#I started writing this with the intention of doing fluff but haha idk what went wrong in my head

[trouvelle]

Time’s Up

A/N: Happy happy happy birthday, @mintchocolateleaves!! This one’s for you boo. I tried to cook it up as fast as I could, to get it posted before the day ends but alas... it’s past midnight and all the magic is gone. Nevertheless, enjoy this one! This isn’t for Emogust though, bc sadly it fits none of the prompts. An AU where Conan is back as Shinichi (Black Org is no more, and stuff and stuff). 

The day is eventually going to come. 

Shinichi knows. He knows that day will come, yet his mind forces itself to erase the thoughts of it. Instead, it’s filled with nothing but false, desperate hope with the image of a beaten, stitched up heart. Shinichi knows. He knows.

His finger plays with the brown hair that he loves touching so much. The smell is intoxicating. Alluring. It’s a smell that belongs to only one person. That one person that means the world to him. That one person that is strikingly similar to a goddess, as she is simply divine and beautifully crafted like an angel. He plants a kiss on her, inhaling the heavenly scent that flutters his heart.

The girl whose head is comfortably resting on his lap lets out a chuckle, voice deep with a texture that makes it one in a million. The girl whose eyes are filled with such powerful emotions that Shinichi couldn’t even describe. Love, he decides. Love, kindness, sincerity, grace, worry, passion, generosity.

Every day Ran makes Shinichi wonder. How someone could always keep a warm, serene smile on her face. Every day, she baffles him.

He wonders why she chooses to stay with him, after years of hiding the truth from her, making her worry, putting her through all the torment. If she’s willing to put his past behind them, then so can he. He can do the same for her and for himself.

They never talk about their lives before he returned as Kudo Shinichi. Only once did she ask for an explanation, and it’s immediately after he revealed himself. He told her everything; about how he’s Conan all along, how Haibara Ai (who’s now around their age) is also another victim of the Organization, how he couldn’t have done it without Hattori and Kaito KID’s help. She’s forgiven him, as always. She can never stay angry at him. She also never wanted to broach the topic ever again.

One time he catches her say, “Remember that haunted inn we went to with Hattori-kun and Kazuha-chan?” when the inn is featured on the television. However, she drops the conversation right after that, the silence reminding him that she was still unwilling to talk.

One thing remains the same, though. 

“I’ll always protect you,” Shinichi whispers. Ran smiles. She knows.

Φ

It’s spring. It’s that time where love sprouts everywhere. It’s that time where flowers bloom beautifully, birds singing their songs and grass turns greener than before. It’s that time where the cherry blossoms bloom, drawing tons of couples towards them like a magnet, wanting them to enjoy the romantic vibe.

There’s this one place. There’s this spot with a lone, abandoned cherry blossom tree. It’s not so far in the small woods behind Teitan High.

Thus, during a break at school, they go to the cherry blossom tree whose grace is only for their eyes. Ran intertwines her fingers with Shinichi’s, showing her loveable smile, the smile that he loves so much.

“I love you,” Shinichi says. He blushes. “With all my heart.”

"I love you too," Ran mutters, looking up at him shyly. "With all my heart."

Φ

It’s that time again, when Ran feels that suffocating feeling in her chest. Her breath hitches, gasping for air while droplets of sweat trail down from her temple towards her chin. It’s those times when Shinichi loses his cool and panic, calling the hospital immediately after each time it happens, each time getting worse and worse.

It hurts him even more that whenever Ran faints, she has no knowledge of what happened before. Almost as if she suffers from a very minor amnesia, yet Shinichi never dares to tell her. He always puts on his practiced smile, saying, “You are just here for a check-up. They had to temporarily put you to sleep, that’s all.”

Ran, naively nods, easily accepting those words. 

Φ

Shinichi has been visiting Osaka more and more often lately. He knows his bond with Hattori has undoubted deepen after everything that has happened. Seriously, he would’ve been a dead man had Hattori not been there to save him.

What he didn’t expect was that he’s going to rely so much on Kazuha as well.

He has been telling Kazuha about what’s been happening to Ran. At first it’s only to update her about Ran’s condition. Shinichi soon finds that he actually enjoys talking to her. To Hattori’s credit, his girl is very insightful and perceptive. Sometimes Shinichi calls her in the middle of the night just to ask her if she has anything to offer him. A handful of times, Hattori is the one to answer his calls.

“We’re NOT doing anything,” he always insists, “Kazuha just fell asleep while studying.”

Shinichi responds with a snort. “Keep that up and you’re gonna get a serious case of blue balls.”

They end up talking too, until Ran stirs in her sleep and Shinichi has to hang up in fear that he might wake her up.

Φ

There are times where Shinichi forgot how nigh Ran’s time is. The moment their lips are locked into a deep kiss, his mind turns blank, concentrating on the now, never thinking of the past or the future. He loves when the familiar, warm hands trace down his sides to his hip bones, tender fingers sliding south until it reaches the spot that makes his body ache for more. He moans out her name each time she sends Shinichi to ecstasy in such sweet, passionate love making. It’s the moment after, with Ran collapsing next to him on the soft mattress and instantly cuddling against the boy, arms protectively wrapped around his body while nuzzling his neck.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Ran whispers. “I can’t imagine life without you.”

Φ

Shinichi has tried to contact Kaito Kid—whose real identity he and Hattori found out to be Kuroba Kaito, just a kid around their age. But he insists that he’d come to Shinichi when his time is suitable, when he’s accomplished his own goal.

When they finally set up a meeting, Shinichi did ask him, straight to the point: “Have you used the Pandora Gem?”

Kaito’s eyes betray his confident body gestures. “Are you interested in using it?”

Shinichi offers no reply, his only response is his unfaltering stare at the magician. He runs a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. “I know you’ve found it, and I know you’ve used it.”

Φ

Shinichi walks on the sidewalk, two plastic bags filled with the needed groceries which bump against his legs with each step he takes. He fiddles with his keys as soon as he reaches their apartment. He opens their front door, stepping in with the bags in his hands, happily announcing he is back with a huge grin on his face.

The house is silent, however. Pressure is felt, and Shinichi feels slight numbness in his legs as he enters the living room, eyes widening at the sight of Ran on the ground. Crystal droplets fall immediately, the sound of items falling and rolling on the ground, voice cracks echoing in the room, the only thing coming out from his throat being none other than the name Ran.

Φ

It all happens so fast. Shinichi is promised at least a year more. One year. A year that they will fill with nothing but happiness, that only she can give effortlessly. The sounds of rushed doctors heading towards wherever ring in his ears. Shinichi can only blindly follow them, attempting to wake Ran up with trembling hands and bottom lip.

Ran, Ran, Ran, is all he says.

Ran, Ran, Ran, he keeps on calling, but her face remains the same: lifeless, pale, drained.

Shinichi has never felt so scared, so afraid. He swears he saw a quick, impossible glance of the colour black. The black that Shinichi has feared to acknowledge so many times in his dreams. The black that is the hollow colour of the long robe that belongs to Death, who is perhaps forcing an implausible grin on his literal skin and meatless face.

“No,” Shinichi whispers, furiously shaking his head as he is forced to stay behind when doctors go past certain doors. He falls to his knees, clutching his hair tightly 

No.

Φ

Shinichi has always had his suspicion about Kazuha’s sensitivity towards the supernatural spectrum of the world. If her handcrafted omamori isn’t enough proof, there’s also the fact that she could actually see spirits. A gift from my grandmother, she explains. 

Kazuha has also further said about how Death is real. Another reason why she hates being in a crime scene for too long, she confides in him. Death is always present, always ready to transport the souls of poor victims. Kazuha doesn’t like to look at Death. According to her, Death reeks of hollowness and hopelessness, among other things. 

Shinichi never quite understands her stories and explanations. He believes in science. He doesn’t believe in such things. He believes in what he can see. He doesn’t believe in what the paranormal and supernatural.

This time, he’s sure Death is definitely calling. Death stands there with arms wide open, wanting to welcome Ran and wanting him to see her lifeless body. Shinichi knows Death is patiently waiting in the dark corners of the sickly colored hospital, it being nothing more than an empty white and some hues of probably blue or yellow. Shinichi doesn’t care.

It’s then when a doctor comes out of what Shinichi calls ‘Doors of Death’. The doctor shows him nothing more but a pity look, his mask hiding any signs of lip movement to warn Shinichi of the hurtful words that are about to come out.

Many doctors and nurses walk by them, and some patients in wheelchairs possibly exploring the area or finding their way out to the exit. All of them spare glances at the man who shouts at the doctor, on his knees once again and hands clutched together in a fist, begging.

Φ

Heiji and Kazuha rush to the hospital as fast as they possibly could. Shinichi staggers towards them, his head shaking continuously. “There’s no time.”

“Time’s up.”

Φ

Ran slowly opens her eyes, frowning at the blinding light of white after being out for what felt like an eternity, shielding them with her hand. She is all by herself. She is in a bed, a transparent tube connected and held secured by a thin, white bandage on her left forearm.

Her confused gaze travels from the dull wall in front of her to the window where she can see the outside world, the sky blue and a few clouds present.

Where am I? She wonders. The sound of a constant beeping echo in her ears, and a doctor soon appears in front of her.

“Congratulations, Ran,” he smiles at her. “You barely survived, but you managed.”

Ran frowns even more. “Barely? What do you mean? What happened?”

The doctor’s smile falters, just a little bit. His eyes are tired, dark circles clearly visible and wrinkles showing. “You had a fatal heart attack, Ran,” he starts. “You’ve always had a weak heart condition which seemed to be accelerating in intensity within the past year.”

“You were found unconscious at home. A young man immediately called, and just in time as well.”

“Shinichi?” Ran gasps. “You mean Shinichi?” She sits up, not caring if she is allowed to or not. “What… where is he?”

“Shinichi… he’s headed out somewhere.” Ran’s expression gradually softens at those words. The doctor then hands her tape. “Here,” he whispers. “He told me to give this to you.”

As soon as the small device left the man’s hands, he calmly makes his way out. Confused and curious, Ran rapidly untangles the earphones, pressing the Play button to play the message that is left in it by Shinichi’s voice. Ran smiles, only for it to completely disappear with each word she hears.

Φ

Time is passing by slowly, almost too slowly. Ran tightly squeezes the tape, holding it against her chest as she lies down, numbly shifting on her side, facing towards the window that holds her away from freedom. She slowly opens her mouth, lips trembling and eyes glazed with tears that allow themselves to roll down over the bridge of her nose and her cheek. She feels a painful lump in her throat. A lump that makes swallowing so, so hard. Her head starts to ache, eyebrows finally furrow together after processing what she just read, gritting her teeth and softly shaking her head in denial.

She finally lost it when she heard soft sobs coming from outside her room. She finally lets out a scream, clutching onto her hair and wetting her face with her tears, curling into a ball as agony took full control over her. With loud and hitched sobs, she whispers ‘no’ over and over again.

Φ

The doctor hears the cries coming out of the room. His back leaning against the space next to its respective door, hallways filled with nothing but an eerie silence and a vast emptiness. He quietly turns around, letting his forehead rest against the cold barrier and let his own tears spill. His own heart aches, wanting to rip it out, if only he could.

His nails scratches the walls, hands eventually curling up into a fist and screamed silently, gasping for air as he lets out choked sobs. 

Φ

Ran,

I’m guessing you already know the truth by now. 

I’ve kept you away from the truth, again. Once more, I’ve kept away a secret from you that you deserved to know, yet I always decided to keep my door shut. Not because I think you’re better off not knowing, but it’s ‘cause I never had the guts to. I can’t lose you. Not now, not ever. 

Nothing can come close to describing the happiness I felt whenever you woke up. Who was there to blame for the condition of your heart? I thought I could be your donor, so long as you can continue to wake up. I wish we could have more time together.

I was told that you have a long way to go. At least a year, was what they said. They over-calculated. My biggest mistake was trusting their words. 

Don’t look for me. This time—I promise you—I’m not on a long and deadly case. I’m not shrunken into a grade-schooler either! I’m just... just refer to me as your guardian from now on. Guardian angel, if you wanna push it that way, but Kazuha said guardian angels are not actually angels. 

What you need to know is that I’ve beaten Death. You’ll live, and that’s all that matters to me. I’m always here for you and I’ll always protect you. 

Ran, you know I love you. I always have, and I always will.

Φ

Shinichi told her that he has no choice. He has even looked for the Pandora Gem and actually knows where it is. The current owner of the gem is also willing to lend it to him.

It’s Kaito Kid, he confesses to Kazuha. And Kaito did warn him about the effects of using the gem.

Shinichi knows that Ran wouldn’t want it.

Kazuha has been thinking about this for a long time, hard. She knows if she was to do it, if she could even pull it through, if it would even succeed—Ran is never going to forgive her. But when she puts herself in Shinichi’s shoes, she knows she would do it for Heiji in a heartbeat. Part of her believes that if the situation was reversed, Ran would want to do the same for Shinichi. 

But Shinichi has already had his mind made up. Kazuha looks at him, the boy who has been growing closer to her lately, who she talks to even more than Ran or Sonoko these days. Kazuha stares at him, and he stares back at her through his cloudy eyes.

In the end, he doesn’t even know if he was putting Ran’s happiness first or his own.

[a-little-bit-of-ravioli]

Rav, please answer the following, no exceptions

3, 5 for Hues of Magic (anything about the series is fair game), 11, 17, 30, and 42, I have no regrets

holy hylia you really aren't granting me any mercy jfkdjdjf FINE.

These got way too long to not put under a read more though, so here it is.

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Hmmm. Introspection, definitely, but idk if it counts as a trope per se. I have recently been told that my very intentional efforts to always give all the boys at least one moment in the spotlight, no matter how small, are noticeable, though! So that, probably. I'm also very partial to likening a traumatic event to the present happenings.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

You chose Hues of Magic! And hmm. I guess I'm always itching to elaborate on which specific glows mean what from Hyrule's pov, where they are from, and what the distinctive qualities between different types of auras and enchantments are, because I do think about those a lot! In Something Focused I basically went on a long diatribe over how I perceive Wars' magic to work, and if asked I could probably do that for most of them! But not every oneshot is meant to become a lecture like that one, so I won't lol

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

This is unfair and you know it. I'm absolutely partial. Are you kidding? I grew up playing OoT/MM and TP -the Hero of Time might be my favourite character in all of fiction. I still play OoT on an almost weekly basis, in randomizer. And I have singlehandedly dragged people down into Warriors hell with me.

That said, like I mentioned earlier. I always, always make sure to involve the rest of the boys in the background (when it makes sense), instead of letting them fade into it. I'm really big on knowing what every present character does, so I lead by example!

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

I will cheat and put SSAU (Swapped Species AU, an AU where none of the boys are Hylian, but rather another race in accordance with their games) in here. Because while I'm not the only person enjoying it by a long shot, it was a huge team effort to create as much content for it as there is now. But I did put a ton of focus on everything around Guardian of Time!Wars and his relationship with Mask/Time and First. And I still get that giddy self-indlugant feeling whenever I think about or reread parts of it. So I'd say it counts!

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

I have! It was Whistle, actually, haha. When I started to write it the style was the complete opposite of what my default was. It was an amazing exercise and influenced how my style evolved into what it is now.

If we're talking more about topical comfort zones - I definitely find it harder to write pure fluff, just because the string of narrative is different compared to angsty stories - there is no big climactic event, no comfort at the end to resolve it. But I chose to write some rather fluffy fics for LUAAP 2021, and while I couldn't resist putting in a little angst in the middle parts, I think I succeeded! And enjoyed myself, too.

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

I'm gonna cheat here, because this isn't a single comment, but a theme that went through a comment section. I made up an old mage with his own shop for Something Darker, to fill a role I needed for the plot to kick off. I gave him a couple quirks, little mage things I thought were fitting, as you do with a side character, and didn't think much of it compared to the rest of the fic.

Imagine my surprise when almost every single comment latched onto this guy! People were thinking about his biases and reaction, there were interested in his backstory, someone wrote an epilogue from his perspective in a comment (yes this is a link to that). Safe to say that is gonna stay with me. It was such an amazing thing for people to take this small detail in my writing and latch onto it more than I ever could've expected!

Phew. you better know I'm gonna flood you the same next time fhdkhejdjf

[youarewurthit]

Bodycon Dresses and Ice Cream

Genre: Smut with a pinch of fluff. Established relationship au!  DRABBLE ✨

Summary: You had different intentions today wearing the bodycon dress to a date in the park with your boyfriend, which resulted in you helping the public eye from witnessing his boner. 

(Not that great w summaries and title lol ) *working on it*

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Warning: unprotected sex (stay safe ppl!), grinding, jiggling butts, car sex, riding, Namjoon being horny …uhh idk what else 

Word count: 1272

A/n: okay looool I havent written fanfics in a looooong while and idk if this Drabble is even that great but I was itching to write and post something that had been in my drafts and here it is voila! But if it’s good then all that reading I did paid off eh? Haha okay enjoy!

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You were wearing clothes that were either body fitting or slightly more revealing than usual lately. You were confident that you were increasing your boyfriend’s sexual frustrations further every single passing day.

He adored you of course even without you wearing sexy clothing, but seeing this rare side of you is pushing it for him every time you go out. 

You were wearing a bodycon dress that hugs all your curves perfectly with your basic Nike Air Force ones. Simple but every time you moved your hips or pressed your body against Namjoon. It did something to him.

“Baby if you don’t stop, I swear,” Namjoon gripped your hips, pulling your frame close to his. 

“It’s the dress I’m guessing?” You giggled looking up at him smiling. He admired your cheeky smile, before swooping down for a kiss.

You pulled away hearing some of the food vendors selling ice cream. “Come on Joon, I want some ice cream!”

You got a vanilla and chocolate soft serve cone and Namjoon just a plain lime popsicle which you made fun of. You were enjoying your ice cream, licking up and down, heck, even biting down on it (yes, you are thAt kind of person), Namjoon had been watching you, getting frustrated with the feeling of his cock hardening gradually in his pants. You forgot your true intentions of teasing your boyfriend, pointing at the lake towards a duck that you found cute. Namjoon looked and saw the duck you were pointing at but he shrugged pretending not to see it. 

You pulled out your phone, not wanting to forget the cute duck and motioned for Namjoon to come, so that he could look closer. Namjoon’s jaw dropped at how your butt was jiggling as you jogged to get a good picture of the duck before it swims away. By now, your intentions of teasing him were long forgotten, too busy snapping pics of the duck who caught your full attention. That is until you felt Namjoon snake his arms around your figure, laying his chin at the crook of your neck. 

“Joon, look!” You practically pushed your ass towards him, almost flailing over the rails but Namjoon’s arms beat you to it by pulling you in towards him, you could feel a slight bulge in between your ass, making you gasp. 

The cute duck? We don’t know her/him. (Y/n) froze in place. “Joon-ah…” she started unsure how they’ll fix his boner, since they’re out in public. He grunted in your ear,”You got me hard baby, and we’re out in public.”

You turned your head to look at your surroundings better and you felt yourself let out a breath of relief after seeing no one that close in proximity. Still, you stayed put, your arms patting his head because you really don’t know what else to do in a situation like this. He chuckled at your actions and his breath caused a shiver down your spine. From behind you two, a stranger passing by would probably just see a couple holding each other lovingly, admiring the calm lake, but from the side…oh boy…

You started to turn so that you could face him but his hold on you tighten. “I don’t think you should face me, babe,” Namjoon muttered, pushing his cock to grind on your clothed ass. You yelped a not-so hot yelp but it died down quick. You felt warmer than ever, heck, you feel yourself getting turned on. 

“Joon, we got to move, we can’t stay here all day, babe” you whined, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter as he grinded lightly against your behind. You softly moaned out at the feeling of his cock grinding on you. 

He pulled away and looked at you up and down, blatantly checking you out. You blushed and wrapped your arms around him trying to help him hide his boner from the world to see, after all it was your dress that got him worked up. 

Luckily, you and Namjoon, weren’t that far away from your car. Stealing glances right and left to prevent anyone from noticing Namjoon’s boner, as you tried to cover him from the side. You rushed in your Range Rover, which was thankfully tinted from the outside but you could still see from the inside. Namjoon groaned when you reach to the drivers seat from the back to start the engine and lock the doors. You jumped at the sudden spank on your ass and how Namjoon grabbed your hips to sit on his lap after your done. 

His hands went to cup your breasts, kneading them from the outside. You turned your head to connect your lips, slowly his hands travelled down to your pussy, you bunched up your dress so that you could feel Namjoon’s hands right where you needed them better. 

His mouth traveled down your neck as he pushed his fingers through your panties, taking his time to rub your little bundle of nerves. You moaned out at the pleasure you felt as he pinched your clit her and there. His long fingers slowly poking at your entrance. He was being a tease but you loved it. 

“I need you in me, Joon” you breathed out, turning around so you’re on your knees with him between you. He unbuckled his belt and lifted his hips to free his cock and you salivated at how hard and red he is, a little bit of pre-cum oozing out of his tip. “Another time babygirl,” He chuckled at the desire in your eyes, grabbing your hips as you sink yourself down in his cock. 

“Ahh…” you let out lewdly as you felt him stretch your walls. The delicious stretch that never seems to go away no matter how many times you fuck this gorgeous man of yours. Namjoon breathed out a moan which had you clenching a bit. “Move baby,” he whispered lowly in your ear, which had you moving in no time. 

You moved your hips slowly up and down getting the tempo right, but you were taking your sweet time which had Namjoon bucking up his hips into you, hitting a spot which had you shuddering a bit. Even though he was under you, he had full control of your body and you were feeling the pressure slowly build up at the way his hips managed to hit you g-spot at this angle. 

Namjoon was having trouble keeping himself from cumming too fast, you felt so good wrapped around his dick and the way you were still dressed turns him on more. You managed to open your eyes and look at him, one hand on his shoulder and the other on the seat because you didn’t want to bruise Namjoon with your death like grip. “Come on baby, come with me,” he urged you on, his thumb rubbing your clit. The pressure building in your stomach gave out, and your body shuddered as you groaned out how good you feel when he fucked you like that. Your walls clenching made him spill his load into you, your eyes drank him in, the way his fucked out state managed to get you worked up so easily. 

He opened his eyes and fixed the strap on your dress, the other hand holding your cheek adoringly.

“Let’s go home and continue okay?” He smiled at your darkened eyes and hair that screamed ‘I got dicked down good’, you crash your lips onto his, which earned you a muffled groan at how your walls clenched around his cock once more, clearly you needed more. 

[swimminginfics]

Maybe a writing where Luke finds out the Reader’s force sensitive? Can it also be fluffy.... idk I’m a sucker for fluff lol. tysm!

|A/N: I love fluff too so don’t worry haha. I don’t think I did much justice to y’know the whole area in terms of fluff content. And I’m still unsure about the ending. I really hope you like it though!

|Word count: 1,504 words 

|Warnings: none, normal space stuff, Han is space Dean Winchester 

|Summary: This wasn’t supposed to happen, really. When you go on a scouting mission with Han and Luke, you didn’t exactly expect to crash into a Stormtrooper base. 

There were instances in your life when things happened that you’d like to think were very good coincidences. You know? Like when you were with your friends in the cafeteria and got mad that this girl flirted with Luke when she suddenly her hand slipped from your table. Or even further back when you were play fighting with pipes at your father’s worksop with your brothers, and you just could feel when they were going to hit next. You just dismiss it as great intuition, but something deep inside you knew there was much more. Sadly, there was never a proper opportunity to reflect on such things. Ever since you joined the Rebellion. 

Something about today gave you a horrible sinking feeling. Much to your dismay, Leia had set you up to go on a mission with the base’s two star pilots for a small scouting mission. She really is playing the role of matchmaker huh. It could be that, but there was something else telling you visiting this new place was bad bad bad. Nevertheless, you picked up your things, stuffed them in your bag and headed to the Falcon. 

The planet was meant to be a new hideout for the base, it was filled with luscious trees and shrubbery. Opening the hatch of the Falcon, you were greeted with the ever-present smell of a blend of sweet flowers and fallen rain that lingered on your nose. 

You had your blaster holstered to your thigh and the other to your hip. Atop, the green ponchos to blend with the environment. Boots pressing against the humid dirt were your main traitor, leaving light footprints of where you’ve been. Your mind still reminiscing on the moments prior to walking out of the ship. 

[flashback]

“Alright, this is a simple reconnaissance mission, I suggest that we land in the area we scanned that had the most raw materials. If there were to be any stormtroopers setting up a base it would be there too.” You said, standing in front of the table at the cockpit. Walking around and gathering supplies for what was to come soon. 

“That sounds like a reasonable plan.” Han put his hand to his face, deep in thought. 

“Leia said there wouldn’t be anyone in the planet but hermits.” Luke chimed in

“That’s from her sources. We really don’t know what lies there until we head down Luke.” You explained

“Kid, there might be people trying to trick us into a trap.” Han turned to look at the blonde, trying his best to be convincing.

“They wouldn’t have given us coordinates if they didn’t know.”

“Luke, a lot can change in 3 months…Han and I have been doing things like this before the Rebellion.” You tried to reason, “There’s times when people want to see you fall. Or they have been bribed to lie.”

“Which,” Han raised his hand, pointing at the ceiling, “puts us into a more tight spot. If our suppliers have other intentions then we gotta hurry and get the hell out of Hoth.”

Luke pursed his lips, debating wether or not to question the two of you, but remained quiet. 

[End flashback]

You gave a soft hum, still deep in thought, analyzing the flowers blooming above your head. While you felt for him, this time you knew that this was more your line of work than his. You got so lost in thought you were falling behind the two men. There were faint echoes of animals crying up in the trees while the ground carried a soft rumble, barely traceable, it was like a liquid warmth purr against the soles of your boots. You payed no mind and hurried to your teammates who were by a bush, crouching, and looking into the distance.

“So what’s the sitch?” You crouched with them. 

“That’s a base alright, we don’t know if its empty yet, though.”

“Should we go investigate?” Luke turned towards you for confirmation, eyes looking intently at yours, wishing for your approval. A pink tint sneaked its way to your cheeks while Han rolled his eyes at the lovesick puppy that was his best friend. 

“I say, we keep our traps shut and see if there are any stormtroopers around.” Han crouched lower into the bushes. These were by the edge of a steep slope, and at the bottom lied the solid grey block of a building. Minutes were on the verge of melting into hours when an alarm siren started ringing in the block. 

“Well I’ll be damned.” You muttered. The ringing of the alarm was deafening everything around you, leaving a high pitched ringing in your ears. Luke’s mouth was moving…shouting? But you could not hear anything. Panic started to flood your body when you saw Han grab his blaster and start shooting at something. Now with you other senses heightened, you felt the floor started to rumble under you, two speeders were heading your direction. 

You pushed Luke out of the way, only for a stormtrooper to grab you by the collar and pull you with him in the speeder. Through the thick bushes and down the plateau. You started wiggling away from their grip, kicking in the air while your hands were holding onto the poncho. A kick landed on your captors ribs and they let you go flying directly to the concrete wall. Your lungs felt flat, all the oxygen leaving through your gasp upon impact, heaving wheezing mixing with the cracking of ribs. And there you laid, on the ground, gasping for air while arms clutch your sides. The ringing began to cease and your body began to feel heavier by the second. 

Meanwhile, Luke and Han had hijacked the other speeder and chased after you. Only thing was, troopers were now leaving the building to hunt down the culprits. Muffled yells spinned around your head, the red colors of the blasters transforming your vision into a blurred Jackson Pollock painting. Said weapons were going off until they had the two men circled, they dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. One stormtrooper raised their gun and hit Luke across the head, Han yelled and tried to fight back, only to be kicked to the ground.

Things weren’t meant to go this way.

You felt the familiar sting of tears, and a new surge of raw power flowing through you. Your body pretty much lifted by itself. The ground quaked, dirt under your feet cracking, and stones skittered around. The bodies of the stormtroopers lifted momentarily of the ground and all flew towards the building. You reached for your friends but your knees gave up and you slumped to the ground once more. 

It all went dark. 

—

It first started with the twitch of a nose, a quiver of a lip, the feeling of cold air against exposed skin, the familiar hum of machinery, the feeling of fingers lacing into your very own, the feeling of a thumb gently rubbing circles against your cheek. The heavy lids of your eyes gently rose, and light began to refract. 

Oh, 

There you were, lying in bed, in the falcon. Lukes eyes bore to yours with such worry and so much of a feeling you couldn’t recognize.

“Luke?” you jumped at the sound of your own voice, hoarse and crackly. 

“I’m here, I’m here…” Tears welled up in his eyes, “I-I thought you…” He shifted his arms and cradled your body. You knew what he meant.

“You know I can’t leave, if I leave, who’s gonna be there to fix R2” You wheezed a joke.

Silence followed, there was a lump on your throat while Luke nuzzled his head on the crook of your neck.

“Han told me you saved us, I-why—how—Why didn’t you tell me you could use the force?” he mumbled 

“I didn’t know I could,” You gripped your arms tighter, “I was so scared, so scared to see you die. I don’t know how—or, or why, but one moment I felt like I could climb a mountain, and then they all flew.” 

“We’ll figure this out together, I’ll help you in using the force.” 

You shifted back, trying to get to see his face, your eyes locked into his, speaking a language fo their own, repeating those three words that you were so afraid to say. His hand moved to brush a hair strand behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek and down to your bottom lip. Both of your forms inched closer to the other, until they molded together. Those three words were finally spoken, as you continued to hold each other for the remaining of the flight, thanking the stars.

The end 

[might come back to check spelling and all that]

[blackdahlia-parker]

Can you write something with noen... Idk what but something just heart meltingly cute. Like sitting on his lap while he was live reacting to that bf ASMR 😂 (if you didn't see it it's on YouTube and it's really funny lmao) thanks in advance ❤️

Boyfriend ASMR- Noen Eubanks x female reader

A/n: I really hope that you like this and this is similar to what you requested. I’m sorry if it’s a bit short. I know my writing isn’t great but I hope you all enjoy regardless 💓 also I’d never seen Neon’s live video that you were on about before today as I’m more of a Chase fan, I really hope I did it justice though 👍🏽.

Warnings: fluff. Pure fluff.🙂

Your boyfriend Noen also known as one of tiktok biggest ‘eboys’ was going live for his fans. You being one of your boyfriends biggest fans wanted to be there to hear everything like the others that were going to be watching him live through their phone screens. You felt so lucky that you could be there to experience it in real life. You were his girlfriend. Before he went live you walked over to him where he was sitting on his bed in his room. He had his headphones on currently ready for going live so he didn’t hear you enter his room. You slowly crept up behind him and gave him a quick scare. “God!” He flinched and you scaring him caused him to throw his headphones from his head to check what it was. You laughed. He turned and saw you. “Y/nnnn” he complained and looked at you with fake angry eyes. But couldn’t keep them like that for long as his eyes changed quite quickly to look more like a doe’s eyes as you stared at him deeply. He was so cute. His light blond, long, middle part hair flopped down over his eyes. He shifted all the way back on his bed so he was sitting with his back to the wall. “Come here and sit” he asked you, while opening his arms wide to ready to embrace you and he patted his lap. His computer was in front of the bed so everyone would still be able to see him. You say on his lap comfortably, facing forward and he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist from behind. You layed your head on his shoulder. And closed your eyes for a few seconds. You could smell the cinnamon shampoo he’d used on his hair. It was a lush smell. You felt so cozy with him in this moment. You opened your eyes slightly and spoke, “what are you gonna do on live tonight?” You whispered in his ear. He turned his head and whispered back in your ear as your head was still on his shoulder. “Boyfriend ASMR” he said. Your eyes widened as you burst out laughing and sat up a little, tuning to look at him. “Phhhaaa, you what?” You couldn’t believe what he’d just said. “Boyfriend ASMR” he repeated again. “Reacting to one obviously. Not making one because your the only girl who gets to be my boyfriend” aww he was so cute. You weren’t even questioning that about it. Bet he felt like he needed to clarify anyway. “So your fans want you to react to someone off you tube, pretending to be your boyfriend?” He chuckled. “Yeah pretty much”. With you smiled and put your head on his shoulder once again. Because he’d started singing that tiktok song to you. “Put your head on my shoulderrrr....” he was such a goof ball. With that he leaned forward slightly (you still huddled up on his lap) and pressed a button on his computer allowing him to go live in a few seconds time. He leaned back with you. You were both on sight on the computers screen for everyone to see. You grabbed Noen’s cheeks and squished them in your hands. He scrunched his nose in an adorable way in response to your action. You quickly let go of his cheeks as your saw that you both were now live on screen. “Hi guys” your boyfriend began to talk to his fans on live. But it was too late. Thousands of fans had already seen you and your boyfriends cute antics.

olivia_xx_starr goalsss 😍 xlilhuddy 🤮 ewww guys. Y/n has stolen my guy. Nelly_belly2002 faves. Noen’s nose scrunch though....so cute!!

Loads of comments were already coming through they were all so positive and supportive of your relationship with Noen. As soon as you saw Chase’s comment however, you giggled. Noen spoke in the directions of the computer. Thousands of comments still coming though. “I’m going to be reacting to the boyfriend ASMR as you guys requested. Y’all, I’m not ready for this but imma just go with it haha” He still has his arms around you as you spoke, “yeah he’s secretly always wanted a boyfriend” you joked. He play fully punched you to the side but you manège to stay on his lap. He knew you were joking though. The comment section began to blow up again. “Don’t listen to her guys, she’s only kidding.....well.....” you stared at him faking a shocked face, mouth wide. And with that he leaned forward once again and pressed play on a boyfriend ASMR video on YouTube. He guy on the video began to speak. You and the fans listened intently as he began the weirdest little conversations with the virtual online ‘boyfriend’.

After a while, the mixture of you leaning against your boyfriend and the whispered ASMR was so peaceful it made your eyes begin to flutter shut. But as soon as you heard your boyfriend respond to one of the guys questions ‘what’s wrong?’ You opened your eyes and burst out laughing. You couldn’t hold it in. “I smoked crack. I want more crack” Noen had said. You then picked up your boyfriends hand and kissed it. He did the same back to you and lightly began stroking your hand softly before placing it down on his lap and going back to hugging you. People were going crazy at this.

elsie04x oh my god 🥺. I want a relationship like this!sam_brownnnnn want want want 😩

You noticed as he placed his hand on yours that he’d now painted his nails a stunning shade of purple. Coincidentally the ASMR boy was now saying; “did you paint your nails?” To which Noen replied, “ohh yes I did actually. Did you notice the purple?” and he lifted his hand at the same time pretending to show the guy his painted nails. “Is this what you do when your sad?” The fake boyfriend ‘asked’ him. To which your boyfriend replied “what—no. It’s what I do when I smoke crack. Isn’t that right y/n, you know don’t you?” It was at that point you lost it. You were quite literally in tears of pure joyful laughter. And just as you’d guessed the comments were filled with loads of laughing emojis.

lexy-days32 Noeeeen, quit it with the crack joke already!!! I’m dying here 😂😂p.s I love you really 💓xlilhuddy we love a bit of crack don’t we Eubanks 🙌🏽

Your boyfriend by now had finished reacting to the whole video and you felt really sleepy. As Noen said goodbye to his fans through the screen your eyes began to flicker shut. You could not stay awake. Just before Noen waved bye to everyone he pointed at you struggling to stay awake, still beaming on his shoulder. And once again there were hundreds of comments consisting of “🥺” this time around. Your eyes had completely shut by now as Noen reached over to turn his computer off carefully trying not to wake you as you were still huddled in his lap. After it was off he reached for the light and switched that off too. Although you were asleep you felt strong arms around you and smelt cinnamon again. Your boyfriend lowered you both down into a lying position on the bed and grabbed the blanket to put over you. You both snuggled together and fell asleep peacefully.

A/n: thanks for reading , I will try and do the rest of your requests when I can hopefully 👍🏽

[snarkwrites]

FFT: gingerbread family; sam and dean winchester

Notes:

So, uh.. Idk where this came from but.. It was fun to write. And maybe one day, I’ll go further with it, idk. I just really wanted to make sure it wound up on here when I started moving fics.

Summary:

What if Sam and Dean woke up one morning and their lives were.. Semi normal? Or as close to normal as it can reasonably get for the two of them? What would they do? Obviously, here, they rolled with it. 

Pairing:

Sam Winchester x OFC, Raine, Dean Winchester x OFC, Jenn

Warnings:

total au - not even a little bit canon compliant here, tbh. mentions of alcohol, angst, fluff... a groundhog day but make it christmas plot?

The bleak sunshine beamed through the window right into Sam Winchester’s eyes. His response was to shove his head beneath the pillow and try to burrow deeper down into the bed.

From somewhere nearby, the television turned on. He could hear the opening strands of a cartoon theme song and he grumbled to himself sleepily. “Dean, turn it off, man. It’s too early.” he mumbled.

He realized that he wasn’t at a hotel or the bunker around the same time that an arm slipped over him and the soft warmth of another body pressed against his bare back from behind. Sam’s eyes popped open wide and he felt himself starting to go into fight or flight mode, but from behind him, lips brushed against his shoulder.

“Will you be still, Sam?”

Sam sucked in a breath and after a count to 3, he rolled over, preparing himself for what he might be about to come face to face with.

… The blonde from that bar?…. He remembered Dean sending him into the bar in town to pick up these subs they started selling… And to hang around, make sure that the blonde bartender was okay.

Which had lead to Sam talking to said bartender… And realizing that it was Raine, a girl he’d met a few years back.

He tried to push himself to remember more, but nothing came for a second or two.. And then suddenly, it all came in a rush, memories that didn’t make any sense, things he knew couldn’t possibly have happened were bombarding him. As he tried to pick through what he knew and what he was ‘remembering’ as he lie there on his back with her draped over his body, the bedroom door swung open.

“Daddy, Uncle Dean’s on the phone. Are you and mommy gettin up?”

Sam swallowed hard as his eyes fixed on the 6 year old in the doorway, clutching a galaxy colored unicorn against her as she stared at him.

Her eyes were the exact shade of his own.

“Yeah, I’m getting up.”

Beside him, the blonde stirred. “Bed is warm. You’re warm. If you get up… It’ll be cold.”

And then he caught sight of her finger when he went to raise her arm so he could slip out of bed.

And he saw an engagement ring and a wedding band.

His eyes darted around the room as he rose to a sitting position, making a show of stretching and waking up.

Something in this room had to spark some shred of memory. Real memory. Not whatever those memories were earlier.

On the other end of the phone line, Dean sat at a kitchen table that apparently, he’d built with his own hands. In the background, a woman named Jenn that he remembered Sam telling him about while he was talking to Sam on the phone, who was apparently now his wife was in the kitchen with their son, making dinosaur shaped pancakes and laughing. It’s A Wonderful Life was playing on tv and the irony in the movie’s plot and it’s similarity to what Dean Winchester woke up smack in the middle of was not lost on him, either.

Dean would never admit it, but deep down, he wasn’t even sure why he was calling Sam about this. Every part of him wanted to hang up, go into the kitchen and just… Enjoy whatever this was.

But he had to know if he was the only one.. He had to know if Sam was alright, if this was happening to him too.

“ Hey, darlin?” Dean called out. The red head peered out of the kitchen, flour on the bridge of her nose. “You rang, grinch?”

“Oh haha.. What are you makin in there?” - it wasn’t what Dean was wanting to ask, but it was just a question to distract his racing mind. He was currently in problem solver mode on his end, wondering if Sam were ever going to pick up the damned phone.

“Dinos and snakes.”

Dean’s brow raised and Jenn laughed, shaking her head. “Not literally, Winchester. Pancake form. Our son and his thing with dinosaurs, remember?”

“Ah, oh yeah.” Dean cleared his throat because fuck no, he did not remember. And the sooner he got to the bottom of this, the better. Jenn eyed him. He’d been acting plain weird since they woke up this morning.

Almost like he was out of it, like that one time he tangled with a pack of shapeshifters in New Mexico and wound up with a bit of a concussion.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“You’re good, right?”

“I’m fine. Promise.”

Jenn stared at him a few seconds and then nodded to the tv. “No football?”

“Nah, this is kinda… Amusing to me.”

“Okay then.” Jenn lingered a few seconds, the back of her hand on his forehead.

“I mean it, darlin. Totally fine. Is there any chance we’re gonna have pie today?”

His statement about pie seemed to convince her. She smiled and leaned in, brushing her lips to his forehead. “Possibly… If you’re gonna save some of that whipped cream spray for a little later?” she met his gaze with an intent and hungry look in his eyes and he gulped, nodding.

“Definitely.”

… okay, Sammy, c’mon, pick up the damned phone…. He thought to himself as Jenn disappeared back into the kitchen and his son ran out, climbing up into the chair with him, chewing noisily.

…. Okay, so maybe… he thought to himself, stifling the urge to grin as he watched what was apparently his kid, take a bite of food similar to the way he tended to chow down when food was nearby.

“Hey, whoa, champ… You’re gonna choke.”

“But daddy, you eat like this.”

“I’m big, little guy. You’re not.”

On Sam’s end of things, Sam was getting out of bed. His daughter climbed onto his back, talking a mile a minute about how excited she was that it was Christmas and wondering if Grandma and Grandpa were going to come by later.

When she mentioned that, Sam stopped for a split second and tried to search his mind… She had to be talking about Raine’s parents.

Both of his were dead.

They got to the cordless phone in the hallway and Sam picked it up, all the while, preparing him for what version of Dean he might be getting. Dean spoke up quickly.

“Hey, yo… Sammy.. Everything okay?”

Sam hugged the little girl and told her with a smile, “Go in and sit by the tree. Don’t start opening presents yet, princess.”

“I promise, daddy. Oh, I hope one of ‘em is the unicorn I wanted! Or the chemistry set!”

Sam picked up the phone again, peering out to make sure no one could overhear. He hadn’t… Exactly been able to bring himself to tell Raine that he didn’t exactly.. Remember the last decade they’d apparently been together.

“Dean? Is that really you?”

“ Oh thank God, Sammy.. You’re good, right? Nothing wrong?”

“I mean aside from the fact that oh, apparently, I have a wife and daughter that I didn’t have last night?”

“Oh thank god. I thought it was just me.”

“Wait, you too.. Right?” Sam caught sight of a photo sitting on the console table next to the phone’s base. He picked it up, snickering.

“Your wife is familiar….” Sam trailed off and Dean muttered mostly to himself, “Well, that makes one of us because I haven’t seen her before.. I mean… that red head you mentioned on the phone last night… But I didn’t see her….”

“That’s right, she worked at the bar too. Remember? She was the feisty one, the one who twisted that drunk frat boy’s arm behind his back when he tried to grab her ass as she walked by.. I did tell you about it when you called to tell me you changed your mind on the sub…”

“Yeah, now how’d I wind up the lucky bastard married to her, because damn…” Dean cleared his throat and peered around, closing the bathroom door behind him as he stepped inside. “That still doesn’t explain any of this. Think, Sammy… Did you come in contact with anything weird? I know I didn’t.”

“I don’t think I did.. I mean.. Raine and I were talking before I took her home and we were talking about where we thought our lives might be if things worked out differently.” Sam watched Raine and their daughter as they flipped through the tv set, stopping on the Christmas Parade. The little girl’s joyous laugh had a smile tugging at Sam’s lips and he sighed.

“Oh… Oh hell.” Dean finally managed to snag one solid memory of the night before that didn’t feel false.

He was sitting in the bunker, about an hour before Sam finally made it in from his ‘mission’ down at the bar. The bottle of Jim Beam was sitting in front of him and he’d had some classic rock station playing.

He’d just been sitting there, drinking. Trying to imagine what their lives would be like if they weren’t always in danger. He couldn’t see himself ever not hunting, but maybe on a lesser extreme basis.

Only taking cases he was sought out for or something like that.

He’d just talked to Sam on the phone - Sam had been telling him about the red head he suspected was currently in the kitchen right now.

Dean rubbed the back of his head.

“What do we do?” Sam’s question broke through Dean attempting to piece together what might be going on.

Dean rubbed his chin and took a deep breath. “I’ll stumble through the whole present opening thing and then I’m comin over. We’ll try to figure out something then.”

Just as Sam hung up, he felt a gentle tug at the leg of his plaid pajama bottoms. “Daddy?”

Sam knelt down to her level. “Yeah?”

“Can we please, please please open presents now? I really wanna give you yours.”

Sam smiled and even though he was half afraid he’d wake up at any second and discover this was some kind of dream or something, he pulled her into a hug. “Yeah, let’s go, princess.”

She grabbed hold of his hand, attempting to drag him into the living room and Raine eyed him.

“Everything alright? You seemed kind of out of it earlier.”

“Huh? Yeah. It’s good, everything is good. Dean was just calling to let me know he made it back and that they were gonna come over later.”

God he hoped that in whatever version of reality this was, Dean just popping in was a normal thing, he thought to himself, otherwise, he was not going to just be able to explain it without raising any concerns.

Raine eyed him and leaned in, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand. “Your brother and Jenn and our nephew come over all the time.. What’s going on, Sam?”

“Nothing.”

Raine eyed him. He almost acted like the time he got hexxed by a witch in Vegas.. When the witch tried to make him forget he already had a wife and tried to lure him to a 24 hour wedding chapel to marry her instead. She bit her lip, opened her mouth to say something, but something in her kept quiet.

She closed her mouth and leaned against him, grabbing for a box. “Oh here. This is yours, daddy..”

Sam eyed her, then the box, biting his lip as he caught on to the special emphasis on the word Daddy.

“Well? Are you gonna open that or not?” Raine was fidgeting, heart racing a little bit. Having another kid wasn’t really something she and Sam talked about. They had both mentioned at odd and off hand times that they wanted another kid, but they never actually sat down and talked it over or planned it out.

Which worked better in Raine’s opinion. Happy accidents were better than planning and stress and frustration when things started to prevent what they wanted to happen from happening.

Sam tore open the box and as soon as he saw the EPT sitting there, he tried to pull himself together.

Parts of him were really really wishing this was real and parts of him were waiting on the other shoe to drop, waiting on demons to burst in or Chuck to show his snivelling face.

“Okay, you’re freaking me out here, Sam.” Raine was sitting next to him, taking shaky breaths as she stared at him waiting on some kind of reaction.

Sam pulled her into his lap and hugged her. “When did you find out?”

“ Earlier this week..” Raine pulled him closer and eyed him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. This is great.”

…. Maybe I can just sort of go with it.. Until something happens.. And I know it will, it always does… Just once… Sam’s mind was racing as he tried again to pick out anything tangible in his mind that might indicate what was going on or when the other shoe was going to drop.

“ Layla, why don’t you bring daddy what you got him?” Raine told their daughter. She leapt off the floor and went racing out of the room, coming back with a book that looked almost as heavy as her.

Sam chuckled. “What’s this, hmm?”

“Just look!”

Sam chuckled as he took the book, opening it to the first page. He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her close. “I love it, sweetie.”

“You’ll read it to me, right?”

“Yeah.” Sam promised as he reached for a box nearby, recognizing his own handwriting immediately. He held it out to Raine, giving his best smile because he had not one single clue what was actually inside the box.

“Sam, I told you…” Raine took the box and bit her lip as she unwrapped it carefully, bursting into laughter.

“You seriously… went and bought the matches to my purposely mismatched socks.” Raine was about to put the box away, but she caught sight of something silver in the bottom and when she pulled it out, she gasped.

“Oh.. Oh… Sam.” Raine moved to sit in his lap, cupping his jawline with her hand, pulling him into a deep kiss. “How in the hell did you get a picture of me that night?”

Sam coughed, raking his hands through his hair. He knew she was waiting for an answer but honestly, given the situation, he didn’t really have one..

“I took it earlier in the night and I kind of… I’ve kept it all this time. Then I saw that locket.”

“I helped, Mommy!”

“And she helped.” Sam added quickly, praying to fuck that Raine didn’t question it. He let out a breath when she did nothing beyond snuggle even closer to him.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it, Sam. It’s.. I… I’m gonna cry now, damn it.” Raine giggled as she wiped at her eyes.

XXX

He couldn’t get over it. Every look around the place revealed something totally new. Dean wasn’t very good at hiding it, either. Jenn eyed him as she saw him standing there, holding their first “family photo” in his hands. She made her way over, leaning against him.

“You know I told you not to get him that dirtbike, right?”

“Yeah, well…” Dean shrugged, chuckling. It was a little too easy to just go with the situation he found himself in. Every part of him really did believe that had he chosen… Had he been able to choose.

He would have definitely chosen Jenn.

His arm slid around her and he admitted quietly, “Just kept thinkin about how Dad, he… He kept saying we’d get one, but we never really got around to it.”

Jenn sighed, nodding as she stared up at her husband. “I know. It’s okay. We’ll just have to teach him how to be careful on it. I knew you were going to go back and get it.”

Even as she said it, while she watched their son sitting on the orange and black dirt bike replica, she still got this feeling that something was off with Dean today. She tucked her fingers beneath his jaw, guiding his gaze down to her own.

“Level with me, Dean.. Are you really okay? Because you’ve acted a little off since we got back last night.”

Dean took a deep breath. He was just about to tell her the truth, all of it, but when he opened his mouth to do so, it just wouldn’t come out.

The song on the radio had him kind of biting his lip and thinking real long and hard about what the song suggested, ‘Let It Be’.

Maybe until he and Sam figured things out, letting it go -and going along with it wasn’t too bad, right?

He just had to hope this didn’t come around and bite him right in the ass like so much other stuff in the past had. Jenn was eyeing him again with that look. Dean put his arms around her, hands slipping down and squeezing her ass. “I’m fine, Jenn. I mean it, okay?”

“Okay.”

Dean couldn’t help but relax a little when she seemed to believe him.

“Let’s go finish opening presents, hmm darlin?” he muttered the words against her mouth and she playfully walked her fingertips up the front of his tee shirt. “And then maybe I can open up a little somethin else, hmm?”

Dean swallowed hard, coughing a little, but he gave a wink and smirk in response. “Maybe so.”

XXX

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Raine asked the question and Sam nodded. Raine eyed him suspiciously, but she shook her head and muttered something about horomones and past close calls he’d had.

It hit him then. He knew by now that he still hunted. That Dean still hunted. So, it went without saying, he’d most likely kept hunting throughout the beginning stages of their relationship.

But did she hunt now too?

After a few seconds of watching her watch their daughter through the bay windows in the living room, he made his way over, standing behind her, his hands at her hips. He turned her around. “I’m fine, Raine.”

“ Okay.” she seemed a little more convinced. The Impala came to a stop in their driveway and Sam chuckled as he watched his daughter dart straight for it. He honestly thought it’d be Dean and his wife and their child getting out.

He swallowed hard, mouth opening and closing when his mom and dad got out instead, his dad with a pile of presents so high that the man couldn’t really see over them and as a result, was having to look around.

“Daddy! Grandpa and Grandma are here! They did come! I told you they’d make it back from Arizona!”

Sam walked to the door, leaning in it’s frame, rubbing his hand over his hair. A red Impala similar to their father’s pulled to a stop behind where John parked and then with a squeal, Sam’s daughter took off at a run for Dean’s legs.

“Oh! Uncle Dean, did you get those bad wolves? When you went huntin?” his niece was looking up at him, that same look in her eyes that Sam used to get whenever Dean told him the plot to some movie as a bedtime story when they were kids and left behind in the hotel.

Dean swallowed hard, trying to take everything in. Apparently, his parents were still alive in this alternate universe. And apparently, hunting truly was a family affair, because on the way over, he’d gotten into a conversation with his son about his last hunt.

All he could think at the moment was that at least he was doing it right. From what he gathered from Jenn and his son, he and Jenn and Sam and Raine alternated. Whoever wasn’t on the case stayed by phones and kept in touch. And kept the kids safe.

It wasn’t the way his father had done things when he took it up, not at all.

And then it really hit him.

His parents were still alive here. He had his whole family.

They finally had their entire family.

Sam made his way over, laughing when his daughter climbed up and into his arms. He leaned in and whispered to Dean, “What’s the verdict?”

“Remember the last time this happened, right?”

Sam nodded. They’d all been together in the bunker. But everything around them had been totally different.

This time, aside from their own personal lives… Nothing really had been so far. Nothing so catastrophic that they’d want to just keep poking around for answers.

“Yeah.. You don’t think?” Sam asked, staring at his brother intently. Dean eyed everyone and green eyes darted around the cul de sac his brother lived on. “No.. I mean, nothin’s obviously wrong.”

Kids across the street were outside throwing a football back and forth. Further down the street, a few older kids and one or two teenagers were heading towards the diner a few blocks away.

Everything felt okay. There wasn’t this air of something horrible waiting to happen. Despite that being the case, both Sam and Dean had their guard up. And things got even further interesting when John and Mary wandered over, talking quietly amongst themselves.

“Okay, now you both know how I feel about makin deals..” John started, with Mary nodding in agreement, glancing back and forth from son to son. Dean and Sam shared a look and shook their heads, raising their hands.

“I swear neither of us did.”

“I know neither of us did. We were just going about Christmas eve normally… Workin a case here in town.. I ran into Raine at the bar and I was actually telling Dean about his wife Jenn when we talked on the phone.” Sam was quick to say it and John rubbed his hand over the back of his head.

“They all think everything is fine. But we all know there’s somethin at play here..”

“John, it doesn’t feel off like last time.” Mary’s hand closed around her husband’s arm as she took a deep breath and watched their grandchildren running through the yard.

Dean chuckled, nodding to his son. “He’s got a pet snake.”

Sam nodded to his daughter. “She pouted a little earlier because we didn’t get her an exact ‘big girl’ chemistry set. Raine said something about her last experiment and the way it exploded on the kitchen ceiling..” and he took a deep breath. “And Raine is pregnant.”

Dean chuckled, nodding to Jenn. “We were talkin about that on the way over here. You took it okay, right?”

“Considering I literally just woke up in the middle of all this today? I hope I did. I tried to.. I just…”

The four of them muttered at the same time, “Don’t wanna leave this all behind.” as Mary hugged her sons. “ I know. I definitely know that feeling.”

“So what do we do?”

“Keep our eyes open. Let all of this ride it’s course. See what tomorrow brings.” John said it quietly and all eyes shifted to him.

“This is all I wanted, from the start. Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m gonna roll with it. Everything I’ve seen so far indicates that we’re still in the game, we’re still doin what we’ve always done. Maybe this is finally a reward for all of that.”

“Careful Dad.. you sounded kinda optimistic just then.” Dean watched the kids and called out to his son, “Hey, whoa buddy… Slow down and don’t go so close to the street.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“In the meantime, let’s just get inside. I’m freezing my tits off standing out here. And this cold can’t be good for the kids.” Mary smiled at her sons and made her way over to where her granddaughter sat on the edge of Sam’s porch, hugging herself.

“You cold, sweetie?”

“Mhm. Is everything gonna be okay?” the little girl asked, the question catching Mary off guard for a split second.

Remembering the situation, she plastered on a reassuring smile and hugged the little girl tight. “It is, sweetie. C’mon little man!” she called out to Dean’s son who ran over, grabbing hold of her hand.

“I’m starvin. Can’t wait to get inside and eat.”

Mary laughed softly.

John caught up to her, laughing as he told the kids, “So… who wants more presents, huh?”

“I do!”

“I DO!”

Sam and Dean lingered outside for a little while and Dean finally cleared his throat.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Dean?”

“Don’t do that thing you do where you overthink. I’m tryin not to myself.”

“Careful, Dean, you almost sound like you want things to stay this way…” Sam chuckled and Dean mulled it over, waving at Jenn, who came to the doorway with Raine in tow. “Will you two hurry? A Christmas Story is on and the turkey is almost done.”

“Comin darlin!”

“I’ll be right in, sweetheart.”

The brothers shared a look and took a deep breath.

“I think maybe Dad is right… I mean stoppin for gas on the way over here and there were no weird headlines…” Dean said it, Sam letting out a ragged breath as he pointed out also, “Look… We’ve both always wanted this exact thing.. So the way I see it? If it works and nothing is broken, we don’t try to fix it.”

“We just be really careful.”

“Super careful.” Sam echoed, chuckling as he saw Raine and Jenn waiting on them to come in. “I mean… we’ve always said we can’t have both.. And… we have that here. I want it, Dean.”

“So do I. Let’s just roll with it and see what happens.”

And on that note, the brothers made their way into the house just as Raine and Jenn and their mother were starting to put food out on the dining table.

And as they sat around, laughing and talking and eating, they both felt genuinely happy for once.

A true Christmas miracle, if you will…. Now, they both just had to hope that this miracle extended beyond Christmas… That somehow, this was their life.

[kookiesjhope]

Our Song I (kth)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung/Reader

Genre/au: songwriter!au, college!au, y/n has lil bit of anger issues, cutie tae, cheeky tae, songwriter!taehyung, professor!yoongi, bandmate!jin and bandmate!jungkook, roommate!jimin and roommate!jungkook, some namjin, also some sope

Tags: fluff, angst, e2l ig

Words: 3.7K

a/n: i wrote this years ago on wattpad and thought about ‘re-touching’ it in a different way and changing the characters ig haha. idk if i should continue it tho

Summary: You were a music major college student and part of an infamous local band. You were running late to a class when someone bumps into you and knocks all your stuff down. Little did you know that that encounter would change your life forever.

I look at my watch, five minutes, that's all I have. I start running up the stairs, my jacket still on, my backpack hanging from one of my shoulders. I start to regret my decision to wear combat boots today, they're heavy as hell and don't help me go any faster. When I make it to the fourth floor, I have to stop to catch my breath. Fuck, I'm so outta shape. I take a mental note to start working out more often. I glance at my watch, three minutes, damn it.

I run down the hall and turn to the right... "Watch ou-" I start to say but it's too late, he slams straight into me sending all my music sheets flying across the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-" he starts to apologize, looking up from his phone.

"You dumbass!" I yell at him as I drop my backpack to the floor and get down to gather my sheets. "I don't know why people have to text and walk at the same time."

"Look, I said I was sorry," he says as he bends down to help me. I get up and sigh. Great, now I'm really late.

"Here." He hands me two more sheets. I yank them angrily from him. I begin to organize my sheets as I start walking away.

"Miss, you might want this too!" I turn around and notice he's holding my backpack. He comes closer and I look up at his face for the first time finding a deep brown hue staring down at me. I stop for a second, feeling a shiver go down my spine as they remind me of... nevermind.

"Thanks." I try to say as kindly as possible as I grab my bag and place it on my shoulder, rolling my eyes at his stupid cheeky smile. I turn on my heels and start running down the hall, those brown eyes still fresh at the back of my mind.

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As I enter the room I see the professor sitting next to the piano looking at some music sheets. His messy black hair peeking above the papers. He puts the sheets down and looks at me as I step closer. He's wearing his usual black sweater, hiding all skin up until his fingers. He's young, much younger than any other professor I've had here. Apparently he's some sort of musical writing genius and got admitted to the Korea School of Arts when he was only 16 years old. Rumor has it, that he has already written and produced numerous songs for various famous artists. He looks as if he's just another college student and I think that's why he's so strict and serious, otherwise no one will take him seriously.

"Miss Y/L/N," he says taking a look at his watch then looking at me with his eyebrows raised, "You're late."

"I know, but I can explain." I look at him with pleading eyes. I'm already screwed, but I have to at least try.

"I've been very clear about my rules." He crosses his arms in front of his chest, I can't help but stare at his long fingers. "You should know by now that tardiness is unacceptable with me."

"But, it wasn't my fault! I was running down the hall and this guy-" "If you were running down the hall, that means you were already late." He arches one of his eyebrows.

"I was going to make it on time, I swear, but this... stupid guy... he was texting and he didn't see me and my sheets went flying everywhere and..." I act the whole thing out but he just sits there staring at me with a blank face and I sigh defeated.

"Your story is quite amusing, but rules are rules. I don't make any exceptions."

"Professor Min..."

I stare at him in silence, this is it, I'm going to lose my scholarship. I might as well say goodby to my degree right now. There's absolutely no way I can afford this on my own. I already have my share of student loans and my mom, well, she already helps me enough. I feel my eyes sting and I look up, holding back the tears. I've worked so hard for this, it's not fair. He can't do this to me.

"This is so unfair." My voice cracks. For fucks sake, do not cry in front of him.

"Life isn't fair, y/n." He grabs back the music sheets he had been reading before.

I hate him. I swear I hate him as much as I hate the guy on the hall with the haunting brown eyes.

"Yeah, believe me, I know..." I turn around and walk towards the door. What does he know about life not being fair? He's 24 and he's a college professor with a successful songwriting career and he's telling me that life isn't fair? Who the hell does he think he is?! I was raised in a shitty neighborhood by a single mother who had to work her ass off to support me, I know very well how unfair life can be.

I step out of the room and lean against the wall. I let the tears fall down as I slide down and sit on the floor. This is my third year here and I've worked so fucking hard to keep my grades up so I won't lose my scholarship. I spent long hours on this songwriting assignment and it was the midterm grade. There's no way I'll pass this class now. I have to figure something out. I refuse to give up just because some professor won't give me a chance.

I'm walking down the hall when I hear someone talking in the distance.

"No, mom, I'm alright. Everything's fine, I just miss you."

I immediately recognize the deep voice. I feel anger starting to boil inside me. I want to run up to him and punch him or kick him in the balls or something. I hear his voice getting louder as I continue walking. He's sitting on the floor, talking on the phone smiling; his long legs bent in front of him. I notice he's wearing some weird leather slip-on shoes, who the fuck wears that?! I'm in front of him, tapping my foot angrily, arms crossed, nose flaring, eyebrows arched. He slowly looks up at me and his eyes widen.

"Mom, I'll call you right back. I love you." He stands up and my eyes follow suit, craning my neck upwards. He opens his mouth, but I just shove my music sheets at him angrily.

"Thanks for nothing." He looks at me confused and I just turn around and keep walking towards the stairs. I can hear the sound of his light footsteps behind me. I walk faster.

"Hey! Wait!"

I stop at the top of the staircase and hold up my hand.

"Please stop!" I say angrily without even turning to face him. I can hear him slightly gasp, but the sound of his footsteps stop.

"Don't you want your sheets?"

I sigh and look up to the ceiling. "Keep them... I don't think I'll be needing them anymore." I walk down the stairs without looking back.

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I close the door behind me as I enter the apartment. I take off my jacket, my backpack, and leave my boots at the door. I sit on the sofa next to my roommate who's sitting there watching TV.

"Hey, how did it go?" he turns to look at me. I don't answer, instead I just stare at the TV in front of me and sigh heavily. "Damn, okay... Do you want a beer?" He offers getting up. I nod as he walks towards the kitchen.

Park Jimin is my best friend. He knows me better than anyone, probably better than my own mother. He and I grew up together and we're basically like family. When we both go accepted into college, our families helped us look for an apartment off campus so we could live together and wouldn't feel so homesick. We have another roommate whom we went to school with back home, Jeon Jungkook. Between a little help from our three families, our scholarships, student loans, and part-time jobs, we manage to pay the rent and all the other expenses. The three of us and our friend, Kim Seokjin, have a band that we started back in high school and we do small gigs every Friday at a local bar near campus. Sometimes we get an extra gig on Saturdays. We don't get paid much, but it helps.

I hear Jimin humming some tune while getting the beers, unlike me, he's always in a good mood. I place my feet up on the sofa to get comfortable.

"Two beers coming up!" Jimin comes into the living room, two beer bottles in one hand, a bag of chips, salsa on the other hand, and a big smiles plastered on his face. “Thought you might be hungry too.” He winks at me and puts the bag and the salsa jar down on the coffee table.

“Thanks babe.” He sits down beside be and I rest my legs on his lap.

“So... do you want to tell me what happened?” He says softly without looking at me. His hands slowly picking at my toes.

He listens intently as I tell him about my collision in the hall and what happened with the professor. His eyes never stop looking at my face and my every movement. Always so attentive, looking at me with those soft eyes.

“Well I don’t know, but that professor sounds like an asshole to me.” He shrugs his shoulder and takes a bite on another chip, his brows furrowed. “I mean... you weren’t even that late and it wasn’t your fault.”

“I know, but he said there’s no exceptions.” I try to imitate Professor Mins voice and Jimin starts laughing at my failed attempt so I punch him in the arm.

“Ow! That hurt.” He rubs his arm up and down. I know he’s just messing around with me so I roll my eyes at his stupidity.

“So when I came out of the class room, I ran into that dorky guy again.” I grab some chips from the bag.

“Did you punch him?” He opens his eyes wide as he takes a huge gulp from his beer. He’s always such a gossip.

“No,” I laugh. “I felt like it thought.” I admit with a smirk. “I did throw my music sheets at him and walked away.”

“You what?!” He runs a hand through his hair and looks at me. Shit, I can tell he’s mad at me. “Y/N are you insane? That’s your music. Please tell me he gave it back.” He says very seriously, that’s when I know he’s really mad at me. His soft gaze no longer in sight.

"I-" I look down avoiding his gaze and scratch the back of my neck nervously. Now I really regret what I did.

"No... He tried to give them back, didn't he?" I nod. "But you were so pissed that you didn't accept them." He's clearly annoyed. I just look at him and he knows the answer, he knows me too damn well.

"I know, Jimin, I'm an idiot. You know I don't think straight when I'm mad. Now this guy I don't even know has my music and I have no fucking grade on a midterm assignment which means I'm going to lose my scholarship." I feel the frustration building up again, tears threatening to come out any second now.

"Hey..." Jimin moves closer to me and grabs my hands. My gaze immediately goes to the touch. "Don't say that. You're not an idiot." He cups my face with his left hand and strokes my cheek with his thumb.

"I sure feel like it though." I close my eyes and sigh.

"No, you're a fighter, y/n. Don't give up this easily." He grabs my face between his hands, his soft gaze focused on mine. I nod and try to calm down, but the tears just keep coming down."Listen to me, you're going to talk to the Dean tomorrow. I'm sure they'll give you a chance." He wipes away some of my tears and lowers his head to mine. "For God's sake y/n, you're one of the best students in your department.”

He's right. I should talk to the Dean tomorrow, I'm sure he'll be on my side. Why didn't I think of that? This is why I love Jimin so much. He always knows what to do. I don't know what I would do without him...I nod and wipe away my tears. I move to sit on his lap and give him a tight hug. "You're the best, Jimin..." I kiss him on the cheek before I get up to go to my bedroom. I'm in a much better mood now.

++++

"Jimin! Come read this!" I scream from my bedroom and I hear his light footsteps get louder as he enters my room. He sits next to me, resting his head on the headboard. He takes my laptop and stares at me with his eyes wide. "Well... read it, dummy." I shove him slightly.

"Dear Miss Y/L/N, I hope this email finds you well. After some consideration, I've decided to give you a second opportunity to present your assignment. Please be at my classroom tomorrow at 10:00 AM SHARP. This will be your last chance, so please don't be late again. Regards, Prof. Min." Jimin looks at me, his eyes beaming with excitement.

"I know, I still can't believe it. I wonder what made him change his mind." I shrug.

"Maybe he's not an asshole after all? Or maybe he thought you were hot." He moves his eyebrows up and down.

"Seriously?" I arch one of my eyebrows.

"Why not? I mean, you're hot I guess." He puts his arm around my shoulder and kisses my cheek.

"I guess?" I lean away from him. He's looking at me some sort of way, I don't know how to describe it. I've never seen Jimin as more than just a friend, but the way he was looking at me made my stomach jump a little. I shake my thoughts out of my head and roll my eyes. "Go back to your room, Jimin."

++++

"Miss Y/L/N, nice to see you on time." I try not to roll my eyes at this. Professor Min is wearing his usual black attire, but his hair seems messier, almost as if he just woke up. He's not the kind of guy I would find attractive, but shit he looks really good today.

"Yeah, well, thanks for giving me this opportunity. I really, really appreciate it..."

"Well, you should probably thank Kim Taehyung, he's the one that convinced me to do this." Professor Min shyly smiles at me.

"Kim Taehyung?" Who the hell is that?

"Yeah, the guy you gave this to." He hands me some music sheets. My eyes immediately widen, they're my music sheets, mine. But how did this person know who to give my sheets to? This is all kind of odd.

"H-How-" I start to ask, but I get cut off.

"Taehyung's an old friend of mine, I helped him get an exchange. Anyway, he told me the whole story, which, of course, I had already heard from you." He points at me and I just nod. He shakes his head. "I have to say, the poor guy felt really bad for you. Then he showed me those and I just couldn't say no."

"Thanks I guess..." I slightly blush at his subtle compliment about my song. I guess this Taehyung person is not such a dumbass after all.

"Tell me, what was the inspiration for this song?" He rubs his chin.

"A friend," I say plainly.

"A friend? Interesting. Must be a very special friend then as you clearly have strong feelings for this person."

"Yeah, he's my best friend." I start to feel a little uncomfortable. I don't like talking about my personal life, especially with a professor.

"Fair enough." He starts scanning my music sheets again. "You seem to be very passionate when you play, and that's good, but you must be very careful with that. You don't want to rewrite your song each time you play it." I nod. "Overall it's a good song. Now, the lyrics on the other hand..." He gestures with his hand as if to say they were so-so. "They're not too bad, but I know you could do a lot better." He looks at me and offers a sweet smile, I smile back. "I'll be posting the grades on Monday." He gets up and opens the door for me to walk out."Oh, and another thing." I turn around to face him. "Never lose that passion." He smiles at me.

"I won't." I smile back.

++++

“Ok, guys, let’s do this shit!” We break free from our group hug and walk towards the stage. We are playing a gig tonight and the place is packed with students celebrating that midterms are over. I’m a little bit nervous to have such a big crowd.

We get on stage. Jimin, Seokjin and I plug in our instruments while Jungkook warms up with the drums. I turn around to face the crowd. I see a lot of new faces mixed within the regular crowd. I know this is going to be fucking awesome.

We play our usual set and when I’m doing a piano solo I notice a tall figure standing close to the stage. I look at him and find his haunting brown eyes staring straight at me. I quickly look away but I can feel his intense stare still fixed on me. I can feel my heart start beating faster. Those eyes give me the chills.

When the song is over, the boys are already on the stage. Jimin hands me a beer and furrows his brow.

“You alright?” He pulls the strap of his guitar over his head.

I gulp down half of the beer while I nod. I grab my guitar and Jimin just stares down at me, worried as I gulped down the other half of the beer.

“I’m fine, JImin...”

We play for the next half hour. I try to avoid looking at him, but he’s there every time I look at the audience. Not only is he tall enough to stand out, the clothes he’s wearing make him stand out even more. He even smiles at me a few times. I can’t bring myself to smile back; I’m too disturbed by his damn eyes.

Once we were done, we all head for the bar. Jimin tries to get the bartender’s attention while Jungkook goes to grab a table for us. Seokjin goes directly to his boyfriend and I’m left standing alone waiting for Jimin. I feel someone tap my shoulder, so I turn around.

“Hi.” He gives me a big boxy smile.

“Hey.“ I force myself to smile back. I try not to look him in the eyes, which is not that difficult because he’s probably like 7 inches taller than me. Instead I focus on his chest, which grabs my attention. His shirt is unbuttoned almost half way and I can see his chiseled chest, his necklace mixing perfectly with his lightly tanned skin. My mouth waters a bit, but I stop my thoughts as I finally look up at him, those dark brown eyes slightly more beautiful than last time I looked at him.

“Sorry about yesterday. I talked to Yoongi and-”

“You don’t need to apologize... Thanks, by the way, that was really nice of you. I’m the one who should be apologizing for being a bitch about it.” I quickly say and he smiles again. Damn it, he smiles a lot.

“You’re welcome...” He looks like he’s going to say something else, but he’s interrupted.

“Finally! I got the alcohol, y/n!” Jimin screams. He’s holding a bucket full of beers. He looks down at me then at Taehyung, and then looks at me again arching one of his eyebrows.

“I’m Kim Taehyung.” He extends his hand politely.

“I’m Park Jimin, nice to meet you.” Jimin shakes Taehyung’s hand, he then puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer to him. “Hey, thanks for helping y/n out with that ass-” I nudge him on the ribs, “...assignment.” Jimin looks at me and mouths ‘What?’ and I just roll my eyes.

“No problem.” Taehyung laughs. “Your band is awesome by the way.” He smiles, again. “Do you only do covers?” He looks at me now.

“Yeah... We’re a cover band,” I say dryly and look down at my feet.

There’s a slight awkward pause until Jimin giggles. “Hey man, you’re welcome to join us for some beers. We’re sitting right over there.” Jimin points to the table where Seokjin and his boyfriend, Namjoon, are sitting. I look at Jimin and open my eyes wide. What the hell is he doing? I swear I’m going to kill him.

“It’s okay. I’m with some friends, but thanks anyway.” I let out and internal sigh of relief. Taehyung looks at me with a smirk on his face. He steps closer to me, placing his hand on my lower back. I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he closes in on me. “Nice to see you again, y/n.” He whispers on my ear and pulls away. I have never felt this kind of adrenaline. I just nod and he walks away.

Jimin looks at me with eyes wide as we sit down on the table. “What?! He looks nice and he’s got a cool smile.” Jimin imitates Taehyung’s smile, his eyes disappearing. I roll my eyes at him and grab a beer.

“Well, I don’t like him.” Jimin looks at me furrowing his brow.

“I don’t know.” I shrug my shoulders. As I think about it, the only thing that slightly creeps me out about Taehyung are his eyes. “I just don’t.” I look across the tabke just to find the familiar pair of brown eyes staring back at me from a table nearby. He’s sitting with Prof. Min, a very happy skinny guy with extremely black hair, and a girl. I quickly look away and focus on Jungkook who’s saying something about our number of followers on twitter, but Taehyung’s brown gaze keeps haunting me from a distance.

[juki-ronin]

...oh...wow, you guys I just noticed this.

I just...wow.

About a year ago I started this blog with the intent of practicing writing for a story featuring Clark as the main character.  During this time, I learned a lot of things:

I learned how to trim fluff writing for my posts.

I learned that talking to your RP partners shouldn’t be something you’re afraid to do mid-RP.

I learned that I shouldn’t be so conscious about posting my face for Mundays (which I swear I’ll try posting more often for).

I learned that posting Musings is actually a very good way to get the creative juices flowing.

I learned that it’s OK to be bummed when I hit a dry spell of activity, and that no lack of activity lasts forever.

Most of all though, I learned that...you guys are really amazing.

I know that probably 10% of the blogs that follow me are dormant, and I know that 500 of my posts aren’t dedicated to strict RPs, but...idk guys I just feel grateful to have made an impact here.

A long time ago on Tumblr I tried making an ask blog with a similar premise and it bombed.  It didn’t help that I was a huge dork at the time, with NO idea on how to socialize since, most of my socializing online was with very close friends and I didn’t know how to dial it back for people I was just meeting (needless to say I was socially clueless).

But now I feel like I’ve grown as a person, at least a little, and the fact that...well idk how else to put it, the fact that you cared enough to follow me and interact with me...

I’m really grateful.

I don’t plan on stopping this blog anytime soon, nor do I feel like I have a reason to.  Even when I finish Clark’s story I’ve enjoyed this blog too much to let it go.

I’m really sorry if this sounds super sappy, right now I’m in a “do or die” scenario this semester at college (TLDR, vague instructions, grades are up in the air, if I don’t pass my grandma flies to see me graduate nothing, big mood amirite?), and this news put me in such a good mood.  In fact, I’m shouting out to all the mutuals I’ve RP’d with so far, because you guys deserve it:

@stinging-redemptixn-deactivated - I REALLY wish I knew what your main blog was cuz no lie you really helped me out confidence wise when it came to public RPing, even if we only planned an RP, I really look forward to when you have the time so we can get it off the ground, you’re an awesome person and I hope everything’s A-OK in your life right now!

@spears-specials/ @i-always-watch - Dude, plotting out Clark and Takuma’s first encounter (hopefully the first of more to come lol) was insanely fun.  I really appreciated how much you liked my ideas and how fun it was chatting with you, we need to talk more man! lol

@moonlightsn / @omgderpington - I legitimately love how much care you put into your muse’s backstory, and hearing about stuff you like (Like F13) is really engaging!  I really do appreciate the time we RP’d together and hope we can continue whenever you’re free.

@master-glass - I know you’re AFK from tumblr rn but dude you’re the fuckin’ best, I love having you as a friend in general.

@bubblemom - Sweet, fun, creative as hell, idk what to say you’re legit one of the nicest people I’ve seen on tumblr and you don’t deserve bad days.  IDK if Clark and Caesar will ever interact again but regardless It’s just a huge pleasure knowing you just, for real, thanks a lot. =D

@stillwouldhavesavedyou - Your Bruce is SERIOUSLY one of my favorites of all time man.  And hey as a person you’re really cool, you’re easy to talk to and fun to plot out stuff with.  I appreciate you taking a random guy during an Open Starter and running with it, you actually inspired some big ideas I had for Clark, seriously man, thank you!

@darkestxsidexofxthexmoon - We didn’t RP much, but for real, I loved the concept of your muse and his stand, and did enjoy what we did RP.  IDK what else to say you seem like a real cool person. =)

@on-crimson-wings - You had me hooked at “Raven’s Bizarre Hiking Adventures”. XD  Made even better that Raven herself is an amazing character, and I really enjoy her and Clark’s interactions with each other!  And hey, takes an amazing person to write an amazing character, I need to answer more of your memes I feel baaad.  Just, thanks for existing (oh and for Finnigan haha).

@moonlitocs - OK so technically we haven’t RP’d yet but it wouldn’t feel right NOT mentioning you here.  I appreciate how smooth plotting went for our characters meeting, you have a lot of great ideas!  And honestly, it meant a lot that you wanted to RP with me, considering how small this blog was compared to most JJBA blogs at the time.

@askpredator / @purplepimpryda (IDK why it’s not mentioning you apologies, tumblr is dumb sometimes) - Shadow is an GREAT muse, and the I really like not only the interactions he and Clark had, but your writing style in general when describing his side of the RP.  You inspired me to be more flexible when it came to how he crossed over with other muses, and inspired me to watch a legitimately good action/thriller film lol  While Shadow’s on indefinite hiatus, I wish you the best in life and your other blog w/ your other muse. =D

@pressurecooked - I legit love Mio as a character and was so endeared by her most recent post.  She’s someone I’m so excited to learn more about, and I feel bad cuz I wanna interact with your muse memes but her and Clark barely said a word to each other directly so it’s up in the air what their relationship is like ugh idk I just really like where this RP is headed and excited to see where it DOES lead.

@foxglcved - You are a cool person.  While Clark and Hikari really haven’t had any substantial interactions, you’re just a real friendly and legit nice person that I feel honored you followed me considering how well-written your muse is.  Seriously, super-creative, super entertaining, I look forward to RPing with you in the future.  Seriously you’re super cool.

Honestly I just really just appreciate the time you’ve given me and appreciate how far I’ve come as not just an RPer but as a writer.  Writing is my passion in life and I’m only able to practice my craft thanks to people like you.  Again maybe i’m just in a very sappy mood but, for what it’s worth.

Thank you guys, I couldn’t ask for better mutuals.

[yuriyuu]

2017 fic writing round up

Found this survey on dreamwidth and I wanted to fill it out. :3 It’s basically my thoughts on the fics I’ve written throughout 2017. It’s long so I post it under a cut. <3 Please feel free to fill it out if you’re interested! I’d love to hear your own thoughts! Blank survey can be found here

Total year-long word count: Ummm probably around 40k. I don’t write many long things. That’s only counting finished fics tho. Idk how many words i’ve got of WIP haha. 

Word count by fandom: Dude it’s all Yuri on ice lol. everything is Yuri on Ice.  Fics completed: Probably about...18-20 I wanna say? 13 or 14 of them are on AO3, and then the rest are posted on my tumblr.

Works-in-progress: We do not talk about that lol. I’ve got too many.

This year I wrote and posted: a lot more than I thought I would.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? A lot more. I’ve always enjoyed writing but I always struggled to post what I wrote because I wasn’t very confident. I always felt like my ideas were dumb and overused, so I never wrote fic for my old fandom which was much larger bc someone probably already did my similar ideas but 10000x better. When I got into Yuri on Ice, all of my ships were rare so I had no choice but to write and post my own. 

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? Milabek!! 

What's your own favorite story of the year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you happiest? Hmmmmm idk. To be honest, all of my fics make me very happy. Not because they are good, bc they aren’t really, they’re just self-indulgent shit I write to make myself feel better, but each of my fics comes from a very personal place. Writing is how I cope with events in my life, esp past trauma, and writing the kinds of fic I write is just a very soothing process for me? Idk, it’s weird lol. 

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? My biggest risk was actually writing and posting stuff. I’m so happy people seem to enjoy my stuff, esp because I don’t have any confidence in it.

Your best story of this year: uhhh idk. 

Your most popular story of this year: Sharks! It’s a yuriyuu story where Yuri is transgender and comes out to Yuuri, although it didn’t go as planned. (Don’t worry, it’s a happy ending and there’s no transphobia in it!)

Story of yours most under-appreciated by the universe, in your opinion: Pretty Boy. It’s a vikturio story which also features trans Yuri. Basically Yuri misses wearing girly things, like skirts and lingerie and lipstick, but he gave up those things so people would take him seriously as a guy. But like, Viktor doesn’t want to see Yuri deprive himself of things that make him happy for the sake of social expectation, so he introduces Yuri to the concept of crossdressing lol. I mean I can understand why it’s not very popular, considering trans male crossdressing is a huuuuuge taboo and a no-no for most ppl, but it’s a topic I hold very dear to my heart for personal reasons and I wish more people would give it a chance lol. In case anyone has sex triggers tho, there’s 2 scenes with extremely mild non-explicit sex. Like you can tell they had sex but I wrote none of it lol. It’s very fade to black. I have a severe sex trigger so I’m warning in case anyone else is sensitive to sex. 

Most fun story to write: Birds of Paradise! Definitely Birds of Paradise hands down. It’s a silly little story where Georgi finds out Yuri has a massive crush on Yuuri and gives him shitty unsolicited love advice. 

Story with the single sexiest moment: Definitely the bloodplay scenes in Red. That is all I will say about that lol. Though I also found the scenes in Pretty Boy where Viktor makes Yuri stand in the corner so he can admire how pretty and gorgeous he looks to be really sexy. Yeah uh, i’ll just see myself out lol. 

Most "Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: I don’t consider it wrong because it was consensual kink that people actually engage in, but for people who are unfamiliar with sadomasochism, I think Red might get this reaction from people. It’s a sadomasochistic knifeplay yuriyuu fic I wrote which also features bloodplay. I also pretty much only write fluff or hurt/comfort, so I guess me writing a sexless hardcore kink fic is a bit shocking lol. The aftercare scenes are extremely fluffy tho! :D

Story that shifted your own perceptions of the characters: Hard to say since I usually don’t write a fic unless i’m deep into that particular headcanon lol. I guess Birds of Paradise because I didn’t realize how much I loved Georgi being a supportive idiot until I actually wrote it lol. 

Hardest story to write: Not one I’ve published. Hardest story i’ve starting writing is this very personal fic that is very similar to the trauma I went through in my childhood. I don’t know if i’ll ever finish it, I doubt I’ll ever publish it, but I feel it’s a story I need to write. I don’t even want to say which ship it is because even that feels like revealing too much.

Biggest disappointment: Nothing really. I post my fic with zero expectations that anyone will read or enjoy it lol. 

Biggest surprise: Sharks got translated into Portuguese!!! 

Most unintentionally telling story: I’m sorry I don’t understand this question lol. 

Favorite opening line(s): “Sometimes for Yuri, life is loud. Sometimes it’s nothing more than a cacophony of dirty memories etched into his skin, violent thoughts on infinite repeat, adrenaline that turns into outward aggression at every person, intentions be damned. Sometimes, most of the time, that’s all he feels life is.” (from Reprieve) 

Favorite closing line(s): Listen, I went through all of my fics on AO3 searching for my fave closing line and my fave closing line is also from Reprieve lol. “Safety is not a luxury Yuri could afford. Safety is conditional, safety is a reward. Perform well enough and you can escape the looming danger for a little bit. But in Yuuri, Yuri finds reprieve. And for that, he’s thankful.”

Favorite 5 line(s) from anywhere:

  “Is this...guilt tea because you feel guilty?” (from Guilty), 

“Grab a spoon and help me finish the ice cream before it turns into soup. I don’t care what anyone says, it’s good and healthy to eat your feelings worth in ice cream.” (from Heroes) 

 “Perhaps maybe, home is less of a physical place and more of a slow culmination of warm, fond feelings.” (from unfinished vikturio wip) 

“Really, Viktor doesn’t know anything about him either. I saw the bruise on your shoulder. But somehow, he already knows too much.” (also from the same vikturio wip), “ 

 “You're a masochist, you like pain. Pretend this is a scene or something.” (From Red. And yes I know that quote makes no sense out of context, but the context is that Yuuri is cleaning Yuri’s wounds from their scene and Yuri is bitching that the anti-septic stings lol)

Top 5 scenes from anywhere you would choose to have illustrated:

Yuuri bathing and bandaging Yuri in Red

The knifeplay scenes also from Red lol.

Yuri and Viktor sharing pocky together during Kiss and Steal

a scene from my dark forbidden fic i’m still too embarrassed to finish writing or even post LOL. 

The scene from Slowly where Yuri and Yuuri fall asleep on the couch together by mistake, so Viktor just comes over and cuddles with the both of them while they’re sleeping. (It’s a viktuurio fic, so if you like viktuurio and getting together fics, please check it out! <3)

Fic-writing goals for next year: Just to keep writing more fic. :D Maybe work on my self-esteem a little bit heheh...