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[nokikissa]

Whooooooooo did it, beat the story of borderlands 3 now. It took me 42 hours but I think I got still like some of those fight wave of enemies arena things I could do but I’ll look into that later, I did all the crew challenges and side mission outside of those type of things.

Story and character wise it was a bit of a mixed bag, there were a lot of things I like and couple things I really didn’t like, but all in all I had fun, the gameplay was excellent, and most likely I will play it again, to co-op with buddies or to try out different vault hunters.

Putting more in-depth thoughts about some story and character things under the cut, extreme major spoiler warning as I’ll be talking about like big plot moments and such.

I quite like most of the new characters they introduced in this, I’ve only played Fl4k and loved them, but from everything I’ve seen I feel like I’ll love the other new vault hunters as well. The Calypso twins were delightful villains, very entertaining but also like I couldn’t wait to get to kill them lmao. And then there’s like Ava, I loved her and her relationship with Maya that was good stuff. And Wainwright I quite liked as well, and I was very happy that Hammerlock finally has a boyfriend and is in a good relationship. And also Lorelei and Clay were both good too, tho I probably like Lorelei more of those haha.

How it handled some old characters tho.... That’s a bit mixed. Like I liked a lot of them: Lilith, Eliie, Tannis, Maya, Zer0, Sir Hammerlock.... Even Rhys! They got Rhys down surprisingly well in my opinion! Obviously he was bit more comedic and doofy but like it was still reminiscent of how Rhys acted in like comedic moments of tales, I could recognize where they got his personality from and so on, it was fine!

...Which makes it even more baffling that they fucked up Vaughn so completely that with Vaughn it feels like the writer maybe got a super vague description of the character at best which had been passed down through multiple people twisting it around like a game of broken telephone. I just don’t understand where they pulled some character traits for him at all.... During the game I tried my best to ignore his existence, which worked well for a long while until the game made you go back to pandora and made him story relevant again, god every time he spoke my reaction was like “please shut up...”

But. I knew that was coming. The Commander Lilith DLC and promotional pics and so on made it clear ahead of time that I would not like Borderlands 3 Vaughn. I had had time to go through the stages of grief and resign to being all well I’m gonna be one of those salty tales fans and keep on drawing content of like tales Vaughn and ignore the rest of the canon for him.

So anyway I was really liking the story during like the Promethea Atlas Vs. Maliwan Arc actually, Rhys and Zer0 and their interactions were fun, Katagawa was an enjoyable villain as well, I just hope the fandom don’t make him annoying to me... So yeah that arc was good and fun.... and then the Promethea Vault happened. I am still a bit on the fence about how I feel about Maya getting killed off. On one hand, I did not see that coming and it did get an emotional “Nooo D:” reaction out of me, which well I’ve seen games with similar character getting killed off scenes that are supposed to be a big deal but my reaction is just like “ok”, like Borderlands 2 with Roland for example. But like yeah I didn’t want her to die, and it feels like kind of a waste cos let’s face it in 2 she didn’t have that much personality since the game didn’t do voice lines for the vault hunters reacting to the story etc. So now she was finally getting to be her own character I feel like aaaand then she dies. :/

And then we moved on to the Eden 6 arc and initially I was excited all Oh get to meet Hammerlock’s Boyfriend! But soon my excitement soured............

So Aurelia’s evil now huh.... And like cartoonishly evil...... Man I hate what they did with Aurelia in this game, it really smashed my good mood coming from the promethea arc to this.... Like in pre-sequel sure she kept claiming herself to be evil and a bitch and so on, but yet when Jack did like actually horrible shit she did not agree with those, she felt bad about Felicity’s fate and didn’t agree with Jack killing the scientist, she even objected when Jack was killing off all claptraps! But nah here’s she’s evil, murdering people left and right and also fucked Troy Calypso cos idk she evil now  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Like god............ I really didn’t expect Aurelia of all the characters whose portrayal I’d be having this much issues but here we are... I guess I’m more pissed about it atm cos as I said with Vaughn I knew what was coming, but with Aurelia I kinda feel Bait and switched by the promotional material cos in all of those that I saw they showed like both the Hammerlocks and Wainwright standing next to each other so you know I was expecting her to be an ally, like maybe she and Alistair had started to tolerate each other and so on but NOPE! Go kill this character you like! Thanks a lot gearbox...

That’s the major issues I had with characters I suppose, Tho it is a bit disappointed Maya and Zer0 were only vault hunters from 2 that showed up. Would’ve been fun to get more personality for more of them. I did find some echo logs involving Krieg at one point which were interesting, aaaand according to like the sort of background filler assets Axton does porn now lmao. Also hmm where were Athena and Janey? Fiona and Sasha? So many characters missing... I know they’ve said probably more characters show up in dlcs, but still. Story wise kinda funny tho, like did Lilith contact the vault hunters from 2 for help at all? Were all of them like “sry I’m busy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “??

Also one weird bit about the Eden 6 arc, it felt kiiinda out of place for borderlands that there were npcs being all “Oh man I sure love the Jakobs family they treat me well”, borderlands has sorta been all “the gun corporation suck” beforehand... I suppose the Promethea arc was bit too pro corporation in some way, but with that at least mostly the npc I saw were like “Rhys says he’s trying to do good with atlas... hm we shall see how that’ll pan out...” suspicion, but with the Jakob there were characters being all oh Jakobs is so great such good corporation :)

At the end side of the game you could get sooo much lore about like sirens which I loved, translating the eridian artifact things like clarified on like how sirens come to be and all which is great! According to that siren in her life can choose who specifically inherits her powers after she dies, or “release her powers into the unknown” which when described kinda gave me the impression that it’ll pass those onto some baby that’s born at some point, which yay clarification on the whole are sirens born as sirens or do they get their powers later: answer is both!

And it appears that Angel decided to pass her powers onto Tannis before she died? Which is interesting. And aw Maya chose Ava to inherit her powers.

That ending tho..... uhhh isn’t Elpis an inhabited place? How did that whole thing affect the people living on elpis lmao....?

And god that ending credits song, it is fitting but I just can’t take it seriously asfsfdggs...

i guess I’ll now move onto talking about the gameplay....

The gameplay was great. Same old Borderlands gameplay except with some improvements making it better, and that is exactly what I wanted from the game.

I especially love the way the guns are now and how much variety there is between the manufacturers, and even within them! Like previously I rarely liked to use shotguns in borderlands games, but in this one I fell in love specifically with the Maliwan Shockwave shotguns, and when one I had started to be too low leveled I desperately tried looking for new one everywhere lol.

And also Atlas gun’s smart bullet gimmick is so good especially now that I played on console, I know I joked about that before the game came out I’m sorry Rhys lol.

I really enjoyed the environments in the game, the planets looked cool and unique, and the maps were interesting. And god some of them are so huge! Which does cause some issue tho... They are weirdly stingy with ammo vending machines. In previous games they usually had ammo vending machines before like boss fight rooms, but in this one nope! Most of the time they only have those in like beginning of the map or like where fast travel points are? That’s annoying... And another issue is that the maps are big and sorta maze-like at times, so even though you have the mission marker in the mini map, I still needed to constantly open the map to see how to get to it, you can’t just go straight in the direction of the mission marker.

Gotta say, I was bit disappointed that we only visited Athenas to get Maya, I was hoping we’d return there cos the planet was very pretty but nope....

Fl4k’s gameplay was really fun, I got the skill that lets fl4ks pet heal you and man that skill is a lifesaver, there were some boss fights I survived purely because of Mr Chew keeping me alive by reviving me lol.

I did encounter few glitched that caused me to have to restart the game cos some mission objective got stuck somewhere and I couldn’t advance, that was a bit annoying. But it was only very few and like well into the game, compared to the hours I played it feels like a pretty good track record for playing a game right on it’s release haha.

So uh yeah. In summary again: Extremely fun gameplay, mixed bag story and characters. Had fun, will play again.

[the-iron-orchid]

The Garden Party

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Pairing: Jinana x Vida, ~1700 words (yeah it got away from me lol)

Warnings: In public, (magical) fingering, squirting, rampant misuse of magic, general explicitness, spider mention (oh Jinana)

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Anyone who is anyone is attending the Countess’s garden parties these days; after years of the Palace being closed to the public, it seems that she is keen to bring this particular tradition back.

It’s a shame, Jinana thinks to hirself, that the nobles are by and large such a dreadful bore to be around. The only thing s/he has really found to occupy hir attention is a large orb weaver who has taken up residence in one of the hedges. This did not seem to endear hir to the woman who saw hir letting it walk over hir fingers and dangle from its strand of silk to be admired.

Glancing over the gathered partygoers, s/he spots a familiar face, one that brings back fond memories of the other Masquerade. For the moment, they are seated alone, a glass of Golden Goose to hand. Jinana touches the ring of copper wire on hir left thumb, hir lips moving only the tiniest bit as s/he sends a magical message for Vida’s ears alone.

[You look as bored as I feel... but I’ve got a little game for us, if you want to liven things up.]

S/he sees Vida start very slightly, then discreetly look about, until their eyes meet across the garden. Jinana smiles and lifts hir own glass in a small salute before taking a sip.

[Oh? What kind of game did you have in mind? I hope it’s the kind I’m thinking of.] Vida, too, smiles.

They continue their back-and-forth for a few more short messages, outlining the rules of the ‘game’. 

And then it’s time to play.

