#maybe its a little ooc for hunt to do that but let me paint it for you this way:

[tai-janai]

my shipping brain said "yknow who the emotional manipulation would work on?"

[blorbosondeck]

fic rec masterlist

canon divergent/finale fix its

Anamnesis

THIS! FIC! this fic lives in my head rent FREE it is so good and it makes so much sense in the narrative that the shitty finale concocted, as to why they wouldn't mention cas or anyone else and its just. so good and they write chuck in the most villainous way that i love!!!

"Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be. Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19."

Sunset Sound: Stairway to Heaven by @adhdeancas

GOD FUCKING CHRIST this is so good and sweet and im such a sucker for team ups and reunions!!! its 3:30 am rn and i just finished it and i love it SO much it made me laugh a lot and the last few chapters i had the stupidest grin just plastered to my face

The Closer the Star, the Greater the Parallax by @rocksalts​

repressed bastard dean submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known and receives the rewards of being loved but only after some miscommunication i LOVE this i read it last night and it’s a fast favorite. my interests have overlapped and i am INTO it

“When Dean sits down to watch some bullcrap Discovery Channel episode with Cas, he doesn’t expect to actually learn anything. Except, with Cas explaining, he makes an effort to connect the dots.”

Don't We All Deserve To Be Happy?

VERY sweet and a VERY good pick me up. all around feel good fic!!! 

"Post-canon fix-it, divergent from 15x19 where Jack stays and Dean doesn't die and Cas comes back and everyone is happy. Take a shot every time I'm salty about the finale."

Keep Your Love Alive

okay. okay okay okay this may be my favorite finale fix it just because of how well reasoned it is. like this feels what should have happened i love it SO much

"Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?"

The GoldenRod Revisions by @aethylas​

this is one of the most well written things ive ever read. the script format DID make it feel more real and honestly? this is better writing than this show deserves. the finale that could have been ♥️

“A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.“

Ascend by @wanderingcas​ 

THEE finale fix it fic!!! written by the AMAZINGLY skilled and talented @wanderingcas !!! it’s 50k of angst and hurt/comfort and pure bliss

“Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?”

Things Happen (They Do, And They Do, And They Do) by THEE @sobsicles

i KNOW everyone has already recommended this and likely you’ve all already read it. but it has to go here bc REPRESSIOOOOOOOOON i LOVE this so much it is one of the most perfect things i’ve read. are you bisexual? did you have a kind of weird relationship with your best friend and not realize that how you felt about them wasn’t necessarily how other people felt about them and you were maybe a little bit in love with them but were too repressed to realize it? you’ll feel seen. maybe a little too seen

Closer (isn't close enough)

are you a sweet and sappy yet horny bastard? do you like cas exploding light bulbs? you will like this.

“the one where they finally talk about what cas said before the empty took him”

You and Your Husband

it is exTRMELY sweet!!! repression dean strikes again <3

"Five times Dean corrects someone about his relationship with Cas, and one time he realizes he doesn't need to."

Tall Grass

miscommunication and a slowburn! despite being written in 2017 and finished in 2018, it feels like a fix it. ft. plant obsessed cas <3 

Invictus

a LOVELY and short (relatively) finale fix it

“They saved the world. They're free. It's done.

Except it's not, and carrying on is the last thing any of them are thinking about.

They still have someone they need to save.”

Unchained Link

post finale- it’s a great case fic and i am compelled i want more!!!

"It's after the end of things. Life continues on while Dean is "livin it up" in heaven. But it's never that simple, is it? A freak occurrence sends Dean into another time stranded back on Earth. And he thought his hunting days were over. But, no worries. His knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. Hijinks, therefore, ensue."

fun and time unspecified

Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Love Potion No. 5

very funny and sweet! miscommunication at its finest ♥️

"Cas gets drenched with a mystery potion from the ‘love spell’ shelf and... Dean has a sneaking suspicion, angel or no— the spell may have taken effect. And Cas might be in love with Sam."

