#my thought is curtain but idk would be funny if he's crawlings or something

[personinthepalace]

Milligan evading 873 pencils in the line of duty

[deanszeppelinlover]

"Peter, honey. You fell asleep on the ceiling."

A/N: Not very long, just something cute I thought of.

Warnings: Mentions of crime (?) cuteness

Word count: 440

(not my image)

You sat awake watching the news. It was nearly 5am and Peter was still out there. A string of robberies had him exhausted this week. One every night, always a new location in town. He was trying to take care of these guys on top of regular New York crime. Funny thing was, these guys were completely human, just super smart.

Live helicopter footage showed 'Spider-Man' webbing all three guys to a light post. You let a heavy sigh of relief fall from your chest. It was finally over. Your heavy eyelids fought hard to stay open as you laid down, but your efforts weren't worth much and you quickly fell asleep.

An hour or so later light poured into your room as the sun rose. Peter always made sure to shut the curtains, so the feeling of cold air and a well lit room so early told you all you needed to know.

It happened again.

When Peter came home late at night he would crawl on the ceiling rather than the floor to get to your bed. Your apartment had creaky floors and he didn't want to wake you.

This kind solution had raised its own problem once. Well, twice now.

You looked up at the ceiling above your window to see a sleeping Peter. Gloves and mask tossed on the floor, the rest of his clothing still on. His limbs were sprawled out just like they would be in bed.

Peter was an incredibly light sleeper and you knew you'd need to be quiet so things didn't go as bad as last time. Slowly, you crept out of bed and tiptoed to the living room. You grabbed the couch cushions, your bed pillows, and your comforter. Very carefully you stacked them underneath your husband before speaking up.

"Peter?" You whispered as not to startle him too much. "Peter, honey you fell asleep on the ceiling."

Your gentleness was all in vain, as Peter's eye's opened he startled himself and fell from the ceiling onto the pillows.

He sat up and looked to see where he was. The confusion slowly left his face and he groaned, rubbing his head.

"Again?"

"Sorry," you giggled. "I remembered to cushion your fall this time."

Peter mimicked your giggle and wrapped himself in the blanket and pillows. "At least something caught my fall this time."

"Least I could do." You giggled again.

"C'mere" He sighed holding the blanket opened for you.

You crawled to the floor next to him and cuddled in the nest of pillows. He pulled you into his chest and you couldn't help but look at the gash on his arm you saw him receive on the news earlier.

"You okay Pete?"

"Am now."

-

IDK why i though of this I just needed to write it heh

[snowymav]

Tangerine x Ladybug

while writing my soulmate au i decided that although id be giving it a happy ending, i also wanted to write an alternative ending where things didn’t go the way they hoped.

BULLET TRAIN SPOILERS!

Here’s angst, and a lot of it.

warnings: major character death, thoughts of ending own life, angst, slight fluff? idk, they love each other though.

(they’re soulmates with soulmarks, tangerine has a little ladybug on his wrist, ladybug has a tangerine.)

When Ladybug was a kid, he had sat each night in the far corner of his room, leaning over just enough to see the light of the moon and the stars peaking through the side of his curtains where fabric met brick. He’d raise his arm to the light, enough for him to stare at the little mark on his wrist with a smile. Sometimes he’d brush over it with his thumb, liking the way it stung slightly, other times he’d just appreciate it.

Ladybug had always imagined meeting his soulmate after work. When he was retired and old washed up wasting away in the sand somewhere. Enjoying the time he had left without any distractions or fear, growing older and eventually falling into peaceful bliss with the man he loved.

He knew that wasn’t possible the minute he saw him. It’s funny, Ladybug tells his story the same way each time, the first time he met his soulmate there was no contact between them, he didn’t even catch his name in fact he had interacted with the man’s brother more than he had him (considering he got shot and all). Finding out his soulmate was in the same profession as him broke his heart, it hurt physically to the point where he decided on a sabbatical.

6 months, ish. That’s how long it took Ladybug to forget his soulmate, or at least get him out of his mind. Covering his wrist each day with a cheap bandage just so he wouldn’t look at the little mark. His therapist had become his best friend, really the only person he talked to in his time away from work. After all his handler was his only acquaintance before then, he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to let someone else in. It didn’t, it felt good. He learned a lot about himself, knowing now how to control the way he felt and how he could impact other people, that he had to be mindful about everybody and not just himself.

His handler hadn’t told him just how much his new job would impact him, maybe Maria should’ve taken some notes from his therapist. She had been selfish if anything, his brief had been strict, straight to the point. He should’ve known something was up the moment she mentioned Carver’s name. As soon as he saw his face he should’ve gotten off the train. Left the briefcase, stomped on his earpiece and ran. He wishes he had.

He’d do anything to forget the way he looked, blood seeping into his white shirt, choking on his last words, holding his neck to try and stop the pain. No one wanted to die, did they? In that moment Ladybug thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. He sat, still in his space on the floor where he had fallen, eyes wide and mouth parted. Tangerine right there, dying. His soulmate.

He had sat next to the younger man, after he started struggling less and his breathing became shallow. Ladybug was surprised he was still conscious after how much blood he’d seemingly lost. Though that didn’t stop him from crawling over to him, propping himself up against the wall in a similar position to Tangerine, wrapping his arm around the others shoulder and letting his head drop to the side. His other had come down to hold his soulmate's hand. Ladybug could hear his smile through his breaths when he had placed a kiss to his head, keeping his face there and taking a deep breath.

“You’ll be okay, we’ll be okay.”

When he finally got off the train, or well, more like stumbled, It’s not like the train was very intact now, kicking at rocks and looking through fog made from the smoke of the crash, seeing Maria, his handler, was the last thing he had expected. Part of him wanted to stop walking, turn around and go find his soulmate's lifeless body and just die with him. In fact Ladybug was sure part of himself had died with Tangerine. He thought about how Maria would react if he started running, maybe she’d shoot him.

Ladybug hadn’t ran, instead he’d pushed his thumb against the ring on his pointer finger, his soulmate's ring. Walking forward seemed harder than it was, his knees felt like they’d give out at any moment, his wrist burned against the wind, and maybe surviving really wasn’t worth it.

He came to a stop about two feet in front of her, his straight face a facade as his bottom lip began to quiver, tears filling his eyes and his face contorting as his eyes shut tight. “He’s dead.”

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

Two Shorten the Road

part 1

joel dawson x reader

warnings: cussing? idk, bad writing.....fluff, cuteness, monsters(is this a warning), mentions of death, SPOILERS

word count: 2154

prompt: when your best friend decides to leave your colony to go find the love of his life, you decide to join him on his journey even if you aren’t so happy about where this journey is going

Welp I did it, I took it into my own hands. I am writing a joel dawson series. Because we👏need 👏more👏joel👏fics👏 it’s basically the movie, almost the same script but obviously slightly different…ENJOY! <3

No one in my generation or later had a typical upbringing, I mean some of us did but then the world ended. This type of thing sounds straight out of some apocalyptic movie, but we basically live in one now. Agatha 616, an asteroid heading straight for earth, I know, so original. So we all came together and did what we do best, blow things up. Yup, we blew up teh asteroid, and humanity was saved! We thought. But here’s the thing about rockets, they are made of a bunch of chemical compounds which eventually rained back down on earth. Suddenly there were these Aileen creatures that mutated and started eating us. Ants, lizards, roaches, crocodiles, you name it. Our president was even killed by a giant moth. Ya….not so original now huh? We suddenly need tanks to kill ants, oh man I remember the good old days when a shoe would do just fine. Sometimes even the tanks didn’t work. Eventually the really big ones and our military took each other out and we lost 95% of the human population in a year! Those of us who survived hid, bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So for the last seven years I’ve been hiding in an underground bunker. It’s really not as bad as it sounds, and it’s better than getting eaten alive. It’s a great group of people and we all love each other.

