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You Look So Pretty, Pretty Like The Sun - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Rating: Mature / Explicit

Words: 4,951

Link to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55256683/chapters/144440782

In the quiet hours of early morning, Buck found himself wide awake despite the looming award ceremony that demanded him to get up early. Tommy had stayed over, as the loft was closer to the 118 station, and was sleeping soundly beside him. At some point, when he was sure he couldn't fall back to sleep, Buck untangled himself from the warm body and rolled back to his own side of the bed. He had to restrain himself from tracing his fingers along the expanse of Tommy's skin, not wanting to wake him.

The room was shrouded in darkness and he could barely see the faint outline of Tommy's form next to him. He sighed, resigned, and was about to reach for his phone to pass the sleepless hours when he heard a subtle change in Tommy's breathing. It grew deeper, more deliberate. A moment later Tommy reached out across the bed, until his hand landed on Buck's chest.

"Did I wake you?" Buck half-whispered, his voice low, not wanting to disturb the peace.

"Hmm," Tommy hummed in response, his voice thick with sleepiness. "Well, you're not trying to suffocate me. And you are shifting the bed."

"I'm sorry," Buck apologized. He hadn't realized he was moving around that much.

Tommy's movements were sluggish as he turned to lie on his side, draping an arm over Buck's waist and nestled his head against Buck's chest. The contented sigh that followed made Buck's heart swell, and he pulled Tommy closer, his fingers instinctively finding Tommy's hair, gently carding through it.

"Why are you awake?" Tommy's voice was muffled, sleepy and soft against Buck's skin.

"I don't know," Buck answered honestly. Maybe it was the jitters of the ceremony.

Tommy's hand moved lower, his thumb idly tracing and playing with the waistband of Buck's boxers. "Do you want to mess around? That might tire you out," he suggested, pressing a light kiss against Buck's chest.

Before Tommy, back when he was still unsteady, still insecure in his own skin, Buck would have jumped at the offer without hesitation. For such a long time, intimacy was almost synonymous with sex, the only time he would have allowed himself to be touchy and needy without a fear of rejection. Now, lying here with Tommy, he didn't feel the old pull.

He was more than content to stay and soak in the warmth.

"Nah, I'm good just like this," Buck replied softly. His other hand began tracing idle patterns on Tommy's exposed back.

"'Kay," Tommy sighed, and it didn't take long for his breathing to even out again.

Buck pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Tommy's head. He nestled his cheek against Tommy's soft hair. Gradually, Tommy's steady breathing and the familiar scent of his shampoo lulled Buck back into slumber.

Buck's sleep didn't last long. Sooner than he would have liked, the jarring noise of an alarm broke his slumber. He didn't open his eyes, choosing instead to wrap himself closer to Tommy, who shifted slightly to shut it off. Just as Buck was settling back into the warmth and nearly drifting off again, another alarm sounded—this time from his side of the bed. He groaned out loud and reached to silence the persistent noise emitting from the bedside table.

"Evan, we need to get up or we will be late." Tommy reminded him, his voice tinged with amusement. Despite his words, Tommy didn't make much of an effort to leave the warmth of the bed.

"Fuck the ceremony," Buck grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow. "Stay in bed."

"How about, you get up and join me in the shower?" Tommy's suggestion cut through the grogginess that clung to Buck. His initial reluctance began to fade as the idea took hold.

"That could work," Buck agreed, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smirk. There was no way in hell he would ever refuse to join the man under a warm spray of the shower.

The mental image of what could unfold in the shower spurred Buck into action, throwing the covers off with a burst of eagerness. He swung his legs off the bed, his feet making contact with the cool floor, and he quickly followed Tommy into the bathroom.

Buck would have loved nothing more than to push Tommy against the tiles, fall to his knees and have his way with the man. However Tommy was all business, methodically washing himself and then helping Buck, while dodging all his advances, maintaining a frustrating yet teasing distance.

Buck was half-convinced that Tommy was enjoying keeping him on edge, pent up and needy. Just as he was about to accuse Tommy of being a tease, Tommy changed his tactics. In a swift motion, Tommy closed the gap between them, capturing Buck's lips with an intensity that bordered on desperation. Tommy's lips moved against Buck's with a fervent urgency, his tongue sliding against Buck's. It was deep, intense, and decidedly filthy, rendering Buck momentarily speechless and thoroughly dazed. As quickly as the kiss started, it ended; Tommy stepped back, a smug chuckle escaping him as he grabbed a towel and began to dry off. He then retreated back to the bedroom, leaving him alone in the steam filled shower.

With a shake of his head and a breathless chuckle, Buck reached for his own towel. As he stepped out of the shower, he caught a glimpse of Tommy rummaging through the closet, pulling out his suit that still had a dry cleaner bag over it. The sight of Tommy, so casual in his loft made Buck's heart skip a beat, and a warmth spread through him that had little to do with the hot water they had just stepped out of. And if Buck had cleared an additional shelf in the closet, so that Tommy would have a spot to leave more of his things at Buck's place, well, it was a detail Buck kept to himself.

Tommy unzipped the dry cleaner bag and began to dress, and Buck felt his breath hitch. Tommy slipped into a crisp, white dress shirt, the fabric molding perfectly to his toned frame. Buck's eyes lingered on the way the shirt hugged Tommy's shoulders and chest, the subtle play of muscles as he fastened each button with deliberate care. Buck's mouth watered as he openly ogled as the man put on his suit pants that did wonders to his ass.

Tommy's hair was still damp from the shower, making him look irresistible. Tommy caught Buck's gaze while adjusting his collar and straightening his tie.

"Like what you see?" he teased, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Buck swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. "You have no idea," he replied, his voice husky. He closed the space between them, caring very little if he was still somewhat wet and could possibly ruin the impeccable suit.

"You look so hot," Buck added, his words laced with desire, before planting his lips against Tommy's cheek and trailing kisses across to his jaw.

"You are a menace," Tommy sighed, though there was no real complaint in his tone.

Buck's kisses grew more insistent, his hands roaming over Tommy's back. "Can't help it," he murmured between kisses. "You make it impossible to resist you."

Tommy chuckled softly, his hands coming up to rest on Buck's hips, which were only covered by a towel. He didn't push Buck away but didn't entirely give in either. "We have a ceremony to get to," he reminded gently, though there was a hint of reluctance in his tone.

"Five more minutes," he whispered, his lips brushing against Tommy's ear, making it clear he wasn't quite ready to let go yet.

Tommy shook his head, smiling. "Alright, five more minutes," he conceded, pulling Buck closer.

——————-

The ceremony was short and straight to the point, but it was probably Buck's favorite event he had attended, apart from Maddie's wedding. He sat beside Tommy and Eddie, listening to the speech with a mixture of anticipation and pride. When Tommy's name was called, Buck couldn't help but grin like a love-smitten fool, his eyes never leaving Tommy. The pride he felt was overwhelming, and he could barely contain his excitement. Watching Tommy stand at the podium, Buck's heart swelled. Tommy's smile was radiant, and his eyes sparkled with the honor of the moment. For all that Tommy brushed off the ceremony, Buck knew how much the recognition meant to him. In that moment, everything else faded into the background. It was just Tommy, standing there, being celebrated for his achievements, and Buck, utterly captivated by the man he was head over heels for.

The celebration was somewhat soured by the appearance of Gerrard, who proved to be as much of a dick as Buck had heard. There was a moment when Gerrard's attention shifted to Tommy, and Buck had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from lashing out. A pulse of anger coursed through his veins at the implication of Gerrard's words. He would have loved nothing more than to run his mouth, to dig into the man who had subjected his friends to torture years ago. But this wasn't his battle to fight. Tommy didn't take the bait. He stood firm, his expression unyielding and composed. Seeing Tommy's steadfastness, Buck swallowed his anger, letting it simmer below the surface. However, he couldn't completely hide the disgust he felt toward Gerrard. He clenched his jaw tight and stared at him coldly. It took a significant amount of restraint for Buck to let it go, to not confront Gerrard right then and there. But out of respect for Tommy and the occasion, he managed to keep his composure, even if his glare communicated all the contempt he felt.

It didn't stop Buck from reaching out for Tommy's hand under the table and squeezing it reassuringly. He felt Tommy's thumb gently brush over the back of his hand.

"You okay?" Buck asked quietly. He didn't want a prick like Gerrard to ruin the day for Tommy.

"Of course," Tommy replied, giving him a small, sincere smile that made Buck's heart flutter. Tommy then raised his fork to take a bite of the food he piled on his plate. "I am, however, looking forward to celebrating with you later."

The intent behind his words was clear as day.

Buck groaned out louder than was appropriate for where they were. The way Tommy could say things in the most deadpan, casual tone that did things to Buck should be criminal. He felt a rush of heat spread through him, making it hard to focus on anything else.

"God, Tommy," Buck muttered, trying to regain his composure. "You can't just say stuff like that here."

Tommy's eyes flicked to Buck's with a knowing look, the corner of his mouth twitching up slightly. "Behave," he murmured, but the twinkle in his eye suggested he enjoyed Buck's squirming in his chair.

"How am I supposed to behave when you say things like that?" Buck whispered back, his voice strained. He squeezed Tommy's hand under the table again.

"Better figure it out fast, Maddie is coming over," Tommy said, giving him an innocent look as he raised a glass of water to his lips. Buck shot him a look, a mix of frustration and amusement.

As Maddie took a seat beside them, the conversation quickly picked up, mostly led by Maddie and Tommy. Buck took a deep breath, letting go of Tommy's hand, to try to concentrate on the conversation but his mind couldn't help but drift to what was waiting when they got home. Every now and then, Tommy would catch his eye and smirk, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Buck.

Way later, when Buck was nearing the point of insanity and was planning to drag Tommy into the storage room, they bid their goodbyes and left the station. Tommy had driven them up in his car, and while normally Buck would have spent the journey admiring how hot the man looked behind the wheel, now he couldn't wait to close Tommy's front door behind them.

As soon as the door shut, Buck wasted no time. He forcefully pushed Tommy against the solid door and crashed their lips together. Tommy grunted as his back hit the door but recovered quickly, biting Buck's lip in retaliation. The raw intensity of their kiss sent shivers down Buck's spine, their breaths mingling in heated pants.

Their jackets got lost and discarded somewhere along the way as their hands went everywhere, exploring, grabbing, and tugging as they shuffled through the hallway into the bedroom, their lips never parting. Buck could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his skin tingling with every touch.

The back of Buck's legs hit the edge of the bed, and he gasped as Tommy pushed him down, ripping his lips away just long enough for Tommy to join him. He climbed on top of Buck's lap, pinning him down and kissing him again.

Buck thought it was impossible to get harder than he already was, but Tommy manhandling him so easily proved it otherwise.

Tommy shifted away for a second, his hands moving to take off his medal, but Buck swatted his hand away. The sight of Tommy, flushed and breathless, wearing his medal, was an image that drove Buck wild and he wasn't about to part with it.

"Keep it," Buck nearly growled out, his voice thick with desire.

Tommy smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. He fisted his hand around the lanyard on Buck's neck and tightened just a little, until it was sitting firmly against his neck but not cutting off the air.

Buck's breath hitched, a moan escaping his lips at the feeling of slight restriction, the lanyard tightening around his neck. Buck responded eagerly, arching towards Tommy, seeking out some friction against his trousers.

Tommy leaned in, his lips brushing against Buck's ear, finally grinding his hips against Buck's. "You like that, baby?" he whispered, his breath hot against Buck's skin.

"God, yes," Buck breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Tommy's lips trailed down Buck's exposed neck, kissing and nibbling, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

It took a lot more patience than Buck possessed to actually unbutton the shirt instead of ripping it off. Finally, Buck managed to get Tommy's shirt off, revealing his toned, muscular chest. The sight made Buck's mouth water. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Tommy's chest, kissing and licking his way down, savoring the taste of his skin while his hands roamed over Tommy's body.

Tommy groaned, his hands tangling in Buck's hair and tugged it back, sending a sharp sting to his scalp. Tommy took advantage of the moment, capturing Buck's open mouth with his own in a searing kiss, swallowing his moan.

The sensation of Tommy's tongue exploring his mouth, the taste of him, was intoxicating. Buck's hands found the waistband of Tommy's trousers. He fumbled with the belt, his fingers clumsily pawing against the barrier, and he whined in frustration. He finally managed to shuffle his hands inside, feeling the outline of the hard cock against the boxers. The heat and firmness made his own cock throb painfully.

Tommy's grip tightened in Buck's hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against Buck's skin as he trailed his lips down his throat. Tommy's hips bucked against Buck's hand, seeking more contact, more friction.

Buck's fingers curled around Tommy's length and stroked him lightly, teasingly through the material, earning a growl from Tommy that vibrated against his skin. Buck was straining against his own trousers, desperate for release, but he wanted to drive the man wild for all the teasing he had endured all day.

"Keep that up, and you won't fuck me," Tommy threatened, his voice an octave lower as he pulled away. The words hung in the air. Buck's brain short-circuited at the implication, his body reacting instantly to the raw need in Tommy's voice.

"You, uh," Buck gasped, his breath catching in his throat. "You want me to fuck you?"

The thought of being inside Tommy, of driving him over the edge, was almost too much to bear. For as much as he fantasized about it, it didn't compare to actually hearing those words. He had to take a couple of calming breaths so that he wouldn't cum in his pants like a teenager.

Tommy's eyes darkened with lust, a near predatory smile curling on his lips. "Is that a problem for you?" he taunted, his fingers still tangled in Buck's hair, pulling just enough to send another sharp sting of pleasure through him.

"No, not at all. Please," Buck shook his head, his heart pounding in his chest, his voice trembling with anticipation and need.

Tommy's smile widened, the mischief in his eyes intensifying. "Good. Now be good and take what I give you." He commanded, his voice dripping with authority and lust. He released Buck's hair and leaned back, his eyes never leaving Buck's.

"Undress. And take off the medal," Tommy ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. Buck's fingers fumbled slightly as he hurried to comply, stripping off his clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. He watched as Tommy tossed his own medal and reached for the bedside drawer, retrieving the lube and a condom. His movements were confident, assured, as if he had done this a thousand times before. Buck's breath hitched as he watched, his heart pounding in his chest.

