#also yes i just compared this dude to a pissed off flower let me be

[sneeb-canons]

mind generally feels little to no emotion except sometimes when he just explodes (usually with anger)

Headcanon #59

[hidden-poet]

BESTIE I jumped when I saw a new tag in the warnings… 👀

And I am so late again 😂 but let’s get started 😈

Can I just say… the way you wrote about her time at the mountains, gave me such vivid scenery of the rocky mountains with the cold mountain air. You literally have such a gift of giving a girl all her 5 senses when it comes to reading this masterful world you have created for us!

Well… it’s clear as day that our girl is suffering a bit of Stockholm Syndrome here. She misses being held tight by Coryo, she grew into that habit with him. And when she told Edmund to wrap his arm around her tighter and it not being enough or even comparable to the way Coryo holds her… and now she can’t fall asleep without him 😭

“I want it to be you. Not him.” - Yeah… about that…

Oh our girl wants it BAD with Edmund 😂 she is really out here desperate and fighting for his touch and affection and ouch! He just denied her lmfao 😂 but we know why he did what he did! He’s such a sweetheart for wanting her to heal first and do the deed at the right time and place 🥹🩷

“Coriolanus had made you feel desirable. He performed extraordinary measures just for a kiss.” - Yep! Coryo really messed her up 😂 (in a good way ofc)

You’d rather be Edmund’s doormat than Coriolanus' bride. - Oh! 😳

I’m sorry but I died when Edmund brought her flowers and started apologizing and beg her to not be angry at him because it literally reminds me of my own parents 😂 literally my dad does something that pisses off my mom and she is giving him the silent treatment until he apologizes 😂

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You almost don't recognize him. His hair had grown out, and he wore an expensive red coat instead of his Commander uniform. - AHHH THIS MADE ME BLUSH LIKE AN IDIOT 😂 EEEEK I KNEW HIS HAIR WOULD GROW OUT IN THIS CHAPTER 🤩

AND THE CONSTANT BEGGING AT HIS KNEES! AND HIM GRABBING HER BY THE HAIR TO NOT LET HER SAVE EDMUND! HE IS SO FUCKING EVIL! 😈

Okay now back to the serious stuff!

Edmunds death was absolutely HEARTBREAKING 💔 the way it was written… I started crying for him and his poor mother and little brother 😭 that was definitely such a tragic turn to the story! Okay, now I know why you had to keep Edmund alive at the beginning of the story 😂

“Kiss your mother goodbye, and let’s go.” - DUDE 😑 you didn’t even let her take a breath and you just grabbed her by the hair and took her away from her family and home 😑 our poor girl's mom 😭separated from her AGAIN! I’m just glad her mom and brother are alive tho!

“Mum,” was all you could call out as you pass her. - MY HEART 💔

Coryo is definitely colder now. Especially with the way he’s treating her. No shock there tho.

Dude just shoved her into a booth without any consideration 😂

“Enough,” he tells you. - yes, daddy! But also… really dude? 😑

It was actually so sad seeing her watch from the window being forced to leave her home behind forever 😭

I love how she told him off about him ruining her life and taking everything away from her! LIKE YOU TELL HIM QUEEN 👸

And of course he grabbed her jaw and pushed her head back against the glass 😂 daddy, chill!

“Your mother has joined your brother in the District 12 jail. I would be very careful what you say to me. Did you think this was a game? Did you think I wouldn’t search for you? Wouldn’t find you?” - No, I knew you would hunt me down and catch me which is why I ran in the first place. I am such a whore for a game of cat and mouse 😈

“Whatever this is, it’s finished.” - WHAT A FUCKING DICK. 😑

“You do the slightest thing to displease me and your family will follow Edmund.” - “Do you understand me?” - YES, SIR 🫡

I love how he flinches when she calls him Commander 😂

“You’re still there,” - really dude? 😑

When she quickly stood up before he came to grab her 😂 like jeez, let the girl take a breather 🙄

Damn the bedroom and bathroom is niceee and luxurious, I feel so pampered already. And he really had everything prepared for her to enter the Capitol! She’ll be fine 😂

‘‘Take your clothes off.” Coriolanus demanded. - you come and take it off me 😈

Poor girl thought he was gonna take her right then and there 🥹 I on the hand would not mind one bit 👀

I find it so funny and adorable at how mad he gets when she doesn’t listen to him and he has to forcefully take initiative with her 😂 I would love for this man to yank my clothes off and push me into the shower whilst joining me 😫

I love how he pulls her back under when she moves 😭

Now girl, you know how much of a whore I am with your shower scenes, it is soooo HOT 🫠💦 I just love how he cleans her with the sponge 😫

“Look at you,” he mutters. He scrubs the sponge under your nails to get rid of the dirt that had caked under them. - I would just suck his dick right there.

Damn baby boy needs to chill ✋ he’s going to peel her skin off with scrubbing her so hard 😂 i hate scrubbing my body when i shower and i could literally feel the harsh scrubbing on my skin when i read this lmfao - BUT it was still so hot when he was scrubbing her whole body, especially the when he crouches down and does her thighs and right back up and resting on her hip ughhh 💦

MY GOD WHEN HE WRAPS HIS HAND AROUND HER THROAT AND FORCED HER BACK INTO THE STREAM AGAINST HIM AND HE’S JUST STARING AT HER AND RESTING HIS FOREHEAD STILL AGAINST HER COLLARBONE AND SHOULDER AND BREATHING DEEPLY... HAD ME GOING FERAL UGHHH AND THE SHOWER IS ALREADY SO HOT WITH THE FOG AND HARD TO BREATH, MY GOD 😫

“I am so angry at you,” he said softly. You feel the hand on your throat tighten. - *nervously smiling and trying not to giggle at the same time* 😫

“How could you do that to me?’’ He lifts his head off of you to look you in the eye. - I can't 😑

“Augustus has been opening hospitals and amongst the Capitol people, while I have been chasing you around District 12. Do you have any idea how that made me look?’’ - no but i bet you looked really hot, daddy 🙄

“You’re sorry? Not good enough.” - this man 🤦‍♀️

“I don’t feel as if I have won. I feel as if I have been betrayed.” - omg his ego is soooo bruised rn i can’t with him 😂

When she started sobbing about him killing Edmund and punching his shoulder had me crying 💔😭

“I let him live once. Remember?” - 😑😑😑 - “What made you think I would make the same mistake twice?” - actually… yes 😂 - “Edmund was a good man.” - “And now he’s a dead man.” - 😳😳😳

He clearly is not having it with her this time. This time he means business and is not as ‘nice’ as he was before 😂

“You did,” you wait for him to elaborate as he dresses in his pajamas, “Your letter to your brother. People disappear all the time up there.” - OH SHIT THIS FUCKING SMART MOTHERFUCKER 😳 OH NO SHE MUST FEEL SO MUCH GUILT RN NOOOO

“You know why I can trust you? Because I have your family locked in a cage.” - THE WAY I WAS AT A LOSS FOR WORDS 😳

Well at least he wrapped his arms tightly around her when he went to bed! And our girl finally falling asleep easily after months in HIS grasp only 😈

Aweee he propped a pillow for her so she could sit up 😭

“I have some work to do. Interviews and thank you letters. So, if you decide to come out be quiet.” - No.

Okay the jacket situation. I got so scared when he suddenly came in and demanded the jacket because we all know he’s just gonna throw it out the train like it’s nothing. And her begging him to let her keep it was honestly so heartbreaking 💔 it was also like watching these two play tug of war over the jacket 😂 she’s so cute for trying to keep the jacket safe. Man he’s so rough with her too 😈 and of course he hits her again after she gave was forced to give him the jacket 😭

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This man is so crazy that he smacks her and then brings her tea the next minute 😂 but also… my baby is so cute, but just a psychopath 😭

“They tell me you didn’t have lunch either. Is that your plan? To starve yourself to death before we reach the Capitol?” - Jeez, I wonder why this girl is not eating…? 🤔

“Well I do. I have lots of plans, and you’re through with delaying them. So Sit up and drink your tea.” - oookay 🙄😈

I just love that he helps her sit up!

“You look so different.” - IDK WHY THIS MADE ME BLUSH 🥰

“I am still the same.” - Oh, you mean a psychopath? Then yes, yes you are! A more cold and confident version but i ain’t complaining 😈

“What would you know? You never bothered to get to know me.” - DAMN 😳 she really didn't tho

“Think, think, think. What have I told you about thinking? You’re no good at it. I’ll do it. Now drink your tea.” - I THINK I JUST CAME. AGAIN.

Idk why i started laughing so much when she asked if she'll ever go back to 12 and he just flat out says "No." 😂

“I want that tea finished before I get back.” - YES, SIR 🫡

She’s so cute and REAL for pouring it down the sink lol

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He literally treats her like a doll 😂 moving her around, dressing her up and brushing her hair!

Okay why is this man so rough with the hair brushing? 😂 but he’s also so sweet when massages the spot he hurt 🥹🩷 - “That wouldn’t have happened if you had gotten up at some point.” - and now he scolds us 😑

“There will be cameras when we step off the train. Fashion is very important in the Capitol. You’ll have to get used to not wearing the same dress every day.” - OKAY. RUDE 😑

So hot how he placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder 😫

I can’t imagine how much of a culture shock she has right now. This is a whole new world for her! Poor girl is just so overwhelmed and so out of her element 😭

Ahhh Coryo always having a tight hold on this girl 😫

THE FIRST THING THIS MAN DOES... IS GET MARRIED? She was soooo freaked out too 😭

“Yes. Marriage. Now sign the paper.” His hand curls around yours so you don’t drop the pen. - but…? but...? He is so impatient with her now 😂 I feel so bad for her like give my girl a break 😭

Daddy is so cold and has 0 sympathy for her 😈

“You’ve robbed the Capitol of the wedding of the year, truly!” - OH FUCK YOU, DUDE!

“I think the Capitol will survive.” - YES QUEEN 👸

Idk why I laughed when she started sobbing at the guys excitement for marrying the two of them 😂

“Forgive her. The journey was long.” - 😑😑

At least he has some decency with wiping away her tears, but still has the audacity to tell her to stop crying 😂 and he keeps saying ‘we’re home, our home’ BOY THIS AIN’T HER HOME AND YOU KNOW IT! QUIT IT WITH DELUSIONS 👿

Baby boy is so excited and happy to be finally home with his family 🥹

“Don’t just stand there, child. Come forward, let me take a look at you.” - Oh how I love Grandma’am! I'm actually surprised Grandma’am doesn't hate her because she is District. Especially the last one 😂

Our girl was so overwhelmed by everything happening all at once, that she fainted 😭 Edmund, her mom and brother, her home, the Capitol, the wedding!

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When she wakes up in panic and Coryo quickly pulled her towards him 😂 baby boy is still scared she’ll run away from him 😭

When he keeps saying that’s she’s alright and safe… boy 🙄

My god he’s so needy when she’s panicking and trying to push him away and he just retaliates by grabbing her wrists and forcing them 😂

I feel so bad for our girl. She’s traumatized by Edmunds death and is so scared and just wants to go home 😭

Ngl tho it’s really hot how he just pushed her body towards his chest and just started cradling her tightly in his grasp so she feels asleep in it 😫

Aweee Grandma’am and Tigris are so oblivious to their favorite boys psychotic tendencies 😂

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Baby boy wanting to wear at least one thing that she had a hand in 🥹and not him tearing off his buttons so she could make it brand new again 😂 ughhh he’s soooo needy for her nurture 😫

If you performed an action in the way he wanted, he would give you updates on your family. - Oh, he's sweet but a psycho.... a little bit psycho…

From what you gathered, they were fed and allowed an hour outside together. - this is so sad :(

At least our girl is getting pampered and wearing a wedding-like gown… but this man didn't even compliment on how beautiful she looks, only focused on himself in the mirror 🙄

“Just a few more hours and you’ll be looking at the President of Panam.” - SO HE’S FINALLY FUCKING US TONIGHT?

“Shouldn’t I be the one shaking?” he jokes. - boy… you know damn well you’re for sure winning 🙄

He’s so pouty when she doesn't want to go 😂

“Do I need to remind you that your performance tonight is crucial to your family's survival?” - You know, he’s really starting to piss me off 😑

When he tells her to tell him if anyone mentions she's District and I'm like... yeah... and the person who mentions it will suddenly just disappear without a trace 😂

“As first lady of Panem, you’ll be required to attend performances like these from time to time. I need to know I can trust you not to embarrass me when you do.” - embarrass you…? 😑

I said this before but she is probably so overwhelmed by everything. The crowd, the flashing lights, the scenery, Panem and the new look. This new world is all just so much for her.

Coriolanus leans down to whisper in your ear, “All you have to do is sit down next to Tigris and smile. Can you do that?” - Yes, daddy.

DADDY HAS WON PANEM. President Coriolonus Snow… we salute you 🙇‍♀️

Umm…? Is girly really thinking about making a run for it, right now? Babe, there is no freedom even if you made it to the streets 😂especially with your NEW elected President aka your HUSBAND 😂you gots to STAY PUT.

Look our new President baby boo being scared and making sure not to lose his wife in the crowd 🥹 and so he has to hold on tight to the point of breaking her wrist 😂

He looks back to check on you one or two times but never opens his mouth. - how nice 😑

Confetti had been hidden in his curls. You focused on counting the pieces. - i swear this is so me 😂 I will dissociate from everything and everyone and focus on someones hair and count the confetti pieces on it lmfao

I see his ego has been boosted ever since he grew out his hair and is not the Commander anymore 😂

Oh what i would do to have this man push me up against an elevator wall and assault my lips 😫

HE ACTUALLY PROMISED HER THE APPLE PIE DRINK!!! MY HEART OH MY GOD THE CUTIE PATOOTIE 🥹🩷 so hot that he snatched her fourth one away! He needs her to stay somewhat alert, for later… 😈

“She’s fine, Tigris. I’ll bring her home with me.” - yeah… he want’s ya’ll asleep by the time he gets home so he could fuck his girl without any interruptions 😈

boy leave her alone and let her hug your damn cousin without you squeezing her hand 😭

“You were very well behaved.” - anything for you, daddy 😫

“Snow always lands on top,” he talks softly as he gazes out to the city. - he indeed does, especially on top of me 😈

Now this man is going down on her in the backseat 😂 so so hot tho 🔥 and when he hits her thigh to be quite ughhh 😫 and look at our girl go with grabbing his hair while he’s going at it 👏

Edmund was barely cold in the ground and here you were, being eaten out by the man who killed him. - oh… well yeah… ANYWAY 😃

When the driver opens the door and Coryo quickly pulls it back shut 😂

He pockets her panties? 🥵

LOOK HOW EAGER OUR BABY BOY IS TO GET HER UP TO THEIR BEDROOM AND FUCK HER 😫

Okay It’s actually happening right now… let me compose myself before I get into this beautiful scene 😫 I legit got wet again trying to type this out 😂

Uh oh, when he kisses her past the normal amount she knows what’s about to happen…

“Please, just give this to me. Don’t make me take it.’’ - baby boy… none of this is consensual 😂 I also love how he drags her by the wrists 😫

I go crazy when a guy kisses your hip 😫

“Shut up,” it was less of a command and more of a plea, “Please, shut up.” -  I just came… SOOOO MUCH 🫠💦

“It’s alright. I’ll take care of you.” - ABOUT TIME!

When he finally goes into her… i became a rabid animal, hungry for more 💦😫

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit,” - i don’t care how bad it hurts, do whatever you want to me 🫠💦 i am your little fuckdoll 😫

MY GOD WHEN HE KISSES HER AS SHE WHINES 🫠

Coriolanus tried his best to remain slow, but as he got lost in his own lust, he forgot about your pain. - of course he did 😂 and i love it! As long as he’s inside me, i don’t care about the bruising pain he’s causing me 😫 aaaand the kissing her the whole damn time my godddd!!

“Ah,” he grunts. - I just came again… 🫠💦

Poor girl is so overstimulated rn tho 😂

So hot how he cages his arms around her head and drags a finger down on her face. He really really enjoyed himself here and is on top of the world (literally) 😂

“Welcome to the Capitol, Mrs. Snow. - And thank you, daddy.

Okay. Based on everything that has happened, she seems like she’ll get used to this new life and settle. Because she already had some sort of Stockholm Syndrome up in the mountains when comparing him and Edmund. And I do wonder if he’ll ever move her mom and brother up to the Capitol…

BESTIE!! I know I went too crazy with this one but it’s because it is so well deserved and my god when I tell you I read this at least six times (no joke). What an amazing chapter!! And you know how much of a whore I am for long chapters and this was literally *chefs kiss*

I am so sad that there is only one more chapter left 🥹🩷 but at least we still have S. Lands on Top (I can’t wait for our sass queen Mabel to return, because I missed her way too much) and I saw you’re doing another Coryo fic 👀 AND a Billy the Kid one (super excited for that one because I know it’s gonna be sooo sooo good)!!

CAN'T WAIT FOR S. LANDS ON TOP NEXT HEHEHE 🩷

HELLO BESTIE!

As always you smash it ❤️

I actually feel so bad for the reader. Not only is she in an entirely new world (as you said) but the person who brought her is acting like a dick towards her.

Coriolanus has gotten every thing he wanted. He’s back with his family in the capitol with his girl. His president! Married! Mans on a high right now.

You could see him become ‘nicer’ by the end of the chapter but I don’t think he will ever fully trust her again.

You’re the first one to pick up on the driver and the door 🫡 he didn’t want the driver to see the reader in that’s state.

Did you like the part where he hummed the song his mother used to sing? I thought it was so cute that he used to sing it when he was academic under pressure 😭😭

One thing I did pick up on is that you like dark dark fiction 😈😈😈 I think you’ll really like the next chapter of S.lands on top……

So glad you liked this chapter!

I’ll see you in the next chapter of S.lands on top!

[satansphatass]

Cold - Technoblade

Hello - this is my first post so if you see this follow me because I crave human validation 😎👍

I originally posted this on wattpad but nobody was interacting so I’m posting it here :)

Word count: 1800

Trigger Warnings:  Blood/injuries

Pronouns: They/Them

Platonic/Angst/Whump

Summary: Y/n is injured and caught out in a snow storm - will anyone reach them in time?

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The snow stung against y/n's skin, they were starting to become numb all over from a combination of blood loss and the cold. They had been trekking along since the end of the war in L'manburg; which wasn't ideal seeing as they had been pierced by a piece of debris from the explosion.

The shock of Wilbur and Techno's betrayal stung more than the physical pain itself - they needed to get away, have a fresh start. They didn't tell anyone they were leaving and they doubted anyone had even noticed. Y/n had no clue where they were going and had had the misfortune of ending up in the snow.

The cold was really starting to have an effect on their body, their skin had a waxy look to it and they were shaking like a leaf due to the lack of a jacket - again, another big mistake on their part. If they didn't find anywhere dry and warm soon they feared that they would either bleed out or freeze to death - neither of which were very nice options. Their crisp white shirt was soaked through with crimson, they weakly tried pressing their hands up against the wound only for them to come away slick with blood.

As they pushed themselves up from the ground a spark of pain shot through their body causing them to sink even deeper into the snow; on second thoughts, maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad - the snow was nice and comfy after all. They curled up and slowly lost consciousness.

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Techno continued on his horse Carl, searching for his home that had secretly been in the works for months, it was hidden far away from L'manburg - he doubted that they wanted to see him after the little stunt that him and Wilbur had pulled. It was located by a village in a snowy land that he had just entered; he pulled his large cloak closer to him, it was thick and kept him warm even during the harshest winters.

He was starting to approach the forest near his home when he saw a small pink stain to his right, thinking it could be an animals print he approached. He jumped off of Carl and peered down at it - it looked to be a footprint, but nobody knew where he lived. That wasn't right.

He peered up to see more going up over a snow mound, he followed the trail to see them getting crisper and darker, they eventually joined together to make a continuous line of blood - these were clearly fresh, but the question was, who or what had caused them?

He made it to the top of the mound and looked down to see the trail lead to a large crimson stain against the fresh snow. He picked up speed and saw a mop of (hair length and colour) hair - he recognised that, it was y/n. What on earth where they doing out here?

He ran towards them in a state of panic - how long had they been here?! He fell to his knees beside them and flipped them onto their back. Their skin had a greyish-blue tint to it and frost had formed on their eyebrows and lashes. He unclasped his cloak and went to scoop them up when he was suddenly hit by the severity of the situation - they were bleeding out fast, like REALLY fast. He pushed his hands against the wound; even their blood was ice cold. He felt something nudging his shoulder and whipped around to see Carl by his side.

He weighed out his options and carefully wrapped them up in his cloak, the deep red a stark contrast to the fresh snow. He sat atop of Carl and rode into the forest with them in his arms. The silence was all of a sudden eerie and crushing compared to the peace he felt from it earlier. The trees sped past him in a blur and he finally made it to his quaint wooden cottage, he tumbled to the ground in a panic and dismounted y/n from his noble steed.

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Y/n lay there in the snow: it seemed more solid than before, and warmer, and- where were they? This definitely wasn't how they remembered it, the cold was no longer wrapping its death grip fingers around them, they no longer felt stinging on their front - infact they felt pressure wrapping round their middle.

They forced their eyes open slowly, that really did not help with the pounding in their skull. They gazed around the room, they could faintly make out a shape in the corner - it looked to be a rapier, they weren't interested in getting on this persons bad side. They didn't know where they were and were starting to panic - who had done this?

They could make out the faint shape of bandages by their waist, unfortunately their shirt was still stained - whoever had done this couldn't have even cleaned their shirt or something smh. Pick a struggle.

They pulled the blanket closer to them, it was very comfortable; it was quite heavy and had a fur trim around the edge almost like Techno's--

Nononono- they couldn't be here. He had betrayed everyone. They had trusted him - to some extent anyways. They sat up abruptly - not smart. They let out a gasp of pain, the dark threatened to consume their vision. They placed a hand on the edge of the mattress to steady themself. After much trial and error they managed to sit upright.

They calmed themselves enough to take another look around the room. There were a few worn maps on the walls showing L'manburg and its surrounding areas - their heart ached at the sight of the familiar structures; party island, the podium, the various towers dotted all over the land - all gone, all blown up.

There was a small fire illuminating the dark room, and also the mass on the floor. Their blood ran cold - colder than it already was anyways - y/n had hoped for some time to leave before he got back. Luckily he was asleep on the floor and was a relatively deep sleeper. They slowly but surely pushed themselves up from the bed and wobbled towards the door, leaning on the walls for support. This was perfect, they would be able to make it away before he even woke up!

"What are you doing?"

Ah- turns out he wasn't a deep sleeper, that was a fatal flaw in the plan.

They slowly turned around to see a sleepy but amused Technoblade stood in the middle of the room staring at them.

"Uhh- I was going on a walk." 👀🤠

"Is that so?"

....

"Yup."

They started aggressively coughing, the speaking hurting their cold and sore throat.

"Get back in bed, you need to rest," >:(

"I'm fine, I don't need to rest - resting is for the weak."

"Everyone has to rest, even I rest."

"That's because your weak."

He stared them in the eyes, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

👁👄👁

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeh."

"Get in bed."

"No."

"Yes."

It went on like this until he started to walk towards them - slightly pissed off. He picked them up and placed them onto the bed.

"I don't need to rest!"

As soon as they said that, coughs wracked their body.

"You sure about that?"

They quickly tried to sit up to run off while his guard was down - but he pushed them back down as soon as they attempted anything. He held their arms down so that they couldn't escape, they tried wriggling free but to no avail. They quickly gave up.

"As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily."

"What are you talking about- I'm" their sentence was interrupted by more coughing "-super -strong"

He gave them a skeptical look not buying a word of their bullshit.

"I'm gonna go get you some water for that cough, you stay right here - okay?"

They nodded.

He walked off and climbed down the ladder.

They crawled out of the bed, ignoring his very clear rules and made their way over to the map of L'manburg on the wall. They stroked the coarse paper littered with so many of their favourite places - the forest where they liked to make flower crowns for everyone, the cliff top where they could think about life and how it's so very meaningless. 😶

Y/n sunk to the floor; tears threatening to spill from their eyes. It was so unfair, a beautiful nation destroyed by power hungry people. They had no idea whether Wilbur was still alive, they never saw him after the explosion. They missed him, they missed the land before the government - where they would all dance to Wilbur's songs around the campfire speaking nothing of governments and laws.

"Y/n?"

Techno walked up behind them and hesitantly placed a hand on their back, not knowing what to do because, social situations are awkward dude - am i right?

"You good?"

They whipped around slamming their fist into his chest in a futile attempt to hurt him,

"It's all your fault!" They said through tears, "We trusted you!"

He took their fists in his hands, staying silent while they had their tantrum. They soon grew tired; slumping into his chest, staining his shirt with their tears. They stayed their for a while, his embrace warm but his attitude still cold.

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I did not proof read so if there is a section that got deleted or some shit then just let me know 🧍‍♂️

Please send me requests people (no smut/nsfw) - make sure to include pronouns pls.

[ashtonq247]

Kaminari Denki headcannons!!

Bc it’s his bday and I love him (this will not cover his fam bc I switch between backstories with him so much that I just have no clue)

Buckle up bc this is a very long post I did not mean to get this deep lol

Let’s start with the most obvious- he makes friends easily, but I’m not just talking other students, I’m also talking the staff. This boy makes friends with the janitors and the lunch ladies and even the teachers!! He also makes friends with the security bots and pranks them a lot

This stems from him wanting ppl to like him. I think this bc of the fact that his character sheet says he likes all things “trendy” - I think he rlly wants to be known as the cool guy bc he is rlly insecure of himself

And as much as I think he is very trendy, I also think he is a big literature nerd! I believe he is more likely to listen to audio books tho, but I’m not entirely 100% sure though. He tries to keep this underwrap, but eventually he does join momo’s book club and brings completely different analysis to the table :D

He is just generally into the arts (we see this in cannon- he plays guitar, is seen drawing Aizawa, references Hemingway) so I see him as a more creative guy rather than a logically minded dude

This boy has adhd, anxiety, and dyslexia and dyscalcula (he was able to work through dyslexia bc he read so much, but still has problems with his dyscalcula) and this causes issues for him in school. He also a HUGE procrastinator. He often feels stupid and dumb bc if it (also doesn’t help that even his friends joke abt it too, but as long as it’s just a joke he shouldn’t make a big deal abt it right??)

I say he has anxiety because of the way he reacts to when he is training- always panicking and frying his brain. I think what stans between him and being rlly op is his anxiety and view of himself

Speaking of him frying his brain, I headcannon he has litchenburg figures, which if u don’t know r these rlly cool scars that look kinda like branches with what kinda looks like flowers so cool tbh, and BEFORE u say “he obviously doesn’t have them cannonly” let me just say that his quirk affects his brain cannonly!! It’s not weird for it to also affect his skin!!! I think he might have had litchenburg figures if they were more commonly known as it is a very cool thing tbh

I also think that bc his brain gets impacted by his quirk, sometimes his nerves get impacted too. This means he sometimes can’t taste food (and he doesn’t eat it when he can’t taste it, which pisses Bakugo off) and he also can’t feel things as well (I believe the class figures this out after Denki went to poor himself some tea but didn’t know the kettle was still rlly hot and so he grabbed it not knowing he was burning himself until he handed it over to someone who then dropped the pot bc it was so hot- needles to say he had to go to recovery girl that day)

He has never been to the aquarium bc as a child he had terrible control over his quirk and that made ppl nervous to put him near water (he goes as a teen with the bakusquad and is absolutely floored- his favorite creatures are of course all the sting rays, jelly fish, and electric eel- cue bakusquad comparing him to the brainless jellyfish)

He also doesn’t know how to swim till he was in middle school (once he was in better control of his quirk he went out and learned to swim on his own bc he had to learn how if he wanted to be a hero u know? He never quit got the hang of it tho)

Storms make him very energized and his already low ability to focus worsens. Prone to accidentally zapping ppl. He mostly stays in his room when storms happen bc he doesn’t want to hurt ppl/ wreck electronics on accident. He doesn’t even get to chat with friends on the phone bc he would wreck it so storms get rlly lonely :(

Also is basically a lightning rod. It hurts bc of how forceful it is, but it’s also not that big of a deal to him

Is prtty forgetful unfortunately due to all the times he fried his brain. It’s something he really tries not to think about

He probs can’t sleep very easily due to all his energy

He hates frying his brain bc it’s very hard to understand what’s going on when he does. Everything is a lot more sluggish and things are simultaneously way too much and he gets hyper sensitive and at the same time his senses are also very groggy and weird. It’s over all a bad time, but he got used to it

Whenever he fried his brain instead of being all wheyyy and thumbs upy he use to act more vegetative which rlly freaked ppl out so he eventually learned to get to where he is now when he fries his brain

Kids use to take advantage of his whey mode and do pranks on him which often got him hurt, but he never rlly felt it at first so he didn’t mind to bad. As long it was just joking and they were having fun right??

Time for happy ones!! His favorite foods (besides burgers, those r his favorite cannonly) all have some coralation with memes (speggeti tacos, mac n cheese, “chonky” milk, chicken nuggy, etc)

He is a meme lord yes

Stans pikachu (obvi)

U cannot convince me that he doesn’t paint his nails black, maybe with a little lightning bolt on his middle finger. This boy cannonly wears a choker common

He does face masks with Mina!! I believe he cares abt his looks greatly, and does beauty routines with Mina all the time. I’m constantly switching btween wether or not he owns it, or is a bit insecure and tries not to show this side to much to the boys

Why does this show not give him skinny jeans?? I mean common his entire style calls for skinny jeans. Maybe it’s Japan fashion or smth bc if it was in America he’d have skinny jeans bc it’s the trendy thing u know

Cannot cook. Can barely work the microwave. Claims unmarked food and eats it at midnight

Has a lot of weird info stored in his brain- how weather works, psychology stuff, weird facts abt bees, etc- that he learns randomly, never rlly trying to learn them but it sort of just happens u know. This frustrates Bakugo and jirou to no end bc he knows all these useless facts about how 1,200,000 mosquitos is all it takes for them to all at once drain a human of all their blood in a second, but not about how to work the pathagorean theorem

Idk why I think this (and it’s a popular headcannon too), but he knows at least 3/4 languages. It just suits him?? Bc he is a ppl person??? I don’t know??

Gets major test anxiety

Teachers either love him or hate him no in between. A lot of his elementary teachers absolutely hated him and would tear him down by calling him stupid and annoying. In middle school when he learns to control his quirk better, teachers rlly liked him- in the way that class clown trouble makers are liked by teachers. He may not excel in his class but he is a pretty funny dude.

He is constantly either underestimated or overestimated. Kaminari himself does this as well. It’s part of the issue with his hero training

Cats do not like him. They may like being petted bc if the static electricity, but when Kami pets cats he just absorbs the static- no pleasure :(((- or he accidentally has too much static electricity. If so then only tge rlly fluffy cats like him. Either case, shinsou finds a cat that likes kaminari as well and it is very cute :33

THE class prankster. Even on the teachers! The death glare Aizawa gave him on the one time prancing him worked is one kaminari will never forget (he still tries to prank him despite this lol)

Constantly teasing Bakugo as a way to press his buttons. It’s debatable on wether or not this helps bakugo’s anger issues

He is the wingman between Bakugo and Kirishima change my mind!!

Also mandatory kaminari is bisexual headcannon bc he rlly gives me those vibes. I think he doesn’t know yet that he’s bisexual, and when he thinks a fellow bro is hot he thinks he’s just admiring his bro u know. Maybe even thinks he is jealous. He does flirt with all genders tho mostly as a joke. He draws dicks as jokes but he always puts a little too much detail in them for him to rlly be straight

Can be used as a defibrillator as long as he can focus

Honestly there’s so much stuff kaminari has the potential to do with his quirk it’s a shame the manga/anime doesn’t use it

Like I rlly want to see him use his quirk in training to blow out all the lights in a building so he can use it for his advantage

That’d be badass

Also his quirk makes him very hard to be caught when their training. He can slip out of ppls grasp easily with a shock, and he also just has good reflexes in genral (I think this is cannon). Cue class 1-a running around trying and failing to catch him lol. Their best bet is to get him to fry his brain :(

He was popular in school before UA bc of his quirk and bc of how charming and easy to get a long with he is. This lead a lot of his friends to be very shallow. He didn’t rlly think about wether or not someone was trying to be his friend or not, he just liked being liked. This lead him to his whole liking trendy things, and he often felt that if he wasn’t seen as cool or funny his friends would all leave him. His whole rlly liking to talk thing caused a lot of ppl to think he was annoying at times, but he was never rlly able to lose that trait

The bakusquad was the first friend group he got rlly close too. He felt he can be himself around them and be the crackhead he was always meant to be. He still always concerned about wether they might leave him if he’s too annoying bc of anxiety but he’s getting better :)

He is a bringer of chaos and that’s part of his charm! Never dull with Denki around. He’s always doing the weirdest stuff, and ever since Mina, Kiri, and Sero, this has only doubled!

He is always calling Momo a genius (bc she is) and they are rlly good friends

Is an unofficial emo squad member (just look at his hero costume)

A sinnamon roll I’m srry but he ain’t a cinnamon roll. He has a dirty mind lol

Peepee jokes

Probably does tik tok dances I’m sorry

Nintendo fan for life

Xbox or PlayStation?- “Nintendo wut u mean”

Abbreviates so much it’s kinda hard to read,. Like if u thought I was bad this boy is soo much worse

It’s kinda ironic bc he has a very large vocabulary lol

He only uses it when he’s being sassy or very passionate

Mixes his gen z lingo with his big brain vicab to create atrocities of sentences

”bro the rise of the proletariat is lit tbh”

He is the worst to text with. He gives Bakugo aneurysms

Yeet yote to be yoted

3am shower thoughts

Unpopular opinion: i don’t think he likes weed. It probs reminds him too much of his whey mode

He’s a good strategist, but let’s the other team members think of the plans bc of insecurity, and otherwise his anxiety causes his smartness to shut down

Very good at zoning out. Sometimes he accidentally zones out so hard during class he misses the entire lesson and is only brought out bc of the school bell. Aizawa is best at snapping him out of it

Tbh I don’t think UA would be good with mental health. You’d think they’d hire a professional therapist or smth, but maybe it’s bc hero’s are so glorified ppl don’t ever think about these issues

I doubt the teachers had very good teacher training u know

We’ve mostly seen young heroes. I bet that’s bc they die so often, and if they don’t die in battle the mental health issues that stem from trauma and the media’s pressure are such an issue that it’s not uncommon for hero work to have high suicide rates

Anyway I’m starting to lose track of things thanks for coming to my ted talk I think I’ll stop here

[romancingromanoff]

I See The Stars (Carol Danvers x femme reader)

Fluffytown trip for when the reader feels insecure about dating Carol when they’re just a normal human.

Congratulations, on behalf of the Admissions Committe we would like to offer you a place-

“YES!” you try to muffle your scream but let yourself at least fist punch the air before standing up to look over your cubicle walls and make sure nobody heard you. Looking at the clock it read 4:37, so you only had a little over twenty minutes before you could get off work and celebrate. And you knew that the first person you were going to tell was your girlfriend.

You half skip-jogged your way out from the elevator and pushed your way past the crowds of New York commuters flooding into the streets at five. Rushing down the subway steps you almost dropped your card you were just shaking with so much excitement and energy. The ride uptown had no unexpected stops or breakdowns, thank God, and you soon made it to your stop at the Wakandan Consulate. Coming up from the ground, a gasp from a nearby crowd caught your attention and you looked up to see what they were watching with a fat grin on your face. Even after six months of dating, you still got butterflies in your stomach watching your girlfriend fly around like a real life fireball. You watched her land on the roof of the consulate where some other people were waiting for her before quickly trying to cross the street to run up there and greet her yourself.

“I like the feel of it,” Carol remarked lifting up her arms and admiring how lightweight yet sturdy the new vibranium made suit she was wearing held up.

“I am glad that you do,” T’Challa smiled obviously pleased with how impressed she was. “We can also customize the colors of course. My sister, Shuri, has already come up with a few different template ideas.”

“Great, I’d love to take a look at them,” she nodded when the sight of a familiar looking little person running towards her caught her eye. “Hey baby!” she exclaimed as you ran into her arms and she lifted you up and spun you around.

You have her a quick peck on the lips before she set you down. “I got in!” you squealed and she immediately spun you around some more making you laugh. “Oof, watch the dress though,” you didn’t want the neckline slipping down anymore than it already was. At least, just not in public.”

“Sorry, but I knew you would! They’d be stupid not to take you!”

“Well, having a girlfriend that’s actually seen a black hole helps out a lot too.” You were an aspiring astro-physicist and now a soon-to-be PhD student at MIT as of thirty minutes ago. Your work primarily centered around black hole research which is why you first bombarded Carol with a load of questions that first day Tony had introduced you two. You were usually super nervous around cute girls but the nerd in you just took over and began rambling once you found out who she was. Eventually, Carol actually got so aggravated by your nonstop talking that she had to shush your lips with her finger and said, “Can you just be quiet for a second so I can get your name and ask you out on a date?” You has been utterly mortified, shocked, and flattered at the same time.

“Can we go grab some milkshakes to celebrate?”

There was a small retro diner that you’d been wanting to go try with your girlfriend. It had everything from the jukebox to the workers in paper hats to the neon lights, and, most importantly it was said to make the biggest milkshakes ever.

“I’m so sorry babe,” Carol frowns sadly. “There’s an emergency on a dwarf planet a couple of light years away from here that I need to go take care of. I won’t be back till the day after tomorrow at the earliest.”

“Oh,” you were trying so hard to hide the disappointment in your voice. “I totally understand, go save the universe sweetie.”

“Cool. I’ll let you know if I spot any black holes along the way,” she offers and you just smile as best as you can. “Oh, and can you help pick out my new suit design for me? You’re the only one I trust, babe.”

And just like that, her entire body glowed gold and she shot up through the sky and beyond the planet’s atmosphere faster than the speed of light. As you continued to watch her till she was nothing but the size of a pushpin, your phone in your pocket vibrated and you pulled it out. Your phone case was one of those clear ones you had just picked up off of a street vendor in China town for about 3 bucks but it never failed to make you smile because behind it with some dried up flower petals from cherry blossom season was your favorite polaroid picture of you and your girlfriend. Looking at it you longed for those days when Carol didn’t have to keep checking the clock or her messages to check for some galaxy wide emergency.

Your best friend had texted you asking about your admissions decision. But aside from the one message, the rest of your evening was pretty uneventful which left you and your thoughts all alone for some serious over-thinking time. You decided to walk back home most of the way since you had nothing better to do and when you got to your apartment you mechanically heated up some leftovers, sat on your couch and browsed through shows on Netflix before finally settling on the one you just rewatch over and over, then eventually passed out some time in the early morning. So when you woke up the next day, not only were your eyes extremely groggy but you also smacked your tongue at that familiar taste of overnight breath. In the bathroom you accidentally dropped your toothbrush so you ran out to a drugstore on your block to buy a new one. You really only needed one, but if you bought four in a pack then it would save you money in the long-term and you just couldn’t decide between those two options.

“Hey! I don’t got all day, lady!” a grouchy old man barked at you to make a decision and stop blocking the aisle. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled still half-awake just grabbing for the one toothbrush. As you paid for it and began to walk back to your apartment a really terrible thought dawned upon you. Was this your actual life? How was it that your girlfriend was out single-handedly saving different planets while the most impactful thing you had done today was piss off a cranky old dude? You just felt so useless compared to Carol; the idea of being so painfully normal made you question why she had even been interested in you in the first place.

“Shit,” you said opening your bag and realizing that you’d actually grabbed a children’s toothbrush. It was purple and had Skye on it from Paw Patrol but at this point you couldn’t care less. The stupid toothbrush had just helped you get through the greatest obstacle you’d had in the past two weeks. It was absolutely humiliating imagining how stupid and insignificant your problems were compared to your girlfriend’s. You just couldn’t see how she took you seriously with your lowly, mundane problems. 

“Babe, you would not believe the size of the army I just fought. One blast and I vaporized an entire ship!” Carol said entering your shared apartment to find you with your arms crossed on the kitchen table. In front of you was a bunch of scrapbooks you had been staring at all night. But what she noticed was weird was that while you were looking at all of the cut out newspaper headlines and epic shots of her that had made the news there was only one picture of yourself up there. It was a polaroid that had been taken of you when you won $1000 from a scratch ticket. In the picture you were holding it up all excited and Carol personally loved how cute you looked in it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” she could tell something was up. Her girlfriend was just not in her usual chipper mood and she seemed awfully down wearing her grey sweatpants that matched the dark circles under her eyes.

Carol rests her hand on your shoulder but turn and walk away not brave enough to face her. “You do all of this amazing stuff everyday like it’s no big deal. You have powers and have been to places that I probably can’t even dream about they’re so complicated. I just don’t understand why you’d be interested in me - just a normal human. I mean, it’s not even like I have special powers like your other friends and could ever keep up with you.”

“Y/N, that’s not important to me.”

“No, Carol, you don’t understand. I can’t even let you pick me up and fly me around with you because I have freaking asthma. I just feel like you’re always grounded because of me and I just hold you down when you could be doing so much more with anyone else.”

“Listen to me,” the blonde kneeled down next to your seat and took your hands into hers with a fierceness and look of determination in her eyes. She wanted you to take her words very seriously. “I love you for you. There’s nothing that you have to prove to me because I already fell in love with the girl who’s extremely smart when, frankly, I rush into bad decisions; the girl who’s patient with me when I’m quick-tempered; the girl who’s selfless when I’m arrogant; and the girl who also loves me for more than just being able to shoot fire out of my fists. You hate thinking that you keep me grounded? Y/N, you’re the only one that keeps me sane most of the time! Before I met you I was so lost and had no idea where my place was in the universe, but you brought me back down to Earth and reminded of where I belong and who I am. Nobody else can do that.”

You sniffle because even though you’ve been telling yourself for the past few days that you’re not special at all, only Carol can make you feel this way. Only she can make you feel like you’re the only person in the universe that matters.

“I need you, you dork,” she snorts playfully pulling on your hands. “Without you I’m just Captain Marvel to everyone else and to myself. You helped bring back the girl that I’ve always been: Carol. She wouldn’t be here without you. I wouldn’t be here without you,” she gently cups your cheek in her hand and you notice its still a bit warm and cooling down, but that just shows you how intensely she’s feeling these feelings for you. 

She moves her lips up to plant a small kiss on your forehead (which have always been a favorite of yours and hers) before moving down to take your lips into her own with a gentleness she rarely shows to other people. This softer side of her is just reserved for you; only you can tame her when her flame gets to be too wild and you cry into the kiss just thinking about what she’s trying to show you with her light, considerate touches. But she’s also more than welcome to deepen it when you start letting your own feelings of passion take over and you speed up the pace. There really is a beautiful balance between the two of you that you don’t plan on messing up ever.

[shirtlesssammy]

4x14: Sex and Violence

Then:

Sam’s being seduced by the dark side.

Now:

We open with a happy couple going through the joys of settled marital bliss. Or at least a couple where the husband comes home late from work, the wife makes plans without his input, and the husband becomes dangerously angry --and by dangerously angry, I mean he takes a meat tenderizer and smashes his wife’s brains with it. Joy.

Because I’m not passing this up without a screenshot, here’s a rare shot of Bby Dean all tucked in and sleeping in what appears to be sleepwear. A rare sight in the wild.

He wakes to see Sam on the phone with someone, but quickly acts like he’s asleep when he realizes Sam’s not on the up and up. Sam “wakes” him with a case!

They head to interview the husband, who’s now in jail.

The husband explains that he killed his wife because she made plans without telling him. He knew what he was doing, but he doesn’t know why he did it. He loved her. They were happy. The boys bring up some dodgy credit card charges. The man admits to going to a strip club and meeting Jasmine. She was everything. He killed his wife for Jasmine. He takes full blame for what he did to his wife. Sidenote: The camera work is really interesting...so many extreme close-ups and cuts.

At Dr. Cara Robert’s office, Agent Stiles (I’m assuming it’s not Harry…) shows up for some questions about the three men who killed their wives. She reveals that all three men had high levels of oxytocin --the love hormone. Sam’s hitting it off with Dr Cara when Interrupting Squirrel arrives. (Side-side-side-note: I just looked up who Stiles and Murdock were. They were the characters from Route 66. Murdock is portrayed by an actor named George Maharis. And here I always thought George Michael Bluth’s fake name was an original goofball name. Oof. Arrested Development is the show that just keeps giving.) Dean turns on his “charm” but she only has eyes for Sam.

They boys head out, but not before Sam can get in one more bit of flirting. Dr Cara is smitten.

(For a one-off liaison for Sam, I LOVE THEM.)

Dean’s research revealed that each man’s story played out the same way, but they all fell for a different woman from the strip club.

Sam and Dean head to the Honey Wagon strip club for research that night. Dean gets nowhere with the club’s owner. No paperwork, all independent workers. Sam talked with Bobby, who suggests they’re dealing with a Siren. They’re beautiful creatures that prey on men, and entice them with their siren song. Dean’s song: Welcome to the Jungle. “So they shake their thing, and the guys zombie out?” (Side-note: SPOILER...Dean’s siren IS A MAN. I don’t want to jump ahead but I CAN’T WRAP MY HEAD AROUND THIS WHOLE EXPLANATION, AND THEN CONTINUE ON WITH THE “DEAN’S TOTES STRAIGHT” BULLSHIT THIS SHOW IS FEEDING US.) “Whatever floats the guy’s boat?” “So it can be the same chic, morphing into different dream girls?” Just as the brothers are lamenting the fact that it’ll be nearly impossible to locate the siren, one worker takes a client outside.

He takes her home for sexy-time, but not before checking in on his infirm mother. Later, she passively aggressively asks him to kills his mom so he can be with her forever. Then she just aggressively suggests he bash her brains in so they can be together. (Side-note: If this example of the siren working its wiles on a dude and his mom is supposed to show the “familial” side of the situation to parallel Sam and Dean, uh, the SIREN IS STILL SEXY-TIME for the dude even if the person they’re making them kill isn’t a significant other.)

While at their motel, doing a little research, Dean has a chance to check out Sam’s phone. He calls the one unknown number, only to hear Ruby on the other end. He hangs up, pissed. Sam arrives and Bobby calls in information.

Bobby mentions that the siren injects the men with some kind of toxin. But if the siren gets any of the toxin, they’ll die.

The boys head back to the hospital to meet with Dr. Roberts. Sam is hoping to get a sample of the Oxytocin. THE FLIRTING IS OUT OF CONTROL, FOLKS.

They’re interrupted by another FBI agent, Nick Monroe. There’s some FBI badge measuring. Dean and Nick look each other up and down and introduce themselves. There’s some staring (LISTEN, I’m just going off what the camera work is telling me, ok?) And Interrupting Moose, off-screen, tries to get in on the intro-fest. There’s some more FBI measuring, and Nick stares at Dean the whole time while Sam answers the questions. I mean, this is a master scene in heteronormativity. Nick calls the brother’s boss to check their credentials. Bobby, busy frying up lunch, puts everything in order.

Nick lays a theory on them all: all the attackers were hooking up with strippers from the same club. Sam and Dean bask in feelings of superiority because...DUH. Dean’s ready to be a “lone wolf” but Sam tasks him with occupying Nick instead.

It’s okay, though, because Nick is 100 billion percent into Dean(‘s car).

At the strip club, Dean’s not even watching the women (for pleasure OR for the case). He’s drinking and comparing music nerd levels with Nick.

There are “not a lot of Feds as cool as us,” Dean says, totally suavely. Totally, Dean! Finally, they get around to talking about the case. Nick pulls out further evidence that he collected...it’s a baggie with flowers matching the ones in Dr. Cara’s office. According to Nick, similar flowers have been found at every crime scene. He suggests that it’s the signature move of a serial killer. (Sorry, Nick, but Sam’s the one heavily into serial killer talk.)

Back with Sam and Dr. Cara-of-the-insidious-flowers, they’re reviewing security footage to find out who stole the blood samples from the attackers. It’s a no-go, though. Someone has already doctored the tapes. Sam tells her that he suspects a cover-up of the killings and that the men were drugged. Otherwise, why would they kill their victims in the first place? “Haven’t you ever been in a relationship where you really love somebody and still kind wanted to bash their head in?” Dr. Cara...keepin’ it real.

She pulls out alcohol to share from a cabinet in her office. (She’s clearly working through some issues of her own, poor bean.) When Dean calls she encourages Sam to ignore his phone call. It’s adult time now, baby. She can’t stop thinking about Sam’s lips, for example.

I’m sure I speak for Boris when I say:

Later, Sam heads back to the hotel room, accompanied by foreboding music. Dean’s not there, though. He’s driving in the Impala, and feeling disappointed in Sam. When they talk on the phone, Dean drops all his latest facts:

Sam’s ignoring Dean’s phone calls

Dr. Cara has hyacinths on her desk - which ties into the Grecian island where the siren myth originated

Her ex-husband is an ex because he’s DEAD, JIM

Also, why is Sam a jerk

Dean thinks Cara is the siren and he angrily asks Sam why he keeps hooking up with monsters. You’ll learn the allure of the supernatural someday, Dean. Maybe in just a few minutes in fact.

Dean enlists Nick’s help in canvassing for Dr. Cara. Nick finds her at a bar (poor, grieving Dr. Cara) and he and Dean stake out the late night dive.

In the car, they share swigs of a flask. Nick suggests that the poison might be entering the men through the saliva. Dean and Nick stare at the flask. “You really shoulda wiped the lid on that before you drank from it, Dean.”

Nick, who is totally the siren, tells Dean that Sam’s just a barrier to their relationship who needs to be removed. Nick can be like the brother that Sam’s failing to be. (Stares into the distance and thinks about labels.)

At the hotel room, Sam walks into an ambush. Dean holds a knife to his throat, while Nick delivers his villain speech. Yes, it is HE who has been driving men to kill others. “Maybe I got exactly what I wanted. I got Dean.” The siren reveals that he loves the hunt. He loves falling in love over and over again.

Nick squirts poison into Sam’s mouth. “Whoever survives can be with me forever.”

Sam and Dean, both under Nick’s control, turn to each other to...talk about their issues? The knife fighting comes later, clearly. Dean tells Sam that he’s changed, and lets him know that he knows about the calls to Ruby. Sam launches off of the Ruby subject and tells Dean that he’s too weak to fight Ruby. “You're too busy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Whining about all the souls you tortured in hell. Boo hoo.” DAMN, SAM. They fight - physically this time - and end up in the hallway.

As Dean is about to bring down an ax that he’s taken from the wall, Bobby appears! He jabs a bronze knife into Dean’s shoulder, throws the knife, and kills the siren. Damn, Bobby <3

Bobby lovingly chastises them later as they drink around their cars. According to Bobby, “Agent” Nick was clearly a big faking fake who fakes.

Dean asks if Sam will say goodbye to Cara but...nope. Sam’s just gonna blow outta town. (I think Dr. Cara mostly just wanted an uncomplicated hookup anyway, so likely for the best.) We leave the episode with awkward feelings all around. They’re “good” with each other but there’s a narrator voice intoning, “They were not, in fact, good.”

Whisper Quotes about Love:

Dude, you totally c-blocked me.

Strippers, Sammy, Strippers. We are on an actual case involving strippers.

Hey, I read.

For a fed, you’re not a total dick.

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[casseythebee]

“You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.”  Destiel one shot

Prompt: “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.” Summary: After Castiel catches Dean flirting with a, quite frankly gorgeous, girl at a bar he tries to give him the silent treatment, for the first time. Pairing: Dean x Castiel (Destiel) Words: 1.2k-ish Warning: language, mostly fluff, and my shitty writing like usual A/N: I kind of added myself into the story, but with a bit of a name change, whoops. This is a prompt for “Elliana’s 400 Followers Fanciful Fluff Challenge” @thehoneybeecastielfollows hope I win *crosses fingers* 

(this is not my gif) 

Dean whistles walking up to a gorgeous brunette. “Somebody call the cops because it’s got to be illegal to look that good!” he proclaims. 

She lets out an adorable giggle. “Dude this must suck for you!” 

Dean leans onto the bar lifting an eyebrow. “What?” 

“Because if I were looking for someone tonight, that totally would have worked!” 

Dean drops his head so it hangs low in defeat and lets out an overdramatic, yet pretty funny, sigh. “Well, I guess tonight isn’t my lucky night, huh?” He looks up his eyes lighten up. “Can I at least buy you a drink?” 

“Oh, I don’t drink.” She holds up her glass of water. “Designated driver and all.” She shrugs happiness twinkling in her large, blue eyes.

“What’s wrong Cas?” Sam asks. He had just gotten back from the bathroom, Dean was gone, and Castiel was staring daggers at the bar. 

All Sam got as an answer from Cas is a grunt. So Sam tries to investigate by following his line of vision. He is staring at Dean and girl. She is totally Dean’s type, she had long brown hair, large blue eyes, a pair ripped black jeans, and- if he could see right from here- a form-flattering Black Sabbath shirt. “Just go up there, plant a big kiss on his cheek, and put an arm around his shoulders. Stake a claim. Make sure she knows that ‘This is my man and you need to step the fuck off.’” 

Cas goes over there with the intentions to be subtle about ‘staking a claim’ but when he sees her touching his arm, Dean subtly moving in closer, them laughing it up over some private joke, it doesn't really work out the way he wants it to. He lets those blasted human emotions get the best of him. 

“Dean? What are you doing? I thought you were going to get the drinks and come right back,” Castiel demanded, a little more aggressive then he intended it to be. 

Dean looks up not noticing the pure rage in his Angel’s eyes. “Just talking to Athena over here. She is really nice. I think-” 

He was cut off by Castiel throws Dean’s drink in his face. 

“I hope you two are fucking happy together!” Cas exploded before stomping off toward Sam sitting at a table gawking at the whole ordeal. 

“Come on he can get a cab home,” Cas fumed grabbing Baby’s keys and stomping out the door - Sam following close behind not sparing a glance for his brother - and leaving Dean sitting drenched in beer with a dumbfounded look on his face. 

“I uh don’t really know what in the hell that was about,” Dean sputters trying to dry himself off.  

“Hey it’s okay, I overstepped my bounds. It’s clear he likes you, you should go after him,” Athena adds insightfully.  

“I… I guess so. He did take away my only way home though.” Dean chuckles under his breath imagining Sam driving them home with a grumpy little Cas sulking next to him. “I’m just going to call a cab.”

“Son of a bitch!” Cas exploded slamming the passenger seat door. “Just go straight home, no stops!” 

Sam got into the 1967 Chevy Impala and started it without a word to the fuming angel sitting next to him. As soon as the car started Castiel turned the music up as loud as he dared without breaking the speakers. Once again, though Sam hated having loud music playing, he knew how angry Castiel was.

After a few minutes of no talking just blaring music and Cas staring out the window, Castiel finally turned down the music and said, “Look I know I’m overreacting, but I’m just pissed. Your brother is a jackass who makes me melt every time I look at him. And… I just don’t want to have to share him with anyone else. Do you know what I mean?” 

“Yeah, when it came to… to Jess, I could get a little paranoid that she was trying to leave me for other people.” There was a pause as Sam remembered Jess and all the heartbreak that came with it. “I guess growing up in the situation I did, Dean was the only person who would love me no matter what, so when Jess showed me love from a person who wasn’t part of my family it was new. I wasn’t used to it, Dean and I were always together so I had no one else to compare our relationship too. So if we weren’t together thing just felt… odd, I guess.”  

Cas took a few moments to contemplate this before answering, “Yeah, I guess I have no other romantic relationship to compare this to as well. Not many relationships to period. ” 

They spent the rest of the car ride listening to the music in a much quieter manner, each lost in thought about the roller coaster that is their pasts.

Cas’s stomps echoed off of the bunker's walls as he stormed to his room. 

Sighing, Sam realized that he hadn’t eaten anything at the bar and he was quite hungry. Grabbing a glass from the cabinet in the kitchen he pours himself some water and takes a leftover slice of pizza from the fridge, not bothering to heat it up. As he climbs up on the counter he sees Dean rush by holding something brightly colored. 

“Cas! Come on, my Angel Love. Let me in,”  Dean begs rapid-fire banging his fists on their bedroom door. 

Without an answer, Dean defeatedly trudges to the kitchen. “You’ve been in a semi-healthy relationship, right? Tell me what to do, please, Sammy I need you.” 

It’s not every day that you see the Dean Winchester begging for help. It’s also not very common that you see Dean with a sad look on his face holding the most colorful bouquet of flowers in one hand and a Kit Kat, Reese’s, and a Snickers in the other. 

“I don’t know man. I’ve never been in a situation like this. Just try him one more time, and if he still won’t budge just go to bed and hope for the best in the morning,” Sam offered. “Sorry man.” Sam halfheartedly pats Dean’s shoulder on the way out. 

The sound of Dean rummaging through the kitchen drawer is the only thing to be heard in the giant lonely bunker. Dean scribbles out a note to put next to the flowers and candy so Cas would see it in the morning. Dean decides to sleep on the couch tonight, despite the fact that there are so many other bedrooms he could have fallen asleep in.

“Pancakes, Sam?” Cas asks a groggy Sam with messy bedhead. 

“Sure,” Sam runs a hand through his hair, instantly smoothing it out, “what about Dean?” 

“I guess I forgot to make him some, oh well. There’s always next time,” Castiel deadpans with an unamused shrug. 

“Ooo! Cas are those your pancakes I smell?” Dean asks with a twinkle. 

“No,” Cas snarled bumping Dean’s shoulder on his way out of the kitchen.

“By the way,” Dean calls out, “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me.”

With a sigh, Dean looks over to see that the chocolates are moved and the flowers are in a more interactive vase than what Dean chose last night. 

Dean walks into the library of the bunker to see Cas curled up in one of Dean’s flannels reading a book Charlie had recommended, it was Fault In Our Stars. 

Without another word Dean turns on one of the old twenties records turns it down low sits down in the chair opposite of the couch Castiel is sitting at and picks up where he left off in the third Divergent book, also courtesy of Charlie.  

Every few minutes Dean looks up from his book - checking to see if Castiel is still okay with him being there - only see the angel engrossed in his own book.

Eventually, on the next check, Castiel is crying softly.

Padding over Dean asks, “May I sit?” 

With only a sniffle in response, Dean takes it as a yes and plops down, wrapping his arms around his angel. Castiel is now sobbing into the crook of the hunter’s neck. 

“Cancer! Really? Of all things! Look at all he accomplished! Oh, Augustus!” Castiel wails. 

“Shhh, it will be okay.” Dean is stroking the angel’s tousled hair. “It will end soon, my Angel Love.” 

“I love you, Mr. Cutiepie.”

Edited by @justluciferr

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Your Words On My Skin - Chapter 7

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Summary: Danny Fenton was born with writing on his arms that proved he had a soulmate out there for him that was much, much older than his parents were comfortable with. The result was his skin being covered as much as possible and Danny warned that he shouldn’t look at the words or write any back. Danny has always been a little bit curious as to who his soulmate was, but he never thought on how curious his soulmate was about him.

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Chapter Seven

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“So. You guys were saying something about a Christmas Truce?” Danny looked around the ridiculously large library he was in and wasn’t sure whether his Christmas was getting better or worse. On the one hand, he had been rescued from being torn to shreds by a pissed off robot. On the other hand, he was now trapped inside a crazy freaking library by ghosts. This… probably hadn’t been his best idea, really, to hide in the Ghost Zone. And what the heck was a Christmas Truce, anyways?

“Oh- Oh, yes!” Then there was this Ghostwriter guy. First glance and he looked like a nerd and Danny was so much more comfortable taking on a nerd in a fight than an angry Skulker, but then Danny was remembering the other ghost that had Skulker near running scared and he was a bit more cautious about all of this. “The Truce is one of the older traditions of the Ghost Zone. It comes from back when Christmas was still considered Yule and the changing of the seasons. Sources vary, of course, but it used to be that the truce lasted for twelve days as the old celebration did. It seems to have changed and adapted alongside the human world - which makes sense, really.”

Yeah, wow, okay. This one was a definite nerd. He wasn’t shutting up at all and just kept yapping about some stupid Christmas history. Ugh. They weren’t even walking, anymore. They were just in the middle of the stupid library with Ghostwriter talking- What kind of a name was Ghostwriter, anyways?  That was weird even by Ghost Zone standards. Probably. “-chasing you?”

“What?” Ghostwriter looked like he was ready to burst into giggles at any moment, which, yeah, that wasn’t creepy- Oh, chasing. Right. “Skulker was on the orders of Vlad Plasmius. I take it you know who that is?”

“Unfortunately.” Ah, now the ghost was acting more normal. Nice to know some other ghosts hated Vlad, too. “I didn’t take him for the type to go after teenagers with extreme force.”

“I’m special.” Then again, Danny had pissed him off more than usual, this time. How was he supposed to know those were business servers and not ghost servers! “Fruitloop will probably drop it after a few more days.” Hopefully.

“Yes, well-” Ghostwriter suddenly paused before smirking more than smiling as he looked just past Danny’s shoulder. “Have fun?”

“Mm. Technus will probably yell at me for destroying that suit, but it’s nice to be able to rip it to pieces.” Oh, jeez, that was harsh. Then again, Danny was sure Skulker was fine. Little roach could survive anything. “I don’t think he’ll be going after you anytime soon.”

“I could have handled it.” He didn’t need some crazy ghosts swooping in at the last minute to save him- Randy. Ghostwriter had called this guy Randy earlier and… That was Andrew’s brother’s name- Ah! No daydreaming. He needed to focus. “Right. If it’s safe then I can go home now, right?”

“Dunno. Can you even fly right now?” That… Hmph. At least Danny wasn’t looking between the two with narrowed eyes like this guy was doing. Maybe he was worried about Ghostwriter and that insane, giddy grin he kept getting. “How bad are you hurt?”

“I’m fine. I dodged the worst of it before you guys stepped in.” The look got worse and Danny tried to gather together just a scrap of power. “What.”

“I didn’t ask if you were hurt, I asked how bad you were hurt.” Huh. Danny wasn’t sure if he liked this dude or hated him. Ugh, reminded him of Jazz, though.

“We have first aid supplies that work well for wounds that come from a ghost fight.” Looking to Ghostwriter, Danny crossed his arms and yeah, right. Like he was ever going to buy that one. “They’re not poisonous.”

“Although we can find some that are, if you’d like,” Randy smirked, meeting Danny’s glare without a flinch. “Am I supposed to be scared of a teenager?”

“Dude, I wrecked Skulker’s shit even before you stepped in. He was barely together after my Wail.”

“That ‘wail’ left you unable to fight. Take it from me, petit mec, if you’re going to use some grand last resort power, then make sure it finishes the job.”

“Yeah, well…” Danny looked the guy over again before giving a bit of a laugh. Jeez, these ghosts were sane. This Randy or whatever really did remind him of Jazz - or maybe a combination of Jazz and Sam. Ugh, terrifying. “First aid kit?”

“It’ll look a bit weird compared to what you’re used to, but I made it all to treat the aftereffects of ectoplasmic energy. It won’t be dangerous to you. Plasmius has gotten after me to get some of it.”

“You work with Vlad.” What the hell? Just when Danny thought this one might have been cool!

“Correction, I sometimes work for him.”

“Yeah?” Danny barked out a laugh. “What’s the difference?”

“Working for him means I can betray him whenever I get sick of his shit - which is often, these days. Besides, I have to get to the human world somehow, and that ghost portal that your family has wasn’t always there.”

Hmph. Right. So cautious for now, but at least Danny wouldn’t have to worry about either of these two stabbing him in the back. Looking to Ghostwriter, who seemed to be nervously shooting looks between the two of them, Danny shook his head. Less sane than Randy, then. “First aid?”

“What? Oh- Oh! Right, yes.” Ghostwriter flapped his hands about for a moment before setting off down the hall, Danny shooting a confused look to Randy who rolled his eyes.

“I’ll be in the kitchen.” Ghosts had kitchens? Since when? “Don’t worry, Phantom. He’s not good around people, but he’ll make sure that you’re okay.”

“Right.” Danny lingered for a moment before quickly catching up to Ghostwriter, wincing as he shifted his shirt around and ah- Ah. Okay, then. He usually didn’t have scars and open wounds transfer over when he changed between Fenton and Phantom. God, what had Skulker even used this time? “So, uh, this weird first aid kit of yours any good?”

“Randy’s concoctions are made from flora that he finds around the Ghost Zone. Have you ever heard of blood blossoms?”

“Oh, um… Maybe? I think my parents mentioned it once or twice.” Some weird flower that was supposed to hurt ghosts, maybe? “Why?”

“Because that flower is one of the most well-known and, like other ghostly flowers, grows around high concentrations of ectoplasmic energy.” Oh, great. Ghostwriter was now ranting about ghost flowers just like he had been ranting about that Yule Truce or whatever it had been called.

At least the rambling wasn’t bad. His voice definitely wasn’t as annoying as some of the ghosts he had run into, and he looked to be genuinely happy rambling around the ‘living structure of a plant that thrives off the deceased-’ Wait, was he talking about graveyard flowers, now? Gross. Cool, though.

Alright, crash landing among a couple of ghosts and being unable to transform back wasn’t the best start to Christmas Eve, really, but at least these ghosts didn’t want a fight and were even helping him. Already better than the last fourteen Christmases. Shit, wait, was Ghostwriter still- Alright. Still talking. Made it easy to zone out, at least.

Shit, he should probably contact Jazz or his friends or something and let them know where he was, but… Jazz had been doing a massive study binge in her room and his friends were all with their families and he didn’t want to ruin their Christmas.

Maybe he could just stick around and check out what was up with these two ghosts and their giant library. Besides, Ghostwriter, at least, didn’t seem so bad. “-ah, we passed the room. Alright, that’s no problem, just, uh- Mm. Alright, yes, this way.”

Snorting, Danny followed Ghostwriter back the way they had come from, and, okay, the dude was weird, but he… He wasn’t bad.

::

“Jesus Christ.” Not even flinching at the startled shout, Andrew only kept a tight hold on Danny’s wrist when he tried to jerk his arm away. “What the fuck is that?!”

“A rather potent concoction of healing herbs.” Cutting off Danny’s next words with another dose of it, Andrew allowed himself a small wince at Danny’s pained expression. “Sorry. It’s… Well, put simply it’s meant to speed up the healing process by stimulating the growth-”

“Dude, English.” Oh, honestly, Andrew had been explaining it simply! How this teen could act like such a teenager and still rant about astrophysics Andrew would never know.

“You know the itching feeling you get when a cut is healing?” Waiting for the teen to nod, Andrew smirked. “This speeds up the healing factor enough that the itching feeling isn’t quite an itch anymore.”

“Is that safe? That sounds really unsafe. Maybe we should stick with the antibiotic cream and a needle, dude. Seriously, I don’t think this is the best- Ow.”

“There we go. Your arm is all taken care of!” Andrew wrapped a clean set of bandages around the arm before tying it off. “Now, I believe you still have a rather nasty wound on your back.”

“Oh, uh, not really, I mean, you’ve done enough, I’m sure that one will probably heal on its own-”

“It wasn’t a question.” Ah, the fear of a teenager caught in a lie. It really was a shame Andrew hadn’t had a chance to teach. “Come on, then. Shirt off.”

“I’d really, really, really rather not, if it’s all the same.” Dropping his hand and staring at the teen for a long few moments, Andrew finally darted out and phased the shirt off him, enjoying the indignant yelp a little too much. “What’s your problem!”

“As stated before, I’d rather not have you bleed out over my lair. Now, would you like to turn around or will I have to force you to do that, as well?”

“Jeez, and you call yourself a sane ghost.” Danny turned around on the couch they had tucked themselves away on, medical supplies currently scattered about because Randy had no idea of what organization meant. “It’s probably not that bad.”

“A wise lesson to know is when pushing yourself causes more harm than good.” Ignoring the muttered complaints from the other, Andrew’s eyes widened as he saw Danny’s back. “Well, would you like the good news or bad news first?”

“Bad news. Definitely bad news.” Resting his finger tips on some of the skin that didn’t look like it was torn to shreds, Andrew frowned at Danny’s flinch. “Well?”

“The bad news is that you were very much wrong about being ‘fine.’ It seems whatever he used to hit you is… Well, I would best describe it as skin being dragged across hot pavement for two or so blocks.”

“That’s… I mean, you could just take a picture and show me? Because that description probably makes it sound worse than it is, right?” Mm. If anything, that was Andrew being kind. “Okay. What’s the good news, then?”

“I was right.” Easily dodging the attempt to hit him, Andrew nudged Danny back into place and reached for some of the more potent of Randy’s poultices. “This… This is going to hurt.”

“Hurt? How badly hurt?” Well… “I don’t like the way you just went quiet.”

“Just… Try to stay still.” Mentally apologizing already and making plans to spoil Danny as much as possible later, Andrew began spreading the poultice on. It barely touched the teen’s skin before he went absolutely ridged, breath becoming ragged and loud.

Trying to keep his hand steady as he spread it across the torn and burned skin, Andrew started to speak softly about anything and everything he could. As much as he wanted to hug Danny close to him to soothe him, right now Danny saw him as nothing but a strange ghost he had just met. So, Andrew would soothe him in another away.

Danny had always loved the glimpses of his stories, so Andrew rambled and talked and slowly drew Danny out of his pained battle high - Lord knew that Andrew had enough practice with doing the same to Randy and with Randy doing the same to him.

It took longer than he would have liked, but Andrew was soon wrapping Danny’s back in bandages, careful to not make them too tight or too loose. Even with Randy’s excellent poultices, it would still take a while for this one to heal over. Poor thing.

“There we are. You should be back to rights in no time at all.” Pushing everything back into the first aid kit, Andrew paused as he saw Danny was looking down at his arms with a scrunched-up expression. “Are you alright? Does it hurt elsewhere?”

“What? Oh, uh, no.” Danny curled his fingers in, eyes darting to where written words were peeking out from under the bandages and oh- Oh! His sweet little mate. “It’s nothing.”

“Mm.” Andrew looked away for a moment before looking back and smiling. “I’m certain you can explain to your soulmate later what happened if you miss any messages.”

“That obvious?” Danny was blushing sweetly and hiding a smile, Andrew near overwhelmed with the affection he felt for his mate in that moment. “We just, uh… We haven’t really met, yet, so we rely on the writing more than anything, you know?”

“I understand that rather well, I suppose,” Andrew chuckled, feeling a touch of guilt that he hadn’t written back to Danny sooner, but… He could make up for it now. He could easily make up for it now.

“Yeah, and he- I mean, he says he doesn’t believe in technology!” Oh, dear, he was still sore about that, then. “Who doesn’t believe in technology- I mean, you’re a ghost and I bet you have a phone!”

“I- No?” At the horrified look, Andrew couldn’t stop his laugh. “It’s the Ghost Zone, mon cher.” Danny wrinkled his nose at the French, but luckily it seemed he didn’t know what it meant. Good. Andrew could have fun with that. “Cell phones don’t work in here, something I believe Technus is working on fixing, but for the moment, I’m afraid we’re rather without connection.”

“That’s why I never get any messages when I’m in the Ghost Zone! I thought my friends were just ignoring me.” Oh, goodness. This teen was utterly precious. “Actually, that explains why Sam was so mad at me that one day I got lost in here for a few hours. Damn.”

“A shame, but the Ghost Zone doesn’t have cell towers,” Andrew grinned, watching Danny huff and pout and get distracted by his bandages.

Andrew swallowed and… Danny was safe and smiling and tracing the words with his fingertips and this was- This was good, wasn’t it? This was the best. Danny was- His Danny was Danny Phantom. The teen was half-ghost and…

He would understand everything. Andrew’s age, the reason his words had shown up when he was so young, and why Andrew had been so afraid to try and connect with him. This… This was the best outcome Andrew could have asked for.

“D… Danny?” The teen looked over to him curiously, a frown tugging at his lips and curiosity almost drowning out the wariness in his eyes.

“What’s up?” All he had to say was his real name and Andrew was certain that everything would click into place and Danny would know in an instant who he was- Or at least, it wouldn’t take much more than his name and he would know. “You alright?”

“I…” This was the best he could have asked for and now, after so many years, his mate was in front of him and all he had to do was- “Would you like something to eat? Randy’s a rather good cook.”

“Oh, uh… Is it safe for humans to eat ghost food?” Danny gave a wary smile, Andrew standing up with a quick nod.

“Of course. Much of what he makes comes from supplies he gets in the human world. I’ll go see what he has made, so far.”

“Alright?” Danny watched him with an odd little look before his smile became a bit more real. “Thanks. For… you know.”

“Of course.” This was the best he could have hoped for, so then why was Andrew still so scared?

::

“Are you really gonna be alright with me staying here for a few hours? I mean, don’t you and that one guy have Christmas plans or something already?” Danny had finally managed to get his shirt back on and was now sitting on Ghostwriter’s stupidly comfortable couch as the ghost flew back and forth in dizzying little circles. Jesus, this guy was more hyped up than he was on a bad day.

“My brother and I are fine, Danny.” Brother, huh? Weird to think Ghostwriter had a brother named Randy, too, but Danny guessed that was a pretty common name. It was actually more weird to think ghosts had siblings. “Besides, you make a great excuse for me avoiding that horrid Christmas Truce party that the ghosts throw every year.”

“Ghosts throw parties?” That… Actually, after meeting Kitty and Ember, Danny could kind of believe that easily enough. “Cool. So, it’s fine, then?”

“Yes, Danny, it’s fine.” Ghostwriter paused before disappearing and reappearing a second later, Danny startling as a blanket was thrown over him. “There we are.”

“Uh huh.” Jesus. This guy was treating Danny like he was an abandoned puppy off the streets. “I guess staying here works pretty well for me, too. A place to hide out from Skulker is nice.”

“Will any of your friends or family worry about your absence?” Ghostwriter had hardly finished the question before Danny was laughing.

“Are you kidding? No one’s gonna notice I’m gone until the twenty-seventh at least. Christmas… isn’t such a great time of the year for me.”

“I suppose I understand how that feels.” Really? Yeah, right, yeah, of course. A few too little presents was probably the worst thing to ever happen in the history of the world.

“Nothing that’s happened to you on Christmas can be as bad as being peed on by a dog.” Seeing the other open his mouth, Danny narrowed his eyes. “As a baby.”

“Alright.” Ghostwriter crossed his arms and smirked and oh, no. “I was once shot in my shoulder on Christmas.”

“Like… Like with a paintball gun, or-”

“My brother had to dig the bullet out of my shoulder before we could wrap it.” Jesus Christ, this dude wasn’t messing around, was he?

“Okay. That’s a pretty good one. But have you ever had mad scientist parents bring the Christmas turkey to life?” The odd, disbelieving look he was given had Danny convinced he was going to win.

“I’m afraid not.” Ha! “Although I did spend one Christmas in an eight-hour church service. No food, no water, and no singing.”

“Fuck, okay, you win, Jesus, it’s not a competition, man.” Maybe it was the whole scientists as parents thing that had made him shy away from religion, but the idea of spending eight hours in a church service like that? Ugh.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like to hear about some of my other Christmases?” Ghostwriter was grinning in obvious victory, Danny doing his best to not laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, no need to be a sore winner.” Maybe having another ghost as a friend wouldn’t be that bad. The two obviously were pretty okay if they jumped in to help out some random guy they didn’t even know in a fight. “How’s that cooking of your brother’s coming along, then?”

Ghostwriter sighed, looking exhausted. “There are times where he’ll scrap everything halfway through if he feels like he’s not doing a good enough job. I should probably go to try prevent that now, honestly.”

“Jeez, have fun with that.” Waiting until Ghostwriter laughed, Danny wiggled around in the blanket that had been thrown on him before managing to grab the first aid kit left behind, quickly opening it before finding some disinfectant wipes.

Tearing a few open, Danny took the chance to properly wash off all of the ink on his skin - or at least, wipe it all off as well as he could. He still needed to apologize, but… It didn’t seem like Andrew had written him back, yet. Not even a heart or frowny face or anything.

Jeez… Andrew was probably still angry at him for how hard Danny had pushed to try and find out his age. Maybe… Maybe it would be better to wait until Andrew wrote to him first? Let him set the terms and all that? After all, they had gone through fifteen years of silence before - Andrew even longer. Andrew would be okay ignoring Danny for a while.

Playing with the pen that had survived Skulker’s attacks, Danny finally uncapped it and drew a cluster of stars on the inside of his wrist before putting a heart around each one. That… That was something, right?

Dropping his arm and just staring at nothing for a few moments, Danny finally nodded, and, right. “I’m going to die alone.” Sighing, Danny capped his pen and drew the blanket over his head. “I’ll die alone with my friends arguing at my deathbed.”

“I believe the fact your friends will be there arguing will negate the possibility of you dying alone.” Damn Danny’s poor timing and his stupid habit of speaking out loud. “The actual food will be ready in another hour or so, but would you like some cookies?”

“Oh, uh, no thanks. I’m not that hungry, really.” Letting the cover fall back to rest on his neck, Danny looked to see that Ghostwriter had set a tray of chocolate chip cookies on the small end table next to the couch. He was pretty sure he saw steam, which meant they were fresh. “Thanks, though.”

“It really is no problem. Randy’s taking over the kitchen with his baking and I’m afraid that leaves little room for my things in there,” Ghostwriter laughed, finally sitting down on the couch. He still looked wound up and nervous, but he also seemed a little better. “How are you doing?”

“I mean, my back still kind of burns, but I figure that’s better than whatever the other outcome would have been. Thanks for that, by the way.” Because most people shied away at the sight of stuff like that and Ghostwriter hadn’t even seemed to notice some of the scars Danny had. It… It had actually been pretty nice.

“The sooner you deal with the pain now, then the sooner you can forget about it later.” Ghostwriter made an odd flicking motion, Danny’s eyes widening as he saw a cookie float over to him. “That’s a rather unique look on your face-”

“Dude, ghosts can levitate shit?” Danny looked between Ghostwriter and the tray and holy shit. “That’s so cool!”

“You… You didn’t know that?” Ghostwriter looked honestly surprised, Danny thinking about it and finally just shrugging.

“I mean- I’ve seen Box Ghost and his stupid boxes, but I figured that was because it was his power, you know? Moving boxes around?”

“I- In a way. Some ghosts find levitation rather easy and others rather difficult. I suppose it depends on the ghost, their power, and their obsession.” Obsession?

“Why do you say obsession like it’s a thing?” At the pained look, Danny snorted. “Hey, I didn’t exactly get a ghost education to go along with the powers.”

“Well… If you plan on staying here a few more hours, then I can answer some questions you have, if you’d like. I can give you a quick crash course in all things ghostly.”

“R… Really?” He had been trying to discover all of this out on his own and it was that easy to get someone to finally tell him some of this stuff? Like, yeah, okay, Clockwork had that whole wise mentor thing going on, but he was more for world ending stuff, but this? Finding someone to teach him the little stuff? That was…

“I… Yeah. Sure. That- That’s fine.” Danny quickly grabbed a cookie to try and hide the grin that was taking over, taking a large bite before pausing and staring at the cookie with wide eyes and holy shit. Holy shit. “Dude. How do you even make cookies like this?”

As Ghostwriter laughed loud and bright, Danny looked up to him and… A friend, huh? Danny could see it. He could easily see it- Really. If the guy made cookies like these, rambled like Jazz, and was willing to teach Danny a few things about the Ghost Zone, then how bad could he be?

Looking back down, Danny paused at seeing a few quickly scribbled hearts next to his own and oh- Oh. That… Hiding his beaming grin with another cookie, Danny had a feeling that this Christmas was starting to look up.

::

“And that’s why you should never ever go to the circus ever.” Laughing at that, Andrew decided that this was easily his most delightful Christmas, yet. Not only was he able to avoid that stupid Christmas party, but he had his mate happy and safe in his lair and laughing as he told story after story to try and match the ones Andrew told him. “I mean, seriously, that staff of his controlled ghosts. Dude was crazy.”

“At least you no longer have to worry about dealing with him,” Andrew chuckled, levitating another cookie over and hiding a grin as Danny watched with wide eyes. Even after explaining how levitation was done, Danny was still utterly delighted and fascinated by the concept. It was, in his words, ‘like something out of Harry Potter.’

“Yeah, no, dude’s probably locked up tight in a padded cell somewhere.” Danny grabbed another cookie himself, Andrew hiding a laugh when the teen near squirmed with how happy he now seemed. It was precious. “He better be, at least. I mean, dude was crazy.”

“Most likely it was where no one ever believed him about the power he could use,” Andrew mused. That would certainly make a great story idea. A man with power that no one believed in, but oh, he could make them believe- Dammit, of all the times he needed to write something down and he couldn’t- Actually, perhaps he could.

“I mean I guess. Ghosts kind of don’t really exist outside of Amity Park, I think. It has to do with the energy of the Ghost Zone and all of that.” Absently nodding along to his mate, Andrew tried to remember exactly where Danny’s bandages on his arm were placed as he pushed his sleeve up and quickly wrote down the idea before it vanished. “Uh, dude?”

“Hm?” Seeing Danny’s unamused look, Andrew gave a weak smile. “Sorry. I have a bad memory and if I don’t write things down when I can, I tend to forget them.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, that’s fine.” That… Odd. It almost seemed like Danny had been jealous for a moment or two. “My soulmate’s like that. He’s always writing down these ideas for stories he has.”

Finishing with a flourish, Andrew let his sleeve fall back into place as he capped his pen. Hopefully Danny hadn’t seen enough of his handwriting to find it familiar. “You were telling me about this… Freakshow?”

“Ugh, yeah, just his name is bad,” Danny grumbled, sticking his tongue out and causing Andrew to fight against a laugh. “I don’t know. After the last couple of fights I’ve had he just… doesn’t seem like much of a threat, anymore.”

“I can understand that. Once we face the worse, then everything before it seems like child’s play.” While Andrew was thankful that Danny could still act like a teenager, he… His smile wasn’t that of a fifteen-year-old’s. At least, not a normal one. It was a smile full of battle and stories he would take to his final grave and oh, his sweet mate. His past was one that was all too familiar to Andrew. “At least some of the ghosts you’ve managed to reason with, it sounds like.”

“Ugh.” Danny groaned as he reached for a few more cookies and oh, dear, Randy would complain that he was spoiling Danny’s appetite, but, well. He deserved a bit of spoiling. “I keep getting used for relationship advice when it comes to Johnny and Kitty and it’s like dude! What do I know about relationships!”

Smiling as he listened to Danny’s rambling, Andrew felt that smile slowly fall and he should… He should tell Danny who he was. It wasn’t right that Andrew knew his soulmate was sitting right in front of him and Danny… Goodness. Danny probably felt that he would never get to meet his mate. It wasn’t right that Andrew kept this secret to himself, but what if Danny didn’t want a ghost as a mate?

The teen’s life was already filled with ghosts day after day and he probably wanted nothing more than to have one aspect of his life be normal. Besides, they- They were getting along. They were becoming friends and that- That was good. Andrew could become Danny’s friend first and they could start something without having to worry or rely on the fact that they were soulmates. That would make it all the better, wouldn’t it?

Danny… Danny had kept his silence for fifteen years, so Andrew could keep his own silence for a while, couldn’t he? Just until he could figure this out and find a sensible way to approach it-

“Alright, lunch or dinner or whatever you wanna call it is almost done. Hey, Ghostwriter, can I see you for a second in the kitchen.” It wasn’t a question and the fact Randy had called him by that name meant that he was certainly going to get yelled at.

“Of course. Otherwise we might be here for another hour more.” Standing up, Andrew gave Danny a smile. “Feel free to have the rest of the cookies if you can manage it. They are rather rich.”

“Dude. You made that a challenge on purpose.” Laughing as Danny dragged the plate closer to reach the cookies, Andrew smiled and this… This was how he always wanted to remember his soulmate. Happy and safe and wrapped in a blanket as he grinned at being allowed to have as many cookies as he wanted.

Sighing to himself and following Randy, Andrew had a very bad feeling over what Randy would want to talk about. In private, no less! No doubt it was- “So, baby brother.” Ooh, it was bad. It was very bad and now Randy’s hand was on the back of his neck and dragging him down and oh, he did not look pleased. “Let’s talk, shall we?”

“Shouldn’t we be focusing on ‘lunch or dinner or whatever you want to call it?’” At the dark look, Andrew gave a weak grin. “You’re my favorite?”

“Really?” Randy let him go and crossed his arms and shifted in just the right way to let Andrew know that if he tried to leave he would be chased down mercilessly. “Explain. Now.”

Instead of explaining his perfectly sound reasoning and logic, Andrew stared at Randy and tried to figure out the best way to escape. “What would you like me to explain?”

“Why you seem to believe I’m an idiot who’s both deaf and blind.” Ah, well- Randy grabbed Andrew’s wrist and flipped it around, so the scribbled hearts and stars were in plain view. “You haven’t told him.”

“And who says I’m not working up to it?” Which he was. Slowly. Very, very, very slowly, but he was working up to it! In a way. “This- I never expected this to happen.” He had never even thought to give hope to the ridiculous idea that his mate - that Danny was half-ghost.

“You mean a miracle which you seem to be pretending isn’t there? You already know and he already seems to like you, so why haven’t you told him?”

“I… I feel like maybe it would be better if I didn’t. We can start by being friends. Wouldn’t that be better?” Oh, dear, Randy did not look pleased with him. “I’m going to tell him, just not… quite yet-”

“Andrew. Your mate is sitting out there on that couch with no knowledge of who you are. You can’t explain-”

“Mate?” Andrew saw Randy stiffen at the exact moment he did and oh, they had let themselves get far too emotional if they hadn’t even noticed the sweet little thing lurking in the doorway with narrowed and distrustful eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“I-” Andrew quickly looked to Randy and read a million different things in his eyes before he sighed and looked back to Danny. “The name Ghostwriter isn’t my real name.”

“Uh, yeah, I figured. I mean, unless your parents really hated you, I doubt they’d give you a name like that.” Oh, Danny. Always making jokes to help the tension. None of them laughed. “Why were you talking about mates.” It wasn’t a question.

“Well, it’s because… My name isn’t Ghostwriter.” There was no other way around it. Andrew was terrified, but… His mate would know who he was. Wasn’t that a good thing? “It’s-”

“Andrew?” Oh, Danny.

“Hi.”

[anotherfiveyears]

23: Stairway to Heaven

Dave climbed out of Jimmy's Camaro and looked up at the massive church. It was the one all his friends got married in, the one he tried to convince Jen to have their own wedding in... he wasn't religious, but he liked the large stained glass windows and how elaborate and grand it felt. It reminded him of home and had a way of making things feel official.

Jimmy nudged his arm and he looked over, almost laughing at his friend's ill-fitting suit, the same one he wore to everyone's wedding as he raided the open bar. "You ready?" he asked.

"Sure," Dave nodded, though he wasn't sure who was getting hitched. At that point in his life, there were several weddings each year. Par for the course when one hits their late twenties, early thirties.

They walked in the church's large front doors and were met with a large group of their friends, all milling about in the hallway quietly talking amongst themselves. He noticed several of Anna's friends as well and began to look over people's heads to find her, spying Amy against the wall with a withering glare fixed directly upon him.

He frowned at her and turned back to Jimmy, "Where's Anna?"

"In here," Jimmy steered him into the sanctuary which was eerily silent compared to the hallway.

Flowers lined the aisle and the altar, surrounding a white casket and a large picture of Anna smiling happily. Dave felt his heart stop and his legs buckle. This was supposed to be a wedding... someone was supposed to be getting married, Jimmy obviously took him into the wrong church. He went to turn back to the hallway, but Amy and her accusing stare shut the massive wooden doors in his face.

"Dude, come on," Jimmy urged, pulling on his suit sleeve.

Thick dread filled his chest the closer he got to the open casket. Anna's parents were in the first pew, leaning into each other and shaking with sobs. The sight of her father, one of the most affable and happiest men he'd ever known, overcome with grief was unnerving and terrifying. Dave hesitated, but Jimmy dragged him on until they were staring down at her.

Her casket was lined with soft pink satin and she lay peacefully atop a white pillow wearing the black velvet dress from New Years. Her hair was still wet, her skin had a touch of blue to it and Dave wondered why no one had taken the time to at least let her hair dry.

"It wasn't your fault, man," Jimmy said through his tears. "You were tired and just fell asleep. It could have happened to any of us."

Wait... what happened? Had he fallen asleep and...? Ben had told him to keep an eye on her... What the fuck was going on? He reached into the casket to take her hand but was startled when she spoke.

"David..." Anna's eyes were open, no longer the deep green he remembered but a foggy white. She reached for him, the bracelet he had given her sparkling in the light from the stained glass windows. "David?"

His eyes sprung open and fell on Anna as she lay motionless beside him.

Fuck. He stared at her in terror for what seemed like an eternity when her chest finally rose and fell. She cried out when he yanked her across the bed towards him, waking her from her deep sleep.

"David! What the hell?!"

He responded by kissing her, all at once relieved and thankful that she was alive and not caring that he had completely pissed her off by waking her up. Her anger was apparently shortlived as she pulled his arm until his body covered hers. It had been almost a year since they were together in the back of his car but it felt like they had never been apart. They laughed as he helped her pull her shirt off, both of them well aware that they were in Jimmy's bed and she was wearing his clothes. Then in the next moment, his forehead was pressed against hers as he sunk into her.

"You aren't wearing your ring," she breathed, meeting his eyes as they fell into a rhythm.

He only shook his head, knowing that's the only answer she needed. The divorce was finalized just before Christmas and while he was relieved, he was also a little sad. Nothing quite like the gift of getting the fuck out of someone else's life during the holidays. Desperate to clear his head of those thoughts, he skimmed his hand down her leg so he could throw it over his hip and suddenly remembered her ankle. "Explain your tattoo."

Anna's eyes darted up to his, "Now?"

"Yes, now." He knew it would drive him insane if she didn't tell him.

She smiled up at him and arched her back, encouraging him to keep going. "It's a ball of yarn and some drumsticks, kitten."

Yarn... kitten... drumsticks. "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

"Anna-"

"Can we please talk about this later?" she stared up at him with pleading eyes as her legs began to tremble.

He relented, pushing the nagging questions to the back of his mind and focused on her, how her body responded to his and his to hers. They might have only been together a handful of times, but each time was more intense and ardent than the previous. He would whisper that he loved her and she would respond without words, kissing him deeply or dragging her nails down his back. This time however, he couldn't stop saying it. Maybe it was because this was the first time they weren't cheating on someone or because that dream had startled some sense into him, but he allowed the idea that he did love her to dwell at the front of his thoughts. He pushed her to the edge and watched her fall apart, kissing her when he was sure the entire house could hear her.

He silently moved his lips against hers, telling her one more time, "I love you, Anna."

"I love you, too, David."

He wasn't prepared for it and his mind reeled over her words while the rest of him shattered above her. She followed his example, kissing him to quiet his swearing until she collapsed back into the pillow.  

"Well, that's one way to cure a hangover," she sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "What the hell brought that on?"

"Fuck," he gasped, out of breath, "I dreamt you were dead."

"Still get those nightmares, huh?" she reached over and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Yeah," he swallowed hard. "Yeah, I guess."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Not really," he pulled her to his chest when she scooted closer to him, trying to shake the memory of her lying dead in a metal box. "Here, put this on before Jimmy shows up."  He leaned over and grabbed his discarded shirt from the nightstand and handed it to her.

"Thanks for babysitting me last night, kitten. Sorry if I was a disaster."

"Better me than him," he muttered. The vision of her in a casket was replaced with her lying dead in a snowy ditch and he let out a shaky breath, rolling quickly out of the bed.

"Yeah..." she sighed and sat up against the wall. "Sorry about that, too."

They eyed each other warily for a moment, neither of them knowing what to say when Jimmy barged into the room.

"Holy shit!" he yelled and dove across the bed to Anna, "You're alive!"

She laughed a little and hugged him back, giving Dave a concerned glance as he fled the room. "Was there some notion that I wasn't?" he heard her ask as he ran down the steps.

He had to get away to think. Being with her in bed would only lead to more sex and conversations with topics that never seemed to be fully resolved. Stepping over several people passed out on the living room floor, he could smell the coffee in the kitchen and wondered if Jimmy had even slept. Pouring a cup of jet black coffee, he stood in front of the kitchen window and watched the snow fall softly in the backyard. He thought about asking Anna to come to LA with him. She could quit her job and they could find a place in Beverly Hills or Malibu or where ever she wanted, as long as she was with him.

He had just finished his cup when Anna pulled herself onto the counter next to him and poured herself some coffee. "Jimmy's being really clingy... What the hell I do last night?"

He turned away from the window and leaned against the counter opposite her, taking in that she was wearing his shirt so early in the morning and little else. "You passed out and scared the hell out of us."

"It was just a little nap, David," she laughed softly and took a sip of her coffee, staring out into the snow while he glared at her.

"It wasn't just a nap, Anna. Your hot shot boyfriend slipped you a goddamn roofie," he wasn't lying, necessarily, just expanding on the truth to ensure she didn't go back to that clown.

Her eyes darted to his over her cup and she shrugged, seemingly unaffected by the news. "He didn't slip me anything."

He took a sharp breath to explain in detail what exactly a roofie was because she obviously didn't know when her cheeks turned a suspicious color of pink. "Are you fucking kidding me right now?" What the fuck?

"We were having a good time!" she insisted, "There was champagne, then someone had a bag of pills and I just wanted to know what it would feel like."

She couldn't have known, but she had just given him the exact excuse Kurt had used in Rome. "You could have died, Anna!"

"Oh, please," she scoffed and slid off the counter. "Now Mr. Rock Star is giving me the 'Just Say No' talk? How about the time you crashed my parent's anniversary party so far gone on acid that my dad had to talk you down from the roof?"

"That's different and you know it," he almost laughed at the memory of her father trying to coax him down with a raw steak, but he was too pissed off at her.

"Not sure how, but okay," she said flippantly and began to walk away.

"Goddamnit, Anna," he snapped, grabbing her arm and roughly spinning her around.

"No-," she shoved him off and backed up a few steps, anger written all over her face. "You can't just storm into my life like this anymore. I'm not your toy that you can pick up and play with when your fancy fucking rock star life bores you, Dave. I'm sorry if you think I led you on this morning, but it was clearly a mistake."

He stood stunned as she ran up the steps and slammed Jimmy's bedroom door, waking several of the sleeping party goers to greet their hangovers. Moments later she appeared again, wearing Jimmy's sweatshirt and some pajama pants, avoiding his stare as she stomped through the kitchen.

"Anna..., come on," he pleaded. This wasn't how he wanted this morning to go, at all. He watched her slam the front door behind her, then met Jimmy's stare as he stood on the stairs.

"You two back to your old routine, huh?"

Dave hung his head in defeat. The same old routine. See you in a few years, Annie.

[pocketsizedsam-blog1]

The Unexpected Perks of Being a Nanny~ Chapter Twenty-Two

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Swearing.

Beta: @mackwinchester1967

“Daddy?” Thomas asked softly.

Curled up on the couch with his father while his mother and his daddy’s girlfriend were upstairs talking, lead to a very curious little boy.

“What’s wrong with mommy?”

“Oh, what do you mean by that, Tom?” Jared asked, brushing Tom’s dark hair out of his eyes.

“Mommy was really upset and she got bru-bruises all over her face. How’d that happen daddy?”

“You wouldn’t understand, dude.” Jared said softly. “It’s an adult thing.”

“Was it mommy’s new boyfriend? She don’t like him.”

“How did you know that, buddy?”

“What does it mean when a guy hits a girls bum, daddy?”

“Well, it could mean a couple of different things… did your mommy’s new boyfriend do that to her?”

“Yes, daddy.” Thomas sighed. “Mommy didn’t like it, she screwed up her face and she sighed. Why would someone do that to mommy? I love mommy!”

The five-year-old frowned and watched his dad, waiting for his father’s response.

“Do you love mommy?” Tom continued. “Why did you and mommy break up?”

“I used to love your mommy, Thomas… but something’s just kind of happened. You’re too little to understand divorce, Kiddo. All you need to know is that I would never hurt your mommy like her new boyfriend did and I’m never going to hurt Y/N like that either. Does that answer all your curious questions?” Jared tickled Tom to lighten the mood a bit.

“Yes, Daddy!” The little boy giggled.

It wasn’t much longer after Jared and Tom finished up with the heir conversation, when you made your way downstairs.

“Hey, baby.” Jared said quietly. “How are you feeling?”

You shook your head no, “not great.”

“You look really pale. Have you eaten anything this morning?”

You shook your head no.

“Now, Y/N.” Jared scolded you as if you were a two-year-old. “You know better than that, c’mon you’re pregnant, you gotta eat for the baby now too.”

“I know, Jared.” You grumbles, becoming frustrated with your boyfriend. “I’ll go get something.”

A week or so later it would just be you, Jared and the kids. Gen was down in Los Angeles, filming while you two were in Vancouver. Luckily enough, Jared didn’t have to film for another little while, which gave you time to bond as a family. You and Jared took the kids to the park and watched them run around, having fun.

“Mom mom mom.” Odette waddled over to the bench where you were sitting.

You could see the whole park from this bench, which was why it was your favorite spot. You could see Jared pushing Shep on the swing to your right, you could see Tom slipping down the slide straight in front of you and you were close to Odette’s favorite toy. She grunted and bounced her body up and down, telling you she wanted to get up with you.

“I think you should go and play, Odette, Like Tom and Shep are doing.” You smiled, running your hands through her light brown hair.

“No!” She squealed.

“Oh, so you know how to say ‘no’ but not daddy?” You laughed. “Where did your bow go?”

Before you left the house, you put a little light blue bow in Odette’s hair, which matched her light blue top.

“Oh, well. There goes another one.” You shrugged. “Come on, Odette, I’ll push you in the swing.”

You stood up as Odette held out her hand for you to hold. You smiled and held her little hand. Her little fingers curled around your index finger.

“Can you say hi to dada Odette?” You cooed and shot Jared a smile as you walked past.

The little girl waved, but didn’t say anything as you lifted her up into the baby swing, a couple of swings down from Shep. Jared chuckled and continued pushing his youngest son in the swing.

“Higher, daddy! Higher.” Shep chanted.

Jared pushed Shep high enough that he could run under the swing, which was what you called an underduck and you done it a lot with the kids. Tom and Shep really seemed to love it. You gave Odette little pushes as she looked around the park and sunk into her swing. The little girl was relaxed and taking it all in. All the kids were hungry by the time 12:30 rolled around. So, you strapped Odette up on Jared’s back and held the two older boys hands while all five of you walked home. You had an awesome day with the boys and Odette. You still couldn’t believe you managed to be a part of such a great family. Before you knew it, bedtime for the kids rolled around. You were so exhausted that it might be bedtime for you too.

“I just put the kids to bed.” Jared smiled, plopping down on the couch next to you.

He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss against your lips. You kissed him back and smiled. But when you got the sense that Jared was deepening the kiss, you pulled away.

“What? What’s wrong?” He worried.

“Nothing… nothing. I’m just too tired to be… fooling around.”

“Right.” Jared leaned back into the couch.

“I’m sorry.” You frowned,

“Don’t be, I get it. It’s your first pregnancy, you had a long, eventful day. You’re exhausted.”

“I just can’t shake this feeling that I’m pushing you away” You exclaimed. “I mean, come on. You and Gen must’ve been together for years before you two got pregnant with Tom. You were married. You were ready.”

“Why do you feel the need to keep comparing our relationship to mine and Gen’s?” Jared grumbled. “You’re not her and I don’t want you to be. So what? Yeah… we moved a quickly. Yes, we’re not married. But that doesn’t mean we’re not ready for a baby. This is ridiculous, Y/N. I’m sick and tired of hearing about Gen all the time. I told you that before. I don’t care that were not having sex all the time. That’s not what relationships are all about. You’re not pushing me away because I love you and because my baby is in there.”

“Our baby. You know what? Never mind. I’m too tired to argue with you tonight. I’m going to bed.” You sneered.

“Yeah, alright. I’m going to head out to my trailer anyways.” Jared huffed. “I got to film early tomorrow morning.”

You two went your separate ways and with your hormones all out of whack, you done nothing but cried yourself to sleep. You hated when you and Jared fought, even when it was over stupid things like that. You knew that every relationship had their bumps, but deep down you knew Jared was right and you knew you shouldn’t have mentioned anything. You woke up the next morning at five and rushed out to the ensuite. You spilled everything you ate the day before out into the toilet. You let out a little sob and rested your head against your arm. You were throwing up so much lately that you had your throat irritated and it was constantly sore. Once you were finished urging, you pushed yourself up off the floor, flushed the toilet and washed your face with a nice, hot face cloth. Taking all the necessary precautions, you mucked through wiping down the toilet seat with a lysol wipe before heading back to bed. You propped yourself up with yourself and Jared’s pillows and rubbed your stomach, but you couldn’t fall back to sleep. An hour later, Odette woke up and let out a cry. You dragged yourself out to her room and picked her up.

“Mornin’, sweetness.” You kissed her cheek as you picked her up.

“Mom mom.” She cheered.

“Yeah, mom mom is here.” You yawned, taking her back to bed with you.

You resumed your previous position and laid Odette on top of you. Odette remained quiet while she was still trying to wake up. You took a picture of Odette curled up on your torso and posted it to instagram with the caption “Cuddles with this little one at 6 AM.” There was another hour before Tom and Shep woke up and you’d have to start your day.

While cooking breakfast for the boys, your phone dinged.

Jared <7:25 am>: I’m sorry about last night and also sorry I couldn’t call. It’s really busy here. I’ll be home later. See you then.

“She is so pissed, man.”Jared sighed, noticing that you read his text message, then didn’t answer him back for a half hour.

“You know that every relationship has their spats. Come on, man, you were married.” Jensen shrugged. “Give it some time.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

The men went back to work and managed to finish up filming around dinner time, On the way home, Jared stopped into a local flower shop.

“What are you looking for today, sir?” A young cashier smiled brightly up at jared.

“Do you have anything that says ‘I’m sorry that I pissed you off, my pregnant girlfriend?”

“Ooh. Had a fight huh?” The cashier stepped out from behind her desk. “I’ll show you to some of our best flowers.”

Jared followed the lady.

“We have white roses and red roses here. We have some Orchids and Dahlias. Over here are hydrangeas. We can do an assortment of flowers if you wish.”

“Yeah, yes, please? I picked a fight with my girlfriend and I shouldn’t have. These are all beautiful and I’m hoping she will forgive me.”

“I’m sure she will, Mr. Padalecki. Big fan of the show by the way.” The woman smiled and started picking out a variety of different flowers, including the few that she mentioned.

“Call me Jared.” He chuckled. “Thanks for these.”

Following the young woman back to the counter, Jared paid her as she wrapped the plastic around the bouquet of flowers and tied them off with several different colored strings. Carefully setting the bouquet of flowers down in the front seat of his truck, Jared ran into another store and picked up some of your favorite chocolate. Nervously, he returned home.

You heard a knock on the door while you were trying to make dinner. The four of you were having corned beef hash. You didn’t think Odette would like it, so you set aside some for her but also put on nuggets. You set the pot of corned beef hash down and wiped your hands as you made your way out to the front porch. You opened the door to find Jared standing there, a big and beautiful bouquet of flowers in his left hand and a box of your favorite chocolates in the other.

“I’m so sorry about last night.” Jared smiled softly. “I know that I was dick and that I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you. That was an asshole move.”

“Yeah, It was Jared. I’m still mad. I want you to know that. I was really sick this morning and you left me all alone. I don’t want this to happen again.” You said sternly.

“Okay. It won’t.” Jared sighed. “I can’t believe I left you like that.”

“Can we just forget about it? And move on? Dinner’s ready.”

Jared left it alone, like you asked and had dinner with you and the kids. But the next day, he was back to work. You woke up at the usual time and got the kids some breakfast. After that you sent Thomas off to kindergarten and got the other two kids dressed to go to the playground.

“Arlo!” You called out.

With the jingle of his leash, Arlo came running. You hooked his leash onto his collar and set Odette in the stroller. Shep held onto Arlo’s leash while you pushed Odette’s stroller. Finally, at the park, you let Shep run free and got Odette out.

“Let’s try walking, huh?” You smiled.

Although almost a year old, Odette didn’t really show much interest in walking. You held your fingers out and Odette grabbed onto them. You waddled around the park with her a few times before Arlo seen something exciting and tried to rush to the other end of the park. You caught your foot on his leash.

“Oh! Ow!” You cried out.

“Mom mom?” Odette looked up at you.

Immediately tears started to flow down your cheeks.

“Arlo” You frustratedly cried.

The dog knew that you were upset and immediately dropped his head, casually peeking up at you every now and then. Shep jumped down from where he was playing and rushed over.

“Y/N?” He cocked his head to the side. “Okay?”

“Y-Yeah…. I’ll be fine.” You sighed, letting Odette sit.

You hopped back over to the bench as Odette, Shep and Arlo followed you. A woman from the other side of the park approached you.

“I couldn’t help but come over to see if you were okay… I seen what happened from where I was standing. Do you need me to call someone?” She asked, bending down to look at your ankle. “You look like you’re about to get sick.”

“Oh, i'm about sixteen weeks pregnant, that’s why… but other than that… I should be fine.” You gulped.

“Huh, I didn’t even notice.” She chuckled, holding your ankle in her hand.

“Yeah, I-um-I like baggy shirts.” You half smiled, rubbing your belly. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Oh, I’m Bridget. Are they your kids? I see you here with them a lot.” Bridget smiled up at you.

“No… this is my first pregnancy. I’m just the nanny. Well and their step-Mom. I always forget that part.” You joked.

Bridget chuckled, “my best advice for you is to go home and put some ice on that. It looks pretty swollen.”

“Okay.” You stood up to gather the kids things. “Woah, dizzy spell.”

You scratched your forehead and immediately sat back down.

“Here, maybe you should call somebody to come pick you up. I’ll get their things for you.”

You took Bridget’s advice and phoned Jared, but to no surprise, he didn’t answer. He was too busy filming, So you dialed Danneel’s number.

“Hey” She exclaimed. “So, I’m almost at your house with the kids, are you home?”

“Actually, can you come to the park? I really need you. I think I sprained my ankle and I walked to the park with the kids and the dog.”

“Now you can’t walk home… right. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes, sit tight.” Danneel said.

“Thanks, Dee.”

“Of course, you know you can always call me.I’ll be there soon.”

You sat back in the bench as Danneel ended the call. Thank god you had a friend like Danneel that you could always count on.

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[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader - 10 Things The Joker Randomly Does That Kind of Prove He Cares

1.   J is in a good mood more often. It strangely happened after he met you: the first year he had two good days the whole year, the second year he had four and this year is about to have the sixth day and the year is not even over yet! A new record.

The King of Gotham calls you Insanity when he’s in a good mood; that’s the signal you can ask for pretty much whatever you want and he won’t say no.

“Hey Insanity,” J greets when you open your eyes in the morning.

You gasp. OMG, he’s gonna be in a good mood today, such a rare occurrence!

“Hi handsome,” you kiss him super-fast and don’t waste a single moment so you start your tirade:

“Can we spend the day at the beach?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we make love instead of having sex?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we hold hands more than 20 seconds?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can we say lovey-dovey things to each other?” “Don’t push it, Insanity.”

Crap.

But you remember your secret weapon and sweetly smile. J squirms, uncomfortable. “Ummm…maybe…no guarantees.”

Jackpot!

“Can we make out for more than 10 minutes before you undress me?”

“Yeah.”

Jackpot!

“Can I call you “my sexy Metal Mouth” after you undress me?”

“Don’t push it, Insanity!”

Crap.

Oh no, here’s the sweet smile again and your boyfriend fusses under the covers, uneasy.

“Ummm…maybe…just once…no guarantees…”

Jackpot!

2.   The Joker never buys you flowers but he makes sure fresh ones are delivered for each room at the penthouse every three days. He likes to break a random one from the bouquets and places it behind your ear.

You’re usually reading a book but stop when he does that.

“Thank you baby,” and you smile in such a sweet way it catches him off guard. You go back to your reading and he sits there, staring and mumbling words. “Want me to get you anything?” you offer, turning the page; can’t really tell what he said.

“No, I have stuff to do!” he sulks, slowly walking away. What J actually said was that you look very cute with that flower but got pissed at himself since you almost heard him. A very unique way to give his girl flowers but it counts; gets a solid E for Effort.

3.   He is reeeaaally straining to do something nice for you once a month.

It’s July, 95 degrees out there; scorching hot and The Joker places his jacket around your shoulders. He saw that in a movie once and figured chicks dig it.

“I’m so hot already,” you try to give it back and see he’s getting angry and then it hits: must be that one nice thing he does monthly. “On the other hand, the air conditioning in the car is going to be full blast and you know I get cold easily.” You keep his jacket and J keeps his cool.

For August he plans to outrun every single nice thing he ever did for you: since you can’t swim he’s going to push you in the river, leave you in there for a bit and save you before you drawn. My God, you will love that for sure!

4.   He takes you to casinos because you like to gamble.

His business partners own your favorite so they close out and seal a whole room just for you two to play the slots machines.

“Baby, I’m not winning!” you stump your foot, pouting.

J loses his shit.

“Why is my girl not winning, hm?” he yells at the guys.

“Well, sir, it’s just luck,” one comments and The Clown Prince of Crime is not happy with the answer.

“My woman needs no luck, SHE HAS ME ! If she doesn’t win in the next 15 minutes, you’ll see what happens !!!!” and J hands you over another stack of 100 dollars bills because you like to play maximum bet and you run out of money pretty fast.

Fortunately, you win $100,000 and it makes you so excited you jump up and down, clapping and laughing. The Joker is excited too for a different reason: he keeps on glaring at your cleavage and your boobs almost bursting out of the tight fabric.

You don’t collect the money because you don’t need it: you just like to win. The blue eyed devil just KNOWS you will be this enthusiastic next month also when he will toss you in the river to let you drawn. You will certainly jump up and down after he saves you.

Probably J’s gonna have a huge surprise regarding his plan, but for now we’ll let him believe in his dream; gets a solid D for Delusional.

5.   The Joker goes insane if he only gets a hint somebody is disrespecting his Queen.

Once he shot somebody because the man said “hello” to you and J didn’t like the tone of his voice. Actually, the dude had a cold; that’s why he sounded weird. Oops!

Another time J thought a guy was giving you the evil eye and stabbed him on the spot.Actually, the dude just had corrective eye surgery and was blinking faster than normal. Oops!

Today is legit though. Both walked in at the meeting right when two smugglers were talking garbage about his Princess. They were saying you look average, not that attractive and The Joker could do better.

He absolutely lost his marbles ! Beat them to a pulp while screaming:

“My woman is not that attractive?! By whose standards you pieces of shit ?! Every time I look at her, my pants are getting tighter !! Do you understand what I’m saying?! I like her and that’s the only standard there is!” and he keeps on kicking them and punching them, completely out of control.

After he’s done and your henchmen take bodies away, you have to ice his bruised up hands; the skin is scraped too.

“Thank you,” you kiss his knuckles and emerge them back in the iced water, smitten by his actions. “Nobody did this for me before, you’re my hero,” you point out, drunk on euphoria.

“This town already has a hero; goddamned Batsy takes all the glory! The bastard is selfish, hates to share the spotlight!” J rolls his eyes.

“Who cares about him?! You’re my hero,” you kiss him and have to say: “I think your pants are getting tighter,” and he growls:

“Either I need new pants or I need to get laid.”

“We’ll go with the second option, OK?” you sweetly smile again and he’s feeling warmer even with his hands in ice.

“If you insist,” he sighs, hating the fact that he did two nice things for you this month instead of just one.

6.   The Joker can’t cook but once a week he makes breakfast in bed.  

Takes him an hour and a half to finish and you are famished. Finally shows up with toast, a boiled egg and salt.

“What took you so long? I’m starving!” you whine, seeing there is almost nothing on your plate…again.

“You can’t rush these things, Kitten ! It has to be perfect, OK?” he raises his voice and you realize you talked too much.

“It is very good,” you take a bite of your toast. “You are getting better and better at this!” you praise his aptitudes and strike his ego.

“I am basically a chef,” J concludes and you peck his cheek, mesmerized by how he has such an outstanding opinion about himself.

“And my hero,” you add and he takes a deep breath, pride making his chest go up and down faster. “Batsy can’t even compare to you.”

“Precisely, Pumpkin. He’s just a psycho out of control.”

“Indeed,” you agree, wanting to emphasize that nobody is sexier than your sexy Metal Mouth but you already used the opportunity when he was in a good mood the other day so you shut up.

7.    J is aware you love his purple coat so he custom ordered an outfit for you made of the same crock material, this way you match.

It’s a two piece ensemble: a very skimpy little bra and an equally flimsy thong, only for him to see. You were thinking you’re getting a halter top and a skirt or something? Ha! Forget about it!

8.   The Joker comforts you when you cry.

“Seriously, Kitten, you’re not ugly,” he caresses your hair while holding you in his arms.

“I am ugly!!” you continue to bawl, making a mess of his favorite silver shirt.

“Hey, look at me,” J lifts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet, this way maybe he can save whatever is left of his shirt also. “When I wake up in the morning and I see you, I don’t get scared. If you were ugly, I would freak out. But I don’t, which means you look fine.”

“You mean it?” you sniffle, squeezing him harder.

“Absolutely. It could be much worse.”

“So now I look bad and I could look worse in the future?!” whaling restarts.

He walked right into this one unprepared.

“Nahhhh, it can’t get worse than this,” he kisses you and then adds since you cry your eyes out. “ What the hell, I’m teasing; calm down woman! Crying makes you very ugly!”

You stop instantly.

I guess he was prepared after all.

9.    He gives you massages even if you don’t ask for them.

For some reason, his hands always slip in your undies.

“That’s not my back,” you utter and J is quick to respond:

“My bad, Pumpkin.”

For some reason, his hands always get to your boobs afterwards.

“That’s not my back.”

“My bad, Princess.”

“Did you just say my Bat?” you tease and your butt gets pinched.

“Hilarious! Want him to come and give you a massage too?!”

“I wouldn’t mind,” the reply makes The Joker turn you around and you get pinned under his body.

“Watch it, you bad girl!” he snarls, smelling your freshly washed hair.

“Did you just say Bat girl?” you giggle and he grinds his teeth:

“Are you starting to get a kink for Batsy?”

“Me?! No way! I like my hero,” you stretch your neck to kiss him and he purrs, wanting to get the most out of it.

“I am your hero; remember that next month in August,OK?”

He is surely referring to that nice thing he’ll do for you when you’ll be pushed in the river to drawn and he’ll save you in the last moment. Oh, yeah, you’ll enjoy it tremendously!

10.   J learns French just for you.

Spent the whole day fussing around with the dictionary, three laptops and five books until he realized he got what he wanted out of it.

“Princess, I’m done,” your boyfriend announces, victorious.

You can’t wait to hear everything, you’re gonna lose your mind. The Joker takes a deep breath and pronounces with perfect accent:

“Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” (Do you want to sleep with me tonight?)

That’s all he knows.

Holy Commissar Gordon! That’s sooo hot because it’s the only French you know too. Plus the answer:

“Oui, (yes)" you wink at him and he is totally turned on.

“Oh my God, Y/N, you didn’t tell me you speak French fluently!”

“Surprise,” you grin, signaling him to come closer. “We gotta compare notes, don’t you think?”

“Definitely,” J licks his lips, ready to comply since his pants are getting tighter.

Hmmm…either he needs new pants or he needs to get laid. I suppose you’ll go with the second option one more time.

 Also read: MASTERLIST

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Fire in his heart, fire in his eyes

Fire on his head and in the fist

Coming straight for my face

Nursey sighed loudly and slumped against the table. When no one reacted, he added in a little groan.

“Shut up, Nurse,” Dex said, not looking up from his laptop. “You're the one who put off the assignment for so long.”

“Writing is hard,” Nursey whined, rubbing at his eyes. “Poetry is hard . And my prof is so critical, she almost made a kid cry last week when she told him that poems comparing women to flowers are so overdone that even Shakespeare wouldn't want to read them anymore.”

“Boo hoo,” Dex deadpanned, still not looking at Nursey. “I'm already letting you observe me for the sake of poetry . Listening to you bitch and moan about it wasn't part of the deal.”

Before Nursey could argue, Bitty sashayed over and set down a large slice of cherry pie by Dex’s elbow. “Dex, sweetheart, eat some pie and do your work. You get mean when you're stressed.”

Dex rolled his eyes but grinned up at Bitty. “I'm always mean, Bits. Thank you for the pie.”

Bitty patted his shoulder then leaned over to assess Nursey. “You want some pie, hun?”

“Is there a muse hidden under that crust?” Nursey asked. He possibly tended towards histrionics when he was running on three hours of sleep and a disgusting cocktail of energy drinks from Ransom’s stash. “If not, no thank you.”

Bitty made a vaguely distressed noise. “S’not like you to turn down baked goods. What's the assignment? Must be a real toughie, I've never seen you so…”

“Unchill?” Dex asked, smirking. If he wasn't dying, Nursey might've chucked his Norton anthology at the fucker’s head.

Instead, he sighed again and said, “I'm supposed to write a collection of poems about someone I know. The assignment was to watch said person and draw from both your visual observations and your intrinsic emotional response to their presence. I'm with Poindexter a lot and he pisses me off 90% of the time so I figured I'd get some good shit from using him as my person.”

Bitty moved to better read the scribbled words in Nursey’s Moleskine. His hand ghosted across the back of Nursey’s neck, then settled between his shoulder blades, solid and warm through the fabric of Nursey’s Henley.

“Lotsa fire goin’ on, huh?” Bitty asked with a wry grin. Dex audibly scoffed, abandoning his computer for the slice of pie Bitty had brought him.

Nursey couldn't help but smile back at Bitty. Not smiling at Bitty was like kicking a puppy or telling Chowder that the Sharks were a half-rate team. Only evil people didn't smile at Bitty. “The next line was gonna be about setting him on fire. Literally.”

“Fgck ghff-” Dex mumbled around a large bite of pie. Bitty laughed, the sound like wind chimes rustled by a warm, summer breeze just after dawn as the birds were beginning to sing-

Oh.

“Bitty!” Nursey cried, sitting up straight. The motion sent several books to the floor and Dex’s laptop teetered dangerously close to the table’s edge. Bitty looked startled beyond belief, hand over his heart, face pale and frozen. “Bitty, you can be my person!”

Dex choked a little on his pie. Bitty didn't look any less taken aback, but color was returning to his face at a very rapid rate.

“Oh, um, sure?” Bitty hurried over to slap Dex on the back as he coughed and hacked. “But- and gosh , don't take this the wrong way - why me? How am I any better than Mr. Fire over here?”

“Well, for starters,” Nursey said, leaning over to pull Dex’s laptop further away from the edge of the table. “I don't want to set you on fire.”

Though still trying to clear his throat, Dex managed to glare at him. Bitty rubbed soothing circles in Dex’s back and Nursey found he longed to switch places with Dex, just to feel those thin, strong fingers kneading his skin the way they kneaded dough, slick with cooking oil and egg whites and-

“But also,” he continued quickly, tearing his eyes from Bitty’s hands. “The poems are due tomorrow, no one else is around the Haus tonight, and I feel way more inspired by you than by William tonight.”

my grandmother sang of apple pie the

night they called the priest.

the (our?) father dipped her hands in oil but

how could it be as holy as the tang of

sugared fruit (eve’s fruit) under her tongue?

  they tell me she burned her fingers on

ovenhot metal every week (day? I cannot

recall now) when she lived. the boy in my

kitchen has burns across his arms (i do not

see them but they are

there) and slips sugared fruit between my

lips.

  my grandmother’s house held a

husband, two children, and a (happy?)

wife-mother-eve’s-daughter, but

i did not know family until i

tasted (felt)(loved) apple slices tucked

beneath a crust (tongue) by

holy-oil-flour-sugared fingers

  -d. m. nurse

 “The composition is sloppy,” Professor Ngo said, and Nursey bit his tongue. The hardest part of workshops was the fact that he wasn't allowed to speak, couldn't explain or defend his work. It was for his own personal growth as a writer, sure, but creative writing majors could be brutal . “I like the direction you were going with the religious imagery, though the family line was very heavy handed.”

“It was an interesting choice to bring in such sexual imagery,” Kayla said, circling something on the print-out of his poems. “Kinda risky move when half the thing is about your grandmother, but I think it worked nicely.”

To her right, Nathaniel nodded. “I like the association between your grandmother and Eve - maybe, like, a forbidden sexuality in a repressed era? And then using the same imagery to describe your boyfriend, y’know, a different kind of ‘forbidden’ sexuality in a modern e-”

“Wait, what?” Nursey said, then clapped a hand over his mouth. Silently, Professor Ngo made a red mark on her paper, taking one point of his grade for speaking during the critique. Dammit .

Nathaniel raised an eyebrow at Nursey. “Um, like I was saying, comparing your boyfriend-”

“He's not!” God dammit. Nursey clapped both hands over his mouth, nearly glaring the Professor as she took another point off.

“Oh, uh.” Nathaniel looked helplessly at Kayla, who shrugged. “Could've fooled me.”

“The poem is intensely passionate,” Professor Ngo said, and Nursey was almost certain she was smirking at him. “The subject is clearly framed in an important and, frankly, sexual light. It doesn't matter if he's a boyfriend, an ex, a close friend, a hated enemy - the subject clearly represents a genuine sense of family outside of blood ties.”

“I think there's also a sense of longing, there,” Pippa said, flashing a truly sycophantic smile at Professor Ngo. “To make a family with the subject, the way the grandmother had a family.”

“I don't see that interpretation,” Professor Ngo said and Nursey longed for the earth to open up and swallow him whole. “Would you care to elaborate where you see that?”

It took everything Nursey had not to groan and slam his head down onto the desk repeatedly.

Nursey didn't want to say the kegster was being thrown for him, but he would admit to very casually mentioning to Ransom and Holster that he absolutely needed to get fucking smashed tonight. It wasn't his fault if the captains were easily persuaded.

Dex was on Nursey Patrol, as he often was, which meant that Nursey would have very little actual supervision. With a pointed look, Dex pushed up one of Nursey’s sleeves and wrote, in thick, black Sharpie, “IF LOST OR DYING, CALL DEX,” followed by his phone number. Nursey wanted to be pissed off about it, but this tactic probably saved him from freezing to death in a snowbank last year so he kept his mouth shut.

“If you wanna go home with someone,” Dex said in a bored tone. “Come to me first so I can make sure you're not too drunk. If you wanna go back to your dorm, tell me before you leave or else I'll send Holster after you. Don't go near the kitchen, don’t try to dance on anything elevated, and try to drink some water. Got it?”

“Yes, Mom,” Nursey said, rolling his eyes.

“Don't take that tone with me,” Dex said, capping his Sharpie and shoving it into his pocket. “You have no right to complain after the Slip n’ Slide incident.”

“That was one time ,” Nursey muttered, but Dex didn't pay him any attention.

“Come on, we’re already late,” Dex said, grabbing Nursey’s jacket and ushering him out of the door. “Jack’s gonna be there and I wanna talk to him before he disappears.”

“He won't disappear if Shitty’s there,” Nursey said, letting Dex herd him towards the Haus. He hadn't realized it until he'd seen Dex help Bitty in the kitchen, but the dude was such a mother hen. “They're, like, super tight.”

Dex waggled his eyebrows. “Given how often Shitty was naked in Jack’s bed last year, I'd say they're more than tight .”

Nursey hummed as he considered the possibility. “You think? Zimmermann kinda reeks of Macho Straight Guy.”

A year ago, Nursey never would've expected to have this conversation with Dex. But they'd both grown a lot since then; nobody was their best freshman year. “I mean, I don't know if they've done anything about it, but there's, like, an annoying amount of sexual tension between them. Plus, like, could you imagine Jack Zimmermann cuddling with anyone else, man or woman, other than Shitty? Like, maybe Bits. Maybe.”

An unsettling jealousy pooled in Nursey’s gut. “Bitty? You think?”

Dex shrugged. “You'd have to be blind not to have seen his crush on Jack last semester. But I think he's gotten over it. He and Jack are bro-ier than Holster and Ransom.”

“Huh.” Nursey gave Dex an appraising look. “How do you know all this stuff?”

“Are you serious, Nurse?” Dex scoffed. “Dude, I pay attention. You’re the artiste . Aren’t you supposed to be more in touch with human emotions than a lowly STEM nerd like myself?”

“Shut up,” Nursey mumbled, jostling Dex with his shoulder. “So, Bitty had a crush on Jack?”

The knowing, amused smirk on Dex’s face was not appreciated. “Yeah. Why’re you so interested?”

“No reason,” Nursey said quickly. He and Dex had come a long way but they weren’t at that level of friendship yet.

Dex looked unconvinced. “Sure,” he said lightly. “My friend, Raquel, is in your workshop this semester. She had some interesting things to say about your poems.” Nursey’s blood ran cold. “She thinks it’s sweet you chose your boyfriend as your subject.”

“I will literally pay you to shut up,” Nursey said, face burning in the cool night. They stood outside the Haus, where the music was loud enough to shake the porch dangerously. “Please, Dex.”

“Okay, okay,” Dex said quickly, smirk fading. “But, like, I’m just saying- you should go for it.”

“Okay,” Nursey mumbled, hunching in on himself a bit. “Got it.”

Dex rolled his eyes and jerked his chin up at the Haus. “I’m gonna go find Jack. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Don’t do anything Shitty would do. Go flirt pathetically with Bits. Drink water.”

Before Nursey could protest, Dex was jogging up the porch steps. “Fine,” he huffed and quickly followed.

When he entered the Haus, Nursey immediately found Dex talking to Shitty. A glance across the crowded room, and he found Jack preoccupied...dancing?

Nursey hadn’t once seen Jack Zimmermann dance in the year they’d known each other. But when Jack shifted and revealed Bitty dancing alongside him, it suddenly made a lot more sense.

A sinking feeling in his gut, Nursey scurried to kitchen where Ransom and Holster had laid out their typical smorgasbord of bottom-shelf liquors and store-brand mixers. He made himself a cup of Mr. Popper and Pinnacle (whipped cream flavor, what the fuck ?) and took several quick and inadvisable gulps before returning to the living room.

Bitty had disappeared somehwere and Dex was still talking with Shitty, so Jack now leaned against the wall awkwardly, watching the captains usher Chowder to the keg for his congratulatory shut-out kegstand. Nursey approached him after another swig of his drink, trying to quell the weird emotion bubbling in his chest.

“Hey, Nurse,” Jack said, barely loud enough to be heard over the music. “You alright?”

“Hmm?” Crap, Nursey’s emotions must’ve been showing if Jack could sense something was off. “Oh, ha, yeah. Just had a weird workshop experience I’m trying to banish away with booze and dancing.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, face impassive. “Oh? You know, I always found peer critique to be...enlightening.”

“That’s a word for it,” Nursey mumbled into his cup. He couldn’t help, however, to notice Jack’s eyes flickering to Shitty, soft and tender. Maybe...maybe Jack had a point.

“Listen to your classmates,” Jack said clapping Nursey on the shoulder, pushing himself off the wall. “Sometimes it takes an outside perspective to learn something new about yourself.”

“O...kay,” Nursey said lamely as Jack walked off to wrap an arm around Shitty’s shoulders. It was casual, platonic, bro-y , but Nursey didn’t miss the soft smile on Jack’s face or the way Shitty leaned into the embrace. Dex, who had now launched into a conversation with Jack, also seemed to notice, and shot Nursey a smug look when Jack wasn’t looking.

“So, how’d the poems go?”

Nursey looked up to see Bitty standing there, a vision in his red tank top and jean shorts. His cheeks were flushed from dancing, his mouth stained red from the cranberry mixer in the kitchen.

Nursey sighed, ignoring the tightening feeling in his abdomen. “Well, apparently my work is sexual, even when I’m talking about my grandmother, so I’m drinking to forget everything they said in the workshop.”

Bitty laughed and pouted in sympathy. “I’m sorry. But why were you writing about your grandma? I thought I was your muse.” He leaned in and fluttered his eyelashes dramatically. Nursey snorted and shoved lightly at his shoulder.

“I was relating the way you cook out of love to the way she cooked out of a sense of duty,” Nursey said quickly, feeling awkward. He hated discussing his poetry, especially with people whose opinions mattered to him. “It was a dumb idea, but I put the poems off so long…”

“I think it sounds nice,” Bitty said, leaning in. Nursey could feel the warmth of his body, smell the cranberry juice on his breath. He wanted to open up his chest and envelope Bitty whole, have him inside-

Nursey took a long drink to combat the direction his mind was taking him.

“Better than all the fire metaphors I had going on with Dex,” Nursey said with a sigh. “He just didn’t...spark my imagination the way you do.”

Bitty looked down at his shoes, a small, pleased smile on his face. “That’s...sweet, I think.”

“No,” Nursey said, something clicking in the back of his mind. “It’s inevitable.”

With a deep breath, like he was jumping off a diving board into deep, cold water, Nursey surged down and captured Bitty’s mouth in a kiss.

Bitty froze for a second, stunned, then wrapped his arms around Nursey’s neck and pulled them together, standing on his toes to shorten the distance.

Nursey’s hands itched to write as Bitty deepened the kiss. He wanted to scribble out paragraphs about the cherry-red hue of Bitty’s lips, the way he tasted like sunlight, the way Nursey felt like coins had fallen from his eyes in the light of this new discovery-

But then Bitty pulled back and smiled up at him, radiant, and every metaphor and adjective and long, run-on sentence faded away. Nursey’s mind quieted as it zeroed in on the crinkles of Bitty’s large, warm eyes, the hopeful way he looked at Nursey.

“Nothing to say?” Bitty chirped, leaning close so Nursey could hear him over the music. “What happened to all your words, Mr. Lit Major?”

Nursey turned his head slightly to ghost his lips over Bitty’s ear. “How can I speak when you take my breath away?”

Bitty laughed, light and clear, and gently fisted Nursey’s shirt in his hands. “Charmer,” he said. “I guess we’ll have to occupy your mouth in other ways.”

Nursey brushed his fingers over Bitty’s brow, the ridge of his cheek, the dimples that formed when he smiled. Freckles marched up the bridge of his nose in scattered form, and the valleys of his collar bone invited Nursey to taste the salt of his skin there. He was a living masterpiece, Nursey decided, and the way his eyes followed Nursey’s every movement made it clear the feeling was mutual.

He took Bitty’s hand, heart fluttering as Bitty’s eyes lit up, and let himself be pulled from the room and toward the stairs. Bitty looked back over his shoulder as they ascended, and Nursey tightened his grip; he’d found his muse in this beautiful, kind man and there was no way he’d ever let go.

[My writing tag]

[artificialqueens]

One Single Moment (Bitney) - Veronica

FIC CHALLENGE PROMPT #4 - RHYTHM, OCCASION, HATE

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything besides AU, but this prompt grabbed my attention and I figured it would be a fun way to get back to straight up canon-inspired drag queen fanfic. Hope you guys enjoy! XOXO, V

Summary - Roy gets inexplicably jealous when he sees Shane making out with a dude at a pride party, and turns into a miserable nightmare. Shane teases the truth out of him and they are both surprised by the results. Rating: Explicit

TW: heavy drinking, gay slurs (as used by Bianca Del Rio, not in a hate crime-y way)

I’m a slut for beta readers. So special thanks to my boo @toriibelledarling for her guidance with the initial concept and early intervention!! And of course, my Bitney idol, @artificialzeezee (anytime you come across a phrase and think “wow, I didn’t know V had literary skills…” I don’t. That was Z.) And the indispensable feedback from both @noxcounterspell and @wednesdayangeline !! And last but not least, @spokywrites for convincing me that I was smoking crack when I said I might not include smut. I love all you guys, thank you so much!! xoxo

Roy sits at the bar, pounding back shots, bitterness swirling around him like a dark cloud, trying to figure out where it all went wrong.

It had been such a good day - a great day. It was so rare nowadays for Bianca and Courtney to get booked together, so this Pride gig was one of the most fun they’d had in years. A day of constant insults, laughter and drinking. Three of her favorite things. And Courtney. Of course. Bianca started out the intro teasing her about her pants allergy, mocked her singing, and called her a washed-up wannabe Spice Girl, among other things. Courtney relished the attention, preening and blowing kisses and deflecting by telling Bianca she was a miserable old cunt, eyes glittering with joy.

Afterwards, they’d changed and hit the town, and it was like old times. The two of them, exploring the nightlife of an unfamiliar city, pushing their way through throngs of sweaty, exuberant crowds, gripping hands and bickering, and Roy couldn’t help glancing over, amused, at Shane, his face lit up with joy at the magic of Pride, like it was something he hadn’t experienced 50 times a year for the last decade.

Roy knew that he was kidding himself. When he repeated, over and over, that they were just friends. That this imaginary boundary he set for himself was sure to get crossed at some point. That the lingering glances, the fleeting fantasies, the hugs that lasted a little too long…it had to mean something. But he stuffed his feelings down, buried them deep, held them at bay with the next best thing. A profound, ride-or-die friendship, flirting just enough to get a small thrill but never crossing That Line. Exchanging all the banter and barbs and repartee of a 30s screwball comedy, only no happily ever after at the end. Convincing himself that he didn’t need that part, because he had his best friend. Which was more than enough, right?

And all it took was a moment, one moment, to destroy everything.

The club was a two story monstrosity with pounding bass and swirling lights. Shane hung on Roy’s arm, doing his typical thing, flirting with everyone who came within a 6-foot radius, begging Roy to dance. But Roy had another plan - drink until he felt happily buzzed, then, only once he’d put up a good fight, let Shane get his way, dragging him onto the dance floor. Where they’d be sandwiched together in the final ecstatic hour before closing, and Roy could stare into his gleaming eyes for a song or two, the dizzying lights and drunken crowd a perfect cover for an illicit, sweaty, not-quite-friends, not-quite-more embrace.

“Please?”

“I said no, you wretched cumbiscuit,” Roy countered, dimples deep in his cheeks, waving at the bartender again.

“Enough drinking, come dance,” Shane whined.

“I’ve only had two drinks, and I hate dancing…”

“You’ve PURCHASED two drinks, B. That dude over there bought us shots, and you also had drinks at dinner, and we’ve been to three other bars today where I’m pretty sure you were drinking–”

“So now you’re tracking my alcohol intake, asshole?” Roy feigned offense.

Shane giggled, tugging on his arm. “I’m just saying, I think you’re fully lubricated enough that you can handle a dance floor.”

“Lubricated?” Roy raised his eyebrow.

“Yes! Pleeeease…” Shane simpered.

“Mmmm…no.” Roy shook him off, tossing him a bunch of dismissive air kisses.

Shane pouted prettily. “Fine…I’ll just dance on my own then…” He pointed to the speakers, where Robyn’s ‘Dancing On My Own’ was playing.

Rolling his eyes, Roy lifted his glass in a toast. “Kismet!” he shouted, as Shane giggled and began to sing along, clutching his chest dramatically.

“Oooh-ooh-ooh……I’ll keep dancing on my own…” He twirled, finding a group of girls in rainbow flower headbands to dance who shrieked happily, screaming, “OMIGOD, COURTNEY!”

“I’m gonna go pee!” Roy called out to him.

Shane made the “WHATEVER” sign, tongue out.

“MATURE, BITCH!” Roy shouted, shaking his head and laughing some more.

Roy couldn’t have been in the bathroom for more than five minutes. And that’s only because there was a line. But when he stepped out, Shane wasn’t with those girls anymore. He was on the far side of the dance floor, pressed up against the wall, making out with some dude. Some fucking man whore in rainbow mesh shorts, triceps bulging, the smooth tan skin of his back glowing with youth and vigor.

It was like a sucker punch straight to the gut.

And Roy could suddenly feel every drop of alcohol he’d had drowning him in adrenaline. All he saw, was Shane…his Shane, in the arms of this stranger; the shock of a new found possessiveness was nothing compared to the unjustified anger that nearly knocked him sideways.

And that’s the moment when everything suddenly changed. When seething, blinding hate for this person Roy had never met began to course through his veins like fire. When his heart pounded with rage, his chest tight with the kind of intense jealousy that left him gasping for air.

He turned back to the bar, ordering shots, one after the other, and as he downed them, in quick succession, as he went back over the day’s events, thinking about how everything can shatter in an instant. Love is bullshit. A figment of our adolescent delusions.

There’d been no promises made between them. Roy had to admit that, as he drowned his bitterness with more and more liquor. So why did that moment feel like such a betrayal? It had always seemed, for all their head games, for all their bullshit, that at least they were on the same page. But now…

He swallowed the last shot in one gulp, the pathetic thought echoing in his head like the worst mantra of all time, unanswerable and dripping with self-loathing…

What is wrong with me?

And now here he is. Drunk, angry, disoriented. Filled with the horrifying realization that he has somehow, without meaning to, fallen for one of his best friends. His best friend. Who hasn’t the faintest idea. Who is probably off fucking some 25 year old underwear model on a stairwell right now. Roy feels sick, shakes his mind free of that terrible imagery, but is left with something worse - his own feelings.

If he’s honest with himself, it isn’t the feelings that bother him - he’s known about that for ages, and made his peace with their fucked up, unrequited dynamic. It’s this suffering, this pitiful feeling of helpless, jealous rage, that is pissing him off. Because he knows that after tonight, after what he just saw, all of his courage is gone. He knows now that he’s not ever going to have the guts to do anything. To say anything. He’ll be trapped. Forever doomed to watch from the outside, always invited to the party, but never really part of it.

Circling his finger on the rim of his glass, he tries to think about anything else- he looks around the bar for someone else to think about, but no one compares to Shane, unfortunately. It’s horrendous, to know he’s stuck in this miserable state of–

“Hey!”

Roy rubs his eyes, looking up to see Shane standing in front of him, bright-eyed, like nothing has happened. Like it’s all just a normal, magical night at the club. Lips a bit swollen, courtesy of his little friend back on the dance floor. Slut. “Having fun?” Roy can’t help the nasty, bitter edge his voice has.

“Yeah. I wish you were. What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I dunno. Too many faggots, I guess.”

“Wow, Nice. Happy Pride!” Shane lifts his arms up, grinning. “Remember to save some of that festive spirit for the rest of us.”

“Ugh.”

“Seriously, where’d that winning smile disappear to?” Shane teases, poking him in the cheek. “Why do you look like such a morose dickhead?”

“Why are you such a fuckin whore?”

Shane raises his eyebrows, eyes dancing with laughter. Lips twisted in an infuriating smirk. “Ummmm…I dunno. That’s a good question. Maybe ‘cause it’s fun?”

Roy scoffs.

Shane leans in, whispering, “I have something really important to tell you, though.”

“Yeah, what?” Roy asks flatly.

Shane lifts a finger, pausing dramatically for a moment, and then sings breathily against his ear, along with the music, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me…”

Roy shakes him off. He can’t take the lighthearted flirting right now. It’s intended to make him smile, make him laugh, he knows this, but it’s doing the opposite. It’s making him want to scream, pound his fists on the table, to throw his glass against the wall.

“Na na na, come on…” Shane continues, taunting Roy, fingers dancing along the back of his neck as he moves his hips rhythmically against him.

“Stop it!”

Shane laughs. “Fine. You know what you are? You’re the Grinch who stole Pride!” He shimmies back over to the dance floor, once again immediately finding a group of people to dance with, tossing sultry glances back over his shoulder.

Roy groans into his drink. Getting drunk is a lot more fun when he doesn’t feel so miserable, and of course when he’s not pining over his best friend, who seems to be having the time of his life. Roy wishes he could feel the same excitement everyone seemed to be having - maybe he’s just getting too old for nights on the tear, watching everyone else get lucky. He manages to ignore him for awhile, takes a few photos with excited fans, managing to feign enthusiasm, until he feels hands on his waist, hot breath on his neck, Whitney being crooned in his ear.

“I need a man who’ll take a chance On a love that burns hot enough to last So when the night falls My lonely heart caaaaaaalls…”

Shane slides his hands up and down Roy’s back, and there’s a haunting electricity between them; that maybe had been there the whole time if Roy bothered to have acknowledged it before. Roy feels a shiver go through him as the blonde bites playfully at him, lips grazing his neck.

“Oh, I wanna dance with somebody I wanna feel the heat with somebody Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody With somebody who loves me…”

Roy glares at him. “Delightful. Shocking that you didn’t win Idol. It’s like Whitney’s come back from the dead.”

Shane giggles. “Why thank you, sir.”

“Pfff,” Roy scoffs, irritated.

He slings an arm around Roy’s shoulders. “So. Ready to join in the party yet, or still wanna sit here drowning your sorrows like a hateful old hag?”

“Hateful old hag is my aol screenname,” Roy shoots back, glowering at him.

“Aol? Damn, you are old!” Shane’s eyes twinkle. “Come dance.”

Roy raises his middle finger. “Go fuck yourself.”

Shane sighs. “It’s PRIDE! And it’s your birthday week! It’s a special occasion! What kind of gay man goes to Pride and doesn’t at least grind against a couple of cute guys at a club? Or, maybe just one particularly attractive blonde guy with a sexy aussie accent.”

Roy rolls his eyes, curses softly under his breath before managing to meet Shane’s eyes with a playful glare. “We’re fucking drag queens, you asshole. This is my fifth Pride this year, and I’m booked for 47 more. I think I’m good.” He isn’t even going to touch the fucking birthday comment. Another fucking year. Fabulous.

Shane laughs. “America’s next drag superstar…Bianca Del Rio!”

“Hey, I won the grand prize, not Miss Congeniality. So…” Roy tosses back the rest of his drink and catches the eye of the bartender, gesturing for another.

“Alright, well. Good luck with that drink. What’s that, number 22?” Shane tugs affectionately on his ear.

Roy slaps his hand away. “Stop it. I don’t know, I’m not fuckin counting.”

Shane’s eyes suddenly light up. “Britney!” He presses a wet kiss to Roy’s cheek, right by his ear, and skips back to the dance floor.

Roy accepts the fresh drink and takes a sip, closing his eyes. He turns around to give Shane some judgemental side-eye, and is met with a full-on Courtney performance, writhing and grinding to the heavy rhythm of the pounding bass, using boys from the dance floor as props.

“I’m a…slaaaave for you, I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I’m a…slaaaave for you, I won’t deny it, I’m not trying to hide it Baby, don’t you wanna, dance up on me…”

Roy grips his glass, seething. God, was he always so naive? Maybe in his 20s when the most important thing was getting a tan and not catching something from a club toilet, but he thought age had taught him to be cynical and unbreakable- a better, stronger person in his opinion. He wanted to be aloof with his emotions, but here he was with his heart on his sleeve, all because he saw his best friend kissing someone else. When did he acquire human feelings, and a real working lustful, loving heart?! He looks back into the crowd, seeing Shane in the midst of dozens of people’s heated desires, and he tries to arrange the cluttering within his mind to have a clearer focus on what feeling is the most prominent.

Of course Shane has no idea how this seductive little performance is the last fucking thing Roy needs. How what he perceives as some typical flirting, a little teasing to cheer up his friend in a bad mood, is actually driving him fucking crazy. Every flash of his eyes, every arch of his back, thrust of his hips. Hands running up his body, tongue slowly licking his lips…Shane is just being Shane. Just playing around, tossing invisible hair and pulling faces and Roy has no idea why it’s suddenly having this kind of effect on him.

The result, actually, is that Roy is getting angrier and angrier until he is literally fuming; smoke pouring out his ears, eyes turning red rage. After the last drink - another double shot, which he finishes in one gulp, slamming down the glass so hard it nearly breaks, he closes out his tab and slides off the stool, pulling on his sweatshirt and heading for the door, blood boiling.

-

He’s almost halfway down the block when he feels Shane’s hands grabbing him from behind. He groans. So much for his escape.

“Hey! Were you seriously going to abandon me back there?”

Roy doesn’t answer, keeps walking.

“Bianca!”

Roy shrugs him off. “It didn’t seem like you’d miss me.”

“Um, what the fuck, B? We’re alone in a strange city! What happened to the buddy system? This is how someone ends up dead in a ditch. You wanna leave, you have to at least tell me, so I know you’re okay…”

“Maybe I’m not okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fairly obvious.” Shane laughs. “So what’s your problem? You were fine earlier. Did you get bad news or something?”

“Just…drop it…”

“You used to be a lot more fun…” Shane pokes him in the side.

“You used to have a lot more hair.”

Shane pretends to be offended. “Low blow.”

“Yeah, well.” Roy looks away, striding down the street, hands deep in his pockets.

Shane prances beside him, pestering him. “Well, then, what’s the problem? Old man can’t hang in until closing? All that joy and celebration getting you down?”

“Shut up, Courtney.”

Shane laughs gaily, as a clap of thunder sounds and rain begins to fall.

“FUCK!”

Shane pulls Roy’s hoodie up over his head, tucking it around him in a maternal fashion. “Would you calm down? It’s just a little rain!”

“Yeah, well, I fucking hate the rain, and now we’re trapped in it, and we’re gonna get soaking wet, and it’s just the perfect end to this fucking night.”

Shane continues to hurry along beside him, pulling his own sweatshirt on. “You know, rain is good. It helps things grow. Without rain, we can’t eat, or–”

“Fucking FUCK, will you just stop it, with all this Pollyanna bullshit! I can’t take it anymore!” Roy bellows.

Shane stops. “Sure, if you tell me why you’re being such a wretched cunt.”

“It’s…I…”

“Come on, B, just talk to me. The sooner you ‘fess up, the sooner we can get out of the rain…” Shane teases, putting his hands on Roy’s chest.

Roy swallows, the knot stuck in his throat formed of his many acidic emotions, and it burns to take back down. He knows this isn’t a good idea, but somehow, the alcohol swirling in his bloodstream makes him feel more reckless than usual, and numbs that knot enough to let him speak. Maybe if he just says it, gets it out in the open, then it will stop having a hold on him. And they can go back to normal. The sober part of him would be screaming at himself: “Shut the fuck up, you cunt! Don’t you dare, or else I’ll personally rip off one of your fucking-”

“Well…?”

Roy recuperates his lost sensibility as his eyes look anywhere but Shane’s. “I…I might…have been a little jealous back there.”

Shane’s eyes widen. “Jealous? Jealous…of who?” He tilts his head coquettishly, decides to offer him an out. “I can teach you that Britney choreo if you want…”

Roy scoffs, irritated. “Nevermind, you fuckin twat.”

“I’m sorry!” Shane giggles, suddenly a little self-conscious. He regrets making light of the moment, wants him to keep talking, “Really, just…I’m listening. Just tell me what you mean.”

Clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact, Roy lowers his voice and says quickly, “I just…I might sort of, uh, be attracted to you.” He glances back at him, pulse racing with fear.

Shane looks up at him, tiny raindrops collecting on his eyelashes, green eyes gleaming in the glow of the streetlights. “Is that all?” he asks. “Why didn’t you just say so?” He leans in, pressing his lips against Roy’s, one hand moving to the back of his neck.

For a moment, Roy is in sheer bliss, warmth radiating through him, rain be damned, as he pulls Shane closer, savoring the taste of his lips. But then the reality of the situation slams into him like a ton of bricks and he shoves the blonde backwards, flustered and panting, confusion taking over. “Why are you acting like this is simple?” he demands hoarsely.

“Isn’t it?” Shane asks, cocking his head to the side. A little laugh escapes him, and he reaches for Roy’s hand.

“I mean, it’s…it’s fucking us! How can you…this isn’t simple!” Roy insists.

“…And they say you’re the smart one,” Shane says, stepping closer. “Must be the glasses and sarcasm…you’ve got everybody fooled. Not me, though. I know those books you read are just celebrity memoirs you buy in airports. You’re really pretty dumb, obviously, or you’d know that this…is actually…very fucking simple–”

Roy is reeling, exhausted from the utter mindfuck of it all. “Will you shut the fuck up?”

Shane leans in, a challenging grin on his face. “Make me.”

There - eyeing one another up, tension rising along with the heat, warm rain pounding against his face - Roy doesn’t know what up from down is anymore. And he realizes that maybe their defining moment, the one that matters, wasn’t the one back in the club when his vision blurred with rage, the sight of Shane with that asshole, the forgotten celebrant lost in a cloud of glitter and strobe lights. Maybe this is the moment that will matter. The one that will change everything. And so he decides to throw caution to the wind just like the 20 year old he used to be would have done. All in the spirit of Pride, right?

Roy spins them around, pinning Shane to the side of the nearest building, grabbing him roughly and kissing him deeply, desperately, letting all of his pent up frustration out, everything he’s been longing for since before he knew he wanted it. He moans against Shane’s mouth, raindrops now coming faster, hitting his back, soaking through his sweatshirt.

“See? I told you,” Shane pants, cheeks flushed, “Simple.”

“We have to get out of here,” Roy states, feeling himself already losing control, needing more, hungry in a way that is causing him physical pain, and off Shane’s nod, asks, “Where’s the hotel? Where the fuck are we?”

Breathing hard, Shane asks, “Uh…I don’t…isn’t that where you were walking?”

“I was just walking, I was pissed…where were you walking?”

Shane laughs. “I was following you! Blind leading the blind, eh?”

“Fuuuuuck!” Roy turns his face to the sky, letting the rain hit him, pressing Shane harder against the building, whimpering in distress.

“Alright, alright, I’ll call an uber.” He pulls out his phone, one hand on Roy’s cheek, thumb stroking him soothingly.

Roy nuzzles the side of his face, finally relaxing a little. “You sound pretty sexy saying that.”

Shane chuckles and repeats “Ubaaah…” in an exaggerated accent. He finds the app and squeals delightedly. “Ooh, look, I love it when the cars have rainbows on them! Pride!”

“You’re a 12 year old girl,” Roy murmurs against his ear.

“Just call me Lolita.”

Roy makes a face. “Would you hurry up and get the car, asshole?”

-

Given how anxious and handsy Roy was in the back of the Uber, Shane isn’t surprised that once they are in the hotel room, he turns into a caged animal who’s just been unleashed - tearing at his wet clothes, throwing him onto the bed, sucking bruises into his skin, pulling his hair. It’s like he’s trying to devour Shane, body and soul.

What does surprise Shane is that he seesaws between this raw, animalistic passion, and a kind of unsettled anxiety that he’s too drunk to properly articulate. Something along the lines of “this changes everything,” and “what does this mean,” and when Shane tries to soothe his fears, by saying they don’t need to worry, let’s just enjoy tonight, live in the moment, that seems to make it worse.

“You don’t understand, you don’t understand…” he frets at one point, burying his face against Shane’s stomach, clutching his ass with both hands. Roy looks at Shane, at his best friend, and he just knows. He wants him so much, more than anything, and yet…it’s too much, it’s not just a night of fun, and Shane doesn’t get it. He’s not going to be able to just bounce back from this, go back to how it was before. He’s not like Shane. He can’t put things in neat little boxes, separate emotion from sex, love from friendship - not with him. “You don’t understand…” he repeats.

Shane understands just fine. He understands that they’ve been rolling around on the bed together for thirty minutes by now, and he’s good and ready to get fucked, and all this circular talk is starting to get annoying. But he also understands that Roy is thoroughly inebriated, probably blackout, and most likely this isn’t going to happen, (for purely…logistical reasons) and so he takes Roy’s face in his hands, kissing his swollen lips. “I do, I understand. You’re worried that things are going to change. Right?”

Roy nods, sleepy eyes falling closed as Shane strokes his hair. “Uh huh…I don’t want…I mean I do…fuck…” He digs his fingers into Shane’s waist.

The one time you have to show human emotion, aye Haylock? Shane thinks. Couldn’t just be some kind of sex robot and do your damn job. “I know.” Shane looks into his eyes, unable to stop the wave of sadness that overtakes him as Roy ruts desperately against him.

“I’ve ruined everything…haven’t I?”  

Shane pulls the comforter over them, easing Roy onto his back, a firm hand on his thigh stilling his urgent movements. “Listen. Maybe tonight isn’t…you’ve had a lot to drink. I don’t want you to do something you’re gonna regret tomorrow.”

Roy is breathing hard. He wants to protest but the room is spinning and Shane’s body is warm beside him and so he just nods, slowly drinking the glass of water Shane forces on him, pounding heart slowing down as Shane curls against him, rubbing his shoulders, kissing his neck, gently playing with his fingers. He feels as if he’s been on a roller coaster with the erratic twists his emotions took him on, and now he’s left to recover. He wants to throw up, but whether that’s from the come down of drinking or Shane’s soft touch, he isn’t sure.

Shane can’t stop touching him. He realizes that there’s a very real possibility of Roy waking up in the morning with no memory of any of it. He wonders what, if anything, he should tell him. Maybe it’s better this way. Because as much as he wants this…whatever it is…he knows that Roy isn’t him. That he doesn’t have the same ability to seize the moment, let loose, and just play. That whatever turmoil he was experiencing will be magnified tenfold in the harsh light of day, without alcohol to dull the pain. The major difference being, once sober, he’ll bottle it up inside and it will just eat away at him.

Wrapping his arms around Roy’s warm, familiar body, Shane presses a cheek to his shoulder, holding back tears, making a decision then and there. He won’t burden him with the embarrassing reality of rain-soaked confessions or desperate embraces or the tangle of limbs that ultimately led nowhere. What Roy remembers, that’s the reality. What Shane remembers…that part can disappear in the whisper of the witching hour. A sacrifice to the gods of Pride. For a second, Shane doesn’t know who he hates more - himself or Roy, as he clings to him in the dark, holding on as long as he can, until he feels sleep tugging at him.

He kisses Roy, who is snoring by now, one final time, running a hand through his hair, and rolls over to the other side of the bed, shivering slightly.

-

The first thing Roy sees, when he manages to pry open his eyes, which feel like they are glued shut, is the array of hangover cures on the nightstand. Painkiller, gatorade, alka-seltzer. He even smells fresh coffee. He blinks, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. He’s in a hotel room. It’s not his hotel room, but it looks similar. Did he hook up with someone? He’s definitely naked, all signs point to yes. Who?

That’s when he sees it. The wigs. The costumes. The makeup case open and spread out on the dresser. The…fuck fuck fuck. He’s not in a random hotel room. He’s in Courtney’s hotel room. This is bad. He sits up in a panic.

“Oh, hey, you’re up.” Shane, in a pair of the skimpiest orange briefs Roy has ever seen, and an Alaska tank top, strolls casually over to the nightstand, dropping the Alka-Seltzer into a glass of water.

“What…what am I…?” Roy’s heart pounds. He starts to have a full-on anxiety attack, looking up at Shane, sputtering, “Did we–what happened–why am I–Oh fuck–”

“Relax. Drink.” Shane shoves the glass at him. “Coffee?”

Roy nods, gulping down the alka-seltzer. He watches Shane walk over to pour him a cup of coffee, then crawl onto the bed to hand it to him, along with two advil.

Shane sits on his heels, chewing on his lip. “Better?”

Roy shifts uncomfortably, pulling the comforter tight around his waist. “Uh…” What the fuck happened last night? He tries to piece it together. He remembers the restaurant where they ate dinner, some tapas place, making fun of the way Shane began with his finger in the air, dainty as could be, and finished by shoving the delicious Spanish food directly down his throat. He remembers laughing a lot, and wine, and walking arm in arm to some bar, more drinks, a dance club, and then…Shane kissing some guy, that feeling of intense jealousy, wanting to drown his rage, dull his senses…then things got hazy. He clears his throat, voice shakier than he intends. “What…happened last night?”

Shane takes the empty coffee cup back and sets it on the nightstand. “Nothing. I mean…you drank a lot. So…the usual. That’s it.”

Roy is skeptical. “Then why the fuck am I naked in your bed?”

“Because you were naked when you passed out.”

He begins to get irritated. “Why was I naked?”

Shane shrugs.

“Courtney.”

“Don’t worry about it. I told you, nothing happened.”

Roy stares at him, eyes narrowed, a queasy feeling in his stomach. “You’re a fucking liar.”

“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe you shouldn’t get blackout drunk so much. In your 20s, that’s partying. In your 40s, it’s just called alcoholism.”

Roy grabs him by the wrists. “What. Happened?” He has no idea why Shane is being so fucking elusive. Normally he crows about every conquest before it even happens. Normally, he’d be embellishing, laying it on thick, spinning a tall tale about their alleged drunken hook-up that made Blanche Deveraux blush.

Shane heaves a deep sigh. “It was…you were drunk. I don’t know if you even…you were in a mood, and I was harassing you to tell me why, and you said that you were attracted to me–”

Roy winces, an involuntary reaction that he immediately regrets, mostly because of the hurt look in Shane’s eyes as he continues.

“–Yeah, exactly, which I know would never have happened if you weren’t intoxicated, and I kissed you, and…” Shane hesitates, looking away.

“…and?” Roy’s mind is reeling. He doesn’t remember, and yet, there’s a lingering sense memory, as if he can taste Shane on his lips, feel their bodies pressed together. His heart races.

“And we came back here, and we made out a little, thus the nudity, and I realized that you were like, pretty much incapacitated and I’d be a sexual predator if I let things go any farther simply because of a selfish desire to live in the moment,” Shane says, words now spilling out of his mouth quickly, his voice taking on a bit of an edge as he adds pointedly, “and honestly, who knows if they even could have…”

Roy purses his lips. He’s not really in a position to protest that particular accusation. But if they didn’t sleep together, why is Shane being so…so…

Shane continues, “And then we went to sleep. So…you’re good. Virtue intact. You can you back to pretending you have no feelings, and I can go back to–”

Roy’s had enough. The expression on Shane’s beautiful face, his eyes misty. Roy can feel an instinct taking over, can feel the desire for intimacy that goes entirely against his nature. And he knows, that this moment matters more than all the others. That he needs to end this miserable dance they’ve been doing, this dynamic that’s been destroying them both while they looked the other way. So he pulls Shane closer, and whispers, “What makes you think I want to pretend?”

Shane’s heart begins to hammer in his chest. “It just seemed like…you regretted it right away and wouldn’t want to–”

Roy silences him with a kiss, forceful and slow, tongue invading Shane’s mouth. His hands wander down Shane’s body, wrapping around his waist, catching him completely off guard. After a few moments, they separate, breathless, and just look at each other, hearts pounding.

“Still drunk, huh?” Shane teases gently.

“Must be…” Roy replies, rolling him over, lips against his neck.

Shane grabs a handful of his hair, inhaling sharply as Roy finds his pulse point and sucks, hands now sliding slowly up his shirt. It doesn’t take long for Shane to realize that where last night he’d been desperate, messy, insecure…today he’s deliberate, controlled, torturously slow.

Biting down hard on his lip, Shane arches up, color rising to his cheeks. Roy has removed his shirt and now works his way down his torso, licking him, kissing him, sucking gently at last night’s bruises.

“Are you…are you sure?” Shane breathes. He’s not going to be able to handle another near miss. “Last night–”

“Forget about last night,” Roy murmurs, warm breath against Shane’s skin driving him mad. “I started this. I’m going to finish it…”

Shane simply nods, gripping Roy’s hair harder, giving himself over to the moment, letting his eyes fall closed, surprised by how easily he was giving up control. Usually he was all about manipulating the situation, being the one in charge, either overtly or by intentionally allowing himself to be objectified, putting on some kind of a show.

But right now, the way Roy’s hands glide over his skin, the way his eyes gleam with desire, Shane feels dizzy, like he’s spinning out into space, Roy’s body against his all that’s anchoring him to the physical world. He feels seen in a way that leaves him breathless, and cherished in a way that makes him open and raw.

He takes ahold of Roy’s face and kisses him deeply, tasting the plushness of his mouth, wrapping a thigh around him, heart racing. He gropes blinding for the nightstand, flinging open the drawer and pulling out the condoms and lube he’d abandoned there after last night’s disaster.

Roy glances over, slightly amused. “In a hurry, huh?” He trails a finger teasingly down Shane’s thigh.

“If you remembered last night, you’d have a bit more fucking empathy,” Shane says, fingers digging into his waist, following it up with a breathy, “…please?”

Roy flashes mischievous grin, trailing lips along Shane’s jaw, his neck, finally breathing into his ear, “Turn over.”

Shane feels a shiver run down his spine as they lock eyes. He nods, panting, flipping onto his stomach, closing his eyes, aware of nothing but the weight of Roy’s body bearing down on his, the sound of his heartbeat, the rough feel of his face where his beard is growing in. Shane reaches an arm back to wrap around his neck, turning his face to tangle their tongues together, utterly lost in the moment.

It surprises Roy, how easy it is for him to let all the worries and anxieties and fears slip away, once Shane is finally in his arms. He can feel the blonde melting against his touch, and suddenly it’s all perfectly right. Shane’s body molds to his, pushing backwards. His moans start airily, growing more and more intense. Roy holds him closer, tighter, moving faster, gripping his hips.

Shane is panting, trembling, so close now, he can practically taste it in his throat. So when Roy suddenly pulls away, he lets out an aggrieved groan of pure frustration, turning around, eyes blazing with anger.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Roy teases, dimples deep in his cheeks, “I just wanted to see your pretty face.”

Shane lays back down, hooking a leg over Roy’s shoulder, arching up, nails digging into his neck. “This is the face of a person…about to die.”

“You’re being very dramatic.”

“Ughh!”

Roy silences him with another kiss, pressing him down into the mattress. “Stop whining and maybe you’ll get what you want.”

Shane grips him tighter, knuckles turning white. “I think I liked you better drunk.”

Roy’s head drops to Shane’s shoulder, unable to suppress an evil cackle. He lifts his eyes a moment later to see Shane’s heavy-lidded, pleading eyes. He takes a finger and traces his lips, moving slowly against him. “God, you’re beautiful…”

Rolling his eyes, Shane decides to take matters into his own hands, flipping Roy onto his back and climbing on top of him, hovering over him on his hands and knees. “Would you just shut up and fuck me?” Shane asks, hands on his shoulders.

Roy grins up at him. “Only if you say please…”

Shane narrows his eyes, lowering himself down slowly, watching Roy’s face melt from a challenging smirk into blissful agony. He sighs in relief, rolling his hips, digging his fingers into Roy’s skin.

Roy begins to thrust up, slowly, hands sliding up Shane’s thighs to wrap around his waist, wondering why the fuck it’s taken him so many years to bite the bullet. Staring into Shane’s eyes, pupils dilated with lust, the feeling of his warm, flushed skin, the way he leans forward, mouth pressed hungrily to Roy’s own, sucking on his lips - it’s all better than Roy ever imagined. He moves one hand around to press Shane’s dick to his stomach.

“Ohhh, god!”

“Well, I’ve been called worse,” Roy says with a smirk, thrusting up faster.

Shane responds by biting down hard on Roy’s shoulder as his muscles start to contract, moaning into his skin, gasping for breath, grasping handfuls of Roy’s thick hair in his hands.

Roy quickly rolls him back over, taking charge again for the final ecstatic moments, driving into him harder, pinning one leg back. There’s something primal and aggressive, like he’s proving something to both of them, completely eradicating the bitter memories of the night before.

It seems to be working, by the rapturous expression on Shane’s face. Roy cradles his head with one hand, pressing their foreheads together, the other stroking his dick, earning indecipherable moans and whimpers. He brushes his lips against Shane’s jaw, stroking harder, feels him explode in his hand, muscles tightening, and finally lets himself start to come too.

Shane gulps for oxygen, hands stroking Roy’s back, arching up against him to help him through. Roy groans into his hair, lips pressed to his temple. Afterwards, Shane has an urge to say something snarky, but suddenly finds his mind a complete blank. So he sighs, inhaling the scent of Roy’s skin, listening to the sound of his heart beating wildly.

-

Roy curls around Shane’s back, fingers skating over his skin, both of them slick from sweat. He can feel Shane’s pulse still racing, as he tries to catch his own breath. “So…better than last night?”

Shane chuckles, lacing his fingers through Roy’s. “Yeah, I’d say it was slightly more satisfying.”

Roy lays a head on his shoulder. “I’ll take it.” He closes his eyes, breathing in, attempting to push down the nagging thoughts that tug at him, threatening to destroy the serenity of the moment. Those pesky, frustrating thoughts that he can’t shake. What now? Where do we go from here? Was this just a one-time thing? That queasy feeling is returning, accompanied by the all-too-familiar self loathing. Why can’t he just enjoy things as they come? His stomach churns, when suddenly he’s shaken out of these spiraling thoughts, surprised by the next words out of Shane’s mouth.

“Think you might want to do it again sometime?”

He lifts his head to look into Shane’s eyes, propping himself up on his elbow, trying to suppress a smile as he teases, “What happened to living in the moment?”

Shane pauses before replying softly, “I guess I’m feeling greedy.” He holds Roy’s gaze, bringing his fingers to his lips. There was a point last night, where he was fairly certain that this was just going to be sex. And he’d been okay with it, then. But somehow, now, in this moment, he knows that he needs more. And so he looks at Roy, eyes burning, heart in his throat, as he says, “I guess I want more moments.”

Roy smiles, taking Shane’s face in his hands, dimples deep in his cheeks. “You can have them all,” he replies.