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on one hand I should probably branch out and not pair azura up with jakob for my nth playthru of fates rev on the other I simply cannot resist slightly messy but ride or die shigure + dwyer sibling bond
#katie rambles#look im just a sucker for their dynamic as siblings#at least in how i envision it which is pretty much older dwyer jealous + annoyed with shigure at first because he's so amazing + loved#in a way he is not (which makes him understandably mad)#but also loving him anyways even if he struggles to be nice about it because shigure's been thru shit he hasn't#and like hell is he going to be an asshole like his father over something he can't help#so he's a bit blunt and gruff but also he's the first one to sit down and check in on his little bro after a fight#and azura holds the family together she's like just the right note to make a harmonic chord with the group#(jakob/azura isn't really azura's best ship but sometimes it makes me a little soft)#(sometimes I think about jakob ready to throw knives at anyone who dares to slander his wife and coaching azura on taking less shit)#(because its what she deserves she deserves dignity and happiness)#but yeah like idk I think they make a really fun contrast you don't really get with shigure's other potential siblings#something messy and slightly strained until they understand each other like introducing a new kitten to ur grumpy cat#and then like a few weeks later catch them snuggled up together and the grumpy cat is hissing at anyone who tries to touch babey#'katie this is a lot to put in the tags are u good' im still emotionally compromised over a like c-tier pairing from a 6 year old game#you think im good
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based on a lil discussion with me and @moonboohoo btw this is a little ooc since sukuna is a cat lol. enjoy!
[yuji is typing...]
oh my godddd you're ordering food? i want food too wtf
anyway. i hear u about your problem. why not just ask the first person you see when you get back home?
[(y/n) is typing...]
you want me to ask my cat??????
[yuji is typing...]
oh no not the cat, that feline is the devil himself im sure
the person delivering your food, ask them!!! maybe they'd be willing to give you a chance
[(y/n) is typing...]
hey!!!! :( dont be mean to sukuna :((
your maine coon curls up against you as you flop down on the couch with phone in hand, the other switching on the television with not much thought. your hand naturally strokes the cat's fur, jumping channels from one to the next in boredom as you wait for the delivery.
sukuna's purring carry on even when the doorbell is rung, accepting the food with a smile and careful hands. when you don't return, however, the cat perks up in curiosity, seeing the familiar twirl of your hair around your fingers as you engage in a conversation with the person at your door.
"so... is tomorrow okay?" you ask, tired of waiting for the perfect partner to come and sweep you off your feet. the other goes to answer, but sukuna interrupts before they can, hissing with the swishing of his bushy tail. it's as if he was a human himself, staring down at the delivery person despite the massive height difference.
"ah, s..sorry," you rush to place the food down, picking up the majestic cat into your arms to cradle him, "my cat's pretty aggressive to strangers."
"we could always reschedule it?" they say, shrugging their shoulders, "doesn't look like your cat wants me in the house if i were to come over tomorrow."
you smile apologetically, "'m sorry again."
they wave a hand, both in goodbye and dismissal of your apology for such a trivial thing.
the cat descends from your arms gracefully, walking off like he hadn't just cost you a future partner. as sukuna prances off, you roll your eyes at his dramatics, reaching for the food before finally settling down in front of the television again. at least now you had a purpose of going channel surfing.
it wasn't a very productive day, clocking out at an early 11pm to get ready for tomorrow. scrolling through social media was your favourite pastime, slotting in a bit of 'me' time before succumbing to sleep with sukuna snuggled up against your side.
the next morning wasn't merciful; with its bright rays shining through the window and the annoying construction going on from across the street, you could almost feel your annoyance levels rising before you got the morning routine.
"she wanted to invite them into the house? thank god i swooped in before they could agree. what right do they have to hang with (y/n)?"
what's worse is there was murmuring just at the foot of your bed, the pacing of their footsteps deemed too loud by your groggy, grumpy self.
wait.
"who's there?!" your shout catches the attention of the male, hand pointing at the owner of the noisy-ass footsteps with fear.
his messy pink hair was enough to catch your attention, but the tattoos littered across his arms and face was enough to make you gasp. you keep your mouth shut when he looks you over with red eyes, meeting yours with a tilt of his head. it's a sukuna habit, even when he's a human.
"who... are you?"
"seriously?" he asks unimpressed, crossing his arms over his exposed chest.
"sukuna!" you jolt in surprise at your missing cat, "sukuna?"
there's genuine concern and confusion when you repeat his name for the third time, coming to terms that he might really be in front of you.
"s...ukuna?" you whisper in caution, inching towards him as he keeps his eyebrow raised at your clueless state. tracing your hand across his carefully drawn tattoos was the first thing you did before moving on to his unkempt pink hair and mouth, where he still possessed his canine teeth.
he recoils as part of instinct, an uncharacteristic blush appearing on his face.
you overlook his behaviour but instead groan, falling back into the bed behind you in panic from the situation you've just encountered. your head comes up to gaze at the other, frustrated that he hasn't gone away after slapping your face, blinking your eyes or even falling off the bed.
"fuck. so you're real then."
"tch, then what am i? am i not matter, a material that constitutes the observable universe and, together with energy, forms the basis of all objective phenomena?"
you blow a raspberry, "did you get that from my science notes? god, whatever, let's get you some clothes."
luckily, with your wide array of oversized shirts, you were able to dress him decently. despite your confusion, you still were very interested to know how he came to be in your small apartment. with a skilled hand, you brew some coffee for the both of you, handing him a steaming hot cup after a few minutes.
"i change every night," sukuna says nonchalantly, immediately spitting out the bitter drink in repulsion.
he makes a disgusted face, “what the fuck is this?”
you deadpan, "really? all over my floor?"
getting up, your hands reach for the paper towels to clean up the mess that your cat-turned-human made, cringing at the way the paper towel turns brown with the immediate soak-up.
“but this is the first time i’ve struggled to change back. i’m not sure how i do it normally, but jeez, drinking your goddamn coffee makes me wish i was a cat again.”
with each passing minute, he gets on your nerves and by now, he’s shoved the drink back to you. standing up, he stretches his muscles like how he usually does in the mornings, allowing for every part of his toned body to show itself.
there goes the annoyance...
"well, i can't say i'm not attracted either..." you mutter to yourself, gulping down the extra cup before placing them in the sink. the laptop you frequent makes its way onto your lap not so long later, bringing up a essay due in the next week. you decided to start early this time and made sure to pace yourself, trying to rule out the last minute rushes you always settled for.
an arm encircles around your waist, taking you by surprise when you let out a squeak. sukuna is nuzzling himself into your arm while you try to frantically delete the out-of-topic sentence that was making its way onto the word doc.
"what are you doing?"
"morning routine," he simply says, laying his tongue on you without any warning.
"oh god, sukuna, no!" you groan, pushing him away from his tight grip on you like he usually does when his body is propped against your chest. you've woken up too many times, struggling to breathe because of his weight.
he retreats reluctantly, really wishing he was a cat again as he grunts at your behaviour.
"have it your way," sukuna mumbles, his naturally grumpy self amplified by your rejection. you thought back to the times your maine coon normally sat beside you quietly, basking in the way your fingers typed on the keyboard.
what could be any different? plus, you'd have a reciprocation of your head pats.
there's a tug on the other's wrist, "you can lay. just no- no licking, okay?"
you almost scoff at the sukuna rolls his eyes, but his actions betray him anyways because he's laid down beside you, curling into your side as he places his head into your stomach.
the desktop's illumination shines brighter than the morning's rays, hypnotising sukuna into a slumber as you play with his hair.
you wouldn't have noticed the male if he hadn't introduced himself, but his brash personality matched your cat too closely, knowing you were the only one he'd show affection to despite the constant hissing and glares he sent to your friends.
a gentle grasp of his hand snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing back memories of the way he'll lay his paw on you, even during the first time where you met him in the animal shelter.
sukuna stays peaceful throughout his sleep, pink hair slowly becoming messier the more he cuddled into your person. he was content now, at least, as you read over the essay to correct any mistakes.
it lulls him in and out of consciousness, stuck between wanting to hear your tender voice and relishing being embraced in his sleep.
either way, he was positive he wanted to spend the rest of his cat (or human) life with you.
#sorry guys i rlly do love cats LMAOO#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk imagines#jjk scenarios#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk fluff#jjk smut#jjk angst#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen angst#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader fluff#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna#ryomen sukuna fluff#ryomen sukuna smut#sukuna imagines#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#jujutsu kaisen ryomen sukuna#ryoumen sukuna#sukuna x you#sukuna fluff
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Spending your day off together
warning: fluff ahead!
My first Bungou Stray Dogs Post!
Chuuya:
The real event here was not your day off, but the night before your day off. It was the first time in awhile since both of you had the same day off. This was, of course, on purpose because Mori knew what happened when you two got to spend a day off together, let alone a full weekend. Needless to say, Chuuya brought out some wine for the two of you to enjoy after weeks of working nonstop.
“It’s so nice to finally be able to relax and spend time together,” Chuuya says, as he pours you a glass.
“Indeed it is. What would you like to do this weekend?”
“Oh I think you know what I would like to do this weekend my dear...” You blushed at the thought of it. It had been awhile since you two could be intimate with each other. You giggled as he winked at you. You grabbed a book and laid in Chuuya’s lap while he sipped on his wine.
“Do you want me to read out loud?”
“Mmm maybe for a bit my dear,” you started to read while he drank and ran his fingers through your hair. Your dear Chuuya is a bit of a lightweight though and after a couple glasses, he was wasted. You gasped as he gently grabbed the book from your hands and then chucked it across the room. “Now I can see your beautiful face my baby,” he says while squishing your cheeks. He then leans down and places a sloppy kiss on your lips. You scrunch your face because he wreaks of alcohol. He pouts when he sees your reaction and lets you go and tries to get up. You quickly get up yourself and catch him as he was falling over.
“Let’s get you to bed, Chuuya.” He complies very easily, saying how he is going to treat you so well tonight and how much he loves you and misses spending time with you. You feel your cheeks heat up; even though you know he’s drunk and spitting nonsense, you can’t help but smile at his comments. He was so endearing when he was drunk. You plop him down on the bed and he passes out instantly. You get in bed with him and watch him sleep for a bit before drifting off as well.
The next morning, you would wake up to a grumpy Chuuya. He would definitely try to brush off his words and actions from the night before, but you wouldn’t let it go.
“If you mention it one more time I’m going to...”
“Going to hmm?” You mock him.
“Oh you’ll see...”
“Will I? ;)” Oh you definitely will see. Of course this was Chuuya’s plan for the weekend after all.....
Dazai:
“Let me sleep for just another few minutes pleasseeee,” Dazai begs you.
“We’re supposed to go on a date today Dazai, please get up this was literally your idea...” he looks into your eyes and pouts.
“Fine. But only if you give me a kiss first,” he smirks at you. His hair was all messy and he had morning breath. You lean in, closer to his face, and then flick him on the forehead.
“Nice try my dear.” He snarls at you.
“Oh you’ll pay for that later,” you roll your eyes, and turn away from him before he can see your flushed cheeks. He rolls out of bed and starts to get ready. You take this opportunity to sit for a bit and read. You hadn’t been reading for more than 10 minutes before you realized it had become silent again. “I swear if he went back to bed...” you mumbled. Sure enough you walk back into your shared bedroom to see Dazai all cuddled up in the sheets again.
“Hey, seriously?” you scold him. He rolls over and looks at you, then opens his arms.
“Can we stay and cuddle in bed all day instead of going out?” You think for a moment before deciding that it wasn’t very often you two could genuinely spend the whole day doing nothing. “Please baby~~” you ignore him and start changing back into you pajamas. He cheers like a little kid. You pull up the covers and get underneath them and he scoots closer to you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle your head into his shoulder and sit like that for a few minutes. He lets go of you then grabs your face and starts showering you with kisses. You giggle as he kisses you all over your face. You wrap your arms around him and pull him into a deep kiss.
“I love you Dazai,” you say gazing into his eyes.
“I love you more...”
“I doubt that,” you tease him.
“I’ll prove it!”
“Then prove it!”
I think you can guess what that ended up leading to....
Akutagawa:
Honestly he is a bit shy to meet you out in public. Working with you was one thing, but meeting you outside of work was completely different. Not many people are aware of the two of you being together, so if anyone saw you two casually having a date in town they would be quite shocked needless to say.
But you wanted to go shopping on your first day off in forever and Akutagawa happened to have the day off as well. You weren’t originally planning to even bother asking him to tag along but when he asked if you had plans for your day off you were surprised. He was casual about it, but this would be your first real date together. You told him that you were planning on going shopping and he said he wouldn’t mind tagging along with you.
“You want to go shopping...with me...on YOUR day off??”
“Well if that’s what you want to do then yes. The only thing I want to do is spend time with you on my day off,” he says blankly looking at you. You tsk and feel your cheeks heating up. “I’ll meet you there tomorrow at noon, we can get lunch first.” You were honestly just dumbfounded by this man. But you obviously weren’t going to say no.
It was 11:20 and you were already anxious to meet Akutagawa. You had been ready for nearly 30 minutes already and wondered if you should leave early. You could definitely find something to do while you sat and waited for him, so you decided rather than just sitting at home you would walk to the area you said you would meet him at. By the time you got there it was about 11:40. But to your surprise, Akutagawa was already waiting there. He looked up from his watch and made eye contact with you. You thought you saw a smile on his face, but you could be wrong.
“I guess you couldn’t wait either,” he says chuckling. You just stared at him with wide eyes. ‘Who is this dude?’ you thought. His eyebrows raised as he looked at you. “Are you okay....?”
“Weird...” you say, walking down the street towards a restaurant. He follows behind you. After eating, you walk around finding places you wanted to shop at. After leaving one of the many stores you stopped in, Akutagawa hesitantly grabs your hand.
“I thought you didn’t like being touched, Aku,” he turns to you and just blinks for a few seconds before answering.
“Mmm, not really, but if it’s you then I guess it’s okay.” You let go of his hand and squish his cheeks together to see his reaction. He snarls at you, but he doesn’t push your hands away. Then you decided to take things one step further and you laid a smooch on his lips. When you pull away you see him with wide eyes and his cheeks were bright red.
“Do you like that?”
“Well I don’t dislike it....”
#chuuya#dazai#akutagawa#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs x reader#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#bsd akutagawa#bsd headcanons#bsd imagines#bsd fluff#bungo stray dogs imagines#bungo stray dogs headcanon#bsd fanfic#chuuya x reader#dazai x reader#akutagawa x reader
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The Roommate (5) - Happy together
Summary: You and John belong together.
Pairing: AU John Winchester x fem!Reader
Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, OFC Sharon
Warnings: language, angst, plus sized reader, mentions of sex, flirty John, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, implied smut
A/N: The idea for plot and some details came from @shooterere per request.
Divider by @firefly-graphics
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“So, are you healthy again,” Dean sits on your desk, to watch you hastily thumb through a few contracts. “Y/N, I asked you a question.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you squeak, eyes drifting toward John walk into your office, smirking like someone who stole your virginity not days ago. “Perfectly fine.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” muttering John’s eldest son gets up from your desk to warily watch his father round your desk to hand you another contract. “You fucked!”
“What?” you choke on air, looking at John with wide, fearful eyes.
“I can smell the tension and you look like dad marked your whole body with his teeth,” pointing at the bite mark on your neck, the one you tried to poorly hide with a scarf Dean smirks.
“I got no clue what you are talking about,” John grumbles, sitting on your desk, fingers dancing over your thigh. “And if I tasted her sweetness, it’s mine from now on.”
“Naughty girl got her hands on my dad. Good job, sweetheart,” Dean offers you a high-five. “Don’t let him get away with stealing your sweetness, keep him at your house and never stop riding his dick.”
“Dean!” you tut. “Not so loud. I-I didn’t ride his dick!”
“Dad,” Dean gives his father a stern look, but his lips curve into a dirty grin. “Let that girl ride dick. Give her what she needs.”
“Son, I swear I’ll kill you and make it look like an accident if you don’t stop right now,” threatening his son John watches you intensely.
You burst into laughter when Dean looks at you like a kicked puppy. “Aw, don’t hurt Dean. He’s lonely and begs for attention.”
“’m not,” Dean protests. “Maybe I’m simply happy my father finally got laid. He won’t be grumpy anymore, lucky bastard.” ushering out of the room before his father can fulfill his promise to kill him, Dean smirks. “I’m gonna tell Sammy I won the bet. Thank you for fifty bucks.”
“Bet?” you cock your head to look at Dean.
“Yeah, I said dad won’t make it another week. Sammy said he’ll wait two more weeks. Bobby grumbled something about that this is none of our fucking business but lost anyway.”
“That fucker,” John groans when you giggle again. “That’s not funny. My son’s made bets on my sex life.”
“What’s all this?” looking at the bouquet of red roses you wonder why John smiles at you. “John?”
“It’s our three months anniversary,” he explains. “I know it’s not an anniversary people usually celebrate but I felt like bringing you flowers today, doll.”
“John, the flowers are beautiful, but you didn’t have to buy them for me,” your heart flutters when John exclaims he couldn’t stop thinking about you when he saw the roses. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, doll,” John pecks your cheek, groaning when he hears Dean clear his throat behind his back.
“Sorry to disturb your quickie at Y/N’s office but I need help with the new customer. That guy drives me nuts. He refuses to let me open the hood. I tried to explain to him that I can’t find out what’s wrong with his car without having a look at the engine.”
“Fine, give me a few minutes and I’ll talk to that douche. What’s wrong with people lately. Who comes to a mechanic only to refuse to let them open the hood of his car?”
“Sir, if you don’t want us to repair your car, you are free to go and look for someone else,” John grunts. For half an hour he tried to convince his latest customer to open the hood of his car for Dean or Bobby.
“I came out here,” the man retorts, “only for you to not knowing how to find out what's wrong with my car.”
“I told you an hour ago that your car sounds like there is nothing wrong with the engine. The noises it makes tells me all I need to know, but I can’t repair it without opening the hood,” Dean lost his patience minutes ago and only wants to get rid of the annoying customer.
“Boss, there’s someone called Jim on the phone, he says his car is broken,” you poke your head out of the window to call for your boss. “Do you have a minute, John?”
