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voxmortuus · 1 year

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I'm back baby! Got another one for you to help keep your flow going, if you would oblige me. ♥ And I have another one for Ben, but I won't put it in the same request.

Austin Butler's Elvis. It's his earlier days when he first started to become popular and his name was getting around. It wasn't unusual for him to keep some company on the road from time to time, and maybe the reader was his company one night. Could be left open to lead to some sort of heartbreak plot follow up, but of course that is always up to you.

►PAIRING: Austin Butler!Elvis x Fem!Reader

►UNIVERSE: Elvis (2022)

►WORDS: 1.4k

►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above

►SONG INSPIRATION: Hound Dog - Shonka Dukureh & Baby, Let's Play House - Austin Butler

►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision.

►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa

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It was exciting, it was a rush, and you were like a kid in a candy store. He was someone important, and he was going to be something big. Maybe it was the idea of someone up and coming wanting your company for the evening, maybe you felt like you shared a moment. Little did you realize that to him, you were just someone who was passing his time, an empty night of emotionless, unattached, carnal pleasures.

You decide to get a little risky. Leaving your dress in your car, you're wearing nothing under your black box coat. Your heels echo on the concrete slabs of the motel's walkway. Your hair is perfectly set and placed as always, and ruby red lips, and slightly winged eyeliner, like a cat decorated and made your eyes stand out.

Letting out a slightly shaky breath you walk to his door. Tap, Tap, Tap you knock lightly, but just loud enough for him to hear, not loud enough for you to announce your presence to the entire motel wing. You chew at the bottom corner of your lip. Hearing him come from the back of the room. You feel your heart picking up. Surely it was exciting.

You feel this fluttering in your chest, the fluttering in your gut, sure, emotionless, and meaningless, a hollow night of raw fun, but that didn't mean you weren't excited about it in some way. Your chewing on your lip only grew harder, before you felt this rush of heat wash over you the moment that door opened up.

"Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Come on in Darlin'."

There it is, that flutter, all over. You give him a smirk, and you walk in. He knew what you were there for, just like any other that had come to his motel room door at night dressed like that. He knew the signs, and he wanted the company. Didn't like really being alone that one.

Sure, maybe you expected some sort of conversation, maybe a deep-rooted genuine moment, maybe you even were expecting something well-mannered, and even a hint of passion. Sure, he'll call you Baby, tell you how good you look, maybe even kiss you like you're the most important thing in the world, but you're just going to be yesterday's flavor and tomorrow is a new taste. But tonight, that didn't matter to you. Tonight, you were going to be someone special.

Hearing the lock latch behind you, you give a small smirk, chew on your lip, and turn to look at him. Searching his face, shirt half open, you lick your lips and smirk. God damn was this man a fuckin vision in his own unique way.

Wasting no time, you run your hands up his legs, brushing your hand against the front of his pants, feeling that slightly excited cock twitch under the palm of your hand you gaze up at him and smirk. Sliding your hands up a bit more and unbutton his pants, slowly unzipping them and letting them fall to the floor.

"You show me yours Darlin', I'll show you mine." He smirked and licked his own lip after running his hand over his face a moment and he leaned in and took your hand and pulled you a little closer and untied your coat and let it fall open. "Well aren't you a delicious snack."

"Oh, no I think you're the snack, Mr. Presley." You give a soft chuckle.

"Elvis Darlin'. Just Elvis." His accent rolled off his lips, and you ate it the fuck up.

"You're the snack, Elvis... and I'm going to eat you right up." You smirk getting to your knees after letting your coat slip from your shoulders.

Biting your lip you keep your gaze on him as you move your hand up his leg under his white boxers feeling him in your hand, you smirk, and slowly pull his boxers down just enough to watch him spring into attention. You let out a soft breath as you grip him in your warm, delicate hand. and begin to slowly work the flesh-coated hard rod in your hand. Reaching up with your free hand you finish unbuttoning his shirt, he lets it fall to the floor.

Letting out a groan he smirks that signature smirk, drops his head back, and lets out a soft groan. His jaw slacked as your perfectly painted ruby-red lips met the tip of his cock and you started to slide him a little further into your mouth. Flattening your tongue you press it against the underside of his cock and your lips tighten around him. Breathing through your nose you press him deeper.

His hand finds its way to your head, placing it delicately against the back of your head he presses your head down a little more, his hips trusted against your lips. You groan, creating a vibration against his cock as you pick up the pace, your red lips leaving a ring around him as he gets a little rougher.

Taking your mouth off his cock, he looks down at you, giving you a smirk, he taps your cheek a moment. You give him this smirk, a slightly crazy smirk and he knew. His hand slaps your cheek lightly, testing it. He smirks when you do, and then there it was, a strong hand across your face.

Leaving a red mark on your cheek. He grips your face and assists you to stand. Looking into your eyes he smirks as he forces your mouth open with the pinch of his hands against your cheeks, followed by him spitting on your mouth he throws you to the bed, flips you over, slaps your ass with a firm slap, and within a matter of a few blinks, winces and moans he dives his cock deep between your wet, wanting lips.

Gripping the bed sheets in your hands, your breathing hitches and you close your eyes and lets out a heavy moan. His hips move fast against you, thrusting hard, thrusting fast, and pressing deep. Elvis the Pelvis indeed. Your moans bounced off the walls.

His hands slide up your sides and reach for your shoulders and yank you back before he grabs the hair on the back of your head and grips tightly before the other hand wraps around your throat. While he grips your hair and throat tighter his body slaps against yours.

His hand moves from your hair and swats at your ass again, and again, and again, watching the way he slips into you, and watching the way your ass bounces as it slaps against him, and slaps against his hand against your now pinking flesh. It was a beautiful sight in his eyes.

His slapping ceased against your ass as his hand snaked up your spine, and both hands wrapped around your neck, giving it a squeeze as he used you, completely used you, like a living, breathing, naturally lubricating fleshlight. Your moans escaped passed his fingers as they burst through your lips and bounced off the wall and back at the both of you.

Feeling himself getting close to a finish he pulls himself from you, and he brings you to your knees. "Touch yourself." he demands. Nodding your head you stick your hand between your legs and he slips his cock between your lips again. Tasting yourself, tasting him, your fingers move over your bud quickly, and you slip your fingers into your wet hole as he uses your mouth, a grip on the top of your head, your hair gripped firmly.

As he thrusts harder into your mouth, you feel him hit the back of your throat as he slips his cock faster between your lips, thrusting. The rawness of his motions causes you to lose yourself, your fingers move quicker, and you moan against his cock as he himself gets closer to his finish, you are riding yours. Pulling his cock from your mouth he quickly spits in your mouth and shoves his cock back into it as he unleashes hot ribbons of his release between your lips. Feeling it hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes flutter shut, as some slips past your lips, but swallowing the rest, like the good girl position he has placed you in. Feeling some drip onto your chest you run your finger up your chest and place your finger in your mouth as you lick it up. You smile. Tonight was going to be a good night... after all, you just got here.

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spnhunter4life · 2 years

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Why Not?

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Here’s a little Dean x reader story I threw together for the occasion. I hope everyone has a fun night, and for anyone who doesn’t have big plans, enjoy a night out with Dean on me!

Summary: Dean and Y/N are both single on Valentine’s Day and decide to have a “friend date.” With a little help from a flirty waitress, feelings are realized and confessed.

Word Count: 5.4k

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I stood in front of the mirror in my room, checking over my appearance one last time. I’d spent over an hour getting ready – longer than I had expected, though I’d thankfully started getting ready early just in case – and I was happy with the result of my efforts.

I kept my makeup simple, not wanting to overdo it, but also wanting to put in some effort. I put on a light layer of foundation and added a hint of blush to my cheeks. I used eyeliner and mascara, and finished off the look with some lipstick, brushed on with my finger to get a less intense color.

I was wearing a navy blue dress that went to just below my knees. The v neck was cut just low enough to still be considered modest. The sleeves were short with a bit of lace in the shoulder and the dress was well-fitted in the chest and waist, becoming looser and more flowing at the hips. I paired the dress with my favorite heels, a black pair with simple ankle straps.

My hair had taken a bit of trial and error. I’d found a style I really liked online and it was simple enough to replicate, but it took a few attempts for me to be satisfied with the result. I rarely had a reason to do anything more complicated than throwing my hair into a ponytail, so I was possibly being a bit overly picky. I had a small braid going down the left side of my head, tucked into a twisted bun in the back.

My heart was beating a little faster than normal and I had a minor case of butterflies in my stomach. I don’t know why I was nervous. It was just Dean. We spent a lot of time together and I was more comfortable around him than anyone else. And despite what my appearance might suggest, this wasn’t a real date. It was just two friends, spending Valentine’s Day together rather than being alone. A friend date. Dean had suggested it out of the blue yesterday while we were in the kitchen eating lunch.

“You and I should do something tomorrow,” he said before taking a big bite of his sandwich.

“Ok,” I agreed easily. We were in between cases and Sam had a date with Eileen, so I was happy to spend some time with the older Winchester. “What did you have in mind? Movie marathon? Meticulously go over Baby and make sure she’s spotless? Maybe hit up a bar for some karaoke?”

“First of all, Baby is already spotless. Do you think I don’t take care of my car?” He asked in mock offense.

“What was I thinking? I’m so very sorry for having the audacity to suggest your car wasn’t perfect,” I teased, eliciting a laugh out of Sam.

“I meant we should do something tomorrow night,” Dean clarified.

“Ok… and movies or a bar aren’t acceptable night time options?” I asked.

“Not on Valentine’s Day,” he said.

“Why not? It doesn’t have to be any different than any other night we hang out. It’s not like it’s a date,” I told him.

“Who says it’s not a date?” He asked seriously. Sam coughed and got up to start washing dishes.

“Um…” I started, not sure how to respond. Dean and I had been good friends for years. There’d never been any indication he might want something more. It wasn’t something I’d ever even considered. “You’re asking me out?” I finally asked.

