#last night i got my laptop out to write something completely different. immediately fell asleep with it in my lap.

[scionshtola]

with certainty

summary: Corisande was forced to heal her own injuries following their battle in Cape Westwind. Y'shtola is none too impressed with the job they did. pairing: Corisande Ymir/Y'shtola Rhul (pre-relationship) word count: 1666 | read on ao3 notes: everything about healing in here i made up. and supplemented with things i saw on grey's anatomy. sorry in advance. and spoilers for the end of ARR. [divider credit]

Behind Corisande, Castrum Meridianum loomed in the distance, the glow of its shields bright against the night sky. Before them, the Alliance troops prepared for the next phase of Operation Archon, spurred on by their successes at the other Garlean outposts thus far. Corisande watched them work, running here and there, voices blending with the sounds of weapons being tended.

If all went well, the troops in front of her would engage the Garlean forces outside while Corisande snuck into the stronghold and disabled its magitek shield generator. If it did not go well, if Corisande let down all of the brave people before her, those willing to risk their lives on the misplaced hope that she succeeded—

They shut their eyes, pushing the thought away. There was always a way for things to go wrong. Now was not the time to dwell on the possibilities.

“Ah, there is our Warrior of Light.”

Searing hot metal closed over Corisande’s wrist. Rhitahtyn sas Arvina stood over them, yanked the chain that linked them and sent them stumbling toward him. She dug her heels into the ground, struggling for purchase in the mud and the grass, churned together by his relentless attacks. It was no use. He was far bigger than them, far more prepared for battle in close quarters, and the manacle on their wrist was blisteringly hot. Pain greater than any they had ever felt before radiated through their arm. She needed distance, needed time to cast, needed her hands free—

“Corisande,” he sneered down at her. Around them, the battlefield was ablaze, flames licking their body as they continued to struggle. She aimed her grimoire at his head, tried to shove him away, anything to create the time and space to cast a spell. If I can just summon Titan… “Are you well?”

They blinked, and the flames receded. The manacle fell from their wrist, leaving behind a phantom pain, as if their skin had been scalded all over again—but it did not truly hurt, not anymore. They had made sure of it.

“Corisande?” Y’shtola’s voice broke through the haze of imagined pain. Where Rhitahtyn towered over her a moment ago, Y’shtola stood peering up at her, her fingers wrapped loosely around their wrist.

“I’m fine,” they answered, and tried to cover the suspiciously quick response with a smile. She tugged her arm free, the tips of Y’shtola’s fingers trailing along the back of her hand, and let it fall to her side, fighting against the urge to cradle it protectively against her chest.

Unsurprisingly, Y’shtola did not seem convinced. She trained her gaze on them, unwavering, concern evident in her bright teal eyes, and reached for their arm again. She took it with a practiced hand, pushing their sleeve back to reveal the web of mottled scars encircling their wrist, a wide, morbid bracelet, the tendrils of which stretched across the back of their hand. 

“When did this happen?” Her touch was firm but gentle as she turned their arm over, examining the scarring from all sides. 

Corisande hesitated, reluctant to do or say anything that might distract from the next phase of the mission. Reluctant to relive the pain in the retelling of it. But she has kept little from Y’shtola in the course of their friendship and as much as she wished not to speak of it, she did not wish to hide it from her either. 

 “A few bells ago,” they finally admitted. “At Cape Westwind. I am afraid I got a little too close to my adversary.”

“A few bells...” Y’shtola prodded at the scars, her eyes narrowing when Corisande did not react. She turned their hand over and skimmed her fingers along the inside of their wrist, brushing the singed edges of what was left of their wrist wrappings. They had not found a moment to replace them since the battle, swept from one task to the next as they were.

“Pray, which healer is responsible for this remarkably poor work?” The sharpness of her words contrasted the gentle hold she kept on their arm. “I should like to have a word with them. A burn so deep as this one appears to have been would take hours to heal properly.”

Corisande would laugh, if it did not feel like so much work. If her skin did not itch, did not feel stretched taut over her bones, fragile and paper thin, at war with the ironic spark of warmth blooming in her chest. Still, that Y’shtola should take such immediate offense to the shoddy quality of care they received was enough to bring a small, fond smile to their face. If only they had someone else to blame. “I will keep that in mind for next time.”

Y’shtola’s eyes widened, gaze flicking between their face and their scar. “You healed yourself?” she asked, at once both incredulous and irritated. “Reforming the layers of skin, repairing the nerves, not to mention the debridement—the pain would have been excruciating. Even more so if not given time to rest between stages. Why did you not come to me?”

Corisande had hardly been able to take two steps after defeating Rhitahtyn, the pain had been so overwhelming. They had tried—one foot in front of the other, just until they reached the others, but they hardly knew where they were going, the pain blinding them to everything around them. Every step had jostled their arm, lightning bolts of pain emanating from their wrist. She’d held her arm to her chest, but every brush of her open wound against her clothes had set her wrist aflame all over again. It had been impossible to think straight.

They had only meant to heal it enough that they could think about something else. Anything else. But Y’shtola was right—the pain of healing had been excruciating, so much so she could hardly keep her eyes open to watch. But she had. She’d watched as the seared bits of her gloves fell from the wound, grit her teeth as the skin began to reform. They had meant to stop, meant to leave the rest until they could find a real healer—until they could find Y’shtola.

But they had never had much control over their healing, had always neglected the study of it for the more interesting act of summoning. She could hardly tell what she was doing, her own cries ringing in her ears, unwilling tears blurring her vision. It had been hard to see, so hard to think about anything but the pain—until there was no pain at all.

“I only meant to make it bearable,” Corisande answered, meeting Y’shtola’s gaze. Her expression flickered, melting from a borderline scowl into softer concern as she looked into their eyes. It lasted only a moment, and then she dropped her gaze to their wrist once more. She prodded at it with cool fingers, then pressed hard against their skin, almost a pinch, pursing her lips when Corisande gasped.

“‘Tis not the prettiest work, but your nerves are intact,” she said neutrally, and let their arm drop to their side.

“You could have just asked.” Corisande rubbed her wrist, though she could not quite hide her amusement at Y’shtola’s straightforward approach. In fact, she found something rather comforting in her lack of gentle bedside manner.

 “Had you proper knowledge of healing magicks, there would be far less scarring,” Y’shtola continued, as if Corisande had not spoken. “But we must make do with what talents we have on the battlefield. That you have healed is of greater import than the manner in which it was done.”

“Come to me should you need any further healing,” she added, in a tone that brooked no argument from Corisande, then narrowed her eyes at them. “But do not expect that I will let you get away with subpar healing forever. A mage of your skill should know how to properly heal themself.”

The laugh that Corisande had struggled to produce moments ago burst easily from her lips now. “I look forward to your lessons, Master Y’shtola.”

Y’shtola smiled, pleased, a touch of mischief in her eyes, and Corisande’s heart swelled with affection, an answering grin forming on their lips. Until Y’shtola’s eyes darted over their shoulder, at the fortress still looming over them, returning to the forefront of their mind all the worries that had fallen to the side when she had first touched them. 

“I would prefer that you rest, but there is still work to be done,” Y’shtola said, staring up at Castrum Meridianum with steel in her eyes. Corisande turned to face the fortress, and for a moment they stood side by side in silence, contemplating the task before them. One more step on the path to Eorzean liberation.

Y’shtola grasped Corisande’s hand. This time she did not look away when their eyes met, and instead returned their gaze with an assurance in her eye that calmed them. “I will see you when you return, Corisande,” she said, giving their hand a comforting squeeze before slipping away to resume her duties amongst the troops.

Corisande took one last look at the looming castrum and let the sound of the battle preparations taking place behind her wash over her. The fate of Eorzea, of everyone behind them, very likely rested on their shoulders. The thought was nearly enough to send them running for the forest they had come from. 

Instead, she turned toward the crowd of people working behind her. Cid was somewhere amongst them, beginning the preparations for the infiltration, and it was past time she sought him out to assist. 

They worked their way through the encampment, a certainty rising within them as they walked. Y’shtola was right—they would see each other again. They were as sure of it as Y’shtola seemed to be herself. 

And they found, suddenly, that they could bear anything, so long as they had that to hold on to.

[bellesowl]

kiss and make up

- multiple characters 

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip 

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

-

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face. 

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. 

-

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?” 

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you. 

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish. 

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-” 

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

-

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

[annab-nana]

Love Her  - Colby Brock

Based on “Love Her” by the Jonas Brothers, it’s a series of little stories of the ups and downs of a relationship with Colby.

A/N: I loved writing this. It was a new style for me and I kinda dig it, so if y’all wanna request more song fics, that would be great.

Requested by an amazing anon 💙

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 1.9k+

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Drive me crazy, make me mental

No other buttons she can push

“What are you doing?” you asked Colby for the third time. You had spaced out the times you had asked him pretty well, but you were honestly just bored and wanted to snuggle up to him and watch a movie or something. However, you laid in his bed alone. He was in bed with you earlier, but when he left to go to the bathroom, he sprawled out on the couch instead. You wanted to get up and lay with him there but sensed some sort of tension, so you stayed put. Y’all had been on your phones the whole time, but he had recently switched to his laptop and you wanted to know why.

“The same thing I was doing earlier, y/n. Work stuff,” he let out with a huff. Maybe he was stressed or maybe he was tired of you. You didn’t know, but you felt bad for being there. You walked into his bathroom to use it for a minute before entering his room again and plopping down on the bed. Since you were bored and Colby didn’t seem to be available, you got on TikTok but made sure you turned your volume down a lot so it wouldn’t bother him, but he somehow still heard it.

“Do you want to go home? I can take you home if you want,” Colby offered, but by the tone of his voice, it came out slightly harsher than he intended. You paused your video and tried to stop the tears that sprung into your eyes. He is just a little stressed. That’s it. It’s not your fault, y/n. He’s not mad at you. You told yourself.

“Do you want me to go home, Colby? It sounds like you don’t want me here,” You stated sternly as you fought back the tears and sat up on the bed. His eyes met yours and immediately softened when he saw your expression. He walked over to you and sat next to your figure.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just got a lot to do today and haven’t had the time to spend with you that I should have. I thought I’d have more time when I invited you, but stuff came up. I’m sorry, sweetheart. Let me finish up a few more things and then I’m all yours, okay?” He asked as he brought his fingers to your chin to direct your face to look at his. Lightly, you nodded your head and gave him a small smile. He planted a chaste kiss to your cheek before finishing up the last of his work things for the day.

One second she’s Miss Sentimental

Then she’s afraid she’s said too much

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Colby asked after he noticed you had not said much in a while, which is very unlike you. You were normally quite the chatterbox, but he didn’t mind it. You laid with your back against his chest in one of the blue lounge chairs that sat by the pool. You and Colby always loved to go out and look at the stars, and lately, this was your favorite spot to do so.

“Just thinking,” you whispered as you gazed at a particular star that was twinkling brightly in its spot in the endless darkness of the wide open sky.

“What about, princess?” He pressed and you smiled as you looked up at him.

“Remember when we first did this?” You questioned and he hummed in response. You continued on with the story of how Colby had driven you to a place out on the edge of the city that had a lookout where you could see Los Angeles and all of its beauty. You two stayed there that night, looking at the beautiful view of the large city and all of the stars that inhabited the sky.

“And then we accidentally fell asleep for a bit and woke up and saw that it was almost morning time and watched the sunrise.” You finished the lengthy story before hearing Colby’s chuckle reverberate in his chest beneath your head.

“You know you can tell me to shut up sometimes. I know that I talk a good bit,” You muttered as you turned your attention back to the flickering lights that were sprinkled throughout the dark space above.

“Now, why would I do that? I love to listen to you and to hear your voice.” His words warmed your heart and you placed a kiss to his arm that was wrapped around you.

Opposites attract and we’re the living proof of this

But I keep comin’ back like a magnet

“You and y/n are so different. So, the people want to know how you two make things work? Do you ever get annoyed or tired of or angry with the other?” the interviewer asked Colby after Sam got finished with a question about him and Kat.

“Well, in every relationship, you get aggravated with the other. Sometimes, you get angry, and sometimes, you need your space. You can ask any of our friends and you can ask Sam. Y/n and I are complete opposites.” Colby pauses as Sam nods his head and agrees.

“But I think that’s the beauty of us and our relationship. I am extremely focused on work and am very deep and emotional and I get upset more than she does. She is so bubbly and happy all the time. She’s carefree and loves everything. I don’t think there is one thing that she hates. She’s like a light in my kinda dark life and I love that about her. And I like to think I help her when she has feelings like sadness that she isn’t used to feeling. You know what they say. Opposites attract,” he finished with a slight chuckle.

Cause when you love her, no matter the fight

“Ugh! I’m not having this argument anymore,” you huffed as you grabbed a pillow and blanket from Colby’s bed.

“Where are you going?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed and voice annoyed.

“To the movie room. I can’t stay up here with you tonight and I don’t want to get an uber home. You want to be alone, then alone you’ll be,” you spat before slamming his door shut and trudging down the steps until you reached the room you would be staying in for the night. You picked one of the couches that sat in the far back and laid your pillow down on it before laying down and snuggling into the blanket.

You know she’s always right, and it’s alright

You stayed cuddled into the blanket and facing the red wall when you heard the door open. You refused to turn around to see who it was, knowing it was probably him and pretended to be asleep.

“I know you’re not asleep, princess,” He whispered as you felt the couch dip near your feet where he sat, and his hand rubbed gently against your legs.

“It’s kind of hard to go to sleep when a certain asshole won’t leave me alone. Isn’t that what you said? That you wanted to be left alone? I left you alone and look where you are now,” You grumbled before turning away from him again.

“Hey, it’s just been a day for me, okay? You know I like to be alone to-”

“Recharge. I know, but I leave you alone a lot because I know that. I just don’t like it when you invite me over here to hang out then you shut me out, so I have to ask what’s wrong and then you blow up like you did earlier. I am scared that if I leave you alone anymore and if when we’re together and you act like that, then we won’t last very long. I love you, Colby. I really do, but I don’t know how much longer I can sit here and wonder what you’re thinking,” You finished your speech as you watched him nod in agreement and his hand continued to run up and down your leg soothingly.

“You’re right. I need to tell you how I feel so that things like that don’t happen again and I won't leave you wondering. But just don’t leave me alone when you think I need to be left alone. Leave me alone when I tell you I need to be because I want to think that you’re giving me space because I need it, not because you don’t like me anymore,” he confessed.

“You thought I was leaving because I didn’t like you anymore?” You snapped your head in his direction when he said that, and your eyes softened in his gaze. He nodded gently and you sat up, wrapping your arms around him.

“No, baby. I was just trying to give you the space I thought you wanted. This is why you need to tell me how you’re feeling so things like this don’t get mixed up,” you whispered in his ear. He pulled away from you and nodded his head in agreement.

“Let’s go upstairs, yeah?” He asked and you smiled before grabbing the pillow and blanket and following him up the stairs.

And they say love can hurt but seein’ her smile

Will get you every time, yeah, every time

Colby watched you from across the room. He stood in the kitchen and you sat at the table a bit away. He was deep in other thoughts that seemed to get him down, but he saw you bust out into a fit of laughter at something Aryia said. You and Tara both found his words to be quite hilarious and could not get your giggles to cease. The sound of it was like music to his ears and made the corners of his lips turn up slightly before the thoughts in his own head brought him down again.

A little while later, you hopped off the chair and waltzed into the kitchen to get another slice of pizza for both you and Jake. You reached for a plate and went to the pizza box before noticing that Colby was staring at you.

“Like what you see?” you giggled as you met his eye. He smiled a little, but it was one of the smallest smiles you had ever seen from him. You knew something was wrong. After pulling two slices of pepperoni pizza out and sliding them onto your plate, you went over to him and looked him right in the eye, searching as if you would find an answer in his baby blues that he was trying to tell you.

“You okay? What’s wrong? Why are you in here alone?” You spewed the string of questions and he shook his head.

“I’m fine. I’m just… chilling,” he muttered, but you didn’t buy it. You slipped your hand in his and tugged at it, pulling him to the table.

“Come on,” you smiled up at him and he thought his knees would buckle underneath at the beautiful sight.

“I made Sam get stuffed crust pizza just for you, so you better grab a slice and come hang out with your friends and girlfriend. You feel better, I promise.” He sighed before nodding and doing what he was told.

“Only because I love you,” He whispered under his breath, causing you to turn around and quirk an eyebrow.

“What was that?” He shook his head as he laughed.

“Nothing princess.”

Because you love her

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

Promise Rings

Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Nicole Blake

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Nicole has a surprise for Mycroft

A/N: Two Mycroft fics in one day??? I had to write this, I love the idea so much. Once again a big thank you to @thatghoulboi for helping me with the idea!

Climbing up the steps of 221B, Nicole held the small Tupperware container of oatmeal raisin cookies tightly in her hands. It was customary at this point that every time she arrived at the flat she would bring some type of baked good. John enjoyed it, he actually had something to eat because of that. The fridge only ever seemed to be in use for Sherlock’s experiments. Speaking of the detective…

“Hey boys,” Nicole greeted when she reached their flat. Before John could greet her, she handed him the container of cookies.

His eyes lit up a little. “Ooh, biscuits. Thank you, Nicole,” he told her as he took them into the kitchen.

She shook her head and laughed at his reaction before looking at Sherlock who was on his laptop. “I need a favor from you. So I–”

“You’re going to propose to Mycroft,” Sherlock practically announced.

Her face grew bright red as her hand reached into her coat pocket. “What? No! I’m not proposing.” She gripped the ring box in her pocket.

“Good, neither of you are ready for it anyway,” Sherlock told her.

“Excuse me?” Nicole snapped. She shook her head. “I’m going to forget you said that.” Pulling out the ring box, she stepped over to the desk and opened it. Inside were two different sized gold rings, one intended for her and the other for Mycroft. “I’m not proposing, I’m–”

“Are those rings?” John asked, walking out of the kitchen with a cookie in each hand.

“Yes,” Nicole huffed in frustration, eyes trained on Sherlock. “These are promise rings. I need to hide these in your flat.”

“Why here?” Sherlock asked, finally looking over. He silently accepted the cookie offered by John.

“Because Mycroft knows me too well and he’ll know if I’ve hidden something in the house. It’ll ruin the surprise! I know he won’t look for it but what if he finds them like he did his birthday gift?” Nicole explained.

“Hiding it under the bed was dreadfully obvious though. It’s an easy to find hiding spot, so simple even Mycroft could find it. Which he did.” Sherlock took a bite of the cookie.

Nicole glared at him before closing the ring box. “I’m not asking you to keep them forever. Just until I can figure out the perfect way to give them to him. Please, guys?”

“I don’t think it’ll be a problem,” John told her. He held out his hand and she placed the ring box in his palm. “I can hide them after you leave so you don’t have to worry about knowing where they are.”

“I’d appreciate that so much!” Nicole grinned, reaching up to pat his cheek. “Thanks John!”

“What do the engravings say?” Sherlock asked her, attention back on his computer.

“It’s–it’s just our initials.” She replied. She hated when he deduced stuff in front of her. She’d never get used to it.

Sherlock hummed at the answer. “Figures. You’re sentimental like that.” He popped the last bite of the cookie in his mouth.

Nicole rolled her eyes. “Just please don’t tell Mycroft about the rings.” She headed for the stairs before calling over her shoulder. “Oh, and next time I’ll bring a variety of cookies!”

“Oh, yes please,” John smiled as she disappeared down the stairs.

It was a month before Nicole knew how she wanted to surprise Mycroft. In that time it was obvious her mind was preoccupied, that she was stressed over something. Mycroft wasn’t sure what, and any time he asked her about the strange behavior she’d brush it off, saying she was just trying to meet her deadline. That wasn’t a complete lie, she did have a deadline coming up. But it wasn’t the cause of her stress.

It was late at night, well past midnight, when Nicole realized what she was going to do to surprise him. Mycroft had been asleep in bed beside her, and carefully without waking him, she pulled her phone from the drawer of her bedside table and unlocked it. She immediately texted Sherlock, letting him know that she was stopping by the flat to pick up the rings as soon as Mycroft left for work in the morning. She also informed Sherlock that she might need his help keeping Mycroft occupied. Nicole didn’t wait for a response as she set the phone back in the drawer and closed it before settling down to go to sleep.

When the morning came, the routine went as usual. Well, almost.

Mycroft had been surprised when Nicole jumped into the shower along with him, typically she didn’t shower until mid-day if she had nowhere to go, or in the afternoon after dinner. A morning shower was odd. But she claimed to want to get it out of the way and that she was going to the store after he left for work—ingredients for a new dish she wanted to try out.

After the shower was breakfast. Now that went by normally. When breakfast was finished and it was nearing 7am, Nicole gave Mycroft a kiss goodbye and watched him leave for work. She waited 10 minutes before calling a taxi and heading to Bakerstreet.

Arriving at 221B, Nicole asked John for the ring box. He happily left to grab it from his bedroom while Nicole focused her attention on Sherlock.

“I’m going to need your help,” she explained, sitting in John’s chair across from Sherlock. “I need you to keep Mycroft busy this afternoon.”

“For how long?” Sherlock asked.

“Until I’m ready with the surprise. I’ll text you and let you know. Just do anything to keep him from coming home.” She said as John walked back into the room. He handed her the ring box as she stood, and Nicole placed it in her pocket. Thanking John, she looked back at Sherlock. “For once, I’m asking you to be his annoying little brother who knows how to inconvenience him.”

A smirk came over Sherlock when she said that. “Oh this will be fun.”

After getting everything she needed at the store, Nicole came home and hid the ring box in a kitchen drawer for safe keeping. Then her plan began.

First was the cake. It was just a plain yellow cake, but icing it was going to take longer than she wanted so she started with the cake. By the time the cake was finished, it was close to 10am. She set it on the counter island to cool before looking up the recipe she had selected for dinner. She studied it over lunch, taking in every last detail so it would be perfect. When she finished lunch, she took the icing and iced the cake. It was simple, chocolate icing between the 3 layers and vanilla icing on top. It took a while, but once the cake was fully iced Nicole put it in the fridge. When she noticed the time was just past 5pm, she texted Sherlock to start distracting Mycroft. She wasn’t sure how well it would work, but she knew Sherlock wouldn’t leave his brother alone so easily.

Making dinner was the difficult part in Nicole’s opinion. It seemed simple on paper but she was nervous about messing it up. It was shrimp pasta with sun-dried tomatoes and a cream sauce. Hardly simple in practice, but she persevered through it. Her hair had been tied back in a short ponytail and she practically danced through the kitchen grabbing ingredients or utensils needed. When she knew she could be ready before Mycroft would get home, she texted Sherlock and let him know his job was over. That was a little after 6pm.

Rushing upstairs to get changed, Nicole wondered how badly Sherlock annoyed Mycroft. She hoped he wasn’t in too bad of a mood. Once changed into the green dress she wore on their first date, the dress she knew Mycroft loved to see her wear, she rushed back down to the kitchen. She plated the meals, even setting out a basket of bread rolls she had made the day prior. She poured two glasses of water for them both, and Nicole knew where Mycroft kept the bottle of wine for special occasions. She didn’t drink, but she got out a wine glass and poured him some. Once the table was set, she rushed to the hallway and waited near the front door for Mycroft to come home.

She didn’t have to wait too long, however, as within a few minutes she heard the door unlock and watched silently as he entered the house.

“I’m sorry for being late, dear. I had to deal with my brother—he took my bloody phone,” Mycroft rambled as he pulled off his coat and set down his umbrella. When he finally looked at her, he was surprised to see her dressed up.

She smiled softly at him. “I hope Sherlock didn’t bother you too much. I just needed him to distract you until I was ready.”

Mycroft furrowed his brows as she walked towards him. “Ready for what?”

Nicole stopped in front of him and took his hand in hers, leading him to the dining room. Teasingly she replied, “I thought you knew everything, darling. You haven’t deduced it yet?”

He hummed in thought. “You have news.”

She lifted his hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “That comes after dinner.”

“Later then,” he nodded.

Leading him to the dining room, Mycroft was surprised and delighted to see the dinner on the table. She pressed another kiss to his hand before they took their seats. Dinner went by slowly, but neither minded. It was nice to be in each other’s presence, discussing how their days went. A comforting silence fell over the couple, and when the meals were finished Nicole could feel the knot in her stomach. She took the empty plates to the kitchen, pushing Mycroft gently back into his seat when he insisted on helping.

“I have something for you,” she told him, her voice a little shaky with nerves.

He sat patiently and waited for her to come back. Nicole put the plates in the sink before getting the ring box from the drawer and heading back to the dining room. She took her seat once again and slowly set the ring box down on the table. Carefully she opened it to reveal the rings.

Nervously she cleared her throat. “I wanted something to show our commitment to each other.” She watched Mycroft’s face for a reaction, her leg anxiously bouncing under the table.

He raised a brow. “Promise rings?”

The indifference in his voice made her even more nervous. She jumped into a rambling explanation behind her decision.

“I thought they would be nice to have since we’re sort of in that in-between stage of the relationship where we’ve been together for a while and are obviously committed, but not ready for marriage yet. So I just thought they would be a nice way of showing our dedication to the relationship and each other. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to, or if you think it’s silly we can forget the whole thing entirely.”

He took her hand gently and smiled softly. “Nicole, this is a lovely, thoughtful gesture, and I will gladly wear it.”

She squeezed his hand for a moment before pulling away to take out the ring intended for him. “Which hand do you want it on? Do you want me to put it on you or is that too sappy?”

Mycroft shook his head and held out his left hand for her. She gently slipped the ring onto his ring finger before giving him her left hand and allowing him to do the same. Once the ring was on, he squeezed her hand gently. Nicole squeezed back, a loving grin on her face.

“I love you, Mycroft.”

He pulled her in gently and kissed her. “I love you too.”

After a moment of sitting there, something dawned on her. “What if people mistake these for wedding rings?” She asked.

“Then let them,” he replied.

Nicole gave him a shy smile and kissed him softly. “Do you want some dessert?”

Mycroft hummed against her lips. “I wouldn’t mind some.”

“I’ll go get a slice of cake then, darling,” she told him as she stood. Pressing a kiss to his temple, she left to get a slice of cake for them to share.

[koushisatori]

Anniversary

First of all: If you happen to stumble across this, please cut me some slack and be gentle with me. English is not my mother tongue, and on top of that, I got rusty by procrastinating everything (literally) for the last half-year (*μ_μ) I am apologizing in advance if something is weirdly written.

This is also my first ever piece of fanfiction, so I have to get used to that to :(( So if you got ideas or anything, I’ll gladly try to fulfill your wishes to simultaneously improve my writing.

Hmm, is there anything else? I hope not, and if there is, I’ll add it !! 

tendou x f!reader

genre: small bit of angst, fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

note: /

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usually, your relationship with Tendou is smooth sailing, both of you decided to take the step of moving in together relatively early, exceeding the common couples limit by not only doing this barely a year into your relationship but doing so in a different country far from your family and friends

(both of you learning french together to survive a new life in an absolutely foreign country...however, the first months of grocery shopping were disastrous ) 

you both became a couple in your last year at Shiratorizawa, surprising absolutely....well,...no one, honestly

every person just seeing a moment of your interactions with each other would have guessed that you already were dating

Tendou and you were the embodiment of being disgustingly in love - like people see you and feel  s i n g l e wanting to have what you two obviously found with the other

(SemiSemi, to this day, shudders violently thinking about how he caught you two making out in the storage room a week after Tendou finally confessed to you <3) 

anyway

while Tendou followed his dream of becoming a chocolatier, you began to study - enter: stress

after finishing his required training he got a job at a high-class factory (everything his handmade and super expensive?? You’re just so lucky to be his better half and get to taste his creations for free)

they value his skills and invest in him to become better, but that also means that his time for you shrank even more

you understood that, of course, and it's not like you didn’t spend a lot of your times crouching over books either with being close to receiving your first degree

in general, your fights are stressed-induced, and as quickly forgotten as they came up bc...let’s not beat around the bush, both of you are shit at staying mad at the other, especially if it means cutting short the already sparse time you currently have <3

they’re usually about petty stuff, too

recently though it happens more regularly and they ever so slowly started to border on painful

he stays at work for longer to perfect his already otherworldly skills; and your patience is running thin with all the deadlines and exams putting immense pressure on you

both of you are just so unsatisfied and stressed and...so fucking tired

it’s always forgivable though

you don’t mind planned dinner dates turning into movie nights with him falling asleep on you after what feels like seconds

because he’s there, pressing his face into your side or stomach hard enough for you to wonder if he’s trying to suffocate himself, while his long arms are around your waist holding onto you as if his life depends on it

he doesn’t mind being splayed across your lap watching the latest episodes of his series while you type away on your laptop, even though you were supposed to enjoy a nice weekend lazying in front of the tv with him 

a forgotten date hasn’t killed you yet as well, but the amount of times it was currently happening allowed insecurities to have their way with you

both of you always make up for it one way or another (leaving an apology breakfast or even taking it to bed, buying flowers, sharing the sweet kisses you were supposed to enjoy the night before,...) 

but this time, he didn’t just forget to be on time for any date.

he completely missed your anniversary

you spend the whole afternoon cooking his favorite dish for dinner, making yourself all pretty for him, wearing the jewelry he got you for your birthday, it was some kind of tradition by now

just to be stood up, dinner turning cold and your mood sour

no message, no callback

around 11pm he - finally ! - gets in touch with you 

‘‘(Y/N)!! Bunny, did something happen? Did you miss me so much?’’

you could hear the dopey grin he was wearing while teasing you, one you usually loved, one that was contagious

but it didn’t help the pain and disappointment nesting in your heart, right now

he really didn’t remember

was the date so insignificant to him? were you no longer a priority?

you swallow around the lump in your throat, desperately begging your brain to not amplify your insecurities even more

‘’No...it’s...it’s alright, I just wanted to know when you’re home...’’ your attempt to keep the doubts and pain you experienced that second hidden was pointless, because even on the phone, your boyfriend was able to look right through you

‘‘Bunny what’s wrong?’’ he asks worriedly

normally you’d say that it was alright, that you’d speak later or directly say what was bugging you so terribly

this time...you didn’t feel like talking or maybe even fighting, scared that he might confirm your thoughts and leave you

‘’It’s nothing, Tendou,...’’ you hear him wince, you can’t remember the last time you called him that ’’don’t bother with me if it’s not as important to you.’’ 

‘‘Not as...’’ a moment of silence follows, in which he checked the date and, lastly, Tendou understood ‘’Oh. Oh shit, (Y/N),...Bunny, please, wait for me, please, let me explain...’‘

It’s not the answer you wanted (on the other hand, what answer would that be?)

‘‘I waited...and I’m tired,’‘ you add without thinking, hanging up before he even got the chance to answer

while you don’t want things to end...you can’t help but think ‘what if?’ - that thought alone though is enough for the dams to burst

With a soft groan, you blink your burning eyes open, noticing your spine protesting and pop from the uncomfortable position you fell asleep in. A glance at the alarm clock elicited another tired groan, the 4 on display mocking you. 

The burning and overall sluggish feeling controlling your body immediately reminded you of the things that had taken place. That his scent surrounding you arose solely due to his pillow in which you had pressed your face.

While you obviously weren’t on the best of terms right now, a small part of you was still hopeful and reached out across the bed in search for the warmth your red-haired better half usually provided. Unsurprisingly, your hand met a cold bed half.

An annoyed sigh later, you sat up and rubbed over your eyes angrily. You were hurt, which should be understandable, but remembering his overly happy tone even with evident tiredness underlaying it, you guessed that he didn’t stay behind on purpose and that, maybe, something good had happened. So to say, you as well behaved like an idiot.

Suddenly, you remember the last sentence you said. Realizing what it implied, you felt like banging your head against the wall. You wanted to be understood by him. What you didn’t want was to give Satori the time to allow his anxious tendencies to fester while he was alone, foregoing untrue, negative ideas. The fact that he still wasn’t in bed with you, was proof enough which lead to you cursing out loud.

While your last words towards him told something differently, you surely didn’t want to leave him or him to leave you. Both of you could work things out, you always did, and…well, you always hoped that it would stay that way until you had lived a fulfilling life as a couple, with grey hair and wrinkles taking your last breath together wherever life would lead the two of you.

The simple solution was to communicate like the grown adults you are. 

Determined to talk through it the way you should have done earlier and maybe...just maybe get some cuddles afterward, you swung your legs out from under the blankets. After you quickly put on some warm, worn-out socks, you quietly leave the bedroom and tip-toe through the hallway.

You expected the apartment to be silent, to be dark. What you didn’t expect is the soft light coming from your shared kitchen. Or the clinking noises of bowls and pots colliding lightly, lowly muttered, sleepy curses, and even quieter sniffles interrupting the barrage of words from time to time.

Upon hearing those little sounds - no doubt coming from your anxious boyfriend - your heart clenched painfully in your chest. This is your injudicious doing. Straightening your back, you stepped into the kitchen, slightly squinting against the much harsher ceiling lights assaulting your eyes.

The original plan was to offer a heartfelt apology, and follow it up by an honest declaration of love and the proposal to talk about everything. There were a lot of things that needed to be cleared up between you and Tendou. But after entering the kitchen, you came to an abrupt halt.

Your eyes wandered, lingering on cuts, burns, and blisters that blemished your boyfriends' pretty fingers. Slowly, your gaze continued to move up his arms and shoulders, tensed and screaming out his fear of losing you. For a moment, you hesitated, but you eventually lifted your gaze to meet his wide eyes, as red-rimmed and puffy as yours. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. Normally, you would find it adorable and stretch your hands out to cup his cheeks (not to pull him down, definitely not) and press a kiss to his lips...but right now? You really just felt like crying, seeing your Satori so heartbroken over something you said carelessly in the heat of the moment.

Suddenly wincing, Tendou quickly pulls back his hand to his chest away from the hot stove. Yet, he did not dare to break eye contact with you. Seemingly afraid that what he currently saw is nothing but a sleep-deprivation induced hallucination. That you would just vanish if he so much dared to even think of blinking.

The stupor rooting you to the spot though vanished in favor of closing the gap between the two of you to help him.

‘‘Tori...’‘ you croaked worriedly, eyes flickering down to his hands and back up to his watery, sad eyes. ‘‘I’m so sorry,’’ you whispered. Any louder and your voice might break. ’’...let me take care of you.’‘ 

You turned off the stove before you gently tugged Tendou behind you to the bathroom. Making him sit on the edge of the small tub, you gathered everything you needed to patch him up with rehearsed movements.

For a while, both of you were silent. 

You carefully worked on disinfecting cuts and putting special creams on the different wounds and burns, while not hurting him any further. Concentrating on ignoring the thick tension of untold apologies, and fear. Doubt weighing heavy on the two of you. 

Meanwhile, Tendou couldn't help but admire your features. Your soft hair - faintly smelling like peaches and anis - falling into your face, hiding away your pretty (Y/E/C) eyes. He loved to get lost in them. Or how your tongue poked out between your lips in concentration and the little scrunch of your nose when you thought that you could have done better. 

Even in this hazy state of mind, he knew for certain that he would try to hold onto you for as long as possible. That he would do anything to make you forgive him.

After you finished gently wrapping band-aids (silly ones with colorful patterns just the way you both love) around his fingers, on his palm, and back of his hand, he quickly moved them to hold onto yours.

‘‘Don’t leave me.’‘ Tendou's voice is just above a whisper, and if you wouldn't have been that close to him as you were, you would have missed it. But you could hear him, and your eyes immediately met his, filling with tears all over again.

‘‘Satori, I’m-’‘

‘‘(Y/N), please...please, don’t leave me. I’m so sorry. Of course, I care. Our relationship, you...nothing’s as important to me as you are. It was the only thing keeping me sane that last week. I don't know why I forgot about it. I truly feel horrible.'' he started. ''Please, believe me. I love you so, so much. I...I can’t imagine a life without you. I don’t want to.’’ Even with his voice quivering, it was crystal clear just how serious his words were to him. 

He needed to get it out in the open. There was no way in hell that he would allow any doubts about your relationship to fester in your mind.

‘’I was held back to talk about the upcoming Christmas preparations that I’m supposed to be leading this year, and then I was called into the boss’ office and I couldn’t check my phone,’‘ the desperation to explain still evident, Tendou resorted to rambling about the happenings of the day.

‘‘I’m sorry for hurting you, but Bunny, I beg you...I know that we haven't had enough time those last weeks, that we didn't have any if we’re honest. I understand that you must feel neglected. I will change that, give me a chance to make you forgive me, please.’‘ 

It wasn’t like you wanted to cry again, but the tears rolling down your cheeks seemed to have a mind on their own. ‘’ ‘Tori...’’ you sniffled, your voice breaking away at the last syllable. ‘’Can I hug you?’’  

The relief on his face spoke volumes, and before you even got the chance to make good on your words, he already stands tall in front of you, enveloping you tightly.

Securely wrapped up in Satoris’ arms, you feel like coming home after months away. Or like taking in the first gasp of fresh air after holding your breath underwater for too long. With Tendou holding onto you like this, you found the strength to answer.

''I'm sorry, too...I love you so much, and...I know you always have a reason, and it was childish to hang up on you and leave you worrying alone instead of talking to you. And...if you neglected me those last weeks, then I did the same. We both were too busy for each other...'' 

After a short pause, you ask: ''B-but we can work it out, right?’’ Slowly, you looked up to him. ‘’I want to spend my life with you, Satori. Don’t listen to dumb me 5 hours earlier. 5-hours-ago-me was so stupid, and petty, and does not reflect my true wishes,’’ you added. ’’No one of our old friends wanted to put up with me the last week because I’m so head over heels in love with you and all I do is tell them ‘’You should have seen what Tori did for me’’ and what I plan to do for you...I can feel them roll their eyes from the other side of the world!’’

Suddenly aware of your very honest words, you pushed your face against his chest to hide your burning cheeks. Embarrassment painting them in a pretty hue of pink. 

Tendou hadn't realized that he had actually held his breath listening to your words until he chuckled a bit breathlessly. The remaining tension possessing both of your bodies faded away after that, allowing you to relish in the feeling of having the other in your arms again.

After a while, you bravely gazed up at him again, even with your cheeks still set ablaze. ''Come to bed?'' And with a sweet smile, one that reached his eyes and made your heart stutter, he nodded. 

Things between the two of you weren't ideal quite yet, Tendou kknew that much. But they would be. Tomorrow would be a new day. You would hopefully agree to celebrate your anniversary a day later. He hoped, that you would agree to spend it with him from the first second you woke up to the very last before you fell asleep. You will hopefully enjoy the news that his promotion was topped with holidays that allowed you to spend Christmas and New Year's Eve with your families in Japan.

He also hoped for you to say yes when, surrounded by your friends, he would ask you to marry him under the Cherry Blossoms in spring.

Things weren't quite ideal, but watching your peaceful expression while sleeping on his chest, he knew, all the up and downs were worth powering through. He would embrace every hardship if that meant keeping you by his side forever.

