#i don’t owe explanations (lovingly)

[h0use-fly]

Northern Star

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[chastiefoul]

"This thing is heavy, can you hold it for me?"

genshin characters react to “this thing is so heavy, can you hold it for me?” and you held their hand instead.

characters: xiao, zhongli, heizou, kazuha, thoma, diluc, childe, albedo, eula, itto.

part 2!

xiao

he just held out his hand, no questions asked.  xiao would never say it out loud but he’ll always be ready to help you in any way he can. so when you intertwined your hand instead, he only sighed, swiftly coming to a realization. “humans just keep finding new way to be entertained, don’t they?” he says exasperatedly, yet doesn’t seem to be letting go of the grip anytime soon.

zhongli

only chuckles a little, having used to your little antics. he squeezed your hand lovingly, and made a comeback of his own. “my lips feels a little lonely, perhaps you can help me with that. after all you owed me, no?”

heizou

quickly knows what you’re up to and decided to have a little fun of his own. “sorry love, my arm is still quite sore from the training yesterday.” he said, smiling cheekily. you saw his expression and immediately knows that he figured out what you were going to do. “geez, just play along once will you?” you pouted playfully, wanting to cross your arms when he suddenly intertwined his hand with yours, brings it close to his lips and kisses it. “you’d have to try a little harder if you wanted to trick a detective then, how about next time i show you how?” he laughs.

kazuha

“of course, love.” he held out his hand, and when that meets your hand instead, he was thinking for a moment before letting out a laugh. “i cannot believe i just fell for that, although now we’re like this, want to take a walk  to where the breeze feels nice?” he says with his unwavering gentle smile.

thoma

“oh? well i can just use my other free hand then. where is it?” he says while smiling, finding no estrangement in the whole ordeal. this man is so devoted to helping people that he just keep asking where’s the thing you needed help for... eventually you told him that it was only a little joke to hold his hand. “oh! oh.” and you both just had a great laugh out of it.

diluc

“no problem.” he quickly says, without so much of a tone but you knew he’s always happy to help. and when you went to hold his hand he was quite for a moment before realizing your little joke. when you laughed and said you had bested the dark knight hero diluc just stared at you lovingly, your hand is still safe in his.

childe

was quick to figure it out but plays along anyway. “you’re right! this thing is quite heavy i better hold it everywhere i go so you don’t have to.” the man literally did not let go of your hand at all day with a big grin on his face, at some point people just looked at you and wondered had those two’s hands glued together?

albedo

his logical thinking just beats your little prank. “well based on the size and how well your hand is currently holding it, i’d say you’re okay, and the thing inside your hand seems weighted almost nothing so you’d have no problem carrying it around.” you’re a fool if you thought that’d work on him even for a second. “i just wanted to hold your hand, bedo.” you pouted. he only chuckled at your explanation. “there is a simpler way to ask for that, no?” he teased. “fine then, would you hold my hand?”

“certainly.”

eula

was caught off guard when she found that she was holding your hand instead. you only smiled happily at her and eula immediately knows there’s no way she could be mad. but just wait your name once again will be on her list of people she’d have to get revenge on. hmm, somehow your name is always on the bottom list?

itto

“of course!! this oni is not only the greatest but also the strongest one the world has ever seen!!” then he wiggled his fingers as if taunting this heavy thing you’re gonna put on his hand. so when you put your hand instead he just laughed out loud. “this is the heavy thing? this is nothing for me, but no matter!! i shall help you carry it whenever and wherever you like!”

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it was really fun writing these,, let me know if you want me to make this for other characters!!

[guqin-and-flute]

Lan Xichen Episode 42 ✨Face Journeys✨

karetahana said: Listen. i am here literally asking for the analysis if you feel like doing 🤩

OH, WELL IF YOU INSIST *turns with a lovingly embossed binder full of Xichen pictures* This is sincerely self indulgent and long as absolute fuck, just a warning. Bold is a direct quote from the show (Youtube/Netflix)

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OKAY. Episode 42. We start at 30:20, Lan Wangji is sitting next to Wei Wuxian who is convalescing on Lan Wangji’s bed back at the Cloud Recesses after having been stabbed (bummer) during a disaster of a recon mission that landed not only him and Wangji in hot water with everyone (double bummer), but Xichen as well for demanding entry to Jin Guangyao’s secret room (triple bummer). Wuxian is worried about being back in the Cloud Recesses-- “What if your brother finds out?” Enter Xichen, rocking up to the conversation with a fucking joke; “I found out already.” Letting him sweat a little, but as he sounds pretty calm, it’s mostly a ‘it’s hilarious that you think that I wouldn’t know about this, dude.’ (Bro, how are you so chill? How are you so good?)

They get up and bow as he strolls in. Wuxian apologizes for existing here, in his mountain and stuff. Xichen shakes his head with amused fondness; 

and hits them both with this smile that reaches his eyes and says ‘Nah, son, that was me. You can live here while they search for you ‘cause I’m nice and I like you.’

Genuine, comforting, and warm. ‘Glad to have you here, Wuxian.’

WWX and LWJ exchange a look--probably WWX asking for confirmation, LWJ giving it. Then, with zero further ado, WWX jumps right in with “Where’s Chifeng-zun’s body?”

Surprise. Looks like they’re jumping right into it (and I don’t know if Xichen notes this, but I certainly do--with no ‘thank you’ or ‘sorry about that, kinda awkward for everyone’ or pre-emptive offered explanation as to what the fuck went down yesterday at JinLinTai.)

That pain has resurfaced recently and is not easily hidden away. This topic is upsetting.

He turns his back, walks away as he tells them that the body is safe and with Huaisang. He’s not sure he can control what’s going on on his face when it comes to what happened to Da-ge. His eyes move around a lot as he says this--he’s still thinking. 

WWX: What was Jin Guangyao’s reaction? 

LWJ: [slightly bitter] Flawless

At this, Xichen turns back, face under control. (Liebing is in between them, now. Subconsciously defensive?)

He looks between both of them as he speaks and these smiles don’t quite reach his eyes like the first ones. His chin dips down in firmness, his eyebrows are raised in what I personally would interpret as ‘leading expectance.’ The point of this visit is incoming.

LWJ knows that tone, even if WWX doesn’t. 

Looking at WWX, he’s smiling, but still doesn’t quite meet his eyes. There’s something more than just fondness there. “Now that Wei-gongzi is awake...” [pause] 

Looks to Wangji. Abruptly, there is more to his expression--less masking, more intent in his eyes. This is serious and he is being earnest.  ‘Don’t you think you owe me something of an explanation for how nothing you both said was proven after I publicly threw my lot in with you without question and demanded Jin Guangyao open his secret room? And then his wife died inexplicably? And then you fought your way out? And I told you to bring WWX back on good faith because we both care about him and I know what he means to you?’ (Have I mentioned yet how chill Xichen is? And how great?)

LWJ: [slightest of head bows, no expression change] Brother.

Now, I don’t quite know what this is supposed to mean, but Xichen sure does and his reaction makes me think it’s some sort of younger brother sass that he’s used to.

Fond exasperation and some warmth back in his expression. A sigh and an affectionately despairing ‘what am I going to do with you?’ But he’s still waiting. 

LWJ: Brother. Jin Guangyao does indeed have Chifeng-zun’s head.

This is not an explanation or proof. It’s a doubling down of what they have said before with no further information. 

Immediate disbelief--’This again.’ He covers it quickly, mask back up, but there is a tightly held patience in his smile that does not bode well for LWJ or WWX.  The pleasantry starts to leave even if the smile remains.

LWJ: He saw it with his own eyes

And oh holy shit. That fake, tight smile drops away, and there is something almost cold in his eyes for a moment, here. We have hit the heart of it. His eyes flick over to WWX and a low, troubling cello note plays in the background. Deep displeasure at this answer. (This is one of those times when I remember that Xichen is, in fact, quite a dangerous monster hunter.)

WWX knows how this sounds and does not meet his gaze. He, at least, shows he’s aware of what Xichen is getting at.

Xichen stares a moment more, looks back at Wangji and very visibly swallows back anger as his jaw flexes. 

When he blinks, the smile is back. He holds a lot of tension in the corners of his mouth as he forces it. There is anger in them there hills. He is frustrated. Wangji is deliberately not seeing things from his perspective, as he has repeatedly tried to do for him and Wuxian. Xichen is trying very hard to be reasonable and calm about this.

LXC: You believe in Wei-gongzi? LWJ: I do. LXC: [in the manner of a teacher leading you to an answer] What about Jin Guangyao? LWJ: Not credible. 

[Slightly jarring cut to Xichen from farther away, (and blurry as hell?) clearly a different take, but whatever]  He sighs and comes closer and--YAY--fond exasperation is back. ‘You are being deliberately obtuse, bro.’ 

LXC: Then how do you judge who is credible or not? [Pause] LWJ: [silence] LXC: You trust Wei-gongzi and I trust Jin Guangyao. [Expectant pause]

He’s being patient again. ‘You know, like 16 years ago? When no one trusted Wei Wuxian or looked for all the facts? And just relied on hearsay? Do you see what I’m getting at? Is this familiar at all, Wangji? There are parallels that you should be able to empathize with.’ 

Silence from Wangji as he stares into the middle distance around the area of Xichen’s shoulders. 

Xichen elaborates further into this silence, saying something along the lines of; ‘neither of us saw the head, we’re going on trust--both of us. You do not have solid evidence beyond hearsay whereas I am working off of years of personal experience as evidence from my perspective. You do understand that I’m going to need more than this, right? I have not seen Wei Wuxian in 16 years and the last time I did he was trying to murder us all.’ (Well. Okay, maybe not in so many words, but that’s the gist.) During the majority of this speech, the camera slowly pans past Xichen speaking, zooming in on Wangji’s face. 

He is deliberately closed off. He is not responding to Xichen verbally and his nonverbal signals are basically, ‘I disagree. I disagree. I disagree.’ Then, we get this little batch of juicy facial expressions along with a speech.

So much is here. Frustration, fear, pleading, asking to be understood. He is intense and earnest. ‘You’re not trying to understand my position. Please.’ He ends with this face.

Waiting. He is losing his composure. This is a Lan fight, now; he is no longer really considering the fact that there is anyone else seeing him or hearing him other than Wangji. There is a beat of silence. Wuxian looks at Wangji. The camera cuts to Wangji and nothing has changed in his face at all during this pronouncement and he is still not looking at him. Xichen tries again.

There is less mobility in his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth are tight again. He is disbelieving. ‘So your reason is allowed to be because Wei Ying said so but mine isn’t allowed to be I’ve watched this happen before to you and I refuse to be party to another mob before I have all the facts? You’re not even going to try to understand when I’ve done all I can to try to understand you?’ He ends with this face, for a few moments, clearly hurt.

Wangji remains silent, but he looks down and away with his eyes. Wuxian breaks in, says, “Lan-zongzhu,” almost reprimanding, obviously tense. And it’s clear that Xichen had forgotten that he was there because here’s the face journey that started this whole post.

He looks to Wuxian instinctively without masking, reminded of his presence. It takes him a second but he blinks and and realizes what he’s done.

Goes inside. Has whatever dialogue with himself that he has whenever he dares to have an undiplomatic and entirely “selfish” emotion. Takes in a breath. Makes himself presentable with a smile. And reassures Wuxian that he still plans on being impartial and will not reveal where Wei Wuxian is. Wuxian bows and thanks him for this.

Xichen almost says something--or maybe he’s thinking--but all he does is sigh. He looks vaguely regretful and is clearly reeling himself back in. He does not reply and he does not look at Wangji. Wangji is staring past him. (The boys are fightiiiiing.)

In this opening, Wei Wuxian steps closer and insists, very seriously, that Mingjue’s head really was in Jin Guangyao’s posession. And Xichen does this.

He steels his jaw, takes a breath, and smiles. ‘Sure kid. What I say clearly doesn’t matter. Because we’re here again.’ Now, he talks with Wei Wuxian and he is measured and patient and perfectly pleasant. Sometimes, his face grows serious when he listens. 

But when he speaks--either right before or during--he smiles this smile. 

He ends all of his sentences with this smile.

Even when Wuxian suggests that it might have been the music being played that drove Mingjue to qi deviation, he blinks, sighs, and says;

It is all nearly the exact same expression. It is perfectly acceptable, completely polite. But it is not familiar or warm and it does not reach his eyes. It is defensive, covering up whatever other emotional reaction he might have to Wei Wuxian’s words. Any vulnerability is gone. He is not offering it to Wei Wuxian. He is no longer asking to be understood. He simply repeats, in different ways, ‘You do not have hard facts. You have not brought me proof. I’m sorry, but you have not convinced me.’

Xichen does not look at Wangji through this entire conversation and Wangji says nothing. Wuxian offers to show Xichen proof--the thing he’s been asking for this whole time--and his reaction is to nod.

And smile the same exact smile.

[todoshotoroki]

I LOOOOVE your writing! Especially your Todoroki ones, for the 500 followers requests (CONGRATS BTW) maybe a really soft, fluffy smutty moment with our boyfriend?

Warnings: slight smut, fluff, f reader x concerned clueless Todoroki. 〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 500 (500 followers celebration)

   “Ow!”

   The naked body hovering above you instantly tensed up at your whimper, and the soft hair that had been tickling the underside of your jaw was quickly removed from the crook of your neck. Taking the wet, swollen pair of lips along with it, and leaving purple bruises in their wake.

   Instead, you were met with wide bi-colored eyes staring down at you anxiously, Shoto’s arms planted on each side next to your head as he hovered over your frame.

   “What’s wrong? What did I do?” He sat himself upright, flaunting his toned chest from between your legs, which were wrapped around his hips to prevent him from completely pulling himself from you. Gently, and very cautiously, he set his hand on your knee to steady himself.

   “Your okay Sho, I just hit my funny bone, that’s all” You responded, holding your elbow as it continued to send sharp tingles up your arm.

   What you had meant to do was intertwine your fingers into your boyfriend's hair, but as you lifted your arm, you smacked your elbow on the corner of his nightstand, hitting just the right spot to make you flinch, and distract Shoto from his mission of tasting your skin.

   Todoroki’s fingers encased your wrist and slithered up your arm, replacing your own hand with his own heated touch. He gently rubbed small circles into your flesh, and you glanced up to see the way his whole face was very bothered and concerned. “I don’t think you being in pain is funny at all, my love” He said, completely, and seriously, clueless.

   Of course, this made you let out an uncontrollable giggle, your eyes closing in the process. Which means you missed the way Todoroki’s eyebrows only furrowed in confusion as he continued to rub your elbow, the tingling having been long gone by now. “..am I supposed to find this funny? You’re hurt” He leaned over you once again, casting a shadow across your whole body.

   Todoroki was confused, and figured maybe hitting your elbow caused more harm than he had thought. So he brought his hand up, cupping your cheeks and pressing his palm flat against your forehead. No, you weren’t running a fever.

   “Y-you’re so cute Shoto” You said through your fit of laughter, your hands coming up to cup his own face.

   You could feel the way his skin heated up from your praise and touch, making  his hard cock twitch in his boxers against your inner thigh. As you continued to smile lovingly at him, Shoto couldn't help giving into the urge to begin a slight grind against your own panties.

   Though he knew you were still in some sort of discomfort, his expression of concern slowly began to morph back into a flustered, pleasurable one.

   “A-are you sure your okay Y/n? You really shouldn’t be laughing” You couldn’t help it, Todoroki’s clueless concern was adorable, especially the way his tone suddenly got so breathless, even a bit whiny.

   Shoto couldn’t help but feel it was his fault, he had you very distracted, he was the reason you raised your hand in the first place, and people’s hands were always cursed to be injured around him.

   It was a triple violation.

   “No Todo” You responded in a soft voice, as you began your explanation, mindlessly playing with the hair behind his ears “Have you ever hit your elbow? And your whole arm tingles?”

   Todoroki’s slight grinding against your panties paused, and he looked down at you with a slow nod of his head. “Yeah, a lot while training” You could see the realization dawning behind his eyes, the look of understanding spreading along his features along with a tiny smile, one he could let out now knowing you were not injured.

“People call it hitting their funny bone, honey” You felt his body fall against yours in relief, making butterflies erupt in your stomach as you puckered your lips.

   "You’re okay” He breathed against your lips, gently pressing his mouth into yours.

   “You’re okay” He repeated, closing his eyes as he interlocked your lips once again, this time for a much longer, much more meaningful kiss. “I’m okay” You reassured against his lips, making him tilt his head back just enough for a breath of air.

   His eyes fluttered open, and you could see the ghost of a smirk adorn his face. “Well, Y/n” He said with a raspy tone. 

   You weren’t sure when his hand disappeared underneath the blanket covering the both of you, but you could feel his fingers ghosting along your inner thigh.

“Should I keep making the rest of your body tingle?”

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒:  “𝒲𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒮𝒽𝑜 𝓂𝑒? ”

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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[dancingdanvers]

“Always knew you’d do awesome things.” Carrie smiled lovingly as he spoke about his time in Burbank, how he stood by his self worth when it came to Dreamworks, chest swelling with pride. A kernel of regret still niggling in her chest as she wished she could have been around for that at the time but knowing she had to live with the choices she’d made. They had been hers at the end of the day, no one else was the blame for them. “Warner Bros, that’s huge Pax.” Giving his hand another squeeze. 

This time Carrie wasn’t going to let Pax brush away his emotions in order to save hers - she owed him that much, to listen to him and face up to the way she’d made him feel over the two years she was gone. 

Taking a couple of shaking breaths as he extended more grace towards her than she deserved the blonde reached out with her other hand as well, holding both of his as she gave him a small smile with the echo of tears starting to form in her eyes. How could she ever have walked away from this man? It made her want to smack some sense into past her but those were things she had to bare now. The consequences of her own actions. 

“I should have told you, trusted you, I know that. I think the irrational panic side of my brain took over and…” Swallowing, taking a breath, pressing her lips together. “I promise you I am never going to vanish again without explanation.” Voice full of conviction as she looked her friend dead in the eyes, holding his gaze for a prolonged moment to drive home just how genuine her promise was. “I don’t like thinking of you worrying, I thought I was doing what was best but in hindsight it was selfish and cruel. I made you let me help you when … with…you know and I should have given you the same opportunity.” 

The thick milkshake to the left of her hands had been forgotten as it started to melt into a milky mess, condensation running down the side of the tall glass to pool in a small puddle of water at the bottom. Utterly irrelevant in this moment. 

“I love you, Pax. And I’m so sorry. I know those are just words but I will show you how serious I am about that through my actions. I’m just…really really glad to be back with you - feel like the part of me I cut out with a blunt knife when I left has finally come back. Plus Hindley thinks you're just...the coolest." She added lightly at the end with a smile.

"Concept art. For television." Pax smiles at the memories of driving through those studio gates for the first time. "That was at Warner Bros. Dreamworks thought they were slick — put me into the storyboarding crew. Part of why I quit." As an illustration major, the finished work of projects is what scratches his brain just right. Not sketchwork and unfinished designs. He understands the importance in the animation process, but he just didn't want to be a part of it.

Now, at least, he can pick up commissions for project covers and various other works. On his own schedule, (within deadlines), with him own mediums, and he can accept or reject anything asked of him.

But at some point the glitter of Los Angeles fades into smoggy skies, the highways a slow moving blockade of cars, and the adobe houses feel more fake than some of the celebrities he'd see walking around the studios. At least Aurora Bay feels more real. Nothing like Stillwater - as if anything in California could fit that small Minnesotan town feel. He misses the snow in the winters, the endless pine forests, and well as the rivers.

Paxton is more than happy to barrel on through to the next topic, but Carrie catches him. She is well aware of his tendency to try and let things roll off his shoulders, bottling everything up and waiting for it to fade on its own. He supposes he shouldn't expect anything less of the one person who'd been by his side more than anyone. Her only rival had been his own parents in that aspect, but as a friend (more than at one point, and in some ways, still) she'd been unwavering.

"It's — I…" he inhales, unsure of how to even organize his thoughts on it. Betrayal is too strong a word, but there isn't another he could find. At least then that is how it felt. Now, it's much less. He is more empathetic, or trying to be, anyway, as he listens to all Carrie has to say. "I don't think digging up old feelings will fix anything. But, maybe a promise to not just vanish again. Not without explanation?"

It's hard to even ask that of her being it's more for his own peace of mind. "I'd never think that. Ever. It's life, things happen. I wouldn't judge you for anything." Pax also could never put himself in her shoes. He won't experience that sort of situation in his life, not in the capacity Carrie has: pregnant and scared.

"I didn't like worrying. I get why you did what you did. I isolated myself when, well-" eyes back down to their hands joined in the middle of the table. He tried, Carrie was still right there. "It's okay. I promise."

[asmrtist-brainrot]

Flying Sparks

Pairing(s): Daz X Gender Neutral! Stormchaser! Reader

Summary: During a confrontation with your ex-fiancée, your divine appeared... None to happy with what he’d heard.

A/N: So... I really quite like Daz so far and I really wanted to write something for him. Honestly can not wait to see the full romance route with this dude.

Warning(s): Confrontational language. Angry Daz.

"I've already devoted myself." Again it is said, though this time - more exhausted than the last. "I will only give my hand and my body to worship. No mortal man will lay hands upon me."

"Maybe I'd be best as a travelling sort." You mused to yourself.

The storm brewing delicately in the crystal hung 'round your neck, a warmth that steadily increased with the sound of thunder distantly ringing above the heavens. They hummed together in tandem and a smile curled your lips.

The air was damp.

Enough to make one drown in it.

How the lightning cracks so beautifully across the grey sky.

"I don't understand," The man growled as he glared again at you "not too long ago you seemed so ready to be wed and now you've decided instead that your faith mattered more to you?"

"Yes." You drawl, slower this time as if speaking to a petulant child.

Though that wasn't too far from the truth.

He bristled at the mocking and hissed, "It is not as if Daz would be willing to take to you after you leave this plane, especially as there are so many others he could have."

Slowly, you blink at him, annoyed.

"I know."

"Then why!?" He demanded, getting straight in your face.

Cringing, wiping the spit from your cheek, you simply draw back. Annoyed that he was invading your personal space, especially when you feel the crystal hum upon your chest - calling you away to search for the eye of the storm brewing overhead.

"I owe you no such explanation; our engagement was dissolved." You stated, almost witheringly staring at him in distaste, "You are not my husband, nor my keeper or friend. My devotion to Daz is because of my love for chaos, my love to adore the beauty within disaster. I will not be satisfied by a life subjugated to playing house-spouse a mortal, especially not tied to a man like you."

Your former fiancée snarled, before his hand snapped up and gripped onto the crystal.

Watching on in boredom as he snatched it away after a rather hearty zap rocketed up his arm, leaving him reeling and clutching it in pain.

He hissed at you, "What would your father say about this?"

Almost reverently, you smile. Fingers slipping along the smooth sides of the present that protected you, sighing quietly when the thrum of thunder matched your pulse. Static almost lovingly cradling your fingertips in turn.

"My love for Daz is unopposed."

The crackle of energy in the air sent your heart a flutter.

"Because he thought it best I be married to my devotion."

A flash lit the sky and struck the ground, the smell of smoke and ash filling your lungs. The pressure in the air grew, winds billowing your robes as you turn to where the bolt touched the ground.

Out of melted rock and blackened trees, Daz stepped from the crater - the tumultuous weather clearly a sign of his bad mood from the look on his face.

A shiver curled through you.

Almost like a thrill.

He approached, long hair whipping around him. Skin and eyes a glow, he cut a powerful sight - bright like the strikes that grow in frequency.

A wild fury, one of scorched earth and molten fire, painted his face.

Truly the image of raw power.

He was beauty in it’s most dangerous form.

One that set your assailant scrambling backwards in fear, babbling something or other.

Daz reached your side, thick, strong arms setting themselves on your waist. He barely gave the bastard a passing glare before he turned to you, signature smirk curling the corners of his mouth. Though this was sharper, baring his teeth to you.

If only to remind you of when they were buried in your shoulder.

“Ready to go?”

Slipping your arms over his neck and shoulders, you lean right against him - relishing in the warmth seeping to your skin.

You smile at your husband, pendant glowing warm on your collarbone.

“Of course.”

[the-faces-and-voices-in-my-head]

A Miracle in September

Alright, let me give you a short explanation for what will happen next.

I am not a writer and I will never see myself as a writer.

However, I might have some ideas hidden deep down and they happen to float when they grow bigger than my brain and my heart to take.

You guys are the best place to share whatever you will read with.

You are more than welcome to love it, hate it, or ignore it.

But of course, If It is up to me, I hope it gives you a happy moment.

@i-am-no-body Since it was your request to write something, I did it now let's share whatever reactions we get together XD

It was a windy day, the leaves and thin branches were moving with the wind proving how strong it was; sitting in his wheelchair, Levi Ackerman watched the scene quietly from the large window in his room.

It started as a beautiful day of the autumn season.

Levi's favorite season.

He was lost in his thoughts until a tiny persistent sound forced him back to reality. He pushed the wheelchair closer to the window where he saw a cat struggling to stay balanced on the edge of another close window to his.

-Tch! what an idiot!

The cat made this long heart-wrenching sound as if she was screaming for help, Levi lived on the fifth floor and if she fell, it would be a deadly fall for sure. Levi watched her for a moment then moved his wheelchair again to get one of his crutches that he often uses when he has to move longer than the usual distance he can walk.

He supported the crutch while pushing its wide end to where the scared cat stood. He thought he might create a bridge for her to reach to his window and he will take her inside; the cat didn't disappoint him, she started moving carefully walking on the crutch until she reached Levi's window and jumped into his lap.

Levi caught her with one hand, pulled the crutch back, and closed the window with the other hand.

-Here...I got you...Don't be scared.

The cat's heart was beating faster than usual even for her, Levi checked if she was injured anywhere then decided to start by feeding her.

-Wait here, I will make you a tasty lunch.

Levi has always been kind to animals, stray cats were his closest friends in his childhood so he didn't try to hide his love and kindness towards them as he has always done among humans.

Levi got up slowly and went towards the kitchen.

-Captain Levi!

Falco ran after Levi trying to help him in whatever he needed to walk for.

-Bring me a clean bowl Falco.

Not knowing what for, Falco brought a bowl to Levi, White milk filled the bowl while Falco watched in confusion: Captain...Are you hungry?

-Tch, do you think I drink milk from a bowl, brat?

Falco raised his hand in defense: No...no...I thought you are preparing cereals...they are usually put in milk.

-Ce...What?

-Falcoooo, I found a cute cat in captain Levi's room!

Levi was one who responded: Why are you in my room in the first place Gabi?

Gabi came with a wide happy smile on her face holding the cat excitedly: We wanted to check on you captain...we missed you and planned to spend the day with you.

Levi knew why...and he was grateful to the two brats whom he considered as a family ever since the nightmare ended.

He was aware what day tomorrow is but they came earlier than he expected them to come.

The doorbell rang and quiet knocks followed.

-MR ONYANKOPON IS HERE CAPTAIN LEVI!

Gabi's voice rang in the house while Levi was walking to the living room where Gabi took the cat.

-Falco, how do you survive this noisy one without going deaf?

Falco smiled shyly: I got used to her, captain.

And Levi knew more than anyone how to live with a loud cheerful one.

-Oh, where did you find this beautiful one, Levi?

-She was stuck like an idiot on the edge of a near window.

Onyankopon smiled and said: then you saved her right?

Levi's slightly blushing face answered for him.

Onyankopon continued: Once a hero, always a hero.

-Shut up smart hat!

Onyankopon laughed knowing how Levi reacts to compliments yet he never stopped expressing his admiration and gratitude to the man who saved the world despite everything he lost...and everyone.

The cat jumped from Gabi's arm to Levi's lap again ignoring the food.

-Oh? the cat already chose her owner Gabi!

-Well, this just gives me more reasons to stay with Captain Levi.

Levi stroked the white fur lovingly and talked to the cat: what? not hungry? or you didn't like it?

The cat returned the kind gesture by touching Levi's fingers with her paw then jumped again to where the bowl is and started drinking the milk in a graceful manner.

-Levi! The cat is well behaved! I thought she is going to make a mess!

Levi watched her silently but the admiration was obvious on his handsome face.

Gabi said: I will prepare the lunch then, come with me, Falco!

Falco's blushing cheeks explained what he wanted so the two men nodded in approval.

Onyankopon smiled and said: Ah that young love.

Levi didn't respond, verbally at least but he raised his hand and touched the stitches on his face nodding in agreement quietly.

Onyankopon knew how Levi felt.

It was the afternoon of the 4th of September.

In reality, it was a reminder of the unforgettable one they lost almost a year ago and in a better world, it would be almost her birthday.

Onyankopon closed his eyes for a moment and whispered: Happy Birthday Commander Hange...

As if she was called, the cat returned to Levi's lap again with a graceful jump but this time she climbed his chest and with her little paw touched the stitches on his face.

Both of the men were surprised and confused.

Levi's eye on this side was no longer able to serve him but he still felt the cat's careful touch, she traced the stitches carefully and gently as if she knew how delicate and important these stitches are.

The awkward silence lasted for almost a minute then the cat looked up as if she was seeing something on the ceiling.

She started to purr in satisfaction.

Levi was surprised by what she did but he enjoyed it nonetheless: you are such a weird ball of fur.

Onyankopon picked the topic: what are you going to call her?

Levi seemed surprised by the question.

He never considered keeping the cat.

-I didn't say I am keeping this furball.

-But she is so smart, clean and polite and she likes you a lot.

-She will make a mess sooner or later...You can keep her if you want.

-I am not the one being licked, touched, and loved by her sadly.

The cat was awake and listening, she flipped on her back in an adorable way touching Levi's sleeves with two paws.

-Hahahaha, Is she flirting now?

-If she is then she is an idiot.

Onyankopon shook his head without commenting on what Levi said, he learned that these words are signs of affection from Levi.

-Come on Levi, Pick a name.

-I don't have one...I will call her cat.

-Oh for god's sake Levi, she is a cat, I said a name.

-Why the hell do I need to call a cat with a name in the first place? I haven't lost my mind yet.

-It does not mean you lost your mind, it means that you care about your pet...Think of something related to her, her appearance, your feelings about her...anything she made you feel.

-Idiot...She is an idiot one so I will call her "Idiot"...Happy?

The cat hit Levi's hand lightly with her paw before biting it softly, almost tickled him.

Onyankopon didn't try to hold his laughter: See? She didn't like it, Levi.

Levi carried her and looked into her blue eyes.

It was exactly like the sea he saw for the first time with her...

That day...

He didn't show it but what he felt was pure joy.

Hange's beautiful face.

Her cheerful laugh.

Her curious comments.

He felt it all even if nobody noticed.

The sea for him was a reminder of the pure joy he once felt.

He hesitated before saying in a low unsure tone: How about...Joy?

Onyankopon answered immediately: I love it.

The cat seemed to like it too.

Gabi and Falco finished cooking and started serving the lunch.

The hours passed quickly.

They talked, joked, and laughed.

At 10 PM, Levi decided to go to sleep.

Falco and Gabi decided to stay in the other room Levi prepared for them.

Onyankopon shyly asked to stay and he was ok with sleeping on the big sofa if Levi accepted.

Levi didn't have the courage to disappoint them...and didn't want to do it.

He was grateful for this kind of love he got from all of them.

He knew how having a family may feel.

He knew how having a trustworthy friend can be.

Far from fears of loss, blood, and destruction, these feelings were different from what he experienced in his life and he wanted to cherish them even if he could not express them clearly.

After he closed the door of his room, he noticed that the cat sneaked in.

-Tch, I will not let you sleep on the bed.

The cat jumped on the near chair and stayed there.

Levi was prepared for a short fight, he was even considering giving in to the cat's desire if she insisted.

-Well, Good.

He started taking off his clothes to wear something more comfortable but he stopped abruptly when he heard a feminine voice: Are you sure you want to do that while I am sitting here?

He raised his head instantly towards the direction of the voice.

What he saw was almost a hallucination...

A woman he knew very well was sitting there where Joy was.

Levi needed a few seconds to speak: Ma!!!

She got up and sat beside him on the bed: I...I am not your mother but I thought you would love to see her face after all these years...was it a bad idea?

Levi didn't find the words.

He was sure that it was a dream.

He was sure that none of this was real.

But if it was a dream why isn't she in it?

-Are you thinking about the smiling woman with glasses?

Her kind smile matched his mother's.

He could finally speak: How do you know both of them? and...Who are you?

She kept the kind smile: You named me Joy.

-Then I am dreaming? or...Am I dying?

She touched his face like his mother did in an old dream of his and shook her head: Neither...It is just that I owe you.

The question didn't leave Levi's head but she answered it: some cats are not only mere cats, we live in this world disguising ourselves in forms, cats are our favorite since humans love it and respect it, they even worshipped them.

-So...You are not a cat?

-I know you are new to this world and the concept of miracles is not a familiar one to you but I am one of god's creatures, powerful enough to repay your kindness.

-Can you bring back the dead?

Levi asked without thinking then he felt a mix of shame and sadness.

-I don't think I need to go that far.

Levi's widened eyes asked before he did: what do you mean?

His mother's face smiled kindly: Cats can see spirits, I tried to make you notice when I played with her.

Levi repeated in a hopeful voice: Her?

She nodded: The cheerful one with glasses? Don't you know she has been by your side all the time?

Levi was surprised beyond words.

He asked her to watch over him.

She never abandoned him once.

Even in death...He was her priority.

-You named me joy and saved me when you could ignore me and now I know how I will pay my debt. She didn't wait for Levi's confused question and said: She tied herself to you with a string of fate, with every stitch, it held a wish and a prayer to the one your new friend spoke of.

She was desperate to keep you alive so she put all her hopes in these wishes and entrusted the mighty creator to keep you safe.

Levi knew she was speaking about Hange.

She continued: Her spirit never abandoned you so all I need to do is to give her a form that your human senses can feel and that...I can do.

Levi knew it was a dream yet he didn't try to wake up.

He was afraid to wake up.

The kind dear face of his mother gave him the same loving look he remembers and said: You are a very good man Levi Ackerman and If we crossed paths again in this life or the next ones, I will make sure to keep this friendship...

Now, remember what I will say, I spared a life of my nine lives to your beloved, she shall live for as long as you will, you are tied with a string of fate and never-ending love. You will be her connection to the world of living this time when your life ends, her connection ends, and if you gave up on loving her...

Levi interrupted her with all the feelings swelling in his heart: Never!

Joy smiled as if she knew already: Wait for her rebirth Levi Ackerman, I hope you will find the joy you once felt with her in your remaining years. I shall take my leave.

Before he could ask about what she meant, a strong wind engulfed both of them while Joy's voice rang for the last time: May your life be blessed both of you.

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Levi woke up feeling a heavy weight on his chest but he didn't open his eyes yet. He had this dream and he wished he could never wake up. He truely hoped for that rebirth the mysterious being spoke of.

A faint touch played with his hair.

It was so soft....so kind.

A dear voice followed it: Wake up Levi...

His eyes opened slowly.

He thought he was still dreaming though.

She could never be here for real...could she?

-I missed you clean freak.

His heartbeats doubled maybe tripled even.

He could barely say: This is a dream...

She smiled as he has always remembered: tough luck Levi, I think you are stuck with me for another round.

Levi didn't find the words at this moment but he did the one thing he regretted not doing all the past years.

He hugged Hange as if he was trying to keep her inside his chest.

She was surprised by what he did but she hugged him even tighter.

-I have been stalking you all the time.

Levi's hot tears fell on her shoulder, she felt them but she didn't want to leave his arms yet, she continued: I am happy you made it alive out of that hell Levi, I am proud of you, I have always been.

His body shook briefly as he let go of his pain, longing, and sadness while Hange kept stroking his hair and his back softly and lovingly.

They didn't know how long they stayed this way.

They felt pure happiness.

They felt pure bliss that night.

Hange could finally take a good look at Levi's face.

-You are still so damn handsome, Levi.

His eyes were still wet as he stroked her cheek tenderly.

-Say something Levi...

He looked into her hazel brown eyes: Don't Go Hange!

Her heart fluttered as she responded: Didn't you hear that you are my lifeline? I am alive again as long as you live, as long as you want me to be.

-Do you mean that...You can't die before I die?

Hange looked surprised then said: well, I think she meant normal death but not accidents, maybe we should tr...

Levi grabbed Hange's hair longingly forcing her closer to him: Shut up four eyes...Shut up...This time you will never go anywhere without me and whatever the reason that may take your life, I will be by your side...I am not making the same mistake again...Got it?

She touched his forehead with hers and whispered: Got it.

The large clock outside announced the time.

Levi's door was opened by Gabi who was calling his name as she opened: Captain Levi who are you talking t...huh?

Hange got up spreading her arms: Gabiiiii!

Falco and Onyankopon were no different from Gabi.

Onyankopon was the one who noticed that the cat was nowhere to be seen: Levi...Is it somehow related to Joy?

Levi nodded: I might be still dreaming.

Falco who was crying and yet trying to soothe the crying Gabi as well said: I...I can see you Hange San, we can't be dreaming at the same time...you...you really are here...it is like Christmas Miracle.

Onyankopon was the one who answered: God does not need a month to give us a miracle Falco then he held both of Hange's hands and kissed them happily: It is a blessing and we can only be grateful we witnessed it.

It was 12:05 am after midnight, the 5th of September, and a rebirth of a never-dying connection and a never-ending love.

[elena-reina]

A Soul - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Can you make one where Draco and a female reader were hooking up in secret? Draco falls in love just to find out she has a muggle parents but is magical herself? Basically a mudblood but more emphasis on muggle - chaoticdeanzonkland

Warnings: some fluff, angst

Y/H: Your house- ie. Slytherin, Hufflepuff, etc. 

Y/H/C: Your house color

Part 2

A fire crackled in the Slytherin commonroom projecting long shadows on the surrounding area. The light casted by the flames danced across the dark shadows of the room in obscure shapes and provided a small radius of light. The warmth of the fire fillled the room with its warm embrace. The flames were mesmerizing to watch, colors of orange and red gave way to yellow and white near the centre, where the emanating heat was the greatest. 

You exhaled a quiet sigh snuggling closer to Draco. The sun had already tured itself over to the moon permitting it to be evening. Everyone else had been long gone in their rooms sleeping, or so you thought. You didn’t know what hour it was, but it must’ve been late because you could feel Draco becoming more sluggish as the minutes passed by, not that you minded. This was one of the very few times were the two of you could enjoy some peace and company together. 

The truth of the matter is that the two of you had been meeting in secret for the longest. It started off as a light friendship of the two of you teasing each other and then grew into a blossoming affection for one another. With Draco’s hard exterior and a few secrets of your own, you both thought it was best to keep your relationship a secret.

Your thoughts were interupted by soft snores coming from the boy you loved above you. Gazing up at him, you smiled warmly. You raised your arm and cupped his cheek, gently rubbing it with your thumb.

“Draco,” you whispered softly. He stirred a bit and tiredly opened his grey eyes. They were slightly red from how exhausted he was from throughout the day.

“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to doze off there,” he mumbled still trying to wake himself up.

You shook your head and sat up, now longer leaning on him. He was tired and it would not be fair of you to keep him up. “Go to bed, it’s alright-”

“No,” he cut you off, “This is one of the handful of times we get to be with each other unbothered.”

You smiled as he leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. Pulling away, you gazed back into his eyes.

“We will still see each other more, but it’ll be better when we are both well rested, don’t you agree?” you grinned. 

A yawn escaped his mouth in response, scratching the back of his head.

“Good answer,” you laughed and stood up, holding out a hand for him to grab onto. He begrudgingly grabbed it and hoisted himself up. Towering over you, he cupped your cheeks placing, first, a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and lastly your lips.

“I think..,” he began, “No, I know I’m falling head over heels in love with you.”

A blushed rose to your cheeks. You couldn’t contain your excitement as you smiled from ear to ear. He’s never said this before.

Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince, just said he was in love with you.

“You really mean it?”

Grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest, right above his heart, he spoke. “With all my heart.”

Throwing your arms around his neck, you crashed your lips to his once more, savoring each kiss. You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Never in a million years did you think you’d ever get to talk to Draco Malfoy, let alone get a confession.

Pulling away, you couldn’t stop smiling. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“Till tomorrow,” he mumbled quietly, but lovingly. Letting go, you walked to your Y/H bedroom.

The next morning, the first ray of sun beamed through the Y/H/C curtains, turning the stillness of the night into a peaceful morning. A fleck of sunlight glittered on the window pane, reflecting the light into the room. You sat up letting a yawn escape your lips. Remembering the events of last night, you held your rosy cheeks, you still couldn’t help but blush. Stepping out onto the hardwood floor, you shuddered at the cold as a light breeze greeted you for a good day ahead.

You got dressed in your usual robes and exited to the Grand Hall for breakfast. Everybody’s eyes were on you, but you were oblivous to it. Sitting at the Y/H table, you were greeted by your friends.

“G’mornin’ Y/N,” Sylvia chirped.

“Morning!” Adrian said.

“Good morning you guys,” you smiled warmly. 

The moment you slid into your seat, Sylvia and Adrian began filling your plate with food: Eggs, ham, piles of fried potatoes, fruit, and an elegant glass of orange juice.

“What’s with all this?” you laughed. They never served you before, naturally making you suspicious of their actions.

“When were you going to tell us the news?” Adrian grinned.

Your heart dropped and your voice grew quiet. “..What news?” You began to stuff your mouth with some of the food, to inevitably buy yourself more time for what’s to come.

“Not going to lie, I am a little hurt that you hadn’t told us before,” Sylvia piped in.

“About..?”

“Aboooouuut you and Malfoy! Duh!” she exclaimed.

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no!

No one was supposed to know about your relationship, at least not yet. Draco hasn’t even learned that you are not a pure-blood, or so you think. His reputation meant everything to him and you just wanted to be able to have one thing to yourself that you wouldn’t have to feel ashamed of. A look a worry washed over your face, your friends took note of this.

“Hey, Y/N,” Slyvia began, “Are you alright?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you regained consiousness in your conversation. “How did you guys find out? Who did you hear it from?”

They looked at each other and shrugged.

“I don’t really know, we over heard some third-years talking about the two of you oddly, but we don’t know who they heard it from,” Adrian mumbled, “Although, I must say I am surprised that he does not mind dating a person of your background.”

Your furrowed your eyebrows, somewhat offended.

“Excuse you.”

“He didn’t mean it like that. I believe what he’s trying to say is that Malfoy doesn’t really date, and if he does we would assume it would be with someone that’s pureblooded, again no offense to your background because we love you,” Sylvia cleared up. 

You rolled your eyes and looked over to where Draco would usually sit for breakfast, however he wasn’t there. Instead a random Slytherin was there, making kissy faces to mock you. Scrunching your nose in disgust, you turned back to your plate and continued to eat.

Throughout the whole day, you’ve been waiting to bump into Draco. But to no avail, somehow he managed to be missing all day. 

As a matter of fact, you hadn’t seen him for the past coming weeks going on since people had found out the two of you were “official,” if you could even call it that. And on top of it all, you still had no idea how anyone found out in the first place. You spent sleepless nights just waiting for the day you could talk to him, let alone just be able to see him wandering around somewhere.

All the spots you would usually meet up with Draco, he was never there. It was like he had disappeard from existence and left the school. You would go early to the Dining Hall somedays to try and see him, but he never showed up.

After weeks of having no luck to find him, luckily, there was a Quidditch game between Slytherin and Ravenclaw that was going to end soon. You never really went to any of the games, but this time you did in hopes of finding Draco because you knew he would be there for his team. 

Fortunately, you arrived in just enough time before the game was about to end and Slytherin had ultimately won. Soaring around on his broom stick, you saw that familiar head of platinum hair. A feint smile rose to your cheeks as you walked down the stairs and waited at the end of the field that the players have to walk through to go to their locker rooms. You stood off to the side, out of the way of everyone as both the Slytherin and Ravenclaw players were walking back. Slytherin was cheering as they won this one and Draco had a genuine smile on his face. 

He walked past you, not noticing you were there, until you spoke up.

“Draco!” you called. He then heard you and clenched his jaw, but kept walking picking up his speed.

“Draco, wait up!” you yelled after him while clumsily bumping into some of the Quidditch players while doing so. 

“Hi, passing through-.. sorry... excuse me..- I’ve just- Hey!” you repeated over and over trying to get through them and reach him. Getting just close enough, you grabbed onto his robe, the only thing within reach, and held him back.

“Draco,” you breathed softly as you finally reached him.

He snapped turning around, glaring down at you. “It’s Malfoy to you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, taken back by his sudden reaction and demeanor. You stiffened up not knowing what to say. You hadn’t seen him in weeks, you didn’t know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t this.

“I.. what’s going on with you,” you frowned, attempting to put your arm on his shoulder but he dodged it immediately.

“What, Y/N. What do you want.” he said frustrated, looking back at the hall behind him at the doors to the locker room.

“I want to know what’s going on with you! I haven’t seen you for weeks, with no letter, no call, no explanation-”

He scoffed cutting you out of your thoughts, looking off to the side.

“What?”

You managed to keep your composure, but you wanted to break down from frustation.

“You’re in no position to be asking me for an explanation of any kind. You’re the one who owes me one,” he snapped, keeping his cold and hard stare on you.

You remained calm, not wanting to match his energy. You shifted on your feet and crossed your arms over your chest. If it’s stern he wants, then it’s stern he gets.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stated truthfully.

“When were you planning on telling me?”

You groaned. “Telling you what, Draco-”

“MALFOY.” he snapped immediately.

“Malfoy.”

“That you lied to me. You’re no pureblood,” he spat, his face looking in disgust.

Is that what this is about? There has to be something else underlying it, because not even he treats the golden trio this way. Where was the caring Draco a few weeks ago who was just professing his love.

You held up your hand to stop him from going any further. 

“Dra- Malfoy, I never lied to you. I never told you I was a pureblood, you just assumed!”

“You never told me you weren’t! Just to think I told someone like you that I loved you,” he sneered, “And to make matters worst, you go around parading it to everyone the very next morning.”

Your heart sank in your chest. Draco was hurting very much on the inside, but he was blinded by his own insecurities and cold exterior. Something he was very much famous for, not giving a care in the world to anyone but himself. You made sure not to show it but his words hurt you deeply. Before you could let any more of his words hurt you, you stood up straight gazing into his grey eyes.

“I never told a soul,” you whispered, spun on your heel, and walked away.

[rebeccccccaaa]

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Peter Parker x Reader

Requested|| (ANON) If this is not too much trouble, could I request something with the reader always trying to run from relationships because all the men in her life hurt her, and then she meets Peter and she's trying so hard not to fall for him, so he starts thinking that there's something wrong with him, until she tells him that she doesn't wanna get hurt again and he's all like 🥺 I'd never hurt you and it's all fluff?

Warnings|| major angst, slight smut but nothing crazy (minors dni)

Author’s Notes|| this kinda sucks but oh well someone will like it lmao

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You sat at the bar wallowing in sadness as if the world’s problems revolve around you. You felt stupid and selfish but you could brush the feeling. You downed yet another drink waving the waiter for another who smiled sympathetically before handing you another glass. 

“Hey,” a familiar pulled you from your sulking. 

“How’d you find me?” you said quietly. 

“Got lucky I guess,” that was a lie; he swung throughout all of downtown New York for the past hour looking for you. 

“I suppose you here cause…” you trailed off.

“What happened?” he sat down next to you.

You were hanging with Peter in his room playing video games. You two had a beer just talking as friends do. 

Friends.

Friends don’t usually sit this close to each other. 

“You ok?” 

 “Yeah, just feeling a little tired,” you responded.

“You want to stay here tonight?”

“I- I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I insist. It’s pretty late and a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out so late.”

“Peter.”

“What?” he asked.

“Don’t call me that,” you mumbled.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncom-”

“Maybe I should go,” don’t let him in; he’s just gonna break your heart like the rest of them.

“Y/n,” he stood up with you.

“Why are you running?”

“What?” you defended.

“You’re running away from me. This isn’t the first time you've done this," he explained walking up to you. You instinctively backed away almost insulting Peter. The look in his face was as if you broke his heart. You felt overwhelmed and you needed to get out. 

You pulled open the door abruptly hearing your name being shouted. You hurried down the stairs to the busy streets of New York instantly hailing a cab. He asked where to and you gave him a bill telling him however far it would take you. 

Peter ran back upstairs freaking out. He pulled his phone out and tried calling you first, he honestly didn’t know what had happened. Peter’s had an infatuation with you since the day you walked through the door in his class.

You two quickly became friends and although Peter wanted something more you always declined his advances and Peter respected that. That didn’t stop him from sharing his fair share of flirty comments that you had always seemed to laugh at. But this time he knew he fucked up calling you pretty but he doesn’t exactly know why it scared you so much. 

He suited up quickly and flew out the window searching every bar, club, cafe, library that you could possibly be in. His heartbeat quickened every passing minute that he couldn’t find you until after over an hour of searching and panicking and no response to his phone calls he finally found you. He quickly changes before heading inside as naturally as he could possibly act to not make you even more uncomfortable. 

“Hey.”

“I don’t know,” you responded to him.

“Is it me? Is there something wrong with me? Did I do something out of line?”

“No, it’s not you, Peter,” you said, slightly raising your voice but not enough to draw attention.

“Can you at least explain to me what’s making you upset because I hate seeing you like this,” Peter said softly.

“I was just having a bad day,” you lied.

“The other day too? I know there’s something bothering you and I want to help you; I really care about you.”

“You can’t help me,” you said frustratingly.

“Why?” he urged.

“Because it’s about you!”

“But-”

“Gah! Peter, just- ugh!” you rubbed your face stressfully. You don’t want but the way you treated him and how you’ve done this too many times to be considered ‘a bad day’, you owe him an explanation; no matter how hard it’ll be to admit.

“Y/n,” he whispered, reaching out to touch you, making you flinch.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked fearfully.

"No! It’s not that,” you teared up.

“Peter, I’m falling in love with you and it terrifies me,” you whispered, stray tears falling gracefully down your cheeks. 

“What?” Peter was indeed surprised. Of course he dreamed about what it would be like if you loved him back but because of the way you avoided him and avoided even the topic of relationships altogether, this was the last thing he was expecting you to say.

“All my life, I thought there was something wrong with me. I was so confused how people can just break someone’s heart so easily. And yet, I still fell in love, over and over again just to get hurt in the end. It went on too long, and I let it. I told myself love is dead. Then I met you. You ruined my plans of dying sad and alone. I tried so hard to not fall but I can’t help it. The second I see you, I get these butterflies in my belly, and it feels like my skin crawls but like not in a bad way, you know? And I’m scared; it scares me,” you cried. 

“Y/n,” Peter whispered, bringing his hand up to your back, rubbing softly.

“I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that and I know that my words and promises won’t do much. I just want you to at least hear me. You are the beautiful woman I’ve laid my eyes on, just being around you is enough to make me feel happier. Everyday I wake up thinking about you and-nand I go to sleep with you on my mind. All I do think about you; your smile, your eyes, your lips, your- your body,” he mumbled the last part shyly. 

“Y/n, I- I want to be the one that loves you; so much that you wouldn’t even think about heartbreak, you’d forget what it feels altogether."

His words hit you hard. You wanted that; you were so tired of running away but you don’t know if you can handle one more heartbreak; especially from Peter, the guy you fell so hopelessly in love with. Is it worth the risk? 

“I just want to feel loved, truly and genuinely loved,” you cried. 

Peter moved your hair from your face and wiped the tears with his thumb. One look into his dreamy brown eyes and you fell. Hard.

Peter pressed you against the back of his bedroom door. His lips were soft and velvety against yours. Your hands were intertwined and your stomach couldn’t help the eruption of butterflies. You’ve never particularly felt this emotive before for someone especially so intimately. His lips kissed the shell of your ear so softly you barely felt it.

“My pretty girl,” he whispered before pulling you to the bed.

You sat down lifting your arms for Peter who slowly pulled your hoodie over your head. He kneeled in front of you and pressed kisses down your torso making you wiggle and giggle. His hands cupped your breasts softly, squeezing playfully as his teeth nipped at your skin along your belly. 

He brought his hands to your bottoms and you lifted your hips to let him take it off. Once he did, he stood up quickly removing his one clothes and you sat up reaching out to touch his extremely toned torso. He grabbed a condom from the drawer beside the bed and hummed softly at your hands that roamed his body lovingly. 

He rolled the condom over his throbbing cock, crawling over you with a devilish smirk. He dipped his head in the crook of your neck kiss softly making you softly moan and sigh in pleasure. Your belly burned with desire aching for his cock. You wrapped your legs around his hips hissing when he pushed himself past your slick folds. 

“You’re a bit bigger than I anticipated,” you choked out. 

“You need a minute?” he cupped your face. 

You weakly nodded holding onto Peter tightly. Once you felt better and the pressure slowly dissipated, Peter brought his hips back and pushed again in you slowly. Your moans bounced off the walls as Peter thrusts sped up. 

“You feel so good, baby,” you pressed his forehead against yours. 

“Fucking hell,” Peter breathed out. 

His thrusts became sloppily and your skin slapped against each other loudly. You moans got louder and higher and Peter’s lower and rougher. Soon enough you couldn’t hold it any longer; your body contracting and tightening under him desperate to cum.

“Pete-”

“Go ahead, baby girl. Let go,” he looked into your eyes. 

You let your orgasm rip through you, letting your back arch into Peter and your toes curl. Peter’s mother opened but no sound came through as he reached his own high. His arms gave out after he climaxed and collapsed atop of you. Your body slightly trembled as you calmed yourself. 

“Please, please don’t break my heart,” you cried.

“I promise. I could never hurt you,” he kissed you passionately. He could taste your salty tears that stained your lips and tugged on his heart. He held you closely as you fell asleep never once letting go. And for once you felt loved. 

Truly, and genuinely loved. 

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[in-tua-deep]

Hufflepuff Five is so good! Are the Hargreeves lives as students as adventurous like the main crew from HP? What about the Ministry of Magic? Would they get involved if someone caught wind of the sibling’s powers that weren’t just magic?

Their lives are SO wack honestly like, they just vibe. They just are going through their magical youth being absolute feral children who don’t trust adults as far as they can throw them while trying to hide their weird funky powers and also ravenously going through magical feats like they’re going out of style

Luther is every sibling’s go-to practice partner because apparently durability extends to being like? Slightly magic resistant? Basically if you hit Luther with a spell it will only be like, maybe half power? So the siblings use him as a magical shield half the time and an experiment the other half and Luther just Suffers Through This until it all goes wrong and he ends up as a werewolf, oops

(But at least Ben is alive! Honestly the only reason Luther wasn’t straight up mauled to death was a combo of his durability, Ben’s proficiency in healing magic, and Ben managing to befriend the acromantulas)

(Luther eventually gets a sense of humor about this after long years of working on accepting himself and constantly threatens to bite his siblings or makes comments about them looking extra tasty when they irritate him)

Allison is a quidditch star, super popular and athletic as all hell. She probably ends up being the Slytherin team captain, honestly. Allison is all glamor and charisma and in her later years of hogwarts has an absolute blast. Allison is very much functional passing so she’s usually the front man to get the professors off their backs, but she also is the front man for a lot of the shit that the family sell for extra spending money. Five and Ben might make potions, but Allison rules the underground black market in slytherin with an iron fist (which gets them into shenanigans involving other kids who Owe Debts)

Diego is on the gryffindor quidditch team and so him and Allison are constantly at each other’s throats on the pitch (Allison sometimes rumors him during matches when she gets within earshot which makes all of the siblings yell at him but she maintains that he gets to use his stupid powers to score points so she should get to as well). Diego gets roped into everything because he’s super soft. He starts a lot of fights because he has vigilante genes so he serves a lot of detentions. His house tolerates him losing them points because the man is a wizard with a quaffle

(Diego and Allison actually practice a lot together, which their respective teams are like HMMMM over but they’re siblings and slytherin knows that Allison would never hesitate to knock Diego off his broom and wave cheerily as he falls to his death, and gryffindor is aware that Diego can, should, and must throw a ball directly at Allison’s dumb face if she gets too close to him because of the Cain Instinct)

(Honestly Allison and Diego do a LOT for interhouse unity, showing that you can still be ride or die for each other while also wanting greatly to kill each other uwu)

Ben is too independent for his own good, which is what gets him into trouble. He likes gardening, and he likes herbs, and sometimes he’s just GOTTA go into the forbidden forest on a full moon to gather these very specific ingredients, c’mon. He also just. Likes spending time in the forbidden forest. He’s Hagrid’s favorite student because he doesn’t bat an eye at all the weird magical creatures, bc homeboy got an eldritch horror in his navel. Ben makes friends with the acromantulas (who have a healthy respect for him after the Horror ate a few of them), patiently avoids the centaurs, and bribes the pixies into giving him their shed wings through liberal application of jam stolen from the Hogwarts kitchens. 

You know what Allison is functional passing and Ben is distinguished passing, all their teachers assume that Ben is the most put together of them but they’re WRONG. They haven’t seen Ben at two in the morning yanking Vanya out of ben because if they don’t break into greenhouse four and help those poor fucking plants the first years are tending to they’re all going to DIE and that’s not fair??? ben is single handedly going to save all those poor plants (and all those first year’s grades)

Vanya is just VIBING, he ends up coming out as trans in fourth year and gets to be roommates with Ben which is pretty sweet. If only Ben didn’t drag him into shenanigans?? All the teachers are like “ah yes Vanya, such a quiet boy not like his siblings at all” but Vanya can will should and must climb onto the roof of the astronomy tower to play his violin because He Just Likes To Be Tall. Vanya once punched a snobby ravenclaw kid in the nose and then stared them down saying “the teachers will never believe you.”

Vanya steals Luther to practice his powers with in unused classrooms the most?? he’s durable. he’ll be fine if Vanya blasts him into a wall with his powers lol

Vanya’s solution to all their problems is “do you want me to blow it up with my powers?” or “do you want me to kill them for you?” 

(All of the siblings now refuse to duel with Vanya except for Luther bc Vanya is RUTHLESS. He WILL murder his siblings (almost) given the chance. They’re all so lucky that Ben is so good at healing and carries extra vials of healing potions on his person otherwise Madame Pomfrey would be VERY CONCERNED)

Five and Klaus probably get into the most shenanigans? Klaus gets less and less afraid of ghosts the more he runs into nice ones like Fred Weasley. Fred also lovingly nurtures Klaus’s absolutely terrible sense of humor and encourages him to prank the whole school. Klaus knows ALL the secret passageways thanks to Fred, a previous owner of the Maurauder’s map, so he’s just like. Constantly in the walls. He once dropped out of the ceiling to get to transfiguration in time and nobody even commented on it because Klaus is just Like That.

(A few people see Klaus’s boney elbows and knobbley knees and thinks he’s a good target for bullying just because he’s a slytherin and interhouse awfulness absolutely it at an all time high so recently after the war. YEAH his siblings step in and put the fear of god into any bullies, but Klaus fights like a cornered raccoon.)

Five is just way too smart and curious for his own good. He likes to poke around, figure things out, and also make money. Five does people’s homework, charges them for potions or rune work, tutors, dismantles shit in the chamber of secrets, ALSO explores the secret passageways (and finds some that weren’t on the map), is lovingly bullied into Friendship Activities with his housemates, breaks into the other houses’s common rooms for funsies, and keeps getting fed by the house elves who found out he can ‘apparate’ like them (without a wand) and have apparently adopted him against his will

Five is the sibling who has his fingers in like. ALL the pies. and just constantly pops up and drags them into things. Five will be helping Klaus with potions homework then glance up and tell Diego he’s cashing in the favor he’s owed for carving runes into Diego’s knives and that Diego now gets to break into Douglas Eddington’s room to steal back Lana Delwich’s diary so that Five can trade it to Lana for her rare Solomon Babik chocolate frog card which Five can give to Barnaby Beeson in exchange for a Large Distraction of Five’s Choice and a sketchy book on ward breaking which Five needs so he can break into the headmaster’s office to get a confiscated dark magic book that has some information Five needs to alter a potion that he’s probably going to make Luther drink later

Five is the sibling who is like “Ugh, I thought I was trading for some nundu ingredients but now i have a Whole Baby Nundu in the basement :/”

Which, of course, Klaus wants to keep despite the poison breath.

“This is literally one of the most dangerous magical creatures, we are not keeping it.” Luther says, unimpressed. However, he definitely has it cradled in his arms and makes kissy faces at it when he thinks no one is looking. (Apparently baby toxic nundu breath only makes Luther sneeze, so there’s that?)

“If you guys are arrested for smuggling I am not bailing you out.” Is Allison’s only decree about the matter.

Honestly I wouldn’t be shocked if someone DID eventually find out about one of the siblings’ powers - however, they would come to entirely the wrong conclusion about them?? Because this is a world of MAGIC and so everything magical has to have a magical explanation, right???

Luther is durable as all fuck???? Uhhhhh maybe he has some like. Troll blood or giant blood something back in his family line, obviously not something he would ever want the world to know about bc of species-ism

Allison can make you do whatever you want with her words????? Maybe she’s part veela? With that charm appeal?

Five is doing. Wandless apparation?? I mean, that’s rare as FUCK but wandless magic is,,, grudgingly accepted though it’s usually only used for small or very familiar spells and not usually something as complex as apparation but OKAY just sit him down and forbid him from doing it anymore bc boy boutta be SPLICED or some shit

Klaus can. Klaus can talk to ghosts. Who are not full ghosts. Hmm. huh. Maybe it’s?? A family ability??? a super rare one? like being a metamorphagus? (What the fuck??????? what the FUCK???????)

Primarily the kids started off paranoid because they believed that their abilities indicated that they weren’t the same type of magic, and they didn’t want to be returned to their father, and then it progressed into “these abilities might make people scared of us (looking at you allison, with your imperius-ass abilites)” or “we can’t afford that kind of scrutiny or curiosity about our powers (they might find out luther is a werewolf or something idk)” and “if we are ‘desirable’ children with ‘rare abilities’ the government might try to split us up and adopt us into weird pureblood families or something OR might try to lock us up (like where would they even put Ben??)”

honestly if ben ever got found out he’d just deadpan “it’s a curse, hand me the black wormroot would you?” and be like “oh yeah it’s under control i just go vibe in the woods every so often and rip up a tree or something. I think the horror wants to be the whomping willow when it grows up actually, so just don’t get too close when i’m in the horror zone. if you can live with a murder tree on campus you can live with me on campus”

someone sees vanya fuck something up with his powers and is like ???? and Vanya is just like “accidental magic lol” 

“aren’t you... a bit... old for accidental magic...”

“accidental. magic.”

[gunpowdville]

The Great Flesh-Eating Cake Incident of Year [REDACTED] (Not to be Confused With the Bifrost Incident)

Chapters: 1/2

Words: 3502

Relationships: Drumbot Brian - Raphaella la Cognizi (queerplatonic), Gunpowder Tim/Lyfrassir Edda/Marius von Raum, The Aurora/Nastya Rasputina (although most don’t show up until the second chapter)

Other Things: genderfluid tim, she/her tim, he/fae marius :)

Summary: Brian and Raph bake a cake. Or, they try to. It doesn't exactly go well. (aka, Why Raphaella la Cognizi Should Never Be Allowed in the Kitchen)

read on ao3 here or read below the cut for people who don't like ao3 (i will post the second chapter. at some point. hopefully soon)

Chapter 1

“Try it now.”

“Is it safe?”

“Does that matter?”

Brian gives her what she calls his teacher look, a combination of calm exasperation and gentle chiding. “I would prefer to not fry myself from the inside out, if I can help it.”

“Boring,” Raphaella accuses, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “And you know I’d fix you if you did.” Well actually, she would get Nastya to fix him, as Raph herself has absolutely no self control when it comes to the prospect of tinkering with a complex mechanism and Brian hates being tinkered on without his permission.

“Yes, of course, but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt like hell,” Brian points out. “Not to mention how horrendously it would fuck up my systems.”

Raphaella pouts. “So I installed the flamethrower for nothing?”

Brian hesitates. “...I didn’t say that.”

Raphaella perks up immediately, turning her full attention from the clattered worktable to her partner. Brian straightens up and faces away from her, focusing at the blank wall at one end of the lab. He pokes his tongue around the inside of his mouth a little, probing at the new addition in the back. He tests out flipping its settings, making sure everything flows smoothly, then steels himself and opens his mouth, turning it on. Nothing happens.

Raphaella throws up her hands in exasperation. “I don’t understand! That should have worked! It-”

Brian yelps suddenly, clapping his hands to his throat as the back of it heats up rapidly, too rapidly, the heat growing from gently uncomfortable to unbearable in a matter of seconds. Luckily, his systems react before he can, shutting off the new attachment the second it could cause potential harm. The heat fades almost as quickly as it had swelled.

“Ow,” Brian says mildly.

“That was about to work,” Raphaella huffs, hands on her hips, eyes fixed somewhat accusingly on Brian. “If you had just waited a moment longer.”

“It was about to melt my vocal cords,” Brian points out in retort. Raphaella throws up her hands again.

“My husband is a coward,” she declares to no one in particular, with no actual insult behind it. Brian can’t help but smile softly at the endearment. They’re not married, technically, but for all intents and purposes they might as well be.

“I’ve started to become convinced that you’re simply trying to kill me,” Brian remarks to her as she turns back to the notes on her lab table. She shoots him a brightly malicious look, one backed heavily with fondness. “Maybe I am.”

He sits down on the stool beside the lab table and reaches for her, catching her waist from behind and pulling her onto his lap. She leans back into him as he wraps his arms around her, and he rests his chin on her shoulder so he can peer down at the pages of notes in her hands.

“Here, tell me what I’m doing wrong,” Raphaella holds up the notes so Brian can get a better look at them. He hums thoughtfully as he scans her delicate sketch of his body, each part individually labelled with possible enhancements to be added in Raph’s lacy handwriting. Brian’s own handwriting, cramped and blocky, annotates the science officer’s notes with his own observations of measurements and possible difficulties.

In his mind, Brian overlays the sketch on top of the official schematics the doc left in there, focusing on his throat and the new addition, checking for anywhere where it isn’t wired properly or messing with any of his other systems. Nothing. He bites his lip, a very natural bad habit that he’s never been able to shake, despite it splitting the rubber badly. Raphaella hits him lightly in the side of the head when she notices him doing it.

“I don’t think it’s anything you’ve done,” Brian says finally, leaning back slightly on the stool. “I think it’s simply a matter of too much heat.”

Raphaella ‘hmphs’, taking her notes back from him and setting them back on the table. She turns her head to study Brian’s face, placing her hands atop his where they rest over her stomach. He quirks an eyebrow at her, and she regards him silently. He can tell that she’s thinking through what next to work on, now that their flamethrower experiment is a bust.

He gives her stomach a light pat. “If you don’t mind, I was going to go bake something. Tim’s been complaining that there aren’t enough ‘munchies’ onboard. And yes, that is the word xe used.”

Raphaella slaps a hand to her heart melodramatically, the gesture accompanied by a theatrical gasp. “Leaving me for Tim, are we? Scandal.”

Brian chuckles gently as he rises to his feet, dislodging Raph in the process. “Yes, I’ve decided you’re much too cruel and brutal for me, and I’d be much happier feeding Tim for the rest of eternity.”

Raphaella tosses her hair and turns away from him, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her chin up imperiously. “Good riddance.”

“Good riddance indeed,” Brian agrees drily, with no heat behind it. Raph glaces over her shoulder at him and grins, and he smiles back as he slips out the lab door, tipping his hat as he goes.

Ivy’s reading at the kitchen counter when he enters. She doesn’t look up as he makes his way into the kitchen proper, wrangling his hair into a wiry ponytail and tossing his hat on the counter. He peeks at the cover of her book and makes an intrigued little noise when he notices it’s about prophets and oracles throughout space and time.

“I was going to give it you when I was finished,” Ivy says without looking up. “I thought it might interest you.”

“It does,” Brian tells her, and she smirks, proud of herself. She still doesn’t take her eyes off the pages. Brian leans over, resting his elbows on the counter, and knocks his forehead briefly against hers, a somewhat awkward sign of affection that’s he’s developed with some members of the crew. She responds by patting his head absentmindedly, still not looking up from her book. He smiles, and turns back to the kitchen.

After a couple minutes of rummaging around in cabinets, Brian becomes aware of Raphaella’s presence leaning against the counter to his left.

“Missed me?” he asks teasingly. She rolls her eyes and pokes him in the arm. “You promised you’d teach me to bake.”

Brian pauses, replaying the last ten minutes in his mind to confirm that he has not, in fact, promised her this. And then he realizes that she’s referring to a time quite a few decades ago, when the two of them had been left back on the ship while the others had been out pillaging a nigh-extinct planet. They’d been sharing some pastries that Brian had been experimenting with, and Raphaella had asked him how he’d made them. He had launched straight into a detailed explanation of exactly which ingredients he had used and what amounts of each, and how he had played with the measurements and tweaked the recipe to see how he could improve it. Raph had listened with utter fascination, and after he had finished she had mentioned that it seemed a bit like her experiments, only with slightly different materials. He had offered to teach her a little, if she’d like, and she had said she would love to learn. And now here they are.

“I did do that, didn’t I,” Brian muses. He studies Raph, leaning against the counter, a sparkle in her eyes that both makes him excited to see what she has in store and fear for his life.

“So?” Raphaella raises an eyebrow. Brian considers.

“We are making a cake,” he tells her, keeping his voice slow, steady, and serious. “A basic cake. We are not going to put anything in it that is not on the ingredients list. We are going to follow the recipe. To the letter. And we are not, I repeat, we are not going to burn down my kitchen.”

My kitchen, Aurora corrects him gently.

“Our kitchen,” he concedes.

Raphaella steps forward and takes Brian’s hands, looking him solemnly in the eyes. “I won’t let you down,” she promises. “Trust me.”

“Phee, I love you to death, and I always will” Brian tells her, lifting her hand to his mouth and kissing the back of it. “But I draw the line at trusting you.”

“Rude,” Raph sniffs, while Ivy tries to cover up a snort.

“Practical,” Brian shoots back, letting go of her hands and reaching past her to pluck the recipe from the counter. With a flourish, he deposits it in her hands. “Find me these ingredients.”

Raphaella mutters something about ‘bossybitch Brian’ as she turns away from him and marches purposefully toward the cupboards. He watches her fondly for a moment, before busying himself gathering pans and setting up his beloved electric mixer, something he’d found being sold for scraps on a junkyard planet and had lovingly repaired and repainted with his own two hands. Its name is Small Brian, and it remains one of his most prized possessions.

“Bri, which eggs are we using?” Raphaella calls to him, her head buried deep in the disorganized fridge. Brian abandons Small Brian for just a moment and pokes his head in beside hers.

“Ah, not those,” he says, indicating a half dozen of jet-black eggs glowing faintly from within. “Those are Ashes’. They will supposedly hatch into a rare breed of fire-breathing corvid.”

“And those?” Raphaella points to the other carton of eggs.

“We’re using those,” Brian confirms, pulling the carton out. “Ah. Wait. Not this one.” Carefully, he removes a small, round, green orb from the carton and places it gently on the counter. “An octokitten laid this. We think.”

Raphaella leans over and picks it up, holding it in the palm of her hand and bringing it up close to her eyes. She looks suspiciously like she’s about to slip it into her pocket, so Brian plucks it from her hands before she gets a chance to. She sticks her tongue out at him. He waves her off to go collect the rest of the ingredients, reminding her that the lovely ceramic pot labeled ‘sugar’ is in fact actually filled with gunpowder, and the sugar is in the cabinet to its right. Meanwhile he goes back to fussing over Small Brian.

The mixer isn’t starting up properly, it keeps stuttering and stopping whenever he tries to turn it on. Brian frowns, tapping the top of it with a metal finger. “Come on, love,” he says softly to Small Brian. “Don’t give up on me now. Not after all we’ve been through.”

“Raph,” Ivy speaks up from her place at the counter, her tone amused. “Brian’s talking to the appliances again.”

“If either of you make a joke comparing me to an appliance, I will kill you,” Brian warns both of them placidly, fiddling with Small Brian’s mechanisms until the machine whines and starts up properly. “Good lad,” Brian says, patting the appliance lovingly.

“I saw that,” he adds when he catches the look Ivy and Raphaella share over the counter. Raphaella rolls her eyes and gestures to him to come approve the ingredients she’s gathered. She hooks her arm through his and tips her head onto his shoulder while he checks each one off against the recipe.

“Excellent, that’s everything. Thank you.” he says, kissing her on the top of the head. “ Now we can begin.”

Raphaella, as always, is a very attentive student, listening well and asking questions when necessary. He suspects that she asks some of the questions just to listen to him talk about something he loves, and he adores her for it. They work very well together, the two of them, bantering back and forth as they do. Ivy chimes in on occasion, never taking her eyes off of her book.

Jonny strolls into the kitchen at one point, zeroing in on the chocolate chips scattered across the counter with a predator’s precision. As soon as he spots the first mate, Brian sweeps a knife into his hand and points it at him. “Out.”

Jonny backs away, throwing his hands up in surrender. He’s been killed enough times over messing around in the kitchen that he knows by now that the best thing to do is back off.

All in all, it’s a shockingly peaceful time. Brian hums to himself as he stirs ingredients together, and Raphaella goes through the cupboards, looking for something to play with. She reaches to open one in the back, and Brian notices too late which one it is. Raphaella stops, tilting her head in curiosity as she stares at the contents of the cupboard.

“Oh, Briiiiiiiiaaan?” she calls in a singsong voice, which is usually a sign that Brian is about to either be taken apart or assist in taking apart someone else. “What is this?”

Brian sighs and sets down the bowl, making his way slowly over to her. She raises an eyebrow at him as he gazes silently for a moment at the dismantled skeleton shoved into the back of the cupboard. “Those… are my bones.”

“Your… bones.”

“My bones.”

“Why…?”

Brian shrugs. “It’s not like I’m using them.”

“Right.” Raphaella studies the skeleton for a moment longer, before declaring, “I’m going to make soup out of them.”

Brian starts. “I’m sorry?”

“Your bones. I’m going to make soup out of them.”

“You are not.”

“Bone broth is a thing, isn’t it? Ivy?”

“It is,” Ivy confirms, casually turning a page.

Raphaella grins, gathering the bones into her arms. “Brian soup.”

“Brian s- no!”

“Brian soup Brian soup Brian soup Brian soup-”

“NO.”

“I thought the doc took your bones,” Ivy mentions, as Brian attempts to gently cajole his partner into giving him back said bones.

“I asked her to let me keep some of them,” Brian explains, tugging a rib out of Raph’s arms and dislodging about three more, which clatter to the floor unceremoniously. “They are mine, after all.”

“It’s unusually sentimental of me, I know,” he adds as Raphaella ducks under his arm, executing a perfect twirl to get the bones out of his reach, “I’m not quite sure why I wanted them.”

“For soup,” Raphaella quips, and Ivy snorts as Brian throws himself at the science officer. Raph yelps and scrambles away from him, and so begins an epic chase around the kitchen, Raph struggling to run away while clutching an armful of bones, the owner of said bones following a step behind her, playfully angry.

Brian doesn’t realize he’s started humming to himself until Raphaella turns to face him, jogging backwards, and asks what song it is.

“It’s a new one I’m working on,” he says, using her moment of distraction as an opportunity to trap her in the kitchen, the wraparound counter devoid of exits besides the one that he is currently standing in front of. “It’s called ‘Raphaella Please Don’t Make Soup Out of My Bones.’”

“I hate it,” Raphaella decides, still backing away. She’s almost hit the counter, and Brian smirks at his inevitable victory.

“You’ve barely heard it,” he argues, and begins humming louder. Raphaella’s back hits the counter, and Brian stops. Standing in the middle of the kitchen, he begins tapping his foot along to the tune.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Raphaella starts, but the other foot has already begun to move as well. Just tapping at first, tap tap tapping to a beat in Brian’s head, but the footwork quickly becomes more and more complicated as he eases into the song. Ivy picks it up quickly and starts tapping her fingers on the counter, taking charge of the beat while Brian continues humming the melody.

Raphaella shakes her head, refusing to let his shenanigans charm her, but Brian refuses to give up. He dances his way smoothly across the floor to her, finishing with an elegant twirl and an extended hand. Raphaella regards him with reluctant defeat, then rolls her eyes and takes Brian’s hand.

He waltzes her out into the middle of the floor, two steps forward, one step back. He spins her out, then spins her back in so they’re swaying with her back pressed to his chest. “You’re a master manipulator, you know,” she says to him. He smiles. She twirls him out, then twirls him back in and dips him, effortlessly holding up his mass of metal.

“I don’t remember this step of the cake recipe,” Ivy comments drily. She’s finally looking up from her book and is watching the two of them with an expression that is equal parts exasperated and amused.

“Which step, the bone soup or the dancing?” Brian returns, just as dry. Ivy is saved from having to respond by the arrival of Marius, who comes striding through the door like an invading general, arms spread wide in greeting.

“Well, if it isn’t my three favorite delinquents,” fae says, grinning like a maniac. “Dancing in the kitchen like- wait. Why is Raph in the kitchen?”

“I’m helping,” Raph says proudly, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a decidedly smug fashion as Brian collects his bones and returns them to their cupboard. “How can we help you?”

Marius pulls up a stool and takes a seat next to Ivy, scanning the pages of her book idly. “Tim stole my partner.”

“To be fair, Tim is also dating your partner,” Brian points out, handing the bowl of cake batter to Raph to finish stirring and put in the oven.

“Sure, but she’s being smug about it. So I’m pouting,” Marius replies, metal fingers tapping on the counter. “Oh, also: Tim wanted me to tell you. She/her for the time being.”

Brian nods, taking note of the pronouns. “Well, when you feel like speaking to Tim again, you can tell her that a cake is on its way.”

Marius raises an eyebrow. “You mean that cake that Raph just slipped something into behind your back?”

Honestly, Brian is surprised that this didn’t happen earlier. Slowly, he turns to Raphaella, who meets his eyes with a mischievous smirk as she slips an empty vial back into her pocket.

“What was in that?” he asks gently, not mad, just curious.

“Just a little something I whipped up,” Raphaella says, giving the batter an experimental stir. An odd squelching noise escapes from the bowl, and she quickly lets go of the wooden spoon as a dark tendril of… something curls up around it, possessive and hungry. “Oh. That’s interesting.”

“What the fuck was that?” Marius leans forward over the counter, curiosity evident on faer features.

Raphaella sets the bowl carefully on the floor and steps away from it, circling around it to Brian’s side. He gives her a questioning look, and she shrugs cheerfully, indicating that she has no idea whatsoever the effect of whatever she put in may be. With somewhat tired resignation, Brian steps forward to investigate what has become of his simple chocolate cake.

It’s… alive. The dark, viscous substance in the bowl has begun to writhe and bubble in a distinctively sentient manner, tendrils forming reaching out, looking to grab hold of something. The tendrils feel their way around tentatively, like a newborn animal learning to walk for the first time. The substance itself has an oddly familiar shimmer to it, the nearly oil-black surface revealing colors of every hue and nature when the light hits it.

“That looks like…” Marius frowns, clambering over the counter and dropping next to Brian as what was meant to be a cake slowly drags itself out of the bowl and onto the floor. “Oh, Raph, you didn’t!”

“Don’t touch it,” Brian advises as Marius crouches near the thing to get a better look.

Marius gives the Drumbot a scathing look. “I’m not a moron, Brian, I’m not going to-”

“Mare, get back,” Brian snaps, but it’s too late. The crawling blob has already reached the violinists foot and has clamped on tightly, wrapping its tentacles up and around his leg. He stares down at it in mild concern for a moment, then says: “Fuck.”

What happens next is hard to describe. The viscous thing sort of… stretches itself, until it covers Marius’ entire body, undulating and pulsing, then collapses in on itself, returning to its smaller form, leaving nothing but a slightly steaming metal arm left where the ship’s doctor once stood.

“What the hell did you do?” Brian demands, staring at the (now slightly larger) creation as it drags its way across the floor.

Raphaella doesn’t respond. “I think it ate faer,” she says instead. Then, “where is it going?”

Brian glances at the floor just in time to see the thing disappear into the vents. He lets out a cry, but it is much to late. It’s gone.

“Well,” Ivy says, staring with vague concern at the open vent. “Fuck.”

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The Christmas Party ~ KNJ [M] [Day Thirteen: Advent Calendar]

WORD COUNT: 4.4K

GENRE: Smut, fluffy, enemies to lovers, college AU, non!Idol au

PAIRING: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

The dress you were wearing looked perfect for the night, it was just a small Christmas party with family and friends but with your family that meant everyone judging one another for what they had and hadn't accomplished in life. You, like every other year, were judged because you didn't have a partner or were there alone but that was your choice. You gave them the same excuse every year, that you didn't need someone else in your life to make you happy only this year you didn't want to have to give the excuse again. Which was why you and your best friend from college had come up with the plan to get out of the excuses this Christmas. Jin was going to come along and pretend to be your boyfriend on the condition you go along with him to his family party and pretend to be his girlfriend. A loud buzzing came from your phone and you smiled seeing Jin's name pop up on the screen,

"I'm just putting on the heels and I'll be down." You practically sang down the phone. Normally you would dread going home to see your family with this sort of thing but somehow Jin seemed to make every event fun no matter how boring it may be.

"About that..." There was a sense of guilt in his voice and you knew something was wrong instantly, your heart fell flat as you thought about turning up to the party alone.

"Kim Seokjin if you tell me I have to go to this party alone I will-"

"You're not going alone, I just can't get there. My car won't start but there's a car waiting for you, just get inside and I promise everything will work out," He cut the line before you could question who he was sending you to the party with, you glanced out of the window to see Yoongi's black jeep waiting for you. He told you he had a football game tonight with the college team so why was he now taking you? You sighed grabbing your purse and rushed down the stairs making sure to flick off all the house lights as you headed out to the car.

"I thought you said you had a game!" You yelled excitedly getting to the passenger side door when you saw Yoongi and Hoseok dressed in their football gear,

"Back," You frowned as you looked at them, it was clear they hadn't been to their game yet since they were both clean and looked irritated about being there. You held a breath hoping it was Jungkook, Jimin, or Taehyung in the back of there anyone but-

"Namjoon," You whispered staring at him as he stared at you, he looked just as impressed as you did at this point but that was because neither of you wanted to be next to one another.

"The gas is running, I'm going to be late." You slammed the door and left the middle seat between you and Namjoon unoccupied. Namjoon eyed you up from the side and smiled on the inside, you were dressed in a long-sleeved backless red dress with some black heels. Even though he wasn't your biggest fan and in fact, you hated one another there was no denying that you looked amazing tonight. Even your hair looked fantastic but as soon as you could feel his eyes burning into you, you looked up and he looked away from you not wanting to get caught.

"You're going to have to talk to one another sooner or later," Hoseok reminded you as he turned around to look at you. The realisation that he was right was starting to hit you so you turned to Namjoon.

"I know we don't like each other-"

"Biggest understatement of the year," You bit your tongue as he cut you off from talking, it was one of the many, many things you found irritating about him. The way he would always cut you off when you were trying to speak, or the way he would always insist he was right even if he was blatantly wrong.

"I don't like you, you don't like me okay. I don't know how Jin roped you into this but you're here, let's just pretend we can stand to be in the room with one another for one night." You sighed turning away from him and checking your phone, sending Jin a lengthy message about how he owed you a lot for this one.

"Do I need to know anything about you?" He questioned as Yoongi pulled into the large driveway of your house, you took in a deep breath and Namjoon could tell there was something bothering you about being here.

"Family are a little much, they don't understand privacy and most of my cousins hate me so I mean...You'll get along great." You whispered when someone came to open the door, of course, your parents had hired people to serve the food and make sure people were arriving safely.

"You're rich?" Namjoon questioned as he came to your side and linked your arms together if he was going to play the role he was going to start now.

"Kind of," He scoffed as you answered them and you stared up at him as you walked to the front door,

"What was the scoff for?!" You felt offended that he'd done that to you, there was no secret about how Namjoon felt about you. He'd made it clear from day one that he thought you were nothing but a stuck up girl in college, who's mummy and daddy paid for you to get into the college of your dreams when it couldn't have been further from the truth.

"Typical, you really are just that stuck up little rich bitch," The door swung open right as he finished his sentence so you didn't have time to sit and accept the fact that he was openly insulting you. This was how it always was with Namjoon, the snide remarks about who he thought you were when in reality he had no idea about you or your life.

"Y/n! My little angel! And who is this!?" Your mother screamed drawing the attention of about 4 different aunties and 8 of your female cousins who were all eyeing Namjoon up the second your mother let him go from the beat hug she'd engulfed him into.

"I'm Namjoon, Y/n's boyfriend. Did she not tell you about me?" He placed his hand on his chest pretending to act hurt at the fact that your mother didn't know him, your mother frowned as if she was trying to remember his name.

"She told me about a nasty Namjoon at college-"

"Not this one, this Namjoon I love," You lied, wrapping your arms around Namjoon's waist and plastering the biggest fake smile you could manage but your bitchiest cousin smirked as she watched.

"Look what they're standing under aunties!" She screamed, your eyes slowly looked up at the ceiling along with Namjoon and you could feel the tension rising, everyone turning to stare now. All your uncles, your father, your siblings, everyone.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Everyone began clapping and stomping as they chanted together waiting for a kiss to happen, you nervously laughed and shook your head.

"N-No, Namjoon isn't really into PDA...And I just-" You were cut off when Namjoon pulled you into a tight embrace and cupped your face in his hands,

"Shut up," He whispered as he bent down to kiss you lovingly, your eyes fluttered shut and you felt your heart begin to pound rapidly. Namjoon smiled against your lips as he felt you getting into the kiss, he licked your bottom lip to which your parted your lips for him and wrapped your arms around his neck,

"Enough! I don't want grandbabies yet," Your mother slapped you and pulled you away from one another making all of the attention got back onto her as she walked into the well-decorated house.

"Looks like Santa's grotto in here, do your family love Christmas this much?" Namjoon questioned as he looked around at the hanging lights, tinsel covered railings and a small tree in the corner of your foyer.

"Christmas mad," You stuttered out as you were still trying to calm your heart rate down from the kiss you'd just had with Namjoon, it had been one of the most amazing kisses of your life and it was with someone you couldn't stand to be with.

"You alright?" He questioned once he noticed how quiet you were being in front of him, you nodded and held your throat.

"Need a drink, a strong one." You pushed your bag into his hands while you walked over to the bar, downing the first four shots you could see sitting at the bar in your kitchen. It was going to be a really long night if your family were going to be hanging around Namjoon the way they were, your cousin was already flirting with him.

A couple of hours had passed and you were sitting beside Namjoon while your drunken sister flirted with him in front of you,

"I'm flattered but I am in love with your sister-"

"How did you two meet?!" Your cousin - Mina - had been suspicious of you since the moment you both walked through the door. She could tell that had been the first time you kiss, it was far too awkward on your part to have been a kiss you've experienced more than once together,

"College friend," Your voices chorused together but Mina just hummed and moved closer to you, you could already tell she knew this was fake and was finding the best way to torture you with it.

"What's Y/n's middle name?" Namjoon arched his brow as Mina began to question him about you, it was like being on a game show but you sat back in shock as he hit back with all the correct answers one by one,

"What's the one book Y/n has in her dorm room she loves but won't tell anyone?" Mina licked her lip, she knew nobody would know this one since you rarely let anyone into your dorm room. Your heart sank at the thought of the plan being ruined so quickly.

"Easy, she keeps a copy of twilight stuffed under her mattress," Your mouth fell open along with Mina as you stared at Namjoon, not even Jin knew the book you read as you guilty book and where it was kept. It had been your dirty little secret for years,

"Mina!! Your turn for pictures!" Your auntie screamed making her leave you alone as you stared at Namjoon for some kind of explanation as to where he'd gotten all of the answers from. But Namjoon knew you a lot better than you thought he did, he'd been best friends with Jin for years which meant when Jin was getting to know you so was Namjoon resulting in him being able to pass as a best friend or boyfriend even though he hated you.

"I don't even know your favourite food," You whispered as he turned to look at you he just winked at you as he went to get a drink. The thoughts about the kiss you shared before were rushing back to him, he wished he could do it again and was trying to plan some way of getting you back under that mistletoe again soon.

The night was dying down which meant soon you would get to leave,

"I'll call Yoongi to take us both back," He went to stand up when your father came over to you both and wrapped his arms around either of you.

"I want to talk to you about something," You knew what was coming with a simple sentence like that from your dad and your eye widened in fear,

"Dad- No, Namjoon doesn't need to hear this-" Your dad held his hand up to tell you to be quiet and turned to face Namjoon, his eyes widened in fear as your dad stared up at him.

"I heard stories about a Namjoon from her college, he'd been torturing my girl for a few years now. Nothing much...Just name calling and small jabs but if I find out that you're the Namjoon making her life like that-"

"I promise sir, I would never do anything to hurt your daughter." Your father smiled and shook Namjoon's hand, thanking him for coming tonight and being brave enough to show his face.

"Y/n, it's snowing. I don't think you and Namjoon should be going home in that. Your room is all made up." This was like something out of one of those cheesy romance books, it was always the cliche 'there's only one bed so I guess we'll share' but that was not happening tonight,

"Thanks, mum, we'll go up now." You pushed Namjoon up the staircase as he yelled goodbye to remaining family members. You pushed him into your room and slammed the door behind you,

"Eager?" You rolled your eyes at him and looked around your room, you hadn't been in here for a couple of years. Whenever you came home on breaks you'd sleep on the sofa since your room was mostly used for storage most of the tears it was a wonder why they'd cleaned it out tonight.

"Pretty curtains," You rolled your eyes as he smirked at the blackout curtains with the playboy bunny in neon pink around it.

"Shut up, like you had the perfect bedroom." You scoffed going over to the wardrobe to find something you could wear, you threw Namjoon an old shirt of your dad's and grabbed a pair of shorts and a tank top for yourself.

"I don't have much for pants so you'll have to sleep with your-" You cut yourself off when you turned to see Namjoon in your dad's shirt and his boxers, your eyes were drawn to the large bulge but you moved away before he noticed.

"Enjoying the view?" He quipped only to be met with a pillow to the face as you began giving him pillows and blankets to sleep on the floor with.

"What if someone comes in?" He questioned as he began laying down the blankets and pillows next to the bed,

"Then we're in a fight and that's why you're on the floor," Your voice came out shakey as you began making your bed to sleep in, you couldn't help but feel bad for making him sleep on the floor in the middle of December but you pushed the feeling down.

"Namjoon?" You called out later in the night, you'd both been laying there in silence for the last two hours not being able to sleep,

"Yeah?" He was shivering, you could hear his teeth chattering and you looked down at the floor,

"Are you cold?"

"Freezing," He stuttered out so you moved over and opened up the covers telling him to get inside. You were cold as well,

"Thanks," He whispered snuggling down behind you without touching you,

"How did you know about the answers to all of those questions?" It had been bothering you from the moment he started answering them back to your cousin,

"I've known you just as long as Jin..." He was trying to play it off but he knew you weren't going to believe him,

"You hate me-" You tried to say but he cut you off not wanting you to believe that. He'd never in his life hated you, in fact, he'd had the largest crush on you since he met you but the stuff he heard about you made you hate him. His feelings went from crushing on you to forcing himself to hate you and make you out to be the bad guy when you weren't,

"No, I don't far from it. You hate me though," He whispered back to you, you turned over to lay on your side so you could face him properly. Even in the dark, you could see him,

"Far from it? What does that mean? I- I don't hate you, I thought you hated me so I just went along with it." Admitting this to him felt like it was lifting a weight off your chest and you stared at him,

"So we've hated one another for three years without any real reason?" He questioned while he stared back at you, he started laughing softly so he didn't want to wake up anyone in the house since it was getting so late.

"I've had the biggest crush on you since the moment I met you and you're telling me that-"

"You had a crush on me?" You whispered in shock as he admitted it to you, he nodded shyly and you smiled moving closer to him and kissing him softly.

"I've had the biggest crush on you too," Your voice came out as a whisper again and he chuckled bringing you closer,

"That kiss...Downstairs, did you feel the sparks?" He questioned, cupping your face in his hands as he ran his thumb along your smooth skin,

"I did," Your arms wrapped around his neck as you answered him and he smiled bringing you into another loving kiss, this time neither of you breaking away from it as it began to grow in passion with each passing second. His hands rushed down to the edge of your shirt and you hissed as his cold hand came into contact with your skin,

"I'm sorry, is this too fast? I'll stop," He panicked thinking maybe he was moving too quickly, going from enemies one second to making love on your childhood bed was probably giving you whiplash.

"No, your hands are freezing," You laughed and he smirked at you, even in the low lighting you could tell he was smirking back at you.

"Let me warm them up?" You could practically hear the cockiness seeping from his tone as he ran his hands up the inside of your shirt and began playing with your breast. You whined out softly as your nipples hardened under his cold touch, he began to tweak with them and pull them listening to see what kind of sounds you made for him.

"Such pretty sounds," He whispered in your ear as he began kissing down your neck and sucking on the nip of your neck, you whimpered as he tugged harshly on one nipple and ran his thumb softly over the other.

"S-Shit, Namjoon," You panted as he began running one hand down your stomach and towards the pair of flannel shorts you were wearing.

Within seconds you were both stripped naked under the sheets together and you flipped over so you were above Namjoon,

"I want you in my mouth," His mouth fell open hearing the words come from you, he never would have expected it. You kissed down his body running your hands over his toned arms and chest as you kissed him until you got to his length. You almost choked at the sight of it, he was so large - larger than you expected him to be and your mouth watered at the size of him.

"It's rude to stare," He winked at you watching as you took him into your hand and began pumping slowly. Swiping your thumb over the head as he hissed at you,

"T-Take me into your mouth," He whispered as you looked up at him. His eyes were dark so you smirked licking around the head. The flat of your tongue touches the rim of his cock and he fights back the loudest groan not wanting to wake up anyone in the house but your family were like the dead once they were asleep. You smirked as you began taking him deeper into your mouth until his head hit the back of your throat.

"Shit," He grunted watching you as you began to bob your head up and down on him. Namjoon inhaled sharply as you pulled off and licked from the base along the vein that was prominent on the side of his cock,

"Fuck." He stuttered out, bucking up his hips as you took him back into your mouth. He pushed you down more and you hummed around him wanting him to feel the vibrations and he grunted loudly. Namjoon starts to thrust into your mouth as he watches you, being careful not to hurt you as his cock filled your mouth. You pulled your hair back and nodded softly at him to tell him that it was okay and he began to push in and out of your mouth. Watching the way your lips wrapped around him and you took him perfectly well,

"Shit, shit, shit," He hissed as he began to twitch in your mouth from the sight alone, his hips began to pick up speed and you fought back the gag that was trying to escape your throat. The vibrations almost sent him over the edge so he pulled away before he could cum,

"W-What are you doing?" He could sense the disappointment in your tone,

"I want to be inside of you, need it." He panted as he got up and hovered above you,

"Condoms?" He questioned, you pointed at the small nightstand beside your bed and he pulled out a box, checking the date on them before ripping one open and sliding it on.

"You're sure about this?" e questioned as he held himself at your entrance. You whined bucking up your hips to try and get him quickly but he pulled away at the last second making you whimper,

"I'm sure, just fuck me please." He smiled down at you and kissed you softly running his tongue along your bottom lip as he slowly pushed into you, you bit into his shoulder to stop yourself from crying out at the stretch of his cock.

"S-Shit, hold it." You whimpered letting a tear roll down your cheek as he hit your hilt, he kissed your cheeks and then your lips lovingly.

"I can stop-"

"No, it's good, just...Just big." You moaned out as the stretching pain began to fade and was replaced with pleasure.

"Move," You urged him as you brought him into a passionate kiss, your fingernails digging into the back of his head as he began thrusting in and out of you slowly. Filling you up as he pushed in and out of you his cock hitting your hilt with ease,

"F-Feels so good." You whimpered as he started to pick up on his thrusts going from small ones to a faster pace, you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him deeper and arching your back off the mattress,

"Oh shit," You moaned loudly looking up at him as he grunted, you were clenching so tightly around him it was like a vice was around his cock but it only encouraged his movements as he began dragging his cock out of you quickly and pushing back into you.

"Yes," You moaned out into his shoulder as you tried to be as quiet as possible but it made him chuckle watching you struggle to stay quiet.

"Precious," He chuckled trailing his hand down your body and rubbing your bud in circles making you moan out his name as you began to get lost in the intense feeling he was giving you.

"F-Faster," You begged out as he bent down to kiss you, he smirked kissing you passionately as he began to drill into you quickly, angling one of your legs in the air so he could hit deeper into you.

"Namjoon! Fuck!" You cried out, completely losing yourself in his relentless thrusts, his name was the only thing you knew how to say.

"I-I'm-" He kissed you knowing what you were going to say and you dragged your nails down his back, digging into his skin and he let out a grunt as he picked up his thrusts. Slamming in and out of you so fast your bed was hitting the wall behind you -- thank god for it being utility room.  

"Cum for me angel," You looked up at him weakly and kissed him deeply wanting to feel him as close to you as possible as he continued to ram into you.

"F-Fuck, fuck," You whimpered as your hips began to buck up from the bed and you could feel your orgasm fast approaching you.

His thumb continued to rub circles into your clit and you went over the edge bucking up wildly as you clenched around him, your nails digging into his skin as he kissed you to drown out your moans. He continued thrusting until he emptied into the condom and whined out as he pulled out from you.

The next morning you woke up to a cold and empty bed, you clutched the sheets around your body looking for a sign of Namjoon but the bedroom was empty. Your heart sank at the thought of it all being some kind of big joke to him but the bedroom door opened and Namjoon backed into the room carrying something,

"Morning," He whispered when he said you awake, you smiled at him and moved over so he could sit down beside you on the bed. He'd dressed you in his shirt from the night before.

"Your dad gave me some clothes to go home in, Yoongi will be by in about two hours. Here," On the tray was a bunch of breakfast foods and some hot drinks, along with some pain killers.

"I thought you could use them, I told them I had a headache." You could feel the heat begin to rise to your face as you thought about the night before with him and he smirked leaning down to kiss you.

"Tonight when we've both showered and stuff and you've thanked Jin for this...Cause I know I will, I'll take you out...How does a movie and take out at my dorm room sound?" You laid your head on his shoulder as you bit into the slice of toast on your plate,

"Sounds terrific." You admitted as he began sipping on the coffee in front of him, he leant back against the bed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Those curtains are still hideous," You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment and he chuckled at you making sure you took the painkillers and had something to eat.

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Why’d It Have to be Snakes

Summary: After a tiring hunt, you return to your motel to find an unwelcomed addition. Your fear builds up enough anxiety that you don’t know what to do, so you quickly call Sam. He comes to your rescue, making a few jokes in the process.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,723

Warnings: Fluff!

Your eyelids felt heavy as you pulled open your motel door. You were unbelievably exhausted. You blindly reached for the light switch on the wall and blinked against the poorly lit room after they flicked on. You dropped your duffel next to the dresser and glanced around the familiar layout of the typical motels you shacked up in every night.

Except there was an addition to this room—an addition that made your stomach drop and your eyes widen in complete terror.

You swallowed the lump that had formed against your throat and began to back away until your back bumped against the door. If someone had asked you what your worst nightmare would be, this situation would very well make the top ten.

Your hand reached for your back pocket, your eyes never faltering from the creature before you. His number was the last one you had called. You swiftly slid the iPhone from your jeans and swiped the screen to hurriedly redial his number. You placed the phone to your ear and prayed he hadn’t jumped in the shower yet.

“Hey, Y/N, you okay?” He had just seen you five minutes before, so it was a completely valid question.

“I’m uh, fine…but could you come to my room for a sec?” Your voice shook a bit as you spoke and you swallowed again as you tried to contain yourself. You watched the thing move slowly, still seemingly unaware of your presence. Or maybe it knew you were there but could sense that you were insanely terrified of it to get any closer.

“Uh, sure,” he seemed confused. “I’ll be right there.”

You both hung up without another word. Your eyes danced over the figure, watching for any kind of sudden movement. Your body jumped and breath hitched at the sound of a knock on your door. Sam Winchester, your knight in shining armor (or, rather, his familiar brown Carhartt jacket).

You moved your eyes away for just a moment to open the door. His hazel eyes searched your face for any sign of danger. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened when he noticed how scared you were.

“What is it?” He reached for your arm and gently moved you aside so he could pass into the room.

You gulped and merely waited for him to see it, seemingly lost for words.

A gentle laugh erupted from the back of his throat when he spotted it. He turned to you with a look on his face that told you he was enjoying this way too much. “A snake? Really?”

You huffed and folded your arms over your chest. “Sammy, come on,” you whined. You wanted to clasp your hand over your mouth as soon as the sound came out. You were never a whiner, but when it came to snakes, all bets were apparently off.

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in a surrendering motion. Sam glanced around the room for something to capture the slithering reptile, which was currently coiled up in the corner of the room. “How did a snake get in here, anyway?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t stop to ask it. Just please get rid of it,” the anxiety was making your skin crawl. You felt bad for the way you were speaking to him, especially since he had come to help you. But you literally couldn’t help yourself. Your fear gave you word vomit and unfortunately, you were currently puking all over your hero.

Sam didn’t seem to mind—he was too preoccupied with scooping the snake into the empty wastebasket from the bathroom. The alarmed snake slithered around the basket but seemed to be secured.

You moved clear to the other side of the bed as Sam headed for the door of the room, still shaking his head with a chuckle. “Relax, Indiana Jones. You’re safe.”

He left the motel room door open as he stepped outside with the bucket. Your heart thudded against your chest as you sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to normalize your breathing; it was useless. You found yourself looking around the room just in case this snake had a mate. Did snakes travel in pairs? You weren’t willing to take the risk.

“Alright, you’re all set,” Sam sighed as he reappeared in the doorway with a now empty wastebasket.

“Thanks, Sam,” you finally managed to mutter as you stood up, now clearly embarrassed. Your cheeks flushed as you dropped your head to look at the carpet. A curtain of your hair fell into your peripheral vision.

“Hey,” you noticed his boots come into your line of view and felt his large hands on your shoulders. One hand dipped under your chin to lift your gaze to meet his. “You’re safe, it’s gone.” You could tell he was trying to fight the grin that kept playing on his lips. You rolled your eyes and pulled out of his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he finally busted at the seams with laughter he was trying to contain. “It’s just…snakes?”

“Yes, for the tenth time now, snakes,” you rolled your eyes and plopped back down on the edge of the bed.

“I just can’t get over it,” he seemed thoroughly amused. “I’ve seen you machete a vamp and stab a shifter. But yet you can’t handle a snake?”

“Two can play that game, Bozo,” you stood from your spot on the bed and marched towards him, determined. “Don’t make me show you the clown video on YouTube again.” Sam’s features instantly straightened. Your mouth cracked into a smile.

“Clowns kill people,” Sam’s jaw tensed, but you could still sense the playful nature between the two of you.

“So do snakes, last time I checked,” you raised your eyebrows in debate.

“Touché,” his lips curved into a small smile. You tried to get the image of the snake out of your mind but yet still felt like your skin was crawling all over; the image of the slithering reptile made you squirm involuntarily. “Just remember what Dean always tells me…”

Before he could even finish, you cut him off. “I know, I know. If it bleeds, you can kill it,” you muttered. “Ugh, I just really hate those damn things,” you shuddered, your arms folded across your chest. “I know it’s lame, trust me—I know. I grew up with two brothers, remember? I got made fun of plenty for my irrational fear.”

Sam rolled his eyes and moved to stand in front of you. “It’s not that irrational,” he reasoned when he noticed you really were worked up over this whole thing. “I mean, snakes are a pretty common fear.” He smirked as his oversized palm gently grazed your cheek; his calloused thumb ran just underneath your eye. You closed your eyes at the touch and felt yourself instantly relax from the overwhelming anxiety you had felt just moments before.

“Yeah, well, I guess lots of people are afraid of clowns, too,” your voice was calm and sympathetic to his equally as debilitating fear.

Sam smiled at your small offering of compassion and bent his head to move his lips delicately over yours. Your hand reached up and grasped onto his hand which cupped your cheek.

“Stay?” Your voice was subtle and almost distant. You finally opened your eyes and peered into his hazel orbs that you loved so much. Sam’s gaze danced between your eyes and his jaw tightened in hesitation.

“If I stay, Dean will have us figured out,” he explained carefully. You moved just your eyes to stare at the multicolored carpet below your feet and Sam instantly regretted what he had said. “Hey, how about I lay with you for a little while? Keep the snakes away?” He laughed softly and smiled when your eyes finally gleamed back at him.

“I vote yes,” you leaned up on your tiptoes to reach his lips once more. While you and Sam were still learning exactly what this was, you enjoyed every second you spent in his presence. A drunken night out a bar while Dean was preoccupied with a random female friend led you and Sam to sporadic hook-ups, to subtle moments on hunts where your bodies would discretely brush up against one another so Dean wouldn’t notice, to sober nights cuddling after a long hunt hours after Dean had gone to bed. Neither of you knew what exactly any of this meant, but right now that didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was that you were enjoying each other’s company.

Sam lovingly reached under the shoulders of your leather jacket and pulled the garment until it was off of your arms and tossed on the sitting chair in the corner of the room. He lifted your black tank top and tossed it on top of the jacket. You eyed his plaid button-up and raised your eyebrows.

Sam laughed and with a quick roll of his eyes, he removed the jacket and unbuttoned his shirt to give it to you. “I’m not letting you keep this one. You keep taking my clothes and I’m not going to have anything to wear at all.”

“I mean, I don’t really see what the problem is…” you winked as you pulled the sleeves over your arms and buttoned the shirt up so your cleavage was barely visible. You pulled off your pants and clambered onto the bed.

“Oh yeah, Dean would love that one,” Sam laughed as he climbed after you in just his jeans. The two of you crawled under the floral comforter and below the sheets.

Sam propped up a pillow against the headboard so he could lean against it, ensuring that he wouldn’t fall asleep and owe Dean an awkward explanation in the morning. He grabbed the remote and switched on the TV as you curled up to his side, your face against his bare chest and your arm tucked across his middle. He scooted you closer to him by wrapping his arm around your side and holding you to him. He absent-mindedly played with your hair as he watched the late-night TV program.

“Night, Bozo,” you mumbled sleepily as your eyelids drifted closed in the glow of the television.

Sam grinned as he leaned down to place a kiss on top of your head. “Night, Indy.”

[miyosamu]

Kuroo & Oikawa thinking their boyfriend’s gonna break up with them

Kuroo Tetsurou

ok

ok ok

kuroo is a mature fully capable intelligent adult, he can handle this

he can handle this in a totally mature way too without needing to blow it out of proportion or get too caught up in his own head

no he can’t

that’s a lie

he’s panicking

he doesn’t know what to do

you haven’t been talking to him much

and whenever you did it was just yes or no responses

you don’t treat him like you used too 

you weren’t giving him any sort of attention as of late

AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT’S WRONG

did he do something?

did he say something?

did he forget an important date?

he has no clue

he went through your past conversations before This Change happened and he couldn’t find a single thing that would prompt this kind of behaviour from you

and thus, he landed on the only possible explanation

you were bored with him

you changed your mind about him

and you were building this distance between you in order to send him hints and get him used to being without you so you could let him down ””easy””

fuck

"KENMAAAAAA I’M ABOUT TO BE BOYFRIEND-LESS AND THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT HELP MEE” 

“just talk to him kuroo” 

“and what??? speed up the process of him breaking up with me?? nO” 

kuroo’s decided to deal with this the one way he knows how

he’ll just have to sweep you off your feet

again

so that’s how operation “Make Y/N Fall For Me: Pt.2″ was born

needless to say, kenma and yaku thought he was being absolutely ridiculous 

bokuto thought it was genius though 

“i always knew there was a reason i liked you bokuto”

so for the following week, kuroo has been nothing but EXTRA flirtatious and loving

he brought you small gifts that he thought you’d like

he was extra touchy and cuddly 

he kissed you more frequently and held you close to him longer than usual

when you first noticed his increased attentiveness you thought it was strange and your first reaction was “what did you do?” because you assumed he was trying to appease you so you wouldn't be mad at him for breaking your laptop or something of the sort 

but he insisted it was nothing like that so you let it slide

near the end of the week, kuroo had asked you on a friday date night!

at first, you had refused because “kuroo you had matches every day of this week you should rest over the weekend”

but for some reason he couldn’t pinpoint, your refusal to go out on a date with him, combined with your odd behaviour from before made him panic 

so he grabbed your hand and damn near begged you to go out with him

“come on y/n, please. i want to do this i wouldn't have asked if i was too tired or something yeah? i want to spend time together”

you caught on to the underlying sense of desperation for him, which concerned you greatly.

so of course, you agreed and thankfully he relaxed immediately after

during your date, kuroo would be as charming as ever   

maybe even try a little too hard but it was kind of adorable.

as nice and flattering as it all was, it did nothing but further your suspicion that something was definitely amiss 

so on your way back home from your date, you decided to confront him about it 

kuroo, knowing he couldn’t lie to you and get away with it, told you everything

you were really caught off guard by what he told you

but also?? super super delighted that kuroo had gone above and beyond to make you wanna stay with him

even though you never really planned on leaving in the first place

it was very sweet

it just made you fall for him even more

him going to such lengths just showed how much he cared for you and how much he loved you 

you were deeply touched 

you, of course, told him all that

and also ensured him that you never planned on leaving 

things were getting too stressful, you needed some space so you subconsciously started pulling away from people 

you hadn’t meant to worry him

kuroo was SO SO RELIEVED 

it was like a dreadful weight just lifted off his shoulders 

he laughed at the whole situation honestly, wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around before kissing you lovingly on the lips out of joy

and also just to solidify his intentions of not letting go of you anytime soon

or hopefully never

Oikawa Tooru

he deals with it like most every other issue he deals with

denial

just

denial through and through

nope

no way

not happening 

not possible 

everyboDY SHUT UP 

god 

G O D  HE WAS SO STRESSED 

and he would not be able to hide it for shit 

when oikawa is nervous it shows

he just has these little mannerisms than give it away 

now iwaizumi was the first to notice he’s been tense so he asked

and oikawa just unleashed 

he whined and whined about you possibly breaking up with him but then he’d turn around and deny it in the same breath 

he’s trying to convince himself this isn’t happening 

“i mean there’s no way y/n-chan would leave me right??”

“it doesn’t make sense i don’t think i gave him a reason to suddenly dislike me !!!”

“we were fine until recently !!”

“more than fine even!!!”

“i mean sure i’m often preoccupied with volleyball practice and that sometimes limits the time we can spend together  and yeah ok maybe he would want someone who can offer more of their time to him and take him on nice dates every weekend like he deserves and maybe he just wants someone who’s more stable and doesn’t have a career that requires them to travel a lot and maybe he wants to be with someone who can make him feel like their relationship is steady and balanced and not always on the verge of being a long distanced one most time  but that doesn’t mean he wants to break up right??!?”

he’ll just dig himself this hole and not get out of it 

now

in reality 

you could be just a little under the weather

just feeling drained & low on energy because Life Makes You Like That Sometimes 

but Oikawa had convinced himself you’re starting to see how flimsy your relationship can be due to his choice of career and are now reconsidering being with him 

Iwaizumi, being The Voice of Reason™, had told him that that’s a load of bullshit

you had known what you were getting yourself into when you got into a relationship with oikawa, but had done it regardless

“so stop being a dumbass and just go explain to him what you’re upset over so he can tell you you’re wrong and i can gloat about how i’m always right”

and oikawa had wanted to do just that

really he did

but anytime he saw you now his stomach flipped nervously and he gets all clammy

he knows he should talk to you about it but [Anxiety]

oikawa has a lot of self-doubts no matter how hard he tries to act like he doesn’t

so the thought of upsetting you due to him lacking as a boyfriend didn’t help him

and as much as he tried to tell himself he’ll talk to you about it he’ll talk to you about it

as a defense mechanism, his self-doubts and anxiety subconsciously had him pulling away from you 

you can’t pull away from him if he pulls away first right?

by the time that you got back on your own two feet you had wanted to talk to oikawa and apologize to him for being distant lately 

but he wasn’t giving you the chance 

he wasn’t outright ignoring you but he was definitely avoiding you 

you deduced that he was upset at you for being so distant lately and the guilt swallowed you whole 

it was just an ugly mental battle within yourselves that convinced you the other has had enough of you

so neither of you was talking to the other now, or even attempting to which just made things woRSE and it was just     no

iwaizumi, god bless his soul, decided it was time for a major intervention beCAUSE HE CAN’T STAND SEEING YOU TWO BEING SULKY LITTLE SHITS AND NOT COMMUNICATING BECAUSE YOU BOTH DECIDED FOR YOURSELVES THAT THE OTHER WAS BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU 

he forcefully sat you both down and had you talk it out 

you literally owe him everything because he single-handedly saved you guys’ relationship

after removing all the misunderstandings between you two and after a whole lot of Physical Affection to make up for lost time 

you and oikawa were back on track with your relationship

you both have to work on communicating your doubts 

but hey 

baby steps

also, iwaizumi got to gloat

[barnesbabee]

Soft || J.Y

Summary: Being insecure is a very big no-no for Yunho, and he want to make sure you know it.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Words: Few

Genre: Smut, Fluff

A/N: Ok let me just say I am TERRIBLE at soft stuff. But there was too much of a theme going on with my works and I wanted to change it a bit?? Here yall go hope you like it xx

1/2 updates today

I will kiss whoever requests something 

 You loved Yunho with all your heart, and you knew he loved you as well. Deep down, however, you questioned if he was attracted to you. If you ever turned him on. You never had sex and you didn't want to seem pushy by suggesting it... You wanted Yunho to want you.

  You'd tried it all, bending over with the tiniest skirt, trailing your hand a little too high up his leg, wearing tight dresses, but nothing fired him up.

  One night it hit a little too deep. You were staying over at Ateez's flat for the weekend, and as you waited for your boyfriend to get home, you laid on his bed, trying to understand what was wrong with you.

   Maybe you weren't pretty enough, or he didn't like your body type, or you weren't flirty enough... As these thoughts came flooding in, you found yourself hugging his pillow tightly against your body and sobbing loudly while tears stained your cheeks.

    Suddenly the door opened violently and someone came running to the side of the bed.

    "Y/N!? Y/N, baby, what's wrong?"

    Yunho was crouched down beside the bed, eyeing you up and down with wide eyes, not quite knowing what to do.

    You didn't expect him to come home so soon, so you were caught by surprise. You quickly sat up and messily wiped your face before letting out an awkward laugh.

   "Ah it's nothing, it's stupid, don't worry baby. Why are you home so early?" You asked, trying to change the subject.

   Of course, he didn't buy it. Yunho sat beside you on the bed and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

   "I asked them if they minded me leaving a little early to spend some time with you, and thank God I did Y/N. What's going on? Did I do something?" Yunho questioned worriedly as he laid a hand on your thigh.

  You sighed before gathering the courage to say anything.

  "Do you find me attractive?"

   Yunho was caught off guard by the stupid question. He was visibly confused and honestly, he didn't know what to answer.

    "Y/N, are you joking? I was the one who asked you to be my girlfriend, I think you're gorgeous. Why on earth would you think I wouldn't find you attractive!?"

    You bit your lip before bringing up the actual issue at hand. It was an awkward conversation but you felt like you owed him an explanation nevertheless.

     "It's just... Sometimes I wonder why you're never sexual with me. I've made so many efforts to try and catch your attention and make you do something but I just- I don't know Yunho, I just want to be good enough for you."

    By the end of your last sentence, your voice became shaky and your eyes watery. Yunho cupped your face and made you look at him.

    "Y/N, I don't want you to think, for one second, that you're not good enough for me. I love you, ok?" He told you, to assure you that you were dear to him, before sighing and removing his hands from your face to explaining himself "I just... I'm not experienced, okay? And I want to live up to your standards and I just want everything to be perfect. It's not because you're unattractive, you have no idea how many boners I've had to hide, it's cause I'm scared of disappointing you..."

   It was now your turn to cheer him up. You honestly couldn't believe a man like that thought he could disappoint you... You straddled him and stroked his cheek lovingly.

   "Yunho, nothing you do ever disappoints me. I love you more than anything, and that alone makes every single thing you do perfect."

   "Really?" He asked as he blushed from all the compliments.

   You nodded, wearing a big smile, and you both giggled. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, but as soon as you pulled away he grabbed your neck and pulled you close, deepening the kiss. You grabbed onto his collar and a moan escaped you, surprised at the sudden roughness.

    His tongue slipped into your mouth slowly as your hips rolled against his, to cause friction between your legs.

    "So," you started, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck "you said they weren't home yet?"

    "Not for at least another hour." Yunho replied, wearing a dirty expression on his face.

     His hands moved down to your ass and gave it a squeeze, slightly pulling your crotch closer to his own.

    You moaned against his neck as you bit down on a soft spot on his skin. Yunho tilted his head slightly, giving you more access, and a soft moan left his lips. Your boyfriend held your hips in place and rolled his own against yours. Every time he brought his hips up you could feel him getting harder and harder.

    "Y/N, I want you to ride me."

    You pulled away from his neck and looked at him. He had hooded, lust-filled eyes, and his face had a desperate look. You caressed his cheek and kissed him softly, with a smile.

    "Anything for you baby." You told him.

    You lifted yourself up from him and stripped from your shorts and underwear. The sight of your bare pussy sitting on his erection almost made him come on the spot, but he held back. Your fingers quickly undid the string of his sweatpants and he raised his hips so you could pull down his pants.

     Once you did so you could clearly see the outline of his hard cock and a wet patch on his boxers, right at the tip. You smirked at Yunho as your fingers encircled his member over the underwear. You started jerking him off and he groaned.

    "Stop teasing me Y/N..." He begged.

    You pulled down his boxers and let his erection spring free. He blushed a little at the exposure. All of the nervousness washed away and was replaced with excitement as you lifted your hips, grabbed his cock and played with it. You rubbed his tip up and down your womanhood, and Yunho didn't know how much longer he could last, so when you placed him by your entrance (with the intention of teasing him some more), he grabbed your hips and pulled you down while simultaneously jerking his hips up.

    You gasped at the movement and gripped Yunho's shoulders. You were surprised and very turned on at Yunho's dominant demeanor, and you made sure to let him know.

    "Oh- my God Yunho, you feel so good baby."

    His grip on your waist tightened and he slammed you down harder and harder each time.

     You grabbed his wrists harshly and threw your head back in pleasure. Yunho's eyes were fixated on your body as you jumped on his dick and he honestly couldn't get enough of the view. The room was filled with moans and the filthy sounds your bodies were making.

    All it took was a slap to your ass to get you near to your high.

    "Oh my God Yunho do it again!" You pleaded.

   Realizing what it did to you, Yunho picked up the pace and slapped your ass, harder this time.

    "Come on come for me baby." He said, spanking you once more.

     You buried your head in the crook of his neck and moaned his name. Yunho couldn't last any longer, and the second your walls clenched around him he came, buried deep inside you still.

    The both of you stayed like that, your face resting on him and his arms around your small figure (compared to his), while you regained your breaths.

    Midway through, however, you heard a knock on the door, causing the two of you to widen your eyes.

   You didn't reply, as you had no idea what to do, but soon San's voice spoke.

    "Are... Are you two done? We're waiting for you to have dinner."

[a-winchester-fairytale]

Forgive Me

Summary: Sometimes the memories you make are worth the risks you take

Word Count: 2005

Warnings: lots angst in this one, mention of fears, anxiety, and broken hearts

A/N:  I am participating in @supernatural-jackles​ Bi_Weekly writing challenge and this is my first submission.  (Thank you for a fun challenge)  I ended up using 6 of the prompts and they are all bold in the fic below.  

Please feel free to let me know what you think.  I love the feedback. <3

You stood frozen, staring at the huge door and trying to force yourself to reach up and knock.  It had been two months since you stepped across that threshold, leaving your home and the only man you had ever loved behind.

“You can do this, Y/N.” You told yourself under your breath. You closed your eyes, squeezing them tight, and wrapped your knuckles on the door before you could change your mind. As soon as you did, you felt a knot in your stomach and you planted your feet sternly to keep from running away.  

Dean flung open the door, surprised to see you standing on the other side.  You watched as the muscles in his face twitched, his eyes scanning you to be sure he wasn’t seeing things before they rested intensely on your face.  He crossed his arms smugly and leaned a shoulder against the door frame.

“What are you doing here?” He asked without revealing anything in his tone.  

You’re eyes immediately fell to the ground in front of you and you took a deep shaky breath.  “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me, but I wanted to see you.”  You replied softly, glancing back up at him.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“But Dean….”  You began, hating yourself for sounding like you were begging.  That wasn’t why you had come.  Dean scoffed.

“No, Y/N.  You made it perfectly clear what you wanted when you walked out.”  He snapped. You caught movement over his shoulder, taking your attention away from his glare for a moment.  Dean glanced behind him when your eyes darted in that direction.

“Is everything okay?” A velvet voice asked.  You watched in stunned silence as a beautiful girl walked up to his side with concern on her face.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?” He replied, gently.  She let her fingertips rest on his arm for an instant and gave you a tight lipped smile as she stepped past you and walked away to her car.

“Is that your girlfriend?” You asked, watching her get inside and drive off.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.”  

“You’re right.  You don’t.”  You admitted with a sigh.  “But, Dean, are you going to hate me forever?”  You pressed.  

Dean just shrugged his shoulders, but you could see his anger crack, revealing a sadness in his eyes. He must have realized it because he rolled his eyes and his tongue darted across his lips instead of answering you.  

“Guess I can’t hate you for telling the truth.  Loving me is a death sentence.”  He finally mumbled, his arms unfolding as he did.  He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I didn’t mean that.” You told him, the words coming out in a whisper. Hearing those words thrown back at you felt like a dagger in your heart and you felt a panic as your vision blurred with tears.  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.”  

You turned to leave, wanting to run before he saw your tears.  A solitary sob broke free from your throat as you dropped your purse and you scrambled to pick it up.  

“Wait….”  Dean said.  You looked up at him to see him flinch, his own inability to let you leave frustrating him.  He closed his eyes for a moment and then reached out his hand to help you back up off the ground.  “You don’t have to go.  Come on inside, if you want.”

You couldn’t hide the surprise on your face, feeling like you hadn’t heard him correctly.  He grinned slightly and his thumb brushed a tear from your cheek.  “Come on.” He added, stepping to the side. With his free hand, he gesturing to the door and followed as you timidly went inside.

Everything looked exactly the same, and for a moment you almost forgot that it wasn’t your home anymore. When the realization hit you again, you quickly shook it out of your mind to keep from crying again.

Your eyes followed Dean as he walked confidently past you and headed to the bar.  He filled a glass that already had a small amount of whiskey in it.  He offered you one, but you just shook your head and he shrugged.  He took the glass in one hand, the bottom sliding along the counter as he dragged it with him.  He walked back around and sat down at the table.

“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but what exactly did you think was going to happen when you knocked on that door?”  He asked you.

You looked up at the ceiling, almost laughing at how much you had missed his bluntness.  His eyebrow raised, and you just shook your head to brush the thought away.

“Honestly?”  You began, slowly walking over to the table and sliding down across from him.  “I don’t know what I expected.  I just wanted a chance to tell you that I am sorry for everything that happened and to tell you that I missed you.”

“Missed me?”  He huffed.

“Of course.  Dean, you were my best friend.  Then, you became so much more than that.”  You insisted.  Dean took a drink from the glass in his hand and set it down on the table next to him as he slid forward.

“Then why?  Just tell me the truth, Y/N.  I loved you, really loved you, and I thought you…I thought you felt the same way about me.   I mean, it’s like one day you just stopped and I still have no idea why.”

“I didn’t stop.  I got scared and stupid.”  You admitted.  “When I was lost all those years ago, you found me and you convinced me that everything would be okay.  You made me feel like there wasn’t anything in the world I couldn’t do as long as you were right there beside me.”

“I didn’t really just find you.”  The tiniest sliver of a smile returned to his face, but only for a moment.  “We found each other.  That’s all that matters - at least it was to me.”  He added, the smile disappearing along with his last words.

“It was for me too.” You admitted, letting your thoughts linger for a moment.  

Dean took another drink and looked away.  “This isn’t making a whole lot of sense.”  He told you, rolling his eyes.  You stood up and turned away from him then, pressing the palm of your right hand with the thumb of your left.  

“I could see the road ahead and the way you always sacrifice yourself.  It’s noble and heroic and makes it so easy to fall in love with you, but when it’s over…..”  You let your words fall away.

Even now, standing in the same room and knowing he was alive, you were still unable to think about the worst without feeling like you were suffocating.  You took a deep breath, running your teeth along your bottom lip.  Dean just watched you, thinking back to the night you walked out and seeing it in a different light.

“I was afraid that no matter how hard we tried we wouldn’t be able to find a way to stop what was coming – and I just couldn’t watch you die.” You finally found the words to continue.  “I could feel myself pulling away the closer we got to the end and wanting to cling so tightly to you at the same time.  I thought I was doing the right thing, that somehow if I didn’t know how it all turned out I could just trick myself into believing that you were safe and happy.”

“And when I tried to stop you from leaving, you said the one thing…”

“…that I knew would make it impossible to change my mind.”  You interrupted as you turned to face him once more, confirming he was right.  

Dean let out a deep sigh, slowly lifting the glass to his lips again.  He let it sit there for a moment, closing his eyes as your words sank in. Finally he let the last of the liquid slide past his lips, swallowing his pride along with the whiskey.  You watched in silence as he set the glass down again.

“I wish you would have just told me how you felt.”  He practically whispered, shaking his head.  He had never gotten used to the idea of having someone care for him the way he cared for others.

“You were meant to save the world.  I’ve always believed that and I didn’t want to change you.  I just didn’t think I was strong enough to live in a world without you in it.  Besides, would it have made a difference?”  You asked, laughing a little.  Dean chuckled along with you.

“I don’t know.”  He admitted.  He chewed on his lower lip, his green eyes watching cautiously as you walked around the table and knelt down in front of him.  You reached out and took his hands in yours.

“I know it’s too late, Dean. I just needed you to know that whatever happens, I’m sorry I made you feel like I stopped loving you.  I couldn’t – not ever.”  You promised.

“What if it’s not too late?” He asked.  You could hear the hope in his voice mirroring the hope you felt in your heart.

“But, what about your girlfriend?”  You asked, glancing at the front door as though she was still standing there.  He laughed, which only confused you more.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He replied.  “She is just an old friend of Sam’s.  He ran into her on a case a few days ago.  She came by looking for him and to drop off some books that he let her use for research.”

“So, are you saying you could forgive me?”  You pressed. Dean smiled, his green eyes staring lovingly at you.  He reached up and brushed back a strand of your hair as he nodded.

“Come here.”  He said, standing and pulling you up with him.  He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly against him.  

You hugged him back, your fingers barely tangled in the soft strands of hair.  You inhaled, enjoying the smell that was so uniquely Dean it made you feel like home.

“I can’t promise you that I’ll live forever.”  His words mumbled as he buried his face in your hair.  “But I will do everything I can to make sure I don’t leave you.”

“I can’t promise you that I won’t worry about you, but I realized that I don’t want you to be anyone different for me.  This is what you and Sam do.  It’s who you are and I will never walk out on you like that again.”  You told him.  

Staying away from Dean had been the hardest thing you had ever tried to do.  As much as you didn’t want to pull yourself from Dean’s embrace, you leaned back so you could look him in the eye as you continued.  

“No matter what happens, I want to spend every moment of this life with you.  I want to know that if the world turns against us, and one of us doesn’t make it home, that we have all our memories to hold onto.  I want to us to say good-bye knowing that we lived a life where we were happy and loved – no matter what, because we deserve that.”

“I still love you so much, Y/N.  I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that you mean the world to me…that is, if you think I won’t scare you away again by doing it.”  He added with a mischievous smirk.

“I dare you to try.” You teased, slipping back into a familiar rhythm with him.

“Oh yeah?”  He chuckled as you smiled up at him and nodded enthusiastically.  Dean leaned his forehead against yours, his smile lingering on his face.  “I dare you to kiss me.”  He said, returning the challenge.

And you did.

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