The Way We Were

Y'all. It is so good its a great mix of funny and serious- extremely fun to see dean as like a base bisexual

"Dean and Castiel pose as a couple to gain access to a gated community known as 'The Glen', a pleasant if secretive location that the boys believe might be linked to several dead bodies showing up over the years bearing signs of ritualistic sacrifice. All seems well until Dean's memory is affected from an incident during a solo exploration, leaving Dean convinced that their cover story is true. Castiel is left trying to resolve their case without taking advantage of an increasingly enthusiastic Dean"

While You Were Sleeping

this is basically just the movie but replacing sandra bullock with cas. this is my comfort movie and imo, one of the most perfect rom coms. the fic isn’t finished but i still have the tab open on my phone and i will straight up go back and re read it when i need a pick me up. 

aus/rewrites

The Harvelle Gospels: Offscript

i know everyone ever ( @jewishcharliebradbury ) has recommended this fic. and for good reason go fucking read it

“The Apocalypse is averted, the angels are in Heaven, and Jo is free from the threat of possession. Somehow it couldn't be farther from a happy ending.“

absolute riots

An Ineffably Profound Bond

i honestly would have put this in the finale fix it section! look. i know. i know you've been burned by crossover fics before. but this is Thee good omens/spn fic you want. its funny as hell and immensely satisfying. im weak for everyone working together tropes and that is this

"After Chuck sets 'The End' in motion, the remaining members of TFW make a miraculous escape. Not willing to waste any time, Castiel comes up with a plan to travel to one of the other worlds to try and get help from the angels there, but after a fight with Dean, it's the hunter who gets sent into an alternate universe,with seemingly no hope of return.

When a mysterious human with a heavenly weapon shows up in Aziraphale's shop, he and Crowley learn that their world is not the only one. Now it is up to them to decide whether or not they want to join forces with the human and help him save his world or simply find a way to send him home."

Somebody Up There Likes Me by @lafilleredige

cas is hit with a spell that turns his vessel into a woman, hijinks and sexuality crises ensue etc etc sam is a supportive and bitchy little brother and its all SO fucking funny and also. horny as hell i love it i love it i LOVE it

“’Dean doesn’t want to talk about your breasts, it’s making him uncomfortable because he hasn’t acknowledged the complex fluidity of human sexuality.’“

Stray Cat Strut

a long crack fic that IS one of the funniest things i’ve ever read and i can’t explain why. it’s so ooc but its so funny that i don’t care. if you need a laugh you gotta read this

"Sam and Cas are immediately in love with the adorable kitty they find outside the bunker door, and occupy their time planning how to convince Dean--who they believe is off sulking after a botched hunt--to let them keep their cat. Along the way, Dean learns to use a litter box and hears some confessions he maybe wasn’t supposed to hear, all while realizing just how much he loves Castiel.

Now all Dean has to do is convince Cas and Sam their new pet cat is actually him before they do something crazy--like neuter him!"

canon compliant or slight canon divergence

Give

by @doublestuffedimpala post season 7 episode 7, kind of ambiguous ending but truly a cas is happy to bleed for the winchesters fic

Punch Like Bones 

short, post 5x04 homoerotic moment that i wish we’d gotten

[actor-mark]

Red Candles Pt 14

OOC: How to vote: Send your choice in an ask to this blog. Comments, reblogs and dms will not count as I do not get notifications for them nor do I want to screenshot from several places. I’ve spotted a couple of older choices coming through, please make sure to check by the blog to be up to date with the latest post! Thank you! Oof got another long one for ya

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Trouble? Touch Me!

It’s a long shot but honestly right now you’ll take anything. Going to prison doesn’t sound like a great time, and you’ve been through hell already you don’t need to go crawling up Fire escapes trying to out run the Detective.  That graffiti on the wall? Oh you know already exactly who that is, and what it’ll do!

Without a beat you bolt, and the sweaty detective Is fats on your heels “HEY!! OHH NO! NOT THIS TIME PAL! GET BACK HERE!”  Fast as your tired legs will carry you, you rush for the ridiculous graffiti and go to slam your haNd on the Stache, but end up falling straight through it like some sort of Super Mario 64 painting!

With a jolt of static you gasp for air, panting from the run, finDing yourself in a make up room backstage somewhere.  Gaudy game show music blasts through the walls. Oh shit- You’re late for the show!! Or are you early? 