“Are you sure they’re asleep?”

“Who?”

“Y/N and joel!”

“Oh ya I’m sure”

“Joel? Y/n?”

“He’s asleep”

Actually we are both awake. Me and my best friend joel have kinda mastered faking being asleep. Our beds are right across from each other so we normally just lie there and make stupid faces at each other. We are the only two single people in our bunker. Nice huh? Joel is my best friend. I met him when I joined the colony. He’s the sweetest. It’s funny cause everyone thinks we should just have sex already because that’s literally all everyone else does. But we are way above that. Anyway, joel is in love with his girlfriend from before the colony, her name is Aimee. With one “I” and two “e”s. He loves to talk about her, he writes her letters. So in reality, I am the only one who is not in love in this bunker. I’ve never had a boyfriend, ever, even before the world ended.

We don’t really get any sleep. The moaning kinda keeps us awake. I got up and out of my bed and headed for the kitchen. I heard Joel’s bed creak and then his footsteps as he followed behind me. Another annoying thing about being down here is that to get to the kitchen from my room, you have to walk though other people’s bedrooms. Oh shit, they are busy, why would they leave their door open. Me and Joel stopped.

“Oh” joel and I said in unison

“Hey Y/N! Hey Joel!” Ava said

“Oh hey Ava” Joel said, we didn’t dare look over to our left.

“Y/N how’s it going?” Tim asked

“T-totally good tim, h-how are you doing” I asked

“Yeah, good” he responded

“I uh we couldn’t sleep” said Joel looking at the ceiling

“Ya we know the feeling” Ava said with a laugh

“Yeah probably not for the…..same reasons” joel said looking straight ahead

“Your guyses door was open, did you…did you know that?” I asked

“Yeah we know” they said

I shook my head and knitted my eyebrows together

“Okay” joel trailed off

Ever since Tim’s parents were eaten by a swarm of termites he and Ava have gotten really close, in every way.

“Okay, goodnight” joel said as we walked

Basically everyone is coupled up down here, a baby was born last winter! Welcome to the apocalypse kid. Ok if we ever get out of this, that would be an awesome story to tell your kids. “Oh ya I was born in an underground bunker doing a monster apocalypse” “yes exactly like World War Z but with bugs bigger than a 5 story building”. I mean come on.

So your probably wonder how the hell we get food, we’ll we have a cow. Gurdy. Gurdy is great. We also have a hunting party that brings back whatever they can from the surface. It’s gotten harder and harder, cause we ran out of bullets. And facing one of those things with a handmade weapon is just as hard as it sounds. It’s very very difficult. I go with them….sometimes. I still get scared. But I’ve been out quite a lot, especially compared to my man joel over here. I’ve been out maybe 30 times, he’s been out…maybe once, or not even. He’s the chef of the bunker. He makes super good Minestrone.

Me and joel like to hang out with Mavis. A robot. Yup. Not much for conversation, her batter is shot. Just like every other mavis I would imagine. When I’m not hunting we hang out with her. But sometimes I just go read. Reading and joel keep me sane. I mean sometimes joel drives me insane but I still love him. I have quite the collection of books too! I’ve got Emma by Jane Austen, a couple random ones that we found, all the hunger games and Harry Potter books, some mysteries that stopped being mysteries after a while, and then of course some smutty romance books for personal entertainment.

Joel likes to say that his thing is target practice. He has never hit the target but ya know, gotta entertain yourself. I think his thing is drawing though, he has this book that he draws in from Aimee. It’s really cool actually. He’s really good.

I sat watching Joel as he tried to hit the target, laughing a little every time he missed. It was cute how hard he tried.

“Shut up” he said shaking his laugh away

I laughed again, but then suddenly the lights started flickering. You could hear screeches and creeks echoing through the bunker. Joel turned to look at me. Worry and determination in his eyes. We both scrambled out of the room and into the kitchen where everyone was preparing.

“Hustle, hustle people we’ve gotta move”

I turned to look at Joel but then realized that he wasn’t next to me. Where did he go? Worry flooded through me. Suddenly the clanking of our weapon started behind me.

“Hey guys!” Joel said as he rammed into the railing, I shook my head. “Guys! I’ve got the weapons” he smiled at me

A few people walked over to him taking them out of his hands

“Stay” said Tim

“W-what?” Joel asked looking around in confusion

Everyone was talking and barking orders “grab what you need and let’s go! Y/N you coming?”

My eyes shot open “yes! Yup!” I jumped up and grabbed the bow and arrow from Joel.

“W-what's happening?” He asked innocently “what’s going on?”

“There’s a breach” said Tim

“What do you mean? Like inside the bunker breach?!” He asked

“Yes joel! Now come on!” I told him, patting him on the pack as I followed the others

He followed me and watched the plan get arranged

“Anna, Y/N and I will engage. Anderson and Tom plank him”

“Plank him, ya ok where do you guys need me? You want me to uh come through the rear or..?” Joel asked eagerly

“I don’t think your going to pass this joel” I told him

“Pass what? You guys need help, let me help” said clutching his crossbow

“You gonna make me say it?” said Sam

“Say what?!” God he was so adorably clueless

“You can’t handle it joel, your shook” said Sam, we all began getting into positions

“Ya ok, yes so you guys don’t get scared..ever?” He asked still getting ready to fight

“We get scared, we all get scared joel, but you get really scared” said Sam

“They are trying to make you feel bad joel” I said sweetly, trying to calm him down

“We love you joel”

“But your a liability”

“Ok why did that speech feel so rehearsed? And what about Y/N? She’s like…ya know?” He said bobbing his head

“Joel-“ suddenly the bunker shook and the lights flicked again

“Ok 30 meters out! Let’s move!” And we were off

Leaving joel and some others behind. You could hear the growling of whatever we were up against

I followed the others and listened carefully. I was freaking shaking. Don’t ask how I got sucked into becoming one the the hunters. Kinda just happened and I was just-

“OH SHIT!” I heard someone yell, it was too dark to see. Someone was gone, that thing took them. I couldn’t even see it. Oh fuck my life. Everyone began scattering, running away from the monster. I stopped running to take a breath, when I realized I was alone. Nicely done Y/N. The lights kept flickering. I heard something blow up in the distance.

“Conned? Conner?” I heard a whisper, one I knew all too well. Shit, joel. I ran toward the sound, and had no idea I was also running toward certain death. I stopped running. There it was, that thing. I’d never seen this before. I didn’t recognize it. I stayed silent, not moving at all. It slowly crawled over a shower curtain. Oh fuck. He was going toward joel! I quickly grabbed my bow and arrow and shot it. Right though the face. Next to its….eye I guess you could call it. Joel stood there, frozen.

I slowly walked over to him “Joel, hey are you ok?” I asked as I slipped my hand into his. He was trembling. Tears ran down his cheeks. He has a bad freezing problem, so I've been helping him work on it.

