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youngerdrgrey · 3 years ago

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the only way to get over someone... // a Batwoman fic

About: SPOILERS FOR THE SEASON TWO FINALE / post-2x18 / season two finale — After the s2 finale, Ryan tries to be a good 'friend' to Sophie, but it does not go the way she planned (feat. an extended cut of the similar tastes in conversation).

Notes: Don’t read if you haven’t seen the finale. This picks up at the end of the Kate and Ryan scene, then continues on from there because my WildMoore heart wanted to. Under the cut because spoilers + read on ao3

Kate Kane is leaving, and Ryan might need some time to fully process that. Kate’s opposite her, comfortably seated on the corner of their desk. The beer bottle clinks against the edge of it as Kate covers her bases. The suit’s staying with Ryan.

Kate starts, “As for Mary and Luke….”

Ryan jumps in with a smile. “They are my family, and I am going to take care of them.” No questions asked. Though, with Luke and his new super suit, she will definitely have help in keeping their family safe.

“Thank you.” Kate smiles back at Ryan. “And Sophie?”

Not family. Not in the traditional sense, at least. She’s family-adjacent at best. She’s… she’s Sophie, the same person who ruined Ryan’s life and relationship multiple times, and the same person who helped Ryan build them both back up.

Ryan quirks her head from side to side. “Can I get back to you on that?” The repetition gets another grin out of Kate. Worry still shines in Kate’s eyes though. Ryan admits, “She’s saved me a lot more than she’s hurt me, so, I guess I can look out for her too.”

Kate sighs in relief. “Good. She’ll need it. She’s not invincible, Ryan. Mary told me all about the two of you going back and forth over Cluemaster. She’s tough, but Sophie’s a lot more fragile than she seems.”

Ryan has seen a bit of that. Sophie does her best to hide the cracks in her armor, but Coryana in particular stripped down a layer. Her fear for Jordan took another, even her concern for Ryan in these last few days wore at it. “And you’re about to break her heart.”

Kate nods. She seems so sure that looking for Bruce is the right move. Maybe that’s what a good trip of Snake Bite can offer: clarity. Not that Ryan’s interested in joining Kate on that other side.

“Help her through it?”

Ryan jokes, “I’ll make sure she finds a suitable rebound. There’s a pretty great lesbian bar here.”

Kate’s eyes twinkle. “Keeping it close to home?”

Ryan does not like the implication in that question. She redirects the conversation. “Call us every once in a while. And make sure to tell Mary how much you miss her. She won’t admit it, but she loves to hear it. And maybe text Parker too. That girl is so hungry for gay mentorship. And —”

“I get it. I will keep in contact.”

Ryan aims her beer bottle at Kate like a threat. “You better. Don’t make me come find you. I almost died the last time.”

But Sophie saved her then. Ryan can always do the same.

Sophie does not know what to do with herself now. There’s no guidebook on what to do when the love of your life comes back from the dead, then promptly leaves to search for her cousin. No FAQ with tips on how to handle making out with said love of your life either.

There’s a knock on her door. A hopeful part of her immediately thinks it’s Kate. Sophie will open the door, and Kate will drop down her duffel bag and helmet and say, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Sophie rushes to the door. Throws it open and — oh, of course. Ryan gives her an apologetic smile from the other side of it.

“I know I’m probably not who you want to see right now….” Ryan starts. Her arms shift around two resusable grocery bags with overflowing snacks and wine bottles. A backpack bumps them from her shoulder. She offers another smile. “I brought supplies. And I’m here to keep you company through the heartache and to take you up on your offer.”

That explains the backpack. Sophie checks, “Kate’s leaving tomorrow?”

Ryan nods. “Tonight’s her last night in the loft, and my only night crashing on your couch. If the offer still stands?”

She seems hopeful too, and nervous, like she’s bracing herself for Sophie to close the door in her face.

Sophie hasn’t exactly had any company at her place. Not since Julia. It wouldn’t hurt to have someone here tonight. Make her laugh, make her smile.

Sophie steps back to let Ryan in. Ryan glides forward. Sophie closes the door and leans back against it so she can watch Ryan take in the space.

Ryan does a full turn in the entrance. “Damn, you got it like this?” She whistles low in appreciation. Her platform converse pad along the hardwood flooring between the front door and the living room. It’s spacious with the most comfortable couch Sophie’s ever owned, her favorite coffee table, and a large TV, courtesy of a Black Friday sale two years ago. This place isn’t as nice as her old apartment with Tyler, but it’s still one of the nicer places that Gotham has to offer.

Ryan glances back at Sophie, and she realizes she should probably answer the playful question.

“I barely got it like this. Say what you want about my comphet marriage,” Sophie pushes off the door to approach Ryan in the living room, “the dual incomes made life a lot easier.” She winces. Any income. “I may have to downsize again now that I’m unemployed.”

Ryan sets her bags down on the coffee table. “Just work with Luke.”

Sophie’s eyebrows raise in confusion. “In real estate?”

Ryan gives Sophie an equally confused look. “He still daylights as Head of Wayne Security. If you work there too, it’ll make Bat stuff that much easier.”

Oh. “I… hadn’t thought about that.”

“Bat stuff or what comes next?” Ryan asks.

“Honestly? Any of it.” Sure, Ryan has called Sophie now that Sophie knows the truth. They’ve teamed up, and they really did a great job last night during the blackout. All signs point to Sophie officially being a part of the team. She simply doesn’t want to assume and get hurt in the process.

Ryan reads her silence and rolls her eyes. “Consider this your Bat Team orientation. We mostly work nights, though there are the occasional work trips. We went to a beautiful island this year for a company retreat.”

Sophie can play along. “I think I’ve been there. Shame about the fire.”

Ryan nods with a faux somber expression. “Beautiful sight, even if it did almost kill me. Oh, and we have full medical benefits, so long as you go to Mary and Mary alone. No overtime. No days off. But you get to make Gotham a better place.”

Sophie pretends to think it over. “Is there a uniform?”

“Only for me. The rest of the staff comes as they are.”

“Lucky them.”

Ryan pops the collar on her flannel shirt. “You should see me in my suit.” It fits Ryan in all the right places for being protective wear. Sophie will never say that though. Ryan’s cocky enough without being complimented.

Sophie eyes the bags. “So what’s the plan?”

Ryan perks up, their earlier bit forgotten. “Anything we want. I’ve got face masks —” She tugs them out to show Sophie. “Candy and snacks. Most of it’s vegan, so I can enjoy it too. I brought wine that I took from the bar. We can blast angry, pop music, or do sad girl karaoke. Ooh, you can call Kate a bitch again.”

“I called Circe a bitch,” Sophie clarifies.

Ryan waves that off. “She deserved it.”

“Well, she’s gone so….” Sophie shrugs because that is the point, isn’t it? She glances around her one bedroom apartment — the effects of her last break-up — and logs the empty spots on the walls where old art would’ve gone. There’s space on the bookshelves from the books Tyler took with him. After the divorce, Sophie had to physically sort through her life. What does she do now when there’s nothing to pack up, or send away?

Sophie admits, “I’ve never had another person for this. Though, Kate and I did have a better goodbye than we usually do.” Even saying that puts a little smile in the corner of Sophie’s lips.

Of course Ryan clocks it. “Oh, y’all had a good-bye then.”

Sophie’s smile gets bigger as she licks her lips. A very good bye. As the rest of the conversation filters back in, Sophie’s smile shrinks. “She wants me to go for something easier.”

Ryan hums in understanding. “Long distance isn’t great, especially when you have no idea where she’ll be.”

“Are we still talking about Kate?” Sophie asks. Angelique’s out there somewhere. Ryan spent the majority of their working relationship hating Sophie because of Angelique. If Ryan’s still hung up on her….

Ryan shrugs. “We’re all getting over someone. I am just much further along than you.”

Honestly, direct communication is not something Sophie is interested in right now. She doesn’t want to think about whether Ryan misses Angelique, or how much Sophie will miss Kate when the reality sets in. She doesn’t want to think about Imani, or the fact that Ryan has had a whole mini-relationship in these last few months while Sophie’s been frozen in grief and time.

“You know what they say, the best way to get over someone…” Sophie lets the sentence hang a moment as Ryan’s eyebrows inch higher and higher up her hairline. Sophie laughs before finishing, “is to watch a movie with a friend. You pick.”

The way Ryan’s face lights up with the power is absolutely worth whatever disaster will take up the next two hours of Sophie’s life. “Let me see what you got.”

As Sophie brings two glasses of wine over to the living room, Ryan puts a throw pillow on the ground and tells Sophie to sit on it.

“But the couch—”

“Is for me!” Ryan plops down with her feet on either side of the pillow. She looks like they’ve got church in the morning and the hot comb’s smoking on the tray beside her. “You know the set up,” Ryan says.

“True. Care to tell me why?” Sophie’s hair is fine.

Ryan’s nose quirks up the way it does when she needs to keep her emotions in check. She shrinks into her chest. “When I was sad, my mama used to play with my hair. She’d claim that she was oiling my scalp, but mostly, she ran her fingers through it. Gave me a little massage until I felt better, or went to sleep. I am willing to do that for you, if you want to actually relax.”

Relaxing does sound better than drinking a lot of wine and crying. Besides, Ryan studies Sophie’s face like she wants to find every crack and smooth it over. How could Sophie say no?

She sets the wine down and sits onto the pillow. Instinct takes over as she scoots back until her back’s to the couch and rests her neck against the side of the cushion. Ryan does a little happy dance that shakes the couch. She presses play on the movie, and Sophie watches the credits. She does. She sees that much for sure. But once Ryan slips her fingers into Sophie’s hair, Sophie tunes all the way out.

A light lavender scent hits her nose each time Ryan’s hands shift towards the crown of her head. Did Ryan put on a perfume, or is that an essential oil? Lavender’s meant to be calming. Soothing. Sophie wants to drown in it.

As Ryan massages her way along Sophie’s scalp, the world melts away. No pain, no drama, just a weightlessness that eases down her body and makes her want to cry. Her body sinks into the softness. The peace and stability of knowing hands and the right amount of pressure to send tingles through her skin. Then Ryan’s short nails get involved, lightly scratching, and Sophie barely bites down on a moan.

Ryan must still hear it. A little chuckle shakes the couch. She doesn’t comment thankfully. Sophie doesn’t have the energy to be embarrassed right now. Too lost in the feel of Ryan’s hands on her. If this is what Ryan can do with just Sophie’s head —

Sophie’s eyes fly open. She needs to get a grip.

Ryan’s fingers snake down to Sophie’s shoulders. Again, the only grip Sophie can focus on is Ryan’s. Sophie lasts another few minutes of this high before sighing out, “Marry me.”

She figures Ryan will laugh at that too. They’ve joked enough about dates, both in and out of the cowl. Ryan doesn’t even stop touching her. Ryan leans down rather than keeping the distance. The shift in position tightens her thighs on either side of where Sophie sits. She waits until her breath is a warm whisper against Sophie’s ear to let out the sexiest little laugh. Sophie genuinely stops breathing.

“If you think this is good, you’re not ready.”

In an instant, Sophie would really like to be. Ready, willing, anything and everything if it feels this good and Ryan stays this close to her. Her face is on fire as she turns her head to see Ryan. Fuck, Ryan’s lips are right there. Teasing and parted, and Ryan’s tongue dips out to wet them. Sophie drags her gaze up from Ryan’s lips to meet Ryan’s hooded, sparkling eyes. Oh she knows exactly what she’s doing to Sophie. She’s enjoying this.

Ryan’s voice still sounds teasing. “Watch the movie, Sophie.”

“I’ll watch what I want to watch,” Sophie shoots back.

Ryan takes that as the challenge it is. She holds the stare and kneads her thumbs into the backs of Sophie’s shoulders. Sophie’s eyelids flutter, and she struggles again to keep from audibly moaning. At least this time, she catches the little gulp Ryan does.

Ryan scoots back onto the couch, up to her full — albeit little — seated height. Sophie turns further, and she tries not to think too hard about looking up at Ryan from between Ryan’s legs. It must be on her face though since Ryan actually averts her eyes.

“Soph....” Ryan’s voice strains. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” Ryan started it with that ‘if you think this is good’ comment. She is not putting this back on Sophie.

Ryan groans, flustered in a way that should not look as cute as it does. “You know what! You — we — just look over there.” She takes a hand off Sophie to point back at the TV. “I am trying to be a good friend right now. To both of you.”

And there goes the fun. Sophie turns back to the TV. She really has no idea what’s happening in this movie. She doesn’t want to ask either. They’re damn near fifteen minutes in. She’s not going back in the movie, or with life. She’s not going to break down over losing Kate again. She has no reason to. She’s spent more time with Ryan this week than she did with Kate. She’s fine.

Ryan clears her throat. “Talking with her today was, like, everything I’d imagined it would be. She’s funny and witty, and she has great taste in everything. Present company included. I can see why you’d love her. And why it would be easier to not try to deal with those feelings of loss all over again.”

Sophie drops her head back against the couch. Her ceiling’s not nearly as interesting to look at as Ryan. Or Kate. “Do we have to do this?”

“We’re not doing anything else so….” Her narrowed eyes say exactly what she means by ‘anything else.’

“There are other things, Ryan.” Besides giving in to the tension that flares between them, besides shifting an already unstable dynamic past its breaking point. Probably many, many times.

Ryan holds her hands together in her lap. “Well, you’re clearly not interested in the movie, so: your call. What does the great Sophie Moore want to do with her break up night?”

Sophie’s eyes dance as she gets up to kneel in front of Ryan. (Yes, Ryan glances at her through what looks like a haze of lust and concern. Yes, she blinks, and all that emotion slips back under the base gleam in Ryan’s eyes. No, Sophie does not want to think about how many times Ryan might’ve looked at her like this without ever noticing.)

“Well, Ryan Wilder, there is one thing that I have been dying to do.”

“You have to— Sophie, please listen before we end up falling.” Ryan glares up at Sophie. They’re standing on a building that Ryan says is the best jumping point to the Bat-roof. It’s lower down, which is probably why Sophie has never seen either of the Batwomen coming.

Ryan’s face is torn between excitement and dread at sharing her red and black baton with Sophie. She repeats for the third time which button to press to shoot the grappling hook, how to angle the body, and how to land so they don’t fall off the roof.

“I’m listening,” Sophie swears. She adjusts her stance so her feet are wide like Ryan instructed. She angles her body towards the other roof — their roof. She takes a steadying breath and gently plucks Ryan’s hand off the other end of the baton.

Ryan steps in to wrap her arms around Sophie’s waist. “You have to brace yourself for landing. And please do not let go of me. I’m holding on, but—”

“I won’t let go,” Sophie assures her. She wraps her left arm around Ryan and holds tight to the baton with her right. Okay, another steadying breath, and she jams her thumb into the button. The wire flies out, and in a breath, they soar up through the air. Wind whips around them, and Ryan squeezes so tight that her face is nearly in Sophie’s chest.

For her assurances, Sophie does not stick the landing. She stumbles the moment the wire ends, and Ryan stumbles with her. Both of them clatter onto the Bat-roof with a groan and a laugh and a tangle of limbs that ends with them side by side on the roof’s floor.

The air around them is quiet and warm and still has a hint of the smoke from all the fires in Gotham yesterday. Sophie has the fleeting thought that it might be easier with Ryan than she ever expected. What ‘it’ is, well, Sophie blinks that away.

She props herself up on her elbows. “Can we go again?”

Ryan laughs. “No recovery period with you.”

Sophie gets up and offers her hand to Ryan, who takes it without hesitation. She tugs harder than she needs to. Ryan pops up with little more than a breath between them. She uses her free hand to tuck Ryan’s hair behind her ear. Lets her finger trail down Ryan’s neck.

Sophie whispers, “Oh, Wilder, you have no idea.” Ryan’s dramatic groan of reply makes Sophie laugh harder than she has all day. "Come on, round two."

Ryan pouts as Sophie heads for the stairs. Ryan points out, "I normally just jump off."

"What's the rush?" Sophie holds the door open for Ryan to come with her. "We've got all the time in the world."

a/n: We made it through season two, and I love these two so much. What about you?

#batwoman #batwoman fic #wildmoore #ryan wilder #sophie moore #ryan x sophie #mine #batwoman: s2 #batwoman: 218 #kate kane #kate x ryan #but not in a ship way just in a tag way

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elvish-sky · 4 years ago

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The Temptation of Regality: A Sense of Belonging {Thorin x Reader}

A.N: So first of all, this is not the big falling out/angsty part of the story, that’s in a few chapters. The troll scene is one of my favorites in both book and movie, and I actually wrote a full separate thing using all the dialogue and stuff from the book and movie but figured that if you guys wanted that you could just read/watch them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Please consider voting/commenting, it really makes my day!

Word Count: 1,786

Pairing: Eventual Thorin x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Thorin is a jerk

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Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Part 2: A Sense of Belonging

“Uh oh.” You paused mid-swing as the sounds of fighting died down around you and looked up to see two of the trolls holding Bilbo. You backed up to stand with your dwarf companions, waiting to see what would happen. As you stepped back, your foot caught on a root and you tripped backward to sprawl on the ground, weapons dropping around you as you did so. You saw a pair of feet next to your head, and you looked up to see the angry face of Thorin attached. “Get up!” he hissed, and you scrambled to your feet, trying and failing to look nonchalant as the trolls reached out and grabbed Dori and Dwalin, tying them onto a spit over the fire. You gulped, praying that they wouldn’t try to fit all of you on it at once.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed as you hit the ground in a sack. A hand quickly clamped over your mouth as you spoke, and, angry you turned your head to see the king-to-be tied in a sack next to you, shushing you. You shook your head and dislodged his hand. “What d’ya think you’re doing?” “If you talk, they might eat us sooner.” “Thorin, they already caught us, I think they’ll eat us whenever they want. Besides, Bilbo’s talking right now!” You listened as he said something about skinning dwarves, causing the pile of them in sacks around you to wiggle and yell.

Then the realization hit, “Wait. You meant the trolls would eat us faster if specifically, I spoke. You really think I’m that awful that something would eat me just to shut me up.” He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “Well!” you huffed, “apparently you do have a sense of humor, it just decides to show itself at the wrong moments,” and shifted yourself so that you were facing away from him, lying in between him and Balin.

You wiggled in your sack, trying to reach your boot to grab the knife you knew was tucked in next to your sock. As you did this, you bent at an awkward angle and glimpsed a flash of grey between the trees surrounding the clearing. You noticed Bilbo’s eyes flash with recognition as he saw it as well, and silently encouraged him to keep stalling. Then the pile of dwarves around you erupted with cries of “I don’t have parasites!” and “you have parasites!” Figuring it was a tactic of Bilbo’s you kicked Kili to make him shut up. It seemed like Thorin had had the same idea as well, for Kili glared at both of you before it hit him. “Mine are the biggest parasites!” he quickly corrected himself, catching on. You and Thorin glanced at each other before quickly looking away, embarrassed.

You went back to fiddling for your knife, until, with a whispered cry of satisfaction, you caught it between your fingers. You brought it up to your chest and began to saw on the rope tying you in the sack, wishing you had a larger, more efficient blade like one of your daggers. Just as you finally cut through the rope, cries came from the trolls, and your eyes lifted to see them quickly turning to stone, Gandalf standing triumphant on a rock behind them. With a sigh of relief, you shrugged the sack off and stood up, stretching. You turned to Balin and began to cut him free, finishing and then making your way through the rest of the dwarves.

“Y/N, how did you get free so quickly?” Kili asked as you sawed on the rope trapping him. “I mean, the second the trolls were stone you were up with a flash!” “I spent most of the time in the sack trying to reach the knife, it was sheer coincidence that I cut the rope at the same time the trolls froze.” “Ahh,” he nodded in understanding. “Well, it’s good to know that had Bilbo and Gandalf not defeated the trolls so cleverly, we would have eventually been freed by you...” His voice faded at the end of his sentence, and his eyes were gazing at something just beyond you with a look of fear in them.

You stood and turned to see the leader of the company glaring up at you. “What is this about you having the means to free us and not using it?” “I was going to use it, I was just trying to get to it. Also, it’s rather small, it would have taken a while to cut everyone free.” You held up the knife to show it’s size.

“Still, if you had that all along, why did you not cut us all free?” Thorin gestured to your knife as he spoke. “Because I. Could. Not. Reach it!!!! I spent the entire time I was in that sack trying to get to it, and once I did the trolls were stone! There was literally nothing I could have done to help free us, and if there had been I would have done it! In case you didn’t notice, my king, I was also about to be eaten!”

You stomped off towards the ponies, only to realize that, in fact, the ponies were gone. “So I guess we’re traveling on foot now?” Kili asked. Thorin shot him a glare, and his nephew clammed up and hurried to start walking. As the group set off, you lingered close to the back so that you could hear what Thorin and Dwalin were muttering about. “Don’t blame the lass, Thorin,” you heard Dwalin speaking in low tones to his friend. “She couldn’t have freed us any quicker than Bilbo had.” “Still,” the king replied, “she shouldn’t have just focused on freeing herself. If she’s not going to be able to help the group in situations like that then she is utterly useless.”

You felt your cheeks growing hot with anger as tears started to fill your eyes. You had always cried when angry, ever since you were little, but it had never presented itself at a more inopportune time. You were about to turn and confront the two dwarves but paused as you heard Dwalin speak again. “Thorin, you couldn’t have done anything else to free us either. Neither could I. It was sheer luck that Bilbo was smart enough to stall for Gandalf. We should not blame Y/N for not being able to do something that none of the rest of us could do either.” With that Dwalin increased his pace and left a bemused and slightly remorseful Thorin behind.

You collapsed onto the ground in the campsite that Nori and Bofur had picked out for the night, spreading your bedroll to claim a spot slightly separate from where you knew the dwarves would soon be squished together. Sure, sleeping farther from the fire did mean you were colder, but it was worth it to be slightly farther from the snoring.

With a sigh, you slowly drifted off into unconsciousness. You weren’t awake when Thorin, seeing you shivering on the ground and feeling slightly remorseful for his words earlier, picked his way through the campsite of sleeping dwarves to stand over you. He studied you for a moment, hearing the faint chatter of your teeth with cold, and shrugged off his fur coat, draping it over you and tucking it in around your neck, hand lingering on your cheek as he brushed the hair off your face. He smiled as you unconsciously leaned into his touch and snuggled down with his coat covering you.

“Uncle?” Thorin whirled around to see Fili, standing at the edge of the campsite with arms full of firewood. “What are you doing?” “Nothing! I just noticed that the human was cold and figured it would be bad if she froze, that’s all.” “Ok,” Fili clearly did not believe Thorin but was willing to let it go. “If that’s all…” he tossed the wood onto the fire as he said this, making the flames die down and then shoot up fueled by the addition. Thorin bounded across the campsite to grab his nephew by the shoulder. “Listen to me,” he drew Fili close so that he could see his eyes. “If you tell anyone, and I mean anyone, even Kili, of what you just saw, I’ll kick you off this quest so fast, it’ll make your head spin.” “Ok, Uncle.” Fili walked away and settled into his bedroll with a smirk. He eagerly anticipated what you would do when you woke with the king’s coat draped over you the next morning.

You awoke the next day to the sounds of birds chirping and the sun shining on your face. You sat up and stretched your arms above your head, gazing at the canopy of leaves through which the early morning light filtered through. As you did so you felt something heavy slide down from around your shoulders. It was a fur coat. Figuring it was Fili’s as you’d seen him wearing furs before, you walked over to where the golden-haired dwarf was packing his belongings. “Thank you for this,” you held out the coat for him to take. He smirked as he saw what it was. “That’s not mine, Y/N.” “It’s not?” “No. In fact, I believe it belongs to my uncle over there.” He pointed at Thorin, who was sitting on a log across the clearing sharpening his newly found sword. Shocked at this revelation, you questioned Fili. “He hates me. Why would he give me his coat?” “Maybe you should just go ask him, Y/N.”

So you walked over to Thorin and held out the coat. “Um, thank you for the coat. Why did you give it to me.” You were surprised to notice a faint blush on his cheeks as he rose. Shrugging the coat on, he spoke, “I noticed you get rather cold at night. I gave you my coat to prevent that, it wouldn’t do for one of my company to be unable to sleep because of something so easily remedied.” You shifted back and forth with a little embarrassment that he would notice. “Well, I appreciated the extra warmth, I certainly slept better than I have been.”

You turned and walked back to your bedroll to pack it up, trying to hide your sudden happiness. After his words yesterday, you had feared that he hated you, and would never accept you as part of the group. Now, though, you felt a real sense of belonging and acceptance, although you thought you might have felt a little more than that from Thorin. It was probably just your imagination, though. A dwarf would never feel for a human in that way.

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thewildomega · 4 years ago

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Second Chance Ch.10

Waking up you yawned and gave a little stretch, rubbing your eyes you sighed and sat up from the couch, feeling only a little ache in your chest as you did so. Looking around the home you saw the early morning light coming in through the windows and grinned. From the empty sound you didn't think Ed was up yet. Swinging your legs around over the edge you stood and started folding the blanket that you had been using, tossing it over the back of the couch and fluffing the throw pillow back up you nodded, satisfied with it looking like you hadn't been sleeping there for the past week. Remembering how that conversation had went you felt the corner of your lip lift up the slightest amount.

Washing your face and braiding your hair down you back you walked back out to the living room and saw it empty. Listening you could hear the shower from Edward's bedroom and figured he was getting ready for bed himself. The both of you had ate supper with Marco and his wife Zella, staying to talk to them both about your world and some other things. Zella was very nice and for the now second time in your life you could see a blossoming friendship there... maybe... maybe she was just being nice. Biting your lip you decided it was best not to overthink it.

Seeing as the lights were off, other than his bedroom one you walked over to the couch and looked around. Biting the inside of your lip you reached out to pull the throw from the armchair. Turning to the couch you moved to lay down on it, adjusting the throw pillow behind your head and turning to your side. Pulling up your legs so the throw would cover a bit more of you, you sighed. You hated sleeping with pants on, jeans especially but you would just have to deal with it. This wasn't your home, it was his and you didn't want to seem like you weren't respective of that. Closing your eyes you yawned, at least you were already tired. Relaxing you felt yourself drifting off when suddenly a deep, low voice spoke and jolted you from sleep. "Wha..." you asked looking to the back of the couch that you were facing and then turning your head some to see him standing above you.

"I asked you what the hell you thought you were doing?"

Blinking in confusion you felt your bow twitch, "Going to sleep." you answered in an unsure voice.

"You are not sleeping on the couch lass."

Opening and closing your mouth you looked back to the couch and then up to him, "Th..then where do you want me to sleep?" you asked in a low voice. He wouldn't ask you to sleep on the floor would he?

"In the bed of course."

Knitting your brows you looked to him and shook your head. "That's your bed."

"I am not letting you sleep out here on the couch."

"Well I'm not taking your bed so it's either here or the floor." you told him with a firm look.

"I said you're not sleeping on the couch. After everything you did to help me when I ended up in your world I will not allow you to sleep on the couch while I sleep in a bed."

"Yes you will. I am fine here. Plus there is no way you can fit on this thin comfortably."

"I'll make it work now come on, go get in bed."

"No." you huffed, rolling back over to face the back of the couch.

"Y/n."

"Edward." you mocked in the same irritated voice as his. Hearing him growl you kept your eyes close.

"You are so stubborn."

"Maybe you're just too used to getting your way." you shrugged. Hearing a grunt you assumed he had walked away to go to bed but then felt as the throw was ripped from you to be replaced by a heaviness. Opening your eyes to see he had thrown another blanket over you looked up to see him standing there with his brows lowered and his arms crossed over his chest in what looked to be a pout.

"You'll at least use a better blanket than that damn thing."

Grinning you saw him let out a sigh before those warm yellow eyes dropped down to you. "Thank you." hearing him only grunt in response you chuckled "Aren't you too old to pout when things don't go your way."

"Keep it up darling and I'll go get them ropes."

Giggling you saw his lip lift into the smallest grin "Goodnight Ed."

"Sweet dreams lass."

Hearing how low his voice went made those butterflies in your stomach flutter and you turned back to the couch to hide your blush. Closing your eyes you listened to him walk to his bedroom but didn't hear his door close.

Every night he had offered you his bed but every night you had turned him down. He was already feeding you and offering you shelter, he took time out of his day to spend with you and he had even gotten the a seamstress in town to make you some more clothes, you would not take his bed. Walking to the bathroom you looked in the closet to see the basket that held you clothes. Taking off the large shirt of his that you had more or less claimed as a sleeping shirt, you folded it up and picked out your clothes for today. Pulling on a pair of jean shorts, your bra and a navy loose fitting tank top you pulled loose you hair and ran your fingers through it before nodded and letting out a little hum. Walking out of the bathroom you moved to the kitchen and made him a quick omelet, your way of paying for your stay was cooking for him and cleaning, even though he told you on multiple occasions that you didn't have to. Good thing was you seemed to mostly wake before him so there wasn't much he could do to stop you. Sitting his plate at the head of the table where he always sat you also got his tea cup ready. Cleaning up you made your way outside, breathing in a deep breath of the clean fresh air.

"Good morning y/n."

Looking over to the close line not too far from Edward's house you saw Zella there hanging up a load of laundry and smiled. Walking over to her, "Good Morning Zella."

"How are you feeling today?" she asked.

"Good. My head isn't even hurting anymore and neither is my chest." you told her

"I am glad to hear. I'm sure Whitebeard is happy to see you no longer in pain as well." Smiling up at the woman she hung up her husband's pants. "So what is it you are going to do today?"

"Umm I don't really know. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not help per say but I'm going to the market when I get done hanging out clothes and you are more than welcome to join me if you would like."

Smiling you nodded. Helping her hang up the rest of her and Marco's clothing the two of you were soon off to the market. While you didn't have any money to buy anything it was fun to just hang out with Zella and look at all the different foods and stuff. Things here looked and smelled so much better than in your world with nothing being processed. Everything tasted better too, although you really missed pizza. You could probably make it but you would have to get the ingredients first and well yet again you had no money.

"...I'll pay you fifty berries...."

"No way!"

"Fine a hundred berries."

"I said no! Anyone would have to be a fool to do it."

"Well I can't leave this island until it's done... I'm not leaving that damn chest down there."

"Best I can tell you is start asking around. Whoever take the job is going to have to be a damn good swimmer is all I'ma say...either that or one of them fishmen."

Having caught on to the conversation between the two men you bit your lip. Looking down to Zella you tapped her shoulder. "I'll be right back." you told her and saw her nod. Walking over to the two men you licked your lips. "Um excuse me sir but I heard you talking about a job you needed done, one that would need a good swimmer and I... well I'd like to take it." you said and saw both of them looking up to you in shock.

"Girl this ain't no job for..." the one started but felt a jab to hsi ribs and shut up.

"Is that right doll? Well I must ask, are you a decent swimmer?"

Looking to the man with the long scraggly beard you nodded. While you hated being called doll you would bite your tongue in favor of making some money. "Yes sir, I'd like to say so. What exactly is it you need done?"

"Well you see doll my ship collide with the reef out there during that storm two weeks ago and the damn thing sunk. Me and my crew just did make it out before the sea swallowed it up but my chest of goods, including my log book and post are in that chest so you see I kinda need it back before we can set off again. It's finally low enough tide that someone would be able to dive down and fetch it for me, I'd go myself but I'm not a good swimmer and neither is none of my crew." he told the abnormally tall young woman.

Nodding you tilted your head. "So where is the chest at exactly?"

"It's in my cabin, second floor of the ship."

Nodding again you looked him in the eye. "A hundred berries if I bring it back to you?"

"Aye. I'll sweeten the deal, I'll give you two if you also manage to bring up my hat and sword, I had them on my nightstand when I went to sleep that night." he grinned.

"Alright I'll do it."

"Well then let us show you the way." he grinned.

Quickly going back over to Zella and telling her you would catch up with her later you saw her knitted brows as you only told her you had gotten a quick job. Hearing the men call for you, you gave her a grin. "I'll be fine. if Edward asks just tell him I'll be back later." you told her before turning around to follow the men towards the shipwreck. Arriving at the beach you saw some of the reef and rocks sticking up but you didn't see a ship which meant it was deep underwater.

"She's just there doll. Remember my cabin is just left off the stairs, second floor."

Taking a deep breath you nodded. You were sure your heart was beating hard enough against your ribs that it just might burst through. 'Calm down. You've swarm back and forth across the lake a million times, this is going to be a piece of cake. Besides if you do this you will be able to pay Edward back for the clothes and buy enough stuff to make Pizza for You, Ed, Marco and Zella. Hell maybe even some type of desert too.' taking a step out into the water you felt it decently warm, good at least you wouldn't be freezing to death. Slowly walking out into the water you felt the waves crash into you but pushed on.

"I'll be waiting for you doll."

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Waking up he walked into the kitchen and saw breakfast waiting for him on the table like usual, sighing he moved to sit down at his seat to eat, knowing she had probably not made herself anything. She was constantly cleaning and cooking for him. He told her repeatedly that she didn't have to but did she listen, No. Y/n was a hard headed woman but she was also kind and funny and caring. Between her world and his own he had taken notice how she always put herself last, like her boots, those hole ridden things should have been replaced by now but instead she had used her money to buy him clothes and food. He knew she didn't make much working at the bar and when he had accidentally knocked a notebook from the coffee table one day he had opened it to see papers stating things she had to pay, he still found it odd people there had to pay for something as simple as water. Adding them up he knew she was by no means a wealthy person but she never complained. Smiling to himself he took another bite of the omelet.

"What has you smiling so much Pops?"

Snapping his eyes over he saw Marco walking into the room with a soft grin on his face. "Oh nothing really..."

"Mmm maybe I should have asked who, although I'm pretty sure I already know." Marco chuckled.

Humming he took another bite of his omelet, bacon and cheese, his favorite, well she did add in spinach but he wouldn't complain. She tended to add vegetables into everyone of his meals. Seeing Marco take a seat at the table beside him he swallowed his food. "What is it you have been doing this morning?"

"Helped Mrs. Harp deliver her new granddaughter."

Smiling he gave a light chuckle. "Oh yea, I'll have to go tell them congratulations. Rea and the babe all healthy?"

Nodding he grinned. "Yep both of them are doing great." Rubbing the back of his head he leaned back in the large chair, "So Jozu, Vista and Izo are on their way back here."

Looking back up he blinked, "Did you tell them?" he asked and saw Marco shake his head.

"No I thought it would be easier in person."

"Do you know when they will be here?"

"Within the next week."

Humming he finished off his food. While he was excited to see his children again he knew he would never be able to see all of them. He and Marco had already spoken and he agreed with his son, it was best if Whitebeard stayed dead. Standing he carried his pate over to the sink to wash, if he didn't go ahead and do it she would. Putting on the kettle to make his tea his mind drifted again to his soulmate. He wanted to do something for her, something special but he didn't know what yet. Glancing up out the window he saw Zella outside, she looked to be just getting back from the market judging by the basket in her arms. Seeing her looking around he grinned softly. "Marco lad, I think your wife is looking for you?"

Standing Marco moved to push in the chair. "You know Pops I could be saying that same thing to you before long."

Hearing this he felt his body stiffen a bit, "Marco..." he said in warning but his first only chuckled in response. Being left alone in the house he couldn't help but think on his son's words. The thought of being able to call y/n his wife made his chest warm up, a upward tug of his lips. He knew he was falling in love with her, he had been around long enough to be in touch with his own feelings and emotions. He was also well past the age to be playing around, he knew what he wanted, he wanted her. There was only one thing holding him back. Her. Nothing about her in particular, hell in his eyes she was perfect. Perfect for him. BUT, she herself wasn't there yet. She had started to open up more and more to him. He knew her likes and dislikes. He knew how she liked her food, how she enjoyed exploring and the water. He knew her favorite color, he knew that she hated bugs and how she wasn't fond of the sitting around but the one thing he knew nothing about other than the little he had been able to piece together himself was her past. She kept that part of herself locked away in a deep abyss that he knew even she wished she could just forget about. She couldn't' though, it was something else learned with age, something she had yet to grasp. A person can move on from their past, learn from it but you could never forget it. Until she got that, until she opened up to him, trusted him he knew their relationship could go no further.

Snapped out of his thoughts by the kettle he moved over to pour himself a cup of tea. Sipping at the hot drink he looked towards the couch she had been sleeping on and frowned. He really had to find her somewhere else to sleep. When he had built himself a home he had assumed he would never have anyone to share it with. His boys stayed where ever doing God knows what when they docked on his home island while he chose to spend it quietly. So being that he had only ever built one room, his room. Yes the other rooms were larger, big enough that if his crew came over to eat or whatever else they could but sleeping wise, no, there was no where else. Sitting his cup down on table he walked over to the book shelf and looked through them until he found what he was looking for. Grabbing the green spined book he opened it and took out the folded plans for the home. Carrying them back over to the table he opened them up and set them down to look them over. Crossing his arms he tapped his finger on his arm in thought. He could easily add another room off of the living room. Finding a pencil he moved to sit down to start making the plans when he heard the door open again and what sounded like the rushed steps. "Marco what..."

"We have a problem..."

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Kicking your arms and feet you kept your head above water, bobbing up and down with the waves as you swam to where to reef was and the apparent sunken ship. Luckily the water was clear so you could make out the ship once you rounded the large rocks. Fish were swimming around so hopefully that meant no sharks. Getting to where you were just over the wreckage you took a few deep breaths, readying yourself. "You got this." you told yourself. With one deep breath you dived under. Swimming down deeper and deeper you saw the ship come into full view. Taking a moment to look the whole thing over you grinned and then moved towards the stairs. Second floor to the left. Second floor to the left. Repeating it over and over in your head you paused when it got much darker inside. Letting your eyes adjust you went into the room that had to be the captain's cabin. Seeing a few fish swimming about you scanned the room for the chest. At first you didn't see it but then you saw something under a knocked over chair. Swimming over you placed your feet on the floor and pulled it up. Thankfully it was a smaller chest and so you grabbed it and started swimming out of the ship. Getting to the surface you set the chest on the rocks that were above water.

Taking a few minutes to regain your breathing you dived back down to get the hat and sword that he said he would pay extra for. Finding your way to his room easily this time you started searching for the sword and hat. He had said they were on his table but everything had been knocked over when it sunk. Seeing a shining sword against the wall you grabbed it, putting it over your arm for now. Now for the hat. Looking over the whole room you ran out of breath and had to take the sword back up. Placing it on the rocks as well you decide to go look on more time, wanting to pay Ed back. Swimming your way down to the ship and getting to the room you looked it over again. Seeing the bed you got down to peek under it and long and behold there was the hat. Reaching under it you felt the material of the hat and grabbed it. Pulling it out you suddenly felt a sharp pain on your arm. Snatching your arm out you saw a eel biting you. Having let out a scream when it bit you you didn't have much air left. Hitting it to try and make it let go it only started to shake, blood coming from around it. Clenching your teeth you grabbed a shard of the broken mirror on the floor and stabbed it. As soon as it let go you dropped the glass and quickly took hold of the hat. Swimming out of the ship you saw blood pouring from your arm but ignored it as your lungs burned. Kicking your feet and arms about you pushed for the surface, desperate for air.

As soon as you broke out you gasped for air, coughing the water that had started to fill your lungs. Crawling up onto the rocks you put the hat beside the other items. Lifting your arm you saw the wound bleeding down your arm. The whole area felt like it was on fire. Were eels venomous? You didn't know but you did know that you really needed to get back to shore. Putting the sword strap over your arm you grabbed the chest and shoved the hat through the other handle. Holding onto the other side you slide off the rocks and started your slow swim back to shore.

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Finding the man in town that Zella had described he saw the man laughing with some other men that he knew weren't from his village. Gritting his teeth he walked over to him and reached down to lift the man off the stool by his shirt. Holding up to his level he looked into his eyes.

"Hey what's the big deal?"

"You think you are something don't you punk?! Conning an innocent woman to go risk her life out there in those waters!"

"I didn't con anyone, she made her choice, I didn't hold a gun to her head or nothing."

Growling he looked down to the open chest and saw it filled with a little treasure and a log pose. "I am going to make this quick and simple for you. You and your crew will be off of this island within the next thirty minutes or I will personally see to it that you all join your ship." Seeing the man nod vigorously he dropped him to the ground and went to where his heart was pulling him.

Walking over to the beach he looked around until a head of h/c hair caught his eye. Moving over to her he saw her sitting in the sand, her hair and clothes soaking wet but that wasn't what caught his attention, it was the blood currently dripping down her arm. It looked to be in the shape of a moray eel bite and he could hear her mumbling as he got closer. "Can you not go a full two weeks without injury?"

Snapping your eyes up to the all too familiar voice you saw a look on his face of both annoyance and concern. "I can, I just ah... well..." seeing his brow raise as he crouched down in front of you you snapped your mouth shut.

Moving to kneel in front of her he grabbed her arm and turned it to look the bite over fully. Sighing he pulled her up and lifted her up into his arm, hearing her let out a little 'eep'. Turning and walking towards his home he heard her huff, feeling water run down his front.

Being carried in one of his arms you huffed out, "You do know I can walk, it's my arm, not my leg." you complained but secretly loved the warmth his large body was giving your chilled, wet one.

"I can see that but as it turns out darling I can not trust you not to do something to put yourself in danger so I am going to carry you."

"I didn't tell the eel to bite me!"

"No you just decided to go swim out to a shipwreck in waters that are infested with sea kings and a million other things that would swallow you up in an instant. All for nothing I might add."

"It wasn't for nothing."

"Then tell me lass what was it for?"

Turning a little in his hold you grabbed the folded money from your pocket. "It was a job."

Looking to the berries he knit his brows, "So you risked your life so you could have some money? What do you need money for?"

"It's not for me, it's for you." you told him leaning over him to shove the money into his back pocket.

Quickly pulling the money out of his pocket he looked to see about two hundred berries there and shook his head at her, "Why is it for me?"

"To pay you back for the clothes and food and letting me stay with you."

"I'm not taking this."

Feeling him shove the money back into your hands you knit your brows. "Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are." Going to put it in his pocket you saw him hold his hand over it to stop you. Sitting up you reached up to push it under his bandana.

"Y/n." he grunted. Trying to reach up to take the money out of his bandana he felt her grab his hand to try and stop him.

"Ed please just take it I want to pay you back, I...I don't want to bum off of you or make it seem like I'm not grateful."

Sighing he held her hands in one of his and looked into her eyes. "Lass I know you're not bumming off of me, I know you are grateful. I won't allow you to pay me back because there is nothing for you to pay me back for." seeing her go to speak he pressed his finger to her lips while still holding her hands still. "Did you not buy me clothes, feed me, shelter me and spend your money on other things of entertainment while I was in your world?"

"Well yeah but that's different..."

Chuckling he rose his brows, "How so?"

"Because you...you fixed my roof."

"I patched your roof once. That one deed doesn't count as payment."

"You chopped wood..."

"Hmmm chopped wood for a fire to keep us both warm, still not enough."

Looking down you thought on the main point that had been filling your mind, "You kept me company."

Hearing how soft her voice had gone he felt his brows lower and the smile slowly fall from his face. "Aren't you doing the same thing with me darling?"

"It's not the same thing. You have friends here, your son, your family. You don't need me." biting the inside of your lip you looked away.

Furrowing his brows he placed her down on the log bench outside of his home. Kneeling down in front of her he curled his finger under her chin to force her eyes to his while the other rested on the bench by her thigh. "Need no, want yes. Don't ever think you are burdening me darling..." licking his lips he dipped his head closer to hers, "... That I won't ever want you by my side." Glancing down to her lips he felt that pulling in his chest.

It felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest the closer his face got to yours. When he was only a few inches from your own you felt your eyes begin to slip close.

Going to close the distance he dipped his head and...

"Woah what happened to your arm.... oh... um..."

Tensing up when Marco's voice suddenly sounded from beside the both of you you quickly leaned back and looked down, feeling your whole face heat up with embarrassment.

Leaning back he glanced down to y/n to see her head dipped down and her shoulders curled inward some. Gritting his teeth he let out a small sigh as he moved to stand. Looking to his son he gave him a glare that he knew Marco understood when he saw him making that same guilty face he had made since he was a young boy. Glancing back down to his lass he saw her very uncomfortable and knew even if he told Marco to leave there was no going back to that moment right now. "Marco tend to her arm while I go get her a towel. Lass don't give him a fuss." Rubbing her shoulder he saw her nod but still not lift her eyes to his.

"I'll go get my kit Y/n, be right back."

Walking towards the door he gave his son a smack to the back of his head as he passed, hearing him mumble out a small 'sorry'.

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Once Marco had cleaned your arm and bandaged it you looked up to his eyes and gave him a small grin, "Thank you, I'm sorry I keep using up your bandages and stuff."

Chuckling he looked to the woman and smiled, "Nah you're fine Y/n. Keeps my skills refreshed." he said and saw her smile. "So Zel told me about this thing called a pizza you told her about, what is it exactly?"

"Well actually I was thinking maybe I could make us some for supper, if your father is okay with it that is?" you asked finally looking back up to the man for the first time since what now had to be one of the most embarrassing moments of your life. Just thinking about what had almost happened made your cheeks heat up again.

Looking down to her eyes he saw a blush on her cheeks but said nothing and nodded. "Of course lass, as long as it won't bother your arm." When she smiled he grinned as well. "Alright then well let's go back into town and get the stuff you need."

Nodding you got off the bench and moved to hang up the damp towel on the clothes line to dry. Your clothes were only a little damp now, along with your hair but in the sun they would dry quickly. Walking back over to Ed and Marco you saw the man look to you.

"Anything me and Zel can do or bring?" Marco asked, packing up his things.

Shaking your head you smiled, "Just yourselves."

"Alright then. I'll see you both at supper then."

Walking beside her towards town he glanced down to her arm, the bite wasn't that big on her as it would have been a normal sized person but he knew it still hurt, eels bites were nothing to take lightly. "You make sure to keep that bite clean lass." Seeing her nod he licked his lips and reached up to rub the back of his head. He wasn't liking how awkward this felt.

Wanting something to talk about but not wanting to talk about that you glanced up to the mountain and tilted your head. "What's up there?"

Humming he followed her eyes up tot he mountain and rose his brows, "Ah what do you mean?"

"Like is it flat or are there more trees or something else?"

"Don't know. Probably just rocks." he shrugged.

Tilting your head you grinned up at him. "You've never climbed up there?"

"No."

Pursing your lips you smiled.

Seeing her smiling and looking towards the mountain he knit his brows, looking back and forth between the woman and the land mass. "Don't even think about it."

Hearing him say that you looked to him and grinned. "What?"

"You are not climbing up there."

"And why not?"

"What do you mean why not? Because it's dangerous that's why."

Waving him off you smiled, "It'll be fine, I climbed the mountains back home loads of times. Besides I want to see what's up there."

"I said no. We are not climbing that mountain."

"I didn't say you had to go."

"Well I sure as hell ain't letting you go up there by yourself."

"If you're scared though there is no reason in you..."

"Scared?! You think I am scared?!" Chuckling and then laughing he shook his head. "We are not climbing the mountain and it's not because I'm scared."

Looking to him you smirked "Bock bock bock."

"Chicken noises really? I am not a chicken. I'm not scared." Crossing his arms over his chest he looked down at her and saw her still looking up at him with that teasing grin. "Don't they teach children to respect their elders where you are from?"

"I mean they do but I didn't know you when you were older and technically we don't know how old you are now so I could very well be your elder."

'That'd not how that works." he grumbled.

"Oh come on it'll be fun." you smiled. Seeing his brow lower you wrapped your arms around one of his. "Please?" you begged in the sweetest voice you could.

Casting a glance down at her he saw her smiling sweetly at him, batting her lashes as a bonus. Sighing he dropped his head back. "You are going to be the death of me."

"Second death, I wonder what world you will end up in this time?"

"The next time I die I better stay dead."

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red eggs and ham: chapter ten

x . cracks in the keratin

chapter 12/17

summary: Ranboo can't be responsible for yet another failure. He can't fail. He won't fail. He won't disappoint anyone else.

link in the notes :D

They left each other on the bridge between houses, squeezing each other’s hands before separating.

“Tommy said that he was snooping through Phil’s things and he actually found something that might be helpful in this whole, you know, Egg business,” Tubbo had told him early that morning as they managed to scrape together some kind of routine to get ready.

“I need to go talk to Technoblade,” Ranboo had admitted tightly as they had laced up their boots and made sure Michael’s coat fit snugly. “I’m not very good with… grief, I guess? But I doubt he’s going to talk to any of you guys, and I think we kind of need him in action.”

Tubbo had laughed as they walked across the field, hoods up to shield them from the still-falling snow. “Yep, that’s going to be on you, boss man.”

And now they stood on the snow covered bridge between their two houses and tasks. Ranboo pressed a kiss to Michael’s forehead as he dawdled, rocking back and forth on his heels until Tubbo shoved him with his free hand, laughing. “Get out of here, dude! We’ll be around if he, I don’t know, defenestrates you or something.”

“Well, at least the snow will be a decent landing,” Ranboo murmured, watching a few big snowflakes drift down to land on his stiff bandages.

His husband grinned. “There you go, that’s the spirit!”

“You’re still paying for my medical bills,” Ranboo said jokingly as he lingered with his hand on the doorknob.

“Nope!” Tubbo said. “I’m broke. I don’t even have a home, I think all my riches were probably swallowed by the Egg. Hey, do you think the Egg likes to eat valuables? Maybe we should get some of yours and-”

Ranboo turned the handle. “Wow, suddenly I feel so much more inclined to go in here, goodbye!” With a swift movement, Ranboo slid his body through the open door and shut it behind him, muffling Tubbo’s laughter until that too faded, leaving Ranboo in the silence of the cabin.

The fire hadn’t been stoked, leaving the cabin so cold that Ranboo didn’t even bother to take off his cloak as he walked through the dark rooms. All the mugs had been left exactly where they had been last night; two still-full mugs of cold tea still sat on the table to Ranboo’s right.

Upstairs, Ranboo could just hear the sounds of a piglin snuffling, the barest confirmation that Techno hadn’t fled in the night to do something rash. Still, the idea of going to face the piglin without any words prepared gave Ranboo great hesitation, so he stalled even longer by picking up the mugs around the house, dumping what was left of their contents in the basin to drain. Stains clung to the mug in rings, and though Ranboo couldn’t figure out how to scrub the stains out without burning his hands in the water, he eventually managed to pour warm water into the mugs themselves and leave them to soak as over his head, a floorboard creaked.

By the time Ranboo turned his back to the basin, Technoblade had descended the ladder, and the two of them stood across from each other, quiet breaths barely breaking the silence.

Techno was the first to move, crouching down in front of the fire to scrape the dying ashes from it before adding fresh logs and sparking the flame once more. “What’re you doing here, Ranboo?” It wasn’t angry as it had been last night upon finding all the others. It was a simple, tired question, weighed down by the emptiness that hung in the air between them.

It felt too horribly familiar. Phil’s absence was so easy to dismiss as just another one of his frequent trips of exploration or hours spent away in his basement underneath his cabin. But the knowledge of why Phil wasn’t the one who was helping clean Techno’s house, that it wouldn’t be Techno and Phil coming up with a plan to fix this whole mess, sat restless in Ranboo’s chest like an open wound, painful and festering.

“Um, a, well, a few reasons, really.” Ranboo cleared his throat, barely stopping himself from clasping his injured hands together. “But I mean, I think, the most important thing is-- are you okay?”

“Yep,” Techno said stoutly.

Ranboo took a deep breath. And pressed.

“Are you sure?” he said hesitatingly. “I- I can’t imagine it’s- that it’s easy, right now, not- not knowing where Phil is.”

Techno’s broad shoulders shrugged. “Oh, I mean, we know where he is. He’s with the Egg.”

Ranboo’s brows furrowed. “Doesn’t that… I mean, aren’t you worried for him?”

“Nope,” the piglin responded, far too quickly. “I’ll find him again. We always find each other, that’s kind of how me and Phil roll.”

“Right…” Ranboo trailed off, unsure how to press. Techno was still facing away from him, poking listlessly at an already roaring fire that was gradually warming up the room. Ranboo unclasped his cloak. “But what about, like, the Egg stuff. If he’s been- I mean, I don’t really know what they did to get those people to go all, um, eggy, but what about that? I- do you know how to, I guess, cure someone of that?”

“Phil was lookin’ at some stuff before we- before we left, the other night,” Techno finally turned, the light of the fire casting the front of his body in a backlit shadow. Ranboo’s body stilled at the barest note of trembling in Techno’s voice, though his firm stature and expressionless face nearly gave nothing away. “I’d have to look through it again, but it seems like it’ll have somethin’ to do with a totem of undying to separate them from the Egg’s influence. That is, unless the Egg is destroyed first. Maybe.”

“We’re operating on a lot of maybes here, aren’t we?” Ranboo responded dejectedly, casting his mind back to his basement vault as he tried to count the number of totems he had down there. “I mean, what if that- doesn’t work? What if once we destroy the Egg, we can’t bring them back to normal? We don’t even know how to destroy the Egg yet, I mean, yeah, we haven’t even gotten there yet, holy crap, we have so much to- to figure out, and, and-”

“Ranboo.” Techno’s voice was sharp and brittle, jerking Ranboo’s chin up from where he had begun to fold into a closed-off posture, mind swimming with nonsensical ramblings. “We can’t- you gotta stop thinkin’ like that, man, alright? We’re gonna be able to get Phil back.”

It was spoken with such conviction that Ranboo wanted to believe him. He suspected Techno wanted to believe himself, too.

“Okay.” He exhaled heavily, eyes darting around the cabin to avoid Techno’s gaze. “Right, so, there’s- we have to figure that stuff out, for sure, and then, I mean, we have to find Phil and- oh.” A realization struck him, and Ranboo’s eyes flew wide. “To use- to use a totem of undying on him, he’s- he’s gonna have to die.”

“Yep,” Techno bit out, hand flexing at his side.

“But he’s- I mean, Phil-” Ranboo’s mouth opened, and shut.

“Yep.”

“Oh boy,” Ranboo quipped with a trembling voice.

Techno’s expression was grim, jaw clenched and posture stiff. Despite knowing that it wasn’t out of any kind of fury toward him, Ranboo nearly took a step back as Techno crossed the room, the aura of intimidation rolling off of the warrior nearly too much to handle.

But as he got closer, Ranboo’s tightly drawn shoulders relaxed, ever so slightly. There was little anger in his sharp eyes. He just looked tired. And, for a brief moment, such a small flash that Ranboo barely caught it, the imposing piglin looked worried, more uncertain than Ranboo had seen him look ever before.

“You know…” Techno looked out the window, where snow was still piling up in drifts outside, slowly rising up the windowsill. “I kinda keep thinking that he’s just going to come back. I mean, it’s Phil, right? He’s-” Techno’s voice cut off, and he let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know, man. It just doesn’t feel right.”

“Well, yeah, I mean that- that makes sense,” Ranboo stammered. “I was thinking something similar, actually. And I mean,” he tripped over his words, in a rush to get them out before he could think better of it. “Who’s to say he won’t, you know? I mean, you’re right, it’s- it’s Phil. Maybe he already figured out how to get out and he’s on his way back now.”

Techno chuckled, something dry and sad and Ranboo knew neither of them were believing his words. “It’s alright, Ranboo,” he said at last, shifting from the window and turning back to Ranboo. “Phil and I, we’ve been on opposite sides before, but we always manage to make it back.”

“Really?” Ranboo tilted his head, vaguely remembering phrases tossed around between the two, vague mentions of empires and centuries long past.

“Yep. But that’s a story for another day. I guess, if we’re waitin’ to see if Phil somehow shows up before chargin’ after him ourselves, we’ve got work to do in the meantime.” Techno stretched as he spoke, large arms rising near the ceiling of the cabin.

Ranboo recognized the implications without the explicit statement, and frowned. “Alright, but I mean, it’s still snowing heavily out. You want to go out there?”

“What? Nah, Ranboo, come on.” For the first time in several long hours, something similar to a smile crossed Techno’s face. “Hasn’t Phil ever actually shown you his basement?”

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backtobackbakubabe · 5 years ago

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I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home (Part 3)

Bakugo x Reader

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One night, a year or so ago Bakugo had gotten a little tipsy and decided it would be a great idea to take all of the batteries out of the smoke alarms. That way he wouldn't have to deal with them every time he thew a fit and his hands sparked up. So he was really surprised when he woke up one morning to one of them blaring. Kirishima must have replaced them.... damnit shitty hair. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, “What the fuck is going on?”

He was absolutely exhausted. You had another nightmare last night and just like the last time you accidentally pulled him into it. He handn’t been able to sleep after that and he couldn't go to your room because then you would know he had seen it. He knew it wasn't his fault but it still felt like an invasion of your privacy.

He strolled out of his bedroom in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and made his was to the source of his growing headache. He walked into the kitchen and there you were. You looked extremely confused and alarmed as smoke billowed from the toaster. You pulled the plug from the wall and huffed at the ruined toast. “Shit...”

He couldn’t help it. He started laughing harder than he had in years.

You spun around, giving him a good look at the pancake mix in your hair, “OH! Bakugo I’m so sorry! I was trying to make you breakfast... but its definitely not as easy as you make it look...” You plopped down in one of the chairs and it wasnt until now that he realized you weren't wearing any pants. Just his oversized hoodie. He couldnt judge though he wasnt exactly wearing a shirt. A fact you were acutely aware of as you desperately tried to avoid staring at his perfect abs.

You huffed again, “I ruined everything....”

He smirked, “Nah, theres nothing here that cant be fixed... well maybe not the toast. Thats a lost cause.” He held his hand out to you, “Ready for your first cooking lesson?”

He proceeded to flit around the kitchen like a true professional but he never took over. Instead he would just tell you what you needed to do. He wanted to make sure you were actually learning. He knew he couldnt take care of you forever. There were things you missed out on growing up and he was going to make sure you became a functioning adult.

You guys sat at the table with the banquet of food around you. You beamed as you took your first bite, “This is actually good!”

He scoffed, “Excuse me? I helped you, of course it’s good...”

You giggled, “Thanks for that by the way. I know it must be frustrating to teach a grown ass woman how to do basic things...”

“Okay first of all dont ever think that. Its not your fault you didnt get to learn this stuff. And second.... that is the second time you’ve used a curse word today. What gives? Am I rubbing off on you? You’ve only been here a week.” He wagged his eyebrows.

You gave his shoulder a quick swat, “Maybe I swear like a sailor but I've been playing nice. You dont know me.”

He narrowed his eyes a bit, “You’re right. I dont. But I’d like to...” He bit into a piece of bacon and groaned, “I do know one thing though, you make some good ass bacon.”

He spent the rest of the day teaching you every day tasks from doing laundry to how to use the internet. You paid close attention and would periodically stop him to write something down so you wouldn’t forget. He was currently showing you how to log in to Netflix when an idea hit him, “Oi! Do you know how to ride a bike?”

You gave him a weird look, “I used to have one with training wheels when I was little but my mom never taught me how to ride one without them. I had wanted my dad to teach me but he died when I was little.”

He sucked in a breath. He still hadn't told you about your mom. Did you know what she did to you? Did you know your mom sold you to the highest bidder? And your dad? He had no idea he had died.... was there anything about your childhood that was happy? “I’m sorry to heat about your dad.”

You just shrugged, “I was really little. My mom always said I was his little mini me. Said I looked just like him and had the heart to match. He was a really nice guy....” You expression grew sad, “Sometimes when I was younger after I had been taken by the villains... if I was having a really bad day I would pretend he was still alive. Because he never would have let them take me.” A single tear slid down your cheek but you caught it, “Look at me getting all emotional. No need to cry over something I cant change right?”

He took your hand in his and gave it the softest squeeze, “I’d say you’re entitled to a few tears. Given what you’ve been through, I don't know how you get out of bed some mornings.” Especially after the nightmares he’d witnessed first hand.

You sniffed back your tears as you returned a quick squeeze to his hand, “Easy. I have you.”

He didnt know what to say. To the rest of the world he was Ground Zero, the temperamental, cocky hero. But you see so much more. You bring out the best in him and whether he likes it or not he's changing because of it. “Oi. Put some fucking pants on. You're going to learn how to ride a bike!”

“....Do you even have a bike?”

No, he didnt. But Kirishima did. “You just worry about yourself, and let me figure out the bike situation. Alright?”

You scurried off to your room to change and get ready for the day. You pulled on a pair of leggings and a clean shirt. It may have been Bakugos but at this point you didnt think he’d mind. You threw your hair up in a ponytail and gave yourself a quick look in the mirror. You really needed a haircut. Even in a ponytail it was well down your back. There was a pair of scissors in the kitchen, maybe you could just cut it yourself.

Thats how you ended up in the bathroom hair in one hand, scissors in the other. Right as you were about to make your first cut, someone cleared their throat behind you. “Oi! Crazy pants! Put the scissors down before you fuck your hair up. All I said was put on some pants not go full on Mulan...” He sighed, “There’s someone here I want you to meet. He can be pretty annoying but I promise he’s not that ba-”

“Hey who are you calling annoying you grump old man.” Kirishima looked at the scissors in you hand, “Oh cool. Giving yourself a haircut? I did that once when I was seven. Wasn't a good look. But I’m sure yours will look much better.”

Bakugo was rubbing his temples in frustration, “Y/n this this is shitty hair, shitty hair this is y/n.”

You gave him a soft giggle, “The fact that he calls you shitty hair makes me think I shouldn't listen to you.” You put the scissors down, “I do want to cut it though. It’s a pain in the ass.”

Bakugo scoffed, “You’re the pain in the ass, dont try and blame it on your hair. Although you do shed worse than any dog I’ve ever known. Your hair is all over the apartment.... Come here.” He turned you towards the mirror, “Alright look straight ahead and dont fucking move... how short do you want it?”

You motioned to the tops of your shoulders, “Like around here maybe. I dont know what do you think shitty hair?”

Kirishima chuckled, “You can call me Kirishima.” He shrugged, “I dont know anything about hair.”

Bakugo huffed, “Yeah clearly, hence the name shitty hair.” He looked at you through the mirror, “I would go just a little longer.... like maybe here.” He motioned to a bit below you shoulder. His hand was rather close to your breasts and it made both of you blush. “I’ll see if I can get you an appointment somewhere soon. Until then what if I just braid it to get it out of the way?”

Your blush deepened, “Yeah that would be nice.”

His fingers felt so good carding though your hair. You closed your eyes and had to fight back the urge to hum. You needed to pull it together. Bakugo was nice enough to let you into his life and has gone above and beyond to make sure you’re well taken care of and comfortable. You didn't need to fuck that up by having feelings for him.

Your eyes jolted open when he cleared his throat behind you, “Uh...I’m done now.” Your eyed met his through the mirror and noticed his cheeks were almost as red as yours, “Ready to learn how to ride a bike?”

Kirishima caught Bakugo as you guys were leaving the apartment letting you go on ahead, “Dude? When the fuck did you learn how to braid hair? Who are you and what have you done with Bakugo?”

Bakugo pulled his arm away from him, “Shut the fuck up and I swear if you tell anyone about it I’ll end you!” Bakugo hadn't been completely honest with his best friend about who you were or why you were living with him. He knew you were the girl from his dreams but he didnt know you had been a prisoner or that there was a small possibility you were being hunted.

Kirishima raised his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying man you seem awfully invested in this girl. I mean she’s wearing your shirt! She’s obviously pretty and from what I can tell she seems nice and all but come on man you haven't been to work in over a week... The director says you either come in tomorrow or you’re fired....”

Bakugo growled, “As if he would actually have the balls to fire Ground Zero.” He took a few steps before stopping and running a hand through his hair, “Tell him I’ll be there tomorrow... I just need to tell y/n.”

Kirishima put his hand on his shoulder, “She’s a big girl Bakugo. I’m sure she’ll be fine without you for a few hours. Whats the worst that could happen?”

Bakugo groaned, “I really wish you hand asked that. It’s like you’re trying to jinx us.”

When they got outside you were already sitting on the bike, rolling it back and forth looking like an excited child, “What took you guys so long?! Come on!”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “So Y/n... how in the world did you make it this far in life without knowing how to ride a bike?”

Before Bakugo could intercept the question you were shrugging it off, “Guess you could say I grew up sheltered. Now are we doing this or not?”

A few minutes later Bakugo was behind you holding your waist and walking slowly as you got used to peddling the bike.

He leaned in and whispered in your ear, “Let me know when you're ready for me to let go.” The combination of his strong hands on your waist and his warm breath on your neck... it was giving you goosebumps.

You felt a chill run down your spine, “Bakugo dont you dare fucking let go. I thought this was going to be a lot easier!”

He chuckled, “Don’t be stupid you’re doing fine! I won't let go until you’re ready.”

You took a deep breath, “Okay I can do this.... It’s not a big deal. Children do this.... Bakugo I think I’m ready...”

“Well good because I already let go.”

Your head swiveled back and forth incredulous that you had not noticed that he had let go. It was a terrible idea because as soon as you weren't one hundred percent focused on peddling you started to tilt.

“Shit! Y/n!” Bakugo threw himself between you and the pavement just in time to catch you. “Watch it will yeah?” You landed on top of him your nose dangerously close to his.You could hear your heart pounding. You were close enough to smell his signature caramel sent and it made your mouth water. He brushed a hair out of your face. “Are you okay? You’re looking at me funny....”

You blinked rapidly trying to wake yourself up from whatever daydream you were starting to have. “Yeah I’m fine... thanks.”

He shrugged, “It was my fault for letting go. I won't do that again.”

Your heart picked up the pace at his words. He obviously meant he wouldn't let go while you were riding the bike, but you desperately wished he meant something else. But he was Ground Zero. He was an attractive, successful Pro hero. You were probably nothing more than a wounded animal to him. He deserved someone with less baggage.

You pushed yourself off of him, no longer in the mood to ride a bike. “I know this is silly... but I kind of want to go get coffee.” His caramel sent was still invading your senses and it made you crave your favorite beverage. You had tried different drinks through trail and error before you found what you liked and you named it the cinnamon roll latte. It was a vanilla latte with two pumps of caramel and cinnamon instead of sugar. It smelled just like someone you knew and it was absolutely delicious.

Kirishima walked over and helped you two get up and picked up the bike, “Coffee sounds good. I have an overnight shift coming up tonight and I’m already dreading it.”

Bakugo dusted off his pants and nodded, “Yeah coffee sounds nice. Same place as usual?”

You smiled, “Of course!”

You guys had been back to the same coffee house over and over again and the bitchy barista always had something to say but you kept insisting to Bakugo it wasnt worth getting her in trouble.

You practically skipped through the door into the coffee house and right up to the empty counter. The barista gave you a bored look, “Let me guess, the usual?”

You nodded, “Yup! Him as well. He wants to try it!” You pointed at Bakugo behind you who was already taking out his wallet to pay. You needed to try and find a job soon. You couldn't mooch off of him forever. You saw a sign next to the register that said they were hiring. You knew if you brought it up Bakugo would insist it wasn't necessary, so you would just come back tomorrow when he went to work. You refused to be a burden on anyone.

The barista who's name you had found out was Tasha rolled her eyes, “I see you finally found some clothes of your own.

Bakugo put his arm around your shoulders, “Actually the shirts mine but it looks way better on her doesn't it?” He winked at you before retiring his attention to Tasha who’s mouth was hanging open. Bakugo narrowed his eyes at her, “I said doesn't it?”

She handed back his credit card with a quick nod, “Yes. I’m sorry it looks great on you.”

When you had found a booth to sit at you turned to him and slapped his shoulder, “Bakugo you have got to stop bullying the barista!”

His eyes about popped out of their sockets, “Are you kidding me?! She's the one who always has to say some shit about you every other time we come here!”

You sighed, “So? Let her be the source of her own misery. You dont need to stoop to her level. You’re better than that.”

He huffed and fiddled with the napkin dispenser on the table, “Yeah whatever you say....”

Kirishima looked back and forth between the two of you, “What..... the actual fuck? She just scolded you and you’re.... you’re okay with it?”

Bakugo shrugged, “She’s right... there’s no point in bickering with people who aren't worth it.”

You smiled as you leaned up and kissed his cheek. It was a bold move, but it was something you had wanted to do for a while now.

He gave you an incredulous look and narrowed his eyes, “What the fuck was that for.”

Tasha cleared her throat behind him, “Here’s the coffees you guys ordered. Have a great day.”

Bakugo waited for her to be out of earshot before he belted out a laugh, “Oi! Here you are acting all high and mighty talking about being the bigger person and then you go and try to make the barista jealous? You're sneaky.”

He took a sip of his coffee while you just giggled. He didnt need to know that you had no idea Tasha had been standing there. He didnt need to know that you had kissed his cheek because you wanted to. You looked up and mer Kirishima’s eyes. He smirked at you, “Well aren't you two just adorable?”

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nickelkeep · 5 years ago

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1 fake relationship with 42 getting back together. Destiel please, ily, thank you

Oh hey, I’m sorry this took so long my love...To Confess

Sam entered into the War Room, finding Cas and Dean squabbling like the old married couple he had always pictured them to be. Dean was clearly losing whatever argument they were having this time around, his arms crossed across his chest, and his eyes stuck in a perpetual eye roll.

"Dean, it doesn't make sense."

"Cas, it's science fiction. Fiction doesn't have to make sense." Dean looked to Sam for support. "Please explain to Cas why Han Solo using Parsecs as a measurement of time actually makes sense."

Sam opened his mouth and shook his head. "I'm not touching that with a ten-foot pole." He turned his tablet around and laid it on the table in front of Dean and Cas. "So get this... We've got couples missing at a couples retreat a couple states over."

"Which lovely lady you going with?" Dean uncrossed his arms and smacked Cas' hand away from the tablet so he could scroll through the article.

"Can't find one. Charlie's still not back. Jody's taking Donna on a hunt."

Cas looked up. "Well, there was a lesbian couple that went missing. You can choose a male partner."

"I was hoping you'd say that, Cas." Sam shot a look at Dean before smiling at Cas. "Will you do me the honor of being my fake husband for a case?"

"Excuse me?" Dean shot a look at Sam.

"Well, I'm not asking you, Dean." Sam shook his head. "That's... Yeah, no."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest again. "Why are you and Cas going? Cas is my best friend. He and I can pull it off better than you two can."

"You realize that you're going to have to act like you love Cas, right? You might have to kiss him. Act like he doesn't have cooties."

"Sam, Dean. I'm standing right here." Cas looked back and forth between the two brothers. He picked up the tablet from the table. "Actually, it might work better if it is Dean and I." Cas turned the tablet around. "The retreat is aimed at couples who are having issues within their relationship. Dean and I can easily act that out."

"Done." Dean smiled smugly at Sam.

Sam held his hands up in defense. "Sorry, Dean didn't realize you wanted an excuse to play house with your best friend."

Dean blushed and rushed towards his room, muttering something under his breath about needing to pack. Cas cocked his head in confusion, watching Dean leave. He turned back and looked at Sam. "What was that about?"

"I have no idea, Cas." Sam smiled smugly. "None, whatsoever." He held his hand out for the tablet. "Let's get you and Dean set up for a vacation, shall we?"

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The drive was relatively smooth. Dean and Cas pulled into the campground, finding the main office to check-in without too much difficulty. Before they entered the building, Cas stopped Dean. "Should we hold hands or something?"

Dean ran his hand down his face, nodding before taking Cas' hand into his. "Sorry if it's sweaty. Been driving this whole time."

"It's okay, Dean." Cas lightly squeezed Dean's hand, sending a strange sensation through to Dean's heart and causing it to speed up.

"Let's do this." Dean pulled open the door and let Cas walk in first, their hands still together. They walked up to a counter where a bored-looking teenager was busy texting on their phone. The teenager shot them a look and held up a finger, spending a few additional moments focusing on their phone before setting it down.

"Welcome to Camp Geode River. Can I get the name your reservation is under?" The teenager's monotone made Dean scoff.

"The Pages? Dean and Castiel?" Cas offered.

The teen clicked away at the keyboard before nodding. "Yup. Sec." They turned around and grabbed a folder, a pair of keys, and a bag. "There's a map in the folder, but you're in cabin ten. Pretty easy to find, just straight down the road, all the way at the end, no turns. There's a personal itinerary for you two in there, plus a group one if you want to socialize." The teen rolled their eyes. "The bag is a welcome gift from management." The teen forced a smile. "Have a great time at Camp Geode River."

"Thanks." Dean rolled his eyes and grabbed the bag while Cas took the folder. The pair headed back out to the Impala and took the brief drive back down to their assigned cabin. Dean parked the car and looked at the log cabin and nodded in appreciation. "Doesn't look too shabby."

"I believe if it were shabby, it would be uninhabitable, Dean."

Dean opened his mouth to respond but decided against it. Instead, he chose to get out of the car and grab his duffel bag out of the trunk. Cas took his key and headed up to the door, opening it and heading inside. Dean followed close behind and found himself pleasantly surprised by the interior.

"Well, then. This may not be so bad, after all." Dean's eyes fell on the bed. "Except for that. Is that the only one?"

"It is a couple's retreat, Dean. They expect couples to share the same bed."

"Uh." Dean rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well, you can have the bed. I've slept on plenty of couches."

Cas' eyebrow went up. "Dean, you know I don't require sleep. You can take the bed."

"Yeah, I know you don't need it, but it looked like something you were starting to enjoy. Don't think I haven't seen you catnapping around the bunker." Dean crossed over to the bed and dropped the duffel on it.

"I can go without sleep for this hunt, although I appreciate the offer, Dean." Cas opened the folder and started looking at its contents.

"So what's on the docket for tonight?" Dean moved next to the bag and fell back on the bed. "Oh dude, you're going to regret giving up the option to sleep on the bed. This memory foam is almost as good as mine."

"I'm fairly certain I'll be okay." Cas looked up for a moment and smiled at Dean. "Thank you, though."

Dean blushed, and let his head fall back on the pillow. "So, what's the fancy stuff in the fancy folder say?"

"Well, there's a meet and greet tonight for the people who came in today. So perhaps we should go to that."

"Are members of the staff going to be there?" Dean questioned.

"Looks like it."

"Cool. When is it?" Dean pushed himself up on his elbows as he felt Cas sit on the edge of the bed.

Cas pulled out his phone. "Starts in about an hour. Need to grab a shower?"

"Hell yeah."Dean sat up and crossed to the shower. "I hope the dress code is casual. I only brought the FBI badge. I didn't even bring a monkey suit."

"I'm fairly certain your lumberjack attire will fit in here perfectly." Cas quipped, earning a genuine laugh from Dean.

"And yet you make fun of it all the time. Want to borrow one?"

Cas started to take off his trench coat and suit jacket. "I might as well." He began untying his tie, causing Dean to swallow hard.

"Well, you know the saying, 'When in Rome...'" Dean tried to look anywhere else, but his eyes found themselves drawn to Cas' hands.

"Did you know that saying is actually about ways to worship at Church?" Cas finished removing his tie and draped it with his jackets.

Dean's eyes snapped back up to Cas'. "I had no clue, but I'm sure you could tell me all about it."

"I doubt you're actually interested in that history," Cas smirked and unbuttoned his shirt. "Do you have a spare tee shirt as well?"

"Yep." Dean turned away from his best friend and focused on the word friend. He opened the duffel and pulled out a light grey tee and a flannel that was in shades of blue. He turned back around to a shirtless Cas, hoping that the angel didn't notice Dean's eyes tracing down his chest and abs before resting on his tattoo. "Huh. Forgot about that." Dean said aloud.

Cas looked up at Dean and tilted his head before looking down at his own torso. "Oh."

"Sorry, didn't mean to..." Dean stumbled over his words before shoving the shirts at Cas. "Throw those on, and we can explore the campground before the Meet and Greet thing. I'll wait for you outside." Dean rushed out of the cabin, his mind going in a hundred different directions.

Cas followed out of the cabin a few minutes later. Dean fought to keep himself from staring at his best friend and focused on a spot on the ground.

"Dean? Are you ok?"

Dean looked up to find Cas standing in front of him. "Yeah, just tired from all the driving. I'll be ok after some sleep tonight."

"Okay." Cas didn't bother hiding the fact he didn't believe Dean. He offered his hand. "For appearances?"

"Right, for appearances." Dean took Cas' hand and allowed himself to be pulled back up the road. "Where to, Casanova?"

Cas looked over his shoulder and shot his own version of a bitchface at Dean. "We'll start heading towards the Mess Hall, as that's where the Meet and Greet is."

"Think they'll have pie?" Dean asked, trying to distract himself as he caught up and walked side by side with Cas.

"Is pie camping food?"

"Pie is an everywhere food, Cas." Dean winked before feeling a flush to his cheeks. "So, what's our story?"

"We've been together for 7 years. We're having issues."

Dean nodded in agreement. "Keeping it simple. Makes sense. Are we having issues, though?"

"Us, as in for the case? or Us, as in back at the bunker?" Cas stopped and looked at Dean. "You tell me."

"Nope." Dean shook his head. "My head hasn't been clearer."

Cas simply nodded and continued walking. They made their way to the mess hall, both of them having left the map back in their cabin, and found that the Meet and Greet was already underway. Several couples had come in that day and were already making the rounds. They were introducing themselves to the staff and each other.

Dean and Cas looked at each other before shrugging and moving in to follow suit.

After spending time talking to staff, Dean and Cas found a bench away from the rest of the group to sit down on. "Explain to me how we do this all the time?" Dean looked at Cas and huffed.

"Isn't it usually Sam who does the so-called nerd work?" Cas inquired. "You make Sam do the interviews, you make him research. You prefer doing the grunt work." Cas wrapped his arm around Dean's shoulder.

Dean's eyes went wide. "Uh, Cas?"

"We have to be a couple, Dean." Cas leaned in closer and reminded. "If we're not playing the part, it can look suspicious."

"Right. Play the part." Dean nodded in confirmation.

"Are you sure you're ok?" Cas pulled his arm back and tilted his head.

Dean opened his mouth to speak when a voice called out from the primary grouping of people.

"Alright, ladies and gents!" A staff member had stood up on a bench to get everyone's attention. "Time to head over to pit! We've had a pig going all day, and for those who are kosher or vegan, we have some other options available for you!"

"You heard the lady, Cas. There might even be pie." Dean wiggled his shoulders and stood up, offering his hand down to the angel.

Cas muttered something under his breath, causing Dean to lean down and ask him to repeat himself. "Nothing, Dean. Let's go see if they have your pie." Cas took Dean's hand and stood up, walking side-by-side with the hunter as they headed a few hundred yards over to a particular cooking area.

The pair grabbed food and sat down at a table that was mostly staff, trying to catch all the gossip they could about the missing couples, which came with false reassurances that they were safe. As they enjoyed their dinner, Dean had Cas keep an eye on the other pairs. When the first couple decided to call it quits, Dean also declared it bedtime for him and Cas, earning himself a grumpy eye roll.

Once back in their cabin, Dean pulled out his laptop and handed Cas a tablet. "Alright, so what have we learned?"

"It's four couples that have gone missing, and it was after their therapy sessions." Cas sat on the sofa and slouched down. "You know we're not going to be able to get anything out of the therapists. They're bound by patient-doctor confidentiality."

"Think they keep notes?" Dean pulled out his phone and called Sam, putting on him on speakerphone.

"You guys kill each other yet?" Sam asked as soon as he answered the phone.

"Seriously, Sam?"

"Hello, Sam." Cas sat up and leaned towards the phone. "We are both still alive."

"Oh good, I was betting that you would have smote him by now." Sam laughed, and the guys could hear some paper being rustled on the other end of the line. "So, what's up?"

Dean ran his fingers through his hair. "Hoping for another set of eyes on this. And you're the best nerd we know."

"There have been four couples reported missing, Sam." Cas continued. "All four were last seen at a therapy session."

Sam laughed out loud. "No wonder you need my help. You're not getting Dean within 100 feet of that building."

"Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?"

Sam continued laughing as Cas tried to diffuse the situation. "I believe what Sam is getting at is that you don't like talking about your problems and issues. You would be averse to going near the building.”

"Seriously, Sam?" Dean rolled his eyes and let disdain creep into his voice. "Or do you forget the times we checked into mental hospitals, and I was forced to talk about my feelings?"

"I know, I'm sorry." Sam let out a breath. "Sorry. Okay, seriously, how can I help?"

Cas took over the conversation with Sam while Dean walked off to the bathroom. This case was turning into a disaster. Dean started to believe that it would have been better if he just kept his mouth shut and let Sam come with Cas.

Cas wouldn't be annoyed with Sam right now. If anything, Cas and Sam would be acting like a perfect couple. Dean paused. Did Sam even like guys? Not that it would bother Dean, but he can't ever remember Sam looking at another guy like that. Did Sam look at Cas like that?

Did Sam want Cas the way that Dean wanted Cas?

Dean turned the water on in the bathroom and splashed it on his face. He did not want Cas like that, he couldn't want Cas like that. Dean pressed the heels of his palms against his temples and leaned his elbows against the sink. He was completely hopeless.

Dean took a deep breath and looked in the mirror again. He let the breath out slowly and headed back out to the main room. Cas and Sam were still talking, and Cas had a smile on his face. Dean's heart sunk.

"That makes sense, Sam." Cas looked up at Dean and nodded. "Dean's back in the room."

"Ok, so based on what Cas has told me, I think you two need to look into Fairy Lore."

"More Fairies?" Dean groaned. "No Oberon jokes, Sammy."

"Well," Sam laughed. "Funny you should mention that. 'Cause you can see them."

Dean muttered some choice curse words under his breath and collapsed on the foot of the bed.

"Why don't you get some rest, Sam. I'm going to shoo Dean off to bed here in a moment as well. I'll keep researching." Cas looked at Dean with a small smile on his face.

"I have a few more things to do yet, but I will head to bed soon, I promise." There was a brief moment of silence. "Have a good night, you two."

"Night, Sammy." Dean replied as Cas responded with: "Goodnight, Sam."

The call disconnected, and Dean frowned at Cas. "You really going to send me to bed?"

"You told me you were tired earlier, Dean." Cas stood up and crossed over to the bed, grabbing the duffel bag and putting it on the floor. "You should get some sleep."

"You're not going to sleep?" Dean frowned. "What about you getting rest?"

"I don't need to. We already had this conversation."

Dean looked back at the bed then looked at Cas. "You know, it is a king-size. So if you get tired?"

"I hear you, Dean." Cas stepped in between Dean's legs and ran his fingers through Dean's hair before gently cupping his cheek. "Go lay down. Please?"

Dean nodded and crawled up to the top of the bed before sliding under the blankets. He watched Cas turn off the lights, except for a lamp next to the sofa he'd been sitting on. Dean's heart was beating a mile a minute, and nothing he could do could make it stop. "Goodnight, Cas."

"Goodnight, Dean."

xxx

The next morning, Dean woke up to the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but a cold bedside. His heart sank upon realizing that Cas never joined him. Dean sat up and looked over at the kitchen area and saw Cas drinking what was most likely a cup of tea.

"Good morning, Dean." Cas looked up from the paper in front of him. "The coffee should be done by now if you want a cup."

Dean got out of the bed and walked towards Cas and the kitchenette. "You get any rest?"

"I didn't need it, Dean." Cas offered a small smile. "I appreciate your concern, though."

"Just watching out for my best friend. You know." Dean mentally kicked himself and headed to the coffee pot. He grabbed himself a mug and filled it with fresh coffee.

"I know."

Dean leaned back against the counter and took a sip. "So, figure anything out last night?"

"Yes, actually. And already texted Sam too." Cas reached across the table, grabbing the tablet he worked on, before turning around to look at Dean. "Pixies."

"Shit. It really is fairies?" Dean rubbed his hand over his mouth and jaw in frustration. "No offense, but I was hoping that was a dead end."

"I'm sure. I remember that your last run-in with fairies was not particularly something you want to remember." Cas smirked.

"I microwaved one to death. That's not an image you get out of your head." Dean shuddered. "So, what do we need to do?"

"It's a fairy, Dean. How do you deal with fairies?"

Dean thought for a moment. "They love cream. They have to count spilled sugar or salt." Dean snapped his fingers. "They hate iron."

"Looks like we know what we need to do then." Cas took a sip of his tea. "You care for some breakfast?"

As Cas and Dean walked to the Mess Hall for breakfast, Dean made it his personal mission to keep some distance between himself and Cas. He was confusing himself. Dean knew he shouldn't be having these feelings for Cas, but he also finding fewer and fewer reasons why he shouldn't have them.

"Good morning!" A way-too-happy voice called. "Heading to breakfast?"

Dean looked at Cas, who pointed. Another couple were coming to intercept them. "I believe their names are Marge and Ed." He whispered.

"And I don't really care," Dean responded back to Cas before turning to the couple. "Yep. A quiet, private breakfast."

"Good luck with that!" The guy scoffed. "There's no privacy in there."

"Ed, be nice." The woman smiled at Dean and Cas. "Just figured we could all walk over together. We're all in the same boat for the next couple of days."

Ed grumbled something under his breath before looking at the guys. "Run away, or Marge is going to try and Dr. Phil you two."

"Ed!" Marge playfully clutched at non-existent pearls. "I do love my daytime shows, but I wouldn't pretend to act like an expert on anyone's marriage."

"You're not even an expert on our own," Ed responded.

"I would be if you talked to me!"

Dean and Cas looked at each other exasperatedly.

"So, boys." Marge turned away from her husband. "How long have you been together?"

Cas cleared his throat. "Seven years."

"Awww, I thought seven was supposed to be lucky! Why are you two here?" Marge pouted at them.

Dean and Cas looked at each other, surprised that the stranger was so blunt in her questioning.

"Christ, Marge. It's not enough that your marriage sucks, you need peep in on others?"

"I'm just worried about them. These two are such a good looking couple, but they're not even acting like a couple!"

Dean winced. He knew he should have taken Cas' hand or anything. He could be screwing up the entire case.

"Maybe they're not gay!" Ed joked. "Maybe they only got married for the tax breaks."

"Seriously, Dude?" Dean stopped. "I don't know who you two think you are–"

"Dean–" Cas tried to interrupt Dean, but instead found himself pulled into Dean's arms and their lips pressed together in a searing kiss. Dean melted into Cas, his arms wrapped around the angel's neck, and Cas' hands resting on his hips.

Dean remembered the feeling of the sparks flying when he met Cas for the first time all those years ago. This was that feeling multiplied by a number too high for him to comprehend. He was gone, his heart having beat its way out of his chest.

A cough pulled them out of their reverie, Ed bright red while Marge stared at them and fanned herself.

"You know Eddie, if you still kissed me like that, we wouldn't be here."

Dean blushed his own bright shade of pink. He grabbed Cas by the hand and dragged him into the Mess Hall, leaving the other couple in the dust.

Once they settled down at a table, Dean flushed again. "Cas, I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do, and I–"

"Dean." Cas rested his hand on top of Dean's. "It's okay. I understand. They could have blown our cover. It was an effective way to make them quiet."

Dean slouched in his seat. "Right. To keep our cover." He picked up a piece of bacon and bit it. "So, what's the plan for today?"

"We have a therapy session in about 30 minutes." Cas sipped at the coffee he had grabbed while putting some additional bacon on Dean's tray. "Perhaps if we're lucky, we'll be abducted."

"Cas, we don't know why the others were abducted, only that it was after their therapy session." Dean swallowed the bacon and took a drink of his own coffee.

"Well, we still need to have a therapy session in order to try and be abducted."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Great. Feelings."

"Make them up for all I care, Dean." Cas snapped. "We need to stop this, and you're literally one of the only hunters who can see fairies."

"You think Sam knew?" Dean tilted his head. "There's no way he knew."

"Doubtful. When we were talking, Sam was fighting against that idea." Cas ate a piece of bacon he had kept on his tray, causing Dean to raise an eyebrow. "What? I need to appear human."

After breakfast, Cas and Dean walked over to the building where the therapists had set up their offices. They were meeting with Dr. Quinn, who was another too-perky-for-mornings person that irritated Dean.

They settled down on her sofa, Cas on one side and Dean on the other.

"You two are making this extremely stereotypical. You don't have to sit a million miles apart. I heard about your little makeout session this morning." Dr. Quinn winked at them.

"We're not normally like that," Cas replied. "Dean doesn't like– What's the phrase? –DPA, so we don't engage."

"PDA, Cas. It's PDA. Public Displays of Affection." Dean frowned. If only Cas knew how much he actually loved them.

"Why don't you like them, Dean?"

"How about you tell me what you asked the last four couples who went missing, so I know not to answer those questions?" Dean countered.

"Dean!" Cas turned to face him and winked the eye that the doctor couldn't see. "That's not something you should be asking!"

"He's right, you know. And I don't know what that has to do with why we're here now." Dr. Quinn added.

Dean crossed his arms and slouched back about the couch. "We've heard the rumors, and we only got here last night. Four couples went missing, and they were all last seen here. How convenient."

"While that is unfortunate, and yes, they did see me, I had nothing to do with their disappearances." Dr. Quinn tapped her finger against her lips. "Perhaps you can tell me why you're using the disappearances to avoid talking about your feelings?"

"He will use any excuse to not talk about his feelings." Cas looked at Dean, an emotion in his eyes that Dean couldn't quite place. "If you want to know how he's feeling, you're better off going to a psychic."

"Dude, Cas."

"So, there's a lot of emotional avoidance as well, Cas?" Dr. Quinn turned and focused on Cas, acting as though Dean weren't in the room.

"Definitely. Dean can't explain how he feels, or he won't. Not once in seven years have I heard..." Cas stopped himself. "Sorry. I can't go there."

"Go where?" Dr. Quinn looked back and forth between Dean and Cas, Dean shrugging at her.

"Dean still doesn't fully accept himself." Cas looked at Dean.

Dr. Quinn nodded as though it all made sense. "Dean, where are your parents?"

"Excuse me?" It was Dean's turn to look back and forth.

"It's a simple question. Are you in contact with your parents?"

"No. They're both dead." Dean glared at her. "I don't understand what this has to do with anything."

"Who died first?" Dr. Quinn pushed forward.

Dean looked at Cas, confusion, and betrayal on his face. "My mom died when I was four. Dad died nine years ago."

"So, Dad raised you?"

"Stop right there." Dean pointed at her. "You going to tell me I have Daddy issues? Everyone who knows me knows that I have Daddy issues." He turned to face Cas. "You especially."

"I think you're afraid of being honest about your love for Cas because your father would disapprove." Dr. Quinn's voice drew Dean's attention back to her. "I think you're ashamed to admit you're bisexual, even though you're literally married to a man."

Cas cringed as Dean exploded on the poor doctor. "Excuse me? My father has never had any control over who I do or don't love." He stood up from his seat. "My father was never around. My father would abandon me and my brother for weeks at a time in shitty motel rooms and not enough cash for us to survive.

"So you know what I did? I did what no teenager should ever have to do to make sure there's food on the table for their kid brother. I've known for a long time that I'm bisexual. And I don't care. Did I flaunt in front of my father? No, cause I'm not stupid. But ashamed of that fact? Fuck no.

"What I'm ashamed of is that I love Cas, and I don't know how he can love me back. Because I'm not worthy. He knows the shit I've done. He knows the Hell I've been to, the Hell I've been through. I love him, and there's no way he can love me too."

Dean stormed out of the office, slamming the door shut behind him. He stumbled outside, finding the first bench he could and sitting down on it, his face falling to his hands. The words had spilled out of him in a rage, and he couldn't put them back.

"Room for one more?" A soft, sweet voice called from above Dean. He looked up and came face to face with a cute, petite blonde.

"There's a bench over there." Dean pointed in a random direction.

"Yeah, but this one has a heartbroken guy who looks like he needs a hug on it."

Dean shrugged. "Sit or don't sit. I don't care."

"It's normally polite to ask if someone wants company." She tucked her short hair behind her ear. "So, may I?"

"Yeah." Dean sniffed and rubbed at a tear that had fallen.

"Quinn or Martin?" The blonde asked.

"Quinn."

The blonde nodded. "Yeah, the doc can be pushy." She extended her hand. "I'm Rúnda."

"Nice to meet you." He shook her hand.

"Would you like that hug?" Rúnda asked, a hopeful smile on her face.

"Nah, I'm good." Dean wiped at his face again. "You staff here?"

Rúnda nodded from side to side. "You can say that. I help out when I can. I try to be helpful where I can. Relationship issues, huh?"

"Kinda." Dean shrugged again and hung his head. "If I didn't have them before, I'll definitely have them now."

"What makes you so sure about that, Dean?" Rúnda asked.

Dean lifted his head slowly and looked at the blonde. He focused on her carefully, and slowly reached for the iron blade in his boot. "I don't recall telling you my name."

"Dammit." Rúnda cursed. "I always forget that." She smiled brightly and let the rest of her façade slip. "Let me guess, hunter?"

Dean forwent the blade in his boot and instead grabbed a sugar packet out of his pocket and ripped it open, spilling it in front of the pixie. "Where are they?"

"Dammit. A good hunter." Rúnda sat down and started counting the sugar crystals. "They're all safe. They're fine. They're in Avalon."

"Humans don't belong in Avalon. You know that." Dean sighed and pulled the iron blade out of his boot. "Bring them back."

"Busy!" Rúnda hummed playfully. "You know I can't stop."

Dean kept the blade pointed at her as she kept counting. "Why'd you take them?"

"They were hurting each other. With secrets. I can smell secrets a mile away. Yours is a big one. You're hurting yourself and your Cas with yours."

"So you took them to what? Make them share their secrets?" Dean knelt down.

"Yep! Once they share and there's no more pain, they can go home!" Rúnda looked up at Dean. "You know, you can tell me how many sugar crystals you spilled."

Dean ran his fingers through his hair and watched for a moment as the pixie kept counting the sugar crystals. "You. You can't do that. Secrets are healthy."

"Some secrets, yes. Presents. If that dress makes them look fat." The pixie frowned, an expression that looked entirely out of place on her delicate face. "But the kind of secrets, like yours? They hurt."

Dean ignored her and rolled his eyes. "What do I need to do to have you release the other couples?"

"Ooh, I can make deals. Rumpelstiltskin is a cousin. Taught me everything I know." Rúnda thought for a second. "First. Promise you nor Cas will kill me, and let me go back to Avalon in peace. Then, you tell me how many sugar crystals you dropped. Finally, you tell Cas the secret. We'll consider it proxy for all the other couple's secrets."

"First one is easy. I promise Cas nor I will kill you." Dean extended his hand again and let Rúnda shake it. "Second part, though. That one might be impossible. I ripped open a random packet. I have no idea how many are in there."

"Ah, that's the best part. You make up a number, it becomes fact."

"How do I know you won't run?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest again.

Rúnda scratched the back of her head. "Well, besides the fact that we're in the middle of negotiation? If you want to switch two and three, there's Cas now." She pointed at the door, where a relieved Cas had spotted Dean.

"Fine, we switch two and three. I tell Cas what I think is my biggest secret and then I tell you the number of crystals. But then you let them go."

"I'm ok with that!" Rúnda smiled up at Dean as he stood up.

"Thank God," Cas smiled at Dean. "I was hoping you hadn't gone far." He looked down at Rúnda. "Who's this?"

"He can see you?" Dean asked.

"Yep! I'm letting him."

Dean ran his hand down his face. "This is our pixie, Rúnda. Rúnda, let me formally introduce you to Cas."

"Pleasure!" She continued counting the sugar crystals. "You can tell him at any time."

"First." Dean turned to Cas and held up his finger. "Under no circumstance can you kill her. That's part of the negotiation to get the couples back."

"Okay." Cas nodded.

"Second." Dean looked at Cas. He took a deep breath, looking at the pixie for a split second before looking at the angel in front of him. The angel that could never be his. "I know what I said in there, Cas. But I need to be honest. I can't love you."

Cas took a moment to process what Dean had said. The look on Cas' face reminded Dean of when he told him that he wasn't allowed to stay in the bunker after Cas had fallen. "I see." Cas looked down at the pixie, before walking away.

Dean watched as Cas' posture slumped, the strength and grace he walked with draining away.

"You're an idiot." Rúnda shook her head. "Like, you believe that and that's a damn shame, and it's a secret you've been keeping you tricky son of a bitch–"

"Hey!"

"–like, why do you think you can't love him?" Rúnda pulled at her hair. "He's obviously in love with you, and you're clearly in love with him." The pixie made a frustrated sound. "That was dirty."

"You agreed to the terms." Dean pointed out.

"Because I thought you were going to tell him that when you said you loved him, that you meant it!"

"Four hundred and one," Dean responded.

Rúnda looked at Dean, confusion written on her face.

"Sugar crystals. Four hundred and one." Dean sat back down on the bench. "I don't need you to tell me how much I suck. I already know."

"How often are you told you need therapy?" Rúnda glared at Dean.

"Apparently not enough."

"Take it from a creature of mischief. You need it." She snapped her fingers. "They're all back home with their families. You can have your hunter friends confirm."

Dean nodded. "Thank you, Rúnda."

"Don't thank me, dumbass. Go fix your problem. Cause it just got worse." She snapped her fingers again, disappearing from sight.

Dean didn't stick around. He ran back to the cabin and found it empty, only his duffel bag sitting on the bed where he had left it that morning. Cas was gone. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and started to dial Cas when he realized that Cas probably wouldn't answer. Dean finished packing his things back into the duffel and loaded it into the Impala. He pulled his phone back out and called the next best option. Sam.

After two rings, the line picked up. "What the hell did you do?"

"Hello to you too, Sam."

"No, I'm not playing games, Dean. I thought something happened to you. But no. That's not it at all, is it?" Dean didn't even have to close his eyes to imagine the bitchface his brother had going on. "What did you do?"

"Is Cas there?"

"Do you even have the right to ask that right now, Dean?" Sam spat, a venom Dean hadn't heard in years.

"I want to make sure he's safe. He's my priority before the couples."

A pregnant pause made Dean pull the phone back to make sure they hadn't been disconnected. "–e's here. Incredibly heartbroken, but he's here. Your ass better get back here as fast as humanly possible."

Dean heard the click of the phone and pulled it away from his ear. He hopped back into the passenger seat and started the drive back to Lebanon.

Several hours and two stops for gas later, Dean pulled into the Bunker's garage. Before he could even get his duffel out of the trunk, Sam was meeting him at the door. "What the hell happened, Dean? I mean, there are not enough words to explain what's going through my mind right now."

"It was a pixie. I made a deal." Dean slung his bag over his shoulder and started heading back to his room.

"Bullshit," Sam yelled at him. "I got Cas to talk, and I know what you said."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, that I can't love him." He stood in front of his door and looked over his shoulder at Sam. "That's the truth." Dean opened the door and walked in. He tried to close his door, but Sam shoved his foot in, keeping it from closing.

"Before that. When you two were in the actual therapy session." Sam used his size and weight to shove the door open. "You said that you love him. You admitted what I've known for years. You said what anyone with eyes has seen." Sam watched as Dean crossed to his bed and dropped his bag on it in resignation. "Why did you tell him you can't love him?"

"The pixie said I had to tell my biggest secret, Sam." Dean sat on the edge of the bed.

"So, what, you don't love Cas?" Sam ran his hand through his hair. "I think I just pointed out that's not the case."

"Sam, it's no secret that I love Cas. That's why I couldn't use it as my secret. I've never hidden my feelings for him. I just may not have been completely open about them." Dean looked at Sam. "I had literally just yelled out that I didn't care who knew that I love him. It's not a secret at that point."

Sam's jaw dropped. "But you said..."

"I said I can't love him." Dean ran his hand down his face. "My secret is that I fight to not love him."

"Why!?" Sam's face twisted in confusion. "You can have the one thing that we both crave. And don't tell me you don't want it."

"The list is endless, Sam." Dean starts ticking on his fingers. "He's an Angel of the Lord, I'm not supposed to fall in love with my best friend, He doesn't love me back, my love for him can be used against me."

Sam shook his head. "Nope." He grabbed Dean under the arm. "I'm not putting up with this."

"What the hell, Sam?" Dean found himself being pulled to his feet and dragged out of his room. "Stop!"

"No!" Sam dragged Dean down to Cas' room, where he kicked on the door. "Cas, open up!"

"The fuck, Sam?" Dean tried to get out of Sam's grasp before Cas could open the door. "Let me go!"

Cas' door opened slowly. "What, Sam?"

Sam shoved open the door with his shoulder and flung Dean into the room, throwing both angel and hunter for a loop. He scrambled to beat them to the door and slammed it shut behind him. Once closed, Sam drew a pattern on the door, causing it to glow gold briefly. "Oh, thank God."

The door shook violently, but neither Dean nor Cas could open it. "What the hell did you do, Sam?" Dean shouted, banging on the door.

"I did some reading about the bunker while you two were on your trip. It's a little trick that'll come in handy." Sam playfully slapped the door. "I'll come back and check on you two later. Like, much later."

In the room, Cas crossed over to his bed and sat down. He picked up the crossword puzzle that he had been working on, choosing to ignore Dean.

Dean, left with nothing to do, sat in a chair in the corner of the room. He kicked his feet up on the other one and leaned back, trying to get comfortable. Dean pushed and pulled the chair with his feet, trying to find the best place for it to rest.

"Would you stop?" Cas spoke, causing Dean to look up. He picked up a book and threw it at Dean. "It's one of yours anyway."

Dean flipped it over, despite not needing to, knowing it was On the Road. "Did you finish it?"

"Several times." Cas turned back to his crossword. "There's a lot of time when one chooses not to sleep."

"Did you li–"

"That was not an invitation for conversation, Dean." Cas wrote down an answer and scratched out the question.

Dean hung his head. "I'm sorry."

"Okay." Cas wrote in another answer, crossing out the clue.

"No, Cas." Dean stood up and crossed over to the bed, setting the book on the nightstand. "I'm sorry. For what I said."

Tears welled up in Cas' eyes. "Don't be sorry for how you feel, Dean."

"I'll never be sorry for loving you, Cas." Dean sat on the bed at Cas' feet.

Cas dropped the paper, shaking his head. "You told the pixie–"

Dean held up his finger. "First, what did I say in front of the doctor? Then what did I say in front of the pixie?"

"You said that you love me in front of the doctor and that you were ashamed of the fact that I love you."

"More like, ashamed of who I am, not that you love me." Dean paused. "You do, right? Love me?" A tinge of hope colored Dean's tone.

Cas nodded. "But then you told the pixie you don't love me."

"I didn't tell the pixie anything." Dean took a chance and rested his hand on Cas' leg. "I told you that my biggest secret is that I can't love you. Because I feel like I'm not allowed to."

"Who said you can't?" Cas tilted his head in confusion.

"No one actually said I can't. I've always felt like it's wrong. You're a freaking Angel. I'm a high school dropout who's caused the apocalypse, hunts monsters, took on the Mark of Cain, became a demon, and unleashed some crazy bitch who's the literal darkness."

"I've done my share of wrongs, Dean." Cas sat up and crossed his legs to be closer to Dean. "But not once have I ever thought that I didn't deserve you." Cas started to reach to touch Dean's cheek but pulled back. "You have always been my beacon. My Righteous Man."

A sob escaped Dean's lips. "You've always been my Angel. There is no one but you, Cas." Dean hung his head. "I mean it when I say I don't feel worthy."

"Dean." Cas cupped Dean's cheek and wiped away a stray tear with his thumb. "You don't decide if you are worthy of someone's love." Cas leaned forward and captured Dean's mouth with his own. The kiss was brief and sweet, but still enough to take their breaths away. "My love is yours, and yours alone, Dean."

Dean crashed his lips into Cas' again, claiming the angel as he had at the campground. He climbed into Cas' lap, the need for closeness rushing through his veins.

Cas ran his hands up the front of Dean's chest and under Dean's flannel, pushing it off of his shoulders and tossing it to the floor. He pulled up on the hem of Dean's tee shirt, and with Dean's help, he pulled it up and over his hunter's head. Cas traced his fingers over Dean's skin, taking the moments to relearn the freckles and the scars that marked the beautiful body in his lap. "What do you want, Dean?"

Dean leaned forward and kissed Cas briefly before kissing along his jaw. He moved down Cas' neck, nibbling on it before he came to the tee shirt Cas was wearing. "Is this the one I leant you?"

Cas nodded. "I didn't dream of this happening. So I thought I would..." Cas closed his eyes and trailed off as Dean started to suck a spot onto his neck.

"Keep it. Knowing you're in my clothes?" Dean whispered against Cas' skin. "It means you're mine."

"Mhmm." Cas' hands found their way to Dean's back and started kneading into the skin and muscles, causing Dean to melt against Cas.

"Fuck, Cas." Dean pulled back and started pulling Cas' shirt off.

A warm chuckle left Cas' throat. "I believe if we keep this up, that's where we're heading." He lifted his arms up, letting Dean finish taking his shirt off before his hands found Dean's hips. Cas squeezed them and pulled Dean down on to him. "Is that what you want, Dean?"

"Yes." Dean's eyes were half-lidded as he found Cas' mouth again, his tongue pleading with Cas' lips for entrance. Cas' lips parted, and Dean slid in, and a dance for dominance between their tongues commenced, eliciting whimpers and soft moans from both men.

Cas reluctantly pulled back and let go of Dean's hips, tracing his fingers along the top of Dean's jeans. He stopped, looking at Dean for final confirmation before moving to undo his pants.

Dean carded his fingers through Cas' hair, resting them at the back of his angel's neck. He nodded before resting his forehead against Cas'. "Please."

"Of course, Dean." Cas softly kissed Dean while undoing the button and zipper of his jeans, slowly, so painfully slow for Dean.

"Cas, play fair."

"I don't know what fair is for you, yet." Cas dragged his tongue along Dean's jaw before starting his own mark on Dean's neck.

Dean mewled, pushing himself up on Cas shoulders, so Cas could pull down Dean's jeans and underwear over his hips. Cas was able to get them to below Dean's knees, and Dean finished kicking them off the rest of the way. "Now you're overdressed, Angel," Dean complained cheekily.

Cas raised his eyebrow, and in one swift movement rolled over the pair over so Dean was pinned under him. "It's a little difficult to get undressed when you have a gorgeous man sitting in your lap."

Dean turned bright red, the blush extending down his body.

Cas pushed himself up to his knees and undid his belt and pants, smoothly sliding them off in one fluid movement. "What do you want, Dean?" Cas leaned back down and languidly started kissing his way up along Dean's chest.

"You is too general an answer, I assume?"

Cas playfully bit Dean in response.

"Come here, Cas.”

Cas tilted his head in confusion.

"Do you have lube in here?" Dean asked point-blank.

"Ah." Cas leaned down and whispered into Dean's ear. "Tell me what you want, and I'll show you the perks of having an angel for a boyfriend."

Dean groaned as the rest of the blood in his body shot to his cock. "Cas, not to kill this, but last I checked, you don't–"

"Dean. Shush." Cas wrapped his hand around Dean's cock and started stroking. "What do you want?"

Dean's fingers dug into the blanket under him. "Fuck. You. Inside me. Please." Dean's head fell back on the pillow. He felt Cas climb between his legs and slide a finger inside of him effortlessly. A moan escaped Dean's lips as Cas slipped another finger inside of him, a familiar warm spreading through him as Cas took care of him.

"Still concerned?"

Dean lifted his head and shook it, his eyes meeting Cas'. "No, Angel. I'm yours."

"Good." Cas lined himself up with Dean and slowly pushed in, watching as Dean writhed under him. Dean's fingers found Cas' arms and grabbed them, clinging to Cas as he slid in completely, two puzzle pieces coming together.

"Cas. Cas. Cas." Dean cried beneath him, a prayer of pleasure as Dean tried to make Cas move. "Please, Cas. Have you, need you." Dean pleaded, a sweet, broken litany.

Cas started moving, his hips gyrating and thrusting as he wrapped his hand back around Dean's cock. Each movement of his wrist synchronized with each movement of his hips. The swings and sways built up in tempo, matching the crescendo of the pleas and cries escaping from the lovers' lips.

Dean found his climax first, Cas' ministrations pushing him to edge quickly and thoroughly. Thick white ropes spilled over Cas' hand and painted their stomachs and chests. Several movements more, and Cas found his own, his head rolling back as his tongue slipped into his native language.

Cas fell forward, catching himself over Dean, and smiling down at him. "Ol hoath."

Dean pulled Cas down the rest of the way and kissed him softly. "I'm a little rusty on my Enochian, there Cas, but I think you just called me your beloved."

"Yes." Cas cocked his eyebrow. "I assume you'll explain to me how you know that another time."

"No major story," Dean smirked and closed his eyes, waiting as Cas rolled next to him on the bed. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you that I love you. I'm pretty sure that's when Sam figured it out, cause I don't study willingly." He turned to look at Cas. "It's not something I'm going to say a lot, though I'll try for you." Dean brushed Cas' cheek. "I love you, Castiel."

Cas ran his hand down Dean's side then down his own, cleaning up their mess. "I love you, Dean." He leaned in and stole a quick kiss before pulling the blanket out from under them and covering them up. "Rest."

"You won't leave?" Dean questioned, concern in his voice.

"Nothing can pull me away from you. Not now that I am yours." Cas held Dean closely.

xxx

A few hours later, Sam came back and undid the warding on the door. He listened for a moment, making sure there were no uncouth sounds, as no one wants to hear their best friend and brother having sex.

Once he was sure there was quiet, he knocked quietly. There was no response, odd, as Cas should at least say something.

He knocked a little louder.

Neither Dean nor Cas responded.

Against his better judgment, Sam tested the doorknob and found it unlocked. He turned it slowly and pushed the door open as softly as possible.

In the dim light, he could make out the forms of Dean and Cas, curled up together asleep.

Sam smiled in surprise and pulled the door shut.

"About damn time."

#spn #spn fic #destiel #nickel's story time #nickel writes #from prompts #ask box is open #send me asks

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whatevshollandarchive · 5 years ago

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Home for the Holidays (T.H. x Reader)

summary: Tom’s flight home for the holidays gets canceled and you stay back so he’s not alone on Christmas.

pairing: Roommate!Tom Holland x Reader

words: 2.9k

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff

a/n: Hey, I know it’s a little early for holiday things but I couldn’t help myself haha ;) This wasn’t exactly how I originally wanted but I still like it! Please give feedback!

links: masterlist;

Large snowflakes fell outside the window as Christmas lights dimly lit the living room. The TV displayed a yule log video, as it normally would when there wasn’t a movie or video game going on. The apartment was quiet, aside from the crackling of the virtual fire. Down the hallway, Tom was laying on his bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling. It happened again.

He let out a sigh, sitting up and running his hand down his face. His phone screen lit up as a text appeared in his notifications. His brown eyes stared down at it, ignoring the text and focusing on his lock screen. It was a picture of you and him, his arm around you while he grinned down at you while you laughed over something he’d said. It was his favorite picture of the two of you, as well as yours. He smiled to himself as the screen turned off, but then he remembered. You were out on a date.

His phone lit up again, and the text, now two minutes old, still sat there. Tom finally focused on it, and it was from you.

Y/N :)

we’re going to head up to hang out. be there in 5.

“Shit.” He muttered, unlocking his phone to reply with a thumbs-up emoji, pressing send disregarding how incredibly dorky it must make him look. Tossing his phone aside, he got out of his bed. He ran a hand through his messy brown curls and found himself wandering out to the living room, despite knowing it would only hurt him when you walked in.

Tom tended to do that to himself, though. He’d go out of his way to break his heart in these types of situations all the time, with the thought in mind that it’d make him confess to you what’s been on his chest, but he never would. He spent the last year and a half of his life telling himself the next night would be the one. Then, he’d see you so happy with all these guys and knew he’d feel horrible if he got in the way of that. And when you finally ended something, he’d let you be sad and lay in his arms without another word and the cycle would just repeat.

Tom looked out the window from his spot on the couch as the snow slowly fell to the ground. He groaned. He wished there was a way he could tell you without the possibility of ruining your friendship. But there wasn’t, and that’s what scared him.

He heard your laugh from the hallway and then the front door opened and you walked in, with your new boyfriend following behind you. Tom smiled at you as you took off your coat.

“Pete, this is Tom, my roommate,” You said, leading your boyfriend - Pete - into the living room after he took off his own winter coat. “Tom, this is Pete.”

Pete stuck out his hand, offering a friendly smile. The guy was a few inches taller than Tom and checked off all the boxes he knew you were looking for; brunette, tall, great smile, a young business-man like style, charming personality, he even had the dimples you had some certain attraction to. Tom shook Pete’s hand. He was perfect for you. Who could deny it?

“Nice to meet you,” Tom said politely.

“Likewise,” Pete replied, putting his arm around you. “Y/N’s said a lot about you. It’s nice to know she’s in good hands while I’m not here to save the day.”

Tom watched with a fake smile plastered on as Pete winked at you. You laughed, face turning red, as you lightly shoved him away.

“So, what’ve you been up to all evening?” You asked Tom, looking around at the quiet apartment. He ran a hand through his curls and bit his lip.

“Just packing,” He told you, shrugging. “Nothing too interesting.”

You nodded, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a few wine glasses.

“What are you packing for?” Pete asked as he plopped down onto the couch. Tom looked over at him for a moment before clearing his throat and responding.

“I’m heading home to London for Christmas. My flight’s tomorrow evening.”

“It’s so nice there, Pete,” You added. “Um, Tom, do you want a glass?”

You held up a bottle of red wine, eyebrows raised. But Tom could tell what you were implying. His meet and greet with Pete was over. You wanted alone time with him as if you hadn’t just been out with him for three hours. Tom obliged your silent request, anyway. He cared about you too much to cause a scene in front of your boyfriend.

“No, I’m going to turn in for the night, I think,” He said, standing up. He walked up to you as you poured the wine into the glasses. “Night, Y/N.”

You kissed each other on the cheek - something you’d done for years at this point - and you mouthed a quick “Thank you” before he turned to walk down the hall. Pete raised his hand in a wave and Tom returned it and disappeared into his dark bedroom where he’d been only eight minutes prior.

He collapsed onto his bed, sighing deeply. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, but the weight on his shoulders was unbearable. He wanted to tell you so bad, but you were in a happy relationship.

About an hour later, soft knocks came from the opposite side of his door.

“Come in.” He called out and you opened the door, peeking inside. You’d changed out of your dress and into one of Tom’s hoodies and some leggings. Tom practically melted at the sight.

“Hey,” You said, giving him a small smile as he sat up in his bed. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

Tom shook his head, his messy curls flopping back and forth.

“I was still awake. Just...thinking.”

“About what?” He stared at you for a few moments before nodding to the empty spot beside him on his bed. You sat down and looked at him expectantly.

“Nothing, just family and friends and stuff,” He muttered and you took that as a cue that he didn’t want to talk about it, so you just nodded. “I’m assuming Pete went home?”

“Yeah,” You pursed your lips before sighing. You watched as Tom looked over to you, eyebrows raised. “What do you think of him?”

He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if he should take that as his chance to tell you how he felt, or if he should just shove his feelings aside for this random guy. He wanted you to be happy, and it seemed like you were, but he wanted to get things off his chest. So, he tried to remain neutral.

Tom shrugged and you furrowed your eyebrows, looking for a deeper response.

“He’s like any other guy you’ve brought back here, really.”

You frowned, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Please elaborate.” Tom threw you an exasperated look, huffing.

“Same type, same ‘sparking’ personality, just the same,” He replied, shrugging again. “And you know what? I think it’ll end the same way the other ones have.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. Now, you were irritated.

“Right. ‘Cause every other relationship of mine defines this one?” Tom rolled his eyes, not even bothering to respond. “What’s so bad about him, Tom? You barely even got to know him!”

“Well, that’s because you did that thing that you do!”

“What thing?” You asked, with a slight edge in your voice.

“You shoved me away! You gave me that look when you want me to give you and your boyfriend alone time as if you didn’t just spend all fucking night with him!”

“So? It’s my boyfriend! I should be able to spend time with him! Besides, you didn’t even answer my question.”

“I just don’t like him! He’s just like every other guy you’ve been with and it’s always ended up like the last, Y/N,” Tom said, his volume lowering. “You’re always hurt by these guys who are just replicas of one another. And I hate seeing you like that.”

You nodded, looking down as you fiddled with your hoodie strings. Neither of you said anything else and after nearly ten minutes of silence, you got up and walked out of his room. He watched as you paused in the doorway, your hand on the door handle. You turned to look back at him.

“Night, Tom.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

The next morning, Tom rolled out of bed. Rubbing his eyes as he lumbered out of his room, he didn’t bother to put on a shirt. You had your fair share of nights where you rested your head on his bare chest (for various reasons). Besides, you didn’t mind, the guy was fit. Could you really blame yourself for enjoying the view?

He found you sitting in the living room, coffee mug in hand as you sat on the couch with your legs tucked up beneath yourself. Your eyes were trained out the window and that’s when he noticed it was still snowing. He groaned and you looked over at him.

“Good morning to you, too.” You joked. Your voice was soft and Tom couldn’t help but smile.

“I hate the snow,” He told you, but you already knew that. “Do you know if it’s supposed to stop anytime soon?”

You shook your head as he shuffled into the kitchen. A sigh left his chapped lips. You watched carefully as he made himself some toast, occasionally meeting your eye.

“I can’t believe that tomorrow’s Christmas already.” You spoke up, taking a sip of your coffee. Tom nodded, spreading jam across the toasted bread in front of him.

“Me too,” His gaze shifted over to you. “Soon, it’ll be New Year’s.” Your eyes widened in realization.

“This year has gone by too fast.”

Yeah, Tom thought, as he took a bite of his food. Another year over and I still haven’t told you how I feel.

Throughout the day, the snow began to fall in heavier quantities, and Tom grew more and more worried about his flight. You’d turned on the news after finishing your coffee, and the weatherman advised everyone to stay off the roads if possible. And by the looks of it, it was not going to stop snowing any time soon.

As time ticked by and it was getting closer to his departure time, you found it hard to believe his flight wouldn’t be canceled. He sat on his bed with his suitcase laying open on the floor. You stood in his doorway as he double-checked his suitcase. You scratched your forehead, leaning against the doorframe.

“Shouldn’t you at least check the airline’s website? I really think you’ll just have to turn around and come back home once we get you to the airport.” You told him, and he looked up at you, shrugging.

Tom opened up his laptop, pulling up the airline’s site. He checked the flight details as you watched from over his shoulder. Beside his flight’s name, it read in bold letters, “CANCELED.” You rested a hand on his back as he shut his laptop, defeated.

“What am I gonna do, Y/N?” He asked. “I don’t want to be alone on Christmas.”

“I’ll stay here with you.”

“No, you can’t-”

“Yes, I can. And I will,” He looked up at you; those sweet brown eyes softly gazing at you. The sight enough made you even more sure that you wanted to stay back with him. Your lips formed a small smile as you dropped your hand. “No one should be alone on Christmas. I’ll be right back.”

Tom watched as you walked out of his room before looking down at his suitcase on the floor that was filled with his clothes and necessities. He ran a hand through his curls, letting out a breath, before pushing it aside with his foot. He found his phone to inform his parents and brothers that he wasn’t going to be able to make it while in the other room, you did the same with your family.

Although your family was disappointed that you wouldn’t be able to make the drive down to see them, they understood the situation. They all loved Tom, too, and even extended an invite to him. But, you did not want to get on those roads especially not after what the weatherman concluded.

So, as it got darker out, you moved around the apartment turning on the various Christmas decorations. Tom watched as you softly played Christmas music while you danced around, wearing cute pajama pants and a black tank top. In front of you was a large box that you dragged out of the closet. Inside of it was the fake tree you and Tom neglected to put up.

It was simply because neither of you would be home for Christmas, anyway, so you exchanged your presents in advance. You’d both kept presents for various friends and family members in your rooms, so there was no need for any presents under the tree, realistically. But now, plans were altered and you felt the need for more decorations.

Tom grinned as you peered into the box, knowing very well what you were thinking. Every year, you would say you’d do it yourself and every year, you’d somehow fail miserably at it. So, he moved to your side, beginning to put the pieces together himself before you could make a mess of it. You smiled as he did so.

After a while, Tom got the bottom and middle sections up, and as he made adjustments, you sat with lights in your lap all tangled up. His back was to you while he worked, unknowing of your stare.

There was a tension between the two of you, which no doubt came from the exchange you’d had before going to bed the previous night. You looked down at the lights in your lap, frowning, remembering what he’d said.

“What’s wrong?” Tom’s voice made you look up as he reached down into the box for the top section of the tree. You paused for a moment before shrugging it off, marking it up to be how tangled the lights where. He chuckled, turning back around. “I’ll help you with them after I get this done.”

You set the string of lights aside, pursing your lips. The thing is, you took what Tom said very close to heart. He was your best friend, and if he felt it wasn’t good, then he probably was right. And you had a secret within your thoughts that you couldn’t ignore any longer. So, after thinking things over, you stepped into the hallway outside the apartment and you called Pete.

“Here lemme see them, Y/N,” Tom said, holding his hand out. You passed over the lights and he plopped down next to you on the ground. You pulled your knees up against your chest and hugged them, watching his hands as he untangled the lights. “What’s Pete doing for Christmas?”

You visibly tensed up, but Tom didn’t notice as his eyes were trained on the task at hand.

“He’s going to his mother’s to spend time with her family.” You muttered, and he nodded. You figured that was the end of the conversation but Tom spoke up again, his tone beginning to become bitter in a sense.

“Did he get you anything?” Your eyes shifted from the lights to the side of his face.

“What are you doing?” You asked, studying his profile. He refrained from meeting your eye.

“I’m just curious. If he’s gonna be around, shouldn’t I at least know what’s going on with him?”

You looked at him in disbelief for a moment before shaking your head, looking down at the floor. He glanced over at you, eyebrows raised.

“Tom, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“Why not? Because you’re mad that I don’t like him? Come on, Y/N-”

“I broke up with him!” You yelled, dropping your knees. “There! Are you happy? I broke up with him last night!”

Tom’s features softened and he grew embarrassed.

“Wait, really? Why?” You rolled your eyes before facing him.

“Because you didn’t think he was right for me, Tom,” You told him, fiddling with the drawstring on your pants. “Why would I ignore that?”

The brunette in front of you pulled you in for a hug. You smiled as he wrapped his arms around your frame. When you pulled away, he rested his hands on your shoulders, staring into your eyes.

“Y/N, I-” He realized this was it. He was going to tell you right there, right then. “I think I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

You grinned, your heart doing about 80 flips a second.

“Thank God, because I think I’m in love with you, too.”

Tom’s eyebrows raised in surprise, causing you to giggle.

“Since when?”

“Since forever, Tommy.”

He let out a breath of relief and grinned like an idiot. This is amazing. He thought.

A few hours later, the lights and garland were carefully placed on the tree along with various different ornaments. Tom pulled the star tree topper from the box and reached up, setting it in its spot. You both stood back, admiring your work in each others’ arms.

“Y/N,” Tom said, quietly. You hummed in response and he chuckled before continuing. “This has been the best Christmas ever.”

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snarkandsarcasmftw · 5 years ago

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2020

Uh oh, it’s time for the cranky smol one to get sappy af. Prepare yourselves. Because yeah, I’m gonna get sappy.

This past year has been… To put it bluntly, it was one hell of a ride. I moved from state to state after spending the past two years taking care of my mother, I lost important people in my life (some through my own stupidity, others simply because they showed their true colors) and I lost a pet that for 13 years roughly, was a huge part of my life. I rescued a cat. I feel like this past year taught me a lot but the most important thing that it taught me was to be thankful for who/what I have in my life, because I might not always have these things/people.

Since there’s a loooot, holy shit so much.. I’ll put a read more.

REGRETS:

First of all, to the one person I’m no longer speaking to/following on here. I just know that you were a blessing in my life while you were around. I know we couldn’t ever really be close friends like we were before everything played out, but I truly hope the best things in life happen to you. You’re a good person, always know that. I hope you’re happier now and I hope that you eventually find and embrace your own inner truth without anxiety or fear.

Secondly, there were a few people who I misjudged/let go of this past year that maybe I wish I hadn’t. If any of you are reading this, I’m so so so so sorry. I don’t know what made me do it, but I know that I just… Felt like I wasn’t as good as any of you and like I never really fit in, so rather than make you all keep dealing with me, I did what I thought was best and cut the cord. I really wish I hadn’t and I know it’s probably way too late, but I really am sorry. You were great people and I really do miss our talks and stuff. I just felt like I was in the way, so I took myself out. Anxiety is a real bitch and while that’s not an excuse for me just going silent / blocking you guys, it’s the simplest truth. I was in a bad place for a while there and in my own head too much. I’m better now, but I’m fairly sure that it’s too little & too late. So, once again, I’m so so so sorry.

NEW FRIENDS:

Oh god, where to start? I made so many new friends this year on this blue hell-site. So many. And I’m thankful for every single one of you even if I somehow miss your name. On that note,I’m sorry in advance if I do and I mean nothing by it. Also, these are in absolutely no certain order. If I tried to go alphabetically, I’d probably wind up messing it up.

@xladyxfatex I am so, so, so, so glad you sent me that meme and we started to talk. It has been so much fun rp’ing again, and I’m really enjoying getting to know you better. I love our rp and you’re such a sweet person. I can’t wait to see where this year takes us.

@writtingrose you are an amazing writer and you’re a down to earth and sweet person. I was moved by your Beautiful To Me series (it’s plus size reader, you guys MUST go read it.) and I’m so glad I reached out. I can’t wait to start our rp, if you’re still down for it. I love reading your writing and I can’t wait to get to know you better.

@komaniac I absolutely love your love for Kevin. I really don’t get to talk to you often, but I’ll see your Kevin posts and I’m like sitting on my side of the computer screen silently nodding. Your Kevin content is always making me smile. I love you for that, never change.

@rampagewriting… I can’t remember which of us reached out first, but girl. I am so so glad we’re friends. You’re an amazing and strong person and I love all your fics. I love opening our DM and yelling about things with you, whether it’s Zak Bagans ( we deffo need to go ghost hunting one day, tbh) or any of our other favorites. I’m so glad we’re friends and I hope that we get to be even better friends during 2020.

@the-ville-idiot Wren, I love you. Seriously, I love you. You’re always so bubbly and happy and like… I legit enjoy our random conversations. We have a lot in common.

@doedreamss Ashley, I mean Doe. You’re such a sweetheart and I wish I had half the life experiences you have. I love you. I enjoy talking to you about certain cowboys and certain bad boys. I love your writing, I wish I wrote more like you did, tbh. I hope you never change and I hope we stay friends. If you ever need to talk or want to talk, you’re always welcome in my DM’s.

@robwiethoff I LOVE LOVE YOUR LOVE FOR HANGMAN. I aspire to love something/someone as much, tbh. I know I’m probably annoying af, but honestly, I enjoy talking to you. I hope to get to know you better, you’re a sweetheart. I love reading your writing / hearing your ideas and honestly, just.. I send you hugs.

@adamcolesteeth I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and I genuinely thank you for the random fake fic title prompts, because I’ve really had a blast doing them. I loved your Christmas Luchasaurus fic, it was so much fun to read.

@hardcorewwetrash we may not like the same football teams, ( roll damn tide, lol) but I honestly love to read your posts. You’re a real person and the world needs more of those. You speak your mind. I honestly wish I could just do that sometimes. It’s been so fun talking to you / seeing your posts on the dash.

@country-believethat-gallowaywwe AHHHH. I LOVE THE TALKS WE HAVE ABOUT DREW. Also, thanks for all the picture inspiration you send me that one time I really, really, really needed it. I think you’re a sweetheart and I hope to get to know you better / have more talks in the future.

@twdeadfanfic I love your fics, first of all. You’re an amazing writer and you blow me away with each new one you post. I know we don’t get to talk often, but I enjoy talking to you.

@heel-rollins you are a sweetheart. I love talking to you and I wish we got to talk more, tbh.

@hamstxr I love your posts, they always make me smile. I wish we get to talk more and you seem like a really sweet person.

@kittysilver86 Kitty, I love you. You’re a positive and sweet person and your writing is so good and so fluffy yet dirty, I love it. I love Ava as a character and I love these little universes you make up. Your posts always make me smile and honestly, I just wanna hug you. I really enjoy being friends with you even though we don’t get to talk often.

@schizoauthoress You’re a really kind person. I really enjoy your posts on my dash and I love the talks we’ve had there. If you ever wanna talk my DM’s are always open. You seem really down to earth and really open and I love that. I hope to get to know you better this year.

@vonschweetz Von, I am so proud of you. You’ve been through a lot and you went above and beyond to rise out of it all and you’re thriving now. You’re a huge inspiration and you’re so freaking sweet that like.. If anyone ever tried to hurt you, I’d probably give them these hands. I love talking to you, I love looking at your edits and I really, really, really love your fics. You always make me smile.

OLD FRIENDS:

@helluvawriter you’re a kind person and I love you so much. You’re a really amazing writer and you’re always so down to earth. You were the first friend I made in the wrestling fandom way back when and even though we don’t get to talk much anymore, I love you and I love our talks when we do. You’re an amazing mother. I hope if I ever get to be a mom, I’m like you. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@andie01 holy shit.. You’re so much fun to talk to. I love that you’re as blunt as me and that we can just DM back and forth about total randomness. I love Beasts, it’s one of my favorite fanfictions of all time. I love you so much. Like.. you’re an inspiration to me and i don’t think you realize that. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure First of all, you’re an amazing mother. And I am so happy for you and your little family! I love talking to you, even if we don’t get to talk that much anymore, I enjoy our talks when we do. You’re going to get me to write Alpha!Ethan Carter III yet, I promise. It’s coming. You inspire me and I love the random things you send me to look at. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@kayah16 I wish I was half as creative as you. I love reading your one shots and I love you. You’re a really amazing and kind person and honestly, the world could use more of that. There are so many times I’m having an absolute shit day and I log on and you’ve sent me a recipe or tagged me in something that makes me smile. I wish I could hug you. I hope I can help you as much as you’ve helped me. If you ever need me, I’m here. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@missjenniferb I love the random thirst tags and the dm’s at 1 am, they always make me smile. I love that you tag me in Bucky things now, because that’s kinda how I got so deep into him. I blame you for that. I really have so much fun talking to you because it’s like… the lengths of our dirty minds combined, and i live for that. You always make me smile, I just hope I make you smile too. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@heelsamizayn you’re also another person I started to talk to way back when and honestly, I really, really, really love you. You’re a sweet and blunt person who isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. I love talking to you, whether it be about any of our thirsts or whatever we’re writing or random stuff that irritates us both during the day. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@bo0kitten I really love our talks. We like a lot of the same bands, and you always have these well thought out opinions / facts on things. I love seeing you on my dash and I really wish we got to talk more often. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@chasingeverybreakingwave BB you really didn’t think I was going to forget you.. Noooo. Never. I love talking to you and I love your posts / live blogs. You dragged me kicking and screaming into Jimmy Havoc and I love you for it. You’ve also gotten me into music that I hadn’t ever heard before too. Never change, bb! I’m so glad we’re friends.

@calwitch MOM HI! I love you. And I will totally let you adopt me. You’re kinda stuck with me now. I love your posts and you never fail to encourage me when I need it most. You’re a sweet person and totally down to earth and open. Some of your comments on my fic posts have given me that little nudge when I needed it most and I can’t thank you enough for that. You’re an awesome and fun person and I love that you don’t hold back on anything. I’m so glad we’re friends.

@markostuntthesehoes I absolutely adore you and I love your writing. I love our talks, the things we’ve bounced back and forth over DM’s. You’ve gotten me to really appreciate people that I wasn’t sure about before talking to you. Your posts always make me smile and you’re an absolute gem. I’m so glad we’re friends.

#putting this on my writing blog bc some of you lovelies don't follow my personal and I wanna make sure everyone sees this #if I forgot you please don't think that means I don't like you bc I love all of you #I just have the memory of an actual goldfish #2020 thoughts #if you wanna get to know me better my dm's and my asks are open always #just not on anon bc nope fuck anon

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littlemeowmeowschimmy · 5 years ago

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Unexpected [Namjoon x Reader]

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Genre: Fluff // Angst

Summary: Hi can i get a request with any bts member. That you push their face maskdown and kiss them? ❤️ (request by @brightjimini)

WC: 2051

A/N: As previously mentioned I’m going to be working requests for the rest of the week to catch up to them. That doesn’t mean that my requests are closed, in fact I welcome more. It keeps me busy when I have writers block!

Side note: This was supposed to be out on Tuesday but I had such a rough week it’s not even funny. Plus I forgot to take my medication last night so my ADHD is seriously through the roof right out. I’ve been trying to write this since nine this morning... I really really hope y’all like this!

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It came unexpected. How you let yourself do this... why you kissed him was beyond you. It was more than just a kiss, it was passion, mystery and much more. What you didn’t expect was how soft their lips were, nor did you expect yourself to be kissing them. How it came about, well that was a whole different story within itself.....

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The sun was shining in above the city. Your hair blowing in the wind, sunglasses over, casual wear and some light makeup. You decided that today was going to be a great day, because it was a Monday. Normally, you hated Mondays, who wouldn’t? You collectively decided that you weren’t going to allow the start of the week to be so horrible for you. Instead, you wanted to have a change of pace.

Wearing a smile on your face, a hop in your step, you weren’t going to allow it to take control. You didn’t have a great week prior, so once again, that’s were your decision came in. Continuing forth, you walked to your favorite coffee shop. There, you picked out one of your favorite lattes, making sure it had extra caffeine. Trying your best to wear a smile on your face, and keep that hop.

To say you were tired was far beyond. You were exhausted because you couldn’t sleep the night before. Even after turning on some music, turning your fan low, and taking medication. Yes, there were bags under your eyes, but you wore makeup to blur them. Everything seemed to be going wrong and you didn’t know how to stop it.

Trying to stay optimistic was proving much harder, considering that pessimistic was easier. With that in mind, you took a sip of your latte, smiling at the sweet taste. Moving out, you continued forwards with your day. Making sure that you had everything checked off. It was also going to be the start of the new month at work, meaning that your load would be difficult. However, you weren’t going to allow yourself to get dragged up and thrown all over the place.

Instead, keeping a bright smile on your face, you strolled along. A few moments later, you ended up at your job. Talked with a few people, clocked in, and sat down. Logging into your computer, you set your now half drunk latte to the side. Your keys drummed across the keys, pulling up a few things, checking emails, all of that jazz. Getting spun into your work, you turned on some light music. Using it as white noise as you worked, because it usually helped you get through the day.

It wasn’t even lunch time when your boss came around. You spun in your chair, gazing at him. Kim Namjoon was one of the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. He had always kept his hair short, pushed back by some gel, his small dimples, and cute uneven cheeks. He never wore a suit and tie, but when he did it was absolutely stunning.

Today, he wore a white button up, with a white tank underneath. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscles. He wore fitting black pants, along with black oxfords. Today, he wore semi-oval glasses and his hair was gelled to the side. Namjoon stuffs his hands into his pockets, leaning against the right panel of the cubical.

“Good morning Y/n,” he spoke his lips turning up into a small grin. His dimples poking out. To say that you had a crush on him, would be a lie. You absolutely adored him, and you found him extremely attractive. Your crush had turned more into infatuation. You’d get shy around him, even try to turn away so you were making eye contact. Namjoon made your heart flutter, yet you knew that you couldn’t be with him.

He was your boss, and he was slightly older than you. Although age didn’t matter as much, he was still your boss. You wanted to keep things professional, however, your heart yearned for him more than you expected it to.

“Morning Mr.Kim,” you spoke turning back around to grab your latte. It was your attempt not to look at him. Because you knew the second that you would, it would be harder to breath.

“Please call me Namjoon,” he starts pushing himself off and walking closer. He leans down against the back of your chair, looking at your screen. “Mr.Kim sounds too much like my father.” he jokes scanning the contents in front of him. He was checking to see if you were ahead of the game or not. Since you came in a little earlier than normal, he knew that you were trying to get everything done.

Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands feeling clammy despite them wrapped around your latte. It wasn’t as hot as before, yet there was just a little warmth coming from the foam cup. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder, you could see his reflection in the screen. Whenever your boss was in focused mode, his chin came out just a little more.

His eyes narrowed, and his face showed little to no emotion. Instead, he was in his own little world, and you always stole a quick peak from him. Keeping his face in your mind for a later date..which sounded creepy but it helped. Namjoon moves himself back, his hands still in his pockets. He glances down at your small figure, grinning as he does so.

“What time are you planning on leaving?” he ponders shifting the weight on his right side.

“I’m not entirely sure yet. I might work some overtime considering the load that we have for the summer.” You mention setting the cup down then pressing your fingers into the keys. Namjoon nods his head, looks over his shoulders then sighs. He slowly moves himself out of the cubical, pausing then waving at you. He knew that you could see him, and you smiled giving him one last wave. You didn’t even look over your shoulder, you knew that you shouldn’t...

He always took your breath away, and you didn’t want it to happen once again..

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“You’ve got to make a move Y/n!” Jimin, your best friend whispered. You both were sitting in the cafeteria during lunch. Since both of you were work a holics, you didn’t eat until two or three in the afternoon. Namjoon didn’t mind because you two were his hardest workers. So he just let you take your lunch and breaks whenever. Fixing your blouse, then your pencil skirt.

Grabbing your fork, you stabbed your salad then moved the substance to your mouth. You didn’t answer Jimin, because you knew he was going to continue to say the same thing. How you two became friends was through an accident. You spilled coffee all over his beautiful shirt and wanted to repay him. Through that, you saw each other a lot and began to talk. Noting that you two had similar tastes in a lot, then from there you became much more than cowokers

He introduced you to his high school friend Taehyung, and you had a small little group at work. Taehyung worked in a different department so you didn’t see him as often at work. Outside, that was different considering most of your time was spent with Jimin. After swallowing, you shook your head and grabbed your napkin.

“I seriously can’t,” you mentioned reaching forwards to grab your glass of water. Taking a sip to wash the contents down and stab another part.

“No, you won’t.” Jimin corrects pointing his fork at you. Where you two sat was in the corner of the cafeteria, at a small little table right besides the window. If Taehyung came, there would be another chair pulled up and he would sit with it backwards. Taehyung usually ate at his desk, so he would often just come to dive into the conversation, or just listen. Sighing, you set your fork down then placed your back against your chair.

Jimin was right and you knew he was right. But it didn’t help the fact that you didn’t want to fully admit it to yourself. It was just complicated and you told yourself that over and over again. Noting that it would be extremely difficult to even consider making a move on your boss. You didn’t know how he felt about you, nor did you know if he would even allow it.

“Don’t tell me we’re talking about Y/n and Namjoon again,” you heard Taehyung’s smug remark as he moved forwards. You were surprised to see him, considering that it was the first of the month. He was usually loaded with work but it seemed like he needed to take a break. He pulled up a chair, pushed his work card over his shoulder and cracked open his Sprite.

Jimin shamelessly nods his head, crosses his legs and smooths his jeans. He fills in Taehyung on everything that occurred. Your friend cocks his eyebrow, turning his attention in your direction. He simply shakes his head and reaches out to touch your wrist. His hands were surprisingly smooth, considering that he worked with wood and other rough material.

“You need to make a move.”

“That’s what I keep telling her!” Jimin pokes poking his fork at you once again. You sigh heavily, shaking your head in their direction. Of course you knew that you needed to make a move, but then again as mentioned previously, it was complicated. This time around, you attempted to stir the conversation away from your Namjoon problems. In attempts to get your best friends talking about something other than yourself.

Lunch usually is an hour or so with your friends. Mostly due to how slow each of you eat because you are conversing, spilling tea, and having a great time. In doing so, you and Jimin usually bring your computers out and work on things in the meantime. Taehyung usually scolds both parties because he says you two do not know when to stop working. It’s evident when each are pulling in sixty hour work weeks.

You weren’t going to speak for Jimin, but you enjoyed your line of work. Designing, planning, building, it was all natural to you. Everything about your position came naturally and you never knew you would be working in this field. Then again, you did go to college for it so you weren’t completely shocked. With that being said, you continued you lunch break, well it wasn’t really a break. In between conversing and talking to them, you worked on a few things.

Then after your hour in the cafeteria, the three of you moved your sperate ways. Taehyung going back to working with wood, Jimin back to behind his cubical and you sticking your head into your computer. The time passed by just as quickly as the morning and you were left sitting in your office chair. Jimin left a few hours earlier, you trying to add the finishing touches to everything. When you glanced outside, the street lights were on and cars were passing by.

Stretching, you let out a soft groan. Your music was the only sound that could be heard in your department. Everyone had gone home, or that’s what you assumed. Little did you know that Namjoon had stayed late nights as well. He had the months ends to finish up, the start of the month, and other fun activities. When he heard your music, his eyebrows perked. He pushed himself out of his chair, then moved out of his office. Heading towards your soft music, then smiling as he saw you.

You didn’t even glance in his direction because you could see him in your screen. Heart pounding in your chest, you spun around to great him. This time, the first few buttons were undone and you were left looking at his collar bones. It didn’t come much to a surprise that he was in shape, and yet you were flushing at his sight. Standing up, you flattened down your pencil skirt. Attempting to give Namjoon your full attention now.

“You should really go home Y/n,” he spoke concern filled in his voice. You nod, knowing that you should but then again, you felt like you needed to get ahead.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you bowed your head. Turning your attention away from him, just so that you could stop locking eye contact. Jimin’s words filled the back of your head. You should make a move, yet you didn’t know what move you should make. Maybe asking him out on a date would be fine right? Your hands were getting clammy once again, stomach twisting in knots. You weren’t that type of person to step out of your comfort zone, let alone ask someone out.

“Is everything alright?” he ponders moving himself closer. When he did, you smelt his cologne once again. Your heart pounding against your rib cage, your cheeks burning with heat. Glancing upwards you locked eye contact. One thing you dreaded yet loved about Namjoon was how easily you could get lost in his eyes.

They were absolutely stunning. Milk chocolate, filled with a hint of honey. Whenever he was happy or excited they brightened, and when he was concentrated they darkened. His eyes said a lot about what he was thinking, yet right now you couldn’t figure it out. Your mind was too clouded that you didn’t realize that you had brought a hand up to his cheek.

Namjoon caught your wrist, taking you out of whatever trance you where in. Quickly apologizing and moving your hand back down. Yet, Namjoon reached back to take your hand in his. Moving it back up to press your skin against his cheek. You were surprised he was welcoming such “work appropriate” conduct. You twisted your wrist in his grasp, pressing your palm against him.

Then proceeding to move your hand back and lean up on your toes. You were going in for a kiss, one in which Namjoon wasn’t stopping you. His lips were surprisingly soft, just as you had imagined it. His hands moved to snake themselves around your waist, pulling you against his chest. Your hand pressed into his neck, fingers tangling in what little hair he had at the top of his neck.

What started off as a peck soon turned into you deepening the kiss. Slightly nibbling on his lip, Namjoon grunting, and now tightening his hold on you. Your mind was going fuzzy, your heart was racing at a million seconds. It seemed like life was slowing down right in front of you. Everything was a blur, even after he pulled back.

When snapping back to reality you shook your head. “I...I shouldn’t have pulled you in for a kiss I’m so sorry.” you instantly turning around.

What had you done....

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wedgestratos · 5 years ago

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Sailfish OS: One Day

Today’s gonna be a weird and long post, so let’s start slow and give you the choice.

We’ve had, for years, seen the constant back and forth between Google and Apple on their respective phone operating systems. Android, which has dominated the market on basically any device you can pick up here in the states, and iOS, which exclusively powers iPhones, iPods and iPads. Despite the two duking it out, Android does hold the highest market share. As of Q2 2018, Statista claims a whopping 82% market share for Android, and no other competitors really exist.

But, for years, I’ve been enamored by an OS that has been seemingly out of my reach, and has had a lot of drawbacks that prevented me from ever considering using it for more than an hour. An OS that’s been going strong for over 5 years, and might soon see a new breath of fresh air due to recent allegations to Huawei. So, after the break, let me tell you my tale of Sailfish OS.

Now one thing I want to briefly mention is the history of this, but don’t take it as gospel. I’m not an expert on this stuff, but what I’ve gathered is Sailfish OS is built on a foundation of MeeGo and Mer. MeeGo has prospered on its own to Tizen, an alternative OS used widely by Samsung on their watches and fridges (for some reason), while Mer was a fork of MeeGo driven by the community, and became the framework for ex-Nokia employees to start a new project, with the funding of Nokia through their Bridge program. Those ex-Nokia employees would found Jolla, and Sailfish OS would be their creation.

I first heard of Sailfish in 2013, as I was dipping my toes into the world of smartphones at that point. It looked incredible, with vivid, vibrant colors, a gesture-driven UI, a uniform design language, and a promise of privacy and openness that we definitely don’t see from companies today. And at the time, I was especially curious of their hardware.

Credit By Michael Coté - Flickr: Charles' Jolla phone, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=31979039

The Jolla phone saw its first pre-orders in April of 2013, and was officially available for purchase by November. It had decent specs for the time. Snapdragon 400, a modest 540x960 resolution (keep in mind, the flagship Samsung Galaxy SIII had a mere 720p resolution), 1GB of RAM, a 2100mAh battery, and most interesting to me, the “Other Half” which powered the system’s Ambiences. You slap a new Other Half on it, and the color changed to match in the OS. Cool in concept.

The later Jolla tablet would be promoted with an Indiegogo campaign, but unfortunately, costs and availability of materials, and the development of Sailfish OS 2.0 led to the tablet ultimately being cancelled, with a handful of units out in the wild.

Since then, Jolla’s gotten back on stable footing. The OS is open for licensing with OEMs, and Jolla’s been able to get official support from places like Russia, and companies like... Sony.

I have the Xperia XA2, released in March 2018 for $300 in the US. I snatched it up on eBay for a mere $170, and I’ve enjoyed its clean design, near-stock OS, and the solid in-house Sony apps like the Gallery and Music apps worked wonders. But then I discovered Jolla was working on Sailfish X for the XA2.

As a way to support the OS, and a way to fund the continued development of an Android compatibility layer for those who need Android apps, Jolla has Sailfish X, a version of their OS that features predictive text input with the keyboard, software updates and customer support, and of course, the Alien Dalvik, which lets you run Android apps on the OS natively. This was important, since I knew I needed apps like Discord, Twitter, Google Maps, and I could see the available open-sourced apps of things like Keepass weren’t gonna cut it.

The process was a bit difficult, and I stayed up until 4am on Saturday, trying to get the phone backed up, flashed, and ready to go with what I needed. First, I had to unlock the bootloader, which Sony and Jolla made it pretty easy. Then I had to buy the OS for the meager $35 USD (which I had done before even being certain my phone would do it, don’t make my mistake), download their software package and just... do it. After an hour, I had the phone running Sailfish, and man, it was a delight from the beginning. Swiping, tapping, sliding, the OS felt smooth, it had this flow about it.

After I got the accounts logged in, I proceeded to grab a few apps... before realizing all too soon that I’d need Google Play services. This is where I’m probably gonna get a lot of flack. For all the effort I put in, I was about to install apps that were at least partially at fault for the slowness of my XA2 on Android, and defeating the point of installing Sailfish.

Let me be forward in saying I don’t care that much about privacy. Do I like Google being involved in every facet of my life? Absolutely not, but they are sadly a necessary evil. And it’s not like you, the reader, would be any different. Tumblr, after all, is owned by Verizon, who has a history of screwing customers in plenty of situations, including firefighters who need constant access to emergency services for contact. And too many things want or need Google Play for me to avoid it. Discord, Telegram, Authy, Youtube, I use all this stuff, and without GP, it gets unhappy. I could remedy some of those by using Amazon or just going open-source with F-Droid, but it won’t fix the issue. And even now, microG, an open-source implementation of Google Play services, isn’t perfect, and would likely cause more headaches than I could handle at 4am on a Saturday.

Fortunately, some good Samaritans on Jolla’s Together forums created a simple Bash script I could run by just SSHing into my phone... Wow, that was a sentence. A fitting one though. After that, and after some headaches with the Google Setup wizard (here’s a tip: use Vision settings to get to your Android settings, and disable permissions on “Android Setup” when you’ve gotten your account logged in), I was finally using my phone, and it runs quite well. Android apps don’t consistently work correctly. Often, I have to close apps like the settings or Keepass because the framework stops updating the frontend, or even fully stop and start Android support, but it works well for just about everything I’m using on it now!

I really like the UI and design, and since the Other Half concept isn’t there for the XA2, ambiences are just a menu away from changing the look and feel of the OS in this pleasing way.

The system flows thanks to its gesture-driven controls. Swiping up from the bezel will bring you your app tray, swiping from the top bezel gives you quick settings. When you’re on the home screen, swiping left or right gives you a sort of agenda view where notifications, weather, and updates from your Twitter, Facebook, XMPP, VK and other accounts stack up. When you’re inside an app, swiping from the left or right bezel should bring you back home. Of all the interface controls on this device, that one is the most inconsistent one, a pain point given the nature of Android’s design language encourages these slide-out menus that you can’t consistently swipe open due to that gesture. The only setting I’ve found on that is to change the left-side bezel swipe to open the agenda instead of going home. I’d personally prefer hot zones on the bezels, so if I wanted to go home, swipe in from the lower half of the screen, but if I want the Android menus, slide from the top half.

Other interesting design cues come from the glowing parts of the UI, where extended menu options usually hide, or places you can slide out to are available.

Sliding down if the top is glowing usually opens this pulley menu, where each option can be selected by just pulling a bit and letting go. It’s an odd one, and due to the inconsistencies of apps and options, the pulley menu isn’t as instantly intuitive as I would hope. If there’s a glowing dot on a page though, you can simply slide to return to a menu from previously, or access another menu if the dot’s on the right side. Again, this is a bit inconsistent, as the unofficial Twitter app, Pingviini, showcases. You can actually just swipe left and right at will to access your notifications, conversations, search and trendings, and timeline. That bottom menu you’re seeing there is hidden so often, it’s basically pointless to have it there. This does make the whole system feel more cohesive, Pingviini looks like it belongs on this phone, but it does hurt usability.

Thus far, I’m still testing and learning about this OS. I had to google screenshotting, which is simply holding the volume rocker together. Doesn’t feel as reliable as the Android alternative of Volume Down and Power / Home, but I’ll take it. I don’t plan on gaming with this. Games are just not what I buy a phone for. It’s nice to have it there, but I’d prefer to just play my 3DS if I’m out and about.

I can’t wait to do more with Sailfish. It feels really nice to use, and I’m honestly draining my phone’s battery just from the amusement of swiping and sliding menus around and admiring the design of this. The last OS I really enjoyed using was Blackberry 10, and this feels like a sort of spiritual successor, with the included agenda feed and the persistent cards for apps you’re using.

#sailfish os #jolla #sony #android #phones #long post

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jovialyouthmusic · 6 years ago

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The Many Lives of Drake Walker

6a Visiting Friends

Drake and I go to visit some mutual friends, @katedrakeohd‘s @onehandsomedevil-trr Drake and Kate, check her work out here

The next day was pleasant, the weather mild and sunny and taken up by work, shopping, cooking and some ‘personal time’ with my partner, which I found worked very well, as I had my virtual lover in mind as inspiration. Before writing I logged into the site where I interacted with other writers who shared my passion. I chatted to another writer, and came up with an idea before I did a little writing, then minimised. Drake was there of course, a smile on his face.

‘Les, good to see you’

‘Likewise, Drake’ I smiled

‘Coming over?’

‘How could I resist?’

‘Where do you want to meet? I’m back at the waiting room, the firewood ran out at the beach’

‘The waiting room sounds good, and I have a destination in mind tonight’

‘Come on over and tell me about it’ I reached out, closed my eyes and went through the screen again. Drake was there to support me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

‘Oh, that’s a rather brotherly kiss’ I teased. He grinned

‘You want more? Who am I to refuse a lady’ He swung me round to face him and planted his lips on mine. We carried on kissing until we ran out of breath, and I felt like my bones were turning to water. He pulled back and gave me a searching look, his expression changing to a knowing one.

‘Oh hell, you got laid’ he chuckled, and I found myself blushing.

‘How can you possibly tell?’ I protested.

‘Oh believe me, it’s easy to tell when a woman’s had sex’ he said, giving my arm a squeeze ‘You have a sort of glow’ I cleared my throat.

‘That’s as maybe’ I retorted ‘I was chatting to a writer friend, and she invited me to go over and check her work out. It has a nice feel and I’d like to go as Charlotte.’

‘Oh, I’m intrigued’ he said ‘Are you going to tell me, or am I going in cold?’

‘I think I’ll keep you guessing’ I replied. ‘Now, how do I play the part of Charlotte – physically that is, I’m all psyched up to act like her’

‘Just have that strong intention to be her, have her face in mind and it will follow’ Drake instructed me, and led me over to a mirror. I closed my eyes and made my best effort to conjure up Charlotte’s face, and when I opened my eyes, I gasped

‘Wow, it worked’ I exclaimed

‘You have a strong sense of who she is’ Drake said. ‘And it’s easy for me to be that particular Drake – what part of our relationship do you want to play – am I your Consort?’

‘Hmm, let me think’ I pondered ‘As we haven’t actually done anything but kiss so far – and the Drake I’m thinking of visiting is pretty active – it might be fun…’ Drake raised his eyebrows ‘Let’s keep things simple – I’m appearing and acting as Princess Charlotte but otherwise – well we haven’t done anything more than kiss. Lets see what the other Drake makes of that, presuming he’s self aware.’

‘Oh, every Drake is self aware’ he assured me ‘Just some characters are underdeveloped if the writer is just beginning’

‘I would think the one we’ll be seeing is pretty much sure of himself – now, shall we go?’

‘Wait – what faceclaim does he use?’ Drake asked as he took my hand

‘Oh, don’t worry about that, you’re fine as you are’ I grinned. Drake looked at me curiously

‘That sounds ominous’

‘Trust me’ I said as I closed my eyes and imagined us to another place.

‘Oh’ said Drake ‘We’re at the Palace. It’s not one I’ve played’ We were in the library, and it was darker than my version – the wood panelling was dark and so was the rest of the décor, rich and sumptuous. It was night and the dark red drapes were drawn, the lighting subdued. We were alone but Drake turned at the sound of the door opening. Another Drake entered, and my version swore under his breath

‘Motherf… Les, what are you playing at?’ I stifled a giggle as he realised the Drake we were visiting had the same faceclaim, that of Daniel Di Tomasso. The other man looked up sharply and flipped on the main light.

‘What the…?’ he said under his breath. I stepped forward and held out my hand.

‘Nice to meet you Drake – I’m Charlotte’ He looked briefly at me, but his gaze fell on my companion, who gave him an embarrassed wave. He frowned

‘Hey man, not cool’ he growled, and I caught at his arm.

‘I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I didn’t ask him to change. There is method behind my madness, I just want to play a little trick on my friend’ He looked down at my hand as if he hadn’t registered my presence at all. He looked up at me, puzzled – then burst into laughter.

‘Oh man, is she going to be confused’ He walked over to my companion and they gripped each other’s forearms in greeting, Dan slapping my Drake on the back ‘Sorry I wasn’t very welcoming bro – Kate will be in shortly.’ He rubbed the back of his neck ‘Our writer did tell me you’d be along, but perhaps she’ll still fall for it’ He came back to me and gave me a bear hug.

‘You must be Les – though our writer has told me about Charlotte.’ I felt my token hot and heavy as he came close ‘This is going to be fun. I’ll put the main light off and you can watch from the shadows, then she’ll get a surprise – a big one’

‘My pleasure’ I said, and went to stand by the curtains in a dark spot. The two Drakes stood a few feet apart and it wasn’t long before I heard the door rattle and open. A young woman with long dark hair entered, and smiled broadly, throwing herself into the arms of ‘my’ Drake.

‘Honey I missed you’ she cried, and he tentatively patted her on the back, taken by surprise at her enthusiasm. Puzzled, she drew back ‘Drake – what’s up…’ and looking over at Daniel she did a double take, letting go of my Drake with a little cry and stepping back in confusion. He glowered at her, drumming his fingers on his forearm. She looked back and forth between the two men, one looking sheepish, the other feigning annoyance.

‘What’s going on, why are there two of you?’ she said, puzzled, and then it dawned on her. ‘Oh my God’ She put her hand to her forehead and gave Drake a little push – then marched over to Dan and put both hands onto his chest, slapping hard and pushing him back. He absorbed the blow, staggering back to the bookcase .

‘You Jackass, you really had me going’ she cried as Dan’s expression changed to an embarrassed smirk, then he started to laugh. He drew her into his arms and hugged her as I stepped out of the shadows to stand by my companion. They turned to me as I affectionately grabbed onto my man’s arm, envious of their easy physicality.

‘Kate, our writer arranged this – say hi to Les – or is it Charlotte?’ he asked. He let go of my arm and Kate turned to me, wide eyed. I drew myself into a regal pose and walked into the centre of the room.

‘Princess Charlotte to you’ I said with a formal air. Kate looked puzzled and dropped a little curtsy. She looked back at her man. He smiled back affectionately. I wasn’t sure how self aware Kate was and how much she understood her world, but her partner obviously did. He rubbed her arm apologetically.

‘I’m sorry Kate – I’ve told you how there are other versions of me about from alternate stories. This is one of them, and Charlotte is also from another place. It’s a bit complicated, but there’s nothing to be afraid of, they’ve just come to say hi. Think of it as a double date.’ Kate looked at me, still wide eyed. My companion walked over beside me and we held hands. Kate looked from one Drake to the other.

‘Princess Charlotte? Are you from another country?’ I shook my head

‘No, I’m from an alternate Cordonia, I’m the sole heir. I’ve known Drake since we were children – kind of like Liam – oh, he’s Nicholas here, isn’t he?’ Dan/Drake nodded

‘That’s right, his love interest here is Hana’ Kate still looked puzzled, and Drake put his arm round her waist. ‘Charlotte is kind of special – her writer can come over from her world to play and change who she is. Her real name is Les, but we’ll play with her as Charlotte.’ He smiled fondly ‘Perhaps I’ll get our writer to come through some time, who knows?’ Kate shook her head in disbelief.

‘That’s all gobbledegook to me but what the heck – lets double date and have some fun’ He went over to a bookcase by the fireplace and triggered the lever that opened the panel to a passage behind.

‘We need to drag a couple more chairs in’ he said, and my companion nodded, picking up a straight backed chair.

‘Hold on’ I said ‘If our host doesn’t mind, I can change things a little, no need to move stuff’ Drake put the chair down, frowning slightly.

‘But I was going to show off my muscles, you’re no fun Charlotte’

‘I’m not stopping you giving me a show, but we need something more substantial than that’ I pointed out.

‘No way you girls are missing out on a testosterone packed show of strength’ said Dan/Drake ‘Here, help me with this bench’ The two men went over to a low backed leather padded bench and rolled their sleeves up before taking one end each, straining to pick it up and grunting theatrically with the effort. I leaned on the mantlepiece and turned my head to Kate.

‘Adorable isn’t it – all that brawn and so few brain cells’ She grinned in reply, and whispered back.

‘How long before they work out it won’t fit through the gap?’ she said conspiratorially. I chuckled and we watched them wrestle the bench over to the opening, grunting and puffing. They put it down and scratched their heads.

‘How do you tell them apart?’ asked Kate ‘I’m afraid if I take my eyes off them they’ll swap places’

‘Oh they behave slightly differently – mine isn’t as handsy, and you saw he wasn’t comfortable when you hugged him’

‘I can’t go on hugging them to find out who’s who’ she said as the two men tried to work out their puzzle, tipping the bench over and trying again – and failing. I took my token out to show her.

‘My Drake gave me this – when another Drake gets close enough, it gets heavy and feels hot’

‘Oh neat’ she said ‘could you let me know if I’m about to make a big mistake please’ I smiled and took her hand in mine to give it a squeeze.

‘Of course – sisters before misters, I’m sorry I tricked you before’ I replied, and she grinned.

‘It was funny, don’t worry about it, my face must have been a picture. Shall we tell them?’ she nodded toward the two men, who were now a little breathless and had paused in their efforts to get the bench into the secret passage.

‘Nope, they’ll be taking their shirts off any minute now’ Dan/Drake looked up at us

‘What the ladies want, the ladies get’ He stood up and started to unbutton his shirt, and I heard Kate’s breath hitch a little as he gave a crooked grin and looked straight into her eyes. I looked questioningly at my man, and he coloured very slightly before he followed suit, but his eye contact was nowhere near as confident. Dan/Drake cast him a glance.

‘I’m sensing you two aren’t as intimate as we are’ he said ‘I’ll have to give you some tips, man.’

‘What? No – that’s not – I’ve had plenty of experience’ he stammered. ‘We’re just – not at that stage just yet – if ever’ He looked at me pleadingly. ‘Charlotte – that is, Les has a partner on the other side’ Dan/Drake shrugged, but I stayed silent, enjoying the sight of two well toned bellies and sparsely haired chest, the dark trail leading down below their waistbands…

‘So does my writer’ said DD, breaking the spell. My man rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

‘But your Kate is still just virtual. I’ve – done things with Charlotte – but before Les came over, if that makes sense’ DD nodded. I nudged Kate.

‘While those two are bonding, I think we girls deserve a little pick me up, don’t you? I have the idea they’ll be drinking whiskey when we’re settled.’

‘Oh, I like white wine but how will we get hold of it? The kitchens have closed down for the night’

‘When I’m around, we don’t need the kitchens’ I smiled, and closed my eyes. Kate gasped as a bottle and two glasses appeared on the mantlepiece. ‘You don’t even have to specify what type, I can conjure up anything’ She clapped her hands in delight and looked over at the two men, who were now sitting on the bench, slightly dejected.

‘Do you think we should put them out of their misery?’

‘I think they’ve sweated enough’ I said, and closed my eyes again. There was soft thud and a couple of grunts of surprise, and when I opened them again the men were sitting on the floor, the bench gone. I picked up the bottle and glasses and we went through the gap, the two men getting up sheepishly and following.

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plusultrabitchez · 6 years ago

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Just Friends Chapter 2: Cheer Up Bitch

You hated that you had to work today. With everything that was going on you wanted to do nothing but stay at home and cry. But you were a pro-hero and a grown ass women. So you told yourself to suck it up, choke down your shitty feelings for your shift. You had tomorrow off to wallow so all you had to do was to keep it together until then.

~Bakugou's POV~ He sat there at his desk waiting for her to show up. It was unlike Kubo to be late. In the 4 months they have been working together she was always on time or early. He checked his phone to see if she texted him. "Maybe that idiot is sick or something."

When he looked up he saw her enter the office in a hurry. Upon reaching her desk she tossed her bag down by her chair and logged into her computer with a huff. His brows furrowed as he studied her face. Her eyes were puffy, red, and tired. She had obviously been crying. "You're late." He said staring her down. This earned him an icy glare. "Sorry." She said curtly.

Damn, that glare was enough to make even him back off. Clearly, she was upset about something. Should he ask? No, it wasn't his business. As long as she did her job he didn't care. They had tomorrow off so maybe whatever she was pissed about she would get over it over the weekend.

"They changed our patrol route." He said examining the new instructions on his computer. "Great." She said with fake enthusiasm as she checked her email. "Also that lead we had on the Fujita ring was a dead end." He sighed in annoyance. You two had caught on to a drug and weapons ring about a month ago and were finding it difficult to get any hard evidence to warrant a takedown. "Fan-fucking-tastic." She groaned. "Come on." He said getting up. "Let's get out of here."

Today was weird. He and Kubo normally would normally chit chat during their patrols. Talk about random stuff like their shared taste in music, make fun of Bunji, or playfully throw insults at each other but she was quiet today. The only time she spoke is when she was spoken to and he was only getting grunts or hums for replies. The longer this went on, the more annoyed he became. He didn't want to admit it, but he actually enjoyed talking to her. He found her...tolerable.

He started to get somewhat concerned when they encountered a low-level villain and she didn't argue with him to take the lead. They always argued over who got to take down thugs. It was their thing. He enjoyed their thing. It was their thing to get each pumped up for a fight.

By the time they got back to the office, he was thoroughly annoyed. They went to their separate locker rooms to change out of their hero costumes and met back at their desks. She barely looked at him and didn't say a word. She grabbed her bag and logged out of her computer.

He figured he would try one last thing. "Night bitch." He got no response. His brows furrowed. "Aren't you going to call me an asshole?" He growled. She finally looked at him with a harsh scowl on her face. "I didn't realize I needed to state the obvious today."

That was the last straw. He grabbed her arm, dragged her to the deserted hallway and pinned her against the wall. "The fuck is your problem?" He snapped. "What? You want me to call you an asshole? Fine, hey Bakugou, you're a fucking asshole." "No, you've been quiet all day and you didn't even call dibs on the fight earlier." She rolled her eyes. "Oh I'm sorry, I thought you would love it if I just shut the hell up and let you take the lead." "No-I-that's not the point!" "What is the point?!" "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "I'm fine!" Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose trying to calm down. "When you came in this morning you had been crying." She was giving him a death stare as she crossed her arms, but he wasn't going to back down. "So what? Why the fuck do you care?"

He huffed. "I'm your partner. I...Just tell me what the fuck has got a stick up your ass. It's pissing me off." She sighed and chose a spot on the wall to scowl at. "Inasa and I broke up last night." Her voice was soft and quiet now. Bakugou let out a heavy sigh. He took her arm again, more gently this time. "Come on." She quirked a brow at him. "Where are we going?" He huffed. "We're going to a bar so you can cheer up bitch." . . . ~Your POV~ "Another beer please!" You slurred while waving around your empty glass. Bakugou snatched the glass from you and set it down on the bar. "Stop that, you drunk idiot." He said holding back a chuckle. You smiled drunkenly at him. "Bakugou?" "Yeah?" He grunted before taking another drink. "Would you fuck me?" Bakugou spewed out his beer and immediately started choking. "What the fuck Kubo?!" "No! Not like literally. I meant it more of a figurative type thing. Like...am I pretty?" Bakugou did not know how to handle this situation. "Kubo, I'm not talking to you about this." He growled.

You threw your arms around his shoulders and pouted. "Come ooonnn. I need to know if Inasa dumped me because I'm not pretty." "Wait a second. You said you guys broke up." You let go of him and your eyes got sad. "Broke up. Dumped me. Whatever." You nodded at the bartender that placed another beer in front of you. "It...it just sucks." Bakugou sighed. Now it really made sense to him why you were acting the way you were. "Did he say he was breaking up with you because you weren't pretty?" He asked. You swung your feet back and forth. "No..." "Then that wasn't a reason." He polished off his beer. "And if he said that he'd be full of shit." He muttered.

You cracked a cocky grin at him. "Bakugou...you think I'm pretty?" "Shut up Kubo." He tried to play it off but the red on the tips of his ears betrayed him. He ordered another beer and two tequila shots in efforts to ignore your giggles. "He probably broke up with you because you're fucking annoying." He said batting your hands away when you tried to pinch his cheek. You went quiet. "Really?"

He looked over into your big sad eyes and actually felt bad. He forgot you weren't your normal confident self at the moment. He sighed. "No. You're not that annoying and you're...really pretty." He mumbled that last part. "Really?" You asked. Your bottom lip quivering. "Yes damnit!" He huffed and decided to go for it. There was no way you were going to remember this tomorrow. "You're a good fighter, tolerable, and you're fucking hot. If he doesn't want to make it work with you he's fucking dumb. So just be thankful you don't have to worry about any of that stupid relationship bullshit and just focus on being a badass hero okay?" To his surprise, You leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Katsuki."

"Don't say I never did anything nice for you." He grumbled as he brushed you off and slid a tequila shot to you. "Cheers you drunk bitch."

"Cheers you soon to be drunk asshole." . . . ~Bakugou's POV~ Kubo was drunkenly singing Coconut as she held onto him for balance. Being somewhat tipsy himself, he found it rather amusing. She let go of his arm and started dancing down the street as they walked back to her place. "I said DOCTAAAA! Is there nothing I can take?" He chuckled and joined in. "I said DOCTAAAA! To relieve this belly ache?" They continued to belt out the song and stumble back to her place. Once they reached her building they sang a little quieter but were in a fit of drunken giggles the whole time. He hadn't let loose like this in a while, and usually, it was by himself at home. The alcohol and the fact she wouldn't remember anything tomorrow made it easier for him to let out his goofy side.

She unlocked her door and they were greeted by a big black pit bull. "Oh fuck!" He jumped back in surprise. "Hadesssss!" She laid down in her doorway while the dog attacked her with kisses. "Hades, this is Katsuki Bakugou." She said sitting up and pointing at him. He decided to kneel down and say hello to the massive animal. "I completely forgot you had a dog." Hades was in love with him immediately.

They shuffled into her apartment and slipped off their shoes. "Want a beer?" She asked walking to the kitchen. "Um, I don't-" "Here you go!" She handed him a beer which he reluctantly accepted. He was just planning on dropping her off and leaving, but free beer. They cracked open the cans and took a sip. Her phone went off which seemed to surprise her as much as him. It was well after 2am. She went over to her bag to rummage through it and get her phone. Her happy drunk demeanor changed. "What's wrong?" He asked. She shook her head and tossed her phone on the couch. "Nothing. Want to go outside? My balcony has a pretty sweet view." "Sure." She put on some One OK Rock, went out to the balcony and turned on some string lights. On his way out he peaked at her phone that was lit up with text notifications.

Inasa: Hey (Y/N)! I just wanted to check in on you. Inasa: Are you doing okay? How was work? Inasa: Missed Call Inasa: (Y/N) I understand that you may not want to talk to me, but I just want to know if you're okay. Inasa: 2 Missed Calls Inasa: (Y/N) please let me know if you're okay? I'm pretty worried here.

"Geez, this guys doesn't understand that she probably wants some space." He knew what he was about to do was probably overstepping his bounds, but he knew Yoarashi enough to know he wouldn't quit until he heard from her.

(Y/N): Hey, this is Bakugou. She's fine. We just went to a bar after work. Just making sure she got home alright. Inasa replied almost immediately. Inasa: Thank you Bakugou! I'm glad she has such a good partner and friend! I appreciate you looking after her. Please let her know that I said hello. Thanks again!

Bakugou rolled his eyes and put the phone down. He was surprised Yoarashi didn't accuse him of taking advantage of her or some shit. He walked out onto the balcony where Kubo was lounging in one of the chairs sipping her beer. He sat down in the chair next to hers and looked out over the city. She was right, it was a nice view.

"Kubo?" "Yes Bakugou?" "What's the real reason Yoarashi called it off?" She let out a heavy sigh and took a swig of her beer. "He couldn't keep doing long distance. I can't say I blame him. We've spent practically our entire relationship long distance. We've only ever had summer vacations or random weekends and now being heroes hundred of miles away from each other..." She trailed off and chugged her beer. "This past month we've barely been able to talk to each other because of conflicting schedules so I knew it was coming sooner rather than later." "Mmm." He didn't know what to say so he just listened and drank his beer. She sighed. "I know it's for the best."

They stared out at the city for a few minutes and drank in silence. "If you saw it coming and know it's for the best why are you so fucking upset?" He asked genuinely confused. He never really got all this relationship crap. It just seemed like a waste of time to him. She scoffed. "1. We were together for a long time, so I'm going to miss him. And 2. I'm the daughter of Shiin and Banshi. Once a guy finds that out they're going to run for the hills." She lifted her beer to him. "Here's to me being single and lonely for the rest of my fucking life."

He laughed and lightly knocked his beer against hers before they chugged. She laughed and leaned her head back in her chair. "You're fucking dramatic you know that?" He teased. She smirked, her eyes were getting heavy. "Yeah a bit."

"I'm sure you'll be just fine you idiot."

He soon heard her breathes become deep and saw that she had passed out. He shook his head and grabbed her empty beer can from her and threw it away. He went back out to the balcony and picked her up. She barely woke up and just nuzzled into his chest as he carried her to her bedroom.

He had never been this close to her before. Her hair smelled like honeysuckles which overpowered the smell of booze on her clothes. He placed her in bed as gently as possible and took off her shoes before throwing some blankets on her.

"What the fuck am I doing?" He thought to himself. He had been mindlessly acting up until this point. He watched her for a moment. She looked pretty peaceful for someone who was passed out drunk. He went and got her a bottle of water from her fridge and a bottle of aspirin and put it on her nightstand.

"She's my partner. I can't have her dying on me or some dumb shit." He brought her phone into her bedroom and plugged it in. "Okay Katsuki, too much. Stop doing shit for her."

He took one last look at her before heading towards her door. "She really is pretty." He growled and smack himself. "Get your shit together and fucking leave already."

"Night asshole." She mumbled. He smirked. "Night Bitch."

When he finally made it home he kicked off his shoes and went to his bedroom to collapse on his bed. He found himself looking over to the empty side of the bed and wondering what she would look like there.

"....Fuck."

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falling--in--place · 6 years ago

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I need a minute to vent.

My daughters biological father isn’t my ex husband (that’s a story for a different day), but he came into her life when she was one and a half. She is the only dad she has ever known. When X and I started dating, everything was fine. We move in together and everything was ok. There was some adjustment because he had never lived away from his parents, I had been on my own(ish {I had been in shelters}) for two years. It was fine though. I showed him how to do stuff, whatever. At that point I was 17 and he was 19.

Shit started out small right. Like, honey I miss you so much when you are with your friends. Awww, right? Fucking wrong. The guilt trips kept ramping up until I literally felt super guilty for doing anything without him. Whenever I was on the phone with my mom or my sister he would pout or poke me with stuff. Just act like a child that doesn’t know how to behave properly. It didn’t take long before I didn’t really have friends any more.

He convinced me to quit my job because he made enough to support us and that way I could spend more time with Naomi. It would also make sleep for him easier since he worked 3rds and I was usually on 1sts.

When he asked me to marry him that fall (three months before fall) I was trapped. I was financially dependent. I didn’t have friends. I felt alone. He had become lazy at home. Wouldn’t ever spend time with Naomi unless I made him. Threw literal fits (actually threw himself onto the floor, like a toddler) when I asked him if he could run to the store for me. Wouldn’t do anything around the house because “he had a job.” Like that was some divine gift he gave me. I said yes. We got married in October 2011. I was 21.

The wedding was perfect. He let me do whatever I wanted. I’m pagan, but have a lot of really Christian family. So I mixed traditions, all the pagan aspects seemed just a little quirky to my very Christian family members. Only my mom and sisters and husband to be knew the real symbolism. My cake was a pale yellow with orange decorations. The bottom tier was a circle, the second a star (pentagram for those that were looking). My dress was Forrest green and my mom made it for me. A good friend of my mom officiated. I assembled the words from a website that helped people have a pagan wedding without non-pagans getting outraged. It was perfect. And it was the 29th. As close to Samhain as I could make it.

I thought maybe things would get better. They did for a little while. Until they got worse. Until he was yelling at me for not cleaning well enough. Until he refused to do anything with Naomi even when I begged. Until he started spending more than we had and blamed me for the debt. Until he bought whatever he wanted but the $0.99 coffee I bought was the problem. Until he broke me as a person and I forgot how to function.

I stopped being a person. I had a child to care for and I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t cook. I couldn’t clean. The house fell to shambles which caused more fights. He started to cook because I never got out of bed. He bitched about that too. All I ever did was log into an MMO my sister had dragged me to in 2012 and lay in bed.

Then I cheated. There was this guy in the video game. Super nice to me, treated me like someone of value. It was so nice. I started to feel more like a person again. We sent pictures back and forth sometimes. We texted a lot. I started getting out of bed more. I started living again. I was starting to feel like I could be ok, that not everyone would treat me like dirt while claiming to care. He caught me though. After several months... I forgot to lock my phone when I went to the bathroom. He caught me.

We fought. He broke stuff. He stormed out. Then he told me he wanted to work it out. I ended it with the guy. X started to treat me better. We talked a lot. It felt like he really cared. Until he didn’t again. Until his spending got even worse. Until I couldn’t take his presence any more. Until I threw myself into that MMO ever harder. Running a raiding guild with my closest friends in game. He still didn’t want me to work.

He was working from home for a tech company at that point. He started staying at work later and later. Hiding his phone. Whatever. I knew he was cheating. I didn’t care. Then he would stop trying to touch me. After I few months, I ended up getting even closer to my best friend. The guy I ran the guild with. We started dating. He was fully aware of my home life. Four months after that, X asked me for a divorce. He said it would be civil. We could work everything out.

Then he tried to screw me. I had to get a lawyer because he was trying to stick me with all the debt. I fought him in court until I was just sick of it. He had my power shut off when he moved out. Without telling me. Then when I tried to put it in my name. They told me I owed them $1600. My landlord called to tell me I was two months late in rent and they were going to evict unless I came up with the money in 30 days. He had opened several credit cards in my name and maxed them out. My credit is destroyed.

I gave up fighting because I just wanted him to go. He moved out of my house and into the girlfriends house. He had started paying her bills two months before he moved. That’s why mine were all in collections.

Fast forward. It’s been 2 years since he moved out. My daughter misses him. She texts him all the time. He makes empty promises about having her come visit. He tells her he will take her places and never does. He had a baby with this new girl. Naomi wants to meet her brother. She hasn’t yet. He PROMISED her that he would take her for a weekend this summer. Never happened.

I refuse to trash talking him to her. She will discover who is on her own. Maybe I am a terrible person, but I don’t want to be the bad guy here. And I have to soothe her broken heart every time he breaks a promise. I have to get over bubbly Facebook messages from the new girl about plans she wants to make with my daughter and try not to be bitchy since I know they won’t follow through. I just got a message from her. They are oh so concerned because there was a recall on some of Naomi’s meds, but they haven’t been concerned enough about her health to come see her. To talk to her in a regular basis. To FaceTime with her. To console her when our cat died.

I think I’m just being pissy tonight. I’m just fed up with him treating my daughter like she doesn’t count when she loves him to the moon and back. He doesn’t deserve her love.

#personal #ex husband hell #one of many reasons why i wont let people get close to my daughter like that again #fucking assholes #dont mind me i just got a facebook message from the new girl #i call her the new girl but they have a one and a half year old son together #i think i hate people for the rest of the night #venting #rant #long

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5hfanfiction · 7 years ago

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2AM in L.A. - Chapter 5

Chapter Five: Palm Blvd.

Camila sat curled under a blanket as Sinu bustled around the kitchen, cooking a Cuban meal fit for kings. The decadent smells wafted through the house, reminding Camila of just how much she had missed the comforts of home.

“Mami,” she called. “Where are the old photo albums?”

“Next to the tv, mija!”

Camila wrapped herself tighter in the blanket and shuffled her way to the tv cabinet, pulling out two albums, their binding beginning to fall apart after so many years.

“Porque necesitas?”

“Just taking a trip down memory lane,” Camila smiled as she returned to the couch. She began flipping through the worn pages, each photo instantly taking her back to the moment it had been taken: family trips to the beach, her first talent show in elementary school, and her first middle school dance. She saw the smile on her face, how truly warm it was. It showed a pure happiness she hadn’t felt in months.

“Mami, do you think Hollywood has made me worse?”

Sinu stopped chopping vegetables, wiped her hands, and came to Camila’s side. She glanced at the photos before her, one of a 12-year-old Camila laughing with her friends.

“What do you mean?”

“I look so happy and free here,” Camila gestured to the photo. “I’m not like that anymore.”

“You were young, had no worries.”

“I know,” Camila sighed. “But I feel like I’ve changed.”

“Of course, mija,” Sinu sat down. “That’s what happens.”

“Not just a growing up change, though. I feel like I’m a different person. That she –“ Camila pointed at the girl in the photo “- wouldn’t want me to be like this.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Life is good here,” Camila looked around the house, its familiar charm and distant nostalgia beginning to gather tears in the corner of her eye. “It’s not like this in LA.”

“Why did you come home?” Sinu asked quietly. “Really?”

“I don’t belong out there, not by myself.”

“You aren’t by yourself, Camila. You have your friends and your team.”

“I have people, but I’m alone,” Camila shook her head. “I miss the real love I have here. I miss giving you and Papi a hug before I go to bed, and I miss Sofi, and all my friends.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” Camila answered quietly. “I want to feel real love, but sometimes it seems like this is the only place I feel it.”

The mother-daughter heart to heart was interrupted by the fire alarm chirping as Sinu’s vegetables began to burn. She raced to the kitchen to wave a rag in front of the smoke detector.

“I’m going to go for a walk,” Camila said, somehow oblivious to the burning meal in the other room. Her heart needed to be outside, toes in the sand, waves crashing in the distance. The only place she felt truly at home was Miami’s beautiful beach.

Lauren’s flight landed after a bumpy, turbulent ride across middle America. Taylor stood in the parking lot, keys in hand, and raced across the concrete to wrap Lauren in a bear hug as soon as she walked around the corner.

“Hi stranger!” Taylor shrieked.

“It hasn’t been that long,” Lauren protested with a smile, wrapping her arms around her little sister.

“Almost a year,” Taylor replied. “But it doesn’t matter, you’re here now!”

“A year?” Lauren paused. “Are you serious?”

“Well ten and a half months,” Taylor answered, loading Lauren’s bags into the back of the car. “But you’ve been busy.”

“Yeah,” Lauren trailed off.

“So where to first?” Taylor asked as they climbed into the front seat.

“Is that even a question?” Lauren laughed.

“Beach it is,” Taylor said with a smile. “Seriously, Lo. I’m really happy you’re home. I’ve missed you.”

The Jauregui girls chatted back and forth as Taylor drove out to the coast. She was now a high school senior, and as thrilled as Lauren was to see her again, she couldn’t help but feel the twinge of pain as she realized that every day she spent working in LA was another day of missing her little sister grow up. Taylor had become fiercely independent, and was accomplishing so much more than Lauren ever could have dreamed. Lauren had left a little girl when she went to audition for the X Factor, and in just a blink Taylor was truly a young woman. Realizing that her nostalgia had checked her out of the conversation completely, Lauren shook her head to refocus just as Taylor parked the car at Lauren’s favorite spot. It was small but secluded beach, known only by the true Miami natives.

“So what’s been up with you?” the younger Jauregui asked as the pair made their way down the wooden staircase from the pier to the sand.

“You know what’s been up,” Lauren replied. “Just because I’m away doesn’t mean we don’t talk.”

“Yeah, I guess. But – “ she paused, not wanting to start the visit off with a downer of a conversation.

“But what?” Lauren pressed.

“But not as much anymore. We used to talk basically every day, but now you barely ever call or even text.”

“What are you talking about?” Lauren asked, incredulous. “We talk all the time!”

“Well sure, if all the time means twice a month,” Taylor joked as she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through her call log. “Oh look, here you didn’t call for a full month!”

Lauren looked at Taylor’s screen, and instantly recognized the month. It had been one of her darkest months, when she had truly almost lost herself. She and Halsey claimed to be in the Bahamas, when Lauren had in fact spent the month holed up in a small apartment outside LA, at varying degrees of sobriety.

“You were with Halsey then, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Lauren answered a little too quickly, shame creeping in as she began to understand that many parts of missing Taylor grow had been her own fault. “Sorry, it was a busy few weeks.”

“I know,” Taylor smiled. “I’m not mad about it. I know you’ve got a lot going on.”

“Do you think I’ve changed?” Lauren asked, intrigued for the perspective of someone who had known her literally her whole life.

“What do you mean?”

“Like do I seem different to you?”

Taylor paused, considering her honest answer, as well as the answer Lauren likely wanted to hear.

“I think you’ve grown up a lot and definitely become more confident in who you are,” Taylor began. “So if that’s changing, then yeah.”

“Is it an improvement?”

“Why the deep questions?” Taylor sighed. “I just want to enjoy you being here.”

“That sounds like a no,” Lauren replied.

“Obviously I can’t say it’s an improvement that we talk once a week if I’m lucky,” she explained. “But if you’re happy then it makes me a dick to say that it isn’t improvement.”

“You’ve gotten really smart,” Lauren smiled as she wrapped Taylor in a tight hug. “You’re gonna be smarter than me soon.”

“Pshhh, I’m already smarter than you,” Taylor laughed, before quickly returning to a serious tone. “But can I ask you something?”

Lauren’s stomach went into knots. She had worked hard to shelter Taylor from the choices she wasn’t proud of, but if Taylor asked outright, Lauren knew she couldn’t lie.

“Sure,” Lauren tried to keep her voice calm.

“Why did you come home?”

“Oh,” Lauren let out a quick sigh of relief. “I don’t know. I missed you and Dad and Chris and Mom. I missed my friends, and….I just thought it was time to come back and clear my head.”

“Sounds like you missed being around real love.”

“Yeah,” Lauren replied, thinking of those who truly loved her for everything she was, flaws and all. “I guess so.”

The girls walked down to the edge of the beach, chattering away about everything Lauren had missed. Every story Taylor told filled Lauren’s heart with joy that she had made the trip home, but twisted the knife deeper in her heart knowing she had missed seeing it all in person. She could feel the stress building with every memory shared, rapidly approaching a boiling point. All she wanted was a little smoke to take the edge off, but after the last hour of admiring the smart, athletic, incredible young woman Taylor was becoming, she couldn’t imagine getting stoned in front of her baby sister.

“Tay?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you wanted to hang out but I was wondering if you’d be okay heading home now, and I’ll get an uber a little later?”

“Why?”

“Um, I just – “ Lauren paused, realizing she hadn’t come up with any legitimate reason to send Taylor away. “I wanted to breathe and clear my head for a little while.”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” Taylor giggled. “After all these years you really think I can’t tell?”

“I’m sorry,” Lauren could feel her face flushing bright red as she struggled to find any words. “I – “

“I know you just want to get high.”

“Taylor, that’s not – ”

“It’s fine,” Taylor interrupted. “I’d just rather you not lie to me about it.”

Lauren stood in silence as Taylor turned away and began to climb back up the stairs. Taylor only got three steps up before she turned around.

“Earlier, when you were asking if you were any different, if you’d changed…”

“Yeah?”

“This is different.”

“No it isn’t,” Lauren laughed hesitantly. “This – ” she gestured to the lighter and joint in her hand that she had pulled out of her purse “- has been happening for a long time.”

“I know,” Taylor answered, her face emotionless. “But I also know that isn’t the extent of it. I see the photos, I read the tabloids. I know you’re into the scene or whatever it’s called. I just – ”

“You what?” Lauren asked.

“I just think you might be a little too caught up in it, that’s all.” Taylor finished, then rushed to soften the blow. “But it’s fine, really. All the celebrities do stuff, right?”

“Well, not everyone,” Lauren answered quietly. “But yeah, it is fine. I’m all good.”

“I’ll see you back at home later,” Taylor said, turning to continue the walk back up to the car. “Call me if you need anything.”

Lauren sat down on the sand and began to breathe in the smoke. Somehow, in her favorite place in the world, she had never felt farther away from the real love she so desperately hoped she would find.

#UPDATE #series #non AU #slash #camren #based on song #family #submission #2am in la

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