#happy birthday here's some flangst

[pathologicalreid]

sense memory | S.R.

After eight months, you and Spencer reunite after he was in prison and you were in WITSEC.

part two

who? spencer reid x hotchner!reader category: flangst content warnings: general cm violence, peter lewis, prison reid, cat adams word count: 2.64k a/n: i have no idea if i like this or not. it might be too cheesy. but i like cheese.

Second floor, apartment 23.

You leaned against the wall and slid down until you were sat on the ground. You left your bag draped over your shoulder, holding the strap tightly.

“Haven’t seen you around in a while, sweetie,” someone said, causing your head to snap up. “Here to see him?” Spencer’s elderly neighbor asked as she passed, carrying a grocery bag in her hand from the market down the street.

Nodding, you smiled softly at her, “I was on a trip. I’m just waiting for him to come home.”

She hummed and kept walking to her door, apartment 24. “He went on a trip too, huh.”

Waving halfheartedly as she disappeared into her apartment, you leaned your head against the wall. Yeah, you went on a trip – a trip to witness protection, and Spencer went to prison.

Spencer went to prison. The words still felt foreign to you, you hadn’t heard them until two weeks ago after Peter Lewis died. Since he didn’t know where you were, he sent letters to your old address, and they were forwarded to the marshal assigned to protect you. When you left the program, you got the letters. 178 letters.

Some of them were several pages long, some of them were as simple as an I love you or an I miss you, and some of them had doodles, usually equations.

You wondered if he’d gotten your mail yet. The letters and pictures you’d collected for your marshal to send to him once you were out of WITSEC. You weren’t even sure if he’d want to see you, but your dad encouraged you to try anyway.

You had left in October, just after his birthday, and now it was May.

After being separated from your dad and Jack for so long, you went to stay with them for a week, but you knew you wanted to return to the district. You wanted to see Spencer, for closure if for nothing else. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, JJ,” you heard him say from the first floor, and panic washed over you. The nerves of seeing him again had you wondering whether or not you could survive a jump out of the second-story window.

But the hallway windows didn’t open, you were left panicking, and then there he was.

You shouldn’t be here; you didn’t know what to say to him. The first person from your past should’ve been someone else. You could’ve called JJ or Penelope.

You saw him before he saw you, he was too busy digging in his bag for his keys. Pulling yourself up to your feet, you stood up and wiped your clammy hands on your jeans.

When he looked up and saw you, his expression went from confusion to disbelief to shock. Not once did he look happy, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he, like you, had been finding it hard to be happy lately.

Your chest ached as he walked past you and put his key in the lock. Spencer opened the door, and you held your breath as he held the door open, and you stepped inside of the apartment.

For months, you had imagined this moment in your mind, wondering what you would say when you finally got to see him again. He set his keys down on the entryway table before he turned around and faced you.

Familiar honey-colored irises studied you as if he was comparing the last time he had seen you to now.

“I shouldn’t have come,” you whispered, suddenly feeling like you were imposing on him.

Slowly, you walked backward out of the still-open door, resorting to the idea of never seeing him again. Until he spoke, “Please don’t leave me again.” His voice was soft, timid in a way you had never heard before.

You spun around and your lips parted in surprise. Tentatively, you stepped back toward him before you were right in front of him, inches apart, “I won’t.” It was a promise.

You weren’t sure who reached for who first, but the next moment your arms were slung around his neck and Spencer’s were around your torso, holding you so tightly that your feet lifted off the ground.

He’d bowed his head so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck, whispering your name like a prayer that had been answered.

Propping your chin up on his shoulder, you took a deep breath, “I’m right here, Spence. I’m right here.” He was the same, and yet entirely different. Maybe more muscular, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You opened your mouth to speak again, to tell him that you would never leave him again, not as long as he didn’t want you to.

Everything had changed in the past eight months; you knew you couldn’t make him that promise. That I’ll never leave you promise. It wasn’t real.

But Spencer was real. He was real and he was clutching you the way you were clutching you, his fingers digging into your skin so hard that you might bruise. “I got your letters,” you whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

You felt tears seep through your clothes as you took a deep breath and gently pried yourself away from him. “222 days,” he told you matter-of-factly. “I haven’t seen you in 222 days because you were in witness protection and you’re apologizing to me.”

“Of course, I’m apologizing to you. God, I left the program, and my marshal was like ‘Oh, by the way, here are hundreds of letters from your friends and your boyfriend wrote to you while you were gone. And just so you know, your boyfriend was in federal prison for the last three months.’” You took a few deep, uneven breaths. “What am I supposed to do with that, Spencer? Stop looking at me like that!”

He was smiling at you, his eyes were still watery, but he was giving you a doting smile even so, “I missed you.”

You dropped to a crouch at his words, and he followed you down. Those were the only words you had needed to hear over the last eight months. Meekly, you looked up at him, kneeling in front of you. When you left, Spencer had seemed like he was on top of the world, his mom had been accepted in that clinical trial, and the two of you had been talking more and more about your future. Now he seemed… heavier. A more burdened person. “I missed you so much,” you cried.

Reaching over to you, Spencer gently wiped the tears from your face before pulling you close to him, “You look as beautiful as you did the day I lost you.”

The two of you toppled over as a result of focusing on holding each other instead of balancing. He laid back on the floor, holding you close to him. You looked up, resting your chin on his shoulder, “You never lost me. You could never lose me. I always knew I’d come back; I always knew you’d get Scratch.”

“I didn’t, though,” he whispered, his voice tight with emotion.

You hummed, reaching up and cupping his cheek with your palm. “We’re here now, doesn’t that count for anything?”

Spencer pushed up so that he was being supported by his elbows, “That counts for everything.” He studied your face, “Where did that scar come from? It’s new,” he said, his voice still quiet, like you were an animal, and he was trying not to scare you away.

“Oh,” you murmured, “bashed my head on a door. Only me, right?” You brushed him off before clambering to your feet. What were you supposed to do now? Ask him if he wanted to talk? You used the sleeve of your jacket to wipe your nose. God, he had called you beautiful with snot running down your face. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, staring at the floor. “I know, I know you’re going to say that I don’t have anything to apologize for, but I’m apologizing anyway. I’m sorry for leaving, I’m sorry that Morgan, my dad, and I all left within the same few months.”

He shook his head, “If you hadn’t gone, you’d most likely be dead now. I’d rather miss you for eight months than grieve you for a lifetime.”

You stepped away from him until you backed into the couch, “I thought about calling you. I had no idea that I wouldn’t have been able to. I just thought that-“

And just like that, he was kissing you. It was inevitable, just a question of who would make the first move. A small, shocked noise bubbled in your throat before you leaned into the kiss. It was gentle, tentative even. You gripped the lapels of his jacket as if he’d fade away, but you kissed him gently until he pulled away. “You showing up is the best thing to happen to me all year,” he murmured, sweeping your hair behind your ears. “You remain the most important person in my life.”

“Second most important,” you corrected. “How’s your mom?” Some of the information in his letters didn’t seem overly optimistic, mentioning him bringing her home to stay with him and a medication that he was getting in Mexico.

Spencer gave you a tight-lipped smile, “She’s good, I just went to see her with JJ, actually. She’s staying at a home in the district now.”

You smiled, “That’s good, keeping her close will be good for the both of you, I think.” Spencer reached around your body and pulled at your jacket, “What are you doing?”

“Taking your coat off in an attempt to coax you into staying,” he answered candidly.

Humming, you allowed him to pull the coat off of you, watching intently as he hung it on the coat rack. “Spence?” His name still felt foreign in your mouth as you moved to sit down on the couch.

He looked at you once he finished hanging his own coat, “Yeah?” Sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. A calculated decision, giving you space, but not sitting in a different chair.

“We should talk about it,” you responded, swallowing thickly. “All of it. Everything,” you continued. Millburn. Cat. Mr. Scratch.

Spencer went first, talking to you intently about what happened in that hotel room in Mexico. When he told you what Lindsay had done, you had to swallow your anger. Every once in a while, he’d trip over his words, and you encouraged him to take a break. You laid down on the couch and Spencer nestled in right next to you, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck and enabling you to play with his hair.

Eventually, he told you about Scratch’s takedown. How Luke had watched him dangle from the ledge of that building before he fell to his death.

You sniffled at the end of his story, “I’ll have to thank Luke next time I see him.” You said, closing your eyes and reveling in your sense memory. The smell of his shampoo – tea tree – and the smell of his apartment – stale coffee and old books.

“Where were you?” He whispered, reaching up and skimming the scar on your forehead with his fingertips.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to find his brown ones watching you. “Minnesota,” You whispered, “St. Paul.” Taking a deep breath, you continued, “Then Sacramento, for a while.”

His brows furrowed, “Why did you leave St. Paul?”

You hesitated, afraid to speak about the event. One of the worst things to have ever happened to you, right on up there with the death of your mother. “My uh…” you cleared your throat, “my location was compromised.”

“Does it have anything to do with the scar?” The one you had lied to him about hours ago.

Shutting your eyes, you nodded almost imperceptibly, “It has everything to do with the scar.”

You could see him starting to put a story together on his own, there was a scar on your face that hadn’t been there last year. A scratch. “What happened?”

The memory was there, you wanted to bury it, but it would stick with you forever. The scar on your forehead would fade, but the scar on your soul was permanent. “I did it, I put the scar there,” you admitted. “I don’t know how he found me,” you whispered, that same feeling of defeat rising in your chest.

You were lucky that there was no one else in the house for you to hurt because if Peter Lewis had turned you into a murderer, it might’ve pushed you over the metaphorical edge. As you spoke to Spencer, you told him as much. You were in a bad place while you were in WITSEC.

The two of you remained curled up together in a mess of tears and limbs and fistfuls of shirts and the overwhelming fear of being separated. Looking at him simultaneously broke your heart and put it back together again. “Sacramento was nice, but I missed the East Coast,” you whispered.

“What about your dad?” Spencer asked softly. Part of you wondered if he wanted to go to sleep, it was dark outside now, but you couldn’t be bothered to check the time.

Nodding, you sniffled, “he’s in Philadelphia with Jack, has been the whole time. That’s where I’ve been, with them.”

Spencer lifted his head to look at you, “Where are you staying tonight?”

Sighing, you shifted on the couch, “In a hotel, I’m apartment hunting tomorrow.”

“No,” he said simply, a frown forming on his face.

You laughed lightly, “What do you mean ‘no’?”

He shook his head, “I mean don’t go apartment hunting tomorrow, stay here with me. Stay here tonight, too.” He said, voice bordering on pleading.

“Spencer, we were together for almost six years and never moved in together,” you told him, arching one brow in suspicion. You had talked about it, it just never seemed to happen.

He sat up fully, “I’m tired of making excuses about breaking leases and travel times, Y/N. There’s not enough time in life to keep avoiding it,” he gestured wildly with his hands as his voice slowly rose.

You tried to wrap your head around the idea, “I just want to make sure you’ve thought this through before making a decision this big.” Folding your hands in your lap, you noticed the first real change in him. This was impulsive.

“I spent three months in prison thinking about you!” He said loudly, “Sometimes that was the only thing that kept me going.” That was quieter like he realized how loud he was actually being. “I knew there was my mom, I knew there was the team, but seeing you again… that kept me going.” He studied your face and based on the emotions you were feeling you could only imagine what your expression was, “Is it me? Is it everything I told you that I did? The poison? Cat? Do you not love me anymore?”

Your breath hitched, “I love you. Of course, I still love you.” Finally, you saw it. He was different, but at the same time, he was still the boy who hid his feelings from you – afraid of upsetting your father. The two of you had a long way to go before you could be together in way you used to be, and maybe things would never be the same.

His shoulders slouched forward in relief, “then move in with me.”

Nodding, you leaned your head on his shoulder, “okay.” You took his hand in yours, expertly intertwining your fingers as if no time had passed. “Okay,” you whispered. It certainly didn’t hurt to try.

“And for the record,” he murmured, “I love you too.”

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[sugareey-makes-stuff]

It's that time of year again. Turning another year older means age is just a number, right? I'm not doing anything crazy today (sadly I'm working rn), but hopefully I can enjoy the rest of the evening and make it into a birthday weekend, as long as RL cooperates. It could certainly be a better year for me, but I'm grateful with what I have. Since fandom has helped me a lot throughout the years, blessed me with some of amazing friends and made me who I am today, I thought I'd give back and do something simple and slightly different for this year's birthday fic rec list. Some of you follow me for Harry Potter, Teen Wolf or both (or maybe you just appreciate my dry humour, sarcasm and shenanigans, IDK). And so, here's are 14 multi-fandom and multi-ship fics that I like rereading on repeat because they're made of awesomeness. There's Drarry, Perciver, Wolfstar + rarepairs and Sterek, with the occasional dash of hurt/comfort and angst I love so very much. As always, please give these authors some love by leaving kudos and/or comments!

Maybe you'll find a new fic to add to your TBR (or ship/dynamic you want to explore more of). Check out last year's rec list for your HP fix (lol, get it?). Cheers, and happy reading!

HP- Drarry

🎉 And an Owl Named Romeo by Rickey (E, 26.5k)- Romance, Comfort, Coming Out, Case, Case Fic, Drama, Epistolary, flangst, Auror Fic, Animals, Drama/Light Comedy, Owls, Magic

Draco breeds owls, Harry's an Auror, and an owl named Romeo is going to bring them together.

🎉 Bound To You by agentmoppet | @agentmoppet (E, 28.1k )- Accidental Bonding, Cursed Bonding, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Cartographer Harry Potter, unusual careers, lots of sass, Mild Angst, Pining, Slow Burn

Hag magic is capricious and unruly, and Harry and Draco are bound to stay by each other’s side until they can solve the riddle. In between long car trips, misty rain, and midnight star charts, they begin to understand each other.

🎉 you've got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (M, 20.7k)- AU - Soulmates, Soul Bond, Red String of Fate, Heavy Angst, Terminal Illnesses, Major Illness, Angst with a Happy Ending

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want. He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

HP- Perciver & Rarepairs

🎉 A Journey Home by edelweissmar (Perciver, T, 28k)- Post-War, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Falling In Love, Weasley Family, Family Drama, Cute Kids, Fluff and Angst

Almost ten years after the war ended, Percy Weasley is Head of the Department of Magical Transportation and buries himself in work. It is the only way he knows to forget for a while about the mistakes he made, the family he failed, the brother he lost. Oliver Wood, once the promising keeper of the Puddlemere United, had his hand badly injured in the Battle of Hogwarts, and could never play professionaly again. But if there is one thing Oliver doesn't do, it is giving up. (Or, in which Oliver performs illegal magic on his broom and Percy, instead of having him arrested, falls in love)

🎉 Still Standing by eleventy7 | @tinyhistory (Perciver, G, 16k)- Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Isle of Skye, Scotland, Witness Protection, War-related PTSD

After the war, Percy testifies against his corrupted Ministry colleagues and is sent to the Scottish lowlands to live under the protection of a witness security program.

🎉 What Keeps the Stars Apart by MangoMartini (Perciver, E, 8k)- First Time, Blow Jobs, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon

Percy Weasley attends his brother George's wedding, even though he has doubts as to if he's really wanted there. The night takes a turn from bad to worse to surprisingly better when he runs into his old best friend, Oliver Wood, whom he hasn't spoken to in five years.

🎉 that's all i'm asking. by Idnis | @idnis (Deamus, T, 20.3k)- Angst, Kissing, Spin the Bottle, Pining, Emotional Hurt, 6th and 7th year, Wizarding Wars

‘No,’ Seamus replied in a hurry. ‘No, it’s not. Come on. When’s the last time we played something stupid like spin the bottle or seven minutes?’ ‘Really?’ Hermione said. ‘That’s what you want to play?’

🎉 Fire On Fire by WolfstarGarden (Wolfstar, E, 11.3k)- AU - Modern Setting, AU - Ballet, AU - Non-Magical, Ballet, Smut, Rimming, Anal Sex, Control Issues, Social Anxiety, Desire, LGBTQ Themes, Comfort, Crushes, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Pining, Romance, Dancing, Bottoming, Feelings, Light Angst, Remus Lupin & James Potter Friendship

Sirius’ frown deepened. After a moment he murmured in a low voice, “I don’t understand you at all, Remus Lupin. Oh, but I would so very like to.” A flush crawled boiling heat up Remus’ neck as he fumbled for an answer. “Goodness Sirius ... I’m no one special.” Sirius’ gaze didn’t waver. He said simply, “I think you could be very special to me.”

🎉 quite like us by alarainai | @alarainai (Jegulus, T, 67.3k)- AU- Modern Setting, Texting, Wrong Number AU, Background Wolfstar

[18:12] Seriously, wrong number. Don’t send shirtless pictures to strangers. [18:13] Padfoot, this rejection hurts. [18:16] What’s a Padfoot? [18:17] Wait, is this actually not Padfoot? [18:19] I don’t even know what that is, but no. I’m not a Padfoot.

🎉 Leathers and Lace by doshu | @vdoshu (Flintwood, E, 7.7k)- POV Marcus, Post-Hogwarts, Professional Quidditch, Injury Recovery, anger issues, Toxic Masculinity from side characters, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Explicit Sexual Content, Lingerie, Anal Sex, Exhibitionism, St Mungo's Hospital

Things were much less complicated when Wood played for a different team. “Fuckin’ twat,” Marcus mutters, glaring at his teammate. Wood can’t hear him, but it still feels good to say the words. He wishes he could punch the git but knows that doing so here, at St Mungo’s, when the Keeper’s out cold and there’s a Healer standing hardly three feet away, wouldn’t be one of his finest moments. No. He’ll wait until Wood’s released, and they’re back on the pitch. Not even on the pitch—the second they run into each other in the change rooms he’ll get Marcus’s fist in his stupid face.

Teen Wolf- Sterek

🎉 it took new york to make me a cowboy by piratetattoos (M, 15.2k)- Post-Season/Series 03, AU - Canon Divergence, Derek Hale Leaves Beacon Hills, New York City, Recovery, Trauma, Writer Derek Hale, Photographer Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, Healing, Slow Burn, Postcards, Vonnegut References, Long-Distance Relationship, (kind of), Poetry, Identity Porn, AU - Writing & Publishing, Photography, First Kiss, Getting Together, Inevitability, Happy Ending

After Beacon Hills, Derek heads back to New York. He doesn’t look back, lest he be turned into a pillar of salt. He leaves it all behind, a monument, a tomb, a thousand fuck ups and betrayals left to gather dust and slowly rot away to nothing. He read somewhere once, that time is cyclical, that the universe repeats over and over, and that he will be reborn and make the exact same mistakes over and over again, helpless to change anything. He thinks Stiles told him about a Vonnegut novel like that once. He doesn’t think about Stiles. (or: Derek leaves Beacon Hills, finds himself, and waits for Stiles to find him.)

