#holds hands ovr my heart...

[silkjade]

leaving pawprints all ovr ur blogg 🐾 ! ! i kno u r a swiftie so would u pls indulge mi n share which of taylor's songs remind u of u + al haitham :3 ??

oh coco i hope u don't mind that i held onto dis askie for a bit but the giddiness + absolute delight i felt when i saw this…. tyty for letting me indulge wahhhh ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

⤀ maroon — this one is vry special to me becos in our lore we kiss two separate times just as 'tests' before the 3rd one that begins our relationship >.< so i associate this song w our second lil experimental which happens when we're both a bit drunk 'n is also when haitham realizes that mayb he does have some underlying feelings for me 0: ꒰ "The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was maroon" ꒱

⤀ afterglow — um... i can be quite the self-sabotager lolz so when haitham confesses to me i reject him out of fear 'n break his heart a little 'n we agree that for now, mayb we should give each other some space, even just as friends T^T which is ironically how i realize i am in luvvvvvv with him 'n i confess to him in (debatably) the worst dinner party everrrrrr ꒰ "Tell me that you’re still mine, tell me that we’ll be just fine, even when I lose my mind" ꒱

⤀ dress — jadetham first time ehe ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ ꒰ "All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you" ꒱

⤀ you are in love — THE BEST FOR LAST, THEEE LOVE SONG EVER SOBS so beautiful 'n poetic 'n romantic && i can't associate it with anyone other than him ! jadetham lore happy ending where love is littered in all the peaceful little mundane pleasures that i can do forever 'n ever 'n ever (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝)♡ ꒰ "And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words" ꒱

⤀ others that r not lore-related but the vibes r so us :'D // ...ready for it? / gold rush / gorgeous / snow on the beach / mastermind

[hazbincalifornia]

A hassle about Blitzo not able to get comfortable to rest because of this fucking kid partying in his gut. Having to begrudgingly accept a visit from a certain owl when he’s out of options that ends up helping him and it relax.

Blitzo really, really hated the little brat sometimes. He’d been busy all day, and now that he finally made his way to bed, they just kept smacking outwards like his skin was a drum set being played by a coked-up college student.

“Will you stop squirming for thirty goddamn seconds?” He hugged his stuffed horse to his chest, knees pulled up, and hissed as the spawn in his gut absolutely refused to listen and just kept wiggling even as his tail wrapped around his stomach. “Holy shit, you really do take after Stolas, don’t you? Can’t leave me alone even when I’m trying to sleep. My stomach’s not a bouncy house, kid.” Unfortunately, his words didn’t seem to translate into baby-language, because giving an annoyed poke just made them move around more. 

Blitzo rolled over to his other side. No dice. Back was out- his spines always tore up the sheets, and it was a pain in the ass (and his wallet) to replace them. He’d learned last week that trying to lay on his stomach just had them writhe around to the point of pain, not to mention it was like trying to sleep on a rock.

Loona had told him on no uncertain terms that she was ripping his tail off the next time she woke up with him snuggled against her in bed. She probably wasn’t going to actually do it, but he’d rather avoid her shedding all over his closet or something in a different form of retaliation. It wasn’t his fault that the kid was desperate for attention and just rubbing his stomach wasn’t enough!

They had another client meeting in the morning- a big one, from the sound of how she’d rattled off the names of her bitch-ass living family members. He couldn’t miss it. It sounded like a hilarious mess, on top of being four times the usual job’s size.

Blitzo’s phone buzzed, and he smacked the side table a few times before managing to pick it up. Stolas had sent a text.

Via and her mother are out tonight at her grandparent’s house. Is there anything you need that I could help with? 

Groaning, Blitzo started to type. im fien dont worry abt it

He let that sit unsent for a few moments before deleting it. can u send soemthing to get them jto stop movng

No, that didn’t sound right either, and his toes curled before he finally gave up. jsut get ovr here. it wont stop movnig

Stolas sent a heart emoji and a thumbs up in response to the message, and Blitzo just hoped he hadn’t just lost what little sleep he’d have been able to get without him. 

He trudged over to the front door twenty minutes later when Stolas had to stoop to make his way through the doorway. Loona was stretched out on the couch and watching TV, halfway through a carton of ice cream. 

“Whatever you two are about to do, I don’t want to hear any of it,” she commented with a raised eyebrow. “I will turn up the volume on this until the neighbors start smashing the broom on the ceiling and yelling at us again.”

“We’ll be fine, Loonie,” Blitzo said with a wave of his hand before heading directly back for his room again. He heard Stolas murmuring reassurances to her before following, again having to duck to not hit his head. The prince had switched his inner shirt for a simple long sleeve with star patterns and had ditched the hat, but was still wearing his cape. Weirdo.

“So, what do you need, Blitzy?” Stolas settled himself down at the end of Blitzo’s bed and idly started rubbing a pair of boxers draped on the comforter between his fingers. 

“Hold me.”

“Hmm?” Stolas scooted closer as Blitzo crossed his arms. 

“Don’t make me say it twice,” he muttered as Stolas set a finger under his chin, tilting his face up.

“You said that you wanted me to hold you?”

“It… helps,” Blitzo muttered, forehead dropping down against Stolas’s chest. “The kid’s a bitchy little attention-whore, and Moxxie almost shot me last time when I showed up at his place while he was half-asleep. Don’t have a lot of options here.”

“We can’t have that!” Stolas wrapped his arms around Blitzo, who nuzzled against the soft down on his chest automatically before realizing what he was doing and trying to pull away. Unfortunately, as thin as Stolas’s arms were, his grip was like steel.

“What’s the deal with that, anyway? You’d think imp pregnancies would just make you want to shank anyone who looked at you funny,” Blitzo grumbled. “Not this.”

“If I were to hazard a guess, it would increase the odds that the child survives infancy if there was a clan or mate of some sort besides the single parent. Hell isn’t exactly kind to the weak, and babies are helpless.” 

“Yeah, well, my body needs to get out of the old times. We’re not living in caves and shit, I can do this by myself.”

Stolas pulled back enough to glance around the messy room, but didn’t comment on that any further. “You don’t have to. It’ll be alright.” He rubbed his hand over the bump, the skin next to his beak twitching a bit. “Oh, goodness, they are feisty tonight, aren’t they? They take after you.”

“They do not! This is all you!” Blitzo drummed his fingers on his arm, tail irritably jabbing into the clay on the bedside table, and he plucked it off the tip to begin to knead with his fingers. “I’d be sleeping right now if they weren’t here. So clearly, this is your fault.”

“You’re far more… energetic than I am,” Stolas said, going back to gently soothing his fingers over the fussy baby, and Blitzo’s shoulders sagged when they started to slow. The fingers felt cool- or maybe his body was just running warm. Weird.

“Why wouldn’t they do that for me? I’m the one doing all the hard work here!”

“They missed their daddy,” Stolas teased.

“Hey, I’m the daddy!”

“We both are.” Stolas set a hand on Blitzo’s side, pushing him towards the bed until he was laying down. He pulled his cape and shirt off before laying down himself, his own flat stomach against Blitzo’s as he curled close. “This way, they’ll know that someone is here and won’t bother you until morning.” 

“Won’t that be a miracle.” Blitzo rolled his eyes before lazily draping an arm over Stolas, pulling himself a little closer. It wasn’t often they got to cuddle without sex beforehand, and having those soft feathers against him without them being caked in sweat and cum (and, for that matter, without being so wiped out that he just conked out within five minutes) was nicer than he expected. His tail draped over one of Stolas’s legs, feeling the bumpy texture of it.

Stolas made a soft chirp at that, his hand resting on the side of Blizo’s belly before moving to settle on his hip.

“Good night, my little imp.”

“G’night,” Blitzo muttered. His chest felt kinda warm. He’d have to check the heating in the morning. The imp’s nose twitched as he could smell the spiced body lotion Stolas used before slipping away into sleep.

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 18

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 7,733

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

"Oh dear god, the rumors are actually true."

I blinked over at Frozone. "What rumors?" I asked as I bent forward over the countertop towards the little girl with short black hair tied up in adorable pigtails, handing her an ice cream cone that was almost as big as she was.

He facepalmed, dragging his hands down his face to give me a deadpan look between his fingers. "Are you seriously dating the pizza guy?"

My shoulders tensed momentarily before I gave a nervous chuckle, holding my hand out to my tiny customer so I could receive her tip since she was too short to reach the jar. "Why do you ask?" I avoided his gaze, instead electing to sift through the small treasure pile now in my palm. Besides the assorted change, there was a smooth pebble, a shiny paperclip, and a crumpled up business card I assumed belonged to the kid's dad who she was scurrying back over to now. He was a big hairy guy standing off to one side in a garish blue suit with purple polka dots. The name on the card read James P Sully and he hailed from a company called Doors-R-Us, which I believed was a hardware store located somewhere else in the mall.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Frozone wordlessly point across the way. As I dropped the munny into the jar and tossed the rest, I looked to the Pizza Planet and I had to quash the urge to facepalm myself. Lea was bouncing around behind the counter there, not so subtly alternating back and forth between blowing me kisses and holding his hands up over his head in the shape of a heart.

"Yup," I sighed, closing my eyes and pressing my fingertips between my eyebrows, "that idiot over there would be my boyfriend alright."

It'd been a few days now since the group date. There hadn't been any further outings, not of that magnitude at least, but Lea and I had been taking our lunches together if they lined up as well as making other small public appearances together wherever else we could to keep the act up. I was finally getting to the point where I was more used to all the hand holding and hugs so they no longer fazed me, not outwardly at least. The little flutters my heart would give were another matter, but at least those were easy enough to conceal and keep to myself. His kisses, on the other hand, continued to be a work in progress, often still causing my brain to experience a temporary hiccup in functionality. But I liked to think I was getting better about that too, just more slowly. I still hadn't made any progress in the initiating-PDA-myself department, but I just needed more time. I was working up to it, I swear! I'd get there. Maybe today even. Perhaps… Possibly… Hopefully? ...unlikely. Ugh.

Lea himself had been enthusiastically taking on the task of leaving no doubt in anyone's minds that we were now a couple. In fact, this was not the first time he'd been brazenly sending me air kisses and hearts across the food court. Just the first time Frozone had caught him doing it.

"But why?" Frozone shook his head, looking genuinely confused. "I thought you two weren't even getting along. I mean, after the incident on your first day of work and all that weirdness in the weeks after…"

"Actually, we were dating before all that. Even before I started working here," I said quickly. Not that that helped clear things up for my coworker. Like… at all. But hey, I had a story to maintain. As his brow only wrinkled further at me, I winced. "It's… complicated."

He held his hands up, "You know what? I've decided I don't even care. As long as you don't let it interfere with your work, you do you, girl."

"Oh it won't! I promise! You can count on me," I reassured him, plastering on a smile. From my peripheral, I could see Lea was still at it with no sign of slowing down. If anything, he only seemed to be getting more spirited about it. To Frozone, I said with every ounce of dignity I could summon, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a very important and totally work-related text to make on my phone right now that in no way, shape, or form has anything to do with…" I gestured a hand gingerly towards the Pizza Planet, "that over there."

"...uh-huh," he said flatly, turning away to assist another customer.

Hastily fishing my phone out of my skirt pocket, I brought up my texts, tapping on a certain name before my thumbs were blurring across the screen.

Quit it, you're making a fool of yourself.

I narrowed my eyes up at him as I hit send and he froze mid gesticulation, looking down at one pocket of his pants. Then I watched as he dug his own phone out, read my message and smirked before his fingers were on the move. There was a buzz in my hands and I looked down at the screen.

1st of all, when hz that ever stopped me b4?

Well he had me there.

2nd of all, u thought all that was 4 u? Plz, all that luv was directed mr studmuffin ovr there

I squinted one eye at the words before looking back up at him. He was now waggling his eyebrows as he pointed to my left and I realized he meant Frozone. The man in question was looking between us as he rang up an order, his eyelids drooping. "Do I even want to know?"

I snorted, biting back a grin. "No, I really don't think you do," I told him, tapping away at my keyboard again.

Dork.

Lea was now typing something back one handed, using the other to wave off Xion as she tried to get his attention.

U know it. What time u off?

I checked the clock on my phone before replying.

10 more minutes.

Xion was beginning to look frustrated over there as she more urgently tugged on his sleeve. Lea just smothered her face with his free hand, lightly shoving her away while he remained focused on his phone.

Perfect me 2. Dont go NEwhere without me, we got plans ;)

My head tipped to one side.

We do?

Xion huffed, stomping away to grab a giant slab of pizza dough and balling it up in her hands as she gave Lea the evil eye. He continued to remain blissfully unaware.

Most defini9kf.u1kd4

Apparently his fingers had slipped followed by accidentally hitting send as that ball of dough smacked him square in the jaw, courtesy of Xion's pitching arm. And strong arm at that, for it was enough to knock him straight off his feet and send him disappearing below the counter. She razzed her tongue at him, dragging her left lower eyelid down with a finger. Then she paled and squeaked, bolting into the back room when a scowling Lea pulled himself back up, half his face dusted with flour now and one eye twitching as he stalked after her. I just laughed softly, turning my attention to a new customer that had just approached my register.

A few minutes later found me clocked out and standing in the food court, scrolling on my phone while I waited. I was still in my work attire, including of course a pair of glorious, blessed stockings (of the snowman-print variety) because never ever again would be the day I'd go without. My hair was still pulled back into a ponytail, but I'd tucked away the Ice Palace cap into my bag.

"Ah, there ya are!" I felt Lea's arm slip around my shoulders and his hand cup the side of my head, bending it towards him so he could press a kiss into my hair. He grinned down at me, "How is my lil lekker stroopwafel this fine day?"

I blinked up at him. He was still in his work clothes too, sans apron and visor. Pocketing my phone, I echoed, "...lekker stroopwafel?"

"It's Dutch. It means you're my lil delicious waffle," he cooed and planted a swift peck to my cheek, which I squeezed one eye shut against.

Face warming, I gave him a blank look. "Do I even have to say it?"

He pouted, "Aw man, really? Overruled? Crap, I'd thought you'd like that one too. Guess it's back to the ol' drawing board." He started walking, the arm still hugging my shoulders pulling me along with him.

Shaking my head at him with a tiny smile, I asked, "So what are these plans we have?"

Holding an index finger up to his lips, Lea winked at me. "It's a surprise."

I quirked an eyebrow and frowned thoughtfully. "...is it the clocktower again?"

"Pft, like I'd do the same thing twice. What a lame-ass surprise that'd be. What kinda uninspired oaf do you take me for? Gotta keep things new! Fresh!" he chuckled as he moved us along, keeping our pace brisk. "And bonus, it's good for the masses to see the two of us out and about like this. Keeps us in the public eye and people talking about what a freaking adorable couple we make. Stop here."

"Wha-?" I was cut off as he suddenly swept me around, pointing me at the Bippity Boppity Boo formalwear shop. However, I got the feeling that he wasn't so much facing me towards it specifically as he was more so facing me away from something else.

Standing in front of me now, he brushed a hand down over my sight. "Close your eyes please. No peeking now."

As soon as he removed his palm, my eyes snapped open again, "But what are you-"

"I said no peeking," he laughed, his hand gently sliding my eyes shut again. "You'll see soon enough, 'kay?"

"Fine," I puffed out a breath, crossing my arms and doing as I was told this time.

A shadow flickered over my eyelids - I think he was waving his hand in front of my face. Then I heard his footsteps walking past me, followed by him asking, "You got it?"

"Right here!" a friendly female voice I didn't recognize responded.

"Perfect! Thanks, you're an angel, this world isn't worthy of your pure divinity," he said back, to which she just gave a warm chuckle. Then I heard the tip-tap of Lea's shoes again, could feel him hovering just behind me now. When he spoke, his voice was right next to my ear, "Alright, you can open 'em now."

I did, discovering he'd looped his arm around to hold something up in front of my nose. A flower. Two of them actually, blooming from one stem, both white and delicate and with fuzzy sprigs of yellow sprouting out the centers.

"...winter honeysuckle?" I said quietly, carefully taking it from him.

His head still beside mine, I felt him nod, "Mm-hm! It's your favorite, right?"

I turned to look at him as he straightened up now. "How did you know?"

"Asked Raindrop," he grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets with a shrug and not yet taking a step back, remaining real close.

"Thank you," I murmured, bringing it up to my nose with a soft inhale. "I'm surprised it's blooming this time of year."

"That's Aerith for you. The Greenthumb Goddess," he tossed his head back towards the flower kiosk behind him and in particular at the woman running it. I recognized her from last time I'd walked past here, her big pink bow hard to forget. She just smiled at me, green eyes dancing as she waggled her fingers in a tiny wave.

I returned the smile and wave before setting my gaze on Lea once more. "Is this the surprise?"

"Are you kidding? Please, this is just the opening act. C'mon," he slipped his hand into mine and gently tugged me into a walk once more.

"But what's it for? Is there some sort of special occasion?" I frowned down at the plant, twirling it between my fingertips as I racked my brain, trying to come up with the answer myself but drawing a blank.

"Whaddya mean, what's it for?" he snorted as we passed an Olympus Gym with floor-to-ceiling windows, through which could be spotted a squat, bald, grumpy looking fellow that appeared to be training a chiseled, golden-haired Adonis who could be a strong contender for the Mr Universe title. Pulling me onto an escalator, Lea continued, "I just wanted to give ya something you'd like."

