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Forgotten

Summary: Attempting to head into work early, Viktor finds that he had forgotten a vital part of his morning routine. I needed to write something sweet, as I keep hating every scene I write for another piece, I feel like I am going mad with how much I just hate it.

In the early morning, not even the sun having started to illuminate the room you were in. Shuffling was heard around you, the unmistakable off beat steps making it clear just who was moving around in the dark.

Cracking one eye open, you would just barely make out the outline of the man's figure in the room. You could tell that he was already dressed for the day, packing up the last few things that he needed before he would be heading back to the lab.

You normally would have been upset by him slipping from your bed without any notice, but after multiple conversations the man had been making so many positive changes to take care of his own health that if he was heading in early it was probably for something big. This wasn't a thing he did often anymore and with him now coming home for dinner and getting to sleep at a semi-decent time, you couldn't find it in you to berate him over this.

"Shit shit-" Viktor's hasty whisper was heard before his cane made a loud crack against the floor. You could see how he cringed, turning to face you to find you looking right back at him.

"...I'm so sorry Solnyshko, I didn't mean to wake you..." Scooping his cane back up, he made his way over to sit on the edge of the bed, placing a warm kiss to your forehead.

"Go back to sleep, I will you after work like always. I will even bring you a little treat from that bakery you like, as a treat?" He asked softly, placing another kiss to your forehead as he stood back up.

As he headed to the door, you couldn't help notice that he was forgetting something, a thing you had been pushing for him to do for weeks now.

"Aren't you forgetting something, love?"

At your words, Viktor froze, slowly turning to face you with both guilt and...confusion?

"Of course, how could I have forgotten?" He said, though his normal tone was replaced with one of apprehension.

Returning back to your side, as he returned to sitting beside you his hand came to cradle to side of your neck.

The kiss he gave you was sweet and soft, nothing short of perfectly loving. So much so that as he stood back up and headed for the door, you hadn't spoken instantly but only when he nearly was through the doorway into the next room.

"No no, not that! Your water bottle, you promised to take it with you so that you could remember to hydrate"

The water bottle was in fact on the bedside table and not in his bag like it should be. At this, a soft scoff was heard from the man as he made his way over to retrieve the said item.

"Right, of course. Thank you my dear"

Getting snuggled back up in your blankets, you watched as he got everything arranged perfectly in his bag. The soft 'I love you' that you sent after him being barely a whisper.

But as you slowly felt yourself slipping back into your dreams, you knew that you heard Viktor saying it back, just like he always did.

[spnfanficpond]

Hi! I long while ago I was added to the Guppie list but as I go to check it now my name is not there. I never did anything after being added so perhaps I was removed due to inactivity, not sure. But I'd love to submit a fic and assume I need to be on this list? Could I please be added as a guppie? I'd love to send you guys the masterlist to my new series, as I'm keen for a bit of a signal boost if you can help? Thanks heaps :)

Welp, don’t know how we lost you last time, but now you’re back in the fold! Welcome back!

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Sending you some love! Because as someone who has been through mental health issues in my life and finally come out the other end I know just how much that comment must have hurt. And by using your depression as a tool to help save the lives of others you're a complete saint in my eyes. I believe you would make a fantastic nurse, don't let these fucking nonnies get you down xox

Thank you so much love. I am so glad that you made it through and are out the other end. That must have taken so much strength and determination. I am so proud of you, and you should be proud of yourself too. 

These Anon’s will always be out there. The world is a shitty place. We just have to band together and help each other out and then maybe they’ll get the message that they shouldn’t treat us like shit

Lots of love to you! xoxo

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I’m so fucking mad with this bullshit on tumblr. So mad at absolute assholes that literally have no damn respect for the effort, for the time and creativity and love that goes into fiction/art of any kind. 

I have a single question for all you anons that decide that casual hatred in incredible people’s inboxes is whatever. What would your reactions be if that was directed towards your friends, your families, the people close to you. What would you think if someone sent your disgusting asks to the people closest to you about creative projects that they’d dedicated so so much effort to. Would you think it’s okay? Would you overlook it?

Whoever is spending all of their free time ruining people’s days and bashing their work and consistently shits on their mental health without even the damn guts to go off anon,  I’m sick of your bullshit. I hope one day you get the therapy you clearly so desperately need, in order to work on the issues that have made you so hateful and unkind. For now, I hope you have a shitty fucking day.

And to all the creators on this website receiving this kind of hate, please, I beg of you please, do not let it hinder your creativity, do not let it stop you from crafting, from carving your little home in the vastness of the internet and share your passion with the world. They’re not worth it. They hold not a shred of dignity, of passion, of time to spend on things that are worth it in this life, and you’re so much better than all of them combined. Please don’t stop. Please carry on. For every  asshole on the internet there are so many incredible people that will be here to read your work and fiercely support you, and more than that, art should be practiced for the sake of art. And if assholes are assholes then they are clearly not deserving of yours.