🎉 Don't Talk About the Bachelor Party by snarkatthemoon | @snarkatthemoon (E, 29.5k)- AU - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Future Fic, Scott is a Good Friend, Deputy Stiles Stilinski, Pining, Angst, Fluff, Weddings, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Emotional Constipation, Drunken Shenanigans, Getting Together, Sex, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things

“Hey look, I kinda need to run something by you,” Scott starts, sounding sheepish, “You know how I said the venue only has eight rooms?” Stiles ‘hmm’s’ absentmindedly, half-distracted by his work phone that’s pinging with emails. “Well, my Dad has decided he wants to stay the night of the wedding now, so we’ve had to make a few changes to the sleeping arrangements.” Stiles groans, throwing his work phone across the bed. He has a feeling he knows where this is going and he knows that Scott knows he’s got him backed into a corner. “Really, Stiles, we couldn’t figure out how to do it another way, and I know it’s not exactly the best timing in the world—” “Just come out with it, Scott.” “We need you to share a room with Derek.” Or, the one where Stiles tries to deny that he's emotionally constipated, there's a wedding, and no one will shut up about what happened at Scott's fucking Bachelor Party.

🎉 Hale of Heart by Nahara (E, 23k)- AU - Future, Future Fic, Witches, Falling In Love, Emissary in Training, Stiles Stilinski, Bad Poetry, First Time, Blow Jobs, OCs, Jealous Stiles, Derek Feels, Derek Hale Has a Heart

Derek’s heart is cursed into a jar (because why the hell not? this is Beacon Hills) and Stiles is an Emissary (in training) who finds himself heart-sitting for Derek. Stiles would like to make it clear that while yes, Derek did give him his heart, he obviously didn’t mean it like that, so stop making those faces, guys.

🎉 Loving You (Losing You) by whentheywrite (T, 11.9k)- AU - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, oblivious idiots, Curses, Pixies, Canon-Typical Violence, Monster of the Week, BAMF Stiles, Protective Derek, Idiots in Love, Memory Loss, Mind Manipulation, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things, Scott McCall is a puppy, The Pack Being Idiots, slight angst, Crack, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor

Derek is cursed to lose what he loves, the pack doesn't know how to react, and Stiles is concerned. Rightfully so, since nothing seems to happen. And then everything goes wrong.

[fallingintolife]

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Sam Winchester x Reader

Oneshots

All I Want For Christmas is You (Fluff)

Hot Night Getaway (Fluff)

Baking Confusion (Fluff)

Shopping Surprises (Fluff, Dean focused but still cute Sammy x reader)

Secrets and Sickness (Flangst/Sickfic)

Just Keep Swimming (Flangst)

Mother Knows Best (Flangst with some Hurt/Comfort)

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Oh, Come On! (Fluff)

Happy 44th Birthday Dean Winchester (Fluff)

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[seesgood]

She was pathetic. She looked pathetic. And she knew they were all thinking it. The great Caroline Forbes, a freaking legend in pediatric surgery --- standing half-soaked and completely strung out on the porch of a house that housed half of the year’s interns. They’d invited her in, but she’d refused. Chosen to pace nervously on the front porch until he finally came to the door. But before he could say anything, she was speaking, the words rushing out of her. “I love you.” That was the first thing she blurted, but it wasn’t the last. She didn’t even give him a shot to say anything before she was talking again. “And I know I screwed up. Like...a lot. A lot, a lot. Like way too much and you shouldn’t ever forgive me because I screwed up and I didn’t tell you about Stefan and that was my bad because I thought I could start over but it was unfair and bitchy and manipulative and I’m sorry. And then again, when I should have chosen you, but I didn’t. Because I was scared and you’re---” She looked at him, shaking her head. “Brilliant and smart and funny and you make me laugh and I don’t know how to deal with guys that actually like me, you know? Or maybe you don’t. But it doesn’t matter because I screwed up and I know that and I’m sorry ---- but I love you. I’m in love with you. And I get it if you never wanna see me again, or if you never want to look at me again and if you want me to I’ll...I’ll never say it again. But I’m...I’m love with you. And I’m not gonna screw this up again. I’m gonna make it right, okay? I’m gonna fight for you so, whatever competition there is, I’m in. I’m all in.” 

--- @hauntedgilbert ; a starter you didn’t ask for but i was watching greys and had feels and yes.

[smol-and-grumpy]

Home To You - Ten

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean enlisted in the hopes to help secure enough money for Sam to be able to go to college. Of course he didn’t tell Sam. Why would he? Sam would understand, right? Turns out, Sam didn’t get it, and is giving Dean the silent treatment for over a year. In Dean’s desperation to reconnect with Sam, Dean reaches out to his brother’s best friend. Little does he know that the hurricane named Y/N will turn out to be the reason he wants to stay alive and go back home for.

Chapter Warnings: Aaaaand, they’re still idiots. Contains flangst.

WC: 3569

Beta’d by: @deanwanddamons​ <3

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“Hey, Y/N,” 

She wakes up to a soft voice ringing in her ear. It’s deep and gravelly, just slightly above a murmur. There’s also a feeling of something nuzzling against her temple. Hot breath fans over the side of her face, making her shiver - but in a good way.

“Wake up,” The voice whispers again, it’s smooth and soft, bathing her in warmth, making her feel less likely to want to burst the comfortable bubble she’s wrapped in so she doesn’t move. 

“Nuh-uh,” She tilts her head, trying to bury her face deeper into the pillow. 

There’s a rumbling sound from underneath her face, it resonates out of her pillow, and then it starts to shake as a chuckle sounds off of it. The sound is deep and scratchy, it makes her feel warm.

Oh.

It’s not a pillow at all, she realizes. 

It’s Dean.

God, but he’s so soft and she feels so content. He’s better than all the pillows in the world.

“You should let me get up, I hear the nurses walking around outside.” 

That’s the cue because all of a sudden, it all comes rushing back and she bolts up abruptly, knocking her head against his jaw in the process and sends him jolting back. Dean cups his face while groaning out painfully, cursing something intangible under his breath.

“Shit, Y/N, you wanna knock me out?” 

She covers her mouth with one hand, muttering apologies and honestly, just trying her best not to burst out laughing too loud as Dean rolls himself off the bed. She absolutely hates the way he takes the warmth with him, and is already feeling colder as soon as he inches away. 

He stops swearing after a while and begins to tie up his boots before standing up straight next to her bed, his hand moving to push her hair out of her face. “You’re still so hard to wake up, huh?”

The memories come back to her. Memories of her mornings at the Winchester’s house where Sam and Dean would fight about who has to wake her up because apparently, she’s a grump in the mornings. Dean always lost to Sam at rock paper scissors and it took him a while to know how best to wake her up, starting with a ten-foot pole, and soon enough, he figured that the best way was to just sit right at the bed with a mug of hot coffee in his hand. 

She’s not allowed to have coffee right now, and knowing that actually makes her grumpier. She scrunches her nose, “Yeah, well, you’d be happy to know that some things never change.” 

“I’m glad they don’t.” He grins. It’s the grin she loves. All bashful and with a slight hint of boyish charm. It makes him look a lot younger. It definitely suits him, it makes her think that he’s just a man who hasn’t seen death and isn’t trying to carry the weight of the world on his own. “Listen, I-”

Before Dean can finish his sentence, the nurse bursts in.

“Good morn-,” The woman who she has gotten to know as Carmen chirps before stalling upon seeing Dean standing there, “-ing,” The brunette nurse finishes and tilts her head down a little. A bright shade of crimson is visible on her face, her mouth curving into a shy grin. Carmen takes a moment to gather herself before she looks back up, “You’re still here,” She states and Y/N just knows that the statement is not directed at her. 

Dean smiles warmly at the nurse, “Yeah,” 

There’s something that bubbles inside of her, rising from the pit of her stomach to her chest and she doesn’t know what it is but she doesn’t really like it. Trying to push that feeling away, she forces a smile of her own.

Carmen just nods at Dean as she walks closer to the bed, probably realizing that she has a job to do. Dean moves to the window, looking out while he lets the nurse check up on her. 

“Before we bring breakfast, the doctor will be here,” the brunette informs her and she sighs. Carmen then turns to Dean, “Would you like something as well, Dean?”

Oh, so they on a first name basis? She must have looked dumbfounded and of course Dean notices because he always does. 

He clears his throat before he speaks to her before even answering Carmen’s question, which somehow makes the jealousy less obtrusive, “Yeah, I came in last night and Carmen was here,” he explains, even though he doesn’t need to. She nods and only then does he turn to the nurse still waiting for him to answer her, “I’m good, thank you. I’ll grab a coffee later.”

The brunette doesn’t seem to be fazed that he took longer to get back to her and now that he did, her face goes tomato red again. Y/N’s used to seeing that. She’s used to knowing what effect Dean has on women and apparently, he still does have that same effect. Things haven't changed at all.

Carmen walks out after doing her work and Dean comes to stand close enough so Y/N can elbow him in the ribs. 

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Duh,” She grins bravely, hiding her true feelings because it has no room here. “She’s obviously into you.”

Dean frowns before cocking an eyebrow, “You think?”

“Jesus, did you not watch the show that just happened?” She smiles teasingly. The smile doesn’t really reach her eyes but she doesn’t think Dean notices, “Maybe you should ask if she wants to go for a drink?”

He looks down to his feet, seemingly in thought. She can see his mouth working from him biting on something on the inside of his cheek. Dean licks his lips before he shakes his head to look up at her, “I’m here for you, Y/N.” His hand comes up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. His words make her face warmer too, which she hopes he doesn’t notice. 

“And I didn’t tell you to.” She replies, knowing full well that she’s been unreasonable, but it’s the truth. She doesn’t want him to worry, and least of all, she doesn’t want him to think that she’s another burden to him. If anything, Dean deserves to have a slice of happiness of his own. 

“Oh, so, you want me to leave you here and go on a date with Carmen?” He raises his voice a little, which stuns her. Dean normally never raises his voice at her, only when they’re bickering but then they know that neither of them really mean it. 

“I’m just saying-”

“What?” He cuts in, more agitated now, “That I will abandon people I love to go on a date with a girl in the short time I get to be with you?”

His words hit her a little too hard and she’s momentarily speechless while her heart is beating a little faster. The pain in her head comes back and she has to squint her eyes as she lifts her hand to her temple. Dean’s quick to rush the two steps forward and laying his hand on hers, “You okay? God, that’s a dumb question, of course you’re not.” 

“You love me?” She asks, because those were the words that stuck. 

Dean’s jaw drops a little and he licks his lips, the pink in his ears showing, which she thinks is absolutely adorable. He always gets the most color there. “Yeah, of course. You’re family, Y/N.”

Yeah, she’s family, just like he is hers. They will never be more than that. The thought just about shatters her heart. 

Before she can dwell on the disappointment that is spreading and clearly taking heavy roots in her guts. She doesn't even realize that Dean has his forehead leaned on her temple until he jumps apart from her when there’s a knock at the door. 

“I’m sorry,” Carmen says and smiles shyly at both of them as she walks in with a fresh jug of water, “The doctor will be here in about five minutes,” 

“Okay,” She nods at the nurse and looks at Dean to direct the next question to him, “When will Sam be here?” 

“He told me he’s going to pop in before his first lecture at 9 AM,” Dean flips his wrist to look at the watch. He’s still wearing the same one, the one she and Sam got him for his twenty-first birthday. The thought of him holding on to simple gifts makes her smile. “He should be here any minute.”

“Right,” 

“Just ring me should you need anything, okay?” Carmen says, already halfway out of the door. 

“We will,” Dean replies for both of them and she keeps on looking at him, glaring even. He sighs before he rolls his eyes. Looking back at her after his eye roll, he lifts his eyebrows and she just jerks her head in the direction of the door and grins, although she doesn’t feel like grinning at all at this moment. He sighs again before he speaks, “Actually, Carmen,” 

Y/N watches as the nurse turns around, and when Carmen speaks, she sounds hopeful. “Yeah?” The woman’s lips curl up into a bright smile while her eyebrows climb up her forehead in anticipation.

“Um-,” Dean half mumbles and sends Y/N a last look. She doesn’t falter, at least she hopes her grin doesn’t falter, but the corner of her lips starts to twitch uncomfortably from the strain so she stops grinning but winks at him instead, her way of telling him to go forward. He frowns at first but then his whole demeanor changes, his eyes a little cold towards her. Not that she can dwell on them too much because Dean turns away from her to look at the brunette instead, “Let me walk you out,” 

She watches him sending her another look. She’d like to say one that is less cold but actually, it turns icy before he turns his back on her, following Carmen out. It honestly makes her feel crushed but she guesses that she brought it upon herself.

Not allowed to get out of bed, there’s nothing else to do for her other than staying behind, and to pass the time she looks out of the window while worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. Of course, she doesn’t want to share Dean with another girl, but what can she really do about it? He said it himself. She’s family. There’s no way Dean sees her the way she sees him and who is she if she doesn’t want him to be happy? 

“Hey you,” Sam sticks his head through the door, wearing his dimpled smile as he strides in afterward to walk to the bed. He wraps her up into a bone-crushing embrace. She takes the time to breathe him in. “How are you holding up? Jess will come later, she has a meeting with her professor.” 

“Of course, I forgot that life is still going on even if I’m not a part of it.”

“I’m sorry to say this, Y/N,” Sam sits down on the empty chair next to her bed, “But I think you have to sit this semester out. There’s no way I will let you worry your head.” 

She has to grin at that. “That’s okay, I don’t even know if I want to continue, Sam.”

“What do you mean?”

She stares at her hands that she has folded in her lap, “I came here to be your cheerleader, remember? I don’t need to study, I don’t think I even need to work for the rest of my life.” 

It’s not a lie. Her parent’s house is hers, they have left enough money for her to be comfortable, and last but not least, there was the insurance money and from the lawsuit her uncle started in order to get the maximum out of her tragedy after her parents passed away. She has enough money and if she keeps on living as she does, it will last her a long time. Long enough for her to figure out what she really wants out of life and a little beyond, probably.

“You’re awfully bad at sitting still, though.” He chuckles, which again, is true. Sam lays his hand on top of hers. They’re incredibly large, her hands looking ridiculous in comparison.

“I don’t know…” She starts, “I just might go back home, would that be okay?” 

“Why?”

“I hate it here.” It blurts out of her and to her surprise, it feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

“Wow, tell me what you really think, why don’t you?” Sam’s full-on laughing, but when it dies down and he looks at her, he sees that she’s not joking. “You know I can’t leave until I graduate, right? I’m still stuck here and maybe, just maybe, if I study hard then I can get out sooner.” 

“Sam,” He lays her hand on top of his, “I’m not telling you so that you will come back with me. Your place is here, at least for the time being and until you get your degree. And I’m not even saying that I’m leaving tomorrow. Right now, I just want to take one day at a time.”

“First of all,” the younger Winchester smirks, “How dare you think that I would want you to be all on your own. And second?” He smiles now, “One day at a time sounds about right to me. We’ll be okay, Y/N. I promise.”

She nods. Somehow she really wants to believe that they will be. 

Dean slips in before the doctor. He pauses at the door and takes a look at his brother and Y/N.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, a hint of concern lacing his voice. 

“Where were you?” Sam asks, skillfully dodging Dean’s question and she doesn’t know if it’s the residue of animosity still resting inside his bones that he doesn’t want to tell Dean everything that worries him yet. 

His brother seems to sense Sam’s reluctance not to answer, of course Dean does. Nothing really gets past him, but she’s glad that he doesn’t pry. Dean never does when it comes to Sam, knowing that his brother will talk when he wants to. 

“Did you get her number?” Y/N jumps in before Dean can even start to open his mouth to answer Sam’s question.

Dean groans out audibly before he sits on another empty chair that’s propped against the wall on the opposite side of her bed. He’s too far away, and somehow she wishes that he was closer like last night. 

“Yeah,” He answers her question but it doesn’t sound like he’s super happy about it, “Are you happy now?”

No, is what she thinks. “Yes,” is what she says and surprises herself by being able to curve her lips up into a small smile. 

“You what?” Sam’s nose scrunches a little in irritation. “You asked some girl for their number? Here? While Y/N’s waiting for surgery?”

Dean doesn’t answer. He’s taking Sam’s anger with a squared chest and his chin held high, and she sees that he’s zoning out. She’s seen that posture before, whenever his dad took the anger out on Dean instead of on them even though it wasn’t Dean’s fault. 

Instead of answering, Dean just looks at Y/N and his eyes change, giving in to blankness.

“Sam, it’s nothing.” She says, trying to calm the younger Winchester down. “I told him to.” She explains.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” Dean mutters under his breath but it wasn’t said with any malice. He leans his head against the wall and sighs heavily and she can’t help but think that he looks exhausted. She wonders if he did get any sleep at all.

She worries her lips, hoping that it isn’t her that keeps him awake, it’s the last thing she wants to do after he makes the journey back to be here for her. Before she can ask or even apologize the doctor who’s been examining her the whole of yesterday comes in to greet them.

His gaze flickers to Dean whom he obviously hasn’t seen yesterday. “And you are?” 

Dean stands up, making himself straighter, puffing his chest out a little, and holds his hand out for the doctor to shake, “Dean Winchester, sir.” 

“Ah, you must be Sam’s brother.” 

“That, I am.” 

“So, I guess the whole family is here now, right?” The doctor’s gaze flickers around the room and she nods. 

He begins to explain his findings and what’s going to happen.

Somehow, though, her brain turns off. She hears everything but she doesn’t let it get under her skin. She heard how he said that there are multiple aneurysms. There’s someone muttering in the back too, saying “Shit!”. Her brain doesn’t register who it was, her guess is on Dean, though. She heard how the doctor said that the chances that anything happening is slim but it’s there but that if they don’t operate, she doesn’t have a chance of surviving once they burst. It’s like a ticking bomb in her head, ready to go off at any time. She tunes the rest out, staring holes into the air. Suddenly, her feet under the thin hospital blanket are so much more interesting to look at. 

“I’ll see you in surgery at 2 PM,” The doctor nods at her.

Y/N can’t answer, waits for the weight of the knowledge to settle down.

“I can’t eat anything, right?” She looks at both men who are left in her room. Maybe it’s the shock sitting inside her but she feels very hungry and it’s the only thing she can think about, which again, is absolutely weird.

“I’m sorry,” Dean answers the question and steps closer, leaning his hands on the mattress and nuzzles his forehead against her temple. She doesn’t really know what he’s sorry for, but Dean answers the question in her thoughts for her, “About everything, you don’t deserve this.” 

Her hand comes up to cup his cheek, fingers rubbing over his scruff, “It’s not your fault.”