There’s a sudden ruckus of screaming, loud explosive bangs and eventually yelling before a dark haired woman comes storming back stage “I’ve had enough. I’m done. I do NOT get paid enough for this. This is the LAST ti-” She pauses seeing you standing in the backstage room “Oh!- er.. Hello! Have you been back here this whole time? So so sorry, I know you were waiting to go on, shows cancelled.. AGAIN” 

A sheepish face with bright pink mustacHe pokes his head around the corner “am I fired?” The producer gives a growling sigh of frustration before storming off again, “we’ll see...” but not before giving you a smile “Have a good day” The door slams shut behind her

Mr Warfstache sort of pauses before looking to you, a bit flustered for a second before he hurries over.  For gods sake Wilford whEre’s your pants? Every damn time!  At least he has good taste in boxers.. These have pink unicorns on. 

“ah so sawry friend! Looks like the show didn’t go so well. I’m not sure whyyy. All I did was get rid of a pesky mosquito...”  He pauSes at the sound of a small bell dinging from the stage but he wafts a hand at it. He’ll get it later.  “Ah Sawry to keep you waiting-”  “OFFICE!!!” the producers voice yells from behind the door to your left and its weird but you feel a sense of Deja Vu going on somewhere.  Wilford quickly hurries off to the office, leaving you alone again backstage. 

Well... At least Abe isn’t around to arrest you now...  You take a moment tO peer around while listening to the absolute reeming that Wilford is getting.  blah blah stop shooting guests blah blah it was an accident blah blah i don’t wanna hear it blah blah im sorry blah blah cant believe I’m giving yoU another chance. 

The door opened again with an exasperated producer storming out with their bag and Wilford waddling out looking Like a grounded child.  “.... Well... I spose I awta send you hommme- ah unless!” His mood immediately brightened as he perked up  “You’re here for something else!” A lil stache waggle and he leaned closer “Hmmm.. Tabaco, whiskey, bawdy odor and -” snifffffffffffff! “a hint of cotton candy- WHY YOU MUST KNOW MY FRIEND THE DETECTIVE!”  You glance around to where you’d come through the graffiti, its gone, just a sofa behind you now. you glance back and Wilford’s gone. A quick glance around, you spin full circle shake your head- how in the hell did you end up in the detective’S office. Aw crap!  ...ɥⅎ ɯɹʅꝹ

“AAAAABE!”  The Detective looking forlorn at the loss of another suspect suddenly scrambles up out of his chair, gun in hand “WHAH!- Y-YOU!” The gun aims at Wilford, his eyes flash to you. “YOU!!!!” The gun changes onto you instead and you quickly put your hands up.  “How did you-.. never mind I’m not gonna ask! Nice of you to step right into my office!”  “You redecorated!” Wilford grinned brightly as he took a tour around the no longer black and white office, sure it was a ruddy brown mostly but hey brown was a color! In fact brown tended to be all colors mixed into one! It seemed to actually bright a little more colorfully wherever Wilford was stood though.  “You keep your hands where I can see ‘em” Abe yelled at you with a point of the gun before keeping it fixed on the bigger threat. Warfstache. 

“You’re not getting away from me this time! You walked right into the lions den, PAL!”  “You have kittens!?” Wilford immediately started to hunt around. “What- n- no! Its a meta-” “AWWW! THEYRE SO CUTE!”  “Wait wha-” Wilford emerged from the corner of the room holding two calico kittens, grinning like an idiot. “Where in the-” Abe glances to yOu with a look of utter confusion and you returned it with a shrug.  Abe quickly put the gun on Wilford again but his grips Faltering now, can’t shoot a guy holding kittens! 

As Wilford moved around showing the kitTens to a flustered frustrated detective who can’t help but pet one, you notice the gun and knife on Wilford’s person. Of course he has one of each but- wait... so do you. You have a knife still.  Carefully you draw it from your bag. If you’re gonna be trapped in here its best to be armed... 

𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑎𝑠𝑙 𝑌ℎ𝑖𝑖𝑝𝑎, 𝑘𝑝𝑘 𝑓𝑣𝑏 𝑛𝑙𝑎 𝑠𝑣𝑧𝑎? You shake your head and look around the office again. Abe seems pretty distracted and while the graffiti did lead you on a bit of a run around, it’s put you back on a path...somewhere.. Maybe not too far away from your objective.  You could probably sneak away tHrough the door and leave these two to their long heated rivalry...and kittens. Abe probably wouldn’t even notice, hell maybe ole Warfy is actually doing exactly what you need, Abe’s back is to the door and you right now and Wilford actually seems to be keeping him like that.  He gives a lil Stache waggle and wink to you over Abe’s shoulder and goes back to fussing over names for the kittens.  “How about Terrance and Arty?”  “Aww I like Bubbles and Muttonchops!”  “What- th-those are terrible!” 

Slowly but carefully you inch your way out of the office to head into the rest of the station, there’s a bit of a fizzling noise as you pass through the door into the kitchen and as you turn around- wait... 

You stare at the new area you’ve been warped into and your shoulder sink.  Does this crap ever end? One after another. It’s getting nauseating!  With a heaved sigh you take a look around.. again...  Clean white walls, floors, ceiling, a bed, night stand, an I.V. polE. Hospital. 

𝑃𝑚𝑥𝑥𝑝𝑖 𝑉𝑒𝑓𝑓𝑚𝑥 𝑗𝑠𝑦𝑟ℎ 𝑥𝑙𝑖 𝑔𝑒𝑣𝑣𝑠𝑥!

With a sigh you carefully move to the Door, opening it to peer out to the left, to the right. DArk? It’s so Dark you can barely see, but thankfully it seeMs you’re in luck.  The light on the wall opposite you is flickeriNg in sort of an arrow shapE pointing to the left.  Though there is also an arrow pointing right that says EXIT.  Each path seems to leaD to a Dark hallway...

Your Choices Are As Follows: 

Glitchy Arrow Maybe it’s a sign? Well- it IS a sign, a literal sign.. but y’know maybe a figurative sign too! The sign reads Elevator and Stairs. 

Exit Hospital? Hell no! Get me out of here! Who knows what kind of crazy Doctors are running around this place.  ʌɥⅎʅs ʍzu ʌsƃ ɯɹ ᴉʌǝʌᴉʅn ɥⅎ ɯɹʅꝹ

OOC: We had a tie breaker today folks! I ended up asking a friend who hears a lot of my planning to pick one and they picked Stache.  Also I believe we’re quickly coming to the close here folks! I wanna thank you all again for a fun adventure! I might do another one once this is done if folks still wanna do these! Let me know in your next asks if you’d be interested in another!  Extra vote from Sparkplugmedia: Trouble? Touch Me!

[gotatext]

TASK OO1 / OOC SURVEY.

[kermit voice] hallo.... its me 

YOUR ALIAS & NICKNAMES — nora

AGE — 23

TIMEZONE — gmt

PREFERRED PRONOUNS — she/her

MBTI — enfp-infp border cos im an introvert who Masquerades as an extrovert :)

HP HOUSE — i spent 10 yrs of my life thinkin i was gryffindor.... to find out.... huffle....puff...... 

ARE YOU A STUDENT? WHAT DO YOU STUDY? — i fuckin wish! being a student was dope af i got stressed about essays like once a month and apart from that i was just chillin, surrounded by really intelligent people every day n livin it up on the party scene. adult life fucking sucks no one wants to have fun cos we all work fuckin tonnes of hours so we can afford to eat and get paid peanuts xx

ARE YOU ENJOYING IT? — im really afraid of bein one of those jock types who peaked in high school but i deff peaked in uni like 100% i was way more interesting 2 years ago

LINKS TO OTHER ACCOUNTS & SOCIAL MEDIA — im not showin u my instagram bc im a fuckin embarassment but this is pinterest , this is my personal blog, this is my writing / 1x1 blog i never use any more n this is my trash talking twitter where i mostly just cry about timothee chalamet and bash the tories. 

