#y’all remember when he brushed off a rock for hiccup to sit on while he problem solved?

[seaglassdinosaur]

I love Thuggory he exists to be cool and hype up Hiccup, everyone goes ‘wow, Thuggory, he’s everything a Viking’s son should be, he’s strong, charismatic, and leaderly’ and he immediately turns around and says ‘OKAY EVERYONE, WE’RE LISTENING TO HICCUP NOW.’

[bokubonk]

i think i’m in love

content: fluff, coffee shop au

characters: sugawara x reader

date: 2/9/21

word count: 1.5k+

notes: this was inspired by “action!’ by DPRLive. It’s an amazing song so you guys should definitely give it a listen if you haven’t already. Also I’m not really satisfied with the way this turned out but I put way too much effort in to just not post it so I hope y’all like it even if it does suck. 

He didn’t know how many days it had been. All he knew was the smell of coffee, the scent of your perfume that lingered every time you passed by, the colorful nail polish that never seemed to chip even though you spent hours tapping away on the keyboard of your laptop. All he knew was that he was in love and the one who irrevocably stole his heart was you. 

You can’t really remember when the first time you came to the coffee shop was. It all happened in a blur of rainy days and the countless nights you spent awake studying for your finals and soon, you couldn’t imagine not stopping by and visiting what was now your favorite place to spend your free time. 

It was a little shop, located in a corner that not many people knew about. Mostly, those who came wanted to keep the shop a secret, it was a sort of escape from the real world for those who visited. Anyone who stumbled upon the coffee shop inevitably fell in love with not only the coffee and the pastries, but also the owners: a married couple that had been together for over 20 years and were still as in love as they were when they first got together. 

You always came to the shop to get coffee before going off to school and you would visit whenever you had free time, always wanting to be on top of your assignments. Anyone who saw you knew that you were more interested in getting your daily dose of coffee and focusing on your education than anything else, that’s why no one ever bothered you. 

Although, you would still occasionally get a few numbers here and there, no one ever stuck out to you and their offers always ended up in the trash can. You didn’t want to waste your time on a relationship that would only end up going downhill when they realized you would never have enough time for them. 

That is, until he came. 

It was a pretty windy day and you settled into your usual seat next to the door despite the cold breeze that would hit you every time the door opened. Unsurprisingly, the cold weather brought in more customers and the door opened every few minutes, the sound of soft chatter filling the coffee shop. 

By the sixth time the door opened yet another shiver wracked your body and you had had enough. You were began packing up your things to leave. It seemed as though this was going to be one of your worst days of the year. It was bad enough that your hair refused to listen to you and you had to resort to tying it into a ponytail in hopes of masking the huge knot that had accumulated overnight. You also forgot your umbrella since you woke up late and had to rush out of the house. Even though there was only a light drizzle, your clothes were still soaked and the constant wind coming your way wasn’t helping. 

You hoped your usual cup of coffee would help but at this point you were too uncomfortable to enjoy it and it didn’t seem as though your mood would lift anytime soon. 

The door opened for the seventh time, the jingle of the bell alerting everyone of a new customer walking through the door. You scowled, your frozen fingers gripping your assignment as you struggled to shove them into your bag. 

You heard a laugh and you froze. Your gaze flickered in the direction where it came from and your eyes widened. 

Grey hair, hazel eyes, flushed cheeks, and a mole under his eye.

Beautiful.

His soft voice could be heard talking to his other companions: a tall, blond with glasses, a short, orange-haired boy, a scowling boy who’s eyes reminded you of blueberries, and a freckled boy who was laughing at something the blond had said. 

You moved your gaze away, not knowing that his eyes were now on you. A part of you regretted having packed up your belongings but now it was too late to sit back down and you had no other choice but to leave, taking small sips of your last bit of coffee and bidding the owners of the shop good-bye. 

It would be another week before you saw him again, and time seemed to hiccup once more. You wondered why you were so captivated by him and you found your attention lingering on his voice and the soft smiles that accompanied his small conversations he had with his friends. 

As the weeks flew by, you began learning more about him through the loud chatter of his companions. He played volleyball. He was a third-year at Karasuno. And his name was Sugawara.