“Well, it isn’t yours either.”

She nods in understanding and Dean places a chaste kiss on her temple. They were both a little lost in the moment when she’s brought back to reality by Sam’s sniffing. 

God, Sam. It’s harder on him than on her. 

Dean seems to know too, steps aside to make room for Sam. The younger brother doesn’t hesitate, his hand finding the back of her neck to guide her towards him. He kisses her cheek, lingers there longer than needed but it’s necessary.

“I’ll be back after lunch, okay?” 

“You don’t have to,”

“Oh, believe me, I do.” Sam sniffs again before taking a step back and she does her best to ignore the tears in his eyes. She can’t look at them, knowing that she would break down instantly.

“You should take Dean with you, get him cleaned up at my apartment.” She suggests.

“Why, you wanna get rid of me, Y/N?” Dean’s voice is teasing, trying to ease the air filled with uncertainty. 

“Ya, you stink, man.” Sam grabs his brother’s shoulder and she doesn’t know if it’s the first time they touched since what seems like forever, but from the way Dean tenses up, she guesses that it is. He recovers quickly, though, the tenseness giving way to softness. 

Dean just cocks one eyebrow, eyes flicking to her as if to ask if that’s true. The tip of his ear showed a soft pink shade. She grins and he shakes his head. He doesn’t or maybe she’s biased. She likes how he smelled last night. Pine and musk and something that’s just Dean. Something a home is made out of.

“Come on,” Sam shoulders past Dean, waits at the door because Dean hesitates. “She’s in good hands.” Sam reminds his brother.

“You really want me gone?” Dean turns to her, crossing his arms over his chest and she tries not to look at how the material of his shirt stretches awfully tight over his shoulders and arms. 

“You should go get breakfast. You can take a shower, even take a nap in bed if you want. Mi casa es su casa.” She smiles, “Sam has a key, fresh towels are in the bathroom. The shower is warm and has great water pressure.” 

“K,” He nods, his eyes light up a little at the prospect of a warm shower. Guess there are not many of those out in the desert. He bends down, kisses the crown of her head and moves to rest his forehead on hers, “I’ll be right back, yeah?”

She bites on her bottom lip, he’s so close and all she actually wants to do right now is to move forward and kiss him. It would be so easy. She’s been thinking about his lips a ridiculous amount of time. Wonders if they feel as good as they look. Y/N knows that she can't, that's why all she says is “Okay, I’ll be here.” And laughs lamely. 

“Behave,” He chuckles, pressing another kiss to her temple before he bends down to retrieve his bag from the floor. 

Eleven

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suave and speechless (fluffffff; request)

how much i love you (fluff)

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love doesn’t lie (fluff w/ a teeny tiny bit of angst; romance dialogue prompts 9 & 16; requested)

every day (fluffffff)

not everything has a happy ending (ANGST; trigger warning; sorry for breaking your hearts)

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all of you (fluff; asexual!reader; request)

hidden in the shadows (fluff; secret relationship au)

what have you done with my puff (fluff; romance dialogue prompt 6; request)

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chapter 1: the transfer

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Red and green

pairing: james sirius potter x fem! reader 

summary: james sirius does not like the daughter of theodore nott, infact he despises her, but when she circumstances are such that she has to stay with his family, they have to put up with each other

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warnings: flangst, not proofread, maybe a few mild swear words here and there.

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James Potter, son of the legendary Harry Potter was used to having almost everything his way. He wasn't a spoilt child, not really. He knew where to draw a line. He was a lot like his grandfather some would say. He had his eyes and hair and even the same name. Even his personality matched that of his grandfather. He and his favourite cousin and best friend Fred Weasley II would constantly prank their family. His life was good but on the other hand the only child and  heiress to the Parkinson- Nott household wasn't so lucky.

Y/n Parkinson Nott's life wasn't as easy as everyone thought it was. Her parents were forced into an arranged marriage in order to preserve the pure bloodline. Even after the war, there were some who believed in the pure blood drama. Her mother, Pansy Parkinson wasn't a nice woman. She hated her daughter and probably her husband too. She loved another, Draco Malfoy. Her husband's  best friend. Her father, Theodore nott was alot like Draco Malfoy in many ways. He too changed his ways after the war and raised his daughter (much to his wife's annoyance) to believe everyone was equal.

Theodore and Pansy obviously may have loved each other at some point, because they had a daughter together. Or maybe they didn't and she was a mistake. We'll never know.

******** It was going to be y/n's 11th birthday soon! She was so excited! Her father and her were very close. They loved each other dearly. She excitedly danced around him telling him how excited she was and how she was going to be the best witch in Hogwarts. Her father simply chuckled and told her to sit down and wait for Scorpius Malfoy, one of her best (and only) friends to arrive.

Scorpius was a year younger than her but that didn't matter, they were still super close. The fireplace crackled and Scorpius emerged coughing slightly. "Scorpi!" She cried and hugged him. The two children went up to y/n's room to leave Scorpius' things. He was staying over until her birthday. They returned to the living room where their fathers were laughing together and her mother was looking unhappily at the scene. Oh well. Y/n thought as she and Scorpius walked into the backyard to play some games.

It was finally y/n's birthday! She was so happy. She woke Scorpius and ran down right into her father's arms. "Why so excited darling?" He asked. "You don't remember?" "No." He said trying to hide a smile. "It's my birthday!" She said. "Ofcourse I remember sweetie, look on the dining table." He laughed. She ran pulling Scorpius with her to grab her Hogwarts letter. "It's addressed to me!" She said excitedly. "Look mum! Im going to Hogwarts." Her mother gave her a curt nod and a tight lipped smile.  She ignored it knowing how her mother usually was.

She read the letter and squealed! She jumped into her father's arms as he promised to take her to diagon alley that very day. "Can Scorpius come too?" "Ofcourse he can." She high fives her best friend.

That evening the three of them flooed to diagon alley. Draco would pick up Scorpius from there. They first walked into ollivanders wand shop, which had been taken on over by another woman after the old man's death. "Hello dear, come to get your first wand?" Y/n nodded excitedly. "Alright, let me see." She said and went back in the shop. She pulled out a few boxes of wands. I opened the first box and waved it around. Bright red sparks flew out of the tip of the wand and the windows of the shop cracked. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed putting the wand back. "Oh no worries dear, happens to all of us." The woman said brightly.  Y/n tried a few more wands and none of them seemed to work for her .

Finally the woman opened a deep red box and pulled out a wand. It was intricate with ivy vine carvings on it. Y/n waved the wand and bright green sparks came out of it and illuminated the shop. "this is the one!" The woman clapped. Y/n smiled happily. "Ah it's the perfect wand. It hasn't chosen a wizard since decades. It's a unique wand you see. Made of both unicorn hair and a phoenix feather. You must be a very unique girl!" y/n blushed at the compliment. After paying for the wand and getting other school supplies, Theo took the children for lunch where Draco would be joining them.

Scorpius listened as y/n spoke excitedly about school. He too was eager to join her the next year. He wanted to be a slytherin but also felt he would do well in ravenclaw. y/n never really thought about what house she wanted to be in, her father would love her regardless. Her mother, well she was a different story all together. Deep down she wished to be a slytherin so that maybe,just maybe her mother would love her. Y/n shook her head and came back to reality just as the food arrived. She enjoyed her meal and listened at her dad and scorpius' dad talked about some ministry work which she didn't quite understand.

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The days turned into weeks and finally the day y/n would board the Hogwarts Express was here! Her trunk was packed along with her robes and wand. Her father had also surprised her with an owl! The owl was named ebony and she had icy blue eyes and dark brown feathers. The owl was beautiful. Before leaving for the station, y/n bid her mother goodbye, hoping for a hug (which she did not get) but she got a curt nod and y/n was on her way.

She and her father apparated to the station and y/n thought she was going to puke. They walked onto the station and Theo stopped infront of platform 9 and 10. "Where is the station daddy?" Y/n asked excitedly. "It's right there!" He chuckled pointing at the brick wall in front of them. "That's platform 9¾!" "Daddy don't joke!" He laughed and ran through the wall. Y/n gasped and closed her eyes and ran through the wall. She opened her eyes and gasped. "Woah" she whispered. Theo walked up to her and patted her head. "Amazing isn't it?" "Yes!" "Come on now, don't want to miss the train." She hugged her father and he kissed her forehead and watched her as she boarded the train.

Y/n walked through the train looking for an empty compartment. Finally finding one, she settled down with her small carry on backpack next to her. She looked out of the window and observed her surroundings. As the clock nearly touched 11, she took out her favourite book, murder on the orient express. As she flipped through the pages of the book, a blonde girl called out to her. "Hey, can i sit here?" "Sure!" y/n smiled. "Sorry to impose on your privacy but i dont know anybody here. I'm a muggleborn you see." the girl said. "Oh no, you aren't imposing! I dont know anybody here although i am a pureblood." "I'm Holly, Holly Fields." "I'm y/n Nott. Nice to meet you." I smiled at her.

She's so sweet! Y/n thought. The two girls chatted most of the journey before holly dozed off. Y/n re opened her book and started to read until a boy with hazel eyes and unruly black hair fell into their compartment. He smirked at y/n and stood up. "Sorry about that, my cousin pushed me in." Y/n stared at him shock. "Uh no worries." She said. "I'm james, James Potter." He said confidently, sticking out his hand to shake with y/n. "I'm y/n. Y/n Nott." James smiling face dropped and he grimaced. "Is your father, Theodore nott? The death Eater?" "Yes he is and he is NOT a death Eater." "Oh I'm sure he's not." James said sarcastically. "You're probably going to be a no good Slytherin!" "How dare you!" Y/n was about to slap James when holly woke up, rubbing her eyes. "What's going on here?" Y/n withdrew her hand and glared at James. "Uh nothing hol, don't worry about it." She nodded and nodded off again. "Now get out of here Potter before I actually slap you." He scoffed. "I'm sure you will." Before she could actually do anything he left the compartment and slammed the door. Y/n sighed and sat down. It was going to be a long 7 years.

**** Y/n's pov

After the Hogwarts express stopped, we were led to Hogwarts on boats. I looked at the giant castle in awe. Holly looked equally awestruck and we both silently gushed together. James looked at me from his boat."enjoying the view nott?" He asked mockingly. I made a face at him and looked away. He laughed evilly. I ignored him. The boat ride ended and as I was getting off the boat, Potter pushed me into the water. I fell backward and nearly drowned. Luckily I knew how to swim and so I managed to come up to the land. Holly helped me out, and Hagrid dried me with a spell.  He went to reprimand Potter and told him he'd be getting detention. He held a sour look and I felt a bit better.

We were welcomed by a tiny professor who said his name was flitwick. He introduced us to the 4 houses and instructed us to wait at the door. A few mins passed and the hall door opened and we were led inside. There were 4 long tables and a stool with a hat on top of it in the centre of the room. We walked to the front. There were many eyes watching us. I started to feel self conscious. The hat suddenly burst into a song. I grabbed Holly's hand when I heard snickering from behind me. Potter. "What is it now?" I hissed. "Oh nothing, just that you're such a scaredy cat." I was about to retaliate when professor flitwick started calling out the names of people to be sorted. I simply looked away.

"Potter, James." Called out professor flitwick. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat called out. Fits him, I thought, the cocky bastard. "Fields, Holly." "SLYTHERIN!" "Nott, y/n" I walked to the hat nervously. I sat on the stool. I felt a voice in my head. "Hmm, interesting. You have a lot of ambition and cunning. You are also very kind. Hufflepuff? Maybe not. Better be, SLYTHERIN!" I jumped off the stool happily. The Slytherin table cheered as I took my place next to holly. As the sorting ceremony ended, headmistress McGonagall announced the commencement of the feast. The table filled up with the most delicious looking food. I piled up my plate and savoured every bite.

"You look like you haven't seen food in your life!" Said a boy jokingly. I laughed and introduced myself. "I'm ashton. Ashton brown." "Are you a first year too? I asked him. "Yes I am." The rest of the night, holly, ashton and I had a nice conversation. I had made two very good friends but I still missed scorp, he is my best friend after all.

When we went to our dorms, I sent my father a letter telling him about the sorting ceremony. I put my quill and ink away and went to bed.

*****

First year was amazing. I loved  everything about Hogwarts. Everything except james Potter. That arse had decided to torment me every chance he got. I obviously retaliated, with holly and ashton by my side I wasn't too badly affected by his words. The three of us had become tight knit friends.

The year was almost over and the exams were very near. I spent almost every hour in the library. "Hey ash, have you completed the transfiguration homework?" " Yeah I have. Do you need help?" "Yes please." Just as he was about to start explaining the work to me, the very devil sauntered up to our table. "Ah two little snakes. What do we have here?" "Just leave James, I'm not in the mood for your crap on a Saturday when I have better things to do." James opened his mouth to retaliate. "No, I don't think I will. I don't take orders from slimy snakes you see." My ears started turning red and I was close to breaking his neck. "Aw, cat got your tongue Nott, or are you too weak to fight back?" "That's it!" I slammed my book shut just as I was about to say anything, madam Pince walked by our table. "what is going on here?" She said sternly. "Nothing." Potter and I muttered. "You git." I whispered to him sharply and sat down at my table.

**** James and I were at each other's necks for all three years that I have been in Hogwarts so far. The whole school knows about our rivalry though no body knows the reason for. I had heard so dumb rumours about it... "I've heard that James killed her cat" "no, I've heard that she cursed his owl " There were even more absurd rumours but I decided not to pay attention to it too much.

Fourth year was one of the best years of Hogwarts so far. I was doing great in school, the teachers liked me, most of the student body liked me too. I had joined the quidditch team last year and according to our captain, Luke Grey, I could take over his spot as captain next year!

Everything was good except for the fact that my father had fallen sick. The doctor's said he may not survive. It was awful. He is my entire world and I doubt that I could live without him. My biggest support system have been my friends especially Scorpius. I don't spend as much time with him because of being in different years and him making friends with my mortal enemy's brother. He was a Slytherin, I often wondered how James felt now that his brother was in the snakes pit.

I wrote letters to my dad telling him all about my life and how annoying James was. He told me to try and he friends with him, like he and his father Harry Potter had made up and were friends now. Ugh as if me and that prat could ever be friends. Never in a million years.

I was just finishing reading my letter when holly barged into the dorm room. "What happened?" I asked her. "You have got to see this." She dragged me by the arm into the common room. It was covered in red and gold silly string and in big bold letters it was written gryffindor rules. There could only be one person who could do such a thing. Potter. I was so going to get him. I silently walked back to the dorm and I heard holly (and ash who had joined us) muttering discretely. James Potter you are going to regret this I thought to myself.

The next morning as I sat at breakfast alone, I thought of a revenge plot. "You were abnormally quiet yesterday." Holly said sitting down infront of me. "Yeah." Said ash. "That's very unlike you, especially when James Potter is involved." "Oh no reason." I said. "I don't like the way you said that. Spill." Holly demanded. "Oh alright. I was silent because no one plots a murder out loud." I smirked. "You're not going to kill him right?" Ash asked me seriously. "Oh no I won't. But he will surely wish he was dead." Holly and ash shared a look.

******

"Ok so here's the plan." I said. Ashton and  Holly stood in front of me. "Is this really necessary y/n/n?" "Yes it is. Now hear me out." They sighed and motioned me to go ahead. "We will enchant his hair to become green and silver and across his forehead, we will charm the words 'slytherin rules!' eh?" "How do you plan to 'enchant' him?" Ash asked me. "Oh dear ash, you underestimate me." I smirked. "Hey Scorp, Albus come here." "You convinced potter's brother to help you?" Holly looked at me both exasperated and amused. "Well it was quite easy, the number of times Potter has embarrassed Albus, he was more than willing to help."

"Er, hi." Albus said, shuffling on his feet. "Hey Albus, you know the plan right?" He nodded. "I'm going to pour the potion into his pumpkin juice tomorrow morning." I high fived him and he and scorp left the room. "You are unbelievable." Holly laughed. "But you love me." I grinned. "That we do." Ash pulled me and Holly into a hug.

**** The plan went smoothly the next morning. Albus went and sat beside James and distracted him while Scorpius poured the potion into the drink. They left the table and James took a sip of the drink. The effect wouldn't be instantaneous but in a few minutes james' black locks would turn green and silver. I watched the gryffindor table discretely as I ate my buttered toast. Slowly Potter's hair started to turn green. Showtime. The people he was talking to stared at his hair. He touched his hair and looked frantic. He looked over to the Slytherin table and I averted my gaze. "Nott!" He bellowed. "What have you done?!" "Me?" I said innocently. "I haven't done nothing." I shrugged. He covered his forehead and his hair and ran out of the great hall. "I'm gonna get you I swear!" "No you won't!" I called back after him. I snickered as I ate. Revenge is sweet.

********

That incident triggered a prank war between us. We were constantly pulling pranks on each other. Mostly harmless ofcourse.

I walked into charms with holly and ash and sat beside them. Flitwick stood on his pile of books on the desk. "Alright class, this month we will be working on a partner project." Everyone started whispering with their friends. "I will be picking the pairs." Groans sounded in the class. "Let's hope it's no one bad." I whispered to holly. She nodded in agreement. "Fields and smith." She smiled at the boy who was apparently Smith. "Brown and walker." Ashton walked to one of our fellow Slytherin, Dan walker. Almost the whole class was paired up, except me and "Potter and nott." Great. Just my luck. Partenerd for a whole month with Potter .

I groaned and moved aside as James slid into the seat next to me. "Potter." I curtly greeted him. "Nott." He grumbled. I rolled my eyes and put my head in my hands. "This is going to be a nightmare." I sighed. "Professor! Can we change partners?" Potter called out. "No you cannot Potter. Sit down." I swore under his breath and sat down. "I don't think I'm that terrible." I told him. "I don't think I'm that terrible." He mocked me. "oh go to hell." "Oh go to hell." He mocked again. "Potter is you say one more word I swear to god-" "SILENCE Potter and Nott." I rolled my eyes and kept quiet. This is going to be a long month.

Once class ended I stopped Potter outside class. "Look Potter, we both have to get a good grade so let's put aside our differences and call a truce." "A truce with you? Definitely not." He scoffed. "Alright then what do you propose we do?" "Never see each other's face again?" "Then we'll fail you twat." "Oh alright fine. We'll call a truce. But only for this month and nothing more ok?" "That's all I ask." We shook hands. "Uh we gotta start today itself, it's quite a long project." I said looking at the guidelines. "Ugh ok. Meet me in the library at 6pm." I nodded and walked back to my common room.

**** It is 6:30 where the hell is Potter? I'm so done with this boy I swear to Salazar. I sighed and resumed the project by myself. After a while I heard shuffling of feet and the obnoxious sound of someone pulling out the chair in front of me. "Well well well look who decided to show up?" I said showing him the time. It was 7 one hour after we had to meet up. "Sorry, I got busy doing things." "Save it. I don't really care, just do your part of the project." He mock saluted me and got to work. We stayed in the silence for another one hour before my stomach growled. "Shit." I whispered. "Is it time for dinner already?" James asked me. "Yep it's 8 o clock." "Let's go eat then." We cleared up our mess and headed to the great hall, where we went our separate ways.

The project actually went quite smoothly. I could actually have a civil conversation with Potter without wanting to break his neck. Maybe we were becoming friends. Ugh, that's a stretch. I guess our civility was very visible because ash pointed out that we hadn't had a screaming match in a long time. Huh, he's right.

I walked to the library with all our project work, today was the last day and we had a bit of work left. To my surprise Potter had already reached there and was sitting on the table waiting for me. "you're early." I pointed out. He shrugged. "I was free so I thought I'd come on time for once." I cracked a grin at that. We sat down and worked together. "Crap, we missed dinner." I said once the work was finally completed. "Oh damn, we did. Uh no worries though. Come with me" "where?" "You'll see." We gathered our stuff and dropped it off at the Slytherin common room. Potter grabbed my arm and pulled me with him. He stopped to tickle a pear. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "just wait!" The pear giggled and a door appeared on the wall ahead of us. "Is that- is that kitchens?" "The one and only." He said triumphantly.

We walked in and were instantly surrounded by house elves. "how can we help you sir and miss?" They asked. "Can you give us some leftovers from dinner?" "Certainly miss!" They scurried away. "How did you know how to get in?" I asked. "My cousin fred told me, well his dad told him about how he and his twin brother Fred sr who is now dead used to come to the kitchens when they were in Hogwarts and fred brought me here."

The house elves brought us some meat, salad, pizza, cake and sandwiches. I ate the sandwiches and pizza and cake which was delicious. "This is amazing!" I complemented the tiny elf in front of me. "Thank you miss! Lily is glad you like it!" She said, turning completely red. She was cute. "It's almost curfew, we have to go." Potter said to me. We thanked the elves and left. "You aren't so bad you know." I told him as we walked back to the common rooms."Same goes for you." He punched my shoulder lightly and I smiled.  "Um my common rooms that way so u gotta go." I said. He nodded and saluted me goodbye. Maybe he wasn't bad after all.

We didn't talk all that much for the rest of fourth year but we didn't yell at each other at all, I guess things were changing.

**** Summer: 5th year My father's health wasn't getting any better, nor was my mother's attitude towards mem I spent almost all my time with my father at home or going out (which was very less) with him.

School was going to start in 2 weeks and I had yet to buy my school supplies. I had recieved a letter from school that I had been made quidditch captain! I was thrilled. The responsibility would be great because of the owls looming on our shoulders but I would make it work. I quickly wrote to ash and holly and told them about becoming captain and asked if they wanted to go to diagon alley together with me.

I ran out of my room when I heard my parents arguing. My mother was yelling and my father was trying not to scream. This is horrible. He's already so sick and mother isn't helping things at all. I sighed and went back to my room. I would talk to father later.

**** I recieved holly and ash's letters very soon. Turns out they had been made the Slytherin prefects! Holly seemed surprised that it was her and not me but I think that she's very worthy of being a prefect. They said that they would meet me at diagon alley the coming Saturday. I pushed their letters into my drawer and  opened my quidditch magazine. There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" My father walked in. "Dad, why didn't you just call out to me?" "It's alright dear, I'm here now." "Is everything alright?" "Not really. Sit beside me." I obeyed and went beside him.

"As you know my health is not very good and it's only getting worse, my time may end soon." "Daddy don't say that " I said somberly. "It's the truth darling, but you have to listen to me very clearly. No matter what happens after my death, I want you to stay stay strong." I started to feel tears pricking my eyes. "Now, you may not want to stay in this house with your mother, I understand why you wouldn't." I chuckled at that."If the circumstances are bad, you have no where else to go, just remember that Harry Potter will always be there to help you. You just need to ask." I looked at my hands. "I love you dad, I don't know what I'd do without you." He pulled me into his arms and I sobbed into his shoulders. "I love you to darling, but life is unpredictable. You are the strongest girl I know and I'm sure that you will grow to be a fine young woman with or without me." I continued to cry and couldn't hold my tears in.

**** It's Saturday and we have to go to diagon alley to get my books. I flooed over to Ashton's house from where we would go to diagon alley together. "Hey ash!" I hugged him. "Hey y/n/n!" "Kids! Ready to leave?" "Yes mom." Ashton replied. We grabbed onto her arm and apparated to diagon alley. "Alright so you both go ahead to flourish and blots while I go and run some errands." She told us. We nodded and walked to flourish and blots. "How is your dad y/n/n?" "Not great." I said sadly. He patted my shoulder and we entered the shop. "Ashton! Y/n!" Came a voice behind us. "Holly!" I hugged her. "How was your break?" "It was great! We went to meet my aunt in Ireland." "That sounds awesome."

We bought our books and waited for mrs Brown and then went to buy our other supplies. We finished and then went to have ice cream at Florence Fortescue. "This is the best ice cream I've had!" Holly cried. We all chuckled.

**** 5th year I was sad to leave my dad but I had to go back to Hogwarts. I gave him the tightest hug possible and left for school. The train ride was uneventful as were the first few months of 5th year.

Quidditch training was on me now and I had to juggle those duties and studies. The first quidditch match of the season was in a month. I had yet to select players and ugh so much work.

I dragged my feet to class and plopped down on the chair and put my head into my arms. I almost fell asleep when someone pulled a strand of my hair. "Sup nott?" "Huh? Oh I'm good Potter how was your summer?" "You know, the usual.  Pull pranks on my brother, homework, family meals. That's beside the point, why are you sleeping in the first class of the day?" "Because I stayed up all night thinking of quidditch plays. And drawing up schedules. Why are you asking me all this and why are you sitting here?" "Firstly I'm just curious and secondly were deskmates for the year in this class." "What? Deskmates?" "You didn't read the circular put up the door did ya?" I shook my head, no. "Thought so." He said leaning back in the chair. "You're welcome." He smirked.

******

The first quidditch match of the season was in two hours. I was nervous. How could I not be? I poked at my food and ate barely anything. "Just eat it y/n/n." Holly nudged me with her shoulder. "I can't! I'm so nervous I could puke." "Hey, you'll be great! You're the best chaser Slytherin has had in years! I'm sure you will do great." Ash smiled at me. They really were amazing. "Thanks guys." "No problem. Now eat and then destroy gryffindor in the match." Holly gave me a double thumbs up. ****

I was in the air waiting for the quaffle and watching my team fly about keeping an eye on the balls. Suddenly I noticed a bludger coming my way. "Hey!" I called out to one of the beaters. He immediately flew over to my and the bludger was sent away. I looked away and heard a scream. I noticed that James had been hit on the stomach by a bludger! I flew over to him and tried to catch him but he was falling too fast. I flew downward with all my might, I grabbed hold of hand and slowly went downward. It took alot of my energy to ba able to help James and not fall in the process.

We were close to the ground when my grip on the broom slipped and James, me and our brooms went crashing to the ground. Luckily we were not too high off the ground. But James was already badly hurt and the fall may have knocked him unconscious. "James! Wake up! James!" I shook him but there was no response. The nurse was on her way but I refused to move until I knew James would be ok.

The match went on without me and my team played really well. Gryffindor caught the snitch but we were all way ahead so the match was won by us. I was so proud! All the practice payed off.

I joined my team in the victory celebrations where everyone was invited. Halfway through the party, I decided to go and check on James and see if he was doing ok. It wasn't curfew yet so I had time.

I walked to the infirmary and asked madam Pomfrey where James was. She nodded toward one of the beds. I slowly walked over to the bed and sat down on on the chair beside him. He may have heard the sounds of the moving chair and groaned opening his eyes. He took a few seconds to register it was me but then his confused expression turned slightly angry. "What are you doing here?" He spat. "I'm just checking up on you." I said. "I don't believe you. You are the reason I'm here." "What?" I asked confused. "Don't act all innocent. You know you deliberately sent the bludger my way so that Slytherin would win." "James, I would never stoop so low!"

He scowled. "Don't call me James. Why should I believe you?You're a Slytherin, you cheat and lie." I was hurt. "Is that really what you think of me?" "Yes." "Fine then. I will leave and never come back. And, to think we were becoming friends."

****

It was toward the end of fifth year after our owls when I got a letter. I was at breakfast with Scorpius and Albus, as holly and ash had prefect duties. My family owl, emerald flew to me and dropped a letter in my lap. I fed her some treats while I opened the letter.

The spoon in my hand fell to the table as my eyes read and re read the contents. "what happened y/n/n?" Scorpius asked me. "My father, he's critical now. I have to go home!" I said almost in tears. I left me food and ran to headmistress McGonagall's office. I stood outside the gargoyle wondering how to get in. "Miss nott? What are you doing here?" She asked me. I turned around and told her of the letter. She took in my state and let me send a letter home informing them of my early return. I thanked her and headed to my dorm.

As I was packing my stuff Holly walked in. "What happened y/I (your initial) ?" She asked me, concerned. "I showed her the letter, not wanting to speak. She pulled me into a tight hug and said that she'd walk me out. On the way we met ash, who joined us. We were at the courtyard from where professor flitwick would escort me further. While we waited, the devil himself James Potter came running our way. He banged into my shoulder. "Watch where you stand Nott." He sneered. I didn't reply. I kept my eyes firmly on my feet. "Not the time Potter, now get going before you get into trouble." Ash threatened him. He stomped off to who knows where.

After a few minutes professor flitwick arrived. I hugged holly and ash goodbye. We took the carriage to hogsmeade and then apparated to London, to my house. I burst through the door, straight to my dad's room. He looked pale, thin and weak. He saw me and smiled weakly. "Daddy!" I ran to him and hugged him tight. "Hello my angel." He kissed my forehead. "Don't leave me." I cried holding on to him tighter. "Angel, look at me." He said holding up my chin. I couldn't meet my eyes to his as I felt myself grow weaker as he did. "you are strong. Stronger than me or your mother. I hope, no I know you will be fine with or without me." This only made me sob harder.

"Can we atleast spend time together for as long as we can?" I asked softly. "Whatever you want." He kissed my forehead. I played our favourite movies and we watched them together. We listened to our favourite songs and played our favourite games together. I cherished every last minute I had with my father.

He breathed his last one week later. His last words to me were, "stay strong angel." I kept my tears at bay, not wanting the last thing he sees to be me crying. After he passed I locked myself in my room and cried my heart out. I barely ate and my only company was my pet owl. My friends sent me letters offering condolences but I didn't have the heart to read them.

The day of the funeral arrived. I dressed in a black dress and covered my head with a black net cap. My dad's friends and our family had come to Nott manor. I sat at the front and bowed my head as people gave speeches. It was my turn. I stepped up and started. My voice cracked as I spoke. "My father, he is, was my best friend in the whole world. He was my confidant and my favourite person in the whole world. His last words to me were 'stay strong angel' and I hope to keep my word and make him proud." I smiled and walked down as fast as I could. I sat down and the tears poured down my cheeks.

The will was being read, I was given most of his personal belongings, his favourite chain and a letter. I went to my room and opened the letter.

"To my angel, I'm sorry I had to leave you so soon. But things often don't go as planned. I know it will be hard at first but I know you will pull through. Let all your tears out, cry as much as you want. Tears don't make you weak. You have friends that love you and won't let you be alone. I have left a large chunk of my wealth for you as inheritance. The key to to the vault in this envelope.  Remember, no matter where you are, remember I am always watching over you. I love you angel. Lots of love, Dad.

As I finished reading the letter i ran out of my room to where my father was burried. I sat down in front of his tomb and traced his name with my finger tips.

Theodore Nott A beloved father, husband and friend. He will be dearly missed.

Tears started rolling down my cheeks again and no matter how hard I tried, they would not stay in. As I sat on my knees, tears streaming down my face, I felt drops of water fall on my hair. I looked up and saw that it was raining. My magic may have caused it to rain over me. I ignored it, the pain in my heart too much to bear. I had lost the one who loved me most.

*****

The next few months I spent at home were hell. I exchanged letters with my friends but they weren't my dad. His loss had created a gaping hole in my heart and my mother was no help. After his death she started acting worse and behaving horribly. She taunted me about my friends and said horrible things about dad and everyone I loved. One day as she was bad mouthing my father I snapped. "WILL YOU STOP IT?" I cried. "You dare to talk back to me like that?" She screamed at me. "I have had enough of you!" I cried. "Fine then leave! You are no daughter of mine." "So that's it then? You don't want me in your life anymore?" "Obviously. You have two days to get out of my sight." "Fine then! I have no interest being here either." I ran to my bedroom and gathered all my things. I had no where to go. Scorpius, ash and holly were all away. Was I going to sleep on the roads? Then I remembered what my dad had said to me.

Harry Potter is always there to help.

******

I ran out of my house and walked across to the main Street. How was I going to get to the potters house? I had no idea where they lived. I only knew that it was somewhere in central London based on what Albus had told me. I stood on the side of the street thinking of what I'm supposed to do when a huge purple bus came out if no where. "Need a ride miss?" Said a pimply old man. "Who are you?" "Stan shunpike miss." He said "welcome to the knight bus." I boarded the bus. "Where to?" Stan asked. "uh central London." "Alrighty then." The bus took off. The driver drove rashly. How did he have his licence? We finally arrived after me almost getting trampled by the baggage around. I got off.

Ok I'm here now. I thought to myself. Now how do I get to the potters? "Y/n? Is that you?" I turned around to the source of the sound. "Albus?" "Yeah!" He came up to me. "why are you alone and why do you have your suitcase with you?" "Uh long story short, my mother disowned me and I have nowhere to go. I remembered my father had said that if I ever needed help Harry Potter would help me so um I came looking for your dad." I said sheepishly.

By then mrs Potter had come up to us. "Mum, can y/n come home with us?" "Ofcourse! But why?" "Uh, we'll explain at home mum." She shrugged and smiled at me. I shyly smiled back. We followed her back to the Potter house.

I marveled at the sight of the house. It wasn't as big or ancient as Nott manor but it was homely. We walked into the living room where mr Potter was seated too. "Hello ginny, Albus." He smiled at his wife and son. Then his eyes landed on me. "I don't believe we've met before." "Uh we haven't I'm y/n Nott. Albus' friend." I said awkwardly. "Darling, why don't you tell us what the problem is now?" Mrs Potter said to me. "um sure. My father died a few months back, I think you knew that and so I lived with my mother. She isn't the most wonderful woman in the world." Mr Potter cut me off with a chuckle. "That we do know." I continued. "She became worse after my father had died and kept bad mouthing my friends, my father and those I loved. I snapped and yelled at her. She told me to leave if I had such a problem with her and then disowned me completely."

Mr and Mrs Potter looked solemn and Albus patted my hand awkwardly. "my father had once told me that if I ever needed help it was Harry Potter who would give it to me, and so here I am." Mr Potter looked me. "I knew your father. He was a good man once I got to know him. He did mention that you may need me in one day in the future, after he got sick. And I will help you, for the sake of your father." "You will?" I asked happily. "Yes ofcourse! We have alot of space in this house and you and James seem to be the same age, so why don't you stay with us for this summer? We'll worry about next year when it comes. "

I was very grateful for the help that I had got. I never thought I would be lucky enough to have gotten a place to stay that easily. After Albus helped me place my things in the room next to Lily's, I can downstairs to help mr and mrs Potter, it was the least I could do as a thankyou.

As I spoke to mrs Potter while I helped her cook the dinner, James ran down the stairs. "Hey mum, what's for- what's she doing here?" He asked a bit angrily. "James, be polite. She's staying here because of something that happened at her house." "But mum, she's, mum!" He whined. "James." She said sternly. He groaned and went back up the stairs.

James and I avoided each other the best we could. I still hadn't told my friends that I had left Nott manor, they would get stressed and ruin their holiday because of me.

The entire family had gone out one day, I chose to stay back, not wanting to encroach on their family time. What I didn't know was, that James was at home too. So when I walked into the living room, I got the shock of my life. I quickly turned around to go back upstairs, so that I didn't get into a screaming match with James. "No, y/n wait." "What?" "Please." He said, sincerely. I sighed and sat on the sofa opposite him.

"I need to apologize to you." He said, running a hand through his messy hair. "For everything. You didn't deserve to be treated they way I treated you." I nodded at him to go on. "I really think you are amazing and I'm sorry for blaming you for my fall off the broom." "Yeah, why did you do that?" "Well the truth is, I started to develop feelings for you and didn't know how to act. I tried to hate you and push you away so they would go away. But , that obviously failed. Now, I still like you very much." I was at a loss of words. He likes me? After everything? He likes me. "I, uh." I muttered. "You don't have to give me an answer right now. Think about it." He smiled. I looked at him and then immediately ran up to my room. What a day. **** Summer break was almost over, and today we went to get our books from diagon alley. We flooed there and then went to get money from gringotts. I'm glad I had gotten my share of inheritance before hand. I gave the goblin the keys and withdrew enough money to buy books and a bit extra incase I needed some in Hogwarts.

"Alright kids," Mr Potter said, clapping his hands together. "We are going to split up to make this faster. "James and y/n, you both go to flourish and blots and gets your own as well as lily and albus' books. Al and I will go to Madame malkins and buy Albus new robes and ginny and Lily will go and get all of you kids new stationary." We nodded and went out seperate ways.

Walking alone with James was a bit awkward after his confession, but he kept cracking jokes to make the atmosphere light. We bought the books, which were very heavy, and dragged them to a small diner where we would eat supper and then go home. Mr and Mrs Potter were very late. It was only James and me for about half an hour. It wasnt boring, no. We talked about many things and quidditch ofcourse. We in the  middle of a heated argument about which quidditch team was best when the rest of the Potter family arrived. "Sorry we're late kids." Mrs Potter said. The food was brilliant! I had to get my friends here one day. When we arrived home I was very tired, so I changed and fell asleep immediately.

Only three days till Hogwarts. We're de- gnomeing the garden today. I knew how to do that ofcourse, I used to de gnome my garder with my father. All four of us kids ran out to the garden and pulled out gnomes from the grass. One bit my finger! I flung it away and it screamed colourful words at me. James snickered at that. I crossed my arms and stuck my tongue out at him. Then a gnome bit him and I got to snicker at him this time.

*****

6th year James and I had become good friends this year. Holly and Ash were really surprised. I don't blame them. When I told them about my summer situation they both felt guilty, although they had no reason to. They said that I could have contacted them but I said that it didn't matter anymore. Everything worked out fine.

James started hanging around the Slytherin table these days. It was an odd sight to many but they got used to it. Luckily, this time we didn't fight and I realised that maybe I had developed a crush on James.

I would stare at him during class, I started noticing small things about him, like how he would scrunch up his nose when he didn't like something or the tiny dimple he had on his chin. I pointed this out to holly and she told me that maybe I was in love with him. Love? Pshh, no. The next time I saw James was when he was wearing his quidditch jersey and was messing up his hair further. I gulped. Maybe I was in love with him.

***** Christmas break was coming soon, holly and ash decided to stay back with me even though I told them to go. I was walking to class when James wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "So what are your Christmas plans?" He asked. "Uh nothing much, just staying back here." "Wrong. You're coming with us. Mum already sent a letter, says she misses tout. I swear she loves you more than she loves me." I smiled. "Um alright." "Great! I'll let her know." I smiled to myself. Things are getting better.

Christmas break Holly and ash had decided to go to their houses for break since I was going to the Potter's. Scorp was mad that I didn't ask to go his house but he finally cooled down after I promised to visit him in the break.

I bid holly, ash and scorp bye at the platform and went home with the potters. Their house looked beautiful. It was lit with colorful lights and there was a gigantic Christmas tree in the backyard. It wasn't decorated yet though. "I was thinking that tomorrow morning we could spend time together and decorate the tree!" Mrs Potter said happily. All of us cheered.

It started snowing the next morning. It made the scenery even more beautiful. We put on our thickest coats and set about decorating the tree. The higher parts were decorated by the adults with magic since none of us could reach it.

In the evening, I made hot cocoa for everyone. We sat in the garden sipping the warm drink. Everybody started getting up one by one and soon it was just James and me. The atmosphere was so calming and I felt so relaxed and happy. "Thankyou for letting me stay with you." I said. "Thankyou for agreeing." James grinned. I rested my head on his shoulder. "I really like it here." I sighed. "We love having you here." He lifted my chin so I faced him. We moved closer and his nose was brushing mine. Our lips were about to touch when mrs Potter came out the balcony. "Hey kids-" We jumped apart. "Oh uh sorry, I'll just um go in." She awkwardly walked back into the house. James rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess that's our cue." He said and we walked inside.

The topic of the almost kiss was avoided. It was Christmas day and the air smelled festive. I had bought gifts for everyone and placed it under the tree. Early in the morning everyone gathered around the tree and opened their presents. Everyone had bought me gifts too! James opened my gift, it was a book on quidditch plays, it was quite rare and I was glad I found it. He literally jumped when he saw it. "Holy moly! Where did you get this?" He asked me. "Near Malfoy manor, you know that tiny bookshop." He hugged me tightly. I gave Albus a muggle video game I thought he would like. I don't understand muggle things, I thought he would though. I got Lily a set of butterfly earrings and a pendant. The gifts I got were lovely too.

Dinner time was a bit hard for me. It was my first Christmas without dad and I missed him greatly. We would cook dinner together every year. This was the first time we didn't. After dinner, I felt like I would burst so I excused myself and went outside. I sat on the bench. I sniffled and closed my eyes. I felt a hand wrap around mine. I opened my eyes and saw James looking at me. "Angel, what happened?" The dam broke. Angel, my father called me that. I wrapped my arms around james' shoulder and cried. He ran his fingers through my hair trying to console me. "It's just that, it's the first Christmas without my dad. I just miss him so much." I said to him. He wiped my tears with his thumbs. "Im always here for you." He said seriously.

I looked into his eyes and saw how much he actually cared for me, I could see the love and concern for me oozing out of his eyes. I leaned forward and captured his lips in a kiss. He pulled me closer to him while deepening the kiss. We pulled away for air and he pressed his forehead against mine. "I think I might be in love with you." I whispered. "I think I might be in love with you too."

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My WIPs

Updated 12/04/2021

The hearts system I had on the previous version of this just... wasn't working anymore as I added more and more ships, so I decided to redo it, and as easily understandably as I could: numerically. Pairings will be denoted in brackets at the end of each WIP title/working title. An asterisk * means it's a series. 

With this new system, if you want to yell at me to write a WIP/are intrigued and want to hear what it's about/or just want to let me know how utterly insane I am, you can just drop it's number into my inbox with whatever you want to say and, bingo. (By the way, you are always welcome to do any of the listed activities, anytime. This is your open invitation 🥰💜)

1x06 AU [Zoey/Max]

5 Times The Avengers Played Matchmaker, and 1 Time It Worked (Sort Of) [Clintasha, Avengers Team Dynamic] 

A Hero's Reward [Staticquake] 

Academy Era Rom-Com [Fitzsimmons]

Affectionate Arguments/Take Care Of Yourself Fic [Dousy]

Ah Crap, My Ex Just Walked In, v1 [Fitzsimmons]

Ah Crap, My Ex Just Walked In, v2 [Staticquake]

Ah Crap, My Ex Just Walked In, v3 [Spideychelle] 

Al Birthday Fic [Huntingbird]

all my loves [FitzSimmonsStaticQuake] 

all the stars in the skye [Daisy-centric, plat!Philindaisy] 

always the same pattern, love [Huntingbird] 

Alya Fluff and First Words Fic [Fitzsimmons, FS Fam] 

and i and i risk it all for this life we share [Staticquake]

and i held your hand through all of these years [Maggie/Mitch, Zoey & Maggie]

Angsty Hair Ficlet [Fitzsimmons] spotlighted here 

Angsty Post-Hive Recovery Fic [Staticquake] spotlighted here 

AoS Frozen AU [plat!Skimmons, Fitzsimmons, plat!Fitzskimmons]

AoS Harry Potter AU [Staticquake, Fitzsimmons, plat!Fitzskimmons, plat!Philindaisy, minor Philinda] 

AoS Merlin AU [plat!FitzDaisy, Fitzsimmons, plat!Fitzskimmons, plat!Philindaisy, brief Staticquake, implied Daisy/Raina]

Arguing About Whether Or Not Skye Likes Disney Movies [Fitzsimmons]

Arranged Marriage AU [Spideychelle] spotlighted here

august sipped away like a bottle of wine [Zoey/Max]

auld lang syne [Fitzsimmons, FS Fam]

barcelona, baby [TripDaisy] 

Beach Flangst [Dekesy]

Best Friends But She's In A Bad Relationship AU [Staticquake]

Best Friends' Wedding AU [Huntingbird, background Fitzsimmons] 

Bittersweet Framework What-If Fic [Staticquake]

Birdie Birthday Fic [Simmorse, Jemma & Bobbi & May]

blonde [Huntingbird] 

Blow Us All Away* [Staticquake]

blue-eyed [plat!Skimmons, minor Fitzsimmons, minor Staticquake]

Bobbi Birthday Fic #1 [Clintasha]

Bobbi Birthday Fic #2 [Dousy]

Bodyguard AU [Simmorse]

Brogrammers + Truth or Dare [Zoey/Max, Leif/Tobin]

'cause you're out of this world [Pipsy] 

Carnival/Friends AU [FitzStaticQuake]

Childhood Friends AU [Staticquake]

Childhood Best Friends, v1 [BioStaticQuake]

Childhood Best Friends, v2 [Mackelena]

Church Camp AU [Mackelena] 

Coffee Shop AU [Dekesy]

Coffee Shop/Baristas AU [Pipsy]

Coming Out Fic [Skimmons] spotlighted here

Concert Canon Divergence Fic [Dekesy]

cute clueless moron [Spideychelle]

Cute, Dorky Friendship Idea [Spideychelle]

Cute Family Zoo Prompt [Fitzsimmons, FS Fam] 

darling just dive right in [Staticquake]

darling just kiss me slow [Staticquake]

Dating Confuzzlement [FitzSimmonsStaticQuake] 

day's eye [Daisy-centric, Dousy, Staticquake, Pipsy, Dekesy, Skimmons, TripDaisy, MorseCode, FitzDaisy, Daisy & Jiaying & Cal, Daisy & Team] 

don’t ask me where i’ve been, or what i’m gonna do (just know that i’m here with you) [Staticquake]

dot dash dot dot [StaticMorseCode] 

Danny Boy & Quake* [Dousy, Astro Ambassadors, Daisy & Team] 

Deke Angst/Introspection Fic [one-sided Dekesy, plat!Dekesy, Dousy, Deke & Team] 

Drunk Kiss Fic [Dekesy]

Emma AU [Staticquake] 

every day in between [Staticquake]

Fairytale (Sleeping Beauty) AU [Staticquake]

Fake Dating Friends To Lovers [Spideychelle] 

Fake Dating For Crushes’ Attention [Zoey/Max]

Fake Dating Partyfic [Staticquake]

Fight Fight Kiss [Joan/Ava]

Flower Shop AU [Staticquake]

Fluff and Teasing Fic [Dekesy, Fitzsimmons] 

Fluffy Best Friends Idea [Staticquake, Fitzsimmons]

Fluff Bingo: Affectionate Teasing [plat!Diper, implied Pipsy]

Fluff Bingo: Back Rubs [Dousy] 

Fluff Bingo: Baking Cookies [Mayrobin] 

Fluff Bingo: Friends to Lovers [Mackelena]

Fluff Bingo: Falling Asleep On Your Shoulder [Simmorse] 

Fluff Bingo: First Kiss [Fitzsimmons]

Fluff Bingo: Forehead Kisses [Karaina]

Fluff Bingo: Dancing [TripDaisy] 

Fluff Bingo: Holding Hands [Fitztripskimmons]

Fluff Bingo: It's Cold, Have My Jacket [Philinda]

Fluff Bingo: Meet-Cute [Fitzhunter]

Fluff Bingo: Pet Names [Vicizzy]

Fluff Bingo: Snuggling [MorseCode]

Fluff Bingo: Stargazing [Pipsy]

Fluff Bingo: Tickling [Philindaisy] spotlighted here

FitzDaisy Recovery Fic [plat!FitzDaisy, background Fitzsimmons, background FS Fam] teased here 

FitzsimmonsSparks Fic [Fitz & Jemma & Lincoln, Fitzsimmons, background Staticquake] 

Gloria Birthday/Thank-You Ficlet [Spideychelle] 

good old shake 'n bake [Staticquake, Daisy & Team, Lincoln & Team]

getting to know you, getting to know all about you [Dousy] spotlighted here

Grace Birthday Fic [Staticquake]

Grieving Fic [Past Staticquake]

Happy Family Holiday Fic [AoS Team Dynamic, Staticquake, Fitzsimmons, Huntingbird, Philinda, Mackelena]

heads on a science apart [Spideychelle, Fitzsimmons, Peter & MJ & Fitz & Jemma] spotlighted here

High School AU Idea [Staticquake]

High School AU/Dreamy Sleepover Fic [Pipsy]

Hive Toilet Fic [Staticquake, Daisy & Team]

Hospital Fluff & Flirting AU [Staticquake]

Hotel Room AU [Staticquake] 

i live for you (soulmates AU) [Staticquake]

i never knew you were the someone waiting for me [Staticquake]

i’ll find my way through night and day [Staticquake]

it’s a better place since you came along [Quakerider]

Jade Arrow [Clintasha] spotlighted here

Jemma & Lincoln Post-Maveth [plat!Bioshock, background Staticquake, background Fitzsimmons]

Julia Birthday Fic [plat!Maydaisy, plat!Morsecode]

just let your heart be free (you’ve got a friend in me) [Staticquake]

Kate Birthday Fic [Fitzsimmons]

Laura Birthday Fic [Fitzsimmons]

lights will guide you home [Staticquake, Lincoln & Team]

like an old married couple [Philinda, background Vicizzy] 

Lincoln & The Team Bonding Fic [Lincoln & Team, background Staticquake] 

lunch break [Fitzsimmons]

Maggie Birthday Fic [Fitzsimmons, plat!FitzDaisy]

marleyward01 Birthday Fic [Fitzsimmons]

marvelthismarvelthat Birthday Fic [Staticquake]

MayLincoln Friendship Fic [plat!Mayshock, background Staticquake]

Media Nonsense Fic [Spideychelle] 

meet me half-way [Huntingbird]

Michelle Jones, Agent of SHIELD [Spideychelle] spotlighted here

Michelle Jones, Inhuman [Spideychelle] 

Mission Kiss Canon Divergence Fic [Dekesy] 

Mission/Partners Fic

Modern Royalty Fic, v1 [Staticquake] 

Modern Royalty Fic, v2 [Staticquake]

Modern Royalty Fic, v3 [Fitzsimmons, Dekesy] 

Musical (West Side Story) AU [Staticquake]

my heart will go on [Staticquake]

Natalia [Clintasha]

Ness Birthday Fic [Philinda, plat!Philindaisy]

(Not A) Double Date [Dekesy, Fitzsimmons]

No Hive AU [Daisy & Team, Staticquake, Fitzsimmons, Huntingbird, Philinda, Mackelena] 

No Chill, Nowhere (Biohunter for Libby and Al) [Biohunter] 

Not That Girl Anymore [Staticquake, past Skyeward]

ooh, la la la* [Staticquake, Fitzsimmons]

Oh God Not You [Joan/Ava]

oh, when you kiss me [Spideychelle]

on the train to Glasgow [Huntingfitzskimmons] 

PDA [Staticquake, Daisy & Team] 

Pitch Perfect AU [Staticquake, background Simmorse] 

Post-Hive Pregnancy Fic [Staticquake] spotlighted here

Potential Al Birthday Fic, Still TBD [Scis & Spies]

Potential T Birthday Fic, Still TBD [Pipsy, plat!Diper, Huntingbird]

put that body on me [Staticquake]

Post-3x10 Who Owes Who Fic [Staticquake, Fitzsimmons, Huntingbird, Philinda, Daisy & Team]

quakeout [Daisy-centric, past Staticquake] 

Rain Fic [Staticquake]

Red Thread [Staticquake] 

Regency AU: Marriage of Convenience [Staticquake] 

Regency AU: Arranged Marriage [Staticquake]

reluctantly perfect [Quakerider] 

remember that with every piece of you [Staticquake]

rollercoaster [Huntingbird] 

Rom-Com AU [Staticquake]

Rom-Dram To Co-Write With Kat [LemonStaticQuake] 

Royalty Shenanigans Fic [Staticquake]

Roommates AU [Clintasha, Avengers Team Dynamic] 

S1 Crush Fic [Skimmons] 

Roommates/Best Friends AU [Simmorse]

S3 AU - Daisy, Inhuman Leader [Daisy & Team, Daisy & Afterlife Inhumans, Staticquake] 

S3 AU - Lincoln With SHIELD All Along [Staticquake, Lincoln & Team]

Scarlet Birthday Fic [Quakerider]

Serena Birthday Fic [Pipsy, Simmorse, Philinda, plat!Philindaisy]

Shake ‘n Bake: A YouTube Romance [Staticquake]

Second Child Fluff and First Words Fic [Fitzsimmons, FS Fam]

Shippy Team Mistletoe Fic [AoS Team Dynamic, Staticquake, Fitzsimmons, Huntingbird, Mackelena, Philinda] 

Shippy SPRQPoint Partyfic [Zoey/Max, Joan/Ava, Leif/Tobin]

Shippy Team Snowfic [AoS Team Dynamic, Staticquake, Fitzsimmons, Huntingbird, Mackelena, Philinda] 

Singers AU [Dekesy] 

Sky’s the Limit* [Staticquake, Daisy & Team, Lincoln & Team]

Skaters AU [Staticquake]

Snowed In Fic [Staticquake] 

so baby i’m alright, with just a kiss goodnight [Staticquake]

Soft Family Fic from Chloe Interview [AoS Team Dynamic, Staticquake, Fitzsimmons, Huntingbird, Mackelena, Philinda] 

some dreams do come true [Staticquake] 

Soul Realm [Staticquake] 

Soulmark AU, v1 [BioStaticQuake]

Soulmark AU, v2 [Fitzsimmons] 

Soulmark AU, v3 [Huntingbird]

Soulmark AU, v4 [Staticquake] 

Soulmate AU, v1 [Fitzsimmons]

Soulmate AU, v2 [Huntingbird]

Soulmate AU, v3 [LegacyStaticQuake] 

Soulmate AU, v4 [Mackelena] 

Soulmate AU, v5 [Philinda] 

Soulmate AU, v6 [Skimmons]

Stardust AU [Staticquake] 

Stranded-Somewhere-Cold Ficlet [Staticquake]

T Birthday Fic [Dousy, background Huntingbird]

Teach Me To Fight, Parker [Spideychelle] spotlighted here

Teasing/Introspection Fic [Dousy, Fitzsimmons] 

The Blue Door (Notting Hill AU) [Huntingbird] 

the daughter of thunder and lightning [Staticquake] 

the earth shook and the sky flashed [Staticquake]

The Holiday AU [Huntingbird, Fitzsimmons] spotlighted here

The Hospital Meet-Cute #1 [Bioshock] 

The Hospital Meet-Cute #2 [Bioshock]

The Hospital Meet-Cute #3 [Bioshock]

The Hospital Meet-Cute #4 [Bioshock]

The Hospital Meet-Cute #5 [Bioshock]

The Hospital Meet-Cute #6 [Bioshock]

The Hospital Meet-Cute #7 [Bioshock]

 the ride [Huntingbird] 

The Secret Warriors [Daisy & Lincoln & Elena & Joey, Staticquake, Mackelena, Kevey] The Perfect Fairytale* [Fitzsimmons] 

the she to my 'nanigans [plat!Skimmons]

the stunning adventures of shake, bake and quake [Philinda, plat!Philindaisy] 

The Team Ships It [Fitzsimmons]

then through the shadows, your light appears [Mackelena]

this little light of mine [Mackelena] 

took my heart upon a one-way trip [Staticquake] 

Time Travel Thingy [LemonStaticQuake]

time, wondrous time [Fitzsimmons, plat!Fitzdaisy, background Philinda, background Dekesy]

'tis the damn season [Skimmons, plat!Philindaisy, background Mackelena, background Huntingbird] Chapter 1-3 out now

TV Show AU [Staticquake, background Fitzsimmons, background Huntingbird, background Philinda]

Us Against The World [plat!Skimmons, plat!Fitzskimmons, Fitzsimmons]

Walls Come Down Fic [Pipsy]

V Birthday Fic [Huntingbird]

Watching Hamilton AU [Staticquake]

Wedding Bets [Fitzsimmons, Daisy & Team]

well that works [Quakerider, Fitzsimmons] 

What-Ifs* [Staticquake]

when did it all fall to pieces (can’t we build it back) [Huntingbird]

you are the best thing that's ever been mine [Staticquake] 

you’d be the one i was meant to find [Staticquake]

you’ll be my lady [Skimmons] 

you're just my cup of tea [Simmorse] 

you're the two [LegacyStaticQuake]

Z Birthday Fic [Philinda, Vicizzy, Huntingbird]

ZoeyJess Idea [Zoey/Jessica]

[fictionalabyss]

Constellations.

