#i KNEW i should’ve brought my noise cancelling headphones

[maxlarens]

only one of my airpods didn’t charge overnight. time for the most hellish train ride ever!

[infranuz]

ii. a kiss for u ig || snap out of it

“arisu, don’t you think it’s a bit too early to start the day? It’s barely 8” you groaned as your brother woke you up to get ready for the long day ahead of you. if you were to be honest you were starting to regret dragging kuina and chishiya all day yesterday and coming home so late. but hey, you got to hang out with them for a while.

“not even, usagi wakes up earlier than you and she doesn’t complain” arisu was all ready to go but you could tell he still needed some sleep. “and how would you know that huh?” he stopped dead in his tracks after hearing your words “because.. she told me, yeah, you know the other day she came over” even he sounded unsure of his words.

he quickly changed the topic avoiding your question “anyway, what did you do yesterday since you came home at 1 am..” he walked back to the dining room, setting down a plate on the table for cereal. “not this again, i get it. I need to get home earlier because of how dangerous it is out there, blah blah” you heard it all from yesterday's lecture he gave you about being out so late at night. 

“[name], I’m actually asking what you did yesterday..” he stared at you confused “oh.. well, we went to cafes, malls, specially the ones with bookstores in them, chishiya bought me some books as a welcome back gift” you smiled recalling the events from last night.

“so chishiya was the one that brought you” he could barely be heard as he crunched on his cereal. “yeah, man i should’ve taken a picture of him with his mittens” arisu suddenly spit out his cereal laughing. “YOU GAVE HIM THE MITTENS?!?” arisu giggled at the sudden image that popped up in his head

you could only laugh with him as he almost choked on his left over cereal in his mouth. conversation went smoothly after his little outburst of laughter, “are you done eating? usagi and karube said they’ll meet us at the park” arisu got up from his spot going to place his used plate on the sink to wash later.

or more like for you to wash later since he’ll normally forget and leave you to do the dishes.. “yeah I’m all done here, let’s go then I want to get back early” and truly you did, there was still some studying you had to do for an upcoming final you had for your classes. 

arisu nodded his head and grabbed your apartment keys along with a small bag, a present that you helped him pick out for usagi. it was just a simple $100 perfume that she had been wanting for the longest of time. 

you took the lead in walking out first, the sun's light immediately hitting your face. arisu took his time walking out and closing the door making sure it was locked. “this is why we need a car, sometimes I hate walking..” you silently whined, your legs still hurt from yesterday, sadly you would have to deal with it.

“well can you pay for one?” arisu looked at you with a mocking grin “shut up” you glared at him turning away. he laughed and turned his head forward once again. 

for a couple of minutes it was silent as both of you stepped into the city’s busy streets. sometimes it was kind of overwhelming to be around so many people, yet, knowing your brother was right beside you lessened the feeling a bit. arisu knew this so he handed you his headphones to cancel out all the noise surrounding you. you silently thanked him, taking them and putting them on.

all the peoples talking voices were eventually drowned out by your music “omg by new jeans again?, don’t you get tired of listening to them over and over again..” arisu peeked over at your phone to see what song you played, thankfully you couldn’t hear him so you only gave him a confused look pointing to the headphones.

he realized his mistake and laughed dismissing his question, before you knew it both of you had arrived at the park where you both quickly spotted karube and usagi having a conversation. you could see how usagi turned her head when karube pointed both of you out. 

you took off your headphones as you both approached them, the loud city’s noises were no longer audible. “arisu, name!” karube got between you two and hugged you both with a big smile on his face. you giggled, he would always do this when he had the chance. “hi karube” truly it had been so long since you had last seen the blond man. 

you turned to usagi, which correction was a bad idea because now you had to see arisus horrible attempt at flirting. you pushed him away as you greeted usagi “USAGII” you launched yourself at her, “name!!” she opened her arms wide to receive the hug 

arisu looked at you in disbelief and betrayal to which you stuck out your tongue to him. as you got off of her karube spoke up “so.. where are we going first??” he looked eager to start the day. “well first.. the movie that starts at 10, then we can walk around the plaza near there and lastly dinner..” arisu said as he recalled the plan.

“well then let’s get going, it's almost 10” usagi said as she showed you the time from her phone. great!! more walking.. you cursed at whoever decided to build the cinema so close yet so far from where you were. thankfully, karube noticed and offered to give you a piggyback ride, of course you didn’t refuse. 

not once did he complain through the walk, at some point you got comfortable enough to lay your head on his shoulder, slowly taking in his scent. a small hint of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with cologne was noted. still he did smell pretty good, in fact, it could probably put you to a peaceful sleep if it wasn’t for you fighting to stay awake. 

fortunately (for you at least) it was all in vain since you did end up falling asleep. arisu sighted in defeat when he caught sight of your sleeping figure. once again fortunately, you missed the movie thanks to your deep slumber,  truthfully you didn’t want to watch it either way. 

the only reason why arisu had even picked it was for usagi to get scared and cling on to him. really cliche right? point is by the time you awoke they were already walking by the plaza. karube was still carrying you on his back. 

“good morning [name]” karube spoke up as he felt your head lift from his shoulder and move to the side. “what time is it? I didn’t mean to fall asleep..""oh i don’t know maybe about 2 hours!?!” arisu glared at you “oh well, my bad but in my defense I came back home late and slept around 3 am..” you did stay up 2 more hours after getting home for educational purposes; studying. 

“im kind of thirsty, can we get drinks?” you could tell they had been walking for a couple of minutes now. “im also thirsty, but where can we find a-” usagi stopped her sentence as she spotted a small convenience store. “I’m sure we’ll find something there” arisu pointed out. 

“if you guys want, me and arisu can go get the drinks while you stay here, we won’t be gone too long” usagi turned to both you and karube. you looked over to arisu who now looked nervous, just to tease him you accepted her offer, his eyes immediately landed on you with a slight glare. you gave him your teasing smirk as they both slowly turned around and walked towards the store. 

