#I had to thin up the brush to make sure the lines didnt melt into each other I HOPE YOU CAN SEE IT IDK IF HOW BIG PPLS SCREENS ARE

[fanofthelamb]

I’ve come to join the Nari kissing booth party hehe :>

They would gladly give him a hug and share some Perpetual Stew with him!!

HOLY SHIT IS THAT T H E SPIDER-INSPACE IN MY ASK BOX?????????????

LETS FUCKKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[bratzs12345]

working on sec scenes lmk what you think

Levi knocked on the door to the house. Though he has had a long history with the house, he didnt find himself to be nervous as he stood on the patio waiting for the door to open. His anger quickly shifted to irritation seeing Eren opened the door with an irritated look on his face that quickly melts away when he sees Levi.

“Hey babe,” he greeted with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Shut up,” Levi brushed past him, into the house. “Where’s Mikasa?”

The inside of the Den hadn’t changed much since he had last been there.

Connie and Sasha sat on the couch playing Call of Duty, while they passed a joint between themselves. The only thing that had changed since the last time was that it was less messy.

“Who cleaned?” Levi asked the group.

“I did,” Eren answered. He saw the look of hesitance on Levi’s face and chuckled. “What do you think those two stepped up to do it?” He pointed at Sasha and Connie who had gotten caught up in a tug of war for the controller. Levi shook his head and began to head upstairs towards Mikasa’s room.

“Wait,” Eren called. Levi rolled his eyes and looked Eren in his annoyingly handsome cool green eyes, “How about after you and Mikasa finish up whatever you have going on, you and I get out of here and grab a bite? On me?”

“Drop dead.” Levi deadpanned as he continued up the stairs, ready to create some distance between him and the younger Yeager.

“I wouldn’t go up there,” Eren warned. The playful tilt in his voice irritated Levi so much. He kept walking up the stairs, away from his voice.

The second floor of the house was quiet, it always was. No one without proper clearance was let up here. Luckily, Levi and Mikasa’s relationship with Carla had always gotten them access. Levi ruminated on the last time he caught someone on the second floor of the Den. That did not end pretty.

The door at the end of the hall called out to him. He ignored it and walked past knowing he couldn’t handle another walk down memory lane at the moment. The third door to the right was naked except a pink neon sign lit up that said “BEWARE! KEEP OUT!” meaning not much had changed about Mikasa’s room either.

He grabbed the door handle, peaked his head in, and immediately regretted not listening to the sign.

Annie sat on top of a half naked Mikasa with her legs spread, framing the latter’s torso. The blonde’s blouse had previously been removed, revealing a dark pink bra cupping her smaller breasts. She rubbed the tops of her nipples and let out a moan as she grinded on top of the younger Ackermann.

Annie moved her hands up and down Mikasa’s chest, making the girl breathe even quicker. Mikasa hands we balled into fists, trying her hardest to keep them at her sides.

“Come on,” Annie said, as she pushed Mikasa’s face into her chest. “Give up.”

Finally, the younger’s Ackermann’s resolve wore thin. Mikasa unballed her fists and bagan exploring the blonde’s beautiful body. Her hand danced along the seam of her panty line. She bit her lip as she watched her girlfriend play with herself on top of her. Her finger nearing close to lover’s wet folds. Her finger moved in up and down until it delved under the fabric, massaging pussy lips.

Annie let out a moan. “Mika~”

Levi had seen enough

He turned around and slammed the door, face on fire. If there was one image he wished he could erase from his mind, it would be that one. As a matter of fact, he wishes he could go back in time and make sure it never happened.

A few moments later, Mikasa came out still buttoning up her top. She looked irritated at her cousin interrupting the only day off she’s had in weeks.

Levi cut right to the chase, “How long?”

“Four or five years.” She responded nonchalantly, as if she had been waiting for this moment.

Though he knew it wasnt true, he had to ask. “Is Annie why you joined the Scouts?”

“Not, exactly,” She admitted nervously as she ran her hands through her hair. “I was trying to tell you when I first got here. Theres more to this place, Levi. The Scouts were the first place I was ever welcomed. Its the only place I really feel like I belong.”

After Mikasa’s speech, there was a beat of silence between the two of them. It was then Levi realized that this was the first time the two of them really talked about their feelings. Their parents’ accident had stunted a lot of their emotional growth. There was no time to focus on feelings when you had to survive.

Levi thought it was only right to break the silence with an admission of his own. “I’m glad its her.”

There was another long pause as the two avoided eye contact. The air between them was still thick with tension. They still had a lot to talk about, but something tells Levi now wasn’t the best time.

“Me too.” . It was then Levi decided that he would take all the progress he could get. Though he was curious, he didn’t want to ask about what went down with Eren. He believed Annie and Mikasa had something special. It was solid. And, it was time he believed her when he said it was over. He should and wouldn’t be worried about them getting back together anytime soon.

“And before you ask, Eren and I are not getting back together,” She said, knowing where the conversation was bound to steer. “Ever. Obviously.”

He nodded his head and looked toward the closed door. “Guess you want to be getting back?”

She just looked at him for a second. It might have been a look of shock. There weren’t many things the two can agree on or even agree to differ on.

“Text me, later,”he said.

After receiving a nod, Levi began to head down the stairs, back into the living room.

“Find what you were looking for?”, Eren asked. He sat on the arm chair since Connie and Sasha were still duking it out on the couch. He lazily drank from the beer in his hand, obfiously checking Levi out as he descended the stairs.

Levitried to ignore his stare and walk out the door, but of course, the other man decided to follow. He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes once again hearing approaching footsteps. Though he had looked forward to relaxing and scrubbing this traumatizing night out of his mind, it seems fate has other plans. And, the worst part was, he could already see where this would be going. Eren would flirt and try to fuck him; Levi punches him in the nose; he gets upset; they call it a day. It’s a day that repeats over and over and over again, and frankly, he’s sick of it. .

“Levi! Wait!” Eren called from behind him. “Can we talk for a minute?”

He rolled his eyes at Eren’s suggestion, “What’s there to talk about?”

“Look, I know things between you and Zeke ended badly-”

“Who told you that?” Levi asked in irritation. However, Eren was on a roll

“But, I think you’re letting your past with him,” He hesitstated before continuing. “…come between us?”

“Us?” If Levi wasnt confused before…

“Stop skirting around it.” Eren contested. “There’s something special here. I know you feel it.”

Levi’s mind blanked. Out of all the things in the world for Eren to say, this is not what he was expecting. For some reason, he had thought all thoses passes and flirtatious comments was Eren’s way of getting under his skin. He hadn’t actually thought he was…serious. And now that he knews he is serious, things are gonna get 100 times harder.

“Are you serious?” He dumbly asked.

“Levi!” Eren grabbed his arm tightly and shook him. “Please give me a chance. I can make this work-”

“Eren.”

“You’ve never had anyone as good as me baby I promis-”

Before he could finish that statement, Levi cut him off. He couldn’t listen to this. And, he definitely couldn’t deal with this now.

