#like sorry honey bee but you have to apologise for some shit too

[rotten7rat]

Jason is like my cat Dimitri, because he beats up all his siblings and then broods around the house like "woe is me I have no friends". Like sorry baby but you did this to yourself. Get better soon asshole

[ichorizaki]

002. sun&moon

genre    fluff

pairing     matsukawa issei x gn!reader

warnings     none

word count     3.5k

synopsis     when he received the letter, he didn’t know how to even find you. there was no trace of you yet you lived in his mind ever since that night, until fate chances upon him with a cheeky wink.

With this hand, I will lift your sorrows.

When he saw how comfortably you dressed, as he had instructed you to, Issei couldn’t help but find you a little too adorable in the same shirt that you wore on the night when you first met. It had been a week since he had asked you out on a date. Because of schedules, you couldn’t quite agree on a date that would be perfect for the both of you. He made it up to you with walking you to and from classes, facetiming you whenever you were not in class and just learning with each other even if what was being taught were completely different. He didn’t care if you both had to push back the date for days—spending time with you, carving time out of your busy schedules were more than enough for him.

He had a morning lecture and a noon tutorial that lasted about two hours, and then he was done for the day. You, on the other hand, usually had a morning lecture and about three hours to spare before having a four-hour seminar in the afternoon that dragged on to the evening. Usually. Your excited voice was the first thing he heard in the morning through a voice message, a lazy smile growing on his face as he lay in bed, which then turned into a smile of excitement once he registered your words: your professor didn’t feel like turning up and classes were cancelled for the afternoon.

There you stood before him, hair messy but your skin glowing from a good rest. He figured you were asleep while he was in class and all the way through till an hour ago from your lack of texts. While you were clad in a pair of sweatpants and the white shirt with a faded stain from the night you met, he was dressed in a maroon henley and ripped jeans.

“Is it just me or are you dressed less comfortably than I am?” You cocked an eyebrow upward, walking towards his figure that leaned against the side of his car, phone in hand with his keyring looped through his thick pinky finger. The corner of his lips tugged upwards into a lazy smile, his head tilting to the side in amusement. “Did I miss a memo or something?”

Issei stuffs his phone into his pocket and gently kicks himself off of his car to meet you halfway. He wrapped his arms around your smaller figure as did yours around his before you cutely buried your face in his chest to inhale his scent. Your shampoo smelled like coconuts and mixed berries and he couldn’t help but smile at that.

“I just wanted you to be comfortable for our date, angel.” You looked up at him through your lashes, chin resting on his chest and his heart fluttered at how close you both were. Neither of you went beyond hugging and knuckles brushing against each other’s shyly. He winked at you and the telltale sign of a blush began creeping across your cheeks.

“Where are we headed to?”

“Anywhere you’d like to.” You let go of him, looking at him curiously. He simply shrugged before guiding you to his car. He had no time to send it in for a wash for such an impromptu date, but the interior was cleaned up and washed with the scent of his cologne to make it appear cleaner. “We knew the deepest parts of each other that night, but I wanna know the simple stuff about you. Like what’s your birthday, what’s your favourite food, what kinda stuff you look for in a potential boyfriend, and whatnot.” He opened the door for you and your lower lip was caught between your teeth in a toothy grin full of adoration.

“Right, like those and whatnot,” you echoed. He helped you into the passenger seat, making sure you were neatly tucked inside before closing the door firmly. All that he had managed to learn about taking someone out on a date were from the Korean romantic comedies that his sister made him watch with her. He just hoped that it sufficed because it was mainly clichéd tropes.

You did make him nervous. He had to mentally reprimand himself to get a grip and keep his cool when he rounded the car before getting into the driver’s seat right next to you. You had already made yourself comfortable, flip flops on the floor and your knees up to your chest and nestling in your seat. The way your skin glowed under the honey-coloured lights of the streetlamps, clear silver bleeding through and illuminating your stunning face was simply something out of a movie. You did make him nervous, but he was never going to admit it out loud.

“So,” he began, catching the faintest of a tremor in his voice. Shit. He cleared his throat while buckling himself to his seat but then noticed that you weren’t wearing the seatbelt. Naturally, he unbuckled his seatbelt before reaching over to tuck you into the seat, pressing the end into its compartment next to your waist. It was all second nature to him, which was why when he caught himself in the action, he continued and finished the job before leaning back with a bashful smile on his face. “Sorry.”

“No!” You quickly blurted out. Issei’s smile changed into an amused smirk. He watched as the pink blooms red instead across your cheeks. “I . . . ugh. Issei, you’re always making me so flustered.” You grumbled in defeat under your breath, nose upturned and head swiveling away to avoid his gaze. He was sure you were just trying to hide your blushing face.

“Aww, don’t be like that, angelface,” he cooed. “C’mon, where d’ya wanna go? McDonald’s, Yoshinoya, CoCoICHI?” The engine of his car hummed to life with the sharp turn of the key in the ignition. His eyes shifted from the rear-view and wing mirrors, checking for any pedestrians and cars. The sun had set long ago yet there were still students roaming the campus, most of them coming back from classes or making quick trips to the 7-11 down the road.

“Let’s have McDonald’s. I’m craving for some fries.” He hummed at your suggestion. “We could eat in the car—on the topmost level of a parking lot or some park, I dunno—and listen to music and watch the night sky.” His heart fluttered at your suggestion. It was his first ideal date, described by you, just as he did to you on the night you both first met. His eyes flit over to you to see you already looking back at him, a huge cheeky grin on your face as if to proudly tell him that you never forgot.

He never fought the smile that crept upon his face, lower lips caught between his teeth as he stepped on the gas pedal.

“Aww, Issei, are you smiling? Did I make Matsukawa Issei smile?” You teased, giddy giggles slipping in between your words while you pinched his arm as he drove. He rolled his eyes at your antics, shaking his head at how enthusiastic you were. Could he blame you? He was just as excited as you are—he just wasn’t so willing to express that openly. “What are the vibes for today, Sei?”

His thick dark eyebrow quirked upward at the new nickname. Sei? It was the first time he’s been given such a nickname, but he wasn’t necessarily complaining. Maybe it was in the way that you said his name that has him so intoxicated, like your voice was the only thing that was keeping him together. His stunned silence you must have mistaken for discomfort, because you were suddenly apologising for calling him Sei and that you should’ve asked first and—

“Hey,” he softly interrupted you. “You can call me Sei. You’ll be the only one calling me that.” His eyes briefly left the road to look at you and he noticed the way your lips pursed out into a cute little pout.

“Eyes on the road . . .” He ignored you, lifting his hand from the steering wheel to give you a gentle pet on the top of your head. You were so flustered that it was just too adorable!

“And today’s vibes will be decided by you, baby.”

Issei heard a tiny grumble that he couldn’t quite decipher from you. He all but chuckled gently. Tonight was going to be spectacular and it was all thanks to you. He was finally taking the person of his dreams out on a date. He knew that it probably wouldn’t be any different than that night, but he didn’t care. Time spent with you was golden and he would never take it for granted ever again.

Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.

When you first let it slip that you had sent more than one letter, you had expected Issei to be upset. He, too, expected himself to be upset. But for some reason, as the both of you sat on the couch of your living room, he couldn’t. He should be, but he wasn’t, and it confused him, especially knowing that a number of his friends had also received the same letter.

Maybe it was your reasoning—that you fell too hard a little too fast—and he couldn’t blame you for that. He couldn’t control who you fell for, nor could he control your feelings.

The both of you had your legs tangled with each other, his slightly hairier legs that you had always insisted on shaving tickling the skin of yours. You both faced each other seated on the couch, you with a book in hand and him just mindlessly scrolling through the Netflix catalogue to see what was in store. It was the first day of spring break, the scent of freshly blooming flowers dancing in the air as were the birds and bees.

He noticed the way you avoided his gaze, chin tucked into your chest, the page that sat in between the pads of your thumb and index finger shaking ever so slightly as you ran your two fingers up and down. You were nervous. He didn’t blame you for it.

Issei swallowed a deep breath. Using your tangled feet as leverage, he pulled you towards him, your body lurching forward until you fell square into his laps. He had his eyes on your face, watching for any signs of discomfort before continuing.

“Did you kiss any of the other recipients of the letters?”

“What– no!” You fervently shook your head. His hands were firmly planted on your waist, yours on his chest and fisting at the fabric of his shirt.

“Do you love me?”

“Matsukawa Issei, of course I love you.” The fervour in your eyes, the drop in your voice and the sternness of your whisper told him that what you said was indeed true, and that was more than enough.

“You love me, and I love you. That’s enough.” The corner of his lips tugged upwards into a lazy smile. He noticed the crystalline barrier over your stunning (e/c) eyes, stray (h/c) strands framing your beautiful face. “May I kiss you?” You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut and his heart fluttered at how cute you were.