Pairing : Sam x Jess, Dean

Word count :    1,054

Written for : @spnfluffbingo​

Square : Stargazing

Warnings : College Sam, Lonely Dean, barely there canon divergence for the sake of fluff and Dean's happiness.  Alcohol consumption. Hunt mentioned. John mentioned. Flangst is where I live now I guess don't ask why.

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Sam was sitting outside the bar, eyes up and watching the sky, his jacket pulled around himself. It might not be the cold, brutal winters he knew as a child, but winter in California was still a winter, of sorts. The sky was clear, and despite all the city lights blocking out much of the night sky, he could still make out a few stars, and memories flooded his mind.

Memories of John passed out in a bed, and the boys sneaking out of the motel room to lay in some deckchairs next to a pool that had seen better days, eyes up on the sky. He remembers being so small the first time Dean pointed out the north star, Sam asking why it was brighter than all the others. Then constellations. Big dipper, little dipper, and more that Sam later learned weren’t real, Dean having made them up because he’d rather do that than admit he didn’t know the answers. But Sam didn’t care, he still remembered the names, they still made him smile.

His eyes closed softly as the smile graced his lips.

“Sam?” Opening his eyes, he saw the blonde looking down on him with worry. “Are you okay?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.” The worried look didn’t leave her face, so he smiled again. “I promise. I’ll be in soon, just needed some air.”

“You sure?” He nodded again. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jess.” Sam smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled at him before ducking back inside. His head fell back again, eyes once more going up to the night sky. “Do you remember them, Dean?” he mumbled to himself. “The Worgen?” he smiled, remembering Dean pointing out stars and saying they looked like a wolf. “The bowl.” Sam laughed at that one. When Dean had first shown him the dippers, and mentioned how they looked like spoons, Sam had asked where the bowl was. If you had spoons, you had to have a bowl, right? ‘How else will the gods eat their cereal, Dean?’ “Mom.” Sam whispered that one. He can’t remember what that cluster of stars looked like, and to be fair, he was pretty sure it changed every time Dean pointed it out, but he pointed it out every time, saying mom was looking down on them.

Sam missed those late nights with his big brother. They didn’t last long. Dean got older, John got stricter. Everything changed.

Looking down at his phone, he noticed it was a bit past midnight. “Happy birthday, Dean.” Sam mumbled to himself, eyes going back up to the sky.

Dean sat on the hood of the Impala, blood splattered on his clothes. He sighed, popping the top off a beer and lifted it to his mouth. “Happy fucking birthday to me.” he muttered, downing a mouthful as a monstrous body burned a few feet away.

His eyes went up to the moon. It had been so long since he’d stopped and looked up at the night sky. Out here, he was far enough from the city to have a decent view of the stars. His eyes went searching.

“Dipper.” he mumbled as he spotted one, hand going up as if he was pointing it out to someone. As if he wasn’t alone.

The north star drew his attention, held it. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there staring at it, but it gave him a sense, for a moment, that he wasn’t completely and utterly alone.  Dragging his eyes away, he took another pull of his beer before flicking his eyes over to the fire that was starting to die down.

He sighed, sliding off the hood and downing the last of his beer. Pulling open the drivers side door, Dean dropped into the seat and shut the door, eyes watching the fire to be sure it would burn out. His phone going off grabbed his attention.

>> Job done?

<< Heading back to the motel soon.

>> Good job, Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes at the small exchange with his father before letting his head fall back. He considered stopping at a bar first, seeing what he could pick up. It was his birthday after all, and he didn’t want to spend it feeling alone.

His phone went off again, and figuring it was his dad again, Dean flipped his phone open and clicked the button to open his texts. He froze. That wasn’t John. In fact Dean didn’t know who’s number that was until he read the message.

>> Happy birthday, Dean. Mom’s looking bright tonight, just for you.

Dean swallowed. Sam. He hadn’t heard from Sammy in almost three years. Dean’s eyes left his screen as he leaned forward and looked up at the sky through his windshield. His eyes scanning the stars that he could see and he chuckled. He had no idea which one he’d assigned to mom as a kid. Truth was, he never knew. He just picked a random star every time. So that’s what he did, he picked a random star and smiled.

<< Thanks for remembering, Sammy.

It took a minute, but an answer came.

>> Always, Dean. I’ll always remember.

Swiping at his eyes, Dean tucked his phone back into his pocket and turned the key in the ignition. As the engine roared to life, vibrating the car under him, Dean didn’t feel as alone anymore. Sam hadn’t forgotten about him, and he had his mom watching over him. Turning the wheel and hitting the gas, Dean pulled away and headed back towards the road that led away from here and back towards civilization.

“You okay?” Jess asked as Sam dropped into his seat at the table. “You want to talk about it?”

Sam gave her a soft smile. “I’m good. I’m better.” he promised, taking the shot she offered him. “Happy birthday, brother.” he muttered as he downed it.

“What?”

“Nothing.” he laughed. “Just talking to myself. Come on, pass me another.” he motioned to the cluster of shot glasses at the center of the table. One was slid his way, and this time, he held it out so others could knock theirs against his in a cheers before he downed it. He smiled feeling arms wrap around his waist as Jess pressed herself into his side.

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Malex prompt: Alex calls Michael by his first name only on special occasions and only ever during sex. Gimme the one time he chooses to use it in a public setting/not during sex and what Michaels response is

Happy birthday Marlo! I hope this little piece of fluff (angsty fluff? flangst?) brings us luck for tonight’s finale.

i’m on the bench, but coach just put me in the game

Michael never really gave much thought to his name growing up. It was something assigned to him by the system that chewed him up and spit him out. The most generic first name they could have possibly chosen and a last name that holds no meaning to him. Two words that were nothing more than a moniker to help distinguish him from the other troubled boys in the group homes or for foster parents to shout in his face and curse under their breath.

Aside from the, thankfully, short lived Mikey and the occasional hey asshole, he’s only ever had the two names. But over the years he’s noticed the different ways people say them, the tones and inflections that make the words their own.

The clipped way Sanders shouts after him, alternating first and surname, even when they’re in the same room. The enthusiastic screams of Michael from one night stands he was sober enough to remember. Guerin said in the annoyed and occasionally hostile tone Maria has when she’s sick of his bullshit, which is basically always. The exhausted and resigned way everyone in the Sheriff’s office greets him even after he stops being a frequent visitor.

He is only ever Michael to Max and Isobel, a subtle way of ignoring the glaring detail that legally separates them. Isobel did call him by his full name once in anger which led to her freaking out for the next three hours about turning into her mother.

He’s heard them say his name a thousand different ways but at the end of the day he knows what they each are truly trying to convey. Disappointment and condescension from Max, maybe an offer of support if he’s feeling generous. Affection occasionally tinged with disgust from Isobel but always with an underlying level of concern.

Then there is Alex. He’s only ever been Guerin to Alex. Well, that’s not necessarily true. After a week of Alex coming to visit him in his family’s tool shed, Michael had finally asked if Alex just didn’t know his first name. Alex had smiled that beautiful smile that only ever led to confusion in Michael’s head and had given some bullshit excuse about military family habits. Michael didn’t push the issue but a few days later in that same tool shed, a breathy little Michael became his favorite sound in the world.

Over the next decade no matter how hard Michael tried to bliss him out to the point of losing every last one of his military habits, Alex only said it three more times. On a cold night spent in the back of his truck, losing themselves in each other until the sun rose signaling the day Alex would leave for Afghanistan. During the one and only time Michael ever attempted a romantic gesture, making the five hour trip to Dyess to surprise Alex on his birthday only to be fucked in the alley behind a bar and sent on his way back to Roswell.

The last time he heard it was that first night they were together again after Alex came home, when Michael ran his gnarled fingers over the sensitive skin of Alex’s stump with nothing but love and acceptance, and Michael was full of hope for the first time in ten years, ready to throw everything away if only Alex would keep saying his name like it was precious, like Michael was something special.

Now they’re friends, friends who don’t have sex, and he is back to being nothing more than Guerin. So he really can’t be held responsible for what happens.

“Michael, hurry up, I’m not losing to these idiots!”

Max and Liz’s cries of indignation are drowned out by the crashing of the newly purchased round of drinks slipping out of Michael’s fingers. Distantly he hears Maria cursing him out but his entire being is focused on Alex sitting at their table in oblivious confusion.

Isobel is out of her seat like lightning, concerned hands shaking him from his stupor. His eyes don’t leave Alex but his tongue loosens enough to prove he’s not having a stroke. “You called me Michael.”

“He does know that’s his name right?”

“Shut up, Kyle.”

Recognition sparks in Alex’s eyes but before he can make excuses or brush it off, Maria runs the yellow mop bucket into Michael’s leg, hard.

“Clean it up, Guerin.” She stomps away and Isobel follows her probably in search of an angry makeout session in the storeroom. Those two aren’t fooling anybody.

Michael gets to work and does his best to ignore the curious gazes of his friends as well as half the bar. Heat rises in his cheeks despite his best efforts. When he’s done he wheels the mop towards the back just in time to see Isobel exit the storeroom looking entirely too pleased with herself.

“Your lipstick’s smudged.” He grins at the cheeky wink she throws over her shoulder glad that she is finding some happiness for herself these days.

A minute later, Maria exits the closet, hair mussed and eyes a little dazed. They go wide when she sees him standing there. Without comment, he pushes the mop towards her and she yanks it back with a bit too much force.

“You’re paying for those glasses.” He winces under her steely glare but nods in agreement. She tilts her head to the side, face softening into something friendlier. “You want to talk about it?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back onto his heels, hoping that the hallway is too dark for her to notice his blush returning. “It was stupid. He just surprised me s’all.”

“Surprised by what? That Alex needed your help in trivia?” She seems truly baffled and Michael is tempted to just say yes.

“He said Michael. I half expected that after ten years he was too ashamed to admit he didn’t know my name.” The chuckle that forced itself from his throat around the lie is pitiful at best and Maria only looks more confused.

“What are you talking about? He calls you Michael all the time.” She moves to return the mop to the broom closet and he follows her.

“No he doesn’t.” Four times in intensely private moments does not constitute ‘all the time’ by any stretch of the imagination.

Maria closes the closet door and leans her shoulder against it, staring up at him with the look she gets when she’s doing a reading. Fortunately, she told him a long time ago that he was impossible to get a read on. She whips her phone out of her back pocket and sends a quick text, shushing Michael when he tries to ask what she’s doing.

Kyle rounds the corner a moment later. He approaches them with raised eyebrows and a smirk. “You rang?”

Maria gets right to it. “Have you ever heard Alex call him Michael?”

“Yes.” He drags the single syllable out obnoxiously as if the answer were obvious. “Seriously, dude, did you forget your name? You haven’t even had that much to drink.”

Michael is completely bewildered by this conversation. Kyle’s right, he’s only had the one beer but he feels like he’s having an out of body experience.

“He’s really never called you by your first name to your face?” Maria sounds almost wounded by this notion.

Not unless he’s inside me. Michael has more sense than to say that out loud so he just shakes his head.

“That’s rough, man.” Michael rolls his eyes and shoves past Kyle, going back out into the noisy bar.

Across the room his friends are laughing, teasing each other over wrong answers and trying to trip each other up. Alex sits stiffly in his chair; an island of tension in their sea of fun. He glances back towards where Michael is standing and their eyes meet, locking onto each other. Michael’s breath catches the tiniest bit and he hates himself. He steels himself and walks back to the table with his head held high.

“I think I’m gonna head out.” He flashes a smile that he hopes is convincing and avoids Alex’s gaze that he can feel crawling over his skin. “Before I owe Deluca for any more glasses.”

There is a chorus of goodbyes as everyone continues their own conversations. Michael grabs his jacket and moves swiftly towards the exit.

“Guerin, wait!” Michael stops in the middle of the Pony’s parking lot, hanging his head and wishing that he was capable of just walking away. He turns slowly, swallowing the bitter taste of harsh reality.

Alex is standing closer than he’d anticipated and suddenly Michael wishes he’d brought his hat so he could conceal his face from the too bright street lamps before it can give too much away.

Alex’s tentative smile is enough to stop him from biting his tongue. “So it’s Guerin again?” He doesn’t know why he is getting so worked up about this. Some mixture of embarrassment and his inability to stop loving the man in front of him no doubt.

Alex exhales a slow breath like he’s preparing for something arduous and takes a step closer. Again, before he can say anything, Michael plunges ahead.

“Because according to Deluca and Valenti you have no problem saying my name. So why is it you only seem to remember it when we’re having sex or I’m not there at all?”

Alex looks like he’s trying hard not to scream and Michael knows he’s being a dick, but Alex is the one who followed him out here so he doesn’t feel too badly about it. He should probably just turn around and go home, forget this ever happened.

“It was the last barrier I had.” At the first sign of retreat Alex is dragging him back to the front line. “Saying your name just seemed, I don’t know, too intimate? I couldn’t say it when I wasn’t ready to go all in, it felt like I was leaving myself unprotected. But I’ve always known your name, Michael.”

Michael is a genius so even when Alex renders him dumb, he’s still fairly smart. His brain works to connect the dots while the echoing of his heartbeat drowns everything else out.

He couldn’t say it when he wasn’t ready to go in, but he’s saying it now.

Michael takes a half step closer until he can reach out and grab his hands. He doesn’t say anything, staring straight into Alex’s eyes waiting for any sign that he’s misread the situation. Alex’s gaze flickers down to his mouth in a move that Michael hasn’t seen in far too long. He has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to keep his grin under control.

“Do you wanna go out to dinner on Friday? With me? On a date?” He’s leaving no room for miscommunication on this.

Alex looks shocked, but pleasantly so. He twines their fingers together and Michael is mesmerized by the way his face lights up, smile growing slowly. “I’d love to.”

Michael lifts his eyebrows expectantly. He’s waited so long, he wants to hear it again and again and again.

Alex rolls his eyes but uses their joined hands to tug Michael until they’re pressed chest to chest, lips inches apart. “I’d love to, Michael.”

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No Time like the Present

Request from Anon! -- ‘You promised the kids you’d be home’ with Nestor? Arguing with his wife and then making it up to the kids?

Forever crediting @thegirlwhowritesfics for my Nestor love 💜

Nestor Oceteva x Reader

Warnings: flangst, language (my usual)

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Melancholy echoed from the clustering walls contiguously smothering her all while catastrophic sorrow lingered around their once charismatic kitchen. Y/N wasn’t quite sure when this stopped being her home or exactly when Nestor started pulling away from her but not only was all a part of her new reality, but her babies as well.

Many times, Nestor had ascertained himself as a fantastic husband, but on the contrary she also lost count of his many disappointments. Confliction ruled her thoughts, contemplating if she actually had the courage to leave. On many numerous occasions she had been close to admitting her truth, but he never stayed long enough to listen. 

His routine was simple yet complicated, he snuck into bed during the darkest hours of the morning, maintaining as much distance as possible between the pair, unknowing his wife, Y/N somberly awake.

She waited with bated breath to hear his inducingly anticipated sigh, wishing he let her into this thought, if only for a second, but he never failed in ignoring her. That night, Y/N noiselessly wept and at long last her shame began bubbling to the surface.

Which brought her back to the present as she heard a car pull into their driveway, headlights reflected off the silver appliances scattered around the counters as her heart continued picking up speed at an alarming rate.

The key turned noisily within its tight confines permitting entrance to their private life. What Nestor was not expecting was the presence of his motionless wife sitting solemnly in the dark, her eyes aglow with agony before the door abruptly closed behind him.

“Mi amor, what are you doing?” His garish voice reverberated, its echo jolting her to attention, but her words left her utterly speechless.

“Funny way of showing you care, Ness.” Her attention too busily occupied with the knot her hands formed as her left foot shook obnoxiously underneath the table, suspicion clouding his mind. 

He didn’t make a move towards her, unsure of her reaction. Nestor loathed himself for bringing out this side of his girl, knowing he eventually would have to face the repercussions of his haunting actions.  

“I fall asleep and you’re gone, I wake up only to feel a cold side of a bed long gone, and then you forget what today was. But I’m sure you have a believable excuse, you always do.”

Animosity laced her tone, her eyes frozen in abysmal misery, Nestor couldn’t help but wonder when his wife transformed into the woman standing just out of reach of him. Terror struck through his spine as she took a step away from him every time he glided forward, flinching in the process.

Nonchalantly sighing, he hands glided upon his hips; “Let’s cut the shit and get down to the problem. I’ve had a long fucking day and I’m ready to hit the hay. What did I miss?”

“Well if you would have answered your phone around the billionth time, this wouldn’t be a problem, but here we are. Tell me something, what is today’s date?”

“March 3rd, 2019, what game are you playing tonight?”

“No game, that would actually mean we were in the same room for more than a couple hours, and that hasn’t happened in months.”

“So, I’ve been busier recently, you know better than anyone what it’s like. Or so I thought.”

“Nestor, the twins, today is their 7th birthday.” Her eyes glazed over, “You promised them. It’s one thing to break your word to me, but our kids needed their father today, and you couldn’t bother to pick up your stupid phone.”

Shit, how the hell did get so terrifying blind to his family, unnerving his thoughts even further. Forcing his memories alight, Nestor questioned when the last time he merely kissed his wife, played with his beautiful children, or appreciated the life they lovingly created.

“Shit…”

Finally glancing his direction, Y/N braved a glimpse at the towering figure.

“You took a vow, you swore to me mine and then we became an us. If this isn’t what you want anymore, tell me. Use your goddamn words Nestor and man up. I can’t keep dancing around you for the rest of our freaking lives. Not when I have two little ones who rely on me daily.”

“I want you for as long as you’ll let me have your heart. I know I’ve been shit recently but I love you.”

“So, fight for us, Nestor. We’ve been right in front of you the whole time. Choose us, my love.”

Her words echoed the long journey to his heart, pulsating devotion dripping from her voice. Nestor never understood why she choose him, but he wasn’t about to let it all go to hell now.

“Can I kiss you Y/N?”

Smiling, she openly accepted him into her outstretched arms happy to have her husband slowly but surely returning her touch. Y/N placed her palms against his smoothened cheeks before their lips finally connected.

“Now how about we brush up and practice some of our baby makin skills, hmm?”

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Impala- Dreamer’s Tell Me A Story Drabble Challenge!

It’s Da Masta List! 

Thank you all so much for your amazing stories! You guys did a great job. Thank you for giving me so much to read <3 

The Fics: (in order of appearance)-

Fluffy Extraction (Dean x Reader, Fluff) by @dubuforeveralone 

Mind Games (Sam x Reader, Angst) by @67midnightwriter

The End (Castiel, Others, Angst) by @chelsea072498

Hold Still (Dean x Reader, NsfwIsh) by @akhuna01

Tit-For-Tat (Dean x Reader, NSFW) by @frenchybell

Laundry Day (Sam x Reader, NSFW) by @nyghtshadow

Hit One Me (Dean x Reader, Flangst?) by @amanda-teaches 

Run (Sam, Reader, Angst) by @foreverlostinthesauce

Dean Freakin Winchester (Dean x Reader, Flangst) by @bamby0304 

Little Red Goldy Boxer Shorts (Sam x Reader, Dean, Crack) by @fromthedepthsofmel 

Do You Even Know (Dean x Reader, Fluff) by @newtospnfandom 

The Rain (Dean x Reader, NSFW) by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid

Relieving the Tension (Sam x Beka, NSFW) by @crispychrissy

Whiskey and Candy (Dean x Reader, Flangst) by @frejahertziswritingthistime 

Attention (Sam x Reader, Flangst) by @rabbitinmytea

Ridiculous (Sam, Dean, Sis!Reader, Crack) by @holyfuckloueh

Three Sides to Every Story (Sam x Reader, Dean, Flangst) by @winchesterprincessbride

The Perfect Spot (Sam x Beka!, fluff) by @melbelle45

Dreamers Never Lie (Dean x Reader, Smangst) by @claitynroberts

Sammy (Sam x Reader, Fluff) by @girl-next-door-writes

Bring Him Home (Dean x Reader, Fluff) by @ladylaylo

You, Me, and the Boatman (Sam x Reader, Angst) by @fandom-queen-of-wonderland 

Pungent Aroma (Reader, TFW, Fluff) by @rowdyhooliganism 

Happy Birthday (Dean x Reader, Sam, Crack) by @squirrel-moose-winchester

A Little Overbearing (Dean x Reader, Fluff) by @just-another-winchester 

The Rain (Dean x Reader, Angst) by @waywardbaby

That Ever Work? (Sam x Reader, Fluff) by @roxyspearing

A Story For Beka (the greatest Beka who ever Beka’d) by @deansgirl215

What He Needs (Vamp!Dean x Reader, Angsty) by @acreativelydifferentlove 

Sticky-uppy Hair (Cas x Beka, Dean, Fluff) by @ellen-reincarnated1967

I Need A Favor (Sam x Reader, Dean, Fluff) by @fictionalabyss

Do You Like It? (Dean x Reader, Fluff) by @queen-of-deans-booty

Forgetful (Dean x Reader, Angsty) by @trunk-full-of-ideas

That’s A Shame (Castiel x Reader, Fluff) by @fandomimaginesftw

Seal It With A Kiss (Dean x Reader, Fluff) by @atc74

Truth Hurts (Reader, Sam, Angst) by @elliewithcellie

Let’s Play (Sam x Reader) by @sorenmarie87 

Don’t Mention It (Dean, Fluff) by @duncedgoofball

How To Make Sam Leave Dinner (Dean x Reader, Smluff) by @joseyrw 

A Bet’s A Bet (Sam x Reader, Dean, Crack Fluff) by @supernaturallymarvellous

This Means War (Sam x Reader, Fluff) by @a-winchester-fairytale

Dirty Rotten Cheater (Dean x Reader, Crack) by @storytimewithylva 

Eat Your Veggies (Sam x Reader, Crack) by @colagirl5 

Bet (Y/N, Dean, Sam, Beka) by @percussiongirl2017

The Wrong Plaid (Dean x Reader) by @because-imma-lady-assface

Confession Under Protectiveness (Sam x Reader, Gabe, Cas, Dean) by @courtney-elizabeth-winchester

Aurora Borealis (Cas x Reader) by @angelicdemonicwaitress

Explanations (Or Lack Thereof) (Cas x Reader) by @not-that-rude-but-very-ginger

Go give them some love, guys!! 

if you posted a piece for this challenge and it is not included here, please let me know asap so I can add it. thanks!

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Fly away from here

Author: @waywardkitten Featuring: Wincest Written for: @immortalwriter​ Wincest AU challenge Prompt: Wincest soulmate AU Rating: Mature Word count: 1785 Summary: In a world where a soulmark appears on your body at the age of seventeen in a shape identical to your soulmate’s, waking up on your 17th birthday with the same exact mark as your brother may be..frowned upon Tags/Warnings: John Winchester’s A+ parenting, mentions of violence, weecest, Bobby is good people, flangst, hurt/comfort A/N: I rated this as an M because of mentions of and descriptions of the results of violence. (If you’re too young too read about sex then you’re too young to read about violence) No smut here though, just angst and fluff. I might do a continuation of this one if there is any interest, so please let me know. ~ Kind words & feedback are food to a creative mind ♡

     “Why can’t I see him?”

Dean refused to let up. His dad had been avoiding him all morning, muttering something about Sam being ‘very, very sick’ and needed to go to their Uncle Bobby’s to be looked after in case it was something not a hundred percent natural in the works.      “Dad?!”

     “Dammit, Dean, I said no!”

Dean let the hand holding the clumsily wrapped present fall to his side.      “But it’s his birthday”, Dean objected in a slightly unsure tone.

John turned to him with a glare that promised torture and imminent death to anyone who dared defy him. It was a glare Dean recognised all too well; it was usually reserved for the monsters they hunt.      “Drop. It”

His voice was poison.      “Fine”, Dean bit out, turning on his heel and slamming the front door behind him as he stormed off. He needed a drink.

     “But isn’t it fate?”

Bobby’s features were grim and focused as he skimmed the pages of an especially dusty old book.      “How can fate be wrong? Our whole societal construct is based on it!”

Bobby kept ignoring Sam’s pleading questions, stubbornly keeping his eyes fixed on the yellowing pages.      “Bobby.. why can’t I love him?”

The old man sighed and it seemed like all the air seeped out of him.      “I don’t know, boy”, he muttered with a deflated huff.

Sam slammed his lanky teenage body down on the couch next to Bobby’s chair and spread out with a pout.      “It’s not fair.”

Bobby put the book on the table and leaned back in his chair with the whiskey he’d been balancing on his knee. He took a big gulp, downing the whole thing, smacking lightly and scratching at his scruff.      “Your father won’t have it. He thinks it’s a curse or some other, or just your run of the mill H.P Lovecraft crap”

Sam snorted. He wasn’t happy with Bobby for keeping him there but the old man was obviously far from impressed with Sam’s father and Sam deemed that enough evidence to officially count Bobby as on his side.      “You know… I was happy when I woke up and saw it..”

Bobby looked up with sadness and sympathy in his eyes, and a hint of anger as he watched Sam unconsciously stroking the angel wing on his hip through the fabric of his sweats. Sam looked away. He knew Bobby didn’t like the idea of him and Dean being soulmates. Siblings belonging to each other in that profound way was practically unheard of. But Sam also knew that Bobby knew better than to question fate, or the universe, or whatever the source behind their world’s soul mark phenomenon.      “John is a fool”, Bobby muttered, mostly to himself.

Sam smirked.      “So he’s not an idjit then?”

Bobby huffed.      “Yeah, that too. Now off to bed with ya. I’ve had enough of your grumpy ass moping around here”

Sam looked down and began to make his way toward the stairs but before he could reach them Bobby called. Sam looked back.      “..and Happy Birthday, kid”

Sam gave a small smile and then turned and made his way to the guest bedroom.

Sam startled awake tangled in the sheets at, according to the alarm clock on the bedside table, three am. The banging on the front door got louder, even through the downpour smattering on the tin roof. He tried to get up but his feet were too tangled in the sheets and he instead ended up on the floor with a loud thump and an aching butt.      “Seriously?”

He grumbled a bit, unraveling his feet and finally getting up. The floorboards outside creaked lowly and Sam’s ears perked up.      “Bobby?”

     “Dammit, boy. Stay put!”

He could hear Bobby cocking the saw off he always kept next to his bed and his heart sank in his chest.      “Bobby.. what the hell ar-”

     “Quiet!”

There were three more loud bangs on the door in fast succession.      “SAMMY!”

Sam’s heart didn’t leap into his throat, it damn near exploded in his chest. Sam flung himself out the door and without bestowing his increasingly annoyed uncle a single glance sprinted down the stairs.      “Open that door, and I’ll give you something to whine about”, Bobby ground out, effectively stopping Sam mid-run.

     “Bobby.. It’s Dean.. and it’s pouring..”

Bobby started down the stairs, thankfully putting the gun away.      “But he is here in spite of John’s orders, and in the middle of the night none the less.”

He gave Sam a look of disapproval      “Living the kind of life we do, knowing what we know.. have I taught you nothing?”

Sam felt a tinge of guilt. He should know better than to rush unquestioningly into an unknown situation like that. But the sound of Dean’s voice, especially with how wrecked it sounded was enough to make him forget his head.      “Dean?!”, Bobby roared, close to the door, the gun still nearby if needed “Checks?!”

It was quiet for a while. Sam could hear nothing except the rain outside and the distant rumbling of the passing storm. Then from the other side came a barely there noise.      “Yeah”

Bobby pulled a box from underneath an end table and opened it before he carefully unlocked and opened the door. Bobby made sure to stand in front of the gap, blocking Sam’s view. Bobby drew in a harsh breath but then seemed to regain his composure, shoving the box in, what Sam assumed was, Dean’s arms.      “Don’t forget the silver knife.. Yeah, I know it sucks”

Sam waited, his whole body strung tight and his heart doing a little double take each time he heard Dean responding to Bobby.      “Is he here? Is he okay? Please tell me he’s okay”

     “He is here.. Okay, not a shapeshifter either then, great..”

He was quiet for a moment.      “John did this?”

Sam started to get anxious. What? Their father had done what? Why wouldn’t Bobby step out of the way? Dean had proven he is himself so why? Sam got startled out of his thoughts when Bobby slammed the door frame with his closed fist.      “God damn narrow minded, self righteous, bullheaded…-”

     “..Bobby?”, Sam finally managed to choke out.

     “Sam? Sam!”

Dean shoved past Bobby who stepped aside with a defeated sigh. Sam took a trembling step back, shocked to his core, making Dean stop in his tracks, suddenly unsure.      “Wh-what happened, Dean?”

Dean was soaked from head to toe. The water running down his face from his hair tinted red as it mixed with the blood from his cut eyebrow and split lip. His eye was starting to swell shut. Something cold and evil grabbed at Sam’s stomach and twisted it. He wanted to hurl.      “Did Dad..”

Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, threatening to escape at the sight of his big brother.      “Yeah..” he scratched the back of his head with an apologetic quirk of the corner of his mouth “..to tell you the truth he doesn’t look so good either”

Sam looked at him with an expression like a fish out of water.      “I got scared, okay Sammy?! He wouldn’t fucking tell me what had happened or why I couldn’t see you or talk to you and I thought something had happened to you and..” he trailed off, looking at Sam with pleading eyes.

     “Please tell me you’re okay”

Sam shook himself out of his stupor and managed a twitchy nodd. He was overcome with conflicting emotions and it was beyond overwhelming; it made his mind swim. He looked to Bobby who seemed to get the picture. He closed the door, locked and bolted it and headed upstairs with a promise of ‘any bullshit, and you’re both out on your asses’.

Sam turned and made a gesture for Dean to follow him. Once inside the guest room Sam looked through his duffel for any type of clothes that would fit his big brother.      “Sam..?”

When he’d managed to find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that should be big enough for Dean he started to rummage through the bathroom cabinet for towels or anything Dean could use to dry off.      “Sam, please calm down”

Sam put the towels on the bed and went back into the bathroom to look for some band aids or salves for Dean’s cuts and bruises. A pair of cold, wet but strong hands wrapped around his upper arms and then Sam finally felt how badly he was shaking.      “Easy, tiger..” Dean turned Sam to face him, still holding him by his arms “..I’m okay. It looks worse than it is”

And something in Sam just broke. He leaned forward to burrow his head against Dean’s clavicle, gripping his shirt hard and bunching it up in his fists as he sobbed against his brother’s skin.      “He took one look at it and then he wouldn’t look at me again.. he forced me to pack and for the whole way here he refused to look at me or even say one word.. Not even one word, Dean!”

Dean shushed him gently, wrapping one arm around Sam’s shoulders and cradling the back of his head in the other.      “He took one look at what, Sam? What happened? He said you were sick”

Sam pushed away from Dean, his sadness now replaced with a fiery anger.      “He said I was what?!”

Dean grabbed him and pulled him back into his embrace.      “Calm, Sammy.. calm breaths.. I’m just so happy you’re alright..tell me what happened”

Sam sniffed and pulled back, looking up at Dean through tear soaked lashes as he pulled up his sweatshirt a couple of inches and then pulled down the hem of his sweatpants, exposing the skin of his hip. Dean’s eyes boggled at first. He stepped in close, reaching out a tentative hand to let the pads of his fingers skim the black skin.

Sam swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes together; too afraid to look, too afraid of the believed rejection he would see in his brother’s eyes.      “Sammy..”

Sam’s eyes snapped open. Dean’s voice sounded almost admiring, in awe. Sam looked down to where Dean had unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to expose the identical angel wing on his hip, holding it close to Sam’s to admire the matching set.

The kiss that followed had Sam’s blood rushing in his ears and his heart exploding a thousand times more. It was wet and dry at the same time and far from refined. Dean’s lips were chapped and Sam was too sloppy with his tongue. But it was warm, and home, and everything right in the world.

It wasn’t perfect; It was belonging.

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Can you please please please recommend a story where Draco and Harry get together and raise Teddy together or Teddy brings them together? Please and thank you!😭

@dracoandredemption​ said: Can u rec anything with drarry raising the kids especially Scorpius as a toddler?

Anonymous said: do you have any drarry fics where Harry and Draco have to raise Teddy, preferably they become the main guardians but they could still share guardianship with andromeda! or any fics where Draco and Harry raise children would do as well. I just want parent Harry and Draco god dang it!

Anonymous said: Hi!!! I love your blog!! And I was wondering if you have any Fics were Draco and Harry raise teddy together?

Anonymous said: hi there!!! you’re blog is my favorite ever so thank you for blessing us with your amazing mess. I was wondering if you had some recs from drarry raising teddy and/or scorpius? I looked through your tags but I could have missed it so I really apologize f that’s the case! Again thank you sm for everything you write & share! xx

Anonymous said: do you know any drarry fics where teddy is Harry’s son? like he adopted him!

OKAY WOW I am so sorry that I’ve been too busy to make rec lists lately! My asks have really piled up, as you can see from the fact that I have SIX WHOLE ASKS of people wanting Drarry raising Teddy and/or Scorpius! Luckily, I have NINETEEN WHOLE FICS for you to read

Drarry Raising Teddy and/or Scorpius Rec List

Teddy:

The Stars Above Us by 606, create_serenity (19.5K)- It started as an innocent day out taking Teddy to visit the local observatory. Somehow it became so much more.Omigosh this fic is AMAZING because I LOVE STARS AND Draco works at a freaking Planetarium!!!! Is that not the best job Draco’s ever had??? And of course Teddy falls madly in admiration with the nice man who explains everything to him and YEAH, THIS IS A MUST READ FOR SURE!

It Was We Who Were the Cliché (But We Carried On Anyway) by ignatiustrout (31K)- When the reconciled Black sisters go on holiday together, Andromeda entrusts Draco, rather than Harry, with five year old Teddy Lupin for three weeks. Harry is convinced she made the wrong choice, and he decides the way to fix this is simply to keep turning up at the manor and refusing to leave Draco alone.You guys will absolutely adore this fic. It’s got a lot of Teddy, but also a lot of DRACO AND HARRY BEING COMPETITIVE!!!! Before they finally realize maybe it doesn’t have to be a competition after all ;) 

Against All Odds by momatu (54K)- Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.GUYS I love this fic so much. Yes, there’s Teddy and quidditch, but THE ROMANCE IS JUST PERFECT. It’s so sweet!!! And they’re in France! What’s not to love? 

The White Dragon by @sassy-cissa​ (20K)- Even knights in shining armour need white dragons to save them occasionally.Teddy has trouble after he moves in with Harry when Andromeda dies. Draco is his very understanding child psychologist. This fic will give you all the feels and omg it is just so lovely and moving!!

Obliviation by Cheryl Dyson (27K)- When Harry decides to quit Auror Training in order to care for young Teddy over the summer, he has quite enough to worry about without Pansy Parkinson dumping a mute Draco Malfoy on his doorstep.This one is adorable!! For some reason I have a thing for mute!Draco, I have no idea why. Teddy is pretty young in this one if I remember correctly!

Where Your Heart is Set by hazel_wand (13.5K)- Draco comes home from school to find that his mother has decided to rebuild their family to include Andromeda, Teddy … and Harry Potter.This one isn’t exactly Drarry raising Teddy. But it’s absolutely a family fic and the writing is so good and Teddy features a lot! And you didn’t hear it from me, but they may take teddy to the zoo together ;)

A Second Chance at First Love by taradiane (28K)- “… I just wanted you to know that you weren’t the only one who’d had a shitty existence for a time. Maybe I hated that you thought I was someone I wasn’t. Maybe … maybe I hated that I thought you were someone you weren’t, but never realised it until Voldemort gave me those glimpses of your life. Our experiences, they weren’t so different after all.”I have a real thing for Healer!Draco, especially when he’s saving my darling Teddy’s life and reconnecting with his ex-boyfriend Harry Potter ;) Also there’s Christmas! 

Scorpius:

The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care by @digtheshipper (10K)- Harry Potter is the proud owner of The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care and his favourite student is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius’s dad might be okay, too.Okay I have a VERY soft spot for this fic because I used to work at a nursery. And this is just PERFECT and I love every word of it and HARRY AND THE OTHER TEACHERS MAKE UP NICKNAMES FOR THE PARENTS AND DRACO IS ROCK STAR, COME ON!!!!! I died of adorable fluffing cuteness.

Little Talks by @femmequixotic and @noeeon​ (11.5)- Draco’s been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he’s sure it’s just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.This isn’t exactly a raising Scorpius fic, but the adorableness of the parts with Scorp and the fact that the rest of the fic is REALLY FUCKING HOT (and sweet!) make it totally 100% worth reading (at least twice)!

Un Noël très parisien by @femmequixotic and @noeeon​ (14.5K)- When Draco crossed paths with Auror Potter at a political function in Paris, he was not expecting their former animosity to change into something rather more intriguing. But he could be certain their casual flirtation would not last more than the night, couldn't he?More adorable Scorpius from Femme and Noe! He doesn’t make his appearance until a bit later in the fic, but once he does the schmoopy cuteness will just make you clutch your heart and wish it were December already

Home Cafe by Eleana_Lee (12.5K)- An Auror mission brought Harry to the cafe where he met the two blondes who shall steal his heart, and make the place his ‘home’YO GUYS you know by now how much I love coffeeshop AUs, right? Well THIS is a coffeeshop fic WITH Scorpius hanging around at the cafe and it is ADORABLE AS FUCK. OKAY?? 

The Trials of a Malfoy Manchild by Nattish (18.5K)- Draco’s bachelor lifestyle is interrupted when Scorpius is sent to live with him in his London flat. He’s no good at being a dad, but starts to cope with advice from his son’s new schoolteacher – Harry Potter – who is, frankly, not just good with his books.Ooooh!!! This fic! Harry teaches Draco how to be a good Dad and there’s camping! And Harry being a great teacher! and Smut!

Love in Slow Motion by orphan_account (11.5K)- Harry flushed. “I’d like to do that again.”Draco threw his head back and laughed. “Would you, now?”Blinking up, Harry reached up with a shaking hand and brushed a bit of Draco’s blonde fringe away from his forehead. “Yeah. I would. Unless you’ve got someone better to get home to.”“Are you joking? Potter, this is my fifteen year old fantasy come to life. But better. So much fucking better.”Harry’s eyebrows went up. “Fifteen?”“Well, it was more post-Quidditch hate-sex. But close enough.”Another fic in which Harry is Scoprius’s teacher at a muggle school. In this one, Scorpius is a squib and he is THE MOST PRECIOUS BOY WHOM I WANT TO PROTECT WITH MY LIFE. Also featuring Wolfstar! 

The Ties that Bind by phoenix_writing (61K)- Upon Andromeda’s death, Harry and Draco are given custody of Teddy. Their lives will never be the same again.Sooo I actually haven’t gotten around to reading this one yet (*sheepish*), but I’ve seen it recced by people I trust, and I suspect I would be remiss to leave it off this list! The summary looks PERFECT. 

Teddy and Scorpius:

Muggle Beasts and Where to Find Them by ashindk (8K)- Two single fathers choose the same day to take their children on an outing.AAAH THEY MEET AT A ZOO!!! Harry and Draco are taking their respective kids on a day out at the zoo and they find each other and it’s cute and funny and sweet and FLUFFY and you’ll love it!

The Sun Will Come Out by momatu (36.5K)- Six-year-old Scorpius Malfoy needs a tutor. Several witches and wizards with the best credentials and impeccable background have been hired–then rapidly fired. Enter Harry Potter, who immediately hits it off with Scorpius. It takes a while longer for the Lord of the Manor to come around.Brilliant! I love fics in which one of them bonds with the other’s kid before Harry and Draco can begin to trust each other again (here it’s Harry and Scorpius). Scorpius is an absolutely adorable little boy in this, and teenage Teddy is REALLY SWEET and nice to his cousin and it’s fabulous. 

Like a Real Family by Queenie_Mab (11K)- Harry thought he had all he wanted in life, raising Teddy and being the parent he’s always wanted to be, until he experiences what life with a partner could be like. Now if only Draco wasn’t straight.This fic starts out with Harry, Draco, Teddy, and Scorp already being a happy family… except Harry thinks Draco’s straight (Oh, Harry.) For all you flangst lovers out there ;) 

Our Ordinary Days by lomonaaeren (9K)- Two men, both fathers of sons, meet in a bookshop, and the rest is the kind of history that doesn’t make history. I love when Harry and Draco’s kids meet and hit it off and Drarry have no choice but to hang out all the time and then KISS. Also when Harry helps Draco win custody battles ;D 

“Merlin, FINE. You Can Be Harry Potter for Halloween” by 606 (2.5K)- That one where Draco and Scorpius run into Harry Potter (rather literally) in a London convenience store and their Halloween takes an odd turn.HALLOWEEN FLUFF

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Angelina’s Best of August

What a great month August was! A few of my favorite people have birthdays this month, oh and me too. But let’s not forget about the awesomeness that is MinnCon 2017! I met so many amazing people and since I took a week off, the list may be a little shorter than usual got hella long and I don’t know how that happened, but then again, RPF Day provided some excellent material! Thank you all for your continued support. Now go show these authors some love!

I did have a little time to finish up two series and put up a long one shot for y’all...

On The Ropes Series - COMPLETE

Stronger Than Me - Jensen x Felicia Day one shot

The Simple Things Aren’t Always So Simple series - COMPLETE

Gil McKinney Drabble

Fluff

Isn’t She Lovely @melonshino (Sam x Reader)

Measured In Love @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Misha x Reader)

Pumpkins & Promises @d-s-winchester (Misha x Reader)

Matchmaker @winchester-smut (Sam x Reader A/B/O)

I’m Listening @bringmesomepie56 (Jensen x Reader)

Playin’ Sounds Read Good to Me @lipstickandwhiskey (Benny x Reader)

Son of a... @mrsbatesmotel53 (Dean x Reader) make sure you read the follow up too

Single @dancingalone21 (Dean x Reader AU)

From Morning to Night @not-moose-one-shots (Dean x Reader)

Help Hotline @supernatural-jackles (Dean x Reader)

Daddy!Jensen Headcanon @impalaimagining (Jensen x children)

Daddy!Jensen Headcanon @impalaimagining (Jensen x JJ)

Blast From The Past @pinknerdpanda (Sam x Reader)

Now or Never @bringmesomepie56 (Dean x Reader)

Early Morning Kiss @iwantthedean (Chuck x Reader)

So I Killed My First Vampire, Now What? @winchesterprincessbride​ (Dean x Donna)

Baking @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ (Cockles x Reader)

Everything You Need @emilywritesaboutdean​ (Dean x Reader AU - slight smut)

Angst

Her Heart Belongs to Him @wonderange (Dean x Reader)

You Better Choose @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms (no pairing)

A Little Fall of Rain @wonderange (Dean x Reader)

Angel @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (Jensen x Reader)

Imagine...Having to Break Your Dad’s Heart @thegreatficmaster (Dad!Dean x Child Reader gender neutral)

Only Ever In Dreams  @anotherwinchesterfangirl (Wincest, not explicit)

All That You Are @pinknerdpanda (Sam x Reader) 

Smut

He’s The One @jayankles (Dean x Reader)

Two Officers & a Criminal (Jody x Donna x Dean)

Stay-Cation @just-another-busy-fangirl (Sam x Amelia)

Charice’s Gifts @just-another-busy-fangirl (WINCEST WARNING)

Touchdown @impala-dreamer (Dean x Reader x Sam no Wincest)

Roadhouse Blues @bradburydiary (Sam x Reader A/B/O)

Isn’t A Dream @nichelle-my-belle (Sam x Reader x Dean no Wincest)

Overcompensation @saxxxology (Sam x Reader)

All Work and No Play @just-another-busy-fangirl (Jensen x Reader)

‘Til Next Time @babypieandwhiskey (Jensen x Reader)

Stripped Bare @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog (Demon!Dean x Reader)

Something Deeper @bringmesomepie56 (Dean x Reader)

Thinking of Her @bringmesomepie56 (Dean x Reader)

Enough @nichelle-my-belle (Dean x Reader)

Teen Dean Drabble #2 @nichelle-my-belle (Teen!Dean x Reader)

The One With Sam’s Flannel @impala-dreamer (Sam x Reader)

Died Happy @kittenofdoomage (Dean x Reader x Sam) 

Both of You @just-another-busy-fangirl (Jody x Sam x Dean)

I Need You @one-more-spn-fan-girl (Dean x Reader)

Some Nights @emilywritesaboutdean (Dean x Reader drabble)

The Good Stuff @impala-dreamer (Jensen x Reader)

All I Wanna Do Is Make Love To You @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog​ (Sam x Reader)

Scratching The Itch @ilostmyshoe-79 (Dean x Reader A/B/O/)

About Damn Time @ravengirl94 (Dean x Reader)

Friendly Advice @rizlowwritessortof (Dean x Reader) 

Smangst

Damn Guest Stars @just-another-busy-fangirl (Jared x Reader)

Whose Bed @d-s-winchester (Dean x Reader)

He’s The One @jayankles (Dean x Reader)

Six Months @saxxxology (Sam x Reader)

My Reason @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Dean x Reader)

Flangst

I Got You @deanssweetheart23 (Dean x Reader)

Let Me Count the Ways @bringmesomepie56 (Dean x Reader) 

She’s My Alibi @jayankles (Dean Smith x Reader)

The Definition of Perfect @jpadjackles (Chuck x Reader)

Double Shift @just-another-busy-fangirl (Jensen x Reader)

Zip Line @just-another-busy-fangirl (Jared x Reader)

Wake Up, Dean @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader)

Always @deanssweetheart23 (MOC!Dean x Reader)

You’ve Been Warned @winchesterprincessbride (Sam x Reader)

Eliza @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (Sam x Reader)

Not Alone @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader)

To The Wolves @plaidstiel-wormstache (Dean x Reader - heed warnings)

Series (most likely a lethal combination of smut, fluff and angst - HEED THE WARNINGS - links will be to the series master list unless noted) I know I have a problem and am following way too many series!

Caught Up In You @spectaculacular-sammy (Sam x Reader) 

Undeniable Heat @katymacsupernatural (Jensen x Reader)

Reunited @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (Jensen x Reader) NOW COMPLETE

Worlds’ Best Dad @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader AU)

Into The Mystic @tankcupcakes (Dean x OFC Evelyn)

Dark Nights @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader A/B/O) COMPLETE

Our Little Secret @sis-tafics (Dean x Reader)

I Know Your Wife… @teamfreewill-imagine (Jared x Reader x Gen)

Poor Little Rich Girl (link to pt 1) @winchesterprincessbride (Sam x Reader A//B/O)

Heart of a Hunter Act II @muchamusedaboutnothing (Dean x Reader)

Summer Fling @supernatural-jackles  (Dean x Reader AU)

Break A Little @sis-tafics (Dean x Reader A/B/O)

Swept Away @hollygopossum (Dean x Reader)

Super Star (link to part 1) @luci-in-trenchcoats (Jensen x Reader)

Not For Me (link to part 1) @melissaj616 (Sam x Reader ?? A/B/O)

An Arranged Marriage @katymacsupernatural (Dean x Reader)

Take It All Back @iwantthedean (Jensen x OFC Journey)

Love Triumphs @katymacsupernatural (Jared x Reader)

Kill Zone @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Dean x Reader AU)

Bless Your Heart (link to pt 1) @masksandtruths (Dean x Reader)

Unspoken @wheresthekillswitch - Jensen x Reader or Jared x Reader?

Territorial (link to part 2) @kittenofdoomage (Dean x Reader A/B/O) 

Not What He Expected (link to 1) @winchesterprincessbride (Dean x Reader A/B/O)

Stroke of Luck @percywinchester27 (Dean x Reader)

Come Back Down @hollygopossum (Jensen x Reader)

Yes Ma’am (link to part 2) @4401lnc (Jensen x Reader x Jared) 

Hunting Ground - Epilogue @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader) COMPLETE

By Way of Celestial Navigation (link to 1) @cleverdame (Sam x Reader AU)

Don’t Speak @pinknerdpanda (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader)

Salem @d-s-winchester (Misha x OFC Ophelia AU)

Let It Rock @iwantthedean (Dean x OFC Israel) follow up to Promised Land

Three In A Bed @kittenofdoomage (Sam x Reader x Dean A/B/O WINCEST)

Territorial @kittenofdoomage (Dean x Reader A/B/O)

Stolen Moments (link to 1) @i-dont-do-rpfs (Jensen x Reader)

Just Once @arryn-nyx (Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader)

Old Flames, New Sparks @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Ackles, Reader, RPF)

The Morning After @the-awkward-writer (Jensen x Reader)

The Line @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname (Dean x Reader)

Pick Up My Pieces @riversong-sam (Jared x Reader)

You Saved Me @impalaimagining (Jared x Reader)

My Savior @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (Dean x Reader AU)

Salem @d-s-winchester (Misha x OFC AU)

Collide Series @hollygopossum (Dean x Reader AU) 

General (heed warnings)

In Trouble @thing-you-do-with-that-thing (Jensen x Reader AU)

We Need To Talk @jayankles (Dean x Reader) pssst...go ask for a part 2

Beneath @tankcupcakes (no pairing)

AUGUST SPOTLIGHT (more than a couple ;)

Forward @blacktithe7 Jensen x Reader - I found myself drawn into this series by the summary and I have been hooked, my friend Erin sets a good one. The last chapter was emotional moving. I don’t often have emotions (ick!) but throughout the entire chapter, I felt myself feeling what the characters were going through. If you are not reading this, get on it; you will not be disappointed. And tell Erin I sent you.

Hold On, I’m Coming Complete Series @ravengirl94 Dean x Reader AU - I am sensing a theme here with my spotlights this month! Who doesn’t have a weakness for a hot firefighter? This story is compelling and totally worth the binge! 

Unspoken @wheresthekillswitch - Jensen x Reader or Jared x Reader? I swear Lee is trying to kill us with this. It is sweet and angst and fluff and tortuously well done. If you are not reading this or following Lee, get your shit together and do it! (I know this was on the list last month too, but it is just that phenomenal!)  

Come As You Are @kittenofdoomage (Dean x Reader AU) COMPLETE - From the paragraph of this story (the summary, basically) I was hooked. Rhi has a way with words that just make you want to feel things. I don’t really like to feel things, but she is just that good. 

If you don’t like this, tell me - If you like this, tell others!

[jandjsalmon]

Oh ye who's wise on all things bughead, can you please recommend me some good angsty, bughead fics. And by angst, I mean heart-wrenching, gut-twisting angst -- I wanna get deep w/ my emotions. Thanks B 😘

OOOkay - so I have to apologize @jeemyjamz for taking so freaking long to get back to you with this angsty list of fics. I also had THREE Anon requests asking for the same thing and I think because of the enormity of the ask - I felt like I couldn’t answer anyone’s asks because I have a brain block when it comes to deep devastating angst. Seriously - angst is hard for me to rec because I don’t generally read fics that will destroy my heart. I usually like flangst - fluffy angst (or angst with a happy ending) - especially when it’s plot driven - or super fluffy one shots. Too much angst hurts me - and it bleeds into my real life. (Like that couple weeks in April when we had to get through the 12 chapters of Long Live Rock. I was insufferable at home. Thought my husband would divorce me. I was short tempered and weepy. Poor Salmons.) 

But  - because I suppose I should try to keep my reputation as someone who reads a little something - here are some fics that aren’t FLUFFY and are various levels of sad that I can rec:

Firstly, I feel like I should point out that aside from the 12 chapters of Jeronica that is smushed kinda in the early middle of Long Live Rock by @ficmuse - that fic isn’t actually that angsty. It’s more of a plot driven, magic fest of campy awesomeness. That is solely why I’m not linking it on this list.

Nextly - I know I said I don’t read angst often - and this story is probably a good illustration of why. The Tales of an Endless Heart series by @lessoleilscouchants is freaking AMAZING and has literally cracked my soul open into little itty-bitty pieces a’la a horcrux. Where the fic sits now - we’re kind of on a not as angsty slide upwards (I hope permanently) but dude… literal, wet, fat, devastating, and heartbreaking tears fell down this fic reccer’s face during this series. So if you’re into masochism (like Juggie in this fic) you should read it. Seriously.

Also - my girl @lusterrdust knows how to break a heart or two. If her fic out of nowhere (and in fact - BOTH of her Somewhere in Time fics) doesn’t fail to destroy your heart, then you’re not a person. red sunrise is all about the end of the world and how scary hopeless it can feel being chased down by zombies while searching for the love of your life. And seriously heed the trigger warnings on drown because it freaking HURTS.

And let’s talk about dear @gellbellshead - who usually writes cheerful things. Well, she brought us Don’t Leave Me as well. Freaking tearfest of a story. Thanks for that, dear.

Along similar lines - but not quite - we have a doomed soulmate fic by the ever lovely @juggydunes. To die by your side (Is such a heavenly way to die) doesn’t just have a clever name - we’ve convinced her to continue with another chapter… so that’s pretty spectacular, I feel.

Then there was a fic I came upon this afternoon by @betsjuggiecooperjones which didn’t have a name but was a Missing Scene between episodes 11 and 12 that was just so super good and mostly sad but then happy at the end (see how bad I am with the solely angsty stuff?)

Same thing with one of my most favourite stories every by @camelotskingz Your Eyes Look Like Coming Home starts out pretty freaking angsty… but there is some reprieve at the end. I mean - it’s cute and super clever - but there are a few scenes in the middle there that I felt my heart was being ripped open… so I think it fits the bill. Not to mention To B.C. I Still Love You is pretty much one angsty ‘throw-up on someone when you’re kissing them’ ride of pain. It’s one you should check out - if you haven’t already. (who am I kidding - I’m sure you’ve checked it out!)

Here’s one from the VERY early inklings of the fandom - it’s called Polaroids by AugustApollo - and it’s technically unfinished… but the two chapters that are there are pretty stand alone as they are. It’s so so good. It was in the first fifty entries or so on my big ass spreadsheet that I started in March (!) and my answer to whether this fic was gonna be epic was a big old YES - so I promise you’ll like it. And it’ll hurt you. But it’s so well written. Maybe if more people review it, we’ll get more polaroids of their life, you think?

Heartfelt by absurdvampmuse is a post Juggie’s birthday fic of pain… but pretty much any fic regurgitating the painful things Juggie threw at Betty in that garage is the epitome of angst for me - this one was just really great. I guess it’s not doom and gloom rip your heart out angst - but it’s definitely not fluffy.

Even Still by @peacelovebughead​ freaking crushed me. So I’m counting it as an angsty story - even if it has a happy ending.

Then of course there is As I lay Dying by @avenuepotter​ - which is a retelling of Hamlet… so of course it’s not gonna have a happy ending for anyone. But while it’s angsty af - it’s also clever and I’m never one to turn down a good Shakespeare retelling.

And lastly (for today) there is this one… There Was a Garden by mona_chopsis_0 - Until this afternoon, I had never read it but holy hannah on sunday! Where the hell have I been and what rock have I been living under? - because this is a freaking FANTASTIC fic - and yeah, it’s angsty - but also it doesn’t make me want to die from the pain a the end so more people need to read and review it. Seriously. AND I know I know the formatting it terrible. Whoever decided that BEG you to read this story and ignore the uncomfortable formatting - because it’s FREAKING GOOD. Like so super good. Read it and review it! 

Okay - I’m calling it a day on this rec list for now. There are SO MANY MORE fics to rec - so if anyone else has favourite angsty fics to share - please please reblog with the links for all of us - because even though I’m going to hate myself for saying this - I could always do with more fic to read. lol. Love you, my dear, wonderful, and awesome Bughead Family. 💙💛