#WOAH DID YOU KNOW IF YOU HIGHLIGHT A WORD AND PRESS THE ' KEY IT PUTS IT AT EITHER END???? sorry. very exciting moment for me.

[krikeymate]

Hope you’re going well!

(Im sending these as cute little happy things but let me know if im just creating more work for you to do!)

More hcs! (This is kind of a mix of all au’s)

Tara loves any type of sweets!

Sam is so athletic so she loves jogging and maybe hikes! She likes to take tara with her even though she knows it will probably end up with her carrying tara before they even reach the halfway point!

All of the core 4 play very rough with werewolf sam! I can see all of them trying the tackle the huge wolf!

Tara likes to take small walks outside and she always brings back flowers for sam! (they are actually weeds but sam doesn’t have the heart to tell her sister the truth 😭)

Mindy and chad were definitely intimated by sam in her wolf form at first.. they would bring her sticks and toys as peace offerings

I feel like sometimes Mindy would tell tara how hot her sister is just to piss her off (this one might not be right)

I saw your one post about how tara didn’t know how to swim… imagine tara still being timid being in deep waters after they teach her so the core 4 lets her sit on their shoulders so she can still have fun with them without being scared!

Little tara would glare and get mad when anyone got close to sam.. sam was with her all the time and tara would get jealous when someone else talked to her!

I LOVE YOUUU

These are wonderful and I'm happy to receive them!!!

Sam and Tara having a sweet tooth was genuinely one of the hardest things I had to talk about in Foster AU because I cannot relate at all lol. I feel like, given I've given Tara a chewing problem, she definitely likes hard-boiled sweets, lollipops, and fudge. Sam strikes me as a dark chocolate kinda person.

I'm loving the thought of Sam taking up things like hiking and rock climbing. Tara tries to go with her when she can, because she knows how happy the activities make Sam and she wants to be enthusiastic about the things Sam enjoys (and also because the idea of Sam going out alone to do potentially dangerous activities scares her)... but oh god it's the worst. She does her best, she throws herself at it with enthusiasm and grit, but she just cannot keep up. Some people would just tell her to stay home, to stop being a burden. Sam enjoys every moment of watching her sister force herself through it and carrying her the rest of the way. (She loves that she tries, how she keeps trying, just for her).

Little Tara absolutely brings back all the 'flowers' she can find for her sister whenever she goes out, because they're super pretty and she loves them! Sam never tells her they're weeds, but her mother does once when she sees her handing them to Sam. "They're ugly weeds girl, not flowers. Stop bringing trash into my home," she says. "Weeds are flowers too!" Sam spits back. "And they're my favourite," she promises Tara. They keep a vase of dandelions in their kitchen as adults.

In the same way that Tara is Sam's, Sam is Tara's. She does not share her sister. It's like being scowled at like a puppy, adorable and in no way threatening. She'll attach herself to Sam's leg and peer around her to glare at the other person taking Sam's attention away from her.

Werewolf Sam is prime wrestling real estate. She's so gentle with them, but she demands they wear thick clothes just in case when wrestling so she doesn't nip them too hard. The very idea of Chad holding out a stick to Sam as a peace offering is so fucking funny. He would be so serious about it, and Tara would be like "what the fuck are you doing... that's so racist, Chad, god!"

Tara reluctantly learns to swim, but she still hates the water. (Chad suggests armbands, and she pushes him under the water for that.) They'll all stay in the shallow water with Tara so she feels comfortable and can still enjoy it with them.

Mindy is a little shit so she absolutely flirts with Sam - who is oblivious - and raves about her to Tara. Who has to hear about her arms and her legs and her as- "oh my god Mindy please stop." Mindy does not stop. Chad begins to join in and she seriously reconsiders their relationship. She's mad she can't whine about their behaviour to Sam, because she does not want to start that conversation. She rats on them to their mom once, and is horrified to learn where they get it from when Martha goes on a 45-minute talk about beautiful women.

She hangs up the phone, and turns to Sam who has been giving her weird looks for the past 10 minutes. "Who was that?" she asks, confused, because Tara hates phone calls, and she was on it for ages. "Martha," Tara responds, a little dazed.

"What- uh, what were you talking about?" Sam's dreading the answer, because surely it's about her relationship with Chad. If it was marriage talk, Sam's going to start throwing fists. Tara is far too young for that sort of thing. Oh god, what if it's baby talk?!

"Women."

"Women?"

"Women."

[soniaxdixon]

The New World; Series, Pt 3

okay, two parts in one day but I really just felt like writing. enjoy this part!! 

Okay so this is my first time writing a fic and obviously will be my first series but I’ve just rewatched TWD for like the 17th time and my obsession with Daryl has reached new levels. I hope that it isn’t too shit and that you guys actually read/like it. Thank you in advance for baring with my average writing but I mean, how else will I learn? Anyway, enjoy!

Sonia x

Season 1

Part 3 of ??

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger hot headed sister. When Rick gets shot and falls into a coma, Y/N’s world ends. Y/N Finds herself at a quarry near Atlanta with her nephew carl, sister in law Lori and her best friend Glenn where she meets her new family including the equally hot headed redneck Daryl Dixon. Over time Y/N and Daryl begin to form a friendship, finally allowing one another to open up to someone and maybe finding someone they can actually love.

Words: 1790

Okay, I couldn’t hold out much longer with the whole slow burn thing, something happens in this fic...

Warnings: swearing, a little angst, slight mention of gore.

With your brother, Daryl, Glenn and T-Dogg gone you found yourself struggling to think about anything else other then something happening to them. What if they got surrounded by walkers, what if merle flips and does something to them. Constant ‘what if’ questions rolled through your head as you paced in your tent.

“Y/N!” You heard dale holler

“Hey Dale, what’s up?”

“You’ve been in your tent since they left, wanted to get you out here with the rest of the group, make sure you’re okay.” He said with sincerity.

“Thanks, Dale, I’m all good, don’t you worry. Got any jobs for me to do? I’d like to keep my mind busy.”

“Not really any jobs to do but you’re more than welcome to relax in the RV, I’ve got a couple of old books in there, maybe that’ll put your mind at ease.”

You nodded gratefully and made your way inside the RV, shuffling through Dale’s book collection until you settled on one, reading in the bed until the words began to sling together and you fell into a deep sleep.

You were woken up a while later by Carl gently shaking you. You jolted awake and grabbed your knife when you realised you had fallen asleep for god knows how long.

“Woah! I’m just here to let you know dinners ready.”

You scooted off the bed, stepped out of the RV and walked over to the group sitting around a fire, fresh grilled fish already on a plate for you. You sat next to Lori and nudged her. “I missed dinner prep? How long was I asleep, I should have helped.”

“You must have needed the rest, it was best to let you sleep.”

You nodded as you shoved a giant fork full of fish into your mouth while your stomach growled.

This night was like any other, sitting around with your family, chatting like nothing was wrong in the world, though you found yourself subconsciously searching for the archer who would usually sit across from you, constantly sneaking glances at each other. Your heart rate sped up at the thought of him and then the reality that he wasn’t there set in again, as did the worry. You were pulled from your thoughts by Andrea’s voice.

“Where are you going?”

“I gotta pee, geez, try to be discrete around here” Amy responded earning a laugh from the group.

You went to take another bite of your fish when Amy’s scream filled the air. You threw the plate and reached for your gun as you watched Amy being ripped into, Andrea already running towards her with Jim. Walkers started hastily shuffling out of the trees towards your family as you and the others sprung into action.

“Lori, Carl, you get behind me now!” You yelled over the gunfire shoving your nephew out of dangers way and putting yourself in the middle of it. You aimed at the nearest walker and BANG, it fell, a bullet between its eyes.

You noticed another hobbling towards carol, BANG, another down.

You continued to pace backwards until it was safe to send Lori and Carl into the RV. A walker lunged at you, BANG, now it was at your feet. You turned for a second when you heard Lori scream as Shane shot a biter that was close to her.

As you turned around another one lunged at you as you brought your gun up,

Click.

Your stomach knotted at the sound, you were out of bullets. You pushed against the walker with all your force as its teeth gnashed at your face. You could feel your arms weakening as its teeth got closer to your face, your feet began sliding in the dirt. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull one hand away to get your knife, this one was too big, the slightest move now and you would be gone.

BANG

The walker collapsed on top of you, knocking the air out of you as you went down. Suddenly the body was tossed away and a hand was outstretched. You realised who it was, grabbed his hand and he hoisted you up off the ground.

“Thanks, Daryl.”

He nodded and then proceeded to take out the walkers that just kept coming. You noticed how he shielded your body with his own as the dead got closer until finally, there were none left.

When everything was clear, he stormed off towards his tent without saying a word to you.

You found rick and threw your arms around him

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He mumbled into your hair

“For what?”

“For protecting Carl and Lori.”

“It’s what I do.” You chuckled slightly as you let go of him, your eyes flicking over to Daryl’s tent.

You built up some courage and started trekking towards his tent, stopping suddenly at the entrance and struggling to think of what to say. Before you had the chance to say anything he broke the silence.“Leave me alone.”

You stood there for a second before you shook your head and began unzipping the door to the tent and stepping inside. He stood up from his bed and loomed over you.  “Stupid girl, didn’t you hear what I said? Leave me the fuck alone!”

At this point he was yelling in your face but you stood your ground, getting angrier until you looked up into his eyes, you could see how red they were, he’d been crying, your anger slowly faded.  “I don’t need your fucking pity, get lost.”

He turned, expecting you to leave but instead, without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around his middle and he stiffened at the sudden contact, staring at his bed in front of him, then looking down at your arms that linked around his waist, holding him tight, grounding him. You felt his breath become shaky as he let himself cry which only made you hold him tighter.

When his breathing began to slow, you gently unlinked your arms and he turned to face you, tears staining his cheeks.