Tommy's eyes roamed over Buck's body appreciatively, the hunger in his gaze making Buck's skin prickle with anticipation. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Buck's spine.

Buck whined and moved to reach for Tommy, but Tommy pushed him back, straddling his hips again. "No, you stay right here, and look pretty." Tommy commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Buck's heart raced as he laid back, his whole body trembling. He couldn't resist rolling his hips against Tommy's, rutting to get any release. It was almost too much to bear, the intensity of his need threatening to overwhelm him.

Tommy leaned over him, his lips brushing against Buck's ear.

"Stay still," Tommy commanded, his voice low and rough. "Be a good boy for me."

Buck nodded, his body trembling with the effort of holding still, every nerve ending on fire. Tommy's hands moved down Buck's body, his touch firm and possessive. He reached for the lube, slicking his fingers before pressing them inside himself. The sight of Tommy preparing himself, the expression of pleasure was too much. Buck moaned, clenching the sheets in his fists to stop himself from reaching again.

"You should see yourself," Tommy grunted out, his voice thick with desire. "So eager, so desperate."

"Tommy, please," Buck moaned, his voice a desperate plea. The anticipation was killing him, his body aching with need. "I need you."

"You're doing so well, Evan," He leaned down to pull Buck into a brief, heated kiss. "So good for me, baby."

The praise sent a jolt of electricity down his spine. He ripped his hands out of the sheets, orders be damned, and grasped on all the skin he could reach. His nails dug into Tommy's hips as Tommy took his cock in hand and rolled on the condom.

Tommy took his time, guiding himself onto Buck's slick length and sinking down. The tight heat of Tommy's body surrounding him inch by inch was pure torture. Buck let out a loud moan, fighting against the urge of thrusting up.

"Fuck, Tommy," Buck groaned, his voice trembling with the effort of holding back.

Tommy paused once he had taken all of Buck in, adjusting to the fullness, his hands moving from Buck's chest to intertwine their fingers, dropping their hands beside Buck's head.

"So good," Tommy murmured, his voice low and breathy. "You feel so good inside me."

"Move," Buck begged, his voice raw with need. "Please, Tommy, I need you to move."

Tommy began to move, setting a slow, tantalizing rhythm. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through Buck, making him a needy mess and causing him to writhe beneath Tommy. The sight of Tommy, riding him and taking all the pleasure he wanted, would forever be ingrained in his memory.

Tommy's movements were deliberate, each rise and fall of his body driving Buck to the edge. Buck's fingers tightened around Tommy's, nails digging into the skin.

Tommy increased the pace, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, his eyes locked onto Buck's. "Harder, Evan," Tommy demanded, his voice a desperate growl. "I want to feel you."

Buck couldn't stop the moans that kept coming from his mouth, even if he wanted to, as he thrust up to meet Tommy's downward strokes. The sensation of Tommy's tight heat around him, the friction and the rhythm they had found, was driving him wild. He could feel the pressure building, the intense pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

"Tommy, I'm close," Buck gasped, his voice tight with need.

"Me too," Tommy panted, his movements becoming more erratic. "Just a little more."

Buck untangled one of his hands from Tommy's grip and wrapped it around Tommy's cock. He stroked Tommy in time with their movements, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip with each pass.

"Fuck, Evan," Tommy moaned, his head falling back as Buck's hand worked him. His hips bucked involuntarily, driving Buck even deeper inside him. He thrusted up harder, matching the erratic rhythm of Tommy's movements.

"Tommy, I can't - fuck!" Buck's voice broke off as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over him. His body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that nearly made him blackout.

Tommy's own release followed seconds later, his body tensing and then shuddering as he came, Buck's name a breathless cry on his lips. Buck continued to stroke him through it, painting his stomach with his release until Tommy finally collapsed against him, spent and sated.

Buck closed his eyes as he wrapped his arm around Tommy's shoulders, keeping him close. Their breathing slowed, the room gradually quieting. They spent a few moments like that, basking in the afterglow and the warmth of each other.

Eventually, Tommy shifted, pulling away just enough for Buck to pull out and tie up the condom. Buck stood up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. As he washed the remnants of Tommy's cum off his stomach, he took a peek in the mirror and couldn't help but grin at the sight of his neck absolutely destroyed by bites and marks.

After cleaning up, Buck grabbed a clean rag, dampening it with warm water. He brought it back to the bedroom for Tommy, who was now sprawled out on the bed, looking thoroughly blissed out and disheveled.

"Thought you might need this," Buck offered the rag to Tommy.

"Thanks," Tommy replied, taking the rag and beginning to clean himself up. As he did, Buck collapsed back into bed beside him.

Tommy finished cleaning up and tossed the rag aside, snuggling back into Buck's embrace, resting his head on Buck's chest. Buck wrapped his arm around Tommy, holding him close, relishing in the warmth of Tommy's body against his own.

"We are definitely doing that again," Tommy finally broke the peaceful quiet, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Give me like half an hour and I'm good to go." Buck grinned, half-serious. He knew he was spent, but the thought was tempting.

"Menace," Tommy lightly swatted at his chest. "I can't even feel my legs yet."

Buck laughed softly, and kissed the side of Tommy's forehead.

——————-

The following days blurred into a comfortable pattern. The team seemed to work better than ever, the calls they got, more often than not, ended in high spirits and things with Tommy were going the best they could.

Buck found himself smiling more often, the weight of his worries slowly lifting from the back of his mind. He allowed himself to finally just be happy in the present moment. Which is probably why, after having a quiet moment in the lockers with Bobby and on his way to Tommy's, seeing a ghost from the past sent a jolt of shock through his system.

For one terrifying second, his heart skipped a beat and his mind flashed to the strange reality he had once been stuck in. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him all along and he never truly woke up. Maybe the reason why everything was so good, why he felt so happy, was because it wasn't real.

His breath hitched, and he had to steady himself as the face of Shannon smiled politely at him. "I'm looking for Eddie Diaz."

The rest of the conversation passed in somewhat of a daze. Autopilot kicked in, and Buck's brain mechanically went through the motions. He managed to send a text to Tommy that he would be late and brought the brownies to Eddie's house, trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy.

Talking to Eddie, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, did little to pull him out of the weird numbness that had settled deep in his bones. Buck's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and unease, the encounter with Shannon stirring up something uncomfortable.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Buck's mouth was running the moment the doors opened. Tommy, for his part, didn't look as phased as he probably should have. Instead, he opened the door wider for Buck.

"Not particularly. Why?" Tommy asked calmly, raising an eyebrow as he followed Buck inside.

"I think I saw one." Buck said as he collapsed onto the couch, the weight of the day's events finally catching up to him.

"Okay," Tommy nodded, as if Buck had just commented about the weather. He went to the fridge, pulling out a couple of beers. "Want a beer?

"Yeah, thanks," Buck sighed, taking a deep sip when Tommy handed him the cold bottle.

Tommy settled himself next to Buck on the arm of the couch, and ran his hand soothingly down the back of Buck's neck. With his other hand, he took a sip of his own beer before speaking. "So, tell me about your ghost."

As Buck started to recount the evening's events, the words flowed more easily than he expected. He told Tommy about Shannon, the history between her and Eddie that he knew, and how Kim fit into the picture. Tommy listened attentively, his hand continuing its soothing motion on Buck's neck. The rhythmic touch was comforting, helping Buck feel more grounded as he finished telling the story.

"I think I'm more surprised he has the time to juggle two girlfriends and still make it to the basketball games," Tommy finally remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Buck sent him a look. "Right. Not the point. So, what did Eddie say?"

"He said it's not like that," Buck sighed, the excuse weak even coming from his own mouth.

"Then it is not like that," Tommy repeated, his hands gently squeezing Buck's shoulders, massaging them. The tension in Buck's muscles began to ease somewhat. "Eddie is a capable man; he will figure out what he needs to figure out. It's not on you."

"I know," Buck said softly, leaning into Tommy's touch. "It's just hard not to worry about him."

Tommy nodded, understanding. "Of course it is. But you can't carry his burdens for him."

Buck hummed in reply, letting silence fall between them.

After a few moments, Buck broke the silence.

"Hey, Tommy?" He took a deep breath, his heart pounding slightly as he prepared to ask the question that had been on his mind. Tommy hummed in response, his hand still gently massaging Buck's neck. "Are we together?"

"What?" Tommy looked at him, slightly taken aback.

"I just keep thinking," Buck began, his words tumbling out in a rush, "that this poor woman doesn't know that she is a carbon copy of his dead wife and how that would feel. Not that I think you keep me as a ghost for someone else. I just, I don't know. I guess I would prefer to know the truth and it's fine if this is casual for you—"

His rambling was cut short as Tommy, unlike the first time, tilted his chin and pressed their lips together to shut him up. It silenced Buck's mind as effectively as it silenced his words.

When they pulled apart, Tommy looked into his eyes, a mixture of affection and exasperation in his gaze.

"You're an idiot," Tommy finally said as he recovered, pressing his lips against the top of Buck's head "But you are my idiot. And you have been my idiot ever since you invited me to your sister's wedding."

A wave of relief washed over Buck, the heavy feeling in his chest easing. "Yeah?" he asked, if only to hear it again.

Tommy huffed and shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulled away and headed to the kitchen. "Yeah," he called back. "And just for the record, I wouldn't go to a wedding as a second date if I wanted to be casual."

"That's, uh," Buck huffed out a laugh, the knot in his chest unraveling completely. "That's good to know."

"So, dinner?" Tommy asked, taking a second look back at him from the inside of the fridge.

Buck bit his lip softly as a smile spread across his face. "Yeah. Dinner would be nice."

#buck x tommy #evan buckley #bucktommy #tommy kinard #tevan #tevan fic #911 show #911 abc #fanfic #911 spoilers #fanfiction #ao3

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chaosfairy18 · 8 months ago

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Three little words pt. 1

A kind of 5+1 scenario thing focusing on Bumlets/Skittery/Swifty because I have an obsession and I need to let it thrive. For a start we have Skittery/Swifty and their first "I love you"

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The moment he’d opened his eyes in the morning with Kloppman banging on the bunks to wake them Skittery knew this would be a long day. He had barely slept, if at all, even though he must have passed out sometime in the night because he couldn’t remember seeing the sun rise. After the morning edition – which felt like even more of a chore than usual – he walked back to the lodge, left Tumbler with the other littles, and intended to go back to his bunk and at least get some more rest, hopefully. Even if he knew it would most likely get loud in here soon, the others returning after their own selling, but it was his only option for now.

The bunk room was actually empty, and he was relieved to find it so, hurrying to get off his pants and shoes so he could lie down. The room didn’t even stay vacated until he had done that though, as he suddenly found Swifty next to him, a little notebook in his hands that he must have just picked up from his bunk. A while ago he would have startled, but he was more than used to the other’s quiet steps by now.

“Are you okay Skitts? Not feeling good?”

“’M okay, just tired. Trying to take a nap.” He knew that Swifty wouldn’t keep him from it if he’d known, and that he would cut the conversation short.

They both turned their heads to the door as they heard a commotion from downstairs, more boys returning from work.

“I can make sure they won’t be loud in here. Watch over you for a while.”, offered Swifty, a small smile on his face.

Skittery had gotten better at accepting help, but he still didn’t want to force the other into doing anything for him, especially as he couldn’t go out and do anything worthwhile while looking over him and shushing the others but… he really needed sleep.

“Fine. But only if it ain’t any trouble.”

Swifty kissed him in the cheek and then sat down on the neighbouring bunk. “It never is for you.”

Skittery didn’t know when he woke, but he must have slept since he couldn’t hear as many noises from downstairs and he felt like he’d lost a bit of time. Just opening his eyes a fraction, he found the sun lower outside the windows as well and Swifty still sitting on the top bunk opposing his own, fixated on his notebook. The sun was shining softly into his face, his hair was ruffled, and his tongue stuck slightly out in concentration. Even in his still fuzzy mind after his sleep he knew one thing.

He was beautiful.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t much more than a whisper, but in the quiet room everything would have been heard. Swifty startled up and almost let his notebook – and pencil he had held in his other hand – fall to the floor.

Blushing, he looked to Skittery and blinked a few times, clearly not having expected to see him awake, much less say this out of the blue. “I- Damn, Skitts, that’s… I love you too. Just don’t scare me like that again.”

Skittery murmured something about payback for all the times the other had snuck up on him and Swifty laughed, jumping down to the ground and going up to him to kiss his curls.

While he was distracted with that, Skittery grabbed the notebook he only held loosely in his hand, finding what he’d been doing for the last hours.

It was a drawing of him, sleeping, sun shining in his hair.

#92sies #skittery newsies #swifty newsies #short story #5+1 things #bumswiftery newsies #Skittery is so soft when sleepy I'm telling you #he'd never admit it though #this is stil pretty early in their relationship #comparitively early at lesat

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boilingcowboy · 8 months ago

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my post agad head canons:

if these don't make sense or are out of character im sorry lol haven't read the books in a while

-it takes pip and ravi about a year to get where they were before and about two years to make it official to other people

-for everyone else it also takes at least a year if not almost two for pip to restore her relationships with her family and friends, except cara for cara its only about a year

-the hole process of restoring her relationships and why it took that long is mainly cus pip is still pretty cautious about not wanting to raise suspicion

-two years after agad pip cuts her hair (about shoulder length so she can still put it up and out of her face) or rather cara cuts pips hair while they're having a sleepover, its a bit choppy and messy but that's okay (yes this is a hint at the series lol) but also hair has memories and even tho pip knows it's silly but she dose feel a bit lighter

-the first time pip and ravi meet in person its two months after the "hey sarge, remember me ?" text and they agree for ravi to visit pip

-the plan was that they meet up, get food and then go back to pips dorm room to talk about everything they didn't on the phone but the plan kinda goes sideways because both of them end up trying and failing not to cry while sitting in ravis car for an hour after again failing to fully let go of each other after being near each other for the first time in what felt like years

-it takes both of them a while to realise that they can now text, call or see each other if they miss the other person after not being able to but after they realise "oh we are in each others life again like fully" that's when they become the most clingiest bitches to ever exist especially when they start to see each other in person more often

-and when I say clingy I mean CLINGY in like a "somehow they manage to touch each other every 5 fucking seconds" way like they'll be standing next to each other and one of them will loop a finger through the other persons belt loops, bumping into each other while walking, adjusting the other persons clothes/hair, sitting so close their thighs are touching, leaning on each other and that's like only in public it gets worse when it's just the two of them

-they do become less extremely clingy after a few months when they both realise "okay you're not going anywhere, you're not gonna leave me again, at least in the near future" and they feel more comfortable and less anxious (for the most part)

-after pip fully comes back into everyones life again her and cara have a shit ton of sleepovers, both of them sleep better at those sleepovers

-also on that note pip and ravi rarely sleep on different beds, they always end up sharing a bed no matter what cus one of them will wake up during the night and join the other

-the first time ravi stays the weekend at pips he gets one of those blow up mattresses (cus it's like both aren't sure how comfortable the other is and shit and it's all confusing) and they fall asleep talking only for ravi to wake up in the middle of the night to find pip awake (cus one nightmares and two insomnia) and when they notice the other is awake they kinda stare at each other for a sec before pip is like "ah fuck it, can- do you- uh ?" she doesn't even need to finish her sentence

-nightmares!!!! both of them have them and sleeping next to each other helps a lot cus a lot of the time their nightmares are about losing each other so waking up and immediately having that person there definitely helps!!!