We slowly rose up to the second level, a Blitzball Sports shop and a Glass Slipper shoe store gliding by before disappearing beneath us on the floor below. A crease formed between my eyebrows. "But why?"

He blinked at me, then chuckled and ruffled his fingers through his hair. "Just cuz! What, does a boyfriend hafta have a reason to give his girlfriend lil gifts every now and again? Jeez, ya act like you never-" he froze, eyes widening. The back of his foot hit the top of the escalator, catching him off guard and he stumbled, but managed to remain upright before looking back at me horrified. "Wait. Please, please don't tell me your royal dumbass of an ex never gave you any flowers."

I stepped off the moving stairs after him, looking away with a tiny huff. "Yes, of course he would. Big bouquets, in fact, full of a whole variety of blooms. They were actually quite lovely… but…" I raised the flowers up to my nose once more, hiding my small grimace behind them. "...well, there was just always a reason… an event or something. Just because etiquette would demand it. And they were never winter honeysuckles. I don't think he even knew they were my favorite. He never… asked…"

Lea pinched the bridge of his nose with a grumbling sigh. "This guy sounds more n' more like a total tool with each new thing I hear about him. Ugh, forget him," he brightened, linking our hands together once more, leading us onward.

We passed a magic shop bearing a glittery sign that read Sorcerer's Apprentice, inside which were two old dudes, each with beards more ridiculously long and grey than the last, plus a younger blonde gentleman with a goatee and several piercings, his hands shuffling what was most likely a trick deck of playing cards. Neighboring that establishment was the Blue Sitar, a musical instrument store with some guy snoozing behind the counter, his hair at war with itself, not quite sure whether it was a mohawk or a mullet.

My attention was drawn back to Lea as he chimed in once more, "Besides, we have way more important concerns to be thinking about." He turned his head to the right and his eyes lit up. "Like puppies!"

"Pup-?" the word was swallowed in a gasp as he dragged me into a run towards a store dubbed 101 Spots. A pet store, to be exact, as I quickly learned when we passed through its doors and my ears were greeted with a chaotic chorus of woofs, meows, and chirps. Both eyebrows shot up my forehead as I glanced around, "...is this the surprise?"

"Nah, this is just a detour," he chuckled, releasing my hand to squat down and reach forward, fingers beckoning towards a dalmation near the cashier counter. The dog's ears perked up curiously for a second, then it gave an excited bark and barreled into his arms, nearly toppling Lea to the ground. It seemed the two were already old pals, if the way the canine's tail thumped against the carpet was any indication.

I tilted my head. "For puppies?"

"Well yeah! Always detour for puppies! Isn't that right, Mr Slobber-Drool-Face? Yes it is!" he squished the dalmation's face between his hands, using his baby-talk voice as it responded by enthusiastically giving him doggie-kisses.

Oh dear. Lea liked dogs.

"Is that the spot right there, buddy?" he asked as his four-legged friend flopped onto its back expectantly and Lea obliged, both hands giving vigorous belly scritches. "Oh yeah, that's definitely the spot! Woojy-woojy-woo!"

Like… really, really liked dogs.

My crush was soaring to dangerous new heights.

Clearing my throat, I tucked my flower into my bag, leaving the petals poking out the top so they didn't get smashed. Then I kneeled down beside him so I could reach down and scratch behind the dog's ear. It lapped at my palm and I grinned. "You looking to take this one home?"

"That's Pongo," a new voice spoke up. I looked up to see the woman with blonde hair done up into a bun smiling at me from behind the counter. Anita, or so her nametag boasted. "And he's not for sale. He and Perdita," she looked fondly down at a second dalmatian sleeping nearby, "belong to my husband and me. Perdita will be having puppies soon though, so you may want to check back in a few weeks."

"I like to stop in and give Pongo and all the other puppers here some wub whenever I can," Lea cooed, playfully wrastling the dog into a hug.

My eyes crinkled as I watched him play with the pooch for another minute, then I stood up once more, deciding to take a look around. I meandered slowly, reaching into the low pens as I passed by to give quick pats to dogs, cats, and bunnies, running my fingers lightly along the bars of bird cages as their occupants quizzically cocked their feathered heads at me before I moved on.

Finally I came to a stop in front of the puppy pen. And I didn't mean that in the same way Lea did, who seemed to call everything that barked and ran on all fours a puppy, regardless of the animal's true age. These were actual puppies. There were a bunch of children on the other side of the pen that had gathered most of the puppies into a joyful frenzy over there. However, there was one that was staying back, ears at attention as it sat on its haunches and stoically watched the others frolic. Put quite simply, it was a pure ball of fluff, white and poofy. It had to be more fur than dog.

"Hey there little guy," I murmured, getting its attention as I bent down over the enclosure. It backed up a step, lowering into a crouch and giving the hand I offered it a tiny growl, which was more cute than threatening. "It's alright," I soothed patiently, still holding out my hand. The snarling subsided and after a hushed pause, it tentatively crept forward to snuffle at my hand before giving it a timid lick. "Ah, I see," I laughed, sticking both hands in now to pick the puppy up and hold it in front of my face, "not such a tough guy after all, huh? No, you're just a big ol' softie deep down."

Its stubby tail began to wag and it replied with a small yip.

"You don't say?" I smiled back, cradling it in my arms now and taking one of its paws in my hand. "Look at those feet. You're going to be a big fellah, aren't you? Do you have a name?" Another yip. I scanned the puppy corral, but didn't see any signs listing names. Ruffling the cushy fur of its tummy, I told it, "Well you look like a Marshmallow to me."

"Quick," Lea suddenly appeared at my shoulder, whispering into my ear, "you distract everyone with your feminine wiles and I'll stuff the pup down my shirt to smuggle him out of here."

I snerked, not taking my eyes off the poof as I tapped a finger to its wet nose. "Ah, so this is the one you're going to get. Good choice."

"Me? Nah," he shook his head as his hand went to pet it and it repaid him by treating his fingers like a chew toy. He didn't seem to mind. "Saïx would murder me execution style if I ever brought a dog home."

I turned to look up at him now, arching an eyebrow. "But I thought you said Saïx loved dogs."

"Nope. Other way around, they love him. He just suffers their presence. Does lead to some pretty funny interactions though whenever he crosses paths with one. But no, I meant you. How 'bout it, wanna give this lil tyke a home?"

"Oh no," I sighed sadly, shifting the puppy in my arms and it took the opportunity to flick my nose with its pink tongue as I did so. "Unfortunately, pets aren't allowed in my apartment complex. But maybe when I get my own place."

His head rocked back slightly, "Huh? Already have plans to move out? But you just got there."

"Situation's temporary. My room's a future baby nursery, so I need to find a place before junior arrives in a few months." I nuzzled the critter's snoot. "Hopefully I'll find somewhere nice that allows dogs and I can get a little cutie like this guy to just snuggle with in bed all day."

"Mmm," he hummed. I could feel his hand trailing down the length of my ponytail, running it through his fingers and letting it slowly slip free strand by strand as he mumbled, "Sounds like that would be nice to come home to." Then he tensed beside me, snatching his hand back to instead scratch a spot behind his ear, "Er… that is… I mean you make… coming home to a dog sound nice. Heh."

I made a noncommittal noise in my throat, stroking a curled finger under the puppy's chin.

"...I'm going to have to take the lil mutt away from you, aren't I?" I heard Lea ask.

"Chances are good, yes."

"Alright, fuzzball, time to go back to your pen before the pretty lady commits grand theft doggo," he scooped the pooch from my arms. It growled at him and he just snorted as he plopped it down into the enclosure, "Oh yeah, so scary. Got me shaking in my stylish-yet-sensible Chuck Taylors."

Would-Be-Marshmallow ran up to the plastic fence, whimpering at me and giving me the full force of its sad puppy-dog stare. I tucked in my bottom lip, my hands already reaching for it again, "Maybe I should just-"

"Nope, let's go," he snagged my hand and started leading me towards the exit. "Don't make eye contact, that's how they get ya. One look and bam! You're powerless to resist their evil, doggie mind games."

I let him guide me back out of the store, offering little resistance beyond a tiny pout. It wasn't until he led us onto another escalator that I snapped out of my sulking. I furrowed my brow, looking down, "Wait, we're descending."

One step below me, he turned to face me with a smirk. This was one of the rare occasions he was at my eye level without having to stoop. "Yes, that more or less tends to happen on down escalators."

"But why?" I frowned.

His head tipped slightly to the left. "...I'm guessing you're looking for an answer more sophisticated than, 'to get to the first floor.'"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I mean why-" I stopped, realization dawning on me and my eyelids drooped. "...did we seriously only go to the second floor so you could pet the dogs?"

"Puppies," he corrected then shrugged, "and yes. It was on the way."

"No, no… if it requires taking an up escalator to get there, then a down escalator to get back on track, that is by definition out of the way."

He lifted his chin with a sniff, "Puppies are never out of the way."

I shook my head at him, "You have a problem."

"Says the puppy snatcher."

"I did not-"

"Oh-ho, but you wanted to. Could see it in your eyes, El," he leaned forward, pointing to his own gaze. "Lucky I was there to save you from going down a dark path from which there's no turning back."

I gave a huff through my nose and deadpanned, "My hero."

"That's right, babycakes. And don't heroes always get a kiss from their lady fairs in honor of their heroic deeds?" His hands shifted to cover mine on the rubber handrails and he leaned in further still, his nose brushing mine, his eyes hooded.

Cue the conga drum beat that was the hammering of my heart.

Gosh, he really did just so love using this pretend boyfriend act to mess with my head, didn't he?

Well, nope. Nu uh. Not today, you stupid blush! Turn around and march yourself back to wherever you came from because this face ain't buying what you're selling.

I rocked back on my heels a bit, regaining a little space between us as I turned my head away. "Well, if you head back to 101 Spots, I'm sure Perdita would love to slobber you with those kisses."

Snerking, he stepped off the escalator as we reached the bottom, muttering, "Was worth a shot." As I followed him onto the ground floor, he grabbed hold of my shoulders and guided me a few steps further before bringing us to a stop. "Here we are!" he proclaimed, flourishing his hands out before us, "Ta-da!"

My nose scrunched up slightly. "...The Toy Box?" I read the colorful sign hanging over the archway before me that opened up into (you guessed it) a children's toy store. It seemed business was currently slow, for inside all I could see was one employee by himself, wearing a kiddie cowboy hat too small for his head and galloping around on a stick horse to amuse himself.

"Huh?" Lea followed my gaze then tsked under his breath. "No, not that. That." He pivoted me slightly so I was instead looking at the next business over. Above its entrance flashed big, neon letters spelling out Hot Wheels. They were punctuated by a blinking image of a pair of old fashioned four-wheeled skates leaving a trail of cartoon fire in their wake.

"A roller rink?" I asked slowly and uncertainly.

"Yup! C'mon!" And with that, he weaved our fingers together once more and pulled me through the doors.

The place was huge inside, with eighties synth-pop blasting out from the overhead speakers. The ambient lighting was dim, but you'd hardly notice what with all the glowing neon rainbow tubes twisting and stretching along the walls, the iridescent laser light show dancing to and fro, and the spotlights darting about all over the large arena that was taking up a majority of the space. It was jam-packed with roller skaters laughing and having a good time.

Lea led me over to a long counter immediately to the right of where we'd entered. The cashier across from us was a chick with short, choppy black hair that had a few streaks of violet in it. She said nothing, just crossed her arms and stared at us, chewing her bubblegum and looking unimpressed.

"Hey Go Go!" Lea chirped at her, holding up a pair of fingers. "Two sets of skates please!"

Bored stare not letting up, she merely blew a bubble and remained silent. For a second, I almost thought she hadn't heard him over the blare of the music. But then the gum burst and she gave a flat, "This her?" Her eyes gave me a quick once over before narrowing on Lea. "She's too good for you, Red."

"Don't I know it!" he laughed before shifting over to mime cupping his hands over my ears, "But don't let her hear you say that, otherwise she might finally come to her senses and dump my sorry ass!"

Her eyelids drooped and she blew another bubble. Tough crowd, it seemed. With another pop, she turned her back to us, grabbing a few things off the shelf behind her before dropping them down on the countertop in front of us. "You know where the lockers are," was all she said as I looked down at the padlock and two pairs of roller skates - the smaller set powder blue while the others a blinding red.

"Sure do! Thanks, Go Go," Lea beamed, gathering everything up and tucking it under one arm.

I cocked my head at her, "But I didn't even tell you my shoe size, how-"

Once again, I was being dragged away by Lea's hand on mine. I tripped but caught myself, glancing over at him as we walked towards some benches. He grinned, "Don't worry, they'll fit. Like me, she's got a gift," he tapped an index finger to his temple. "Except instead of ice cream, it's skate size."

Okay… strange talent.

But couldn't argue with results. They fit like a glove. As I tightened and tied my rentals, I glanced over at Lea out of the corner of my eye while he did the same with his. Roller-skating, huh? Not what I'd expected. Then again, I'd had no idea what to expect. But this could be fun. Plus, maybe I could look at this as another opportunity to initiate PDA. Couples roller-skating was an optimal time to do that, right? Right! I just needed to look for my opening and, I don't know… just grab his hand, something like that.

Alright. Mission Make A Move was in motion.

Maybe.

We'll see.

It wasn't long before both Lea and I had finished lacing up and stowed our shoes away into a locker along with the rest of our belongings we wouldn't need. I followed him to one of the few openings in the barriers surrounding the rink. "Ever roller-skated before?" he asked, stepping out into the oval arena just as the song You Spin Me Round started playing over the sound system.

"No," I shook my head, padding across the carpet and stopping at the edge of the ring. I watched as his wheels glided him into a half-spin with ease, coming to a stop when he faced me. Clearly, this wasn't his first rodeo. I shrugged, "But I used to ice skate, so shouldn't be a problem."

"Shouldn't be," he hummed a chuckle, eyes crinkling. Then he rolled back a few steps, making room for me and gesturing for me to proceed, "Have at it then."

I took a step onto the glossy surface, stumbled and nearly faceplanted.

I say nearly because Lea was there in the blink of an eye to catch my arms and steady me, giving a loud snort through his nose. "Dunno how much your ice skating background is gonna help ya here. Blades and wheels? Not the same thing. Ice and hardwood? Not-"

"-the same thing. Got it," I grumbled, my legs wobbling as I struggled to keep my balance, my fingers squeezing his forearms hard.

He smiled down at me before cautiously releasing one of my arms so he could about-face, shifting to my side. There, he took my other hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow before his feet pushed off, coasting at the speed of molasses. Me, being on teeny-tiny tires, had little choice but to be towed along with him as he said, "Ice and roller-skating are two sides of the same coin, but still totally different animals. Your muscle memory is probably gonna work against ya for a bit. Your body will expect things to work one way and react accordingly only to be surprised when the physics of it all is totally outta whack."

"Thanks for the lecture, professor. I think I'll figure it out." I tested moving one foot forward, slipped and desperately tightened my grip on him to stay upright. "...eventually," I amended, both my arms hugging his bicep close now.

Did this count as making a move?

I don't think it did. It was more like advancing a move already in progress and not even one that I'd started myself in the first place.

Maybe I should concentrate less on making a move and more on just not falling flat on my rear.

Consider the mission scrapped.

"So… you were an ice skater?" he asked conversationally.

I nodded, trying out another step while still using him for support. This one went marginally better. "I took lessons for a few years as a kid. My parents' idea. Supposedly, it improves posture, balance, flexibility and coordination, all in the pursuit of excellence," I recited dryly. "But even though it was just another tool they used to mold me into being their perfect little girl, I still found it fun despite all that. I actually enjoyed it quite a lot. I was sad when they ended my lessons once they'd decided I'd outgrown it."

"Ah," he continued creeping us along at a lazy pace while I grew more bold and determined in my attempts to figure out how to make the cursed roller-skates bend to my will and obey me. "That explains why all your movements are so graceful."

"Graceful?" my head snapped up to look at him before I gave a derisive snort. "No, not at all, I'm a total klutz."

"Sometimes," he agreed, pulling to a stop and curving around to stand in front of me now as he hunched forward to look me in the eye, one corner of his lips twitching up. "But that's cute too."

Bam.

Shot through the heart.

Which, coincidentally, were the lyrics that'd just sung out over the speakers as the music switched to You Give Love A Bad Name.

As my brain scrambled to come up with a response, any response to that, a huge smirk suddenly flashed across his face and he declared, "And spin!"

"Wha-?"

Taking both my hands in his, he leaned back and started swinging us both around into a twirl together. Or perhaps death spiral would be the more appropriate term for it. I squeaked as we gained speed, our surroundings blurring more and more together, my feet scrambling to keep the wheels from slipping out from underneath me.

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall," Lea called, still grinning like a madman.

And oddly enough, I took comfort in those simple words. I shyly smiled back and my muscles began to relax. Once I stopped fighting the spin, it went a lot more smoothly. I laughed as my ponytail whipped about from the centripetal force.

He abruptly slowed us to a stop and I staggered at the sudden change, but he caught me around the waist with one arm, pulling me up against him. "I got you," he reassured, panting a bit from energy expended on the twirl. I just breathed a small chuckle and his gaze softened as it flicked from my eyes over to my ponytail, which had swung itself forward over my shoulder when we'd stopped spinning. He brought his free hand up to twist a platinum tendril around one finger. "...why don't you ever wear your hair down?"