“I’m not here to offer you pity, I came to say thank you for saving me. I came to see if you were okay.”

He just stared at you for a second before you carefully reached up and wiped a single tear that was rolling down his cheek, then slowly, you snaked your hands around his neck and brought him into another hug. This time he didn’t flinch, he melted into you, placing his head in the crook of your neck while he let himself calm down.

“M’ sorry I snapped.” He whispered into your neck.

You pulled back and looked into his eyes, the blue being highlighted by his unshed tears.

“You don’t have to apologise, I get it.”

He nodded as his hands found your waist and he pulled you into another hug. This man had never been shown proper affection, he had never shown it to anyone but he so desperately craved it and you understood that, you finally gave him the affection he needed, that he deserved. You stayed like that for a minute before you pulled away, grabbing his hand and leading him over to his makeshift bed, a cot in the corner of his tent with his sleeping bag on top. You sat with him on the end of the bed and finally built up the bravery to ask.

“Daryl, what happened out there?”

He looked at you and struggled to form the words, tears threatened to fall from his eyes again until you reached for his hand and took it in yours.

“He wasn’t there, he ain’t dead but he was gone. Cut off his own damn hand, cauterised it. Tough son of a bitch. We went to look for ‘im but then this kid showed up and started yellin’, some guys took Glenn and we got into this whole thing, thought they might’ve had Merle too y’know. They didn’t. By the time we sorted everything out our damn truck was missin’ so we had to walk back. Thats when we heard the gun shots. Y/N I ran, I ran so fast and ya wanna know why? Because I thought I was gonna lose ya. I couldn’t lose ya too. I don’t know what it is but something inside me goes crazy whenever you’re around. I ain’t good at this type a thing, I don’t know how to explain it but it’s like I need to protect ya and I don’t know why. We’ve hardly talked but when we do it’s like my chest is on fire.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him, you hung onto every word for dear life, like he was reading your mind, like he was reading your emotions. Before you knew it you were pulling his face towards yours, pressing your lips against his, fitting together like a puzzle, like he was the one piece you have been missing your whole life. You slowly pulled away and looked at him, his eyes still closed from the kiss, a small smile gracing his lips, causing you to break out in a smile too.

“Daryl.” His name had never sounded so sweet, he opened his eyes looking deeply into yours as his cheeks flushed red. “That’s exactly how I feel.”

You spoke for a while, exchanging stories of the past. For a man who was so reserved, he seemed to open up to you like you were the only one who held the key to his stories. He told you about Merle, about his mother. He told you about his father, the things he used to do to merle, to him. You didn’t push him, you didn’t ask to see the scars, you simply listened and that was all he needed. The noise of everyone outside had finally quietened and that was your cue that it was time to retreat back to your tent.

“I’m gonna head back to my tent, I’ll see you in the morning.”

He wanted to ask you to stay, he needed you to stay. He felt like that was the only way he could sleep but he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

You wanted to stay, fall asleep on his chest like the many nights you had dreamt of, but you didn’t want to push what had happened. You slipped out of his tent, zipping it closed and walking over to your own. You couldn’t help fight the smile that crept on your face.

Neither you nor Daryl got much sleep that night, replaying the moments that happened, longing for each other in a way like never before.

[allylotti]

SIPPING JUICE — CHAPTER ONE

warnings: this story includes mature content such as substances, sex, suicide, and more that might not be suitable for people of the ages 16 and under.

( chapter one, 2253 words ! )

I TURNED AROUND AND THERE HE WAS... the boy that was always there for me and me for him. I smiled at him, running into his arms. I held him tightly, like I would never see him again. I sighed, letting free from my grasp

"I missed you so much Jarad-" I started to tear up a bit.

It had been almost three months since I had seen him, because for the first summer ever my dad decided that it was a good idea that I went with him for the summer. My mother agreed with him saying that it was good for me to spend time with my father. I begged her to not make me go, but she denied my request, so instead of using three months of my time being with my friend, they went to waste on my excuse of a father.

"Hey, look at me y/n, it's okay, I'm here." He smiled softly cupping my cheeks. "now don't cry ma' let's get you home, we can make up for lost time later." I nodded softly at what he said. He took my hand into his as we walked down the streets of Chicago that we called home. We walked in a comfortable silence the whole way to his place.

He smiled at me, flashing a pair of bronze keys at me.

I laughed a bit, "Huh, so your mommy finally thought you were grown enough for your own pair?" I teased him, he just rolled his eyes in response.

"Actually y/n, I made the copy myself from the spare so, ha, no my mother didn't give them to me" he remarked.

"Aww he's such a grown up!" I pouted. "I want baby Jarad back, have you seen him? You know the one with the baby face, and short, non dyed dreads?" I crossed my arms in a joking manner.

"Y/n, you act like a child-" he said, opening the door.

"It's because I want yours!" He looked at me seriously, and I said "I'm joking!"

As I walked into the small apartment, I noticed that there was something different, I don't know if it was a vibe or something physical that had changed, it didn't feel right with me.

"Jarad, did you guys change anything in here since I left?" He shook his head as a response. I assumed they just had a friend over or something and shook off the feeling that I had gotten, somewhat like an evil presence had been here.

"You still playing GTA Jarad?" I asked sitting down on his couch. "Uh yeah... I had to choose who the fuck I wanted to kill, Franklin, Michael, or Trevor."

"Please tell me you picked Trevor-" I said whilst picking up a controller for the PlayStation.

"Funny thing is I did" he laughed.

"How'd you kill him?"

"Fire"

"Oof- that shit must have sucked to die in" I laughed.

"Yeah, right. Well I'll be back, I'm going to take a shower" after that he walked upstairs, leaving me alone downstairs.

( a few minutes later ! )

There was a loud knock on the door, just as I had gotten shot in the head,

"Son of a bitch!" I grunted.

I walked towards the door opening it, revealing a short girl with dark hair and pink highlights. I felt that same vibe as I did earlier but I ignored it. A little annoying by her presence I asked

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" She replied with my question.

"Um... I'm Jarad's best friend, y/n, who are you?" She looked at me in disgust as those five first words came out of my mouth.

"Oh, I'm Alexia, Alexia Smith, nice to meet you y/n" she smiled fakely, I feeling petty today returned it.

"Is there anything I can get you, Alexia?" I questioned.

"Uh yeah, is Jarad home?" She asked looking down at her shoes.

"Um, no I'm sorry he isn't here right now, I'll let him know that you wanted him, bye, bye" I said shutting the door on her face. I sighed, pressing my back against the door, allowing myself to fall to the ground.

"Who was that?" I heard a voice in front of me asked.

Annoyed that he didn't tell me he had a new girlfriend I said "who is Alexia Smith?"

"Oh, I see, you've met her, Alexia is a friend I met at the park."

"Just a friend?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Promise Y/n, I'd never lie to you"

"Okay, but I want you to sing for me, and in exchange I'll make you and ma' dinner, deal?"

He scratched his neck and looked down as if he were putting much into my question.

"Okay, Deal" he smiled.

"Oh, and you'll have to sing for me" I giggled. He smiled and tackled me onto the couch, we burst out in laughter.

"Oh god I've missed this" I smiled sadly, he sighed "me too, damn, it's only been three months without each other and it feel like it was an eternity, if we ever get like- supper mad at eachother and shit, and we like won't say sorry because of our pride- I don't know how I would do it, y/n, being without you is- worse than I thought" he chuckled.

"We won't- friends forever, remember? Always and forever" I sat up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Now you have to sing for meee!" I yelled.

"Okay, well so- I haven't told you this but...I've been working on some songs-"

"-And you didn't call me- nuh uh baby, show me them songs" I interrupted him.

"...sorry?" He asked in a way. I gave him a straight face and shook my head.

"Here look, I typed up the lyrics in my phone, but I don't know what to call it! I wanna do Autograph but I also want to do On my line" he pouted handing me the phone.

"Let me see, do you have this recorded Jare?" I asked, reading the lyrics.

He nodded in response, "I love it, and you know what you can call it, Autograph (On my line) it fits," I smiled, "now, the best part... sing it for me, please!"

"Fine" he cleared his throat, getting ready to sing for me.

"I hope I'm the only girl you sing to" I joked.

"You know I wouldn't do that shit with any other girl" he laughed.

"Why you mad,Why you mad, Why you mad, Why you mad?

That's all I wanna know! You're lookin' like a joke, try humour at the most. Steady chokin' on your shade like a dick in your throat,

Well if you're gonna throw shade my way, Maybe you should throw with a little more aim. It's a cold day in hell, when they dirty up your name.

They don't got no business talkin' in the first place i'm freezin'.

All these fuck bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and I know some bitches that are down to ride.

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight!

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right?"

I was surprised at how much he had improved in the last three months, he was always good but now he would just be top on the charts if he put his music on YouTube and whatnot.

"You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask, woah

But you lookin like an asshole, Up on twitter and you lookin mad woke, talkin bout me! But you lookin bad woah, Like the ugly daughter that I never had woah, and what's up with these lames, Got my name in they mouth like they swallowin my Children, I never got why bitches hate, its probably Cuz im doin better than em anyway, Its probably cuz i get they bitches wetter anyway, it's Probably cuz im livin and they're in a lower place, They walkin in the slums while im vibin outter space.

Crash land just to take they girl on a dinner. Date, when haters see me winnin they just hyperventilate. They always try to stop me but i never hesitate,

Just follow all your dreams and when you reach them, Celebrate, that's the only way to truly make a hater suffocate.

All these fuck bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and I know some bitches that are down to ride

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right? You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask woah

Why you mad that's all I wanna know, Your lookin like a joke try humor at the most

Steady chokin on your shade like a dick in your Throat, well if you're gonna throw shade my way.

