let him know she was fighting.

“(Y/N/N), why? Why would you try and take your own life?” he whispered feeling a jab from his pocket.

He pulled out the letter, his hands trembling once again before he opened it.

Dean,

I love you. You’re an amazing, strong, selfless man who would sacrifice himself without thought to save those in need. You saved me. You saved my life from the monsters of this world. I want you to know that what I’ve done has nothing to do with you or Sam. This was my decision. I’m not strong enough to fight off the demons within me. They’re overwhelming me and I could not live with myself if something happened to you or Sam because I was not strong enough.

You’re going to be angry. You’re going to be sad. You’re going to blame yourself and drown in whiskey. Please, for me, don’t do that. You couldn’t have done anything to save me this time. Don’t hold onto my memory. You are the only person on this earth that could keep me tethered to it. I love you so much. I know you will move on from this and find someone who is strong enough to be by your side.

Promise me, Dean… promise me that you will let me go. I can’t fight it anymore. You have to let me go.

Love, (Y/N)

Tears dropped onto the paper making the ink bleed. Clutching the letter to his chest he grabbed her hand resting beside her pressing it to his forehead. A painful sob escaped his lips as a wave of fresh tears flowed down his cheeks.

“(Y/N), I didn’t know. I-I didn’t know how much pain you were holding in. I should have seen it. I should have been there. (Y/N), I need you with me. Sammy needs you. We don’t want a life without you. I can’t… you need to wake up because I can’t do this without you. I love you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N). I’m in love with you and I need you by my side.”

His eyes snapped up when he felt her squeeze his hand. A soft groan escaped her lips as her eyes slowly opened. She tried to speak but only a hoarse breath came out.

“Hold on (Y/N), I’ll get a nurse.” He kissed her knuckles before rushing out into the hallway.

Six Weeks Later

Dean was leaning against Baby waiting for (Y/N) to come out the familiar beige door. The last six weeks had been difficult for them all. Sam was working cases with Jodi and Donna while Dean stayed behind at the Bunker. (Y/N) was admitted to the Behavioral Health Unit for seven days of intense therapy before being released into an out-patient program.

Everyday, Dean visited her in the hospital listening to her talk about her sessions and taking home the drawings she had. While at the Bunker, he cleaned up her room making sure it was ready for her return. Every drawing or poem she gave him was placed in a notebook for whenever she was ready to see them. During her first day home, they walked throughout the Bunker for every hiding place she had with a sharp object.

I want to make sure I’m not tempted to do anything stupid. She had said as they placed a lock on one of the cabinets in the kitchen.

Each day was easier than the next. Dean gave her space even though his body urged him to be next to her at all times. He knew she did not need a babysitter but each morning he woke up in a cold sweat rushing out to see she was still there. Every morning he found her safely in her bed sleeping peacefully. They would eat breakfast together and work on finding information for Sam. Thursday was deemed movie night and they would curl up on his bed to watch whatever movie she picked. They found a new normal for them.

Never once did he bring up her letter saying she loved him and she never said if she heard him in the hospital finally saying the words his heart always felt. When the time was right then the conversation would happen. No matter what he was thankful for her being alive and well.

He looked up when he heard the door opening to the behavioral health center signaling (Y/N)’s last group had ended. Dean’s lips curled into a wide grin as she hugged the few friends she had made before running over to him. She jumped into his opened arms hugging him tightly while he spun her around.

“How was it, pretty girl?” he asked opening the passenger door for her.

(Y/N)’s smile never failed to brighten his day, “It was great and a little sad.”

He quickly got in Baby bringing her to life, “Well you know it’s not goodbye, just see ya later. It’s important for you to have friends outside of hunters.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I know and I will still see Tabby for my weekly sessions. Just a new step to go up but I have a great support system.”

“Yes you do. Now, we go to celebrate with burgers and shakes.” Dean pulled out from the parking lot heading towards their favorite diner in town.

Once they put in their order, he felt the table shaking from (Y/N) bouncing her leg beneath it. Dean reached over placing his hand on top of hers, “Are you okay?”