About an hour later I sat with Joel, still holding his hand as he stared out into space. We could hear everyone talking. How could this have happened?

“It ripped through steal”

“Anderson and I resealed the Breach point, nothings getting in that way again”

“But why did it happen?”

I tried to toon it out, and I hoped Joel did too.

“Joel, do you wanna talk about it?” I asked squeezing his hand, he looked so sad, which just crushed me

He shook his head

“Ok….” I nodded, I leaned into hug him but was interrupted by his voice

“How far away is Aimee's colony?” He asked

I pulled back, looking at him confused. The talking stopped and everyone look at him

“What?” Tim asked

“Aimee’s colony, how far away is it?” He repeated

“About 85 miles” he said as he furrowed his brows

“How long will it take to get there?”

“What do you mean joel?” I asked leaning closer to him

“Just humor me, how long?” He insisted

“7 days” said Tim

“Someone who’s armed and trained would hardly last 50miles, but you…joel” Ava said, I felt bad for him, he really didn’t deserve any of this

“Alright” Tim continued “now I need volunteers”

“I’m gonna go” joel said

No one said anything, they just stared

“It’s an impossible journey joel” said Tim, crossing his arms

Joel stood up, moving around my chair. “No im serious…I love you guys but there’s only one person in this world who ever truly made me happy and she’s only 85 miles away” he said strongly “I’m gonna go see her” I could see his mind was made up

God he was such a romantic, how could you not love this guy? Sure it hurts when your best friend tells you that you didn’t make him truly happy. Especially when you maybe sorta kinda have a crush on him.

He let out a breath “woah, that felt awesome” he said as he walked off to start packing

I stood there for a second processing and thinking, but then suddenly my mouth took over and well….

“I’m coming with you!” I said, he froze “I mean you can’t leave me here with these middle aged people, and your my best friend so” I shrugged

“I’ll come back for you I promise” he walked over to me “I can’t let you put yourself in even more danger” he said grabbing my arms

“I can’t let you put yourself in danger knowing that I could have helped protect you” I said, he stared blankly at me

I smiled “o-ohK…then I guess…” he trailed off

“Cool I’ll go pack” I skipped past him. Was I scared? Hell yes. But like I said, I needed to help joel and protect him in every way I can. And sure I wasn’t so happy that he was returning to his long lost love but if it made him happy then I would live. And anyway, two do shorten the road.

[thegeminisage]

hi, sorry for answering you both so late, i am putting your answers together since they are sort of related!

the short answer is, i can’t write a “real” sequel to broken road but the third part of the triptych would be the indirect dean/cas spiritual sequel, except with way more porn. the long answer is:

i just don't think i could write a true direct sequel to broken road set in that same continuity because i don't have anything left to say about john and how he gets along in the real with his family world now that he’s stuck there and they’re all stuck with each other. my main three points of interest that i felt were left unresolved would be the continuation of dean and cas's relationship (more on this in a sec), sam and eileen (ditto), and figuring out if john and mary ever made it work or called it quits for good. so if i wrote a sequel to broken road it would just be a bunch of john/mary stuff that i feel underqualified for because it WOULD involve their sex life and i DO NOT want to write john having sex. them fucking offscreen in broken road was as close as i'm ever getting and even that was weird. and then somehow i’d also have to work sam and eileen into that and it’s not at all related. it would take two fics and i don’t even want to write one. also, i really kind of want to leave the question of john and mary open anyway - i have my own thoughts about how things ultimately end up but i prefer to let the reader imagine what ending they like best, since people have such strong feelings about it. i know that's a little bit of a cop-out and i'm sorry! but it feels beyond the scope of that fic and also a little beyond my scope and area of interest as a writer.

if it helps you any, i imagine going forward their dynamic is a lot like it is in the epilogue, which is part of why i made the epilogue so long, was to give you a good idea of what life is like for them now. but here’s what i imagine might go down after the final curtain call (this is LONG, skip to the section labeled “dean” for the triptych answer):

john & mary: 

john continues to suffer and bite his tongue and probably do a lot of complaining and DEFINITELY do a lot of avoiding being alone with dean or cas or dean-and-cas. john was expecting to retire after yellow eyes died so he really wouldn't know what to do with a family that still hunts for "no reason" and i imagine he'd be pretty pissed that they still hunt at all. i expect he and sam would butt heads over that

mary would probably keep attempting to be supportive and keep being bad at it, and spend a lot of time trying to put a brave face on it while secretly dying inside, because she's constantly at war with herself. here she has john back, but not the john she remembers, and spending time with him is difficult because she wants to let herself have him and take comfort in him and also she doesn't want to be anywhere near him because he abused their kids

eventually mary or john or both would have to leave, though mary would come back - in canon she's in and out a lot anyway, she stays for awhile and visits regularly for game nights. i think john would miss the first game night, get one "seriously?" text from mary, and then show back up every week that he possibly could but also not visit unless it would make things worse if he didn't. i don't think he particularly enjoys spending time with his family for a long time, if ever, because much like season 12 mary he came back to a family he barely knew or recognized (and because of what he knows now spending time with dean would be particularly awkward). HIS sons would be getting married to women and retiring and having biological children. this gay adoptive whatever the fuck makes them feel like they are not his sons. 

anyway, i imagine john and mary would do much better when running into one another outside of the bunker, on their own separate hunts. they might even take one or two together. there’s probably some very guilty sex in their future at some point because mary is real fucked up. john post broken road does a lot of shutting up but i think around mary he would be the most like his old self. they do this will they/won't they dance for the next decade at least before finally making up their minds one way or the other. i do think they all still go on hunts together sometimes, maybe even with the apocalypse world hunters, and since that's sam's deal john is probably kind of quiet and falls in line and does what's needed without chatting much to anyone. i bet the first few times people don't even realize he's sam's father because he's so quiet. it's his way of trying to apologize to sam and also if he steps out of line when sam is in charge sam would <3 deck him. yes. but yeah i see it being very brisk and professional and awkward, until they all get used to each other again

sam: 

as i said earlier the only thing i didn't fix in broken road was eileen, so at some point sam would figure out a way to get her back - since in this verse jack never becomes soulless and chuck never returns and we never get season 15 it's possible she shows back up because she didn't go with her reaper, or because someone fucked up a summoning spell, or sam realized she was in hell and decided to spring her, or she just crawled out on her own like a badass. i think it would be kind of funny if john was involved with her resurrection but maybe accidentally somehow, so it's not like oh sam learns to forgive his dad because john did this really nice thing for him it's more like UGH why did it have to be YOU why are YOU involved in this important thing that has nothing to do with you slkdjfghl but also if you hadn't done it she'd still be down there or something, so, it cancels out. or idk maybe john had to work hard at it or give something up to make it happen. he has to genuinely shut up and be selfless and not fucking complain and feel sorry for himself the entire time, that might be fun too. either way sam would not thank him

(though i do think sam deserves space to explore the fact that he loves john even still, even despite the fact that he also hates him/is very angry with him and always will be. i don’t imagine sam and john ever fully reconcile but i imagine john behaving BECAUSE OF SAM SPECIFICALLY offers sam more catharsis than he thought possible.) 