-expect that one time ravi got up to get water and while coming back pip woke up from a nightmare and pip still in the nightmare seeing almost nothing but pitch black and a shadow over her punched ravi in the face, they got a night light to turn on whenever one of the got up in the night after that

#pip and ravi #pip and cara #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #cara ward #agggtm #a good girls guide to murder #good girl bad blood #as good as dead #holly jackson

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dira333 · 1 year ago

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The Road Not Taken - part 5

Shibi x female reader with a name - arranged marriage

Summary: Airi Nara seems a hopeless case, until her grandmother sets her up for an arranged marriage. But was marrying Shibi Aburame the right choice after all?

Character Sheet - Masterlist

Exhaustion has settled heavy in your legs as you walk through the door. Shibi’s gourd is leaning against the wall next to his shoes, telling you that he’s home.

You want to do nothing but fall into bed right now but your stomach is painfully reminding you that you haven’t eaten in hours.

If you sit down you’ll not get up again so you locate some leftovers from dinner and a bag of gummy bears and scarf it down standing, leaning against the wall for support.

A few Kikaichu fly past your face as you open the door to your room. You take two steps and drop down on your comforter, too tired to bother with closing the door or slipping out of your clothes.

Sleep is pulling you in fast, the only thing keeping you awake is the feeling of your belt buckle digging into your stomach.

You’re fighting yourself, trying to gain enough strength to turn on your side or back, when a a low noise comes from behind you.

“Airi?” Shino’s not wearing his glasses or his usual overcoat and you can see the growing redness on his milky white arms as he stops in front of you. “My skin is itchy. Can you bathe me?”

“Shino?” You raise your head slightly to glance at your alarm clock. “It’s half past five. Why are you awake already?”

“My skin is itchy.” He repeats, his annoyance made visible when bugs start crawling over his skin. “You’ve got to bathe me.”

“Can’t your father do it? He’s going to wake up in half an hour anyway.”

Something dark moves over Shino’s features and the truth cuts through your exhaustion like a hot knife through butter.

Shino might be an Aburame, quiet and polite to a fault, but he might also be the first to show you his real self, accepting you as part of this family the only way he can.

He’s four years old. He wants your attention and, more importantly, your help.

You wanted to be a mother for so long and today is just another day where you have to prove that you can do it.

“Alright.” You move to get up. “I’m coming. Does your skin get itchy often?”

“Sometimes.” He pulls you forward by the hem of your skirt and points at the array of tubs and bottles in the tiny bathroom that he uses.

“Normally the blue bottle is enough but when it gets really itchy, I have to scrub down with the red one and lather the skin with the green one.”

You grab the two tubs, the height of the shelves telling you that he’d not been wrong in calling you.

Well, he could have called his father, but you suppose this was Shino’s thing. Finding ways to have skin-on-skin contact without ever asking for it directly.

Grateful for the little stool you sit down and wait until he’s stripped out of his sleep wear before lathering your hands in a body scrub that smells faintly of lavender and honey.

“Can you do me a favor?” You ask softly as you start scrubbing his back, noticing the texture of his skin, soft yet covered in tiny holes barely big enough to see, holes the Kikaichu use to move through.

“Can you talk to me? I’m really tired and you need to keep me awake.”

“Okita was really loud last night,” Shino tells you, too awake for this early hour. Your brain needs half a second to register what he said and even longer to connect the dots.

The kitten. You’d forgotten the kitten. You’d put it in your room with food and a makeshift toilet before you left, hoping against all odds that you’d be able to tell Shibi in the morning instead of him hearing it from the other two.

“Yeah?”

“I was already in bed but Okita was so loud that I got up and went to see if it was hurt. But it just wanted to escape the room. Father was downstairs.”

“What did he say?”

“He was surprised. Annoyed when Okita did not want to stay in your room. He sent me back to my room. Why? It was late and I needed to sleep.”

“Did you have a nice evening with Chiasa?”

“What were you doing at work?”

He avoids the question two more times until you give in and let him direct the conversation.

Eventually, you’d massaged the last drop of lotion into his skin and sit back.

“Now… Do you want to go back to bed for a little bit longer?”

He nods and walks out of the bathroom only to walk into your room instead of his, climbing onto your bed.

“Shino?” You’re too tired to argue, too exhausted to question his need to be closer each day.

“Okita doesn’t like being alone,” Is his reasoning and you suppose it’s good enough, climbing into bed next to him, offering him your arm to slip under.

His hair tickling your chin is the last thing you feel before you finally succumb to your exhaustion.

-.-.-.-.- Shibi -.-.-.-.-

He wakes to a weight on his chest that’s vibrating in harmony with his hive.

When he opens one eye, he can see the faint outline of black fur in the dim morning light. The kitten has curled into a ball on top of him, purring loudly as if to make up for the noise it had been making the better part of last night.

Shibi never had a pet. Why would he? He had his Kikaichu to take care of.

He couldn’t name one member of the Aburame Clan ever having a pet and even his mother could only name one distant cousin who once tried to tame ravens but failed to do so.

Everything in him wants to put a stop to this notion as quickly as he can.

Mother had been surprisingly reluctant to voice her opinions, only offering vague answers until she had decided that she did not want to be disturbed anymore, forcing his Kikaichu from her house and thereby ending their conversation, leaving him to his own devices.

He tried putting the kitten out onto the patio but the tiny feline had been yowling so loudly only seconds after he closed the door that he had been forced to let him in again.

It does not feel good to be so helpless against the whims of an animal, especially one that wasn’t even fully matured.

It feels even worse knowing that he’d have to let you handle it in the future, no matter what they would decide.

He heaves a sigh.

What they would decide. He, the Clan Head, is too weak to make his own decisions.

But is it really a weakness?

No one has ever called him weak for listening to Zoka when she was alive, instead praising his empathy and understanding.

He loved Zoka before she loved him and he knows without a doubt that he is already falling in love with you, not knowing if you’d ever love him.

When he gets up eventually, the kitten curled up on his arm, tiny claws attaching themselves to him whenever he dares move it, Shino’s bedroom door is wide open but the boy is not inside.

He finds him in your room instead, squinting at him over the top of your arm that’s curled around his chest, your face pressed into his hair.

Wordlessly he orders his son to get up. You need your sleep.

Shino refuses, the furrow of his eyebrows and the emotion in his eyes clearly visible without his glasses on. Shibi’s eyebrows rise. This is unusual.

With a tiny mewl, the feline rises from its place on his arm and jumps onto the bed, settling in the tiny space where your body doesn’t touch Shino’s, eyeing Shibi as if to ask him what he’s still doing there, standing up.

He’s questioning it himself, not sure if this isn’t just a weird dream.

After all, in the reality he knows, he does not have a kitten or a son that does not listen to what he was told.

One of Shino’s Kikaichu crosses him, telling him to please close the blinds and the door and Shibi gives up, following his son's orders instead of enforcing it to be the other way around.

He does, however, inform him that he’s making breakfast and wants him down to eat with him.

But he’s no fool. He can only hope his son will grow hungry instead. Why? He will not risk waking you up in favor of dragging Shino down.

By the time you come down for lunch, Shino’s been acting as well-behaved as ever for hours.

Shibi had not enjoyed the lecture he had to give, probably even less than Shino enjoyed listening to it.

But he seemed to understand as much as a four-year-old could understand that there was a difference between sleeping at night and sleeping during the day. That a nap was different than catching up on the sleep you’d missed because you worked through the night.

All self-restraint seems to fly out the window, however, when your feet hit the last step of the staircase.

Shino’s by your side in a second, his eyes roving over your face as his Kikaichu already claim your arm.

“You look tired.” His observation is spot on, but you stop to smile.

“I am tired.” You tell him honestly, “But that’s something I have to deal with during night shift week. It would be unfair if I’d be the one who never had to work night shifts, you know?”

“Did you sleep less because I was there?”

Shibi flinches at the question and avoids your eyes when you look at him.

“You were not a distraction if that’s what you ask. But I never sleep well after a night shift. That’s just how it is.”

“Can I help?” Shino’s face is open, his attention completely on you.

Shibi can’t look away either, not when a warm smile lights up your face.

“I feel like I missed out on taking you to bed last night. Can we hug a bit while the coffee brews?”

She opens her arms for him and he steps forward cautiously, letting out a surprised gasp and a cloud of Kikaichu when you lift him up easily, your arms crossed under his legs to hoist him up.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” You smile, his face close to yours. “Now, tell me what you did all morning without me, would you?”

Shibi’s mind is split in two. One half is happy, can’t stop watching the way Shino relaxes against you. It reminds him of different times when Shino was clinging to him instead.

You’re good with the boy, allowing him to be a child with all that entails.

But he can never stop worrying.

Isn’t Shino too heavy to be carried around this much? Should he get used to it again now that he’s four? He’s going to start advanced training soon and falling back into old habits won’t do him any good there. If he won’t stop clinging to you, it will affect all of them negatively when you have to leave for work.

Right after lunch, Toshiko knocks on the door, asking politely if Shino wants to come with her and Muta for the day. There’s work to do at the pumpkin patches and Muta promises to play with him as well.

Shino seems hesitant, torn between the idea of playing with Muta and staying with you.

“You should go.” Shibi tries to encourage him. “We need to have a grown-up talk anyway.”

As if on cue, Shino’s rebellious streak from this morning returns, his lower lip jutting forward in a pout. Before he can speak, however, you lower yourself to his height and whisper something into his ear.

Shino considers it for a long moment before he nods and turns to Toshiko.

“I’ll get my shoes. Did you know that we have a cat? His name is Okita.”

Toshiko looks surprised, even more so when Shino does not only bring his shoes but Okita as well, the feline mewing loudly in protest at being woken up.

“We found her yesterday.” You explain, taking the kitten from Shino’s hands. “We’re not sure if we can really keep her or if she already belongs to someone. But she seems to like Shino.”

The truth, Shibi has already understood, is far simpler. Okita, like everyone else in the Aburame household, likes you. All the other people are just there to be used as pillows or food dispensers.

--.-.-.-.- Airi -.-.-.-.-

When Shino has left and Okita has settled in one of the arm chairs, the house falls silent.

It would be so easy to let yourself fall into that silence, to let it carry you away.

But this is something you have to talk about, even if you’re used to keeping your head low and your questions to yourself.

“Chiasa,” you ask because it’s been on the tip of your tongue for some while, “Is she your mother?”

Shibi looks up from the tea he’s been pouring, surprise evident on his features even without his eyes being visible.

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“No one ever introduced us that way.” You explain, trying to keep your voice light. “And I can’t go on assuming things, can I? You- Do you communicate through the bugs? The Kikaichu, I mean?”

Shibi nods again. “Yes. We can hold complete conversations through them. It’s difficult for Shino. Why? He has not many people around that need him to use words. He is not used to explaining himself.”

“I’ve noticed. Do the…” You stop for a second, the incident from yesterday still fresh in your mind. “Do the Kikaichu only respond to commands or would they respond to something less formulated as well?”

“What do you mean?”

You explain quickly what happened, both at Yori’s house and with Shikamaru. Shibi’s shoulders are squared when you end, his hands tight around the tea cup he’d been offering you.

“You should not have gone outside the complex without help. I’ve noticed today how he used his Kikaichu to keep you close but this was highly dangerous. You have no expertise in stopping him should he lose control.”

“Then show me.” You interrupt his agitated speech calmly even though your own heart races. Thinking how it could have turned out instead is not good for you nerves.

“I don’t think you-” You interrupt him again, this time with a quick movement of your hands.

“Please hand me my tea.” You instruct him but he does not move.

“What?” His voice is strained now as he tries to fight the shadow bindings.

“I am not helpless. I just need instructions.” You explain. A cloud of black Kikaichu erupts from his sleeve instead, carrying the teacup towards you.

“And you misunderstand the danger of the Kikaichu.”

“If Shino’d really be this dangerous, you would not have let me be alone with him at all.” You remind him softly and accept the tea, cutting the shadow bindings as you do so.

“Let’s sit down.” You feel tired again but this discussion isn’t something you can escape from. “You wanted to tell me your opinion on the matter.”

Shibi is quiet for a long moment and you let him gather his thoughts.

“There are four things we need to discuss today.” He begins, his hands resting on his knees, palms down. He looks calm and collected but you’re starting to realize that there might be hiding more under the surface.

“First, I have thought of unwritten rules you need to know to keep up a united front. I did not think Shino would ever rebel against a rule until today. He was instructed to let you sleep and yet he must have woken you at some point.”

“I wasn’t asleep yet when he came by. He told me that he was itchy and needed my help to bathe.”

Shibi looks surprised. “He did not complain about it at all the night before. But I have noticed that he’s looking for reasons to spend time with you. As much as it pleases me that he likes you, you cannot give in too easily and spoil him. He used to be like that with me when he was about two years old. He was clinging to me every minute I was home and when I had to leave for work or missions, he’d cry and be inconsolable.”