“Eren!” he shouted. “I’m not interested.”

The younger man’s eyes darkened, “Fine.”

It took a few more seconds for Eren to loosen his grip. The entire time, he just stared deep behind Levi’s eyes, into the pits of his soul. Seeing the look behind his eyes, Levi knew this wasn’t over. Far from it. But, at the same time, he didn’t care. He just wanted to walk home without looking back or even thinking about Eren Yeager.

[arthurflecksgirl]

The sound of him

Arthur wants to share a special kind of song with his one and only

Word count : 1700

Warnings: None

Fluff, Romance

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"Turn off the music“  he whispered softly into your ear. His voice layered with a tone that you could only picture as a warm orange intimacy twirling between your bare chests. His words came as a surprise, knowing what a huge part music played in his life. „Yeah“ he breathed, his morning breath lingering upon the most sensitive part of your neck. His voice sending ghostly shivers down your spine. A tickelish sensation, warm and familiar across your touch starved skin. „I guess I have to stand up then“ you replied, knowing it would hurt to even change your postition. All curled up into Arthurs arms…. It was your coocoon,his naked skin your safety blanket….Just the thought of leaving this bed and getting to the radio to turn off the oldies playing that kept playing in the background was too much. You didnt even dared to move. Too afraid of losing this moment of intimacy with him. The only movement you would allow yourself was to barely open your eyes, just enough to get a glimpse of his soft curls falling upon the pillow ….just a glimpse through your heavy eyelashes. To convince yourself this wasnˋt a dream. He was here. With you. His fragile body exposed in all itˋs beautiful vulnerability.

„Just do it please“ he mumbled quieltly „Itś not like Iḿ going anywhere.“ The mischiveous smirk resting on the corner of his lips still managed to make you blush. Especially when you couldnt see it with your eyes but feel it against your skin. You finally opened up your eyes. The bedroom wasn´t as dark as you expected it to be. It was only early in the afternoon and the thin curtains on the windows werenˋt enough to keep the light out. You shifted your body to get out of his arms, which felt wrong in any possible way. You laughed at yourself of how ridiculous this must have sounded if you told anybody. That the simple act of leaving bed to get to the other side of the room felt like seperating yourself from him for a moment. To you his embrace was your root, your one and only place to stay and spent your life.

You walked up to the radio, wondering why it wasnt placed on the table right beside the bed ,where the lamp, the ashtray and all sorts of postcards of the california beach were. It was Arthurˋs dream to  go to California, maybe even move there one day if he had earned enough money as a stand up comedian. He always held this dream close to his heart but to him there was no point in going there alone. He needed a hand to hold when he walked along the beach. Someone to lay his arms around when he would watch the sky change itˋs colors as the evening called. Someone to listen to his whispered singing underneath the palmtrees. And now that he had you in his life , he knew that  California wasnˋt only a dream anymore. It was a goal. One day the blue skies wouldnt be just an image on a postcard beneath his bed, on his fridge or by his make up table. It would be the place to make love to you all night.

Arthurˋs drowsy smile remained unseen by you as you turned the sound off. Still wondering why he would ever be bothered by that. This just wasnˋt him. Usually Arthur loved listening to music when you crawled into each others arms and disappeared under his favourite blanket, to hide from the fact that ouside these cozy looking windows there was Gotham after all. A city so unmercyful and cruel , the worst crime the city had to offer was the fact that over thirty years ago this wonderful soul , this small and innocent baby called Arthur Fleck was born right in the middle of it. A bright light born into an envoirement of cruelty and heartlessness. Raised by people unable to love him. Yes, Gotham was famous for his high crime rate. But to you, Arthur being raised here, raised to be a lonely man, was what hurt most about this place.

The day you met him you knew that your purpose was to re write the story of his life. To make the lines beneath his eyes visible by making him smile, instead of him going through his painful laughter. You wanted to write Haiku's on the lines you discovered while kissing his body a millionth times when he wasnˋt able to find some sleep at night.

Silence now filled the room and you turned around to see him lying on his bed. It used to be his mothers bed and in the beginning it felt wrong to feel at home on a funiture that had seen so much hurt. But since you both didnˋt had a lot of money you somehoe managed to make his old apartment your own hiding place. Walls that used to feel like a prison in the past now became a protection for a couple so in love with each other, the building rose from itś own ashes and finally had the chance to be home for someone being happy together. It was one of those stories that had been re written by fate.

„Arthur, are you okay?“ you asked while your body felt relieve falling back into his arms. His baby hair tickeling your ellbow. „Sure, why would you think Iˋm not?“ the back of his hand brushed gently across your left cheek. „Because you never want the music to stop. It just seemed so….oh itˋs okay. Nevermind.“ For a moment you felt silly for even asking him this. He might not wanted to talk about it right now. He would when he felt ready to tell you what was wrong, he just needed some time to sort himself out first ,like he always did.

„Iˋm alright. I only want you to listen to our own music this time…“ He gently took your face between his hands and pulled you closer to his chest. As if he wanted to make sure the following kiss was felt with your whole bodies. Arthurˋs familiar taste filled your mouth. His breath fastening with every twirl of your tongues. You loved how warm the palm of your hands felt and how his thumb was slightly brushing the spot beside the corner of your lips. He was the most romantic kisser. Always making sure to show you that you are his one and only person, the only one he ever kissed and loved. The only one he would share this kind of intimacy with to get a taste of him. The only one who would get to know Arthur without his masks of protection,who would get that real smile out of him. The real laugh. Because around you everything was possible. Even happy tears.

Your lips parted and the familiar dizzyness set in. You never wanted his taste to fade.

„Our music?“ you whispered. His hands still holding your face, so his eyes couldnt do anything else but piercing yours. It was all hidden there. Behind his eyes. How beloved he felt for the first time in his life. How seen and understood by who you were. Arthur nodded „Just listen!“ he said „There is music in the silence. Itˋs inside of me. I can feel it when our bodies enterwine“. You felt the tip of his nose now touching yours. Rubbing it from the left to the right. This is what you call an Eskimo kiss. „And when I hear it…. You can hear it too“ he added, brushing a strain of hair out of your face "Because we are one".

You focused on the silence, the still of the room. There was some background noise. The traffic out on the streets, one of the neighbors arguing. But all of this would remain unnoticable in am blink of an eye.

„Iˋll show you“ Arthur smiled when he saw the sudden confusion in your eyes. He shifted to place himself above you and lowered himself just enough to make you feel the weight of his body. Knowing he was right here with you was all you desired but never enough. You craved his body with all your senses. You wanted to smell his hair and inhale every scent that was lingering between his curls. The faded smoke of his cigarettes, the flowery scent of Prell shampoo, the sweetness of his sweat and remains of grease paint  that got caught up in his hair while doing his clown make up. But despite all of this physical love that you wanted to share with him there was more. More to desire. Often you imagined the both of you to be bodyless, to just interact by meeting each other at a place where pure consciousness existed. And instead of feeling the weight of his body, you would just feel him floath into you. His soul melting with yours eternally. Time would be none existing. Making love would never end.

