#i am fully engrossed in everything they do i am in love with them i want to wear both their tshirts at once idec i love love

[nongnaos]

You mean to tell me they slept in the tshirt the other was wearing the night before? Peak romance

[kaerinio]

@messanique sent a super sweet thing and i'm crying: You always make my day brighter Luxx !! I love having you on my dash and interacting with you; you nourish my Dany love and keep reminding me why she's so special to me (while also developing her more completely and interestingly than the main books do). Also you are just !! The sweetest, kindest person ! You are always positive and passionate, and it is infectious. I hope 2024 treats you well and gently 💕💕💕

don't mind me, i'm just sitting here with tears in my eyes because this is honestly one of the sweetest things in the entire world! emily, i am so incredibly HONORED!!! 🥺🥺 and also, YOU NOURISH MY DANY LOVE, TOO??? she's our babygirl! 😭 and the fact that we can get so in-depth about her, the targaryens, their dynamics, and their would-be dynamics if rhaella and rhaegar survived is so special to me. everything involving you IS SO SPECIAL TO ME, OKAY! you bring such vibrance to every single muse you write that absolutely draws me in. i could go on and on for all eternity about just how much i admire how reflective you are when it comes to every single facet of your muses. you have this immense talent and spectacular ability to place us all in every single thing you write! and i am being so for real because !!!! THE WAY I CAN *SEE* EVERYTHING YOU DESCRIBE!! THE WAY I CAN *FEEL* EVERYTHING! ALL THE SENSATIONS ARE IN THE ROOM. but also, YOU, EMILY, ARE JUST ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!! i need you to know that every single time i see you on the dash, i smile! 🥺 and every single time we chat, my heart warms!! your presence is a gift, and it is one that i am going to cherish forever and ever!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

AND ALSO, I HOPE THAT 2K24 IS FILLED WITH ALL THE MOST AMAZING THINGS!! ALL THE JOY, ALL THE OPPORTUNITY, ALL THE PROSPERITY!! you deserve all the good!!💖💖

[obvious-captain-rogers]

I've never been onboard with the "Ted as a father figure for Jamie" thing, but I am fully all for Beard as a weird uncle figure to him. I think that particularly after Man City and Beard After Dark, Beard would have a whole different understanding of what Jamie was coming from and could relate a lot more than Ted can. We need more Uncle Beard, getting Jamie away from his shitty father, recommending new books that Jamie should read, etc. Jamie waiting for Roy after a meeting runs late and Roy comes into the office to find Beard with his feet on the desk and Jamie lounging on the floor at the side both engrossed in a book, Jamie occasionally lifting the book to point out a word hes not sure of for Beard to define for him

Yes to all of this!!!

Just from the limited info we get about Beard's backstory, I fully believe that he didn't have a good childhood/home life so when he sees James, it fully engages his fight or flight response and everything he does is because he knows what it's like to be scared of a parent so he steps in to do what he would have wanted someone to do for him as a kid (yes, I know Jamie is not a child and Beard is fully aware of that but Jamie still looks so small and young in that scene in Man City)

Also just the fact that Beard has a much more grounded and realistic outlook on life that is more in-line with Jamie's own perspective rather than Ted's forceful optimism which seems to grate on Jamie in certain moments

The visual of Jamie sitting on the floor with his back propped up against the side of Beard's chair so he can just lift the book over his head with his finger on the word he doesn't know is just too good!!! He wants to learn and Beard is more than happy to glance over, tell him whatever it is he wants to know, and then let the two of them settle back into reading. Roy thinks it's super weird how well they get along but he also sort of loves it bc sometimes he can't keep up with Jamie's reading (Roy loves trashy thrillers and romance novels you cannot tell me otherwise) and having someone there that can is actually really nice

One day I will write the Beard and Jamie manifesto where I get to explore the funky little relationship I wish they'd gotten to have!

[mercury2venus]

CHAPTER 6

ARCHETYPE

MDNI. hehe they getting freaky again.

I readjusted the dark shades on my face. Currently Kyle had me front row at a fashion show. I’ve never been to one out of the country let alone PARIS! I searched the crowd for him and began to get nervous. He didn’t leave me here, right ? Of course not he wouldn’t do that. I wasn’t too good with French and didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of anyone here. But a woman next to me sensed my anxiety and turned to me with a smile

“ First show ? “ she asked. She had an American accent, thank God.

“ Yeah, it is.” I laughed

Her eyes searched my face and suddenly a wave of recognition rolled in

“ You're here with Kyle right ?

My eyes widened for a split second, before returning to its neutral state

How the fuck did she know that and how close are they for them to be on a first name basis

“ I mean this is his show after all, everyone is here for him “ she went on

She continued to ramble as I started thinking.

I never even thought of the women Kyle has been with or if I am his only woman. We never discussed exclusivity. Suddenly I felt a bit nauseous. Was he playing in my face ? Am I in a crowd full of his lovers ?

And what the hell does she mean by his show? He seemed to have left that part out.

Before I could ask any questions, the lights dimmed and the show started. The fashion lover in me was on full display. I was fully engrossed in everything. I pushed my shades back up and fixed posture while the models walked out. I couldn’t get caught looking crazy.

Each design was more fabulous than the last, I was reminded at that moment again who this man was. Kyle Alexander literally called the Michelangelo of Fashion.

His mentors were Giorgio Armani and Dapper Dan himself. Kyle was still an enigma to me, I still didn’t know that much about him.

As the girls were walking the runway the same woman next to me turned my way again

“ It's funny you’re literally the archetype in his mind.”

“ How exactly do you know all of this ? “ I asked with an attitude. This lady was working my last nerve

“ Girl Kyle tells me everything ! “

Oh absolutely the fuck not.

I furrowed my brows and asked what she meant by that. The woman simply shook her head and giggled. She then got up and left to go wherever.

By the time the show was over I was amazed inspired and instilled with a new sense of anxiety. I used my pass to get to the back where I found Kyle looking beyond stressed.

Okay so I’ll wait on knocking this green eyed nigga’s spleen loose. I thought

Kyle noticed me and gave his usual charming smile but, quickly stopped once he took in my face and stance

“ Are you okay Mecca ?”

“ Yea just a little taken back, why didn’t you tell me this was your show “ I asked

“I wanted it to be a surprise, he laughed “ so did you like the show “

“ I loved it but you could’ve told me it was yours, what if they see us together. “ I questioned

“ guess they’ll finally catch a picture of me then. “

He looked at my concerned face “ Relax Mecca we’re fine “

I let out a breath and mumbled an okay.

“ Am I the only woman you’re sleeping with Kyle” I asked. The lady from earlier was still bugging me.

“Yes you are and you’re the only woman I’m interested in. Trust me I don’t want anyone else.” He stared at me with a look I couldn’t place.

I guess that’s the best answer I was going to get for right now.

Kyle showed me around Paris as if it was his second home.

Now we sat in this back of this 5 star restaurant making casual convo. I was retelling a story of when I met the members of Jodeci during my time at Vibe magazine

“ They were loud as hell except DeVantè. He was more reserved but it was after his accident, I’m glad I left an impression because years later I was able to interview him and that’s what really got me my start. “

Kyle soaked in every word I said, laughing at my corny jokes and rubbing my knee when I got emotional

“I’m sure your mother is proud of you, Mecca.” He smiled

“ how are you so sure” I whispered

“That’s how mothers are. My mother has always told me she was proud of me even before I was born, I’ve taken that with me throughout life since.” He spoke to me. He was right, my mother definitely would be proud. For the the first time in years I felt like I was enough.

I’ve been chasing after my mother’s approval since her death. It’s like I forgot how she was during her life. She was proud of me no matter what, so why wouldn’t it live on after she’s left this earth?

“This has been the best time of my life “i said. “Thank you for bringing me with you you really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted you to come”, he said to me

“I know but you still didn’t have to. For the first time in a very long time I’m happy. So thank you Kyle. Thank you for helping me find a part of myself again”

I didn’t realize I was crying till Kyle was wiping my tears.

��You’re welcome my love, thank you for allowing me to help you. “

I leaned in and gave him a kiss.

He grabbed my face and deepened it, after a few beats I was left breathless

With our foreheads touching he spoke lowly

Let’s go back. Hm ?

The ride was full of thick tension. I sat across from Kyle , his gaze traveled up my legs to my face. I swear the look in his eyes was going to melt my panties clean off. The partition was up and our driver, whose name I found out was Anthony, was solely focused on getting us back to the hotel.

“ I think we should take advantage of the traffic. I spoke softly

Kyle gestured for me to come here. I moved towards his lap and giggled. He pulled me towards his lips as his fingers found their way up my dress and into my panties

“ Please, Ky.” I whispered.

He began to kiss on my neck, his slender fingers slipped into my wetness.

I let out a moan asking him to go faster. I felt him speed up while my eyes crossed

My orgasm was getting closer and closer till he pulled his fingers out. I brought them to my mouth and licked them clean. Kyle let out a groan.

“ you’re different today” he chuckled

“ I guess I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you” I bit my lip. “Let me ride it, please daddy

“ We'll be back at the hotel soon Mecca, can you wait for me darling ?” He asked me.

“No. I can’t “ I whined. Kyle shook his head and smiled “ you can be such a brat at times.” I rubbed my hands against his bulge and began to do his pants.

“ I’ll be quick baby” I promised. Kyle smirked and told me to go ahead. I pulled his dick out and raised my body a little then eased down on it. Kyle hissed as I hung my mouth open. “ Mmm I missed this dick baby oh fuck” I kept an up and down motion as I balanced on my feet. Kyle gripped my ass guiding me along his length. “ keep riding me just like that. He threw his head back. I noticed his eyes fluttering shut so I took the opportunity to get close to his ear “ you love this pussy don’t you baby “ I moaned.

“ talk to me daddy, I need to hear you.” I put one of my hands around his throat

That got his attention

“ fuck yes, shit. Chill out Mecca before I cum too quick. “ he grunted. I licked my hand and began to pump him as I rode him slow. I’d switch from my pussy back to my hand and sometimes both, begging for Kyle to cum for me if he was serious about me.

“ if this really your pussy you’d do what I say and cum for me” I pumped faster then quickly removed it dropping my ass down. Shit I was going to make myself cum any minute now.

“ stop playing with me Mecca” Kyle's voice faltered and I knew he was getting close.

“ we’re almost at the hotel Kyle, you gonna listen to Mama ?” I asked sweetly

Kyle’ s resolve snapped. At that moment he grabbed my hands and locked them behind my back. He pushed himself all the way inside and dug me out with no hesitation.

“ what’s all that shit you were saying now, you know this is mine. Now take this dick like a good fuckin girl and I might let you cum tonight. “ he spoke harshly

I moaned for him to slow down but Kyle’s pace was relentless. He smacked my ass “ where you want this nut ? “

“Inside! inside! oh my god baby please nut in me—“

“ Mm fuck I love you so much Mecca”

record scratch.

…

Love ?

I felt Kyle fill me up with his warm cum, he took a finger and plugged back in the overflow. We sat back there catching our breaths.

Then we heard a light tap and a very chipper voice

“ Mr. Alexander, Miss Ali, we’ve arrived!”

Damn I forgot Anthony was there.

Taglist : @kaylalb @rawflwrs @rose-bliss @blyffe 

[soraviie]

tugging at his hair.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader  ━ navigation

━ about: angst, fluff, (themes of) smut, the holy trifecta  ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: may or may not have seen Yoongi's insta pic...may or may not be feeling very normal about it

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON: Atypically, your boyfriend was actually quite the whiny guy. Friday evening, time - 20:30. Thanks to some uncanny miracle, Namjoon was free this night and you’d been eager to soak up each other’s company. You sat largely silent, tucked into his side and openly staring, merely breathing an infrequent “yeah” and “no way” so he wouldn’t suspect you were not listening. Though you were not listening, catching the jumping cadence of his offended voice only with the tip of your ears. Far too engrossed in admiring the glowing shade of his skin and furiously working cheeks, you felt your mind slip. Never before have you thought that someone resting on the couch, passively aggressively minding on chips could make your heart bleed with love. But everything about Namjoon was soft and comfortable. 

Unwittingly, you zeroed in on the tuft of his hair, poking out from underneath his hoodie. Without fully registering, you trailed your fingers down the hood, pulling it down and proceeded to tug at the back of his hair. Namjoon’s cheeks froze and with mouth full, he glanced at your side. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Don’t know,” you shrugged. “You’re compelling like that.”

He returned back to the chips, completely unperturbed by the looks of it. 

“You need to condition them more,” noting absent-mindedly, you played with whatever strand called your fancy. He rolled his eyes, pinching your bare thigh. 

“Ow!

“You should be whispering sweet nothings in my ear,” he grumbled. “Confess how much you adore me, how hot I am.”

“Right,” you agreed, leaning into his expectant expression. “Your hair is also greasy as fuck. You should shower more.”