“Yeah. Why not? It’s Valentine’s Day. There’s no rule that says you can’t spend it with a friend. I don’t want to sit around at home. Neither of us has a date, so let’s do something together. I mean, come on, even Sam has a date!” he told me, ignoring Sam’s indignant response.

“So,” I said, wanting to make sure I understood what he was asking. “What you’re saying is, you want to go on a date. But just as friends?”

“Exactly. A friend date. It’ll be fun,” he said confidently.

“Ok,” I agreed as I got up to help Sam finish with cleaning. “I mean, like you said, I don’t have any other plans.”

“Wow. Try to tone down the enthusiasm a little bit. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he teased.

“Sorry,” I apologized, catching the hint of genuine hurt in his words. “You’re right. It will be fun. I always like hanging out with you.”

“When I say date, I mean it,” he warned me. “That means getting dressed up and going somewhere nice.”

“Noted. I’ll plan accordingly.”

Which led to now. I was sitting on the bed, just finishing putting my shoes on, when there was a knock on the door.

“Just a second,” I called, quickly grabbing my coat out of the closet before opening the door. As expected, Dean was on the other side. He was looking very handsome in a suit and tie. What I wasn’t expecting was the bouquet of roses he held out to me.

“Dean, these are beautiful!” I exclaimed as I took them from him. He even had them in a vase already. “Thank you!” I set them on my nightstand before turning to give him a hug.

“Why do you seem so surprised?” He teased as he hugged me back.

“Well you’re not exactly the ‘get a girl flowers’ type of guy usually,” I pointed out. “And even if you were, I still certainly wouldn’t have been expecting them.”

“I told you we’re doing tonight right. Fancy clothes, nice restaurant, flowers, the whole nine yards,” he said before leading the way to the bunker’s garage.

“Speaking of fancy clothes,” he added, “did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?”

“You did not,” I answered with a small smile.

“Y/N, you look very beautiful. I’m going to be the envy of every man in town,” he said with a wink.

“Thank you,” I said, genuinely flattered by the compliment. “You look very nice too. I might need to bring a gun along just to fend off the ladies.”

Dean laughed.

“Then I’d better bring along a baseball bat. Looking like that and capable of using a gun? The guys won’t be able to control themselves.”

We’d reached the Impala and Dean opened my door for me, waiting for me to get settled before closing the door and moving around to the driver’s side.

“Where are we going?” I asked as Dean expertly maneuvered the Impala out of the garage and onto the road.

“Olive Garden,” he answered.

“Really?” I asked, surprised. It wasn’t a place I would imagine him ever picking.

“All right, so it’s not that fancy. But we’d probably have to drive for a while to find an actual fancy restaurant,” he said, defending his choice.

“I wasn’t complaining,” I told him. “It sounds great. I just wasn’t expecting you to choose a pasta restaurant.”

“I thought you might find it to be a nice change from all the burgers we eat,” he explained.

“I’d be happy with anything. Although we might be a little overdressed for our usual places,” I answered. He looked over at me and smiled.

