#but he loves long-haired M!Gabe

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MY PARROT ICHABOD LOVES LANCELOT TOO LMAOOOOO I THINK HE REALLY JUST LOVES LONG-HAIRED MEN IN CHOICES

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Titles and Competition | Will Smith & Ryan Leonard

summary: when Ryan joins you guys it makes Will realise that he wants more from just his fuck buddy.

request: yes/no

warnings: p in v, oral (f & m receiving!), swearing, slight degradation.

word count: 3.07k

authors note: this was rushed but I really wanted to get it out before the weekend. also we all know the drill, welcome back to @fantillisdaylight has ideas that I write out!

Will knew he was going to make you pay for this dangerous game you seemed to enjoy playing.

You had been in these shorts that just went over the curve of your ass and Will’s favourite spaghetti strap top that you owned. All dressed up in a look that had Will ready to have you upstairs bent over his bed on all fours. But as you stood laughing at whatever it was that Ryan whispered into your ear it made Will clench his grip around his beer bottle as he glared at you two.

Ryan had his hand pressed against the wall behind you as you nodded at whatever nonsense he had to say “you good bro?” Drew furrowed his eyebrows not knowing if he truly wanted to know what was going on.

All Will could do was grumble in response “I’m fine.” The blonde rolled his eyes as he saw Gabe laugh at him.

The Canadian native had been the one who saw you leave his housemates room one too many times and now knew that there was only so long before you were going to admit that something was going on between you and Will “fuck off dude.” As Will got up to leave neither one of the boys failed to miss how his eyes never left yours.

Sure you were playing a game tonight, but you weren’t stupid. That look meant follow me or you would be coming for the rest of the month “I’ll be back.” You mumbled into Ryan’s ear pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before you followed Will up the stairs to his room.

The boys were hosting the party after the big win that the team had “there you are pretty girl.” Will was sat with his legs spread on his bed as he faced the door.

You couldn’t help but smile as the nickname had your stomach in knots “here I am.” You pressed the door softly as you shut it going to join the boy on his bed as he stopped you.

Will placed his hand up as he shook his head “you know that isn’t where you’re meant to sit.” He clicked his tongue as he motioned in fingers over to his lap.

It was a place you were used to sitting as he loved wrapping his arms around you but that was usually when you were riding him “enjoyed being such a naughty fucking girl tonight?” It was clear that he wasn’t impressed as his fingers harshly pulled you onto him when you took too long.

A whimper escaped your lips as your eyes went wide “you wanna answer me?” He added as he cocked his head as you shook yours.

Will smirked he tucked your hair behind your ear “liked the attention.” You confessed feeling your cheeks turn red.

The hockey player laughed as he nodded “you think that he could fuck you better than I can?” His vulgar words made your breath get caught in your throat as your thighs clenched around his leg.

Will was a great guy in bed, you would have never questioned that. But the fact that he was feeling jealous had you holding onto a whole new level of power “who knows?” You shrugged as you slept your amusement dance on your face.

Never was it a dull moment in bed with him and today was clearly going to show that “get out of these.” Will grumbled tapping at the waistband of your shorts.

You looked down to see how his hands fiddled with the button “I won’t ask again pretty girl.” Will warned as his voice oozed irritation as he swore you were doing this to get a reaction out of him.

Of course this was the day you were in his favourite pink panties that always seemed to take his breath away “wow.” He mumbled cupping your cheeks as he brought your lips down to his.

It was this hungry kiss that had you feeling sea sick as Will put up with fighting you for dominance as your tongues clashed “such a pretty girl.”within seconds Will had his fingers over your panties as he tore them apart with the thin lace fabric being no match for any kind of strength.

You gasped as you were back on his leg and he had a shit eating grin on his lips “liked that pair.” You frowned as it was very much so your favorite.

Will couldn’t help but smile as he peppered kisses along your jaw “you know I’ll buy you a new pair so don’t whine about it.” As his kisses grew heavier you couldn’t help but begin grinding your hips against his thigh as your eyes began to flutter.

The little bouts of air that pushed from your lips made him smirk “you wanna get yourself off like that?” Will asked as he let his hands go flat behind him as he propped his body up.

By that point it was too late for you to shake your head in complaint “want you Will.” He knew how much you enjoyed his fingers to start you off but tonight you weren’t getting that.

All he did was motion to you to start moving “make a mess on my thigh and then I’ll give you what you want.” Will smiled as he showed you that he was being serious “Will!” You complained letting your lips form a pout.

However it was clear he wasn’t interested as he simply motioned to you to hurry up and start “we don’t have all day doll.” The hockey player wasn’t going to budge.

You began to rock your hips back and forth as you tried to build up enough momentum to give yourself some pleasure whilst doing a shit enough job that made Will take over “nuh uh pretty girl.” Will could read you like an open book as he smiled beginning to help you.

Will had you locked in his grip as he took over “fuck Will.” You moaned resting your head on his shoulder as your body shook.

Will smirked as he kissed you “could have had my fingers tonight.” His words made you groan as you thought about how it “please.” You begged craving more from him.

But Will shook his head not wanting to make it that easy for you “nah pretty girl, you wanna go fuck Ryan and then get a reward from me?” Even saying his name made Will growl as he thought of how close you were with the boy.

It made it all much more straight forward to you that the blonde was clearly jealous “didn’t fuck him.” You shook your head and your eyes fluttered.

Will rolled his eyes as he slapped your thighs not enjoying your argument “don’t like to me pretty girl.” The blonde warned not taking kindly to your whines “‘m not!” You complained as you thrusted your hips back and forth desperate to come.

His hands grounded your hips making you almost fall over “you want to fuck him?” Will tan his fingers over your stomach as he growled.

Sure you two weren’t together but Will had grown comfortable with you “please let me come.” You begged as you shook your head wanting him to let his grip soften.

Will began to drive your hips himself “you wanted him don’t ya?” The hockey player taunted you as he let his teammate vividly sit in your mind “answer me when I ask you a question.” Your silence was finally no longer working as he flexed his thigh.

You chewed at your cheek as you gasped “wanna fuck Ry!” You blurted out letting your hand slap over your mouth as your eyes widened “that some fantasy of yours?” Will asked as he cocked his head.

All you could do was nod as you whimpered “words pretty girl, words.” He kissed your lips as you began to speed up your movements “you get all tired of me?” Will teased trying to calm his nerves as he thought about you wanting someone else.

What neither of you noticed was that Ryan was outside as he ended up listening to the conversation “I want you both.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your eyes began to flutter “god my little slut huh?” Will smirked as your lips began to quiver.

His favourite tell tale that you were close as you nodded “make me come please.” You begged letting your eyes screw shut as he nipped at the skin of your neck “thought you would want us both for you.” As Will said that the door swung open leaving you to gasp.

Ryan took the sight of you two as Will smirked locking eyes with his teammate “either get in or shut the door.” The blonde grumbled taking control of you “Ry!” You moaned as your hands wrapped around Wills shoulders.

It made the boy shut the door behind him “I’m here gorgeous.” Ryan smiled as he cupped your cheeks forcing you to look up at him before he kissed you.

You felt hot as his tongue swiped across your lower lip “fuck!” You whimpered as you hit your orgasm as your body writhed against Will “ain’t she a fucking beaut when she comes?” Will asked as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

Ryan nodded as he felt his cock grow hard in his shorts when you hid your face in Wills shoulder as you realised the soaked patch that had formed on his shorts “hey pretty girl remember you said you wanted him.” Will’s voice was soft as he ran his fingers through your hair.

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks grow warm “I do.” You nodded looking at Ryan who licked his lips “have me how you want me doll.” Both boys helped you off of Will and onto the bed next to him.

Their eyes practically pulled your shirt off as your thighs pressed together “you can get her mouth.” Will offered up as he knew he had to taste you.

The movements were quick as Ryan ended with his pants on the floor and you were straddling Wills face “this how you been thinking about it?” Ryan smiled as he rubbed his thumb along your jaw “wanted to taste you.” You whined as Will kissed your thigh “me too doll.” It seemed like clockwork as his lips latched onto your clit your mouth opened letting Ryan slot his cock between your lips.

You let out a breathy moan as you saw the two boys around you “is this what you wanted gorgeous?” Ryan smirked as his hands pulled your hair into a makeshift pony.

Your head nodded as you placed your hands landed on his thighs as you tried to steady yourself. This had truly been one of your biggest fantasies, since you got close to the two of them at the beginning of the season. As Ryan’s cock hit the back of your throat, Will slotted his tongue into your cunt.

Both boys grunted as they watched themselves use you “such a pretty girl.” Will mumbled sending shivers through your body.

You tried your hardest to not let your thighs crush the blondes head as you bobbed his teammates cock “think he complimented you doll.” Ryan let the pet names roll off of his tongue like it was nothing.

The room was sweaty as you swirled his cock on your tongue “uh.” Your words came out as a muffled noises “fuck I see why you keep her hidden.” Ryan groaned as he almost hunched over feeling your throat constrict over his cock.

Will’s smirk was something you felt from beneath him “my pretty girl.” The blonde cooed as he grazed his thumb over your clit.

Ryan let his grip soften on your hair as he moved his hand to your top “let me see your pretty fucking tits.” Your nipples hardened the moment that the air hit your breasts “you’ve got a little slut on your hands.” His condescending tone had you squirming as you nodded feeling his cock throb between your lips.

It was a hot moment between you both as you looked at him with batted eyelashes “you just want to come don’t you?” Ryan’s words made you whimper as tears formed in your waterline as his cock continued to hit your throat “such a cock hungry girl ain’t ya gorgeous?” His words began to push you over the edge as Will’s thumb settled on a steady pace.

You were left hollowing your cheeks as you wanted to get the boy off first but as his hand rolled your nipple between his fingers you couldn’t handle it anymore “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted letting your hand replace your mouth as you began pumping his dick bringing him to an orgasm as you rode yours out “open your mouth f’me.” Ryan tapped his cock on your mouth letting his sticky release shoot as the ropes coated your lips.

Ryan swore he was in the middle of a porn film as he watched you take your thumb as you collected his release before you potted it into your mouth “fuck you’re such a beaut.” As you smiled he leaned your lips groaning as the taste of him was evident on his tongue.

Will reminded you that he was there as he tapped your thigh “you feeling better now doll?” Ryan asked as he helped you sit on the side of the bed.

The blonde took the moment to kiss you as the sight of your second orgasm glistening on his chin “she’s still my cock hungry little slut.” Will corrected him as he gripped his fingers on your chin.

As small as the gesture might have been it reminded Ryan that you weren’t his and you weren’t up for the taking “should we give him what he wants tonight?” The blonde added as he didn’t look at his teammate even as he spoke about him.

You nodded as you smiled looking at Ryan “he is asking if I should let you fuck me.” Both boys got the chance to let their eyes go over to you “what do you think about that?” Ryan twirled your hair through his fingers as he waited to hear what it was what you were going to say.

Your eyes traveled between them both as you smiled “want your cock like that.” You nodded pressing a kiss to Wills temple as you had a feeling that you wouldn’t get the chance to sleep with Ryan again.

It warmed the blondes heart to know that you cared about him like that “you gonna let me take your mouth then pretty girl?” As much as Will might be jealous that he’s sharing you, you were still his girl and were gonna be treated like that.

Ryan and flipped you over as he had you on your knees “god this is a sight.” He groaned running his cock over your slit “she’s my perfect little girl.” Will smiled as he kissed your lips.

Watching you make out with him as your hands cupped his cheeks it had Ryan feeling neglected “fuck!” Ryan gritted his teeth as your cunt swallowed his cock.

Both of you were still sensitive from his first orgasm and your second and it meant that you knew you weren’t going to last long as he bottomed you out “you gonna squeeze his cock like you know how to?” Will cooed as you whimpered feeling the boy settle into a quicker pace.

The sounds of thrusts echoed through the room as Ryan let his hand move to your clit “treating me like she was made for me.” He looked over your head to Wills who only responded with a glare.

Will smirked as he brought his hands over your breasts where he began teasing your nipples “she knows she’s only for me though don’t you?” His question was only met with silence “don’t you pretty girl?” Will wasn’t one for acting messy but there wasn’t anything more in that moment that he wanted than to piss Ryan off.

You cried as you nodded “I’m yours Will.” You moaned only making the boy swear he was on cloud nine as Ryan hit a spot that was deep within your cunt.

Will missed seeing your face scrunch like that to his own cock as he made the mental note that he needed to fuck you the next morning so your cunt would remember his cock last “fuck I’m gonna come.” You announced as you let your head drop.

The boys smirked as they egged you on “just go ahead pretty girl.” Will mumbled tapping your cheek as he motioned to you to come “let me feel how tight your cunt is when you come.” Ryan ordered finally feeling his cock practically burst as you came.

Your body writhed in the spot as your legs shook it triggered his own orgasm “right there!” Ryan groaned as he let his eyes screw shut until he rode his orgasm out.

As Ryan slid his cock out of you he had to keep his hands on your sides to keep you from collapsing “hey there pretty girl.” Will sighed as he kissed your forehead trying to keep you from falling asleep.

Your lips formed a smile as you blinked at him “think you need a bath.” He added as you rested against his duvet “you can go.” The blonde did little to hide his current dislike for teammate in that moment.

Ryan couldn’t go to protest as you seemed to melt in Wills arms “see you later gorgeous.” Ryan got one last chance to kiss your lips before he got his clothes on and left.

You thought you were getting a bath but instead Will just pulled you into his arms “Will?” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you looked up at him.

He ended up staring right down at you as he smiled “like you a lot.” You mumbled letting out a sigh as you rested your head on his chest.

His hands ran through your hair as you two stayed there “think I’m in love with you.” But of course as the words left his lips it had turned out that you instead were sleeping as you had dozed off when the comfort of his warmth had you feeling like you were in a blanket.