anyway, john would be so relieved to see sam with a woman even if she is a deaf hunter but then it turns out she hates him like sam does so like. sucks to be him! meanwhile sam and eileen get to catch up and he finally has a willing ear (so to speak) that isn’t cas or mary to talk to about this stuff and of course SHE has someone who very much understands what it’s like to come back from hell. part of what i really love about sam and eileen is the way they sort of instantly and intrinsically recognized and understood one another, even across something that resembles a language barrier, and this hypothetical future would be no exception. there’s no way they don’t get engaged inside a year, and much like in the 15.18 fixit they’d sometimes hang at the bunker and sometimes not. i imagine with the apocalypse world hunters going in and out though it’s never exactly empty or lonely there. 

whether or not their family unit ever retires and/or moves out of the bunker in this verse is sort of beyond me because my feelings on it change daily but you can imagine whatever you like! however i am adamant that the furthest away from each other sam and dean will ever get permanent-living-situation-wise is next door/across-the-street neighbors. their weird little codependency is part of what i like about them and i have a Whole Thing about not “gentrifying” dean. but for the most part sam would be very much doing his own thing which involves john very little, and healing from his own damage with people OUTSIDE of his blood relatives which he very much deserves. and he has moved so completely past the need to care about john that like john is a backdrop in his life, albeit one with baggage. but mostly he becomes someone to keep an eye on in case he makes trouble, no different than a hundred other surly hunters sam’s known. and he can still be there for dean without his life revolving around dean because now dean has other people there for him too. (i ALSO have a whole thing about sam being in the life for dean specifically, that he’s giving up some or all of adulthood for dean because dean gave up childhood for him - kind of the way someone takes care of their kickass single mom in old age. it’s a guilt/love/debt/devotion sort of thing.) 

and speaking of the Eventual future, if babies ever come into this picture (sam and eileen’s, to be clear, dean and cas are probably satisfied with jack, NOT THAT JACK ISN’T ALSO SAM’S CHILD) john is allowed to see them but never unsupervised. i’m picturing like sam and eileen both on their third day of no sleep and sam lets john change a diaper because he’s exhausted and john considers that the best their relationship has been since sam was 6. mary always wanted to raise babies and sam likes her better so she’d get to pitch in with much more enthusiasm (and aw they’d finally get to bond a little more), and dean has raised a baby already so he’d probably try to like help and get waved away a lot like no no raising other peoples babies is no longer your job it’s ok. there is eventually a fight about this

cas & jack: 

castiel lives a great life caring for his newly re-graced son and staring at john when he enters or leaves rooms, and i imagine eventually jack gives him his wings back, since he can do whatever the fuck he wants (i'm not giving jack his own section but he also probably keeps acknowledging dean and cas are a couple like out loud which would be fine except for dean is still half in the closet like a skittish traumatized cat so eventually cas would have to explain very gently that nobody was supposed to know that yet and jack should cool it to give dean time to adjust)

anyway i DON’T believe in human cas, i believe he likes being an angel, so he just gets to stay an angel forever and now he has wings too <3 and he can teleport which spooks john in the exact same manner it used to spook dean in s4 <3 except this time cas is being <3 malicious on purpose <3

cas fully won here because like john does NOT want to speak to or acknowledge him much less be in the same room as him so they tend to have a dynamic where like all 6 of them are in the room and cas dean sam mary and jack all talk to each other and john dean sam mary and jack all talk to each other but cas and john do not talk to each other. cas doesn’t have to threaten him or glare at him constantly anymore like all he has to do is look at him. and john is like. man what’s he gonna do. that guy is having sex with your son and there’s nothing you can do about it! so dean doesnt have to be like ok cool it cas anymore because cas has literally won in every possible way. i think at most it’s very much cas being like “if i were trying to kill you, you’d know it <3″ and john can’t return those vibes to sender because then dean would be like ok cool it at his DAD instead. it used to be cas don’t piss off dad and now it’s dad don’t piss off cas. anyway i think that since cas has let dean lean on him so much it would be nice if he could lean on dean a little. again more on that in a minute

dean: 

and finally, as for dean...i think he needs a year minimum to dean with people acknowledging he and cas are a couple and another 3 for it not to be weird to say cas’s name in front of his dad. absolutely zero pda in front of john ever but he might like eventually get to the place where he and cas can lounge around together on the couch while they watch movies with the rest of fam and it’s not a big deal. sneak an arm around him at a movie theater. kind of the same vibes as the 15.18 fixit but with less anxiety. because like the worst possible thing (getting outed to everyone) has already happened and aside from the outing itself being completely horrible nothing that terrible even came to pass as a result, so he’s just Adjusting. i think he sort of has to unlearn and relearn his habits - his mediator thing, his defending dad thing. i think there’s a lot of times where he just walks out of a room when shit is too much for him to deal with because he has let go of some of the need to constantly micromanage his family’s interactions to make sure they don’t boil over. michael already took that scenario to the max and mary already dumped john so there’s really not much left to be afraid of. i think he gets told “that’s not your job” a lot and maybe listens more than he used to. and to bring us around to the second question...

i also think dean would get weirdly hung up on the fact that he and cas’s sex life is Not Normal - as in, they fooled around a little and that was it. i think dean would have a huge problem with that. like, obviously he has A Few Hangups About Gay Sex given his history but if you’re a couple you’re supposed to bang on the regular and it’s totally homophobic if he doesn’t bang cas as much as he’d bang a lady he was committed to, right? he’s not gonna give cas less than he gave cassie or lisa, that’s not fair to his best buddy and number one pal! 

meanwhile castiel, known asexual, is utterly and wildly neutral to the whole idea except that it’s a way to be close to dean. cas would be just as happy fucking like champions for a six-hour marathon or spending that same six hours curled up in bed together while he plays with dean’s hair. like, same diff. you know that thing about like “cas thinks everything is important he gives the same gravitas to the apocalypse and a nine year old’s birthday party”? like it’s exactly like that with sex and cuddling and sharing a meal together and driving together and watching dumb movies like it’s all time spent With Dean so it all matters just as much.

so we have this conflict where dean is tearing himself apart over the fact that he’s taking a normal human amount of time to “work up” to the whole thing and cas is like. but it’s fine. it’s literally fine. and dean’s reaction to this would be something very offended like hello excuse me i am super hot and fuckable and you don’t WANT me?

if this all sounds familiar that’s because i’ve written similar stuff to it before! if you go to the fic page for broken road, you'll see it's part of a series now (the "triptych"), with my dumb little 15.18 fixit as the prequel. even though continuity-wise these are two totally separate fics i feel very strongly that that fic is the spiritual prequel to broken road, and eventually, a long time from now, after the next @cambionverse​ fic is done or at the very least well underway, i'd like to write a spiritual sequel. a triptych is three works that stand on their own but also make a more complete whole, so even though these three stories would not be related at all in continuity of where they take place in canon, they each set the stage at a different part of the dean/cas relationship. so fic #1, the get-together, had no sex at all, and it was very short. fic #2, pre-established but just barely, had a little sex in it and it was very long. fic #3 then would be pre-established but like VERY pre-established and have a fuckton of sex in it, and be medium length. i’m ha ha basically writing my own nc-17 porn coda since SOMEBODY won’t do it for me (if you got that joke you’re entitled to financial compensation). 