“you can put me down now karube, thank you for the ride.” you tapped his shoulder to catch his attention. “yeah of course, anytime, you seriously looked like you needed it” he chucked, “yeah, I barely slept 6 hours when I normally get 8..” it may not sound like a lot for many but you truly needed those 2 extra hours.. he slowly put you down making sure you landed on your feet safely.

karube hummed, a second later a sudden question pops up “so, my kiss?” karube smirked at you, who only stared back at him surprised. you let out a chuckle with a smile that had appeared. you had jokingly offered a kiss to chota the day before to which he rejected and now karube wanted to take his place instead and as silly as he is he sounded serious dead serious.

you sighted in defeat “a kiss for you i guess, but only because you gave me that piggyback ride” you reach for karube’s face to bring it down to your own height as your lips land on his left cheek. you slowly stepped back and looked up to him. “i’ll take that as a win for today then” he smiled as he placed his hand over your head. 

you could feel your face getting warmer from that small interaction “dont get used to it..” right on queue arisu and usagi came back with 4 drinks on their hands. “a strawberry for [name] and a mango for karube” usagi mentioned so arisu could hand you your proper drinks. you thanked usagi since she knew what flavor you wanted exactly.

“lastly we have dinner, we can just go to some fast food place around here..” arisu checked his phone to search for any possible places you guys could walk to. karube suddenly nudged your shoulder to get your attention on him, “do you like sanrio?” you stared at him confused for the sudden question yet still answered “yeah, why?”.

without a word he took your hand and walked you to a nearby stand where you could take a notice of.. bouquets? but not just any type of bouquets, they were sanrio themed ones. those bouquets you would always see on Instagram or any social media for that matter. while you zoned out you were quickly brought back by karube as he handed you a cinnamoroll bouquet. 

a pretty baby blue color that matched your current outfit. “arisu mentioned you liked that show once ” karube said as he looked away with evident pink cheeks. this time it was your turn to speak but you felt as if no words could come out, as if your throat was drier than a dessert even after just having an ice cold drink. if you were to speak now you would only stutter like a fool. 

“thank you karube..” it was all you could let out as you turned back to arisu and usagi with the blond following behind you. while it was horribly awkward on your part, you seriously couldn’t find the right words to describe how you were feeling. your heart was beating so fast you could practically have a heart attack right then and there. 

your head turned back to karube, he was staring right at you before immediately turning his head the other way trying to make it seem like he was just looking around. this gave you the confidence to calm down from your flustered state as you giggled and clinged to his arm.

arisu and usagi only stared at the two of you not wanting to interrupt your little moment so they only walked ahead in the direction of whatever restaurant they had chosen.

maybe today wasn’t as bad as you planned it to be after all.

— IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO PUT THIS CHAPTER OUT.. my tumblr kept glitching for some reason.. I thought I was abt to loose all my progress at some point thankfully I didn’t. hopefully there are no mistakes, I reread it like 10 times.. + i hope it is to your liking, it’s almost 2k words I think.. sorry for so many words😭 I appreciate all the support I’ve been getting🫶🏼 I look forward to working on more chapters for this smau!! ps. I swear I will bring chishiya scenes soon <3

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[loveofbots]

hii this is my first time asking so im a bit nervous hehe

i'd like to request swerve x autistic GN human reader bc we don't get enough swerve or autistic readers...

specifically how he would comfort reader during/after a sensory overload? had one recently and just need some comfort hehe

(fyi sensory overload is like the name suggests, too much sensory input at once which can lead to anxiety, irritability, discomfort, all that not so fun stuff)

please ignore if you don't write for this sorta stuff tho, i understand :)

thanks! <3

- Raft

Dawg you like me fr, gender neutral, autistic, swerve simp /lh

Thank you so much Raft for blessing me with being able to write for my husband swerve

Warnings: mentions of sensory overload, hurt/comfort

Swerve had invited you to the opening of his bar. You were excited to go and support your partner Swerve, although deep down something was uneasy.

Like a pit weighing your heart down the feeling of dread continued to creep up on you as the hours ticked by. As much as you tried to push it aside, it stayed and festered in you. Trying to focus on positives you remembered that it would be all of your cybertronian friends there. They were all very conscious of your personal space (minus whirl) so you would be ok.

But the noise… the lights… it was getting too much. Sitting at the bar you started to drift out of the conversation again. The clinking of glass making you flinch and laughter making your muscles tense to a painful degree.

You wanted it to stop so bad, but you were frozen in place by social obligation. Walking out wasn’t necessarily an option either. You were a long way from the ground and with your jaw glued shut by anxiety, you couldn’t ask anyone for help.

Skids noticed you first, seeing your knuckles white as you gripped the glass you were holding for some sort of grounding. The blue mech quickly informed Swerve, who’s attention landed straight on you. He blamed himself for this situation you were in. Damnit! He knew he should’ve brought some noise cancelling headphones!

“Y/N.” Your eyes flicked up to meet his optics. “Are you okay?” Of course not. You kept stimming uncomfortably and we’re getting a headache.

Shaking your head in reply, unsure whether or not you were coming off as annoyed at the moment. It didn’t matter, Swerve had concocted a plan with Rung just for this sort of thing. He left Skids in charge of the bar, not even saying a word to any of the other patrons in the bar.

Instead your lover gently scooped you up, being careful to avoid jostling you to much. The sturdiness of his frame was a welcome one, and the change of position gave you enough motivation to at least become comfortable in his grasp. The minibot toted you out of the bar and the noise of the crowd faded away.

You still didn’t speak, but Swerve’s kind words were beginning to ground you back to reality.

“There ya go. Deep breaths hun, it’s okay now. I’ve got ya. The party will be fine- I was showing Skids how to mix drinks all fancy earlier. You know the flips with the shakers that you like so much? He knows how to do that too! So he will entertain everyone until you’re rested up. No hurry babe.” Most would think that his constant rambling would upset you further, how wrong they were. You lover’s speech was like a sweet little lullaby.

Reaching the habsuite he set you on the shared berth, not bothering with the lights except for one lamp in the far corner of the room. He set you upon your throne of soft blankets, pillows, and favourite toys. Swerve was quick to pick up anything you could stim with on shore leave, so you were stacked with everything you needed. The short mech only disappeared for a moment to return with some water and your favourite comfort food. He set them beside you to, not pressuring them on you.

“Come here sweetspark.” Swerve shuffled over onto the birth and let you climb onto his chassis. “Take as long as you need.” He was such a sweetheart, so kind. How did you score such a heartthrob?

Unsure at first, his digits brushed your cheek. When you didn’t pull away his derma quirked up into a smile. “There’s my wonderful softy. Feeling better already? Wanna cuddle?”