But there were also things you noticed about him that no one had to tell you like the little furrow in his brows when he concentrated or how he always seemed to forget that the coffee was hot, burning himself every time he took his first sip. In between sips of your coffee, your gaze always wound up on him, but you never expected that his eyes would lock on yours and he would send a smile your way. 

A blush painted your cheeks and he would sigh, a chuckle slipping past his lips as his friends teased him, not missing the way he would stare at you while you worked. But surprisingly, you never heard them, even though they were quite loud. 

The wordless glances and small smiles exchanged for quite a while but the distance between the two of you never seemed to shorten. And you never bothered making a move, not quite ready for rejection and still apprehensive about starting a relationship with all the other priorities you had on your plate. 

Yet, a small part of you hoped for more. 

It wasn’t until one rainy day that your relationship finally seemed to shift. You were unlucky enough to have forgotten to check the forecast and didn’t realize it was supposed to rain until it was too late. 

You gazed out at the rain pattering against the window. The steady thrum was soothing but it only reminded you of how you would have to walk home and risk getting sick. You had finished your coffee a while ago and now you were only waiting for the rain to ease before leaving. 

The coffee shop had mostly cleared out because of how late it was and there were only a few others lingering but the one person you noticed was him.

Sugawara. 

These days, you saw him coming with his friends less and less and nowadays he would spend his time at the coffee shop like you, alone and on his laptop, typing away at one of his many assignments. You noticed that on the days that he came, he always stayed late. Never once had you seen him leave before you but you didn’t pay the fact much attention, assuming that he had a lot of homework to catch up on. 

You zipped up your jacket, waving good-bye to the owners and you felt the words clinging to your lips as you stared in his direction but you decided against it. You had never talked to him before so it would be strange to start now. 

A sigh escaped your lips instead as you pushed open the doors, shivering at how cold it was outside. You reached out a hand to catch the rain, feeling the droplets slide past your fingertips. 

You rocked back and forth on your heels, standing on the steps of the shop, unsure of what you were waiting for but when the bells on the door rang from behind you, you were glad you had stayed. 

Sugawara stood in front of you, a smile on his lips and a scarf wrapped around his neck. 

“Hey, y/n, right?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Are you heading home, too? It’s getting kind of late.”

“Yeah,” he said, before bringing his hands out from behind his back and shoving an umbrella in your direction, his cheeks flushing. “I was waiting for you to go home, actually. I noticed you didn’t have an umbrella and I didn’t want you to get caught in the rain.”

You reached out to grab the black umbrella from him, his hands brushing against yours. 

“Thank you,” you murmured, watching as he beamed, the wind lightly brushing through his gray locks. 

“It’s no problem,” he glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening once he saw the time, “Wow, it is pretty late. I should get going, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You didn’t usually go to the coffee shop on Sunday’s because you always tried to finish your work the day before. It was sort of your routine and it was one you liked to stick to but the thought of seeing him again tilted your world on its axis and for once it seemed like changing your routine wasn’t that bad of an idea. 

After all, it wasn’t everyday that you would get to talk to the boy you admired so much. “Yeah, tomorrow sounds great.”

You waved at him and watched as he ran home, using his bag to shield himself from the rain. Your fingers tightened around the handle of the umbrella, warmth spreading across your cheeks as you made a mental note to return it to him.

i think I’m in love.

[hannitizer]

To Have a Home part 26

A/N: Hey Y’all! Here’s part 26 to my story. My semester of college is quickly coming to an end, so I’m finding myself with less and less time to write. I’ll try and get something posted next week, but I can’t promise anything. After next week, however, I should be able to dedicate more time to this. However, in the meantime, enjoy! Thank you so much for reading each week; it truly does mean a lot!

Summary: After Draco is found guilty of an attempted murder, he is  sentenced to the Lupin’s house with hopes he’ll finally understand what  it means to have a family. Only problem? Draco doesn’t want it.  

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It took almost three hours for Madame Pomfrey to leave the room, her little medical bag thrown over her shoulder. She shot Draco a sad smile before making her way to the fire. 

“Madame Pomfrey!” Draco called after her. She turned around, the smile still plastered on her face. “Is she going to be okay?” 

“Yes, Draco. She’s just going to need some rest is all. I’ll come check up on her, I promise, but I need to get back to Hogwarts now.” She threw some floo powder onto the fire and took off. 

Draco waited all of three seconds before barging into the room. Remus sat on the bed next to Abigail, lightly brushing the hair out of her face. Sirius sat in a chair a little ways off, watching as Isla changed the damp washcloth on her neck. Draco cleared his throat, catching the attention of Remus. He beckoned him over to where he sat, scooting slightly to the side to make room for him. 

“She’s going to be fine. The baby too.” He said, using his free hand to rub small circles into Draco’s back. 

Draco let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, tears coming to his eyes. He buried his face into Remus’s shirt. 

“I was so worried she wasn’t going… And she’s pregnant… And I lo--she’s the closest thing I have to my mother. I can’t lose her.” 

“I know, Draco. It’ll be okay. She’s safe now; we’re safe now.” 

Draco thought about it for a moment, letting that reality sink in for a moment, but soon enough doubt started to trickle in. 

“But what if we’re not?” 

Confusion crossed Remus’s face. “Draco, what do you mean?” 

“I mean, what if we’re not safe? What if this happens again? What if… Oh my god, this is all my fault.”

“No, Draco. That’s not it.” Remus looked up to Isla and Sirius; giving them the look that meant, “Let me take care of this.” They both nodded, slowly leaving the room, shutting the door behind them. 

Draco could feel the panic pulling at his chest. Oh my god, he was a problem. He had almost gotten his mo--Abigail killed, and now here she was; fighting for her and her child’s life. And it was his fault. 

He didn’t hear Remus right away. It took a moment to pull him out of his panic. Finally, he snapped out of it, but his breathing was still coming in unstably. Remus accioed the wolf over from where it lay discarded by the door. He put it into Draco hands, pushing his head into it. The warm smell of lavender and flowers filled his nose, but there was something else there too. Something sweet that he just couldn’t put his finger on. 

“That’s right, breathe in and out. Deep breaths, Draco.” 

The top of the wolf’s head was wet with his tears, but Draco couldn’t stop himself. The itch that told him he was worthless and pathetic was back. Even with Remus whispering sweet, comforting thoughts into his ear, he just couldn’t shake it off. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He didn’t want to be anywhere. 

He missed home so much. He missed his parents, but each day, he was finding it harder and harder to not see Abigail and Remus as his parents. To want to belong here. That this was his new family; his new parents. 

But that scared him too. Soon, would he just forget them? Would they forget about him? He really was a failure, wasn’t he? 

He snapped back to Remus shaking him slightly. He realized he was rocking, and the tears hadn’t stopped yet. He couldn’t control his body; it was almost like he had forgotten how to. 

“Draco, what’s one thing you can feel? Here, I’ll go first. I can feel fuzzy sweater your wearing. Can you think of something?”

“I… I can’t do this!” Draco hiccuped.

“Yes you can. I believe in you. What do you feel?”

Draco didn’t say anything for a moment, but then, very quietly, he said, “I--I can feel the s--soft fur on my wolf.” 

Remus smiled. “There you go. What can you smell? I smell an herbal tea.” 

Draco sniffed his wolf’s fur. “I smell vanilla… and fresh flowers.” 

“How about taste? I can still taste the cake we ate this morning.”

“I taste… Salt?”

“Salt? Strange, but if that’s what you taste. How about hearing? I can hear Abigail breathing next to us.” 

Draco was calming down now. The anxious whirlwind he was stuck in was slowly going away, though he could still feel its effects creeping close by. “I can hear Isla and Sirius walking around outside.”

“Good. Now, what can you see?”

Draco looked over his shoulder. “I see Abigail. I see that she’s sleeping and that she’s okay.” 

“I see my son sitting here with me. I see that he’s struggling, and that’s okay. We all struggle sometimes, especially when bad things happen.” 

“Remus…”

“Hold on, let me finish.  I see how much I love him and how glad I am that he’s here with us..” He paused, waiting to see if Draco would respond. When he didn’t Remus continued. 

“Hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to call us mom and dad.” 

“How do--”

“I heard you almost call Abigail “mom” when you were talking to Sirius.” 

Suddenly, Draco’s hands were incredibly fascinating. He didn’t want to look at Remus anymore, as the tears that had finally stopped had started to reform. 

“I’m scared I’m going to forget them, and that I’m not going to remember who they are when I can see them again. What if they don’t like me because I lived with you? What if they resent me? What if…”

“Hey,” Remus pulled at one of Draco’s shoulders, “Your parents aren’t going to forget you, Draco. They love you, you know they do. They’ll love you no matter what you do.”

Draco’s hands reached for his head, fearful and confused. “But…”

“Abigail and I don’t want to replace your parents, Draco. We just want to show you what a loving family looks like. One where you don’t have to be in constant fear everyday.”

Remus grabbed Draco’s hands, covering them with his own. “We love you, Draco. You know that. I know I’ve told you this already, but you can take your time. We don’t need you to call us mom and dad if you don’t want to.”

But that’s what they were to Draco… But they weren’t too. His real mom and dad were far away, and the threat of never seeing them again still hung heavy. No matter how much Draco told himself he would stay strong, he couldn’t help but start to like the Lupins. They were nice to him. They never did anything mean to him. They never stood back while the Dark Lord…

All of it confused Draco more than it helped him. He massaged his temples, trying to physically remove the pain he felt, but he just couldn’t. He looked back at the smiling Remus, the tears that framed his eyes too, and he just couldn’t help it.

He threw his arms around him, the tears already coming.

“I’m sorry…”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Draco.”

“I’m just so tired of being confused.”

“That’s okay, Draco.” 

“I want to go home.” 

“But you are home.” Remus’s word struck a familiar chord of pain and assuredness.

“I know, but…” He missed everything else. But he didn’t. He just wanted…

Remus rubbed small circles into Draco’s back, hushing the soft whimpers he heard. He couldn’t imagine the distress Draco was feeling; what was going on in his head. He wouldn’t want to be ripped away from his family either, but he knew deep down it was the best thing for him. That in the end, Draco would have a better life because of it. He just needed more time and more patience. 

Switching the subject carefully, he picked up Draco’s wolf, sniffing the top of it’s head.

“Have you given your friend a name yet?”

Draco grabbed it from the man, examining it carefully. “No… But she’s going to want it back for the baby. It’s theirs anyways.” He tried to lay it down next to Abigail, but Remus stopped him.

“No Draco, it’s yours. You deserve it. We’ll get a different one for your sibling.”

Draco ran his fingers through the wolf’s soft fur, giving it a tight squeeze. He felt stupid for attaching himself to this thing, but it made him feel safe. 

“...Thank you.”

Remus smiled. “No need to thank us.” 

Isla opened the door slightly, a tray filled with tea in her hands.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I brought something for you guys to drink.” Sirius peaked his head in slowly after her, smiling awkwardly. 

“That’s okay. I think we’re all good now, right?” 

Draco nodded, a small smile coming to his face.

[spn-ficfanatic]

F*ck Cancer- Ch 2: The Rest Period

SERIES MASTERLIST - CHAPTER ONE - CHAPTER THREE

Summary: You’re on a chemo-break for a month… what will you and the boys get up to before you start your next cycle?

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Humour… the whole kit and caboodle

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Platonic!Reader* *For my Dean ladies: it may not be romantic between him and the reader, but it’s a very close brotherly/sisterly relationship and I still think y’all will really enjoy it :)

Words: 2900

Warnings: Cancer/chemo talk, swearing

A/N: I was gonna wait a little longer to post this but I’m having a pretty shit day and need to make someone happy. Hopefully I succeed with this xx I rushed with updating the tag list a little, I hope I didn’t miss anyone!

WEEK 1

Sam was knocking on the bathroom door between heaves, your head in the toilet bowl after your last treatment of chemo. Thankfully you were now in the “rest” period, and wouldn’t be back at the hospital for a few weeks.

“Y/N, please just let me in? I can help,” he begged.

“No,” you croaked out. “I look disgusting, I smell disgusting... it’s basically a war zone in here.”

“You’ve seen Dean after a heavy night of drinking Y/N, I can handle anything you throw my way I promise,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

You looked at the door, tears streaming silently down your face but a small smile despite yourself. “No pun intended?” you asked. You heard Sam chuckle from behind the door as you continued. “I mean, I’ll try not to “throw” anything your way but I won’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“Open up Y/N,” he told you, a bit calmer this time. You sighed and shuffled across the floor on your bottom to the door, unlocking it with a quick flick. He opened it gently, so as not to hit you in the process, and knelt down to look you over.

“How you feeling now?” he asked, brushing your hair behind your ears.

You shrugged. “I just threw my guts up so yer… all in all, you won’t be kissing me any time soon,” you pouted, jutting out your bottom lip for effect.

He smiled and leaned in, pecking you on the lips gently. As he pulled away you looked at him surprised and he chuckled.

“You could smell like a zoo and I’d still kiss you Y/N.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” you told him, getting ready to stand. He held out his hands, not lifting you but giving you the chance to do it yourself for which you were grateful. You gave him a nod and slipped your arms around his waist, giving him a hug.

“Thanks for being here Sam. Unlike your traitorous brother,” you joked.

“Screw him for making money to feed us hey?” Sam replied, slipping an arm around your waist and guiding you to your bedroom, which was now downstairs next to the study.

“Well, feed you. Can’t say I’ve had the appetite lately,” you complained. You missed your favourites: tacos, stir fry, icecream... Nothing quite tasted the same at the moment, and even when you felt like you could eat you really didn’t want to.

“You’ll get there, you’re on your rest period now so I bet all that will come back in the next day or two,” he tried to reason as he followed your slow pace.

You reached your bed and sat down with a huff, completely worn out. You picked at your sleeve nervously, and Sam noticed.

“What is it?” he asked, and you looked at him confused. “You um, you only do that when your worried about saying something.”

Your eyes widened and up pulled your hand away. “You’ve noticed that?”

He laughed and sat down next to you. “Yer, amongst other things. So what’s up?”

“Will you, err,” you trailed off, hesitant to ask. “Could you, could you lay with me for a while? Until I fall asleep?”

He looked surprised but happy, and didn’t even answer before taking off his shoes and gesturing for you to lay down. You rested your head on the pillow as Sam took your shoes off as well, and the mattress dipped as he lay behind you, spooning you gently.

“You know I’d do anything for you, right?” he asked you softly, brushing a hand through your hair. You nodded, and despite yourself felt a few tears fall down your cheeks. You managed not to clue Sam in, and as he continued to stroke your hair you quickly fell asleep under his watchful gaze.

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WEEK 2

Dean watched with an amused grin as you scarfed down your sundae. You could feel his gaze on you, and eventually you lifted your head and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Want some?” you asked, licking your lips to savour every last drop of ice cream. It was your first bowl since you’d started the chemo, and after a week without it your tastebuds were finally returning to normal; you’d never tasted anything so heavenly before in your life.

Dean looked on with mock disgust. “God no, you've practically drooled into the bowl.”

“Pfft, more for me then,” you shrugged, enjoying another spoonful.

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WEEK 3

Some days it was easy to forget you had a rock in your brain. Today wasn’t one of those days though, and as you sat behind the wheel of your car it hit you… you had no idea where you were. With shaky hands you pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned off the engine. Sitting for a moment, you looked around. Nothing seemed familiar, and you began to wonder if you took a wrong turn somewhere. Reaching over for your purse, you rummaged around and breathed a sigh of relief when you found your phone. It took some effort to hit the correct buttons, you had to try more than once through the shaking, but eventually you were dialling Sam. He picked up nearly instantly.

“Hey Y/N, everything ok?” he asked, concern already evident in his voice. You could remember that he hadn’t wanted you to go out on your own, but you’d practically insisted by promising to smother him in his sleep if he didn’t let you have a few moments by yourself. Lord knew you were kicking yourself now. You swallowed the rising lump in your throat as you tried to speak without crying.

“Sam I-I don’t, I don’t know where I am,” you got out before the tears betrayed you and started flowing despite your best efforts. “What was I doing again?”

“It’s ok Y/N, take a deep breath,” he told you, trying to sound calm himself. He was moving on the other end of the phone you could tell, and you prayed he was coming to find you. “Can you look around and tell me what you see?”

You took a deep shaky breath and tried to find a landmark. “There’s some street signs,” you told him, sniffling.

“That’s good hun, really good. Can you tell me what they say?”

A sob escaped and your held your hand over your mouth as you shut your eyes tightly. “I-I’m scared, I’m scared Sam,” you told him through hiccupped breaths.

“You don’t need to be scared, I’m right here with you I promise,” he soothed. “Tell me what you see and I’ll find you, I’ll come and get you ok? I’ve already got the car keys in my hand, just take a second to catch your breath and then tell me what the sign says.”

You nodded, allowing yourself a moment to calm down. Once you felt you could speak again you looked up and read the sign out.

“Did you say Carver St?” he repeated, the tone of his voice feeling strange to you.

“Yer, I’m parked next to a bench and uh,” you leaned over to take a closer look. “Bus stop 35. Does that help?”

There was a pause on the other end, and you heard the front door open and close behind him.

“Sam, are you there?” you raised your voice, your heart rate increasing.

“Sorry Y/N I’m right here, I’ll see you in just a moment, I’ll stay on the line,” he promised, his voice still holding a tone you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m so sorry Sam, I’m such an idiot,” you sobbed, the tears falling once more. You were never like this normally and you couldn’t understand where the emotions were coming from, but right now it felt like you’d never stop. “I never should have left the house, this stupid fucking tumour is ruining my life.”

A knock on your car window pulled you back from your self-loathing and you screamed in fright, dropping your phone. Turning, you were shocked to find Sam standing on the other side of the glass.

“Sam?” you whispered, staring at him wide eyed. He pulled the door open and before he could offer you a hand out of your seat you leapt out and wrapped your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. He knelt down so you were sitting on the driver’s seat, and stroked your hair while he waited for you to calm down.

“It’s ok, I have you, I’ve got you,” he muttered, holding you tighter.

“How did you get here so quickly?” you pulled your head back to look at him, your voice shaking. He frowned when he looked at you, and gently wiped the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. Clearing his throat, he looked to your right and pointing to a house three doors down.

“The one with the red roof,” he told you. “Do you recognise it?”

You looked at it, squinting your eyes against the harsh sun, and shook your head slightly. “I-I don’t think...”

Sam sighed and ran a hand over his face with a groan, and you stared at him with worry.

“Sam? Are you angry with me?” you asked timidly, and his face fell.

“No, of course not, I’m sorry Y/N. It’s just… Y/N, that’s your house.”

You blinked after a beat, taking a moment to process that. “No, that’s not…”

Sam reached over and took the keys out of your ignition, pulling you back and closing the car door behind you. Wrapping an arm around your waist he pulled you gently forward  and toward the front door. Your feet hit the pavement in front of your lawn and you did a double take; it felt like a glitch in your brain as it suddenly caught up with you. You gasped, and Sam looked down to study your face.

“Y/N?”

“I’m so sorry Sam,” you whispered. “I, um, I remember now.”

He walked with you silently inside, not letting go of you until you were safely on the couch as he kneeled in front of you. He ran a hand over your hair and you closed your eyes with a sigh, leaning into it as he left it cradling your cheek.

“Are you ok now?” he pressed, looking for any sign you were lying but you nodded honestly. “Should I call the doctor?”

You shook your head. “They told me this might happen, you know, as things progressed.”

Sam frowned and let his hand fall, and you quickly grabbed it and held it tightly. “Thank you for rescuing me,” you told him. “Even if I was three doors away. You helped ground me, I would have been lost without you.”

He kept his eyes downcast and nodded, clearing his throat before standing abruptly.

“I’ll make you a tea, stay here and rest,” he told you in a husky voice, and before you could say anything further he walked away, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

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WEEK 4

Since the incident the week before, neither Sam nor Dean had left you alone. And while that might have annoyed the crap out of you only 2 weeks ago, now it left you in a constant state of reassurance. You’d not had any further episodes of jamais vu thankfully, and despite your protests Sam’s call to your doctor had reassured him to some degree that this was normal. You weren’t getting any better though obviously, so the week before you were due back in hospital for the next round of tests and treatment the guys decided you all needed a break.

“Disneyland? Are you frigging serious?” you gasped with a huge grin, which was mirrored by Dean and Sam.

“Hell yes,” Dean replied. “Why should little 10 year old Leukemia Luke get a trip to Disneyland while you miss out?”

You laughed as a stray tear escaped your eye, and you wiped your cheeks with the palms of your hands.

“Besides,” Sam continued. “You have one more week before the next chemo cycle starts and we could all use a bit of fun.”

“When do we leave?” you asked eagerly.

“As soon as you’re packed,” Dean replied, grabbing his keys for emphasis.

“And I’ve already laid some stuff out for you,” Sam added. “So it shouldn’t be long until we’re on the road.”

You jumped up onto your feet and ran to Dean, embracing him in a tight warm hug which he returned with a grin.

“Thank you thank you thank you,” you chanted, kissing his cheek. He patted you on the back and let you go, handing you off to Sam who was waiting to join you in your bedroom.

“It’s nothing. Now go pack and let’s get this show on the road, I needa bag me a Tinkerbell,” he replied with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

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You were sure you didn’t sleep this much last time you were on a roadtrip with the guys, but a 20hr drive really took it out of you these days. You caught the occasional concerned glance back at you from each of the brothers, obviously they were thinking the same thing, but graciously the conversation was steered away from the doom and gloom of your life and onto memories of hunts together.

“Oh and let’s not forget when Dean started rambling about Werewolves in the ER,” you laughed, Sam joining in. Dean grumbled from the drivers seat at the memory, and blushed slightly.

“Hey hey, I was concussed ok?” he tried to defend.

“Dude you got yourself a psych evaluation,” Sam replied through a grin, causing your laughter to double in the backseat.

“Yer, sneaking you out of there was fun,” you added, wiping your eyes as you calmed down.

“Alright alright, let’s get off me and onto the plan shall we? Y/N, what do you want to do first?” Dean asked, looking at you in the rear-view mirror.

You excitedly told them your plans for the following day, you’d been wanting to see Disneyland your entire life so it was an easy question to answer. Sam and Dean shared a glance or two, smiling at your enthusiasm and grateful to be able to do this for you.

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You flopped down at the table with your chips and Pepsi, trying to muster up the energy to eat something. Sam and Dean were currently arguing about which ride to go on next, and you tried to tune them out. Your head had been pounding since the 2nd ride and no amount of painkillers were helping to dull it. You winced as a nearby speaker rattled off the name of a lost child, and pinched the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes.

“Y/N?” Dean asked through a mouthful of chips, and you felt Sam’s hand on your knee. “You ‘right?”

You nodded gently, placing your palms on the table to lift yourself. “Yer I’ll be ok, just a headache. I’m going to the bathroom.”

Sam made to follow you but you pushed him down. “The LADIES bathroom Sam, I’ll be fine.”

You didn’t wait for a response and briskly moved yourself to the building nearby. Once inside you ran to a cubicle and promptly threw up in the toilet. Your head throbbed with each heave and tears started streaming down your face. You could hear a few people murmuring, surmising that you were sick from the rides, and thankfully they left you alone. Once you were done you turned and sat down on the floor, sobbing despite your best efforts to stay calm. You wanted this so badly, this trip was everything to you, but you just couldn’t enjoy it anymore.

“Are you alright?” you heard a timid voice ask, and you looked up to see a girl about 7 years old watching you. Not wanting to scare her you decided to get up off the ground and clean yourself up.

“Yer kid I’m fine, too many rides,” you tried to joke, washing your hands in the basin.

She nodded and gaving a knowing smile before waving as she turned and walked away. You sighed as you looked in the mirror, noting with disdain that Sam and Dean would see through you in an instant if you tried to lie. Resigning yourself you returned to the table.

“Hey guys, I’m not feeling so great,” you started.

“Headache?” Dean asked and you shrugged.

“Yer, more or less. I don’t want to, but I think I’m ready to go back to the motel. I’ll just grab a cab and you guys can hang out a little longer.” They both huffed a laugh and you rolled your eyes. “Yep, stupid suggestion I know.”

“Let’s get outta here,” Sam told you, slinging his arm over your shoulders as he kissed your temple.

As you walked toward the exit you were suddenly overcome with emotion, and swallowed thickly to get rid of the rising lump in your throat.

“Thanks for this,” you told them quietly. “It was… incredible.”

“Don’t mention it kid. We’ll come back when you’re feeling better, promise,” Dean told you, patting you on the back.

You nodded sadly. You wouldn’t ever admit it to them, but a niggling feeling inside you was telling you that there wouldn’t be a next time.

CONT.

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