DISCORD USER — kristine’s forehead vein#8664

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FICTION GENRE? — i dont read fanfiction much but when i do u can be sure it’s slow burn angsty enemies to lovers mutual pining heart attack every time one of them accidentally brushes the other’s hand

TOP FIVE FAVOURITE FILMS — suspiria (2018 luca guadagnino version rogue i kno but i prefer the remake), the lobster, before sunrise, baz luhrmann romeo + juliet, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,  thoroughbreds (REC!! so underwatched pls watch it. compelling female characters), hunt for the wilderpeople (also so underwatched), swiss army man, call me by your name, atonement, moonrise kingdom, trainspotting, the florida project. i rlly like films ok

A BOOK YOU FEEL “CHANGED” YOU? — the song of achilles by madeline miller n also fen by daisy johnson

A MOVIE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? — booksmart cos its fuckin dope

WHAT IS YOUR SIGN? — libra

ARE YOU INTO ASTROLOGY? —  i like to pretend im super invested in it mostly to anger my friends but tbh.... i just use it as a rough guide for character creation.... its fun but i dnt .... fully invest in what it has to say..... altho i am the most unbalanced n indecisive bitch on earth so i guess they got that right !! i just live to please baybeyy!

WHAT PLATFORMS HAVE YOU ROLEPLAYED ON? — tumblr for about 8 year (omg) n before tht facebook..... i was very embarassingly in a twilight rp..... i wrote jane..... i also rped as a scene kid oc n when i was like 12 i was on some weird forum harry potter roleplay where i basically played a self insert with georgie henley as the fc......

WHAT OTHER HOBBIES DO YOU HAVE? — i used to have so many hobbies but now i jst lie in my bed staring at the ceiling. but before i was workin like a dog i loved reading, writing, acting in theatre productions..... going out on the town getting bevved..... big druggy EDM nights in warehouses tht probably weren’t liscenced for tht many ppl..... gigs... costume-design and making, spoken word poetry, acrylic painting n rollerskating but my sister broke my skates abt two years ago in vengeance and i’ll never forgive her that fuckin bitch

HAVE ANY PETS? IF SO, TALK ABOUT THEM! — no my landlord is a fascist

IS THERE A TV SHOW YOU RECOMMEND A LOT? — i’ll never stop reccing euphoria!! also i was pleasantly surprised by looking for alaska!! but i also rlly like bob’s burgers, parks and rec, good omens.... black mirror, n sharp objects. lovesick on bbciplayer (n netflix i think) is also rlly fun

ANY SHOWS YOU LIKE SOME MIGHT BE SURPRISED TO HEAR THAT YOU DO? — maybe love island, idk if i talk abt that much bc i am ashamed but i am so obsessed with it. i even got the love island game n got so invested in my fictional relationship w bobby tht i had to delete it

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? WOULD YOU RECOMMEND IT? — god god... i haven’t finished a book in ages.... i recently started reading milkman by anna burns, the bees by laline paull and everything under by daisy johnson.... bt the last book i read cover to cover was probs circe. defs read it. feminist and witchy

CURRENTLY READING? — i jst said this but the bees, everything under and less so milkman cos im finding milkman a bit tough

LAST FILM? REC IT? — i watched ladyworld the lord of the flies all-female remake n even maya hawke could not save it.... dnt get me wrong from an art film point of view i loved it but it felt a bit underdeveloped n a level media studies for me..... apart from tht?? the runaways (yorkshire film not released yet at a preview screening) and threads (also a yorkshire film from the 80s about nuclear apocalypse)

THREE MOVIES YOU NEED TO WATCH — portrait of a lady on fire, i work at an independent cinema n we recently had a preview screening and everyone said it was SICK, uhhhh short term 12, n the new eliza scanlen movie babyteeth

WHAT MOVIE DO YOU THINK YOU’VE SEEN THE MOST TIMES? — madagascar because when i was 12 my parents bought me a little television with a dvd player in it for my birthday and madagascar was the only dvd i owned for like..... the first two years of havin the absolute luxury of a tv in my room so i just used to watch it all the time n i now basically know the script inside out

WHAT ALWAYS PUTS YOU IN A GOOD MOOD? — nothing, life is pointless n i hate fun, let me rot in peace

WHO IS YOUR FAVOURITE MUSICIAN / BAND? LIST IF THERE ARE MORE THAN ONE. — ughhh god probably lcd soundsystem. gorillaz, the streets, tame impala, talking heads, soft hair, i also love lizz tho n also angry twangy guitar girl bands like girlpool, courtney barnett, best coast, cherry glazerr,