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@spn-ficfanatic replied to your post: Someone to Watch Over Me: Part 7

I’m pretty picky with AU! Fics but this one caught my interest for some reason. I think because it is so well written, it’s actually quite easy to just get lost in the story as it is and forget about the world of Supernatural. Thanks for sharing :-)

This is an amazing compliment. When someone doesn’t read AUs or is “picky” as you say, to say that they enjoyed my little AU makes me beam with pride. Thank you so much!

Someone to Watch Over Me

[hannahindie]

Yellow

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1,311 Warning: None, really. Little angsty, but don’t let that get you down. Author’s Note: So I was supposed to do this for @pinknerdpanda​’s birthday, along with two other ones, and I am horribly late. I just like to say that we’re drawing her birthday out, because she’s a precious angel baby and I like be her a LOT. So this is for her, and I listened to Yellow by Coldplay while I wrote it. You can listen to it HERE.

Beta’d by the ever lovely @amanda-teaches​, who helps me get my words to work. Also, she’s the best.

Anywho, here you go! I hope you enjoy, and if you’d like to be added to my tag list, please let me know. Thanks!

The wind blew her hair around her face as she stared out at the ocean, her toes dug into the cold sand as she let the sound of the tide roll over her. The stars were bright, like someone had punched holes into a pitch black piece of paper and held it up to a stark, white light. She couldn’t remember ever seeing such a clear sight, and she crossed her arms tighter against the wind as she stared at the broken reflection of the moon. 

 She considered leaving, the time to meet had long come and gone, but she felt rooted in place. The cold water swept in, chilling her to the bone, before sweeping back and depositing another layer of sand over her bare feet. She could hear the voice in her head, telling her to get out of the water, it was too cold, but there was something soothing about sinking into the sand. 

Perhaps she had been silly to think he would come. It had been over a year since she had seen him, or even spoken to him, and to expect him to meet her here had been foolish. The tightness in her chest grew, and she looked back up at the stars and wondered if he was looking at them wherever he might be. She hoped that his circumstances had changed and that he could see them; he had always loved the stars. Their lives were so different...but at least that could be the same. The thought brought some solace, and she took a deep breath of the salty air as she closed her eyes, relishing the crisp air for a moment longer.

“Beautiful, huh?” The sudden voice startled her, and she turned to face the owner.

“Sam?” 

“Hey.” He stared at her, his shaggy hair blowing across his face. 

Her heart was in her throat as she took him in, the way he stood, how his flannel clung to him. Things she thought she had remembered but was suddenly reminded that she had vastly underestimated. 

“You came.” The words were strained as she tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. 

“Sorry I’m late. I...I wasn’t sure if you still wanted me to come.”

“I wasn’t sure you even could.” 

He tilted his head, his brows furrowed, “Dean didn’t tell you?” 

She shook her head, confusion etched on her face, “No...tell me what?” 

He took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them, “It’s a long story. And you deserve to know, you deserve to know all of it, but right now I’m just glad you’re here.” He glanced down and noticed her bare feet still buried in the sand, “It’s too cold for that, you should be wearing shoes.” 

She laughed, and the tears she had been holding back finally fell. She quickly wiped them away. “Yea,” she sniffled, “probably not the best idea I’ve ever had.” 

He shrugged, “I can think of worse.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up, “Look at the stars...it’s like they shine for you. I’ve never seen them so bright.” 

“Yea, me neither.” She watched him for a moment, the sea breeze ruffling his already messy hair, and wanted to reach out and brush it from his face. “I thought you were gone for good.”

“I thought I was, too. So did Dean. I honestly didn’t expect to get out of the cage, and when I did...I wasn’t me. It’s been a hell of a year-“ 

“A year?” She took a step back, shaking her head, “You’ve been back for over a year, and you didn’t tell me? You didn’t...you didn’t think I deserved at least a text?” 

“I wasn’t me when I came back, Y/N. I wasn’t...safe to be around. I thought I was doing you and Dean both a favor, but I get that that wasn’t the right choice. I’ll explain everything, but I need you to understand why I waited. I was broken, and you deserved more than just a text.” 

“Not safe? I was always safest with you, that’s not an excuse-“ 

“I didn’t have a soul, Y/N.” 

She fell silent, watching as the gentle giant in front of her seemed to shrink as he waited for her reaction. She knew he’d faced rejection before, of how often he doubted his own goodness, and realized how hard it was for him to admit that to her. 

“Your soul...how?” 

“I’m, uh...still trying to figure that out. Dean, he got it back, made a deal with Death. It’s a lot to explain.” 

“I can see that…” 

“But, I wasn’t good to be around. Me without a soul...I didn’t care about the consequences of my actions. Everything was a means to an end, and somehow I knew I couldn’t tell you I was back. I didn’t care, about you, about anything. But I knew you’d be in danger if I let myself be near you while I was like that. It’s not an excuse, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

She was speechless. She was angry; at Sam for not telling her, at Dean for not letting her know what was going on, at herself for not staying in touch with Dean. Nothing about the situation made things easy for any of them, and she was angry that there wasn’t a simple scapegoat to blame it all on. 

“You don’t have to apologize. I mean, I’m angry, yea, but the situation...would normal people go through that? How do you even know what’s best in that situation?” She paused, unsure if she should continue. “You know I love you, right? I love you, and I have since before you fought Michael. I should have told you,, but I was afraid.” 

“Afraid of what? Loving a hunter? I can’t say I blame you.” 

“No, that’s not it. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, but sharing you with a world that needs you? It’s terrifying. But, it’s also important, and I was afraid if I told you that you might change your mind. Stupid, I know that now, but at the time…” She shook her head, “Our lives are so different. I’m just some girl you met at the library, interested in the same things for different reasons. The end of the world was at stake. I made a choice, and I’ve regretted it ever since. I love you, Sam, so, so much.” 

She braced herself for the inevitable; meeting here was nice, but how could it ever work? Instead, she was suddenly lifted off her feet, thick arms wrapped around her waist, and his lips were on hers. She gasped as he shifted and his large hands gripped her ass. Despite the chill in the air, Sam was like a heater, and she could feel his warmth through her thick sweater. He pulled away, his teeth biting gently at her lower lip before totally breaking off the kiss. 

“I love you, too,” he rasped quietly, breathing heavily as he stared into her eyes. “I’m sorry for everything, Y/N, more than I can make up for.”

“Just don’t leave me like that again. That’s a good start,” she said, kissing him gently on the nose. “Your nose is cold, let’s get out of here and some place warmer.” 

“Agreed,” he said as he swung her around his waist, hooking his arms under her knees so that she was clinging to his back, “Waffles?” 

She laughed, impressed that he remembered her favorite late night snack, “Waffles.” He nodded, then slowly began the walk from the beach to the car. Y/N tilted her head back and looked at the stars one last time, the crashing of the waves fading as they moved further away.

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[hoboal87]

Hey y'all, you don't know me, but like you, I'm reading @percywinchester27's A lot like 'us'.

This isn't really my place to say, but, some anon has been giving Ana a lot of hate on this story, which pisses me off personally because as you all know it is AMAZING!

Please, let's shower Ana with lots of love and support this week!

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PS: If the anon who's sending hate sees this, BACK THE FUCK OFF! Don't you have something better to do than send hate to someone who's been working their ass off to write this incredibly wonderful, complex series??

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GIVE ME MORE VIKTOR X READER ANGST!!!! 😭 YOU WRITE IT SO WELL!! can I get something where he's being cold and distant to his s/o and not spending time with them at all even tho they are trying to do things with him, and then BOOM one day he notices another person trying to warm up his s/o and get to them ?? Perhaps a happy ending happens after a few misunderstandings and viktor finally being soft and spending time with them PLLEASEE AND THANK YOU

The Green Eyed Demon

Summary: After so long in your relationship trying to bite your tongue, it takes a green eyed demon to finally get the two of you to talk about the things you needed to.

Word Count : 4.5 K

From the start, your relationship with the inventor was anything but normal. Dating wasn’t really something that the two of you did, mostly spending time with each other when it had something to do with your shared interests. 

Seminars on recent scientific discoveries, workshops on how to use new equipment, and the almost daily coffee breaks were the closest things to ‘dates’ you would imagine.

And it had been perfect, well perfectly acceptable. Yes, you were a romantic at heart and you had hoped that maybe Viktor would have spent a little bit of time when it came to holidays. However, after not doing anything with you on the first couple of them that came around during your time together, you were just going to have to swallow the fact that Viktor did not view them the same way you did. 

So you dealt with it, watched as couples would exchange gifts and chocolate, how some would surprise their lovers with flowers or little treats. All the while Viktor never really seemed to want any of those things. Even when you yourself had tried to be the one to give him gifts, you found that it had only been a bother. 

You had spent far longer at the flower shop than you had wanted to, but after allowing the store owner to explain that the flowers had certain meanings you had wanted to create a bouquet that would tell the man of your feelings correctly. 

The flowers were to try and brighten his workspace, knowing that he had been working like crazy to finish before a deadline. Since you knew that your time together wouldn’t be possible, you had hoped that maybe seeing something that both reminded him of you and your belief in him would help. 

So you had gotten hydrangeas for good luck, chamomile for patience in adversity, clematis for mental beauty, goldenrod for encouragement and finally a single red rose for love. 

You knew that he probably wouldn’t know a single thing about flowers, but it was a secret message for you to know about. So as you slipped into the lab, finding him hunched over his desk, you softly placed the vase on a free part in the corner. 

“Why are you putting that nonsense on my workstation?”

Well, that wasn’t what you were expecting to be his greeting. The tiredness was clear from his voice but that didn’t help you keep the hurt from creeping in. He was just blunt when he was tired, he wasn’t really meaning that your actions were nonsense. 

“Ah, well, I wanted to brighten up your lab. I know we can’t spend much time together-” 

“So you interrupt to have this conversation on flowers?” He interrupted, still not having looked up from the paper that he was quickly scribbling on. “I do believe I told you about the deadline and that I wouldn’t have time for your distractions.” 

“...you said we wouldn’t have time for dates…not distractions..” You mumbled softly, Viktor’s eyes snapping up to yours with irritation at the sass that you had responded with. Instantly, you wanted to crawl under the desk and hide, it not being often that you earned his ire. 

“So you’ve come not only to disrupt my work, to waste space on my desk with useless plants, but now you also want to start an argument over the specifics of wording?” There was a heavy sigh, his hand coming up to rub at his temple. “Just get out, before you make things worse, just go” 

And so you had. With your metaphorical tail between your legs, you headed for the door. Glancing back, you wondered if Viktor could glance your way, but your heart broke instead. He was up, carrying the flowers to the trash bin only a few feet away from him before returning to his desk. His eyes not even flicking your way for a moment as you stood in the doorway watching. 

So from then on, you hadn’t wasted your time on trying to be romantic. And as much as it killed you every time to see couples across campus doing the things that you wished you could do yourself, you continued to tell yourself that you were happy. 

Once the deadline for the project had passed, Viktor had been so sweet and kind. He had apologized for his harshness and had made an effort to make it up to you for the weeks after. However, he also quickly would fall back into his old patterns. 

Every time there was a project deadline, founders day, an important presentation, everytime he would become distant and harsh. At first it was only a few times a year, around the time that everyone was a little hostile as they dealt with finals. However, as soon as he got into working with Hextech and Jayce, he almost always had a project that he was working on. 

Instead of having weeks of the Viktor you had fallen in love with, you would get days…if that. 

Slowly, it had started to feel like you were dating in name alone. It just felt weird to say that you were Viktor’s partner at the galas he would bring you too, having not even remembered the last time the two of you had spent time alone together. 

Everyone had found it adorable that the two of you had come to the party with your colors matching, you being the only one to know that it was because Viktor had sent you to the store with his money and instructions to have the two of you match. It wasn’t romantic like they seemed to believe, and even though you had wished to have these moments…it didn’t feel the same knowing that he was simply doing it so Jayce would get off his back. 

As the gala went on, you found yourself silently watching the dancers as you stood alone. Just like every gala before. 

It was always the same, the four of you would arrive. Jayce with Mel, and you with Viktor. The two men would go off and talk to investors and patrons, before Jayce would go enjoy the party with Mel and Viktor snuck off to head back to the lab. 

As you sipped from your champagne, you watched as Jayce and Mel danced, smiling at each other with clear affection that you couldn’t remember the last time feeling. Quickly downing the glass, you had been about to just call it a night and head home alone as you always did. However, as you went to turn, you found yourself nearly running into someone who had been moments away from speaking to you. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry” 

The man hastily maneuvered the two drinks he had been holding out of the way, making sure that the little drops of liquid that escaped wouldn’t end up on your dress. And as he looked over you to make sure that he hadn’t spilled any, you couldn’t help but look him over as well. 

Soft brunette hair, freckles painted across his cheeks, and bright green eyes. There were aspects of him that reminded you of the man who had abandoned you that evening, but of the version that you had met at the beginning of your relationship. The nervous energy he had as he held out the drink to you, not seeming to really know what to say at first. It was so similar to how Viktor used to approach you all those years ago. 

“I..I uh, I saw that you were almost done with your glass.” He mumbled, gesturing towards the empty one you were holding. It was then that he seemed to remember that he had never introduced himself, giving a hasty bow before clearing his throat. 

“Apologies, I am Philip Ferros, it is a pleasure to finally speak with you” As he bowed, you couldn’t help feeling a little nervous as well from the last name. Anyone in Piltover knew about the higher families, so to have one of them speaking with you was a little nerve wracking. 

“The pleasure is all mine” Introducing yourself, you couldn’t help the heat that rose to your cheeks as he repeated it with a smile. When was the last time that you’d blushed? 

As the two of you stood to the side, you quickly found your nervousness melt away to a friendly conversation. Finding that when you went home that night, that the small bit of kindness that was shared with you was enough to hold back the pain of finding your bed empty once more. 

Every few months when there was another gala, the two of you would meet. The conversations were light, mostly to allow the two of you to be doing something other than just silently standing and watching. But over time even he had noticed how you always came together with Viktor to only end up leaving alone. 

“So, who is the fellow you come here with, the one with the cane?” He had asked suddenly, nearly causing you to choke on the drink that you had been sipping from. 

“W-What? Oh, that would be Viktor. He…well, I am sure you know of Hextech” You asked, seeing him nod. “Well, he is the other half of the partnership and isn't the best with large crowds.” You had started before smiling a little as Philip simply allowed you the space to speak what you wished. 

“But you wouldn’t believe how smart he is. I’ve never seen anyone able to work as hard as he does, to be so dedicated to his work, to helping people. I’ve known him for years and even back then it was clear he would do big things.” 

There was a soft hum from the man beside you, seeing how you lit up the moment the conversation was about the man. 

“And yet, you always leave alone?” 

Even if his words had been said in a soft way, they didn’t hurt any less, something that he must have realized as he continued. 

“Not that it is any of my business, you don’t need to answer that if you don’t want to. I apologize” 

“No…no” You started, not wanting him to feel bad about speaking a simple fact. “You have nothing to apologize for” 

Silently, the two of you watched the dancing, it not being till three songs later that you finally spoke. 

“Viktor has always been rather single minded. When he is dedicated to something, that thing is the only thing on his mind till he completes it.” You knew that Philip was looking at you now, but you couldn’t get yourself to meet his gaze, knowing that if you did you might just start to cry. 

“In the beginning of our relationship, there were days I felt what it was like to be the thing in his mind. He would make little gadgets to brighten my day or bring me lunch from my favorite cafe. Which, since he has the cane, made it all the more special as walking is not really something he likes to do.” 

You chuckled at the memory, thinking back to how he had been so nervous about the food being cold since he had needed to take breaks on his way back. How Viktor had needed to sit down for a while after he had gotten there as his leg was throbbing in pain. It had been one of the sweetest things he had ever done for you. 

“But he doesn’t do those things anymore, does he?” 

Once again, his question cut through your like a knife through butter. This time, the tears you had been keeping inside for months now finally breaking free. Not even explaining yourself or wishing the man a good evening, you were out the door to return home. 

After that, you had made sure to avoid going to the galas. You would feign sick whenever they would come. Viktor had noticed, but hadn’t voiced any concern about it, always just wishing that you felt better before heading out for the evening. 

You didn’t want to hear anymore from Philip about your relationship. You had been trying your hardest to not allow Viktor’s complete disregard for you to heart. However, you knew that if Philip brought it up, it would just shatter what was left of your heart. 

Though as the next founders day was coming up, Viktor had asked specifically if you could do your best to attend. Because of this, you couldn’t bring yourself to fake being sick again, heading to the event with nervousness. 

Everything seemed to be going the same, the inventions being presented, Viktor and Jayce heading off to talk to the people they needed too. However, when you suddenly found a hand slip around your waist, you nearly screamed as you turned to find Viktor. 

“Ah, apologies. I didn’t mean to frighten you” The man softly spoke, giving a lopsided smile before placing a kiss on your temple. 

It was a little jarring to have him there, but in a good way. And as you leaned into his touch, you finally felt at home. This was what you had been missing for so long and as you soaked in his affection, he only pulled you closer. 

“I’ve missed you…so much, Solnyshko.” 

“Oh, so this must be the ever absent Viktor?” 

Philip’s voice sent dread through your spine, normally at this point of the party, the two of you would meet to idly chat, but for once Viktor hadn’t slipped away like he normally did. Like always, two glasses were in Philip’s hands, having been about to hand you one of them before Viktor reached out to snatch it first. 

“And you must not be relevant enough to mention as they have never spoken about you” As he spoke, he placed the glass on one of the trays a server was carrying, effectively getting rid of the offending offering. 

“It’s no doubt you haven’t heard about me.” Philip muttered, taking a sip from his drink as his eyes narrowed. “That would have required talking with them, a thing they’ve said hasn’t really happened all that often.” 

You could feel Viktor’s hand on your waist tense up, his eyes flickering to you as Philip downed the rest of his own glass. 

“But no matter, Philip Ferros, I would say it is a pleasure to meet you but I’ve found it rather rude to lie” You watched as Viktor’s jaw tightened with anger, no doubt debating on just how much he would be willing to ruin Hextech’s future by insulting someone from a prominent family. 

“Philip…that’s enough..” Your words fell on deaf ears, the man only smiling as he gestured towards you. 

“It has been a great honor to have spent the previous events with your partner. When they stopped coming I couldn’t help but grow worried for my friend, which I am sure you are aware of” 

There seemed to be so much information that the two of them were aware of that you hadn’t the clue about. But from what Philip was saying, something clicked in Viktor’s mind.

“So, that was why Jayce had been so insistent..” He mumbled softly to himself, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you closer to himself. 

“I asked my father to put in a request to Mr.Talis for them to be present and it seems like that request was honored. After all, he does donate a great deal to your work.” 

Philip’s words chilled you to the bone, reminding you of just who you had been talking to when you had divulged your worries and concerns. You wished to end this conversation, not liking the tone that the man was directing towards your lover. 

“However, now that you are present as well, I can finally ask if it would be agreeable for your partner and I to have a dance” 

It seemed that was the final bit of pushing that Viktor just wasn’t going to take. To hell with the money that they were receiving, he wouldn’t take a single coin if that meant having to stand aside. 

“It is not agreeable and you will not be dancing with them” He hissed, his hand moving from your waist down to your hand, already moving to lead you away from the man. 

“Then I guess they will never be able to dance at one of these events, seeing as you never will. Chem-stunted gutter rat” 

You had been about to turn and snap at the man, whatever friendship the two of you had shared was ruined by the disrespect being shown. However, instead of responding like you had expected, Viktor only smiled over at you, letting go of your hand to hold out his arm for you to take instead. 

“Would you do the honor of dancing with me?” 

You were a blushing mess as you allowed yourself to be led out onto the dance floor. Even seeing Jayce look over at the two of you with a look of excitement. 

As the music started, you were surprised to find how well Viktor was at the steps, leaving you feeling like you were floating around the room as he carefully led you. It had felt like a dream until you caught sight of Philip, your anger returning. 

“Don’t pay any mind to him.” 

“And why shouldn’t I? After what he said to you�� 

“Because he is inconsequential. Many won’t like me, that doesn’t change anything for me…unless it does for you?” He asked softly, throwing you for a loop as to why he was asking that. 

“Why would that change anything for me?”

“Come now, I know of your….involvement with him. You didn’t really try to hide it, though before you think I am upset, I trusted you to know where the line was between friendship and something inappropriate. I never once was worried about your actions, it was his that were, well, unpredictable.” As the song ended, you had expected him to lead the two of you off the dance floor, only for him to give you a small smile as he led you into the next dance. 

“When he put in the request for you to partake, using his influence in the hopes of you being here, I felt I needed to step in” 

Sighing, you finally answered his question from before, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you danced slowly to the song being played. 

“Then, yes, it did bother me. I thought we could have been friends, I enjoyed having someone to talk with when here…I know you hate these events so I didn’t want to make you feel bad for leaving early” 

There was a soft hum from the man, it only being once the song was about over that he asked the question he had been slowly stewing on. 

“How often do you push down your feelings and desires in the hopes of not bothering me?” 

Pulling away to look up at him. You only saw kindness and love on his face when you had expected to see him upset. And even though you had been about to deny it, as you felt a kiss being placed to your forehead you couldn’t find it in you to lie to him. 

“...everyday…” 

Even though the song was still going, dancers all around you both, Viktor came to a sudden halt as he took in exactly what that meant. 

“E-Everyday?” 

His tone was panicked, even if he also had a look like when he had a breakthrough when dealing with his own inventions. 

“I’m sorry to cut tonight short, darling” He whispered, already starting to lead you out and away from any prying eyes and ears that might want to snoop into the conversation you would about to have. 

It was only once you two had returned home, once the door was locked behind you both that the man broke. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?! For weeks, no, months I have been thinking that you were slowly growing out of love for me! You hardly come to the lab anymore and if you do you never seem to truly be happy to be there!” 

You watched as he was soon pacing back and forth, his voice raising not because he was yelling at you but because of the onslaught of emotions that he was going through. However, it was almost funny to hear how he thought you were falling out of love with him when he had been the one pulling away for so long. 

“And why would I have been happy to be at your lab, hearing how often I was in the way or that the gifts I brought to you were annoyances.” At your words he paused, able to name all the times you had come in excited with something for him only for him to disregard it…or even complain about it. 

“I invited you multiple times on dates and every time you shot them down. So I stopped asking, I tried to do things for the holidays and you always had a reason as to why my idea was silly, a waste of time. So I stopped.” You could feel the tears building, trying as hard as you could to keep them down. 

“I have wanted so much from you, yet every time I hinted at it, you would push me away. So I stopped asking, I stopped hoping…” 

The tears ended up slipping free anyway, unable to see just how distraught Viktor looked as he watched you break in front of him. 

“I know you love me. I do. When you have the time and energy to spend with me, you are nothing but perfect and sweet. You are the most giving in bed and I feel safest when I am in your arms…but those moments are so rare. I knew getting with you that you would be busy, you have always been busy. I just…” You sniffed, hand coming up to try and soak up the tears spilling from your eyes. 

“I just wish I didn’t want so much. If I could just be fine with what you were offering me, we would be perfectly happy…” 

“Stop that, don’t you dare blame yourself for this” Viktor cut in. You felt the gentle touch of warm cloth against your cheeks. Peering through your tears, you saw that Viktor had pulled out the handkerchief from his breast pocket and was trying to help with your tears. 

“Your needs are not something to be apologizing for. Yes, I wish you had told me sooner…but I am at fault for not being able to take care of your emotional needs.” As he helped clean your face, he gave you such a sad smile. This was why you hadn’t wanted to tell him what he was doing wasn’t enough, Viktor always felt like he wasn’t enough and now you were just making his assumption correct. And damn it, did it break your heart. 

“A fine lover I turned out to be, my partner not ever feeling able to tell me that they're unhappy…” 

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you would blame yourself” 

“So instead of us talking about it, figuring out a system that would make us both happy, you decided to be miserable all by yourself?!” 

The tears that had been slowly stopping on hit once more, this time actually having Viktor yelling at you. 

“...I-I’m sorry…I just didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t tell you at first because it was the beginning of our relationship and I didn’t want you to break up with me for being needy…and then as time went on…I couldn’t tell you, since that was how things had always been” 

Gently shushing you, the inventor pulled you in, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He wasn’t going to say a word, not until you were a bit calming so that he wasn’t triggering you again. 

“Alright, so dates? Holidays…and what else was it?” He asked softly, leaning over slightly so that he could look you in the eyes. 

“....I’m not asking you to change, you don’t need t-…” 

“I wasn’t asking if I needed too, I am asking what else you need from me. And you aren’t asking, I’m offering.” 

Slowly, with constant reassurances, Viktor was able to pull out all the things that you had been wanting from him. Some of which, you came to discover he had wanted to do but had been too nervous that you wouldn’t like it. 

Dates between the two of you became a weekly scheduled thing, Jayce still finding it entertaining to hear Viktor saying that he had to leave early for ‘date night’. He made an effort to be as friendly and welcoming when you visited, even when he was exhausted, and above all, he never left any of the events early anymore. 

However, on the morning of your birthday you found that he wasn’t in bed like you had expected. As you glanced around the room, you couldn’t help the disappointment that ate away at you as it was clear that Viktor hadn’t done anything. 

Slowly you got ready, opting to skip breakfast as you just didn’t think you could keep it down with the sick feeling you were experiencing. 

The walk to your job was slow, truly not wanting to go through another birthday where your co-workers would ask what Viktor had done…only for you to have to make up some lie so that they didn’t worry about your relationship. 

As you entered, you found the whole place dark, confused as to why you were there before anyone else. And as you turned on the lights, you were met with the one person you were not expecting to see. 

In the middle of the room, holding a cake that clearly looked like it had been made by the man who was holding it…seeing as his clothes had cake batter and icing in places and…was that icing in his hair? 

“H-Happy Birthday” He stuttered, looking second away from dropping the cake in his hands from sheer nerves as he stood there. “I wasn’t sure if this was…well…good enough. I have gifts, mostly ones that I made…but I didn’t think that would sufficient” 

In a few quick strides you nearly sprinted the space between the two of you, taking the cake and setting it down on the nearest table so that you could kiss the living daylights out of this adorable man. 

As you pulled away, finding him looking completely dazed, a soft chuckle bubbled forth as it had indeed been frosting in his hair. 

“Viktor, this was perfect. You are perfect"

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Hey, I was wondering if you know of any fics with a deaf/ hoh reader? I’ve had hearing aids since I was 6 and could really use some good content that includes people like me! Love you 💕

Hi! I know of several. They’re for various pairings but I hope you find some you like!

The Most Beautiful Sound - @angelkurenai

One Tap - @ravenwrites-fanfiction

Stuttering Hands - @teamfreewill-imagine

Tall, Handsome Stranger - @imagineteamfreewill

Talking Hands - @spn-ficfanatic

Read My Lips - @deanandidrinkcoffee

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This Crazy Life (Part 10)

DESCRIPTION: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)

CHARACTERS: Jared Padalecki, Waiter, Reader

RELATIONSHIP: Eventual Jared Padalecki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1458

WARNINGS: Some more fluff and a slow burn.

A/N: Ayyo, another part. Sorry I’ve been taking a long time between posts. 

TAGLISTMASTERLIST / JARED PADALECKI MASTERLIST / PART 9

 After your shower, you dressed quickly and put on a quick makeup look. You weren’t sure what the boys plans were for the night so you decided being comfortable was more important than anything after travelling all night. You tugged on your Pearl Jam band tee, flannel and jeans before checking over your reflection in the mirror one last time before exiting the bathroom.

The bathroom door swung open as you gathered your dirty clothes from the floor and walked out into the room. Jared was snoring softly on the bed, in the position he was in before you went in and showered. You giggled at the slumbering giant as you pulled your phone out of your bag, placing it at the foot of the bed next to Jared’s. 

You tapped on your screen and sighed at the flood of social media notifications and text messages that plastered the screen. You scrolled through your texts, landing on a frantic text from your mother. 

-Did you land? Are you okay? Are you back in the states? Please answer me honey. 

You bit your lip as you typed a message back to your mother. 

-Sorry mom. Yes, we landed and we’re at the hotel. Travelling was kind of crazy and we just settled down and this is the first time I’ve checked my phone since we left Vancouver. 

You scrolled through other text messages, replying to friends and family who were checking up on you or had questions. Since moving in with Jared, you had been kind of MIA from everything and everyone. Close friends knew that you moved away but not for what and with who. You were trying to keep your life kind of secretive. You wanted to enjoy your move and your time with Jared without gossip and speculations clouding things. 

But, now that peace was going to be cut short. 

You were sure it wouldn’t be long until the photos paparazzi took at the airport would leak online with a title that would be something like ‘Padalecki Moves on Quick with Young Mystery Girl’ or ‘Padalecki and Mystery Girl: The Reason for the Padalecki Divorce?’

You could already see all the fan theories flooding social media about you and Jared.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Jared said as he sat up from the bed, breaking you from your internal turmoil. 

“Huh?” You paused, staring at him wide-eyed. “Oh, yeah. I just, I got thinking about those paparazzi taking pictures at the airport.” 

“What about them?” He stood up and walked towards you, concerned. 

You shrugged, “They’re going to spark a lot of talk, Jare.” You sighed, “The peace we had these last couple months will be gone.” 

He opened his arms and pulled you into his chest, “It’ll be okay. Like you said, it will be hyped up for a little while but it’ll die down afterwards. I can always have my manager deal with things to help with the media coverage too.” He rubbed your back reassuringly, “Don’t worry, everything will be okay.” 

A knock on your door startled you both, causing you to jump away from each other. “Jared! Y/N! Get out here!” You heard Jensen bellow from the other side of the door. 

You both chuckled as Jared walked to the door and opened it for Jensen. “Sup Ackles,” you said with a nod.

Jensen looked between you and Jared, “Misha’s panel is about to start. We gotta go man.” 

Jared nodded, “Okay. I have to change real quick and we can all head down.” 

Jensen looked at an imaginary watch on his wrist as Jared shook his head and laughed. He grabbed his bag and disappeared into the bathroom. 

You pulled out your phone again, checking for any new notifications when Jensen cleared his throat, “How are you doing?” 

You looked up towards him with a furrowed brow, “What do you mean?” 

Jensen sat down on the bed, “I mean, it’s a lot. The more you hangout with Jared and the more you’re in his life, the more things like the paparazzi at the airport will happen.” 

You ran a hand through your damp hair, “I’m not going to lie, it freaks me out.” Jensen nodded as he listened to you intently, “But,” you looked towards the bathroom door, “I really can’t imagine my life without that big dork. I need him as much as he needs me.” 

He stood from the bed and placed a hand on your shoulder with pursed lips, “I’m glad he has you.” He removed his hand and walked towards the bed, chuckling. “I was hesitant about you at first, being a fan and all. But, you’ve really surprised me. I can’t always be with him, but you are. I appreciate it.” 

“Wh-,” Jared opening the bathroom door cut your conversation short. 

“You guys ready?” 

You nodded eagerly. “I’m more than ready.” You stopped dead in your tracks, “Wait. How am I going to get into the convention? I don’t have tickets.” 

Jared ran a hand through his hair with a smile, “Don’t worry about that. We’ll give you exclusive backstage access.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully as you followed them out into the hallway. The boys talked and laughed throughout the hotel, putting their plan together on how they wanted to crash Misha’s panel. 

In minutes, you were down on the convention floor, walking towards the hotel reception hall. Misha’s voice softly floated through the halls and got louder the closer to the stage you got. 

A handler rushed towards the boys, “Jared! Jensen! What a surprise. You’re not supposed to be here until tomorrow.” 

Jensen chuckled, “Yeah, we know. But we wanted to surprise everyone,” he leaned towards her with a hand covering the right side of his face, “especially Misha.” 

She shook her head as the boys chuckled to themselves and you giggled along with them. Your giggle caught her attention, causing her to crane her neck around them, “Who’s your guest? We didn’t know someone was going to be coming with you guys. Does she have a ticket?” 

Jared shook his head, “She doesn’t but she’s with me so she’s fine. She’ll wait backstage.” 

The handler bit on her bottom lip, “Okay.” She sighed, “I’ll make sure that she gets a badge, go ahead boys.” 

They nodded and trudged along, heading backstage in hushed, gleeful whispers. Other handlers met up with the boys. They whispered their plans to them, causing them to giggle along and hand the boys microphones. 

Jensen stood at the curtain, looked back at Jared and threw a thumbs up to see if Jared was ready. Jared looked towards you, mimicking Jensen’s thumbs up towards you, seeing if you were going to be okay. You nodded at him. He turned towards Jensen with a small smile and nodded quickly. 

The boys burst through the curtain while Jensen yelled into the microphone, “Hello Minneapolis!” 

“Oh come on!” Misha yelled back. “Why are you two doing here?” 

Jared giggled into the mic, “Didn’t think this week at work was weird? We didn’t mess with you in any scenes?” 

“Ugh!” Misha roared. “Of course I thought it was weird, but I enjoyed the peace!” 

“You should know us better than that man.” Jensen chuckled into the mic, “We always have to mess with you.” 

The handler from when you all walked in together came up behind you, putting a hand on your back as she held out your pass beside you, “Here. That way, no one will question you when you aren’t with the boys.” 

You took the badge gingerly from her hand and smiled, “Thank you.” 

She nodded as she turned on her heel and walked away briskly. 

You listened and giggled along with the audience as the boys talked, joked and poked fun at each other. After talking for about 30 minutes, the boys started answering questions. Some fans had cute and fun questions like asking for stories about the kids and what animals the boys would be. Others though, asked some deep and thoughtful questions, almost stumping the boys. Too soon, Misha’s panel ended and the boys filed off the stage. 

Jared immediately walked towards you with an extended arm, “How are you doing?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

You chuckled, “I’m good, Jare.” You craned your neck to look at his face, “How are you doing?” 

He pulled you closer to him, “I’m great.” He leaned towards your ear and talked in a hushed tone, “I have you here. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

You giggled and shook your head as Misha and Jensen walked towards you both. “So,” Misha said as he rubbed his hands together, “You guys want to go get drinks?” 

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