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kitthepurplepotato · 11 months ago

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🎄Love letters and mistletoes!🎄

Purple Potato Christmas Special!

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Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Genre: One shot - Fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, hint of angst on Izuku’s side (five sentences max)

Summary: With Izuku’s favorite holiday approaching, you decide to give your work partner a present he’ll never forget. Is that a good or a bad thing? - we shall see.

Warnings: Swear words, mention of someone getting hurt, Midoriya is quite depressed at the beginning of the story.

Two more warnings: The story is really fluffy and cute but it’s quite melancholic overall, except the ending!

Also, English isn’t my first language so please be kind! Feel free to send me a message if I messed something up really badly!

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“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Midoriya Izuku raises his glass of orange juice with a proud smile on his face. “Thank you very much for your hard work, as always. I’m so lucky to have you, guys.”

“Cheers, boss!” Your half-drunk colleague yells, making the whole team and Midoriya giggle with his shenanigans.

There is one thing everyone knows about the “boss”; he’s humble to a fault. Whenever something good happens it’s always his agency who gets the praise; Izuku Midoriya can’t take a compliment to this day and he just makes everything sound like a team effort even though he’s the one doing 95% of the job, saving people back and forth, 7 days a week with no holidays in between but he never even complains once.

Well, not in public. He doesn’t complain to anyone but you and that’s the biggest achievement of your whole life, to be honest.

You started working at Midoriya’s agency when you were twenty; pro hero Deku was already a big name back then. He was just about to open his own agency but he had no idea about the business side of it; you still have no clue how you managed to get this job with your non-existent experience but here you are, five years later, sitting in the massive meeting room now decorated with garlands and string lights, while you look at your favorite companion with nothing but love and respect.

Midoriya Izuku absolutely adores Christmas. He decorates the whole agency every year, usually by himself then brings a ridiculous amount of food for the team to feast on after their working hours which he insists he made by himself, but judging by the seasoning it’s probably Dynamight’s doing who also insists “he has nothing to do with this shit.”

Both of these people are terrible liars, by the way.

This year, you were lucky enough to help Midoriya with the decorations. You couldn’t believe it when he asked you to stay longer with him; he might be the friendliest person in the whole world but when it comes to things like this, he somehow enjoys to do them alone, with no one around, just him and the Christmas music blasting from the speakers as the sun slowly sets in the background.

He was much worse five years ago; he loved to chat around about silly things but he absolutely hated to talk about himself, about his feelings, about his plans, about anything that involved him, really; he always changed the topic to something else (or someone else) as the first personal question left the other person’s mouth. After a while, the team just gave up on Midoriya Izuku and they only talked about themselves with him but you couldn’t ignore the massive bags under the hero’s eyes, nor his self-deprecating words when someone somehow managed to make him talk about something personal; you’ve always found the most ridiculous excuses to stay behind with him, to be next to him, to give him support, even if it’s from far away.

Things have started to change on a gloomy Thursday afternoon; Midoriya’s agency managed to catch a massive villain group but not without a price; one of the sidekicks got gravely injured, barely made it out alive and you knew Midoriya was blaming himself for it.

You were just about to leave for the day when you heard the tiny sniffles coming out of his office; needless to say you threw all your belongings on the floor and ran towards the sound right away.

Midoriya was a mess. His eyes were swollen, tears streaking down his cheeks as he continued typing on the computer, completely ignoring his fickle mental state just so he can do some more work. He didn’t even look up from his screen as you opened the door; he tried to school the scowl on his face, he really did, but it was all in vain - he couldn’t hide his red-rimmed eyes or the bags under it.

“Hey, your shift is over, go home. Enjoy your evening, Y/N, I’ll be out myself in a second.”

Lies.

“I’ll wait for you then.” You sat down on the sofa right next to his desk, faking obliviousness.

The silence was awkward, but somehow Midoriya could sense that you wouldn’t leave even if he would have insisted for you to do so, so he nodded to no one in particular and continued his paperwork, continued the sniffling and then finally, the tears came and none of you said a single word about it.

Not until Midoriya Izuku finally broke.

“I should have been there. I should have saved him from that blow…” He muttered to the screen in front of him. You’ve never seen him so heartbroken before and it broke your heart, you could hear it shatter on the floor as you looked up to see the young, Number One hero who’s usually so full of energy and positive thoughts crouching by the computer with nothing but pure blankness in his eyes.

“You were on the other side of the battlefield. I checked the footage already. You can’t save everyone, Midoriya. No human being can, not even All Might.” You whispered into the silence. “She’s okay, by the way. It was a close call but she’ll be fine. Your quick response saved her life. You are not the reason for her suffering. You are the reason she’s still alive.”

Midoriya looked at you like this is the first time he’s seen you for real; your voice was raw, much deeper than your usual work-voice but apparently it was the right choice to show your real self to him because after this, something changed; his walls started to crack as he looked up at you, vulnerable and raw.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, but there was no malice in his voice; it was quite the opposite actually; it felt like Midoriya has opened up a bit, let you see the broken pieces inside him then he let you choose if you want to stay or leave.

“Because I really want to hug you.”

Midoriya’s walls shattered completely in only a few seconds after that. You wanted to share his pain and your wish was granted; Midoriya couldn’t stop the tears anymore, his cry loud and incoherent as he meandered over and sat down next to you. His head landed on your shoulders with a loud thump and he cried and cried, for a few minutes or hours, you have no idea but eventually, the sobs subdued and there was silence, a really comfortable one at that. Your fingers raked through the messy, unwashed curls as Midoriya finally let himself fall asleep in your arms, probably for the first time in the last 48 hours.

Something shifted around you two after that. You didn’t need to ask what’s wrong anymore; if you stayed longer for no reason Midoriya took it as an invite to went, talked about his life, about his problems, no fake smiles, just words and incoherent mumbles as Izuku let out everything that has been bothering him during the day in one go.

It was quite a surprise to see Midoriya’s “ugly” side; you didn’t think he had so much hatred in him, mostly towards himself, you didn’t think he could get so offended by stupid things like the comment section on his Instagram profile but the most surprising thing was that somehow, during his rants and smile-free conversations you managed to fall in love with his broken soul and it only got worse once he let you in when things were good as well; his smile came back and it became more real when it was only the two of you in the building and it made the butterflies have a break dance battle in your tummy, it made your chest tighten, and finally, it made your heart beat in a new, strange way and it felt so right yet so wrong at the same time you couldn’t decide what to do with it for years.

You two became close friends after that. Midoriya invited you to come with him every time his friends went out drinking then kept you close and safe until the end of the night, he opened your door for you and didn’t leave until you fell asleep. You were his plus one whenever there was an event he had to attend, casual or business, you stayed at his office and listened to him talk almost every day, but that was all, there was never a sign from him that he wants this to be more than a close, work-related friendship so you’ve never made a move. It’s not like there haven’t been a chance to do so; oh no, there have been several; like the time you two ended up cuddling on his sofa while you watched a movie after a ridiculously busy week. Midoriya’s fingers went up and down your naked arms while you nuzzled into his neck, happy and content and you were so close to leave a tiny kiss there, but you stopped yourself because you felt like… this, whatever this was, was too pure to ruin with your “dirty”, unrequited feelings.

You didn’t think you will ever have a chance and to be honest, you still don’t think so… But there was this one moment, just a few days before, that made you think that maybe, telling him about your feelings wouldn’t be the end of the world and knowing how understanding Midoriya is, he would probably fight for this friendship even if you fuck it all up with your confession.

You two laughed so much during the decorating and it really didn’t feel like overtime; Midoriya’s honest, sweet laughs were much better than the loaded paycheck by the end of the month. It took you guys ages to finish the whole thing so you two ended up crashing on Midoriya’s office sofa after a quick shower in the communal bathroom.

There wasn’t enough space for the two of you to be comfortable so soon enough you ended up cuddling, Midoriya’s thighs halfway down the sofa but somehow, both of you felt content like that, like it was normal, like it was meant to be.

“Y/N, can I ask you a silly question?” Midoriya mumbled, halfway asleep.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever felt like you have everything you’ve ever wanted but somehow, something is still missing? Is it selfish to want more than what you can get… sometimes?” You couldn’t miss the way Midoriya’s hand clenched by your middle as he said that.

“Midoriya, I respect you but all you’ve got is several mental issues and a good job. There is more to life than that.”

Midoriya’s ugly snort was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Like what?”

“Uhm…” You giggled into Midoriya’s neck. “Puppies. Seeing the world. Learning something new. And uhm… falling in love, maybe…”

“Have you ever been in love, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, and the conversation turned serious. “Is that something you wish for?”

“Only with the right person.” You admitted. “I don’t want to go on blind dates and stuff. I just want… this. Being content. And happy. With someone I respect and adore.”

“Are you happy now?” Midoriya’s voice was right next to your ears but somehow, it sounded so far away; like he’s talking to someone else, to someone watching you two from above, a deity or a guardian Angel.

“Right now? I am.”

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Being Midoriya’s friend was getting harder and harder every day. The urge to touch, to kiss the fresh scars on his nose were almost unbearable sometimes, especially on the days when Midoriya was hard on himself for no reason whatsoever. Thankfully, most days - now that Christmas was approaching - were filled with Midoriya’s laughter instead of the sound of his heartbroken sniffles.

The first day after decorating the office is always fun; everyone cheers as their eyes meet the thousands of colors swirling around the walls, dread of the early morning long forgotten; the Christmas snacks in the cafeteria makes everyone’s lunch a tiny bit more cheerful - there isn’t a single grumpy person in the whole agency on the first day.

After five years, you kinda got used to this but for you and Midoriya, this was a special day for another reason; it was the first day you two woke up in each other’s arms. Something shifted again, but you had no idea what; everything felt the same but somehow different, like the distance between you and Midoriya got halved, like he was in an arm’s length now, waiting for you to finally reach out but you were quite sure it was only the night before that made it feel like that. Until…

“I also brought some things in if that’s okay!” One of your colleagues spoke up with a shit-eating grin on his face. You love this guy but he’s always up to no good and once you’ve seen the mistletoe hanging right above you, you knew what’s his “mischief of the day” was. “Oh no, it seems like we need to kiss...” The guy couldn’t even finish his sentence properly as suddenly, Midoriya appeared out of thin air, right next to you; he spun you around once, making you laugh with his sudden cheekiness, then twice and you two ended up right under the mistletoe. Midoriya’s cheeky smile made your heart do a somersault in your chest and you swear your heart stopped for a second as Midoriya left a comically loud smack on your cheek and left the room, giggling to himself like a mischievous child. “Dang, boss, you are such a cockblock!” He yelled after his cheeky boss while he laughed - there is no way anyone can be mad at Midoriya when he’s in a good mood. He’s just too adorable.

All you could think of for the rest of the day was how soft Midoriya’s lips were and how much you wanted to taste them.

Maybe it’s time for me to tell him. - you thought to yourself as you came up with a Christmas present idea.

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“Next Christmas, I want us to thank you for your hard work, not the other way around.” You tell Midoriya as you two take a little break from cleaning out the office after the Christmas celebration. Calling Chargebolt over was a terrible idea - half of the team had to be taken home by a taxi as Chargebolt couldn’t stop refilling their cups while they weren’t looking. Needless to say, you two haven’t drunk at all, knowing that someone will need to make the place habitable again for tomorrow because hero life never ends, not even on Christmas Eve.

“Having you here with me is enough. It’s not fun to clean up alone.” Midoriya gives you that damn smile you can’t get enough of, even though you see it quite often these days. If this feeling inside your chest isn’t love you have no idea what love is. There is no way there’s a stronger feeling than the ache in your heart as you look at the small, barely visible wrinkles by Izuku’s eyes, the beautiful, gorgeous freckles that didn’t fade with age at all - they also make him look 10 years younger than he actually is - this ache in your heart is urging you to touch, to soothe, to please, to make the other happy; it’s painful but it’s also pleasant, a burn that stings but leaves a nice, tingly feeling afterwards.

“Midoriya… actually… Izuku…” You look up at the most important person in your life and he looks back at you with nothing but pure wonder in his eyes.

“Why does it sound like heaven when you say it?” Izuku mutters with a red face but you are too terrified to actually step back and think about his reaction, because this is it - You are just about to confess and ruin everything you’ve worked so hard for.

“I… I have a present for you. You don’t need to accept it. Please, only accept it if you… if you really mean it.” You mumble as you take out a small envelope and give it to him with shaking hands.

It’s so stupid. And so childish. There is no way in hell you can do this in a proper way so you focus on a random scratch on the wooden floor; you can’t look into his eyes while you slowly let your heart out through your mouth just so he can punch it back into your chest and break it into pieces. Not like he would ever would do such a thing, but still.

He looks at the small envelope with a happy smile on his face for a while then finally, he opens it up and starts reading out loud. You really want the ground to open up under you right now.

“Dear Izuku. (I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.) No, I don’t, I like it haha - You won a prize! … what is this, Y/N?” Izuku giggles but the smile slowly disappears from his face. Every second feels like an eternity. It’s like something is choking you but you can’t do anything about it. “It’s a ticket for a one on one Christmas date with Y/N, platonic, or romantic, depending on your… de…cision.” Izuku looks up from the little card with pure confusion written all over his face.

“As I said, you do not need to accept this at all. I have a plan B. But if you do and you decide on the romantic date… I… I must add that the romantic ticket is non-refundable. And it’s not… for one day. Think about it a Christmas puppy. You give it to someone for Christmas but it’s a responsibility for a lifetime. Oh my god, that sounds so stupid, I’m sorry, I can’t do this, please just forget about it and give that back to me…” you try to get the card back but Izuku pulls it away.

“Do you mean it?” Izuku mumbles; you can’t look into his eyes, you can’t, but at the same time you really want to see his face right now, you need to see how he reacts. You look up from the floor for only a second; and that one second turns your whole life upside down.

Izuku’s eyes are full of tears, but somehow, his whole face looks… happy?

“What?” You mumble back, mesmerized by the sparks in Izuku’s eyes. Were they always so beautiful or is it just the magic of Christmas Eve?

“The romantic date… no refunds, for a lifetime… do you mean it?”

“Would I be shaking like a leaf if I wouldn’t? I’m freaking out, Izuku.” Your voice cracks by the end of your sentence, tears prickling your eyes as you try to keep eye contact.

“I also… have a Christmas present for you.” He mutters, not answering your question which is an answer itself. You know Izuku well enough to know what he means by dodging a question; he’s been doing that for a whole year before you two became friends and you hate how much it hurts to be on the receiving side again, especially in this situation. It was so stupid for you to do this on Christmas Eve. You ruined the holiday for you both and Izuku has been so excited about it and now every year, he’ll think about your stupid confession and how you ruined the only holiday he genuinely enjoys…

“Here. Please, read it. I want to see your face when you get to the end of it.” Midoriya gives you that damned smile again; the smile you love so much and it’s so out of place in this situation but somehow, it gives you hope; it makes you believe that maybe you didn’t ruin your friendship nor the holiday completely and this can be salvaged after all. “Please.” He repeats as he gives you a cute letter, steadying your shaky hands with his own; the feeling of Izuku’s rough fingertips on the back of your hands almost makes you yelp out loud but after a few deep breaths you school your face into something neutral and start reading.

“Dear Y/N. Getting a silly little letter from me must not have been on your bucket list but I hope at least it will make you feel happy. We’ve been close friends for four years now and knew each other five. I think about you as one of the most important people in my life and the feeling only got stronger and stronger as the days has passed and at one point, my feelings got out hand and wandered to an unknown path and it took me literal years to realize what they really mean, so I’m sorry if this letter is a little bit too late.” You need to take a deep breath. This letter sounds suspiciously like a love letter but Izuku has always been an emotional person so maybe, this is his way of telling you he thinks about you as family? “The first thing that made me wonder about my feelings was that… I love to touch you. I love to keep you close. I enjoy being with you alone more than I enjoy sharing a drink with you in a pub when my friends are around. The second thing was that somehow, over the years you got prettier in my eyes - you’ve always been pretty, don’t get me wrong but my eyes got caught on certain things a friend’s shouldn’t; your lips, your cheekbones, on the way your hair flies in the wind and small things like that. Then the third and final thing was only a few days ago; on the first day of our Christmas extravaganza when someone was about to kiss you under the mistletoe.

All I could think of was that… I want you to be mine.”

Your heart is having a hard time and so is your mind. This can’t be real. There is no way this happening right now…?!

“Izuku?!”

“Just continue.” Izuku smiles at you, his eyes full of affection. He moves his hands to your middle once he deemed you strong enough to be able to hold a single piece of paper and you can feel the twitch in the movement as he struggles to not pull you close and you can’t believe you’ve missed the sighs until now; Izuku looks at you like you are the prettiest star on the sky, like you are the reason the sun shines above you and it’s so endearing yet so natural… this moment, here, right now, at 10PM on a cold and dark Sunday evening… this moment was written in the starts thousands of years ago, you can feel it in your heart, in your soul, fucking everywhere.

“We cried, we laughed, we cheered, we mourned; we did all of these together but now it’s time for the next adventure - if you are up for it, of course.” You can’t stop sniffling as you get to the end of the letter. “So your Christmas present… is my heart. Because it’s all yours. It always has been. Is it even a present if it was yours for so long already? Great question. I think it’s the thought that counts.

Dear, Y/N. I love you. From the bottom of my heart to the tip of my toes.

Yours Sincerely;

Midoriya Izuku.”

There isn’t a proper word or a proper sentence to describe what you are feeling right now. You want to cry and laugh at the same time, you want to break down but you also want to stand tall and proud because your feelings just got reciprocated.

“We came up with the same silly idea, Y/N. If that’s not a sign then I don’t know what it is.” Izuku laughs as he finally pulls you close. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Izuku’s voice is so childish and so giddy you can’t help but laugh. He rests his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath; it’s all so new and so strange yet it feels so right, just so-so perfect it makes your heart melt into a puddle on Izuku’s office floor.

“You mean it?” You parrot his own words back to him with a cheeky smile which ends up much bigger than you wanted it to be; Izuku’s hold gets tighter and tighter around your middle, the distance almost non-existent between you two now.

“Can I kiss you now? Because I really really want to kiss you now.” Izuku mumbles, completely ignoring your cheeky retort. You do your best to make an offended face but it’s extremely hard to concentrate while Izuku’s breath tickles your lips.

“You are so impatient, Izuku, I haven’t even answered yet.” You giggle to yourself, your lips already touching Izuku’s, but only a tiny bit, it’s more like a tease than an actual touch. “Where’s the mistletoe, then?” You add cheekily and Izuku doesn’t say a word to that; his hand wanders to your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb then gently moves your chin up to look at the ceiling right above you; you notice that the mistletoe your colleague brought in is clumsily stuck to the ceiling with… tape. You can’t help but roll your eyes while Izuku’s happy laughter fills the office as he slowly moves back into your personal space and finally steals a kiss from you.

First, the kiss is tentative and slow, one peck then two then three; Izuku grins between the small kisses and suddenly something shifts; he barges back with more fervor, the kiss deep and scorching hot but Izuku can’t stop smiling so it’s also a little bit awkward but somehow it’s still the most perfect kiss you’ve ever had.

“I love Christmas.” Izuku kisses you again. “And you.”

“I love you too, you grumpy, adorable fucking nerd.” You finally deepen the kiss properly; you take his bottom lips in yours and suck on it, making Izuku yelp with the sudden action. It doesn’t take him long to take revenge though; he licks over your lip then barges into your mouth, his tongue having a slow dance with your own, his body flush against yours as you slowly kiss away the remaining two hours until the clock hits midnight and you two freak out over the mess you still need to clean up before the new day starts, but not even the lateness of the day nor the grimy work can ruin your mood as you two slowly get the building tidy until every surface sparkles under the shine of the rising sun.

“You should have just asked the cleaning crew to clean this up in the morning.” You mumble into Izuku’s ear as you two try to have at least two hours of sleep on the small sofa before the day starts.

“Well yeah, but then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you to stay for longer.” He admits sheepishly. You can’t believe this man.

“I fucking love you, you silly nerd.”

The end

Extra:

“Fucking finally!” Katsuki’s voice blasts through the speakers. You are not even surprised that Katsuki is the first person Izuku tells about the news, barely a few hours after you two got together. Also, he’s video-calling, because apparently, calling someone like a normal person is too ‘impersonal’. “You two, my place, tonight. We are having fucking Katsudon, thank the motherfucking gods above I don’t need to listen to you moaning about your unrequited fucking love anymore! Shitty hair! We need booze!” Katsuki yells to his half asleep flatmate. “Deku finally grew some balls! Also, you owe me 10000 yen!”… then he ends the call without even saying bye.

“Will we ever have a good sleep ever again?” You mumble to Izuku and his two massive Gucci bags under his eyes.

“No. Mum’s celebration will last a whole week. I hope you are not on a diet by the way, she loves to force feed people.” He smiles at you and …honestly? You don’t need any sleep if you can keep staring into those beautiful sparkling eyes full of love and affection instead.

“I can’t wait.”

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Potato ramble:

- Reader: writes a stupid note about Deku winning a date with her

Deku: Writes a full on essay about his feelings

Also Deku: Wow it’s the same!

Honestly Y/N, that present was so cringe, did you even try? 😂😂😂😂 💜

- There is one thing I realized while I was writing this: I hate one-shots. I don’t think I’ll ever do one ever again. They always feel so empty and rushed even if I try to put as much information as I can into it. I like to take my time with this stuff, show the audience how the two characters ended up in love with each other… so yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever do a holiday special ever again haha

- Sorry for all the folks waiting for the next chapters of my ongoing series, I absolutely hyperfixated on this one and I also knew I won’t be able to be on time with those two thanks to the Christmas rush in retail (bro, I’m dead) so I kinda gave up. They’ll be coming soon I swear!

- I hope you guys have a lovely Christmas or whatever holiday you guys enjoy around this time! I’m not a big Christmas person myself but I do like a good Christmas-themed fanfiction :D

If you liked this story, send me a lovely comment and check out my Master List! 💜

Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄

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theburnoutgiftedkid · 2 years ago

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Hello hello! I’m on my obey me shit again thanks to Nightbringer so please enjoy this self indulgent fic. If I was in MC’s place I def would have a breakdown so you will too <3 also I may have sprinkled some itsy bits Solomon x reader

Word count: 800+

Warnings: nightbringer spoilers (just like the main idea, nothing too bad), mental break, hurt/comfort ish, breaking shit, crying, Solomon being soft for reader, gn!reader

- Outlet -

You sat on your new bed in an unfamiliar house in a place that should feel like home. After Solomon dropped the bomb that without reforging the pacts you would essentially be stuck in the past forever, you excused yourself to take a shower to clear your head.

The shower, unfortunately, was counterproductive and actually just made your thoughts more jumbled. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry or both or neither. Everything looked the same but nothing was the same. Except for Solomon, but that wasn’t really helping you right now. He couldn’t help you, not really.

You were in the past. You hadn’t even been born yet. Hell, your great grandparents hadn’t even been born yet. You couldn’t go to anyone for comfort. Solomon, bless his heart, doesn’t know how to comfort someone to save his life. Or theirs, considering he always offers to make them food. You didn’t have any family or friends here. Your best friends had no clue who you were, didn’t trust you enough to stay close. You were completely alone.

You had tried to scroll through the old messages between you and your boys, but it’s as if they had been deleted, or never happened. Technically they hadn’t yet. Everything was adding up and you weren’t sure how to let it out. You didn’t like to yell, you weren’t the type, but that’s all you wanted to do. Just scream and curse at whoever or whatever had done this to you. Had taken away everything and everyone you had ever loved and then dangled it in front of you, close enough to see, not to touch.

You stood up and walked over to a desk that sat in your room. On it was an antique lamp, some ceramic statue, and other stuff that really just looked breakable.

So that’s what you did.

You shoved everything off of the desk. The lamp clattering and the statue shattering. With a racing heart, you walked over to the bookshelf just a few paces away and starting demolishing it. Books, heavy and light, were thrown every which way. You went around the room, ripping open drawers and cupboards and just absolutely tearing everything up. Papers, clothes, pens, curtains. Anything and everything that wasn’t bolted down was a victim of your vengeful hands. You threw the covers off of the bed, the pillows following not long after.

Finally, there was nothing left to destroy. But your anger had subsided and this the waterworks began. Tears, hot and fat and unrelenting rolled down your cheeks as you sobbed. Curled up on the bed, hands covering your ears and pulling at your hair as your legs were splayed limp in front of you.

You were unsure how long you grieved for the life taken from you, but sobs had turned into soft sniffles and whimpers. A gentle knock on the door and a soft call of your name brought you back to yourself. You quickly wiped away the tears and snot that dribbled down your chin, carefully stepping over your mess to open the door for Solomon.

His eyes glanced at the room for just a moment before meeting your tired and puffy eyes. With a gentle touch, he guided you out and pulled you to another room, presumable another guest bedroom. You were numb, could barely process the soft words he was whispering as he helped you under the covers. When he turned to leave, you panicked, grabbing his wrist tightly to stop him.

“Please,” you whimpered, eyes welling up again. His gaze softened, “Don’t leave me alone.”

He hesitated, but when you uttered his name so softly, voice wavering with fear and grief, he couldn’t find it in himself to deny you. Then again, he never really could to begin with. Solomon gently lifted the covers, sliding in next to you as you made room for him.

He didn’t protest as you laid your head on his chest, hand tightly gripping his shirt as if he would disappear at any second. His arm draped around your shoulders, holding you against him while his other hand rested on top of your fist that gripped his shirt. The exhaustion caught up to you pretty quickly and he decided to quietly utter a spell that would ensure you a dreamless sleep.

Solomon didn’t fall asleep right away. He stayed up, thinking about you. How could he help you? If you thought it was hard to forge pacts with the brothers in the future, the past will be damn near impossible. They didn’t trust anyone except each other. But Solomon had faith, you had a history of doing the impossible.

He looked down at your resting figure, still holding tightly to him even in your sleep. You huffed, nuzzling your face into his shirt . He smiled, color rushing to his cheeks and he placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You settled and he finally allowed his eyes to close, vowing with the last bit of consciousness he had that he would help you get back, no matter the cost.

- Fin-

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j0elmill3r · 2 years ago

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Sarah comforting baby girl after boyfriend broke her heart

(No outbreak AU)

Pairing - Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader, Sarah Miller x Sister!Reader

Summary - Grown up baby girl experiences her first high school break-up with her shitty girlfriend.

CW - Breakups, heartbreak, angst, implied domestic abuse, toxic relationship

Word Count -

A/N - Something a bit different! I hope everyone enjoys and as always, likes, reblogs and feedback is always appreciated! Baby girl is also queer because I said so :]

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Joel and Sarah both snapped their heads up to the front door, confusion on their faces as you walked into the house, slamming the front door behind you as you stormed in and up the stairs. Joel turned to look at his oldest, visiting from college during her midterm break to see her father and younger sister, who appeared to be in a very emotional state.

"That didn't sound good," Sarah said to Joel, flinching slightly at the sound of you slamming your bedroom door shut. "You should probably go check on her, dad." She advised him. Nothing much particularly scared Joel - but an exception could be made for teenage girls; specifically his teenage girls, but especially you as of late. He thought that the whole hormonal teenage girl thing ended when you would turn 17, but it had seemingly gotten worse since you'd gotten with your girlfriend.

"That's terrifying, I love Y/N but she terrifies me," Joel admitted, rolling his eyes as Sarah started laughing. "Okay, okay, why don't you go on check on her? Since you seem so brave." He challenged her, watching as she thought about it before standing up from her position on the couch.

"Okay," She smiled and headed up to your bedroom, knocking gently on your door. "Y/N? Can I come in?" Sarah asked through the door, tentatively waiting for a response from you.

"Fuck off!" You yelled. Well, she wasn't quite sure what she was expecting from her very emotional and temperamental younger sister - Sarah hardly expected you to be up for a chat given your clearly emotional state.

"Please? it's Sarah," She tried to reason with you, resting her head against your bedroom door in the hopes you would open it. Thankfully, you unlocked and opened the door, facing your sister with tears in your eyes which stained your face. "You look like shit." She told you, you scoffed at your sister's comment, it was how you typically spoke to each other, but you weren't feeling it right now.

"What do you want, Sarah?" You asked her, rubbing your puffy eyes.

"What happened? Why are you so upset?" She asked you, concern lacing her tone as she looked at you. You sighed as you looked down, hanging your head.

"She broke up with me," You mumbled, talking about your girlfriend who you had been seeing for 7 months. Sarah's jaw dropped - from the way you talked about this girl, you would have thought you were getting married in the coming weeks, Joel and Sarah had even met her and liked her. But here you were now, heartbroken over the very girl you had fallen head over heels for.

"She what? Oh my God," Sarah was big sister angry. "Did she say why?" She asked you, coming into your room as she followed you to your bed.

"No, she just said it," You cried. Sarah frowned as she put her arm around you to try and comfort you, she had been through her fair share of high school breakups, but she knew that you were taking this particularly bad - You were convinced that you were spending the rest of your life with this girl. "But I think she's already with someone else now." You sniffled, a prominent frown on your face as you looked down at your lap. Sarah smiled sadly as she hugged you tightly, normally you hated when she tried to hug you, but you needed it right now, so didn't even bother trying to protest.

"It's okay, you were too good for anyway," Sarah tried to assure you, unsure of whether it would work or whether you would just start crying even more - It showed to be the latter. Panicking, Sarah hugged you tighter. "I know, okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that. But I meant it, I know that you loved her but she didn't seem too good for you. You weren't yourself and you weren't happy with her, Y/N."

You knew that your sister was right - She was a bad influence on you, she had you sneaking and staying out late, coming in drunk at all hours of the morning, skipping school. None of that was you, you were a good kid, you knew that, Sarah knew that, Joel knew that, everyone did. Which was why those around you became concerned when you started acting out - your dad knew it was more than you trying to be an angsty teenager, you were always sorry for the things you did, it wasn't like you were trying to rebel against him. Joel knew that he really didn't like your girlfriend when you came home with a hand shaped bruise around your neck that you didn't know how to explain to him.

You sighed as you accepted defeat and looked up at your sister, accepting that she was right - Sarah knew you better than you would have liked to admit, and like it or not, she was talking sense; you weren't happy or yourself with your now ex-girlfriend.

"I guess..." You thought about it for a second before sighing. "You're right." You mumbled, unable to meet your sisters eyes, knowing you'd be met with the smug look that came with your admission of her being right.

"See, I told you," She grinned, hugging you tightly and smiling as you did too. "Listen, you can take as long as you need to get over...whatever her name was, but I know that that girl across the street has the biggest crush on you." Sarah told you, she had caught that girl staring at you when the two of you were out during the summer.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," You laughed, rolling your eyes as you shook your head. "What's her name?" You asked Sarah, looking up at your sister as you rubbed your eyes of the last of your tears.

"I'm not totally sure, Ellie, or something."

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mischieveousmayhem · 8 months ago

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You Never Loved Me, Did You?

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Traitor! Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Heartbreak, Reader betrays their classmates, GN reader

Synopsis: Everyone thinks Y/N is one of the sweetest people to ever exist. But when the League of Villains break into the school , who was the one who helped with this achievement?

Readers Quirk: Teleportation; User can teleport themselves and can teleport whoever they want to them.

a/n: First fanfic I have written in two years, enjoy!

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It was a normal day at U.A. Nothing unusual happening, at least not yet.

All of class 1A was chilling in the dormitory. It was rainy outside , so the students were around a table playing card games. Everyone was very excited to play and their adrenaline was up.

Except for two people..

Midoriya's mind could not focus on his cards or classmates around him as they played the game. His mind was somewhere else. He was wondering where his precious partner, Y/N was, who was the only one missing from the table. It was very unusual of his partner to not show up. Matter infact since the moment Midoriya woke up there was a bad pit in his stomach.

"Midoriya! It's your turn!" Tenya says (yells) in Midoriya's ear.

"Actually guys, I'm gonna go look for Y/N" Izuku spoke up.

Everyone looked at him and started talking at once as he left. He was right, it was odd of Y/N to not hang out with their friends, their friends are most important to them.

First, Izuku went to your dorm, where when he knocked there was no answer so he assumed you weren't there. Then he went to the indoor gym, where you were also not there. He assumed since those are the two places you would be and your not there, then you must be at your house.

He took out his phone and when to your name. He tried to call you. When you didn't pick up the phone he found that odd too. You normally pick up the first time. Maybe you were busy? Maybe you were sleeping? He started to worry, you normally communicate with him whenever you go somewhere, and now you were basically MIA.

Defeated, he slowly walked back to the dormitory.

But something caught his eye outside the window, he walked up and squinted.

His friends were fighting?

Teachers were running out to the fight?

Were his friends fighting each other?

Wait.. is that the League?!

"How the hell..." He whispered to himself but suddenly he feels a hand on his shoulder.

He was about to hug the person thinking it was Y/N but it wasn't. It was Todoroki.

Todoroki speaks softly, "The Leagues invading U.A."

"How the hell?!? This school has great security , only way someone would be able to get in is if someone who goes here..." Deku spoke back to his friend.

"..is a traitor!"

"..is a traitor."

They finished Dekus sentence off at the same time.

"I have to warn Y/N for when they come back from seeing her mom!" He exclaimed, "But shes not answering.."

"No time to warn them, All Might told me to come get you, we need all hands on deck." Todoroki said.

A lot of students hid in their rooms during this time, but it's like you go to a hero school..and your lacking the confidence of a hero..

Mainly class 1A was out there, all except Mineta– who hid in his room. Class 1B was also out trying to help defeat the League.

There was fire everywhere, outside of U.A were being destroyed. Eventually the students may have to evacuate because the damage might get to the building.

As Deku ran down to help his friends outside, but he saw a figure run into the building. Thinking it was suspect, he followed the figure.

"HEY! Wait up!" He was on the tail of the so called figure what was weird is that they had H/C hair just like ... Y/N!

The figure ran into the room shutting it and locking it, Izuku banged on the door.

"Open up!" He yelled, "Y/N , I know it's you. It's me Izu, your partner not some villain."

He waited for a response.

1 second.

5 seconds.

10 seconds.

25 seconds.

Thats enough. Izuku steps back and prepares to break one of his fingers as he uses 10% to open the door.

Y/N gasps.

Izukus eyes widen.

Y/N was setting up a bomb to blow up the school. They turned around and pulled out a gun pointing it at their partner.

"Y/N....what are you doing?" He spoke.

They gulped nervously but spoke up confidently, "What do you think I'm doing, Izu?!"

"This is all a joke right..?" His hands were up , scared his loving partner was gonna shoot him.

"No Izuku, it's not a joke. You guys were all joking saying one of us in our class might be a traitor. Well guess what, there actually is , outside of the joke." Y/N responded.

Izuku didn't know what do , he didn't want to hurt his lover but this was absurd.

"C'mon Y/N, put down the gun no one has to know you helped the league it will just be our secret." He says.

Suddenly Y/N teleported next to Deku and randomly punched him. His partner is fast when it comes to teleportation and he can't register how fast they teleport next to him. Then they teleported to the other side and did it again, they just kept doing it till he was pushed to the ground.

They stood above Deku, gun back out pointinng at him,"Your stupid Deku" they spat, "I don't care if anyone else finds out. I don't need to be a hero, neither do I want to. I was so good at this nice act no one truly thought I would betray this damned school."

Tears were welling up in Deku's eyes, "Y/N they probably just threatened you to stay a villain , but you don't have to—"

"SHUT UP DEKU JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH FOR ONCE." His partner screamed, "I NEVER EVER fucking needed you, and it will be so hard for you to defeat me even if we did have a battle. I know your weaknesses Izu, and I know you can't keep up with how fast I teleport. This is the end for you Deku. You should have just pretended to stay quirkless cause you wasted your time and energy training, now you will say goodbye, all of UA will die!"

Deku was basically bawling at this point. He was on the floor, and his partner was right, they're too fast for him to fight, and even then he doesn't want to fight them. He loves them so much, but his job is to protect people, so why is he not trying?

"Your trash Deku, TRASH! Now I get to dispose of—"

"You never loved me, did you?" He screamed out while crying.

Y/N was now tearing up hearing those words. They bit their lip trying to stay calm.

"I...I get to dispose of you." Y/N tries to yell out without crying. Unfortunately that didn't work they were now having tears streaming down their face.

"Deku, you're right we could have pretended this never happened. Unfortunately it's too late. I have no choice." They spoke.

Their fingers slowly closing in on the trigger. Deku cried, that's all he could do, he didn't want to fight the love of his life even if they are bad.

Everything was happening in slow motion, as Y/N's fingers fully closed in Deku shut his eyes...

BOOM!

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kalpasio · 2 years ago

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Two Times You Abused Kalpas' Bodyheat

An actual Kalpas x Reader one shot I think

Working as a comms officer in Fire Moth was hardly your dream job. It was originally temp work. Your previous office had been blown up during a Fire Moth mission, so as compensation (and to keep your boss from blabbing) they had offered you all positions. When you took the job, it had only been because you needed a job for money, and this was all you could get. Now, it was one of the only jobs anyone could get, and it paid nicer than anything else on the market, so you put up with the weirdos you had to deal with on the daily in exchange for a nice paycheck.

One of these weirdos was your boyfriend, Kalpas. How you started dating was a mystery to nearly everyone, yourself included. You had been assigned as his comms for a mission, and from the safety of your desk, you had maybe gotten a little heated in telling him off. Other agents had stared at you in fear, but you were convinced it was fine. There was no way some random MANTIS would know who you were, or even care by the time he came back to base; and the fact that your yelling had saved the mission only made your more confident.

Oh you were so very mistaken.

Not only did Kalpas find out who you were, he marched straight into the comms office and right to your desk. The normally very loud room fell silent as everyone watched with morbid curiosity. You were dragged from the room, still shouting—you refused to go peacefully—much to the horror of all your new coworkers. None of them expected you to return, but the next day, there you were, sitting in your chair like nothing had happened with an especially warm cup of coffee. It became standard for the fiery MANTIS to visit you when he was bored, and everyone quickly learned not to stare to hard, lest they be on the receiving end of his glare.

All in all, working at Fire Moth wasn't that bad. Except for when the base was attacked and something broke. Which happened...once a week?

“You've been in the shower for an hour,” Kalpas called from your room. He had invited himself into your room—something that happened quite frequently—a while ago, and you had told him you'd be out in a minute.

“Hour and a half!” you called back.

“Get the fuck out!” was the response you chose to ignore. Or at least, you tried to ignore. After a minute, Kalpas grew impatient and walked into the bathroom to yell at you better. Unfortunately, telling you to “stop yelling and get out,” only made you throw water in his face and yell louder while holding the shower curtain closed.

“This is the most heat I've had all day!” you complained. The latest attack had knocked out heat to the base, and the backup generators couldn't produce enough energy to keep everyone warm. “Those stupid space heaters don't do any more than blow cold air on my feet.” Suddenly you froze and popped your head back around the curtain. “You're warm.”

“What?” Kalpas stood leaning against the wall beside your shower with his arms crossed so he could brood more efficiently. Without answering his question, you turned off the water and grabbed your towel from the hook nearby. As soon as you were dried off and the towel was secured around you, you stepped out of the shower and grabbed on to your boyfriend.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

Refusing to look up, you said, “It's cold and you're warm.” You said this like it was a fact—and it was—but Kalpas wasn't outwardly pleased by your words. Inwardly, however, he was undeniably happy to have you clinging to him. Of course, you couldn't tell with him growling at you, but you also didn't seem to care, because you didn't let go. In fact, you stepped onto his feet to keep your toes warm. It seemed as though you had no plans of moving any time soon, which was fine by Kalpas.

One of his arms wrapped around your back to hold you closer to him, but before you could appreciate the warmth, he was stepping forward. Then he was stepping out of the warm steam in your bathroom, and bringing you into the chilly air of your room What had once been your personal heater was now a train leading you to a very cold death, and it seemed as though he had no intentions of letting you off. As much as you struggled, Kalpas held on, carrying you all the way to your bed.

For a second, you thought your attempts to get out of his hold had paid off; you were released, only to be pushed backwards onto the bed, and immediately followed by a very heavy blanket. After a lot of grumbling and shifting from both parties, you eventually found a comfortable position laying down half on top of Kalpas, with several blankets—that you made him go get—covering you. For about five hours, you were the happiest person on the base.

Then the heat came back on. And Kalpas refused to budge. And you were boiling for the rest of the night.

One of the biggest issues with having one coffee machine for about thirty people was that said coffee machine was almost always broken. Sometimes you could convince Emile to buy you a drink when he grabbed his own and Kalpas would be kind enough to deliver it with minimal complaining. Sometimes you would actually go to your desk at the time your meant to instead of being called in for an emergency, and you could make the coffee in your little apartment.

Today, however, you were called in early and since Kalpas had just come back from a mission and it was the middle of the night, you couldn't ask him to bring you anything. The poor agent you were working with got some very nasty comments thrown his way, and you were sure his report on your work would be less than kind, but you got the job done. Once he was on his way back to base, you took your headset off, and looked around the office.

It seemed like you were one of the only agents called in, which wasn't very surprising given the early hour. Only a handful of desks were occupied, and half the screens were turned off. The place looked a little eerie when it was so empty, but it was nice to have a little quiet for a minute. Like most of the comms officers, you were scheduled to come in to work in another hour, so you figured you may was well stay up and get some paperwork squared away before your normal duties started. In the meantime, there was no harm in trying the old coffee pot, right?

Everything seemed to go smoothly; you put in the grounds and the water, and the sweet sweet caffeine came out. The smile on your face was evident as you poured yourself a cup, and fixed it to your tastes. The scowl that immediately followed your first sip was evident as well. The coffee was cold. Not cold like iced coffee, but that horrible not-quite-iced, not-quite-hot temperature that made you gag. Before you could fix the issue by going to the microwave down the hall, the screen on your desk flashed, and you were called back over to lead another job. Whoever got assigned to you was about to have a very successful, very miserable mission.

Luckily, Elysia seemed to think your irritation was amusing and let it slide, but that still didn't fix your lack of coffee. Having another call come in right after only made you more frustrated, and poor Su didn't deserve to have you snapping at him. You finally got a break long after everyone else had come into work, and word had spread to leave you alone for the day. Word spread so far as to reach outside the office, and find your boyfriend.

Reaching for a data pad only to find someone sitting on it had you fuming, and looking up to find Kalpas glaring down at you didn't help your anger. Just as you opened your mouth to start shouting, your horrible, terrible, cruel, infuriating boyfriend reached over and grabbed the mug of extremely cold coffee you brewed this morning. Then, your wonderful, perfect, amazing, brilliant boyfriend placed the mug in your hand with the coffee now steaming and ready to be enjoyed.

Instantly, your scowl became a beaming smile sent his way, and Kalpas was chuckling as he stood from your desk. All he said was a gruff 'you're welcome,' and he was on his way. For about two hours, you thought you had the best partner in the world. Then you opened a mission briefing, only to find that it was his mission you were going to be working on, and really he just hadn't wanted to deal with you screaming at him because you were tired.

Oh well. At least you got your coffee.

Uhhhh here. Have something I wrote because I have my first quiz today and am stressed ahahahah throws glitter and runs away These are both scenarios I kinda mentioned in other stories, so it's nothing new, but it's here.

Also as someone who drinks a lot of coffee and tea, let me tell you, lukewarm coffee/tea is the worst possible thing ever. I would rather step on legos than drink a cup of tea that has gone cold. Also have I ever told you how much I love Su? Um. A lot. I should write a story for him (no i should not i need to finish these requests)

#kid that just sat behind me is so loud rn ooof #kalpas x reader #azaryawrites #honkai x reader #tamalethebear #cross posted on ao3 #hi3 x reader #I gotta go fail a quiz now if you'll excuse me

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fanfictiongirlie · 16 minutes ago

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Marvel: Unplanned Chapter One

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person written though)

Description:

"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper.

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Smut, Name calling, Two fools arguing, somewhat public smut

Chapter Words: 2,727

(I have the urge for every Marvel fanfic I write to have a seperate timeline where nothing bad happens, and everyone is happy)

Bucky stood in the kitchen shirtless, I swore quietly to myself as I stopped at the doorway, it was 2am, I hadn't expected anyone to be awake, but of course, he was. I had been an Avenger for a little while, my skills with in hand to hand combat matched Nat's, I was also very skilled in using a rifle. And being Nat's best friend, she got me a place on the Avengers, whilst also getting Tony to let me live at the compound. Which was a nice change, I lived in England my whole life, so being in a new country was scary, but Nat made it less scary for me. I got along with everyone, except Bucky. It had been near a year, and we hated each other... Which sucked, because he was so hot, I hated myself for thinking that...

I sighed and walked fully into the kitchen, he turned around facing me.

"What do you want?" He asks, his voice low and annoyed.

"Nothing from you" I mumble walking to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. His eyes were still on me.

"Then what are you doing up?" He asks, his eyes rolling.

"None of your business" I mutter. I should of just left, gone back to my room, but arguing with him, it was additive. He steps closer to me, still an arms length away from me, but close enough that I could smell his cologne.

"It's my business if you're prowling around this place at the dead of night" He answers, his arms crossed over his chest, I rolled my eyes, I knew he liked arguing with me too, that's why our arguing was usually over stupid things.

"Says you" I snapped "You're doing the same thing"

I watch as Bucky raises an eyebrow, I put my bottle of water down on the kitchen counter and step closer to him, challenging him.

"I live here doll, I can do what I want"

"So do I!" I yell.

"Watch how you're talking to me doll" He scoffs, his eyes narrowing at me.

"Why should I" I answer stepping closer to him, I crossed my arms copying his stance, our arms brushed against one anothers. Bucky tilts his head, he moved closer, his arms pressing against mine.

"Because I don't have the patience for you right now" He says, his voice a low rumble, almost a growl.

"You think I have a patience for your bullshit?" I snap back. I watch as a ghost of a smile flickers on his face as he lets out a quiet scoff.

"You're the one who started this! Be careful who you pick a fight with doll"

"Me?" I hissed "I didn't fucking start this, god you're always so ready to yell at me"

Bucky clenches his jaw, his nostrils flare, he looked extremely pissed off at me now. Good.

"You're always on my case! You just won't shut up, will you? Just have to make a comment about anything I say" He towers over me, making him look more intimidating, but so fucking sexy.

"Fuck" I say laughing slightly "I think you're enjoying arguing with me, you know, so fucking annoying" I hiss, trying not to eye his muscles. Bucky let out a laugh, that arrogant smirk coming back.

"You're the annoying one, always sticking your nose in my business, and trying to get on my last nerve" His gaze travels down my body as he spoke. "God you're pissing me off"

"You're pissing me off!" I snap.

He steps forward, pushing against my body, I sneer as my back hits the kitchen counter.

"Oh yeah? You've got a lot of guts for a girl who's half a feet shorter than me" He laughs, his body pressed against mine as he looks down to me.

"Doesn't matter, I can still fucking pin you" I snap, I could pin him, and I have done.

"Oh yeah sweetheart? I doubt it" He answers with a huff.

"What you gonna do Bucky? You've got me pinned, gonna hit me?" I taunt him, he usually walks away when I taunt him, daring him to snap, he never does. I watch as he leans down slightly, his breath hot on my face.

"Don't tempt me doll" He says low and deep.

"Fucking do it" I dared, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leans his face closer to mine, his eyes darkened with lust and anger "You really want me to? You really wanna know what I'll do?"

"Fucking nothing I bet"

"You think I won't? You think I can't put your smart mouth in place?"

"No I don't think you will, Stevie isn't here to stop you, so come on Barnes, what's gonna be?" I laugh slightly, my voice deep as I spoke. I watched as Bucky's eyes darkened even more at the mention of his best friend, Steve was always breaking up our fights, not this time...

"You think Steve's the only thing holding me back from arguing with you?" He asks.

"Yeah I do, you always do as you're told when he's around" I smirk.

Bucky huffs through his nose "Always doing as told? Doll, you're really pissing me off, you think you know me?" He lowers his voice into a growl, almost a whisper as he looks right into my eyes. "You think I don't have a mind of my own?"

"I don't know, do you?" I snapped, my eyes not looking from his, I hated his eyes, his perfect, Ice blue, lovely eyes... Ugh, I shook the thoughts from my head.

"You're really playing with fire here doll...You better watch your smartass mouth, before I shut you up myself"

"Fucking do it then" I snapped. He stares at me for a few seconds, a mixture of anger, lust and annoyance in his eyes. And then suddenly his lips slam onto mine, his body crushing me against the counter, the kiss was rough and hard, almost dominating.

Shocked I don't move for a second, before I close my eyes and kiss back. Bucky's hands grip onto my hips, holding me hard, his tongue licking into my mouth, exploring me, a low moan escapees his throat as he deepens the kiss, his body pressing against mine, his hips moving pathetically against mine.

I kiss back harshly, my hands moving to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. I hear him groan, his hands move from my hips to my thighs, he picks me up with ease, sitting me down on the counter, he steps closer standing in between my thighs, his hard length pressing against my leg, his flesh hand moves up to my throat holding me as he moves his lips away from mine.

"Doll, you know just how to piss me off, don't you?" He growls, his hand holding my throat tightly.

"Says you, you fucking piss me off"

His eyes darken at my words, his hips moved, pressing his hard length into me, his hand tightens around my throat, I gasped a little for air, but it felt good.

"You know, I could just take what I want from you, just shut you up right here, right now" He growls, looking over my features.

"Fucking do it, take me" I whisper.

He growls again, I wanted to make a comment about him being an animal, but I decided against it. He moves both hands down to my hips holding me hard, he moved forward nipping at my neck. "You want me to take you, huh?"

"Fucking yes, before I change my mind" I gasp, taking in a large breath now his hand was away from my throat. A low moan escapes his throat and he kisses my neck frantically, sucking rough marks into my skin.

"You think you can change your mind doll? You challenged me, and I'm gonna make sure you don't forget who's in charge here" He speaks in between bites.

"If you don't kiss me in the next 5 seconds, I'll leave, maybe ask Stevie to make me feel good" I teased, my voice dark and low, I knew that would piss him off.

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me, his eyes full of jealousy "You wouldn't dare" Then he slams his lips against mine again, his tongue pushing past my lips exploring my mouth. I moved my hips against his, being on the kitchen counter perfectly lining me up with his hips. I spread my legs and wrap them around him, pulling him closer to me.

Bucky lets out a stifled moan, his lips leaving mine and running down my neck.

"God, you don't know what you do to me" He says, nibbling at my neck, his hips grinding against me, through my thing pyjama bottoms.

"Yeah I do, I can feel how pathetically hard you are against me" I smirked, my head rolling back as his lips touching my collarbone.

He growls taking my throat in his metal hand, he moved my head so I looked at him.

"Pathetically? I'll give you pathetic" He growls, his flesh hand snakes from my hip and to the waistband of my pyjamas, tugging on them, he stops for a second, his eyes on mine, silently asking for permission. I nod, my cheeks flushing. He moves his hand away from my throat, and move them to pull my pyjama bottoms down, he threw them somewhere, his eyes were still on me whilst his fingers brushed over my inner thigh, his fingers were rough, calloused leaving tingles as he traced my skin.

Now naked from the waist down, I shivered at the cold air, I moved forward capturing his lips again, Bucky moans softly against my lips, his fingers moved to my clit, slowly circling his fingers a few times, before he took two fingers and slid them down, parting my lips and dipping down to my hole.

"Fuck, yes" I whispered against his lips, he swallowed my moan, his tongue licking mine, he spread my wetness over my pussy, his two fingers entering me slowly. I moaned breathlessly enjoying the warmth of his flesh fingers, a small part of me thinking about his metal fingers, and how they would feel inside of me.

"You're all hot and bothered for me, aren't you doll?"

"Watch it, I'll happily walk away" I hiss, lying through my teeth of course, but he didn't need to know that. His metal hand moved holding my jaw within in his fingers.

"And I'll drag you right back here doll, you're not going anywhere"

"Fuck me, dickhead" I sneered, his fingers fucking into me, spreading me open, I needed him. His fingers still fucked into me, whilst his metal hand moved from my jaw to his jeans, undoing them, I reached forward and undid them for him, reaching my arms to push them down, his cock sprung from his boxers as I pushed them down.

I gasped slightly at the sight of his cock, it was beautiful, it annoyed me how beautiful, cocks weren't supposed to be pretty, but here he was. I muttered a fuck under my breath.

"Careful how you speak to me, I could bend you over this counter and make you shut your mouth real fast" He says, leaning forward, his hot breath on my ear as he speaks.

"Yeah?" I whisper "Do it? Please?"

Bucky bites my ear, his voice lowering to a deep rumble "Say please again"

"Please?" I say, gritting my teeth. He grips my thigh with his metal hand, his fingers slowing inside of me.

"Such a good girl, asking so nicely" He laughs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He takes his fingers out of my pussy, I whine at the emptiness, he then grabs my hips pulling me off the kitchen counter, he turns me around and bends me over the counter, he lets out a low growl and pushes his cock inside of me, I moan loudly, my head moving down to rest on the counter.

Once fully inside of me, his flesh hand moves to my throat, holding me tight. "You like being bent over? You like having me in control?" He taunts me, his hand tightening around my throat, his hips moved backwards, nearly taking his cock out of me, before slamming himself back into me.

"Fuck" I groan, my breaths ragged as I struggle to breath, the force of his hand holding my throat making the feeling of him fucking me even better.

I lift up slightly, so my back was flushed against his chest, my moans quiet as he slams his hips into my arse. Anyone could walk in, my eyes dart to the open doorway. Sure it was early morning and in theory everyone was asleep.

"Anyone could walk in doll" He speaks as he fucks me "They could walk in, see you, see me taking you like the perfect slut you are" He whispers, his lips against my ear, I nod slightly, unable to talk anymore, his metal fingers circle my clit pushing me to my edge, I come hard my legs shaking under his body.

"Jesus doll, you've got no idea what you do to me, do you?" He asks, moaning loudly in my ear.

"Yeah? Harder" I whimper, my voice strained.

"You want more, doll?" He growls in my ear, his hips move faster, fucking me harder, his thick cock stretching my tight pussy. I was grateful for his hand around my throat, I'd be screaming the compound down otherwise. Bucky lets out a low moan of pleasure, his hand clenching around my throat.

"You like that doll? Like being taken by me?" He asks, his lips moving against my ear, his teeth scraping the shell of my ear, his thrusts into me became sloppy, he fucks harder into me, whines coming from his lips as he finished hard, spilling completely into me.

"Fuck" I mutter as I feel him pull out of me, stepping away.

He lets out a long breath, I turn around to see him pulling his jeans up, he looked up to me, his eyes dark with a hint of possessiveness.

"You good?"

"Yeah...fuck, that was good, I still dislike you however" I smirk, my legs feeling weak. He lets out a snort, a smirk on his lips.

"Oh doll, don't act like that, you loved that I gave it to you" He smirks, I shake my head, I grabbed my pyjama bottoms, pulling them on. I walk past him, my shoulder knocking into him. He grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks, spinning me around to face him.

"Where do you think you're going doll?"

"To bed, that alright with you Barnes?" I ask, more harshly than I should of.

"Alone?" He smirks. I roll my eyes, I wanted him to come with me, I found myself wanting to sleep next to him, he wouldn't...Would he?

"Not going soft on me, are you?" I asked, smirking. He smiles and presses his body to mine again.

"It's not going soft, it's called being a gentleman"

"You've never once been a gentleman to me before" I say, my eyes looking over his face.

"True, but I can be, when I want to be" He smiles, letting out an amused huff, running his hand down my arm, his fingers trailing over my skin.

"Fine, sleep in my bed with me?" I say, trying not to sound pathetic, like I was begging. A look of surprise and smugness came over his face.

"Is that an invitation?" He smirks.

"Jesus, take it or don't, I don't care" I say shaking him off and walking out of the room, he follows me. "Fuck, you're annoying"

He chuckles, watching me open the door to my bedroom "Says the one who's inviting me into her bed doll" He smirks.

"Fine, invitation revoked" I say, stepping into my room, I watched as laughed following me.

"Oh no doll, You can't invite me and then take it back" He grins, shutting my bedroom door.

"Whatever" I say as I walk to my bed and crawl in. I watched as he follows me, crawling into my bed, he lays on top of the duvet, looking unsure on what to do. I smile softly and shut my eyes, ready for sleep to take me.

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awooooooooooooalpha · 1 year ago

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This is just something I wrote this morning loosely based on a dream I had, it’s not grammar checked 💀

Yn and Ethan Landry had been really good friends since they sat next to each other in Econ. They hadn’t been dating persay but everyone sssumed they were or they were going to. That’s why it was a surprise whenever Ethan got a gf. She was a nerd but also in Econ w him. The gf was super possessive over Ethan and started to not let him see yn without her there. Oh and Ethan and Yn are in the main friend group. So the gf literally made herself apart of the friend group. No one really liked her because she was so weird but she had Ethan like under a spell. Ethan doesn’t realize how manipulative the gf is so yn and ethan drift apart. Which makes yn and ethan both sad respectively. Ethan actually tells the gf how he misses his friendship with yn and doesn’t know what happened the gf starts yelling at him about how he’s not dating yn and he’s dating her. So then he feels guilty so he just lets yn go bc of his gf. Yn is forced to move on because there’s nothing she can do about it so she started talking to Chad (like talking stage) and she realized she really liked him. By this point it had been months without Ethan and yn talking except for like asking for notes which even the gf didn’t like. The gf wanted to take the relationship to the next level with Ethan but he really didn’t want to. But she was persistent and that made him realize how terrible she was to him and how he’d lost all his friends because of her. Whenever he broke up with her she got so mad. She started screaming at him and asked him if it was because of yn and if it was she was over him bc yn and Chad were dating. Even tho it wasn’t true bc they were just in the talking stage figuring out if they would work. Which they decided it was better to be friends. Ethan’s heart shattered. Ethan just left her dorm and went to his for the first time in weeks because Chad was his roommate and he would always have his friend group over including yn. Whenever Ethan went back he saw that no one was there so they must’ve gone out. That’s when Ethan checked his phone and he saw a “nude picture” but it was him it just was photoshopped to look like it was him. Of course it was his ex gf and whenever he looked in the background it was a picture of the nude hanging on a wall. The message continued with “just wait” Ethan could only imagine what horrors were to come. During the months Ethan and his (ex) gf were dating yn HADNT been sulking expect for like bad moment. She knew that Ethan had made his choice over his gf than his friends. In the beginning it was hard for her to accept but after Tara and Anika had convinced her she was finally over it, mostly. Tara had dragged yn to parties wanting her to meet guys. Yn only had one guy who she wanted which was Ethan. She had tried being with Chad but they both hated it and wanted to be friends. There was another guy who she went on a couple of dates with but they didn’t have a connection. But the night Ethan came home was an exception. You had had a little too much to drink so Chad (who also had too much to drink) walked you home. Halfway through the walk it got physical so you both decided to stay at chads place. If worst came to shove you could stay in Ethan’s room. Whenever you can Chad made it his apartment the person in the kitchen didn’t register with either of you. You both made your way to chads room. That person in the kitchen was Ethan. His heart broke again when he saw you two. He decided his ex gf was right and he needed her. Whenever he went back to her dorm he hadn’t brought anything and just started apologizing. Yn had decided to stay on the couch since she was super drunk. But she sobered up fast when she saw one of Ethan’s shoes.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream #jack champion #jack champion fluff #jack champion x reader #scream 6 #scream vi #slow burn #angst

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cha-melodius · 2 years ago

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Ten Random Lines

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

I was tagged by @rmd-writes and @clottedcreamfudge, thanks for the tag! I started out using a random number generator but then ended up mostly choosing multichaps (with a few exceptions) because it was more fun to see wtf was happening at the "midway" point in something that long. Also I have noticed that almost every single one is an AU, lol seems on brand I guess.

Amor Magnus Doctor Est (TMFU, napollya)

Illya manages to send a text saying just that, though if Napoleon keeps doing whatever he’s doing against his pulse he’s going to rapidly lose the ability to think at all. He moves to slip the phone back in his pocket again but before he can do it an answering text comes in. IMPORTANT, it reads. ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE.

The Makings of a Perfect Christmastime (TMFU, napollya)

“Napoleon, wake up,” Gaby says, and there is an unmistakable thread of panic in her voice that finally makes him pull the pillow away and crack an eye open. “Everyone is up, and they’re expecting breakfast or something.”

Class(room) Warfare (RWRB, firstprince)

Thank God he’s distracted enough that he doesn’t notice Henry gawping at him like a particularly stupid goldfish. Unfortunately Henry’s not sure some of his students don’t notice, based on the increase in tittering from the room, which is nothing short of mortifying.

A Good Man Is Hard To Find (MCU, lokius)

Before Mobius can even begin to think of a plan, Loki is pushing him down into the desk chair and straddling his lap, and Mobius stops thinking altogether. Suddenly Loki’s mouth is on his, hot and insistent, and his hands are pushing into Mobius’s hair, clutching at the short strands.

Love is a Losing Game (TMFU, napollya)

There are two reasons why Illya goes directly to his mother’s apartment after his plane touches down in Moscow: 1) because she insists that she only hear the results of his tournaments direct from him, so she gets annoyed if the papers report on them before she knows; and 2) because right now, the thought of returning to his own empty apartment is unbearable.

The remainder are below the cut, and the last one is actually a few lines from the midpoint of what I have written so far in a long RWRB spy AU WIP...

White Knuckles (TMFU, napollya)

“Wait, please tell me you’re not skating scenes from fucking Romeo and Juliet with him,” she gasps. Napoleon tips his head, not quite a confirmation, but enough, and Gaby’s grin widens. “And you’re skating as Juliet?!”

Once in a Lifetime (MCU, lokius)

Where did you even get that, the nineteen-seventies? Loki had sneered, the first time he’d seen it. That tie makes you look like an aging hipster. Mobius had not asked how Loki knew what a hipster was, given that he hardly seemed to care about Midgardian trends. He’s also never admitted that he has no idea where he got the suit, only that he likes it no matter how unfashionable it makes him look. Anyway, once some punk in the Village had yelled ‘dope suit’ at him from across the street, so it couldn’t be all bad.

Here It Goes Again (Mandalorian, caradin)

Now she waits outside the maintenance shaft with Mayfeld, and every loop she smirks when she sees him and says the same thing. Wish I could say it looked good on you, but I’d be lying. Just one of those moments that proves that no matter how much it might seem to the contrary, she’s not immune to repeating herself in the loop. Reminds him that no matter how much she supports him, he’s ultimately alone in this.

The Hardest Cut (MCU, lokius)

Mobius wakes up with a splitting headache and, unfortunately, a very clear memory of the previous night. When he stumbles out into the kitchen he half expects to find someone else there, another bodyguard sent to take Loki’s place. Who could blame him for wanting a different assignment, after Mobius had made an absolute fool of himself?

Nova, Baby (RWRB, firstprince) WIP!

There’s a decent chance that Henry’s not in London to begin with—he could be off on some mission, god knows where—and a vanishingly small probability that Alex will succeed in getting any information on him from the agency. For almost anyone else that probability would be a big fat zero, but Alex isn’t an exceptional intelligence operative for nothing. Anyway, he has to try, because he knows he’ll never get past this if he doesn’t.

Tagging @mirilyawrites, @heytheredeann, @stutteringpeach, @dreamycloud, @therogueheart, @cheesecurdsgravyandfries, @indomitable-love, @somedrunkpirate, @deducitetemporacarmen, @afewbulbsshortofatanningbed

#napollya #lokius #firstprince #caradin #tmfu #rwrb #the man from uncle #red white and royal blue #tmfu fic #rwrb fic #lokius fic #about my fic #my wips #tag games

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waremyth · 2 years ago

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Mother finds out

(so, Lila lied turned all of Mari's friends against her except for Nino and Chloe apologized to Marinette, the class bully's her physically, verbally, and cyber, Damian knows only of the verbal bullying he doesn't know about the other parts of it, Mrs. Rossi knows nothing of what her daughter does, Nino and Chloe are going to have a good say here. Oh and Marinette is adopted by jagged and Penny sine Tom and Sabine disowned her for a lying sausage haired witch, and Chloe knows Mrs. Rossi since she works at the hotel(She has become nicer and Marinette told Chloe not to hold the mother accountable for Lila's actions and she doesn't want Mrs. Rossi to know what her daughter has done so yah))

Mrs. Rossi P.O.V

I was collecting my stuff to leave till I hear "Mrs. Rossi!" I turn around to see Chloe the Mayors daughter and the future owner of the hotel "what do you need miss?" I turned towards her "may I talk to you in my room?" "sure, do you need me to work a little longer?" I asked out of curiosity "No, its nothing along the lines of work" "oh um ok" I followed her up to the imperial suite, once I stepped in I saw two men, one I recognize as Nino, he would often come here with a blue haired girl named Marinette who also stays here, the other man I haven't seen here before he has black hair, jade green eyes, and he's scowling. "TT, Chloe who is she, and why did you want me hear?" "yes, I would like to know to miss?" I saw her sigh and put on a straight face "Guys this is Mrs. Rossi, Mrs. Rossi that's Damian Wayne, and I called you guys here because of Lila Rossi" I was a little worried when she said my daughter's name and how she knows it, and I'm in a room with a Wayne, Damian spoke up "why do I need to know about her?" well Damian, this involves Marinette" Chloe said with a straight face and then I saw Damians face go serious "what happened to Angel." "well, she's getting bullied by your daughter Mrs. Rossi" I got serious when she said that "what has she done now?" I narrow my eyes "Nino and I are in the same class as Lila and Marinette, she didn't want this to get to you but you need to know." she took a sigh and started explaining. "Mrs. Rossi your daughter Physically, and Verbally bullies Marinette, along with the Cyber bullying" I was shocked and furious that she's doing this "Lila has lied about traveling the world, having diseases, knowing celebs and turned the whole class but Nino and I against her. The class now physically hurts her to where she's gone to the hospital Five times, they call her names, insult her, they've even threatened her, they also went to her parents Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng and told them lies from Lila, and they disowned her jagged learned about this and adopted her, after they had started the cyber bullying, they've been sending her death threats and tried suicide baiting her. and Lila had Max hack into Marinettes account and took her money out of it, claiming she stole the money from her or that she stole her designs, its getting bad to where she's broken down in my room..." I was horrified at what Lila had done, then I saw Damian get up and walk out of the room I followed shortly after.

Damien's P.O.V

after Chloe explained what was happening with my angel I was pissed and ready to kill this Harlet, I stood up and headed to my angels, once I got there I went straight to her class and burst into the door to be met with a woman with orange hair in a bob "Sir, you cannot barge into my classroom while I'm teaching!" "TT" I ignored her and looked for my Angel to see her all the way in the back right corner asleep, but it seems she isn't relaxed at all, then I heard Mrs. Rossi "Lila Valentino Rossi!" I saw a girl pale which I'm guessing is the lying Harlet "m-mother w-what a-are y-you doing h-here!?" she yelled "lying to everyone, Including Me, bullying an innocent girl, stealing from peop-" a Harlet with glasses cut Mrs. Rossi off and started talking "Miss! Marinette bully's Lila!" I had it "No she doesn't it's the other way around!" "And who are you!?" "I am Damian Al Gul Wayne." everyone went pale and I walked back to get my angel, while Mrs. Rossi continued scolding the lying Harlet, when she finished I walked back up to the front and turned to look at the class and said "all of you will be sued by me and my family along with every celebrity that has been lied about, and Mrs. Rossi you cannot help Lila pay it off you should not have to pay for your daughters problems." I saw her smile and say "thank you, Mr. Wayne" I just nod and walk out.

no one's P.O.V

after that the class along with the teacher and principle got sued by all the celebrities. Marinette, Chloe, and Nino moved to Gotham, Lila was arrested, she came out as M.D.C(fashion Designer), Nette(singer), and lady red(fencer) a year later, Damian proposed to Marinette three months after the reveal, Nino and Chloe got together a few weeks after and they were happy till the day they died.

#my creation #MlbxDC #Damienette

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senashenta · 1 month ago

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Cerulean Blue

Title: Cerulean Blue

Pairing: Destiel

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: SO MUCH SEX.

Summary: Cas and Dean meet up in New York City for one of their weekends alone together, and it starts out perfectly: spending seemingly endless amounts of time together, expressing desperately missed affection, and of course, having sex. Then they go for a walk down by the pier and find… something. Something WEIRD. Something Dean should probably be HUNTING, except it’s not like any monster he’s seen before. Cas and Dean decide to take it back with them and try to salvage their week while the little beastie does it’s best to cause them nothing but trouble.

Notes: Right, so more smut and fluff, but Cerulean Blue has a bit of a plot in it as well, so it’s got that going for it! :D;; (Who are we kidding, we all know you’re here for the smut. :P)

Interestingly, the one thing I obsess over is the travel times and how long it takes Cas to take the bus to all these different places, so I make a point of being relatively accurate with that because my OCD brain insists on it for some Goddamn reason. In this case, it takes roughly 16 hours and 25 minutes to drive from Tallahassee to NYC, so I added four hours for stops, transfers and layovers (since Cas IS taking the bus) which brings us to 20 hours and 25 minutes, give or take. Ta-daa!!

ALSO. Thank you so much to everyone who’s left comments/kudos on Horror High, Cheap Motel and Counting Scars in the last week, it’s really been helpful in cheering me up a bit and inspirational for working on writing the Horror High sequel. I’m glad SOME PEOPLE out there are enjoying this series! <33333

HORROR HIGH et al TUMBLR MASTER POST HERE.

CERULEAN BLUE By Senashenta

[31 Broadway Hotel, 38 West 31st Street, floor 4, room 12.]

For once they weren’t really meeting at a city in the middle. Usually, when they planned their meetups, Cas and Dean picked a town or city in-between Tallahassee, where Cas was currently living for school, and whatever city Dean happened to be in at the time. That seemed like the fair thing to do, all things considered. Sometimes one of them traveled a little father than the other, but never too much. Cas had seen half the country over the last four years of his relationship with Dean, he thought, not that it was a bad thing.

This time was different, though: Dean had been in New York City on a job, so they probably would have met up somewhere in North Carolina or Virginia, but Cas had expressed interest because he had never been to New York City, so Dean had suggested, if Cas didn’t mind being the one to do all the traveling this time around, that he simply stay put and Cas join him. He already had a hotel room and everything, he would just extend his stay.

Dean’s dad, who had been with him on the New York Hunt, had been unimpressed, but then he was always unimpressed when it came to his son and Cas. This time he had only pitched a minor fit, though, before tossing his things in the Impala and taking off for the next town. Dean had counted himself lucky to get off so easy. Usually, it took at least an hour of yelling before his dad wound himself down.

Now he was puttering around his hotel room—large this time, with two beds because they had been accommodating both himself and his dad—taking down all the newspaper clippings and hand-scribbled notes pertaining to the job they’d just finished that were taped to the walls and tossing them in the trash. Not that Cas wouldn’t understand, of course, but he preferred not to subject the other man to it if it wasn’t necessary.

Once that was done, he ran a hand through his hair—and came up with dirt still caked against his scalp from the night before. Dean made a face and headed into the bathroom, showering quickly and washing off the grime. He was just stepping out when someone knocked on the door—and he grinned.

Toweling his hair enough that it wasn’t actively dripping, Dean then wrapped the same towel around his waist and hurried through to unlock the door and open it a crack. His grin widened when he saw Cas standing in the hallway, and he flung the door open with a laugh, “you made it!”

Cas looked at him, blue eyes skimming up and down the length of his body, and complained, “oh, come on, how is that even fair?”

Dean looked down at himself, still grinning, and shrugged, “you caught me at a bad time.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a bad time.” Cas commented, eyes still flitting over Dean’s body. Finally, he shook his head and pushed a hand against the older man’s chest, easing him back so he could step inside and close the door behind himself. Crossing over, he dropped down to sit on the edge of one of the beds with a huff, dropping his bag by his feet. “Twenty hours on a bus is exhausting.”

Dean made a soft sympathetic noise, even as he undid the towel from around his waist and started using it to finish drying off—including his hair, which was beginning to drip again. Cas watched him perhaps too closely. “New backpack?” Dean asked as he ruffled at his hair, then draped the towel around his shoulders and headed over to dig out a pair of boxers.

Cas blinked, then glanced down at the backpack by his feet. It definitely wasn’t his old one, didn’t have all the distinctive embroidered patches on it. “My old one finally died on me. I still have to transfer my patches over.”

“Yeah, it’s weird seeing you without the angel wings and stuff,” Dean agreed, pulling on a pair of boxers, finally, and rummaging for his jeans. “Sorry, you really did show up right when I was in the middle of getting ready. Hey, how’d you get here, anyway? This city’s a maze.”

“Taxi.” Cas shrugged, “I knew I’d never find the place on my own. Also, walking all the way from the bus station didn’t sound fun either and I have no idea how the subways here work. So.”

Though he still wasn’t wearing a shirt, Dean had at least managed to put some pants on, now, and tossed the towel in the general direction of the bathroom before moving over to sit next to Cas and leaning to kiss by his ear gently. “Hi, you.”

Cas smiled and turned his head to look at Dean properly, then ducked in for a real kiss. “Hi. Thanks for the show, I’d missed that.”

“Pfft. You just want me for my body.” Dean accused, grinning again.

It wasn’t as if they didn’t get time together when Dean was on the road; they talked almost every day, one way or another, and were even intimate—remotely, obviously—when Dean could get his dad and Sam out of the motel room for a while. Video call sex did the job, but just wasn’t the same as being together and touching each other in person. (Not that watching Cas touch himself and moan Dean’s name over the computer would ever get old, of course.)

Another brief kiss and Dean shifted back to really look at Cas. “You do look tired.” He decided, and set to work, manhandling his boyfriend out of his trench coat and then maneuvering him up onto the bed to lay down. Dean stretched out beside him and pulled Cas into his side. “You getting enough sleep?”

Cas hummed an absent little noise and slung an arm across Dean’s bare chest, fingers tracing against his skin gently. “I do okay.” He shrugged before admitting softly, “just… lately the nightmares have been bad again, so…”

“So, you really do need a few nights with me.” Dean finished for him, one hand rubbing against Cas’s side.

Because for some inexplicable reason, even after all this time, being around Dean still kept the nightmares at bay. Nightmares that Cas had been having for as long as he could remember, of another life, a horrible life, a frightening life, a violent and painful life—but also an astonishingly weird one, and one of hope and love and joy, at times.

“I took the week off.” Cas said after a moment’s pause. He shifted to look up at Dean. Today was Sunday and—“I don’t have to catch the bus back home until Friday morning. Is that okay?” Then he hesitated before adding, “I can always catch an earlier bus if it’s not.”

“It’s fine,” Dean assured him with a smile, his free hand coming up to stroke against Cas’s cheek gently. “Dad and I only just closed out this job, so I can afford to stay a couple extra days. Dad won’t be happy, but when is he ever?” When Cas returned his smile and then leaned his head back down, he added, “besides, I’m not gonna turn down the chance to spend a whole week with you, Cas… we haven’t had that much time together in a single stretch since high school.”

And that had been almost four years ago, wasn’t that a thought. It felt like longer—it felt like a lifetime.

Cas hummed softly, fingers still tracing against Dean’s chest. He ran one over the older man’s nipple just to feel it harden under his hand, then commented almost idly, “so you’ve got your work cut out for you this week, being my personal dreamcatcher and everything.”

Dean took a sharp breath in and licked his lips, then accused, “you tease.”

“Says the guy who answered the door wet and in a towel. And then proceeded to take that off to dry off and parade around naked, after over four months of not seeing each other.”

“I, uh… I see your point.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t jump you the second the door was closed.” Cas grumbled. He rubbed a finger over Dean’s puckered nipple again, just for emphasis, making Dean sigh out a soft pleased sound. After a moment, Cas added quietly, “it was too long, this time, Dean. Four months is too long. One hundred and thirty-one days is too long.”

“You counted the days?”

“I do every time.”

“Yeah, I… hate being away from you, too, Cas. You know I do. I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

Cas knew Dean and his dad had been in deep this time, Hunting something especially dark and terrible—something that had been hunting them back. Something so bad they had been forced to dump Sam off with Pastor Jim for the duration of the Hunt. And it had led them most of the way across the country before they had pinned it down in New York and finally dispatched it, very nearly at the cost of their own lives. It wasn’t as if Dean had been avoiding Cas; he had been doing his job, and his job was important.

They had still talked almost every day, on the phone or video chat, or even if it was just to send off a couple of quick texts, but four months was a long time for them to go without seeing each other in the flesh, so to speak—this was the longest they’d gone since the first time, three and a half years ago, right after Dean had left Jacksonville. They had gone seven months before seeing each other again, that time, and had promised never again.

The arm around Cas shifted, now, and Dean threaded his fingers into the other man’s hair, petting and stroking gently, soothing and apologetic. “Tell me about your dreams.” He said softly, “you said they’ve gotten bad, but how bad?”

Cas sighed and smoothed his hand up Dean’s chest so he could toy with his pendant almost absently. “I can’t even have a nap right now without dreaming horrible things. On the bus here I fell asleep and dreamt I was homeless, eking out a living from the trash… and then this kind girl took me home with her. We bonded; we had sex. Twice. And then the next morning she tied me to a chair and tortured me, then stabbed me to death. I could feel all of it.”

Dean grumbled softly at the sex part. Cas rolled his eyes with an amused smile.

“You can’t be jealous of a dream, Dean.”

“I can and I freaking will.” Dean grumped in response, but didn’t stop stroking through his hair, the touch warm and affectionate, “why is it that all your dreams have a touch of the brown acid, Cas?”

“How should I know?” Cas shrugged, “for that matter, how do I know what it feels like to have sex with a girl? I’ve never…” He blew out a frustrated breath and tugged at Dean’s pendant lightly. “Forget it, it’s just my messed-up mind making stuff up. I just need a couple nights of decent sleep and I’ll be back to normal. Right now, my brain is kind of fried.”

“You wanna have a nap now?” Dean asked.

“Can’t. I just got here, and I had a million cups of coffee on the trip from Tallahassee. I’m too wired.” Cas shook his head, then dipped to kiss against Dean’s chest gently. “Thanks, though.”

“You know what’s good for getting out energy and relaxing you, though?” Dean was grinning again; Cas could hear it. The older man shifted, pushing Cas onto his back and sinking down over him, leaning in for a kiss. “I’ll give you three guesses, but you’ll only need one.”

Cas laughed, legs apart now so Dean could settle between them and smiling up at his boyfriend in amusement. He hooked his legs loosely around Dean’s hips and met the offered kiss warmly, wrapping his arms around Dean’s neck. “You’re incorrigible,” He murmured against the older man’s lips a moment later.

“Guilty.” Came Dean’s agreement, already going for another kiss, “but you don’t seem too bothered by it.”

That was because Cas wasn’t bothered by it—not at all. He loved every part of Dean, every facet of his personality, and thought he always would. There was something special about Dean’s enthusiasm for everything in life—or almost everything. It was almost contagious, made the same enthusiasm swell up inside Cas as well.

There had been times when they had talked and he had been down, of course. Upset about his dad or Sam, or about the events of a Hunt. Angry. Depressed, even. But that was normal, right? Everyone got down sometimes.

And Cas was always there to talk him through it and out the other side, to bring him back around to the happiness he got from the little things, like diner burgers, cold beer and the motels that had Magic Fingers on their beds. Things like Cas himself, who was what sparked the most joy, more than anything else out there. More than anything else ever (except maybe his mom.) Things like…

Dean slid a hand up under Cas’s shirt, mapping along his side warmly as they continued to kiss, starting out with gentle little kisses and then sliding into a full-blown make-out session, hot and heavy and practically trying to devour one another while Dean pushed-and-pulled at Cas’s shirt until the younger man broke off—and pushed Dean back enough to strip it off and toss it away.

That was much better. Dean ducked back in to bite and kiss along Cas’s shoulder, then his collar bone, down to one nipple, where he paused to lick and suck for a moment, nipping at the perked nub and making Cas arch and gasp sharply. Dean smirked because turnabout was fair play.

Meanwhile, he eased his hands down and around to undo Cas’s pants, then hooked his fingers in the waistband and tugged, leaning up to give Cas another kiss and murmur, “hips up. Lemme get these off you.”

Then he was back down, pulling Cas’s jeans off with a little cooperation from the younger man, who kicked them away with a laugh a moment later. Dean grinned and went for Cas’s boxers next, and they landed in a heap on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

Dean ran his hands up Cas’s legs and then ducked his head, intending to suck Cas’s cock into his mouth—but Cas stopped him with hands on his shoulders, a little shake of his head and a smile. “You, too.” He said simply, reaching down to tug at Dean’s jeans—the ones he had only just gotten into, ironically. He popped the button open and worked the zipper down, then pushed at the waistband and gave Dean an expectant look.

A soft, low chuckle and Dean shifted back and to the side, quickly shucking out of his jeans and boxers and dumping them off the side of the bed before returning to his previous position—only for Cas to stop him again, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging. “Dean.”

Dean huffed quietly, climbing up over him and leaning in for a kiss. “What is it, Cas? What do you want?”

Cas hesitated slightly before licking his lips and offering, “turn around, so I can too. At the same time, I mean. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Dean just blinked down at him. “I understand, yeah, I just wouldn’t have thought…”

Cas was trying very hard to ignore the fact that he was steadily turning redder and redder. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine, just say so, okay?”

But Dean was quick to shake his head. He grinned. “I think it’ll work best if we lay on our sides, don’t you?”

This time it was Cas’s turn to blink. “I—yeah.” He agreed. “That sounds good.”

Dean continued grinning and shifted against him, rolling his hips so their erections rubbed together before easing away and onto his side next to Cas, pausing there as he waited for Cas to shuffle himself around as well.

This would be something… new. Not the blowjob aspect, of course, there had been a great many blowjobs over the years, but this position, doing it at the same time. It seemed a natural progression, but every time he and Cas tried something new, Cas got a little bit shy about it and Dean had to navigate the waters carefully for fear of turning him off. Now would be no different.

So, Dean went first, once they were settled, one hand coming to rest against Cas’s hip and leaning in to take the tip of the younger man’s cock into his mouth, sucking softly at first, gently, before slowly easing deeper, taking more of him in, sucking along the shaft with a low hum in the back of his throat that vibrated down Cas’s dick and made him gasp.

“God, Dean…!” Cas moaned quietly and pressed his forehead into Dean’s abdomen for just a moment—then eased back, licking his lips and took Dean’s cock into his mouth, sliding deep and beginning to suck, swallowing down the salty taste of precome with every movement of his tongue.

Dean pulled off his cock with a lewd slurping noise to laugh, “you know, some day the Big Man is gonna get tired of hearing you say his name like that and actually show up.”

Cas made a quiet whining sound, a token protest because not only had Dean stopped, but he didn’t even believe in God, so what was he even saying? When Dean just chuckled and licked at the head of his cock again before sucking him back into his mouth, though, Cas’s whine turned into a muffled moan and he rocked his hips just the slightest bit, silently urging Dean to go deeper.

It turned out that, actually, sucking dick while simultaneously getting yours sucked was a bit more difficult than either of them had originally anticipated. More so for Cas, though, who was more of a talker during sex than Dean was—he kept having to pull off and press his forehead by Dean’s stomach to mutter out strings of curses and oaths and generally whined nonsensical babble when things got to be too much for him.

Dean just found it amusing, and poured himself even more into the blowjob he was currently giving his boyfriend—bobbing his head, swirling his tongue, even scraping his teeth the slightest bit—he could worry about himself later, if it came down to that.

But Cas was nothing if not determined, despite the fact he kept having to take little breaks to swear against Dean’s abdomen and resist the urge to buck his hips. He gave as good as he got, sucking hotly up and down Dean’s cock, slurps and other lewd little noises as he eventually brought his hand up to cup Dean’s balls and knead.

Dean moaned around the dick in his mouth, brows drawing together slightly and starting to breathe hard through his nose. Every time Cas was going down on him and did that it got him off especially well. Now he wished he was within reach of the lube because if he could get his fingers inside the younger man? No contest. But definitely not without any lube.

So instead, he redoubled his efforts, sucking Cas off hot and heavy, sloppy and wet, humming in the back of his throat so the sound vibrated along Cas’s cock and sent the other man gasping into his stomach again, panting there, hips twitching as he tried not to thrust even deeper into Dean’s mouth.

Dean pulled off of Cas’s cock at the same time to cough out, “you can move if you want to, Cas…”

Cas closed his eyes and shook his head, hair mussing against Dean’s skin. “Don’t wanna choke you.”

“Oh, for—” Dean just dove back in at that point, sucking Cas in—and then pushing deeper, sucking in a breath and swallowing him down into the back of his throat, then swallowing around him rhythmically.

Cas lost it. His hips bucked twice, completely beyond his control, and he came hard with a breathless cry, half-muffled into Dean’s stomach. Then he just panted there while Dean continued sucking him dry before pulling off him with a soft wet sound, licking his lips and swallowing thickly.

“You cheat.” Cas accused; the words panted slightly.

Dean laughed. “Says the guy who’s literally got me by the balls right now.” And then, not unkindly, “get out of the way so I can finish myself off.”

But Cas made a stubborn sort of noise and just pushed Dean onto his back, then squirmed around, limbs a little wobbly still, until he was down settled between Dean’s legs—then went right back to work, sucking Dean off like he was being paid for it. And it was easier now, without the distraction of his boyfriend’s mouth on his cock, to focus on what he was doing, sucking and bobbing his head, nipping lightly here-and-there, then pulling Dean’s own trick and shoving deep, swallowing around him until Dean could do nothing else but arch and come hard with a loud moan, one hand down and tangled in Cas’s hair.

It had only taken a couple of minutes; he’d been pretty close already. Once he was finished, Cas pushed himself to sit up, swallowing down the slippery feeling of Dean’s come in his throat, and crawled up to settle next to him on the bed once more. Dean pulled him close and wrapped an arm around his waist. Cas tossed an arm over Dean’s ribs with a hum.

“Solid eight out of ten.” Dean said finally, smiling up the ceiling.

“You’re rating my blowjobs now?” Cas asked with a little quirk of his lips.

“No, I mean the position. Doing it at the same time.”

“Ah. I actually failed rather spectacularly at that, if you recall.”

“All I know is your mouth is fantastic and I came hard. Hence the eight out of ten.”

“Eight is decent.” Cas agreed finally. “So, we give it another try sometime?”

“Oh, definitely. It’s great feeling you try to hold it together while you’re getting your dick sucked like that.” Dean grinned, then added; “but next time not in my Dad’s bed. Because gross.”

Cas stopped at that, pulled his arm back a little and lifted his head to look between the bed they were on and the other one. “Why didn’t you say something earlier, Dean?”

All Dean could do was laugh.

-- --

They spent the rest of the day and that night mostly in the hotel room, with a couple of quick outings to a coffee stand around the corner. Since they had the time, they took down the rest of wall of newspaper clippings, articles and photographs that Dean’s dad had had put up for the Hunt they had just finished, tossing it all in the trash.

They stole the pillows from Dean’s dad’s bed and tossed them onto Dean’s—the one they would be sharing for the duration of their stay—to make things a little more comfortable (the pillows and linens in this hotel… weren’t great.)

They ordered pizza in for dinner. They watched an old black-and-white movie on the glitchy TV while they ate, and Dean pulled a beer from the mini fridge to accompany his meal. Cas just leaned into his side with a happy sigh, content with his cola and Dean’s company.

They made love that night, slow and languid and full of emotion before they finally reached completion together. Then they fell asleep, tangled up in each other’s arms, and just like magic Cas didn’t have a bad dream for the entire night.

When Cas woke up in the morning it was to an empty bed—and empty hotel room—but he wasn’t worried. Dean would come back, and he could take care of himself if something happened. So, Cas took the time to have a shower and brush his teeth, then got dressed in clean clothes that didn’t smell like twenty hours on a Greyhound bus; a fresh pair of jeans and a graphic tee that Charlie had picked out for him last time they had managed to get together. Cas actually knew who The Pixies were, miraculously, and Charlie said it looked good on him, so he just went with it.

Cas was just finishing toweling his hair dry for the second time and smoothing it out (mostly) when he heard the door to the motel room open, then close, followed by footsteps. He quickly hung his towel up and poked his head out the bathroom door, brightening when he saw Dean, back turned to him, working on locking the door behind himself.

Wandering through, Cas sat down on the edge of their bed. “Hey. You were out early.”

“Yeah, went for coffee.” When Dean turned around, he was holding a tray with two cups of coffee in one side, a half-folded paper bag balanced on the other side. He set everything on the kitchenette counter and motioned for Cas to come over. “C’mon, sleepyhead, breakfast time.”

“It’s only ten.” Cas protested, but stood and headed over anyway, “and I’ve been up for half an hour. That’s early for our weekends and you know it.” When he got over to Dean’s side, Dean leaned in for a quick kiss, then left Cas to inspect the contents of the paper bag—donuts of some kind. He didn’t quite recognize them.

“Cronuts.” Dean supplied as Cas pulled one out of the bag, “they’re a big thing, apparently.”

Cas shrugged and took a bite of the one in his hand, pausing to consider before smiling and offering, “mm, they’re good!”

Dean smiled back and handed him his coffee. “Three cream and two sugar.”

“Perfect.” Cas’s smile turned soft, and he took the cup gratefully. “Thank you.”

Meanwhile, Dean was opening up his own coffee (black, naturally) and plucking out a cronut of for himself. “So, how’d you sleep last night?” He asked around his first mouthful.

Cas sighed and leaned back against the counter, still munching on his own breakfast, sipping his coffee in-between. “I slept really well. I always do with you. No nightmares, nothing. Just… rest. I always feel rejuvenated when I can spend the night with you. It’s only been one night, and I already feel almost back to normal.”

“You ever think you might be an energy vampire or something, Cas?” Dean chuckled, finishing off his cronut and going for another, taking a drink of his coffee. “Seriously, you know I’m happy to help, even if I don’t know how I’m doing it. So, I’m glad.”

Cas was quiet for a bit, and they ate in silence for a while before he finally spoke up again; “you remember last year, that fortune teller in Raleigh?” He paused again, pulling out a second cronut for himself and taking a bite, chewing and swallowing before continuing, “she said we were strongly connected. Asked if we believed in soul mates.”

Dean frowned slightly but shrugged with one shoulder. “So?”

“I know what you’re going to say,” Cas told him, looking at Dean with an almost unreadable expression. “But I think she might have been right. We’ve been connected right since day one, haven’t we?” A little, soft smile tugged at his lips, and he glanced down, “what if you being my dreamcatcher is because when we’re apart, our souls are split in half? And when we’re together like we are now, your soul and mine kind of… meld. And yours protects me.”

There was a long silence from Dean—long enough that Cas was absolutely sure he was about to get a Soul Mates Aren’t A Thing lecture—and Cas finally glanced up, intending to apologize for being stupid, just in time for Dean to drop a kiss against his forehead with a small smile. “Yeah,” He said warmly, surprising Cas a little, “I say we go with that.”

Cas smiled a bit more, then leaned into Dean’s side slightly and went back to finishing off his breakfast. When he was done his second cronut and still sipping at his coffee, he asked, “what time did you get up, anyway?”

“Early.” Dean peered into the paper bag as if considering a third cronut, but then decided against it and folded the bag over again to save the last two for later. He took a long drink of his coffee. “I’m just off a job, so my body is still trained to wake me up at the crack of dawn.” A smile. “I did stay in bed with you for a while before I left, though. You’re gorgeous while you sleep.”

“My hair is a mess, and I drool on my pillow sometimes.” Cas deadpanned.

“Adorable.” Dean chuckled.

Cas would have protested more, but instead conceded, “I like watching you sleep, too.”

“When you say it, it just sounds creepy.” Dean joked.

Cas reached with his spare hand and swatted him in the arm. “Don’t be a dick.”

The older man chortled to himself for a minute or two while Cas gave him a dirty look, then settled into his side once more. They were still leaning against the kitchen counter, but it was a nice moment between them, regardless. Cas enjoyed all the little moments like these. He had always enjoyed the little moments between them, right from day one, from when they had met. They were… pleasant. Almost domestic. Made him feel warm in his chest.

Now he lifted his coffee cup to inspect it curiously, but it didn’t have any markings, so he asked, “where did you go? This is really good coffee.”

“Little artisanal place a couple blocks away.” Dean smiled, “found it last week while we were still on the Hunt. I think I’d drive cross-country for their coffee alone. Dad’ll drink any old shit… I mean. So will I, I guess. You get used to crappy motel and diner coffee. But if I can get my hands on the good stuff I absolutely will.”

“I don’t blame you.” Cas laughed, “I was spoiled. Father always insists on keeping really good coffee in the house, so I kind of grew up on it, once I was old enough to start drinking it.”

“Yesssss I remember the coffee the mornings after our sleepovers.” The older man sighed deeply. “That was imported, had to be.”

“Straight from a tiny farming village in the deep forests of Brazil.” Cas confirmed, amused. “Can’t remember what it’s called, now… Brazil Mogiana, maybe?”

Dean chuckled and finished off his coffee, setting his cup down but not going anywhere, staying where he was, propped against the counter with Cas leaning into his side. He just watched as Cas continued sipping at his own coffee—he always took longer to drink his than Dean did his own. “So, what do you want to do today?”

Cas paused halfway to a drink. He blinked slightly. Then he looked up at Dean, an almost blank look on his face. Normally he would have suggestions, but this time? “I have no idea.”

-- --

New York had a whole laundry list of touristy things to keep them busy for the week but for once Cas hadn’t been on his phone looking them up while he’d been on the bus there. He had just slept for most of the trip, instead, bad dreams and all. So, after breakfast they sat together, using Dean’s beat-up laptop (the browser opened to Busty Asian Beauties dot com and Cas gave him a look; Dean at least had the decency to look sheepish) and did some searches for attractions around the city.

The first and most obvious one was Coney Island, and Cas had to admit that he’d never really been to a place like that before—somewhere with rides and games and vendors, the whole shebang. Dean said his dad had taken him and Sammy to one or two over their childhood, but just little, rural fairs, nothing like what Coney Island would be.

So, it was pretty quickly decided that that’s where they would be going that day. Even if they both ended up hating it, they could just go down to the beach and take a walk along the shoreline. That would be nice, too, Cas thought, though pictures showed the beach to be a pretty crowded place.

With that plan in mind, they lingered around the hotel room a little while longer and then grabbed their things and left. Cas of course wore his trench coat, even though it was warm enough to go without it; Dean teased him for it, but Cas would rather be safe than sorry. What if the weather changed? And it had large pockets, in case he wanted to buy anything. Besides, he could always take it off and carry it if it got to be too hot.

At some point Dean just stopped arguing and started to laugh, steering Cas down the hallway to the elevator with a hand at the small of his back.

They hailed a cab and got themselves dropped off at the entryway to Coney Island, and both of them were surprised to discover that there was no entry fee to the park itself, though if they wanted to go on any of the rides, they had to pay for those. So, they just walked in and began to stroll the boardwalk, Dean reaching for Cas’s had pretty much right away. Cas just made a little pleased noise and threaded their fingers together, squeezing gently.

The boardwalk was bustling with people, and while Cas had gotten more used to crowds after moving to Tallahassee for university, they did still bother him a little at times. Having Dean with him, holding his hand, helped a lot. He could focus on the feel of Dean’s fingers twined in with his own when everyone around them started pressing too tight.

They walked down rows of vendors, first, though neither of them found anything worthwhile for the most part. Cas took a few minutes at one particular stall, though, which was selling books of all kinds. He picked up and put down one book—“The Books of Enoch: The Angels, The Watchers and The Nephilim”—several times before Dean finally huffed and snatched it from him, then went and paid for it himself, returning a moment later to shove it into one of the pockets of Cas’s coat.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Cas told Dean once they were back hand-in-hand, walking down the boardwalk again, “I could have bought it.”

“Yeah, but you wouldn’t have.” Dean rolled his eyes with a grin.

Cas smiled softly. “Thank you, Dean.”

They continued their perusal of Coney Island, stopping for ice cream and funnel cake on the midway before they reached the portion of the park that held all the games. And that was when Dean really lit up—he insisted on trying almost all of them, and successfully won prizes at most. Then he turned around and gave them away to random little kids who were walking past with their parents with a charming smile and a laugh.

One tiny teddy bear, a consolation prize for a game that he didn’t win at, went into Cas’s other coat pocket, though.

That was before the slinky drama. They got to a ring-toss game and Dean spotted a giant rainbow slinky as one of the prizes, and then Cas was forced to watch him play that bloody game for over an hour until he finally won and got what he wanted out of it. The grin on Dean’s face was huge, though, and Cas couldn’t help chuckling, smile fond as they headed off.

“You know that slinky cost you about a hundred dollars, right?” Cas asked as they walked, no longer holding hands.

Dean was busy unwrapping the slinky and playing with it gleefully. “I don’t even care!” Then he glanced sideways at Cas, paused in what he was doing, and looped the slinky over his arm before reaching for Cas’s hand again. “What do you think, beach now?”

“Unless you want to do the rides?”

“Nah, I’m good on the rides front.”

“Yeah, me too.” Cas agreed, then smiled and added, “let’s check out the beach, then.”

At some point over the course of the afternoon the sun had disappeared behind the clouds and a bit of a chill breeze was now coming off the ocean. Cas was fine in his trench coat, and Dean in the flannel overshirt he wore almost perpetually, but most of the beachgoers were starting to pack up and leave. Neither Cas nor Dean minded that, it just meant more time and space for themselves.

So, for a while it was just the two of them and a handful of stragglers—until the rain started up. Light at first, then harder until it was pounding down and everyone else scattered for the safety of the boardwalk. Cas and Dean scrambled across the sand and ducked under the pier, pausing in the gloom to take stock and deciding they weren’t too wet, all things considered. Beyond the pier, the rain just continued to pour down.

“Well.” Dean flopped back into the sand, settling himself with a huff. “Looks like we’re stuck here for a while.”

Cas continued looking around them for another moment before sitting down next to his boyfriend and asking, “are you going to let this ruin our date?”

“No.” Dean grumped. He pulled the slinky off his arm and set it beside himself in the sand. “Yes. Maybe.”

Cas chuckled and shifted around, propping himself up on one hand and leaning over Dean, ducking down to kiss him. “Don’t be grumpy.”

Dean hummed quietly and when Cas moved away, he reached to pull him back down, “hey, no, c’mere. I’ll stop being grumpy.”

Laughing, Cas ducked down to kiss Dean again, smiling against his lips. “What are you trying to do, here?”

“Make out with you~?” There was a little lilt to the end of Dean’s sentence, and he angled for another kiss, reaching up to tug Cas down on top of himself. Cas’s balance teetered and he tipped over, landing on Dean’s chest with an ‘oof’. Dean grunted softly but just grinned at him. “Much better.”

Cas frowned down at him slightly. “We are out in public, Dean.”

“Look around, Cas,” Dean glanced left, then right, before looking back at Cas. “We’re literally the only ones here.” And then he reached up, tugging Cas down again and dragging him into another kiss, this time deep and long. “Mmh…”

Cas made a soft protesting sound but even that faded out quickly and he found himself sinking into Dean’s chest, kissing back heatedly. Dean tasted of powdered sugar, pastry and ice cream and on the older man’s tongue it was even more delicious. He wondered, briefly, vaguely, if he tasted the same.

A few long moments later and they were making out heavily—and Dean had a hand up Cas’s shirt, fingers dragging against his side. And, Cas thought, he really should put an end to all this before it went too far. But then Dean broke away and ducked in to suck along his throat and that idea went right out the window. Cas groaned and arched his neck against Dean’s mouth, one hand moving up to thread into Dean’s hair, tugging gently.

“Dean…” He managed after another minute, “what are we, ah… doing, here?”

Dean bit at the crook of his neck, making Cas groan again, then pulled him even closer and asked with a grin, “what do you think?”

Cas swallowed hard and gave a token protest: “here? Really?”

“Really.” Dean’s grin finally faded into a reassuring smile, and he added; “there’s no one here to see us. The rain is so loud no one will hear us. It’s dark, it’s cozy…”

“It’s got all the sand.” Cas pointed out.

That made Dean laugh. He tugged at the lapel of Cas’s trench coat. “Instant blanket. Also,” He dropped one hand to grope in his own pocket for a brief moment before producing a small tube of lubricant. Cas gave him a completely blank look, even as he returned the lube to his pocket. The grin came back full force. “Just in case.”

When Cas still hesitated, Dean wrapped his arms around him and rolled them over, so he was laying half-overtop the younger man instead of the other way around. He leaned in to rest their foreheads together gently. “We don’t have to, if you don’t want to, obviously. You know I’d never force you. We can just wait out the rain and go back to the hotel and make love there, if you want. I just thought this could be… different. Fun.”

Cas started out frowning up at him, but as Dean spoke that frown faded out, replaced by a sort of… considering expression.

Dean had a couple of good points. There was no one else under the pier or anywhere around it right then, and the rain was still pounding down, it would mute any noise they made. It wasn’t like they would be having sex in public, with a bunch of strangers watching them. And Cas liked to think of himself as open-minded, he just hadn’t considered exhibitionism before—if this even counted, and he wasn’t even sure it actually did.

Finally, he gave Dean a serious look and told him; “if I get sand anywhere uncomfortable, we’re not having sex for the rest of this week.”

“But next time we meet up we’re cool again, right?”

“Dean.”

“Alright, alright. It’s a deal.” Dean ducked in to kiss him—and Cas kissed back despite his initial reluctance. When they broke apart a moment later, Dean kissed by his jaw and added softly, “we can stop any time, Cas, if you get uncomfortable. Just say the word, same as always. Okay?”

That made Cas smile again and he nodded slightly. “Okay.”

It was a slower thing this time. They began with Cas taking his coat off and spreading it out for them to lay on—and then almost embarrassedly taking his shoes off, followed by his pants and boxers. He refused to take his shirt off, wanting to keep as much of his clothing on as possible, just in case. Then he laid back on the coat and licked his lips, gesturing with one hand for Dean to get started.

Dean was still fully clothed when he pulled the lube back out of his pocket, spread the slick over the fingers of his right hand, then quickly capped the tube and stuffed it back in his pocket again. Then he ducked down to push Cas’s shirt up a little, trailing messy kisses along his abdomen and easing the first finger into Cas’s body, slow and deep. When Cas just shifted his hips and sighed out a groan, Dean smiled against his skin and added the second, both fingers stretching and parting, rubbing heatedly against the other man’s sweet spot.

And while Cas hadn’t started out hard this time, he very quickly stiffened up when Dean started playing with his prostate, working up to three fingers quickly, fucking Cas on them hard and deep, until Cas was arching and writhing, head back and moaning loudly—but still barely audible over the pounding rain.

When Cas was broken down to pleadingly panting for Dean—that was when Dean tugged his fingers out, pulled his hand away, and quickly undid his jeans, pushing them down just enough to pull his throbbing cock out. Then he settled himself over Cas, between his legs, and carefully pushed into the younger man’s body, sinking in deep and fast, making Cas bite back a cry.

This wasn’t going to be making love by any means. This was going to be quick and dirty, and they both knew it. But that was okay sometimes, was good sometimes, especially in this sort of a situation. (And how had Cas let Dean talk him into this, again? Cas threw his head back and laughed breathlessly at the absurdity of it all, only for Dean to drag him into a kiss immediately afterward.)

Dean began moving, then, quick, sharp thrusts right against his prostate that made Cas’s head fall back again, forced him to muffle loud little cries every single time. And his own cock was half-under the edge of Dean’s shirt, rubbing against soft skin—and cotton that was soft in a different kind of way—and they had never had sex while mostly clothed before. It was new and novel and not terrible by any means, although Cas admittedly missed the feeling of Dean’s skin against his.

One arm came up and around Dean, hand grabbing at the back of his shirt, twisting in the fabric there, and the other arm got tossed up above his head—Cas almost startled when it landed in cool sand, fingers curling in the fine grains, digging lightly. That wasn’t a texture or feeling he had previously associated with sex, and it was surprisingly jarring—but before he could think too much about it, Dean was back to kissing him and he returned to just moaning, panted and loud, as the other man battered against his sweet spot.

Finally, Cas lifted one leg to hook around Dean’s hip, the opposite heel sliding almost uselessly in the sand, and threw his head back to gasp out, “Dean…! A-ah…! So close…!”

Dean grunted out an affirmative and slid one hand between them to shove their shirts out of the way and grasp at Cas’s aching cock, beginning to stroke along with his continued, hard thrusts. He was jostling Cas up and down on his coat on the sand, but Cas didn’t even care anymore, gasping and panting for air, his own hips jerking and twitching until he came with a loud shout—it echoed under the pier, but was still, thankfully, drowned out by the rain falling around them. Dean followed after him, coming just a few thrusts later with a low cry of his own, again, just as covered by the sounds of the storm.

Then Dean slumped down over Cas, giving a pleased but breathless-sounding sigh against the crook of his neck, pressing meandering kisses there in a trail up to his boyfriend’s ear where he paused to murmur, “…you’re the best. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Cas replied, chest still heaving slightly. When Dean eased back onto his knees and pulled out of him a moment later, he groaned and shifted with a grimace. “Sand everywhere.” He protested, though he had a little smile on his face the entire time. He watched Dean tuck himself back in and do up his pants and asked, “happy, now?”

“So happy.” Dean agreed.

“I’m glad, now shake the sand out of my clothes so I can put them back on.”

A laugh, but Dean did as he was told, and soon enough they were both dressed again, albeit with sticky cum smeared under their shirts and a suspicious stain on the inside of Cas’s trench coat. It would have to be dry cleaned to get that out. At least it was on the inside. As for the cum, Cas hummed to himself while Dean lounged back in the sand and leaned over to lift the other man’s shift up, ducking down to lick the smears away from his skin—as much as he could, anyway, considering it was already starting to soak into his tee. Dean hummed and returned the favor a minute later, and then they both settled back to wait out the storm, pleasantly relaxed and boneless in the sand.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Dean asked after a long, comfortable silence.

“I never thought it would be bad.” Cas corrected him, smiling up at the underside of the pier, “sex with you is always good. I was just concerned about the setting, that’s all. And just so you know, I wasn’t kidding, I have sand everywhere.”

Dean chuckled. “Sorry.”

“You are not. But I don’t really mind as much as I thought I would.”

“So, I’m not cut off for the rest of the week after all? Even though you got sand everywhere?”

“No, I guess not.”

“Awesome.”

The storm raged on for another forty-five minutes or so and they just stayed where they were under the pier, talking sometimes but more often than not just existing together in silence, listening to the weather howl around them. Eventually, though, the wind died down and rain petered off into drizzle, and then nothing. The sun beginning to peek out from behind the clouds again.

They continued to stay there until the sun was shining brightly once more and other people started coming back down to the beach—at which point they got up, gathered their things, and started to head out—

Until something caught Cas’s eye.

It was down at the end of the pier where it ran into the ocean, in the sand just beyond the reach of the waterline, shining iridescent purple. Cas, trench coat tucked under one arm, blinked, then squinted, and finally abandoned his boyfriend entirely and wandered over, leaving Dean to hurry after him.

Once they were both standing over the object in question, Cas looked at Dean for an explanation, only to get an exaggerated shrug in return: the thing was large, a little over a foot long and maybe half a foot wide, oblong and shimmery violet in color. It had clearly come out of the water—was loosely wrapped in seaweed. Dean, ever the resourceful Hunter, started looking around for a stick to poke it with.

Cas, on the other hand, crouched down next to it and reached with one hand to touch one finger against it gently. It had a hard shell, but that shell was covered in almost a gel coating, like a cushioning barrier. It wasn’t slick or slimy, just soft. When Dean looked over and Cas was touching it with his bare hand, he gave a startled noise and squawked out, “Cas, don’t touch it! Hunting rule number one is don’t touch the weird stuff!”

“I’m not a Hunter.” Cas pointed out, fascinated when something inside the object moved in response to his touch. He pressed his entire hand against it, watching the movement curiously before pulling back. “I think it’s an egg.”

“You think it’s an—great. Great. Just. Perfect.” Dean came back over and crouched down next to him to look at it properly. “We’re going to have to take this with us now, you know.”

Cas didn’t even look surprised. “Can’t leave it here in case it’s something dangerous.” He agreed, already spreading his trench coat out—and then carefully, oh so carefully, picking the egg up and placing it inside, wrapping it up securely. His coat would well and truly need to be professionally cleaned, now. Once it was wrapped, he picked it up and stood, then waited for Dean to do the same. “Okay, let’s go.”

They walked back up the beach to the boardwalk with Cas carrying the egg gently and Dean looking at him like he was holding a nuclear bomb. But there was something about the thing that made Cas feel at ease. He wasn’t the least bit worried about the egg or what was inside it, somehow. Maybe he just had screwed up survival instincts, or maybe Dean was naturally paranoid because of his job. Either way, they were having two very different reactions to the maybe-egg.

A not-so-quick taxi ride back to the hotel and they got into their room safely, at which point Cas set the bundle containing the egg on the second bed and stepped back, looking at the little parcel contemplatively.

Dean stepped up next to him. “Your book and teddy bear are wrapped up in there somewhere.” He reminded Cas blandly.

Cas chuckled—then stopped and looked sideways at Dean. “Where’s your slinky?”

Several emotions flitted across Dean’s face in quick succession before he scowled and muttered, “fuck!”—he’d forgotten it under the pier.

-- --

After a lot of discussion and going around in circles about it, they decided the best place to keep the egg—(it was probably definitely an egg)—was in the bathtub for the time being. So, Cas carefully unwrapped it and took it through to the bathroom to set it in the bottom of the bathtub gently. Whatever was inside it was still moving, so that was good. Or possibly very bad, he wasn’t sure which. And the egg’s color seemed to be changing as well, fading from dark purple to a lighter, brighter pink. What that meant, neither of them had any idea.

He turned the light off and closed the bathroom door when he left, returning to the main room where Dean was on the phone with someone named “Bobby”, whom he claimed was the one to call for this type of a situation. And Cas kind of had to ask… what type of a situation? A “random potential monster egg on the beach” type of situation? That seemed pretty specific.

So, while Dean made his call, Cas rescued his book and teddy bear from his now (temporarily) ruined trench coat and stuffed the coat in the bottom of his bag to get it out of the way. The book and bear got tossed on the second bed for the time being, Cas smiling a little when he looked down at them in his hands. Then he dug out his own cell phone and pulled up the Skip app, ordering them dinner to be delivered to the hotel since it was about that time. Dean was probably starving—all they’d had for lunch was ice cream and funnel cake and Cas knew the older man simply could not survive on that alone.

The food was just arriving about the time Dean was finished his call with Bobby. He dropped his phone on their bed with a sigh and ran a hand through his hair before announcing, “Bobby says we’re both idiots and he’ll be here in a day or so.” Which, admittedly, was a much better reaction than if he’d called his dad. “He’s driving from South Dakota, it’s like a… twenty-three hour drive? If he floors it? So…”

It sounded like they had the beginning of a plan, at least, and soon they would have help with the potential tactical nuke they had stashed in their bathroom. Cas nodded, then just waved Dean over to the kitchenette counter where he was unpacking their dinner. When Dean approached, he basically shoved a burger into the older man’s hands and said, “eat. You’ve got to be hungry by now.”

Dean looked down at the burger in his grasp, then back up at Cas—and gave a huge, relieved sigh. “Thank you.”

Cas smiled but continued unpacking the paper sack. Two more burgers—one for himself and another for Dean just in case—and two little containers of fries that actually looked really good. Cas had just picked the place randomly off the app, since he had no idea about the restaurants in the area, but so far, the food looked decent. His smile widened when he pulled out the two little pocket pies as well and held them up. “Not the same, I know, but…”

“You bought pie, too?” Dean asked around a too-big mouthful of burger, “jeez, Cas, you share your ice cream with me at Coney Island, you let me fuck you on the beach, you buy me pie… it’s like you’ve got a thing for me or something.”

“Maybe a little one.” Cas agreed with a laugh, unwrapping his own burger and starting to eat and—oh. Yeah. Actually, this place had really good burgers, too. He absently checked the receipt for the name of the joint—Black Iron Burger—even though he knew he would likely never be back to New York again. “Anyway, you paid for the ice cream and funnel cake. And you bought me a book and won me a teddy bear. So maybe you’re the one who’s got a thing for me, hm?”

“Technically I think I lost you that teddy bear. That… ping pong ball fishbowl game was impossible.” Dean pointed out with a chuckle, going for another bite of burger.

“Doesn’t matter, I still love it.” Cas was enjoying his meal as well, just not with as much enthusiasm as Dean, who finished off his first burger quickly and reached for the remaining one, pausing to give Cas a questioning look. Cas nodded him on, and he was quick to unwrap that one and start in on it, too. “I’m sorry you left your slinky behind.” He added between bites, almost an afterthought.

A scowl from the older man, but then he just heaved a sigh and shook his head. “I guess some things just aren’t meant to be.”

“Maybe you’ll find another one some day.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

-- --

With the Egg Of Potential Doom lurking in their bathroom, they couldn’t exactly leave the hotel room just in case something happened with it. If a maid came in and found it, despite them leaving the Do Not Disturb sign on the door. Or, God forbid, it hatched and whatever was inside proceeded to run rampant over the entire hotel.

They sat around and discussed it, briefly, on multiple occasions, trying to figure out what it might be, and every time they came up blank. Dean just didn’t know of any monsters that laid eggs like that (any monsters big enough to lay eggs like that), and Cas didn’t know enough about the supernatural stuff to be of any real use, either.

In the meantime, they did have the room to themselves and the Do Not Disturb sign firmly on the door, so they made the most of it, enjoying each other’s company—and bodies—throughout the long hours that passed while they babysat the egg and waited for Bobby to show up.

Now, for example, Cas was on his back, stripped to his skin, moaning breathlessly while Dean not only worked him over with his fingers but also sucked him off, the sweetest kind of torture under the guise of getting him ready for Dean’s cock—which brought about the question as to why Dean was still completely dressed, actually, it seemed rather unfair given the circumstances.

Eventually Cas couldn’t take it anymore, and after a particularly good rub over his prostate he grabbed at Dean’s hair and pulled the other man off his cock, shivering at the slick, wet noise that followed and tugging him upward to drag him into a kiss. “Dean, take your clothes off and fuck me.” He panted against Dean’s lips, “please.”

Dean tended to listen when Cas swore like that, because Cas didn’t swear like that very often. He had been raised not to use words like “fuck” except under dire circumstances. But this? He considered a dire circumstance. He was going to lose his mind if Dean didn’t get inside him immediately.

So, Dean just chuckled and sat back, pulling his fingers away, and quickly stripped out of his shirt, then his pants and boxers, Cas watching him intently the entire time, eyes half-lidded and licking his lips, shifting impatiently in the sheets. Once Dean was naked, Cas reached to drag the older man down on top of himself, pulling him into a breathless kiss.

There was little preamble after that, Cas wrapping his legs around Dean’s hips loosely and Dean pushing his cock into Cas’s pliant body, making the younger man let his head fall back and sigh out a moan as he was filled up completely, perfectly content with Dean finally properly inside him.

Cas would live like this, if he could—but it wasn’t about the sex, it was about the connection. Being as close to Dean as he could possibly be. Sharing an experience that bound them together, even if just briefly. Sometimes he wondered if Dean felt the same—and other times Cas absolutely knew that he did.

This was one of those other times, when Dean started moving inside him slow and deep and sensual, making love to him even though he hadn’t asked for it, and reached up to thread his fingers into Cas’s hair, tugging gently and pulling him into a heated kiss—and Cas felt nothing but love and devotion in ever single action.

And this was what John Winchester was so afraid of, this side of his son. The side that cared so deeply and let down walls and loved with everything he had. Who didn’t want to be the dark, unsung hero, not all the time, not when they had this. Not when they had each other; when they could go out on dates and have sex on the beach or in shitty hotel rooms and eat dubious diner food and just be regular people sometimes.

Now, Dean continued rocking his hips into Cas’s, fucking him so thoroughly and deeply it left the younger man gasping against Dean’s mouth, panting softly as he rolled his own hips in response, meeting Dean’s thrusts with his own, everything slow and hot, the pleasure building gradually in his limbs, in his gut, coiling slowly but easing him toward inevitable release.

Cas dug his fingers into the back of Dean’s shoulders, then dragged them down his back, nails scraping slightly, making Dean hiss, before pausing at the small of his back to hold there, kneading, feeling the way his boyfriend’s muscles bunched and released, shifting along with his movements.

He always wished it could last forever, when they made love like this, and indeed, it seemed to—everything stretching into what felt like an endless span of time, just the push and pull of Dean inside him, over him, around him, kissing him like they had never done this before and possibly never would again. It was always perfect, and this was no exception.

But as with all good things, it had to come to an end. Eventually Dean’s thrusts became faster, harder as he worked them both to their peak—and Cas fell over with a breathless cry, hot come spurting between them, Dean followed soon after, burying his face in the crook of Cas’s neck to muffle a too-loud moan and coming deep in the younger man’s body.

There was silence afterward, broken only by the sound of their panting, and stillness for a few, long minutes, until Cas unwrapped his legs from around Dean’s hips and Dean eased away from him and rolled to the side, landing on his back with a huff. Cas shuffled around to tuck against him with a hum, ignoring the fact they were both covered in drying come for the time being.

A while later, though, he pushed away again and announced that he was going to have a shower. Dean leaned up to kiss him gently and agreed, promising to join him in minute—he just needed another second, so his legs were more stable before he went to stand under running water. Cas laughed and headed into the bathroom without him.

Once he was in there he side-eyed the egg slightly, then carefully picked it up out of the bathtub and set it down in the corner of the bathroom, before finally moving over to get the water going.

Twisting the handle until the water ran at the right temperature—Cas liked his showers hot—Cas pulled the pin to start the shower and climbed in, pulling the shower curtain closed behind himself. Dean would theoretically be joining him in a minute or two, and he was looking forward to that, despite the ominous presence of the egg in the bathroom with him.

Cleaning the now-dry smears of come off his abdomen was the first order of business, and it was taken care of with a washcloth and some body wash. That was the only problem with sex, sometimes, the mess that needed to be cleaned up afterward.

Cas went on to clean the rest of himself up quickly before turning to his thoroughly sexed-up hair, wetting it down and then beginning to scrub it with the actually kind of nice smelling hotel shampoo, the whole bathroom filled with hot steam now—and then he stopped, arms up and hands in his hair, because…

A series of cracking noises from beyond the shower curtain, followed by a kind of muffled pop and a hiss.

Cas froze, listening, and after a moment little, sliding, shuffling sounds could be heard along the bathroom floor and—shit shit shit. Cas quickly rinsed the rest of the shampoo suds away, and was blinking a bit of soap out of his eyes when the shower curtain began to move—

And a little, blue head and neck poked around it, bright eyes peering up at Cas curiously.

“Uh. Hi.” Cas said, the words nervous and stilted, then raised his voice to call out “DEEEEEEEAN—!!”

There must have been some urgency in his shout because Dean was at the door in an instant, slamming it open and demanding, “Cas?!”

The little creature, meanwhile, had clambered up over the edge of the bathtub and slid down inside. It was actually kind of… cute. But still. You never knew. Cas didn’t particularly want to be naked in the shower with it. He took a step back against the wall behind him, “the egg, the egg!”

Dean’s head jerked around, his eyes searching through the steam before landing on the egg, which, of course, was now cracked open and empty. Dean swore and immediately reached to yank the shower curtain open, bodily pulling Cas out of the bathtub with an overly suspicious look at the little… whatsit, that was currently splashing around in the still-running water.

“I’m fine, it didn’t even touch me.” Cas assured his boyfriend when Dean began checking him over. “It just… startled me.”

“Understandable.” Dean grunted, one hand still holding onto Cas’s arm protectively. “Look, I think… yeah. I think we’re just going to back out of the room and close the door for now, agreed?”

While they watched, the tiny animal slid back out of the bathtub and crawled over to the empty eggshell—then began eating it, crunching away, obviously content for the moment. Dean tugged at Cas’s arm and the two of them slipped out of the room, closing the door behind themselves with a click, the shower still running in the bathroom behind them.

Cas stood there, staring at the closed door, for the longest moment, before muttering almost blankly, “should’ve grabbed a towel.”

Dean snorted and went to the second bed, pulling off the thin top blanket and bringing it back over—he tossed it over Cas, who floundered under it briefly before finding his way out again. “There. Dry off. It’s a hotel, they don’t care.”

That was a good point, Cas supposed. Besides, the blanket would dry before they checked out on Friday anyway. So, he just set to drying himself off quickly, until he was left ruffling at his hair. “So, I really wasn’t expecting that. It just started cracking… I could hear it. As soon as the room got hot. Maybe it was the steam that set it off.”

But this put them in an entirely different situation, now. Babysitting a stationary egg was one thing—babysitting a tiny monster was entirely different. Cas glanced at Dean as he let the blanket fall to rest over his shoulders, draped around him like a cape. Dean was staring hard at the bathroom door, a little frown on his face. Cas knew what he was trying to decide—should they be killing the thing or not?

Finally, Cas wandered over to toss the damp blanket back on the second bed and set about pulling clean clothes on—his last set. He would have to take his things down to the laundry room and get them washed. That was the big problem in packing in only a backpack, he could only fit so many clothes.

When Dean eventually turned back around, Cas was tugging a fresh t-shirt over his head, and the older man squinted at it before asking, “what’s The Amazing Devil?”

“Indie band.” Cas replied, “one of my favorites.”

“And you were wearing The Pixies earlier.”

“Yes, Charlie picked that one out for me.”

“With the band shirts now.”

The banter was helping them both calm down after this latest plot twist. Cas dropped down to sit on the edge of their bed and Dean came over to join him. Together they went back to staring at the bathroom door, listening for any sounds from inside the room. There was just the continued sound of quiet crunching, but not much else.

“You know,” Cas said after a while, “eating its own eggshell actually makes total biological sense. A lot of species do it. The shells are full of calcium and all kinds of other nutrients to give the baby… whatever-it-is, a good start in life.”

“Thank you, Animal Planet.” Dean muttered.

Cas allowed it, considering the circumstances. He reached to take Dean’s hand and squeezed gently. “What do you think we should do?”

“I ffffffreaking… I have no idea.” Dean admitted with a sigh.

“I think we should go have a real look at it.” Cas offered, and then, when Dean gave him an incredulous look; “I know, I know! It could be dangerous! It could bite or spit poison or—whatever! But it didn’t seem threatening and… we should figure out as much as we can, right?”

“My God, you sound so much like Sam right now.” The older man’s head dropped forward, and he gave a weak laugh, “okay, just… I am not going in unarmed.”

Luckily, he still had some weapons in his duffle bag from the Hunt he had been on with his dad before Cas had arrived (his dad had carted most of them off in the Impala when he left, though.) Dean lifted his head and leaned to kiss Cas’s cheek, then let go of his hand and went to dig his bag out from under the bed. When his rummaging produced a machete and a buck knife, Cas almost flinched. Dean just handed him the buck knife anyway, and he took it without complaint, but was very sure he wouldn’t be needing it.

Together they approached the bathroom again, Dean leading the way and Cas close behind him. Dean cracked the door open, and they both poked their heads inside cautiously to peer through the steam.

The little creature was a good halfway through munching down the leftover eggshell, and looked up when it realized it was being stared at. It was about the size of a cat, almost reptilian looking with beautiful, cerulean blue skin and scales, a long neck with a small head—a head full of little needle teeth. It also had flippers for limbs and a short, stubby tail that was probably vestigial. It looked right back at them with huge, bright blue eyes that held a startling amount of intelligence.

Dean didn’t move, but Cas eased past him and into the room, crouching down and setting the buck knife on the floor next to him—Dean uttered a harsh “Castiel!” at that—then reached one hand out, palm down and fingers relaxed, the way he had learned to approach Marshmallow when he was in a bad mood.

After another long pause, the tiny thing turned around and kind of hop-shuffled across to him, sniffing the air the entire time, until it was close enough to investigate his hand. It sniffed all over, then nipped lightly just once, clearly testing, before licking the side of his hand, rubbing its cheek over his knuckles, and turning back around, returning to the egg and its meal.

Cas watched it go, then smiled up at Dean. “I’m going to call her Sally.”

“Cas, we do not name the monsters!”

“She’s not a monster, though.” Cas turned his attention back to watching Sally, absolutely fascinated. “I think she’s just… an animal.”

Dean grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back out of the bathroom again, closing the door firmly behind them. Cas went along willingly. He understood. This was something beyond Dean’s experience, and he was a little freaked out. He supposed to a Hunter something “new” was never a good thing.

“Your knife is still in there.” Cas pointed out.

“It’ll survive.” Came Dean’s reply, grumpy. “You really think that thing’s okay?”

“She probably could have hurt me, at least a little, but she didn’t.” The younger man shrugged. “And we have to take care of her until your friend gets here, right? We can’t just leave her in the bathroom and let the shower run for hours. Besides, it’s the bathroom, we’re going to need to use it.”

“Why is it a ‘her’?”

“Because Sally is a girl’s name? Also, she has no external genitalia. Though I guess it’s possible her species just… has no external genitalia, as a rule.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?”

Dean went over to put the machete away again, then flopped backward onto their bed with a huff. Cas followed him over and crawled onto the bed as well, sitting next to him for a few minutes while he calmed down and then stretching out beside him, tucking into Dean’s side and leaning to kiss by his jaw gently. Dean grumbled but wrapped an arm around him anyway.

“It’s staying in there overnight; I don’t want it wandering around while I’m trying to sleep.”

“She. Her.” Cas corrected with a laugh, “but that sounds like a good plan, yes. Can I go turn the shower off now?”

“I guess.”

“Thank you.”

Untangling himself from the other man, Cas climbed back off the bed and went back to the bathroom, opening the door wide and going inside to turn the water off. Sally had pretty much finished off her egg at that point and he was impressed by her ability to cram so much food into her tiny body so quickly. On his way out of the room, he retrieved Dean’s buck knife—and then left the door hanging open in his wake.

Setting the knife on the bedside table, Cas returned to his spot against Dean’s side. Dean just wrapped his arm back around Cas without a word, and Cas’s own hand traced absent circles on Dean’s chest. “You never put a shirt on.” He observed, “when I yelled.”

“Didn’t seem like there was time.”

“But you put your jeans on?”

“Look, you don’t go into a fight blind, and you don’t go into a fight pantsless. I don’t make the rules.”

Cas laughed and reached up to thread his fingers into Dean’s hair, tugging him into a kiss. “You could have a shower now, you know.”

“I’m not that gross. I can handle being post-sex Dean for a while longer.”

“Mmm. Yes, I rather like post-sex Dean, myself.”

Dean’s lips actually quirked into a little smile at that—but then he paused when shuffling sounds came from the bathroom doorway. They both lifted their heads and watched as Sally hesitantly hop-crawled into the main room, looking around with bright, curious eyes. Dean scooted farther up the bed to get his feet off the floor and tugged Cas along with him, Cas rolling his eyes the whole time.

They stayed like that, cuddled up together on the bed, just listening to Sally explore the room for a while. She wasn’t doing anything untoward. Got into Cas’s backpack a little but that was his own fault for not zipping it closed and there was no damage done. Eventually they both sat up to watch her poke around. When she got to the side of the bed they were on she stretched up as far as her little neck would let her, then tried to jump—and fell, landing on her back with a frankly adorable squeak.

Cas leaned over to right her and Dean admitted, grudgingly, “okay, I guess she’s kinda cute.” Then he grabbed the hotel notepad off the bedside table, ripped a page off, crumpled it up, and tossed it across the room. Sally scrambled after it like a puppy after a ball and Dean actually grinned. “Did I say ‘kinda’ cute? ‘Cause…”

Cas settled back in the bed again, personally satisfied that they weren’t about to be eaten in their sleep, but having no doubt that Dean would insist on locking Sally in the bathroom overnight anyway, just in case.

-- --

They got to sleep late that night after letting Sally wander the hotel room for a couple hours and then corralling her back into the bathroom before spending some time just cuddled up together, talking about the logistics of keeping what was obviously a sea monster in their hotel room. There was a lot to discuss, but hopefully Bobby would be able to help them out with things when he arrived the next day. They finally went to sleep around one in the morning, curled around each other like always.

The next morning, they were woken up early to thrashing and splashing coming from the bathroom, just a general ruckus, and Cas stumbled over to check on Sally and make sure things were alright. As soon as the door was open, she bolted—as much as she could bolt—out into the main room and began searching for the paper ball again. Dean grumbled but it was good-natured grumbling, at least.

Once Dean managed to haul himself out of bed, the two of them left Sally on her paper ball hunt and took a shower, and then, when they were done, refilled the tub halfway for their new friend and left it like that.

Breakfast was shitty hotel coffee and the stale leftover cronuts from the day before, after which they set about the task of wrangling Sally for the next few hours, trying to keep her out of too much trouble until Bobby arrived around one o’clock. He must have been driving like a bat out of hell to get there so fast.

When the knock came at the door, they both looked up quickly, and Cas went over to check the peephole—which was pointless, really, since he didn’t know what Bobby looked like. He glanced back at Dean. “Older man, scruffy beard, baseball cap?” He asked.

Dean nodded. He was currently trying to redirect Sally away from his duffle bag. The bag was securely zipped closed, but she seemed determined to get into it. Cas just left him to it and unlocked the door, pulling it open. “Hello.”

“Hi.” The man said, then looked past him at Dean. “Dean?”

Dean waved for the man to come in and Cas stepped aside, then closed the door behind him, locking it securely. He swallowed slightly. With his track record with Dean’s dad, he wasn’t sure what to expect from Bobby, but still finally cleared his throat to offer an introduction at the very least: “I’m—”

“Oh, I know who you are, Castiel Novak. John had me run the entire gambit of background checks on you years ago.” Bobby informed him with a snort, making Dean swear under his breath from across the room. “I’ve heard a lot about you over the last few years.”

Cas gave him a somewhat surveying look. “Good or bad?”

“Depends on who you ask,” Bobby answered truthfully. “if you ask John, well…” Cas and Dean both winced. He didn’t need to continue that sentence. “But Dean, on the other hand, he won’t stop singin’ your praises.” Finally, the older man cracked a lopsided smile and held out one hand. “Bobby Singer. Nice to finally meet you, son, after everything I’ve heard about you.”

Cas let out a little, relieved breath and shook his hand firmly. “Nice to meet you, too.”

When Bobby let go of his hand again, he asked, “so I hear you’ve got an egg problem.”

“Actually,” Dean grunted, and finally just picked Sally up to get her away from the duffle bag, turning around with her in his hands. When Bobby just stared at him, Dean grimaced, “yeah I thought you might say that.”

-- --

“The Loch Ness Monster, Ogopogo, Champ, Morag… none of them exist, Dean, sea monsters, lake monsters, they aren’t real.” Bobby sounded incredulous. “They’re like Bigfoot, they’re myths.”

Dean’s eyebrows went up and he pointed at Sally, who was once again chasing her paper ball around the room. Cas watched her for a minute before looking back at Bobby. “Her name is Sally.”

Bobby gave Dean a look. “Her name is Sally.” He repeated sarcastically. Then he heaved a sigh and palmed over his face, “okay, so let me get this straight. You two idjits found this egg down at the beach, took one look at it, and decided to bring it home with you?”

A little half-shrug and Dean offered weakly, “it seemed like the thing to do at the time?”

“We reasoned that it was safer than leaving it out for someone in the public to find it. It was just right there in the sand under the pier.” Cas said.

“What were you doing under the pier?”

“Sheltering from a storm.” Cas responded, even as Dean simply replied, “screwing.”

There was a long silence, and it was obvious that Bobby was trying to decide whether or not to ask about that—but eventually he shook his head. “Where, exactly, did you find it?” Bobby asked, instead.

“Coney Island.” Dean told him flatly. “And that place is packed. We didn’t know what was in the egg, but it seemed that if it hatched it could be trouble. Better to have it with a Hunter, right?”

Bobby sighed. “I suppose so…”

“But then last night after I’d already called you it just… hatched. Ta-daa, baby sea monster!” Dean rubbed at his hair awkwardly, “she seems friendly enough. She’s kind of cute. But we don’t know how to take care of her, or how big she’ll get, or anything like that…”

For the most part Cas was keeping to himself, letting Dean have this conversation with his mentor. They didn’t need his two cents, really, Dean knew everything he did. But after a few more minutes of talking things out, Bobby’s attention shifted to Cas. He looked at Cas, surveying, searching, before looking back at Dean again.

“Hey Dean, why don’t you go out and get Sally some food? Let me and Cas here get better acquainted.” Bobby suggested, making Cas freeze and blanch slightly.

Dean, however, just smiled easily and stood, reaching to give Cas’s shoulder a squeeze and flashing a reassuring smile. He leaned down to drop a kiss against Cas’s temple before straightening—then stopping. “Wait, how am I supposed to know what this thing eats?”

“It’s obviously an aquatic predator, dumbass, try seafood.” Bobby snorted—and Dean nodded his head, grabbing his wallet off the counter and heading for the door. Once he was gone, Bobby turned his attention to Cas, giving him an obvious once-over before asking flatly, “state your intentions.”

Cas balked slightly. “I’m sorry, what?”

Bobby fixed him with a look. “I ain’t Dean’s father.” He stated, “but I damn near raised him anyway. I ain’t John, and I ain’t gonna treat you like John does. But I need to know your intentions with Dean before I leave New York. And they’d better be good or by God you’re going to wish I was John Winchester.” Then a pause and he asked seriously, “you met in high school, right?”

“I—" Cas shifted in his seat slightly, swallowing, and nodded. “Yes, sir. In final year. We both transferred into Caspar High at around the same time. I…” He trailed off for a long moment before breaking eye contact and glancing down, “we became friends, and then started dating, even though Dean’s Dad forbade it. We got really close… we are really close. I’m closer to Dean than I am with anyone else in my life, even my own Father.”

“Mmhm,” Bobby nodded to himself, then waved a hand vaguely, “and he told you all about Hunting, the life?”

“Yes. He was walking me home from school one day and a vampire attacked us… me. He saved me. And… well, I mean, we both came out okay, but I guess he figured he had some explaining to do, so he told me everything the next day.”

“You’ve been together ever since?”

“Not… geographically. But in all the ways that really count.” Cas looked back up, smiling a little. “I… I love Dean, Mr. Singer, more than anything. More than anyone. He’s the most important part of my life. And I know—I know things are tough for him, with the Hunting and everything, so I just try to be there for him when and where I can. I just try to show him how much he’s loved, every single day.”

“Jesus, kid, you’ve got it bad.”

“Yes, I do. But it’s not a passing infatuation, I promise you that.” Cas’s smile faded out just a little and his eyes flickered down again. When he spoke once more his voice was soft: “I know it’s not possible, not with his life, but I would marry him in a second if I could. Or, forget marriage, I would leave behind my whole life to go on the road with him, even. But… he wouldn’t want me to be in that much danger. And he would be in more danger with me around. So, I never ask or offer. I just keep meeting up with him every couple of months like this for us to eke out time together.”

Bobby eyed him for another minute before shaking his head. “The way John rants about you, you’d think you were the Goddamned antichrist, but here you’re just genuinely in love with his son.”

“I am, yes. I would give my life for his, if the situation called for it.” Cas hesitated before adding softly, “and I think he feels the same way about me.”

Bobby studied him quietly, then, “and you’re okay with the whole arrangement, the way it is now?”

“It’s not ideal, but it’s the best we can do. The best I can do.” Cas smiled gently. “It would be worse not to have him in my life at all.”

“You’ve gotta understand where John’s comin’ from, though…”

“Oh, I absolutely understand. I’m the wrench in the works. Dean’s Dad has spent Dean’s entire life, practically, teaching him and training him, making sure he’s strong and safe and competent as a Hunter. I’m a threat to that.” A small quirk of his lips and Cas shrugged with one shoulder, “I would never purposefully do anything to hurt Dean, but when he’s with me he shows… softness. Weakness. He lets his guard down. And I get it, why his Dad is so against our relationship, he doesn’t want Dean to get hurt. But I also know… Dean won’t let me go. Not without fighting tooth and nail. And I’m holding on just as tightly. We have been for years now. We will for years to come, hopefully… so…”

“So, you stay apart as much as possible and meet up in shitty hotels when you can.” Bobby finished for him. After a pause he offered a smile, “I can’t say I’m not a little worried—for both of you—but it is good to see Dean so happy, and if you’re the cause of that then I can’t exactly hate you for it.” Then the smile faded, though, and Bobby fixed Cas with a serious look; “but if you ever hurt him, kid, so help me God, you’ll have to deal with me, and like I said, you’ll wish I was John.”

Cas swallowed slightly and nodded. He didn’t doubt Bobby’s threat for a second. “I love him with everything I have, Mr. Singer, and do everything I can to help keep him safe and happy. I swear I’ll never do anything to hurt him.”

“Hence the critter currently running around here?” Bobby tipped his head toward Sally, who was had caught up to her crumpled paper ball and was currently chewing it into mulch. He raised one eyebrow.

“That—uh—yeah. Was a joint decision.” Cas gave him an apologetic look, “we just didn’t think it was safe to leave the egg out there on the beach with all kinds of tourists walking around. It was Dean’s idea, too.”

“Of course it was.” The older man took his hat off to rub at his head and then put it back on again. “I need a big cooler.”

“Cooler?” Cas blinked at the seemingly random declaration.

“Yeah, to smuggle Nessie here out in.” Bobby clarified, “we can’t exactly walk her out on a leash.”

He had a point. Cas watched Sally gnaw on what was left of her paper ball for a moment before standing up, going over to take the mangled paper away and throw it out, then picked her up, and took her through to the bathroom. He set her in the half-full bathtub, then left her there to play and returned to his seat opposite Bobby.

The two of them talked about various things (but mostly his relationship with Dean) for a while longer before Dean finally returned. He was toting two bags—one from a little supermarket nearby and one from a burrito joint he had stumbled upon on the way home. He dropped both on the kitchenette counter and then crossed the room to give Cas a quick kiss. “I brought food for us, too, since we haven’t had lunch yet.”

Cas hummed a happy noise—“thanks”—even as Bobby gave a little, hidden smile at the sight. Then Dean returned to the bags and fished out a couple of burritos, tossing one toward Bobby and one to Cas. He pulled the third one out for himself but set it aside for the moment, instead turning his attention to the contents of the other bag, “okay, so the grocery store had a whole section of fresh seafood, and I had no idea what to get, so I grabbed shrimp, sardines and uh… those little squareish blobs, you know… scallops! I got scallops. And I guess we’ll see if anything flies.”

“Squareish blobs.” Cas repeated with a fond look.

“Shut up.” Dean told him distractedly.

Cas laughed and started unwrapping his burrito to take the first bite, watching curiously as Dean got out the little bags of seafood and then headed through to the bathroom where Sally started sniffing the air and perked up immediately. She had long since finished off her eggshell.

In the end it turned out she would eat anything, basically, and gobbled down all of the shrimp, most of the scallops and about half of the sardines before finally seeming to have her fill. Cas was once again impressed by the amount of food she could cram into her comparatively small stomach at once. Then again, she was probably already growing like a bad weed.

When Dean existed the bathroom, he tossed the remaining scallops and sardines into the mini fridge to keep them from spoiling, then grabbed his own burrito and sat down with Cas and Bobby to eat. The three of them were quiet for a while, but eventually Bobby spoke up again with, “so I figure there are a few big enough lakes in my neck of the woods, I can probably plant her in one of those and she’ll do fine. Lake Oahe, maybe.”

“How do we know she’s not meant to be in the ocean?” Cas asked around a bite of burrito, “we found her egg there, after all.”

“Yeah, but she seems to thrive in fresh water, right?” Dean shrugged, “maybe the egg just travelled through the ocean to kind of… drop it on a distant shore?”

“To better disperse the species over large distances.” Cas said, sounding surprised, “that might explain the spongey covering on the egg—to protect it from the salt water!”

Another shrug. “If you say so.”

Bobby gave them both a surveying look, “are you boys sure we’re doing the right thing, here? Sally could get big, and we don’t know what her temperament will be when she grows up. Might be better to take care of her while she’s little like this.”

Cas was halfway to a bite of burrito and paused, glancing toward the bathroom, where Sally was currently clambering her way out of the bathtub again to waddle into the main room, looking for attention. “I think… it’s a chance we should take. Not everything is a monster, you know? I think she’s just an animal. She deserves a chance to live. And she’ll do okay, as long as we don’t domesticate her too much in the meantime.”

Bobby chuckled and nodded his head toward Cas. “Your boyfriend reminds me of Sam a bit.” He told Dean.

“Ugh, don’t even say that.” Dean complained.

“Alright.” Bobby set the last of his lunch aside and patted his hands against his knees before standing. “I guess I’m going out to get me a cooler.”

And Dean just made a muffled confused noise. “Cooler?”

Cas laughed and shook his head, because he’d had the exact same reaction.

-- --

In the end Bobby came back with the biggest cooler he could find, as well as a smaller one as well—the smaller one was for fish and whatnot for Sally along the way. And also, probably, for drinks for Bobby, no one had any illusions over that one. Strictly soda, though, since he would be driving, and Bobby was staunchly against drinking and driving.

After another hour or so of lighter conversation—Dean hadn’t actually talked with Bobby in forever—they loaded Sally into the bigger cooler, along with a couple inches of water, sealed it up, and Bobby and Dean hauled it out of the hotel and down the block to Bobby’s car with Cas tagging along, carrying the smaller cooler filled with ice and what remained of Sally’s lunch. Bobby would have to buy more fish later.

They said their goodbyes to Sally in the parking lot, and Cas gave her a fond little scratch on the head before sealing the cooler again and sliding it into the back seat of the car. Bobby and Dean exchanged a small glance, but both of them were smiling the entire time.

When it came time to saying goodbye to Bobby, they both said massive ‘thank you’s and promised that they owed him one. Bobby and Dean hugged, and when Cas held out his hand Bobby took it—but then pulled him into a hug as well, making him squawk out a surprised noise. He did hug back, though, once he got over the initial shock of the whole thing.

“Well boys,” Bobby said as he was climbing into his car, pulling the door shut and looking out the rolled-down window at them, “I wish you both the best of luck.” And then he caught Cas’s eye and added, “sincerely”, before finishing with, “I’ll call you once I’ve got her dropped off at Oahe. She should be happy there. You know how to get a hold of me if you ever need anything. That means you, too, Cas.”

Cas smiled widely. “Thank you, Mr. Singer.”

But Bobby just waved a hand, “don’t mention it. But no more eggs, ya idjits!”

“We’ll do our best, Bobby!” Dean called, even as Bobby was pulling out and driving away.

Cas watched the car until it was out of sight, then sighed deeply and reached to take Dean’s hand. “So, this’ll be an entry for your journal.”

Dean laughed as they headed back to the hotel to figure out what they wanted to do for the rest of the week, “I definitely won’t be showing it to Dad, that’s for sure!”

THE END

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #destiel #destiel fanfiction #spn #spn fanfiction #spn fic #shut up sena #sena writes #cerulean blue by senashenta

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Chapter 1: Time

Tides

The school bell rings. Teens and kids ran outside and started to run home. Sky was burning red color. It was Lexus's favorite time. When everything calmed down outside, he left the school. As he reached the school gates everyone had already left. Except for a group of 3 people that bombed into him. He apologized and just continued to go. It was lonely. He was just looking at the ground, but then decided to check his phone. Nothing much interesting was there. He also checked his blog, they finally started to get more followers, but it wasn't so interesting as well. He turned on the corner and was about to continue walking, but noticed two shadows blocking the way. Perfectly knowing what was about to happen, he hid his phone and looked up.

Two guys were waiting for him. He wanted to start backing up, but it didn't work. They looked at each other and started to laugh.

– Hey, Lexus. What's in your bag? – one of them started to get closer to him. He couldn't really say anything to them. They were just school bullies. He knew that perfectly. So, he just needed to ignore them. The other one just grabbed the bag without saying anything

– Please. Stop… – he quietly asked, still trying to get away. The guys just laughed at him.

– Why? I will just check it. Some kinda freak like him would be carrying something dangerous in there! – Lexus wanted to say something against it. But he felt a hard hit to the cheek reverberate with pain.

It was already evening. The moon and stars had already shown up and were lighting up the night sky. Lexus walked in his room. He threw his now beaten and torn bag in some place on his bed. He didn't look the best - bloody stains and little wounds decorated his face. With a big sigh he sat at his table. He was not in the mood for playing or watching anything. He just opened a site with supernatural stuff and started to scroll through it. He was falling asleep, but tried staying awake. After 5 minutes he actually fell asleep. And suddenly out of the keyboard started leaking some kinda ribbon of bright green light. It wrapped around his wrists and fingers and squeezed.

Lexus opened his eyes. He looked around - everything was pure white. No shadows around, no walls or ceiling, just the whole place one color. But it wasn't the eye burning kind. It was nice and kinda calming. But no sounds or noises were heard. It was weird. Lexus had nothing much to do, so just start walking. There was nothing on his way. But then suddenly, he saw a figure of a person far away. They were pretty tall, but they didn't look so grown up. The person looked at him and ran towards him. Lexus already understood who that person was

– LEXUUUUS!!! HEEERE! HII! – person yelled. Lexus smiled a little bit. He was calmly going towards his friend. When they finally were really close to each other he could see his friend very well. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Cheerful smile.

– Hey Alden. – he waved at him. Alden hugged him and started to smile really wide.

– How are you doing, man?! This dream is awesome! And it's so cool that I'm dreaming about you and not some kinda monsters!! – he laughed. Lexus got a little bit surprised.

– I thought, I was dreaming about you. – he shrugged. Alden opened his mouth from surprise and made a really funny face – What? – Lexus wondered with a smile.

– Dude! What if it's one of those “mutual dreams”?! – he laid out his theory. Lexus didn't answer, but he didn't need to. – let's after we will wake up ask each other that?! Deal?? – they shake hands.

– So, how is everything going? – Alden calmed down and fixedly looked at him, at his wounds to be exact. Lexus felt a bit of pressure and squeezed his other arm. It's his bad habit. Alden of course noticed it. And softly smiled.

– Oh! Right! Remember Kojiku? From the 3rd grade? So she said that I look cool today! I bet she has a crush on me! – he laughed. But, it did help Lexus, he smiled. He knew that Kojiku doesn't have a crush on Alden. He says since that every 3rd grade and everyone knew that Alden never had a girlfriend before, even though he is a really popular kid. Of course, Lexus didn't even want to think about who could fall for him. No one except for Alden even talks to him. At least not in the “good” way. Embarrassing silence appeared. Or they both were just talking mentally. Never know. But after a little bit Alden just grabbed Lexus’s hand.

– Let's just walk? – he smiled and they both started to walk around the place. There was nothing so interesting there. But they were just enjoying each other. It’s unknown how much time they hung out in there, periodically interrupting the silence with small talks and tiny conversations. Full silence was really nice for Lexus’s ears, the soft white color was calming him down, but best friend was making this dream to be one of only best things for today. The only weird thing was that his and Alden’s hands were green. And not just the skin. It seemed like it was wrapped in something. It was glowing, but not really bright, plus it wasn't ruining the mood of this charming place, so he didn't pay much attention to it. Alden stopped for a second and softly touched one of Lexus's wounds on his face. He was touching it so carefully, so just not to hurt him. But then hugged him and carefully kissed his forehead.

– At least, you don't have any temperature – he said. Lexus nodded and smiled a bit.

– Lexus. Look at my hands! – he showed him that green glowing on hands.

– Yea. I get it. I have it too. – Lexus showed him his. Alden was staring at it amazed.

– Oh. You have more of it, it's even on your neck. – he said and suddenly Lexus’s neck started to burn. It was really painful. The last thing he remembered before knockout was how Alden ran to him to catch, while he was falling.

As his eyes opened, it saw burning daylight. Casting a curious gaze around, a peculiar feeling crept in – things were off. Slowly, the realization that this wasn't his familiar bed. Anxiously, he scanned the surroundings, slowly understanding that he found himself in an entirely different place. It turned out to be an aged, wooden house, with holes in the walls and roof. He started to panic. He looked at the floor. Alden was lying there. He was halfway awake. He slowly rubbed his eyes and looked at Lexus.

– Oh… Aaah.. Good morning, man. – he said, yawning. Then he blinked a few times. And then his eyes went wide open

– Ah! What the f!...

– Sh.. – Lexus put his finger on his lips. Alden shut his mouth. “They were kidnapped" - that was the first idea that Lexus got. He carefully got up, but Alden did it faster than him. They started to look around the house. Found out that they were alone here. This house had only two rooms.

– so… There is no kidnapper here… – he sighed. He was actually really happy about it, but still was scared.

– You think we were kidnapped? – Alden asked, but he already realized that. Lexus shrugged, because he wasn't sure.

– it's the most logical reason… We both got here somehow… – he answered. They sat on the floor. Even though no one was here, somehow they appeared here. Together.

– I'm gonna check outside. – Alden quickly got up and slowly opened the old front door. Lexus carefully followed him. As they opened the door they saw a big wonderful forest and a few other wooden cracked houses. They were really old as well. The whole strange place was fully abandoned a long time ago for sure. It was really quiet and even the forest birds didn't sing. It was so odd. They both were still sleepy and they couldn't really understand the whole weird situation that was going on right now. They just slowly got back to the house and uncomprehendingly sat down on a something-like old sofa.

– And.. What now?.. – Alden slowly asked, kinda warmly hugging Lexus. Lexus timidly rubbed his arm and squeezed it a little bit. He breathed out calmly and tried to think, it took him some time.

– Well… We need to look for food. There is a kitchen here and maybe in the other houses there might be some food. – the both got up quickly and rushed to look for some food around the wooden house. After some amount of time, exactly about 20-30 minutes, they got back to the old sofa.

– Nothing… – they both sighed out. For Alden that suddenly appeared really funny and he started to laugh so much. Lexus just smiled, but too poorly to call it a smile. He needed to think more, he needed time for it. Then when he realized what the next plan was, he was waiting for Alden to calm down from laughing. When that finally happened he sighed with that little smile:

– Are you done? – Alden only nodded. – So. Now. We have to get to the closest town or city. It's only dawn right now, so we need to get there by evening… We will have to go straight to the direction of sunset. Well, to be more exact, where it will be… – he slowly continued. Alden nodded quickly, like he perfectly understood everything, but of course, he did not.

– We need to find some tools… – this Alden understood and went around to find stuff. After they did get something, not so useful, but not so useless, and, they left the house. They hurry up to the forest. It was really green, really unusual for them. They were going west. At least they thought so. They were still going. The plan was to leave the forest by going only one direction. The leaves and the tops of the trees were kinda hiding the sun, so they couldn't really orientate there. It's been an hour. Two. Four. It was already getting darker, and they still didn't leave the forest. Both of them were tired. Even though Alden visits the gym almost every day, he got tired. And Lexus doesn't leave his house for very long and he doesn't have much of a strong body, so he was the first one to get tired. They were doing a lot of stops. But not for long. After 5 or 10 minutes they would continue going fast.

Sun already hid behind the horizon line. All the stars showed up. It was for sure past 10 pm, when they started a bit after dawn, around 7 am. Lexus was about to tell Alden to stop and use some tools they have to build something like a hut, as he saw a light coming through the trees and heard some sounds playing. They looked at each other and ran towards it. The green trees started to thin out more and more with every step and after 3 minutes of fast running they exited the giant forest and got to a village. Some music was playing and the villagers were dancing and celebrating something. They saw it without even coming close. But something was odd. Again. The same really old wooden houses. Poor looking people. And the music. Everything looked like it was from a movie. A fantasy movie. Everything was looking like a few centuries back. Alden grabbed Lexus's hand and they started to walk towards the village. But they couldn't make more than a few steps, because right after a tall, strongly built man blocked their way. He moved a sword up and threateningly took a step forward. They froze in fear.

– Who are you?! – the man asked loudly. They were really scared. They slowly moved their hands up. Really? A sword? Maybe it's a village, but a sword? Lexus was too scared to even breathe. But Alden opened his mouth.

– I’m sorry! We were kidnapped! We made it here all the way from over there! – he pointed the way. Lexus looked up. The north star. He was so wrong. They were this whole time going to the north, and not the west.

– How should I believe you? You are probably spies! – he moved his sword down and started to speak more quietly. Alden sighed out and Lexus was trying to calm himself down as well.

– We are sorry. We don't have anything with us. Except this. – he showed him an old stick and sort of a shovel that they called “tools”. The man looked at it assessingly. After that put his sword in the sheath.

– You don't really look like spies… You are saying, kids, that you were kidnapped? – he slowly asked with more worry. They both nodded. They were really exhausted. The man came closer to them and tried to examine them. It was dark, so he couldn't really do it.

– Hey, let's go, just follow me, but quiet! – he quickly waved his hand as if calling them. They looked at each other once again and started to carefully follow him and they actually had no choice, or he could probably kill them. Music was playing pretty loud and people were dancing, so they went without being noticed at all. The man led them to a house. It looked pretty big, but not really. He opened the door and entered it. Because inside the light was better, they finally saw his full appearance - as they saw before he was tall and strong build, he had brown, neck-length hair and surprisingly kind eyes. He looked mid 40s. He took his sword off and some armor he had on. And smiled at Lexus and Alden.

– So. My wife made dinner, are you two hungry? – they both nodded. The man nodded back and gave them 2 blankets to warm up. They came to the dinner room and they all sat at the table.

– So. My name is Otoko! – The man smiled and started to wait for their names.

– My name is Alden and he’s Lexus! Nice to meet you! – Alden cheerfully answered. Otoko got up from the table and yelled at the kitchen – Dear! My love! Can you please bring me and my two guests the precious soup you made! – some disgruntled woman’s voice came from the kitchen and then a pretty, curvy, but angry looking woman in the room. She put 3 bowls of soup on the table. She annoyed looked at Otoko

– If those will be spies again!... I don't know what I'm gonna do with you! – Otoko softly smiled and nodded – Thank you, my love! – she annoyed rolled her eyes and left the room. Otoko turned back to the boys and moved the bowls with the food to them.

– So. Tell me what happened? – he asked, worried. Alden wanted to answer, but Lexus timidly opened his mouth, so Alden immediately shut up.

– Well… I went home and just fell asleep… And then just woke up in a house in that forest… – he looked at Alden as saying that he should say his part of the story. Alden coughed a bit.

– Oh. Same thing. I came home, played some games and just fell asleep on my bed. Nothing unusual – he said. Otoko started to think about it.

– And so you just woke up in that house and that's it? Nothing suspicious? – he asked again. He didn't mean to be rude or anything, he was just trying to get more information. Lexus got quiet for a second

– Well… – he finished and Alden started to talk. He was talking in a surprised tone, more like he just realized something or remembered about something – Wait! Something odd did happen! – he turned to Lexus and looked seriously in his eyes. – Do you remember the dream? – Lexus nodded. Of course he did remember.

– There was everything white and me and you were talking and walking, right? – Alden was making sure they talked about the same thing and Lexus nodded a few more times. – And there was a green glowing thing on our hands. Right?! – Lexus nodded one more time. Otoko was surprised to watch this whole thing.. He didn't really understand what it was, but on the words “green glowing thing”, he thought about something.

– Hey. So you two had the same dream, and there was something green? – he re-asked them. They both fastly nodded. – how did it look exactly? Like your hands were just green?

– Not really… It was something like a ribbon and it was wrapping our hands. – Lexus tried to explain it and kind of show it by hands, but it didn't really work. Otoko was listening really carefully. He nodded to let them know that he understood them and thought about it.

– Hm, let me think… Oh! Eat up! You are probably hungry! – he smiled and Alden started to eat really fast, not chewing food much. Lexus put his spoon in the bowl and started to slowly stir the soup.

– Green… Glowing… Dream… Oh wait… Maybe… Oh god, maybe that's magic… – he said it, Alden laughed at the joke. Otoko looked at him a bit surprised and confused, because he wasn't joking.

– Oh, right, you guys like 16 right? – Alden nodded. – oh, then you might not know about magic. So… You know how war is going on right now? So… – he was about to continue, because it was more of a fact than a question.

– Huh?! What?! – Alden exclaimed. Otoko looked surprised at him. Lexus was shocked by Otoko’s words. – War? What war?! Nothing like that was going on!

– Hey. Kids, what are you so surprised about?! – he asked them. They looked at each other.

– Well… There is no war supposed to go on right… – Lexus finally said. He thought a little bit about this whole situation. – Right now we are in Yuiitsukuni, right? – he asked carefully. He thought if they were actually kidnapped, they might be in a different country. So he had to ask about it.

– What? No, we are in Ichikuni! – Otoko answered. Alden got even more confused, but Lexus - scared. “Ichikuni”? But it didn't exist. The country doesn't exist anymore. He lost his ability to talk. He tried to say something, but it didn't work. He got quiet to put everything together and ask the right and only question.

– What… Year is it?... – he asked while breathing out. Alden looked at him shocked and kind of scared. Otoko looked at him confused.

– It’s 1250?... – he slowly answered, being a bit worried about the question. Alden started to cough. Lexus looked at him with empty eyes.

– Well… And we were in 2015… – he slowly said. Now Otoko looked at him in shock. Dead silence reigned and only in the kitchen could you hear the noise that Otoko’s wife made.

– Godness… What the hell?.. – Alden said, interrupting the silence. Otoko got up quickly. Lexus looked at him confused and curious, he still didn't really get the problem. Otoko left the room and in a few minutes he came with another man. The man looked pretty young, he wasn't really tall and his hair was light brown. He sat down at the table.

– Um. Hello. So you are two guys, “from future” – Lexus and Alden, both, unconfidently nodded. The man nodded back.

– So… You probably heard about magic? Right? – his voice was pretty soft and warm.

– Well, we have heard about it, but in our time… It's like… fiction!.. – Alden answered, but on the part with “our time”, he wasn't so comfortable. The man nodded and was about to say something, but Otoko started to talk first

– This is my friend Hiroshi. He knows a lot about magic and I'm sure that's the reason why you are here. – Otoko said, pointing at the man. He laughed a bit.

– Thank you, Otoko, but yea.. So.. You said something about the “green glowing thing”? Please tell me about it exactly. – he asked. Alden rubbed his neck and was about to repeat Lexus’s explanation, but Lexus started to talk first

– Well… It was lime green, but soft… And like… Glowing. – he timidly answered. Hiroshi thought about it for a second.

– Oh, I think… The bright blue is time magic and yellow is movement or traveling… So soft lime green would make… Time traveling. – he softly said and smiled. Alden and Lexus just looked at each other once again. They kinda already calmed down, but just to think about it was painful. It was hard to believe, but with everything Lexus saw he would say that it's true. The music, the look and the whole vibe of this place seemed oldish.

– So you probably don’t really know what is going on right now. – Alden continued to eat and with Otoko quietly listened to Lexus’s and Hiroshi’s conversation. – So. Right now there is a war between Ichikuni and Nikuni. If you have history classes you might know about it. – Hiroshi said. Lexus nodded because he actually did know about that war. It was exactly from 1237 to 1250. So they got to the end of it. He wasn't going to tell them that, if it actually past he is going to ruin it? Or not? He wasn't sure. He didn't know what to do at all. Then he remembered what he forgot to ask

– So… Um… Magic… – Lexus started timidly. Hiroshi laughed a bit.

– For you it might sound really funny. So yea, we actually do have it and people who use it are mages. Before war everyone knew about them, but this generation doesn't really. Well, we have only one mage village and because they were scared that magic will be used in the war, they hid. They moved the whole village and put a barrier around it, so now no one except the mages know where is it. – Hiroshi shook his head and looked at Lexus worried – well… They said when the war is over they will be back. But… As i see… – he sighed. Lexus felt a bit bad, but there was nothing he could really do. He sympathetically nodded.

– Anyways. So mages are the reason why you are here. – Hiroshi said.

– Uh! I heard everything i needed to hear! That's it! I'm!.. – Otoko was about to say something, but there was a loud knock on the door. He surprised looked at the direction of the door, then apologised and went to open it. They couldn't see him, because the door was in a hallway, but they could hear him very well.

– Oh, hey guys. You need something? – they heard Otoko's voice. And right after they heard other two men voices

– Hey. Otoko. People say that you brought someone over again. And everyone’s worried that you brought spies again. – they both said. After that they heard Otoko's awkward laugh. – No joke. Otoko. – they could hear that silence.

– I know, I know. I’ll be careful. – he said with a sad smile. The door shutted and he came back. Alden and Hiroshi were eating, Lexus was just moving a spoon along the bowl and was listening to everything that just happened. Otoko sat back down with a little sigh.

– Um, Otoko, were you saying something, my dear – Hiroshi reminded him.

– Oh right! Um, so! I'm going to lead you to the mage village! – he hit the table with his fist. Alden and Lexus looked at him surprised, but Hiroshi even more.

– You sure?! And what about your wife and kids? – he looked really worried. Otoko just laughed – Don't worry! They are strong people! And these kids need help! I can't sit here without an adventure! – he smiled and then put his hand on Hiroshi’s head.

– Hey… Don't you… – he was saying something, but Otoko started to mess up his hair by rubbing them a lot. He looked like he was having a fun time. Alden laughed because of that and got up to join him.

– Ah! Traitor! I'm eating, you guys! – he started to laugh as well. Lexus was looking at this, kinda enjoying the sight. Everything seemed so nice. And he felt much better here than at home. But it didn't change, that he needed to come back. To his mom. But something was still odd. The place seemed so well known, but also something sad was about it. He shook his head to get those thoughts away. Alden and Otoko stopped bothering Hiroshi with his hair and started to just talk about everything. Alden told them everything that happened in the forest, Hiroshi was asking about the future, but only about everyday stuff. Otoko was keeping up the conversation and asking about people and how they will act in the future. After they finished eating Otoko got up.

– Ok-ok! Haha, it's late already, you two go take a bath! – he showed them where the bathroom is. Lexus and Alden got into it and started to relax in hot water.

– Ah… It was so fun! – Alden said, closing his eyes and laying down in the bath. Lexus nodded and started to get comfortable near him. Alden hugged him.

– Don't worry, we’re gonna be home soon. Heh, we gotta write about this in our blog, ok? – he asked. Lexus nodded once more.

– It still feels like a dream… – he slowly said. This time Alden nodded. After half an hour they were shown to their bedroom, which was a guest room, and Otoko gave them some of his pajamas. They were too big for both of them. They laid down on the bed and fell asleep cuddling.

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