WILD NIGHT OUT OR QUIET NIGHT IN? — quiet night in my party days are over i cant even be bothered to go to the shops if its past 4.30pm and dark these days

ANY PHOBIAS? — clowns n rats

DO YOU LIKE BUGS? — absolutely not

BIRDS? — yes but not if they fly in my face

ARE YOU A CAT OR DOG PERSON? BOTH? — i love both i want one 

BIGGEST PET PEEVE? — tory middle aged boomers who treat me like actual shit on their shoe because i work in the service industry like thats my choice and their poor economic decisions didnt mean i have to do a shitty job to afford to live bcos of austerity n cuts to arts funding meaning i cant get a job writing unless i self-fund :)))

FAVOURITE THING ABOUT THE RPC? — that everyone ive met through rp is a fuckin LAFF

TOP TEN FAVE FCS TO USE? — god .... diana silvers, timothee chalamet, margaret qualley, kristine froseth, froy gutierrez, zendaya, elle fanning, astrid berges frisbey, hunter schafer, leonardo dicaprio

FIVE YOU LIKE WRITING AGAINST? — herman tomeraas, hunter schafer, saoirse ronan, timothee chalamet, froy gutierrez

FAVOURITE TYPE OF FOOD? — linda mccartney 1/2pounder mozzarella veggie burgers, sweet potato wedges, tomato soup, mozzarella sticks, brownies

WORST FOOD? — green things like broccoli n sprouts gross. baked beans cos as a kid ppl used to do baked bean baths for comic relief / red nosed day a lot n i thought when they were finished in the baked bean bath they just put all the cold beans back in the tin. actually anything small that moves around on your plate. peas. spaghetti. sweetcorn. i dont like small things i cant control.

DO YOU PLAY VIDEOGAMES? IF SO, WHAT ONES AND ON WHAT PLATFORM DO YOU PREFER? — last year my housemate had an xbox n i went through a phase of obsessively playin fable 3 it was amazing. i had like 5 husbands and 3 wives and loads of kids but they all ended up leavin me cos i spent so much time out doing quests neglecting them

ANYTHING ELSE YOU’D LIKE TO SHARE WITH THE TAG? — this

LASTLY, HOW DID YOU FIND US? — im one of those bitches who was in this grp all the way back when it was swipe... so quirky and original!! i knew the band before u! anyway im goin now this has been sufficiently embarassing..... i am lame

[miraimisu]

Sunshine & Ribbon

Rating: T Word count: it’s actually fucking short! You can open it! It’s a drabble! Author’s note: this is just a little drabble I did as practice with bestie @kacchanswife who I owe so many things in life. She somehow liked my angst tropes and it’s just a little practice for short stuff? Seriously it’s ansty and Bakugou may even be a little bit OOC but I’m posting it for ma little bestie ♥ fuck her, really. /screams AAAAAANGST remind me to fatcheck this too pls.

Bakugou stepped into the room with the bunch of roses tight into a vicious grip as reality only dampened him faster and harder the more steps he took closer to the bed, the woman of his dreams starting to become the scene that would chase his nightmares endlessly as he would spend his nights alone– an unfilled void of presence and sweetness hunting his future like a dying light.

When he saw her, her eyes locked with his immediately. Her beautiful eyes were dim, painted in clay and plain ashes that blurred that hero she used to be, a hero that died the very same day she stepped too close to danger. He had tried to save her – emphasis on tried– but to no avail.

He was running out of time. The frail red ribbon of true love was coming undone by the forces of fate and tragedy, her fingers not even trying to keep it at bay as they tried to reach his, trembling as a weak smile sketched a sad facade that would never belong to her. No way that was her. Bakugou grimaced, teeth clenched in effort as tears attempted to fall. 

He was running out of time.

"Bakugou..." she tentatively moved her fingers a bit, and he was by her side immediately. Uraraka tried her best to sit up, but he was quick to lay her again, craddling her cold hand to his forehead in a silent plea. "...'kugou."

"Uraraka, you..." he shook beneath the crumbling shards of his heart, sadness, grief and utter heartbreak pushing his lungs and suffocating him. It was too hard to breathe. "You can't– you were doing just fine. You fucking can't–"

Her fingers caressed his, fingertips grazing his sand locks. "I am running out of time."