[magicalbuttertarts]

2 for the Price of 1 (18+)

Dan Moloney x f/Reader x Gabe Kidd

NJPW Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Oral m receiving. Pussy DP. Cum eating. Mentions of oral f receiving.

Requested I believe from @hooks-martin

WC: 1025

This is the story that was on phone from my previous account, plentyoffandoms.

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"Dan, fuck." She moaned as I leisurely thrust in and out of her pussy.

Her cheek was against the mattress, her face turned and I could see how her eyes were half-closed, her mouth hanging open as little gasps and whines fell from her lips, which have already been wrapped around my cock, by evidence of my dried cum that was on her chin and chest.

"Should I go faster?" She nodded her head yes, but that just made me chuckle. I gripped her hair in my hand, and lifted her head for her to look at me.

"I don't think so. I'll keep going at this pace."

"What the fuck is going on?" The two of us looked at the person who entered my hotel room, Gabe.

"What does it look like mate?" His eyes were focused on her, as I sped up my thrusts just a bit, making her moan my name.

He cleared his throat, "I'll just leave and come back later." Gabe started to back up, but never taking his eyes off of the two of us.

I was going to open my mouth and ask him to stay, but she spoke before I could. "Don't go Gabe. Stay."

He looked hesitant, and if she wanted him to stay, who was I to say otherwise.

"Come on Gabe. She wants you to stay." I reached around her and pulled her back flushed against my chest, her arm reaching up to grab the back of my neck.

My hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Come on sweetheart, tell him again." I said before bitting her neck.

"Please, stay." She whined.

"Don't want to disappoint her, now do you Gabe?" I moaned his name at the end as she squeezed her walls around my cock.

He shook his head, while say no, but he still hasn't moved a muscle. Just his eyes wandering over her and I.

"Go and get him love." I pulled out of her pussy, laying back on the bed, my hand gripping my cock, ready to jerk it as she got off the bed, and walked towards him.

Gabe looked at her, his eyes wide until she kissed him. I couldn't help but smirk to myself as I knew he could taste me on her lips.

I watched the two of them makeout, his hands were wondering all over her naked body, and I could hear how much they were enjoying each other's company, but she pulled back.

"Come and join us, Gabe." She turned away from and crawled up the bed in between my thighs, and took my cock back in her mouth as she got on all fours.

I can only imagine what he was seeing as I have seen it time and time again.

Her pussy, wet and dripping. Her inner thighs wet, and her ass, oh her perfect ass just moving back and forth, trying to entice him. Maybe one day he will get to fuck her ass, but not today.

Gabe got undressed, and joined us on the bed, him behind her, his hands gripping her waist.

"No need to be gentle with her there mate. Our girl can take it. Can't you sweetheart?" I asked her, and I almost lost it at she nodded her head ecstatically.

It was like something broke in Gabe. One hard thrust, and he was completely inside of her, making her squeal around my cock, which made me thrust hard into her mouth, making her gag, but she quickly got over that.

"Now use the safe word, and tap my leg three times if you need too." Was all I told her, before gripping the back of her head, planting my feet and thrust up into her mouth, fucking her throat, as Gabe fucked her pussy.

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I lost track of time with how long the three of us have been going at it. She could hardly move as she was sandwiched between the two of us, our cocks nestled beside one another in her pussy.

Gabe was behind her, kissing her neck and shoulders muttering how well she was taking us both.

I was holding her legs wide as I thrust into her, watching her facial expressions. Her mouth was hanging open, and she was letting our little gasps, but she hasn't told us to stop. Not once.

"Come on baby, one more for me and Gabe yeah. Just one more and then you get to swallow our cum. I know that is what my girl wants." I groaned, as I fucked her harder.

Gabe was thrusting up into her pussy as best as he could. His face soaked with her juices as he ate her, him and I taking turns.

Gabe was whispering in her ear, as I started to play with her clit. With a cry of our names, she came, hard. Her body was shaking as we fucked her through her orgasm.

I was already on the edge, I pulled out and stood up as best as I could on the bed, holding her back the back of the head as she opened her mouth.

I placed my cock on her tongue and watched as my cum filled her mouth, and dribble out of the corners down her chin.

I heard Gabe swear to himself, and pulled out of her pussy, me quickly moving her around as swallowed my cum.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock just as he shouted her name, her mouth filling with his cum as she quickly swallowed what she could.

Gabe collapsed against the mattress, and I did too with her between us.

"I need a nap." She said.

"Mmm, I think we all do." I said.

Gabe just smiled and was about to get up until she placed her hand on his arm.

"Stay, take a nap, and we can go again."

"You sure?" He looked between the two of us.

"I'm good with it, and she is as we can see." I said to him.

Gabe laid back down, the three of us going for a long deserved nap.

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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 3

Third Person P.O.V

                          (Y/n) was gently shaken awake by her aunt as they arrived at the apartment complex that she and her mother lived in next to Sally and Percy. 

"Thanks for the ride, auntie..." (Y/n) said with a sad and tired voice.

Her aunt gave her a sympathetic look, "no problem,honey, take care..." She gave her niece a smile before driving off.

(Y/n) hated the looks of pity she had gotten from people.

But when you get kicked out of almost every school and your dad is absent people tend to feel bad for her.     

                          (Y/n) used the key under the mat and walked into the simple two bedroom apartment and smiled. 

She was happy to be home and away from that horrible school. 

She decided to wait for mother on the fire escape.

Her mother was a nurse at the hospital and often worked long shifts.

 Not that (Y/n) blamed her, her mother worked hard for her which she admired.                               

   Stepping onto the fire escape, (Y/n) let out a happy sigh as the sun kissed her face.

Even as a kid the sun always seemed to hit her in a beautiful way. 

It was never too hot and she had never gotten a sunburn in her life.

 "(Y/n)?" A soft voice called out.

(Y/n) quickly looked up and smiled running over, "mom!" she hugged her quickly.

 (M/n) smiled at her daughter, "oh honey, I missed you too," she hugged back. 

(Y/n) basked in this lovable moment with her mom, she loved her mother with a burning passion and her mother loved her back the same way.             

                  "Oh, honey," (M/n) cooed, stroking her daughter's hair with a smile, "you've grown so much since Christmas break." 

(Y/n) felt warmth in her heart at her mom's words, they sat on the couch with some cookies as she told her mom about her time at Yancy but stopping at the story of the field trip. 

"(Y/n)...Did something scare you and Percy?" (M/n) asked with worry in her eyes which was the last thing (Y/n) wanted to see in her mom's eyes. 

"No mom, we're fine, I promise," (Y/n) reassured her.

(M/n) pursed her lips, she knew (Y/n) was holding back, but she didn't push me.             

           "I have a surprise for you," (M/n) said, "we are going to the beach with Sally and Percy for three days in the cabin at Montauk." 

(Y/n)'s eyes widened she would play with Percy on that beach when they were 5-years-old.

"When are we going?" (Y/n) asked with excitement. 

"Once Sally and Percy come and get us, so go pack quick!" (M/n) said, (Y/n) running off quickly to pack.       

                     After an hour (M/n) got a text from Sally that they were ready for us to come down to the car. 

On the way down they passed Smelly Gabe and (Y/n) scrunched my nose as he past, he smelt like a dead cat and trash mixed. 

We put the luggage in the back and got in the car.

"Hi, (Y/n)," Sally greeted with her motherly voice.

"Hi, Sally," (Y/n) smiled before they took off.                   

       Percy and (Y/n) played a bunch of card games on the way up to Montauk while their mothers talked to each other on the way. 

Getting to the cabin, they unpacked before doing anything crazy.

When it got dark they made a fire and roasted hot dogs and marshmellows and they we're having a great time before Percy and his Mom had a talk about his father.

 "Are you guys sending us another boarding school?" (Y/n) asked with worry.

Sally and (M/n) both looked at each other and had worried looks.         

                "We don't know guys, we'll have to figure out something," (M/n) answered for Percy and (Y/n) with a look of sympathy.

 "Because you don't want us around?..." Percy asked hesitantly.

"Oh, kids, no, we-we have to, for your own goods," Sally said quickly.

 "Because we're not normal?" (Y/n) spoke up.                 

         "You say that like it's a bad thing, (Y/n), but you don't understand how important you two are, we thought Yancy Academy was far enough for you guys to be safe," Sally told them as (M/n) nodded in agreement.

 "Safe from what?" The 12-year-old girl asked, just getting more and more confused by the minute.

 "There seems to be one place we could send you, both of your fathers wanted you two to go there," (M/n) said sadly. 

"Our dads wanted to send us to a special school?" Percy asked.

"Not a school," Sally corrected," a summer camp."              

               (Y/n)'s head as spinning, why would her and Percy's dad-who hadn't stayed for even a month after they both we're born, since they both had the same birthday- talk to our moms about a summer camp? 

"I'm sorry kids," Sally said, seeing the looks in their eyes.

They decided to end the conversation there but (Y/n) and Percy weren't satisfied.                           

 That night, (Y/n) woke up with a start. Outside, it was really storming, the kind of storm that cracked branches and blows down houses. 

With the next crack of thunder, Percy, Sally, and (M/n) woke up, sitting up, "hurricane," Sally whispered.

 Over the roar of the wind, they heard a distant bellow, an angry tortured sound.

A desperate voice-someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door.   

                          Sally and (M/n) sprang out of bed quickly and opened the door to reveal Grover, "searching all night," he gasped, "what were you thinking?" 

The kids mothers looked shaken, 'Kids, what happened at school? What didn't you tell us?" (M/n) asked sternly. 

Percy and (Y/n) were frozen looking at Grover, not understanding what they were seeing.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" He yelled. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"

The two kids were in too much shock to answer. 

"Kids, tell us, now," Sally said in a stern tone the kids never heard before.

Percy stammered out the story about Mrs.Dodds causing Sally and (M/n)'s faces to harden.          

                    "Get in the car, all of you go!" Grover ran to the car but he wasn't running he was trotting. 

Because he didn't have feet, he had cloven hooves.

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[𝟶𝟷]  ___  𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂

Name(s): Madelyn Joy Crawford

Nickname(s): Maddie, Mads, Lynnie

Age: 21

Birthday: December 29, 2002

Birthplace: St. Paul, Minnesota

Allergies: pineapple, clams, and grass

Conditions/Illnesses: ADHD

Occupation: Therapist (soon)

Education: BSc of Psychology, plans to take a Master's degree

Current Residence: Ann Arbor, Michigan

Hobbies: Reading, playing guitar, playing basketball, hiking, gardening

Pets: Luna - golden retriever/lab cross, Perry - the cat

Sports: plays intramural basketball at UMich, was a competitive dancer her whole life

[𝟶𝟸]  ___  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴

Height: 5'6

Eye Colour: Brown/Hazel

Hair Colour: Red

Birthmarks: None, just a lot of freckles

Scars: One just above her knee from when her and Michael were playing at their grandparents' and she caught her leg on a tree branch

Tattoos: has '04 '02 '72 '74 on the back of her arm, a paper airplane on the inside of her wrist, and a bouquet on her ribs

Style: Wide-leg jeans, oversized crewnecks, gold jewelry, cute crop tops, leggings and big t-shirts, loves her converse and white Nikes

Piercings/Accessories: has a M initial necklace that she got for her 14th birthday, always has plenty of rings on

[𝟶𝟹]  ___  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈

Introvert or Extrovert: a mix of both. She loves people and being social and is definitely a social butterfly, she likes her time alone too

Mood/Temper: usually Maddie is pretty chill and goes with the flow, but she is feisty and is outgoing and adventurous

Dreams/Goals: She wants to be a therapist to help people work through mental health struggles after having a hard time with their own. She also wants to travel to 50 countries. Maddie is independent but loves to have a partner in crime, and has always wanted a family

Strengths: reading people, lightening the mood, getting the party going

Weaknesses: saying no, always putting herself last

Quirks: tells dad jokes when she's uncomfortable, has a tendency to pull an Irish good-bye, always points her toes when she jumps

Habits: tying her left shoe first, tap-dancing in place while waiting in line, losing her Chapstick

Fears: snakes, cockroaches

[𝟶𝟺]  ___  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 & 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂

Likes: burritos, butterflies, fluffy socks, sleeping, rock music, thrifted jackets, northern lights

Dislikes: bananas, waterslides, monkeys, mismatched socks, mornings, rollercoasters

[𝟶𝟻] ___ 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲

[𝟶𝟼] ___ 𝙵𝚄𝙽 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝚃𝚂

[𝟶𝟽] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚂

Food: sushi

Music: pop. rock.

Songs: Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks. Angeleyes by ABBA. Rockstar by Nickelback. Shine by Collective Soul.

Movies: The Breakfast Club. Knives Out. Dirty Dancing.

Shows: Suits. Scandal. The Crown.

Colour: yellow

Place: Portland, Oregon

[𝟶𝟾] ___ 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝚈 & 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿𝚂

Family: Maddie is the oldest of two and has always gotten along with her little brother

Mom: Mona Crawford (nee Jones), b. july 18, 1974

Dad: Michael Crawford, b. october 18, 1972

Sibling(s):

➪ Mason Crawford: b. April 2, 2004. single. two years into a physics undergrad at University of Minnesota.

Relationship Status: taken. Luca Fantilli (december 2024)

Past Relationships: Maddie has had three other relationships

➪ Gabe: (october 2018 - march 2020) he was Maddie's high school boyfriend. they were the IT couple, he was on the football team and she was on the basketball team. they eventually grew out of the relationship.

➪ Chris: (january 2022 - april 2022) he was a fun, light relationship. they met at a party and hit it off. he was a business major who transferred to UCLA and neither wanted to commit to long distance. it was a painless end.

➪ Max: (october 2022 - march 2024) he was a solid boyfriend. he is a law student. they clicked over mutual interests and it was the most fulfilling Maddie has had. until she got "hey girl'd" by a girl who shared a class with Max. needless to say both of them dumped him and now they are close friends.