He finally presses his lips to yours and he could tell the desperation from you to tell him that you love him and nobody else. Your hands travelled up his chest and to the back of his neck, the action alone sending shivers up his spine as you toyed with his dark hair at the base of his scalp. One hand gently moved up from your waist to your jaw, gently cradling your smaller form while he leaned back against the armrest he was propped up against. His tongue swiped along your lower lip, the muscle hot and wet, and he took you by surprise by gently nibbling on it instead of letting his tongue explore your mouth before pressing another kiss to your sweet lips.

He brushed the strands of your hair away from your face when he slowly pulled away, finding pleasure in the way you chased his lips for more. Your faces were both merely inches apart, foreheads pressed against each other and hot breaths gently fanning against cheeks. The way you constantly looked at his lips longingly, tongue swiping across your own and your lips jutting out into a pout, had him wanting to kiss you again but he had to stop himself from doing so.

“My eyes are up here, angel,” he teased. The pad of his thumb and his index finger cradles your chin, gently coaxing you to look at him directly. You flushed under his gaze, squirming cutely in his laps. “Listen, I can’t control who you fell for. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous, but that’s as far as it goes, okay? You love me and I love you, and that’s all that I care about.”

You melted under his gaze, shoulders slumping. Your lips pursed together and twisted to the side, a small habit that you do whenever you realise he’s right but you can’t help but feel guilty. He smiled, hoping that you would too.

“Plus, I’ve had my fair share of crushes too, you know.” He shifted so that he was seated upright and you were still on his laps. Issei felt his cheeks and the tip of his ears flush ever so slightly, suddenly aware of the fact that your gaze was upon him, twinkling with intrigue. With the intent to make you feel better and less guilty about yourself, he told you about some of his old crushes. His first celebrity crush, his first elementary school crush, the cute barista at that café in his old neighbourhood that he only saw for a week . . he told you that your feelings for the other recipients were valid and reminded you yet again that even despite that, as long as you love him as he loves you, there’s genuinely nothing wrong with that.

With this candle, I will light your way into darkness.

When the organ sang its first note, he turned to look at you from where he stood. There you were, walking down the aisle with a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Your face was obscured by a white lace veil that you insisted on wearing, the ensemble that you had on fitting your figure seamlessly. Yours was the colour of pure white, detailed with lace and gold, and it matched his own suit of white, his tie a satiny gold and his collars sporting lace.

Issei couldn’t help the tears from falling, teeth digging into the flesh of his lower lip as he watched you walk slowly, the heels of your chosen shoes clicking against the thinly carpeted marble tiles. His tears clouded his vision, a stunning vibrato of colours as the music filled his ears. He still couldn’t believe that you said yes to spending the rest of your life with him even after being engaged for over two years because of your grad studies.

He wiped his tears away with the sleeve of his blazer. He heard a disapproving tsk from over his shoulder, knowing all too well that it was from Hanamaki Takahiro. Once his vision cleared, he found you right before him, lifting the veil from your face and letting it fall over the back of your head and oh, how beautiful you are. Nothing in his vocabulary could ever fully encapsulate the true beauty that is you.

Your hands moved to grasp his firmly and he was thinking of nothing but you and how you’re finally going to bear his name with yours. You were ethereal underneath the midsummer morning sun, stained glass painting you in luminescent colours and casting a breathtaking glow upon you. He couldn’t see anyone and anything else but you. The officiant’s words fell on deaf ears—he didn’t hear what she was saying. He didn’t hear the snickering from his best man, either.

With this ring, I shall ask you to be mine.

“Issei.” Of course you were the one to snap him out of his haze.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat. It was agonising to him how he had to tear his gaze from you. He just wanted to keep staring at you and admiring you, but that’s okay. After the wedding, he could do that all he wanted. He didn’t care about the other parts. “What was that again?”

Laughter erupted in the small town church.

The officiant smiled, obviously amused by the two young newlywed-to-bes. She repeated herself once more, her grey eyes reading off the book in her wrinkly hands. He was impatient, toes curling underneath the suffocating leather of the rented Oxford shoes he was forced to wear. If it were up to him, he would have worn his everyday Vans.

He had nearly forgotten all of his vows, stuttering and losing himself in his thoughts halfway through his sentences. He was a complete mess compared to you, who giggled and laughed but encouraged him nonetheless to finish before you did the same. You were far more eloquent and prepared than he was, being the one in charge of organisation and stuff like that in your relationship. He had expected you to hide a piece of paper with your vows among the flowers and it didn’t surprise him when you did pull out a small roll within the petals.

“L/N Y/N.” Her voice boomed, demanding for his attention once again. “Do you take Matsukawa Issei to be your spouse?”

“I do.” Could your smile get any brighter? Because he swore he saw it glimmer.

“Matsukawa Issei.” She continued, “Do you take L/N Y/N to be your spouse?”

“Fuck, yes. Please just announce us as spouses, I wanna kiss Y/N already.”

“I am getting to it. If you’d just let me–”

He couldn’t wait. Oh, no he couldn’t. Issei’s hand, now proudly boasting a wedding ring, moved to cradle your jaw as the other found its home on your waist, pulling your body flush to his. The second your lips met, it was like the first time he’d kissed you—full of sparks, sending butterflies in his stomach a-fluttering and so full of love. He heard the cheers and claps from the guests seated; his family, his friends, as were yours, all beyond happy that the both of you had found your forever in each other.

When he finally pulled away, your arms looped around his neck and resting on his shoulders, you pouted.

“Another one, please, my spouse?” Fuck, did he love hearing that from you. Who was he to deny you of that? He was absolutely, irrevocably, unapologetically in love with you—first his Bonnie, then his sun, and now his forever. His lips found yours once again, sealing your fate into the stars and the heavens. From the one who was your escape, to the one whom you’re escaping with.

✎     ❝TO ALL THE BOYS!

THE LETTER                                   FINDING, BONNIE

would you like to try another route?

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

Hey hi I've loved every single one of your writings so far and finally worked up the nerve to send a prompt: Blake calls her parents to let them know she's safe in Atlas.

I don’t think that this went the way you asked but... inspiration struck and this was the result. I hope you don’t mind how it turned out 😅

Featuring;

Meddling, embarrassing mama Kali

Yang “I don’t know how to respond so I’m just going to leave the room” Xiao Long

Anxious Blake

And dorky bees

Oh and I have a silly little headcanon that has absolutely no basis in canon that when Blake’s agitated with her mother, she calls her ma 😅

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“Oh there’s my beautiful baby girl!”

Blake laughed at her mother’s greeting. As embarrassing as it was when Yang was literally sitting right next to her, Blake had missed her mother’s enthusiasm terribly.

“Hi mum.” Blake smiled happily at her.

“Your father’s out dealing with some diplomatic issues right now so you’ll have to make do with me. And the first thing I want to know is about your hair!” Kali said excitedly as Blake flushed. “Oh look at you! You look so grown up! I’m sure that you’re just sweeping that partner of yours right off of her feet, hmm?” Kali smirked at her through her scroll. Blake felt herself freeze, a brief moment of panic before glaring at her mother, purposefully ignoring the way Yang turned away with a furious blush.

“Mother. Please.” Blake said dryly. She should have expected this.

“What? I’m just saying that, if she’s as incredible as you told me, then she’s worth pursuing.” Kali smiles at her sweetly. Too sweetly.” What was it you said? Strong, beautiful, charismatic, brave? And something about her having the most adorable, dorky laugh that never fails to lift your spirits?” Blake.exe has stopped working. Please reboot. “Oh! Then there’s how intelligent you said she was. Compassionate and kind. With the most beautiful lilac eyes that-“ “Okay, that’s enough!” Blake finally managed to interrupt her mother.

“That feel like home.” Kali finished with a cheeky grin.

“Thanks ma.” Blake said sarcastically as Kali giggled. Her ears were pinned and she absolutely refused to look at Yang.

“I-um.” Yang stuttered, causing Kali to blink up at Blake in confusion. Blake sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose and turned the camera to Yang.

“Say hello to Yang, mum. I was just about to introduce you before you went on your tangent.” Blake said while pointedly glaring at her mother, ears flat. To her credit, Kali appeared sheepish.

“Oh. Hello, dear. This is certainly a bit… awkward, I suppose.” Kali giggled. Blake was starting to pray that the floor would open up and swallow her whole. “Blake has told me so much about you!”

“Uh… Hi Mrs. Belladonna. Pleasure to see you.” Yang grinned awkwardly. “I should go check on the others. I’ll see you later!” And with that, she ran off.

“I see what you mean by charismatic, dear.” Kali teased but stopped when she saw the almost hurt look on Blake’s face. “Blake, honey, what’s wrong?”

“W-we’re in weird place, r-right now. Things have been awkward since I came back and-“ Blake stammered as the story, minus everything to do with Ozpin and Salem, came out. How scared she was that they’d never be okay. How they had to protect their own. How they exist in this weird relationship purgatory of theirs. “And I’m terrified of losing her! W-what if this sets back at square one?” Blake sniffed, heart aching at the thought. “You saw how she reacted! She was uncomfortable!”

