#we greet each other by punching and/or smacking eachother

[byfulcrums]

I just saw a fanfic that had the Ahsoka/Anakin sibling trope but they kept on calling each other ‘bro’ and ‘sis’ and I'm so angry now

[reelwriter19]

Black and Blue

Pairings: Kevin Atwater x Black Reader 

Summary: With all that’s going on in the world, I wanted to explore things from Kevin’s perspective. What’s it like for him and his family, existing on both sides of the spectrum? 

*Title inspired by one of my favorite Chicago PD eps

Attempting to soothe your 4 month pregnant and agitated stomach, you got in your cousin's face, finger pointed, rage on high.

“As much as you want to refute my choice of a life partner, Detective Kevin Atwater is the reason your dumbass isn’t in a jail cell right now...or worse.”

“So now I’m a dumbass?!”

“YES!”

“You don’t think what we’re doing out there is important?! Did you sell out when he put that ring on your finger or was it the day he wrote the down payment check for this bougie ass loft you’re livin’ in?!”

Without hesitation, you smacked Brian across the face, just as Kevin walks in to the front door. Already changed out of his riot gear, he dons his usual black hoodie, dark jeans and combat boots. He holds a beat on locking away his gun, as he’s not quite sure what he’s walking into.

“Baby, you good?”

You and Brian are still staring each other down. You finally break the silence, with gritted teeth.

“Get out of my house.”

Brian slowly backs away from you, being sure to glare disapprovingly at Kevin on his way out. Locking the door behind him, Kevin continues his routine of securing his gun as you walk over to him crying.

You weren’t quite sure if it was the adrenaline from the fight you just had with family, the worry for your husbands safety out on the currently extra dangerous streets or the pregnancy hormones, but all you wanted was Kevin’s hands on your body.

As you reached up to place your arms around his neck, he obliged and pulled you into a passionate kiss. Within seconds, your legs were wrapped around his waist as he carried you up the stairs into the bedroom, slowly lowering you on to the bed. He hovered over you, gently reaching down to kiss the remaining tears away. You removed his hoodie and proceeded to let him know just how glad you were to have him safely home in one piece.

_________

Hours later, the two of you were absently wrapped in sheets. Kevin sat up, his back against the headboard, while you laid across his lap. With one hand intertwined with his, you used the other to trace the solid ridges of his stomach.

“Y/N…”

“Hmm?” The deep sound of his voice breaking you out of a trance.

“I don’t want you to be mad at Brian.”

You sit up to turn and fully face him. The look of curiosity and annoyance growing across your brow.

“Kev...the things that he said...what he’s doing out there? You saved him tonight from the possibility of not making it back home and he couldn’t even say ‘thank you’? He’s a disrespectful little...”

“But Y/N, I get it. The way Brian grew up, hell the way we grew up, he was trained to hate people like me. Do you remember how reluctant you were to date me when you found out what I did for a living?”

“Of course. I was pissed cuz you didn’t tell me right away.”

“Exactly, but I didn’t because I wanted to make sure I had you before your opinion of me was tainted by what you thought a Chicago cop was like. Y/N, Brian never had that chance. Sure I’m married to you and by default he’s family, but that deep seeded hatred takes years to undo.”

“True, but you guys in Intelligence…”

Cutting you off with a touch to your cheek.

“We’re a rare breed baby. You know that. Just think of all that nonsense I had to fight off two years ago with Doyle’s people. They’re the majority. They’re the ones who don’t care about Brian’s life and they’re the reason why he was out there looting with that group after others protested peacefully downtown for hours. And you know good and well that if circumstances were different…”

Kevin slightly repositioned himself over you, placing light kisses on your pregnant belly.

“...if you weren’t cooking my beautiful baby girl in this sexy ass oven…”

Smirking as you playfully swatted his hand “Boy! I told you I want a boy…”

He rolled his eyes at you while further pinning you down under him. Unable to move, you gazed upon your husband as he proceeded to have a full on conversation with the child growing in your stomach. Although annoyed at the topic of his current Ted Talk, you truly loved these moments. Being black in this country was hard enough. Adding to that, your choice as a couple to stand with a foot on both sides of the spectrum of black and blue, it was a rare occasion when the love of your life was allowed to put his guard down and just be a man. You came back to reality when he purposely grazed your sensitive skin with his beard.

“Listen baby GIRL...mamas gonna try to act tough when you get out here, but I got your back, ok?

Laughing reluctantly and whining in protest and for him to move… “Stop it! That tickles!”

Kevin relented and moved up, gazing deep into your eyes. The look on his face as if he was ready to put another baby in the oven. You bit your bottom lip. As you each moved in closer for a kiss…there was a sudden urge...

“Great, now I have to pee!”

He burst into laughter as you untangled yourself from his limbs and the sheets and scurried to the bathroom.

“Shut up!”

_________

The next morning, you awoke to a text from Brian.

My bad cuz...I ain’t mean that shit.

Brian was never verbose and you knew him sending just that simple message took a lot. You were about to respond when you heard voices downstairs. You had expected Kevin to be at the District by now. He previously had a routine of waking you up before he left, no matter the hour, but that became less frequent once you got pregnant, deciding to text you his whereabouts instead. His voice ringing in your head now...

“You need to be well rested, Y/N.”

You got up, put some comfortable clothes on and went downstairs. To your surprise Kevin was sitting at the dining room table with his partner Adam and your cousin Brian. It looked like they had been planted in their seats having a heated discussion for hours. You stood in shock and then walked over to the kitchen to make some tea.

Adam was the first to break from the tense meeting, walking over to greet you with a hug and a peck on the cheek after you placed the kettle on the stove.  

“Morning, Y/N, you’re lookin’ beautiful as always.

With a chuckle, “Hey sweetie...you’ve always been such a good liar...I appreciate that.”

“I'm serious girl, you look great. I told Atwater if he acts up…”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Kevin yelled from the dining room as he approached. He and Ruzek were like brothers. He’d stood by Kevin’s side through it ALL, unwavering in his loyalty, so it was only natural that, as a brother, he also knew which buttons to push to irk him the most.  

Kevin punched him in the arm and Adam reciprocated with a swat to the back of Kevin’s neck. You shook your head and laughed, proceeding with the business of putting the kettle on the stove….this boyish nonsense was routine.

Both deciding there could be no winner in this moment, they finally calmed down. “Man chill out, you’re gonna upset my goddaughter.”

You immediately rolled your eyes and sighed as you grabbed your favorite mug from the cabinet. “Daughter...I see he’s gotten to you too huh?”

You darted a look at Kevin, which he avoided, clearing his throat with a  smirk.

“Adam, are you hungry?”