[the-void-writes]

FOP - Where Family Begins and Ends - Part 5 (End)

Just a note: Jason calls a lot of people "love," both platonically and romantically. He comes from a British family, so he picked up the habit from his mother and never seemed to drop it. If that makes people uncomfortable, I'm more than willing to change it.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Will’s watch buzzed with an incoming message as soon as he set his coat down on the chair by the door. Jason sighed and collapsed onto the longest side of the couch, rubbing his hands over his eyes.

“If someone is seriously asking for us, tell them we’re recovering from our boss’ incompetence.”

Will opened the message and smiled. “It’s Henry, he’s asking if we’re back yet.”

“Physically, yes. Mentally, I’m in the pothole by the diner.”

The boy snickered and sent back a message:

“We just got home. It’s been a long day, and I think Jason’s had enough. Are you still working?”

The response was almost immediate:

“Not anymore. One prescription of Henry, coming up.”

Will grinned and left his watch on the table. “He’s on his way.”

“Thank you, love.”

Jason stretched his arm out, and Will fell comfortably into the seat next to him. He was quiet for a while, just like in the car.

“Are you okay?” Will asked.

“I’m sorry…” His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry our life is like this. I would have done so much more for you, if we weren’t stuck here.”

Will rested his head against his shoulder. “Like what?”

Jason uncovered his eyes and smiled softly. “I would have bought us all a cabin, on a lake or by the sea. Somewhere remote, where seals and otters and crabs show up all the time. We could go kayaking and hiking… I could have taken you to the mountains, instead of that sick, arrogant bastard.”

His voice cracked. Will hugged him as tightly as he could, listening to his heart beating softly in his chest, as he had when he was a young boy. Jason hugged him back, staring off into space.

“I wasted so many hours on Gabe, and it kills me that I needed him for so long.”

“You were stuck with parents who didn’t want to accept you, and he was the only person around.” Will stared at his hands. “I should be sorry that we couldn’t get to you first.”

Jason stared down at him. “Hey, no. This isn’t your fault. I would never blame you for our situation, do you hear me?”

“But we could have saved you from being a part of all this, if I had just met you sooner.”

“It wasn’t your responsibility. You had so much to deal with already, I never would have expected you to try and save me.” He smiled. “Even then, you’ve saved me far more than you could ever know. You and Henry and the kids, you’re the only reason I’m still living.”

Tears stung Will’s eyes as he hid his face in the fabric of his godfather’s sweater. Jason laughed to himself.

“I told you, ten times the man Vesely wishes to be.”

Will hugged him once more. “I wouldn’t be here without you, either. I’m glad you’re with us, Jace.”

“And I, you.” Jason pressed a kiss to his temple, keeping it there for a long while. “I never want you to forget how much I love you, okay? You’re worth more to me than my own life.”

“Don’t say that. Your life is worth everything. Please, stay alive for me.”

Jason’s shoulders relaxed against the cushion. “I will, dear. I swear to you.”

The apartment door slid open, and Henry stepped inside carefully. His big, bushy smile lit up the whole room.

“There they are, the triumphant heroes!” He hugged them both over the side of the couch. “You survived your day with that old devil and his family. How do you feel?”

Jason and Will let out a simultaneous “ehhhh” of fatigue. Henry laughed and messed up their hair.

“Can I get you anything?”

“Yes,” Jason said, “you can get your ass over here so I can kiss you.”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

Will quickly scooted aside as Henry ran and dove to where Jason was laying. They giggled and kissed each other for a good long while, until Jason held Henry’s face in his hands.

“Henry?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for falling in love with me.”

Henry grinned. “Thank you for reciprocating, you beautiful man.”

Will rose from the couch. “Okay, you guys are starting to get sappy.”

Jason laughed. “You hear that, love? We’re embarrassing our son.”

“Oh, already? I haven’t even started singing to you.”

Will rolled his eyes and pretended to be busy in the kitchen while his godparents continued to joke around. He may have called it embarrassing, but deep down, Will couldn’t have been more grateful for it. After seeing Vesely’s family, how misguided and miserable they were to each other, Will was immensely happy with his mismatched family. The three of them came from different places, but their broken pieces fit each other perfectly. They belonged together, and Will wouldn’t trade that for any wealth or power in the whole world. For the first time in years, he was finally home.

[aria-ashryver]

Moving Day

Book: Immortal Desires

Pairing: m!Cas x m!Gabe x nb!MC (Luca O'Rinn)

Ratings/Warnings: Mature - swearing, brief mentions of/references to: biphobia, domestic violence, and homelessness

Words: 1.5K

Summary: As Gabriel and Luca help Cas pack up his apartment in preparation to move out, Cas reflects on the person he became there, the people he loves, and how he feels about his identity as a bisexual man.

A/N: So, I've been far too sick to write much at all lately, so I didn't think I'd get a chance to write something specifically for Bisexual Awareness Week. But as things turned out, the next installment of "Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold" has a Cas POV scene where he is reflecting on what it means to him to be bisexual and how grateful he is to have Gabe and Luca in his life. So I thought I'd share this excerpt here as a standalone fic! (It can be read as such without needing to read the full longfic, or the full Chapter 36) 💜

Happy Bisexual Awareness Week lovelies! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

@choicesficwriterscreations

Cas had always hated rain.

Before, when he was still a kid, it’d mean his father had withdrawn to the house, shooed inside by the weather. The drizzle clung to him, an extra layer of irritability slicked on top of an already volatile man. Like a mist of motor oil and gunpowder.

Later, it had meant nights with little sleep, hunched in doorways, or park benches, or, when he was lucky, the cramped space between the men’s shoe store and the thrift shop on 48th. It meant waking with wet shoes and fever sinking into his underfed bones.

Now? Gabriel and Luca warming his apartment with their light and laughter? The rain outside was almost comforting. Homely.

He’d never really thought of himself as being particularly attached to his apartment, but seeing it as it was now, plucked apart around him and gently dismantled by loving hands, Cas saw the echoes of himself spelled out over the years.

The broken, old skateboard he’d bought second-hand when he’d first started going to Crimson Beech High. He'd nearly run Margo over doing kick-flips in the parking lot. She’d shoved him off and snapped it clean in two without ever breaking eye contact, and right then, Cas had known they’d become great friends.

The box of illegal fireworks he’d bought with Rory that one 4th of July weekend. The prick had chased him with a Roman candle, shooting shell after crackling shell of brightly coloured explosion at his ass, cackling like a maniac all the while. Cas had ducked and weaved and laughed his ass off, the vampirism freshly-settled in his cells giving him speed enough to avoid each searing, galaxy burst. The lights had danced against the water over Montworth Bridge; Cas watched on through eyes of silver, knowing he had never seen fireworks even half as beautiful before.

There was a compact of metallic eyeshadow —the first he’d ever bought— far from striking range of his father’s fists and curious about his hitherto quiet and unexplored bisexuality. Nicole Morelli, of all fucking people, had lounged with him in one of the Nexus common rooms and taught him to do a flawless cut-crease.

Cas’s venture into living in an apartment of his own, a place he could fill with stuff of his own, it was an open floor to find out more about himself. Sure, he’d lived in the Nexus in the years immediately after his turning, and he’d gone to ground for a while to let his old self truly die, but he hadn’t ceased to be a Venandi in all the time he’d slept.

The Venandi weekly stipend kept on rolling in. Astoria might be a hard ass at times, but she took damn good care of her kids. Even though he was still leery of relying too heavily on it —old habits die hard and all that— Cas had woken from his years-long slumber to find himself in possession of a damn healthy savings account.

So, he’d done what any young man thrust into sudden means would do, and bought a truly shitty car and paid his first months’ rent for his very own apartment.

Hair band posters. Glam rock and punk on blast. Hot pink eyeliner and fresh piercings that healed as he watched and his first pair of Docs with chains that rattled around his ankles with every swaggering step. Buckles, straps, hardware on every last scrap of clothing he could thrift. Patches and badges and eclectic pieces of fashion like that denim jacket New Kid had creamed their pants over. There was a time before Cas settled on his current aesthetic where his outfits all but screamed his sexuality with a stolen megaphone.

Once, he’d wondered what his old man would say if he could have seen him. He’d promptly decided he didn’t give a shit.

It didn’t matter that his old man didn’t get it. He hated Cas enough already, what did it matter if his son wasn’t straight on top of everything else? Honestly, Cas thought his father would have had less disdain if he’d just come out as gay instead of bi. It seemed to have pissed him off more that his kid was “halfway normal”.

As if Cas had had a girlfriend when he was fourteen, but when they broke up, he just up and decided he liked guys as well.

“Just because”.

Like he’d had a chance to be a “real man”, but he’d up and ruined it by liking guys, too. Because he wanted to act out, be a freak, piss off his old man on purpose.

Cas threw a shirt into a duffel bag with a snarl. Honestly, if his sexuality had been a choice, Cas would have chosen to be bi anyway, for that exact reason. Fucking prick.

He’d gone to Pride for the first time with Val one year, their cheekbones smeared with bi flag glitter, the bomber jacket he wore splattered with vibrant pinks and purples and blues. In the negative space on the back, it bore a giant middle finger.

That was how Cas felt about his bisexuality, sometimes.

He wore it loud, he wore it unapologetic… he wore it shirtless beneath his jacket, save for a harness biting tight across his pecs, and damn but it looked good on him.

He’d hooked up with a guy for the first time, that night. A mutual friend of Val and Remus on coven exchange from Morocco, who he’d gotten to know over shots and several hours grinding at some oversaturated neon club he’d long since forgotten the name of.

Cas swore he was still getting glitter out of his pubes a full year later.

…Totally worth it, though.

Eventually he pulled back from the sheer amount of colour in his wardrobe — it was easier to thrift edgier, streetwear fits in monochrome palettes, and besides, dyeing his hair scratched that particular itch. Now, if he wanted to to wear his sexuality so loud the homophobes choked, he had two fucking flawless boyfriends he could make out with in the middle of the street downtown.

‘What’s got you smirking?’ Luca asked, aiming a kick at his shins as he wandered past to grab the packing tape.

‘Oh, you know.’ Cas shrugged, batting him back with a feral grin. Luca squared up, laughing, bouncing on the balls of his feet. ‘Just thinking about sticking my tongue down your throat.’

‘Do it, coward.’

Luca launched a jab at Cas’s stomach. Cas let it connect, mostly because the butterfly-soft punches Luca threw when they didn’t have vampire blood in their system made him laugh, they were so fucking light. Cas juked to the left, grabbing Luca by the shoulder to tug them into a grapple, the line of their spine warm and fluid against his chest.

‘Keep talking shit and I might!’ Leaning down, Cas grazed his teeth along Luca's neck, nipping sharply, before he pulled them into a kiss.

He loved feeling his boyfriends smile when he kissed them, Cas thought, a satisfied growl warming the back of his throat. It made him want to burn down the world, just to keep them warm.

Cas’s apartment had been a place for him to just be, to become. Choi Taeyong was shoved aside and buried, surfacing only when the nightmares clutched him by the throat and he woke in a cold sweat, thrashing and tangled in his sheets as phantom, uncaring hands wrote the echo of bruises into his skin.

It hadn’t necessarily been a place of healing, Cas supposed, hauling a stack of towels from the storage closet to pad around a framed wall print of a Harley Davidson Gabriel was taking down from the wall. But it had been a place of refuge for him to get to know himself as an adult, with all his scars. Every facet of his identity. A place to find a version of himself he liked.

Gabriel groaned as he eyed the next art piece on the wall. He tugged it down, turning it over in his hands so Cas could read the words on the front of the warped metal.

“Evidence Locker”.

‘Tell me you didn’t steal this from the Sheriff’s Office,’ Gabriel said.

Cas grinned. ‘Alright. “I didn’t steal that from the Sheriff’s Office”.’

‘You’re supposed to tell the truth, not just regurgitate what I say!’

Cas dodged the sign as Gabriel lobbed it at him in exasperation, reaching for him and pulling him into a hug, just because he could.

‘Don’t think you can charm your way out of this,’ Gabriel chided, winding his arms around his waist.

‘I always do,’ Cas said, and bent his head to kiss him. Laughter, sunny and gold, burst against his lips.

Gabriel hummed happily. ‘What was that for?’ he asked. His tone might have been accusing, but Gabriel couldn't keep the smile from his face.

‘Mmm, advance payment for vacuuming later,’ Cas teased, and meant “because I love you”.

‘Menace.’ Chuckling, Gabriel tossed the sign into the trash pile.

Healing would come, Cas knew. And with Gabriel and Luca in his life, especially? He didn’t stand a chance of keeping the fractures in his soul locked up in the dark. Those two motherfuckers poured goodness into everything they touched, made them shine with love.

He’d be no different.

[enter-the-phantom]

As long as I'm experiencing next-level Gabriel brain rot I'm gonna post trash

Some good ol' fashioned narrative Gabe angst under the cut

I think when Gabriel dies, he dies in Abby's arms. Probably taking a blow meant for them, because even though he’s always three steps ahead, he’d throw it all away for them, and he’d do it without hesitation.

It's slow, and it's painful, and he can’t believe this is how it all ends—but he's okay because he's being held by his human. They’re okay and they’re safe. And he gets to look into their eyes one last time and finally tell his last and worst secret.

He knows that Castiel is standing right there, and he's okay with that, because he knows it means that Abby is going to be okay without him, that he can give his duty to Cas. And maybe Cas won't do it with quite the level of insane over-determination that he did, but it's good enough. After all, his human can take care of themself. So it's okay if Castiel overhears, because Abby's already made their choice, even if they never realised it. And it’s okay that they didn’t choose him. He’d still do it all over again, again and again, because he was never one to follow convention.

"Wildcat..."

"It's okay, Gabriel. I'm here. I’m right here.”

"...do you want to know...when I first knew?"

And Abby knows that this the last time he will ever surprise them, and they don’t want him to because if it starts, it has to end. And they don’t want him to end. But if there’s one thing they know, it’s that they can’t stop Gabriel from doing anything—even dying. So they don’t have a choice but to get swept along. Just like always.

“…knew what?"

"...knew that I was...in love with you."

And the surprise is gone as soon as they feel it, because it strikes them suddenly that they've always known. And that maybe, somewhere, at some point along the way, they fell in love with him, too. That they’ve always loved this beautiful, insane, impossible creature and they can’t imagine a world without him.

They're stroking his hair back and cradling him and trying to hold it together for him, because a guardian angel's last moments shouldn't be spent watching their human in pain.

"...it was when you h-held that stake to my heart and...told me that you c-couldn't let me go...as much as you wanted to."

His eyes still have that mischievous spark that is so uniquely him, and suddenly they're back in that auditorium, a demigod at their mercy, their arm burning and their spirit reaching for his. And Gabriel remembers the exact moment he saw them for them, and the way this mysterious little human made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t for centuries.

"You…saw me. You w-wanted to understand me. No one h-had ever…” The blood is coming too fast now and there’s nothing they can do but twine his trembling fingers with their own as he struggles to find the words through the pain and the darkness.

“Shhh. I know. It’s okay.”

“From that m-moment…I knew…I knew th-that…that you’d be the end of me.”

They squeeze their eyes shut so they don’t have to see the scarlet running down his mouth as he laughs for the last time.

“…and…ha…it w-was an honor to be c-correct.”

They can feel him draining away, over their hands and into their heart, can feel the last of the beautiful spark that was their Gabriel as he uses the last of his strength to press his failing body closer to theirs, the knowledge that they are alive and that their heart will continue to beat, even if not for him, giving him the last few breaths he needs.

“I was always yours, little hunter.” His golden eyes are still so bright. “My l-life…was always yours.”

And when Gabriel dies, it’s with a smile, the same smile that had greeted them so many times, that had filled them with warmth and fear and madness and love. And in their arms, despite the blood and the dirt and the pain, he doesn’t look broken anymore. He looks peaceful. He looks happy.

The shattered archangel finally looks complete.

[choices-binglebonkus]

Who is Ichabod?

[noahsinclaxr]

THE EMPEROR

The Emperor signifies the husband who is constant and trustworthy. He is confident, in control of his emotions, and an example of masculine energy. He is the paternal figure who brings structure and security, creates rules and systems, and conveys knowledge.

STATISTICS

BIRTH NAME :  Noah Gabriel Sinclair ALIAS : Gabe (By Nora), Bobo (By Haven) AGE : 42 DATE  OF  BIRTH : June 13th, 1981 RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married to Nora Sinclair HOMETOWN : Boston, Massachusetts, USA TIME IN KISMET HARBOR : Since September 2019 RESIDENCE : cresthill meadows FACECLAIM : Chris Evans

trigger warning: Injury, war, death

EDUCATION : High school, U.S. Marines , Fire Academy OCCUPATION : Stay at home dad, Retired firefighter, Retired U.S. Marines GENDER : Cis-Male PRONOUNS : He/Him SEXUALITY : Bisexual

HAIR COLOR : Dark blonde / Brown EYE  COLOR : Blue HEIGHT : 6'0'' BUILD : Athletic ACCENT : Boston LANGUAGES : English, Basic German TATTOOS : Buddhist quote on his chest (left). a sunset on his left bicep. Roman numerals for the birth dates of Nicholas and Ines on his right wrist. A moon that represents his brother Johnny, and two stars, one that represent each of his other siblings. Lastly a tattoo of a Taurus on his right shoulder (Zodiac)

ZODIAC : Taurus LOVE LANGUAGE : Words of affirmation, Physical touch CLOTHING : Tailored pants with a blouse. Cardigan/sweater in winter and loafers. CURRENT HAIR STYLE + BEARD: ( x ) CONDITIONS : PTSD ALLERGIES : None EATING HABITS : Eats a variety of fruit every day, snacks before bed, Has a protein shake for breakfast. EXERCISE HABITS : Runs every evening. SLEEPING HABITS : Light sleeper, often wakes up during the night. Usually sleeps for 2 or 3 hours, does something in the house to keep himself busy and then try to sleep 2 or 3 hours more.

ADDICTIONS : His wife. DRUG  USE : Weed when his PTSD gets too bad he can't sleep. ALCOHOL USE : Moderate, a beer every now and then.

POSITIVE  TRAITS : Fun loving, protective, analytical NEGATIVE TRAITS: Private, stubborn, anxious. PHOBIAS : None FEARS : Loss of sight, horses and flying. HOBBIES : Painting, sculpting figurines, anything ww2 related (novels, tv, etc.), playing piano. HABITS : Fold his arms behind his back when talking to someone, chest grab when laughing, runs when tense, sways to music without realising, Churchill quotes. USUAL TEMPERAMENT : Calm

FATHER : Nicholas Sinclair BIOLOGICAL FATHER: Nicholas Sinclair MOTHER : Marie Sinclair SIBLINGS : Mallory Sinclair, Haven Sinclair, Johnny Sinclair † PARTNER: Nora Sinclair (m. 2019) CHILDREN :  Nicholas Bobby Bowen Sinclair † (b. 2015), Ines Haven Constance Sinclair (b. 2023) PETS : Daisy, Belgian Malinois.

BIOGRAPHY

trigger warning: injury, war, death.

Noah was born on a rainy evening, welcomed by the loving arms of his parents: Nicholas and Marie Sinclair. The pair had been married for a mere month when they welcomed their son who at a later age would learn that Nicholas wasn't his father by blood. It was strange knowledge to have a process, but it changed little, for Nicholas had always been there for his children, and treated Noah the same as the children he would later father with Marie. Noah never went out of his way to search out his biological father either, never having had the urge to know where he came from.

Noah's childhood was great, for as long as it lasted. Growing up in Boston, he always had something to do with his time. He was a choir kid until the age of fifteen, dropping out for reasons unknown but never stopped going to church on Sundays. Noah also played baseball since junior high and started basketball after dropping out of the choir. It was through the sport teams that he grew closer with Connor Bowen, who was quickly to become his best friend.

Through his school years, he had always been seen as one of the brighter students. Straight A's and following an advanced biology and science program. Noah had always shown interest in becoming a doctor or a surgeon and had his life plan mapped out for the most of his school years. He was going to go to Stanford and get a scholarship to do it through baseball. Noah had to grow up quickly however when his baby brother Johnny got sick. He always had been, then it would go better and then they'd be at square one ago. But this one time it felt different. His parents were away more often with Johnny, often times where his father would come back without his mother and Johnny, stay the night and return with a bag of fresh clothing.

It came to Noah and Mallory to run the household. Making sure the chores were done and Haven was taken care of. Neither objected, neither complained. Noah also made sure Mallory got to go to her friends and have fun, as long as she checked in with him ever so often so he'd know she was okay. He stayed home for Haven. His grades lowered to B's and the occasional C here and there, he was too tired to be at the top of his game with baseball or basketball and the scholar ship was a dream at that point. He was seventeen when Johnny passed and everything changed. He dropped out of the teams and focused on getting his grades up.

His parents were surprised when Noah announced he wasn't going to apply for universities and after a sit down with the both of them, as they had been concerned their absence and the medical bills had led him to the decision, he reassured them that it was not. He had simply been inspired by his best friend's father to enlist for the U.S. marines instead and felt like it was the best path for him.

And it was. It opened up a whole new world for him where he felt like he belonged. He enlisted with Connor, yet stayed even when Connor left. He became a dog handler, learning he has an affinity in handling the canines with a deft hand. 'Alpha behaviour' as his T.O. would call it. The marines became his focus, which also failed Noah to maintain a serious relationship as none lasted longer than three months at most. He was certain that if he ever met the one, he would know. It just took him for a wild surprise when it did eventually present itself. He was invited along for a winter ski holiday with Connor and his family when he stayed behind at the lodge with Connor's sister: Nora. He had known her for years yet it took one deep one on one conversation with her for the flutters to start, and a kiss to ignite the storm that was to rage in his chest for years after.

They decided to keep it quiet for a while until they were certain what was happening and what they were to each other. Going on dates, secret weekend getaways and many texts sent to each other when he was on base until they realised that they were in for it for the long haul and broke the news to her family, who welcomed the relationship, even Connor, even if it was quite literally an re-enactment of Ross Gellar.

Theirs was the first relationship in his life that passed the three month period. Years later and he was still just as mad about her as he was when they first started dating. It didn't dwindle when they lost their son, whose loss Nora had kept a secret when he was deployed so he wouldn't be distracted. Returning home without seeing his girlfriend in her third trimester had certainly been a wake-up call and he spent as much time with her in the time that followed after so they could finally heal together.

Noah asked Nora to marry him in the winter of 2018, a month before his next deployment. They were going to get married in the first quarter of 2020, settle down, start a family, be happy. Their future had nearly ended before it started when Noah got injured while on a convoy, losing all but two of his fellow soldiers, nearly having lost his own as he coded a total amount of three times in between when it happened and when he received treatment in the USA. He'd lost a whole week while in a medically induced coma, and spent a whole week after said coma where Noah wasn't able to see. He was preparing himself to a life where he would be blind and though offered his fiancee an out, she decided to stay. Luckily, once the swelling had gone down enough, he regained his sight. After a whole month, he was released.

Deciding their marriage couldn't wait, Noah and Nora got married during a small and intimate wedding in Croatia with their loved ones and moved from their Boston apartment to Kismet Harbor, where both their siblings coincidentally had taken up residence. Noah got to managing his PTSD and physical therapy by that time that he once more, joined Connor and trained at the firefighter academy and joined the Kismet Harbor fire department.

Kismet Harbor had become a beacon to Noah. It became the place where Noah and Nora welcomed their first daughter, Ines and where he found his village of people. For his family, Noah realised he had to get to terms with what had happened to him in the marines and wanted to close his experience there with a positive ending rather than one ending in pain and misery. He accepted a training position at an allied base in Austria for a six month program, knowing that when he'd return he would have changed in life for the better, even if those six months would feel more like six years. Returning to Kismet Harbor as a stay at home father left Noah feeling more relaxed, more at ease, and he faces the future with a new sense of joy in life.

[ntzsche9]

A Fallout 3 Fic and backstory for Dave & Gabe from Bad Blood

Warnings: drug use, referenced sexual content, unrequited love (but not really), self-hating queer with a dash of religious trauma, m/m

Gabe doesn't know what he's still doing here. Dave is a delusional vault-boy, a wannabe wasteland saint, and he sure as shit isn't the lone wanderer. He would be dead a hundred times if it weren't for Gabe. After chasing him across the wasteland, they finally find his dad in some sort of stasis pod, and Dave didn't give a thought about Gabe before he hopped in one, too. Gabe is finally free to just walk the fuck away. He should walk the fuck away. Why is it so fucking hard to just walk the fuck away?

Gabe pressed his forehead against the murky glass, looking up at the old man seated in the pod. He just sat there, unnaturally still, unblinking. Just like the rest of them.

The glass fogged from his nose, and he tilted his head to see around it. The man was classically handsome, and clean in a way that made him seem fake. He looked like some sort of realistic mannequin, staring blankly at a small monitor Gabe couldn't really see except the lights and shadows that played across his face. He wondered if Dave would look like this, if he ever reached old age. They were undeniably related. Same aquiline nose, same thick brows and dark blue eyes, minus the glasses. There wasn't a chance that those thin clumps of hair on Dave's jaw could ever become such a well-groomed beard, though.

"What the fuck am I still doing here," Gabe whispered to himself, his eyes focusing instead on his own reflection in the glass. It wasn't a normal habit of his, talking to himself, but this place gave him the fucking creeps. The robobrains rolling about didn't help or offer much conversation, besides trying to get him to put on a goddamn vault suit. Dave was a fucking weirdo but if this was what he grew up in, Gabe was beginning to think he was shockingly sane.

He had followed Dave all the way to the rusted up Red Rocket from Rivet City. Squashed all the radroaches and mole rats while Dave messed with the computer monitors and used his pipboy to get the giant door hidden beneath it to roll open. The whole time Dave was trembling, pretending to be angry, going on and on about the irony of having gone through so much trouble chasing his dad out of a vault, only to follow him into a different one. It was sorta funny how Dave still seemed to think Gabe couldn't see right through him.

Dave flipped out even more when he found his dad's corpse in one of these weird fucking pods. Gabe was certain he was dead - certain they were all dead, frozen or something, because how could someone live so long without being a ghoul? But Dave checked every terminal, and they were all supposedly alive.

His next idea was to storm into the Overseer's office, thinking someone, likely this Dr. Braun, had to be behind the whole thing. Banging on the door elicited no response, so they proceeded to turn the vault upside down trying to find a clue about the password. Gabe was a lot more impressed with the loot in the equipment room than solving their problem, but when Dave suddenly ran off with a post-it note he found in a locker, it was all Gabe could do to keep up. By the time he reached the top of the stairs, Dave was beating the butt end of his already shitty rifle on the glass of another pod, a dusty old man sitting inside, undisturbed. 

Then that fucking idiot climbed into a pod, too.

On second thought, maybe he wasn't so sane. None of these vault people were. What the fuck was he still doing here?

One of the robobrains rolled up and tried to solicit him again. With a half-hearted 'fuck off', Gabe retreated back to the equipment room. It was an untouched cache of ammo, pristine weapons, and a whole mess of pre-war chems. He decided he would help himself, get a nice clean high without any of the worries of the chems being cut with abraxo or some other crazy shit, and mull over his options.

Gabe wasn't getting anything out of following this fool around. Not anything worthwhile. Sure, Dave was pretty fun to party with, and he had to admit, that annoyingly positive attitude could be a bit contagious. He gave a shit about people, aboud Gabe, when nobody else would. But he was also a complete moron, and would be dead a thousand times over if Gabe wasn't constantly keeping him alive. He was generous and kind, but to anyone, and it was more trouble than it was worth.

Ok, so they had been through some shit together. Some real dark, ugly shit. Their sanity had been on its last leg more than once, and the other man had been there to haul them back from the cliff's edge. Gabe had got himself (mostly) together again after everything that happened in Big Town, and Paradise Falls, but now Dave was being driven to madness by this obsessive chase with his dad. This shit just kept getting crazier and crazier.

So, Gabe told himself this was going to end one of two ways: either the idiot was stuck in this pod like the rest of them, forever, or by some insane luck - which, admittedly, Dave seemed to have - he would get his dad out.

And that would be it. Father and son, reunited. Dave wouldn't need Gabe anymore. 

Yeah, he said they were friends, but what did that matter? There wasn't really anything more between them. What happened that last night in Rivet City proved it. Of course, sex never really mattered to Gabe, and he and Dave had fooled around a little bit before then, too. This time seemed to freak him out for some reason, so the next morning Dave made it abundantly clear it was all the booze, just the booze, and that he never wanted to do it again. Forget the fact that he practically came the moment Gabe climbed on top of him, then reciprocated with an eagerness Gabe had rarely been on the receiving end of. It was all just the booze.

Hell, at first Dave flat-out refused to believe it had happened - again. The evidence was in the hickies all over both of them, some in the most intimate of places, and the tacky mess between the blankets. When Dave couldn't deny it anymore, he claimed not to remember a thing and, when pressed, said that he had absolutely no attraction to Gabe.

Gabe had laughed in his face then, and laughed at himself again now, dry and humorless each time. He should be grateful, right? Relieved to know for once that wasn't what someone was trying to get from him. But he felt this uneasiness in his guts when he thought about it. He must be getting soft, to let the green-gilled look of disgust on Dave's face get to him. He wasn't used to being rejected, but he would be pretty fucking pathetic to let a closet-case, near-virgin vaultie moron hurt his feelings.

No. None of it meant a fucking thing. They didn't owe each other shit. Dave kept Gabe around because his blind ass couldn't shoot for shit and he had no clue how to survive above ground. His dad seemed capable of jetting around the wasteland just fine, so Dave could be his responsibility now.

Speaking of jet, he wasn't high enough to chase away the annoying feeling of guilt when he finally turned to Dave's pack, rooting around for anything useful, then dumping it out to carry more valuable loot in. He needed to fix that.

Gabe took his sweet time sorting through the guns, ammo, and supplies. He packed and repacked, humming to distract himself from the fact he was stalling.

This was the right decision. Long overdue.

He finally loaded up and, chiding himself, took one last look at the vault boy in the pod. His eyes were unfocused, brows furrowed and lips parted, as if asleep. How he had gotten so sentimental for this big nosed, baby-faced, nervous wreck of a boy, he didn't know. 

"Well," he announced, only to struggle with his words. It didn't matter what he said, he wouldn't hear shit, so why was this hard? ".. It's been.. good knowing you, I guess? Hope you, ya know. Wake up some day. You fucking idiot."

When Dave's head abruptly turned to look at him, Gabe yelped.

"Ohhh! Thank god!" The words were muffled behind the glass as he frantically shoved the lid open.

"What the f-!?"

"DAD!?"

Dave pushed Gabe aside, and before he got far, a man stepped out from behind another pod. Disoriented, but relieved. Dave crashed into him with a shout of relief. The crazy bastard had actually done it.

"You saved me," James said, shaken. He hugged Dave back just as hard. "I was afraid I would be trapped in there forever. It's so good to see you, David, but.. what are you doing here?"

James held Dave back a bit to look him in the eye, and the teen trembled. "What are you doing here!? God, I-I thought I might have killed you, too!" he shouted, somewhere between anger and horror.

"You did the right thing," James said gently. "These people never should have lived so long. This wasn't a life for them, this was hell. You freed them."

Dave shuddered, his father wrapping his arms around him again as his hyperventilating finally gave way to heavy sobs. Gabe hadn't a goddamn clue what they were going on about, but as he saw James frown at the other pods, he put two and two together. He was rather shocked that Dave made a choice like that, just to get his dad out, and wondered what the hell happened in there.

"Now that I'm back," James said, his voice still so gentle as he began to let go despite how Dave clung to him. "I need to get back to work. I need to tell Madison what I've found."

"Wait, what? Like, right now?"

"Yes."

Dave rubbed his cheeks with the dirty sleeves of his vault suit before looking up at the man imploringly. "Dad, what.. I-I need some answers."

"You came all this way for 'answers'?" he chuckled, as if oblivious to why Dave was so upset.

".. What the hell is wrong with you!?" Dave cried, his hands open to him. "Dad, why.. what about me?"

"Yes, what about you? Why are you here? Vault 101 is where you belong," he said simply. "Out here is my part, my responsibility. You were never supposed to be part of this insanity."

"You left me there. The Overseer went berserk because you left, th-they killed Jonas! Tried to kill me, h-he even put a gun to Amata's head.."

James heaved a big sigh, and shook his head. None of this seemed to surprise him. "I had hoped he would simply seal the vault. It would have been worth it, even if you spent the rest of your life hating me, to know you were safe."

Dave stared openly at his father, trembling. James was still so calm, contrite but clinical, as always. "You planned to abandon me there from the start," he accused in a low voice.

"I didn't see it as abandoning you. I saw it as moving on, knowing you were safe."

"Fuck you."

"David! Come now."

"D-do you even hear yourself!? How do you just move on from your own kid?"

James frowned at him impatiently, as if Dave simply wasn't understanding him. "I'm sorry that I left you. I did what I thought was best for you. I don't know how else to say it. I want to work this out, David, but my work needs to come first. You'll just have to come back with me to Rivet City."

"Your 'work,'" Dave repeated, looking away from him in disgust.

"You have to understand, as much as I love you, Project Purity was my responsibility long before you were born. Too many people have made sacrifices to give up now. Including your mother."

"Don't bring her into this! You can't just bring her up to win an argument!"

James frowned at him, then shook his head. "Coming all this way after me, I thought you would want to help. I can't stop now. When project purity is done, we can sit down and really talk, but I want you to be there when we change the world."

Dave stared at the other man, searching his face for a long time. Then he repeated, "Fuck you, dad."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," James sighed. He ran a hand through his hair with an air of disappointment. Then he checked the laser pistol on his hip and added, "The last thing I want is to lose my son. I hope you change your mind. You can find me in Rivet City if you do."

With that, James walked away. Dave stood there, dumbfounded as he watched his dad leave again, tears still running down his cheeks and his hands clenched into quaking fists.

Gabe chewed on the inside of his cheek, awkward in the silence left behind. The argument had harshed his buzz, but he was sort of impressed that Dave had called him on his bullshit. When they first met, Dave sure didn't have a backbone like that.

Gabe started to speak and stopped awkwardly. "Heeeey, buddy," he finally offered lamely, stepping around to face him.

Dave startled. He seemed to have forgotten about Gabe entirely, and smiled in embarrassed apology. "Hey, uh. Sorry about that."

"So.. your dad is a gigantic prick."

"Yeah," Dave muttered as he wiped his nose and adjusted his glasses, finally looking at Gabe. Then at the heavily loaded packs he had set on the ground just behind him, one of which was his. "Were you.. were you robbing me?"

"... Yeah." Gabe shrugged.

He half expected Dave to lash out in anger again, to feel betrayed by him too. Instead, Dave laughed, tearful but honest. "How long was I in there?"

"I dunno. Three hours, maybe more?"

"Well.. that was more time than you gave me at Tenpenny Tower."

"When you stop doing insane-ass shit in stupid-ass places, I'll stop assuming you're dead."

Dave nodded in agreement. He pushed his glasses up to his forehead, roughly rubbing his face with both hands. Then he sighed, puffed air out through his lips, and muttered to himself, "I need a drink."

"I bet you do."

"I think.." Dave started, dropping his hands tiredly. "I think I'm done."

"You're done?"

"With all of it," he replied, gesturing to the vault around them. "All the insane-ass shit in stupid-ass places. I'm done."

"Bullshit," Gabe smirked. "You can't help yourself."

"I mean it. We can do whatever you want to do now."

"Huh," Gabe replied. He hadn't really considered what he would do next, beyond selling the extra weapons he was carrying. He had just been ready to get the hell out of here. 

They both forgot about how Gabe was about to ditch him. It really hadn't been the first time, and besides, they could carry more loot like this. Enough to not starve for at least a week, maybe even afford a place to sleep with a bed and a decent roof. As they left the vault, Gabe told himself that was the reason - the only reason - he felt so relieved. 

[fallinallincurls]

for your soft concept night... sorry it's been a day, but hopefully tomorrow is better. but how about nate coming home after a long roadie to you and your new baby that's a few months old?

no, gina and i haven’t absolutely been LOSING it over this idea for the last hour or something. and yes, i’m still in my feels about it so here we go. also thank you, you’re too sweet!💗 this is actually i fic to write on my list so gonna stick with a few of the elements for that idea here

nate didn’t hate roadies until noah was born. actually scratch that. he didn’t hate roadies until you were pregnant. gabe practically had to come over and drag him out of the house to leave because he never wanted to go. how could he when his heart, and now his family, stayed in denver when he was on the other side of the country?

being away for so long did make coming home that much better. especially because now he got to come him to his two favorite people in the world. his wife and his son. welcome home kisses and hugs somehow became his very favorite part about traveling and made leaving a little bit easier.

tonight though, after a two and a half week stretch of games on the road to play a handful of teams in the east a few times, nate has never been more excited to be home again. the minute he pushes the front door open and steps over the threshold, the same one he carried you through on your wedding day and then a couple of years later with noah, nate feels a wave of relief and comfort wash over him. his bags drop to the ground softly, careful not to wake the baby this late, and he’s on a mission to find you.

and he does, in the living room where you’re rocking the baby back to sleep. you don’t hear him come in, but you feel his presence in the room the second he’s there. and sure enough, when you look up from noah who is drifting asleep in your arms, your eyes meet his ocean blue ones.

“nate,” you breathe out in amazement.

“hey baby.” he mumbles, his voice so quiet you almost don’t hear, but he crosses the room in seconds just to pull you close and press a long, tender kiss to your lips. you melt into him for a moment, so incredibly happy your husband is back right where he belongs.

“so happy you’re here.”

“and i’m so happy to be home.” he confesses, kissing your forehead and leaning in to gently rub his thumb over noah’s cheek before leaving a kiss to the top of his head. “and hello to you too, bud. hope you didn’t give momma too hard a time while i was gone.” you shake your head in response, before leaning into his touch, his warmth, his love and remembering how lucky you are to be right here. “is it too late for snuggles?” nate asks, breath warm against your ear as he wraps his strong arms around your waist and looks at noah who is peacefully oblivious to everything but his mother’s touch.

“a little, but know you missed him and you’ll be happy to know that he missed you just as much.” you chuckle, a radiant smile appearing on your face before you turn towards him. “just get changed. I don’t want to hear about another game day suit getting ruined.” the teasing tone in your voice has nate rolling his eyes as excitement rushes through his veins. he notices the way you’re taking in every detail of him, but knows once the baby is down, he’ll have time with you until the bedroom to make up for the time lost on the road.

with a nod and another quick kiss, he’s running to ditch your favorite suit of his for a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old avalanche t-shirt that you surprisingly haven’t stolen yet. when he returns, looking softer than ever with nothing but adoration in his gaze and hair all fluffy, you move the baby into his arms before having him sit down next to you on the couch.

nate’s eyes never leave his son, the tiny baby wearing a maroon onesie nestled in his arms. not a day goes by where he isn’t completely astonished that he’s a dad. this little boy is his family, a product of your love for each other. and just like that, everything makes sense in the world. while holding his baby with you snuggled into his side, nate knows this is all he ever wants.

and he couldn’t be any happier.

[miracleonice87]

Make You Feel My Love with Nathan MacKinnon

a Nathan MacKinnon song fic

a/n: season outcome, timing, and stats = totally fake. based on Nate’s public mentions in past interviews of seeing a sports psychologist, which is really inspiring to me. seeking professional advice is a GOOOOD thing! also, wasn’t originally intended to be a song fic, but Adele’s version of Make You Feel My Love (originally by Bob Dylan) came on while I was finishing it up, so I went with it! last note: pretending Tyson never got traded to the Leafs is the best part of writing hockey fanfiction. 🥺

summary: Angry/Sad Nate loses in the playoffs and takes his frustrations out on his girlfriend Sam, who gets comfort and advice from his teammates and friends.

warnings: swearing; isolated, individual outbursts of anger but NO physical violence; mentions of counseling/therapy and the practice of sports psychology (obviously, like I mentioned, this is a good thing but just something to know); crying Nate (I feel like that deserves a warning)

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Deflated, I sat in a bulky black chair in the team family room deep in the recesses of the Pepsi Center for several minutes after leaving the wives and girlfriends suite, needing a moment away from prying eyes and cameras to process what had just occurred.

The Avalanche had been one of the highly favored teams in the West all season long, yet had just been swept in the second round of the playoffs. My boyfriend, Nathan MacKinnon, widely regarded as one of the best players in the NHL, had totaled only one point in the 11 playoff games the team had played this year, earning a single assist on a Mikko Rantanen goal.

Needless to say, that hadn’t been sitting right with Nate.

He’d been short with me since the first few games of the postseason; even shorter than he typically got when he was in a drought. I had tried to give him space, but he snapped about the smallest questions I asked or requests I made of him: what he wanted for dinner, or to be sure he called to wish his sister Sarah a happy birthday. He sometimes mumbled an apology in my general direction, but more often than not, he simply left the room in a huff. I tried my best to be patient — to give him space.

It was abundantly clear that the pressure that always loomed heavy over Nathan like a thick, dark cloud had now intensified. I knew, without him ever verbalizing it, that he felt more burdened than ever before to live up to the hype — to the expectations he had for himself, and to those placed on him, either explicitly or implicitly, by the entire hockey community and the media.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

I sat still with my head in my hands for what seemed like forever, until sweet Mel Landeskog, whom I had become so close with over the last four seasons of watching our significant others play together, came and rubbed my back gently through the custom Avs denim jacket that hung on my shoulders. I lifted my head to look at her, a sympathetic smile etched on her beautiful features.

“I’m sorry, Sammy,” Mel offered. “I know he’s gonna be so hard on himself. But he had such a great season — he needs to be proud of that,” she reasoned. I nodded.

Mel was right. He had had a truly remarkable regular season — he had scored 95 points in 82 games after a enduring a considerable slump for much of the previous year. This year stood in stark contrast to last. He had been riding high for many weeks; that is, until playoffs hit.

I stood to wrap Mel in a hug, appreciative of her gesture of support but unwilling to reflect on Nate’s play right now. “Thank you, Mel,” I told her as I squeezed her tightly. “I’m gonna miss you so much this summer,” I added, gesturing to the car seat on the floor beside her. “And Nate and I will both miss that little one, too,” I said as I blew Linnea a kiss, making her giggle, a welcome sound after a heartbreaking display on the ice. Mel glanced down at her baby daughter, beaming.

“I know, honey. We’ll miss you too. But it won’t be long until we’re all back here together, plus we’ll see each other for a couple of these bachelorette parties and summer weddings and get-togethers, yeah?” she said with a nudge.

“Yeah, that’ll be nice. Until then, you guys be safe,” I told her. With one last hug and quick kisses to each other’s cheeks, Mel picked up Linnea in her seat and exited the room. I realized that she and I had been the last two wives or girlfriends to leave, with most of us having exchanged quiet goodbyes in the suite before making hasty escapes to the parking area to console our respective sad hockey players.

With a groan at the depressing thought, I pulled my jean jacket tighter to my torso and walked slowly out the open door.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

The locker room doors stood maybe ten yards down the hall. The usual rambunctious ruckus that so often echoed off the cinderblock walls was tonight exchanged for a thick silence. It seemed that most of the guys had already left, and those who remained were noiseless. I softly greeted a few of the familiar men who made their way out the doors, offering only a sad smile and a few words of comfort to each, knowing that they weren’t in the mood to engage. They were, however, still polite, with several of the players embracing me briefly or kissing my cheek as they left the building.

Gabe Landeskog was among the very last to leave the room, unsurprisingly, as he was ever the responsible and respectable captain. He spotted me immediately and enveloped me in his strong grasp.

“Hi, friend,” I whispered into his shoulder, worried that my voice would break. “Hi, söt flicka,” (sweet girl) he countered.

“I’m sorry, Cap,” I told him quietly. He pulled back and shook his head. “Don’t apologize. Wasn’t our year,” he replied with a shrug. “As you can imagine, Nate is taking it pretty hard...” his voice trailed off. “I just want you to be prepared,” he finally added, carefully.

My stomach knotted. I tucked some of my hair behind my ear and swiftly licked my lips, feeling anxiety pool in my gut.

Gabe placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “Just remember it’s not you he’s upset with. It’s himself,” he said softly. I quickly glanced up at him and nodded. “Thank you,” I choked out. “Now you better get going. You’ve got two beautiful girls waiting for you,” I told him, feigning a bright grin. He tried to mirror my expression, but fell short. It was unnatural to see such sadness in his normally joyful visage. He squeezed my upper arm.

“That I do,” Gabe agreed. “We’ll see you soon, Sam.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “Bye, Cap.” He gave a solemn nod and disappeared down the hallway.

My unease only multiplied after my exchange with Gabe. I began to pace slowly in a circle. I jumped a few moments later when the door flew open with a screech, Nate emerging from behind it, a bitter, dark expression on his face.

I greeted him softly, tentatively, reaching a hand toward him.

“Nate, baby, I —“

My boyfriend brushed past me in a flash, causing a literal draft of air to hit me as he held up his hand, never even making eye contact with me as he practically stomped down the corridor.

My blood ran hot — how dare he not acknowledge my presence after I had attended how many home games, and even road games, supporting him and cheering him on, no matter what? And that was just this season — what about the three prior? Why was he shutting me out? My heart thumped against my ribcage.

“Nathan,” I called, my voice firm this time, whipping around to face his back and then fumbling with the chain of my Louis Vuitton bag as it fell from my shoulder. Discombobulated, I threaded it back over my arm clumsily and took two hurried steps in Nate’s direction, but he was already out of sight.

Just then, I noticed our close friend Tyson Barrie standing a few feet behind me. I could infer from the way he was approaching me gingerly, which was highly unlike him, that he had witnessed our exchange, or the lack thereof. I sighed and pressed a hand to my forehead, his hand coming to grip my other elbow.

“Sam, sweetheart... you okay?” Tyson asked softly. Hot tears pricked my eyelids, but I refused to let them fall, blinking them back with a sniffle. My hand fell back to my side — I was shaking now.

“I knew he would be mad...” I began. “But what the fuck, Tys?” My voice wavered.

Tyson instinctively pulled my waist to his side, giving me a quick, protective kiss to the temple, before pulling away and offering me his hand.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home,” he volunteered. With another sniff, I shook my head. “No, it’s okay, Tys. I drove, thank god,” I spat. “Besides, you’re dealing with the same disappointment. You need to go home with Em and unwind,” I insisted, smoothing one hand over his suit jacket. His head dropped and he offered a weak nod.

“I guess. But listen, if he’s still not acting right, call me, okay? You know you can come over. You’re always welcome, especially when he’s being such an ass,” Tyson said, the end of his sentence turning into a growl. We both sighed; I nodded.

“Thanks, Tys. I’ll let you know. And listen, I’m sorry... about tonight. I know it hurts,” I told him, hugging his neck with one arm. He spread his fingers over my back and gave me a squeeze before stepping back to look into my eyes.

“It’s just hockey,” he said quietly. I smiled weakly and nodded once. “Bye, Sam. See you soon,” he said, rubbing one hand over my shoulder as he turned and made his way down the hall to find Emma.

If only Nathan shared his friend’s logic and sentiment.

I dropped my head back at the thought, tears once again collecting in my eyes. I forced them closed in an attempt to stay composed. With another sigh, I slowly started toward the private parking garage where my vehicle waited.

Unsurprisingly, as I stepped through the glass door and into the garage where I spotted my Audi, the spot next to me where Nate’s Porsche had been was empty. I unlocked my car, tossed my bag and scarf into the passenger side, and slammed my door shut before giving the steering wheel two firm bangs with the palm of my hand. My body still hadn’t stopped trembling.

I'd go hungry; I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

I rested my forehead against the leather steering wheel for a moment before drawing a breath and finally backing out of my spot and exiting the garage, apprehensive of the scene I might find at the condo Nathan and I shared.

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I stepped through the front door tentatively, chewing on the inside of my lip. I was careful not to make a sound, walking on tiptoes to avoid clicking my heeled boots on the white tile floor. I dropped my purse onto the table in the entryway and reached to hang up my keys on the rack by the closet when I heard the distinct sound of glass — a lot of glass — shattering.

I froze.

The plans I had formulated in my head during my drive to confront Nate as soon as I arrived home suddenly seemed too unnerving to carry out.

My knees were nearly knocking together as I zipped through the living room and tucked myself behind the wet bar in one corner of the room. I hid myself in a partially-enclosed area where the wine and beer fridge stood, then felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I fumbled to answer it, not wanting to make too much noise.

Sidney Crosby, the onscreen caller ID read. I tapped the green button.

“Hello?” I was caught off guard by how frightened my own voice sounded as I answered.

“Sam, hi. Are you home?” Sid’s usually calm and collected tone was now bathed in concern.

“Hi, Sid. Yeah, I just got home. He’s, uh... it’s not good,” I said quietly, glancing at the staircase as I heard another thud upstairs, this time what sounded like a pair of shoes against Nate’s closet wall. On the other end of the call, Sid heaved a heavy sigh.

“Yeah, I figured,” he said tensely. “I tried calling him thinking I might catch him on his way home and talk him down a bit, but he ignored my call. I’m sorry, Sam. Are you alright?”

I glanced down at my free hand which rested on the oak wood of the bar. I was still trembling, my fears of coming home to chaos having been realized.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I choked out, lying through my teeth. “It’s just hard to watch.”

A deep hum of understanding came from Sid’s throat. “I bet. Have you talked to him?”

I shook my head, despite the fact that Sid was nowhere nearby to see the gesture. “No,” I vocalized weakly. “He uh... he kinda... he didn’t wanna talk to me at the arena... I don’t think.” I fiddled with my promise ring on my left hand as I made the admission. It didn’t even sound like Sid was breathing on the other end of the line.

“You’re telling me he blew you off?” he asked gruffly. I could envision Sidney running a hand over his face before gripping his neat curls atop his dark hair, as he often did when frustrated. I opened my mouth to confirm, but couldn’t actually bring myself to do so, knowing what his reaction would be. I also didn’t want to confess to the commotion I had just heard upstairs, knowing that it would further upset my concerned friend, on my behalf. Instead, I let my silence do the talking.

“Goddammit, Sam,” he growled. “I’m so sorry. He’s young. He- he... I used to do this shit, too,” Sidney admitted with a quick breath. “It’s bullshit. He’s just angry with himself and he’s taking it out on you and it’s not fair. I had hoped I had set a better example about how to deal with these things when they happen... but apparently not.”

A couple of hot tears fell to my face as I responded. “This isn’t your fault, Sid.” He retorted immediately, “Well, it’s sure as hell not yours, either.”

We both sat in contemplation for several moments, neither sure of the next step to take. Then, Sid decided.

“I won’t call him again because he needs to talk to you first. But I am going to text him and urge him that he needs to let you in,” Sid insisted. “He needs to let somebody in,” he repeated. “And it needs to be you first.”

More tears were falling now, and I glanced up at the chandelier overhead and pulled my phone from my ear for a beat to try and settle myself. I wiped at my face with the bottom of my thumb.

“Okay,” I finally whispered. I hadn’t ever really cried around Sid, and while he was one of the nicest and most genuine human beings on the planet, I knew he wasn’t quite accustomed to emotional encounters like this one, and I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by letting him hear the sobs that were bubbling up in my chest.

“It might not feel like it right now,” Sid broached, speaking in a soothing tone reminiscent of my father’s or brother’s when trying to console me. “But you’re right where you need to be. So is he. He needs you, Sam.”

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

“Sam?” Nate suddenly called out from the balcony above me, his voice not sounding heated, but doleful instead. From where he stood upstairs, he couldn’t see me.

“Was that him?” Sid asked. “Yeah,” I said softly, somewhat in response to both men. “Good. He’s coming around. Trust me. I’ll let you go. Text me later, eh?” Sid requested, sounding slightly relieved. “Yeah, I will. Promise. Thank you. Bye,” I said hurriedly before ending the call.

“Sam?” Nate’s voice echoed off the walls once more, sounding desperate this time. My pulse quickened.

“Yeah. I’m coming,” I said softly. I stuffed my phone back into my pocket, took a steadying breath, and turned to walk upstairs and face him.

By the time I arrived on the second floor only a handful of moments later, Nate was already back in our bedroom, seated in the oversized Queen Anne chair near the center of the room, elbows on his knees, chin almost to his chest. I was shocked to hear small sobs escaping his lips. He glanced in my general direction, not meeting my eyes, and cried harder.

“I can’t even look at you right now,” Nate finally spoke, somewhat coarsely. My heart seemed to shatter right then, and I felt my body steel in self-defense, preparing for war.

“I can’t even believe how I treated you back there. I’m such an awful fucking human. I’m a monster. I’m so sorry,” Nate added tearfully, catching me off guard.

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I immediately let out three sobs that seemed to have been lodged in my throat for almost an hour now and, in an instant, closed the gap between us. I dropped to my knees in front of him and laid my head in his lap, hugging his calves. Never before had we shared such an intensely emotional moment. Above me, he covered his eyes with his hands and drew shallow, gasping breaths in an unsuccessful attempt to calm himself.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he cried, not touching me of his own accord. “I’m so sorry.” I picked up my head and looked at him, urgency coursing through my veins. I needed him to come back to me.

“Nathan, baby, hey,” I coaxed, rubbing his big thigh with my hand, which looked so small in comparison. “Look at me. Please? I need you to.”

After a beat, Nate finally lifted his head from his hands, his pale skin slightly splotchy and tinted red, blue eyes shimmering behind more tears that threatened to fall.

“There’s my handsome man,” I said softly, combing my fingers through the neat hair near his ears, watching him slowly return to me.

“Hey, I want you to listen to me, okay? Tonight you’re allowed to cry it out, or punch our pillows, or run on the treadmill all night to blow off some steam. And then I’ll give you a couple more days to swallow this. But after that? We’re gonna check in with Dr. Butler, both of us, so she can give us some ways to cope with this.”

Nate’s shuddering breaths had finally started to slow as I spoke, referencing one of his most trusted allies, the Denver-based sports psychologist he had been seeing now for a few seasons to help him deal with not only hockey-related challenges and mental blocks, but also general anxiety, in order to boost his mental health. I was careful not to allow my tone to come across as if I were babying him, but instead offering comfort and, more importantly, suggesting help. “Because tonight? These last couple weeks? This can’t be it. We can’t deal with things this way. I don’t want you shutting me out, or Sid, or your family, okay? You wouldn’t let me do that — I’m not gonna let you,” I added.

Nate nodded quickly. “Absolutely, babe. I was just gonna say, as soon as I heard you on the phone downstairs, it really just hit me. I realized I needed to text her and set up an appointment,” he told me, his voice no longer shaky. “And that I needed to apologize to you,” he added softly. I nodded, and he grabbed my hands, pulling me to my feet and then back down to lie in his lap. I threw my legs over one arm of the chair and settled against his chest.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to find comfort in Nate’s heartbeat for a moment, as he pressed soft kisses into my hair, before I looked around the room, assessing the damage. I noticed that his suit coat lay crumpled in the middle of his closet floor, his shoes having bounced off the wall there as I suspected, and they sat out of place atop his neatly assembled collection of footwear. Across from us, I noticed the source of the shattered glass — a shadow box display from Nate’s unforgettable rookie season hung just slightly crooked on the wall, the glass in the front completely broken out, save for the shards along the inner edge of the frame.

Nate followed my gaze to the mess and sighed. “I’m really sorry about that, Sam,” he said, shame creeping into his tone. I nodded knowingly. “What did you throw?” I asked. “That puck they gave me from the last game of the regular season. It was on my dresser when I set my wallet down and it just set me off,” he admitted sheepishly. “It was stupid.”

“Yes, it was stupid to break something that’s valuable to you, but it’s not stupid, what you’re feeling,” I told him firmly. “Besides, we’ll get a new glass panel and it’ll be good as new.” His grip around me tightened, appreciative of my response. “Thank you,” Nate whispered into my ear. I turned to kiss his lips slowly and deeply. He finally pulled back, only to murmur, “I don’t deserve you. I’m so grateful I have you.” I smoothed my thumb across his cheekbone. “I’m always going to be here for you, Nate,” I promised. He gave me one more solemn kiss.

“Listen, I’m gonna carry you into the bathroom so you don’t even get close to any shards of glass, and I’ll clean all this up while you run us a bath,” Nate told me. “I’ll join you soon. I think it’ll be good for both of us, eh?” I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck as he easily picked me up bridal-style and headed toward the en suite.

Things were far from perfect, but I was prepared to do everything in my power to get us as close as possible. From the change in his demeanor, I knew Nate was, too.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

To make you feel my love

[bisexualcrowley]

SFW  alphabet - Gabriel (Supernatural)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Gabe’s a sweetheart, never ashamed to show you how much he cares for you, even with the Winchesters and their disapproving looks are around. He shows affection through a mix of hugs, little gifts and little nicknames he gives you, but the main one is the hugs, PDA clearly not an issue in his mind. Whenever he’s around, there were hugs, arms wrapped around you from behind with his head resting on your shoulder while you’re doing research for Dean, waiting in bed with open arms for you to collapse into after a long day, and throwing himself at you and never wanting to let go after a long hunt, really anything where he can be holding you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Gabriel doesn’t have many close friends, finding the actions of a trickster tend to drive people away more often than drawing them closer, but the friends he does have he holds dear to heart, struggling to express his affection for them but feeling it very strongly.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Gabe LIVES for cuddles, he wants to be snuggled up to his s/o whenever possible. He can have a tough exterior when he needs to, but when he’s alone with the one he loves all he wants to do is wrap his arms around you and cuddle, wings tucking themselves around you. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

In the back of his mind Gabe knows he wants to settle down with the one he loves, but he also knows that with his being an archangel and your line of work it would put the two of you in danger, so he happily settles with a non-domestic relationship

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be holding back tears as he spoke, knowing it would be best to end things in person instead of hiding behind a phone screen. He doesn’t want to break up, desperately longing to stay with you but knowing you would be safer without such an intimate connection with an archangel, and all he wants to do is protect you. He loves you, so he had to let you go, holding himself together until you had gone, only then would he break down in tears.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Gabriel didn’t see the point in such things before meeting you, not understanding why anyone would choose commitment over hook ups, but once you came into his life all that changed. He knew long before you started dating that if he had the choice between committing to you and a lifetime of one night stands, he would choose you without hesitation, and once the two of you were dating, he was sure you were the one he would want to marry. He knew of course that marrying you would be difficult and out you at more risk than he was willing to allow, so he settled happily with dating.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)\

Gabe’s the most gentle being on the planet when he’s around you, giving you nothing but love and affection, but when something happens to you, even something as little as Dean lashing out at you in frustration over a hunt, he goes dark fast. When Gabriel's protecting you, he’s mad, and when he’s mad, he’s goddamn intimidating. He doesn’t get physical unless absolutely necessary, instead favoring to shout at whoever hurt you until he feels that he got his point across. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Like cuddles, Gabriel goes batshit for hugs. He always wants his arms to be wrapped around you, his wings sometimes coming to curl around you to join in the moment, his heart swelling every time you smile against his shoulder or lean into the embrace, and loving it the most when you’re the one to throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug and pressing your lips to his own.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He didn’t think much of it the first time he said he loved you, having known his love for you from the day you met and wanting to express it in as many ways as he can. Gabe was planning on telling you after a romantic night out, hoping that it would be the perfect end to the perfect night, but instead it slipped out one evening after a hunt. The two of you were snuggled up to each other on a creaky old motel bed, cracking jokes about the x files rerun playing on tv at the time. You had said something particularly funny, and Gabe had thrown his head back in laughter, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling your body to his side with a chuckle of “lordy i love you, sugar”. You had pulled back in surprise, and Gabriel realized what he said, anxiety flooding his chest in the moment of silence, that luckily was broken as a huge smile crossed your face and you launched yourself upwards to meet his lips in a kiss, interrupted only by a mumble of  “I love you too” 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He avoids acting like the typical jealous boyfriend who doesn’t let his partner spend time around other guys, instead being happy for your relationships with your friends and understanding that you occasionally had to flirt your way out of a bad situation, but he can’t help feeling more than a little jealous when he sees people come up and blatantly hit on you at the bar, always stepping in at the slightest hint of discomfort on your face

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Gabriel loves to kiss you, with him, each hug came with a kiss, sometimes a soft peck on your cheek, sometimes little kisses along your neck, anything to make you giggle. His favorite was the slow, loving makeout sessions you had sometimes, the ones that didn’t lead to sex, but instead was a silent way of saying i love you, the type of kiss you could pour all your emotions into

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Gabe’s pretty impartial with kids, neither liking nor disliking their company, but doesn't like the idea of having or adopting them all that much, feeling very uncomfortable being entrusted to take care of a life so much smaller than his own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Most mornings you’ll wake up with your limbs entangled with Gabriel’s, soft touches stroking your hair and wings cradling you against his body, but some rare mornings you’ll awaken to the smell of your favorite breakfast cooking, moments later feeling the bed sink next to you and opening your eyes to find the archangel settled down beside you with a tray of food and a warm smile on his face.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

When Gabriel has you to himself for the first time in a while, nights are usually kicked off with passionate lovemaking and ending with you passing out on top of him, thoroughly fucked out. In contrast, most nights with Gabe are spent watching TV or going over the details from a hunt together, the archangel having to pull you away from whatever activity you were invested in and remind you that you need sleep, pulling you into bed to cuddle until you fell asleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He started telling you little things before your relationship, trusting you enough as a friend to share his secrets, and trusting you even more once you began dating, telling you little things about himself sometimes when you asked, more often unprompted. The more upsetting things from his past, he always checked with you to be sure you truly wanted to hear it and were in the right headspace before telling the stories, never wanting to overwhelm you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

You were surprised at how patient Gabriel is with you, knowing he has a bit of a short temper with most of the people he encounters. You found that the biggest thing you could do that would upset Gabe is to put others in front of yourself to the point it began hurting you. He hated to see you struggle, and when your selflessness goes too far and you stop taking care of yourself, he can’t help but get upset.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Gabe’s memory always makes you laugh, it reminding you of all the jokes you see being made about how dads can remember that their kid borrowed $0.50 from them 10 years ago but can’t remember the name of the kid’s friend they’ve known all their life. Gabriel, similar to the dads, never forgets the little things he learns about you, like your favorite candy or your favorite karaoke song, but somehow manages to forget the name of your sibling.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Gabriel’s favorite memory of you is when you first met, when you were stuck in the time loop. You caught his eye the first time he put Sam through the loop, transfixed by the way you moved, spoke, everything about you, really, but kept his distance, not wanting to mess up what he had with Sam. He was shocked when you noticed him, even more shocked when you came over to talk. You didn’t know about the time loop, so Gabe knew you were genuinely interested in getting to know him, and he thought it was wonderful, but assumed it was a fluke, that you would return to the Winchesters the next day. To Gabriel’s surprise, though, you found him, again and again, not in the way the loop had affected Dean, having him say the same thing every day; you had come to the trickster a different way each day, each decision unprompted. Even after years had passed from that incident, the memory of how you had chosen Gabriel day after day makes him smile.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Gabriel feels the most secure while holding you against him, finding the warmth of your body against his own calming, and you felt the same way, finding your way into his arms during a tough time. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s always leaving his s/o little gifts to find, your favorite candy here, a rose there, anything to make you smile

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Gabe’s terrible at cleaning up, organization seeming to be a foreign concept to him, which makes hunting with him difficult, as you more often than not would return to the bunker or motel to find a disaster of your notes on the creature you’re after and whatever the hell else Gabriel had brought out, which at one point in time had been a blanket fort that took up half the motel room.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He spends ages on his hair in the morning, choosing to do it by hand instead of using his grace, but aside from that he’s generally unbothered, knowing he looks good

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Gabe struggles to be away from you, having latched so strongly to the one he loves. There’s always a little part of him that feels empty when you’re gone, that doesn’t go away until you’re together again

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Gabriel knows every ABBA song by heart and is ridiculously proud of it, belting out the lyrics to Mama Mia as he wanders through the bunker, singing Dancing Queen with his toothbrush as a microphone and just beaming when you sing along to Our last summer with him in the impala, much to Sam and Dean’s annoyance.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Not having a sense of humor is a pretty big no for Gabriel, he would struggle not being able to good around with his s/o

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Angel Gabe doesn’t sleep, instead choosing to cuddle with his s/o while they sleep, holding you close and keeping you safe through the night, where human Gabe tucks his head under your chin, curls up against you and passes out that way.

[writtenmemxries]

You lit a fire in my heart

AU in which Dean is a firefighter, Castiel is a babysitter that panics a bit too much, and Jack has no idea that he shouldn’t follow his cat up on a tree.

[1822 words]

Of all the things Castiel could have done that Friday afternoon - go to the pub with his peers, go to the library, go grocery shopping - he was happy to babysit Jack, his best friend’s seven-year-old son.

Ever since Kelly got pregnant after a one-night stand, he had never left her side. They had met in high school, and thanks to their similar characters they quickly got along. They even went to college together. But then, when they were only twenty, Jack was born, and Kelly, going from carefree girl to single mother, was forced to drop out.

She felt the weight of her peers’ gazes on her, always ready to judge her, to point their finger at her, to whisper petty words.

“She forgot the condom, can you be more stupid than that?”

“They say the baby’s daddy left her alone, it was just a booty call!”

“Poor Kelly, she’s twenty and her life is already ruined.”

Those whispers haunted her incessantly, and Kelly couldn’t help but blame herself. But Castiel was always there, with her. He had never turned his back on her, he had never insulted or denigrated her, he had never looked at her with those eyes full of pity and compassion that she hated so much.

He simply helped her. He bought diapers. He kept an eye on the baby when she had to go to work in the small supermarket not far from home. He played with the kid, read him books, watched cartoons with him. He helped her raise Jack.

Still best friends after all those years.

Jack, growing up, often wondered where his real father was, why he wasn’t with his mom, why he didn’t love him enough to stay with him. But whenever his blue eyes met Castiel’s, all doubts suddenly disappeared. Castiel was enough for him. Or, as he called him, Cas.

So when Castiel had to look after the kid that afternoon, he didn’t mind. Or at least, not until Jack decided to play tag with his favourite toy: Gabe. The most annoying cat Castiel had had the misfortune to meet. His fur was red and his eyes greenish, as bright and magnetic as they were sly and mischievous.

“Jack! Be careful, for God’s sake!” Castiel shouted for perhaps the third time that day, but the boy ignored him completely, continuing to jump from one side of the living room to the other, trying to catch the big cat by the tail. His cackles were so loud that even the neighbor next door probably got a headache.

Sometimes Jack was a calm, quiet, polite child. Other times, however, he was a real scamp, impossible to get to sit and calm down.

“No wonder she asked me to keep an eye on him today. I’ve never seen him so freaking spry,” Castiel muttered to himself, adjusting the pot of plants that the cat had dropped with its long tail, hurrying to take a broom to clean the mess on the floor.

It was then that, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Gabe sneaking out of the open window, jumping onto a low branch of one of the big trees in the garden.

“Jack?” Castiel called in a hesitant voice.

There was no answer, and when he saw the front door close behind his ruffled blond hair, he felt his heart in his throat.

“Jack?!”

He ran out of the house, dropping the broom to the ground, scattering the dirt even more on the floor.

To both his immense horror and surprise, Jack was climbing up the tree, strangely nimble, trying to reach the cat, who was looking down at him with indifference. One foot after the other, an uncertain hand grabbing the low and strong branches, Jack managed to pull himself up with a force that one would never expect from such a small and minute child.

“Jack!” Castiel exclaimed, visibly agitated. “Get off the tree immediately!”

“I have to go get Gabe first,” the boy said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if he had done it a million times. And maybe he really had.

“Gabe is a cat, Jack. Cats know how to climb down trees by themselves.”

Jack giggled. “Gabe wants me to go get him. We’re playing tag!”

Castiel sighed in exasperation as the boy continued to climb.

Where the hell had he learned to do it, anyway?

“Jack, if you don’t get down here immediately, I will call your mother!” Castiel threatened him, but the boy didn’t seem to care.

“Who do you think taught me how to do it?” he said, shrugging.

Castiel rolled his eyes. Of course it had been Kelly. The same Kelly who had taught Jack to swim and ski has also taken him rock-climbing. Great.

He could almost hear her voice, sweet and calm, say something like, “Those are important skills, Cas!”

And in the meantime, Jack had managed to grab Gabe and was now hugging him, sitting on a branch far too high for Castiel’s liking, with his back against the solid trunk.

“See? I got him!” Jack beamed.

Castiel gave him a forced smile. “Okay Jack, well done. Now can you please get off there?”

Jack’s expression changed in a jiffy. He looked around, then looked down at Castiel, and finally seemed to notice how high he actually was.

Holding the poor cat even tighter, Jack shook his head hard in fear.

He was as frightened as Castiel was, and even though the young man kept repeating to himself no panic, no panic, he was definitely in panic.

All right Castiel, he thought to himself. Calm down. Don’t panic. Call the firefighters. He’ll be okay.

“Okay Jack,” he yelled to make sure the kid heard him loud and clear. “Don’t move from there, okay? I’ll go get help. We’ll take you down from there.”

And in the blink of an eye, he ran into the house, grabbed his cell phone and quickly dialed the number of the fire department.

If explaining on the phone what kind of emergency he was having was embarrassing, seeing a fire engine park in the driveway of Kelly’s house - still unaware of everything - was absolutely ridiculous.

A man, perhaps a couple of years younger than Castiel, got out of the truck and walked briskly towards him. The bulky fireman clothing made him look bigger than he was, but my God was he attractive.

Castiel found himself staring at him more than it was socially acceptable.

The young man looked at him with a smirk. “So, your son likes to climb trees, huh?”

Castiel blushed. “He’s not my son. I’m his- his babysitter.”

He laughed. “Are his parents paying you to train him to climb the Everest or what?”

“Do you get paid to be this funny or what?”

“Oh no, I’m a natural,” the man said, grinning. Castiel knew that that smile shouldn’t have made his heart miss a beat. But it had.

Castiel snorted and rolled his eyes, hiding the smirk that was growing on his lips.

“I’m Dean,” the firefighter said, holding out his hand.

Castiel stared into his eyes, so green and bright.

“Castiel,” he replied, shaking his hand.

Dean gave him another toothy smile, and Castiel couldn’t help but notice how white his teeth were. And so his gaze inevitably fell on his lips, so pink and full. Then it went up to his nose, thin and freckled, and finally it fixed itself again on those mesmerizing green eyes.

Dean cleared his throat, bringing Castiel back to reality. “I’d better get that kid back here, we don’t want him to get traumas from the experience,” he joked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Castiel nodded. “His name is Jack,” he said without even knowing why.

Dean hinted a smile, then went to his colleague, who lowered the ladder to the ground to bring him up to where the kid was. He was watching the scene from above, trembling and with tears in his eyes.

“It’s okay Jack. You can trust me,” Dean said quietly as he got closer.

“You’re a fireman,” Jack noted.

Dean smiled. “I am. And I’m here to help you and your friend Garfield over there.”

Jack furrowed his brows. “His name is Gabe.”

Dean laughed. “Alright, let’s take you and Gabe back to Castiel, okay?”

Jack nodded and let himself be picked up by Dean, who grabbed him gently but firmly with his strong and warm arms, and slowly went down the ladder.

Once they were finally on the ground, Gabe jumped out of Jack’s arms, while the child immediately fell into Castiel’s hug, who was relieved to see that, apart from a few scratches on his hands, he was fine.

“Stupid little monkey, what were you thinking?” Castiel muttered, burying his nose into the boy’s hair, taking in his scent.

“Don’t be too hard on him,” Dean said, watching the scene with a smile tugging at his lips.

Castiel released Jack from his tight grip and held his hand, perhaps to subconsciously prevent him from running away again.

“Thank you Dean, I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

Dean chuckled. “My pleasure.”

He stood there, shifting his weight from side to side.

Castiel watched him, a slight blush on his cheeks. Finally, he cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll leave you to your job, then. I’m sure you have lots of children to rescue.”

“Oh yeah, so many lives to save, kittens to rescue... busy days.” He took a deep breath, looking away. “It’s a shame that my evenings are all boring instead, y’know.”

Castiel’s eyes widened, and he thought he saw a hint of hope in Dean’s eyes, who now stood right in front of him. “Yeah... M-mine too,” he whispered.

“I guess you’re free tonight, then,” Dean said, fixing his eyes into Castiel’s blue ones.

He swallowed. “I am.”

Dean smiled. “Perfect,” he said, taking the pen Castiel kept in his shirt pocket - and if Castiel shuddered at that brief contact, he pretended not to notice - writing his phone number on the man’s hand. “I’ll see you tonight, then?”

The sudden sound of the truck’s horn made them both wince in surprise. 

“Dean, you ready or what? They’re waiting for us at the fire station!” his grumpy colleague exclaimed from inside the fire engine.

Dean gestured vaguely with his hands, then shifted his attention back to Castiel, waiting for an answer.

“Sure, see you tonight,” he said softly.

Without furthed ado, Dean headed for the truck, waving shyly at the man before climbing into the passenger seat.

Taking one last look at Castiel, who was staring with confusion and disbelief at the numbers scribbled on the back of his hand, Dean turned to his colleague with a fond smile.

“Bobby, do you believe in love at first sight?”

[caitybug]

It may be February but... why not haha. 

Below the cut, organized in chronological order, are the fics I wrote in 2020! All put into one place :D. Thank you to everyone who read, kudos’d, commented, beta’d, and supported my writing. It was my first ever year writing fanfiction, and I am so thankful for all the friends I’ve made because of it.

<3 <3

If Not For You

Word count: 92,461 Chapters: 36 Rating: M

Summary:

Simon was born and raised in the midwest, and he thinks he has his life figured out. He has a girlfriend that he feels happy with, is excited to drive for his junior year, and can't wait to get away from his father when he goes away for school.

However, this all changes when his mom dies and he is carted to the east coast to start at a boarding school. Simon then has to deal with having a roommate (who hates him), living with his mother's death, and wanting to be anywhere but where he is.

To add to it all, one day he gets a strange phone call, and he wonders if his mother's death was really an accident at all.

author’s note:

This was my first like actual fic. And my first try at writing something. This fic will always have a special place in my heart because it helped lead me to all the amazing people I now call friends <3

Not only that but it was a bit of therapy for me. (Self insert? In MY fanfiction? More likely than you’d think!)

Anyway, whenever someone comments, leaves kudos, or otherwise acknowledge that the fic exists I get emotional haha. I also have like three playlists for it too haha.

The Heist

Word Count:7456 Rating:T

Summary:

It's the fourth year of the Halloween heist, and Baz is determined to win. He thinks he has it all planned, that he knows Simon Snow through and through.

Despite this, somehow Simon still manages to surprise him.

author’s note:

b99 AU bahaha. Need I say more??

Pay Your Fines, Snow

Word Count: 1524 Rating: T

Summary:

Baz Pitch works at the local library every summer. He's annoyed at kids who run around, people who don't follow directions, and Simon Snow- who can't pay a fine on time.

author’s note

This fic was the first of the fics that sparked all my crazy prompts haha. It was so much fun to do! 

There is a wonderful podfic of this made by the amazing and beautiful @xivz​, and it also has art now by @peachpit-gabe!! Go check it out here. 

A Rebirth

Word Count: 3374 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon and Baz need to finish their presentation for their Art History class. However, Baz also got pulled into watching his younger siblings for the weekend.

Frozen 2, chicken nuggets, sword fights, and themes of Renaissance.

author’s note

I wrote this for the amazing @krisrix as a prompt! It was so much fun to do and I legit wrote the whole thing in like one afternoon and had it looked over and posted it haha. I still feel bad because Kris legit asked for babies and I kicked the babies out at the beginning of the fic LOL. 

Coming Together in Three Parts

Word Count: 4639 Rating: M Chapters: 3

Summary:

Three snippets of their lives after Wayward Son.

author’s note:

The summary definitely leaves a lot to be imagined haha. But I decided to pull a @ninemagicks and give a metaphor of threes and I love yous. So it’s three lovely stages after Wayward Son. There’s the I Love You, the moving in, and then a marriage proposal. I was fairly proud of this! And I did this as an exchange fic as well. 

The Three Acts of a Wizard

Word Count: 6439 Rating: T

Summary:

Today, Baz is giving Simon a reprieve (or, that's what he is telling Simon.)

Cue a removal of cursed body parts, a grumpy fireplace who *knows* what is happening, and a shrill frizzy-haired friend threatening to poison some scones.

(this is a remix fic for @ninemagicks​ HMC AU YWSAFS

author’s note:

I wrote this for Nena’s birthday in the summer! Their friendship has meant the world to me, and this story is what I think gave me the gall courage to message them and harass them with 2k word comments/metas haha. If you’ve not read their fic, make sure to do so!

Heaven is a Place on Earth

Word Count: 12,711 Rating: M Chapters: 5 Summary:

Five hours each week. That's all Simon and Baz get.

But we know that's all they need to fall in love...

~~

A San Junipero AU

author’s note:

This fic idea came to me randomly and I literally wrote it in a week. I love it so much, and despite being MCD I think it’s still generally happy (I mean.. they do end up together??) Idk, it has a special place in my heart. And I made @krisrix read Baz with an american accent so... win win haha. 

(Un)Sexy Saturday

Word Count: 6157 Rating: M/E Chapters: 9 (they’re different stories each chapter.)

Summary:

Summaries vary by chapter. Overall it’s just a collection of silly stories where sex gets interrupted. 

author’s note:

Honestly this series was so fun to do. I need to continue it sometime! From beauty blender butt plugs, to swingers, to garlic allergies... it just makes me laugh haha. 

5 Times Simon Wanted a Fistbump, and the 1 Time He Finally Got It

Word Count: 5489 Rating: T Chapters: 6

Summary:

Simon Snow hasn't had a lot of friends in his life. He has Penny, who is great, of course. He has Baz (but does he count as a friend?)

So now, seeing Shepard, he's got a chance at a friend. A bro of sorts.

Simon sees the final hurdle in their friendship to be a fist bump. A simple signal of their friendship.

But how long is it going to take to get it??

~~

5 + 1 Yearning for a Fist Bump.

author’s note:

Simpard. Friendship. And art by @nick-eyre?? Perfection. 

A Goblin’s Skull, Maccies, and a Door Handle

Word Count: 2017 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow wakes up in a building he doesn't know, tied up and blindfolded.

Luckily his best bro Shepard is there too.

author’s note:

Wrote this as a little bday treat for @nick-eyre :D. Decided to give Simon a friend who would also lust after goblins with him haha. 

One Word, Four Letters, A Lifetime's Worth of Pain: IKEA

Word Count: 2428 Rating: T

Summary:

Baz comes home and notices the house is suspiciously quiet.

When he finds Simon, surrounded by unfinished pieces of furniture, he can't help but ask... why?

Author’s note:

This was written as a birthday gift for @foolofabookwyrm! She is an absolute gem and has never been to IKEA, but now I hope she understands the struggle of building IKEA furniture haha. 

The Beat of My Heart

Word Count: 2230 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon is kneeling on the ground, waiting for Baz to come home.

He has a question. One he's wanted to ask for a while.

author’s note:

This was written as a birthday gift for @krisrix! A little proposal fic for the rat king <3 <3

Out of My Mind

Word Count: 10876 Rating: M Chapters: 3

Summary:

Baz and Simon are living their lives, domestic and content. They have a nine-year-old daughter, a Sunday morning routine, and plans to be alone for the first time for a while.

But when a girl who is growing into her powers reads something she shouldn't, they get into a predicament they don't expect.

author’s note:

This was a COE gift for @krisrix! Body Swap! Parents! Married! I tried to do it all for him haha. 2020 was really the year where I was like yeah, let’s write Kris a million fics. And honestly—wouldn’t have it any other way.

Imposter vs Crewmates

Word Count: 754 Rating: T

Summary:

Everyone has their quarantine coping strategies.

Simon tried to bake bread.

Baz watched Twilight.

But Penelope...

She introduced the gang to Among Us.

author’s note:

Look. I’ve no excuses for this lolol. Just thought it’d be silly :D. 

The Ethics of Wanting You

Word Count: 1417 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow realized recently that he has a crush on Baz.

Penny suggested he find reasons to spend more time with him, so he suggests a study session for their ethics exam the following day.

(It doesn't go as planned, but the result is very much worth it.)

author’s note:

Birthday gift for @peachpit-gabe <3 <3. Just a cute one shot with snowbaz.

Pumpkin, Let’s Make a Patch

Word Count: 2516 Rating: T

Summary:

Simon Snow is trying to create a neighborhood pumpkin patch.

Baz, unknowingly, rips the pumpkins out of his front lawn.

(How will he make it up to him?)

author’s note:

This was done for the COC. I based it off this cute tiktok series with this kid who rode around on his skateboard and plants pumpkins around his neighborhood.

Weathering the Storm

Word Count: 2248 Rating: T

Summary:

Shepard was nine when he first met a boy he'd learn was Simon Snow.

He was in a ditch crying, and Shepard wasn't sure what to make of him.

This boy lived in his mind until he saw him again years later.

And today, when there's a storm unlike any other in London, he knows who must be at the center of it.

author’s note:

Honestly. This is probably one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. IDK. It’s so short but... I love it. And if you like to listen to fics— @bloodiedpixie did a phenomenal podfic of it! And @nick-eyre did AMAZING art for it too <3. 

New Beginnings

Word Count: 2090 Rating: T

Summary:

It's the first New Years Eve after the Christmas that changed everything.

After Simon Snow and Baz kissed.

After they defeated the humdrum.

After the Mage's death.

But, as many of us do, it's time to take the New Year as an opportunity to begin anew.

author’s note:

Part of a server exchange I did for @knitbelove :D. 

And, all of the prompts I’ve yet to put on ao3... lolol