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crimium · 7 days ago

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Mandela's Leftovers Vol. 1 - False Miracles

Merry Christmas, everyone! Today I have a special gift to share.

Today, I'd like to go over some of the unused, extra, and prototype content that I made for my game, False Miracles. Think of it as sort of a look-back on everything I've done this year.

Well, let's get started!

Concept Art / Character Concepts

Aero

Aero was the first character I ever designed specifically for False Miracles. He was meant to be a personification of the Frutiger Aero aesthetic, specifically inspired by Windows Aero design from Vista/7.

This was the first drawing I made of Aero, for a discord server art contest. I drew this around the time I was still making Aquatopia, so my art style was a bit different.

This is the rough sketch of their cut-in portraits. I decided to give him a more silly atmosphere, so I give them that :3 face, lol. Also, some people have said that his shoes look like crocs. That wasn't intentional, but perhaps I'll roll with it if it's the majority opinion.

Adrian Pélagique

I designed Adrian after I designed Aero. Frutiger Aero as an aesthetic often portrays both technology and aquatic life. While Aero was the technological side of things, Adrian was meant to represent the Aquatic aspect of it.

This is a drawing I made of him on a school whiteboard around the time I was developing the demo. He's probably my favorite to consistently draw.

This is the sketch of his cut-ins. It was also the drawing where I designed him. For many of the characters, I was improvising their design while drawing their cut-ins. At this point, Adrian did not have a color-scheme yet.

Þ (Thorn)

Thorn was designed after I designed Adrian. Another aspect of Frutiger Aero is nature and plants. So, Aero, Adrian, and Thorn are kind of like the Fruitger Aero personification trinity, lol.

This is a drawing I did of Thorn recently, I imagine this is her casual attire, when she's not gardening. Her fashion sense is inspired by my grandma.

And, her cut-in rough sketches. Like Adrian, her design was created on the spot.

Nisali Adriel

Unlike the last few characters, Nisali is not inspired by the Frutiger Aero aesthetic, because she's actually a character I created long before I created False Miracles, for a Dungeons and Dragons campaign. I still play her as a character in D&D regularly, actually!

This was the earliest design I could find for her, from a character sheet from around 2021-2022? Her design and clothes are quite different. Note she doesn't have her wings. If I remember correctly, they used to be retractable?

and here's the sketches of her final design. This is also the design I use in D&D campaigns where I play as her. Quite a bit has changed!

Onyx "Roadkiller" Schäfer

While Roadkiller isn't necessarily inspired by Frutiger Aero, they still have that 2000s air to them, and I think that aids the game. I wanted to design a character of rebellious nature, taking inspiration from alternative fashion.

I believe this is the first proper drawing I made of them. Not much changed from this and their final design, although they did not have a color scheme yet.

This is the cut-in rough sketches. I notice that I left some of the details that required line-less art out of the rough sketch, so I could do it later. I also had their tongue out in their boss attack pose, but got rid of it for some reason. I don't remember why lmao

Skyler Woods

People who've been following me for a while probably knew about this character before False Miracles. I featured them as the main character of an old album of mine called "Into the Woods" which is very old now, lol.

Some old art I made of them in like, 2022? Meant for a sequel album to Into the Woods that I never ended up making.

Eventually I repurposed them for False Miracles as a sort of tribute to my old work. I also like them as a character, and wanted to use them more. Perhaps they can appear in all my work as a sort of sign that what you're looking at is made by me, or something.

Other / Misc

The sketch I made for Magu's sprite. Magu is a guest character, and was created by @d6ggyb0x. So if you want more of Magu, go follow him!!

This is art of Skyler and Thorn when they were younger. I'd imagine this is what they looked like in High School.

Originally, I wanted there to be alt-color palettes for you to choose from. These are ones I made for the demo, that I never ended up implementing.

Unused Assets

These are graphics that I planned on using in-game, but never did.

Unused Achievements

These are icons for achievements that I never ended up implementing due to time constraints. The first one was for clearing all Story Mode routes, and the other two were for clearing a match without using lives or bombs.

Unused Border

Originally, I wanted to include mini-games or something like that, sort of like Plants Vs. Zombies. This would've been the graphic used for those, since you wouldn't be competing against a CPU in some of them. This was scrapped pretty early on, because I thought it might've been too much of a task to implement. Maybe I might try something like this in the future.

Unused Staff-roll images

These were two graphics I wanted to use in the staff roll. Instead of the scrolling city, I wanted this image to pan from the grass up to the sky. It's a picture I took myself, but when I tested it out, the image quality was too low when zoomed in. So I never used it. The ball would've bounced around the screen, but I threw it out because I thought it might be too distracting.

Unused Music

These are songs that I wanted to be in the game, but I threw out before release.

*Note: The songs you hear were originally composed in Online Sequencer, but were remade in LMMS like the other songs to be accurate to the final version of the game.

Aquarium ~Vibraphone Version~

This was an unused version of Adrian's theme. The version you hear in game would've played normally, but when Adrian sent over a boss attack, it would switch to this version.

This would've been a cool concept, but ultimately with how limiting Scratch is as an engine, would've been a nightmare to implement. So I didn't use it.

Photosynthesis

This was originally meant to be Thorn's theme. When I was first creating Thorn as a character, I imagined her with a more bratty, childish attitude, but as I started designing her more and more and started writing for her, she changed to a more motherly, optimistic and friendly character, so ended up making a new theme for her. This one is okay, but in retrospect, I'm kind of glad I never used it. I think Serenity fits Thorn much better.

Looking back on this year, I'm really happy with how much I was able to accomplish this year. There were times where I thought I would never even finish this project, but I'm glad I did it. Thank you so much for sticking around. Happy Holidays, and I hope you have a Happy New Year!!

-Crimium

#false miracles #mandela's leftovers #crimium art

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cantuscorvi · 12 hours ago

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It was no short of a Christmas miracle to have Raum at home — bundled up in the clean, warm sheets like some sickly thing. Nezumi didn’t often have the luxury of having Raum all to himself in mornings — or afternoons. No less having him home for a whole day. No meetings. No annoying charity events. No luncheons with business partners. No business trips. Just the two of them and a cup of warm mulled wine that made the whole house smell like Christmas spices.

Nezumi set the tray with two steaming cups on the nightstand, then crawled under their shared blanket and back into the warmth of Raum’s arms. He curled himself around Him, head in the angle of Raum’s neck and arms and legs wrapped around.

“I’ve made a whole pot. It’s downstairs — we can get absolutely smashed today, what do you say? And then we watch stupid Christmas movies and eat until we’re sick.”

@nezumivc103221

Despite how he’d gotten used to Nezumi’s demented wriggling at night, Raum was still liable to stir when he felt him leave the bed. His eyes didn’t open as the warmth and weight of another person left him. Rather, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

One of Raum’s hands blindly touched some remnant of him as he departed — a wrist, an ankle? He couldn’t bother to tell in his half-asleep state. A low, barely conscious grunt of displeasure escaped from somewhere between the pillows.

But he wasn’t getting up. For once in a while, he didn’t have to.

With a huff, he rolled over to the cooler spot Nezumi left behind and drifted back to sleep.

He was roused again by the soft thud of the tray against the nightstand — a familiar creature digging its way into his peace, tucking itself against him, along with a certain sweet, spicy scent.

“Mrgh,” was his eloquent response. Without fully waking, he instinctively drew Nezumi closer, tucking his tousled head under his chin. Sleep clung to him like molasses, even as he shook his head at the thought of watching a string of horridly cheesy Christmas movies.

“One film.” He grumbled, his eyes finally prying open when he felt Nezumi start to move again. Raum’s arm snaked covetously around his back to thwart a potential escape. For now.

“My relatives sent a Stollenkrantz. If you like it.”

#nezumivc103221 #ask #( dulce periculum ; raum & nezumi )#v: undercover #no icons for this i don't have any that fit #he's sleeeepy #watch him fall asleep again half way though die hard #that's the movie he would probably choose btw lmao

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cocoscurios · 5 days ago

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The Hour, The Spot, the Look, the Words Chapter Commentary

Chapter Five: Mistletoe Fun to have reached this chapter commentary, given today's posting!

It had been a quiet but cheerful Christmas, their first together, and the Gardiners and Georgiana had all retired for the night. I realized, the day before posting this in 2020, that I should probably have a Christmas-themed vignette for Christmas. Nothing like planning ahead so you don't have to do things at the last minute! Elizabeth, with a sigh of contentment, waited for her husband in the hall. She felt warm, and pleasantly sleepy, and happier than she thought was strictly decent. It was a lovely feeling.

“Mistletoe," she said slyly as she heard Fitzwilliam's footsteps approach. She glanced upward and he followed her gaze.

“Where did it come from, I wonder?” he asked.

She stood on her toes, tugging gently on his cravat, pulling him closer. I gave Elizabeth my height and my hair (4'11"; wildly curly) because... why not? But really, I probably would have made her short anyway (we have hints that she's slight from canon). She gets to do fun, sexy things like pulling Darcy down into kisses by his cravat. Plus, I just think the image of tall, strapping Darcy and petite little Elizabeth works so well with their dynamic.

“I do not find that I care very much,” she whispered, and kissed him.

“Nor I,” he said with a slow smile when she had done, his eyes still closed. “But I did not notice it there earlier.”

“It is a Christmas miracle,” she breathed, and drew him to her once more. The first version of this piece stopped here. I always knew that it was Darcy who planted the mistletoe, but I was keeping it ambiguous for ~mysterious reasons.~

***

“I know it was you,” she said later in bed, murmuring into his neck. ...And then I was like, NOPE. Maybe it was self-indulgent, and maybe it would have been cooler to leave it open-ended, but I personally think it became more effective when I spelled it out.

“I beg your pardon?”

“The mistletoe.”

“I will not dignify such a baseless accusation with a response,” he scoffed.

But she felt him smile against the top of her head as they both drifted off to sleep. I will just reiterate my author's note on this one: Darcy marries Elizabeth and unleashes his inner scamp, I will not be told otherwise and will not be accepting criticism (it is Elizabeth-specific scampery).

#hslw chapter commentary

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forasecondtherewedwon · 2 years ago

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2022 End-of-Year Fic Review

Thanks for tagging me, @aadmelioraa!! :)

1. What is your AO3 account?

ForASecondThereWedWon

2. How many words did you write total in 2022?

According to AO3, 218,766 words.

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

59 total—4 multi-chapter fics and 55 one-shots.

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

Longest:

Love Me Like You Drew 30,585 words | Nancy x Ace | E | Nancy Drew

Shortest:

“Rug Chat” 284 words | Bess x Addy | M | Nancy Drew

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

Ok, I’ve crunched the numbers because considering kudos alone undervalues anything written for a smaller fandom that actually went over very well in terms of the hits-to-kudos ratio (a reader was interested, they clicked on the fic, they indicated enjoyment by leaving kudos).

Most popular based on kudos alone:

“Perpetuatin’ Prophesy” (Top Gun: Maverick)

“An All-American January Christmas” (Hawkeye)

“Time and Tide Wait for Hangman” (Top Gun: Maverick)

Least popular based on kudos alone:

“Fender Is the Night” (Dollface)

“Finding Georgiana” (Sanditon)

“Rug Chat” (Nancy Drew)

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

My only expectation for anything I write is that it makes me happy. If other people enjoy it, wonderful! I’m not concerned with how it “performs.”

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

Again, the “performing” thing...

But everything I threw at the Top Gun: Maverick fandom went over absurdly well. The first fic I posted there was “Don’t Say Uncle.”

8. What was your favourite fic you wrote from 2022?

Gonna list a few because I can!!

“Consecutive Miracles” (Top Gun: Maverick)

“Horizontally Speaking” (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel)

“Sailors’ Hands” (Why Didn’t They Ask Evans?)

Love Me Like You Drew (Nancy Drew)

“An All-American January Christmas” (Hawkeye)

9. What was your favourite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

I can’t remember what I read, because I haven’t read very much fanfic in the last couple of years. My fandom involvement has not been great!

10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!

Since it’s no longer the end of the year but the beginning of the next year, feel free to tag yourselves if you haven’t done one of these yet and would like to!

#tag game #my writing #stan thyself #Nancy Drew #The Wilds #Top Gun: Maverick #Hawkeye #A Discovery of Witches #ADoW #Dollface #Sanditon #The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #TMMM #Why Didn't They Ask Evans?#WDTAE

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clarktooncrossing · 1 year ago

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Giraffe's Eye View: Christmas Specials Special (2023) | Mickey's Once Upon a Christmas

Chestnuts are roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost is nipping at your nose. Mom and dad can hardly wait for school to start again. All the dogs in the neighborhood somehow learned to bark Jingle Bells in sync. Yet retail workers are still more annoyed with Mariah Carey. Snow is getting shoveled, tossed, and formed into sentient beings leading parades without permits. It makes for an excellent distraction as the Krampus abducts children for bad behavior. Fruitcake is exchanged only to find its permanent home in the garbage. Terrorists have hijacked the Holiday office party right before your boss can give you a Jelly of the Month Club membership as your bonus. And of course, the Turducken has returned to wreak its fiery vengeance upon an unsuspecting world! If all this doesn’t put you in the Christmas spirit, perhaps these following Holiday specials will!

