#and getting a little wing-hug outa it

[klayr-de-gall]

Just some little self indulgent fun, inspired by the way the cat always looks very scandalized when I sneeze, the fact that Michael is basically a feral cat that only likes ONE person, and the HC that angels have very little clue about humans body functions and would probably not have experienced someone sneezing.

Also, I love the Idea that the elements of an angels true-form they show (Like the eyes and wings) have a behavior of their own and show a bit of their true feelings. (stop acting so indifferent Michael, you are clearly smitten!)

I am just so in LOVE with this two. Watch me draw all the fanart to lure people into liking this rarepair XD Join meeee~~~

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Broken Toy (Supernatural)

Characters: Dean x reader, Jo x Reader, Ellen x reader// SMUT 18+ ONLY

Summary: Y/N is a trauma riddled woman that does not have time for relationships. Sam and Dean rolled into town and couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

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Y/N was relaxing at Ellen's bar while you were on your break. Ellen took you under her wing when she found out what happened to you family through a family friend. Ellen watched you grow up and to see you in pain, puts her in pain. Jo and Asher saw you as their big sister that they looked up to. They just wanted to help as much as they could.

Sam and Dean walk into the bar and you were the first thing that caught Dean's eye. He sat down next to you and said, "Hey there, beautiful." You took a sip of your lemonade before looking Dean in the eyes. Dean examines every inch of your face. "Believe me, you do not want to get involved with this," you say.

"Shouldn't that be up to me?" "Men like you view women as toys. I'm a broken toy, and no wants to play with a broken toy," you down the rest of her lemonade before leaving. "Ouch, did she just turn down the Dean Winchester?" Sam teases.

Dean watches as she walks in to the back room. Ellen walks out of the backroom and says something to Y/N. Y/N nods and Ellen puts one of her hands on Y/N's cheek. Dean watches the whole thing and doesn't say a word. "Hey boys, I didn't see you come in." Ellen greets as she hugs them.

"Hey, uh, what's her deal?" Dean says, motioning to you putting on her apron. "Boys, I know she's a looker, but she is off limits. She's lost so much so soon. And she's not ready for anything right now."

You walk passed them to take an order from someone who just sat down. The boys were helping with a case near the area and Ellen offered the boys a place to stay. In her house, there was a spare room with a couch that both of them could stay in. The both spent the night over Ellen's house.

Sam was sound asleep but Dean couldn't even shut his eyes longer than ten seconds. He got up and went downstairs for something to drink. You went downstairs for the same reason. You didn't hear or know her was there until you ran into him. You grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into the fridge before pressing your pocket knife to his throat.

"Y/N, it's me, Dean," he says, struggling to breathe against her grip. You pull away from him and tuck the knife back into your sock. "Sorry about that," you apologize. Dean couldn't help himself but to stare at your body through the oversized t-shirt and boxers. When you look at him, his eyes dart straight to your eyes.

"Couldn't sleep?" Dean asks. "I never can," you says as she reaches into the fridge to grab some orange juice. You take out two glasses and pour some juice in each. "Thank you," he mumbled. You stand in front of the window and sipped on your orange juice. "You know, Ellen and Jo are pretty protective over you."

"I'm the same way with them. They're all I have left." "Yeah, Sammy's all I have too." There was another silence and Dean watches as you look up at the moon absentmindedly. "You're not much of conversationalist, are you?" "I'm not one for small talk,"

"I can understand that." You look to him, unsure about his previous statment. You didn't buy it. "I find that hard to believe," "You know, you shouldn't judge a book by its cover," "I used to, but now, I wouldn't rather watch from a distance," "Hopefully not too far," Dean says. "The balls on you, dude," "Honey, you have no idea,"

**

Dean and Sam roll into Ellen's bar where Dean knows he'll face the wrath of Ellen and Jo. They made it known that you weren't in the right state of mind for a relationship or even a fling.

You had lost your close family to some deranged sicko at a gas station who decided to stab them to death. You was pregnant from a one night stand and when after five hours of labor, the baby was still born.

So yes, you were not in the right state of mind for anything. Dean respected that but still wanted to get to know you. Then he slowly started to fall for you. He knew you needed time and effort, and he put it in. He hung around for weeks and he gained your trust.

Things were going well until Dean found out about Sam drinking demon blood and was being manipulated by Ruby. And he had to leave. He didn't know how to say it because he already felt like shit about leaving you. He left in the middle of the night without a word and that shattered your world.

You cried in Ellen's arms for weeks, which fueled Ellen's anger. She warned them about your mental state and Dean went on a did this. Ellen knew that Dean would come back, and when he did, she would be ready for him.

"You have some nerve coming back here," Ellen says, crossing her arms. "I know," Dean dismissed, breaking her eye contact for a moment. "I heard what happened and I'm sorry Sam, but I'm still pissed at Dean for what he did to Y/N." "Right, thanks. And, uh, I'm sorry," Sam states.

"That's what Dean should be saying," "No matter how many times I say sorry, you're still not going to forgive me," "No, but it's a start," "You are such an asshole," Jo says once she sets eyes on him when she left the back room. "I outa smack you," she adds.

"I'm sorry, okay. I had to take care of Sammy," "Then you should have said that instead leaving her questioning what she did wrong." Jo snaps. "She was a wreck after you left, man," she adds. And speaking of the Devil, you walk in with your boyfriend.

"Who's that?" Sam asks. "That's her boyfriend, Ryan," "Hm, seems like someone moved on pretty quickly," Dean states before taking a sip of his beer. Jo brings her hand and smacks the back of his head. "What the hell!" Dean snaps. "You know what that was for," Jo spits.

You freeze in your tracks when you see Dean. Your grip on Ryan's hand tightens. "Are you okay?" Ryan asks. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's just go," "What? You've been wanting Ellen's pie since last week," "I know, but I lost my appetite." You lie.

"Uh uh, we're not leaving." Ryan drags you to a table for two and wait until Jo comes over to take their order. You avoid eye contact from Dean and try your best to focus on Ryan. Y/N smiles at something Ryan says and for a split second, you let your guard down. You threw your head back and the vein on your forehead was pulsating from how hard you were laughing.

You collapsed into the crook of Ryan's arm and he rested his face ontop of your head as he laughs as well. Dean looks away and angrily clenches his jaw. "Dude, I know you don't want hear this but she's happy. Let her be happy," Sam tells him. "She was happier with me," Dean mumbles before taking a swig of his beer.

"And you messed that up by leaving her," Jo says as she cleans the back of the bar. "How many times do I have to tell you that I had to help Sam?" "Until you believe it, but clearly, I'm not," Jo snarks before leaving to give you and Ryan your food.

The night progresses and Ryan dragged you on the floor to slow dance. Dean's heart races when he sees Ryan's hands sliding a little lower than your waist. A little lower than Dean felt comfortable with. After a few slow dances, Ryan decides to go to the bathroom. Dean saw that as a perfect opportunity to talk to you.

You had your face towards the performing stage with your hands stuffed into your back pockets. "May I have this dance?" Dean asks as he holds out his hand. You turns around to face him and scoffed at him. "No, Dean," you tried to walk away from him. He grabbed your wrist and spun you until she hit his chest.

Man, it really felt good for you to be in his arms again. He thought to himself. "Dean, let me go," you say, trying to pull away from him. " Please, baby, just one dance," "Don't call me baby," you snap. "Alright, Y/N, I'm sorry. I just- please dance with me once." "If I do, will you leave me alone?"

"I will leave you alone and never ask you for anything," "Fine." You rolls her eyes and hesitantly wraps yours arms around him. One hand holds the back of your head and another trails down your back. Halfway through the dance, you think backs to the night Dean left.

You watched him pull out of the driveway after tossing his duffel bag in the passenger side. Your heart shattered to pieces and you fell apart in Ellen's arms. That night was seared into your brain. It was the first time you were emotionally hurt by someone else in a very long time.

Even after losing your child and her entire family, you'd never felt so much pain. You think that's because you felt completely absorbed by him. He engulfed you like the ocean over sand. You didn't even bother wiping away the tears that fell on your cheeks. You wanted Dean to know how much he hurt you.

You pull away from his chest and looked up at him to see Dean staring at her. "I hate you," you whimpers. "No you don't, baby," he whispers against your lips. Dean holds the side of your face and lifts your head up with his thumb. Ellen and Jo watches with both disappointment and shock.

Before you did something you'll regret, you pull away from him. You rushed towards the bathroom to get Ryan and nearly knocked him over. Ryan's hands fall to your hips and concern laced his eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" You wiped away your tears and said, "I just want to go home," "Okay, we're going. Just let me get my stuff,"

Dean ran a head over his face before returning to Sam's side. "Wait, did he do this to you?" "No, Ryan, don't-" It was no use, Ryan went off on an angry tangent. "Hey!" Ryan starts. In a few strides, Ryan was in Dean's face. "Damn it," you mumbled to herself. You sprint between them and caught the punch that Ryan threw.

His eyebrows shot up with surprise as you holds his fist in your hand. You never mentioned that you could fight. Mainly because you thought of Dean whenever you did. "How did you-" "Believe me, baby. That's not a fight you would've won," you tell him before dropping his hand. You motions over to the table and said, "Go get your things,"

"She's your guardian angel, dude. 'Cause I would hav-" "Enough, Dean!" You turned around and shoved Dean into the table. "You have no right to come back here after what you did to me. None! You have no right to pretend like nothing happened, Dean!" You snaps and the entire bar went silent.

"Why are you even here?" you add. "What do you think?" "I want you to say it," "I want you. I've always wanted you," "Then why did you leave? And don't lie and say that it was because of Sam. That's just a cover up." Dean opens his mouth but no words come out of it. "Y/N," Ryan tries to touch your arm but you pulls away.

"You and I both know why you left. You left because you were scared of what you were feeling. So you ran at the first chance you got. You're a coward, Dean," you spit at him before walking out of the bar. Ryan calls after you when he follows you out. "I told you we should leave. And you and your stupid make ego got in the way."

"I know and I'm sorry, okay. I didn't know that was Dean," "Just take me home," you says as you climbs into the passenger side. You pull your knees to your chest and ignored the incessant chime of the seatbelt alarm. Looking out the window, you mentally check out and watched as the grass blurred together into masses of pine green.

**

Ryan leans in to kiss your cheek goodbye before leaving for work, but you pulls away from him. You decided to break up with him the night prior. He tried to convince you to take a break and not end things so abruptly. But you knew what you wanted, and you didn't want him.

You knew that Dean was parked down the street. He was trying to work up the courage to knock on the door. You bites your lip nervously as your thumb hovers over Dean's contact. You pressed the call button and brings it to your ear. He answers on the first ring.

"Hello?" "I know you're out there, Dean. You can come in." "Alright," he answers. You hang up and wait until the door creaks open and closed. "Y/N?" "Kitchen," you call out. You had your back to him and presses your warm hands on the cold surface. "I broke up with him a few days ago," you whisper.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. For everything," "You want anything? A burger? Pie? Booze? Pizza?" You turn around to see Dean a few inches from your face. He cups your cheeks and you sigh at his touch. His eyes softly scan your face in admiration. He loved everything about this woman, and scared the hell out of him.

He didn't even know if was possible to love someone so much that it physically hurt his heart. He hated feeling so vulnerable, but he realized that vulnerability and love are two sides of the same coin. You opened her eyes and leant up to attach your lips to his.

He hums lowly and trails his hands deeper into your hair. Your body fit perfectly against his and you tug him closer by his belt loops. "I fucking love it when you do that," he says against your lips. You chuckle and walk him into the counter. Without pulling away from his lips, you pull off his jean jacket and unbuttons his pants.

He picks you up and lays you on the counter top. He kicks off his pants and climbs on the counter top with you. "We're really about to do this on a counter top?" You ask. "Well it has always been a dream of mine," You roll your eyes playfully and pulls off her shirt to show that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"You're such a bad girl," he says, taking your breasts into his hands. He teases the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue and your back arches off of the counter. You're already starting to feel a knot build up in your stomach. You've always been sensitive on her boobs and Dean enjoyed that about you. You whine when he pulls away from you.

You lifts your hips off of the counter to help him take off your shorts. He inhales your scent with a soft moan. "I'll savor that in that pretty little pussy of yours, in a little bit," he grabs a hold of your breasts again and you groansl softly, making Dean hard in his boxers. He takes his knee and rubs it against your clit, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

"Oh God," you say, your eyes flutter closed. "Look at me," he commands and you comply. His hazel green orbs was slowly turning brown right before your eyes. He moves his knee a little faster and pinches your nipples. A hiss left your lips as your grip tightens when your orgasm ripped through you.

He takes off your underwear and throws them on the floor. "Come here," he says, wrap his arms around you and laying his back against the counter. "Now be a good girl and sit on my face," he whispers in your ear as he squeezes your bare ass. You shuffle yourself higher on his body. You gasp at the peach fuzz scraping your inner thighs.

He pulls your legs further apart until you are completely sitting on his face. Worrying about whether he could breathe, you try to sit up but he wraps his arms around your hips so you couldn't move. His tongue laps your folds and your body curls inward. A series of moans erupt from your chest when he flicks his tongue around your clit.

He does the twisting trick with his tongue that hits two of your g-spots at the same time. Your legs flexed and your grip on the counter was so tight that it hurt your palm. "Damn it, Dean. Please," you whimper. He sucks some of your juices as he drags his tongue along the top wall.

A yell left your mouth and your head flew back as he sucked the soul from your body. Your second orgasm took your breath away and your body slumped forward. Your hands rest a few inches away from his head. His grip loosened on your hips but he continues to lick and suck at your pussy.

Your muscles trembled at the mercy of his tongue. He dips his tongue in fast, shallow strokes and your hips move against him, begging for him to hit another g-spot. When he does, your eyes snap shut. He hits the spot over and over again until you fall apart.

You fall backwards on his legs and he sits up. He pulls your into lap and you moan when you feel the pressure of his hardened dick against your moist bundle. He pulls off his boxers and he hisses as his dick embraced it's freedom. You waste no time lowering yourself on to him.

He moans into your mouth as your walls clench around him. You softly bounce on him and he wraps his massive arms around your waist when he thrusts up into you. "I missed you, baby," he grunts. "I missed you too," you say breathlessly. You stop your movements and look him dead in the eyes. "But if you leave me like that again, I'll kill you," you add.

He slams his lips to yours and completely devoured your mouth with his tongue. He tried to pull away but you follow his lips and kiss him again. His hands covered your both of hips and you started to bounce on his a little faster than before, making sure your clench yourself around his tip.

A whiny moan left his mouth and you plant a comforting kiss against his lips. He grew impatient and carefully brings himself to his knees. He sets your back on the counter, which was still warm from his body. He plants one hand next to your head and the other rubs your clit as he thrusts into hard and deep.

Airy cries and grunts fill the room. Tears build up in your eyes as your body folds with overwhelming bliss. "Fuck, Dean!" "There you go, sweetheart." His thrusts slow down, but the continue to go deep inside of you. He bites down on the sensitive skin of your neck. His thrusts became sloppy and he releases himself but continued to buck his hips against you until you finally came.

Your eyes close and your hands cover your face because your body was absolutely exhausted. Dean's plump lips bless your check and neck when you hear the door creak open. "Y/N, you alright, sweetheart?" Ellen calls. Your eyes snap open and Dean jumps off of the counter to grab his clothes.

"D-don't come in, Ellen. We're-" "Oh my God, my eyes! I cannot unsee that," Ellen exclaims. She claps a hand over her eyes and you jump off the counter. "On the counter top too!? Jesus, you eat food on there. You guys are trifling," she scolds. "You really know how to ruin a moment, Ellen," Dean says.

"And you really know how to ruin someone's eyes , Dean," she snaps. You scramble to put on your clothes and Dean sends you a wink, making embarrassment flood your cheeks.

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TW: SUICIDE, MURDER

Crowley sat in his Bentley, which was currently parked at the edge of a cliff. He slowly pulled off his glasses and set them on the empty seat next to him. It had all happened so fast, like a dream.

The two were meeting at their usual bench again, having planned on having a picnic nearby after a hour or two. The sun was shining gently and it was partly cloudy, really just wisps of clouds in the sky. Crowley had already arrived, nonchalantly taking up a whole half of the bench. Aziraphale joined him a short while after, sitting straight and proper like he always did, however a genuine smile graced his face.

"So glad you could make it, old boy. Lovely day today!"

"For a Tuesday, I suppose..."

"I can't wait to see what you've brought, you know I love fancy food."

"Of course I do, An-" He was suddenly cut off by a loud crack and the two were suddenly in the sky, hovering with their wings out. The two quickly embraced each other, Crowleys fangs becoming more prominent.

"Crowley, what's going on?!"

"Do you think I have a clue, angel?!"

The wind suddenly picked up and the two were faced with two angels, both looking serious. Crowley was then roughly tugged away from Aziraphale, being wrapped in chains and held in place.

"Aziraphale. You've been charged with treason of the highest order. You cannot be allowed to live." The two angels then proceeded to cut off Aziras wings before stabbing him in the stomach, the former angel making a soft poof sound as he fell into the clouds beneath him.

"As for the Demon Crowley," the angels turned to him as they spoke.

"You shall be banished to Earth. You shall never hear from Aziraphale again. Thus we believe this is enough punishment. Say your goodbyes before you go." Then the two angels left, the chains dissolving after a while.

Crowley raced over to Aziraphale. He knew even his demonic miracles couldnt save Aziraphale, since it was a holy blade with hellfire on it, so he sat there and held the angel gently and close.

"Crowley......C-C-Crow........l-l-ley....." He softly croaked out, the demon placing his ear near the others mouth.

"I can hear you. What is it....?"

"I............I l-l-lo.......o-ove..." His hand gently caressed Crowleys cheek, which was now shedding blood tears. It then fell to his side, his body limp and lifeless, Crowley feeling the soul gone. He cried his blood tears as he held the body close. It soon dissolved, as there was no soul to keep it corporeal anymore. Suddenly Crowley was back on Earth, sitting in his flat, on his throne. He looked up at the ceiling, his anger flaring.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS! HOW COULD YOU TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME?! HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME WATCH?! How could you let me grow so attached......." He muttered the last part, hugging his throne and looking at the floor.

For a while, he tried living life as he always had, but every visit to the book shop reminded him of Aziraphale. The smell of the books, the bells on the door, the tea cups still sitting on the drying rack, and the couch they had talked so often on, especially when they were drunk.

Crowley ran his hands along the shelves, remembering Aziraphale's most favorites, which he would hide in random places in an effort to keep them safe, and how he always cleaned meticulously.

After about a week of this, Crowleys houseplants had withered, despite him angrily yelling at them twice as much, his answering machine going flooy and he was feeling more depressed with each day that passed.

"I guess there's only one thing to do."

He then pulled himself up and went to his safe, quickly unlocking it and carefully pulling out a pink and green thermos, placing it in a drink holder before heading to his Bentley. It started right up and soon the demon was heading out of London. The hum of the engine calmed him a little as he traveled through the country side until he finally found the perfect cliff. It overlooked a remote valley, not anyone on the bottom to see.

He parked the car and just sat there for a while, his radio playing softly. He remembered the day he found the book shop destroyed, believing his best friend to be discorporated, at the very least. The drunken stupor he pulled himself into to feel better. And to be fair, he had tried getting wasted again, hoping Aziraphale would once again appear as before, even though he knew that the other was gone. He had spent the rest of that night sobbing in his nest of blankets, refusing to sober up until the next day.

He had tried to keep going. He really had. He knew Aziraphale would want him to. But......he just couldn't do it. Too many reminders of what they had, what they shared, where they went, what they DID.

"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things..."

Crowley was thrust out his thoughts at this song, agreeing with it completely. Sure, it wasn't Queen, but nothing Queen would sing could match what Crowley was feeling right now.

"Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape."

Tears of blood ran down the demons face as he took the canteen and walked to the edge of the cliff. He removed the top and stared at the innocent looking water sloshing around inside.

"To the w-w-w-world....." He said as he downed its contents. He then spread his wings and flung himself off the cliff, the memories of his fall making a scream rip out of his throat.

"If today I woke up with you right beside me

Like all of this was just some twisted dream

I'd hold you closer than I ever did before

And you'd never slip away..."

The holy water acted quickly. The host caught fire as the demon melted away, the body making a loud thud and cringing crack as it hit the bottom. It would have been both an amazing and terrifying sight, had there been anyone around to see it.

The Bentley's engine died and the lights faded outas the radio slowly went silent.

"Cause I'm really not fine at all...."

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Qrowin week day 3 (give it up for day three)

so yeah I wrote this now, it’s almost 2am and I gotta wake up early, who even reads this part anyways haha, enjoy

Scarf

It had been an hour since Tai and the entirety of team RWBY and… JNR(?) had left Winter and Qrows small festive home in the woods, the small cabin was built by the pair only 3 months previous. Winter had been completely turned off at the idea of any kind of shows of wealth or grandeur by her father, and Qrow never had much to begin with and liked this kind of small cozy nest like home.

2 years ago Winter had confessed to Qrow her true feelings, feelings that she was always taught to suppress through her life, but that was just it. When she was around Qrow she could let it all out, and she knew he could take it and wanted more.

Qrow had planned on confessing to her on that exact same day, and after a heated but regulated duel overseen by Ironwood who labeled it as a “training exercise” (both Qrow and Winter had spoken to him about their true intentions previously but unknown from one another)

The entire second floor was their bedroom completed by its own fireplace to match the one downstairs, a extremely re-enforced bed which its supports already showed signs of wear and tear, and a few end tables with lamps and the like, there was one closet where they both kept around 37 copies of the exact same every day clothing and about 3 extra clothing items for special occasions, with one dresser at the far end of the room next to the stairs.

The ground floor was wider and was made up of three rooms, the living room, which had chairs and a small couch surrounding the fireplace where a hearty fire was softly crackling, leftover wrapping paper from the guests earlier were glistening in the flickering light.

The other room was the small kitchen that smelled strongly of hazelnut and gingerbread

And of course a workroom filled with all sorts of odds and ends for the two to repair and tinker with their weapons.

Winter sat on the couch resting her head on Qrows shoulder, the firelight dancing on her face, she had never been happier in her entire life, right now she had no worries, no responsibilities, and could simply be at peace.

She snuggled closer to Qrow and let out a content hum

Qrow was more relaxed then he had thought humanly (or avianly) possible, It would almost be concerning for him if it weren't for the love of his life cuddling close by his side. He had always assumed because of his semblance that he would live alone somewhere, but as luck would have it, Winter didn’t mind a slip up here or there, as she put it It kept life interesting.

I wonder if she'll like it, he thought to himself. Winter wasn't exactly the easiest person to buy for, she hated anything overly extravagant or intricate except when it came to weapons. She also somehow knew exactly what to buy for Qrow, not once had she failed to deliver something he didn’t cherish to this day. For her, nothing in the world was good enough. That's why he decided not to simply buy anything, but to attempt to make it. He already knew how to sew as his cape managed to get torn to shreds every time a grimm got near him, not to mention back in the tribe it was how they kept themselves together, in just about every sense.

Winter stirred next to him, lifting her loving beautiful face so that they locked eyes

I never knew this was all I wanted Qrow, she sighed in peace. Just you and me, some peace and quiet, and all the time in the world just for us.

Qrow leaned in and gently pressed on her lips with his so they were eye to eye. Everything I ever dreamed about is currently two inches from my face and aaalllll mine, I agree, this is the life he said with his playful smirk.

That look was something that drove Winter wild, after their duel at Atlas when she confessed to him her feelings, he had used that same look before laughing, but not a cold cruel laugh like she was expecting at the time, but a warm loving laugh that told her everything she needed to know.

She leaned in and kissed him gently, slowly getting more aggressive with each passing second.

Qrow pulled back gasping for air, dang Ice Queen, your gonna suck the life outa me before the fun begins haha

Winter Blushed a deep scarlet red and pulled back off of him, You know I can't help it she giggled, Oh! Qrow I almost forgot. She said reaching behind the couch, Please open mine first, og but open the small one first! She said obviously trying to hide her excitement

Two of em Ice Queen? Must be a pretty special occasi… Qrow had been gingerly unwrapping the smaller gift to find a stuffed crow wearing a small cable knit sweater with a snowflake on it.

Qrow just stared at it for a moment taking in the idea of wearing this around the kingdoms when in bird form… yeah maybe around the house for Winters sake, but no one else could know

Qrow sighed and quickly turned into bird form noseing his way into the snugly fitting sweater

Winter covered her mouth with both hands to keep her explosion of laughter contained, she went red faced from the pressure and burst out in the most beautiful laughter Qrow had ever heard.

As he turned back to human form she gave Winter a playful sideways look, Only for you Ice Queen hehe, only for you

Winter finally gasped for air from her laughter and threw her arms around Qrow, I knew you’d look cute in it haha, she stated triumphantly, OOO now open the other one she said practically jumping up and down in her seat.

Qrow started unwrapping the small box carefully. He hadn't seen her that happy since they finished the house hehe

Under the paper the box was black with a red bow, as Qrow moved the bow out of the way and opened the box, he found a single bronze gear at the bottom, Last month in a battle with an extremely oversized Grimm that looked like a nevermore but with bladed wings, Qrow’s Scythe Harbinger had taken a hard blow shattering one near irreplaceable gear (the craftsman who had made the gears had died during a horrible grimm attack on his remote village, no other craftsman had yet been able to replicate this delicate piece) vital to its transformation, just his luck eh? Qrow would have been utterly emotionally defeated if it weren't for Winter,he spent a vast majority of his time searching for a replacement but found he was now stuck with only one form, at least until after the holidays.

For the first time in a long time Qrow felt his eyes water up a little bit. Winter noticed this and wiped them away and looked him dead in the eyes. Now you better not have gotten rusty over this last month, she cooed, We can’t have a under practiced bird prot… OOF… before she could finish Qrow had rushed in and given her a long deep kiss.

How did you even, he started but was cut off by Winter placing a finger to his lips, It’s my secret, she said with a devilish smirk, and you'll have to try MUCH harder to get that out of me tonight, she said in a slow seductive tone.

Qrow felt his mouth water a bit at the thought but quickly brushed away the thought as he reached behind the couch and pulled out his seamingly meger gift for her, he knew it would pale in comparison to the lengths she had gone to, but he hoped with all his heart she would at least like it.

Winter slowly examined the long flat rectangular box, it almost seemed weightless.

Qrow watched nervously as she started pulling the lid off the box, her eyes widened as she looked inside.

Winter pulled out a long obviously handsewed Light and dark blue scarf with snowflake inlays almost identical to her glyphs, at the center of each glyph was a small image of a black crow, inlaid in the background of the scarf were beautiful depictions of small villages and at the opposite end of the scarf was a picture of the arena where she had confessed to him, At the center was a note.

You are all I am, my beautiful snowflake

The other side of the scarf was bland and seemed to fit the military dress code matching her uniform, It was carefully tailored to blend in with her Jacket without detracting from the uniformity of the military

Winter felt a large mass of tears well up in her eyes before she started full on crying, all manner of grace and order lost

Qrow gave her a huge hug, regret building up in his chest, He knew it was too much, he knew it would remind her of her childhood, all this dark thoughts building up in his mind caused him to start to shake, until winter placed her hands on his cheeks and looked at him through teary eyes,

Did you make this? She asked through tears

Yeah… Qrow said roughly, he couldn’t meet her eyes

Winter pulled him into a passionate kiss completely upending Qrow causing them to both fall over into the couch.

Qrow, Winter said, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…. When did you learn to.. She was stopped by Qrow with that same playful look in his eye, all negative feelings gone in a flash, he placed one finger on her lips and seductively said, Well I guess you’ll have to try MUCH harder to get that out of me Ice Quee...nn… he trailed off, he was met with the most longing and starving look Winter eyes had ever betrayed, like a cat about to pounce

He was instantly tackled tackled by Winter

It would be a great night after all

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OOF IT’S 1:45 NOW AND I HAVE TO WAKE UP EARLY

Hope you all enjoy, I just keep writing so I guess we'll see if it lets me post it all

This is my third ever fic, Just figured Id write it now just in case I lose motivation again

HAPPY QROWIN WEEK

[xxkagomexx]

Title: Bumps and Bruises

Show: Inuyasha

Pairing: Inukag

AN: Just a quick little look into the life of Inu and Kags dealing with the trials of parenthood. Hope you guys like it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Creds to the inukag kids goes to @thathanyouinuyasha from our threads :)

“Can I play outside now? Mama? Please Mama, pleeeeeeaaaase?” a small girl begged her mother, clinging to her pants dramatically as if the whole world would end if she was denied her request. The girl’s mother, a woman with hair the color of a raven’s wing pretended to think hard on this, tapping her index finger against her chin.

“Well, I don’t know Hikari. Did you pick up your toys?” Hikari stared up at her mother and nodded her head a dozen times to her question. “Did you make your bedding neat?” Another round of nods. “Then I guess my answer is going to have to be…yes. You can play outside but stay close to the house.”

An eruption of excited squeals came from the little girl and a wide grin stretched across her face. “Okay, Mama! When Papa comes home do you think he will play with me?”

Her mother gave her an uncertain shrug of her shoulders. “Papa has been working. He might be tired and want to rest.”

Hikari’s shoulders slumped but she didn’t let it dampen her mood for long. “That’s okay! He can just tell me about all the bad demons he beat up with Uncle Miroku!”

“I’m sure he will.” Kagome watched her energetic daughter run outside, her bare feet slapping against the ground. She didn’t bother with trying to get her to wear shoes when she played outside the house anymore since the tantrums were long and ear piercing and when she did manage to get shoes on her feet they were abandoned in minutes. Watching her daughter and making certain she stayed within eye sight of the house, she continued with the house chores she had to get done, glancing up every few minutes to make sure Hikari wasn’t doing anything that she shouldn’t be.

Going through the house, Kagome grabbed any dirty robes that were lying around, draping them over her arm so that she could wash them in a tub of water outside. Right before she was about to step outside, soft wails came from inside the house. Setting the pile of dirty clothes by the door, Kagome moved to the bedding area, walking over to the smallest one and peered at the infant wailing, having woken up from his nap.

With a warm smile, she slid her hands underneath the baby, scooping him up and cradling him close, she cooed down to the pup in her arms, trying to calm him down. “Aww, baby boy, did you wake up and get scared?” the miko murmured in a reassuring voice, smoothing his white bangs back to plant a kiss on his forehead. As she continued talking to him, the baby began to calm, his wails turning to happy coos.

“There, that’s much better, Yoshiru.” With her son still in his arms, she moved to her bedding to sit down, rubbing his silver puppy ears he inherited from his hanyou father. Speaking of his father, Inuyasha would be home in the next few hours. The thought made the corners of her lips quirk up into a bigger smile.

Although understanding that they needed the money, Kagome never liked it when Inuyasha and Miroku went off on a job several towns away. The days seemed longer when he did, the kids usually behaved worse and the bed was so much colder. “Yoshiru, Papa is going to be home soon. Are you happy about that? Mama sure is,” she giggled as her son tilted his head at her voice, his ears flopping over adorably. “You are just too cute mister,” she rubbed her thumb across his chubby cheek. “Now, Mama has to do some chores around the house, all right?” she stood up from the bedding and moved towards the small chest where they stored their clothes and took out a long piece of cloth. For a moment she set Yoshiru back in his bed as she winded the fabric around her torso like Sango had taught her and tied it off.

Tugging on it to make sure it was secure, Kagome picked the child back up and tucked him into the wrap around her chest, him facing her so that he could rest against her while she worked. With Yoshiru strapped in, the village miko was able to get some of her house work finished.

She was able to wash the clothes, hang them up to dry, check on the herbs she had to see what she needed to pick soon, checked their food supplies and was almost finished with cleaning out some food bowls when a piercing cry stopped her in her tracks. The bowl in hand clattered to the floor and before it had even touched the ground Kagome was already out the door. She kept a hand pressed against Yoshiru’s head as she rushed outside, having recognized the cry as her daughter’s.

“Hikari! Hikari, what’s wrong?” Kagome gasped when she found the little girl on the ground balling her eyes out. Kneeling down, she noticed her daughter clutching her leg.

“It h-h-hurts, Mama…it h-huuurts!” Hikari wailed, her black ears plastered against her head.

“What happened? How did you hurt it?” her mother asked, using one hand to rub Yoshiru’s back as he began fussing at his siblings crying while using her free arm try and look at Hikari’s leg.

“I w-was just climbing the tree a-a-and I tried to go h-higher than I have before but I fwell,” she sobbed, refusing to let go of her leg so that her mother could look at it.

“Oh baby…” Kagome’s eyes widened in horror, having not seen Hikari climbing the tree. She never let her do that unless Inuyasha was right there watching her but now wasn’t the time for a lecture. “Let’s get you inside,” she murmured and scooped up the little hanyou, moving carefully to the house and trying not to jostle her too much. By this point Yoshiru had begun wailing but she didn’t have time to soothe him as she set him in his bedding while putting Hikari on her own.

With a frown marring her face, Kagome tried to calm down Hikari. “Baby, let me look at your leg.”

“No!” Hikari shouted, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, pulling away the farthest she could from her mother.

With a confused look, Kagome went to move Hikari’s hands herself. “But I have to see if your leg is hurt.”

“No! You’ll make it hurt more!”

“Baby, I can’t make the ouchie better if I can’t look at it,” Kagome tried to reason with her daughter to no avail. The girl kept wailing and shrieking whenever her mother so much as looked at her leg while Yoshiru wailed just as loudly from his bedding.

Right when Kagome was about to give up and start crying with them, the reed mat covering the door opened along with a short yell. “Oi, the fuck is going on?”

“Inuyasha, thank goodness you’re home,” she exclaimed in relief as the figure of her husband came over, discarding Tessaiga by the door. His ears were flattened presumably due to the piercing wails of their children. “I need your help.”

The disgruntled hanyou knelt down, narrowing his eyes at his two pups to try and figure out what was wrong. He didn’t have to guess as Kagome briefly filled him in. “Hikari fell from a tree and she says her leg hurts but she won’t let me get near her. Yoshiru is just crying because Hikari is.”

“You take care of Yoshiru. I’ll handle her.” The frazzled mother watched as Inuyasha sighed, sitting down on the wood flooring and crossing his legs. “Hey, brat, would you look at me?”

Hikari looked up at him warily, but her ears perked upon seeing him. “Papa, you’re home,” she whimpered, rubbing the tears away from her cheeks.

“Yeah, I am and your mother told me you hurt yourself so show me your leg,” Inuyasha told her firmly but not in a mean way. Before Hikari began to protest, he gave her a look. “Hikari, how do you expect your leg to quit hurting if you don’t let us look at it?” His daughter shrugged her shoulders, her cries quieting to listen to him. “Exactly. Won’t it be better to let us look at it and let it hurt a little more for a little while instead of it hurting forever.” Yeah, he was exaggerating but it seemed to work the charm.

Hikari stared at him a moment longer, her fang chewing on her bottom lip, then nodded. Now that he had her permission, Kagome watched as Inuyasha carefully took his daughter into his lap, being careful not to move her too much. Yoshiru was beginning to calm in her arms as she rocked him slowly. Moving the baby to her left arm, she knelt down beside her mate, watching as he examined her leg.

“Hikari, I’m gonna tell you to do some things and all you have to do is try and do them? Okay?” Inuyasha carefully set her leg back on the ground. “Raise it off the ground.” Hikari tried and let outa  yelp, shaking her head.

“I can’t do it, Papa,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.

Inuyasha raised a clawed hand and patted the spot between her ears to get her to calm down. “That’s all right, you did good.” He had her try a few more things before turning to Kagome seriously. “It’s broken. Not too bad of a break but it’s still broken.”

Kagome set Yoshiru back in his bed, the baby having fallen back to sleep. “I was afraid of that,” she moved to kneel down beside her daughter who was resting in her father’s lap uncomfortably, soft whimpers escaping her throat. “My poor girl, we’ll make you all better,” she cooed, hugging her quickly.

“You promise, Mama?”

“I promise, Hikari,” she smiled at her reassuringly, standing back up. “I’ll go grab some medicine and bandages. We have to set her leg.”

Inuyasha nodded in agreement, distracting the girl in his lap by continuing to pet her ears. “Yeah. She’ll heal fast with her demon blood but it will still be a while until she’s back and running.”

The miko nodded in agreement, walking to the other room to the medicine cabinet. Sifting through her materials, she grabbed the required objects and brought them back over to Inuyasha and Hikari, setting them down in a neat pile and giving her husband a look.

Gratefully, he understood the look he gave her and tightened his grip on their daughter. “All right, brat. Your Mom’s gonna fix your leg up and it’s going to hurt but it has to be done.”

Golden eyes widened fearfully, and she wriggled in his lap, unable to move much. “Why does it have to hurt??”

A sigh escaped the silver haired hanyou’s lips. “I dunno, it just has to. I’ll tell ya this. After this I’ll let you look at Tessaiga. I might even let you touch it.”

Hikari’s eyes widened for a different reason now, excitement lighting up her eyes that matched her father’s. “Really, Papa?” she gasped.

“Heh, yeah,” Inuyasha’s smirk melted into a smile at her happier expression. The fond look soon disappeared the moment his wife began the process of setting and splinting his daughter’s tiny leg and after more crying, yelling and being called mean, Hikari’s crying had stopped and she now had a makeshift cast to show off.

“You were so brave, my strong little warrior,” Kagome covered her daughter’s face with kisses as she held her in her arms and squeezing her tight. The little hanyou giggled at the attention she received, giving her mother a kiss on the cheek.

“Can I play now?” Hiakri asked, wiggling to be set down only to find that her mother’s grip on her was steel and her face grew sad. “Mama?”

“Baby, you can’t walk on your leg until it heals.”

“How long will that be?”

“It’s going to be a while…” Kagome answered truthfully, feelings badly for her little girl who loved to always be running and jumping around. “You can still play! You just can’t walk.”

New tears began forming in Hikari’s eyes as her death sentence was laid before her. Not wanting anymore crying, the miko cast a desperate glance to Inuyasha who had finished putting away the medical supplies. Silently, he held out his arms, Kagome depositing their daughter gently into his grasp.

Golden eyes met her watery ones and being careful of his claw he tapped her nose. “Keh, that doesn’t mean you can’t still have fun,” he smirked at her. “Your arms still work, don’t they?” At her slow nod he continued. “Then you can still play.” Without warming he lifted her above his head, placing his daughter on his broad shoulders. After instructing her to hold on tight, he kept a tight grip on her legs. “Do you wanna feel like you’re flying?”

“Yeah! I wanna fly, Papa! I wanna fly!” Hikari chanted loudly, causing his ears to twitch at the high pitched yells. Her little fists gripped his long silver tresses tightly but she moved them to his hakama after she pulled on his hair too hard.

Craning his neck up to look at her, he grinned, giving her a little bounce. “Then you better hold on tight.” Without giving her a further explanation he stepped out of the house and the moment his barefoot touched the grass he pushed off his feet hard, starting off into a run. He started slow, smiling at the shrieks of joy that came from Hikari as she watched the trees go past them in a blur. Dodging trees and other foliage, Inuyasha zoomed through the forest area around their home, not going far. “You ready to fly high, brat?”

“Yeah, Papa! Make Hikari fly as high Kirara!” Her excited voice came loud and clear over the rush of the wind around them.

“I’ll fly higher than that cat,” the red clad man laughed, racing towards a more open area where the trees weren’t as dense. “On the count of three. One…two…three!” At the last number he yelled he pushed off on the balls of his feet, leaping high in the air all the way to the tree branches. The delighted gasps from Hikari made him grin wider as he touched down on the ground, continuing to run without breaking stride.

“Again, Papa, again!” cheered Hikari from his shoulders, seeming much happier than she had been minutes prior. It was simple moment like these that made his heart squeeze in his chest. The fact that he could make his little girl so happy made his chest feel warm and her delighted shrieks, while incredibly loud to his sensitive ears sounded like music to him. These small moments had to be his favorite.

“All right, but you better hold on tight.”

“I will Papa! But you can’t let go of me!”

“Keh, as if I ever would.”

[yukinokoe]

Truly, Madly - Chapter 10 (UkaTake)

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Ukai stretched, bracing his palms against his knee pads. It had been so long since he had played a match against a neighborhood team, not practicing with Karasuno. With the boost in volleyball’s popularity from Karasuno, the community rec center decided to host a charity game between local teams. They were playing against another Miyagi neighborhood association. The community center was buzzing with noise, stands were filled with parents, friends, wives, and children all rooting on their loved ones. Ukai glanced over, instantly spotting a familiar mop of black curls and an excessively cheerful grinning face. Takeda was wrapped in Ukai’s jacket, holding a sign that said “Torono Fight!!!” in blocky katakana. Takeda noticed Ukai’s glance and smiled more broadly, offering a little wave. Ukai winked in response before flushing at the embarrassing gesture.

“Nervous?” Mori asked, striding up to Ukai with an outstretched water bottle. Ukai laughed awkwardly, taking the bottle from Mori. “Not really one for getting nervous. Why d’ya ask?”

“No reason,” Mori said calmly, taking a drink from his own bottle. “So, where’s Ai-chan? Is she coming?”

“We’ll see,” Ukai said, trying his damnest not to look at Takeda.

“I ran into Takeda-sensei earlier,” Mori said, his eyes rolled upward as though deep in thought. “He seemed pretty happy to be here. I woulda thought you dating his sister would be kinda weird for him, but honestly, it seems like you guys have gotten closer since you and Ai started dating.”

Ukai choked on the water he was drinking, spluttering droplets on his chin and down the front of his shirt. Mori quirked an eyebrow, but Ukai pounded his chest with a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Went down the wrong pipe,” he croaked out, running his forearm across his chin. “I guess you could say Takeda and I have gotten closer thanks to Ai,” he muttered.

“That’s cool,” Mori smiled. “Not gonna lie, I was almost positive that Takeda-sensei was into you. He just kinda has that look about him when you’re around. I mean, he’s nice to everyone, but he’s kinda sweet on you.”

“Sweet on?” Ukai asked, quirking an eyebrow. “What are you? My old man? Who even talks like that anymore?”

“Shaddup,” Mori scoffed, smiling, albeit with a tinge of pink dusted on his cheeks.

“What are you two talking about over there?” a loud voice called over. Takinoue approached the two men, closely followed by Shimada and Uchizawa. Ukai rolled his eyes as they approached, taking another drink of water. Takinoue smirked, “Been a while since the dream team has played together like this. This’ll be a cake walk after dealing with your crazy-good team, Kei.”

“Hah, yeah,” Ukai laughed. “Hopefully you can keep up with me since I’ve been getting way more practice than you.”

“I think you’re putting way too much stock in Takinoue,” Uchizawa smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That was uncalled for!” Takinoue shouted, pivoting towards Uchizawa defensively. He turned back, scanning over the crowd looking for a familiar face. “So,” he said coyly, smiling and leaning towards Ukai, towering over him on the tips of his toes, “Where’s Ai-chan? Is she here yet? Coming to cheer you on like a doting girlfriend?��

Ukai shrugged off Takinoue with an eye-roll. “She’ll be here. Relax. I’m not gonna get all embarrassed like some school kid with a crush.”

For a split second, Shimada caught Ukai’s eyes, knowing and serious. Ukai did flush a bit, remembering the last time they had talked about Ai. Shimada was still the only one of his friends who knew the truth about his relationship. Ukai had told Shimada that he’d tell the rest of the guys the truth after the game. He didn’t want anything to do with his fake (or real) relationship affecting the team morale. Shimada didn’t say anything to Ukai though, instead stretching his shoulders. “We about ready to start this thing?” Shimada asked, addressing the whole group.

“Yeah,” Ukai remarked, setting down the water bottle on the bench and cracking his knuckles. “It’s time.”

They were sitting at match point in the second set, poised to win the match with just one good play. Shimada had already been swapped out, and Mori was serving. It wasn’t an ideal setup for their match point, but Ukai wasn’t giving up on the serve. He nodded to Mori, who nodded back, and served, hitting the ball with a harsh “thwack!” as it sailed over the net. “Sorry! It’s short!” he called as the opposing team moved to receive.

“Don’t mind!” Uchizawa called out, watching carefully as the ball was passed to the opposing team’s setter.

“Left! Left!” Takinoue called out, moving to block the attack. His timing was a bit off as he jumped, but the ball slowed slightly as it hit his fingertips. “One touch!” he called out, glancing behind him. Fujikawa, one of their more defensive players, dipped to receive the ball, sending it towards Ukai.

To Ukai, nothing shared the level of exhilaration as the touch of a volleyball hitting the palms of his hands for a good set-up. The feeling was fleeting with the rush of adrenaline that coursed through his fingertips, and time always seemed to move a bit slower up until right before the spike slammed against the court. He glanced at his team and saw the opening, Uchizawa’s power would make a good back attack and the other team seemed to be marking Hide, the wing spiker right beside him. “Uchizawa!” he shouted, deafeningly loud as he set the ball towards Uchizawa for a spike. Ukai watched the ball fly from his hands, hit against Uchizawa’s palm, and strike loudly against the floor just out of reach for the other team’s libero.

A loud whistle signaled the end of the game, and Ukai and his team ran together, crushing against each other in a mess of arms of an attempted hug. The cheers from the crowd were deafening. “I expected nothing less from Karasuno’s coach!” Hide shouted, clapping Ukai against the back.

Ukai smiled as thanks and looked over at the crowd. Takeda was standing, violently flailing his sign and shouting loudly, blending in with the crowd. For a fleeting moment, Ukai could hear his name among the cheers of the rest of the crowd, and he smiled broadly knowing exactly who was saying it.

The post-game formalities went by in a blur as they shook hands with the other team and bowed to their opponent’s audience. They returned to the bench, Takinoue’s arm around Ukai’s shoulders, shaking him with pride. “You’ve improved, benchwarmer!” Takinoue shouted over the clatter of people getting out of their seats and moving to leave the rec center.

“Way to ruin a good moment, dick,” Ukai snorted. “Maybe you should take some pointers from my team! What was that flubbed block in the middle of the set? I thought you were gonna fall on your ass!”

Takinoue tightened his grip. “Happens when you start getting old, man. Just ask Uchizawa.”

“Dude, I’m only two years older than you,” Uchizawa groaned, trying to sound annoyed despite his stifled laugh.

“Keishin!”

The sound of Ukai’s name made him look up. Takeda was sprinting towards him, the sign flapping under his arm as he ran. He dropped the sign onto the bench as he approached, and in one fluid movement, he grabbed Ukai by the front of his sweat-soaked t-shirt and planted a kiss on his lips. “Congratulations, Keishin,” he said softly in a familiar, high-pitched voice before turning to wink at Ukai’s friends.

Other than Shimada, the entire group was stunned. Uchizawa’s looked utterly confused, Mori’s face was half between a gasp and a smile, and Takinoue’s jaw was practically frozen in place, wide open with utter shock. “I knew it! I knew he was into you!” Mori shouted, grabbing Uchizawa by the sleeve and shaking him. “You owe me 500 yen!”

“You had a bet on this?” Ukai asked, turning back to glare at Mori. Uchizawa shrugged in response, shaking Mori off his shoulder. “I thought it would be easy money.”

“Hold up! Hold up!” Takinoue shouted, shaking his hands violently in front of him. “I’m so confused. What the hell is going on?”

“It’s a long story,” Ukai said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Basically, I asked Takeda to pretend to be my girlfriend to get those assholes always bugging me about being single off my back. One thing led to another and we ended up actually dating.”

“Didn’t think you’d let everyone know so openly,” Shimada quirked an eyebrow. “Then again… considering how I found out.”

“Wait, you knew!” Takinoue shouted at Shimada, whipping around to look at him. “And you didn’t even tell me! I thought we were best buds! How did you find out about all this!”

“I’d rather not talk about the details,” Shimada raised a hand, looking away. Takeda turned simultaneously pale and bright red at the memory.

“Look man,” Takinoue turned to Ukai, sternly. “I don’t get it. I don’t get how you managed to trick all of us so damn well, but you’re gonna explain it to us over a drink to apologize for lyin to us, and another drink for an amazing game, and once we get all the details ironed out, then we can support the shit outa you two.”

“We cool then?” Ukai asked, glancing around the group.

“Yeah,” Takinoue responded, followed by a chorus of affirmations. “Didn’t take you for the type to be into dudes, but…” he glanced over at Takeda, “Yeah, I can see it.”

“Whatever,” Ukai smiled, rolling his eyes, “I’m gonna drop off my gear at home. Meet you guys at the usual place. I’ll explain everything there.”

“Don’t forget, first round is on you!” Takinoue called out, waving goodbye as Ukai and Takeda moved away from the group.

“Do I look Iike I’m made of money?” Ukai yelled back. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, hiding a small smile that crept onto his face. Takeda bumped into his shoulder, smiling up at the sweaty man, “Good job out there,” Takeda whispered, “The game and talking to the guys. I’m glad it went well.”

“Yeah,” Ukai whispered back, clutching his bag. “I’m glad it went well too. That was easier than I thought it would be.”

“Maybe because I was there to help. I did all the really embarrassing stuff after all,” Takeda laughed nervously, turning a bit pink.

“Thanks,” Ukai muttered back, “I’m glad I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

Takeda brushed his hand against Ukai’s as they left the rec center. He was still blushing, not looking at Ukai, with a large smile curling on his lips, “I’m glad you let me be your boyfriend too.”

[newyorktheater]

Before he started collaborating with Richard Rodgers on some of the most beloved musicals in Broadway history, Oscar Hammerstein II (1895-1960) had helped create some three dozen Broadway productions over a quarter of a century, most often writing both the lyrics and the libretto. Of course, he began with an in:  His uncle Arthur Hammerstein produced the musical, “Furs and Frills,” for which the young Hammerstein, at age 22 in 1917, wrote his first Broadway lyrics — for a song composed by Silvio Hein entitled “Make Yourselves at Home.” Arthur wasn’t his only relative in the business.  His father William Hammerstein was a theater manager; his grandfather, Oscar Hammerstein I, an impresario who helped create the theater district we know today.  But if family connections helped to make Oscar Hammerstein II feel at home on Broadway from the get-go, he soon transformed the place.

“Hammerstein, first with Kern then with Rodgers, revolutionized musical theater,” his protege Stephen Sondheim wrote in the introduction to the reissue of Hammerstein’s collection of his favorite lyrics. He accomplished  this, Sondheim says, “by combining the traditions of musical comedy with operetta while nudging story, character and lyrics towards the kind of naturalism that had overtaken the nonmusical stage since World War I.”

Still, there is some satisfactions in sifting through his individual songs — he reportedly wrote more the lyrics for more than a thousand of them —  and realizing how many vocal artists and musicians of many stripes and many generations have interpreted them — and so so still, 60 years after his death.

The New Moon, 1928

With composer Sigmund Romberg. Hammerstein worked on four Romberg shows.

From this one comes  “Lover, Come Back To Me,” sung by Barbra Streisand, accompanied, conveniently, by a scroll of Hammerstein’s lyrics.

Show Boat, 1927

Music by Jerome Kern, with whom Hammerstein collaborated on some half dozen musicals.

Paul Robeson sings “Ol Man River” in the 1936 movie of the musical. Hammerstein’s original lyrics were problematic in the way he referred to African-Americans. In the movie version, it’s been changed to “darkies,” which to modern ears isn’t much better than the original epithet.

I’ll quote here just the first few verses:

Dere’s an old man called the Mississippi, Dat’s the old man dat I’d like to be, What does he care if the world’s got troubles, What does he care if da land ain’t free?

Old Man River, Dat Old Man River, He mus’ know somepin’, But don’t say nothin’ He just keeps rollin’ He keeps on rollin’ along.

He don’t plant taters, He don’t plant cotton, And dem dat plant ’em, Is soon forgotten, But old man river, He jus’ keeps rollin’ along.

You an’ me, We sweat an’ strain, Body all achin’, An’ wracked with pain, Tote dat barge, Lift dat bale, Get a little drunk, And ya lands in jail.

I gets weary, An’ sick of tryin’, I’m tired of livin’, And scared of dyin’, But old man river, He jus’ keeps rollin’ along.

After 1938, Robeson changed the lyrics to the son in his concerts, not just omitting the denigrating references but cleaning up the dialect and changing the character of the singer from resigned to empowered. Instead of ” Git a little drunk, / An’ you land in jail…”, Robeson sang ” You show a little grit / And you lands in jail..” He changed “I gits weary / An’ sick of tryin’; / I’m tired of livin’ / An scared of dyin’,” to “But I keeps laughin’/ Instead of cryin’ / I must keep fightin’; / Until I’m dyin'”

Billie Holiday sings Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man in 1937, with Teddy Wilson on the piano.

Fish got to swim and birds got to fly I’ve got to love one man till I die Can’t help lovin’ that man of mine

Tell me he’s lazy tell me he’s slow Tell me I’m crazy maybe I know Can’t help lovin’ that man of mine

When he goes away That’s a rainy day And when he comes back that day is fine The sun will shine

He can come home as late as can be Home without him ain’t no home to me Can’t help lovin’t dat man of mine

Sweet Adeline, 1929

Music by Jerome Kern

Helen Morgan sang “Why Was I Born” in the original production Here’s Irene Dunne singing it five years later

Why was I born? Why am I livin’? What do I get? What am I givin’? Why do I want a thing I daren’t hope for? What can I hope for? I wish I knew. Why do I try to draw you near me? Why do I cry? You never hear me I’m a poor fool, but what can I do? Why was I born to love you?

Music in the Air, 1933

Music by Jerome Kern

Ten years later, Frank Sinatra sang “The Song Is You” which has been covered by singers as diverse as Mario Lanza and Mary Wilson

I hear music when I look at you, A beautiful theme of every Dream I ever knew. Down deep in my heart I hear it play. I feel it start, then melt away. I hear music when I touch your hand, A beautiful melody from some enchanted land. Down deep in my heart, I hear it say, Is this the day? I alone have heard this lovely strain, I alone have heard this glad refrain: Must it be forever inside of me, Why can’t I let it go, Why can’t I let you know, Why can’t I let you know the song My heart would sing? That beautiful rhapsody Of love and youth and spring, The music is sweet, The words are true The song is you.

Very Warm for May, 1939

Music by Jerome Kern

Ella Fitzgerald sings “All The Things You Are” (accompanied by lyrics!)

Carmen Jones, 1943

Music by Georges Bizet. Hammerstein basically supplied a new setting and new lyrics to the opera Carmen

Dorothy Dandridge sings ‘Dat’s Love’ (set to the song “Habanera) in

Oklahoma, 1943

Hammerstein’s first collaboration with Richard Rodgers, and the musical still most credited with creating the modern Broadway musical.

Barbara Cook sings Many a New Day

Kristin Chenoweth sings “I Can’t Say No”

Bette Midler sings Oklahoma!

State Fair, 1945 film

This is the only Rodgers and Hammerstein musical written directly for film. It was brought to a Broadway stage in 1996.

Jeanne Crain sings “It Might As Well Be Spring” from the movie.(Actually her singing voice was dubbed by Louanne Hogan.) Song begins at around 2:00

I prefer Rosemary Clooney with Harry James on horn

I’m as restless as a willow in a windstorm I’m as jumpy as a puppet on a string I’d say that I had Spring fever But I know it isn’t Spring

I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have Spring fever When it isn’t even Spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard From a girl I’ve yet to meet

I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be Spring

It might as well be Spring

Carousel, 1945

Joshua Henry and Jessie Mueller perform ‘If I Loved You’

Allegro, 1947

Part of a London production of the musical in 2016 at Southwark Playhouse, Katie Bernstein sings “The Gentleman is a Dope.”

The gentleman is a dope, a man of many faults A clumsy Joe who wouldn’t know a Rumba from a Waltz The gentleman is a dope and not my cup of tea Why do I get in a dither? He doesn’t belong to me

The gentleman isn’t bright, he doesn’t know the score A cake will come, he’ll take a crumb and never ask for more The gentleman’s eyes are blue but little do they see Why am I beating my brains out? He doesn’t belong to me

He’s somebody else’s problem, she’s welcome to the guy She’ll never understand him half as well as I

The gentleman is a dope, he isn’t very smart He’s just a lug you’d like to hug and hold against you heart The gentleman is a dope doesn’t know how happy he could Look at me crying my eyes out, as if he belonged to me He’ll never belong to me

He’s somebody else’s problem, she’s welcome, welcome to the guy She’ll never understand him half as well, well as I

The gentleman is a dope, he isn’t very smart He’s just a lug you’d like to hug and hold against you heart The gentleman is a dope doesn’t know how happy he could Look at me crying my eyes out, as if he belonged to me He’ll never belong to me

South Pacific, 1949

Mitzi Gaynor (actually) sings “I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Outa My Hair”

Bing Crosby sings Younger than Springtime

You’ve Got To Be Carefully Taught

In what amounts to a Public Service Announcement on Brotherhood Week, Oscar Hammerstein introduces the song, while Richard Rodgers plays the piano and while William Tabbert, who originated the role of the character Lt. Joseph Cable, sings

Here’s Mandy Patinkin’s interpretation

And Billy Porter

You’ve got to be taught To hate and fear, You’ve got to be taught From year to year, It’s got to be drummed In your dear little ear You’ve got to be carefully taught. You’ve got to be taught to be afraid Of people whose eyes are oddly made, And people whose skin is a diff’rent shade, You’ve got to be carefully taught. You’ve got to be taught before it’s too late, Before you are six or seven or eight, To hate all the people your relatives hate, You’ve got to be carefully taught

Alex Newell sings “Wonderful Guy”

The King and I, 1951

Kelli O’Hara sings “I Whistle A Happy Tune”

Whenever I feel afraid I hold my head erect And whistle a happy tune So no one will suspect I’m afraid. While shivering in my shoes I strike a careless pose And whistle a happy tune And no one ever knows I’m afraid. The result of this deception Is very strange to tell For when I fool the people I fear I fool myself as well! And ev’ry single time The happiness in the tune Convinces me that I’m not afraid. Make believe you’re brave And the trick will take you far. You may be as brave As you make believe you are You may be as brave As you make believe you are LOUIS While shivering in my shoes I strike a careless pose And whistle a happy tune And no one ever knows, I’m afraid.

Jelani Alladin and Matt Doyle sing “We Kiss In A Shadow” in 2019 (a gorgeous version that’s part of the unfortunately named R&H Goes Pop series)

Pipe Dream, 1955

Perry Como sings “All At Once You Start to Love Her”

You start to light her cigarette And all at once you love her You’ve scarcely talked You’ve scarcely met But all at once you love her

You like her eyes, you tell her so She thinks you’re wise and clever You kiss goodnight and then you know You’ll kiss goodnight forever You wonder where your heart can go Then all at once you know (All at once you know)

You like her eyes (‘like her eyes) You tell her so (‘tell her so) She thinks you’re wise and clever (You’re wise an’ clever) You kiss goodnight and then you know You’ll kiss goodnight forever You wonder where your heart can go Then all at once you know

Flower Drum Song, 1958

Miyoshi Umeki sings the first song “A Hundred Million Miracles” in this long segment on the Ed Sullivan Show

This is followed by “You Are Beautiful”, “I Enjoy Being A Girl”, “Love Look Away”, and “Sunday”. sung by members of the cast Pat Suzuki, Ed Kenney, Juanita Hall, Arabella Hong, Larry Blyden, Patrick Adiarte.

The Sound of Music, 1959

My Favorite Things

Julie Andrews sings it in the movie

But it’s been embraced by singers the world over, especially jazz singers.

Sarah Vaughn

Bobby McFerrin

Tony Bennett

Raindrops on roses And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells And schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver-white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites When the bee stings When I’m feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don’t feel so bad

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favorite things

When the dog bites When the bee stings When I’m feeling sad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don’t feel so bad

The Sweetest Sight

In 1939, Oscar Hammerstein spotted an old couple on the beach, and was moved to write lyrics set to a melody Jerome Kern had written several years before. Here in 1981, Isaac Stern plays the violin violin and then Mary Martin sings “The Sweetest Sight I Have Seen” Starts at around 3:00

I have seen a line of snow-white birds Drawn across an evening sky. I have seen divine, unspoken words Shining in a lover’s eye. I hae seen moonlight on a mountaintop, Silver and cool and still. I have heard church ells fairly echoing Over a distant hill. Close enough to beauty I have been. And, in all the whole wide land, Here’s the sweetest sight that I have seen — One old couple walking hand in hand.

O is for Oscar Hammerstein II. The Lyricist Who Revolutionized Broadway, even before Richard Rodgers. Before he started collaborating with Richard Rodgers on some of the most beloved musicals in Broadway history, Oscar Hammerstein II (1895-1960) had helped create some three dozen Broadway productions over a quarter of a century, most often writing both the lyrics…

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Just some little self indulgent fun, inspired by the way the cat always looks very scandalized when I sneeze, the fact that Michael is basically a feral cat that only likes ONE person, and the HC that angels have very little clue about humans body functions and would probably not have experienced someone sneezing.

Also, I love the Idea that the elements of an angels true-form they show (Like the eyes and wings) have a behavior of their own and show a bit of their true feelings. (stop acting so indifferent Michael, you are clearly smitten!)

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