Maybe you should throw with a little more aim, It's a cold day in hell when they dirty up your name. They don't got no business talkin in the first Place i'm freezin, but these haters not breathin.

Stevie wonder to these haters no seein, And I don't believe it they hate me hate me for no reason. All these fuck bitches on my line,

Damn bitch you must wanna die tonight

Yeah I rock a choker with a .45 and i know some bitches that are down to ride.

All these hatin bitches on my line, Damn bitch you must wanna fuck tonight

Let me guess, you're my biggest fan right? You wanted an autograph all you had to do was ask woah." He finished, I started clapping.

"You, Jarad Anthony Higgins, are talented. No cap" I hugged him.

"Thank you" he smiled into the hug. "Now what's for dinner" he smirked.

"rice and beans, I'm kidding! My mom has some pasta at her house last time I checked, do you have oil or butter?"

"Yess"

"Okay, and no cheese, see after three months I couldn't forget your hate for cheese" I smiled.

Me and Jarad lived right across the street from each other. I walked out the door crossing the street, and walked in my "home", my mom was never home, she was too busy whoring around her body, when many people had offered her jobs, easy ones too! Even if they paid good money she would say no. The only time I would see her is if she had a guy over! And they wouldn't even be dressed, I basically lived with Jarad ever since my mom was fired for sleeping with her manager at her last job. When she would ground me from going to Jarads I would sneak out late at night through my window, and crawl in his. That was when I was twelve. That's why Jarad's mom is more of a mom to me than my own, she's always cared for me.

I took a deep breath in, smelling the air around me, "home sweet home" I mumbled sarcastically. Per usual it smelled like alcohol, weed, and sex. I rolled my eyes, seeing that she hadn't changed her habits. Walking into the kitchen, I opened the cabinet, finding the pasta just where I left it, I smiled to myself grabbing it and walking out. Shutting the door behind me.

I walked into Jarad's home, placing the pasta on the counter. I started to hum a song.

As I washed my hands Jarad came back into the room, I smiled. "I brought pasta" I sang,

"And you're humming Tupac, again" he sang back. I laughed "I'm always humming older songs" he laughed walking into the kitchen, next to me. He washed his hands and took out his phone playing the song I was humming. I laughed "you really did that didn't you?" I rhetorically asked while 'Picture me rolling' played in the background. He took out the pot and I put in the water, letting the pasta boil on the stove.

"Full grown, finally a man. Just scheming' on ways to put some green inside the palms" we both sang along. He wrapped his arms around my waist moving to the rhythm of the beat. I kissed his cheek, and smiled, "pastas ready" and as if on cue Mrs.Higgins walked through the door- she looked stressed. I smiled softly at her as she looked relieved seeing that dinner was already made.

"Y/n" she sighed "you're back!" She smiled brightly.

"You really thought I was going to leave yall, never"

When we ate dinner we caught up for the most part. Nothing too exciting happened in the last three months, but for some reason I couldn't help but think of that girl that stopped by. Jarad in a way seemed different, like he was hurt. It might have just been me, I've felt weird since I had left for the summer, getting these random feelings in my gut.

For the first time in three I slept in peace, knowing I was home. I was finally okay again.

[tempesrature]

The Case of the Murdered Witch Doctors | Chapter 7

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Pairing: Ride or Die | Ellie x Colt Summary:  “My mind, he said, rebels at stagnation. [...] That is why I have chosen my particular profession, or rather created it, for I am the only one in the world.” - Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of Four   Word Count: 3k+  Warnings: PG-16  @rodappreciationweek @lovehugsandcandy

~*~

Ellie groans as she forces her eyes to open when she hears the unfamiliar sound of a ringtone ringing somewhere in the room. She blinks pass the sleep that cling to her eyes before she turns to the other side of the bed. She scoots closer to the man beside her and presses her face into the bare skin of his shoulder as she shakes his arm lightly.

“Colt��” She says sleepily. “Your phone’s ringing.”

Colt groans as he blinks his eyes open before he lets out a huge yawn and wraps his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him.

“Leave it.”

“…could be important,” She says with a huge yawn as she closes her eyes so she can focus on going back to sleep.

“More important than this?” Colt says with a small scoff as he turns his head to nuzzle his face into her hair. “Doubt it.”

Ellie feels a smile tug on her lips. After the worst pillow talk of her life, she ended up staying the night since she wasn’t really sure she’d be strong enough to peel herself off of the bed and out from his arms. But it’s not like she minds. She likes being wrapped in his arms. It’s a nice feeling that’s both comfortable and easy—so easy in fact that it’s a terrifying to think that she’ll start to miss it when he’s not around.

But she tries to push those thoughts away for a later time. Now, she just wants to focus on the way his chest rise and fall underneath her and the way his thumb unconsciously rubs circles on the skin on her hip.

Yet, she isn’t afforded the luxury for much longer when she hears the shrill ringtone of her own phone. She pushes herself off of his chest with a groan and motions to move out of the bed but Colt tightens his hold on her.

“Leave it.”

She smirks and looks down at him with a teasing smile. “Unlike you, that ringtone tells me it’s from my boss.”

Colt rolls his eyes but loosens his hold on her. “Of course you personalize your ringtones.”

“It’s just efficient that way,” Ellie grins as she sits up on the bed and raises her hand, blue sparks dancing on her fingertips, as her phone shoots out from the pocket of her black pants on the floor and into her hand. She immediately answers it.

“Detective Wheeler speaking,” She listens in to Mona’s words as her eyes gradually widen in shock and glee. “You found him?! Right okay…really? Yes, I’m on my way. Okay. Bye.”

Ellie throws her phone on her pillow and moves out of the bed as she quickly locates her discarded clothes and puts them on.

“Who did they find?” Colt asks as he props his head on his hand to observe her.

“Tobias, the other vampire I was looking for,” Ellie says as she looks around for her shirt. “They have him in the Agency. Turns out Jason Shaw was right and the Kilat couple were making Fern Libation. The other vampire that was with Tobias fessed up on his supplier and undercover agents caught them both trying to sell some yesterday night.”

“Damn really? You’d think I’d smell some of it back in the house.”

Ellie pauses just as she’s about to put on her black leather jacket and glares at him.

Colt merely smiles in delight as he looks at her innocently. “What? I distribute blunts El, you know that. Of course I’d recognize the smell of the Fern Flower anywhere.”

There’s so much to unpack there. From the fact that Colt just openly admitted to distributing the illegal Fern Flower blunt to a detective or the fact that he just called her ‘El’ and how she really likes the sound of that but she doesn’t have the time. She needs to get the Agency so she can start interrogating her suspect.

She quickly loops her belt around her waist before she moves towards the bed to grab her phone.

“Don’t I get a kiss goodbye?” He says with a smug smile.

Ellie looks down at him, the two sides of her warring as she contemplates on what she should do. But the part that’s so magnetized to him wins out and she leans down to him give him a lasting and promise-filled kiss.

“Behave while I’m gone,” She warns.

He smirks. “Not gonna happen.”

Ellie rolls her eyes but a smile tugs on her lips. She quickly pockets her phone, pats down her pockets to make sure she hasn’t left anything, before she waves one last goodbye at him and exits his bedroom door.  She takes quick and easy steps down the stairs from his bedroom and down to the shop floor. She’s just about to make her way out of the front door when she crashes into Ximena.

“Oh uh hi Ximena it’s pretty early for you to have risen—”

“Sorry sweetie I can’t talk right now,” Ximena quickly walks past her and Ellie looks back at her retreating back as Ximena makes her way up the stairs to Colt’s bedroom.

Ellie shrugs, concluding that it’s most likely a problem in the nightclub, before she makes her way out of the shop to locate a portal she can use that’ll drop her off close to the Agency building.

~*~

“You look…refreshed.”

Ellie blushes lightly at the tone Mona uses as she coughs into her hand and nods.

“Uh yeah. I was able to sleep earlier yesterday,” Ellie gestures to the white hallway lined with magic-grade metal doors where they conduct their interrogations. “What room is my suspect in?”

Mona looks her up and down, her piercing brown eyes seemingly dismantling her excuse, before she decides to let it go and points down the hallway.

“In the Circe room,” Mona lifts up her hand, her fingertips dancing in purple sparks, and she manifests a key for the Circe room. She starts to walk towards the room while Ellie follows beside her. “Just be warned Ellie. Now that Fern Libation is involved, they’re going to hand this case to the Elves. Get the confession out of the guy for the murder before that happens.”

Ellie frowns. “What if he isn’t the murderer?”

“Then the case gets hexed,” Mona sighs at the look Ellie gives her as she inserts the key into the keyhole of the Circe room. “I’ve already stretched out the lifespan of this case as much as I can Ellie.”

“I know Mona,” Ellie sighs as Mona pushes the door open and they both walk in. “I just hope that he is my murderer. Ana has been out of her home for—Toby?!”

Ellie quickly clamps her mouth shut as her eyes go wide at the man behind the floor to wall reinforced-magical glass. Toby, the man Ellie briefly met during her first visit to Colt’s shop, sits behind the interrogation table beyond the glass. His eyes dart everywhere in the room as he nervously taps his foot on the floor and is clearly unware of the presence of the two women just behind the glass.

Mona narrows her eyes at Ellie’s reaction. “Do you know him?”

“No—well yes, no not like that—” Ellie tries to come up with a decent excuse but she seems to be failing short of one. Especially since Mona doesn’t know anything about her little deal with Colt. “I mean, I saw him around when I was investigating Jason Shaw. I just didn’t think…”

“It’s always the nice looking ones,” Mona nods as she crosses her arms in front of her before she turns to look at Ellie. “You have an hour to interrogate him before we take him to a temporary cell. We can keep him here for five more hours out of the mandated twelve hours but after that, he’s the Elves’ problem.”

