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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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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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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Christmas Miracle ~ KSJ [Advent Calendar: Day Eight]

WORD COUNT: 0.9K

GENRE: Fluffy, prompt, drabble, first christmas, cute

PAIRING: Kim Seokjin x Fem!Reader

A couple of weeks ago you'd expressed to Jin that you'd never seen a white Christmas before and it had stuck in his head ever since. This was going to be your first Christmas together and he wanted to make it special and memorable for you so he'd gone to extreme lengths to do something for you on Christmas morning.

"Are you sure everything is ready?" He questioned over the phone as he looked through the crack in the door, you were fast asleep in the bed still not having woken up yet. Jin had made sure to get up before you to make sure everything in the back garden was going to work before he woke you up,

"Yeah, tell me when and I'll flick the switch," Yoongi said to him over the phone, he was sitting in the back garden with Jimin who was just as excited as you were about snow. Of course, the snow would be fake and none of you would be able to do anything with it but it would still be a white Christmas you'd been dreaming of and that was what Jin wanted for you. He wanted you to have the best Christmas together,

"Flick it, I'll wake her up," Jin whispered as he hung up the phone and headed back into the main bedroom,

"Morning baby," He whispered as he crawled into the bed behind you, you groaned rolling over and snuggling into the sheets.

"Five more minutes, I'm tired." You mumbled, too tired to remember what day it was until Jin's arms snaked around your waist and drew you back against him,

"Baby? Did you forget what today was?" He whispered, his breath on your ear sent shivers down your back and you whined turning over to you could face him,

"It's Christmas sweet pea," He cupped your face in your hands as he leant down to kiss you, not caring about morning breath or the fact that you'd only just woken up.

"Oh shit!" You sat up right away and he chuckled bringing you back into his arms before you could run away from him,

"Wait! I want my morning cuddles," He whined out while turning you over and putting all of his body weight onto your body, you began to fake choke on some air you were struggling to get,

"Light coming closer! Air! Must! Get! Air!" You choked out one last time before "dying" under Jin and making him mumble the same words back to you and get off you,

"I'm not even heavy," He rolled his eyes playfully and you turned to look at him,

"Jin? What's that sound?" Now that you were fully awake and paying attention you could hear what sounded like cogs turning together along with some yells of joy,

"That's nothing- Y/n! Wait!" He tried to grab onto your hands but you were already making your way out of the bedroom door and down the stairs by the time he got up from the bed to chase after you,

"It's supposed to be a surprise..." His sentence slowed to a stop as you threw the back door open to see the snow falling from the sky, your eyes began to fill with tears as you looked up at everything.

"Jin it's snowing!" You yelled holding out your hand to touch the snowflakes, you shivered and Jin frowned looking over at Yoongi who was struggling to get the machine working.

"Yoongi? This isn't you?" He questioned as he stepped out into the garden to look at the snowflakes,

"It's a Christmas miracle," Jimin said dramatically as he laid on the floor just letting the snowflakes fall on top of him, it began to pick up and Yoongi looked at Jimin.

"Come on, give them some space." Jin thanked Yoongi who shut off the fake snow machine and headed home for the day while you stood around in awe of the snow.

"Jin this is amazing, how did you do this?" You laughed looking over at him as he came closer to you, wrapping a scarf around your neck before he put your coat onto your body.

"I had ordered a snow machine but this- this is real." He whispered holding out his hand as the snow really began to pick up, it was starting to settle on the floor now.

"A Christmas miracle," You repeated to him what Jimin had said and he chuckled wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"I’ve never seen a white Christmas before," You jumped up and down excitedly as you continued to look around the garden, Jin looked up at the sky. All of the clouds were grey which meant you were probably in for a snow storm,

"I bet tomorrow when we wake up we'll be able to make snowmen and angels." He whispered in your ear, you shivered walking back to the back door with him as you continued to watch the snow fall.

"We can make a snow couple, me and you," You giggled softly pulling off your coat as you went to make some hot chocolate and breakfast for him.

"Sounds good. We can snuggle up against the fire after as well," He whispered, coming up behind you and putting his face in the crook of your neck.

"It's the perfect Christmas," He whispered again as he placed a small kiss on your skin but you turned around to face him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to bring him closer to you. Your foreheads were touching,

"It's the perfect Christmas because I have you," You whispered before leaning forward and connecting your lips together again, squealing as Jin picked you up and placed you onto the kitchen counter behind you.

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the-last-cuddlebender · 4 years ago

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hi! if youre still taking requests could you do the gaang doing dumbassery because they are all dumbasses? (if you want) anyways ur cool have a nice day

Aw, thanks, Anon🥰 I’ll raise you one better and give you Christmas-themed-Modern!AU dumbassery (feat. Zuko, Sokka, and Aang)

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Zuko approached the house with a slack jaw and a firm questioning of...well, of everything. He blinked three times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, and he immediately wanted to walk away when he realized he wasn’t imagining things. He had developed a sixth sense for knowing when he needed to have plausible deniability, and his instincts were screaming at him to get away from there.

Why. And why today. He was too tired for this.

“What…” Zuko struggled to find the ability to string his thoughts together. ‘Confused’ wasn’t a strong enough word to describe what he was feeling. He was concerned, for certain, and for many reasons. Some of it was for his own sake, but most of it was for his dwindling hope that humanity, as a collective, would be able to evolve forwards ever again. “...What is he doing?”

Sokka shrugged and didn’t look away from the warning-label-in-the-making wandering around on the roof. He lifted the lower half of his face out of his powder-coated jacket and accepted his fiancé’s greeting-gift of hot cocoa—extra marshmallows and a little gingerbread-man on top because being extra had its perks when Zuko got in trouble.

“He’s trying,” Sokka said between sips.

Zuko stared at the roof and the confused monk on top of it. And as he watched Aang gamble his life amongst the snowy shingles, he couldn’t help but have the same feeling of watching a documentary on National Geographic where he knew the baby deer was going to be killed and couldn’t do anything about it.

“But what is he trying?”

Sokka shrugged again. “‘Dunno. I’m just here to keep him company and to catch him when he falls off the roof again.”

“Again?”

Sokka spared him the same half-lidded gaze he had been giving their tattooed brother (in all but blood). “You were his teacher, Zuko. You should know he can be a pretty slow learner, sometimes.”

Zuko rubbed his growing headache and fought the urge to pound his head into the nearest tree. Aang was on the highest point of the roof and tangled in what had to be forty or so feet of Christmas lights. Thankfully, he had stopped waddling in a circle in his vain search for freedom and plopped into a seat in the snow. If the inevitable two-story fall didn’t kill him, then hypothermia definitely would. Born and raised in the mountains or not, he had no business wearing only jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with the damn sleeves rolled up to his elbows (the shirt was reindeer themed and had ‘Naughty List Advocate’ printed across the chest).

Sokka sipped his hot cocoa. Zuko contemplated his place in the universe. “...She’s going to kill us for letting him do this,” he said.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Sokka slung an arm around Zuko’s shoulders and tugged them together. He gestured with his cup of cocoa towards the arrowed human hazard. “Katara won’t spill blood around the holidays. She’s too much of a goodie-goodie. Besides, this is Aang’s first Christmas. She wouldn’t dare mess it up for him.”

Zuko scowled but looked thoughtful. “I guess it is, technically, his first Christmas. Has he really only been here for less than a year?”

“Eight months. Feels a lot longer than that. And don’t worry too much about him falling from the roof. He pretty much lived up there for the first few weeks he moved in.”

“...Why?”

“He missed the altitude.”

“Ah.”

A small avalanche slid off the roof and plopped into a heap in front of them. The Christmas lights were all somehow turned on and probably an electrical hazard with how taut they were pulled, and Aang paused for breath from trying to free himself of his cocoon of pretty colors. He moped—nearly pouting—in a way that made them fight the urge to hug him and donate to an ASPCA commercial.

“Has he even seen Christmas lights before?”

Sokka smiled from ear to ear. “Nooooope,” he said, suspiciously happy.

“And you didn’t bother correcting him on…,” Zuko gestured to Aang’s creative stringing of lights, “...whatever that is?”

“He knows what Google is. He can look it up if he wants to.”

“Does he, though? Does he really?” Zuko shook his head. “Someone has to tell him.”

“I think it’s cute. Let him figure out what it means to him all on his own.”

“Hey, Sokka!” Aang shouted from two sheer stories above them. “Are all of the lights working—Oh, hey, Zuko!” The overgrown golden retriever disguised as their best friend smiled down at them with a floodlight’s intensity. He flailed his freed arm like one of those inflatable things in front of car dealerships. “What do you think? Pretty cool, right? I’ve been working on it all day!”

“Yeah, I can see that!” Zuko said. Sokka cackled, and Zuko elbowed him. “It looks...It looks very nice, Aang! Just be careful, okay?”

“I am, don’t worry! I’ve fallen from higher places back at the Temple!”

Zuko gave Sokka a pointed look. “You still think he’s going to learn?”

“Point taken.” Sokka passed Zuko his hot cocoa so he could cup his hands over his mouth. “Hey, Aang! I think that’s enough! It looks really good, but you don’t wanna overdo it! It’ll be too bright!”

“But...But I still have so much left to do!”

“Can’t you finish it later?” Zuko yelled. “You’ll catch your death out here if you don’t put on a jacket!”

Aang ignored that last part. “I can’t stop! Katara is going to be home in a few hours, and I have to have the lights up before she gets here! It’s a surprise!”

Sokka cupped Zuko’s mouth with one hand and projected his voice with the other. “Okay, that’s fine, then! Just be careful, okay? We’ll be right here if you need us!”

Aang nodded so fast that his head threatened to come off his shoulders. “I will! Thanks, guys!”

Sokka released Zuko’s mouth, and Zuko mumbled through his forced smile so Aang couldn’t see him talking. “You do realize that if he gets so much as a scratch, then our lives are forfeit, right?”

Sokka laughed a little, shrugged yet again, and sipped his cocoa some more.

Zuko rolled his eyes so hard that it was a miracle he didn’t go blind. “Do you have to have a deathwish for Christmas?”

“Eh, it’ll be fine. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Right on cue, Aang appeared as if he had been summoned—first as a startled yelp, then as a snowballing cocoon of lights, and then as a projectile.

Luckily, Zuko caught him.

Not so luckily, Zuko hadn’t meant to catch him.

...Zuko’s broken arm throbbed just as badly as his headache, and Aang—lying in the hospital bed right next to him and admiring the little Christmas wreaths and snowflakes Katara drew on his leg’s cast (she even colored a blue line to show where his tattoo wound down his leg)—wasn’t exactly helping him.

He was way, way too tired for this.

Zuko made the mistake of looking at his companion-in-cast. Aang’s puppy-dog eyes were internationally ranked, and they disabled Zuko’s ability to say ‘no’ when he asked if he could pretty please make up for breaking his arm by decorating his cast for him.

(‘Creative’ wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the end result...But Zuko really did like the pair of red and green dragons. They had antlers and snowy-white beards, and the fire they breathed looked like Christmas lights thrown into a blender. It made the nauseating amount of permanent-marker-smell completely worth it.)

Every few hours, Sokka brought them greeting-gifts of hot cocoa and fruit cakes—extra marshmallows and moonpeach-flavored gooey centers because being extra had its perks when Katara was contemplating her allowance of her brother’s and her future brother-in-law’s continued existences.

Aang meekly showed Katara the little drawing he made of what he intended their roof to look like.

She kissed his frown away and practically lived on the roof for the next two days to make it happen.

Once the lights were lit, a small crowd gathered around their house like how people did when they saw a car accident.

But Aang couldn’t have been happier, and, when he slung his arms around their shoulders and thanked them for making his first Christmas that much brighter, Zuko and Sokka couldn’t not smile along with their brother (in all but blood) if they tried.

#zukka #Aang #zuko #Sokka #kataang #modern!au #avatar the last airbender #protect the airboybean at any and all costs #Zuko is ~too tired for this~#fluff and humor #Christmas theme #gaang #fic request #myfanfictiontag #post #i love zuko so much and don’t say it nearly enough #or Sokka #love these beans

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agustdomain · 4 years ago

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October Ink | #1

You and Donghyuck have big plans to show off your couple costumes Halloween night. Nothing’s going to ruin that... right?

You should’ve brought your bag to school today. Huffing, you adjusted your binder and books in your arms once more, cursing Donghyuck out in your mind. How did he convince you that your backpack was going to throw off your couples costume?

It wasn’t unbelievable that the Wasp and Ant-man wouldn’t carry backpacks.

The air smelled of pumpkins and damp leaves, and as the sun set up ahead, you tilted your head back, welcoming the chilly air. Kids ran by with their halloween bags, their giggles making you smile.

You truly loved fall. There was nothing like it. Of course, Christmas was magical. Spring reminded you that the warmth was coming, so cherish the pastel aesthetic. Fall? It was travelling to another dimension.

The book on the bottom of your stack started to slip out of your arms again, so you prepared yourself to heave them up- only for hands to jab your sides and a low voice in your ear. You jumped, your books flying to the sidewalk as you sent your elbow flying back into the attacker’s stomach.

“Shit!” You instantly recognized the voice, reeling around to see Jeno doubled over, looking more comical than ever in his skeleton costume. “You didn’t recognize my voice?!”

“Yeah, because I’m supposed to guess it’s you by your evil growl. What’s wrong with you?!”

“I literally just saw you! We were just in stats together. We live in the same neighborhood, for crying out loud.”

“It’s Halloween. My eyes are on the lookout for dolls in striped shirts and babysitter slashers.”

Jeno rolled his eyes, grabbing your books like they were the weight of pillows. He matched your pace- well, you had to match his but that's besides the point.

“I forgot how jumpy you could be.”

You side-eyed him, never being able to stay mad at him for long. You’d known him for the duration of high school, and he was probably the sole reason you were so bad at math. How could you focus when he was always making witty remarks underneath his breath that made you laugh?

“You and Hyuck are still going to Yeji’s party tonight right?”

“Yes, Jeno, I already told you. Besides, he insists on showing off our costumes.”

“They are pretty cool. I would’ve gone for Cap and Black Widow though.”

You scoffed. “If that were the case, it would be HULK and Black Widow.”

The two of you proceeded to argue over Black Widow’s true soulmate, eventually settling on your agreement that Natasha deserved better in general.

The conversation shifted, Jeno complaining about how Jaemin spent too much time in October trying to prank him. You teased him, throwing his own line of “I forgot how jumpy you could be”. He brushed it off with a roll of his eyes and a plan to scare the shit out of Jaemin at the party tonight.

You humored him, daydreaming about how cute Donghyuck would look in his Ant-Man suit.

“Well, this is me,” You nodded, like he didn’t know this was your house.

He handed over your books. Jeno waited for you to climb up the steps and unlock your front door, smiling and waving as you turned to give him a nod.

Just before he disappeared out of view you called, “You couldn’t have come up with a better costume? I mean, skeleton?”

He stretched his arms out. “I’m Johnny. From Karate Kid? Get it together, Y/N.”

Shaking your head, you went inside.

A few hours passed, and you spent most of the time eating too much candy and getting pulled back to the tv to watch Halloween when you should’ve been doing your homework. Why do teachers want to kill any sort of joy?

It was 8 pm, Donghyuck was going to pick you up in thirty minutes and you were cursing yourself out for watching Michael Myers running around killing people more than doing this last assignment.

You drilled away at your laptop, muting the tv and opting to play a spooky playlist on Spotify. Here and there, you’d get pulled away from the couch to hand out candy. You really were a hero.

There was a page left of your essay, and your fingers were aching. You didn’t want to hear Donghyuck’s whining if you weren’t ready when he pulled up. A part of you wished that you had just gone to your parents’ work party- nope. Even now, you refused to mentally agree with that.

Phone going off, you prepared yourself to come up with a smooth apology- only to be graced with good luck.

baby 8:27 pm

Running a few minutes late. Should be there by 9.

He was lucky your parents were a little lenient on Halloween. Though, that only gave you two, maybe three hours at the party. You texted him back quickly, feeling good about being able to BS the rest of your essay in time.

The extra time loosened up your worries, even forcing yourself to take a bathroom break. When you came back, you settled in and got to work finishing up.

With a few minutes to spare, you finished and printed it out, putting it away in your bag. There was nothing like the excitement that hit you then. Yeji’s parties were always fun, though you didn’t get to go often. It was a miracle your parents let you on a Thursday. Like you said, leniency.

You spent the last few minutes eating pretzels and catching the beginning of Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers. Getting caught up in the movie, you didn’t realize that quite a few minutes have passed. When you checked your phone next, your eyes widened at the 9:34 pm displayed on your lock screen. Usually, you’d catch yourself admiring the photo of Donghyuck kissing your cheek, a huge smile on your lips. Not this time.

Lowering the volume, you clicked his name and called him. You waited and waited, the fourth ring passing by… the fifth. After it went to voicemail, you tried again. Still no answer. You texted him, wondering what was going on.

A text came in and you clicked it, your shoulders relaxing only to deflate at Jeno’s name.

jeno 9:38 pm

“YeS JeNo. I aLrEaDy ToLd YoU-”

MY ASS! Where are you????

Texting him quickly, you realized that the reason your heart was beating so fast was because Donghyuck never did this. Even if he ran late, he always kept you in the loop. This was not the night for him to be pranking you.

We are! Donghyuck said he’d be here by 9 and he’s not picking up the phone.

I’m worried. He never does this.

The three dots showed up, then disappeared. After a minute that felt like a mile, Jeno texted back.

jeno. 9:41 pm

Don’t freak out. I’m sure it’s fine. You want me to come over? Jaemin can drive. He’s the DD.

The thought made you feel better, and it took everything in you not to say yes. You had to think clearly though and not jump to conclusions. It was only thirty minutes. Donghyuck could’ve been driving, or fell asleep, or just hasn’t seen his phone.

Your phone started ringing, making you jump. You breathed deeply as you answered Jeno’s call.

“Hey,” You tried to control your tone, not wanting to ring any alarm bells. It was loud on Jeno’s end, music making it hard to hear him

“Did you see my text? Jaemin and i can head over if you want.”

He already sounded a bit gone, but you appreciated his concern. Breathing in deeply, you made a choice.

“It’s fine. I’ll give him some time.”

“Alright, well let me know. Doesn’t matter what time it is. And you shouldn’t be moping around alone on Halloween anyways. If I find out he flaked on you, I will pummel him-”

“Relax, it’s okay. I’m sure something came up. He’ll be here soon.”

You hung up, ropes tightened taut in your stomach and making it hard to breathe let alone think. Putting your phone down, you tried focusing on the tv. It didn’t work, picking it up again and calling Donghyuck. No answer.

