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LIFE IS A HIGHWAY ★ CL16

summary: charles leclerc is a lightning mcqueen variant, here’s what i’ve done with it.

status: on going

general masterlist ★ request

all the lightning mcfics !

lightning mclover — social media au

summary: You see people comparing Charles to the Lightning McQueen and get obsessed with it.

lightning mccute — social media au

summary: You are still obsessed with Charles as Lightning Mcqueen, Charles is still obsessed with you. Here’s how that goes.

lightning mcmarried — social media au

summary: Your wedding is near and the Lightning McQueen joke continues along with the excitement.

lightning mchampion — social media au

summary: SOON

lightning mc . . . 5

summary: SOON

more to be added…

random writings & headcanons !

more to be added…

[the-obi-collective]

Our Origins

so, you may have been wondering, how did this fic come to life? how did five friends decide to write a fic together? what inspired this fic? well, gather 'round, for the time has come to reveal all.

it all started 13.7 billion years ago, with the big bang. as you all know, the universe was created in this "big bang." planets, stars, moons, asteroids, nebulas, everything. the universe began to expand. galaxies were created.

we shall zoom in on one such galaxy: the milky way. it's gorgeous, isn't it? the circle of the arms in the emptiness of space, beautiful blues and purples, clusters of stars, all orbiting a black hole. it really makes you feel tiny. let's alleviate that. zoom in even farther.

4.6 billion years ago, the sun was born at the inner edge of the orion arm of the milky way galaxy. the creation of the sun has generally been regarded as a good thing, because it led to the creation of the earth, and thus, us. yes, us. the mods. hi. (we're not talking about the newspaper called "the sun." that's a bad thing.)

the circumstances of the formation of what we identify as "life" are unique and horribly difficult to replicate in the wild. lightning strikes, energy hits atoms just the right way, and voila! we have the molecular building blocks of life — carbohydrates, lipids, proteins, and amino acids.

we're just going to scroll faster, now. bacteria, endosymbiotic theory, blah blah, dinosaurs, meteor, blah blah, ice age, jesus christ may or may not have been born, blah blah, we'll skip the rest of it.

flash forward. july 2022.

i shall tell this to the best of my ability, for it is a complex tale.

i am setting the scene. picture this: it is the 21st of july, 2022. we are all on discord because we're losers and have no life.

mod obi2 has been reading star wars: the clone wars fanfiction, as is their wont. they get off the fanfiction site for a minute to scream into a discord server, as is also their wont. the difference is that this time they have not been using the glorious tagging and filtering system of ao3, instead retreating to fanfiction.net. (horrible move on their part, really.)

"interesting," they say. "i have just discovered an obitine fic in the wild."

mod obi1 jumps in. "that sounds insane," he says. "i like it."

"what," says mod obi2.

"it sounds insane," repeats mod obi1. "i want to analyze it in a lab."

oh, thinks mod obi2. they understand now. "the tine in obitine is not palpatine," they say, calmly, instead of freaking out as would be rational.

"oh," says mod obi1. "never mind."

the conversation ends there. some time later, still on july 21st, 2022, a largely unrelated conversation happens. we are still all on discord because we still have no life.

"what should my next crackfic be about," says mod obi2. "i have many options: mcfic style writing or purple prose."

here we must travel backwards in time for a bit. several months ago, at the tail end of 2021, two of our mods wrote a fic together. it was a strange, surreal fic, and made little sense to anyone looking for seriousness. in this fic, the legend goes, there was a diner. a parody, if you will, but parody implies an intent to critique. the diner was simply an in-universe analog of our universe's mcdonald's. thus, their crackfic gained the nickname "mcfic."

mod obi4 steps in. "mcfic style writing obitine."

(here i find it important to note that prior to us beginning to write pernicious suitor, mod obi4 was not aware of what exactly "mcfic style writing" entailed. they would soon be enlightened.)

mod obi2 sighs. "do you mean. the fandom-accepted meaning of obitine? or..."

mod obi4 gestures to the preceding conversation. "obi-wan kenobi x sheev palpatine, of course."

"ok. i don't think i could write any romantic relationship, much less this romantic relationship," says mod obi2 with remarkable lack of screaming and running away. truly, we should all congratulate them on their impressive amount of self-control.

"i'm not writing anything at this moment. i'll do it," says mod obi4.

mod obi2, inspired by their bravery, resolves to help. "mod obi4," they say, nodding to themself. "i will help you make it worse."

mod obi1 bangs on the (figurative) door. "let me in i have nothing to contribute," he says.

"ok," says mod obi2. "we are decided, then."

and the conversation moves on.

the next day, mods obi1, obi2, obi3, and obi5 are texting. yes, on discord still, because we are still massive losers.

we throw around name suggestions for the in-universe mcdonald's. such suggestions include "mcahsoka's," "mcanakin's," and "mcdex's," but we eventually settle on "mcyoda's."

mod obi2 speaks. "obi1, obi4, and i are going to write a fic in the mcfic style but it's obi wan x palpatine. who wants in."

mod obi3, who is not on the server where yesterday's conversation took place, is taken aback. "OBIWAN X WHO NOW???????" they scream.

"obi-wan x sheev palpatine," replies mod obi2. "should i make a group chat for this?"

"sure," says mod obi5.

and thus, our google doc "done with everything obi wan x himbo palpatine enemies to lovers slowburn speedrun with plot GO:," aka "they would else have been troubled (with such a pernicious suitor)" was born.

and a month later, we are left with a monster of our own creation, forty thousand words and counting of pure, unadulterated crack, featuring a nightmare sequence, god-awful poetry, and a magical girl battle. there are screenplays, seagulls, purple prose, seagulls, audio transcripts, seagulls, philadelphia, pennsylvania, and more seagulls, all within the confines of the pages of the fic.

we hope you enjoy.

(don't let the seagulls out. they bite.)

[nostalgiabones]

Each Other // M.C

This is a fic for our second Writers Collab, put together by @h0tsos & @maluminspace! Thank you both for arranging this amazing event again and bringing together so many writers! My AU was Neighbour!Michael but I’ve added a single dad spin on it. I’m hoping to create a world on my blog out of this AU so I’d really appreciate it if you could let me know what you think here! ♥️

Prompt: “Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met.”

AU: Neighbour!Michael

Event Masterlist

“Dad, look! There’s a truck like mine outside!”

Michael’s attention turned to the scene outside of his window, noticing a removal truck turning up in the drive of their apartment building. It had clearly caught Levi’s attention too — the four year old curiously sat in front of the window, small hands pressed against the glass as if it would bring him any closer.

“I see, bubs. That’s so cool, huh?” He replies, a hand running through Levi’s blonde hair — the texture so similar to that of his own. Sometimes looking at his son was like looking in a mirror — the same full cheeks and green eyes looking back at him. “Don’t put your hands on the windows, please. I spend enough time cleaning them as it is.”

Michael looks around the cosy, albeit messy, apartment. Levi’s toys were scattered around the wooden floor — his son has a short attention span and would move from one game to the next, without putting the previous one away until Michael declared it was bedtime. He tries his best to make the apartment feel like home — decorating it with warm colours and framing the many memories he had made with his son, there as a constant reminder that they have each other.

Each other — all they both have.

It had been, ever since Michael had legally been granted full parental responsibility of his son three years earlier. He loves his son more than anything else in the world, would move the earth for him — yet he always worried he wasn’t enough for him. That the absence of a maternal figure was something he could never make up for.

“Sorry.” Levi replies, knowing it was something Michael reminded him of many times. Michael smiles at his son and drops a kiss to his forehead, silently forgiving him.

He resumes his place on the sofa, picking up his acoustic guitar and quietly strumming the tune in his head as Levi gets back to playing. He didn’t get the chance to play properly as often as he’d like to — the studio he used to spend hours on end in a distant memory. His days were now filled with children’s TV shows, Levi’s favourite turkey dinosaurs, and many many toy cars and trucks. He’d find them where he’d least expect to — he couldn’t get into bed without finding a surprise underneath his pillow.

He wouldn’t have it any other way though.

Even though his life had drastically changed from what it used to be — it was also filled with so much love. He can’t imagine waking up without his son pulling at the edge of the covers to join him for cuddles, or having anything less than at least ten hugs and kisses everyday. He loves watching Levi grow up and change, as well as discovering more about the world with him by his side.

“What else is going on outside, bud?” Michael asks Levi, noticing his son was curiously peering outside once more.

“They’re taking things from the truck.” He tells him. Michael knows he wouldn’t care about anything other than watching the vehicle so similar to the plastic one in his hands. Michael glances outside once more, spotting two people lifting boxes from the back of the van — wondering if there would be a new resident in the building.

It was then he remembers the empty apartment next door to his — it had been a few months since their previous neighbour left, and he had been wondering when somebody else would be moving in.

“Levi, come and get your shoes on please bud.” Michael instructs him, grabbing his small waterproof jacket from the hook next to the door. Grocery shopping was something they always do every Friday morning together. Well, they do everything together, but groceries were a part of their routine. “Shall we have another try at tying your laces? I know you’ve been practicing since last time.”

Michael was always looking for something new to teach his son — the most recent task being teaching him how to tie his own shoe laces. He has never been forced to put on his shoes so much in his life, due to Levi asking to practice on him.

“Then that goes there...” Levi’s voice is quiet as he concentrates. Michael watches as he tries — it wasn’t quite right, but he’s definitely closer than the last time he tried.