“Blake, baby girl. I don’t think that’s it. I am so sorry that I embarrassed you both, but I think she’s less embarrassed and closer to flustered. She just may not know what to do with what she heard and needed a moment to think it through.” Kali cooed gently as Blake inhaled deeply. “I’m so, so sorry you had to go through all of that. I’m sorry we weren’t there for you. That we didn’t fight harder for you. I’m sorry that things ended the way they did.” Kali let out a sniff of her own, tears streaming down her own face. “But I am so grateful that Yang was there for you. What you two have is so special and rare, baby girl. I don’t think either of you will let it go. Especially not over some old woman’s ramblings.” Blake let out a testy huff of laughter as she wiped her eyes.

“Don’t apologise, mum. I-I’m okay. I’m safe.” Blake smiled reassuringly at her before letting out a heavy sigh. “I know that neither of are willing to let… whatever this is go. But there’s still this voice in the back of my head telling me that I don’t deserve her. That I’ll mess up and-“ “Blake Belladonna!” Blake jumped as her mother scolded her.

“I will not have any daughter of mine talking like that. You deserve to happy. You deserve to feel safe. You deserve love, sweetheart. And I think that could be with her.” Kali said with a soft smile as Blake flushed. “And just so you know…. I’m pretty sure she feels the same way about you. You can’t fake that amount of adoration that I saw in her eyes.” Blake let out another sniffle.

“I’m still scared, mum.” Blake said quietly.

“Most things that are worthwhile are, dear. But she’s worth it. Isn’t she?”

The two talked for awhile before Blake asked her mother to send her love and best wishes to her father and Ilia, considering that her old friend was working alongside the older Belladonna. Ghira and Kali had become mentors of sorts to her.

Once she hung up, she took a deep breath and sought out Yang, who she found sitting on a bench in the courtyard. Quietly, she sat down next to her, keeping a respectful distance.

“I’m so sorry, Yang.” Blake murmured, voice thick with emotion. Her chest felt tight and she instinctively crossed her arms across her torso.

“It-it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Yang said quietly, refusing to look at her. Blake felt her heart crack, fear taking root.

“Are you… mad at me?” Blake asked, anxiously biting her lip. Her ears were pinned and she felt mildly unwell.

“What? No! No, of course I’m not mad!” Yang gasped turning to face her, concern washing over her face. But concern turned to horror as she saw Blake’s face. “Oh God. Have you- have you been crying?” Yang whispered heartbreakingly soft as she reached out to cup Blake’s jaw, thumb brushing over her tear stained cheeks. Blake, Gods help her, leaned into her partner’s touch.

“I’m fine. Just… talked about everything’s that happened and it got… overwhelming.”

“Blake… did I upset you by leaving the way I did?” Yang questioned gently as she pulled away. Blake ducked her head.

“I’m sorry. I just…” Blake scrunched up her nose in frustration before taking her mother’s advice. “I just was worried that this would make things weird. I don’t want to lose you just because I couldn’t keep my feeling in check.” Blake felt a hand gently lift her chin, bringing her gaze up to Yang’s rather hangdog expression.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Or hurt you.” Yang murmured regretfully. “That’s the last thing I want to do. I just…” Yang paused, licking her lips nervously and giving out an anxious laugh. “It’s kind of… overwhelming to realise that the girl you’re crazy for has been ranting about you to her mother, ya know?”

Blake stared at he partner in shock before grabbing her jaw and pulling Yang in to a passionate kiss. She heard the surprised squeak that escaped Yang before she wrapped her arms around Blake and pulled her closer. Blake tilted their heads and deepened the kiss for a moment, earning a soft whimper from her partner. When Blake pulled back, both of them breathing heavily, she saw a slightly dazed Yang, who had a goofy, disbelieving smile on her face.

“So… does that mean you’ll let me take you out?” Yang whispered, looking slightly awestruck.

“You mean on a date or with a sniper rifle?” Blake asked with a quirked brow, a slight smirk tugging at her lip.

“Really?” Yang deadpanned. “You’re going to be a little shit right now?”

“You like it.” Blake murmured as she leaned over and brushed her lips against Yang’s.

“No, I love it.” Yang whispered, leaning forward to capture Blake’s lips with her own. Blake hummed happily against her before pulling back and quirking an eyebrow at Yang.

“I just hope you’re ready for the third degree. With mum knowing, it’s only a matter of time before dad decides to have a little chat with you.” Blake teased playfully. Yang merely smirked at her, causing Blake’s breath to hitch.

“You kidding? Nothing could scare me away from you.” Yang said confidently. “You’re stuck with me now, Belladonna.” Yang said, playfully nuzzling Blake’s nose.

“Hm. I hope so.” Blake murmured softly. “Because you’re exactly what I want. What I need.” She added softly. She heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up to see sentimental tears filling her partner’s eyes before she felt her jaw being framed and rapid fire kisses being placed on every square inch of her face, quickly pulling giggles from her lips.

“That’s it.” Yang mumbled in between kisses. “You’re too cute!”

“So what? Is this my punishment?” Blake snickered as Yang kissed along her jaw.

“Yes. For crimes of excessive cuteness.”

Blake let out a laugh. Calling her parents did not go the way she planned. But she sure as hell wasn’t mad about it.

[thetrueenemyofhumanity]

Sorry I’m too much of a weenie to not be on anon but, you could definitely expand to other things if you feel like OW is dying out. Um, i know sometimes people have side blogs, would you be interested in that just to keep things separate? I hope you get more replies from other people but my ideas are just suggestions, you don’t have to take them seriously 🙂 I also hope you find a good solution or idea that works for you ❤️

Aw sweetie don’t be sorry and you ain’t a weenie. The weenies are those who talk shit but won’t back it up. You’re sending positivity and never apologise for that. Thank you for popping into my inbox darling!

With tumblr dying I think it will be hard to gain an audience for any new blog I make and also the time it would take to run two. I want to give my followers here some content but I’m not sure they’re here for the other shit I’m into.

I will say though if anyone wants a fic from another fandom please message me and I can send it privately if that works??

Thank you so much for your input honey bee! Though I run this blog I run it to try and make others happy. It’s for my followers and that’s why I want their input into how I can improve the experience for them. I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to message me, you’re a star 🌟

[tightredpants]

Blue Christmas

Ok ya’ll, here is the most overdue Christmas fic ever. 

The always wonderful and amazing @thosewhitejeans wrote with me on this, so I’m honored to be able to write with her again!! 

Please give some feedback, and if you can’t be bothered toss a like if you’ve read. Thanks!!!