[soupyboysforlife]

Oh F*ck

Hi guys! This is my first time writing fanfic so it may not be perfect or exactly how I wanted it to turn out but I’m very proud of it and myself. I really hope you enjoy!

Once again the whole world was in danger. Once again no one knew but the Winchesters and some close friends. Once again all of the pressure was on Sam and Dean Winchester to fix it.

(Please don’t be upset at this, I’m only on season 11)

Dean sighed. This whole “End Of The World” was starting to seem normal as it became a routine. When was the final shabang? He knew he wasn’t able to escape this life, not properly at least. There would always be another hunt up until the day he died. One boss fight after another like a bad, never ending video game. 

He finished getting ready, Sam was already waiting in the car. Dean did one final mirror check, quickly fixing an out of place strand of hair. He grabbed his duffle bag with a grunt and strut out of the motel room, locking it behind him. 

Dean walked up to the Impala’s trunk and threw the black duffle in before getting in. Sam looked up from the book he had his nose in. 

“Took you long enough, Princess,” he said.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Dean grunted, he started the car, turned on his tunes,drove off. The clock read 7:30. 

It’s too fucking early, Dean thought. 

Sam and Dean stopped at a Diner for breakfast. They sat down at a table and waited for the waitress to come ask them what they wanted. The two looked at eachother, noting the shared exhaustion. Maybe they wouldn’t be as tired if they hadn’t stayed up until 4 in the morning doing research.

Dean balled his fists on the table and placed his head on them briefly before the waitress came over to their table.

She was blonde, tall, skinny and beautiful, couldn’t have been more than 25. Just Dean’s type. Dean was obviously checking her out and was about to make a move before he saw the scowl on Sam’s face. His smile faded into an uncomfortable smirk.

The waitress made it to the table, looking just as done with life as the boys sitting in front of her and asked with just a hint of annoyance what they wanted.

“I’ll have a bacon cheese burger, extra onions, extra cheese and bacon, with fries on the side and a coffee, black” Dean said(of course). She jotted it down and turned her head to Sam.

“Uh, egg white Omelette with coffee, please.” He responded with a respective grin. He was always too formal when ordering food, Dean thought.

The waitress left to relay their orders to the chef. 

Dean finally looked around the Diner, they were the only ones in there with the exception of a lonely old man sitting at the high rise counter, staring at our waitress’ ass. Dean nudged Sam’s arm to draw his attention to it, trying hard to stuffle his laugh. 

Sam looked and immediately looked back at Dean with an annoyed face. 

“What?” Dean asked, still grinning with amusement. Sam’s expression remained unwavering, “C’mon. That’s funny.”

Sam remained unamused. “We have to work” he buried his face back in the book and kept it there, even when the waitress sauntered over carrying a tray with their food and coffee, which was unusual for a diner but it was early. Dean eagerly tore into his burger and wondered what the day would bring. They were planning to meet up with Castiel back at the bunker. They were only in town for a case involving some odd hybrid between a vampire and changeling. It was weird, but so were monsters. 

Dean thoughts wandered back to their blue eyed angel friend as he took a long swig of his black coffee. He felt a small smile spread over his face as he pictured the confused look on the scruffy face when some human trait or tradition didn’t make sense to him. He pictured softly kissing the plump pink lips, running his fingers through his beautiful black hair, questioning the chances of being able to cuddle up next to him as they binged Orange Is The New Black(Dean would have to explain to him the meaning of the title). Before he met the beautiful angel Dean was certain about his sexuality, he had forced down any thoughts or feelings about other boys in any other way than platonic. He still felt slightly uncomfortable thinking of Castiel in that way. Dean wasn’t entirely sure if it was internalized homophobia or the fact that he didn’t know if Cas felt the same way as him. His smile faded to a slight frown at the thought of rejection. 

“Dean.” Sam said, jerking Dean out of his trance, “Earth to Dean, please respond.” Sam continued sarcastically, getting an annoyed look out of Dean. “What were you thinking about?” 

Dean felt his cheeks start to heat up, “Uh, nothing. What’s up?”

Sam obviously didn’t believe him but didn’t pry, filling Dean with relief.

“I might have found a way to defeat her.” Sam offered the book to Dean, who had just taken another big bite of cheeseburger, causing Sam to retract his offer and instead read it out loud to him, “it says here we need something called the “Arrow of Brahma”, I haven’t been able to find a location but we can run things over with Cas back at the bunker.”

There it was again, that name. That one syllable that could bring a smile to his face or take it away.

They finished their breakfast, paid, and got back on the road. 

…

Dean was the first inside and once he got in he immediately headed towards his room to get some shut eye. His plans were foiled by Sam grabbing the back of his loose t-shirt and dragging him to the Study where Cas was waiting. Dean sighed in annoyance and exhaustion. “Come on, man.” he said with exasperation. 

“Stay. I’m gonna go see if we have any books on the Arrow.” Sam said, nudging Dean towards the brightly lit table in the center of the room where Cas was sitting. 

Dean made eye contact with Cas as he approached the table, sitting across from him. He put his head on the table, giving into his body’s plea for relaxation. He almost fell asleep like that but couldn’t for some reason. He lifted his head enough to see Cas staring at him with a slightly confused and concerned look on his face.

“What?” Dean asked, feeling his jaw hit the table with the word.

“You seem, tense,” Cas replied in his usual monotone voice, “I could fix it?” he offered, starting to reach out to Dean.

“Nah,” Dean said, he didn’t think he could handle feeling the angel’s soft fingers touching him, especially with the massive hangover he was suffering through.

Cas pulled his hand back, looking slightly hurt. Dean felt an apology rising in his throat, it was interrupted by Sam walking back into the room with a small stack of different sized books in his hands. He put three in two in front of each of them.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Cas asked.

“Where the arrow of Bra-man or something is.” Dean said, still unmoving from the position he was in.

“Brahma,” Sam corrected, shooting Dean a sour look, “it should be able to stop Aella.”

Dean rolled his eyes at his goody two shoes brother before sighing and lifting his head up to scan through the novels. 

They read through all the books in the library with no luck on finding its location. At that point Dean was almost completely knocked out. He heard Cas say something about using his angelic powers to look for it but Dean was too tired to register what his actual words were. He checked the time on his phone, it was almost two in the morning which didn’t seem too late but Dean had only gotten a few hours of beauty sleep the night before. He stood and mumbled something about hay to Sam before finding his way to his room. The second his head hit the pillows he was out, not even bothering to change out of his sweaty clothes. That night he dreamed happily about guns and a certain pair of blue eyes. 

It didn’t last long before he was getting shaken awake by a familiar pair of hands.

“Ugh,” Dean moaned sleepily, “What time is it?” 

“Dude, is three in the afternoon,” Sam said, chuckling slightly, “I thought you were dead.”

Dean sat up wondering if he looked as dead as he felt, “Who says I’m not.” he joked back.

“Cas is back with the arrow.” 

“Sweet. Do we have a plan of attack?” Dean questioned, not sure of what answer he wanted.

“No, we were waiting for you to wake up.” Sam said, with a note of sarcasm. 

“Really? Wow, I’m flattered.” Dean replied, squinting up at him with a half smile on his face and yawned.

“Don’t be,” Sam said, “I said we shouldn’t wait but Cas insisted.”

That caught Deans attention, “Oh?” his voice hitched a little.

“Yeah, I guess he thought you’d be awake sooner.” Sam smiled, “get changed and meet us in the kitchen, you reek.”

Dean scrambled up as soon as Sam had left the room, his face felt hot at the thought of Cas thinking about him. He quickly got changed and attempted to cover up his scent with some cheap cologne and deodorant before heading to the kitchen. When he got there Sam was sitting at the table with his laptop, clicking away at the keys. He made eye contact with Cas who was leaning on the counter with his usual serious face. Dean quickly looked him up and down with a smile. Cas shot back a cute confused look.  

Dean moved over to Cas, getting uncomfortably close, before he reached around him and poured himself a cup of coffee. Cas looked slightly panicked at the act but calmed down once Dean sat at the table. 

“Got any leads, Sammy?” Dean asked.

“Nothing on Aella but I might have found another case.” Sam responded, not looking up from the screen, “a werewolf in Massachusetts, three dead, two missing. Sounds interesting, wanna check it out.”

“Oh, come on man,” Dean answered in exasperation, “we just got off a case.”

“You don’t have to-”

“No.” Dean interrupted, “I’ll go. Just let me get a shower in.”

Dean walked into his room after showering in his usual Jeans, flannel, and gray shirt. He was rubbing his damp hair with a towel. Cas was standing by his desk. He was inspecting something in his hand that Dean couldn’t see what though. 

“Jesus, Cas.” he said, with a slight tone of annoyance. 

Cas whipped around, surprised at the sudden words. He quickly hid the paper he was holding behind his back.

“What the Hell are you doing here, man?” Dean asked, glancing towards the angel’s arms. 

“I-uh…” Cas stuttered, reaching for an excuse but not being able to grasp one.

Dean moved one step closer to him, “What’s that you got there?” he said gesturing to Cas’s arms while moving closer. 

“It’s nothing,” Cas responded nervously, “just something about the case.”

At this point Dean was close enough to Castiel that a slight movement of his hand could have him touching the angel’s arm. Cas was backed up against the desk, his back was leaned back towards the desk. His blue eyes were wide with a mixture of confusion and panic. 

Dean reached behind Cas and grabbed the note, not breaking eye contact. He slowly unfolded the note. 

“Dean…” Cas said, a hint of warning in his voice.

Dean looked down and read the note. It was a Good-bye note. From Cas. Dean felt a sudden rush of emotions. 

“Cas?” he said, voice breaking slightly, “Cas, what is this?”

“It’s- I-” Cas started to say. He never finished the thought.

Dean closed the distance between the two, pressing his lips to Castiel’s. Cas gasped at the unexpected action. Dean had pictured this moment a thousand times but never thought it would be like this. Cas didn’t return the gesture. Dean stopped and pulled back, cheeks flushed, looking embarrassed. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, backing up to sit on his bed with his hands in his face. Cas remained leaned against the desk. His face was frozen in shock, slowly processing what had just happened before slowly walking over to stand above Dean. He squatted down in front of him. Cas felt his mind and heart racing. He reached up and gently tugged Dean’s hands away. 

Dean’s face was already damp with tears but another betrayed him, running quickly down his cheek. Cas raised his hand to Dean’s face. His palm pressed against Dean’s cheek as he wiped some of the moisture from under the closed eye. Cas lifted his head and let his lips meet Dean’s once again. Dean melted into the kiss. 

It started soft with their lips barely on eachother. Dean grabbed Cas’s face to keep him close as he pressed further into the kiss. Cas moved his hand from Dean’s cheek up to his still wet hair. It felt cool as it slid through his fingers but it quickly warmed at his touch. 

Their lips separated after a little while. They pressed their foreheads together, not ready to stop touching but too overwhelmed with emotion to continue the kiss. What little space there was left between them filled with their heavy breath. 

Cas moved his hand around Dean’s arm and trailed it around his torso to lock with the other one, pulling Dean into a hug. Dean sank down to the ground on his knees. They slumped into each other. Dean breathed in Castiel’s smell. 

They sat there for seemingly hours, relishing in what had just happened. Fear that they might wake up and find it was a dream settling in their hearts. 

Fin

[another-sonic-blog]

The Fanfictioner

Prologue

Synopsis: Amy Rose secretly writes fanfiction out of the not so famous 'Sonic Boom' show in which she and her friends are the main actors. Everything was fine, filming the show and then writing. However, everything changed when the famous actor, Shadow the Hedgehog, showed up to participate in the show. Just like Amy, Shadow hides a secret. He loves to read fanfiction but will never admit that out loud. Shadow one day stumbles upon Amy's fanfiction and without knowing, they develop a friendly bond over comments, likes and messages of support. On work, Shadow and Amy have a normal co-worker relationship that will never develop more than that.   They fight in real life but are best-friends online. Will they ever find out each other's identities? And if they do, will things change between them?

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When the romantic movie ended, Amy just couldn't stop thinking about the great acting in 'The Forest of Dreams.' Her friends and she had decided to get together for a well deserve movie night after battling Eggman for the whole week. With the hopes that he wouldn't burst into Hedgehog Village as he usually does. "It's a shame that we ended up seeing that indie movie ..." Sonic said as he opened the door to exit the movie theater. "I wanted to see Chao in Space!" "Yeah, too bad they ran out of tickets. Critics say that it is one of the best movies in the last decade." Tails looked around his group of friends, making sure that no one was missing. Nonetheless, he noticed that his pink friend was awfully quiet, looking at the ground. "Everything alright Amy?" As if his words didn't reach her ears, Amy kept looking down at the ground, silent. This time, Sonic noticed Amy's unusual mannerism and decided to investigate. "Amy?" Sonic's voice was all that she needed to get back to reality. The rosette hedgehog snapped her head and met emerald eyes. "Yes?" "You are very quiet ... That's not like you." Sonic said. Team Sonic had already begun their journey to go back home. It was late at night but the village's light poles gave them enough illumination to know their path. Walking through the village, they encountered a few Mobians still out, doing their thing and helping the atmosphere to be more vivid. "Sorry, I was just thinking about the movie ... The acting was amazing, wasn't it?" The pink one had a soft smile placed on her face, showing her excitement. "The actors were so young too, they look around our age ... 17 and they are so talented already." "I have to admit that batgirl was very beautiful." Knuckles let out an enamored sigh. "Yes and her acting was admirable," Amy said. "But the one that got my interest was that black hedgehog ... He indeed will become a great actor soon." Without the pink hedgehog knowing, Sonic rolled his eyes in annoyance. There was only one hedgehog she could fangirl about and that was him. "He was alright, I could do better," Sonic said. "I mean he was in an indie movie that's no big deal. I am sure we could all do it ... Right Sticks?" Sonic looked over at his badger friend who was way too quiet. Such an unusual thing of her. "Don't look at me, I fell asleep during the whole movie," Sticks said. "But if we ever become actors, I would love to be in Chao in Space." The team had come to a sudden stop, they had reached the end of the village. This is where they would part ways to their own perspective homes. "Good luck with that, I read that the casting process to get actors for Chao in Space is extremely difficult," Tails said as he faced his friends. "Two years ago, the directors conducted castings all over the world .. Out of thousands of participants only three main actors made it." "Ha, see Ames! There's no way that black hedgehog with average acting skills would be in a movie like Chao in Space." The blue hedgehog looked at the pink one and for the first time in a long time, he saw that Amy was utterly offended. For someone that she doesn't even know nonetheless. "I see great potential in him!" Amy said, her voice raises a little. "I bet he will become a great actor! I dare to say he will be in Chao In Space 2!"

. . . When the pink one got home, she immediately showered, got into her pajamas, and laid on her comfortable bed with her laptop on her lap. She began to browse more things on the 'The Forest of Dreams.' She found interesting things. For example, the name of the beautiful bat protagonist was Rouge the Bat. And then the black hedgehog's name appeared ... Shadow the Hedgehog. He was the co-protagonist and in all honesty, it was been a while since Amy felt such admiration for someone. Could you blame her? Shadow was an excellent actor. His profound words as he confessed his undying love to the protagonist were just ... So pure. It wasn't only the dialogue but the way he delivered the message. More than anything, Amy felt her heart skip a beat at each word he said. As if his confession was meant for her.

His words were strong and too real ... way too real. As if Shadow the Hedgehog was actually in love with Rouge the Bat.

And so this began.

Amy of course knew of the many wonders of the internet. One of them were fandoms and within fandoms were content creators.

The pink one wasn't unaware that many content creators wrote fanfiction. After all, Team Sonic had its own base of fans. They were the heroes of the village and Mobius nonetheless, always defending it against Eggman and other villains. So, it was natural that stories about them would be written. She read many of them especially the SonAmy ones, her guilty pleasure.

Although she had never written a fanfiction, Amy felt different about this one. In 'The Forest of Dreams' the ending was a cliffhanger. Amy desired more than anything than to provide a good conclusive ending. She had written before but only for school projects like essays and creative writing but never like this ... Never for a fandom.

Was it strange? That she wanted to see more of the exceptional romantic development between Rouge and Shadow?

Amy didn't care, it was just for fun. What was the harm in that?

And so ... Amy began to write.

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"Shadow, what are you doing?"

On the other side of the island, a tiny wooden house in the middle of the forest emitted enough light to be seen in the night.

"Reading a story."

The black hedgehog responded, not leaving his eyesight away from his phone.

"Since when do you read?"

"Someone has to do it in this house."

The black hedgehog who was comfortably sitting on his sofa was greeted suddenly by the warmness of a beautiful blue-eyed bat.

"Our movie was released a few weeks ago ... Do you think we did well?" Rouge asked as she tried to get a peek of Shadow's phone but she was slow and Shadow was fast to close the internet tab.

"We won't know until next week when our producer calls us ... Hopefully, we get enough money to repair Omega." Shadow said as he looked over to the dining table where robot parts laid scatter across the wooden table. Shadow frowned as he saw Omega's head, immobile and without life. He was still inside there but Omega won't be the way he was until reparations were made.

"We really messed up on the last mission ... Didn't we?"

Rouge's voice was soft and she showed such concern that it made the black hedgehog's heart shrink a bit. Shadow let out a heavy sigh, he hated to see the white bat like that and although he would often disagree, there was no option but to affirm her assumption this time.

"We did ... That's why we are never going to steal again ... Never." Shadow said as he felt Rouge leaning her head on his shoulder and he didn't mind the act at all.

"... I wanted to steal a Chaos Emerald."

The black hedgehog let out a small smirk as he placed his arm around Rouge's shoulders. "I promise that one day I'll give you a Chaos Emerald and I'll give Omega one of those lie detectors he wants."

"Hopefully, this acting thing comes out alright ... I mean all of those years acting to survive and steal must pay off in this movie we made."

   Small memories crossed the white bat's mind. She remembers all of those times as a child that she and Shadow acted on street plays to get a few coins to eat something. More recent memories of them acting like business people, politicians, and regular folks also popped in her mind. All of that just so their stealing missions could go smoothly and unnoticed.

How Rouge, Shadow, and Omega met was a very interesting story, one that will be told at another time.

"Let's hope for the best."

   A few minutes passed in which Shadow and Rouge shared it in complete silence. The dark hedgehog looked over his shoulder in which he found Rouge completely asleep. With his phone still on his hand, he opened once again the previous internet tab he had before.

It was just a matter of time before his curiosity overtook him. As far as the internet said, 'The Forest of Dreams' was an excellent film even if it was an independent movie. Even art and small stories were already created in honor of the film.

Eventually, he found himself on a page called fanxfiction.com. An internet page where writers could write whatever they wanted online and others could interact with these authors by liking, sharing, and commenting on their work.

Shadow scrolled through the webpage and a story caught his interest. The synopsis was captivating , the tale was about an alternative ending to the movie's original ending.

The Forest of Dreams: A Love Story.

By A Rose Without Thorns

And so ... Shadow began to read.

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A/N: I want to thank @redsunlight​ for the amazing artwork! Please go check out her artwork! 

The first chapter is coming out in a couple of minutes I just need to upload it in here. I recommend following me on Wattpad since Tumblr can be complicated at times and won’t let me upload. 

Also there’s a new chapter coming out for ‘By Accident’ really soon!

Next: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/621393925974999040/the-fanfictioner-ch1 

Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/PeachesAndReams 

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Cared For

 Here is my @secret-sanders-sized​ gift for @eatingashovel​! Moxiety is my fave so this was super fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Slight self-deprecation and bad sleeping/eating habits

Summary: Virgil is letting his studying get in the way of important things. Like sleeping and eating. So Patton does something about it.

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 Patton was used to the human staying up rather late. He was what was known as a night owl. At least, that’s what Patton caught the human calling himself. When Patton had first moved in he had to adjust his schedule to go out borrowing a bit later into the night but for the most part, he was unaffected. Besides, the human-or Virgil as Patton had overheard-never went to bed later than 1am. Which gave Patton plenty of time to borrow.

 So Patton was surprised, when he did his nightly check-in to see if Virgil was asleep, to see that the human was actually still awake. Confused, Patton glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, barely able to see it from his place in the vent. 2:47am. Way past when Virgil usually went to bed.

 Patton frowned and turned back towards Virgil. The human wasn’t even in bed but at his desk instead. Hunched over his laptop and typing away albeit a bit sluggishly. Giving in to just how tired he was. He also had a book open and glanced at it every few seconds before going back to typing. 

 He had seen that book enough times to know this was about school. The human was in college, after all, so either he was working on an assignment or he was studying for something. Either way, it was much too late to be working on anything. Virgil needed to rest.

 Patton didn’t even realize he was considering it until he was already halfway there. He blinked and stopped for a moment. Wait...no, he couldn’t tell Virgil to go to bed. That would mean revealing himself. And that was a big borrower no-no.

 So what if the human was over exhausting himself to the point of hurting himself...it-it wasn’t any of his business. It couldn’t be any of his business. He should just continue with borrowing. The human was distracted enough anyway.

 Patton turned back around, heading towards the kitchen this time, when a loud yawn and groan made him pause. There was a small silence that followed, where Patton was hopeful that Virgil had gone to bed but it was dashed when he heard the sounds of typing resume. Patton’s mind went back and forth before ultimately his parental side won out and he turned back towards the path to Virgil’s room.

 Even if this was a human, he couldn’t just ignore it.

 He hoped he wouldn’t regret this, though.

 He exited the walls through the outlet, putting it back into place before staring above him at the desk. He bit his lip and took out his hook, hoping Virgil would be distracted enough to not notice him climbing up. Sure, he was about to reveal himself anyway but he’d rather do so while he was on solid ground. The last thing he needed was to get startled into falling...or to wind up in the human’s hands.

 He shook those thoughts away and pulled himself up and onto the desk. He immediately turned towards Virgil but it seemed like he hadn’t been noticed yet. And now that he was closer and facing the human head-on, he saw, even more, how exhausted Virgil was. There were dark circles under his eyes and not from the usual make-up either. And his eyes were glazed over, focused on the screen in front of him.

 Patton’s heart went out to the human at the sight and he gained the courage to speak.

 “Kiddo, what are you doing up so late?”

 Virgil blinked, eyes coming back into focus. Had someone just spoken? He glanced over towards the left of his laptop and stared openly at the...tiny person? What?

 The tiny person that was looking at him disapprovingly. 

 “Wh-What?” Virgil answered back with, still not entirely sure what was going on.

 Patton folded his arms, giving Virgil a stern look. “It’s late. You need to go to bed.” At the mention of bed, Virgil shook his head, turning back to his laptop.

 “Can’t...gotta study...finals coming up.” Was what came out in broken and tired sentences. Virgil had hoped the thing would have left after that but it stayed.

 “No, Virgil. You’ve been at this long enough and there’s always tomorrow where you can get back into it. But it isn’t going to help you at all if you don’t get some rest.” Patton explained, his features softening as he looked at Virgil worryingly.

 Virgil had to admit the tiny...thing had a point. And...sleep did sound very good right now. Man, what time was it? Just how long had he been at this. He must really be exhausted if he couldn’t think of the answer. And especially if he was seeing figments in the form of tiny people. He let out a sigh and shut his laptop. “Yeah...alright. Sleep sounds good.” He stood and didn’t even bother to change as he collapsed into bed, out like a light as soon as his face hit the pillow.

 Patton felt himself relax and sigh with relief as he smiled at the now sleeping human. That had been...not as scary as he had originally thought, actually. In fact, it was quite possible the human would be too tired to even remember him. Patton hoped that would be the case, as then he wouldn’t have to worry about the human trying to look for him.

 Either way, he was glad Virgil was finally asleep. The kiddo definitely needed it.

 With one last glance towards Virgil, Patton made his way down to the floor and back into the walls. He had some borrowing to do.

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 Virgil woke up with a groan the next morning. He blinked away the sleep from his eyes and sat up. It took him a moment to get out of his half-asleep state to remember what had happened last night. He had stayed up way too late, studying for next week's finals when...a tiny...person told him to go to bed.

 Virgil rubbed his face and chuckled. It was probably for the best he had gone to bed then, if he was hallucinating so vividly. And he did feel more refreshed. Looks like there was some part of his brain that had some common sense after all. 

 After glancing at the time, Virgil decided to try and get a bit more studying in before he had to head to classes for the day.

 Patton smiled as he watched from the vent. Virgil seemed a lot better now. No longer sluggish or yawning every minute. And the dark circles under his eyes were almost completely gone. Patton figured the human could take things from here and went to go and get some sleep himself.

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 Patton frowned as he once again was watching the human through the vents. Virgil’s sleeping schedule had been great so far. Patton was happy to see he had left an impact even if the human had thought he was a dream. And even now, it was only 8pm. Definitely nothing to worry about with that.

 No, Patton was now worried about the fact that, despite having been home all day, he hadn’t seen Virgil eat a single thing. Instead, he was in the same position Patton had caught him in a few nights ago. Hunched over his computer and typing away. Patton frowned and this time didn’t even think twice about heading that way. He wasn’t about to let his human go without eating.

 Virgil was lost in his studies, glancing at his textbook after every note taken. He made sure to keep an eye on the time, knowing now it didn’t help him to stay up too late but he still had a good few hours left. Hours that Virgil intended to spend getting through this textbook.

 That was his plan, at least until he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. His eyes widened as, clear as day, the same tiny person from before climbed up onto his desk. Virgil blinked and took a second glance at the time. Yep, still only 8 o’clock and Virgil knew he had gotten enough sleep these past few days. So...did that mean…?

 “Kiddo, I’m so glad you’ve been getting sleep but you also need to eat too, you know.” The tiny person said. Virgil blinked, now aware that he hadn’t eaten all day. Virgil opened his mouth to say something but the tiny person beat him to it.

 “Nope, I don’t want to hear anything until you go and make yourself some food.” The tiny being’s existence, tone, and stern look made Virgil simply listen to him. His mind raced as he stood up and walked to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. As he slapped some peanut butter on, he couldn’t help but wonder if the tiny being would be gone when he got back. Whether or not it was a figment of his imagination or not.

 To his surprise, the tiny person was still there. His features seemed to soften as he saw that Virgil had a sandwich. Virgil sat back down and just...stared at the tiny person. “You’re still here.”

 “Of course I am!” The tiny person said, acting like it should be no surprise at all. “I have to make sure you’re actually going to eat it.”

 Virgil blinked and glanced down at the sandwich and then back up at the tiny person. He picked up his sandwich and took a small bite. The tiny guy grinned, his stern exterior disappearing instantly. “There we go! No make sure you eat it all, all right?” And then the tiny person turned around and made like he was going to leave.

 But Virgil couldn’t just let him do that.

 “Wait!” Virgil said, louder than he really needed to. The tiny person did stop but he also got tense and that alone made Virgil feel bad so he was quick to continue. “Sorry, I just...I mean, thank you for looking after me but...who are you? What are you? And why are you here? Are you real?” The questions fell out of Virgil’s mouth before he could stop them.

 Patton was frozen, not knowing what to do. Actually...that was a lie. He knew what he should do. He should keep walking with the hope that Virgil wouldn’t just grab him and get the heck out of there. And then he should pack up all his things and move out. Into a different human’s home, as was the borrower way.

 That’s what Patton should do but it isn’t what he wanted to do.

 And so he turned around, meeting Virgil’s eyes. “...My name is Patton. I’m a borrower who lives in your walls and I noticed that you weren’t taking care of yourself and I hate to see people hurting. So I...went against the rules of my kind and revealed myself to you in order to help you. But I’m glad I did! You deserve to live a long and healthy life, Virgil, but that won’t happen if you don’t take care of yourself. And I know it really isn’t my business and it might be a little weird considering I don’t know you personally but I really do care about you.” Patton rambled, wanting to get it all out of the way. He was breaking so many rules at this point but he didn’t really care anymore.

 “Oh, yeah and I am real.” Patton finished, remembering the last question Virgil had asked. 

 Virgil was, for lack of a better word, shocked. Not really at the fact that Patton actually existed but also that...he cared about him? Why would Patton care about him? He was no one special...but it seemed like Patton didn’t share his own thoughts. And that was throwing Virgil off more than he was willing to admit.

 He didn’t know what to say in response. Thank you? No, that wouldn’t do. Why? Yeah, that wouldn’t work at all. It’s nice to meet you? That was a good start but it didn’t seem like enough…

 Virgil didn’t realize, that by not saying anything, he was making Patton incredibly nervous. The borrower was starting to think that maybe this was a bad idea and so he tried to discreetly turn around to leave. Looks like he would have to start packing up after all.

 But just as he reached his hook, Virgil noticed and once again shouted louder than he needed to. “Wait!” And once again Patton froze. “Crap, sorry-again-I’m really not good at this. Um…” Virgil racked his brain for what to say as Patton turned back around to face him. Patton was still nervous but seeing now that Virgil seemed just as nervous it made Patton relax a bit more.

 Virgil glanced at his laptop, still on with his notes on the screen and his open textbook. He bit his lip and then blurted out, “Do you wanna watch a movie with me?”

 Patton blinked, taken aback by the question. “Wh-What?”

 Virgil felt his cheeks warm. “I-I mean, like, it’s good for me to take a break and stuff, right? And I figured, since you helped me and all I could repay you back by inviting you to a movie night with me? You don’t have to! I’m not going to force you but I could make us popcorn and stuff and...yeah…” Virgil trailed off, looking away. Maybe he should have just kept his mouth shut and let Patton leave, he could have saved himself the embarrassment.

 He chanced a glance at Patton but the borrower was...grinning. His eyes were lit up and he almost looked like he didn’t believe it. “R-Really?”

 Virgil nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t mean it.”

 “Then yes! I would love to!” Patton didn’t see anything wrong with it, after all, Virgil could have done a lot of things while Patton was just standing there. But he didn’t. Didn’t so much as grab at him when he was trying to leave. And he was nice and kind and that fact that he was so nervous...Yeah, Patton figured he could trust him.

 “Really?” It was Virgil's turn to ask the question. When Patton nodded, Virgil couldn’t help but grin as well. “Awesome, then uh, let’s do it! Do you uh…” Crap, this might be awkward. “Do you need a lift to the living room?”

 Patton glanced down at Virgil’s hands, still at his sides and seemingly not daring to move them until Patton said it was okay. Patton grinned up at him. “Sure kiddo.”

 Virgil finally allowed his hand to move, stopping right in front of Patton. Patton looked mildly surprised at this but no less happy as he carefully stepped onto Virgil’s hand. Virgil, on his part, tried not to think about it too much as he carefully lifted Patton up and closer to his chest. If he allowed himself to, then he might never move.

 “Ready?” Virgil asked, wanting to make sure Patton was okay.

 Patton gave Virgil a thumbs up. “Ready!”

[absinthemadness]

Long distance axel and Roxas and one of them falling asleep on the phone

Oh dang. I've written something like this before. It was this cliche/prompt filling mess that got me back into writing. A modern college AU, enemies to lovers, roommates... thing. 

So I'm going to self indulgently use my own AU  (This is from the ‘oh crap, feelings’ part)

Though I might come back to this idea in an established relationship kind of thing.

More under a cut for length. 

Contains: Swearing, Axel being a punk, entirely too much cliche, akuroku (In case the ask wasn’t a given)

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Roxas rested his head against the cold wood, wondering just what he was doing. He looked around the empty hall like someone was about to catch him, chuckling to himself when he realized what he was doing. He sucked in a deep breath and pushed the door open, slipping inside and closing it behind him. What was he doing? Why was he sneaking into his roommate’s bedroom?

But his feet were moving again, walking him across the room and he dropped back onto the bed, immediately surrounded by the scent of Axel, faded from the week and a half he hadn’t slept in the bed, but still there. He was halfway through a brief crisis of wondering again what the hell he was doing and kicking himself in the mental shins for how bad he had it when his phone started buzzing. He rolled over onto his back, pulling it from his pocket and checking the ID.

Sometimes he wondered if Axel had a sixth sense.

“Hey, Axel.” He couldn’t help but grin.

“Hey, kid! Miss me yet?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He teased back.

“Do you have a camera on that thing?”

“Uh, all phones do now?”

“Then why isn’t it on?”

Roxas pulled the phone away from his ear, and sure enough there Axel was, face clean, hair hanging loose and still damp, an enormous smile on his face. He must have propped his phone on a nightstand because he was lying on a bed, turned on his side, and propped up on one arm.

Completely forgetting where he was, Roxas held the phone up over him and turned on the camera, glimpsing briefly the equally huge smile on his face.

“There you are!” Axel’s eyes lit up before he started laughing. “Are you on my bed?”

“Uh, I plead the fifth?”

Axel sighed dramatically. “I finally got you into my bed and I’m not there to enjoy it.” He shook his head, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I guess I should have stolen one of your hoodies… or a pillow, or something then.”

“Shut up.” Roxas could feel his cheeks growing warm. “Man, I wish I had a laptop or something. Holding this thing will get uncomfortable quickly. That or I’ll drop it on my face.”

“Look under my bed. I think I left my laptop there, I haven’t been able to find it.”

“What?” Roxas paused. “You’re not going to freak out if I touch your stuff?”

“Roxas, you’re in my room… laying on my bed… I think we’re past that.” Axel rolled his eyes with a grin.

“That’s fair.” Roxas chuckled. “I just had a girlfriend freak out on me any time I touched her phone, even if I just wanted to bring it to her when she left it laying somewhere.” He paused, thinking for a second. “Turns out she was cheating on me… so kinda makes sense.”

“So see, I’m obviously not cheating on you.” Axel stuck his tongue out.

“Green today, I see. Don’t think I’ve seen that one yet.” Roxas rolled over and propped his phone up on the nightstand.

“Felt like being different.”

“You? Different? No way, mister punk.” He hauled his upper body over the edge of the bed and slid a slightly dusty laptop from underneath. “Sweet! Power cord and everything.”

“Shit. Power!”

Roxas straightened up just in time to watch as Axel dove off-screen for a moment before the camera angle moved wildly.

“How about we get things set up and I’ll call you back? Preference for video chat method?”

Axel rattled off a program and ended the call. Roxas finagled with the laptop and power cord until he had it set up on the far side of his bed. A quick glance of the clock told him how late it was getting, so he flipped off the lights before laying back down and pulling Axel’s blankets over him.

Axel answered almost immediately when he called, face reappearing in a similar glow. “Still in my bed, I see.” There was just enough light to see the mischievous grin.

“You’re glowing an awful lot for a phone.” Roxas grinned back.

“Borrowed one of my kid nephew’s tablets.” Axel waved a hand. “The twerp’s already in bed, so his mom was happy to hand it over. Still using my phone for the call, but I figured I could screen share the tablet and we could watch a movie or something while we talked.”

And so he put on some silly kids' movie and Roxas told him about his day, about the snowball fight and how there’d been a debate over who got ‘the bartender’ on their side. Axel told him a bit about his family, all the relatives that had come in for the holidays.

As the night wore on, the filters broke down and they shared more and more as they got more sleepy. Roxas talked about how it was too quiet without Axel around, and Axel talked about how he wished he’d brought Roxas with him. Axel also complained about his parents, how they’d been onto him about finding someone to settle down with, maybe not partying so much, his wardrobe, how his mom wished he could get a haircut. Roxas may have threatened him with death if he cut his hair, he wasn’t sure. He was half asleep at that point. But anytime one of them suggested hanging up for the night, one would claim that they weren’t that tired, and the other would agree without fail.

The last thing Roxas remembered was Axel telling him in between movies that Lark had his key and would probably be by tomorrow to bring him some food since the cafeteria was closed for the holidays and he didn’t want Roxas to have to dip into his meager savings.

Roxas mumbled thanks before he fell asleep.

He woke a few times throughout the night, briefly panicking at the strange surroundings before his brain placed the scent of the sheets and he’d turn over and find the faint glow of the laptop, Axel still on the screen, fast asleep. At some point, the tablet screen had dropped, so he took up most of the screen.

Every time he’d wake up he’d turn to face the laptop if he wasn’t already, watching with half-lidded eyes, listening to the gentle breathing or soft snoring before he’d fall back asleep. Each time Axel would be more lit up by the rising sun and he could take in more details, finding himself staring more often than not at the tattoos under his eyes whenever he was facing the camera, occasionally the missing earrings when he was on his back.

But he could remember once when he turned over, and it was still dark out, Axel had his eyes open, so he stared sleepily into green lit just enough from the screen, watching as a small grin spread across Axel’s face before he yawned, making Roxas yawn as well.

“Hey there, sweetheart.” Axel’s voice was scratchy as he spoke. “Go back to sleep.”

And in his half-asleep state he mumbled something like “yes, dad,” and closed his eyes, smiling at the soft rumble of laughter he received in response.

I’m sorry, this is a little rambly. 

[schrijverr]

Reacting to Destiel Pictures

Continuing like normal after everything that had happened. Dean has invited his husband, Cas, again to make a video in which take some time to react to picture of themselves throughout the years

Part of the Famous Husband verse, which is also a series

On AO3.

Ships: Destiel

Warnings: none, but tell me if you want me to tag something for you, cause I’ll do so happily without question!

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“I look like a rat, Dean.” Castiel deadpanned.

“No, you were the cutest ever!” Dean replied.

Cas pouted: “You only say that, because you love me.”

Dean gave him a quick peck and said: “That doesn’t make it less true, angel.”

Then the intro rolled, it was a drawn impala that came down the road, it stopped in the middle of the screen and the drawn Dean gave a wink to the viewers, then he sped off again and the smoke was bridge back to the video.

Hi, Hunters! Welcome back.” Dean smiled, “Today I am with my husband, Castiel, and we’re reacting to old pictures of us.”

“Hello, everyone.” Cas greeted everyone.

“Disclaimer.” Dean said, “For anyone confused about the last time we had Cas on the channel. He did not murder me or brainwash me.”

Castiel nodded, but he did stare into the camera for a moment and Dean had used the moment to edit in a light blue glowing gleam in them. Just because he could and it was fun, he liked feeding the fire.

“Are you ready?” Dean asked, moving on. Cas nodded, then Dean turned to the audience and explained: “We have a laptop here where we are watching the photos, but I will display them on the screen here. Sam picked these images, so we both have no idea what is coming.”

The first image came up, it was from their first year at college. Castiel was sitting behind a desk, thick book in front of him. He had a small familiar frown on his face as he tried to concentrate on the text. Next to him was Dean, he also had a book in front of him, but he was looking into the camera and sticking out his tongue.

Both smiled at the image and Dean lovingly said: “Ahw, you were always a little nerd, weren’t ya.”

Cas rolled his eyes with a fond smile and said: “If I remember correctly, you did quite good in school as well.”

“Yeah,” Dean rubbed the back of his head with a blush and shrugged, “what a stable home life can do for you, you know.”

He clicked through to the next picture. This one was a bit older still at college, but they hadn’t confessed yet, despite both being in love. Dean commented that and noted: “How did we not see how smitten we were?”

Cas laughed: “I don’t know.”

In the picture they were both standing in front of a monument of some sort. Dean had slung his arm over Castiels shoulder and had pulled him close. They weren’t even looking into the camera, lost in each others eyes.

Dean told the camera: “This was after our second year at college. We took a trip with Sammy for the summer. He took this pic of us.”

“That was nice, we went to the beach. You taught me how to swim remember.” Cas said.

Dean smiled at the memory. “Yeah,” he said, “you were very cute. I think I used a picture of that in my fake documentary of you. The ones with the bee sunglasses?”

“Oh, yeah I remember that one.” Castiel laughed.

They went on to the next picture. This was from their graduation, they were both wearing the stupid robes. Cas was hugging Dean from behind, resting his head on Deans shoulder as he looked into the camera with a smile. Dean held the arm that was slung across his chest with two hands and also grinned in the camera.

Cas said: “We had been together for three weeks in this picture.”

“Ahw, look at that baby face.” Dean said, “So young and besotted.”

“You still are.” Cas ribbed him.

Dean just melted and agreed: “Yeah, I am.”

He gave Cas a quick kiss, before moving on to the next picture. That one was of their one year anniversary. They’d climbed a mountain together and asked a stranger on top of it to take a picture of them. Cas was on Deans back, his head resting on Deans head. Both were sweating, but they had smiles that took over their entire faces.

“This was our one year.” Dean explained, “We climbed a mountain. I was so tired when we reached the top.”

Cas nodded: “It’s a miracle we stayed up long enough for the picture.”

“Yeah.” Dean laughed, “I had to sit for like an hour, before we could head back down.”

He clicked to the following photo. It was a selfie he had taken to sent to Sam to explain why he couldn’t come to diner that night. He had completely forgotten about it, but it seemed Sam still had it. Dean smiled apologetically in the picture, while an obviously sick Cas was in the background.

Castiel immediately deadpanned: “I look like a rat, Dean.”

“No, you were the cutest ever!” Dean replied.

Cas pouted: “You only say that, because you love me.

Dean gave him a quick peck and said: “That doesn’t make it less true, angel. You are the cutest ever. I remember you wanted to cuddle the entire time, it was so sweet.”

Cas looked guilty and said: “I remember, you got sick the week after.”

Dean ruffled his hair and reassured him by saying: “And you cared for me, very sweetly. You even asked Ellen to make that soup I like.”

They moved on to the next one. It was one of Dean sleeping in the backseat of the Impala, over him lay a familiar trench coat. Dean asked: “Where does this photo come from?”

“I took it, when we were making that road trip.” Castiel answered, “I sent it to Sam, since he had asked how the trip was going. I believe I captured it ‘Going to wake up the angry bear’”

Dean pouted: “I’m not that grumpy in mornings.”

Cas smiled, but didn’t say anything. Dean looked offended, but his reaction was cut out.

The next picture was the same one they had framed above their bed. It was taken at their wedding. Dean was holding Cas in a bridal-carry, both grinning like idiots.

Both couldn’t help the same stupid grin that took over their faces. Dean said: “This was the best day of my life, I think. Never regretted it, angel.”

Cas smiled at him, eyes filled with love and he quickly embraced Dean as he said: “Me neither. My Dean.”

They stayed like that for a moment, just looking at the picture. Then Dean softly said: “I’m so glad I found you, Cas. I can’t imagine my life without you… or Claire for that matter.”

The last part had been edited out, along with the deep and teary kiss the two shared after it.

When it cut the new picture was shown on screen. Cas was standing at the door, coat already on, bag in hand. He was about to leave, but his tie had been crooked, so Dean was fixing it for him. They both had a fond look in their eyes as they smiled softly. Claire had taken that picture a week ago and sent it to Sam, saying ‘Papa and Pops are being gross again’

Dean smiled and wondered out loud: “When did we get so domestic.”

“Probably around the time we bought a house together and fell into a routine.” Cas said, before realizing it was rhetorical, so he added: “I think it suits us.”

Dean thought about his tumultuous youth and nodded and agreed: “Yeah it does.”

Castiel looked at the picture again, then reached for the laptop. Dean asked: “What are you doing, sunshine?”

“I’m sending this to myself, so I can make it my background.” Castiel answered.

Then it cut to the endcard. Dean said: “That was it for today, hope you enjoyed it.”

“I did.” Castiel said.

Dean smiled at him then turned back to the viewers: “Cas here enjoyed it, so leave a like for Cas. If you don’t want to miss out, subscribe and ring that bell. If you wanna watch more amazing Cas content you can click here and you can click here for just me. Which is also fun and just as handsome, but maybe not what you want.”

“Assbutt.” Cas said with an eyeroll.

“Still not a real swearword, darling.” Dean told him, turning back to the audience he said: “Bye Hunters, see you on the road.”

Then the video ended

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I cried at the wedding photo so

cute, my gay heart can’t take it

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Dudes, what’s up with the eye

glowy thing at 00:50 scary

angel Cas is back. I’m scared

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I didn’t know I needed Dean

asleep on the backseat under

Castiels coat until now, but

damn did I need it

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GUYS?? IS NO ONE

WONDERING WHO TOOK THAT LAST PICTURE? LIKE WHO WAS THERE???

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The fact that Dean got sick

because he couldn’t refuse hugs

from his husband is the best

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Alternate title: husbands being

soft and reminiscing

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Wtf? Assbutt? Who came up

with that shit? Fucking whack

bro

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Ahw they are so disgustingly

sweet

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Do you think Cass knows bear

also has a different meaning with

the gays? Is he innocent? Should

we tell him??

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Dean and Cas: tell us they went

on a road trip

Fanfic writers: WRITE THAT DOWN! WRITE THAT DOWN

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They look so in love!!!

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[completelypeccable]

Unfortunately, I thought of a real plot

Can I Have This Dance? (new title)

          There’s drama in the Batfam, with a song about dancing somehow worked into each chapter.  Something is wrong again, and the family is falling apart.  Now, they have to put the pieces back together.  But the thing about puzzles is you can only figure out the full picture by coming together.

Chp. 2    We don’t have to dance

The phone was ringing.

Tim was awake, of course. The pale yellow dawn had begun to creep into the apartment, the cozy glow illuminating last night’s exploits. Twin controllers on the floor. Styrofoam takeout boxes that should be in the trash, not on his already messy table. And, his favorite part, his brothers snuggled together on his couch.

He had been perfectly happy to take the chair.

Tim looked at the caller ID. Bruce. His fingers found the power button, sending it to voicemail.

It was the first call since he carried Damian hyperventilating out of the gala seven hours earlier.

If he cares so much about where Damian is, Tim thought bitterly, let him figure it out. Use those big boy detective skills.

Tim turned back to his laptop screen, where he had been editing his report on the recent Teen Titan mission.  The past few weeks or so had been a blur. The team foiled a plot to blow up half of São Paulo, culminating in a chase by air which Tim, as a non-super, had probably no business participating in, but inserting himself where he had no business was pretty much his mode of operation. Then, with that finished and the criminals entering international custody, Tim had been planning on a night of video games and report writing when he got the call from Dick.

Tim glanced at the couch and realized he probably would never quite get used to this sight. He spent about an hour staring between the hours of 3 and 4 alone. Curse Dick and his bleeding heart, his was getting infected, too. It was just so cute.

Jason was lying on his back, one arm behind his head, the other hooked all the way around Damian’s little body. His eyebrows were knit together, so he looked concerned and vaguely grumpy- a sleep softened version of Red Hood’s ‘don’t even try it’ look. He was protecting precious cargo.

Damian had wiggled his face into the skin of Jason’s neck and chest, his mouth just open, face completely relaxed in the deep sleep of an exhausted child. An extended panic attack will do that to you, Tim thought. Jason’s hand rested on the skin of the pushed out belly peeking out of his t-shirt. The kid always seemed to gravitate towards skin-to-skin contact, as if he was finally going through the infant stages of emotional development. Which was entirely possible, considering they were the first people he was truly safe around. The thought twisted in Tim’s gut.  Convincing Damian the league’s actions were wrong was about as difficult as convincing him they would never be like them: slow going but definitely rewarding. Tim could barely believe there was a time he would have punted the kid out an open window if given the chance. He felt a bit guilty, but he knew they had both changed since then.

Damian was completely pressed up against Jason, but his feet barely reached his mid-thigh.  Even though Jason was a big guy, the size comparison was still nothing short of completely adorable, and Dick, Duke, and the girls had been sent multiple pictures already. The baby curls of his soft, short hair poofed up like they did every morning before he tried to gel them into spikes. One hand twisted into the front of Jason’s shirt.

The weighted Robin-themed blanket had fallen off the couch in the middle of the night, and Tim slipped it back up to his brothers’ shoulders gently on his way to the kitchen.

Coffee was the order of the morning. He’d make a pot: four cups for him, one for Jason. If he had to deal with Bruce, he wanted to do it with some semblance of control.

By the time he walked back into the room, Jason was awake, staring at the ceiling as he ran his hand up-down along Damian’s spine.

“Morning,” Tim whispered, sitting next to him in the chair.

“Nerd,” Jason scoffed, smirking.

He choked and spit out his coffee. “Dude!”

“What? You sound like an old man.”

“Why did I let you stay at my place, again?”

“It’s because you love me.”

“I’d love to hit you.”

Jason was entirely too satisfied. “Can’t hit me when I’m holding a baby.”

Tim scowled into his cup. He couldn’t argue, though. Last night, they realized they didn’t have any of Damian’s clothes at the apartment, so Jason gave him an old t-shirt and Tim got him a pair of boxers with ties around the waist. The t shirt alone went to his knees.

He was tiny.

The phone started buzzing again.

“Tell me it’s not-“

“I wish I could.” He declined the call.

Jason shifted up, swearing.

“Hey! Be-“

“He’s sound asleep,” he grumbled, arranging the kid so he was leaning against his chest, blanket curled around him. “Look at this sleepy burrito boy.”

They gazed softly as Damian sucked in a shaky breath, whined, and cuddled in further, gripping Jason’s shirt tighter.

The phone buzzed.

“Mother- Does he not get that we’re ignoring him?”

Tim hit decline call. “He will eventually.”

Damian’s feet twitched, and Jason held him just a bit tighter, one hand at the base of his neck, the other smoothing a circle into his back. His lips and brows ran in parallel lines across his worried face.

“I don’t think he’s going to wake up any time soon,” Tim said, noting the brood session.

Jason grumbled.

“I’m going to text the girls, tell them to postpone their plans.”

“Mm.”

“Let’s do the zoo trip tomorrow. It looks like Damian is wiped out.”

“Mm.”

“Take today to deal with Bruce.”

“Mm.”

“Give zombie boy here time to develop organized speech.”

“M- wait,” Jason broke out of his thousand yard stare. “What did you say you little crap stain?”

Tim cackled, but held the phone steady.

“Do not send that snap, Tim, I swear I’m gonna-“

“Can’t hit me when you’re holding the baby,” Tim sang, scooting backwards, already hitting the contacts for Steph and Cass.

Jason swore.

…

They laid around the apartment for a few more hours, Tim working on his laptop and Jason reading The Outsiders while Damian slept. Jason kept a shelf of old novels at Tim’s place; it wasn’t uncommon for one to spend the night at the other’s. They kept an eye on each other like that, knowing too much time alone tended to do more harm than good.

The silence itself wasn’t uncomfortable, but Tim could have used a distraction from his own thoughts.

This was a big deal. He and Jason were trying to downplay it, keep it together for the kid, but they knew.

They were essentially disowning their dad.

And it wasn’t like this was a sudden decision either, it had been something on the horizon for months, a serious topic of discussion among the older kids for three weeks now. These past few days may have forced their hand, but the hurt was still the same.

Bruce had never been the ideal parent. He was gruff, he usually didn’t have the words, and he literally had a t-shirt that said “Emotions are my enemy”. But he had loved them. At least, Tim hoped. He had made Bruce his life, let his business become his work, held his mission in his hands like a guiding light. He had been so lonely, left neglected in an old, empty house. Bruce got him out, introduced him to a world that never stopped expanding, and gave him access to the tools he needed to change it.

But lately, Bruce seemed… different. Tim thought when he brought him back, everything would be okay. Everything would be understandable and solid again. Tim had felt so sad and confused without his dad. His grief was overwhelming. But Bruce came back, and Tim was so glad, he was sure that would fix it.

Instead, he was even more confused. His dad was unrecognizable in and out of the cowl. Bruce yelled at him over everything, cut off communication and left. Batman… Batman hit him. Tim touched his jaw, trying to control his anxiety.

Dick had found something, videos deleted off the bat computer. He hadn’t recovered all of it, but what he found was evidence enough. Tim wasn’t the only one Batman was getting more violent with.

There were three videos. The Batman beating thugs within an inch of their life. Screaming at Robin. In one, right after throwing a man off the roof, Batman turned with his armed raised and Robin flinched so hard he fell over.

That was bad enough. But there was missing information, hours of footage gone. And that scared them even more. Tim couldn’t stop his mind from running through every single possibility. He could never shut it off.

A stomach growled, and Tim looked up to his brother trying to flip the page with his nose.

Finally, an external stimulus.

“If you’re hungry, Jason, I can get you something to eat.”

Jason scoffed, finding his nose a bit too large to be useful. “What do you have, pickles and mustard?”

“Ha, ha,” Tim closed his laptop. “You only get the mayonnaise now.”

“Good thing that wasn’t my stomach.”

Another gurgle, and Damian’s face scrunched up.

Tim paused on his way to the fridge and blinked for a minute, not sure if they should let him sleep or wake him up, but by the time he made a decision, the kid’s eyelashes fluttered apart on their own.

His green eyes crossed and uncrossed in narrow slits. When they focused, they found Jason’s chin, and he scrambled to sit up.

“Woah there, squirt,” Jason tugged him back down, going back to rubbing his back. Damian grumbled and frowned, but let his head fall back down.

“Just take a minute, remember where you are and all that fun stuff.”

Tim cleared some room to sit, moving aside paperwork on the table next to the couch.  

Damian’s face twisted for a beat before he pushed himself up again with a huff. Tim had to hand it to him for not immediately falling down.

“Alright, Todd. I remember now. Unhand me and I’ll return to Father’s soon.”

“Ha! Nope.” Jason sat up and yanked him onto his lap.

Damian scowled and threw his head back dramatically.

“Do not suffer me this injustice, Todd.”

Tim smirked. Damian was very clearly not yet awake, what with the slightly unfocused eyes and leaning into Jason’s chest. “Suffer”, he said.

“Sorry, baby bat. You’re not going back to the manor.”

That seemed to wake him up more. He jerked around to look at Jason’s nose, then his eyes.

“What?”

“You’re not going back to the manor.”

“Oh,” he said, a blank look on his face. “I am staying here today?”

“Mm.”

“Zombie boy.”

“Shut UP, Tim!”

Tim laughed. Damian still hadn’t gotten off Jason’s lap, hadn’t leaned away from the hand on his back.

“Is Father away again?” He asked instead, clearly confused. Tim would bet his last jar of peanut butter that Damian was still fuzzy on why exactly he woke up on Jason in this apartment.

“Something like that.”

“Father has left me home many times, Todd. Pennyworth is usually around, unless he is with Father.”

Jason didn’t react, but looked at Tim over the kid’s head.

“What do you mean by that?”

Damian fiddled with the blanket, pinching it up and poking it back down.

“It’s just that, he is busy. He’s home when he can be.”

Tim didn’t like the sound of that. He didn’t like the sound of his voice, the hollow loneliness. He suddenly felt pissed.

“Damian,” Tim said evenly. “When was the last time you talked to Bruce.”

“Batman and I-“

Jason tapped his nose, and he crossed his eyes to follow it. “No, Damian. Just Bruce.”

Damian looked at one brother, then the other. They could see the way he was reaching back in his still foggy memory, trying to figure out the answer they wanted to hear.

“No bullshit, kid,” Jason warned.

Damian looked to the side, schooled his face into a blank expression, and looked Tim in the eyes.

“It has been a while. Father is often… upset with Robin.”

Jason rubbed his back again.

“Alright,” Tim said. He was going to kill Bruce. “You’re staying with me this week, anyways.”

“What?”

“You,” Tim shifted to poke Damian’s nose. His eyes crossed, and Jason grinned. “You are gonna stay with me.”

“For an entire week?”

“Yup.”

“And I am not going back to Father’s?”

“Nope.”

“I… do not have clothes.”

“I grabbed a bag when I visited yesterday.”

“You probably missed-“

“Alfred packed it.”

“Oh,” he blinked, glancing back and forth at them. “And Todd?”

“Does what he wants, thank you,” Jason tickled his side. Damian swatted at his face, falling off his lap. Tim caught him by the armpits and helped him back on the couch.

“Don’t make him hit his head.  I really don’t want to make an ER visit outside the mask.”

Jason rolled his eyes, then turned, trapping Damian with his legs.

“Get off me, you massive troll!”

“Just when I thought you loved me.”

“Careful, Jason, he’s hangry, remember?”

“I am not!” Damian’s stomach protested the statement, and he looked down betrayed.  

Laughing hard enough to rock forward, Tim hit his head on Jason’s knee.

“Now who needs an ER visit?”

“Ugh, you two are the worst.”

“We did not cause you to become an uncoordinated hyena.”

“Harsh words from a chipmunk.”

“Hey!”

“Children, please,” Jason smiled. “We have to feed the wildlife. It pisses off the government.”

Tim stared at Jason for a good long while.

“Okay, I’m not gonna… Who wants breakfast?”

Jason made to stand up, but fell back on Damian, who yelped before being squashed.

“Todd! What are you-“

“Damian,” he whined. “I am so hurt. You called this weirdo over here Timothy last night. Timothy!”

“What?!”

“And you only call me Todd.”

“Get off-“

“Not until you call me Jason!” He met Tim’s incredulous look and raised his eyebrows convincingly.

“Todd, I will stab your kidneys.”

“Will you call me Jason after?”

“Not likely.”

“Boo!”

Damian began to squirm, but Jason leaned more of his weight on him and he growled in frustration.

Tim sighed and dragged a hand down his face. “Jason, it’s too early for-“

“Shush.”

“No,” Damian grunted. “Listen to Timothy!”

Jason leaned his face directly into his field of vision. “Bruh.”

“No.”

“Jason”

“No.”

“Jay?”

“No.”

“Big Jay?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Come on, Dames,” he whined. “I wanna be your favorite.”

“That’s Richard,” he smirked.

Jason grinned at Tim, who started to back away waving his hands.

“Oh, no. I don’t want any part in this, whatever this is.”

The wicked look in Jason’s eye grew worse. He flipped off the kid, just to jab his fingers into his armpit.

Damian immediately began to thrash.

“No!” He kicked the man’s stomach. “Stop!”

“Call me Jason!”

“No,” he choked, “never!”

“I can do this all day, kid!”

Damian fell off the couch, and Jason trapped him between his knees on the floor. He would have hit him again if his arms weren’t trying to protect himself from the attack.

“You have,” he gasped, “no-“ a squeal. “Mercy!”

Jason laughed then. “All you gotta do is say my name!”

“Todd!”

“Nope,” Jason moved on to his belly.

“No!” He giggled, “Stop, I!”

Jason made a goofy face and tickled harder.

“Jason!” He gasped, belly laughing.“ Jason, I yield!”

Jason opened his legs, and he shot out, scrambling onto the arm of the couch.

Jason whooped and held up his arms in victory.

Damian glared at Tim.

“Traitor,” he grumbled.

Tim laughed and held up three spoons and a jar of peanut butter.

“If you losers are done, I have peanut butter and pretzels for breakfast.”

“It’s nearly noon.”

“And we are breaking the fast. Ergo breakfast.”

“Fine,” Damian flopped onto the cushions, hiding his smile. “I will extract my vengeance at a later time for this injustice.”

“Oh, Timmy, the chipmunk just chirped at me!”