(Y/N) chuckled, “Yeah. Sorry, there’s just something I want to talk to you about and I’m kind of nervous.”

He smiled softly at her masking the fear tightening around his chest, “Don’t be nervous. I’m here for you no matter what.”

She took a deep breath squeezing his hand, “One of the things I have been working on with Tabby is learning how to express my emotions. I have been burying some emotions for so long that I didn’t know how to tell anyone especially to the person I needed too.”

Dean’s felt his heart beating against his chest as each word flowed from her lips. Keep breathing. Keep calm. Be strong for her. Be here for her.

“See I have feelings for someone and I didn’t feel it was right to tell him until after my program was done.” (Y/N)’s cheeks were turning a beautiful shade of rose and she was biting her lower lip.

He took a deep breath, “S-So you told him your feelings today?”

“Not yet…” Her bright eyes connected with his, “Dean?”

“Yeah?” he squeezed her hand showing he was there for her even though the pain in his chest was agonizing.

“You know I love you.” There was a brief moment of silence between them.

“Yeah, I know.” Smiling for her as his mind screamed from his heart breaking.

(Y/N) shook her head, “No Dean, you read my letter and you know I love you. I understand that you don’t return the feelings since you’ve never brought it up and that’s okay. I want you to know it’s okay that you don’t love me back in that way. I’ve worked through it while in group and I don’t want you to think you have to be on eggshells around me.”

His eyes widened before his body was sliding out of his booth and sitting next to her. Both hands came around her face as his lips pressed against hers. (Y/N) sat still for a moment before she started to kiss him back. Her fingers clenching his jacket pulling him as close to her as possible.

Someone cleared their throat catching their attention as their waitress brought their meals. Dean felt his own cheeks turning the same color as (Y/N)’s as the waitress laughed softly walking away.

“Dean…” He placed a finger on her lips.

“I love you too, (Y/N). I’ve been in love with you for awhile now. I’ve never acted on it because…” now she placed her finger on his lips.

“It doesn’t matter. There is nothing we can do about the past. All we have power over is this moment right now. I say we enjoy our first pancake date and then go back to the Bunker to marathon All Saint’s Day.”

He leaned over kissing her again, “That sounds perfect to me.”

As they were walking towards Baby, hand in hand, he twirled her around wrapping his arms around her waist, “By the way, I’m never going to let you go.”

“I’m thankful for that.” she whispered as he pressed his lips to her temple.

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[axwalker]

Now and Then 1: Beginnings

This will be a mini-series (4 or 5 chapters), and I’ll be using the weekly prompts of the lovely  @emceesynonymroll​  WACKY DRABBLES.

This week’s prompt is  #40: “Don’t you ever do that again” and will appear in bold.

Synopsis:  The story of Alexis’s and Drake’s friendship since they met when they were 10 years old until they become roommates after college. (AU) Fluff with a tad of angst. 

MASTERLIST

Warning: This is a +18 blog. Maybe NSFW in the future 

Pairing: Drake x ?, Alexis x ?

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry

Word count: 1496

Thanks to my beautiful beta reader @pedudley​

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Now and Then: @ravenpuff02​ 

September 2005

Lexie O’Brien and Drake Walker’s friendship started when they were 10 years old and she had challenged him and his friends to a soccer game. Lexie was fed up. The boys never wanted to play with her or her girlfriends, but they hogged the school’s soccer field every afternoon. She decided to fix it with a simple bet. If the girls won, the coach would have to create mixed teams.

At the end of the match, they were tied 4-4, but the coach was impressed by them and had accepted her proposition.

That afternoon, Drake found himself waiting with her for their parents to pick them up. Lexie sat with her chin resting on her knees, her orange backpack next to her. Drake noticed that it had a badge of Barcelona’s soccer team.

“Barcelona?” He asked, curious.

Lexie beamed at him. “Best team ever!”

“The best team ever is Liverpool,” he said, smugly.