“Shibi.” He looks up from his hands that are now gripping the fabric of his trousers.

“He’s four.” You remind him softly, “If he wants to cuddle, he should be able to do so. I know we have a lot of work to do but suppose…” You hesitate and let the thought form itself properly, thankful that Shibi gives you the time and space for it.

“Suppose we arrange half an hour a day where he gets to cuddle us. Individually. Just like we told him that nap time was important if he wanted to be able to stay up longer. I did agree to cuddle with him before I had to leave for work so maybe that would help?”

“Half an hour?” Shibi’s voice sounds contemplative. “Just cuddling? What would that entail?”

It’s the way he asks, suddenly so unsure of himself, that makes you reach out and close one of your hands around his, your eyes fixed on his glasses.

“It’s about skin-to-skin contact. Hugging, holding hands, just sitting next to each other and touching as you work. Whatever you both feel comfortable with.”

You move to release his hand but he tenses for the tiniest fraction of a second and you stop, unsure how to proceed.

Shibi is your husband. As far as you can tell, he’s a nice man. One that’s probably even more touch starved than his son. Maybe, just maybe, the Aburame Clan isn’t just as touch starved as any other Shinobi. Maybe it’s even worse.

Softly you lifted your joined hands from his knee and place them on the couch cushions between you, smiling encouragely at Shibi.

“So, cuddling hour… what else?”

Your hands are still entwined when he agrees to the cat.

He pulls back, however, when he addresses the third thing on his list. His wife.

“I have thought about it.” He admits, his voice low. “And I do understand your reasoning. But I have no idea how to introduce her into Shino’s life like nothing happened.”

“It will come up,” you promise him, “And when it does, you can try and answer as truthfully as you possibly can. If you want it to come up when you’re ready for it, bring out something that used to be hers. Shino’s a curious kid. He will ask.”

“Did you have something like that?” Shibi asks. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

“My mother died first.” You tell him softly. “And she left me this quilted blanket made from all my old baby clothes. It grew with me, you could say. There’s a story attached to every square of this blanket and in the short time between my mother’s and my father’s death, it soothed both of us to sit there and look at every square and talk about it. I still have it and like to look at it when times get rough.”

“I do not want to undermine your position in this household.” Shibi’s voice is scratchy now, tick with feeling too.

You freeze for a second, realizing what he’s talking about.

“Wouldn’t she want you to be happy?” You ask, your voice mirroring his now. “Because if the roles were reversed, I’d want Jurou to be happy. I might have to remind myself sometimes that I’m allowed to be happy without him, but I know he’d want me to be happy. And I think it’s important that children know that their parents ultimately want them to be happy.”

After that conversation, the two of you fall quiet again.

It’s a heavy, but comfortable quiet, like a thick wollen blanket in winter.

Even though the topic feels fit for a late night or a rainy afternoon, the sun outside is shining bright and you can hear birds singing outside, Okita perched at the window to watch them fly.

Your eyes always come back to Shibi.

You think that even without the high collar and the sunglasses it would be hard to read him, his face not giving much of his thoughts away.

Maybe it’s the time spent with Shino that makes you more attuned to him, though, seeing features and behaviors repeated in this smaller version of him.

Their eyebrows are the same and even though their angle suggests that they’re always annoyed, you’ve come to notice how they look when they truly are annoyed.

You wonder how much longer it will take you to read Shibi like a book and if that’s ever going to be possible.

He pulls you out of your reverie when he leans forward and puts one large hand on your right, entwining his fingers with yours.

“The last point,” he starts and you can hear it, the little quiver in his voice, that tells you that he’s nervous.

“This has been a quiet house. Why? Partly because we have been communicating in a different way, but we also do not speak if we feel we have nothing important to say. It has changed since you arrived. Shino talks a lot more. But you might still need a lot of patience with Shino and me. Why? Shino wants to talk to you but he is not used to verbal communication. He will tell you what he’s learned again and again and again. And I…”

He stops, his mouth a tense line.

You can’t help but assume that like in most things, he’s like his son too. He wants to talk, but he doesn’t know how or what about.

“I like talking to you.” You realize just how true these words are when they slip from your mouth. Shibi is always calm and patient, never one to judge your words before you’ve got a chance to explain yourself. The past years and experiences might leave you tense in most conversations, afraid to ask questions, but Shibi’s calm presence is like the ease you never knew you could have.

“How about that…” You offer softly, “I will ask any question that comes to my mind and you will do the same? That way we’ll obviously have to talk more.”

There’s a hint of a smile on his lips. Only a heartbeat later he opens his mouth again.

“What is your favorite snack?”

You can’t help but laugh at that question. “I… Gosh, I have no idea. But I usually go shopping like this…”

#my writing #Shibi x reader #Shibi Aburame x reader #Shibi Aburame #Shino Aburame #arranged marriage #Second chance romance #Naruto fluff #Naruto imagine #Naruto fanfiction

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dumbass-tumbler-cryptid · 1 year ago

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Oh yeah, I would totally love seeing bits of Spider's childhood in To Be Your Own Man!

So originally when i saw your ask earlier today I was just going to say yeah maybe down the line I'll write a few one shots in this Au or something but then a whole story popped into my head and I couldn't resist so here you go!

I'm thinking of calling it Military Brat

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Miles Sr sighed as he looked out his bedroom window. The world was still and dark, not even the birds chirping to herald the dawn. He quietly set about his morning routine being careful to not wake the toddler sleeping on the other side of his bed. His little boy had had another nightmare last night, an event that had steadily increased in frequency since the sudden death of his wife.

The father was ready to leave only half an hour after waking, dressed in his military uniform, sipping coffee out of a travel thermos. He sighed again, as he stood over his peaceful son. He hated to disturb him, but he had no choice. He laid a gentle hand on the boy’s little shoulder, rocking him awake. The toddler whimpered in protest. “Come on tiger. We need to go.” Finally he sat up, rubbing his tiny fist into tired bleary eyes.

His father scooped him up, carrying him to his room, to get him dressed and ready to leave. He was still so sleepy, that his Papa manipulated him like a rag doll, pulling uncooperative little limbs into clothes, cradling his son's face in one hand while he attempted to brush the toddler’s wild mane of bright blond curls with the other. His boy fell back asleep, a thin line of drool escaping his mouth and landing on his father’s dress pants.

Another deep sigh. This was going to be a long day.

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He arrived at his office promptly at 5:30, immediately setting about his work. It was his first day back after his bereavement leave and he had a lot to do. “Hey boss,” Lyle called from the hall, shouldering his way through the door, “I’ve got some paperwork I need to go over with you….” His second in command looked up, finding his nephew sleeping against his father’s chest. The office itself had been toddler proofed, an absurdly tall toddler pen tucked into the corner by the desk. “…what the hell?”

“Ssshh, don’t wake him up.” Miles Sr scolded.

Lyle quietly shut the door, taking a seat, whispering,“I thought you were kidding when you said you’d be bringing little Miles to work with you.”

“When have you ever known me to kid?”

Lyle gave his boss an exasperated look, “you can’t bring a toddler to a military base every day.”

The father shrugged, “sure I can. I’m the boss.”

That simple logic did not assiege his second in command's doubts, “have you never heard of daycare?”

Miles Sr scoffed at this, “as if I’d let some stranger watch my boy.”

Lyle rolled his eyes, “boss…I know you're going through it right now after Paz’s death but…”

He was cut off by a withering look, “Junior is staying with me. End of story. Now what did you need to talk about?”

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The morning had gone smoother than Miles Sr had bargained for. Junior had fully woken up around seven. He had looked around the unfamiliar surroundings curiously before his eyes found his Papa, who was diligently working on his computer. The father took a quick break, to give his son some breakfast, then put the boy into his play pen. The thing looked more like a toddler prison, specially built by Miles Sr himself, to be Junior proof. He swore his son had learned to climb before he could even walk. The toddler had been escaping every play pen he had ever bought since he was ten months old. So he took it upon himself to make something tall enough to keep Junior contained that lacked space for any tiny feet or hands to find purchase.

Until lunch Junior was content to play in his “baby jail”, babbling to himself while banged his toys together. But after hours of this the boy had had enough. “Papa. Papa,” he called reaching his arms up in a bid to be held. Miles Sr lifted his son up, cradling him on his lap while he continued his work. “No, no,no. Down. Down, Papa.” Tiny fists collided with his chest as Junior squirmed for release. He sighed returning the boy to his play pen. “No!” Tears started to spring in his big brown eyes. He reached up once again. “Papa!”

The father sighed, while picking up his son. “I know you want to run around but y’a can’t,” he gently scolded, “so you can either play in your pen or sit on Papa’s lap. Those are your options.” The boy pouted, eyes watery. When he didn’t respond his Papa chose for him, returning to his desk with Junior in tow. He bounced the toddler on his knee in an attempt to comfort the sniffling boy. It didn’t get him laughing like he had hoped but Junior at least calmed down.

Then little hands began reaching for things on his desk. Junior was quick too, one second watching his father type, the next snatching a pen, or important document laid out in front of him, crushing it in his fist. For the hundredth time that day Miles Sr sighed, gently prying his son’s hand open to release the objects. He checked the time. It was almost one, well past time for him to take his lunch break. He stood, setting his son on the ground while keeping a hold on his hand. “Let’s go get some grub.”

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What was a military obstacle course if not an adult sized playground. That was Miles Sr logic anyway as he ate his lunch, while keeping an eye on Junior as he happily climbed around the line of tires they used for high stepping. The boy looked so proud of himself as he played, sunlight in his hair, a big smile on his face. The sight made him smile too, his heart warming with love. Junior hadn’t smiled that wide since Paz had died.

The realization made him lose his appetite, throwing the last of his sandwich to the birds. He approached his son, crouching down to his level, “what’cha doin’ tiger.” He playfully ruffled his hair making the toddler laugh. He scooped his son up, throwing him into the air and catching him. Junior alway loved that, shrieking with joy as he flew through the air.

Half an hour of intense play time should do the trick, Miles Sr thought as he began to chase Junior around the deserted field. He’d get all that extra energy out of him, return to his office, then put his boy down for a nap.

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The day was drawing to a close. Junior had napped for the majority of the afternoon only waking up within the last hour of the work day. He contentedly played with his toys after that, until his Papa stood from his desk and started packing up his briefcase. “Ready to go home?” Papa asked, lifting him out of the pen.

“Yes!” The toddler cheered. Miles Sr carried his son down the long halls of the base receiving a mixture of different looks as he went. Shock, disbelief, even a few laughs at the sight of their big grisled commander, with his adorable son balanced on his hip.

The Colonel abruptly turned on them all, causing them to frantically avert their eyes. There was a beat of silence where every soldier in the room felt their heart in their throat then, “say goodbye Miles.”

The little boy’s eyes lit up, as he turned in his fathers hold to face the crowd, “Bye, bye,” he said with a tiny wave. Even the most hardened soldier in the room couldn’t help but find it cute. Some even waved back. With a smirk Miles Sr continued making his way to the parking garage. He definitely felt more tired than he usually did after work but it had been a wonderful day, better than he ever could have imagined given the circumstances.

Once Junior was settled in his car seat, his father began the journey home, reflecting on how the day went, and how he could make it better tomorrow. Because this had to work. Now that he was a single parent he had no other options, no family he trusted to look after his son, and definitely no preschool he’d entrust with his boy’s care not until he did a thorough background check of every worker, and family that entered the building. And that took time, more time than he had.

Besides, after everything their family had been through recently, he wanted to keep Junior close. His son was so innocent and vulnerable. He couldn’t stand the thought of any more misfortunes befalling him. So the best place for him to be was with him, where he could protect him from every hardship the world had to offer.

#miles spider socorro #miles quaritch #spider socorro #colonel miles quaritch #my fanfic #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar 2

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greypetrel · 11 months ago

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What is the first thing each of your OCs does when they wake up?

Hi Mo! ✨

Ok, this got me thinking a little and it's become a morning routine description, oops? xD Alyra on top and the rest under the cut!

(hi, if you're reading, feel free to ask me about my blorbos! :3)

Alyra: Grabs the knife under her pillow better. Just to be sure, she checks she's alone in the room. She found out three assassins this way, don't blame her. She gets up, get dressed, has a quick breakfast up to her room as she reads her mail and reports. Cleaning up takes longer, she has a very precise routine (she's the one that in a modern AU will go fully Korean routine), carefully braids her hair so by the time she walks out she's in pristine condition. If she's with Morrigan, the first thing in the morning is greeting Kieran and teach him to wield a dagger. Mages can use some self-defense too, keep that dagger straight, you don't want to cut yourself. (it's a real dagger? Yes. He'll pay more attention like this). If she's with Alistair, the ritual includes waking him up when she's done with her hair. "You can't braid anyway, why would I wake you up sooner?" "You're so romantic, my heart is melting." "Don't let it trickle on the carpet, please."

Raina: Rolls over, groans loudly, begs Beowoof to let her sleep and to go to her brother (but scratches his ears anyway because he is a good boi). When said brother arrives and free her from the dog, she falls back asleep for some times more, if she's not particularly stressed or anxious. Stays in bed anyway. When she wakes up for real, it's a kiss to Merrill and one to Bela, and then she goes kick Fenris out of bed (he's very happy about it, yes, only besties threaten each other of very painful deaths. "Yes yes you can take my uterus first, please do if it'll free me of periods. Here, I'll raise my shirt for you, suit yourself.") and get some exercise together. He was the one to train her with some better form with her daggers, they kept the habit. By the time Garrett is back, everyone is ready for breakfast.

Garrett: Stretches and smiles to the new day, kisses Fenris good morning, dresses, retrieves Beowoof from Raina's room. Goes jogging as he walks the dog, enjoys the city in the hours of dawn when just the bakers and fishermen are up and about. He won't really miss Kirkwall, but he will remember fondly running around with the dog, greeted by the early workers and enjoying the sky painting in nice colours, enjoying the quiet and be able to think better than in the house. Plays some with the dog, buys some baked goods for everyone and then heads back home for breakfast.