Walking past the guys into the dining room, you offered an olive branch to your cousin as well, who still sat at the table in deep thought, “Brian, you want anything to eat? I can make some breakfast.” He looked up at you and rose from the table. You were startled by the look of both sorrow and determination in his eyes.

“I’m good cuz.”

He gave you a quick hug and exited the apartment.

You turned to Kevin and Adam for an explanation. “What just happened?”

Kevin spoke up first.

“I called him. He was pissed when he saw Adam here at first but I needed him to get it. I wanted him to understand why I still do this job everyday. That we haven’t sold out. We haven’t abandoned our people, I’m doing this for my people. It’s hard as hell but people like Adam, Intelligence...it’s a family, and we’re doing what we can at least to make this shit a little better.”

“How did he take that?”

Adam retorted, attempting to break the awkwardness, “Well, Brian didn’t try to hit me in the face, so I guess you can say it went alright?”

You snorted. With Adam’s sarcasm and Brian’s temper, you knew that was no small feat.

“Ok man, I’m gonna head out. I’ll catch up with you at the district.” Adam pounded Kevin’s fist and made his way to the door, but not before one last jab. With a wink to you, “Bye baby…”

“Bro! Get the hell out!”

With a mischievous laugh. “What?! I was talking to my goddaughter!”

You couldn’t help but laugh too. “BYE Adam!”

Kevin walked towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your hands rested lightly on his strong arms.

“How many people have you told that we’re having a little girl?”

“Not many...I mean, the people down at the 21st of course…”

Hitting his chest… “Kevin Atwater! We haven’t even officially checked yet! Such a man.”

He tilted your face up to look directly at him. “What’s wrong with me wanting a girl, Y/N? If she’s anything like her beautiful mama, she’ll be strong, graceful…” His words slowing down as he was sure to kiss your face after proclaiming each of the attributes he adored.

“...independent….smart.....beautiful.”

Per usual, you were becoming puddy in his arms. “You said that one already.”

He squeezed you tighter, hoping to stay in this moment a little while longer. Your face buried in his chest, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For trying to make it right with Brian. For reminding me why I chose to stay with you. For reminding me how easy it was to fall in love with you even after I found out you were a cop. I’m proud of you babe.”

No sooner than the two of you became lost in eachother again, the kettle whistled loudly on the stove. Kevin moaned against your lips in protest as you wiggled away from him to take it off the stove.

Trailing right behind you, he smacked your butt and then reached for you. Longing for the comfort of your body to hold flush against his chest. You turned the stove off and allowed him to engulf you in his arms from behind. Your fingers interlocked with his as they rested comfortably on your stomach. You each looked down for a moment at your growing belly.

Neither of you discussed it often, but there was an innate fear of what it meant to birth a black child into this world. Things had changed, yes, but the cases Kevin was exposed to and the systemic racism that still existed, as obvious in more recent events, was enough to make any future parent uneasy.

One day, when Kevin found you deep in your thoughts, he reminded you that he would never let you shoulder that burden alone. You and his unborn daughter were his world. Everyday that he chose to put that badge on, he was doing so with the intention of making the world around you and for generations to come, a little bit better.

“I have to get to work.”

You turned to face him. “I know...just make sure you come back to us.”

With a kiss to your forehead and another placed softly on your lips. 

“Always. I love you.”

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine Erik’s reaction hen the reader says another mans name while they fuckin, only to receive him even more so.

Imagine: Reader saying another dude name while fucking Erik and he give her MORE of the business to teach her a lesson.

————-

Erik was on his usual “hit her up when I want some” type of shit. She was dick whipped for a while but now that the nigga wasn’t supplying anything further she wasn’t as jumpy and jittery like before. It was around 9:45 pm, she was laid up in her unicorn onsie that she got from Fashion Nova, eating some caramel maple ice cream and watching a little Netflix. It was her down time after studying for three hours straight but now that a sex scene popped up on screen (minus the two minute pump) she was horny as all hell. Y/N looked down at her clothed pussy with a smoldering scowl.

Reader: Here you go betraying me. Now you all wet and shit.

Rolling her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose with her long tips painted bright orange, she hoped that her thoughts about future exams and projects for school would simmer the heat and dry up the wetness between her legs. Pussy was practically crying in her panties for some dick. As it was mentioned before ERIK was on a mission. Three quick text chimes rang out from her IPhone X, Y/N looking over with interest. Picking up the phone, she pressed down on the text thread titled “Daddy Kill”.

Reader: This nigga...

More like just in time nigga

Reader: *texts* Hey Dork. Tired of sitting up watching One Punch Man?

Erik: *texts* Remember you referring to the dork whose dick you love riding mini stallion.

He always called Y/N mini stallion because she was obsessed with Megan Thee Stallion and all things riding dick. Ignoring his new little nick name, Y/N cuts to the chase.

Reader: *texts* So when you coming over?

Erik: *texts* 3, 2, 1

*KNOCK KNOCK*

He was full of surprises. Pausing her Netflix Y/N made it to the door, opening it to see Erik in his “Let me hop in the whip and get some pussy” attire. B-ball shorts, hoodie, and low cut vans. This time the red and white sk8 highs. They greeted eachother with their eyes, scanning each others bodies. It’s been a while. Y/N missed Erik’s good dick. It was always nasty rough sex with him. When he came over it was really to fuck. Y/N didn’t mind, she liked it that way. She liked it wild and dirty sometimes. Erik was different from the other guy...

Erik: You dome gawking at me shorty or you tryna get naked?

Reader: *steps to the side* Well come in then. We ain’t fucking in the doorway are we?

Erik: I mean... *invades her space, grabbing two hand fulls of booty* We can. But you ain’t like that though.

Y/N chose to ignore that, initiating the sex by grabbing his dick and squeezing.

Reader: Just shut up and fuck me like you always do. I need it.

Her conscious was laughing at her right now. This bitch was giving in to no good ass Erik with the big dick.

Erik: Damn, what’s up witchu? *bites lip*

Reader: I just need some dick. Fill my mind with some nasty shit I’m tired of thinking about statistics and biology.

Erik: okay, Baby girl. Daddy gotchu. I promise.

Every time he said he promise, it was gonna be some shit.

————

Reader: *cries out* AHHH, shit, yes!

Erik: *grabs wrists from behind* Keep that arch in your fucking back, Y/N, I’m not playing. I know it’s been a minute but take this dick!

Reader: SHIT- it’s so damn big!

Erik: Yeah, I know I’m deep baby. This pussy so good I gotta go deep.

He went in on her like he wasn’t tired. Y/N cried into her pillow, taking the dick even though the pressure in her stomach was unbelievable. Her eyes closed, mind wandering to last time she came during doggie style. She was thinking about sex while having sex. Her pussy got wetter then.

Erik: This Daddy pussy, Y/N.

Reader: Yes! Shit...okay okay! Damn it’s too much Daddy

Erik: *pounds slow and deep* Better?

She sighed in contempt. She could feel every vein in his dick. Her pussy seemed to squeeze him more like this. Her eyes went low, mouth parted slightly. This felt so good. Her body automatically arched for him and it made his hands smack her ass cheeks. That sparked another memory.

Erik: Fuck, I love watching the way my dick go in and out the pussy. You making a mess on me. *groans*

Reader: mmm...Terrell...

Erik:....*pauses*

Reader: why you stop? *twerks ass back on him*

Erik: *stops with a hard squeeze of her ass* Wait...what did you just say, Y/N?

His voice was even and dangerous. Y/N blinked, confused for a split second until she went big eyed and stiff. Dammit...she hadn’t expected that. Erik changed up his pace while fucking her, reminding her of Terrell, her classmate in Chemistry. He was more gentle and soft with his strokes, saying sweet things in low whispers while stroking her slow. It’s been a while since sex, maybe a little over two weeks but it never left her mind. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t been so enthusiastic with Erik’s texts. Her mind was on Terrell fucking her from behind all slow while his hands spread her open wide. Her pussy jerked on Erik’s dick and the slap to her ass after that had her screaming.

Erik:WHO THE FUCK IS TERRELL?! Last time I fucking checked my name was Erik. You fucked another nigga, Y/N? You let another nigga fuck this phat pussy? I bet he a punk ass nigga.

Reader: Erik... *lifts up, turning around with embarrassment* I’m sorry...it’s just the way you fucked slow made me think of him. And you fuck other bitches so what’s the point?

Erik: I don’t Y/N. I don’t have time to keep up with other bitches. I got more important shit on my mind. I’m only fucking you *glares at her*

Reader: YOUR NOT MY MAN!

Erik: *flips her over on her back, face close to hers with rage* I’m not? Didn’t I just tell you this is my pussy? *pulls hair by pony tail to make her look at him* Didn’t I say that shit? This is my fucking pussy, Y/N. And the fact that you let some other nigga fuck into my shit...

Erik removed his hand from her hair, grabbing her by the thighs and spreading her. Y/N was thrown for a loop. She expected him to argue her down and leave but he still wanted sex? She didn’t know what to say or do. Shocked really.

Erik: since you can’t remember who dick you supposed to be sucking and fucking I gotta remind you. And no, I’m not taking it nice and slow. I’m taking it rough and deep.

Reader: *stiffens* Erik-

Erik: SHUT the fuck up...

Reader: *snaps mouth shut*

Erik spread her so far she felt like her hip would be displaced. Heart thumping and sweat pouring, Y/N waited with a quivering breath as Erik slip into her deeper and deeper until he was brushing her cervix. There was no where for her to run. He had her on lock and now he was gonna punish her.

Erik: Cum on me like you always do and I’ll fuck you until you can’t stand on two feet.

Reader: E, I’m sorry- *eyes going wide*

He was fucking her alright. Y/N had a clear view of Erik handling her pussy like the bad girl she was. Her moans reached a falsetto, hands pushing at his chest. It was too much to handle.

Reader: ERIK OMG!!!!!

Erik: SHUT UP! Fucking some other nigga *grunts* best the fuck out this pussy...

Reader: *cries* Erik okay I get it! Omg...ooo no!

She clenched her thighs, Erik’s hands holding her legs back, body bouncing with his strokes. She came on him. It was to the point she couldn’t help herself.

Reader: Erik, please! *moans*

Erik: You cumming on my dick after I told you not to? Okay...

He held her behind her head, forcing her into a crunch position, both of their eyes on the way his dick went in and out. She was frozen. Lord he was fucking her up.

Reader: DADDY OKAY!!!!

Erik: too fucking late. Fuck, I’m cumming.

His dick swelled in her, Y/N whimpering at the feeling. Just when she thought it was over he dragged her on top of him. Wrapping his arms around her sweaty body, Erik slipped back in, jerking up into her and making her ass bounce. It was hard to hold on for this particular ride, Erik restraining her arms with his one hand while the other gripped her waist. She clawed, screaming in his ear while he fucked her sensitive pussy.

Erik: Don’t ever do that shit again Y/N. You are mines.

Reader: Ye-Yes! *cries*

Erik: *FUCKS HARDER*

Reader: Daddy!! Daddy no!

Erik: *smiles mischievously* I SEE YOU CUMMING YET AGAIN. Still wanna be a bad little slut? A defiant little nasty bitch? I told you not to cum on me...

This was going to be never ending. Y/N blamed herself while her body was being fucked into at such a rapid pace.

Erik: If your hands and mouth still functioning by tomorrow I want you to give that lame nigga Terrell a call, *SLAPS ASS HARD* and tell him who this pussy belong to, *FUCKS DEEP* and who gets that pussy wet *STROKES FAST*

Reader: OKAY! Yes yes yes! *moans weakly*

Erik: Good girl.

[moonlightkpop-blog1]

Not-So-Secret Admirer

Anonymous said: hi love ! could you do a scenario with ateez hongjoong where you like eachother and he finally asks you out or kisses you? thank you ❤️

Hongjoong (ATEEZ): Fluff

Word Count: 1,485

Y’all, stream Say My Name. The kings fuckin KILLED IT! Love my ults dhsjdh

An arm wrapped around your shoulder from behind, the jacket fabric tickling your neck as the person dragged you to their chest. “What’s up, Hongjoong’s secret admirer?” You swatted at Yunho, grimacing at his joyful statement. “Shut up, jackass!” He laughed, ruffling your hair before dodging your flailing hands. You crossed your arms, glaring at the tall boy. “You’re lucky you're my best friend.” 

Yunho’s grin widened as he followed you comfortably. “I assume you haven’t seen the love of your life today since you’re so moody,” Yunho stated matter-of-factly. You scoffed, raising your hand threateningly. “Or maybe I’m moody because there’s a loud goddamn tree following me!” Yunho rolled his eyes, gripping your shoulders to pull you into his side. You sighed defeatedly, leaning into the boy’s side as you continued walking.

“Are you going to Seonghwa’s party?” Your lips twitched, shoulders shrugging in response. “Nah. I’m not the biggest fan of parties, you know this.” He nodded slightly, leaning down to your eye-level, “Yeah, but it’s Seonghwa! His parties aren’t insane. And Hongjoong is going!” Flicking his cheek, you exhaled in disbelief, “Just because he’s going doesn’t mean I’m going, Yunho!”

Before the boy could sarcastically remark back, a figure jumped in front of you. Your head whipped straight, cheeks flushing at the bright smile a foot away from you. Hongjoong laughed, the melodic sound causing your cheeks to blush deeper, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” You awkwardly smiled, pushing Yunho’s arms off of you, ignoring his whine. You shook your head swiftly, “It’s okay, don’t worry!” Hongjoong nodded, scratching his neck. “Are you going to Seonghwa’s party?” 

“No, she’s not.” You glared at your best friend, earning a wink from the smirking boy. Hongjoong’s grin disappeared, “Oh. I was hoping to see you.” Your chest welled up with shock. “W.. Well I was maybe going?” You thought you saw a glimmer of hope in the boy’s eyes, signing it off as your imagination. Hongjoong smiled, “I’ll see you?” You nodded numbly. Watching the boy walk away, you fanned your warm face. Yunho chuckled beside you.

“You’re sad.”

“Shut up.”

Coming to this party was a mistake. Music blared in your ears as you slipped through the massive amount of dancing people. “I’m going to kill Seonghwa. The one party I’m excited about and this fucker invites the whole goddamn town!”

A finger jabbed into your side, quickly wiggling away. Swirling on your heel, you raised your cup to smack the person. Wooyoung’s grin widened, hands swinging into the air in surrender. “Calm down, it’s just me!” You hissed in annoyance, using your free hand to punch the boy’s bicep. He laughed, holding onto the area, “You’re so aggressive!” 

Rolling your eyes, you turned away from the laughing boy, “You’re lucky I love you!” Wooyoung’s face whipped into your view suddenly, your body jolting in shock. His chest was against your back as he looked at you over your shoulder. His eyes twinkled in mischief, “Not as much as you love Hongjoong.” 

“You little-”

“Y/N!” An angelic voice swept around you. Wooyoung’s eyes glanced behind you. He slithered around your form, chuckling under his breath. “I’ll leave you two love-birds alone.” He sweetly stated, the teasing tilt in his voice making you scoff. 

Hongjoong reached for the younger boy, growling softly when the other dodged. He watched as the laughing boy slipped through the crowd. “I swear he’ll be the death of me!” You giggled at the man’s exasperated sigh, patting his cheek delicately, “Ignore him.” Hongjoong’s features softened, eyes focusing on yours. You realized how close you two were. You were able to count each eyelash, able to feel his breath on your cheeks, and able to smell the faint smell of his cologne. 

“U...Uh. Hi.” You stuttered slightly, removing your fingers from his warm cheek and stepping back. Hongjoong chuckled to himself, scratching his neck. He reached for your hand, voice barely audible over the deafening music, “I’m glad you came.” As you’re processing the short distance between you two, you feel strong gazes on you. Snapping your eyes in the direction, you notice two figures at the edge of the room. 

Wooyoung and Yunho’s eyes were widened, lips upturned into cocky smirks, as they watched your interaction. You jumped when you felt warm fingers slide against your palm. Hongjoong’s eyes shone as he smiled. You hoped the lights didn’t show your flushed cheeks. “Are you okay?” You nodded at his concerned question.

“I, I have to go.” Pulling your hand away, you rushed towards the two boys that were observing. “What the hell are you doing?!” You ignored Wooyoung’s appalled shout as you approached them. “Go back. Go back!” You slammed your face into Yunho’s chest while the younger man continued shrieking in horror. Arms encased you, a large palm patting you on your head.

Trying to calm down your breathing, you glared at Wooyoung. “Shut up.” He sneered in response, “No. You have such a mind-numbing crush on the guy but every time he initiates something, you shy away!” He raised his hand, fingers tightly wrapped around the cup’s rim except one to point at the boy holding you, “Yunho, back me up here.”

The taller man sighed, leaning away to stare at you, “He’s right.” You gasped, “Traitor!” Your body stiffened as a voice interjected from behind, “Can we talk?” You groaned quietly. Wooyoung snatched onto your shoulders, twisting you around to face the ‘owner of your heart’. “Yes, you can.” He declared before pushing your form to the concerned man. Before you could speak, your wrist was grabbed onto as you were dragged away. 

“Don’t fuck it up!” You huffed out at Yunho’s scream towards your fleeting back.

You stepped onto the porch, your exposed skin being hit with the cold wind. Shivering, you followed Hongjoong to the railing. He slipped his jacket off, immediately wrapping it around your freezing body. Staring at you adjusting the jacket, he smiled. “Why do you avoid me?” He inquired, fingers pulling the fabric tight against you. 

You were shocked by his calming voice, his eyes gentle as he waited for your answer. “Uh...” He chuckled, letting his hands fix the collar to the jacket. “Is it because you’re crushing on me?” You choked on your inhale of air, cheeks turning a shade of pink from the cold and embarrassment. He laughed, “I guess that’s a yes.” Your eyes shook as you attempted to defend yourself, “Hongjoong-”

“I like you too, ya’ know? I thought I was obvious with this.”

“Wait, what?” Hongjoong grinned at your confused expression, eyes removing themselves from your gaze to continue fixing his jacket on you, “It’s hard trying to show you how much I like you when you shy away. I honestly expected you to figure out my crush on you.” 

Your lips opened to speak, but your thoughts were jumbled up from the simple confession. Hongjoong stopped his hands at your wrists, gliding his fingers between yours. “I want you to stop leaving when I make your heart race. I want you to tell me how you feel.” He brought one of your hands, bringing the fingers to his lips, “I want you comfortable enough to hold my hand.” Placing a kiss on your knuckles, he let your interlocked hands fall, “I want to be able to hold and kiss you.”

You smiled, stepping closer. “Are you asking me out?” Hongjoong lips turned into a smirk, “Is it obvious?” You giggled, slipping one of your hands out of his to rub your cheek in shock. “I don’t know, I’m pretty oblivious!” He laughed, raising his eyebrow.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

Nodding, you grinned while you let your hand leave your cold cheek. Hongjoong quietly wrapped his free hand into the jacket collar, pulling you to him. He tenderly placed his lips to yours. Cupping his face, you smiled as you felt cold palms anchoring on your waist. Your lips moved softly together, a giggle slipping out from you as he pulled you closer. 

“OH!” You swiftly pulled away, turning in the direction of the front door. Yunho gawked at the sight in front of him. Hongjoong groaned, “Yunho-” 

The taller man grinned widely, whipping back into the party. You heard him scream over the music, voice lowering with each step he took, “Wooyoung, it happened! It happened!” Hongjoong sighed to himself, snickering as you hid your face in his chest. Fingers twirled into your hair. You felt a kiss on your scalp. “Let’s go inside, it’s too cold out here.” You nodded, leaning up to peck Hongjoong’s lips. He beamed and intertwined your hands, pulling you back into the party.

Once you walked in, you were greeted with two large grins. “Finally!” Your eyes rolled at Wooyoung’s joyful statement. Leaning into Hongjoong’s side, you smiled fondly, “Shut up.”

Jesus Christ I got carried away dhsjkhd support these boys comeback!

[jumoonjae]

Gashina

YonngixReaderxMino

She was a wreck who cover it all with her prettiest smile. When she thought everything was settle when she moved away from hometown and live with her dream, she was wrong. Her past found his way to her and she was positive it was impossible for her to love again. But God has greater plan for her. 

A sheer of the prettiest shades of red emerged with orange filled the skyline that evening which framed perfectly like a painting on the art-studio’s window. 

Its almost dark outside and its her favorite view from the art room. She was alone working for her project for hours now. Then she heard a footstep and didn’t bother to look back as she already saw Jin’s reflection on the window.

“Aren’t you too early for the stargazing thing Y/N?” Jin mocked playfully while skipping a bit to her side. She shrugged ignoring her best friend mockery because he always did that. She let him wander around the art room as usual, circling her around. She then saw him at the corner of the room looking at the painting with eyebrow crooked, hands on chin as if he trying to solve something mystery in the painting.

“Are you playing find the hidden thing again oppa?” She chuckled by the sight of her elder friend stood like a philosopher trying to define the painting and about to spit some philosophy shits.

“No, I’m bored. Hungry. Tired. Etcetera. Etcetera. Can we go now? Its already 8. I need to eat Y/N. Have mercy please.” He leaned back on the wall with the back of his hand rested on his forehead, eyes  closed and another hand on his tummy. She rolled her eyes and laugh at his dramatic posture. 

“Don’t pressure yourself to much for the upcoming art exhibition. You’re going to do great Y/N.” He fixed his stance and walked to her intended to help her packing up at first but ended up eating her sneakers bar that he saw poked out from her bag pocket. She let him eat her last bar so he can stay in silent for a minute while she cleaning up her work station.

“You think?” She asked after a while and gained an eager nod right away from him which made her chuckle again. “Let me clean my stuff first.” She stand up collecting her brush to clean them up.

Jin was ranting nonsense when they were walking past the dance studio. The music was louder than usual because its after school. There was a few people inside which she recognize as Hoseok, the dance senior, Jimin, second year student and Jungkook, the freshman.

“Y/N! Jin hyung!” Hoseok who was in the middle of packing his stuff and about to turn off the large speaker waving at them in glee which Jin waved back in the same fashion.

“Where to?” Hoseok asked after locking the dance studio with both Jimin and Jungkook standing behind him lost in their own conversation. They always tag along but she never had a long talk with them, she just know a thing or two about them but they’re still in her circle of friends.

“I’m kind of hungry too. But I think I need to clean up first. I smell like I’ve made of paint.” She chuckled.

“Oh why don’t you just cook dinner for us Y/N? You’ve made a promise remember? Besides, You haven’t officially introduce your housemate to me.” Jin said.  Hoseok nodded eagerly to Jin’s word.

“You know I can’t cook Jin.” Her statement made all four boys burst into laughter. “Besides my housemate don’t really like company. Maybe next time okay.” She paused. “Next time when he wasn’t around.”

“He? Your housemate is a guy?” Hoseok half gasp. “Yea. You know him. Suga? Yoongi? Whatever his name is.” She try not to care so much about him. Its not that both of them not in a good term. Its just that he’s someone who doesn’t speak or even bother to have any eye contact with her.

“It’s the only place that I can afford right now after you know.” She shrugged a little. “Yea after you punch your roommate for being so loud. Unbelieveble.” Jin mocked which make her to smack on the back of his head real hard and he winced like a girl. 

“I need to work on my important project that week and she really need to took her friends to stay in the room till midnight and you know ‘girls’. They giggled and laugh and whispers. Its freaking annoying.” She gritted her teeth in frustration while fisting the air gaining a good laugh from the boys. 

After dinner with the boys, she decided to sketch for another idea for her slot at the upcoming exhibition at the living room balcony where the night sky and the city light are visible. The thing she really loves about the apartment. A good split of pay with Yoongi, and a nice view from the balcony. It’s on the 16th floor by the way, she couldn’t hear any unwanted noise from any vehicles during the morning and night and Yoongi always worked in his room only out to eat or drink something. 

She started to sketch anything that came up to her mind. Letting her mind take control of her hand and its almost midnight when she heard someone knocked on the main door. 

“Did he forgot the password or something.” She left the one seated couch and place her tools scrambled on top of the coffee table before hurried to the door. Without checking on the peek hole, she opened the door and her eyes met a gaze that once become the reason she left hometown for good.

“Kyungsoo?” She managed to whisper before a hard punch landed on her left cheek. It was so strong making her body stumbled down on the floor producing a loud thud. She landed on her butt and sprained her right wrist while trying to support her body. She could taste blood inside her mouth and the inside of her cheeks stings like hell.

“You still remember me princess? I’m fucking honored.” He step forward, and a kick landed on her ribcage. A small grunt escaped her lips and she couldn’t think of doing anything other than drag her body with her sprained wrist away from him. Run. Is the solution she could only think of. Just like in the past. Run.

“You still take my hit pretty well aren’t you.” He snickered moving forward toward her. “What do you want Kyungsoo.” It wasn’t a question, and it came out stronger that she intended it to be. Her voice trembled in fear, anger and hatred. She curse herself to not cry and giving him the satisfaction to see her being so weak. 

“I found you. How long do you think you could run away from me?” Yet another punch landed on her face, another kick on her body non stop. She tried her best to shield herself from his strong punches and kicks. 

“Till death do us apart. Remember?” His last word and those intimidating stare send shiver down to her spine. He pull her collar but her energy was already drained to fight back or even shield herself from his attack because she couldn’t even move her limbs. She was staring straight to his eyes before he gave another smug smirk and his last punch hit her face. The last thing she could remember is the sound of the bone inside her nose cracked and she was chocked by her own blood before passing out.

“Y/N-ah.” A plump pinkish lips smile that shaped like a heart greets her. A smile that she miss dearly. She didn’t see anything except for him. There was a room. A blinding white room. The smile never left his face. She was about to take a step towards him then suddenly everything turns black. Everything was gone.

“Y/N. Save me.” His voice whispered.

“Kyungsoo.” She muttered as her eyes shot open. She was catching her breath through her pained broken nose and she suddenly felt pain start surging all over her body. She then heard a faint sound of machine and indistinct chattering which made her head to throb painfully.

“Y/N-sshi? You awake?” A deep voice ring in her head replacing Kyungsoo’s. It was awfully familiar but she cant recall who was the voice belong to. Suddenly she felt a cold hand touches her arm caused her to flinch. Her eyes trace the pale hand that was so cold to his face. His black locks hidden inside his beanie. She never notice his detailed feature and maybe forgot how sharp his jawline was. Or how small his eyes were. She try to smile but she could feel how hard her cheek was. The skin on her face were all tight and she couldn’t talk or move the muscle on her face properly.

“Y/N-sshi?” He called again this time managed to gain her attention. “How do you feel? You want me to call the doctor?” His deep voice were soft and welcoming. Unlike the first time they met, cold and distant. She shake her head and try to sit on the bed with his help.

“How long am I out?” She asked and even blurting the short questing cause so much pain on her face. “Since midnight. I’m glad I came home last night.” A glint of guilt written all over his face. 

“What happened when you came back?” She asked again ignoring the throbbing pain on her face this time. “I came back last night and saw a guy wearing all black came out from our apartment. I thought it was your boyfriend so I just ignored it. But when I came in, I saw you laying on the floor unconscious and bleeding so bad I thought you’re dead but I saw your body still moving a bit. I carried you to my car and drive straight here..” He paused. 

“Who was he by the way? Nothing in our apartment went missing. I don’t know about yours, but everything was in place except at the front where I found you.” He asked warily trying not to barge at her personal life.

“He’s just someone from the past..” Her word trailed. Yoongi decided to just stop asking since she starting to zooned out. 

After a few words from the police and agreement with the university to keep the matter as a secret, they both went back to their shared apartment.

“I can just grab a cab you know. You’ve done enough for me.” She look for his gaze but his eyes were on the road. “Nah, don’t bother. I feel guilty for not make it in time last night. Well you know I should take care of you as a house mate.” A great silence engulf them suddenly. Its awkward and her eyes wavered to anywhere else except to him.

“I mean we should care of each other as a housemate. Sorry its awkward since we never bat an eye on eachother’s matter. But you know what I mean. Right?” His words stumbled a bit but she get it.

“Yea. I got you. But thank you anyway.” She give him a small smile which he replies back with his. She turn her head back to the streets again. It’s the first time she saw him smiling since they met. Almost three month living together they never talked except for the first day she moved in. They both busy with classes as they both are on their last year and participating as the bureau at the art exhibition, she notice him during the meeting but never had the chance to spoke each other. 

“If you need anything just knock on my door.” Yoongi scratch the back of his head as they both got into their apartment. “Or you can just call me you know. I left my phone number at the fridge if you notice.” His gestured his hand to the fridge and she just nod. Finally giving up to the pain on her face and decided to just shut up. 

She waved him good night after eating dinner together which Yoongi insisted to cook by himself after she cut the onion way too thick and spend more time wiping her tear than cutting the little onion. He’s a great cook though. They didn’t spoke during the dinner only exchanging awkward eye contact.

 As her hand reach for her doorknob and trying to speed up the process of entering her room because she couldn’t stand the awkward air surrounding the living room, her room was locked. She tried to turn the knob again but couldn’t. She heaved a long sigh before leaning her forehead on the door. 

“Yoongi.” She called. Head still leaned on her unopened door. She heard him hum to her calling. “Do you happen to have the duplicate key to my room?” she asked voice full with hope. There’s a silence and yoongi was already standing behind her trying to help what he can. But seeing her slumped shoulder and hand still on the knob he understand how a simple question could be a burden to her in this moment. 

“You can sleep in my room. I take the couch.” She immediately turn her body facing him and shake her head violently then regret it almost instantly. Her body wobbled and she leaned her body on the door while massaging her temple. She felt a hand on her shoulder and she know whats going to happen next.

“The couch’s quite comfy you know. My uncle gave it to me when I first move in. It’s a antique but.. yeah. I’ll be fine until I call the owner tomorrow ask for your key.” He know she couldn’t argue and walked her to his room.

His room is the master bedroom, so it was big and he made it almost looked like a studio. There’s a single sized bed at the small corner near the closet and the rest is his equipment which she dind’t recognize any of it, keyboard, two seated couch that might belong to the same set with the one at the balcony and the living room. He noticed her stare.

“Sorry its kinda messy. I didn’t have time to tidy this place up since the preparation with the exhibition thingy.” He nervously scratch the back of his head.

“No its great. You haven’t seen mine.” She wanted to explain more but is too tired to say more. She let out a thanked him after Yoongi took his sheet and blanket before replacing it with a clean one and left her with his clean clothes on his bed to clean up and rest.

I wrote this one way before Stargazing, but I got stuck with the plot and here it is half way done. Enjoy..

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Stranger Places (a stranger things tale) Chapter seven: L’eggo my Eggo

Description: Everything changes when Dustin finds his mother’s lifeless body, but he is quickly reminded that he still has family when his older sister comes home. Though she is not the company he wants, can he learn to live with her? Can she readjust to life in Hawkins?

Jackie was relieved when Saturday morning arrived. She had been looking forward to it after the week she had been through. And even though it was the weekend, she had woken up with the birds to get ready for the day ahead of her. First she had kick boxing, then she wanted to go food shopping and sort the house before Dustin and his friends came over (that was if they came over). Lastly, she wanted to get some studying done for an exam in physics. 

Jackie styled her hair into a french braid, threw on a pair of leggings and an old tshirt. She tied her shoes and pulled over her sweater and scarf and was out the door. When she got to the gym, Brodie was there waiting for her. He gave her a big toothy smile that had her smiling back.

“Goooood morning Jack!” He said.

“Good morning,” she returned the greeting.

They immediately gloved up and began warm-ups. As they moved around the gym, Jacqueline realised Brodie wasn’t going to go easy on her, but rather kick her ass each session they had. Every so often he would give her a breather, but he kept her adrenaline going. By 10:30 am, the gym was starting to get a bit busier, as the usual crowd of buffs and gymnists trickled in. Jackie noticed one person enter the gym imparticularly. She laughed.

“You’re kidding right?” She asked Billy Hargrove, who strut his way over to her. 

“Hey princess. Whatcha doing here?”

She steadied the heavy bag she had been punching and kicking. “I should be asking you that. Are you stalking me?”

He let out a chuckle as she ripped the velcro from her gloves apart with her teeth. “I was just in the neighborhood, and saw you through the window, for your information.”

“Nice save,” she scoffed. Billy grew irritated and nervous. Girls weren’t usually a difficult task for him to obtain, but Jacqueline wasn’t falling for any of his lines or gimics. 

“I just wanted to say hi,” He told her with his best smile. She sighed, “Well, Hello, uh-”

“Billy,” he told her. “Billy Hargrove.”

She smirked. “Right.”

“What are you doing later?”

She laughed. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

He chuckled as well, “Well, I just wanted to ask you before someone else does. I dont think you should waste your time on those boys at school.”

“I’m not wasting my time with those boys at school,” she corrected him. “I’m wasting it on you.”

Billy tried his hardest not to show just how impatient he was growing with her, but she was really starting to wear him down. Little did he know, she felt the same with him.

He leaned on the wall next to her. “Come on, Jackie-”

“Jacqueline,” she corrected him again.

“I’m sorry,” he told her. “Jacqueline. Valentine’s day is just around the corner, and I don’t have anyone to give flowers to.”

“I heard Tina’s single,” she offered. Billy laughed. “But I’m asking you.”

She sighed. It was clear she wasn’t going to shake him off that easily. “Fine, if I agree to one date with you, will you stop following me around town?”

He smiled and held up three fingers. “Scouts honor,” he pledged but something told her that Billy was never a cub or a boyscout. 

She chuckled. “Whatever, I’ll see you at school, Hargrove.”

And with a wink, Billy headed towards the exit. Corey came up from behind Jackie, leaning his arm on her shoulder. “Who was that?” he asked her.

“Billy Hargrove,” she answered with just a pinch of annoyance in her tone.

“Huh,” he said as they watched billy disappear out of eyesight. 

“Nice ass,” he added. Jackie laughed, smacking Corey in the chest.

“Come ON,” Lucas asked exasperated. “Dustin!”

“I’m not going if we go there!” Dustin told the group.

“Why?” Lucas whined.

“Because,” Dustin began.

“Because you’re annoyed with your sister! News flash! That’s her job!”

“Yeah, but you guys invited her to play!”

“Because she’s an awesome dungeon master!” Mike replied.

“Wait,” Max said, sitting on the kitchen counter in the Harrington house. “Dustin has a sister?”

“Yes,” Mike answered. “And she’s a better dungeon master than me!”

“She sucks,” Dustin mumbled.

“No she doesn’t! Stop saying that!” Lucas scolded Dustin.

“What’s dungeon master?” Jane asked. She was excited to get out but confused as of what they were doing.

“Its a part of this nerd game we’re going to play,” Max explained.

Just then, there was a knock at the front door. Steve answered it to let Will and Jonathan in. “Hey guys, are you ready?” Will asked.

“Dustin doesn’t want to play at his house because Jackie’s there.”

“What? No! Why?” Will said disappointed. “I thought she was going to be dungeon master.”

“You guys decided that. She never agreed and I never asked her to,” Dustin told the group.

The group was growing impatient. They hated when Dustin got this stubborn. There was no convincing him. 

“How long have they been arguing?” Jonathan asked Steve.

“About an hour and a half,” he answered.

“Jesus,” Jonathan said under his breath. “Dustin, we gotta go now if I’m gonna drive you guys.”

“And I can’t take you,” Steve added.

“Well get comfortable,” Dustin said crossing his arms.

“Are we not going?” Jane asked.

“Yes,” Dustin answered.

“DUSTIN!” the group said in unison, followed by a bunch more come on’s and are you kidding me’s.

“Dustin just go!” Steve told him. “You promised me you’d see her this week, so just go see her. You can grab more of your shit if you want to.”

“Fine!” Dustin said aggravated and defeated. “Fine.”

Will gave him a pat on the back.

“Thank you,” Lucas said, throwing up his hands and looking towards the ceiling.

“Okay,” Jonathan began. “Can we all get in the car now?”

The party moved from their seats and headed towards the front door. Dustin felt a hand on his shoulders. “Hey tard, be nice to your sister,” Steve told him.

“Jesus Christ, Steve,” Dustin said with disgust. “Can you stop acting like a mom for a second and go back to being an ass? Oh my god!”

 Jacqueline scurried to get the rest of the snacks together. She felt flustered and under pressure and didn’t know why. It was just Dustin and his friends. Why was she stressing? She emptied out the cheese balls into a bowl, setting it on the table she had set up in the garage, along with a box of oreos and high-c juice boxes. She was here to impress. Jackie so badly wanted her little brother move back in that she turned the garage into the d&d lair from when they were younger; complete with candles, the old purple velvet table cloth she had made, and their old twelve sided die she found mixed in with a bunch of old keys. Jacqueline heard a car out side stop. She jumped, giving the garage one good look through before going to the entry way of the house. She heard the lock on the door turn and remembered Dustin still had his key. The kids came pouring into the house. They were in some sort of discussion about something, but Jackie didn’t question it. She noticed Jonathan standing in the door way.

“Hey,” he told her, shoving his hand in his pocket and scratching the back of his head. 

“Hey,” she said, touseling her hair and crossing her arms. 

“Can we talk?”

Jacqueline looked behind her at the kids who were still debating and closed the door behind her. She gave him a weary look, nervous of what he wanted to talk about. But she had a pretty good feeling she knew what.

“Listen Jackie,” he began. “I really am sorry about the other night. I know moving back must not be easy, and I was badgering you about where you had been. And when you went to hold my hand-”

“It’s okay Jonathan,” she cut him off. “Really,” she smiled at him.

Jonathan frowned. “No it’s not. I’m your friend and I’m supposed to comfort you when you’re sad. And I did the opposite. And it’s killing me that I hurt your feelings.”

Jacqueline put her arms around him; he did the same. “Same old Jonathan,” Jackie said with a smile. “You’re mind’s always getting the best of you.”

She gave him a soft pat on the back. “I promise you, its okay.”

He nodded pulling away from the embrace.

“You should come and play,” She told him. “Help remind them who taught them what they know.” Jonathan let out a chuckle. “I can’t. Nancy and I have plans.”

Her smile softened, but she was careful not to let it disappear completely. She gave his arm a soft punch. “We’ll get you next time then,” Jackie replied.

“Yeah,” Jonathan nodded, and headed to his car. He turned around, finding Jacqueline smiling back at him, waving. He returned it and hopped in the drivers seat.

Jackie opened the door to find the kids gone. They must have made their way to the lair.

“You like him, don’t you?” At least most of them did. Jackie looked over to find a little red head lounging on a couch, flipping through a magazine. 

“It’s not nice to spy,” Jackie told her. 

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m Max, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Max. Jackie”

“You do like him, though. Don’t you?” 

Jackie rolled her eyes and sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to you,” she said, hopping up from the couch and heading towards the garage. Jackie hated it when other people were right, especially those younger than her. Then she heard the fridge door open, followed by some shuffling. She laughed. “The snacks I put out weren’t enough?” She asked entering the kitchen, to find another girl, poking her head out from behind the freezer door. The two stared at eachother for a moment, studying every detail of eachother’s faces. It was as if they knew one another.

“Do you have eggos?” The young girl asked.

Jackie smiled. “I’ve got something better.”

Surprise! This week, two chapters of stranger places will be posted. Since this one is a little short and leaves on a rather weird note, I figured I’d be nice and not make you all wait a week to see what happens next. I may do this again in the future. Let me know if you like have two chapters a week or if it’s easier to keep up with one a week. Whatever floats your boats, dudes. Like always, remember to like the chapter if you like and feel free to tell me what you think. If you want to chit chat, I’m down with that too :)

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I’m sorry I scared you...

Hello! I’ve never written anything before so I hope it’s okay. I’m hoping to make a bunch of mini fics like this over the course of the month to practice my writing. I’m super open to comments and critiques! 

@ltleflrt this is dedicated to you for being awesome and my favourit writer

Dean was stealthy. He was quick and sly and the best at hide and seek. He was practically Han Solo.

The yard was bright in the late morning sun. Sunlight gleamed off the shiny metal slide and the water station was spraying mist onto some of his classmates, casting rainbows through the air. Cars from the nearby road combined with the shrieks and yells of little kids playing outside in a familiar backdrop of noise that Dean was used to. No matter where he lived or where he went to daycare or preschool, it was always the same.

Dean crouched behind the largest tree in the sand pit, giggling at his genius. Most of the kids liked to hide behind the dumpsters or in the garden that lined the school’s wall, but the seeker, this time it was his best friend Charlie, knew to always looked there first. The sand pit was the farthest from the school you could get within the chain link fence. Dean had to run as fast as he could to get all the way out here before Charlie stopped counting.

He panted between his giggles, placing his hands on the rough bark and peaking around the trunk.

Large blue eyes blinked back at him.

With a yelp, Dean stumbled backwards, startled at the sudden appearance of another person right in front of his nose. He landed on his but and winced in pain before looking back to the boy. Seems his reaction also startled the other kid, and he scrambled back before crawling to his feet.

“I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to.”

The boy was chewing on his thumb nail, eyes darting from the ground to Dean’s eyes and back.

“It’s fine.” Dean decided it wasn’t really a big deal and stood up, brushing the sand from his pants. He looked around at the other kids running around the enclosed field, the friends he was playing hide and seek with were nowhere to be found. Puffing out his chest, he added, “I wasn’t really scared anyway.”

“Oh, well that’s good.” the boy kicked the ground softly with his sneaker clad toes, hands clasped behind his back, and didn’t say anything else.

Dean got the feeling he didn’t really say much. He was new, and he sat at the table across from his in Mrs. Harvelle’s class so he hadn’t had the chance to say hello. All Dean really knew was that his cupcake-cup butterfly was one of the best he had seen this morning at craft time, covered with green glitter and blue polkadots. It had been pinned up in the place of honour on the red corkboard meant for the art of the day. It was his first day, and Jo had agreed she would give up her place today so the new kid would feel like he was welcomed to the class. “What’s your name?”

The boy took his thumb out of his mouth and replied, “Castiel.”

Dean had never heard a name like that before. Before he could respond, Charlie came running over, stopping in front of the two boys, her long red hair a frazzled mess in the hot summer heat. She looked very annoyed, a frown pulling her eyebrows together.

“You’re supposed to he hiding, Dean,” she huffed.

Dean laughed and pointed to Castiel. “I was, but I met a new friend and he gave away my hiding place.” There was no malice in his tone, just good-hearted honesty.

Charlie lightly punched him in the arm, their mutual greeting for eachother (Mrs. Harvelle did not like it so now they had to do it in secret), before turning her eyes to Castiel. A wide smile brightened her face. “Hey, you’re the new kid, right?”

Castiel nodded his head, looking small and a little frightened of Charlie’s enthusiastic question.

“Great! Did you want to play hide and seek with us?”

Castiel’s eyes widened as they darted between the redhead and Dean. Charlie looked to Dean for encouragement at the sight of Castiel’s unsure face.

“Yeah, Cas- , Casti- ,” Dean stumbled over his new classmates name before settling for a simple nickname, “Cas. You can hide with me if you want to!” He flashed Cas a grin that showed off his missing front tooth, hoping that his new friend would say yes.

“Okay.” The word was soft but both Charlie and Dean heard it, whooping and high-fiving each other before holding their hands out to Cas. With a small smile, he high-fived each of his classmates.

“Awesome.” Dean grabbed Cas’ hand, dirty fingers entwining, and tugged to get his attention. “C’mon, we can go play on the structure until the next round starts!” Charlie left to go find the remaining hiders.

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There was an awe from the crowd.

“Yeah, yeah,” a now fully grown, 28 year old Dean looked out at the audience, “it’s an adorable story, I know. Not as adorable as my new husband, mind you.” There was a chuckle that rippled through friends and family, echoed on Dean’s lips. He looked back over his shoulder at where Cas was sitting, a dopy, blissful smile pulling at his lips, only a small part of which was from the wine he had consumed. Charlie, Cas’ maid of honour, leaned over to whisper something in his ear, making Cas slide her a sly smile. Dean shook his head at them.

Turning back around, Dean made eye contact with Sam, who was most definitely holding back tears (Dean was so going to hold that over his head later), and then Bobby and Ellen. “There are so many people that have pushed me to keep going, to go get what I want instead of what I thought I was supposed to have, and me and Cas thank you.” A murmur swept through the crowd. “I wouldn’t have this devilishly handsome man,” he jerked his thumb over his shoulder, trying to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks, “without all of ya.” Okay, this was getting much more emotional than he had planned.

“So-” he paused, “thanks, and all that.”

Eloquent as ever.

“Boo.”

The word was spoken directly into his ear, and Dean would forever deny the cry that escaped his lips as he whipped his head around, coming face to face with some incredibly devious blue eyes. He stumbled, tripping over the cords of the microphone, only to land in Castiel’s sturdy arms.

The crowd was laughing, the joyous sound filling the beautifully decorated, rustic cabin that the dinner and party was being held at. Dean’s surprise was replaced by utmost joy, for what felt like the millionth time that day, as he pressed his face into his husbands neatly pressed tux to hide his smile and rosy cheeks.

“Asshole,” Dean beamed up at his husband, smacking him playfully on the chest and pulling him down into a kiss that was mostly teeth as they both grinned.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” Cas whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Dean’s temple, “I didn’t mean to.”