She stood up excited. “What are you talking about?  Barcelona has Ronaldinho!” She took the ball and tried to dribble, unsuccessfully. “One day, I’ll dribble like him,” she declared in a dreamy voice.

He looked at her stupefied. “You’re really intense.”

“That’s what my mom says.” She shrugged.

“Why isn’t she here?”

“She’s working. My abuelita has a Mexican restaurant. Sometimes they’re too busy so she’s late. And your mom?”

Drake lowered his eyes, embarrassed. “She’s not in Cordonia. I live with my dad.” And he’s always late.

She nodded empathetically; adults were a mystery to her. She kneeled down and put her hand over his shoulder. “My dad left too.”  

Drake didn’t reply. He hated to talk about his family. After a silent moment, Lexie kicked a stone, angrily. They had been waiting for more than 30 minutes.  

She suddenly had an idea, she hoped he’d be onboard, but she wasn’t sure. Drake wasn’t the friendliest boy she had met. “Do you live far from here?”

Drake frowned, she sure was nosey. “Like fifteen minutes. Why?”

“Me too! In Valtoria Avenue. We can walk together.”

Drake was angry with his dad for being late. And leaving would teach him a lesson. But he didn’t want to go with her. She was only a girl.

“I’ll go, but you stay here. Your mom will come soon.” He threw his bag over his shoulder and started walking.

She ran and stood in front of him her hands on her hips. “Hey! It was my idea. I want to come too.”

He rolled his eyes, annoyed. “Whatever, just don’t get ran over by a car or something.”

“I know how to cross the street, smarty-pants,” she sassed, annoying him even more.

They walked silently for ten minutes when her stomach growled. “I think I’m hungry,” she admitted as she placed her hands on her belly.

“Yeh, I’m hungry too.”

“Look, Ben and Jerry’s!” She pipped pointing to their left.

He hesitated for a minute; His dad would be furious if he didn’t come home fast. But she seemed really hungry, and he could bet his entire collection of Pokémon cards that she was going to nag him all the way back to their houses, if she didn’t eat something. He had his allowance money in his pocket, so he decided to go for the ice cream.

They chatted all the way back, mostly about Harry Potter. Both of them liked the books more than the movies but they were both waiting the release of the ‘The Goblet of Fire’ frantically.

Her heart stopped when she saw a police car in front of her house. “My mom called the police. She’s going to kill me.”

Drake felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. “That’s my dad’s car, he’s a policeman.”

She widened her eyes. “Wow! That’s cool!”

“Not as much as you think, he’s never there,” he said with a small voice.

Soon, they saw a fuming Jackson and a furious Elena coming out of the house.

“Alexis! What were you thinking?” Elena was enraged but she hugged her daughter tightly. “What you did is so dangerous, Lexie.”

Lexie blushed furiously; she didn’t want to be scolded in front of Drake. “I’m not a little girl, mom.”

“Yes, you are, mija (my daughter). We’ll talk later. Now, go inside, I have to talk Mr. Walker.”, she said pointing her finger to the house

Lexie was about to protest, but her mother was the only human on earth that scared her. She entered the house obediently.

Jackson turned to his son. “You know how irresponsible this was, Drake?”

Drake refused to be reprimanded, it was his father’s fault. “You were late, dad. Again.”

Jackson knew his son was right, since Bianca had left with Savannah, he juggled to maintain a balance between his work and his fatherly duties. And he had to admit that he wasn’t doing a great job.

“That’s not an excuse, Drake. You can’t leave like that.”

Drake wanted to reply, but Jackson interrupted him, raising his hand. “No excuses. Don't you ever do that again. Understood?”

His son nodded and got in the car.

Jackson turned to Elena. “Is everything okay now, Ms. O’Brien?”

“Everything is fine now, thanks for coming with me to the house. I thought I was going to die when I didn’t see her at the school.” She nodded towards the car where Drake was waiting. “I bet he’s hungry. Poor little thing. You can eat with us. I brought tacos dorados from the restaurant. I don’t like to brag but they’re the best in the city” Without giving Jackson time to think, she went to the car and opened the door. “Come on, kid. Let’s go eat.”