After nodding another quick yes, Swerve got the two of you comfortable for recharge, or to just simply watch you do something calming. You had Swerve, and he had you. And that was the most wonderful thing he could ask for.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

more rockstar!seb!!!

honeymoon | rockstar! s. stan

pairing: rockstar!sebastian stan x writer!reader

It was no secret for anyone that Y/N was a methodical person, a person who above else liked a structured, well organised plan before going anywhere. Her husband, on the other hand, was a spur of a moment sort of person, he enjoyed doing things out of a hat, without thinking much about it and that was the main reason why she was very anxious while on the plane to her honeymoon destination. The two had agreed both had a say in everything from the wedding to the honeymoon itself; he’d even let her pick the country for them to holiday in with the condition he got to pick the city. 

Sebastian was clearly enjoying seeing how panicky his wife was and had even put noise cancelling headphones on her so she wouldn’t hear where they were gonna land. He wanted it to be a surprise but she didn’t particularly enjoy surprises. He would shake it off, telling her to calm down and that she was gonna enjoy herself.

    - Why won’t you tell me where we are? - she rolled her eyes as she awaited for her bags to arrive. 

    - Bunny, would I ruin our honeymoon on purpose?

    - Darling, you’re a rockstar with a very dubious past. I do not know what corner of Italy you’ve brought me to. - she turned to him, putting her hands on his shoulders and flushing her body against his. - Tell me. 

    - While I do enjoy having your tits press against my chest, your charms will not make me tell you until we’re outside. - he grabbed their bags from the conveyer belt, placing them on their trolley. 

    - You suck.  

    - Last time I checked, bunny ... - he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. - You were to one who sucked. 

She rolled her eyes once more, kicking him to the side with her hips to hold the trolley carrying their baggage. She didn’t know how to pack for it, when she asked Mary if she knew anything she just told her to pack lingerie she wouldn’t be angry with it being ripped which was of no help. Instead, she just packed for all the possible weathers in Italy which made her suitcase look like it was about to go overboard. Meanwhile, his suitcase was so small she wondered if he planned on ever changing clothes; yet based on his aversion towards wearing shirts, it may be a plausible theory. 

The two walked towards a man with a sign with Mr. and Mrs. Stan written on it before being led to a very nice limousine. Sure, she should’ve have expected Sebastian to want to make the honeymoon as opulent as he could, but she didn’t expect it straight outside the airport.

   - And don’t you dare ask the driver. - he said as he took his seat next to her.

   - Isn’t me being pregnant surprising enough?

   - Bunny, we have sex all the time. I’m surprised it wasn’t sooner. 

   - I hate you. - she crossed her arms as the driver began driving. Sebastian giggled, leaning to kiss her shoulder and up her neck. - Stop.

   - I married such an impatient woman. 

   - Right, Sebastian ... - she turned towards him. - You know I love you.

   - I know where this is going.

   - Promise me this isn’t some la vie bohéme location. I just wanna go see castles and go to vineyards, I don’t wanna go to a strip bar. 

   - Bunny ... - he faked being hurt. - I would never do that. Strip bars are expensive, I have you to strip for me. 

   - You are incorrigible. 

He smiled to himself, leaning down to kiss her before telling himself how lucky he was for having her as his wife. He wanted to trip to be perfect, he had even gone to a travel agency and asked for those ridiculously cringy romantic couples packages. He also knew the best way for her enjoy it was to known nothing at all. She liked planning and he wanted her to enjoy herself. 

The limousine came to a stop and the valet came to collect the baggage. As soon as the door was open, she was out the car yet there were no signs telling her where she was. She turned around to see a big hotel before turning back to her husband who had his sunglasses on. 

   - Will you tell me where we are now?

   - We are in Verona. - he placed his hands on her waist. 

   - Verona? - she smiled dopily. - As in Romeo and Juliet? Sebastian Stan, you are a hopeless romantic. 

   - Don’t say it.

   - You picked the town mentioned in one of the most romantic plays of all time.

   - I did not, I flipped a coin.

   - Sure. - she kissed him. - This is fantastic. I love you.

   - I love you too, bunny.

[radiosandrecordings]

Based on this post I made earlier. Also available on ao3 here. 

Warning for implied sexual content, but nothing is detailed and Jon isn’t involved in any way. 

Jon felt himself relax as he found a free seat on the train, letting out a sigh. To be on your way home on a Friday was always a good thing, but getting an unexpected half day was especially nice. 

He’d been trying to cut down on the amount of time he spent in work recently. Martin had been badgering him about it, and for once he let himself take the opportunity to not push himself beyond what was required. Besides, he always felt rather lonely on Friday’s, heading off to work by himself while his partners still slept. It was one of Martin’s days off from the library, and Gerry taught the evening class that day, so he didn’t have to be at the art school until eight. 

He pulled out his phone to text them both, tell them he’d be home early, before realising rather too late that no, after five years of living in London there wasn’t suddenly signal on the tube. 

He slid his phone back into his pocket. It’d just have to be a surprise then. He was only about ten minutes from his stop, and then he could walk home and get dinner on the way - or, he supposed with the early hour, lunch. He could waltz in the door and it would be a lovely surprise, and what a perfect way to start a weekend. 

~~~

“Surprise! Boss ordered us all out early, basement is getting fumigated or some such thing. I brought- Oh!” Bags of food in one hand, he used the other to push open the bedroom door. Which revealed…

“Oh, Jesus-”

“Jon?” 

Jon felt himself instinctively step back from the doorway. He tried to get words out, but his brain had decided that it didn’t exactly want to cooperate right now.

Martin pulled the sheet around himself self consciously. “Jon, we’re so sorry, we didn’t think you’d be home-”

“I’ll just go and- Uh- Put this… In the kitchen,” Jon managed to stammer out, before retreating to the safety of another room.

So… That had just happened. He had walked in on his partners… Well, having sex, to put it bluntly. Which was fine, he was fine with that, they were both adults who were allowed to do whatever they wanted. It had just caught him off guard, that’s all. He deposited the food on the countertop, and turned to lean against it, letting his eyes fall closed for a minute. 

There were hurried footsteps down the hall after him, shortly followed by Martin and Gerry appearing in the doorway. They’d both pulled underwear on, and Gerry was wearing a shirt which, judging by the size, was probably actually Martin’s. Both of them looked about as mortified as Jon felt. 

“Are you okay?” Was the first words out of Gerry’s mouth. Jon saw his hand move, as if to touch Jon’s arm in that way he did so often when he knew Jon was upset, but he hesitated before pulling back. 

“What? Yes, yes of course I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be?” and Jon was aware that, for a man desperately trying to convince himself that he was not panicking, it kind of sounded like he was panicking. 

“Well, you’re answering questions like that for starters,” Martin replied, and his voice was the right amount of calming and reasonable that he knew Jon needed right now. “Breath, love.”

Jon took the advice. In. Out. Look up to meet Martin’s eyes. “Yes, I’m- I’m fine. I’m sorry I reacted so… Adversely, I wasn’t expecting, well, that.” 

“Do not start apologising over this. You did nothing wrong, we know this is a boundary for you, and we’re sorry we crossed that.”

Jon took a second before responding. “No, it’s… You two shouldn’t have to apologise either. You thought I wouldn’t be home for another four hours, I can’t fault you for wanting to, to have a good time in your own home. I can’t expect you to refrain from something you enjoy just because it makes me uncomfortable, especially when you didn’t expect me to be home.” 

“You okay for a hug?” Gerry asked, leaning forward against the doorframe.

Jon wrinkled his nose slightly. “Maybe after a shower?” They all laughed at that, and Jon could feel the tension finally break between them. Then he coughed slightly to clear his throat. “Right, well, do you two want to go- Uhm… Finish up?” 

“No offence, but I feel like the mood has been well and truly broken,” Martin said, “I think we should probably just take your advice on that shower,” he linked his hand with Gerry’s, and began to pull him away towards the bathroom.

“I’ll get the lunch ready,” Jon said, smiling through it as he began to take out plates. 

~~~ 

Ten minutes later and all three of them were seated around the table, portioning out various containers of food. 

“So is this a regular occurrence?” Jon asked, when they were all comfortably settled. Gerry nearly choked on his drink. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me. I’m never home on Friday’s. Is this when the…” Jon trailed off, pausing to laugh at his own phrasing before he’d even got it out, “When the magic happens, so to speak?” 

Gerry let out a groan, and Martin’s face was buried in his hands, and knowing him, extremely flushed. “I mean not- Not every Friday,” he managed to mumble. 

“But the majority of them?” 

“... Yeah,” Gerry admitted. 

Jon smirked. Now that nothing was directly going on, he was substantially more comfortable about teasing his partners than he was twenty minutes ago. “And what was the thought process behind that?” 

“Well, we know you don’t like sex. Obviously. And we do. So we compared all of our schedules-” 

“He made a spreadsheet,” Gerry interrupted, “A sex spreadsheet. Can you believe him. This is who we’re dating.” 

“And we’re very lucky to have him,” Jon said, grabbing Martin’s hand from across the table and pressing a kiss to it.

“As I was saying,” Martin said, blush returning with the kiss, “We compared the schedules and Friday was the only time you weren’t home when Gerry and I were… So… Fridays.” 

Jon laughed. “As adorably nerdy as that is… Why did you feel the need to do that?” 

“Well not all of us are ace,” Gerry started, “And our boyfriend is particularly handsome so-” 

“Yes, yes, no, I get that bit,” Jon interrupted, waving his hand to stop Gerry from elaborating any further. “I just meant.. Why all the cloak and dagger?” 

“Well, we didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Martin said with enough earnesty that it made Jon’s heart ache slightly. 

“So you didn’t want me to be around for it?” 

“It’s more that we thought you wouldn’t want to be around for it,” Gerry said. 

“Oh, that’s…” Jon was a little stunned. He wasn’t quite sure how to handle that. To know that his two favourite people that he loved so much, cared about him to the extent where they would schedule that kind of thing around his own comfort. “How long have you been doing this?” 

“... As long as we’ve lived together?” Martin admitted, voice trailing up at the end. 

A year. They’d been conducting this elaborate plan for a year and he hadn’t noticed. All to make sure he was comfortable. Jon felt himself tearing up slightly. “That’s… That’s very… Thank you. Thank you. But really, there’s no need for that, it’s fine, I promise.” 

“What do you mean?” Gerry asked, eyebrow furrowing. 

“You were pretty firm that you really wanted no part in that kind of thing,” Martin said. 

“I don’t!” Jon said, raising both palms, “That’s- No, that bit hasn’t changed, and I doubt it ever will. I just meant… I don’t really mind, if you two want to have some time together while I’m here?” The two looked slightly shocked, and he hastily continued, “I don’t want to be involved, or anything, I just meant you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide that from me?” 

He let out a sigh. “I love you both very, very much. And I’m so grateful that you care enough about my boundaries that you would go to sheerly ridiculously lengths like that for me. But I don’t need to be shielded from it. My reaction earlier was mostly out of surprise. If in future you were to just… Tell me when, I would happily make myself at home in the living room with a book, or go for a walk or something. I don’t want you to feel like I’m something you have to accommodate.” 

Gerry reached a hand across the table and took one of Jon’s. Martin followed suit, gently tracing circles across his knuckles. “Are you sure?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

“I think you can trust me to make my own decision on this one. I will always tell you when something is wrong, or makes me uncomfortable, or unhappy. This isn’t one of them. I want both of you to be happy as I am in this relationship and that means not having to literally check your calendar to see if you’re allowed to have sex.” 

Gerry leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “Your right. We should’ve trusted you enough to tell you. At first it was a little… We didn’t want to freak you out or anything, and then after a while it just didn’t seem like a big deal? We probably should’ve tried to communicate better rather than just deciding we knew better.”

“It came from a place of love,” Jon said, returning the kiss by pressing one to his forehead, and then Martin’s in turn. “But I agree. More communication in future sounds good.” 

“And we’ll buy you some noise cancelling headphones,” Gerry smiled.

“Christ, really?” 

“That one was a joke.” 

“Oh thank god.”

[boyfriend-cal]

Hi!!!! I'd like to request travelling with calum but you are completely terrified of flying and he is all reassuring and patient

thank you for your request!! I hope you like it 😊 let me know if you don’t and I can try again!

(friendly reminder: taglist, masterlist, request)

word count: 1.5k

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This wasn’t your first time flying, but it was your first time flying with Calum. The two of you were flying to Australia for his couple of weeks off. You were worried only because Calum didn’t know that flying absolutely terrified you. The conversation never came up until now. 

You decided you weren’t going to say anything unless something drastic happened. Maybe you could get through it. It was just a plane, right? People fly all the time. 

Airports don’t freak you out. Boarding the plane doesn’t freak you out. It’s the actual taking flight part that you don’t like. And then also the part where you land without any warning. Sure, they tell you when they say “Prepare for landing,” but it’s always another twenty or thirty minutes of agony after that while you wait. 

The two of you sit down, you’re in the window seat because Calum didn’t want you to have to sit next to a stranger. You were grateful for that at least, so if you did end up freaking out, you wouldn’t bother them. 

Your leg taps anxiously against the floor. You’d brought a backpack with a blanket, a neck pillow, and some noise-canceling headphones. But you told yourself that this time would be different. 

“I’m ready to be able to do close to nothing for the next two weeks.” Calum sighs, leaning his head back against his seat.

“You know for the first couple of days you’re going to have to make time to see everyone you haven’t.” You roll your eyes, that was a part he’d told you that he loved but also wasn’t his favorite sometimes.

“Yeah, but this time it won’t be as hard because they’ll get to meet my gorgeous girlfriend and all of the attention will be on you.” Cal’s head rolls to the side, so he’s resting on your shoulder now. 

“Oh, please.”

People are still filing into the plane, so you absentmindedly fiddle with Calum’s hands. He says something occasionally if someone passes with a shirt on or something that he likes. You’re dreading the announcement that you know is coming.

“Alright passengers, it looks like we’ve got a full plane today. Sit back, relax, and make sure to keep your seatbelts fastened.” You hear the door seal shut as the pilot continues to ramble about the flight time and the estimated time of arrival. 

Your hands find the seatbelt that you’d fastened as soon as you sat down, but now you needed to make sure. You pulled it tighter. Your hands were already getting clammy. The plane lurches forward as we get in line behind a couple of others to wait for takeoff. You watch as the plane in front turns and then picks up speed. Before you know it, it’s off the ground and zipping away.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes for a second and think. Sure, this thing is a death trap if it goes down, but that doesn’t happen that often, right? 

“You okay baby?” Calum’s voice makes you open your eyes, and you nod. 

“Yeah, just ready to get there already.” You chuckle so he doesn’t see right through you, and it seems to work.

You keep your eyes glued to the window as you watch the planes ahead take off. When you can’t see it anymore, you know that you’re next. Both of your knees are bouncing, and you’re gripping the armrests until your knuckles turn white.

“Are you sure, Y/N? You look pale.” Calum’s eyebrows furrow with worry, and he sits up a little bit to get a good look at you.

“Yeah I’m,” The engines of the plane roar and you glance to the window. You’re turning onto the runway,” No actually, I’m terrified of planes and flying, and I should’ve mentioned something before now, but I didn’t want you to-”

Calum stops you by placing a finger to your lips. “It’s alright, I promise.”

He takes both hands into yours, and you lean your head back against the seat. The panic is sitting in your chest like a rock, but he continues to talk. “I’m right here. This is the scariest part, and it’s almost over, okay? Is there anything I can do for you?” 

“It’s loud. I-I have headphones in my bag.” You stutter a little bit, trying to keep actual tears from falling down your face. Calum bends to reach for your bag at your feet. After a brief moment of digging, he pulled out your headphones and secured them over your ears. Immediately all sounds are muffled, but you can tell that the plane is really picking up speed. 

Calum lifts the armrest between you two and pulls you into him. He takes the blanket from your bag and spreads it over the both of you. Calum knows you won’t be able to hear him very well, so he keeps physical contact with you. Your body is shaking in his arms, and he feels terrible that he wasn’t more prepared. 

He feels his own stomach drop with the plane finally lifts off the ground. Your hands instantly grab his and squeeze tight. You feel bad that he has to put up with all of this. 

Calum is relieved when he feels your heart rate slow down about an hour after takeoff. You lift one side of the headphones off so you can gauge the noise level and decide that you can leave one off. Calum orders you water, and it makes you feel a lot better. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mention this before. I had told myself that it’d be fine and I could handle it for one flight and then I panicked.” You play with your own fingers, and he shakes his head. 

“No need to apologize. Believe it or not, I was the same way when we left Australia for the first time. I never thought the plane ride would end. I was miserable.” Calum cracks a smile, and you laugh too.

“I don’t know if I believe it. You might be trying to make me feel better.” You squint your eyes at him in a teasing manner, and he rolls his eyes. 

“Either way, it worked.” Calum leans over and presses a warm kiss to your cheek.

Calum is so sweet and so patient for the rest of the flight. He makes sure you always have water, and he occasionally asks if you’re doing okay. Calum tries not to ask too often, so he doesn’t make you overthink it. He never complains when your instincts make you suddenly grip his arm as you hit some turbulence. 

It’s a fifteen-hour flight, and around the halfway mark you fall asleep. You were reluctant when you felt your eyes get heavy, but eventually, you couldn’t control it anymore. Besides, it was going to be 7 am when you landed, which meant you really needed the sleep.

Calum didn’t want to sleep in case you woke up and needed something, but after about an hour you started snoring softly, and he figured you’d be out for a while.

You’re both woken up to the sound of an announcement. “Goodmorning everyone. We’ll land at 6:45 am local time in Sydney. The weather forecast today is bright sunny skies. We hope you enjoyed your flight, and we’ll see you next time. Flight attendants prepare for landing.” 

You watch the hostesses walk up and down the aisle to check the overhead bins and pick up any remaining trash. You fold up your blanket and stuff it back into your backpack. Calum rubs gentle circles on the back of your hand when you finally feel ready to be still. 

“You got this baby. I’m right here.” He whispers before he places the headphone back where it goes. You snuggle into him and try to wait patiently. You never liked how long this took. 

Your eyes squeeze shut as tight as they possibly can when the plane initially hits the ground and then bounces until it skids to a top. Your breathing is heavy again, and Calum might have a bruise on his hand later, but it’s okay. As long as he can help you feel comfortable, that’s what he wants to do. 

It doesn’t take long for people to start exiting the plane, but the two of you stay right where you are. Calum waits for you to open your eyes, and when he does, he has the biggest smile on his face. You remove your headphones and fold them up to put them in your bag.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.” 

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you so much, Cal. I love you.” You lean in and give him a quick kiss.

“I love you more.” He places one more kiss on your forehead before he helps you up and says, “Welcome to Australia.”

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modern au Again! sensory overload. wc 1373, ao3 mirror

Maybe it was a mistake for them to wait for Bluhen at the store instead of at home.

Herrscher had not brought his noise cancellers, as he had thought he might need to hear people (bluhen) in a situation like this. He quickly regretted it.

There were so many people. Richter at the very least seemed bothered by it as well, but he isn't showing any visible signs of being overwhelmed. (he had a day job, of course he's better about peopleーor at least better at hiding if he isn't.) They were all noisy and their voices were grating but they wanted to talk to him and sell him things and there was too much. Richter dispelled all of them with his firm authoritative air and a few choice words. It could be worse. For once, being around Richter was making things better. So why was he still so overwhelmed?

He feels he's being silly. He should calm down. They were just sitting at a bench in a mall. That's not a big deal. It shouldn't be a big deal. He closes his eyes and focuses on taking deep breaths.

He can't seem to stop it, though. He knows he's shaking, but not much else. The lights are too bright and his breath is too short and it’s too loud. Why didn't he bring his headphones? Why didn't he bring hisー

He hears someone talking near him, though he’s not sure who. It’s not a voice he recognizes. Soon after, someone’s hand is on him. His first instinct is to hit them in his panicked state, but they catch his wrist in their hand as if they knew he’d try that. He lifts his head up from staring holes into the floor to see that it’s Richter. He’s fairly certain this is closer than he’s been in ages.

It's only a moment before he's settled closer to him. He wraps his arm around Herrscher’s shoulder, and in this moment, Herrscher can't bring himself to care enough to resist the urge to bury his head in the other's chest. Richter feels warm and comfortable. He feels safe. His other arm joins and pulls him into an embrace.

The voice from before is making itself known again. He still can't focus on it enough to make it out. He feels the hum of Richter’s voice in his chest, though.

“Leave us alone. We're fine. We don't need anyone patronizing us.”

...Were they insulting him…? Richter’s tone is annoyed. He must be causing a scene. Ah, how terrible. The voice is too noisy. He doesn't like it. He wishes they'd stop talking.

“I told you, weー” Richter is interrupted, and at the same time Herrscher feels someone touch his back. He hates it, but he doesn't have time to react more than a jolt before Richter's yanked their hand away from him.

“Do you think this is a joke? Get out of my fucking sight before I make you regret ever stepping into it.” Richter’s voice is dark and deep. Herrscher feels deja vu, but his mind is too chaotic to gather why. He doesn't hear the voice again. (he didn’t know richter still swore.)

Richter gently pets his hair, tilting Herrscher’s head just enough that he can speak clearly. “Let's go somewhere else. Are you okay to get up?”

Perhaps if Herrscher’s mind was in the right place, he'd question Richter's sudden kindness. But it isn't, and he simply nods, not letting go of Richter's shirt.

He's not sure where they end up. He knows that it's quieter, though, and Richter lets him be held again when they get there. It takes a long time before his iron grip on the other's shirt lets up, and longer before the lights stop feeling like fire.

When they do, and Herrscher can think again, he slowly removes himself from Richter's embrace. He feels… very stupid. He should've known he wouldn't be able to handle it. And now Richter had to save him. How pathetic.

...It wasn't good to think of his meltdowns that way. He knows this, and tries to remind himself of it. (imagines bluhen telling him, and feels guilty enough to take the advice.)

Richter has yet to speak. Herrscher decides, for once, that he'll take initiative.

“Why did you do that?”

Richter takes a breath. After a long pause, he says, “I'm the oldest. I should take care of you both. It's my responsibility.”

“The threatening wasn't necessary.”

Richter avoids his gaze. “...I didn't like how they were talking about you.”

Herrscher feels more confused by the second. He thought Richter still hated his guts. Maybe he still did. Was this what he meant by putting aside their differences…?

His thoughts are interrupted by Richter sighing. “...Just because we've… drifted further apart… It doesn’t mean you're not still my brother.”

Herrscher isn't sure what to say.

He settles on “Of course.”

Because he doesn't know what he thinks. What he's supposed to think. For years, it's felt like Richterーand, truthfully, everyone except Bluhenーhated him. Like they all looked down on him with disdain simply because he couldn't be a perfect pure child like Richter, or happy and outgoing like Bluhen. But now, when Richter protected him like he always had before, a clear sign of true caring and compassionー

What was he supposed to think?

“Are you alright now?” asks Richter.

Herrscher nods. Richter at least seems satisfied with that.

...Oh, he remembers now. Why Richter’s tone felt so familiar.

He's done this before. He always has been the one who could handle himself in public best. (as long as no one touched him or his things.)

There was a time, he remembered, now, before they had found out that Bluhen does poorly with lots of noise, and Richter's hair and temper were shorter. (though he couldn't remember where they actually were. a mall, like this one…? no, a restaurant?) Bluhen had begun stuttering, and they both had noticed him becoming visibly more anxious, but neither of them had known he wouldn't be able to handle it.

They quickly realized once Bluhen crumpled to the floor under the table with his hands over his ears. He had started crying, whimpering despite trying his best to keep quiet. They both instantly recognized it, and Richter flocked to him to try to help. Herrscher, however, in a way he still hates about himself, had frozen, unable to do anything he was thinking of. Bluhen was attracting attention. They had expected thisーit almost always happened.

This time, though… Richter had taken Bluhen into his arms to muffle the noise and soothe him. It only made all of them look even more odd, but Richter didn't seem to care at all. Someone had approachedーtheir voice in that tone that Herrscher hates so much. He doesn't remember what they said, nor what Richter had shot back, but he remembers the same glare he had a moment ago.

He had always been protective of them.

After a moment, Bluhen can stand up again, and Richter takes him somewhere quiet. (he stays in richter’s arms, though, and once they settle down goes right back to crying into his chest again.) Richter is so patient. He shushes Bluhen as he strokes his hair, and keeps him close until he calms down. Herrscher finds himself frustrated wishing he could be as helpful.

But it couldn't be helped, could it? Herrscher was an unhelpful person. (unnecessary. unneeded.)

“I'll tell Bluhen what happened. You left your headphones at his home, yes?”

Herrscher nods subtly. They wouldn't usually be there, but they had come here from Bluhen’s home. (he had said to go on without him, because he still needed to get ready and didn't want to keep them waiting. he hadn't seemed to realize that both of them were completely out of their elements in a place like this without him.)

“Alright. I'll ask him to bring them if he's still there.”

Herrscher feels not quite real. “...Thank you.”

Richter blinks. He almost seems to not know how to respond, before he follows with an “It's nothing.”

It almost certainly wasn’t nothing. Herrscher had a lot to think about. He already wanted to go home.

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Writing Your Story: Chap. 10 - You Should’ve Listen to Me

Summary: Sam and Dean get a lead on Jack, the Nephilim and go in search of him. Raelyn tries to convince them to not go or to take her along since she knows everything that will happen. Raelyn and Dean get into a major fight and then the brothers end up missing.   Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel and Raelyn Nichols (OFC) Pairing: Dean X Raelyn (OFC) Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 2950 A/N: As you can tell this is from the “Wayward Sisters” episode with Raelyn added into it. As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

“Have you heard from Cas at all?” Dean asked as the three of them were sitting in the library. It had been a few weeks since Raelyn and Dean had run into Raymond in Chicago and Raelyn had been pushing herself looking for a way to kill him. The brothers had been splitting their time between looking for Jack and helping Raelyn. She glanced up from the book she was reading watching Dean leaving another voicemail for Patience Turner, a teenage psychic they had met months back. “He said he was working a lead in Tucson on Jack. He calls in like every other day.” Sam said frustrated. Dean groaned as he plopped down in his chair. “I just want a break in something rather that is finding the kid or how to kill the hybrid.” As if the universe had been listening to him, Sam’s phone rang. He put it on speaker, “Jody, what’s going on?” Sheriff Jody Mills was a friend of the brothers and fellow hunter in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. “Hi boys, I think I may have a lead on your missing kid.” Raelyn put her book down as Sam and Dean listened intently to Jody. She tells them of a man whose eyes were burnt out in Bismarck, North Dakota. “I just sent you a picture of the description the wife gave. Is that you kid?” Dean’s eyes lit up, “Sure is. Thanks Jody.” Dean got up out of his seat heading towards his room as Sam and Jody chatted some more.

Raelyn was having the feeling of déjà vu again, but different than from her nightmares. When it hit her as to why she quickly got up and rushed to Dean’s room. He was packing his duffel bag with clothes as she barged in. “Don’t go.” She said slightly out of breath. Dean looked up her confused, “Why not? We finally got a lead on the kid after months of jack with a side of squat.” He continued to pack his bag as she tried to figure out a way to convince him to stay. “Dean, this is exactly how my next Supernatural novel starts. I know what is going to happen.” Dean stopped for a moment setting the clothes he had in hands on top of his bag. He walked over to her running his hands down her arms gently. “Nothing is set in stone. Sam and I have proved repeatedly that we make our own destinies. What you saw, what you wrote may not happen. I can’t let this lead on Jack go. Sam and I have to follow it and I know that scares you.” Raelyn sighed nodding. “Dean, I don’t know… what I would…” He pulled her into his arms wrapping them around her. “Raelyn, I promise you we will come back. We always come back. When I get back you and I are going to have the redo date, okay?” She looked up at him and nodded as he leaned down gently pressing his soft lips against hers.

Raelyn watched as Sam and Dean drove off in the Impala. She walked back to her room and tried to focus on finishing her newest set of rewrites from her publisher. After a few hours of struggling to work on her manuscript she decided to go down to the shooting range and let off some steam. As soon as they came back from Chicago, Dean started training her how to handle guns, knives and to fight. He wanted her to be able to protect herself though he always reassured her that she would not need to because he would always be there. She put on her noise cancelling headphones and picked up the Glock 19 loading the clip into it. She took the safety off and aimed down at the target. The first few shots she missed the target but the next few after she hit center mass.

She felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket and quickly switched the safety back on. She set it down and picked up her phone. “Hey Sam.” She heard Dean ordering food in the background. “Hey Raelyn, we are stopping for the night in Sioux Falls. Just wanted to see how you were doing.” She chuckled as she unloaded the clip in her gun and set it back in its case. “I’m alright. Just spent some time down in the range since I got frustrated at my manuscript.” Sam snickered, “Please don’t tell me you shot at your manuscript.” She heard Dean in the back saying, “She what? Sammy, give me the phone.” She listened to them bicker and laughed as Dean wrestled the phone out of Sam’s hand. “Sweetheart, I know you have struggled with your writing but no reason to shoot at it.” She was laughing even harder now. “I wasn’t shoot at my manuscript. I was shooting at targets, but now that you mention it I wouldn’t mind shooting my manuscript.” Dean started laughing now. “Don’t shoot your manuscript. So, how’d you do with the target?” She pulled the target sheet forward so she could see it better, “Four solid shots center mass.” Raelyn could just see the proud smile on his face when he spoke, “That’s my girl! Raelyn, we have to go but I will chat with you later, okay?” She said goodbye and pulled the target sheet off.

She walked into Dean’s room and taped it to his wall circling her best shots. As she was about to leave she saw his closet door open. She looked inside and saw his flannels hanging up. He had a red and black buffalo pattern flannel that was her favorite that was hanging up. She took it off the hanger and slipped her arms in the sleeves and brought the collar up to her nose. Even though it was clean it still smelled like Dean. She kept the shirt on as she turned off his light and closed his door walking across the hall to her room. About an hour later Dean Facetime her as she was in bed writing in her journal. “Hey pretty boy all settled in?” she asked setting her phone up on its stand as she continued writing. “Yeah, all cozy at The Falls Motel. Raelyn, are you wearing my shirt?” Dean chuckled as she felt her face heat up. “Uh, maybe…” she said looking over at her phone to see Dean biting his bottom lip. “Hmm, looks much better on you than on me.” Raelyn rolled her eyes, “I beg to differ. What’s the plan to find Jack?” Dean explained what their plans were for the next day and Raelyn settled under her blanket listening to him talk. His husky baritone voice lulled her to sleep and the next thing she knew it was the next morning. She checked her phone seeing a goodnight text from Dean and decided to leave him be since she knew he would be working throughout most of the day.

For most of the day she was able to focus on her manuscript with only a few interruptions. Sam had texted her letting her know they found Jack and would call later with everything that happened. Around midnight, Raelyn was starting to get tired and she still had not heard from Sam or Dean. She texted them both and called Dean with no answers. She knew if Dean would sometimes Facetime her in the wee hours of the morning so she decided to go to sleep and put her phone ringer on loud. She woke up the next morning and checked her phone to see nothing from Sam and Dean. Trying to keep calm she decided to take a shower and eat breakfast before trying them again. She paced around the bunker waiting for them to call her. Finally, around five o’clock in the evening, Raelyn went into Dean’s room and looked for anything with Jody’s phone number in it. She found an old address book with her number and called her.

“Sheriff Jody Mills.” She answered. “Sheriff Mills, my name is Raelyn Nichols…” before she could get anything else out Jody spoke, “Raelyn! I’m so glad you called. Dean told us all about you when he was here. Have you heard from him or Sam recently?” Raelyn sat on Dean’s bed her knees suddenly weak. “No, that is why I was calling. I was hoping you had heard from them.” Jody sighed, “Not for a few days. Look, one of the girls I looked after, Claire Novak, is on her way here to help us look for Sam and Dean. Just stay at the bunker and I will call you as soon as I know anything.” Raelyn stood up walking into her room. “No, I’m coming up there. I can be of help.” She heard Jody chuckle, “Dean said you could be stubborn. Seriously, we have a whole group of hunters up here to look for Sam and Dean. I will save your phone number and you have my word I will call you with any information.” Raelyn sighed defeatedly. “Okay. The moment you know of anything…” Jody reassured her she would be the first person she called. Now Raelyn laid on her bed panic filling her entire body. That night she tossed and turned afraid to go to sleep in case she would miss a call from the boys or Jody. In the back of her mind she thought maybe Raymond could have something to deal with this but somehow, she knew he did not. It was well past four in the morning when she finally fell asleep.

The next couple of days were torture for Raelyn as she had not heard anything from Sam and Dean or Jody. She was getting ready to say screw it and drive up to Sioux Falls when her phone rang showing Dean’s number. “Dean?!” she answered. “I’m so sorry Raelyn.” Was all he said and she felt tears spring up. “You should’ve listen to me! What happened? Are you okay? Did you find Jack?” she was rambling. “I know, you’re right I should have listened to you. Sam and I will explain everything once we are back to the bunker. We are getting ready to leave Jody’s now. Just so you know, I told her not to call you when they found us. I wanted to call you myself so you could hear my voice and know I am okay.” Raelyn let out the sob she had been holding in. She tried to calm herself down but a few days’ worth of stress and panic was now flowing from her eyes. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. We will be home soon I promise and you can kick my ass as soon as I get there.” She let out a small laugh, “You better believe it that I’m going to kick your ass. Be safe coming home.” Raelyn sighed a breath of relief after hanging up the phone with Dean.

When Sam and Dean got home, things were different with them. They both were a little more defeated especially Sam. He was staying in his room a lot more and sleeping throughout the morning. One morning as Dean was making pancakes Sam came walking in with someone on speaker phone. “Donna, tell Dean what you just told me.” Dean listened as Sheriff Donna Hanscum explained how her niece had gone missing and she needed help. “Donna send us the info and we’ll be there.” Dean said as Sam ended the call. Sam went back to his room as Dean sat down next to Raelyn. “I know it’s only been a week since we went to an alternate reality, but Donna is family.” Raelyn held her hand up, “Say no more, you need to go and help her. I will be fine. Just check in with me.” Dean kissed the top of her head, “Thank you for understanding.” She nodded as he left the kitchen. She said goodbye to them in the library as she worked on her research on Raymond. Dean checked in with Raelyn everyday he was gone.

About a week after they returned, Dean came into Raelyn’s room one afternoon as she was looking over her convention schedule coming up for the next year. “Hey, do you have a moment to talk?” he asked. She looked up from her laptop and nodded. Dean sat down on her bed, “I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date this Saturday night?” Raelyn smirked as she leaned back in her chair, “Would this be our redo date?” He chuckled, “Yeah it could be our redo date, but also, I know Valentine’s Day was kind of a bust so I would like to make that up to you as well.” Raelyn started laughing as Dean nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “A bust? You were under a love potion spell and obsessed with a skinny witch.” Dean let out a groan as his head hung low. “Well at least I didn’t marry her unlike Sam who ended up marrying super fan Becky.” Raelyn doubled over laughing remembering when she read that in the Supernatural novel. “Alright pretty boy, we can go out on a date on Saturday.” The bright smile on Dean’s face melted Raelyn’s heart. “Awesome! Be ready at six o’clock.” Raelyn nodded as she turned back around to her laptop. She heard Dean shout out a loud yes as he walked through the hallway causing her to giggle.

Late Saturday afternoon, Raelyn started getting ready for her date with Dean. Not knowing what they were doing she decided on a simple pair of skinny jeans with her knee-high boots. She wore a simple olive-green blouse and pinned back her wavy curls so they were over her right shoulder. She decided not to wear any make-up except for a bit of lip gloss. She grabbed a black sweater as she heard Dean knock on her door. She opened it to see him holding flowers, “Miss Nichols, for you.” She took the variety of carnations, daisies and pink roses. “Thank you, Mr. Winchester. I need to find a vase for these and put them in water before we leave.” Dean followed her to the kitchen where she found a container large enough for the flowers that would work until she bought a vase. As she put them on the table in the library Dean held out his arm to her. “You look beautiful tonight.” She blushed giving him a once over, “Not too bad yourself, pretty boy.” Dean was wearing his black jeans with a white under shirt and a dark maroon button-down shirt. However, it was his shoes that she noticed the most. “Dean, are you wearing Converse?” He looked down at his traditional black Converse and wiggled his foot. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about with them. You are always talking about how amazing they are so I went and got a pair today.” She pushed up on her toes and kissed his cheek. He smiled down at her, “I guess you approve then.” She nodded as they walked to the garage.

Dean took her to a nice Italian restaurant and then a late showing of Raelyn’s favorite horror movie in a local theater. They were walking back to the car after the movie holding hands and laughing about the movie. “Nothing says romance like Michael Meyers killing people.” Dean said as she laughed. “Hey, we could have seen that Fifty Shades movie because you know hardcore sex is so romantic.” Dean’s face perked up, “Yeah, I would have never made it through that movie. Really, hardcore sex?” Raelyn nodded, “Eh, for the most part. It’s an erotic novel that has sold billions of copies.” Dean hummed his response and as they reach the Impala he opened the door for her. She knew he was curious if she had read the books and just did not want to ask her. “Yes Dean, I have read erotic novels before. Several of them actually.” His traditional Winchester smirk came across his face. “Hmm, good to know.” She chuckled as she got into the car. Raelyn slid over next to Dean in the Impala as he drove back towards the bunker. She was resting her head on his shoulder as his hand was on her thigh. He drove past the exit for the bunker and Raelyn lifted her head. “Where are we going?” Dean smiled, “You’ll see.”

Dean made a few more turns and was driving down a gravel road into an open field. He shut off the car and helped her out of it. He shrugged off his jacket placing it over her shoulders, “Wait here for just a second.” She nodded as he went to the trunk. She looked up seeing an amazing display of stars. She slipped her arms into the sleeves of his jacket and she heard Dean shut the trunk. She smiled when she watched him lay out a blanket for them in front of the Impala. Raelyn sat down first and Dean sat behind her with his legs on either side of her. Raelyn leaned her back against him and he wrapped his arms around her waist. They spent several minutes silently staring up into the night sky watching the stars shining bright. “So, how was my redo date? Did it make up for the worst date ever?” Raelyn looked over to him nodding happily. “Definitely. This has been the perfect date, Dean.” He leaned down and gently kissed her. “Good.” He said and looked back up at the stars.  

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