"My…?" I blinked at the random question that'd seemingly popped up out of the blue. My gaze averted and shifted about. "Well, I… I guess I never really thought about it. Just to keep it out of my face, I suppose."

Lea watched his fingers as they continued to play with the strands. "Your hair is just really pretty. It looks… I mean, I can... imagine how nice it must look down."

That blush came a-knocking again. And this time my face, being the utter fool that it was, let it in.

I suddenly shot out one arm to the side, pointing a finger and blurting out, "Go over there."

He spluttered and snerked. "Seriously? Just cuz I'm a fan of your hair, you're banishing me?"

"Th-that's not- no, I just-" I stammered, looking down with a frown. "I want to try and see if I can skate on my own for a bit."

"Oh." He tipped his head. "You sure you're ready for that?"

"Won't know until I try. Now," I flicked my hand dismissively at him, "shoo."

Releasing me, he started skating backwards. "Fine. I'll be right here though if ya need me," he said, stopping just a few feet in front of me.

Now shakily standing under my own power, I moved one foot forward to attempt a glide. I teetered and I saw him tense, ready to spring into action and rescue me. However I steadied myself, shooting him a tiny warning glare. He backed off, raising his hands in surrender. I sighed then told him, "Turn around."

His head reeled back, "What?!"

"Turn around," I insisted, rolling slowly forward now, feet lurching and arms darting stiffly about to maintain my balance. He began drifting backwards, maintaining the same space between us. "I can't do this with you looking at me. I feel self conscious."

He beamed. "But I like looking at you! It gives me the warm fuzzies inside," he announced loudly into the sudden hush as the last song ended so all the other skaters around us could no doubt hear.

How I didn't pancake onto the hardwood right then and there will forever remain a mystery to me.

This guy, I swear. The lengths he was willing to go to to sell the whole boyfriend act would never cease to amaze me. Feeling that familiar warmth creep back up into my cheeks as Take On Me started to play, I snapped, "Just turn around!"

"Alright already, jeez," he sniggered, rotating away from me to face forward now while still maintaining the same snail speed.

"No peeking," I told him sternly.

Lea gave an exasperated laugh, "I'm not! I'm not peeking!"

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously on his back as I wobbled my way into another step. Then I had a thought. Perhaps now would be the opportune moment to give the whole PDA thing another shot. I was already starting to get the hang of roller-skating. If I could catch up to him, I could go for the hand or… or hug the arm or something! Just for the sake of maintaining appearances, of course. You know, just... keeping up my half of this whole pretend girlfriend-boyfriend deal. My motives were strictly professional and had nothing to do with a certain little, teensy-weensy crush that would never, ever even see the light of day.

Yeah, okay, let's do this.

Mission Make A Move was back on.

Alright, step one: reaching him.

...that might take some doing.

In the meantime, we'll instead work on step zero: small talk.

"Do you come here a lot?" I asked, unsteadily picking up speed and trying to close the gap. "You seem pretty good at it."

"The kiddos and I goof around here from time to time," he scissored his skates, leisurely weaving his feet in and out and in again. "Been doing it for a while now, so I've picked up a few things. Not gonna be going pro anytime soon, but I get by."

I attempted to mimic his actions with my own skates and failed miserably, floundering a bit before stabilizing. At least the fumble had brought me a few inches closer. "I'm sure you've brought a girl or two here before too."

He shook his head with a chuckle, "Nah. Never really made any stops along the way between the bar and my apartment when taking a lady friend home. But… I always did think this might be a fun place to take a gal on a date."

Realization struck.

"Wait!" my foot slipped, I staggered and flailed before catching myself. "Is this a date?!"

"Heh, sorta?" his hand went to the nape at the neck, tugging at the hairs there. "More of a mini-date? Or just… chilling together cuz we enjoy the pleasure of each other's dazzling company so much!"

"This is a date!" I repeated, stomping after him furiously now. Which, let me tell you, was not effective in skates at all. But through sheer force of will alone, I managed to get a bit closer. "I was supposed to pay for the next date!"

"And you have!"

I swear I could hear the smirk in his voice.

"I most certainly have not!"

Almost there now.

"Have too! It was free. Me and Go Go are tight, like this," he held up one hand, crossing his index with his middle finger, "so I gots the hookups!"

A growling huff escaped me. "Cheater. This doesn't count, I'm paying for the next one."

"This so counts! Next one's on me, you can cover the one after that."

I scoffed. "And give you time to figure out how to con the system again? I don't think so, you-"

I suddenly tripped over the toe stop of my left skate and toppled forward, crashing hard into Lea's back, my arms instinctively latching around his waist. He grunted in surprise and swayed, but managed to keep us both upright and standing. As I hung onto him as if my life depended on it, fingers clutching at the front of his shirt, face buried in his back and inhaling his cinnamon scent mixed with the hint of pizza that still clung to his clothes from having gotten off work not too long ago, it slowly sunk in…

Mission accomplished.

Move made.

...albeit accidentally.

But still!

One small step for Elsa, one giant leap for introvert-kind everywhere.

Maybe the next one I'd actually do on purpose.

Cheeks burning now, I awkwardly cleared my throat as I relaxed my grip on the fabric of his Pizza Planet polo and started to withdraw my arms, mumbling, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't," Lea said quickly, covering my hands with his and squeezing, forcing them to stay put right where they were. I could feel him pushing us off into a slow glide once more. "Don't… worry about it. It's fine, I don't mind. Take all the time you need to regain your footing."

"...thank you," I muffled into his shoulder blade. Then I hesitated, gnawing on my bottom lip. "...you know… for a guy who's never been an actual boyfriend before, you're actually really good at this."

I could feel his laugh rumble through his whole chest. "Thanks," he said, gently pulling on my arm to bring me around to his side so he could look down at me as he slung an arm over my shoulders, all while making sure my arms remained firmly secured around his midsection. There was a faint redness to his face, probably from the exertion of all this roller-skating. I could only hope he'd assume that was my excuse too. "I guess I was just waiting for the right person to come waltzing into my life." Then he winked and grinned, "That person being your uncle of course."

Eyes widening, I stumbled again, grasping Lea more tightly. "My… you mean the Duke?"

"Hell yeah, the Duke! Talk about silver fox! I mean, hot damn, mamma may I!" he fanned himself with his free hand.

Snorting, I shook my head. "I guess the heart wants what the heart wants."

He chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down my arm. "Seriously though, if it weren't for his Royal High-And-Snootiness marching into the food court and unleashing all holy hell, you and I wouldn't be here doing this right now. I wouldn't be unlocking and realizing my full boyfriend potential and you," he poked the tip of my nose, "wouldn't be experiencing all the joys that come with being the lucky recipient of such attention. He's the one that started it all."

"I suppose that's true," I nodded as I tried to mirror the way his feet moved. How did he make it look so easy?

"And I like to think we have fun with it too," he smiled down at me.

I returned it. "We do."

"Good. On that note," he reached down, unfastening my arms from his waist as he announced, "let's make like a pair of professional roller rinkers and dance!" Taking my hand in his, he whipped me into a couple tight spins.

"Roller rinkers?" I laughed softly when I came to a shaky stop, one hand going to his chest to steady myself. "Don't think that's a real term."

"Hey now, who's the one who actually knows how to skate here?" he smirked, twirling me out wide now. "Trust me, I know the lingo."

I rolled my eyes as he pulled me back in. "My mistake. Forgive me for questioning you, oh supreme fountain of roller-skating knowledge."

"Damn skippy! Now for the flashy finish," his hand went to the small of my back and he bent me backwards into a low dip, waggling his eyebrows at me as he did so.

And that's when it all went wrong.

For you see, I don't think nature ever intended for one human being to dip another while both had tiny wheels attached to their feet.

"Motherfu-" that's all Lea got out before our skates shot out from beneath us and we both went crashing painfully to the floor, him on top of me.

I heard him groan, then, "Shit! El, you okay?!" He hastily braced himself up onto his hands, hovering over me and eyes full of concern.

"Fine," I winced, my fingers going to rub the sore spot at the back of my head. "Let's just… leave the dancing to the professional roller rinkers from now on, okay?"

Relieved, he gave a low breathy laugh and pushed himself back to sit on his knees. "That sounds like quitter talk and I won't stand for it."

I sat up, propping my palms against the cold hardwood behind me. "Good, better not to stand period. Less chance of falling that way."

"C'mon, you. Back on the horse," he grinned, drawing a knee up to his chest to get one skate under him followed by the other before standing and reaching his hands down towards me.

With a sigh, I took them and let him pull me back up to my feet. "Alright, but no more dipping."

One arm encircling my shoulders once more, his eyes crinkled. "I make no such promises."

That earned him an elbow to the ribcage.

Author's Note: Here, have the latest batch of lil references I've baked up fresh out of the oven xP I actually don't have any fun facts for this chapter, I just simply delighted in getting to expand on the mall a bit and injecting more gooey, mushy fluff xD Personally, this is up there for one of my fave chapters of the whole story, haha!

Next chapter, will our couple continue to perfect their fake dating skillz? How will their actual relationship keep developing and evolving? Will Elsa ever successfully "make a move" on purpose? Will the two of them ever realize their as yet unspoken dream of being professional roller rinkers and take the skating world by storm? Stay tuned!

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[mrs-hollandstan]

harry overhearing the reader give one of his brothers advice when theyre crying ovr something and realizing this is the person he wants to marry. thank u! have a good day!

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Harry pauses outside the living room, listening to you and Sam talk. He knew Sam and Elysia were having problems and you and Harry were going steady. So of course, when Sam felt hopeless, but was too embarrassed to go to his twin, the two of you crossed paths and he posed his problems for you to try and help him sort out.

"Sammy... you know she loves you, and you love her. Your fights are redundant and stupid, and you both know that. I say... talk it out. Figure out what the source of your issues are." You reason to the older twin. Sam groans and sighs before whining out,

"But everytime we start to talk, it turns into a fight." Sam says. There's a pause and Harry can only guess that you're sitting in the armchair in the room,

"That's something else you have to address. You can't communicate if all the two of you do is get in a fight. If... if it helps... and I know how shitty this sounds, but if it'll help, maybe you guys need a break. Just gather your thoughts and reconvene in a few days or a few weeks or whatever. I just... I don't think anything is gonna get solved if you don't take a break, but depending on how you feel during, will determine if you get back together or not." You reason. Harry smiles to himself, loving all the little therapy sessions you provided him with and now you're helping his family. He's glad that not only his family is comfortable enough to confide in you, but you're willing to allow them to. Walking from the shadows, you turn to smile up at him, leaning back in your chair to hold his arms around you when he leans in, kissing the top of you head. Sam huffs, watching you kiss Harry's arm,

"How do you two do it?" He asks. Harry scoffs, standing straight and placing his hands over your shoulders,

"I don't like confrontation. I don't let us fight. I fuck out her anger before it gets too bad." He says. You click your tongue and swat at his hand,

"Harry-"

"Oops, see, sorry Sammy, gotta borrow her before she gets too pissed." Harry jokes, shaking your shoulders before you giggle, dragging him down to sit on the arm of your chair. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you sigh and look at Sam,

"I'm sorry Sammy, I really am. But you and Elysia have to work it out. Like I said, just talk to her about taking a break and see what happens. I promise you that no matter what, it'll work out once you can work it out." You tell him. He nods,

"I know...I should go talk to her. The longer we delay the inevitable, the worse it'll be." He says in a sigh. You stand, nodding and pulling the tall boy into your arms. He holds you close, letting you rub up his back,

"Thanks Y/N." He says softly. You nod,

"Of course Sam." You reply, Harry's heart melting. The two of you stand back and Sam excuses himself. Only a moment goes by before Harry wraps you in his arms, dragging you back against him. You squeal and giggle,

"You're a fuckin godsend baby girl." He says in your ear. Holding his arms and rocking back and forth, you close your eyes,

"It breaks my heart to see him struggle like that. No one should go through that and I hate knowing that we have the perfect relationship and he and Elysia are struggling. He's heartbroken and it breaks my heart." You tell Harry. He nuzzles into your hair,

"They'll get through it baby." He reassures, both of your eyes closing as you sway softly. You sigh,

"I just want everyone around us to be as happy as we are." His heart melts a little more,

"They will, eventually. They'll get there." He rubs up your arms. He sighs after another moment, squeezing you before he let's go of you,

"Let's go on date night." He demands. You smile and nod, holding his hands out,

"I'm down." You reply. He nods,

"Sickkkk. Cool, I've got the perfect place in mind. Wear somethin real pretty." He tells you, biting his bottom lip. You nod, and unbeknownst to you, Harry has plans to keep you in the family starting tonight. Forever and officially.

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Burn bright for my constellations (Chapter 8)

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The words before his eyes were a jumbled mess. His mind far away, thinking about the conversation with D'aja. Only when his phone screen lit up, and Dan felt his heart jump in that familiar manner by now, excitement instead of the constant worry present, that it was finally drawn back to the reality.

Phil had been absent from school for a few days, but had made sure to message Dan, their casual banter not ceasing though there was something worrying about it too, the way the answers took a longer time and how often Phil would jump over one of the topics without answering though asked direct questions.

Yet, a selfish part of Dan was just glad to see those messages pop up, always too afraid that if he asked too much that the other boy would pull away and stop replying. Though the two had been rather open, there was something looming in the air, and he couldn't place the feeling; his therapist said that trauma could affect his perception, that things may sometimes not make sense, so he latched onto that explanation. He allowed only the worries that he could easily justify take up space in his mind, and instead settled on peaceful oblivion for those that he couldn't.

That quickly changed though, when he finally read the message, where Phil's usually carefully crafted sentences were not as clear anymore, a bunch of misspelled words, and a complete lack of punctuation that even Dan knew of (He'd often laughed that chatting with Phil felt like Dan was talking to an English teacher), all in all a mess of fumbling fingers gliding across the screen rather than a coherent thought.

Phil: Do ypu wantto cme ovre

Dan furrowed his brows, the corners of his mouth dipping downwards heavily at the message, and looked up through his window and at Phil's, where the curtains were drawn and every window that he could see was dark. Same as it had been for the past couple of days.

Dan: where r u?

Phil: home

He looked up again, but there was still no sign of life in the house across the yard, and it made Dan's heart sink with worry.

His studies forgotten, he pulled himself up and through the hallways. The cryptic messages made him assume the worst, where the terrors of his night took new shape, finally let loose after the quiet oblivion. What if Phil was hurt and unable to get anyone else to help him? The thought alone set Dan's heart racing and he was nearly tripping over his own feet by the time he reached the front door and his mum emerged from the living room.

“Where are you going?” He could heard the way she sounded inquisitive, but when their eyes met, there was a knowing hint about her expression, say, she already knew the answer.

Dan shot her a look that was almost apologetic, “Phil's,” He didn't elaborate why, and his mum didn't ask though her lips had parted to do so before she stopped herself.

“Please be home on time. Remember that you have school tomorrow,” She said instead, and Dan impatiently nodded, one hand grabbing for the doorknob and the other - his hood, to pull it over his eyes more out of habit than anything else, and was about to leave only to stop when she spoke again.

“You can talk to me, Daniel, you know that, right?”

Dan paused, and looked over at her and what he saw was something in her gaze that he couldn't decipher. Throughout the past year he had seen a lot of different things in her eyes, but for once there was something new. A bit of worry, a bit of emotion he couldn't really name, and then there was that softness which was almost painful, something about it reminiscent of the looks she had given him when he had first come to it at hospital post-accident.

It made him reluctant to leave but then she turned away and he was released from that mystery of a question.

“Okay, mum,” He managed quietly but she was already gone and he walked out into the darkness of the British winter suddenly drawn down to Earth like he had been floating above it all for days until now.

The weather was dreary and made him wish that he was in his bed still, but instead he scurried onward quicker, his feet clumsy on the pavement but clear in their direction.

The windows were still dark when Dan rang the bell, confounded. It took a while, Dan shifting impatiently as the cold invaded through the seams of his clothing, until the door clicked open and when Phil appeared in the doorway Dan's face fell at the expression the other wore.

Phil's eyes were puffy like he had been crying and every little part about him looked ruffled up, untidy. His limbs were heavy, his entire tall posture low and like he was struggling to stay upright.

Phil opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out and it was scary to watch, the way the always rather sunny boy looked like the sky had gone dark and starless. Dan moved in close, slow at first but when Phil released a small whimper, he didn't hesitate anymore and reached out to wrap his arms around Phil's shoulders to draw the other boy in and felt the way Phil's arms held tightly around his waist in return. At first Dan tensed, a memory of being trapped starting to creep in, but soon relaxed into the hold, forcing his thoughts to focus on the soft sounds near his ear, and the way that his shoulder felt colder with the winter air where the tears had soaked through the fabric quickly.

And he had no idea what else to do, so he held him close, rubbing his hand over the back of Phil's neck, and the short hair at the nape of it, trying to soothe the older boy.

It took a while and Dan felt how his limbs were growing stiffer with every second that ticked away, and eventually he stood there supported by Phil's hold only to stumble a little once Phil unwound his arms, though slowly, from around him.

“What's wrong, Phil?” Dan asked quietly when Phil rubbed his eyes to dry them only succeeding at reddening them even more instead. Slowly, Dan reached out to close the door finally, and reached for Phil's hand to drag the other boy further into the house. It was quiet and dark, and it was clear that Phil was home all alone.