except i actually really do want to tackle this subject myself, it’s stuff i only got to touch on in the other fics because it felt off topic, so in this fic it WOULD be the topic! i really found a groove i like with cas who has almost no trauma around sex but doesn’t care whether or not he has it vs dean who really really wants to have sex but has a minefield of past bad experiences he has to watch out for. and i like writing porn anyway and i didn’t get to write very much these past two fics. i’ve always said that i think dean would snowball (not like that, gross) - it’d take him FOREVER (literally a decade plus) to work up to kissing cas but a fraction of that time to start fooling around with him and a fraction of THAT time to blow him etc etc. the more he does the easier it gets. i feel like it’d be a lot of fun to write. 

so, this third fic would not be an official broken road sequel, because there’s almost no plot outside of the porn to speak of anyway, but if what you wanted was to see how the dean/cas went from where it left off, hopefully that will be satisfying in that regard.

i should say, while the third fic would be almost exclusively porn there is one plot element involving ********** that i am not going to talk about on tumblr because it would ruin the surprise. i have told a few people privately and i will tell you if we know each other pretty well but if you know (or guess) don’t tell anyone! 

see, the other thing i would want to tackle in that fic is how cas has his own traumas and baggage, even if they’re a little different from dean’s, and i think dean sometimes gets so deep in his own stuff he kind of...not forgets that exactly but forgets how profoundly it still affects cas, because by and large cas deals with that sort of thing a lot more quietly and in much healthier ways than dean does. not that his self-sacrificing ass is the poster child for mental health, but for example cas recognized suicidal ideation in himself and actively worked to keep himself away from situations that would make it worse. he translates his bad feelings into meaningful action (well, he attempts to, even if it usually goes wrong). so he hurts kind of quietly and in late season especially most of the worst moments of his life are behind him (barring jack’s death, which doesn’t happen in this verse). so he’s also further along in his healing process which mean dean kind of forgets how fucked in the head he can be. and in the uh...unusual situation...they find themselves in because of this minor plot, it becomes something that he can’t not notice, that they can’t just not talk about, and cas gets to lean on dean a little, they sort of get to know each other better. so that’s part of the point of that one little plot element. but the rest of it really is porn.

i haven’t started work on the third fic yet - i don’t have a title and my outline is just a bunch of choppy ideas and i have about 2000 words of the middle of the fic jotted down out of context. (it was originally going to be a shorter unrelated thing before i realized how well it tied to what i already had.) i have another obligation to see to before i can get started on it (again, @cambionverse​, you should read it if you havent, the concept might sound unappealing but almost everyone who tries it likes it and it’s way better than broken road). so it’ll probably happen a very VERY long time from now! but it IS happening. >:) i just hope after the first two fics in the triptych were so well received that it doesn’t disappoint 🥺

[sevenseasofrog]

Lads ‘n Lasses

pairing: highschool!ben x fem!reader

summary: single sex schools are never boring

word count: 2982

a/n: wagwan gs, this might not be to everyone’s taste but i’ll see how it goes, this is the first time i’ve imagined myself as the reader while writing ?? not as someone else reading it ?? it’s also set in a manchesterish sort of place bc i had a major mind block trying to write about anywhere else other than where i actually live ,, that probably sounds weird idk aha, it’s defo an au where ben basically is still in education and all sorts of chaos takes place as the year moves forward ,, anyway ,, enjoy !! if you have any questions or likewise feel free to send an ask bc i see how it could be semi confusing ,, love u all a lotta :) ❤️

here’s also some stuff that could make it less confusing (especially if you’re not familiar with lingo from north west england, i’ll maybe add to this with each new chapter that comes out :)

St. Mary’s/ Mary’s- the all girls school the reader attends, quite middle class and full of students who like to make drama for their own entertainment, strong focus on languages and arts

St. Peter’s/ St. Pete’s - the all boys ‘brother’ school to St. Mary’s, very laddish with a focus on sports and science

Niamh & Maria - the reader’s two closest and longest friends

Tram/Met - British version of an overground subway?

Shout - another word for a houseparty

Snide - unfair

Swear down - saying you are telling the truth

also, the reader and ben are between the ages of like 17 and 18ish, the whole thing isn’t very accurate to the uk school system but it works a little better like that so yall are gonna have to go with it aha

ps, this chapter is spilt in two bc i got very carried away when writing it and tumblr has a word limit, hmph. however, that does technically mean that i can say i’ve written two chapters not just one ?? go me !!

Chapter 1: September

4th of September, the night before a new term, new academic year and a nearly fresh start. Your last year at St Mary’s had not been something you were dreading so to speak, and now it was finally here. Thanks to upcoming exams, you only had a little over five months to get through before freedom, and eventually, a completely clean slate at a new, far less intimidating school environment. Anticipation building, you called it a night

6:15am. You woke up to the painful sound of your alarm clock, early morning sun peeking through the split between the curtains. Eager to silence the blaring noise you crawled out of the comfort of the duvet and hastily clicked the stop button in the centre of your phone screen. You made your way into the bathroom, careful not to wake your parents, brushed your teeth and quickly got undressed before stepping into the shower, letting the cool water run down your back without getting your hair wet, since you had it cut and washed yesterday afternoon. Slipping on your school uniform you caught eye of yourself in the mirror and decided that you had nothing to lose by putting on a little makeup, you had time after all. It was about 7am when you made your way downstairs, the house still quiet with only you awake. These mornings were the ones you liked best, just you and your own thoughts, with no one to bother you other than the dogs. It was still relatively warm during the September days so you chose to leave your jumper hung over a chair in the kitchen, putting just your blazer over your crisp, white blouse. Throwing an apple and cereal bar into your bag for later in the day, you figured that you might as well also pack some paracetamol and chewing gum for good measure, knowing it would come in handy eventually. You headed into the hallway to sit on the bottom step of the stairs to put your shoes on, tying the laces as tight as you possibly could, slung the black tote over your shoulder and grabbed your set of keys, which were usually on a hook which your dad had attached to the wall earlier in the year.

The walk to the tram stop was pleasant enough. There was no real breeze and you walked with your hands in you pockets to the beat of the music. Skipping down the steps to the platform to buy a ticket for the week, the change rattled in your pocket, and you had to cover it to stop anything flying out. Once you had finally managed to get the machine to produce a ticket after it spat out the coins you tried to use a few times, you spun round and walked towards the sheltered seats down the further end of the stop. It was only 7:45 by this stage and there were still very few people around. Missing the school rush was certainly worth it for you, and it also meant there was time to grab a coffee on the way to school with Niamh and Maria, who both got on at later stops anyway. You pulled your phone out of your pocket, deciding to text your parents, as you did every morning to let them know you were okay. You skipped a few songs before slipping your phone back into your pocket and looking up to examine your surroundings, following a good few weeks of not coming to the somewhat grimy metro stop, nothing had changed. The ground was still caked in chewing gum, graffiti littered the ticket machines, and the bin was, as ever, overflowing.

There was one thing different though, slightly odd too. A blonde haired boy who you had never seen before was stood on the opposite platform. Weird. It was then that you noticed he was in the uniform for St. Peter’s, with a backpack hung on one shoulder and a gym bag on the floor- grim move from the newbie. It suddenly hit you however. He was on the wrong platform, and could end up getting on a tram further into the city centre rather than away from it. God, this was awkward. You could leave him? it would be kind of funny? but also a bit snide.

No.

Don’t do that you told yourself. Deciding to ‘start the new term right’ you cleared your throat before shouting across

“You going to St. Pete’s mate?”