It was 11 o’clock at night, and the Turner family was just getting ready to go to bed. A pre-Christmas dinner turned into quite the long night, so all of the aunts and uncles and cousins had left a little over an hour ago. Alex and his dad were having a beer together and watching a rerun of a soccer game on tv, relaxing after quite a draining day. His mom had run herself rugged, and she was upstairs in their tiny family home while the boys unwound. Out of the blue, they heard a knock from the door. Thinking it was just a relative who’d forgotten one of their children’s jackets or a toy, Alex offered to get the door. When he opened it, he was completely shocked to see who was standing there. It was Miles, drenched in rain and shivering, with an apologetic look on his face "Miles....!” He was absolutely delighted by the surprise until he saw the other lad’s trembling figure and his voice tailed off into concern. “Oh love, what are you doing here?" Alex gushed, hands flitting everywhere like he didn’t know where to start, from Miles' dripping wet lapels to his equally damp hair. He stood in he doorway and brushed Alex's hands away from their fussing and sniffled quietly. He was clearly freezing, he wasn’t exactly dressed for the weather either. He said nothing by way of greeting but he wrapped his arms around himself, looking small and definitely shaking just a little. “Who is it, Al?” Penny called from inside somewhere, voice already getting closer and Alex steels himself for the barrage of questions he couldn’t actually answer because he didn’t yet know how to. Alex pulled him inside quickly. “It... It’s Miles,” he called but already she’d come through to the hallway, pausing from her bustling about upstairs. “Miles? Oh honey, you look soaked through, come on into the warmth love, you must be freezing! Let me get the kettle on!” “Mum, I’m taking Miles up to get a change of clothes,” she nodded her approval, and then turned back to head into the living room, clearly trusting that Alex could handle everything efficiently. “Al," he grumbled and Alex's frown deepened at the whine in his voice. As was often the case with Miles, he didn't bother to explain anything properly, just stepped closer and shivered hard as he shrugged off his jacket apologising over and over for getting the hallway wet, voice just a little hoarse and holding a melancholy edge that Alex didn't like in the slightest. “Miles!" He interrupted the fifth apology quickly and hated the way Miles looked up with eyes wide as saucers, seemingly startled at the raised voice biting his lip gently and sniffling quietly. “Sorry,” came yet another whisper. "What's wrong?" Alex mumbled, trying to ooze gentleness into his tone and letting his gaze wash over his boyfriend. Miles was not only shivering from the cold, apparently he was also shaking just lightly and forcing his rough breathing. His eyes were red rimmed and slightly bloodshot, like he’d been crying. His cheeks were flushed from the harsh weather and his hair was unusually tousled. He really did look terrible. Alex came to wondering what it was that Miles was actually doing there. He wanted to ask but something told him it could wait, that for now he should make sure he changed into some warm, dry clothes and received a great deal of tenderness. Alex assumed there was something else going on, he was sure of it but didn't want to push anything by asking. All he knew was that Miles was there, two days before Christmas, showing up on his doorstep out of the blue when he should’ve been staying in the Wirral over the holidays, with his family. Alex sighed gently. "Alright love, doesn't matter right now, you just c'mere hmm," he suggested, waiting for Miles to come to him and then wrapping his arms around the man protectively. Miles seemed to melt into the hug, slowly closing his arms around Alex's waist and resting his head against his shoulder. “You're ok Miles, let's get you out of these clothes though eh? 'Fore you catch summat hmm.” He spoke gently, certain he was more or less talking to himself. He was concerned, worried, hands all the while soothing, one running up and down Miles' spine, coaxing him to stop shivering, the other running through his hair at the back of his head, feeling when Miles nodded slowly. He pulled away and blinked hard at him. Even his eyes looked sad and before he could try to apologise yet again Alex cut him off, steering him instead to the staircase and ushering him up to the bathroom. Being quiet lest he should startle him. "You want me to run you a bath, or d'you wanna take a shower? Can you stand?" He asked quietly, hesitant. Miles suddenly looked so exhausted under the bright light of the bathroom, causing an alarm to go off in Alex’ head. “God.... love, are you okay? H-have you been sleeping? Eating?" Miles didn't respond immediately but made some sort of noise of discomfort that had Alex hushing him gently and offering him the lightest of kisses on his temple. “Not much of either if I'm honest," Miles choked into his collar bone. "Don't be mad at me, please," he pleaded, hoarse voice so so quiet and cracking often like it hadn’t been used for a while. He was a wreck over something, his eyes foggy and misted and going glassy. “I'm not mad, not even a little bit, oh love, of course I'm not mad, I'm just worried, honey... hey.... oh look at me?" He asked gently as possible, fingertip pressing into the underside of his chin slightly. Miles' eyes reluctantly met his own and Alex felt his heart clench at the way they glazed over, from tears he assumed but maybe from sickness he didn't know. “I didn’t know where to go, Al,” he breathed out. His voice is barely audible. “Well then, you did the right thing, you know you can always, always come to me.” The boy bit his lip, eyes watering. “Why 'aven't you been taking care o' yerself love?" He murmured into the quiet, carefully working on Miles’s shirt buttons and trying to ignore how the shirt itself was crumpled and not exactly fresh on. Miles frowned, cleared his throat and then half whispered his response. "Haven't uhm ... Monday? I dunno.... I didn't... Didn't much fancy cooking, or food to be honest... an’ I 'aven't been sleepin' much in general, s'probly why I feel so shit to start wiv. I might be comin’ down wiv sumthin’." Alex blinked at the logic of his statements. "Monday?" He echoed. "Miles, love it's Thursday! You... you didn't think about coming to me sooner? You never even phoned me once! Fuck it's nearly Friday even, I didn't text you for days cuz you were at yer mum's! Fuck why didn't you stay at hers? What’s going on, baby?" He frowned as soon as he saw Miles' expression change, bottom lip clasped between his teeth again. He looked broken. “Oh! Oh love, no, no I'm not mad at you, darling no, don't cry Miles, you're ok, c'mere, cmon, and I didn't mean it to sound like I’m pushing you away, I'll take care of you babe, shhhh," he soothed gently until Miles just took a deep breath and blinked his eyes closed, letting the tears fall down his cheeks silently. He collapsed into Alex's open arms and let the older man card his fingers through his wet hair, let him keep whispering soft words and let him loop his arms round his waist while pressing gentle kisses to his head. Eventually Miles' tears dampening his shoulder seemed to cease and he just sniffled quietly, arms still rigidly by his side instead of around Alex's waist. Alex carefully pried him away, holding onto his shoulders and frowning at just how cold he must be as he was shivering hard. “Ok?" He asked gently, getting a slightly unconvincing nod in response. "Right, so do you want a bath? Or shower? I'll stay with you... Unless you want me to go?" He questioned quietly. "No I- you can go, I-I'll have a shower, th-thanks Al," he managed, little but a whisper and forced more than Alex was comfortable with. "Umm, ok, well there's towels and such, you errr, you just take your time yeh? Get warm, and um the steam will do wonders. Are you cold?” Miles nodded slowly, "yeh jus' a bit cold," he uttered. Alex nodded in response and couldn't help pulling Miles into another hug, just for the way his forehead crinkled when he mumbled something about a headache. "I'll leave some clothes out in my room Okay? Come downstairs when you’re ready aye? Or d’you want me to come up?” Miles hesitated for just long enough that Alex could understand. “Alright, I’ll be here when you're done, love," he promised, gently pressing his lips to Miles' temple. He worried all the more as he closed the door on the bathroom and immediately left some comfortable, warm clothes out for the lad. The shower was still going so he hurried downstairs to speak to his parents and explain what little he knew about the situation and to fetch Miles a cup of steaming tea. “Al? Is Miles there love?” His mum asked, no doubt hearing him come down the stairs. “He’s having a quick shower, Mum he was freezing.” His concern must’ve been obvious because his mum suddenly fixed him with a serious look, mirrored by his dad. “Alright love, I’m making some tea, but perhaps an Irish coffee might be best?” Alex sighed quietly. “Yeh maybe, I dunno I think he hasn’t been sleeping too much so maybe something caffeine free?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Al, darling, is he okay? You know we don’t mind Miles staying in the slightest, in fact I’m very very happy to have him here... but there’s one or two blanks to fill in, love... is he staying with us for Christmas?” “Mum, I don’t know anything, he just told me ‘I didn’t know where to go’ and I told him he did the right thing coming here because he’s always welcome with me, no matter what. But mum he hasn’t really been eating or sleeping much since Monday, he’s... I don’t know what’s wrong Mum, something serious. I’m really worried.” She nodded immediately. “Of course love, well you did the right thing telling him he’s welcome here, and don’t you worry we’ll take good care of him okay? Why don’t you run him up a cup of tea and make sure he’s physically okay hmm? We don’t want him feeling worse because he caught the flu or something hmm? Alright, and give us a shout if you need us for anything!” Alex nodded his thanks, mumbled some goodnights and then hurried upstairs with a cup of tea for Miles and himself. When he opened the door, he heard the shower turning off. “Here love, I brought you some tea and got some clothes laid out for you. Feeling any better?” “A little. Thank you, Al.” Miles gave him a small smile, but he was exhausted and it showed on his face. “It’s no problem, you know that. I’ll step out while you get dressed.” “What, like you haven’t seen me like this before?” At least he still had his humor. “For me mum’s sake, la.” Alex smiled, before giving him a quick kiss on the forehead and stepping into the hallway. After a few moments, Miles opened the door for Alex to come back into the bedroom. He was dressed in Alex’ pajamas, which were three sizes too big since that’s how Alex liked. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw Miles in his clothing, he’d seen it hundreds of times but each time brought a smile to his face. “Oh darlin...” Alex immediately went to embrace Miles, wrapping the boy in a tight hug. Miles only let out a sigh, and Alex felt some of the tension leave Miles’ body. “Do you wanna talk...about this? Like... what happened?” He began, not sure if Miles was even remotely ready, considering the state he had been in less than thirty minutes ago. “Yeah... Maybe... I’d like to lay down first. I’m exhausted.” “Of course, love.” They moved to Alex’ bed, under the comfortable and warm sheets but still sitting up enough to drink their tea. Alex gave Miles all the time he needed, deciding it would be better to just comfort him than to prod with questions. They sat with Miles resting his head on Alex’ shoulder, while he gently ran his fingers through Miles’ hair. After a long moment of comfortable silence, he finally spoke. “So... what happened was...” He let out a sigh, trying his best not to let his emotions best him. Alex just held him closer and placed a soft kiss on the top of his head. “Just take your time, love.” Alex tried his best to reassure him, and Miles simply nodded, taking in a deep breath. “I was with me mum, we were supposed to have dinner with me aunt later on... And as we were chatting and all I let slip about us, in more or less words. She proper freaked out, asked me if you were a bird, I dunno maybe she was hoping I was meaning a different Alex and all, and I couldn’t lie to her, ya know?” Miles’ eyes started to fill and threatened to spill over, so Alex only held him closer as he continued. “So I told her no, it’s you, and the look on her face you’d think I’d committed a crime! Then she goes on about breaking her heart and all that, tears, everything. It was bloody awful. Then she tells me to get out, she won’t even look at me. I’m begging her, right? Just begging her to let me talk to her but she’s having none, won’t even let me grab me things and shoving me out the door, slams it behind me. I only had me wallet on me, no phone. I stayed at a friends for a night, or two, I can’t remember. But I knew I had to see ya, I couldn’t handle it, and I had enough cash for a train ticket so I came here. I walked from the train station.” They say together for a few silent moments, Alex didn’t dare say anything lest he interrupt Miles. He was filled with anger, sadness, grief, even, and was desperately hoping his eyes would not betray him and unleash their tears. He only spoke when Miles looked up at him expectantly. “I....don’t know what to say... That’s terrible! Awful! Where is her heart? On Christmas no less! I can’t believe she’s done this.” Alex found himself sputtering, motioning with his hands as if he was trying to herd words together. “You know, I better not tell me mum about this, she’ll ring your mum up the minute I tell her and give her an earful. You don’t mess with Penny, plus I think she likes you more than me.” “No, I believe you, she does like me more.” Miles replied, giving Alex an actually genuine smile. Alex shook his head and chuckled before turning serious once again. “I’m glad you came here. It was the right thing to do. I’m so sorry that happened. You’re the kindest person I know, you don’t deserve this. And you can stay here until term starts back and we’ll go back to school together.” “You’re parents don’t mind? This was pretty unexpected...” “Absolutely not. My mum scolded me for not bringing you home for Christmas with me. They’ll be happy to have you. I am, too.” Miles finally leaned up and placed a small kiss to Alex’ lips, hesitant and quick as if too much movement would shatter the moment around them. Alex cupped Miles’ cheek and gave him a small smile before giving him a kiss to his forehead. “Merry Christmas, Al.” He said in a whisper. “Merry Christmas, love.”