Once he had coaxed Phil into sitting down on the couch, Dan patted around the wall near the door till he found the light switch and flipped it on. Phil instantly squinted at the light, shielding his eyes with his hand but Dan could only focus on one thing - the way Phil looked, distressed, pale, tear-stained and red-eyed. There were stains on his shirt and sweatpants like he had accidentally spilled something on himself and not bothered to change. And that silence, it pressed against Dan's eardrums painfully, the ringing nearly nonexistent by now.

“Talk to me,” Dan's voice came out hushed when he sat next to Phil who didn't wait long to lean into Dan and it made the younger boy's heart jump and break when he felt the tremors running through the other boy.

“They don't know what's wrong,” Phil's voice was thick and weak when he finally answered, and so distant that it felt like Phil was speaking from another universe. Dan wrapped an arm around his shoulders, quiet, allowing the other to continue. “I'm so afraid,” The confession was nearly soundless and had Dan not been looking down at Phil's face, he might have missed it completely.

“Is it your dad?” Dan finally asked when the silence grew and so did the tremors from Phil, and Dan could hear Phil swallow thickly before the other nodded. It had been a topic that hadn't been discussed much but Dan could see the way Phil would always look pained hearing his father having another coughing fit, only to smile brightly when Dan met his gaze.

There was a faint sound, closer to a kicked animal than a teenage boy, from Phil and Dan could feel the other boy's body heavily against his side, the tremors growing periodically even after Dan had thrown his arm around Phil's shoulders. And with each tremor Dan could feel his chest constricting more with the way his heart was crumbling bit by bit. He felt the tightness begin to bleed with memories of pain, but he bit the feeling away and instead tried to force his entire attention on the now.

Because Phil needed him.

“Come on, you should wear something clean,” Finally Dan said, to Phil, after looking around for any form of additional comfort in the room. Suddenly the surroundings felt lifeless, sad and heavy, every edge too sharp and fabric too rough. It was only the comfort of green and postered walls that he could think of within the house.

It was wordlessly that Phil took Dan's free hand, the clammy fingers trembling in the hold but holding on tightly like his life depended on it. So Dan did the same, his clumsy fingers certain in their strength as they wrapped around the other boy's palm and gave it a light squeeze. Wrapped up awkwardly, Dan slowly pulled Phil up on his feet, trying hard to keep the two of them upright when he felt Phil lean into him a bit too heavily, Dan's ankles wobbling a little, still weaker than he had expected. He just bit his lip, pushing the feeling away and waited until the strangeness of the fact that for once he could support somebody else passed.

"Come now," He hoisted the other boy closer, squeezing Phil's shoulders before he began to walk towards the stairway slowly, and felt Phil obediently follow. One step, two, dozen of steps later and a couple of dozen of moments after, they finally pushed through the door and though Phil had held on so tightly, his grip loosened instantly once Dan pushed him gently to sit down on the bed.

"Let's get you into something clean," Dan muttered though it felt like Phil was not following at all, just swaying a little sitting on the very edge of the bed. For a moment Dan was worried that the other boy would slip off of it, but after a while of just watching him, shook his head and turned to dig through the closet for a clean t-shirt and a hoodie. Once he'd grabbed the two pieces, he returned and laid them out next to Phil who had barely moved aside from the light shivering and swaying that was still present in every fibre of his being.

"Should I..." Dan began but when Phil didn't respond, chewed at the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. Slowly, he reached out, lifting the hem of Phil's shirt and it seemed like a stronger shiver took over the other boy but it was gone as soon as it had appeared. "Is it okay?" Dan asked, remembering the many times that Phil had wordlessly asked Dan to leave the room when he was changing.

There was only a small sound, akin to a confirmation, and Dan continued to pull slowly and navigate Phil's arms before he finally managed to pull the shirt off over the dark mop of hair, now left in a wilder mess than before. He tossed the shirt on the floor, and with a frown, carefully reached out and began sorting out the mess on Phil's head.

"Look at me?" He asked gently and ran his hand over the side of Phil's head, just about to trail over his jawline to touch his chin but before he could, Phil flinched and wrapped his arms around himself as if suddenly exposed. It was then that Dan noted the multitude of freckles covering Phil's shoulders and going down his arms, and from what Dan could tell, also down his back. He could see how Phil would curl in on himself even more, yet the curiosity got the best of him and before he realised what he was doing, Dan lightly touched Phil's shoulder with his fingertips, running them slowly across the warm, pale and freckled skin. It was only when Phil's body shook with another strong shiver did Dan snap out of it, withdrawing his hand, and when he turned his gaze, his dark eyes met with Phil's watery blues, reddened around the edges from all the tears and rubbing that they had gone through in the past hour and more.

"I-I'm so-sorry," The words were a stammer over Dan's lips and he was just about to retreat a step, his cheeks warm, when he felt a hand on his wrist, not forceful but enough to make him stay put. There was something ashamed in Phil's gaze but there was also amazement in between all the tiredness and pain, and Dan swallowed when the intensity of the gaze seeped into his being unexpectedly.

"T-the shirt," Dan turned to pick it up and felt Phil's hand fall away from his wrist though there was something unwilling in the little movement.

It was a few quiet moments later that Phil was wrapped up in a yellow hoodie and Dan was sitting next to him that Phil finally spoke up, his voice raspy and quiet but it was clear enough for Dan to hear, "Thank you," It was soft despite the rough edges and Dan looked at Phil in a questioning silence for a moment before he leaned in a little closer, brushing their shoulders together lightly.

"No worries," And a small pause later, his tongue formed words and pronounced them without Dan's consent, as if his logic and feelings had been completely separated in his being all of a sudden in the night, "I'll gladly take your shirt off any day."

Instantly his face flushed brightly, while Phil curled his shoulders forward a little and expelled a small laugh, one sound after the other until it settled into some kind of calm that hadn't been there before. It warmed Dan's chest, and he found it in himself the courage to reach out and gently take Phil's hand in his again, giving it another squeeze just like before, reassuring.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly and after a little moment Phil shifted and returned the squeeze with one of his own.

"Fine.... Better?" It was questioning but Dan nodded to it, before leaning in closer once more, this time staying there when their arms were pressed against one another in their near full length.

"Do you want to stay over tonight? Mum made dinner," Though genuine in his offer, Dan found it in himself that he simply didn't want to let go again, his grip tightening just a little bit, and it seemed that Phil noticed it because after a small pause, he finally nodded.

It was later that night that Phil was tucked away in Dan's bed, that Dan found himself watching the other boy's form and biting his cheek thoughtfully. His chest was warm, almost joyous, but his face was a frown.

Finally it seemed that so many things were making more sense.

===

"Dan," The voice was low, wading in through the layers of Dan's dreams slowly, until his consciousness caught onto it and his eyelids fluttered open. It was a blur for a moment, then - a pair of blue eyes, staring right at him, without a clear indication of what was going on behind them. Dan just blinked slowly, staring at the wide pupils, until the morning dawned in on him, and the way though he was used to being wrapped in Phil's arms loosely whenever they awoke next to one another, now being only a few centimeters away seemed so much closer.

"M'rning," Dan managed out drowsily, but didn't dare to move to stretch or roll over like he usually would. Captivated by the blues, he was about to say something else when a loud knock on his door startled him.

"Morning, boys, it's time to wake up for school," It was his mum and Dan propped himself up on his elbow though his shoulder felt uncomfortable under his own weight still.

"We're up," He called out, his voice still asleep and throat thicker than he expected. He heard her footsteps take her down the stairs before he turned to look down at where Phil now lied on his back, still staring at Dan as if it was the first time he saw the younger boy and there was something dazed in the gaze.

"What's up?" Dan tried to smile cheekily, only resulting in an awkward smirk, but Phil said nothing. Instead, he reached out slowly and Dan felt his pulse increase when the warm palm laid against the side of his neck gently. He had never liked anyone touching his neck, yet now, underneath Phil's touch it felt like there was something thrilling in the sensation, making his skin crawl differently from how it had before.

He wanted to say something but his lips didn't move, as if afraid that too much would spill from them than it was safe. It felt like he was stuck in a moment, time still moving but he wasn't, his breaths slow and shallow and heartbeat a heightened mess in his chest.

It felt like a tiny eternity.

As soon as it had happened though, the touch was gane, Phil dropping his hand on the bed with a small bounce against the mattress, and there was somewhat blotchy blush taking over his features like his mind and body were both torn in what he was feeling.

"I should call my mum and find out how's dad doing," Phil finally spoke up and slowly sat up and turned his back to Dan, breaking whatever magic that had been in the air.

Slowly, Dan sat up, bringing his hand up to run it through his hair, both - trying to fix the curly mess and to make some sense of what had happened. His hand trailed from the head to the neck slowly where the ghost of Phil's touch still lingered. Still half-asleep, it was confusion that filled his mind and his chest felt too tight, too full of everything and it brought a mixture of excitement and dread.

Dan hadn’t even realised that he had closed his eyes, his fingers pressing into the side of his neck a little, until he heard Phil’s voice, “Dan?”

He blinked and let his hand slide away from the neck, and instead he offered Phil a smile, “I'm good.” He eyed the way Phil's fingers were closed around the phone so tight that his knuckles were turning white and shifted to pull himself out of the bed, “Do you want me to stay?”

It was a nod that was enough for Dan to reach out and take Phil's free hand in his once again.

“Hey, mum,” Phil's voice was a surprisingly convincing cheerful and it made Dan wonder how many times Phil had hidden his feelings from him as flawlessly, “How are you?” He paused, as if dreading to ask the following, ”How's dad doing?”

There was a clear sound of a sigh on the other side of the conversation.

Dan just stood there, watching the other boy's profile carefully, watched the way the tension in his shoulders had made him look so much more rigid, and how the earlier strange blush had paled to nonexistent. He felt the way Phil's hold became tighter, even too tight, but Dan just bit his lip and held on.

Then suddenly - it all melted away.

Perhaps it wasn't all of it but the difference was like watching a bloom of the trees sped up in a video. Suddenly the grip loosened to a comfortable one, the shoulders lowered a little, relaxed, and a slight tint of pink appeared on the cheeks again, much more even than before.

And when Phil spoke it was like the fakeness had become truth, the sound smoother than before before he choked at the end of his words, “I'm so glad to hear that.”

It gave hope and Dan tried to catch Phil's gaze by shifting carefully and pulling at his hand gently.

“Yeah, I'll come by later,” Was last he said before the call was over and there was dampness in those blue eyes again, but there was also a smile on those lips.

“They're treating him,” And without another word, Phil enveloped Dan in a tight hug and for the first time since he could remember, Dan felt only comfort in the tight hold.

It was going to be alright.

=====

The clinic seemed awfully quiet, but there was a kind of peace in that and Dan looked over at Phil by his side from below the hood that he had insisted of pulling on despite Phil assuring him that he looked fine.

“I'll see you after the session, okay?” Dan said and felt Phil's fingers squeeze his palm lightly in a quiet confirmation and when their eyes boys met, there was a mutual comfort in the silent exchange.

A shared strength in their differing battles.

“See you,” Phil murmured softly before releasing Dan's hand and turning to leave. Dan watched him disappear around the corner, pocketing his hand like he was trying to conserve the heat that had been there just a moment ago.

So he did the same.

But before Dan could turn the other way, a low buzz from his pocket caught his attention and he pulled out his phone, blinking at the caller ID before picking up, “Hello?”

“Dan,” The voice of the girl was the one that he hadn't expected to hear anytime soon after their last exchange.

“D'aja?”

“I'm worried about Matt, he sent me a strange message and I can't reach him anymore.”

The blood in his veins turned cold at that and his mouth felt dry. A mixture of indecision and dread poured into his limbs and he found himself unsure how to respond.

He eyed the end of the corridor where he knew his appointment time was just about to begin, where his psyche was being pushed and pulled, sometimes gentler than other, trying to make sense within his skull and find peace though it felt like it wasn't doing more than lulling him into oblivion instead.

He could hear his mother, hear Phil, Louise, all encouraging him to seek for the help if he was having trouble.

Maybe, just maybe, he had been doing it the wrong way.

Suddenly it felt like he had found the missing puzzle piece in what truly bothered him. All the loose ends and wounds still left untreated.

He turned away and towards the exit.

“Meet you at his house in fifteen minutes.”

He could worry about the missed appointment later.

[hornsbeforehalos]

Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 5

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

This chapter was like pulling teeth, and took almost a month to write. Hopefully from here on out it’s smooth sailing.

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The Christmas celebration at Norman’s house was sweet, low key, and simple. It was just me and Mingus visiting him so in true Norman style, we did nothing except lay around in our pajamas all day and eat pizza. 

“I got you something,” Norman rasped while chewing on a slice of cheesy heaven before taking a sip of his wine to wash it down, “S’nothing amazing or anything, but...”

He stood up from his place on the couch and dug around the tree that had been erected until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a small wrapped box and tossed it at me unceremoniously before returning to the sofa.

“You really shouldn’t have...” I stuttered as I fingered the pretty bow attached to the wrapping paper. 

His smile widened and I could see his ears getting red from where they poked out his shaggy hair, “Just open it.” 

I tore the paper loose to reveal a pretty, dark wooded box with what appeared to be Celtic carvings on the side. I glanced up at Norman and he tipped his nose in encouragement before I lifted the lid, earning him a gasp from me when I saw what was inside. On the velvet ring holder was a heavy silver ring in the shape of a skull, the black stones in the eyes twinkling up at me as I gaped. With shaky fingers I extracted the ring from it’s container, taking in Celtic knot work welded into the side of the band. 

“This is so bad ass, babe, thank you!” I squealed as I slipped it on my middle finger, holding my hand out to admire it more. 

“That’s bad ass.” Mingus repeated as he came back into the living room, sitting on the floor across from his dad, fully loaded bong (his birthday present from his father, of course) in hand. 

“I’m glad you like it, a friend of mine makes them.” He replied, throwing an arm around me and reeling me into his side. “I seen it and instantly thought of you.” 

“You’re amazing, hun.” I beamed happily, leaning into him while still extending my hand out, heart-eyes still peering at the thing adoringly. Norman chuckled and bent in to kiss my cheek with a loud smack before flopping us back onto the couch. Mingus placed the bong on the coffee table after taking a deep toke from it and motioned for me to take it, earning him another squeal for me as I sat up out of Norman’s arms to take my hit. 

The thick cloud of smoke bellowed out of my chest as Norman hit the play button on the Playstation, starting Nightmare Before Christmas as Mingus had insisted. I past it to Norman and sunk back into my cozy spot, enjoying the feeling of being content. 

Norman tugged the blanket from behind the couch, covering us as Mingus laid back on the giant pillows in front of the coffee table. I squeezed my self against his side, nuzzling my nose into his collar as he snaked his hands and arms through my thighs that spiraled around them. He nudged his nose into my hair and breathed deeply, his exhaling breath raising goosebumps across my neck and arms. 

He chuckled at the reaction, his hands squeezing my thigh playfully as the rough pad of his thumb rubbed my skin back and forth. I side-eyed him suspiciously, and he simply smirked at me in reply and moved his fingers to the edge of the shorts I was wearing. He was about to push his fingertips past the seam when I smacked my hand down on top of his under the blanket, successfully startling him into a yelp and ceasing his ministrations. 

“Dad, stop being gross,” Mingus chastised without turning around, but we could definitely hear the roll of his eyes as the back of his head shook in our direction. 

“Meany.” Norman mumbled, puckering out his bottom lip in a pout, earning him a snort from me.

“Perv,” I grinned back, snuggling in closer to finish the rest of the movie.

The rest of the week ended quickly, and I was whisked away to meet the boys in Seattle for the New Years Supernatural Convention before I knew it. I’d be returning to New York to meet Norman for his birthday, but being apart from him still made my chest ache longingly. To add to that, Jeffrey was appearing all weekend and had a panel with Jensen, which was sure to go over fabulous. I’d just hunkered down in the greenroom with my laptop, working on more stuff for the winner’s trip for Gishwhes when the door burst open with the arrival of my three best friends.

“Biiiiiitch let’s go! Up! up! Nowwwww.” Gen urged, rushing ovre to me and grabbing my hand. I barely had time to push the laptop away from me before she was pulling me up to my feet.

“What are you-”

“We gotta get ready for karaoke!!” Danni bubbled, hoping from one foot to another giddily. I rolled my eyes at her as I wrapped her in my arms, her squeezing me as tight as she could.

“You’d think she’d never been to a convention or something,” Vicky replied from behind her as she adjusted her glasses on her nose, “Been squawking like a damn goose since we boarded the plane.”

“Fuck you, Vee, we haven’t seen everyone in forever, and it’s New Years Weekend!” Danni quirked back, annoyance in her tone as she and Genevieve dragged me out of the green room, Vicky following close behind.

We had rounded the first corner of the hallway towards the costume rooms when we smacked face first into someone with a very hard chest. An ‘oompf’ was heard as the breath escaped their lungs and I immediately cringed at the sound of their laugh.

“Woah, there, baby girl, where’s the fire?” Jeffrey grinned, pretty teeth sparkling down at me.

“Errr, sorry, Jeff, we were headed to get ready for tonight.” Danneel apologized, her own face contorting in embarrassment as she jerked me to the side behind her, out of Jeff’s way.

“Well ya’ll have fun now, girls.” Jeffrey chuckled, smile shining as his eyes never left my face, I looked away from him to turn to Gen as she laced her fingers through mine before Danneel apologized again and began to lead us again. I felt Jeffrey’s eyes still on the back of me until we rounded another corner. 

“Perfect timing for us to arrive, it appears,” Vicky hummed as we crowded into the elevator, and I rolled my eyes at her.

“This is gonna be a long weekend.”

"Stop making your fuckin’ eye twitch, bitch, I’m getting this shit all over you!” I griped, wiping Vicki’s eye off for the hundreth time. All I was trying to do was put Eyeliner on the poor woman. 

“Stop poking me!” could be heard from Kim Rhodes somewhere behind us as she was zipped into her costume. We were all stuffed into one hotel room trying to get ready. My jester outfit was laid out beside Ruth on the bed, where she was braiding Gen’s hair as Dani helped Kim. It was literally a disaster with all of us together.

“Ky! I think your phone is ringing.” Brianna shouted from her place in the bathroom, walking out with my bag that was chirping loudly in her hand. I pulled the squawking device out to see Norman's picture flashing across the screen, and of course everyone had to “awhhhh” behind me for good measure. 

“I hate ya’ll,” I blushed, rolling my eyes before bring the phone to my ear and greeted Norman.

“You havin’ a slumber party over there or sometrhing?” He rasped with a chuckle through the line, deepening my blush as I swatted Vicki who was licking between the two fingers she was holding up in my direction,

“You’d fuckin’ think so,” I replied back with a snort, flipping Vicki off as she took over the rest of her makeup. 

“Miss you,” He said lowly, as if he were trying to keep someone from hearing him. Probably Andy.

“Miss you too,” I answered back, earning us another set of goo-goo noises from the room full of girls.

“You guys getting ready for Karaoke?” 

“Trying to, it’s almost impossible with these bozos.” I replied back, dodging the hair brush thrown by Kim in the process. 

“You haven’t ran into Jeff, have you?”

“Ha! Funny you say that,”

“What?” 

“I literally ran into him. I rounded a corner in the hotel and boom! There he was.”

“What’d he say?”

“Nothing, really.”

“Let me know if he tries to start any shit, alright?”

“You’ll be the first to know, babe.” I promised, smiling at his defensive tone and protectiveness.

“I wish I could spend this weekend with you. I’m gonna be bored as shit ‘till I see you again.” He complained, whiny tone to his voice that made me smile.

“You’re gonna get sick of me soon, don’t worry.” I giggled.

“Pffft. Yeah, right.”

There was a knock at the door followed by the sound of Rich’s voice echoing down the hall, him and Rob there to escort us down tot he event. I got off the phone with Norman, promising him not to get too wasted and to call him before I went to bed. 

The actual event went fairly smooth, as it was easy for me to just not pay any attention to Jeffrey since he made it a point to stand on the complete opposite of the stage. The girls and I all stayed near each other, singing at the top of our lungs to a Journey song Jensen had picked for Danneel. The fans were super cool, and it was actually really fun, but I still had the gut feeling some crazy shit was going to go down. 

“Helloooooo there,” Norman sang, obviously drunk, as he answered the phone.

I scoffed at him sarcastically, feigning annoyance, “And you told me not to get wasted.”

“You did though, didn’ you?” He chuckled back.

“Of course I did.” I laughed, drunk giggles taking over as I sprawled across the sheets of the hotel bed. 

“So we’re even. What’re you doing?”

“Laying in bed.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.”

“Mmmm, oh yeah?” He rasped, dropping his voice an octave to the gritty rasp I loved. 

“Mhmm,” I hummed, my eyes closing as I dipped under the covers, “What are you doing?”

“Thinking about you,” 

“What about me?” I asked, my breath hitching as my thighs clenched together at the gritty tone.

“Everything, I miss everything about you.”

“You’re sweet.” I smiled, sighing gently at the feeling of missing him too. 

“You taste sweet, Whiskey,” He graveled out, a soft but unmistakable moan sneaking through his end of the line, bringing a smirk to my face and more wetness between my legs. 

“What’re you doing?” I repeated coyly, already knowing the answer.

“Like I said, thinking about you,” He replied, letting another soft noise escape him as he stroked himself. 

My hand drifted between my legs, my fingertips circling in the fluids above my hood and my own sound of pleasure made it’s way to his ear. 

“Hmmm, you thinking of me, baby?” He inquired, his breathing labored.

“Yeah,” I whimpered, pushing my fingers against my swelling clit harder and tightening the circles. 

“God damn, I miss you. Miss the feeling of you around me.” He panted, and I could hear the rustling of sheets and clothing from around him as he got more .

“Yeah, baby.” I breathed back as I slipped a finger into me. 

“You miss my dick?” He asked, another noise leaving him as his continued his ministrations.

“Mhm, I want you inside me.” 

“Fuck, you’re so tight baby. You got your fingers in you?”

“Yeah, but I wish it was you.” I whined, pumping harder.

“I wish it was me too, sweetheart. Fuck, I wanna taste you.”

A purely wanton groan left my mouth as I envisioned the feeling of his tongue dancing over my flesh, the sight of my hands gripping his thick hair as he dived into me already making the muscles of my walls clench against my finger.

“God damn, Ky, shit,” He grunted, his own fantasies taking over his ability to speak as he worked himself over, “Wanna nut all over those pretty tits, girl.”

“Fuck yeah,” I keened, the drawl in his voice sending me over quickly as my body tensed as pleasure flooded through me. I saw white flashes behind my eyelids and could faintly hear the continued sounds flooding through the phone line over my own panting as my shaking subsided. Norman let out a long groan of satisfaction as he found his own completion, my name leaving his lips as he came. 

We both took a second to regain cognizant thoughts from our respective orgasms, a sigh and a hum coming from Norman as he adjusted himself in his bed and slurred lazily, “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you when you get home.” 

“I hope so,” I giggled in response, a sharp exhale escaping me as I settled in to my pillows as well. 

“You’re so amazing,” he cooed drunkenly, his adorable smile flashing before my eyes and bringing a grin of my own to my face.

“You’re amazing, Normie,” 

“Mmmm, not as amazing as you,” He mumbled, sleep obviously taking over him in his drunken sated state. 

“Let’s sleep, babe. Call me in the morning?” 

“Mmmmhmmm. Hey, Ky?”

“Yes, babe?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“You’re drunk, Norm.”

“No, ugh,” He grunted, clearing his throat a little, “That’s not how I meant it. I love you, Ky, I’m so happy to have you. Even if we weren’t this. I love you.”

I smiled cheesily, a blush creeping over my entire body as I responded, “I love you too, Normie.” 

“Night, Sweetheart, 

“Night, babe.”

I was woken up the next morning by a loud, authoritative knocking on my hotel room door. I crawled out of bed groggily, rubbing my eyes as I drug myself and the comforter to the door. I peeped out the hole to see two men in suits waiting outside, looking just as stern as their knock had been. My brow furrowed as I unlocked the dead bolt and cracked the door. 

“Miss Ackles?” The man on the left asked.

“Yeah,” I mumbled, my voice still raspy from singing and sleep and the hangover that was brewing, “Can I help you?”

“This is Detective Barker, and I’m Detective Stuart, we’re from the Federal Beauro of Investigation.” The man on the left replied, his hand moving inside his grey suit jacket to pull out and flash his badge, “Do you have a moment?”

“Uh, sure...” I answered, stepping out of the way as I opened the door more to let the two men into the room. The entered swiftly and I gestured for the couch against the wall, where they sat themselves down as I perched on the edge of the bed. 

“So, what’s this about?” I asked, nerves flooding me as I was already pretty sure I knew what it was about.

“You were previously engaged to Anthony Marcelli, correct, Miss Ackles?” Det. Stuart asked, his hands clasping in front of him as he rested his forearms on his thighs. His counterpart opened a notebook and scribbled something down before reverting his eyes to me. 

“Uh, yeah, we broke up a year and a half ago, though.” I answered. 

“Have you spoken to him recently?” Det. Barker asked.

“No. I blocked his number shortly after I left him.”

“And did you two part on good terms?”

“Not really, no.” I chuckled, my head tilting as I accessed the men, “He beat the shit out of me the last time I saw him.” 

“And that was in October?” Det. Stuart inquired as Barker made another note.

“What? I haven’t seen him in over a year,” I lied, applying a confused expression to my face with precision, “His mom called me recently, told me he was missing....Is that what this is about?”

“Yes, ‘mam. The last time anyone ever heard from him was when Mrs. Marcelli spoke to him before getting on a plane to Las Vegas, where he was going to be working on a music video that you were involved in.”

“The Slipknot one? I didn’t see him, but there was a lot of production people there.” I stood from my spot on the bed to step beside the dresser where the coffee pot was and start some, my descending headache making it hard to concentrate, “Ya’ll think I have something to do with it or something?”

“Honestly, Miss, we’re just checking every source we have. People just don’t dissapear with out a trace.” Barker responded, taking the small hotel cup of coffee I extended to him. 

‘They do if you know the right people,’ I thought to myself as I refilled the mini brewer.

“Anthony has a lot of enemies, he’s an asshole. He messed around with the wrong people a couple times.” 

“What kind of people?” Stuart asked as he accepted his cup from me. 

I sat back down on my bed and looked to my own coffee in my hands for a second before gazing back up to them, “The kind of people that make people go missing.”

The two detectives looked at each other and knowingly nodded their heads in silent agreement on something. They both stood up in unison and made their ways to the door, “That’s all we need for now, Miss Ackles, but we may be in touch, okay?”

“Call me whenever,” I replied with a nod of my own as they exited the room. I instantly collapsed against the door with my hand on my chest, trying to talk myself out of a panic attack. Shit was about to get messier than I’d planned.

“What are your New Years Resolutions, and how do you plan on making the New Year better than the last?” The fan asked nervously, almost melting at the smile she earned from Jeff and Jensen.  

Jeff snorted and doubled over as he clasped a hand onto Jensen’s shoulder, the younger man chuckling himself as he raised the mic to his lips, “That’s a great question.”

“It really is,” Jeff laughed, swiping his mouth with his fingertips, “Well, mine, if I may go first,” he looked to Jensen who nodded, “Is to stay out of jail.”

The crowd and Jensen all let out barking laughs at him making fun of our little stint in Dallas County Jail. 

“Prolly a good idea,” My brother chuckled, shaking his head, “I might not be there next time to bail you out.”

The fans all burst out with questions and asking them to tell the story, Jeffrey shaking his head and Jensen rolling his eyes and continuing to shake his head back and forth.

“‘Nother story for another time, that one.” Jensen rasped as he looked towards Jeff who nodded his head as he raised the mic again, “Yeah, we’ll let Norman tell that tale.”

“Right, Um, my new years resolution is to lose ten pounds,” Jensen shrugged, earning him a giggle from the fans as he pointed to the next person to ask a question. I pretty much zoned out the rest of the time with work until I heard Jeffrey’s voice giggle up an octave.

“Well congratulations! Happy Anniversary. Funny thing, it woulda been mine and Ky’s anniversary on Monday, too.” 

My eyes instantly darted to the stage, the amber filled glass in both their hands that I hadn’t noticed before being the source of his need to verify to everyone that our relationship was indeed kaput. 

Jensen, never missing a beat, quickly laughed and replied, “I’m glad it’s not.”

The crowd let out a series of nervous ��ooooh’s” and I took it as my cue to leave. I snuck backstage to where the girls were and they all gave me the same sympathetic look. I exhaled with enough force to flap my lips as I made my way to the greenroom. 

I plopped down on one of the couches and extracted my phone from my purse, instantly pulling up Norman’s number and waiting for him to answer.

It took him three rings before a raspy, “Hello,” was heard from his end.

“It’s noon, dude. You’re still asleep?”

“I think you underestimate how much I drank last night, sweetheart,” He groaned, “How’re you even alive?”

“I had a rather scary wake up call this morning,” I answered, propping my feet up on the couch and making myself comfortable.

“What happened?”

“FBI came to ask about Anthony?”

“What?!”

“I’m not really concerned, it was just nerve-wracking.” I griped, pinching the bridge of my nose before I continued, “Then Jeff said some shit during him and Jay’s panel.”

“Dear God.” Norman groaned, the rustling fromt eh sheets from him rolling over could be heard in the background, “What’d he say?”

“Mentioned the whole jail thing plus our anniversary, he was drunk.”

“Joyyy.” Norman mused.

“I walked out, and here I am.” I chuckled , gesturing to myself to nobody.

“4 more days and I can see you.” He said, a grin easy to be heard through

“It can’t come soon enough,” I whined with a grunt, flapping my lips again to blow a piece of hair that had fallen in my face, “At least I’ll have a break before having to do all this other shit.”

“Yeah, you’ll actually have some time for me,” He teased.

“Fuck you,”

“Oh I will, babydoll, don’ worry,”He drawled lazily, throwing in the thick Georgian accent for dramatic affect.

“Can’t stand your ass.”

“I love yours.” He replied cheesily.

I rolled my eyes at his jokes for a few minutes more before hanging up with him when I heard the sound of Rob’s voice closing down the panel. I exited the room to go find Misha before I had the unfortuneate chance of running into Jeff again. 

“That seemed to go over well today,” Misha deadpanned, taking a bite of the banana he’d stolen from the hotel’s continental breakfast that morning. We were sitting in his hotel room after dinner, both of us too exhausted to want to partake in the concert. 

“It’s ridiculous, dude. Like, why does he have to be a dick in public?”

“Because he’s pissed, obviously.” He stated, stuffing the rest of the fruit in his mouth.

“Obviously,” I sighed in frustration, shaking my head in annoyance. Jeffrey had acted an ass per usual at dinner, as well. Showed up only after he had heard that Misha and I were going after all and didn’t shy away from the annoying comments, that drunken smug smirk on his face the entire time. 

“How’re things with you and Reedus, anyways?” Misha inquired, leaning back to stuff his head in my lap as he flicked on the TV.

 I ran my fingertips through his hair and sighed, shrugging one shoulder, “They’re fine...perfect even. IT’s just Jeff that’s driving me up the wall. I have a feeling its just going to get worse and worse.”

“He’s trying to get to you both, see which one breaks first.”

“I’m not goign to let anything get to me, It’s norman I’m worried about.”

MIsha turned his head away from the TV to look up at me, a saddened look in his eye that let me know he understood, “That’s just a conversation that you’re gonna have to have with him, babe.”

[blushoseoks]

GREY AREA. (M) | 09

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

“Wanting love from someone who doesn’t want to love you, will destroy your fucking heart.”  - Anonymous

→  Pairing: Yoongi/Reader →  Word Count: 4,228 →  Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst,  →   Chapter Index

When you wake up, it's to the sound of a familiar vibration that belongs to your phone, and the hum of your fan whirring from beside you.

Small droplets of rain hit your window creating a nice pitter patter sound, and you think that you've heard what could only be distinguished as thunder, roar in the distance.

The vibration from your phone goes off another second later, and you have to pull yourself up from your slumber to search for it. You find it by your feet, ignoring the question of how the hell did it get down there? Because you had learned long ago not to question you and your sleeping habits, because according to Taehyung, you slept roughly.

The fabric of your feather bedsheet is smooth as your palms run against it, momentarily forgetting about your phone as you plop back downwards against the surface of your bed. Your back hitting the mattress with a soft umfh sound that you're pretty sure only existed in cartoon shows until right then.

It's a moment after your eyes have connected with the ceiling of your room, and in the midst of you trying to figure out what you're going to do with your Saturday, when you remember just why you had woken up.

Or, for better words, are reminded.

Because your phone has just vibrated in your hand again.

You were really going to need to start turning it on silent before bed.

Your eyes almost widen when they flicker across the screen of your phone.

Not because it was ten in the morning, but rather because of the amount of missed phonecalls and messages you've received.

The person who had dared wake you from you slumber was none other than your only female friend, making her your girl-bestfriend by default (or so she liked to state) and you're astonished to see just how many times she had attempted to reach you.

You decide to scroll through the notifications settled on your homescreen.

[9:31 AM] Yoona – pls be awake

[9:32 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:33 AM] Yoona – goddamn it wake the fuck up

[9:34 AM] Jungkook – you busy 2day

[9:42 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:45 AM] Taehyung – wake tf up and answer ur damn phone cn hear it from my room u fuck

[9:47 AM] Yoona – im freakin th fuck out, coming ovr

[9:50 AM] Yoona – Missed Call

[9:51 AM] Mom – Dad and I are coming to the city today, we're going to stop and pick you up for a late lunch! We've missed you baby girl. 2 sound okay?

[9:53 AM] Taehyung – I swr 2 god if u dont answer ur fuckin phone

Your eyes immediately dart back to the message from your mother, and immediately you're met with a mixture of happiness and nervousness.

You were excited to visit with your parents, hardly was it that you ever got to see them, let alone talk to them. But, whenever they visited you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Like they might make you pack your bags and leave with them back to the hellhole that you had grown up in – but you knew they would never ask it of you, but still, the thought made something stir uncomfortably inside of you.

You're slapped out of your thoughts when your bedroom door swings open, and you're half expecting Taehyung. So you're only taken by a little surprise when it's Yoona that's stumbles inside.

Her hair wet as it runs down her sides and soaks her tshirt, her red rainboots drenched and making ugly stains in the carpet of your bedroom, and she looks like she's just seen a ghost.

It's enough to prompt you to slowly sit upwards, confusion mixed with concern starting to overtake your body, and starting to make itself evident in your features.