Violently, he hurled you into the decorative pillows scrunched from your combined weight, frowning at the easy laughter bubbling from your throat.

“I’m dating a bully,” he muttered bitterly, yet when you nosed at his neck, he craned it with no small amount of enthusiasm, playing with the hem of your shirt. 

“Sure are,” you purred. “Can I play with your greasy hair more? Pretty please?” His eyes lingered, firmly set on the playing movie, but you reckoned his neck did grow increasingly warmer. 

“You’ll do it no matter what I say.” 

“‘Cause you’ve never said “no” to me.”

At that, he heaved a tormented sigh. 

“True. I’m but a lowly servant of love.”

You chuckled, pushing the black hair away from his forehead, messing it up. After a moment, with a barely concealed grin, he offered:

“Maybe now I can card through your leg hair.”

“Not funny,” you glared at him but Namjoon merely sniggered further on. 

“A little funny.”

YOONGI: Your hand was practically aching as it laid listlessly by your side, partially sinking into the plush sofa of his studio. Fully drowned in work, he sat by the monitor, one hand coming to rest by his lips, the other - tinkering with the beat. And his hair - the hair - curled around him like a ring of halo. He drew a heavy sigh, reaching up to muss the chief objects of unease further. Yet you couldn’t just follow the delirious caprice. Yoongi was a guarded man, he liked his personal space and, despite how much you longed for it, you couldn’t just tug at his long hair. The relationship was still fresh and had to be trodden like a melting glacier - nice and easy. Crossing the itching arms over your stomach, you huffed in discontent. 

“What?” he suddenly hummed, and you recoiled, assuming he was blissfully ignorant of your lingering stare. 

“Nothing,” you replied, but his chair turned, a pair of disbelieving eyes falling your way.

“Just say it.”

“I want to tug at your hair,” the sentence practically rushed out as though your body was actively disregarding your own orders. 

“Why don’t you just do it?”

You nibbled with your fingers suddenly feeling rather foolish. 

“I want to be respectful,” you muttered underneath the nose, and a second later, you grasped what sound Yoongi was making. Laughing.

He was laughing at you.

Resting his forehead against the desk, you saw his shoulders wag in muffled glee. 

“You know,” he faced you, eyes twinkling in amusement. “Most couples grope each other the first chance they get.”

“Oh, shut it,” groaning, you sank into the sofa, only for all objections to wither into the ether once Yoongi lowered his head with a soft “come ‘ere”. 

Cautiously, fearing the dream could shatter at the moment’s passing, you made your way to where he sat and with bated breath curled your palm around his fluffy curls, giving them a tender yet generous pull. Something akin to instant relief flooded your system, making the tips of your fingers tingle. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Yoongi wondered, the curve of his smile suggesting he was barely holding himself back from teasing you into oblivion. You tugged at his hair once more, this time harder, and a prolonged moan left his lips, startling you both. 

“Not as much as you, it seems,” you smirked down at him, enjoying how his eyes flitted away from you, self-conscious red dusting his cheeks. 

“Just go for it next time,” he grumbled shyly, making no move to pull away. “Before you give yourself an IBS.”

JIN: He knew what you wanted by the frankly terrifying gleam hidden behind your eye. There was something entirely transfixed passing your expression as you stared at his head with steely determination. Ordinarily, Jin was content with your inexplicable obsession. Rather this than pulling at his cheeks, he reckoned, however, now…

“I won’t pry ________ off of me,” he whined, gazing into a mirror. Even to his completely normal and unscrambled brain, the permed curls resting atop his forehead seemed inviting. Fluffy. Moussed. Reasonably asking to be tugged. 

“Oh, what a torture,” Namjoon dragged aridly, perched in the corner, not unlike a sullen owl. “You have someone to go home to who loves to play with your hair. Poor you.”

Graciously ignoring the seeping sarcasm, JIn breathed a tormented sigh. 

“I know right.”

Namjoon merely rolled his eyes, returning back to his quiet moping. 

When Jin crossed the threshold, he found you immersed in laundry, folding it and turning to greet him home like always.

“Hello!” you exclaimed cheerfully. “How was your da-”

Frightfully, he swallowed. Your expression grew distant and in spite of his jerky movements, your attention never wavered from the top of his head. 

“May I eat at least?” he mewled weakly and you nodded just not before actually thinking about it. 

After eating in peace, the last one he’d get for the evening, Jin slowly trodded to the bedroom, shoulders hung low in premature defeat. On the other side of the door, you were waiting for him already, blinking expectantly from underneath the covers. After a prolonged groan, he obliged your whims and settled his head on your lap. To get it over with. 

Instantly, your fingers delved deep into his curls, tugging and twirling them to your heart’s strange desire. 

“How cute,” you gushed. “So fluffy!”

Jin closed his eyes, trying to suppress the blossoming smile. Perhaps, he didn’t entirely hate being coddled in such a fashion but you didn’t need to know that. Unbeknownst, to him, you were more than aware as, in spite of his efforts to mask the pleased grimace, he failed to conceal the ears burning bright red. 

HOSEOK: “Sorry,” he said, squirming and glancing to the side. “But no.”

Well, no was no and you just had to learn how to live with it. Every time your hand subconsciously reached to grasp a strand of his hair between your fingers, not really meaning anything good or bad, just doing so out of instinct, you reigned it back, forcing the treasonous hand to ultimately fall unused. It may or may not have taken you a whole year to timidly wonder aloud:

“Why don’t you like for me to touch your hair?” 

Hoseok was practically asleep - his voice came crackling from the other side of the bed. 

“It’s nothing personal,” he sighed, cracking one eye open, glancing at your demure expression through the dark. “It’s just…” then he fell silent. Only after a pregnant pause, one long enough for you to assume he’d succumbed to sleep, he casually brushed it off:

“It’s just a preference.”

He rolled on the side and the conversation ended there. 

“Hey, ______________!” Jimin greeted you brightly the second you took a step inside the partially hidden makeup studio. Being nearly four in the morning, filming’s end, sparsely anyone was present and even those few people didn’t bother acknowledging you through the haze of insomnia. 

“What are you doing here?” 

He smirked, all cheek as always. 

“Could ask the same for you. It’s really late.”

You shrugged, enjoying the distraction of easy chatter. 

“Couldn’t sleep. Supposed Hoseok would appreciate some company home.”

“Ah, dear ______________,” Jimin snaked a hand around your shoulder. “Geniuses think alike.”

“Oh no,” you laughed, scurrying away from his treacherous hold. “Don’t try to seduce me into being your fangirl. It won’t happen.”

What was with Jimin and his tenacious will to make himself your bias you did not know and you never quite asked either, although it provided plenty of icebreakers across the slew of accidental meetings. 

“Shame,” he drawled. “Maybe better though. Hoseok would kill me.”

To properly lament the wretched situation, Jimin sighed and reached to rake a hand through his hair. Hair that had been growing out and now sat shining with silver highlights. Unwittingly, your hand jolted by the side of your thigh. 

“You want to touch?” he offered, sporting a grin too devious for your peace of mind. You probably shouldn’t but what’s the big deal…It’s just hair…

Doors to the room sprang open with a great bang and you crossed gazes with Hoseok, instantly swallowing in guilt. With expression previously lax, now growing cloudy, he flitted between you and Jimin. 

“What’s going on?” with narrowed glare, he questioned, voice falling in a carefully curated tone which was, of course, far more menacing. 

“Just waiting for you superstar,” Jimin laughed thinly only to wither when placed underneath Hoseok’s chilling frown. “On second thought, I’ll get home on my lonesome. Goodbye!”

And without giving anyone the time to even blink, Jimin had already disappeared into thin air. No, he was definitely not winning any favours from you.  

The drive back home was spent in fraught silence, with Hoseok’s hands gripping the wheel so tight, every now and then it heaved a maltreated scream. Any minute soon the wrath bubbling underneath his skin would surge like pressurised water out of a geyser. However, Hoseok wasn’t a jealous person, even less when it came to the members. Both were trusted explicitly. Was it stress perhaps? 

Finally, he crumbled. 

“What is it with you and hair?” he sneered sharply. Straight away you bristled at the unspoken accusation. 

“Nothing. Better yet what’s with you? I can’t even talk to Jimin now?”

“You went to him with the one thing, I couldn’t give you,” he countered as the car surged with tension.

“I did not go to him!” you squalled in frustration. “Are you even hearing yourself?!”

“It’s our thing!”

“No, it’s mine! You hate -!”

“It’s because of my ex, okay?!”

An awkward silence settled in the space between you. Red light pooled through the windshield.

“She liked to play with my hair,” he explained, anger abating as it was quickly seized by contrite embarrassment. “And I was afraid that if you’d do it, I would unwillingly think of her. You deserve better than that.” 

You bit your lip to stop the growing smile, simply breathing: “I see.” Then - 

“However, how would I know what you’re thinking?”

He stared ahead, lips thinning identical to yours. 

“Probably wouldn’t,” he sighed. “But I’d feel at blame.”

You hummed and gazed outside the window, still battling the blossoming smile, though it was nothing compared to the warmth churning within your chest. A hand reached for yours and Hoseok guided your fingers towards his hair. It was finer than you realized but nice. It was Hoseok after all. 

“Are you thinking of her?” you gently pondered. 

“Not at all,” he whispered in a breathy voice, eyes briefly falling shut. “You’re the only one for me.”

JIMIN: Instead of happiness, his lips pursed into a thin line, gaze becoming evasive. 

“Thank you, but I’m too tired.”

“I’ll help you.”

“I…I’m not in the mood for sex either.”

“It’s not that,” you sighed forlornly, literally feeling him slip through the cracks of your fingers. “Just…get in, and I’ll take care of you,” in a smaller voice, you added. “Like you do of me.”

Standing in the cracked gap of the bathroom door, he contemplated for a second, before breathing a heavy exhale, one expressing the entire weight of the world. Water sloshed as he got in the bath you drew up, and the window soon was covered by a thick layer of condensation, the deep black night growing matted behind it. 

“You don’t have to do this,” he tossed over the bare shoulder, but you brushed his concerns away. 

“I want to.”

“If it's because what I said -”

“It’s not.”

“- then I was out of line.”

“You were not.”

“I take it back.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But -”

Every time he spoke, his head turned to steal a glimpse of you, perhaps entirely on instinct, the water doused you with a heavy wave, drenching the floor and dumping the rose petals out with it. You grasped his head between your palms, keeping him still at least long enough to apologize sans the pain of his scrutinising gaze. 

“I’m sorry,” you confessed, letting your forehead rest on the back of his neck. “I won’t ever let you feel like taken for granted.” 

He sat unmoving for a long time and you gasped shakily, trying to swallow the budding tears. Well, obviously you would self-sabotage the only good thing in your life. Only naturally at this point in life...

…but this was Jimin and it didn’t matter whether you tucked yourself away in a locked room or an ocean away, he’d extend you the same kindness you were so eager to return. Pulling your arms around his neck, he smiled, laying a tender kiss upon your trembling knuckles. 

“Nothing to forgive,” he muttered. “We were never in the wrong.”

You choked back a sob. Nonetheless, the night was still about him. 

“Right,” you sobered up, pushing him lower in the water. “Just try to relax.”

“Are you planning to kill me?” he teased tiredly. “Besides, it’s a bit difficult given that my cock is just…out here,” he gestured vaguely at his lower part and you chuckled thinly. 

“Nothing new to me. This is just…romantic.”

“Well, you certainly know the befitting aesthetic,” pointedly, he peered across the dozens of scent-free candles littered over every available surface of the bathroom and the pink petals now displayed haphazardly between the bath and the grey mat beside it. 

Pressing a handful of shampoo in his hair, you hissed with mock annoyance: “oh, zip it.”

You kept working in now pleasant silence. Peace was in the house, at least it was until…

His groan was near explicit and watching Jimin throw his head back, nuzzling deeper into your hands, you knew you’d never forget the sight. It didn’t even seem like he’d registered it and soon enough the curiosity overwhelmed you. You rinsed his hair and then scratched lightly across the scalp. Another moan, even longer and somehow so filthy you could swear your entire body flushed. 

“So…” he chuckled, strangely nervous. “Did I just give you a quick way to control my entire nervous system?”

You laid a kiss on his nape and the water rippled from his shudder.

“Sure did.”

The moons now adorning his spine were entirely at fault here or so you insisted, tugging his styled hair between your fingers, occasionally scratching just to see the struggle to keep his eyes open. 

“The stylist is going to kill you,” he warned breathily but Jimin was never more grateful for losing his composure, that day in the bath than he was at this moment. Like grime washed away by a wet towel, your presence eased his worry into the void, while your fingers twirling his hair kept him there. How strange that such a small thing could do so much but then again if it did not, then would Jimin have bought a ring that now laid in his jacket pocket, heavy and searing like the infinite weight of Cosmos.

“Worth it,” you hummed. He couldn’t agree more. 

TAEHYUNG: Frankly, the question of your enjoyment never made it into the equation as before you could even wonder of the idea, Taehyung had shamelessly thrust his head into your lap. 

“I don’t wanna,” you whined by now not needing a verbal order to know what he craved. 

“Too bad,” retorting without so much as an ounce of empathy, he grasped your fingers, bringing them down upon his head. Five minutes later he was snoring on your legs and no amount of force could rouse him, divine or otherwise. It was a language of his, one he talked exclusively with you. 

Trees breezed past the rolling car and sitting still, you watched them blur into wide, rushing lines. At first innocent, his palm intertwined with yours, gaze locked on the road ahead. You hummed. He liked to hold hands, and so did you, only for yours to suddenly be submerged within his dark curls. 

“Seriously?!” you yelped, and he chuckled with no small amount of glee. 

The door smacked behind, or it would have if Taehyung had not been hot on your heels the entire way home. 

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung mumbled, by now so many times it didn’t remotely even sound like a proper sentence. 

“Not accepted,” you sneered, yanking off the jacket, maybe tearing a button or two in the process. “You embarrassed me! And for what?! Some childish caveman display of jealousy?” 

The rest of the insult is expressed through a hardened scowl. As you jostled, enraged and unthinking, to peel off the stifling layers, Taehyung enclosed you into a hug, towering above you, his head lowered into the crook of your neck. 

“Please, don’t be mad at me,” pitifully he muttered, a warm breath ghosting over your collarbone. “Take it out on me but promise you won’t be mad afterwards.”

Without even quite thinking, you wrenched out of his grasp and seized his hair, yanking it harshly towards you. At the back of your mind, panic took root - were you hurting him? Was this not wrong? But Taehyung grew positively limp, pliant, Adam’s apple bobbing nervously as his widened eyes tracked your every movement. 

“I’m really angry,” you whispered with a frown. 

“I’m sorry,” uselessly, he whimpered when you grasped at his locks. “It’s just…”

All you have to do is tug again for a high-pitched squeal to rip from the depths of his chest. “Don’t want to lose you.”

Something in the near incoherent way he breathed it, made your heart soften. 

“Why are you crying?” you asked quietly, wiping the stray tear off his cheek. 

Early morning hued the sky pink as you lay beside each other, relishing in the muted stillness of the room. 

“Don’t know,” Taehyung sniffled. “Felt like it.”

You reached to brush his hair and soon enough he was slumbering again - all tears faded into the dawning cold. 

JUNGKOOK: Frankly, you didn’t grasp why in situations such as these the other partner always offered sex. You were far more willing to simply lug this nightstand at Jungkook’s head. Without knocking you cracked open the doors to his gaming room, discerning the explosive sounds of combat swirling around the room. 

“Jungkook, you promised!” you complained and he held out a hand, gaze locked on the game. 

“I’ll be there soon, babe,” he lied in between strangled curses. “Just one more round.”

He’d muttered that already two fruitless hours ago. 

“No, now!” you threatened, coming to stand by his chair, watching the battle unfold, thoroughly unimpressed by it. He offered some incoherent noise that lacked any meaning, and in a flash of swirling annoyance, you yanked at his hair, forcing his eyes to land upside down upon your face. 

“Now.”

Most people would hastily become upset at such a gesture but the little masochist grinned from cheek to cheek, expression gaining a certain twinkle. You groaned at his satisfaction. Couldn’t even playfully torment him. The brat enjoyed it. 

“Okay, folks,” he spoke into the headset, with your hand still firmly latched in his shaggy hair. “It’s been a pleasure, but I’ve got to go.”

Someone hollered in the chat but it went entirely unheard. Pushing the chair away from the desk, he reached to pull your other arm to rest on top of his thundering heart. 

“What’s up, babe?”

For someone who was jerked by the roots of his hair, Jungkook appeared entirely too delighted. 

“I need you -”

“Oh, you need me?”

“To hammer in the nails to the nightstand. Brat,” saying so, your grip on his hair grew harsher. All that came of it was Jungkook’s raspy laughter, eyes briefly fluttering shut and lips carving a sharp line in his dimpled cheeks. 

“Couldn’t you just do it yourself?”

“Well if injury is to happen, I’d prefer it is you, not me.”

“Liar,” he smirked. “You cried when I tripped.”

Traitorous heat snuck its way onto your cheeks. 

“I thought your leg broke,” you muttered before nudging him outside. “Now get to working.”

“Yes, my liege,” he curtsied, proceeding then to wring his tattooed hands around your waist, making you hobble like some sort of overtly humped creature. His nose quickly delved into its reserved spot in the crook of your neck. 

“Always smell so good,” hazily, Jungkook muttered and you shook your head at his antics. 

“You’re so weird.”

“Says the one who's constantly trying to dom me by hair pulling.”

“It’s not a dom thing!”

“Sure, baby,” he rasped, planting a wet kiss against your neck. “Whatever you say. Just remember you now owe me three hair pulls in return.”

© soraviii/soraviie 2022-2023

[bedoballoons]

Forgive me for spamming your inbox i just have a lot to say for some reason </3

This is just a little thing thats been on my mind ever since my sailor moon phase xame back :,) character and reader with a tuxedo mask and sailor moon type of relationship urgrggrh

Pretty much smart responsible mature guy with sensitive klutz reader :( god i'd do anything to have this irl help i love this dynamic sm

-🧚‍♀️

I like spam, don't worry :p I LOVE THE SAILOR MOON AESTHETIC!! It's inspired my art alot and I still have yet to fully finish the series! Have you watched the whole thing, is it good 👀

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄

{༻~The ship has sailed~༺}

CW: Fluffy and sweet! Readers kinda klutzy but very sweet! Mentions of reader owning a cat!

(Includes: Thoma, and Zhongli, Childe!)

𑁍༄Thoma:

"Are you alright?"

You looked up at Thoma from your place on the floor, cupcake batter dripping down your face and cupcakes sprawled around you..."Yes but my cute cupcakes are having issues..." You sighed in defeat as he walked over to you, helping you off the ground and washing the batter off of you gently with a towel.

"We can make more, I'll help."

"But I wanted to make them for you..." You looked away with a light blush, wishing that you'd been a little more careful so he wouldn't have found out your true intentions.

He gave you a sweet smile, leaning in to kiss your cheek, "While I love the things you make me, I enjoy spending time with you more. Let's make the next batch together."

𑁍༄Zhongli:

You giggled at your cat as he laid belly up on the floor, dramatically acting exhausted after his long day of doing nothing, "Zhongli, do you ever wish you could curl up in a ball like a cat and sleep anywhere?" You turned to face the man sitting next to you, wondering how he could possibly be so engrossed with the rather long boring book he held in his hands...just the first sentence had given you a headache...

He looked up from the words on the written page and gave you a small smile, "No, I don't believe I have. Although they are sweet creatures and their ability to curl up and sleep anywhere seems appealing, I rest perfectly fine...as long as I am with you that is."

Your cheeks went warm, your heart skipping a beat as you hid your face in your hands...how had he turned such strange question into something so sweet..."That's not what I thought you were going to say."

"I suppose it was a bit more of a response than needed, but I do so much enjoy when your cheeks blush that way..."

"Eeee!"

𑁍༄Childe:

"Woah, what did you do..." Childe chuckled as he took in the scene in front of him, it seemed your sweater had begun to unravel unbeknownst to you and one of the loose threads had decided to latch itself on just about everything. Now you were standing in the middle of the room with a pastel spider web surrounding you and you couldn't possibly move unless you wished for everything to be pulled along with you.

Your cheeks blushed in embarrassment, this was just another one of those clumsy situations you always got yourself in...,"I swear I had nothing to do with this."

"Mhm, I completely believe you. Here let me help" He hurried to untangle everything, collecting the string in a nice bundle around his hand until he finally got all the way back to you, the source. "There we go, you're free."

"Thank you- woah!" You tripped forward, falling into his arms with a huff...at least he'd always be there to catch you.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*⁠.⁠✧

[lilgoblinbitch]

when i read in the opening that danai wrote the episode i was shook, but i wasn’t expecting it to be THIS good! 🫠

like, the way she managed to capture michonne, to not only write the inner conflict she is going through, but to also to display it so well - oh my god. QUEEN the talent she has >>

the episode was peak, some call it boring but this is what i was looking for, rick and michonne having to find themselves again, to deal with their trauma and to reunite - we finally got into those deep feelings.

i also loved rick in that episode so, so much, his writing was perfect, their dynamic was just so good i can’t okay? 🥲

danai is undoubtedly a genuis when it comes to playwright, acting, and developing her own character. this woman is my favorite. favorite everything idc you name it. this episode was immaculate, words cannot simply describe how this episode made me feel. i mean the way she was able to perfectly capture michonne’s motherly-wife FEMALE RAGE while also making it 100% reasonable and 100% relatable to the audience. i felt every single one of her emotions; it was really an amazing experience. she captured the ‘fed-up middle-aged mother of two kids with a mentally lost military husband’ beautifully. danai straight up deserves an award. so the fuck does andrew lincoln. this show and the walking dead in general was carried by both michonne and rick in my opinion. the show was certainly not the same after they left. now that we have andy and danai together on this show, in which they are BOTH executive producers…. this is them spoiling us. i am so grateful for these two amazing himan beings.

also, i can’t believe people called this episode boring??? um…your head must have SEVERAL. screws loose. i don’t have time for a richonne hater’s bullshit. sit tf down and shut your damn mouth. go watch dead city if you think this is boring LMAO GOODBYE. because this episode ALONE captured everything that rick and michonne are — everything they went through, their chemistry, their relationship— the angst and the romance drips out from the screen and onto each of us viewers. i became so engrossed in this series because of the way it is written.

i digress. danai and andy are truly remarkable. this episode was my absolute favorite out of the series so far. i fully agree with you. thank you for sending me this because it gave me a reason to rant and spill my feelings and thoughts about my all time favorite tv couple (even though i do this every single day because my life revolves around them I CANT HELP IT).

[stayandot8]

Cravings

Genre: Smut

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: Explicit content ahead, 18+. Minors, do not enagage.

WC: 1.3k

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Today I woke up with an unexplainable hunger for something I couldn't quite place my finger on. I thought it might be a certain food, so I picked up my favorite takeout and allowed my legs to take me to my favorite place. 

Me: Been having a craving all day so I picked up some food if you’re hungry 

Channie ❣️: Just got home so I’m starving. Come on up :) 

Smiling down at my phone, I buzzed up to said apartment. I was doing this a lot recently, both buzzing up and smiling at my phone. It was all because of him. He made it very easy to be happy with my life these days. He was getting good at surprising me at work, sending me things like flowers and signing them ‘Chris’ and texting me that he had lunch delivered there for me. Such thoughtful things that I hadn’t had before. And being intimate with him was even better. He was so attentive to how my body responded that he quickly found out what I liked and didn’t. It wasn’t hard when I liked just about everything he did. He could just stand there and I’d be able to take care of myself. All he had to do was look at me with those doe eyes and I was putty in his hands to do with as he liked. And when he started to strip, which was often, my eyes had to be physically moved from his body back up to his face by his grip on my chin. One time he actually caught me drooling, which I should have been embarrassed about but couldn’t be bothered. He was just that powerful. Maybe I did know what my craving was…

Opening the door to the apartment, I immediately spot Felix and Han playing video games on the couch, Hyunjin sitting in a chair beside them drawing on his iPad and deep in concentration. 

“Hi boys.” I sing-songed to the members in the room. I got mumbles in response, all of them obviously too engrossed in their respective activities. I shook my head at them and put their portion of the food on the counter. I stayed for a few seconds just to see if they would react and once the smell hit them, they all came running and tripping over themselves to get the good bits. Felix was the first to embrace me in thanks and Han wasn’t far behind. Soon enough, I was fully engulfed in different smells of cologne all fighting their way up my nose in a four-way embrace and a chorus of ‘thank you’s. The first one to hug me and the last one to let go, Felix kissed my cheek and expressed his thanks in his best child voice. 

“Agghh okay okay you’re welcome. Now I have to go make my last delivery.” I held up the last bag for myself and Chan for them to see, starting my trek down the hallway. They immediately went back to their game and iPad, now chowing down on proof of my love for them. 

Knocking on the familiar door, I crack it open to see Chan in his normal shirt and gym shorts with his controller in hand and gaming headphones on one ear, the ear closest to me exposed to listen out for me. He turns his head and his eyes go to the bag I’m holding and his eyes widen. I lock the door behind me.

“Oh that place is so good. I’m just going to finish this game and I’ll be all yours, okay?” 

“Okay but I’m not waiting for you because I am starving.” I tuck into the box of noodles as I sit against his headboard, legs stretched out in front of me. He scoots up into my legs to nestle himself between them, his head laying on my chest and his elbows resting on my thighs. He looked so comfortable that I tried to move as little as possible while I ate but I was finding it very difficult not to spill anything on him or myself, eventually failing. 

“Shit. Hey babe, get up, I got it on my shirt. Can I borrow-”

“Of course, you know I love it when you wear my stuff.” He responded, moving to his previous spot without looking at me. I grabbed a shirt from his dresser and ran to the bathroom. Looking at the damage on my own shirt in the bathroom mirror, I figured it was a lost cost, the stain too noticeable to consider saving it. I grabbed Chan’s shirt when I had a better idea. Seeing Chan just sitting on the bed gave me an idea I had seen earlier that week. Looking myself in the eye to boost my confidence, I start stripping, leaving my clothes on the bathroom floor and crack open the door to see if Chan was facing me. He wasn’t, still fully engrossed in his game. Perfect.

Mostly undressed save for Chan’s shirt, I strolled for his bed again, lining myself up directly behind him. My hands find his shoulders, pulling him to lay down in front of me. He goes along with it, his controller being discarded to his side once I swing my leg over his head and place my southern lips directly onto his mouth. A small hum of surprise came from him until his arms wind themselves around my thighs to hook me in place as he looked hungrily at his meal and licked his lips before attacking my folds with that magic tongue of his, licking a thick stripe up along them. His eyes shot to mine as I let a moan escape, that tongue finding its way to my clit. He wraps his mouth around it and begins to suck as if his life depended on it. I could do nothing but throw my head back as my eyes rolled back. He pulls on my thighs to force me to put my full weight on him, the rest of my sex exposed to him. Exactly what he wanted. 

He nudged my hips, encouraging me to move, to ride his face like I wanted. My hips moved with a mind of their own, my own brain clouded with each flick of his tongue. I brought my hand up to my breasts to fondle them through the shirt. Chan tugged on it, not wanting to miss anything. I pulled it off and continued, another moan coming out louder as he inserted two fingers into my entrance and started to pump them in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. The contrast of the borderline violent attack on my clit and the slow pace of his fingers was keeping me on the verge of what I needed.

I knew if I looked at him again I would find the exact thing that would send me over the edge. I didn’t want to give up that quickly. I felt his lips pull away from me. “Look at me.” I couldn't resist when he dropped his voice like that. I knew I was done for when I saw him underneath me staring at my face with hooded eyes, his nose resting just above my clit while his lips continued to suck and flick with his tongue. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as I felt my release start to build in my core, so close to the edge. I buckled, my arms barely catching me as I folded over him as I continued to ride him through the brink he was bringing me to. 

“I wanna hear you when you cum but you have to be quiet.” He resumed his assault and it didn’t take long until I shuddered, my release crashing like waves as I rode through it. My moans were stifled by my fist as well as they could’ve been while he still had a hold of me. He released my pelvis and moved from under me. I felt myself collapse on his bed, his weight coming up behind me as he sat on me with his knees enclosing my legs together. I felt his bulge pressing into me through his shorts as he whispered,

“Funny, that was what I was craving too.”

[pttwice]

good morning good afternoon good evening, am here to request a baby nayeon, regression at a mall in America while shopping with Jeong and ends up exploring the toys section/lego section and going to the malls play area

howdy howdy anon :) absolutely! i think it’d be a cute little shopping date for them & jeong would lowkey end up getting more excited about the legos than nayeon lol

shopping spree

|| little!nayeon, cg!jeongyeon ||

Deciding to spend their free time doing some shopping, Jeongyeon and Nayeon headed to the mall. They had been to a few malls in America before, but this one was pretty big and seemed to have a lot of high end stores.

The two took a quick look at all the stores just to get a general layout of everything before they went into anywhere specific. Jeongyeon was mainly window shopping while Nayeon was picking out expensive handbags and accessories.

By the time they had been shopping for an hour, Jeongyeon noticed Nayeon was slowing down a bit. She wasn't as excited about going into the Louis Vuitton store even though it was one of her favorites to visit. Jeongyeon just followed Nayeon around for a few minutes as the oldest half heartedly picked up a few bags.

When they exited the store, Nayeon turned and looked up at Jeongyeon, a pout on her face. Based on the way Nayeon's expressions seemed softer and the way she was clinging onto Jeongyeon's arm, she had regressed.

Just to make sure, Jeongyeon sat Nayeon down on the bench with her to take a break from walking. Jeongyeon pulled her phone out and handed it to Nayeon, pulling up one of the matching games Nayeon loved to play whenever she regressed.

Nayeon's eyes gravitated towards the game as she took Jeongyeon's phone, fully engrossed in the game for at least 10 minutes. Jeongyeon just watched over Nayeon's shoulder, a chuckle escaping her whenever Nayeon would lose a life.

Once Nayeon finished the game, Jeongyeon took her phone back and reached her hand out to hold onto Nayeon's. Nayeon just looked down at Jeongyeon's hand and pouted, holding her arms up.

"I'm sorry, bunny, but mama can't carry you. I've already got a few bags I have to carry."

Nayeon whined and crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at Jeongyeon like she just told her she wasn't getting a Christmas present.

Jeongyeon playfully rolled her eyes and adjusted the bags in her hand, still holding her free hand out. "How about we go check out the toy stores and you can pick out two toys you want?"

At this, Nayeon's eyes lit up. She excitedly nodded and grabbed ahold of Jeongyeon's hand, dragging her mama to the first toy store she could find.

They walked into a stuffed animal store and even though Nayeon had a million stuffies, Jeongyeon couldn't say no to her baby. They walked around a bit, Nayeon oohing and aahing at every stuffy she saw. They were all so cute and she wanted them all, but she knew her mama said she could only have two toys.

The second Nayeon picked up a fluffy, white stuffed bunny and rubbed it against her cheek, she knew it was the one she wanted. Excitedly, she turned around and showed it to Jeongyeon. "Dis one! I like dis one!" Jeongyeon laughed when Nayeon rubbed the bunny's body against her face, but she had to admit. It was pretty soft.

With the bunny tucked safely under Nayeon's arm — she refused to keep it in the shopping bag — they headed to the Lego store. In all honesty Jeongyeon was the one who wanted to go to the Lego store, but she knew that Nayeon would still be able to find something she liked.

Jeongyeon took her time walking around, checking out all the big sets. She knew that she didn't have a ton of space in her suitcases so she tried to focus on a medium sized set. Nayeon wasn't the most excited to be in the Lego store, but once she saw the Bath Time Fun: Floating Animal Island set, she picked it up and handed it to her mama. She loved the little animals it came with and she liked that she could play with it during bath time.

Jeongyeon took Nayeon's box and looked at it, looking back at Nayeon to make sure it was the set she really wanted. For herself, Jeongyeon got the Mini Disney Castle and the llama.

//

The two checked out a few more stores, picking up small gifts for the members. They got each of them a little keychain and a t-shirt. Nayeon put her t-shirt on and while they were heading for the exit, Nayeon darted towards the mall's play area.

Jeongyeon let out a small sigh as she followed Nayeon. Her arms were tired from carrying all the bags, but maybe they'd have a bench for her to sit on while Nayeon played.

Yes! There was a bench! Jeongyeon quickly sat down, putting the bags beside her as she pulled her phone out. They still had at least an hour before they had to be back with the rest of the girls. That left enough time for Nayeon to get some energy out so she could take a nap and for Jeongyeon to rest her arms and feet.

Jeongyeon kept a close eye on Nayeon as she played on the little castle inside the play area. The little climbed around, talking to herself as she made up a story, waving to her mama every once in a while.

Jeongyeon would wave back, making sure to take plenty of pictures. Her baby was so cute and seeing her have fun and take a break made Jeongyeon so happy. She smiled as Nayeon climbed on top of the big plastic turtle, giving it a hug. She's sure it wasn't the most sanitary thing in the world, but that's what baths are for.

"Mama! Need help down da slide!" Nayeon called over to Jeongyeon who pushed herself off the bench, bringing her bags with her to set by the ladder of the slide. She climbed up the back and crouched behind Nayeon who was already sitting at the top.

"You ready, bunny?"

Nayeon nodded as a happy scream left her. She flew down the slide and quickly ran back up, wanting to be pushed again. And again. And again.

After at least 20 times down the slide, their time was almost up. Jeongyeon held onto Nayeon's hand, making sure the little had her new bunny with her.

As they made their short walk back to the cars, Nayeon let out a yawn. Jeongyeon set their things in the back of the car before getting in, buckling her baby in. She ran a hand through Nayeon's hair, the little sighing in content.

Thanks to a few toys and the play area, Jeongyeon was sure that Nayeon would be asleep in a few minutes. This meant getting her down for a nap was going to be a piece of cake.

Jeongyeon held onto Nayeon's hand that wasn't holding her bunny and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Nayeon's eyes slowly closed as they started the drive back to the hotel. She had her bunny and her mama — everything she'd ever need.

[taehyungfirst]

It's so strange. I can't believe they are all gone. I know they aren't gone. But that's what it feels like. Like a sudden lack of them. A one-two punch. The swirl of emotions yesterday (sadness, pride, concern, laughter - because Tae keeps us fed, more sadness) at Tae leaving and today it's just shock that they are all gone now.

It feels a bit like when you go to a really good movie. One that completely submerges you into it. You are fully engrossed in that world. And your awareness of other things fades away. And then suddenly, like a little *pop* sound effect, and then just a blank screen. And now you're sitting in a dark theatre wondering what I supposed to do now. Because you can't just get up and go on with your day like normal. But you also can't stay. So you have to figure out how to take in what you experienced, embrace it, smush it in with your actual life and take it with you. It will be weird to figure out that balance during this time.

Anyway, just suddenly needed to get that out and you have my favorite corner of Tumblr.

Hi anon, loved everything you said.

It’s so weird realizing that they’re all gone right now, it’s harder when you’ve been with them for years and years and then suddenly it’s radio silence from everyone. For days and days. My brain still hasn’t processed it. It’s just… woah?

Part of me also refuses to realize it because it’s unfair and they really should’ve gotten that exemption. Military service should not even exist in the first place.

Even if it’s hard right now finding a balance I am sure that we will eventually get it, I’ll leave here some Namjoon words I really like: “when the wind becomes warmer, let's meet again — wherever that place may be". Take care, I’m sure we will have lots of things to look forward to and before you know it’s already 2025. 🫂

[darylssunshine]

I wish I knew you wanted me

Basically just some destiel pining

Cas' footsteps echoed throughout the bunker as he made his way to the living room. He was about to excitedly tell Dean about a case that he and Sam had discovered in Houston about the Loch Ness Monster, but stopped in his tracks when he saw Dean sleeping peacefully on their tattered leather couch, recliner out, arms crossed. Cas felt his lips tug upwards, a little more after he heard a slight snore emit from Dean. He then grabbed a thin blanket hanging on the edge of the couch to cover the sleeping brunette. He got down close to fully drape the blanket over Dean and- 

'Has he always had that many freckles?' He thought abruptly. No, really, he was perplexed. You would think that carefully and painstakingly putting someone back together would make you notice every little detail about said person but, no. This was completely new to him. Cas continued to stare at Dean's sleeping face, hovering over him, wondering how this detail slipped through the cracks. 

He was so engrossed with, now counting exactly how many freckles Dean's face had, that he didn't notice Dean start to slowly blink awake and turn his head. He jumped at the sight of the unknown figure. Out of reflex, he reached for his knife on the outside of his jean pocket. As soon as his sleep addled brain realized that it was Cas standing before him and not a rouge vampire, he immediately groaned. "Damnit, Cas!" He exclaimed, a phrase that felt way too easy to say. He dragged a hand over his face while taking a deep breath. "What did I say about watching me while I sleep?" He asked calmly, but with an annoyed expression. Cas normally couldn't explain his actions, but this time he had an excuse. "Dean, I'm sorry, I just… never realized you had so many freckles." This caused Dean to pause, then let out a small chuckle. He couldn't stay mad at Cas even if he tried. 

"Really, dude? That's what's got your angelic panties in a twist?" He sat up from his slouched position, wincing a bit at his twinged spine. "One, I do not wear panties and two, yes. I am very fascinated by them. Who knew the human face could contain galaxies within them?" Cas said softly, tilting his head like he was trying to study each one of Dean's freckles one by one. Dean, on the other hand, was stunned. Is that what Cas really thought about his face? Dean, on various occasions and various benders, had looked into his mirror and hated what stared back at him, so hearing this comment from Cas made his face heat up with joy. And maybe with love too, but Cas doesn't need to know that. Dean shook off the feeling in fear of the situation being weird and simply said, "Thanks, man." 

"You're welcome." Cas replied. "Oh, and 79." Dean rolled his eyes, knowing what he was referring to. "Am I really that interesting to stare at, Cas?" Dean asked sarcastically, but with a hint of genuine curiosity. 

"Dean, your face and body contain complexities and wonders that I have never seen from any other human. Your subtle mannerisms fascinate me and your slight face twitches are like an artist dancing his paintbrush across a canvas. Everything you do fills me with such an overwhelming sense of warmth. Yes, Dean. You are 'interesting' to look at. Oh, I actually came out here to talk to you about a case that Sam and I found. May I please explain it to you?" 

Dean was in absolute awe. There were so many things he wanted to say and ask. What could possibly be the reason that Cas has all of these nice things to say about me? Why do I of all people deserve this? What warmth? But all he said was, "Sure man. Lay it on me."

Dean had wanted to confront Cas about their relationship for a long time now. A big part of his hesitant nature was that he didn't want to ruin their friendship and have Cas hate him. But this gave him a little bit of hope.

[its-actually-minicika]

Hey!

I have an idea that just wouldn’t leave my head and as you might already know I really really love your work, you have an amazing talent! This could be a scenerio or idk. So I was thinking about the lake scene in the triwizard tournament, where the person they take from Viktor is Hermione, and my idea is that the reader gets taken the same way after going to the Yule ball with Borya. And like Aemond just cant find the reader and is really worried (you can decide if the confession already happend or not). And as the first champion comes up with their person he realises whats going on and he is worried and maybe jealous and all that. Maybe something even goes bad like it did with Fleurs little sister or something and later just cute reunion and stuff. The whole thing is just Aemond being worried and maybe really affecionate after the whole thing. I dont know if you like this or not, But I would love to see this. Anyway, sorry about this being so long! I hope you are doing okay, and I will continue loving everything you write! ❤️

Siren Calls

(HotD Hogwarts AU)

A scenario of what your life could look like in the HotD Hogwarts AU - it can be read as a stand-alone, as a prequel to the "Yule Ball" series, or as a one-shot all together;

Pairing: Aemond x Reader;

Warnings: mentions of blood and open wounds - other than that, this is pure fluff!

Author's Note: Ramielll!! This!! Is!! Everything!! Thank you so much for sharing your idea with me - it blew my mind completely, and I absolutely love it! I hope you don't mind that I adjusted your ask a little and made the lake scene happen before the Yule Ball takes place;

Your support and kind words mean everything to me, and I thank you for them from the bottom of my heart 😭💗 I'm not really proud of this, but I hope you still enjoy this little piece!

Also, I wanted to take a moment to address an ask that I received from @jamespotterismydaddy regarding more HotD!Hogwarts AU headcanons - I will post them soon, as well! I didn't just ignore your request :") But I first have to work on the 3d part for the Yule Ball, since the following headcanons will have a lot of spoilers for the series;

Six wizards go underwater. Do all of them swim back up?

Quietness washed over the secluded corner of the library - the only palpable noise being the aggressive scribble of Aemond's black feather.

"Sounds like you got a good lead over there..." (Y/N) whispered to him, lost in concentration, and fully engrossed in her Transfiguration paper.

"Hmm." The male replied, fighting back the urge to stop his writing and meet her feeble form, clashing his eyes with hers.

"Psst," She giggled into his ear, "Go slower, why won't you? At this rate, you'll be done way before I am."

Aemond felt his lips quirk up in a content smile. His hand came to a halt, and he finally glanced upon the girl's darkened orbs.

He drank in her distinctive features, reveling in her flushed cheeks and teasing smile. Fire surged within his veins, pumping both heart and loins alike. He tightened his fist below the table, cursing himself for the weakness she so easily caused him.

"Then you'd only have yourself to blame." He hushed right back, tickling her face with his warm breath.

The Gryffindor groaned and bit her cheek in grave frustration. Her eyes widened in feigned horror, and she gripped his shoulders tightly.

"No, no - do anything but leave me in the library all alone! My poor heart will not stand it!" She warned jokingly, though lacing her voice with a serious undertone.

Aemond let out a short breath, almost begrudgingly so, before he placed his big hand atop her head and affectionately patted her back in place.

"You know I'd never leave you to study alone." He remarked dryly, unamused. His words, although neutral and clear, faded in the light of his soft voice and downy eyes. "But that doesn't mean I'll stay here all night. You'll have to make more of an effort."

Another growl and a heartbeat later, (Y/N) pouted her lips and stuck out her tongue.

"Fine." She confirmed decidedly, "You'll see just how fast I can be. I bet you five Galleons I can finish even faster than you!"

The daring nature of Gryffindors shone through her, leaving Aemond both jaded and amused by it's wake. His chest filled with a fondness that scared him, but made him feel whole - complete - at the same time.

"Deal." Aemond piped back to her, leaning back on his chair smugly.

"Shake on it, then." The girl provoked him, with a wide smile etched on her face.

Both wizards brought their hand out in the greeting of the other, and soft fingers entwined with slim and long ones.

For a while, neither seemed to want to part. Together, they fit almost like a puzzle; their palms fell perfectly against the other - the Targaryen licked his lips tentatively, and turned his stare on their joined hands. If there was such a thing as humans made for a specific purpose, he was then sure his purpose was to love that girl.

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, and felt her cheeks turn into a shade of crimson. Before either could open their mouth to speak, the dull footsteps of another echoed through their quiet space.

"Ah, Miss (L/N), Mr Targaryen - Otto told me you might be here." The grave voice of Professor Daemon rung loudly atop their heads.

As quick as it came, their moment was gone, and both students reluctantly let go of their intimate bind.

"Professor Targaryen?" The girl inquired, surprised to see their DADA professor so late at night. She got up from her chair and made more room at their table for him, but Daemon only chuckled at her politeness, raising a hand to stop her in her tracks.

"Thank you, sweetling, but I won't be long. I've come to fetch you to Ott- Professor Hightower's office."

The two students exchanged a look of weariness, before Aemond rose up from his seat as well.

"Ah, not you, Mr Targaryen. Just Miss (L/N) will do just fine."

Aemond's mouth pressed into a tight line. His lilac eyes glared into his uncle's violet orbs, who only smirked at his nephiew's half-baked challenge.

"Professor, the hour is late. I should very much like to escort (Y/N) to my grandfather's office, as well."

Daemon fought back a bemused snicker. His eyebrows rose at his nephiew's suspense, and the man smirked slightly.

"Exactly, Aemond, the hour is late. Presumably, you both have classes tomorrow, is that correct? You could do with a good night's sleep."

Just like that, the conversation was over. Daemon placed his hand on the girl's back in a soothing manner, guiding her ahead of him with a firm nudge. Aemond, for a while, stood before them, his hand still gripping the dripping end of his elegant feather.

His uncle quirked his head to the side, signaling him to make way and, eventually, he did.

"I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, Aemond!" The girl assured her friend over her shoulder, throwing him one last dejected look.

Aemond was left alone with his thoughts, feeling more frustrated than ever. He slowly looked down at his fisted hand, and clicked his tongue in irritation.

"Shit."

The ink would leave stains on the inside of his palm.

Breakfast came. And breakfast passed.

Still, there was no trace of the girl in the whole wide hall.

Aemond's stomach felt like it was doing backflips. Seven times he looked over at the Gryffindors table. Seven times he closed his eyes in ire, having failed to spot the strands of her soft, familiar hair.

Perhaps she was in her Common Room.

Endless thoughts about what happened to her surged through his mind. Had his grandfather told her something that upset her? Did she catch a cold while staying in the airy office, with nothing on but her shirt and skirt?

"What are you thinking about?" A velvety voice rang in his ear.

"Hmm."

"If looks could kill, those Gryffindors would be six feet under." Alys laughed softly, brushing her hand with his.

Aemond sighed deeply, and moved his whole body towards the entrance of the Great Hall. Alys quirked up a brow and clicked her tongue in irritation - her emerald eyes ran over his broad back and lean shoulders; she bit her lip in anticipation, as her hands slowly extended to swallow him in a sensual back hug.

But a Gryffindor passed him, and the Targaryen took his chance. Wordlessly, he got up from his table, completely brushing Alys Rivers off, and reached out to him.

"Have you seen (Y/N) (L/N)?" He inquired dryly, sparing no time for any pleasantries.

"Uhh," The 4th year began, scratching his head in confusion, "Not since last night, no. She's probably still in her dorm or something, over-sleeping."

Aemond gave him a curt nod, releasing his tight grip over his forearm.

"Do you know who she shares a room with?" He pestered again. "Are any of the girls still here?"

"Yeah, Celeste. ... She's the blonde girl over there, at the edge of the table."

As the Gryffindor spoke, his hand crept up to point out the direction of (Y/N)'s bunk-mate. Aemond hummed in satisfaction, before brushing past the boy to march over to Celeste's table.

"You're welcome, by the way!" The brave 4th year yelled after him - though his attempt to grab his attention reached nought but deaf ears.

"You're Celeste, right?" Aemond's deep voice rumbled from inside his chest. He completely disregarded the Gryffindors' heated conversation, and instead fixed Celeste with his one good eye.

"In the flesh." She joked cautiously, leaning back in her seat to take a better look at the man before her. "You're Aemond Targaryen, right?" When he gave her a small nod, she smiled, fully satisfied with her discovery.

"Thought I recognised ya from somewhere!" She beamed at him, before taking on a more solemn air. "Can I help you with anything?"

"(Y/N)." Aemond accentuated with a quirked up brow, "She wasn't at breakfast today. Is she okay?"

At his words, Celeste scans the entirety of the cluttered hall, taken aback. She brings her blue eyes on Aemond's form again, and gives him a confused frown.

"Are you sure? When I woke up, her bed was all made up and stuff. She had to have been here."

As she spoke, the girl nibbled on her lower lip.

"Actually... I haven't really seen her since last night. She said she was going to the library to study. I waited for her but then, you know, I fell asleep."

Aemond felt his jaw set tightly. His one eyes went over to the Professors' table, searching frantically for Otto Hightower.

For once in his entire life, his grandfather wasn't there.

Right in the middle of their set assembly, Professor Daemon Targaryen shot him a provocative smirk.

Aemond snarled in retaliation, and climbed up the set of stairs to have a word with his eccentric uncle.

"Professor." He greeted tightly, before barking out in a single breath, "Last night, you took Miss (Y/N) (L/N) to my grandfather's office. Though it appears as if she hasn't yet returned. Since Professor Hightower isn't here himself, I wanted to inquire you on her whereabouts."

Although his sentence was perfectly weighed in both politeness and structure, there was no denying the malice he held in his undertone.

Daemon took great pleasure in it.

"Ah, yes, of course!" He exclaimed in a mocking manner, before taking on a more serious expression. "It may come as a surprise to you, Aemond, but I do not keep tabs on students and their current locations. I can assure you, though, she'll turn up eventually."

He dismissed his nephiew with a bored swish of his robes, bidding his goodbyes with a derisive smile.

"Perhaps you'll see her today at the triwizarding function." Daemon shrugged teasingly, earning a scornful look from both Aemond and his fellow colleagues.

The Slytherin wavered a moment, before he turned on his heel with a hum upon his lips.

His worry only increased with every passing hour he didn't spend in her company. Alys had latched onto him like a leech looking for her next meal, and his patience was running thinner by the minute.

Bets were placed on who will submerge from the waters of the Great Lake first - the noise of the crowd irked Aemond to no end, and her absence only intensified the feeling of dread that was setting inside his stomach.

Daemon had encouraged him to be here. Although his uncle was known to be cruel, he almost never graced people with false leads. Or so Aemond hoped.

His lilac gaze scanned through the floating towers, stopping at any student who resembled (Y/N) - at least barely.

The Targaryen let out a low growl, and decided to set his attention back onto the troubling waters.

He was worrying for nothing, wasn't he? Chances were, (Y/N) was hidden somewhere with her other friends, laughing and eating those awful flavoured jelly beans.

He had nothing to worry. Nothing at all.

And yet, jealousy swirled in his heart, pressing down his chest in a painful manner.

What were the chances that she was avoiding him? That she was sick of him following her around, and just wanted a break for the day?

His insecurity turned his attention back on Alys' blabbering.

"I bet that Borya would emerge first." She joyously told him, basking in the glow that his sharp eyes provided. "There's hardly any other champion more athletically inclined, and you need a lot of stamina to search through the whole lake for an hour."

Aemond's brow twitched at her words, and his whole disposition changed. "They have to search the lake?" He asked, unaware of the trail's circumstances.

Alya offered him a sly smile, and began playing with his robes' ends. She gestured for him to come closer, and leaned on over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.

"You didn't hear this from me, but apparently, all champions have to find something very dear to them deep beneath the lake's waters." She coyly told him, winking playfully as she sat down.

"At least, that's what Adrienne told me when I asked her last night."

Just as she finished her explanation, Oliver Hammer, Hogwarts' champion, emerged from the waters with his girlfriend, tightly joined at his hip.

A rattling thunder of congratulatory applauses could be heard from all around them. Alys pouted cutely, and turned her head to Aemond.

"Awh, that's just bad luck, isn't it? I just lost ten Galleons...!"

But Aemond had long switched his attention to Oliver Hammer. Something inside of him clicked at their sudden appearance, and the younger Targaryen made his way through the sea of people, to get a hold of the boy's damp robe.

"Congratulations, Hammer." He remaked loudly, as to quiet down the people next to them. Violet eyes were met with clashing brown hues, and Slytherin smiled at Slytherin.

"Thank you, Targaryen." He mirrored his formality with a small smirk, "You look tense. Something happened? Did you bet against me and are mad about my flawless victory?"

"Far from it." Aemond assured him, though his impenetrable expression never changed. "I have to ask you: did you spot (Y/N) down there, too?"

Oliver's eyes widened reflexively, and he jerked his head back a notch. Surprise and confusion battled for dominance, until the older boy finally spoke.

"Yeah - she's near the grindylows, about ten yards from here." He coughed into the back of his hand, and allowed the water droplets to pour down his soaked body. "How did you know?"

His question was left unanswered, though, as Aemond Targaryen made his way near the edge of water to glance within it.

"Hey, I wouldn't worry about it! Borya's assigned to her, and I saw him going there the second I left with Maya." Oliver yelled after him, and turned his attention back to his friends and brothers.

Not only was Aemond Targaryen worried sick about his friend, but he was now jealous, too.

If Alys' words rang true in his mind, then Borya cared an awful lot more about his girl than it was allowed to.

The green eyed monster ate away at his restless heart, and the Slytherin's knuckles turned white in their empty grip.

For a second, he wished he'd have written his name in the Goblet of Fire, for a chance to be the one to save her now.

Something was wrong.

Although Oliver had sworn he saw Borya approach (Y/N)'s hiding place the moment he left with Maya, the Durmstrang student was yet to come back up.

Even Adrienne Lavigne got to the bottom of the challenge, dragging her Ravenclaw friend out of the water, with a protective arm around her back.

Aemond felt like a caged dragon. Irritable and in a foul disposition. He glanced at his pocket watch once every two seconds, and walked from one end to the other on the robust ledge.

Where was that Durmstrang idiot...?

His silent prayers were answered when a clump of black hair emerged from the water. Borya had floated above, but there was no sight of the girl he was supposed to bring with him.

His hands reached up into the air, and he waved frantically.

"Help! Something is not right with the chains on (Y/N)'s legs! I can't free her!" He shouted in front of the shocked crowd. "Stones won't budge them, and I lost my wand in the sea of gillyweed!"

Aemond didn't need to hear anything else. With one swift movement, he discarded his robes on the floor and took out his aspen wand.

"Aqua Mensa." He swished it decidedly, and jumped into the water without a second thought.

The pain he felt was excruciating - the fins that grew in the stead of his fingers and legs felt worse than a thousand curses, but Aemond tried to pay it no mind.

Soon, his eye adapted to the depth of the water, and his new gills allowed him to breathe again.

"She's near the grindylows, about ten yards from here." He remembered Oliver say, and he started swimming in the direction he knew the girl must have been.

Surely enough, there she was, surrounded by nothing but algae. Aemond felt his heart stop beating, and a sudden pain carved his heart open at the sight of her seemingly endless sleep.

She looked beautiful. Breath-taking. With her eyes closed, she appeared at peace with herself and others; a small smile played upon her swollen lips, as if she knew a secret that she couldn't share with anyone.

Wasting no time, Aemond clutched his wand tightly, and cut through the iron shackles effortlessly, with just a flick of his wrist.

He engulfed the girl into a deep hug, swimming upwards to the rays of sunlight that peaked above both their heads.

And it could have all ended there, were it not for the grindylows that greatly opposed themselves at the sight of their swift departure. One by one, they rose up from their fields of algae, grabbing onto Aemond's feet, pulling him downwards and biting down on him harshly.

They ripped and tarnished, pulling tiny chunks of flesh from Aemond's body - still, the boy never once falthered. He kept the girl close to his chest, protecting her head and limbs with his own, in an attempt to defend her from the perturbing attacks.

Crimson blood pooled all the way up to where the students resided, and horrified gasps echoed all the way to the Professors' ears.

Aemond's hand reached for his wand, and, with the last of his forces, he hissed out the "Ascendio" spell, giving both bodies the last push necessary to reach to the surface.

Bewildered shouts surrounded them, all from a hundred different corners - while some were of a weird congratulatory nature, most seemed scared out of their minds.

Borya pushed through the crowd of students to glance at the two, and assure himself of both their safety. He gave Aemond a wordless bow, and an apologetic look to the girl still resting in his arms.

An army of Professors gathered around them. The school's nurse, Miss Margelle, let out a terrified gasp at the sight of the Targaryen boy, whose legs were in a most pivital position.

Despite there being no more need for it, Aemond never ceased to keep his arms around (Y/N), protecting her head from the hard, damp ledge and caressing her cheeks lightly.

"You're okay." He confirmed in a gentle whisper, wincing at his own pain. He brushed the hair from the girl's face, and rubbed small circles on the small of her back as she coughed out the excess water.

"A-Aemond...!" She uttered through an attempt to gasp for air, dazed and confused by his presence around her. "The Triwizarding Tournament, I --" She tried to explain, but stopped her wordless questions at the sight of the blood pouring at their feet.

"Aemond, you're bleeding out!!" She shrieked, aghast by the sight in front of her. She placed her hands atop Aemond's in an attempt to soothe and calm him, but the boy let out an airy chuckle.

"I'm fine. Hey, hey, look at me." He searched her gaze with his own, lining her jaw upwards. "I'm okay."

"H-How is this okay to you? You must be in so much pain!" She worriedly told him, feeling her lower lip quiver and eyes well up with tears at the sight of her friend's affliction.

She cast her eyes downwards again, and bit her lip in undoubted stress. Her hands fluttered close to his open wounds, but they stilled above them, unsure how to proceed.

While the two were busy bickering and conversing, Nurse Margelle kneeled down to Aemond's level, pulling out her trusting wand and summoning her first aid kit.

Sensing movement behind his back, the Slytherin shook his head, and placed a hand before his body. "Check (Y/N) first. The grindylows might not have bit her, but she still swallowed a lot of water."

"Are you insane?!" The Gryffindor chastised him with an affectionate look in her eyes. "You're bleeding out on the floor, and you're worried about me? Swallowing water?"

"Sweet water is toxic for the body. And you took more than just a mouthful." He asserted dryly, pushing her before his own needs once again.

"Shut up. Absolutely not."

"It's not up to you to decide." Aemond accentuated definitively.

"And thankfully, neither is it up to you, Mr Targaryen!" Nurse Margelle cut in sharply. Her hawk-like eyes assessed the spots in which Aemond likely took the most damage, and got to work right away. His damp shirt was discarded on the floor, and (Y/N) let out another breathless gasp.

"Merlin's beard, Aemond...!"

"I told you..." He began, before he closed his mouth back, in an attempt to hide a wince, "I feel fine. It doesn't hurt."

"Liar." She whispered back to him, whilst she leaned in to give his cheek an affectionate peck.

For a second, Aemond's cheeks matched the colour of the gnarly wounds on his legs and chest.

"T-Thank you. For coming to save me." She huffed out in a low breath, avoiding to meet his scorching eye.

"... Don't mention it."

If it meant getting kissed like that again, Aemond would gladly relive the day's events a thousand times over.

[casbeeminestiel]

Day 3: Digital

Jack pops into Sam’s room abruptly, completely engrossed with the Nintendo Switch in his hands. Sam sits up with a yell, prompting Eileen to startle and smack him in the face with a sleepy hand. The kid seems to realize his manners a second too late and shoots a sheepish look at Sam.

“Jack, remember what I said about knocking?” Sam pinches the bridge of his nose, blearily checking the alarm clock on his nightstand to discover it’s 7:00 AM. 

Eileen raises her tousled head from where it was soundly buried in her pillow, squinting at Jack and offering him a quickly signed hello before falling right back into the blankets. Sam can’t help the smile that grows on his face despite his exhaustion. They were up late last night scheming… among other things.

“Sorry! I meant to appear in the kitchen, but I was distracted by my game.” Sam wants to be mad, he really does. But Jack is a good one.

“Maybe uh, don’t fly and game at the same time, yeah?”

Jack nods firmly. He gets that from Cas, that same cruciality with which he takes to everything. Something as silly as this is treated with the same consideration that a life or death mission is.

“What made you so distracted anyways?” Sam thinks he might as well catch up with Jack since he’s certainly not catching up on sleep anymore. Eileen on the other hand- Sam absently brushes a stray hair out of his fiance’s face and envies her ability to return to her slumber so readily.

“Oh! Well, I’m playing Animal Crossing. See?” He tilts the screen around to show Sam. “I was just fishing in the game, and I found it very peaceful. Dean and I went fishing once, remember? Anyways, I went to his room first to show him, but he and C- he was sleeping, so I tried to go to the kitchen. But then I ended up here!”

Sam bites the inside of his cheek, knowing fully well that Cas ended up in Dean’s room last night. He wants to tell Jack that his secret is not as much of a secret as he thinks, but he decides to let it slide under the radar. He still wants to let Dean take his time with this one.

For now, he settles for asking Jack more questions about his game until Eileen wakes up again and asks what’s for breakfast.

The three of them make their way to the kitchen, Jack chattering away about his adventures for the past few weeks. He’s been making the rounds with Jody, Donna, and the girls as well as Amara and Rowena. When he’s not with them, he’s been doing cool stuff like spending a day under the ocean with a pod of dolphins (he rescued a calf from a fishing net and befriended the group) or bowling with a biker gang in Baton-Rouge (“Terri-May looks scary, Sam, but she actually is very nice”).

Sam doesn’t even pretend he isn’t fascinated by Jack’s adventures. The kid just seems to make friends wherever he goes. He has that effect on people, apparently. And the way he approaches life, all genuine curiosity and an undaunted kind of love for the bizarre, reminds Sam that this is what they fought for.

He lets Eileen take over some of the conversation as he makes pancakes and coffee for them, though he still listens and offers input every now and again. He watches the two sign back and forth in glances while he stirs the batter, mentally rattling off his breakdown of breakfast the whole time.

Pumpkin pancakes for Dean, Jack, and Eileen, and banana pancakes for me and Cas. Coffee, black for Dean and I. Two sugars for Eileen. Honey for Cas. Apple juice for Jack. Bacon for everyone but me, and an extra piece for Eileen. Fruit on the side for all of us. 

Like clockwork, Dean and Cas wander into the kitchen as soon as he slides the last pancake onto a plate and spoons some sliced strawberries to the side.

“Mornin’ everybody.” Dean is more free of tension than Sam has seen him in years, loose-limbed and wrapped tightly in his beloved dead guy robe. He won’t think of the implications, but he does leave a mental note of gratitude for Cas, who looks as equally pleased with life this morning as Dean does. Their hands aren’t quite brushing, but it’s a close thing.

Cas spots Jack and makes a quick detour to hug him on his way around the table. Jack reciprocates instantly in an embrace that absolutely no one would mistake for anything other than a son hugging his father. If Sam catches Dean’s fond smile at the two of them, he doesn’t mention it.

“I missed you, Jack.”

“Missed you too.” Jack steps back and addresses Dean, “And I missed you.”

It takes all of two seconds for Dean to break. “Shit, bring it in, kiddo.”

Dean wraps his arms around Jack tight. Sam knows his brother has a complicated history with the kid, but he also knows his brother too well to think he doesn’t love Jack like family. Dean will spend the rest of his life making up for his past mistakes with the boy he considers his own. That determination to make things right is one of Dean’s best qualities.

The thought almost makes Sam forget about the corn maze retribution plan he’s hatching with Eileen. 

Almost, but not quite.

He thinks about it some more as he eats his pancakes and enjoys the casual domesticity of their makeshift family, pretending he doesn’t know Cas has a hand on Dean’s thigh beneath the table. Turns over scenarios and logistics in his mind between bites of strawberry, drinks revenge in with his coffee.

Jack’s digital mishap this morning may have given him a wonderful, horrible idea. 

Dean, he thinks, enjoy your peace and quiet now, man.

[narcissuspetal]

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I stood in front of May's grave, my eyes puffy and swollen with tears. Continuous muffled apologies could be heard from me. Wiping my tears and sniffling every now and then.

Now I really didn’t have anyone. I can’t save everyone.

I didn't really mean for all of this to happen– I swear. If I had listened to Strange, none of this would have happened. May would be OK, and she would be waiting for me at Happy's condo after we send the lizard, Electro, Dr. Octavius, Flint, and, most importantly the one I loathed– the one I so badly wanted to kill– Norman Osborn.

I didn’t kill him, because I’m Peter Parker and that’s not who I am. Son of a bitch had the audacity to stab Peter 2 in the back after stopping me from killing his goblin ass.

I couldn’t fully say I regretted not listening to Dr. Strange about just letting all of them go home– to their reality and suffer their fates. If I listened I wouldn’t have met the other me’s– my brothers.

Even just for a moment, I felt like everything was normal even though May was gone. For a moment I thought I was going to be okay.

And I was okay, but just for a moment. I knew they had to go and when they do I’d feel as empty as I felt when Norman killed my Aunt May.

I do feel empty. I felt empty then and I feel even more empty now.

Neither Y/N, Ned, or MJ remembers me. It's as though I never existed.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice someone approaching me.

Y/N.

‘Peter?’ She called out.

‘Yeah?’ I reacted instinctively– for someone with the ‘Peter-tingle’ I sure as hell am quite dense sometimes. It took me a moment to realise what she had said before my eyes widened and I turned my head towards her.

‘How do you know who I am?’ I asked. She remembers me, I couldn’t be any happier, but… How does she remember me?

‘Listen. I remember everything, Peter. I– I need to tell you something and– and I’m not quite sure how you’re going to like it– It’s going to sound crazy but I suppose not too crazy for you ever since all this Dr. Strange magic and stuff happen–’ Before she could finish her sentence, I threw my arms around her and nestled my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, which gave me a sense of security– one that made me weak in the knees.

I missed her.

As I tightened my grip on her as if she was going to disappear any moment, she stiffened for a moment but relaxing after and reciprocating my actions. Wrapping her hands around my neck and giving it a peck, letting her lips linger on it for a bit before peppering it with tiny little kisses. Her actions caused me to let out a sob that had been contained in me and was just waiting to be let out.

'Oh, Peter, it's all right,’ She cooed.

‘You remember me. You remember me.’

She drew away from me, putting her palms to my cheek and gently caressing it. She looks at me for a second before stretching out her thumb and wiping my tears.

She gazed at me again, this time taking her time before her gaze averted to my lips. My cheeks turned scarlet as I felt her gaze on my lips, my heart racing ten times faster than it did when I heard her say my name– my heart did beat quickly before, but it's just a bit quicker now.

Grinning widely she leaned in, her face simply a centimetre closer to my face, 'Peter,' she murmured before at last leaning all the way in and pressing her lips against mine.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and her cheeks were tinged with the most lovely shade of red. Her lips were chapped, but they were pillowy and gentle against mine. I could feel her hands shifting to my hair, her fingers tangled in it, luring me in. My hands shifted to cradle her face as I relished the sensation of her lips against mine.

We drew back, out of breath, leaving soft pecks on each other's lips.

‘About what you said earlier? WHat did you need to tell me?’ I asked.

‘Okay. Shit— uh. I don’t exactly know how to explain it,’ She stammered, ‘I kind of scripted that no one can take away my memories.’

‘Scripted?’

‘Right. Yeah. I’m kind of not from this reality.’

‘Hold on. Let me just— get myself ready for multiverse of madness number 2.’

[attentiveaplomb]

Arizona knew Callie and knew she didn’t want to think about moving. The apartment has been a place of many first, but the thing was, Arizona had some bad memories in the apartment now. It was hard to let it all go and she needed a fresh start if they were going to have a fresh start. Things were a bit tense somedays and Arizona just wanted something they could look forward to, her coming home and not feeling like there will be a hospital bed in their bedroom. That is the one thing she hasn’t really been able to move past and getting this house, it will be the best thing for Arizona to move forward and work on everything else in their marriage.

But seeing Callie not being fully engaged, that really made Arizona mad. She was there to look at the house she has chosen, and the potential of them moving into the place, but Callie was somewhere else and Arizona wanted to make sure she was fully in or she would get something without consulting her. But she didn’t want to do that, Arizona didn’t think that was fair, but she knew that Callie had a lot going on and she knew that things could be worst, but Arizona she was just happy to see this house, as this was the one that was high on her list for the house she wanted for them. For the plane she wanted them to have a new start and be able to start over in a way and have new memories other then the and ones they have had since the plane crash.

“Then just go Callie. I don’t know what else I can do to try to make this work and try to make sure we are both happy with something. I get it you’re busy, we all are but this is a house we are both looking to buy. But since you have more things going on, you can come and see it later. I am not going to force you to be here and be engaged when you clearly don’t want to be.” Arizona just wanted Callie to show she wanted to be there and give her opinion on things but she was too engrossed into her phone and she just shook her head. This was alone Arizona it seems since she was the only one taking this house and really taking it in and hoping it will be their family home.

But this house, hearing everything and taking in what their realtor said to her, she knew this was going to be the place she was going to buy. But seeing Callie finally paying attention, she could calm down. She could just take in that and they walked through the house, and seeing the rooms and seeing just where she could see Sofia and knowing their daughter would love the place as well. “I love this place and knowing Sofia can have a room and have room to have a sleepover with friends. I want her to have all of that and I want us to be able to have room to move around too, so this house is my favorite and I am just want to make an offer on it before it isn’t on the market anymore.”

Arizona was serious about this and wanted to make sure Callie was on the same page as her wanting to be there and get the house and hopefully start fresh after all bad things have happened. She just wanted Callie to like it and want the place as well.

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When Arizona brought up that she thought that the three of them should find somewhere else to live, Callie was a little apprehensive about it all. The memories that she had, and that her and Arizona had were ones that she wasn't ready to give up and it was the one place that Callie had felt stability after all that had happened in her life. It was a big deal, and if they were going to move out, she wanted to make sure that they were doing it for the right reasons and it was place that would suit all of them. There was no denying that Callie was nervous about it, and she didn't do a good job at hiding it. All that she could think about was the fact that they were leaving the place where the two of them grew as a couple, where they had Sofia, and a place that was full of memories of Mark. 

At April's wedding, it became clear that the two of them needed a fresh start. Well, mostly Arizona. The memories that Arizona had were the hospital bed, and all that had happened, so Callie was trying for her. For them. To be able to move past all that they had gone through and be able to make this change that they clearly need. Callie wanted to be as excited as Arizona was. She had been talking about it for a long time now, and Callie wanted to be on the same wave length as what she was. She wanted to see the prospect of growing their family in this house and creating new memories. That was what the two of them deserved.

If she was being honest, Callie knew that they needed a new place. Sofia's room was too small, and it was becoming a little cramped for all of them, that plus Sofia needed a garden, and the apartment didn't have one. All that was stopping her was the memories. Slowly nodding her head, Callie tried to go in with an open mind. "I'll try. I know you're excited. Just, it's a murder house Arizona."

The last part, Callie said closer to Arizona so that Sofia was out of ear view, that was the last thing that they needed. Just as they were out the car, and Arizona was showing her the back yard, Callie got a phone call that excused her for a few moments before she could finally turn her attention back to the house once the real estate agent had arrived. "Hi, I'm Calliope Torres and this is my wife, Arizona Robbins." Callie introduced both of them once she was off the phone and ready to give Arizona and the house the attention.

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Norman Osborn X Female Reader

I Forgot My Umbrella - Part 7

Word Count: 3694

Summary: Your college friends stop by for a visit and the worst thing possible happens. But you also finally give a name to those "Unnamed Feelings" you have for your Boss.

Warnings: Age gap. Drama. One mention of "The Devil's Tango" and if you don't know what that is... figure it out. Let's say because of that, this episode is rated PG. *shrug*

A/N: Sadly, Norman himself does not appear in this episode BUT he is mentioned a lot. And I am so sorry this episode is on the longer side. I got a little carried away while writing. I tried to cut it in half but it was hard to find a good breaking point. [It was originally well over 4000 words.] Plus, I wanna get to Part 8 as soon as possible. Self-indulgent fluff is in our future, folks!

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If there’s one thing that can be said about artists, it’s that they can tend to be a bit… obsessive. And you were no exception. Since the day you had met Norman you had found everything about his appearance appealing. From his fluffy brown hair down to his fancy dress shoes- you liked every bit of him.

And, as with most things you liked, you wanted to draw it.

The day after you met him, you had gone home and opened a brand new sketchbook just to practice drawing him. You started out just drawing his suits and ties as they were always different each day. You also doodled his office and the New York skyline on a few pages. The pages following those were filled with attempts to get Norman’s face just right. You wished he was here so you could draw him properly, but your memory would have to do for now. You loved drawing his tousled hair, intense eyes, sharp teeth, and even his slightly crooked nose. You knew he wasn’t ‘handsome’ by other people’s standards.

But you didn’t care about other people’s standards.

His strong features just made him all the more fun to draw. His happy toothy grin would forever make you smile in return. Even with his tooth gap- you loved his smile. So you were grinning to yourself as you finished a sketch of him smiling. You were so engrossed in your artistic high that, before you knew it, you had filled another four pages with sketches. Several were of his face and others featured him sitting or standing by your desk. You even had a few drawings of just his hands and a close up of his watch.

It was at this point you realized just how deeply you were entrenched in your feelings for Norman.

And you know what?

You didn’t care.

The feeling made you happy and you loved having the inspiration to draw again. You were on your fifth page of sketches when your door suddenly burst open and three very loud people came crashing into your apartment.

“Y/N! WHATCHA DOIN’!?”

You gave a surprised yelp, slammed your sketchbook shut and about leapt out of your skin. You were assaulted with an excessive amount of laughing as you fully registered that your college friends had stopped in for a surprise visit.

And they abused the key you gave one of them.

Again.

“Key privileges revoked!” you shouted angrily, “Give it here, Dan!”

“Oh come on, don’t be like that!”

You glowered at your three friends. Dan, Tracy, and Kevin were three of your closest friends during your years studying art. And while you didn’t get to see them often, they still liked to crash your place every once in a while. Dan was usually the perpetrator of this. He was by far the most annoying one out of the group. If he wasn’t dating Tracy, you probably never would have befriended him on your own. You were never too fond of his obnoxious childish demeanor.

“Give it up,” you demanded as you stalked towards them, “I told you if you did that again I would take the key back. Now give.”

“You’re no fun,” the blonde haired man pouted as he gave you the key, “Lighten up.”

“You gave me a heart attack!” You snapped as you snatched the key, “And you two! Stop laughing!”

Tracy and Kevin’s laughter tapered off but they were still grinning at you. You fixed them with a glare and Tracy cocked an eyebrow.

“Why is your face all red?”

“Yeah, you look like a kid who got caught doin’ something they weren’t supposed to,” Kevin added.

You could now feel the heat in your face. You had almost been caught drawing an excessive amount of pictures of your boss. Of course you were blushing. And the fact that they had noticed just made it worse.

“It’s because I’m mad,” you snapped, “What are you guys doing here anyways?”

You stomped back to the couch and plopped down. You made sure to tuck your sketchbook behind your back to keep it hidden. The last thing you needed was for them to know what you had been drawing. You weren’t ready to talk about your “unnamed feelings” for Norman yet.

“We had some free time and thought we’d stop by,” Dan explained, “We haven’t seen ya since Christmas. How’s job hunting goin’?”

Your three friends took different seats around your small apartment. Dan sat at the other end of the couch, Kevin sat on the coffee table, and Tracy sat on the arm of the couch by Dan. The curly headed woman started playing with Dan’s hair- something she always did to show she had a claim on him.

“I got a job,” you said proudly, “Been workin’ there a week now.”

“Right on,” Kevin offered you a fist bump, “So what is it? You an art teacher?”

“Personal assistant actually.”

Your friends all shared a confused look and Dan piped up first.

“What was the art degree for then?”

Tracy smacked him on the top of the head.

“Rude.”

“No he’s got a point,” you laughed, “This is just a temporary thing. Ya know. To get job experience.”

As you said the words, you felt your heart fall into oblivion. Temporary. That had been your plan when you applied. But now… You honestly didn’t want to work anywhere else. The idea of leaving OSCORP, leaving Norman, made your stomach twist. Yeah… you had it bad.

“So where’s this personal assistant job at?” Tracy asked.

“OSCORP,” you answered with excitement, “You know, the big tower a few blocks over. I work directly for the CEO, Norman Osborn.”

Tracy instantly grimaced.

“Why the heck would you wanna work there? Are you out of your mind?”

You furrowed your brow.

“No? I like working there.”

Tracy shook her head, still looking at you with disgust.

“They’re a weapons manufacturer. Within city limits! You don’t think that’s even a little bit messed up?”

“They don’t develop weapons anymore,” you said with a roll of your eyes, “They’ve got labs researching clean energy and limb regeneration. Norma- I mean, Dr. Osborn has taken the company in a completely different direction.”

“My dad calls Norman Osborn, Dr. Dirtbag,” Dan laughed, “Says he’d sell ya to the devil for a cornchip.”

“He would not!” You snapped.

This response earned you concerned stares from all of them. Dan scowled and shifted to lean forward, pulling his head away from Tracy’s hands.

“Why are you so defensive over it?”

“Dr. Osborn is very nice,” you stated proudly.

You almost started gushing about how nice it was to work with Norman and how much of a gentleman he was, but you held your tongue. You were starting to get the feeling that your friends would NOT understand.

“I think it’s cool,” Kevin declared loudly, “I always wanted to go in there. Thought the architecture looked cool. What’s the lobby look like? I feel like it should have an Art Deco vibe but I could also see it havin’ a Neoclassical look maybe.”

You gave a little chuckle as you shrugged.

“I’m not an architect, Kevin. I don’t know… it’s clean? Black floors?”

Kevin grinned.

“You should take some pictures of the inside, dude. I wanna see it.”

“I am not taking pictures, Kevin,” you laughed, “I have to work. I can’t take my polaroid everywhere.”

“Why are you still using a polaroid?” Dan laughed, “Get a digital camera for goodness sake.”

You gave an expression of mock-hurt.

“Go digital? Are you insane? Why I would never! I like having the physical photo as soon as possible.”

You were glad the conversation was leaving the topic of OSCORP. You really didn’t feel like having to defend Norman, but you would if you had to. He wasn’t a bad man and they had never even met him. They had no right to pass judgment. But more importantly, you didn’t want them to figure out you had feelings for him.

You knew that would not go well.

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Several hours passed as you and your friends caught up on everything. You did your best to keep the conversation away from your job, choosing instead to indulge Dan in his desire to talk about himself.

“I’m hungry,” Tracy whined after a while, “Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Ooo! Yeah! And Y/N can pay since she’s got the devil’s money.”

You glared at Dan and he held his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright, I’m done. Jeez. Learn to take a joke, Y/N. You didn’t used to be this uptight.”

“I am not uptight,” you glowered, “I just don’t like you judging people without actually meeting them.”

“That’s kinda my job,” Dan laughed as he pointed at himself, “Journalist remember?”

“I would hardly call you a journalist,” you smirked, “You write for a trashy tabloid. That’s hardly journalism.”

“Potato, Tomato,” Dan laughed, “One day I’ll be workin’ at the Daily Bugle writing slander about Spider-Man.”

You rolled your eyes.

“It would be liable, Dan. Slander is spoken.”

“Whatever.”

“And I wouldn’t be proud to write that kinda stuff. It’s all lies.”

Tracy hopped up from her seat.

“Come on!” she prompted, “We can argue about whether Spider-Man is a menace on the way to food!”

You all laughed as Tracy gestured wildly towards the door. Hopping up from your seat, you stepped ahead of everyone to grab your jacket off the hook by the door. You already had the door open when you heard Dan give a mischievous giggle.

“Oh ho ho! Lookie what I found! Y/N’s sketchbook! She was sitting on it. What could she be hiding, hmmm?”

Your blood ran cold.

No… Please, God, no…

By the time you turned he was already flipping through it. Tracy had come to look over his shoulder while Kevin was in the processes of retying his shoes. The horror of the moment was written all over your face as you dashed across the room.

“Stop it Dan!! Give it here!”

Dan jerked away from you and stepped around the couch.

“What’s your problem? You never cared before.”

You made another grab for it, desperation clear in your voice.

“Please, Dan!!”

“Dude,” Kevin grouched as he looked up from his shoes, “Give it back.”

“Oh it’s just a sketchbook!” Dan laughed, “What do you have to hide, huh? Been drawing lewd-”

Dan flipped the page and stopped. You tried to grab the book again, even going so far as to stand up on the couch. But once again he stepped out of your reach. His expression was unreadable but you knew what he was looking at.

“Please…”

You dropped to your knees on the couch cushions as Dan flipped the book around. Your drawing of Norman smiling was now in full view for everyone. Your face felt like it was on fire. You buried your face into the fabric on the back of the couch and felt the sting of tears.

You were so embarrassed!

No one, NO ONE, was supposed to see those!

They were your drawings.

Your private thoughts.

Dan had no right.

“Seriously, Y/N? This is why you were defending Norman Osborn so hard, huh? Look at all these, Trace. She’s totally obsessed with him.”

Dan flipped through the pages so Tracy could see and she grimaced.

“He looks so weird! Are his teeth really like that?”

Your blood began to boil as your hands turned into fists.

If they said one more thing…

“I know right? Seriously, what do you see in hi- HEY!”

You looked up to see Kevin bearing down on Dan, the sketchbook in his hand. Being much taller than Dan, he was able to easily hold it out of his reach.

“Give it back, man!”

“No.”

Dan made several attempts to reclaim the sketchbook, but to no avail. Finally he gave up.

“I think this is cause for an intervention,” Dan declared.

“It’s none of our business,” Kevin said in an even tone.

“You’re not the least bit worried about her having the hots for her boss?” Dan questioned.

“Not to mention, he’s Norman Osborn.” Tracy added, “He’s like, what? Twice her age? And he’s not a good guy. I mean, at least according to the newspapers he’s not…”

Kevin walked over to you and handed back the sketchbook. You quickly snatched it and hugged it to your chest. You couldn’t help the tears now and your jaw clenched. Tracy noticed your expression and she began to apologize.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You were just drawing him because he’s got an interesting face, weren’t you? Like back in school when you drew that guy on the bus-”

“No,” you cut in, “It’s not that. I… I do… I am… I’m in love with him.”

Saying it out loud made it real.

The unnamed feelings now had a name. You loved him. You knew it was probably too early to call it love exactly, but there were only so many words in the English language. And ‘like’ was far too weak a word to describe the feelings you had for Norman.

“Are you… are the two of you…?”

You knew what she was trying to ask and you immediately shook your head.

“He doesn’t know how I feel. I haven’t… told him… yet.”

Dan rolled his eyes.

“You don’t actually think you could have a real relationship with a guy like him, do ya?”

You glanced up at him, eyebrows furrowed. The look you gave him said it all and Dan gave a look of disgust.

“You can’t be serious… What would the two of you even have in common? He’s old enough to be your dad. It’s honestly really gross.”

Dan gave a harsh laugh.

“Like, just imagine for a second, going on a date with him. People are gonna be so weirded out.”

You thought about going on a date with Norman and the visual made your butterflies dance. Having a candlelit dinner with him in some beautiful restaurant. Holding his hand from across the table as the two of you talked. It was a dream come true. You couldn’t care less what other people thought.

“I wouldn’t care,” you whispered, “Why should I worry about what other people think?”

“You should care,” Dan snapped, “Everybody at OSCORP is gonna think you’re doin’ the old Devil’s Tango with the boss.”

Full on rage bubbled inside of you as Dan laughed. He looked around the room as if he was going to gain encouragement but neither Tracy nor Kevin offered it. You actually saw Kevin tense up, his hands clenched into fists.

“Come on guys! Back me up here. We can’t just let her chase after this creepy old dude. I mean, seriously, he looks like a gargoyle.”

That was the last straw.

Before you could stop yourself, you were grabbing the nearest object and chucking it at Dan. Thankfully, it was just your eraser. Dan gave a yelp as it hit him in the side of the head.

“What the heck ma-”

“SHUT UP AND GET OUT!”

Dan gapped at you.

“Why? Because you know I’m right?”

Your tears were falling freely now as you pointed at the door.

“NO! MEAT-HEAD!!! It’s because you’re being a jerk! You had no right to look through my sketchbook. Especially after I asked you to stop!”

You took a deep breath and fixed Dan with a glare that could kill.

“And you have no right to make fun of me for FALLING IN LOVE WITH NORMAN OSBORN!! So leave. NOW.”

Your breathing was labored as you remained pointing at the door. Dan looked flabbergasted and tried to find aid in Kevin. But the taller man shook his head.

“You’re on your own, dude. Don’t look at me.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Dan said with a roll of his eyes, “Getting so bent out of shape over this is so stupid. Come on, Trace. Let’s go.”

Dan stalked out of the apartment, shaking his head. Tracy trailed along behind him, an apologetic look on her face. Before the two closed the door, Dan turned back and glared at you.

“If you wanna go chasing after gross older men, be my guest. But don’t be surprised when he just uses you and throws you to the side. That’s all guys like him do in places like that. You’re just gonna be another notch in the belt.”

With that, he and Tracy left. A sob left you as you crashed into the couch, hugging your sketchbook. Kevin came around to crouch beside you. He set his hand on your back and sighed.

“Dan’s a dirtbag,” he muttered, “And he’s gotten even worse since he started workin’ for that stupid trashy magazine.”

“I didn’t want anyone to see,” you hiccupped, “They’re mine… I just drew them for me…”

“And that’s cool,” Kevin shrugged, “You’re an artist. Art is how you cope. Wasn’t like you were drawin’ him shirtless or anything.”

You turned to look at him, your face bright red. Kevin grinned at you.

“Put that in your head, didn’t I?”

You glowered and turned your head into the fabric in an attempt to hide your blushing face.

“Jerk,” you mumbled.

Kevin chuckled as he moved to sit beside you on the couch. The two of you sat in silence for a long time before you let out a whoosh of air. Your anger was finally starting to calm.

“Maybe I overreacted a little,” you said, voice muffled by the cushion.

“Nah. Dan deserved it. I woulda chucked the sketchbook at him. I was honestly about to punch. But you don’t need me to defend you.”

You tilted your head up, beaming at your friend.

“Thanks Kevin. Good to know you’re still cool.”

“Always, dude. Cool is my middle name.”

The two of you shared a laugh as you sat up and wiped your eyes. Kevin pointed at the sketchbook.

“Can I see ‘em? It’s cool if ya don’t wanna show me. But I’ve always loved your art.”

You were hesitant but eventually you opened up the sketchbook to show him. He nodded as he flipped through the pages.

“These are pretty good, dude. You’re getting really good at drawing real people.”

“Thanks.”

Kevin inspected one of the sketches and bobbed his head.

“He does have an interesting face.”

You scowled.

“Is that code for ugly?”

“Nah,” Kevin flipped to the next page, “It’s code for- you can like whatever man you want.” He paused for a moment and scowled, “Unless he’s like a child or a serial killer. Then I might say something.”

You giggled as he handed the book back to you.

“Thanks.”

“Hey, no problem.”

You gave him a sideways glance. Hesitantly, you asked a question you were dreading the answer to.

“What are you really thinking? Do you think I’m being gross? Be honest.”

“You’re not being gross,” Kevin said quickly, “Weird? Maybe. Gross? Nah. Weird is right on par with you, dude. You’ve always had interesting tastes… So… are you serious about pursuing a relationship with him? Or are you happy with things as they are?”

You thought for a long moment.

“I want to be his friend,” you said quietly, “I know that sounds dumb and childish… but he’s interesting to me. And if I ever get the courage to tell him how I feel…”

Kevin nodded. After a moment, he heaved a sigh and gave his honest thoughts.

“I don’t think this will be easy. As much as I hate to admit it, Dan did have a point. What would the two of you have in common? I know a relationship is a lot more than just common interests, but… you gotta consider that a guy his age probably enjoys vastly different things than you. And more than likely, he’s gonna see your hobbies and interests as childish.”

You sighed and fell back against the couch.

“Yeah… But so far he hasn’t said anything like that. He’s listened to me talk about my hobbies and he’s never said anything judgmental about them. He said himself that he doesn’t have many hobbies, if any. He’s been a workaholic for the past several years. He’s been trying to break himself of that.”

You thought for a moment, trying to find something you and Norman shared.

“I know we both like good stories. He’s read a lot of classic books. Dude made it through the entirety of the Lord of the Rings.”

“Impressive,” Kevin admitted, “I gave up during the Two Towers.”

You laughed and nodded. They were hard books. And you weren’t about to share where you stopped, or if you had even bothered to read them at all.

“Speaking of Two Towers though, they’re still showing it in theaters.”

“Oh yeah?”

Kevin nodded but frowned.

“I ain’t got time to go see it though. Wish I could. School is kickin’ my butt.”

“Bummer. I meant to go see it back in December, but with no job, I couldn’t really justify spending money on a ticket.”

“Yeah. But now ya got dough,” Kevin grinned. “You could invite Norman to go watch it with you.”

You gapped at Kevin.

“Do you think��� Do you think he’d want to? Cuz like, he did say he was trying to stop overworking. And he does enjoy movies, he just didn’t have time for them before.”

Kevin got to his feet.

“You’ll never know unless ya ask him,” Kevin stretched, “Now come on. Let’s go get somethin’ to eat. I’m starvin’.”

You rose to your feet and gave Kevin a quick hug.

“Thanks for being such a good friend, man.”

“Like I said, it’s no problem, dude.”

You and Kevin left your apartment and you felt strangely free. You had finally named that feeling that was growing inside you. You had been so scared to admit it before, but weirdly enough, Dan’s questioning of Norman helped you finally realize the only name you could call these feelings.

You could say it now.

You were in love with Norman Osborn.