Jackson considered his options. He could serve his son a frozen pizza and a bag of salad, or he could let him eat something cooked for once. “Thank you, Elena.”

Elena took Drake to Alexis’s room where she was still brooding. Her face lit up when she saw him. “Drake! I thought you left!”

“Your mom invited us to diner. Well, she actually didn’t give my dad a choice.” He grinned. “It was pretty cool. Usually, no one tells him what to do”

Lexie smiled, proudly. “That’s my mom. She’s very bossy.”

Drake looked around. Her room was chaotic. His dad complained a lot about his mess, but it was nothing compared to this.

He had expected a room like Savannah’s but, it actually was more similar to his own. She had soccer posters everywhere, of the wrong team, but still. She obviously hadn’t lied about loving Harry Potter, she had Hermione Granger’s and Ron Weasley’s pictures all over the walls.

“I thought you were a Harry’s kinda girl, Lex.”

No one had called her Lex before, but she liked it. “I like Harry, but my fave is Hermione. She’s so cool!”

He teased her, “the best friend? You do know that Harry is the main character, right?”

She shrugged. “I like Harry, but I prefer Ron and Hermione. He’s a good friend and she’s the smartest witch. Plus, I bet they’re in love.”

Drake grimaced before speaking. “The coolest is Sirius Black.”

She beamed at him as she pointed to the wall. There was a framed quote:

‘We’ve all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That’s who we really are.’ Sirius Black.

Drake made the desk’s chair spin as he declared, “You’re cool for a girl.”

She squinted at him. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, you don’t like Barbies and you play soccer.” He shrugged.

She opened a trunk in the corner of her room. “I do like Barbies. A lot. I just like soccer too. My mom says there’s no girl’s and boy’s stuff. Just stuff”

He sat on the floor, crossing his legs. “My dad wouldn’t agree with that.”

She took out a game of Monopoly. “Is this guy enough for your dad? I have Battleship too,” she said, teasingly.

Drake shook his head; she was a huge pain in the ass, but he kind of liked her. “Monopoly is okay.”

From that day on, Drake and Jackson would often have dinner in the O’Brien’s house. Elena didn’t mind watching Drake when Jackson had a late shift, so the boy spent a lot of afternoons in their restaurant playing and doing homework with Lexie. Jackson took them camping as often as he could. The three of them loved stargazing, so Jackson built with them a homemade telescope to teach them everything he knew about the stars and the constellations. Elena took them to all the Harry Potter movies and book signings. They both loved the sea so one of their parents took them to the beach every weekend. They discovered a hidden cove and named it their place. They used to go there to share their secrets or build forts and sandcastles.

When they were at school, they had other friends as well, but no matter how much Olivia or Liam teased them or how often and fiercely they fought each other, their friendship grew older with them.

[argylemnwrites]

More Than Hello

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x MC (Cassie Vanderfield)

Book: Open Heart (very end of Book 1)

Word Count: ~750

Rating: PG

Summary: After a year of drama, Bryce finds himself willing to share a few things with Cassie about his background.

Author’s Note: Written for Day 12 of the Choices August Challenge (prompt - Aloha) as requested by @cora-nova.

“So if you use ‘aloha’ for both hello and goodbye, does it ever get weird or confusing?” Elijah asked, taking a swig of his beer. He had bought the last round of drinks. Landry, Sienna, and Cassie were all working, so it was just the three of them, and tonight’s topic of conversation was about differences between where they’d all grown up. Needless to say, it would not have been Bryce’s first choice.

“How would it get confusing to anyone older than two?” asked Jackie. “It would be obvious what was going on to anyone with half a brain. I’m clearly not saying goodbye to someone if we’re just meeting up.”

Bryce smiled and shook his head. He got asked about this… a lot. Everyone seemed to think they were making some original, amazing joke. He always let them have their moment, but no one really understood. And quite frankly, it wasn’t worth explaining. Not only that “aloha” didn’t literally mean “hello” or “goodbye,” but also the way he learned about the real meaning of the word. Or rather, the people who taught him the real meaning.