Aisling: Rolls over and cuddles the person she sleeps with as she rests for 5 minutes more. When she's alone she fights her maid, Frida, that gets her out of bed each morning and scolds her because she stayed awake to the wee hours again and she is surly and groggy now and she left her room a mess. The scolding task was officially left to Cullen with a relieved sigh when he moved over to her room. A pity he sleeps as little as her, so poor Frida now has to wake up TWO people who slept to little and are groggy. After then it's breakfast time. Post Trespasser, she'll walk the dogs and go feed the animals as Cullen cooks breakfast for them.

Radha: She wakes up naturally each morning at the same hour. Doesn't stand too long in bed and gets up. She's very grumpy when she's just awake, and the first thing is always going to get some tea to wake up, which she sips while reading. After she has her tea, she is functional and can be spoken to and can properly start with her morning activities. The clan knows she's even less talkative in the morning, she makes herself scarce in Skyhold until she's functional. Solas learnt quickly that every greeting before tea is only met with a "No." (he finds her cute).

Max: Switches off her alarm clock, wakes Liara up if she's there with a horribly cheesy pet name. She uses a new one each day. Feed the fishes and hope they won't die, feed the hamster and then some light exercise, a shower, get dressed and fix her make-up. Then she goes to the kitchen to brew some coffee herself because nobody is allowed to touch her moka pot anymore after Gardner washed it with soap, and coffee is the only one thing her petty-italian gene will run strong about (she eats pineapple on pizza and breaks the spaghetti, would live on junk food and fizzy drinks, but coffee? Espresso or death). A cup of coffee, some biscuits as she reads the news, and she's good to go to.

#petrel replies #morning routines #this was fun xD #anders started a rumour that Alyra's hair won't get ruffled if you try #after the first time they went camping and she emerged from her tent in the morning in perfect conditions not a lock out of place.#Everyone else looking like they had a close encounter with a Pride Demon? NOT HER.

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captainmaplesblog · 1 year ago

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Life of Lea Volume 1 Prologue: Chapter 0: Last Day of Normal

It was a quiet and peaceful morning as it was going to be a long day as it was New Year’s Eve, December 31, 2014. Our story begins at the Guerrero household that lay in the city known as West Cove. It was a cold Wednesday day as the oldest daughter, Lea Guerrero, was still laying in bed as she was still fast asleep. The second daughter, Alyssa, then walked down the hallway to wake up her big sister as she was the only one still asleep in the house.

Alyssa bursts into the room loudly, “Lea! Time to wake up now! You are the only one still sleeping, Mom wants us to go to church today since it’s New Year’s Eve” she said as she walks over to Lea’s bed.

Lea groans in annoyance at this rude awakening as she refused to get out of bed she turns to lie on her side making her back face her little sister with her dark chocolate brown hair fell over her face.

“Lea! Get up! It’s time for breakfast!” Alyssa said as she tries to pull the big thick dark blue blanket off of Lea’s body.

Lea groans as she held onto her blanket and mumbles, “ I’ll be there in 5 minutes… let me stretch first…no need to be so assertive on me first thing in the morning”.

“Ok,” Alyssa says contently before leaving the room with the door wide open despite not hearing the last part of what Lea had said to her.

Lea sighs as she starts to stretch her arms then stretches her back and ankles. She knew if she didn’t stretch her body would be completely stiff which was not fun for her. Lea then got out of her bed and fixes it before walking over to the kitchen.

“Good Morning, Lea,” Mom says with a smile as she turns to look at her.

“Morning…” Lea replied in a soft voice as she made her way to her usual seat at the kitchen table that was next to the glass door.

“Don’t get too excited, Lea” Dad says sarcastically in a joking matter.

Lea just looks at him like well you weren’t woken up rudely as she got comfortable in her seat.

“Did you sleep well, Lea?” Mom asked her as she helped serve her food she gave her a sunnyside-up egg and 3 pieces of bacon.

“Yea… it was alright” Lea replied as she yawns lightly before rubbing her eyes.

“That’s good,” Mom said before she then serves herself food.

“I had a weird dream though…” Lea exclaims as she cuts off a piece of her egg.

“Hm…alright well let’s pray now” Dad replied as he was eager to start eating.

Lea nods as she puts her hands together for their blessing of the meal prayer, afterward they then start eating their eggs and bacon.

“Any of you want a drink?” Mom asked as she got up from her seat.

“Milk…” Lea exclaims as Alyssa and their dad nod in agreement.

Mom nods in agreement and then gets up to get the carton of milk from the fridge before pouring the milk into their cups.

Lea ate her food quietly as she tries to stay awake. “Damn it… I didn’t fall asleep until like 2 am…well at least I got 9 hours of sleep…maybe I’ll get better sleep tonight” Lea thought to herself.

Lea then takes a big sip of her glass of milk in between her bites of eggs and then her bacon. After everyone ate their food, they all got ready for church, while Mom stayed back to clean up the dishes before getting ready herself. Lea then went to her daily pill container with her glass oc milk before taking a sip to take her meds. Afterward, she went to her closet to choose what she was wearing today and then went to the downstairs bathroom that was across from her bedroom, to take a shower. While Lea was in the shower, she used most of the hot water since she liked her showers warm as it felt good on her skin as well as refreshing when waking up. She then turned around to get her 2 in 1 shampoo and conditioner before putting it on her hair to wash it.

Alyssa knocks on the bathroom door, “ Lea! Don’t use up all the hot water! I still need to take a shower too!” she said a bit annoyed as she practically banged on the door to get her sister’s attention with how loud the air conditioner is.

“Yea ok!” Lea replied not caring as she finished up in the shower with rinsing out her hair and washing her body with soup before rinsing that off.

Lea then turns off the water in the shower and got out while getting her towel off the towel rack. She then dries her hair and then her body before putting on her deodorant. After getting dressed, Lea shaved a bit and then brushes her hair after drying it. When she opened the door, she could hear Alyssa complaining in the upstairs bathroom since she used most of the hot water. Lea shrugs it off as she goes back to her room to watch some Danny Phantom reruns. Alyssa later came into Lea’s room after her shower, it was obvious that she was angry at her for what she did with the water.

“I told you not to use up all the hot water, Lea!” Alyssa exclaims in a loud voice.

“I didn’t use it all up plus you told me that a tad bit too late anyways so don’t go blaming me but also you didn’t exactly say please either” Lea replied as she turned to look at her.

Alyssa groans in annoyance before leaving the room and going back upstairs. Lea sighs and goes back to watching her rerun episodes as she was now a bit annoyed from being yelled at. Dad shakes his head as he had heard them yelling at each other but was a bit happy that it was a short argument this time. After everyone finished getting ready, they then went into the blue Honda and went straight to church as they were a little bit late. Lea had her black earbuds in her ears as she listened to her music on the ride to the church. They parked at the far side of the parking lot as it was going to be a crowded mass.

They were probably going to have to stand through it which Lea didn’t like since she had flat feet like flatter feet than her mom. They all stood by the wall, waiting for a seat on one of the benches to have room. This didn’t happen until after getting the Eucharist, Lea sighs in relief as she finally got to sit down and the non-existent arches in her feet could relax. After church, they went to the guy who was selling food at the back entrances of the church and bought some Mexican corn. It was so messy and yet so good even if it was a bit spicy as the corn was covered with mayo, cheese, and hot flakes and luckily it was only $2.50 for each one.

They ate their Mexican corn on the way back home, as they tried not to make a mess in Mom’s blue Honda. When they got home, Lea went into her room to relax and finish up her Mexican corn as lunch wasn’t for another hour or so. After finishing her Mexican corn, Lea turned on the television and watched a Kim Possible rerun. She would occasionally go on her phone as she was texting her long-time best friend, Vanessa Maximus.

“So can I call you, dude?” Vanessa texted her.

“ Sure” Lea texted her back.

Lea answered Vanessa’s phone call, “Hi,” she says.

“Hey dude” Vanessa replies.

“So what’s up?” Lea asked her.

“Not much and you?” Vanessa replied.

“Well, lately I’ve been having weird dreams… I don’t how to react to them though” Lea explains.

“Oh, how so dude? What happens in these dreams?” Vanessa asks her.

“ I don’t remember much other than seeing ice when the dream starts” Lea replied.

“Hm…ok, well how long have you been having this dream?” Vanessa says.

“Oh well… they’ve been happening for a couple of days now” Lea replied with a soft yawn.

“Alright well I have to go, Leo wants to play video games with me” Vanessa exclaims as her brother’s voice could be heard in the background of their phone call.

“Alright then, bye” Lea replied as she wondered what Leo and Vanessa were gonna play this time.

“Yea bye,” Vanessa says before hanging up.

Lea hangs up as well then puts her phone down on her bed then gets up to throw the leftover corn in the kitchen’s trashcan. Mom glances at her as she made lunch as it got closer to 2 pm.

“Hm…I wonder what’s for lunch…” Lea thought to herself as she came into the kitchen.

“Lea, did you take your meds this morning?” Mom asked her as she didn’t see her bring her meds to the table.

“Yea, I did, I took it when I went back to my room to get ready for church” Lea replied as she had brought her cup from earlier back from her room before handing it over to Mom.

“Good, don’t skip them again” Mom warned her before washing Lea’s cup for her.

“I won’t, Mom” Lea replied with a soft and slightly sarcastic tone as she walks back to her room.

“I guess we are having sandwiches for lunch,” Lea thought as she noticed what Mom had spread out on the counter was a loaf of bread, peanut butter, and strawberry jelly.

Lea sighs as she lays in her bed as she went back to watching Kim Possible. After it ended Lea switched to a different channel only to see her golden retriever, Cloud, walk into the room, since she didn’t close her door too often.

“Hey, Cloud” Lea says to him as she turns to look at him.

Cloud just looked at her with his big dark brown eyes before moving closer to be petted. Lea sighs and gently pets his head as if she could ever say no to his cute puppy dog eyes.

“Happy now?” Lea asks him as if he would ever reply to her.

Cloud nudges his head against her hand as he wanted to be petted more as a response to her question.

“Spoiled dog” Lea mumbles to herself as she giggles lightly at his love for attention.

Cloud huffs as he nudges against her hand again as he insisted that she continue to pet his head. Lea sighs in annoyance and makes him leave the room as she did ‘That’s enough’ and ‘You can go now’ hand gestures. Only for Cloud to look at her blankly and lie down in the hallway. Lea shakes her head and goes back to watching the episode that she had playing on her tv. After 10 minutes, Mom finished making the food for lunch then goes Lea’s room and knocks on the door.

“ Lea, time for lunch,” Mom says as she stood in the doorway before making her way to the living room.

“Alright Mom, I’m coming” Lea replied as she got up from her bed.

Lea reaches for the tv remote and then turns off the television, before going over to the kitchen. Everyone serves themselves food and then sat on the couch in the living room. Alyssa, who was already on the couch with her food, got ahold of the living room remote and turns on the television before Lea could do so first. Alyssa then put on one of her shows that she liked but to Lea, who thought they were too ridiculous to watch for too long. Lea glanced at her with a ‘Really now?’ and ‘Why this show of all reasons?’ kind of expression. Alyssa just looked at her with a ‘suck it up girl’ kind of smug expression.

Lea rolls her eyes and sighs before taking a bite out of her sandwich and watching the show. As the show went to commercial, Lea saw that her favorite old movie was going to be played later tonight which made her happy.

“We’re not going to watch that,” Alyssa says as she scrunches up her nose a little bit in disapproval.

“Why not? It’s a good movie” Lea replied with a pout as she glanced at Alyssa.

“No, it’s not, it’s boring, plus you’ve seen this movie already” Alyssa complains as she recalled the other times she replayed all of her favorites.

“It’s not boring and I like re-watching it” Lea replied as she glares at

her.

“Yea but not all of us like re-watching it with you,” Alyssa says as she got angrier.

“You two stop it now and Alyssa you don’t have to be in the room when it’s on” Mom exclaims as she tries to break up their argument.

“Fine…” Alyssa groans a bit as she was still irritated at Lea before putting the volume up higher once her show got back on after the commercial break.

“Lea…” Mom says softly as she looks at her with a stern expression.

“Yea…ok” Lea replied still a bit sore from her sister’s comment towards her before taking another bite of her sandwich.

Mom shakes her head in disapproval with how Lea dismissed showing some amount of maturity after having a petty argument.

“You two need to stop arguing so much…it’s getting really old now” Dad nags them as he wanted to give his two cents on what just happened despite Mom already getting them two stops.

“Mhm…” Lea mumbles as she didn’t notice if Dad was even paying attention at all.

“Especially for you, Lea, you’re the oldest, you need to be the example for your sister” Mom exclaims as she wanted to make sure that Lea knew she should react differently.

Lea sighs in annoyance, “Yea…ok” she replied as she wondered why she was the only one getting lectured.

Mom shakes her head again as she realized maybe she hadn’t added to what her husband added in. While Lea took her time eating, Alyssa was the first to be finished her sandwiches before going over to the kitchen to take care of her plate. Lea finished her sandwiches last after everyone else had cleaned their plate and fork before putting them into the dishwasher. Alyssa doesn’t go back to the living room as she goes up the stairs back to her room. After taking care of her plate, Lea went back to her room to watch what she wanted to watch. She glances at the Princess clock on her bedroom wall that hung over her bed to see if it was 8 pm, so she could catch Who Framed Roger Rabbit when it started before quickly turning her tv back on.

Lea sighs, “This is going to be a long night after all,” she thought to herself as the movie was not on yet.

The door slowly creaks open as Cloud came into the room again as Lea didn’t close her door all the way.

“Oh…hey Cloud” Lea says in a soft tone as she glances at him.

Cloud sits in front of her and nudges his head into her hand to be petted again. Lea sighs and gently pets his head then scratches behind his ears as his tail began to wag around happily.

“You just love to be petted, don’t you?” Lea asked him.

Cloud huffs and then licks her hand when she stopped petting him.

“I finished petting you for now please let my hand rest, Cloud, go lay down for now, please” Lea exclaims before removing her hand from under his chin.

Cloud blinks a bit before laying down on the floor. Lea sighs and looks through the television guide as she records the movie, that she wanted to watch then turns off the television before laying flat in her bed. As Lea was about to close her eyes and get into a more comfortable position, Alyssa came into the room abruptly.

“Why are you taking a nap? You just ate” Alyssa nags her.

“I’m not taking a nap, I was giving my back a break” Lea snaps at her a bit as she got a bit defensive.

“Yea …mhm sure you were,” Alyssa said with a sarcastic tone as she was letting the annoyance she still had from earlier.

“I was! I was still going to play on my phone, also why did you come into my room like that?” Lea replied even more irritated.

“Yea ok,” Alyssa said still sarcastic before leaving the room as she didn’t bother answering her question.

Lea mumbles to herself in annoyance, “Geez…why can’t she be nice for once…” she thought to herself.

She then lays back down and goes on her phone to play her apps for a while.

“Lea, why don’t you draw instead of playing on your phone?” Mom asked her as she stood in the hallway with a basket of laundry.

“I would draw but I am currently having artist's block” Lea replied with a pout as she stopped her game to glance at Mom.

“Oh maybe try looking for inspiration ” Mom suggested to her before trying to open the door to the garage with one hand.

“Hm…maybe… I could put on some anime to try it out” Lea replied as she sat upwards.

“Alright, whatever helps you to stay awake for tonight” Mom exclaims before going into the garage.

“Mhm…” Lea mutters before putting her phone down on her bed and going on the computer that was in front of her bed in the corner of her room before pressing the power button.

As Lea waits for the computer to be turned on, Alyssa stood in the doorway with a mischievous grin.

“I thought you were going to play on your phone” Alyssa exclaims as she felt like poking the lion with a stick again.

“Yea I was but Mom brought up that I should draw instead of laying down so I’m going to watch anime” Lea replied as she gave Alyssa some side-eye.

“Hm…ok then” Alyssa mutters before walking off into the hallway to get a drink from the kitchen.

Lea sighs as she waits for the computer to load up. When it finally finished loading, Lea clicks on the Internet Explorer icon.

“This is going to take a while…” Lea thought to herself as she watched the loading circle turn around and around slowly. Lea waited about ten minutes before the Internet page was completely loaded.

“Ugh…it’s taking forever to load…but then again it is a pretty old computer,” Lea thought to herself as she remembered the day Mom got it.

She then clicks on the favorites icon and then clicks on her usual anime website on the favorites list. Lea sighs begrudgingly as she waits again for her anime page to load. After another ten minutes, her anime page finally finished loading. Lea then clicks on the lists of anime on the page so she could through the animes she has seen.

“Hm…which one…which one…should I watch this time” Lea mumbles to herself.

She first looks through the A list then the B list, then H, K, M, N, O, P, and S.

“Hm…maybe this one,” she said going back to the B list.

Lea then waits for the page to load again and then began to think to herself that maybe she should get a drink or snack while she waits.

“What should I eat and drink? Maybe milk and some Pocky or ramen ” she thought to herself.

Lea gets lost in thought as she didn’t notice that her anime page finished loading up since she had started staring at the wall. Alyssa had come back with her drink noticing Lea had zoned out and decided to sneak up on her for fun.

“Hey it finished loading up, Lea” Alyssa says as she tapped her shoulder hard.

“E-Eh? Oh ok,” Lea flinches slightly as she was caught off guard.

“Oh? What? Did I scare you?” Alyssa said as she starts to smirk at her.

“No, you didn’t,” Lea says with a pout as she lies to her face.

“Mhm…” Alyssa replied in a sarcastic yet amused tone.

“No need to be sarcastic nor smug” Lea snapped at her.

“Uhuh ok” Alyssa replied still sarcastic as she continued to metaphorically poke the lion with a stick.

“You can go now” Lea snaps at her again as she was done with Alyssa bugging & mocking her.

“Hm…maybe I’ll stick here” Alyssa exclaims with a big smirk.

“What? No, you can not” Lea replied with more anger in her tone as she wanted to be left alone now.

“Yes, I can,” Alyssa said as she lays on her bed as she continued to press on her sister’s buttons.

“Fine as long as you don’t bother me with my work” Lea replied as she tries to calm down.

“Kay your bed is comfy anyways,” Alyssa says as she got comfy and then plays on her phone.

Lea sighs and then looks at her phone as Vanessa was texting her about her latest family drama as she read it in her mind.

“Vanessa just can’t get a break from them…can she?” Lea thought to herself after sending her reply text before putting her phone back down on the table.

Alyssa looks at her confused, “Something happened with Vanessa again?” she asks her as she noticed the face Lea was making.

“Yea…it’s the same as always…”Lea replied in a sympathetic tone.

“What’s wrong with them…” Alyssa says in disapproval.

“I don’t know…it’s like they are so fixed on making both of their children robots or that they are living through their kids” Lea replied with a pout.

Alyssa shakes her head just before sitting up, picking up her cup from the desk, and then leaving the bedroom.

“Hm… maybe I’ll draw one of my OCs… which one should I draw is the question,” Lea thought to herself. Lea then gets her sketchbook, a pencil, an eraser, a pen, and her sharpener. She then thinks of what the pose should be.

“Hm…” Lea mutters as she looks at the clock on the computer noticing that it was time for her show as well as it was getting closer to dinner time.

She then closes the anime page that she had opened then turns off the computer before turning on the television again. Lea then sat on her bed as she watches Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

“It’s still good even after watching it over and over again,” Lea thought to herself.

She could hear her mom in the distance, cooking in the kitchen.

“Hm…I wonder what we will be eating for dinner…Hm… spaghetti with meatballs with garlic bread does sound good right about now” Lea thought to herself.

Lea picks up the tv remote off her bed and puts the movie on pause before going to the kitchen to ask her mom.

“Hey Mom, what’s for dinner?” Lea asked her in a soft tone.

“We are having spaghetti and meatballs” Mom replied with a cheery smile as she turned to look at Lea.

“Oh ok… will we be having garlic bread as well?” Lea asked her again curiously.

“Yes, we are, I know it’s your favorite” Mom replied as she checks if the water was boiling yet to see if the pasta was fully cooked.

“Alright cool,” Lea said happily before going back to her bedroom.

She then sits on her bed then picks up the tv remote before she presses the play button and resumes her movie.

Lea yawns lightly, “Maybe I’ll go to bed early tonight,” she thought to herself.

Lea got through 15 minutes of the movie before being called for dinner by her mom.

“Lea! Time for dinner!” Mom exclaims from the kitchen as the walls in the house weren’t exactly thickly layered.

She then turns off the television and joins the others in the kitchen as they served themselves food. They then all sat in the living room, with Lea, Alyssa, and Mom, on the couch, while Dad sat in his big brown rocking chair that was beside the wall near the glass door that led over to the backyard. Lea then picks up the tv remote first before turning the television on and putting the movie on she was watching earlier.

Alyssa sighs in annoyance, “Why…” she groans as she glares at Lea as she was hoping that Lea didn’t get the remote first.

“That’s because I can’t watch it in my room right now” Lea replied with a slight smug smile.

“Fine but I’m changing it when you leave” Alyssa huffs in defeat.

“That’s fine” Lea replied with more smugness in her tone.

They then ate their spaghetti with meatballs and garlic bread as they watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

Lea then got up and got herself a cup of milk, Dad noticed, “Lea can you get me a drink too, please” he asked politely.

“Yea…ok” Lea replied with a sigh.

“Thank you,” Dad says with a smile.

“You're Welcome” Lea replied as she got him a cup of milk as well.

Lea then walks back with the drinks and hands over one of them to her dad then sat back in her seat. After everyone finished their food, they washed their dishes and then put them in the dishwasher. Lea went back to her room with her drink and took her pills.

“Lea, we are going to pray now,” Dad said as he stood in the doorway.

“Alright…I’ll be right there” Lea replied as she stood up and follows her dad upstairs.

Once they got to her parent’s room, Lea sat on the floor while Dad, Mom, and Alyssa lay on the bed. After they all prayed for 10 minutes, they all tell each other good night and then goes to their room. Lea yawns a bit before changing into her pajamas, which were just a t-shirt and shorts.

“Maybe I’ll finish watching the movie tomorrow,” Lea thought to herself before laying on her bed.

Cloud then came into her room and lays beside her bed as he curls up on one of her rugs.

“How cute you wanna sleep with me for once, I’m honored, so good night, Cloud” Lea said before closing her bedroom door.

She then curls up in her bed and closes her eyes after wrapping herself in her blanket and hugging her pink stuffed bunny.

“Hopefully I’ll get some sleep tonight,” Lea thought to herself.

After 20 minutes, Lea slowly falls asleep as her pink bunny starts to slip out of her grasp. As she starts to dream, she sees two creatures talking in an ice-like beach resort.

“…Who are they?” Lea thought to herself as she looked at them.

“This getting out of hand…more and more of us are going missing…we can’t go doing rash things, what were you thinking taking that book from her of all things!?” the blonde creature nagged the other.

“Well…what else could I do? She must be behind all of this so maybe this book has something…but if nothing works then we can go get Noemi to help us” the brunette creature replied.

“As that would even work…we haven’t seen her in so long let alone anyone else from her clan,” the blonde creature said in disagreement.

“We have to at least try!” the brunette creature replied.

“……How do they know my mom? But also how have they not noticed that I can see them? Can they not see me? I guess it doesn’t matter since they aren’t real, my imagination is really something, I guess” Lea said in confusion.

“Should I tell them where my mom is?... Maybe? I mean it doesn’t mean they can hear me either, despite me not talking softly in front of them but then again I’m not exactly yelling to get their attention either” Lea says to herself.

“Well if we do have to resort to looking for Noemi…where would we even start looking anyways?” the blonde creature asks in a defeated tone.

“Hm…well last I heard she was going to settle down with her family in a different dimension with the rest of her clan and her husband’s clan, so we can start there” the brunette creature exclaims as they assure the other.

“That might work but how will you get there? Let alone track down their location?” the blonde creature asks.

“Well as much as I love to ask for your help but I suppose I can ask _______ for help,” the brunette creature says as they leaned over to get something out of their pocket

“Of course, I would love to help you like I usually do but my brother is still missing, I have to keep looking for him when I can and besides your not the one who’s watching over this place while my boss is missing on top of that, sorry but I agree _______ can help you for the meantime” the blonde creature complains.

“True, you have a point there, I can’t fault you for juggling so much already…sorry…I am also worried about your brother…my _________…we both love him so much…” the brunette replied as they looked down.

“Of course…but we can’t resort to black magic…we might become evil from the book’s temptation, we don’t even know how that book came to be but at least you were wearing gloves when handling it” the blonde fairy explains.

“True but at least she can’t make anyone else disappear for now as long as we have her book, right?” the brunette creature replied as they glanced at the book on the counter that was laying on white gloves.

“Fair point but for now let’s hide it somewhere so nobody else can find it” the blonde exclaims as their hand starts to glow pink as the book started to float in the air.

“……Is this Snow White-looking book that bad? I wonder what kind of things it contains on its pages” Lea exclaims curiously.

“Perhaps we can hide it with the least expecting person we know,” the blonde creature suggests.

“That might work but we can never be too careful…maybe we can put it in my library” the brunette creature replied.

“Hm…might work let’s try it, maybe when _______ gets here he can put an illusion and protection spell on it” the blonde creature exclaims.

“True, I’ll go wait by the door til _______ arrives” the brunette creature replied before making their way across what appears to be a living room.

“Hm…perhaps I shouldn’t be here…I don’t think that situation has to do with me since they aren’t real beings” Lea mutters to herself as she slowly walks away from the two creatures.

“This sure is a pretty place… looks like it’d be really cold and yet I am still so comfy…why is that? Is it because I’m in a dream? Maybe so” Lea thought to herself as she makes her way out of what appeared to be a 2 story house before making her way onto the sand to look at the ocean and sunset as well as her current surroundings.

“Who knows…but what is with these dreams…I always return to this place and hear the same conversation over and over again… what does it all mean? I have had meaningful dreams and dreams that somehow predicted a specific event” she thought to herself as the dream came to an end.

#lifeoflea #original story #original characters #ocs #original scenery #artists on tumblr #my art

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help-help-i-need-an-adult · 7 months ago

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Being a night person who’s raised by a morning person often leads to literal abuse beyond the verbal and lack of access to things.

So, context of how much of a night owl I am. I remember being 3 years old and sleeping till noon if left to my own devices. This worked great when I convinced my parents I could be trusted to get myself to daycare (5 houses down) on my own. And I just would lie to the adults when I got there “I’ve been here all day! Playing outside! Can I have my lunch please?”. It worked. Kindergarten was a rude awakening though.

I literally didn’t sleep during the week when I was in school. Sunday-Thursday: no sleep. Because I COULDN’T fall asleep. And then I had to be up at 6am to get ready for school, feed myself, and catch a bus by 6:30. I’d barely hit the point where I could begin to fall asleep regardless of how tired I was by the time I had to be up.

I literally wore a uniform to school for years at a school that DIDN’T HAVE A UNIFORM because it was one less thing to take time and brainpower in the morning. That was a minimum of 10 more minutes I could be laying down pretending to sleep.

I didn’t do makeup either. Usually had a haircut I didn’t have to do more than brush. Same reason. I still don’t brush my teeth in the morning because I’d cut it out for, you guessed it, 2 more minutes laying down.

I always showered at night because I was awake enough and had the time. Ain’t no time for that in the morning.

Then on Friday night, I got to stay up and spend time with my dad and my older sister who’d come home from college for the weekend (nearly every weekend). And on Saturday, I’d (usually) get to sleep till I was ready to wake up. Which, considering I hadn’t slept for days, was a long ass time. When I did wake up, there would be no food left from breakfast and several passive aggressive comments about it. Then on Sunday, my morning person mom would force me awake for church.

I literally convinced mom that I wanted to attend the only historically black Lutheran church in my city because it still had an 11am start time from back when the mom’s all had to get white families ready for church first. I did like that church, but my motivation to attend that one and drive across the city for it was all about sleep. I only knew about it because my family had attended that church for a few years when I was very little so my brother could go to their school for free. You know what I remembered about it despite being 5 last time I’d been there? I didn’t have to wake up till 9-10am to go to that one. Any other church nearby would have been a 7am wake-up call.