“What did you say?” John looks in your direction, furrowing his brows as he didn’t get what you said. “Can you come out, doll?”
“Just a minute, boss,” you give John a thumb up before closing the window.
“Pastor Jim said it looks like the engine overheated,” you explain. “Shall I call him back and tell him you’ve got no time.” glancing at the customer you furrow your brows. “That guy, I know him.”
“You do?” John wonders, looking over his shoulder before he leads you a few steps away. “How come that you know him?”
“That guy, he’s an asshole,” you huff. “Marcy, one of my colleagues, kicked him out once. He came to our library every Thursday only to walk around, sneering at anyone who wanted to help him, and then, he just left, slamming the door shut.”
“Sonofabitch!” Dean yells, throwing his hands up in surrender and you snicker at his outburst.
“Kathy from the shop around the corner told us he came to her shop, looked around, grunted at her employees, and told her she should fire them as they tried to help him.”
“Fine, that is enough. I will kick that bastard out and we can have a lunch break,” John walks toward the customer.
“Dad, that was freaking awesome when you threatened to demolish his car,” Dean laughs, stealing another slice of pizza. “I never saw a guy run faster toward his car.”
“Seems like he gets off by treating people like shit,” Bobby explains. “Must be one lonely bastard.”
“Loneliness is awful, Mr. Singer,” you say, smiling when John grasps for your hand to squeeze it tightly. “Maybe he tried to get attention or something.”
“I want to talk to Johnny,” Sharon complains, pushing against the door. “Let me inside.”
“Listen, this is my house, and I don’t want you to enter it. If you want to talk to John, call him. I want you to leave my property or I’ll call the cops and you’ll get arrested,” you stand your ground. “But you shouldn’t waste your time, John doesn’t want to talk to you.”
“How do you wanna know, bitch?” she just doesn’t get the message. Sharon throws insults at you, not caring you flinch when she called you fat and ugly.
“What the fuck, Sharon!” John growls. He slams the door in her face to check on you. “Doll, I want you to go to bed as planned. I’ll take care of Sharon. Don’t worry,” he pecks your hair softly,” she won’t come back.
“O-okay,” you nod, giving John a pained smile. “I’ll be waiting for you, John. Do you still want to watch that movie?”
“Sure thing, doll,” he smirks, eyes shamelessly roaming your body. “And later I’m gonna devour that sweet pussy of yours again…”
You giggle at his words, eyes no longer filled with tears. “Catch me if you can, Winchester.”
“Aw, my girl tries to play hard to get,” John growls. “Give me five to get rid of Sharon and I’ll rock your world…”
“No, you will let me speak first,” John says, raising one hand to stop Sharon. “Before you broke up with me for a boy half my age, I already knew we are over. We never matched but I stayed with you, too afraid to end up alone.”
“You need me, John,” Sharon purrs, batting her eyelashes. She pouts, hoping John will change his mind.
“I don’t know why you keep on coming back to me, Sharon. It was you ending our relationship. I’m going to tell you this one last time. WE. ARE. OVER. I don’t want you to ever come back here.”
“Is it because of that chick? She can’t give you what I can give you, Johnny,” she coos.
“True,” Sharon smirks, believing she got one step closer to her goal. “Y/N gives me so much more. A home. Warmth. Love. I love that girl,” John slams the door in Sharon’s face before she can say another word. “Now move your ass off her property before she calls the cops.”
“Damn me, you are killing this poor old man,” John pants. He runs one hand over your sweaty back, laughing when you lazily lift your head. “Dean was right, I should’ve let you ride me first thing when we got home.”
“Don’t tell him,” you laugh, patting John’s chest. “I liked it, though.”
“Sharon will never bug you again, doll. I made sure she got the message,” you smile to yourself. “I love you too, John.”
“You heard me, didn’t you?” he groans. “I’m not good at admitting feelings but it’s true, I love you, Y/N.”
“You’re cute when you admit your feelings, John Winchester. I’m glad it was you who moved into my house. You’re the best roommate ever…”
The End...
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Sleepy Peter
@hollandlover19 asked:
Okay okay okay I have another request So what about peter and y/n are dating and y/n is on a mission and won’t be back till next week and Peter can’t sleep without y/n and whenever he misses her his stomach hurts and when she gets back he’s all whinny and stubby cuz he’s so sleep deprived that he just doesn’t care anymore
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Peter Parker x Reader [Fluff] Warnings: slight description of pain Word Count: 1.3k
Peter could barely remember when he last got some decent sleep. It must have been the night before you left for your mission. He just really missed being by your side again. He needed to sleep by you, it comforted him, knowing that the two of you were close together, and that you were safe. But now, he hasn’t heard from you for around a few days now, and he could barely hold it together, wondering if you were okay, and not hurt.
He asked Steve and Tony multiple times about if you were okay or not, but they both shrugged, saying they haven’t heard back from you either. It wasn’t a serious mission, but he still was worried that you might have been hurt or unable to reach out to anyone. It wasn’t like you to not get back in contact with any of the team, so his anxiety was heightened for the time being. But you were supposed to get back in four days now.
Today he strolled around the kitchen, eating snacks and listening to music, just hoping you’d call him or text him soon. He was supposed to go to a meeting today, to discuss and review paperwork from different departments, trying to find something that he or the others might have missed. He ended up skipping it, mostly because he was too tired and just wanted to be by himself or be with you again.
“Hey Peter?” He heard Bucky call out, entering from one of the entrances. Peter glanced up, after eating another chip. He nodded back, not in the mood to respond. Bucky sighed at his behavior, taking a seat on the barstool and looking hard at Peter.
Bucky noticed the tired dark circles under his eyes, and his messy hair. He also noticed he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. “Can you hand me one of those bags of chips please?” He first asked, just hoping Peter would be okay with his talking.
Peter groaned as he leaned down, feeling dizzy and tired as he grabbed one of those small packages, tossing it across the counter to Bucky. He leaned against the counter again, drooping down a bit, needing to lay down and get sleep.
“Kid, you ditched the meeting today.” Bucky spoke up, catching the chips as Peter sighed in irritation, not wanting to hear it. He usually would never act like this, because he was still afraid of Bucky at times even though he knew he wouldn’t hurt him. He was still sensitive about Bucky and Tony’s fight; it was hard to understand Steve’s perspective after Bucky almost killed Tony.
“And you’re acting grumpy. What’s happening?” Bucky continued, unaware that Peter just wanted to leave the room instantly.
Peter frowned as he finally responded, “I miss Y/n. Can’t sleep without her.” Bucky nodded back, understanding him. Peter rolled his eyes as Bucky opened his mouth to talk again. Before he can, Peter spoke up again, “Got to go. Bye.”
Bucky’s eyebrows raised in surprise, watching Peter leave the kitchen and walk away. He called out after him, “Come to the next meeting! And get some sleep!” Peter knew he wouldn’t go to the next meeting, since it was tomorrow, he was too stubborn and worried about you.
Peter walked to his bedroom, making sure to lock it once he got in. He didn’t want anyone else to bother him today, and he could start to feel his stomach hurt now. He groaned as he laid onto the bed, rolling on his side as he grasped his stomach. Whenever he was upset, his stomach would hurt. It’s always been like that, ever since he was a kid.
But when he missed you, his stomach pain was even worse. It was like knots of pain twisting around in his stomach, and he whimpered when he felt a sharp pain. “Damnit.” He mumbled to himself, clutching his torso even more.
He unlocked his phone, that was thrown on the other side of his bed. He opened Netflix, hoping it would distract him from his pain and how he much he was worrying about you. He clicked on one of the shows he was watching with you, and pressed play.
The past four days he was like that, and he was happy that you were finally coming back today. He was sitting outside, waiting for your helicopter to arrive. He was still so tired; he could barely think. He just needed to cuddle with you in bed, even though you were probably dirty with the grim from the mission.
When he saw the helicopter in the air, he stood up with a tired huff of air. It must have been a few minutes before you excited the helicopter, holding a few of your bags, and looking insanely tired like he did. He ran towards you, just wanting to hug you once again.
You wrapped your arms around him after dropping your bags and you snuggled close to him. “Peter, oh my goodness, I missed you.” You mumbled, feeling him squeeze you back tightly. He sighed, happy that you were finally back and safe.
“Sleep time.” Peter murmured back to you and you let out a tired laugh. When you pulled away from the hug, Peter groaned, scratching his head with one hand and holding onto your hand with the other. You glanced over to him worriedly, noticing what he looked like now.
His hair was all over the place, he looked sick, and he was drooping down his shoulders tiredly. You gasped at him, “Babe, what happened to you?” Your question made him shrug slightly.
“I missed you. Sleep time?” He mumbled, just needing to sleep in the bed with you after so long. You pulled him close again, kissing his lips softly while your hand cupped around one of his cheeks.
“Yeah, of course babe.” You responded, whispering to him after kissing him again. He nodded, feeling exhausted, and you glanced down to your bags, not caring that you won’t carry them in right now. Instead, you’d get them later. You were tired too, the mission was harder than you expected, and comms broke down.
You both walked hand in hand back inside. He sniffled a bit, too exhausted to say anything but once you got inside, Tony saw the both of you. “Hey welcome back! You got to come to the office, we need to talk about what happened. We didn’t hear from you at all.” Tony greeted you, relieved that you were back.
He glanced over to Peter when he groaned loudly. “No! My tummy hurts, I want Y/n.” He grumbled, whining about his problems, shaking his head. You smiled back to Tony, who gazed at Peter strangely.
“No need to be that sassy. I’m the sassy one here.” Tony shot back, raising his eyebrows playfully. Peter rolled his eyes back, not caring anymore. He just wanted to be with you, back in bed.
“Bye.” Peter responded, just tugging your hand to lead you away and you bit your lip, just hoping Tony would understand. You silently mouthed your apologies to Tony, who started to laugh quietly, and he shrugged you away.
Once you got to the bedroom, Peter kissed your cheek again, before laying down with a whimper when he felt his stomach. You knitted your eyebrows back to him, concerned even more. “Did you eat something today?” You whispered when you saw him hold his stomach tightly.
He shook his head but started to speak, “I just want to sleep here with you please.” He begged, sniffling. His eyes were watering from staying up for so long and you pouted back to him, laying on the other side of the bed.
“Of course.” You responded, and Peter smiled slightly before cuddling close to your neck, with his leg over yours. You glanced over to him after a few minutes, noticing how silent he was now, and you awed when you saw he was asleep.
You closed your eyes as the sun started to go down, happy that you were back home again.
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Na Jaemin as your Ex (Clarity Oneshot)
NCT 127 // NCT DREAM // WAYV // Clarity Main Masterlist
A series of oneshots for different groups, for each member, wherein instead of them being your boyfriend, how they will be as your ex.
Nana
if you knew how his nickname would stuck him
and even become a meme
you would’ve put a copyright claim
get rich
and start your own company
it all started out when you didn’t know that you were a lightweight
and a specific na jaemin
decided to take you out for some drinks when you finally went legal
the same day he did
because nothing shouts more ‘soulmates’
than having the same birthday
“To us finally being 20″
“To the both of you hopefully not being arrested, happy birthday you Two.” You, Jaemin, Johnny and Jaehyun cheered from Mark’s little toast. The bottles clicking at the center of the table followed by a sip.
2 bottles later, you could barely understand what you’re saying.
The only reason you could even recall what happened is because Johnny filmed everything. Because, what else would you do if your friend is the most drunk you have seen in their life? Film them for future use.
The day after, which was already 1pm, you woke up beside Jaemin. You were hugging him as if he was that bear he won for you at the fair. Arms draped over his chest as you snuggled close to him.
Jaemin’s arm was served to be your pillow, the other one being stretched out while his legs were on top of yours while the other on top of the pillow as if he was stretched over the bed.
Or so you thought.
“Look, if you guys still won’t wake up I’ll start pouring the vase water over you.” Jaehyun’s voice said, your eyes fluttering open to see him crouching down to both of you.
You groaned as you stirred, realizing you were hugging Jaemin, which in instinct you slapped his chest hard enough to get a reaction from him. This was nothing new, you may lose to Jaemin when it comes to his words, but you were definitely neck to neck when skinship is the competition.
Jaemin stirred as your hand connected to his chest, mumbling incoherent words that both of you doesn’t really cares what it meant. You were already sitting up and rubbing your eyes when Jaehyun stood back up. “I would let you guys sleep but you are occupying the space.”
“What?” You asked groggily, not really catching his words and understanding him at the same time. Jaehyun handed you a glass of water and some medicine, and a few moments later, everything starts clearing up and you found out what he meant- you and Jaemin were at the living room.
Jaemin managed to sit up himself and you give him the pill and water, which he downed slowly. Jaehyun taking the glass back and disappearing from the kitchen.
The both of you managed to make your way to the couch, fondling with your phone while your head rested on Jaemin and in there, you saw the groupchat exploded of videos of you.
There were others but it was mostly you.
In it, you saw yourself doing the karaoke with Johnny, challenging Mark to a dance off, playing a game of ketchup with Haechan and everytime he would slap your hand (which wasn’t even that hard and would often miss as he was also drunk) you would let out an angry sound and slap his face, which was also not doing much as you missed.
You then stumbled on the video of you back at the karaoke, a mic on your head as you pointed at Jaemin, who was now knocked out sleeping on the table.
“TO MY BIRTHDAY BABE, THIS SONG IS FOR YOU!” You then proceeded to sing the Batman theme song, replacing the ‘Batman’ to Jaemin. Shouting the words “Nanananananananana, Jaemin!” Making it sound like the Perry Platypus theme song instead.
Since then, everyone around you started calling him Nana
You thought Jaemin would be bothered by it
but instead, he find it really cute and endearing
if anything, he was bothered how other people would call him that because originally
he wanted that nickname to be just for you
but then he realized how, he would always have a piece of you in that way
oh how things have changed
The Realization
“You should rest up, it’s getting late.” You said through the phone as you yourself made your way to your bed with your eyes already half closed.
“I couldn’t sleep without you.” You just groaned at Jaemin’s cheeky response, already pulling the blankets over you as you snuggled yourself with it. “It won’t take long, maybe just 30 minutes and I’m home.”
“Stay in the dorms, get some rest already.” You mumbled, the phone on the verge of falling from your grasp. “I’ll visit tomorrow- or later, it’s 1 am.”
“I’m on my way there. I love you!” He said enthusiastically, followed by a bunch of kissing noises, only making you hum in response. Muttering an ‘I love you’ back before turning the phone off and falling fast asleep.
When you woke up in the morning, you felt Jaemin’s arms wrapped around you. Causing a smile on your face, rubbing his hands rested on yours stomach before lifting it up to place a kiss on it.
He stirred a little at your actions, before pulling you closer to him and burying his face on your neck. “Keep sleeping, it’s still night. The moon is fooling you.” You chuckled at him, caressing his hair as you decided to stay in bed for a little while.
“Okay you could stay here, let me make breakfast. I’ve been wanting to eat some pancakes.” Getting out of the bed was a struggle, but with Jaemin it was a nearly impossible task.
When you finally stood up, you head to the kitchen and on the counter, was Jaemin’s keys, phone and wallet and on the chair was his bag. You didn’t mind it, walking deeper to the kitchen to make breakfast.
And as you were mixing the ingredients, Jaemin’s phone continuously pinged. And again, you didn’t mind it. It was normal for Jaemin to not mute the groupchats he was on, which really gets irritating when it’s night and you’re sleeping- or trying to at least.
But then, the phone started to ring. After pouring the mixture into the pan, you decided to pick it up after seeing it was Jaemin’s manager. Wiping the hands on your apron, you slid the answer button. “Hello oppa, Jaemin is still sleeping. Maybe I could leave a message for him? Or just tell him to call you back?”
“Ah yn-ssi, yes, just tell Jaemin to call me back when he’s awake. Isn’t it a little bit too late for him to still be asleep?”
“It’s okay, oppa. He got home late anyways.”
“Oh yeah I forgot about that. Well, tell him to just call me back.” After agreeing and exchanging another pleasantry, you remove the phone away from your ear and without even noticing it, accidentally read the messages his manager sent.
“Yah Jaemin, the company really doesn’t like that you’re not listening to them, especially when it comes to yn.”
“I told them that there’s nothing wrong with it but they wouldn’t listen.”
“I told you don’t be too occupied around your phone, the dance instructor feels very disrespected and reported you.”
“Jaemin-ah, you have to reply.”
“Jaemin your relationship with yn isn’t really much of a problem only if you remember you’re an idol and at the moment, your career is your priority. If you continue messing up the company will cut you.”
“Answer me please.”
When Jaemin woke up, the pancakes were burnt.
The Breakup
“Jeno, is Jaemin around?” You greeted Jeno, giving him a hug as you saw him about to exit the dorms in his biking gear.
“He’s in his room I think, no one is around too.” Jeno gave you a knowing smirk, you replying with an eye roll. “I’m kidding, I’m going to head out. I think I’ll be back in 3 hours or something, are you going to stay for dinner?”
“I don’t think so.”
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The smell of Jaemin’s shampoo welcomed you in his room. On the bed, sat Jaemin along with the stuffed dinosaur you gave him for his 16th birthday in his arm while he was fiddling with his phone.
Upon seeing the smiling pink and green creature, the idea of breaking up with Jaemin became harder than it already is. You remembered how long you and him have been together, how even before he auditioned you were already there for him.
After reading those texts, you remembered your promise to him- how you would do anything to make sure he would have a great future. The entire week, you acted cold and distant so he would get used to you being not there around him, but in all honesty the person you were preparing the most was you.
Jaemin for an entire week was confused, not knowing what put you in a grumpy mood. That was the first week he didn’t slept beside you, but always made sure to write you paragraphs of how his day went before he could sleep.
Jaemin doesn’t deserve to have you.
“Hey, I missed you.” Jaemin said, in a normal voice and not in his usual baby-ish voice.
He immediately stood up and after pulling you in for a hug just did you snap out of your thoughts. Wanting to push him back but not having the powers to do so and instead, you pulled him closer to you.
With his arms wrapping tighter around you, his head resting on yours as his thumb rubbed your back comfortably, you started to sob. This was the last time he will hold you like this, this is the last time you will be held like this.
You didn’t even know that you were already sobbing, Jaemin taking this as another difficult day in the office and was just mere frustration or even pent up anger.
You finally managed to pull away from him and before Jaemin could even say anything, you held his face on your hands and pull him in for a kiss. One he returned with so much love and care you could taste it.
You broke the kiss, wiping the tears away from your eyes and after breathing deep- “Let’s break up, I’m moving. My family is moving to another country, I’m sorry.” You really were.
“What? I don’t understand, yn don’t joke like this.”
“I’m so sorry, I’m always going to be your number fan. I love you, nana. Please take care of yourself.” You turn around and left in a haste, Jaemin chasing you out but gave up as you held a cab.
You just lost the love of your life.
The Aftermath
brushing off jaemin was hard
but after 2 months, he sent a final message to you
“Yn, I really don’t know what happened. I don’t know if it’s because of something I did or me itself. Still, I want to apologize. I don’t know how many times I need to say it for you to take me back but I’m really really really sorry for everything I ever did. But like you said, I need to take care of myself too. I can’t always be crying and thinking of you when you don’t even know me anymore. I just want you to know that despite everything, I still love you and I always do. Nothing will change that. I love you more than I could ever express, but I have to love me too knowing you’re not there to do that anymore. I love you, yn. Be happy, thank you for everything.”
you were itching to reply and say nothing was his fault
and to say how much you love him too
but you couldn’t
not when he finally could move on from you
the message didn’t do much but hurt you more
jaemin doesn’t have any bone in his body to hate anyone
especially you
and like you said to him
you are his biggest fan
you still watched their lives, interviews- everything
8 months has then passed after the breakup
and now, you gradually see the glow back to him
he was happy again
your nana was back
only, not for you
We Boom
“Did you guys sent this?” Renjun asked, examining the bouquet of flowers he picked up that was waiting outside their dorm.
All of the boys shrugged, Renjun opening the door to their dorms and once inside, examined the card attached to the side. Reading it out loud for everyone “Hi dreamy babies, congratulations at the success of your new album. Please take every time you could get to rest and eat, treat yourself some ice cream~”
All of the boys inside smiled to themselves, the short message causing everyone to grow more curious as to who sent the flowers. Renjun then handed the flowers to Chenle, who passed it to every member who wanted to examine it themselves which then landed to Jaemin. “You guys don’t mind if I keep this in my room right?” Everyone agreed, Jaemin happy as another touch of color was added to his and jeno’s room- placing the flower on jeno’s side of the room.
After taking a shower, he went to his bed and as he was fixing the flowers on the nightstand, the letter fell from the wrapper. He was about to put it back when he caught a glimpse of the content.
He couldn’t mistake it, it was yours.
2 Weeks Later
After your breakup
and how sudden it was
dreamies didn’t really contacted you
you weren’t on their good graces anymore
which is why jaemin didn’t said anything upon seeing your handwriting
it’s just a flower, it’s nothing
but it was definitely not nothing when the smell resembles the one in your room
and as the flower started to wilt, he thought
fuck it
but not that hard because nana could never
“The flower you gave me, where did they came from?” Before Jaemin could even think further, the message was already sent to you.
Yn wouldn’t respond-
“Why?”
Ever since the breakup, this is the first time you replied. And it was fast too.
In an instant, Jaemin sent a reply. “They’re dead, I like them.” Again, his phone was on his hands, thinking if your reply was something he imagines but after another reply of yours, he was sure he wasn’t.
“I’ll just buy you a new one.”
“How are you?”
--
You contemplated if you should reply, you shouldn’t have replied in the first place. But it was as if your fingers were moving on its own as it typed a reply and sent it.
“I’m okay, congratulations on your new album.”
“Thank you. So about the flowers, where did you get them?”
“My grandmother grew them, she said you looked really good and wanted me to give them to you and the others.”
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Jaemin chuckled at this reply, remembering how your grandmother seemingly loved him more than you.
Jaemin wanted to ask if your grandmother knew, but opted out of it as this is the first time he talked to you in a while and don’t want to ruin anything.
While typing a reply, a new message appeared. “I’m sorry for everything, for causing you so much pain. But seeing you now and how good you’re doing, I’m also so so sorry for saying I don’t regret anything. If I knew in the past breaking up with you would get you to where you are now, I would do it again.”
Reading your reply tore him, though still confused him. “Is that why you broke up with me? Because I still don’t get anything.”
“Maybe we should talk this out? I think it would be better. There’s this cafe 2 blocks away from your dorms called Clarity Coffee, my treat.”
Jaemin thought about it hard. He remembered how much pain you caused him and how the breakup negatively affected him, and now that he was finally back on track he couldn’t imagine going back down there.
But it was you, and he could never say no to you.
After typing an agreement followed by the time, Jaemin only had one thing in mind.
He won’t come back all sad and broken like before, because you’re back, and that’s what matters.
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COLSON (x Reader)
Last updated: 2020/04/25
Imagines
I Couldn’t Be More In Love ‘Colson and the reader have been friends since high school. “Friends”. Maybe they were more than that but before they never really spoke about it… and everything was okay until Colson started to act quite strange because the reader started to spend more and more time with his co-worker Harry Styles. ‘ not requested (12/08) 100+ notes
PART II (12/10)
PART III (12/12)
When we were young ‘Heyy I dont know if you’re a fan of adele but there’s this song of hers called when we were young… There’s a lyric there that goes ‘you are just like a movie just like a song’… Could you do one where they are breaking up because of obvious reasons but they’re still in love but they cannot do that anymore. Just her being sorry for what’s happening and like she says something on these lines to him. Her being tired and last goodbye type something.’ requested by @lovemythsworld (11/24)
IMAGINE ’Basically, it’s involve Colson taking care of the reader during her period please? I just got mine today and I passed out on the floor because I got very dizzy and then I had to run to pharmacy to get more medicine and to the store as I had no food left and all while feeling really bad… ’ requested by @being-worthy (11/05) 200+ notes
IMAGINE ‘Make the reaction of Colson knowing that it will be dad!!’ requested 11/03) 100+ notes
IMAGINE – ’Hey girl can you do a imagine where colson is meeting your girlfriends for the first time and he is kinda nervous but they don’t know he is mgk until he walks in with y/n and they get all the tea in the “ladies room” and y/n thinks it’s funny they are so interested because to her colson is colson not mgk’ requested by @britshmgkstan (10/30) 100+ notes
IMAGINE- ’Can I request an imagine of Colson pleasuring himself. And y/n catches him. She watches in secret for a minute then sneaks in to pleasure colson. He is in shock and literally has no words. Really really really smutty pretty please!!! Love you!!!’ requested (10/20) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘Can you do a GC where you and kels are together and you guys decide to play never have I ever and of course it turns sexual and it gets revealed you and kels are in the mile high club’ requested (10/13) 100+notes
Bad dreams - ’Could I ask for a ColsonxReader where there not together yet please? She’s sleeping at their place after a party, has a bad dream, one of those that make you wake up with a jolt, racing heart, it’s very hard to get back to sleep. She goes to the kitchen deciding to stay up but C sees her, asks what she’s doing up. He decides to carry her to his bedroom and just holds her close & tight telling her it was just a bad dream, he’ll protect her, & confesses to her? ’ requested by @being-worthy (10/08) 100+notes
IMAGINE - ‘Hey girl I want to request teaching Spanish to the crew.’ requested by @verywell-fandango (10/06) 100+ notes
Headcanons
IMAGINE „Could I please request a ‘Dating ______ would include:’ bullet point headcanon for Colson, Dom and Pete respectively? I love your writing; thank you 🖤” (04/11) 100+ notes
new puppies. “How about an imagine with Colson, where his girl adopts two pups (they’re still growing and both are half husky half wolf) because they’re brothers and inseparable and couldn’t let them on their own and because she misses Colson, so she has someone to snuggle with. Colson comes back home after a few months and finds two huge dogs on his side of the bed and they’re growling at him because they think he’s a threat and wont let him get close to her?” requested by @being-worthy ❤ (03/15)
The making of the new album (02/01) 100+ notes
Mad Being mad at him (01/21) 100+ notes
Fashion week… in Paris Going with Colson to Paris fashion week (01/16) 100+ notes
Fake texts
IMAGINE “Will you write another ColsonxReader quarantine story soon? I’m bored and don’t know what to do with myself… Stay healthy and stay indoors!!!’ requested by @being-worthy 💕 (04/05)
COLD ‘I feel like these lyrics “You want somebody that’ll keep you warm at night Then, tell me, why you actin’ cold to me?” Would be great for an imagine’ (01/19)
Rehab ‘Hi, can I request an imagine with Colson inspired by/based on Rehab lyrics. Thank you💜 Love your works💗’ requested by @kiss-yall (01/18)
IMAGINE ‘She said no to him so many times. But she had enough with herself and she decided to have some fun because she knows she deserves it.’ (01/11)
IMAGINE ‘Request for Colson & Y/N teasing texts cause he’s feeling excited late at night! Please & Thank you love your posts!’ requested by @xxkellsvixen19xx .(12/23) 100+ notes
why are you here ‘The one based on Colson’s new song 'WHY ARE YOU HERE’ (12/19)
IMAGINE - ‘Can I request some fluff and funny convo between reader & colson ??? Being in love 😍 making fun of each other idk not too corny’ requested (11/16)
IMAGINE ‘Kells and reader have some history together, but after he texts her one day she doesn’t want to talk to him because she knows the reason behind his texts… and she doesn’t want to get hurt again’ not requested but special thanks to @echelonwonderland for helping me out (11/15)
IMAGINE ‘When you have time can you write one where he is working on a new movie in another state and she sees this video and she is mad because he has cut his beautiful hair?’ requested by @bakerkells (11/14)
IMAGINE - ‘hiii pumpkin, can i request a text w/ colson about him finally asking y/n to be his girlfriend after talking/dating for months? thank you in advance 💜’ requested (11/12)
IMAGINE ‘Hellooo.. I have a scenario in mind. Could you do an text imagine, where the reader has Colson watch over her puppy while she’s gone? Let’s just say he has a hard time keeping him/her out of trouble. ❤’ requested (11/09)
PART II - the new family member ‘Hi can you do an imagine based on the instagram story Colson put up recently of “well we got a dog in the family now” (I have a screenshot of it if you need it!) And something like hes away on tour and you are looking after Cassie and you two decide to get a dog while Colson is away? Thank you so much in advance xxx’ requested by @sacvf (01/07)
IMAGINE - ‘Can you do a chat imagine where they met the night before at a party an kells asks her on a proper date’ & 'Could I have a MGK request where you’ve just met at a party and exchanged numbers. Later in the night he sees you talking to another guy who is flirting with you so MGK texts you to ask you out before he loses his shot?’ requested by an Anonymous and by @thesetemporaryfeelings (11/08)
IMAGINE ’You’re a new actress and Kells slides into your DMs after watching one of your movies and invites you to his next show?! Love your blog!!!’ requested (11/02)
IMAGINE ‘Hieeya it’s me here again..So today what I had in mind is something like this..Colson and reader are like the chillest kinda friends (the ones where everyone thinks they are dating but they are not.. Cliche I know but pleasee read on) And then reader starts hanging out with a bunch of different different guys.. And colson gets like jealous. (some points it out on their group chat and colson like gets mad and then they talk on dm’s…)’ requested @lovemythsworld (11/02)
IMAGINE ‘How about imagine where Y/N is a single mother of a kid (6 y/o idk). Colson and Cassie just met her baby. And Colson texted Y/N how excited he was to finally meet him/her for the first time. And Y/N is kind of confused because she didn’t expect someone to love her child this much. And she tells Colson that her kid is constantly asking about him, and wants him to come back. And Colson wants to see Y/N more often and also he adores her baby. Thanks💜’ requested (11/01)
IMAGINE ‘Ooooh what about reader x MGK where he spots you in the crowd at his show, gets your number and ends up texting/ sexting you that night???’ requested (10/22) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘can you pls make one where y/n love rock music and always get horny while listen no Marilyn Manson, and suddenly Colson tell her that we will be in his birthday party, and things get kinda hot there? tnx!’ requested (10/19)
IMAGINE ‘can we please have imagine where y/n is sick and grumpy and “doesn’t” want colson to come over and take care of her (but obviouslyyyy she does) thank you 😌’ requested (10/18)
IMAGINE ‘Can you maybe post a text where y/n sees what happened to Kells in his forehead and texts him worried?’ requested (10/18) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - I wanted to write an imagine based of some of my own bad experience with a boy (because writing this things down could help a lot even if it happened a long time ago and I don’t care about it or him anymore but it still an inspiration) then today I.D.G.A.F. by Dua Lipa started to playing on my phone today… AND IT MADE SO MUCH SENSE (it’s heavily inspired by that) hope you like this little thing too. 💜 (10/11)
IMAGINE - ‘Can you try one where colson loses his phone at a cafe he visits and then he texts his number from someone’s phone and the cute waitress who he flirted with before finds the phone and replies and they start getting to know each other and hit it off. You can totally ignore if you find it vague or stupid. I just had a thought.. ♥♥’ requested by @lovemythsworld (10/06) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘My idea is just MGK texting you trying to stop you from breaking up with him.’ requested by @thesetemporaryfeelings (10/05)
IMAGINE - ‘Yn is an actress and her new movie debuted. Colson is a friend (and totally into her) and he texts her how great she was in the movie. Their flirting is really intense and in the end she invites him over her house…(maybe for something juicy? 😏) requested (10/04) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘Can we pleaseee have a text imagine where colson is the one upset and needing his girl? that man is my heart and soul and it breaks my heart to know how much he’s hurting’ requested (09/28) 200+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘I would love to request something if that’s okay! Could I request a Machine Gun Kelly text where he texts you late at night because he hates your boyfriend and thinks you deserve so much better???’ requested (09/26)
IMAGINE - ‘Can I request reader and colson being writing buddies for a new song on her girl group and them being low key flirting with each other?’ requested (09/22) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘hi angel 😍 would you be willing to do one where y/n had a really bad day and just wants to smoke with colson and forget everything? random i know but i’m such a pothead and i just wanna smoke w kells 😂🙈 don’t judge meeee’ requested (09/22)
IMAGINE- ’Can you do one where yn is pregnant. She’s at home due to morning sickness. Mgk is in the studio but checks on her like every second lol also she has weird cravings and after colson leaves the studio he has to bring her pickles and ice cream (or something). Thank you, sweetheart 😊’ requested (09/21)
IMAGINE - ‘Request for texts between Colson & Y/N after seeing an IG post if her from a photoshoot that gets him turned on! Please & thank you love your posts!’ requested by @xxkellsvixen19xx (09/19)
IMAGINE - ‘Haha can you do this: yn has a fave panty set. She wants to wear it, but just finds the bra, not the panty. She texts mgk (her bf) and she’s sad, that she can’t find it ☹ Turns out Colson took it with him on tour, to have a piece of his gf with him 😄❤’ requested by Anonymous (09/18)
IMAGINE - ‘can you do one where colson and the reader had an argument and are both too stubborn and have too much pride to actually fix it but keep messing with each other being sassy af and all that until one of them cracks (hope any of this made sense) hahaha’ requested by Anonymous (09/17) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘Could you do one where reader just wants to be hold and loved with Colson please?’ requested by Anonymous (09/14)
IMAGINE - ‘Jealous kells text? Pleeeease?’ requested by Anonymous (09/13)
IMAGINE - ‘Can I request readers being upset about being far fron Colson and posting on her Instagram and kells texts her to make her feel better?’ requested by @verywell_fandango (09/11) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘Can you do a imagine where you are on tour with colson and the boys and because he isn’t paying attention to you and your in the mood you send him a nude and rook or slim almost sees it and he punishes you because only he can see you like that’ - requested by Anonymous. (09/10) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - You terribly miss Colson and finding some of his photos with Casie… you start having a really bad baby fever… 😇 but what does he think about it? (09/07) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘Could u write a friends with benefits with colson similar to the one you posted about the instagram story? that’s hot af btw’ (09/06) 100+ notes
PART II - - ‘Can you write a follow up to the fwb/hot date one. Maybe she’s having the date now. Even though the guy is hot, he’s so boring. So while he’s in the bathroom, she texts Colson to 'save her from the date’ (like with a phone call or text) so that she can leave the date. Of course she’ll go to colson then 😏 Thank you, you’re awesome! ’ (09/08) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Colson is desperate to convince you to go the new IT premiere but the thing is.. you are scared af 🎈🙈’ (09/05) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘Could you do a text for colson where he meets your family and you are at dinner and he texts you from next to you saying how good you look in your dress and how turned on he is and you knew it that’s why you wore the dress so you tease him and sext him and as soon as you finished dinner he punishes you for it’ (09/03, requested by anonymus)
IMAGINE - ‘Colson and Y/N are best friends and they start sexting because she sent a picture to him that was supposed to be for someone else. Thanks love’ (09/03, requested by anonymus) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - ‘Colson and Y/N working together on a shoot (music video or movie) but have to keep their hands to themselves because professionalism.’ (09/01, requested by anonymus)
IMAGINE - Colson’s new Instagram post makes you miss him even more and it’s not the only thing it makes you feel (09/01) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - because of the bad weather you decide to stay at home but then your texting with Colson turns into something else (08/29)
IMAGINE - ‘Could I request reader x colson text where the reader keeps on flirting with him, dropping hints that she likes him and him being oblivious?’ (08/27, requested by anonymus)
IMAGINE - the one where you argue about Bucky Barnes (08/25)
IMAGINE - you two had some history before which was a mess really and you haven’t talked like months because you were really hurt but one day you text him out of nowhere (08/25)
IMAGINE - long time no seen friends just start texting… and flirting (08/25, requested by anonymus)
IMAGINE - Kind of a drunk texting with Colson. (08/24)
IMAGINE - You are kind of deadly exhausted because of your work and Colson is done with that shit. (08/24, requested by @thoughtsoftheantagonist)
IMAGINE - Colson helping you out with your outfit for your girl’s night out (08/23) 100+ notes
Fake Instagram
#quarantinetime (04/19)
IMAGINE ‘Could we please get some MGK quarantine smut or something, please? 💜’ (04/10)
blank space (03/29)
#stayingathome (03/18)
the dork. the real. the Baker. (02/22)
#attheBahamas ‘Hey hun i wanted to ask are you gonna make a fake instagtam or a imagine based on his vacation in the bahamas? With the reader?’ requested by @kellysimagines (02/19)
Drunk night (02/15)
Valentine’s day (02/14) 100+ notes
adventure time ‘So the Reader and Colson took a little time off and went on a vacation, just the two of them and when they returned they just could not hold themself back and posted some pictures from their trip because they wanted to show the world how happy they are and there is nothing wrong with that because they can do whatever they want to do’ 👫❤ (02/01) 100+ notes
IMAGINE ‘Poking fun at each other on IG stories’ (01/14) 100+ notes
ADORE YOU ’Adoring your boyfriend’s futures’ (01/12)
part II (01/23)
Love is… “…a series of IG posts based on the idea of ‘Love is… ’ (01/09) 100+ notes
#thanksgivingatthebakersXX ‘Hiii happy thanksgiving! I love your writing, could you write about thanksgiving with Kells and the fam ❤️ ’ (01/05) 100+ notes
why are you here (the aftermath) ’Just got this idea from why are you here, but can u do one where is someone’s bday (like Pete’s or Rook’s or smth) and there’s a party ofc, and y/n is in Colson’s friends group, so she’s in the party but they always had this hate/love relationship, and they kinda fucked randomly but nobody knows, but now she’s there with somebody else and so he is, and that’s when the lyrics of the song starts to make the story you can do it imagine, instagram or sms. wtv u prefer ly’ // The backstory is the request and all of the pics were posted after that party, so it is the aftermath. An online game which only those two are playing. The song in this universe is out, just to be clear. Hope you like it this way too 😘 (01/03) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Because there is no such a thing as enough IG love. #sorrynotsorry (12/29) 100+ notes
IMAGINE ‘Colson and Reader roasting each other in IG posts’ (12/26) 100+ notes
#christmasatthebakers 🎄🎄🎄 little Christmas present from me to YOU (12/24) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Some IG stories from the Reader with the perfect captions.’ not requested (12/07) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Reader spends lot of time with Kells in the studio… and she is making a journal of that time on IG 😍’ not requested (12/05) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Colson’s girlfriend is just not having it’ not requested (12/03) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Y/N and Colson showing their love for each other on Instagram because why not? 💋 not requested (12/01) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Y/N showing her love for C and his friends in her special way 🙅❤ not requested (11/23) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Just a little fake IG treat for You just because 🔥 not requested (11/14) 100+ notes
IMAGINE - Y/N shows her love for Colson on IG in a very unique way 📸 just capturing the real love (10/20) 100+ notes
PART II (10/25)
IMAGINE (male reader) ‘Can please I request another Colson x male reader Instagram style imagine and/or fake text kind? Thank you.’ requested (10/09)
IMAGINE (male reader) - ‘Could i request a reader x colson where the reader is male? im gay and there’s exactly: 0 content.’ requested by anonymous (09/14)
IMAGINE - Colson praisin’ his girl in his Instagram posts & in her comments (08/26)
IMAGINE - you lowkey admitting to the world you are a couple with Colson. (08/24)
Fake social medias (mixed: IG, twitter, texts etc.)
IMAGINE ‘After that pic of Colson with baby Ash, i totally need some fooking fluffy stuff like he and y/n have a baby boy, and she out of town for some work related shit, and he’s taking care of their child, and being all goofy and cute about it’ requested by @rosesinmars (01/02)
IMAGINE - Can i request one where the reader has curly hair (like myself) and she doesn’t like it and kells really loves it// requested by @bakerkells (12/25)
IMAGINE - So basically Kells is getting way too much hate from the online trolls because of his extrem behavior like partying and being seen with different girls literally every night. And it’s not just a momentary thing, they are hating on him strong even some ‘fans’ do this too. And it’s starting to piss off his friends too, the unnecessary behaviour of his so called fans because they know him better than those people and even if they want to ignore it… they see literally everywhere those hating, shading comments, opinions which nobody asked for. So one day Y/N, Colson’s long time no seen friend from his inner circle has enough because she knows even if C doesn’t admit it… this behavior from his 'fans’ hurt him a little bit.” not requested (11/28)
PART II (11/29)
IMAGINE ‘Reader is a famous actress and friends with kells. Before she had her big break, she modeled. She posts a throwback, when she modeled for Bikini or underwear. She’s like “so awkward lol” and Kells answers with emojis and is like “Damn YN!” They flirt in the comments and later Kells DM’s her ;)’ requested (11/26)
IMAGINE ‘you and Colson are close friends and occasionally sleep with each other. We all know about his feet kink. One day after you had a manicure and pedicure, you posted your newly designed finger and toe nails on insta. Colson is like 😍👅🔥😈 And then DM’s you, to invite you over 😏’ requested (11/10)100+ notes
IMAGINE ‘Could you make this: YN and Kells are friends and she visited him on The Dirt set. Afterwards she followed everyone on insta. One day she liked and comment on a post of Daniel Webber (something flirty) and he responds, also flirty. Kells see this and DM’s yn and is jealous but won’t admit it at first. YN finds this funny and says stuff like “You flirt even more than me on insta 😂” Kells can’t deny this 😄 Thank you, you’re so sweet!!’ requested (10/28)
IMAGINE - ‘So not a long ago Colson liked this first tweet (in real life) and it caused a little problem in our community and I just felt I needed to write about it.’ (10/27)
IMAGINE ‘Reader tweeting something like “we were so much more than you let us be” “our almost still haunts me” and kells texting her’ requested (10/19)
IMAGINE ‘Y/N is an actress and one day she totally starts to fangirl about MGK on Twitter/IG and then Colson sees it.. ‘ (10/01) 100+ notes
PART II (10/03)
PART III (11/19) 100+ notes
(the main masterlist)
#colson baker#colson baker x reader#colson baker fanfic#colson baker fanfiction#colson baker smut#machine gun kelly x reader#machine gun kelly#machine gun kelly fanfic#machine gun kelly fanfiction#mgk#mgk x reader#mgk fanfic#mgk fanfiction#fake ig#fake texts#fake social media#fake instagram#est#estxx#est4life#everyone stands together#writer#writings#imagine#fanfiction#fanfic
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Human/Demon/Angel family road trip!
Melaina and Lily purchase a camper van, hoping for some sister bounding time on the road, then the rest of their odd family members show up. They were a little put out, but after a promise of a worldwide trip and some (TARDIS) magic placed of the van, they decided what the hell having everyone around should be entertaining. And off they go!
Lucifer:
Would be to only one Melaina trusts to drive while she’s taking a break or sleeping.
Can’t help but watch Melaina with an amused smile when her road rage comes out to play.
Is low-key aroused when she yells out the window at the dumb ass drivers to “GET OUT THE FAST LANE!”
Warns her when her still small horns are showing.
He would take the task of driving the behemoth of a camper van very seriously; and would have Melaina sitting at the passenger seat next to him for company, if she wasn’t already spending time with Lily.
Would look over at his sleeping wife any chance he got, and smile softly. He will remove his cloak and use it to cover her when no one is looking.
Thinks Lily is a nice human and is happy to get to know his sister-in-law, but no one compares to his wife.
“Don’t make me turn this van around!”
“And put on your seat-belt!”
“No, we’re not stopping again!”
“You should have gone before we left!”
“Stop fighting back there!”
“Damn it, Mammon!”
Mammon:
Would want the passenger seat all to himself.
Will ask if he can drive.
Sulks when Melaina said “No.”
Blasting his music and screaming the lyrics.
Sulks when Melaina turns off the music.
Will be sent to the back of the van if he keeps asking “are we there yet?”
Would, somehow, get the van pulled over by the police and panic about hiding his weed.
Sulks in the time out corner at the back of the van for nearly getting himself and other’s arrested.
Whines to Melaina about visiting Vegas.
Can’t believe a sweet wall-flower like Lily is related to a snarky and defiant person (now demon) like Melaina.
Wonder if they have other siblings, but keeps that thought to himself.
Will be buying stuff (that’s not too expensive) for Lily to welcome her to the family.
Wants to hear stories about the sisters’s childhood.
Doesn’t want to push them to talk about it since their pasts aren’t all sunshin’ and roses.
Levi:
Will be sitting nearest to the outlet to power his phone and other devices. Has took everything but his desktop with him, but only because there was already one on the magically effected van.
In his happy little gaming bubble for most of the journey.
Is happy to play some board games with the others at times.
Gets excited when Lily takes out a DS and wants to play some multi player games and in-game trading with her.
Will be posting about everything the happens as it plays out.
When he’s in the passenger seat, he and Melaina sing to anime intro music. No one knows what they are saying.
Likes the English covers Melaina puts on and the effort other fans have put into making the song!
Will beg Melaina to stop at some pokestops and gyms.
Any arcades will be also be stopped at.
Also, can we go to Japan!? Pleeeeeeeeease?
Satan:
Will be taking a demon load of books with him.
Quietly reading most of the time.
Will pick up travel pamphlets at each stop they visit. More reading material!
Will also buy more books along the way.
When he isn’t reading, he’s doing a mini book club with Simeon, Melaina (when she’s taking a break) and Lily.
Would sneak in his pet kitten, the one Melaina gifted him in front of Lucifer after he said no last week.
When it’s his turn in the passenger seat, he reads to Melaina with the kitten purring away on his lap.
Knows Lucifer is glaring at him, but won’t do or say anything while Satan in under Melaina’s protection, and it’s just the best thing ever.
Would also be reading to Lily, before his sister-in-law goes to sleep.
Amso:
Photographs everything! Selfies at every stop.
He’ll be doing everyone’s nails at his corner of the table.
Will insist on doing Melaina’s and Lily’s hair.
Dramatic shocked noise when he finds out that Melaina “blow-dried” her hair by lowing the window all the way, letting the wind blowing her hair all over the place as she drives.
He really adores the bathroom on the van, it’s so cute and cosy but not too small to be cramped, and there’s a bath tub!?
Will offer to have a bubble bath for two with, well everyone.
If he gets a turn in the passenger seat, you know he was get Melaina to singing along with him. Has picked a lot of ABBA and other chick-bands songs for them to sing to.
“That sign said that there’s a spa nearby! Oh Mel-Mel can we stop at the spa!?”
...they’re stopping at the spa. No one regrets stopping at that spa, everyone’s back pain is gone now!
Will be trying out perfumes that each stop has and buying a select few.
Paris👏shopping👏trip👏
He’ll be buying gifts for everyone for sure!
Beel:
Is the one who did most of the heavy lifting when loading up everyone’s stuff.
Beams with happiness at the size of the kitchen.
And the fridge!
Is the reason the van stops at most of the fast food places they find.
Worries about Lily’s constant red face and is concerned that she’s sick.
Gets a bit too close when taking her temperature.
“Lily are you ill?! You’re burning up!”
Will be upset when Lily locks herself in the bath room, not knowing that she’s overloaded and flustered.
Thinks he’s upset her and gets upset himself.
It takes half an hour for Bephie to spell it out for him.
“Dude, she’s got a crush on you”
“......wait what?”
Ends up getting flustered himself and hides in a cupboard.
It takes another hour for Bephie to get him to leave the cupboard.
When he does he starts to think about Melaina’s reaction to him and her little sister dating.
He goes back in the cupboard.
“Mel’s going to kill me!”
“..Dude, she’s not going to kill you..”
It’s another hour before the situation get’s Melaina’s attention and tries to help coax him out the cupboard.
“I’m not going to kill you, Beel. I think you’d be good for her.”
It’s twenty minutes later when Beel leaves the cupboard and gives both Bephie and Mel a big bear hug.
Beel offers Lily to share some food with him. They are both a blushing mess while sharing a bag of chips together.
Bephie:
Claims one of the buck-beds.
When in the passenger seat, he and Mel talk about nothing and everything. Or he’s asleep, wrapped up in one of his blankets.
Will be hanging out with Beel and Lily most of the time.
Likes the idea of Lily being a sister-in-law, via Lucifer/Melaina and Beel/Lily.
Falls asleep on both of them while watching films.
Would climb into Melaina’s bed and snuggle with her.
Flips off Lucifer when he gets glared at for doing so.
Will buy more pillows, blankets and stuff animals at the stops he’s awake for.
Sometimes wakes up to a parked and empty van.
Will be grumpy at everyone when they return.
“...fuck you guys...”
Will lighten up when he’s give a gift from where ever they’ve been.
“Ok, you get to live”
Checks the cinemas nearby for newly released films for them to go and watch.
Will also go to DVD stores and picks a few “So bad they’re good” film for everyone to watch.
Diavolo:
Is the ultimate Dad on holiday. Constantly has a camera around his neck.
He’s ecstatic for family time and getting to know Lily.
In the passenger seat he switches between quietly watching the world go by and asking a seemingly unending string of questions.
“Those kids are waving at us Mel!”
“They’re playing ‘good car, bad car’.”
“Really? What does game in tale?”
“Well, they wave at other people in different cars, if they get a wave back it’s a ‘good car’, if not it’s a ‘bad car’.”
“Fascinating!”
He waves with both hands. Has the biggest grin on his face when the kids react by cheering.
Will want to know other travel games and might get on his adopted daughter’s nerves just a little bit.
Takes all the photos at every stop.
Fatherly teasing when he catches Lucifer and Melaina holding hands.
Takes photos of them when they have loving moments without them knowing.
It’s the best day ever when Lily (accidentally) calls him dad.
He picks her up in a big Dad hug.
“Look Barbatos! I have another daughter!”
Barbatos:
Spends most of the time waiting on everyone out of habit.
Seems to always have some tea ready.
Can tell when Diavolo’s questions are starting to annoy Mel and diverts his Lord’s attention else where.
Is the keeper of the maps and only sits at the passenger seat to help navigate when lost.
He disappears into an unknown rooms in the van and no one knows where the rooms are, how to get there or what the rooms are for.
When asked about it, he just smiles and walks away to fetch more tea.
Makes sure that the humans take their medication/travel sickness tablets.
Keeps the van spotless, snacks on the table and cups full, despite Melaina telling him to stop and relax for a while.
Bakes some cupcakes special for Lily after Lord Diavolo “adopts” her.
Solomon:
Constantly doing narrating pranks on camera.
“And that’s when they became horrible lost.”
“Are we lost?”
“No.”
“She lied”
“Stop it.”
Keeps making “Married Couple” jokes at Lucifer and Melaina.
Would attempt to prank Lily, but the burning feeling of Melaina glaring at him stops him.
Spends a lot of time exploring the van and all the rooms.
Refuses to admit that he got lost.
Sneaks off from the group when they’ve stopped to visit somewhere.
Keeps everyone waiting to for him to come back before they can leave.
When asked wear the fuck he was, he’d only ever say he was on a hunt for knowledge.
Translation: He’s been finding more magical knowledge with questionable means.
Is banned from the passenger seat, for recording Melaina while narrating everything she does.
Simeon:
Absolutely adores Lily and decides for himself to be a guardian angel to both sisters.
Every time Lily does something that’s adorable he wraps his arms around her and snuggles her; his wings circle both of them as if protecting her.
“By my Lord, you are so adorable!”
“Melaina, help!”
“Hey, turtle dove, ease it back a bit please.”
He will be interested in Lily’s story, since gender identities work very differently for Angels and Demons, he’d be very interested in the subject.
Plus, knowing what he does about their birth parents from Melaina; Simeon is concerned about the difficulties the poor thing faced trying to figure out her identity.
Simeon makes sure that Lily does want to talk about it, he really doesn’t want to push her if she’s uncomfortable.
He ends up learning a lot about the subject from Lily, maybe there’s a new book to be written in the future.
Will be playing board games and card games, that he’s learned from the humans, with Luke and anyone else would like to join.
Can’t help but ship Beel and Lily after seeing them blushing like idiots at each other.
He actually tears up a little, he’s so happy.
Then he looks toward the front of the van at the other couple. Melaina is asleep and he’s caught Lucifer laying his cloak over her.
Simeon smiles wide, he’s so happy for both the humans and his old friends.
He feels nice and warm inside.
He’ll request to stop at a church now and then so he can pray for his friends’s happiness.
He also requests to visit Venice Italy.
Will have his turn in the fabled passenger seat. He had fun picking songs to play... until one started playing that wasn’t his cup of tea.
He slowly looked at Melaina, trying to not judge.
Mel’s lips were pressed together and trying to not laugh.
Simeon then got up and left to sit back down with Luke.
“I’m sorry!”
“.....”
“Simeon?”
“.....”
“Turle Dove?”
“..I need time to forgive you, friend.”
Luke:
Will be both excited for a road trip with the human sisters and annoyed that the demons are also tagging along.
Low-key is enjoying everyone’s company.
Is either by Simeon side or in the kitchen baking sweats.
Don’t really understand the concept of being transgender, but supports Lily all the way!
Really, really wants to play card games with Melaina, but she’s driving most of the time.
Isn’t aloud at the passenger seat. because they were pulled over by the police about letting a child in the front seat without a booster seat.
He is very, very sulky afterwards.
#obey me#obey me MC#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#obey me diavolo#obey me barbatos#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me luke
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Welcome to Oblivion-Ch. 30
Chapter 30
“So… do you have plans for New Year’s Eve?” I asked, snuggling deeper into one of Roman’s sweatshirts. I’d brought my own clothes when I came to stay with them over break, but it seemed like I spent more time in their stuff than my own. And I certainly wasn’t complaining. It was nice being bundled up in warm, soft fabric that smelled like them.
Seth sat in the armchair nearby, his attention focused on the videogame he was playing. He shrugged. “It was bad enough driving back from Davenport after Christmas. I doubt I’m going anywhere.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, come on, you’re seeing Becky, right?”
He went a little pink around his ears. “Yeah, kind of.”
“Seth… come on…” I said, sitting up and moving to the end of the sofa closest to him. I poked him in the shoulder and the arm and the cheeks. “Come on… Seffie… tell me the truth.”
He jerked away. “Knock it off, Addy,” he replied, trying to hide his smile. He leaned toward the other side of the chair, doing his best to focus on the television.
I followed, scooting to the very edge of the sofa cushion, and renewing my assault with both fingers.
Poke poke poke in the bicep. “Tell me…”
Poke poke poke in the shoulder. “Tell meee….”
Poke poke poke in the thigh. “C’mon, tellllll meeee…”
He grunted and tried to move. I stood up and climbed over the side of the armchair, practically sitting on his back. I nearly cackled as I took up poke poke poking him in the cheeks. Every move was emphasized with an increasingly whiny, “Tell me!”
“Addy, stop,” he grunted, swatting ineffectually at my hands. “Seriously, you’re going to make me lose, Ads!”
I leaned in against his shoulders, dangling my arms down and poking him over and over again in the stomach. “Abs, abs, abs,” I chanted childishly.
Seth swore and tossed the controller on the table. Then, in one quick move, he got to his feet and swept me around so that he carried me over his shoulder. I had just enough time to squeal and grab for the back of his t-shirt before he flopped me onto the sofa. He stood over me, frowning, arms crossed. His dark hair was a little mussed.
“What the fuck has gotten into you?” he asked as he took a step back. “Addy, are you drunk?”
I shook my head, hiding behind hands that were swallowed up by the big sleeves of the sweatshirt. “Nope.”
He leaned down, put one hand on each side of my head, and looked at me carefully. After a few seconds, he made a face and I giggled. “Then why in the hell are you…” It dawned on him so quickly that I could almost see the lightbulb go off over his head. “Addy, did you get into the leftovers in the kitchen?”
I practically bounced up onto my knees. “Ro said I could have some!”
“Yes, but what did you have?” Seth frowned.
“Some of those dumpling things and the sweet buns.” I frowned back. “What’s the matter, did I eat your part?”
He laughed. “No. I don’t ever eat when Roman makes kopai and panipopo.” He opened his mouth to say something else, but the door swinging open stopped him.
A blast of cold air ran through the room as Dean came in, stomping snow from his boots. He grinned when he saw me, his blue eyes going as bright as the pink in his cheeks. “Hey, princess,” he said as he crossed the room.
When he wrapped his arms around me, I was swallowed by the scent of the crisp snowy air and the faint scent of engine oil and grease. “Seth’s mad at me,” I said, trying not to pout.
Dean’s eyes went wide. He glanced over his shoulder and smiled sideways. “Why the hell would Seth be mad at you, princess?”
Seth rolled his eyes. “I’m not mad at her, Dean. She got into Ro’s leftovers.”
The laughter that spilled out of Dean made me warm and tingly inside. He cradled my cheeks and looked me in the eyes, just as Seth had done. “Go see how much is left.”
Seth disappeared, and I wriggled out of Dean’s hold to follow our friend’s progress. A moment later, he reappeared holding two very large, very empty Tupperware containers. “Um… none of it.”
Dean sank down on the edge of the table, laughing so hard I didn’t think he was going to be able to catch his breath. “Oh fuck, Addy,” he chuckled, wiping his face with both hands. “You just ate in an afternoon what Roman eats in a week of carb loading.”
“Huh?” I asked, my brain feeling fuzzy.
Seth flopped into the armchair and laughed. “It means you’ve got a massive sugar high. Like… those are the two sweetest, most sugary Samoan foods Ro makes. I swear there’s half a bag of sugar between the two.”
For the first time, I realized how quickly my heart was racing. “What?”
Dean put one hand on my forehead, a deep worry bleeding onto his face. “Addison?” The fact that he called me by my full name worried me. “Are you diabetic?”
“No,” I said quickly, shaking my head furiously. I panicked. “I don’t think I am. I’m not? I don’t think so. What if I am? Dean, what if I am?!”
He kissed the side of my head. “I think you’d know by now if you were. Seth is going to get you some water, and I’m going to tuck you un bed.”
“I’m not tired. Not at all. Not even a little bit.”
“You will be in about half an hour,” Seth called from the kitchen over the sound of the faucet. “This is going to be the worst sugar crash in the history of the planet.”
�� My eyes went wide, and if felt like my heart was going to explode straight out of my chest. Dean gathered me close. “Stop it, Seth. You’re scaring her.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head before leading me toward his bedroom. He tossed his jacket over the back of his desk chair and changed out of his jeans into a pair of sweatpants. Then, he flopped onto the bed, tugging me down with him. He bundled us together the blankets and wrapped his arms around me.
“What are we going to do with you, Addy?” he teased.
I squirmed, feeling like I couldn’t lie still. “I’m sorry. I got hungry and it was so good.”
“Don’t be sorry, princess. The first time I had Roman’s kopai—those dumplings in caramel sauce—I made myself sick from eating so much,” Dean whispered. “It takes some massive willpower to not devour the whole pan.”
Dean kept his arms wrapped around me, clutching me almost painfully tight against his chest. The whirring in my brain subsided and the pounding of my heart calmed to normal. He ran his fingers through my hair and cuddled my head against his shoulder.
After a while, I yawned. In an instant, my whole body felt heavy. Lethargy washed over me like a flood.
“There it is,” Dean murmured from far away. “You’re going to be grumpy when you wake up. But sleep it off for now, princess.”
***
It was dark when I woke up. I was alone in the bed, and the thought of getting up made me want to cry. Voices filtered in from the living room. I heard the tinkle of glasses and bottles.
My mouth was cotton dry.
As much as I hated it, I rolled out of bed. It took me a minute to get my balance before I practically stumbled out into the hallway. The three of them were sitting spread out in the living room. Dean had a bottle of beer in one hand and an automotive catalog in the other. Roman was stretched out on the sofa with a well-worn paperback. Seth sat on the floor, his attention glued to the television and the controller in his hands.
He was the first one to look up as I shuffled into the light. “She lives!” Seth exclaimed.
I growled and flipped him off as I trudged into the kitchen.
He laughed in that cackling way of his. I chugged down two full glasses of water before I felt human enough to join them. Roman sat up so I could wedge myself in next to him. His brown eyes skimmed over me, a smile spilling over his face.
“Feel better, baby girl?” he asked softly. His fingers brushed against the hair at my temple. “Don’t have a headache, do you?”
“I’m okay,” I replied, leaning my head against his shoulder. I stretched out so that my foot was wedged against Seth’s back, right between his shoulder blades. “By the way, it’s Jason Todd.”
Seth’s brows furrowed. “Huh?”
“The Arkham Knight. It’s Jason Todd.”
He looked from me to the television and back again. “What. The. Fuck, Addy!” He practically slammed the controller onto the table.
“If you haven’t figured it out by halfway through, you’re an idiot,” I snarked.
“Well,” Dean said, looking up from his magazine, “it’s Seth, so…”
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[Hello! I understand this can be upsetting to some so tags are on: RPF, ENGINE FAILURE, ANGST, EMOTIONALLY HURT/ COMFORT/ FLUFF] work of fiction BUT FLUFF/ KISSES
Response to @cocklesdestielfiction prompt BOTTLE (Cockles, a 5K story)
“The right engine exploded… like… BOOM!”
— Richard Speight Jr. (VegasCon 2020)
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“Where’s Misha?” says Jensen above the steady hum of the plane’s engine blending with sounds of shuffling bags, pitter-patters, and clinking glasses but Misha can always hear him perfect pitch or not.
“Here.” he heaved himself from the end of the aisle after unloading his personal bag with the other smaller luggage. He can hear Cliff talking to the attendant by the coach but he’s just too tired to say hello.
“Hey, Cliff.”
Misha’s eyebrows rake up and unfortunately for him that’s all he can muster with his limp. There’s a blunt grunt from the security papa bear.
“Nappy time for you, Misha. You look shit.”
“Thanks.” he grimaces. After ten hours on set (and that’s without Jared), he’s just too exhausted. Stalking to the cabin seats, Misha joined the others with bleary eyes.
He catches glinting green whose cherry lips begin to form into a wild smile. There has to be some rule about instant rejuvenation just from receiving that dose from such a nice face.
Richard beats them both in whatever shit they were about to say.
“Service is slowing, Misha. Your customer’s been addressing his complaints to the not-so-proper authorities.”Misha sniggers.
“Who’s proper here, do tell.”
“Jensen’s not being proper at adulting.” Alex supplies staring out at the green primo uomo Misha’s been ignoring. The whine comes. It’s like a sweet tickle on his ears. Petulant and cheeky growly voice—signs Misha learned—since his first day—never to encourage.
“Misha! Mish! One more call you’re gonna deliver a bar.”
He turns.
“Been callin you out.”
“You do that to spite me, fucker.” Misha drawls, walking to Jensen and holding out another bottled water that has to be his 8th. “Here. Don’t believe the media when they tell you the world will never run out of water. Maison says the water sprites will invoke the right to strike just on principle.”
“Sweet faerie. But I believe you. You just hoarded eight hundred Aquafina.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
If Jensen wasn’t giggling so dorkily at him, he would have snatched the bottle and cursed him for the reminder. But Misha couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of lips. Even Rich and Alex hark laughter at the meaning.
Cause Misha Collins just had a truck of bottled water delivered on set that’s still causing stomach hurts from the cast. Recently, Jensen had taken up the habit of ‘mentioning Misha ’on set as a result of that one interview involving some intense heart eyes and delivery of drinks caught on camera. Nothing to deny there, relationships over ten years tend to turn if not bitter-sweet memories, then the opposite tooth-rotting.
This takes the cake. Everyone began doing the same.
Of course, Misha— pleased by the attention and a new game to distract himself from the already distracting Jensen, returned all summons. Misha who was never one to do things halfway and pledged on delivering all sorts of drinks every Jensen pings his name—except apple juice, jesus.
But it’s one of those feats that usually get out of control in Supernatural so by the end of the first week, everyone’s just going ‘Misha.’ He liked that a lot. Also, like the truckload of bottled water delivered on set much to their amusement.
When Vicky saw the number on their credit card receipt, she didn’t even raise an eyebrow. Oh, but he wanted to tell her anyway.
All fun aside, Misha’s particularly grumpy now for another reason. Sleep-deprived and emotionally drained after pouring everything on that last take, he’s now headed to Vegascon with this little group. It was nice Jared arranged his private plane to take them. The pretty convenient thing when a pandemic is out there.
Jensen looks tired too, dark lines under the eyes, lips dry— thus the water bottle Misha’s been carrying around— but how the fuck he managed to radiate with teenage energy even when it’s already late will forever evade Misha who wants to snuggle beside him but instead just looks him straight in the eyes.
“Fuck you,” he mouths, backing to his empty chair.
“Do it.” Jensen teases him and Misha will not appreciate that radiance of beauty pulling him in.
“Can’t, there’s our kid here. Don’t wanna make it awkward.”
Alex shakes his head. “Nope. I think I’ve seen the worst of it.”
“That’s what you think.” Misha chuckles.
“Buckle up, Mishano, signals on.” Richard turns his back from the window facing Jensen with red-light flashing above their heads. “Let’s save the Cockles once we’re in Vegas, kay guys? Innocent guy trying to avoid diabetes so save the Cockles.”
“Save the Cockles.” Alex fumbles inside his jacket to fix his earphones.
Misha and Jensen roll eyes at each other and Misha returns to his spot. Jensen is directly on his line of sight so it’s quite easy to check out on him, maybe snap adorable photos and stack it on his 100 terabyte collection he can post someday when he’s 90.
Taking his phone out after securing his belt, he hears the pilot give instructions as the plane begins to move. Soon, he’s immersing himself with replies on tweets and messages on his number using his extra handphone. Zoning out wasn’t difficult, especially when trying to block out the funny feeling of the engine preparing to take off. They’re all used to it by now.
A few minutes later, they all feel the usual sensation of slowing down bodily before the plane thrusts forward— Misha closes his eyes, hands clasping his chair until they feel the plane level after the accent. When he opens his eyes, he hears everyone including him take a deep breath. There are exchanges of words but he is already glued to his phone answering messages sleepily. He’s so tired he can sleep forever. His eyes begin to droop and he sighs in content, finally able to rest even for just minutes.
Till there’s a gentle nudge on his leg.
He ignores it.
Another kick.
No.
“Mish.” Kick again.
Misha grimaces. Such long reach for bowlegs…
“Misha, I swear—”
“Social distance, Jen?” he opens his eyes, obviously grumpy.
“A truckload of beer from Poland sounds nice, I’d prefer that.” Jensen wags the water bottle with mischievous dimples showing off on the corner of his cheek. Misha frowns and shuts his eyes again. Good god for distractions. Good god for soft manly middlemen with so much energy…
“Mish…”
Ignore him.
“Mish!”
Imagine if Jared’s around…
“Hey, Misha, Poland beer really—”
Misha’s eyes flutter open.
“No, honey, I will not argue with you about Polish ‘Alkohole,’ it’s not even articulated the same.” Misha throws a grumpy look over notorious green-eyed lynx whose chuckling over his misery, “You’re gonna fuck with me again and I’ll have another story in my head I am unable to tell a soul as its rightfully not for children, sorry, Alex.”
Ball on Alex’ court, he blinks from Jensen to Misha quietly then shakes his head.
“I am legally an adult.” He obviously could hear them from his pods. Misha raises a finger.
“Correction, the show says you’re 3. All fanfiction does.”
“I’m married.” Alex injects in amusement.
“Fanfiction says Misha and I are married.” comes from Rich’s corner.
At this Misha sits up, preparing his list of things why Misha-will-never-be-married-to-Richard-Speight-Who-Got-a-Rob impromptu—
“I’m married.” Alex retorts but Richard and Misha are bickering over the type of marriage to hear him.
“You both can say whatever the hell you want, Cockles will top.”
Sometimes Jensen just can’t bridle it. Sending Misha his heart eyes flirtatiously, he stops the argument with a wink. Misha giggles with all tiredness gone, replying to Alex about marriage while Rich says something about Jibcon to Jensen when things begin to go wrong.
Misha did not see it happen. He was busy looking over Jensen, admiring the bravado and confidence about the newly found comfort over their relationship (and their characters) when a loud bang from his right splits the air, followed by crashing sounds of that thing that Misha dreads, one of the worst sounds he never wants to hear in his life.
But that’s only just the beginning.
The first explosion rocked the plane violently forward, then topples without warning to their right. It throws them off with seatbelts tightening—making them grab around the seats, stomach in their throat as they keep their steady hold.
Misha looks outside to the cloud of smoke and crashing debris, his mind tuning only to the present and hears himself as well as Jensen and Richard cursing with jesuschrists. Misha doesn’t know. He was never a steadfast believer but for this one, he’s already calling out god.
The show’s influence is deeper than he thought. He thinks of all the near-death experiences he’s had but it’s nothing compared to this one. For one, he can only look at Jensen and the feeling sinks in the hollowness of his guts.
This is worse, much worse than the drop tower ride or any gyro drop his children always admired him for riding. No. Here the safety belts that kicked in didn't secure anything from the loud crashing sounds that pierced their ears, the shrill sound of the engine roaring like as it beat fragments unto the air leaving maybe nothing of its parts. How many engines are exploding?
Misha doesn’t close his eyes. He tries to deny the possibility that this is where him, Jensen— Alex, god Alex just got married! He’s so much more ahead of his life— and Rich just might finally find their end. An irony of life where the show that’s keeping their lives together now also on the way to its end. A kind of twist in reality that’s been shown by many, if not more famous names ahead of himself but Misha tries not to think about them. He tries not to think about the same profession that killed them. He can’t afford it, oh god his children…
He realized he didn’t even kiss West goodbye the morning he left. How he left the unkempt dish on the sink in a hurry. How he didn’t check Maison’s daily log of mischief she does while he’s away.
Now he may not return.
He closes his eyes as the plane shudders violently again. Please...
He calls Castiel’s name too, the back of his mind telling him they're dying. A more humorous, sadistic side of himself adding Dean is here, and that angel of Thursday isn’t going to let his husband die. They shouldn’t. He and Castiel shouldn’t.
But he’s no Castiel. He’s only Misha.
If anyone asked him how he felt when the plane steadies itself as the pilots pull for control, Misha is not sure anyone would believe him. For the briefest second, he feels this tug at the back of his mind telling him it will be alright and the remarkable part is, Misha believed it. Fucking believe the whisper.
That’s when everything settles down.
Misha quickly looks around at Jense, Rich, and Alex. All of them are pale and he knows he doesn’t look any better. He wants to throw up but the uncertainty of the flight kept him guarded, his grip on the armchair not loosening.
“You guys alright?” Jensen’s voice much deeper than Misha remembers barely managed a nod.
Alex is looking at the floor with concentration where laptops, neck pillows, cups, and stuff are all scattered on the ground. Richard looks as if he’s going to throw up the way he’s holding his stomach. Jensen is staring outside the right window while Misha tells himself to breathe.
“Are you alright?” comes Cliff’s low voice from behind Misha sounding obviously shaken too but still steady. Misha didn’t have time to collect himself. Not that he’s stupid, his body just doesn’t get it, but he quickly pulls his phone and begins texting Vicky and the children.
“What the hell happened?” Richard turns his head over the cockpit when the rumbling dies down.
“Right engine exploded.” Jensen is already unbuckling himself from his chair and casting everyone a look. “You all good? Mish? Cliff?” He doesn’t wait for answers. He shoots off to the cockpit and stops just by the door looking uncertain.
“Hey, uh… do we have a situation?” Nobody spoke while he was gone so it's easy to hear the response of the pilots ahead.
“We most certainly do. Get in your seat. Put on your seat belt. We’re doing emergency procedures.”
Calm. Collected. Professional. That’s all Misha had to hear. It doesn’t seem like he’s alone. Everyone else breathes in relief as they all watch Jensen amble back to his seat, nodding.
“Okay, you certainly have my attention, sir.”
He buckles up and lifts his chin. The look on their faces must’ve triggered Jensen to clap his hands together. “Hey, buckle up! Cliff, sit down. Rich, breathe, kay? It’s gonna be fine. It’s only one engine, guys, c’mon. This thing flies on three! You think Jared had anyone else to listen to about private jet education? We’re gonna be fine.”
Then like heaven-sent, the pilot begins giving them reports of the situation from the paging in a very clear and commanding voice. He tells them the right engine exploded which requires them to make a trip back to the nearest airport in Vancouver. That’s all he gives and a promise of an update as he wished everybody to stay calm and follow the protocol for emergency procedures.
“Hear that?” Jensen clears his throat, his hands clasping. Misha receives the full impact of the meaningful green eyes. The plane steadies itself with hum in the air. A full minute pass and the airplane did not drop.
“Fuck.”
Misha forces himself to relax as he drops his head back on his chair. He can’t feel his body. His hands are still trembling when he smacks it on his cold face. “Fuck!” He can’t seem to say anything other than that.
“Fuck, indeed.” Richard agrees, grabbing his phone, “Good thing I got my pods on, that sound coulda destroyed my ears.” he begins typing on his phone immediately. Alex begins a speed typing contest while Misha receives Vicky's reply after his first message.
‘Kids are mine, right?’
‘Because I cannot make them alone. What’s wrong?’- V
Misha goes on about the engine and the exchange of mail becomes rampant. When about twenty minutes pass with a few throws of questions around, Misha looks up when he hears the blubbing sound of whiskey. Jensen is pouring
“I’m gonna be drinking that scotch when I get back home,” he’s saying as he hands the glasses each to Richard, Alex and finally to Misha who shakes his head, putting the glass on the holder. Jensen takes the armchair beside him to which Misha is glad, especially when Jensen wounds his arm around his shoulder.
“We’re fine, Mish, stop shaking.” Jensen drops the side of his cheeks on Misha’s raven hair.
“I’m not,” Misha says shakily, wrapping his arms around Jensen’s torso and just pulling him into a tight hug. “Fuck!”
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you’re only dead when no one is there to remember your name
This is a part of @askbeckandpaige ‘s metamorphosis au! Just a short little drabble, about 2k words. TW for referenced death and abuse!!
features: Beck, Cutler, Tron, Yori and Mrs.Selvig
Tron hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since Beck told him. He’s reminded of it every time he walks into a new room and sees a photo frame. Reminded of how lucky he is, and how much his son has suffered.
He can’t stop the sigh that escapes him. His son has suffered far too much in his life, the boy not even in his mid-thirties, has suffered more than anyone he knows. And has been hurt by far too many people.
“What is it?” A soft, sleepy voice asks, interrupting his thoughts.
He looks over to his wife and gives her a small smile. “Just thinking about Beck.”
Yori snuggles closer into him, laying her head on his chest as she draws lazily on his chest with her finger. “Good or bad?”
His hand drifts to run through her hair. “He...he told me that he has no photos of Cutler. Apparently he was forced to delete them all by him.” Tron knows Beck isn’t there, is in his own home, and can’t hear Tron say his abusers name, but it’s so ingrained in his nature to avoid saying it at all costs. Tron knows how his name brings the atmosphere down, how it leaves Beck on edge.
Yori stops what she’s doing and looks up to him. “What?” Her brow furrows, and even in the dark he can see how saddened she is at the thought. “None at all.”
Tron shakes his head. “He said he had tried to keep one for the longest, but he had gotten in trouble in DC at some point, and was made to get rid of it.”
“Oh Beck…” She whispers, heartbreaking for her son all over again.
He nods in agreement. “I was thinking about giving him a photo album; I’m sure we have photos of them, and I know Cutler’s mom and uncle do,” Tron tells her quietly. It would be nice to do something for his son, even nicer to be actually able to fix something he let happen.
“Of course.” She smiles at him and kisses his chin. “I can call them in the morning to see; we really ought to have them over soon. You know how they miss Beck.”
He nods. “They could come over for lunch if they like, help put together the album.”
Yori nods too. “I’ll invite them over first thing tomorrow. As for you, you go and get started on it.” She gives him a gentle push. “I know there’s no way you’re going to sleep now.”
Exasperated, he sighs, but he can’t deny the truth in her words. “Fine fine, but don’t complain when I wake you up going to bed.” Tron wags his finger, fighting a smile.
She laughs quietly and pats his cheek. “No promises, dear.”
Tron kisses her forehead and slips out of bed, “Goodnight love.” His smile only grows when he hears her muffled “night.”
--
He stays up far later than he probably should, just scrolling through his computer, going through photos, trying to find ones of Cutler, and of Cutler and Beck. He has quite a few, but not nearly as many as expected. He’s sure Yori will have plenty more somewhere, probably packed away for safekeeping.
He moves the photos into two folders; Yes’s and maybes. Most end up in the Yes’s folder, grainy, shaken ones end up in the maybes.
Tron pauses when he comes across a scanned photo of Cutler’s obituary. If he’s honest, he doesn’t know if Beck has ever actually seen it before, after all Beck had still been a POW during the funeral, hadn’t even for sure knew that his ex had died.
“You were too young.” Tron whispers, closing his eyes, not bothering to fight off the memories of the funeral. The solemnness of it, the fact that at the time, his heart was too full of grief for his own son to give Cutler the proper respect he deserved. “Just boys, the two of you were.”
By the time he’s opened his eyes, he’s already decided it’s in the Yes folder, Beck deserves to have it, or at least make the choice of whether or not to keep it.
Speaking of Beck, he glances to the time. He knows it’s far too late to be calling his son, but he’s filled with the sudden urge to hear his voice. To know he’s safe and okay.
Besides, the phone is already calling him, no point in turning back now.
“‘Ello?” A groggy, grumpy voice answers. Voice muffled like it’s buried in a pillow.
He winces in remorse. “Hey kiddo.” Tron greets softly.
“Dad?” Some of the sleep leaves Beck’s voice, but the grumpiness remains. “Why’re you calling me at 3 in the morning?”
Tron smiles. Beck wouldn’t be Beck without being upset about being woken up. His son really liked his sleep, even more so as he’s grown older.
“I just wanted to tell you I love you.”
“mmm...loveyoutoo.” He slurs quietly.
Tron can hear Beck’s voice slowly give way to sleep. “Good night son.”
His words take a moment to process. “...night dad.”
Tron hangs up, sets his phone to the side, wonders if there will ever be a time that he can trust that his son is completely safe. He doubts it, he’s never been prone to trust, especially when his paranoia has been proven right.
He, at least, knows Beck understands and isn’t upset with him, after all, he gets random calls from Beck too, sometimes just asking Tron to talk to him till he falls asleep. Those nights are rarer now that Beck has his own home, and a wife who is there for him, but they still happen, and Tron never minds.
Tron can’t deny that he’s happy Paige is with Beck, it’s comforting to know someone is with Beck who will protect him from anything and anyone. And hopefully, she’ll do a better job than he has.
A sigh leaves him, he’s officially up too late. Tron’s aware of the fact that he’s prone to darker thoughts when he doesn’t rest, the kind that he’d prefer not to have.
Scrubbing his eyes, he presses the power button on his computer, then seeks out the comfort of his bed and wife. The photos could wait till morning- they’ll have to.
-
It takes weeks. Far longer than Tron thought it was going to take, but he was being understandably picky, if you asked him.
It had to be perfect. He’d only get one chance of a gift of this size.
The fact that he has actually gone inside the mall speaks enough as to how important he finds this. Thankfully, his trip to the mall is success. He finally found a good album.
Dark brown leather, with a leather stitch across the border. Heavy, sturdy, paper used as backings for the photograph. Even better, they engraved it for him for free.
The engravement is nothing special, but it is at the same time.
In dead center, large script it says: Cutler Selvig
Cutler’s mother approved of it when he had shown her, and helped him organize the album, matching color schemes and layouts, all of things he has no experience in.
Finally, however, they had finished it. After weeks spent perfecting the page order and placements, of tea and stories, it was ready to give to Beck.
Tron had offered for her to be there to help him give it to him, but she had declined, saying that this was something Tron needed to do, but to tell Beck that he was expected for dinner soon.
With a smile, he had agreed and said goodbye, leaving him with the last part of the gift: giving it to his son.
-
He’s not used to being nervous.
Well, that’s not exactly true. His paranoia is a form of nervousness, he supposes. But he’s not used to being nervous without being paranoid.
He’s not afraid of his son, he just hopes that Beck will like it, that he’ll treasure it, rather than it bringing up bad memories.
Tron looks to the door from the window when there’s a soft knock. “Hey kiddo.”
Beck smiles back at him, leaning against the door frame. “Hey dad, mom said you wanted to see me?”
He hums, rising and nearing his son. “I’ve got something for you.” He beckons his son to follow as they leave his office.
Beck tilts his head in confusion. “Did I forget my birthday again?”
Tron laughs fondly, shaking his head. “Not quite.” He sits on the window-sill couch, and reaches beneath, pulling out a plainly wrapped box. Seeing Beck hasn’t sat yet, he taps the seat beside him. “Sit.”
Beck obeys and sits beside him, knee brushing Tron’s as he peers at the box. “What is it?”
Tron sets it in his lap, hand lingering on the box. “Me fixing a wrong.” He says simply and withdraws his hand. “Open it.”
The confusion is plain on Beck’s face as he carefully unwraps the present, revealing the leather book beneath. Tron watches his brow furrow, and puts the box on the ground before gently opening the book.
He swears his heart stops when he hears Beck’s breath catch. He knows he chose a strong choice for the first photo in the album, one of Cutler with his family, Beck, their dogs and Tron’s wife. Tron remembers taking the photo all those years ago; It was one of many outings as a joint family that year; the year that the boys had enlisted together.
Tron watches Beck’s finger ghost over Cutler’s face. “How?” He croaks, eyes not leaving the album.
He lets his hand fall on Beck’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I went through the photos we had here, and reached out to his mom and uncle. They were more than happy to contribute.”
There’s no hiding the tear that falls down Beck’s cheek, though he tries to, wiping it with the back of his hand, he doesn’t respond to Tron, instead turning to the next page.
“I never thought I’d have any again.” Beck admits quietly, gripping the book so tightly, as if it’s to be stolen away from him.
Tron nods. “If I had known you didn’t have any, I would have given you this far sooner.”
Beck tears his gaze away from the album and looks to Tron. “Thank you.” He sets it to the side and pulls his father into a tight hug. “Thank you so much.”
He hides his smile in Beck’s hair, and drops a kiss on his head as he hugs back. “You’re welcome, kiddo.”
They stay like that for a while longer, before Beck pulls away, picking up the book once more. His son leans into him as he starts going through the pages, every so often telling Tron a quiet story behind the photo. But for most, Beck seems content to keep the memories for himself, and take comfort in the steady presence of Tron.
Tron doesn’t mind. Not all of Beck’s life was for him to know, he deserves to be allowed to quietly remember without an expectation of sharing. “He’d be proud of you.” He can’t help the words that tumble out of his mouth. “And he’d be happy for you.”
Beck pauses and looks up to him, giving Tron a good look at the stubble lining his face, of the scar that cuts across his eyebrow, the crook of Beck’s nose from where it had been broken one too many times, and his son’s warm brown eyes. Tron’s gaze falls to the photo album, at the picture of a young Beck and Cutler, and can’t help but wish that he hadn’t been right. He wishes, oh god how he wishes he had been wrong, that his fears about them enlisting were just that: fears.
A slow smile spreads on Beck’s face, and he looks back down to the photograph. “Yeah. I think he would be too.”
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He was.
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Christmas Special: Day 9
-> Pairing: Yoongi x Reader -> Hogwarts!AU // Teacher!AU // Fluff -> Word Count: 1.6k -> Summary: Your students and fellow teachers drive you insane on your supposed break. At least one of them is a decent enough human being. ->Warning(s): None
A/N: Admin Belle was sad when I told her I had to make this one short, but I still think it’s pretty cute.
“Please, Professor (L/n)?! I promise, I won’t ask for anything else this break!” You try to block the boys voice coming through the door with your hands, but to no avail he keeps up with his constant begging. You try to keep up with your work instead, but he doesn’t move. He knows you’re in your room, and he’s not going to stop until he gets an answer from you.
You shout back through the closed door, “You said that yesterday, Jae!”
“Please, I just need help on this last potion!” He pleads.
You shake your head, “I will not be helping you to poison your fellow students!”
“It’s just Wonpil!” He tries to reason. You only shake your head once more. He had some kind of obsession with the Ravenclaw, and it made absolutely no sense to you, then again, teenage boys have never been your specialty when it comes to reading. He tries again anyways, “Please Professor?”
Pushing away from your desk to stand and go to your door, you open it quickly to glare at the surprised boy before you with a raised fist to knock again. You sigh, “You’re a bright student, Jae. You have a decent head on your shoulders.” You tried to be promising, but you needed to be realistic with him so he’d get the point you were trying to make. You were not having it today, “But if I have to hear your voice again I’m going to knock it right off!”
“So...is that a yes?” He asks after a silent pause.
You glare at him, “5th year, Kim Donghyuck; He can help you with your potion. Go.”
“Yes sir!” He gives a mock salute before running back down the hallway in search of the boy who you knew for a fact had gone home for the holiday. Oh well, at least he was gone now.
This was not how you wanted to spend your holiday. Yes, you did volunteer to stay at Hogwarts this year, but you did not agree to be harassed everyday by your students and fellow teachers. A break means no school, no homework, no trouble. You agreed to stay and patrol the hallway after curfew, to stay and make sure the students weren’t up to trouble, to be present but still take your break.
The first day wasn’t bad at all! Everyone did their own thing as they either said goodbye to friends or went to entertain themselves until dinner. No students bothered you at all, and that left you and the other teachers to enjoy the first day of break without much of an incident. The most irritating event of the night when Namjoon spilled the fire whiskey all over Jeongguk before anybody could have some. Needless to say, someone was going to be buying more for later in the holiday.
Then there was the second day. You had a few stray students here and there, wanting tips for their potions, how they could find better ingredients, where they could find premade potions of the best quality, how to sneak potions around campus - The latter mainly being Jae over anyone else. But you were able to endure it despite the trouble they caused for you. Until the third day when suddenly everyone needed you. Jeongguk needed to know about your storeroom and how your stock was; that was useful. Taehyung wanted to know the logic behind if he would react to catnip the same way cats do when he transfigures into a cat.
That is far from useful.
Now, on your fifth day of holiday break, you were done with everyone. Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jeongguk were all banned from your classroom and your chambers, Namjoon was not allowed to be within 30ft of you or you would actually hex him, Seokjin was only allowed in your presence if he had food with him, Jimin...Jimin didn’t do anything wrong, so he was okay.
And then Yoongi was just the neutral party. He liked his alone time as much as you did, and he was the closest thing to sane you were going to get in this school in the form of a teacher. Not that you were willing to spend time with your students more than what was necessary for a holiday. Anytime you needed to get away, you’d sneak off to the astronomy tower to get a moments peace, and that’s usually where you and the Astronomy teacher would make small talk and ignore the responsibilities you both held.
Now seemed like the best time to get away.
You leave the safety of your classroom, making sure the sign on your door still said ‘out’ for anyone looking for you, then you continued up the stairs to reach your destination. You pass students along the way, sending Namjoon a warning glare before he even tried to approach you - He may be the Headmaster, but the man was destructive and still not forgiven for the fire whiskey incident from the beginning of the week - before you make it to the tower you were looking for.
“Yoongi? Are you up here?” You call when you reach the top of the stairs. You look around until you hear his muffled voice, “-‘m over here.” You follow in the direction the sound came from until you spot and oddly lumped blanket underneath the telescope. You bend down to the height of the blanket and pull it back, revealing the pale, blonde professor who was more than likely napping before you interrupted him.
Yoongi opens an eye to look at you before closing it again, beginning to stretch with a long, grumpy groan, “What do you want?”
You shrug, “I’m bored and annoyed.”
Yoongi sits up from his makeshift bed as you plop down beside him, “Well, that makes two of us.”
“Oh hush, you enjoy my presence.” You scold, nudging his shoulder lightly.
“I enjoy your silence.”
“Should I just leave then?” You ask. You point a finger to the door with a raised brow, and he just gives you a devilish smile in return, “Well, when you threaten me with a good time, how could I possibly say no?” You frown at him, pushing him a little harder than before. He’s a little surprised. You’re not a rough or violent person - mostly - so something had to be up.
“What’s eating away at you?” He asks, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“Everything?” You say, it sounding more like a question than anything. His hand on your shoulder was relaxing, but you were still tense from your frustrations. You shake your head, “Students want my attention, teachers want to bother me with unimportant matters, Namjoon broke all the fire whiskey we had and I still don’t know how he managed to do it!”
“The fire whiskey was a sad one, I’ll admit.” Yoongi nods. You give him a look to be serious and he chuckles, “Why don’t you just flip the sign on your classroom?”
You huff, “I’ve already tried. No one seems to get the hint that ‘out’ means I’m not in the classroom, ‘please go away and don’t bother knocking.’”
“At least you can lock your classroom. I still have nightmares from catching students up here after hours, in innocent and lewd ways...” You can see the way he recalls the memories, small shudders and looks of disgust crossing his pale features.
“Well, the astronomy tower is the best place for romance, Professor, don’t you know? The wood stars, the splintering floors, the roll to your death if you aren’t careful? I can feel the romance~” You say, feigning the average lovesick teenager.
He chuckles, “Ah, yes, how could I ever be so blind?”
The two of you settle back into the silence, taking to staring ahead of you at the snow-covered forest beyond the Hogwarts grounds. Trees decorated in white and clouds covering the blue sky, in a way making everything look brighter.
“Did you receive any gifts from family this year?” You ask.
Yoongi shrugs, “Just the usual food package from my brother. You?”
“My mother sent me a sweater. It’s too itchy though.” You grimace at the memory of the fabric touching your skin the first time, feeling awful for both not liking it and hating the way it felt on you.
“Shame.”
Another silence passes, and it brings you back to a simpler time when you were still a teenager. Days where you and Yoongi would come up to this tower and do work together or sometimes just take naps until it was time for dinner. It was easier back then, not having to worry about anything.
You sigh and lean your head onto Yoongi’s shoulder, “Thanks for letting me come up here, Yoongs.”
“Hey, this has been our spot since we were in school. Nobody will take what’s ours.” He assures you, resting his head on top of your own.
“At least not now. As soon as we go down for dinner, the students will be begging for our time.” You laugh, hiding the pain in the truth.
“Well, let’s just forget about them for a moment and focus on how nice it is up here without anyone else.” His arms wrap around you, pulling you as close as he possibly can. He takes a deep breath before he releasing it with a sigh, “We’ll stay here forever and a day if needed.”
“Promise?” You ask, snuggling into his embrace.
He rests his lips against the side of your head and mumbles, “Promise.”
Doing nothing but this for the rest of your life? Sounds like heaven.
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Hey ! I love your writing, could I request head cannons for sleeping in a bed together (non sexually) for the first time with Edgar, Oliver, and Lancelot ?
Hewo (。◕‿◕。) Thank youu! I’m glad you’re enjoying my writings ❤
I hope you like this!
Edgar, Oliver and Lancelot’s first time sleeping (non-sexually) in a bed with MC HCs:
Edgar:
After confessing your feelings to each other and joining hands together to free Edgar from the clutches of his nefarious uncle, you have both agreed to take your relationship slow and steady, and thus, few days after you decided not to return to the Land of Reason, you finally moved all of your belongings to Edgar’s room.
That very same night, after you have finished organizing all of your clothes into Edgar’s closet, you nervously watched as your lover gently placed a second pillow on top of the bed, before turning around and beckoning you closer.
You slightly hesitated, the unfamiliarity of the situation crippling your feet, but Edgar’s tender smile and his open, patient arms eventually won you over and you found yourself in his warm embrace not minutes after.
You laid together on bed, and Edgar tucked both of your bodies under the soft sheets before entangling your legs. Your throat felt slightly dry at the intimate position and you desperately wished to move your hair out of your neck, but you didn’t dare to breathe let alone move, in fear it would bother Edgar. You were definitely panicking as to how exactly you were supposed to sleep when you could closely feel Edgar’s warm skin, and smell his delicious aroma of sandalwood and jasmine.
Edgar was still holding you close, your head lying on his broad chest, and you could faintly hear his loud heartbeat ringing in your ears. Realizing how nervous Edgar must be as well, you lightheartedly laughed, and all of the tension left your body. You snuggled closer to your lover, feeling him sigh in satisfaction as he tightened his hold on you.
Edgar’s eyelids were soon heavy and his mind was struggling with how fast he was lulled to sleep, just be having you between his arms. Your gentle scent, soft skin and quiet breathing seemed more like a comforting melody in Edgar’s ears.
It’s been years since the last time Edgar felt so relaxed, so safe and so at peace with himself enough to fall asleep within minutes of settling into bed. For the longest time, Edgar was unable to properly rest without sleeping pills. And even if he managed to fall asleep on his own somehow, he was only able to do so for more than two or three hours, before being summoned by his uncle for a mission in the middle of the night. Edgar’s sleep was always, always, haunted by terrible nightmares where bloody hands reaches out to suffocate him and ugly voices resounds in his head, reminding him of the monster he was.
Edgar’s past couldn’t be easily wiped away nor simply forgiven, but between your arms, he could feel his inner demons fading into nothingness, your warmth and light chasing away his darkness.
When you woke up in the morning, you found Edgar still tightly clutching your robe, his head buried in your chest, softly smiling with dried tears tracks in the corner of his eyes.
Oliver:
(A/N: The depicted Oliver in these HCs is in his Adult! form.)
The first time you were offered the chance to share a bed with Oliver was mainly due to various unforeseeable circumstances, and certainly not out of your lover’s generosity.
On one cold autumn day, you were spending the afternoon with Blanc after receiving one of his regular invitations, drinking tea and snaking on delicious sweets. Just as you were about to take your leave, the sky roared and growled, suddenly darkening as a heavy curtain of rain fell upon the earth. You bid your time with more conversation with Blanc, but even a few hours later, the rain still hasn’t let up and the roads were too muddy and slippery for you to be able to head back home by yourself.
Due to these unexpected happenings, Blanc invited you to stay overnight in their house, since Oliver’s room was naturally open for you as his lover.
The word ‘nervous’ didn’t even begin to describe your tense feelings as you finished laying an extra blanket on the bed. Ever since Blanc declared you were going to spend the night with him in his room, Oliver scowled and frowned in annoyance, strange emotions that you were not able to decipher swirling in his eyes, before he chased Blanc away, closing the door at his face.
He silently handed you a second pillow, barely meeting your eyes. He watched you quietly get ready to bed, eyes dark and focused, before abruptly standing up and leaving the room, claiming he still had work to be done and ordering you to go to bed before him.
Not wishing to anger Oliver any further, you slipped under the covers, placed your head on the soft pillow, breathing in your lover’s scent.
Few hours passed before you heard a faint creaking sound. Light footsteps crossed the room before the bed slightly dipped and Oliver joined you under the blankets. You were still wide awake by then, incapable of falling asleep in a foreign room, especially without your lover by your side. The rain was still falling outside the window with no sign of stopping soon. Loud claps of thunder were heard every now and then, causing you to tremble under the covers, and bury yourself underneath them to block the raging storm.
You made sure to only take up a small space of the bed, knowing that Oliver never appreciated people invading his personal space way too much. You were still squeezing your eyes shut, waiting for your nerves to calm down enough to sleep, now that Oliver was finally back, when the bed creaked once again, and strong arms encircled your waist from behind.
“You’re going to fall off the bed, you dumb head,” Oliver’s grumpy voice resounded right beside your ear, making you shiver in his embrace. Oliver gently pulled you back from the corner of the bed you were huddled in to rest against his chest instead. He pushed your pillow away, placing his arm under your head instead, a protective hand settling on your hip in a possessive gesture. Oliver leaned his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into it, making you feel like melting from the rare adorable action.
His musky scent assaulted your nose and you felt your tense muscles relax, the raging storm outside suddenly fading into nothingness.
Just before you slipped away into a comfortable sleep, you heard Oliver grumble once again:
“This idiot is too dense. I hope I can hold myself back for the night..”
Lancelot:
It was a serene summer night, few weeks after you have confessed your feelings to Lancelot, that you dried off your hair, pulled it up into a messy bun and slipped under the crimson covers of the King of Hearts’ bed for the first time since you started dating.
Your lover, still in his uniform, was sitting few meters away from you, finishing up several papers that urgently needed his attention. You stared at Lancelot’s handsome profile under the low light, your heart thundering in your chest, ready to jump out and flee. The bed felt big, too big for your frame. The covers were thick and soft and they held Lancelot’s deep scent engraved within their very fibers, making you swallow with difficulty.
Your relationship was slowly but steadily progressing with the King of Hearts. You were getting to know more and more about him every day, about his clumsy kindness and his awkward affection, gentle smiles and intimate touches. You were nervous, no doubt, since it was the first time you were going to sleep at such close approximately with the person you loved most in the world, but more than anything, you felt extremity delighted at the mere thought.
You wanted to curl up by Lancelot’s side, cling to him, softly kiss him goodnight and gaze into his cerulean eyes until you drift off to sleep. You were already feeling comfortable and secure in his presence, and sharing the bed with him only made you feel more relaxed, although a tad bit too happy to fall asleep very fast.
It took some time for Lancelot to join you underneath the covers, but when he did, he gave you a half-sleepy smile and wordlessly pulled you close to him.
With his uniform off, his golden locks untidy, and his jaw free from all tension, you could finally embrace the true Lancelot, not the soldier, not the king, but simply the man you love. Nighttime allows Lancelot to throw away all of his worries, even for a just a short while, and focus on tenderly pecking your lips and caressing your thighs. The frown he so often wears during the day is smoothed out, replaced by a rare serene look as he gently gazes at you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
But even your presence cannot chase away all of Lancelot’s demons. Be ready to be awaken by his quiet moans of pain in the middle of the night as another nightmare torments him.
Lancelot’s nightmares never last that long and he would quickly rise into awareness, sweat covering his forehead and making his hair stick to the feverish skin there, his breath coming out in irregular puffs as he struggles to catch his breath.
Not knowing what to do, you instinctively reached out and pulled him back into the bed, tucking his head into your chest. You started to softly talk to him, your voice barely a whisper to try and distract him from whatever hideous thoughts he was dreaming about. You tenderly patted his silky hair, peppering his face with gentle kisses until his features relaxed and a hint of a smile rose to his lips.
Starting from that night, Lancelot’s bed acquired another pillow, as you vowed to hold him after each and every nightmare until the day where your beloved is able to sleep soundlessly comes.
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46. Midnighter/Jason please.
Thanks for the prompt, anon! (And sorry for taking so long to smash this one out). Hope you enjoy a little bit of domestic Midnighter/Jason ♥️
46: “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
It’s a relatively uneventful patrol, just as M had predicted (supercomputer precognition be damned), and Jason calls it quits sometime around 2am, shouldering into their apartment as he divests himself of his outer layers. The lights are on in the kitchen - M always makes sure he has somewhere bright to come home to - and there’s a half-made cup of tea waiting for him on the counter when Jason pads into the room.
He can hear the faint sounds of M moving in the other room, apparently awake despite the early hour. So Jason clicks on the electric kettle and checks himself down for any of the more persistent scrapes and bruises. There’s a gash on his elbow from where he’d clipped a broken pipe in an alley in the Narrows, weeping languorously down the length of his forearm, but he’s otherwise unscathed.
Jason hums a low note, rolling back his sleeve and twisting for the box of tissues next to the kettle, which have miraculously vanished. He frowns, casting his gaze over to the other counter, and then checks out to the living-dining room, just in case M’s moved it while he’s been out.
It doesn’t materialise beneath the sweep of his eyes, so Jason turns back to run his arm under the faucet and dab the rest dry with the tea towel on the draining board. Then he folds it, sets it aside, and wanders over to the single bedroom, where he can see the glow of a lamp filtering out into the hallway.
Jason tucks his head around the door frame and calls, “Hey, have you seen the…? Oh.”
The glare that greets him from the mountain of blankets and pillows could have skinned a man alive. It’s all Jason can do not to burst into laughter as he eases out from around the frame and steps into the room.
“What on earth,” he snickers.
M gives him a petulant grunt from within the monstrosity of a pillow fort, wriggling deeper into the plush cosiness of the bed. Jason can see the tips of his socked toes where they peek out from the edge of the comforter, curling off the end of the mattress. He can just make out M’s humongous bulk from within the layers of blankets, sprawled out over the entire width.
“I have a cold,” M bites out, the burning wrath on his expression somewhat marred by the twitch of his bright red, agitated nose. His eyes are puffy around the edges, sinuses swollen and irritated. He looks like a very grumpy bunny.
“You have a man-flu,” Jason teases, crossing to the end of the bed to survey his partner in a better light. There’s a malicious glint to his eyes that tells Jason he’s going to throttle the first person he gets his fists on, and that makes Jason’s lips curl in an unquenchable grin. “I thought the superhuman supercomputer wasn’t susceptible to the common cold?”
M mumbles something through a pout that Jason doesn’t quite manage to catch. Then he fumbles for the nearest tissue box, face twisting into a sneeze as he ricochets up off the pillows and doubles over with a bellow.
Jason bleats a delighted laugh that earns him a dark look as M slumps back and recedes into his nest. “You want some hot cocoa?”
The blankets rustle, some nameless limb moving within them until M thrusts a single finger in his direction.
Jason rolls his eyes good-naturedly, stepping around the bed and lifting the comforter until M can tuck his arm back within its warmth. He smooths the sheets down with one hand, setting the tissue box on the side table until he can occupy the sliver of mattress not piled high with pillows.
“I’m serious,” he says, softer this time, and brushes a crooked knuckle down the vigilante’s tense jaw. “Cocoa will help warm you up, and it’ll taste pretty damn great too. Alfred taught me his secret recipe the week I caught pneumonia. Got to watch him cow the unrufflable Batman too, when he found out B had let me patrol in the scaly panties in sub-thirty temperatures.”
That earns him a twitch of a smile, though Jason’s not sure if it’s for the thought of Bruce getting chewed out, or for the thought of Jason in the Robin outfit. There’s definitely a lewd tilt to it that has Jason smirking.
“There he is,” Jason coos in a low murmur, ducking down to plant a kiss on M’s forehead. M takes it with a barely-there protest, most of his sulk bleeding away at the touch of Jason’s lips. He tries not to feel too smug about that. “How about this: you choose a show on Netflix, and I’ll make you a cup of cocoa while my tea is brewing. Then I’ll climb into this bed with you and we can pretend to watch it, hmm?”
M’s brow pinches in gratitude, a rumbling whine crawling up his throat as he turns to press a kiss to the back of Jason’s fingers when they shift free from his forehead. Jason pulls to his feet with a soft smile.
“You’ll be over this in no time, don’t worry,” he promises wryly, heading for the door. M’s gaze follows behind him - or, more likely, his behind - as Jason pauses in the doorway. “Plus, if you’re bedridden, that means I get to play doting wife. Been looking for an excuse to wear that apron - and only that apron - for weeks.”
M’s eyes sparkle with intrigue from within the pile of blankets, and Jason lets his grin grow before he turns back for the screaming kettle, stripping down to his boxers as he goes. He’s more than a little excited not to be the resident space heater for once; he intends to capitalise on his captive lover while he can.
And Jason’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to a few days snuggled up to M’s side, ankles intertwined beneath the sheets. Just hot tea and warm cocoa - and maybe later, he’ll wrangle together some chicken soup - to see them through.
Yeah, Jason thinks as he scoops up their mugs and heads for his bed-bound patient, just what the doctor ordered.
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Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 25: Roommates
PB&J | @dmsilvisart Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1785 Main Tags and Warnings: roommate au, pining Summary: Have you ever dated someone to make someone else jealous? Dean has a very important question for Cas. Cas is oblivious and apparently Dean is an asshole.
It's All Benny's Fault | @casbeanwrites Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7904 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, guinea pig, fluff, dean in denial Summary: Everything was fine in Dean Winchester's life, until the day his (ridiculously adorable) roommate forced him to adopt a guinea pig, and everything went to Hell.
Me Too | @isolemnlyswear-iamsuperwholocked Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2736 Main Tags and Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Roommates, Based on a Tumblr Post, Inspired By Tumblr, Miscommunication, Misconceptions, Openly Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Mentions of homophobia, Homophobic John Winchester Summary: Dean has to get a new roommate, asap. He can't deal with it anymore- the dude has no idea what personal space even is, for one. He stares at Dean all the freaking time and it's starting to make him uncomfortable. Not to mention the fact he might have a crush on the blue-eyed weirdo. Cas has to get a new roommate, asap. He can't deal with it anymore- the dude has completely no respect for his sexuality. All his friends made jokes when Cas was with them and Dean just laughs, and Dean acts way too weird around him for it to be normal. Not to mention Cas isn't ready to have another crush on someone who could never like him back.
sunday morning coming down | @reallyelegantsharkfish Rating: Mature Word Count: 2395 Main Tags and Warnings: Recreational Drug Use, Marijuana, Demisexual Castiel, Mutual Pining Summary: Smoke can do all kinds of stuff to you, maybe. Maybe make you want to touch, want to kiss. Maybe make you want to cook dinner and lay together reading and laugh together on long drives through the Hill Country, Baby’s wheels tried and true around the curves and bends.
Holiday Traditions | @suckerfordeansfreckles Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1356 Main Tags and Warnings: roommates, best friends to lovers, mentioned homophobia, emotional hurt/comfort Summary: Ever since Dean has known Cas, since they moved in together almost three years ago, Cas has dreaded the Christmas season. Every single time, it had taken him days afterwards to find his smile again. Every single time, he came home and hid in his room for as long as possible. Every single time, Dean’s heart broke a little more for him. But Cas survived the holidays again this year, and he’s done with family for the next few months. And Dean, the awesome (and totally smitten) best friend he is, decided to treat Cas today. Make December 29th 2018 the best one Cas has ever had. Starting with breakfast in bed.
Wake Up, Sweetheart | @breathingdestiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2766 Main Tags and Warnings: au, best friends to lovers Summary: Dean decides to confess his love to Cas. It doesn't go as planned.
La Vie A Plus | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: General Word Count: 6260 Main Tags and Warnings: Asexual Castiel, Artist!Castiel, Punk!Castiel Summary: Dean Winchester is hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with his best friend and roommate, Castiel. Castiel - with his blue hair, and his tattoos, and his artwork, and his perfect everything. Dean never stood a chance, really. It only sucks because, as far as Dean can tell, Castiel is definitely not interested. But love, much like art, has a way of being unpredictable. Even if you think you know where you're going with it.
Truth or Dare | @lemonsorbae Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1190 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, First Kiss, Fluff Summary: What else is there to do when the power has been out all day?
Perfect | @galaxystiel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6712 Main Tags and Warnings: College AU, roommates, fluff, 5+1, Summary: Five times Dean told Cas they’d figure it out, and one time he didn’t need to.
Roommate Wanted | @supernatural9917fic Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23088 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Roommates, Gay Castiel, Dean thinks he's straight, Switching, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge 2018 Summary: Dean Winchester moved to Pontiac, Illinois six months ago when his girlfriend Carmen got a new job. Unfortunately for Dean, Carmen then left him for her boss, so he needs to find a roommate ASAP. Castiel Novak needs to move out of his brother’s house before his niece is born, and when he finds Dean’s ad on Craigslist, it seems like the perfect solution for both of them. So what if Dean is ridiculously gorgeous? Castiel can keep his crush under control. So what if Castiel is gay? Totally straight Dean isn’t at all affected by seeing him hook up with dudes. They’re just a couple of completely platonic roommates. Well… that’s what they think, anyway…
Like Home | @nickelkeep Rating: General Word Count: 4549 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Mutual Pining, Cupcakes, Wedding Planning, First Kiss, Living Together, Castiel and Dean Need to Use Their Words Summary: Castiel's twin sister Hannah is getting married, and as the Man of Honor, he's been along for the Bridal Show and Wedding Planning ride. After talking about the last one with his best friend/roommate Dean, Dean suddenly wants to tag along (mostly for the free food). Can Cas handle pretending to be engaged to his best friend?
First and Only | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 35782 Main Tags and Warnings:Romance, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Non-Chronological, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Cuddling & Snuggling, Virgin Castiel, Voyeur Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Castiel, Switch Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Openly Bisexual Dean, Switch Dean, Homeless Dean, Thief Dean, Moving In Together, First Time, First Kiss, Ice Skating, Alcoholism, Public Displays of Affection, Minor Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester Summary: Single bachelor Dean bets he can have sex more times within a calendar year than his happily-married brother. But when Castiel – Dean’s roommate, best friend, and total virgin – asks Dean to be his First, Dean’s plan to bed numerous strangers goes up in smoke. Over the weeks, then the months, Cas becomes his go-to guy. His “fuck buddy”, if you will. But that doesn’t sound right. It doesn’t feel right. Dean was Cas’ First, but now he wants to be Cas’ Only. Now he’s gotta figure out how the heck to court a guy he’s successfully wooed a hundred times already.
The House That Wanted to Be a Garden | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32982 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Friends to Lovers, Sharing Clothes, Cuddling & Snuggling, First Kiss, First Time, Naked Cuddling, Accidentally Moving In, Home Improvement, Fairies, Magic, Believer Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Gardener Castiel, Skeptic Dean, Musician Dean, Famous Dean, Grumpy Dean, Bisexual Dean, Dean vs Gardening, Summer, Autumn, Hygge Summary: AU where Dean accidentally moves in with his neighbour, Cas, who is surprisingly okay with it. Or: Every time Dean fixes anything in this cursed house, a random plant pops up and breaks it again. The woo-woo weirdo named Cas on the other side of the river keeps insisting that Dean must've offended the forest fairies. He offers his own home's amenities for as long as Dean needs them. But with each passing night, and every bent pipe, fritzing electrical system, or shattered window, Dean finds himself returning to his own place only to sleep. And then... one night... he doesn't even do that.
Room for Two (The Mattress AU) | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 14548 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - College/University, Roommates, Romance, Fluff, Crack, Sharing a Bed, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Literal Sleeping Together, Wet Dream, Sleepy/Unconscious Sex, Accidental Sex, First Time, Insomniac Castiel, Dominant Castiel, Autistic Castiel, Switch Castiel, Comfortably Bisexual Dean, Switch Dean, Horny Dean Summary: ✔ College roommates ✔ Buying a mattress together ✔ Faking a relationship to get a discount ✔ Sharing a bed ✔ Roleplaying as a couple to "test the bed" ✔ Fake kissing becomes real kissing ✔ Fake sex is Way Too Real ✔ Cuddling ✔ Wet dreams ✔ "Oh no I thought I was dreaming but it was real life" ✔ Matchmakers Sam & Charlie ✔ Cas seems kinda clueless but actually understands everything ✔ Mutual respect, support, and understanding ✔ Friends to lovers ✔ Mutual pining ✔ Go౦ԁ sHit
Sharing the Rain Dog | @almaasi Rating: Mature Word Count: 19837 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human, Historical (1999), Fluff, Romance, No Angst, Accidental Dating, First Dates, Rain, FBI Agent Castiel, Musician Dean, Singer Dean, Flustered Dean, Shared Custody, Domestic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Moving In Together, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Dean in Panties, Cuddling, Uniform Kink, Clothed Sex, Sexual Roleplay, Non-Penetrative Sex Summary: When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...
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A Puppy in the Family-ch 2
Finally! @theycallmebecca has been so patient. Travelling for work this month is done and I can concentrate. This has taken so long it is consolation for her and @nomadicpixel ‘s Bosox and my Indians being out (:( how many injuries can one team take). Here you go my dear. Fenway and Dodger await the big day! Boy are they in for a surprise.
You can find Chapter 1 here. Rated G--for gooey tooth-rotting fluff. (Don’t say you haven’t been warned) and real warning: Mild description of labour pains. Jealousy. Vague comments about new baby poop.
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It’s really puzzling how they don’t know.
The sloppy ‘brella weather has turned to sunshiny and mostly fair and we’re out for a long, slow waddle as the warm sun rays kiss my fur.
Dodger is trotting on ahead at the end of his bungee leash. I am circling Chris and Y/N stealthily as they walk hand in hand, trying my very best to trap them with my lead because if I do they'll have to kiss. It’s the law.
They kiss twice before we make it back to Lorel home and as I bound indoors I take a good long sniff.
Still happy. Still expecting. Really expecting in fact. Y/N is pink-cheeked and pretty and even, I think, a little rounder in the tummy. She is working from the household today. Usually my mission is to allow as little wurk as possible, but not these days. Chris is home and she wants to be ‘fficient’, keep wurk quick while he reads a top secret Superhero script (for a superhero he sure gets banged up a lot).
I am good. I give her time, and though she says she’ll “stop soon” her wurk must be fun. She talks excitedly on the phone a lot, tapping on the ‘puter. Dodger, who says it’s boring, sneaks up on the big white couch to keep Chris’s bare feet warm. I do have a strategy. I flop over to show my better side and think < I love you> really hard.
But still she doesn’t get it.
For some weird reason when her smell gets strong it makes her sleepy. Dodger and Chris catch her snoozling after wurk and Chris stands there, hands on hips, brows crashed together. “Babe, you ok?”
Y/N yawns and sleepily pats my head. “Yeah. It’s just a little bit too much right now, you know?”
Chris isn’t sure he knows. He worries. A lot. It’s the job of the alpha dad. “Maybe,” he frowns, sitting down on a sliver of couch to put a hand on her head. “You sure you aren’t getting sick?”
Sick??? Good grief. <Expecting!!!!!!> I yip, a bit louder than maybe I should but its making me crazy because they don’t know!
This goes on for weeks. Y/N snoozles at funny times and Chris frowns and frets and sometimes he completely forgets to throw Dodger’s frisbee. I don’t know how much Dodger or I can take but finally, finally, Y/N goes into the bedroom bathroom and comes out through the screen.
She’s waving a little white wand (it’s far too small for cooling much) and trying hard to speak through tumbling tears and then Chris is crying too.
“For real?” he asks. He’s brushing the tears off her cheeks and I can smell him panicking and happy and well, everything.
“A baby?”
Y/N just nods cuz her words are watered out. Chris is crying and laughing and hugging her so hard. “A baby! Oh my god this is best birthday present ever!”
It is his birthday-- I know cuz there is cake where I shouldn’t touch. Both Y/N and Chris are talking quick and excited and he spins her faster than even a duper hug before setting her down so gentle and apologizing.
She says it is ok. Dodger and I wag our tails but we are most definitely ignored.
<That’s how it is going to be.>
<You sure, Dodger?>
<Yup. Bitch gets all the attention and extra food.>
He’s right. In the weeks to come it seems they talk super fast all the time. It’s a little exhausting. And mysterious.
I’m not sure why this is, but now there’s a picture of a tadpole on the fridge.
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Then, we wait.
Growing human puppies takes a really, really long time.
Chris is happy and stressed and angsty a bit like me. Y/N is happy and sleepy and a little loopy. The best thing I can do is watch. I set the perimeter threat to grey and investigate every little thing that moves. Or doesn’t. The grape under the fridge stays there for weeks getting drier and smaller each time I check. It hasn’t moved so I think that it’s ok, but the big yellow floppy moth that infiltrates the household is another thing. It doesn’t seem to want any trouble and I think it may be lonely, so I follow it around, slowly and carefully, waiting to make friends.
Much of the next hot months are spent outside by the pool. I decide that petting lazily with a foot only counts as half so I try to climb onto Chris’s lap (not Y/N’s. I don’t want to squash the puppy).
“Fenway! You great big oaf. You don’t fit!” Chris laughs but I do! It’s magic. Dodger corners a red squirrel in the tree and it chitters down at him from halfway up. I race over to help but I am too big to leap so high. I wave my frondy tail while Dodger almost gets it.
These are mostly good times. The great thing about puppy waiting is that we get waffles more. And ice cream. And cinnamon bunds. The not so great thing is that the hoomans feel angsty and a little confused at times.
Sometimes I will go outside only to realize it is inside that I wanted all along. Y/N’s like that, she doesn’t know what she wants or not. Those nights we are out in the car late at night with Chris. The days she knows—she really knows.
Ice cream is good but not coffee. Or orange juice. And definitely not eggs.
Puppy waiting is Not Quick. 68 days. So many X’s. Y/N gets wider and tireder. She’s sick, and grumpy, and weepy, and there are days we (and Chris) just didn’t know what to do. Dodger and I try to pretend we need to tell a secret and when Y/N leans in close, we lick her ear instead. That makes her smile, but only for a while. Sometimes my snuggles help and sometimes I make her too hot and sometimes I make it worse. I may be bigger (almost full grown!) but my desire to be held is constant.
<I love you>
“Fenway.”
<I love you>
“Fenway!”
<I love you>
“Fenway!!”
When Y’N’s weepy I put my snout upon her lap and wuff out warm happy breath while she strokes my fur. I will look up to be sure it’s working and get confused because it makes her cry more.
<What did I do wrong??!!>
Dodger sighs and thumps his tail on the carpet. <Don’t worry, Fenway. It’s ‘mones.>
Oh. The things that Chris says (when we have snuck away to the park) make her grumpy too.
They are very powerful. When she’s grumpy I bring her my squeaky hotdog, and blanket, and then, cuz I am getting really worried, my comb. She brushes all my fur hard and sleeks the feathers in my tail but it never works for long.
I don’t get it and Chris doesn’t either but he keeps trying
I don’t always work but neither do the duper hugs.
One time she even barked at him.
***
The too too hot summer, becomes just hot fall. I have toasted my coat enough. It’s the time of parties and mmmm pumpkin and TIFF (whatever that is).
At the Hello ‘Ween party Y/N the Witch bumps into Jeremy’s back (he’s just himself cuz time) with her tum. She blushes red like a tomato and Jeremy laughs and says
“You’re just like Fenway. He doesn’t know where his body is either.”
(I yip ‘oopsie’ but secretly I am proud.)
***
After that things change really FAST.
Y/N and Chris go out for ‘classes’ and sometimes when they get home, Y/N goes right to bed (it takes energy to make a puppy) and Chris takes his fancy glass and fancy yellow water and sits down on the ‘ounge chair. He looks kinda scared and kinda worried, sighing a little bit, just looking at the moon
I sit down beside and lean in hard as I can, thinking <everything. is going to be alright. Because guess I love you.>
“Thanks pal.”
The second office gets made over into the puppy’s room. It’s white and bright and has lots of small colours everywhere. I knock over a packing box—<oopsie> that holds a tall thing that looks like a robot.
“Yikes,” says Chris. “Better you do that now than when it’s full.
Full? Of what?!
No one answers. Dodger doesn’t know. He’s trying to help by biting at the packing tape and I take the other end.
Y/N is exasperated. “FENWAY you are NOT HELPING!”
I go lie by the door and supervise, crossing my paws cuz i’ figure feeling fancy will make the moving faster.
The Baby’s room has SO MUCH STUFF. There’s a sleeping jail and a travel sleeping jail; bouncing things that make noise, rattles that make noise (but nothing squeaky like my hot dog), cupboards for tiny clothes, tons and tons of tiny sausage covers. I am not sure why Chris and Y/N want their puppy covered like a sausage but they are there, white and green and I think <oh well, maybe it makes them feel comfy like my crate?>
The little socks won’t fit even on my nose.
I wander later all through the piles of stuff getting a little worried.
<Relax, Fenway> says Dodger, where he lies on his side upon the floor in front of the hallway mystery hole. (It’s our favourite place to flop cuz it blows cool air over us. It won’t be not-hot until Santa time.)
<You aren’t worried, Dodger? Will they remember we exist, even notice us in this?>
< oh yeah.> he says, scritching a sudden scratch. <A puppy can’t howl like I do with Lion. It can’t give licks like you. We’ll be teaching them everything we know.>
<Right.>
Right. I feel better and go back to watching the grape all shrivel up.
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Fri Nov 23.
It’s Y/N’s birthday month and we have good times. Chris takes us for lots of walks. Y/N sits everywhere, puppy is heavy and she has no lap. Lots of friends visit and slip us treats—its hard but somebody has to do it
One morning we wake up and there are few X’s left on the fridge. The circled big red X is days away and oh boy Y/N seems extra, extra fussy cause she washes EVERYTHING
(I hide, out of the way under the big front bush. My hotdog tastes like soap.)
Dodger is not too concerned. We trot in from the yard to find Chris pacing, hair sticking straight up and looking really stressed.
“Mom, oh god, do you think this could be it?!”
Whatever Lisa says, it helps. He waits, carefully, while Y/N cleans around and I go sit beside The Bag that’s been waiting excitedly by the front door.
<I’m ready too!> I think to them both but nothing happens.
Two more days. Ugh, two more of soap, and then, Y/N just doesn’t get up??
??!!
I follow Dodger out. Chris is in the backyard and we are pacing with him, round and round, but he’s nearly shaking, talking to everyone on the telephone and not seeming very happy.
Y/N isn’t either. We check. She’s whining sometimes, sitting in the big bed and kinda looking hot but she doesn’t want us near so we go back to the living room.
<We need a distraction.> says Dodger watching Chris pace. He hasn’t stopped and the phone may be growing into his beard.
<I could spin in circles. Or blow bubbles in my water dish again?> I offer.
<Naw.. too short.>
<Frisbee?>
<Naw, too tricky.>
Dodger settles for bringing him the slobbery Bosox ball.
“Sorry pal, not now.”
Hoo boy, this is serious.
By the time I get back from burying the ball below the hedge, Y/N is up and they are walking around the back yard-- Y/N in front, Chris behind. We waddle along. I am patrolling in front for intruders and spiders cuz Chris hates them and Dodger has the rear.
We do five circuits and then we are walking shower on the path (even it is really clean) and suddenly Y/N is gasping, bending right over to her knees. (This is really hard with a big puppy up in front). Chris murmurs soothing noises and presses his big warm hands on the center of her lower back. I have no idea why, but it must help because Y’N’s whining is a little less at first, but then it changes. She’s whining and growling and keening.
Whelping sounds like it hurts.
The crisis ends. Y/N flops down on the ‘ounge chair panting hard and I lay my muzzle along her thigh, whining helpfully in sympathy, licking at her hand. I hate to see her in pain. So does Dodger.
“You’re both good boys,” she says through a small half smile.
This happens—walk-gasp-keen-flop—lots of times. We’re getting tired. Chris is getting tired. Y/N is more tired than I’ve ever seen.
Finally the two-bell sounds
Scott and his new boyfriend come right in and the friend (Dirk? why is he named for a knife?) bounces up to us and says hi while Chris carries Y/N through the hall. Scott takes The Bag and puts it in the trunk. Y/N sits up front with the seat pushed way far back, eyes closed and concentrating. She whines and Chris, who is standing in the driveway, whines too, before trying to sit down.
Scott blocks the driver seat, hand out, shaking his head.
“Nope. Give me your keys, man. You are waay too freaked out to drive.”
<You are> adds Dodger, wisely from the front step
Scott glares at Chris until he shakes himself, opens the back door and folds into the tiny backseat.
Y/N would laugh but she’s too busy gasping
**
Finally the biggest, most leaping, exciting day arrives.
The puppy is coming home.
My feets are a tippy tappin’. I am bouncing and so is Dodger. We know not to trip Chris up but still our hearts are way too full.
“Dodger, Fenway, down!”
We both sit at once. Y/N steps in and she looks very, very tired but so, so happy to be home. Chris has a special puppy seat and is holding it like a glass. There’s a pink blankie, and a cover and we can’t really see.
He sets the seat on the floor and crouches down, one hand in our furs to keep us back.
“Hey guys, say hi to Lily.”
What kind of name is that?
<A flower name> whispers Dodger, <because the puppy is a bitch.>
Ohhhh. It’s hard to see much of anything but pink hat and nose and wrap. I tip toe everywhere, hushed and quiet like a Good Boy, but inside I am all excited. Chris says MomLisa is coming soon, but for now it is our time.
“Hey baby” says Y/N. At the couch Chris lays her ever so gentle on Y/N’s lap lengthwise. I sniff and wiggle in excitement. She smells new and happy and good and…
then the wrappings come off.
Wut?
She’s bald.
And tiny.
And looks nothing the little person next door at Gina’s.
<Is there something wrong?> I ask Dodger anxiously. I would HATE for there to be a problem.
He thinks carefully and cocks his head. <Human puppies look a bit like Hairless Cats.>
They do? Weird. < How do you know?>
<I looked in The Book.>
Oh. Ohhh. The Book. It is part of Y/N these days.
<For long?>
<A while.>
I am thinking maybe even Dodger doesn’t really know but it’s ok because when she gets bigger she will be our fren, and throw sticks and balls and…
It’s hard to imagine because in the weeks to come she smells milky and poopy and sometimes both.
Chris is being super careful. His hands are big. He trips over Dodger twice; loses where his feet are and we see that he is tired.
Midnight and early morning snacks for all don’t give the hoomans enough rest.
Chris gets so tired one morning he puts kibble into my water. (Actually it wasn’t so bad…so I didn’t say anything.).
Y/N never seems to put Lily down and it makes me angsty.. a bit like she doesn’t want me anymore. Dodger gets to be closer—he’s better at holding himself safe. I watch from a body length away, trying to be soo good, her big brother, littermate, but it feels a little sad.
(I did, when Y/N wasn’t looking, lick one of her little feets.)
Dodger tells me not to worry. They are so happy. There’s soft music and tons of visits and tons of presents and Dodger and I get a picture proudly sitting by her jail-bed.
Sometimes she cries and sometimes she toots and sometimes we go hours without a pat.
I am sad. And worrying. What if she doesn’t like me? What if I can’t hold still? What if she never gets big enough to play?��
One day when Lily lies (just like a sausage) on a blankie (and I am near, within what Chris calls the ‘blast radius’??) I can’t take it anymore.
I Woof. Not loud, but real, because I’ve been sooo good and quiet for so long.
No one scolds.
Lily is wriggling like a wriggly worm and giggling and she smells new and fresh and I want to get a better look. I shuffle forward on my tummy, stop near her blankie’s edge where if I stretch my neck I might be close enough to lick.
I woof again. She turns her (bald!) head and looks at me. Blue eyes a little blurry, frowning as she focuses. Y/N and Chris giggle when a little (strong!) hand bops me on my nose, and I blink in surprise.
Pink wriggle-worm fingers have grabbed a hank of fur.
She holds me. Hard. Smiling and cooing. And then I know it.
I am gonna be her fren. Her fren and best protector and biggest brother. And now I am grown and better at remembering I am just right. I will give rides and warm cuddles and snuggles and…
be her everything.
I think that I’m love.
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