Ellie nods even though she’s not really listening in anymore. Her mind reels in a series of questions but the most prominent one takes hold of her like a bad headache: Did Colt lie to her about not knowing who Tobias was?

But she doesn’t have the time to untangle those thoughts and feelings right now. Right now, she has to focus on interrogating Tobias—Toby.

“Give me something good Ellie,” Mona calls out before she exits the Circe room and locks it with a loud click.

Ellie steels herself as her heart pound hard against her chest before she uses her magic to coat herself in a barrier and steps through the glass.

When Toby sees her enter, his eyes go wide in shock. “Oh what the fuck! Are you getting falsely arrested too Ellie?”

“Toby that’s not—” Ellie takes a deep breath and takes her seat across Toby as she reminds herself of the goal at hand. “Mr. Tobias, you were caught trying to sell Fern Libation to an undercover agent. May I ask who your regular supplier was before this incident?”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Toby says as he holds up his hand in front of him, the magical cuffs clanging on his wrist against the metal table. “Wait, you’re a detective?” Toby leans in as he drops his voice low. “Does Colt know about this?”

“Please answer my question Mr. Tobias,” Ellie bites the inside of her bottom lip before she continues and steels herself for her next statement. “You are a suspect in the murder of Ernesto and Malina Kilat.”

“Woah! What! Wait! Murder?!” Toby exclaims as he tries to stand up in shock but gets immediately pulled down by the cuffs on his wrist. “Why would I ever murder anyone?!”

Ellie waves her hand and produces Ernesto’s book of customers. She places it in front of Toby and highlights his name with a blue circle. “You were one of the Kilats frequent customers.”

“Yeah! For my nymph allergies!” Toby defends as the weight of the circumstances dawn on him. He leans forward to lower his voice in a whisper. “Okay look. Their medicine is the only thing that helps with the allergies. We work with nymphs to make the…you know,” Toby mimics taking a puff of a blunt.

Ellie sighs as she tries her best not to delve into that for now. “Okay, can you tell me your whereabouts for the night of the murder? First of July, between 8pm to 10pm.”

A flash of fear passes through Toby’s eyes but he quickly shuts it down. “I was uhm. At the nightclub.”

Ellie catches the hesitation and uncertainty in his voice. “Any creatures that can testify to seeing you there that night?”

“Yeah. Sure. Lot’s of creatures. It’s a nightclub after all, right?” Toby says as he starts to tap his foot on the floor. “Also, why would I want to murder Ernesto and Malina? They’re literally the creatures that make my medicine. I’ll be a sneezing mess without them!”

“I don’t know Toby. Perhaps it’s related to the Fern Libation you were trying to sell the night before. Maybe you got into an argument about how much you got as their middle man and realized that you’ll make a lot more money if you sell it yourself.”

“Wait now hold on,” Toby says as anger edges on his voice. “I don’t touch that stuff and I never will. Sure, was I standing next to another vampire who sells it? Yeah, okay I’ll admit that. But that’s about it.”

Ellie’s eyes narrow. “And who was this other vampire?”

“Tim? Josh? I don’t know! Look, we aren’t buddies. The guy wanted access to the club and I was there to give it to him. I didn’t even know he was selling Libation.”

Ellie sighs as she leans back on her chair. The headache has already started to make its way to the front of her consciousness now and she’s at a lost. Her logical brain tells her that she should dig deeper into Toby’s alibi and focus her efforts in looking into him as her prime suspect. And yet her gut tells her that no, she’s missing something and she needs to dig deeper. But the more this stretches out, the more it’ll slip out of her grasp and she’ll be forced to hex the case and she’ll lose Toby as her prime suspect.

Plus, she can’t trust her gut right now. Not when her judgement is so clouded by a certain Primordial vampire.

Detective Wheeler I need you in my office. Now.

Ellie blinks at Mona’s voice entering her consciousness. She looks back to Toby who is now nervously looking at everywhere in the room except for her. She sighs and pushes herself off of the chair before she uses her magic to wave away the book on the table.

“Stay here Toby. I’ll be right back.”

“Wait Ellie!” Toby calls out just as Ellie’s about to go through the glass barrier. “Is it…how bad would it be if I’m charged with the murder?”

Ellie’s heart twists. It’s pretty bad. Something akin to being handed to the fae on a silver platter. They might even defang him. But she doesn’t say that. At least not now when she isn’t sure.

“I’ll get to the bottom of this Toby,” Ellie reassures him although she isn’t sure if she can.

Ellie doesn’t wait for him to reply as she coats herself in her magic and walks through the glass barrier. She quickly makes her way out of the Circe room and makes sure to properly lock it before she moves down the hallway towards Mona’s office.

She isn’t even halfway near the office when she hears the loud voices filtering out of the door. A voice she seems to be so magnetized to when she turns the doorknob and pushes it open.

“Mr. Kaneko you need to calm down.”

“Yeah? I’ll fucking calm down when you stop accusing my crew of shit they didn’t do!”

Mona sighs, her face weary and tired, before her eyes land on Ellie entering the office. Her eyes flit by with something purple and Ellie tries not to wince at the fact that she’s just been caught and Mona probably already knows about their little agreement.

Ellie turns to Colt and the eyes that stare back at her terrifies her—pains her. The stormy gold that’s a mix of betrayal, hurt and pain almost makes her crumble under his gaze. But Colt is quicker and he snuffs out those emotions as quickly as they came and chooses to focus his energy on anger.

“Did you know?” He bares his fangs at her. “Did you fucking know Ellie?”

Ellie knows that she can’t respond in anger or else they’ll never accomplish anything. So she turns to Mona, her eyes pleading and desperate. “Mona can you give us a minute?”

Mona lets out a heavy sigh as she flicks her wrist, purple sparks radiating off of her hand, and the office doors open. She walks out of the room and slams it shut behind her.

“I can’t fucking believe it. I trusted you and what do you do? You get Toby falsely arrested for selling Libation and now you’re going to pin a murder charge on him. I should’ve known. I should’ve known you Agency creatures are all the same.”

Ellie bristles at his accusations. Yeah, he can be angry. Sure, he can be suspicious. But to outright just accuse her of knowingly betraying him is just fucking cruel.

She walks towards him in angry and purposeful steps before she roughly grabs his hand and places it on top of her heart. She glares at him as her voice comes out clipped and calm.

“No. I didn’t know Tobias was Toby.”

She observes his face carefully. The way it morphs from anger to confusion to realization to relief then to guilt.

“Yeah Colt. Turns out I’m not as horrible as you think I am,” Ellie scoffs as she pushes his hand away and takes a step back before she narrows her eyes at him. “Did you know?”

“No,” He gazes into her eyes, hoping that he can convey his own honesty. “Xi told me that Tobias is his real name after you left this morning.”

Elli hums in acknowledgement before she crosses her arms in front of her, raises an eyebrow and waits. “Well? Got something else to accuse me of?”

Colt lets out a heavy sigh as his golden eyes shine in regret, almost pained. But he quickly recovers and stands straighter as he looks at her earnestly, his voice apologetic and soft. 

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.”

Ellie nods and internally sighs at herself. She wants to cling on to her anger, to the tinges of pain she feels at his accusations, but the damn vampire seems to have wormed himself closer to her heart than she realized because she instantly forgives him.

“Apology accepted,” She tries to sound mad, even just a little annoyed, but she knows it fails when she sees his lips twitch into a smile.

“Are you two done?” Mona’s voice booms somewhere above their head in the office and Colt looks up in shock and disbelief.

“Yeah Mona we’re done,” Ellie confirms just as the office door flies open and Mona stalks behind the desk and drops down her seat.

Mona lets out a huge sigh before she turns to Ellie. “You. We’ll talk about that later,” She looks at Colt pointedly and Ellie nods guiltily. “Now give me some good news and tell me Tobias is our murderer.”

Colt’s eyes widen as they flit to Ellie in panic. Ellie catches his look and she realizes that once again, she’s at a crossroad. Her logical brain tells her to pursue Toby as their prime suspect and to dig deeper into his flimsy alibi and probable motives but her gut tells her something else. That there’s something she’s missing to this case and she’s close to solving the puzzle.

So who does she listen to?

“Mona,” Ellie starts as her voice wavers for only a moment but strengthens with each word she says next. “Give me those five hours to find us another suspect.”

Mona lets out a heavy sigh and she pinches the bridge of her nose as her eyes shine with a tired and weary purple. “Ellie where are you going to get another suspect in five hours?”

“I can do it,” Ellie says as she turns to Colt who looks back at her with gratitude, awe and affection. “With Colt’s help.”

“This doesn’t clear him of the charges of selling Fern Libation,” Mona warns as she flits her eyes to Colt who looks back at her with a glare.

“Which can be investigated by questioning the vampire with Toby and looking at the Pigeon surveillance. All I’m asking is to give me a chance clear him of the murder charges Mona,” Ellie’s eyes bore into Mona’s, her voice calm but heavy. “Will you be able to sleep knowing that you’ve charged an innocent creature of a crime they didn’t commit?”

Mona’s face twist into a scowl before she throws her hands up in the air in exasperation. “Fine. Five hours Ellie. Not a minute less. But once the Elves get their hands on this case, I’m not doing you anymore favors.”

Ellie grins triumphantly. “Thanks Mona. I won’t let you down,” She turns to Colt and smiles. “Let’s go.”

She doesn’t wait for his response before she makes her way out of the office doors, down the winding stairs and out of the building. Her brain is already turning and picking apart all the information she has learned and comparing it to the one she already knows of. 

The Kilat couple were drained through their femoral artery but they had two different vampire bites. A bite from an older vampire and a younger vampire. The Kilats were also selling Fern Libation, which Shaw knows and is aware of, and is the most likely the motive for their murder. A new vampire named Tim? Josh? is a former middle man of the Kilats which means he’s still currently selling whatever leftover Fern Libation supply he has or perhaps, a new acquired supply. There was no forced entry so whatever creature did it was willingly let into the house by the Kilat couple which means it could be another middle man that they aren’t aware of or a regular customer. There is still the mystery of the missing albularyo blood. And Toby lied about his alibi.

She’s so lost in her thoughts that when she reaches the outside of the building and onto the street, she doesn’t even notice the mortal running past her, almost sending her to the ground, but luckily Colt is there to pull her back just in time.

“Careful Miss Half a Witch, we wouldn’t want you getting a concussion so close to the finish line.”

Ellie turns to look at him with a hard glare. The ‘thanks’ already dead and gone from her mouth.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

“Yeah my bad,” Colt chuckles weakly before he looks down at her, his eyes pained as he squeezes her arm lightly and his voice softens. “Really Ellie. My bad.”

Ellie raises a questioning eyebrow before she grins and lightly punches him in the shoulder as her voice takes on a teasing and light tone. “Make it up to me with more mind-blowing orgasms after we solve this thing and we’ll call it even.”

Colt blinks for a moment, shock clear and evident on his face, before he bursts out in laughter. He can’t help himself, not when he’s suddenly so weak for her, as he takes her face between his hands and pulls her into a hard and bruising kiss. The kind of kiss that’s supposed to leave her breathless but instead it’s him that needs to catch his breath when they break apart.

“Baby I’ll give you everything and anything you want.”

Ellie laughs as a light blush touches her cheeks. She can’t really tell now if it’s their usual banter or if he’s promising and offering her something more.

But she shelves those thoughts for another time. For now, she has a case to solve.

“You’re driving since I don’t have my car,” She says as she walks towards his bike and grabs his helmet.

“Where are we going?” Colt asks as he swings his leg over the bike and starts the engine.

“The Kilat’s house,” Ellie says as she takes her place behind him and wraps her arms tight around his torso as her heart pounds hard against her chest. “And hurry Colt. We only have five hours.”

Colt nods, revs the bike and drives off.

[waywardrose13]

Switched

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Fucking witches...

^ That’s all you’re going to get;) ^

Prompt: Switching bodies

Also written for @spnfluffbingo : Square filled- Cuddling

Warnings: Witches/hex, language, some angst, a fight, Dean’s a dick, period talk, Sam’s a bit rude, fluff, crack!fic

Word count: 3027 (My fics have been longer than usual lately. Good thing or bad thing?)

A/N- Woah, first crack!fic. Calm your tits, I know it’s a bid deal (Not really). Anyway, I wrote this fic for the lovely @squirrel-moose-winchester‘s crack fic challenge (happy early birthday!). My prompt was switching bodies, which I had a lot of fun with. I hope you guys enjoy, find it humorous or even hate it, whatever. Love y’all:)

    Your limbs felt heavy against the wooden armrests of the chair, the witch’s lips by your ear, her whispers low and tickling your skin as she held your head against her mouth, the spell spilling from her lips. Your eyes were glazed over, the world tilting as you began to slip into unconsciousness.

    She had popped up out of nowhere. You and the brothers had been hunting a witch- a trickster copycat more like- when she had sprung up from the shadows, grabbing you before the boys could notice. And here you were.

    She was sly and downright annoying. She liked to pull pranks and trick people through her hexes. She turned a man into a potted plant, twins into a kit-kat bar and made one woman wake up as a man.

    Now as she whispered a hex into your ear, you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you would turn into. Fear bubbled into your stomach as you tried to move away but found it near impossible just to raise a finger, your body feeling as though cement had been poured inside of you and hardened.

    “Y/N!” You heard Dean yell. His name was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t find your voice. The door to the room burst open just as the witch completed the verse, the redhead standing up straighter as the men rushed in. Dean’s eyes landed on you, his face going hard, nostrils flaring.

    “Hello, boys. I was just finishing up with girlie here,” She said moving your hair off your shoulders.

    “You bitch,” Dean growled. She scoffed.

    “Real mature, Winchester.” Her heavy Georgian accent was accentuated with each word, her voice dripping honey as she smiled at them. She was a looker, one of the many ways she lured her victims in; long red hair in ringlets hung to her waist, wide blue eyes and a bright smile highlighted by cherry lips. She was a young witch and Dean couldn’t help but wonder why she had gotten into messing with people in the first place.

    “What did you do to her?” Sam asked, worried hazel eyes locked on your dazed form.

    “Oh nothing yet, baby. I haven’t finished the hex quite yet. But she’ll especially like this one, I promise.” She moved around the chair, walking slowly towards the men. Her hips swung with each step, a seductive smirk on her lips as she made her way to Dean. They were both captivated by her, an almost siren power rolling off her in thick waves. Before they could react, she had blown purple dust into Dean’s face, giggling before dashing from the room. He grunted, falling to his knees as Sam took off after her.

    “Dean?” You murmured, finally coming out of the haze. He looked up at you, blinking and letting out a sneeze.

    “Yeah sweetheart.” He got up, shaking his head a bit. “I gotcha.” He helped you out of the chair. You wobbled a bit but stabilized quickly.

    A gun shot was heard in the distance and you and Dean shared a look. Sam came rushing in soon after, a small splatter of blood across his neck.

    “She’s dead.”

    ***

“I feel fine, Dean,” You said sighing. He ignored you, his hands lifting your chin, looking this way and that way, his eyes roaming every inch of your body for anything that could say you weren’t “fine.”

    “We don’t know what that witch did to you,” Dean said. “For all we know, you could be internally bleeding and we wouldn’t know it.”

    You furrowed your brows, glancing over at Sam who rolled his eyes and sighed in exasperation. “Dean, chill. She’s fine. The witch is dead. Whatever she hit you and Y/N with probably went away with her.”

    “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” Dean murmured. He let out a deep breath, standing back up from his crouched position in front of you. “I just get worried.”

    “I know you do, baby,” You said, patting his cheek lovingly. “But I’m a big girl. I’ll be fine.”

    He kissed your forehead before collapsing on the bed, groaning as he sunk into the springy mattress.

    “Alright. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Remember- thin walls.” You laughed, nodding Sam farewell as he left you and Dean’s motel room, heading to his own.

    “You going to sleep?” You asked, changing into one of Dean’s t-shirts and climbing in with him.

    “Yep,” He grunted. He sat up, shrugging out of his clothes and laying back beside you, slinging an arm over your waist and pulling you close to his chest. You tilted your head up, his lips pressing firmly to yours.

    “I love you,” You whispered. He hummed, kissing your jaw.

    “I love you, too.” He nuzzled his face into your neck, sighing contently.

***

Your eyes fluttered open, a yawn escaping your lips. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and pulled away from the body sleeping beside you, rolling out of bed. You stumbled a bit, feeling heavier than normal. Perhaps you had gained weight? You shrugged, not thinking much of it and trudged into the bathroom.

    You closed the door softly behind you, your hand running to smooth your long locks back away from your face. Your heart leaped when you felt the soft, short hairs upon your head. Whipping towards the mirror, your eyes- or should you say Dean’s eyes- widened, a strangled scream erupting from your throat.

    Somehow, you had ended up in your boyfriend’s body. Your now long H/C hair was short, light brown and spiked up by sleep like a hedgehog. Your E/C eyes had turned to a crisp leaf green, the flecks of gold you had loved inside his eyes now inside yours. A light coating of stubble graced your face, your hand coming up to rub over it, feeling the prickly strands against your larger, callused hands.

    “Dean!” You bellowed, his voice coming from your mouth. You walked back into the room, watching as Dean- or, you- woke up, E/C eyes blinking awake. Dean sat up, rubbing his face and squinting at you.

    He jumped into action seeing himself standing at the foot of the bed.

    “Son of a bitch!” He reached under his pillow, fumbling for the gun that wasn’t there. He cursed to himself, eyeing you warily.

    “Where’s Y/N?” He asked.

    “I am Y/N you jackass,” You growled, downright scary as Dean. “Take a look at yourself.”

    Dean furrowed his brows, scoffing. “Right.” You rolled your eyes- or- Dean’s eyes.

    “I’m fucking serious, Dean. I woke up in your damn body and you woke up in mine.”

    “What?” He got out of bed, rushing past you into the bathroom, a squeak falling from his mouth as he stared back at you. “How the hell did this happen?”

    “I uh…” You thought for a moment, eyes widening in realization. “The witch.”

    “Shit!” Dean grumbled, slapping his hand down on the counter. “I can’t be a chick. I can’t be… Shorter than you!” He turned to face you, your face staring up at you with a horror stricken expression.

    “Oh yeah,” You said smiling. “I’m taller than you now! Awesome!” You moved closer to him, almost a head taller than him now. You laughed loudly, placing your larger hands on his shoulders. “Who’s the tiny one now?”

    A knock sounded on the motel room door, the knob rattling as a key was being put into the hole.

    “Morning,” Sam said as he entered the room. He tossed his pair of room keys onto the small table, watching as you and Dean emerged from the bathroom. He noticed your horrified faces and he chuckled. “What? Is Y/N pregnant or something? Wait, are you? I have noticed your stomach has been a bit rounder.”

    “Oh wow. Thanks, Sam,” You said bitterly. His eyes flashed to yours.

    “I wasn’t talking to you. And you can’t get pregnant, moron,” Sam said.

    “Oh great. Now I can get pregnant,” Dean grumbled. His eyes widened, looking up at you. “Are you pregnant? Am I pregnant?”

    “What? No! And fuck you, Sam!” You said angrily. “That really helps a woman’s self esteem, her best friend saying she’s getting fat.”

    “Hey now. I didn’t say she was getting fat,” Sam said defensively. “And I wasn’t talking to you, Dean!”

    “I’m pretty sure you were saying she was getting fat,” Dean said. Sam’s look of utter confusion made you laugh. One that was quickly dissipated when Dean sent you a glare.

    “I didn’t say she was getting fat!” Sam said. “And why the hell are you talking about yourself in the third person?”

    “I’m not,” You said.

    “Yeah, she’s not. ‘The hell is wrong with you this morning?” Dean asked.

    “What the hell is wrong with you two this morning?” Sam said loudly.

    “You’re the one who called Y/N fat!” Dean said.

    “I didn’t call… Wait… What?” Sam asked.

    “The witch’s hex went through after all,” You said. “I’m Y/N.”

    “And I’m Dean.” Dean nodded, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

    Sam stared at the two of you in disbelief, his eyes flicking between the two of you. He looked like he was gonna scream.

    And then suddenly he laughed.

    A full body, throwing your head back laugh. You sighed, crossing your arms as you watched the youngest Winchester laugh his ass off at.

    “Oh my god. That’s fucking great,” Sam said, wiping a tear from his eye.

    “It’s really not,” Dean said.

    “Oh, it so is,” Sam laughed. “Isn’t your period due, Y/N?”

    You thought for a moment, a smile spreading across your face. “Holy shit, it is.”

    “What?”

    “You’re gonna have your first period!” You said slapping Dean on the back. He lurched forward at the force of it, a grunt escaping his lips.

    “No I’m not,” Dean said. “We’re gonna find a way to fix this. And fast.”

    “No, can’t we wait until next week?” You asked, sending a wink at Sam. He chuckled and shook his head.

    “Hell no!” Dean growled. You and Sam looked over at Dean, his face- or, your face- scrunched up angrily. Now you understood why the boys never took you seriously when you got angry. You were kinda cute.

    You and Sam burst out laughing, Dean rolling his eyes. He groaned then, his hand pressing to his lower abdomen, causing you and Sam to laugh harder.

    “It’s not funny!” He said.

    “It’s pretty funny,” you replied.

        ***

    The drive back to the bunker was awkward to say the least. Dean sat in the passenger seat as Sam drove, having to move the seat up too far in your body. You were incredibly amused. Although it affected the both of you, it was the best thing to have happened in a while.

    First, the waitress at the diner had hit on you. Which, of course, you weren’t interested in because of Dean, but he finally realized how you felt when girls would flirt with him left and right and he’d do it right back in front of you.

    Next, men addressed you more. Usually as a woman, you tended to not be noticed or addressed as much as the brothers. Your hand was always in Dean’s or his arm was always around your waist, and men would speak to Dean directly. It was worse when you three were working a case.

    “You sure you wanna go in there, little Miss?” “How are you supposed to go in there with heels? Why don’t you just wait out here?” “I’ll give you the keys, but I need to speak with you privately in my office.” It pissed you off, and when you expressed those concerns to Dean, he brushed you off, telling you that was silly, to man up. Heh, sure.

That’s rich.

It hadn’t been your idea for the two of you to switch bodies in the first place, but you wouldn’t deny it felt good to prove to Dean what you meant.

    You had to show Dean how to use tampons, which was a chore. He had complained through the whole process, and then refused to let you show him how.

    “Dean, it’s my body,” You had said. He had crossed his arms, staring defiantly up at you.

    “And for the time being, it’s mine and that’s just weird,” He answered.

    “That doesn’t make any sense! I’ve literally seen every inch of my body millions of times. Why can’t I show you how this works?” You had asked.

    “Oh my god, get out.” He had pushed you out of the bathroom, an amused smirk on Sam’s face.

    “I assume it didn’t go well?” He asked. You scoffed.

    “No.”

    For days, Dean had avoided you. It was getting quite annoying, honestly. He usually just locked himself in your shared room, making you sleep in your old room. The bed was too small for Dean’s body, and it started to piss you off.

    Sam found a reversal spell, and had left to get the needed ingredients, leaving you alone in the bunker with your boyfriend in your body.

    “Dean, open the door,” You called, knocking. He ignored you, like usual, but you just banged on the door harder. “I swear to God, Dean. If you don’t open this door, I will break it down.”

    Silence.

    Taking a step back, you raised Dean’s foot, kicking the door. Something snapped and you were able to push it open.

    “What the fuck?” Your voice exclaimed from across the room. You found him, clad in one of his t-shirts and a pair of your sleep shorts.

    “What the hell, Dean,” you growled. You stalked over to the significantly smaller body, towering over him for the first time. He craned his neck to look at you, jaw set. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is. I gave you space, I tried to help you. But you’re being a dick.”

    “Well, sorry,” Dean said holding his hands up. “You’re the one who got us into this in the first place.”

    Your brows raised. “Me?! It was the fucking witch, you dick! You think I wanted this?”

    “She said you would!” He shot at you. “Now leave me alone.”

    “Why are you acting like such a bitch?” You yelled. He glared at you.

    “I don’t know. Maybe being in your body, I picked up some of your tendencies,” He snarled. Eyes widening, you took a step back, hurt flashing across your face.

    He realized his mistake, his face softening. “Baby, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean-”

    “Go to hell, Dean… Again.” You turned and stalked out of the room, not in the mood anymore to break the news about the cure.

        ***

    You and Dean sat at the library table, a chair between the two of you, arms folded, sour looks on your faces. You were still pissed at him, and he hadn’t said a word to you since the earlier talk- which was normal now, you supposed, seeing as he rarely talked anymore anyway.

    You watched as Sam made the cure, carefully mixing each ingredient before dividing the gray liquid into two cups.

    “Alright,” he said. “Bottoms up.”

    Not sparing Dean a second glance, you snatched the cup, tossing it back quickly. The metallic taste took you by surprise and your shuddered.

    “Mutatio autem revertimini, quod est bonum novi.” Sam read the words as Dean finished his cup, face scrunching into one of displeasure.

    You flinched as your ears started ringing, your hands coming up to grip your head.

    “Jesus, Sam,” Dean said. “The hell did you do?”

    It all happened quite fast actually. Suddenly the pain had stopped, your eyes fluttering open to find yourself in a different spot then you were before.

    Looking up, you locked eyes with Dean, who was in his correct body. You narrowed your eyes at him, getting up from the table.

    “Thanks for the help, Sammy,” You said over your shoulder, stalking to your old room and away from Dean.

    You didn’t think you could contain your temper around him at the moment.

        ***

    “Y/N?” Dean called through the door. “Let me in, would ya?”

    You rolled your eyes. “Leave me alone, Dean.”

    “You’re acting like a child. Just open the goddamn door.”

    “No!” You said. “You can’t tell me what to do. Fuck off.”

    You heard a bang against the door. Dean must have rested his forehead roughly against it.

    “Come on, Y/N,” He said. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Really.”

    You sighed, getting up from the bed and opening the door. He stumbled a bit at the loss of support but quickly regained his balance, giving you a soft look.

    “I can finally look at you again,” he murmured, cupping your cheek.

    “I’m still annoyed with you,” You said. He let out a breath.

    “Come to bed?” He asked. You grumbled under your breath, flicking off the light and grabbing his hand, letting him lead you down the hallway into your shared room.

    “I love you,” He said as you turned away from him in bed. His hand found your hip, thumb rubbing softly on your exposed skin where the shirt had ridden up. He moved closer to you, pressing himself into your back, your body automatically curling into his. You could practically feel his smirk.

    “Shut up.”

    “I didn’t say anything.” He sounded amused.

    “You were thinking it.”

    “How could you possibly know that?”

    “Because I know you… And I’m smart.”

    He snorted. “Well, you’re pretty dumb to be with me.”

    “You got me there.”

    “Hey!” He laughed, tickling your side. You giggled, his lips pressing into the side of your neck. You could feel his smile against your skin.

    “I missed being able to touch you,” He said. You hummed, grabbing his hands in yours. He took a deep breath, tangling his legs between yours and resting his face in the crook of your neck.

    “Love you,” He murmured into your skin, lips tickling you.

    “Love you too,” You told him. “Even if you are a dork.”

    “Am not.”

    “Are too.”

    “Whatever.”

    You smiled, letting yourself finally fall asleep in his arms.

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Memory Lane | 03 ft. Yoongi

→ grumpy husband yoongi au aka lots of fluff and a little smutty language → 1.7k words → part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | BTS in 10 years!AU

A/N: I WILL NEVER FUCKING EVER GET OVER THIS AU UGH

also highly inspired by this video and dedicated to my dear friend who is currently suffering from wisdom teeth pain bc i cant fucking wait til shes drunk of her ass bc of the meds cause i’ll be ready with the camera to make sure that shit goes down in history

“Oh shit, who are you?” His groggy voice croaks out.

You look up from your organization of the clothes you packed for him and your eyes widen when you see him come to. You rush to his side, leaning down to get a good look at him. 

“Babe, are you feeling okay?“ 

He frowns, movements even slower than usual because of the anesthesia. His eyes rake over your features, eyebrows furrowing as he examines how your lashes flutter in confusion and your hair falling around him smells so damn good. 

He squints. "Wait what? Babe?" 

You laugh, grabbing a chair. The doctor warned about something like this, momentary memory loss or delusion was common for any patients coming off of such heavy anesthesia from a surgery. 

He turns to you, and you hand him his crackers and some water. He chews on the plain stuff slowly, still looking up at you in confusion. 

“Woah, are you a nurse here?” 

You raise and eyebrow and curl a piece of hair behind your ear. Propping your elbow on the side of his bed, you smile down at him, “Uh, I’m your wife, Yoongi.” 

He pauses, cracker mid-chew and his slanted eyes turn to you, wide. “Wait, we’re married?!” 

You chuckle and nod, guiding the hand that’s holding his cracker back towards his gaping mouth. “Yes, honey. Eat your cracker.” 

He catches sight of the ring on your finger and gapes. “Fuuuuck, I’m a genius. Holy shit, did I buy you that?” 

You look down at the jewel, a gorgeous round diamond halo embedded in a platinum band studded with smaller ones. It was an obnoxiously gorgeous one, sitting right on top of the plain silver promise ring he gave you on your year anniversary. Smiling down at it and extending your hand out in front of the both of you, you nod. “Mhm, don’t you remember when you dropped it in the sink drain when you proposed?” 

He closes his eyes, chewing thoughtfully. “No. Do we have kids?” 

“Not yet.” 

“Okay I take it back, I’m not a genius. Why haven’t I knocked you up yet?”

Giggling, you help prop him up against the pillows and press a cup of water to his lips, and he drinks with gusto. When you press another saltine cracker against his lips, he cringes away from you with the cutest expression, pouting at the taste. 

“I don’t wanna.” 

“Yoongi, you have to eat your cracker so that the anesthesia will wear off faster.” 

“Hot nurse I don’t know what you are doing to me but I am married.” He holds up his left hand, brandishing his own matching platinum band with two simple grooves in the upper and lower part of the band, wrapped snugly around his finger. Your favorite part about the otherwise simple band was that Yoongi never took it off. Even when he had gigs and other important meetings, or even shows that requested that he model their own choices of fashion and jewelry. Ever. 

You chuckle and press the cracker into his mouth when he’s finished speaking. Grunting, his eyes open and send you a glare as he chews on the cracker, eyebrows furrowing at the plainness. “My wife will beat you up.” 

You smile thoughtfully. “How is she?” 

He closes his eyes, his voice sexily husky and groggier than it is when he wakes up or is trying to seduce you. It’s also a bit slower and muffled, as his tongue weighs heavily in his mouth, but he talks surely, and you notice his speech becoming a bit more clearer as he continues. This was good, because the doctor recommended that he keep talking to help him wake up. 

“She’s so hot. And so fucking nice. So fucking nice. And her legs and ass look really good when she wears the heels I bought her but I’ll never tell her because I know they make her feet hurt.” 

You giggle at that memory, when Yoongi bought you the prettiest pair of Louboutins in your favorite color for your birthday once and you wore them the following week to a fashion show event he was invited to as his plus one. You were the talk of the night but then he had to piggy back you back to the limo at the end of the night because of the blisters on your heels and soles. 

“And also she likes watching deep shit like Your Name or Get Out and secretly I love that because I know Namjoon’s wife still makes him watch Frozen with her and I swear I’ll never babysit his kids again or else I might break every copy of that goddam disney movie.”

“She’s super independent. Did I mention she’s a vet? Like shit if that’s not the epitome of my fucking fantasies then I dunno what is.” He hiccups and you bite back the huge smile on your face to press the cup to his lips and let him gulp more water. 

“We fight, sometimes. But I’m happy because she knows who she is now and we don’t fight about identity stuff anymore this far into our marriage. It’s more like endearing shit like ‘you left the toilet seat up’ or ‘get your own goddam milk’ and I fucking live for that shit.” 

He chokes on a bit of crumbs from the cracker and explodes in coughs, and you scramble to pat his back and give him some more water. Suddenly his mother scrambles to his side and joins you, helping you refill the cup and caressing his back.

“Ah, mother! When did you get here? You should’ve called, this stuff is so heavy!” You grab the cooler from her, and set it aside, most likely filled with food for you two to eat while here at the hospital. She smiles at you and sits down, gazing down at her son. “You know that means he really likes you.” 

You blush, taking the other seat beside her and also gazing down at Yoongi’s still groggy figure chewing slowly on his cracker, oblivious to your conversation. “How much did you hear?” 

“Enough to realize he was talking about you and not some other woman.” 

You giggle and press another cracker into his hand. She grasps your hand and smiles. “I know he’s not really good at showing it but, he really loves those that he keeps close to him. I’m so happy he married someone like you, someone who draws him out of his little shell. I haven’t seen him so happy, ever. Even when he’s grumpy and in pain.” 

You giggle at the way he groans and furrows his brows when you urge him to eat another cracker. Whining, he turns from you and rolls over, his back towards the both of you. The minor surgery from appendicitis had given you a scare but definitely was something turning out to be a milestone in your books. Smiling, you respond. 

“I’ve never been this happy either.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? What did I say?” 

He turns to you in the passenger seat, as you pull out of the driveway of the hospital. 

“Well, you first hit on me, and then you congratulated yourself on marrying me.” 

“There’s no way I said that. You’re joking.”

“100% positive Yoongi. I was there.” 

“What else did I say?” 

“Not much.” 

“Are you sure?” 

You smile secretly to yourself, giggling as you pull into your home. “Yeah, not much else.” 

“Babe, we have literally two minutes to get into the car. Are you ready yet?” He checks his watch, sighing as he fiddles with his cuff links. 

“I’m ready!” You appear at the top of the staircase with a gorgeous white blazer and shorts set. You bound down the steps and stop in front of the door to put your shoes on and he notices the high heels he bought you a while ago. He silently watches you smooth back your curled locks and balance a hand on the wall to keep yourself steady as you pull on the suede heels onto your jaw dropping legs. Inwardly he keeps himself from popping a boner right then and there. Three years of marriage and waking up to your bloated sleepy face did nothing to stop his attraction for you. It was the same, the you who woke up in one of his shirts and tiredly shoved your glasses on your face and prepared his coffee or the you who dressed up in designer clothes and spent hours perfecting your already perfect face with makeup and jewelry for Jimin’s third baby shower. 

But outwardly he grumbles, “Don’t those shoes give you blisters?” 

You smile at him, and he melts. It was the fucking highlight of his day, seeing the way your smile literally lit up his world even brighter than any stage lights or morning suns he’s ever seen. “I can deal with it.”

“To show who?” He rolls his eyes and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he grabs his keys and follows you out the door. 

“You, babe.” You turn and sling an arm through the crook of his own, and he clenches his jaw to keep himself from smiling too hard. 

“Whatever.” He grumbles as he opens the car door for you and then starts the engine with a scowl. You giggle as you notice the way he only drives with his left hand so that his right is free, and taking the hint, you weave your fingers through his as he merges onto the freeway. He’s still scowling though. 

But you love it, and you love him. 

He doesn’t love the traditional way others do, with the googly eyes and kisses and sweet words dripping with honey. But you see it in his actions, and anaesthesia-induced speeches, and it was the best you could ask for and ever wanted. 

Because he was yours and you were his, and it was all that mattered. 

Because you caught a good one there. 

Yeah, you’re sure you did. 

[fullmoonimagines]

Something in the Water//Stiles Stilinski

Can I have an imagine with Stiles, where he save her from drowning during gym class and then decide to teach her how to swim? (Maybe with a moment when she just stare at his torso with admiration (damn we never got a Stiles shirtless scene in the whole serie)) (I saw the gif where Stiles is saying that their swiming team sucks and I just got that idea lolol) Please and thanks 💕

 (I did female pronouns because that’s what the request used, you you guys prefer when I used gender neutral pronouns? Let me know!)

 Y/N POV

 Gym class was never my favorite, but sitting here listening to our teacher go on and on about the proper safety regulations and equipment was putting me to sleep. That’s one of the worst things about the beginning of a new class, all the boring speeches from every one of your teachers.

 My class was sitting in the aquatics center listing to the swim coach lecture on and on about not touching the swim team stuff, I mean, who wants to take a one of their swim boards?

 When class was dismissed, everyone got up in quite a hurry. Having gym at the end of the day was a blessing and a curse. You got to go straight home after working up a sweat, but everyone rushed to leave so quickly.

 During the rush of other students, I dropped my bookbag and bent to pick it up, only then a swarm of girls bolted past me and knocked me into the water.

 “No, no, no”  I thought, as my body began to sink.

 Water began to fill my lungs and my arms and legs flailed to keep my head above the water. My head began to pound and body became tired. My vision became blurry, and then eventually faded to black.

Stiles POV

 Class was boring as usual, well, more than usual. I followed the crowd of students outside and started heading towards the jeep. I rummaged around in my pockets for a few minutes until I realized that I must’ve left my keys where I was sitting next to the pool. I sigh heavily before turning around and making my way through the flood of kids, back towards the pool.

 When I pushed open the heavy aquatic center door, my eyes were immediately drawn towards the movement and splashing in the pool.. Was that a girl?

Without another thought, I slipped off my shirt and toed off my shoes before diving into the baneful blue waters. My eyes stung from the chlorine as I saw her drifting deeper and deeper. I swam to her and wrapped my arms around her body, securing my grasp before pulling both of us to the surface.

 Once I had her out of the pool for a few seconds, my heart dropped when she wasn’t waking up. I pressed both of my hands on her chest, praying for a response.

 A small cough escaped her lips, letting go of the water that infiltrated her lungs. A few more coughs came from her body before her eyes began to flutter open.

 Y/N POV

 The taste of chlorine whirled in my mouth, waking me up from the darkness I had been encaptured in. As my eyes tried to adjust to the light, I noticed I wasn’t alone. His figure came into focus as I slowly began to sit up.

 “Woah there, take it easy” he said, helping me up by placing one of his hands on my lower back.

 “Are you okay?” he asked.

 Memories began to flood back to me, the girls who pushed me in, the feeling of water filling my lungs.

 “I almost died”, I said shakily, tears threatening to spill from my eyes, “I almost drowned”.

 “Hey, hey” he said in a low calming voice, “you didn’t. You’re okay now, I promise”.

 I looked up to see the most beautiful brown eyes, and a kind smile. After steadying my breath, I spoke again.

 “Thank you..”

 “Stiles, Stiles Stilinski”.

 “Stiles” I repeated, I like that name.

 After staring into his eyes for what seemed like forever, his phone near the bleaches buzzed. He glanced over to it and became aware of what time it was. 

 “Oh crap”, he said “I came back in here to get my keys and..”

 “And you saw me”.