Having had warning, Vida is (for the moment) able to keep it off of their face when the hand of magical force appears beneath their skirt, running slowly along one leg. As with all mage hand spells, Jinana is able to feel what the hand does, a ghostly echo of sensation. Almost anything hir own hand can do, the spell’s hand can do as well, with the finest touch.

S/he can certainly feel Vida’s leg tense as the magical hand traces along the skin of their inner thigh, soft as a whisper. Jinana briefly wishes that the spell could leave the impression of hir nails in that tender flesh… but there are other ways to leave a lovely little mark, something to remind Vida of this when they find it later.

“Ah, Magician Aditya…” Jinana glances up at the person who approaches; being alone at the table, s/he does not have much excuse to turn xem away. Xe is a regular at Heron’s shop, after all.

The first thing one learns as a combat-trained mage is to divide one’s attention - to maintain concentration on one’s spells while dodging, moving, or even when struck in battle. Master Borgia saw to it when they were young, but s/he doubts that he ever expected his pupil to use the ability for what s/he is doing now - holding idle conversation with a minor noble with one part of hir consciousness, and continuing the game with Vida with the rest.

The magical hand has been visiting languid, teasing caresses to their thighs, approaching but never quite reaching their junction. It runs feather-light along the crease of one hip, and a covert glance shows Jinana that it’s a little harder for Vida to hide their reaction to this. Still, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet.

There’s nothing underneath that pretty floral skirt of theirs, but then it is a warm day. The touch of the magical hand continues to describe the delta between their legs - just beneath the softness of their belly, down the joining of the other hip. Jinana can feel their infinitesimal movement toward the touch.

Running back to the inner thigh, the fingers give a sudden, sharp little pinch. Vida manages not to jump when it happens, though faint color begins to rise in their cheeks, very fetching. It only increases as more little pinches come, each immediately soothed with a caress.

[Very good, priya. I would mark your thighs with my teeth if I could, but this will have to do.]

A shudder goes through Vida’s body. [You are a terrible tease, ser] comes the reply.

“And how is your family doing? I trust the tonic has helped with everyone’s allergies?” Jinana smiles at hir conversational partner, not missing a beat as the fingers of the magical hand finally walk their way to the top of Vida’s thighs.

S/he can’t feel heat through the spell, but s/he most certainly can sense the wetness encountered as the fingers glide delicately along the tender lips there, and a quick look shows their flush deepening.

But then, it is a warm day.

Jinana’s conversational partner is well-occupied in talking about xer household and indulging in some mild gossip; all s/he must do is to nod and make commiserating noises at appropriate moments.

The spectral fingers tease and tickle until Jinana can feel Vida’s legs and hips trying to squirm in the seat, little motions just barely held in check. Only then does s/he send two of them to part the slick folds and start pushing gently into Vida’s welcoming body. Their legs shudder, the walls of their cunt gripping down in need, but so far the only outward evidence on their face is the pinkness that is steadily spreading itself down their neck and chest.

That changes as the thumb of the magical hand nestles itself against their clit, and as the whole hand begins moving they must disguise a gasp as a little cough.

“Oh, is that the Praefectus? I do have some business with em, if you’ll excuse me…”

“I understand.” Jinana smiles. “I’m so glad your family is doing well, do enjoy the rest of the party.” All the while, the rhythmic movement of the magical hand does not cease.

When Jinana looks again, Vida has leaned forward a bit at their table, resting on their elbows. Under their skirt and the table, their thighs have spread themselves a little wider, their hips making small involuntary rocking motions with the movement of the hand.

A flash of white draws hir eye, and s/he sees someone approaching Vida’s table… someone unmistakable.

Asra Al-Nazar. As a fellow magician, he is quite likely to know just what is going on here.

Jinana does not stop what s/he is doing.

“Ah, Vida, I’m sorry I’m late. How are you enjoying the party? Is it, ah...  entertaining enough for you?” A little smirk curls one side of his lips, and his violet eyes flick directly to Jinana hirself for a long moment, before returning to Vida. “You look a little heated, habibe. Here.” He reaches into his sash and pulls out a folding fan, opening it up to reveal that it is painted with the image of a fox and a crescent moon. He wafts it at Vida lazily, propping his other arm on the table and resting his chin on his hand. “It’s warm today, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes!” Vida blurts out, but this has less to do with agreement, and more to do with the way Jinana has begun curling the magical fingers inside of them. Their cheeks are now quite pink, their hands gripping the edge of the table. With the abundant wetness that hir conjured fingers are moving in now, s/he wonders if Asra can hear what’s going on under that table.

He only continues to fan Vida, whose breathing is now much more rapid, their cleavage rising and falling with it. “Usually you’re so good with the heat,” he says, with a clearly exaggerated concern.

But Vida doesn’t have the breath or the will to answer this; Jinana doesn’t allow it. The magical fingers inside them press hard against a very certain spot as they move, and the ghostly thumb flicks rapidly over their swollen clit.

Presently, Vida can only lay their head down against the table, fighting hard to keep their hips from bucking violently as their twitching cunt clamps down on the false fingers inside of them. They do somehow manage to keep from crying out as the orgasm takes them, the table mostly hiding the little jerks of their pelvis as they soak their lovely skirt with each spasm. 

It’s always so satisfying when they squirt.

Jinana smiles as Vida slumps further against the table, and Asra gives hir a sidelong look as he continues to wave the fan. S/he merely returns the look mildly, withdrawing the magical hand, but s/he does not yet dispel it.

Their master also taught them a secret technique of his, one intended to allow the combat mage to use spells that normally require being far too close to a target - even close enough to touch. But with skill and finesse, one can use the mage hand to deliver such spells at a distance.

S/he does this now to magically leave Vida’s skirt and thighs and seat perfectly clean and dry once more, a discreet little form of aftercare. Finally letting the magical hand dissipate, Jinana sends another message.

[Thank you for the lovely diversion, darling. But look lively now; you have company.]

Vida jerks their head up from the table just as the Countess comes into view, her garnet eyes taking in the pinkness of their skin, their breaths only just starting to slow, perhaps the faint trembling of their limbs. Of course, the eyes of the court follow the Countess wherever she goes, and they follow her now, to Vida.

“Are you well, Vida? I saw you seem to wilt. You’re not feeling faint, are you?”

“F-fine, Milady! Just… just got a little overheated, is all.” The flush intensifies with their mortification. “I’ll be fine.”

Suppressing a smirk, Jinana rises from hir own seat, beckoning a passing servant to follow hir with the tray of iced sharbats they are carrying.

“Oh, Vida,” s/he says, hir voice sweet as the sharbat with solicitous concern. “You do look so flushed, I thought you might want something nice and cool.” S/he seats hirself next to Vida, smiling as the servant places elegant gold-rimmed glasses of iced pomegranate sharbat on the table before them. 

“It’s so warm today, isn’t it?”

[henryobsessed]

The Borrower and Her Bean

Summery: Melina lives in the wall between two houses with her family. What happens when lockdown is put in place and her Bean (Henry Cavill) is home.

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: Nothing Yet :) 

A/N @witcherfan​ thank you for the request for a Borrower Henry Fic lets see where my brain will take this lol - I just watched the borrowers for the first time yesterday 😜 

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Part 2

Part 1 –

Melina enjoyed listening to the sounds of the morning, it was her normal waking practice to listen first before she opened her eyes. She could hear sounds of the wind rustling through the blades of grass outside her bedroom. The sounds of the crickets chirping a good morning to each other and the frogs singing their morning tunes. Everything sounded as it should except today there was a new sound, a sound that signalled a change.

She opened her eyes her heart beating faster now that she had heard him, the heavy footfall of the bean that lived in their house. Melina loved their house, in fact, they lived between two wonderful muse houses. There was another family that lived all the way down at the other end of this set of muses but these two were all theirs.

The house to their right was great fun, the beans that lived there had parties all the time. With lots of dancing and loud music that mum and dad were always complaining about. Melina and her brothers loved it. The one thing her mum and dad did not complain about was the food. Because they had so many parties the beans never noticed the missing food. Lots of fruit, cheese, meat pies and salami’s perfect sizes for her father and brothers to bring home. It was a good thing too because the bean who lived on their left was often gone for months at a time. If they had to borrow food from him, they would have starved or would have had to resort to getting food from the other borrowers.

Apart from the lack of food though Melina loved his house. Because it was empty most of the time, they had free reign. Her twin brothers Greg and Carson had worked out how to turn on the bean’s computer and between the two of them had even managed to play one of the beans games. Laughing she thought about the last time the bean had come home. Watching from a hole in the wall she had seen him turn on the computer and go bright red as his game had come on the screen. The boys must have done terribly because he had jumped up and stalked about the room swearing “Bloody hackers, destroying my hours of work. *&^%$ how did they even get past my firewalls” He had spent at least 3 days glued to the machine trying to undo what they had done.

Melina had two favourite things to do when he was not home. He had these statues that he liked to paint, of warriors and monsters. This time while he was away, she had gotten up the courage to paint her own statue, the paintbrushes were small so easy for her to use and sometimes she would paint for hours. There was a little part of herself that hoped that he would like the work she had done even if he never told her directly. Her absolute favourite thing to do was to sit on the windowsill in his bedroom. She could see the whole world from the window and at night if she was feeling really brave, she would sneak up there with a pillow and blanket and fall asleep watching the moon and the twinkling stars in the deep indigo sky.

He was home now so life would change, they would go back to living in the shadows. Only coming out at night and living in fear of being seen. Melina hated this, sometimes she would look up at those stars and wish with all her might that she would change from a borrower to a bean. Then maybe, maybe her heart's desire would come true. You see Melina was 25yrs old, there were no borrowers her age to go courting with. If she was really honest with herself, she would admit that she wanted to be with her bean, but that was the ultimate betrayal of her emotions to want something that could never happen.

