#maddisons drabbles

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QUESTIONAIRE ANSWERS

Does your character use any microlabels? Which ones? What do their labels mean to them? Not really, she hasn't had the energy to really dig deeper into her relationship with romance yet. What she does know, however, is that she's okay with romantic actions as long as she is well-assured that they don't have romantic feelings behind them. Even then, she doesn't accept romance-coded gestures unless it's from extremely close friends.

How do they feel about romance in general? Rin doesn't mind other people's romances but she doesn't find joy in it either. Romance stories/movies are a general no go. They bore her very quickly.

Title: Maddison & Rin MC: Rin Day Book: The Senior Word Count: 368 Summary: A drabble briefly exploring Maddison and Rin's relationship. Taglist: @choicespride

Rin tapped her foot outside Kappa Phi Sigma. She shot an irritated glare to the horde of sorority women strolling past her. She knew she looked out of place –a good head or two taller than the rest of them, dolled in purples and blacks, and a binder under her fishnet shirt. 

Luckily, it didn’t take long before who she’d been really waiting for: Madison. Bending down to let Maddison kiss her cheek, Maddison beamed from ear to ear, “I’m so glad you could make it! I thought you wouldn’t want to go!” 

Truth? Rin didn’t really want to go. Mixers weren’t her cup of tea and she wasn’t even sure she needed the connections. Even now that she was a junior, her future outside of college still seemed blurry at best. 

Offering a small grin, Rin replied, “You’ve been talkin’ bout this since forever. Couldn’t miss it.” 

“Still,” Maddison patted Rin’s shoulder, keeping stride with Rin, “I’m really glad you came.” 

Rin rolled her eyes, thumbing her mixer ticket between her fingers. It was poor replacement for a cigarette but it was good enough. Good enough to not be rude at a mixer, at least, “I ain’t Becca, Maddie. She still givin’ you a hard time?” 

“She’s trying!” Maddison defended, fingers playing with the bottom of her floral pink gown, “And she really has come a long way!” 

Rin shrugged, hands held in mock surrender, “I dunno. I’ve only met her a few times and that was enough for me to keep away. Cain’t believe you put up with worse for years.” 

Maddison pouted, sliding up to Rin, “Can we not talk about her, right now? ” 

Rin laughed, “Sure, what’d you like to talk about?” 

“Well,” Maddison started, already animated, “Kappa was thinking of establishing some community gardens around the city!”

“Tell me more,” Rin said, genuinely interested, quieting as Maddison continued. These were moments she enjoyed. If someone, even herself, had told her that this pretty-pink princess would become Rin’s greatest source of strength at the beginning of this whole mess called college, Rin’d have pissed herself laughing. 

But now, she patted Maddison’s head. “Call me up whenever,” Rin said, “I’d be more’n glad to help.”

[munstysmind]

AN: these are stand alone fics that don’t have a place within the Maddison Timeline but were too good to not write and share…

WARNING/S: Language, physical assault, domestic violence and abuse, injuries, medical terminology and procedures, anxiety, panic attacks, nightmares, PTSD, mental health, police and legal procedures, smut and explicit sex. I think that's everything.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

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[ryo-maybe]

"Brevity is the soul of being funny." Mahatma Ghandi, probably

Rather than the usual three words, here's one and the drabble may not exceed 250 characters. The word is Word.

On Maddison Lark's "A History of Lampposts"

4/5

Lark's latest work brings a much needed breath of fresh air to the genre of wakeful reveries, which I thought all but lost to stagnation after the sweeping success of Tsushima Masayuki's Five Hours A Friend. The opus written by the man while he sat waiting for more than fifty failed interviews undoubtedly marked a turning point in the history of unwritten literature, but also damned it with a whole slew of uninspired imitators (see pg.78, On Thierry Canet's "A Tapestry of White Walls"). It is therefore with much satisfaction - relief, almost - that one lays eyes on Lark's musings, penned upon the pages with much the same crisp clarity shed by the lampposts that line up the streets connecting her workplace and home. The liberal use of spacing between paragraphs and the choice to center the text, far from the impression of scarcity, offer a glimpse of intimate loneliness. Laconic thoughts are scattered about like beacons, their purpose to cast the light that fills the minuscule world of their pages. It is not Lark's words that we cherish, but the vacuum between them, a silent interstice where less is more, and the lampposts buzz with an enviable lack of care. Lark's is a question for her fellow authors: now that enough has been written, what is there for us but to un-write?

From Hààth J&orm the Third's "Dictionary of Unpublished Literature: From Drawers Overfilled To Nightly Flights Of Fanciful What-If"

[saiyanprincessswanie]

I saw you’re checking out small blogs and thought I’d put my name in 👉🏻👈🏻

My main story Maddison is currently has 61 chapters and counting. There’s also drabbles and requests. It’s kind of taken over my life 😅

I’ve also got some non Maddison One Shots and some mini challenges too.

Hi there , I can absolutely put your blog down on my list I’m creating. I will start reading and reblogging in July. As long as your story follows my reading guidelines I’m more than happy to read and reblog. 😊💜

[i-miss-balthazar]

The Real Dean Winchester

Warnings: John Winchester was a bad dad, internalized homophobia

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Destiel 

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Dean Winchester had a very closed off childhood. There was no denying it, it was John’s way or the highway. So Dean was raised in that mindset, and John Winchester was a very… old fashioned person. Sam was different, Sam refuted John every chance he could. Sam learned things for himself, because he didn’t want to learn from John. Dean didn’t have that luxury, because Dean was never John’s favourite son. He couldn’t argue with John because he was terrified of what would happen if he did. John didn’t love him the same as he loved Sam, so Dean was constantly trying to catch up, trying to make John proud. He did everything John asked. Became John’s little soldier. Dean Winchester stopped being his own person, and he started being a second John Winchester. 

~|~

Dean was stuck like that for so long, he lost sight of who he was. Who Dean was. Now he was trying to uncover that, but opening that box inside of him was a long and difficult process. And it started with Castiel. 

Castiel sparked something within him that he hadn’t felt since eighth grade. Something he shut out because John made him. Dean fell in love with Castiel. And he fought it so long because Castiel was a boy. That was wrong. He wasn’t allowed to fall in love with a boy. Of course Dean would never admit this out loud, but some people knew. That’s where Gabriel came in. 

Gabriel had been the first one to challenge what he had known. Gabriel caught Dean staring at Cas longingly. Wanting, but knowing that he could never have. 

“Why not?” Gabriel had asked. 

“Get out of my head.” Dean growled. 

“Stop thinking so loud.” The archangel shrugged. Dean hoped he would have left it there, but Gabriel was nothing if not persistent. “Why can’t you have him? Bet if you walked over there and kissed him, he’d be over the moon. The pining is getting tiring, Dean-o, go on.” Gabriel nudged him, trying to get him to go.

“No, Gabriel. That’s not… right.” Dean frowned. Not that he had anything against gay people, he was fine with them, but that just wasn’t who he was. Who he was supposed to be. 

“Since when? I’ve been kissing guys longer than I can remember! Your brother is next on the list.” Gabriel snorted. 

“What?” Dean blinked. 

“Point is, go Dean. No one’s gonna stop you. No one’s gonna see you different. You aren’t going to prison for loving someone. Just go.” Gabriel insisted. Dean thought about that really hard. He was… right. What difference did it make? So Dean did what Gabriel said. He got up and he kissed Castiel. And Castiel kissed him back. 

~|~

Castiel was slowly breaking down all the walls John had made. Little things, but one by one, Castiel replaced the bad with the good. Dean could never repay him for that. He was a much more open person. Gabriel had claimed Castiel had removed the stick from Dean’s ass (with a few more graphic words that made Sam consider grabbing a gun, though he hadn’t decided which of them to shoot yet). Life was good like this. It made Dean realize he missed out in his younger years. Many times Dean wished he was stronger. Wished he was like Sam. 

~|~

It was a hunt. A simple salt and burn, but one of the witnesses - Echo, they’d called themself - stuck in Dean’s mind after it was over. Dean didn’t want to be rude, he had just been so confused. It was a relief Sam took over. So Dean decided to ask Gabriel about it, because Gabriel seemed to be all knowing. Like a walking gay encyclopedia. 

“Gabriel?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s… non-binary?” That caught Gabriel’s attention, drawing his honey gaze away from the marshmallow-and-toothpick-castle he was creating.

“Questioning things, Dean-o?” Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows. Dean scowled. “We met someone on a case, they said they were ‘non-binary’. I… what does that mean?” Dean sighed. 

“Ah. I see. Well Dean, you’ve heard of boy and girl, right?” He asked. Dean nodded. “Non-binary is another gender. Means neither a guy nor a girl.” Gabriel shrugged. That made Dean’s head spin. Of course the first thought was if they weren’t a boy or a girl, what did they have under the belt? Dean must’ve been thinking loudly, because Gabriel rolled his eyes with a resounding ‘ugh’. “No, dumbass. Sex is what’s in the pants. Gender is a lot more diverse. You’ve heard of trans, right?” Dean nodded. “So you know some people feel as though their gender doesn’t match their body? Though they were born, say, female, they feel as though they’re a male?” Dean nodded once more. “Well some people don’t feel like they are females, though they’re in a female body. But they don’t necessarily feel male either. It happens to people born in a male body too. These people can identify as non-binary. Somewhere in between female and male.” Gabriel provided. “Does that make sense?” Dean thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more it did make sense. 

“Huh.” Was his only response, before stealing a marshmallow and heading off. 

~|~

The burden of knowledge was a heavy one. Everything that once seemed so simple was suddenly a whirlwind of confusion. Dean had never thought about it before because he never needed to. He knew he wasn’t a girl, so he had to be a boy. It was simple. Until it wasn’t. 

The hard part was Dean had no idea how to tell. He couldn’t talk to Gabriel, Gabriel would figure it out in a heartbeat. So the internet was Dean’s only solace. (And if he took an online quiz or two, who could really blame him?) 

~|~

It was morning time. The covers were rumbled but miraculously still over them, and Dean was laying with his head on Castiel’s chest. They were both awake, just savouring the still of the morning. Dean was deep in thought, he’d been up late last night pondering his dilemma. 

“Dean.” Castiel rumbled, his voice still rough from sleep. Not that he had to, but it was nice. Dean seemed to like sleeping next to Castiel without the discomfort of being watched the whole time. “What’s on your mind?” He asked. Dean stopped; Cas had noticed. Dean sighed softly. Of course Cas noticed, Castiel knew Dean inside and out, it would actually be more confusing if Cas didn’t notice. 

“...how do you know if you’re non-binary?” Dean asked resignedly. No point in trying to hide something from your angelic boyfriend that can slip into your thoughts at any moment, (though he mostly didn’t, for privacy’s sake). 

“That’s something only you can decide, Dean.” Castiel told him softly. ���Are you uncomfortable as a male?” 

“Well… no. Not really.” Dean sighed. “This is how I’ve always been, this is how I’m supposed to be… right?”

“No. You’re supposed to be happy. What made you ask if you’re comfortable being male?” 

“I dunno… what if it’s just because I’m used to it? I mean… I do like more feminine things…” Dean trailed off, blushing. Castiel smirked, his hand trailing down Dean’s bare torso and pushing down the waistband of Dean’s sweats to reveal a splash of pink. “Hey quit that!” He scolded. “I just… I dunno.” He sighed. “I don’t wanna be confusing and pick a new name or anything…” 

“You don’t have to. You don’t even have to switch pronouns if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s just about making you comfortable and happy with who you are.” Castiel assured, kissing his hair. Dean nodded slowly. 

“Okay…” And they left it there. 

~|~

“Castiel?” Dean murmured, pulling his boyfriend aside. They had gone to the store to pick up some eggs, beer, and skittles on Gabriel’s request. 

“Yes my love?” Cas responded, his blue eyes wandering Dean’s face, full of concern. 

“I think I’m non-binary.” Dean told him quietly. Cas offered a warm smile. 

“Alright. What pronouns do you prefer?” He asked. 

“We can stick to ‘he’… or ‘they’ works too, I guess…” Dean mumbled, blushing as he looked down. Castiel just smiled warmly, lifting Dean’s chin so the hunter would look at him. 

“I’m so proud of you.” Cas assured him, gently kissing his lips. “And I love you so much.” The way Dean’s eyes shone in that moment made Cas’s heart soar. 

“Thanks Cas…” he smiled. Castiel always had a way of making Dean’s insides turn to mush with his gentle loving nature. 

~|~

Dean lost a bet. In his defence, he didn’t believe ANYONE could fit thirty marshmallows in their mouth, so why would Gabriel be different? Gabriel had his ways though. So there Dean was, letting Gabriel plaster his face with makeup and paint his rugged hunter nails. 

“Ta da!” Gabriel sang, turning Dean to face the mirror. It was a good look, sunset eyeshadow, a nice winged eyeliner, soft pink lips and teal nail polish. “You can take it off after half an hour.” Gabriel added, patting Dean’s head. 

“I might not.” Dean shrugged. Gabriel blinked. 

“...huh? Mr. Manly Man, next Captain America, wants to wear makeup?” Gabriel gawked in a teasing fashion. 

“I like it.” Dean shrugged. 

“It is some of my better work…” Gabriel admitted. “But I thought ‘guys don’t wear makeup’?” He laughed, elbowing Dean playfully. 

“Damn good thing I’m non-binary then.” Dean hummed. Gabriel stared at him for a moment, trying to decide if Dean was joking, before he shrugged, hugging Dean. 

“Guess so. I’m proud of you, bucko.” He added the second part much softer. “Pronouns?”

“He/him or they/them. I don’t really care.” Dean smiled. Gabriel nodded. 

“So… can I do your makeup more often…?” The archangel asked quietly. Dean laughed, nodding, and Gabriel nearly leapt for joy. 

~|~

Telling Sam was the hardest part. Dean was so in his own head about it, it wasn’t like Sam was close minded in the least, but Dean has himself convinced. Sam liked Dean the way he was, Dean had told himself. Sam liked his brother. Sam needed him to be this specific figure; a role model. 

Castiel and Gabriel assured him many times over that Sam loved him and it wouldn’t change anything, but just on the small possibility it would… Dean was terrified of telling him. 

“A role model doesn’t mean John’s perfect soldier.” Castiel murmured softly, kissing Dean’s hair. Dean glanced up from where he was staring at Sam over a mug of coffee, contemplating telling him, and Castiel gave him a small smile. Those words hit him like a pound of bricks. Sam didn’t look up to his gender, Sam looked up to what was inside. So why was Dean…

“Sam!” He called, getting up and approaching his brother. “We need to talk.” He sighed. Sam frowned. 

“Is something wrong…?” He asked. 

“No, no, I just… I wanted to tell you something.” Dean fidgeted with the cuff of his flannel, the nerves slapping him again. It was too late to turn back now though, now that Sam’s attention was focused on him. Sam gave a nod for him to continue, and Dean sucked in a slow breath. “I’m non-binary.” He informed, his voice quieting a bit. His stomach dropped as Sam eyed him slowly. Then Sam smiled. 

“Okay.” Sam responded. “Are you… changing your name?” He asked. Dean shook his head. 

“Dean is fine.” He assured. 

“And your pronouns…?”

“I still mostly use he/him, but they/them works too.” Dean mumbled. Sam nodded, getting up and hugging Dean tightly. Dean was slightly taken aback, relief swamping through him. He hugged Sam back, a tiny smile pulling his lips as he caught Cas’s eye over Sam’s shoulder. 

“Dean, I love you.” Sam murmured. A gentle reminder, that was exactly what Dean needed to hear. He managed to choke words through his tears of joy and relief:

“Thank you Sammy.”

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Sidebar: I never know how to introduce my fics, I usually just post them but I felt like I should tack the warning on this one so... I dunno. Don’t be surprised if the style changes. Anyhow, happy representation week everyone!

[maddisonsdrabbles]

Calthazar human soulmates AU

Prompt: The world is black and white until you see your soulmate.

Warnings: Fluff, background Debriel

Words: 1,662

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Balthazar sat on the grass under the beautiful willow tree in his backyard, his life long best friend's head laying in his lap. Balthazar idly played with Castiel's dark hair, enjoying how he could make it stand up. In his opinion, Castiel looked so much sexier with his hair all mussed up. Well, in everyone's opinion if the stares were anything to go by.

It was a peaceful afternoon, a blissful breeze saving them from the blistering heat. Very cliche in Balthazar's eyes. Regardless, it was enjoyable.

"Hey Balth?" Castiel piped up softly. Balthazar looked down at him, a warm smile playing his lips as he gazed at his best friend.

"Yes Cassie?"

"Are we broken?" Castiel asked softly, making Balthazar recoil, eyes wide with bewilderment. Where had that come from?

"What?"

"Everyone our age always talks about how dull the world is being so monochrome..."

"...but it's not." Balthazar finished. "The colours are bright as they've been since we were kids." Castiel nodded, glad his friend understood what he was saying. "I suppose we're just luckier than them, dear Cassie. Usually only people who've seen their soulmates see colour."  

"Maybe in the nursery at the hospital as babies... I don't know. As far back as I can remember I've only ever seen colour." Castiel sighed.

"Is there really a problem in that, though?" Balthazar inquired. "The world is so beautiful like this..." Castiel offered a shy smile.

"That's true it's just..." He trailed off. Balthazar gave him a gentle peck on the forehead to encourage him on. Balthazar's friendly kisses never ceased to make Castiel blush like a cherry tomato. Balthazar usually just laughed brightly and made a comment about Americans being so weird or something of the likes. "I dunno. How are we supposed to know when we see our soulmate now?" Castiel sighed. Balthazar nodded slowly in understanding.

"I suppose we can only hope." Balthazar shrugged.

~|~

"Honestly, Balthazar, you're an idiot." Gabriel sighed. It wasn't an uncommon phrase to hear off his tongue as they sipped liquor together, lingering near the wall in the lavish party they were at. Truth be told they only came for the free liquor. They could care less for the trashy bodies dancing in a mass to whatever song played through the speakers that crackled when the bass thrummed too loud. "He clearly likes you back, just look at him! Whenever you're in the same room he migrates to your side. He stands closer with you than he does with anyone else, and I swear if you could see the way he looks at you while you're not looking! He's like a lovesick puppy." Gabriel raved.

"So you've said." Balthazar sighed. "But what if you're wrong? What if I say something and it ruins everything we have together? I don't think I could bear losing Castiel as a friend! I'd rather watch him hook up with Dean Winchester for all eternity than lose him as a friend." Balthazar sneered at the name, making Gabriel laugh that beautifully bright laugh of his.

"Listen to yourself, Bal! You're so jealous of whatever is happening between them that you can hardly say his name!" Gabriel teased.

"It's those bloody green eyes..." Balthazar muttered.

"And those back muscles... and that ass...." Gabriel added. He'd only seen the pictures Castiel showed him, but he certainly wanted to meet this Dean Winchester.

"You're truly not helping." Balthazar sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Right, right, sorry." Gabe sighed. Balthazar shook his head, downing the rest of his drink. "You should throw a party. See which of you Castiel flocks to." Balthazar paused. That was actually decent advice. He eyed Gabriel slowly.

"Alright... but you've gotta come." He grinned. "Be my - what is it you Americans call it? Ah yes! 'Wingman'." Gabriel laughed heartily

"Alright Fancy Pants." He agreed.

~|~

Gabriel helped Balthazar with most of the planning and putting together for the party - and getting guests to come was certainly no challenged. Most of them were trashy 'friends' that flocked to Balthazar's wealth. He truly could care less about them, but it wouldn't be a party with only the four of them there. Castiel was never really one for the party crowd, but a little bit of coaxing from Balthazar had him reluctantly agreeing to join them, muttering something about taking care of Balthazar when he was wasted. Balthazar just smiled, pretending the sentiment didn't make his heart flutter.

Castiel was late, but Balthazar already knew he would be, since Castiel's little sister Anna would definitely haul him back when he was almost out the door because 'Castiel you are not wearing that to a party, you look like a pedophile'. Balthazar could already hear her saying it, picturing Cas trying to slip out the door in a plain suit covered by his trench coat.

Castiel knocked, as he always did, despite how many times Balthazar insisted he had no need to, given he practically lived there half the time. Castiel merely mumbled something about manners and continued to knock. Balthazar opened the door cheerfully, a bright smile on his face.

"Cassie!" He greeted, his eyes dipping down over Castiel's body. Skin tight jeans - the ones that brought out his ass impeccably - and a plain white dress shirt with the first two buttons undone. Not too fancy, but not to casual. Balthazar greatly appreciated the sight.

"Hello Balthazar." Castiel greeted with a smile.

"You look ravishing." Balthazar praised, offering a hand. "Come on inside." He invited. Castiel took his hand, allowing Balthazar to whisk him into the house full of loud music, flashy lights, and liquor.

"Castiel!" Gabriel hollered, skipping over. "Where's your friend? The one with the bubble butt from the pictures." He snickered. He was tipsy, but only a little, and had a cherry sucker in his mouth. Castiel sighed heavily.

"His name is Dean, and I didn't know he was coming." Castiel responded, looking to Balthazar with a brow raised. Balthazar shrugged.

"Figured I'd give my little wallflower someone to chat with when I inevitably get hauled away by some trashy blonde trying to get into my wallet through my pants." He chuckled, pressing a friendly kiss to Castiel's temple.

"I still don't understand why you are friends with people who would use you like that..." Castiel sighed sadly. Balthazar just shrugged.

"Oh hey, Castiel!" An all too familiar voice called, and Balthazar grudgingly turned to see Dean Winchester. He wasn't a bad person, Balthazar just couldn't stand to watch him and Castiel undressing each other with their eyes. It only crushed his heart a little bit.

"Hello Dean." Castiel greeted, making Dean's grin widen. Balthazar sipped his flute of champagne.

"So this is the legendary Dean Winchester?" Gabriel hummed, returning with a beer in hand. He stopped, staring at Dean with his jaw agape.

"Hello--" Dean's voice faltered as he stared at Gabriel like the smaller man had just shown him the world in a new light. Balthazar paused as it dawned on him. They truly were seeing the world in a new light. The moment of shock as they simply stared into each other's eyes lingered, and Castiel shuffled closer to Balthazar, leaning to his ear.

"We should give them some space." Castiel's low, gravelly voice rumbled in his ear. It send involuntary shivers down Balthazar's spine. He nodded, and they slipped away to the quiet of the kitchen.

"That was beautiful..." Castiel smiled warmly. It truly was something to watch two people realize they were destined to love each other until the end of time. "I wish I had the chance to have that happen." Castiel sighed dejectedly.

"It's really not that bad our way." Balthazar assured.

"But how am I supposed to know who I'm supposed to love!" Castiel retorted in distress. Balthazar sighed, drawing Castiel into his arms.

Castiel's friend Sam chose that moment to come into the room in search of snacks. He eyed them for a second.

"Sorry, were you having a moment?" He asked, quite tipsy. Balthazar sighed, releasing Castiel.

"Just... not sure how I'm supposed to meet my soulmate." Castiel sighed. Clearly he'd already informed Sam of his situation. Sam stared at the for a moment, before he burst out laughing. Castiel and Balthazar shared a confused look.

"Just means your someone is someone you've always known. Since you were a kid." Sam sighed, grinning as if he was waiting for them to catch on. They both gave him blank stares. "You two are obviously soulmates. I don't know how you didn't figure it out. You've known each other since you were kids, and you're clearly infatuated with each other." Sam pressed. "There's a bet going around on how long it's going to take you to figure it out-" He hiccuped. "I wasn't supposed to say anything so shh." Drunk Sam grabbed a bag of cheetos from the pantry before wandering off, leaving Castiel and Balthazar standing far too close, both blushing darkly and avoiding eye contact.

After awhile, Castiel cleared his throat, eyes slowly dragging up to look at Balthazar.

"Do you think he's right?" Castiel whispered quietly, for Balthazar's ears and Balthazar's ears only. Balthazar swallowed hard.

"Only one way to find out..." He murmured. Castiel gave him a confused look, before Balthazar elaborated by pressing his lip to Castiel's. 

Castiel melted into it, caressing Balthazar’s face as his heart soared. Never in his wildest dreams did he think Balthazar would reciprocate his feelings... Castiel pushes Balthazar to the wall, deepening the kiss.

When they finally drew away, Balthazar leaned his forehead on Castiel’s to keep the closeness.

“Is that a yes?” Balthazar murmured softly, because there was no need to be loud with Castiel so close their chests pressed against each other. Castiel chuckled softly. It was such a beautiful sound in Balthazar’s ears, and if he could smile brighter, he would.

“Yes, Balthazar.” He smiled, stealing another kiss.

~|~

Tag list: @petrichoravellichor

[abbatoirablaze]

The Good Girl's Club Master List

This Series is completed. :)

They aren’t like today’s kids.

They don’t sleep around.

They aren’t interested in boys their own age.

They were raised by six strong, independent, and incredibly attractive men.

Ari Levinson, an Israeli government agent was tasked with being an ambassador, and he and his two daughters Maya and Nia were sent to Washington DC. After his wife divorced him, and took Maya, Nia and his job became the only things that mattered.

Andy Barber was the district attorney in Boston. With the death of his wife, Laurie, and son, Jacob, Andy thought it be best to start over fresh with his little girl, Brittany. He accepted the role of district attorney in one of the most corrupt places in the country.

Lee Bodecker was the sheriff of a small county in Ohio. When a friend messaged Lee in DC, saying he should apply to be the sheriff there, he figured ‘why not’ and tried. He got it, and then two years later started shacking up with a woman who had a six-year-old daughter, Em. They were two peas in a pod.

Jake Jensen wanted to settle down after Bolivia. He loved being the communications expert for the Losers, but something was missing. That something came in the form of a woman with a little girl by the name of Maddison, the most adventurous little girl he’d ever met. But Jake, a man with very little prospects sucked it up, and stuck it out.

Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, felt lost when Peggy Carter died, and unfulfilled when Sharon clearly couldn’t fill in the gaps. But something he’d always wanted was a family. Only, he didn’t need a woman to have one. Sasha was adopted from a Russian orphanage when she was two years old, and he hasn’t looked back since.

Bucky Barnes found his solace a few years later, shortly after his best friend’s daughter’s fourth birthday. Bucky hadn’t had much luck with women since he was deprogrammed in Wakanda. One thing he did have luck in, was finding his adopted daughter Cameron, or Cami for short. Bucky started out fostering her, but by her sixth birthday, he had adopted her.

But regardless of what you want to call it: good luck. Serendipity. These girls made a pact when they were sixteen.

They were the good girl's club

Junior Year

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20

Senior Year

Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Chapter 31, Chapter 32, Chapter 33, Chapter 34, Chapter 35, Chapter 36, Chapter 37, Chapter 38, Chapter 39

One Year Later

Chapter 40

Drabbles & 1shots

Good Girl's Club, Father's Day

The Bodeckers

Domesticated--Em, Late Night snack--Em, Flirting 101--Em

The Barbers

Boston--Sasha, Moving On--Sasha, Momma--Rachel, The Little Things-Michael , No Contact, Andy & Sasha, Summer Party--Michael, Boston Valentine--Andy & Sasha

The Jensens

Baby Fever--Maddie, Flirting 101--Maddie, Changes--Maddie, The Birth of Tyler Jensen--Maddie, JJ, Jealous Jake--Maddie, Exhibitionism 101--Maddie, Cock Warming--Maddie, Insecurities--Maddie, Picking Up Evie--Maddie & Jake

The Rogers

First Time--Cami, Princess Dresses--Cami, In The Tower--Cami, Daddy's Girl--Cami, Manscaping--Steve, When They Were Young--Steve & Cami, When The Prince Is Really A Frog-Cami

The Levinsons

Flirting 101--Britt, Easter Egg Engagement--Britt, Honey--Britt, Negotiations--Britt, The Embassy--Britt, Arianna--Ari & Britt

Finding Out-Nia, Nia's Baby-Nia

The Barnes

Safety Blanket--Ali, Flirting 101--Cami/Ali

Assorted Drabbles

A Good Girl's Easter, A Good Girl's Mother's Day, Good Girls Grown Up

[lovelierbitsoflife]

Better, now that I’m here with you

Wilmon settling down and having a movie night with the girls

Read on AO3 here

Rating: General Audience

Tags: super short drabble, fluffy, love, comfort Wilmon, Simon is the big spoon, Wilhelm is the small spoon, Wilmon hugs,

A/N: it’s like 1:30am and I was looking for comfort...

“Hey Wille! We just started the movie, make yourself at home,” Felice was lounging on the couch with her legs tucked under her, Sara seated upright at the other end of the 3-seater couch, and Maddison strewn across both of their laps, head supported by a cushion on Sara’s lap and both feet adorned with fluffy stripy pink socks thrown over Felice’s thighs.

“Hey, thanks,” He smiles and bring his eyes towards Simon, who is seated on some layered throws on the floor, his back perched up against the couch and elbows propped up against his bent knees, obviously midway scrolling through his phone before becoming distracted. Their eyes meet and Simon breaks into such a tender smile that Wilhelm swears he can’t control it when his face breaks into the biggest shit-eating-grin. He feels his face might split open from the love threatening to burst from every fibre of his being. It’s scary. Overwhelming. And yet, oddly calming.

Wilhelm slumps onto the throws, seating himself between Simon’s thighs. 

He feels Simon’s warm arms slide under his and softly wrap around his torso, pulling to cradle his back against Simon’s chest, fitting together so perfectly, their bodies made for each other.

It was always like this now, their bodies melding together, no awkward limbs, no elbow and knee clashes. Their beings so familiar with each other that it was no longer a conscious awareness, to know the other person’s angles, corners, softness and patterns. 

As Wilhelm settled further into Simon’s body, he sighed and tipped his neck back, feeling his head cushioned perfectly in the nook between Simon’s shoulder and base of his neck. Wilhelm’s second favourite place in the world to be. Wilhelm shoo’d the thought away with a blush. A public space in the company of friends wasn’t the place to get carried away with lewd thoughts. He felt Simon’s face dip forward, and the familiar silky touch of Simon’s cheek streaked against his temple soothingly, and suddenly it was exceptionally challenging trying to keep his thoughts at bay.

“Hey, handsome,” Simon’s low, almost-whisper tickles around his ear and sends a shiver down his spine.

“Hey, yourself,” He replies, turning his face towards Simon to gently nudge back. 

Simon chuckles, “How was dinner at home with the parents? You feeling okay?” 

Wilhelm feels Simon’s arms tighten around him just a fraction, and warms at the thought of Simon worrying about him over something as trivial as his obligatory dinner with this parents once a month. He fights the urge to argue that the palace no longer feels homey as it used to, but is too content in this moment to bring up unpleasantries that did not matter anyways. 

He crosses his arms and encompasses Simon’s hands in his own, intertwining their fingers together. Rotating his head sideways a bit further, Wilhelm glides his lips along the underside of Simon’s jaw, before landing a warm, languid kiss at his jugular, which is as far up as he can reach in his position.

As he brings his lips back, Wilhelm feels Simon swallow, then take in a deep, shaky breath. He snickers lightly, warming his forehead against Simon’s neck and squeezing Simon’s hands tightly. This is where he felt at home. In Simon’s arm, where he was safe and loved.

“Better, now that I’m here with you,” 

[ozarkthedog]

Hi,

Firstly, thank you for the shout outs to help us baby blogs 💙

So I’m relatively new to writing. I started in March/April of 2021 and it’s really helped me process and move on from a lot of trauma myself and my loved ones went through in 2020/21

I’m a very shy, introverted 30 year old. Although you wouldn’t know it if you DM/message with me 🤣

My main story is a Chris Evans RPF with original characters. It’s called Maddison, after the main original character.

Maddie is an Australian (like me) actor who’s been through a lot at the hands of her ex and is best friends with Sebastian Stan. Evans doesn’t make an appearance until chapter 22 but there’s a LOT of important backstory and events that happen in the first 21 chapters.

It’s 60 chapters in (I’m currently writing number 61 and 62) and I’m not slowing down any time soon. I’ve also written around 30 drabbles and prompts for the Maddison series too.

I haven’t written much outside of Maddison but one of my favourite One Shots I have written is Cable Knit. It’s a really cute fluff piece about the cable knit sweaters Chris Evans loves.

Yes, I write for Evans mostly. The man has an unhealthy hold on me, not that I’m complaining. I’ve also written a One Shot for Sebastian Stan and Henry Cavill.

I’m hoping to write a lot more One Shots this year as well as maybe starting a second series about Sebastian Stan that takes place during Lockdown.

💙💙💙

Hi Munsty! What a great intro! AND HOLY WOW 60 CHAPTERS!? That's fabulous! You should be so proud of yourself. I look forward to reading this series!

attention lil baby blogs

[mccall-me-maurice]

LOTF Drabbles for every single one of my ships based on songs on my playlist while I wait for the movers to finish

Jalph [Boom Clap - Charli XCX]: “You’re the glitter in the darkness of my world.”

Jack glances at the fair boy’s face from across the classroom. Somehow, even with the disgusting lights the school provides for their students, Ralph manages to make them appear as if they’re worth $100. It’s probably just the way that the redhead views him, only knowing portions about the boy, as if he was glancing through a keyhole. The feelings that boil under Jack’s skin - froth spilling over the edge of the pot and into the fire - consume his every waking day, plague every thought that rushes through his skull. But he has to place a glass lid on top of the water because god forbid anyone figure out that he was in love with Ralph Allebach. God forbid anyone figure out he was queer. Because in the end, he was just a fucked up kid drunk on the love he had for his nemesis. A kid the real world would tear apart, limb by limb.

Rogermon [Walk Away - The Script]: “(S)he finds colour in the darkest places, (S)he finds beauty in the saddest of faces.”

A flower bud sprouts in the garden of Eden, without even knowing that it had just entered paradise. It sinks its roots into perfect soil, the plant itself never realising that it had found a home where other’s didn’t even know of its existence. Simon Cortés was like Roger Volkov’s garden of Eden. Every time the boy created a scar or slashed open a mental wound, Simon was there to heal it. He would administer the pill, absorb the bad things with his own light, stitch every laceration that used to leave Roger doubled over and overflowing with rage. Simon Cortés was an angel trying his hardest to turn a devil to the right side of the coin.

Mauram [The Other Side - Jason DeRulo]: “This could be perfect, but we won’t know unless we try.”

Maurice always felt like there was nothing in the world to fight for. No matter who came in and out of the house inside of his brain, nobody would stay for very long. Nobody could stay for very long. He never made room for anyone in the four walls, knowing that he had enough space for himself and that was good enough. Or, it used to be good enough. But one can only live in a house all alone for so long before they start to long for someone there with them. At the very least a neighbourhood surrounding him, so maybe he wouldn’t be all alone. Which is exactly what Sam Pinch did. He slowly found the materials and built his own residence right next to Maurice’s. A boy who the brunette never wanted to talk to, who he actively avoided at the beginnings of their friendship, had opened the front door and never swung it shut. Because, in the end, Maurice couldn’t call anything home if he didn’t have Sam.

Robric [Capital Letters - Hailee Steinfeld]: “When we lie so still, but you’re taking me places.”

Robert was honestly bored with his life before he met the twins. It was the same daily routine, get up, get ready, go to school, attend choir practice then rinse and repeat. Falling into something familiar did feel nice at times, knowing that every hour of the day was used to it’s fullest and that he could predict when things would get done or when he’d have free time. But the twins brought a specific spice in his life, one that everyone else had failed to do. In the end, it was mostly Eric who forced Robert up and out of his comfort zone, aiding him in more mischievous tasks and generally becoming the brunette’s backbone. Eric was there, in the hospital, when Robert sprained his wrist, apologising profusely about ever making him try to climb a tree to grab an apple. And even in the immense pain shooting through his wrist, he blamed himself for ever doing. It occurred to him then, in the hospital waiting room, that no matter what happened to the two of them, Robert would always find a way to defend Eric. Even if the boy was clearly in the wrong. When all was said and all was done, Eric was the most important thing in Robert’s life. And he was oddly okay with that.

Billiggy [Breaking Your Own Heart - Kelly Clarkson]: “The very thing you’ve been the most afraid of, you’ve been doing from the start.”

Bill can’t remember ever apologising to anyone. For anything. His pride has always been greater than that, never letting the blonde stoop so low as to get on his knees and beg someone for forgiveness. In all honesty, he’s never done anything bad enough to need to beg someone to just let him have another chance. If you really wanted to look at it through a kaleidoscope lens, then one could assume Bill was petrified of hurting someone’s feelings and then needing to apologise. But that heart gripping sensation was something he had to conquer upon apologising to Peter Curtis for past mistakes. He’d known he was probably in the wrong at the time and convinced himself that he was right in some sick, twisted manner. So when he stuttered out the words to try and excuse his behaviour, Bill knew that they didn’t sound as genuine as he wanted them too. But Peter just chuckled and claimed that he had known for a while that Bill didn’t mean it, and out of everyone in the choir to forgive, he was more than willing to part on good terms with the blonde. And that’s how Bill Borg found himself in an unusual friendship with the boy he once called Piggy.

Wilrold [Jet Black Heart - 5 Seconds of Summer]: “But these chemicals moving between us are the reason to start again.”

Of all the people in the world to fall in love with, Wilfred Lucio chose his childhood best friend. And he’s almost certain that Harold Miracle has fallen in love with him too. Between the way he spends every waking hour with Wilfred and how he clings to the boy as if they’re attracting sides of magnets. He’s never that way with anyone else, in fact, Harold gives most people serious attitude when they ask him innocent enough questions. It is almost as if nobody else in this world matters to him quite like Wilfred does. Which is probably why the two do everything together, they’re practically conjoined at the hip. And that’s why nothing hurts the teal haired boy more than watching Harold run off and be free on his own, blind to the fact that his own best friend was drowning in an unconditional love for him that couldn’t be stopped, no matter how many barricades were built.

Perciberry [This Town - Niall Horan]: “And I know that it’s wrong, That I can’t move on.”

Max’s worst fear was always losing Percival. It was always watching the soft smile that breaks out on his face dissipate like sugar in boiling water. So when the brunette comes to Max, tears streaming down his cheeks and nose tinged red from the crying he’s still doing, the boy assumes the worst. For once, his intuition is right. Percival doesn’t give a reason, doesn’t let the other have any insight. Just sobs out a break up and retreats, broken cries still ringing in Max’s ears. Weeks and weeks pass and the boy knows that he’s still in love with Percival, he still loves the way he laughs as if everything is the funniest thing he’s ever heard, he still loves how Percival insists people call him “Percy” because it’s easier for the boy himself to remember. Despite every path Max taking leading him directly to the feet of Percival Wemys Maddison, he knows that deep down in the base of his heart, something made him unloveable. He was the one who tore them apart, he was the thorn in their side. He wasn’t sure how he did it, but he’d lost the one person who swore to love him until death. And Max would still take Percival’s hand and grip it tight if he asked.

Jalter [Use Somebody - Kings of Leon]: “You know that I could use somebody, someone like you, and all you know and how you speak.”

Johnny is one of the only people in Walter’s life who doesn’t judge any of the choices he makes. He tries to advise the boy in the right direction; steer him on the right path, but he will never tell Walter what he can and cannot do. This fact is endearing in a way, making the dark haired boy want to wrap his friend up in a tight hug and spin him around until they couldn’t stand anymore. Everlasting support was something Walter always lacked from others, so getting it from the strawberry blonde just boosted his self confidence and the image he chose to paint himself as. It takes him years upon years of being Johnny’s friend before he realises that the boy was always by his side not because he just wanted to be there for Walter. But because he couldn’t stand to watch the boy do it alone. Johnny has made Walter the centre of his galaxy subconsciously, just letting the raven haired boy become the sun and letting himself revolve around him. But to Walter, Johnny was the sun and he was the moon. The boy would light him up no matter what happened, always shedding the pure radiance of joy onto Walter. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for the feeling.

[addison-montgomeryrp-blog]

FIVE TIMES

FIVE TIMES OUR MUSES KISSED:

"Hey,“ Addison smiles, glancing up from her book as Mark enters the bedroom.

He gives her a knowing look.

“Y'know, as cute as those glasses are on you, they don’t fool me. I know you were watching me put Sophia to bed.”

Her face turned red as she gave him a sheepish smile. “You caught me.” She set her book down on the nightstand. She sighed. Then, after a moment - “It’s just.. it’s really beautiful to watch. You’re amazing with her.”

Mark smiled at her like she was the whole world. It made her heart beat twice as fast. He made his way towards her, perching himself on the edge of the side of the bed where she was sitting, gently lifting her chin and giving her the softest, most loving kiss she’d ever received.

~

“Addie.” It was pleading, urgent, automatic as he jolted upright with a gasp.

Addison immediately sat up in bed. They’d both established what this meant. Certain nightmares called for certain methods of reacting to them, which could typically be deciphered by how Mark came out of them. This one was the most common.

“Hey,” she spoke gently, carefully yet quickly positioning Mark so that he was sat between her legs, his back to her chest.

“Addie,” he repeated, slightly louder than before.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” She wrapped her arms around him, surrounding him with her presence. “I’m right here, Mark.” He clung to her.

Then, turning around in her arms, “Addie, I need you.”

She put her hands on the sides of his face. “Okay,” she whispered, kissing him fully, passionately.

~

Mark knew there was something wrong the moment she walked through the front door. His smile transformed into a frown when he saw the somber expression she wore. “Addie, what’s wrong?”

She couldn’t meet his eyes. The concern and care in his voice struck a chord in her, and she knew there was no keeping it together.

Later, she’d tell him about it. Tell him how the baby had made it. How the mother had made it. How as soon as that baby was in her arms, the husband collapsed. How she’d had to help rush him out of the hospital room and into the ICU. How she’d had to tell a woman with her newborn child in her arms that her husband had died of sudden heart failure.

Now, she couldn’t stomach it. She just bit her lip as tears started to fall, shaking her head vehemently. She cupped her hand over her mouth as a single sob clawed its way out of her throat.

In an instant, Mark was in front of her, enveloping her in a strong embrace. She tightened her arms around him and cried into his shirt as he did his best to sooth her.

When the cries died down to silent tears rolling down her cheeks, she pulled away enough to look him in the eye. “I need you.” She said with sincerity.

Mark understood. He nodded, tucking a piece of fiery red hair behind her ear, then kissed her fiercely.

~

One on her shoulder. One on her temple. One on her cheekbone. One on her nose.

“Time to wake up, beautiful.”

A smile crept onto her face. He never failed to make her feel more loved and special than she’d ever felt in her entire life, every day.

“No.” She murmured through her smile.

One on her chin. One on her jawline. An array on her neck.

Her smile grew.

“Come on, baby.”

“Nooooo.”

One on her hand. One on her chest. One on the very corner of her mouth.

“Addie, we have to get up.”

“I don’t wanna.”

One on her lips. And another. And another. And another.

As they broke away for air, he grinned. “Now?”

“Hmm..” She closed her eyes. “Nope.”

Nothing.

Then, one on her–

“OKAY, I’m awake!”

~

They were slow dancing in the living room.

He was always honest with her. He was putting in the effort she was to make this work. He was an amazing father. He was her best friend.

They were slow dancing in the living room.

He let her cuddle up to him at night. He let her pick the movie, hog the blankets, steal the last piece of pizza. He let her take care of him.

They were slow dancing in the living room.

He never avoided her. He never ignored her. He never grew tired of her.

They were slow dancing in the living room.

He always called when he wouldn’t be on time. He always listened to her thoughts and feelings and insecurities and side of the argument. He always, always made her feel so incredibly loved.

They were slow dancing in the living room.

They were slow dancing in the living room, simply because he’d wanted to, he’d wanted to do this with her, her, he loved her and adored her and cared for and about her. It was too good to be true and nothing like she’d ever had or thought she would ever have the privilege of experiencing, but here it was, right in front of her. Here he was.

“I love you,” he said as they swayed and turned, looking at her in a way she’d never get used to.

“I love you,” she said back, voice slightly thick with emotion. She gave him a kiss, filled with all the love in her heart and soul.

[munstysmind]

Hi! I have officially read all the chapters in year one and all of the one shots/prompts! Are there any other Maddie and Chris stuff that’s not in your master list? I know I sAw the flufftober one—-which btw is that set in the future?!

Hi Anon,

Only just saw this, I’m sorry 🤦🏼‍♀️

You’ve flown through. I’m going to link everything I have for you just in case you’ve missed something.

Maddison Masterlist

Shorts And Extras

Requests And Prompts

I have two from Fictober…

“This Was Not My Intention” which is set in the future, I’m thinking early to mid 2014.

And

“How Would That Even Work?” which isn’t set anywhere in the storyline, I just had the idea and my brain wouldn’t let write anything else until I finished it.

I also have this funny short drabble I posted about a year ago that always makes me laugh, I really need to make a stand alone fic masterlist because I have ideas that aren’t part of the storyline that I still want to write.

I love that you love Maddison, this series is my baby and holds a very special and significant place on my heart.

Also, if you wanted to be added to the Maddison Taglist, send me an ask with your user (I won’t post it) or just DM me.

[agentnolastname]

27 and 28 from the fluff prompts for Felix and Maddy 💞 hehe

thank you for the ask bby, @anotherbeingsworld!

Prompts:

27. “why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

28.  “well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

From this ask!

Pairing: Agent Felix Hauville X Maddison "Maddy" Collins (f!Detective)

Note: I just realized that this is the first time I have ever written for Felix and Maddy 😭 So i'm sorry if it became longer than a drabble! I really enjoyed doing this.

***

"Why the hell is there glitter everywhere?" Mason says the moment they stride into her small apartment. Her usually clean floors are now covered with glitters of different colors, papers scatter on a floor like they are just thrown there randomly.

"So much for pleasantries, huh?" Maddy knows it'a messy right now, and that they were coming. So Mason's comment is completely expected, but she wouldn't pass up a chance to tease him. This only received a shrug from the vampire though before he moves to stand on the corner like he always does.

"What are you up to?" Nate asked, approaching and sitting on the seat beside her.

"It's Felix's birthday!" She says cheerfully.

"And we know that already. That doesn't answer the question though, detective." Adam says, but occupies the seat beside Nate anyway.

"Birthday. Felix. Surprise. Need I say more?" She says and smiles at them, a wide toothy one.

"I see, what else do you need?"

"For you guys to help me clean." Maddy says and shrugs, "You told me guys I could ask you for anything! I finished the surprise but now I won't be able to finish cleaning all of this before Felix finishes the patrol, so help me, pretty please?" She says putting her hands together and mustering the puppy eye that never fails to work on them.

"I'm okay with it. Adam?" Nate says immediately and looks at the man beside him.

Adam sighs before answering with his usual stern voice, "Alright. Mason?"

The three looked at Mason, eyes all waiting for his answer. At this Mason growls lowly and rolled his eyes, "Do I have any choice?"

And so, with the help of the three, her apartment, is once again, restored to its cleanliness. And just in time for Felix to finish patrolling. Maddy was putting the last of the paper into the garbage bin when the doorbell rang. Her face instantly brightens up. Taking in one last look around her living room, she nods at the three and mouths a little 'thank you' before she went to open the door for her boyfriend. And when she does, she saw Felix with a smile as wide as hers.

"Hey babe, what are you up to?" Felix asked immediately noticing the grin plastered on her face.

"Nothing, i'm just happy to see you." With a shrug, she answers before she leans in and placed a peck on his lips.

"Oh, I know that tone. You are up to something! What is it?" Felix asked, wrapping an arm around her waist before he steps inside and peppers her face with kisses.

"But it's really nothing..." Maddy says and pouts. This time, Felix kissed her much deeper. "Hey, we aren't even inside my apartment just yet."

"What can I do when you look so pretty like that?" Felix says and smiles.

“Well, i’m pretty irresistible," She says with a triumphant smile on her face. "but let's go into the living room atleast."

"Of course."

The two walks into the living room, immediately greeted by Nate, "Well if it isnt't the lovebirds. Happy birthday, Felix. I'm glad you have Maddy this year."

"Yeah, I know right? Me too! She is amazing!"

"Yes, and we've heard enough. Happy birthday, Felix." Adam greets next, but he remains seated and with a straight face.

"Happy birthday, Felix." Mason says simply with a smirk on his face, "I bet you will be wearing your birthday suit later-"

"Mason!" Nate hisses, earning a laugh from everyone.

"Happy birthday, babe." Maddy finally greets him.

"So you've gathered the team here? For my birthday? Aww thank you, this is by far the best birthday because it is the first with you in it." Felix says and hugs her.

"I have a gift for you." She says, and gets a box from behind the couch and handed it to him.

"A gift? For me?!" Felix opens it excitedly, revealing a camera and a glittered card inside it. "A new camera! And it's in purple, too? This is amazing. Thank you!" Felix says and once again, gives her a quick kiss on her cheek. "Oh, now you all know what we should do with it."

"Family picture." Nate says simply.

"That's right! And with Maddy in it, too!" Felix smiles and gathers everyone together. Felix sits, arms resting on Maddison's shoulder. He sets the camera timer and as they wait for it he whispers into her ear. "Thank you for the best birthday ever, and I'd read the letter later. You know, when we're alone." Felix says cheekily, which Maddy smiles to.

"It's also probably better to read it by then."

A few minutes later, a new picture of them sits on one of Maddy's shelves in the living room. Maddy smiles seeing how happy Felix is today. The mess was totally worth it.

END.

[itselijahvaughn]

✖

✖ - a repressed memory

A breeze of laughter eased from her lips. The sound dancing and bending through the air, sounding rich like honey in his ears. The hue of the cerulean sky felt crisp against the edges of the moon, and only a bit of the summer still lingered in the trees. The final weekend before school started had never tasted so bittersweet, and the girl was only lit by a faint glow that only a matured twilight sky could produce. The air was cold.

The two had done this several times in the passing weeks but that night had felt different. They were bidding adieu to their first summer spent together, to one of the best summers of his life. They were struggling now, to think of a question they had yet to ask, having already spent several hours picking each other’s brains but their struggle was the perfect excuse to stay out even longer. It would be a shame to return home before the perfect question had been asked.

It felt like love to lie with her in the middle of the backroad, like love to kiss her cheeks and the crook of her neck, and speak endlessly about everything they had ever wanted. Nothing felt like love like her singing under her breath, or the remarkable fluttering in the pit of his stomach that hummed only one name to the tune of her voice.

Maddi was the meaning to all of this. He would have given her the meaning of his entire life, or traced her own name along the skin of her back; as it meant something more than just the label she was given at birth. It meant every colour of devotion.

[i-miss-balthazar]

Guardian Angel

Warnings: John Winchester is a bad parent I don’t even know how specifically to classify this? Child endangerment? Followed by neglect? Paralyzed!Dean Winchester, angst softened by fluff

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Destiel

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This wasn’t right. No, Dad said he’d be here by now. Something must have gone wrong with him. Dean knew he was supposed to stay in the car unless Dad called him, but… what if something was really wrong? He’d helped Dad with hunts before - he killed a werewolf by himself last time. Demons were different, yes, but it had been a long time… he had to do something. He got out of the car, grabbing a flask of holy water from the trunk before slipping inside. Yes. Dean was scared. But that wasn’t going to stop him from helping his dad. Dean could hear the demon’s mocking laughter, and his stomach churned with fear. He heard his father groan in pain, and like it was a call to action, Dean surged forward. He emptied the contents of the flask on the demon, making her shriek in pain, before rushing to his dad. 

“Dean, what the hell are you doing here?” John demanded as the boy helped him up. 

“Saving your ass.” Dean responded. 

“Watch your tone.” John growled. 

“Oh, is this your son, Johnny?” The demon sneered, and suddenly Dean was being thrown through the air. First he smashed through a desk, drawing out a scream of pain. John began rattling an exorcism, but the demon didn’t care. She flung him again, and this time he collided with a pole hard. His back bent around it in  an unnatural fashion, and a bone chilling snap rang through the air. The demon laughed maniacally as John finished exorcising it, not even fighting back. Like she didn’t care, her work was already done. 

As the empty meat suit collapsed, the quiet was only broken by Dean’s sobbing. The pain of being thrown around made his head fuzzy, and his back hurt so bad… 

“Dean. Hey, Dean, can you move?” John asked, but Dean’s sobs didn’t leave room for an answer. John slapped him across the face. “Get it together! Can you move?” He repeated. Dean managed a nod. “Good.” John scooped Dean up, and he cried out as he was jostled, and as he was moved, something changed. 

“Dad!” He cried out. “I can’t feel my legs! I can’t-” Dean wailed, sobbing like there’s no tomorrow. 

~|~

“Dean?” Bobby called softly, entering the hospital room. Dean was staring absently out the window, but he turned when the hunter entered. He offered a weak smile, tear stains still glistening down his cheek. “I came as soon as I heard, son…” Bobby sat down next to Dean’s hospital bed, taking his hand. 

“They… they say I’m never gonna be able to walk again.” He told Bobby, his voice quiet, as the tears were renewed. Bobby hurriedly hugged him, letting Dean cry into his chest as he murmured reassurance. 

Later Dean could hear Bobby and John arguing outside his room. Their silhouettes were visible through the blinds. 

“How could you let this happen, John, he’s just a boy!” Bobby has the decency to try and keep quiet. 

“He knew the risks, it’s part of the job!” John defended. 

“He should never have been there!” Bobby snapped. 

“He-”

“Dean is fifteen, John! Fifteen years old, and he’ll never walk again!” Bobby spat. Dean found that he was crying again. He covered his face with his hands and let the tears fall in the lonely hospital room.

~|~

Having a wheelchair… Dean hated it. He hated everything about it. He felt helpless - he couldn’t get into the car by himself. His dad had to help him. His arms got tired too. There was only so much wheeling around his arms could take. Not to mention how difficult it was to keep up. He didn’t even want to think about what school would be like. 

Sam did his best to help. He tried to cheer Dean up, and had even made him cards for his hospital room, because John wouldn’t let him stay the night. The kid even helped push Dean’s wheelchair. It made Dean want to cry. Sam didn’t deserve this. To have to care for his dumb ass brother. Dean was supposed to take care of him, but vice versa. 

There wasn’t a moment Dean didn’t regret going into that damn building.

~|~

It was a week before John went back on a hunt. One short week, and Sam had gone on a school camping trip for the weekend. So Dean was left all alone, a shot gun in his lap (because in John’s words, he couldn’t be completely useless). He turned the tv on, watching Scooby Doo while he pretended not to sulk. Though it wasn’t entirely clear who he was pretending for. 

The second night alone was even harder. There was nothing to do, and Dean felt like he should be out there. Fighting next to his dad. In this condition, that would never happen again though. He’d slept in his chair last night. He couldn’t get himself onto the bed, so he just gave up and crashed sitting up. He’d woken with a horrible crick in his neck, and it made him bitter the whole day though. He’d swore at the sink for sputtering too much, and thrown the remote onto the bed when he couldn’t get the tv to work. The frustration brought him to tears, and the tears just kept coming. Frustration mingled with the despair, and Dean wept until his head hurt.

“Hey now… don’t cry…” A gentle voice soothed. Dean looked up, pulling the shotgun up to the stranger immediately. He was a boy around Dean’s age, perhaps a bit older. His raven hair was a mess atop his head, though in an incredibly cute fashion, and his blue eyes shone in an otherworldly fashion. 

“Who the hell are you?” Dean demanded.

“I am Castiel.” The boy responded, as if that cleared up anything.

“Okay then, what are you? And how did you get in here?” Dean corrected, the barrel of his gun still aimed for Castiel’s chest. 

“I am an angel of the lord, I flew in here.” Castiel responded simply. 

“As if!” Dean scoffed. 

“I can prove it to you!” Castiel assured, and Dean swore he must have been dreaming, because light began to radiate from this Castiel, and the shadow of two angel wings painted the wall behind him. Dean’s jaw dropped in awe, and he lowered the gun. 

“You… you’re really a…” He stammered. Castiel nodded, giving Dean a moment to recollect his thoughts. “Does this mean I’m dead?” Dean asked finally. Castiel chuckled softly. 

“No, Dean. You are very much alive.” He assured. 

“...Then why are you here?” Dean narrowed his eyes. Angels weren’t bad, were they? Traditionally speaking, they weren’t supposed to be, but Dean knew he could never be too cautious. 

“I’m a guardian angel, Dean. I’ve been watching over you, and I-”

“Fat load of good that’s done.” Dean muttered, and Castiel sighed sadly.

“Us guardians are forbidden from getting in Fate’s way… I’m sorry Dean. I wanted to.” He told Dean softly. “I… am actually not supposed to be here right now, but I couldn’t just watch.” Castiel sighed. 

“So you’re here to heal my legs?” Dean asked, hope glimmering in his eyes. Castiel’s heart broke just a little. 

“No, I’m sorry… I am forbidden from that…” He explained apologetically. Dean’s shoulders slumped and his gaze fell to the floor.

“What are you here for then?” Dean sighed. Castiel stepped forth, pressing two fingers to Dean’s forehead and healing the painful crick in his neck. Dean blinked. 

“Okay… thanks, I guess…?” It wasn’t much, but frankly, Dean appreciated the absence of the annoying ache. Castiel offered a smile. 

“No problem… it’s late though. You should head to bed.” The angel suggested. “I’ll help you.” He added.

“How am I gonna get out of bed in the morning?” Dean cocked a brow.

“I’ll be back.” Castiel responded. Dean mulled it over in his head for a moment, before nodding. Cas gently picked him out of his wheelchair as if it were effortless, laying him in the motel bed and pulling the covers over him. “Sleep well, Dean.” He urged softly, shutting off the lights with a thought. 

“Thanks Cas.” Dean mumbled just before the angel returned home. 

~|~

Dean awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon, and he was half certain he was actually still dreaming. Until he spotted a tray of food on the bedside table next to him.

“What the…” He mumbled, still groggy.

“Good morning Dean.” Castiel’s gravelly voice rumbled, reaffirming that the angel hadn’t been a wild dream. Dean blinked the sleep from his emerald eyes, and the angel helped him sit up, placing the tray in his lap. “You made me breakfast?” Dean asked. Castiel shook his head. 

“I have no cooking abilities. I brought this from a diner down the street…” He admitted, and Dean laughed. The melodic sound reverberated in Castiel’s head, drawing a smile to his lips.

“Angels can’t cook. Got it.” Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he began stuffing his face. 

Having Castiel there was nice. He enjoyed having the extra help, especially since it meant he could actually get in and out of bed. He liked talking to the angel. Sure, Castiel didn’t understand anything that had to do with pop culture, but he did this adorable thing where his eyes squinted and he tilted his head to the side that Dean secretly adored. Plus, taking the time to explain the plot lines of movies so he could understand the jokes and references helped spend the time. They played cards together and Castiel even brought board games for them to play. Being with Castiel made Dean forget about the grief he felt. When Dean was with Cas, he didn’t care that he wasn’t out hunting with his dad. When Dean was with Cas, he didn’t care that he was paralyzed. 

~|~

“Your father will be home in ten minutes. I can not be here when he returns.” Castiel warned as they finished a round of poker. Dean frowned. 

“But Cas… I don’t want you to leave…” He mumbled sadly. Castiel gently cupped Dean’s cheek, lifting the boy’s fallen gaze back to him. 

“I will return. But your father can not know I exist, alright Dean? Promise me that.” Castiel requested. Dean hesitated, before nodding. 

“I promise.” He confirmed, and Castiel smiled softly, helping him put the cards away. They had been playing for crackers, so they didn’t have to worry about tidying up chips. 

“I must go now.” Castiel sighed sadly.

“Thank you, Cas… for everything…” Dean offered him a small smile. Castiel returned the smile, pressing a kiss to Dean’s forehead, before he disappeared from the motel with a soft fluttering of wings.

Dean sighed sadly as Cas disappeared. He said he’d be back. Dean reminded himself. A sudden fear overwhelmed him. Castiel never said when he’d be back. It could be years! What if their time together faded in Dean’s memory? What if he dismissed it as a dream? How would he- 

Dean’s thoughts fell short as he noticed a small object on the table. Rolling closer, he gingerly picked it up. It was a feather; black, with an undertone of blue if it caught the light right. Dean didn’t need an explanation, he knew within his very bones what it was. A smile befell his lips, and he very neatly tucked the feather into the breast pocket of his jacket, so the feather would always be next to his heart. More specifically, so he would always have a piece of Castiel next to his heart, right where he belonged.

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Author’s Note: Full disclosure, I have zero medical knowledge, so I’m guessing based off of various doctor shows I’ve watched. This is my second last fic for the week, I’ll be posting the next one after dinner. That’s a bit lighter, and more fluffy! So happy last day of Representation Week, everybody! If you want more fics like this, feel free to shoot me prompts!

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Pre-apocalypse Castiel and Balthazar

Can be read as platonic or romantic. Angst. 

~|~

"Why won't you just listen?" Castiel groaned. "Balthazar you always try to bend the rules, can't you understand they're there for a reason?" He demanded. Balthazar watched his friend's fury, arms crossed over a chest. "Come on, Cassie. it was just a little fun!" Balthazar smiled in hopes it would lighten Castiel's mood. It didn't. "You know we're not supposed to go to Earth. That's the Grigori's jurisdiction! We only intervene when ordered to!" Castiel pressed. "You and your orders." Balthazar scoffed. "We're soldiers, Balthazar! Obeying orders is our job!" Balthazar crinkled his nose at the word soldier. He hated being one. It was ridiculous that they were supposed to be mindless drones simply waiting for their next orders. Why couldn't he do what HE wanted for a change? Why couldn't he ever have fun! "Yes, but between orders can't we unwind? Let loose?" Balthazar pressed. "As long as you follow the rules! I'm your superior, Balth, whatever you do wrong, the blame is placed on me for not keeping you in line! Let's just hope Michael doesn't find out about your little stunt..." "Going to Earth for one little party isn't a 'stunt'," Balthazar groaned, rolling his eyes. "You're making a fuss out of nothing." "Michael won't share your opinion..." Cas murmured gravely. Balthazar shook his head. "Whatever." He huffed, zapping off. ~|~ "Will you keep better care of your subordinates now?" Michael demanded. Cas swallowed hard, but he refused to cry. Not here. "Yes sir." He responded. "Dismissed." Michael nodded. With that, Castiel zapped off in search of his dearest friend. Balthazar was skipping stones across the crystal river that ran through Eden, nourishing the plants. His silvery wings glimmered in the sunlight, highlighting their metallic shade. It was truly a beautiful sight, but Castiel was in no mood to enjoy it. "Balthazar?" He called, voice cracking slightly. Balthazar spun around and was at his side in an instant, arms wrapping around him. Once he was in the comfort and safety of Balthazar's arms, he broke. Tears dampened Balthazar's shirt that Castiel's face was pressed to, and Balthazar zapped them away to somewhere private where Castiel could let it out. As Balthazar held him, it finally hit him. Castiel had to pay for him stepping out of line. Every damn time. He was so selfish... and from that moment on, he swore he'd be a great and honourable soldier. For Castiel's sake.

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AN: Balthazar liked to bend the rules. He’s fiercely independent, so Castiel’s description didn’t make much sense. But Balthazar’s loyalty to Castiel may have lead to it. Just a though. 

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