“Y/N.” Yoona says a moment later, voice soft. “You didn't answer your phone?”

And she stares at you. With eyes that look traumatized.

You cross your legs in a criss cross position, bringing them up and into your own personal space, this an indication that she is more than welcome to sit on your bed, wet or not.

“I was asleep, I'm sorry. What's-” you pause. “What's going on?”

She processes your indication, eyes flickering down to your bedsheets, a million things stirring silently in her eyes. And without another word she slowly strides across your bedroom, shucking off her wet jacket and letting it fall to hit the floor beside her. She takes a seat on your bed, elbows moving to press into the material of her denim jeans, and her body sort of crouches over. Hands moving to press to her forehead.

Her actions make you nervous, because you had never seen Yoona quite like this.

So you scoot up to her body just a tad, not wanting to scare her away. And you move your right hand to the center of her back, starting to move it in slow, gentle circles across the damp material.

“Yoona,” you say with a certain gentleness etched in your words. “What's going on?”

And she breathes out a large breath, slowly. One that makes you wonder if she had been breathing before you let out that question.

And with her eyes settled somewhere below, probably your carpet, her lips part and she speaks.

“You know,” she says calmly, “how when some soulmate's meet they just know it. Like they feel something or whatever?”

You immediately think back to Yoongi, how you had felt the heat of a thousand forest fires when he had laid eyes on you, you think about how every time he stares at you, you feel that undeniable warmth.

The facts cause you to nod your head in response.

But then you think back to Park Jimin. And how nothing had been felt when you were staring at each other. It wasn't uncommon for soulmate's not to feel something when they found each other, it was as common as it was to feel something when soulmate's met.

Some people said it depended on how strong the bond was, but you didn't believe that.

Because whenever your parents stared at each other, they felt nothing. But the love they had for one another was right there, was undeniable, was impossible to discredit. You could practically feel how strong their bond was, how protected their love was.

So you believed that some soulmate's felt things, and some didn't.

Nevermind the bond.

But had you felt something with Jimin but the shock you had been faced with, when meeting your second soulmate numbed everything off? Or was there not actually anything felt there?

“Yes.” You add for good measure, eyes flickering from where they had been dazing off at – the bedsheets – and to the side of Yoona's face.

The side that is visible.

“H-have you been outside today?” She says almost immediately, and your eyebrows raise in curiosity. What did the weather have to do with soulmates?

But, you answer anyway.

“No-”

She doesn't even let you form the last syllable before she's speaking.

“Despite the storm, it's hot, Y/N. Eighty degrees out.” She turns her head towards you, hand reaching for the phone in her pocket as if you don't believe her.

You stop her though.

“I believe you.”

Her actions halt.

“It's hot outside, Y/N.” She states a second later, eyes staring directly into yours. “But I – I, felt so cold for a moment.”

You blink.

“Like I was in the worst ice storm to ever occur on this planet.”

She blinks.

“What I'm trying to say is that – I think, I think I found my soulmate.” You watch as the corner of her lips tug upwards into a small smile. “I think I felt Yugyeom.”

You're taken by surprise. Your eyes widening just a tad as the weight of her words hit you like a freight train going one thousand miles an hour.

“You-” you pause, blinking again. “You think you met--” You're rambling, unable to finish the sentence.

“Yes.” She says. “It was so cold, Y/N. So fucking cold. And there wasn't any wind, not a breeze, nothing-- and I stopped, and I immediately started to see if someone was staring at me, or if someone had bumped into me but no- I couldn't – I lost him. Just like that.”

Her voice breaks towards the end, and it's not until you come back from your stunned state, do you realize that the wet on her face is not from the rain, but rather, from tears.

“I lost him Y/N. He was there one second, and gone the next. How- how-” she lets out a deep breath as she stares at you. “What if I never see him again, Y/N? What if the Universe just gave me the chance of finding him, to only rip it away before I could even get a look at him?”

“Yoona,” you say inbetween her shallow breaths and rushed sentences. “breathe okay? I need you to breathe.”

And you say this because you know what it looks like at the start of a panic attack, and Yoona – she was showing all signs of one about to start, of one forming, like a tornado right in front of you.

She nods slowly, her words fall silently as she focuses on breathing. Her body turning towards yours a bit more, as her left hand moves out to grasp your free one – your left, as well. And she holds onto your hand, holds onto it like it's the thread holding her to a mountain. Like if she lets go, she will fall to her death. And she squeezes, and you let her.

After a moment, when the death grip she has on your hand has lessened – if only for a little bit, after you're able to form coherent thoughts about how to react to this situation, you finally part your lips to speak.

“Where were you when you felt him, Yoona?”

It takes her a second to respond.

“The library.” She says in between breaths.

“The campus one?”

She nods her head.

And you let the corner of your lips tilt upwards. “Yoona, the campus library. He was near the campus library. Meaning, he has to attend our University.”

You notice how her body is starting to calm, how the rise and fall of her chest has dropped significantly. And your eyes stare at hers, and it's then that you can practically see the gears turning in her head.

“And babe, I know you're scared. I know you're frightened at the thought of never seeing him again, or that your opportunity has diminished, but -” you breathe out. “the Universe knows what it's doing, okay? It might not make sense as of now, but sooner or later things will become clear, things will fall into place-”

You're cut off.

“But what if-” you interject.

“And if worse case scenario occurs, and you both don't run into each other before college is over, we will find a way to him, alright? We'll sneak into the office and go through every “Kim Yugyeom,” file that exists, track each and every one of them down, and then you can personally slap him for not finding you sooner. Alright?”

And it only takes her a few seconds before she's nodding. Before she's calmed down completely.

“What--” she pauses, hesitance evident in her lack of body movements and how silently she lets the one word slip out. “What if I'm not ready?” She asks.

Gaze returning to yours.

And all you can do is smile.

Let the corner of your lips uplift the tiniest amount.

And your voice is quiet when you answer, your tone soft.

“We usually never are.”

“Oh my god, your hair!”

Is the first thing your father had stated when you had stepped out of your apartment later that day.

Both of your parents were standing by your father's car, and both of their eyes had widened at the exact same time, jaws dropping when you had appeared outside.

Their reaction was priceless, you only wished you had recorded it because it was something you never wanted to forget.

And that was about as much of a reaction they had had regarding the subject. They both were pleased, and were happy you had done something you wanted.

Even if it meant drastically changing your appearance.

They had embraced you with warm hugs, and tight squeezes while pressing lingering kisses into your hair.

And seeing your parents is one thing you will never grow tired of.

Being around them is another.

Even if sometimes it hurts to see just how in love they really are.

Because watching them, is like staring at a life you will never have.

Like staring at a love you are destined to never experience.

The thought causes your heart to ache.

You're sitting in one of the booths, while they take the seat across from you. And your eyes are staring directly at their intertwined hands. How their fingers seem to fit perfectly into each others.

And for a moment you start to wonder if Jimin and Yoongi's hand's would fit the same in yours, or if one would fit better than the other.

You don't spend much time lingering on that particular thought.

“Y/N,” comes your mother's sweet honey like voice. “how's living with Taehyung and Hoseok?”

Your eyes direct themselves from your parents intertwined fingers and up to your mother's eyes. At the mention of both of your beloved roommates you can't help but smile.

“It's fantastic.” You say. “The only problem I have is their forgetfulness when it comes to their keys. And how they expect me to do their laundry, because and I quote, “You're a girl, don't girl's like doing the laundry?”

And sure, you had been living with them for almost a year, but your parent's still worried, still wondered, and still asked questions.

You can hear the way your father tries but fails to stifle a laugh, and you can see the way your mom shakes her head as a knowing smile slides across her lips.

“Sexist, isn't it?” You ask, eyes remaining on your mother's, you glance down to her lips as an amused expression covers her features, as a smile grows onto them.

“But you're happy?” She asks a moment later, curiosity evident in her voice.

And despite the recent predicaments that had caused a few heartbreaks, and more than one entire day of you just sleeping in your bed, wasting the day, you nod your head. The smile on your lips not faltering.

“I'm happy.” You reassure her.

And for the most part, it's not a lie.

“Are you sleeping well?' Your father's voice cuts in, causing your head to turn to the most important man in your life.

You can see how his eyes flicker from your own, and to the bags settled underneath them, and you, for just a moment curse yourself for leaving your phone on vibrate instead of silent.

“For the most part.” You reply, head nodding a few times. “Studies, and boy roommates can be quite obnoxious.”

You watch the grin as it spreads across his face, head shaking a few times. But then his head stills, and his eyes glance upwards to yours, having forgotten the food on his plate for the time being.

“What about sex?” He asks a heartbeat later, taking you by complete and utter surprise.

You choke on the air, moving a hand up and to cover over your mouth quickly. Mostly to hide the embarrassment that paints itself pretty across your cheeks.

“Jiwo!” Your mother almost yells in a scolding, her hand moving from his and to flick the side of his head.

He turns to her suddenly, arms moving up in surrender. “What?” He replies. “I was just --”

“Prodding yourself into business where you certainly do not belong!” She interrupts, a look you can't quite decipher forming on her face.

And even though you're afraid you might die of embarrassment any moment, you speak. Mostly to save you dad's life, because you're certain your mom was going to kill him.

“No.” You reply honestly, catching both of their attention. “No sex.” You state, a chuckle falling from your lips afterward. “But, I have to agree with mom on this one, most definitely not your business.”

Your father shrugs, his shoulders uplifting as his hands move to grab both of his chopsticks he had dropped a moment prior of being scolded.

“But,” you continue, “you wouldn't have to worry. I'm an adult, meaning I know the repercussions, I know how to protect myself.” It comes out in a slow draw.

You watch as you father's nose starts to scrunch up in distaste, obviously growing uncomfortable with the thought of his daughter having sex with someone.

“Anyway!” Your mother says, both of her hands moving to clap together. A clear attempt at changing the subject.

She scoots forward then, chest pressing to the edge of the table. Her eyebrows raising, and a smile appearing on her lips. Her head tilts downwards as her eyes rest on yours. “Met anyone?”

You don't hesitate to shake your head.

“No.” You say, perhaps a little bit too rushed to be believable.

“Well,” she says, her free hand moving to grasp one of yours. “don't worry. When the Universe see's fit, it'll happen.”

You can only nod your head in response.

“But-” you say just a moment later.  Before having thought pretty much anything through. “we're uh – we're reading this novel in English,” you lie smoothly. “and I wanted your guys' opinion on it.”

This catches both of your parent's attention, your dad putting down his chopsticks, eyes falling onto yours. Your mom's attention had already been on you.

“All ears baby.” She says, gesturing you with a nod of her head to continue.

“It's about a- um, a boy,” you say, “who has two soulmate's.” You smile. “Like me. And well – he's found both of them, but one of them wants nothing to do with him- and the other, is well, with someone else.”

Your eyes glance down to the surface of the table you three are sitting at, not being able to look at your parent's faces as you lie to them so easily.

“And sh—he's caught in a predicament, you see. “

You pause, taking in a deep breath. You hardly notice the way your mom squeezes your hand.

“The one soulmate he's met – he's uh, offering him a friendship. Asking for a chance but – just to be friend's. After this boy has asked this soulmate for a chance repeatedly, after being refused several times. He's finally opening up to the idea or something. - And we're at the part in the book where he's trying to decide what to do about his soulmate's. Whether he should reveal his name to his soulmate, and if he should accept the offer from the other.”

You look upwards, eyes staring from your father's and then to your mother's where they stay for a moment.

“So what would you guys do if you were him?”

Your father clears his throat, this drawing your attention. And he holds your gaze for a moment, like he wants to say something, but at the last moment he decides against it.

“I think,” he says, deep voice reminding you of a beacon of hope in horrid situation. He turns to stare at your mother as he finishes his sentence. “This is one for your mother, I was never good at English, after all.” He lets out a chuckle, trying to clear the suddenly terse atmosphere.

You nod your head, swallowing the lump forming in your throat. And you want to ask your father if he's able to see through your lies, to see through your false feelings, because after all, he's the one who taught you how to hide them so unintentionally.

You direct your attention to your mother. Whose eyes, you find, are as sharp as knives as she stares at you. But despite her deep stare, a soft expression is written across her face.

“I think,” she says a moment later. She shakes her head. “That's – those are both two very difficult situations. Whoever wrote this book – they must not have a heart.” She nods her head as she speaks.

You let out a slow breath, and she does the same.

“In my opinion, sh-he's,” she corrects herself quickly. “has already lost one of his soulmate's. Permanently or not, we don't know. And for some reason, his other soulmate seems to be coming around. So instead of answering for him, I'd ask him one question, and one question only.”

She stops, her eyes peering into yours.

And you cannot do anything to calm the nerves in your stomach.

“What would you ask him?”

You ponder hesitantly.

It takes her just a moment to respond, her hand giving yours another gentle squeeze.

“I'd ask him if he was ready to lose another soulmate. Permanently or not.”

You let the weight of her words sink in. You allow your brain to process them slowly. You think over them. Every letter, every syllable, every vowel, every word until you've memorized that sentence.

Until you're positively sure you could recite it perfectly.

“As for the other predicament – I,” she says slowly. “I honestly don't know. Like we've told you years ago, some people find love in someone who is not their soulmate. So I guess- I guess it depends on him. Depends on his thoughts of whether he believes that soulmates not being with one another is okay. It's a very diverse topic.”

And then she's rolling her shoulders back.

“I just hope that this character knows that he has friend's and family who are there for him. No matter what happens, or so I assume he does?”

You can only nod your head in response, your brain still trying to recover from what she stated earlier.

“Well said, my love.” Your father says as he stares at your mother, a smile on his lips and admiration in his eyes. He turns back to you.

“Now, let's eat. I'm starved!”

You force a smile, trying to shake thoughts of your predicament out of your head.

You're unable to eat half of what's on your plate.

It's on your walk home from the cafe/restaurant, that you realize just what you're going to do about Park Jimin – at least for now.

Because as you're about to pass the place you saw Jimin and the stranger last, you're met with the sight of them both, again, outside. Only this time they aren't kissing, but instead planting flowerbeds in their windowsill, or at least – Jimin is.

You wanted to ask them what the use was, it had been raining and it would probably end up raining again, if the sky had anything to say about it.

But here they were, doing something so domestic it made your stomach flip.

The stranger, you have yet to discover the name of, is crouching down at their sidewalk, a pot of flowers beside her, and a small shovel in her hand. She seems to be digging up a space for the plant. The ground is wet and mud is going to stain the kneecap parts of her pants.

Good.

You think.

Hoping deep inside that those jeans were her favorite and that they would in fact be ruined.

And it's when you see Jimin turn around, watch as those beautiful eyes move to stare at the back of the girl on the ground, and something that you can't quite pinpoint, but if you had to guess would be pure and innocent love fill them, that you immediately regret your thoughts.

Because the smile that spreads across Jimin's lips, says enough.

Is one you know all too well. Because years ago, when you met the girl of your dreams in highschool, she had smiled at you that same way.

You had no right to be bitter or upset towards the girl Jimin was in love with.

In all honesty, you should be thanking her.

Because, sure, she may have stolen your soulmate from you.

But something in the way Jimin stares at her, the way that smile forms on that beautifully tan skin, says that Jimin definitely went with her willingly.

And you should be thanking her – for loving Jimin in a way, you could only hope to do someday.

And it's as you witness this, that you decide.

You were not going to give up your identity to Jimin – at least not for now.

And even though they had taken a chance of your happiness away– you were not going to ruin or take away theirs.

And even though you had lost a soulmate, to someone you could only hope would love Jimin as much as you could have,  it only made you want to grasp onto the one you had left tightly.

Made you want to be in Yoongi's life.

Even if it was just for a friendship.

You turn the corner then, deciding to take a detour to Yoongi's apartment.

You've finally come to your decision.

If it was friendship Min Yoongi wanted, it was a friendship he was going to get.

Pt. 10

A/N- Before you all decide to murder me because of the length of this chapter, part 10 will be released either today, or here in a few days. Originally it was all supposed to be one big chapter, but I didn’t think it ran well together.

I am so sorry for the delay, but inspiration did not come easily for these two chapters. Any who, I hope this was somewhat enjoyable. Thoughts, opinions, theories, and speculations are always welcomed! See you soon!

Much love!

PS - I am fairly irritated because Tumblr never italicizes or bolds the words I want >:( ALSO, if this is your gif please let me know! the gif maker was lost :(

PSS - I was too nervous to read through this again, so if it’s horrible or a sentence doesn’t make sense, or there’s  grammatical errors please let me know, thank you!

[lemongogo]

I've been going through your art as one does and honestly?? You are so great. You can range from realistic to more cartoony and still look good?? Your realistic art is so nice and you're great at detail and wow the lines you draw...Iconic. Youre more cartoony art of Voltron is the best ever and I love the way you draw their eyes. I just really support you and your art and I hope you get through that art block because your art makes me happy and I really want you to feel confident with everything

WHahpowhhOWHWOhWHOHWohwh HOLD UP ! THIS. IS SO SINCERE ! AND KIND AND INCREDIBLE AND IT MAKES ME FEEL ALL SORTS OF THINGS 

first off: im really touched that my art makes you feel happy?? reading that alone makes me want to cry because thats just super thoughtful of you to say and! the fact that i can make stuff that not only appeals to you but also makes you feel happy is like a dream come true ... like, im super passionate abt art and so when i see things that i admire, i can feel my heart just swell up with love and ive always wanted to inspire even just a small fraction of that feeling in others

and secondly, thank you so much? im honestly really thankful that you took the time to send this to me and idk if you know just how much this really affects me or not but wow ! i feel like i can do anything at this point and thats thanks to you !! sorry if i seem like im overreacting or whatever but this is just so nice and i want to write a 700 page essay ovr it,,,

nd the comment regarding the variety really makes me happy lmao ! like.. i love doing realistic art because its fun to look at the intricate details and try to recreate them using whatever it is in your hands. the realism is nice, but its also fun to kinda make it stylized in a sense!! like when i do my oil pastel portraits, i like to leave big blocks of color rather than blending it in super well because i like the “artistic feel” that it leaves behind, as its almost like a signature- you already see the picture as is, so why not show it thru your eyes you know?? i want a place to compile all of my other art, so im actually going to start up a side blog soon for my non fandom art :3c 

anyways ! sorry for the super long response but this really made me happy and i appreciate all of the thought behind it and im most definitely going to keep looking back on it from time to time :”)

[artiisvns]

here’s my last lil agender child jung iseul,, 19 y/o nd a book nerd fr days aksjdkhdsg ! there’s a nav page ovr here tht u can lit knock urselves out w/ as well as sum stuff under the cut abt em if u wanna plot smthn please giv this a like nd imma come sliding into ur dms ! add me on discord 2 ( bfbaekhyun#1947 ) if u wnt nd i’ll bother u there !! 

they’re one of my,, softest muses i fuckin,, cant

LOOK AT THT !! THTS TH FACE OF AN ANGEL ND A HEART OF PURE GOLD !!

issy was born in busan but moved to incheon w their fam after an,,, incident at school tht made them have a major freakout ??

they suffer from depression nd Todd syndrome,, they were meant to grow out of th latter bc its rly only meant to be for kids nd adults tend 2 lost it after a while

issy was bullied alot in elementary all th way thru high school nd they coped by writing stories nd staying in their room nd jus ?? wldnt talk to anyone bc theyre scared of being called th names at school :((

they excelled in their academics nd put all of them to shame even when they still need someone to hold their hand in the shower so they dont fall or be reminded to take their medication bc in th end ?? they moved on 2 smth better

at one point they decided to write a whole book abt their stories while being cooped up in their room nd got so much recognition after they got it published nd ?? it was th first time they ever recieved love from ppl other than family

they rly do mean well but issy can b forgetful at times and will probably ?? jus keep to themselves a lot rather than go to parties or hang out with friends

they dont have much friends to begin with bc they dont trust themselves enough to rly b ?? comfortable w ppl tht dont think theyre weird :((

they’re also still not that good at talking without stuttering

on the off chance that they have time away from school nd are free ( which is ,, p much most of th time ) nd they dont feel like writing or doing their homework nd stuff they go down to th local studio to dance bc ?? one of their ‘best friends’ from busan was rly into ballet and s their mom got them some classes and now ?? its jus a rly good  stress reliever

god i love them so much wow

but im !! p sure thts it !! um mssg me 4 plots nd shit if u want them ok i love y'all !

[easnuppa]

When it is written in the stars Chapter 3

Breakfast was over and everyone was gathered outside the massive doors of the Palace, a hunting trip had been planed, so that the Young ellons could rid themselfs of some restless energy. The king was hoping that his son could get a chanse to impress a sertain elleth With his excelent archery. Thranduil called out orders to the guards to bring the participants horses and pair them up. Most of the elleths wore simple gowns in earthly colors, but one elleth stood out in the crowd, her hair was braided and she wore a grey tunic and Brown soft leather pants and kneehight boots, the tunic clung to her body and showed off her curvy figure, she was stroking and gently talking to her snow white horse, both the animal and the elleth seemed to be at Peace With eachother. One of Elronds sons came over to her and started talking, thranduil watched as a feeling of annoyance grew in his chest. The elleth placed his hand on her arm and gestured for him to help her Mount the horse, she pushed him gently aside as she swung her body light as a feather up on the horse. Maybe this was just the type of elleth his son should wed the king thought, he grabed a guard and told him to pair Legolas up With the Young elleth. His gaze was drawn back to her, and he met her silvery grey orbs, he swallowd hard and forced himself to turn his attention back to the guards to get everything ready.

Legolas made his way over to his father,” Are you not coming ada?” He looked at his father questionly “No this hunting trip is for the youngsters, be sure you do well” Legolas nodded and turned his horse “ I will do my best” His dad ran his hand over the flancs of the horse before he walked back into the palace, his horse danced nervously when the guard blew the horn to signalize that they where to start.

They had reached the outskirts of the Woods when Faenthor cought up With his sister “Wherent you paird up With someone?” he questioned as they slowed Down their horses. Faenith nodded “ i was paird With the Prince, though i have no idea where he might be, i have not seen him since outside the Palace”  Faenthor grunted   “I might have an idea where he is, how dare he do this to you, i will theach that little spoiled brat a lesson!” Faenith  simply just shruged her sholders “You know i do better on my own anyhow.but if you where paird up With lady Elanoreth, i suggest that you Catch up With her before the Prince steals her away” She could see how her Brother was thorn between chasing after the lady that made his heart race and his blood to boil and the loyalty to his sister. “It is alright, i will ask her to take a walk With me in the garden back at the Palace later today” Faenith sigh and reached over to grab her Brothers arm, she could feel the conflict and the longing inside of him.”stop Brother, i have seen how the two of you look at eachother, you need to get to know her. Go! you know i can manage on my own” she gave him a reasuring smile, Faenthor knew there where no point in arguing, they where both stubborn. He pressed his horse forward and took off, over his sholder he shouted “ I`ll talk to you when we get back” Faenith smiled and waved him off, happy to see him so excited. She pressed her horse threw the thick bushes in the forrest, it was unusually quiet, no birds no nothing. she eyed alittle path Down to a shallow river and she rode over to the Creek, might as well let the horse drink, she was not really in the mood for hunting, but it was Nice to just get out of the Palace for a while. She was just about to unmount the horse when something came barging out of the trees and spoked her horse, she was starteled herself and lost the grip of the rains and fell back and landed With a splash into the river, she gasped for air as the ice Cold water hit her, she whent under before she could find her Balance and stumble her self back on her feet. She glared at the river bend where lord Elladan had jumped Down and was on his way out in the river to help her. “ What in middle Earth where you thinking barging through the trees like that? “ she half  shouted between her clappering teeth. “I`m truly sorry Faenith, i just saw you where alone and thought you wanted some Company” He reached his hand out to her, but she just stomped right passed him. He was used to her being Cold and rejecting, still he hoped that one day she would see how Perfect they would be together. “You better go after that horse, you know how much the king cares for his animals” she had to struggle to form a sentence With her ice Cold lips, she wraped her arms around her self to try to get warm, but the breeze pricked her skin like needels. Elladan walked towards her” I will take you back to the Palace and get the guards to retrive the horse. We will get faster by horse, then if you walk back.” Faenith looked suspicious at Elladan, but the thought of a hot bath was to tempting to resist. she nodded and let Elladan lift her up on the horse and swung him self up behind her, she tried to hold her back straight but she was shiwering and her mucles hurt so much so she sunk back and leaned into his warm chest. Her Cold wet clothes quickly soked his tunic, but Elladan enjoyed the feeling of having her in his arms to much to care. When they had reached the Palace, he carried her to her Chamber where her handmaiden was waiting, she rushed to her lady.  Elladan told her he was comming back to check on her as soon she had taken a bath and gotten her streangth back. His voice was full  of guilt and in a Swift second she almost felt sorry for him.

Elanoreths attention was pulled between the Prince and lord Faenthor, they had been competing all day long and she was starting to get tired, all she really wanted was a quiet walk in the garden back at the Palace. The ellons had been trying to out do eachother, if one caght a bird, the other caght a rabbit. She tried to seem pleased and aplaud their effort everytime they presented her With their Catch. After they had been riding along side eachother in silence a while, Elanoreth spoke up “ My lord, wherent you paird up With lady Faenith?” she could not resist the urge to ask the Prince, since she after some thought was alittle embarrased on the ladys behalf. Legolas just smiled at her and nodded “ Lord Elladan wanted some time With the lady alone, so i thought that maybe you would not mind that i came With you and lord Faenthor.” He smiled his most innocent smile, but Faenthor just glared at him. “Oh, i did not know Lady Faenith had any interest in Lord Elladan?” she had noticed that Faenith had been avoiding Elladan every chanse she had at the banquet. Legolas  was about to tell the lady  how his friend had been courting Faenith for years, when Faenthor interupted him “  No she have no interest in him. We grew up together and she sees both Elladan and Elrohir as Brothers. She have made that Clear to both of them and lord Elrond himself. No one have captured my sisters heart yet”  He looked over at Legolas to see if he took the hint, but the Prince didnt seem to Catch on, though lady Elanoreth seemed to understand exactly what he was trying to do, she gave him a quick smile. “Im sure Your sister will meet someone special during her stay here, dont you think my lord?” she asked Legolas sweetly. Legolases eyes darted between the two, he wasnt sure what he thought abut the lady, she hardly said a Word and she always looked so distant and Cold. He chose to go for a more diplomatic answr then to speak his mind. “Oh yes, lady Faenith is beautiful, i am sure someone will win her over”, he turned his attention up at the sky,” it is getting lat, we should head back” Both Elanoreth and Faenthor nodded and they started on theire way back,  the ellons continued theire little rivalry game on the way back, but Elanoreth sat in her own thoughts, she just nodded and smiled from time to time.

After a warm bath and a hot cup of tea Faenith had started to feel more like herself again. Her handmaiden had placed her infront of the fire With warm blankets and she was brushing her long hair, she felt very content, a knock at the door made her look up in excitement, she hoped it was her Brother, she was curious to how the hunting trip had gone. Her handmaiden pulled open the door slightly and she heard to her disapointment that it was Elladan, comming to check on her, she threw off her blankets and quietly made her way ovr to the big balcony doors and opened them and snuk out, she threw her legs over the wodden railing and climed Down to the garden below, she turned without checking her suroundings and ran straight into something, she took a step back to not fall falt on her ass and looked up, her eyes met a pair of ice blue orbes and she gulped, she had just crashed into the king. He messured her up and Down With a puzzled look in his very light blue eyes, she looked Down herself and realized that not only had she crashed into him in a rude way, but she was not wearing anything els but her nightgown, a deep red blush crept up her throat and spread across her cheeks, she forced her self to meet the kings gaze. He cleared his throat “ Out for an afternoon strawl in my private garden, Lady Faenith?” Alittle surprised that the king would remember her name after just being presented at theire entry to the Palace, she smiled swiftly, the Whole setting was giving her butterflies. They heard voices comming out from her room, and she glanzed up towards her balcony, she pressed her body against the Palace walls and pleeded the king not to revile where she was as Elladan and her handmaiden walked out. Thranduil looked up at Lord Elladan as the ellon spoke “ I am sorry to disturb you. Your highness, but have you seen Lady Faenith?” A sheepish smile grew on Thranduils lips as he put two and two together, he could still see the lady in the corner of his eye. He folded his hands behind his back “No i cant say i have had the pleasure, but i know Your father is looking for you. I think you should go seek him instead of lurking around the maidons sleeping Chambers” Thranduils voice was as Cold and dismissive as his stare. “I am so sorry Your majesty, i will at ones” Elladan disapeared behind the Heavy curtains and the handmaiden closed the balcony doors. Thranduil looked back at lady Faenith, who was staring onto the ground, her cheeks was even more red now. She was so embarrased, she was just caught in being childish and hiding from one of Lord Elronds sons. She bowed as gracefully as she could muster in the little clothes she was wearing. “Thank you my lord, and i apolegize” The king smiled sarcastickly as he accepted the elleths apolegie. “I`m sure there is a very good explenation to why lord Elladan was in Your Chamber and to why you are hiding half naked in my private garden, lady Faenit. I suggest you Return to Your Chambers, get dressed and then come to my study and explain as to why i just had to lie to one of Imladris highborns” Thranduil noticed how the elleth radiated of embarrasement, her flawless skin was as red as a rose petal, this amused him greatly. The Young lady quickly nodded and returned the same way she came. The king turned and left the garden as if nothing  out of the ordinary had happend.

[galrean-a]

I love your blog so much holy shit ?? Writing?? On point. Aesthetic ??? On point. It's so great to see you active again on your Lotor and idk man I just thoroughly enjoy your blog and what you're doing with it and I hope you have a fantastic day!

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[hellraiserdeano-blog]

Evil Has Always Lost Chapter 2

A child was walking along the street when a giggle catches the child's ear's he look's at a sewer valve "Hiya, You look like some one who could give me a hand" The voice say's as the child look's around then back at the lid that was slightly lifted "Oh, what's the matter?" The voice say's as the child speak's up "w-who is that?" he ask's as the lid raises a little higher and a clown face looks at him "Who? Who? Oh, Bucko, you don't know who i am? Ah-A-hA" hE LOOK'S AT THE CHILD "i'M PENNYWISE THE DANCING CLOWN, AND I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, SEE? we can be pally's now" He reaches a hand out as The child blink's looking around "I don't know you mister" He say's as Pennywise look's with a false sad expression "But, waly, I just told you my name, I told you so why can't we be Friend's? Don't you want to have a friend?" He ask's as Wallace goes to walk away Pennywise long arm grabs his ankle "WAlly, why you being so Rude to me? didn't your parents ever teach you some manners?" He say's as Wallace look's in fear "L-Let go, LET GO!" he screams as Pennywise grin's at him "But boyo! All i want to do is be ya pal! Don't you want ta be pally's with ol' pennywise?" he demands as wallace screams "LET GO!" he is pulled toward the sewer opening as pennywise grows sharp teeth "Let go! let go! Help! HELP!" The sewer lid slams shut just as wallace is pulled inside and loud burp echo's from the sewer. Dean and Sam winchester sat at their computer's researching when sam stops and look's over at Dean "Uh, you're probably not gonna believe this" he turn's the laptop as Dean reads the story "A dream killer? what the hell is this? freddy krueger?" He ask's as Sam look's at him "their just horror movie's.. right?" he ask's as Bobby walk's in with a beer and sit's down "Horror movie's didn't help no one, they are fake sam" He look's to dean "your soldier's are all coming but, Idjit you got some thinking to do about the next step" He says as Dean look's at bobby "Cases bobby, we're swamped okay? so whatever lucifer's gonna throw at us has to wait" he say's as Bobby singer roll's eye's "You're a damn idjit dean, lucifer can't wait" he say's as Sam cough's getting their attention "Uh, technically he can" He turn's the laptop around as Bobby look's annoyed "You're shittin' me? A clown with green hair? Sam, why are you reading about clown's?" he ask's as Sam ignore's that "I was looking at new cases okay? and this one caught my eye's so--so dea-" Dean look's at sam "You're afraid of clown's sam, and you want to take this case knowing what happened last time? you know, when you bailed on me an the freakin' clown acid me in the face!" he bring's up as sam winchester slams his hands down "That was a mistake!" he screams as the bunker door slams open wind blowing through The three of them turn gun's suddenly drawn at the figure who now stood in the door way his bowtie a dead giveaway, his twead jacket on display "Ello, ello. Am i late?" he ask's as Bobby sigh's "Goddamn idjit, we could of killed you!" he says putting gun away as dean and sam look at eachother for a minute The Doctor walk's toward the table "not quite. i have two heart's. and i've been riddled with bullets before. didn't kill me, obviously" He pull's out a chair and sit's placing both elbows on the table "you sent word for all hunter's to come. well, you didn't invite me, but--here i am" He says as Dean Winchester look's at him "you're not a hu--" Bobby cut's him off "He's an honoary hunter, idjit, look at the contract" He says pulling it out as Dean and Sam look at the parchment seeing a blood smear down and the doctors name written beside it, Dean look's at The Doctor who simply smirk's at him. Dean clears his throat "uh, when did you sighn?" he ask's as The Doctor straighten's up and holds up hand's "2009, of couse back then i was less raggedy, and well, was way to skinny" He says as Sam look's at him "You mean to tell me, when we first started you were there to sign in blood?" he ask's as the Doctor smile's at him "Yes, i did. you asked us all to sign in blood. a sacred oath to the society. I was one of the first to sign" He stand's up looking at dean "Of course, back then we were ao much more than we are now" he smiles looking fondly at the names on the list "Edgar frog died circa 2011, killed by demons. Alan frog, taken out the same day. rudy, somewhere in america with his club, oh and so many more" he look's at dean "And now you're finally bringing us all back together after 6 years of doing thing's alone, i don't care if you two get people killed 'cause we have proven time and time again that we can handle it" he says as Dean winchester look's into the deep black eyes of the doctor "you have no companion" he points out as The Doctor adjusts his bowtie "Three year's ago i did, Three year's have gone by," He walks away from them "I fear i couldn't get a new companion, it's--not as simple as it used to be," He pull's a book from the shelf "Back then, i could just poof and there my next companion would be, Simple but effective" He turn's around to face them "and then i realised i ruin everyones lives, their better off without me, without a silly man in a big blue box taking them from their mundane life and flippin' them on their head's" He walk's ovr as they watch them carefully "Which is why i am here, I'm afraid this'll be my last time visiting earth" He says as Sam winchester stand's up "what do you mean??" he demands as The Doctor look's at him "it is, what i feel is best for earth" He says as Dean Winchester stand's up "you can't do that!" he demands as the Doctor look's at him then the book then back up into his green eyes "I can, Dean. For some time's a good man must choose to end the fight before it get's out of hand" he tosses the book on the table. Dean And Bobby look at the table then up at him "you're wrong, you're still needed you gddamn idjit" Bobby slings his chair across the room and gets up in the Doctors face poking his chest staring eye to eye "you are still needed, You can't leave earth" He says through gritted teeth as the Doctor look's at him "The earth is better off without me, I've done too much" He says as bobby punches him knocking him down dean and sam slide over the table grabbing him before he does anything else "Don't you tell me, you've done to much! you goddamn son of a bitch, you've not done as much as you could!!!" He screams as the Doctor pops to his feet "Oh, yes! Haha! i can see you're all very serious about this! Just what we needed! Whoo! oh! Oh! Bobby! Robert! you big beautiful bastard you!" He kisses him then spins away as Bobby begins spitting and cursing under his breath as Dean and sam look confused the Doctor turns to them grinning "I needed to know if you were really ready for whats a head!" He says then point's his sonic screw driver at the door "remember when i mentioned the hunter's, well i don't want to toot toot my own horn! but HERE they COME!!!!!" the bunker begins to shake as files fly every where the Doctor begins to laugh eyes widening as the tardis roars through in the middle of the bunker an the tables flip upside down. Dean and sam fly back again a bookshelf as The Doctor snaps his finger's opening the doors he sits down at the table his feet propped up "come on out now, Fellows" He says as Dean Winchester look's at the smokey tardis Grant Mitchell step's out "Ello, Fella's!" He says smirking and walking toward them followed by Mark Fowler Jr. who dean and sam look at grant nd the Doctor for recognition "That's me son, Bruvs. me only son" He affirms as Mark Fowler Jr. look's around "you guy's live in a freakin' bunker? this isn't WW2 you know?" he ask's as James Cook walk's out holding a fifth of whiskey and looking around "YEAHHH! PARRRRRTTTTTY! eh!" He walks drinking as behind him Luke Vanhelsing walks out in a long black trench coat and wearing a cowboy hat he look's around then look's at them "So, i missed a couple of year's, big deal" He hops into a chair as Clyde Barrow walk's out in a pinup suit, his Bar M1911a rifle on his left shoulder he look's at them "you have strange friend's" He walk's and takes a seat as Behind him Phil Mitchell walk's out looking around "What? No alcohol?" He ask's as Dean look's at him "sit your fatass down" Grant laugh's off to the side earning a glare from phil. Everyone felt a shadow cast as they look at the tardis Bruce Wayne walk's out grumpily looking at them "I was enjoying a party--this is much better" He says walking toward them then look's around "What is this? your own bat-cave?" He ask's pulling out a chair as Luke look's at dean an sam "you didn't tell me you were fuckin' friend's with a billionaire assholes" He turn's his chair away not giving them any look's as Bruce look's at him then dean "The famed luke rutherford, acting like a spoiled brat" He says as Luke stands up throwing his chair at Bruce who swats it away with ease "i haven't gone by rutherford since 2011 mr. billionaire, you better address me by my Real name from now on remember it, Luke Van Helsing, playboy" He says as Bruce Wayne look's at him "what's in a name? it's nothing to be proud of, your family are vampire hunter's, these are not vampires" He says before taking his seat as Luke look's to dean "So i can see while i was away you decided any bitch can join" He walks off to the corner of the bunker as Bruce look's up at dean "Hes just trying to be macho that is all." he says as they hear steps they turn to look at the tardis as Clark Kent clumsily stumbles out on to one knee dropping his hat he quickly grabs it up and stands as Dean look's at how tall he was "Uh, oh, hey fella's, uh, i was just--hm.. uh, on my way to the dailey planet when this man in this uh, a bow tie? you wear a bow tie? well, any who this man dragged me into his whatever this um, thing is behind me" He say's as Bruce wayne look's over at him "yeah, a 5'10 guy dragged you into his box" He mock's as Clark just blink's at him "well, he was uh, uh, uh really strong sturdy 5'10 man he--he had me up by the arm" He say's walking to the only sitting table as Sam Look's at the new guy and felt a little jealous over his height he leans to dean "Promise me no more 6'6 guys in the men of letter's again?" he ask's as Dean look's at him "uh, right no more 6'6 behemoth clumsy reporters" He say's as Clark look's up having heard their whispering he pushes his glasses up on his face as Bruce glares at him "i've got my eye on you pretty boy, what was it you said you came from? kansas?" He says as Sam look's at dean "Oh, now he comes from Kansas too! thanks dean thanks!" He walk's away as Clark Kent look's at bruce "Uh, hm, yes i came from kansas but, i currently live in metropolis, uh where do you live mr. wayne?" He ask's as Bruce wayne stands and turns his seat away from clark and sit's and does not answer him as Clark kent shrug's and then realizes his tie was loose and showing something blue under it he turns and ties it tightly then pull's out some notes and pretends to be writing. Bruce wayne look's around at the other's then to dean and sam "All i want to know, is what the plan is" He ask's as dean look's at him "uh, no plan yet" He say's as Bruce grumpily stares "Really? no plan, Dean?" He sigh's and look's at sam as Sam look's at him "Hey, why uh, why look at me?" He ask's as Bruce rubs the temple of his left eye "you're the brain's of the winchester brother's, surprise me with a plan" He ask's as Grant Mitchell points with his thumb at Bruce "this guy needs laid like BADDD, bruvs, Hey cook wanna help get this guy laid? it might take the grump out the roost if ya know what i mean" he wags his brows as Cook laugh's hard falling out of his chair. Bruce Wayne pull's out a pin an spin's slinging it at Grant who is hit and sent careening out of his chair "Oi! what the hell you do that for!" H gets up kicking the table over as Bruce stand's up staring into Grant's eye's "you look like a strong guy, when you are angry nothing can take you. psycho grant mitchell, that's what they call you, isn't it?" he ask's as Grant mitchell look's at Phil then Bruce "Yeah, you get stronger when you are angry, you're a tough son of a bitch to beat and when you set your mind to it nothing can stop Grant fuckin' mitchell," He pull's open his shirt to reveal the muscle underneath as grant look's down at his abs that bore scars then look's up into his eyes "I was like you grant, but i was sloppy when i was younger, it was that sloppyness that cost me my robin" He says as Grant Mitchell smirk's the room tensed up "And because of that you Are the only man i have ever met to rival my pique of human perfection, you may not look like me but, you are unbeatable when you are angry and that is what the pique of human balance needs to win." He hold's out his hand as The room felt normal again Grant Mitchell reaches out taking his hand "you're alright" He say's as Bruce Wayne smirk's then spin kick's hi  slamming grants head through the table as The others jump back in shock Grant was knocked out as phil look's at Bruce wayne "Hey! what you go and do that for!?" he swings at Bruce wayne as Bruce ducks the punch and punches phil in the gut as Phil cough's up blood and hits the floor Dean nd sam grab bruce stopping him from hitting phil again "Calm down! Dean demands as Bruce smirk's at dean "i am calm" He pushes both away "the thing about it is dean, sometimes its best to fight dirty" he says as Clark kent stands up staring at Bruce "that was unsportsman like, mr wayne" he says as Bruce gets up in clarks face grabbing him by the suit an pulling him close "let me tell you whats unsportsman like! your big blue boy scout letting innocent people die!" He glares as Clark kent tips his glasses up "Superman did not mean to let that happen, hes just one man, one hero" He says as Bruce Wayne stares deep into his blue eyes "he killed many in wayne towers" He shoves clark hard then walk's as Clark kent look's at his back blankly then at Dean and them as The Doctor smiles his eyes moving toward the tardis as Dean Winchester look's at him "what next?" he ask's as the Doctor fixes his bowtie an smirk's over at dean "Oh, my, it seem's another face is hiding from you both" He hop's to his feet and look's at them "And yet how can they when you have their name on display on the wall of name's" He rushe's over to the wall "Oh, oh, you haven't met him, the men of letters forgot to mention they had one more member still alive not just your uncle henry" He leans again the wall and point's a thumb at the bottom of the board as Dean and sam look at the name on the board "No way.." They speak in usion "He's not real.." They say as The Doctor look's at them "oh, he's real and he's here, Come on out jack" He say's as They watch the tardis A 6'5 figure emerges from the darkness inside. Dean winchester looks at the figure who wore denim jacket, denim jean's, black biker boot's, fingerless gloves, and held a shotgun over his left shoulder, his hair shoulder length as Sam Winchester looks at the Doctor "he can't be real--he--hes" The Doctor grin's as the terminator step's out of the tardis and walk's toward them he stop's and look's at Dean then at sam "Sam, Dean i am here to help you with your cause, I have been with men of letters since 1901 the year they made me a part of their rank's" He look's at Dean winchester his eye scanning him "Dean Winchester, Your uncle told me i would find you in the year 2016, He was not lying" He walks and takes a seat as Bobby singer look's at Dean "are we sure hes uh, uh, hm terminator? or just jack crawford having an identity crisis?" He ask's as James cook laugh's banging the table "fuckin' right!!!" the party's interrupted as Lucifer blows the door clean off the Bunker Dean and sam turn drawing their guns as Lucifer slings their gun's from their hands and sends the others again the book shelf's "Ah, Dean, Sam, really disappointed in you, You decided to gather an army to fight me?" He walk's toward the possee "Men of Letter's you claim to be, and yet your bunker is right out in the open! couldn't you have at least hidden it from me?" he look's around "who does the decor? this is TRASH! oh, and don't mind the new face i icked it up from a lowley rockstar--I didn't force him if thats what you are thinking" He say's smugly as Sam Winchester stares at him "how did you find us?" he demands as Lucifer look's at him "it wasn't hard, let me introduce you to my possee" He grin's and spread's his arms behind him a man in bleached skin, green hair, ruby lip's walks in a huge grin on his face his arm drapped over a crazed looking blonde, Bruce wayne glares immediately recognizing him, Behind the Joker walked in John milton another caricature of lucifer who stood beside him, and behind john milton winifred sanderson walked in as Lex luthor walked in his smirk plastered on his face he look's directly at clark kent who apprehensively tucks his hat down "Clark kent, why am i not surprised?" he mock's as Dean look's at the new face's of evil Lucifer walk's over an sit's his leg's kicked up "you all were prepared to hunt me down, weren't you?" he smirk's as the Joker walk's toward them gun in hand he point's it at dean winchester "Ooh, the world is better off without you in it, YOU are the reason why they will die" he say's as Dean winchester look's at him "is that supposed to scare me, bitch?" he ask's as Lucifer crosses his arms and look's at sam The Joker crack's his neck hard "Scare you? NO! i just want you DEAD!" he shoot's Dean winchester directly in the head as Dean slam's through the book shelf the other's scream as Sam Winchester looked at what had just happened the blood all over the book's and the body of dean laid upon the shelf he couldn't hear anything but his heart beat as Lucifer clap's to the jokers bravado "This is priceless! whoo! Sammy, don't cry, this is what you, you, you, you, you wanted i know i've been in your head i don't know how many times" he grin's as the Joker laugh's hysterically as Bruce Wayne glare's dangerusly at the clown and then lunges at him. Lucifer turn's grabbing Bruce by the throat slamming him backwards on the table and stares into his eyes "Brucie! i wouldn't be so hastey the madman is a killer!" He elbows bruce in the face then stand's up "as for the rest of you" He raises his hand as the bunker explodes flames flying everywhere as Sam was still in a trance, The Doctor glares at Lucifer "Why? Why!?" he ask's as Clark Kent look's around at the flames then the other's he cup's a hand to the side of his face and blow's as the flAMES QUICKLY EXtenquish lucifer turn's rage in his eye's "Who did that!" he roar's as Clark Kent kept away from his gaze Lex Luthor stares at Clark Kent "Oh, will you stop acting like a reporter! you ARE superman!" he screams as Lucifer turn's toward Clark kent "superman? can a man be super if he is dead?" He ask's then snap's a finger as Clark kent's suit explodes around him barely harming him Lucifer stares wide eyed and confused "No, NO, NO! you are supposed to explode not your goddamn clothes!" He raises both arms as flames erupt around clark kent as Clark kent scream's then step's out unharmed Lucifer stares at him "Super you are" He begrudgingly admit's as Clark kent rip's out the suit that was tattered revealing a bright blue suit with a sheild on the chest and removes his glasses staring at Lex then Lucifer "The devil, huh? i've heard you can do any thing you wish to the people of this planet" He say's crossing his arms no longer resembling clark kent he float's as Lucifer raises a brow "You're not human" he say's as Superman look's at him "No, i am human, I just--have thick skin and statically i also have a very good knack for flame repellent" He mock's as Lex Luthor stares at him "I hate that guy!" he shout's as Bruce wayne stared at superman now feeling lied to all this time he get's up and staggers toward the other's who were trying to get sam winchester to move as Superman smiles at Bruce "It's not lying if he is real and i am real too" he turn's back to lucifer who was now slinging a fireball directly at superman's face. Superman deflects it with a finger then stares at lucifer "Is that the best a rockstar like you can off, hmm? here i was thinking you were second to god" He flies as Lucifer blink's not seeing him before slamming again The joker as Lex luthor off to the side breaks his phone "I really, really hate that guy!" before looking at a now hovering superman "you, Kal-El, hiding under the skin of a mild reporter" he sneers as Superman smirk's slightly "you of all people should know this, is my deguise" he counter's as Lex look's at Lucifer "well? kill him, you embecile, you are the devil--he is just a alien!" he shout's arms pointing upward's. Lucifer look's at lex then up at superman "how simple" he snap's his finger's as joker shoot's a kyrptonite bullet into superman's back superman yell's crashing through the table as Lucifer look's toward dean who was still trapt again the book shelf "even superheroe's have weaknesses, like you pathetic monkey's" he walk's toward superman who was gasping "even the immortal men created by mundane reasoning are easy to rid of, just like you" he step's a foot on superman's neck "Clark Kent, is no different from you. a piece of rock's all it ever take's to end him" he say's as superman reaches up lucifer twist's snapping his neck as superman's arm fall's limply bruce wayne glare's up at lucifer as the joker laugh's hysterically falling onto the floor as Dean and the other's look taken aback by that "ooh, one member short dean, how many more must die before you boy's let this world burn?" he look's at sam winchester "how many more sam? how MANY more?" he glare's as Lex luthor stared down at the dead superman john milton walk's toward them "i tried to tell them but, they wouldn't listen. not once," he look's at luke van helsing "not ONE time have YOU ever helped them and yet, you choose today to stand by them" he slam's hands onto the table "you are a liar, rutherford. unworthy of your heritage to be a hunter" he shout's as Luke Van Helsing glare's at him "shut your goddamn gob" he say's as john milton throws the table to the side "there you go! acting like YOU are untouchable my boy! but there's nothing, seperating you from me. and none of these buster's can save you, and do you know why luke?" he demand's as Luke Van Helsing glare's violently into his eye's "why's that, milton?" he hovers his hand on his cross bow. John Milton smirk's looking into Luke's brown eye's "'cause dean is dead inside, sam is so full of himself, grant mitchell hates himself, his son the fruit of his loin's so confused he wouldn't know to fight us!" He look's toward the Doctor "and him the supposed good man! he has let the world down countless times, he'll let you down! and cook, he's only good for partying! clyde is so love sick! all he care's about is BONNIE! bonnie! Bonnie! but he'll never see her and do you know why?" he turn's toward Clyde Barrow's "Bonnie's in HELL! like the whore she is!" he shout's as Clyde pull's his BAR the joker shoot's him through the chest sending him smashing again the bunker wall as John milton whistles long "i thought he'd at least last! but, i guess all men of letter's were destined to die easy" he look's at luke "so how about it pretty boy? you willin' to be a dreaded casualty of the winchester boy's?" he grin's as Luke Van Helsing fire's an arrow into John milton's forehead, John Milton look's up then grin's at him "Tough break kid" he say's as the Joker prances toward them shooting luke Van helsing in the chest as Luke smirk's back The Joker realizes his error then shoot's luke in the kneecap as Luke screams blood gushes from his knee as he hit's the ground hard Dean winchester shoves the table away as John milton turns hes grabbed by the throat and slammed through the pillar as the joker fires off at Dean he dodges the shot's punching Joker in the face as Harley quinn slam's a baseball bat across his back it break's as he turns slinging her across an she hit's lucifer who shoves her back out, Dean turn's ducking Joker's punch uppercutting him then turn's his fist caught by a now pissed off John Milton "You really should have just stayed put Dean" He snap's Dean Winchester's Neck as Sam Winchesters eye's shoot wide and the other's scream John smell's the air "God's warrior's screaming in agony, it must be my birthday" He sling's Dean toward sam "Now try and resurrect that, GO ON, do it! do a little demon soul trade right now, do it" He fixes his shuit "you can't and do you know why? BECAUSE you are wrong" he grin's before looking back at Lucifer "Can ya smell that? it smell's like the end" he say's as Chuck shurley appear's suddenly john Milton look's at him "How did yo--" Chuck Shurley just stared at them them a white light engulf's the bunker sending them far from the men of letter;s bunker. Chuck turn's looking at Sam after then down at clark and dean then look's back up "This was not supposed to happen.." He whisper's falling back into a chair.