Greetings people of today and robots of tomorrow! It is I, Santa Clark, your geeky giraffe friend with a deep love of Christmas! My obsession for the yuletide is rivaled only by Maleficent’s hatred for it, which is saying a lot considering she once teamed up with Mad Madam Mim to kidnap the literal Spirit of Christmas. Yes, that really happened. I know this due to my annual pilgrimage to the Island of Misfit Specials, home to obscure or nerdy festive media ranging from movies, TV episodes, and comics. It’s no easy journey. Constantly I find myself confronted by sinister snowmen, genocidal gingerbread men, and worst of all, crappy commercials. Getting stabbed in the foot by a candy-cane wielding cookie is one thing, but I swear I’ve seen that ad for Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium more times than I’ve seen Miracle on 34th Street! Sometimes at night I catch myself reciting that jingle. Wilbur’s White Elephant Gift Emporium: Where Christmas meets Convenience! Huh, maybe Maleficent had a point.

Nah, my deep-rooted appreciation for this time of year can weather even the most moronic marketing! It helps that most of the merry media I’ve seen have put me in the perfect Holiday mood! Examples include the time a Ninja Turtle found himself trapped in a truck full of stollen toys, a drunk department store Santa stumbling onto a wish-granting magic bag, Big Bird nearly becoming a popsicle, Gwenpool waking up in a world where Galactus took the place of jolly ol’ Saint Nicholas, a terrifying tree stump trying to slaughter some saps over a stupid ship war, and the year when Death gave the Little Match Girl the greatest gift of all. Needless to say, I thought I had seen it all. That is, until I took my friends on a trip to the Island, tasking them to find me new, strange, seasonal specials to review! Some of them were fair, finding me festive favorites as comforting as coco in front of the fireplace. Others were fiendish, wanting to feed off my misery like Gremlins after midnight. Regardless of how naughty or nice my companions were, I’ve compiled all of their suggestions into a makeshift advent calendar! So stay tuned everyday until Christmas to see how badly my buddies can shred what little sanity I have left.

On the fourteenth day of Christmas, my buddies gave to me...

One of my oldest memories is watching Mickey’s Once Upon a Christmas with my family every year when I was younger. Little Clark always got excited when his mom popped that tape into the VCR. There was always something so magical about this movie that drew me in each December. If nothing else it was one of the few highlights in Disney’s direct-to-video catalog. Much as I could complain about the follow ups to The Little Mermaid, Mulan, or Brother Bear, I’d gladly take any of these turds over the live-action remakes any day. Especially when said sequels exceeded expectations every so often. This festive anthology is such an example. Honestly, it's a wonder why I haven’t talked about it until now. Thank goodness the totally tubular Tiger (AnimatedTigerGirl) gave me an excuse to do so. Without any further ado, let’s see what awaits us under the tree.

Nestled neatly beneath an immaculate evergreen are three special presents; a boat, a teddy bear, and a miniature sleigh. Each represents an original short, the first being Donald Duck: Stuck on Christmas. Actually, putting the foul-tempered foul’s name in the title is a bit misleading since the story actually focuses on Huey, Dewey, and Louie (Russi Taylor). Like most kids on Christmas, they wake up early to eagerly tear into the presents, ignore their relatives in favor of playing with their new toys, then end the day by pigging out on a traditional turkey dinner. Wait, turkey?! Good lord, they’re cannibals! Between this and Woodstock from A Charlie Brown Christmas, my current theory is that all animated avifauna are anthropologists! Seriously, why is this a recurring trend in media? Another common cliche utilized is wishing upon a star, the boys begging for Christmas everyday. You fools! This is a Disney movie, doing that’s actually effective here! And unlike Timmy Turner or Elmo, these birdbrains end up with the same exact Christmas. It’s like Groundhog Day, minus the suicide montage. Instead we get Uncle Donald (Tony Anselmo) butchering breakfast, sloppy kisses from Aunt Gertie (Tress MacNeille), and Scrooge (Alan Young) singing hoaky carols on the piano. Give the geezer a break boys, these three ghosts gave him a hard time about being a humbug. No carols equals chains for the rest of his afterlife. Whether that’d be worse than experiencing the same day on loop is up for debate. Either way the boys quickly become bored getting stuck in a constant rerun. Not even adding their typical brand of mischief helps, so eventually they elect to plan a perfect Christmas for everybody. They even sacrifice the sleds gifted from Donald to craft him a crude one-man boat. A boat that falls apart almost immediately. Like the song says, he gets stuck with all the bad luck. Overall, Stuck on Christmas is fine, if not a tad repetitive. You’ve seen this type of tale told a million times before and know exactly what to expect. It’s not bad by any means, a lot of the jokes landing perfectly. Still, out of the three plots presented, this is the weakest one.

Fortunately A Very Goofy Christmas makes up for that! Max (Shaun Fleming) is confronted by a conflict of faith when his neighbor Pete (Jim Cummings) declares that Santa isn’t real. Pete, this is exactly why Peg packed up and left with the kids! How can you shatter a child’s dreams like that? Oh right, cuz like Yamai Ren and Lord Zedd, you have a permanent place on the Naughty List. Serves you right for kidnapping Minnie for all those years. Still, his words sting Max, much to the dismay of his father Goofy (Bill Farmer). Like always he’s the best cartoon dad, comforting his son as best he can while also providing a hot meal for his struggling neighbors. Y’know, whenever he’s not wrecking a mall or burning his butt. The absurdity of Goofy escaping a giant ornament Indiana Jones style balances out nicely with the drama centered around his son’s dilemma. It all comes to a boil when Max catches his pop pretending to be Santa, prompting the dippy dog to prove that the festive fatman isn’t a fake. All of his attempts fail, even sending him flailing off the roof. By then Max doesn’t care, just wanting his old man to smile again. Thus he turns the tables and dresses up like Kris Kringle to fool his father, nearly falling off the roof himself. In the end they embrace, happy that they have each other regardless of whether Santa exists or not. Given this is a cartoon produced by Disney though, Saint Nick naturally shows up to give Max a snowboard before burying Pete’s house in snow. A perfect ending to my favorite segment. Granted, Goofy is one of my all time favorite characters, so I might be biased here. Still, having been harassed over my own belief in Santa makes this story very relatable to me. The fact that Goofy nearly catches pneumonia trying to convince his son that there’s still magic in the world hits me right in the feels. Out of these three plotlines, this one’s easily the best.

In a close second is our last segment, Mickey and Minnie's Gift of the Magi. Both Mickey (Wayne Allwine) and Minnie (Taylor) are dreaming of giving each other the perfect present. Problem is neither of them have any money. A relatable conundrum if ever there was one. Each of them try to earn more at their crappy jobs, Mickey working for Pete as his tree lot while Minnie wraps packages at a department store. Sadly the former gets fired for helping a family find a cheaper tree as opposed to his boss’s ridiculously overpriced ten-footers. Again Pete, you should know better. What family actually wants a tree that tall? Asides from the Griswolds, I mean. Imagine the hassle trying to decorate the darn thing. I say as if he cares. Pete’s so furious he steals Mickey’s tips, which I’m pretty sure is illegal. Though the blow heart's gonna need that money after he sets his forest on fire. Maybe now that family can afford those ten footers! Things aren’t much better for Minnie, her boss Mortimer (Jeff Bennett) giving her a fruitcake as a bonus. Minnie proceeds to loudly declare him to be a heartless, brainless, dickless, fatass piece of monkey shit. Hallelujah! She then walks home with a fruitcake, no job, and in need of Tylenol. Left with no other options, both give up what they value most in order to give the other a gift, a scene that’s as sweet as it sounds. Adding to the cuteness is Wayne and Russi’s performance as the duo, the two having actually been married in real life. It’s killing me with cuteness! The only reason I don’t consider this the best of the lot is because of the admittedly simplistic story. Goofy trying to catch Claus was just more compelling to me. Regardless, Gift of the Magi is the perfect conclusion to this trilogy of shorts. That is if all the characters didn’t come together to sing a medley of merry tunes.

Here’s how you can tell someone watched something way too often: when they can sing along to the SheDAISY rendition of “Deck the Halls" that plays over the credits. Like I said, this was a seasonal staple in my house when I was younger and still is to this day. The same sadly can’t be said for Mickey’s Twice Upon a Christmas, but that’s a story for another day. For now, I hope I’ve expressed just how much this movie fills me with joy! It’s made so many wonderful memories for my family and I over the years. Just like I hope it will with my children, and their children, and their children after that. Regardless of what you watch this year, go make some memories with the people you love.

But seriously though, NO MORE NUTCRACKERS!

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landscaping-my-life · 1 year ago

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8/15/23 - Day 4

I feel a lot better than yesterday. I’m going to break my story into five parts that my entrepreneur coach Perry Marshall illustrated in his daily short emails - Memory of paradise, reluctant hero, orphan hero, unexpected victory, devastating defeat, a moment of grace, hero gets the kingdom. Hopefully, this will provide a structure, each stage acting like a prompt, so my landscape of my life doesn’t just fly out in unorganized information, as I write. I’m going to go with memory of paradise today… cause’ boy do I ever have a memory of paradise.

It is so far back in my past, that I could swear it is another spiritual dimension. Like magic exists, and I could be flipped into this dimension, where the laws of physics are different.

My most fond memory, or one of, should I say, as there are so many fond memories and every moment is rather beautiful - is when I was in a pool. I must have been 4, maybe 5, maybe even younger. There was a ring, and the pool was inside, a few little horses on the side to ride. I was so so so so so happy. The pool felt like a miracle!

Another one - my mother was with me on a pink blanket and baby talking to me and goofing off with me. I think I remember this because although this happened while I was an infant, I later saw the tape, and remembered how that felt. And I remember seeing the tape and remembering remembering how I felt. That’s actually pretty cool that that happened like that.

When I was 8, I sang karaoke songs to Barbie Princess and The Pauper. I remember being very mesmerized by Princess Anneliese’s pink gown with tulle, and thinking it was the most beautiful thing ever. Her blonde curls were long and perfect-looking. My Barbie nightgown was pink and long, and had tulle on the shoulder area. It felt magical.

I watched Aladdin King of Thieves, and felt that that world could be real, even though I knew it was not, it felt real. There were flying carpets, and a golden hand that can turn everything it touches into gold, galloping horses, and a flower made of jewels.

And… this one brings tears to my eyes…

Christmas when I was 8… all I wanted was that beautiful Swan Lake Barbie Doll with its crystal blue gown, spread out like a perfect flower, glittering like the stars. And when I opened my present on Christmas, there it was! I shouted “Look!” as I held it up, my heart soaring.

When I was 7 I went to Disney World. My brother and I rode in a wagon my parents pulled around. I had on different colorful dresses, and a soft princess crown. I put different jewels of the princesses on it. A cast member bowed to me twice and said “Hello, Princess”.

And then there were those times I went to China. I had my Dumbo Backpack. And my brother had his Flick Backpack. There were calabashes that I had seen in my favorite cartoons - on sale in booths, which was really exciting to actually be able to get one. There were fans that had glitter, and color on them, that I loved. One was white with orange blossoms, the other was purple.

Then, there was that Biography I made in third grade. I was so excited about it. It was made of construction paper. I brought photos of my family from home. It was laminated, which made it feel so important. It was tied with strings. I drew a border around the red cover with a purple marker. It was titled “An Artistic Life”. There was a picture of me as a baby and my father in a green yard, on the front. There was a picture of me at 5 on the back, of green construction paper.

I had other kids say that their parents got teary-eyed when they saw it, and there was one that full-on cried. I didn’t get it then, but now I do, because I am crying as I write this.

It's the bridge between my unexplainable experience as a child, and my experience right now. The unexplainable joy and wonder she felt while creating it, I can see just by looking at it. And it's the thought of how if my child brought something like that home, I would cry.

And its the realization that - that's all I want to feel right now, and that’s why I fight as hard as I do with Nate, and use such violent words.

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justhere4thevibez · 1 year ago

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Hello, my friends! I'm working steadily on this story, but since I'm heading to my parents today and this fic is nowhere near done (I'm 1500 words in and barely past the beginning 😅), I probably won't be able to perform a Christmas miracle. However! Here's a little snippet from what I do have written. Enjoy!

She ducked inside the store, where it was blessedly warm and inviting. An older woman waved at her from behind the counter, and Chrissy offered up a nod before going off in search of sustenance. She gazed longingly at a delicious-looking prepared sandwich before turning in resignation to the salads. She really should be watching her calories… No. She didn’t live under her mother’s thumb anymore, so she could eat whatever she damn well pleased. And she wanted that sandwich. Chrissy reached for it, but she made contact with a warm and calloused hand instead. Jolting, she drew back and looked up into the face of the most gorgeous person she’d ever seen. Long, curly hair framed a face that would’ve looked intimidating were it not for the warm, inviting brown eyes staring down at her curiously. “Sorry,” she breathed, just as he said the same. They broke out in matching smiles, and the man bowed low, offering her a chance to grab the sandwich. “After you, milady,” he said, flourishing his ring-laden hands. “Oh, I shouldn’t,” she said, backing up a little. “You can have it.” “No, I insist,” he said, clasping his hands pleadingly. “I can’t let a stranger in town go hungry.” His eyes widened, and he looked stricken for a moment. “Sorry, did that sound stalkery? I just, uh, pretty much know everybody, and I don’t know you. But I swear I’m not, like, a serial killer or anything—” “Thanks,” she said, stifling a giggle as she finally reached for the sandwich. “You don’t seem like the serial killer type, anyway.” “Thank fuck,” he said, wiping imaginary sweat off his brow. “I can’t have my reputation diminished any further.” He stuck out his hand. “Eddie, by the way. In case you’re not looking to be a stranger around here for long.” “Chrissy,” she said, taking it. His hand was soft and warm, gentle despite its sinewy strength. “And I don’t know how long I’ll be here, but it’s nice to meet you.” “Well, I’m over at the bookstore if you ever want to stop by,” he said. “It would be my pleasure to introduce you to the many wonders of Munson’s Used Books.” “I’ll remember that,” she said, stepping up to the counter. Chrissy set down the sandwich and a bottled water and, on an impulse, she grabbed a packet of Starburst candies. She would’ve preferred something hot to drink, too, but maybe later. There was probably at least one coffee shop in this town. Maybe Eddie wouldn’t mind showing her around.