“Olive Garden it is, then.”

~~~~~

There was a thirty minute wait to be seated once we got to the restaurant. We sat in the waiting area and passed the time by talking about past Valentine’s dates. I wasn’t sure how much of the sob stories Dean relayed to me of the heartbroken girls he’d gone for were true and how much he made up for entertainment value, but I was entertained either way.

Eventually the hostess seated us and the waitress came by shortly after to take our drink orders. I didn’t appreciate how close she stood to Dean or the way she batted her eyes at him. Dean asked for an order of fried mozzarella as an appetizer.

“What?” He asked as she walked away, noticing my slight frown. “Should I have gotten something different? It’s fried cheese. Everybody loves fried cheese.”

“It was a good choice,” I agreed.

“Then what’s that face for?” He wondered.

“It’s nothing,” I told him. I was probably misreading things. Surely she wouldn’t be flirting with a guy she believed to be on a date.

“Alright,” he said, not convinced but willing to let it go.

We spent a few minutes in silence while we looked over the menu.

“There sure aren’t many options for meat at this place, are there?” Dean commented.

“Well what did you expect when you picked a pasta place?” I teased with a smile.

The waitress came back with our drinks, once again standing closer to Dean than was necessary.

“Are we ready to order?” She asked cheerfully.

“Go ahead,” Dean said, letting me order first. I looked at the menu again, reading off the name of the dish I wanted. Dean gave her his order, and she collected our menus, accidentally on purpose touching Dean’s hand as she grabbed his.

“Okay, seriously, what’s up?” he asked when she was gone. I realized I was scowling at her retreating form.

“She’s awfully friendly,” I stated. His forehead wrinkled a little in confusion.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he said.

“A little too friendly,” I tried again. He just looked at me blankly. I sighed.

“Dean. She’s flirting with you big time.”

“Yeah?” He said, still not getting my point.

“So you noticed?” I asked.

“Yeah, I noticed. Kind of hard to miss. I still don’t see the problem.”

“You don’t?” I asked incredulously.

“Are you jealous?” He asked, surprised. Then, with a cocky smirk, he added, “You have no reason to be jealous when you know I’m going home with you tonight.”

“That’s not funny Dean. And I’m not jealous.” I told him.

“It’s a little funny,” he said, encouraging me to agree with him. When I didn’t he just sighed. “I really don’t see what the big deal is. So she’s flirting. It’s harmless. I’m not going to abandon you to go home with her if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I know that,” I told him. Dean was many things, a major flirt being one of them, but he wasn’t the type of guy to ask a friend to hang out and then leave them when something better came along.

“Then what’s the problem?” He asked again.

“You and I know that we’re just out as friends. But she doesn’t. It’s Valentine’s Day. We’re a man and a woman eating together alone, all dressed up. For all she knows we’re in a very serious, committed relationship. You don’t hit on men who are in a relationship,” I explained.

“So what you’re saying is, you don’t like her because she is knowingly trying to score with a guy who, to her knowledge, is already taken?” He asked.

“Exactly.”

“I can work with that,” he said with a smile. He scooted his chair around the table so he was sitting beside me instead of across from me and grabbed my hand just as the waitress came back with our appetizer.

“Can I get you anything else while you wait?” She asked.

“You want anything else baby?” He asked me, an amused sparkle in his eye.

“No thanks,” I told him, quickly recovering from the surprise his actions and the pet name had caused.

“We’re good for now,” he told the waitress, never even looking in her direction, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.

“Alright. Let me know if you change your mind,” she replied, her tone slightly less cheerful than it had been. She left to go check on her other tables and Dean and I both snorted out a laugh when she was out of earshot.

“Thanks for that,” I said.

“No problem baby,” he teased. I pinched his hand, which I realized I was still holding, but smiled at him.

He squeezed my hand once before letting it go. He picked up the plate of fried mozzarella, offering it to me before taking his own.

“So is there a particular reason her flirting bothered you so much, or is it just more of a general rule?” He asked around a bite.

“It’s a good rule,” I said a little defensively.

“Of course it is. I may have extremely limited experience with actual relationships, but everybody knows going after someone in a relationship is a line that shouldn’t be crossed. Obviously that doesn’t stop everybody. Which is why I wondered if maybe something happened in the past that made you a little extra sensitive to this particular situation,” he said.

“No, not really,” I told him. “I just really hate that kind of behavior. I mean honestly, be an adult. Realize that person is someone you can’t have, and move on with your life.”

After that we chatted about unimportant things. We talked about The Hunger Games, which I was trying to get him to watch. We talked about Lord of the Rings which Dean had just gotten me started on. We’d watched the first movie a few days ago and were talking about starting the second tonight. We talked about how Sam’s date might be going. Dean made a game out of guessing which couples seated nearby were genuinely in love and which were just out in an attempt not to be alone on this particular night.

We joked and laughed and just enjoyed our time together. But whenever the waitress came to our table, bringing our food or checking our drinks, Dean made sure to play it up, calling me baby, touching me in some way, refusing to give the waitress a second glance.

“Are the two of you interested in some dessert, or would you like the check?” She asked when we finished our meals.

“I’ll take the chocolate brownie lasagna,” Dean quickly answered, his gentlemanly ‘ladies first’ manners disappearing when dessert was involved.

“And,” he added, “my lovely date will take a slice of cheesecake,” he told her confidently.

She walked away to put the order in.

“What if I didn’t want cheesecake?” I asked.

“You always want cheesecake,” he answered. “You not wanting cheesecake would be like me not wanting pie.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I laughed.

“Can I tell you something?” I asked shyly a few minutes later after our desert had been delivered.

“Of course,” he said. “Unless you’re about to tell me you’ve got a freezer full of all your Valentine’s Day dates from over the years. I’d rather not know that.”

I rolled my eyes and gave him a pleading look. This was hard to admit, but I wanted to tell him. And if he wasn’t going to take it seriously, I wouldn’t be able to say it.

“You can tell me anything,” he said, reading the shift in my mood.

“I want to say thank you for taking me out tonight. I had a lot of fun,” I told him.

“I did too. And our night’s not over. We’ve still got a three hour long movie you agreed to watch,” he reminded me.

“Of course. How could I forget?” I joked.

“Probably just too distracted by my good looks,” he theorized.

“That must be it,” I agreed.

“So really, what did you want to tell me?” He asked.

“I was actually kind of nervous for tonight,” I confessed. “I don’t know why. I’ve actually been trying to figure it out all night.”

“No luck?”

“Not really. I guess I haven’t been on a date in a while, so it’s possible that’s why. But if I’m being honest I think the more likely answer is just that it’s you.” I told him.

“What do you mean?”

“Well… you’re one of my closest friends. And even though this isn’t a real date, I guess it was just hard not to worry this might somehow change things,” I explained.

“You’ve got to stop saying this isn’t a real date,” he instructed. “You really know how to hurt a guy’s confidence. I even brought you flowers!”

“You know what I mean, Dean.”

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed, giving up on playing offended. “Even if things did change, who says that has to be a bad thing?”

“It doesn’t have to be a bad thing, but it could be,” I countered. “I just wouldn’t want something to happen that ruined our friendship is all. You’re too important to me,” I told him.

“We’re just eating dinner together, Y/N. What could happen that would ruin our friendship?” He asked teasingly.

“I don’t know. I never said it made any sense. It’s just the best explanation I can come up with for why I was nervous,” I said.

The waitress came back over with the check, which Dean took.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked me when she was gone.

“Of course,” I answered.

“I might have been a little bit nervous for tonight too,” he admitted.

He didn’t wait for an answer, just opened the folder and looked at the bill. He frowned.

“What?” I asked. “Did she give us the wrong one?”

“No,” was all he said as he fished his wallet out of his pocket. He grabbed a few bills and stuck them in the folder.

“What’s wrong then?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he assured me. He turned in his chair to fully face me and reached up, placing his hand on my cheek.

“Dean, what are you doing?” I asked. His face was inches away from mine and he was staring directly into my eyes. My heart started to race. I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. We’d never been this close and he had never looked at me like this. His gaze was magnetic. I couldn’t look away.

“Remember when you said you didn’t want things to change between us?” He asked.

“Yeah,” I said nervously.

“Just remember that this doesn’t have to change things,” he said. Then he was leaning in and pressing his lips to mine.

I responded instinctively, placing my hand on the back of his neck and kissing him back, but my mind was racing.

Why was he doing this? Had I misread things entirely? Had this really been a date? These thoughts were somewhere in the back of my mind, fighting to be heard. All I could really focus on was how his lips were such an enticing combination of soft but firm and how good of a kisser he was. The only thought I could grasp onto was that this was the best kiss I’d ever had. And it was over before it could really get started.

He broke away from me, breathing slightly uneven. I looked at him, desperately trying to regain the ability to speak when I noticed the footsteps stopping beside us. Dean handed the waitress the folder.

“Keep the change,” he said. Then he stood up, helped me put my coat on, and slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked to the exit.

We walked in silence to the car. Once there, Dean once again opened my door for me. We sat in silence until Dean pulled onto the highway, headed back to the bunker.

“You saw the waitress coming,” I said, a statement of fact, not a question.

“Yeah.”

“Why?” I asked.

Dean clenched his jaw.

“She wrote her number on the receipt,” he told me.

“Okay,” I said, waiting for more. That bit of information irritated me more than I cared to admit, but I didn’t see the relevance.

“I made it pretty clear that I wasn’t interested, didn’t I?” he asked rhetorically.

“You did,” I agreed anyway.

“So why was she so persistent? Why did she think giving me her number was a good plan?” he asked frustratedly.

“I figured you’d be thrilled. She was pretty. I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” I said.

“Aren’t you?” He asked incredulously.

“Of course! But I’m the one who had to watch my date get hit on all night.”

“Exactly! And I am offended on your behalf. Who does that? What gives her the right to try and get into the middle of what she can only see as a happy relationship?” he fumed.

“Well you know I’m not going to disagree with you on that,” I told him. “But it still doesn’t answer my question.”

“Doesn’t it? I think that covers it pretty well,” he disagreed.

“No. It doesn’t,” I insisted. “It explains why you’re mad but not why you kissed me.”

He looked away from the road for the first time, glancing at me with steel in his eyes.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not,” he said, eyes back on the road.

“I wasn’t looking for an apology,” I said pointedly.

I could see his jaw moving back and forth, him grinding his teeth together. I waited for him to sort out his thoughts and give me an answer.

“I guess I just wanted to make a point. To really show her that I wasn’t interested,” he finally said.

We were quiet for a while as I thought about what to say. My mind was still racing. From the kiss, yes, but also just replaying the whole night. I was going back and analyzing myself. The things I’d thought and said and done. And I was coming to a realization.

I liked Dean. I liked him in a ‘more than friends’ way. I was in love with him. How had I not realized?

I remembered the nerves I felt earlier this evening while I was getting ready, apparently a physical manifestation of the feelings I’d buried so deep, I’d hidden them even from myself. I was nervous about going on a date with the man I loved. Our first date.