Sweat was beginning to build at your lower back, so you pulled off the top of your costume. It was okay, you had to tell yourself. Don’t jump to conclusions. As much as you loved Halloween, it always made you extra jumpy.

All the candy and worry made you queasy, so you went to the kitchen to look for something to eat. Not in the mood to make anything, you pulled out some leftovers from last night. Right as you grabbed it from the fridge, three loud bangs came from the front door.

Almost dropping the container, relief flooded your veins as you closed the fridge and put the container on the counter, beelining for the front door.

Your hand paused on the knob, eyes finding your phone. If it was Donghyuck, he would’ve called. Peeking out the peephole, your breath went still at the lone figure on your porch, clothed in black, a wolf mask with a snarling mouth hiding their face.

Their hands were in their pockets, no bag for candy in sight.

This wasn’t Donghyuck. Your gut was screaming at you that this wasn’t a trick or treater either.

Your phone went off then, but you hesitated to look away from the peephole. Debating what to do, you raced for your phone and back to the door.

They hadn’t moved, like they were a mere decoration on your front porch. You picked up the phone, breathless. “Hello?”

“What do you want?”

Your eyebrows drew together, pulling the phone away to see it was Donghyuck. It was him, his voice, everything. Why was he so mad?

“What do you mean? Where are you?”

“Like you care. What, regretting it already?”

Blinking, stranger on the porch forgotten, you searched for words. Your mouth worked for you. “Regret what? What are you talking about’?”

“Stop calling me. Texting me. You think you can just dump me and pretend it didn’t happen?”

You couldn’t breathe for a different reason now, mind muddled. “What? I- Donghyuck, I didn’t break up with you. What are you even talking about?”

“Y/N. You just texted me after I said I’m running late. Told me to go fuck myself and you were done. What, you have short memory now? Real nice.”

You were unable to breathe, goosebumps breaking out against your skin. Turning back to the front door, you uttered, “I didn't text you that, Hyuck. I would never...”

There was a silence louder than any party on the other side of the phone. Just as disbelief filled his tone, hitting you with, “What?” a large bang sounded at the front door, a scream breaking past your lips as you flinched.

You checked the looks on the front door, ignoring your phone in your hand as you raced to the kitchen for a knife. You could hear Donghyuck screaming, calling your name, but you couldn’t focus. Just as you reached the kitchen, you caught a shadow at the back door.

Backing into the hall, you glanced around the room, debating what to do before running down to the hall closet, fumbling through the dark to grab your dad’s baseball bat.

Putting your phone to your ear, you cut off Donghyuck’s worried words. “There’s someone here. I think they’re gonna break in.”

“Call the cops. I’m on the way.”

“Okay but-”

“I’ll be there right now. Just hide.”

You did what he said, ignoring the banging at the back door. Locking yourself in the bathroom, you tried to stop your shaking as you talked to the operator.

The nightmare worsened when they had trouble believing you, it being halloween after all. After sitting there arguing, they said they’d send a police car out to check up on you. They kept on talking to you, calming your nerves and telling you they’ll be there soon.

The worst sound you could ever hear when you were alone at home? A knock at the bathroom door.

“Leave me alone!” You yelled, phone long forgotten as you raised the baseball bat.

The knock came again, gentle. Just once. The doorknob rattled.

Breathing sharply, you tightened your grip, waiting for them to break down the door. You froze at fast footsteps, a thump, then scuffles. You went cold at Donghyuck’s voice, loud and angry.

Throwing the door open, he and the guy in the wolf mask were rolling around, trying to get the upper hand. A figure from the corner of your eye came rushing down the hall, so you swung as he neared.

The guy ducked just in time, reaching to grab you. Instead, he went for the bat, grip tight and stronger than yours. You held on with all your might, terrified as you looked into the clown mask.

“Stop! Stop, it’s me!” The wolf wheezed, your thoughts stilling as you looked down. Donghyuck had him in a headlock, the guy who you both knew tapping at his arm.

Distracted, the clown pulled the bat out of your hands and let it clatter to the floor.

“What the-” Donghyuck pushed off of him, eyes filling with rage as he pulled off the wolf mask- revealing Jeno’s flushed face. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

You turned to the clown, the mask halfway off and revealing Jaemin’s ashamed gaze.

“Are you guys crazy?” Your voice wobbled, Jeno letting his head fall back as he gasped for air.

“I was going to kill you, man,” Donghyuck’s voice was shaking, “Y/N just swung at Jaemin with a bat!”

“We didn’t think it would escalate like that!” Jaemin argued, “We were just trying to prank Y/N. We were about to show ourselves before you came tackling Jeno like a linebacker.”

“Uh, yeah, dumbass. I’m not just gonna let masked guys attack my girlfriend. You two have a death wish.”

You let them argue, grabbing your phone and apologizing over and over to the operator. You were scolded, told they should fine you for this, but let you off with a warning.

Helping Jeno up, you shoved him hard. “I should kick your ass, Jeno.”

He grimaced, holding his hands up. “You did say my costume was lame. I wanted to improve my pranking skills. So I recruited this dip shit.”

Your limbs were heavy as you led them to the living room, unsure if you should keep on being pissed or grateful that none of you accidentally killed each other.

“There’s a difference between a prank and attempted murder,” Donghyuck pursed his lips, but Jaemin threw an arm across his shoulder and rubbed his knuckles on top of his head.

“Aw, you guys can get us back next year,” He pouted, coughing when you and Donghyuck showed no signs of laughing.

“Assholes,” You uttered, sitting on the couch. Donghyuck sat beside you, arm going across the back of the couch as he searched your face.

Lowly, he asked, “You okay?”

“I’m alive. Considering if we should get new friends.”

“Hey! Come on now,” Jeno said, frowning like he was the one that just got traumatized.

“Out,” Donghyuck hooked his thumb toward the front door.

“But-”

Donghyuck cut him off. “We’ll see you tomorrow. If you don’t leave, I can’t say I won’t kick your ass.”

Jeno and Jaemin looked at each other, the former wringing his stupid wolf mask while Jaemin rubbed at his neck in embarrassment.

As Jeno passed you, he mouthed a sorry as they moved to the front door.

“Hey,” Donghyuck called out to them, “The text thing was not cool. At all. I really should knock you out for that.”

Jeno frowned. “What text thing?”

“Come on, don’t play stupid now.”

He looked over at Jaemin, who simply shrugged. “I’m serious. What text thing are you talking about?”

Donghyuck pursed his lips. “You texted me through Y/N’s phone, tricked me into thinking she broke up with me. Clever. That definitely worked.”

“But,” Jeno’s face grew with terror, “We didn’t text you.”

“Jeno, that’s enough,” You shook your head, “There’s no reason to lie now.”

“We didn’t! We only came in after Jaemin saw you run from the kitchen! We were just gonna stay outside but one of the windows in the back was open...”

Right as his words kicked in, the sound of glass striking the floor somewhere in the house made you all stiffen. Donghyuck took the lead, and you gripped the back of his shirt as Jeno and Jaemin trailed close behind.

The air was still, everyone silent as you raced to the source of the sound. You reached the room- the spare bedroom- and all stared down at what was once the flower pot tucked onto the windowsill.

The window was open, just like the boys said, curtains fluttering.

“Someone else was in here. Before any of us showed up.”

Everyone looked at you, horror dawning on all of you.

A/N: It’s officially spooky season!! I’m actually pretty excited to write stuff in the spirit of fall. Send in any requests, halloween related or not! Also, this is more of a oneshot than a drabble but let’s pretend it’s not. They won’t all be creepy, unless you want that. But yeah, hope you enjoyed!

-Angelo

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capsironunderoos · 4 years ago

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Don’t Drink As Much Tea

Sherlock Holmes X Reader

Summary: The reader is having a bit of a rough night. Sherlock helps ease her conscience.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: None! Sherlock may be a little out of character, so...

Author’s Note: I wrote this forever ago, and just remembered it tonight. Sherlock is my comfort show, and I’ve needed a lot of comfort lately. I hope this will bring you guys some comfort as well. And don’t worry! I haven’t forgotten about The Commander and Her Captain! I’ll return to the Captain Rex content very shortly.

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Sherlock hums contentedly as he places the cold cup of tea onto the counter in his kitchen.

He wasn't sure why he expected it to be warm still, it had been hours since Mrs. Hudson had brought the tray up to him before retiring to her own room.

Cases were coming a bit slower lately, and he was bored.

He glanced to the gun sitting on the mantle and huffed in annoyance. He couldn't fire the gun now, he could see John asleep in his chair, and according to the baby monitor he was holding, Rosie was asleep as well.

Sherlock opted to retrieve a blanket from the couch instead, placing it on John, who didn't even stir.

He smirked and began to walk down the hallway, stopping when he noticed the door to your room still ajar.

Sherlock was sure it was well past three a.m., it wasn't unlike him to lose track of time and never actually get any sleep.

But you weren't one to miss out on a good night's rest, especially if the next day was Saturday, which in this case, it was.

He always disagreed with you on this matter, stating that days spent dormant were days thrown away, which caused you to laugh and shoot back that rest does not count as being dormant. He disagrees with that as well, but John normally enters the conversation at that moment, taking your side of the matter, and Sherlock knows he cannot win an argument against the both of you.

Sherlock stands in the hallway for a moment, debating what to do.

It isn't his business to enter your room at such a late hour, and it isn't like him either. What you do once you retreat into your room is of no interest, or importance, to him.

And yet, he finds himself in front of your opened door, foot tapping quietly against the ground and his mind already making deductions that he hopes will guide him in his next step.

He remembers how quiet you were today, even unfazed by John's terrible jokes, which normally have you in tears.

He thinks about the evident bags under your eyes and the constant cups of tea.

He groans quietly in defeat and pushes your door open further, already questioning why this was the decision he made.

The room is dark but your curtains are drawn, allowing the lights from outside to wander in through the glass.

You sit against the window on top of the small window seat you and John made, knees drawn to your chest, one elbow resting on them as your hand props up your head, resting against your cheek.

Sherlock suddenly decides he no longer wants, or needs, to be here and turns around.

Your soft voice catches him off guard.

"Sherlock?"

You whisper into the room and it wraps around him, stopping him where he stands as he turns back to you.

"You're in my room?"

You question softly, and he deduces that you're not upset about him being there, you're genuinely curious as to why.

Honestly, he is too.

"I'm not sure why, but yes."

This brings a smile to your lips as you turn back to watch Baker Street below you.

His fingers tap against his leg and he catches himself, opting to place them in his robe pocket instead.

"You're not going to ask if I'm okay?" You question him again.

"Do I need to?"

He fires back and you turn to face him again, genuine concern laced into your furrowed brows.

"Suppose it wouldn't hurt." You mumble and move from the window seat and onto your bed.

Sherlock doesn't move. He's calculating the quickest way to exit this situation he's so willingly placed himself into.

"Well, are you?"

You laugh lightly and continue to stare towards the window.

"Just trouble sleeping."

He hums.

"Don't drink as much tea."

He offers and you don't respond.

After a beat of silence, he turns away from you again and towards the door.

As he moves to step back into the hallway, he feels a tug on his arm. He turns quickly, surprised at how quietly you moved across the room. He looks at you, not realizing how close to your bed he had been standing as you softly grip his arm, still not looking at him.

"Will you-" he hears you sigh, "Could you-stay?"

The last word is uttered so quietly Sherlock isn't even sure you've said it.

When you realize how quiet he's fallen, you turn to him.

His face is expressionless. He's not making any deductions. He's just looking.

"I know it's not like us, like you." You mutter and he remains quiet.

After another moment, your hand falls from his arm and you turn away from him. Embarrassed by what you have asked him to do, knowing you'll never hear the end of it.

Silence seems to stretch on for eternity, and you finally decide that he has left.

You turn and your suspicion is confirmed.

Where he once stood is empty, and your heart sinks.

As if the nights were not hard enough, you knew that tonight would be harder than most.

Laying your head against the pillow you resort to staring at the ceiling, fingers playing with the blanket, and by some miracle, sleep welcomes you with open arms.

---

Sherlock has not lost this much sleep since the case with all the bombings and he understands now why John complained so much.

He sits in his room on the edge of his bed, eyes looking out of a window reflecting what he just saw in yours, a busy Baker Street unawares to the happenings in 221B.

Of all the deductions Sherlock could make of the situation he had walked out of not even twenty minutes ago, the only thing his mind could settle on was that you needed him.

You had told him that you needed him.

Sherlock wasn't used to people telling him they needed him.

He was accustomed to telling people they needed him.

He knew if he gave in and went back to your room that he would find you still awake, and that the morning would bring questions he could definitely answer, but would choose not to.

He huffed loudly and ran his hand through his hair, carding through the various knots that had accumulated throughout the day.

After another beat of silence, Sherlock stood.

---

Feeling the bed sink brought a feeling of alarm to your chest, the breath in it seizing as you turned to see what was happening beside you.

Sherlock had entered your room again, this time opting to sit on the side of your bed instead of hovering in the doorway.

His back was turned to you and you could see it rising and falling with each breath.

You hesitantly placed an opened palm on his shoulder and he froze, slowly turning to look at you.

You had never seen the look he was giving you, and it was one you were unsure as how to read.

His eyes seemed to be searching yours as well, but you knew what yours were saying. You were surprised he was here, and even a bit scared as to what this would mean in the morning.

You removed your hand from his shoulder, moving back under the covers before holding them up.

Sherlock looked to you as if to say "Are you sure?"

And you nodded, cueing him to remove his robe and hang it on the headboard before shuffling under the covers.

You laid your head against your pillow, looking up to the ceiling as you tried to decide if this was a dream.

Once Sherlock was sure you were asleep, it had been fourteen minutes since you both laid down and that is the average amount of time it takes for a human to fall asleep, he turned to you, carefully placing his arm over your abdomen.

If you questioned him about it in the morning, he would say it was an involuntary movement made during a state of rest.

Finding a comfortable position, Sherlock closed his eyes, ready to welcome sleep after such a long day.

Not a moment after that, he felt you shift and turn so that you were facing his chest.

He froze, unsure of how to react and uncertain of what was coming next. All you did was press your face into his shirt and hum softly, before your even breathing told him you were asleep again.

Sherlock found himself smiling faintly as he drew his arm closer to you, tucking you even closer to him.

Something told him this was going to be a great night's sleep.

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You rolled over in your large bed and the stark contrast of your warm side of the bed compared to the empty cold one jolted you awake, bringing your hands to your eyes to rub the sleep away.

Taking one glance around the room, your suspicions were confirmed once again.

You had dreamed Sherlock had kept you company last night, ensuring that you got a good night's sleep for the first time in weeks.

It would be just like you to dream of something that fantastical.

Glancing at the clock you smile to see that you've managed to sleep about nine hours, the hands pointing to one in the afternoon.

It's Saturday, and even though Sherlock will detest the decision you're about to make, you decide to skip changing out of your pajamas, opting to grab your robe hanging on the headboard and shuffling into the kitchen, not surprised to see Rosie looking at you as you round the corner, her toy of choice today being a small doll you bought her for Christmas.

She giggles up at you and you bend down in front of her, her wide curious eyes that mimic her father's following you as you do so.

"Did you have a lovely morning darling?"

You question her and she giggles again, prompting a smile onto your face.

"Oh yes I have had a lovely nights sleep, how could you tell?"

This sends Rosie into a fit of giggles and her arms extend towards you, asking you to pick her up.

You happily oblige, getting to work on making tea and humming as you do so, Rosie watching your right hand work as you hold her up with your left one, her small right hand fisting the blue robe resting on your shoulders.

Unbeknownst to you, Sherlock is in the sitting room, in his chair, listening to you prattle around in the kitchen, with Rosie giggling or babbling every few minutes.

He has long forgotten the case he stumbled upon in order to observe you finally becoming yourself again. Whatever had been burdening you seemed to be lifted off your shoulders.

He smiles quickly at you and returns to his studying when he sees he's been caught.

You quickly place Rosie back on the floor with her toys, trying to hide the slight blush that graces your cheeks. But you should know that Sherlock sees it.

He sees you always.

He is deducing that you have brought yourself to believe that last night was a dream. A moment brought to you out of an urge to get any instance of peace from the labyrinth of your mind.

He has also deduced that he's not going to tell you otherwise.

He is the only one who needs to know that you help him sleep better too, that suddenly he would do anything to wander upon your open bedroom door again tonight.

The thought takes him aback and he looks to see John staring at him.

John is puzzled as he watches Sherlock fumble with the papers in his hands.

He knows Sherlock never went to bed last night, as he passed by his room to get to his own after waking up in his chair and noticed Sherlock's door open and his bed empty.

John assumed it was a case, and Sherlock knows this.

He also knows that John doesn't need to know about last night either, and he is fine with that too.

What Sherlock doesn't know brings a smile to John's face as he moves to pick Rosie up and bring her to sit with him in his chair.

You are humming as you make tea and Sherlock is adamantly looking into a case again, two things he had not witnessed for weeks.

John knows that these two things would not have occurred without an interaction between the two of you.

John also knows that you are wearing Sherlock's robe.

He smiles at Rosie as he finally has the upper hand.

Rosie giggles as John opens his mouth to comment on his findings.

"Nice robe (Y/N)," he utters, to which a dropped tea cup and the harsh crinkling of papers are the only response.

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prettywordsyouleft · 5 years ago

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All I Want For Christmas Is: Chocolate

Summary: all you wanted to do was sell your chocolates at the Christmas market. What you weren’t anticipating was finding someone as gorgeous as Jackson – or dealing his competitive nature over who made the best chocolates this Christmas.

Pairing: Jackson Wang x reader

Genre: enemies to lovers / Christmas au

Warnings: none

Word count: 2240

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“What can I offer you, ladies? A sweet, sugary delicacy? Or perhaps something more dark and sinful?”

Rolling your eyes as you watched the man across from your stall openly flirt with a group of women, you attempted to keep your reaction to just that. It was the time of year for festive joy and not for murderous contempt.

And yet that’s all you could manage when it came to Jackson Wang.

When you had been setting up your handmade chocolate stall on the first day of The White Miracle Market, you had been excited to finally get your sweet treats circulating further than your friends and family. It had taken some encouragement to even rent a space at the market this year, and some of your decision had been made because you knew a couple of your friends would be there as well. Still, it was a big deal for you since you had never put yourself out there before.

“Oh hey, chocolates, huh?”

Glancing up from the banner you were working on tying to the stand, you stared at the smiling man before you, silently thanking Santa for giving you your Christmas present early. He was gorgeous, and with the way his hair was brushed away from his face, the warmth of his eyes and the pearly smile he still shined at you, it was amazing you didn’t just get lost staring at his face. You had the foolish audacity to scale the rest of his form, deciding when you were done he was nothing more than a God.

No human had ever looked this good to you before.

Noticing the way he arched an eyebrow at your obvious examination and pursed his lips together, you blinked, rapidly instructing your brain to work.

To say anything.

“I love chocolate,” you breathed as you stared at his eyes, your brain catching up with what you had just uttered, sending a flash of colour across your cheeks. “I mean, making them. I love making chocolates.”

He grinned, folding his arms across his chest and you watched the action as if your entire life depended on it. “We have something in common then.”

“W-We do?”

How could you have anything in common with him? He was out here looking like he should be on the cover of every magazine in his cashmere turtleneck and you were certain you had cocoa powder somewhere in your hair from this morning’s mad dash to make several more batches of chocolates.

“Of course,” he replied with an amused chuckle, pointing to the stall right across from yours. “That’s me.”

Eyes now the size of saucers, you attempted to regain a sense of coherency. “Y-You make chocolates?”

“Not any kind of chocolates,” he oozed and you decided his tone was as sweet as the delicacies you were selling. “Mine are organic and made with fair-trade sourced ingredients.”

Oh.

Swallowing roughly, you attempted to smile. “Wow, that’s really neat.”

“I even have some for dairy-free customers. You never know when you’re going to strike someone with an allergy, right?”

Nodding numbly, you half turned, attempting to straighten out your banner that had fallen sideways when you had lost attention on it. The man moved to assist you, startling you somewhat. “You didn’t tell me your name. I’m Jackson. Jackson Wang.”

As you gave over your own name, you were trying to remain optimistic.

But the light was fading out.

You would spend the next month across from the most handsome man you had ever seen. And what was worse than having him so close to you every day was that he was your only competitor.

It surprised you how well your sales had gone on the opening day of the market. You had been hesitant as you continued setting up, taking glances over in Jackson’s direction now and then. Not only did his stall look professional compared to your more farm-style one, he just exuded an energy that made you feel feeble. Still, your chocolates had garnered a lot of interest and you were rushed off your feet trying to keep up.

“Wow, these are really creamy!”

“I can’t believe the quality of these chocolates. Do you have a website I could order some from in the future?”

“Are you sure these are homemade? They’re out of this world tasty!”

These comments had you rising to the challenge. You held your head high, smiling brightly over at Jackson whenever he caught your eye through the hoards of punters approaching your stall. It wasn’t meant to be a silent offering of battle, rather, you just felt you did indeed have more in common with him like he had mentioned.

You made chocolates and you were doing exceptionally well at selling them.

The next day, however, your success had clearly prompted Jackson to come up with a sales pitch. As people wandered down the small aisle of stalls, he angled himself to catch their attention, graciously calling them over to try real, authentic chocolate.

At first, it hadn’t bothered you but when he mentioned he was certain other people used lesser quality ingredients compared to him, whilst staring at you the entire time, well, it got to you a little. When business died down, you marched over the aisle to his stall, placing your hands on your hips. “Can we talk?”

“Do you want to try some, Y/N? I’ll give you a taste that will blow your mind.”

You were too worked up to fully be affected by the way his eyelashes fluttered or that he purposely leaned into you either. You dug your hands further into your sides, making no move to take his offering. “We can co-exist here, Jackson.”

“Of course we can, isn’t that what we are doing? You’re doing your little treats and I’m over here with my organic delicacies. There’s room for us both.”

“You’re acting as if my chocolates are worthless and I’ve heard you say more than once today that mine are poorly made. What the hell are you playing at?”

“I said nothing about you. I merely said other chocolates-”

“Whilst staring at me-”

“Just don’t have the same impact as mine does. That’s all,” he continued as if you hadn’t interrupted him, smiling smugly as he placed down his samples container. “I definitely didn’t mean any hard feelings about it. I’m just selling my products how I usually do.”

“Right, well please try to be more considerate. It’s the Christmas season and we’re all here for the same reason. I’m not going to stamp all over you so let’s share the space together.”

You turned to walk off when he scoffed, hearing the words he spoke under his breath before greeting new customers to his booth.

Like you could even match me.

As you returned to your own stand, you watched on as he worked on his selling pitch, his eyes casting over in your direction.

Instead of shrinking away you squared your jaw, shooting him back a challenging look.

If he wanted to make this personal, you would have no issues in proving just how well you matched up to him.

It was now war.

Over the following week, running your stall at the market had become exhausting. It wasn’t from all the chocolates you made each day to supply the demand for them or even the daily setup and closure of your booth.

It was from dealing with Jackson and his outlandish ways.

Your sales dipped when he started to offer a new caramel flavour to his menu, and when you came up with the idea of bulk bins, you definitely stole the show. Sure, you had people who would buy from both stalls to keep everyone happy, but on a whole, it was a race to see who could get a potential buyer to come over first.

You drew the line at openly flirting to make a sale though.

“Don’t you want to try a line or two on me?” a bored sounding tone wondered and you looked up at the man, noticing he was from the ticket booth. Your forehead creased as you tried to decipher his question. Jerking his head in the direction of Jackson leaning over his stall and talking up a set of women, you groaned, shaking your head.

“I don’t play that dirty,” you answered gruffly and he lazily grinned, picking up several bags of the chocolates.

“Oi, Jinyoung! What the hell?! Get over here!” Jackson called when he saw who was spending his time perusing your chocolates and you blinked slowly as Jinyoung, as you now knew him as, pushed some money into your hand.

He held up the treats. “Thanks for this. Not only will I have something to get me through the hell that is my shift, but I got to piss Jackson off too.”

“Uh, thanks for your purchase!” you called as he trudged off, leaving you wide-eyed and unprepared for Jackson’s approach.

“How many did he buy?”

“What?”

“Your chocolates! How many?”

“Six packs.”

“Six?! That cheap asshole told me he couldn’t even afford to buy two from me!”

“Well, your prices are higher than mine. You know, to cover all those harder to source, fair-trade and less of an unethical footprint on the Earth chocolates of yours.”

Jackson raked an unsteady hand through his hair. “I’m watching you.”

“For what?! This is ridiculous, don’t you think?” you finally announced, gesturing between you both. “We’re making fucking chocolates, Jackson. This isn’t some multi-corporate thing but just a side business for the holidays. I admire your pride in your creations, but we’re acting so pathetic fighting over who does better! I’m done caring anymore. As long as it stops you throwing yourself at women to catch their attention with your handsome face, it’ll make the rest of this market that much smoother to put up with if we stop competing over who is better!”

Jackson couldn’t help but smirk. “I’m handsome?”

“Is that all you got from what I just said?” you whined, shaking your head incredulously.

“Actually, I got a whole lot more from it.” His face now thoughtful, Jackson reached over and gently took a hold of your forearm.

You’d be lying if you said that, even if you had wanted to murder this asshole all week long, Jackson touching you didn’t make you shiver with delight. You were tingling all over when he smiled genuinely at you. “Tomorrow, can I come over to yours? I think I have a great idea.”

Despite being hesitant, Jackson coming over to your apartment to make chocolates had been the best decision you had made. You shared recipes and tricks you had each learned in the process of making chocolates. And you had found a way to come together, creating the best batches of chocolate you had ever tasted.

Of course, they were a hit at the market too.

“Weren’t you two opposite each other last time I was here?” a man asked as he took a sample, his face lighting up with the taste. “And these have improved!”

“We decided we had a lot more in common than we thought and combined our styles. Would you like to purchase any of our chocolates?” Jackson pitched and the man bought ten.

That day you made more sales than you had in an entire week. And you sold out before the market closed that the next day you tripled the amount you made together with Jackson.

As you packaged up the treats and handed them to Jackson to place into one of the storage bins, you smiled at him. “You know, we make a good team.”

“You’re only just realising this now?”

Rolling your eyes, you nudged him playfully as you handed him another package. “We should have joined forces earlier than fighting over who had the best chocolates.”

“I’m glad we took our time though,” Jackson replied and you frowned, glancing at him curiously. He grinned, nudging you back. “I can’t lie and say it wasn’t fun.”

“It was fun for you?!”

“Seeing you light up as you tried to out-pitch me was really attractive, Y/N. I sure got to see a whole different side to you that I wouldn’t, had we remained civil.”

“A-Attractive?”

“You don’t think it was just you checking someone out, right?” Jackson wondered with a laugh. “When I first saw you, I thought Santa had-”

“Given you an early present this year,” you finished off for him, and Jackson gaped at you. You giggled. “I guess we both had the same intentions from the beginning.”

“To make the best chocolates and be in the company of someone gorgeous?” Jackson offered as you blushed, handing him another package. He took your hand instead, smiling at you in a way that made you feel as if it was made just for you. All the air was knocked out of you, and you scolded yourself for still falling trap to his charms.

“I mean, making the best chocolates is a given, right?” you managed, attempting to restart your heart by looking away.

Jackson then popped a piece of chocolate into your mouth, surprising you as you felt it began to melt upon your tongue. He then swiftly leaned in to kiss you, this kiss sweeter than anything you had ever tasted before.

When he pulled back, he grinned. “You’re right; we really do make the best chocolates.”

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despairforme · 4 years ago

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He had almost forgotten which date it was today. That’s how preoccupied he was with OTHER matters in his life. It was a good thing then, that he had set an alarm on his phone to be SURE he didn’t forget. He was startled when it rang, and before he looked at the screen, he really had no idea why it was sounding. The display on his phone said ‘ doc ‘, and then he remembered. Yeah, he was supposed to head to the hospital today for his check-up. Nnoitra went to these check-ups a couple of times each year. He HAD gotten shot in the head after all. Going to the hospital wasn’t something he enjoyed, and he... Had half a mind to ask Grimmjow to come with him, but that would probably be lame, right? He was a grown man and could go by himself. So he did.

The waiting room wasn’t that crowded. An elderly couple was sitting a few seats away, and a bored-looking younger man had just gotten up and followed a nurse. Nnoitra was playing on his phone, invading planets with his leveled up powers. It was calming, because this game was very easy - even HE could play it without losing and getting pissed off. The pictures on the walls were the same as when he was last here. Not-so-great paintings of landscapes. Forests, mostly. Nnoitra hadn’t spent much time in this part of the hospital. Most of his time in hospital had been spent waiting for ( and trying to get to see ) Grimmjow after all. He HAD spent a good few weeks here after he got shot, but it had been in a different department. It was a large hospital, but Nnoitra had remembered which floor to go to since he had been here only six months ago. When he was last here, his doctor ( who had been his primary physician with regards to his gunshot wound ever since it happened ), had told him that he had published an article about his case in a medical journal. Apparently, Nnoitra’s survival of his injury was a big deal. Almost like some sort of miracle.

The reason why Nnoitra disliked hospitals wasn’t because of the times when he had had to stay here. It wasn’t like he was traumatized from getting shot... Not even the amnesia that had followed had been all that bad, in comparison to WAITING FOR GRIMMJOW. That was the sole reason why he didn’t like hospitals. It always reminded him of how he had come here every day, hoping he would get to see his boyfriend, but he had been denied access to him. No wonder, Nnoitra thought to himself. He tapped a finger against the screen to exit the game. He didn’t feel like playing anymore. It wasn’t enough to distract him from his bad memories. Would he have felt better about it if the chair next to him wasn’t empty? If Grimmjow was sitting here with him? He didn’t get time to answer the question, because his name was called next. The nurse pronounced it wrongly - that happened from time to time. Didn’t matter. He got up from the uncomfortable chair and headed to the doctor’s office. It was a white door with a tiny metal plate on it. The plate had printed black letters, spelling out the name of his doctor. Nnoitra didn’t stop to read it, and just entered.

The doctor was not that old. He always seemed enthusiastic, but not in an unprofessional manner. His hair was thinning slightly at the top of his head, making him look older than what his youthful face said. He smiled at Nnoitra when he entered, and soon after they were shaking hands.

❝ Good to see you, Nnoitra! ❞ He said, and it sounded like he meant it. ❝ How are you? ❞ Nnoitra guessed that that article he had written wouldn’t be that amazing if he suddenly dropped dead from the wound that should’ve killed him.

❝ ‘M alright. ❞ Was his answer, his shoulders rolling in an indifferent shrug. Of course the answer was not that he was ‘ alright ‘. His life was FUCKED UP at the moment, but that wasn’t something he could tell his doctor about. He was here for his physical health, not his mental state. In any case, Nnoitra kinda liked how friendly the doctor was with him, and he’d rather not change that by making the man think he was some kind of criminal. His answer drew an understanding smile from the doctor. Nnoitra thought that was the sort of look you give people when you pretend you understand them. At least the doctor understood that Nnoitra didn’t want to talk about it. WELL HE DID WANT TO FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT! Just --- not with a doctor.

❝ And how is your head? I remember last time we talked about the fact that you had been having some headaches? Do you still get them, or? ❞ Nnoitra thought about it, trying to remember the last time his head hurt. He thought it had been a couple of months since the last time... Which was definitely an improvement. The doctor didn’t rush him. He just patiently waited for a reply. Nnoitra shrugged again.

❝ Mah, ‘s been a few months, I think. Don’t think I’ve had a bad one since ‘round Christmas. I get small headaches, but I ain’t no pussy so I don’t even remember ‘em. ❞ He couldn’t say how many of those minor headaches he had had. It would just be a dull pain against his temple, and since he was NOT afraid of pain, he didn’t let it bother him too much. The headaches his doctor was referring to were MUCH worse. It was the kind of headache that you’d imagine you’d get after getting shot in the head.

The doctor asked him some more about his headaches, and Nnoitra answered as best he could. No, he couldn’t say how often he got them. And no, they didn’t impact his daily activities. No, he didn’t think there was any specific trigger for them.

After a few more questions, they got to Nnoitra’s least favorite part, where he was asked to remove his eyepatch so that the doctor could take a look. He asked him kindly, as if Nnoitra was self cautious about it. He was, but not in front of this man. It didn’t matter for shit if this guy thought his face looked like a fucking horror movie or not. It was different with Grimmjow. He didn’t want his boyfriend to be disgusted by his face. Nnoitra removed the eyepatch by opening the two little buttons at the back that kept it together. He pushed his hair away too, because his bangs were always falling on that side of his face. He was sitting down in a chair, and the doctor was standing over him, leaning only slightly ( he was not a very tall man ) to be at the right height to inspect the healed wound. Nnoitra knew perfectly well what it looked like. The eye socket had almost grown shut, leaving only a very roughly scarred dip where the eye would’ve been. The browbone had been crushed by the impact from the bullet, and some fragments had been impossible to reconstruct. So yes, this side of his face was FUCKED UP. That didn’t even count in the older scar beneath his eye, reaching almost down to his cheekbone, where the old infection from when he got stabbed had eaten away at his skin. The doctor was leaning in close, and Nnoitra kept his head at the best angle to let him see. It was pretty strange, having someone stare intensely at a place on his body he never showed to anyone. He didn’t feel awkward about it though. Apart from how UGLY it looked, this scar wasn’t a bad thing. It was just proof that he had survived something most people would not have.

❝ Is it okay if I touch it? ❞

❝ Yeah, ‘s fine. ❞

A fingertip was carefully pressed to the wound. Nnoitra could feel it. ALL these nerves were completely fucked up. Some parts of the scar, he had no feeling in at all, and others were very sensitive. The most sensitive part, surprisingly enough was the exit wound behind his ear. This spot would NEVER fail to give him shivers when he accidentally touched it when putting his hair up or when he showered.

❝ It has healed quite nicely. There is a thick layer of scar tissue here. ❞ ‘ Quite nicely ‘, huh? Mah, at least he didn’t have a HOLE there now. It wasn’t like it had looked all that great before he got shot. With his blind eye just randomly sliding back and forth, making him look all cross-eyed when he wasn’t wearing his eyepatch. Cute, Grimmjow had called it. Nnoitra didn’t say anything to the doctor’s remark, and soon enough, he seemed to be done examining it. Nnoitra kept his eyepatch off. It was incredibly rare that he would be in a room with someone and not wear it, and a doctor was probably the ONLY person who he KNEW it would not be dangerous to show his weak spot to. He imagined that if any of his opponents ever learned what he hid under that eyepatch... They would definitely try to punch him in the eye. He remembered that before he got shot, his bad eye had been incredibly sensitive. One punch there and he was in so much pain he had to throw up one time. Maybe that part had improved, after the gunshot? He wasn’t about to put it to the test though. ❝ I know we talked a little bit about possibly having some reconstructive surgery. Last time that was not something you were interested in. Are you still more comfortable with your eye the way it is, or have you had a change of heart? ❞ Ah, yeah, he remembered this. The doctor thought he should do some plastic-surgery shit to try and ‘ reconstruct ‘ the eye-socket and put a glass eye in there. Nnoitra could not imagine that it was possible for ANY surgeon, no matter how God-like skilled they were to fix this shit. It was bound to look wonky. He had seen some funny programs on TV about women who got their faces absolutely fucked up by plastic surgeons. No FUCKING THANKS. In any case, he had worn his eyepatch for about ten years now. It was a comfortable and he thought he would feel very odd without it.

❝ Nah, I’m good. Ya know I was already blind on that eye when I got shot, so I’ve been wearin’ this eyepatch ‘fer ages. It would feel weird as fuck ‘ta not wear it. ❞ Almost like going out without a shirt or something like that. Just...WEIRD. Nnoitra had the same thing with his bracelets. He had worn them for years ( and actually his bracelets he never, ever took off, unlike his eyepatch which he removed when he showered ). The thought of removing them was almost like removing a part of his body. It was a lame ass comfort thing for him. He really had no problems with his bad eye having to be hid under his eyepatch. The ONLY thing he wished was that he would find... Some sort of way to show Grimmjow his eye. He knew he COULD just show it to him, but he was worried he’d regret it. What if Grimmjow found the sight so disgusting that he would never be able to kiss him again without imagining kissing some sort of zombie? He didn’t want to put that sort of burden on his boyfriend.

They talked some more. There were some more questions for Nnoitra to answer, and then a few memory tests ( which he thought he completed pretty well ). Eventually the doctor checked the eyesight on his left eye, and told him that his vision was excellent. That kinda cheered him up. Wasn’t often anything about him was referred to as ‘ excellent ‘. Nnoitra hadn’t thought he’d feel BETTER after his appointment, simply because of how much he hated hospitals, but when he walked home about an hour after arriving... He WAS feeling better.

He also... Wondered if he should talk to Grimmjow about showing him his eye. OR if that was bad timing. There were other things he should talk to him about instead. Nnoitra didn’t know whether he would bring the subject up to Grimmjow, but at least he was considering it, and that was the first step. At least that’s what he liked to believe.

#[ i hardly have anything to write on here SO ]#[ i thought it was a good opportunity to treat myself to a drabble ]#[ been wanting to write about this for AGES ]#[ n finally did! ]#[ i love........ writing nnoitra........ ]#[ it's simply The Best tm ]#ᵈᵉˢᵖᵃᶤʳ ;; ic.#ᵇᵘʳᶰ 'ᵈᵃ ᶜᶤᵗʸ ;; verse.#ˢᵗᵒʳʸᵗᶤᵐᵉ ;; drabble.#eye horror //#hospital //#longpost //

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got7-markjinson · 5 years ago

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All I Want For Christmas is: Thursday [Jinyoung]

Pairing: Reader X GOT7 Jinyoung Genre: Fluff; Word Count: 2k+

Summary: Grumpy Ticket booth seller Jinyoung just wants to be left alone. But found someone who he wants to be with.

[All I Want For Christmas: is a GOT7 collab]

A/N: I’m sorry this came in late. I got sick these past few days. This one’s also short but I hope it’s enough for the holiday drabble! ^_^v (Happy birthday to me, too!)

If you would tell young Jinyoung how he would grow up to be, describing the current adult Jinyoung to him, he wouldn’t have believed you. And young Jinyoung believed in a lot of things.

As the youngest of the Park siblings, Jinyoung was coddled. His parents make sure he gets the gifts he wants for Christmas, setting up everything to make it look like Santa has placed it nicely on his socks the night before.

Him reaching adolescence is a different matter. As the only male heir of the Park family, expectations were high. And that meant he needs to grow up quicker.

Choosing to move into the city since he got into college, it seems that nothing goes well for him though. His grades were mediocre at best, and he never even got a stable job after graduation.

Not living up to his family name, he always makes excuses to miss going home for the holidays. Anything would be better than having them ask how he is and have him blatantly lie every time that he’s doing great! That their only son is NOT always stuck in between jobs and is DEFINITELY doing what he loves.

Which is why he’s here. With a few friends from college, he has signed up for the White Miracle Market.

Of all the places he could’ve setup, he chose to man the ticket booth for the Daily Christmas shows. It suits him, he doesn’t need to produce anything. He doesn’t even need to pitch for sales, as the posters for the daily shows are already setup on the website and posters are plastered on all the corners of the market since day one.

The little interactions he had with the holiday visitors would only amount to questions from “What day and time would a particular show be up?” or “How much for a group ticket?” and an occasional “Is there a student discount?”

Most of the time, he would just tap on the schedule and price list clearly printed and plastered on the glass in between him and the visitors. He clearly doesn’t know why people don’t check first before asking. Does the holiday call for people to think he would be accommodating? Does his face look like he wanted to talk to them? He couldn’t tell.

Hell, even with his friends are showing up every now and then invading his booth.

Just the other day, Jaebeom crashed, sharing his concerns on being stuck on a special order from his toy making shop.

“We only know one other person who’s an expert on this crap.”, Jinyoung tells him. Crass and unfiltered as how he usually talks.

With a defeated sigh, Jaebeom replied, “Yeah… it’s time for me to go to her.”

Her? Jinyoung was thinking of Yugyeom but he guessed Jaebeom just thinks what he wanted to. Maybe it was the girl from the crafts shop that he has been crushing for a while. And maybe Jinyoung doesn’t care if he was misread. As long as it would make Jaebeom leave him to his booth in peace.

“I just don’t get it,” Bambam complained to him on another occasion. “Most women love me. I’m handsome and charming. How was she so put off by me on our first date?”

“Let me put it this way.” Jinyoung thinking a visual representation would help pulled out a ticket and pen and drew two lines, “This line is the group of women that are interested in you. And this line right underneath is the group of women you’re interested in.”

“I don’t get it.” It was clear Bambam doesn’t, looking at his blank eyes.

“They’re parallel lines, Bambam. They never meet.”

“So?”

“So, you’re fucked,” Jinyoung stated, matter-of-factly. Maybe in this language Bambam would finally understand. “Now, go away.” Instantly shoving Bambam out of his space.

And today, another uninvited guest just waltzed in on his booth, screaming loudly, “Jinyoung! She outsold me… AGAIN! Could you imagine this face? Being outsold?”

“I clearly remembered you’re selling chocolates and not beauty products, Jackson.”, Rubbing his temples with his fingers, he tried to call out his inner peace. He literally just talked to him a while back on overstepping boundaries when he and Youngjae had a fallout. He thought there wouldn’t be another issue with Jackson for another week or so, but Jinyoung must have been asking for too much. But this is really testing his patience. He clearly shouldn’t be thinking of murdering his friends for disturbing his personal space.

“I am! But still! This face should be able to sell anything!”, Jackson huffed, “If you wouldn’t be so selfish and buy some of my chocolates, my sales would’ve done better, y’know.”

“That’s it! Get out, Jackson!”, Jinyoung finally lost it. It was the final straw. Him? Selfish? After all him listening to his friends’ petty woes. Barging into his space like it’s their own, without care that he would like to be left alone. It’s not like he’s Santa Claus. Right, they have a resident Santa Claus, why not they go to him instead?

He put out his “STAFF ON BREAK” sign early to take a breath. Away from the space, and hopefully escape from his clingy friends. He went behind the theatre of where his booth was strategically placed beside of.

Even if he sold the tickets, he never has personally watched any of the shows so this is the first time he would go here. He was expecting the theatre to be empty as the shows usually starts late, but he was surprise to hear voices coming from the stage. He went closer and saw that there was only one person there, changing voices to play different parts of the play.

It was surreal. You looked like a painting standing there with your makeshift costume, your hair disheveled from moving around on all the edges to perform each act alone. Beads of sweat on the corner of your face twinkle from the bright lights of the stage. He was in awe.

You turned around and paused mid-sentence on one of your lines when you got startled to see another person there.

“Oh! Sorry to disturb your practice.”, he uttered.

“No. It’s okay.” You breathed in relief. And then offered a chuckle, “I just got a little jumpy. Maybe I had too much coffee this morning.”

You smiled when you recognized him and involuntarily, he smiled back.

“I knew it! You can smile, too!”, you joked.

Jinyoung was caught off guard, and he gave a puzzled expression on his face.

“You’re Jinyoung, right? The one from the ticket booth?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You just always looked so… professional.”, you were looking for a better word than that. “Passive.”

“Oh.”, Jinyoung realized his face does show his lack of enthusiasm when he sells tickets. “Yeah, I just don’t think I mingle well with people.”

“Would you like to read lines with me?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well… It might help you practice things to say to people if you read lines. Right?” You say, hoping that lame excuse would hide the fact that you just wanted to get to know him. That you wanted him to stay longer. God, you have been crushing on him for a while and you need to seize your chance! In fact, you even auditioned for one of the Christmas shows ever since you bought a ticket from him last Christmas, wishing to see more of him. “That is, if you’re not busy of course.”

And that’s where it started. Jinyoung usually didn’t take notice of the show titles and when it’s held. But now, he gets excited on Thursdays. The days you perform.

It has been the usual afternoon that you’re rehearsing on the empty theatre with Jinyoung. He sometimes reading the lines with you, but he mostly just observes. However today, he was quiet and as you ended one scene and walked towards the audience, you see him asleep on one of the seats. You smiled to yourself and quietly walked down out of the stage and sat beside him.

Cupping your face with one hand, you just looked at his steady breathing. You whispered. “Jinyoung…”, you reached out to fix a strand of hair out of place and continued with your monologue. “I don’t know if you can hear me, but I really wanted to tell you something...”

You cleared your throat. “I actually liked you. A lot.”

Internally, you were cursing yourself for feeling so embarrassed confessing to a person asleep. But right now, this is the only thing you can do. You continued “I thought I’m okay with just looking at you from afar but… But since I have been spending time with you these past few days. It makes me want more. I’m scared you won’t like me but it’s okay if you don’t like me back. I just wanted to say this in person. Maybe… Maybe this Thursday I’ll be brave enough to tell you. Wait for me, then. Okay?”

You quietly left the theatre. And slowly, Jinyoung’s eyes fluttered open.

He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe someone like him would be liked by someone like you. His heart clenched, his body warmed, a certain happiness he has never thought he would have washed over him. He needed to tell it to you first. How you make him feel. That you changed the way he looked at things in this supposed to be hell of a holiday. That a loser like him would ever find this happiness.

Thursday came again.

But as he watched the show, he was surprised when your role was being played by someone else. The show ended with no signs of you. He waited. Until all of the audience and actors were gone. Until the theatre was empty. But there was no you.

He couldn’t have dreamt it all, could he? Were you ever real?

Days gone by that he hasn’t seen or heard from you and he doesn’t know what to make of it. He had never made attachments before, so he doesn’t know what he feels right now, and it just makes him lose sleep.

One day, Jinyoung woke up late, not that he was usually excited on coming to work for the holidays, but he was usually on time. One might say that he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Feeling cranky and a little naughty when he passed by the chocolates stand on his way to the ticket booth.

“Don’t you want to try a line or two on me?”, he mischievously asked the lady owner of the chocolate stand opposite Jackson’s.

“I don’t play that dirty,” came the reply.

Jinyoung was amused and then picked up several bags of chocolates from display with a yell from Jackson from behind “Oi, Jinyoung! What the hell?! Get over here!”

After shoving the money into the seller’s hand, he let out a quick, “Thanks for this. Not only will I have something to get me through the hell that is my shift, but I got to piss off Jackson, too.” Before running off to escape from Jackson.

Jinyoung laughed to himself as he seated inside his booth, seeming pleased with his prank on Jackson until he saw the calendar on his desk. Thursday. It was Thursday once again.

He sighed. And with a knock on the glass, a voice asked. “How much for two tickets for the 10 AM show?”

“I’m sorry but there’s no shows at 10 AM.” he responded, confident on the schedules as he memorized them by heart. As he uttered the words, he looked at the early bird ticket buyer.

He was speechless.

“Did you miss me?”, you say.

Without a word, he ran outside the booth to look at you face to face, only to see you in crutches. But it didn’t stop him from hugging you, which is so unlike him, at all. “God! Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry.” You say as you breathed his warmth. “I was clumsy, and I slipped, and I fell, and I broke my leg.” You chuckled at the events. It sounds funny as you were saying it out loud.

This time, he laughed with you, “You what? How could you have done that?”

“I know. I don’t know.”, he pulled away and is now looking at you with clear eyes, whisker-like wrinkles underneath and a wide smile on his face. This is the most beautiful he has ever been.

“Don’t you ever. Ever. Leave. Without telling me again.”

“Listen, Jinyoung. There’s something I actually wanted to tell you before.”

He put a finger on your lips to stop you and he shook his head. “I wanted to tell you something first.”

He dropped his hands and took yours, “I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot. If you let me, I would like to get to know you more.”

“I would like that”, you replied with a grateful smile on your face.

He enveloped you in a hug again, the warmest of all the hugs in the world.

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satangivemestrength · 5 years ago

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Loki’s Birthday!

A/N: As I thought this would be cute, here this is

Warnings: Extreme fluff, minor cursing

Waking up before Loki was always a feat in itself. The god insisted on being awake before you for the sole purpose of seeing you in such a peaceful state. You couldn't blame him, as he looked adorable with his little black curls framing his porcelain skin and his cheeks rosy from sleep. Still, you wished you could see him like this more.

Glancing at the clock on your phone, you knew you had to get up as your god's present would take some time. However, glimpsing Loki's serene face once again, feeling his cool chest rise and fall against you, his breath causing a small strand of hair to rise and fall, getting out of bed seemed harder than before.

Finally, after about 15 minutes of debating with yourself how important this present really was, you reluctantly pulled yourself out of his strong arms. Loki whined in his slumber, grasping wildly for your body, before relaxing once again under your touch. You removed your hand from his forehead, silently celebrating his return to subconsciousness, before leaning down to press a tender kiss to his head. Loki smiled and grabbed your pillow, bringing it to his chest and hugging it tightly.

Oh my god, that is so cute.

You snapped a picture and giggled quietly. That would definitely be a future screensaver.

You grabbed Loki's gray hoodie and threw it on, quietly shutting the door behind you as you tip-toed to the nearby kitchen. The cabinets seemed taller than usual without your god but nevertheless, for the sake of the arrogant, adorable god sleeping in your bedroom, you persevered.

Pancakes were sizzling before you knew it, a melody of The Beatles and chocolate chips mixing together to form something nearly as heavenly as the jacket around your shoulders. A swirling sky of purples, pinks, and oranges filled the room, and you could almost feel the peaceful stillness of the newborn day. It being winter, the day would take a bit longer to lighten up, but with Loki in your home, your life was already the brightest it could be.

The oven kept the pancakes hot and you started on the fruit and tea you had recently bought. No matter how cranky the Trickster was about "questionable Midgardian culture", you knew he couldn't resist a good breakfast.

Suddenly, two strong, lean arms wrapped around your waist and you jumped, almost hitting the god with a rubber spatula. A deep chuckle was in heard from behind you as a gentle, sleepy kiss was pressed to your neck. Relaxing in your god's arms, you smiled.

"Good morning, love," Loki's gorgeous voice whispered, nuzzling your neck with a little tired and happy sigh.

"G'mornin', Lokes. How was your sleep?" The god's arms tightened around your waist, somehow pulling you closer to him.

He grunted before answering, announcing his displeasure. "It was alright, though if you had stayed in bed, it would have been magnificent."

A remorseful look crossed your features and for a moment, you were genuinely sorry, but not when you imagined how his face would light up when he realized all this was for him. That smile was better than anything in the world, even a few hours of sleep.

Turning back to look at him, you lightly smiled and kissed his cheek. Loki's small smile returned as you murmured against his skin. "True, but I thought I might treat you today. You only get one birthday a year, you know."

As you pulled away, Loki's green eyes landed on you in shock. He searched for words in his endless vocabulary but none of them could describe how he felt to you. "Y-you made this for... me?"

The god's gaze flickered from the food you had gotten up so early to make him, all the trouble you went through to make him happy, and he just couldn't comprehend it all until your hand on his jaw guided him back to your eyes. Your eyes held nothing but love and adoration and care, and Loki was left wondering what he ever did that was so right, you looked at him like that.

"Course I did, cause you deserve this and so much more, Lokes,” You whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his parted lips before lightly pushing him away. These chocolate chips weren’t going to add themselves.

“Go lay down, babe, I’ll be out in a second.” Despite your god’s numerous protests, you successfully pushed him out of the kitchen, wielding a spatula very mightly if you say so yourself.

From the couch in the living room, Loki followed your every move, still trying to understand why the Norns had blessed him with someone so kind and loving. All his life he had never thought of himself as deserving of love, his mother the only true believer in there being any good in him left. When he came down to Midgard, all he left in his wake was death and ruin yet somehow, through some miracle, you had been able to see something in him worth saving. He had pushed you away, insulted you, threatened you, nearly killed you at some points but, despite every wall he built, you managed to hold his heart without fear of the monster he knew himself to be. How you were able to look at him like there was something in him worth looking at, worthy of your attention of you, he would never comprehend.

Your steps snapped him out of his thoughts and he smiled, turning his head to see you carrying an enormous plate of pancakes. He quickly got up to help, not wanting you to bear any burden for his sake, but you just shook your head. “Uh uh, you stay right there, mister. This is your day and I’m going to pamper you.” So Loki reluctantly returned to his seat, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, before letting you go back to the kitchen.

You smiled and quickly grabbed the fruit, tea, and eggs, making your way back over to your god. Yeah, you knew you were spoiling him, but come on, it was his birthday and you’d do anything to see that beautiful smile of his. Plus, that surprised little gasp of his was well worth the trouble.

“Love, you really did not have to do all of this for me,” Loki gazed up at you in amazement, talking through the chocolate pancake shoved past his lips. A big glob of melted chocolate had missed his mouth and was currently sitting right on top of his porcelain cheek and you chuckled, wiping it away and licking it off your finger.

“Loki, how many times do I have to tell you that you are worth all of this and so much more? It really wasn’t that much trouble, so stop your worrying and finish your damn pancake,” you said, stealing a pancake from his stack and moaning at the taste. “Damn, I did good.”

Swallowing his pancake, Loki pulled you close, tucking you under his arm and pressing his lips to yours. “Indeed you did, my love,” he whispered, his lips still pressed against yours as smiles began to grow on both.

Once you and he were done eating, you rushed out of the room, digging through your closet to find his presents. Loki had attempted to follow you in pure curiosity but you had ordered he stay where he was. Excitedly running out of your room, you flung the horribly wrapped boxes in his face, watching a smirk appear on his gorgeous face. Gingerly, his long fingers took the presents from your hands.

Examining the mess of wrapping, your god’s smirk widened. “This is true artistry, darling, a masterpiece for the ages.”

You rolled your eyes and sunk into the spot beside him, laying your head on his shoulder. “I don’t recall you being the god of wrapping either, Frosty, or are we forgetting last year's Christmas party?”

Your boyfriend glared at you hidden away in his neck, playfully cautioning, “We don’t talk about that, little one.”

Light laughter escaped your mouth, bringing a small smile to Loki’s face once again before you placed a small kiss to his throat, gently sucking a mark into his skin. “Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

A growl left Loki’s throat and he nearly stopped this present nonsense but, as he glanced back at you, he realized how important this was to you. He would have to save that particular activity for later, as seeing her beautiful smile was worth more than any of his urges.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, my love.” Pressing a kiss to your smiling lips, he opened his present and his expression soon became one of shock. Slipping his fingers under the material, Loki pulled the canvas out and stared at the gorgeous brushstrokes, each one placed with such emotion that he could feel the sheer love you had held for him in this exact moment. The painting was one of an old picture you two had taken together, your lips pressed to his cheek with the corners of your lips in an adorable smile. You both had been skating on a lake, snow falling all around you and glistening in your hair, your cheeks rosy in the cold. That was the exact moment in which he realized he hadn’t just appreciated your companionship, he had grown to love you in every single way.

You drew him out of his trance, shifting to gaze at the portrait as well. “Do you like it? I wasn’t sure about the painting but I just love the picture so much and I know you do too and I-” Your rambling was cut off by his lips pressed firmly on yours, effectively shutting you up. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles against your cheeks as he poured every ounce of love and adoration and appreciation into the kiss.

When you parted for need of air, a wide smile had appeared across your god’s face, and suddenly that was all you needed. Resting his forehead against yours, Loki whispered, “It’s perfect, my love, just like you. Thank you so much.”

Tipping your head down once again to meet his lips, a smile identical to his across your face, you muttered with all honesty, “I love you, Lokes.”

His smile somehow grew as he replied, seemingly entranced with this moment and the words flowing so easily from you. In his thousand-year life, he knew he would never be as honest nor as sincere as when he replied, against your soft, smiling lips, “I love you, too.”

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