"No."

"Bakugou."

"–No."

She smiled tenderly at his stubborness, and it pained him to admit it would be the last time for her to show him such sweet expression. His nose wrinkled under the shade of her hand, under the hospital lights and under heaven looking down at them, tearing up as rain poured outside in a dark night.

"Urara– Ochako." Bakugou dared look at her. Artificial light washed over them and allowed her to bask in the metallic taste of blood, death juice and absence of warmth. The only thing she felt was the warmth of Bakugou's forehead on her hand and her own heart trying to beat as fast as possible for him.

"Ochako, you just can't– not you, of all people." he shook along his words, shoulders heaving with spitful irony and despair. "Please, not you. Somebody take me, but not her." Uraraka frowned at him softly, starting to watch how he lost the light in the darkness of a broken heart. "Please, my little sunshine..."

His hands climbed their way to cup her cold, dry cheeks, clean of tears but her eyes were gleaming in unshed pebbles, so moved– but he was so shattered, pieces of his stoic wall becoming only scattered debris of a broken man, kneeling at the doors of heaven to ask for a last day of sun with her.

"Please, Ochako... don't leave me." he got up to sit by her, his fingers singing her pale skin with possesion and break. Whispers fanned across the maps of her lost eyes, shaking. "Don't let them take you away."

His lips ghosted over hers for two seconds before locking with hers in a lovely embrace, and he started kissing her with urgency before pulling away when he felt her gasp, little nibbles and senseless nothings roaming over her cheeks as he pecked them devotedly. "My only sunshine..."

"Bakugou, please..." her voice was no more than a mere whisper, lips trembling in fear for what he was becoming inside, something dangerously devastating whirling inside of him.

His trembling lips came to shut her mouth, and he pushed her head onto the pillow as he kissed her again, pecks of sadness and desperation trying to fullfill the hollow space she was leaving the more the sparks died down, the more the rain heaved and the more the beeping slowed and stopped. "Don't."

Uraraka tried her best to respond, but he kept pushing to a more comfortable posture to just try to lessen her pain, thinking that perhaps, just maybe, she'd stay with him, he would ask her for marriage, he would be able to someday find the courage to give her the love she deserved. "My days... my light..."

Uraraka limped on the mattress as last spurs of strength left her lungs and heart, blood stalling and weighing her eyelids down. "Bakugou... I'm sorry..."

The eyes that he would have cherished for his life looked at him warmly, fires dying as all words she had tried to say all this time scurried away to the arms of another life, another story. But they reflected love all the same– that's when the dam broke down and Bakugou had to kneel again. Transparent tears full of black death and intentions cascaded down, already feeling his arms empty of love and happiness, the only good thing that had come to him in who knows how long.

He held her hand again, gripping it for dear life as her eyes started closing, footprints of tears mirroring the shivers of her dying heart, bleeding love crying in his eyes as the only warmth he had– the only good they shared, it all came crumbling down the second her eyes never opened again.

"You are... my sunshine..." his shoulders trembled, trying to control the last bit of sanity he had left and trying to gather the bits of a broken heart she had left, the ghost of her smile floating out of the planet and shooting off like a lost, crossing star. "My only sunshine..."

Rain outside fell harder, moon hiding in shame and ignoring the fallout of the broken hero. The lights of the room flickered in regularity, turning its back at him as the world faded to him. "You make me... happy, when skies are gray..."

The machine by his side started to falter, her hand trying to give his a little last squeeze he felt and god, he was hanging on that little hand of hers as a last resort, at the verge of insanity and loss. "You'll never know... how much I fucking love you..."

The line started flattening, her chest falling down to never rise again. And he would never hear her voice or see her smile again, or the peals of laughter and sheer happiness she brought along. So he kneels at the doors of death again to pray one last time. "Please don't take... my sunshine..."

... and the line faltered, her smile parting and the figure of her fading away out at her window, turning and leaving into the dark night as her hair swayed with the incoming storm, bells of her giggles looming over his decaying mind.

And he cried, shaking like he had never done, and sobbed.

"...away."