“Aw, Jay Jay, he’s so cute!”

“I can kill you eight different ways with that spoon.”

“Do you want us to feed you? With the choo choo train?”

Jason caught the pillow before it hit his face.

“I can and will use lethal force, Todd!”

“Jason.”

“Jason Todd.”

“Baby steps,” he chuckled.

Tim smiled as he scooped his own portion of peanut butter. The sirens in his head were easier to ignore. He watched Jason wiggle his fingers menacingly, then take a pillow to the face

He plopped the bag of pretzels on the table, inserting himself between the two. “Eat your shut up peanut butter.”

Jason stuck out his tongue, but grabbed a spoon.

“And after this, we’re cleaning my apartment.”

Jason looked horrified.

Tim felt no remorse. “If you guys are going to be staying here, we need to clean it. I’ve barely been here the last two months, and I do not trust my own cleanliness.”

Damian raised his eyebrow, “If the pizza under your bed has gained sentience again, I am not touching it.”

“Eat,” Tim glared, “your shut up pretzels, veggie boy.”

“Gladly.”

…

Damian stood and joined his hands together behind his back in a fair imitation of Alfred, if Alfred wore a Gotham Knight’s muumuu.

“I shall put on music, so that the arduous task of tidying this hovel is mildly less gruesome.”

“If you think,” Jason closed one eye and pointed his spoon, “that I’m gonna let you put on a classical music playlist, you are crazier than a bag full of cats.”

“A bag of cats sounds quite enjoyable, actually.”

“Metaphor, Dames.”

“I am aware.”

“And it means?”

“… I am very crazy?”

Jason held up his hand, and Damian returned the high five.

“Alright, ladies. Cleaning time.” Tim stood and took the spoons on his way to the kitchen.

Jason made a show of selecting his playlist titled ‘I Wanna Commit A Crime’ (we’re vigilantes Tim, it’s in our job description). Apparently, emo rock music was the ideal cleaning soundtrack.

Tim laughed at Damian’s concerned frown over Jason’s head banging as he washed the dishes.

He was just finishing up when Jason came in, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“If you have time to lean, you have time to clean,” he grinned.  

He turned around, planning on flicking water at him, but stopped at the serious look on Jason’s face.  

“What’s wrong?”

“Do you want a list?”

“Jason, don’t do this to me. I have anxiety.”

Jason shrugged, chewing on the inside of his lip.

“I just want to make sure you’re doing okay with all this.”

Tim really didn’t want to deal with this conversation yet.  He didn’t want to deal with any conversation.  

“I’m fine.”

Jason’s brows became a shelf again. He scuffed his foot.

“You keep doing the finger thing.”

“The finger thing.”

“You know,” Jason huffed.  “The thing you do when you twitch your fingers and start tapping out random- I don’t know how to use words, okay? English wasn’t my first language, you butt.  Just- You’re upset.”

Tim leaned against the sink.  “I mean, I think we all are.”

An ambulance passed by the window, and they watched the lights pass by several floors below.

“I’m glad you came by,” Tim finally said.  “You really helped Damian last night.”

Jason pushed off the wall and pulled him into a one armed hug.  “I came for you both, you know.”

Tim closed his eyes, leaning his head against his brother’s shoulder.  The buzz in his chest felt a little less overwhelming.

A car honked, and a thud came from the other room.  Muffled complaining followed. Jason laughed, ruffling Tim’s hair as he made his way to the door.  

No rest for the weary, Tim smiled and tied off the garbage. It was starting to really smell.

“Be right back!” He yelled as he stepped out the door, locking it behind him.

He did feel better, knowing that Jason was there. Once Dick came, they could really talk everything over, and Tim would relax then.  But he was content at the moment. He would just ignore it for now. He was content. It was fine. It was-

He sent the bag down the chute.

Actually, this whole situation was garbage.

Who did Bruce think he was? When did he ever become the type to hit his own kids? It was wrong, it was so wrong. Red Robin wanted to punch him in the face, especially when he heard him over the comms from countries away scolding Damian for things he told him to do.

And he didn’t care what was going to happen. He didn’t care if he got screamed at, or fired, or- or- he didn’t know! He didn’t care! Tim was not giving Damian back to anyone. Bruce didn’t deserve that kid. He was stubborn sometimes, and prickly, but he didn’t deserve to be treated like that.  He had been through more than any of them knew, and he needed someone that loved him unconditionally. Bruce wasn’t that. Bruce was acting like a huge jerk-

He slammed open the door to his floor to be confronted with a man’s back, hand raised to knock.

Speak of the damned devil.

“What do you want,” Tim spat.

Calm down.

He clenched his jaw, because as much as he wanted to fly off the handle, that would probably make things worse.

Bruce turned around slowly. He looked him up and down before putting his hands in his pockets. His smile was easy and so Brucie stupid.

Tim wanted to hit him back.

“You took Damian home last night.”

“Yep.”

“I came to take him home.”

“Yeah,” Tim glared. “No.”

Bruce quirked one brow. He let the silence hang for a beat.

His thumb tapped frantically against his fist. If he doesn’t leave, I am going to do something I’m gonna regret.

“You’re angry.”

“Great job, detective.”

“That’s… fair.”

Bruce shrugged, still smug and unaffected. Tim just glared. He didn’t want to do this.

“I’m-“

“You should go, Bruce.”

Surprise flashed briefly through his eyes before it was replaced by annoyance.

“Look, Tim, you know how Damian gets-“

“Kay.”

“I’m just here to-”

“Nope.”

An exhale.

“I’m just here to take him back home and talk to him.”

“Oh,” the cold in his tone hurt him as he spoke, but it was too late to stop. “Now you’re going to talk to your own kid?”

Bruce stared. Tim stepped forward, the picture of casual.

“Not last night. Not last week apparently. Maybe all month. You’ve been too busy to deal with your own kid, but you’re ready now.”

“Tim, I-“

“No, just shut up, actually. How long did it take you to realize he wasn’t even in the same building as you anymore? Did you even care?”

“Of course I-“

“Shut- Ugh! I’m not doing this for you, B. This wasn’t a babysitting job. I don’t care what you think. You’re not taking Damian back. Me and Dick and the rest of them talked it over. You don’t deserve that kid.”

The flip switched, and Bruce was angry.  His shirt pulled tight across his shoulders.

Tim widened his stance.

“And you do, of course.”

“I care about him more than you do.”

“I do care!”

“Could have fooled me!”

Bruce was tense from his shoulder to his fist.  Tim belatedly notice he had gotten in his face.

“You don’t-“

Tim threw up his hands and walked past. “Have to talk to you.”

“What? Listen-“

“I don’t have to talk to you. I’m keeping the kid, so-“

Bruce grabbed his shoulder hard, “Actually, Timothy, I have custody, so-“

Huh. Tim turned and smiled, cold and clinical. Just like Janet, they liked to say. Bruce looked unnerved for one satisfying moment and dropped his hand.

Tim stepped close, his nose inches from Bruce’s chin, devastatingly sharp.

“But you don’t, actually.”

“What the hell are you-”

“You supposedly died, remember?” Tim rolled his eyes. “Everyone thought so. Did you think we could just leave Damian in the custody of a dead man?”

“But I-“

“Came back, obviously. But we didn’t change the paperwork. Just in case.”

Bruce looked wonderfully, furiously constipated.

Tim turned his back on him and slowly pulled his keys from his pocket. “So, no, I don’t have to do this with you. You’ve changed, Bruce. And who you are now, you don’t belong raising a kid as emotionally fragile as Damian. I don’t have to pretend to be okay with it, and I don’t even have to like you. Because you have no right to be here.”

“I am his father, Tim.”

“And sometimes fathers are neglectful and abusive.”

The space behind him stayed silent.  Bruce didn’t even move. Tim flicked through the key ring.

“And as far as the state and the press is concerned, Damian is adopted. Showed up at age 10, clearly not white. You had adoption papers filed, Bruce.”

“Tim, you can’t be-“

“I am, and you should go.”

“Tim-“

“It’s been so nice to see you Bruce. Let’s not talk again soon.”

Bruce stood a moment longer before turning sharply and storming down the hall. The doors slammed shut, but Tim stood there gripping the keys and shaking. He wanted to scream.

He breathed in deeply through his nose, feeling the cool air travel into his nostrils, down his throat, past his vocal cords, trachea, bronchi, bronchioles, and down to his alveoli. Left lung, right lung, into the blood stream the oxygen diffuses. He thought of Jason tickling Damian, and the kid calling him Timothy as he held him against his chest. He breathed out the waste.

He looked down at his shaking hands, where his grip on the keys drew blood, and wiped them on his pants before turning the lock and opening the door to-

“Timothy!” Damian ran forward, “Timothy you love this song!”

Tim really looked at him, the way his hair stuck up in three different places, the dust streak on his cheek. His eyes danced just like they always did when he was trying so hard to make one of them happy. His hands were out to the side, and that grin. He really was Timothy now. Huh.

He was worth it.  This kid was worth it.

Jason danced out of the bathroom just as the chorus hit, singing loudly and mildly off key.

We don’t have to talk

We don’t have to dance

Damian grabbed his arm, dragging away from Jason.

We don’t have to smile

We don’t have to make friends

Jason chased them, sing-screaming along.

It’s so nice to meet you,

Let’s never meet again!

We don’t have to talk

We don’t have to dance!

We don’t have to dance

The song was at least an understandable statement, Tim thought. It was kind of a dance, or a stand off. He knew as soon as he took Dick’s side that he was cutting the last of the ties between him and the man who adopted him.

He was fatherless again.

He watched as Jason tried to get Damian to do the Macarena, only to get a towel to the butt.

He would make it through this.

Jason chased Damian around the kitchen, insisting he try the snorkel, the shopping cart, no the sprinkler!

Tim laughed, even knowing all that he did. That his nighttime gig would definitely change, that he would have to quit his day job.

It will be okay, he thought, when Damian rolled his eyes and tisked at Jason long enough for him to be swung over his shoulders as he jumped around the kitchen.

It might be better than okay, he thought as he opened up his laptop to hit send on one more application, which he had written as Damian slept.

Jason called for help, and Tim let the tension leave his body, exhaled it out in one breath, and joined them. He grabbed Damian from Jason’s arms and was spinning him around the living room by the next chorus.

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A Supernatural Christmas Carol (Chapter 1)

Series Summary: After a rough year, the reader is having a hard time doing anything besides work. When Dean encourages the reader to celebrate Christmas with Sam and him, the reader declines. After their disagreement, the reader retreats to her room. Throughout the night the reader is visited by four unexpected visitors. Will these visitors be able to help her have a change of heart before it’s too late?

Chapter One Summary: The reader is trying to find a new case, when Dean reminds her it’s Christmas Eve. The reader and Dean have a disagreement about whether or not they should take a break from hunting for the holidays. After their disagreement she returns to her room where she is visited by someone from her past.

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst and character death (an OC, no main characters).

Word Count: 2,160+

A/N: This is loosely based on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. I will be writing five chapters to follow the format of the book. This first part doesn’t have much Dean x Reader but the following four parts will. I’m hoping this series will be completed on Christmas Day. Wish me luck. Merry Christmas and Enjoy!

I sat in the war room on my laptop searching for a case, completely unaware that today was Christmas Eve. Earlier this year, I severely injured my left leg which didn’t allow me to do much hunting. On top of my physical injury, my heart was also injured. My sister joined a sinister coven of witches who used their magic for riches, success, and power. After months and months of not hearing from her, she finally reached out to me and asked to meet up. I immediately packed up and headed for Oklahoma where she claimed to be. Once I arrived the situation quickly turned south, and literally went up in flames. My sister was where she said she would be but she wasn’t who I thought she would be. Before I stopped hearing from her, we talked at least once a week. I attempted to keep her distant from my hunting life, to protect her. When she went missing I wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive. As soon as I saw her in that diner I knew something was off. The situation ended with her lighting the diner on fire in an attempt to throw me off her track, but in doing so she almost killed me. That’s when I knew my sister was gone. 

These injuries made it difficult to leave the bunker. I often felt stir crazy as I watched Sam and Dean come and go. In an attempt to be helpful, I crafted myself into the bunker’s personal caretaker. With my leg still on the mend I couldn’t do a lot of the heavy lifting but I did manage to do some basic chores along with lots of organizing. Between all the things the Men of Letters had collected, combined with things brought in by the Winchester’s, the bunker needed some serious assistance. However, most of my time was spent in the war room or the library, surrounded by lore books, my laptop, and my journal. I was now the team’s main case finder and researcher. I missed hunting and for now this was as close as I could get. I couldn’t help my sister, but I could help plenty of other people by helping the boys catch monsters.

Today felt no different than any other day. I got up early, made the boys’ breakfast, and started searching for cases. I was coming up dry and had been for days. I was just getting into some weird, but promising, internet pockets when Dean came in.

“Merry Christmas Eve (Y/N)!” Dean cheerfully greeted me as he entered the room.

“Eh it’s just another day” I muttered, as I continued to scroll through tabloids

“It’s just another day? (Y/N) it’s Christmas Eve! You can’t be serious?” He teased.

I had honestly forgotten about Christmas, and even with Dean reminding me I didn’t really care. Working was helping me feel like I was in control. After the year I had, what little control I could gain over my life I quickly took.

“I am Dean. We’re hunters, we don’t really have time for that sort of thing.” I replied, closing my laptop in defeat. I wasn’t going to get anything done at the moment.

“Exactly my point sweetheart,” Dean pulled up a chair beside me and sat down. “We’re hunters. Sometimes we need a little bit of normalcy to balance us out. Plus the holidays are a great excuse for pie!” He laughed.

I simply replied “You can have pie any day,” and stood up to collect my things. Perhaps I could find another spot to do my research.

“Why are you so tense?” Dean questioned, standing up with me.

“What else can I be, when I live in a world full of monsters?” I retorted. “Sure it’s Christmas Eve but people are still dying Dean. People are losing their sanity, their homes, and their family because of the evil that’s out there. The longer we sit here and play house, the more likely it is someone falls victim to another untimely death.” With that I grabbed my things, held them close to my chest, and headed for the exit.

“(Y/N)!” Dean grabbed my shoulder, turning me to face him. I could see his eyes glittering from the tears he was holding back. I knew I had hurt him, but I didn’t know how to fix it. I was not going to change my mind. There was too much at stake for me to worry about the holidays.

“Dean! You can celebrate Christmas if you want to, just leave me out of it.” I curtly replied, causing Dean’s hand to drop off my shoulder. I wanted to run to my room while I had the chance but I could tell he wasn’t done with this conversation yet.

“Listen, this job is hard (Y/N), but a lot of good comes from it. Every time we gank some douchebag the world is a slightly better place. I know that sometimes it feels like a never-ending battle, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. However, I also know how important it is to rest up occasionally so you don’t burn out. And on top of that I know that it’s important to open up to others, so that the darkness you fight daily doesn’t get bottled up, until you can’t handle it anymore,” He paused. “(Y/N) I know you’re trying to make up for the terrible year you’ve had, but you’re turning into someone I don’t recognize. I’m worried about you, hell we’re all worried about you! There’s no way for me to understand everything you’re going through, but I do know what it’s like to lose people. Please let me help you?” Dean’s words made my heart wrench. I couldn’t open up to him. It wouldn’t solve anything and it would cause me to lose focus.

Before Dean finished speaking, I heard Sam enter the room behind me. He must have been standing there for a while, unsure whether or not he should come in and join the conversation. Sam went immediately to Dean’s side and crossed his arms. Once Dean was finished, Sam spoke up.

“Dean’s right (Y/N), we are worried about you. We just want to help.” Sam delicately declared. 

For some reason what Sam said struck my nerves. Perhaps it was due to the thoughts of my sister plaguing my mind or perhaps it was due to something else. Deep down I knew both of them were trying to help. I knew that I shouldn’t lash out at them. Unfortunately for them, my anger and sadness overcame my logical thoughts.

“I didn’t ask either of you to be worried about me,” was all I could say. I turned around and briskly headed towards my room. I could feel Sam and Dean’s eyes on my back. The whole ordeal made my heart feel like it was in my throat. Breathing became difficult, and upon arriving to my room I quickly closed and locked my door. To my despair, I put my studies aside and dropped onto my bed. Of course I was disappointed in that interaction with the boys, but I couldn’t let that get in the way of my work. Once I caught my breath I sat up, went over to my desk, and dove back in.

Eventually, I came across a blog that claimed to be a dedicated witch tracking blog. Thoughts of my sister continued to consume me. I tried to read through the blog, but my mind would not focus. I turned off my laptop and set it aside, then bent down and picked up the Celtic legends book on my floor. Hoping that reading would pull my mind somewhere else, I opened the book to where I left off. For a few moments I was able to read without any problems but the words quickly became difficult to understand, just as the webpage had done. I reread the page in front of me a few times with no luck.

“Whatever,” I grumbled, placing the book down. I rubbed my temples in the hopes that I could get myself to focus on the task at hand. When I picked up the book again I was shocked by what I saw. The golden design on the cover had completely shifted its shape. I threw it down and scooted away, trying to observe it from afar. I blinked a few times but the image remained the same. The golden spirals now curled elegantly to form a portrait of my sister. I had used this book plenty of times before and it had never changed like this.

Even though she was made of golden swirls, she looked the same. Beautiful tresses of hair framing her face, full lips, and eyes that pierced the soul of whoever looked into them. I decided to scoot closer to investigate, my eyes fixed on the book, when suddenly the design was normal again.

To say I wasn’t frightened would be a lie. But I sat down anyway and tried to get back to work. I picked up the book and inspected it, half expecting the cover to change again. But there was nothing on either side. No image of my sister remained. The stress from fighting with Sam and Dean combined with the overall stress from this year was getting to me. I read for a while longer and somewhere along the way fell asleep at my desk. I started to wake up as a chill filled my room.

When I sat up to move to my bed, I could see my breath. This was not normal for the bunker and I started to get nervous. I shoved my hands under my mattress in search of my rock salt gun, but it was nowhere to be found. Just as I was about to call out for Dean, a figure appeared before me.

To my shock and horror, it was my sister. She looked similar to how I had seen her last, but instead of looking angry she looked sad and instead of being tangible she was transparent. I felt sick to my stomach and even though I wanted to scream, I couldn’t bring myself to say or do anything. I was paralyzed with fear and confusion.

“I really am here, in case you’re wondering. And yes, I am dead” She said while we observed each other from across the room.

“Um…sit down…sit down” I motioned towards my desk chair. She sat down across from me while I sat on my bed. “What happened? Why are you here?” I asked, still unsure if I was awake or if I was having another nightmare.

“What happened? Basically everything you said would happen.” She laughed. “The other witches felt threatened by me, then they plotted against me. Not only did they kill me, but they tethered my spirit to roam the earth. A spiritual ball and chain if you will. I haven’t been able to figure out how to get rid of it yet.” She explained. “But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here to apologize to you and help you before I turn into a vengeful spirit. I know now that everything you did was to protect me, I just couldn’t see it at the time. I am so sorry (Y/N). I threw my life away. I don’t want you to secure the same fate as me.” I began to cry as she spoke. My sister had been dead to me for months, but now she was actually a spirit sitting across from me. What was I supposed to do with that?

“Sis…I am going to everything I can to find those witches….and I will find a way to unchain you,” I sobbed.

“Don’t worry about that right now. Like I said, that’s not why I came here (Y/N). I am not the only visitor you will have tonight. Three more spirits will come to you. They each have a message for you. If you do not listen to them, you will never be able to overcome the challenges that lie ahead. Starting at midnight and following one hour after the next, they will come to give you their messages.”

“Why can’t they come all at once? Who are they?” My heart was racing. Usually when I interacted with ghosts they were already at the vengeful stage. It was worrisome to me to deal with spirits in this way.

“Remember what I’ve said already. Don’t throw your life away. And Sis, I love you. Good luck.” And with that she stood up and backed away. I shot up and tried to chase after her, but I wasn’t fast enough. She was gone.

Whether if it was due to the fatigues of the day or the interaction with my ghostly sister, or how late it was, or most likely a combination of all of these things, I went straight to bed. I felt greatly disturbed but sleep overcame me quickly.

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Saeyoung’s After Life Chapter 5

(LAST CHAPTER)

Go to Chapter: 1 here/ 2 here / 3 here / 4 here 

So, yesterday someone contacted me via Instagram and thought that the last two chapter got deleted since there was no link....I’m sorry I hope this won’t confuse anyone, let me explain: I write my writings in my Masterlist to show you what will come next and to make my life easier because just adding a link is quicker, HAHAH I’M SO LAZY XD and since we talk about being lazy....I was to lazy to correct this chapter, that’s why it took me so long, lmao XD but now I’m posting it...have fun my lovely Fonys :3 

Ps. If some of you memorized my Masterlist and got confused, yes, I planned to write a 6th chapter but realized that the last two chapters were really short so I put them together, heheh XD 

Saeyoung’s POV 

,,Please take care of them, guys...“ I mumbled and looked at Zen, Yoosung and Jaehee.  ,,Don’t worry....“ Jaehee mumbled. She was clearly worried. Well, I was too.  It was uncertain if I would be back alive after all.  ,,It’s kind of unfair that the trust fund kid is allowed to come along just because he‘s rich.“ Zen complained.  I looked at him ,,I would rather send you than risking my life there, trust me.“ I snapped.  Perhaps I was a bit too hard on him since he was helping me out... Hopefully I will have time to apologize to him after everything is finished....  My thoughts often wandered to my little family while we were driving in Jumin‘s van. 

,,Let’s talk about the plan....“ Saeran mumbled as he typed something into the laptop.  ,,We will first kidnap the man in black, his name is Lee Sang Chul.  He‘s the prime minister’s right hand and the one who followed us in the past. He was also the one who hurt Mc and the twins.... After we have him, we will interrogate him, that would be team A’s task.  Team B will hid cameras in the surroundings so that we have enough evidence.“ Saeran explained with a layout of the place.  Everyone nodded and agreed to it.  And so we followed the plan.  It was pretty easy to kidnap Mr. Lee Jumin simply began to talk to him and explained, who he was. The plan was to tell him that he was interested to work together with the Prime Minister. In the next moment however, Mr. Lee was dragged into the inside of the Van.  

,,Who are you?“ he snapped.  ,,You still don’t know?“ I asked and began to throttle him.  ,,Saeyoung, we need him alive.“ Jumin said as he observed us.  ,,Unfortunately.“ I snapped and tried to stay calm while the man, who almost killed my family, glared at me.  A bodyguard began to film the scene as Jumin calmly tried to get information out of him.  But the right hand of the Prime Minister stayed silent like a dead man.  ,,The Prime Minister will eventually go to prison, you won’t face danger if you tell us now.“ Jumin said.  ,,I....am loyal.“ he mumbled and looked away.  The man was depressed, I could see that it was pretty hard for him too.  ,,Why did you do that to my family?! Is that the way to show him that you’re loyal? Dirtying your hands with blood?! A pregnant woman? Twins?! Who the hell was loyal to us? We never did anything to this man! I don’t know and I don’t wish to know what my mother tried with that ass BUT WE ARE TRYING TO LIFE!“ I yelled. 

The man was still looking away, he actually looked pretty pitiful but I tried to ignore these feelings.  Before Jumin could say anything someone hit the van‘s door pretty hard.  ,,SAEYOUNG, JUMIN! WE NEED TO FLEE!“ Saeran screamed from behind, making me panic.  ,,Why?!“ I yelled as I opened the door.  ,,They found out! What will happen if they realize that Mc is alone without us?!“ Saeran snapped and tried to catch breath.  ,,Aish!“ I yelled and looked at the man.  And him?  But we couldn’t think about it.  Everything went quickly, five minutes of hell.

The prime Minister’s guards held guns up, ready to fire at us.  ,,NOW!“ Jumin yelled and all his bodyguards appeared from the hidden places, holding the Prime Minister’s guards.  ,,AT LEAST KILL THE DEMON!“ our ,,Father“ yelled and glared at me before he took his own gun.  I saw the bullet and regretted everything I did in my life. What if we would have stayed with our mother instead of going to Rika? Would I still have met Mc?  Would I still be a father?  What will have happen to my baby if I die now? To my two tomato princesses?  Who will snatch them away from me? Will Mc be able to forgive me for dying? Will she live without me?  I wasn’t sure.  All these thoughts hit me in five seconds.  Five seconds before my body fell backwards.  Blood was on my chest, my back was aching and my butt was scratched by now. 

,,SAEYOUNG!“ I heard Saeran yell. I turned to Saeran and saw how another bodyguard got a hold of the strong man we feared so far - the Prime Minister.  I looked at my chest, blood, I was soaked in blood.  Fortunately it wasn’t my blood.... ,,Why?“ I asked Mr Lee as he puked blood on me.  I stayed like that.  I was able to hear his words better like that.   ,,Because...I was sorry...I wanted to free myself from these regrets and wrong doings. I wanted the two of you to live happily...I really wanted to....“ he mumbled before he collapsed on me. 

Fear hit you in the middle of the night when someone tried to open the door, however mistaking the password four times.  You immediately jumped up, realizing that your reaction was too quickly.  You felt dizzy and were almost falling backwards but Zen was right behind you, supporting you like a strong rock.  ,,Princess, take it easy!“ he told you as he looked at you.  ,,Hid my children! Hid them! They are coming for us!“ you began to sob as the door opened.  It was over, wasn’t it?  ,,I MEAN, WHO THE HELL CHOOSES ARABIC AND FORGETS HOW TO SAY IT?!“ Saeran yelled as he supported his older twin brother.  ,,The word has a similar word, I just did wrong because I‘m not in my right mind.“ he laughed and looked at you.  The sight of Zen supporting you made him jealous but he was happy to see you.  ,,Are you well, Mc?“ he asked you as tears streamed down your face.  ,,Why are you soaked with blood?!“ you cried.  ,,Not his blood.“ Saeran snapped.  ,,Why are you supporting him then?“ you still asked.  ,,Because this idiot began to jump around and got hurt at his ankle.“ Saeran once again responded before he let go of Saeyoung.  Saeyoung approached you and hugged you.  You weren’t the only one who was crying now.  ,,J-Jumin?“ you sobbed.  ,,With the police...he will take care. Children?“  ,,A-asleep....“ you sobbed harder.  Your legs almost gave up but Saeyoung supported you for good.  This night the whole group decided to sleep at Saeyoung’s place, just to wake up two hours later.  None understood the fuss except for you and your husband of course. 

,,SHE‘S GIVING BIRTH GET THE CAR!“ Saeyoung yelled as he supported you.  ,,Saeyoung! Saeyoung it’s different! Something is wrong Saeyoung!“ you kept crying, clutching your belly.  ,,Mc try to breath, breath!“ Saeyoung comforted you and held your hand.  He tried to make you feel better but in his head he had completely different thoughts.  Was this what the doctor meant? Were unhappy things bound to happen?  In an instand Saeyoung and the other boys helped you to get into the car.  Jaehee went along with the two of you while Saeran had the task to drive a second car since the twins had to come along. Yoosung couldn’t drive and since Zen was in an accident once, Saeyoung trusted only his brother.  The girls didn’t know what was happening. All they knew was that their mom was sick once again.  ,,SHE‘S LOOSING TOO MUCH BLOOD!“ the nurse screamed as you lied down, completely pale in the white hospital room.  ,,SHE HAS NO STRENGTH LEFT!“ someone else yelled as the red haired father was pushed out of the room.  Saeyoung‘s heart was breaking apart when he turned around to take a last look into the room. He noticed that you were searching for him.  His wife longed for him.  This was the most horrible labor for everyone.  The medical support was at their limit, as well as the midwife and you.  But after a lot of complications and fears you finally gave birth.  And even through you still weren’t awake after one day and your new born boy was in the intubation, Saeyoung was happy because everyone was alive after all.  ,,How will you name him?“ Saeran asked when he visited his brother.  ,,Sang Chul. Choi Sang Chul.“ Saeyoung nodded. 

,,Yung Mi, Mun Hee, Sang Chul! Please stay here!“ you yelled as your 10 years old girls ran through the park together with their younger brother.  You were really afraid that your son could fall and hurt himself.  ,,Run behind them!“ you snapped at your husband.  ,,Huh?“ he asked you as he chewed his chips.  ,,You just don’t know how it works.“ Saeyoung laughed and begann to yell ,,OI! I HAVE HONEY BUDDAH CHIPS!“  You had to hide your smile as you saw how the children ran back to their dad to get the chips.  ,,Now, stay here, yeah?“ you slightly scolded them as you took your son up and in your ams and held Yung Mi’s hand.  ,,Mun Hee, take Unni‘s hand and Daddy‘s!“ she ordered and so like a family you walked through the park. 

THE END��

This story is dedicated to @khaizusan. She actually requested a story where the Prime Minister found out about the twins, since she draw a picture with Saeyoung and the twins (Chapter 1) and so I began to write about it. I didn’t imagine that this would take 5 Chapters but I‘m happy that you guys kept waiting for me. Thank you. 

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Doubts | Bucky Barnes

summary: when doubts start to fill your mind, bucky is there for you

warnings: crying

words: 1,7 k

A/N: Well, I know I know, I’M BACK!! (hopefully for good :)) this is a little thing I’ve written, hoping you all like this! as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! xx I wrote this to get over the pain that is Avengers endgame, if anybody wanna come to talk to me about it, hit me up!

The rain was pouring down outside while you stared at your computer screen, trying to find the right words to say. It had been nearly month since writer block hit you and since then, there hadn’t been one single word that you wrote down. And that wasn’t a good thing when you were an author who depended on their own words.

You sighed and hid your face in your hands, trying to find any ideas in your mind. But there were absolutely none. Not even a dialogue. Nothing.

For the past month, you had felt completely lost - normally, you were writing a few pages a day for your book idea but when you finally finished your first ever book, your brain was completely empty. And you felt like you were going completely insane. There was only one person that could tell you that everything would be fine.

„Hey, Doll, you alright?“ You looked up t the voice of your fiancee, a steaming mug in his hand and a worried smile on his lips. You tried to smile at him, trying to tell him that everything was fine but before you knew it, tears started to run down your face. Bucky frowned and put the mug on the table before lowering himself down in front of you and grabbed your face softly. He caressed your cheek, just watching you cry, knowing that you needed to let it out all out before you could tell him what was going on.

After five minutes, the tears finally stopped and you could look Bucky in the eyes. He just watched you carefully - he had never been someone that pushed you when things got rough. He knew that you were quite sensitive in situations like these.

„I’m a bad writer.“ Buckys’ eyes widened when he heard those words coming out of your mouth. You just stared at the ground, feeling completely worthless. Bucky grabbed your hand to get your attention and you slowly looked up, knowing that he had a completely different opinion.

„Don’t ever say that. You’re a fantastic writer, I love your work.“ His voice was steady and sure because Bucky was telling the truth - he loved reading everything you wrote, even if it was just a little poem you wrote in two minutes. Your words always seemed to get him.

But you just shook your head, knowing that he would say that. But he didn’t know what was going on in your mind - for the last few weeks, you didn’t tell him about your writers’ block. Bucky had been really busy with work at the Avengers tower and missions all around the world. He was always exhausted when he came home and you didn’t want to put another burden on him.

Suddenly, Bucky lifted you up and carried you into your shared living room to sit you down onto the couch. He grabbed a blanket and sat down right next to you, the worried look still evident.

„Tell me what’s wrong.“ And when he talked in that voice, you just couldn’t say no. So you told him about your struggle with finding any ideas to start another story. You told him about all the restless nights where you just couldn’t sleep because you wanted to find an idea, but there was just nothing. Bucky just listened and tried to understand your side. He hated it when you were upset - it always made him feel completely helpless.

After ten minutes, you stopped talking. And even though you should feel better by talking about your feelings, it felt even worse. It was like you were in a big black hole and there was absolutely no way out.

„Honey, don’t worry about it.“ Buckys’ voice brought you out of your trance and you looked up to your boyfriend who smiled at you. „It’s completely normal to stop sometimes. Your brain needs a pause from all this thinking and I promise you that after that, it will be back on track. You just need to get out of this room for a few days and do something completely different. And I have an idea.“ You raised an eyebrow, not sure what your fiancee meant.

But Bucky just jumped up and walked back to your bedroom without comment. You just waited there, too worn out to follow him. A few minutes later, Bucky came back with a bag in his hand and a big smile on his lips. He tossed you his leather jacket you loved so much and walked to the door to get his shoes.

You just followed him like a lost dog, completely confused. Bucky locked the door behind you and grabbed your hand to lead you to his motorbike. You had never really liked the loud engine, but the glow in Buckys’ eyes told you how much he loved to drive it, so you didn’t say anything about it.

The rain had finally stopped but there was a chill in the air. Bucky closed your jacket and kissed your nose softly before he helped you on the bike. The loud roaring of the motor filled the air and you laid your head on Buckys’ back and closed your eyes.

Your head was still screaming at you to head back to your laptop and write something down, but you knew that Bucky was right. The longer you sat in front of that screen, the more frustrated you would get. And there was no inspiration coming from just watching Youtube Videos or something else. You needed to find a place to get lost with your favourite man.

While Bucky was driving, you fell asleep and only awoke when your pillow moved, indicating that you must be at your destination.

„Boo, wake up.“ Buckys’ voice was close to your ear and you just mumbled something, not ready to return to the real world just yet. But you opened your eyes after a few seconds, only to look right into Buckys’ blue eyes. Damn, how did you get so lucky?

Your fiancee helped you climb down from the bike and turned, trying to find out where you were. You stood in front of a small white house that looked old but well taken care of and you could hear the crash of the waves in the distance.

This was the complete opposite of Brooklyn - there were no people o the street talking to their phones or honking from all the cars stuck in traffic. It was just - calm. Bucky just watched you taking it all in, hoping that this was exactly what you needed.

„Do you wanna go in?“ Bucky looked at the house and you just nodded, wishing that you could stay here for a very long time. Bucky took your hand and opened the door with a key you had never seen before. Who did this belong to??

„Why do you have the keys to such a beautiful house?“ Bucky turned back towards you with a grin. „Because it’s mine.“ And with that, he opened the door and let you in. The house was as beautiful from the inside as from the outside. Everything was clean and very simple but still modern. Everything was beach-themed and when you reached the living room, you sucked in a breath at the view.

The ocean was only around 50 metres away and even in the house, you could hear the soft sounds of the ocean. You just stared at the view, your mouth wide open. How could Bucky afford something like this? And why did he never mention that he owned a beach house??

You walked back to the bedroom where you found Bucky with a picture frame in his hand. He didn’t even flinch when you came up beside him to see him looking at a picture from his family. He had shown you a few pictures before so you immediately recognised his beautiful mother and his handsome father. And then, there was a little James Barnes and his sister, holding hands and grinning into the camera. And in the background, there was the house you were standing in. You finally understood.

„This house belonged to your family?��� It was hard not to start crying, knowing how much this meant to him. Bucky just nodded and put the frame back next to the bed and turned around towards you.

„My father never sold the house and when I finally found the address and came here, I hired a company to renovate it. But before now, I never really had a chance or reason to come here but with you being so sad, I had to show you this place.“ You grabbed his hands and squeezed, showing him that you knew how he felt.

„It so beautiful, Bucky. I can’t wait to spend my summers here with you. And maybe with some kids.“ The beaming smile he sent you told you everything you needed to know. That this was only one of many many times you would come to the beach house and just enjoy the time away from the city.

For the rest of the day, the two of you bought some food from the local supermarket and walked down the beach, the only sounds the waves crashing and wind in your ears. Unusual happiness had settled in your stomach, causing you to smile all day. It had been such a long time since you didn’t think about your work and just the moment you were in, right here with Bucky.

And when you laid down in bed that night, Bucky showering you in loving kisses, you knew that you had chosen the right guy. The guy who would do anything for you in doubt, and you would just do the same.

And while you slept in Buckys’ embrace, new ideas started to fill your mind.

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NCT U Reaction: Their GF seeing their dick for the first time

request: I was going to request if you could write Ten in the NCT U reaction to their GF seeing their dick?

warning: smut / sexual themes

a/n: I know this topic is similar to my previous reaction and the request was only for Ten but my head is full of ideas of different scenarios. And I know I could write this all also for NCT 127 but I love the U-Unit so much because of Jungwoo and Lucas. :D I hope you like it still and this time I have also Ten and Kun in this. YAY!!! :D 

Taeyong

Your eyes were closed and you enjoy the wind that slides through your hair. With your hand you reach out of the car to play with the drafts. You wanted to capture that moment and you wanted never ever back into your boring life. You open your eyes slowly and see the landscape quickly pass you by.

A hand grabs your thigh and your eyes turn to the driver's side. Taeyong gaze was focused on the street. One hand was on the wheel, while the other continued to walk up your thigh. You enjoy every single one of his touches. The summer days were so intense with Taeyong and you wish that this feeling would never go away. The last few weeks have been marked by passionate kisses and touches. Even with the thought of him, it begins to tingle everywhere in you.

"We're here!"

The car came to a stop, Taeyong parked on a cliff. Your gaze turned to the right and you are looking at the endless expanse of the sea. It was amazing, just beautiful. Slowly you get out of the car and sit on the bonnet.

"It's perfect."

Your gaze was still focused on the view and you realize that Taeyong had positioned himself in front of you, when his two hands were placed on your thighs.

"Just like you."

He just breathed these words and it was not long before you found yourself in an infinite kiss. Taeyong pushes you further down until you lie with your back completely on the bonnet. He pushed your skirt up and your panties down. There was no better place and no better time to have sex for the first time in your relationship. Everything was just perfect. Everything was perfect with Taeyong.

While you were still in a heartfelt kiss, he opens his jeans and pulled them down with everything. You notice how his head positioned itself in your entrance. You sit up and look down. He was hard and ready to penetrate you at any time. You get wet only by the sight of his dick and you took him to push it into you.

Kun

"Is Kun not here?"

You ask in surprise when Jungwoo opened the door for you. You are back earlier from your vacation and have decided to surprise your boyfriend.

"I think he's in his room."

Jungwoo smiled and stepped aside to allow you to enter the dorm. You thanked him and gently knock on Kun's door. But there was no reaction. You enter the room carefully, which was darkened. Only a single source of light came from an angle in the room, but you didn’t know what was going on. With slow steps you went to the light and you saw how your boyfriend sit at the laptop with his headphones. His hand moved up and down in the same rhythm, his eyes fixed on a video.

"Oh my god!"

You scream in fright because you realize what Kun was looking at. He watched a porn while he jerk himself off. Kun closed fast and startled the laptop and threw off his headphones.

"Y/N!"

He threw irritated everything aside and pulled quickly his cushion over his stiff member.

"I thought you would not be back until tomorrow."

You throw your bag beside and sit down in Kun's bed. You give him a loving kiss and reach for the upholstery.

"Maybe I should finish what you started?"

Kun's hands came off the pad and you slowly push it aside. His dick was hard, his testicles swollen. The vein on his penis glows blue and stands out.

"Relax."

You push Kun gently into the bed sheets and put your hands around his cock.

Doyoung

"I didn’t thought that La Boheme was such a good opera. It was a really nice evening."

Your hands clasped your clutch and with wide eyes you look up to Doyoung. He looked so tall and powerful in his dinner jacket, that your knees became super soft.

"I'm glad you liked it so much."

His voice was so gentle that it was almost a whisper. He bent down with his upper body to you more and more. With one hand he grabed your hip and pulled you closer to you. You breathe deeply and close your eyes until you feel Doyoung's lips and yours. You give yourself to him with your whole soul and body until you two separate from each other. His forehead was still on yours and your breathing was heavy.

"Do you want to come in for some coffee?"

Doyoung straightened up again and looks at you with a big smile.

"I would love to come in."

At first everything went so slowly. You pull out your key of your bag, unlock the door and suddenly you're lying almost naked in bed with Doyoung. His tongue is no longer buried in your mouth, but plays with your most sensitive point in your middle.

"Oh god ... oh my god ... it feels so good!"

Your fingers buried themselves firmly in the bed sheets. Doyoung slowly raised his head and sat up between your legs.

"Are you ready for me?"

Doyoung looks at you expectantly as you sit up and wait until he finally pulled down his pants. He tries to open the condom pack as you slowly pull his pants down. His cock was perfect, big and thick. You could not wait to have him inside you.

Ten

"I think that's enough for today."

Ten turns off the music and dabs the sweat off his forehead. You have been training with him for weeks on a new choreography and you have fallen in love with him as well.

"Are we going to eat something now?"

He turns to you and smiles. You nod and pack your things together. You two go to the dressing room and your ways separate, as they is separated by gender. You take off your workout clothes and take a shower. It was already late and nobody was there anymore.

You turn on the shower and let the lukewarm water trickle over your body. You close your eyes and in your head takes a movie place as Ten touches you and kisses you all over your body. You realize that not only your skin get wet. Immediately you turn off the water, dry off and quickly put on your fresh clothes. You didn’t want to go out to eat anymore, you just wanted your boyfriend in your bed.

You pack your things and go out of the dressing room. You wait a few more minutes, but Ten just didn’t show up. But then you hear his voice singing "Baby don’t stop". You open carefully the door of the dressing room. Ten removes his clothes from the closet, his lips moved to his song, his towel was placed over his shoulder. He was completely naked and your eyes were staring straight at his body. You never saw him so pure and natural. And as he leaned forward on the bench, his upper body was not the only thing that fall forward. His best piece came to the light now and it took all your attention. You watch your boyfriend for a while and watch his dick resonate with his body. But before he pulls up his shorts, you harrumph. Ten automatically conceals his midsection, but when he saw you, he relaxed again.

"What are you doing?"

He laughed broadly and his shoulders relaxed.

"Maybe we should skip the food."

You close the door behind you and go to Ten. He dropped the towel that covered his dick and received you with a kiss.

Jaehyun

The Surya Namaskara had become a daily routine of yours. Although you attend a yoga class twice a week, you try to do a few more exercises in the morning to become more flexible.

Jaehyun and you have been dating for a while, but it was the first time he had spent the night with you. But much has not happened yet. After Jaehyun came to see you after his training, you cooked something for him, but he was so exhausted that he fell asleep in front of the TV.

You woke up before Jeahyun and he looked so peaceful as he slept deeply next to you. You try to get quietly out of bed and put on your yoga pants and a sports bra. You roll out your yoga mat in front of the bed and start with your exercises. After a few Surya Namaskaras you stay a few more breaths in the downward dog until you return to the position of the child. But suddenly you hear a soft sigh that almost sounded like a moan. You straighten up and look surprised backwards. Jaehyun sat upright in bed with a big grin, his hands buried under the covers, but they moved.

"What are you doing?"

You turn around with a laugh and try to guess what happened under the blanket.

"You look so good in your yoga pants and in the downward dog."

He leans his head back, but his gaze was still fixed on you. You straighten up slowly and climb over the bed to Jaehyun.

"Do you want to tell me what you are doing under the blanket?"

Your eyes dropped to his midsection and he pulled slowly his hands out. You pushed the blanket aside and you were suprised as his erected member jumped towards to you. Your hands stroked softly his shaft while you look closely at his dick.

"Did you jerk off when I was doing yoga?"

Your eyes and hands were still fixed on his dick. He stroked your hips with his hands and watched your body closely.

"I just warmed up for you."

Winwin

Sicheng and you decided to spend a quiet evening. Your boyfriend decides to play a bit of Overwatch while you put your head on his lap and go through your feed on Instagram. But after time you got bored and you wanted to do something else.

"Can we do something together?"

You look up while Sicheng has his eyes fixed on the screen.

"I'll play only one round."

His reaction didn’t really change and his fingers were still firmly on the controller. You sigh and look back at your smartphone, but it felt like you had already seen everything on the internet. You turn on your stomach and put your chin on the thigh of your boyfriend. Your sight was focused on his middle and you wonder how well his dick would look under the pants. You could not stop staring and you realize that you are getting slowly hornier. Sicheng was still in the game but you start to massage his best piece.

"What are you doing Y/N?"

He let out a nervous laugh and for the first time that day his look escaped the screen.

"I want to see what is behind this packaging finally."

You kneel down in front of him and play with his waistband.

"You can’t wait another 10 minutes?"

He tries to devote his full attention to the game again.

"No!"

You stick out the tongue and pull his pants down further. A soft groan escaped Sicheng's mouth.

"Y/N ... I ... I only want ...."

He could not talk anymore, because you already had his best part in your hand. You didn’t think that his delicate body was followed by such a magnificent dick. You lick with your tongue over his glans before you take him completely in the mouth. Sicheng groaned loudly and set the controller aside.

"I think you won the game."

Jungwoo

Jungwoo was innocent and you enjoy that you also have such an innocent relationship. He will take you out eating ice cream, you take with him long walks and spend the evening cooking dishes from around the world. It was a wonderful time and you were incredibly in love with Jungwoo.

One night you two lay in bed and enjoy the togetherness. You and Jungwoo tell stories about your life. You could talk to each other all night. But in that moment, you feel even more attracted to him and had the desire to come even closer to him.

"Jungwoo?"

Your voice suddenly became higher. You were not sure if the topic was appropriate. He looks at you wide-eyed and waits for your next sentence.

"I want to get closer to you. What do you think about us going a step further?"

Jungwoo was almost paralysed and in that moment you became more insecure.

"Yes, we can do it."

His voice was also higher than usual, but very softly. Your faces approached slowly and Jungwoo stroked his palms over your arms. You put your hands under his shirt and lay your palms also on his chest. Your kisses were so innocent in the beginning, but in time your tongues moved faster and you catch up the desire that you have missed so far. With the increasing movement your clothes fell also off and finally you two were still in underwear there. Jungwoo bends over you and looks at you with wide eyes.

"Do you really want to do that?"

You run your hand over his cheek and nod. Then you release your bra and pull down your panties. Jungwoo watches you closely and you could see excitement in his eyes. After lying naked in front of him, he pulled down his underpants. You are watching his movements exact and somehow it turned you on that he took his dick in his hand and pushed himself slowly into you.

Lucas

Lucas and you have been dating for three weeks now. It was summer and you spent a lot of time together. But now the school has started again and it is difficult for you to see your boyfriend every second.

You wait impatient in front of the Frozen-Yoghurt-Shop. You could not wait to see Lucas again. It seemed like forever since the last time you kissed him, even though it was only hours ago.

"The school uniform looks so hot on you."

Suddenly Lucas stood in front of you and came slowly towards. His face came closer to yours and his lips came so close to your ear that they were almost touching.

"Were you a good girl too?"

You just nod, because you lost your words completely. He gave you a kiss that you have been waiting for so long. Then he took your hand and pulled you away.

"Where are you going?"

You follow the steps behind your boyfriend. Lucas does not say any word and brings you on to a side entrance. He leads you into a room that acts as a warehouse.

"What are we doing here?"

You continue to ask in the hope that Lucas will give you an answer soon. But your boyfriend does not say anything and pushes you to the cartons. His lips touch your neck and his long fingers were everywhere on your body.

"Are we allowed to stay here?"

You look nervously to the door and hope that nobody from the warehouse staff would come in. Lucas ignored your questions and massaged your breasts.

"Show me that you are a good girl and give me a head."

His words reached you while his face was still buried in your neck.

"What if someone comes in?"

You were insecure and your eyes kept turning to the door. Lucas has straightened up and looks deep into your eyes

"No one is coming in. We hide behind the boxes."

He take your hand and pulled you further into the room to find an angle that was hard to see.

"Get on your knees!"

As you follow his orders, he pulls down his pants. And as soon as you got to your knees, his best part jumped towards to you. You had to swallow, you've never been so close to a dick. But Lucas one was pink and beautiful, it was fascinating.

"Take him in the mouth."

As you follow his words, a groan escaped him and he closed his eyes.

Mark

"Is that good?"

His fingers stroke over your pink pointed thong. You moan and drop your head backwards. He pushed the fabric aside and rubbed his palm over your clit.

"You are so wet. Just for me."

Mark whispers in your ear and rubs his fingers up and down. Your eyes are closed and your mouth is wide open. You enjoy every single touch and you feel that your orgasm got closer and closer. Then Mark took a finger and pushed him slowly inside you.

"Mark ... oh my god ..."

Your eyes are opening again and your fingers are cramping into his biceps. His fingers became faster and his eyes watched every single reaction in your face until you reached your climax.

"You're so beautiful when you come."

He stroked your cheek and sealed his gesture with a kiss.

"It was amazing. I wish I could return the favor."

You sit up slowly and stroke your strand of hair out of your face.

"Well you could do the same to me."

He smiled and pointed to the bulge in his sweatpants. You nod and bend over him. You wander with small kisses along his body and pull with one hit his sweatpants up to the thighs. His dick lies down on his stomach and Mark is watching exactly what you are doing. You sit on his thigh and stare at his magnificent piece. He was slightly curved, but you didn’t mind.

"It's enough if you rub your hand on it up and down a bit."

Mark was getting impatient, but when you saw his dick for the first time, you don’t want to do it anymore by hand.

"And what if I ride you?"

You stand up and take his cock so far in your hand that you can introduce him at any time. Mark moans and his eyeballs turn backwards.

[speckofglitter]

crush culture - crs

- requested by @animejaem -

Word count,, 2k

Genre,, fluff, not that angsty but still kinda emo i guess

You absolutely hated crush culture. Every single one of your friends had spent the majority of their teenage years hung up on a guy or a girl that they thought was ‘the one’. Ultimately none of those relationships ever lasted. You didn’t understand why people would waste their time trying to make someone else fall for them when they would have to deal with heartbreak sooner or later. Having to be in a romantic relationship with someone just felt too suffocating anyways. In short, you didn’t understand everyone’s obsession with romantic love, forcing chemistry when they knew the equation wouldn’t add up in the end. You were content with your love for your friends, family, role models and hobbies. You didn’t mind feeling lonely once in a while.

You throw on a yellow hoodie, blue jeans and converse on, grabbing your bag as you get ready for another grueling day of college classes. You were majoring in visual communication. As soon as you got to class, you looked for your friends chaeyeon and eunbin who usually saved you a seat. You spotted them in the middle of the lecture hall, sliding between seats to reach them. On your way, you accidentally bumped into someone.

‘Oh i’m so sorry’ he immediately apologized, reaching down to pick up your fallen belongings.

‘No worries.’ you smiled at him, walking off to go join chaeyeon and eunbin. You greet them, taking out your notebook. Throughout the entire lecture, you noticed someone kept giving you looks. As you turned to your right you saw the same boy you had bumped into immediately put his head down, blushing furiously. You giggled, amused at his shyness. Chaeyeon immediately poked your leg with her foot.

‘Hey, what are you laughing at?’ she smiled at you, taking a sip of her iced coffee.

‘Oh nothing, it’s just that i bumped into this guy earlier and i saw him staring at me. What a cutie.’ you laughed, looking back at him to see him eagerly taking notes. You had never seen someone look so interested in a marketing lecture before.

‘I’m pretty sure everyone would agree that raesung is cute you’re not special sis’ she retorted following your eyes as she shamelessly winked at raesung who just smiled back.

‘Wait, you know him?’ you tilted your head, confused.

‘Oh my god y/n you must live under a rock. Raesung is well known on campus. He has a youtube channel and he posts covers. He’s an amazing singer, rapper and dancer. In conclusion, you just met an icon and it seems like he likes you.’

‘We just met, i highly doubt it. Besides i’m not interested in dating anyone. I will check out his channel though’ you retorted, turning away from chaeyeon’s nosy ass to pay attention to the lecture again.

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You were in your bed about to go to sleep when you decided to search up raesung’s channel name ‘gongjuboi’. You had no idea what that meant but as soon as you listened to his music, you realized the name didn’t matter because damnn this boy was talented. You stared out of your dorm room window, wondering if you would ever be this talented. You had decided to study visual communication against your parents’ will but you didn’t seem to be improving much since classes had started.

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The second time you met raesung was at the campus bookstore. You were looking through the racks of books on visual communication for your next assignment when you both grabbed a book at the same time. He immediately took his hand off, apologizing.

‘I’m so sorry you can take it’ he muttered.

You recognized him immediately, ‘you know, for a youtuber you’re really shy in real life huh? It’s really fine you can have it raesung. I’ll probably illegally download a pdf or something’ you commenting. You waved at him before walking away, your platform doc martens clunking away.

Raesung’s heart was beating so fast he could probably use it as a beat for his next song. You had watched his videos.

Raesung was the complete opposite. He was a hoe for romantic love. All of his songs had been inspired by someone that he either had feelings for or at least a crush on. He was the type of person who went to sleep and dreamt of falling in love. It was now happening all over again, because of you.

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Raesung was at the studio, dark lighting looming over him as he finished up a song. It was about you. He had been producing the track for 2 hours and writing lyrics for 1 hour. He recorded the track, immediately uploading it onto his youtube channel.

Meanwhile, you were in your room getting ready for bed. Fridays were usually the start of the time of your life. For you, that meant eating pizza in your bed as you caught up on the latest episode of grown-ish before falling asleep. You mindlessly scrolled through your subscription feed as you got a glass of water. Your finger came to a stop as you saw the raesung’s username appear on your phone. You immediately clicked on the video, curious to see what magic he had made.

The song was slow and sensual, his voice giving you chills as he sang the words. The lyrics dripped off his tongue like honey.

‘Let’s take our time tonight girl, above us all the stars are watching.’

You heart was beating fast as the song came to an end. You were completely unaware of how you had gotten into this mess. You thought you were loveproof. Maybe you had thought wrong. It wasn’t just physical attraction. You had always known raesung was attractive. He was tall, he had a charming smile and an athletic body. But now… now it almost felt like there was a gravitational pull between the two of you. You had never felt this way before. A fire was brewing inside of you and there was nothing you could do about it.

‘There's no reason to hide, what we're feelin' inside’

Those words resonated in your mind the entire night. That night, you fell asleep with someone on your mind for the first time.

-

The next morning you decided to act like last night had not happened. You got dressed, getting your camera and strolling out of your dorm, steps bouncy as you looked for a target. You had an important assignment for your advertising class and you were determined to make it amazing. You were thinking of going for a vintage style ad. You went around the city, taking photographs and videos of various things. As you walked in the art building, you came across an old television with a broken screen. It looked nothing like the perfect and ideal image that a vintage ad would want and yet you decided to take a picture of it. It reminded you of yourself.

After a few more hours of the same ritual, you decided to head home and start editing your project. You settled on a completely different vibe, using the television as a background as you edited the words ‘crush culture’ in a retro font on top of it. You were really liking how it looked but it was definitely not enough to impress your professor. You needed audio. You thought of what would fit the concept, your mind immediately wandering to raesung’s voice. You placed your head in your hands, ruffling your hair. You were frustrated that you would have to see him but it was the obvious choice. You decided to call him before you could change your mind.

He picked up after three rings.

‘Hey, who’s this?’ he asked brightly.

‘Um hi, this is y/n. I just wanted to ask you a favor if that’s ok with you…’ you trailed off.

‘Oh y/n? um yeah sure whatever you want.’ he coughed out.

‘So i have a project to do for my advertising class and i would love it if you could narrate my ad. I listened to your music and i think you have a beautiful voice’

Raesung paused for a second, shocked. He wished you could feel how fast his heart was beating right now.

‘Thank you.. And um i’d love to narrate your project. Do you have like a script or something?’ he questioned.

‘Well i have an idea but i wanna know how you feel about it. How about we meet up at 5pm at the campus café?’

‘Sure, see you there y/n.’

-

When you got to the café, raesung was already sitting down, scribbling intensely in a notebook as he sipped what you assumed was a matcha latte. When raesung wrote, he had a special kind of hunger in his eyes. His fingers moved fast, almost like he was typing. You sat down across from him, waiting for him to notice your presence. You peeked over at his notebook.

‘The girl with the heavy steps’ you cocked your head, reading aloud.

‘OH MY GOD YOU SCARED ME’ he yelled out, rushing to close his notebook.

‘I’m so sorry you just looked so focused.’ you laughed heartily.

He smiled, scratching his neck nervously.

‘So… my concept is about crush culture. I’ve never really understood the concept of dating. I feel like i’ve been surrounded by couples that had their relationships and were happy for a while but they all eventually ended. I feel like love is so temporary that i’m not sure there even is a point in dating at all. All this love just seems so suffocating. I want to express that idea in my ad.’ you explained, taking a sip of your black coffee.

Raesung listened attentively as you spilled your guts out to him.

‘Well, i had no idea you were so skeptical of love. I don’t personally agree with everything that you said but i think i know how i can make the audio for the ad. Is it okay if i take you to my studio?’

‘Of course.’ you jumped up from excitement, sliding your bag over your shoulders.

-

Raesung got straight to work as you arrived at his studio. He sat in one of those rolling chairs, scribbling a few notes in the same notebook while you got your laptop out working on the editing. A short 30 minutes later, he was finished.

‘Ok, i’m gonna sing the song i wrote for the ad, just let me know what you think’ he explained.

You nodded, sitting patiently as he got in the booth, ready to record. You fell into a trance as you watched him sing. You literally couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

‘I’m not falling for you, cause this baby is loveproof.’

You slightly shivered as he glanced at you while singing this particular line. As the song came to an end you smiled, clapping loudly.

‘That was… everything i wanted and more. Thank you so much.’ you complimented, excitedly grabbing raesung’s hands.

‘Thank you. So i’ll send you the recording and we can look at the final product.’ he replied, blushing as he realized you were still holding his hands. He looked down at your hands on top of his. You followed his gaze, promptly putting his hands down.

You watched the final product together, the both of you amazed at how good you were at your different art forms. Your vision had finally come together.

‘Thank you again raesung. I’m positive this is one of my best works and i couldn’t have done it without you. Especially since the message behind it was kind of personal…’ you mumbled nervously.

‘No problem. I love working with you. But i just wanted to say, love isn’t always temporary. I hope you find someone who can make you feel like you deserve to be loved everyday.’ he gently stated.

‘Like you?’ you whispered.

‘HUH? ME?’ he yelled out, confused at your sudden question.

‘I mean, you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like romantic love was worth it. I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, that would just be confirming my original hypothesis anyways.’ you sighed out.

‘No no i do feel the same. That’s why i was so surprised. I’ve liked you since i met you. Since you walked away from me with your loud ass boots. Since you laughed at me in marketing class.’ he chuckled.

You smiled up at him, squishing his cheeks before you leaned in and kissed him. Raesung was your first kiss and it was a lot better than you had expected. He held you like a prized possession, lips sweet like cherries. Kissing him felt like summer. You weren’t used to feeling like this. You’d never felt so alive.

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