“Almost, bud! You’re getting better every time.” Michael praises him, kneeling down to securely tie his laces himself. “We’ll keep trying.”

Michael makes sure he has his wallet and keys before taking Levi’s hand in his. He’s met with two people outside of his apartment — the same two people he had seen unpacking boxes outside. The door next to his apartment was propped open, assumingly so it was easier for things to be unloaded inside.

“Look dad! A puppy!”

Levi pulls away from Michael’s hand and runs over to the brown labradoodle sniffing around the hall, making himself familiar with his new environment. Michael turns around quickly, calling Levi’s name to attempt to stop him from getting in the way, or from bothering the dog minding their own business.

That’s when Michael sees you.

“Milo,” You call, worried he would get over excited and jump up at the little boy currently trying to pet him. “Sorry, the attention gets her a little excitable.”

“Don’t worry.” Michael replies, laughing off what you said. “She was minding his own business before my son got involved. I’m Michael, by the way. Are you moving in next door?”

“I am! I’m glad I bumped into you, actually. Much less awkward than me just randomly knocking on your door, I guess.” You reply, chuckling out of nervousness. Michael holds his hand out for you to shake, as you introduce yourself too. “It’s good to meet you. What’s this little guy’s name?”

“My name is Levi.” Levi pipes up from where he was still entertaining Milo. One trait Levi hasn’t inherited from Michael is his confidence — or thereby lack of. Levi would talk to anyone that interacted with Michael, which was something he would never have done at his age.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Levi.” You reply to him, smiling as he stands back next to his dad and grabs a hold of his hand. “Thanks for keeping Milo entertained.”

“We have some grocery shopping to do, but I’m sure we’ll see you around.” Michael tells you, hoping that it was true. He’s happy to have a friendly neighbour moving in, especially since you have a dog — he’s sure Levi isn’t going to forget that. He had been begging for a pet for a long time, but Michael didn’t feel like the time was right. “Come on, bud. Say goodbye!”

Levi waves goodbye to you as you continue into your new apartment, setting the box of your belongings down along with the rest. Looking around your new home, there’s a lot of cleaning and decorating to be done — but it’s all part of the moving fun.

“Looks like we have some nice neighbours, huh Milo?” You think back to the friendly man and his adorable son that you had met moments ago. They had made moving into the building a little less daunting. “I think Levi wants to be your friend, too.”

The last of your belongings were brought into the apartment and you thank the removal company for their help, knowing the move would’ve been much more difficult if you had done it yourself. The apartment already felt homey — the neutral, warm decor giving it a cosy atmosphere. It would feel more like home when you unpacked and added your own spin on it.

In the supermarket, Michael is going through his usual shopping list and making sure they got everything they would need for the next week — as well as a few extra treats for Levi. He’s good at disciplining him when he needs to — he’s learned how to say ‘no’, but he couldn’t lie and say he isn’t a soft touch towards his son.

“Dad?” Levi asks, sitting in the child friendly seat at the front of the trolley. He has a toy car in his grasp, something to keep him entertained whilst Michael shopped — grocery shopping isn’t the most exciting way for a four year old to spend a Friday afternoon. “Do you think I can play with the puppy when we get home?”

Michael chuckles at his words, whilst grabbing his favourite pasta sauce from the shelf. He wishes he could be four years old again — his biggest concern being the ability to pet the dog he had met half an hour ago. He isn’t surprised that it had been the only thing on Levi’s mind since meeting you and Milo.

“We’ll have to wait and see, buddy.” He replies, not wanting to continuously bother you on your first day in the new apartment, knowing you needed to unpack and settle in. “Our new neighbour needs to unpack first I think. We don’t want to bother them.”

“Can we take her some treats?” He asks, knowing it would give him an excuse to see Milo again. Michael isn’t too mad about getting to see you again, either. It would be nice to have some adult company — he’s forgotten what it was like to talk to someone other than his four year old. “Please? Maybe then she’ll want to be friends with us.” Night

He loves the way his son thinks through things — four year old logic just made sense of the simple things in life. Being kind makes people want to be friends with you. It’s something he never wants his son to grow out of.

“Sure, bud.” He agrees, knowing it would be a nice gesture for Milo — even if it wasn’t the best housewarming present. “We’ll pick some up when we get to the pet aisle, okay?”

Levi is satisfied with his answer.

***

“Who’s that Milo, huh? Do we have more visitors?”

A knock on your leads you out of your bedroom, where you were finally making up the bed. It was the last thing you planned on doing that evening — the living room and kitchen were still full of boxes, yet they weren’t going to be unpacked until the weekend. Anything not essential could be done at another time.

You look through the small peep hole in the door — spotting Michael and Levi on the other side. It’s nice to see a familiar face, even though you had only had one conversation with them. As soon as you open the door, Milo runs past you, jumping up at the little boy who had been so eagerly waiting to see her again.

“Sorry to bother you again,” Michael starts, the expression on his face telling you that he had been reluctant to call round — yet the little boy next to him had won the battle due to wanting to see Milo. “Levi here has a present, well for Milo. Not the best housewarming gift, I know.”

“That’s so sweet, thank you so much!” You take the small bag of dog treats from Michael’s hands, opening it and handing one to Levi. “Would you like to give it to her?”

Levi nods and happily takes it from your hand, offering it to Milo and giggling when she ate it from his grasp. They continue to play together, Michael turning his attention back to you.

“I would invite you in, but there’s more boxes than anything else in there currently.” You tell him, closing the door behind you slightly to hide the mess. “I’d be happy to have you round when it looks a little less than a dumping sight though.”

Something about you intrigues Michael. It’s so easy to talk to you, even in the two conversations you’d had.

“Don’t worry, we just wanted to bring the treats round. Levi hasn’t stopped talking about Milo since earlier so I knew he wouldn’t sleep until he got to see her again.” He explains, a hand running through Levi’s messy blonde hair. You can’t help but notice there had been no mention of his mum, yet you’d only bumped into them twice — you don’t really know anything about them at all. “We’ll let you get on with unpacking, but feel free to knock if you need anything. C’mon, bub. It’s bath time for you.”

Levi waves goodbye and they head back next door — leaving you in your own company once more. Something about them is intriguing. They seem like a very sweet duo, although you aren’t sure of their exact situation. It makes you feel more comfortable knowing you had someone next door that you could speak to though.

You spent the rest of the evening making the bedroom more able to sleep in. About to head to bed after a long day, you close the blinds in the living room — a quiet strumming catching your attention. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering what the sound was and there it was coming from.

“‘Cause I’ve got a jet black heart... and there’s a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us apart,”

It’s Michael singing.

The sound is oddly comforting. It’s only a soft strumming, his velvety voice a quiet murmur — assuming it was to avoid waking Levi up. Yet somehow, you could hear it through the wall. You wonder if it’s just a hobby, or whether that’s part of his job. You can’t help but be curious about their situation.

Michael is stuck.

Ashton had called him in the middle of the afternoon, following a minor drumming incident — a drumstick had slipped out of his hand whilst practicing too hard, splitting mid air and cutting the palm of his hand. It’s not too bad, he’d managed to stop the bleeding — yet he knew it would need some stitches, and that’s where he hoped Michael would come in.

He’d already tried both Calum and Luke, both tied up with something, so they couldn’t help him out either. Michael didn’t fancy taking Levi to the hospital with him, yet he isn’t sure what else to do.

Then he thinks about you.

It had been around a week since you moved in, and he’d bumped into you a handful of times — the conversations flowing just as they had the first few times. He doesn’t think it would be fair to leave Levi with you, since he barely knows you. Yet he isn’t sure what else to do. Levi is napping — it’s not often that he sleeps in the afternoon anymore, but after spending the morning at the park, it had knocked him out.

It led him to your door. He knocks lightly, desperately hoping that you were in and not busy, although he feels guilty for even asking you to help him out.

“Hey, Michael. What’s up?” You ask, a friendly smile on your face as he stood anxiously at the door. He doesn’t have the same relaxed demeanour as he usually did. “You okay?”

“I’m so sorry to ask, but is there any chance you have an hour to spare? Levi is asleep, there’s something I have to go and do and I don’t know who else to ask but I can’t take Levi with me an—“

“Michael, Michael... calm down.” You interrupt him, seeing how he was getting so worked up over something so trivial. “Of course I can, no problem at all. Levi is a sweet boy, and I’m sure Milo will appreciate the attention.”

Michael sighs in relief.

“Thank you so much.” It seems like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Levi is asleep, he might wake up but he’ll just play with his toys, probably. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I really appreciate it.”

You grab your phone and whistle for Milo, making sure you had your key before following Michael into his apartment. The layout is very similar to yours, although he had decorated quite a lot — the living room was calming and comfortable, mainly black and white, with a deep blue feature wall, and wooden furniture. Toys are littered around the room, as you expect, the trail clear from where Levi had moved from one to the other.

“I shouldn’t be too long.” Michael explains, throwing on a jacket and grabbing his phone. “Can I give you my number so I can keep you updated?”

You nod, handing your phone over so he could add his contact into it. He says goodbye and you watch him leave, before awkwardly lingering in his apartment — not really sure of what to do in the unfamiliar space. You consider watching TV, yet you don’t want to wake Levi up. You’re slightly nervous as to how Levi would react to waking up with you there, instead of Michael, although he had been nothing but friendly with you since meeting. He’s a very confident child, you had noticed.

Taking a seat on the plush brown sofa, you can’t help but look around the room.

It’s obvious Michael had put a lot of effort into decorating. The photo frames lining the shelves and hung on the wall catch your eye — filled with photos of Michael and Levi together. One where Levi was a tiny baby, cuddled up in Michael’s arms, another where he was on his shoulders, tiny hands holding onto a hat that said “MC” in white letters on the side. There’s a few family shots, with people you assumed to be Michael’s parents. Yet, none with someone who could’ve been Levi’s mum, or Michael’s partner. At that point, you’re 90% sure that Michael and Levi live there alone.

Milo curls up next to you on the couch, making herself at home after exploring the apartment. You run your hands through her soft fur, wondering how else to kill time before Michael returns. His record collection catches your attention too, stacked up on a shelf way above ground level — seemingly out of reach from Levi. Maybe the music was just a hobby, an escape for Michael in his spare time. It’s something you want to ask about in due course.

“Hello?”

A soft voice appears from behind you, making you jump slightly and turn around from your spot on the sofa.

“Hi, Levi.” You greet him, smiling at the sight of the four year old — standing in his dinosaur print pyjamas, cheeks rosy and rubbing at his sleepy eyes. “Your dad had to go and do something, so I said I’d stay here and hang out with you for a while. Is that okay?”

He nods, still not comprehending exactly what was going on but agreeing all the same. In his sleepy state, he hadn’t noticed Milo wagging her tail and making her way over to him. He giggles excitedly as she nudges her nose against his leg, hoping for the attention he usually gave her.

“Milo is here!” He exclaims, kneeling down so the soft puppy could jump up at him.

“I thought you might like to play with her.” You tell him, smiling at their sweet interaction. “She’s probably more fun than me.”

Levi is happy to give Milo all of his attention — giggling when he's smothered in puppy cuddles and kisses. She’s a good way to break the ice between them, even though Levi isn’t a shy child — Milo gives them something easy to talk about.

“Where did my dad go?” Levi asks a little anxiously — twiddling one of his toy trucks in his hands, his nerves coming out in his actions.

“I’m not sure actually,” You reply, realising Michael actually never said where he was going. “He said he wouldn’t be too long, but it was an emergency.”

He nods slowly, almost like he didn’t believe you.

“Me and Milo will keep you company until then, okay? I won’t leave until he gets back.” You reassure him, hoping to put his mind at ease. It makes you wonder why he’s so worried about being left alone. You hand him Milo’s favourite toy. “I brought this for you to play with.”

“I want to get a dog, but Dad says we can’t,” Levi says, throwing the ball across the room and watching as Milo chases after it. It gives you the chance to ask a few questions. You don’t want to overstep, yet do want to get to know them.

“Is it just you and your dad that live here?”

“Uh huh.” He replies. That confirms to you that Michael is a single dad, if anything. “He’s my best friend.”

You don’t get the chance to ask him any more questions before Michael bursts through the door.

“Hey, you.” Michael smiles at his son as Levi runs towards him, wrapping his arms around his legs. “Did you have a good nap? Sorry I wasn’t here, bud. Your uncle Ash had a bit of an accident.”

“It’s okay.” Levi replies, throwing his arms around Michael’s neck as he picks him up. “I had fun playing with Milo!”

“I’m glad you did, bubs.” He smiles, reaching down to greet Milo too. “Thank you so much for watching him. I really appreciate it.”

You wave off his thanks, reassuring him that it wasn’t a problem — you enjoy spending time with Levi and want to get to know them more.

“Don’t worry about it,” You say. He sits down next to you on the sofa — Levi cuddling up next to him. “Is everything okay?”

Michael thinks back to the chaos of the last hour — having to drive Ashton to the hospital in a hurry and then hang around in the waiting room whilst he got it stitched up.

“Yeah, my bandmate just had a bit of a drumming incident. He’s fine, though.” He replies, and the word ‘bandmate’ catches your attention. It makes you think back to the previous few nights, when you’d heard him playing guitar through the wall.

“Oh, you’re in a band?” You ask curiously, hoping it doesn’t seem like you’re prying, but you’d been wanting to ask about his musical abilities.

Sometimes Michael forgets he’s in the band, especially now his sole focus is Levi. They hadn’t been able to tour for a long time, leading to them all focusing on their own personal interests — it had given Michael some space to breathe and focus on being a dad.

“Yeah, well, we’re kinda on a hiatus at the moment.” He explains. It’s not a lie. It’s an unofficial one — they never collectively decided to take a break, but life had just turned out that way. They were all itching to get back into the band, though. Michael just wanted to get Levi in school first. He didn’t want him to have to spend his days cooped up in a studio whilst Michael worked. It didn’t seem fair. “We’ve been together a long time, but we all kinda took a break for a little while to focus on our own things. I had Levi to take care of, so it kinda worked out.”

“I see,” You nod as he speaks. “That explains the guitar then?”

He furrows his eyebrows at you, like he knows what you mean, but he’s not sure.

“You heard that?” A blush arises on his face. “I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t keep you awake. It’s just the only time I really get to practice, after Levi is in bed.”

“Hey, don’t worry. It’s nice, actually. You have a nice voice.” You reassure him. Michael seems to worry a lot, you had noticed. He always felt the need to explain himself, or apologise for what he was doing — it made you sad in a way. “I don’t mind at all.”

Something about you made Michael feel as though he could breathe a little more. He wants to spend more time with you. It feels comfortable and easy.

“Dad, what’s for dinner?” Levi’s voice pulls Michael’s attention from thinking, back to reality.

“I’m not sure bud, what do you want?” Michael asks him, running his hands through his fluffy, sleep tousled hair. He turns his attention back to you. “I have to get his dinner, but you’re welcome to come round later tonight, if you’re free? We can talk properly then.”

“Sounds good to me,” You stand up, whistling for Milo so she’d follow along behind you. “I’ll see you tonight.”

***

It’s around 9:00pm by the time Michael texts you.

He could’ve knocked, but he didn’t want to disturb Levi. It had taken him a little longer for him to settle — almost as if he knew that Michael had plans. It was often Levi was plagued with nightmares, ones of Michael leaving him alone or him being somehow abandoned. Michael assumed it came from his mum leaving at such a young age. He had some memories of her, since he was just over a year old when she left — he knew her. He knew her enough to know that she was gone.

“Hey, sorry it took so long to get Levi to bed.” Michael apologises once more. “It sometimes takes a little longer to get him to sleep.”

“It’s no problem.” You reply, walking into the homey apartment — the floor now clear of evidence of Levi playing all day long. It has a relaxing energy. “Is he okay? And are you?”

“Yeah, it’s just ever since his mum left…” The words trail off as he realises what he's saying. He doesn't want to offload on you, yet something about you made him trust you. “He has nightmares a lot, we’re trying to deal with his fear of the dark too.”

“It must be tough doing it alone.” You comment, sitting on the end of his sofa as he stands in the kitchen, opposite you. “Levi is such a sweet boy though, if that’s any consolation.”

Michael smiles as he thinks about his son.

“Thank you,” He replies genuinely. “I’m used to it being just us now, but it was really rough in the beginning. I just worry that I’m never gonna be able to give him what a mother could, you know? Well, what she did.

“I think you worry about a lot of things.”

Michael chuckles at your words.

“Probably,” He sighs, yawning quietly as he adjusts his fringe over his forehead. “Another thing I’m used to doing. The band used to help me get out of my head, but I don’t really get the chance to do that anymore. Well, not until late at night.”

Michael used to spend his days locked up in a studio, perfecting harmonies and recording guitar solos over and over. He loved it, though. It was his passion, the one thing he truly loved — yet none of that compared to how he felt about Levi.

“Did you want to get back with your band?” Michael moves around the kitchen, pouring himself a drink before offering you one too, as he thinks about your question.

He did want to. A part of him aches to get back to being creative, to satisfy the lyrics and melodies floating around his mind. He has a lot to write about, that’s for sure. After the time he had taken away, he’d never be short on inspiration.

Ashton, Luke and Calum feel the same way too.

They’d be back in the studio in a heartbeat if Michael agreed. He’d have to agree for any of them to go back into it as a band — it was all or none. They understand though. The last few years had been rough on both Michael and Levi, and they’d never rush him into anything if it wasn’t the best thing for both of them.

“Yeah. The guys really want to, but it’s just when I can.” He explains. “I don’t want Levi’s life to turn into being stuck in a studio all day, it’s not fair on him. I was planning on waiting until he starts school in September.”

You don’t know Michael that well, apart from living next door to him for the past week or so. Yet something about him made you want to help him. He’s just a single dad, trying to do the best for his son — yet he's trying to juggle far too much at a time, leaving no time for himself. You want to help with that.

“This might be completely crazy since we don’t know each other that well and I just moved in next door…” You start, Michael cocking his eyebrow at you — unsure of what you were going to ask. “I’m still looking for a job, I don’t really have much on during the day. I could watch Levi for you if you wanted to go to the studio again. If Levi would feel okay with that, of course. And as long as you’re comfortable too.”

Michael thinks about your proposal for a moment.

On one hand, it seems like a crazy suggestion. You had only lived next door for around a week, and hung out with them a few times, yet Levi did seem to be comfortable when you had taken care of him that day. Milo would help too. Levi could be convinced to do anything if there was a puppy involved somehow.