So instead of providing an explanation to the two of them, he took another sip of his drink before changing the subject. “Elijah, your turn to tell us about Illinois customs. Why don’t you start with explaining why I should want more tomatoes on my pizza.”

As Elijah started off on a rant about how deep dish was the only true pizza, Bryce shoved the mentions of Hawaii and his upbringing out of his mind. And as the weeks turned into months, Bryce forgot about that night at Donahue’s, that conversion becoming one of dozens of conversations between him and some combination of his favorite group of IM residents over the year. But tonight, it all came rushing back to him as Cassie sat on his couch, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and the container with the orange chicken as they prepared for their weekly tradition of delivery and making fun of episodes of House.

“I was surprised at what you said to me today in the workroom.”

“What, that I thanked you for that interesting consult?”

She laughed, shaking her head, “Sorry about that. Dr. Olson apparently is a big practitioner of CYA medicine. I think I’ll be calling a lot of consults while she’s my attending. It wasn’t that, though. You said ‘Aloha’ to me when you came into the team room.”

He had. Seeing her back at work, in her scrubs and teaching a med student how to time mark lab results in the computer, it had just slipped out. 

“Yeah, well I wanted to give you a... different welcome back to work, but getting up to that in the middle of your workroom seemed a touch unprofessional.”

Cassie raised her eyebrows as she gave him a little smirk before loading some of the orange chicken onto her plate. “Probably just slightly. I more meant that you don’t usually like to bring up anything related to… Hawaii.”

She wasn’t wrong. He avoided talking about home and the mess that was his relationship with his parents like the plague. The fact that Cassie had felt the need to pause before even mentioning the word “Hawaii” kind of said it all. But after everything they’d been through together this past year, it seemed silly to keep that side of him from her so aggressively. So he just shrugged.

“Yeah well, ‘aloha’ means more than just welcome back.”

“Really? I thought it was the same as saying hello.”

“Nah, it’s used as a greeting, but it doesn’t really mean hello,” he said with a shake of his head. “It means a bunch of different things.”

“Like what?”

“Compassion. Patience. Welcoming. Peace. Affection. I don’t know. It encompasses a lot.”

Cassie smiled at him as she grabbed the rice and dumped some onto her plate. “Well, thanks for the warm welcome, then. It is really good to be back.”

Bryce took the rice from her, adding it to his own plate. Of course, he’d left out one key meaning of “aloha” - love. That just felt like too much at this point. But as he watched her eat dinner, yelling in frustration whenever something insanely inaccurate happened with House or his fellows who seemed to function more as lab and imaging technicians, he couldn’t help but think that maybe he would be ready to take that step pretty damn soon.

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[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 9

Title: Boyfriend and Girlfriend Ch. 9

Pairing: High School!Sam x High School!Reader AU

Word Count: 1309

Chapter Summary: After receiving some advice from Dean, Y/N makes her own interpretations of it and makes a bold decision. 

Chapter Warnings: Fluff and Crack. Mostly Crack. 

Disclaimer: Not my gif.

A/N: It’s Week 11 for @supernatural-jackles‘ SPN Weekly Writing Challenge, and I am so happy with this one! Personally I think this is hilarious, but you be the judge. I used both prompts: 1) “Sorry, I thought I was alone...” and 2) “What do you mean you’re sold out?” Which they will be in bold. This chapter was so much fun to write! Hope you guys like it! And Jen, thank you for hosting this weekly challenge! If it wasn’t for this challenge, I wouldn’t have started writing this series :) xx

Ever since the ordeal with Jess, things between you and Sam has been nothing but “cherry pies and blue skies” as Dean had called it. In fact, it was the elder Winchester’s pep talk to you that helped with you to make this decision.

“Look at it this way, Y/N. You and Sam just beat the one of the big bads in any relationship – trust. And now more than ever, you trust him and he trusts you. You guys are on the same page. If you ask me, it’s all cherry pies and and blue skies right now. Things are good. Take it from there and do what feels right. Just like how it used to be.”

Do what feels right he said. What feels… right… Okay. Here goes nothing…

“Hey Sam… I’m ready.”

Sam looked at you quizzically before noticing the seriousness in your stare. Mid sipping on his glass of orange juice, Sam spat the contents out of his mouth, the spray littering all over the table.

“S-seriously?” Sam sputtered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am,” you smiled. You had never been so sure.

“U-uh… okay. W-wh-when, where, now?” Sam was a mess, face heating up and turning red as he spoke.

“Well, Dean’s at work and won’t be home till late, so we’ve got the place to ourselves, so why not?” You giggled noticing the effects you were having on him.

“Yeah— Yeah! Let’s – yeah,” Sam jumped out of his seat, stumbling over his long legs. “Y-you meet me in the room and—and I’m gonna go get the—the stuff.” And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You giggled to yourself, running into his room, jumping on the bed with pure joy and excitement. This was going to be the day. This was going to be your first time ever… and it was going to be with Sam. You couldn’t help the smile stretching across your face. Maybe the two of you would do it more than once? It’s a good thing Dean has more than enough protection.

Sam ran into Dean’s room, shuffling through his drawers in search of what he needed most. When he found nothing, he groaned in frustration. Dean had said they were in his drawer, so where the hell was it now? Sam shifted over to Dean’s underwear drawer, shirts, and closet and couldn’t find anything.

“Where the hell are the condoms?!” Sam growled, his frustrations only adding to his sexual desperation.

“Hey, everything okay in here?” You asked, standing by the door in nothing but his shirt. He could see your nipples sticking through.

Sam gulped, his eyes fixated on you. He knew you were naked under that shirt, ready for him to have you for the first time. If he did this, he’d be taking your virginity. It felt like an honor, and he didn’t want to lose the opportunity. He had never felt this way about any girl before.

“Uh—yeah. I mean… no. Dean’s out,” Sam stated.

“Oh…” that’s okay.

“B—but, I—I’ll just go buy some. The convenience store isn’t that far. I’ll be back.”

“Sam, it’s—”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be quick!” he cut you off.

“But—”

“Don’t go anywhere! I’ll be back!”

Before you could get another word in, he was gone. The roar of his motorcycle filling your ears. You let out a deep sigh, opening your hand and staring at the square foil package in your hand. “I have one,” you mumbled to yourself.

Sam weaved through the road, dodging cars and cutting lanes, when he saw a Gas-n-Sip. He was sure that they would have some on hand. He parked his motorcycle, rushing in. At the front desk was an old guy, so Sam walked up to him. “Hi, umm… do you have any condoms.”

The older man lazily looked up at Sam from the newspaper he was reading before answering. “Sorry kid, we’re all sold out.”

“What do you mean you’re all sold out?”

“It’s exactly what it means. Whataya want me to do? I just work here!” The old man started to get snippy. “Is that all you young folks think about? Having sex? Back in my day, we had to wait till we were married!”  

“Sorry,” Sam sighed, before leaving, not wanting to hear the old man go on and on about the olden days.

Hopping back on his bike, Sam headed towards his initial destination. When he arrived, he practically zoomed in, making a bee line to where he would find them. Quickly grabbing the XL package, he hurried to the check out stands, standing in line impatiently.

“Hey Sam!” The cashier greeted. His eyes widened when he saw Charlie. His scholastics teammate and one of your best friends. He had completely forgotten that she worked here. “What are you up to? Where’s Y/N?” She asked with a wide smile.

“Uh…” Sam hesitated. Charlie’s eyes fell to his hand, noticing the pack of condoms clutched within them.

“Oh,” she smirked knowingly. Her grin obviously giving off a teasing tone. In more ways that one, she kind of reminded him of his brother. She was definitely going to tease him about it at school if he didn’t come up with a believable excuse.

“Uh… this isn’t what you think,” Sam laughed nervously, “y-you see… this is for my brother. He—he ran out so… uh... I’m just… he told me to buy these.”

“So you’re telling me, you used all of his so you’re buying the replacements?” She instigated, amused by Sam’s terrible lies.

“W-what? No! No! Me and Y/N… we’ve… we’ve never done it yet.”

“If you say so,” she said, smile still plastered on her pale skin.

After she rang him up, Sam gave his thanks. “Thanks. Uh, Dean will appreciate it.”

Charlie giggled as she watched the lanky teen run off.

You were laying on the couch fiddling with your phone when you heard the rumbling sound of a motor, instantly knowing it was Sam. You smiled with excitement, positioning yourself in a sexy stance. You laid on your side, propping your head up with your hand while the other rested on your hips. You made sure to rise the shirt a little over your hips, and flipped your hair to one side.

As if on cue, the door opened, and in came a shirtless Dean. He was working on his belt when he walked through the door, his pants falling to his ankles before he even noticed you were in the room.

“D-Dean!” You shrieked, sitting up and trying to cover your modesty.

Dean shouted with surprise. “Mother f—Y/N? What the hell are you doing here!” His eyes couldn’t help but wander over your small figure no matter how much he tried to stop himself.

“Dean!” You shouted again, this time in a scolding tone.

“Sorry! Sorry, I thought I was alone... I didn’t see the bike out there,” he finally shut his eyes while pulling up his pants.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” You asked frantically, still flustered.

“I was. But I finished early today. Where’s Sam and what are you wearing?!” Dean was as worse as you. He wasn’t expecting to come home to you wearing absolutely nothing but Sam’s shirt. And the shirt you wore was thin! So… so thin!

Both of you were so lost in your minds and embarrassed that neither of you heard Sam’s arrival. Dean had parked the Impala at the back of the trailer, so Sam didn’t realize his brother was home and came running through the door guns blazing.

“I got the condoms!” He huffed stepping through the door, only to be met with you and Dean. “D-Dean!” Sam yelped in surprise.

Well this was awkward…

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[kiraawrites]

2MSS #1: Tidal Waves

Day 1 of the 2 Month Short Story Challenge w/ @flyingfalconflower12

Prompt by @alexprompts​

Word count: 1220

Constructive criticism welcome!

At first, I would always fear of drowning. The menacing pull of the sea was unending, as it drew back the trinkets that had dared escape prior. This is a warning; let’s not test it. Windy beach days were no better; pushing me to the very edge of the aquamarine waters. The breezes would ruffle my hair and whisper in my ears, “Just once.” Shrugging them off, I would return to the book I was reading beneath the warm hug of the midmorning sun.

I was comfortable on land. Sandcastles and beach volleyball were no strangers — I still remember my weekly games with my best friend (Mikayla, or Miki) and a few others, hitting balls up as high as the tops of the palm trees. My cheeks would blush a deep red in the excitement of it all. Earnestly prancing on the burning-hot sand. Returning home with a sunburn but without an inch of regret. The orange sun giving way to purple night, a time of peaceful rest before spending the next day at the shore.

Miki had always thought her life’s purpose was to go adventuring. We would sit on the beach chairs, hands interlocked as she recounted her latest exploits. This is the one I remember best:

“Elliot, you fear the sea, aren’t you?” she asked, a light laugh falling from her lips.

“No, no — I’m really not. Am not the strongest swimmer. Why’d you ask?”

“Liar. You wouldn’t put even a toe in the water today.” She shook her head in disapproval and prodded my cheek. “I’ve been diving a lot recently.”

I shivered at the thought of freezing depths, limited oxygen and — “Oh, that’s fun... Tell me about it.”

Her head resting on my shoulder, she rattled off the species of fish she saw, some of which I had only heard of at the dinner table. I felt myself drifting away, lost in the ocean of fish names. I have no interest in the sea. Why is she telling me all this?  Oblivious to my inattention, she continued: “But most of all, the corals! You should’ve been there.”

“You recently said it’s obvious that I’m scared of the ocean. Are you trying to threaten me with fish?”

The sun was creeping downwards, its brightness turning more muted by the second. Clouds hung heavy in the horizon, heaving with the promise of a midnight monsoon. At this, she replied, “Before we go... It’s my sixteenth birthday in three days. Follow me once. You’ll never want to leave.” A wink.

“If I perish then, at least I drown with you,” I muttered, kicking the sand.

Pulling me close, she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “I love you, Elliot. You’ve been my best friend since the day we met on this beach. Ten years have passed too fast,” she said, her chin against my collarbone.

“It’s been ages and you don’t have a special name for us? Damn, I should at least be called ‘soulmate’.”​

“Aren’t those just for couples? But hey, thanks for being my lifelong partner. I know you’ll never leave me. Will you?”​

Shaking my head, I took her hand and led her home.

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​It was the night before her birthday. Restlessly, I tossed and turned in my bed. I know my fear is pretty irrational... But it doesn’t hurt to stay on land. The Earth’s mostly water, but am I really missing out?  I swallowed hard, thinking about the pristine blue and the rainbow of colour that she promised me. She looked so happy talking about it. Agh, maybe I’d go just to see her smile.​

Rolling over to the bedside table, I picked up my phone and texted her my decision. A flurry of multicoloured hearts. “I knew you’d say yes!” Anything that makes her happy makes me even happier. Can’t wait to see her tomorrow.

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9 am. Miki was radiant, dressed in an orange polo shirt and neon yellow shorts. Her brown waist-length hair billowed out from behind her as she bounded towards me. Taking my hand in hers, she dragged me towards the coastline. My flip-flops nearly tore from the strength of her pull. In no time, we were ankle-deep in water. 

“Aren’t we going diving? Where’s the diving gear? I thought your parents would be around. Miki, what are we doing?“ 

“It’s something special. Take off those flimsy flip-flops. They won’t be any good now.”

Obediently, I threw them aside. “Now what?”

“Now, we wait for a big wave. Let it drag you out into the sea. I’ll be holding your hand — no buts, you agreed to do this with me.”

Approaching us on the horizon was a timely monster of a wave (in my opinion). I swore under my breath as I stood there and waited for it to seize me underwater. Deep breath. A metre away. Half a metre away. Then, it crashed right into me. I shook from terror and squeezed her hand as it dragged my body across the sand and into the sea. Bewilderment spread through my system. Waves can’t be this powerful. My eyes were shut as I hurtled through the water.

Miki was speaking to me. Underwater? “We’ll be fine, Elliot. A few minutes more. You can breathe in this water, by the way.”

I opened my eyes slowly to the brilliant sights around me. A mystical force seemed to be pushing Miki and I. We zoomed past coral reefs dotted by schools of fish, scales glimmering as they zipped around. I took a deep breath and nearly choked from surprise upon doing so. All I knew was that my legs could no longer spread apart — they were joined together, from feet to thighs — but I trusted Miki’s nod of reassurance. The different schools of fish, instead of swimming where they liked, seemed to be all following the same direction then.

 “Where are we heading?”

“Look at your legs. See how they’ve become scales, with a flipper at the end? We’re arriving in Atlantis, Elliot.”

Spires of great buildings towered above. Each level was crowded with mermen chatting, bartering and living regular lives. Miki spun me around and embraced me. She had a shimmering blue tail and a gigantic smile plastered on her face. My heart wanted to leap out of my chest at the ancient glory that had uncovered itself to me. But more than anything, I was confused. 

“We were supposed to migrate to someplace across the globe this morning. I knew I wouldn’t be able to leave you behind — really, I don’t know how I’d cope,” she answered the questioning look on my face. “Time freezes in Atlantis. We’ll never age and well, we can be happy forever.”

“Miki, you just left everyone else behind. Are you sure about this?”

“Only if you are.”

“If there was one promise I’d never break, it would be to never leave you. So that’s a yes.”

Meeting my eyes with a coy look, she asked, “We’re not just best friends, are we? We’re soulmates — like you said. I just couldn’t imagine living with anyone else.”

“Does that mean—?”

A nod. Grasping the back of my head, she pulled me in for a kiss. Is this the meaning of eternal bliss?

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