 “Yeah, I saw you” he replied, shy smile on his face.

 He stood up to grab his stuff and came back over towards me. The way the afternoon light highlighted the drops of water still clinging to his broad chest made my mind go fuzzy. He held out a hand to help me up, and I happily took it. We made our way past the pool, safely this time, and towards the parking lot. Stiles walked me to my car as I tried not to let him catch me staring.

 “This is me” I said, holding up my keys, “thank you again Stiles, you really saved me back there”.

 “Don’t worry about it” he replied, a soft blush on his face. I opened my car door, and threw my bookbag in the backseat. Just before I got in, Stiles turned back to me.

 “You know, I could help you” he said, “I could teach you how to swim”.

 “You’d teach me?” I asked, watching as he nodded. “I’d love that”.

   A few weeks later, Stiles and I had plans to meet at the aquatic center. I walked out of the changing room with my bathing suit on and looked around for Stiles. Luckily, he’d already found me, giving me a very interested up and down look over with his eyes. God, he was cute.

 We got in the pool and my hands started to shake. Stiles must’ve noticed because he came over to me held my hands in his.

 “You’re okay Y/N, I’m here. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you” he reassured.

 Our lesson consisted of Stiles holding my back as I practiced floating my body, treading water and him guiding me through the pool with a swim board. I was feeling more comfortable in the water, and especially more comfortable with Stiles.

 I practiced more and more on my own, becoming more confident with every supportive word from Stiles.

He swam over to me and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“This has been really fun Stiles, I think I actually like swimming now” I told him with a big smile. My eyes flickered down to his plump pink lips and I saw him do the same.

 “I think I like something else besides swimming” he said with a smirk. A few moments later, our lips met, neither of us minding the taste of a little chlorine.

 When our lips pulled apart, we both gasped for air, smiles all around.

“You up for another lesson next week?” I asked with a cheesy grin. Maybe the water isn’t so bad after all.

 Writer’s Note: Hey everyone! I know I haven’t posted much recently, school has been a mess and my family is moving so things are a little hectic. But!! Requests should be opening up in the next few days and I’m going to have a lot more time to write. As always, thank you anon for the request, and I hope you like it! Let me know what you think! (Also I found the gif lol)

[dans-les-fleures]

Memory Lane

“Oh shit, who are you?” His groggy voice croaks out.

You look up from your organization of the clothes you packed for him and your eyes widen when you see him come to. You rush to his side, leaning down to get a good look at him.

“Babe, are you feeling okay?“

He frowns, movements even slower than usual because of the anesthesia. His eyes rake over your features, eyebrows furrowing as he examines how your lashes flutter in confusion and your hair falling around him smells so damn good.

He squints. “Wait what? Babe?"

You laugh, grabbing a chair. The doctor warned about something like this, momentary memory loss or delusion was common for any patients coming off of such heavy anesthesia from a surgery.

He turns to you, and you hand him his crackers and some water. He chews on the plain stuff slowly, still looking up at you in confusion.

“Woah, are you a nurse here?”

You raise and eyebrow and curl a piece of hair behind your ear. Propping your elbow on the side of his bed, you smile down at him, “Uh, I’m your wife, Yoongi.”

He pauses, cracker mid-chew and his slanted eyes turn to you, wide. “Wait, we’re married?!”

You chuckle and nod, guiding the hand that’s holding his cracker back towards his gaping mouth. “Yes, honey. Eat your cracker.”

He catches sight of the ring on your finger and gapes. “Fuuuuck, I’m a genius. Holy shit, did I buy you that?”

You look down at the jewel, a gorgeous round diamond halo embedded in a platinum band studded with smaller ones. It was an obnoxiously gorgeous one, sitting right on top of the plain silver promise ring he gave you on your year anniversary. Smiling down at it and extending your hand out in front of the both of you, you nod. “Mhm, don’t you remember when you dropped it in the sink drain when you proposed?”

He closes his eyes, chewing thoughtfully. “No. Do we have kids?”

“Not yet.”

“Okay I take it back, I’m not a genius. Why haven’t I knocked you up yet?”

Giggling, you help prop him up against the pillows and press a cup of water to his lips, and he drinks with gusto. When you press another saltine cracker against his lips, he cringes away from you with the cutest expression, pouting at the taste.

“I don’t wanna.”

“Yoongi, you have to eat your cracker so that the anesthesia will wear off faster.”

“Hot nurse I don’t know what you are doing to me but I am married.” He holds up his left hand, brandishing his own matching platinum band with two simple grooves in the upper and lower part of the band, wrapped snugly around his finger. Your favorite part about the otherwise simple band was that Yoongi never took it off. Even when he had gigs and other important meetings, or even shows that requested that he model their own choices of fashion and jewelry. Ever.

You chuckle and press the cracker into his mouth when he’s finished speaking. Grunting, his eyes open and send you a glare as he chews on the cracker, eyebrows furrowing at the plainness. “My wife will beat you up.”

You smile thoughtfully. “How is she?”

He closes his eyes, his voice sexily husky and groggier than it is when he wakes up or is trying to seduce you. It’s also a bit slower and muffled, as his tongue weighs heavily in his mouth, but he talks surely, and you notice his speech becoming a bit more clearer as he continues. This was good, because the doctor recommended that he keep talking to help him wake up.

“She’s so hot. And so fucking nice. So fucking nice. And her legs and ass look really good when she wears the heels I bought her but I’ll never tell her because I know they make her feet hurt.”

You giggle at that memory, when Yoongi bought you the prettiest pair of Louboutins in your favorite color for your birthday once and you wore them the following week to a fashion show event he was invited to as his plus one. You were the talk of the night but then he had to piggy back you back to the limo at the end of the night because of the blisters on your heels and soles.

“And also she likes watching deep shit like Your Name or Get Out and secretly I love that because I know Namjoon’s wife still makes him watch Frozen with her and I swear I’ll never babysit his kids again or else I might break every copy of that goddam disney movie.”

“She’s super independent. Did I mention she’s a vet? Like shit if that’s not the epitome of my fucking fantasies then I dunno what is.” He hiccups and you bite back the huge smile on your face to press the cup to his lips and let him gulp more water.

“We fight, sometimes. But I’m happy because she knows who she is now and we don’t fight about identity stuff anymore this far into our marriage. It’s more like endearing shit like ‘you left the toilet seat up’ or ‘get your own goddam milk’ and I fucking live for that shit.”

He chokes on a bit of crumbs from the cracker and explodes in coughs, and you scramble to pat his back and give him some more water. Suddenly his mother scrambles to his side and joins you, helping you refill the cup and caressing his back.

“Ah, mother! When did you get here? You should’ve called, this stuff is so heavy!” You grab the cooler from her, and set it aside, most likely filled with food for you two to eat while here at the hospital. She smiles at you and sits down, gazing down at her son. “You know that means he really likes you.”

You blush, taking the other seat beside her and also gazing down at Yoongi’s still groggy figure chewing slowly on his cracker, oblivious to your conversation. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough to realize he was talking about you and not some other woman.”

You giggle and press another cracker into his hand. She grasps your hand and smiles. “I know he’s not really good at showing it but, he really loves those that he keeps close to him. I’m so happy he married someone like you, someone who draws him out of his little shell. I haven’t seen him so happy, ever. Even when he’s grumpy and in pain.”

You giggle at the way he groans and furrows his brows when you urge him to eat another cracker. Whining, he turns from you and rolls over, his back towards the both of you. The minor surgery from appendicitis had given you a scare but definitely was something turning out to be a milestone in your books. Smiling, you respond.

“I’ve never been this happy either.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? What did I say?”

He turns to you in the passenger seat, as you pull out of the driveway of the hospital.

“Well, you first hit on me, and then you congratulated yourself on marrying me.”

“There’s no way I said that. You’re joking.”

“100% positive Yoongi. I was there.”

“What else did I say?”

“Not much.”

“Are you sure?”

You smile secretly to yourself, giggling as you pull into your home. “Yeah, not much else.”

“Babe, we have literally two minutes to get into the car. Are you ready yet?” He checks his watch, sighing as he fiddles with his cuff links.

“I’m ready!” You appear at the top of the staircase with a gorgeous white blazer and shorts set. You bound down the steps and stop in front of the door to put your shoes on and he notices the high heels he bought you a while ago. He silently watches you smooth back your curled locks and balance a hand on the wall to keep yourself steady as you pull on the suede heels onto your jaw dropping legs. Inwardly he keeps himself from popping a boner right then and there. Three years of marriage and waking up to your bloated sleepy face did nothing to stop his attraction for you. It was the same, the you who woke up in one of his shirts and tiredly shoved your glasses on your face and prepared his coffee or the you who dressed up in designer clothes and spent hours perfecting your already perfect face with makeup and jewelry for Jimin’s third baby shower.

But outwardly he grumbles, “Don’t those shoes give you blisters?”

You smile at him, and he melts. It was the fucking highlight of his day, seeing the way your smile literally lit up his world even brighter than any stage lights or morning suns he’s ever seen. “I can deal with it.”

“To show who?” He rolls his eyes and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he grabs his keys and follows you out the door.

“You, babe.” You turn and sling an arm through the crook of his own, and he clenches his jaw to keep himself from smiling too hard.

“Whatever.” He grumbles as he opens the car door for you and then starts the engine with a scowl. You giggle as you notice the way he only drives with his left hand so that his right is free, and taking the hint, you weave your fingers through his as he merges onto the freeway. He’s still scowling though.

But you love it, and you love him.

He doesn’t love the traditional way others do, with the googly eyes and kisses and sweet words dripping with honey. But you see it in his actions, and anaesthesia-induced speeches, and it was the best you could ask for and ever wanted.

Because he was yours and you were his, and it was all that mattered.

Because you caught a good one there.

Yeah, you’re sure you did.