He looked up from the ground, obviously somewhat confused, checking to see whoever the person who had shouted was talking too. Luckily, this was quite easy, given that he then noticed that he was in fact the only person on the platform. You gave a wave and as friendly a smile as you could muster given it wasn’t even 8 o’clock yet, in a desperate attempt to get his attention, which just so happened to work.

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“Because given that you’re on the wrong platform, you’re gonna have a very hard time getting there”. His jaw dropped a little

“You are joking, right?”

“Nope!”, you popped the ‘p’, just for emphasis, “So... are you just gonna stand there like a lemon or change platforms then?”. He quickly picked his bag off the ground and jogged up the steps to the bridge. As he crossed you rolled the waistband of your skirt up, realising that you previously looked a little to nun-ish for your liking. By the time you had finished fixing up your appearance the mysterious blonde was plodding down the steps, towards you. Shit. Now what?

You had just about composed yourself by the time he reached you.

“Ben. Ben Jones” he spoke, before offering his hand to shake.

“You’re very proper aren’t you!?”, you thought out loud “guessing you're not from up here then hm? Name’s y/n l/n by the way, I go to St. Mary’s”, you said, trying to remain friendly.

“Yeah, moved up from Bournemouth at the start of summer. My parents wanted to come up here so I had a chance of getting some sort of sports scholarship or something for rugby, y’know, for uni and that”. He spoke with quite a low, quiet voice, but definitely had a southern accent that you couldn’t imagine going any time soon. Now he was stood nearer, you had managed to get a clearer picture of Ben; he was very well built and had the physique of a genuine sportsman, He wasn’t too tall- but still taller than you by a considerable amount. His facial features were mostly soft, although his nose looked like it could have been broken in past games and he had the most striking green eyes.

“Well, you’d have had a pretty difficult time getting anywhere if you were stuck in the centre of town.” you both let out a laugh.

“Honestly, I’m such a melt, only I could do that on one of the few days that being on time actually matters”. You broke eye contact momentarily to see that a tram was approaching.

“Right then” you said, stepping towards the edge of the platform. “We’re a bit early but I normally get a coffee anyway, you can come if you want? I mean, you don’t have to get this one if you don’t want but if you do then the offer’s there..” You trailed off, noticing that you had waffled on a bit.

“Aha, no it’s fine! I’d be happy to get this one, you’re literally the first person I’ve spoken to who’s like, my age so it’s not like I have anyone to wait for. Plus, I’ll probably get lost if you abandon me now.” He looked up with puppy dog eyes after picking his gym bag off the floor again.

Stepping on the tram, you decided to offer him your first piece of valuable advice; “Right… Well. If we’re gonna be mates I better give you the rules of the road up here”.

“Go on then, local expert”, he said with a smirk.

“First things first. Don’t put your bag on the floor. It’s crusty and makes you look like a gimp”.

“Noted”, he spoke as the pair of you sat on the grey seats.

“Second. Most of the boys are maniacs and the girls are awful bitches, I’d say that I’d help you figure out who’s who but you’ll probably be able to decide for yourself”.

“Hm, you’re really selling it to me. The brutal honesty is a nice touch”. You gave a playful punch to the side of his arm, with a grin smeared across your face.

“Swear down mate, you’ll thank me later for this though.”

The journey passed in a flash, the pair of you talking like friends reunited. You learnt that he had a beagle named Frankie, lived not too far from you, he played rugby for teams but also enjoyed drama and music.

“You’re quite the character aren’t you! can’t say I took you for a performing arts kinda guy”

“Well… What kind of person did you take me as then, all knowing-y/n”

“Well Ben from Bournemouth.. that would be telling wouldn’t it, I can tell you however that this is our stop though”. You both stood up, grabbing your bags and heading for the doors of the carriage. You had a text from Niamh and Maria earlier on in the journey saying they’d be late and there was no point waiting for them, so you carried on the walk alone with Ben.

“If I left you here right now, would you have any clue where to go?” you questioned, genuinely intrigued.

“Erm.. no… I would have to stand around for a bit and hope someone takes pity on me”

“What about google maps though??”

“Hmm.. Let’s just say that there’s a reason I don’t take geography”

The coffee shop was about the same distance from the tram stop as is was from school, and it was about 20 past 8 when you pushed open the door with a small chime. It was a cosy little café, situated on the corner of the market street with wicker chairs outside and brown leather sofas inside. You never stayed in however, much preferring to enjoy whatever you brought during the rest of the walk to school. Today was a latte day, no questions asked. You liked to rotate throughout a few different drinks, depending on your mood. Ben stood close by as you explained how you’d most definitely be on black coffee by this time next week, but you might have the odd pumpkin spiced latte as September moved into October, just for novelty really. He gave out a small chuckle,

“You really are in a league of your own aren’t you? I’ve known you like an hour and I’m convinced you hold the secrets of the universe or some shit”. You liked Ben. He was good company and you had a fair bit in common;

“and what if I did hold the secrets of the universe huh?”

“I’d use the black market to sell you to a looney philosopher somewhere or other and make myself some fat stacks.” You both doubled over in complete hysterics. Would it be weird to say that you’d never bonded so quickly with someone? yeah, probably you thought, brushing the idea away quickly. Your giggle fit was quickly broken up however when the barista announced that your drink was ready, you fished the loose change out of your pocket and handed it over moments later,

“keep the change mate” you said politely, turning on your heel towards the door once again.

“You really are quite the angel aren’t you?” the boy walking next to you said “ooooo, keep the change mate, I’m y/n and I am the source of all life and joy” he mocked.

“You know it blondie”, you retorted with a smirk.

You had walked a fair deal further, now following the main road and considerably nearer to school when Ben reached into his inside pocket .pulling out a cigarette and lighter. You silently watched out of the corner of your eye as he held the stick in his mouth and lit one end, he inhaled deeply before taking it from between his lips to exhale. Before his could bring his hand back up however, you plucked it from his fingers and drew a breath from it yourself before throwing it down and stamping on it. Ben simply stood with his mouth hung open looking dumbfounded. “Whoa steady on...What the fuck was that about then? Oh… and for the record, you owe me a cig now!”, he spoke with a tone of shock mixed with annoyance

“Boo-Hoo”, you spoke back, “But neither of us can have a first day back if we get excluded before we even get to school you dimwit. There’s teachers stood by the traffic lights down there”, you pointed further down the pavement. “See for yourself if you want…” you trailed off. Ben looked a little guilty, realising that he could have got you both in a good deal of trouble,

“Ah, Right, Okay… Sorry about that..”

“Don’t worry about it. Honestly. It’s fine, you’re new! You’ve got a lot to learn still”, you gave him a reassuring smile, but you could tell that he still felt a twinge of regret.

The pair of you carried on the walk in a comfortable silence, and as you approached St. Peter’s a thought struck you. “Right. After school, wait for me here, I don’t really want you being lost in a new town stuck on my conscience all night”

“How noble of you, Miss y/l/n! How will I ever repay you for this selfless act of charity!” He exaggerated, running his hands through his hair as he spoke.

