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kisses-for-cas · 3 years ago

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Summary: When a witch hunt forces the Winchesters to go undercover in a suburban neighborhood, Dean finds himself fighting with his upcoming feelings for a certain angel. To be more precise: the angel, who currently pretends to be married to his brother Sam.

Ships: Dean/Castiel

Word Count: 8,200

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Tammy has lived in this neighborhood for almost 30 years – she raised her kids around here and now is enjoying her well-deserved retirement with her husband Harold. And if she knows one thing for certain, then it’s this: there’s something wrong with the new neighbors. It’s not because they are gay, Tammy tells herself. She believes herself to be quite open-minded, one of her nieces is actually a lesbian. It’s something else, but she can’t quite put her finger on it yet.

The men moved in today, only a few days after the last tenants died in a horrible and tragic accident involving the lawnmower and a malfunctioning electric wire. Tammy doesn’t like to admit it, but she always knew those two didn’t fit the neighborhood. Sarah brought it up several times at Sunday Brunch, and as it turned out, the entire neighborhood held a grudge against the deceased couple. At least the house still looked well enough to get sold almost immediately again.

It’s hard to catch glimpses of the movers, but she catches a few sights as she stretches out of her bedroom window. One of them has dark hair and is wearing a tan trenchcoat, the other one seems to be taller and is coated in a flannel shirt. Not really the type to be moving into this street, but they might turn out to be nice. She tries to keep an open mind, she tells herself, even though she doesn’t understand how somebody could possibly move while wearing a trenchcoat.

Shortly after dinner, the doorbell rings, and Tammy almost jumps forward to get it. Sarah told her she’d call once she had a proper talk with the new neighbors, but the phone’s been quiet so far. But to her surprise, it’s not her friend in front of the door, but two handsome men holding a basket with muffins.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Philipps. We’re the Winchesters,” the taller of both says, as he holds his hand out. Tammy shakes them politely, as she smiles at them.

“Tammy is fine, and my husband Harold is probably already asleep in his lounge seat,” she jokes as she shakes their hands. The man in the trenchcoat seems a bit more reserved, but he still gives her a small smile when she looks at him.

“Nice to meet you, Tammy,” the other man says again. “I’m Sam, and this is my husband Cas.”

5 days earlier

“Lawnmower accident?” Dean laughs, as he re-reads the headline again. “Well, if this isn’t our kind of thing, I really don’t know what is.”

“Exactly what I thought,” Sam replies, turning his laptop back to himself. “Apparently there were several deaths within the last 10 years in this neighborhood, and all of them were classified as accidents.”

“All over the area? So less likely a spirit, and more like –“

“Witches?” Sam finishes his brother’s sentence. “Probably, the victims weren’t exactly popular in the area. One of them had a kid, but the couple wasn’t married. Another person wanted to move in with her wife, but she died before she could. Seems like they are most likely targeting people, who don’t fit the community.”

Witches and conservative suburbs sure aren’t Dean’s favorite things in the world, that much is sure. But if people are in danger, there’s no way he’d let them down. Especially, if he might get to kill some fundamentalist witch.

“Huh, so what we’re thinking? I’d say go undercover, but brothers usually don’t go buying some white picket fence house in a conservative neighborhood,” the older Winchester proposes, while settling back in his seat. He remembers how they tried to infiltrate that neighborhood so many years ago and how the salespeople kept mistaking them for a couple.

“I thought Eileen and I could maybe do it, but her leg isn’t healing as we hoped,” Sam thinks out loud, wincing at the thought of his injured girlfriend. The recent werewolf hunt was tougher than expected and left Eileen’s leg badly hurt. Cas tried his best to heal her, but she was still struggling.

“Maybe one of us could team up with Mom?” Dean suggests but cringes once the words leave his mouth. “Urgh, never mind. I’m not very strong on the Oedipus thing.”

“What about me?” Cas chimes in, all eyes turning to him. Dean didn’t even realize the angel entered the room. “Since we are not related, it might be less awkward to pretend a relationship.”

Dean is left more or less speechless, as he babbles incoherent words. He likes Cas very much; they are best friends for a reason. But pretending to be in a relationship? Heaven and Hell have been teasing them for years about their “profound bond”, so they might even get away with it. But Dean’s stomach twists uncomfortably at the mere thought of calling Cas a pet name or holding his hand in public.

“Uh-Uh, no way I’m getting fake-married to Cas!” Dean protests once he finds the ability to speak again. His reaction was apparently a bit harsh, judging by the looks both Cas and Sam give him.

“Okay…,” Sam sighs, drawing the word out in a long breath. It sounds like he wants to say more but instead turns to face the angel. “Castiel, would you like to pretend-marry me?”

Dean can feel a blush creep up his neck, as he stares at his brother. It’s the reasonable thing to do, but it just feels wrong. Nobody ever questioned their status as friends, and Dean can’t even picture the both of them acting in love. When he thought his stomach felt bad before, he’s now actually feeling sick.

He’s close to suggesting a fake relationship with their mom again when Cas simply nods to answer Sam’s question. “Of course, Sam. I mean, I do.”

The two share a hinted smile as if they are both part of a joke Dean doesn’t get. The sick feeling still doesn’t leave him, as he stands up from his seat. He must have eaten something wrong today, that’s the only logical explanation.

“Well, Mazel Tov to you guys then,” Dean mutters, more to himself than to the other men. They don’t even look at him when he leaves the room behind.

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“I still think this is a stupid idea,” Dean protests, as he puts the meatloaf in the oven. Somewhere behind him, he knows Cas is preparing the salad and Sam is busy fluffing some pillows on the couch.

“We need to connect with all the neighbors, and a housewarming party is the easiest way to do so,” Sam replies annoyed. He and Cas introduced themselves to everyone in the neighborhood, but nobody seemed guilty so far. Cas tried his best to “sniff the witch out” but only found some kitchen herbs in the local gardens and a loud laugh from Dean, when he explained his plan to search for witch-like smells. So far, they had no clue who the responsible party could be.

“Dearest, could you make space in the hallway closet for the coats?” Sam calls out to Cas, and Dean almost burns his hand at the stove. He had a few days to adjust to the idea of Sam and Cas pretending a relationship, but the term of endearment still surprises the hunter.

“What’s next? You’re gonna kiss goodbye on the porch when Cas drives to work?” Dean snaps at his brother, who seems confused by the sudden anger.

“If the situation needs it, sure…,” Sam replies, but Dean interrupts him before he can continue.

“What the hell, Sammy? Dearest? What kind of weird pet name is that even supposed to be?”

“The one Sam and I agreed to,” Cas replies drily. The look in his blue eyes leaves no space for any further discussion. “This act is completely planned out, and we can’t risk our standing because you are having trouble adjusting, Dean.”

Just as Dean wants to argue again, they are interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. They can only hope nobody heard their yelling, the last thing they need is unnecessary gossip from the neighbors. Cas and Sam waltz towards the front door, while Dean stays a few steps behind them.

“Hello Tammy, Harold. Welcome to our humble home,” Sam greets the guests, as the couple enters their hallway. Cas takes their jackets from them, hanging them in the biggest coat closet Dean’s ever seen. Well, at least the house got some perks. Before he can think more about the architectural features of the house, his brother calls for him.

“This is my brother Dean,” Sam introduces him, and Dean tries his best to give a fake smile and nod politely at the boring stories the neighbors tell him. This is going to be a long evening…

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“Well Ladies, let’s begin Sunday Brunch,” Irene happily pronounces, as she raises her mimosa in the air. The other women do the same, cheering each other. It’s the first Sunday Brunch after the Winchesters moved to the area, leaving more than enough gossip material for the group.

“They seem nice enough, but I heard Sam is unemployed. He just sits around all day at home and waits for his Cassiel to come back home!” Jennifer complains with a deep sigh. It’s no secret she isn’t the biggest fan of the new couple, but even she can’t deny the quality of the served meatloaf at the housewarming.

“His name is Cassiel, dear,” Beth replies, eying the salmon pieces hungrily. “They said Sam’s working in IT and can do it from home. Clearly, an excuse, if you ask me.”

The gossip continues happily: Tammy found out they only have one toothbrush. Irene asked about Cas’s job, and apparently, he’s working in a nearby library. And all of them agree, their marriage is weird. Whenever Sam touched his husband, it felt unnatural, and they didn’t kiss once the whole evening.

“We need to address the elephant in the room,” Sarah sighs, and the group’s attention draws over to her. She’s been quiet so far, which means her news are far bigger than everyone else’s: “The brother.”

“If I were only twenty years younger…,” Beth starts, earning a peal of laughter from the women around her. “He’s very handsome, that’s true.”

“Yes, and I think Castiel would agree with you there,” Sarah speaks, before taking a long sip from her teacup. The reaction is immediate, as all the women start talking at once. The Winchester barely lived a week in the neighborhood, but they already produced the best gossip they had in a while.

“Do you think they are having an affair?” Tammy asks shocked. Of course, she had felt the tension between the family members, but she blamed it on the stress of moving. But now that Sarah suggested it, it seems like a possible explanation.

“We can’t be sure yet, but I bet something is going on. Dean surely looked rather unhappy every time he saw Sam touching his hubby. And Cas got some serious heart-eyes for his brother-in-law.”

“Besides,” Irene steps in “their marriage just seems – off? There’s more sex happening in the way Cas looks at Dean than in his marriage bed with Sam”

“Irene!” The shocked gasp from the elder women makes the other guests laugh, as they refill their mimosas.

“Oh, poor Sam,” Tammy sighs, fiddling with her wedding ring. Being cheated on must be awful on its own, but having your husband fool around with your own brother? That’s a new level of tastelessness.“

“Anyways, have you seen Mrs. Ericson’s new haircut? Just awful…”

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Dean excuses himself early from the housewarming party, not knowing how much more of the charade he could have handled. He expected to get some blackmailing material for his brother, it was supposed to be a funny sight after all. What he didn’t expect was the burning sensation on his inside, as he regarded the play right in front of him.

He’s still mad about the whole thing, and how caught up both of them were. It’s one thing to hold hands and present in the couple in front of others. But Sam calling Cas by a pet name in private? That’s just unprofessional, even Dean knows that. And then Sam told him, he would even kiss Cas if the situation needs it…What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Nobody is going to force them to kiss, the party guests are all far too old to play “spin the bottle” anymore.

Would Cas even kiss back, if Sam initiated a kiss? The angel doesn’t seem the type for physical affection; hell, he only lost his virginity a few years ago! The image of Cas pressing Meg against the wall, kissing her passionately, popped back up in Dean’s mind. And then the image changed to Cas and Sam in the same manner…God, Dean’s gonna have to swallow some holy water to get rid of that mental image.

Carefully, he watched the way his brother and his friend interacted, and the sight made him feel uneasy. He thought it was a stupid idea for them to fake a relationship because it would just be weird. But now that he was watching the way Cas’s hand rested on Sam’s lower back, Dean realized it’s something entirely else: he’s jealous. It’s not a feeling he knows very well; after all, none of his relationships ever lasted long. But as he watched Cas laugh at one of Sam’s stories, their sides pressed together – it’s setting something inside of Dean loose.

If he hadn’t acted like a child, he might have been the one standing beside Cas at that moment. He would have been the one holding his hand, laughing at his jokes, and maybe even pressing soft kisses on Castiel’s cheek. Nobody would even question their act, he’s sure of that. And then his mind kept wandering, back to the memory of Cas showing off his kissing skills. Except now it wasn’t Meg, but himself getting pinned against the wall.

Dean’s not stupid; he knows he likes men the same way he likes women. It’s been a long journey to finally find self-acceptance, but he’s finally contempt with it. That doesn’t mean he’s going to buy pride stickers and tell everyone around him he’s bi. No, it’s his secret and he’s the only one who needs to know about it.

He also knows Cas’s vessel is very attractive. But those two things – his attraction to men and his profound bond with Cas – were never something he considered might be related. But thinking about Cas kissing him – it’s something Dean never knew he wanted that much. When the sight of the happy couple got too much for him to bear, Dean excused himself to get a drink. Only then he remembered they are actually on a job, and he’s supposed to be on the watch out for possible bad guys.

And he’s totally going to do that.

Once he had a proper drink.

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“Please tell me your stupid charade is at least getting you somewhere,” Dean groans, once Cas is settled in his seat across from him. They decided to meet up in a close diner to discuss their next steps, while Sam is hacking the public security cameras from their house. Dean refuses to call it their “home”, hating the implication it’s setting.

“There are a few people we can surely rule out,” Cas replies, stirring some sugar into the coffee mug Dean pressed into his hands. “On my drive yesterday, the energetic waves were much stronger at the end of the street.”

“Great, so what’s next? You and Sammy going to play house for some more weeks, until we finally got our suspect?”

Dean can only hope the hunt will be over rather sooner than later. He barely slept the night after the housewarming party, his mind racing with thoughts. Not even liquor helped to drown them out and the night left him feeling not only exhausted but more upset than ever.

Castiel releases an annoyed groan. “Can you just…you’re undermining this plan at every given opportunity, and Sam and I are getting worried you might risk the entire thing.”

“I just want,” Dean starts, the words twisting in his throat. He knows exactly what he wants, ever since seeing Cas and Sam casually holding hands and snuggling on the couch. But at the same time, he knows it’s something he can’t have. Angels aren’t supposed to have emotions, he knows that. But when he catches Castiel’s blue eyes carefully watching him, Dean can’t help but feel a spark of hope.

“Do you ever think things could be, you know, different between you and me? Maybe we could be…more…or…”

“Dean,” Cas replies, his name sounding almost like a prayer from his lips. “Are you saying…”

“Well, hello you handsome fellas,” a sudden voice snaps them back to reality and when they look at its owner, Beth is smiling at them. “I thought it was you, so I just had to pop in and say hello.”

“Hello then,” Dean grumpily answers, his eyes focused on the table before him. Of all possible times, Beth had to disrupt them just now. He remembers the way those nosy neighbors had eyed him at the housewarming party, and how it made him uneasy. But then again, he only had eyes for Cas that evening.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work, Cas?” Beth asks, an obnoxious tone hidden under her sweetly sick smile. Right, Dean remembers, they told everyone Cas works at the library. Good enough of an excuse to spend their time there.

“Uhhh – Lunch break,” Castiel answers stiffly, his eyes shortly glancing over to Dean. The hunter seems to have grown smaller by the second, as he fiddles with the menu.

“Well, tell Sam I said hi,” she comments cheerfully, as she finally leaves them alone again. Silence falls over the table, only disturbed by the noise of the diner around them. Dean can feel Castiel’s watchful eyes on him, but he’s not ready to face them yet. He might not believe in fate or destiny, but the disturbance came just at the right time. A few seconds more and he might have destroyed the best friendship he had his entire life.

“Dean…,” Cas finally breaks the silence, but Dean interrupts him before he can speak more.

“Just forget it, Cas…Let’s focus back on the case.”

They don’t pay any attention to Beth, who silently snaps a picture of them from the outside. It feels like the ultimate proof those two are actually having an affair; why else would they meet up in a diner during Castiel’s work hours? She can’t help but grin, as she sends the picture to her friends.

TO: BRUNCH LADIES

“Look who’s having dinner instead of working….”

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“It’s Jennifer,” Cas says, once the image of Dean flashes over the laptop screen. After several neighbors pointed out how attached Dean seems to be to his brother, they decided to stick to virtual conversations for the moment.

“You sure?” Dean asks as he watches his brother and his best friend sit on their couch. He should be glad to once have an entire motel room for himself, but for some strange reason, he misses his family. Okay, he knows exactly why: he hates not knowing what’s happening between his brother and Cas. Sammy isn’t interested in Cas that way, he knows that. But the thought of them holding hands is enough to get Dean bothered.

“Absolutely,” Sam replies. “She was already one of our suspects due to some lucky incidents in the last few years, but when I was at her house, I clearly saw some witch supplies.”

“Her magic doesn’t seem too powerful, destroying her supplies and her altar should be enough to stop her,” Cas adds up, and Dean nods along.

“She’s working from home, right?” Dean asks while trying to remember everything about the suspect. Jennifer didn’t talk to him a lot; she was more of a loner. Apparently, her husband died a few years ago and left her enough money to start her own jewelry company. “How are we going to get her out of the house long enough to take care of the situation?”

“We could throw another party. Maybe celebrate a birthday or a wedding anniversary. And you and Mom could handle the house in the meantime,” Sam suggests.

“She didn’t stay long at the housewarming,” Cas throws in. “We need some more time, there might be warding at her house – maybe we could try a distraction, so she stays longer?”

“You could fake-break-up your fake marriage,” Dean huffs under his breath, knowing already they won’t agree to it. If their plan fails, the entire cover-up story would be blown up. There’s a bottle of beer in Dean’s hands and he takes a deep gulp from it. It may not be noon yet, but he stopped caring about that years ago.

Cas answers once Dean finished drinking. “No, that’s hardly enough to draw her attention.”

“We could call Jack, maybe he can help out. He could be your unknown son from a secret affair,” Dean jokes next. It sounds almost like a cheap plotline from Dr. Sexy – except Dr. Sexy’s secret son actually appeared in season 3 and needed an organ transplant, which could only be donated by his father. While Dean tries to remember how the episode ended, Sam and Cas nod in agreement.

“I’ll call Jack right away,” Cas speaks, his phone already halfway pressed to his ear. A second later, the angel disappears from the couch, leaving only Sam in his view. The younger Winchester seems to wait for Castiel to leave the room before he addresses his brother again.

“Dean, promise me you won’t act up,” Sam tries to reason. “We can’t risk the entire thing because you are getting jealous.”

“Jealous? Don’t be ridiculous, Sammy,” the older Winchester mumbles, trying his best to not sound petty. “Scout’s honor, I’ll be on my best behavior.”

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Dean’s promise lasts around 20 minutes, which is already longer than he honestly would have expected. He and Mary will enter Jennifer’s house at 1800 sharp, leaving them with just enough time to trash her little altar and the supplies. Jack is going to start with his distraction around 10 minutes earlier, giving Dean enough time to slip out quietly. It’s all planned to the minute, which of course means, it’s destined to fall apart.

They invited their neighbors under the premise of Castiel’s birthday, even though the angel technically doesn’t even have a birthday. It doesn’t matter anyway, since Sam promised some BBQ and apparently that’s enough to motivate everyone to show up. Dean watches the spectacle from a distance, occasionally sipping his cold beer. He planned to handle the grill, but some bored husband hushed him away to deal with it instead.

Cas looks beautiful, Dean notices as he watches his best friend talking to his guests. He’s wearing a light blue dress shirt and a pair of dark jeans, and Dean makes a mental note to thank his brother for finally getting Cas out of his usual outfit. Then he remembers it means Sam took Cas shopping at some point, and Dean’s gratitude turns sour in his mouth.

“How long have you two been married?” one of the ladies asks Cas, and Dean tries his best to hide a snickering laugh.

“Too damn long,” Dean jokes under his breath, but loud enough for several heads to turn in his direction. Maybe he had a beer too much, but watching Sam and Cas acting in love isn’t a thing he can handle sober.

“Two years,” Cas replies shortly, shooting angry glances at Dean. A second later, he mumbles to his guests again. “May you excuse me for a moment?”

Dean steps back, ready to hide from Castiel’s anger, but it doesn’t work. Barely a moment later, Cas is already in front of him. His hand closes tightly around Dean’s arm, keeping him from turning away.

“What’s the matter with you, Dean? You’re acting like a child,” Cas hisses when he catches him in the hallway. It’s enough to make Dean angry again, as he pulls his arm away from Castiel’s tight grip.

“The matter with me?” he shoots back. “This is honestly so ridiculous, you’re acting so…”

A middle-aged man bumps into them, and Dean stops talking immediately. There are far too many people around and if he says anything about the case, it could ruin their entire plan. The guests are spread all over the house, leaving no place to talk in private. Well, almost no place…

“We need to talk,” Dean whispers, before dragging the angel into the coat closet. Some curious eyes seem to follow them, but Dean shuts the door before anyone else can spot them. The closet is surprisingly spacious, but the walls seem to suffocate him. There’s a bit of light coming in through the shutters, and he can see the concern written all over Cas’s face.

“What’s going on? Ever since Sam and I began working this case, you’ve been acting weird,” Cas presses on and Dean knows it’s finally time to come clean about his feelings. He doesn’t want to lose Castiel’s friendship, but he can’t keep lying anymore.

“I wish it were me,” Dean rushes before he can chicken out again. “Instead of Sam. I wish it were me you’re married to. And I know it’s all fake, and you’re just pretending, but it’s driving me insane. Watching him hold you and call you those cheesy pet names. Because - because it’s something I want to do with you…not pretending, but for real.”

Once Dean starts speaking, the words don’t seem to stop rushing from his mouth. Cas just regards him with those hauntingly blue eyes, his head tilted in a way that always makes Dean’s heart melt. When all is said, Dean feels like the air was punched out of his lungs, as he awaits his friend’s answer.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Because I was too stupid to realize it for the longest time. And then I just didn’t know how to say it,” Dean admits. He came close to confessing in the diner, but Beth interrupted them and afterward, Dean felt ashamed and stupid.

“Dean,” Cas whispers. “I want those things too.”

There’s the beginning of a bright smile on Castiel’s face, and Dean swears his heart skips a beat when the words finally dawn on him. Before Dean can overthink the situation, he presses closer to the angel and is relieved when Cas is doing the same. And then their faces meet in the middle. Kissing Cas is the easiest thing in the world, it turns out. Whatever Dean was so afraid of, is right forgotten once their lips slot together.

It starts out innocent and gentle, just like the way relationships start. But then Cas opens his mouth a little bit, letting Dean lick inside and, oh – now things are getting heated. Dean presses even closer to Cas, their chests flushing together and their arms holding each other close. Somewhere, Cas’s back hits a wall and Dean pins him against it. The moan that falls from Cas’s lips is almost obscene while motivating Dean only further.

It’s perfect, and amazing, and breathtaking – until the closet door opens and they stumble onto the floor. Tammy’s surprised gasp draws everyone’s attention over to the couple, still entangled on top of each other on the floor. Everyone’s, even Sam’s.

“What the hell do you two think you are doing?” he yells loud enough to attract the entire house to the hallway, where they are watching them closely. Dean and Cas are still on the floor, slowly stumbling back to their feet.

“Sammy, I can explain…,” Dean starts, but now Sam turns his attention to Cas. He steps closer to them, his pointed finger slapping against Castiel’s chest.

“You’ve been screwing my brother?!” he yells, before locking eyes with Dean. “And you! Is this why Fernando broke up with me?”

Dean is taken aback for a second. Who the hell is Fernando? It’s only then when Dean remembers their lesser-used codewords. He can still recall how he wrote it down in his own leatherbound journal: Fernando – just play along.

“This got nothing to do with Fernando, this is about me and Cas!” Dean replies with an angry voice, before taking Castiel’s palm into his own hands. Cas gives him a quick squeeze, and Dean decides to have at least a little fun with the situation.

“I finally understand now, why I was so against your marriage. Because you two don’t belong together! Your whole marriage is a scam! You act all perfectly happy when in reality, you’re not even sleeping in the same bed anymore.”

Dean can hear the people around them gasp a little. He wouldn’t be surprised if one of the elder people would end up with a heart attack due to all the fake drama being uncovered right now. Besides him, Cas draws in a deep breath, before speaking to his (fake) husband.

“It’s true, Sam. I’ve been having feelings for your brother for a while now, but I never knew how to address them.”

Sam just looks at them with the biggest puppy eyes Dean’s ever seen. His time in drama club surely played out. “Are you two in love?”

Dean takes a deep breath, looking over to the familiar blue eyes, and the truth slips easily over his tongue.

“I think I love Cas more than I’ve ever loved myself.”

The look on Castiel’s face is everything and without even words, Dean knows he feels the exact same about him. The room is quiet around them, and from the corner of his eye, Dean spots Jennifer amongst the watchers. At least their little distraction worked well enough for her to stay.

“As your brother, I wish you all the happiness in the world,” Sam speaks, his eyes fixed in the distance. When Dean turns his head, he spots their mother coming in through the entrance door, breathing heavily but otherwise seems okay. She gives them both a small nod, signaling them she took care of the altar.

The crowd seems satisfied for the moment, and Dean is about to lead Cas out of the house when a voice stops them midway. It’s Jack, who is shouting loud enough for everyone to hear: “Sam, I am your secret son!”

The drama is enough to make at least one elder lady faint.

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Dean and Cas depart soon enough, leaving Sam to deal with the rest of the concerned neighbors. Everybody seems to be too caught up in the drama to notice their quiet leave. They end up back in the diner, this time holding hands on the table. Surprisingly, everything feels the same and yet, completely different than before. Dean can’t put it in words, but for the first time in years, he knows he’s truly happy.

It takes a bit of time for Sam to finally text him, saying his guests finally left them alone and they can come back to talk about their next steps. When the Impala roars down the road, Dean can feel the eyes of every household staring at them. They are probably wondering why he would be back so soon enough, but Dean doesn’t care. He just holds Cas’ hand on the way to the house, fully knowing he won the grand prize.

Jack and Mary greet them happily, and even Sam can’t hide his grin as he approaches his brother. “Well, if it isn’t the homewrecker himself.”

“Come on, I bet several of your neighbors would have consoled you all night long, if you had asked them,” Dean shoots back, throwing a wink at Sam. He remembers the way one of the ladies had clung to Sam’s arm, trying her best to cheer him up about his failed marriage.

They all settle in the living room: Cas and Dean on the couch, Mary and Sam seated in each of the armchairs, and Jack sitting cross-legged on the floor. It may not be much, but it’s their own little screwed-up family. While Sam gets them beers from the fridge, Dean considers putting his arm around Cas. They haven’t had time to label their relationship yet, but they’re both too old to play games. So, Dean decides to go with his gut and wraps his arm around Castiel’s shoulder. The returned smile lets him know it was a good decision.

“Sorry for the way I acted earlier, it was just for show,” Sam says when he passes the beer over to the couple. “I’m actually glad you two finally figured things out.”

“Me too,” Mary chimes in with a laugh. “Even though I was patiently waiting for your back-up at the house.”

“Bet you still did an amazing job without me,” Dean returns, an honest smile on his lips. He holds his beer towards her, and she clinks it with her own.

Sam fills them in with the details of the last hours, and how he watched Jennifer leave her home in a panicked state. She packed a few bags, before driving away with screeching tires. Well, another case successfully solved. They talk for hours while laughing about stories and eating the leftovers from the party.

“Damn, I could really use some sleep now,” Dean yawns, stretching his arms. A short glance at the clock lets him know it’s almost 2 am and they gotta hit the road early the next day.

“How about you two head to the motel, and Jack and Mom stay here?” Sam proposes. When Dean checks on Jack, the kid is curled up in his seat, snoring quietly. No way they’re going to move him somewhere else, so this plan might be for the best.

“You just want me to stay, so your neighbors see this pretty lady leave your house tomorrow,” Mary jokes, earning some quiet hollering from her elder son and a laugh from Castiel.

“Guess we’re heading back to the motel,” Dean finally decides, before clumsily standing up from the couch. If it weren’t for the awful neighbors, this place might actually be nice. The furniture for one thing is comfortable enough. And the closet sure gave him a few ideas what to do with Cas in the future. He takes a few steps towards the door until he notices something is missing. “Cas, you coming?”

“You want me to come along?” Cas asks, and Dean just nods.

“Of course, would be weird to stay with your husband now that you scored the hotter brother,” Dean replies, pressing a gentle kiss on Castiel’s cheek. He never knew angels could blush, but it’s a sight he will never get enough of.

“We’ll pick you up tomorrow at nine, better be dressed!” Sam shouts after them when Dean is already halfway out of the door.

“You’re such a buzzkill, Sammy. No wonder your husband left you”

“I’m just glad you’re finally out of the closet,” Sam shoots back with a grin. Dean already knows it’s a joke he’ll hear a thousand times in the upcoming years, but when he looks over at Cas, it sure is a price worth paying.

The drive to the motel is rather short, and soon enough, Dean unlocks the door to his room. Luckily, he had booked a room with a king-size bed. He rarely had a room for himself during hunts, so he had decided to enjoy that. Cas closes the door behind them, while Dean strips out of his flannel and his jeans. He’s still wearing a shirt and his boxers, but compared to a fully dressed Castiel, he almost looks naked.

When Dean comes near him, the angel wraps his arms around his torso and pulls him even closer. Once again, their lips meet in a kiss, growing more heated by the second. It’s with a sigh that Dean slowly pulls away again.

“Maybe we should take it slow, honey. How about we just cuddle tonight?” Dean murmurs, pressing gentle kisses along his jaw. The exhaustion of the day lies heavily on Dean’s bones, and all he wants to do is cuddle into bed, his lover beside him.

“Honey?” Cas asks with a raised eyebrow, and Dean feels himself blushing yet again.

“It’s just – every time I see a bee or something, I have to think about you,” he admits. “Remember how you collected honey yourself? Or when you showed up covered in bees?”

Cas smiles at the memory. “Of course, I remember, but why would you bring that up now?”

“It’s just a term of endearment, a pet name. I can stop if you want”

Dean was never a big fan of pet names. He usually called his partners by their names, not some silly phrase. But then again, he was the one who turned Castiel to Cas, so maybe the angel has always been the exception for him.

“No, I like it,” Cas decides, before pressing another quick peck onto Dean’s lips. “And I am fully contempt with cuddling you.”

After some discussion about clothing choices, Cas also strips down to his underwear. Cuddling in jeans and a dress shirt would have been awful, and Dean luckily managed to convince the angel of it. The bed is more than big enough for the both of them, as they lie facing each other in the dark.

“We should make you a proper Winchester someday,” Dean mutters, gently kissing Cas’s knuckles. He isn’t thinking about marriage, not yet at least. Most marriages he’s seen over the years ended in death: his parents, Bobby and his wife Karen, Ellen and her husband…The list goes on and on, including those couples they couldn’t save during their hunts. When he saw his own father stricken with grief for his lost wife, part of Dean swore he’d never marry. But then again, Dean never would have believed he’d ever live past the age of 30. It’s with a smile upon his lips that he finally falls asleep.

All his life, he expected monsters in every dark corner, and more than enough times Dean was proven right. He’s been long enough in the business to smell danger from miles away, Dean believes. Which is why he’s surprised to wake up to the sound of Castiel shouting his name.

When he opens his eyes, all he sees is purple. The room seems to be painted in the color, reflecting on every surface possible. And in the middle of it all stands Jessica, glaring at them with violet and angry eyes.

“You! You really thought destroying my altar was enough to stop me?”

Dean’s hand finds its way under his pillow but returns empty-handed. He must have forgotten to place it there, too caught up with his lover. And when he looks around, he can spot his faithful gun sitting on top of a dresser, which is inconveniently placed behind the wrathful witch in the room. Cas is already standing beside the bed, and the sight of a half-dressed angel ready to fight would be hilarious if it weren’t for the mortal danger they’re in.

“You’re an abomination,” Jessica yells again. “Dirty and sinful, and…”

The angel blade hits her right in the chest. Her purple eyes glance downwards, where the blood comes rushing out of her body. Apparently, she was so caught up in looking dangerous, she actually forgot to ward herself. And with Castiel’s heavenly aim, that could only end deadly for her. Jessica sinks to her knees; the purple flashes of lightning slowly disappearing from the room. It’s only then when Dean decides to approach her. Blood is running down her mouth, but she’s still alive, watching the hunter carefully as he kneels down in front of her.

“I’ve had a voice like you in my head my entire life, whispering awful things about myself,” Dean tells her, keeping eye contact as he pulls the angel blade out of her bleeding chest. “But now, that I’m finally happy, do you know what happens to this voice?”

Jessica doesn’t answer, and he doesn’t need her to.

He would have slit her throat either way.

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“Welcome to Sunday Brunch, Agnes,” Sarah announces, as the women settle down at her dinner table. It’s been a while since they had another brunch, but it was long-awaited. Today, a new face sits at the table with them.

“So sad Jennifer decided to move away, but we are glad we got you in the neighborhood now.”

“Thanks for having me,” Agnes replies with a shy smile, as she glances around at the other women. “It’s wonderful to have such nice and caring neighbors, my old neighborhood was so scandalous…”

“Scandalous?” Irene laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. “Oh dear, you ain’t seen nothing yet!”

“Are you referring to the Winchester?” Tammy replies while stirring her tea. It’s been weeks since those men came and went, but it’s still everyone’s favorite topic of discussion.

“Don’t be silly, of course I mean the Winchesters!”

Beth releases a deep sigh. “I’ve heard they did it right in Dean’s fancy car after the party.”

“No, they threw Sam out of the house and then had sex in the bed Sam used to sleep in. How tasteless of them,” Sarah corrects her immediately.

“That can’t be.” It’s Tammy’s turn to speak now. “I saw him the next day with a blonde woman in front of the house”

“Guess he got over it quickly then,” some other woman giggles. “Have you seen the kid too? Sam can’t have been older than maybe 25 when he was born”

Agnes just smiles quietly, as she listens to the stories. She may not know the Winchesters, but they sure are entertaining as heck.

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Castiel becomes a Winchester on a sunny day in July.

It’s been months since the case that started their relationship, and they never spared another thought to those nosy neighbors. Dean suspects the rumors they started that night, but he couldn’t care less. Once the town disappeared from the Impala’s rearview mirror, none of them ever spared another thought to the neighborhood. Dean and Castiel couldn’t be happier, and that’s all that matters to them.

Jody invited all of them to her cabin at Lake Alvin, just outside of Sioux Falls. They are celebrating Claire’s graduation from college, and Dean couldn’t be prouder of the kid. He talks Cas into buying her the cheesiest greeting card they can find, paired with the most beautiful gun in the entire bunker. It’s got engravings all over and Dean even finds somebody who puts “C.N.” onto the side of it. He would rather have Claire live a normal life, but he knows it’s not going to happen.

It appears like everybody in the hunter community got the invitation: Sam and Eileen, Mary, Donna, the Banes twins, even Garth and Bess together with their kids. It’s not often hunters get to celebrate something, so everybody immediately jumped the opportunity. It’s a beautiful day, and at some point, Dean finds himself standing next to Claire.

“So, when you gonna put a ring on it?” she asks, nodding over to Castiel, who is chasing his little namesake all over the lawn in a playful game. Dean’s heart swells at the thought of this man being his husband. They hunt less and less these days, especially since Sam decided to move in with Eileen. It’s still a secret, but he and Cas recently bought a house in the same street as them. It might finally be time to leave the hunting life behind.

“There’s no rush,” Dean simply answers, trying his best not to settle on the thought. If he’d ever marry someone, it probably would be Cas. His eyes are still fixed on the laughing figure when Claire continues speaking.

“Whatever, old man. But if you ever want to tie the knot, just call me,” she says, shrugging with her shoulder. When Dean looks at her with a raised eyebrow, she continues. “I’m actually a licensed officiant, not that it would matter for you two anyways. Could marry you just like that –“

She snaps her fingers, before taking a gulp of her soda. Dean looks over to Cas again, his thoughts running in his head. What if…? The idea seems insane to him, but Claire seems to catch his thoughts. A smile breaks over her face: “Go ahead, dude. Just ask him.”

“Don’t want to steal your thunder, kid.”

“There would be no thunder without you,” she confesses, and Dean can’t help but pull her into a tight hug. He never expected to have kids, but he loves Claire just like his own blood. Her first weeks in college were rough, he remembers. But every time she came close to quitting, she’d call Dean. At this point, she’s just as much his kid as Jack, and he couldn’t be prouder of the people they’ve become.

When they step apart, Claire pulls a necklace from her neck. Two golden rings are connected on it, and Dean immediately knows who they belonged to.

“Here, this one should fit,” she says and presses the larger ring into his shaking hands. Dean mutters an honest thanks, smacking a gentle kiss on her forehead, before sprinting over the lawn.

“Hey Cas, can we talk for a moment?”

“You’re not dragging me into a closet again, are you?” Castiel laughs, but willingly follows his boyfriend a few feet away from the crowd.

“If I remember correctly, you rather enjoyed that…,” Dean counters with a grin, before kissing the angel gently. Cas is still smiling against his lips, and Dean pulls away with a deep breath.

“I have an idea…well, actually Claire had the idea, but I think it’s kinda awesome. And since everyone we love is already here, it would just be such a good opportunity and…”

“Dean,” Cas simply says, putting a stop to Dean’s blabbering.

“Will you marry me? Tonight? I know, you actually deserve a much better proposal and a wedding that doesn’t take place in flannel, but I love you so very very much”

Dean’s stammered words are silenced by a loving kiss. When they pull apart, Cas is smiling brighter than the sun.

“I’ve adored you ever since the moment I touched your soul in hell, of course, I’ll marry you”

The biggest smile flashes over Dean’s face, and Cas returns it just as much. A moment later, a loud shout draws their attention over to the cabin, where Claire is cheering in a way, that reminds them far too much of Dean. And when they tell everyone else, the mood just keeps going up.

It’s not a traditional wedding, but then again, their whole lives aren’t exactly normal. Jack insists on being the flower girl, even though Dean and Sam try their best to correct it to “flower-boy”. The music comes from a beaten-up boombox, which plays “November Rain” on repeat and the couple agrees not to exchange vows, deciding to wait with them until they can talk privately.

Dean’s hands shake when he slips the ring onto Castiel’s finger. It’s only now that he realizes they only got one ring, but before Dean can freak out, the angel pulls another golden band from his pocket.

“Where did you get that ring from?” Dean asks, and Cas casts a glance over to Jody, who is currently trying to stop crying. They barely knew her husband, and sometimes Dean still feels a pinch of guilt they couldn’t save him. The ring, he knows, is not only a final peace offering but an official invitation to the family. Dean shoots her a thankful smile, and she just nods in return.

“Speak now, or forever hold your peace,” Claire announces from the front, but the crowd remains luckily silent.

“We’ve been waiting for ages, no way we’re going to object now,” Sam shoots from the side, making everybody laugh. If Dean wasn’t close to bawling his eyes out, he’d probably throw a witty remark at his brother.

“Well then,” Claire says, clearly holding tears back herself. “I shall pronounce you officially hitched!”

Everyone cheers when Cas pulls Dean in a kiss, marking the beginning of a new chapter. The rest of the evening passes in a blur: they dance, they sing, Sam proposes to Eileen, Claire and Kaia finally get together, and Dean and Cas once again find themselves fooling around in a closet. But it’s perfect in every way.

Not every family contains of two parents and a bunch of kids. For them, family contains of two washed-up hunters, their time-traveling mom, a badass Irish huntress, a fallen angel, the devil’s son, and dozens of other people they got to know over the years. Bobby once told Dean, family don’t end in blood, but it doesn’t start there either.

And as Dean watches his happy and fucked-up family, his hand tightly holding onto his husband, he just knows truer words were never spoken.

#destiel fanfic #destiel fic #deancas fanfic #spn fanfic #spn fic

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seokra · 4 years ago

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IF YOU LET ME | PART 6 (JJK)

Series: If You Let Me

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Hoseok x Reader, Hoseok x OC

Genre: Angst, Love triangle, Unrequited Love

Word Count: 2374

WARNINGS: None.

A/N: Jimin and Jungkook are the best boys 🥺. That’s all.

You wake up from the sunlight streaming through your bedroom curtains landing on your face. You stretch out your limbs and sit up, instantly regretting the sudden movement because you’re hit with a terrible headache, making you groan as you cradle your head in your hands. You rub your swollen eyes before you look around your room and spot a glass of water and a couple of pain relief tablets sitting on your bedside table. You immediately swallow the pills and chug the entire glass of water, and then you slowly start to get out of bed. You wince once you try to stand, forgetting about your swollen ankle. You slowly limp towards your door, opening it and you’re immediately met with the smell of bacon and pancakes, making your empty stomach grumble.

“Good morning, sleepyhead! How are you this fine morning?” Jimin greets with you his dazzling smile as you hobble into your kitchen.

“I feel like death,” you croak out, voice strained from all of the crying you did the night before.

Jimin chuckles at your response as he plates up the food. “Hungry?” he asks you as you sit down at your tiny dining table.

“Starving,” you reply.

Jimin sets a plate in front of you before he heads back to your kitchen. “Would you like a cup of water or orange juice, Love?”

“Coffee, please,” you answer with a mouth full of pancakes.

“You got it!”

Jimin returns with a cup of coffee for the both of you before sitting down across the table from you. “I heard you had a rough night,” Jimin mentions, taking a bite of syrup covered pancakes.

You furrow your brows trying to remember the events of last night, but all you can remember is Hoseok introducing his girlfriend to everyone. Everything else is a blur after that. Your heart sinks at the memory and you start to feel tears sting your eyes, but before your emotions can take over, you blink them away and exhale a shaky breath.

“How did I get home last night?” you inquire.

“Jungkook took you home, do you not remember that?”

You shake your head, still trying to piece together your memory.

“He actually spent the night…” Jimin informs you.

“He did?” you question in confusion. “Why?”

“He said you asked him to stay,” he shrugs.

“Oh.”

“You really don’t remember anything last night?”

“Well… I remember Hoseok and…” you trail off, not able to finish the sentence in fear you might break down. Jimin solemnly nods his head, turning his attention back to his breakfast.

As you sit there pushing your food around, the image of Jungkook holding you flashes in your mind. The way he caressed your cheek to wipe your tears away. You look down at your bandaged ankle and remember Jungkook taking care of your injuries.

“Where did he go?”

“Hoseok-hyung?”

“No, Jungkook.”

“Oh, he had something to do this morning. He said he’ll be back to check on you later. For now, you’re stuck with me,” Jimin grins, causing you to weakly smile back. “So, what would you like to do today, Love? Should we go for a walk and get some fresh air?”

“I don’t think I can,” you say motioning to your injured leg.

“Oh that’s right!” Jimin laughs, throwing his head back covering his mouth full of food. “Jungkook told me about that. We can’t take your drunk ass anywhere!”

You roll your eyes at his teasing and continue to eat your breakfast.

“I guess we’ll spend the day in and put some ice on that bad boy.”

Jungkook’s POV

He walks up to his apartment door and is about to stick his key into the lock when it suddenly swings open. He’s met with Hoseok kissing Ryujin, trying to convince her to stay. She’s trying to squirm out of his hold giggling that she has to meet her friends for brunch. Hoseok spots the younger man from his peripheral and immediately lets go of Ryujin causing her to turn and face Jungkook, too, face flushed.

“Oh, hey, Kook,” Hoseok greets.

“Hi,” Ryujin shyly offers, pulling her hair behind her ear. Jungkook just stands there eyes wide.

“Call me when you get home okay, babe?” Hoseok says to Ryujin as she makes her way past Jungkook. She glances back and acknowledges Hoseok, waving goodbye before disappearing down the hall. Jungkook’s face falls into a scowl as he pushes past the older man.

“Whoa. What’s the matter with you?” Hoseok questions.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook answers, briskly walking to his bedroom.

“Whatever, man.” Hoseok closes their front door and moves to sit on the couch.

Jungkook reemerges a few moments later with a duffle bag of clothes and toiletries.

“Where are you going?” Hoseok asks.

“I’m gonna be staying at Y/N’s for a few days until she feels better.”

“She’s sick?”

Jungkook walks out of the apartment, ignoring Hoseok’s question. Hoseok is left on the couch worried about your well-being. He pulls out his phone and immediately shoots you a text.

Y/N POV

You stare at your phone screen for a while. Heart breaking from seeing his name pop up. You contemplate on whether or not you should reply, but before you could, Jimin takes your phone out of your hands.

“Hey!” you protest.

“Ah-ah, no phones out while we’re watching a movie,” Jimin scolds. He places a bag of frozen vegetables on your ankle that has been resting on a pillow atop your coffee table. You cross your arms and lean into your couch as Jimin sits down and starts the move he’s chosen. It’s some indie comedy you’ve never heard of but he insists you watch it because the main girl is pretty.

When you’re focused on the movie, Jimin discreetly pulls out your phone and looks to see who you were texting. Brows pinch together in disapproval when he sees Hobi’s message. He rolls his eyes and exits the thread, stuffing your phone back into his pocket. He scoots over and rests an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him in a snuggle. You’re halfway through the movie when Jungkook enters your apartment.

“Hey,” he says as he places some bags on your kitchen counter.

“Did you get what I asked for?” Jimin asks as he bounces to his feet, walking towards Jungkook.

“Yep. Some chicken porridge and a tub of dark fudge ice cream,” he answers, holding up the contents in the bags.

You look down and spot his duffle bag. “Are you staying over again?” you question.

“Uh, I was planning on it. Yeah..” Jungkook sheepishly answers, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “Un-unless you don’t want me to.”

“Oh, no. It’s fine. I don’t mind,” you shoot him a small smile.

“Great! Now that we’re all here, I’ll prepare the soup and you can join Y/N on the couch,” Jimin instructs Jungkook, who just nods his head in acknowledgement before sitting down beside you.

“How’s your ankle?” Jungkook asks.

“Oh, it’s still swollen, but I’ll be fine. Thank you for taking care of me last night. I’m sure I was a mess.”

“Yeah you were! Jungkook and I practically dragged you out of the bar!” Jimin chimes in, handing you a bowl of porridge.

“Shut up,” you huff.

“Kook, you should have seen the way she struggled to walk this morning!” Jimin practically falls over from the memory.

“Shut up!” you throw a pillow at his head causing him to only laugh more.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll stop,” Jimin holds up his hands in surrender as he gets comfortable in the armchair adjacent to you.

“You’re not eating?” you ask.

Jimin shakes his head, “Nope. The porridge is all for you. It’ll help detox all that alcohol you consumed last night,” he laughs.

“What about you?” you say, turning towards Jungkook.

“I, uh, I already ate.”

You roll your eyes at your friends before you bring a spoonful of soup to your lips.

Once you’ve finished eating, Jimin takes your bowl back to the kitchen and quickly washes it. When he returns, your head is laying on Jungkook’s lap and he’s absentmindedly petting your hair. He chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he plops back down in the armchair. You’re starting to feel the weight of the day on your eyelids and they start to flutter shut as the movie nears its end.

Jungkook’s POV

By the time the credits roll, Jungkook hears our light snores from his lap. He stops petting your hair and instead brushes a few strands out of your face. He smiles at the sight of your peaceful face. He wants to plant a kiss onto your cheeks and is about to when Jimin speaks, reminding him he’s not alone with you.

“So when are you gonna tell her?”

“Tell her what?”

Jimin rolls his eyes before quirking his eyebrow in a knowing look. “You know what.”

Jungkook stares back with his large doe eyes, mouth opening and closing trying to figure out what to say, but Jimin starts giggling at his flustered state. “Just don’t wait too long to let her know how you feel. You don’t want to miss your opportunity.”

Jungkook nods in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to your sleeping figure. He runs his fingers through your hair causing a soft hum to emit from your lips.

“How was she today?” he asks the blonde haired boy.

“She was okay. There were a few moments I could tell she was going to start crying but you know how she is. She fought it back and remained strong.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but smile a little at that. You hated feeling vulnerable and did everything you could to remain strong and it was one of your qualities he admired. He hopes that one day he’ll be able to break down your emotional barriers. He wants you to be able to be comfortable enough to let him see all sides of you, even your ugly sides. He wants to become your safe space. Someone you can count on to make you feel better, like a breath of fresh air.

“Thank you for coming over to keep her company today, Jimin-ssi.”

“I would have come over here today to check on her anyways, so no worries,” he waves off Jungkook’s appreciation.

Jimin stays for another movie with Jungkook while you’re still fast asleep. Some time through the movie Jungkook fell asleep, too. Jimin didn’t notice until Jungkook slowly fell over, head landing on your hip, lips slightly parted. Jimin chuckles to himself at how adorable the two of you look. He decides to take a quick photo of the two of you sleeping on top of each other before he grabs a couple of blankets for you both. He takes off the thawed out bag of vegetables from your ankle and cleans up your apartment a little bit before he leaves, setting your phone down on your coffee table.

Y/N POV

Your apartment is dark when you awake. You stretch your limbs and feel Jungkook shift, his head falling onto the couch cushion. He grumbles a little but stays asleep. You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, spotting your phone on the coffee table. You move to grab it and instantly squint your eyes from the light that emits from the screen. The time reads 00:43 and you have a few missed messages from Hobi. You decide to ignore them for now. You slowly get off the couch, trying your best not to wake Jungkook. Standing up, you wince a little at the pain shooting from your ankle. You hop on one leg as you readjust the blanket around his figure and slowly limp your way to your bedroom. As soon as you lie down, your phone rings.

Jungkook’s POV

He had woken up a little when he felt you move off the couch. He felt you fix the blanket over him and he heard you shut your bedroom door. He stays laying on the couch, staring at your ceiling when he hears your phone ring. Curious, he quietly makes his way to your bedroom door, slowly leaning his ear on to your door to hear who you’re talking to.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine, Hobi. what do you want?” you ask him, sounding annoyed.

“I just wanted to check on you, ‘cause y’know… Jungkook said you weren’t feeling well. Where is he by the way?”

“He’s asleep on the couch. Why does that matter?”

“You have him on the couch?” Hoseok laughs. “I’ve never had to sleep on your couch before.”

“Yeah, well you never stayed long enough to have to.”

“Would you have let me if I did?” he flirts.

You sigh. “How’s your girlfriend, Hobi?”

“Good I guess. I haven’t talked to her since she left my place this morning.”

“Don’t you think you should check up on her?”

“Now why would I do that when my friend is under the weather?”

“I can’t do this right now… I’m tired. I’m gonna go to bed. Good night Hobi.”

“Call me tomorrow, alright, Peaches?”

Jungkook steps back from your door, frustrated. He’s debating on whether or not he should barge in and ask if you’re gonna go back to Hoseok after everything he’s just put you through. He decides to leave you be. You sounded like you weren’t that interested in Hoseok’s antics at the moment, so be turns to leave, but halts in his steps when he hears you whimper. He quickly opens your door and you’re curled in a ball beneath your blankets, shoulders visibly trembling even under the layers. Jungkook hurriedly rushes to the other side of your bed cuddling you to his chest as you cry for the second night. He holds you tight in his arms until you squirm, gazing up at him.

“Why does he have to do this to me? Why can’t he just leave me alone?”

“Shh, shh. It’s okay. I’ll talk to him,” he promises.

You steady your breathing as you press your cheek into his chest. The two of you lay in silence until sleep takes over you again.

#jungkook x reader #hoseok x reader #jungkook angst #bts fanfiction #Hoseok angst #bts angst #bts smut #Jungkook smut #Hoseok smut #jungkook f2l #love triangle au #unrequited love #if you let me series

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toloveawarlord · 4 years ago

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Black Army Mischief Maker (Ch. 4)

You can find my masterlist in my bio!

Characters: Finley Godspeed, Sirius Oswald, Ray Blackwell, Kyle Ash, Fenrir Godspeed, Dalim Tweedle

Tagging: @plumpblueberry @christmaswarlock @starry-starry-night24 @youreawizardharr @thetwinkims

A/N: Finley is back!

No sooner had the mysterious new woman arrived, she was gone. A soldier reported that Alice had been detained by the Red Army. The young Godspeed sported a frown as she tilted the watering can forward to dampen the soil of the plants.

“You’ll drown that poor tulip.” Sirius’s voice snapped the girl out of daze. He smiled softly as she yanked the can upright and bent down to spread around the sopping soil. “What’s with that disappointed expression?”

Finley lifted her mud-caked hand and wiggled her fingers to let drops of the dirt fall. A whine passed her lips. “It’s not fair. Alice only just got here and now she’s gone. We had a big party and everything. The Red Army shouldn’t have stolen her away with their fancy foods that are hard to pronounce and my adorable Eden.”

The Queen of Spades chuckled at her. It came as no surprise that she brought in the Jack of Heart’s daughter to the conversation. She was quite smitten with the little lady. “We’ll get her back here where she belongs.” Who knew what kind of danger awaited Alice at the hands of the proud Red Army?

“Hey, Fin, wanna tag along to the hideout?” Ray asked, not sporting his usual army attire. He’d been watching her out of the office window with that sad expression on her features. A trip out would be good for the both of them.

Finley held her hands out to Sirius, letting him pour water from the can to clean them. “Yeah, I wanna go. It might make me feel better.” Her sluggish steps showing how down she was. “Whoa-”

Ray spun her around before plucking the girl up and placing her on his shoulders. Her hands settled on his head, lacing through raven locks. “I know you’re upset about Alice, but we’ll see her again really soon.”

His words didn’t lift her mood. The whole walk to Central Quarter was in a comfortable silence. She needed some time to process all those emotions. In the alley, all the cats were waiting.

“They’re so soft... like Alice.” Finley sighed heavily, practically covered in cats. They all vied for her attention, purring and meowing as they rubbed against her body when her hands were occupied.

It wasn’t strange for the young Godspeed to get attached to someone so quickly, but this was something else entirely. Maybe a little bit of jealousy that she didn’t understand as such. “How about we go eat our feelings?” Ray suggested, patting her on the head as he cradled a white cat in his arms.

“Okay!” Finley jumped up, startling the cats that scattered in various directions.

The pair went to every cafe and food stall that they could, snacking on savory and sweet items, drinking more hot chocolate than one should in a single outing. A stall owner called to Ray, having a complaint that he believed only the King of Spades could remedy.

To the girl, it seemed like it would take a while... long enough to visit one nearby building.

When the sun went down, this establishment got quite lively. Finley didn’t sneak in here often, unless it was before opening, but on occasion, she disregarded all the rules. Eyes followed her, some already intoxicated enough that they believed they must be hallucinating.

A towel fell over her head. “You can’t be here, kid.”

“Hey!” Finley protested, balling it up and tossing it back to Dum, who leaned over the counter to catch it. “Is Kyle here yet?”

The bar owner found it odd that she’d come here in search of the Red Army doctor, but he noted that she wasn’t as perky as usual. “If I show you where he is, will you leave?” He didn’t mind her visits, but not when he had patrons, many of whom were uncomfortable with a child in the building.

“I promise! I just need to see him.”

It must be important, he imagined. Normally, she’d be playful and be begging for free food. Leaving the bar counter, he made a path through the crowd to a table near the back. “You have a visitor.” At least the good doctor wasn’t totally drunk yet. “Five minutes and then you’re out, kid.”

“You’re the Ace of Spades daughter, uh, Finley, right?” Kyle had bumped into her a hand full of times with a certain Cheshire Cat, and Eden talked about her often when she was in the infirmary.

“Yeah, I am.” Awkwardly, the girl climbed onto the stool beside him and managed not to fall off. He’d treated her a few times for scrapes and bruises, but she always knew he worked for the army. “Does Alice really want to stay away from us?”

What a question. He couldn’t possibly give her the real reason, otherwise it would undo Lancelot’s plan. Plus, he wasn’t sure how she would react. “I think Alice is going to... uh-- help us-- with some stuff.” He struggled to put a coherent sentence together.

“Oh.”

Kyle internally groaned at her pitiful expression. He was not good with upset kids, always throwing them back to their parent to deal with the crying and the moodiness. Downing a gulp of beer to calm his nerves, he thankfully didn’t have to continue to lie to her.

“Hey, bug. It’s time to go home,” Fenrir said, accompanied by Kyle’s typical drinking buddies. He crouched by the stool, brushing his hand through her short hair.

“Okay.” She didn’t argue, climbing down and taking her dad’s hand. They only made it a few steps when she stopped, turning back to the Seven of Hearts. “Tell Alice I miss her, and... she has to come visit soon.”

After he’d agreed, the pair left the bar and returned to headquarters. Bathed and dressed in her pajamas, Finley sat on Fenrir’s bed, absentmindedly petting ShuShu and humming a lullaby.

“Ya gonna sleep with me, bug?” He chuckled as her body rocked slightly as she fought falling asleep. Although she hadn’t done a lot today, he imagined her disappointment of Alice leaving had taken a toll on her. Even the girl knew something about it wasn’t right, but she couldn’t figure out what.

But no one would tell her. War with Reds hadn’t been announced yet, and it would only upset her more. Finley could befriend anyone, and she adored many of the Red Army officers.

Finley wiggled under the covers until she’d successfully cuddled up against him, rubbing her forehead against his chest. “Why did Alice leave without saying goodbye?”

“I heard that she ran into some trouble and the Jack of Hearts helped her out. She didn’t have time to come back with the bad men after her. I’m sure she’ll write ya a letter when she gets settled.” Fenrir knew that she wouldn’t get one. It’d be unlikely that any correspondence from Alice would actually be from her.

“But Ray promised that we’d protect her.”

Fenrir rubbed her back, soothing her to fall asleep. He wished he had an answer that she would understand, but that would require breaking her fantasies about the Red Army.

But with war already declared, it was only a matter of time.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerev next gen #fenrir godspeed #finley godspeed #sirius oswald #ray blackwell #dalim tweedle #kyle ash #next chapter will feature Finley and Lancelot #and soon #war

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enigma-im · 4 years ago

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Hanging By a Moment

Prompt # 4

Subject: 69 Monster: Bat Monster

so above as below

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"I'll be off work around 7 and be home at like 8 ish, you want me to pick anything up for you? No? alright, enjoy your daytime nap, lazy. Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that. Love you, see you tonight," with a curt smile to myself I hang up the phone. I allow myself a moment of giddiness before heading back out on the floor to work.

The rest of the day is filled with great anticipation. It's been so long since I've gotten to see Duncan and I can't bring myself to relax. He went out of town to visit some family up north for the week, leaving me alone at the house during the time. I've been lonely, pent up, and a little depressed all week. This has been the longest we have been apart since we started dating. It feels juvenile to act this way about a boy, all eager to see them like it's junior year of high school. But at this point, I don't care.

The workday is slow while I walk about the store waiting on customers. The middle of the week is hardly prime time for people to buy beauty products. A few older ladies peruse the merchandise but most don't buy anything, feeling content to complain about the sale's fine print and prices. I find myself watching the clock more than restocking and organizing products.

Time ticks by slowly as I find myself watch the clock longingly.

"For the love of god! Just leave early, I can't take this forlorn look any longer. Go see your boyfriend before I collapse into a Nicholas Sparks coma," my coworker complains dramatically. I miss most of her conversation having only heard 'leave early'.

"I don’t really understand all that you said but thank you! I owe you one," I jump up and around to the back. I snatch my bag and jacket from the lockers before bolting out the door, waving goodbye.

"You're taking my shift Friday," she calls after me. I merely wave behind my back as I dig my keys from my bag.

I blare my music as I drive over to my flat. I park in my spot before rushing up the stairs with a pep in my step. I make it up to my room, immediately finding Duncan resting in the corner.

When he first moved in he informed me that, though he enjoys sharing a bed, that he can't rid the habit of sleeping upside down. I'd imagine more so since he just came back from his family's place. Since he told me this I offered him two options. The closet or a pull-up bar. He picks depending on the lighting. Today he chose the pullup bar sitting between a wall and a bookshelf.

I look over his curled up body, noticing his lack of clothing. He has never been shy about his nudity, taking to only pants when he lounges about the house. A t-shirt on when he is out, or we expect company. Now he sleeps in the buff, covering his modesty with his wings.

He sways slightly with each breath, a light snore coming from his nose. I take a moment to admire him, taking in everything I've missed. His smooshed nose, large ears, poking fangs, and leathery wings. The urge to walk over and kiss him awake is strong. I even walk closer, leaning down near his face with a smile. As I reach out to cup his face I hear a faint groan followed by a short fluttering of his wings. I curiously look up at his adjustment, noticing a slight bulge near his legs.

I stand and gently reach out to move his wings over. He snorts, I freeze. I watch him for a moment before finding his cock popping between his wings. An idea pops in my head, a very good idea. Grabbing his emerging cock I gently tease it, fiddling with his tip before massaging his balls. Licking my lips I eagerly watch as his entire length emerges into my awaiting hand.

"Hello," I whisper to myself. My hand slides down to his base, wiggling his cock near my face. My delicious plan takes action as I press his tip to my lip, flicking it a bit with my tongue. Below me I hear Duncan grunt, his wings sliding apart. The rush I feel runs down my chest and into my stomach. The feel of his tip in my mouth, pearls of pre settling on my tongue.

I take him farther into my mouth, groaning around him for added flair. Bobbing my head slowly, exploring him with my tongue. Part of me wants him to wake up, to comment on what I'm doing. Though another part wants him to stay asleep, awaken when he cums down my throat.

Lost in thought and the experience I just barely notice his wings part completely, his hands cupping my hips. I grin around him, pulling back to look down between us.

"Good morning," he answers in a gravelly voice," please, don't let me stop you." his toothy grin brings butterflies to my stomach. I return the smile before grabbing him again and wrapping my lips around him. I bob as I listen to his small grunts, tracing my tongue over his veins.

Out the corner of my eyes, I see his wings pull back from around me. His fingers dig into my pants, bringing them down slowly. I lean back from him, looking between us to see him reach out to cup my crotch. A deep hiss rips up my throat at the contact, nearly purring as his tracing a finger up between my folds.

"Wet because of me? I'm flattered," he chuckles," you keep working up there, I'm going to be a bit busy down here." before I can ask he pulls me a step forward to lean up and bury his face between my legs. I choke on a gasp, spreading my legs more as I get lost in the sensation of his tongue. It takes me a moment to come back to myself, just enough to pull his cock back into my mouth.

I lack a little enthusiasm this go around, focusing too much on him. His fingers dig into my hips while his tongue laps along my clit. I can't keep up a consistent pace, especially when he delve his tongue inside me. I back off his cock, resting my head on his thigh while my hips buck into his mouth.

"Jesus," I roll my forehead on his leg, "please". He follows my plead, lapping up before sucking on my clit. Humming with satisfaction as my cries of pleasure echoes around the room. My fingers dig into his fur, grabbing fistfuls as I clench up. I shout out praises, bucking wildly along his lips. God, I've missed him.

He walks me down from my high, leaving small kisses around my hips and thighs. I pet my thumb over his leg while catching my breath. He lets me relax, holding me with that cocky grin on his face.

A moment later he pushes me back, giving himself room to come off his bar. He straightens, displaying his bobbing cock with great eagerness.

"You think you are ready to go for another," he smirks.

"With a view like this how could I say no?"

Duncan corners me to the bed, pushing me back before crawling over me.

"I've missed you, doll," he peppers wet kisses along my neck.

"I've missed you too," I answer back.

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Starting off the weekend with some fellatio. always a good point to begin.

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o-pandora-o · 5 years ago

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Cat MC

Please bear in mind some spoilers in the game and in the event (The Devil’s Riddle).

You were looking for a book Satan asked you to find inside his room and accidentally you were tripped on a big book with a cat cover and suddenly….. You turned into a cat……How would the demon boys react?

Please bear with my writing this is the first shit I’ve done I’m so sorry if it’s bad.

Lucifer:

You were going outside Satan’s room to find help and you saw Luci roaming in the hallway. You made a small cry and he noticed you.

“Did Satan keep a cat? no worries I shall just open this matter to him” he said with a serious look on his face.

He was going to go away until you put a paw to his shoe. He made a glare and you fought his glare with a louder cry and so he replied “This cat got nerves”

“No can do, I do not own you nor I do not want any problems with any of my brothers so go back to Satan’s room now” When he left, you followed him to his room “this cat really got nerves to follow me here” he said.

Suddenly he got a call from Diavolo asking for an urgent meeting with him.

“If you really want to be with me then so be it, it seems you like me more than my brother, but I have matters to attend to.” he pats your head and you let out a small cry (saying like a goodbye or something).

You decided to sleep on his bed while waiting for him.

He came back when it’s already midnight.

He saw you on his bed curled up like a ball (you were turned back to normal)

He put a blanket to cover you up and placed a small peck on your forehead.

“Being a cat was fun” he heard a small mumble from you as you turn on the other side.

Mammon:

All right, you tumbled on this boi while he was looking for goods inside his house to sell.

You made a loud meow as you are stopping him from stealing goods

“D----AAAAAH!” Mammon screamed the top of his lungs.

“Who dare meows at THE GREAT MAMMON!” he says as you rolled your eyes at him. “Ooooh maybe I can sell this ca—OUUUCH!“ you hissed and lightly bit his hand as he picked you up “I was joking! Joking I tell you! Sheesh this cat” he put you down.

“So where is yer owner cat?” he asked, you rubbed your fur onto him and put your paw on his foot.

“That’s right! No one can stand THE GREAT MAMMON! Look you are already fascinated by my greatness” he said while you rolled you eyes.

“I have an idea!!” He took you and put you on top of his bed “Stay there till I get back!” he took a picture of you using his D.D.D.

You didn’t know he posted a picture of you while with the description “LOST CAT CONTACT MAMMON THE GREAT p.s give 10000 Grimm as reward”.

Yep, Mammon will be Mammon.

He came back late, it seems he had gone to the casino “TODAY’S MY LUCKY DAY! I WON THE JACKPOT WOHOO NOW I CAN BUY THOSE SHOES AND SUIT, it seems you are a lucky cat after all!”.

When he was busy counting Grimms, it was already midnight. Suddenly pink smoke was covering you and he saw it “Wait what’s happening?!”he said as the smoke was cleared he saw you.

“MC! You were the cat?!”

“Yeah it was me! Thanks for letting me stay in your room though” you said

“That’s right! Haha! The GREAT MAMMON always to the rescue haha” sweat drops

“I gtg to my room, I’m so sleepy cya Mammon thanks again!” you said as you left.

Bonus:

Early in the morning you came to Mammon’s room while you said “Mammon! Why did you post me being lost in exchange for grimm?!”

“Uh I can explain you see, I forgot to delete it and bye!” he said as he run off of bed.

Leviathan:

“Is that what I think it is?” he mumbled as he was supposed to be going out to refill his rations

Sucre Frenzy’s lead member recently had a jet black cat, which was similar to the color of your fur.

“Nah maybe it’s just lost, wandering in the house” he said while he left to buy 2 months’ worth of food.

You saw and heard what he said so you decided to go to his room and wait for him.

You were looking around the place until-

When he came back he saw you looking at Henry 2.0 and he thought you were going to eat him “NONONONO! Don’t eat my one and true friend!” whilst you gave him a quizzical cat look.

“AHHH! I got no time for this, I should open up the new Multiplayer game I bought aaaaah where is MC? Damn I need to play it now” he said while preparing his newly bought game, he messaged you in his D.D.D waiting for an answer. You went to the other controller and pressed play.

“Wait what that was for MC! I should restart this” when he was reaching for the menu button, you put your paw on his arm. ”Wait are you telling me not to restart?” you cried out a meow.

You played the new game with him and he was amazed, “Woah this cat is amazing it can play games! I’m gonna name you Henry 3.0!” and you gave him a doubtful look while you continue to play the new game he bought until midnight.

You landed the final blow to the last boss on the game and when Levi turned around pink smoke was covering you.

You were turned back into human! “OMG MC you were a cat? lolol so cool”

“This is my magical power! Lunaria, Wisteria, Primrose, Peony! Through the power of the flower I’m pretty as can be! I’m the magical mysterious MC!” you said as you pecked his cheeks.

“Watch out! I might steal your heart!” you wink leaving him flustered.

Satan:

He was looking for you inside his room, he was going to tell you that he found the book that you were helping him find.

“MC?? Hey MC? That’s weird, I swore she said that she was inside my ro—“Satan couldn’t finish his sentence when he found a small black cat lying around with his books.

“How did you get in here. Are you hungry? Do you want some food?”

Satan was excited he looked like a smol boi waiting for his Birthday present.

After a day full of feeding you, taking care of you and even took pictures of you like a cat mom flexing he decided that it’s time to set you free.

“If you stay here for too long your owner might be missing you”

You brushed your fur against his leg and he knelt down and brushed his hand on your head.

“Well I guess you could stay it’s pretty dark anyways”.

Satan carefully picked you up and took you to his bedroom and he put you down beside his pillow and let you fall asleep.

Not that he totally forgot about you though

When you both woke up it seems like you were back to normal and you saw Satan smirked.

“Good morning my lil kitten” definitely knows that you were the cat.

Asmodeus:

You went out of Satan’s room hoping to get help from someone and suddenly Asmodeus hurryingly going out of his room.

You followed Asmodeus while crying out a small meow. Apparently, he didn’t heard your cry for help.

He went to your room (as you followed him there) “MC! We need to go to the ma—oh she isn’t here” when he stopped you let out a loud cry and he finally noticed you.

“Awh what are you doing here? Were you lured here by my charm?” he said

“My, my, you have such a nice fur compared to other kitties seems like you also got the charm! And it doesn’t look like you don’t shed too much fur! I have a great idea! I’ll take you to the mall with me, you will be my new pet! Let’s share our charm to the entire world!” he said as he picked you up and took you outside.

After a day full of shopping, salon, taking pictures, and buying more stuff, you both went home before curfew.

He went to have some dinner while you run off to your room.

After dinner he was busy taking his stuff out of the bags you two bought

On midnight he noticed you were not in his bedroom, he went to search for you and seen you on your room “Oh little princess why are you in MC’s room? Speaking of MC I didn’t even see her during dinner and she isn’t even here.” and suddenly pink smoke was covering your body and suddenly you were turned back to normal.

“I never knew you could be a majestic cat MC,waaaah I really missed you” he said that while cuddling you.

“Now that I’m here why don’t we sleep in your bed?” you saw him smirk.

“No funny business alright? Being a cat is really tiring!” you said to him.

“Alright, alright! Just let me hug you” he said. “Fine” you replied while he pecked your lips and went to bed.

Beelzebub:

You hid from everyone until it was late night. You were hungry so you went to the kitchen hoping to find some food on the table but you were unlucky enough to find none.

You saw some unopened chips on the countertop so you jumped and grabbed it using your mouth. You tried to open the chips with your claws and your mouth but you failed.

Beel saw you in the kitchen and said “Do you want this? Hmm I don’t really know if chips are good for cats though”.

You nod and he opened the chips for you, you thanked him by crying out a meow.

When the chips was open you bite some and gave it to Beel, “Oh thanks” he replied as he pats your head.

As you two were eating, the clocked reached midnight.

A magical pink smoke appeared around you. You were turned back to normal.

“Wha- MC I didn’t know you have the power to turn into a cat!” Beel said as he kept eating chips.

“No wait I don---ah why bother btw thanks for the chips“ you pecked his cheek while you went upstairs to sleep.

Belphegor:

You were in shock of what happened and decided to ask your S/O, Belphie for help. You went to his bedroom to see himself napping as usual.

You did everything you can, meowing, hissing, carefully scratching his bedside, pouncing on him, putting your paw on his nose, and still nothing.

Nothing can wake up this boi

You gave up and tried to wait for him to wake up but you fell asleep beside him instead.

Cue Beel going to his room and found you two sleeping “Cute” he said.

After 2 hours Belphie woke up and saw a cat beside him. At first he was shocked but eventually he stroked the cat’s fur lightly not waking it up and soon began to sleep again.

You both woke up the next day with you lying down on the cold floor well at least you ain’t a cat anymore eh?

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thepalecrawlers · 3 years ago

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Sleep anomaly, not unlike what I've experienced

I’ll start this off with some good news, I’m covid free! I still have a sinus infection (which caused the fever as well as some other symptoms) but luckily it’s fairly easy to treat so I’ll be good to go in no time.

Another note I want to add is that I’ll be adding on to this post as the next couple days continue. My girlfriend left for a 2 day trip this morning, so it’ll be just me at the apartment.

Now with some bad news: while the past couple of days were pretty silent, last night was terrible. I had that unsettling feeling for most of the night before we went to bed so I knew something was gonna happen.

When we were in bed before we went to sleep, my girlfriend joked around that she was possessed by a demon and kept making this really creepy grin, like one where you’re smiling ear to ear but your eyes are wide open. I could tell she was joking, but still a little creepy.

After that, she told me the ghost in her dreams said I was cheating on her. I definitely am not, we have been dating 3 years and I would never do that to her so apparently this ghost is a home wrecker. While that’s not necessarily creepy, just annoying that a ghost is trying to break us up, things picked up when she went to sleep.

It started with this loud booming sound. Sort of like a big truck driving by your window with the rhythmic beat of the engine. At first that’s what I thought it was, the window in our bedroom is right over a street where it’s not rare for a big truck to drive by, but this booming never stopped.

There wasn’t a single point where this noise was coming from, no matter where I looked the volume of the boom never changed. Throughout the entire night, it never stopped, never got louder, never changed rhythm, just kept beating. Normally I would easily be able to write this off and just fall asleep, but about 30 minutes after my girlfriend fell asleep, she started talking again.

At first she looked like she was having a pleasant conversation. She held out her hand for what looked like a handshake and started giggling. After that I could hear her bring up my name in the incoherence of her sleep talk so I thought, maybe she’s talking to me in her dream? Nope.

After a little more of the conversation went on, she looked at me with her eyes open and said “we’re talking about you” and started giggling then passed right back out. This creeped me out a lot, reminding me of the first night at the lake house. After such a spook there was only one thing I could do: fall deep into a YouTube rabbit hole.

I put my AirPods in (I could still here the booming, but a little more muffled) and pulled up a video. About another half hour goes by and my girlfriend is talking again. This conversation seems a little more serious, as she’s not giggling and her tone changed.

After about a minute of talking she sits up in bed, and does just about the worst thing I could imagine. She crawls over me to my side of the bed, crouches down on the floor, points under the bed, looks directly into my eyes and says “There’s men moving around under there”. She just got back into bed and fell asleep like nothing happened.

About an inch away from needing to change my pajama pants, I shake her awake and say “what did you mean by that?” She looked really confused and said she had no clue what I was talking about. I said “Please tell me you’re joking, you don’t remember a thing? You just pointed under the bed and said there are men moving under there!” She immediately looks terrified and says “I have no clue what you’re talking about, quit scaring me!”

It took a bit longer for her to fall asleep after that, and I turned my phone flashlight on for the remainder of the night. Not much happened after that, there was another point where she held her hand out for a handshake and mumbled something, but no conversation that time.

She left at about 7:30am this morning, but after saying goodbye I immediately got back in bed and passed out. When I woke up again around 10:30, I felt this completely overwhelming sadness that had me on the verge of tears. Even in that moment when you first wake up and you can’t remember a single thing about your day, I still felt that sadness.

Of course I love and miss my girlfriend with all of my heart, but she was only going to be gone a couple of days and even when we would take separate trips neither of us get this world-ending feeling. It genuinely felt like the world had gone gray and the only thing I could do was cry.

Luckily I was able to push through this feeling, give my pets breakfast and take my dog out to potty. Not even 30 seconds of being outside and the feeling was completely gone. Again, I miss my girlfriend a lot and still feel that, but not to the point of mental breakdown.

It seems like activity is picking up again, and the “men moving under the bed” definitely seem to miss my girlfriend too. Seeing as they are already trying to break us up and now I’m alone at the apartment with them, I am pretty terrified. I might go get some sage to smudge the apartment later today.

I’ll definitely keep this post updated as I’m absolutely terrified and if I get killed by jealous ghosts, then at least it will be well documented!

TL:DR According to my sleepwalking girlfriend, there are “men moving under the bed” that are trying to destroy our relationship

Edit 1: after some research and talking to some helpful redditors, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m gonna fight it. I’ve been a skeptic my entire life and thought 99% of hauntings have some sort of rational explanation (there may be for what I’m going through as well), but if the truth is really this far out, I don’t see why a solution couldn’t be as equally far out.

My plan is to go all doctor strange on it. I’m going to meditate until I can visualize whatever it is and use some lucid dream style superpowers to kick it out. Again, I never believed in anything like this before, but if this does happen to be real then I don’t see why going spirit world Kung-Fu Panda can’t work. Even if it nothing happens, that just means it’s probably a lack of sleep among other rational explanations, and if it does then it means I’ve killed a demon using psychic powers so like, there’s not really a downside. Wish me luck!

#sleep talking #sleep walking #possession

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marcholasmoth · 3 years ago

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OSRR: 2548

today i woke up at quarter past 7. gross. i had to get up because i had a phone interview with the dhhs for benefits from the state. no problems there. stayed in the car for a bit, went to the bank, went to starbucks and got coffee, came back. the whole time i was talking to FF, who had just gotten home from work by the time i was active on discord. we talked about pets and snails and fish and i told them about how my mom kept replacing george with other george's because george kept dying and she would replace him almost every other day. and chelsea didn't notice.

and then i said,

"at least she didn't do that with the cat"

and we burst out laughing. i told them about nugget and i realized, almost eleven years late, that i never got to say goodbye to her. and i started crying. a lot. i ended up calling and talking to my mom for about fifteen minutes about the kitty and how i realized today that i never got to say goodbye. and how that broke my heart. i think it's interesting how i take years to process things in that i don't think about it for years and one random day it hits me full force and i'm left to cry and think and hurt all day.

so that was part of today.

i got to keep talking to FF, which was really nice! i sat back down and we talked about moomin some more and about bad movies and to distract my brain, they sent me some of their favorite youtube videos of a person who talks about bad movies and she's her makeup and they were hilarious and they killed me. they were so fucking funny. and it was really nice to have my brain quiet for a bit. i sat down and just watched a bunch of those videos and i talked to them until it was like. solidly 2:30pm. and then a little after too, but they went to bed bc early morning work. and i sent snapchats to people and talked to a bunch of people and i was really nice but i was so exhausted all afternoon from the coffee i had. i was falling asleep by 12:30 honestly and i mentioned it and they were like "???? the fuck kinda shit is that" and i just "adhd mood, not everybody gets it but it's common enough," bc i know they also have adhd.

eventually joel and i sat down and we watched some tv together. and by "some" tv i mean we binged the six episodes of falcon and the winter soldier. and it was really good. i felt really vindicated in my dislike of walker when he snapped like he did. never deserved that title. the shield. the serum. none of it. sam though. sam does. he can do good with it, because he's not a bully - he's a good man, like erskine said to steve before he went through the transformation the serum gave him.

after that lisa was home at that point and she made dinner and it was good and i sat down and worked on my paper and i added a whole-ass three pages to it. i've been slowly editing it, but i added a good chunk of it today, and i intend on getting up in the morning and continuing it, because i know i have a ways to go. i'm excited to see how it turns out, honestly. i'm sitting just under 4k words and about 10 pages. i'm anticipating 6k and 15 pages, if not more. yeah.

and now it's fuckin 3am and i've been up for almost 20 hours and i'm ready to sleep for a million fifty thousand six hundred and twenty two years. just let me sleep.

and i have to say, the six hours getting to talk to FF was the best part of the last few days. i get so insecure that i have an extremely difficult time putting things out loud that it just stops with me being awkward and i start distancing and stopping communication because i'm an entire disaster and i don't tell people my problems unless they're close to me or they're someone i trust. i don't trust just anyone. but FF. i trust them. with everything. but my problem is that i feel like i need to keep up being cheerful in order to help others stay in one piece and i feel like i'm being shot full of holes. it's frustrating.

anyway, i can't fucin think but i'm grateful for both joel and FF because i love you both so goddamn much. 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #2000s #2500s #sunshine boy #ffs ff love me pls

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beautifultypewriter · 5 years ago

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Shelter Dog ~ Alfie Solomons ~ Part Two

Requested: Yes and No / Taglist: @kimmietea

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,713

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x reader

Summary: It’s a modern AU! It’s time for Reader to do a home visit with Alfie and Cyril. Neither of them have forgotten about the promise of coffee afterwards.

A/N: I loved the first part and I was considering writing more then someone inquired about a continuation, so I decided to do it.

You had gotten to the shelter early on this Tuesday morning. You wanted the morning rounds to be done before Sarah came in to cover for you while you went on Alfie and Cyril’s home visit. You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t thought about today countless times in the week leading up to the visit. You had done home visits before and luckily you never had a problem with anyone who adopted one of your dogs, but this visit was going to be different. There was no doubt in your mind that Alfie was treating Cyril well and you were sure that the dog was living his best life, but you were still nervous. You were nervous not because of the actual home visit, but of what was promised after. Coffee. It had been your suggestion and Alfie seemed excited about it, but you didn’t know how he would feel today. You jumped when the bell above the door dinged and Sarah walked in. She smiled at you, “Good morning, Y/N.”

“Good morning, Sarah.” You straightened out the stack of papers that sat on your desk before stepping out from behind the counter. Sarah took your place as you grabbed your scarf and wrapped it around your neck. You pointed to the papers, “If you could file those for me, that would be great. Morning rounds are done. The dogs are still outside; you can bring them in soon, like 20 more minutes.” She nodded at you, watching you walk back and forth across the lobby, searching for your bag and your keys. You stopped and pointed at her, “Oh and Dr. Ross is coming in an hour to take a look at Lucky’s tail. I think he may have sprained it again. Silly dog is too excitable for his own good.” You went back to looking for your bag, letting out a huff when you couldn’t find it.

Sarah laughed at you as she held the bag out to you, “Have fun.” She was smirking at you now.

Squinting at her, you grabbed your bag, “It’s just a home visit. I’ve done a ton of them.”

She winked at you, “Sure and where are you going for lunch afterwards?” Your face burned red. You had forgotten that you told her you were going to grab lunch after the visit and before coming back to the shelter. It was unusual for you to be away for so long, and she knew it.

You tried to play her question off, “I don’t know. I’m just gonna grab a quick bite in a café or something.” You moved to the door.

“Right and who’s going to be joining you in that café?”

You waved her off as you pushed open the door, “Goodbye, Sarah. Don’t forget about Dr. Ross.” You stepped into the parking lot and practically ran to your car, trying to put as much distance as possible between you and your nosy friend.

You pulled up to a small house just on the outskirts of your bustling town and down some old country lane. You stepped out of your car and made your way to the front door. It was a modest house, quite plain, and you liked it a lot. It was quiet and you knew that Cyril loved it here. You knocked and the door was pulled open almost immediately. Had Alfie been standing there waiting for you? He must have noticed your confusion because he looked down and you swear you saw his ears turn red. He motioned you into the house, “Hello, Y/N.”

You smiled at him, “Hi, Alfie.” You unwrapped your scarf as you looked around the space, noting that the home seemed comfortable and safe for Cyril. Speaking of the devil, the huge dog came bounding towards you, his tail wagging. You grinned as you dropped to your knees and scratched behind his ears, “Hi, Cyril! How are you doing, buddy?” Cyril sat in front of you, his big head resting on your arm. You took the time to look him over. He seemed to be very happy, he was a healthy weight, and he didn’t have any marks or obvious injuries. Standing up, you looked at Alfie, who had been watching you the entire time you were with his dog, “He looks good. You’ve been following the diet and other care instructions?” Alfie nodded and you motioned to the rest of the house, “That’s good. Can I see where he sleeps?” Alfie nodded again and led you into the next room. His bedroom, you realized. You could feel your face start to heat up, but you willed yourself to calm down. You were a professional and being in Alfie’s bedroom right now should not be affecting you this way. Alfie pointed to a large dog bed that had Cyril’s blanket draped over it. You smiled, “Looks good.” You turned back to Alfie, “Can we sit and talk.” You pointed to the couch in the living room and as soon as Alfie nodded, you were moving towards it. He followed you and sat next to you on the small couch. Cyril came over and sat between the two of you, looking back and forth. You laid your hand on his head, “Well I’m going to be honest here,” Alfie looked afraid and you smiled, “I really like what I see.” With that, the fear was gone from his eyes and was replaced with something much more playful.

He winked at you, “Do you?”

Shaking your head, you rolled your eyes, trying hard not to laugh, “Yes. I think Cyril seems really happy here with you and he looks to be in good health. The space is appropriate for him and it looks like you took the time to integrate him into your home, which is very important. So now I have to ask, how do you feel about all of this?” You hadn’t noticed at first, but Alfie had been leaning towards you as you spoke.

He must have just noticed himself because he leaned back and ran a hand over his beard, “I love Cyril.” He sounded so sure that it almost shocked you. He nodded, “I think we’re gettin’ on brilliantly.”

You nodded, your heart so full that you were sure it was going to burst, “That’s good to hear.” Alfie nodded and it was quiet. You stared at each other, Cyril still at your feet and looking between the two of you. He laid his head in your lap and you scratched his head.

Alfie held his hand out, “So coffee?” The moment you had been thinking about nearly everyday was here. Alfie stared at you, waiting for any response. Your mind was racing though, and you couldn’t figure out how to make your voice work. Cyril barked and kickstarted your brain.

“Yes, of course.” Alfie let out a breath as he used his cane to push himself up to his feet. You watched him, without making it obvious that you were doing so, and stood yourself. You walked to the front door, Alfie following behind you, and Cyril following behind him. Alfie grabbed his leash and clipped it to the dog’s collar before reaching around you and pulling open his front door.

“There’s a nice little café not too far, if you want to walk.”

You nodded, “That’s fine.”

Alfie started down the road, “The owner is very nice, and she lets Cyril sit on the patio.”

You took quick steps to catch up with him, “That is very nice of her.” Alfie nodded and the rest of the journey was spent in silence, the only sounds to be heard was the earth crunching under your feet and Cyril’s constant sniffing.

Alfie was right. The café wasn’t very far from his home and the owner was a very nice lady. She had winked at Alfie when he walked in with you, causing his ears to turn red and you pretended not to notice. After grabbing your coffees, you moved to a table on the patio and sat across from each other. Cyril laid down by Alfie’s feet and promptly fell asleep. You sipped your coffee slowly, asking Alfie about his job and how he liked owning a distillery. He told you about how he liked being his own boss, but sometimes he took on too much at work. He asked about your family and you told him about your mother who was living in Belfast with your younger sister. Then Alfie leaned closer to you, “So how did you get into the animal shelter business?”

You smiled, “I’ve always loved dogs and I used to take in strays and try to get them into good shape before giving them to my friends. My landlord doesn’t allow pets, so I could never keep them, but I liked helping them. Unfortunately, my landlord caught me taking the dogs in and basically ordered me to stop or I’d be out on the street, so I decided to open the shelter. That way I could still take in strays, but I wouldn’t be kicked out of my place.” You laughed and Alfie smiled at you.

“Not a bad story.”

You nodded, taking the last sip of your coffee, “I think it’s a good one.” Glancing at your watch, you realized that you really had to get back to the shelter. You looked up at Alfie to see that he was already looking at you, “I should get back to the shelter. Sarah is going to need my help for the evening rounds,” Alfie nodded and you both stood up.

“I really enjoyed seeing you, Y/N.”

“I had a nice time too.” You tucked some of your hair behind your ear, “Maybe we could do it again some time?” Alfie nodded at you quickly and you smiled. Bending down, you scratched Cyril’s head, “See ya around, buddy.” He looked at you with sleepy eyes and wagged his tail. You giggled as you stood up straight and looked at Alfie. Standing on your toes, you pressed your lips to Alfie’s cheek, “Call me whenever.” He nodded as he watched you walk away, already planning on what he was going to say when he called you tomorrow.

#alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders imagine

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elin-moon · 4 years ago

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Part 3: Jane Seymour

How are you today? Me? I’m okay. This took me longer because, not only was I out of ideas and not sure which queen should come next, but I also have a lot of work from school (online school sucks). Sorry this took so long.

Cat and Anne didn’t talk to each other, seeming to through each other glares as they walked back to Cat’s house. It made Cathy feel awkward and she just wished the two would drop it at least until they found the others. Luckily, the younger girls didn’t seem to notice this, as they talked about whatever little girls talked about in this century.

Once they reached the house, Cat started preparing tea and Anne used a machine to make something that looked like tea but was obviously not.

“What’s that?” Cathy asked, looking from the living room which was attached to the kitchen.

“It’s coffea. It’s really good to get your energy up.” she said, filling a mug with the brown liquid. “I don’t really like tea, no offence Catherine.” Anne said, looking at Cat, before taking a sip of her drink and coming into the living room, sitting next to Cathy. Cat soon came as well with two cups of tea, giving one to Cathy. She sat down next to Cathy, leaving Cathy between the other two queens.

“So, how do you plan on finding the others?” Cat asked, looking at Cathy.

“Honestly, i don’t know. Up until now, it’s just been good luck.” Cathy said, looking into her cup. “I didn’t really plan for it to be this easy.”

“Maybe we just need to continue playing it lucky.” Anne said with a smile on her face.

“We need a plan, Anne. We can’t just wait around until they all show up!” Cat said, getting up from her seat and placing her tea cup down.

“Catherine, I was just joking-” Anne started before she was interrupted by Cathy.

“You know what? We’ll figure it out tomorrow. For now, I think we should all just go home and rest.” Cathy said, getting up and placing her unfinished tea cup in the kitchen. Anne opened her mouth to say something, but quickly stopped. Cathy picked up Mae, who was playing on the carpet by herself, and walked to the door. “See you tomorrow! Goodbye!” she said, before leaving the house completely.

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Once Cathy got home, she put her tired daughter to bed.

“We’ve had a long day today, haven’t we?” she said, placing Mae in her bed. “I hope you had fun.” she said as Mae’s eyes slowly closed and she fell asleep. Once Mae was asleep, Cathy walked into her bedroom and picked up her pen and paper. She wanted to write, but couldn’t concentrate. The events of today kept going through her head as she thought how to find the other queens. Up until now it had just been good luck. It was luck that she had run into Cat, it was luck that Mary befriended Elly, it was luck that Anne even happened to be at the playground at the very same time. It was all just pure luck.

A few hours later, Cathy was still trying to write when she heard a cry. She ran to Mae bedroom but found that it wasn’t Mae crying. Mae was sleeping peacefully. Then she realized it was the neighbour’s baby. About a week or two ago, a lady and her baby moved in the apartment next to her. The lady’s baby was way noisier than Mae, so Cathy oten found herself being woken up by crying. Of course, she never got mad at the lady, she couldn’t control when her baby started crying. So, Cathy went back to her room and picked up her pen again. But then, a few minutes later, she heard a knock on the front door. Cathy slowly walked to the door, all the sudden feeling very tired. On the other side was a woman with long blonde hair and grey blue eyes. The lady next door.

“Excuse me, I don't mean to bother you, but I heard you had a baby and I wanted to ask if you had any more diapers I could borrow.” she said, fidgeting with her hands. “I’ve run out.” she added.

“Oh sure, you can come in and take some, if you want.” Cathy said, opening the front door entirely and letting the lady walk in. The lady walked in, looking uncomfortable. It’s not everyday a stranger just lets you into their house. “They’re in my daughter’s room. Please be quiet, she’s sleeping.” Cathy said, pointing the lady to Mae’s room.

“Thank you.” the lady whispered as she walked quickly to Mae’s room. When she came out, holding a few diapers, she seemed to have a little smile on her face. “Your daughter is so cute.” she said. “She looks kind of like you.” she also added.

“Do you need any more help? Cause i can-” Cathy tried to say before the lady interrupted her.

“Oh no, I don't want to bother you anymore than I already have! Besides, i have to get back to my son.” she said, walking through the doorway. “But i would like to see you again someday. Maybe your daughter and my Edward could have a little playdate!” she added, walking with excitement.

“Yeah, maybe. I think Mae would like a playmate.” Cathy said, already thinking about it. The other lady gave a small laugh before walking off.

“Have a good night!” the lady said.

“You too!” Cathy said in response. As soon as Cathy closed the door, she went back to her room, but didn’t pick up her pen. She just laid down on her bed, thinking. How could she find the other queens, where should she look next. She thought for so long, she didn’t even notice she was falling asleep until she did.

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The next morning, Cathy woke up to her daughter jumping on her bed.

“Mama! Mama! Mama!” she called over and over again. Cathy slowly got up, smiling at her daughter.

“I’m up, baby! I’m up.” she said. “You can calm down.” she added as Mae stopped jumping on her bed. For the past month, the only thing Mae has ever said was mama, and Cathy found it sweet. “Are you hungry?” Cathy said, to which Mae nodded excitedly. She picked up her daughter and walked to the kitchen, placing Mae at one of the chairs at the table with pillows to raise her up. “Do you want pancakes?” Cathy asked. Mae nodded with a wide smile on her face. “Pancakes it is, then!” After Cathy made the pancakes and served her daughter, she heard a knock on the door. She wondered who that could be. She hadn’t told Cat or Anne where she lived, so it must be one of the neighbours. Maybe it was that nice lady from last night, she seemed like the type who would visit during breakfast just to have a nice chat. But the knock seemed to light to be the lady from last night, so it was probably someone else. Whatever Cathy was expecting, it was definitely not a two year old boy holding a light blue blanket, with frizzy blonde and grey blue eyes. He kind of looked like a smaller boy version of the lady. Maybe this was her son, but why was he here?

“Um, hello there, little guy!” she said, crouching down to his level. “Where’s your mum?” she asked, even though she doubted that he would answer. But he did.

“Mama still sleeping. She very tired.” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

“Well, i think you should go back to her. You shouldn’t just leave the house like that.” she said, hoping to make the boy go home. But then again, he was two, so she would probably have to take him there. She wouldn’t just let him walk all alone. But just as the little boy was about to respond, his mother came, full of worry.

“Eddy! I told you not to just leave the house like that.” she said, picking him up. “God, i should really start locking the door if you’re going to keep running off like this!”

“Sorry mama.” he said, looking at the ground.

“Well, it’s okay. As long as you don’t do it again.” she said as the boy nodded, promising to not do it again. “Hey! Sorry about Eddy. He’s started walking recently.” the lady said, turning to look at Cathy. Cathy just giggled.

“It’s quite alright. No harm done.” she said. “Hey, if you want, you can stay for breakfast, since you’re already here. Besides, I would like to get to know you better.”

“Sure, as long as we’re not intruding.” the lady said, holding her son. The lady slowly entered and got a bit more comfortable when she saw that she wasn’t intruding. She was also happy to see how excited Eddy got when he saw Mae sitting at the table. He started talking to her, but it was clear Mae couldn’t talk yet.

“I’ll make some more pancakes.” Cathy said. “By the way, my name is Catherine. But call me Cathy.” she said, remembering the lady didn’t know her name.

“Oh, i’m Jane. Jane Seymour.” the lady, Jane, said. Cathy froze. Henry VIII’s third wife. The one he “truly loved”. Again, just how lucky did Cathy get.

“Hey, can i ask you a weird question?” Cathy said, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Sure! Ask away.” Jane said, a small smile on her face.

“Do you happen to be reincarnated?” she said, hoping she didn’t sound stupid.

“Can i give you a weird answer?” Jane asked, and Cathy nodded. “Yes, I am. Are you one too?” she asked excitedly.

“Yes. I’m Catherine Parr. The sixth wife of Henry VIII. I’m looking for the other queens.”

“And who have you found so far?” Jane asked, seeming interested in the whole ordeal.

“Catherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn and you.” Cathy answered, making the list in her head.

“Oh, Anne Boleyn. I haven’t seen her in a while. I hope she doesn’t hate me.” Jane said, looking at the ground.

“Mama, are you okay? You seem sad.” Eddy said, reminding the two queens that him and Mae were in the room.

“I’m fine, sweetie. Don’t worry about mama.” Jane said, petting Eddy’s head.

“Don’t worry, i’m sure Anne won’t be mad.” Cathy said, comforting Jane. “Speaking of which, I should tell her and Cat about it. We’ll go to Cat’s house later, okay?” she said and Jane nodded in response before actually saying:

“Okay.”

@silverpetals97 @patdfobmcr-yt

#six the musical #six #catherine of aragon (six)#anne boleyn (six)#jane seymour (six)#catherine parr (six)#mary parr #mary i #elizabeth i #edward vi

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all-might-blog · 4 years ago

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Cat Days

Summary:

Toshinori arrives at home only to find that Inko is not feline well (see what I just did? Of course you did ;3)

Originally posted on Ao3

Notes:

For Toshinko week 2020, day 4, Ways to say I love you Enjoy! ^^ (day three was a fanart I did. Can be found on my youtube channel- All_Greenie- as a vid, and on Tumblr- The All Might Blog)

“Inko! I’m home!” Toshinori called, closing the door behind him with a yawn. It had been… a tiring day. Young Bakugou had gotten mad at Midoriya (again) and had tried to blast him halfway across the room during battle training. And then he had had to explain the same thing twice to Denki because he hadn’t been paying attention. Then there was the little incident in which Present Mic had started singing christmas carols through the P.A (even if they were still in August), and finally he had had to listen to Nedzu for a whole two hours while he talked about the philosophy of teaching while sipping at tea and wishing he were back at his apartment and watching TV with his wife.

To make a long story short, it was a chaotic day.

The retired hero yawned even wider as he pulled off his mustard yellow coat, hanging it on the coat hanger as he scratched the back of his neck. He then walked to the living room, only to find it empty.

“Inko?” he called. No answer. Panic began to bubble up inside him. They had both known that it was dangerous for her to marry him because he had made a lot of enemies over his career. She had accepted that and stayed with him anyways. It made Toshinori feel a bit selfish, but at the same time he couldn’t have been happier to have the short, kind woman in his life.

“Inkooo?” he called, walking to the couch. There was a soft meow and his gaze snapped over to the living room table, where they usually had their meals.

A small, fluffy, surprisingly green-furred cat peeked out at him, stuck inside a flower vase. The sight was funny enough to make Toshinori laugh, despite the… circumstances.

“Well, how did you get in here? Looks like a cat-tastrophy. See what I did there?” he asked with a laugh, walking over to the cat. It seemed to narrow its green eyes at him in something akin to annoyance as it meowed again. Toshinori gently freed it, trying very hard not to hurt the cat as he pulled it out from inside. The small feline meowed again as he let her down on the table, replacing the vase. It trotted over to an open laptop- Inko’s laptop- and sat by it, meowing loudly.

Toshinori frowned. “What is it?” he asked, walking over to it. The cat meowed again, pawing at the screen. The screen was alight with the background of the desktop, which was a picture of him with Inko laughing in his arms. He smiled a bit at the memory. The cat, however, wasn’t ready to wait for him to remember every single detail, and meowed again as it leaned forward and touched the screen with a paw. Toshinori’s smile fell.

The cat’s paw had landed on Inko’s face.

What…?

“Inko?!” he gasped. The cat nodded its- her- head vigorously, tapping the screen again and meowing. Toshinori scooped her into his arms and she immediately took comfort against his chest, shivering slightly.

“What happened to you?” he asked, thumb lightly stroking her forehead. She meowed, and he knew that it was an I don’t know kind of answer. She meowed softly, emerald green eyes meeting his once more. He could see worry clear in them, as well as relief to see that he had arrived.

“Inko…” he fell quiet. How could he access the situation if she couldn’t tell him what had happened firsthand? He hummed in thought, caught off guard when Inko suddenly leaped out of his arms, landing on the table with a light thump. She (with some difficulty) opened a Word Document, then sloppily began to jab at letters on the keyboard. Toshinori took a seat on the chair behind her, patiently watching as she made a sentence.

I just woke up like this he read.

“No one did this to you? I mean, you can’t just have magically turned into a cat. And how did you get stuck in the vase anyways?” At this she turned her head and gave him a small shrug. “You don’t know how?” She turned back to the keyboard and wrote another sentence.

I woke up there

“So… you woke up. As a cat. And stuck inside a vase.” Toshinori said. She nodded her head. “For how long do you think…?”

I was normal when I had my afternoon nap

“So… two hours.” More typing.

Two hours

“Damn. What should we do about this?” he asked. She produced a strangely humane snort, and typed again.

I don’t know. Aren’t you the previous number 1 hero?

“Retired, my dear.” he said with a small smile, stroking her soft tail. She sighed.

Yeah. What I mean is haven’t you dealt with this before?

"Well, I did have my entire class turn into kindergarteners, and a few students swapped bodies only a couple of weeks ago." he said slowly. "But other then that, not really. I suppose that... whatever this is, it shouldn't take too long to wear off." Inko thought deeply, her new cat face tilting as she thought. Toshinori couldn't help but chuckle. Not in a million years could he have imagined that he would come home to find his wife stuck in a vase and as a cat. Not only that, but her current thinking face was ridiculously cute. He gently picked her up into his arms, his wife strtling a little as she was unexpectedly lifted off the table, her back legs hanging in midair before Toshinori carefully gathered her into his arms as if craddling a child. He took her to the couch and sat, fishing his phone out of his pocket and dialing Naomasa's number, petting Inko's back with a hand while he waited for his friend to pick up.

"Hello?" Naomasa said from the other end of the line.

"Hey, this is Toshinori." Toshinori said. "Listen, I have a question?"

"What is it?"

"I got hom today and found that my wive is currently... a cat." Toshinori said. As if on cue, Inko meowed loudly.

"Ah..."

"Yes, ah indeed. I was wondering if you had to deal with any cases like this one?"

"Once or twice. Sometimes it can be due to some quirk, other times due to a drug or something of the kind. Perhaps someone drugged her. But effects shouldn't be permanent and depending on how long it's been like this, she should return back to her normal state in a few hours or so." Naomasa said, the rustling of paper heard from the other end of the line.

Toshinori sighed with relief. "Thank God. Thank you, Naomasa."

"No problem. Anything I could help with?"

"No, that was it."

"Alright. You can call me back if something happens or if she doesn't change back by tomorrow."

"Thanks!"

Both bid their goodbyes and Toshinori hung up, leaving his phone on the coffee table and concentrating on Inko.

"Well, Naomasa said that it should wear off soon enough." Inko relaxed her muscles with relief, nudging Toshinori's hand in a thank you way. He scratched her behind the ear, drawing a string of purrs from her.

"Your cat version is very cute," he chuckled, moving his hand to stroke the underside of her jaw. Her eyes closed instinctively, tilting her head. "See what I mean?" he laughed, getting an amused look from her. His laughs suddenly turned to coughs, covering his mouth with a hand and shocking Inko. She sprang to her paws (nearly falling off his lap) and propped herself up on her back legs, small paws leaning on his chest for support as she tilted her head up, meowing worriedly. Toshinori managed to get his breathing under control once more, wiping a small drop of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It's fine," he said quietly, patting her head lightly, "I'm fine." Inko looked unconvinced but lowered herself down anyways, curling up on his lap once again and purring fiercely. Toshinori wanted to laugh, happy that she was with him, but his throat felt raw and he stuck to smiling while he stroked her soft, green fur, turning on the television and selecting CATS (an old musical that Inko had loved to watch- and still did- with Izuku when he was a youngster).

Before he knew it, they had both fallen asleep by the time Rum Tum Tugger begun to sing his song, Inko comfortably curled up next to him as he laid sideways on their small sofa.

(Spoiler: Inko turns back to normal in the ending ^^ (but has the tendancy to chase arround a certain red dot that I've been trying to catch for ages) (Wait. Did I just say that?) (Guess I did :D) )

#Toshinko Week 2020 #Yagi Toshinori/All Might #Midoriya Inko #Toshinko #Day 4 #Ways to Say I love you #Cat Puns #I will go down with this ship #Cat Inko #toshinori and Inko are married

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slashscowboyboots · 5 years ago

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Reptiles & Rogues:The Unspoken Word (Part 8)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Tag list: @izzysdenimjacket @malibubarbievince @spacey-aceys-bitch @rock-em-sock-em-rock-n-roll @sodalitefully @aheadfullofskies @vandova @awrestilinggirlwholoves80sbands @youthgonewild@whisperess33 @killerqueenishere @slxyangel

Notes: back by request! Thanks again to everyone who liked this series, your feedback means everything to me and I’m glad you enjoyed it

Warnings: more longing, “Sweet Buns of Mine” needed to be a single, dammit, and Pookypants is gonna get his, Stradlin gets straddled, and inappropriate use of chocolate

You were covered up, warm and snug in your bed, dreaming of a white sandy beach, the wind blowing gently, the waves rocking against the shore, when you felt warm lips press against your nose, then disappear.

You weakly murmured your discontent at being left, but Izzy was already gone.

Today was Valentine’s Day, the day for lovers. You had dreamed of this day ever since Izzy first spent the night in your arms, how you’d celebrate with breakfast in bed and cuddling and giggles and sweet kisses and maybe you’d go out to dinner, if the two of you could be bothered to get dressed.

But Valentine’s Day was also the busiest day of the year for a flower shop, and even though Izzy was driving only part time now (Guns N’Roses was playing much more frequently and had developed quite a following), he had to report to work very early (Sylvia had dictated “ALL HANDS ON DECK,” and nothing short of an appendectomy would be a reasonable excuse for missing work today). You hadn’t heard him get up and get ready, and you were a thousand sleepy miles away on a coast so you didn’t even get to tell him goodbye.

After a few more minutes of trying to doze off again, you reluctantly got up and showered (which was no fun by yourself) and instead of feeding a breakfast of toast, bacon and eggs, and coffee to your boyfriend, you poured milk into a bowl of cold cereal.

It had been surprisingly easy to fall into a relationship with Izzy. He made no attempt to hide his feelings for you, immediately calling you his girlfriend and introducing you to everyone as “my angel.” He even rivaled Slash in his blatant displays of affection (the lead guitarist had cackled when you accidentally let it slip your pet name for Izzy was “Sweet Buns” and the entire band had pounced on that one, with Axl now singing “Sweet Buns of Mine” at every rehearsal). He held your hand at the movies, his fingertips danced across your body until you cried out his name, and you slept in his arms every night.

But Izzy had never told you that he loved you.

You knew that he cared for you deeply. His gentle touches and whispered words in the dark were evidence of it, and whenever groupies hit on him after a show, he shot them a disgusted glare and kissed you so hard it took your breath. Still, it just about broke your heart you couldn’t tell him you loved him too.

You had decided today wasn’t going to be a total loss in the lovey-dovey department, so you’d stopped at the grocery story and picked up a few treats for everyone. Fats had lapped up his hamburger and raw egg mix so quickly that it looked like it had just evaporated, and Goya had happily gulped down her serving of beef heart. Izzy’s favorite iguana Grendel had lazily munched on his mango treat, but it almost looked like he had smiled at you when you gave him his snack.

After their special dinners came their enrichment (after discarding a few puke-stained t-shirts you had learned the hard way their after feeding cuddles were slow and gentle cuddles), and a few hours of cold-blooded bonding had lifted your spirits so much that you even sang a few bars of “Goyadise City” to the white-throated monitor and she hadn’t minded your off-key singing.

Everyone was full and snuggly and placed back in their cage when the door opened and Slash and Susan came in. He made a beeline for the sleepy old tegu, then threw his arms around you and spun you around in a tight hug.

“Wow, you’re certainly in a good mood,” you said. The matching smiles they both wore immediately told you why.

Izzy hadn’t even had time for a quickie.

“Look what Slash got me,” Susan said, and held up a large-is that a shark’s tooth pendant?

“Wow,” you said, realizing it matched the necklace he always wore. “That’s so sweet.”

“I saw Izzy today,” she said, and your heart clutched.

“Yeah?” you asked sadly.

“Yeah, he delivered my roses Slash sent me and asked if we would take you out to lunch today. He was so busy, he was literally running all over the hospital.”

“C’mon, Y/N,” Slash said gently, “we’ll take you to Hobie’s and have shrimp tacos.”

Susan threw an arm around you. “He wants you to have a good time. He hates he can’t be with you today.”

You’d only moped for about a second over your lunch because Slash had overheard Axl’s girlfriend calling him “Pookypants” and was going to relay this information to Izzy. Your stomach was still aching from laughter when you came back to the reptile sanctuary and flipped the lights back on.

There, on top of Grendel’s cage, were 12 of the most perfect red roses you had ever seen, standing in an exquisite crystal vase.

And on the floor, written in rose petals, were the words. “I LOVE YOU Y/N.”

When you arrived home, Izzy was standing shirtless in front of the stove, a small smirk playing on his lips.

You let out a squeal and grabbed him around his waist from behind, “You planned that.”

He turned your steaks over in the pan. “Well, Slash and Susan and I planned it. And Dr. Mark loaned me a key.” He turned and kissed your cheek. “Did you like it?”

“Mmmhmm,” you said, pressing your cheek against his naked back. “What are those?” eyeing a wax-paper lined baking sheet.

“Chocolate-covered strawberries.” He grabbed your arms with his free one. “No. You’ll spoil your dinner.”

You gave his ass a playful swat. “Party pooper.”

After the two of you finished your dinner, Izzy took your hand. “Angel, do you want your present now?”

“Can I give you yours first?” you asked, and after he nodded, went to the bedroom and retrieved it from the closet.

He tore off the paper and pulled a purple silk button-up shirt out of the box. “Is this to keep me from stealing your clothes?” he grinned.

“Maybe,” you said, and he pecked a kiss on your lips.

“Thank you, I love it,” he said, then slid a small box toward you.

Your heart was pounding as your opened it up. Inside was a ring, a rose made of pink gold, with a ruby in the center, sitting on a gold band.

“Izzy,” you gasped, and sat down on his lap, throwing your arms around his neck. You leaned in to kiss him and instead he placed a chocolate-covered strawberry against your lips.

You enjoyed a bite, then kissed him deeply, his mouth sweet and fleshy like the strawberry, and warm and delicious, and soon you were kissing him while you straddled him on his chair.

“Guess what I have?” he said, breathless from your kiss.

You held his shoulders and rocked against him. “I think I already know.”

His eyes locked onto yours, then when you ground against him again he shut them and groaned, “Leftover melted chocolate.”

You pushed a strand of wet hair out of Izzy’s eyes (you’d had to wash chocolate off the sheets as well as each other, but it had totally been worth it) and sleepily kissed him as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you said.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Angel,” he whispered against your temple, and you were already falling asleep in his embrace.

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Up and Gone

Warnings: Fluff; Angst; Friendship turned to something more maybe????

Bucky x Plus Size!Reader (POC Reader)

A/N; This story takes place after the events of Avengers Endgame SO IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT YET MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD. Anyways I’ve been trying to write a little more prophetically because my writing has been lackadaisical as of late.

Requested by: @thequeerishere555

“YO MY MAIN BITCH! I need a Bucky Barnes fanfic set after Endgame *SPOILER* with Bucky being upset the Steve chose Peggy over him and the reader comforts him and they realize they only need each other and it’s fluffy”

There was no verbal goodbye, only an understanding and a nod. Did it hurt? Absolutely. But the main thing Bucky felt, was empty. He’d found a life he didn’t think he’d deserved in Wakanda and it was stripped away the second he got back into the heat of battle. Time and time again it felt like every reconciliation with Steve was cut short and the words he wanted to say were never able to leave his lips. He knew why Steve gave Sam the mantle instead of Bucky; Bucky simply didn’t need the identity like Sam did. Sam was Steve’s best friend, his mentee. Bucky was his brother. Sam was what America needed right now, a vison of change. A representation of what America was striving for. It was simply Sam’s time. Maybe Bucky knew deep down that had he exchanged words with Steve that day, Steve would have felt less fulfilled, more guilty. He wouldn’t have looked at his new life as moments deserved, but moments stolen for his own selfishness. And Bucky wouldn’t- no he couldn’t- let that happen. But knowing that didn’t make the emptiness go away.

It had been two weeks since the battle and the funeral. The team had relocated to a smaller compound in the outskirts of Massachusetts. Even after five years, and his death Tony was looking out for the team. It hurt all the Avengers, some more than others. Sam had been putting on a brave face, cracking jokes and trying to keep the air in the compound warm and friendly. But when the sun fell so did his shine. Peter was distraught justifiably so, he’d lost a father figure and two people who’d loved him regardless of the fact that they didn’t know him well. Wanda was quiet and reserved, she had reverted back to the solemn manner she had when she first joined the team. She tried to stay out of everyone’s way because she didn’t want to bring the rest of the team down with her, but her teammates-her family- missed her. The Wakandians dropped by every so often to bring technology and a little bit of companionship, but T’challa found it hard to look anyone in the eye. For you, the pain of losing Natasha, Steve and Tony was fresh in your mind. No more late nights with Steve and Natasha, telling stories of their complicated histories. No more shitty advice from Tony. But Bucky was probably having the worst time.

Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t have to. Your best friend, the man you loved with every part of your heart and soul was trained in hiding any bit of vulnerability. But he couldn’t hide it from you. He didn’t even know he was gone. He didn’t bear the weight of the five years on his shoulders, so the loss of his life-long companion was very immediate to him. On the flip side, five years without Bucky took twenty years off of your life, and even though Steve tried to get you to move on after the snap, he knew he was talking to dead air. You we’re as stubborn as a damn mule, and he never blamed you for it. He couldn’t move on either.

Bucky was paler, and his bright blue eyes were drowning in sadness. At first, he tried to subtly avoid you as to not add anymore stress your discombobulated life. He knew you could read him better than anyone and he wasn’t in the mood for consolidation. He should have known better though because this made you worse off. You might not have been together, but before the snap you were connected at the hip. For Bucky the lack of closeness was foreign to him, but for you the pain of feeling like you were losing Bucky was very familiar and very terrible. He quickly changed his mind; separation from one of the most important people in his life was not the answer and he went looking for you. When he found you, he discovered you asleep in your bed your knees pulled up as far as they could go and your thick thighs locked together. You groaned, rising up at the interuption from your slumber and gazed at the light shinning through your door.

“Baby Doll...” your ears perked up at the sound of the pet name you hadn’t heard in five years. You removed your covers without hesitation and scuttled over to Bucky in your door frame. When you looked at him, his head was down, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he hadn’t slept the entire two weeks. His 6 ft tall normally intimidating frame was slouched over as he peaked at you through his wet lashes. You gripped his war ridden, calloused hands and sighed. Although you weren’t the bold one in your friendship, today you knew you needed to be. For your best friend’s sake. So, you stood on your tippy-toes and placed a kiss on his nose, then his chiseled cheekbone and his chin. He wrapped his metal arm around your waist when you placed your final kiss on his wet lash. Your feet were barely touching the floor at that point, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. Bucky placed his forehead against your head and took a deep breath. Your breaths were intertwined, and you swore you could count every freckle on his face. You tapped his arm to tell him to place you on the floor and he obliged, his arm staying locked upon your waist. You reached for his other hand and pulled him towards you bed. Without hesitation he followed, the patter of both of your bare feet and the sound of silence being the only sounds in the room. You moved to the far side of the bed and patted the space beside you. As soon as Bucky sat down he pulled you into his lap and buried his face in your curls.

“I know why he didn’t say goodbye. I know that he didn’t have to. So why does it feel like this? Why do I feel so empty?” his grip around your waist became tighter at his confession. He was seeking a closeness from you that you’d never seen before, and suddenly his bright blue eyes weren’t the only ones drowning. You took a deep breath and nuzzled in closer (if that was even possible). “All those years…all you guys went through… all the words left unsaid… they add up. I know it feels like this is eating a hole into your chest, but it’ll get easier. I know the one thing Steve would plead for us to do, is move on.” There was a beat of silence, the only sounds being the slight rustle of the sheets and Bucky’s labored breathing. Then you continued “I think that big cheeseball would be hurt if we didn’t. But take your time. I’ll always be here. I’ve always been here. That’ll never change, even five years couldn’t change that.”

Bucky flipped you in his lap so that your thick thighs were placed on both sides of his large torso. “Thank you malysh.” The love was there. He might not have said I love you, but the soldier of little words didn’t need to say it. You could feel it with every breath you took. You kissed his cheek once more before you pushed him down on the mattress. He didn’t want to let go of your body and you had no intentions of moving out of his grasp. Instead, you unfolded your legs from the side of his body and shuffled around until you were on his side and your leg was thrown over his strong abdomen. He pulled you closer, almost every part of your bodies was touching each other in your embrace. Bucky traced your thigh with his rough hands, your lids becoming heavy and his labored breathing becoming even. “You deserve the happiness that keeps being ripped away from you, and I hope now you’ll be able to obtain it.” He breathed in the scent of your curls “I don’t want to have it without you.” He paused again before continuing “I know it’s selfish, you have your life to live. You have your own joy to obtain, but I don’t want any of this happiness if its without you.” A tear you didn’t know you’d been holding in fell, and Bucky kissed it away before you could lift a finger. You put your head further in the crook of his neck. “Bucky…just let me stick with you. That would be enough. You would be more than enough.

For the first time in two weeks, Bucky got some sleep, and for the first time in five years you could rest.

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“Malysh” means Baby in Russian btw

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