Swinging her legs over the side of the bed she put her feet into the cotton balls that she used for slippers. Stretching her toes, she stood her full 4inch of height. Her room was along the wall that had ventilation to the outside facing the garden. She had chosen this spot because she loved watching the animals play in the grass and often, she would watch her bean playing with his big shaggy friend. She smelled the fresh air and turned looking casually in the pocket mirror her daddy had borrowed for her. She fixed her dark brown hair up into a braid that curled around her head. Smiling as it made her 4 inches just that little bit taller.

She changed into her day dress and walked down the hall to the room they used for a kitchen. She had dawdled this morning and the image that greeted her told her she was late. Everyone was sitting around the dining table, which was a small Jar that Daddy and the boys had scavenged from my bean’s pantry. Mum had made a tablecloth out of a piece of cloth the boys had found by the computer; it was a perfect size and she always laughed at the image of a doggie on it and the words glasses cleaner underneath. She sat on her die seat and grabbed a grape.

A loud pitter-patter could be heard running alongside the wall and sniffing, everyone froze. Daddy put his finger to his mouth admonishing us to be silent. My stomach fluttered as I heard the deep rumbling of my bean “Kal what have you found?” the puppy yipped and continued to sniff at the wall. Fear and hope mingled as Melina heard footsteps come to a halt by our room, as we all stayed silent. My bean’s deep rumble was so close as he praised “Silly puppy, I can’t hear anything, but I might put out some mouse traps ok buddy? Good Job” as both sets of pitter patters and footfalls retreated, we collectively let out our breaths. “That was close” mummy breathed as she mopped her brow with her apron.

Daddy eyed the boys and me, a frown on his face “Looks like he bought his puppy with him so you will all have to be incredibly careful if you venture into the house. I would prefer that you did not go into the house while he’s here, he is never here long, but your adults……. Or at least close to it” he said looking at the twins who had just turned 18. I hated when daddy got strict, I’m an adult granted unmated but still, I should be able to make my own decisions. I glance at my brothers who seem to be also grumbling under their breath. Don’t get me wrong I love my mum and dad, but they are old fashioned, they have lived with the motto that Borrowers should never be seen. That we should be quiet, cautious, brave and inconspicuous. Greg spoke up for all of us, looking for agreement from Carson and myself before saying “ok dad”

I was frustrated, I had been so close to finishing my statue. Instead, I spent the day sitting by my vent writing. I liked writing I could escape into a fantasy world where my dreams could become realty rather than just a thought in my head. As the day sky became dark and the stars came out I itched to sit on my sill. My bean and his puppy should be asleep. After saying goodnight to my family I crept up the brickwork steps to the small hole I had made in the wall under his bedside table. It sat up against his window to provide a perfect way to get to the sill. As I peeked out into the room, I saw his puppy sleeping at the end of my beans bed. I watched for a good 15mins to make sure he was asleep.

The beautiful puppy was a huge black and white animal. Once she heard the tell-tale snore from the bear's mouth she breathed a sigh. She was surprised her bean had not seen her rope hanging from his bedside table it had been there now for the last few years and it never seemed to be found. Gaining her footing she made the steep climb up the side of the table. Reaching the top she paused, listening, watching, her adrenaline pumping so hard she could hear her heartbeat in her ears. She slowed her breathing and made the final climb to the sill.

Now she was this high she could see not only the world outside but she could see her bean. He was tucked up under the covers, only his face and his curly hair tussled into a mop on top of is head could be seen.

A gentle snore could be heard from his parted lip letting Melina know that he was in a deep sleep. She watched him for a while, she knew it was wrong but there was something comforting watching this gentle giant. Turning around she settled herself into the crook of the window from here she could see the stars and the moon as well as her bean. Again, she made her wish to the stars, her desire to be loved and to love, her desire for the one she could never have.

As she relaxed, she heard a small whimper coming from the bed. Her bean’s face scrunched up creasing his forehead as more whimpers made their way out of his mouth. Hoping to soothe rather than awaken she moved to the bedside table and hid behind the books he had stacked up ready to read. Softly at first, she began to sing a lilting lullaby. As she sang his whimpers settled down, she continued to sing until she could hear the gentle snore again. Moving back to the window she looked out to the night sky and whispered, “Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Stars watch over us tonight.” Then before she could fall asleep she made the long journey back to the safety of her bed.

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[pinkykitten]

The time in Summervale: 2

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy, fluff, angst 

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), ruthy (maid), jakob (duke of linwyn), christopher (prince of linwyn)

Words: 3,560

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a  primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents?

Authors Note: sorry if i havent posted in a while or posted this in a while ive just been very busy but im glad i found the time to write this cuz this is like my bby. i worked hard on this idea and the writing. i love how this is going the pace and everything lol this reminds me of the choice game. i hope u guys like this and im sorry if this sucks as always i got my inspiration from this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles​​

“Come again I think I misheard you.” You gulped as you wish this was a nightmare and soon you would wake up. 

“I think you heard me right. Today you are meeting your future husband. Prince Jakob, Duke of Linwyn. You met him before.”

“When? Wait that doesn’t even matter-”

“When you were about six years of age. I understand that was when you were a very young girl but you and him played for ages and you both looked so lovely together. This has been my dream ever since that day.”

“It may be your dream but not mine,” you muttered under your breath. 

“Oh well please do speak up y/n you know I hate the mumbling.”

“I don’t even remember him! You never even asked me if this is what I wanted. Never got my input on the matter.”

“That is where you are wrong. I did too ask you. A few months ago during dinner I had asked you about him and you seemed to agree to the marriage.”

“Blast my stupid mind. Why must I always day dream?” You probably were thinking about inventions at the time of this conversation and did not remember it. 

“Besides it is not your decision whether you marry or not and to whom you marry. It is your parents. That is how me and your father came together. It was an arranged marriage but as you can see me and your father are very happy and we love each other.”

“You two were the lucky ones. I know how this ends mother, and it is heart ache and despair. It is pain and sorrow. To put two people together that know nothing about each other is wrong. It will end in failure.”

“That is why your job as a woman and future wife is to make sure this marriage stays in place and lasts. You do what it takes.”

“So if this marriage fails it is my fault? And the whole world sees it that way?” You were flabbergasted to hear such horrid rules as a woman in royalty. 

“Please sit my dear.” You did as your mother said and sat back in your vanity chair. “I know you are frightened as I was too but when you meet him you are going to never be apart. He is a good man and I know he is going to love you unconditionally.”

You felt like weeping right there. You didn’t want a husband. Maybe later but not in the prime of your life. You were still deciding on what purpose do you have in this life. It was too much. Your lips quivered, “mother I don’t want to get married. I do not know this person can’t you understand my side and let me choose who I want. Can’t you wait and let it be my decision. Please.”

Athela kissed your cheek, “I’m sorry but what’s done cannot be undone. He will be here any minute so please get ready. Ruthy make sure you cover those scars on her face, they are very ugly. Y/n, why have you not been using the creams I have given you?”

A tear fell down your cheek, you felt miserable. “I am not sure mother.” Your voice came out almost like a whisper. 

“Well make sure you use it 3 times a day now that Prince Jakob is coming, we do not want him running away now.” She chuckled as she left your room. 

You were used to this treatment and feeling unloved. You kept things bottled up inside never letting it spill. Your emotions were always hidden. You built a dam for your tears. 

“My apologies your grace,” Ruthy said. 

“I tried my hardest and did not succeed. That will forever be my greatest regret.” You stared at your reflection, hating what you saw. You were starting to feel disgust when you looked at your scars and bumps that littered your face. Not only that but you were hating what you were. You were being forced into something you did not want to do. You were letting yourself be dragged into this mess and you didn’t even put up a fight. This is your life, you were going to be stuck with a stranger for the rest of your life and there was nothing you could do. You - like many other times - hated your name and the royalty and wished it would all disappear. 

“Why don’t I run you a bath? Maybe that will relax you a little,” Ruthy suggested. 

As she was finished with that you got undressed and stepped inside. Goosebumps ghosted up your thighs, your stomach, breasts and arms. Even though you did enjoy a good bath it still didn’t make things any better. You sank yourself into the water, forgetting - just for a second - about all your worries. Ruthy washed out your hair and assisted you in getting dried. Again you sat on the vanity chair and Ruthy put powder all over your face adding extra to make sure everything was covered like your mother said. Your skin looked flawless and although you wished you looked like that it was not the truth. 

“Now what to do with this hair?” Ruthy thought for a moment then snapped her fingers. “I have just the thing.” She brought back a diamond clip to scrunch up your hair. She put your hair up. Trying to cover the fact that a piece of your hair was shorter than the rest. “There we go. Good as new.”

“It looks beautiful Ruthy. Thank you.” You had wished Ruthy was doing your hair for maybe a cake ball or a convention about flowers but instead this was for meeting your future husband. 

“Now, this is the dress her royal highness wanted you to wear.” Ruthy picked up a voluptuous dress that laid on your bed. It was silky and the color of baby pink. To your mother it was angelic, to you it was ghastly. 

“Oh dear what an ugly looking dress.”

“Your Grace, maybe you should give it a try. Everything on you looks beautiful even if it is ugly.”

“Thank you Ruthy, you always know what to say about a terrible situation.” With the help of Ruthy you managed to slip the dress on. Everything was tight and in place. It looked as if you were to be married today. 

You heard trotting of a horse and carriage nearby and you looked out your window. “Here they are.” You said in a monotone voice not even a little excited about your demise. 

“Oh alright now remember your Grace to stand straight with your head held high! This is your moment to shine. You are going to remember this for the rest of your days!” Ruthy panicked but you can tell she was ecstatic for you. It seemed like this was for her rather than you. “Let us go!” 

Ruthy walked out the room in a haste while you paused to take a look at your mixer on your desk. “You could of been my ticket out...” 

“Y/n! Y/n! Where are you?” Edward, your father called out. His head looking every which way. 

“I’m here father.” You walked behind Ruthy to finally greet your parents after the morning fiasco. 

“Look at you my dear angel. How is your hair?”

“Well the mixer took one piece away but the rest is there.”

“Oh look at her Edward doesn’t she just look like a gem,” your mother gasped in awe. “I knew this dress would be perfect for this occasion.”

“I am very happy you all are having fun,” you said sarcastically.

“Aw cheer up dear,” Edward rubbed your cheek. “I hear this lad is very smart and a charmer. All the ladies fall for him.”

You rolled your eyes as the servants opened the door to your residence. It moved slowly because of its length. It was an enormous door that when closed sounded like thunder. It was a cream color with gold engraved in it. The large door opened and your parents walked with you in the middle. 

“Smile or else,” Athela gritted through her teeth. She along with your father wore big smiles. You faked yours. Seeing the norm in this facade. 

You all stood by the carriage awaiting. 

“Are they ever going to come out?” You whispered in turn getting a slap on your arm from your mother. 

The valet hopped out of the carriage and held onto the door but first he had to announce them. “Prince Jakob, Duke of Linwyn.” The valet opened the door and out came a tall, young man with brown hair. He came out of the carriage, buttoned his coat and looked up into your eyes. His eyes were light and looked so young and full of life. His lips were full as they formed into a smile. He had these boyish charms and a look of innocence yet sexuality. He was handsome! You were a bit taken back.

“See I told you he was cute,” Athela chuckled. 

“Christopher Friss, Prince of Linwyn.”

“His father? I did not know his father was coming here too.” 

“Of course. He needs to see if you are a good match for his son. Besides we have been friends with him forever.” Athela nodded her head forward. 

Out came this taller man that was thicker in size. His hand that grasped onto the size of the carriage was big and had veins that were visible from working hard. His clothing style was impeccable. His hair was a light blonde but also with a hint of salt and pepper colors, slicked back and in a pony tail. His neck was thick like bark and his face was obviously older than his son. His strong, brown eyes looked at you and you were blown away. You could barely breathe and you didn’t know if this was from your corset or how he was looking at you. Your eyes widened and your lips were parted. You were bashful at seeing how handsome this man was. In that moment you wondered what his lips would feel like since you never kissed any one before. You were so innocent compared to him. He looked like he had been through war, he’s been through life, through the challenges. His tall body loomed over his son and the rest. You pushed back your hair as it became very hot in that moment. The Prince smiled as well. It was like floating on a cloud but then reality was setting in and you hated this moment. Your smile died and became a frown. In no way did you want this!

“Welcome, welcome old friends! You remember me and my wife?” Edward pointed to his wife. Jakob and Christopher greeted Athela. “And here is my daughter, Princess y/n, Duchess of Summervale.”

You took a step forward. “Hello your Grace, your Royal Highness. Please forgive me that I do not remember a lot of you two, but I hope we can make fond memories here.”

Jakob took a bow and kissed your hand, “pleasure to meet you after so long.”

“Welcome.”

Next came Christopher, the father. He was a tower compared to you. You had to look up to meet his eyes. Christopher took a bow and kissed your hand. It sent sparks coursing through your veins. He looked like a beast amongst you. You on the other hand looked like a little, fragile bird. You curtsied. “My, you have grown y/n.”

“Hopefully better but who knows,” you giggled at your own joke knowing you were much more prettier in the youth than now. 

Christopher smiled, “you have grown into a beautiful young lady. Thank you for letting us into your home.”

You bit your lip as your eyes met the floor, too shy to greet his. He noticed this and his smile grew wider to something sincere.

“It is a great honor to have you here, Sir,” your voice sounded like a song to Christopher’s ears. A spark was sent off within him as well hearing you call him sir. It was your duty and his title but coming from you meant more to him. The time away from your mother and father was getting to become too long and the quiet seconds went away silent and very awkward. 

“Y/n?” Your mother, Athela, called. 

“Yes mother,” you twirled back to your place beside your two strict parents. 

“Sweetheart,” Athela’s eyes kept going back and forth between Christopher’s, Jakob’s, and Edward’s. “Address our guests.”

Your father, Edward, grumbled, “yes, yes, yes. Please let us have lunch in the dining room.”

“We would gladly love that,” Jakob grinned whilst looking at you. 

Athela made you stand by Jakob so you two lingered behind the group while the ‘adults’ talked. 

“My, it really is a great pleasure to meet you after all these years.”

“Please Jakob my name is not my its y/n. Do remember who you are going to have lunch with,” you joked. Sending him into a fit of laughter.

“You have not changed one bit.”

“Sh*t! Do I still look like a 5 year old?”

Jakob’s eyes widened with you cursing. It was not in a duchess nature to curse. 

“Please do not tell my mother, she would practically kill me.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

What you didn’t notice though was the way Christopher lit up with hearing you curse. 

“I’m glad we have many days to be together. I want to know all about you.” Jakob played nervously with his fingers. 

“I do not think so.”

“Of course I do. I want to know your hobbies. What makes you smile? What’s your favorite book? I want to know everything about you, I mean you are to be my wife. We should know our deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Oh dear you are not going to be amused with my answers. I am really normal and plain once you scrub off the whole duchess thing.” You passed the huge statue of your great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather, phew. Passed the many, wide stairs that led to all the different types of rooms. Passed by the ginormous chandelier that looked like you grasped onto stars from the sky and planted them in your house. And walked onto the soft, dark red carpet leading into the dining room. 

Jakob sat beside you while Christopher sat in front of you and your mother sat beside you while your father sat beside Christopher. He gave you a half smile as you sat. You were too busy looking at his perfect, handsome complexion you knocked the cup of water that was left for you. The coldness dripped down your dress and soaked it. You tried your napkin but it was soaked as well. Athela rolled her eyes at your clumsiness. You were terribly embarrassed! 

“Here let me help you with that,” Jakob picked up your drenched napkin and started dabbing away at your dress. No one has touched you there before. Your face was becoming hot. You looked to see Christopher walking to the situation, angrily snatching the wet napkin from his son and giving you his dry, napkin. 

“What was that about? I was only trying to help.” 

Christopher glared at his son and with a low voice said, “you don’t ever touch her like that without her permission. She is a lady, you show her respect.”

You kept quiet and pretended you didn’t hear a thing. “Thank you,” you whispered to both men. Christopher handed you sweetly his cup of water. 

“I am very sorry, your Royal Highness.” Edward said. “My daughter is very clumsy. Why this morning she was trying to-”

“Bread!” You yelled. 

Everyone looked at you oddly but you were trying to dodge the morning fiasco. 

People were eating, talking, getting down to business but all you wanted to do was think of a new invention. There has to be something out there that you could invent that could change someone’s life. 

“Sweetheart, sweetheart,” Athela snapped her fingers to disrupt your day dreaming. “Tell them that one time you matched your best friend and that handsome very tall prince together. You were a match maker.”

“That was only one time mother. They were all over each other even before I suggested the thought of them being together.”

“But you still purposed it. Our daughter loves that stuff. Loves love and romance and marriage.”

You felt like shouting and disagreeing with your mother but what was done was done. You didn’t understand love since you didn’t truly feel it and you for one did not want to get married. 

“Don’t you dear?”

You nodded as you played with your food. 

“Tell them what you like, my love,” Athela tapped your shoulder. 

With excitement running through your veins you almost squealed at that question, “oh where do I start! I love inven-”

Athela stomped on your toes and frowned at you. She hated when you talked about your love for inventing. She thought it was a waste of time and very unattractive. 

Christopher looked worried as he knitted his brows. 

“I love...makeup and beauty. My hobbies are shopping and buying,” you said with a drag. 

“Oh my dear y/n you are just a doll,” Athela tapped your chin to sit up straight so as not to have a double chin. 

“Jakob why don’t you tell duchess y/n about your love for traveling?” Christopher said while dabbing his mouth. 

Jakob sipped his tea, “yes, indeed. My hobbies are traveling. I love going to different places, its like going to new worlds. Its so unique and inspiring others cultures.”

Your eyes lit up hearing his adventurous life style, wishing it was you. “Really? I never knew this. Where have you been?”

“I’ve been to Africa, China and many more. Every place I’ve been to has been so beautiful.”

“Wow.” You leaned your head against your palm. “What a life. I wish I could go.”

“Oh don’t be silly dear those places are so far away from here why would you want to leave?” Your mother wiped her mouth like a lady. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you one day,” Jakob whispered as he winked. 

“And what about you, Sir. What do you like to do?” You raised your brow, asking Christopher.  

“Me? I did not know you would be interested to know about an old man like me.”

“I want to know the most about both of you. You are our guest.” 

“Well I enjoy books. I have a whole collection of books in my library.”

“Wait? You have a library? How big?” You were like a child in a candy shop. 

“Bigger than a ship,” Christopher motioned closer to you. 

“Oh my. Who is your favorite author?”

“Terry P. Whilliams, he wrote-”

“The Way of the World. I enjoyed the book so much and he is one of my favorite authors. He is just so-”

“Real.”

“And very truthful.” You clutched your dress. 

“He wrote that passage that said how the sun and moon cannot live without each other. Without the sun there is no light, no morning. Without the moon there is no darkness, no night. He compared humans to that. Humans cannot live without each other. Humans love.”

You held your breath. Yes you read the passage but hearing it come out of his mouth made it so much more dramatic and moving. “Yes, I do remember that.”

Jakob scoffed, “boring! Sorry my father is such a bore.”

“Oh no he is very not that. I am a reader as well. I love reading about everything.”

“Remember what I told you,” Athela gritted through her teeth. 

Christopher saw that and saw how sad your whole demeanor became. Your smile faded as well as your enthusiasm and you pardoned yourself quietly.

“I am excited for today’s masquerade ball. I haven’t been to one in a while and I feel as if I do need to let off some steam and enjoy the ambiance of,” Jakob inhaled, “my people.”

He was a party animal. Liked the setting, drinking, the ladies why of course, that was every young, single, mans dream and happy place. To you though it made you less attracted to him. You were an outsider, anti-social. Somebody who chose the comforts of her sad, pampered room rather than dance the night away with people who didn’t care about her. 

“I’m glad, my dear.” Athela ate a piece of her salad. “You deserve it. Besides it is for you and y/n.”

“May I ask who will be attending?”

“A couple of y/n’s friends. Jamila-”

“Jamila will be going?” You asked.

Your mother nodded. 

You wanted to shoot up from your seat. Jamila Hassan, Princess of Saad. She was your best friend. She was the only person you felt that understood you. She was like a sister to you. 

 “And also Lilo, Meera-”

You groaned hearing Meera. She was royal, snotty and spoiled. She loathed your guts. She was a hypocrite, and a liar. She was a terrible person. “Why mother-” You said no more when your mother glared at you again for what felt like the 50th time that evening. This ball was going to be way harder than you ever imagined. 

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Alana x MC (Hayley) - I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Alana x MC ( x Hayden x Sloane)

Title: I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Prompt: Home for Christmas

Summary: Alana promised she’d be home for Christmas, however, Hayley doesn’t believe her when it’s Christmas Eve night and she was supposed to be there already. Alana never breaks promises...right?

Word Count: 1700+

Tagging: @mlmichaelharrison @teamtomsato @kennaxval

A/N: Hi! This is my Christmas gift for my lovely friend @peachesandjoonie ! Merry Christmas Kate! I hope it’s special and you get everything you asked for... I’m assuming you only asked for gay books lol. Lots of love and happy holidays! 

Thanks for reading!

‘I’ll be home for christmas, babe x’ - 3:26AM, Dec. 24th

Hayley looks at the text on her phone, pushing her lips together after a handful of texts to Alana she finally replied. Her flight was supposed to be Christmas Eve morning and here it is Christmas Eve night and Hayley spent the entire time terrified something happened to her, despite Damien’s protests and assurance that Alana can handle herself.

She bites her lower lip before pocketing her phone walking into Nadia’s kitchen. The table littered with an abundance of food, she looks around at the different arrangements, all courtesy of a catering company she figured knowing her cousin after all. She swipes a macaroon off of the table, it’s purple in color and sweet as she bites into it, reminiscent of a flower type treat she shared in Paris with Sloane. Her mind still stuck on Alana...her lady in red.

“Are you okay? You look tense..” Hayden’s sweet voice breaks her out of thought, as she feels Hayden’s fingers working against her shoulders hitting all the spots that hurt. Hayley sighs in relief leaning into her perfect match's touch. She lets out a mix of a sigh and a moan as Hayden works out her most sensitive knot.  “Alana is fine, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, she just texted me.” Hayley shrugs, “It’s whatever. You try any of the macaroons yet?” Hayley asks turning her head to look at Hayden who wants to protests, but knows better and drops the subject turning her attention back to the table anointed with treats. The macaroons come in every pastel color she could think of, matching the Mochi on the tray beside it. Nadia was very color coordinated, even if Damien wasn’t.

“The pink one looks good.” Hayden nods, “Are they good?”

“Divine.” Hayley smiles, plucking the sugary sweet off the table turning to face her as she holds it up to her. Hayden laughs taking a bite of the sugary sweet still in Hayley’s hand, her tongue brushing the crumbs off of her lips. “Told you.” Hayley laughs, taking in Hayden for the first time all night. Her black top and a pink skirt she wore when they first meet, her black hair falling loosely off her shoulders, and her makeup minimum. She places the rest of the treaty into Hayden’s head leaning in placing a quick kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t worry about me, enjoy yourself. I bet you and Damien could have the most epic Just Dance 3 face off.” She laughs thinking about Hayden and Steve trying to do the dances in the game. Hayden laughs shaking her head taking Hayley’s hand.

“Stop hogging Hayley, Hayden!” Sloane yells from the living room. “Her equally wonderful girlfriend wants to spend time with her...and she promised to grab me a brownie.” The pair laugh as Hayley looks back up to meet Hayden’s gaze. She leans in pressing a kiss to her lips, the kiss is sweet and lingering. Hayden’s kisses back gentle with affection and care as though she doesn’t want to break Hayley.

“If I’m going back so are you, you heard Sloane, so let’s move it, missy.” Hayley doesn’t put up a fight laughing in response letting Hayden whisk her away back into the party, after securing Sloane’s treat her mind lingering back on Alana. She promised… she thought to herself, Alana doesn’t break promises. Or so she says.

Holding her heels in her hand, Hayley glances at her watch reading the time. Officially Christmas and still no sign of Alana, making her way into the lobby of her apartment complex. She holds tightly onto the heels in her hands, her clutch in her other hand smiling at security who nods her through making her way into the apartment’s elevator. The elevator ride doesn’t take long, just wanting to sleep into bed and sleep for hours, her mind starting to depart from Alana concealing the hurt in her heart. Slamming down the Mojitos at the end of the night was not her best move.

Stumbling into her apartment she drops her shoes onto the floor, closing the door behind her leaning against it with a heavy breath part steadying herself part keeping herself from falling apart. She knew being with Alana would be like this, but why did it actually hurt that she wasn’t here yet? She navigates into the living room dropping onto the couch to hear a swear word come from the person underneath causing Hayley to scream jumping up.

“I know some form of some protection, I’m just too drunk to remember the name!” Hayley threatens, grabbing the remote off of the table holding it up defensively. She squints trying to make out the figure in the darkness to see what she’s up against failing miserably.

“Pip down, Park.” The voice is familiar and Hayley can’t quite place it. “Also, defense 101, don’t tell the intruder you’re drunk or they’re going know they have the upper-hand.” Alana. Hayley stumbles forward to the couch clicking on the lap, lighting up her apartment finding Alana wearing her dress from the gala.

“How long have you been home?” Hayley asks, taking a seat beside Alana, her body brushing against Alana’s side.

“An hour and a half.” Alana answers, “Doesn’t matter anyway.”

“You got dressed for the party, but didn’t come?” Hayley asks, turning to look at Alana for the first time all night, her eyes heavy with tiredness, but just as beautiful as the last time she saw her. Her heart melting inside her chest watching the spy broken features as Alana’s eyes droop away from her own.

Alana shrugs, “Sometimes, the Kusuma’s don’t want to get drunk with their ex and their current’s weird collection of friends and family. And if Nadia grabbed Damien’s butt in front of us again, I may have to vomit.”

“Why are you being so defensive?” Hayley asks, wrapping her legs around Alana’s waist, clinging onto Alana’s form. Her arms wrapping around Alana’s waist snuggling her face into Alana’s neck breathing in the warmth and feeling of Alana’s body. “God I missed you.” She places a sweet kiss on Alana’s neck, trailing the kisses up further.

“God.. damn..” Alana huffs, wrapping her arms protectively around Hayley, holding her tightly. She pivots her head to rest on top of Hayley’s stopping her from lingering ticklish kisses to her neck. She inhales the scent of Hayley’s hair before placing a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re still my home, right Park?”

“I’ll always be your home, Alana.” She whispers in response. “You came home for Christmas.”

“I don’t break promises, babe,” Alana whispers, letting her hand run through Hayley’s hair, brushing her fingers through the strands of hair humming contently to herself. Before long the pair falls asleep in one another’s arms on the couch, Hayley’s body on top of Alana’s her face buried deep into Alana’s neck, with a blanket loosely draped over their bodies.

When Alana finally wakes up, she notices Hayley missing first her lips pulling into a frown as she forces herself quickly out of bed. She hated getting out of bed right away, there was a snooze button for a reason. She stands from the couch stretching her hands above her head as she moves into the kitchen noticing a cinnamon smell emanating from there.

Alana enters the kitchen to see Hayley wearing a half-unbuttoned white t-shirt from last night and her black lace panties. Alana bites onto her lower lip as she approaches her girlfriend, her arms falling around Hayley’s waist.

“God, you’re up too early.”

“Someone had to make breakfast.” Hayley giggles as Alana peppers the side of her face with kisses. She brushes Hayley’s hair off of her shoulder onto the other one giving her easier access to Hayley’s skin, teeth pulling playfully on Hayley’s ear earning a giggle. Her hands run down Hayley’s back towards her bottom half, getting a mix of a noise of shock and moan. “I’m gonna have to stop you, Nadia will be here soon and if you have me bent over the counter she’s going to scream.”

“Tease,” Alana whispers huskily into Hayley’s ear giving her behind a quick swat untangling herself from Hayley’s body she moves to throw her weight onto the counter beside her, placing her hands in her laps. “I got you a gift.”

“If it’s a pack of coupons for sex, I will kick you out.” Hayley laughs, getting an eye-roll out of Alana. She playfully nudges her legs with her foot. “Alright, what did you actually get me.” She asks, turning towards Alana who places a small wrapped present onto the table.

“It’s not much, but just to keep me in your heart when you’re missing me.” Alana shrugs pretending the gift isn’t as meaningful as it is. Hayley grins, tearing the wrapping paper off tossing it into the garbage behind her as she pulls the top off of the box. A dog tag with Alana’s name on it, sits in the box with a small ring with a red jewel built into the band. “My dad said to give it to someone special.”

Hayley bits onto her bottom lip, as she slides the ring onto her finger, holding out her hand in front of her to admire how it looks on her hand. She looks at Alana a few tears prickling the corner of her eyes. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” Alana shrugs, “So what’d you get me?”

“A key to my apartment.” She smiles, “So you can stop shimming open my window, one of these days you’re going to break it.” Hayley laughs, digging into her pocket producing the key placing it into Alana’s hand. “And of course I got you something else, but I’m not telling you what that is. You’ll see when everyone gets here.”

“Fine.” Alana shrugs, “Anyways, I’m gonna shower.” Hayley smiles, as Alana places a kiss onto her cheek.

“Welcome home, babe.” She smiles catching Alana’s eye as she turns the corner a grin forming on Alana’s lips as she makes her way into the bathroom closing the door with a soft thud behind her. Hayley looks back at the food blushing, stirring it with her wooden spoon. Alana never breaks her promises… she thinks to herself looking back at the ring on her finger.

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May I have this dance? (Amedot fic) (Rewrite)

One-Shot

Summary: 2. We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other (Prompt)

Notes:  So back in August, someone requested this for a prompt game. Originally this took over a week, due to brainstorming and being busy with school. I believe I’ve rewritten this two times since, so it went from 800 words (i think) to 1000 to 1700. I also changed the ending, so that’s why it’s way longer. Part of me is proud of it just because it took 2 days to write it and I worked hard on it, but the other part of me kind of hates it because it feels so fast paced and idk. I just don’t like my writing sometimes? lol. Anyways, enjoy.

Word Count: 1846 words

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15794496

It was the evening of Steven's fifteenth birthday. August 15th. And of course they were throwing a birthday party for him. It was just the gems, Connie, and Greg. They were all on the dance floor. Connie and Steven were dancing together, unsuprisingly, as Lapis stood off to the side, because she wasn't really a dancer, with Greg, who was djing the music. Garnet, Bismuth, and Pearl were chatting away. And then there Amethyst and Peridot, who were dancing together aswell.

After one song finished, another one started. The mood of the song changed from a fun tone to a more so slow and calm one. It even almost sounded romantic. 'Oh stars.. The dance for this song is slow dancing? Isn't it?' Awhile ago, Peridot's curiousity got the best of her, so she googled what a slow dance was, the definition being 'a type of partner dance in which a couple dances, slowly, swaying to the music, usually done to very slow-beat songs, namely sentimental ballads.' Peridot looked over at the purple quartz, almost like she was now staring at her, with Amethyst awkwardly staring back. Both wondering if the other gem would even want to slow dance with her.

After at least a couple of seconds of just awkwardly standing there, and staring at each other, Amethyst finally spoke up, risking the chance of being rejected, "Peridot.., may I have this dance?"

Peridot hestitantly and slowly put her hand on Amethyst's, now holding it, "O-okay."

Amethyst gently pulled her in, then firmly but also gently, placing her hand onto Peridot's hip. Peridot wrapped her arms around Amethyst, with her right hand locked in with Amethyst's right hand. The rhythm of their bodies slowly danced with sentimental passionate music. Peridot found herself trembling, shaking and quivering, with her cheeks now a light shade of blue, staring at the purple gem's face. Her chest felt a mix of so many things. It felt heavy. It felt tingly. And it felt like something was pounding on it. 'Stop staring at her like that you clod!' Peridot told herself, secretly hoping that Amethyst would never notice how flustered she was. She looked down, so she wouldn't stare at Amethyst, and so it wouldn't be noticeable that she was a mess. She was a mess. She was trembling, blushing, had weird feelings in her chest. After about 30 more seconds of dancing, Peridot finally looked back up at Amethyst. Her breathing became of little depth, and her chest now felt like it was practically racing, and about to burst. Her face was now incredibly close to Amethyst's. She felt her lips inching closer to Amethyst's. She caught herself, and then immediately pulled away.

"I-I got to go..," Peridot stammered, now looking away from Amethyst, completely avoiding eye contact altogether now. She then ran off, disappearing from sight.

Amethyst just stood there, now alone on the dance floor. She was so confused and nearly in disbelief, but also somewhat hurt, with feeling like she had been punched in the gut. She felt incredibly stupid, for ever asking Peridot to slow-dance with her. She face-palmed, frustrated and mad at herself, 'Ugh! I-I really messed up this time.. I should have known she was gonna get super comfortable. I should've known that things were gonna get really awkward. This is my fault.. I should've never asked her to slow-dance.. I mean.. why would she want to slow-dance with me anyways? ..I know I wouldn't want to..' After collecting her thoughts, she ran after Peridot, following her into the beach house, which was pitch dark. It was silent. She turned on the lights, now slowly walking. "...Peridot?" She asked, cautiously. No response. "Peri.. is.. is everything okay..?" 'She has to be in the bathroom..' And so she was. Just sitting there, by herself, hiding her face in her knees, almost like she was curled up in a ball. "Oh man.. Peridot..," She sighed, "Per.. I'm sorry.. I-I should've never asked you to slow dance.."

After a few seconds, Peridot finally said something. "You asking me to slow-dance was not the issue," She said quietly, with a muffled sound.

"Oh? Then.. what's wrong, P-Dot? Did I.. did I do something back out on the dance floor to upset you?" Amethyst asked, now confused.

"No no.. You weren't the problem, Amethyst. You did nothing wrong," Peridot said. She then looked up at Amethyst, her cheeks now a light shade of blue. She sighed, "I'm just.. incredibly embarrased.. That's all.."

“Embarrassed? Wait. Why?” Amethyst asked.

"Because!" Peridot bursted out in frustration. She was mad. She was mad that she ran off like that, she was mad that she couldn't even slow-dance with Amethyst without embarrassing herself, she was mad. "Ergh!" She then paused, taking a deep breath to calmly collect herself. "Amethyst, it's not that I didn't want to slow dance with you.. Because frankly, I did. I did want to slow dance with you. And if I didn't want to.. I would have said so. But... I kept staring at you, and I was trembling, and blushing. Frankly, I was just a mess. And it was just very.. embarrassing."

"Ohh.. right..," Amethyst mumbled. "..Is it.. Is it because you don't like it when I touch ya or whatever? 'Cuz I've noticed that ya've gotten super uncomfortable whenever I do touch you, and I - uh - can back off if ya want me to. Y'know? If I'm ever making ya uncomfortable, just say so."

"No! That is not what I meant! ..Amethyst, I do like it when we touch.. A lot! ..Almost too much.. But I hate the way it makes me feel when we touch.. because whenever you do touch me, I just - freeze up, or blush, or tremble, or all of the above.. because I like you so much..," Peridot rambled. "And I know you've noticed. That's why I ran off.. because I was so embarrassed of you noticing how flustered I was.."

"Ughhhh.... Peridot..," Amethyst groaned.

"W-what? Did I say something wrong?" Peridot asked, now confused, but also worried that she might of done something to upset Amethyst.

"You're not the only one who becomes a complete mess.. You make me feel so mushy! Like. All. The time." Amethyst divulged, now blushing herself. "It's lame. Right?" She sighed, and then crossed her arms, "I really hate that I love the way you make me feel.."

Peridot weakly, and gently smiled at Amethyst, now smiling even more now, "I'm glad that you feel the same way.."

"Good..," Amethyst smiled back. She came over and held her hand out, "So.. you want help out of the tub?"

"Yes please.."

"Okay.." Peridot slipped her fingers into Amethyst's palm, grabbing onto her, as Amethyst helped her up. She then stepped out of the tub, her fingers still laced through Amethyst's. "So, what if I held your hand?"

"Like how you're holding it right now?" Peridot asked, as she lightly squeezed Amethyst's hand.

"Yeah.."

"It feels.. nice..," Peridot answered. To her, even the brush of Amethyst's thumb against her palm felt amazing, and lit her up inside. "But, at the same time I feel.. nervous.. But it's okay because I like holding your hand."

"So.. what if I kissed your hand?" Amethyst asked. "Would that be okay?"

"Yes."

Amethyst lifted Peridot's hand, the one that she was holding, up to the level of her lips, and then gently kissed it.

Peridot's cheeks turned a light shade of blue, now overwhelmed with the feeling of butterflies swirling in her stomach, and the feeling of her cheeks burning.

"Was that okay?" Amethyst asked.

"Yes.."

"You sure?" Amethyst asked. "Because, I don't wanna pressure ya into doing this stuff if it's making you feel uncomfortable."

"Amethyst.. it's okay..," Peridot reassured her, squeezing the nervous gem's hand to let her know that everything was okay. And then they started staring at each other again, which was common for them. Amethyst was just so pretty. Her long, thick, and messy pale lavender hair, her little nose, her plump lips, her eyes, and her body. It was hard not to stare at her because of how pretty she found her. "So, what if you kissed me?" Peridot asked, from a sudden impulse.

Amethyst's eyes widened, now surprised, "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes..? Is that bad..?" Peridot asked.

"No, dude, not at all. I guess it's just surprising.."

"Amethyst, out on the dance floor, I tried to kiss you," Peridot admitted. "How is it surprising that I want to kiss you?"

"Wait, what? You actually tried to kiss me?" Amethyst asked, now even more surprised then she was before.

"Yes.. I did. That's also why I ran off.. I nearly kissed you, and I thought that you wouldn't want the same, so I didn't want overstep an boundary."

"Of course I want to kiss you, Peridot!" Amethyst exclaimed, now blushing herself.

"You do?" Peridot asked. Now it was Peridot's turn to be surprised.

"Yes, I do. For so long, I've wanted to kiss you, badly.. But I was never able to because I was scared of messing things up, and I also thought that you wouldn't want the same."

Now feeling brave, Peridot got closer, now stroking Amethyst's palm with her thumb, "Well.. nothing's stopping you from doing so now."

Amethyst gave her a soft but also flirtatious smile. As Amethyst's face inched closer to hers, Peridot's chest started to race, faster and faster. She could then feel herself getting closer to Amethyst, feeling her breath against her face, and seeing how dark Amethyst's cheeks were. And then it happened, she was the one who initiated the kiss, the one who gently placed her lips on the other gem's lips, giving into the urge of kissing her. . She wrapped her arms around Amethyst's neck, as Amethyst grabbed her waist, kissing her back, which deepened the kiss, stealing Peridot's breath. Then they let go, heavily breathing, giving themselves a few seconds, but then their lips met, again, and again, and again. She then looked at the purple gem, who looked blown away, entranced, head over heels.

"Holy smokes..," Peridot stammered, blown away by their first kiss.

They let go of each other.

"So.. how do you feel now?" Amethyst asked.

"I feel so many things.. warm, fuzzy, tingly, longing for more, like my chest is racing," Peridot listed.

"Heh, I feel the same.. And yeah, kissing is addictive."

"Yeah, it is."

"Soo, do you wanna go back outside now? I mean, we don't have to butttt.. I'm pret-ty sure that the others have probably noticed that we're gone by now, and are probably wondering what's up.. Heh, maybe they assumed we ran off to make out," Amethyst rambled. Peridot blushed out of slight embarrassment. "Except.. we kind of did. But anyways, I'm rambling.. so..?"

"Yeah, you're right, we probably should go back out there," Peridot agreed.

Amethyst then slipped her hand into Peridot's, "Is this... alright?"

"It's.. perfect," Peridot smiled. Amethyst smiled back, kissing Peridot's cheek, and then they walked back out together, holding hands.

[onechicago-onefamily]

Here For You

Fandom: Chicago Med

Character(s):  Ethan Choi/ Reader

Summary: You were at Chicago med, waiting to get a check up on the babies, when you felt something wet running down your leg.

Word Count:1700

Warning: nothing but fluff :D

A/N: Here we go to the anonymous who requested this! :) sorry for it being so late, i made sure to put a little extra fluff in it :D

You were sitting in the waiting room at the doctors office at Chicago med, rubbing your very pregnant belly, smiling at the thought of how it happened. You and Ethan were very excited to become parent’s, even though  you both were new at this. Just then you felt a sharp kick into your right side, you chuckled and took a deep breathe..” Alright..you two knock it off.” you whispered softly to your belly. 

That’s right, you and Ethan were having twins..yep twins. Ethan was more nervous than you were, even though he works in the E.R. and has seen everything that he could think of, but he’s nervous of having twin’s. You giggled to yourself thinking on what happened that night.

*flashback*

You were laying on the couch, with your feet propped up in Ethan’s lap while reading a book, with him watching a sports channel. You smiled while looking over the top of the book, smirking seeing him so focused on the channel.

You smiled deviously at the thought you were having. You both barely got time to have some alone time, this time it was going to happen. You put the book down on the coffee table that was in front of you both, you sat up into a sitting position, and moved closely to Ethan’s side and snuggled into him while laying your head on his shoulder and your arms wrapped around his waist.

“what are you doing Y/N” he asked with a smiled, looking away from the tv, down to you.

“nothing, can’t i snuggle with my nurse of a boyfriend..someday a doctor” you smiled softly and snuggled into his side deeper, he grunted and smiled with a laugh playing on his lips.

“of course you can baby..of course  you can princess” you smiled at the nickname, “i love it when you call me that” you answered him. Ethan smiled and put one of his arms around you and held you by the waist.

You smirked and leaned up and started to nibble on his earlobe, and kiss down his neck, he let out a soft groan and tried to keep his focus on the game, but you knew it wouldn’t last long to keep his focus on the game. He started to fidget when he felt your hand slowly move down his chest and onto the every so growing bulge in his pants. 

He growled with pleasure and tilted his head back but then you squealed in surprise, when he grabbed you and flipped you over to where you were laying underneath of him, he smirked, “now its my turn baby” he kissed you with passion, with you kissing back with the same momentum and passion. That night was the greatest night and that you two had finally a night to yourselves with no interruptions.

*end of flashback, back to present day*

You sighed with a smile and a small blush showing on your face as you sat in the doctors office, waiting to get called back. A ding went off in your pocket, letting you know you had a message awaiting you. 

You diged through your pocket and fished out your cell phone and unlocked it seeing a message from Ethan. 

“Hey baby, im on my lunch now, do you wanna come met me for lunch do you feel up to it..if not i can come home to enjoy lunch with you there.”  The text read, you smiled at it and started to type to him.

“i’m here at the doctors office, on the third floor baby, if you wanna come up here with me for the visit” you smiled at the text, that you sent. Not even a few minutes, there was a ding you looked down at it.

“Of course baby, im on my way up now, what doctor are you seeing” he asked, you typed back fastly..

“im seeing manning, i love her..by the way can you stop by the vending machine and get me some chocolate” you asked your boyfriend, you started to bite your fingernails, normally you wouldn’t do that but seeing how this was both your’s and Ethan's time being parents, and being parents to twins your nail biting started to go crazy, a ding sounded off again.

“of course any kind” he asked you, you typed to him, “i don’t care, lol just give me something” you smiled with a small chuckle. Just then a nurse came to the door, and hollered for you.

“Y/n L/N” she called, you smiled softly and slowly got up from the chair, being pregnant with twins wasn’t easy. You grabbed your purse and made your way to the door with the nurse, you waddled to her and walked in. 

She took your height, and weight and lead you to the room you were going to be examined in. She closed the door and helped you onto the table and started to ask the regular questions, soon she smiled softly.

“alright, doctor manning will be in here in just a few minutes” she patted your hand and walked out the door, while closing it behind her. You sighed and looked down at your phone.

“hey where are you, im here” Ethan messaged you, you chuckled..” you just missed it..im already back here..see if you can come back.”you typed back to him. 

*ding* 

You looked down at the phone with a smile, “Im back here, what room are you in” he typed, you smiled and typed back, “im in room 5,” you sent the message and placed your phone back into your pocket, hearing the door opened, seeing Ethan appear and shutting the door behind him.

“finally, my candy bar” you giggled, seeing the pretend hurt in Ethan's face. 

“am i that not important, but the candy bar is i see how you are baby,” he faked sniffled, you giggled and pulled him close to you and kissed him with passion on the lips, “you didn't let me finish my sentence, and im sooo happy that i get to see you” Ethan smiled and kissed you short and sweet and sat down in the chair besides the table.

“so where is Manning” he asked, him and her are best friends from work, they work together.

“i don’t know the nur-” you felt a sharp pain in your belly, you hissed making Ethan look over at you in worry.

“Y/N...baby are you okay..” he asked, you nodded your head softly and slowly, 

“yeah im fine Ethan, im fine honey” you resurred him with a small smile, when another sharp pain hit you, you winced and grabbed onto Ethan’s hand. He started to rub your back and started to go in doctor mode.

“i need you take deep breathe’s Y/N for me please...” you nodded at his instructions and took deep breathes in and out for a few minutes when Manning came in with a smile playing on her lips.

“Ethan this a surprise, i just saw you downstairs..and Y/n how are you feeling” she smiled, you smiled back softly and nodded with a chuckle. “I’m doing alright, im ready to get these little ones out..they have been kicking my ribs all the time” Manning started to laugh, and sat down in her chair. 

Manning, went over the birthing instructions with you even though Ethan knew some of them, she checked you over and said that you were perfect and the babies were healthy. 

“alright, it looks like everything is in order and that you and the babies look very healthy, and Ethan you have been taking good care of her haven't you with your healthy eating” manning chuckled, Ethan and you smiled with a laugh, he helped you down from the table, just as soon you stood up, you felt a pain sharper then any one of them that you have ever had.

Manning rushed over to you to your side and held you along with Ethan, he was giving her a look. You started to cry out in pain, and felt something wet running down your leg. 

“alright..Y/N..it looks like your water has broke, you got your wish your having your little ones now” she smiled,. and looked to Ethan..”i need you to help if she can walk down the hallway into the last room on the right..alright now..im going to be right back”

Ethan nodded at her order’s as she left to go get some things, Ethan looked at you as you cried in pain, he swallowed and whispered softly..”shhh Y/n its okay your doing great, do you think can walk down the hallway hmm” you nodded softly and slowly.

Ethan nodded and held your hand as he helped you down the hallway but you only made it half way when you needed a wheelchair, Ethan pushed you down to the room. He grabbed you a gown to change into when you got into the new room, you were doing the breathes that the book told you to do.

*few hours later*

Everything was situated, Ethan was sitting by you holding your hand. You were so tried, due to the contractions that you were having. 

“were finally going to be parents..” you started to tear up with a sniffle, ethan smiled soflty and kissed you. “we can do this, you can do this..im here for you Y/N and i will always be” 

A/N: I hope you all like this :D im going to be writing all day catching up. :) keep sending those request in :)

[pherryt]

So I loved both options a lot! Thanks for doing them- I think the choose your adventure is cool and something different! You said you might have more to write for option A if anyone is interested and I would totally be interested if it's something your up for! I agree that I'm glad Michael was still a good sport in both stories and in neither of them was anybody the 'bad guy'.

You’re welcome! I’m glad you think so :D

Oh, I definitely have more! Just getting DEAN to admit his true feelings doesn’t solve the issue. Cas would have no reason to realized Dean’s sudden epiphany and STOP avoiding him. So this came out to just over 1700 words!!!!!

Also, Dean gets a little dramatic, kinda by accident. Oh Dean...lol

thank you! I definitely wanted to make Michael a good guy - i’m glad people are enjoying that :D

without further ado: the Love Triangle - Dean and Cas Divergent third part

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Of course, once Dean left Michael’s room he realized he still had the problem of Cas avoiding him. How could he talk with him, how could he tell him, if Dean couldn’t get anywhere near him?

Getting into the Impala, Dean drove home deep in thought. Maybe Sam could help him out.

In the end, no amount of planning helped. It became a waiting game. First, Dean and Michael made sure everyone knew they’d broken up, but on good terms. Then, when Cas still managed to duck out of every possible situation he and Dean could meet up in, Dean turned to other methods.

He started leaving notes in Cas’s locker.

Of course, there was always the idea that Cas would just toss them away, ignore them the way he’d been ignoring all of Dean’s other attempts at contacting him – the phone calls and texts, the emails. Even Facebook instant message, that’s how desperate Dean had been (still was, but it was clear he needed to admit defeat on that avenue).

So to find out whether Cas was even reading the notes, Dean enlisted Charlies help.

Of course, at first she didn’t even want to talk to him, but once he got her to listen she started grinning and bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“I’ll go over there, all Mission Impossible,” she was fiddling with her phone and suddenly it blared out the theme song and Dean cursed, snatching it from her hands.

“Not very subtle Red, he’s sure to know somethings up if you do that,” Dean pointed out.

She pouted. “But I was gonna be a super spy! You ruin all my fun.” He gave her a look and she rolled her eyes and let out a huffy, “Fine!” before scampering off after getting her phone back from him.

And then Dean waited. And waited. He watched Cas from across the room in class – Cas having switched his seat to be nowhere near Dean, of course – and moped. Cas couldn’t avoid him forever, could he?

He was so preoccupied with trying to get Cas’s attention, that Dean wasn’t even noticing the slip in his grades, or his appetite. He stopped going to the games, or even hanging out with his friends. When he wasn’t in school, he was trying to think of some way he could corner Cas and get him to listen!

Dean was so frustrated he was near tears! And Michael was no help. Apparently, all attempts to talk to his brother was met with slamming doors and a silent treatment the likes of which no one in his household had ever been subjected to before.

“I knew Cassie was stubborn, but I had no idea he was this stubborn. Sorry, Dean,” Michael said with a grimace before running off to practice.

Dean couldn’t even enlist Gabriel’s aid since the eldest Novak had returned to college. There was no use in asking Meg, she delighted in stonewalling him.

It had been a month since he and Michael had broken up and Dean was no closer to getting Cas to listen to him than he’d been when it all had started. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. He felt so fucking alone…the one person he could turn to for help…was the one person he couldn’t get near.

It all came to a head one day in class. Dean had been feeling dizzy all morning, hot and lethargic. He hadn’t taken in a single word said by a teacher and his feet moved at the ringing of each bell on automatic, though they dragged. His eyes kept blurring out and he had a headache too.

Maybe he was sick? Nah, he was just tired. That was all.

He detoured to a bathroom to splash some cold water on his face, trying to cool down and the next thing he knew, was on the floor, someone above him speaking frantically.

“Dean? Dean! Oh my god, Dean! Are you all right?” the voice as familiar, gravelly and welcome. He hadn’t hear it in so long, Dean was sure he was imagining it. Or dreaming. Yeah, that’s what was happening, he was dreaming.

“Cas?” he rocked his head around to try and see him but wound up groaning with how much dizzier it made him feel.

“Don’t move, Dean. I sent Charlie for the nurse, okay?”

“Cas? ‘s really you? I miss ya…” Dean eyes closed, speech slurred.

“No! Keep your eyes open and stay awake! I think you hit your head when you fell. You, you might have a concussion!”

“Oh.” Dean said flatly, “tha’ ‘splains it. Mus’ be…’lucin-a’ing…” Deans tongue felt too thick and hard to move around. “Wish you were real…then…I coul’ tell ya…tha’ I love ya…” Dean could feel the tears rolling down his face like hot brands and he sniffed.

“Oh…oh Dean…” Cas’s voice quivered. Would a hallucination do that? Dean wondered before everything was dark again.

Next time he woke up, there was a soft beeping sound to his left and a soft light coming from his right. He didn’t feel as dizzy and hot as he’d been, but he still didn’t have much energy to move. Still, he managed to shift his head towards the sound – and blinked at the hospital monitor thingy he saw there. He was in the hospital? Why?

He shifted again, towards the soft light this time, to find Cas asleep in a chair, his phone held slack in his hand and the light coming from a partially closed door to a bathroom.

What the hell was going on? And why was Cas here? Dean’s heart had leaped at the sight of Cas, the monitor’s beeping jumping out of its set rhythm at the same time. He opened his mouth and found it dry enough that he croaked when he tried to say his best friends name.

Cas jumped, his phone clattering to the ground, suddenly alert and staring at Dean. “Dean! You’re awake!”

“Wha’…ha’ened,” Dean managed around his painfully dry throat.

“Wait, uh…” Cas looked around before lighting on a watercup with a straw and bringing it over, “Drink first, then we can talk.” He held the straw out to Dean and Dean’s eyes watered as he stared up at Cas wonderingly.

“Really?” Dean croaked before Cas literally shoved the straw into his mouth.

“Drink, Dean, then yes, really. We’ll talk, I promise. I’m not gonna run away anymore.” Cas said gently.

While Dean drank, his eyes never left Cas’s face, drinking in every inch of it. How’d he ever mistake what he felt for Michael for this? ‘Cause this was the real deal, Dean was sure of it.

With a sigh, Cas started talking. “Okay, so you probably wanna know why you’re in the hospital, right?” Dean nodded, taking another slow sip of lukewarm water through the straw. “Well, I guess you basically ran yourself into the ground, not taking care of yourself, and you got sick from it. You didn’t look all that good in class and…”

Cas looked down for a second, “And I missed you and when you didn’t show up for Trig, I got worried. When I found you in the bathroom, you’d fallen – docs say you probably fainted from dehydration and shit -  and it looks like you hit your head on the sink on the way down. There was blood…” Cas gulped.

“Dean, you scared me…” Cas looked at Dean with sad, soulful eyes and Dean wished he had the energy to lift his hand and twine his fingers in Cas’s. “I thought…I didn’t know what to think. And then…and then…do you remember what you said?”

Dean squinted and thought a minute. What had he said?

“You said you loved me…Did you mean it?” Cas’s voice was so soft, it was almost drowned out by the beeping.

Dean’s fingers twitched, trying to move so he could push the cup away. He opened his mouth to let go of the straw and hoped Cas would get the hint. He did, and he hurriedly put it away, eyes wide as he stared at Dean.

Dean swallowed, “Yeah, Cas. I did mean it. I’m a big, fuckin’ moron, and I don’t know how you could possibly love me, but yeah…I love ya, man. And I’ve never felt so lost without you as I did this week. I’m so sorry.”

“No, Dean, don’t be sorry. If I’d just talked to you, if I hadn’t been avoiding you, you probably wouldn’t even be in this state, would you?” Cas had always been too smart for Dean’s own good.

Dean grimaced, not wanting to admit it, not wanting to make Cas feel even worse than he already did. If they were honest with each other – and he sure hoped to God they would be, from now on – they were both partially to blame. After all, Dean’s initial obliviousness had led to this.

In a round a bout fashion.

But that no longer mattered. What mattered was here and now. Him and Cas. Together. Finally.

Cas stroked Deans head, fingers pushing into his hair, longer right now than usual since he’d let himself go so much. “I’m sorry, Dean,” he whispered.

“No, Cas, don’t…we’re both sorry, so why don’t we just…start over. Maybe with a kiss?” Dean asked hopefully.

“A kiss seems an appropriate fresh start for us,” Castiel said breathlessly and with amusement, his eyes shining brightly.

“Glad you agree,” Dean chuckled lightly, still so weak and tired.

They stared at each other another, long moment, Cas’s fingers still in Dean’s hair, scratching just enough that if Dean were a cat, he’d have purred. He grinned at Cas as he waited for his kiss, his fresh start. Their fresh start.

“Oh!” Cas blinked and then smiled, leaning down to tentatively kiss Dean.

It was awkward and clumsy and was instantly the best kiss he’d ever received. Dean knew this kiss, this first kiss with Cas, would be something he’d remember and treasure for the rest of his life.

And when he fell back asleep, in a more natural slumber this time, Cas had dragged his chair over and laid his head against Dean’s, their fingers twined on the bed together.