“We’ll have to see about that one won’t we, I guess”, You hitched your bag back onto your shoulder properly. Before he turned into the courtyard of his new school he grabbed your arm,

“Wait a minute... you give off way too much chaotic energy for things to run smoothly. What’s your snap or your number or something incase something goes horribly wrong” He spoke again, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

“Hm, go on then, I’ll give you my number then you can just add me on snapchat with it too if you really want. Two birds with one stone ‘n all that”, you reached into your bag and pulled out a pen. “Gimmie something to write on, chop chop matey!” you spoke hurridley, realising that you only had 10 minutes before you needed to be sat down in your first registration of the academic year. In a panic, he stuck out his hand, and you began to scribble down the first few digits.

“Fucking hell! I thought you were writing it down not tattooing it!”, he took in a sharp breath.

“Hm.. What.. Wait! Shit, sorry.. I’m a bit heavy handed”. You finished writing the numbers down with a conscious attempt not to press quite so hard and then threw the pen back into your bag.

“Aight then, I’ll see you later yeah?” He looked up at you,

“See ya later lemon boy”. You shot another smile before continuing on a few meters further down the path and approached the gates of St. Mary’s.

Hello old friend, you thought before taking a deep breath and turning into the school, with no way out for the next few hours at least. You stepped hurriedly through the labyrinth of corridors before reaching the room where you’d be registered. Throwing your bag onto your usual desk you could feel two sets of eyes on you.

“y/n l/n, You have some explaining to do! go on then, who’s the boy?” Niamh began, a devilish grin on her face.

“Gimme a second to sort my life out yeah? I just need to get my bearings then you can interrogate me”, you spoke, followed by a heavy sigh. After you put your bag in your new locker you returned to the desk where you were greeted by your long time friends once again. “Wait a minute, how do you even know? started hiring government spies or some shit?”

“Erm, no. But that’s quite a good idea actually. If you’re that desperate to know, Lewis sent me a message asking if you’d got a boyfriend over summer..” You let out a scoff before Maria could continue. “He still really likes you ya know?”

“Yes mum, I do know, you remind me most days” You all let out a laugh, attracting some attention from the neighboring tables.

“We’re off topic, you still need to explain yourself and we have like, 3 minutes until the bell goes” Niamh interrupted, she had always been the most conscious member of the group, as much as both you and Maria hated to admit.

“Right, I’ll keep it simple. I was at the met stop and he was stood on the wrong side so I told him to switch otherwise he’d never make it to school then he told me that his name’s Ben and he’s new and he’s in our year and then we got on the tram and then we went to get coffee then he decided he wanted a smoke and then I told him off and then we got to school and then I told him I’d meet him after school then I walked into school and now I’m here with you two” You barely paused for breath and gasped before either of your friends could continue, both of them looking shocked and rather confused.

“Right. You can explain that all again later in a bit only at least 76 times slower. ok? thanks? nice” is all Maria managed to respond before the door swung open and your teacher walked in...

Hope you enjoy !!❤️

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[boy-banders-writings]

Flowers in Resin - Hongseok

Group: Pentagon Member: Hongseokkie aka toned bean Genre: Fluff with some angst Requested: Nope Prompt(s): “I will find you.” ; “Don’t forget me.” Length: short|medium|long|idk man

As the sun peeked between the makeshift curtains you rolled over and cuddled deeper into the blankets. The weight on your waist grew heavier as the body beside you moved and pulled you closer. You kept your eyes closed because you knew what morning meant and you wanted to keep it at bay a little longer.

You hoped he wouldn’t have woken up from your movement but the sigh and kiss to your forehead told you he did. You remained motionless though, wanting to bask in his body heat and the feel of his arms around you a little longer.

“I know you’re awake.” He hummed, his fingers tracing delicate shapes onto your bare back.

“Let’s pretend we’re not. You know what today is.” You moved to tuck your head under his chin and kissed the base of his neck. “I don’t want our time together to be over yet.”

“You could stay then, wait until next the time.”

“You heard the shaman.” You sighed, forcing your tired body into a sitting position. “He can’t accurately predict the next chance I would have to go home...” You pulled the blanket up to cover yourself and fidgeted.

“I know but we could have a life together. We could get married, have kids, you’d never have to worry about anything ever again. You did tell me that you’re stressed out back in your time...” He paused, watching you. “That everything was going wrong.”

Hongseok was right, back in the future everything was falling apart for you. You’d just been fired, broken up with, found out your mother was marrying her boyfriend from hell, your dad was leaving the country to chase some women he’d met on his latest vacation. Back in 2017, life for you was awful but it was your life. You knew that while things were treacherous and difficult at the moment things would all work out in the end.

When you slipped down a set of steps and hit your head you never thought you’d wake up a few hundred years in the past. At first you thought the bump to your head caused you to experience a rather realistic dream. But when the local shaman sought you out because he saw you in a dream and knew there was something off about you, it made it real for you.

Your time spent in this time period would have been a hundred times worse if Hongseok hadn’t found you and taken you in to find your family. You learned quickly you woke up the daughter of a local merchant who had been missing for a few days. It was tough to adapt to life in the past but you managed and Hongseok is a huge part of that.

Six months ago you were scared and alone, wanting to find any way back home. Now though, now you had a reason to want to stay in the past and that was Hongseok. Very quickly the two of you clicked and he started pinning after you. In fact, by the end of your first month he had confessed that he had feelings toward you and wanted to act on them. Even though you hoped you wouldn’t spend much time in this current period, you found yourself drawn to him. Soon enough, you accepted his feelings and the two of you became the talk of the town.

When the Shaman from your second day came to you saying he had another dream about you returning home you were excited at first. Then you realized you’d be leaving Hongseok and your heart broke. It was even more heartbreaking knowing it was so soon, he gave you today’s date a month ago.

The two of you had been spending every moment together knowing that when you left, the heartbreak would be earth shattering. 

“It is.” You admitted, smiling sadly. “But regardless, that’s my life.” You turned towards him and maneuvered to sit between his legs. “And as much as I would love to stay here with you and grow old together... whatever happened to me back in my time leaves my family in the dark.”

“Will you tell me about yourself then? What you look like? What you do with your life.” His hand locked with yours first before playing with your hand.

“I’m a foreigner.” You laughed. “I look nothing like I look in this body.” It felt weird saying that. “My eyes are a lighter color, my hair too. I’m a little shorter with a little more meat on my bones.” You laughed a little, feeling funny describing yourself to him like this. “I’m a student, studying in college and working part time on campus.”

“Campus?” Hongseok’s clueless look made your heart clench.

“Right, uhm, a campus is a plot of land with buildings on it that students go to for classes, some of the buildings the students live in.”

“Ah, okay.” He smiled at your fingers locked with his. “What do you study?”

“Right now, I’m undeclared. I’m taking classes in various topics to find what suits me.”

“Is it fun?”

“I think it is.” You nodded once. “I like learning new things so taking various classes is really fun.”

“Do-- Do you think I’m with you in the future somewhere?”

“What? Like reincarnation?”

“Yea.”

“Maybe.” You smiled at the idea. “If I knew, I’d have found you already.”

Looking up you found his focus on you already. You leant up and kissed him. Trying to prove to him how you felt. That you did love him even with the short time you had together. 

“If you’re somewhere back in my present time, I will find you. I don’t know how but I’ll find you.”

“I.. have an idea.” He looked embarrassed, his cheeks flushing. 

He moved you forward so you were no longer leaning against him and he stood up from the bed. He moved to the simple set of drawers on the opposite side of the room and pulled a silk cloth from the top drawer. You admired him as his tall and lean frame moved about the room, his pants hanging loosely upon his hips. He chewed on his lip for a moment before turning to face you and moving back to the bed.