Arthur started moving  while his eyes stared into yours. So in love and at peace with himself. You felt him reaching your insides as he started humming into your ear. His little voice so quiet, almost shy, making you vibrate at your most hidden parts. You wrapped your arms and legs around him like your life depended on it. Making sure he stayed in place. His happy place. You.

There was no world left but this moment. No air to breathe but the breath escaping his half opened mouth. Always ready to kiss you more deeply. To humm the melody that was stuck inside his head since the day he met you.

„Can you hear it?“ he moaned softly.

„I canˋt just hear it, I feel it in my veins.“

Arthur kissed along your collarbone , making you shiver while the longing inside your chest was growing „Do you recognize it? The music?“

„Yeah“ you whimpered „Itˋs you. All of you“

Arthur leaned in for the deepest kiss, your fingers tangled up in his soft hair. And just like that there was music. All the way inside.

@jokerownsmysoul @ajokeformur-ray @iartsometimes

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life After Snowpiercer: Tell Me, Please?

Summary- Curtis Everett x Y/N. Tensions are still there between you two, but Curtis demands an answer. Your group collects the last bit of supplies and makes it towards the front, only to be confronted at the end. Trauma, Some Violence. Word Count- 4.9k

Chapter 7 / Masterlist

Curtis watched you sleep, in sleep you relaxed yourself from whatever plagued you, during the night having pulled in half sprawled across his very sore ribs, and laid your head in the center. The rise and fall of your shoulders so slight that he would have to really be studying them to see that yes, you were still asleep. You faced away from him, but you sighed softly and shifted yourself, tilting yourself closer, his eyes able to rove over the curve of your nose, and how your lips have chapped slightly. The dark bruises under your eye, at first it would see to have been tiredness, but much to the anger he was feeling coil in his gut, someone must have hit you hard at some point the past few days. His eyes continued to rove, noticing other scrapes, and bruises along your scalp line.  Would you tell him though? Further he noticed that there was a cut in the corner of your mouth and without a thought, his fingers brushed along the mark, hissing to himself when your eyes shot open, unfocused and a touch of fear clouding them. In all the years you two have known each other, you never looked at him like that, and it phased him more then you could know. 

You were fallen in one of those dreamless deep sleeps, the kind where your cocooned in darkness and nothing is drawing you forward into images. Blackness, soothing blackness. There was no visual moments where you had to think and rationalize. It was peaceful. Things merely ceased to exist. 

A touch brought you back, so light but the sting it left near your lips brought it back and you tensed, ready to yank away when your eyes opened, prepared for the worst, that sneering grin reaching for you in your safe place, ready to drag you out and put vile pain all over your body. No, we escaped, we got out.

Curtis face sharpened second later in your view, and you softened, loosening your grasp in his jacket where you had fisted your hands to keep from being pulled away. See Y/N, your safe. This is home. Curtis hand slid from your mouth to brush aside the soft hairs curling over your cheek, and you dragged in a deep breath, and released it, feeling your chest expand and his steady heart beating underneath your cheek kept you grounded. “Bad dream?” Curtis asked after a few seconds of the two of you just staying silent. You quirk the corner of your mouth a bit “Nothing serious Curtis.” Your hand smoothed over his chest and you realzined where you were laying. “Shit sorry baby, your ribs.” Going to move his hand clasped on the back of your neck to keep you from moving. 

“Dont, they are fine. Tell me about what you were dreaming about?” Hoping she would relax enough just the two of them to talk about what you were thinking about. His grasp turned lighter now that you werent moving, sliding his thumb over the column, and you slightly relaxed once more, biting your already chapped lips and wincing slightly at the sting. 

“Yea, I saw you favoring your side Curtis” You informed him, but you didnt move. Honestly after the past few days, you were just fucking thankful you got to do this again. “And nothing, hell I think I was so damn tired, it wasnt sleep. Somewhere just before a coma.” You rub your face lightly against his chest and sigh. “I could slip back into it right now if we didnt have to prepare to move to the front.” His thumb continued to feather along your neck, circling over the bruises of fingertips that had pressed down to hard. Faint, but Curtis saw them better now that your hair wasnt covering them. 

“What happened Y/N?” his brows coming together and lifting the heaviness of your hair back from your neck. You then pulled away and straightened your hair back over your neck. He shifted to half sit up on his elbows. “Y/N, you gotta tell me who put hands on you?-” His inquiry got interrupted when your name got called, and you took the moment to avoid Curtis questions, calling back out. “In here!” Tugging on your jacket and looking at Curtis “We will talk about it later baby, promise.” His hand moved against your arm to keep you with him, but you slipped out of his hold. Leaving him there with more questions and no answers. His lips thinned tightly and his jaw clenched, a dark suspicion inkling its way into his thoughts. 

All of those fuckers are dead. His thoughts snapped as he snatched his jacket, trying to keep from blowing over. Im going to hunt every single on of them down.   It was the last thing you needed was him loosing his temper, but that didnt stop the rage building in his chest, or the guilt. Why didnt I leave them with protection? Gone back, brought them weapons... Hearing your footsteps descend away, Curtis knew that you were heading towards the wounded. Grasping his beanie, and leaving the warmth and comfort of the momentary home, and slipped it on. Now that it was day, he could see just how far the group had been able to do. They had gone through several cars and hauled out anything decent. Catching a glimpse of you leaning down to check Saras shoulder, you also caught sight of Edgar sitting up, and a box next to him, stuffing something into his mouth. 

“Is that... crackers?” Curtis asked as Edgar held his arm out to grasp and get up. With some effort, Edgar managed to get to a stand, hauling the beat up cracker box with him. “Yea, they found a bit of this kind of stuff a few cars up. Dried goods, flour, sugar, cans.” He held out the box for Curtis to reach his hand into and withdrew a few crackers that he took a bite of. It was stale as fuck, salty, and just about one of the best things he can remember ever having. 

“Yes, I remember passing through right after the water, supplies Im assuming for the rest of the train. There was a few more similar closer to thre front as well” Curtis mentioned, and Edgar nodded over to where a pile of food had been made, along with clothing and blankets. “Im sure the front survivors have already raided some of those others.” Maybe they will be okay until were able to figure out a more permanent solution. “Hows your back?” Curtis turned his attention away from the supplies, and Edgar turned, lifting his shirt enough so Curtis could see. The length of the actual stab looked to be a good three inches long, red all around. Although burned from where the ax blade had laid across it, it was sealed. You came on over just then and ducked around Curtis, getting in for a closer look. 

“Thank God they got it sealed” You breathed out and tugged on Edgars shirt to have him put it back down, when he turned to face you, you drew in close and hugged around his neck. “You punk, I told you to be careful” Curtis cast a downward glance, regret and guilt passing and Edgar shook his head lightly Dont... You never saw the exchange pass between the two men. “Yea well, when I ever bloody listen anyways?” Edgar withdrew and smirked at you, causing you to scowl at him. 

“Well Im back now, so your gonna.” You point a finger at him, and then smooth your hand against his arm in a loving gesture. 

“Are the people able to travel? Or do they still need some recovery time?” Curtis changing the subject from Edgar, his hand rested against your waist, and it felt heavy to you, like he wasnt ready to let you go, that you were actually with him. He must have really believed he wouldnt see me again. 

“If we go slow, Im sure we can. Everyones so exhausted though, another day might not hurt anyone.” You tip your head towards Edgar and he immediately rebutes it although you ignore him. “Sara, shes bad off. Its inflamed and im worried I might not have gotten everything out. It was hard to tell...” You drifted off as Curtis took a glance at the woman you were talking about. Seeing her huddled against the wall, head tipped forward. “She says she can travel, but she will need to stop alot.”

 That confirmed it for Curtis, he shook his head. “Then we stay, one more day.” 

The rest of the time was spent sorting through supplies, packing it in a way it could be carried. Outside fires were kept stroked and burning, using debris off the train, and someone found large hollowed metal bins that with some scrubbing could work to melt snow in. The idea of being able to wash up appealed to you, and once you were sure the others waters needs were met hours later, you worked on warming up a pot for yourself. One of the cars towards the back had side rooms available for actual privacy, and you planned on taking full advantage. 

You didnt need much and using a blanket to handle the hot container, you hauled your bit of hot water through the car to the end, slipping inside. Of course Curtis noticed from where he had been helping to pack up the dried goods in blankets to easier carry them, and he turned to Edgar “Get as much packed as possible, if we have to we will come back for the rest.”  

“Yea, sure... where you going?” He asked as Curtis moved away from the group, calling over his shoulder. 

“Got someone to take care of” Edgar just shrugged and went back to what he was doing. 

You were in the process of undressing, when a soft knock happened on the door. Squeaking in alarm, you say loudly so there was no denying that whomever heard you. “Occupied!” 

“I know, Im coming in.” Curtis said as he opened the door and you withdrew from sight, looking to grab your shirt and cover yourself. 

“Curtis! Im busy” In which he just arched a brow and shut the door behind him, okay lame on your part, not much was kept hidden in the tail end and youve never been super shy before with him. Your fingers played in the shirt, looking down and away from where he stood. It was thankfully darkish in the room, you felt better being somewhat hidden, not wanting that question you know was coming. 

Just seeing you react, he knew. He could see it all over your face that you were dealing with a heavy mix of emotions, but the one he saw the most was shame, and he couldnt for the life of him understand why. How he wanted to go and wrap you in against him, take away all of those memories and protect you better, I should have... fuck why didnt I leave people behind. “Y/N, Baby, I know something happened. Please tell me. You were scared this morning, and youve been avoiding me. I-” he sighed and took a cautionary step closer, and could see the glimmer of tears streaking down your face. “- just got you back. I cant loose you again, especially like this.” His voice lowered, gruffer, you could tell he was trying to keep himself in check. 

Standing there, trying not to let him see you, how you wish you could shrink away into the wall. You tried so hard to fight back and just werent strong enough, spit it out you scolded yourself, but you stayed silent, lifting your face to look at him and dropped your shirt. Curtis took an audible gasp at the bruising that littered your body, your pale skin dark and yellowed with discernible finger and hand prints. Covering your face in your shame. “Oh god, Im sorry Curtis, I tried to stop them.” 

What?!  Oh babygirl, no....He stepped forward and wrapped his hands gently around your wrists and pulled them away. “Babygirl sshhh.... Im not mad at you.” You blinked up at him with that wide eyed stare of yours and then pushed in against him, sobbing into his chest and he lowered the two of you to the floor, careful to keep you in his lap, and rocking you softly. The pain blossomed in his chest at what you were saying, the way your whole body sobbed into his, and he let you. Nothing but the soft swaying motion, like one would do for a child, and his chin rested atop your head as it was buried in against him. There were no words he could say at this moment to make it better, you had to be able to simply cry it out until you were ready to tell him what happened. But even now, he could see the bruises down your back. When I get my hands on them, all those fuckers are going to pay. Oh it wasnt an If, Curtis was all about When. He wouldnt stop till he had his hands on there throats, squeezing the last breath from there lungs.

You finally fell silent in his arms, a occasional body rocking hiccup stirring from you, but that was all you had. His hand came up to your face and gently brushed aside the hair that had gotten stuck to your face from the tears, looking down at you with a soft expression. “sorry” you hiccup out and it seems to be the only thing you can think to say. 

“Babygirl, they are the ones who will be sorry.” he shifted you a bit so you werent so folded up, letting his hand rest against your knee and his thumb sweeping over it gently. “The fact they touched you will make them regret everything they have done in life. Im going to see to it personally.” You gulped a bit listening to him, the promise in his face, the rage simmering in his eyes, it was all there. You were just thankful it wasnt directed at you, cause even now it was scaring you. And in the same breath, it blossomed a warm raging happiness in your chest, spiraling in a way that made you shake slightly. They would hurt to, not just for what they did to you, but you were sure that others suffered a similar fate that day.

He leaned forward and dipped his fingers into the water, finding it still warm. “How about we clean you up Babygirl? and then go get you something to eat. I know you havent had anything today.” You slowly unfold yourself from around him and Curtis takes the rag, dipping it in the water and wringing it out. He holds his hand out for you to take it, but you turn instead your back to him, reaching behind you to gather your hair and lift it off your neck. You trusted him, you knew his touch would be gentle and caring along your bruises, and it was an intimacy you desired to share with him. Dipping your head when you felt the cloth brush over your shoulder, sure enough he was gentle as it went down your back and over your hip, continuing downwards, he squatted down to do the back of her thighs and calves. “Face me Y/N” he said, giving the softest brush of a kiss against a tender looking spot on your hip. You twisted to face him as he rose up to start from your shoulders and down again. 

The riddled marks on your body, now fully seeing what you had been through destroyed a sane part of Curtis, he never wanted to kill anyone more then these men, not even Wilford for all the evilness he had done. There was just a few on your back, careful as he traced over them. You must have fallen from up high, or they took a boot to you. Having you turn for him, he make his way down in a similar fashion. The worst bruises seemed to be on your hips and inside of your thighs, and to see them in such a intimate spot. It was his spot to rest his hands whenever he held you, not anyone elses, and it hurt him that you had to bare such marks. They actually made him growl softly and he was caught by surprise when you cupped his face, running your fingers through his beard. Focus Curtis... He chided himself as he continued with your legs and then swept up the inside of your calves and thighs, this time placing a soft kiss on your belly button and back up to a stand. 

This time when he offered you the rag you took it, to finish up, and you thought about what had transpired. Now Curtis had seen all of what they had done, and getting dressed again, you thought about what he had seen and his reaction. It was foolish for me to think he would be mad at me. Sometimes theres no rational reason for your reactions. He remained silent as he handed you clothing, slipping them on a piece at a time. Grasping your coat, he held it up for you and you backed into it, sliding your arms in one at a time. Before you could start to button it up, he turned you back to face him, doing the buttons himself, smiling softly. “You always have a hard time with these babygirl” 

“I know, you would think after all this time I wouldnt need  your help doing them up.” You chuckled softly at them, all different mismatched sizes, not quite placed right. You could patch a person up, but damned if you could sew decently. 

“Well, let me tell you babygirl, Im glad you still need me to do this.” He finished up the last one, and lifted his hand up to cup your face, cradling it in both hands, his thumbs brushing along the softness of your cheeks, the soft downy hairs brushing under the pad of his thumb. Your hands folded over his wrists while looking up at him. “Y/N, nothing, certainly not this changes anything between us. So whatever you think would drive me away, its not going to happen.” He wouldnt break his eyes from yours, needing you to know just how serious he was. 

“I know... I- I panicked. I felt that what happened, I should have stopped it.” You admitted, and took a deep breath, ragged from earlier, but no tears sprang forth talking about it. Curtis had been correct in you needing that release, a cleanse. Maybe now this was the beginning of coming to terms with it. Keeping his darker thoughts to himself that throbbed in his temples, as you gave a brief description of what happened, this would be a trial and error for you two, Curtis not wanting to push you in a way you werent ready, and you craving the exact same vibe you two had before. It would take time, to heal. Curtis isnt going anywhere.... 

Leading you out of the room, he carried the water, and you followed along behind, your hand fisting in the loose part of his jacket. You lighten considerably he noticed once you joined the group, immediately falling back into old habits of stopping and chatting with groups, looking over those you considered your patients, and falling right back into playing with the kids for the rest of the evening, you even made an effort to eat a can of beans that Curtis pried open for you, sharing with the kids you went to hang out with. There wasnt much difference in how you were as from before, and he gave you your freedom, sticking nearby with Edgar, first finishing there earlier project, then Curtis finished his tale of what had happened. 

“You mean Matt is actually still alive?!” Edgar remembered the boy well, back then. Looked up to him, almost like a brother. Curtis nodded. 

“Yes, and dumbass me left them tied up in the engine. Im sure they have been released now. I tried telling Y/N what hes like... hes dangerous. If he comes around her, I dont know... watch him extra close. She wouldn't forgive me if I hurt him.” A glance over to you showed you laughing while playing itsy bitsy spider with one of the smaller children, cuddling them in your lap while you twisted your fingers to go up the pole, and then sprinkle your fingers down to tickle the youngin’ on the neck. 

“Curtis, maybe it wont come to something like that, Y/N is a pretty good judge of people... Im sure she will see how twisted he is.” 

Curtis shrugged, he hoped so. But this was her brother, she loved this kid more then anyone else on the train, and he almost lost her then. If she gets her heart broken again, forcing her to give a damn might not be so easy. Making her choose between Matt and Himself, he didnt want to put her in that spot, maybe a bit of fear stabbing at the back of his unconscious, would she pick him if she was forced between them?  “We will see probably tomorrow afternoon. I want to get us out of here and back to the front, before they decide they dont need us, and have basically the majority of the supplies once more. Were not equipped enough to survive out there and eventually were going to have to move away from the train for food. Most the cars up there are still upright and can be used for shelter.” 

You looked up to see Curtis and Edgar deep in a discussion, and you untangle yourself from the kids. “Bedtime for all of us. Tomorrow were going to the front.” 

“The front?!”

“For reals this time” 

“wonder what its like?”

“I dont know” You shrug “We just gotta wait and see tomorrow, now off to bed.” You shooed them away to a nest of blankets they made for themselves, and wandered over to Curtis. “Im heading off to sleep, see you all in the morning.” You waved off to the group. Curtis gave you a few minutes to get yourself ready and then excused himself as well. 

When he got there  you were already curled under the blankets, just a soft pile of your hair showing above the blankets. He shredded out of the majority of his clothing and slipped in beside you, thinking you was already asleep, but surprising him as you flipped to her other side, starting at him in the dark. 

“I love you, thank you for coming back for me.” 

“I will always come back for you, I love you to babygirl.” Curtis declared, and you moved over closer and lifted his arm to go around you, your head resting on his shoulder, and your hand slid under his shirt and rubbed your hands across the all familiar soft hairs and broad muscles of his chest, settling over where you could feel that familiar thump of life. This was familiar, comforting, and relaxed into this. The past 36 hours was your hell, and this was your salvation. You actually fell asleep and this time you dreamed, not of what happened, but what was to come. 

The next morning proved to be busy chaos. After taking a few moments to wake up, Curtis was never one to just roll up and go unless necessary, usually proving him to be rougher around the edges, well more so then usual with the upcoming unknown going back to the front now with the tail enders. “Get up, time to get a move on.” he rumbled, the toe of his boot nudging people as he passed through the group, Edgar grumbling and flipping him off as he to got a toe to the leg and a “Get the fuck up, we dont got all day.” 

You rubbed your eyes and snorted in laughter at the grumblings you heard through the crowd, although they complied. You helped hand off sacks of food that they all packed in blankets the day before and you went to your patients, checking them over right quick. The only person you were really concerned for was Sara. If anything she looked paler then the day before. But her wound was  still firey red. Biting the inside of your cheek, you smiled, and helped her up. “Dont hesitate to ask for help, I wont be far off” You stress to her till Sara gives a nod and Johanna wraps an arm around her. “Dont worry, we got her.” 

Maybe it will all be okay. 

The group filed out, Curtis again taking up the rear, watching for any sign of the aggressors from the day before, he had skimmed over the cliff edge, and checked out the path back up, but found no signs. Maybe the fuckers are gone.... He wistfully considered, as he trudged along behind, holding a rifle over his shoulder and in his hands a heavy axe was kept close. In any hand to hand fight, he would rather have the axe on hand instead of the rifle. You made your way back through the crowd and fell in step with him, looking over your shoulder, it seemed like the train was an endless line of cars. You all must be getting close.

“Theres so many to sort through still.” Talking about the cars, Curtis grunted in agreement, glancing down at you. “Well I wouldnt bother with any holding people, all the stuff we need is in those storage ones. Im just hoping the front end had the sense to get into the livestock cars and save anything that survived.” You blinked a bit in surprise, you never actually thought there would be any kind of livestock on the train, the front end having stopped giving the boiled eggs a few years ago. 

“Like... chickens and such?”

“Chickens, pigs, some beef cows, couple of those your supposed to milk and all. Yes, had them all. Plus at least 2 cars filled with frozen butchered meat, a large green house cart. The front end didnt have our struggles, that is for damn sure.” 

Fuck when was the last time you had a roasted chicken? Steak? Your mouth literally watered at the idea of it. 

“No they certainly didnt.”

A few moments of silence between them, the occasional brush of shoulders as Curtis shortened his stride matching your, the change in it made you hide a smile, looking down. You were sure he didnt intend on you to notice and it just resolved in you what you already knew about him. He would always look out for you. Your shared silence was interrupted by a shout as the group started to bunch up and come to a halt. “Curtis Everett to the front, I know your leading this mess.”

 Curtis then picked up his pace, you following behind him closely as he weaved through the people milling into a group and coming out in the front. You were about to follow alongside him but Edgar caught the back of your coat, keeping you back slightly and thats when you saw what was before you. 

Heavily armed group of people, waiting and they parted as a man and Claude came through. The smirk on the mans face shined right into his eyes, so fucking cold, and you felt your heart sink in your stomach. It really was Matt, just as Curtis described it. 

“Well we knew you would come back Curtis.” His arms folded over his chest, as he surveyed the people behind Curtis. “And brought your little rag tag mess of people.” Matt turned his attention to those that started to line up around Curtis, assessing the threat before them. “You might as well just join us everyone, there really is no better answer. You may have the numbers, but we have the supplies, and that includes the rifles.” Matt looked up and down his line of people, smug, satisfied, he won. “So you might as well give up, well before this has to turn ugly Curtis, I mean... We are in this mess cause of you after all.” Claude hung on Matts arm, but he pulled it away and took a step forward till he was standing before Curtis, who glared down at him. “So what do you say tail ender? I clearly won.” 

“Matt!” You yanked your arm from Edgar and snapped up right in his face, inches away, anger rolling off you in steams. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Curtis arm shot out and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back to him, not trusting Matt to not hurt you physically. You pulled on your arm, but Curtis grasp was iron and unrelenting. “You are our family, how DARE you even speak like that, after all we been through to get up here.” 

“Yea Sister” He said with such venom in his tone, your mouth snapped shut, jaw clenching in your anger and confusion. “All we been through, you had if just fine in the tail end, but not good enough, sending your man up here to wreck it all, correct?” 

That was the last line when Curtis fist connected with Matts face, his head snapping back sharply. 

Curtis could tolerate alot of things, your brother disrespecting you clearly wasnt one of them. 

Fuck it all.  

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[whattodowithace]

I Hate You Part III (Byeongkwan)

Title: I Hate You Part III

Pairing: Byeongkwan (A.C.E) x Reader

Genre: Spice

Word Count: 2K Words

Writer: Whattodowithkpop

*****

I open my eyes slowly, looking around the room I was in. A room I had grown used to in the past three months.

The clock on the bedside table read ‘8:47’ making me sigh in frustration. I stretch out my body slightly, careful not to disturb the arm that was draped against my stomach. I turn around, facing Byeongkwan as his arm stays on my waist.

I take note of his features, my heart rate increasing as I watch his chest rise and fall slowly due to his breaths. I smile at him before speaking his name softly to wake him up.

“Byeongkwan, we’re late.” I tell him, scooting closer until our noses brush against each other.

He groans out in protest, his arm tightening around my body.

I giggle as I push his shoulder slightly, causing him to fall on his back with a whine. I crawl on top of him, straddling his waist as I look down at him. He peeks one eye open, smirking as he looks me up and down.

“Why aren’t you on top of me all the time?” He asks, his hands resting on my thighs.

I lean down, resting my chest against his as I kiss his neck, kissing the fading marks from our first escapade that still lingered on his skin.

“Can we just stay here today?” HE sighs out as my fingers dance along his chest.

“People will know what we are.” I tell him, gently dragging my tongue to his collarbone.

“What are we?” He asks curiously, grabbing my thighs tighter as I gently kiss his collarbones.

“Enemies with benefits?” I offer with a soft chuckle.

Byeongkwan shakes his head, not liking the idea.

“What do you want to be?” I bring my head to face his, looking deep into his eyes.

“Yours.” He breathes, his heated breath fanning across my face My eyes widen in surprise, scanning his eyes for any deception, not sure how to respond to his boldness.

“You don’t have to say the same.” He tells me, one of his hands reaching up to my face, his thumb pressing into my cheekbone. “But know that I’m yours, whether you’re mine or not.”

He leans in, pushing his lips to mine. I kiss him back, but my mind was plagued by his words, not sure how to process his statements and his feelings.

“We really should get ready.” I whisper into his lips, just barley pulled away enough to speak.

Byeongkwan whines as I get off of him to walk around his room to get dressed.

After I had gotten mostly dressed, I walk to Byeongkwan’s body that was still under the covers. I lean down to his ear, my breath tickling his ear making him tense.

“After today we have the weekend, two whole days of nothing but you and me in this bedroom.”

He quickly grabs my wrist, kissing me hard as his hand moves to the back of my neck. I smile against his lips, my hands resting on his bare chest.

I pull away with a laugh. “We have to go, get dressed.”

He reluctantly raises from the bed, getting dressed along side me as we prepare for the day.

~~~~~~

By the time Byeongkwan and I finally make it to the school, our two first classes were already over. Meaning when we entered, students were at their lockers, rushing to get their supplies for the next periods before their classes started. Byeongkwan and I walk in together, me avoiding my peers eyes as I look to the floor. I can hear them start to whisper as they see Byeongkwan and I show up to school late together. I bring my hand over my eyes, hoping no one would recognize me. A snapback appears in my eyesight making me snap my head up to Byeongkwan who was offering said hat.

“You can hide better with it.” He says sheepishly, his eyes holding a sadness as he keeps his eyes forward.

I take the hat with a thank you, placing it onto of my head, shielding me slightly from the stares.

“I’ll see you in biology.” I tell Byeongkwan as I spilt off from him, running to find Chan and attempt escaping the looming gossip and eyes following me.

~~~~~

“He is admitting to like you!” Chan exclaims quietly as we sit at lunch.

“Chan, it feels odd because I’m so used to hating his guts and now it’s the complete opposite and I’m just worried…” I ramble, anxiety brimming as I look over to Byeongkwan seeing his eyes on me.

“If a man says he’s yours whether you're his or not it's a high form of commitment and if you don’t capitalize on this you are going to miss out.” Chan reasons as his head nods to the table next to Byeongkwan’s where a few of the girls were making dreamy eyes at him as they attempted engaging him in conversation. I scoff with a roll of my eyes as I look to Byeongkwan seeing his attention solely on me, not registering the girls next to him. My heart picks up as he smiles and waves.

“You both have it bad.” Chan snickers, stuffing his face with food.

“Whatever.” I click my tongue as I go back to much lunch, only occasionally glancing up to look at Byeongkwan.

~

I didn’t get anything out of any classes I was attending, my mind too busy thinking about Byeongkwan’s words. To say he’d be mine even if I wasn’t. Chan made fun of me throughout the day, which only earned him glares.

The final period had ended as Chan and I set next to each other with Byeongkwan in the front row.

“I have to leave early again.” Chan tells me as he stands, his bag being draped over his shoulder.

“Chan, no.” I whisper at him as I pull his arm, making him sit next to me. “I can’t be alone with him.”

Chan rolls his eyes. “You literally told him you would be with him all weekend, well it’s the weekend why not start now.”

“Chan no, I’m not ready I don't have an answer for him.”

“You do have an answer you just don’t want to admit it.” Chan grumbles as he folds his arms.

He was right… I knew my answer but there was no way I was ready to admit it.

“What is possibly so important you have to leave early today?” I ask him in frustration as he stands again.

“Jun is helping me with math.” Chan smiles as he looks down to Byeongkwan who was already looking our way.

Chan offers him a wave as I pester Chan. “I can help you with math just sit down here with me.”

“We aren’t even in the same math!” Chan points out as he steps away from me. “This time please don’t actually jump him.”

“I’m leaving with you.” I tell him as I collect my items from my desk.

“You can’t come with me, Jun and I have to study.” Chan rolls his eyes as he starts walking past me.

“I’ll just walk with you until you meet Jun.” I bargain with him as I give him pleading eyes.

Chan groans as he rubs his face. “Fine.” I thank him before collecting the rest of my stuff as follow him down the steps.

We reach the bottom where Byeongkwan was and we are met with him smiling with his backpack slung over his shoulder.

“You guys heading out too?” Byeongkwan asks, making wince at the realization he was leaving early like the rest of us.

Chan smirks widely as he nods. “Yea, do you want to walk out with us?”

I pinch Chan’s arm, making him screech in pain to which Byeongkwan tilted his head in confusion.

“Yeah, okay.” Byeongkwan agrees as his eyes meet mine.

They softened as they met mine, making my heart melt at his gaze. Chan is what breaks us of our trance as he pulls by backpack strap to get me to follow him.

~

The three of us walked together out of the school. I walked in silence as Byeongkwan and Chan conversed about numerous things, things I didn’t realize they had in common. I would often find my eyes drifting to Byeongkwan, watching as he laughed with Chan my heart filling with a tingly feeling. His eyes would occasionally meet mine, making my whole stomach fill with butterflies, only intensifying whenever he smiled at me. In this moment, my heart was confident in my answer for him, but my mind still continued to doubt.

The sun was starting to set by the time we meet up with Jun. Jun was on the park bench, his glasses pushed high on his nose as his eyes scanned over the pages of the book the rested in his hands.

“Jun!” Chan shouts as his pace quickens as he runs up to the boy.

Jun lifts his head to see the three of us to which he smiles and waves.

“Are all of you here for math help?” Jun asks with concern, seeing as Byeongkwan and I were not in the same math class as him and Chan.

“No, we just walked with Chan, we will be parting ways here.” I explain with a smile.

Jun’s smile drops as he looks between Byeongkwan and I. “You guys are going together?”

I look to Byeongkwan who was looking at me. He sends me a wink out of sight from Jun and Chan as his smile widens. My stomach fills with butterflies again as I turn to face Jun, ignoring the burning that my cheeks felt.

“We get along now, dont worry.” I laugh nervously.

“They get along really well.” Chan smirks, making Jun’s eyes widen.

“There is a thin line between love and hate.” Jun nods in understanding.

“And on that note, we will be leaving.” I tell them as I grab Byeongkwan’s wrist to pull him away from the pair. “Have fun studying!”

~

Byeongkwan and I started walking down the sidewalk, our hands separated but brushing against one another as we take long steps towards his house.

We walked in silence for awhile, a comfortable silence, but one that held a lingering feeling.

Byeongkwan broke it with a sigh. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable this morning. It’s just that… You looked so gorgeous on top of me and it just slipped out..”

I feel my cheeks get hot as I think back to this morning, my body looming over his.”It’s really fine Byeongkwan, you just caught me off guard that’s it.”

“Then why did you avoid touching me in biology?” He asks with a quiet voice.

I bite my lip, feeling guilty that he noticed. “It’s not that I didnt want to touch you… I’m just nervous because I could easily fall for you but what if you decide you get bored of me after my heart makes that decision.”

He remains silence, making my anxiety sky rocket as I look to him to see his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He stops his steps as he grabs my hand, my body coming to face his as he stares down at me.

“I can’t see anyone getting bored of you.” He chuckles lightly. “I know we have our fun in banters and late nights, but that’s not why I’m yours.”

My heart jumps out of my chest at those words as he leans his head down to mine, our noses barley touching.

“You have captivated me in every way possible.”

It wasnt the most poetic speech out there, but the words definitely made my heart beat and my mind race.

“If you get bored of me, I’ll go back to hating you.” I tell him in a hushed tone as my eyes flicker down to his full lips practically begging to be licked, bit, and kissed.

He chuckles as he moves in to where his lips just barley touch mine. “Then we will go back to the sexual tension.”

With that, he pushes his lips into mine, kissing me hard as my hands find themselves in his hair.

“Byeongkwan.” I whisper to him before my words get swallowed by his lips.

“Let’s go back to my place, you have a promise to keep.” He whispers as he pulls away, grabbing my hand gently to lead me to his house where the promise of a weekend in his room with just the two of us was fulfilled.

Previous Part ~

MASTERLIST

[idreamofhazel]

All Work, No Play

Requested by @murielthemagicalgirl​: Reader crushes hard on Sam and works from time to time together with the boys. And she's introverted and a usually mature and serious person. But when she accidentally sees Sam without his shirt she gets hella flustered and awkward and Dean grins from ear to ear and teases her because of it until she confesses maybe that she indeed likes his brother, not knowing that said is standing behind her

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: just fluff

Your machete sliced cleanly through the neck of a falling vampire. As the body thumped to the floor, you drug the blade across your jacket with two quick swipes.

“You’re going to need some tide pens for that.” Dean Winchester stood behind you, chuckling to himself.

A quick glance around the room showed you that the last of the nest was fallen. The bloody mess had splattered and pooled on the victorian rug beneath your feet. There might have been some pieces of salvageable furniture elsewhere in the house but none in this room. Four dead vampires had stained the parlor with red. It was very Addam’s Family meets The Walking Dead. You picked up the arms of a vampire who fell across the velvet footrest and drug it across the floor. You dropped her on top of the one you just killed and headed for another one.

“What’s up with the pile? Or vamp-ile, if you will.” Dean couldn’t contain the pleasure he derived from coming up with that joke.

You dumped another body in your pile. Out of the corner of your eye, Sam knudged Dean with his shoulder and began to help you with the clean up task. When you thought no one could see your face, you smiled to yourself. You appreciated the help.

“I never knew a hunter that could smile about their work like that.” Dean was suddenly beside you, his voice in your ear.

“I never knew a hunter that cracked so many jokes on the job,” you said.

“Jokes keep the sanity alive, sweetheart.”

“Dean,” Sam chided from across the room.

“She’s worked with us enough times to know my style,” Dean said.

“And you’ve worked with me enough to know mine,” you shot back.

That elicited a smug smile from Sam.

Your cheeks grew hot as Sam looked at you with pride. Your cleverness was instantly cut back. No matter how confident you were, one look from Sam turned you into a stuttering mess.

“I know you won’t come celebrate with us,” Dean said, “All work, no play. It’s really sad.”

“I’ll go.” You faced the opposite direction of the Winchesters, bagging a vampire head. You could feel their wide eyes on the back of your head.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to take your notes or, or clean your knives?” Sam didn’t mean his question as a jab.

You smiled at his memory of your habits before turning around. “No. I’ll just do it tomorrow. Come on,” you said, slipping your knife into your boot and throwing the garbage bag full of heads over your shoulder, “It’s time to have some fun. Let’s party. Or whatever you do.”

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance as you walked out the stained glass door. The tattered blanket covering the glass gave up and fell to the floor as the lock clicked into place. Dean mouthed Fun?; Sam shrugged. Sam had never seen you with a drink in your hand, let alone in a bar. The thought of it made him worry that something else was going on. He’d have to ask you when Dean wasn’t around.

Being in a bar was an uncomfortable experience. You could handle hunting challenges with tact and grace but the dynamics of the drinking scene disoriented you. You alternated your attention between the stray threads on your shirt and taking sips of your jack and coke. Dean played pool for gas money while Sam sat next to you, finishing his second beer.

“So, honestly,” Sam said, “What made you decide to come out here? You trying to prove something to Dean?”

His smile was teasing and overwhelming.

“Uh, no. I,” you began, your cheeks growing hot, “I guess I-”

“Hey Sam!” Dean called out. You both turned your heads to the sound. Dean motioned Sam over from across the bar, “New game! Teams!”

“Hold that thought,” Sam said apologetically.

He took off towards the pool table, leaving you with the rest of your answer hanging on the tip of your tongue. The Winchester Pool Games lasted as long as Dean felt a winning streak. You’d have to explain another night, whenever you ran into Sam and Dean again.

You sucked your jack and coke dry, staring down the barrel of the straw until the last drop was gone. Dean whooped behind you. Maybe it was time to join the fun.

You grabbed a handful of peanuts, swung around on your stool, and hopped off. Sam was leaning over the pool table, the arch of his back displayed gracefully. He adjusted his pool stick with deliberation, his shirt hovering over the edge of the table, his hair falling over his cheek. He hit the cue ball with accuracy, sinking in two of the opponent’s with one strike, then stood proudly.

The other two men grimaced, unaware that Sam had such precision. There was a fair amount of money on the line.

You wandered over to a table with a satisfactory view of the game. Sam winked at you as one of their opponents tried to sink a ball but grumbled when he missed. The alcohol in your system gave you the sense to smile back with a laugh.

The stolen glances continued and ended when Dean declared victory with a sunken eight ball. They had played four games and won each of them. Sam bought three victory beers and handed one to you. Your eyes fell to the floor as the confidence you had wore off.

By the end of the beers, exhaustion had creeped up on all of you. You unanimously declared the night over, getting up to leave the bar in unison. Dean grabbed your shoulder from behind before you reached the door. Sam kept walking.

“Hey, you’re staying at the same motel as us, right?” he said, glancing over as Sam walked out the door.

“Yeah, why?”

“Can you come to our room? I wanna talk to you about something. I’ll send you a text when we’re decent.” He added a smirk but his request seemed off.

“Uhh, sure.”

“Cool.” Dean patted your shoulder then let his hand fall as he took off after Sam.

He left you standing in the middle of the bar without an explanation but with a hoard of questions. A deep voice slurred from across the bar. “You all alone now?”

There could only be about two reasons why Dean would ask you to his room. One, he was going to play a prank, or two, he or both Winchesters had been keeping a secret from you that had life-or-death ramifications.

The voice called out again. “He-eey you wanna drank I sayd?”

You were in the mood for none of it. You stalked out the door, letting it bang loudly behind you. Dean, or both, would hear it from you if one of them had decided to do something stupid again like sell their souls.

The text came shortly after you brushed your teeth and changed into sweats. You knocked four times on the thin, wooden door and waited. Dean took a long time to answer for someone who was expecting a guest.

The door flew open and instead of Dean’s face, Sam’s bare chest greeted you.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” Sam said.

“I, uh, Dean said he’d be here, but I guess I, I heard wrong. Sorry.” You kept your eyes anywhere but on his freshly showered six-pack. You noticed his pajama pants were plaid but you had to be careful where you looked there, too. You looked up but darted when you met his eyes. Then you moved down to his feet. They were bare.

“You can come in and wait for him if you want.” Sam was acting nonchalant. Way too nonchalant.

“No that’s ok.” You turned on your heels and fled.

Well that was stupid! Could you have handled that situation any more poorly!

“Hey Y/N!” Dean.

You stopped next to a row of vending machines, the light from their displays revealing Dean’s smug face.

“You said to meet you in your room. I went to your room. You were not there.”

“Well I’m here.”

You glowered at him. “I think you know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do.”

You threw back your head and sighed. “You knew Sam would be there by himself.”

“Why is that a problem?”

“Because he was shirtless when he opened the door!”

Dean chuckled to himself. “I can’t say anything about what Sam chooses to do when I’m not there.”

Your cheeks grew hot again. “That’s not the point!” you sighed, “I can tell by the look on your face that you orchestrated this whole set up.”

“Set up for what?”

“You know exactly what.”

“Ooh, because you have a massive crush on my little brother?”

“Yes! Fine! Ok? And you knew he’d be there, probably shirtless, and you knew I’d answer the door completely unprepared and make myself look like an idiot!”

“You didn’t look like an idiot, Y/N,” Sam said.

Sam.

You spun around. Now he wore a gray t-shirt paired with his sneakers and a facetious grin.

“Why are you here!” you cried.

He chuckled. “I wanted to get a snack.” He gestured towards the machines.

“I’m sorry.” You shook your head. “I didn’t really know what was going on.”

“So you don’t actually have a massive crush on me?”

“Well I-”

“Because that would be disappointing,” Sam said. His eyes never wavered from your face.

Your heart picked up speed as if it were going to fly out of your throat and the butterflies in your stomach felt more like a flock of hummingbirds.

Sam reached his hand for your elbow and pulled you close. You didn’t protest.

“I’ve actually waited a long time to do this,” he whispered to you.  

“Me too,” you breathed out.

Sam responded with a beaming smile before his lips met yours. The kiss wasn’t perfect; there were nose bumps, but it was everything you imagined it would be. You melted. Sam was a great kisser.

“Uh guys, I’m still here,” Dean said.

Sam didn’t stop so neither did you. You wiggled your arm out of his hold and waved Dean off. This is what he wanted after all, for you and Sam to finally admit your feelings for one another. How it was happening was all his fault really. You felt Sam smile against your lips and you mirrored him, putting your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, basking in the glow of an off-brand soda machine and a blinking vacancy sign. Having fun was the best decision you ever made.

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Adorable

I’ve come to join the Nari kissing booth party hehe :>

They would gladly give him a hug and share some Perpetual Stew with him!!

HOLY SHIT IS THAT T H E SPIDER-INSPACE IN MY ASK BOX?????????????

LETS FUCKKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO