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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 4 years

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Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 2286

Content warnings - none, just lots of fluff and humor, platonic relationships

Prompt/Inspiration - AO3 request

Summary - Mammon starts sleeping in your room at night, and you notice a peculiar habit of his.

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You were a light sleeper. A very, very light sleeper.

There had been several times during your stay at the House of Lamentation when Mammon scared the living daylights out of you by crawling into your bed in the middle of the night. Eventually, you just flat out told Mammon that he had to sleep with you because you were not going to be able to rest otherwise. He stuttered and blushed and fumbled over his words, denying that he had any idea what you were talking about, but in the end, he had taken up semi-permanent residence in your room.

When you start sharing a bed with someone on a regular basis, you begin to learn a lot about them that you wouldn’t know otherwise. Like whether they hog the blankets, if they prefer sheets over thick comforters, if they snore. And you, likewise, started to notice some very peculiar traits of Mammon’s.

For example, he preferred to sleep entirely nude. Of course now that he was sleeping in your room most of the time, he made the effort to wear something. But it wasn’t unusual for him to wake up in noticeably fewer clothes than when he had fallen asleep.

One night in particular, you were about to learn yet another thing about Mammon.

————

Mammon had fallen asleep long before you, and you had stayed up to keep reading a book you had borrowed from Satan. As you got sleepier and sleepier you realized that maybe it was time you called it a night. So you rolled over to turn your lamp off, only to find that you couldn’t reach it because a certain demon of Greed was starfished on the bed, essentially trapping you in a corner.

You thought for a moment about what you should do about this situation you found yourself in. At first, you didn’t want to disturb Mammon. His sleeping face was just so cute! But you were tired. And despite the fact he looked absolutely adorable next to you now, this was the same little shit that woke you up frequently for reasons much more frivolous.

“Pssst, Mammon. Wake up,” you nudged him with your elbow. When he didn’t stir, you gave him a bit of a kick with your foot. And when he still didn’t wake up, you put your hand on his shoulder and gently shook him.

“Wassup?” he finally answered as he sat up in bed.

“Turn off the light.”

“‘K.”

Having successfully woken him up, and trusting that he could manage a light switch on his own, you rolled over, turning your back to him, preparing to go to sleep. But after a good minute or two, you realized the light was still on. So you rolled over halfway, and repeated your request.

“Mammon, the light.”

“Right. Right. Gotcha.” And with that he finally reached over to the lamp and flicked it off, before snuggling back into your blankets and curling up behind you.

————

The following morning, you were the first to wake up. You looked over to Mammon, who was still taking up a good ¾ of the bed, and you couldn’t help but smile. It really was nice waking up with someone else beside you. Even if that someone was a bed hog.

When Mammon woke up a few minutes later, it was only to find you staring at him. He blushed awkwardly as he looked away, which just made you laugh.

“Whattaya lookin’ at?”

“Oh just a cute demon, hogging the bed.”

“Oh...uh...sorry,” he replied, pulling his limbs to himself as he rolled on his side away from you.

“It’s fine. So long as you are willing to turn the light off for me,” you said, smiling and laughing softly, as you snuggled up next to Mammon, wrapping your arm around his waist and spooning him from behind.

“The light?”

“Yeah, like last night when I was reading. If you’re gonna hog the bed, then be prepared to be woken up to turn off the light.”

Mammon rolled over a little to get a better look at you, certain that you had to be teasing him or setting him up for a joke or...something. But you were just smiling at him like normal.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“I dunno whatcha talkin’ about. I didn’t turn off a light last night.”

“Umm yeah you did. You even sat up and talked to me.”

“Noooo I didn’t…” he furrowed his brow in confusion. What on earth were you trying to pull?

“Ok fine. It doesn’t matter. The deal still stands. Hog the bed, be put on light switch duty. K?” you asked, leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the cheek, something that you knew would fluster him.

“Uh yep. Got it. Light switch duty,” he said as he rolled back over to hide his face from you. Without even meaning to, he shifted back slightly so that he was pressed more fully against you, and you simply smiled and hugged him in return. You were such a brat sometimes...kissing him on the cheek like that out of nowhere. You could at least warn him. Not that he liked it or anything.

While you did find it a little odd that Mammon didn’t remember the light incident, you just wrote it off as one of those things. It’s not like it mattered whether or not he remembered, anyways.

————

A few days later, you returned to your room after a study session with Satan only to find Mammon already passed out on your bed, once again leaving very little space for you. It occurred to you then that perhaps he was doing this on purpose so that you’d have to sleep practically on top of him, so you decided to have a bit of fun.

Instead of crawling over him, you climbed in next to him by the edge of your bed, and poked him in the side.

His reaction was immediate. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes...and then he just sat there.

“Mammon? You can lay back down.”

He mumbled something.

“Mammon?”, you sat up to get a better look at him. His eyes were open, but only just, and his gaze was unfocused, “You can lay down now.”

“I don’t wanna,” he whined.

“Mammon, are you still asleep?”, you had heard of sleepwalking before, but this was a whole new level of weird.

“Nooo.”

Sensing that it was perhaps better not to argue with him, you laid down in your bed and tugged on his shirt to get him to join you, “Come cuddle with me then so I can go to sleep.”

Without further complaint, Mammon complied and curled up next to you, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arm around your middle. It didn’t take him long at all to fall back asleep, leaving you even more certain that he must not have been fully awake to begin with.

————

After that, there weren’t any more unusual episodes with Mammon for awhile, so you had almost forgotten about the whole thing.

That is until one night when you had been just about to fall asleep, and a notification came thru in your DDD. Usually you would put your device on silent when going to sleep, but tonight you had been so exhausted that you forgot. So when the notification went off - it was LOUD.

Mammon immediately sat up, dazed.

“Sorry about that,” you said, turning the sound off on your DDD.

“Fin stis.”

“Huh?”

“Den sai tis id.”

“Mammon, I think you are asleep.”

“Noooo! Am not!!!”, Mammon replied, as he started to act like he was about to get out of bed. Concerned about the sort of trouble he could get himself in while in this state you tried your best to stop him.

“Mammon, where are you going?”

He didn’t answer, but at least he stopped trying to get up.

“I think you’re asleep. Please, don’t get up.”

“I’m not asleep!” he snapped. You were surprised by the tone of voice he was using with you. Yeah he was loud and yelled a bunch, but you had never seen him actually angry with you. Not wanting to provoke him further, you decide to drop the issue and try what had worked the last time this happened.

“Ok Mammon, then just cuddle with me.”

“Fine.”

“Yeah, just lay back down with me so I can sleep.”

There was incoherent grumbling from Mammon as he wiggled back under the covers, still clearly annoyed with you for accusing him of being asleep when he knew he wasn’t.

“We can talk in the morning. Just cuddle for now.”

Once he was laying down again, you cuddled up next to him and wrapped your arm around his waist, hoping it would at least give you some warning if he would try to get up again.

————

“Sooooo, Mammon. Do you remember last night?”

“Huh?” Mammon turned around to look at you from his seat on the floor by your bed. It was Saturday morning, and he was browsing Akuzon on his DDD, trying to decide what to buy with his latest modeling paycheck. You had been laying on your bed, “helping” him with his shopping by occasionally texting him suggestions that you found. They might not have been the most helpful suggestions, but at least they were making the two of you laugh.

“You yelled at me,” you said, turning off your DDD and turning your head to look at Mammon.

“Whattya talkin’ about?? Why would I yell at you??”

“Because I told you that you were sleeping.”

“You’re makin’ that up.”

“Mammon, have you ever had trouble with sleepwalking?” you were genuinely curious if perhaps some of the things he got accused of were the result of him wandering the House of Lamentation unconsciously in the middle of the night.

“Huh?! No! Of course not! What are ya trying to pull? Seriously, is this like a joke or somethin’?”

“No, I’m telling you - you got woken up by a notification on my DDD, and when I tried to get you to go back to sleep, you yelled at me.”

“There’s no way that happened. I woulda remembered it.” Mammon eyed you suspiciously. He was sure this had to be a prank of some sort, though he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what the punch line would be. Why were you being so insistent?

“Well it did,” you mumbled under your breath. If he was going to be so stubborn, you were just going to have to prove it to him. The next time - you were going to catch it on video.

————

Not wanting to wait until Mammon would have one of his “episodes” on his own, you decided you’d have to try to trigger one yourself. Based on your observations, you needed to wait until he was *just* asleep, and then wake him suddenly - either a moderately loud noise, or a forceful movement.

So the following night, you made sure your DDD was fully charged...and you waited.

It didn’t take long for Mammon to pass out. You had made sure he spent the day running around the Devildom taking you shopping, and doing other “date” things, just to wear him out. And since this was Mammon, it took a LOT to wear him out. If it wasn’t for the fact you were on a mission, you’d probably have nodded off yourself long ago.

You pulled out your DDD, turned on your camera to record video…and then delivered a swift kick to Mammon’s butt.

As expected, Mammon sat up almost immediately.

“Hey Mammon.”

“Mmmm?”

“Are you asleep?”

“Nooo,” he whined. You snickered at his response. This was going perfectly.

“I need you to do something for me in the morning.”

“Sure, whattttayaaa want?”

“Can you make me breakfast?”

“Sure.”

“So what are you going to do in the morning?”

“Everryyythinnnn.”

“Are you going to make me breakfast?”

“That’s part of everrryyythinnn’.”

By now you were having a difficult time maintaining your composure. You only just managed to keep your DDD steady enough to get a decent video. You hadn’t tried talking to Mammon this much the other times, and were surprised at how long he was able to keep this up. Seeing as you had nothing to lose, you decided to keep going.

“Can you say it for me in a complete sentence? What are you going to do in the morning?”

“Breakfast and bugggsss.”

“What?”

“Breakfast and bugggsss.”

“Bugs?”

“Yesh.”

“So one more time, what are you going to do in the morning?”

“Killlll everythinnnn’.”

That was apparently your breaking point, and you had to cover your mouth to stop the loud squeals of laughter that weren’t threatening to escape. This had gone far more perfectly than you ever could have imagined. There was no way he was going to be able to deny this now. Imagining how red his face would get as you showed him the video had you giggling even harder.

Pausing your recording, and safely tucking away your DDD, you decided that you had had enough fun for the night and that it was time to give poor Mammon a break and let him rest.

“Ok Mammon, will you come cuddle with me now?”

“Fiiinnneee,” he said, slumping down onto the bed and rolling over so he could snuggle up to your side. You really had exhausted him that day, so he deserved a bit of rest. Gently combing your fingers through his hair, you thought about how exactly you were going to make use of this video as you drifted off to sleep.

Based on this conversation with my husband -

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xenia-cenia · 3 years

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hiiii 💕 may i request domestic hcs with chuuya and dazai with a clingy s/o? thank you 💞💞💞

A/N-i like doing these theyre cute :)

sorry for taking forever! some irl things came up

-writing for chuuya is hard bc all the gifs of him are so cool

-so im using dog chuuya for this one

-moving on

-chuuya does not put any thought before asking you to move in with him

-you mentioned it once in passing and he responded with 'yeah, why the hell not?'

-as stated before his house is filled with dog pictures

-he LOVES cooking

-do not get in his way while he cooks

-itll just be a mess for everyone involved

-if you want a cutesy-fun couple activity hes much more fond of walks in the park

-in fact he likes to go on at least one long walk every week

-and hes always delighted when you tag along

-if you get tired and cant finish the walk dont worry he'll just use his ability and carry you back home

-also enjoys going shopping with you

-he knows the ins and outs of every current fashion trend and will happily help you pick clothes out

-be warned though he likes to only buy the most expensive stuff

-he personally has no plans to get married

-deep inside the fear that hes not 'human' enough lingers

-however if one day years into your relationship you were on a night walk and turned to look at him

-the wind softly rustling your clothes and the streetlamps reflecting in your eyes

-(oh your eyes. he always feels painfully human when he looks into those eyes of yours)

-he'll take a deep breath

-and give into his impulses once again

-"lets get married."

-he says it so casually you barely notice

-but when he says it again it sticks in your head

-you laughed

-(why was his heart beating so fast? did your laugh always do this to him?)

-and kissed his cheek

-"id love to, chuuya."

-his knees shook as you spoke those words

-he smiled and didnt notice his ability start until the two of you were above the trees and you gripped onto his shirt

-"chuu!" you had exclaimed

-but nothing was phazing him

-it was the happiest he had ever been in his life

-well

-the second happiest

-as your hands folded into his

-and the expensive suit he was wearing felt 1 million degrees

-he was shaking

-had he ever shaken this hard before?

-and you noticed his fear

-(you always could read him better than he could read himself)

-and all at once the world melted away

-there was only pure bliss

-"to the person who makes me feel truly human" he had added to his vows "i promise to protect you for the rest of our lives"

-"to the person who hangs dog pictures on our ceiling," (he had laughed nervously. he didnt know you saw those) "i promise to protect and care for you the rest of our lives"

-thats when chuuya cried

-he kissed you as hard as he could

-tears burning his eyes as he pulled away for air

-"i love you." chuuya whispered and he knew that this

-this would be the happiest moment of his life

-he LOVES clingy people

-once you move in with him (or him with you. He doesn’t mind either way) he finds himself falling much further in love then he thought possible

-want cuddles?

-god yes

-reading together with his head on your lap?

-please play with his hair

-he’s also a terrible cook

-terrible awful cook

-if you enjoy cooking you’ll need to forcibly keep him out of the kitchen to stop him from ruining your meal

-if you just want to have fun and make a mess?

-he’s your guy

-“belladonna! Look! The eggs stick to the ceiling!”

“Osamu no”

-like Chuuya he enjoys talking walks

-his walks are much less peaceful however

-he likes to talk about whatever’s on his mind as he walks

-though frankly he enjoys listening to you blabber much more

-insists on movie date nights

-he picks the movie one week and you pick the movie the next week and so on and so forth

-his movies are typically tragic love stories

-you asked him why one day and all he did was smile and shake his head

-“there are some secrets I’d rather keep, Belladonna.”

-eventually you wrote it off as another mystery about Dazai Osamu

-it takes a long time before he lets you change his bandages

-the entire time hes smiling sadly and refusing to make eye contact

-(your fingers are so smooth compared to his. he’ll never forget the feeling of your fingers tracing the new bandages, making sure they fit right)

-now unlike Chuuya he has put a lot of thought into marriage

-he’s fantasized about it for years but always wrote it off as a pipe dream

-though his dream marriage isn’t really anything official

-he thinks ‘love’ is something that you can’t put on display or into a certificate

-when the two of you get serious he’s very clear about this dream of his

-to his surpise (and joy!) you smiled and kissed his cheek telling him you’re okay with that

-if you want a big wedding dazai will compromise for two weddings

-one thats incredibly low effort, just the two of you drinking wine and getting lost

-and the other thats everything youve ever dreamed of

-in fact during his vows for the ‘second’ wedding he’ll grab your hands and look out towards the audience

-”they told me if you love them so much, i should just marry them. so i did! twice.”

-about half a year after the wedding the two of you were lying in bed

-you were half-asleep and dazai smiled softly

-”belladonna, did i ever answer your question?”

-”wha?”

-”i watched them so often because i wanted to remind myself that we’d have a happy ending.”

-you looked at him through sleepy eyes, confusion lacing your expression as he kissed your forehead

-”osamu...”

-”sleep, belladonna. i’ll remind you in the morning.”

-and as you quickly drifted off to sleep he finally felt the stress in his shoulders dissolve

-”a happy ending...” he muttered to himself

-(though, he feels any ending that includes you loving him was the happiest ending he could get)

-he went further into the sheets and let his eyes close

-maybe... maybe he’ll get the story he never thought he deserved

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deanstop13billyjoeltraxx · 4 years

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Superposition

a deancas college roommate-AU

Chapter 7 is up on AO3! Chapter-by-chapter masterlist here.

The Gift of Memory’s an Awful Curse

Dean woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He didn’t even bother to check the caller ID before answering with a groggy “Hello?”

“Dean.” It was Bobby’s voice on the other line. “How you feelin’?”

“Fan-friggin’-tastic.”

“Don’t be a baby,” Bobby chastised. “The guy who drove you to the hospital came by the shop yesterday, told me what the doctor said.” Dean groaned. “You’re not comin’ back in until Thursday, you hear?”

“Come on, Bobby,” Dean protested, rubbing his eyes with a free hand. “Honestly, I’m already feelin’ loads better.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” Bobby deadpanned. “No, you stay at home and get some rest. I can hold the fort for a week.”

“Whatever you say, old man. Hey, have you looked at Ca- at the guy’s car?”

“Barely. But, seein’ as it’s an old Honda, my best guess is valves are bent.” Bobby was quiet for a moment, then, “Dean, the guy told me his name was Cas Novak.”

Dean closed his eyes, silently begging the powers that be to grant him strength. “Weird name.”

Bobby snorted. “So you’re tellin’ me that’s not the same Cas Novak you met at WSU? The same one you brought home for Christmas? Well, that’s mighty strange, considerin’ he looks exactly like —”

“All right, all right,” Dean said. “Yes, it’s him. Why are we talking about this, anyway?”

“Just wonderin’.”

“Is Ellen still comin’ down for Christmas?” Dean asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from Castiel.

“She called this mornin’, said she and Jo’d be here on the 23rd.”

Ellen and Jo were family, mutual friends of John and Bobby. Since Dean could remember, John had been sending him and Sam back home to Lawrence to spend Christmas with Bobby. He didn’t realize until he was older that it was less “go have fun with your Uncle Bobby,” and more “I can’t stand the holidays and would like to be unconscious for most of them.” A few years before his dad died, when Dean was maybe fifteen, the Harvelle’s started joining them. It became a tradition, the Harvelle-Singer-Winchester Christmas affair.

“I can’t wait to see ‘em,” Dean said, smiling up at the ceiling.

“Yeah, well. When’s Sam gettin’ in?”

“Tonight,” Dean replied. He looked at his watch. Was it really already noon? “‘Round eight, I think.”

“Damn, am I excited to see that boy,” Bobby said. “Well, you two head down here when he’s done gettin’ settled. He’s finally old enough to have a few beers.”

Dean rubbed his mouth for a moment. “Bobby,” he said, “he’s not even gonna be here. Well, he is, but he’s hangin’ out with some girl in friggin’ Kansas City after Christmas.”

“Good for him. ‘Bout damn time, too, he hasn’t even mentioned a girl since that Ruby broke his heart when he was sixteen.”

Dean thought he was going to explode. Was he the only one who saw how cosmically wrong this whole thing was?

“Right,” he grumbled. “Well, I gotta go to the store, get some actual food in the house.” Dean pretty much lived off of ham sandwiches and the occasional fast food burger. “I’ll see you later.”

Dean stood up, testing the waters of movement. He didn’t immediately feel like vomiting, and the room didn’t start spinning, both good signs. Turning on the light in the kitchen, he noticed he still had a mild light-sensitivity, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Satisfied, he grabbed his keys and the sunglasses Cas had given him, and headed out the door.

As he drove to the Wal-Mart at the edge of town, he wondered idly if he would see Cas again. Dean supposed, at the very least, he might see Cas when he and Bobby had his car fixed. Unless Bobby fixed it before Dean got back to work. He snorted at the thought. That was unlikely.

Thinking about Cas led Dean to thinking about his final days in Wichita, as it always did. He didn’t remember most of that May, or the rest of the year, for that matter. He’d spent the nights drunk and the days endlessly hungover. Dean couldn’t remember going to a single class after his father died in January.

What Dean could remember, what he always remembered, was Cas. Cas waiting for him to return from whatever dorm party he had found, Cas forcing him to drink water, Cas taking his vomit-stained clothes to the laundromat. Cas bandaging his hand after he punched the brick wall of their dorm room one too many times. Cas holding him as he cried.

A honk startled Dean from his thoughts, and he realized he was sitting at a light that had obviously been green for far too long. He sped forward. Maybe he wasn’t okay to drive.

Dean groaned as he pulled into the parking lot. It was packed. He wasn’t sure what he expected — Christmas was little more than a week away. Shit. He had been so busy in the shop that he had forgotten to buy a single gift. Bobby was easy — a fifth of Maker’s Mark and new trucker cap would be enough to bring tears to his eyes. Sam was more difficult; he lived in a different world. Dean thought he remembered that Sam liked Lord of the Rings in high school…

The year before, Dean had written him a check for ten thousand dollars, with “college” written in the memo. Sam had tried to give it back after realizing that was essentially Dean’s entire savings account, built up from working at Singer Auto Repair during the day and bartending the college joints at night. Two years straight. When Dean refused to take it back, saying, “You go and you get a damn degree, all right?”, Sam hugged him until he couldn’t breathe. Dean smiled at the memory. No way he was outdoing himself this year.

Dean picked up the basics from Wal-Mart — eggs, milk, some salad kits for Sam, a couple bags of coffee, some orange juice. He felt like a douchebag, wearing the sunglasses inside, but the fluorescents were unbearable. He grabbed two six-packs of beer to bring to Bobby’s, then surreptitiously added a pack of hard seltzers for his apartment, because, hey, he liked to switch it up.

Dean paid for his groceries and headed to the liquor store to pick up the whiskey for Bobby. Upon seeing a case of boozy eggnog, he couldn’t help remembering his first and only Thanksgiving in Wichita. They downed two pints of the stuff while watching It’s a Wonderful Life. Dean teased that maybe Cas, with his angelic namesake, was his Clarence. Then he fashioned a halo out of toilet paper and they laughed until their ribs hurt.

Dean grabbed a pint at the last second. For good measure.

Sam arrived at Dean’s apartment just after eight, and, Kansas City be damned, Dean was beyond happy to see him. Sam coughed out a laugh as Dean whacked him on the back in the midst of a hug.

“‘S good to see you, Sammy,” Dean said, radiating warmth. “Let’s go, Bobby’s itchin’ to give you a beer.”

Dean let Sam drive the Impala to Bobby’s, peppering him with questions about UT the whole time. Sam gushed about his pre-law classes, which Dean tolerated only because he had just gotten home.

“How’s your head?” Sam asked when he had finished nerding out.

“Fine,” Dean replied. “Fluorescents still make it hurt like a bitch, but honestly, I’m fine.”

Sam turned into the shop parking lot, the windows of Bobby’s apartment above providing the only light against the dark. “Hey, you never really answered my question yesterday.”

“What question?”

“That guy, who drove you to the hospital,” Sam said, carefully. “Was it Cas?”

Dean shut his eyes, willing himself against getting out and slamming the door behind him. He was not looking forward to this conversation. “Yeah. It was Cas.”

“He’s back?”

“No. I don’t know, man, he’s on his way to Kansas City for some big boy job.”

“Did you guys… You know…”

Dean gave him an incredulous look. “What, did we kiss and make up like some Hallmark movie?”

“Dean —”

“Sam, just leave it,” he growled. “Come on. Bobby’s waitin’.” The kid had been home for thirty minutes, and he was already giving Dean a headache.

Bobby greeted them with the biggest smile Dean had ever seen him wear. He pulled Sam into a tearful hug and clapped Dean on the shoulder. The three made their way to the kitchen.

Dean was driving, and still concussed, so he contented himself with a diet Coke and a few slices of the pizza Bobby had ordered while Bobby got beers for Sam and himself. Sam asked how the shop was going, earning about ten minutes of Bobby begrudgingly praising Dean for all his hard work. Dean fidgeted in his seat, face flamed from the compliments, doing his best to insist that it was a team effort, really. Sam beamed at him.

Dean changed the subject, prompting Sam to tell them both about college, despite having already heard the spiel on the drive over. Dean let his mind wander while Sam talked.

Bobby had been the one to call when Dean’s father had died. Dean remembered, it was the Monday after his nineteenth birthday, a snowy January morning. Classes had been cancelled, so he and Cas were watching Dead Poets Society in their room to celebrate.

“Wait, pause it, I gotta take this. Hey, Bobby! How’s it goin’?”

“Dean, I hate to be the one to tell you this. John…”

“Dad? What’s wrong?”

“He’s dead, son. I’m sorry.”

Dean had dropped his cell phone on the floor. It shattered.

Dean remembered emptying his school backpack and filling it with clothes, his toothbrush, some shampoo. He walked straight to the Impala, his hands shaking, tears clouding his vision.

“Dean. Dean! What happened?”

“I gotta go, Cas. I’ll explain everything later.”

“Dean, the roads — we have class!”

“Screw the roads and screw class. Family emergency.”

He’d made it to Lawrence in record time.

He hadn’t even told Bobby he was coming, but he was waiting for Dean anyway. He found out that John had had one too many at the bar that night, but insisted on driving home, anyway. He ran into a tree going sixty, died on impact. Sam had been spending the night with a friend. Bobby drove him down to Amarillo, where John had been working one of his odd-jobs that was sure to dead-end when he started leaving beer bottles on site. Dean didn’t speak the whole way there, not until they picked Sammy up. Sam was crying. Dean wished he could cry, too. He felt like he was going to fracture into a million pieces. But he’d felt that before. Not this bad, never this bad, but broken all the same. He did what he always did. He hugged Sammy tight and told him it was going to be okay, everything is going to be okay.

The next thirty-six hours were spotty. A small funeral, just the three of them. Dean telling Bobby he wasn’t going back to school, he had to take care of Sam. Bobby staring daggers. He’d take care of Sam, Dean would finish that degree if it was the last thing he did. An argument, the only time Bobby had ever yelled at him. Dean and Sam sitting on the couch, sharing headphones and listening to Black Sabbath. Bobby pushing him out the door. Driving back to Wichita, numb.

The painful memory was interrupted when Bobby said his name.

“...We’d love to meet her, right Dean?”

Dean shook his head and blinked. “What?”

“Sam’s girl,” Bobby supplied. Sam blushed, looking at Dean.

“What about her?” Dean grumbled.

“I was gonna bring her around,” Sam said.

Dean wanted to be righteously angry with Sam for not telling him sooner, and for dipping out on him at the first sight of something better. But the kid just looked so damn hopeful.

He let out a long-suffering sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’d love to meet her.”

They stayed at Bobby’s until midnight, reminiscing about past Christmases, the years Sam and Dean spent under Bobby’s roof. Eventually, Bobby whined about being too old to stay up so late, and that was their cue. Sam was properly tipsy, and Dean was exhausted. They bade each other good night, and Dean and Sam headed home.

Dean didn’t bother putting on music for the fifteen-minute drive. The Impala was silent as Dean drove, watching the yellow streetlights pass.

“Dean,” Sam said, “What’s up with you today?”

He was talking with the level of verve only achievable through alcohol. Dean gripped the steering wheel a little harder. Drunk people always asked too many questions.

“Nothing.”

“No, no, no, man.” Sam waved his hand for emphasis. “You’re messed up. You’ve been messed up. You know what —” he shifted upright in his seat “—you gotta talk to Cas.”

“I’m not gonna do that,” Dean said shortly.

“Why not?” Sam demanded.

“I’m just not, okay? Jesus. You need to go to sleep.”

“Not true,” Sam argued. “Listen, I know that he left or whatever, but I’m sure he had a good reason, you know, and you loved him, Dean —”

Dean slammed on the brakes. The Impala screeched to a halt as the light in front of them turned red.

“What?” He asked in a low voice. “What did you say?”

Sam scoffed at him. “I mean, you weren’t trying to hide it or anything.”

“Sam,” Dean warned. “Stop talking. I mean it.”

“I’m just saying, the way you talked about him, the way you two were at Christmas, I’m pretty sure nothing he could have done —”

Dean punched the steering wheel. The Impala’s horn sounded. Sam looked at him in shock. The light was green. Dean took a deep breath and hit the gas, both hands gripping the wheel for dear life, now.

“We’re done talking about this,” Dean said.

He felt like he was having deja vu. After Cas left school, just after spring break, Bobby had called Dean to see how he was getting on. He’d put Sam on the phone. Sam was only fourteen, but already smart as hell, sometimes able to see through Dean’s bullshit.

“How’s Cas?”

“He’s a shithead, that’s how he is.”

“Dean, what? I thought —”

“Yeah, well, stop thinking. Fucker is gone. Guess he found someplace better to be.”

“What happened?”

“Fuck if I know. But this is the last time I’m talking about that son of a bitch.”

Dean pulled up to his apartment, anger and regret swirling in his head. He shouldn’t have yelled at Sam. He knew that. But Sam — well, sober Sam — knew better than to bring up Cas in any capacity.

Sam exited the Impala silently. Dean’s outburst must have been enough to shatter the alcoholic haze. Dean locked the doors and led Sam up to his door.

“What’s that?” Sam asked.

Dean looked up from fumbling with his keys. There was a brown paper bag taped to his door, his name written on the front in clean, capital letters.

“No clue,” Dean replied, ripping the bag off the door. He unlocked the door and headed straight for the bedroom.

“Dean, come on,” Sam started, but Dean interrupted him.

“We can talk about it in the morning. Get some rest,” he grumbled.

Dean closed the bedroom door and set the bag down on his bed. He took off his jacket. Shed his t-shirt. Unlaced his boots. Splashed some water on his face. Brushed his teeth. Traded his jeans for sweatpants.

Finally, when he could avoid it no longer, he opened the bag.

Inside was… the Tombstone DVD. Dean picked it up, brow furrowed. He opened it, and the disk was there, along with a Starbucks napkin, tucked into the left side. This, too, had his name in that same, clean script. He unfolded the napkin, and read:

DEAN—

I WAS IN THE AREA THIS EVENING, SO I STOPPED BY TO SEE HOW YOU WERE FEELING, BUT YOU WERE OUT. YOU GAVE THIS TO ME IN COLLEGE. IT’S ABOUT TIME I RETURNED IT TO YOU.

IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, FEEL FREE TO CALL.

—CAS

Cas had written his phone number below the note. Dean frowned as he looked at the DVD once more. That dumbass. Dean had given it to him, it had been a gift. If this was some sort of peace offering, it was crap. He grabbed his phone and punched in the number.

DW (12:52 am)

movie was a gift, u keep those

DW (12:53 am)

but i guess u don’t want shit from me anymore

He knew he was being a dick, but, well, Cas had been a dick first. And it was late, anyway. Cas was probably already asleep. He didn’t expect a response tonight. Actually, he didn’t expect any response, at any time. He threw his phone on the pillow and got up to turn out the lights.

Dean flopped into bed, but was surprised to feel his phone buzz.

CN (12:55 am)

Apologies. I did not intend to upset you.

Dean squinted in consternation. Why was Cas even awake — wasn’t he some capital-A-adult, now? He was an accountant, with a job at an honest-to-god accounting firm. Shouldn’t he eat his BLT for dinner and be in bed by eight p.m.? Dean snorted at his own mental image.

He didn’t bother to respond, finding nothing more to say. He laid back down in bed, but his thoughts were too loud for sleep. He stared at the ceiling fan. It offered no advice.

Dean sighed. He was pissed. At Sam, at Cas, at himself. Still at his dad, always at his dad. So he did what he always did when he had nowhere to direct the anger.

“You motherfucker,” he whispered to the fan. “You waltz in here, with your college degree and your cushy office job. You drive me to the hospital and pretend you care. Well, guess what, you’re not allowed to care. You left, okay? We were friends, we were… We were family. I needed you, but you didn’t care then. So you can’t care now. You don’t get to come back here and remind me of everything I almost had. Fuck you. In every possible language, fuck you, man.”

The pressure behind his eyes lessened. The anger was still there, still burning beneath the surface, but this was enough for now. A temporary catharsis. A way to keep his sanity. He didn’t believe in God — couldn’t, really, after everything — but this was the closest thing he had to a prayer. He’d started after John died, after he’d realized that burying the guilt and the sadness in alcohol was killing him. When Sam got the scholarship to UT, he’d done it again, voicing the jealousy and fear that he’d never allow himself in the daylight. He didn’t know if it was healthy, but he also didn’t care. It kept him going. He could walk into work every day with a smirk on his face, call Sammy and crack jokes, flirt with female customers after he changed their oil. Screaming into the void kept the “passed-out drunk” nights to a minimum. It kept him from becoming his father.

His only lifeline. He was not, would never be, John Winchester.

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tagging @nguyenxtrang :)))

#destiel #supernatural #destiel fanfic #superposition

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sun-flower-children · 5 years

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Hello Little One

Taehyung x male reader ( some jungkook x Taehyung )

supernatural au where y/n is taehyung’s guardian angel and tae is going through a hard time and really needs a friend. During the summer between their sophomore (11) and junior(12) years in high school. angst + fluff

The summer vacation began and the two best friends wanted to spend the first day together. Today's plan was to stay indoors but tomorrow they were going to do a ton of things outside. Nevertheless, they had games, snacks, and entertainment prepared for the day. This was also going to be a sleepover. It was still early in the morning, around nine when Taehyung was dropped off at Jungkook's house for their day. His mother helped him pull id bags out of the back, kissed him on the head, and left for work. To get up to Jungkook's huge house, one needed to first climb a set of stairs that were essentially cement blocks stuck into indents made in the hill. There was a specific one that would always trip Taehyung up. His backpack and duffel bag were considerably heavy, prepared with things for the two of them to do for the next five days, Taehyung was wobbling a bit already. Struggling to get up the stairs, that single block tripped him over. TAehyung felt the rush of wind and the weight of the luggage on his falling figure. He was just beginning to brace for impact when...nothing happened. Taehyung opened his eyes and saw that he was standing on the block that came after the wobbly one.

He sighed and continued, even though he specifically remembers never going up to step that block. This sort of thing wasn't new, but that didn't make Taehyung any less inquisitive. The first time this happened was in the first grade on his way to school. Taehyung was allowed to walk by himself because their home was not very far from the academic grounds. He was walking merrily when crossing the street, he tripped and fell. This normally would have been nothing but no one noticed due to the swarm of children crowding that specific walkway. The teacher on the other end ushered what she thought was all of the kids to the sidewalk when suddenly a huge truck at high speed started honking. She looked back at the road, and saw Taehyung, but didn't move for fear that some other child would run out to try and save time. She started yelling at him to move and run to her as fast as he could, but he was too focused on putting his toy back into his backpack. It happened so fast, the whoosh of the truck, the scream of women and children around the crosswalk, and the clang of metal. The teacher rushed to him to make sure that he was alright, and saw that not only was he alive, but he had gotten away with only one long scratch on his elbow. Taehyung who was laying down started babbling about an angle coming down to save him. No one believed him of course, so he told his grandmother. Naturally, she hugged him, kissed his head, and set him on her lap. She explained that yes, angels are real, and yes, Taehyung has an exceptionally strong guardian angel because of how kind and caring he is. The next day at school Taehyung would tell everyone that a big angel came down and saved him but all the other kids and teachers laughed, they didn't make fun of him, but they didn't believe him either.

Taehyung subconsciously rubbed his scar on his right elbow, a nervous habit of his. Finally making it up the last step, he knocked on the door. Jungkook's mother answered the door, happily welcoming him into the house. Taehyung heard the familiar thumping of feet running down the stairs to be tackled by the younger of the two. Laughing, they walked up to Jungkook's room and dropped all of his stuff into the corner of the room.

" What do you want to do first?"

" How about we roll for it?"

Jungkook rolled a six and Taehyung rolled a four, so Jungkook got to choose. He laid back onto his bed frame and scratched his head.

" Mom said we have to go outside at least, like, once so... let's go out now. Do you have cash on you?"

Taehyung nodded and ruffled through his duffel bag to reveal his wallet.

" You can take pictures of me, this one time. You know, for the gram."

Jungkook smiled and Taehyung followed suit. They changed into more stylish fits, prepped their bags and headed out. These two loved fashion and photography so they would help each other's Instagram's out. They weren't as fashion conscious as their upperclassman friend, Jung Hoseok, but they were good looking when they wanted to be. During the more stressful part of the school year, Jungkook and he would wear sweatpants but grab their fellow student's attention. They hung out downtown, going through stores and taking pictures of themselves or one another. They slowly made their way out of the busy shopping plazas and into the lounging part of town then into the large park. They sat down on a bench and talked about everything that best friends talk about. Identity, existentialism, sexuality, society, etc. They kept on talking until they realized it was six pm. They had easily spent fourteen hours together but the two always needed more. Both of them stood up and walked back to Jungkook's house. Somehow they had stumbled across the topic of sexuality. Taehyung came out to Jungkook freshman year as gay and made him promise to tell no one unless he said so.

" Jungkook do you think if I would go to hell even if everything else I did was good? "

Taehyung stopped walking and looked at Jungkook, awaiting his response. Jungkook had taken five more steps until he realized that his BFF was no longer next to him. Turning around he smiled.

" Taehyung, I am pretty sure you're God's favorite child by now. I don't think you would ever go to hell. Also, you are too pretty to be down there."

" You think I'm pretty?"

" I think you're lots of things Taehyung."

Jungkook couldn't help but blush a bit with his blurted comment, but seeing Taehyung smile again made it worth it. Taehyung jogged up to were Jungkook was and grabbed his hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

" I think you got it backward Kookie. You are the cute and pretty one of us too."

Jungkook's face was red at this point and couldn't make eye contact with Taehyung. They made it back home before it was absolutely dark and changed back into more comfortable clothes so they could seriously play some games. Taehyung brought his gaming laptop and he and Jungkook played Overwatch, Rainbow 6 and a few other games together until they realized that it was dark outside.

They opted for a movie and brought some snacks with them onto the couch. Naturally, they watched some horror movies and tried to scare the crap out of each other time and time again. They took a break from it and watched some epic gamer youtube videos of Pewdiepie playing Minecraft and they were inspired to play too. Literally, five minutes in and Taehyung was running away from zombies the best he could because he forgot to make a crafting table.

" Minecraft is scarier than It. You heard it first here kids."

Jungkook who had been lucky enough to make a bed was laughing at the mess that Taehyung was throwing himself in. They played for another twenty minutes when Jungkook remember that they had an ouija board in the basement. They came up with the brilliant plan of going down to the basement and talk to a spirit through the ouija board. Grabbing flashlights because the lights sometimes didn't work, the put on jackets and made their merry way down the stairs to the " basement". The word basement brings the image of a dark, cold, gray image to mind but because Jungkook's family was rich, their " basement" had hard work floors, proper furniture, a large television, and other things like a bar and billiards. It was another family room when guests came but the lights were too faulty for them to use it like that all the time. They sat down next to the couch and opened it up, placing everything exactly where the instructions said to put them. Placing their hands onto the moving piece, they waited and hoped that something would move it. And at the same time, they wish nothing would happen.

Just as that thought crossed both of their minds, the piece began moving. It began spelling nonsense, no real words or sentences were formed but then they saw that words came into meaning. What was before was probably another language and now it was becoming understandable. At first it was things like " How are you." and " When is it." that quickly changed to threats of " I will kill you when you sleep." and " You can't hide.". This was starting to really freak out the two of them so they let go and the piece still kept moving. Spelling out more and more dangerous threats the lights that were on now was off and their flashlights refused to work.

Panic ensued and as they were trying to find each other in the dark they each felt something new in the room. A new presence. There was something or someone else in there with them. They were not prepared to deal with a problem like this. Sure Jungkook joked about bringing holy water, but now he felt like maybe bringing it would not have been such a bad idea at all. Then they appeared. Those eyes. Like two dangerous orbs floating in the dark, they stared at Jungkook and Taehyung. Then it spoke. It's voice husky and in pain bringing upon fear and even more panic on the two of them. There was no language that they could guess because it was probably one of the monster's own. They felt the steps being taken before them, bring that entity closer and closer. The lights quickly turned on and the monster that it revealed was not what the two of them were picturing. It was the body of an old man but it was so torn apart the only thing left intact was the face. The eye sockets empty but for the two orbs, glowing in the cavern. It was like there was another body growing from inside what was that man. Bones and other things were moving underneath the skin and sprouting out to become a new arm or wing.

Just as it was ready to swing its arm at Taehyung, something bright entered the room. It was a glorious kind of light that radiated warmth and joy. Because of this light both Jungkook and Taehyung had to look away because of how brilliant it was. There was a scream, a most terrible and hair raising scream that had erupted out of the creature. Taehyung had to cover his ears and try to muffle that noise but it didn't help. Then the normal room light turned back on and the gleaming on dimmed. Teahyung rubbed his eyes to see what had happened. To both of their surprise, there was another otherworldly creature standing there. With beautiful (H/C) hair and shining (E/C) eyes that met Taehyung's stare with a smile. There in the middle of Jungkooks basement stood a creature they have never seen before, even in their fantasy games. They numerous wings of gold and strewn around them precious gems and the holy crown with a float around it's head also was adorned with the same stones. The garment it was wearing was a sort of robe with different beautifully woven sheer fabrics around its arms and waist. Its feet were not even touching the floor, levitating above the ground making it look even more ethereal that it already was. The skin of the creature glowed from underneath, a radiant healthy glow of love and happiness. There were bracelets rings on both of the hands adorned in gold and more rare jewels. Their presence was so very there because of their beauty and because of the height of them. Making it from the floor to the ceiling.

"Little one you know better than to play games like these. You never know what could possess these things."

The creature moved towards Taehyung and pet his hair. The creature smiled some more before addressing the other human in the room. Jungkook jumped when he saw the creature looking at him.

" U-um, sir? What are you? Are you going to hurt us?"

Jungkook couldn't help but ask. Taehyung was just standing there jaw dropped staring at this being that had entered his home somehow.

" My name is (Y/N) and I am a guardian angel. I have been assigned Kim Taehyung as a protector for life. And you are Jung Jungguk naturally."

" You're an angel? Like that's all real? oh, my g-"

Jungkook looked up at the angel again and gulped, realising that he needed to sit down. (Y/N) sat them both down and explained what had happened to them. Their game, on of the incredibly rare few, was actually possessed by a medium-tier demon who had contaminated the spirit of an old man that wandered the woods a few miles from that house peacefully. The demon saw the game as a chance to drain them of their life force to gain more strength in the mortal realm. As (Y/N) explained to them the entire ordeal, neither could process what was happening. They were basically being revealed the truth about the universe and there was no way that they could ever believe anything else after today. Taehyung raised his hand.

" Yes, little one?"

" Did you save me from the car accident when I was younger!", Taehyung yelled. He wanted to come across as confident but he was too intimidated by his guardian angel to say anything.

" Yes, I did. Something I had to fight for the right to do, but don't fear, it's past us now."

" Does that mean that you will have to explain this to um.. the Big Guy?"

(Y/N) laughed. It was more like the sound of silver twinkling bells with the dainty clinking of falling gems. The sweet noise was melodic and soothing to their ears. Jungkook, who was drained in every level, flopped down onto his back trying to grasp what is going on.

" Yes, sort of. I do not assume my physical form often and I do not need to see him speak to him. I am from a plane of being where time and scientific laws do not apply to us."

Taehyung gaped at (Y/N). This was the person that had saved his life numerous time and kept him safe.

" Oh, I almost forgot! I need to leave soon. If there is anything you need to ask, ask now."

(Y/N) stood up and glided a few paces in front of the couch. Turning around he knew that Jungkook had a question.

" No, guardian angels do not watch every single second but take note of what you do. Especially...the sort of thing humans your age begin to do. We generally look away. And, Yes Jungkook you have one as well. He is very caring and takes care of you well."

(Y/N) reached a handout and cupped Taehyung's face. Taehyung smiled feeling the somehow familiar warmth of his face. (Y/N) leaned over and kissed Taehyung on the nose. Before letting go there is one more thing you should know little one before I go." he whispered. Taehyung nodded waiting for the answer." Your grandmother wants you to know that she loves you very very much and that she is incredibly proud of everything you have done. She wishes she could be with you and help you grow into the gentlemen you will become. " Taehyung couldn't help but cry. He and his grandmother had shared a special connection and this message meant too much to him to keep inside. He just nodded again.

" Goodbye to the both of you. And may the father, the son and the holy spirit always be with you."

And in a flurry of gold and light, the sound of air wooshing past feathers, and the crack of lightning...(Y/N) was gone. They turned to each other with wide eyes.

" You saw that two right? I wasn't hallucinating."

" Like the angel? and everything? I can't believe this!"

It took a while for it to settle in but they took no time at all getting rid of the game and swearing to never do anything like that again. They ran back up to Jungkook's room and played some games. The pair of friends temporarily forgot about the demon and the angel while playing video games. After eating dinner and sitting at Jungkook's bed, Jungkook noticed something.

" Hey, Taehyung you have something on your nose?"

" Huh? What is it?"

" It's a mole! Did you have a mole on your nose before?"

"No I don't have one but...(Y/N) kissed me on my nose."

" You're joking. You have an angel mark on your nose! Ha!"

" Shut up!"

The two boys went back to playing games and enjoying their vacation, but they never forgot the night in the basement where they met an angel that saved their lives.

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#bts x male reader #bts x reader #v x reader #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #x male reader #supernatural au #x male reader au #bts smut #bts fluff #vkook #fluff #bts imagine #bts oneshot

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timetrickster · 4 years

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For the drabbles ask :: Nurse Me & Invite Me w/ my main girl, Mirabelle from my Gold Crown wip ! & you can choose to write both prompts together or separately & w/ whoever you want in your wip ✨ Have fun !

Universe Designation: 625

Location: Basil

It was night time in this seaport town, the sweet smell of saltwater rode on the breezing winds. Justin ran through the darkened alleyways of the town, carrying an unconscious woman. Pale and hair colored deep grey ash. His hands were bloody, as the crimson red liquid was seeping through her clothes. An open wound on the surface of her flesh, opened by a thin blade. His heart racing, having to act fast and quick as the situation turned dire.

“Enoch, teleport me now!” He shouted aloud.

A light envelopes them and teleports them back to the Eternity.

“Enoch prepare the Med-Bay.”

Rushing through the hallways of the enormous ship, the two enter the Med-Bay. Setting her down in a bed, pressing the screen by the side, a flash of light scans her.

“You’ve managed to get her on the ship on time. She’s nearly lost a lot of blood.”

“Prepare the Bio-Printer.”

“I need a sample of her DNA in order to re-stitch her skin.”

Justin places his still wet and bloody red hands on a tray near the wall. It inserts itself into the wall, stepping back to allow Enoch to do her work. Justin cleans himself off, washing his hands of the red liquid.

“DNA processing complete, beginning procedure.”

A thin pole of light aimed at the wound, slowly beginning to erase the cut like it was a drawing on paper. He took a sigh of relief and pushed himself against the wall then slide down to letting himself fall.

“Thank God.” He said. “An adventure to a new universe and I’m already saving someone.” He begins to groan out his stress, “Just once, I would like to vacation properly?”

Looking over toward the girl, he asked Enoch aloud. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“She will, some rest will do her some good.”

“Good.”

“Captain, rest was also a suggestion for you.”

“I’ll stay up for a bit. I have to make sure her shop is okay from those pirates.”

“Well, another endless night for the Time Trickster.”

Justin laughed at his given nickname, “Night, Enoch.”

It was morning now, Mirabelle had woken up from her long sleep. Finding herself in something all too unfamiliar.

“What palace is this?” She said to herself.

Wandering the hallways of lights, shining mirrors, and endless corridors. She found herself on the bridge of the ship, seeing the mysterious stranger that appeared in her shop just yesterday. He was tinkering with tools and weapons unfamiliar to her. Was he a fellow Magician? She wondered. The last she saw he stood his own against three pirates, a hulking earth smasher, a fast fire puncher, and a quick blade water pirate.

He was okay and not a single scratch on him. She checked her chest from her wound from Quickblade, only to find it perfectly healed. Her thoughts were firing, questioning, wondering, who this, mysterious stranger was. Her first instinct was to be a little weary and hostile. There was no earth or rock around so using gold magic was her only choice.

She breathed in and closed her eyes, once she released, her eyes opened. Her grey pupils turning into glowing gold. The surge of pain began to rise in her, as a bow manifested in her hand. Its physical shape was shining underneath the lights of this palace. She held her bow in the right position and pulled back the string.

Aimed at this blue-coated stranger, she walked out from the corner of the hallway and yelled.

“Who are you?!”

Her aim was true and her hands were steady, he didn’t seem phased.

“Just, calm down. No ones here to hurt you.”

The pain of using this powerful form of magic was increasing every second she held onto the string of her bow. The striking power of the arrow began to strengthen, leading her to grip the bow tighter and wince. She accidentally released the string, thus firing the arrow at the blue stranger. Her eyes widened from worry, not meaning to fire but the use of this magic was too painful to handle.

The next thing she witnessed completely stunned her. He catches the golden arrow with one hand. He snapped the arrow in two causing it to disappear.

“How did you?! What are you?!” She asked.

She was completely at a loss for words, as this stranger was able to withstand the power of Gold Magic. No one was capable of such a feat unless he earned mastery over the magic. Seeing a plant on his desk in the room behind her, she rushes toward it. It was strangely unique, Its petals were like any quartz you’d ever seen. Dark purple with cracks of green within it. It looked like a star…

Justin was immediately concerned, as he knew what she held was dangerous.

“Put that flower down, it’s dangerous!”

With her earth magic, she waved her hand over the flower but a new sensation was felt. She had absorbed the dormant power within this object of nature. The tips of her fingers slowly began to turn to crystal clear diamond, freaking her out. This new sensation was magic, foreign magic she’d never seen or felt before. She fainted from the overbearing stress of the gold magic lingering on and this new surge of unknown magic power.

Her golden bow vanished from sight, Justin sighed, then walked over to her. Removing the power and returned it to remain in the flower. He picked her up and carry her back into the Med-Bay.

A few hours had gone by, she woke up but this time with Justin in the other bed waiting for her to wake up.

“You’re up. Good.”

“Hi, did I faint?”

“You did.” He laughed a little in the awkwardness in the room.

She sat up and began to stand on her own, waiting for an explanation.

“What are you? Who are you”

“Let me take it from the top.” He briefly paused. “Hello, my name is Justin. I’m an alien time traveler. Nice to meet you, Mira.”

“Alien Time Traveler?” Mira said. “You’re a man from the stars?!” She felt surprised.

Her first time meeting someone that left stardust in his wake. “You’re actually from the stars?!” Mira had baffled written on her face.

He got a kick out of it when people are surprised to learn he is an alien.

“I am.”

“What were you doing in Basil?”

“Traveling. I’m a traveler, new things to see, new things to experience. Interesting people to meet.” He said. “Wanna come with me?”

“What?”

“Come travel with me. I’m in a new world, Id love to have a friend and a tour guide.”

She felt reluctant at first, a meeting a man from the stars was big but now he’s offering to travel this world with him.

“I- I don’t know what to say. This is all so fast, it has been a strange day.”

“Take your time. Breathe, do whatever it is you need to do.” He told her.

“I need to let my apprentice know ill be gone.”

“Of course.”

She felt the palace rumble beneath her feet,

“Enoch, ya heard the lady.”

The Eternity lands in front of Mira’s apprentices home. She knocked on her door and her apprentice Lia answered.

“Mira?”

“I’m gonna be traveling for a while, protect Basil while I’m gone.”

She ran away before Lia could get another word in, she looked up to see her teacher waving at her from a flying ship. Now off to venture to explore the world she lived-in, set off for fun, thrills, and a whole lot of potential fighting with her new friend, Justin the Alien.

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hellas-himself · 5 years

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Crack Ship Holidays

Halloween Pt. 1- Cassian x Feyre

My cellphone falls to the floor and I groan, blindly reaching for it in the dark. Was it really five-thirty already? I tap the screen until the cursed alarm goes silent. I slide out of bed, taking the pillow and blanket with me and once my bare legs hit the cold floor, I shoot to my feet and toss my phone on the bed.

It was only October and the damned apartment was a freezer. But I have to shower; I have mascara and eye liner smeared on my face, my hair looks like a rat’s nest after all the hairspray I’d used and this dress- god this stupid dress. It belongs to Mor, but I haven’t done laundry in over a week and I needed something decent to meet them all in at the bar. It was beautiful, but it was so snug that it left marks all over my skin. And that wasn’t even counting what the strapless bra did to me.

Cursing, I shower quickly, washing my hair under cold water until it turns hot enough that I stop shivering. I blow dry my hair and pass the flat iron over it quickly before hurrying to get dressed. Mindful of where I will be today, I slide into skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. No one is going to see my Halloween socks, which is a tragedy, but at least I have my sweater. I know Mor and Nesta would look at me with disgust if they knew I hadn’t washed this sweater since the last time I’d worn it but it still had Cassian’s cologne. As did his leather jacket that he so conveniently left here after everyone had come over to play cards.

My car takes way too long to start but luckily, I still have enough time to stop for coffee and a bagel before driving to the school. One of Cassian’s friends, another tattoo artist, has a girlfriend that teaches music there. He had mentioned to Cas that they needed an art teacher and my best friend gave them my number. I had been so nervous when he’d told me, to the point that I almost puked. But he had talked me back down to earth and drove me to meet the principal last week. And for now, it’s just volunteering, and I can live with that.

I mentally go down the list of all I have to do when I get there. I have to find and park in the visitor’s section. Go to the front office and hand in my ID and get signed in. Scope out the supplies readily available and set up shop before 9am.

The security guard eyes my bag of art supplies with amusement.

“Carrying a body in there?” he asks in a pathetic attempt at teasing. I force a laugh. If I say what I really want to say, I will ruin this and I cannot fuck this up.

“Good morning, you must be Ms. Archeron,” the secretary says cheerfully. She wasn’t here when I came in last week.

“Is it that obvious?” I ask, reaching into my back pocket for my wallet.

She stands and leans over, as though sharing a secret. “You’ve got a bit of paint on your jeans.”

I look down. “Oh… That happens a lot.”

I set the bag down, taking my license out and sliding it towards her.

“Perfect,” she says. “I’m Briar, by the way.”

I nod, doing my best not to shove my hands into my pockets- a habit I developed thanks to Rhys.

“So, I know we asked for an hour,” Briar says, typing away at the computer. “But some parents handed their forms in late. Do you think you could stay until… eleven?”

“Uh… Yeah. Definitely.”

Briar hands me back my license and then holds out a name badge.

“I’m trying to convince the principal to do something like lanyards but for now, this is what we have.”

I put the sticker on my sweater, mindful of the sparkly bats on my chest. Then, she guides me out of the office and through several hallways until she unlocks the door to a room bigger than my apartment.

“The previous art teacher left it just like this… We’d hoped so much for her to come back, but her husband got deployed and she needed help with her kids. She moved out of state over the summer.”

I set my bag down on a table and start walking around. There was the teacher’s desk with the projector beside it. A shelf that housed various kinds of paints and two enormous paint-stained sinks. The brushes were stored in cups of all kinds, ceramic mugs and plastic cups, glass mason jars. This was heaven.

“So… I’ll leave you to it. The first class begins at 9.”

“Is there an attendance sheet or something?” I ask, suddenly remembering that there was more to this than painting.

Briar giggles, her cheeks flushing pink.

“There’s a book. But don’t worry about that today. I’ll send someone up with a sign in sheet for the kids.”

I nod, taking the leather jacket off.

“Thank you,” I say and she smiles, leaving me to my own devices.

The smell of barbecue is doing nothing to help how hungry I am. I step into the diner and go to my usual seat, waving at the owner who is already telling the cook that I’m here. I sit down with a long sigh, pulling my phone out and checking my messages. Two missed calls from Nesta. A text from Elain in our group chat. 57 messages in the group chat with Rhys, Lucien, Az and Cassian. I roll my eyes and ignore that. Then, there are the calls from unknown numbers, all of them within minutes of each other. I lock my phone and set it down, looking up when the bell at the door rang. My heart does leaps in my chest as Cassian looks my way, breaking into a smile as he walks over.

“Well, if it isn’t the new art teacher,” he says by way of greeting, pulling me in for a bear hug when I get to my feet.

“It was just today,” I remind him, “And hello to you, too.”

He flicks my nose before sitting down across from me. He smirks when he notices that I’m wearing his jacket. He takes off his own and rolls up the sleeves to his shirt.

“How did it go?” he asks, adjusting his watch.

“It was… terrifying.” He raises a brow but I smile. “Kids are fucking scary, Cas… And being responsible for 20 of them at once is just…”

“A nightmare?”

“A dream.”

Cas snorts.

“It’s been too long, Cas. I feel out of practice… But I started them with color theory and having them paint their own wheels… The second class was even bigger and it was just so much fun.”

Cassian is still smiling and I blush, grateful that our food is being placed before us.

“I haven’t seen you smile this much in a while, bunny.”

“I was smiling last night,” I quip, and happily reach for my strawberry milkshake.

“You were drunk.”

“All the same.”

Cassian would normally push the subject, I know, but he only has an hour and a half before he has to go back to the shop. And between proving a point and eating lunch, food will win every time.

“This isn’t over,” he says, stuffing fries into his mouth.

I toss my keys on the little table in the entrance hallway, kicking off my boots as I walk into the apartment. I set my bag down on the floor before I walk across the carpet to open the blinds. I look around the living room and internally kick myself for forgetting that my sisters are coming over today. Last weekend’s beer cans and empty boxes of pizza are still littering the floor and coffee table. Someone’s bra is hanging over the arm rest. Rhys managed to leave his socks under my couch, and as I pick them up, I make a mental note to bring up a ‘strip poker laundry basket’ for them to deposit their clothes when we play. I grab the bra and realize that it’s mine.

I start a load of laundry and wash all the dishes in the sink and around the apartment. Once I finish with that, I take out the trash which required two trips. When I get back to my apartment, I wash my hand and burn incense- dragon’s blood, Cassian’s favorite. I vacuum the carpet and sweep the entrance hall and kitchen but don’t bother mopping. The bathroom is miraculously clean, but my bed is a disaster. The fitted sheet is beginning to come off but I hear the doorbell and leave it alone, tying up my hair as I go to answer it.

“I thought you stopped smoking,” Nesta says as I kiss her cheek.

“I did.”

“Then what’s with the incense.”

“The neighbor was cooking fish again,” I lie, but it’s happened enough that Nesta easily believes me.

“Elain is stopping to bring dinner after she leaves work.”

“Are you thirsty?”

Nesta sets her purse and keys on the counter, shrugging off her trench coat. She looks as flawless as always.

“Feyre, we know that you haven’t gone for groceries in weeks.”

“But I have water.” I sound pathetic, but I am not going to tell her that I went food shopping and brought everything to Cassian’s house. He’s the better cook and I would rather drive to see him every night than burn dinner at home. I was never here as it was.

“We had a luncheon meeting, I’m alright for now.”

She sits down on the barstool and looks me up and down. I have paint on my jeans and shirt, and I’m still wearing my purple sweater with the bats tied around my waist. When I see her eye my socks, I start walking.

“I taught at the school this morning,” I say as I grab my bag off the floor. I bring it to the kitchen and start pulling out the palettes and brushes I want to thoroughly clean.

“Did you like it?”

“I did, honestly.”

For once, she doesn’t roll her eyes when I set the palettes in the sink. I turn on the water, grabbing the sponge set aside for my art supplies and the soap.

“And what did the school think?”

I blush at this. Nesta doesn’t do well with unknowns.

“Briar, the secretary, she says she’ll call me once she hears something,” I say, and before she can scowl, I add, “But the principal seemed really happy with what we did. They asked me to stay an extra hour… It was a lot of fun.”

“And if they ask you to come back, will you take the job?”

“It’s not a job, Nes… But I mean, if it came to that, of course.”

“You turned down teaching jobs to work at that bar and look how that turned out.”

“I was depressed, Nesta. Cut me some fucking slack.”

“You can’t expect Cassian to keep saving your ass, Feyre.”

“I don’t expect anything from anyone. Least of all Cassian.”

“It’s almost been a year –”

I set the palette in the drying rack a little harder than I mean to.

“Did you write that down in your calendar so you can remind me that Tamlin left? I know how long it’s been Nesta.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You can’t depend on Cassian forever.”

“Why do you hate him so much? He is always there for me- something you can’t say. Honestly, sometimes I have no idea what he saw in you.”

“I told him I was sorry.”

“You broke his heart and have the nerve to bitch about what he does for me. I love you, Nesta, but give me a fucking break.”

I am almost glad that Elain cancelled dinner. Nesta had left once I refused to listen to her empty apologies. But now, I’m hungry. And alone. You can’t expect Cassian to keep saving your ass, Feyre. I laugh at myself; my thumb is hovering over the voice call button under Cassian’s name. My eyes burn with tears and my throat feels like it is closing up. Did Nesta not understand how much I hated the fact that I’ve had to ask any of them for help?

I toss my phone across the sofa, hating that I am crying. Hating that almost a year has passed and my life is no better than it was when Tamlin left. Hating that Nesta seems to forget that she was able to finish college because I was the one working my ass off to keep us afloat. Hating that I’d let Tamlin convince me to leave my job- my career- just to leave me.

I breathe in deeply, letting it out as I press my fingers against my eyes. I know that I can’t drive like this. With a sniffle, I get my jacket and boots on. The more I move, the less I cry, and by the time I make it down the stairs, I only have a stuffy nose.

The owner of the corner store gives me a sympathetic smile when they see me walk in. I can’t return it, but I wave, going right to the fridge. I grab a beer, ignoring Nesta’s voice in my head, telling me how irresponsible this was. I grab another one just to shut her up.

“Your usual?” he asks as I near the counter.

“Uh… No. Surprise me.”

Tamlin and I would come here every few nights, always getting the same thing. I’m not sure what’s for dinner tonight, but I see him throw a soda and bag of chips in the bag and decide that I’m perfectly fine with that. I pay in cash and wish him a good night, hurrying back to my apartment.

I put on a game show and sit down on the sofa, taking everything out of the bag. Before I open the Styrofoam container, someone starts knocking on my door. I don’t have to ask who it is, but I am still caught off guard to find Cassian standing outside, holding a bag of take out.

“Cas… Hey.”

“Your phone dead?” he asks as I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and let him in.

“No… I went up the street.”

He sets his bag next to my food and sits down, taking off his jacket and tossing it.

“Az told me Ellie had to cancel dinner with you,” he says as he starts to take his food out of the bag. He grabs one of my beers and opens it. “Iliana got sent home sick from school.”

“Oh… What about Val?”

“I dropped him off at Rhysand’s before coming here.”

I make a face. “Stupid apartment and its stupid dog rules.”

“What’s for dinner?” he asks as I sit beside him.

“I don’t really know,” I reply. “I told him to surprise me.”

Cassian takes a drink of his beer and chuckles.

“Well. I’ve got Chinese.”

It’s a sandwich, that much I know. A sandwich Cassian tries to take the moment I hold it out to him.

“Bunny, please.”

“What is it?” I ask again, holding the sandwich up and away from him.

“It’s a tripleta. Chicken, beef, and pork with cheese and those potato chip fries. And the mayo-ketchup. I haven’t had one in forever! I’ll give you anything!”

I start laughing, as if I would ever say no to him.

“We’ll split it,” I say, laughing some more when he hugs me tight.

Cassian changes the channel to watch one of our favorite crime shows. I take my boots off and sit cross legged. He smiles when he sees the little ghosts on my socks and reaches down to pull his jeans up to show me that he’s wearing the exact same ones.

After we eat, I bring the empty containers to the garbage and come back to find Cassian sprawled out on the sofa. When he sees me, he holds out his arms to me and I walk over, letting him pull me into his arms. I rest my head against his chest, closing my eyes.

“Rhys says hello… He misses you.”

I giggle. “As if he didn’t freeze my phone texting us so many times.”

Cassian holds me a little tighter as he chuckles.

“You know how he gets when he thinks he’s being ignored.”

“He’s a brat.”

He laughs. “You’re telling me.”

I stretch out a bit and Cassian places one hand on the small of my back, the other on my arm where he begins to trace his fingers up and down bare skin.

“You alright?” he asks quietly. I don’t say anything at first but then I shake my head.

“I’m stuck,” I whisper. “What is wrong with me, Cas?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

The way he says it makes me want to believe him.

“What did Nesta say to you?” he asks and I sigh. “You only ever get like this when you talk to her.”

I cross my arms, resting my head against them to be able to look at him.

“She just… It’s been almost a year. And nothing has changed.”

“You really believe that?”

When I don’t answer, Cassian sighs.

“Last November, you couldn’t leave your bed. You didn’t eat. You didn’t even talk. You taught classes today, Feyre- you would have never let yourself even think of such a thing before.”

He’s right- I know that he’s right, but it doesn’t stop me from crying again. When I get up, Cassian follows suit and simply pulls me into his lap, cradling me against him.

“Things like this take time,” he says. “And I’m going to be there, for as long as it takes. You know that, right?”

“I can’t expect that of you,” I say before I can stop myself and Cas goes still.

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I’m sorry… She just really got to me.”

“What did she say?”

Once I repeat her words, I feel completely ashamed of myself. I want the earth to swallow me whole when Cassian curls a finger under my chin and makes me look up at him.

“I love you, Feyre Archeron. And I don’t give a fuck what your sister thinks. You are my best friend, just because she refuses to lend you a hand, doesn’t mean that everyone else has to.” He brushes the tears away and tucks an errant lock of hair behind my ear.

“I love you, too.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead and I close my eyes, letting out a sigh.

“I’m always gonna be here for you, bunny.”

When he kisses me, I practically melt in his arms, but I still pull away.

“Cassian, you know I’m no good for you,” I say.

“If you weren’t good for me,” he says as his hands slide to my waist. “I wouldn’t be here.”

It’s a lie, we both know. So I kiss him, adjusting myself to straddle his lap.

“If we’re going to hurt… might as well be with each other, right?” I say, and he chuckles.

“Don’t use my own words against me.”

I kiss him, reaching back to untie his hair.

“Just this once,” I say in a terrible imitation of his voice. I run my fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. He sighs, and the smile that blossoms on his face gives me butterflies.

When he opens his eyes, he smirks; he’s caught me staring.

“Hey, the second time was your doing,” he quips, tugging on the hem of my shirt and pulling up. I lift my arms and laugh as he tries to mimic me. “This time and no more.”

“What can I say? You make me feel alive,” I declare, blushing suddenly. I did not mean to say that out loud. Cassian pauses his attempt at undoing the hooks of my bra. I have no idea how to turn my words into a joke.

“Alive, huh?” he says softly. “That makes two of us.”

I don’t believe either of us are ready to unpack any of that. So I put my hands on his face and kiss him, and Cassian abandons my bra to slide his hands down to grab my ass. I shriek when he stands up, taking me with him.

“Asshole!” I shout, Cassian laughing as he walks towards my bedroom. He tosses me on the bed, walking over to turn a light on. When he turns to come back to me, I toss a pillow at him.

“Don’t start,” he warns, trying not to smile.

“Make me.”

Cassian chuckles at that and climbs on the bed, grabbing my ankle and pulling to him. He starts tickling me, and I have no strength to grab the other pillow and hit him with it.

“Stop it!” I managed to say through laughter.

“Make me,” Cassian says, mimicking me. But he still stops, grabbing me by the waist as he moves to lay on his back. My heart tightens in my chest at how light his eyes are. I reach out to brush his hair away from his eyes, then to trace the contours of his face.

“Plan on painting me?” he asks, smiling.

“Do you want me to?” I am out of breath.

Cassian traces his fingers up my spine and unhooks my bra.

“Not yet,” he replies and I laugh, leaning down to kiss him.

I had meant to put this out on like... Tuesday so by yesterday (actual Halloween) the fic would line up but fuck it.

Cassian and Feyre are my #1 crack ship (that isn’t Sesshomaru and Kagome). I might try to do the next few holidays as well. But for now, it’s based around Halloween. It was supposed to be a one off based off a song BUT it turned into this fluff fest. Also, the “bunny” nickname came from another thing I wrote and never posted in which when they were like fresh out of highschool, Feyre went on a trip with Cassian and the guys, their dad. She wanted to try out hunting and shot a rabbit and cried so much about it Cassian started calling her bunny cuz it made her mad. Then it stuck.

And then I couldn’t stop using it. I mean... he COULD call her Fey but no. Bunny. Also, remember how in my Elriel fic our Illyrians were basically like me and my family? Puerto Ricans from the mountains? We’re sticking with that.

I do have to separate it into like 4 parts because it’s like 30 Word pages long and I can’t imagine how terrible that would translate on Tumblr. <3

also, if you have a pairing request or whatever, I got you.

#crack ship holidays #cassian x feyre #halloween #Feyre Archeron #part one of four #this is completely self indulgent #and I have no shame whatsoever #if feyrhycien is the trash can #what would this be lmao

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mrs-spindelle · 5 years

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Never Work at Victoria’s Secret

Since I’m quitting Victoria’s Secret and have found a new job, let me give you girls some wonderful insight on the pile of dog shit company all us ladies have to shop at to hold our breasts in place.

Shopping there and working there are two totally different experiences, and let me tell you why you should never work in Hell- I mean VS.

1. As a customer, you are allowed to steal. Yes, that’s right! You ladies are allowed to take whatever you want if you can get the sensor off. We employees are NEVER allowed to ask for a receipt, accuse you of theft (even as we stand there and watch you rip the tags off), OR call security! That’s right, we would never accuse our beautiful honest angels of something as horrible as shoplifting. Just don’t take more than $1,000 in merchandise to avoid it being a reportable crime, don’t get caught by mall security and you ladies will have yourselves all the panties and bras you want. Oh, we’re also not allowed to go after you. I was once required to remove a sensor from a bra for a lady because she claimed ‘she bought it and we forgot to remove the sensor’ even though we ALL watched her rip it off a hanger. But by company policy, I cannot accuse her of theft or ask for her receipt. So she got a free bra. If you ever think you’re going to be caught, just accuse us employees of racism and threaten to call HR. We’ll back off. The company is terrified of a lawsuit.

2. You as an employee are punished far more harshly than a customer EVER will be. If they so much as think you’re stealing, your hours are cut, and you are the one who is watched on camera - not the group of girls who just walked out of the front door of PINK with $600 worth of leggings.

3. I don’t have proof, but I’m pretty sure many of their cameras do not work. They say the cameras are everywhere and can spin and zoom to see text so small like on an ID, but its a hoax. If they can’t even catch a thief who looks right into the camera, they won’t catch anything period. They couldn’t even catch the man who stole like, $20,000 worth of panties lmao.

4. You are required to be a customer’s punching bag. Dealing with drunken men at a bar is a blessing compared to working for the middle-low class entitled women of society. Victoria’s Secret has created an atmosphere that makes every woman feel special and sexy, but for a lot of women, it gives them a sense of power they don’t actually have, and they abuse that power by abusing the very employees helping them to find a piece of clothing to hold their tits in. I have been mocked for my thin body, tall height, small breasts and pale skin color. I have been called racist, told to get breast implants, or that I was mentally incapable of helping women with bigger breasts find what they need simply because I had B cups. I never once had an issue with a man while I worked there, but I lost count with how many fellow women abused me there. You would be surprised to see how little support you get, because we cannot verbally defend ourselves or others. The customer is always right, even when they are outright degrading you like an animal.

5. No one gives a shit about that panty drawer filled with 150+ thongs you just neatly folded. No one. Walk away from it for 30 seconds and come back, I fucking dare you.

6. You don’t get to go home until all panties on top are folded in order. Gotta fold until 12 at night? Guess what, you’re gonna be folding until 12 at night.

7. Closing late but need to be back in the morning for a 5am floorset? Yeah, you’ll be scheduled to close until 10pm or 11pm and HAVE to come back at 5am. No ifs ands or buts.

8. Every company sets aside money to compensate for theft, but Victoria’s Secret has so much theft due to their shit policy that they raise prices. And you honest hard working women have to pay more so thieves can continue doing what they like. Example. Panties are typically 1 cent to make, and are $10.50 a piece. The lingerie panties are $16.50, and their newest lingerie panty is now $40+ A PIECE. They are made the same way as a $16.50 panty, but tripled in price. And you’re a sucker for buying it. I own one since I got one for free, and guess what? Its shit. Don’t put it in the dryer. Ever.

9. Ever wanted to clean up vaginal discharge and period blood? This is the job for you!

10. If you don’t ask for a break, you will not receive a break.

11. You cannot remind a customer that you’re closing in 5 minutes. They’re allowed to destroy the entire store, unfold everything, go in the fitting rooms for as long as they like, and fuck around until THEY choose to leave. The gates are NOT to be closed, not even half way, until that customer leaves - which makes opportunity for late night shoplifters to come in and loot while you’re busy trying to refold what that customer had just destroyed, so you can go home on time. But now, not only do you have to clean, you also will be staying late to file a long ass report about the theft - which Victoria’s Secret will do absolutely nothing about.

12. Pregnant? Guess what, nobody gives a shit. Reach down at the bottom drawer to shop for a woman who is too lazy to kneel down herself and grab her XL granny panty. Your baby is an inconvenience to certain entitled women.

13. Got this job to avoid baby sitting? Well you’re going to baby sit, and watch as women drag their screaming children into the store meant for adults that’s filled with inappropriate lingerie and open-assed panties with lewd pictures of half-naked women all over the walls. Also get ready to pick up after other people’s children who drop their drinks, food, toys, and destroy store property by playing on shelves, ripping off manniquin arms, chewing on panties (and stealing them, I caught one child stuffing panties into their Else purses), and throwing the biggest demonic hissy fits when they don’t get their way. Think the parents will stoop to OUR level and clean up after their own kids? LOL they’ll go “Sorry” and walk away. You’ll be lucky if they even say sorry. You know they aren’t.

14. You will understand why 50% of marriages end in divorce simply watching how wives boss around their husbands to show off in the store. This goes back to the power the store gives women. When women enter these gates, their true selves show, because the sense of false power makes them act like the bitches that they truly are. I will say that not every woman is like this, but an alarming amount are.

15. The girls who buy boy shorts are the most condescending and judgmental of women - deeming those who wear thongs are sluts, whores and loose and are beneath them. Yet they buy boy shorts with ‘Yummy’ written on the ass. Hmmmmm...

16. If you find a co-worker who is real and takes time out of their day to help train you, stick with them. 9 times out of 10, you won’t get the benefit of training. You’ll be thrown into the chaos like I was and be expected to perform well. Its up to your fellow co-workers to help you. If some help you. Hopefully they’ll help you. I had only 1 help me, and that was during Black Friday.

17. Starting drama is forbidden. Unless you’re a favorite. Then you’re free to shit talk all you want.

18. Women are destructive little shits. They will rip apart anything nice and toss shit around.

19. You are not allowed to carry any weapons on you for protection. You will be terminated for doing so.

20. Despite not being allowed to carry a firearm, policy has made it clear that in the event of a shooting, you must hide. In the event that the shooter FINDS you, you are encouraged to FIGHT BACK. . . With - what exactly? If you’re not allowed to carry protection on you, yet a man with a gun is shooting at you and killing people, then how in the fucking fuck are you supposed to fight back? You are practically set up to die in the worst case scenario. But consider the alarming rate of shootings today. Public shootings are becoming more and more common, its a horrendous tragedy. And we are faced with either being fired, or being fired at.

Your choice.

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Now I will say...not everything about it was bad. There were times where I had fun, I miss those times. I had a good handful of nice customers who made my job easier, and a few I could relate to. I suppose the issue is with the company. If the company had a different way of running things, then maybe the women would have a different mindset when walking into the store and treat their fellow women better. Who knows...

#vs #victorias #secret #victoriassecret #hell on earth #rant #my experience #retail #i hate retail

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multishipperlove · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shaun Gilmore/Vax'ildan, Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia Characters: Velora Vessar, Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Shaun Gilmore, Keyleth (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Syldor Vessar's A+ Parenting, Family Issues, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Hiking, Dog Trinket (Critical Role) Summary:

The twins get to take care of their sister for a weekend, finally able to make good on some birthday promises. Not everything goes as planned, but they still have a great time together.

(Sequel to Dinner and Diatribes, should be able to stand on it's own)

Vax was used to being a light sleeper. It didn't take much to wake him, the quiet creaking of his door and the little bit of morning light poking through, in his otherwise darkened room, was definitely enough to rouse him again. Then he felt his mattress dip down slightly, and groaned as Vex laid a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake.

“I'm up,” he muttered, while also dragging his pillow over his head. “What do you want?”

He heard Vex sigh. “Well, brother. I, uh, was wondering if you'd like to go to the national park with me and Velora today?”

That was enough to at least make him sit up, just to give her a confused look. “What happened to Percy?”

After all the trouble they'd gone through to make sure that the day would go perfectly, he couldn't think of a good reason why Percy would suddenly decide not to come. Unless something had happened, of course, but if it was anything serious he was sure Vex would have said so by now.

And really, they'd spend weeks preparing for this weekend. After Vex and Percy had gifted Velora a coupon to visit the nearby national park with her for her last birthday, they'd still needed to convince their father to let it happen, and make sure everyone actually had some time to spare. In the end they'd even been able to get Syldor to let her spend the night, so they could have dinner with Keyleth and Shaun and maybe even take her shopping the next morning. Or at least to Gilmore's Glorious Goods, which the girl still had a coupon for as well.

All of this was the reason Vax had taken night shifts all week at the diner he worked at, so he could make sure he'd have this evening and the weekend off. And why, in turn, he was respectively tired now.

Vex bit her lip and heaved another sigh. “We got a call this morning, apparently Cassandra got super sick over night.” She saw the look on his face and was quick to reassure her brother. “Nothing life threatening, but she's hardly able to leave the bathroom. So there's no way she can get any official work done today, and Percy had to jump in for her.”

Vax was still not sure he completely understood. “But... Percy isn't even in Whitestone. Wasn't he sleeping over when I got home earlier?”

“He was,” Vex agreed. “He had someone pick him up thirty minutes ago and drive him to the Alabaster Lyceum, which is also where we need to pick up Velora in a bit.”

Vax hadn't missed his sister's use of the word 'we', but he also didn't argue. Even with less than three hours of sleep, he wouldn't miss out on spending a day with his little sister. “Alright, alright... I'll come,” he muttered, finally getting up. He stretched his arms over his head, letting out a huge yawn, and then started to search for fresh clothes. “Fucking rich people and their teleportation circles. Gimme twenty minutes.”

It took a bit longer than the promised twenty minutes, but eventually they both made it out of the door freshly showered and with their hiking gear packed up. And Trinket, of course, running behind them with way too much energy for Vax' taste.

“Keys,” Vex demanded, stopping in front of Vax' mini van. “You're way too tired to drive.”

“And too tired to argue with you,” he agreed, handing them over before getting settled in the passenger seat. His sister took another moment to get Trinket in the back. They'd long given up on laying out towels or blankets in the back, since it had never really helped with keeping the dog hair at bay. At this point they could just hope to never befriend anyone with a severe dog allergy.

Finally, Vex settled down in the driver's seat beside him, turned on the radio, and carefully backed out of the parking spot. Before they'd even left their neighbourhood, Vax was dozing off again.

Thankfully, his sister didn't wake him up again until they were parked right in front of the Travel and Communication Center of the Lyceum. But then he was roughly shaken awake and forced back out of the car. Trinket had to stay behind, with Vex promising him a quick return. That and a few treats made him lay back down without an issue.

On the way in Vax was still rubbing his eyes, so Vex took over the talking again. She could already tell from the look the receptionist was giving them that he knew they weren't the usual clientele. She had their paperwork ready though, and the years in Syngorn and around her father's friends helped her to keep up her smile and ignore the man's behaviour.

“Looks like everything works out,” the clerk eventually agreed, after giving her ID a much closer look than what either of them felt was necessary. Sending a minor through a teleportation circle on their own required some precautions though, even if she was the daughter of a high ranking diplomat. “Follow me, please.”

He got up, and after sharing a brief look and rolling their eyes, the twins followed. They were left in a small waiting room, with the reassurance that their charge would be brought to them as soon as she arrived. Luckily that didn't take long. Soon enough they could hear footsteps approaching, and as the door to their left opened they were faced with a very excited girl clutching on to her treasured owlbear plushie.

“Vax, Vex! You're here!” She immediately tore away from the guard who had apparently been assigned to her, and the man watched on with a smile as the twins got up and all three siblings smushed together for a group hug.

“Oh man, look at you,” Vax chuckled, once they'd all taken a step back again, and as he gave a playful tug on her hair. “I could have sworn you were smaller the last time we saw you.”

Velora grinned and leaned back against her sister instead, prompting Vex to wrap her arms around the small shoulders. “Mom says I'm growing like the weeds in our garden, too, but I haven't actually checked since my birthday.”

Vax was about to reply again, but the guard behind them cleared his throat. “I'll be off then,” he informed them with a smile. “Unless you need my help finding your way out?”

“No, no we'll be fine,” Vex assured the man. “Thank you so much.”

He replied with a brief nod and then left the three of them alone. Not wanting to waste any time, they headed out immediately. “So how was your trip?” Vex asked, just as they left the building. “Did you have to get up very early?”

“No, not really,” she told them, happily walking between her siblings. “But Dad was too busy to drop me off, he had a servant take me instead.”

“A servant? What about Devana, couldn't she have dropped you off instead?” Vax asked with a frown. He wasn't sure which teleportation circle she'd used in Syngorn, but if the location there was anything like the Lyceum it probably hadn't been the nicest experience to be there all by herself.

“She left earlier this morning to run errands, because he'd promised to take me,” Velora replied with a shrug. “She's probably going to be mad at him if he tells her.”

“Well, he deserves it,” Vex muttered. “But let's focus on you being here now, alright? Look, we got someone else who's very happy to meet you.” And with that she took the last few steps to the car and opened the trunk, finally releasing Trinket. The dog quickly jumped out, giving a few yaps of excitement as he circled them a few times, and did his best to wedge himself between them.

Velora grinned and kneeled down, seemingly delighted to let him slobber all over her face. So while those two were busy with greeting each other, Vex took the girl's backpack from her and put it in the back seat with their other gear.

“Alright, ready to go?” she asked finally, helping the girl to her feet again as she agreed. “We got a whole National Park waiting for us after all, so I hope you're ready.”

Velora looked between her two siblings, suddenly turning a bit confused. “Oh, okay. Is Percy waiting for us at the Park then? I thought he was coming with us?”

“Right, about that,” Vex sighed. “There was a bit of an emergency in Whitestone so he got called away, he wants you to know that he's really sorry though and he'll find a way to make it up to you. But hey, with a bit of luck, he'll be back by dinner.”

Velora deflated a bit, her happy mood from earlier not quite evaporating but definitely taking a hit. “Okay... that's fine though,” she said quickly. “He doesn't have to make it up to me, I know his work is super important.”

“But he made a commitment when he said he'd be here today, it's okay to be upset by that,” Vax told her softly. “Doing something else with you is the least he can do, even if it's not his fault that circumstances changed.” When she just shrugged at that and looked down he reached out again, ruffling her hair. “Either way, we'll still have a lot of fun today, I'm sure. Because guess what, I'm Percy's stand in.”

“You'll be coming with us, you're not just here to pick me up?” she asked, her smile growing once more. “That's pretty cool, I'll take that.”

“Hah, you hear that, Stubby? I'm cool.”

Vax did his best not to fall asleep again on their continued drive to the Park, instead engaging with the other two a bit more as they started talking in the car.

Velora told them about school, and how her friends had all been a little bit jealous that she got to leave on a weekend trip so close to their exams. In turn, the twins told her about some of the mischief they had gotten up to when still attending the same school, and that definitely helped with passing the time.

Before they knew it, the broad country roads had turned into narrow passages winding through dark woods. Sunlight filtered through the leaves above them, and it wasn't like Vex needed to turn on the car lights just yet, but the loss of light still gave their surroundings a bit of an eerie feeling. It was nice, in Vax' opinion, and he could see Velora looking out the window with a transfixed expression as well.

They passed the entrance a few minutes later, gladly accepting a map and some tourist information from the lady manning the booth at the moment. As Vex started to look for a parking lot that wouldn't cost them an arm and a leg, Vax took a closer look at the map.

“So, Stubby, did you have a route in mind already?” he asked, studying the various paths that lead through the park and their assigned challenge ratings. If it was just the two of them, they could have easily taken one of the longer routes, meant for more experienced hikers. But with Velora in tow, he was sure Vex had picked out something else.

“Yeah, I found one a while ago that should be really nice,” she replied, proving him right. “It allows dogs, as long as they're leashed, and has some nice observation points along the way.”

“Do you think we'll see any owlbears?” Velora asked immediately, as she leaned forward to wedge herself between the two front seats. Vax playfully pushed her back, grinning slightly when he was met with more resistance than he'd expected.

Vex was the one to actually give her an answer, while she finally found a parking spot she seemed to like. “You know I can't promise you that, but we'll just have to wait and see.”

If he was honest, Vax wasn't sure if he really wanted to run into one of these things. There was a reason most people were afraid of the beasts, and it had a lot to do with claws and sharp edged beaks. Not that there had actually been any owlbear attacks in the recent years, but it still sounded like an encounter he would prefer to avoid.

He kept that thought to himself though, and as they all finally got out of the car he turned to Velora with a cheery look. “Maybe we'll get lucky, who knows. But to see anything, we need to start moving. You got everything you need?”

The girl smiled back at him and nodded, taking her backpack as Vex held it out to her. “I got lots of water and food!”

“Great, I think we can cover the rest,” he chuckled, checking his own bag once more for the additional first aid kit, maps, his powerbank, and a heavy duty flashlight. Vex carried the same gear with her, just in case anything happened to one of their bags. She always had an old satellite phone with her as well though, which they'd never needed, but it was another one of those “just in case” things.

Vex also looked about ready to head into the forest, only waiting for the two of them to finally follow. But a last look up and down his little sister had Vax stop. “You got a jacket with you, right?”

She looked at him and frowned, then looked down at the cardigan she was wearing. “Yeah, this one,” she told him.

Vax resisted the urge to facepalm. “That's not really- you really don't have anything else with you?” he asked again. Syngorn rarely got really cold, not even in winter, but surely someone should have realized that sending her over in nothing but a cardigan would be a stupid idea. Well, apparently not.

“If we're in the shadows all day and sweating, there's no way that thing will keep you warm,” he finally explained, when he realized she still looked rather lost. “We need to get you a proper jacket first.”

He looked over to Vex, who had already started wandering a few feet away, no doubt 'hearing the call of the forest' or whatever she always did when they managed to get on one of these little outings. “Vex!” he called over, at least successfully getting her attention. “We need to hit the shop first. Velora needs a jacket.”

“What do you mean she-” She stopped in the middle of her sentence, and Vax shrugged as an answer. Sure, it sucked, especially because the shops in the park were all horribly overpriced, but they really didn't have much of a choice.

So they accepted the change in plans for what it was, and tried not to be too obviously annoyed about it. After all, it wasn't Velora's fault, and they could both see that she looked a bit uncomfortable now. Vex quickly laid an arm around her, tucking her closer again as they walked.

“Well, let's see it from the positive side, it just means we'll be hitting the souvenir stage early,” she joked, hoping to cheer her up a bit. “Let's have a look around, maybe you find something else you want to watch out for while we're out there.”

The shop was right next to the tourist information, and both buildings were- well, not exactly overrun, but definitely not empty, either. They pushed past a family with two little boys at the entrance, where Vex had to tie trinket down, and dodged some more people inside, just to make it to the clothes section.

There were a lot of t-shits and hoodies, all with big logos of the national park on the front, or simple nature prints. Cute, but not what they were looking for. Vax could already see Velora's eyes flitting from one thing to the next, catching on some things longer than others, and he tried to file all of it away for later. Finally, they found some jackets that actually looked to be functional.

“You wanna try some on?” Vex asked, trying to guess her sister's size as she held out a few. “Is your favorite color still green?”

“Yeah... are you- are you sure though?” Velora asked back. “I know they're expensive. You don't have to.”

“Nonsense, you need a jacket, so we'll get you one,” Vex assured her gently. “The last thing we want is for you to get sick today, or even just be cold all the time. Don't worry about it, okay?”

The girl didn't seem quite convinced yet, but at least she let Vex force her into a few of the jackets, until they found one that fit pretty well. She ended up picking the purple one over the green though, prompting Vax to make a joke about how she would need to raid Gilmore's wardrobe at some point.

They brought it up to the counter, and Vax distracted Velora by making fun of an incredibly tacky snowglobe while Vex paid. She swallowed a bit at the prize, but remembered that the nightshifts Vax had been pulling did not only mean he had the weekend off, but were paid a little bit better as well. Not much, but it made the extra charge more bearable.

Picking up Trinket again on the way out, they finally, finally,started walking towards the path Vex had picked out for them. White signs with blue dots marked the way along the trees, easy enough to follow, and the trail was still wide enough that they could easily ignore the few other people they met along the way.

It didn't take long before Vex started pointing things out to them, from small plants and mushrooms to all the different birds they came across. She even stopped a couple of times so they could get a closer look at something, and within the first two hours, Velora had already stuffed her pockets with all kinds of interesting looking rocks, small feathers, and other muck lying around.

Vax was sure that Syldor would be absolutely horrified if he saw her like that, and that made the whole thing even better. He grew a bit more quiet though, mostly letting the other two talk. His lack of sleep was catching up with him.

Eventually, they reached a small clearing with picnic tables set up, and a small river flowing near by. “Should we take our first break?” Vex asked, looking back to the two others. Receiving a shrug from Velora and a relieved, and maybe just the tiniest bit desperate, nod from her brother, she smiled slightly and claimed one of the tables for them.

Velora started to line up her little treasures on the wooden top, as Vex got out some of the lighter snack foods. She pushed one of the water bottles closer to her brother, who'd sat down and almost immediately rested his head on the table, looking like he was about to fall asleep again any moment.

“Velora, darling, do me a favor and clean your hands in the stream,” she told their little sister, hoping it would wash off the worst of the dirt. For everything else, they had hand sanitizer. While Velora did just that, Vex nudged her brother's shoulder. “Hey, you okay? Do we need to move a bit slower?”

“Hmmmnah. I'm good,” he muttered, giving her a weary smile. He sat up properly at least though, taking a few swigs from the bottle she'd offered him. “It's fun. And you know what, with you playing plant lexicon the whole way, I was thinking, next time we should take Keyleth.”

“So I can watch you two making gooey eyes at each other the whole time? Not a chance.”

“As if you and Percy are any better,” he huffed, amused. “And yes, maybe, but also for another reason. You know how much she knows about all that stuff as well, I'm sure it would be fun.”

Vex shrugged, finally settling down beside him. “Sure, we can ask her next time. I didn't know she was into hiking?”

He grimaced a bit at that. “Actually, not sure if she is. It's always just kinda been our thing, you know? I never asked. But she sure likes plants, so... I don't know, we don't have to.”

“Hey, doofus, slow down,” she chuckled, nudging his side again. “I really don't mind. Let's bring Gilmore and Percy, too, if they want to. We'll just be really disgusting and make it some kind of weird double date.”

She got a soft laugh in return, and Vax nodded. “Sure, that sounds good. I- yeah, I think I'd like that. Let's ask them, some time.”

Velora came back at that point, settling down again with a smile and accepting Vex' hand sanitizer without any protest. She was the first one done with her food as well, and then seemed to be patiently waiting for the twins to finish up. Vex turned to her eventually, giving her a bit of an amused look. “You don't have to sit here and wait, you know. Look around a bit, see if you can find more interesting stuff.”

“Are you sure?” Velora asked, frowning again. “Shouldn't I stay close to you or something?”

“As long as you stay where we can see you, it's fine,” Vax assured her with a shrug, while cutting his apple into continuously smaller pieces. He wasn't too motivated to eat. “Just, you know, don't do anything stupid.”

“Like what?”

“Like falling into the stream, for example. Or climbing trees. I'm pretty sure that's not allowed here,” Vex chimed in again, stealing one of the fruit pieces from her brother.

Velora still seemed surprised that they let her roam around on her own at all, and apparently feared that they would change their mind again. She was out of her seat faster than they could blink.

When she was already halfway back to the little river she turned around again, calling back to her siblings again. “Can I take Trinket?”

“He's not allowed to leave the path, sorry!” Vex called back, and watched as her sister nodded and then went back to the spot where she'd washed her hands earlier. Whatever it was she'd found, it seemed to be interesting enough to keep her attention for a while, and they were both able to finish their own rations without boring the girl too much.

Once back on the path, she told them about the fish she'd seen, and proceeded to describe them in as much detail as possible, asking Vex once more to identify each and everyone of them. In the few cases where Vex was stumped, Vax made up new ones, with increasingly absurd names and abilities.

He was in the middle of telling his sisters about the 'Red Striped Bloodsucker Fish' (ignoring Velora's question if fish even had blood), when Vex grinned and shook her head at him. “Vampirism, huh? I know a plant that helps against that.”

“A plant? No way, vampires aren't even real,” Velora protested, changing her focus from one twin to the other again.

“Oh they used to be, it's just that no one's seen one in a few decades,” Vex insisted. “That doesn't mean they don't exist anymore.” Seeing that the girl still looked unimpressed, she shrugged. “Alright, to be fair, glissfoil also has a lot of other uses. It can cure infections, helps against minor illnesses, and you can make very tasty tea out of it.”

“Which also happens to help against hangovers,” Vax mumbled, chuckling softly when Vex, expectedly, slugged him in the shoulder for his comment.

“She doesn't need to know that part yet. But yes, it's all in all just very neat. Would you like to look for some?” The last part was directed at Velora again, and she agreed easily enough. Vex described the plant, small, green leaves with a yellow-ish tint towards the edge, and they all started to keep an eye out for it.

They were walking uphill now, the path becoming more steep ahead of them and forcing them to slow down quite a bit, but they still made good headway. Still no glissfoil though. That didn't keep Velora from picking up more of her other miscellaneous items though, and when she finally ran out of space in her own pockets, the twins quickly offered to take some for her instead. The new jacket as well as her jeans were both streaked with dirt by now, not that she seemed to mind.

Halfway up the hill they took another break, Vex promising them that it wouldn't be much further now. And indeed, a good forty-five minutes later, they made it to the top. It really wasn't much more than a hill, but still offered a nice overview of the valley that now stretched out in front of them. Again, there was a bit of a clearing, and benches and tables cluttered around the centre of it.

But before Vax could suggest they settle down to enjoy the view a bit, Vex had already taken Velora by the hand and dragged her off to the edge, apparently very intent to show her something. So he sighed and followed suit, taking another sip from his water bottle.

“Alright, do you see the caves down there?” Vex asked, pointing them out for Velora as best as she could. “Right there, in the small dip between the cliffsides?”

Velora searched for it for a moment, but then nodded. “Yeah, yeah I see it. Why, what's in there? Can we go there?”

“No no no, that's definitely off the paths,” she replied quickly. “And even if it was allowed, it would probably be a bad idea. You know what kind of animal supposedly lives in those caves?”

The girl shook her head this time, but the look she gave Vex was very hopeful, so she seemed to have a pretty good idea at least.

Vex grinned. “Owlbears. Right there. It's just a few animals, who apparently broke away from the main herd a while ago for some reason, but ever since they've been sighted here, the path's become a lot more popular.”

As Vex had been talking, Velora's smile had already grown impossible wide. She stepped as close to the edge as she could now, staring at the entrance of the cave intensely. “Can we stay for a bit?” she asked quietly, as if already afraid to spook the animals away.

“Half an hour or so, sure,” Vex agreed. To Vax' surprise, she took a blanket out of her backpack. Which wasn't part of their usual luggage, which meant she'd been planning this, and why was he even surprised about this. But she put it down on the ground, leaving enough space for the three of them to settle down right there.

While they were waiting for something to happen, Vax got his knife out again from earlier, and started to twirl it around his fingers in an attempt to stay alert. Velora noticed it, of course, and watched him for a few moments with great curiosity.

“Can you teach me how to do that?” she asked finally. “You promised you'd teach me how to use the dagger, remember? The one you got me for my birthday.”

“Of course I remember,” he chuckled. “And yeah, I guess I can teach you how to do this, too... not with a knife though.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don't want to be responsible for any lost fingers, honestly. We'll start with a pen and you get to work your way up from there.” She still grumbled about that answer, but seemed satisfied enough by it. For now.

They spend a few more minutes looking out over the caves, but with no luck. Not a single owlbear reared it's head, and sitting on the ground was slowly getting cold. Velora was leaning against Vax by now, all but in his lap, and the journey seemed to be catching up with her as well. She looked a lot more tired by now then when they'd started their trip.

Before either of her siblings could fall asleep on her, Vex pushed them to move again. “Alright, I think that's enough time spend here,” she sighed, getting up and offering Velora a hand to pull her up. “Sorry we didn't see anything, darling.”

“It's fine, it was still really cool to see where they live,” Velora assured her, smiling again as she got to her feet and leaned over the edge just one more time. “Maybe we can come back one day, and have more luck then.”

“Yeah, why not. That sounds like a good idea,” Vax agreed, stifling a yawn. “Hey Stubby, how long until we're back at the car? Do we walk back the way we came?”

Vex shook her head and took a moment to study the map they'd taken with them. “It's a circular path, and the way back is way shorter. Shouldn't take more than an hour. You two ready to leave?”

She got two nods, so turned back around to lead the way again. Their little group was a lot more quiet on their way back though, a weary silence hanging over them, but at least it didn't diminish their fun in any way. Velora still looked around with an attentive eye, pointing out birds and other small critters when she saw them.

A good twenty minutes passed before she caught something a lot more interesting though. Right next to the path was a beaten track that had clearly been caused by some kind of animal, something big. The surrounding bushes and branches were damaged, showing that something had moved through them with little care.

Velora was the first there to investigate, and probably would have disappeared right into the forest had Vex not held her back. “What do you think did this? Do you think it's still here? Can it see us, do you think it's dangerous?” All her question came in quick succession, leaving Vex little time to answer.

Gently pushing her sister back towards Vax she ventured a few steps forward herself, trying to see if there actually was any danger to them. But it seemed like whatever had crossed the path here, it had done so a while ago.

“No, it's probably long gone,” she called back to the other two, turning around again to make her way back. Which was when she noticed them, lying on the ground just a few feet away from the path. A big, brown-ish feather, with black stripes all the way down, along with some smaller ones. Most of them were damaged in some way, but somehow, the big feather had remained unscathed. And she knew exactly what animal it came from.

Carefully picking it off the ground and holding it behind her back, she finally walked back to Vax and Velora. “Guess what I found,” she told her sister, grinning in the knowing way that only older siblings could pull off sometimes.

“What?”

“No, you have to guess,” she insisted, only seeming more amused when Velora rolled her eyes.

But the girl took the challenge, squinting slightly as if she was trying to see right through her sister. “Hmm... oh, you finally found Glissfoil!” She grinned widely, absolutely sure of herself and that she'd bested her sister in this somehow.

But Vex just shook her head. “Nu-uh. That would have been cool, too, I'll grant you that. But I found something way better.” Not wanting to torture her any longer though, she presented the feather, giving her a pointed look. “You know what this is from?”

It immediately got her an excited gasp, and with a gentle nudge from Vax Velora reached out, taking it into her own hands. “Wooow, this is so cool,” she whispered. “Do you think it's from one of the owlbears living in the caves?”

Vex nodded, briefly looking back to the spot where she'd found the feather. “We're not too far away, it's plausible. I hope that makes up a bit for not seeing one live.”

Velora nodded eagerly, still studying the feather closely. Then she looked from her new favorite possession to Vax, and seemed to get an idea. “Can you put it in my hair?” she asked, holding the feather out to her brother this time. “You know, like you sometimes do for Vex?”

“Oh... yeah, sure. C'mere,” he told her, pulling her a bit closer and turning her around, facing her away from him. “Stubby, you got a hairband?”

Vex didn't, but had no issue with taking out the one she was currently wearing, and Vax made quick work of the task in front of him. He produced the same trademark side-braid that was usually reserved for Vex, sure that she wouldn't mind, and then secured the feather behind one ear. It was a bit big, but all in all still looked very nice.

Velora was definitely happy, still brimming with excitement all the way back to the car. And despite the fact that she swore up and down that she didn't need anything else, the twins insisted on hitting the gift shop again before actually leaving. Velora ended up choosing a mug with, to no one's surprise, more owlbears printed on the front, and spend a few additional minutes fawning over a very nice selection of pocket knifes with Vax.

But before they knew it they were all back in the car, all the new souvenirs packed away in Velora's bag, and on their way home. It didn't take long either for a very slight snoring to start up in the car, both from the backseat and the shotgun position. They weren't even officially out of the park. But Vex didn't mind much, not even when Trinket joined her sleeping siblings halfway through. At least that way, no one could complain about her choice in music.

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Christmas At the Burrow - Fred Weasley

On the sixth day of Christmas . . .

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count: 2,409 Synopsis: After the joke shop gets attacked, Fred and the reader are forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow with his extended family.

A loud clang from downstairs drew your attention, and your heart started to beat loudly as you raced down the stairs. There was always sound coming from the joke shop downstairs, but this one was different. As you reached the door, you stopped, listening carefully.

“Freddie?” you called softly. There was no longer any sound coming from the shop at all. You shoved open the door, your wand at the ready. Fred and George were both on the ground. “What the hell is going on?”

“Avada Kedavra!” You dropped to the ground as a bright green jet fired above your head.

“You okay?” George asked, looking up at you. You nodded as you tried to crawl across the destroyed floor of the joke shop.

“What’s wrong with him?” you asked, motioning to Fred who wasn’t moving much.

“Took a hit to the head, he’ll be alright.” You got over to the twins hiding behind the register, taking Fred’s hand. He smiled through the pain coming from the bleeding cut on his head.

“I know you’re still here, bitch!” You looked over at George who shook his head at you. You winked before standing and stunning the Death Eater quickly approaching you.

“Is he the only one?” you asked, taking his wand.

“I think so. Come on, Fred,” George said, helping his brother stand. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

“And you said keeping the business open wouldn’t be safe,” Fred said with a laugh. You rolled your eyes as you obliviated the Death Eater’s mind.

“Let’s go.”

“I told him, I told him a thousand times! It’s a good thing this happened. The next time, it would have been murder!” Mrs. Weasley yelled as she cleaned the cut on Fred’s forehead.

“Mum, we get it, you don’t have to keep going,” George said, shooting you a look.

“Clearly I do! It’s a lucky thing Y/N was upstairs or who knows what could have happened to you.”

“Y’know, Mum, this is kind of hurting my head more than the spell did.” She smacked his arm, but shut up as she finished bandaging him.

“You’re not going back there. The lot of you,” she said finally before walking out of the room.

“At least we’ll be closer to the Order,” George said, relaxing on the couch. You sighed, standing up. You left the living room and walked up the steps of the burrow, finding Fred’s old bedroom.

“Ginny,” you said with a smile when you walked in.

“Hey,” she said, sitting up in bed. “How are you?”

“We’re fine. I thought that Mrs. Weasley would be putting us in here.”

“Mum turned my room into a hotel for any visiting Order members. There’s an extra bed in Charlie’s room for George. I think she was going to put you two up in Ron’s room.”

“With the ghoul?” Ginny laughed as she politely pushed you out of the room. As the door shut Fred touched your arm. His left arm was leaning on the shelf over your head, a smile on his face.

“Dad forced the ghoul into the attic again.” You nodded, walking past him. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?” you asked, continuing to walk.

“You alright?” He grabbed your hand, stopping you halfway to Ron’s bedroom.

“Yeah.”

“I promise we won’t be here long.” You brushed his cheek and walked to Ron’s bedroom. The bright orange walls burned your eyes, and you instantly turned off the light to make it more subtle.

“We aren’t going back to the shop, Fred,” you said, sitting down on Ron’s twin bed.

“Not tonight.”

“Not ever.” He frowned as he sat down next to you.

“What are you talking about?”

“That’s the sixth break-in in a month. There’s no way we’re going back there.” He pushed some of your hair behind your ears and frowned.

“Things will settle down. We’ll be back just in time for Christmas.”

“Six days?” You rolled your eyes and flopped down on the bed.

“I promise, everything will be fine. Besides, I left your Christmas presents there.” You groaned, sitting up and grabbing his collar. You pulled him down on top of you, looking him in the eyes.

“Fred, I don’t care about the presents. We’re not going back there because I’m not going to risk losing you again. I’m scared.” Fred frowned, pulling you into his chest. He kissed your head as you cried gently.

“I’m sorry. You’ve been so strong. I didn’t realize-”

“How hard it is for me?” you finished. He nodded as you laughed. “Freddie, I know it’s hard on all of us, but you’re being stubborn. We don’t have to put ourselves at risk.”

“So you’d rather live with my Mum?” You laughed again, snuggling into his chest.

“If it means we all stay alive? Yes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, you weren’t the one who befriended Harry Potter seven years ago. How were you supposed to know that he would become your brother’s best friend and bring mortal danger into the lives of your family.” He snorted as he threw the horrendously orange blanket around the two of you.

“Are you sure you don’t mind pink?” Mrs. Weasley asked you, frantically knitting by the fireplace three days before Christmas.

“I like pink,” you replied, wrapping up a pair of mittens you had horribly knitted for Fred.

“I’ll just make you a blue one, too.”

“Mrs. Weasley that’s really not necessary.” She ignored you as she reached into her basket and pulled out a large ball of blue yarn. You sighed, reaching for another box that Mrs. Weasley gave you to wrap.

Fred walked in a few minutes later, followed by George and Ginny. You smiled at them, glad for the distraction from Mrs. Weasley’s crying and ranting.

“Hey, Mum, Remus is here in the kitchen,” Ginny said.

“Oh, good, help me fix him dinner,” she said, scrambling out of the room. Fred sat on the floor next to you, kissing your lips.

“How’d the search go?”

“There’s not much left. They torched most of the stuff.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. We wanted to make all new product anyway. How’s it going in here?” You frowned, making him laugh. “Nothing like our flat above the joke shop.”

“At least it’s safe here.” Fred frowned, leaning in to kiss you again. However, before he could, Mrs. Weasley called you. “I’ll see you later.”

“She hates it here,” George said once you had walked into the living room. Fred groaned, running his hands over his face.

“I know.”

“Still gonna pop the question to her on Christmas day?” George asked as Fred sat next to him on the couch.

“Well, I’d like her to say yes.” George laughed just as Mrs. Weasley barked out a few more orders. You came into the room, holding a box of ornaments to still go on the tree, and tossed them to Fred.

“Everything alright, love?” he asked, picking off a green bobble on his shirt.

“Great, Freddie,” you said bitterly, stalking back into the kitchen.

“I’d wait,” George said, beginning to help him put the rest of the decorations on the tree.

Christmas Eve was supposed to be better, Fred told himself. The two of you had a great morning, even if it was in Ron’s old bed. He was hoping to invite you for an even longer stay in bed when Bill knocked on the door. Struggling to pull his boxers on, Fred opened the door.

“Morning,” Bill said, glancing over at you, still covered in Ron’s orange sheets. You forced a smile, hiding your face in the pillow afterward.

“What do you want?”

“A break. Mum has been bossing Fleur and me around since dawn, and we’d like to do a little bit of celebrating of our own, too.”

“Gross,” Fred said, reluctantly picking his clothes off of the floor. “We’ll be down in a bit.” Bill shut the door behind him, and you revealed your face from behind the pillow. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you said, walking over to him. “Happy Christmas Eve.” He kissed you softly, holding you to his chest.

“Happy Christmas Eve.”

Mrs. Wesley was so stressed about keeping the Christmas traditions alive in these trying times that she completely forgot about keeping them fun. She had everyone decorate cookies in the kitchen, and while Fred had his arms around you to give your gingerbread a beard just like Hagrid’s, she came over and told you that you were wasting frosting.

Dinner was worse. You were in charge of making mashed potatoes, but when you served them, Mrs. Weasley said that Ron liked them lumpy, and yours were too smooth. You cut into your plate four times that night, and Fred had to charm it out each time.

You were sitting by the tree with Fred after dinner, drinking a cup of tea spiked with Fire Whiskey. George and Ginny were playing a game of exploding snap, Bill and Fleur were discussing in hushed tones with Remus and Kingsley.

“Present time!” Mrs. Weasley said, bustling into the room. She passed one around to everyone, a wide smile on her face. You each opened a pair of pajama pants. Fred and George’s were matching with an embroidered logo of Weasley Wizard Wheezes. Yours were embroidered with twinkling purple stars. For what felt like the first time in a while, you beamed widely.

“Alright, you lot, time for bed. Christmas comes early!” Mrs. Weasley said, ushering you all out of the living room. You followed behind a row of redheads, and were at the top of the stairs when you realized you left your wand downstairs. If it were normal times you wouldn’t mind, but with a war going on, it was always best to be armed.

“Oh, Mrs. Weasley,” you said, nearly running into her at the end of the stairs.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“Yes, I just forgot my wan- Are you alright, Mrs. Weasley?” She sniffed back a few tears, nodding.

“No. It’s Christmas and my son and his friends who I love as children are missing, my children who are home hate being here, I don’t know if this is going to be our last-”

“Hey, hey,” you said, helping her to sit down. “We don’t hate it here. We’re all just as worried as you.”

“Really?”

“Really. And this isn’t going to be our last Christmas together, I promise.” She smiled, hugging you tightly.

“Thank you, Y/N. Go on, now, I’ll be fine. Fred’ll be missing you.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Weasley,” you said, running up the stairs quickly. Fred was in his new pajamas, creating a small ball of light at the end of his wand when you walked in.

“Hey, where’d you go?” he asked, sitting up in bed.

“Ran into your mum on my way to grab my wand.” He nodded and scooted over so you could climb in bed next to him. You changed out of your jumper and jeans and slipped on a Holyhead Harpies t-shirt and your new pajamas.

“I love you,” you said, crawling into bed with him.

“I love you,” he said, a look of subtle confusion on his face. “What did my mum say?”

“She just reminded me what’s really important.” He kissed your forehead, still not fully understanding what you were saying. Before he could ask though, you had closed your eyes.

Christmas morning broke, and for once you weren’t woken up by any other Weasley than the one you wanted. Fred was humming a Christmas carol as he played with your messy bedhead.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Morning.”

“Happy Christmas.” You smiled at him, letting him kiss you softly.

“No crazy orders this morning?” you asked.

“Nope.”

“Well this might be the best morning ever,” you said, holding his cheeks as you kissed him again.

“Oh, it will be.” You raised an eyebrow at him as he climbed over your body and stumbled out of bed. For the first time, you looked over your shoulder and saw the tiny tree that Fred had conjured up.

“What is this?” you asked, sitting up happily.

“Well, we aren’t at our flat, but I still wanted our first Christmas as an adult couple to be just ours.”

“Adult couple sounds gross,” you said, crawling out of bed and over to him on the floor.

“Well, how about I call us something else?”

“Wh-” Fred reached around the little tree, bringing out a small, square box. “Is that for me?”

“It is,” he said, handing it to you with a smile. You ripped off the paper, and opened the ring box, finding a petite gold ring. “I know it’s supposed to be five gold rings, but I thought one was better than none.” You laughed, feeling a prick of tears in your eyes.

“I thought all of the presents were destroyed.”

“In the shop, yeah, I’ve been carrying this around with me for quite some time. May I?” You nodded as he took the ring out of the box.

“Y/N,” he began, a few tears forming in his eyes, “I love you so, so much. The things you’ve done for me, and the ways you’ve supported me, you’ve helped me more than you’ll ever know. I am so grateful that you cursed me in Harry’s D.A. club and that I got to spend every moment after that trying to get you to love me.” You laughed as he picked up your hand.

“I love you, and I want to start repaying you for all the things you’ve done for me. I never want you to feel scared or alone or anything and not know that I’ll be right there. I want you to be a part of my crazy family. I want to spend every day knowing that I have the most amazing woman by my side. I want to make you happy.”

“You do,” you said, laughing softly. Fred laughed, too, squeezing your hand.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?”

“Yes.” He slipped the ring on your finger before pulling you in for a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Happy Christmas.”

“Happy Christmas.”

“Fred! Y/N!” You were leaning in to kiss him again when Mrs. Weasley called.

“Welcome to the family,” Fred said with a smile.

“There’s no other family I’d rather be with,” you said, kissing his lips before hopping up to go help Mrs. Weasley make everyone else’s Christmas become as spectacular as yours.

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Make me quit the day before my birthday? Have fun getting fired.

TL;DR at the bottom.

Quick background: From 2009-2012 I worked at a local quick lube chain. Oil changes in under 20 minutes only using a trusted oil brand etc. etc. Going into this job I assumed that’s all I’d be doing. Quick oil changes & the occasional tire rotation. I was wrong. Working for this specific chain its all about the extra services and products to bang customers over the head for that they might actually need, but not for double the price of the local auto parts store. Maintaining a higher average sale every month was very important for keeping your job. And just for reference the district managers wanted all service techs to at least have a $60+ average every month. A basic oil change was $35. On average we would do anywhere from 20-50 cars a day depending on the day of the week in a 3 bay garage. Its also worth noting that if you maintained a high monthly sales average consistently, you were considered better than everyone else and put at the front of the line for promotions. It was also very common for someone with a high average to go from a tech to being a manager of their own store within a year. Yes, there was a high turnover rate. And yes, it was most certainly due to management consistently hiring drug addicts and not running background checks on people. Now starts my story.

Over the course of my employment I worked my way up to being a shift supervisor. This was one position below assistant manager, but I still held keys to the shop and had the alarm systems code. I opened and closed the shop regularly and if I wasn’t too busy with college I could have been an assistant manager any time I wanted. Managers i worked with loved me & the district manager as well. It was honestly a fun job made a lot of friends working there that I still am friends with to this day. But then we got a new manager we’ll call Johnny.

Johnny was a dick. Younger guy, 25 at the time, thought he was hot shit cause he held an $80+ sales average consistently since he started. Some people considered him a blessing because he helped other techs get their averages up too. Turns out he only helped them to make himself look better for raises and promotions.

Heres a quick list of things Johnny did once he took over my store. Consistently disappeared while working for hours at a time to go walk around talking to the local college girls. Left every Saturday (the shops busiest day) 3-5 hours early and would have someone else clock him out at the end of the day. I soon discovered he lived in the next town over from me and knew people that knew him. “Johnny? A manager? Last time i saw him he was so coked up he punched himself in the face till he bled. He dropped out of high school and ended up living in the park for a while. How’d he get the job with no diploma?” He was bipolar so screaming matches and temper tantrums became a regularity. We had an employee that I believe had some form of autism and Johnny would make him do dumb stuff cause he thought it was funny. He dumped a mop bucket filled with dirty water on the shops floor as soon as I finished mopping it at the end of the day cause I pissed him off somehow. He got people that he didn’t like fired by making fake schedules showing they were off for 3 days straight when they were actually on the schedule to work and when the employee didn’t show up for the shifts he would write them up in secret for a no call no show for each day but didn’t tell the employee until they came in for their supposed shift and would fire them on the spot. “If you want to argue call corporate.” And now my favorite thing he did often that I walked in on him doing. Remember how I said he held a $80+ average? Well he did that by ripping off elderly customers by lying to them about their cars selling them services that either weren’t actually getting done or weren’t even needed and selling parts weren’t even parts the car had that could even be replaced or just wouldn’t be getting replaced.

I discovered his little scam by getting stuck closing the shop so he could go home a few hours early. I decided to use the time to go through the days invoices and finding two huge sales on cars that I worked on. Only problem was that I didnt do any of the services on either of those cars. Hell, one of the invoices said the transfer case & rear differential were serviced. Those dont exist on 2011 Honda Civics. I then started watching the customers he would ring up and write down notes like the car, time, and customer. At the end of the day Id find those invoices and get the internal numbers. At the time I didnt think I’d ever use these notes, but 100% thought they would be useful. And it certainly was useful the day before my birthday.

I requested my birthday off 2 months in advance by submitting a formal request form and handed it to the assistant manager who just started learning how to make the schedule and left a copy on Johnny’s desk. The day before my birthday Johnny and the assistant manager were looking over the schedule in front of everyone to see who was working the next day and when he discovered I was off he asked why. To which the AM replied, “well yeah he requested it a while ago didn’t you see the form?” Johnny replies with, “Yeah I did....fuck that. Request denied fa**** you’re working tomorrow. Got a problem with it turn in your keys now cause if you don’t show up you’re fired.”

I promptly changed into my street clothes, took the key off my key ring, handed it to Johnny, and left. He called me back a few hours later begging me to come back but I would still have to work on my birthday. I laughed for a few seconds and hung up. Now its time for the revenge.

I got in contact with someone in the corporate office a few hours away, explained the situation that had occured in the morning, and gave a few examples of what Johnny was doing wrong at the store. They asked if I could email them everything I had and promised they would look into it. The DM gave me a call asking if I wanted to work at a different store, but I turned it down deciding its time for me to move on. The job made me hate cars and people so it was time to move on. I didnt hear anything about it for a while till the guy who is now my best friend calls me laughing hysterically with news about Johnny.

Apparently Johnny had been begging for a raise or a promotion to start training people to become managers so he would be out of the stores & customer service completely. One day he got a call from the corporate office to discuss this. He was beyond elated and told everyone who would listen. Turns out that was a lie. They had him drive 3 hours away to sit him down to review footage of the things he’s been doing, going over those bogus invoices, and listen to voicemails of customers calling and complaining about getting ripped off. He was immediately fired.

Found out he ended up never finding work in the state again and actually ended up moving a few states away.

Myself I ended up in a different industry working for the state making way more money with a ton of benefits. Unless Johnny hit the lotto, the winner is me.

TL;DR Jerkoff manager acted like a jerk and ripped off old people to make himself look good. After he forced me into a position to quit I snitched. Few weeks later he drives 3 hours away to corporate a meeting where he thinks hes getting a raise or a promotion, but he actually ended up getting fired.

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Natural Born Killers Chapter 6 (Sam x Dean)

Title: Natural Born Killers Chapter 6

Summary: It started as an accident. That’s what it was. But things escalated from there and now the law wants Dean Winchester, one way or another.

Warnings: Language, underage kissing

Present

Victor set there in silence for a second, not believing what Sam had just told him. There was no way that it had happened that way.

“So, you’re telling me that your dad just died of a heart attack and that was it?” Victor asked. Sam nodded.

“Years of strictly fast food will do that.” Sam said. “Surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”

“A death certificate was never filed for him.” Victor said.

“We gave him what you would call a viking funeral…”

*****

1999

Sam’s phone was ringing. It was their first morning together and that damn phone would not stop ringing. Dean wanted to chuck it in the trash, but Sam untangled himself from Dean’s arms and got up.

“If I don’t answer, they’ll just keep calling.” Sam said. “It’s Bobby.” Dean looked up at him. He wondered if John had mentioned anything to the other hunters about what he had seen. But Dean was sure if he had, there would’ve been a mob after him. And, for the most part, they were all pretty friendly.

“Hello?” Sam answered.

“Sam? Are you okay? I’ve been trying all morning.” Bobby said. Sam nodded.

“Yeah sorry. We met up with Dean and him and I spent the whole night talking.” Sam explained. Dean waited, watching Sam as he paced. He had grabbed a shirt from his bag, which was one of Dean’s old rock shirts that he had taken, and was walking around wearing just it and nothing else. Dean licked his lips watching him.

“Dean’s with you?” Bobby asked.

“Uh, yeah.” Sam said.

“Good. That means your safe. Where’s your dad?” Bobby asked.

“I don’t know. He went out on a hunt a few days ago.” Sam said.

“Balls.” Bobby groaned. “He sent a cryptic message off last night and I’ve tried calling his phone but can’t track him down. Do you know where he was going?”

“He keeps me pretty in the dark unless he wants something.” Sam said. He turned to look at Dean and didn’t miss the way he grit his teeth at the way John had treated Sam. “Did you try running his location?”

“Bastard didn’t give me the name he was using on his phone.” Bobby said. “What state are you boys in?”

“Arkansas.” Sam told him.

“I’m on the Missouri, Arkansas line.” Bobby said. “There was a Wendigo out here and I took it out. There’s reported werewolf activity in someplace called Center Grove, Arkansas. You boys close to there?”

“Few towns over.” Sam said. “Think dad went after the werewolf?”

“Wouldn’t hurt for me to look. You two stay put. I’ll call you when I figure something out.” Bobby explained.

“Thanks Bobby.” Sam said. They both hung up and Sam went over to Dean, snuggling up next to him. He could feel Dean’s unease and looked up at him. “Bobby’s looking for Dad.” Sam explained.

“I figured.” Dean said. “What has John told anyone about me?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked. “He’s been telling everyone you’ve been taking your own hunts.” Dean nodded. “De, what didn’t dad want me to be near you?”

“Sammy…” Dean started, but Sam gave him those eyes. “John, he walked in on me killing someone.”

“Who?” Sam asked.

“Two shitheads who beat you up.” Dean said. “And I don’t regret it. The only thing I regret was that he saw and took you away from me.” He played with Sam’s hair. “I would kill anyone who hurt you.” He was met then with lips on his. He wrapped his arms around Sam and held him close.

“I’m yours.” Sam whispered, resting his forehead against Dean’s. “No one else's.” He felt Dean’s hold tighten on him.

“I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me.” Dean assured him. “I will take care of you baby boy. You never have to worry ever again.”

****

Sam was asleep later that afternoon when Bobby called. Dean took the phone call. He was watching TV and writing out a shopping list of things that they needed. Sam’s phone was ringing and Dean picked it up upon seeing the caller ID.

“Hey Bobby.” Dean said.

“Dean.” Bobby said. “I’ve got some news for you boys. I’d prefer to tell you in person though. Where are you guys at?” Dean closed his eyes. He wasn’t sure if this was a trustworthy arrangement or not. But it was Bobby, and Bobby had never done anything to them.

“Forest Hill motel.” Dean told Bobby.

“I’ll be there soon.” With that, he hung up. Dean went over to Sam and placed gentle kisses on exposed skin, slowly waking him up.

“De?” Sam asked with a yawn. “What’s going on?”

“Bobby’s on his way over. He said he has news for us.” Dean said, running his fingers through Sam’s hair. Sam moved into Dean’s touch. “Come on baby boy, gotta get up. My guess is he’ll be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Don’t wanna.” Sam yawned.

“I know, I know.” Dean kissed on his neck. “After he leaves, we’ll go out for a night on the town. Sound like fun?”

“Yeah.” Sam said, getting up. He had showered earlier, but had opted to put that t-shirt of Dean’s back on. Not that Dean minded. Dean had made sure to hide those clothes of his in a bag. He would burn them later.

And, sure enough, twenty minutes later found Bobby’s Roadrunner pulling into the parking lot and the older hunter knocking on the door. Dean answered and Sam looked up from the book he was reading.

“Hey Bobby.” Dean said, smiling as he let him in.

“Dean. Sam.” Bobby said, nodding at them. “I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“What is it?” Sam asked, leaning forward in his seat. Bobby took a deep breath.

“Your dad...he’s dead.” Bobby said. Dean looked over at Sam and saw the tears spring up in his eyes. Damn, that kid was a good actor.

“W-what?” Sam asked. “How? Where?”

“‘Bout three towns over. Looks like he was after the werewolf and it or something else got to him.” Bobby shook his head. “It was bad.”

“Oh god.” Sam said, full tears falling down his face. He reached for Dean, who immediately hugged him. “What are we going to do now?”

“Well, you boys can come live with me if you want. But since Dean’s an adult, I figured that you two would want to go out on your own.” Bobby said. “But, like I said, my house is always open to you both.”

“I’ve been saving up. I’ll find us a place.” Dean said. “Sam can go to school and I can get a job. We need a little normal in our lives.” Bobby nodded in agreement. “I guess we’re going to give him a hunter's funeral.”

“Want me to tell anyone?” Bobby asked.

“If they ask, tell ‘em.” Dean said. Bobby nodded.

“I’ll help you boys make the pyre then I have to get back up home.” Bobby told them. “Why don’t I call you boys when I get everything set up. You really don’t want to see him like this.” Dean still holding a crying Sam against him.

“Thanks Bobby. We owe you.” Dean said, looking up at him. Bobby offered a small smile and patted Dean on the shoulder.

“You boys don’t owe me anything.” He said. “I’ll call you soon.” He headed out the door. Sam waited until he heard the Roadrunner start up before he sat up and wiped his eyes. Dean looked at him.

“Damn Sammy, when did you become such a good actor?” Dean asked. “If I didn’t know better, I would’ve believed that you were upset the old man was dead.”

“I’m so glad he’s gone.” Sam said. “I’m so tired of the way he treated me.”

“You never have to worry about him again baby boy.” Dean said, kissing the top of his head.

****

A couple hours later found the Winchester’s heading out to a clearing where Bobby had prepared John’s body. Dean and Sam both made sure to turn on the waterworks at the right time. Bobby never suspected a thing.

“You two are welcome to come up and settle at my place until you figure out what you’re going to do.” Bobby told them as they watched the pyre burn.

“We might take you up on that offer Bobby.” Dean said. “At least until we can figure out where we want to settle.”

“Just tell me when ya idjits are heading that way.” Bobby said, giving Dean a hug before hugging Sam. “I’ll see you boys soon.” With that, Bobby got in his car and left. Dean and Sam stood there, watching as John burned.

“Here.” Sam said, handing Dean the bag of bloody clothes. Dean nodded and tossed them into the fire.

“Good riddance old man.” Dean growled. He held Sam’s hand as they stood there together.

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producerguk · 6 years

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pendulum, epilogue

➝ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

➝ genre: angst, fluff

➝ warnings: swearing

➝ word count: 5,7K

» it’s hard to move on from something you thought you would always have. you have to decide whether to fight for it or let it go.

➝ a/n: this is the final part of pendulum; i’m very proud of the outcome, given everything i’d originally thought. i’d like to thank @btsflufflysmut for editing. i hope you enjoy it; let me know what you think.

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part 1

“Vanilla or cappuccino?” Joohyun asks when she stumbles upon you, wandering around her apartment at three in the morning.

“Don't you have an early schedule today?” you ask, dropping your weight down on the couch.

“Yeah, but what's the fun in having my best friend as my roommate again if I don't get to binge eat?” she teases, opening the fridge to get your favorite flavor of ice cream.

“Movie or reality show?” you turned the TV on, not paying attention to the drama playing.

“I think it's best if we talk, don’t you?” She throws a silver spoon your way, digging her own in the white cream.

“Joohyun…”

“You’ve been here almost two weeks and you still haven’t told me how you feel,” she sighs, mouth full and wearing a frown, her stare filled with worry.

“I know, I just…”

“I don't care about how you broke up — or what he told you. I do care about what’s on your mind, though. I hate seeing you like this.”

You let out a heavy sigh, letting the ice cream melt onto your tongue as you force yourself to think back on the feelings that still kept you up at night. Joohyun bites down on her lips, expectantly waiting for you to finally share the reason you still cried and ended up seeking comfort in her bed, every night.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over him,” you confess, and she calls your name, resting her hand on your knee with a pout on her pink lips. “It's not that I think I’m not enough, or he’s the last dick on earth-,”

“Good, because he isn't,” she cuts you off, leaning her head on your shoulder as she takes another spoon of ice cream. “There’s pussy too.”

“It’s because I forgave him that same day we talked,” you ignore her remarks, sighing to hide a smile. “And I miss him like crazy, Hyun.”

“Of course you will, baby,” Joohyun pats your thigh, her voice no louder than a whisper. “You guys dated for two years, it's only natural.”

You run your fingers through her hair as you dug into the ice cream again, letting your eyes fall on the TV. You didn’t bring yourself to say it, but what made it worse was not being sure if you even wanted to get over him. Your heart ached every time you remembered why he wasn't beside you, the only thing keeping you from going back being your stubbornness and hurt pride.

“Jungkook definitely misses you too,” Joohyun says, honesty bathing her eyes and words. “But I think you should give yourself a chance of being happy without him.”

“Thanks, Hyun-ah,” you whisper, kissing the top of her head.

Despite the memories that messed up your sleeping schedule and clouded your judgment, Joohyun was right. You decide to give your thoughts a break, focusing on the movie you’d watched a thousand times before, binge eating ice cream and cuddling your best friend.

Giving in to your feelings could wait for another night.

┈

You wake up with your phone ringing, resisting the urge of throwing it against the wall again, unwilling to waste so much money in less than two weeks. You answer, not looking at the ID of the caller.

“I better be rich or someone’s gonna be dead,” you threaten with a raspy voice caused by sleep, moving to the other side of the bed, wrapping yourself on the blankets.

“You’re rich with my love,” the other person jokes, bringing a wide smile to your lips as you recognized who it was.

Park Jimin.

“Oh, hey, how are you?” You ask him, propping yourself up on the bed.

“I’m good, although I really miss you.”

“I miss you too, Chim.”

It wasn't a lie. Out of everyone you met while dating Jungkook, Jimin was the one you got along with the best, becoming one of your best friends not long after. Namjoon even used to joke you should be dating Jimin instead of the maknae.

“How about we meet? We can go to that coffee shop you love and talk about how talented Taemin is.”

“You had me on coffee,” you laugh, getting out of the bed, already looking for some clothes.

“I’ll pick you up in fifteen. Wear something warm, it's cold outside,” he says, and you heard a door closing in the distance.

“See you in fifteen.”

For the second time that week, you allowed yourself to take a break from Jungkook and all the overwhelming thoughts in your mind. Seeing Jimin after everything was certainly going to raise up a few eyebrows, but you didn't care.

The world could kiss Jungkook’s ass about his ex-girlfriend meeting his band mate for coffee. You were dying to see Jimin again and no rumours would stop you from doing so.

┈

You loved cotton candy skies. The light shade of pink mixing up with blue and purple, a few stars appearing alongside the moon, slowly saying goodbye to the sun and welcoming the night. You felt at peace. A way for the sky to assure you everything would be fine, someday. The bitter coffee warmed your insides, creating a contrasting tone with the almost cold wind that hit the rooftop patio of the coffee shop.

Besides the strong coffee that never failed to please your senses, the aesthetic of the place got a hold on you. The rooftop was reserved for only a few customers, a way the owners found to repay the love and kindness in which you treated them. Having known them ever since your high school years, they treated you like a daughter and took your idea, decorating the rooftop with countless flowers and little plants, small lanterns illuminating each wooden table, alongside small cacti and a few magazines and books.

“I missed this place,” you confess, holding the black mug filled with coffee.

“I missed your cute face,” Jimin tells you, drinking his mocha to suppress a smile his eyes failed to hide.

“How are you? How are the boys? I miss your annoying faces.”

“We all miss you. We’re working hard for the comeback, it's in a couple of weeks, and we haven't gotten where we wanted to, yet.”

“But isn't the album ready?”

“Yeah, but Jungkook keeps messing up the choreo and his solos so much that we end-,” he doesn't finish, biting his lips and closing his eyes, cursing himself for mentioning him. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to bring him up.”

“It's okay, Chim,” you assure him, forcing yourself to smile. “I don't mind.”

At least that's what you told yourself. The first step to forget about Jungkook was holding no grudges and not wishing he choked on his own spit. It was the only rule you had, and your heart lived by it. So far, you were doing ok, but didn't mean it didn't hurt.

“He showed me the choreo once, it was solid,” you try to force Jimin to continue. You had to know how Jungkook was doing, that being your best way of trying, indirectly.

“Yeah, but his head is not in the comeback anymore,” Jimin mumbles, running his hand through his black hair, probably wondering if he should tell you.

“You don't have to tell me if you don't want to.”

“He’s fucked up,” sighing, he looks at the sky as he remembers his best friend’s behavior. “Ever since you left he’s been staying at the dorm. He’s not eating, he can’t control his emotions when he sings, and he doesn't sleep. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Is this why you called me?” You ask him, unconsciously wishing he would beg for you to contact Jungkook — you would gladly do so.

“What? No. Listen, Jungkook is my best friend, but he deserves it,” Jimin assures you, holding your hand. “He fucked things up and I would never ask you to give him another chance because he’s having to deal with the consequences of his mistakes,” he sighs, looking deeply into your eyes. “He’ll get over it.”

“Will I, though?” You let out, your eyes filling with tears at the image of him getting it as hard as you, if not more. “I miss him a lot, Chim. Sometimes I wish we could go back in time and re-do everything we did wrong.”

“I know that, but don’t you think it is best to try to find your peace without Jungkook? I mean, you guys lost yourselves in each other.”

“Joohyun said the same thing,” you were reminded, biting your lip as you looked at the moon, much more visible now on the darker sky.

“Why don’t you try with her?”

What?

You looked at him as if he’d told he was pregnant. It was absurd. Joohyun was your best friend, and an idol. It would be impossible.

“What? You guys always seemed to have a sexual tension,” Jimin laughs, his eyes almost closing as his teeth appeared. “And we both know she would fuck you on sight, come on.”

“Chim, she’s an idol. It’s impossible.”

“Bitch, you dated Jungkook on the low for almost a year, what the hell are you talking about?”

You shake your head. It would be too much, even for you. You had a thing for Joohyun ever since you met her, in her trainee years. It didn't disappear when you started dating Jungkook, and Joohyun started dating Seulgi, and both of them always joking around about a foursome, with you being the one that kept it from happening. But even now, you weren't sure that would happen.

“I don’t know, Jimin.”

“I wouldn't pass the opportunity,” he jokes, taking a bite of the cake you shared. “But seriously, think about it. You deserve to move on.”

“I certainly will,” you laughed, not sure about which of the sentences you had agreed on.

┈

[07/03 11:23AM] JEONGGUK: i’m sorry.

[07/15 04:33AM] JEONGGUK: i love you.

[07/31 03:21PM] JEONGGUK: i miss you.

[08/17 02:08AM] JEONGGUK: i hope you’re doing okay.

[08/26 10:32AM] JEONGGUK: fuck, i still love you.

[Today 9:51PM] JEONGGUK: i hope you’re having the best time of your life.

Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up — it’s your mantra, at 00:21AM. The feelings that washed over your body with the small display of affection from him had you dialing the number known by heart. You had nothing in mind to say to Jungkook, but the call was still on, every ring making your breath hitch in your throat.

The sound suddenly became cold, a low breathing on the other side of the line, a sad melody playing in the background. He had picked up. You bite your lip, running your hands through your hair locks, unsure of which step to take next.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers, so low you doubted he really had said something.

“Hi,” your tone isn’t higher than his.

You slowly moved out of the bed, careful not to wake Joohyun. Sitting down on the couch, you allow yourself to inhale a deep breath, still unsure of what to say.

“How have you been?”

“How are you?”

Both of you ask together, causing each other to chuckle lightly, slowly easing the tension in the atmosphere. Butterflies flew in your stomach at the sound of his laugh, making you doubt if you were entertained by your awkwardness or by him.

“It’s been a long time, huh?” He says, hanging on to every word. You could almost imagine him lying in bed, a hand under his head as he bit his lips, eyes locked in the ceiling.

“What are you doing?” You couldn't help yourself.

“I’m staring at the stars, they’re beautiful tonight.”

“I can see the moon from the couch,” you sigh, biting your lip as you hugged your knees, eyes locked on the satellite through the window glasses.

“Is the same apartment you lived together before, right?” He asks and you nod, aware he wasn’t able to see. “It has a great view.”

“Do you remember when you used to build forts in the living room just because you wanted to look at the sky without actually having to go outside?”

“It was winter, it was cold,” he defends.

“It was the middle of the summer, Gguk,” you laughed, reminded of how hot it got under the covers.

Fuck.

“You’re lying,” he joked, acting as if he hadn't heard you calling him by his nickname after so long. “It was literally snowing and I have videos to prove it.”

“You always film everything, god.”

“I have to remember the good times. And sometimes it's too beautiful to let it slide.”

He was always taking pictures and making little movies in his spare time. Most of them involved you and his friends, the people he loved. You heart stung with flashes of the times he’d held cameras for you, his smile wide behind the lenses, his eyes shining brighter than the full moon in the darkest sky.

“You’re happy, right?” Jungkook asked once the silence settled again, your heartstrings jumping and breaking.

Were you? Joohyun was funny, lovable and always there, despite her schedule. You felt okay, although dark days always crept their way to you in the night, your tossing and turning in bed unable to shake the bad thoughts away.

“I’m trying to be,” you were honest, exhaling a breath you had no idea how long you had held in.

“I want you to be happy, okay?” Jungkook says, the sound of his footsteps on the marble floor telling you he was moving around in his own bedroom. “I fucked up with you, but that doesn't mean everyone else will too. Give happiness a chance.”

“I know.”

You did, but knowing that did not fill the emptiness you felt. He felt guilty for gifting you with trust issues and self-doubt; for leaving under the same circumstances he found you in.

“You deserve to be happy too.” Saying that wasn’t easy when you still wanted him to be happy with you. “I forgive you.”

“It doesn't ease my heart to hear that,” Jungkook whispers, his sobs and the weakness in his voice giving away that he was crying.

“You’ll always have me, okay?” You confess, forcing your own tears back. “I’ll always love you. Do you remember that promise we made?”

“On our birthday?” He remembers, sniffing away his troubled thoughts. “You told me you were mine.”

“I will always be yours, one way or another,” you whisper, closing your eyes and moving your head to the back of the couch. “Nobody ever loved me like you did and I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you. And to be honest, I don't think I can.”

“But I hurt you so bad. W-why do you still feel like t-this?” He stutters on his words, tied knots wrapped around both your throats.

“Because you’re home, Jungkook,” you cry, hugging yourself tighter. “You will always be my home.”

“No one can ever replace you,” he promises, as lowly as you.

You stayed in silence, both digesting the words that left your mouths. Could you ever be as happy with someone new as you were with him, despite everything? Would you ever move on and leave your romantic feelings behind? Should you?

“You are my home too,” Jungkook says, more controlled with his emotions. “I’ll always be here for you, in every way, with all of me.”

“Thank you.”

You end the call. That wasn't the emotional roller coaster you had signed up for. In your head, you would fight and tell him to move on, lying your way out of his life even if meant hurting him. But you ended up by confessing the feelings you still tried to suppress, making more promises you could never break.

┈

Ceremony Awards were your private hell on earth. Being a part of the legal team under IU’s management, you were used to being in the background with two phones in hand in case the cameras caught something they weren’t supposed to — which wasn’t impossible to have happen since the woman loved some public action.

“Please, no runs for the bathroom this time,” you beg her as another girl fixed up her dress, both fighting to suppress a smile.

“Sit by my side, then,” she offers, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear, an innocent smile on her red lips. “This way, if I need to relieve myself, you can just come with and keep an eye open for any party breaker.”

“Who buys your face doesn’t buy your nymphomaniac personality,” you joke, typing away on the company’s phone to see if her plan should have a go.

“People love a cutie on the streets and a freak on the sheets, what can I say?” Jieun laughs, already looking around the place for a possible lay. “But you’re good now, right? Your break was long.”

The whole world knew who you were, if not for being one of IU’s staff, then for being Jungkook’s girlfriend. As soon as the picture of the woman, who wasn't you, sucking Jungkook’s dick trended all over the internet, the company asked for you to take a break from work, as a way to not stain their best act’s image — since you were always seen together. You wanted to drown in work to help you forget everything, but you were forced to stay in hiding, having all the time in the world to think about Jungkook’s cheating and wallow in self-pity. They only allowed you to come back after two months, when people were already over the cheating of the year.

“Yeah, I’m good. Time is really a remedy,” you tell her, checking the phone for a confirmation that you were free to sit alongside her, although you should be kept in the shadows for your own safety.

“Shitty that every medicine can cause an overdose if in large doses,” Jieun mumbles, clearly bitter with your ex-boyfriend.

She was the one to introduce Jungkook to you. A rookie on the team, you were still struggling to not mess everything up on the award, an eye attentive to her every move and the other on possible crows, thirsty to ruin the image of the nation’s golden girl. Jieun brought you to him in the backstage, begging to congratulate BTS on their performance, after the ceremony was over. You fell for her enthusiasm and humbleness, happy to lead the way to the seven men about to receive a compliment from her.

You barely got to talk to their representatives about the whole deal when she pulled your arm and practically threw you into Jungkook — a smug smile as she babbled an “you’re welcome” to the man, that kept his hands on your elbows, to prevent you from falling straight to his chest.

After that night, Jieun was happy to be his beard to every date you had, but always denying the rumours that came up. She was the first to express her support for your relationship when Jungkook willingly let your name slip during a live, causing people to realize what happened behind the curtains.

“You don't have to be mad with him,” you told her, smiling truthfully. “I’m good now.”

Jieun said something back, but everything came to a halt when you saw the movement behind her. Namjoon had just passed, walking straight to his designed seat, nodding and waving politely to people he crossed paths with — the rest of BTS closely behind.

Your eyes fell in Jungkook’s, slowly walking and waving to the rest of the cameras on the red carpet. He looked like a god, his smile so radiant and contagious. You almost forgot the faint dimples he had on his cheek. His red hair blew you away, the rest of his forehead and the eyebrows displayed in such harmony with the rest of his face. He fixed his suit and gave them a final wave, entering backstage with his head down and no smile, avoiding everything and following Taehyung’s shadowy silhouette.

Your heart ached, about to explode in your chest. Suddenly, the air was rarefied, the room too warm and your thoughts too fast. He was motherfucking ethereal. Your sweating hands and jelly knees made you leave Jieun talking to herself, being the one to take a run for the bathroom to try to compose yourself.

Despite what anyone could think, you weren't hurt by his image. You were excited — maybe even turned on. He looked better than you’d ever seen before, even if clearly surrounded by the heavy gray cloud in his mind. All you thought about was if he still smelt the same, if his skin was still as smooth and warm as your mind remembered. All you could think was if his mouth was still as sweet and soft, if his hands would find your weak spots and how long it would take him to make you see star again.

After washing the sweat off your face countless times, you exit the bathroom, looking around to see if destiny was on your side and brought him to you. But you let out a heavy sight with a bit of disappointment when your eyes lay on Seokjin, rather than Jungkook.

“You look amazing,” he compliments, leaning in to give you a hug and checking out your black and white suit, perfectly designed for running after sasaengs and breaking their noses.

“You’re one to talk,” you laugh, brushing invisible dust off his head-to-toe Gucci set.

“We should hang out someday — catch up and everything,” Jin invites, fixing his hair with a smile painted on his lips. “It’s been almost a year, already.”

“I think so too, I miss your cooking skills,” you joke, playfully punching his arm.

“I miss your drinking skills, brat.”

“I gotta go find Jieun, but take care, okay?” You tell him, looking down at the unread texts vibrating on your phone.

“You too,” he kisses your head, gently squeezing your shoulders. “Don’t forget me.”

“Never, Jinnie,” you promise him, imitating his blowing kiss as you walk away, his laugh filling the room with sweetness.

You wouldn't. Even with how things turned out, meeting Bangtan was one of the things you were most grateful for — and that, you wouldn't take for granted.

┈

Jungkook keeps an eye on his figure in the mirror, letting a few sighs out of his mouth as the staff sets up his harness. He could barely recognize the guy standing in front of him.

So much had happened in the last year that he felt like a different man. Losing you caused him to lose many other things, too. A huge amount of his fans took your side, reasonably, and the hate he got was massive. His relationship with his friends changed since they no longer bothered to protect him as much, letting him take full responsibility for his actions.

But that caused him to grow up, faster than he would’ve acknowledged. Most songs on the new album had a part of him, the little movies he made were filled with meaning — he wanted to remind everyone of who he was, and who he loved. Yoongi even told him he was different, that he was a better version of his past.

He dyed his hair as a way of burying his old self, his mistakes and fears. Jimin told him it would help, that changing something about his appearance was the first step to being completely healed, so he did.

Bright red, almost pink. He aimed for forest fire, but hit cherry blossoms — it meant you, either way. Forest fire for burning everything to ashes, for the destruction he caused, for the way his heart felt beside yours. Cherry blossoms just for you.

“She’s back with IU,” Jin says, snapping Jungkook out of his thoughts. “And she’s still pretty as hell.” Jimin laughs, agreeing.

“I think she will probably hang around at the after party,” Yoongi says, adjusting his choker. “We should stay for a bit.”

Jungkook blocks out the rest of their talk, cleaning his sweaty hands on his leather pants. You were there, hidden somewhere backstage, probably three phones in hand and watching IU as a hawk. The first time you both shared the same roof in over a year.

Would you watch their performance? Congratulate them after, highlighting the better parts and hugging each of them, like you used to? Would you see him?

The thought of you somewhere in the crowd, eyes locked on him, made Jungkook shiver. His heartbeat quickened and the anxiety that washed over him was for the performance.

“You guys are up in forty seconds,” a staff chimes in, adjusting his mic and looking for anything out of the ordinary.

It was showtime.

That meant he had to focus now — the setlist, the choreo and the lyrics taking over his thoughts, pushing you to the back of his mind. Going over as many times as he could before actually stepping foot on stage. The boys gathered around in a circle and pulled him in, professing encouraging words and shouting the group’s name, briefly sharing hugs and smiles as they went to their positions.

The shouting of the crowd was louder than ever when the lights came on, his solo eager for them to continue, as he followed the steps he himself had come up with. Jungkook didn't look to his colleagues once during the first three songs, too focused in his own mind and the adrenaline in his veins — that, strangely, brought peace to his heart.

But now is the fourth song, and they have to interact with the fans, gathered on a small area in front of the stage. His shyness takes over, without a reason to. Hoseok notices his flushed cheeks and waves to Jungkook to sit beside him, feet hanging off the platform. As he bends to sit, the lights come out his focus and he has a clearer image of his fellow idols watching their performance and the fans below, crying and screaming profanities about their wardrobe choice. He laughs when someone shouts something about Taehyung’s tongue, looking over his band mate to see if he’d caught it too. And that’s when he sees you.

On the other edge of the stage, right beside Jieun. Although the cameras and lights are focused on her, to Jungkook it’s you that shines the brightest. Time stops when he focuses his gaze on you, especially on the wide smile adorning your red lips. All the butterflies in his belly come alive and before he knows, he’s mirroring your smile. His heart is as steady as when he’s asleep, the adrenaline replaced by all the excitement and wonder your starry eyes brings him.

And then you give him a shy wave, running your tongue over your lips, pride for him showing off in every action you made. He gets on his feet and bends over, bowing to you from across the room, his smile so wide it’s impossible to hide.

After that, every pair of eyes in the room are attentive to your interaction. But Jungkook doesn't care, he keeps his eyes locked on you until their performance ends. You look breathtaking, even in your suit. The way you silently congratulate him with thumbs up and small reactions makes him feel alive again, waking up the part of him that’s been asleep the whole time you’ve been gone.

┈

You only move after the ceremony comes to an end, Jieun with an arm intertwined with yours, a huge smile on her face for the award she won. You bow to every idol that comes up to congratulate her and the staff, sharing educated smiles as they go find their way to the after party.

“Okay, I gotta do something now,” she tells you, observing your reaction. “Please, come with.”

“The party? I don’t know…”

“No,” she shakes it off, biting her lips in anticipation. “Come congratulate Bangtan with me. I don’t want to deal with my exes on the way there and you scare them off.”

You almost laughed at her obviousness, but you maintain your facade. You never wanted something more. In one of your weekly meetings, Jimin told you how hard they were trying, how much the last album took from them. Seeing them perform with such ease and passion almost had you on your knees, so proud of the outcome of their hard work. All you wanted was to hug every single one of them and tell them they brought art to the stage, in its purest form.

“The things I do to keep my job,” you joke, already walking to the dressing rooms.

“I love you, you asshole,” Jieun nudges you, laughing lightly.

You look around, still checking for paparazzi in the room. Luckily, they were banned backstage, but you still had to make sure none could capture you and Jieun going in — simply to avoid any rumor.

As soon as you passed through the black curtains, a weight was lifted from your shoulders. The staff gives you nods of recognition and allows you to make your way to the last dressing room, where BTS was in. You didn’t have to check to be sure — they always opted for it because it was closer to the bathroom. You knocked on the open door to announce your presence, a wide smile on your lips as the men turned to face you, mirroring your reaction.

“You killed it!” You congratulate Jimin as he comes to hug you, picking you up from the floor, laughs filling the room.

“It was breathtaking,” you hug the rest of them, taking your time. “Tae, your vocals blew me away, what the hell.”

“Did you like the second song?” Hoseok asks when you kiss his cheek, a heart-warming smile painted on his lips. “I made it, every piece of it.”

“It was my favorite!” You confess, laughing as Jieun agrees, resting her hands on Taehyung’s shoulder.

But before anyone can say anything else, the steps that followed made the room freeze in expectation, serious faces glancing between you and something behind you. The perfume gives him away, the smell of flowers and vanilla clouding your senses. You slowly turn to face him, unconsciously holding your breath and biting your lips.

His starry eyes are solely focused on you, as if there wasn't anyone else in the room. He smiles shyly, not showing his teeth. You thought he looked good when you first saw him tonight and during the performance. But to see him up close, eyes and smiles only on you, his cherry red hair falling on the sides of his face leaving his forehead showing, the eyebrows so perfectly drawn and on display, it was an out-of-body experience.

You were sure that Jungkook was the face that every single poet and artist used as their muse. He was art.

“Hey,” you both say together, chuckling; stupid smiles adorning your faces, mad butterflies on your belly.

He bows as you take a step closer, unaware of how much you wanted to hug him — though he doesn't freeze when you wrap your arms around his frame, taking him in. Jungkook hugs you back, his hands wrapped around your waist and face hidden on your hair, as you hide your own on the crook of his neck, allowing his perfume and natural smell to drown you completely. Despite the heart attack you thought you might have, his embrace calms you, the butterflies chilling with the comfort of home.

“Your hair looks amazing,” you confess, distancing yourself just enough to take a look at the color, slowly running your fingers through his locks.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers giving you his bunny smile, his hands still on your waist.

“I loved the stage, your presence was out of this world.”

“Thank you,” he moves a hand to your hair, taking it away from your face to see your rosy cheeks. “It means a lot to me.”

You could kiss him, right now. You wanted to. His lips were rosy and plump, slightly open from his grin. His eyes wavering between your eyes and your mouth, still so close you felt his warm breath on your skin.

That’s when you knew it was gone, the fear of not being enough. Right there, in his arms, his stare as if you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen, the way his breath mirrored yours, the hand on his neck giving away your hearts beating at the same pace. Right there, in his arms, you found home again.

“Go out with me,” you ask him, locking your eyes on his, words no louder than a whisper. “We can go to that coffee shop we had our first date, the one with the rooftop.”

“No,” Jungkook tells you. You can hear your heart breaking before he circles your cheeks, with a cocky smile. “Let me cook for you.”

“Since when do you cook?” You tease, trying to hide how close you were to crying from his joke.

“You made me begin when you told Jimin you would only marry if it was with someone who can cook.”

“I have this effect on you, huh?”

“Always.”

You smile and hug him again, hiding away in him chest as he laughs lightly, feeling fully alive for the first time in a while. He spins you on the ground, as a way to hide himself from his friends, leaving you to face them. They have huge smiles on their faces, watching attentive to both your actions. Jimin gives you a thumb up as Yoongi mumbles a “kiss him” and laughs. You hide more in Jungkook chest, defying whoever said two bodies can’t exist in the same space, and he keeps drawing circles on your waist, allowing both of you to recover from the lack of each other in the past year.

You lift your head, kissing his cheek before returning to the crook of his neck, your hands tugging on his black button up to keep him closer. He lets a heavy sigh out, kissing your forehead.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

“Me neither.”

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old times sake ⏤ self para. (task 004, #2.)

date: september 2018. character(s) involved: chorong; an official who’s assisting on the volunteering & hayun; an elderly woman that duri has assisted before. about: duri has no problem with volunteering; it’s something that he does often without even being prompted by bc entertainment to do so. he decides to volunteer as an action officer (someone who goes to an elderly person’s home and assists them in tasks like changing light bulbs, cleaning, shopping, and etc) after some time of no longer doing it and stumbles upon a good friend, hayun, who he’s assisted before. trigger warnings: n/a. word count: 2,357

Volunteering was something that Duri always enjoyed doing, whenever he had the free time and energy to conduct it, it was something that easily got done. There was something that was incredibly rewarding about doing it. Even seeing the smiles on people’s faces as he helped, that was enough to make Duri’s whole day, even his whole month. Nothing really needed to prompt Duri to go do such a thing, considering he’s been volunteering since he was a teenager. Truly, he didn’t need to be prompted by BC Entertainment to go and so something that he was already doing in his free time.

The sun was shining, the days still warm, but were slightly fading into cooler days as the days passed by. He woke up that early morning, feeling refreshed from his slumber; something that Duri didn’t often feel. He had quietly gotten out of bed, doing his best to make his own bed as quietly as he possibly could. After he finished and was satisfied with the finished product, he crept out of the bedroom to make his way to the bathroom, where he’d freshen up for the day. He took a quick shower, full of steam to open up the pores, before he’d wash his face with his endless skincare routine, brush his teeth, then do his hair. He was making good time for when he had to show up to the police station for his volunteering duties for the day. There was still enough time for some form of breakfast and coffee; coffee was the most important. That was for, well, after he managed to creep back into his room to grab a change of clothes to change into for the day.

After spending enough time beautifying himself, he had finally made his way down the steps to have the first bite to eat for the day; though, he still did things quietly as he wasn’t sure who was awake, who was still asleep, and what was going to echo through the whole dorm. He went simple this morning, a simple meal of toast, some form of fruit, and coffee. It was something quick to eat and he did just that, reading through Instagram, and other things that he had consumed the meal fit for a king. He was quick with it, but not too quick; it wasn’t worth getting indigestion or a stomachache from eating too quickly. He was still making good time, but Duri was always the type of person that wanted to get places incredibly early. Nonetheless, he got him from his seat, collecting his dishes, before washing them by hand, and drying them. He proceeded to wipe down the counters before he’d finally make his way to the door to put shoes on his feet, and go out the door. A hat, sunglasses, and mask over his mouth to conceal his identity from those around him.

It was a bit of a trek to the police station, but it wasn’t something that Duri really minded. He enjoyed talking long walks and taking his time, especially when the weather was nice. He liked to avoid having to sit in cars for as long as possible; he couldn’t make it any more obvious how much he wasn’t a fan of being in a car. He was still working on that though, it was fine when he was the passenger to someone that he trusted, he didn’t feel so nervous or on edge. Trying to get behind the wheel was also a whole other story that he was avoiding; there was no need for that nor did he want to explain how he would felt trying to get behind the wheel. That’s why he only had an ID and not a driver’s license. But, that was not a topic that was current, that would be for another day, another time.

He arrived early; typical of Park Duri, he was always early. He made his way to the office, a very familiar place that he’s seen multiple times over with the times he had volunteered as an action officer. He knocked upon the door softly, before told to come in. “Ah, Duri!” The man shouted from behind the desk. A soft smile lingers against Duri’s lips, “Hello,” he greets with a bow. “Come in, come in. It’s been a long while since you’ve been here,” He says, before Duri steps in and shuts the door behind him. “I’ve been meaning to come back, but my schedule is very busy between everything else. So, I’m sorry for just coming back now,” Duri responded back. “Aigoo, don’t worry about it. I was just excited to hear you were volunteering as an action officer again after a long while. I never thought I’d be speaking to someone’s manager on the phone,” the officer laughs, shaking his head, before sitting down at the table. “Sit, sit,” he says to Duri, before Duri follows such and sits down at the table. “We’re just waiting on Chorong who will be going with you today,” he explains. Duri nods before the two of them would just sit there in the room catching up like a pair of old friends. It wouldn’t be long till Chorong had entered the room, which Duri would stand up to greet her and introduce himself.

With a brightly colored vest, he was excited, to say the least, after finding out that they’d be going to see Hayun, an old woman whom Duri has met times before while volunteering as an action officer. They had become some form of friends, finding things that the two had bonded over. She was someone that he had a lot of fun with and was happy to be able to put a smile upon her face. Chorong and Duri had gotten to the front door of her apartment, before Chorong had knocked upon the door. The two had continued their conversations as if it was nothing before the door was opened and a very happy Hayun was on the other side. “Duri-ah! Aigoo, it’s been so long! How are you?” She said, like an excited grannie who was seeing their grandchild after a while. “I’m good! How are you? Sorry for only visiting now, I’ve been pretty busy,” he said. “Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you’re finally here,” she said, before she let in Chorong and Duri into her apartment. There was a conversation between Hayun and Chorong that Duri didn’t hear because he was focused on the pictures that Hayun had around, since she had added new ones to her collection. There’s a soft smile that sat against his lips as he looked. He turned to Hayun and Chorong a few moments later as they had finished up their conversation with one another.

“Is there anything you want me to do, grandmother Hayun?” He questioned. “Ah, I really need to go shopping for groceries and some new clothes items. But, can you change the lightbulb in the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom?” She asked, before Duri nodded his head. “Yes, no problem!” He said, before he moved to grab the lightbulbs and start doing what needed to be done. Chorong would be given the chore of cleaning a few things that Hayun was unable to do. The ceilings weren’t much higher than Duri was tall, so it was a simple fix for him. He opened them up, before removing the light bulb that sat in there, and replacing it with a brand new one. After switching and placing the thing back on, he’d switch the light on to double check that it did indeed work. He’d spend about ten minutes changing lights out carefully, before riding of the bulbs carefully and placing back what he didn’t use where Hayun had kept things. Then he was quick to assist Chorong in the task that she was doing. Things were looking good and it was nice to see Hayun happy that she was receiving help.

They’d spend the next hour or so out and about, picking up the things that Hayun needed. She had insisted on coming along, saying that it would be nice to get out with the two, and how she wasn’t so nervous to go out considering she had the two with her. They had helped her pick out some clothing that she had needed, as well as helped her shop for food for her apartment. Though, what they didn’t know was she was also gathering stuff for a meal that she was going to make them before they would leave for the day. As they walked along, they came along a bakery, Duri’s eyes looking towards the cakes that were on display. “Keep heading back, I’ll catch up!” He said to the two of them, before he would enter the shop. He purchased a cake, one that he knew was Hayun’s favorite, considering she had mentioned it a few times before. After leaving the bakery, he’d move quickly to catch up with the two of them, the cake in a bag hidden upon the other bags that he was carrying. They had finally made it back to her apartment, before they would work to put things together. “Can you both help me make something before you leave?” She asked, before they would both agree. “We’re going to make a meal to share before you leave because I want to make sure you ate and use this as a thank,” she said, before she’d get to telling them what to do like she was the head chef in a fancy restaurant in some kind of fancy hotel. He kind of chuckled, before he worked on chopping things up for the meal that she had decided on. “Ah, cooking together, this is so nice,” she said in a sing-song voice as she stood at the stove, stirring together ingredients in a sizzling pan.

They talked and laughed, having a good time spending time together. It was like a meeting between old time friends, who was catching up, and just had a good time together as friends. They managed to treat each other like family, but that just seemed to be the people that they were. Chorong was someone that was quickly becoming a friend of Duri’s after spending the day together, plus she was someone that had spent time with Hayun in the past as well. Soon, they’d sit down for the meal with side dishes and all, Hayun really going out for them. They had sat and ate, talking over their meal. It was a normal conversation about life and things going on, Hayun always taking an interest in the things that Duri does.

“My granddaughters are always so jealous that I get to hang out with a member of Knight,” she said, it was something that she would always say and giggle about because she loved to rub it in their faces. They’d probably take a picture together again later so Hayun could once again, show it off to the grandchildren like she liked to.

Though, there was one thing that had managed to hit Duri like a ton of bricks. While they were talking, she’d ask him one question. “How are you, Duri? Are you okay? I know you told me about a few things…” she said, looking upon him. He wasn’t excepting it, but he nodded his head to her question. “Ah, I’m good, I’m good! You don’t have to worry about that,” he said, a soft smile on his lips. Why was that such an easy thing to lie about? How could he lie to Hayun and his new friend, Chorong. Maybe it was just because he didn’t want anyone to worry, especially Hayun in her older age.

Nonetheless, they continued eating, before Duri had gotten up. “I have one more thing that we still have time for before Chorong-ah and I have to leave!” he stated, before he would move quickly to get it. He pulled out a cake, placing it on the table. “Grannie Hayun’s favorite cake!” He said, a giggle leaving his lips. “Aigoo, what’s this for?” She said, before reaching over the table and grabbing his cheeks, “Whoever marries you is going to be so lucky! Do you have anyone? I should set you up, I know a lot of people!” she said, excitement lacing in her tone. He laughed, his head shaking. “I know it’s your birthday soon and I wanted to celebrate it because it’s going to be awhile till we see each other again because the end of the year is coming up, which becomes pretty busy for me schedule wise. And no, no there’s no need to set me up!” He giggled once more, shaking his head, before they’d celebrate with cake, Hayun’s favorite cake. They’d clean up once they were finished, drying the dishes, and putting them away.

“It was so nice today, thank you for coming today to help me out and spend time with me,” she said, a grin upon her face. It was obvious why Hayun would constantly sign up for people to come to volunteer at her place, she just loved people. There was a lot the two had shared in common. “Hold on! Just one picture!” She said, before grabbing her phone to take a picture with him. “Okay, okay! Go now!” She said, before Duri and Chorong would nod after putting their shoes on. “Thank you, grandma,” they’d both say. “If you need anything ever, just call me! If I don’t answer at first, I’ll call you back as soon as I can!” he said, the smile still against his lips. “Okay, we’ll be going first.” Duri and Chorong would make their way back to the police station, just so Duri could finish up anything that was needed for after the volunteer work, as well as to return the brightly colored vest that he had on. He bowed to them, thanking them, and went on his way with the paper he could hand to his manager to show that he had accomplished what BC Entertainment wanted him to.

#fmdtask004 #this is a fucking mess and all over the place idk but its cute ig ?#⌜ self para. ⌝#⎿ tasks. ⏋

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