“I had this made for you back when we found out about you going home.” He placed the small silk bundle in you lap. “I don’t know if it will go back with you because I really don’t understand this traveling through time concept but in hope that it does, I think I’ll remember you this way.”

You watched him for a moment before looking down at the bundle in your lap.

“Go on.” You picked up on his nervous giggle.

Slowly you unknotted the top of the bundle and slowly pulled the corners of the silk back. In the middle of the cloth sat a small pendant hanging from a simple string. It was beautiful, so simple and beautiful.

“I don’t know if you recognize it... It’s a few cherry blossom flowers hardened in resin. The uh, the first time we met it was in the beginning of spring when the flowers were just blooming. And uh, our first outing together was out in town for the spring festival.” He started rubbing the back of his neck. “It was really beautiful to see you so overwhelmed by the scenery and the trees. I wish I had a way to capture that moment. You took my breath away and I just associate the beauty of cherry blossoms with you... I hope this makes sense.”

“Seokkie...” You tried to keep the tears at bay. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He sighed, thankful you liked it before you threw yourself at him. “Why did you have to go and do something like this? It makes it harder to leave.”

He held you, rubbing your back when the tears fell. His chuckle was sad and you heard the tingle of tears. The two of you cried in each other’s arms for a few minutes. Once the sniffles ended and the breathing returned to normal you two couldn’t help but laugh.

“We should get ready, we’ll need to meet the Shaman soon.”

“Will you put in on for me first?” You held the necklace up, already moving to put your back to him.

“Of course.”

He took the pendent from you and swept your hair to the side. His fingers traced the skin they touched sending chills through your body. He worked the metal bead through the loop slowly to fasten the necklace around your neck. Once it was done he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“I’m going to miss this. Being this close to you all the time.”

“We’ll get back to this one day.” You turned and nuzzled your nose into his neck.

With a huge sigh the two of you forced your bodies from the bed to dress yourselves, or rather each other. Hongseok helped you into your robes and you tied the belt of his robes. After the two of you were dressed you made a simple breakfast together and ate in comfortable silence.

Around the time you were cleaning the small table of your dirty dishes and scraps there was a knock on your door.

“Miss (Y/N)?”

“Ah, Shaman, come in.” You bowed, beckoning him into your small home. “It’s that time isn’t it?”

“I’m afraid so. If I knew of the next warp in time I’d encourage you to stay but it is nearly impossible for me to know.”

“It’s okay, we know.” Hongseok joined you by your side and grabbed your hand. “Thank you for letting me know about the chance to return home, I appreciate it. Shall we get going?”

Both men nodded. You and Hongseok followed the older man outside and towards a waiting horse. Hongseok retrieved his horse from the stable and together followed the Shaman.

The static in the air raised the arm on your arms only causing you to tighten your hold on Hongseok’s waist. The crackling in the air got stronger as your party got closer to the warp. Hongseok slowed the horse down to match the Shaman and soon stopped. The Shaman pointed towards an area to the right, it seemed normal until your focused and could see the air buzzing. You could see the particles in the air vibrating and bouncing off each other to create a rift.

You crawled down with Hongseok’s help and slowly moved towards the rift. The closer you got the more your own body vibrated.

“Just what did you see in the dream Shaman?”

“I saw you, Miss (Y/N), saying goodbye to Mister Hongseok and walking into the rift. I saw you back in your own time I think, it was a strange place, where you woke and were surrounded by people.”

“Ah, okay.” You retreated to Hongseok and held him tight. “Seokie, I love you. I have loved you for a while now and I’m sorry I can’t stay with you. I’ll be looking for you in the future.”

“Don’t apologize. My life has changed for the better since you came into it. Although I wish we had more than just six months together I’m thankful for every moment.”

“Don’t forget me, okay?” You smiled, praying the tears didn’t fall.

“I could never.” He kissed you. 

His hands cupped your face, your salty tears infecting the sweetness of the kiss and the moment. You wanted to remember him warmth, his taste, his smell. You wanted to remember everything about him. Now that the time is here you wished you had spent more time together, wish you had stared at his face longer to memorize his features. You wished you had kissed him more, held him more.  You wished for so much more time and many more memories but you didn’t have that.

“I will find you okay? I promise. We’ll reunited and get the life we want.” Hongseok kissed you a few more times. He wiped your tears with his thumbs and watched you with glossy eyes. “I want you to promise that you’ll live a happy life until I find you. Talk to your parents, get a good job, focus on school. I believe in you.” One last kiss before he sighed. “We need to say goodbye now, while I’m still okay.”

“I’ll be looking for you. Goodbye Hongseok.” You hugged him one last time. Kissed his cheek one last time. He held your hand and walked a little closer to the rift with you.

“Goodbye (Y/N). I’ll see you soon.”

With one last squeeze, your hands fell to your sides and you turned towards the Shaman.

“Thank you for everything Shaman. I hope the rest of life treats you well.”

“Thank you Miss (Y/N). Get home safely.”

You nodded and bowed to them both. With a last wave to Hongseok you turned towards the rift and let the vibrations take over your body.

When you opened your eyes both you mom and dad were in your hospital room. Your father was holding your hand while he slept with his head on your hospital bed. Your mother was sleeping in one of the large lounge chairs on the other side of the room.

“Mom?” You croaked. “Dad?”

You smiled warily when your dad jerked away and started crying. You mother woke from his sobbing and started sobbing too. After they calmed down they explained you had fallen and hit your head and you’d been in a coma since. A few days over six months and they were so worried you weren’t going to wake up. They explained they had been praying and spending every moment they could with you, talking to you in hopes of waking you up. They apologized for being so distant and begged for forgiveness all before the doctor came to check up on you.

Three days later you were given your personal items you were brought to the hospital with and signed out by your parents. As you were changing into your own clothes and going through the things they returned to you you found a strange item you never remembered having before.

“Excuse me, are you sure this is mine?” You showed the necklace to the nurse changing the sheets on the bed.

“Yes ma’am, you were wearing it when you were brought it. I made sure it got back to you, it’s too beautiful to lose.”

“Uhm, thank you.”

You admired the necklace. The pendant was a few cherry blossom flowers hardened in resin on a simple string that latched via a bead pushed through a loop. It sparked a happy feeling in your chest like your heart was swelling. As quickly as that feeling came it was overshadowed by a deep sadness. You weren’t sure where the necklace was from or where the feelings came either but you fastened the necklace around your neck. Quickly putting the last of your things into the duffel bag your parents brought you, you met them in the first floor lobby.

Your father met you and pressed a kiss to your forehead and told you again that he was glad you’re okay. As he was taking your bag from you and turned to leave, you bumped shoulders with someone entering the lobby.

“Excuse me.” The male spoke quickly.

“Hongseok, c’mon! Hyoyong could have actually broken his leg this time!”

“Coming Hwitaek!” Tall and very pretty, he turned towards you and smiled. “Sorry about that. Have a good day.” The necklace caught his eyes. “Oh, your necklace is beautiful.”

“T-Thanks.” You answered. “Have a good day as well, I hope your friend is alright.”

You nodded at each other and parted ways. That feeling of indescribable sadness returned as your followed your father outside. You looked back in time to see the stranger, you assumed was named Hongseok, looking back at you too.