#and gods how did i never notice that those exhaust pipes are partially made of flesh?

[kariachi]

I feel like all there is to know about me as a fan writer can be learned with the realization that during high school I tried to write a series focused entirely on the history of Behemoth from it's spontaneous formation within the Digital World to finally finding it's true rider in Beelzebumon.

Was a whole thing, had it's first rider be a Ponchomon, pretty sure it ran over several members of their village too...

[cottontail20]

In Happy Times, Our Love Does Grow, Chapter 21: Almost A Family

Summary: Viv hijacks Wanda and Vision's date again, but Wanda doesn't really mind.

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20601530/chapters/51091858

A little while later, Vision headed up to the counter, ordering a McChicken meal for Wanda, a hamburger Happy Meal for Viv, and the classic Big Mac for himself. Viv, a well behaved child for the most part, was happy to sit and eat quietly while the adults talked.

"So, you've never been tempted to go back to Sokovia?" Vision asked, after swallowing his latest mouthful.

"God, no. That whole country is a.." She'd been about to say gaura de rahat.. translation, 'Shit-hole', but stopped herself, mindful of Vivian's presence. "There are just too many bad memories. Not too mention it's still a war-zone most of the time."

"Ah.. When you put it that way, I see why you would not want to go back.." Vision frowned. She had suffered so much.

"What about you, Vizh?" Wanda popped a few fries in her mouth.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever thought about going back to Britain?" Wanda clarified. "Looking for your Family?"

"A little, when we lost Vin, and just after Vivian was born.." Vision replied. "More for medical history than anything else. Otherwise, I don't see much reason to. I found my family here in the U.S."

"Like Lilo & Stitch" Viv piped up through a mouthful of burger. "You found your family all on your own."

"Don't talk with your mouthful" Vision gently scolded, then smiled. "But yes, a bit like that.."

"Lilo & Stitch.." Wanda thought for a moment. "That's the one with the little girl and the crazy alien, right?"

Viv swallowed her next mouthful before she answered.

"Uh-huh."

"I don't think I've ever seen that one.. Of course, there are a lot of those movies that I haven't seen."

"But you have to see it!" Viv gasped. "It's one of our most favorite movies. Daddy, can we all go home and watch it?"

"Well.." Vision sighed, hesitating slightly, feeling a little as though Viv was hijacking his date yet again. "We were going to get dessert.."

"We can always get it to go" Wanda shrugged. "I'm off work Tomorrow, so I'm happy to go watch a movie."

"If you're sure.."

"I'm sure."

"Yay!" Viv jumped up from her seat and ran to join the line at the counter, behind an exhausted young couple with a fussy toddler, and a suspiciously red-eyed man who probably had the munchies.

"Vivian, you haven't finished your fries!" cried Vision exasperatedly, before turning to Wanda with an apologetic expression. "Sorry again.."

"Vizh, I already said it's okay.." Wanda couldn't help laughing a little at how worried he was. "This was fun. Movies at home are fun too. And Viv is fun. Sure, it might be nice to try for a bit of alone time next time, but it's no big deal.."

"N-Next time?" Vision's eyes lit up.

Wanda, suddenly caught in her own insecurities once more, failed to notice that light.

"I.. well.." Shit. Wanda thought things had been going well, but maybe she'd assumed too much. Maybe she'd screwed up, pushed too hard, made him feel uncomfortable with her question about returning to Britain.. She stood awkwardly. "I thought.. But if you don't want a next time.."

"Of course I want a next time!" Vision jumped up as eagerly as his daughter had a few moments before, grabbing Wanda's hand. "I want multiple next times. I want more dinners, and lunches, and movie nights and.. Maybe I am getting a little ahead of myself" Vision blushed.

Wanda, calm again now, laughed, a soft melodious sort of sound, and Vision's blush deepened, because Wanda's laughter was one of the most wonderful things he had ever heard.

"I don't think you're too far ahead, Vizh."

"Good.. My point is, I really do want a next time.."

"So do I" Wanda smiled softly. "We'll talk about it later.. For now, dessert. What's good? I've never had dessert here before."

"Well, I have always been partial to the apple pie.." Vision replied, as they walked hand in hand to join Viv in line. --

A short while later, they were back at Vision's house once more, and after changing Viv into her pajamas, they all settled down to watch their movie.

They ate their desserts, apple pies for Wanda and Vision, and a strawberry sundae for Viv, as they watched.

Wanda found herself tearing up at a few points in the film. Lilo's story about the loss of her parents, Stitch feeling 'Lost'. Seeing Wanda's tears, Vivian crawled into her lap, snuggling close, and Wanda couldn't help smiling, gently stroking the little girl's hair.

Vision watched them both for a while, rather entranced. Viv fit in snuggled against Wanda like she belonged there. Though it was still much too soon to think it, the words flashed in his mind again. His girls. Slowly, almost shyly, Vision draped his arm around Wanda.

Without really thinking about it, Wanda rested her head on Vision's shoulder, shuffling slightly closer to him on the sofa.

To someone who didn't know any better, they already looked like a family.

Shortly after the credits rolled, Viv dozed off in Wanda's lap.

"I'd better get her to bed.." Vision reached for his daughter.

"I've got her" Wanda stood, holding Viv. The little girl was a pleasant warm weight in her arms, her hand clutching the front of Wanda's sweater. "Down the hall, second door on the right, right?"

"Yes" Vision nodded. "That's right."

Wanda headed down the hall to carry Viv to her room, and Vision followed quietly behind them. As he watched Wanda gently tuck Viv into bed, he felt a pang in his heart, reminded of the maternal influence that Viv had never really had, and that Wanda had not had for nearly long enough. Wanda pressed a kiss to Viv's forehead, then headed back over to him, frowning a little at his expression.

"Are you okay, Vizh?"

"Yes.. Just thinking."

"Right.." She blushed. "I, uh, suppose I'd better head home soon."

Vision had a sudden desire to ask her to stay. It felt so much like she belonged there already. However, he didn't want Wanda to get the wrong idea, even though he, of course, would have slept on the couch.

"Of course" He said instead. "I will call you a cab." --

The cab arrived all too soon, and Vision walked Wanda out to the sidewalk where it had parked. Hand in hand.. they'd been doing a lot of that.

"So.." Vision began. "About, uh, 'next time'.. I heard you say you were off work Tomorrow, but did you have any other plans?"

"Not really.. why?"

"I'm free tomorrow too. Scott is taking Viv to play with Cassie after preschool.. W-We could do lunch? I know a nice little Cafe.."

Wanda smiled at his awkwardness. It was adorable.

"Sure. Lunch would be great. See you Tomorrow, then?"

"Yes.. Tomorrow." Vision hesitated for a moment. Should he kiss her? Did she want him to kiss her?

Wanda did, but she found herself feeling as nervous as Vision was. She had not had a first kiss, a real first kiss, the kind of kiss that was supposed to be the start of something special, for a long time. She actually found herself grateful for an excuse to wait a little longer.

"Hey. No pressure, taking it slow, remember?" She smiled, then tapped her cheek. "Here is fine."

"Alright" Vision smiled softly, kissing Wanda's cheek, and opening the cab door for her. "I'll pick you up around 12:30?"

"Perfect."

"Don't forget to.."

"Text you when I'm home safe" Wanda chuckled as she got in the cab. "I know. See you Tomorrow."

"See you Tomorrow."

Vision paid the driver, once again including a generous tip. He watched the cab until it was out of sight before he headed back inside, sighing.

The House felt surprisingly empty.

[ladywinchester1967]

Not a Day Goes By

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Character

Warnings: ANGST, fluff, feels and something special (check tags, i don’t want to ruin the surprise)

A/N: This is part 2 of “I Always Liked That Best”, this is based on a song by Lonestar that I’ve loved for many years (again, it’s country music if you aren’t into that, you’ve been warned). Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine, pics are not!

**THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION; not meant to disrespect Jensen, Danneel or their family because I love them.**

Part 1 is HERE

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It had been 2 weeks since I’d gotten Jensen’s follow request. I’d accepted it but waited a day before answering.

Yeah! It has been a while; I’m doing okay, how are you?

He’d answered nearly immediately, which surprised me.

Doing okay; living in Malibu. I’m headed back to Texas for a little bit while I’m on break from filming. Any chance we could get together?

My mouth went dry. Ten years. Ten long years and he still wanted to see me? We’d ended on good terms but I never thought I’d talk to him again. I typed back my reply

Sure! Let me know what dates you’ll be in town and we’ll figure something out.

My message seemingly hung in the air for a few days, he didn’t answer, nor did I pester him for one. I’d often wondered what he’d been up to all these years but never had the courage to look him up, scared of what I might find.

Got a picture of you I carry in my heart

Close my eyes to see it when the world gets dark

Got a memory of you I carry in my soul

I wrap it close around me when the nights get cold.

No; I reasoned, my memories of him where I felt most comfortable. Most safe.

Three days after my last exchange with Jensen, I went to an old friend’s house for a small holiday get together. I walked through the door of Jason Manns’ house like I owned the place, only to be greeted by him and some of his friends giving me huge hugs and greetings. After a few hours, I was pleasantly buzzed from the beer he’d been serving. I was talking with a girl I didn’t know when I heard the door open and Jason yell “JENSEN!”

It felt like I’d been electrocuted, he smiled and greeted Jason with a hug and then suddenly, his eyes were on me. The world seemed to go silent, I didn’t know he’d be there, Jason hadn’t mentioned it and probably for good reason. I turned and looked away, maybe he wouldn’t notice.

I wasn’t ready to see him; not ready to look into those intense green eyes, afraid of what I’d say if he asked me anything.

Sometime later, the conversation I was having was over and I’d made my way over to a bench seat by the window, watching the snow fall outside.

“Hey, there you are.” A spine tingling familiar voice said, pulling me out of my own head.

I looked up and like right of a dream, there he was. I stood and smiled; he was taller than I remembered. He wore a dark jacket, a light shirt and dark pants.

“Hey stranger.” I said “Should we hug or?”

“I think a hug is okay.” He said with his trademark bright smile. We did just that, our arms wrapped around each other and it felt like coming home. He felt the same, all though with a few more muscles, I noted. His smell and body heat were just as intoxicating as they always had been. When we parted he looked me up and down, then said

“Wow, you look amazing. How are you?”

“Fine,” I answered automatically “just fine.”

If you asked me how I'm doin' I'd say just fine

But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind

His face fell for just a second, but then was back to his warm grin.

“That’s good,” he said and took a sip of the drink he was holding “so are you still at the same job?”

“No,” I told him as my hands shook from nervousness “I’m the head event coordinator for a local wedding venue.”

Jason seemed to appear from no where.

“She’s being modest,” Jason interrupted “she’s the H.B.I.C at Little River Farms.”

“H.B.I.C?” Jensen asked

“Head bitch in charge.” I said with a laugh. Jensen echoed this laugh and said

“Wow, that’s awesome.”

We settled into an easy conversation as the hole in my chest that I’d learned to live with seemed to fill again.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you

After all this time you're still with me it's true

Somehow you remain locked so deep inside

Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by

His laugh, his demeanor, his little mannerisms, everything was still there. He may have been older, but he was still the man I’d fallen in love with all those years ago. If I was being honest, he was the guy I’d never gotten over. The one that’s set the bar for all future boyfriends.

**Jensen’s POV**

God; she was beautiful. She always had been, the image of her in my mind hadn’t changed from the woman I saw before me. I ached to be close to her, to hold her and tell her how fucking stupid I’d been to let her go. I’d always thought about her, ever since I left Texas for California. I wondered for a long time what she’d been up to. I resigned to the fact that she’d probably found a nice guy and settled down with a white picket fence and a dog. Part of me was relieved when I found her on Instagram and didn’t see any sign of a guy on it.

I still wait for the phone in the middle of the night

Thinkin' you might call me if your dreams don't turn out right.

And it still amazes me that I lie here in the dark

Wishin' you were next to me, with your head against my heart.

She’d always had nightmares, even if I wasn’t home to comfort her, she would call me and fall asleep with me on the phone. She’s always said it made her feel like I was there with her. When I was home, I always held her close, she always knew I was there that way, the sweet smell of her peach shampoo would fill my nose and I’d instantly relax. Sometimes I’d find myself waiting for those phone calls and cuddles; more often than I’d readily admit if anyone asked me.

“What about you?” She asked “How’re you doing?”

“Fine,” I answered automatically “just fine. Working on a few projects right now, got a lot of things coming down the pipe.”

“Really?” She asked, her eyes popping “That’s awesome!”

If you asked me how I'm doing I'd say just fine

But the truth is baby, if you could read my mind.

“You’re doing what you went to California to do,” she said, her eyes gleaming “that’s great Jensen, I’m really happy for you.”

My soul seemed to ache; yes having work was great, the money was fantastic, but it always felt like something was missing. I knew damn good and well what it was, but I buried it deep down and kept pushing forward.

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you

After all this time you're still with me it's true

Somehow you remain locked so deep inside

Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by

**Her POV**

His calm, cool exterior seemed to splinter when I told him how happy I was for him. I truly am, he’d dreamed of being an actor and he finally was. Part of me hurt because I knew he’d have given it up to be with me. I hadn’t wanted him to. I couldn’t be the reason he didn’t chase his dream. I couldn’t hold him back; I’d never have forgiven myself if I had.

The rest of the party seemed to fall away, like we were the only two people there. We chatted, laughed and joked like no time had passed between us. He was as sweet and caring as ever, asking about my family (that still adored him) and telling me about his when I asked.

“Dad still asks about you.” He told me and I smirked.

“He always was sweet to me, how is he?” I asked

“He’s Dad, he hasn’t changed much and doesn’t plan to either.” Jensen told me and I laughed.

Minutes turn to hours, and the hours to days

Seems it's been forever that I've felt this way.

The party started to thin after what felt like a few minutes, but when I glanced down at my watch, it had been four hours.

Four hours alone with my first love.

“I’ve gotta get going,” I told him “I have a few loose ends to tie up at work tomorrow before the holidays.”

Jensen nodded, finishing his drink.

“Any chance I could see you again before I leave?” He asked, his eyes hopeful.

I wasn’t sure I could stand being this close to him, knowing damn good and well he was leaving in a few days.

“Are you sure?” I asked “I mean, don’t you have someone to get home to?”

He looked confused for a second and then realized what I meant.

“No,” he said “no, there isn’t anyone else. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

I was partially relieved and partially terrified; could I trust myself alone with him?

Not a day goes by that I don't think of you

After all this time you're still with me it's true

Oh, somehow you remain locked so deep inside.

I mentally kicked myself as I shook my head.

“I don’t know, I’ll have to check and see how things look. But I’ll message you okay?”

The look on his face nearly killed me. He looked devastated.

“Okay.” He said and with a nod, he was gone.

I hugged Jason and hug and quietly slipped out of the party, crying the entire way home.

“No,” I thought “he’s where he belongs and I’m where I belong.”

When I returned to my apartment, I had cried myself into exhaustion. All I wanted to do was crawl into bed, wrap myself in blankets and disappear. I climbed the stairs and let myself in. Once the door was shut behind me, I locked it and sank to the floor, crying harder than I had in the car. I pulled my knees up to my head and cradled myself as I broke down.

I washed my makeup off and brushed my teeth, prepared to cry myself to sleep when I heard a knock at the door. I looked out of my bathroom and paused. I heard the knock again. I assumed it was coming from one of the other apartments, but I tip toed to the door to make sure. Another knock came as I checked the peep hole.

“Jensen.” I breathed when I saw him and quickly opened the door. “What’re you doing here?!” I asked as I opened the door.

“I don’t know.” He admitted as I let him in. His shoulders were dusted with snow, as was his hair, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“You didn’t just trod through snow for an “I don’t know” I know you better than that.”

“You’re damn right you know me better than that!” He exclaimed “I’m a fucking idiot okay? I shouldn’t have walked away. I should’ve fought for you, for us. You’re the only person I’ve ever truly wanted, no NEEDED in my life and you’re not there.” It hit me like a ton of bricks as he went on “If something good or bad happens, you’re the first one I want to call. If I’m having a bad day or a good day, you’re the only person I want to talk to.” His eyes were pleading “Please tell me what I’m feeling isn’t all in my head. Please.” He begged.

I didn’t have any words; tears slipped down my face as my lip trembled.

“Jens,” I breathed “no, it isn’t all in your head.”

His shoulders relaxed as he took two steps toward me and embraced me. I cried as he held me tightly. He kissed my cheek as I gripped his jacket. “Jensen please.” I begged him.

“Tell me,” He rasped in my ear “what is it?”

He placed his hands on their side of my face, his thumbs tilting my tear stained face up to his.

“I can’t do this just one time, I can’t.”

“Neither can I,” He said as he stroked my cheek “you’re it. You’re the only one I want.”

I nodded and kissed him, mustering up all the courage I could to do it. His lips were just as warm and plush as I remembered. He held my face so gently, like he thought I would break in his hands.

“I love you Jensen,” I murmured to him between kisses “I always have.”

“I love you too sweet girl.” He answered “I’m not letting you go. Never again.”

I practically tore his coat off, sending it to the floor as he picked me up and carried me to my room, holding me tightly as we kissed. He kicked my door shut and laid me in the bed. We both shed our layers until we were both bare. I had been right, he’d bulked up in ten years, but he still had the long, lean body I’d known all those years ago. He let his hands roam over my skin, as if he hadn’t missed a beat. He knew exactly where to touch me to drive me crazy, his rough palms easily danced over my skin, my core pounded with want.

“Jensen please!” I begged as his thumbs graced over my nipples, making them stand at attention. Without a word, his mouth sealed over mine and he pushed gently inside me. I shook, burying my fingers in his hair. I moaned his name as he pushed in and out of me, desire filling my belly. He fondled my breasts a little longer as he kissed me. My legs locked around his waist as we moved together. I whined into his mouth as I reached my peak.

“Jens, JAY!” I cried as ice seemingly ran up my spine. He moaned into my mouth and held my face again.

“I know,” he breathed, his voice sending letting puffs of air on to my mouth “let go sweet girl, I got you.”

I arched my back and finally did let go. The feelings I had for him broke through the dam I’d long built up to hold back. Looking in his eyes in that second, I knew. The missing piece in my life was back. No amount of miles or loneliness could change that. He was my first and only love.

Baby, baby, oh baby, not a day goes by

That I don't think of you.

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[xxdrowningbutbreathingxx]

Say You Won’t Let Go (Song Fic)

I met you in the dark

You lit me up

Saeran has always been in the dark. Back from when Saeyoung and him were kids, then his time in Mint Eye as he follow Rika’s orders, until his recovery. Admittedly he teased V for being partially blind, but Saeran knew in his state that he is metaphorically blind. 

It has always been like that, until he went to stay with Jumin in his penthouse. Saeran was skeptical, thinking how someone serious and cat-obsessed like Jumin will be better for him, but the tables were turned and now he’s thinking why he even doubted him in the first place.

You made me feel as though

I was enough

Jumin thought it would be hard to tend Saeran’s needs. Saeran is unstable, traumatized, and violent, and Jumin doesn’t know how exactly he should handle him. Should he go and be strict with rules in the house? Should he let him do whatever, and then brace himself for the insults once he objects to something? He wasn’t sure what exactly he is supposed to do, until Saeran moved in.

The first days were full with tension and a pint of awkward, but as the days gone by Jumin felt like he finally has a purpose. He was seeing the changes in Saeran’s behavior, and how he was growing on Saeran. As the days gone by feelings became deeper and so did the connection between them in the penthouse, and maybe for once Jumin can just be enough for who he is.

We danced the night away

We drank too much

I held your hair back when

You were throwing up

On Zen’s way home from an exhausting day at work, he bumped into V which was surprising. They rarely chat in the messenger app and meet-ups with the other were never an option, but as they stare at each other something about those eyes made Zen think something about today would be different.

“Hyun! I didn’t think I would see you here,” V said making Zen realized he was blankly staring at V. Oh God, does he think I’m weird or something? Zen thought, before internally slapping himself for the strange thoughts and for staying silent. “I should be the one saying that right?” Zen managed to say with a small chuckle. After a few seconds of thought, Zen piped up.

“How about we go to a bar and hang out?”

If only V knew he would be holding Zen’s hair back as the latter throw up he would’ve been prepared.

Then you smiled over your shoulder

For a minute I was stone cold sober

I pulled you closer to my chest

Seven watched Yoosung play LOLOL as he do personal work on his laptop. It became their own tradition; Seven will go over at Yoosung’s apartment to spend his free time there as Yoosung talk to him while playing LOLOL.

Seven didn’t know why he loves these times. It’s basically Yoosung shouting and swearing at the screen as he play the game, Seven teasing him and working on his laptop, and them eating a lot of junk food. It was nothing special, yet it was important for him. He closed his laptop and took a break, watching Yoosung play.

Out of boredom, Seven grabbed a pillow from the bed he was sitting on and threw it at Yoosung’s head. Yoosung paused his game and looked at Seven surprisingly with a smile. “Knew you would gonna get bored, but that hurt me,” Yoosung pouted making Seven hug him for being ‘too adorable’.

And you asked me to stay over

I said, I already told you

I think that you should get some rest

“Wanna stay over?” Yoosung mumbled against Seven’s chest for the redhead doesn’t seem to have any plans of letting him escape the embrace. Seven pulled away, looking at Yoosung. “I don’t know... I think it’s better if I go home later. I can’t afford to stay because of work, and besides, you need to rest.” “Concerned?” Yoosung teased, ruffling Seven’s hair before going back to his game.

I knew I loved you then

But you’d never know

'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

“Saeran, you don’t seem well,” Jumin remarked as Saeran enter the kitchen to eat breakfast. “It’s nothing. Just the usual.” Saeran sat at the counter beside Jumin. “Nightmare?” “Yeah,” Saeran said beginning to eat his breakfast. He would never say it out loud, but he was concerned of Saeran’s being. He fears that he’ll screw up and that Saeran will hurt himself, but he knew he needed to keep his composure.

I knew I needed you

But I never showed

Ever since that night V knew something changed in the way he viewed Zen. He’s not sure what exactly is that change, but he knew there was something. V read all the chats until Zen appeared with a “Just got home, feeling tired,” causing memories of that night flood him and get him all bothered.

But I wanna stay with you

Until we're grey and old

Their tradition continued to commence; Seven would come to Yoosung’s apartment and immediately hear Yoosung swearing and shouting. Even if things stayed the same for the most part, Yoosung noticed how touchy Seven became, but he never complained. In fact, he liked it very much.

Just say you won’t let go

“I need to get a glass of water, give me a minute,” Seven said, leaving Yoosung to feel the warmth leave him momentarily.

“Take care of yourself,” Saeran muttered and Jumin nodded in acknowledgement, going on his way to his office as Saeran can’t help but feel alone.

Zen continued exchanging texts with V until the latter said “I need to go to work. Goodbye for now,” leaving Zen to stare at his phone aching for just one more text.

Just say you won’t let go

I have been writing this for 6 hours and my body is aching. I have been slacking and there’s so much chores I needed to do in between kill me.

But yeah! I dedicate this to @cr-international-official @556e6b @prettynotfamous @photographingv @honeybuddalovah and @lololstar because they are total sweethearts and also “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur is stuck in my head right now. 

I hope this isn’t as crappy as I thought it is. I feel so sick right now but I just have to finish this.

Omfg I’m so embarrassed to post this while tagging them why am I doing this asdfghjkl

*UNEDITED*