I manipulated every aspect of my life that I possibly could using lying or plain neglect of my personal health to try and be able to survive the morning person world I was stuck in. But it didn’t make mornings easy to deal with.

On summer and winter breaks, I’d go walk around the neighborhood at night and climb trees and look at the moon, or read till I could finally sleep. Unless this was a “I’m gonna fix you” summer.

One summer when I was 11, mom shipped me off to live with her best friend 2-3 hour drive away for a dyslexia program. Mom expressed she was doubly thrilled because said friend enforced a mandatory 9am wake up time every day regardless of schedule. “This will fix your problem!” Literally I just spent the summer tired and bullied (her daughter was a bully and literally my first rapist.) but I did learn enough about spelling that I went from a 2nd grade to 12th grade reading level. But yeah. I remember being up till 5am every night because that’s when my body let me try and sleep usually.

Another summer, mom asked me to help her start a garden. This was fair. Mom is disabled and couldn’t do a lot of the beginning work of a garden. So I helped. I did the physical labor to turn the soil, add fertilizer, plant the seeds, etc. I was even prepared to go out and weed the garden once a week or something.

The next morning, she’s waking me up at 8am. “You have to go and water the garden!” She proclaims with clear joy and pep only a morning person or actor can muster that early. “No? It’s your garden. Watering is your job.” “But I can’t! You have to do it for me. You promised!”

1. I didn’t promise to maintain her guarded. I promised to help her with the physical labor beyond her physical capabilities.

2. Watering the garden DID NOT fall into that category because she could access and operate the garden hose just fine. She may have been slow about it, but she could absolutely do it.

3. If it had been a once in a while “I’m having a flare and feeling bad” or if she’d been hospitalized again, I would have watered her garden for her. No problem. But I’m not doing it for her every day. This was HER hobby. Not mine.

So, when she insisted I had to be the one to do this for her every day which meant waking up early because it “had” to be done when the sun was barely up, I picked up my pillow and blanket and went to sleep on the couch in the basement where she couldn’t follow me and couldn’t continue to easily harass me.

The garden died before it even started to grow. Mom didn’t want help with a hobby. She wanted me to be a morning person.

Another summer, my morning person mom was so upset about my lazy sleep schedule she tried to fix it with abuse.

She decided I would stay awake 2 full days and one full night in-between without even laying down and resting (which I did at least do during school weeks). Literally not allowed in my bed or to lay down until it was 9pm at the earliest on the 2nd day. Surprise surprise. This did NOT “fix” my sleep schedule. It just made me angry and meant I watched The Titanic a lot because some channel had it on every night for a month.

Another summer, my sister’s boarding school was also a fine arts summer camp, and she was working at the camp over the summer. She managed to pull some strings and get me a 6 week spot in their 3D art program. Every morning at 6:30am, we were all woken up, sent outside to gather around a flag-less flagpole, and sing a song “I’m alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic” over and over until they deemed us awake and enthusiastic enough to tell us the morning news. Then we’d eat breakfast, get ready for our stuff, clean our cabins, and head off to our individual classes. This was every day except Sunday for 6 weeks. The one time mom came to visit my sister and I during this adventure, she commented “this is great! You’re gonna have a healthy sleep schedule finally!” It didn’t change my default sleep schedule.

At one point, my mom started to suspect that maybe there was an actual medical underlying issue causing me not to be able to sleep. So she set me up with a sleep study. It came back with no issues. Nothing wrong with me whatsoever. My other problem was them asking “did you sleep?” When they put me in a completely dark room with no way of telling if time was passing or if I’d just slept and woken up without dreaming or noticing time didn’t pass. Very unhelpful.

But mom doubled down after that. Volunteered me to stay with my principal for a week in the summer and a week in the winter to look after and protect her from her chickens. Mom’s logic was “my sleep schedule is great because I was a farm kid and had to take care of cows. You’re a city kid. Send you to take care of time sensitive animals!” The week in winter turned into a month due to an ice storm. These adventures in “why I hate chickens and think we should eat them to keep them humble” did not fix my sleep schedule. It just meant I slept on a floor, in a sleeping bag, getting wood chips in my sleeping bag because the house didn’t have HVAC but a wood burning stove in the living room for warmth, and had to try and sleep with my principal on the only couch in the house 6 feet from me, while I Dream Of Jeanie or Bewitched played ALL night right above my head. And I was late for school every day. Because I was exhausted and not even sleeping on weekends in this environment. For a month. Not to mention the school work (high school and colllege) and part time job I was working.

This doesn’t even BEGIN to cover the passive aggressive way she’d wake up at 5:30-6am every day and turn on the morning news. She would turn the TV up as loud as it could possibly go “because I’m hard of hearing and it’s loud when I’m cooking! I need to be able to hear it!”

It was so loud the house would vibrate. I learned to sleep through this.

She didn’t care that she could just catch the same news an hour later while she was eating the breakfast she was eating and at a reasonable level. She didn’t turn the TV down when she sat down to eat anyway. Which is wild, because she always kept the TV loud but never THAT loud except for the morning news. She was trying to wake everyone up to match her schedule. I had to sit in the dinning room with that TV while I ate breakfast for school. At that volume. It’s a miracle IM not deaf. And people wonder why I talk so loud.

For context, she only did this to me. The rest of my family is full of night owls, but somehow, I was the problem.

She didn’t feel she could go after dad directly. My sister was the “golden child” and despite being a night owl with an obvious alcohol problem by 15, she did everything she was expected to often before she was asked and didn’t struggle with health issues, neurodivergency that anyone could pin point, or any of the other things that made me and my brother “problems.”

My brother is a night owl, but if you put him on a routine, he will begin to stick to it. It’s how he functions. Grandma put him on a sleep schedule when he was less than a year old and mom only had to correct it 2 or 3 times when the school wake-up time changed. So he’d stay up super late but then get up without issue or complaint the next day. So he was a problem child that got him shipped off to live with my aunt and uncle in another state one year, but his sleep schedule didn’t register to my mom as an issue.

But me? I couldn’t read at 2 years old and manage my own homeschooling like my sister could. I couldn’t be quickly forced into a routine like my brother.

So mom got creative.

And the creativity was toxic at best. Abusive at worst.

“But help-help, this is a reflection of your mom, not morning people.” Yes it is. Everyone above gave perfect clear examples of how morning people oppress night people on the macro. I gave you a specific and brutal example of the micro. They are the same issue. The same oppression.

(This also didn’t cover the naps she would take in the middle of the day. She didn’t have a job after I was in 4th grade, because, again, disabled. So she would wake up super early, do her morning routine, get me and dad out the door, then sit down in a recliner in front of the TV with reading material and the dog in her lap. She’d be asleep before noon. Then would STAY asleep until well after I got home. Because I was nice enough to try and let her sleep if I could. She’d wake up when dad got home and threw a fit that she hadn’t done even the dishes that day. And she’d be in bed again by 9 or 10. If I had to call her from school for an emergency, I had to really hope said emergency happened in first or second period so mom would be awake to hear the phone ring. I often was stranded places FOR HOURS alone and at night (college campuses where choir rehearsal took place) because she fell asleep and didn’t come and get me. One time, this got me in trouble with the front office. It was a half day and she said she was picking me up so don’t take the bus. I figured this was within her awake schedule. So I didn’t take the bus. And she didn’t show up. And she didn’t answer the phone. The lady at the front desk was supposed to be in an all staff meeting but was stuck watching me and mad about it and lecturing me. I was there till when school was supposed to let out normally when mom finally showed up. Of course, she’d slept through it. She apologized over and over but really? I didn’t want an apology. I wanted to not be stranded all the time because of her naps. She knew she’d fall asleep, why not set an alarm? Her alarm clock work her up just fine at 6am. I used to make the jokes to other kids who were occasionally late to being picked up from choir “so your parents don’t love you either, huh?” It wasn’t till my last year in that choir that they mandated an adult stay with the kids till they were picked up. I’m assuming I finally made the joke to the wrong kid. That was also the only year mom convinced dad to take some of the responsibility to come get me after rehearsal. So I only pissed off the choir adults one day a week instead of two unless there was a performance I was also going to be picked up late from. No cellphone of my own during any of this, by the way. If something had gone wrong, I would have just been gone. Survival was on me.)

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chase-roper · 10 months ago

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Coffee Rituals and My Favorite Band

Working from home, French press coffee, and my thoughts on balancing personal storytelling versus my They Might Be Giants newsletter.

“Let’s type our pages into the ol’ iPhone notes app today. Sitting on a desk in DuPont, WA is a blue leather-bound book, undisturbed and not being written in. It was left there yesterday as I assured myself I would be working in the office the next day (today) and by a sudden turn of fate, I did not work in the office today. I’m working from home. Why this change of tide? Because I stayed up late and decided my morning could go a lot easier if I didn’t wake up at 5 am. Since I have the flexibility and no meetings today, it’s a viable option and as of 7:20 am at the time of writing this, it’s my reality.”

A hairdryer blows from the bathroom as Chase’s wife gets ready for work. When it turns off, a podcast can be heard faintly. Nicole, a Piss Pig through and through, is listening to her morning shows. Getting up from the couch, Chase sleepily adventures to the kitchen. His plan did not spare him from being tired. The debt for staying up must still be paid. He needs coffee and is kicking himself for purchasing coffee beans to grind and make French press rather than more K-cups for the instant machine last weekend.

“Damn you, Saturday Chase,” he writes in his phone’s app, not actually off from the couch.

“You have really made a mess of things for me with your weekend optimism and ‘love of the French press ritual’ in the mornings. That shit is for the WEEKEND. Not a Tuesday morning.”

Chase succumbs to his environment and pours half a cup of freshly ground coffee into the French press carafe while he waits for his water to boil. Today can still be a good day because at the end of it all, there is a bed about 30ft away that he will reunite with and fall deeply asleep.

10 Long Journaless Entries Later. . .

Back on the couch. It’s a Saturday morning and Grace is awake next to Chase watching Adventure Time. An incense holder designed to look like a plague doctor of the past is emitting scented smoke out of its goggle-masked eyes. On the TV, Finn the Human is visiting Primso the Wishmaster for the first time. The world-building in this animated series always inspires Chase to continue in his quest to be a more fulfilled and prolific writer. Even if not renowned or even profitable, creating worlds from seemingly nothing is something a writer does. Chase considers himself a writer.

“Nicole went camping with friends yesterday after work and I’ve been feeling like I’m getting sick and opted not to go,” Chase manages to type into his phone when not distracted by the cartoon. “Honestly, it’s in the mountains and supposed to rain. That doesn’t sound like a fun time while getting sick. Instead, this morning I’m going to have brunch with my kids at Art House Cafe and then rest.”

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INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT

Chase is lying in his bed 11:59 PM. One arm under the covers and another lying across his forehead. This is his preferred way to sleep.

CHASE (V.O.)

It’s been over 12 hours since I started writing today. Headaches kept coming on and I felt exhausted for much of it. I’ll bet if I were to search for the most used word in all of my written entries, it would be “tired.” Probably a sign that I need to exercise more, eat healthier, and do a better job of prioritizing sleep. Already not happening tonight but maybe one day.

Chase lays still and lets out a deep sigh, wondering how any of what he writes will tie into the book that he envisions. Recently, he found himself starting a new writing project. Another newsletter called, “Kiss Me, Son of Blog,” where Chase intends to write about every song by the band They Might Be Giants. He wonders if this is another fun creative outlet or a self-sabotaging distraction.

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mistyshadow0 · 2 years ago

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A Return, or a New Beginning? Pt. 6

Hello everyone! I have a new chapter for you all! I got a bit excited to write this one, so I hope you all like it! Part 5 (previous)||Part 7 (Next)

For you, waking up was often a sudden, jarring, and overall unpleasant experience.

Back in your apartment, you often had to rely on loud, blaring alarms just to wake up on time. Due to the many things you had to do during your day just to get by, as well as the sheer amount of time Genshin took up in your day, you were often left with little enough sleep that waking up required more… drastic measures.

However, this time you woke slowly. Comfortably.

The blanket on top of you was perfectly comfortable, without being too heavy or hot, and whatever you were laying on was perfectly cushy and soft, despite being strangely shaped like a couch.

Wait… a couch?

Awareness came to you slowly. It took a minute before you realized where you were, and that you had indeed fallen asleep.

It took a minute longer before that awareness really started to hit and you realized the situation you were in.

You were in Teyvat, in Jean’s office. You had just met the characters- no… people you adored for so long, and you had fallen asleep.

How embarrassing!

You slowly started to sit up, pushing the blanket you didn’t remember falling asleep with off to the side, and tried your best to quickly fix whatever bedhead you had. You brought up a hand to rub your eyes, trying to fight away the last vestiges of sleep clinging to you.

How long was I asleep?

Finally awake and aware, you swiveled you head around to see if you could find out, or at least see who was still in the room with you.

You saw Venti first.

He was sitting just off to the side of the couch, apparently having pulled up a chair from the nearby table while you were sleeping. When he caught your gaze, a bright smile came over his face, and he strummed out a light and jovial tune on his lyre.

“Well well! It seems as though our dear Creator has awakened!” He let out a light laugh.

You couldn’t hold back the small smile that tugged at your lips.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about falling asleep there, I’m not sure why that happened. I haven’t been out for too long have I?”

At that you looked out one of the nearby windows, seeing the sun still fairly high in the sky.

“Not to worry, there’s no hurry! It’s only been an hour or two, plus you needed the rest.”

Thank god.

You nodded and took another quick glance around the room. Jean was sitting at her desk, reading through some documents, Razor and Diluc were guarding the door, Kaeya was nowhere to be seen, and Albedo was sitting off to the side at the other end of the room talking with… Barbara?

Before you could question this further, Jean, noticing that you were awake, walked over and knelt before you.

“Your Grace, I see that you have awoken, I’m glad.” Jean smiled a moment, before continuing.

“Barbara has already healed your injury, and has already started discussing your… condition… with Albedo. I assure you, we will do everything we can to ensure your health, happiness, and safety. In the meantime, before discussing such things, is there anything at all that we can get for you?”

Well, that explains why Barbara is here, they seemed awfully concerned about that cut and the golden blood. Plus, they did mention calling for a healer before I fell asleep. Not to mention she’s probably helping them figure out why, in their eyes, their creator is missing their divine power and memories.

Cutting yourself off, you thought about what Jean said. Did you need anything? You were still in pajamas, but you were sure that would be sorted out eventually. You didn’t even know where you were going to stay until all of this was figured out! But, everyone seemed exceedingly kind, especially since they seemed to think you were their divine creator.

“Hmm,” You thought.

I am kind of hungry…

“If it’s not too much to ask, I am a little hungry. I had just gone to bed when I ended up here, and must’ve ended up sleeping at Windrise. It looks like its sometime in the afternoon now, so it’s been a while.” You chuckled awkwardly.

Still kneeled before you, Jean’s eyes visibly widened and she hurriedly spoke.

“Of course, of course! I’ll have Noelle sent up here immediately. Is there anything in particular you would like?”

You were a little stunned by just how eager, yet nervous to serve you Jean was, but continued nonetheless.

“well..” you hesitated.

Hmm… I don’t want to ask too much of them… but who knows when I’ll have this opportunity again. I have always wanted to try Noelle’s specialty. Those pancakes always looked delicious in the game!

“I would be fine with anything, but I have it on good authority that Noelle makes some pretty good tea break pancakes!” You chuckled, happy when you saw that Jean had loosened up a bit and was smiling.

“That she does, Your Grace, that she does.”

After a moment, Jean became serious once more.

“While we wait, I believe Albedo and Barbara have something they would like to ask you.”

With this, she stood, turned, and nodded at Albedo before moving back to sit at her desk. Almost as if on a cue, Barbara and Albedo both walked over to you and kneeled down in front of you just as Jean did.

“Y-Your Grace!” Barbara spoke, reverence in her voice with her hands clasped in front of her, as if in prayer. “It is truly an honor that you have blessed us with your return!”

You could see the shimmer of tears in her eyes as she continued.

“I will do everything I can to serve and worship you, and I am truly blessed to have been chosen as one of the people to help care for you!”

You weren’t quite sure how to react to that. Thankfully, Albedo interjected before you had to explain again how you really weren’t their creator.

“Your Grace,” he spoke in his typical, cool tone, “Barbara and I have been discussing what we know about your condition, and, with your permission, would like to do a more in-depth alchemical and magical scan to get more data.”

Nevermind. I guess I do have to say it again.

You looked directly at Albedo, taking in his piercing gaze, his fluffy hair, and the diamond marking on his neck.

“Well… “ You started, “I’m totally fine with anything we need to do to figure out what is going on, and I would love to know how I got here, but again, I’m just not sure that I’m this creator you all are talking about. I’m just a normal human! I haven’t created much of anything, let alone the whole of Teyvat!”

Barbara looked shocked, while Albedo simply let out a soft sigh, as if he was expecting your reaction.

In a swift movement, he took one of your hands in his own and looked directly into your eyes, audible gasps at his audacity coming from the others in the room.

“Your Grace, with all due respect, I know for certain that you are our Divine Creator. I am one of your Acolytes, chosen and blessed by you. You have guided my actions and shown me so much of the world and of people that I did not previously understand.” His voice was gentle, and his eyes soft as he spoke.

“You, Your Grace, give off the same feeling we Acolytes identify as the presence of our Creator.”

Acolytes?

“Not only that, the moment you came to Teyvat, to Mondstadt, we could tell that our Creator had come home. The bard Venti,” He gestured off to the side, “himself identified that the Creator had come home to us. When he led us to the Creator, he led us to you. That is not a coincidence. That is, of course excluding the fact that, due to your injury,” He winced at this, “we know that you have golden blood.”

He lightly squeezed your hand. It must have shown on your face that all of this was a bit overwhelming.

“Only the Creator has golden blood. It is a trait that only the Divine one has. It is impossible to mimic, to impersonate. Not even the Archons have the Golden Ichor flowing through them. Even if all of the rest could be written off as coincidence, this could not. Only one being has golden blood, and that is our Beloved Divine One. Our Creator. And that… that is you.”

The next few seconds were so quiet you could almost hear the blood pounding in your ears.

There’s no way… but he said that only their creator has golden blood, and apparently, I have that…

“um… that’s certainly… a lot… So, you’re absolutely sure? Even though before I came to Teyvat I had red blood?”

This seemed to unsettle him a little bit.

“Yes, Your Grace, I am sure. Even though I am unsure as to why you may have had red blood wherever you were before you came here, you have golden blood now, in Teyvat. As much as I would like to figure out why you are missing your power, memories, and apparently had red blood prior to your arrival, that is something that can only be figured out with time, study, and data. The fact that you have golden blood now is all that is needed to confirm that you are our Divine Creator.”

Your mind whirled with the new information. Again, you were experiencing a world changing revelation. Through the noise in your own mind, you managed to look down at Albedo once more.

“Whatever tests you need to do, do it.” You sighed, and used your hand not currently occupied by Albedo’s to wipe away a forming tear.

He nodded, and then him and Barbara silently got to work, leaving you to process. Both Albedo and Barbara periodically waved their hands around while magical and alchemical symbols appeared in the air. Barbara quickly worked in silence, and Albedo periodically nodded and wrote down his observations in a notebook he had pulled out of his jacket. After about ten minutes of various gentle poking and prodding, they both stopped.

“Well, Your Grace,” Barbara squeaked out as she stepped backwards and quickly bowed to you, “my scans showed that you are perfectly healthy! Although, you do appear to need a bit more rest. I will be working with Albedo to make sure your health is intact. If you ever need me for anything at all, I will be there!”

Barbara remained bowed for a few seconds too long, so you broke the silence.

“Thanks Barbara, and there’s no need to bow or anything.”

She looked up at you with stars in her eyes and an expression of awe on her face before nodding and walking swiftly out of the room. You then turned to Albedo, who bowed shortly himself before standing upright again and then speaking.

“I am afraid I must take my leave as well. I must go over the results and begin further investigation. When I have the results, I will let you know. As a forewarning, more tests may be needed, but I am fairly certain I have all the data I need to get a start.”

He’s leaving already?

Even though he said he needed to leave, he seemed to… hesitate for a moment. You looked at him questioningly. At your unspoken probing, he relented.

“Your Grace, I-… I wanted to say something.”

“Sure, what is it?”

He fidgeted with his notebook for a moment before visibly relaxing, surer of himself.

“I wanted to thank you, for choosing me. For making me one of your Acolytes. I have learned so much under your guidance. I just wanted to thank you for being a guiding light for me.”

You were stunned. You could hear the deep sincerity in his voice and could see the soft, thankful smile on his face. And before you knew it, he had turned and walked out of the room. You gaped for a moment.

I never would have thought… his ‘guiding light’? I made him an Acolyte? What does that mean?

Thankfully, no one spoke much after Albedo left, and you were content to just sit and try to process everything you had just learned. You did however hear Venti play a calming tune on his lyre, for which you were thankful.

So first off, the Acolytes. Albedo is on my main team, so maybe that’s what that means? That I pulled them? If so, Jean should be an Acolyte too, and Razor, and lots more. Maybe that’s what he meant by ‘guiding light’, me controlling their characters and building them? But that would mean that I controlled the actions of actual living people?! Why would they thank me for that?

You barely noticed as the door opened and a plate of delicious looking pancakes were set in front of you.

And he’s certain that I am a god. This ‘Divine Creator’, and that I’ve just lost power and memories. This is all so crazy! But its Albedo, so why would he be wrong?

You shook yourself out of your thoughts and began eating.

The pancakes were truly delicious, and now that you had had them, it made perfect sense why everyone wanted to try them. They were easily the best you had ever had, and certainly worked to both distract you and lighten your mood.

Unfortunately, they were gone too fast.

As soon as you had finished the remaining four in the room, Jean, Diluc, Razor, and Venti, all turned to look at you.

Jean and Diluc stole a glance at each other, and seemed to be waging war with their eyes, until Jean sighed and once again walked over and knelt before you.

“You know, Jean, you don’t have to do that. Like- kneeling before me or anything. I literally only found out I’m supposed to be some god like five minutes ago.”

She smiled and put a hand over her heart.

“Your Grace, I am glad to kneel before you. It is only what you deserve. Nonetheless, now that Albedo and Barbara are working on investigating your condition, it is pertinent that we find a safe place for you to stay. With your permission, we would like you to stay at Dawn Winery for the time being, while we arrange the proper safety precautions and plan for a celebration in your honor. Because of your situation, it is safer if you stay with him, at least for now. You will be safe and protected there, I assure you.”

She wants me to stay at Dawn Winery with Diluc?

I stole a glance at the man himself.

Still guarding the door, Diluc looked back at you and nodded, confirming his thoughts on the topic.

“Well, if he’s fine with it, I suppose that makes sense, I just don’t want to be a bother.”

Diluc, from the door, fervently disagreed.

“Your Grace, you would never be a bother. It would be an honor to me and my home if you would grace us with your presence, and trust us with your safety.”

There’s that voice again.

You looked between the two.

“Well then, sure. Why not?” Everyone smiled at that.

After all of that, it was fairly quiet while Diluc called for a carriage to take the both of you to Dawn Winery. Apparently, the carriage was necessary because they wanted to keep your presence a secret from the general populace for just a bit longer, due to your lack of power and the impending celebration. Which you were perfectly fine with, as walking to Dawn Winery at the moment sounded very tiring.

Every once in a while, while you were waiting, you stole a glace at Diluc, only to see the man smiling to himself quite cutely.

Time passed quickly after that, and the sun slowly began to sink down in the sky as you passed the time exploring Jean’s office. Eventually though, a knock was heard on the door and an NPC- no, a man you had never seen before let you know that the carriage was there.

Before walking out the door, you waved goodbye to Jean, as she promised to keep the both of you updated on the progress of the investigation and the celebration and security preparations, and then turned to say goodbye to Venti.

You walked up to him, somewhat nervous.

“I suppose I’ll see you soon Venti, thanks for the songs.”

His face showed a sincere smile.

“Anytime Your Grace, anytime. Afterall, this is the City of Freedom. You may hear my songs anytime you wish.” He turned away for a moment, before looking back at you as you made your way out.

“And, Your Grace? Welcome Home.”

And then he was gone.

Stunned for a moment, you made your way over to Razor next, who looked up at you brightly.

You desperately wanted to pat his head.

“Thanks for helping protect me Razor, you’ve done a wonderful job.” He beamed at the praise.

“Razor will protect!”

You laughed, and pat his head.

“I know bud, thanks!”

You could see him touch the spot you pet him in with wide, awed eyes, and couldn’t help but chuckle as Diluc led you to the back entrance of the Knights of Favonius building and around the corner, where the carriage was.

Diluc walked ahead for a moment and opened the door for you, giving you his hand and helping you into the carriage like a true gentleman before getting in himself.

The carriage itself was very comfortable. There was plenty of room as you sat across from Diluc, looking out the window at the city of Mondstadt, and then the surrounding countryside.

It was beautiful.

You spent a good few minutes just looking out of the window in silence, and for a time it was a peaceful silence.

Eventually though, when you were finished looking at the scenery, the air between you two became somewhat awkward.

Small talk it is.

“So, Diluc, even though this has been a bit of a surprise for me, it’s interesting getting to meet all of you. I imagine none of you quite expected something like this to happen either?”

Diluc jumped as you addressed him, and sat up stiffly.

“It’s an honor, Your Grace. The Divine Creator has been gone for millennia, and the only written accounts of you from back then are fiercely guarded and protected by the Archons. Mondstadt is a little laxer in this, due to our Archon’s values, but even so there is little information known about when your return would be. So, while this was wholly unexpected, it is a blessing to have you finally with us.”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry if this is a bit strange, but I have a question.”

He looked a little surprised at this but quickly responded with reverence and seriousness.

“Yes Your Grace? I will do my utmost to answer it.”

“Albedo talked about Acolytes, and how he was one. I may have an idea of what he’s talking about but could you explain what that means here?”

His look soured for a moment before quickly going back to a polite neutral.

“Of course, Your Grace. Acolytes are those blessed by the Divine One, you. At some point, they are said to feel a tugging sensation, feeling as though their very souls are being pulled up to the stars. During these events there is always a meteor shower, said to be a symbol of the Divine One’s preference for an individual. Once that person has been chosen, blessed, they feel the Creator’s presence, guiding their actions and making them stronger. Thus far, only vision-bearers have become Acolytes. It is an honor to become an Acolyte, and exceedingly rare.”

Ah! So it is pulling for a character!

Diluc must have seen your face light up, because he then asked a question in response.

“Your Grace, are you familiar with this? I know you are missing your memories, but you seem to recognize the process behind becoming an Acolyte?”

You nodded, and thought about how best to describe the act of pulling for a character without overwhelming him with the knowledge that to you, he was simply a video game character a few hours ago.

“Before I came here, I thought Teyvat to be a story, with characters. This story was… interactive to a degree. When I gained enough…hmm how do I explain this… power? No, it was more of a resource- well, they were called primogems and they were very hard to come by, then I could pull for different characters, and ‘obtain’ them. This would happen through a meteor shower. Sometimes I got the characters I intended to pull for, sometimes I got others. For instance, I tried to pull you, or I suppose make you an Acolyte, but even if I had the primogems, being able to reach the person I want to is almost never guaranteed, and honestly quite tricky. After getting that character, I would be able to guide some of their actions and make them stronger.”

Diluc gaped for a moment, opening and closing his mouth for awhile before he seemed to pull himself together.

“Your Grace, you wanted me to be an Acolyte?”

He said that as it the thought was unthinkable, which confused you. You furrowed your brows.

“Of course! You’re really cool, even when I did think that Teyvat wasn’t real! Why wouldn’t I want you as an Acolyte?”

Diluc floundered for a minute, which was strange to see, as he was usually so put together, before he whispered, voice cracking and emotional.

“Thank you, Your Grace.”

After that, everything went quiet once more. This time, though, a more peaceful quiet.

After a few more minutes, the both of you looked back out the window, to see Dawn Winery growing in the distance.

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Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

��Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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