#KILLS U WITH FLUFF.

[musubiki]

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BACKBURNER // PART 3

DESCRIPTION: She had grown tired of being on his back burner, the person that he had kept warm until he gotten the girl he has had his eyes set on for years... And with a little help from her friend, maybe... just maybe she'll finally be the first choice. PAIRING: Seungcheol x Reader | Mingyu x Reader GENRE: Angst & Fluff PART 2 | SERIES MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

She wasn't in deep slumber, but she wasn't awake either.

Y/n had allowed the soft sounds of the waves crashing on the shore and indistinct conversations around her lull her into a light sleep – only to be awoken by the sudden lack of warmth that kissed her skin and droplets of water hitting her bare stomach.

Squinting her eyes open, she was greeted by a drenched Mingyu standing above her – a smile on his face. "Hey Stink, wanna get lunch?" He sat on her towel, feeling his soaked swim trunks cool her thigh.

It has been a while since she had eaten and the thought a bowl ahi poke did sound nice. "Sure." She sat up, stretching her hands above her head.

Y/n took a glance around her and noticed that the group she had originally had been lounging around with were gone; some cooling off in the water and others playing a game of volleyball.

Except Seungcheol and Sunhee, who had his head on her lap while she had her nose deep in the book she had brought down from their hotel room.

Sickening.

"You have fun out there?" She asked rhetorically as he shook his head to get the remaining water out of his ears.

"Come out there with me later, yeah?" Mingyu reached up to fix his hair, slicking it back away from his face.

It was going to take a while for her to get used to this new tone of voice he used around her. She wasn't used to the deep octave he used, mixed with some sweetness in his tone – something she had heard only when he was around the women he was dating.

It sent her chills down her spine, thinking how cringy it was for him to use all his tricks he had done to make all those other girls fall at his feet with her.

"Maybe." Y/n leaned over to move a strand that he had missed.

She too used a tone that he hadn't heard of.

Not directed to him at least.

Their customer service voices.

"You guys are cute when you aren't fighting." Sunhee's voice caught their attention.

...And Seungcheol's, who let out a puff of air as a laugh.

Up until now, Mingyu and y/n had thought he was asleep – his sunglasses hiding his eyes.

"Give it until tomorrow, they'll be fighting again." Seungcheol sat up, pushing his sunglasses up to rest on his head.

Y/n chose to ignore his comment, standing up from where she had been sitting – reaching for her shorts and pulling it up to cover her bottom half. "Can you guys watch our stuff? We'll bring back poke in exchange."

"No."

"Don't listen to him." Sunhee waved him off. "Have fun!"

"Thanks, Sunhee." Mingyu smiled, reaching down to hold y/n hand – allowing her to guide him towards the main road.

"He's irked." He leaned down to mumble in her ears

The walk to the market was a short one, the two not bothering to let go of each other's hands as she once again allowed him to talk her ear off – babbling about tomorrow's trip to the North Shore.

He went on and on about how excited he was to try the shrimp truck he had seen many youtubers rave about; spending hours on end watching vlogs to prep him for the trip.

"Do you talk this much when you're with your girls?" She was genuinely curious, in shock with how he seemed to never run out of subjects to talk about. It was as if he was on a mission to reach a word certain count by the end of the day.

"No, just you." He shook his head, bringing his arm around her shoulders; pulling her closer to his body.

Weirdly enough, she preferred this more than holding his hand – it was more comfortable this way.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"So when did this happen?" Jeonghan motioned to the space between the two, catching y/n's attention from across the table.

After a long day of spending their time at the beach, they had decided their first night all together called for a group dinner at the hotel's restaurant – all at the expense of the best man's card.

Seungcheol.

Sunhee nearly choked on the cocktail she was sipping on, quickly shaking her head. "Oh we're not– no." She laughed.

They could have fooled anyone... just as well as Y/n and Mingyu had been.

They had spent the dinner picking off each other's plates – even showing up in coordinating outfits that Sunhee had sworn was not planned. Y/n had to fight the her brain from making a face when Sunhee had profusely declined the groups teasing when they first took their seats.

"Oh." Jeonghan blinked. "I just figured–"

"We're not." Seungcheol shutting him down, instantly silencing Jeonghan who then turned his body to the direction of y/n and Mingyu.

She had been thankful for the various conversations taking place around the table, allowing her to pretend that she hadn't been listening in to the short interaction happening a few feet from her.

"What about you two?" Jeonghan nodded at them, stopping Mingyu mid-setence while he conversed with Minghao about tomorrow's plans.

"What about us?" He asked, confused with the question being asked.

"When did this happen?" Jeonghan repeated.

"Valentines day." Mingyu replied without a second thought, almost as if he had the story ready for anyone who would ask.

He was quick at his feet, able to muster up a lie with a heartbeat.

She made a mental note to thank him later.

"I think I just realized that I always had feelings for her and I wanted to see if what I was thinking was real, or just– I don't know. Minghao convinced me to go over to her place and just let it all out." He continued, shrugging off the story as if it was the most casual thing that left his lips.

If she wasn't a part of the lie, she would have bought it.

Like Jeonghan, Y/n looked over to Minghao who had nodded in confirmation as he swirled the wine in his hand.

They were great liars.

"Didn't know you had a soft spot, Mingyu." Soonyoung whistled.

"Me neither." Y/n whispered only for the two of them to hear, earning a poke on her side from him – causing a small laugh to escape from her lips.

"Oh my god, they're actually in love." Chan gagged, catching the small interaction that had just unfolded before him.

"You guys should see what I have to put up with at home." Minghao grumbled into his wine glass before taking a long sip.

The teasing? The bickering over which show to watch? The hour long debate over a movies plot? The impromptu karaoke sessions in their living room? Yeah, Minghao did have to put up through a lot.

"I guess the next to walk down the aisle will be Y/n and Mingyu." Jeonghan joked.

"Mingyu? Yeah right." Seungcheol chuckled.

Thankfully the rest of the group had managed to drop the topic and redirected the conversation back to Jeonghan – catching up on all the events that has been happening in his life.

Y/n took the opportunity to excuse herself to the restroom as the energy died down, looking down at her feet as she made her way to the back of the restaurant – she had one too many Mai Tai's and did not want to accidentally trip over air.

"Y/n!"

Turning her head to the voice at the end of the hall, she was once again cornered by Seungcheol – with no place to run.

"Can we talk?" He stopped within a foot of her, his voice much softer than the snarky voice he had been using every time he would make a snide comment earlier in the day. "Please?"

Y/n stared at him, unable to come up with an excuse to avoid him.

"Five minutes." She swallowed.

Seungcheol nodded, motioning him to follow her through the doors that lead to the beach – wanting to converse in a much quieter atmosphere.

Once they were at an enough distance from the restaurant, away from the eyeline of the others, Seungcheol came to a stop turning to the girl.

"You guys may be fooling everyone but you're not fooling me." He spoke slowly.

They were caught.

"Did you just bring me out here to pick a fight?" She hugged her arms around her, feeling the cool breeze hit her bare arms.