Merry Christmas Eve to you all!!!

Hellcheer Hallmark Holiday

Alrighty friends, I am doing a poll (that's not really a poll) inspired by a post I saw floating around on here awhile back. I want to do a Christmas shortfic (maybe a oneshot, maybe a two- or threeshot) for hellcheer, but I don’t have an idea with that ✨️sizzle✨️ that makes the fingers go clickety click on the keyboard. SO. I'm crowdsourcing said sizzle! In the comments below, I'd love for you to write one word/phrase answers to three questions to help me set and plot my shortfic:

Job: what cheesy or classic employment does one of our mains have? (I reserve the right to pick WHICH main gets said job 😏)

Side character: what ST beloved MUST be in this fic? (You may elaborate here, but I might finagle it a bit to my liking 😉)

Plot device: what classic hallmark shenaniganry should I include to get our intrepid mains together? (This is a lighthearted/fluffier fic, so nothing too devastating pls)

You have until... whenever I say... to offer suggestions! Thanks in advance, my loves!

#hellcheer #snippet #christmas

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thegreatbigfourmain · 2 years ago

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“Let’s see… what do you think Pascal?” asked a certain blonde as she held her arm up to show her reptile her latest masterpiece. It was a drawing of her latest obsession; a sun surrounding by whorls of purples and pinks. Markers were sprawled about her coffee table from the night before as the images of snowflakes and the moon flooded her mind. She went to bed smiling of what new beautiful inklings she would draw up in the morning. And just as it rose, she dreamt of the sun.

Her chameleon friend squeaked in response to his human’s creation. Her emerald eyes brightened at how her intricate designs were able to work well on her forearm. As she snuggled up into her couch with her knees to her chest, an idea worked its way to her mind. Grabbing a brown marker, she drew a pirate ship on her thigh where it meets the knee. She used a black marker to outline the sails and shade in anything that needed it. After half an hour, a boastful ship looked back at her with waves accompanying the bottom.

“Oh! I forgot I have to go to the store after work! Let’s see, I need eggs, hazelnut, milk…” Rapunzel listed off her list of groceries while she wrote it down on her left hand. When she finished, she glanced over to her clock that yelled how late she would be if she didn’t start getting ready that very second.

Scrabbling around her apartment to ready for her work at her bakery, she settled on purple pants and a pastel pink sweater suitable for the winter that’s crept into the city of Burgess. She blew a kiss to Pascal before heading out the door. The crisp air hit her the moment she stepped outside, causing her button nose to turn a slight pink tint. Rapunzel always loved the walk from her apartment to her bakery, passing by her fellow business partners and friends. The flower shop displayed new bouquets for the holidays, bookstores straightened out Christmas romance books out on the window, and coffee shops smelling of new peppermint drinks filled the air as she past by.

She always loved this time of year due to how the city is blanketed by snow and lights on the trees in the streets. It all looked so magically, as if miracles were meant to happen during this time. It always filled her heart knowing that this is that season of giving and new beginnings. It gave her hope of there being something around the corner waiting for her discover. She just couldn’t put her finger on what it could be.

Rapunzel made her way into her bakery with a bright smile on her lips to start another day. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

Yet.

A white haired male was next to come up to the register, placing a chocolate muffin on the counter. As he did so, Rapunzel could have sworn she saw a grocery list on his left hand at the exact spot she had hers. But it all happened so fast, she wasn’t sure.

“Umm, just this for today sir?” Rapunzel smiled as she brushed off the strange consequence to focus on the job at hand. He wore a navy blue jacket with ripped jeans and a plain white t-shirt. His black rimmed glasses didn’t hide the brow piercing he had that she couldn’t stop admiring on him. It seemed to match so well with his personality.

“I’d buy the whole store if I could, it all looks so good,” he chuckled a bit, his pearly whites shinning through his dashing smile that Rapunzel couldn’t help but notice. His baby blue eyes sparkled as he smiled, causing her stomach to do an astoundingly amount of flips.

“Oh well if that’s the case, please come back to try it all. It’s made fresh every morning by our staff and I,” the blonde responded with a bright smile of her own. If she didn’t know any better, she recognized a faint blush flushing his cheeks no doubt mirroring hers.

“Hard to pass that up. Thank you,” the beautiful stranger said with head tilt towards her and went on his way after paying. Even as she knew he was long gone, that didn’t calm down her nerves at how charming he was. Nor did the desire to have more of a compelling conversation leave her sense.

With a wistful sigh, she called for the next guest to ring them up.

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“Oh! I forgot to write down fruit for Pascal,” remembered Rapunzel, grabbing a pen from her purse to write it down on her left hand. Once the work day was over, she hurried out to get everything on her grocery list and get back home to her friend.

She stopped in front of the coffee shop as she did so, hearing the bell atop of the door every time someone opened it. The smell of peppermint nearly made her float towards it on such a beautiful winter day. Perhaps some other time, she thought.

A soft gasp left her lips as her eyes widen at the writing that magically appeared on her hand.

‘I finally found you’ it read.

Confused, Rapunzel looked around to find a crowd waiting their turn to cross the street. It wasn’t until her emerald eyes met those icy blue irises that flooded her thoughts the moment they met.

The man from her bakery.

He stood there watching her, a warm smile tugging at the corner of his lips. She looked down to see that he held a pen in his hand.

As if being pulled by a magnetic force, she was drawn to him through the crowd, the male doing the same. Once they stood in front of each other, it was as if they were the only 2 people in the entire world.

“Did, did you write that? Just now?” she questioned.

He let out a low chuckle, raising his left hand where her grocery list was and the words he wrote himself where.

“I’ve always wondered who would be so creative enough to draw suns and moons in the middle of the night or the crack of dawn. I especially enjoyed your pirate ship this morning,” he grinned at his blonde soulmate.

Rapunzel blushed at the statement, questions waiting to be asked over dinner or coffee to this man who could very much be the miracle she’s been waiting for this season.

He held out his hand, which she took eagerly.

“Jack.”

“Rapunzel.”

“So, you’re an artist huh?”

#soulmate au #drabble #writing #I absolutely loved writing this #jackunzel #disney #tangled #dreamworks #rise of the guardians #I also didn’t proofread this for grammar stuff I kinda just wrote and I think it’s sweet short and cute #god I miss writing

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motherofdragonflies · 2 years ago

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A Very Prompty Christmas Day 13: Sleigh Ride

It made sense that the day after the calendar gave them snow, there would be a tiny sleigh behind door number twelve.

It was beautiful: painted red, with gold trim on the curls and the runners, and soft padding on the bench seat, it was a perfect sleigh in miniature. Dean nursed his cup of coffee and watched as Jack turned the sleigh this way and that in his hands, examining every inch of it.

“But how does it move?” he asked, sliding a finger along the underside of the runners. “It doesn’t have any wheels.”

“That’s because it goes on snow, not the road,” Dean said. “It slides along the top of the snow, and it gets pulled by horses. Or reindeer.”

Jack’s eyes opened wide, and his face filled with hopeful excitement and Dean, recognising the expression, braced himself for the question in three…two…one…

“Can we go for a ride in a sleigh?”

Thankfully, Dean knew the answer to this one.

“Go ask Eileen,” he said, and Jack immediately returned the tiny wooden sleigh to its spot in the calendar and hurried out of the kitchen to find Eileen. It wasn’t passing the buck: Dean knew that Eileen had researching Christmas-themed activities in the greater Lebanon area, and if anyone knew where Jack could be able to ride a horse- (or reindeer-) drawn sleigh, it was going to be Eileen.

Unfortunately, the answer wasn’t a good one.

“There’s nobody doing it locally,” she said, following Jack as he returned to the kitchen, shoulders slumped in disappointment. “The closest sleigh ride I could find was in Kansas City.”

Kansas City was a good four-hour drive away from Lebanon, longer if Dean drove to the snowy, icy conditions. Dean was no stranger to long drives, but even he drew the line at an eight (or nine, or ten) hour round trip just for a few minutes on a sleigh.

“Sorry, kid,” Dean said, clapping Jack on the shoulder in sympathy.

“But the calendar!” Jack exclaimed. “Why would the calendar give us a sleigh today if we can’t ride in one?”

“I don’t know, Jack,” Dean said honestly, wondering himself, and starting to worry. If they couldn’t go to a sleigh, would a sleigh come to them? Dean suddenly had visions of the Bunker coming under attack by some kind of monster riding in on a one-horse open sleigh. Maybe another kind of evil Santa.

Jack’s brow furrowed as he puzzled out the problem of how to fulfil the advent calendar’s promise. Dean’s stomach dropped as Jack’s eyes lit up. Jack’s decision-making abilities had never been his strong suit (considering the kid was a toddler, Dean couldn’t really blame him) and absorbing Chuck and Amara’s power hadn’t given him wisdom, just a much, much greater ability to carry out whatever decision he had made.

“I know!” Jack said, and even as Dean started to ask Jack to wait, to hold on, to stop, Jack clicked his fingers and disappeared.

“Where did he go?” Eileen asked, looking around the kitchen, and then at Dean.

Dean shook his head slowly. “I don’t know,” he said slowly. “But we better go find him before he does something stupid.”

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They searched all over the Bunker (and there was a lot of Bunker to search) and found no sign of Jack. Tan (not Tim or Tad, but Tan, short for Tanner, Dean learnt) suggested putting Miracle on the case and so Dean told the dog to “find Jack, boy! Go on, find Jack!” and let Miracle loose. The dog snuffled around the library for a few minutes before picking up Jack’s scent and bounding down the stairs, past the Map Table, and out of the War Room, Dean hot on his heels.

Down the hall Miracle ran, fluffy ears flapping. He ran down the stairs, picking up speed as he went, and Dean clattered after him. Dean’s boots rang as he pounded down the hall, sliding around corners until Miracle let out a joyous bark and ran over to Jack, jumping to plant his front paws on Jack’s stomach, tail wagging with happiness at doing a good job.

Dean sprinted into the garage after Miracle and skidded to a halt, staring in horror at the sight in front of him.

Jack was in the middle of the garage, beaming at Dean, hands ruffling Miracle’s fur, standing next to…

…a horse-drawn sleigh.

“What the fuck?” Dean breathed, taking in the sight before him. Four giant horses with gleaming black coats and black manes and shaggy black feet, hitched to a shiny black sleigh, with silver runners and trim and creamy bench seats that Dean could tell were leather even from there.

“It’s a sleigh!” Jack said proudly. “Now we can have sleigh rides!”

“Jack…” Dean stared in shocked disbelief at the sleigh and the horses. Where had Jack managed to get his hands on a sleigh and four horses? Howhad he got them down into the garage? And…

“Jack…” Dean asked slowly, forcing himself to breathe normally, trying to stay calm.“Where is the Impala?”

“Oh,” Jack said, pushing Miracle down and facing Dean, his smile slipping from his face. “Well—“

“Jack Kline. Do not tell me you turned Baby into a FUCKING HORSE DRAWN SLEIGH!”

Dean could see it now. The sleigh, which Dean had first taken to black-painted wood, was definitely the body of the Impala, the doors and hood and trunk transformed into the sides and front and back of the sleigh. The chrome front and back bumpers had been stretched and curved to make the runners, while the seats—the seats!—had been transformed into two long benches inside, and Dean assumed that the engine (with its 155 horsepower) was currently chewing on its bits and tossing its head in irritation in front of him.

Red tinged at the edge of Dean’s vision. There was roaring in his ears and blood boiled his veins as Dean’s hands clenched into fists and he took a step towards Jack, noting with satisfaction the look of panic on Jack’s face, the way the boy took a step backwards in fear. Yeah, he ought to be afraid. Dean had only just got Baby fixed up after she had been maimed in the Target parking lot and now…now…

Dean stopped as a large hand wrapped around his upper arm and held him tightly. “Dean,” a voice warned urgently from beside him, and Dean dragged his eyes away from Jack, who was gulping nervously and running his hands through his hair to see Sam restraining him. Behind him were the rest of the rag-tag crew of hunters that had been searching for Jack, all of them frozen in horror at the sight before them.

“Sam—“ Dean growled.

“You can’t,” Sam told him simply.

“He—“

“I know,” Sam soothed.

“And—“

“I know,” Sam replied. “But you can’t hurt him. That’s Jack.”

“Horses, Sam,” Dean said in outrage. “He turned my Baby into fucking horses!”

“And I’m sure he’ll be able to put it all back, right, Jack?” Sam pitched his voice slightly louder, directing the question to Jack, who opened his mouth as if to object, looked at Dean, and shut it again very quickly before nodding.

“Aw, you not gonna let the kid take a ride?” came the disappointed voice of one of the hunters, and Sam’s grip around Dean’s arm tightened, preventing Dean from lunging at the man for the sheer audacity of asking such a thing. No, he wasn’t going to let Jack take a ride in the sleigh! Jack was going to snap his fingers or twitch his nose or do whatever it was he did to summon his God power to bring Baby back. Right now.

“Dean,” Sam said sharply.

Dean glared at the man and shot a look over at Jack, who was in a plaintive silent conversation with Eileen, hands flying too fast for Dean to even begin to make out any of the signs. Jack’s shoulders slumped and he hung his head, then turned and walked over to Dean.

“I’m sorry, Dean,” he said sadly.

Fingers squeezing hard enough that Dean knew there would be bruises later reminded Dean to play nice, and he took a deep breath (in through the nose, out through the mouth) before nodding an abrupt acceptance of Jack’s apology.

Sharp nails digging into the meat of his tricep and an expectant look from Eileen behind Jack made Dean grit his teeth. “Apology accepted,” he forced out. “You can’t just mess with other people’s things, Jack. That’s my car,” Dean said, the words rushing out before Sam or Eileen could stop him from saying them.

“I know,” Jack said, sounding so forlorn that a small part of Dean wanted to gather the kid into his arms and assure him that it was all going to be okay, but then one of the horses let out a loud whinny, and that small part was crushed as once again Dean realised his car, his beautiful, beloved car, was currently shitting on the garage floor. “I just—“

“Fix it. Now.” Dean’s voice was low and brooked no argument. With a sigh, Jack lifted a hand and snapped his fingers, and where the black-and-chrome sleigh with its four black horses had been the Impala appeared once more.

Dean broke free of Sam’s hold and rushed over to the Impala, running his hands over the hood, along her doors, inspecting every inch of her. “Oh, baby, what did he do to you?” he crooned to the car. “Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you’re alright.”

He barely noticed when Sam moved to wrap an arm around Jack’s shoulders and walked him from the garage, or when Eileen followed, rubbing soothingly at Jack’s back. He didn’t see the Tan gesture for Miracle to come or for the hunters to slowly make their way back upstairs. He only had eyes for the Impala.

Yes, alright. Maybe he’d overreacted a little. Alright, a lot. But the Impala was his, had been ever since Dean had turned eighteen, even more so after he rebuilt her from scratch after she’d been t-boned by a semi. He’d gripped her tight and raised her from the scrap heap, and the Impala and Dean had been together ever since. She was a part of his history, his and Sam’s, a keeper of memories, and no matter what happened, Baby was there for him. Family, friends, lovers: they came and went, but the Impala had always been there, the one thing he could count on.

Closing his eyes, Dean rested his forehead against the roof of the Impala and breathed, feeling tired now the thrum of adrenaline was no longer coursing through his body.

He’d have to apologise to Jack, of course. Kid hadn’t meant any harm, he’d just been excited about a sleigh ride. Infinite power without wisdom, omnipotence without impulse control. There was no fucking way that Dean would have let him take the Impala sleigh for a ride—can’t reward bad behaviour, otherwise the kids will never learn—but he could’ve been less…murderous about it. More understanding.

“Dammit, Cas, I wish you were here to tell me how to do this,” Dean whispered. “You always knew what to say to him, and I’m…I’m screwing up. Again.”

Feeling tears prickle at his eyes, Dean straighten and sucked in a deep breath. “Alright. First things first. Make sure you’re okay,” he told the Impala. “Then go apologise to Jack. And then go give that fucking calendar a piece of my mind,” he finished darkly.

Because it was definitely that fucking calendar’s fault.

This chapter was very much inspired by a @castielslostwings and @malmuses chapter of The Bad Santa Clause which is a delightful Christmas story that you should definitely go read if you haven’t already.

Come back tomorrow for Day 14: Tree Farm!

Day One: Advent Calendar

Day Two: Tinsel

Day Three: Ribbon

Day Four: Shopping

Day Five: Ugly Sweater

Day Six: Candy Canes

Day Seven: Christmas Spirit

Day Eight: Mistletoe

Day Nine: Gingerbread

Day Ten: Eggnog

Day Eleven: Naughty or Nice

Day Twelve: Snow

#spnxmasprompts #destiel #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #fix it fic

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thatgirlwritingficsatnight · 4 years ago

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Gift exchange

It’s Christmas Eve, and you’ve forgotten about your Christmas company party. Even worse you forgot to get a gift for the “not so secret Santa” - your company’s tradition. Wanna top it? Make it even worse? No problem. The person you were supposed to get a gift for? Your crush. Defsoul - the most talented, kindest and hottest person alive. What are you going to do now?

pairing: Lim Jaebeom (Defsoul) x reader

genre: smut, fluff, Jaebeom is a producer, Y/N is a manager

warnings: smut: daddy kink, light choking, ass play; foul language (please don’t read it if you’re not old enough)

words: 4989

A/N: TFW you try to write a GOT7 reaction, and you end up with one-shot. I know I’m kinda late with whole christmas theme but i wrote it last night and figured out I could post it anyway.

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You barely got to shut your eyes before your alarm tore you up from your dreams. It was nine in the morning, and you went to sleep at six AM because of your work. You groaned as you shuffled in bed cursing your job, three hours of sleep was not enough for anyone. Being manager of K-pop girl group was hard enough but being the manager in December when there was award show after award show and festivals - that was a nightmare. To other people December was equal to Christmas, gifts, parties, New Year's Eve but to you, it was synonymous with constant state of tiredness, your biggest wish right now was to spent Christmas break alone, just you and your bed. You sighed as you dragged yourself to shower. Girls had only slept for 5 hours, and you felt bad for them — not only were they invited to each award show that existed they also just have had a comeback. You could see how exhausted they were and yet your superiors still pushed for them to go to some stupid TV show on Christmas Eve. You got yourself ready and went to pick them up and get them to set.

The recording went smoothly, and you were already daydreaming about coming home early and passing out on your bed. It was six PM already, but you still had to drive girls home and step into the office for a bit. You sighed you'd be home eight PM at best - well it was still better than coming home at two or three AM. You were about to go and thank everyone for their hard work when your phone vibrated. It was your best friend and coworker.

"Hey Inha. What's up?"

"I wanted to check if you remember about the company party tonight."

You hit your forehead and groaned.

"OMG! You forgot! Have you bought a gift at least?"

"No..." you whined. You wanted to die. You had so much work lately that you've absolutely forgotten about that party — it was for staff only and each year you'd drew lots to pick the person you were supposed to give a gift to. It wasn't even secret Santa your boss simply came to conclusion that gift exchange would help out with forming friendships...

"Girl... Do you at least remember who you drew?"

Of course you remembered. How could you not. This was your lucky year, you got Defsoul the hottest, kindest and most talented person working for your label. You had a small crush on him since that day he gave up his coffee for you. You were falling asleep standing while girls were recording their vocals, and he chuckled at you before telling you to sit by him and drink some coffee. It probably meant nothing to him but that was one of the most stressful weeks in your life, and you weren't sleeping at all during that time — ITZY were about to make a debut, and you couldn't stop worrying over it. You remember how touched you were by this simple gesture, after all no one ever gave you coffee, usually you were the one getting it for other people. His looks certainly didn't help with your hopeless crush. He was H O T and not even simply hot, more like "I-look-like-an-idol" hot. He had a black mullet, piercing under his eye, he also had his nose and ears pierced to make matters worse for you he also had most hypnotizing almost feline-like eyes. Honestly you wondered why didn't he become an idol with a face and talent like that. After that one time, he would buy you a coffee whenever he had seen you and you two became somewhat close - you'd swing over his studio when girls had to train and talk about everything and nothing. He told you about his cats, his favorite restaurants, his passion for taking pictures and well you mostly told him about your job since you basically didn't have any private life - it really felt pathetic. He even took your photo once - telling you that the picture would help him later when he would be looking for inspiration (it is a mystery till this day how you haven't fainted that evening). One day you were waiting for girls to finish up their dance practice and fell asleep on one of the benches — it was difficult day for you since you haven't slept for twenty hours already (you had to fight off some crazy sasaengs and didn’t sleep whole night keeping an eye on their dorm — some would say you were overdoing it, but to you members of ITZY were like your little sisters). You woke up in his studio on his couch. He carried you there while you were asleep and tucked you in, covering you with his jacket. You were extremely embarrassed, apologetic and thankful at the same time. He chuckled at you before saying that it was okay and forced you to promise that you'd oversleep to work the very next day. Inha claimed he had a crush on you since he never treated her with the same kindness or anyone really. But you knew better, he was a good colleague. A good, extraordinarily attractive colleague you wanted to kiss and lick and...

"Hello? Earth to Y/N??" your friend snapped you from your thoughts.

"I have to go Inha! Thank you for reminding me! Love you!" You checked the time, there was no way you'd manage to drive girls back, buy a gift, get ready for a party and do all that without being late. You sighed you will have to improvise. You drove off girls and came back rushing straight to your apartment. The party started at 10 PM and you had to shower, somehow fix your sleep-deprived face and figure out how you're going to apologize to Def... You were home a few minutes before 8 rushing into your bedroom - at least you knew what you were going to wear. That would be the most expensive, or more like the only expensive piece of clothing you had — a birthday gift from girls. It was an oversized tuxedo jacket from Alexander Wang and you haven't worn it yet. You tried it on, it had quite deep cleavage, and exposed a lot of your legs, but you figured it would be ok for tonight. You smoothed out black velvety material before stepping out of it. You still had to shower and do your makeup. An hour later you were looking at yourself in the mirror — the mask Inha got you really helped out with bags under your eyes. You did good with makeup as well: it was soft brownish smoky eye, orange toned lipstick and some shimmers here and there — you actually looked healthy and well rested (a true Christmas miracle really). You looked even better after getting in your outfit — Ryunjin was right, the tuxedo like dress fitted your vibe. You even wore some black heels which didn't often happen since you always chose comfort over looks when at work.

Fortunately you got to the party on time even though you couldn't catch a taxi for twenty minutes or so. People inside were already mingling and drinking, and you decided to grab something to drink before looking for Def. You located a small table with champagne in the corner of the room. You downed two glasses as quick as you got there, and were already grabbing a third one when a voice spoke up startling you so much you jumped a little.

"Rough day?" Defsoul was standing next to you, whiskey in his hand, smirking at you. You immediately blushed and gawked at him. He was so handsome it was simply unfair. This man clearly woke up today and chose violence. He was wearing a silky black shirt — and it was quite unbuttoned, so you had a chance of seeing his broad chest (you were currently having a heart attack), and slacks he also styled his hair so that his forehead was exposed with one defiant streak of hair falling onto his brow bone. You wanted to groan. You fucked up — this could've been your chance to get him to like you more...

"Y/N? Are you alright?" he was genuinely concerned, and here you were, basically salivating and staring at him like a starved, nasty man. That was so embarrassing. You cleared your throat and looked away.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm just really tired today..." He smiled at you warmly, and you wanted to punch yourself for not getting him something, anything.

"That's great!" You gave him a confused look, and he bit his lip nervously while scratching the back of his head. He was so cute you could kiss him. Well to be fair you felt like you could kiss him any time. Why...why did you have to forget that bloody gift...

"I mean it's not great that you're tired... It's just… ah, shit I suck at this. Here." He handed you a plastic card, and you read it absolutely puzzled. Lifetime pass for coffee with Jaebeom — it also had a cute chibi character that looked just like Def, except it had some cat ears.

"Now you can get coffee whenever you want. I mean I know you can have it whenever you want anyway, I just thought that maybe you'd like someone to get it with... I mean get it for you… It's ok if you don't like it really, oh by the way I'm Jaebeom, I don't know if I already told you my real name or not…" he was rambling, and you were screaming inside your head. That was so cute. So kind. You wanted to hug him and kiss him so badly. "Ah, shit. I really do suck at this." he said more to himself than to you. You finally looked at him and grinned.

"I love it." you said and his eyes turned into big orbs before light pink colored his cheeks.

"You do?"

"I do. It's a perfect gift." you smiled, your heart swelled with happiness. You could technically go on a date with him whenever you felt like with this handy piece of plastic. That is if he wouldn't start to hate you in the next few minutes for forgetting his present.

"I'm glad." he grinned and it took your breath away. How come he was so perfect? You got even more nervous looking at the gift from him.

"Ah... I was your not so secret Santa as well…" you started.

"Really? So what did you get me?" he was genuinely interested, and you wanted to go back in time and kill yourself for forgetting about this party. You looked up. His eyes were gleaming with curiosity — you were fucked.

"It's me! I'm your gift!" you joked and looked down to cover your nervousness. You were about to say that it was just a stupid joke and apologize before he spoke up.

"I love it." his voice was deeper than normally, and you looked up shocked by it. He was checking you out, his hungry eyes traveling up and down. You've never seen him like that. You could feel warmth spreading on your cheeks under his intense stare, a tight knot forming somewhere near your core in excitement.

"Y-you do?" your voice faltered, and he chuckled while moving closer to you. He smelled musky with a hint of citrus. Your legs were about to collapse under you.