I remembered the irritation I’d felt at our waitress, apparently more than just the indignant annoyance I thought it to be. It was jealousy, as Dean had joked it was.

I remembered how eagerly I had agreed to keep the night going with a three hour movie. And I remembered the giddy feeling I didn’t even realize I felt when Dean called me baby and put on an act for the waitress.

Even my dress, I realized, had been picked specifically for Dean. I knew he was partial to this color. I couldn’t believe how blind I had been to my own feelings.

Dean sighed.

“Please tell me things aren’t going to be weird between us now,” he said anxiously.

“It’s not going to be weird,” I assured him, willing myself to make it true. I suppose now I have to look forward to a future full of unrequited love. It would suck, but I would make sure it didn’t impact our relationship.

“You sure? Because we’ve never really been the awkward silence type, but this car ride has been full of it.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to ignore you. I was just thinking,” I told him.

He glanced at me again.

“About what?”

“Just… how much fun we had tonight,” I lied, hoping it would lighten the mood a little bit.

“Yeah,” he agreed, clearly not believing me but going along with it anyway. “Yeah, we did have a lot of fun.”

Dean pulled off the highway onto the gravel road that would take us to the bunker. Just a few more minutes and we’d be home.

“We’re still gonna watch Lord of the Rings, right?” I asked him.

He looked at me, a little surprised and a little relieved.

“If you still want to, then yes,” he said.

“I still want to,” I answered.

We were quiet for the rest of the short drive home. Dean parked in his usual spot in the garage and shut the Impala off, but didn’t move to get out. I sat with him, waiting. He seemed to be thinking about something, brow furrowed and thumb tapping on the steering wheel.

After a minute or two, he seemed to come to a decision. He turned to look at me, shoulders set in determination.

“I wasn’t planning on doing this, but since I’ve already gone and made things weird, I may as well. Go big or go home, right?” He said with a rueful smile.

“I told you things aren’t weird,” I told him.

“Y/N, you’ve been looking at me differently since we left the restaurant,” he argued.

I unsuccessfully fought the blush rising to my cheeks.

“How would you know how I’ve been looking at you? You’ve been driving,” I pointed out.

“I can still see you. Anyway, that’s not the point,” he said, steering the conversation back to where he wanted it.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to feel like-”

“Can you just let me say this? Please?” he cut me off. I sighed, but nodded.

“First of all, I know I said earlier that I’m not sorry about the kiss. And, as far as the waitress is concerned, I’m not. But I feel like it maybe made you uncomfortable, and for that I am sorry,” he started.

I was surprised at how badly he was reading me. He thought it made me uncomfortable? He couldn’t be further from the truth. I let him continue though. I’d correct him later. Or, I’d assure him I wasn’t uncomfortable at least. He didn’t need to know how much I’d enjoyed it.

“Secondly…” he took a steadying breath before continuing. “Well, to be blunt about it, I kissed you because I wanted to. It might’ve been the waitress that pushed me to it, but I wanted to. Because I have feelings for you, Y/N. I love you. I have for a while now.”

My breath caught at his admission. I couldn't believe this. In under an hour I’d gone from having a fun night with my best friend, to realizing I was in love with him and resigning myself to a lifetime of pining, to being told he felt the same.

“And like I said,” he went on, “I wasn’t going to say anything because I didn’t want to make things weird between us, but since I’ve already done such a spectacular job of ruining that-”

I cut him off the only way I knew how, in the only way I knew would convince him he had no reason to worry. I leaned forward and kissed him.

His response was immediate, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and got lost in the feel of his lips against mine.

Eventually – seconds, minutes, hours later. I didn’t know – he pulled away. He didn’t go far, resting his forehead against mine. We were both breathing heavily.

“You know why I’ve been looking at you differently?” I asked him. He just looked at me, waiting for my answer. “It’s because I love you. I have for a while,” I said with a smile, repeating his words from earlier. “I didn’t realize it until tonight. But I’ve been going over things in my head, mostly from tonight, and it’s the only conclusion I could come to. I don’t know how I missed it for so long,” I said a little sheepishly.

“That’s ok,” he grinned at me. “I didn’t realize at first either. Sam is actually the one who pointed it out to me a few months ago. I’ve been worried ever since that I was going to do or say something that would make it obvious and wreck our friendship.”

“So this date tonight…” I trailed off. He knew what I was asking.

“I really meant it to be a friend thing. Since neither of us had plans and we’d probably have ended up hanging out anyway, I figured why not just go out?” He explained.

“Why not?” I echoed with a smile.

“I’d be lying if I said the idea of spending the night with you, all dressed up, no guys coming up to flirt with you because they’d know you were taken wasn’t extremely appealing to me,” he admitted.

“And then when you opened your door and I saw how beautiful you looked, I couldn’t believe my luck.”

“I’m the lucky one who got to go home with the best looking guy in town,” I teased.

He smiled and leaned in for one more quick kiss before getting out of the car. He came around to my side and helped me out. We walked to my room, his arm around my shoulder.

“Why don’t you change into something more comfortable and then we’ll watch that movie,” he said once we reached my door before heading in the direction of his own room.

I stood there for a while, debating what to wear. We were technically continuing our date. I still wanted to look nice. But I didn’t really have many options that fit into the category of both nice and comfortable.

Finally I decided I didn’t need to impress him. I’d been living in the bunker with them for three years now. Dean had seen every possible side of me. He’d seen me at my best and he’d seen me at my worst, both physically and emotionally. He knew everything there was to know about me, and he wasn’t running away. He wouldn’t care what I wore.

I slipped on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, the outfit I would probably be sleeping in tonight. I wiped the makeup from my face, not wanting to forget to do it before bed, but left my hair up. Ready to spend another few hours with Dean, I made my way towards “The Dean Cave,” as he liked to call it.

I must have taken longer than I realized to decide on what to wear. When I got there, Dean was waiting for me. He was wearing a pair of soft, worn sweatpants and a t-shirt. He had the movie up on the screen and a big bowl of popcorn sitting in his lap.

He smiled when he saw me and patted the seat next to him. I sat beside him, putting my feet up onto the couch and leaning into his side. He responded by putting his arm around my shoulder. I let out a happy sigh. This was everything I never realized I wanted.

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We were about an hour into the movie when Sam came home. He stopped in the cave, probably hearing the movie on the way to his room. He raised an eyebrow when he saw us snuggled up together on the couch.

“Hey, how was your date?” Dean asked his brother cheerfully.

“It was good,” Sam said, not giving any more detail. “How was yours?”

“Good,” Dean said.

“Uh huh. Care to share anything more?” Sam asked, clearly very curious.

“Do you?” Dean countered.

“I’m sure your date was way more interesting than mine,” Sam deflected.

“Your date with a girl you really like on Valentine’s Day was less interesting than two friends going out?” I scoffed.

“And how did that go?” Sam asked again.

“Good. Like I said,” Dean shrugged.

“Just a normal night? Nothing out of the ordinary happened?” He continued in a tone that implied he knew something he wasn’t telling us.

“Nope,” Dean and I said together. We weren’t going to keep it a secret. There was no point in even trying in such close quarters. But we both naturally responded to his knowing tone with denial, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right just yet.

“Okay,” Sam said nonchalantly, backing towards the door. “Hey Dean, by the way, I’d go with a different shade of lipstick next time. That’s not really your color.” With that, he left the room.

I looked at Dean. There was a little bit of lipstick smudged on his upper lip. I was surprised Sam had even noticed it. He was observant though, and if he knew about Dean’s feelings, he’d probably been actively looking for signs that things had changed between us.

“Sorry,” I said as I tried to rub it off with my thumb.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, unconcerned, taking my hand in his and pressing play.

We finished the second movie and put the third one in. It was already late, but we had nowhere to be tomorrow and were content to spend the night curled up with each other, enjoying this new closeness.

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #fanfiction #valentine's day fic #getting together #idiots in love #why not

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GOLDY

it feels like it was yesterday when we were talking about Jimin doing something similar to Troye's angel baby where he had people grinding and filling up on him, and look at how far we've come

Link ---- https://youtu.be/GXevNfUAtIs

the little breathy ohs in there, are chefs kiss

Jungkook's going to kill me for manifesting this, but it's ok, I've lived a good life.

How are you holding up, babes

We should make out

Can I kiss you

I feel we should kiss cos wow

He SAID PRIDE BISHES!!!!!!

IT'S FUCKN PRIDE ON TOP🥂

Sorry I had to update this cos Tumblr won't let me post again😩

Years ago, I said to myself when I was struggling with my identity- if I'm gay there's no way Jikook are straight. No one was going to change my mind on this. Making the decision to come out here and support them believing my truth for them and speaking their truth for them was not easy.

I never once wavered. They would come out, show us a sign, cough, sneeze in rainbows I was certain for years they were dropping subtle hints here and there. At times I wanted to pull my hair at them when they would recoil into their closet and shit the glass on us. And I trusted Jungkook more than Jimin when it came to addressing their sexuality.

But If Jimim is doing this I don't know what Jungkook would do cos he is the one I live vicariously through. I never once thought jimin would- ever!!!!!!

He's been very careful to stay away from any conspicuous hints. Bruh I should have known when he said he won't hide anymore even if it hurts 😭😭😭😭

HE IS STANDING IN HIS TRUTH. QUEER AS FUCK

BI AS FUCK

I'm still trying to put the blown pieces of my brain together.

I don't know if I like the choreography. It's too much clothes for my liking. Naked. Get naked Jimin. Grab a man, kiss the hell out of them. Let me see tongue and grunts and body rolls. It's an orgy not a class project. The ladies get on my nerves. Like what's the point of being in a JM song if you're not showing us some thong. Sexy. Be sexy goddammit

They need to redo it and HIRE ME AS VISUAL DIRECTOR 😤

Also I wanted Jimin to fly across the stage. Descend from the clouds like the demiGod he is. I wanted more props and dramatic lighting. Sexy costumes. Drag. Dark eyeliner. Elvis presley hair styles. Tight bodysuits. Glitter. Bubbles on stage like he's having a party in the bathtub. Lose yourself. Give us filter and lie- I'm emailing hybe with a rant

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storiesofmyhead · 2 months

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We're All Insane Here {Harry Hook X OC} Part 2

Harry Hook always loved a chase.

Madeline Cheshire always loved to chase.

So when the two cross paths when Uma is looking for recruits to take over Auradon. It all becomes a dangerous game.

Pt.1 Here

Uma~ Where are we going?" I ask. My boots hit the ground as I hum waiting patiently on Uma's answer. Although I had just met the girl yesterday, I felt as if I could trust her. Or maybe that was just my soul aching for a game to be played.

Uma glanced down at me with a mixture of amusement and fondness as we strolled down the unfamiliar cobblestone paths of this peculiar town. Bystanders stared and gawked at my skipping, which only seemed to entertain me further. I waved at them with an impish grin, feeling a thrill of mischief in the curious gazes that followed us.

"Well, Madeline," Uma replied, her voice carrying a hint of mystery and adventure, "I am going to introduce you to my crew. The nastiest, roughest, pirate crew in the entire world." Her voice drips with pride as she talks about her crew.

