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literaturewithliz · 2 years ago

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1. Rae, I like it.

2. It depends on what you define art as. If you define art as writing and literature, the yes, I am artistic.

3. No.

4. To help as many people as I can.

5. No, I do not.

6. I don’t play for a team, but I do enjoy archery.

7. My dad dying.

8. My aunt, I think.

9. Baking, I guess? I’ve been told I’m good at writing.

10. Haha, no.

11. Some are cute, some are cringe.

12. I ADORE READING!

13. Anne With an E, that’s it I think.

14. Kind of, yeah. I feel like a lot of people grab and go. I know it’s not anyones responsibility to follow people they do not want to follow, but asking for something, getting it, and liking it only to ignore the blog after? Especially if you ask for multiple things, it just seems kind of uncaring.

15. I never remember my dreams, I swear.

16. No.

17. I have eight dogs and one rabbit.

18. Yes, I am Christian.

19. Not at all.

20. Also not at all.

21. Biting my nails.

22. When someone mentions my weight. I feel like I’m being looked at under a microscope.

23. Girl: Jane Boy: Jordan

24. Lewis Tan, Will Poulter.

25. English

26. Considering I have eight, I chose dogs.

27. Discord, probably.

28. I asked to post their name, and they said they weren’t comfortable with that.

29. Me and my dad.

30. CHOCOLATE.

31. No. I feel terrified at the thought of going on a date.

32. Yes, I love them.

33. I spent half of my childhood half an hour away from the beach, so I’ve been swimming since I could walk, practically.

34. Probably read a lot of survival books and use my newfound knowledge to survive in the wild where zombies probably wouldn’t go.

35. I was recently diagnosed with depression, even though I know that’s been going on for years. I’m positive I have anxiety too, but haven’t been diagnosed for that.

36. No, they are divorced.

37. Yellow. But the light ones. Bright colors freak me out.

38. North America.

39. Taylor Swift, hands down.

40. I would like to think I could one day be good enough at writing to be famous for it, but I’m not sure I can actually picture it,

41. I like dresses, but don’t wear them as much as I’d like to.

42. Oooo hard one. But at the moment, it’s probably True Colors by Shuba.

43. Not really. It does if it’s a really detailed conversation, but not when it’s mentioned or the word is said.

44. Ten, I think.

45. Yes. Didn’t particularly enjoy it.

46. No.

47. Also no.

48. Depends on what it’s about.

49. When I was like, 7, I went to a water park, and was just playing around when I met a girl who I thought looked a lot like me best friend. It took me about fifteen minutes to realize that it was, in fact, my best friend.

50. Meh. Tuesdays are usually just really slow.

51. I guess I was. I’m always told that I was cute, anyways.

52. No.

53. Twirling my hair.

54. No. But I have been tempted,

55. The birth certificate says blue, but they like to change from blue to green to sometimes grey whenever they feel like it so.

56. Rabbits.

57. Ooooo many times. Many, many times.

58. I have a great relationship with my dad. My relationship with my mother could use some improvement.

59. I have like, one good friend. (Not counting online friends.)

60. I have an uncle who is gay, and a cousin who is bisexual.

61. English.

62. The Good Doctor, Anne With an E, Shadow and Bone, and others.

63. I’m not really organized except for my notebooks.

64. I honestly can’t remember. I don’t watch a lot of movies.

67. Diana Barry, from Anne With an E.

68. I let what people think about me affect me. Even if I don’t have a clue what they are thinking.

69. Traveling, going to bookshops all around the world.

70. I would try harder to stop stressing so much.

71. Literally everything. I’d probably be better at focusing in class.

72. I would watch what I eat, and watch how I weigh. I’d also stop myself from being a people pleaser.

73. Depends on the loved one and the law.

74. Last summer.

75. How messy my room is atm.

76. I’m really trying hard to study for my final exams.

77. A chef, a lawyer, a veterinarian, lots of things.

78. My sanity. I like things to have order and be scheduled.

79. I don’t speak up for myself, especially when I really need to. Too many times to just name one.

80. Trying to get into a good nursing college.

81. I’d be cutting off a lot of toxic people.

82. I’d hop around from place to place probably. I might open a dog shelter.

83. College, paying off my family’s debts, paying for my cousins’ higher education. I’d give like, a fourth of it to different charities. And save the rest.

84. The future, because I feel like it will be better than the past.

85. All of the people who tell me I’m dumb for not understanding math, everyone who has bullied me, and getting to be better than my mother and my brother.

86. Still can’t remember any of my dreams.

87. The city. Because I live in the woods right now, and I can confirm, it sucks.

88. As a Christian, I believe we go to heaven. However, studying what other people believe happens has always intrigued me!

89. I had a teacher in third grade, who’s name I will not expose for the sake of privacy, who was very original. She was a very passionate person, and always encouraged her students to be the same way. She was very kind, but she never let people walk over her. She seemed like the ideal kind of person to be then and now.

90. The daddy-daughter days my father and I would have when we lived in California. We would go to a fun place like, once a moth and just spend time together. We went to places like Disneyland, the beach, Nott’s Berry Farm, and others.

91. Anne Boleyn. She is so interesting to me. She was a very intelligent and confident woman, two characteristics society did not like women to have. I want to ask her about her opinions about politics, literature, and other things.

92. I think I’d e the type of person to cry when their child receives their high school diploma or any award.

93. That not everyone is going to like me. It took years for me to accept the fact that I don’t live around a lot of people who feel the same way about things that I do, especially when it comes to social justice and hobbies.

94. I think we go to heaven to be with God.

95. Probably hide in big groups of people so no one knows I’m there because I despise when people are looking at me

96. I can’t stop caring about what others think of me. I know that I said I’ve accepted that not everyone will like me, but that doesn’t make it less hard to deal with, you know?

97. I don’t think so. I think I’d rather just let what’s meant to be happen.

98. I don’t really know. I was in like, kindergarten, and the boy o had a crush on just seemed interesting to me. I didn’t know anything about him, but he still seemed fascinating.

99. I always try and ignore my anger. I have a lot of toxic people in my life at the moment, and they make me livid. But I’ve always been taught that anger is a bad thing that needs to be suppressed. When in reality, anger is just a natural thing that can only be avoided so long. However, once again, knowing something doesn’t make it easier to deal with.

100. As of right now, I’d say I just exist, but the minuet I get to college I promise I WILL start living. I just need to wait this out.

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redwingsupportgroup · 4 years ago

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TFATWS TIMLINE:

How long did the mission really take them.

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this will be a long post exploring locations, times spent in travel, days/hours spent in every city and the overall count of days and hours spent on the mission.

I made this because I have no social life as a guide to any fan or fic writer interested in the accurate time line and hours spent in this show

(this will start from episode 2 of season 1 from the point the mission itself starts)

NOTE: this thread won't include the time taken from airports to the exact locations of where Sam and Bucky have stayed or action took place.

📍 AIRFORCE AIRPORT - MUNICH, GERMANY

there's two locations where Sam would have gone to, either the BARKSDALE airforce camp in Louisiana or JOIN BASE ANACOSTIA BOLLING in Washington DC. thus the trip to Munich could take:

first guess: Louisiana - would take around 10 HOURS and 56 MINUTES

second guess: Washington DC - would take around 11 HOURS and 30 MINUTES

📌 time spent in city: half a day. Sam and Bucky are able to pinpoint the flagsmashers location immediately with the help of redwing tech. They engage in a fight on top of moving trucks, later on they have a brief conversation with John Walker and Lemar Hoskins before heading back to their means of travel.

📍 MUNICH, GERMANY - BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

the trip would take: 8 HOURS and 55 MINUTES

📌 time spent in city: half a day. Sam and Bucky go to visit Isiah Bradley in his house after Bucky seems to believe Isaiah would be able to help in providing info on the super soldier serum the flagsmashers obtain. After the short visit, Bucky is taken by police for his absence from his therapy session. Sam waits until dark in the police station. They stay the night in US before taking off the next day, mostly in a hotel.

📍 BALTIMORE, MARYLAND - BERLIN, GERMANY

the trip would take: 8 HOURS and 47 MINUTES

📌 time spent in city: one day and a half (two mornings, one night). Bucky suggests going to Zemo for info on the serum, Sam agrees. When the pair arrive to the prison we can see the sun through the windows in the prison corridor. When Bucky takes Sam to meet Zemo after escaping it's around night time. The trio spent the night (mostly in an under radar motel) and took off on Zemo's private jet the next morning.

📍 BERLIN, GERMANY - MADRIPOOR

Madripoor is a fictional city located near Indonesia. I used Jakarta as the arrival point, the time for this one isn't accurate but the closest to realistic estimate.

the trip would take: around 13 HOURS and 54 MINUTES

📌 time spent in city: a day (half a night, half a morning). from Selby's club to Sharon's house to Negal's lab. I explained this here.

📍 MADRIPOOR - RIGA, LATVIA

again, Madripoor is a fictional location and Jakarta was used as the take off point. time isn't accurate.

the trip would take: around 13 HOURS and 6 MINUETS

📌 time spent in city: two - three days. Sam, Bucky and Zemo arrive to the city after learning the whereabouts of Karli and the flagsmashers. They settle in for an hour or so before visiting the camp where the displaced people Karli helped were. After Zemo announces that mama Donya's funeral will be held in the afternoon, the trio head to meet their info source and meet John Walker and Lemar Hoskins. Sam waits for the funeral to end and talks to Karli, things end in a fight and the serum is destroyed (but for one). The Dora Milaji come for Zemo, he escape. After their defeat John and Lemar have a heart-to-heart talk that results to John taking the serum. Karli calls Sarah and asks her to deliver a location to Sam. John follows Sam and Bucky, Lemar is killed in the camp. John kills a flagsmasher and it ends with Sam and Bucky fighting him and reclaiming the shield, all (presumably) in one day. It isn't stated after in the show how long, but Sam and Bucky took some time there, John was back to the US and taken to court (this couldn't have happened the second he landed, he had medical attention and was in his uniform). Sam and Bucky appeare to have stayed for a few days after the fact, long enough for the GRC to empty the camp. It could be anything from one to two days or three. They probably booked a hotel since Zemo's house was no longer an option.

📍 SOKOVIA Memorial

📍 BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

After Lithuania and reclaiming the shield, Sam and Bucky take separate routes and it's the first time they are. separate since the mission took place. While Bucky heads to the Sokovian memorial to fulfill his promise to the Dora Milaje and hand Zemo in, Sam takes off to Baltimore, Maryland to talk to Isiah Bradley.

This gap takes around a day and a half, Sam immediately goes to visit Isiah after landing since he says "I'm coming home." when he calls Sarah. In the scene where Sam confronts Sarah about her not telling him the boat won't be selling she mentions how sad he looked "yesterday" after talking to Isiah. Sam calls neighbors and friends to fix the boat and Bucky joins in.

Bucky spends two days (two days and one night) in the Wilsons house before leaving.

📍 NEW YORK

time spent in city: one night. the final fight against the flagsmashers.

📍 NEW YORK, BROOKLYN

📍 LOUISIANA, DELACROIX - BALTIMORE, MARYLAND - WASHINGTON DC.

Another time gap comes in between Sam and Bucky after their mission is done. This one could stretch from few days to two weeks.

Bucky sends Dr. Raynor a card saying "I finished my book." and I think this would take longer than a few hours or two days. all of the names were scratched off from the list.

Sam goes to Isiah in Maryland and asks him to join him in Washington, in the Smithsonian museum exactly where he shows him the memorial. Setting up a memorial and crafting the statute doesn't take a short amount of time, even as Cap, things like this take time.

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FINAL NOTES:

Days spent in cities: 10 DAYS. This doesn't include the time post the mission (the list and the memorial period.)

Hours spent flying: 53 HOURS and 172 MINUTES (2 DAYS and 5 HOURS).

Places visited: 7 (Munich / Baltimore / Berlin / Madripoor / Riga / Louisiana / New York)

Hotles: around 3 hotels.

Other shelters: Sharon's house / Zemo's place / Wilson Family house.

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this was all put by me, I may have missed an event, location or messed up a flight time duration. please correct me if you have better info on something.

hope this helps the fics in progress and be useful.

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missmorosis · 4 years ago

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Terrible

Hi! Hello!

Part of the inspo for this fic is here! Whump & fluff are my soft spots… I really loved this prompt by @whumpster-dumpster omg I was scrolling through your prompts and I LOVE THEM!! I’ll definitely have to do one or two more in the future!

Please please please send in requests through my asks!! I would LOVE to write more for y’all~

Pairing: uhhhh soo it can be Zuko x reader, buuut it’s pretty much Gaang x reader :) pairing can apply to everyone? idk

Warnings: Just some dizziness, sickness, fainting! Also please pretend that covid doesn’t exist here~

Word count: omg i wrote 2.5k words!

Summary: Y/N is very sick, but of course, she’s so stubborn that she still needs to help set up for Aang’s birthday party.

When Y/N woke up, she wasn’t sure what was wrong, but she felt out of it. She blindly reached out next to her, feeling for Zuko’s warm body, but he wasn’t there. He must be off at work at the Jasmine Dragon already or something…

Y/N turned on her phone and groaned. 8:30 AM. She had to get up; she had promised Katara that she would help set up for Aang’s birthday, and she was supposed to meet her in one hour. Sighing, she kicked her blanket off and peeled her eyes open, slightly shivering from the cold. She squinted her eyes. Why was the sunlight so bright? Her eyelids felt heavy, and she wanted more than anything to pull the blanket back up and make herself comfortable once more. However, she scooted her body out of bed, forcing herself to get up.

Her body didn’t approve. She groaned, rubbing her pounding temples with her hand. She stayed still, hoping for the headache to pass before she made any sharp movements. After a while, the throbbing ceased a bit, and Y/N deemed it safe to move. She checked the time. 8:42 AM. She cursed, getting clothes from her closet as fast as she could. Ignoring her headache, she made a quick mental checklist of the things she needed to do. 1. Take a shower. 2. Get dressed & get ready. 3. Pick up the cake from the bakery, and 4. Drive over to Katara’s and help her with anything else. She could do that in 48, now 47 minutes, right?

She trudged through her room, through the hallway, heading towards the bathroom. She brought her clothes over, setting it down on the counter next to the sink. She paused, leaning on the bathroom door for just a second, feeling lightheaded. She sighed, closing her eyes. Why was it so hot all of a sudden? Why was the room spinning…? That never happened before… Where was this sickness coming from? Her knees sank into the ground. No. She promised to help Katara. She lifted herself up with difficulty, using the edge of the sink as support. She staggered, but eventually, she pulled herself up.

Maybe a shower would make her feel better? She pulled her clothes off and got into the shower. The warm water ran against the skin, flowing through her hair. She was going to be fine. She needed to help Katara! She didn’t want Katara to set up the party all by herself.

Ahh, yes, this was making her feel… better. Right? The water steamed, fogging up the shower glass. She shampooed her hair, running her fingers through her scalp, but it wasn’t making her feel better. No, it was making her feel worse. She was feeling incredibly dizzy and her limbs were weak. The steam from the hot water made her even more dizzy. The shower violently swayed to one side, the world spinning too fast for Y/N to keep up. She washed out the bubbles in her hair, her body slowly sinking into the floor of the shower booth. She was now on all four, unable to stay standing.

What was happening to her? Y/N washed her body with a loofa, still sitting on the floor of the booth, moving slowly with low energy. She washed all the bubbles off and turned off the water. She crawled out and grabbed a towel and the clothes from the countertop. She wiped away the water with the towel and she slowly pulled the clothes on, starting with her lower body. The ripped jeans she picked out were seriously annoying to put on. Her feet kept getting caught in the holes, and it was especially hard because Y/N was seeing double. She then pulled on her top and exhaled in relief. She reached for her phone. 9:13 AM. She internally screamed; she spent way too long to shower. She only had 17 more minutes to do… what?

What was number 2 on her checklist again? She couldn’t make her brain think. She was too busy trying to stay conscious. She closed her eyes, shakily bringing her legs in, moving her body into a fetal position. She rested her head on her knees, trying to stop the room from spinning so severely, trying to stop her from feeling so weak, and trying to stop herself from passing out. She felt faint and she didn’t know if she could get up. She would rather lay on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.

“Y/N?” Someone knocked at the door, and Y/N barely recognized his voice. Her brain was not working at all.

“Zuko?” she weakly managed to call his name. Hadn’t he gone to work?

“Hey, are you okay? Can I come in? You’ve been in the bathroom for over 40 minutes.” 40 minutes!? How has time gone by so fast?! Y/N reached one arm up and unlocked the bathroom door, grunting at the effort. The door burst open, letting in the cool air from outside the bathroom. She sighed, and tried to look up at Zuko. “Oh my gosh, Y/N!” He kneeled down next to her, his hand immediately on her forehead, checking her temperature. “You’re burning up! What happened?”

“I- I woke up feeling sick and now I’m about to pass out,” she breathed. Her wet hair was dripping onto the white bathroom tiles. Her breathing was shallow, and her surroundings were still wobbly. Her eyesight was going wonky… why was everything blacking out? She squinted, trying to focus on Zuko, but he kept moving. “Z- Zuko, stop moving, I can’t focus on you.”

“Y/N,” he looked at her with concerned eyes. “I’m not moving.” Her mouth opened to form an “o” shape, and she blinked. She was sure he was moving. “Here, lean on me, okay?” She could hear him repositioning himself. She rested her head on the front of Zuko’s chest. She could hear his heartbeat. Thump… thump… thump… She slumped further onto his knees as the world spun and her vision went black.

✧･ﾟ: *

“Y/N? Hey, are you alright?” Zuko was above Y/N, looking very worried.

“Z- Zuko? What time is it?” Zuko checked his phone.

“9:53, but that’s not important. You literally just passed out.”

“9:53?!” She was late! “Oh no, oh no. I need to pick up the cake and get to Katara’s!” She quickly sat up, which caused her to groan. She shouldn’t have done that; she buried her head in her hands to try and stop the room from spinning once again.

“Hey,” Zuko gently pushed Y/N back down. “I’ll take care of it. It’s okay, you need some rest. Clearly you’re not okay.” He spoke in a soft, calm voice, which calmed her down a bit, but Y/N’s frantic eyes darted all over his face. She shook her head.

“No, I’m fine,” she insisted, despite her headache and the dizziness. She couldn’t get up, let alone drive, but she was undeniably stubborn. She had to help, even though she was definitely not fine. “I promised Katara I would help with Aang’s birthday party. The cake is under my name; only I can pick it up from the bakery. I swear, I’m fine.”

She got up to prove her point, but it backfired. Her knees collapsed from weakness, causing her to trip over herself. She clutched the side of the couch for support. Why did she have to be so dizzy? Zuko’s arms grabbed her from behind, and she lay limp, allowing him to carry her. Why did it take so much effort to stay standing??

“Y/N. I’m worried about you, and you definitely can’t go alone.” He sighed. “If this is really important…” Y/N eagerly nodded. It was important! “I’ll go with you. Sounds good?” Y/N nodded again. That was fine! She checked her phone. 9:58 AM! Already?!

Oh wow, she had a lot of messages. She scrolled through her notifications...

Katara: Hey Y/N! Are you coming?

Katara: Y/N?

Katara: Sokka and I are starting to worry… are you okay?

Sokka: helloooooo?

Sokka: Y/N? you’re… very late ahaha

Sokka: seriously tho- hello?? can ya answer

Sokka: y/nnnn answer me :(

Sokka: heart 💔 been broke 📉 so many times ⏰ i don’t know 🤔 what to believe

Katara: Missed Calls (4)

Sokka: Missed Calls (5)

Y/N groaned: she didn’t mean to make them worry! She was completely fine. She quickly texted them back, letting them know that she was running late but she’ll be coming soon. She clicked her phone off and got up, letting Zuko support her. Y/N was grateful; she didn’t think she could walk on her own. He led her to the car, once again looking at her worriedly.

“Are you sure you want to go? You can just text them that you can’t make it,” he said. She waved it off. She was going to be fine. She slumped further into the seat, rubbing her temples. Her head still hurt like crazy, and on top of that, she was shivering from the cold. Why was her body like this…? “You’re cold?” She nodded. She was very cold. “Y/N… it’s 82 degrees.” Oh shoot. Now he was going to worry even more.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ll be fine,” she reassured him. She sent him a smile, just to tie it in. He bit his lip, perhaps to bite back some more worried comments, but instead he started the car. The dizziness multiplied as soon as Zuko started driving. She probably should have stayed home, but it’s too late now… “Head over to umm…” Y/N racked her brain, trying to remember the name of the bakery. She closed her eyes as another headache struck her temples. She was tired of this.

“Y/N?” Another worried glance. She had been “thinking” for too long.

“Oh, umm, the one in the plaza next to Katara’s house. It has brick walls.” Zuko changed course, heading to the bakery Y/N described. The car ride felt terrible. Every second, her head hurt, the world kept spinning, and Zuko kept on looking at her as if she was going to pass out again any minute. Which could actually be a possibility, but she put that aside.

Finally, they arrived at the bakery. Zuko gestured for Y/N to stay in the car, which she was totally fine with. She felt like she closed her eyes for a second, and when she blinked, Zuko was already back in the car with the cake in the backseat.

“Oh, hi… Welcome back!” Y/N said. Zuko sighed.

“Y/N, you need to rest. You… look terrible.”

“Gee.. thanks.” She knew, in fact, that if she looked as bad as she felt, she looked very terrible. “But it’s too late now! We’re practically already at Katara’s house. I can see it from here.” Zuko sighed again and started the short drive. After only a few minutes, the two pulled up in Katara’s driveway. Zuko helped Y/N out, and she was not ready. Her leg crumpled as soon as it hit the floor, but Zuko caught her. She mumbled “sorry” as she tried to stand up straight. Zuko practically carried her; she definitely could not walk on her own. Everything was spinning, including Zuko, so she trusted him to lead the way. He rang the doorbell. Sokka answered the door.

“Hey guys! Hi Zuko, didn’t know you were coming.” Y/N smiled. Sokka looked at the scene in front of him. Y/N knew that they must look really weird: she was leaning on Zuko, and Zuko was supporting her with one arm around her waist. “Y/N, you guys are getting reeaaal comfy there.” She could see Zuko rolling his eyes. “Anyways, come in! We’re just finishing up decorating.”

Zuko kicked his shoes off and he helped Y/N do the same. Ahh shoot. Everything spun around her once again. She shut her eyes as tight as she could until it passed. She opened her eyes, looking up at Zuko. His concerned eyes met hers, asking a silent question. Are you sure you’re okay? She nodded, sighing.

“Hey Y/N!” Katara waved at her.

“Sorry I’m so late, I got held up.” Katara nodded in understanding. She could feel Zuko’s eyes on her but she ignored him. She did get held up. By passing out... but she could leave out the details.

“Can you help me put this up?” Katara held up an orange banner in one hand. She read the banner: Happy birthday Appa! Appa? No, she read it again. Aang. Ugh, she couldn’t even read anymore. She climbed up the ladder with one side of the banner in her hand. Shoot. She stopped midway, gripping the edges of the metal ladder as everything spun harshly around her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to squish out all of the dizziness.

“Y/N?” She heard Katara’s voice calling to her, but she couldn’t tell from where. She felt someone pulling her off the ladder. The warmth of the body told her that it was Zuko.

“Y/N, are you okay?” someone asked her, but she couldn’t tell who. She felt Zuko pull her in tighter, but she couldn’t see anything since her eyes were completely shut. She wasn’t planning on opening them until everything was back to normal, which meant that it would be a while. She felt terrible, the room wouldn’t stop spinning, her head pounded, and everything was gross. She buried her head further into Zuko’s arms. Everything hurts so much. She wanted everything to stop.

“Y/N?” Zuko asked her gently.

She heard someone (Sokka?) open and close a cupboard. “Let me take your temperature. Holy- 104.8! Y/N! You shouldn’t have come here. You need to rest.”

“That’s what I was saying, but she insisted on coming.” She heard Zuko’s exasperated voice. She choked back a sob. Everything hurt so bad, the room was spinning and she couldn’t even open her eyes. She should have just stayed home.

“Y/N? Are you going to pass out?” Katara’s worried voice asked.

“Y/N, it’s not healthy to pass out twice in one day,” Zuko whispered.

“Twice?! When did she-”

“This morning. I found her on the bathroom floor.”

“That’s why she was late..? Y/N! You didn’t have to come if you weren’t feeling well!” Everyone else mumbled in agreement.

“Hey, Y/N?” Zuko asked again, softer than before. “Can you say something?”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s okay, but you seriously need to rest, alright? It looks like it just keeps getting worse. How do you feel right now?” Zuko’s hand gripped hers.

“Terrible.” That summed it all up. She felt herself be lifted up, and she was carried away. Zuko’s footsteps echoed in her brain. She was set down on a bed and tucked in.

“Get well soon, okay?” A tender kiss was planted on the top of her burning forehead. She was going to get well for Zuko’s sake.

A/N: that ending do be weird tho

SOOOO that kinda made no sense & it wasn’t too realistic buuut I did write a lot! Hopefully you guys liked it! If you read that mess, THANK YOU!! HUGS TO ALL!!

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soysaucevictim · 3 years ago

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“more than ever, hour (work is never over)”

Summary: Logan goes for a run, and hits a snag when Roman seems to have found himself in trouble. Again. (This happens about a year before “Cherry Cola”, to be clear. Sanders Sides, Gym Rat AU. One-shot. Ao3 link.)

Genres: Slice of Life, Fluff, Light Angst, Sickfic(?)

Characters: Logan and Roman centric. Janus, Patton, and Remus mentioned.

Relationships: Logince (platonic), Background Intrulogical (platonic/ambiguous), Background Roceit (sexual/QPP*), Background Loceit (platonic)

Warnings: Lots of numbers, Himbro Roman, Roman Is A Disaster, illness, over-training, sleep deprivation, heat exhaustion, (not as bad as what happened in “Cherry Cola”), vomiting (mentioned), Logan Is A Good Friend

Logan was running his typical checklists before setting out for another HIIT routine over at the gym. He highly valued maintaining his cardiac and overall health. He wasn’t in the medical field like Janus is and Patton used to be, but he didn’t need those credentials to appreciate it.

Considering he was a 28 year old Homo sapien, his maximal heart rate would be 192 beats per minute. Obviously, he wasn’t keen on achieving nor surpassing exactly that red zone. To say there were diminishing returns, would be an understatement. Remus would take the notion as a challenge… to be sure.

But that value was necessary to calculate his initial target – 65% of that, to be relatively precise. 125, rounded up. He intended to reach that after some warm-up routine and the first lap or two. He would consider this the yellow zone.

Once that holds reasonably steady, his next goal was to go for 87% at the highest intensity. So, 167 BPM. Holding that line for at least a minute. 2 minutes, if he was feeling particularly bold, he was in pretty good shape at this juncture. This would be more of an orange zone.

After the spike in intensity, he would go down to 50% for recovery, or 96 BPM. Rest at that load for 3 minutes, in the proverbial green zone. And then crank the figurative gears back up to the 87% target.

He intended to repeat this for at least 10 rounds. Add more, if energy is willing. Sounded like a plan.

To hit these marks, one of the simpler ways Logan enjoyed were via the exercise bikes. But today, he thought he’ll do some laps around the indoor track. He felt he needed to work in some more devoted arm action, and that would be a reasonable way to hit this workout paradigm. This outline seemed elegant and flawless.

He reviewed all of that while he swapped out his casual shoes for runners, in the locker room.

It was exactly noon when he approached the starting line. He popped in some earbuds to his prepared playlists.

He was listening to the mix named “Warm-Up Playlist”. He knew his fellows would jab him for the plainness of it, but the utility simply couldn’t be argued with. It was a selection of songs that started at 50, incrementing up to 100 BPM in tempo. It helped him keep his pace.

He stood to the side, spending a couple minutes doing some preliminary exercises. Ankle circles, leg swings, pelvic loops, arm circles, and hula-hoop jumps. It’s important to keep all the relevant joints stable and readied. Janus would probably congratulate his refreshing fastidiousness, among their motley crew.

After that micro-checklist was completed, he started going toward a brisk walking pace. He was going to check his heart rate after a couple laps to see how close to 65% he was getting.

Halfway into his first lap, he was nearly knocked over by a blur wearing a red crop-top sweatshirt and matching shorts. Roman, clearly not paying attention to what he was doing. Predictably. Logan snorted and rolled his eyes. He had to table his thoughts about his friend’s whole methodology (or lack thereof, as far as he was concerned), or else he’d fall too far out of rhythm!

Roughly a quarter of the way into the second lap, Roman closed in on Logan again, he was going at a jogging pace to a slightly faster walk to match up with Logan. Roman waved and smiled at Logan, “Hey! Didn’t expect to see ya here, Specs!”

Logan thought the voice was Roman-typically cheery. Frankly Logan would be mystified about this man’s energy, if he hadn’t met Remus first. “Salutations.”

“Why are you going so slooow? Wanna race me? I bet I can totally run circles around you!”

“No. I have a plan I intend to stick to, Roman. You know this.”

Roman melodramatically threw up his arms and pouted at Logan, somewhat impressively coordinated to his slow jogging. “Fiiine. I’m off – I want to see how many laps I can get in, like... the next hour. Adiós, for now~”

Roman went from a jog to a run before he could get a response. Logan tutted before refocusing on getting to that 65% - that yellow zone. After the second lap, he drank some water and checked his pulse… hmmm, 55%. It was time to hit a jog. He skipped a few tracks toward that range and worked to match.

By the time Logan completed lap 3, he reached and held at 65%. So, he turned on a 1-minute interval timer and his “HIIT Playlist”, on his phone. Much of the music went at 120 BPM, give or take 30. This phase, he was going to rely on his fitness bracelet to tell him where he’s at, not enough time to do things digitally… rather, manually or with his fingers, to clarify.

He and Remus programmed this thing to flash his percentage progress, freeing up some mental space to not need to calculate that value repeatedly, whenever he looked at the monitor.

He picked up to a run for about another quarter-lap and broke into a full-tilt sprint. Every 20 or so seconds, he glanced at the bracelet, while keeping the majority of his attention to his surroundings and form.

20 seconds, 73%. Not good enough.

40 seconds, 84%. Logan grimaced and pushed his cadence up a bit more.

50 seconds, 86%. For the love of Archimedes… it’s okay. It’s close.

BEEP! 60 seconds, 88%. Orange. FINALLY. Okay, he thought he had a good read now, being consistent for the next sets should be easier.

Time to, figuratively, dial things way down. He spent approximately 20 seconds running, 40 more jogging, and BEEP.

He took a couple sips from his water bottle, before spending the remaining 2 minutes going at a walk.

1 minute, 30 seconds, 78%.

BEEP. 2 minutes, 71%.

2 minutes, 30 seconds, 60%.

2 minutes, 50 seconds, 53%.

BEEP. 3 minutes, 49%. Green. Logan sighed to himself, “Margin of error, you have to account for it… anyways.”

Round 2.

20 seconds, 76%. Better.

40 seconds, 85%. Almost there.

50 seconds, 87%. Orange, again. Locked on, Logan smiled. Now hold this for 10 more seconds…

BEEP!

Second active rest cycle.

Once he got down to a walk again, he observed that Roman was on the opposite end of the track. Still going at what he could only describe as an absurd pace.

Roman closed in when Logan was 2 minutes into this interval. 69%, by the way. Logan groaned, some of Remus’s sense of humor “rubbing off on him”. Why must people ascribe such crudeness to an arbitrary number, he wondered.

Roman was panting quite loudly, shouting down Logan, “Nerd- Nerd’s got some SPEED!”

Logan took a swig of his water bottle. “This is not the first time you’ve seen me manage this.”

Roman looked like he just realized he should have followed suit, smacking his lips and drinking several gulps from his own water supply. “R-riiight.”

“You really should pace yourself. On everything. Honestly.”

“HEY. Only Snakey McSnakerson gets to tell me that!”

“Is he here right now? Am I wrong?”

Roman was back to pouting, “I’m not going to dignify that with a response.”

“But you just-”

Roman cupped his hands over his ears, “Lalala – I can’t hear you!”

Roman ran off ahead of him again. Logan could only shake his head.

2 minutes 55 seconds, 51%.

BEEP. 50%. Green.

Round 3.

30 seconds, 80%. Not bad if he said so himself.

40 seconds, 84%. Margin of error.

50 seconds, 89%. Overcompensated somewhat, it would seem. Perhaps Roman’s competitive streak was “infectious”, today.

BEEP! 60 seconds, 91%. Orange, approaching red. Yeah, he was definitely overcompensating.

Third rest, fourth active, fourth rest, fifth active intervals... hitting his marks, pleasingly and without incident.

He was on his fifth rest, soon enough.

Once Logan was walking again, he thought he was up for extending his active intervals to 2’, for the next 5 sets. Things have been building palpable fatigue, but very manageable.

Roman still appeared to holding up, a short distance ahead of Logan, at this point. Perhaps he was slowing down. It was a few moments before the distance was closed again.

Roman was drenched, so Logan decided to ask him, “Are you quite alright?”

“Might be getting a little tired now, no big deal.”

Logan recalled some things Patton instructed all of them about and he looked at Roman more carefully as they walked slowly. Roman looked paler than usual. “Hmmm, is your head hurting, perhaps?”

“Maybe a little. Didn’t get enough sleep again, it’s probably that.”

“I imagine it couldn’t be helping but-”

Roman got a little agitated, “But what, Egg Head?”

“Are you nauseous?”

“I’m not ready to puke, not just yet, Bro Ham.”

“May I check your pulse? Or rather, how does it feel?”

“What are you getting at!?”

“Cramps? Dizziness?… I think you are exhibiting the signs of heat exhaustion.”

Roman looked like he was going to be short with Logan, but it was clear now that he was starting to get somewhat wobbly. Logan decided to prompt him again, “Here, let us go to the showers, you need to cool off.”

Roman knew he couldn’t fight Logan in his current state, “Fiiine.”

Logan was annoyed about cutting his workout short, but he could always resume later. This was more important, anyways.

Roman was lying on his back on one of the benches in the locker room. His outfit then saturated with cool shower water, holding a battery-power fan to himself that Logan let him borrow.

Logan was at his feet, “How are your symptoms now?”

Roman groaned, “You’re not “the doctor” in our group, would you please stop acting like it.”

“I do not wish to see you in the hospital, Roman.”

Roman sputtered a little, “Yeah well, I’m fine.”

“Stable, I suppose, yes. But I know you enough to know you are not “fine”.”

Roman almost shot up to rebut, but a wave of dizziness forced him back down. “Look. I just didn’t get enough sleep – mind was running a bajillion miles an hour last night. So many IDEAS to write down. And couldn’t get to sleep until way after… you know what? Nevermind.”

Logan did care and frankly saw a lot of similar tendencies between the two brothers. It disturbed him and made him wish he was able to help them get a better handle on their sleeping and general health habits. It seemed as though they were both at very high risk of something serious occurring. But at the same time, he recognized that this was not his area of expertise. All he could really do was try to be there for them.

“Speaking of which... I think I see my wall… approaching… going to-”

Before Logan could latch onto any inquiries about walls, Roman dropped the fan and started snoring. After a brief moment of worry, Logan was reasonably sure this was simply a nap, not a loss of consciousness. To his relief.

Logan thought idly, “I suppose I should at least inform Janus what occurred. Roman might not be fit to drive for a while longer.”

Logan tapped out a message, “Hey. I’m in the locker room with Roman. He likely had an episode of heat exhaustion, today. He appears to be doing okay right now. But I felt that it was worth mentioning it to you.”

It was not even 2 minutes before Janus responded with, “WHAT!?”

“He’s safe, just taking a nap. I suppose he wouldn’t mind if you took him home.”

“… omw. That dumb ass has some explaining to do. With love, of course.”

“Indeed, I shall see you shortly then?”

“Yeah, ttyl… thanks, btw.”

Logan supposed he should stick around to make sure Roman was safe before resuming his own agenda. He had to admit, like with Remus, he did enjoy seeing them get some greatly needed rest.

#spilled musing #sanders sides #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #(*i think that may be a more accurate label to this AU's Roceit)#(honestly both the twins are complete disaster humans)#(but they're in good company)#gymrat au

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wonderstvrs · 4 years ago

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2 AM Essays | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

In which Reader stays up to finish an essay, but Bakugou steps in.

WORD COUNT: 1,375 words

WARNINGS: Explicit Swearing, Reader is Gender Neutral

You really hated being such a chronic procrastinator. You’d think that after how stressful your first year at UA was for you that you’d learn how to stop putting off your schoolwork until the last minute. But here you were at 2 AM, frantically trying to finish a five-page essay.

It didn’t help that you were exhausted from your work-study. There had been an incident during patrol that required your intervention. By the end of it, you were sore and—judging from the pounding in your head—had overused your Quirk. You should be resting—as your mentor had strictly ordered you to do—but this essay had other plans for you.

Right now, it was being a brat and refusing to cooperate. You stare at the document in front of you, eyes bleary, and threatening to droop. You’ve been writing for hours, that was at least three pages, right? You check your word count: 2 ½ pages.

You let your head fall back into the couch cushion and groan in frustration. At this point, you’re not even sure if you can even form a coherent thought, let alone write another sentence about some Pre-Quirk war.

“What the hell are you doing up, dumbass?”

You pause the curse you were sending whoever invented essays to turn your heard to the direction of the voice. Bakugou Katsuki stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed, and a scowl on his face. Even in your sleep-deprived state, you couldn’t help but ogle at his arms. Thank the gods for this man’s obsession with tank-tops.

“Oh, hey, Bakugou.” You manage to tear your eyes away from his bulging biceps to greet him. “What—”

Your brain short circuits. You have no idea what you were going to say, but you don’t really care because Bakugou had bed hair. You didn’t think your embarrassing crush on him could get any stronger. But, here he was, standing in front of you with bed hair and the most endearing scowl on his face.

“Spit it out, dumbass,” he snaps at you. You blink at him, which only seems to irritate him further. “What the hell are you doing being loud at 2 AM?”

Damn, so you did wake him up.

“Sorry.” You lift your laptop into his view. “Trying to finish Snipe’s World War I essay.”

He’s quiet for a moment. You’ve been friends with him long enough to know that he’s trying to think of the words to say. You marvel at how much he’s changed over the past year. While he was still the same crude and short-tempered Bakugou that you met in 1st year, the months he spent in therapy following the fight with Shigaraki had mellowed him out. He now thought twice before he spoke and took the time to formulate thoughtful responses to delicate situations.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

And then sometimes he says shit like that. You scowl at him, mood even worse than before.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to remind me.” You turn back around, focusing your eyes on your laptop. Crush or not, he really pissed you off sometimes. “You can go back to bed. I promise I’ll be quiet.”

You stare at the last sentence that you wrote, not comprehending anything. You’re contemplating just pressing random keys and hoping they form a sentence when Bakugou pulls the laptop away from you. What the hell? When did he get there? And also—

“Hey! Give it back!” You stand up, trying to take the laptop back from him. You’re a little sluggish, probably because of the lack of sleep, which leaves you helpless as he saves your work and turns off your laptop. “Bakugou, that’s due tomorrow!”

“Yeah, in 5th period, which is after lunch. You can do it then,” he says. He keeps the laptop away from your each. His other hand comes up to flick your forehead.

“You can’t get any work done fucking sleep-deprived, idiot.”

You pull a face, rubbing your forehead, “You’re so mean.”

He rolls his eyes at you, “That’s because you’re a fucking dumbass. Let’s go. It’s too fucking early for this.”

He turns away, heading up the stairs. You watch his retreating back, a warm feeling in your chest. Ugh, and just as you were telling yourself to get over him, he pulls shit like this.

“Are you fucking coming, or are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?” He calls from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses.”

You gather the papers spread across the coffee table and follow him up. The elevator ride up to your floor is silent. You find that you don’t mind and take the opportunity to steal glances at him. You knew that he had just turned seventeen in April, but you could already see the traces of young adulthood in his face.

He had stubble growing in, barely noticeable because of how light his hair is, but there nonetheless. His jaw was so sharp that it could probably cut someone, and his face was becoming more defined. He must have noticed you staring because he looked over at you.

“What?” He asked. He looked just as tired as you did, which made sense. Of all the people that you knew, Bakugou was the only one who slept at 8 PM. Even Iida, their resident goody-goody, slept at 10 PM.

“Nothing,” you answered. He didn’t look like he believed you, but was probably too tired to push it.

He walks you to your door (you’re definitely gonna scream about this to Ochaco later), your laptop still under his arm. He doesn’t hand it to you even when you stop in front of your room.

“So, are you ever going to give my laptop back, or what?” You ask when he just stands there.

He doesn’t respond, looking like he wanted to say something, but he needed to think of the words first. You waited patiently, even if you wanted nothing more than to crash on your bed.

“You’re finishing this during lunch,” he finally says. You nod, trying to follow his train of thought.

“At the table,” he continues. You nod again. “With me.”

“Yes, Bakugou, of course. We sit at the same table.” You really don’t know where this conversation was going. He looked at you in exasperation, like he expected you to get what he was saying already.

“No, not with the other extras. With me, like alone. On another table.”

You blink. Your brain, running on its last battery percentage, is trying to process what he just said. He wanted you to finish the essay with him, on a table different from your usual, alone. Did he? Wait, oh my god. Did he mean like a study date?

Your face feels warm as the thought finally dawns on you. Oh my god, Bakugou wanted to have a study date with you. He must have seen the look of realization on your face because he turned red. He looked away pushing the laptop into your hand.

“Whatever. See you at lunch tomorrow, or not. I don’t care.” He put his hands into the pockets of his chairs and turns away, heading back to the elevator to head up to his room. Your brain is screaming at you to tell him something, but your mouth is a little slow on the uptake.

“Bakugou!” You call out. He stops but doesn’t turn. You feel the smile creeping up on your face, so wide that it threatens to split it in two, “I’d love to have a study date with you.”

You can’t see his face, but from the way the tips of his ears turn red, you know that he’s red again.

“Whatever,” he says before he walks briskly down the hallway. You don’t enter your room until you hear the elevator doors close. You can’t help the scream you let out in your pillow or the fast beating of your heart.

Bakugou just asked you out on a study date. It didn’t matter that he didn’t say it in those exact words, you knew from his reaction that he meant it.

As you drifted off to sleep, you thought, ‘Thank you whoever invented essays. I will never curse your name ever again.’

I finished writing this at 4:53 A.M. lmfaooo. Inspiration strikes at the weirdest times, I swear. Feel free to hmu if you want me to write something hehe.

#bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #mine: bakugou katsuki

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jjdoggies-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Prompt #53

Prompt: I See You In Here At Least Four Times A Day Maybe You Should Get Checked For A Coffee Addiction?

There was nothing Vanya liked to do more, than simply sit at the window counter, sipping her coffee, her laptop in front of her, absolutely no work getting done on her latest writing project, just watching people passing by the coffee shop. Most days of Vanya’s since finishing college were spent like this.

Occasionally she’d get enough work done to send a comprehensible manuscript to a few publishers, get rejected, again, and start all over again. But most days, not much more than a sentence or two would make it to the page.

But two weeks ago, something different happened.

As Vanya actually got some work done, nearing her second full page for the day, when someone slid onto the stool next to her’s. Vanya gave whoever it was a quick “Hello.” keeping her eyes on the page, determined not to loose her pace.

She kept working silently, occasionally sneaking peeks at the, handsome, guy sitting next to her between sips of her coffee. After another hour, her coffee nearing empty and halfway down her fourth page, the guy gave her a quick “Bye.” and left without another word.

Vanya took a break from her work, getting another coffee and a sandwich for a late lunch. As she settled back onto her stool, she noticed that the guy had left a napkin on the counter. Vanya grabbed it, and as she moved to throw it away, she noticed there was something written on it ‘Five’. What the hell does that mean?

She tossed away the napkin with the odd word, already fading from her mind as she finished off her lunch and continued working until it neared, ironically enough, 5, before packing away her stuff, cleaning up her space, and heading back to her apartment.

The next day, like the many, many days before, Vanya returned to the coffee shop just after breakfast, getting her daily coffee before launching into her work. Oddly inspired for the second day in a row, cranking out another 2 pages before someone slid onto the stool next to her’s. Again.

Vanya gave a quick “Hello.” again, getting one in return. Sneaking a look over, she noticed it was the same guy as yesterday, only today, he also had his laptop. Not wanting the stranger to think she was weird, Vanya returned to her work, albeit at a much slower pace than before.

The two typed away in silence, taking occasional sips of their coffees, before he asked, “You come here often?”

‘Just about everyday for the past two years.’ Vanya thought as turned a bit to face the guy while she said, “You could say that. How about you?”

“Not until recently.” The guy was giving her some look she couldn’t quite figure out as he said, “Moved here recently, trying out a few spots.”

“Oh,” Vanya said, hearing the playfulness in the guy whose name she still didn’t know’s voice, “and how’s that been working for you?”

When he didn’t reply nearly instantaneously, Vanya kicked herself for pushing it too far. And just before she could apologize for her socially awkward ass, he said, saving Vanya from further embarrassing herself, “I’m really likin’ this place. Quaint shop. Actually decent coffee. Kind of below the radar. And the view’s not too bad.”

But he hadn’t been looking out the window, rather at her. Okay.

“What’re you drinking?” he asked, nodding to her cup.

“Oh, um,” Vanya stammered, god why was she so awkward, “just a latte. You?” God why couldn’t she think of anything actually interesting to say?

“Don’t worry about it.” he said as he pushed away from his stool. The only reason Vanya knew she hadn’t scared him off just quite yet.

Trying to keep an eye on the mysterious guy’s stuff as she tried to get a little bit more work in for the day, not very successfully, Vanya couldn’t help but wonder who he was. In no time at all, mystery guy returned, holding a coffee in each hand, dropping one next to her nearly empty cup and the other next to his own. “Thanks.” she told him, “But you really did have to do that.”

As Vanya took a quick sip, finishing off her first coffee, he told her, “My father may have been an asshole,-” weird but, okay, “-but he at least taught me to always buy a pretty girl a drink.” which totally did not make Vanya choke on what little coffee was still in her throat.

The guy packed up his stuff again, trashing their empty coffee cups, and moved to leave with another short “Bye.” and a smile on his face.

“Wait,” Vanya called, stopping the guy, “Five. What does that mean?”

The guy waited for a moment before saying, “My name.”

“Your name?” Vanya repeated, “That’s your name? Five?”

The guy, Five, nodded, smug grin plastered on his face, “Can I get yours?”

How was this dude so smooth? “Vanya.” she told him before he left with the ring of the coffee shop’s bell.

Vanya didn’t see Five again for two days. Seriously contemplating the possibility that she had in fact scared him off, causing him to never return to that coffee shop again in fear of running into her again, and likely messing with her by telling her his name was Five.

“Vanya.” a voice, his voice, called from behind her, and as she turned in her seat to look at him, she could see that once again he was holding two coffees; taking her’s from him with a quick “Thanks.” as he settled into what she now referred to as ‘Five’s seat’ he teasingly asked, “You miss me?”

She looked him in the eye, laughing as she teased him, “Your ugly mug? Not at all.”

Five rolled his eyes at her response and as he settled into his seat, instead of pulling out his laptop today like he had before, he pulled out a calculator, a pen, and a notebook with pages of equations Vanya couldn’t hope to begin deciphering.

“No computer today?” Vanya asked, taking another sip at her latte. A bit surprised that he’d remembered her go to order.

“Not today.” Five said, “Gotta get some calculations for my research done.”

Vanya raised an eyebrow at him, asking him in rapid succession,“Research? And what is this research? Anything interesting? Is it for NASA? The CIA? The FBI?”

Five, thankfully, laughed at her teasing questions, but did tell her, “Nothing too fascinating. Just some equations for the theoretical possibility of hypothetical warping of time and space.”

“Huh?” Vanya asked him, because what the fuck just cam out of his mouth?

“Time travel.” Five simplified before asking, “What about you? What’re you working on?”

Vanya gave him a shrug, telling him, “Just some stupid writing thing.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes again, “I’m sure it’s not stupid. I told you what mine was about, so now you tell me what yours is about.” Vanya tried to explain the plot of the book she was working on, a medieval fantasy that her, hopeful, publishers wanted for the children’s demographic, barely keeping her discontent with the book out of her voice.

But apparently she didn’t do a well enough job because Five asked her, “And you hate it?”

“Yep.” Vanya told him, “But it’s what they want, and it’s my job to give it to them.”

“Fuck them.” Five said, “Write whatever the fuck you want.”

Although she appreciated his support, Vanya told him, “I’ve tried that. Countless times, and they always reject it.”

Five didn’t reply, looking quite angry before turning towards his work and began frantically scribbling, muttering various things Vanya couldn’t quite hear to himself. After a few moments of Five muttering himself, Vanya took that as an obvious sign that their conversation was finished and returned to her work as well.

What felt like 10 minutes later, Vanya took a finishing sip of her latte as she looked at the clock on her computer, only to realize it had been nearly 2 hours. Vanya slipped off her stool, tossing her empty cup before moving to the shop’s counter and ordering another latte for herself, and a black coffee for Five; partially because he had gotten her a coffee early, and partially because he still hadn’t told her what he liked so, black coffee.

As Vanya waited for the coffees, she glanced back towards where Five was, last she knew, still grumbling to himself. But when she looked over, rather than still working through his equations like she’d been expecting, Vanaya found Five seeming to be watching her. A little weird, but, whatever.

In short time, the coffees were ready and Vanya collected them, carrying them back to their counter and dropping them by their stuff. Five muttered a quick “Thanks.” as he lifted the cup to his lips, eyes not leaving her’s as he sipped.

Five had a surprised look as he sipped, he gave Vanya a measuring look as he asked, “Why’d you get me black coffee?”

“Well,” Vanya said, finishing her sip of her own coffee, “you still haven’t told me what you actually like, and I wanted to repay you for the coffee earlier.” Five kept giving her his measuring look, prompting her to ask with a nervous laugh, “What?”

“Black coffee.” Five repeated, which did not help Vanya’s confusion.

Vanya, tactfully, asked him, “What the fuck does that mean?”

“My order.” Five said, Vanya now noticed all his stuff was packed away, Five himself was pushing off his stool, “Black coffee.”

As Five started to move toward the door, coffee in hand, his bag over his shoulder, Vanya called after him, “See you tomorrow?”

“I’ve got a meeting tomorrow.” Five said, “And the day after, but if you’ll be here then-”

“Which I will.” Vanya told him teasingly, having a fairly good feeling where this was going.

Five finished with a smirk, “Then I will see you in two days.” And with that, Five slipped out of the small shop, walking the opposite direction of the window Vanya was sat by.

True to his word, two days later, nearly a week after their first meeting, Five was back. And for once, Five was sitting at their counter, already working, coffees waiting on the countertop, when Vanya arrived to the shop.

“Hey,” Vanya said as she slid onto her stool, “you’re back.”

“As promised.” Five replied, a smirk Vanya was quickly becoming quite familiar with present on his face.

Vanya asked Five, “So how were you meetings Mr. Business Man?” as she took her laptop and took a sip of her coffee.

“It wasn’t a business meeting.” Five replied, rolling his eyes. Vanya gave him look and motioned for him to continue, which he did with an annoyed yet amused sigh, “It was for a grant, for my research.”

“Your time travel research?” Vanya asked, remembering the equations he’d been working on a few days ago. Five nodded, taking a sip of his own coffee, followed by Vanya asking him, “And, how’d it go?”

Five shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but Vanya could tell he was proud of himself, “Pretty good. I’ve got another one next week. It’s between me and this other jackass, Henry Larkins or some shit.”

“Harold Jenkins?” Vanya asked, really hoping it wasn’t him.

But the surprised look Five gave her told her that it was in fact Harold Jenkins. “How’d you know that?” he asked her, teasing her again, “Have you been following me or something?”

“No, not at all.” Vanya said, “He’s my ex, real asshole. Kick his ass.”

Five smirked and told her, “No problem.”

The two barely got any work done all day, talking about anything that came to mind. When Vanya realized it was nearing 6, she told Five that she had to go, because if she canceled her dinner plans with Allison again, her best friend might not let her live another day. “You know,” Vanya said as she and Five cleaned up their spaces, “I could help you with your proposal. If you’re willing to accept any help.”

Rather than give her yet another measuring look at that like she’d expected from him, Five simply said, “Sure. Got anything tomorrow night?”

“Nope.” Vanya answered.

Five took a pen out of his bag and scribbled something quickly onto a napkin before handing it to her. “We’ll discuss this more later. See you tomorrow Vanya.”

“Bye Five.” Vanya said as she left, waving at Five through the window as she passed by. And he, begrudgingly, waved back.

As she walked back to her apartment, Vanya looked at the napkin Five had given her, finding ten numbers scribbled out. Five’s phone number. Interesting.

After Vanya returned to her apartment, between getting changed into something Allison would find acceptable and wouldn’t show her best friend that she hadn’t been sitting around all day and leaving to meet Allison, Vanya sent a text to Five, ‘Hey, it’s Vanya’

In a few seconds Five sent back, ‘Hey’ and another few seconds after that another text came through, ‘Do you want to work at my place tomorrow?’

‘On the proposal?’ Vanya sent back.

Vanya could practically feel the eye roll of Five’s attached to, ‘Yes’ then adding, ‘Let’s meet for coffee, like normal’ and ‘Then once you’re done with your work we can go back to my place’

‘Like a date?’ Vanya texted him, not quite sure what she was hoping his reply would be.

But was pleasantly surprised when he replied ‘Sure. If you want’

‘I’ve got to go, but looking forward to our date tomorrow’ Vanya texted back, adding a ‘😘’ for good measure.

And Vanya definitely laughed at Five’s reply, ‘Don’t make it weird’

She typed back ‘No promises’ before slipping her phone into purse and leaving to meet Allison, but all Vanya could think about was her ‘date’ with Five tomorrow. And wondering, why she was so excited about it? It’s just Five.

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angelhummel · 3 years ago

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once again i spent hours of my life answering >5000 questions in order to sort almost all of the glee songs ever (there’s 683 songs in the sorter when there’s over 700 on the show) anyway if you wanna see my rankings for those then check it out <3 [also here’s the sorter!]

1 Being Alive 2 Rose's Turn 3 Baby, It's Cold Outside 4 Le Jazz Hot 5 Maybe This Time 6 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going 7 Come What May 8 To Sir, With Love 9 As If We Never Said Goodbye 10 Valerie 11 Somewhere Only We Know 12 Cough Syrup 13 Teenage Dream 14 Not The Boy Next Door 15 It's Too Late 16 It's My Life / Confessions Part II 17 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer 18 When I Get You Alone 19 The Happening 20 The Boy Is Mine 21 Home 22 Don't You Want Me 23 How Will I Know 24 Bad Romance 25 Not While I'm Around 26 Scream 27 Shake It Out 28 On My Own 29 Hate On Me 30 Bills, Bills, Bills 31 4 Minutes 32 True Colors 33 There Are Worse Things I Could Do 34 Go Your Own Way 35 Jessie's Girl 36 Proud Mary 37 Tongue Tied 38 Last Christmas 39 Somebody Loves You 40 Back To Black 41 Sweet Transvestite 42 For Good 43 At The Ballet 44 Gloria 45 Blame It (On The Alcohol) 46 Like A Prayer 47 So Emotional 48 Misery 49 Nasty / Rhythm Nation 50 Toxic 51 Don't Speak 52 Born This Way 53 Dog Days Are Over 54 Defying Gravity 55 Last Name 56 Womanizer 57 I Will Always Love You 58 Broadway Baby 59 The Lady Is A Tramp 60 I'm A Slave 4 U 61 Centerfold / Hot In Herre 62 Thriller / Heads Will Roll 63 Bust Your Windows 64 Candyman 65 Brave 66 Boys / Boyfriend 67 The Scientist 68 The Scientist (Acapella) 69 Dream On 70 Hey Jude 71 I Lived 72 I'm Still Here 73 I Believe In A Thing Called Love 74 Me Against The Music 75 Like A Virgin 76 My Man 77 Everybody Wants To Rule The World 78 I Have Nothing 79 Blackbird 80 Got To Get You Into My Life 81 Animal 82 3 83 I Follow Rivers 84 Just The Way You Are 85 Constant Craving 86 Don't Stop Me Now 87 Hung Up 88 Let's Have A Kiki 89 Love Shack 90 Marry The Night 91 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another 92 It's Not Right, But It's Okay 93 I Want To Hold Your Hand 94 All You Need Is Love 95 Getting Married Today 96 Don't Rain On My Parade 97 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals) 98 We've Got Tonite 99 Smooth Criminal 100 Uptown Girl 101 Sway 102 If I Die Young 103 No One Is Alone 104 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee 105 No Scrubs 106 Mamma Mia 107 Papa Don't Preach 108 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version) 109 Santa Baby 110 We Found Love 111 Roar 112 She's Not There 113 Spotlight 114 The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile 115 Some Nights 116 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You 117 You Make Me Feel So Young 118 You Keep Me Hangin' On 119 I'll Stand By You (Amber) 120 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move 121 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy 122 Funny Girl 123 Cold Hearted 124 Keep Holding On 125 Bye Bye Bye / I Want It That Way 126 I Know Where I've Been 127 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 128 Hopelessly Devoted To You 129 Homeward Bound / Home 130 Into The Groove 131 Hold On 132 Tell Him 133 Nutbush City Limits 134 Because You Loved Me 135 Perfect 136 Cherish / Cherish 137 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) 138 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 139 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life 140 Tik Tok 141 The Safety Dance 142 Oops!... I Did It Again 143 Run Joey Run 144 Time Warp 145 Something's Coming 146 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go 147 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 148 Vogue 149 Downtown 150 Diva 151 Dancing With Myself 152 Rockstar 153 Wrecking Ball 154 We Are Young 155 I Saw Her Standing There 156 Jumpin', Jumpin' 157 Just Can't Get Enough 158 Take Me To Church 159 Wannabe 160 It's All Over 161 Take Me Home Tonight 162 If I Were A Boy 163 Landslide 164 Pompeii 165 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 166 Christmas Wrapping 167 Buenos Aires 168 Call Me Maybe 169 You Can't Stop The Beat 170 Seasons Of Love 171 Safety Dance 172 Dream A Little Dream 173 Alfie 174 I Want To Break Free 175 Baby One More Time 176 A House Is Not A Home 177 Daydream Believer 178 I Don't Know How To Love Him 179 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio 180 Suddenly Seymour 181 People 182 Silly Love Songs 183 Love Song 184 Shout It Out Loud 185 Some People 186 One Of Us 187 Sing! 188 Up Up Up 189 Torn 190 Popular 191 This Is The New Year 192 Paradise By The Dashboard Light 193 Let It Snow 194 Let It Be 195 Never Can Say Goodbye 196 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me 197 La Isla Bonita 198 Tightrope 199 My Love Is Your Love 200 Love Is A Battlefield 201 Losing My Religion 202 Total Eclipse Of The Heart 203 This Time 204 I Dreamed A Dream 205 Leaving On A Jet Plane 206 Locked Out Of Heaven 207 Chandelier 208 Girl On Fire 209 Telephone 210 Don't Cry For Me Argentina 211 Human Nature 212 Halo / Walking On Sunshine 213 Anything Goes / Anything You Can Do 214 Make You Feel My Love 215 Stronger 216 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 216 Pumpin' Blood 218 Papa Can You Hear Me? 219 Summer Nights 220 Sweet Caroline 221 Superstition 222 We Will Rock You 223 Alone 224 Hello, I Love You 225 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) 226 A Hard Day's Night 227 Mine 228 My Prerogative 229 Beauty School Drop Out 230 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It) 231 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 232 Every Breath You Take 233 Express Yourself 234 Everybody Talks 235 Everytime 236 Marry You 237 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash 238 My Favorite Things 239 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 240 River Deep, Mountain High 241 My Life Would Suck Without You 242 Be Okay 243 Applause 244 Cool 245 All I Want For Christmas Is You 246 American Boy 247 Cell Block Tango 248 Breakaway 249 Don't Dream It's Over 250 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) 251 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night? 252 Without You 253 Science Fiction Double Feature 254 Loser Like Me 255 I Kissed A Girl 256 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You 257 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams 258 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 259 Empire State Of Mind 260 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone 261 Take My Breath Away 262 You Get What You Give 263 Take On Me 264 Beautiful 265 It's Time 266 ABC 267 Afternoon Delight 268 Don't Stand So Close To Me / Young Girl 269 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1) 270 Colorblind 271 Cool Kids 272 Dancing Queen 273 Songbird 274 Somebody That I Used To Know 275 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella 276 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty 277 Borderline / Open Your Heart 278 In My Life 279 I'm Still Standing 280 Blow Me (One Last Kiss) 281 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? 282 Do They Know It's Christmas? 283 Mustang Sally 284 Pinball Wizard 285 Anything Could Happen 286 America 287 Any Way You Want It 288 Higher Ground 289 Flashdance... What A Feeling 290 My Life 291 Let It Go 292 If I Can't Have You 293 L-O-V-E 294 Closer 295 Addicted To Love 296 Heroes 297 A Boy Like That 298 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl 299 Holding Out For A Hero 300 Dinosaur 301 Disco Inferno 302 Party All The Time 303 Raise Your Glass 304 Push It 305 Lean On Me 306 Pure Imagination 307 Lovefool 308 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' 309 Americano / Dance Again 310 All Of Me 311 At Last 312 Promises, Promises 313 Hair / Crazy In Love 314 Happy Xmas (War Is Over) 315 Chasing Pavements 316 Don't You (Forget About Me) 317 Love Child 318 School's Out 319 Poker Face 320 Boogie Shoes 321 Bootylicious 322 I Love New York / New York, New York 323 One Less Bell To Answer 324 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours 325 Rehab 326 I Don't Want To Know 327 Shout 328 I'm The Greatest Star 329 I Love It 330 Never Say Never 331 Juke Box Hero 332 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer 333 Glad You Came 334 For Once In My Life 335 Here Comes The Sun 336 Baby It's You 337 Drive My Car 338 Last Friday Night 339 Roots Before Branches 340 The Only Exception 341 Survivor / I Will Survive 342 All Or Nothing 343 Time After Time 344 You're The One That I Want 345 Yeah! 346 Starships 347 You've Got To Hide Your Love Away 348 Story Of My Life 349 Something 350 We Need A Little Christmas 351 Gold Digger 352 Beth 353 Fighter 354 Forget You 355 How To Be A Heartbreaker 356 Get Back 357 Love You Like A Love Song 358 There's A Light (Over At The Frankenstein Place) 359 We Got The Beat 360 Make 'Em Laugh 361 Sing 362 U Can't Touch This 363 Try A Little Tenderness 364 Pony 365 On Our Way 366 Lucky Star 367 Loser 368 Over The Rainbow 369 Outcast 370 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind 371 What Makes You Beautiful 372 Will You Love Me Tomorrow / Head Over Feet 373 Wide Awake 374 Wishin' And Hoping 375 Yesterday 376 Out Here On My Own 377 You're All The World To Me 378 Somethin' Stupid 379 Someday We'll Be Together 380 River 381 The Longest Time 382 Somebody To Love 383 The Edge Of Glory 384 The Most Wonderful Day Of The Year 385 Lucky 386 Memory 387 Mary's Boy Child 388 Longest Time 389 My Dark Side 390 Taking Chances 391 The First Noël 392 Smile 393 Celebrity Skin 394 All That Jazz 395 A Thousand Years 396 Big Girls Don't Cry 397 Ain't No Way 398 Don't Sleep In The Subway 399 Doo Wop (That Thing) 400 Don't Stop 401 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 402 New York State Of Mind 403 Turning Tables 404 Vacation 405 Fire 406 Hold It Against Me 407 I've Gotta Be Me 408 Endless Love 409 Run The World (Girls) 410 Saving All My Love For You 411 Give Up The Funk 412 I Am Changing 413 I Melt With You 414 I Could Have Danced All Night 415 Fat Bottomed Girls 416 Hot For Teacher 417 Never Going Back Again 418 Imagine 419 Jolene 420 Arthur's Theme 421 Damn It, Janet 422 Control 423 Barracuda 424 Copacabana 425 Barely Breathing 426 I Look To You 427 Come Sail Away 428 Jump 429 Clarity 430 Friday I'm In Love 431 Jar Of Hearts 432 It's Not Unusual 433 Footloose 434 Here Comes Santa Claus 435 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy 436 Help! 437 Greased Lightning 438 Hell To The No 439 All Out Of Love 440 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman 441 Candles 442 All By Myself 443 Hello Goodbye 444 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 445 I Say A Little Prayer 446 It Must Have Been Love 447 Just Give Me A Reason 448 Come See About Me 449 Born To Hand Jive 450 I Want To Know What Love Is 451 I Wish 452 I'll Remember 453 Get It Right 454 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life 455 I'll Stand By You (Cory) 456 Forever Young 457 A Change Would Do You Good 458 Smile (Charlie Chaplin song) 459 Best Day Of My Life 460 An Innocent Man 461 Dreams 462 All About That Bass 463 Home (originally by Michael Bublé) 464 Black Or White 465 Baby 466 Bad 467 Problem 468 Oh Chanukah 469 What Kind Of Fool 470 Wings 471 You're My Best Friend 472 You're All I Need To Get By 473 White Christmas 474 Whenever I Call You Friend 475 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 476 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger) 477 Wedding Bell Blues 478 More Than A Feeling 479 More Than A Woman 480 Our Day Will Come 481 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 482 Here's To Us 483 Honesty 484 Hall Of Fame 485 It's All Coming Back To Me Now 486 Teach Your Children 487 Night Fever 488 What The World Needs Now 489 Listen 490 Let Me Love You 491 Live While We're Young 492 Light Up The World 493 Trouty Mouth 494 Werewolves Of London 495 Kiss 496 Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 497 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 498 Mickey 499 Mean 500 Mercy 501 Merry Christmas Darling 502 Let's Wait Awhile 503 Man In The Mirror 504 Rather Be 505 Rise 506 Good Vibrations 507 Faithfully 508 Firework 509 How Deep Is Your Love 510 Fix You 511 Fire And Rain 512 Give Your Heart A Break 513 Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree 514 Little Girls 515 Cry 516 Bust A Move 517 Bridge Over Troubled Water 518 Bring Him Home 519 Cheek To Cheek 520 Break Free 521 As Long As You're There 522 Big Ass Heart 523 Bitch 524 Bamboleo / Hero 525 Away In A Manger 526 Deck The Rooftop 527 Christmas Eve With You 528 Angels We Have Heard On High 529 Creep 530 Crush 531 Make No Mistake, She's Mine 532 Lose My Breath 533 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise) 534 What I Did For Love 535 Wake Me Up 536 Thousand Miles 537 Take A Bow 538 Still Got Tonight 539 The Music Of The Night 540 Stereo Hearts 541 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late) 542 Take Me Or Leave Me 543 I'm The Only One 544 Isn't She Lovely 545 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 546 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 547 Unchained Melody 548 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch 549 You Have More Friends Than You Know 550 You Should Be Dancing 551 I'm His Child 552 You Learn / You've Got A Friend 553 Somewhere 554 So Far Away 555 Uptown Funk 556 The Winner Takes It All 557 They Long To Be Close To You 558 Tonight 559 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 560 You May Be Right 561 To Love You More 562 Don't Wanna Lose You 563 Do You Hear What I Hear? 564 Ice Ice Baby 565 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 566 Don't Make Me Over 567 I Won't Give Up 568 I'll Be Home For Christmas 569 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For 570 I Still Believe / Super Bass 571 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) 572 I Want You Back 573 Father Figure 574 Everybody Hurts 574 Gangnam Style 576 We Are The Champions 577 Stayin' Alive 578 Superman 579 The Rose 580 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 581 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly 582 Gives You Hell 583 I Love L.A. 584 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 585 O Holy Night 586 Only The Good Die Young 587 One 588 Silent Night 589 Piano Man 590 Sexy And I Know It 591 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club Band 592 Pretending 593 Physical 594 Danny's Song 595 Stand 596 The Final Countdown 597 You Can't Always Get What You Want 598 You Are Woman, I Am Man 599 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 600 Your Song 601 Say 602 No Air 603 Need You Now 604 No Surrender 605 Piece Of My Heart 606 Thong Song 607 Blurred Lines 608 Another One Bites The Dust 609 I Was Here 610 Bella Notte 611 I Know What Boys Like 612 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 613 Glory Days 614 Friday 615 More Than Words 616 Waiting For A Girl Like You 617 Welcome Christmas 618 You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) 619 You Give Love A Bad Name 620 We Built This City 621 Whistle 622 Who Are You Now? 623 You And I / You And I 624 Take Care Of Yourself 625 Tell Me Something Good 626 The Rain In Spain 627 Can't Fight This Feeling 628 Jingle Bell Rock 629 In Your Eyes 630 Hello 631 Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) 632 I Only Have Eyes For You 633 Jingle Bells 634 Joy To The World 635 I Wanna Sex You Up 636 Fight For Your Right (To Party) 637 Feliz Navidad 638 I'm So Excited 639 Uninvited 640 The Living Years 641 The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?) 642 O Christmas Tree 643 One Love (People Get Ready) 644 Ohio 645 Only Child 646 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love 647 My Sharona 648 Dance The Night Away 649 Poison 650 My Cup 651 Not The End 652 What It Feels Like For A Girl 653 Listen To Your Heart 654 Little Drummer Boy 655 One Hand, One Heart 656 Bein' Green 657 Big Spender 658 Billionaire 659 Ben 660 Gimme More 661 Burning Up 662 Hey Ya! 663 Hey, Soul Sister 664 Baby Got Back 665 Blue Christmas 666 Bohemian Rhapsody 667 Far From Over 668 The Trolley Song 669 Starlight Express 670 Whip It 671 You're The Top 672 Red Solo Cup 673 Next To Me 674 Rolling In The Deep 675 Rainbow Connection 676 La Cucaracha 677 (You're) Having My Baby 678 A Little Less Conversation 679 Happy 680 Highway To Hell 681 Same Love 682 Rock Lobster 683 Girls Just Want To Have Fun

#glee #glee song ranking #ranking #my thoughts #mine #umm so funny story #well first of all some of the mash ups werent even together #like anyway you want it and lovin touchin squeezin #they were listed as their own songs #i thought they'd end up being closer but they arent and thats hilarious #also there's the scientist and then the scientist acoustic?? idk what that is #but they're close together #umm home by michael bubbles #it did not tell me what the song was #it literally said (michael buble version) or something #and i did not think to look it up until after my results #sooo... if i knew it was a rory song it would not be that high lmao #anyway as you can see it is a bit of a mess #but my top ten is really solid again<3 #oh also there was only one 'just the way you are'#so i chose to pretend it was the s5 version which is why its higher #than if i were pretending it were the s2 version

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whenwordsmakesense · 3 years ago

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I posted 349 times in 2021

122 posts created (35%)

227 posts reblogged (65%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.9 posts.

I added 815 tags in 2021

#sterek - 159 posts

#whenwordsmakesense - 130 posts

#derek hale - 99 posts

#my fic - 98 posts

#stiles stilinski - 96 posts

#teen wolf - 80 posts

#not fic - 45 posts

#drabbles - 37 posts

#mcu - 36 posts

#sterekdrabbles - 35 posts

Longest Tag: 126 characters

#turns out aiden and ethan are moving to california (somewhere in this continent because the two won't leave each other's side)

My Top Posts in 2021

June 02: Word, Willing, Curious

The words on the laptop screen are blurry, and Stiles isn't so sure when he changed tabs from his Psychology homework to the latest patch notes of The Sims.

The bedroom door closing catches his attention. “Aren't you supposed to be at work?” He asks his boyfriend.

“No,” Derek says slowly, “I've been home for an hour, hun.”

“Oh.” Maybe he should get up. Derek seems to have the same idea, because he holds his hand out, and Stiles willingly takes it, curiously trailing behind him to the bathroom.

He smiles sleepily as he spots the filled tub. “Love you,”

( @sterekdrabbles )

58 notes • Posted 2021-06-03 06:10:44 GMT

Inspired by this post. I couldn't help but need more of it, so I ended up writing a little snippet. Hope @suis0u doesn't mind 😊

Derek wandered along the cold walls of a house that used to be home, many a moons ago, to his family. He traced a hand along the scorched marks, mind restless to figure out how only certain areas seemed to have been affected when the other parts were the same jagged, unmarked stone as most of the house, the parts that hadn't been renovated under uncle Peter's watchful gaze.

He wondered why such a beautiful place had gone cold, when there were too many hands to keep stoking it, to keep the fire going. But he'd wondered this all his nineteen years of life, a strange but compelling pull in his chest that only eased at the mention of The Castle Of The Spark, or the Spark himself, driving him with an urge he didn't fully understand to come and stay here.

Here, where nobody had lived for over three decades.

Derek stared at the slab of stone that curved into its sides as a door emerged from it, eyes lingering for one beat too long at the initials he called his own before spying upwards to an unknown one.

MS + DH

"Derek! Come help me haul these boxes up," Laura's voice reached his ears, and he pressed his palm against the unknown initials. A rush of affection passed through him, and he wasn't sure but he was also sure that he saw a pair of amber eyes looking deep into his own multicolored ones, a smirk settled on a particularly devious set of lips. "Derek!"

"I'm coming!" His hands felt hot to the touch, and the only thing he wanted to do right then was to go inside that door. But it was locked, and not just with a simple lock-and-key lock but with a magical barrier, and Derek knew he wouldn't be able to open the door without it taking him hours upon hours, if not days.

He wanted to take the time to do it. Something in him was sure every hour, every minute, hell, every second spent trying to unlock the door would be worth his entire life. Like whatever it was inside the locked door was the key to Derek's entire existence, as if the only reason he's been born is to one day do this. As if everything in his life had been leading up to this moment, when he would arrive at this place for the first time in his life, wander about the palace so big even his werewolf sense of smell couldn't help him, find this door and unlock it.

But he didn't feel ready.

"Just give me a sec to find my way back, Lo!"

Not yet.

There's a part 2 now ->

61 notes • Posted 2021-08-17 12:51:53 GMT

For @imagine-sterek 10k 10 Day Celebration, Day 1: Engagement.

Title: Since Always

Rating: Gen

Ship: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, True Mates, Kid Derek Hale, Fluff, The Hale Family Lives

Warning(s): None, tho you could probably say too much fluff xD.

Word Count: 894 words

Summary:

A 4 year old Derek makes a promise to Miss Claudia. Years later, he fulfills it.

Read on AO3 or Below.

Miss Claudia is Derek's favorite aunt. She is not her actual aunt, but she is his mom's best friend, and so he and Laura call her aunty Cee. Derek loves her. Especially her eyes, he thinks; they're beautiful like his own beta gold eyes when the light hits correctly.

Miss Claudia is very beautiful. So, when he hears his uncle Peter tell her that she's fat, he gets angry.

"Uncle Peter!" He shouts, and runs at his uncle's legs with all his strength, delighted when his uncle takes a step back. He hits his legs repeatedly with his hands.

"What's gotten into you?" Uncle Peter asks, and Miss Claudia wraps her hands around him. She lifts him up in her arms, and he hides his angry face under her chin, nosing at her neck. Her smell always calms her, and lately her smell has become even better. His wolf really likes it. It's like his birthday mornings, or like the earth after rain.

He removes his face from her neck and cups Miss Claudia's cheeks in his hands. "You're beautiful, Mis Cee. Not fat," he turns to glare at his uncle.

Miss Claudia laughs, the sound the best thing he's heard in all his life. And in his four-years of life, he has heard many things.

"Oh, you sweet child, thank you." she says, and uncle Peter sighs behind him. "But Peter didn't call me fat,"

"But he did!" He had heard. "You should not lie when you're upset, mama says so," he pats her cheeks again. He's here for her. He'll be her knight in shining armor.

"Your mama is correct, of course," Uncle Peter says, and he hides his face in Miss Claudia's neck. "Derek, oh come on. Don't hide,"

"Apologize!"

"That's a big boy word," Miss Claudia praises, and he beams up at her.

"Daddy said Laura should apologize to me because she killed Mr. Bear," he tells her while trying to be strong. He misses Mr. Bear everyday, but at least he has Mr. Blue to keep him company now.

Miss Claudia hums and sways with him, and this, Derek likes a lot too.

"Claudia," his uncle says.

"Oh, right. Kiddo, Peter didn't call me fat, baby. He was just telling me I've gotten big,"

He frowns. "Isn't that the same thing? Daddy said Mama is also getting big, and she yelled at him." His mama has his baby sister in her belly, and Derek will one day find out how a baby went inside her. But for now he's just excited to be a big brother.

"You know why she is so big, Derek?" Miss Claudia asks, and he nods. She smiles, boops his nose, and he giggles. "Just like she has a baby in her belly, I do too."

"Ohhhh," that makes so much sense. "That's why you smell so good!"

Miss Claudia stops swaying, but he doesn't mind. "I smell good?"

"Uh huh. Like, like chocolates and the mud after rain and the grass when I'm a wolf, like all the best smells mixed together!"

"Derek," his uncle whispers, and he sounds like he does when Laura beats him at chess. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he tells him, and jumps down from her arms and makes Miss Claudia sit on the nearest chair, which happens to be couch in the living room. He puts his ear against her belly, where the baby is. He can hear a very faint thump thump sound, faster than most humans he's heard. "Miss Claudia smells very good because of this baby. I think he will also be beautiful, like you!"

"He?"

"Yes, miss Claudia! He and me are gonna be the best of friends," an idea forms in his head. He turns to uncle Peter. "Uncle Peter, you said you will marry Uncle Chris right? When the gov-govnernent-"

"The Government," his uncle corrects.

"When the government allows boys to marry boys?"

"Yes, Derek, I will. Why exactly are you asking this?" He asks with a smirk.

He jumps up, and then bends down to kiss Miss Claudia's belly lightly through her clothes. He walks towards his uncle and makes him carry him in his arms.

"I want you to be my Best Man when I marry him,"

"Miss Claudia's baby?"

"Of course uncle! Who else?"

"And you're sure?"

"Yes yes yes!"

His uncle laughs. "Claudia, what do you say, do you want this little man to be your son-in-law?"

He also turns to look at her. She is crying, but she is also smiling very big.

He tries to remember the word... "Hormones?"

"Oh, my smart boy," She says, and then adds, "Of course I want you to be my son-in-law. But remember, when you ask my son to marry you, it has to best proposal in the world, okay?"

He can definitely do that. "Anything for your baby, Miss Claudia!"

And just like that, Derek is engaged.

This story is told by Peter years and years later, who is Derek's Best Man.

"You loved me since then?" Stiles whispers to his now-husband, the same honey eyes of his mother's shining with love and adoration, and happy tears, voice low enough that only the ones closest to them and the werewolves can hear what is being said between them.

Derek squeezes Stiles' hands under the table. "I've loved you since always."

72 notes • Posted 2021-11-10 17:47:04 GMT

For @imagine-sterek 10k 10 Day Celebration, Day 2: Wedding.

Since all the fics I write for this event will be connected, please check the previous fic. It can be found here. Or you can follow the AO3 series for the same here.

Title: You Make Me

Rating: Teen

Ship(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, [Background] Peter Hale/Chris Argent, Claudia Stilinski/Sheriff Stilinski, Talia Hale/Nathaniel Hale

Tags: 3 + 1 Fic, Childhood Friends, Developing Relationship, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Wedding, Time Skips, True Mates, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Everyone Is Alive, Fluff

Warning(s): None

Word Count: (as of chapter one) 1.2k

Summary:

3 times Derek takes the next step in their relationship, and 1 time Stiles does.

Read on AO3 or Below.

Note: There will be 5 chapters to this fic, but I've only posted the first chapter as of now. I'll reblog and add the others as I finish them ✌

Chapter 1: You Make Me Smile

Derek is sitting in the kitchen, eating the sandwiches his dad made before he went to take his afternoon nap, when a familiar, erratic heartbeat reaches his ears. It sounds faster than usual.

When he looks at the source, he knows why.

At five-years-old, Stiles is tall for his age. His limbs are big and awkward looking, skin so white it almost hurts to look at him sometimes—and that had definitely not been helped by Stiles' dreary, thankfully short-lived, obsession of magicking himself into a literal beacon of light whenever he pleased—and a round face that bellies his mischievous nature.

His eyes are Derek's favorite though. Soft, light brown that look like the golden sparks of fireworks in the right amount of light.

Derek tracks Stiles with his eyes as the boy drags his feet towards the bay window and collapses on the cushions there, sweating profusely, breathing heavy. He doesn't say a single word, just opens his already big eyes wide and stares at Derek.

Derek sighs and gets up to fill up a glass of water for him.

"Thank you," Stiles rasps and gulps it all in one go, and hands back the glass. Derek fills it up again, and this time he carries his plate of sandwiches to the bay window. Stiles takes the glass again, and this time drinks the water in short little sips.

They sit in silence for a while. It's a rare thing when Stiles is at the Hale House, but with it being summer and aunty Cee and uncle John out on a weekend adult's trip with uncle Peter and uncle Chris, having Stiles over everyday has become a common thing. Not that it was uncommon before; it's just that now Stiles also sleeps here, in his own room.

Derek likes having him here. He loves silence, but somehow, he loves the chaos Stiles brings with him more.

"Can you put it back?" Stiles finally breaks the quiet, voice now better with breath back in his lungs.

Derek gets up and does just as he's asked to do; empty dishes should go in the sink, no matter what.

"What were you playing?" He asks as he settles back against Stiles on the cushions, careful to put his food to the side so that Stiles doesn't accidentally kick or punch it down.

"Wolf and Prey," Stiles says, and Derek scowls.

"Did they hurt you? Are you hurt?" He starts moving Stiles around, looking for injuries. Even if he's a Spark and can heal a little bit faster than humans, he's still part-human, and Jackson and Malia aren't exactly known for their outstanding control on their wolves. Even Cora is bad at estimating her own strength. "Mom told Cora and the Trouble Twins not to play that game! Where were Allison and Laura, they were supposed to be—"

"Oh, wow, so you can use your words,"

Derek stops, one hand curved around Stiles' cheeks and the other on his chest. "What?"

Stiles doesn’t shake him off, but he leans forward and backwards, the way he does when he wants to move but also not because he is comfortable in his position; he does this the most when he sits on his parent's, or his Alpha's lap.

"You don't talk much. I thought you didn't know many words, but mommy said that you do and that you're very smart, like me! But then Jax said you don't like using your words, and Cora agreed with him. And oh, Laura went to her friend's house, Allison and Cora also,"

As Stiles talks, his eyebrows rise higher and higher, and at the last part they're at his hairline. "They're not home," he repeats in disbelief.

Stiles nods to confirm what Derek already confirmed through his senses—he can hear Jackson and Malia playing ludo in Malia's room, and his dad's snores from his, but he can't sense the others—and says in awe, "You care about me," like that is even a question.

Derek takes his hands back, and instantly misses the warmth. Lips dipping down in a confused frown he asks, "Why wouldn't I?" He doesn't mind the change in topic; when his dad gets up, he'll deal the appropriate punishment to his sisters, and anyways he is used to Stiles' way of talking.

Stiles moves around his hands in wild, uncoordinated gestures, and Derek stands up so that in case Stiles falls off the bay window he can catch him. "Everyone says you don't like me, I'm too loud and you like quiet and I talk too much and you don't talk at all—"

"I talk—"

"—and I turned Mr. Blue into Mr. Red because red is the best color ever! You even yelled at me," his lips wobbles as he says the last part, tears forming in his eyes from the memory.

Derek takes a second to let that all sink in. Then:

"I like you." He needs Stiles to know that. "You're my friend,"

Stiles looks at him with hope. "I am?"

"Yes," he confirms without missing a beat. "Stiles, I care about you. And I like you, don't listen to poophead,"

"You called Jax a poophead," Stiles giggles, and Jackson, having likely heard him, calls him a nerd in retaliation. Stiles doesn't hear that of course, but Derek does.

"Although I didn't like that you messed with Mr. Blue," Stiles looke sheepish, "I still like you. You know what, I have an idea."

"What idea?" Stiles asks eagerly. Derek makes Stiles standup, and standing on the bay window, Stiles seems to be a tad bit taller than Derek.

He thrusts his hands out for a handshake. "Let's start over. Hi, I'm Derek Hale, and I like when you talk and do some dumb stuff," he smiles, "because you always make me smile. Do you want to be my friend?"

Stiles giggles and puts his skinny, tiny hand in Derek's larger ones. "Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"I would love to be your friend! Will you be my friend too?"

"Only on one condition."

Stiles' giggling stops. "Aww, I don' wanna give you my Batman,"

"Don't worry, I don't want it. But what I do want, is for you to not listen to others about what I think of you. Okay?"

Stiles lurches forward, and Derek is so glad he's a werewolf. It's only his fast reflexes that stop Stiles from falling face-down on the floor.

"Okay! I can do that," Stiles yells, and Derek winces at the volume, only soothed by the scent of Stiles so close to his nose, Stiles' hands around his neck as the boy hugs him tight. "Promise, Derek!"

Derek smiles into Stiles' neck, mumbles, "I'll always be your friend, no matter what."

Stiles looks him in the eye and with a cheeky grin demands, "Then share your sandwiches with me,"

Derek would share anything and everything with Stiles. Sharing food is hardly a big deal. So he does, and Stiles doesn't stop smiling the whole day, even though he complains his cheeks hurt.

He just claims Derek makes him very happy, and well, Derek finds his cheeks hurt too.

(And it's worth it).

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For the first sentence + 5 sentence ask: "Um, would you like to, uh," clears throat, "go out on a date with me?" ... "Took you long enough to spit it out." Okay, technically it's two sentences but they come together 😂

Lol, I'll do 2 + 5 sentences then xD

Okay so that didn't happen. But I'm very happy with how this turned out!! I hope you are too.

Call Me a Saint (but all i wanna be called is yours)

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"Um, would you like to, uh," Derek clears his throat, "go out on a date with me?"

Stiles stares at the Big, Bad Alpha Werewolf for an uncomfortably long time. His mouth twitches in amusement.

"Stiles?"

"You're a dumbass," Stiles tells Derek fondly, and pulls him in until their noses are touching. Derek doesn't protest the movement, too busy trying to calm his unnecessary nerves. "It took you long enough to spit it out, and you think I'll reject your advances?"

"Advance. Singular." Derek's eyebrows do that thing where they come together in a v, as if making a visible defense against any rebuttal Stiles might throw his way.

Well.

Stiles rubs his and Derek's noses together. "You brought me chocolates last week," he feels himself grin wide as a beautiful blush colors Derek's bearded cheeks, "Last week, Derek. It was Valentine's Day."

Stiles tightens his hold on the Alpha. No, not Alpha—Derek. Just Derek Hale, a man who deserves everything nice, on his own terms.

Stiles pulls Derek in closer, but he keeps his stance loose enough that Derek can refuse to be pulled closer. Derek doesn't.

"I may be an idiot at times," Derek huffs at that, and Stiles pinches Derek on the hips, "At times, not always. Anyways, what I am saying is: I've seen you, Derek. Even when you think no one is looking at you, I have seen you. I care about you," he adds, thinking twice about his choice of words. His love for Derek might be a never-ending rainbow of happiness, but that doesn't necessarily mean he has to say it all even before their first date. "And I know you care about me."

The way Derek looks at him in this moment, all defenses lowered down, his blue-grey-green eyes sparkling with a warmth Stiles has only seen in them the first time Derek held his nephew, is something that would remain in Stiles' memories until he himself is lost to time. And maybe, even, beyond that.

Cora is teaching Camden how to draw, now, and Isaac claims that their son will be an artist when he grows up. Maybe Stiles could commission Camden into making a drawing for him...

"Stiles? Where did you go?"

"Oh, nothing," Stiles just wants to pull Derek closer, even if they're as close as two people can be without forgoing clothes. He smiles, big and bright, but the way his jaw is starting to hurt he thinks he never stopped doing that in the first place. "I was just thinking about the future. Our future..."

Derek chuckles, low and breathy, and his warm breath falls onto Stiles' neck. "You didn't actually answer my question,"

"Oh? And how do you think I should answer it then?"

Derek's hands, which were resting on his back until now, slide down to his hips, and Stiles arches into the touch.

He hasn't gone on a date for years, okay? Don't judge him.

Derek seems to be thinking along the same lines as him, because he says, "You haven't gone on a date in two years. More than that,"

"I didn't date anyone in college."

Derek's voice is filled with awe and a softness that touches Stiles' heart as he figures out, "Stiles. You waited for me. You have been waiting for me for five years,"

"For a while there I didn't know what—or who, exactly, I was waiting for but. Yes. Yes I have. And I don't regret it, okay? I don't."

Derek seems like he's lost for words, so Stiles takes pity on him and leans in close again.

"If I kiss you, would you consider that an answer?"

Derek just nods. It's kind of cute how he's so flustered. Fuck it, it's adorable.

The kiss is chaste, just a literal lip on lip action, but it's theirs and it's perfect.

Derek's voice is breathy and filled with joy as he slowly walks away from Stiles. "Pick you up at seven? Tomorrow. Be ready?"

"Yeah, see you."

Derek grins, his bunny teeth on display, and Stiles doesn't look away until Derek sits in his car and drives away.

When he's sure Derek has safely reached back home, Stiles texts him:

you're a dumbass

Derek's reply comes shortly after, during which time Stiles presumes he must have been washing his hands and legs. It's a habit he's instilled in every single one of the pack, which is honestly a good thing, both so that the humans don't get sick and the houses don't get dirty.

Maybe. But I'm your dumbass.

Stiles seriously needs to stop smiling, or otherwise his face will be stuck like this.

i can't stop smiling, if my face gets stuck like this and yours is already stuck as a scowl, we'd be such an iconic couple!!!

Derek sends back a pic of him scowling. Stiles laughs so hard he falls off his couch. When he catches his breath, he has one more message waiting for him.

If I'm your dumbass, then you're my dumbass too.

Stiles sends back a heart and a kissy face.

His day turned out to be better than he'd thought it would be, and he can't wait for his date with the love of his life.

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The Destiel Folder: Season 7

[Season 4; Season 5; Season 6]

This season is mostly Dean being a depressed bi who can't cope with his crush's death.

This is, in my opinion, the season where Dean actually starts realizing he might for real think of Cas as something more.

Episode 1:

Cas is basically gone, both Bobby and Sam (almost) are ready to compel to whatever he says, but Dean still tries to get him to come back. "You can turn this around. Please!" (3:13) Denial

Dean has no idea how to deal with God!Castiel, but desperate to find him, and getting emotional "I don't even know what book to hit for this." "Then figure it out!" (5:47) Anger

As we have said many times already, angels don't have a sex, Castiel is not a man, and as he states, he is "utterly indifferent to sexual orientation" (8:03), and so is Chuck, God himself, who has admitted having had both girlfriends and boyfriends.

Dean turns off the news the moment he hears a woman describe Cas as "young and sexy", while doing that jaw clentch thing of his (10:14) ... huh... [and this doesn't really matter, but after this we immediately see Dean in a purple flannel. PURPLE! Go Bi!Dean]

"He's not a guy, he's a God [...] Cas is never coming back. He's lied to us, he's used us, he's cracked your gourd like it was nothing. No more talk. We've spent enough on him." (11:09) Dean trying to jump to the 5th stage of grief. Yeah, no baby that's not how it works

Dean tries so hard to convince himself that Cas's gone so he can kill him, but can't really. "Just kill him now!" and struggles hard to hold Castiel's glare. And as soon as Death offers a second option to killing him, Dean takes it. Bargening

"Dean, look, I know you think Cas is gone." "That's because he is." (31:22) Again with trying to jump to acceptance. Not doing great, Dean. In fact, "Yeah, you know how I'm gonna deal? I'm gonna stuff my pie hole, I'm gonna drink, and I'm gonna watch some asian cartoon porn. And act like the world's about to explode, because it is." (32:17) There it is. Depression.

[Remember this: Dean has no shame in watching porn in front of his brother. Wait a few seasons and see]

Just moments earlier, Dean was all "That's not Cas, Cas is dead" and shit, and now he goes "What? You need something else?" worried-husband-mode the moment Cas asks for help (34:50). Also#MARRIED (35:16)

Bobby: "Where's Sam? It's go time." Dean: *looks back at Cas worried* (37:12)

MUST HELP HUSBAND (38:06) look at Dean's eyes!!! They're like 'It's okay, it's okay. You've got this.' "I'm sorry, Dean." Cas chose these words to be his last, thinking he was going to die. LOOK AT DEAN (38:21) ICWAW this would MEAN SOMETHING ELSE

"CAS! [...] Is he breathing? ... Maybe angels don't need to breathe." says the one who was going around saying Cas was gone for good. "He's gone, Dean." "... damn it... *tears up* Cas, you child... Why didn't you listen to me." #MARRIED (39:15) Then he goes "CAS?!" as soon as he starts breathing again. ICWAW, we would SCREAM "LOVE" in this scene

"Imma find some way to redeem myself to you *looks at Dean straight in the eyes*" "*looks at Cas up and down*... Alright, well, one thing at the time, come on. Let's get you out of here." "I mean it, Dean." *eye love-making* "... Okay." (40:30) ICWAW, oooohhh, the meanings this scene would have...

Dean's face when the Leviathans tell him Cas is dead. Again. (41:18)

Episode 2:

Dean looking at the Leviathans occupying Cas' body. The HATE (1:44)

"... okay... so he's gone. *shakes while tearing up* [...] Dumb son of a bitch..." (5:14) Here we go again... I'm fine, shut up

Dean picks up, washes, folds and keeps Cas' coat (5:23) SWEET

"You just lost one of the best friends you've ever had." this hurts me. "... I'm fine, really." (12:11)

"You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good." (38:54)

Episode 5:

Dean progressively drinks more as his nightmares get worse and he misses Cas more and more. 3 times we see him drink, only in the first 12 minutes.

Sam can tell Dean feels like shit, and bet one of those reasons is Cas "Like it or not, the stuff you don't talk about, it doesn't just go away. It builds up." (39:33) Yeah, and not only problems or grief... even love

Episode 7:

Not a destiel moment, but Dean totally got hit on by the waiter. LOL (7:30)

And again. What is it with men in this town and Dean. "We're looking for a necklace." "Romantic. *looks at Dean*" (12:17). Is it an energy reading thing or something? Can they feel the bi energy?

"The Campbell brothers. [...] They weren't actually brothers. That was a cover for their, uhm... alternative life style." (22:40) Huh... I guess calling your lover "brother" runs in the family

"Ever since Cas... I'm having a hard time trusting anybody." (40:44) ouch

Episode 9:

Dean is drunk/high on Leviathan juice, and the first thing he thinks and blabbers about, is Cas (19:48) "I don't even care anymore." Oooohh ICWAW... the possibilities for this scene

Episode 12:

Dean totally checked out that man in uniform. FIGHT ME (16:27)

Episode 13:

"You're head's not in it, man. When Cas died, you were wobbly, but now-" "Now what!!" (39:35) as soon as Sam mentions Cas' death, Dean gets snappy

Episode 17:

Dean keeps getting snappy whenever Sam mentions Cas

"OH my God the love of my life is alive!" (13:02-13:06)

Dean's face when Daphne touches Cas (13:25), and when he calls her his wife (13:41)

AND HIS FUCKING FACE TRYING NOT TO TEAR UP BECAUSE CAS DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT HIM (14:16)

You mean to tell me that ICWAW this wouldn't be seen as a mini desperation moment from a man seeing his lover in this situation? Yeah, I don't think so

"What if you were some sort of... I don't know, bad guy." "I... I don't feel like a bad person." Dean's face is like "Damn right you aren't" (16:50)

"He betrayed you, this dude. He was your friend?" Dean looking at him... can't even answer the question (19:59)

Dean says Cas' betrayal is something he cant get over like everything else. And that he doesn't know why. "It doesn't matter why." "Of course it matters!" (20:25)

Dean gets visibly uneasy about Meg being so close to Cas (25:34) jealous boyfriend is jealous

Dean doesn't want Cas to remember, afraid he'll leave again (32:18)

"I've known you for years!" (32:34) poor baby. Also "You're an angel." "Uhm, I'm sorry? Is that a flirtation?" DEAN'S FACE (32:42)

Dean doesn't want Cas to be hurt by his own memories and past actions (33:00)

"You used to fight together. Bestest friends, actually." Yeah, look at that reaction. Let's see how he reacts to being called his boyfriend later on (33:09)

#MARRIED!!! I'll just leave this. No comment (33:41)

As Cas regains his memories, only 2 of the ones we see are not of Dean. And the only one we hear is the "I'm sorry, Dean." . That is what matters to Cas (and this looks like a slash video. Kudos to the editors) "I remember you... I remember everything." Yeah, no-homo save (34:35)

Not even an hour earlier, Dean was ranting about Cas betraying him, how he couldn't forget and forgive him, and now he is saying Cas did "the best you could at the time", but Cas actually feels guilt and doesn't want Dean to defend him, but Dean does anyway (36:53)

"We didn't part as friends, Dean." "*looks at Cas up and down*... So what?" "I deserved to die." the look on Dean's face (37:18)

Dean gives Cas his trench coat back. The trench coat he kept, folded and all the the truck, for weeks. And that's not even Baby. So he moved the coat, to always have it with him (37:26). I'm not crying, shut up

Also, here, have a deleted scene that breaks my heart

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Episode 20:

Let us all appreciate that one time Dean helped a lesbian flirt with a dude (24:27-25:03)

Episode 21:

Dean is devastated about Cas' mental state, that he did that to himself to save Sam. Look at his eyes in this scene (16:08). Also, Dean still resents Cas for the whole 'New God' crap, but it feels like the real reason is the fact that he left (19:18)

"Cas! Don't make me pull this car over!" "Are you angry? Why are you angry? *puppy eyes*" "... No I-I'm..." #MARRIED (27:28)

Cas says he won't fight anymore, but as soon as Dean's in trouble, he FLIPS

"The angels... they don't care... I think maybe they don't have the equipment to care." (31:49) Touchy much, Dean?, are you trying to convince yourself about that? It feels like he's making excuses to not let himself feel anything for Cas. "It seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart." ... OK, fuck everything, ICWAW this would totally be seen as romantic angsty reference to Cas

Cas is so lost in his guilt for what he has caused. He looks like a baby, and it gets worse when it comes to Dean

"Why should we give you anything? After everything you have taken from us? The very touch of you curropts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!" (36:50) okay damn, ICWAW all of this would seem as if they were talking about a love relationship between the two and you can't tell me otherwise

'HURT HUSBAND-MUST PROTECT MODE' (37:17)

"The bone of a righteous mortal and the blood of a fallen angel" ... shut up, I'm dying over these clues (39:11)

"What are you gonna do, Cas?" Dean's eyes are begging him to stay. ICWAW, we would point that out without a shadow of a doubt (39:40)

Episode 23:

"Dude... on my car. He showed up naked... covered in bees!" ... come on, ICWAW this would be a HUGE deal (5:10)

"Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first." (8:51) LISTEN HERE. I study psychology, and one of the first things they teach you is that jokes are based on the truth. HOW MANY OF THESE JOKES WERE MADE?! HUH??!! (plus all the "Dick" jokes Sam made) Also Dean's reaction with the jaw clentch... just saying

Cas keeps stating he doesn't want to fight, but again, Dean's in trouble? FIGHT MODE

"*soft shoulder touch, puppy eyes, serves Dean a sandwich*" ... SOFT #MARRIED COUPLE (18:27)

"You got anything to say on the topic of dicks?" you'd like that, wouldn't you, Dean? (26:42)

Cas is afraid he will do something to cause Dean more trouble. Let's remember he chose what he believed were his last words to be "I'm sorry, Dean.", but as we know, Dean deals with feelings by showing anger... Cas gets upset and copes by playing twister... pathetic. "I can't help. [...] I destroyed everything and I will destroy everything again!" for a moment, Cas is lucid, and expresses his fear, but as soon as Dean gets angry with him, Cas gows back to hide in his world of crazy (26:47)

"I'm not good luck, Dean." "... You know what? [...] I'd rather have you. Cursed or not." Look at Cas' soft little smile as it grows. ICWAW, this would be read as another confession (32:38)

"I'll go with you." SOFT

SEE??! The MOMENT Dick threatens Dean, Cas goes full Angel of the Lord on his ass. MUST PROTECT HUSBAND (36:52) and the utter shock on Dean's face is priceless

And here comes PurGAYtory

[Season 8>>]

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chloelucia13 · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2: Made of Storms

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Prompt: Their relationship seemed to be perfect, but after Spencer began acting odd, that perfect relationship seemed to fall apart. And when you find out why, you wish you never did. Based off the song “Forever and Always” by Taylor Swift

Warnings: this is just angst guys, there might be like a pinch of fluff, some language, it’s just sad I’m sorry (memories are in italics)

Word Count: 2487

A/N: Here’s the second chapter! I hope you all enjoy! As always, requests and taglists are open!

Read chapter one here!

Tags: @sojournmichael

Why did that Tuesday happen?

You used to ask yourself that question because you couldn’t understand how you had gotten so lucky to find a man like him.

Now that question rings in your mind every time he ignores you, every time you’re left alone in your apartment.

That seemed to be every night lately, you sat on your couch wearing one of his college sweatshirts and tear stains lingering on your cheeks.

But tonight was one of the first nights you had spent out of that suffocating apartment, instead being dragged along with the girls to some karaoke bar.

However, your activities didn’t really seem to change. You still sat, wallowing in your own pity with a beer in your hand that you barely touched. You weren’t alone, but you still felt so alone.

“I think he hates me,” you blurted out, a crease forming between your brows.

The girls halted their conversation, all of them turning to you. “Who? Spencer?” JJ questioned, reaching out to rest her hand atop yours.

You nodded. “I... I can’t remember the last time he told me he loved me. Hell, I can’t remember the last time we even spoke to each other.”

“Y/N, I don’t think it’s possible for him to hate you,” Alex interrupted. “Maybe he’s just been busy lately.”

Again you nodded, rubbing a palm against your eyelid. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” You let out a sigh. “I-I’m really sorry for that. I didn’t mean to make you all upset.”

“Hey, hey, you don’t need to apologize. We’re friends, your problems are our problems too.”

A weak smile pressed onto your lips. “Thanks. I should probably get going though. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow. I have some paperwork I need to get done.”

“Are you sure?” Penelope urged. “Can’t you stay for another hour?”

You let out a chuckle, squeezing her shoulder as you stood up. “I’m sure, Pen. I’m really sorry. You all have a good night. Make sure to sing a Bowie song for me.”

As you began to step away, JJ caught your hand in hers. “Y/N, you know you can talk to us about anything right?”

You nodded, squeezing her hand slightly. “Of course, Jay.”

“Alright. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

God, why did those words feel so foreign on your tongue?

Darkness used to be so sweet then. Then, you knew that even if you couldn’t see him, he was still there.

“Why are you still awake?” His breath fanned against the back of your neck, his lips so close you could almost feel them on your skin.

You turned in his arms so you were facing him, your nose brushing barely against his. “I just can’t sleep, I guess,” you hummed, letting your eyes search his. “Why are you still awake, mister?”

He scoffed playfully, nudging your nose with his before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, anything. What’s up?”

He licked his lips, eyes boring into yours. “I love you.”

You smiled, cupping his cheek. “I love you too.”

Tears were swimming in your eyes when you parked in the parking lot, making the trek to your apartment with shallow breaths.

In a rush of jingling keys and shaking hands, you managed to make it into your apartment and close the door behind you before the tears began to flow down your cheeks. Sobs wracked your body as you sunk down onto the couch, burying your face in your hands.

“Y/N?”

You sniffled, quickly wiping the tears and snot off your face before looking up to see Spencer standing in the doorway of your room- no, the room you two shared.

He stepped over to you, hesitantly holding a hand out. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were home,” you rushed out, bowing your head and avoiding his eyes.

“I...I just needed to grab a few things. I need to run back to the office.”

You nodded, pushing yourself to your feet. “Of course you do,” you whispered, shrugging off your coat and hanging it on the coat rack.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You know I’ve been busy lately.”

“Of course. Sorry.” Your tongue darted out between your lips and you risked a glance up at him.

“What’s going on?”

You scoffed, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“What?”

“I don’t know what I did, Spence. We... We used to be so close. We used to fall asleep in the same bed. We used to talk to each other. Now I just feel like we’re strangers, and I feel so alone. I... I don’t even feel welcome here anymore.”

“Y/N-”

“And when was the last time you called me a pet name? You used to never say my name. You’d call me love, darling, baby. I miss that. I miss you.” You sucked in a deep breath, stepping close to him and resting your hand on his forearm. “What happened?”

He shook his head, his brow furrowing in anguish as he searched your eyes. “Nothing happened. I’ve just been busy. And tired. And my headaches...”

“I thought you were getting help for them?”

“I am, it’s just...” He sighed, taking your hand in his. “Listen, I’ll call off early tomorrow and we’ll have dinner like we used to. I promise.”

You gulped, catching your lip between your teeth as you searched his eyes. “Pinky promise?”

He grinned, interlocking his pinky finger with yours before pressing a rushed kiss to your forehead. “Pinky promise. I really do have to get going. I’ll be back later tonight, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He hurried past you, gathering his satchel before stepping over to the front door.

“Spence?” you voiced, stopping him halfway out the door. “I love you.”

He nodded. “You too.”

And he left you all alone.

***

Dinner was getting cold.

Your boss had let you get off early so you could rush home and prepare a homemade meal, something you hadn’t done in so long.

You had even gotten dressed up, wearing a dark green velvet dress that you wore for your six month anniversary with Spencer. Your hair and makeup were done, and you were unable to ignore the nagging fact that you hadn’t gotten done up like this in months.

At six you had everything prepared, the table set with two plates of pasta that JJ managed to wrestle the recipe out of Rossi for you.

You checked your phone at 6:09, 6:24, 6:47, 7:13, and 7:21. He still had yet to show up, and your phone was void of any calls or messages from him.

The first bottle of red wine had already been drained, and you had just uncorked the second bottle when you heard your phone chime. You rushed over to it, your heart racing with excitement like it had on your first few dates you had with Spencer.

How’s everything going? Should I bring over some brownies? Maybe some condoms? -Penelope

You sighed, blinking away the tears as you typed back a response.

He didn’t show. I thought he was still at the office. Those brownies would be greatly appreciated, though :( -Y/N

He was one of the first to leave today. I’m really sorry, babe :( If he doesn’t show in thirty minutes I’m coming over with those brownies and some chick flicks -Penelope

Thanks, Pen. Love you -Y/N

You shut your phone off and leaned back against your counter, letting out a sigh of defeat.

Everything used to be so perfect. Even during the darkest of times, you still had each other. You still loved each other.

You still love him, you don’t think you could ever stop. It’s just that you felt so numb now. You felt nothing. It was miserable.

Even when he was home, it wasn’t for long, or he ignored you altogether. your bedroom was silent as you two would lay there together, but still worlds apart.

The pain was heavy like rainfall, drenching you down to your bones. It was storming when he was there, so close yet so far, and it poured when he was gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts and doubts.

Either way, you laid there shivering, hoping for someone to come and take you to safety, to get you dry and keep you warm.

At 7:53, the doorknob to your front door turned before the door swung open, revealing a very flustered Spencer. “I’m so sorry, I-I had a late night at the office and I had to finish a lot of paperwork-”he rushed out.

“Penelope told me that you left before everyone else,” you sighed, sipping wine from the bottle. “Why are you lying to me?”

“Y/N, I’m not lying. I just took all my paperwork to the library.”

You scoffed, pushing yourself to your feet and finally taking your hair out of the loose bun that you spent 15 minutes on. “I don’t know what I did to push you away. Did... Did I say something?”

“You didn’t do anything, Y/N. I told you that.” He stepped over to you, taking both of your hands in his.

“Then what did you do?” You looked him in the eye, letting him see the pure agony that marred your features.

And you watched the fear fill his eyes when you spoke those three words.

“Who is she?”

That fear left as soon as it came, and he just looked... gone. He looked completely unfamiliar, someone you never truly knew.

His lips parted, and you already felt the pain tear through your gut before he could even get the words out of his mouth.

“Her name is Maeve.”

And in that moment, the way her name moved along his tongue, you knew that you no longer meant anything to him.

“Of course,” you whispered, taking a step away from him. “Of course her name is fucking Maeve. A pretty name for a pretty girl.”

“Y/N, don’t be mad at her-” “Mad at her? Mad at her?” You laughed incredulously, your eyebrows rising from the shock of it all. “Oh, don’t you dare turn this on her. I bet she doesn’t even know I exist! Does she Spencer? Does she know that you already have a girlfriend?”

He shook his head, pursing his lips. “Listen, I’m really sorry-”

“And now you’re gonna apologize? God, this is fucking bullshit!” You turned on your heel, pacing for a moment before stopping and turning back to face him. “You didn’t mean any of it, did you? You didn’t mean anything you said to me. None of the ‘I love you’s, none of the ‘I’ll never leave you’s, none of the ‘forever and always’s?”

“Y/N-”

“You said that to me! You said that you would always love me! You said that we’d be together for and always! You said that to me!” You sniffled, scrubbing away the tears on your cheeks. “You didn’t mean it.”

“Y/N, listen to me!” he shouted, making you freeze in place. “I love you. I still love you. I just...”

“You just love her more than me?” Your voice was weak now, all the fight leaving your body. “She’s just better than me in every way possible? Is that it?”

Tears fell from his own eyes, silver streaks dampening his cheeks as he stared helplessly at you. A wounded puppy. “I’m so sorry.”

“Did...” You sniffled, wrapping your arms around your middle to hold yourself. “Did you forget everything that we had? Did you forget all the times I held you when you cried, all the times I consoled you after you had nightmares? Did you forget... Did you forget that we were supposed to be together until the end of time? Until the earth crashes into the fucking sun and we all burn away? Or did I burn away from you already? Am I just ash to you? The remnants of something you used to love?”

A sob fell from his lips and it took everything in you to take your words back, to rush over to him and hold him and tell him that everything was okay.

“You’re an amazing woman, the best woman anyone could ever have. I just... I don’t deserve you. I’m sorry.” He stepped towards you, and you took a step back to counter him. Another step forward, and another step backward.

“Back up, Spencer,” you whispered, begging. “Please, just get away from me.”

“Y/N-” “Get the fuck away from me! Get out!”

He did as you said, stepping back with a look of pure anguish settled on his face. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I said get out.”

He nodded, not wanting to push you any further. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He left, his head hung, and he closed the door behind him.

Sweet golden sunshine flooded in through the gaps of the curtains, and a small huff fell from your lips as it flitted across your face.

“Spence,” you whispered, nudging the sleeping form next to you. “Spence, I think we slept in.”

“Five more minutes,” he grumbled, pulling his arm out from under his head and wrapping it around your waist, bringing you back in his embrace.

“Spence, it’s been more than five minutes. Hotch is gonna have an aneurism if you’re late again, and my boss has probably already called like five times.” You reluctantly pushed his arm off of you so you could roll out of bed, scrambling to find an outfit to wear for the day.

He groaned, mumbling a few words of dissatisfaction before eventually getting up and getting ready himself.

“Love?” he voiced from the other side of the room, fastening his tie.

“Yeah?” you hummed in response, turning to face him. “What’s up?”

“I...” He huffed, shaking his head. “Nothing. Sorry.”

“Spencer.” You walked over to him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you searched his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I just... I’m scared I’m gonna lose you.”

A small frown letting on your lips, and you settled one hand on his cheek. “What makes you think that?”

He shrugged. “My job is dangerous. I-I don’t know if one day the unsub will just find you and kill you, or torture you, or do anything to you, just to get to me.” He pursed his lips, trying to blink away the tears. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I couldn’t live with myself.”

“As long as I’m with you, nothing’s gonna happen to me. I trust you, and I know that you can save me from whatever happens. You’re not gonna get rid of me that easy.” You pressed a kiss to his lips before patting his cheek. “I’m gonna be here forever and always, baby.”

“Forever and always.”

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emy-loves-you · 4 years ago

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Wrong Numbers and Useless Gays Chapter 4

Sad Boys and Fun Facts

Patton’s a sad boi but Virgil has a distraction

Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

Three weeks had passed since Virgil had first texted Roman. In those three weeks, Virgil had learned a lot about his new friends.

First, there was Patton. God, did that man love puns. Virgil also loved puns, but he preferred reading Patton’s puns over making his own. Remus had caught Virgil blushing at his phone and made a comment about his new “friends with benefits” (Virgil had been unable to respond. He was too busy trying to hold back his giggles from one of Patton’s pun tangents). Patton also made it clear that he was the “Dad Friend” of the group. Virgil couldn’t type a single self-deprecating comment without Patton threatening to physically fight him. It was rather terrifying, really. He also made sure that everyone was taking care of themselves. Once they learned that they were in the same timezone (They hadn’t shared cities yet. Friend or no, Virgil was telling where he lived in that quickly) Patton made it his goal to check in and make sure that Virgil ate at mealtime. One last thing about Patton was his… struggle with technology. He tended to send almost everything directly to the group chat instead of private messages. Logan said that he tried to teach Patton how to do so, but the lessons never seemed to stick.

Speaking of Logan, the nerd had his own quirks. He didn’t type much, usually only responding when someone required everyone to respond. The other time that he typed was during debates. Nine days into their friendship, Virgil had mentioned saying “you too” to a cute barista and claimed that he ruined any chances with his new crush. While Patton and Roman offered words of encouragement, Logan remained silent. Virgil had assumed that Logan agreed with him but didn’t want to upset his boyfriends. As soon as their conversation ended, Virgil received a private text from Logan, requesting to debate. They argued over cognitive distortions for a whole hour before they reached a compromise. Logan had called the debate “lit” and asked if they could debate again in the future. That was another thing about Logan. Apparently, he had vocabulary cards for slang words. When he was talking out loud, he would hold the card up so the others knew what slang word he was attempting to use. When texting, he would put quotation marks around the word. It was adorable, in Virgil’s humble opinion.

Then there was Roman. Princey was known for his dramatic flair and Disney references. When he was feeling especially Extra™ , he would use “thees” and “thys” and call people peasants. He also had a love for nicknames. Patton had very few personal nicknames, with most of them being terms of endearment like “honey” and “amor.” Most of Logan’s nicknames pertained to him being a nerd, such as “pocket protector” and “Microsoft Nerd.” He seemed to have a limitless number of nicknames for Virgil, with most of them referencing his emo-aesthetic (how Princey had discovered that so early in their friendship, Virgil had no clue). He never repeated Virgil’s nicknames; the only exception was “storm cloud,” which he tended to use at least once every conversation.

Virgil had become extremely close with the trio over these three weeks. That wasn’t the only thing he did, just the thing he did most often. The Dark Sides had finalized their contract with Thomas, who set up a tour almost immediately. Virgil really should have seen that coming. Their band had become extremely popular over the past few years, and they had only done one tour before this. Performing across the country would help boost their popularity even further. Virgil sighed, his anxiety spiking at just the thought of seeing all those faces in the crowd. That was why he used the persona Anxiety. Anxiety wasn’t afraid of anything, he was fear. Being Anxiety allowed Virgil to be confident and suave without worrying about judgment. They judged Anxiety, not Virgil. The case was similar for Janus and Remus. Deceit was elegant and mysterious, while Duke was loud and over-the-top. They didn’t have to be rejects wanting to fit in with society. No, they were Rockstars. Society wanted to fit in with them. And Virgil was just fine with that.

Bzzz

Vigil glanced over at his phone. He was in Los Angelas right now, around halfway through his tour, which put him 3 hours behind his new friends. He glanced over at his clock, 9:45 PM glaring at him through the dark. He turned back to his phone. Why are they up at 12:45 in the morning? I know Logan keeps them on a rigid sleep schedule.

P- (9:45 PM) Ro? Are you still up?

V- (9:45 PM) Pat, why are you still up?

P- (9:45 PM) Why are you still up, kiddo? It’s almost 1 AM! Don’t you have a hangout with your friends today?

Virgil sighed, thinking of the concert he had tomorrow. He glanced over to his sketchbook. Patton had been really impressed with his sketches, so he had been practicing less gory drawings to show him. It had evolved into something almost therapeutic. Knowing how he worked, Virgil would probably sketch until around 2 in the morning, then sleep until 8 AM. The concert wasn’t until 7 PM, so he had enough time to sleep in if necessary.

V- (9:46 PM) First of all, you know I’m in California right now. It’s 9:46 for me. Second of all, we’re not hanging out until tomorrow night, so I can sleep in if needed. Third of all, you’re avoiding the question: What are you and Roman doing up at 1 in the morning? I thought you guys had work in the morning.

P- (9:47 PM) We do. Roman got a burst of inspiration at around 10, and he usually refuses to sleep until he writes it all down. He probably fell asleep at his desk, that silly billy!

V- (9:47 PM) That doesn’t explain why you’re still awake. And why didn’t you get up to check on him? I thought you guys lived together.

P- (9:47 PM) We do! I just couldn’t fall asleep tonight. And the bed’s too warm to get up!

V- (9:48 PM) Well, Princey’s probably being a “sleeping beauty”

Virgil frowned at his phone. Patton hadn’t responded to his text. Sure, that wasn’t a very good pun, but it was still a pun. Patton laughed at every pun he saw, or at least followed it up with another pun. He could be asleep, but didn’t he just say that he had trouble sleeping?

V- (9:50 PM) Pat?

P- (9:50 PM) Yeah, Kiddo?

V- (9:50 PM) Are you okay?

V- (9:52 PM) Patton?

V- (9:52 PM) I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. Just because you didn’t answer my pun doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with you. I’m sorry that I sounded like an asshole.

P- (9:52 PM) No, Sweety. It’s fine! It’s nice to know that someone cares about you!

P- (9:53 PM) I’m just a little sad today.

V- (9:53 PM) Do you wanna talk about it?

P- (9:54 PM) I’m fine, Kiddo! This just happens sometimes. No need to worry!

Virgil sighed, thinking about how much Patton reminded him of Janus. Janus grew up neglected, and was taught to convince everyone that his life was perfect. By the time Virgil had met him, Janus was 19 and a compulsive liar. Virgil wasn’t much better, having just gotten kicked out of the foster system. Virgil lived with Janus (and soon Remus) until The Dark Sides had enough income for Virgil to live on his own (technically Janus had more than enough money for that- his parents were loaded. But Virgil wanted to have something that he earned. He wasn’t just some charity case). When they first lived together, Virgil could never tell what Janus was actually thinking. It took a lot of time and trust to separate Janus from Deceit. Now, he was still heavily sarcastic, and he tended to close himself off when he got upset, but Janus had come a long way.

Virgil looked back to his phone. Patton didn’t seem to have it as bad as Janus did, but you could never tell. At least he acknowledged that he wasn’t okay. There is the chance that something really is bothering him, but Virgil had to trust Patton on that note. It is entirely possible that Patton is just feeling down today; God knows how many times Virgil would question why he should get out of bed. He bit his lip. What helps me when I feel sad for no reason? He smiled, remembering when Remus would spout the most obscene things to distract himself from his own negative thinking. A distraction.

V- (9:56 PM) Did you know that giraffes can clean their ears with their own tongues?

P- (9:56 PM) What?

V- (9:56 PM) “Rhythm” is the longest word in the English language that doesn’t have a vowel.

V- (9:56 PM) Elephants are the only mammals that cannot jump.

P- (9:57 PM) More like Elecan’t!

V- (9:57 PM) Haha :)

V- (9:57 PM) Without food coloring, Coca Cola would be green.

V- (9:57 PM) A 3-year-old boy was elected as mayor in Dorset, Minnesota

P- (9:58 PM) No way!

V- (9:58 PM) Yes way! His name was James Tufts.

V- (9:58 PM) 7 different dogs have been elected as mayors in the US.

P- (9:58 PM) I love dogs! They’re such good boys!

Virgil smiled, adding Loves Dogs to his mental list of Quirky things I like about Patton Morale. They continued to talk about dog mayors for a while until Patton ended it abruptly.

P- (10:14 PM) Why are you doing this?

V- (10:14 PM) Doing what?

P- (10:15 PM) Why are you going out of your way to try and cheer me up? You should’ve stopped talking to me 20 minutes ago. Instead, we’re laying here at 1 AM talking about dog mayors! I would have been fine on my own. Why are you wasting your time on me?

V- (10:16 PM) Pat, if you tell me that I’m wasting my time talking to you, I’m going to have to physically fight you. You are my FRIEND. I care about you. When you’re sad, I WANT to cheer you up. When you’re happy, I WANT to laugh along to your punny jokes. Because I know, at the end of the day, if I was sad and needed someone to cheer me up, you would do it in a heartbeat. You, Lo, and Princey are amazing people, and my time spent with you will NEVER be a waste. I swear.

Virgil sighed, dropping his phone on the bed. He might’ve been too forward with that last text. But it was true. While the four of them weren’t nearly as close as Virgil was with Janus and Remus, he still cared about them a lot.

P- (10:18 PM) Thanks, Virgil. That really means a lot to me

P- (10:18 PM) I’m gonna try and get some sleep now

V- (10:18 PM) Alright Patton, Goodnight

P- (10:18 PM) Goodnight

The next day, Virgil saw a postcard in the window of a gift shop. It had a puppy with sunglasses on the beach, with cartoonish letters saying “Having A WonderFUR Time!” He took a picture and sent it to Princey.

V- (1:08 PM) What’s your address or PO? I wanna send this to Patton.

R- (1:09 PM) Say no more, Hot Topic!

V- (1:09 PM) Aw, you think I’m hot.

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dorevenge · 3 years ago

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where ignorance is bliss - chapter 10: snow will follow

SUMMARY: Maria is expecting, and the pregnancy is rough on her and Howard. [AO3 LINK]

CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 [10] 11 12 13 14 15 ☆

May 22, 1970 – Manhattan, New York, Stark Manor

“Howard!” I scream, halfway down the staircase to the first floor, hands clenching to the railing. “It’s happening!” I’m nine months pregnant, and it feels like a pit has opened up behind my stomach, squeezing the life out of me at the same time, my knuckles going white from the pressure.

Howard runs over to me, one of the quickest 53-year-olds I’ve met, pushing up his sleeve to count the seconds on his wrist, whispering the time to himself. He guides me down the stairs, arm around my waist and shoulder supporting my armpit.

“Have Edwin bring the car around,” I saw. Tears stream from my eyes, my knees wobble from the pain, and Howard says the same thing he always does.

“They’re just Braxton Hicks, doll. The contractions aren’t close enough together.” He sets me down on the couch and wipes my face dry.

“They feel real,” I snap at him without meaning to.

“I know, I’m sorry. Let’s get you something to drink, settle your stomach.”

Edwin runs off to the kitchen, “I’ll put the kettle on.”

“You have to stay hydrated, and lay on your left side,” Howard continues. He brushes my hair out of the way and guides me to a horizontal position.

“I don’t want to lay on my left side, I want my body back,” I whine, adjusting the pillows underneath me to support the bowling ball sticking out of me. The pain behind my abdomen rages on like a wildfire. “Can you put the movie on?”

“Are we feeling West Side Story or Singing in the Rain today?” Howard prides himself on our home video library, collecting almost every film we would go out to see at the cinema. Our home theatre was impressive, given he had tried to make his own film production company at one point. It was his only unsuccessful venture, so we don’t talk about that aspect of it very often, but he keeps up with the technology and is obsessed with recreating the feeling of going to see a talkie at home.

“West Side Story.”

He puts the tape in, and the familiar opening plays out. Watching it reminds me of the first Academy Awards Show I accompanied Howard to, where we watched West Side Story sweep the competition, when Rita Moreno won in that stunning dress. It was only eight years ago, but it feels like a lifetime now, like many lifetimes have passed during Howard’s and my relationship. And now I’m cramping and swollen and bloated, as far as I can be from walking down a red carpet.

I’m asleep before “Something’s Coming” plays.

“Can you chew any louder?”

“Maria, we’re having soup. There’s no chewing involved.”

“It’s making me sick,” I say.

“I’ll go in the pantry,” Howard offers without complaint, used to this by now, kissing the top of my head and taking his bowl of soup with him into the pantry, shutting the door behind him.

Edwin and Ana look up cautiously from their bowls. “Shall we leave you as well, Mrs. Stark?” Ana asks.

“Why would you? You’re completely fine.”

I wake from a dead sleep at two in the morning, after a long day of getting mad at Howard for things that he couldn’t help, and I know I’m going into labor. This time, it isn’t Braxton Hicks, I know it. I rustle Howard’s shoulder. Then I shake it harder. “Howard, wake up,” I whisper harshly. He slowly blinks his eyes open. “We need to go to the hospital.”

“Let me get my watch,” he reaches over to flick on his bedside lamp.

“It’s for real this time.” I know it. I don’t want him to question it, I can feel it in my gut; today is the day we meet our child for the first time.

“If we go in again for more practice contractions, I don’t think the hospital will let ever let us come back.”

I pause before replying.

“My water broke.”

I’ve never seen Howard get out of bed and get dressed so quickly before. He throws my already packed bag at Edwin to have him bring the car around, asks Ana to change the bedsheets, and helps me dress myself, ushering me out the door. For the first time in the last nine months, I’m the calmest person in the Stark household, focusing on my breathing and answering the nurses’ questions as Howard stammers, trying to take care of everything at once. They confirm I am indeed in labor, run their preliminary tests, and show us to the suite we had reserved.

I didn’t realize the suite would be so luxurious; it was nicer than some hotels I’ve stayed at. A jacuzzi and a pool table are tucked away in the corner, along with a full-sized refrigerator and a private bathroom. We’re given a run-down of the amenities, including an on-call masseuse and chef, but as we settle in, I just want Edwin’s cooking and fanciful retellings of his days spent running around Los Angeles with the SSR. The way he tells it, he makes Peggy sound more heroic than Captain America.

“Don’t get mad at me, but you’re as beautiful now as you were the day I met you back in Monaco.” Howard dabs my forehead with a cool cloth.

“I have half a child sticking out of me!” I yell from gritted teeth between contractions. “And you’re flirting with me right now?” Rivets of sweat trickle down my brow between my breasts, chest heaving with effort. The pain from the contractions pulses through me. We’re almost 14 hours into the labor now, and I’ve never been more tired in my life. I want to sleep, but every fiber of every muscle in my body is engaged and trying to get through this.

“Jesus, doll, I said don’t get mad at me.” I take his hand and squeeze it hard enough he winces, like I’m siphoning the pain out of me and into him. He whispers words of encouragement into my ear, watering me and obeying every order from the doctor, not straying from my side - until we hear the peal of cries and the magical words –

“It’s a boy.”

Anthony Howard Stark was born May 29, 1970, a healthy 6 pounds and 10 ounces, with ten fingers, ten toes, and two powerful lungs that never stopped crying. And I do mean never. Baby Tony had no respect for what time of day it was, who was visiting, or how tired his parents were. Although we hadn’t discussed names at all before that day, it came together perfectly; a beautiful name for our beautiful boy.

Howard returned to work within the week Tony was born, taking Edwin with him every day to try to make up for the lost time at S.H.I.E.LD. base at Camp Lehigh. At dinner after his first day back, Howard had nothing about complaints about the way things had been run in his absence. “One of the security guards said the Tesseract went missing for five minutes and showed right back up in its containment unit. I think we have a breach, but everyone swears they didn’t see anything out of the ordinary,” he says over a plate of chicken and asparagus.

“When was this?”

“Back in April. We need to up our security.”

When I announce I am ready to retire and go to bed, everyone at the table stands to help. While I appreciate the attention and assistance, I’m looking forward to being able to get up on my own. The delivery has had an immense toll on my body, wiping me out completely with the emergency Cesarian. I can’t stand on my own for more than thirty seconds at a time, and Ana has been instrumental in my recovery. She takes care of Tony when I can’t, and when Howard is kept late at the office. She changes every diaper, cleans every dish, and I cannot thank her enough times. I think she took to the role quite well, and I don’t look forward to the day it’s taken from her again.

“Master Tony, you are quite the tornado,” I hear Edwin say down the hall as I fold laundry in the living room. Tony has just turned two, and his favorite word currently is “no.” Edwin does his best to toe the line between butler and substitute father-figure, but Tony needs a firm hand – the opposite of what he gets from Howard when he’s either stuck in the lab or nursing a gin and tonic.

“Tony Tornado! Tony Tornado!” Tony sprints down the hall, giggling, spilling his cup of Cheerios and leaving a trail behind him.

“Master Tony!” Edwin takes off after him. He is almost 60 by now, and, somehow, he still keeps up with the toddler. The two of them were practically inseparable. We lost Ana last year to a long battle with cancer, and it’s almost like Tony made it his personal mission to keep Edwin entertained and distracted enough to forget about the tragedy. I often find them playing make-believe with flying robots or watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, cross-legged on the carpet in the den.

I spend my first two years of motherhood caressing egos, trying to be the entertainer and people-pleaser, but I find myself just wanting all four of us to be together at home, instead of stuck late in offices or meetings or dinner parties that no one wants to attend in the first place. I miss my husband because even when he’s at home, he’s really back at the Stark Industries headquarters, still thinking about that damn arc reactor.

#where ignorance is bliss #wiib reading #iron man 3 #agent carter #edwin jarvis #marvel #fanfiction #canary writes a fanfiction

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goldenraeofsun · 4 years ago

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‘cause right now you're mine

set in this verse

THURSDAY, APRIL 2nd

Dean 12:01 You didn’t tell me you led Carver Prep’s quiz bowl team???

Castiel 12:15 It’s in the middle of the school day and you’re texting. What kind of example are you setting for your students?

Castiel 12:16 I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t relevant.

Dean 12:17 Haha smartass I’m having lunch in my office Youre texting me back so i see right through you And of course it’s freaking relevant

Castiel 12:20 How?

Dean 12:21 Because I got tapped to coach Edlund High's quiz bowl team this morning!

Castiel 12:21 Oh no.

Dean 12:30 Oh no is right buddy

Castiel 12:37 I thought you coached the softball team.

Dean 12:37 I can do both You’re dating a very talented man

Castiel 12:49 I know that. I just didn’t know it extended to quiz bowls and softball in addition to blow jobs and breaking and entering places to give blow jobs.

Dean 12:52 What the fuck is wrong with you I’m in school! My lunch hour is almost over I’ll have to get up from my desk very soon This is all your fault

Castiel 12:59 :)

Dean 1:00 Just for that No blow jobs for you tonight

Castiel 1:07 :(

MONDAY, APRIL 6th

Dean 11:55 I bet I can grade more midterms than you today

Castiel 11:58 I know better than to make bets with you, Dean Winchester.

Dean 12:03 It was just a kiss I bet you’re just pissed you lost

Castiel 12:04 I can’t engage in PDA in front of my niece and one of my students at a school event!

Dean 12:04 Youre such a prude

Castiel 12:06 Unlike some teachers, I maintain boundaries between my personal and professional life.

Dean 12:07 Prude.

Castiel 12:09 Did you text me on a Monday afternoon just to harass me about my reluctance to kiss my boyfriend in front of minors?

Dean 12:11 Huh Boyfriend

Castiel 12:20 Dean?

Dean 12:21 What?

Castiel 12:22 Is everything okay?

Dean 12:23 Other than *my boyfriend* refusing to even entertain the idea of a friendly wager?

Castiel 12:23 Yes, other than that.

Dean 12:23 No

Castiel 12:25 That’s good. You scared me for a second.

Dean 12:26 I did?

Castiel 12:26 Are you okay with being my boyfriend? The long gap between our messages made me realize we haven’t talked about it before.

Dean 12:27 I mean it’s a little weird My 16 year old students have boyfriends “boyfriend” seems a little I don’t know Juvenile We’re not 16 anymore, Cas Thank god.

Castiel 12:30 Would you prefer “partner”?

Castiel 12:31 It’s just whenever I hear someone call their significant other “partner” I can never tell if they are talking about their life partner, same-sex partner, police partner, or if they are cowboys. That was a joke! Ignore this. I remember how much you like Westerns. “Partners” is off the table.

Dean 12:31 HOWDY YALL THIS IS MY PARTNER CAS

Castiel 12:31 Please never introduce me to someone like this.

Dean 12:32 Only if you watch Tombstone with me tonight

Castiel 12:33 Can I still grade my midterms?

Dean 12:35 You’re killing me here Cas Yes

Castiel 12:40 I’m your huckleberry

SUNDAY, APRIL 12th

Castiel 2:19 Good luck with the softball game today!

Dean 2:21 You’d better make it up for me for missing this one Its the semifinals

Castiel 2:22 I will. Say “hi” to Claire for me.

Dean 2:27 What the hell? Why is she here? We’re not even playing Carver

Castiel 2:29 She has a crush on Kaia Nieves

Dean 2:30 Ohhhhh That explains a lot

Castiel 2:30 She thinks she’s being subtle.

Dean 2:37 I see that runs in the family Subtle as a brick wall. All of you.

Castiel 2:38 Excuse me, you had no idea about my feelings for you back in high school.

Dean 2:49 So? Charlie said you were obvious as fuck But it didn’t matter since I was a dumbass

Castiel 2:50 I prefer oblivious Less dumb Less ass

Dean 2:57 How dare you My ass is a goddamn gift. You take that back right now

Castiel 2:59 Of course. Don’t you have a game to coach?

Dean 3:01 Shit you’re right

TUESDAY, APRIL 14th

Castiel 11:18 I know how I can make up for missing that last softball game last weekend

Dean 12:01 Sorry The kids called me out for texting you 5 mins before the bell last time How the hell did i get stuck with a class full of narcs

Castiel 12:03 It’s probably karma For all the rule breaking you did in school

Dean 12:05 Hey I wasn’t that bad

Castiel 12:05 You frequently defaced school desks and returned library books after their due date.

Dean 12:06 I’m dating a narc too???

Castiel 12:07 You didn’t ask what I have planned.

Dean 12:07 OK i’ll bite What do you have planned babe? Please tell me it’s not another documentary on bees That was depressing The grand canyon one was cool though

Castiel 12:10 Speaking of narcs

Dean 12:10 This doesn’t sound good

Castiel 12:11 When I had to get my extra copy of Camus from my car, I stumbled on Miriam at the edge of the parking lot with a few more students. They were skipping class and smoking marijuana. Naturally, I reported them to the administration.

Dean 12:13 Not helping your not-a-narc case

Castiel 12:13 They received detention for skipping class.

Dean 12:13 And the drugs?

Castiel 12:13 I may have neglected to report the drug use.

Dean 12:14 Seriously?

Castiel 12:14 I still confiscated it. Research evidence shows marijuana has negative effects on the developing brain.

Dean 12:14 I guess that’s fair

Dean 12:15 Hang on Do you still have it? OUR brains are old as balls Seriously, are you telling me you have weed now?

Castiel 12:15 Surprise? I can throw it out if you’d prefer to do something else tonight.

Dean 12:15 Dont you dare!!! I’m going to get a six pack on the way home, download the last Star Wars, and we’re gonna do this right Your place or mine?

Castiel 12:16 I have been neglecting laundry lately. Yours?

Dean 12:16 You’re on This is going to be so awesome

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 15th

Dean 12:06 Did you really mean to invite me to dinner with your brother?

Castiel 12:09 I didn’t mean to bring it up when we were high, but the invitation still stands. Claire told him we were together. He wants to meet you.

Dean 12:11 Oh

Castiel 12:11 You do not have to say yes.

Dean 12:13 I’ll go It just took me by surprise

Castiel 12:13 I don’t want to pressure you.

Dean 12:14 Youre not pressuring me

Castiel 12:14 Are you sure?

Dean 12:16 Look, I just know your relationship with your brother is complicated And I don’t want to stick my foot in it By accident or some other way

Castiel 12:20 We’re in a better place than I’d like to admit. I spent a long time resenting Jimmy for the time he had with Father. But it wasn’t his fault Father was a bastard who had a second family he preferred to be with. Jimmy was barely in middle school when Father started going on his “business trips”

Dean 12:21 Jesus christ You told me bit about it back in high school But I didn’t realize it was a second family situation

Castiel 12:21 Mother kept it from us for years. I still haven’t forgiven her for it.

Dean 12:21 Are you OK?

Castiel 12:22 I’m fine. It was a long time ago.

Dean 12:22 That stuff takes a long time to get over.

Castiel 12:22 I suppose.

Dean 12:23 Is it okay if you stay at mine tonight?

Castiel 12:24 Our next date isn’t until Friday

Dean 12:24 I don’t want to wait until Friday to see you

Castiel 12:27 Can you pick me up at Carver at 4pm?

Dean 12:27 You got it More time with you and my baby Win-win!

FRIDAY, APRIL 24th

Dean 11:51 Are you sure what I usually wear to school is OK?

Castiel 11:53 You texted me nine minutes early?

Dean 11:53 Shut up I had to bribe my kids For NINE extra minutes Friggin tyrants

Castiel 11:54 What did they extort from you?

Dean 11:54 I promised to throw out their lowest pop quiz grade

Castiel 11:54 That isn’t too bad.

Dean 11:54 I was already planning on doing it

Castiel 11:55 Clever of you.

Dean 11:56 You’re not just dating a pretty face But getting back to dinner with your brother Is a regular button up OK? The tie hides most of the sloppy joe stain

Castiel 11:56 I’m sure you look very handsome

Dean 11:57 I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not

Castiel 11:57 I rarely manage sarcasm in-person. What makes you think I would attempt it over text?

Dean 11:58 Good point

Castiel 11:58 You’re a very good-looking man, Dean. I’ve known this since we were 15.

Dean 11:59 Stop it you’re making me blush

Castiel 12:01 It’s the truth.

Dean 12:04 Alright, alright I’m already sleeping with you No need to butter me up

Dean 12:05 It’s just I remember how you used to talk about him The perfect big brother

Castiel 12:07 More like the perfect student and perfect son. Jimmy was honestly too busy to be much of a brother. The 11 year age difference didn’t help. When I was in high school, he already had the perfect nuclear family on the way.

Dean 12:07 Exactly

Castiel 12:08 Exactly what?

Dean 12:08 You’re lucky I know you And I know you’re not drawing this out on purpose Look, i want to make a good impression, OK? he seems like a hard guy to please.

Castiel 12:09 I That’s very admirable of you, but it’s entirely unnecessary.

Dean 12:10 He’s your family

Castiel 12:11 And I understand family is very important to you, but it isn’t the same with me. It would be very nice if dinner goes well, but if it does not, I will not care in the slightest.

Dean 12:11 Really?

Castiel 12:11 Truly.

SATURDAY, APRIL 25th

11:16 I’m sorry for my dad.

Dean 11:17 Who is this?

11:20 Claire Novak

Dean 11:21 How did you get this number?

Claire 11:23 Alex Jones

Dean 11:24 How did Alex get my number???

Claire 11:24 It was on the softball permission forms How did you not know this Didn’t you draft them?

Dean 11:25 It’s been a while I’m a very busy man

Claire 11:25 Sure. Anyway, my dad was a dick. Totally out of line last night

Dean 11:26 Shouldn’t you be texting Cas about this?

Claire 11:26 I don’t have his number

Dean 11:26 Cas wasn’t kidding when he said you guys weren’t close

Claire 11:27 Nope.

Dean 11:27 Well I am very close with my brother He’s a lawyer out in California

Claire 11:27 Good for you???

Dean 11:29 It doesn’t sit right with me that Cas doesn't have a real relationship with his family

Claire 11:31 That seems like Uncle Castiels business

Dean 11:33 But Jimmy isn’t Cas’s only family SO if you ever need a place to crash, i’m always available

Claire 11:35 Maybe my dad was right And you’re secretly a perv I’m not staying with you you freak

Dean 11:35 Jesus christ, I’m trying to say, if ALEX isn’t the only girl on Edlund's softball team you’re getting buddy-buddy with, it’s fine You should get a chance to explore that part of being a teenager While STAYING SAFE But don’t let your parents stand in the way of that side of your life

Claire 11:41 Dad wouldn’t kick me out

Dean 11:42 Maybe not. But if you are at all uncomfortable, just give cas a call I’ll forward you his contact info now

“I might have told Claire she’s always welcome at my place if she comes out to her parents,” Dean says as he pockets his phone. He turns his back on the pile of sparkling clean dishes drying on the rack by Cas's sink. Dean adds, “Hopefully she’ll ask you before she goes to me.”

They hadn't really discussed the disaster of a dinner with Jimmy and Claire. A few tense words on the drive back to Cas's house, a tacit acknowledgement in the morning not to mention it until after coffee and breakfast. But then Cas brought out his homework for the weekend, even while last night's argument scratches at the back of his mind like a fly trapped in a windowless room. So Dean did the dishes and texted Claire.

Cas looks up from his juniors’ final exams. “You were talking to Claire?”

“She texted me first,” Dean says defensively.

Cas sighs and caps his pen. It’s blue, because red pen, according to Cas, is too traumatizing a grading implement. “I’m very sorry about last night.”

Dean waves his apology off. “You warned me it could go sideways.”

Cas’s brow furrows. “Still,” he says slowly, “I told my mother and Jimmy I was gay a few years ago. I think it was easy for them to ignore it as long as I didn’t have a boyfriend in the picture.”

Dean fiddles with a dishrag as he hovers by the sink. “Was Jimmy a jackass to your other boyfriends?”

“What others?” Cas asks wryly. “None of them were ever serious enough to pique Jimmy’s interest.”

“Really?”

Cas nods and gestures for Dean to take a seat at the kitchen table next to him. He holds out his hand, which Dean takes, bemused. “I don’t know why Jimmy thought religion was an appropriate introductory dinner topic. I could tell he was trying to genuinely understand our… lifestyle, to use his word, but-”

“I got angry,” Dean says looking down at their clasped hands.

“You didn’t say anything I wasn't thinking,” Cas says simply. “I’m glad you reached out to Claire.”

“It seems like she needed it.”

“She doesn’t have a lot of adults in her life she can rely on to be in her corner,” Cas says diplomatically. “I’ve tried, over the years, but I can’t relate to her at all.”

Dean laughs. “Of course not. Teenage rebellion wasn’t really your style.”

“Ah yes, of course,” Cas says, his voice dry as chalk, “you’d be the perfect person to talk to her. The cool kids speak their own language. How could I forget?”

Dean smirks. “It’s full of references you don’t get.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cas says darkly.

Dean leans in for a kiss. Eyes dancing, as he whispers, “Relax, babe. You were always the coolest kid in school to me."

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