"I do." he hummed he was so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. His hand brushed against yours as he bent down to reach your ear. You were sure your skin was burning where he touched you. "So, tell me Y/N, when can I unwrap you?" his tone was dark and dangerous and when he straightened up you've seen this gleam in his eyes as he smirked. Your legs felt like made from putty and you'd collapse if his hand weren't already wrapped around your waist. You couldn't believe it was happening. Your heart was beating so hard it was about to spring off your chest — you were wondering if he could hear it. You certainly could even though blood ringed in your ears. You felt your throat going dry and your panties getting moist.

"Def…" you started weakly. Shocked by your own voice — it sounded so needy.

"Call me Jaebeom.." he purred. "Would you like to go to my place? I don't think I can wait any longer to enjoy my gift…" You quavered from excitement, his voice was laced with a promise of sleepless night.

"Yes, let's go." you said and he smiled at you. You were sure you lost any oxygen you still had in your lungs at that moment. His hand left your waist, and you wanted to catch it and wrap yourself with it again. Instead, he grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his, smiling at you sweetly before he led you outside. You couldn't focus on anything else, but his fingers wrapped around yours. His hand was warm, and he held you firmly, his skin soft and delicate. You managed to quickly catch a taxi and through whole drive Jaebeom's hand lazily travelled up and down your thigh. His gentle fingers sending sparks to your core every time he brushed the inside of your leg. You glanced at him, eyes filled with desire — he shivered, and it made you feel a different kind of excitement — you didn't know that you had this kind of effect on him. You got out of the taxi and his hand was instantly on yours, he was almost dragging you skipping every other step as he rushed upstairs to his apartment. He opened the door and let you in. Immediately three cats came in and brushed against your legs. You smiled softly.

"They like you.." Jaebeom murmured against your neck while taking off your coat for you, you gasped at the feeling, and he released low chuckle before he started planting soft kisses against your neck — each time his lips touched your skin your muscles clenched with anticipation. You couldn't wait any longer. You turned around and looked at him, his eyes were glued to your lips and excitement bubbled somewhere below your stomach.

"I waited so long for this..." he started but never got to finish as your lips were on his in a second. Even his lips felt like cotton, and you sighed against him when he kissed you back. He was clearly enjoying slow kisses. You grew impatient once again and licked his lower lip, he gave you access you asked for, and your tongue brushed against his hungrily. You could already feel how wet you were, arousal making your panties stick to you painfully. Jaebeom's hand travelled around your back dropping dangerously low now and then but never grabbing you — you really wanted him to hold you and take you roughly. Once again you grew impatient this night. You took his lower lip in between your teeth, you bit it hard and moaned. That seemed to make him lose his cool, he let out a growl that travelled straight to your core.

"Bad girl..." he said before he turned you around and pushed you against the wall so that your back was facing him. His tongue already on your earlobe, you sighed and shivered when he licked it and let out breaths against wet, sensitive skin. "I wanted to take it slowly, but you're so eager, so impatient…" he was purring into your ear, and you were aching down there more and more with each syllable.

"Jaebeom..." you moaned as you pressed your ass against him. He sucked some breath in when you pushed down against his hard length, his body working on its own accord, one hand already on your hips pressing you harder when the other one cupped your breast. This is not how he envisioned tonight, he thought that he'd at best confess his feelings not have you here crumbling in his hands while moaning his name. Your hips bucked against his by itself as soon as you felt how hard he was. His hand grabbed your clothed breast, and you regretted wearing anything. You wanted to feel him against you naked skin not through layers of clothing.

"Jaebeom-ah..." you moaned his name again, and he rewarded you with sucking on your neck — it was painful yet pleasant, and you almost forgot what you wanted to say before he licked the fresh mark and kissed it. "Didn't you say you wanted to unwrap me?" You said in weak voice still affected by his mouth on your neck. He laughed against your skin, and you thought that's how paradise would sound like.

"You really are impatient... do you want me to fuck you so bad?" he asked rubbing into you, his dick almost in pain from the friction.

"Yes...please..." you panted out, and he let out some animalistic sound upon hearing how needy you were. He made you face him and unbuttoned your tuxedo-like-dress before he tossed it somewhere behind him. You shivered under his stare. He pulled you into him and his hands immediately travelled to your ass, grabbing it and lifting you up without effort. He began kissing your jaw, neck, collarbones, and you tilted your head, so he could have better access. He carried you to his bedroom and laid you down carefully on the mattress before he took a step back. His sheets smelled just like him, and you sighed in pleasure, sinking deeply into his fragrance. He bit his lip seeing you in his bed, wearing nothing but lacy underwear. However, you didn't want just lay and wait, you got up and reached out to his own shirt undoing the buttons hastily, but he didn't let you, he was in control. He held your hands and pushed you back on bed. You bounced and your hair created a sort of crown, spreading around your face — it emphasized your features even more, and Jaebeom felt as if he was making love to some kind of goddess. Your lips, eyes, hair, body everything was perfect. He wanted to taste you already.

"You need to ask me nicely." He smirked at you and you pouted a bit before a mischievous gleam appeared in your eyes. You let one of the straps fall from your shoulder and gave him an innocent look before taking off the other one as well. Just one move and Jaebeom would see your torso naked. He bit his lip unintentionally, when you pushed your breast closer while also moaning.

"Pleeeaaase... undress already and fuck me... daddy." He groaned - you'd be the end of him. He quickly tore any clothes that were on him leaving only his boxers on, and you stared him down hungrily. Saying he was beautiful was and understatement. He was perfect. His skin was light and smooth, it gleamed in the moonlight that illuminated the room through a small window located right above the headboard. It was still dim, but you could clearly see the outline of muscles on his stomach, and a tempting v line, waiting for you to be licked on his abdomen.

"Take off your bra." he ordered and you obediently followed. His eyes devoured your glistening breasts, two darker beads already hard and inviting him in. He licked his thumb and brushed it against your nipple watching intently for your reaction. You didn't disappoint him as you arched your back hungry for his touch. He took another one into his mouth, his tongue making circles around it for what felt like forever. The sound of his wet licks and your quickened breath feeling the silence of the room. You squeezed your legs looking for any kind of release, it didn't help much. Your core was aching and since you could only wait for him to bring you pleasure you closed your eyes and focused only on the sole path of his tongue. It was almost like a torture and Jaebeom seemed to enjoy it greatly, lazy licks, circles around your nipples, blowing cold air on them to hear your whines. And so when he finally sucked on your swollen nipple you moaned his name so loudly his neighbors could hear you. His dick twitched in his boxers. He couldn't wait for much long either, you were the most beautiful person he ever saw, and you were squirming under him, waiting for him to fuck you. He was honestly shocked he didn't take you against that wall in his hall when you pushed your ass against him. He smirked at you, he haven’t even fucked you yet and you were already having this kind of expression. His lips travelled from your breast lower and lower before his face hovered above your panties, hot breath on your wet, clothed pussy sending you almost over the edge. You looked down at him, his eyes were full of lust. He was so beautiful you felt like it was just a dream, not reality. When he pressed his nose against your wet folds you moaned again. He inhaled it a few times as if it was the most ravishing smell in the world.

"You smell so good I might go crazy." He actually was going crazy as his cock let out a bit of pre-cum only upon him smelling your pussy.

"Daddy... please..." you pleaded looking him in the eyes, he couldn't take it any longer. In one swift move he tore the panties off you, they were soaked, and he sniffed them one last time before throwing them out. He took off his own underwear, and knelt between your legs his cock in his hand already.

"You're so wet for me. Such a good girl, I'm going to fuck you so good." he purred out, and you could go off his words only. He put on condom quickly and teased your entrance before sliding into you slowly. He was watching your face intently as he didn't want to cause you pain.

"Just don't move for a second, you're so big I need to get used to the stretch." It was painful a and pleasant at the same time - the way he filled you up. He didn't buck his hips as you asked, instead he kissed your lips, your jaw, neck, and you kissed him back with passion. Soon he started rocking into you and you moaned into his mouth.

"Harder." you managed to say between the panting and kissing. He straightened up and increased the tempo, sweat building on his forehead.

"Harder..." you said and his hand went to your throat while he almost crushed into you. He choked you lightly, and you felt the orgasm building already.

"Daddy... harder..."

"You dirty girl. On all fours." You obediently followed his order and soon he was fucking you doggy style, his hand spanking you lightly. "You like that? You like when daddy takes you hard?" His voice was so low you shivered under him.

"Yes, daddy." you moaned out when his huge dick filled you with each thrust.

"You're so dirty and good to your daddy. I will reward you and play with your other hole." Before you could say anything he spat on your ass and his finger danced around the other entrance. Just that was enough for you to see white. Your toes curled and your head went back, you screamed his name like it was the only thing keeping you alive, and you could feel how he twitched inside you when you clenched around him in orgasm spasm.

"Y/N, ah... I'm cumming, I'm…" he said through gritted teeth while pounding into you. You both reached your highs and fell onto the bed. He discarded the condom and started kissing your back lazily.

"Do you want to shower together?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't think I have enough energy to go for another round…" you said while turning his way. He was looking at you lovingly, his expression completely fucked out. He was beautiful, the most handsome you've ever seen him actually. You sighed when his fingers brushed off hair from your face in sweet gesture.

"That's ok, I'll just shower you and we can go to sleep." You nodded, and he took your hand and guided you to his bathroom. He switched on the shower and pulled you under the water when it was warm already. He was so delicate with you, soaping your body, shampooing your head. You smiled at him warmly, and he chuckled.

"You're really cute." he said with a smile after making and weird shapes out of your shampooed hair.

"Stop it, I'll blush." you said while getting under the water, he was quickly spooning you, kissing your back almost with devotion.

"Good, you're even cuter when you blush."

You both towelled yourself dry and Jaebeom even brushed your hair for you before pulling you back to bed. You cuddled your face into his chest and he closed his arms around you. You didn't know if it was one-night stand only, but you'd worry about your possibly broken heart in the morning since his scent was already inviting you to the dreamworld.

You woke up to some rumbling. You opened your eyes and shot up, fear washing over you — that wasn't your bedroom. Memories of last night came next, and you fell back to the sheets squealing quietly into his pillow. That's when the realization hit you. What if it was just one-night stand, and you were rolling around his bed happily in love like an idiot? You sighed but before you could do anything, the man in question came to the bedroom smiling at you warmly.

"You finally woke up sleepyhead." He sat next to you and bend down to kiss your cheek. You looked down. "What's wrong? Have I done something?" He looked concerned.

"I.. no." You said sitting up, and he raised his brow on you. Ugh, he was looking great wearing a plain gray hoodie. You sighed.

"Was that one just for one night? If it was a one-night stand tell me now before I do something stupid."

"One-night stand?" He looked at you offended. "One-night stand?! Do you even know for how long I've been crushing on you? It was few years of my desperate attempts to ask you out, buying you coffee, looking for you constantly. Hell, I even made Yugyeom exchange the stupid lottery draw with me, so that I could give you that card. I actually thought that would helped me out with asking you out. One-night stand?! Jesus, Y/N, he made me basically his slave for a day, and you're asking me if it's one-night stand?" He was angry, and you looked at him shocked, you have never seen him like that. "Do you want this to be one-night stand?!" he raised his voice again.

"No!" you answered him immediately.

"No?! Great, then you can... wait you said no?" He cleared his throat, and you could actually see him smiling like an idiot before he cleared it again. "Well… good because I made us lunch already, and it would go to waste otherwise." He tried to act cool. You giggled at him and pushed him down before sitting on top of him.

"You're cute." You said and he blushed looking away.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. You are the cutest actually." He groaned in response getting even more red, and you giggled once again. It was the first time you got him to blush so much, usually it was just light pink appearing on the apples of his cheeks. You kissed his face leaving pecks all over it, he chuckled before speaking again.

"I don't want this to be one-night stand. I like you I was actually planning on asking you out yesterday."

"You were?"

"I was. So would like to go out with me?" he wiggled his brows at you and you grinned before nodding.

"Mmm. I'd love to." you answered and he pulled you for a lazy kiss.

"Come, I prepared some food for you. It's hardly festive, but it's something"

"I'm sure it's great. I just need to put something on myself first."

"You can have my hoodie and sweats." he said while looking through his cabinet. "Here." He handed you clothes and blushed once again mumbling that he will wait for you in the kitchen. He got embarrassed — that was just too cute.

You slipped in his clothes, his smell wrapping around you. You got out of the bedroom only to be greeted by three cats purring and brushing against your legs. You smiled and petted them, scratching them on their chins. Jaebeom was just standing and staring at you, still not believing his luck. You were wearing his blouse, it was hanging on you like a dress basically and his heart ached at this picture. You looked up and grinned.

"They like me!"

"I'm pretty sure they're going to like you more than they like me." He chuckled. "Now come, let's eat."

You nodded and entered his kitchen, there was kimchi jjigae and rice prepared for both of you. You smiled and sat down already salivating because of the delicious smell.

"Merry Christmas Y/N." He said looking up from his dish.

"Merry Christmas Jaebeom." You smiled at him lovingly. "So what did Yugyeom made you do?"

"Don't even ask." He said and you giggled. Let's just say you didn't get to spend the Christmas break alone in the bed like you wished.

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pocketfulofrogers · 4 years ago

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Everything Comes Back to You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean can count on one hand the amount of weaknesses he has. Despite his every effort to keep his distance over the years in an effort to keep you safe, he find himself at your door a few too many times. Everything changes when it you who calls him.

Notes: My first supernatural piece! A story told through many years.

September 14, 1996

There were few things you despised more in this world than calculus. The lecture had drug on and on, monotone and continuous, until you felt like you could scream. A miracle of reprieve came when the door opened and in walked a boy who seemed to glide on charisma. He made some kind of offhand joke and flashed a smirk that had half the girls already in his palm.

For you, it was what you saw in his eyes that drew you to him. Something akin to the pieces you kept buried deep within you.

December 22, 1996

You’re sweet, unbelievably so. The way you taste, the way you sound, the way you feel. It’s so easy for Dean to bury himself in you, forget about everything that isn’t in this bed. You had been the solace he didn’t know he had been searching for- offering just a few moments of peace in this life he had no say in.

Most days he believes you may be the light that will save him, other days he believes it unfair to ask such a thing of you.

You nuzzle into his chest and his arms around you tighten. “What are you thinking about?” You ask.

Maybe it’s how tired he is, running between the motel to check on Sammy and darting straight back to the comforts of this bedroom that has him feeling so unnaturally mushy. You’d say it’s the Christmas spirit looming in the air, threatening to infect him with just a bit of joy.

You did love Christmas, and he loved you.

But love was not something he was allowed in this life - stability never something he’d known. Dean knew the drill all too well. The moment he allows himself to plant any semblance of roots, it’ll be time to load the Impala and disappear. Kansas may have been home once, but it isn’t home now.

Still, he couldn’t help himself when it came to you.

Sometimes his mind wonders to what his life could be if he were to just ask you to run away with him. Leave this little town and never look back. No more hunting, no more fighting, just wonderful, uncomplicated, boring life. Life with you.

He’s never met a hunter that’s successfully left the life, though. The longer you knew him, the higher the chances got for you to get caught in the crossfire and he’d never forgive himself if something were to happen to you.

You’re silently watching him, waiting for a response to a question he had already forgotten.

“I should go check on Sam.”

April 18, 2002

“You gave my address to who? Mom, just because someone says they knew me doesn’t mean you should tell them where I live! It doesn’t matter if he seemed like a ‘wonderful young man’ you know there are things out there.” You’re pacing in your living room now, tempted to grab your shotgun.

“Oh, Y/N, stop it with that nonsense. He had a photo of you and now he’s on his way.” Your mother dismisses you.

You groan and toss your head back. “Well hopefully you can describe what he looked like to the cops when they find me-“

Then a car pulls up, engine roaring and rock music blasting. You knew that car, you knew it well. Sneaking up to the window, you take a peek around the curtains and see the sleek black Impala. A man gets out, the leather jacket he’s wearing tickles a memory long buried.

It isn’t until you see his face that it settles in- butterflies swimming in deep rooted anger. The boy who left you with nothing but an aching hole and a postcard with no return address was all grown up and damn if he didn’t look good.

“Gotta go.” You hang up the phone.

When he knocks, you brace yourself- scrounge up all the will-power you have so you can kick him out. There will be no apologies or pleasantries. No sir. None. Not one.

But Dean’s always been one step ahead of you, so, he’s quick to start when you open the door- death glare only momentarily stalling him. “Listen, I know-“

“Get back in your car and go home.”

“Just hear me out for a minute.” He pleads.

You want to tell him to go, you really do, but one glance at those green eyes and every fiber of your being is pleading for you to just wait. Call it hope, call it weakness, call it a desperate need for some form of closure, you let him in.

Narrowing your eyes, you ask him, “Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you.”

You hate how that almost settles your anger, how after all these years he still had some ridiculous hold on you. “How can you possibly believe I would want to see you after what you did? That kind of hurt doesn’t just disappear, Dean.”

“I know, I know. I’m also here to apologize. I should have said more-“

“More?” You interrupt exasperated. “Please tell me you did not come all this way to ask me to absolve you of your guilt.”

“That’s not-“

“Because you showed up on my doorstep, asked me to pack a bag and run away with you- leave my life and everything I’ve ever known to go who knows where with you. And then, when the sun rose in the morning, you were gone.”

“You hadn’t exactly been happy with me.” He tries to defend himself.

“Yeah, but you know what I did that night? I packed a stupid bag and waited for hours in front of that stupid diner. Waiting and waiting, but you never showed! You just left me! Know what I got out of it? A postcard from Topeka with a half assed ‘I’m sorry’ written on it.”

He falters under your gaze. “Y/N, I am sorry. I really am.”

“I just want to know why, Dean.” Your voice falls and he can no longer meet your eyes. “Come on, there are a million excuses. You couldn’t leave Sam, you couldn’t leave you dad, you didn’t actually love me. Just pick one so I can move on.”

“I did love you.” He bites back.

“Then what, you couldn’t leave the life?”

His eyebrows furrow as he takes a step closer and lowers his voice. “What do you mean?”

You sigh. “I was young but I wasn’t stupid. The family business wasn’t sales, Dean.” His eyes widen. “People started disappearing right before you and your family showed up. They stop disappearing and then all of a sudden, you’re gone. I had my suspicions, but it wasn’t until I met another hunter a few years later that I knew for sure.”

He makes his way into your living room and you want to ask what gave him the idea that you wanted him in your home.

“If you know about that side of this world, then how can you blame me for wanting to protect you from it?”

Of all of the reasons you had come up with as to why the boy you thought was the love of your life had left you high and dry, this wasn’t one. Had he truly loved you? Had he weighed his heart and your life to determine which he valued most? You can’t tell if that idea hurt more than the rest.

“Who were you to make that decision for me?”

“Who are you to expect me not to have?”

It’s quiet, uncomfortably so. Dean rakes his fingers through his hair and your arms tighten across your chest. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. None of it. He wasn’t supposed to have left you destroyed, calling out for him in the middle of the night. You were supposed to have moved on, supposed to have said goodbye to the boy with so much sadness in his eyes and so much love in his heart.

You never really do forget your first, though, do you?

He sighs, drawing your attention back to him, and pulls his gaze from the ceiling. “This isn’t what I came for.”

You tighten your arms across your chest and take a step closer, then another. “Do enlighten me, then. What are you really here for?” You’re dangerously close now, a breath away and Dean can barely think. “What is it you want?”

You look up at him and in a second he’s gone, just like that first day. It’s nostalgic and painful and warm all at once. How was it you still had this power over him?

“You.” He breathes out.

October 14, 2006

“Hey, uh, Fairmont? That’s close to Eudora, right?” Dean asks, trying so hard to seem casual.

Sam peaks around the bathroom door, noticing his brother has been ‘cleaning’ the same weapon for the last thirty minutes, and raises a brow. “Yeah, not too far.” Dean just hums. “What’s in Eudora?”

“Huh? Oh nothing, just thought a detour would be nice with everything going on.”

Sam spits his toothpaste into the sink. “Didn’t we spend a Christmas there?”

Dean stalls. “Well, you know, we moved around so much it’s hard to tell when we were anywhere, really. I couldn’t-“

“No, no, I’m sure we did. I had that English teacher that snored through Shakespeare.”

“Your memory is definitely better than mine, I couldn’t tell you much about-“

“And there was that girl, gosh, what was her name again?” Sam prompts his brother, already knowing the answer.

“There’s been so many girls, Sam, can’t expect me to remember all of their names.” Dean chuckles nervously.

The flop sweat on Dean’s forehead is almost reward enough, but hearing him sputter and flail was just too good for Sam to give up.

“She had the hair and the mom, liked Christmas.” Dean stutters again. “Oh right! Y/N! Aka the girl who’s name you say in your sleep on a weekly basis.” Now he’s red. “How long has it been man? If you could’ve made it work, you would’ve. What’d she say when you saw her last?”

Suddenly the floor is very interesting to Dean. “That I can’t keep coming in and out of her life.”

“That’s all the closure you’re going to get, Dean, take it.”

October 18, 2006

Work had been the worst. The only thing you wanted was a bubble bath and a huge glass of wine. The last thing you expected when you finally reached your driveway was Dean Winchester sitting on your porch, but of course, with the cluster fuck of today, this might as well happen.

You take a moment to collect yourself before stepping out of your car.

“Heard you took down a Rougarou in Tennessee. Thought you said you didn’t want a part of this life.” He raises a brow and you can’t tell if it’s an accusation or an ‘I told you so’ moment.

“Was there for business, it was just good timing. Guess you were right, though, can’t just sit by.” You shrug. He looks like he’s waiting for something, something you’re sure you can’t give him. “What are you doing here?” You ask, sounding more tired than upset.

“I know, I’m sorry. But we had a case nearby and Sammy told me no, but next thing I know I’m in my car and then I’m here. Really, it’s your fault. Should’ve moved.”

You snort. “And you wouldn’t have found me?” He only shrugs. “What is it you want, Dean?”

“A friend?”

“You drove all the way out here for a friend?”

“Guess you could say I’m in short supply.”

You look him up and down, noticing the bags beneath his eyes and something in you aches for him. Of course, you had heard about the passing of John, that may be the very reason he’s here, but knowing Dean, it’s not a subject he wants to touch.

Ten years later and you can still read him.

“Fine, but don’t ask me to run away with you.” You tease. “Twice is enough for this lifetime.”

June 16, 2013

Dean is in the middle of another argument with Sam trying to defend the importance of bacon when his phone rings. Sam’s dramatic sigh of relief earns an eye roll from his brother.

“Dean Winchester.” He answers, but he can’t hear anything on the other end. “Hello?” He tries again and this time he makes out heavy breathing. “Who is this?”

“Dean.” His name barely slips from your lips and to his ears before you groan.

He leans forward quick enough to earn concern from Sam. “Where are you?”

“Sound stressed.” You chuckle before sputtering.

“Y/N, tell me where are you.” His voice is the kind of calm that would usually send ice through your veins, but right now you were struggling just to keep your eyes open.

“Not sure.” Your speech is slurred and the panic Sam sees in his brother’s eyes drives his fingers faster as he works on a trace.

“How bad is it?”

“You should see the other guy.”

“Dammit, Y/N, not the time. Where are you hurt?”

“Broken ribs, I think. This gash in my side seems a little alarming.” You squint down at it trying to determine if your blurry vision was a result of the gapping wound or the nice blow to the head you took. “Objectively, all very bad.” You mumble.

Dean is over Sam’s shoulder now and if he hadn’t looked as terrified as he did right now, Sam would be making a less than funny comment about it.

“Were you on a hunt?” His voice is still cool, but he begins to waiver when he has to strain to hear your confirmation. “Is it still after you?” He has to press the question two more times before he gets a response, by then he’s already started the Impala.

“Finished him ‘for he finished me.”

“Y/N, were on our way.” Dean grits out. “You just hold on a little longer and we’ll get you all patched up.”

You barely manage to hum response before everything begins to fade out, Dean yelling your name in the background.

June 17, 2013

They had only barely made it in time. Dean had come sliding to your side, bandages already in hand. He spoke softly to you, a drastic contradiction to the frantic shake of his hands.

Sam had never seen his brother like this before.

“Dean, I don’t think…”

“No! Just,” Dean tossed the keys to Sam and slipped his arms beneath your limp body. “Get us to the nearest hospital.”

He sat in the back seat with you holding as much pressure against the flaps of skin as he could, still talking so softly to you. Sam’s heart ached as he heard his brother beg you not to leave him and make promises they both know he can’t keep.

When he could no longer feel you breathing, his eyes shot up to the review mirror and Sam slammed on the gas.

Squealing into the ambulance drop off, Sam began to yell for help as he pulled open the back seat door. Dean was frozen, all of the color drained from his face.

Emotion cut off from his voice, he had barely managed a whisper. “I think she’s gone.”

From there, he had spent the last six hours trying to force himself to come to terms with the fact that he had lost one of the only good things in his life. Sitting there in some criminally uncomfortable waiting room chair with his head in his hands.

All he could see was you. You twirling around in a bright sundress with the Kansas sunset kissing your skin. Your eyes closed- lips parted slightly as you slept soundly. You angry, red in the face accusing him of using you as some kind of sick tie to a simpler time.

Was that all she was to him? No, he shakes his head at just the thought of it. To him you were the only thing that made sense. A singular constant that he felt like his whole being revolved around.

But he had never told you.

Finally, by 5am he had almost convinced himself that he would be fine.

So, when the doctor comes out with blood speckling the bottom of his scrubs, he wants to shut down, but he needs to know.

“Just give it to us straight, doc.”

“She’s alive.” He says. “The surgery was tough and she gave us quite a scare, but she is alive.”

His knees almost give out from beneath him.

June 20, 2013

Everything hurts. Your side, your chest, your head, your skin. The gentle breeze from the vent above you is what pulls you out of the darkness. The harsh fluorescent lights are almost enough to send you right back to the comfort of the dark, but a shifting pressure at your thigh piques your interest.

Slowly, trying not to groan despite every muscle in your body screaming, you look to your left. Dean’s arm is draped lightly across the tops of your thighs, his hand curling in at your hip. For a moment you do nothing but watch him sleep, his eyes fluttering behind his eyelids every so often.

He looks like shit.

Dark, sunken bags have built up beneath his eyes and it looks like he hasn’t shaved in days. A part of you feels flattered imagining the fuss he had to have made to not only get you here, but to stay here himself.

Without thinking, you begin to move your hand to caress his cheek. Your fingers trace the lines of his now furrowed brow before you thread them through his hair. The movement hurts, but it’s worth it.

Especially when you’re rewarded with a lovely green as his eyes slowly open. For a moment you think there may be no yelling or ‘are you out of your mind’ speeches when a smile begins to slowly light up his face. And then, as if he’s suddenly remembered what has happened, his smile shuts down into a scowl.

“You almost died.” He hisses lowly.

“Almost.” You echo and try to cough out a laugh, but it devolves into a groan. His alarm doesn’t disappear when you try to wave him off. “I’m fine now, so why don’t you go shower or something? You smell.”

“So you can try to slip out?” He narrows his eyes at you. “Not happening.”

“You’re usually the one that slips out.” You mutter, but he doesn’t hear you. “You can’t kidnap me, Dean.”

“The hell I can’t.”

June 23, 2013

“Bedroom here, bathroom down there. Sam and I are here… and here.” Dean’s pointing to doors as you struggle to hobble behind him on his tour of the bunker. When he stops, you almost run into his back. “Sammy went to grab some stuff from your house, but it looks like you don’t live there anymore.” He only raises a brow when you advert your gaze.

Instead of responding, you turn around to point at a door a couple down. “Mine? Sounds good.” You scurry as quickly as you can into the room, but Dean catches the edge of the door before you can shut it.

“You’re not going to explain yourself?”

You laugh bitterly. “Explain myself? Are you kidding me? I don’t answer to you, Dean.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” You want to turn away from him, but he’s holding your gaze too intensely. “What’s going on with you? You’re living out of cheap hotels and hunting on your own now?”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you.”

“Y/N, cut the shit. It’s just you and me here. Have you even told your mom what happened?”

And it’s this comment, this sincere question that takes the final piece of your resistance from him. He watches as the tense set of your shoulders fall and your face relaxes. The malice and resentment slips from your features and it’s a relief.

“She’s dead.” You barely manage to whisper. “Vetala. Didn’t know they worked in pairs. Her husband found her tied up in the kitchen three years ago.”

He’s stunned. It’s probably the only thing you could have said that would steal his fire in an instant. He knew that kind of pain, that kind of drive. He knew it too well. You sniffle before quickly wiping your eyes and his face falls imagining the pain you’re feeling.

To his surprise, the moment is gone as quick as it started when he watches you swallow down your emotions and rebuild that wall in almost an instant.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re not one to be domestic. I’ll be out of your hair the second the doctors clear me.”

It stings. “Just like that?” He asks, not caring this time if you hear the hurt in his voice.

“Why would I stay? You make it clear what you want each time you stop by my house for a quicky and then slip out without a word.” The stunned look on his face is infuriating. “I get it, Dean. It’s convenience and consistency. Not love.”

“Not love?” He repeats your judgement, rolling the word around his tongue and he has to admit he hates the taste. He repeats it again, louder this time and it startles you. “Y/N I gave up everything I ever wanted that night I left you at the diner because I love you. I have tried and tried to stay as far away from you to keep you safe because I love you. I show up on your doorstep in moments of selfish cowardice because I can’t stay away! Almost my whole life I have been drawn to you time and time again and I know it hurts you. It kills me to hurt you, but I can’t stop because I love you.”

Dean’s chest is heaving, his breath falling across your face with how close he is to you now. “You love me.” He has to strain to hear you, but you need the clarification. Love or loved?

“When I saw you laying on the ground, bleeding out, I wished it was me instead. But when I held you in my arms and you…” His voice breaks and his eyes water. “And you stopped breathing…”

Before you know what you’re doing, you have your hands cradling either side of his facing, soothingly hushing him.

“Dean.” You murmur. “I’m okay, you saved me.”

“Stay.” The word bursts through his lips without his control. “Please, just stay.”

A single tear falls from your eyes as you nod knowing that the idea of a place called home had changed over the years, but this, him- he had always remained.

#dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfic

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agent-yolk-writes · 4 years ago

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A Sleep-In Demonstration (Satan x Reader x Belphegor)

Yes, you read the title right for those that have never heard of Obey Me before. Yes, I am very balls deep in both fandom and game. I posted this on AO3 days ago, but as both a Christmas present and spruce this blog with actual content I decided to make a tumblr version for reblogging and stuff.

I will write more for OM. When? No clue, but you’ll find out eventually.

In the meantime, enjoy!

AO3 Version here!

The weekly meeting of the Anti-Lucifer League, located in the attic this time, had come to a close hours ago. Satan and Belphegor were passionately scheming ways to annoy their eldest brother while you mindlessly jot down notes as you laid on the bed. While you personally don’t have any grudges against Lucifer, you were never going to turn down a little mischief. Hell, you even threw your hat in the ring when the other two members struck an interesting idea.

The brothers sat on the foot of the bed while you laid parallel to them closer to the head. You tried focusing on jotting down prank ideas that are being thrown around, but at this point, all that you have on the notebook is mindless doodles. Today’s classes were just downright exhausting, and if you hadn’t bumped into Satan outside of your last class you would’ve been wrapped in your own blanket burrito until dinner already.

You could feel your eyes drooping. The hand you’ve been leaning on the entire meeting threatens to give out on you if you lose focus. It’s getting hard to remember if you’ve even vocalized your thoughts outside of grunts and nods.

Sleeping sounds like a wonderful idea right now...but that might be rude to fall asleep right then and there. What if they drew on your face? Well, they haven’t done it...ever yet, but the possibility is not zero.

Certainly, they notice the bags under your eyes, right? Surely you can close your eyes for five minutes. Five minutes and you’ll be back in the game…

Bleary eyes slowly open as you awake from slumber. You barely remembered being on your side, but now you’re on your back. Not to mention the room is now darker than it usually is. A rush of dread coursed through your body as it’s starting to realize that you slept more than just five minutes. Shit, you must’ve been more tired than you thought. Guess you’ll have to apologize to your partners in crime the next time you see them. At least they were nice enough to tuck you in, but you definitely need to get to your own bed.

You tried to get up, but there’s a weight pinning you from both sides. When you looked over to see what’s up, your heart raced at the sight before you. Flanking your sides are none other than the Avatars of Wrath and Sloth respectively, both equally conked out.

To your right, Belphie has his face buried in your shoulder as he clings to your arm like a pillow while he has your leg ensnared between his. He has a protective grip on your upper limb. It’s strong enough to make moving it away useless, but at least he’s not cutting off circulation from it either. You try not to think about how flustered you’re getting as you can feel his breath on your shoulder. Then again, his sleeping face has always been so cute.

To your left, Satan is more pressed into you. Your arm is wrapped over him as he holds you firmly by your waist while one leg lazily crosses over your other ankle. His face is snuggled just above your chest, leaning upwards towards your neck. By the way he’s breathing on your neck, it’s a miracle that your accelerated heartbeat hasn’t woken him up yet. Cuddling with Satan has always been a rare occurrence. Seeing him so soft and vulnerable like this… you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a soft peck to his hair to the best of your ability. Of course, you give on to Belphie so he doesn’t feel left out.

As you settle back in, the brothers shift closer to you. Being in this position made you feel soft, warm, and protected. Your heart couldn’t be more full as you're pulled back into slumber. You hope this will not be a one-time thing. Maybe you could pitch a sleep-in demonstration as an idea to annoy Lucifer with. Hell, maybe you can write this off as a demonstration.

Your eyes closed once again. You dreamt about being warm that night.

It was Asmodeus that found you three the next morning. Beel was already deep into consuming breakfast, and at this rate, there would be none left for the three of you. The attic wasn’t his first choice, but seeing how both your and Satan’s room were unoccupied...one could call it a hunch.

He couldn’t help but coo at the sight he saw once he entered the attic. His brothers and the human were holding each other so close. Had they not have their clothes on, he would’ve thought of something completely different. Still, he couldn’t let this moment get away from him. He needed to take pictures before they could wake up!

Asmo made sure to get all their good sides, pausing when one of them stirred. When he felt like he had enough on his camera, he made sure to set it as his new phone background before uploading one of his favorite shots to the group chat.

In the end, he left the room without waking them up. That duty will definitely fall on Mammon’s lap once he sees the photo.

House of Lamentation (New)(8)

Asmodeus: (Photo sent) Asmodeus: how precious~

Mammon: (shocked devil emoji) Mammon: WHAT?!

#my writing #obey me #shall we date #shall we date: obey me #swd #swd om #satan #belphegor #satan x reader #belphegor x reader #satan x reader x belphegor #god im probably missing key tags #swd satan #swd belphegor #belphie #swd belphie

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cutelittleluckysoul · 4 years ago

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You Nerf Herder

This was a Request by the lovely @emilaa2001 :

Could you do an Obi X reader soulmate tattoo au? Where reader is on separatist side (civilian but whole planet is against Republic) and while exploring forest/mountains she finds crashed ship with obi inside (you can do whole tcw trio) and has inside conflict if she should report them or help them. If you don't want to it's okay, ignore this ask uwu

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader

Wordcount: over 2K

Warnings: There is mentions of a wound and blood but not very descriptive. Otherwise it is just fluff I think.

A/N: I wanted to post this last year before Christmas but I got distracted and then there was another thing that came up so yeah. At least now it is here and I hope you enjoy it. Please leave feedback if you want. If not I won’t be mad either. Have fun reading.

Every person was born with a special tattoo on their body. Apparently these tattoos are supposed to be the first thing your soulmate will say to you. Some people had cute things like “Are you an angel?”

Yours seems rather plain in comparison. “Hello there.”

To be honest you hated it. And so far it didn’t even work out either. Most of your friends already found their soulmate, but not you. Maybe it is for the better, considering the war going on and your planet being on separatists side. And no not just any planet. Your home was Serenno, also known as the homeplanet of Count Dooku. So yes you were a seperatist, but not by choice. You knew what would happen when someone found out you are on the side of the republic. And you weren’t fond of that. So you did what you had to do to survive.

It was a pretty normal day. There was not much to do for you today, so after finishing work earlier you decided to go for a walk to get some time just for yourself. The sun was going down now and you were on your way back, when you saw smoke rising up not too far away from you.

Should you go invest? Probably not but that didn’t really stop you. Looking back you wished you had stayed away.

The walk over to the shipwreck wasn’t long, and you could already hear several people arguing. You made out two male voices and one female voice. The female, sounding rather young.

“I can’t believe you crashed our ship Anakin. Again.”

The man sounded tired. You could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Well if you would have navigated a bit better maybe I wouldn’t have crashed it!”

The second male, Anakin you assumed, tried to defend himself.

“Let’s not fight please. We need to get off of this planet before someone finds us.” The female said.

You were getting even closer, hiding behind a stone, now being able to see the 3 people.

“I think it is too late for that.”

The first male said and suddenly the stone you were hiding behind lifted into the air, revealing you. Kriff those were Jedi. This was not good. Not at all. You were supposed to immediately report if you ever encountered a Jedi.

“Hello there” Your eyes widened. No. No no no no no. This can’t be. This man can’t be your soulmate.Just your luck huh? This is not good. You weren’t sure what to say either now.

Anakin was looking at you.

“Maybe her species isn’t smart enough to talk.”

The other man chuckled. “Anakin.” He tried to scold him but you could see he was smirking.

You squint your eyes at the both of them finding your voice. “I can talk, you nerf herders.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

The man’s eyes widened. Really that were your first words said to your soulmate? What a stupid tattoo that must have been. It made you giggle on the inside. But now he knew it too.

Now the girl piqued up. “Can you help us? We apparently crashed our ship and we really need to get off of this planet.”

You looked at her. She looked so young. How could you snitch on them? Especially when they have an innocent child with them?

No. They aren’t innocent. They kill each day. And this little Jedi, a Padawan would be just the same. This is what they tried to teach you in school.

“Ahsoka, don’t be so naive, She is obviously a seperatist. She won’t help us. We should get rid of her before she reports us!” Anakin drew his lightsaber.

But the other man put his hand on Anakins, lowering his saber.

Was he really about to just kill you?

So the school was right. Jedi are killer.

And so you started to sprint, running back to your village. You didn’t get too far and were tackled to the ground. You were trashing like crazy but nothing was working.

Your attacker turned you around. It was your supposed soulmate. The other two not far behind. For a brief second you two got lost in each other's eyes. Kriff, he was really handsome. Your heart started to beat faster, your cheeks heating up. No! You shouldn’t be thinking like that.

“Let go of me!” You averted your gaze and your voice didn’t sound as strong as you wanted.

Nevertheless he got off of you and stood up, helping you as well. But he kept a strong hold of your arm. Your skin started to prickle where he touched you, even though he was wearing gloves. What is this bullshit? Was this normal? You had no idea and you won’t ask him if he also felt like he was burning on the inside by just a simple tough

“Listen. We really do need your help. And we would appreciate it if you wouldn't report us.” The handsome man said. Maker his voice is so smooth. How is this even fair?

You shake your head. “I can’t help you. You have no idea what they will do to me if they find out I helped three Jedi.”

“Well to be fair I am just a Padawan, if this makes it any better.” Ahsoka spoke up. You just gave her a look that told her that this didn’t matter.

Your soulmate spoke up again. “I know what you might think of us. But we are no killer. We only kill when we are attacked and the other person is armed. Otherwise we are peacekeepers. Nothing more nothing less. We just want peace in our galaxy. And it is very important that we get off of this planet as soon as possible. So can you please help us? You are our only hope at the moment.”

Those blue eyes were piercing right through yours. Your knees got weak. You had never seen eyes this blue. There was a mysterious sparkle behind them. You didn’t know what it was but you finally sighed.

“Alright. I will help you. But if we get caught I will hand you over without a second thought.”

The man smiled softly. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

“Alright then follow me.” You started to walk. Ahsoka immediately followed next to you and tried to spark up a conversation.

“Are we sure we can trust her Master?” Anakin looked at Obi Wan, whose eyes were glued to your form.

“We can.”

“How do you know that?”

“I just do. You have to trust me Anakin.”

“I do Master, but I can’t help but wonder wh-” Anakin was cut off by your voice.

“Are you two coming or not?”

And so the four of you made your way to the castle, where you knew, was a ship to take them off of this planet.

Your mind was racing the whole time. You knew this was wrong, that you shouldn’t help these people. That they could kill you any second. But at the same time you knew you had no other choice. This was your soulmate after all. Somehow you knew you could trust him blindly. Could he really be so bad if he was your soulmate? Could the universe have been so horribly cruel and wrong?

Your mind finally shuts up when Ahsoka was back at your side, after talking to the two Jedi. She was very interested in you, your planet and culture. The two of you talked the whole time. You were at the same time glad and a bit sad that there was no time for you to talk to your soulmate. You didn’t even know his name.

The castle was less protected, considering that the Count wasn’t home at the moment. Meaning it would be easier to sneak in. You were here more often than you wanted, considering your mother worked in the castle and took you with her when you were younger. At the time you were so fascinated with everything. But that changed quickly.

You didn’t know how you managed it, but the four of you made it to the hanger with the ships without being seen. Which was a miracle honestly.

Anakin and Ahsoka thanked you and got into the ship, but your soulmate stayed a little longer.

“Thank you” he smiled at you softly.

“Don’t thank me yet. You are still not in the clear. And if they find out it was me… well lets just say it will not be very pleasant for me.” “Then come with us. What is holding you here?” He looked concerned now.

You smiled warmly. Maker this man truly is the whole package huh?

“I can’t. It will be suspicious and I won’t be safe anywhere in the galaxy. Besides. One has to open the gate and close it manually.” Your eyes got sad. You didn’t even know this man but you were already so attached.

He smiled softly as well. “We will see each other again. I promise you that.”

You nodded softly and he went his way. The door of the ship almost closed when you spoke up. “WAIT! I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME!”

“My name is Obi Wan Kenobi.” he smiled softly and then the door closed shut.

Obi Wan. You would never forget that name.

They started the ship and you opened the gate. But there was an alarm going off and suddenly there were battle droids surrounding you.

“Hey! What are you doing? Stand down.” One of them pointed a gun at you. “Close the gate.” Another said. You didn’t think and launched at him, throwing him to the ground and hid behind the panel. But one of them hit you in the stomach. You groaned and pressed a hand against the wound. Well at least you would die knowing your soulmate. You closed your eyes and saw Obi Wan's eyes. Those blue orbs made you smile.

Then you heard the droids crying out. And you were lifted up. You opened your eyes and there was your knight in shining armor. Literally.

“You came back sooner than I thought.” You joked lightly, wincing at the pain in your abdomen.

“Well I can’t seem to live without you. And I can’t just let you die like that. Not now. Not when I just found you. You will be ok. Don’t worry.” Obi Wan’s voice soothed you.

And you knew you would be alright and that nothing could happen to you as long as you were with his soulmate.

Obi Wan laid you down on a medical bed trying to help stop the bleeding. Good thing Ahsoka found a medical droid that was able to help you. A scar would always be there to remind you though. Of the day you met your soulmate and how you got to a new life with him at your side hopefully.

On the way to Coruscant he told you everything you needed to know about him and the Jedi council. He also told you that you weren’t allowed attachments. It worried you but he promised you and you already knew that Obi Wan was a man of his word.

And so you closed your eyes. Exhausted from the eventful day you just had, knowing that everything from now on would change. And you were surprisingly calm about it.

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marjansmarwani · 4 years ago

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I want ours to be an endless song

5.9k || ao3

“You can’t die on Christmas” + hurt for Day 5 of @911christmasweek2020

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TK figures that working on Christmas Eve will be nice, he’ll get to spend the day with his team and maybe even get to see his boyfriend on a call. It starts out like that too - until an incident in the field forces him to confront one of his biggest fears and threatens to change everything for good. Despite everything: all his training and years of experience, all he can do is wait and hope for a Christmas miracle; for anything that will save him from losing the best thing he has ever had.

Thanks as always go to @officerrxyes for both creative input (get yourself a friend who will discus the technicalities of a scene at length with you) and editing. There were multiple times during the writing when I said that I shouldn’t be allowed to write Christmas things (it gets pretty sad/angsty) but it has a happy ending, I swear!

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TK didn’t mind working on Christmas, really.

Working the Christmas Eve shift meant that he was guaranteed to spend the holiday with his dad and his team. They were his family and he wouldn’t have liked to spend the holiday any other way. The only one missing was Carlos, but he knew his boyfriend was also working today. Which left him being torn between hoping for a nice, calm shift or for a small non—life threatening emergency just so he could see Carlos.

It was a dilemma he kept to himself. He loved his team, but there was no way they would let that particular thought pass by without comment.

The decision was made for him just as they were settling in for the night. The others groaned when the alarms went off but TK couldn’t quite contain his grin at the possibility of seeing Carlos.

Unfortunately for him, it didn’t go unnoticed.

“You’re unbearable,” Judd groaned as they piled into the rig.

“What?”

“You know what. Could we have one call without you two not making heart eyes at each other?”

“I think it’s cute,” Marjan interjected, but there was an edge of teasing in her tone.

TK rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I know if he is going to be there. I have no control over which calls the police end up on.”

As he spoke, the dispatcher’s voice crackled over their radios, “126, be advised that Austin PD has been called in for support.”

The others gave TK an unimpressed look. He shrugged, “Guess I’m just lucky that way.”

There was a collective groan and Owen reminded them all to get their heads in the game. They rode in silence until they arrived at the accident scene. It was a single vehicle accident with the driver — a sheepish looking teen — standing awkwardly outside of the car, looking no worse for wear. In fact, the only victim in the accident seemed to be the traffic light which did not take its pole getting hit well.

The moment they all descended from the truck Owen began to dole out assignments: “Paul, Marjan — let’s get this pole stabilized. TK check on the driver, see if he is really okay. Everyone else, direct traffic.”

With a chorus of “yes Cap,” they were all off to attend to their assigned task. TK grabbed the first aid kit and headed over to the unfortunate driver, “Hey there, my name’s TK. Do you mind if I give you a quick once over, just to make sure you’re okay?”

The teen nodded, still stealing glances at the pole as Paul and Marjan worked to brace it to keep it from falling into traffic, “I’m fine, but my parents are going to kill me.”

“Hey,” TK said reassuringly, “this isn’t ideal but you’re not hurt and neither is anyone else so if I had to guess I’d say they’ll be pretty happy about that.”

The driver took a deep breath and nodded before giving TK a nervous smile, “it’s only my second day with my license.”

“What better time to learn then?”

“Do you have a positive spin for everything?”

“I’m a glass half-full kind of guy.”

The kid laughed and TK gave him another grin before stepping back with a nod, “it looks like you walked away without even a bruise as far as I can tell — you’re very lucky. You may be a little sore tomorrow from the seatbelt, but all in all it did its job and you’re fine. Your parents will be happy about that, at least. Plus,” he looked over at where the car was stopped haphazardly on the curb, “it doesn’t even look like the car is too damaged. As far as first accidents go, this isn’t a bad one.”

The smile he got in return was a little more certain this time, “Thanks.”

TK returned the smile but his attention was quickly diverted by the sound of approaching sirens. He looked over to see the arrival of both the ambulance and a very familiar police cruiser. He would be lying if he said his heart didn’t skip a beat as Carlos climbed out of the passenger side and walked towards them. When he drew even with TK and the teen, he gave TK a warm smile, “Hey, you.”

“Hey yourself.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a groan from behind Carlos. TK looked past him to see his partner Mya approaching, eyes rolled. “Could we get through one accident scene without all the flirting? Is that too much to ask?”

“Hello to you too, Mya.”

“Hi TK, you two are nauseating.”

“Rude.”

“But accurate.”

The teen was watching their conversation, amusement edging out the panic that had been in his expression before. There was that, at least.

Carlos, on the other hand, shook his head at the pair of them, “I hate to interrupt, but Officer Esquilin and I need to take this young man’s statement if you are done with him.”

TK nodded and closed up the first aid kit, “He has a clean bill of health and is all yours. I’ll head over and tell Michelle her services won’t be needed.” He finished gathering his supplies and paused before heading to the ambulance, “I’ll catch up with you before we leave?”

The smile Carlos gave him this time was warm and sincere, like a promise, “Of course.”

TK returned the smile and with a wave to Mya headed off to the ambulance, a grin still on his face.

“You wouldn’t be flirting with your boy on the clock now, would you TK?” Michelle asked as he approached.

TK didn’t even bother to deny it, “What can I say? It’s a Christmas miracle.”

He updated Michelle and the rest of the paramedic team on the status of their singular accident victim and was heading back to the engine to replace the first aid kit when the sound of shouting and the horrible sound of metal on metal cut through the calm afternoon. TK was already turning to see what had happened when another sound ripped through the air, freezing him on the spot.

“Carlos!”

The fear in Mya’s voice sent a chill down TK’s spine. He turned slowly, dread building with every heartbeat. His eyes scanned the scene desperately until he spotted him, and his heart sank. Carlos was sprawled on the pavement, the pole of the traffic light covering him. He wasn’t moving.

TK’s heart thudded in his chest for a few frantic seconds, and then he was running before his mind had even processed the movement. He skidded to a stop and after only taking a moment to glance for immediate threats crashed to his knees beside his boyfriend. He reached out a shaking hand to check for a pulse, the sound of his own heartbeat filling his ears. He let out the breath he had been holding when he found it, sagging in relief even as Michelle arrived at Carlos’s other side.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know,” TK said helplessly, “I just heard Mya yelling and looked over to see him down with the pole on top of him.”

He glanced around, trying to piece it all together. There was another car now; it had slammed right into the already precarious pole. Marjan and Paul had been working on stabilizing it. He looked for them, praying that they were okay, that they hadn’t been hurt too and was able to breathe a sigh of relief when he spotted them at the edge of the chaos, gathering equipment to help the driver currently trapped in the car that had brought down the pole.

A pained groan drew his attention back to Carlos. His eyes were open, but they were shrouded in a haze of pain.

“Hey, it’s okay,” TK said soothingly, running a hand through his hair, “we’re going to get you out of this.”

“Carlos, can you tell me what hurts?” Michelle asked softly from beside him.

“What doesn’t hurt would be a shorter list,” Carlos replied, voice strained but still strong. TK took that as a good sign. He was still talking and aware, he would be fine. They just needed to free him. He looked down at the offending pole and felt his stomach twist. He didn’t know the exact dimensions of traffic lights, but he knew that there was likely well over 200 pounds resting on Carlos’s body right now, and unfortunately most of that seemed to be centered on his chest. His mind was racing with all the implications: a blow to the chest of this magnitude could cause ribs to fracture or break, organs to be damaged, internal bleeding...the list went on and on.

“Hey, stay with me Ty.”

Carlos’s voice, strained with pain pulled him back to the present. TK swallowed — the last thing Carlos needed now was to be worrying about him, but he wasn’t surprised. It was just like him, really.

“Isn’t that my line?” he asked instead.

“Maybe, but I could see you spiraling. Going there won’t help anything.”

“You’re right,” TK agreed, “but you don’t need to be worried about me. Just focus on breathing, let us handle the rest. We’ve got this.”

He heard his dad calling for the team and after a quick assurance from Michelle that she wouldn’t leave Carlos, got up to join them. The rest of the team looked grim as he approached and his dad wasted no time getting into it, “How is he?”

“He’s in pain, but stable as far as I can tell.”

He wanted to ask what happened, he wanted to know what had happened in those few seconds he had had his back turned but he didn’t want to drag this on any longer than necessary. Every moment he was here was a moment he wasn’t by Carlos’s side and that was the only place he belonged right now.

His dad, thankfully, seemed to agree. He quickly gave instructions to the rest of the team, directing them to grab the equipment and splitting them into teams to deal with the various tasks that would need to be handled. When he was done he lowered his voice, turning back to TK.

“TK, stay with him. Keep him calm and still; this is going to be rough enough as it is, the last thing he needs is to accidentally shift and get hurt even more.”

His worried gaze never left Carlos, who was still looking dazed and trying his best to track the flurry of movement around him. TK followed his dad’s gaze, swallowed, and nodded. Without a word he returned to Carlos’s side, reaching out a gentle hand to turn his face away from where Paul and Judd were getting the equipment set up.

“Hey, look at me, okay?” he instructed softly, “just stay with me. You’re going to be alright, the team’s got this. We’re going to get you out of here.”

Carlos nodded weakly, eyes glazed over with pain and TK’s heart clenched. He slipped off one of his gloves and ran a gentle hand through Carlos’s hair, “Just stay with me,” he repeated, hoping his voice sounded stronger out loud than it did in his own ears, “it’s going to be okay.”

Carlos gave him a weak, tired smile and TK returned it. Despite everything—all the pain and fear—Carlos was still smiling at him. He loved him so much it hurt sometimes.

[continue reading on ao3]

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