I tilted my head, curiosity piqued as I hum. "Well if you believe that. I guess I believe it too." I nod, my eyes filled with curiosity as they scan through the area.

Uma chuckled softly, her long hair catching the sunlight as we turned down another alleyway lined with quaint shops and quirky signage. "Well I'm glad."

Excitement bubbled up inside me as we neared the meeting place of her crew. It was as if I had stepped into a storybook, where each alleyway held the promise of adventure and every stranger might be a character with a role to play.

As we continued our journey through the bustling town, Uma and I fell into an easy rhythm of conversation and exploration. She pointed out little stores that had the best food, or best clothes. The easiest places to steal from, though I didn't really care that much.

"Why do you trust me so easily, Madeline?" Uma asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us.

I paused, considering her question seriously. "I suppose I trust you because... you're different," I admitted, a small smile playing on my lips. "You seem like someone who understands the magic in stories and the stories in magic."

I watch a soft smile play at her lips. "I'm glad. You remind me much of my first mate Harry when I first met him. Very trusting and loyal. He still is, but now I just toned down the very trusting part." She chuckles. "That boy just went around putting his heart on his sleeve. He believed every word I told. Had to teach him how to be careful with trusting people. He learned though, now I'm proud to say he is the roughest pirate of them all. Well after me of course." She ended with a smile.

"You sound very proud and protective of him." I smile softly at her, my eyes twinkling with excitement about meeting this boy. "Is there something between the two of you? Maybe a romance?" My eyebrow's rose in question.

She barked out a laugh, shaking her head. "No. God no. Harry and I are just mates. I view him as a brother."

I hum and nod, as we begin to walk in a comfortable silence.

As Uma barged into Ursula's Fish and Chips with her characteristic flair, announcing her return with a boisterous yell, the atmosphere in the rusty, broken-looking shop shifted. Among the cacophony of calls and excited yells, a singular, echoing cackle pierced through.

From the shadows emerged a figure who seemed to embody the very essence of a swashbuckling pirate. Clad in a full pirate outfit that seemed straight out of a storybook, he strode towards us with a cool, confident demeanor. My eyes couldn't help but trace the details of his attire—the long red coat, the polished black boots, and the hat that crowned his head with a rakish tilt.

But it was his face that drew my attention next—a face adorned with black smudged eyeliner that accentuated his piercing blue-eyed gaze and added to his rugged charm. He looked every bit the part of a dashing pirate, exuding an air of adventure and mystery that instantly captured my imagination.

As he approached, a playful smirk played on his lips, his eyes locking briefly with mine before turning to Uma. "Back already, Uma?" he teased, his voice carrying a hint of amusement and a touch of something deeper that I couldn't quite place.

Uma grinned back at him, clearly accustomed to their banter. "Had to come back sooner or later, Harry," she replied, her tone laced with equal parts familiarity and mischief.

I could feel my ears pin back at his thick accented voice. My head pokes out from behind Uma as I make eye contact with the boy I had been waiting oh-so patiently to meet.

Flashing him a large toothy grin. I step out from behind Uma.

Harry's eyes widened slightly in surprise as I emerged from behind Uma, flashing him a toothy grin that I hoped conveyed my excitement and admiration. His thick, accented voice had caught me off guard, a detail Uma had never mentioned but one that added an intriguing layer to his charm.

"And who might this ravishing beauty be?" His rough accent asked.

"Madeline Cheshire," I introduced myself with a hint of playfulness, emphasizing my surname with a nod to the whimsical nature of Wonderland itself. "Here to help."

His lips curled into a broader smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement and something deeper, something that hinted at a shared understanding of the extraordinary. He extended his hand towards mine, the gesture both polite and tinged with a subtle challenge.

"A pleasure, Madeline Cheshire," he replied warmly, his grip firm yet gentle as our hands met. "I'm Harry Hook, pleased to make your acquaintance."

The moment our hands touched, a spark seemed to pass between us, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had already begun to form. I couldn't help but be drawn in by his charisma, his confidence, and the aura of adventure that surrounded him like a cloak.

Uma observed our exchange with a knowing smile, clearly amused by the unfolding dynamic between us. "I think you two are going to get along just fine," she remarked, her voice tinged with amusement.

Harry chuckled softly, releasing my hand with a lingering touch that sent a thrill through me. "Well then, Madeline Cheshire," he said, his tone light but with an undertone of intrigue, "shall we see what trouble we can stir up together in the Isle?"

I met his gaze with a grin, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation. "Absolutely, Hook," I replied, my voice filled with determination and a touch of mischief. "Lead the way."

And as we stood there in Ursula's Fish and Chips, amidst the rustling of parchment menus and the tantalizing scent of fried food, I knew that this encounter was not just a meeting of chance, but the beginning of an adventure that would weave our fates together in ways that neither of us could have predicted.

#harry hook #mal descendants #descendants #cheshire cat #descendants2 #descendants3 #descendants 2 #uma descendants #melanie cheshire

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crawlershq · 2 years

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CRAWLERS -Back in Action- Studio Day 3

Ey up duck!!! Any of my fellow 00's babies with a love for cartoons remember this cinematic masterpiece?? This sh*t is ingrained into my brain. It's also probably the reason my humour is broken, but I digress...

How are we all?! We're on day 3 of being in the studio!! Song 1 is starting to really pull together and I've got to say, it sounds f**king TASTY!!!!

Yesterday's nap score was a grand total of..........0!!!! Yep, you read that right, CRAWLERS made it through a whole day without a nap. It's unheard of, but we did it. Can we get a little round of applause for us anemics please?

That means your favourite bat-enthusiast is still in the lead with a total of 2 naps. I've got my money on Harry being the overall winner, but we'll all just have to wait and see.

Now for all of you who caught yesterday's studio day update, you'll remember I mentioned that we have some exciting news. If you follow us on our other social media platforms, you'll more than likely already be clued in, but for those of you who aren't, allow me to relieve you of the suspense- for my DC fans, this is going to be a big one for you. It certainly was for us!!

As some of you may know, HBO has been airing a show called Doom Patrol since 2019 (which also has Brendan Fraser casted -- did you like my little foreshadowing at the start there?? A cheeky little hint at what the surprise is?? She's not just a pretty face) and our very first single, So Tired, was chosen as a feature on the episode!!!! CRAWLERS are DC canon baybeeeeee!!!!!! Does that mean I have a chance with R Patts' Batman???? I'd buy your hats for the wedding now peeps, you're all invited.

Cute couple, right??? Anyway...

I do have a clip of the scene in question, however it's not exactly PG-13, so I can't post it without getting banned from Tumblr, but what I *can* post is a dramatisation of our reactions to viewing the clip for the first time. I would like to give you all a bit of context though-- nobody had told us the full scene. We were only told that Jane (character) would smoke some w**d and listen to some CRAWLERS records. Jeremy Carver (writer) has explained why Jane practicing some self love is so important to the character's development and personally, I'm all for female sexuality being shown in a light that isn't p*rnographic, but it was certainly unexpected at 10am on a Tuesday.

Jokes aside, this is a big deal for us and we cannot thank the team at Doom Patrol enough for choosing our silly little eyeliner band to be a part of their creation and the DC Universe. You made some little nerds very happy ^-^

#crawlers #crawlers band #dcu comics #dc universe #doom patrol #crazy jane #self love #sexuality #batman #cartoons #looney tunes #so tired

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"who are you getting ready for, marlene?" mary grinned, flipping through a magazine, waiting for her nails to dry. she had opted for a dark red, which she only kept for dates or meeting up with important people. "i've never seen you trying this hard ever since third year, when you were going out with you know who."

"for your information, i've never fancied voldemort!" marlene shouted from the bathroom, where she was doing her eyeliner. "and i never will, because one, i'm a lesbian, and two, he's a maniac."

"standards! yes! finally!" lily exclaimed, jumping up and down, and she was hit in the face with one of marlene's white pillows. "like i said," she smiled, glancing over to the bathroom, where marlene had pointed her middle finger to her. "marlene finally has standards!"

"fuck off," marlene grinned, coming out of the bathroom, and started looking for her black ramones t-shirt. "but if you want me to, i'll give you three tries. not each," she said, looking pointedly at mary, who struck her tongue out, "but i'd love to see you try and fail miserably."

"can we at least get any hints?" she asked, hope in her voice, as she grabbed her small, golden mirror and her red lipstick.

"no."

"you're no fun," mary moaned, popping the lid off.. "hm, well, hestia jones? i saw you flirting yesterday! i'm pretty sure there's a chance it's her, right? or could it be cayla, from herbology? you couldn't stop smiling at each other."

marlene shook her head, grinning. the other girl huffed annoyedly. they used to tell each other when they had a date straight away. why did that have to change now? and who was marlene's secret, hidden lover?

"there's no way it's emmeline vance because she's going out with someone else today-"

"with you?" lily asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, although she knew very well who mary was going to. she loved adding fuel to the fire, teasing her friends.

"no!" she exclaimed. "you already know who i'm going out with today, lily, so i see no reasoning in what you just said. none, really."

"hey! since when do i not know who you two are going out with?" marlene asked, fake annoyance in her voice.

"since when we don't know who you are going out with, marlene." lily smiled sweetly. "it's a double standard, you can't expect to know who mary and i are going out with if we don't know who you are going out with."

"well, that's just rude." marlene huffed, jokingly. "i have a reason not to tell you. and what is the reason, you may ask, is that you'll make fun of me, because neither you nor i have expected, and oh look, i'm running late, so see ya!"

she was sure that, with the new clue that she had given them, they would have guessed, so, naturally, the smartest choice would have been leaving them no place and no time left to unfold everything. and, besides, her date might have been already waiting for her.

seconds after marlene had left, lily and mary turned their heads, looking at each other slyly, huge grins on their faces.

"it's dorcas meadowes, right?" lily asked, but she already knew the answer.

"yup."

#and if anyone was wondering who mary and lily are going on a date with: it's each other <3 #marlene would never admit she fell in love with dorcas to them though because she always used to say how she hated them #and her friends were like no you're in love and psht no i'm not except she was <3333 #because dorlene >>> anything else #i'll say it now and i WILL say it again; i love writing the nonmen more than the nonwomen #they're so fun!! the banter!!! everything that's so unexplored!!!!#marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #lily evans #my writing

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Wore makeup yesterday for Halloween and it wasn’t cheap Halloween makeup, it was my regular, expensive makeup I had to buy months ago after my skin issues (it’s not even 6months old), but I guess it was too much? Idk but today I woke up with my eyelids kind of reddish (which hasn’t happened since August).

And bc I don’t learn, I still wore makeup today but I said: If ny eyes are red already, let’s just go with pink eyeshadow and pink eyeliner.

Shocker. They’re quite red now. Not just a hint of red. No. Red red.

Idk if I should put on tacrolimus now or wait for the damage tomorrow but at least the skin is not peeling (yet).

#funny part is that my skin is overall better than ever #smooth and clear and everything but my eyelids never recovered properly #robiin.txt

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skynetgilesbie · 1 year

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Chapter 2

Author's Note: Thanks to bloodytearz666 for helping me with this chapter! By the way, to all the preps out there, please refrain from flaming my story, okay?

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The following morning, I awoke in my bedroom to the sound of snow and rain tapping against the window. I swung open the door of my black ebony coffin and reached for a bottle of blood. Sipping from it, I relished the taste. Inside my coffin, the hot pink velvet lining with black lace trim provided a luxurious touch. Stepping out of my coffin, I shed my oversized MCR t-shirt, which served as my pajamas, and instead slipped into a black leather dress. I adorned myself with a pentagram necklace, black combat boots, and black fishnet stockings. As for my hair, I pulled it up into a messy bun, securing it with several hairpins.

My friend Willow (Author's Note: Raven, this is you!) stirred awake and grinned at me. Her long, waist-length black hair with pink streaks cascaded down her back, accentuating her forest-green eyes. She dressed in a Marilyn Manson t-shirt, a black mini skirt, fishnet stockings, and pointy high-heeled boots. We both applied our signature makeup—a combination of black lipstick, white foundation, and black eyeliner.

"OMFG, I saw you talking to Draco Malfoy yesterday!" Willow exclaimed, brimming with excitement.

"Yeah? So?" I replied, feeling my cheeks flush.

"Do you like Draco?" she probed as we left the Slytherin common room and made our way to the Great Hall.

"No, I absolutely don't!" I retorted, perhaps a bit too defensively.

"Yeah, right!" Willow teased. Just then, Draco approached us.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Hi," I responded, infusing my voice with a hint of flirtation.

"Guess what," he said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"What?" I inquired.

"Well, Good Charlotte is having a concert in Hogsmeade," he revealed.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" I shrieked, unable to contain my excitement. I adored Good Charlotte—they were my favorite band, second only to MCR.

"Well... do you want to go with me?" Draco asked.

I gasped in disbelief, my heart pounding.

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octoberscrye · 1 year

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@rubiesintherough asked:

“Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!” ( peggy / either! )

“What’re you tryin’ to do, give me a fuckin’ heart attack?!”

Corvus slowly lowered the baseball bat he had been wielding, his deep green eyes narrowing to get a better look at her.

He shook his head, reaching to anxiously run his fingers through is hair. Corvus looked...disheveled for lack of a better word. His hair was a wreck, he had the remnants of yesterday’s eyeliner on his tired eyes, and there were hints of a 5 o’clock shadow coming in on his sharp features.

“Sweetheart,” he started with a tired sigh. Tobi constantly told him to stop calling girls that, especially strangers, and that people may see it as insulting---

“You’re gonna get hurt one of these days doing that, sneaking up on people. You okay? I swear to fuck, you came up on me like a goddamn ghost.”

#rubiesintherough #(peggy/corvus)#(a: corvus)

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nocapesdahling · 2 years

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Call it Dreaming

Dream of the Endless x GN! Reader

My Masterlist

Summary: You’ve been stressed out lately and haven’t been sleeping as much as you should. Fortunately, Dream is here to make sure tonight is different.

Warnings/Tags: Soft!Dream of the Endless; He’s very soft; Fluff; Comfort; Tired and Stressed! Reader; Established relationship; Hints of Dom!Dream; Implied sexual content; Dream’s eyeliner

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: To preface, I haven’t read the comics yet though I’m looking forward to it. I loved the show and really wanted to write some fluff with a soft Dream, so here we are. Hope you enjoy!

You’d had a long and stressful week, filled with inescapable deadlines, overtime, and sleepless nights. All you wanted to do when you got home that Friday evening was throw on some comfortable clothes and sleep.

You might finally get to see your absent lover, whose time had been taken up by his duties, in your dreams. It was an added bonus because while others’ busy partners might work long hours with little to no time to see them, your nights — your dreams — were filled with both passion and comfort. The limitations of the waking world didn’t apply to dreams, especially not to your Dream.

You opened your door with a sigh of relief and placed your bags in an out of the way corner. There would be no thinking about work this weekend, and you hoped that the saying would hold true – that out of sight would translate to out of mind. The last thing you needed was to dream about work. Not that Morpheus would allow that anyway.

You were just finishing your dinner when you heard a telltale “Caw”, which was followed by a knock on the door and then a second in quick succession. You smiled to yourself. There was only one person it could be. Well, being might be a more apt term in this case. After Morpheus had scared you by appearing suddenly in your bedroom too many times, you’d insisted he knock and he’d begun knocking twice in a specific rhythm to ensure you knew it was him.

Flashback:

“It makes me feel like I have a gentleman caller, you know?” Your voice was teasing in the hopes you could bring one of his small rare smiles, which flickered and warmed you like candlelight, out. Maybe even with teeth this time. You’d only seen that one a couple of times and you wanted to see more of it. More importantly, you wanted to see Morpheus – this improbable and unfathomable being that you’d somehow fallen in love with – happy. And he did smile though it was more of a mischievous smirk, his expression playful.

“I wouldn’t expect to see much of a gentleman tonight. Not with my plans for you, beloved.” His voice had deepened even more than usual, and you could feel it lingering in your ears and resonating down to your bones. As you pulled him into a kiss, there was no more talk of gentlemen callers that evening. In fact, there was no more talking at all.

But ever since, Morpheus had knocked to announce his presence without fail.

End Flashback

You smiled at yourself in the mirror to make sure there was nothing in your teeth before opening the door. “Hello, love. No Matthew tonight?”

At your gesture, he stepped inside and his velvety soft coat brushed against your legs – the stars swirled along the inside and looked for a moment as though their ever changing galaxy would transfer to you.

“He’s keeping watch.” Dream turned away from surveying the room, to see if there was anything new you supposed, and cupped your cheek. His hands were soothing in their coolness and his deep blue eyes, which were accentuated quite nicely by the eyeliner you’d bought him, were filled with concern as he surveyed your face. “You haven’t been sleeping.”

You closed the door and moved to sit on the couch, prolonging the time till you would have to answer. Your voice when you spoke was quiet, “I have been.”

Dream followed you to the couch and clasped your hand in his. “Not enough. Not nearly enough. My realm has suffered in your absence. It has been raining for days, and yesterday we had one of our first involuntary thunderstorms,” he paused, “I have suffered in your absence.” Dream looked away for a moment, uncomfortable with that display of emotion, and moved his thumb over your hand.

You thought he was overreacting a bit, but how could you say that to one of the Endless?

Instead, you countered with, “It was only a few days of less sleep, Morpheus. That’s all.” You may have been fudging it a bit and it might have been more like a week or so, but you didn’t want him to worry. You should have known better.

He shifted closer and squeezed your hand before placing it on his thigh. “That’s all, hmm? You wouldn’t be lying about your sleep to the King of Dreams, would you beloved?” When you didn’t respond, looking down at the floor, he continued, “It has been over a week since you have had sufficient hours of REM sleep as the humans call it, and that is too long. It’s not healthy. Humans need the Dreaming. You need the Dreaming.” He paused for a moment and you looked up to meet his imploring eyes. Morpheus leaned in and pressed a light kiss to your forehead and when he spoke again, his voice was soft, “And the Dreaming… and its King need you.”

You breathed in audibly and stifled a sob. You were so tired.

He pulled you into a hug and as you rested your head on his chest, his slow and steady heartbeat calmed you. He was here now and everything would be alright.

“I’m sorry, love. It wasn’t a good week and I was too stressed to sleep most nights. I missed you.”

He pressed another kiss to the top of your head and caressed his hand up and down your back. When he spoke, with your ear pressed against his chest his voice reminded you of the best nights of sleep you’d ever had as it resonated through your body. “I missed you too, beloved.”

“I’m so tired, Morpheus.”

“I know, I’m here. May I carry you?”

“Of course. Thank you, love.”

“It’s always a pleasure to care for you, my beloved.”

He shifted you to stand then leaned over to wind his hands under your knees and picked you up with your head leaning against his chest. The journey to your bedroom took no time at all. Dream placed you on your bed and began taking the pillows off, unmaking it just the way you liked. He closed the curtains and pulled off his boots as you watched him through half lidded eyes. He sent you a glimpse of a fond smile before settling onto the bed, coat and all, and patting your pillow next to him.

“Come up here, beloved. If you’d like, then I can read you to sleep.”

You sighed before beginning to inch your way up the bed, taking care to emulate a worm as closely as possible. His small flame of a smile flickered into being again, showing his amusement at your antics. You’d almost reached your pillow before sitting up with abruptness at your sudden realization.

“I can’t go to sleep yet. I haven’t brushed my teeth or washed my face.” You pushed yourself out of bed with a groan and moved to the bathroom. “Give me five minutes, and I’m all yours.”

You almost didn’t hear his response as quiet as it was. “You are always mine. As I am always yours.”

You smiled and watched your eyes crinkle with happiness in the mirror. He was so wonderful. Like something out of a dream. That thought made you laugh out loud at both its cheesiness and its accuracy.

“What’s so funny, beloved? Your toothbrush perhaps?”

“No, I had a silly thought is all. So my Dream, was this how you thought tonight would go?”

“In what way?”

“You’re wearing eyeliner. The eyeliner. You know what that does to me, and it makes me think you had very different plans for tonight.”

“Plans change. My priority when we are together is always you and your wellbeing. I will wear my eyeliner another night. Just for you, beloved.”

“You bet you will.” You finished your routine and moved back to your bed, glad to see that Morpheus hadn’t moved. He looked content, waiting there with his back resting against your headboard. You pulled the covers down and then back up again as you settled into bed facing him. You placed your hand in his and smiled up at him. “I think I’m too tired for you to read to me tonight, Morpheus, but I have a book of poetry ready for next time.”

His voice when he spoke was soothing, “I look forward to it. Sleep now, beloved.”

“And Dream a little Dream of you?”

“Exactly, may you have ‘sleep that relieves you and heals you. Sleep that soothes away all your worries.’”

“I didn’t know you knew Shakespeare.”

“Oh yes, I must tell you that story sometime.”

Wait, did that mean he actually knew Shakespeare? As in knew him? It was moments like these that reminded you that while he may look human, he wasn’t. It was easy to forget sometimes that your lover was an Endless, but when he said things like that or when you saw swirling galaxies in the gleam of his eyes you remembered.

“Sleep now, and I will meet you in your dreams.” Dream’s voice was hypnotic and had a soporific effect on you. You closed your eyes and within moments fell into the dark ocean of oblivion before opening them to somewhere else.

All you could see was green — a beautiful verdant green, filled with plants and flowers. You dug your toes into the earth and watched a butterfly land on your hand. You’d missed this place. Fiddler’s Green was one of your favorite places in the Dreaming.

You didn’t see Dream yet, so you made your way along the path towards the falls. Between one blink and the next, Morpheus’s hand was in yours as he walked alongside you.

“Is it a good dream, beloved?”

Your voice when you answered was teasing,“You know it is, King of Dreams, but better now that you’re here.” You sat by the edge of the azure lake and breathed in the refreshing mist of the cascading water as you patted the spot next to you. Morpheus settled alongside you and stretched his legs out, boots and all, towards the water. “Didn’t you take those off?”

The look he gave you made you smile. It was the, This is my Domain and I will wear boots if I want to, look. You shook your head and then laid down with your head in his lap. It was so peaceful here that the outside world felt like nothing more than a distant memory, a far off dream. Morpheus looked relaxed and some of the cares had fallen away from his face as he gazed at the falls with his hand resting on top of yours.

You didn’t know how much time had passed in that intimate and comfortable silence. It could have been hours or minutes before you spoke, “As much as I wish I could lay here with you forever, don’t you have duties?”

He hummed. “I do. I always do, but Lucienne is more than capable of taking them tonight. You are my priority.”

He looked down at you and ‘his eyes gleamed like twin stars in the sky’ — the love and devotion within them endless.

You smiled up at him, your Dream, and hoped your corresponding love shined back. You pushed yourself into a seated position and gently claimed his lips in a kiss that grew into one of greater passion and intensity. The moan you let out – as he deepened the kiss and laid you down on the blanket that had appeared in an instant — was involuntary. You reached up to run your fingers through his hair, which he leaned into for a moment before holding your wrists in a gentle grasp and moving them over your head.

“Do not forget whose realm this is, beloved.”

There was no chance of that happening, especially as both of your clothes disappeared with a thought from Morpheus.

You gasped as he left your hands where they were and made his way down your body. As he looked up at you through his eyelashes with a small glimpse of a smile, you felt like you could fall into the gleaming blue ocean of his eyes. It looked like the eyeliner had served its purpose after all.

As you lost yourself in your Dream, knowing that tomorrow you’d wake up refreshed and revitalized, you were so happy you’d found love in and with Morpheus.

While you may not always see him in the waking world, you knew he would always find you in the Dreaming. The main caveat was you had to remember to sleep first. Then again, Dream was doing a good job at the moment of convincing you to never skip out on sleep again.

Reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated. Thanks so much for reading!

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve posted in ages and the first of what may be more Morpheus fics, so I hope you all liked it and please let me know if you did!

I love the idea of Dream’s moods affecting the weather in the Dreaming. Dream’s paraphrased quote about sleep is from Macbeth. The quote about Morpheus’s eyes “gleaming like twin stars in the sky” is from the comics.

This was partially inspired by Morpheus’s episode of the Dreamcast, which if you haven’t listened to yet I highly recommend it.

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DOMESTIC THINGS WITH…

a/n: tell me why i couldn’t choose between shoto and dabi. since i’m indecisive i copied the same paragraphs but changed some dialogue/ characteristics…so there’s both of them…but same scenario, same outcome <3

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BAKUGO…who is sure to tuck you in when he wakes up early to cover his shift, being considerate enough to use stealthy steps as he makes his way around your shared bedroom. He doesn’t want to wake you, planting his boots against the cool surface of the hardwood floors and leaning over ever so slightly to pull the blanket back over you. He’s gentle, with large and scary hands that move with age, despite him only being in his mid-twenties. He doesn’t look old, no, but the crease between his tinted brows and the frown pulling at his pink lips ages him up by a troublesome amount. It worries you, he knows, after hearing your whispers into the night while you trembled; begged him to stay home because you couldn’t bear losing him…and yet you’d still let him go out the next morning.

You stir, blanketed in sweet dreams that will carry you into the morning. He hopes he’ll be back by then, he hopes to slip back into bed before you wake. To wake up to a cold bed, no longer accompanied by Katsuki’s body heat was an inconvenience in itself. Perhaps the thought opened old wounds, and despite the fact that leaving, even just for patrol, could fill his body with guilt and a bottomless pit of dread, Katsuki leaves. He will return, not just because of his admirable spite, but because he knows you’ll be waiting for him.

So his scarred knuckles brush your cheek, charging warmth across your face with the heat of his skin as he lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. He had a long, unpredictable day ahead of him (a day without you, the last fragments of you being the terribly packed bento you made him).

“It’s not really anything special.” You grumble, embarrassment engraved into your facial features and choppy moments as you place a bedding of cabbage across a sectioned bowl. Katsuki had caught you in the act, watching you hum an obscure tune to yourself while you tried (keyword: tried) to assemble a fresh lunch out of yesterday’s leftovers. To him, it was special. Watching you enjoy your own company, a small smile on your face because you accomplished something. He was still covered in grime, his eyelids thick and heavy with smudged eyeliner and soot— but it didn’t alter the quality of his kiss. He moved from the doorway to your side much quieter than you remembered, leaning over to peck your temple, then the height of your cheekbones, and so on.

It was a shame he couldn’t do that now, but he opts for something else. A kiss to your shoulder, followed by a gentle squeeze that you’ll be sure to feel, even underage weight of slumber (You whisper his name in your sleep, so surely the message got through).

DABI…who catches himself blowing an eyelash off your cheek much too late. He’s whipped, a spider caught in your web, and stuck for years to come. He doesn't seem to mind, running his tongue over the purple skin of his bottom lip as his eyes linger on your cheek. Subconsciously, he wished for something. No matter how much you begged, no matter how many hints you asked for, he wouldn’t budge. Because, truthfully, he wasn’t so sure what he wished for himself. To be near you more? To freeze every moment with you in time, stuck to be replayed and saved whenever he needed to see it, whenever he needed to hear it? Honestly, he was afraid of losing you. Almost as afraid as he was of loving you.

There you are, spilling water all over the place as you spit it back into the sink. Foamy toothpaste drips from your toothbrush, landing on the porcelain surface with a quiet splat. Maybe the sight of you gargling water shouldn’t be this cute, maybe he should be shoving you away and telling you to ‘find your own sink to spit in,’ but the way your eyes glimmer and widen as you silently ask, “What?” has his tongue in knots.

“That’s disgusting.” He settles for instead, despite the warmth growing in his chest when it finally hits him. You’re brushing your teeth together. Like a weird, married couple. It doesn’t feel like a knife is twisting in his gut, not like it would’ve some time ago.

“You’re disgusting” You grin, pearly and radiating the aroma of fresh mint. But he knows you don’t mean it, you would never actually insult his appearance.

(“My ugly mug doesn’t bother you?”

“How could you think of yourself as ugly?”)

You shove him with your hip, watching him stay planted to the ground (he is a powerhouse of a man after all, even if he does appear a bit lanky) with his eyebrows furrowed. You’ve tried to do this before, in fact, countless times that never worked, but it feels different this time. So he does it back, putting most of his weight into his hip as he moves you away from the sink, watching your expression through the mirror. You look happy, undoubtedly happy. And that’s enough for him.

SHOTO…who catches himself blowing an eyelash off your cheek much too late. He’s whipped, a spider caught in your web, stuck for years to come. He doesn't seem to mind, running his tongue over the pale skin of his lips as his eyes linger on your cheek. Subconsciously, he wished for something. No matter how much you begged, no matter how many hints you asked for, he wouldn’t budge. Because, truthfully, he wasn’t so sure what he wished for himself. To be near you more? To freeze every moment with you in time, stuck to be replayed and saved whenever he needed to see it, whenever he needed to hear it? Honestly, he was afraid of losing you. Almost as afraid as he was of loving you.

There you are, spilling water all over the place as you spit it back into the sink. Foamy toothpaste drips from your toothbrush, landing on the porcelain surface with a quiet splat. Maybe the sight of you gargling water shouldn’t be cute, maybe he should be shoving you away and telling you to ‘find your own sink to spit in,’ but the way your eyes glimmer and widen as you silently ask, “What?” has his tongue in knots.

“That’s...gross?” He settles for instead, despite the warmth growing in his chest when it finally hits him. You’re brushing your teeth together. Like a weird, married couple. It doesn’t feel like a knife is twisting in his gut, not like it would’ve some time ago.

“You’re gross.” You grin, pearly and radiating the aroma of fresh mint. But he knows you don’t mean it, you would never actually insult his appearance.

(“My scars don’t disturb you?”

“Why would I ever think that?”)

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Brain and Brawn pt.2

Part 1 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

CW: none

The next day, you were walking down the hall with Mina chatting about random things in English when you noticed Shindo glaring down at Hitoshi as Katsuki caged him against his locker.

“Goddammit,” you sigh, approaching them.

“Isn’t that Yo?” Mina points, “What’re those idiots doing?

Getting closer, you can hear the sliver of conversation.

“—fucking nerd, who’dya think you are?” Yo pushes his shoulder.

“Dude, fuck off,” Hitoshi grumbles. “Leave me alone.”

“Nerdy emo freak,” Katsuki snickers, “Weirdo.”

You grab both of them by the hair, pulling tight, “Hey ladies, what ya up to?”

“Ah fuck, (Y/n)! Let go!” Katsuki tries to smack your hand away, “Jesus (y/n). Ow!”

But you hold fast, smiling at Hitoshi, “Morning, ‘Toshi. What’s up?”

He blinks up at you, “Uh, I’m great…I guess. How’re you?”

“Can’t complain, these idiots bothering you?”

Yo looked at you before glaring at Hitoshi. No way. It can’t be.

“Yeah, but I’m okay now. Thank you.”

“No problem. You two are coming with me. See you later, Toshi!” you grin, dragging Katsuki and Yo away from Hitoshi and his locker.

“Bye,” Mina waves cheerfully and then follows you.

Once you’re out of earshot, you let the two idiots go, “Why you bothering Hitoshi?”

Yo sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes, “Dude rubs me the wrong way.”

“Yeah, no, you’re being a dick. You’ve never talked to or about him before yesterday. Leave him alone.”

“Tch, why do you give a fuck?” Katsuki grunts.

“Cause he’s my friend, dumbass. You aren’t—“ you point at Yo, “So lay off.”

“Yo’s so obviously jealous,” Mina giggles.

“Jealous of what, some little emo freak in eyeliner?”

“First of all, guy-liner is totally hot,” Mina says.

You sigh dreamily, “Yeah.”

“Ugh, whatever. I’m not getting pressed over someone who dyes his hair to match his eyes.”

“Well, I think it looks nice. Also, you’re just mad I dumped your toxic ass.”

“Wha—? No, I’m not, and I dumped you.”

“You blew up my phone for days. I still have your nasty lil snot nose crying voice notes and stupid ‘take me back’ videos” you and Mina laugh as Yo turns bright pink.

“Anyway, Mina and I have English. Stay away from Hitoshi, or I will shove my fists so far up your asses I can pull your teeth out. Got it?”

They grumble out responses.

“Awesome, let’s go Mina.”

“Later losers~.”

Katsuki and Yo watch both of you disappear down the hall towards your classroom.

“Bitch” Katsuki mutters.

“Tell me about it, can’t believe I dated her.”

“Pfft, you were whipped the moment she laid eyes on you during tryouts in sophomore year,” he cackles.

“Shut up. I’m gonna kick that purple-haired freak’s ass!”

“Uh-huh, if we’re done here, I have Physio.”

“Whatever. I’m going to the gym.”

“Sooooo, when’re you gonna tell Hitoshi you don’t actually need help since you’re literally tied with him for valedictorian?” Mina smiles knowingly.

“Never,” you shrug and sit down, “He don’t need to know.”

“Sneaky bitch. Love that for you. And when do you plan on asking him out?”

“Same answer.”

Mina facepalms, “Girl, I love you, but you can’t just drop hints on a clueless guy and expect results.”

“Pfft, who says. It’s all part of my plan. Manifest and wait,” you grin, snapping your fingers.

“Uh-huh….and I’ll be right here when it backfires.”

“It’s not gonna!” You whine, “He’ll catch on eventually….I hope. Oh god what if he does?”

“Then you go and get your man.”

“I’m not good at this type of stuff Mina. What if he thinks I’m weird or I get food stuck in my braces and he thinks I’m gross?!”

“Chill the fuck out. You’re overthinking as usual. This isn’t a game, you don’t have to strategise like you do during games. Just go with the flow.”

“Just go with the flow,” you repeat, “I can do that. I think. No, no, I can’t.”

Mina rolls her eyes, “You sure are fucking stupid for a team captain.”

You make an offended noise, “This stupid team captain has won every game she’s been in, including when I was starting out. Sorry I can’t express my feelings.”

Mina pats you on the back, “It’s okay, we’re all a lil stupid.”

You stick your tongue out at her before grabbing your notebook as the professor walks in.

“Toshiiiiiii~” you squeal as you run up to him as he closes his locker.

“Huh? Oh h—AH! (Y/n), p-put me down!” he stammers when you pick him up in a bear hug, face erupting in fuschia.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”

“(Y/n)! Thank you…now, why’d you thrash me around like that?” “Look!”

Frantically waving a piece of paper in his face, he flinches before taking it out of your hands. “You got a hundred on your Kinetics test. I’m glad my tutoring helped you. Good job. I’m proud of you.”

Your cheeks warm up. You’re used to people praising you all the time after games or practice but coming from him makes your stomach all light and airy.

“Maybe we should go out and celebrate…me and you.”

“Celebrate?”

“Mhm, we can watch a movie or something. Get some food too?”

Hitoshi looks a bit skeptical, and it makes you nervous, “I mean, we don’t have to.”

“No, it's cool. I’ve just never been asked out before” Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck shyly, “Sure, I’d like to.”

Smiling at him, you pull him in for another hug, careful not to make him uncomfortable but secretly fist-pumping.

“I’ll text you,” you ruffle his hair before making your way to your locker. “Bye.”

Hitoshi watched you walk away as he fixed his hair as a hyperactive blonde made his way over.

“Hey, Hito. Whatcha doing?” Denki eagerly asks, snapping the purple-haired man out of his gaze.

“I uh…I just got asked out…."

“Aw man. I thought you liked (Y/n).”

“I do…she’s the one who asked me.”

“You’re lying.”

“No. She’s gonna text me.”

“You don’t have her number.”

“Yeah I do. She gave me her number to tutor her.”

“You’re tutoring her?!

“Yeah? Why?”

Denki looked at his friend as if he had grown a second head before shaking his own. “Nevermind. Good luck, man.”

“Thanks, Denki.”

#bonnie.writes #bnha x black!reader #shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #shinso x black reader #mha collab

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Little Witch - Part 25

The Darkling x Reader

The black kefta hung from the tent hook elegantly, its blue thread glistening in the rays of the morning sun. The night had been swept away from you in the blink of an eye with the bright light peeking into the tent like an unwelcome guest. The big bed was also empty, Aleksander's side cold and vacant with no trace of his signature warmth. His scent still lingered though, the thick sheet soaking in his presence as much as you.

The kefta felt particularly heavy as you lifted it around your shoulders and clasped its belt around your waist. You would be boarding the skiff any minute now ready to play along with whatever plan Aleksander had. Truth be told, you would follow him to the ends of the earth and back. He was your silent stone to lean on, the shoulder you wanted to cry on. His company brought comfort and security to you that nobody else had ever given you, not your parents or siblings, nobody. Whether that be plainly down to Merzost or your love for him, you didn't know and didn't care.

'promise me you'll run and hide'

Aleksander wasn't selfless or humanitarian, he always put his life goal ahead of everyone, ahead of you. But this time he was begging you to run, to save yourself if something happened. But what could possibly happen on the skiff of all places? The words were meant to be reassuring no doubt, but they felt like a goodbye and that hurt. It's just a normal skiff journey to Novokribirsk you kept telling yourself despite that daunting dread pooling in your stomach.

Alina had arrived not long ago, his signature black carriage carrying the cuffed Sun-Summoner and bringing her to her tent. You hadn't yet had time to see her, so now you walked with determined haste, ready to give her a piece of your mind as you whipped the tent flap opened.

She stood dressed in a black gown still void of a black kefta no doubt, her hair neatly styled in a regal updo with glittering jewels hanging from a golden chain. But that wasn't what caught your eye, it was the Stag antler sticking out from her collarbone, the skin red and irritated. Her usually expressive face was blank, no emotion visible on her pale skin. Despite her state, you could basically feel the buzz of her power from where you stood. The amplifier was doing its job.

Her eyes found yours with a sharp glare and anger flooded her whole being. With her quick demeanor change came the clenching of her fists and a slight spark of light, small and pathetic you thought, does she not have an amplifier?

'You betrayed me' She stood up and took a couple steps towards you so you did the same, coming face to face with the living saint.

'I did no such thing. Now sit down before you hurt yourself' You seethed and she faltered, sitting down with a defeated sigh.

'Are you here to take my light too like he did? I'm sure there's enough to go around.... you know if you'd have asked me and told me everything then this never would have happened.'

'What are you talking about Alina?' Your angry expression shifted into one of slight confusion at her words.

'Don't act like you didn't know. I know you're not innocent, Baghra told me as much.'

'Don't listen to a word that wrench says.'

'Then who can I trust? Huh? You? Aleksander?' She threw her hands up in desperation and leaned her head back against the wall. ''I can't trust anyone, only Mal....but his life is being held over my head like a bargaining chip.' Her voice broke toward the end of the sentence but she recovered, squaring her shoulders and looking ahead at the tent wall again. 'Even though I can't physically to anything, you two still have your insurance don't you?'

'You need to stop speaking in riddles Alina, the Apparat has rubbed off on you too much.' At his mention, her eyes squinted at you in anger, seemingly aware of his situation back in Os Alta.

'Riddles? Do you prefer lies?'

'No. I choose to omit the truth and say what one wants to hear.'

'I would know'

'Why do you keep saying we took your light? We gave you the Stag' You circle back to her previous accusation, not caring for her petty allegation.

'No, he took my light with the Stag. I can't do anything, nothing. He took it all and is using it against me. Just like you told him to right?' You pause, what.

'Excuse me?' You stared at the girl incredulously. Aleksander did what? 'Alina if you are lying to me I will burn Malyen to a mere ember.'

'Don't you think I would have done something to you right now?' Her voice sneers at you with a poison you've never heard from her before but then it softens to a pitiful infliction. 'Did you not know?'

'Of course I didn't!' You shoot up out of the chair, knocking it over in the process. She just accused Aleksander of taking her Grisha power, of stripping her from the one thing the Saints gave her, light. What you did was nothing compared to this, you never took it all, that would be immoral, sinful. But he did.

'I was wondering why you didn't just take it yourself, I mean you wouldn't need the Stag in the first place.' Because he didn't trust me enough that's why I didn't do it.

'How did he do it?' You stared impatiently at her, your feet feeling restless and your whole body on edge. The anger started to bubble in your gut, slowly raging fire throughout your body.

'He had David use Merzost to join us together using the Stag antlers. He took everything from me. I swear.' She looked petrified, broken. It made sense now why you could feel the power and she couldn't use it, why the antlers didn't quite fit around her collarbone, they didn't belong there. 'How do I fix this?'

Her pleading eyes stared into yours, begging for a solution you didn't have. You turned your head away, deep in rageful thoughts when a loud voice echoed over the rest, she could be lying. This was Alina Starkov after all, she could very well be lying about it all. But it would fit with Aleksander's hints here and there, his need for your validity of loyalty. It made sense.

You once again looked to her, eyes glaring into her own, and whispered with honesty 'I don't know.'

Just as you said aloud your sorrowful admission, the tent flap opened with a whoosh and the man himself entered donning his signature poker face. You took your steps backward, silently excusing yourself from the situation. You could feel his inquisitive stare on you but you ignored it, instead opting to quickly look at his hand. Saints. There, embedded into his hand was a bone fragment of the Stag. You bit down the gasp of horror and clenched your fists. How did I not see it yesterday?

You averted your eyes to Alina's once again and gave an almost missable nod and left.

What in Saint's name is he going to do and how can I find out before my conscience gets the better of me?

*****

You stared at the skiff and watched as the foreign diplomats boarded, each with a slight sheen on their brow. The Fold was an exhausting fear, one children and adults alike shared.

You looked to your left and spotted Aleksander and his troop of Grisha heading your way. While he spoke to Alina, you chose to stand alone and think, think of all the ways right now could go wrong. There were too many possibilities to count.

As the sea of keftas got closer, you walked on board, ignoring once again the look shot your way by Aleksander and Zoya alike.

Your steps were loud in your ears as your feet dragged on the wooden deck. Your head was still swirling with thoughts and scenarios, Aleksander being at the forefront of all of them. Why did he not tell me? Why is he doing this? What is he doing? It was a never ending turmoil.

The whirlwind of your mind was momentarily broken by the movement out of the corner of your eye. Alina was being chained to the deck, all freedom diminished. Aleksander stood behind her, unclasping her cloak to reveal a stunning golden kefta. You could see their lips moving and you could hear their voices, but your brain refused to process anything. You were shell-shocked, your eyes glued to his hand and the antler sticking out of it.

The skiff moved and jostled from side to side on the sands, the Squallers raising the winds to fill the sails. He dropped his hand but your eyes followed its movements. They flicked a sliver of light momentarily and you swore your stomach turned over and inside out. He must have felt your burning gaze on him because he looked up and searched for the target of your stare but it still wasn't enough to break your eyeline.

He appeared at your side suddenly , the same hand reaching for yours but you moved away on instinct. He moved to in front of you, gripping your chin up and forcing you to meet his eyes. They were cold and disconnected, like they usually were when he was deep in his revenge plans. It scared you, it always did.

'Why didn't you tell me?' You said calmy depsite the storm in your mind.

'It's for the best' He whispered, thumb carassing your cheek.

You roughly shoved his hand aside and walked away, choosing instead to stand next to Alina. You could sense her power on him but you could also hear the Merzost aspect calling out to you, begging to be taken into your grasp.

Before Alina had a moment to register your presense, the skiff entered the glorious sands of the Fold. As the shadows wafted in your hair and loomed between your fingers like water, your worries dissapeared and your head cleared. Your lungs breathed the familiar air in and out, spreading the feeling of home throughout your body.

Your eyes shut on their own accord, basking in the Unsea feeling as long as you could manage before all hell broke loose.

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Part 26

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Taglist (tell me if you want to be added to the Little Witch taglist!!) @theonelittleone @searching-for-gallifrey @0-artemis @lostysworld @xceafh @fire-in-her-veinz @patdsinner33 @cleverzonkwombatsludge @wizardwheezes @aleksanderwh0r3 @tomhollandisabae @hotleaf-juice @justmesadgirl @exo-1204 @houseofdupree @oberonpascal @eireduchess @lunas1x1 @adoringb @grisha-of-shadow-bone @rosiethefairy @carlywhomever @allisjustok @keepdaydreamingbb @luciadiosa @azkahanif

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