"Y/n, drop the act. Do you really think that I'd believe you're dating, of all the people in the world, Mingyu? You guys are best friends, yeah I get that- but please, I know you guys don't love each other–"

"Not like how you and Sunhee love each other right?" Y/n snapped back.

Seungcheol licked his lips, shaking his head.

If he wasn't letting up, neither was she.

"You guys have always been at each other's throat, you really think I believe that one day you guys just decided to stop?"

"He knows me better than anyone, Cheol. He knows what makes me happy, what makes me tick. He has wiped every tear that you have caused. He picked me up whenever you left me stranded. He has always been there, more importantly when you weren't."

She wasn't lying.

Behind all the small fights and teasing, the two had always leaned in each other for emotional support.

Just as Mingyu had done for her, she has also always been the one person he called when he was having a tough time – remembering the time that she brought food over to his dorm for a week straight because he had refused to eat after his first girlfriend had broken up with him.

They had their moments, but at the end of the day, she genuinely did love Mingyu.

They have been together through all the season of their lives and she couldn't imagine going through any heartbreak or failed job interviews without having him by her side.

They were each other's person.

"So yeah, sue me if I realized I may have been in love with my best friend too." Y/n continued. "Mingyu has always been there and it's nice being taken care of someone who actually knows me."

"I know you." He defended. "Your favorite color is green, you hate that you're in the medical field because but you chose to go through with it because you didn't want to disappoint your parents, you hate the sound of utensils rubbing together. I know you, Y/n."

"Those are shallow facts." Y/n countered. "Minghao knows those things about me too."

"I know that you had never once thought of Mingyu the way you thought of me." He continued, taking a step closer to her. "What you and I had– have, that's never going to measure up to what you think you're trying to pull off with Mingyu."

"So what? Is this your way of saying you chose me all along?"

"There's no need to choose, y/n." He raised his voice, growing frustrated with her question. "I care about you, and you should know that!"

"How? Huh? You have some crazy way of showing you care." She exhasperated.

"Just because I don't show it the way your little golden boy shows it, doesn't mean I don't care. It doesn't mean I don't want you."

"So do it then, pick."

"I'm not picking." He shook his head. "Just please, just drop the act and–"

"Is everything alright out here?" Mingyu's voice boomed from the steps of the restaurant, jogging over to where they stood.

"Yeah, we just finished talking." Seungcheol brushed past Mingyu, his shoulder hitting him as he bounded back to the well lit building – a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped them.

She could hear her ears begin to ring as she let out deep breath she didn't realize she was holding in.

"You okay?" Mingyu asked in genuine concern, scanning her face to see if there were any tears that fell from her eyes. He noticed that she was gone for far too long, instantly putting two and two together once he realized Seungcheol was missing from the table. Mingyu had quickly excused himself from the group, not wanting whatever Seungcheol had in mind to ruin not only y/n's night but everyone elses.

Y/n nodded, taking a step closer to him – silently asking for his arms to wrap around her. Both for consolation and to shield from the wind.

"I don't want to go back in there."

"Then we won't." He replied, resting his chin on her head.

"He knows we're just pretending." Her cheek pressed against his chest, her voice in pure defeat.

"Should we take some acting classes?"

Looking up to meet his eyes, she couldn't help but let a small laugh escape her lips. "Should we call it off?"

"I mean, everyone else already bought it." He shrugged. "Why don't we just pretend until the end of the trip. We wouldn't want a break up and a wedding all in one trip."

"Jeonghan would kill us for stealing the attention from him if we announced a break up." Y/n agreed. "Just, chill out on the fake sexual tension okay? It gives me the creeps."

"Whatever you want, stink."

The two stood in silence, Mingyu patiently waiting for Y/n to calm down from the high emotions. She had always hated confrontations, avoiding it as much as possible.

And when it can't be helped, she needed to take a few minutes as a breather to ground herself back to reality – after she had finally processed what had finally happened.

She tended to allow her emotions take full control whenever she was forced to confront a problem; in this case Seungcheol. It wasn't until moments after when she is able fully grasp what had truly happened.

Almost as if she had an out of body experience, watching the scene unfold from afar.

"Do we fight a lot?" She asked, taking a step back from him.

"Just an enough amount of times, why do you ask?" He chuckled.

"That's why he's not buying it. Because we fight a lot."

Mingyu licked his lips, thinking of all the times that they would openly bicker and argue in front of their group. It wasn't in any intentions to hurt each other, it was all out of pure fun. It was just who they were.

"I mean, what if I tease you because I like you." He reasoned.

"What are we, teenagers?"

He shrugged. "Don't let him get in your head. If he doesn't buy it then he doesn't. Let's just enjoy the trip."

She nodded. "One more."

"What?"

"What's my favorite color?"

"What?" He tilted his head in confusion.

"Answer it."

"Well, for clothes; black and white. For little trinkets, green. For other things, pink. For men, red." He listed, a smug smile appearing on his face when he said red.

Laughing, she gave him a playful shove. "Let's go."

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"Shit." Mingyu quickly sat up in his bed, looking over to the other side of the room where she was buried deep under the covers on her own bed. "Y/n wake up!"

"Mm..." She grumbled, pulling a pillow over her head.

"We woke up late, everyone's headed up to the North Shore already." Mingyu scrambled around the room, gathering all his belongings needed for the one hour trip up to the northern point of the island.

"Fuck!" Y/n shot up, grabbing her phone to check the time.

7:42 am.

They had all agreed on leaving the hotel by 6am, a few of the boys wanting to catch the morning surf before the waves died down. They had been so tired from the day before and had forgotten to set an alarm before bed.

The group chat had been actively making jokes just an hour ago about how the two most likely have forgotten because they were far too busy doing..... other things the night before, deciding to head up without them.

"I'll text them that we're leaving soon." Y/n typed away as Mingyu slipped into the bathroom to change and wash up.

She was sitting on the bed waiting for her turn when a knock on the door pulled her out of her trance. She wasn't a morning person and it took her some time to finally wake her body up.

To her surprise, Seungcheol was behind the door. "I woke up late too." He grumbled.

"Morning." Mingyu nodded, walking out of the bathroom "Stink, bathroom's all yours."

"I'll wait for you guys in the lobby." He turned his heel.

Just what she needed. An hour ride with Mingyu and Seungcheol.

Fun.

The were in the car in no time, neither one of them uttering a single word to another as Mingyu cruised along highway.

There wasn't much to talk about, and she was more than happy to take in the views of the lush greenery that surrounded them – pulling her film camera out every once and a while to capture the beauty.

"Can we listen to more calmer music, the bass on this thing is making me car sick." Y/n groaned, reaching over to grab Mingyu's phone out of the cupholder – unlocking the device with ease.

He had been using the same passcode for nearly ten years and had yet to change it. Claiming that he'd just forget it.

"Here." Seungcheol's hand stretched out from the backseat, his palm opened with a single candy resting. "It's ginger candy. Helps with motion sickness. Figured you– we would need it."

Y/n hesitantly grabbed it from his hand. "Thanks."

Popping the hard candy in to her mouth, she went back to scrolling through Mingyu's endless playlists – unable to find the right one to match the current mood.

A particular one had caught her eye, letting out a laugh. "Is this– oh my god." She flashed the screen to him, earning a laugh from him as well. "Why do you have my getting ready playlist saved?"

"It has good songs!" He defended. "I listen to it when I work out."

This sent her into more fits of laughter, clutching her stomach as she imagined him bench pressing while the City Girls blared loudly through his headphones. "You're so dumb."

"Maneater keeps my reps on pace."

"Stop– oh my god stop my stomach hurts. Don't talk." She wiped the moisture from her eyes, using another free hand to hit his shoulder.

"If you're not going to pick a playlist, can I have the AUX?" Seungcheol wasn't entertained.

In fact, he didn't find a single part of the interaction funny.

Y/n sat back up, clearing her throat once she had finally calmed down – passing the wire that was once connected to Mingyu's phone over to him.

Within seconds the voice of her favorite artist played loudly in the car.

Supercut by Lorde.

This was also her playlist.

The one she had shared to him months before.

She knew he was staring at her.

She could feel his eyes.

As the beat began to pick up, she felt Mingyu's hand rest on her knee – his fingers drumming along to the song.

"In your car, the radio up. We keep tryin' to talk about us. I'm someone, you may be my love." He nodded, looking over at her – waiting for her to join in.

He also knew this was her favorite song – the two having their fair share of blaring this loudly in his car back home, singing at the top of their lungs as they sped through the road.

"I'll be your quiet afternoon crush. Be your violent overnight rush. Make you crazy over my touch." A small smile crept on her lips as she followed his movements, swaying their bodies to the side.

Moments like this was when she appreciated how well he was able to pick up on her body language and silent thoughts – easily distracting her from any thoughts that could cause her to feel uneasy.

"I should have stayed back." Seungcheol shook his head as he watched the two make fools of themselves – his fingers hovering over the skip button.

He didn't skip it. He allowed for the queue'd music to play on, opting to look down at his phone as they went on singing every single word of the song.

"I'm hungry." Y/n sighed, as the next song played.

"They're gonna meet us at the Sunrise Shack, can you hold off for a thirty-five more minutes?" Mingyu asked, glancing at the navigation.

"I packed some spam musubi's from last night." Seungcheol offered, digging into his backpack to pull out a small tightly wrapped rice and ham combo.

Shaking her head. "I don't like–"

"Y/n doesn't like cold warm food." Mingyu replied at the same time.

"What he said."

Maybe he really didn't know her.

And maybe, they weren't acting.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n watched from her towel as the boys caught one wave after another, laughing whenever one of them lost their footing – sending them tumbling in to the water.

She was beginning to grow bored of sitting in the same spot, but considering the only other option was to walk around the stores a few miles down with Sunhee and Eunji, Jeonghan's fiance, she decided to stay back. She was in no mood to pretend to be close to the girl.

Not after last night.

In the moment of silence, the girl began to replay her and Seungcheol's conversation in her head.

She couldn't believe she was stupid enough to allow Mingyu to talk her into pretending to date him.

Even stupider to believe it would even work.

He was right. He did know her.

He knew when she was lying.

He knew that she wouldn't have dared considered seeing Mingyu in the same romantic light she had seen him.

But that was as far as it went.

He only knew her the same way the rest of their friends did.

Y/n began to think that maybe, if she would have waited it out longer instead of making him choose – things would have been different.

She would have gotten what she wanted.

"You okay?" Jeonghan's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

Digging his board down into the sand, he took a seat next to her – looking out into the distance where the rest of the guys were slowly paddling back in.

"Yeah, just thinking." Y/n pulled her lips into a tight smile.

"You made the right choice, you know." He spoke.

"What?" She turned to face him.

"Picking Mingyu." He continued. "He's always had some weird soft spot for you. And I know I don't know much about what you and Seungcheol went through– but– You deserve someone who's willing to drop anything to make sure you're happy. You're Mingyu's Sunhee"

She felt guilty.

Aside from Minghao, Jeonghan was someone who she had grown close to within the group. She found many nights confiding all her secrets to him during their late study sessions at the library.

He was easy to open up to and it broke her heart when he had decided to take a job offer across the country – losing that one person she was able to make a genuine connection with.

She wanted to tell him that it was all a lie, that they were pretending just so she could get a rise out of Seungcheol in hopes that he would realize what he was missing.

But she couldn't.

She was embarrassed.

"Snorkle time!" Mingyu cheered with Seokmin, placing their boards right next Jeonghan's.

"Hi." Mingyu smiled down at her, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek; just missing her lips by a few centimeters.

Taking both of them by surprise, their eyes wide once he had straightened out – luckily for them, no one had seemed to catch on to this.

"Can we slow down on the itinerary, I'm exhausted." Minghao whined, dragging his board behind him – dropping down on to the sand.

"I second that." Jeonghan sighed, laying down. "I want to nap."

"No none of that." Mingyu shook his head, grabbing either one of their arms to pull them up. "Come on let's go go go go!"

"Please tell your him to shut up." Minghao groaned, plopping back down once Mingyu had let go.

"Bug, chill." She laughed as she watch Minghao curl into a ball – groaning about how his body will be feeling sore until next month.

"Boooooo!" He gave her a thumbs down. "Boooooo!"

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

"You almost kissed me earlier."

"My bad." He yawned, keeping his eyes on the road.

After a long day of water activities and going around the shops of the North Shore, they were finally making their way back to the hotel. Y/n couldn't be more glad at the thought of being able to wash the salt water and sand off her skin and laying down on the soft mattress.

She was also grateful that Seungcheol didn't need to ride back with them – hopping into the Jeonghan's rental after they had finished off eating at the local shave ice stand.

"I was shocked too, I was too hyper at the time." Mingyu continued, fiddling with the nobs of the A/C unit when he noticed her shiver from the corner of his eyes. "Better?"

Y/n nodded. "No kissing okay? It's weird."

"You're a bad kisser, huh?" He teased.

"I don't know. Ask Seungcheol."

"Gross." He stuck his tongue out.

"Besides, pretty sure you have rabies."

Playing along with her joke, Mingyu rolling up his sleeve to flash her his bicep. "I got my shots up to date."

"Stupid." She snorted, going back to scrolling on her instagram – liking all the posts her friends have uploaded from today's activities.

Y/n felt warmth bubbling in her heart as she saw each and every carousel containing some sort of group pictures. She had missed this – when their group was complete, with no care in the world.

It brought her back to the time when they were all blissfully unaware of the real world; making the most of their college experience.

Before jobs, feelings, and schedules complicated their lives.

"Wanna hear something funny?" She asked, keeping her eyes trained on her screen.

She was looking at Sunhee's post – holding a bowl of shave ice nearly the size of her head with Seungcheol smiling widely in the back.

"Don't I ever?" Mingyu replied sarcastically.

"Jeonghan said I was your Sunhee."

Mingyu remained silent.

"Isn't that hilarious?" She turned her head to face his profile. "You would never put someone through what Seungcheol put me through because of me, right?"

"I'm afraid of commitment but I'm not an asshole, y/n." He glanced at her.

"I'm not Sunhee then... right?"

"I mean, in a way–"

"What do you mean in a way? We're nowhere near like them."

Their dynamic was a stark contrast to Seungcheol and Sunhee's.

Sure, they were very close – knowing each other better than they know themselves. But they knew boundaries.

They knew when to draw the line when it came to friendship, refusing to tread into dangerous waters because that's all they were.

Friends.

Two people, of the opposite gender, can be friends.

"Look, you're my best friend. We have our moments, but yeah- if you being my Sunhee means I'd do anything for you, then maybe?"

"You wouldn't do anything for me."

"Yeah I would." He defended.

"Mingyu, let's be real here." Y/n pressed.

The thing was, she didn't want to be Sunhee. She would never want to be the reason why her best friend's significant other felt insecure – the reason why they would come second best.

She would never wish her position on anyone.

Especially not someone who Mingyu loved.

"I am!" He chuckled. "Maybe I won't cancel on my date last minute for you for a little headache, but if it came down to making sure you're okay, yeah– I'll do anything for you."

He was being serious.

His tone matching his words.

"But I'm not Sunhee." She pressed.

She had her mind set on not wanting to be Sunhee.

She was y/n. She knew Jeonghan was simply making an analogy earlier, but the girl didn't want to be her. Not to Seungcheol, and defenitely not to Mingyu.

"No, you're right. You're y/n. My best friend" He sent her a warm smile, reaching over to give her knee a squeeze. "We're, as you would say, for lifers."

What the girl in the passenger seat didn't know was that she was his Sunhee.

She was the girl that he had fallen in love with.

The girl that he searched for in every other person he tried to date.

If she was his Sunhee then he was her Seungcheol.

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Love Languages: Steve Harrington

A list of Steve Harrington’s love languages, in order of favourite down ~

Acts of service:

Steve is babysitter, mom and dad all in one.

He wants to prove he’s a good friend, and boyfriend, and future husband and father. Never wants to leave you wanting. Anything you need doing, why didn’t you call him earlier? He’s on his way.

Sometimes you tell him though, that he shouldn’t feel like he has to do everything. Not for you, and the kids, and his friends, and the safety of the town, it’s too much on him. He wants to still help, but he appreciates that you don’t want him just for that, and that instead of shutting him out or down, you offer to help with him. Even if it’s something like fixing your car which you have no idea how to do (truthfully Steve is looking over a book on his shelf to make sure he actually remembers things before he helps out) he enjoys letting you help him out.

And reversed, it might be hard to get him to sit down long enough for you to help him, writing his speech asking for a promotion, cooking him dinner, lots of things. He had to learn to be quite independent at a young age. But mostly he’s worried that without helping others out, he’s not worth much to anyone.

But when he starts to get used to the notion of someone doing things just for him, he enjoys those little moments of relaxation. He’d rather it was you rubbing his temples than himself.

Words of affirmation:

He wants to know he’s doing a good enough job, and that you’re happy (and not going to leave him).

He likes to talk about his problems with the upside down because he’s never once felt like he can with the others, as he always had to be brave one. And as everyone knows, boys don’t cry. Well they do now, and he just sobs in pure relief as he is finally able to get it all out, and not do it alone anymore. Soaking your thigh with his tears as your hand has reached under his shirt, scratching his naked back, being careful of any injuries, as you tell him over and over just how amazing he is.

He wants you to know how much he really cares about you, he’s open about that stuff now, confirming with you that he loves you, that you’re perfect, and how much he treasures you. In big speeches as well, even if it’s seemingly at random times. And he’s dead serious during those speeches.

He needs you to know that he’ll always protect you.

Steve has grown so much as a person and he likes your confirmation when you tell him that he really has become a good person, even if you didn’t know him before when he feels like he was a massive douchebag. He likes to have that external reminders that he has grown, he is better, and you add onto that reminder that he should be proud of himself for it.

He also wants to always know what you’re thinking about. He yearns to know what’s going on inside that pretty head. Are they thoughts about him? Are they good? Are they criticisms? Are you okay? Can he help with anything? Talk to him please. He loves hearing your voice! It calms him, and fills him with love so warmly in his chest.

Gift giving:

Likes to buy you flowers, a couple of semi expensive gifts just to see that smile on your face, to know you were happy, and that he made you happy.

Wants to constantly be surprising you with little things to keep you on your toes, he doesn’t like when he thinks things are slowing or feeling less romantic, it worries him, because he doesn’t want you to bore of him. He wants to be fun and spontaneous and to provide for you. Even if sometimes his spontaneity comes off as a little crooked, or forced, but it’s him trying that’s the important factor.

He’s gonna be your spouse after all, he’s gotta prove himself to you. At least he’s sure he does.

Part of it also comes from how he’s grown up, the gentleman buys dinners and jewellery and flowers. But mostly he just loves seeing how happy you get. He literally loves you so much he wants to get you the world.

Probably found something in his parents attic he was 100% sure they wouldn’t care if it was gone, and sold it to buy you a lot of smaller somethings.

Gets excited whenever he sees anything in any store that he thinks you’ll like. Literally grins and places his hands on his knees, bending and squinting at it, before rocking on them for a second. He’s biting his lip in a grin, imagining any multitude of your reactions when he brings it home all bagged up for you at the end of the day. Robin may try pulling him away from store windows, but he always comes back on his own.

Sometimes he goes to shops just to scour blindly for something, any treat to get you when he gets home from work. It makes him happy thinking of you, humming as he gets reminders of your favourite things surrounding him. And the domesticity of strolling around the store, looking at something he can pick out for you, his love, on his way home from work. Even if it’s something smaller like just chocolate, or your favourite drink, he’s happy to come home and have something to chuck at you.

It also lets you know he’s always thinking about you, in his mind.

He’s surprised and always flattered when you buy him something though. Steve doesn’t expect gifts, he doesn’t think he’s good enough to have earned them, or that anyone would think of him spontaneously like that.

He doesn’t think guys get flowers, or chocolates, or personalised gifts that show you know him so well, especially on non special occasions, but he always melts when he gets anything from you, even in those rare times if you thought it was shitty.

You better be careful though, because if you get him something that touches him emotionally, normally something personal, the next day you’re going to be buried alive on the sofa as he shakes out little tokens of affection he just had to grab for you, all over your curled up body.

Bonus, the only time he didn’t care about Eddie stealing, was when he yoinked something Steve had been staring at the entire time in the shop. “Harrington you literally never shut the fuck up about buying this for your girl. And it’s not even that expensive, can’t charge me a felony on that. Go see your wifey. And stop telling me about how awesome this thing is because honestly, a Metallica vinyl has much more value in my books. Plus it wasn’t even that hard to grab.” His friends definitely get annoyed with how obsessed Steve is with the new item he found for you, it’s a mix of being so excited for your reaction and repeating it to himself so he doesn’t forget what he wanted to buy/make, he can’t shut up about it.

Physical touch:

Steve’s still sometimes like a horny teen, cornering you from behind when he lead you to the family video store break room, to kiss your neck and down your chest.

His touch doesn’t always mean he wants sex though, he genuinely just likes touching you, making you smile with his little movements, the feel of you on him. He could just rub his mouth, not even in a kissing way, just nuzzling his face over and over into your shoulder and he’d literally go dizzy. Gets drunk off your scent.

Your scent is comforting to him. It’s his truest version of home. He’s like a scared little child if he wakes in the dark without it; and his parents weren’t exactly ones to tuck him back into bed and kiss the nightmares away. In some ways he almost is like a kid again, gaining an almost trauma response on his worst nights if he wakes up alone, with you not there to lead him hand in hand back to bed, switching the warm lamp on and holding him close. But Steve’s brave, if you’re not home he wants to get over it himself, he put himself back to bed when he was six, he can do it now. But he’ll be very clingy with you the next morning, begging you to stay the night with him.

He likes having a hand on your arm or shoulder in public, or if you hold his hand first he is beaming. It’s not a possessive thing, it’s a support thing, like this is my partner and I’m there for them. Also he’s ready to grab you in case a monster splits the floor in two or something. And just so you know he’s right there with you. Even standing close behind you, just near enough for him to give you reassurances, or for you to extend the same courtesy to him. And again, your warmth and scent are surrounding him, and you’re easy enough to stroke or hold whenever his mind, or body, fathoms of doing so. Casually reminding you of his love and affection for you at all times, even if he can’t say anything because the kids have come to harass him, at least his hand is on your bicep.

Likes laying down with you whenever he has a rest so he can hold you close. Laughing as he snuggles into you, being goofy and vulnerable and stroking every part of your body before just holding you fondly. Probably squeezes a couple of times throughout, just to remind himself that you’re there, and you that he’s there; he’s already hugging you but it’s like an extra hug as an extra reminder of his love for you.

Definitely throws you over his shoulder if you are determined to move because you’ve got to pee, being your own escort to the bathroom before he plops you down, talking to you as he sits with his back to the door, only to wait till the second the tap is turned on to crawl behind you and wrap his arms round your shoulders, smiling into your temple and at your reflection in the bathroom mirror as he kisses your hair, inhaling your smell. Definitely makes a gratuitous sound of content as he sniffs you because it makes you laugh and splash water at him. Not even in a sexual way, just as if your smell makes him so happy and relaxed it’s like a spell.

Please sit on his shoulders in the pool and play wrestle with Eddie and Robin please please please. Wants you to cling onto his back as he wades around with you in the water. Has definitely touched you in the pool as well, obviously only when you two are alone though.

When you’re at home if you’re not sat with him on the couch or in bed, he has his arms wrapped around you and chin tucked into your shoulder or neck, so he can see what you’re doing. Literally gets confused when you mention for the first time that whever you stand up, even if you’re only going to the other side of the room, he’s always following right behind you, like a couple of inches space wise the most, he didn’t even realise he was doing it. You tell him not to stop though. Of course you do reassure that you’re not going to disappear into thin air or abandon him if you walk from the couch to the tv, or worse go into a completely separate room, ugh the dreaded thought, but you also assure him that he is definitely allowed to follow you like a little puppy, he doesn’t have to worry either way. Sometimes when you’re on his lap, playing with his hair as you both watch tv, you’ll just ‘casually’ mention that you were about to go to the kitchen for a snack, because if you’re already on his lap there’s a chance he’s going to not let you out of his arms once and carry you all the way there and all the way back. Cool we’ll go to the kitchen together, you pull the fridge open and take out those blueberries for me please, I’ll make sure not to drop you. Hopefully, he teases.

He’s beaming on the inside when he realises that you touching him has become so normalised to him too! It still makes his brain all happy when you hold his hand to lead him to a new video you wanted an opinion on, or wrapped your arms around his own when he was just giving a stranger directions.

Whenever you grace him with your touch it’s a comforting reminder to him that you really do love him. You want to touch him, you like just so naturally holding him, or getting him to hold you. He craves that confirmation but not in an unhealthy way anymore. It just makes him feel good. Touching you in any way though, makes Steve feel good.

Quality time:

Steve hates having an empty house, he loves you sharing it with him. Even if you don’t officially live with him, you basically do. Steve wants you to casually move in, so you always have each other to come home to. He’s also only told you this, but some nights he gets scared sleeping alone in the big dark house. With you there the scary thoughts of something coming to get him hardly ever even occur to him. It’s family roleplay for real, he can’t wait till the real thing where you have a wedding band on your finger and your first- or sixth- baby in your arm. Not that he wouldn’t be scooping that baby right up.

It may also be the next step for your relationship, even if you’re not sharing a lease, moving in with him still feels so real and normal for Steve. He loves loves loves to talk with you about your future, whether it takes place in that house, or another he’ll buy for you. Hell he’ll even build it for you. White picket fence, a dog, six kids, his dream car, oh what’s that you want the bathroom on the north side too? You got it babe, let him add it to his notebook of example blueprints.

He doesn’t really like being separated from you much, from more of an anxiety and trauma standpoint because what if you get hurt... it is Hawkins after all, and he wouldn’t have been there to be Steve the protector.

Asks you to visit when he’s working, even if he’s not on break, he can still talk to you. Robin likes you so she only bullies Steve about being distracted.

He likes to ask you about your day, and if a day passes and he hasn’t, most likely you just didn’t pick up the phone the only second of the day the poor man had free, he’s worried it was bad and is already thinking of ways to help.

He likes seeing you whenever he is free, likes when you call asking when he’s available. He likes the fact you ask him to spend time with you. Obviously you don’t ask quite like that, not that he’d mind if you did, but when you make plans to see him, just to hang out together; whether you planned something small with him like watching the season finale of that show you were hooked on and playing a board game together, or asking him out on an extravagant date out which fills the entire day with tickets somewhere that cost $100, or just simply asking him for some time between the two of you. It’s something that he’s so happy to do for you.

He likes that you want to spend time with him, but he also likes the fact you don’t feel the need to spend every second with him, like his parents who don’t trust each other. Although Steve would happily spend most of his time with you, not because you two have no trust, but because you just genuinely like each others company that much.

Even if he’s normally working or babysitting the kids, he likes if you’re there with him. Steve doesn’t have a lot of spare time, for moments for just the two of you. He doesn’t particularly mind it, he definitely feels he has to be there for the kids or his friends or work harder towards some goals in life, and doesn’t mind keeping busy vs just watching tv or something. But he’s super snuggly when he does have it, wanting to know everything in your head, or work on something with you like cooking dinner together. If you two can do it together, that’s pretty good in his books.

[certifiedtrashmouth]

#66 for Spotify wrapped: Eddie Munson x Reader

(I'm currently reeling after reading Maroon, that was such beautiful heartbreak. I'm a little lost after it 😭🖤)

TRACK 66 - moodswings by 5 seconds of summer (eddie munson x reader)

a/n: first of all, i apologize for maroon!!! even though this song is a perfect recipe for angst, i tried to swing it as fluffy as possible to make up for that emotional damage lol. also i’m also having a ‘bad day’, and wish i had an understanding eddie to make it better.

warnings: mentions and subtle descriptions of depression

“through bloodshot eyes, the sky is falling. it kills when i try to push you away.” 

The room is dark when Eddie walks in. Your roommate had let him in, motioning him towards your room when he’d silently asked where you were with a look. Your door had been shut, so he knocked softly a few times. When he gets no response, he lets himself in quietly, shutting the door back behind him. 

He can barely make out the shape of you in your bed. It’s a messy mountain of blankets, a lump in the center he can only assume is you buried beneath. The only sound in the room is the hum of the fan in the corner. 

His movements are careful as he approaches, toeing off his shoes and discarding his jacket as neatly as possibly on the back of your desk chair. He takes in the state of your room: messy. Clothes litter the floor, there’s a few cups and plates stacked on the desk, your school bag is left unzipped and peaking out beneath the edge of your bed with your schoolwork carelessly poking out. There’s a half burned 3-wick candle left without its metal lid on your dresser - odd, considering you always try to recap the candles when they weren’t in use based on your incessant belief that them being left exposed would deteriorate the scent. 

“Sweetheart?” he whispers when he finally makes it to where you’re curled up, sitting on the edge of the bed as slowly as possible as to not fully disturb you. He can hardly make out the rise and fall of your shoulders as you breathe deeply. 

You’re not asleep. He knows you aren’t, because you snore. It’s something he’s light-heartedly teased you for relentlessly. 

But you’re not responding, and something in the back of his mind knows better than to press you any further. Instead, he takes a hand and gently places it where he believes your thigh is hidden. The warmth of his palm stirs you finally, and he watches as you very slowly turn and shift from beneath the covers. When he finally catches sight of you, his heart simply breaks. 

Your hair is a mess, and your eyes are glassy. Bloodshot, even. It’s obvious you had been crying, whether it was hours ago or seconds before. 

You don’t have to say a word. He stands, and you immediately lift the covers for him. He crawls into the cocoon you’ve created for yourself and so subtly invited him to join you in. Under the covers, it’s warmer than the previous chill of the room. Not by much, but still enough to be comfortable. He shifts himself into a comfortable position quickly, and in a moment’s time you’ve thrown yourself at him. You cling to his t-shirt as your face presses into his chest, leg thrown over his waist, tugging yourself impossibly close. 

He doesn’t mind. He just wraps his arms around you, letting his hand immediately go into auto-pilot as his fingers trail up and down your spine through the oversized t-shirt you’re wearing. The repetitive motion melts you as you relax, moving yourself even closer to him if that were possible. Your head ends up resting against his collarbone, nearly buried in his neck, and he tilts down his chin. 

His lips meet your temple in a chaste kiss before he murmurs, “Bad day?” 

You only nod. Words seem to have escaped you for the time being. 

He doesn’t mind. You both know he’ll stay here with you as long as you need. He won’t bring up nor judge for the messy state of your room nor your mind. He won’t press you to talk if you aren’t ready to. For now, he’s content just being here for you. He’s content to hold you in his arms, to remain in this bubble until you find a way to put the pieces back together and begin to feel better. All he wants you to know right now is that he’s here, and he always has been, and he always will be. During the good days and the bad days. 

You lay there together for an endless amount of time. It’s just you and him, the smell of his stale cigarettes and drug store cologne mingling with the waning remnants of the candle and dust. Everything about the moment is safe - there’s no judgment, no pressure, and certainly no hurry. His actions are a clear wordless whisper; take all the time you need, love. We have all the time it’ll take.

When the time comes and you’re ready, he’ll have the smiles ready. He’ll have his plethora of badly timed jokes and ridiculous stories to tell. He’ll fill you in on his day, or he’ll listen to you ramble as to what’s bothering you, if anything, if that’s what you need. But the time is not now. Right now is the time for silence and heavy tranquility. For hushed healing and effortless affinity.

He’s here for you. And that’s enough for now.

[anominous-user]

gonna do something incredibly stupid here (opening up doodle requests for flame-chasers/THSC).

you can send in anything relating to them and i will try my best to doodle them to the best of my ability

[skzcre]

It's my graduation ceremony coming up this week and because I'm single, I'll be taking my bang chan p/c with me.

Can u pls write a little something-something about how proud daddy chan would be of me?

congratulations on graduating babez !!! <3333 chan would be very proud of u and i am proud too :D

he would be so supportive throughout your whole time in college, making sure to text u to remind u of ur due dates if needbe (and reminding you to not overwork urself and eat !!! i know i stay forgetting personally T_T)

you better believe he’d come with you to the ceremony too, standing proudly in the crowd and cheering as loud as possible for you even though he’s not supposed to. but who cares !! his baby made it to the finish line after working so hard for so long !!! how dare anyone try to tell him he shouldn’t cheer >:(

spoils the absolute hell out of you for at least a week afterward, like more than he usually does. buys you graduation gifts, takes you out to a really nice dinner and probably gets really deep during the conversation telling you how he admires you for making it through and even though it was tough on you he’s excited to support you on your future career (〃ω〃) probably makes you cry he’s just so sincere and it hurts ur heart in all the best ways

oh gosh he’s just so sweet aw heck :(

[infinite-orangepeel]

hc that after attending the ronance wedding & seeing nancy walk down the aisle in a veil, eddie requests that steve wear the scoops hat as his version of a “veil” for their upcoming wedding

[imaginethatsupernatural]

Imagine: Dean is reluctant to being a father.

TW: Nothing major, just some minor heartache here and there. Pregnancy is involved too but nothing bad happens with it.

I’m pretty proud of this one though! It’s a little long but the story just like flowed out of me lol sorry. It’s modeled after an imagine I posted the other week. Sorry if any of the tenses are messed up LOL.  ENJOY! <3

This wasn’t necessarily planned. Hell, you and Dean being together wasn’t necessarily planned. It was slow at first, and then like a wave crashing down on you - you were in love with him. He was in love with you. And there was no more denying it. Things were wonderful, albeit a little frustrating with Dean at times. You’d been together nearing the 3 year mark. The two of you had always been careful in the bedroom, but you also never really talked about the “what ifs” of that not going to plan. That is, until there was no time left to think about it. You almost didn’t want to take a test because if you did, and it was positive, it would be real. But you had to, of course. Within minutes, 2 bright pink lines appeared on the test in your hand. You gasped. You put your hands on the sink counter to steady yourself. What would Dean think? 

Telling him was not an easy feat, in fact it felt like it was to be a loss. You were nervous and scared…but also excited in a way. And you dreamed that he would be too. Dean was your wonderful, usually very loving soulmate and hell, why not have a baby together? 

You sat him down that evening after dinner, privately. You took his hands and looked at the floor. He could tell you were off, and could tell you were about to say something to him that he needed to brace himself for. He just knew you so well,

“What’s goin’ on, (Y/N)? You barely ate, or spoke for that matter, at dinner…is everything okay?” He said, taking your hand tighter. You didn’t really know how to say it. You didn’t look at him initially. All you knew is that it had to be said,

“I’m…I’m pregnant, Dean,” You blurted out softly, letting the words marinate in the air before looking up at him. He was quiet. He was stunned. He then chuckled, 

“Ha, that’s-that’s a good one, (Y/N), you almost got me!” He chuckled again while pointing at you with a nervous smile. But, when he realized you weren’t smiling, his demeanor changed dramatically. He straightened his back out, and his smile faded,

“Wait…wait, are you serious? You’re actually pregnant?” He said. You nodded. You still had a hold of his hand and as you went to take a tighter grip, he let your hand go. There was a pang in your chest. He stood up and paced for a moment or two,

“I didn’t plan for this, Dean, it just…happened. These things happen…” you said, playing your own devil’s advocate. Dean shook his head and stopped, looking down at you,

“No, no, spilling a beer or getting a popped tire ‘just happens’...this is…is this kind of a big deal here, (Y/N)...” He looked down and sighed. You stood up and walked over to him,

“I know, trust me, I know it is…” you stepped closer to him, 

“But please…I need you-,” You stopped speaking before you said the next thing, knowing it could make it worse,

“Dean…” you said softly and put your hand on his arm. His eyes floated hazily to yours. Hiis jaw was tight,

“I…I want to keep it,” you said as confidently as you could. Dean blinked. He was a bit stunned. He put his hand over his mouth before exhaling and taking a step back from you,

“I just…need a minute…,” He slapped his hand gently onto his thigh and walked out of the room. This was not at all what you expected in terms of a reaction from him. You felt shattered. Heartbroken. Your entire world, shifted in an instance. You walked to the guest bedroom to stay for the night and cried until you fell asleep. And Dean didn’t come to you that night. From that moment on, Dean was not the same to you. But you stayed, hoping, praying to whatever was in the sky to bring him around to you. Over the next few months, things were actually going well for you and your pregnancy, thankfully. Baby had a strong heartbeat, and you were showing well by now. A cute, plump, round little tummy. You still had morning sickness but it came and went, amongst other trival pregnancy symptoms. Dean and you were still together, but things were very different. He barely showed you the same level of affection, though you were now sleeping in the same bed again. He gave you a kiss here and there, made you tea or decaf coffee, drove you to your appointments - but he always seemed reluctant to look at your bump, touch your bump, or even be remotely happy to hear about ultrasounds or things like where the baby will sleep. And it was getting to be a lot. You were nearing your wits end with him. You had half a mind to just leave and take the baby. Clearly he would be so much happier, right? On top of all this, you and Sam had gotten closer. Not romantically, but Sam recognized how Dean was acting and knew you needed someone. Because, well, you didn’t really have much of anyone else in a solid way. 

One day, while Dean was out of the bunker doing some shape or form of errands he said he needed to run, you and Sam were at the table. You had received some gifts from hunter friends and diner workers you knew from town. Some small monetary gifts, but also things like baby clothes. Sam was fully into his uncle role. He picked up a newborn sleeper and shook his head, 

“I find it hard to believe a tiny person is going to fit into this. I’m going to be like…the giant at the top of the beanstalk to the little squirt,” he said, which made you giggle. But then your heart felt sad. You felt your eyes well up but you stopped yourself. You looked down with a sniffle. Sam frowned. He folded the sleeper up and reached for your hand,

“It’s okay, (Y/N)...” he said softly. You shook your head, 

“No, it’s really not, Sam. Dean…Dean should be here and he just…doesn’t give a damn. Not a single one. He doesn’t care. I don’t…I don’t even know if he loves me anymore…” you looked at Sam, 

“It’s too much for me to bear. I can’t…” you started to cry. Sam got up and kneeled in front of you,

“(Y/N), Dean loves you…he does…he’s just…this isn’t easy for him-” He said softly again,

“Sam-,” you say, shushing him softly. You didn’t want to hear some sorry excuse. You closed your eyes,

“I know- I know you mean well, and you have undoubtedly been there for me through this…but I think I need to go.” You said firmly, opening your eyes to peering over to Sam. He was in shock for a moment and squinted his eyes, 

“But…where will you go, (Y/N)? This…this has been your home for years now…” he says. He didn’t want you to go either. You shook your head,

“It hasn’t felt like home much lately…I’ll find my way…always do,” you leaned in and looked him in the eyes, 

“Please don’t try to stop me. And…if Dean cares enough, he’ll come find me. Find us,” you said, putting a hand on your stomach.

 Sam felt his eyes welling now. He sniffed and nodded. You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He helped you up and walked you to your room. That’s when he saw a suitcase and a couple bags packed and he gasped softly,

“You’re already packed…” He almost whispers. Sam knew at this point you had made up your mind. And could he blame you? Dean had been awful to you within the last few months.

Sam called for a taxi for you and loaded the car up, trying not to be emotional the entire time. He didn’t want you to leave but also knew that when Dean found out, he’d be in trouble. You hugged him tightly, and he hugged you back just as tightly,

“Call me if you need anything - any single thing, you hear me?” He said earnestly yet firmly. You nodded and gave him one more squeeze before you headed off into the distance in the taxi. Sam watched until the cab disappeared. He kicked the dirt on the ground and exhaled before he entered the bunker again.

A couple hours had passed and you found yourself at least two towns over. You made your way into a diner for dinner, not really sure of where you were going to go, other than to the train station across the street. You felt like crying every 5 minutes, but you absolutely could not let yourself be the pregnant person who cried every so often and disturbing the other customers.

 Meanwhile, Dean had gotten home. He bought pie, beer, and an iced beverage for you. A small part of him still cared, somewhere in there. He called out to you when he got back. There was, of course, no answer. All was quiet. He scrunched his nose up,

“(Y/N)...Sam?!” He called out again. His anxiety began to rise ever so slightly. That’s when he walked past the table and saw something on the floor that caught his eye. You had forgotten to pack it. It was the sleeper Sam was holding earlier. Dean exhaled heavily, knowing he messed up by not being there for the opening of the presents. He took the sleeper with him and walked to your shared bedroom,

“(Y/N), look…” he said softly before looking up and realizing the light was out. He turned it on and noticed nearly all of your personal belongings are gone. He was stunned. Then suddenly, it set in. His mind began to race, as well as his heart. What has he done? Where had you gone?

“SAM!” He shouted and ran to the kitchen. Sam was sitting, reading, and enjoying sandwich. He jumped up when he heard his name but relaxed, as he knew what conversation he was about to have with Dean.

“Sam!” Dean shouted again when he saw him, “Where the hell did (Y/N) go!?” he roars.

“Dean…” Sam said calmly, “(Y/N) left. Took a cab a couple of hours ago…”

Dean ran his hand through his hair feverishly, 

“And-and you just let this happen?! (Y/N) is pregnant, are you INSANE?!” he shouted.

“(Y/N) had made up their mind! Well and good, okay? Already packed. There was no going back. Maybe if you treated (Y/N) better, we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Sam shouted back at him, 

“You don’t know the things I know, Dean. The times I had to comfort (Y/N), the times I was there when it undoubtedly should have been you!” He said, shoving his finger in the air at Dean. Dean’s breathing eased up but his jaw stayed tight. He looked down. Sam exhaled,

“I’m not going to pretend to understand why you’ve been acting the way you have, but it’s truly a sorry excuse for a man like you,” Sam said. Dean shook his head,

“Sam…Sam, what do I do?” he asked sadly. This caught Sam off guard. Sam blinked slowly and looked at Dean, 

“What do you mean?” Sam asked. Dean threw a hand in the air and stammered over his words, 

“I-I ruined everything. I messed it all up. I lost (Y/N) and now my kid-” He slammed his fist gently on the metal table before him, 

“Is there any going back from this?” Dean said, trying to hold tears back. Sam could tell Dean was deeply ashamed and had more underlying issues about this than he originally thought. He sighed, walked to Dean, and put his arm around his older brother,

“I can’t tell you that (Y/N) would take you back at this point. I can’t tell you everything will be okay. But what I can tell you is the first steps to making it right - you need to go find (Y/N) and apologize - apologize big time.” He gave his shoulder a squeeze. Dean nodded and looked at Sam for a moment before he sighed, 

“(Y/N) could be anywhere by now…I wouldn’t even know where to start,” Dean stood upright. Sam smiled softly and put his hands in his pockets,

“Something tells me (Y/N) didn’t stray too far…” he said matter of factly. Dean looked up at him, grabbed the impala keys, and raced off for the front door. 

Sam was right. Yes, you were a couple towns over, but nothing too crazy. Your plan was this: leave that night, hope Dean comes for you, and if he doesn’t…take a train to another state. Start a new life. Forget you even knew the Winchesters. Of course, some of this was pregnancy hormones and your own dramatic flare, but it was your plan. 

It was reaching 10 PM. The train station in which you were at was still rather busy but getting quieter and more eerie. Your train was to leave at midnight, so you just had to wait two more hours and hope no one decided to bother you. You kept your slouchy sweater tight to you and a bag on your lap hiding your bump. You wanted to be as to yourself as you could be. As the time ticked down and Dean was no where to be found, your heart seemed to break just a bit more each passing minute.

“What am I still doing here?” You muttered to yourself. You picked up your bags and walked over to the ticket window and smiled politely at the person behind the counter,

“Hi, um, sorry to bother, but my ticket is for midnight. Is there any way I can get it in exchange for something in, I don’t know,  ten minutes?” You asked. The attendee took the ticket from your hand and was a little grouchy, but not mean to you, 

“I’ll take a look,” he said, beginning to type fast on his computer. You nodded and leaned against the wall as you waited. Within a few moments, he handed you a new ticket, 

“It’s for 10:55, that’s in five minutes. Have a good night, ma’am,” he said promptly. You nodded and thanked him. You hoped you could make it as you couldn’t run that fast, especially with all your belongings. Then, at long last - or so it felt, you reached the door. You didn’t really know how to feel. You closed your eyes and exhaled. Just as you were about to step up on the train, you heard a voice and loud footsteps,

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), please! Wait! Don’t get on the train!” someone called out. You spun around and saw Dean running full speed ahead to you. You gasped softly. You didn’t really think he would show up. You pulled away from the train and waited for him to slow down as he approached you,

“Dean…” you said to him softly, “...what are you doing?” you asked him.

“I’m…trying to stop you from leaving…I don’t-I don’t want you to go…please,” he nearly begged you. You scoffed with tears in your eyes, 

“Are-Are you freaking SERIOUS, Dean?!” you cried out, “This-” you motioned to your surroundings, “Is what I had to do to get you to notice me? Want me? Care about me!?” you wiped a falling tear. Dean shook his head, barely able to look at you. He raises his eyes to your bump. His eyes lingered there for a moment, before looking into yours. He put his hands in his pockets and exhaled, while looking at you as best he could,

“I’m...I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know I’ve been distant and-and difficult...I don’t have a good excuse for not being there for you. At all. I’m just...scared out of my boots, here, (Y/N). You can give me that right? Given my past…How am I supposed to keep both of you safe?! How am I supposed to love another person this much with the fear of some damn demon or something taking it all away? I would never forgive myself if something happened…,” Dean got a little choked up but he composed himself, 

“I understand if you want to go. I treated you like dirt, when you needed me the most. I just…I needed to apologize to you…a step in the way of making things right,” he said to you with sincerity. You breathed more normally now. You really hadn’t thought of his past and how it could have affected his conscience,

“You made me feel like there was nothing left for me here. You made me feel like…the love was lost and that you didn’t care. I needed to see that you cared…and here you are,” You said with a smile, teary smile,

“But, I’m wounded, Dean. It’s going to take a long time to fix this. You need to let the past go and accept the future that is happening now. Or, this-” you motioned to him and you, 

“-will also be a thing of the past,” you said firmly, making yourself clear. Dean nodded. He understood everything you had said to him. Suddenly, he felt a fire in his heart once more. It no longer felt frigid and frozen in place. It was going to take time, but he felt ready,

“I promise you I will not let that happen,” he took a few steps up to you. You and Dean looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before you closed them and kissed each other rather tenderly. You bit your lip softly with a smile afterwards and looked up at him. Dean then reached out his hand slowly and placed it on your stomach. You could even feel the difference in his touch, 

“I am not letting you or your mom here get away that easily, you hear?” he said to your bump, which made the both of you chuckle. The baby kicked his hand and Dean gasped softly, 

“Gosh, you have to put up with that for a few more months? Gonna have quite the karate master on our hands here…” Dean said. You shook your head and slapped his arm playfully. Dean smiled and embraced you in a hug, and kissed your head. The two of you strolled back to the Impala, Dean taking all the bags of course, and headed back to the bunker. Everything was going to be a work in progress. You had to rebuild a bit and learn trust again, but somehow, you just knew everything was going to be okay again - maybe somehow even better than before.

[cxsmicvega]

"omg imagine ur f/o being sweet and taking you on picnics 🥺🥺🥺"

i cannot because they are holding a knife to my throat and calling me pretty about it idk what to tell you

[neonsbian]

i didnt even consider pisaeng time traveling as a possibility, i thought the thingy lost it's time travel juice....omg this changes everything

[bucket-of-amethyst]

Bdubs is the kingmaker and Impulse is the kingslayer

Uh that’s it really hastag impdubs

good lird..........

no wait actually i need more of this dm holy hecc omg i have my head in my hands i am shaking u-

okok imagine with me those art pieces that are split in the middle,, on one side.. a silhouette of a moss-cloaked Bdubs holding up the crown, ready for the coronation, the branches of the tree of whimsy in the background, sunlight filtering through... it's holy, calm, the hopeful beginning. And the other side the silhouette of a dwarf, the crown on the floor, the gem shattered on the dirty dark blackstone floor, his axe is bloodied, the piece is foggy with the fumes of the nether, the fight is over, the king is dead-

or OR SOMETHING something anything about how the crown the power the kingmakers' duty came from the tree of whimsy and how impulse wields an axe the tool made to take down trees he took it down he[IS CONSUMED BY THE ROT]

[marchsage]

ranger leader lance for lance week on twitter!! how could he resist such a noble calling

4th prompt - different occupation

[adrinktostopyourthirst]

I officially have covid and do not feel sexy at all, but I have time to write now so who knows I might post something