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.” Michael sighs, already feeling the ‘dad guilt’ at the idea of leaving Levi with someone else. He’d have to talk to Levi before agreeing — he had to make it clear that he wasn’t leaving him, since that would do nothing to help his abandonment issues. Michael couldn’t do that to his son.

“You’re not asking me to.” You move a little closer to him, resting your hand on his thigh, as if to ground him. Michael looks directly at you, suddenly feeling emotional over how much you wanted to be able to help him. “I’m offering to, because I want you to do something for you. I know I don’t know that much about how you and Levi ended up in this situation, but I do know that it’s about time you did something other than be a parent.”

“You’re sure?” He asks again, tears lining his eyes at your words. It had been a long time since he felt able to do something for himself. He had wanted to find someone to babysit Levi for a long time, yet he worried they wouldn’t bond and it wouldn’t work out. He had been too worried to reach out to someone. Maybe it was time he did something for him, now that he had the opportunity.

You nod.

“Me and Milo need the company anyway.” You tell him, moving forward when he holds his arms out towards you, to pull you into a grateful hug. His touch is gentle as his hands settle on your back. He’s warm and smells like clean cotton, fresh and comforting. It had been a long time since Michael felt so comfortable around someone, and he doesn’t know what makes him feel so secure.

“I need to talk to Levi about it.” He pulls away from the hug, but didn’t move further away. “I need to make sure he’s okay with it before we arrange anything. I just… I need to make sure he knows I’m not leaving him.”

“I understand, Michael. Take as much time as you need.” You assure him, squeezing his hand in yours in a comforting and reassuring gesture. “I’m not going anywhere.”

***

“Your bed is all nice and cosy, ready for you to have a good sleep.”

Michael pulls back the soft astronaut—themed duvet as Levi yawns, climbing under the covers. It’s an earlier bedtime than usual — Michael hoping it would be a good time to talk to Levi about your proposal of babysitting him.

He had spent all day thinking about it — what to say, how to explain that it was okay if he didn’t want it to happen. He just wants Levi to be happy and comfortable. If that meant him never being able to make music again, that’s what it would have to be — yet he hoped it wouldn’t come to that.

“Levi,” Michael started, pushing his damp fluffy hair away from his face — drying after an evening bath. “I need to talk to you about something, okay? Me and your uncles have been thinking about making music again, which would mean me having to go into the studio for a few hours sometimes.”

He continues to explain what would happen — that you would take care of him when he had to go.

“But if you don’t want to, that’s okay, I promise. I don’t want you to be sad, bud. If you want me to stay here with you then I will. You just let me know, okay? I promise that’s okay.” He reassures him. Levi’s big green eyes looked up at him as he spoke, melting his heart. He tries to ignore how much he looks like his mum, even though she had always told him Levi was a clone of him. He did look like Michael in many ways, yet he’d never stop seeing her in his son. “I love you so much, you know that. I’d never leave you. If you’re not ready for me to start making music again, I won’t, okay?”

Levi had grown up listening to Michael playing the guitar. Back when he was a baby, it soothed him — he had spent hours by his crib just playing soft songs to soothe him back to sleep. He loved hearing Michael play.

He looks at Michael for a moment, as if he was trying to take in all of the information he had just received. Michael can almost see the cogs turning in his mind. He isn’t sure what his response was going to be.

“Does that mean I get to play with Milo all day?”

Michael laughs at his son’s words, whilst simultaneously sighing in relief. As long as there was a puppy around, he’d agree to anything.

“Yeah bud, it does.” He replies, smiling at him as he tucks his covers up to his chin. “Is that okay, though? You’re sure?”

“Uh huh.” He nods, cuddling up to the various soft toys surrounding him in his bed. “I like hearing you play guitar.”

“Maybe I can write a song about you.” Michael bops his nose on the ‘you’ and smiles at the giggles he receives in response. “Love you, bub. Have a good sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.”

They don’t quite make it to the morning before Michael sees Levi again.

It’s Michael’s least favourite way to wake up. He hasn’t been a deep sleeper since long before Levi was born, so any sound would wake him — especially the familiar cries of fear from his son in the middle of the night.

“Hey, hey.” Michael murmurs, voice heavy with sleep. He’s met with the sight he had seen many times before — Levi sat up in bed, sad sobs escaping as he rubs his heavy eyes, as if it would remove the awful sights plaguing his sleep. “You’re alright, bud. It’s okay.”

Michael perches on the edge of his bed, scooping him up from the soft mattress and setting him down in his lap. Levi instantly clings to him, curling up in his arms and hiding his face in Michael’s neck. His cries make Michael’s heart ache. Especially when he has an idea of what has caused them. He worries if the conversation they had before bed had led to his distress.

“Shh,” Michael whispers into his hair, rubbing his back softly. He just has to let him feel it out, let him calm down and realise he was safe. “You’re okay, Levi. I’m right here, okay? I’ve got you.”

He needs the reassurance that someone’s there, since that was the main theme of his usual nightmares — that he would be left alone forever.

The soft night light in the corner of his bedroom did nothing to soothe him. Michael knows there’s little chance of him going back to sleep in his own room — waking up from a bad dream usually resulted in a night in the big bed.

“I know bud, I know.” He murmurs to him, fingertips running up and down his pyjama covered back as Michael carries him into his own bedroom. His heart aches with the sound of his tears. “You’re okay, I’m right here with you.”

Michael sets him down on the bed, Levi immediately crawling under the covers and pulling them up to his chin. Levi’s tears reduce to quiet sniffles, rubbing at his heavy eyes as he cuddles into Michael’s pillow.

“What’s scaring you, huh? Do you want to talk about it?”

Michael had always encouraged Levi to talk to him about how he was feeling. It was so important to him that Levi knew he could tell Michael everything — he had been through his own mental health struggles, and talking was the one thing he knew that helped. Even when Levi had tantrums, he’d always take the time to help his son work out exactly how he was feeling, so he could understand and process it. He wanted him to be able to talk openly about how he felt and why.

“Everyone left.” His voice is quiet against Michael’s shoulder. Michael was expecting that answer — it wasn’t the first time he’d experienced that particular dream. “I couldn’t find you or anyone else.”

“You know I wouldn’t let that happen.” Michael reassures him, fingertips grazing his cheek to get him to look up at him. “I promise you, I’d never leave you alone or not tell you where I was going. You’re stuck with me, okay? Whether you like it or not.”

Levi smiles at his words. He nods, cuddling up to Michael as he fights sleep — his eyes eventually winning the battle. Michael stays awake until Levi is fast asleep — stroking his hair and holding him close. He thinks about how badly he wishes he could take his fears away. He hates that Levi has ever had to go through the pain of abandonment, his own mother being the one to cause it.

***

Michael decided to stay home for another week with Levi before leaving him alone with you.

You had spent more time with the two of them, knowing it was important that Levi knows and trusts you. He hasn’t had any more nightmares since the night that Michael talked to him about what would be happening, which was a good sign.

“Okay, you have my number,” You could see Michael going through a mental checklist of things he was meant to remind you of. “He’ll probably want a snack soon. If you need anything at all, please call me. I can be back in fifteen minutes.”

“Michael, don’t worry.” You know the words are meaningless, as Michael will definitely be worrying for the rest of the day. “We’ll be absolutely fine, I’ve got everything under control. Enjoy yourself, okay?”

He nods, taking a deep breath before Levi hugs his legs.

“Bye, buddy. I love you, alright? Have a fun day.” Michael kisses the top of his head and ruffles his hair before grabbing his car keys and leaving the apartment.

Levi waves with a small “bye, dad” before sitting on the couch, almost as if he’s waiting for you to do something to occupy him.

“So Levi,” You start, catching his attention. “I thought we could hang out here for a little while, have some lunch and then take Milo to the park. Does that sound okay to you?”

You’re met with an excited nod, Levi happy at the prospect of spending the day with you and Milo especially. You didn’t want to bore him on your first day together, not if you were going to be able to give Michael the chance to make music once more.

“Do you want to play dinosaurs?” You ask, trying to think of something that can occupy him for quite a while before taking Milo out. Michael had told you that it’s one of his favourite games.

Levi looks at you with a reluctant gaze.

“We don’t have to.” You reassure him, unsure of whether he was going to say anything.

“That’s mine and my dad’s game.” He says, almost like he’s worried about offending you. “I only like playing it with him.”

“Oh,” You reply, sending him a warm smile as a reassurance that you understood. “That’s okay then, we can do something else. You choose, okay? Whatever you want.”

It made you think about how close Michael and Levi must be, after it being just the two of them for so long. There was a lot you didn’t know, that you wanted to ask Michael about.

The afternoon was going smoothly — Levi happily holding onto Milo’s leash as he walked her, happy to be in yours and her company. Michael texted you every so often, just to check in — it was clear he was worrying about Levi and whether he was okay.

Levi was curled up in your lap when Michael got home.

He bursts through the door like he was expecting something to be wrong. You could see the relief in his face as his eyes fall upon the scene in front of him, seeing Levi be so relaxed cuddling up to you.

“Oh,” He sighs, quietening down in order not to wake Levi up. “He’s okay.”

“Did you think something was wrong?” You ask quietly, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion at why he looked so panicked.

A bashful and slightly embarrassed gaze tinges his face.

“You weren’t answering your phone, I just… I panicked.” He admits, gently smoothing his hand over Levi’s face as he watches him sleep. “That’s the longest time I’ve been away from him pretty much since he was born.”

“You did it though,” You remind him. “It’s only going to get easier from here.”

Michael wants to cry at the feeling, knowing Levi was okay without him — it made his heart ache a little that he was growing up so fast. He also felt relieved that he was able to get his own life back to some degree.

“I’ll go put him in bed, then we can talk.” Michael murmurs, gently scooping Levi up from the sofa and cuddling him in his arms. He whispers a soft “it’s just me, bub” against his hair, making sure he has a good hold on him before moving to his bedroom.

“Hey,” You reach out for his hand when he sits next to you on the sofa, squeezing it gently. He looks up at you, eyes meeting yours as he finally allows himself to relax. “He’s fine, Michael. Although he wouldn’t let me play dinosaurs with you, that’s your game, I was told.”

Michael laughs at your words.

“Really? He said that's our game?” His eyes lit up at the thought.

“He also said you’re his best friend.” You informed him. Michael worries far too much about his relationship with his son. Levi thinks nothing but good things about him. “You’re the centre of his world, Michael. He loves you so much.”

“I always think that no-one is ever going to be able to replace his mum.” Michael admits, nervously running a hand through his hair. “I try to give him everything, but I know I can’t replace her.”

“You’re right, you can’t. You don’t need to though.” You squeeze his hand in yours once more. “He has everything he needs in you, trust me, Michael. He’s a very happy child and that’s down to you.”

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as Michael takes in your words, reassured that the day went smoothly. There was something else he wanted to do, too.

“Can I tell you something?”

You narrow your eyes at Michael, with no idea of what he was about to say. You nod, waiting for him to continue.

“Kissing you is all I’ve thought about since the moment we met.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it too. With him right in front of you, being so open about how he feels is almost too much to take in all at once.

Michael almost regrets the words as soon as they come out. That’s until you lean forward, your face so close to his that he can’t help but focus on anything but your eyes. It feels like forever until he moves closer, softly pressing his lips against yours, his hands moving to cup your cheeks gently as he kisses you.

“What are we doing?” You giggle softly against his lips, pulling back for air for a second before kissing him once more.

“This, apparently.”

You have no idea where things are going to go with Michael, what would happen between you both after the moment ends. Yet as he focuses on kissing you, you struggle to think about anything else.

The moment ends far earlier than you wanted it to, Michael pulling away as he murmurs “maybe you shouldn’t go home tonight. It’s too far to walk.”

You roll your eyes and laugh, leaning forward to rest against his chest and bury your face in the soft material of his hoodie.

“I think you’re right.”

***

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End Up Here

“I’ll…do the washing up for a month?”

Her mom let out an exasperated sigh as she glanced up from the newspaper she was reading “Nice try sweetheart but we have a dishwasher.”

Curling her fingers up into tight, irritated fists Meghan let out a sigh “Okay. Okay…” she said as she tried to run through all of the things she could possibly offer to her mom to get her to say yes “It’ll be educational! I have nothing else to do! And…and I can look out for Lowery, make sure he’s washing his clothes and eating vegetables!”

There was a smirk to her mother’s lips as she shuffled to the edge of her chair and reached down to her bag “Now listen to me. You’ll behave yourself,” she said as she produced a white envelope “You’ll study, really help your future career and you’ll listen to your brother.”

Meghan’s hands were covering her mouth as her eye’s followed the envelope waving around in her mother’s hand “Are those…is that…”

“Did you really think I would stop my dinosaur obsessed daughter miss out on such an opportunity?”

Letting out a yell of surprise Meghan launched herself toward her laughing mom. Throwing her arms around her she rocked the two of them from side to side before she began to press kisses against her cheek “You are the best!”

Read the Prologue Here! :) 

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“Beanbagging” SFW Preview

Hey, dudes. I’ve been working on a fic and figured I’d go ahead and put out a preview for it while I plan the end of it. This is all of the relatively SFW content before we bring out the big guns. If you want to read the full fic, in all its NSFW glory, it’ll be tagged as ‘Beanbagging’ if you want to look out for it. It will also be on AO3 under the same name!

(LINK TO FULL NSFW FIC HERE)

Enjoy reading!

The little pixelated man jumped up and down on screen, dodging monsters, grabbing coins, and putting his life on the line, while Jeremy Heere sat in the comfort of his room. He was doing pretty well, actually. He almost always had a lower score than Michael, who seemed to be having a bit of an off day in Apocalypse of the Damned. Jeremy heard the tell tale 8bit whoops of a fallen comrade as the other character on screen twirled head over heels and died.

Jeremy looked over to his best friend in the beanbag beside his own, with a look of concern. Michael was never this bad at Apocalypse. The last time Jeremy could remember Michael being this off in a game was the day Michael had first asked him out on a date five months ago.

Red had painted his face before he could even register what his best friend had even said. Wanted to go where!? On a what!? With who!?

"I- what do you- uhh- what?"

Micheal pulled his hood down to cover his eyes. "I just- I don't know man, I've kinda liked you for a while and I just thought I should ask. I'm sorry I'll just- I know we're best friends, and there are boundaries. Like, 'Why did I just ruin this?' Haha. Nevermind we can just go back to the game, or I could uhh, just leave."

Michael stood up to leave and started to make his way towards the door before Jeremy could come to. Jeremy lunged toward Michael, grabbing his pantleg with an abrupt, "Gah- wait!"

Michael looked down at Jeremy, eyes wide and mouth open ever so slightly. Jeremy met his eye and suddenly looked down at the shag carpet, which really needed to be vacuumed. When was the last time he vacuumed?

"Umm... How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you uhh... liked me?"

Michael looked out of the corner of his eye at the scoreboard of Apocalypse of the Damned. He hadn't had a score that low since he was 8! Lame.

"I don't know. At least a year and a half. Or, well, that's when I kinda realized you we're kinda... the best."

The best!? What kind of confession was that?! Jeremy was the greatest, most beautiful boy he'd ever seen! He was one of the only people who accepted Michael for all he was, and never once bagged on him for practicing his voice, or wearing his binder, or coming out of either closet that he was in for so long. Jeremy knew he was gay and knew he was trans and still stayed his friend. That's more than most people gave him, even his parents. And he just had to go and ruin it! He crossed the line and now their friendship was going to trickle down into nothing while Jeremy's new friends ask if that guy trying to get his attention was the same one that asked him out and ruined his life. And he'd say 'Yeah, we were best friends for years, but he crossed the line like an idiot and now it's weird to be around him.'

"Its been about a month for me."

Michael snapped right out of his little nightmare scenario and back into Jeremy's room, where it sounded like this perfect boy might actually feel the same.

"What?"

Jeremy stood up from his sprawled position on the floor to stand next to his best friend of 12 years and crush of one month.

"You were- uhh- you were playing that game on your DS with the town? And all the little animal people? And you had just caught some fish, a Great White Shark, I think, and you were just so happy? You showed me and your smile was just... the best I had ever seen and I don't know what happened I just..."

Michael was suddenly grabbed and squeezed so tightly he though he was going to burst from pressure or joy, whichever came first. He confessed his feelings and the boy was actually hugging him! Truly a miracle! He could feel God in this Jeremy's tonight.

"So, yeah. Lets go out!" Jeremy lightened up his grip and brought his face back to look at Michael. "I don't know what would really be different about 'going out' than what we already do now, but I want to!"

Michael was beaming at him, like Jeremy had just given him a limited edition 64 controller still in the packaging on Hanukkah. Or Pasko, if it was for Michael. Anyways, it was like he'd gotten a really nice gift.

"I know one thing that will make it different!" Michael took Jeremy's face in his hands, while Jeremy's eyes widened and his heart raced. "I get to do this!"

Michael's lips smashed against his with so much excitement, it was a miracle Michael actually hit what he was aiming for. Jeremy could see everything, eyes wide open from being surprised with his first kiss by his best friend. He could see Michael's eyes closed, with the corners pinched up from smiling. He could see, in the corner of his eye, the screen of his TV going dim from being left on idle for so long, game forgotten. He looked back over to Michael and finally closed his eyes, sinking into the kiss, the only thing he could hear was 8bit music and the squeals of Michael's excitement coming up from his throat.

So what could it be that has him so distracted he can't even beat Jeremy in Apocalypse?

"Hey man, that's like, the third time you've died. Whats up?"

Micheal sighed and put his controller down. "I just... don't really feel like playing, I guess." He pushed the controller away with his foot as he got onto his hands and knees to crawl over to Jeremy's beanbag chair and sit sideways in his lap, head resting in the crook of his neck.

"You don't feel like playing?" Jeremy craned his neck to look at his boyfriend, who NEVER wasn't in the mood for video games, seeking an answer to this mystery.

"You can keep playing, just... I want to do this.", he said as he began to fiddle with Jeremy's shirt.

Jeremy let out a light chuckle as he looked back at the screen. "Ok, man. You can do whatever you want."

"I can do whatever I want?"

Jeremy looked down at deep brown eyes. Bit of a weird question. "Sure, just don't spill the chips. I just vacuumed."

Michael grabbed the chip bag and placed it behind him, so he had no chance of getting crumbs all over Jeremy's clean floor (since when did he vacuum?) and settled his head back into Jeremy's neck. Time to do this.

Jeremy went back his now one player game, Michael's breath tickling his neck where stubble would be if he could actually grow any facial hair. He could feel Michael rubbing the cleave of his chest slowly with his thumb; it felt nice. Everything just felt so nice; Michael's weight on his lap, his breath on his neck, the sounds of retro video games being played, and Michael's subtle, unique scent of weed and cherry slushie.

He could feel Michael's nose start to nuzzle him, paired with a sigh of breath. And then he pressed a quick kiss onto his neck. Followed by another. And another, a little bit longer this time. Michael's hand had traveled from Jeremy's chest up to the other side of his neck, running through his hair as Michael's kisses started lasting longer and longer.

Jeremy let out a light, and a little bit sigh-y, chuckle.

"'Just want to do this.', huh?", he said as his character onscreen took damage from a monster he hadn't even been paying attention to.

"Is it ok?", he heard Michael ask, voice muffled by Jeremy's neck.

Jeremy took his hand off of the controller, moving it up to run his hand through the back of Michael's hair.

"Do you even have to ask?", and Jeremy tilted his head to the left, letting Michael have a little more room to work with.

Michael wasted no time in getting to work. He immediately planted an open mouth kiss on Jeremy's pulse point, licking the vein and nipping lightly down his neck. He could hear Jeremy let out a small gasp, followed by a slightly shaky sigh. He began to suck on Jeremy's vein, starting up a new bruise over an old, fading one.

Jeremy gave him permission to give him hickeys way in the beginning of their relationship. Jeremy loved how they felt and Michael loved to have an excuse to have Jeremy wear his hoodie to cover them up. And Michael took advantage of that permission every chance he got.

He popped off of Jeremy's neck, licking over the red oval and moved his head back to admire his work. The mark was nice and red and he knew it was going to look beautiful by tomorrow. He leaned back down to nip at the mark one last time with his teeth, tugging at Jeremy's hair just a little. Enough to let him know that this is going somewhere; that this isn't over yet.

He moved up to nibble on Jeremy's ear. As soon as his teeth hit the lobe, he heard a sharp intake of breath and the light rattle of a controller hitting carpet. Jeremy's hand was immediately on Michael's thigh, squeezing it as the video game whooped its death whoops, telling Michael that their game was now long forgotten.

[happiestluke]

I think 28 is supposed to say concert but even if it isn't can you do concert with Michael?

“Please tell me where we’re going.”

Michael glanced over at you with a grin, letting out a small laugh as he responded with a simple, “No.”

You groaned, your head falling back against the headrest, but the smile on your face was unmistakable. You watched him for a minute, your eyes trailing down to where his hand rested on the gear shift, and you wondered what he would do if you reached for his hand. Instead, you rolled your head to the side to watch the other cars pass by, unaware of Michael’s small, fond glances your way.

The two of you had just recently turned a friendship into something more. After a drunken confession on your part, and a surprise kiss from Michael on your birthday a week later - this time entirely sober - you’d both admitted to harbouring feelings. You’d been on a couple of dates, and you felt it was okay to kiss him in private, but you still weren’t sure what exactly the two of you were.

You listened as Michael began to hum a song that came on the radio, and you turned back to him. “Did you know they’re playing at the amphitheater tonight? I really wanted to get tickets, but they were sold out…” You trailed off, watching as Michael kept his eyes on the road and tried not to smile.

“Yeah, I know. You only told me like 12 times.”

Your eyes glanced back to the road as Michael signalled to turn onto the exit, and then your gaze shot back to the boy beside you.

“Michael…”

He tried to keep a straight face, but you knew him too well. He knew it, too. “Yes?” He tried to ask innocently, but as he turned left, you could see the sign for the amphitheater glowing in the distance.

“Michael…” you repeated slowly. He raised his eyebrows, finally meeting your eyes as he pulled up to a red light. He could tell that you’d figured out where he was taking you on your secret date, and all he could do was shrug in defeat. You, on the other hand, could do nothing but slouch back in your seat in disbelief, a grin threatening to take over your face. You couldn’t believe it.

You knew he was waiting for some sort of verbal response, but you couldn’t speak. Your hand reached across the console, finding his arm, and you squeezed it. He beamed at your silent gesture of affirmation, pulling into the parking lot alongside the thousands of other concert goers.

It remained silent between you as he found a parking spot, before getting out and meeting you at the passenger door. You looked around, wide eyed, as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that you were here. With your favourite person, no less. You were here because of him.

You turned to him as he stepped up to meet you, leather jacket and dark green eyes brooding, and your heart felt ready to burst. He looked as if he was about to speak when you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. You held him as tight to you as you could, smiling as you heard him chuckle against your hair.

“Thank you,” you whispered. As you pulled apart, he reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze in response, before pulling you towards the front doors.

*****

As the concert went on, you jumped enthusiastically with the crowds, and swayed with your phone to the slow songs. All the while, you’d catch Michael staring at you with a fond smile, and you’d send him a beaming grin back in return.

When the band began to play the chords of your favourite song, you let out a cheer. You smiled as Michael wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, softly whispering the words of the chorus into your ear - the fact that he remembered your favourite song was enough to have your heart racing faster.

*****

As you reached the car, you still couldn’t believe the high you were on. You spun around, laughing, before coming to a giggling stop. Michael stretched out his hand, absolutely enthralled with seeing you so happy, and you reached for him willingly. There was a smile on his face as he held you at arm’s length, your fingers still intertwined. Your laugh slowly faded, head tilting to the side in curiosity as he continued to gaze at you. It was silent, and you waited, your eyes searching his.

“I want you to be my girlfriend,” he finally said softly.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Officially,” he added, and you felt heat rising in your cheeks as your face flushed. You were stunned for a moment, and panic flashed across his face. “Sorry, I didn’t - that’s really dumb, I just -”

You somehow managed to compose yourself, gently tugging on his arm to pull him towards you. He looked down at you, your hands still linked as you closed the gap. You could still see the uncertainty in his eyes. Your free hand found his face, your thumb brushing against his jaw. You stood on your toes, your fingers leaving his and coming up to the other side of his face as you kissed him gently.

“Michael,” you said softly. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend.”

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Hello! This is my 39 fic! It’s not finished, but one section of it is and I wanted to show it! :D 

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Menjelang G30S 1965 Ahmad Yani Tahu Dirinya akan Diculik

Inanews – Kalender tanggal 30 September 1965 jatuh pada hari Kamis. Pukul 08.00, Brigadir Jenderal M. Sabur menemui Presiden Sukarno guna menyerahkan sebuah berkas soal pergantian Menteri Panglima Angkatan Darat (Menpangad). Kala itu Menpangad dijabat Letnan Jenderal Ahmad Yani. Sedari 6 Maret 1962, Yani adalah orang nomor satu di Angkatan Darat. Sukarno kemudian menorehkan tanda tangan dalam rancangan pergantian itu. Surat tersebut lalu diteruskan sekretaris presiden, Yamin. Orang yang rencananya menggantikan Yani adalah Mayor Jenderal Moersjid. Sama seperti Yani, Moersjid punya darah Bagelen. Ayahnya berasal dari daerah di Purworejo itu dan ibunya berdarah Betawi. Jenderal kelahiran Jakarta, 10 Desember 1924 ini, menurut Harsya Bachtiar dalam Siapa Dia Perwira Tinggi TNI AD (1989: 208-209), juga pernah dinas di PETA, seperti Yani. Moersjid adalah Shodancho PETA Jakarta. Sukarno sudah bertanya ke Moersjid soal kesediaannya pada sore 29 September 1965. Seperti ditulis Anthony C.A. Dake dalam Soekarno File (2005: 31) dan dicatat buku Kronik ’65 (2017: 218) yang disusun Kuncoro Hadi dan kawan-kawan, Moersjid menjawab: “Saya bersedia menerimanya.”

Antara Sugandhi, Sukarno, dan YaniTiga jam setelahnya, sekitar pukul 11.00, Brigadir Jenderal Sugandhi, salah satu orang dekat Sukarno, datang menghadap sang presiden. Kala itu Sugandhi adalah anggota DPR-GR. Kepada Sukarno, Gandhi bercerita dirinya telah bertemu dengan D.N. Aidit dan Sudisman. “Keduanya mengajak Sugandhi untuk bergabung dalam aksi melawan Dewan Jenderal,” catat Kuncoro Hadi dan kawan-kawan (2017: 223). Menurut Victor M. Fic dalam Kudeta 1 Oktober 1965: Sebuah Studi Tentang Konspirasi (2005: 110-111), mereka berdua bilang jika Sukarno sudah tahu. Sebagai ajudan presiden, Gandhi hendak mengkonfirmasi soal tindakan terhadap para jenderal ini ke Sukarno. Gandhi tentu bertanya tentang tahu atau tidaknya presiden soal itu. Sukarno dengan nada marah menyuruh agar Gandhi jangan ikut campur. Sukarno menambahkan pula, “Kamu jangan PKI-phobi!”. Victor M. Fic menceritakan, Gandhi berusaha menjelaskan bahwa Yani setia kepada presiden. Tapi Sukarno tidak termakan penjelasan Gandhi. “Sudah! Jangan banyak bicara, jangan ikut-ikut. Kamu tahu dalam revolusi menurut Thomas Carlyle, seorang Bapak dapat memakan anaknya sendiri,” kata Sukarno. “Waduh, kalau begitu bapak ini sudah jadi PKI,” timpal Gandhi. “Diam kamu! Tak tempeleng pisan kowe. Sudah sudah pulang sana. Yang ngati-ati,” pesan Sukarno yang berusaha menahan amarah. Sugandhi tidak sakit hati dengan omongan Sukarno nan kasar. Itu hal biasa baginya. Cerita soal pertemuan antara Gandhi dengan Sukarno tak hanya dicatat McFic. Amelia Yani, putri Ahmad Yani, juga mencatat hal yang kurang-lebih sama dalam Ahmad Yani, Sebuah Kenang-kenangan (1981: 299). Setelah siang yang panas bersama Sukarno itu, Gandhi pun berusaha melaporkannya kepada Yani. Ia berusaha secepatnya, namun Yani sulit ditemui. Sugandhi lalu menelepon, tapi Yani sedang menerima kedatangan Mayor Jenderal Basoeki Rachmat. Menurut Rum Aly dalam Titik Silang Jalan Kekuasaan Tahun 1966 (2006), Yani akhirnya hanya bisa bicara lewat telepon. Yani tidak yakin akan penculikan atas dirinya. Dari pembicaraan itu, menurut Gandhi seperti dikutip Rum Aly, "rasa percaya diri Yani masih cukup kuat sepanjang hubungannya dengan Sukarno” (hlm. 118). Yani merasa omongan Sudisman dan Aidit yang katanya akan menindak jenderal adalah pancingan belaka. Yani sendiri pernah mendapat informasi dari Mayor Jenderal Suwondo Parman, asisten intel Menpangad, tentang adanya gerakan pada 19-20 September 1965 yang dimotori PKI. Tapi gerakan itu tidak terjadi. Laporan Gandhi tentu dimentalkan Yani. Meski begitu, Yani berpesan, “kita harus berhati-hati.” Jelang malam 30 September 1965, tepat hari ini 53 tahun lalu, Yani tidak berusaha menambah jumlah pasukan pengawal untuk dirinya sendiri. Pada dini hari 1 Oktober 1965, rumah Yani pun disatroni Pasukan Pasopati, yang jumlahnya cukup untuk melumpuhkan penjagaan di kediamannya. Ketika bertemu pasukan penculik, Yani yang merasa diperlakukan dengan kurang ajar sempat mengadakan perlawanan hingga dia ditembak Sersan Gijadi. Setelah Tanggal 30 Berakhir, Mayor Jenderal Moersjid, sebelum 30 September, adalah Deputi I (Operasi) Menpangad. Dia dianggap orang nomor dua di Angkatan Darat setelah Yani. Menurut catatan Julius Pour di harian Kompas (24/8/2008), Moersjid yang dicap tukang gelut konon termasuk dalam daftar jenderal yang akan diculik juga. Meski sumber lain menyebut Ahmad Sukendro lah sasaran yang tidak jadi diculik. Moersjid tak pernah mengisi jabatan Menpangad, meski Ahmad Yani terbunuh dan rencananya pada 6 Oktober 1965 akan ada serah terima jabatan. Dia juga tidak pernah menuntut jabatan yang disodorkan Sukarno itu. Reputasi Moersjid sebagai tukang gelut dinilai membahayakan jika diangkat menggantikan Yani di masa kacau tersebut. Sukarno sempat menunjuk Mayor Jenderal Pranoto Reksosamudro, jenderal berdarah Bagelen yang lain, untuk menjadi pejabat Menpangad. Niatan Sukarno ini tak pernah terwujud. Panglima Kostrad Mayor Jenderal Soeharto yang kemudian menjadi nomor satu di Angkatan Darat. Baik Moersjid maupun Pranoto belakangan jadi tahanan. Karier mereka mati, hanya sampai mayor jenderal. Moersjid sempat dijadikan Wakil Menteri Koordinator Pertahanan sebelum ditahan selama empat tahun tanpa kejelasan. Moersjid pernah juga dijadikan Duta Besar Indonesia untuk Filipina sebelum namanya rusak. Read the full article

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Michael Imagine (from my wattpad @donaldglover)

“I’m never going there again! I swear, if I ever see that idiot again, I will throw her out a fucking window!” I scream at the guy who is currently buying me a “I’msorrythatyourhairiscompletelyruinedanduglybutitsokaybecauseyoursoulisbeautifulandthere’sprobablysomeonewhowoulddefinitelybangevenifyourhairisbrightred” milkshake. He gives me a piteous smile as he hands me my treat.

 Calum pulls out of the drive thru lane before he speaks,“It isn’t so bad, Mia. Plus, Mikey said he would fix it for you.” He gives my thigh an empathetic pat.

“Yeah, in a week, Cal! I can’t go anywhere looking like this. It looks very bad.”

“You look hot.” He answers simply, keeping his eyes on the road but I can see his lips twitch into a smirk.

“Red hot.” He bursts a second later, giggling to himself.

“Stop Calum!” I demand, punching his arm, though it does not stop his laughter.

“It was funny!” He says defensively. “Michael has bright red hair, and you don’t say anything. Why is yours different?”

“His hair is intentional! Mine was the result of an incompetent hairdresser. I worked hard to get my hair as light as it was!” When I saw my hair, I nearly cried. It used to be pale and pink, and now I look like Michael Clifford + tits. Not that there’s anything wrong with him, I just DON’T WANT MY FUCKING HAIR TO BE RED.

“I bet Michael would like your hair.” Calum says nonchalantly, making me blush. My cheeks are hot with embarrassment and it feels like the red of my hair has momentarily drained into my face. He takes my cup from my grasp and sips on it. Knowing Michael, he would get all smug because he would think that I really did dye my hair to match his.

“Well, I don’t care.” I state indignantly. The blush of my skin still remains, but I am stubborn and I refuse to let this crush do anything except stay in my soul until it shrivels up and dies.That whole ‘fall in love with your bestfriend’ thing is a bit cliche in my opinion. I also don’t know if my feelings would ever be reciprocated so I will just lay down and die somewhere nice, it is the better alternative.

“You do. You like-like him, Mia!” Calum chirps.

“You can suck my ass, Calum Hood.” I give him the the Trudeau salute and take my shake back from him with my other hand.

 He chuckles softly, pulling in to the garage of the house the boys had rented during their visit. I’ve been crashing with them since they came to L.A. and even if I’m not sleeping there, they’re all in my tiny apartment.

“You need to talk to him.” Calum says, his face now hard and seriously.

 I chuckle nervously, “I talk to him all the time.” I mumbled around my straw. He gives an exasperated huff.

“Mia, you can’t live your life walking on eggshells. We’re only here for two more weeks before we’ll busy with the new album and touring, and I’d rather spend it with you and him making out all of the time than whatever agreement you to have to ignore eachother.” Now I feel bad. I didn’t think I was doing anything noticeable… Just keeping my distance.

“Have I been ruining your break?” I ask quietly, my disastrous hair far from my mind. Cal frowns, quick to envelop me into an awkward in-the-car hug.

“Oh my god, no Mia. We just want you to be happy.” Calum unlocks the doors.

“Just try, Mia. Michael really loves you a lot and he’s been looking like a sad puppy since we got here.” He offer’s me sympathetic smile before going inside the house. I follow soon after and find Michael in his room. I give the door a singular knock before opening the door. His snores are muffled by his pillow, soft and steady. I crawl beside him and shake him.

“Hey.” I whisper. He rolls over so we’re face to face, a grin slowly erupting on his face.

“Hey.” He whispers back, raspily and laced with sleep.

“Michael, I’m really sorry, I’ve been ignoring you all week.” I say as I sit up. He starts to tell me that it's fine, but I cut him off, “It’s not okay Michael, I’ve been caught up in my own head and I’ve been stupid and avoiding you and I feel bad.”

“I’m not mad, Mia. I’ve just been frustrated. Haven’t gotten to talk to you, is all.” he resolves, pulling me back down to lay with him. We pull the covers up to our chins, catching up. Michael eventually brings his fingers to my hair, with a big dumb smirk playing on his lips.

“I like your hair.” My cheeks warm, and I don’t know if it’s the new hair or if it’s just Michael, but I’ve been blushing too much for my own good.

“It’s really bad!” I moan, hiding my face in a pillow.

“That’s insulting! My hair is nearly the same shade as yours.” He feigns shock and hurt.

“But you look amazing and I look awful!” I argue. He props himself up on one elbow, so he can face me as I remove my red face from his pillow.

“You look beautiful Mia, you always look beautiful. And you said it yourself, I’m an ugly ‘potato boy.” He says, seriously.

“MICHAEL. You are not ugly. I call you ‘potato boy,’ endearingly. You’re perfect.” I correct him, pinching his cheek.

 I look at him, trying to find a thing about him I didn’t like and failing. And it kinda hurts. I’m so whipped. He’s just looking at me with a huge, silly grin and I just cannot think of anything better than him. Nothing. (ignores the harry potter books because nothing can compare so)

“Mia?” Have I been staring? That’s weird. Mia don’t stare at your friends. Your dumb cute friends with really pink lips and really nice hands and -- just, holy shit.

 I swallow the lump that had formed in my throat, “Yeah, Mikey?” His teeth tug at his bottom lip nervously.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you.” Shit. I didn’t expect that. His face flushes pink, probably interpreting my silence and wide eyes as ‘no ew please leave’ instead of ‘shit damn son this is what I’ve wanted for so long and I always want to kiss you.’ I nod, because words cannot be formed in my spinning mind at the moment. His Adam’s apple bobs as he lets a small breathless laugh comes out of his mouth and his smile returns.

“Okay.” What a dork... I love him. He leans downward, to brush his lips onto mine, barely touching, as if frightened to do anything more. His hands holding either side of my head, and he looks at me, and I don’t know exactly why, but it makes me giggle. A small, shaky giggle. This is what I’ve been wanting for so long and it just happens, so suddenly. Now I can notice everything, from the little scar on his forehead, to all the colors that reflect and swirl together in his eyes, and I’m so in love. I bite my lip and smile up at him, before kissing him again. I move so that I am no longer laying down, but sitting on his lap, our lips never leaving each other's. My fingers twist into his hair as our lips move together. The warmth of his mouth sent a current running through my body. He’s the first to pull away, panting and grinning. He rests his forehead on mine.

“Hi.” He whispers breathlessly.

“Hey” I reply, just as breathless and equally as quiet.

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Sightseeing

Title: Sightseeing Summary: Dean finds himself exploring the world against his will, but not without an angel at his side. Pairing: Destiel  Rating: PG – shmoop!!  Word count: 1,734

The first time it happened it was terrifying.

He had gone to sleep that night, head ringing from too much whiskey and arms sore from a hunt, on a lumpy motel mattress.

But even the alcohol couldn’t account for what happened.

There was a strange lurch in his gut, like the feeling Dean got when the Impala dove down a steep road too fast. Yet that wasn’t enough to wake him from the pounding, pulsing hangover that hammered at his skull.

No it was the sharp rocks digging into his spine and the wind that filled his nose with fine grit and dirt that eventually roused him from his stupor.

Spluttering awake, Dean swiped a hand over his eyes, groggily taking in his surroundings.

There was no need to panic, because the red dusty landscape that stretched on and over the horizon was just a side-affect of the alcohol poisoning. Or maybe he had just cracked from all the crazy baggage that came with being a Hunter.

Dean sat in the predawn desert for five minutes, blankly staring out at the red rocks and bony fingers of vegetation that eased out from the barren soil.

In a flurry Dean stood up, gripped his greasy hair and shouted from the pits of his lungs; “shit!”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

  He started pacing, green eyes wide with terror as his gaze found nothing but the same nondescript landscape.

The place looked like Mars; a dark ruby desert bathed in shadow. There was no sign of human life, only a small prickly lizard that stopped to gaze at him, beady black eyes judgmental as it watched the silly human pace in silly little circles.

Stamping his foot in the direction of the lizard, Dean glared down at it until the lizard found the sense of mind to scurry away lest it find itself skewered on the end of Dean’s pocket knife.

Giving up on pacing, Dean wiped his palms down his jeans as he thought of a plan.

What did someone usually do when they found themselves on Mars? Or somewhere that looked like Mars?

Walk; walk until he found something or someone that could help him. That’s all he could do.

Bare feet trundled over the ochre dirt as Dean walked towards the horizon. Eventually a large ‘rock’ came into focus, it was the same orange as the ground only much larger. As the minutes passed Dean was nearly at its base, his orange stained feet finally finding a road where a large green sign declared in dirtied white writing; “Uluru, the Red Center.”

He had always wanted to come here and see the sun rise over Uluru. An Australian Hunter at the Roadhouse had regaled Dean one summer’s afternoon at how beautiful it was. 

The sun began to rise, the curve of the orb peeking over the top of Uluru.

Pinks and lilacs cascaded down the ripples in the rock, coloured water that flowed down to the desert floor. Clouds glinted like rubbed gold overhead, showering the landscape with golden flakes. It was over in a moment, and soon the sun hung overhead and heat began to warp the landscape.

“Hello Dean.”

Startled, Dean turned to look at Castiel who stood at his side.

It was laughably odd to see Castiel’s black shoes covered in Australian dirt, his trench coat framed by withered ivory trees. 

“How’d you know I was here…? How am I here?”

Nudging a rock with the tip of his shoe, Castiel shrugged, “Sam prayed to me when he saw you were gone, he was worried when you weren’t picking up your phone. As to how you got here…I believe that the mark I left on your arm has retained some of my energy. It seems it’s given you the ability to travel like an angel.”

Dean gaped. And it wasn’t often that Dean Winchester gaped. Only on two occasions had it happened before; the first was when Sam floored him when he was only nine years old, the second was when he had been expecting a busty Asian beauty and not a hung hunk.

“Why’d I end up here?” Dean asked, eyes wide with the thought that he could have woken up in the Pacific Ocean or high above the clouds.

Castiel stared at Dean, taking in the Hunter’s sun kissed countenance and freckles. “Perhaps the Grace is reacting to places you want to see, as you can’t control this power it is reacting in the only way it knows how. The Grace will not put you in harms way Dean, it wouldn’t hurt its host.”

Hot wind swept over them, carrying the earthy smell of sand and grit. 

Nodding his head as though this was all perfectly normal, Dean raised his hand, lips pouted as he asked the more important question. “How long is this going to last?”

Wrinkles appeared at the corners of Castiel’s eyes as he thought about the question, “a few more days at the most.”

“And…” Dean began, arms sweeping out in an arc to indicate the vast empty expanse around them, “how am I supposed to get back to my motel Doctor Who?”

Reaching out Castiel laid the tips of two cool fingers against Dean’s forehead and he felt that odd sensation again, like an elevator dropping two floors.

  As soon as Dean appeared in the motel Castiel was gone and Sam was there, concern radiating off him as he gripped Dean’s shoulder in a vice, as though to convince him his brother was really there.

“Dean, what the hell?”

Sighing, Dean looked down at his feet, disbelief still warring in him as he stared down at the red soil caking his toes. “It’s a really weird story Sammy.”

  +++

  It happened again the next morning.

Only this time there were crumbling white stone buildings framing a bright blue sky.

Sitting up Dean looked around, taking in the ancient street he woke up in. This wasn’t his first time waking up in a gutter, but waking in an ancient city was still a first.

Dean remained calm this time round. Sam had said Dean should appreciate the opportunity given to him; a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Running his fingers over the smooth stone Dean pushed himself to his feet and walked into the nearest building. Yellow tape zigzagged like snakes around walls and rooms, barring entry. A few hammers were laid on the ground along with other reconstruction implements. 

The place was deserted, only the sounds of insects trilling broke the silence. 

Stepping into an adjoining room Dean whistled in appreciation as he saw a fresco. The figure looked almost angelic, he wore a crown of faded green leaves and was clothed in fine eggshell blue robes. In the figure’s right hand was a delicate spear and in the other was a shield that displayed an age worn crack.

Sam had warned him severely that if he woke up somewhere that had valuables nearby, under no circumstances was he to touch anything.

Tucking his hands into his pockets, Dean’s fingers played with the soft lint and smooth paperclips before temptation could overrule him.

Stepping out of the building, Dean strolled around the structures, soaking up the melancholy atmosphere. Hundreds of people had lived here, and now the place was empty and hollowed out.

Suddenly, Dean came face to face with a figure. They were huddled in what looked like an old courtyard, hands raised above their head in a futile attempt to protect herself from Vesuvius’ wrath. She was a ghost in this place. Doomed to stay in the place of their death forever, frozen throughout all time in plaster of Paris.

  “I will never understand why humans like coming to Pompeii.” Cas said as he appeared at Dean’s side in a flurry of invisible wings.

Dean shrugged, “people are fascinated.”

Castiel kneeled before the entombed figure, fingers hovering inches from the crusted brown surface.

Dropping his hand, Castiel looked away, azure eyes transfixed on the cobblestones.

“Uriel did this. He received an order to destroy this place.”

Dean knelt next to Castiel, shoulder brushing against his in a gesture of support.

“You’re not one of those mindless soldiers anymore Castiel, you make your own choices now.”

Castiel looked at him, blue eyes a window to the pain that had transpired in the ancient city.

“But I let it happen, and all of these people died horribly because of it.”

Laying a hand on Castiel’s warm thigh Dean let his lips tug into a smile. “And isn’t it great your not heartless anymore Cas?”

Castiel mimicked Dean’s smile, a hand touching Dean’s as he took them back to a small motel in America.

“Yes it is.”

  +++

  The soft sound of waves lapping against sand woke Dean. He let his eyes stay closed as he basked in the tropical heat that was wrapped around him in a blanket.

Flicking his eyes open, a contented sigh slipped from Dean’s lips as he watched the verdant fronds sway gently overhead.

Standing up, Dean made the short trip down to the crystalline water, his eyes squinting as the undulations of water caught the sun. The air was filled with the sharp smell of salt and the water warmly caressed his aching feet.

He stood with the water around his ankles for a long time. White birds flew lazily over the ocean as time crawled by.

The water was soon disturbed as Castiel joined Dean, shoes discarded on the white sand. Castiel’s hand slipped into Dean’s, pale fingers threading through the Hunter’s. They stood hand in hand watching the ocean.

They were alone. Far from everyone else in their own slice of Eden.

Dean didn’t care where they were. All he wanted was some peace in his life. And this, right here, was as close as he was ever going to get.

As the salty water soaked his skin he was reminded of all the scars, all the pain, blood and betrayal. They were all a part of him, and he could never let them go.

Castiel squeezed his hand, as though sensing his thoughts. 

Turning, Dean cupped Castiel’s cheeks, thumb running over prickly stubble. Castiel leaned forward, pressing past the gentle hands to press a kiss to Dean’s chapped lips. 

There was no reason that this moment couldn’t become part of him as well.