[inqshead]

no vacancy.

did you know that bees tend to shit a lot? oh man i laughed so hard when one of those honeymakers landed on olive’s head and did what it needed to do. it was a fun day. the land seemed so much more intense since the water sooked into the dry earth and trees and changed their colors visibly. it smelled like heaven, which contains the smell of wet air and beeswax; for today. we tasted fresh honey and walked a lot, learned new stuff and ate cake. i felt like not eating at all, but i couldn’t think of any excuse since i couldn’t just go ahead and say ‘eyyy, my eating disorder still affects me alot although i am already through the worst, so i am so incredibly sorry but i just cannot eat the cake you put all your effort in’. after all i felt proud, eating, gaining coinfidence doing it and making the people around me happy. i felt good enough to even look forward to the party. when we said goodbye and agreed to meet tomorrow again for dinner (which included hiking beforehands) on a mountain and under a sky full of stars, i asked olive if he was going to go to the party. he denied, because he wanted to use his time alone to just have a few minutes for himself and maybe a call with his girlfriend. i found out that they even had a seperated bar in the basement where the elder ones could party for themselves. my parents were excited. me too. when we arrived ‘home’ there was a mess. many many cool and also fancy or extraordinary people ran around and decorated the rest. i could hear oldfashioned music playing and traveled through times into the past century. i didn’t see any familiar person except tryah who wore a funny hat and glasses that were starshaped. oh my i had to laugh really hard. and that was also when i realized how confident i was compared to the day before. there was nothing to worry about, i had everything under my control; and even if not: i felt like i was able to fix anything. and oh goodness that felt good. i said goodbye to my family and walked into my room, fell on my bed and i was too exhausted for just staying awake. but when i heard the hard beats shaking everything's existence i fell into a rush. i didn't even have swimming clothes (since it was a pool party i probably could’ve needed them), but i chose to wear my denim levis and decided against the white shirt (what if i fell into water. oh gods.) it wasn't that hot anymore and also late but i wanted to wear a shirt and eventually i took the yellow one which had 'fresh anti youth' written on it. then i ran back to my family's room in which i found a gaming olive and showered. when i came back outside olive was gone. i turned the lights off and walked outside, while turning around and closing the door only wearing a towel snugged around my waiste. i wasn't expecting anyone out here right now since basically everyone was out partying but when someone shouted my name i immediately screamed and ran into the door nose forwards. ,,Ow!'', i shouted back. dammit that hurted. holding my nose i turned to the person i expected olive to be. i started swearing in my language and stopped when i realized that this was sara. oh man i had been sure it was a male voice, but it was clearly sara's high pitched language. i started screaming again and bummed against the door with my back. again. she started screaming as well, giving me a very confused look. when we stopped, we started laughing. ,,the heck?’‘, she asked under her breath. ,,sorry’‘, i responded out of context. she wove aside. when we calmed down our breaths both of us suddenly realized that i was barely wearing anything. my face turned as red as the strawberries i ate earlier that day. she looked down the hallway, eyes widened. ,,oh my...’‘ ,,ummmm, did you intend to talk about something or did you just want to scare me?’‘, i broke down the embarrassing silence. ,,haaha’‘, she laughed, ,,let’s get you some clothes first and then talk.’‘ i nodded. after a few seconds went by she went on. ,,ty, you need to move for that.’‘ ,,ooh, i’m sorry. was lost in my thoughts.’‘ i started walking, she followed and mumbled something about being interested what kind of thoughts. after i got dressed in the said pants and the shirt, i sat on the bed. the open window let the fresh air in. the sun was about to sink down behind the end of the world in maybe two or three hours and sara shivered when the lively song changed to a slow love jam. she didn’t want to sit down and just stood in the middle of the room, awkwardly. she started biting her red lips. ,,i actually wanted to apologise for earlier. nojus was really angry, like, i’ve never seen him so serious before. he’s not the type to take anything personal and, i have to add this, i don’t usually do this. you just seemed really cute and kinda lost, so i thought, hey, maybe we could have a drink and talk or something. it’s not like one has many different friends here.’‘ she interlaced her fingers and kept her eyes on the ground. honestly i was astonished. that crazy cool person just apologised for nothing and looked so sad. this felt like a joke. like, she thought i was cute and wanted to accompany me. i repeat, me. what was happening?! the stars must’ve mixed somthing up. i must’ve looked really dumbfounded, and again, i forgot to answer, coz she laughed (but it sounded sad) and turned towards the door. ,,it’s okay, i usually do dumb things, i guess i should be used to it right now. see ya.’‘ she was about to close the door behind her when i finally came to my senses. ,,wait!’‘ i ran to her and caught her hand. she seemed surprised and really tired as well. ,,let’s go together to the party. i’d like to have a drink with such a beautiful girl.’‘ i even managed to wink without turning into a tomato, but when she started laughing i couldn’t hold it in any longer. i was such a fail at flirting. and again, 24 hours ago i wouldn’t have dared to do something like this. social anxiety felt like a joke. we interlaced our fingers and jumped through the heartfully decorated hallways like little kids. it was loud but everything gave me the intense feeling of being able to hear a butterfly clapping its wings. ,,you’re lucky, i’m not into guys’‘, was her response when an elderly couple started whispering as soon as they saw us. i laughed like a weirdo. ,,and i know you ain’t into females either.’‘ oooh what?? was that so obvious?? i started sweating in places i didn’t know one could sweat. i needed to vanish. immediately. if she knew everyone knew. oh gods. my life had been wasted. i was about to search the next bridge to jump down. coming out with something i wasn’t a hundred percent sure of just wasn’t an option. ,,ty? it’s alright, i won’t tell anyone and i’m sure no one knows. i wasn’t sure either, just wanted to test you.’‘ she winked at me and i died a thousand other deaths. couldn’t even dare to look at her. ,,come on kid. we have a party to throw’‘, with those words we started walking again (didn’t even realize we had stopped,, dumb me) or rather she pulled me forwards and giggled like a chicken. maybe it was good to start with a base. a love that wouldn’t concrete to entirety and include infinite and unconditional love on a more touchy basis, but something like an honest friend, someone that would take care of my secrets and be like a hideout, a hideout i always needed, because the outside world, this whole society mess thing was just getting too much. i felt like such a love was actually important; whereas i hadn't seen it when it was right there. ,,-tiberius come on, are you asleep?’‘ sara waved her bronzed hand in front of my face and looked really worried. i blinked a few times until i was back in this reality. i could hear the music playing very loudly and the gold light colored the trees and the flowers and all the beautiful scents into a romantic scenery. the people, i believed, must have been behind another huge building which made me think of a gym or something similar to that. ,,sorry, i’m okay.’‘ she didn’t really believe me and i decided to hug her (she felt like a warm soft pillow fyi) when a laughing nojus suddenly appeared right behind her- a guy’s arm around his shoulder. that dude was hella tall and muscular, not my type but probably considered sexy. nojus seemed to be comfortable. when he saw us his huge smile faded into nothing, which cut my heart bleeding and he got angry. someone said fuck, but i wasn’t sure wether it was nojus or sara, coz the whole loud atmosphere made me dizzy and the next thing i can remember is my legs giving up and my heart falling onto someone fragile but strong.

chapter eight end.

[rowdy-revenant]

Misadventures in Babysitting

Characters: Chuck Shurley, Gabriel, child!reader (no pairings)

Words: 1600+

Request by: Jessiedisneygeek (wattpad) and anonymous

Warnings: A bit of father/son drama

Summary: When the Winchesters drop a baby on Chuck’s doorstep, he needs some angelic help

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Chuck Shurley, although he had invented mornings, was not a morning person. To start his day off properly he’d need around a litre of coffee and little to no social interaction. Scratch that, no social interaction at all. Not that he had visitors anyways.

But of course, today had to be different. Someone had to ring the doorbell at seven, yes SEVEN in the morning! Honestly, nobody should be awake until nine at the earliest, Chuck believed.

The author dragged himself out of bed. Dark circles lined his eyes and his hair was stuck up in every direction. He opened the door and spat out “What.”

“Can you keep an infant alive for 48 hours?” Sam Winchester asked.

The question caught Chuck off guard, snapping him awake. “Wait, what?”

“We've got a baby, you’re in the area, can you look after the thing without killing it?” Dean continued.

It was too early for this. Chuck wasn’t sure if he had heard any of that right. “I- I mean I guess, but why-”

Something was off. There were two Winchesters, but one hunter was missing. “Where’s Y/N?” Chuck asked.

“Here.” Grumbled Dean. He handed over a bundle of blankets to the prophet, who realized just in time that it wasn’t empty.

A small infant wriggled in Chuck’s arms. A familiar set of eyes looked up at him and tiny hands reached towards his unshaved beard.

“This?” Chuck asked, trying to hold the child properly. “This is Y/N?”

“A trickster’s work.” Sam explained. “Look, we just need you to care for them while we kill the guy.”

“I-” Chuck started.

“Great, bye!” Dean said, grabbing Sam by the arm and pulling his younger brother out the door.

Of course, the baby decided that was a perfect time to start screaming.

“No! Oh come on, not now!” He groaned, bouncing you gently in his arms. “Come on, I haven't cared for a child in thousands of years, I don't know what to do!”

You didn't offer conversation, just more crying.

“Oh this is bad, I need help.” Chuck confessed. “And a distraction for you.”

He snapped his fingers and the room plunged into darkness. Little spots of white light started to pop up in the inky blackness, forming tiny constellations.

Your screaming slowly stopped as you noticed the small galaxy inside the living room. Your little hand reached out, trying to grab a star.

“Better? Okay, good.” Chuck let out a sigh. “I don't know how humans do it.”

God reached his index finger out to a star, dragging it through the air. He did the same until there were two clusters and an arc underneath; a shining smiley face.

You squealed and clapped, squirming in Chuck's lap.

“You like that, huh?” Chuck asked. “Yeah. That was Gabriel's favourite trick.”

God smiled at the thought of his youngest archangel as a fledgling. Always the troublemaker, always asking questions. Not to mention the platypus incident…

“You’re Gabriel’s favourite, aren’t you?” Chuck asked. You cooed as a replied. “Hmm. Maybe he can help me out.”

“Help you out with what?” A voice suddenly asked.

Chuck jumped, causing the miniature planetarium to vanish in a puff of smoke, but you squealed with delight, clapping your little hands together.

“Hey, Dad. What’s…” The archangel caught sight of you in his father’s arms. “Is that a baby?”

“Yes.”

“Is that… Y/N?”

“Yes…”

You squirmed, reaching out to Gabriel, trying to escape Chuck’s grasp.

“Oh, someone has a favourite!” Gabriel chuckled. He picked you up, grinning. “It’s me. I’m Y/N’s favourite.”

“I got that, Gabriel.” Chuck sighed.

Gabriel sat down on the sofa, placing you on his lap. “How’d this happen?”

“I don’t know, Winchesters say it was a spell or a trickster or something, I can’t remember. They dumped Y/N here and vanished.” Chuck replied, taking a seat opposite of his son.

“Do they remember?” Gabriel asked. He looked at you again. “Clap twice if you remember me.”

You raised your hands… and stuck one in your mouth.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Gabe concluded. “Just a baby, huh?”

“Y/N probably won’t remember this.” Chuck agreed.

“So, is that why you let the mask drop?” Gabriel asked.

Chuck didn’t really want to reply. He knew the conversation was about to shift from “bite sized hunter” to “celestial absentee father” in a matter of seconds.

“Y/N and Chuck are friends. A hunter and a prophet.” God explained. “They’ve got anger towards me, towards God. I know that you do too.”

“Damn right.” Gabriel said spitefully. “Did daddy leave everyone without an excuse?” The angel baby-talked you. “Yes he did! Yes he did!”

You giggled, not really helping Chuck’s mood.

“I left. I let things fall apart. I truly am sorry, Gabriel.” Chuck apologised. “But I thought it was time to leave. It hurt me-”

“Oh don’t say “it hurt me more than it hurt you”, don’t you dare say that.” Gabe growled. “You know what hurt? Seeing my brothers fight. You know what hurt? Leaving Heaven and pretending to be something I’m not. You know what hurt? My own brother, your favourite, stabbing me in the chest!”

“I’M SORRY!”

Both men were yelling and it became too much for you. You sniffled, took a shaky breath in, and began to scream.

“Shit.” Gabriel mumbled.

Chuck gently took you back into his arms, holding you close to his chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He spoke, reassuring you, himself, and the very pissed archangel. He hummed a tune, one Gabriel didn’t recognise.

Gabe ran his fingers through his hair, debating whether or not to storm out. “I can’t accept your apology.”

“I know.” Chuck replied. “I just hope some day you can.”

Gabriel listened to the song his father sang. “What is that?”

“What’s what?”

“That song.”

“Oh,” Chuck said. “Well, one of the hobbies I took up when I became Chuck was music.”

“You’re kidding.” Gabe snorted.

“Nope. This one’s called Honey Bee.” Chuck said. “Always made me think of you and the other angels when you guys were small. “

Gabriel tried to think of what to say but all he could come up with was “Huh.”

“Looks like it worked.” Chuck smiled, nodding his head at your small sleeping figure. “Crying must really drain a kid, huh?”

“Yeah.” Gabriel said, offering the slightest of smiles. He snapped his fingers, a small crib appearing in the corner of Chuck’s writing study. “Let them get some rest, we can talk while they do.”

A soft but impatient cry caught the attention of the two celestial beings. “Y/N’s up.” Gabriel said, stating the obvious. “Sounds hungry.”

“How do you know that?” Chuck asked.

“Well…” Gabriel paused, realising he didn’t actually know. “Shut up, that’s why. Fix something for them.”

Chuck lightly jogged to the kitchen, searching around for something a small child could eat. He grabbed some applesauce, sniffed it to make sure it wasn’t bad, then found a bowl and a small spoon.

Gabriel lifted you from the crib, giving you his signature lopsided grin. “Hey, Sugar. Ready for food?”

“Ah!” You replied, waving your hands in the air.

Gabriel snapped his fingers and a highchair materialized besides the kitchen table. He put you in it, making sure you were safe and secure.

Chuck scooped up a generous amount with a spoon. “Alright, eat up.”

You quickly closed your mouth and turned your head away.

“Y/N, come on. You have to eat something.” Chuck said, trying to bargain. “Just a little bit of applesauce?”

You yelled and slapped the spoon out of his hand sending applesauce all over the poor prophet. Gabriel laughed and you joined in.

“Seriously? Gabriel, you try.” Chuck demanded, shoving the container and spoon into his son’s hands. He grabbed a towel and started to clean himself up.

Gabriel snapped his fingers. Chuck felt pressure on his shoulders and something furry rub against his cheek. Turning his head slightly, he came face to face- or rather face to bill- with a platypus.

You laughed and clapped your hands. Gabe took that opportunity to stick the spoon in your mouth. “Aha!” Your little face frowned, once again tricked by the trickster. Gabriel gave his father a grin.

Chuck picked the platypus up. Gabriel had created the thing when he was little, only around a hundred years old or so, by putting together some unconventional animal parts. And well, the thing was still kicking after a few millenia. Chuck had to give the archangel some credit.

The animal disappeared with a ‘poof’ and you pouted. “You can have it back when you finish eating.” Chuck negotiated.

Half an hour, a bowl of applesauce, and three strange looking animals later, snack time was over.

The rest of the day passed by without a hitch. By the end, you were all exhausted. Chuck was passed out on the couch, holding you securely to his chest. Gabriel was asleep in the armchair across from him.

It was a knock on the door that woke the archangel up. “Crap…” he mumbled. The knocking continued as he poked Chuck. “Dad.”

“Mmph…”

“Dad!” Gabriel repeated. “Winchest-dorks are here.”

Chuck opened his eyes and carefully sat up, making sure not to disturb you. “Right. Thanks for everything, Gabriel.”

“I did it for Y/N, not you.” Gabe muttered.

“Right…” Chuck replied. “Listen, I’m done hiding from you. So if you ever want to talk-” Chuck turned around, half expecting his son to have vanished by now.

But he was still there, waiting, the faintest of smiles on his lips. “Yeah?”

“I’ll be here. Just no more platypi.” Chuck said.

“Platypuses.” Gabriel corrected.

“Mm, no I’m pretty sure it’s platypi.”

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[oh-beyond]

Saviour AU - Part 17 (M)

He wasn’t rich like the others, he didn’t really fit, but he was part of the group, the rich boys that had investments in one of the biggest companies in the country, they were powerful and handsome and they could get anything the wanted, money had corrupted their every day actions, money that Byun Baekhyun didn’t have, to what extent was he like them?

You were lucky enough to be delivering the coffee every morning, you just wanted to see him, and to see him meant seeing the others too… You had faith that he was different… just don’t trust him too much he might surprise you, and not in a good way.

Angst/Smut

Baekhyun x Reader ft. Chanyeol, Chen, Kai & Lay (Mentions of EXO OT12)

Warning: language and brief visual smut.

Masterlist

Saviour Masterpost

< Part 16 - Part 18 >

Summary: Getting adjusted to the new reality. You were so far to reach. 

You were left speechless. Everything seemed just like a bad dream that you were soon going to be awoken from. But Baekhyun planting that kiss on your forehead and leaving was very very real.

Chanyeol didn’t move either, he was kind of puzzled... why did Baekhyun calm down all of a sudden? And why the ‘congratulations guys’ statement?

Both of you awaken from your thoughts after Baekhyun closed the door behind him with a thud.

“Chanyeol!!! Why did you tell him I was 2 weeks pregnant?”

“Huh? Yeah, is that wrong?”

“I am 2 months! 2 months Chanyeol!!!! You just even said it yourself, in 7 months I will have a baby! BAEKHYUN’S BABY, and now he thinks it’s not his! Because we haven’t been together 2 weeks ago”

“Fuck! I’m sorry ___, I really didn’t mean it, I swear”

“No!” you yanked the cover off your legs “I don’t believe you, I don’t Chanyeol, you are ruining everything”

“So you like how he’s treating you? I can’t stand it”

“So you did do it on purpose!”

“I told you I didn’t, I am not lying, I got confused with the weeks and months”

You got up with difficulty trying to follow Baekhyun.

“___, you are weak, please ju-”

You shoved Chanyeol’s hand away, but you couldn’t really walk, you felt dizzy and the room was spinning around, you placed your fingers over your temples trying to regain strength, but it was just too much.

Chanyeol held you in place placing his hand behind your knees lifting you and placing you back in bed.

“Take me home Chanyeol”

“How? Look at you”

“I would rather the father of my baby do this. Take care of me”

“___! I am sorry I will talk to him, but for now just stay here”

Chanyeol didn’t even finish his sentence when his phone was already ringing.

“Look it’s Back, I will tell him to come over. Everything will be alright ___, you know all I want is for you to be happy”

“Yah! Why did you just leave? I didn-”

“Listen Chanyeol, I apologise for everything, congrats man, she is a great girl. Now, I know she might be fragile in the beginning, but I fucking missed the hell out of you, let’s go for drinks, no maybe not, you fucker attract the female population like bees to the honey. Hmmm, let’s go skateboarding, let’s go some days to the beach, I’ll keep the girls away, or let’s go the the cabin you have in Busan. Man I want to just hang out with you”

“Baekhyun”

“Just like before, I have no fucking clue how I did it without you, I know we made up but it’s not the same”

“Baekhyun-ah”

“So where should we go?”

“Byun Baekhyun! Stop talking man!”

“Chanyeol please don’t just leave me. I am sorry, I am so so sorry. This whole time I fucked up with you and your girl, and I am an asshole please forgive me”

“Yah!”

“What!?”

“We need to talk, this is nothing like what you think it is. I need to talk to you about ___ and then we can fucking disappear to our own honeymoon fucker I missed you too” said Chanyeol winking your direction.

It sounded good, too good to be true, it sounded like everything was going to be resolved and over and finally the 3 of you, well 4 now would actually have a normal life.

“Chanyeol, whatever you do, don’t talk to me about ___ right now, I am being inconsiderate, I know, but I just need time, please just don’t mention her, it’s you and me man. Fucking sucks being straight, why can’t we just fuck it and love each other. I’d let you take over and suck your dick all you want”

“Fuck off Baekhyun, you would like that wouldn’t you now?”

“Bro!”

“That doesn’t sound all bad in fairness, but listen man, just hear me out”

“No Chanyeol, please, just ignore these past months and let’s go back to what we were before her. Before you become a dad man”

The words as they came out of Baekhyun’s mouth and after he hung up the phone... He was in his car, he moved his head fell backwards into the headrest, pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. He felt as if he didn’t have the ability to swallow no more. As if his heart was going to just come out out his mouth.

The better man won, because you were hurt, because he caused it, because you had the ability to forgive even Chanyeol’s sins, all you needed was to be loved a little. He couldn’t believe that a baby that wasn’t his was growing inside you. He was happy for Chanyeol but it was a bittersweet happiness. Finally he was getting his friend back, but he had lost you forever.

He wanted to start learning how to live without you having you near. He knew that you would never be out of his life, ever... He knew that it was the time to be Chanyeol son’s uncle.

Your baby that would father Chanyeol.

He run his hands over his face stopping at the thought of you in Chanyeol’s arms, again this image hunting him. He shook his head but there you remained.

Naked.

With Chanyeol, being loved by him, finally Chanyeol’s dreams becoming true. You deserved all that love. And he was picturing all this right now.

Chan-yeol-aaah. Your voice almost tickling his ears with Chanyeol’s name rolling out of your lips.

No!

He was losing his mind. he punched the steering wheel screaming pulling his hair.

“Cupcake!” he exclaimed before bursting into tears holding onto the steering wheel, resting his forehead on it.

Game over.

Byun Baekhyun had lost you.

Forever.

*****

“He won’t answer my calls, and Chanyeol is trying but... Yixing-ge, please do something”

“I tried, but he just doesn’t want to listen, I can’t just tell him you are having his baby like that ___, you need to talk. He is pretending to be alright but he isn’t”

“Are you taking care of of him? How is he?”

“Well he is with us, that is a good sign. But he isn’t working, and Jinki is not happy about his absence”

“Jongdae-ssi is absent also”

“It’s different. In this case he had a commitment, Jongdae has an investment, he doesn’t really need to be workin- ___? Are you alright? Are you crying?

“No Yixing, I am absolutely not alright, I’m hormonal, and always hungry, and my feet are swollen, and I get morning sickness, and all I want is Baekhyun to be with me, but I don’t even know if he really wants me and now I’m pregnant...”

“I understand. All I can say is please come to the wedding”

“I wouldn’t make Xian unni upset on her wedding day” 

“She won’t, she is too excited to have anything against you. Just come”

*****

“Take care of her Kai! Gosh I really don’t want to leave you ___”

“I will take care of her hyung, go have fun and bring Baekhyun hyung back”

Chanyeol moved your fringe away from your forehead pressing his  lips on your forehead. You’ve grew fond of his warm forehead kisses, they were soothing. Comforting. It was the last memory you had of Baekhyun and you liked how Chanyeol did it the same way.

“Don’t let him sunbath without putting sunblock, Baekhyun’s skin is very sensitive” you said before waving your last goodbye.

“I know ___, believe me, I know him like the back of my hand. You take care of the baby, you have an appointment in 5 days, I wish I was there to hear the heartbeats again”

It was strange for Kai to witness the amount of madness going in on. He just pulled you to sit in his car, motioning with his hand for Chanyeol to go before he’s too late for his plane.

Chanyeol was meeting Baekhyun in Yalong Bay, one of the best beaches in the island of Hainan, China. It was Baekhyun’s idea and all 3 of you were excited and happy about this initiative.

You now trusted Chanyeol, he promised to help. Also Baekhyun not being angry with his friend that supposedly got the girl he loved pregnant was hope.

Anything was hope.

You wanted to believe that this was just temporary, and that your baby won’t be fatherless.

Chanyeol arrived to the location in the company’s private jet from mainland China to the island. Suho and Kris weren’t too happy about it, but if it potentially meant bringing Baekhyun back on board they let it slip.

Baekhyun was waiting for him at the Sanya Marriott Yalong Bay Resort & Spa, the place where Yixing’s wedding was supposed to happen in 10 days, they both thought it would be a nice vacation away from everything and everyone and stay till the wedding before the rest of invitees arrive.

Chanyeol was told that he would be waiting for him at the lobby. He kept looking around but he just didn’t see Baekhyun anywhere.

“Yah Park Chanyeol!”

Chanyeol turned at the direction of the voice calling him. He doubled his eyes in size, a bit surprised.

“You-fucking-dyed-your-hair... BLONDE!”

“Yeah! Yes I did. You like it?”

“I cannot believe you Baek”

“New life, new look”

Chanyeol sighed, he knew his friend was just faking all this happiness. He hugged him as if they haven’t seen each other in years.

“How did I miss getting embraced by your insanely big arms you piece of shit”

“Shut up man, your blonde hair is really giving me issues”

“I love you Chanyeol” whined Baekhyun playfully a bit too loud.

A group of foreigners stopped and clapped at the romantic scene. They detached themselves clearing their throats “let’s go to our room before the pretty girls see me in this situation”

“It’s your fault fucker!” added Chanyeol walking behind Bakehyun head-down.

“This feels nice, you and I. Just like before”

“Just like before... yes”

“Yes Chanyeol, I feel so much better now, I am happy for me and for you. Finally relieved, as if this pain in my chest just vanished. It’s good to have you back. Let’s not let anything ever get between us again. Promise?”

Chanyeol nodded... but he wasn’t convinced. It sounded off “we are not like before tho Baek. We are no longer 2″

“Your personal life is your personal life. I am just glad you put everything behind your back. I am sorry I doubted you. I guess I didn’t really realise how much you loved her”

“Baekhyun!”

“Chanyeol, don’t ruin it please, and enjoy this week we have together, you will soon be begging for some sleep when that baby arrives” he added having a sip of his iced Piña Colada.

Chanyeol looked at his phone, you were calling again, he sighed looking at Baekhyun.

“What?”

“She’s calling for you Baek, you should talk to her”

“What would I talk about with your pregnant girlfriend Yeol-ah?”

“She is not my girlfriend. I wish she was, but she isn’t, and she won’t take me and you know why”

“This is some weird ass shit going on here. I mean I would of totally gone for a threesome, but not with baby on the way”

“Baekhyun you are an asshole”

“You don’t want to share me right Chanyeol?” asked Baekhyun hiding with a smirk that his heart was ripping.

“I swear to go- fucking talk to her!”

“NO! I will not, and please stop because I am trying to enjoy the sunshine and the ladies” he added eyeing the options winking right and left at the girls in the pool.

Chanyeol huffed one more time before cancelling your call.

“We are not here to fuck girls and go home as if nothing Baekhyun”

“Just because you can’t, it doesn’t mean I can’t”

“And why can’t I smart ass?”

“Because you love her Chanyeol”

“And you love her too you fucking bastard” barked Chanyeol getting up to call you.

It was awkward again between them. Baekhyun and Chanyeol were getting ready to go down for dinner, but it was just too quiet. Too serene for these 2 loud old pals. Chanyeol smiled lightly and said sorry twice already when his arm brushed against Baekhyun’s, and Baekhyun kept clearing his throat smiling awkwardly.

He was giving away that he still loved you of course, that was obvious. And Chanyeol wasn’t feeling any less exposed. He didn’t like being in love with the girl his best friend got pregnant. I was just wrong. But uncontrollable. 

Baekhyun wore a pair of black skinny jeans with a wine colour silk shirt, he opted to button it unevenly displaying too much of his torso, decorating his neck with a thin black wrap around choker. Leaving his hair wet and brushed back, applying some light hold hair gel to give it the wet look all night.

“Wow Baek”

“Yeah, I am not finished”

Chanyeol watched his friend moisture his face and spray some heavy manly cologne.

“Want some?”

“I’m not here to pick up girls Baek”

“Suit yourself” he replied as he continued, looking at himself satisfied.

Chanyeol was simply wearing a pair of navy jeans and a black half sleeve polo shirt, he let his hair fall naturally over his forehead, creating the typical mushroom hairstyle.

“You look underage Yeol-ah”

“And you look like a fucking fuckboy”

“Thanks, that’s the idea, but not quite yet” added Baekhyun getting an eyeliner, eyeshadow and coloured eye-lenses from the drawer.

“What the fuck?”

“As if you never put eye makeup before”

“Yes I did, we all have. But the fuck with the-” Chanyeol took the eye-lenses pack in hand eyeing them “amber colour eye-lenses”

Baekhyun ignored him and applied some eyeliner at the edge of his eye waterline, following by some burgundy eyeshadow skilfully.

“That is fucking too much, it won’t only attract girls, but also guys”

“Are you jealous Chan?”

“Fuck you! I don’t even think ___ has wore that much eye makeup ever”

They had dinner way too quietly, the only interruptions to the silence was when you called Chanyeol, he’d leave the table to answer you, just to tell you that he is a bit busy and that he will call again.

Baekhyun couldn’t care less, and all he did was look and look and look, till he found his target.

“Let’s follow the ladies to the pool, there is a DJ tonight and I can’t wait to get laid already”

“___, has morning sickness, and she says she misses you”

Baekhyun stood leaning his hands on the table lowering himself “if you want to come you are more than welcome. I you don’t... I’ll see you tomorrow”

With that he went to the pool, Chanyeol followed him desperate to make his friend listen. He was thinking of just blurt out that you were having Baekhyun’s baby and not his. He thought of many scenarios, but knowing his friend he knew it would backfire him.

And Baekhyun aimed, and Baekhyun got, because after ordering his drink, he drank it in one go, going to the dance floor pulling this girl to dance with him. The attraction was mutual judging by the way he ground on her. Strangely Chanyeol was disgusted by the sight, a lot more than what he thought it would. Maybe he imagined how this would hurt your feelings, especially expecting.

“Ni hao” announced a girl touching Chanyeol’s arm.

She was extremely pretty, her cheeks big, and her lips full, her hair long covering almost all her back.

“I’m not Chinese, I’m Korean”

“Well then hi there tall guy, because that is all I can say in Chinese”

Chanyeol nodded, trying to ignore how she filled her tiny dress to perfection.

“It that your friend?” she pointed at Baekhyun.

“Yes”

“Well that’s my friend too. The girl with him. I’m Tina by the way” she extended her hand for a handshake.

Chanyeol took it hesitantly going back to his phone.

“Are you busy? Am I bothering you?”

“No it’s fine”

“Are you married? Gay?”

“Answer Chanyeol? Are you married? Or gay?” asked Baekhyun coming to the bar where Chanyeol stood.

“Shut up idiot” he spat “I’m none”

“Nice to meet you Chanyeol, I’m Jenny”

“Yeah nice to meet him, but we are going” added Baekhyun bringing Jenny closer to him.

“You don’t mind staying with Chanyeol do you Tina?”

“No girl go, I’m sure I will have so much fun with Chan here” said Tina rolling her eyes.

Both Chanyeol and Tina watched their friends walk away, their hands already busy.

Baekhyun pinned Jenny to the elevator wall eager to get started, it’s been too long. Too long since he’s kissed you, since he’s felt your skin on his. He closed his eyes and crushing his lips on Jenny’s collarbones. Thinking that you were much nicer to the touch. Your scent made him fell better than this. 

It wasn’t enough, and having you in his thoughts right now was not in his plans.

He brought his hand to squeeze her breast to bring himself to the edge and get turned on... but it just made it worst, the texture was different and it didn’t move like when he did it to you.

The elevator dinged indicating that they had arrived to her floor, he was almost happy to detach himself, he needed to see her naked.

It’ll all be fine.

And naked she got, and naked he got, and the making out in bed was extremely hot, she was hot, he was hotter. But he couldn’t get it up.

“Hmmm, alright. I mean it can happen”

“No, no I’m fine, I was just exhausted from yesterday, and- blow me. You’ll see”

Jenny was willing to do anything because she was just too horny and this wouldn’t do.

She positioned herself between his legs and started to dirty talk him, Baekhyun closed his eyes digging his fingertips in her scalp. He hair was too thin, nothing like yours, it was too different.

He decided to bring his hands behind his neck and imagine...

Imagine.

Imagine.

“Cupcake-aaaah, yes, faster”

It was working, because he got hard, and Jenny couldn’t believe the size that was forming in her mouth.

“Baekhyun~~~” she whined “can I ride you now?”

He was awoken from his imagination, he was elevated to heavens when he imagined your cute lips around him. It was true that he would of loved seeing it instead of closing his eyes, but Jenny’s voice just ruined the moment.

“Can I?”

“Just stay still... and don’t talk”

He tried, he did try. He wiled himself to do it.

“It’s a pity, you are very handsome and attractive and fuck, you really have the equipment. You might want to go check on it before it gets serious” coed Jenny pissed for her misfortune.

“Shut up” he aired tugging his shirt inside his pants.

10 days later

You looked at the door thinking of what to tell him first. That you missed him? That you loved him? That you were expecting his baby? What if that scared him. What if he moved on like Chanyeol said?

“Baekhyun?" you whispered knocking on the door “Baek?”

Baekhyun huffed when he got up from the annoying knocking, he knew Chanyeol wasn’t going to get the door anytime soon after the lack of sleep and the hard work he did with the pounding on the wall all night, it felt as if the wall was going to fall. He had no other choice but to get up hearing his friend snore all the way from the other room. He put on his robe on, walking as he rubbed his eyes. 

“What the fuck is it? Can’t you see that we have the ‘Do Not Disturb’ light on?”

“Hi!” you said shyly causing him to double his eyes in size.

“Oh you got the door?” Tina’s voice was heard behind Baekhyun. 

You moved to get a better view and that wasn’t amusing at all. You saw Baekhyun wearing nothing but his briefs and a robe wide open. Behind him a girl in similar conditions, nothing on but a lingerie set.

All 3 of you puzzled. 

Tina decided to leave the awkward silence and head back to Chanyeol’s room to get some more sleep.

When she left you decided to leave too, you placed your hand over your belly and walked back to the room that Yixing had reserved for you.

“Wait!” Baekhyun didn't know why he was asking you to wait or what he wanted to say.

You stopped and smiled, he looked at your face, you had definitely changed, you looked flushed and your cheeks full, you belly noticeable...

“You have no right to be upset”

“Of course I don’t” you went on your tiptoes and kissed his forehead.

“Congratulations guys” you said moving slowly, holding onto the wall next to you.

7 days earlier...

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A/N: the drama dude... I am sorry just the amount of angst ^_^ It’s still not clear of what really happened, and what will happen. In fairness I am not entirely happy about this part, but I need to get the ball rolling in order for it to make sense. I am sorry U_U

Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed.