#next one came just fine + cars were going through the road like normal too

[daz4i]

i hate public transport here why did i only just get home at 16:20 when i finished at 14:15. this would've taken an hour tops by car, probably less

[trying-harder-then-u]

Johnny's Daddy

Johnny has been my friend since forever, and while we grew apart in High school, we would always make sure to comfort each other through all the tough times. He helped me with my breakup, and I helped him when he lost his job.

Johnny was always on the smaller side; Puberty Hit never really got to him, and while he never got the muscles he wanted, he eventually became quite happy with his body and my numerous numerous offers to wing man him and help him get a girl were always turned down.

Earlier today, my phone pinged while I was at work. Johnny had messaged me:

"Hey man, could you come to my place after work?"

"Sure? What do you need?"

"I'll explain when you get here."

Me and Johnny had always been open and clear without ever really needing to talk outside of texts, so I thought this must be something big if he wanted to talk about it at his place, so after work finished up, I got in my car and drove to his apartment in the city. After a good 50 minutes of driving through the winding roads, I finally arrived.

As I opened the door, he came and hugged me. "How was the drive?" "Nothing special, just some traffic jams and that stuff," I responded. For the first few hours, we just hung out talking about life and playing games before I finally asked why he wanted me here: "Well, I wanted to tell you I was gay." he blushed as he said it, "Damn man, thanks for telling me; I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, do you want to go to a gay bar or  something?"He shook his head at my question: "You don't understand; I've been trying to get a boyfriend for awhile now, but it never works out, and I wanted to ask you if...." "I'm sorry, man," I interjected. "I love you like a brother, but I don't feel the same way about you." "Okay, sorry, I hope we can still be friends," Both of us laughed awkwardly at the incident, but decided to hang out some more. At about 6, we were both getting hungry, so he ordered a pizza, and he got up to grab us a drink. I heard what sounded like pills rattling in the kitchen before he returned with some beers, caps removed. "Thanks, man," I said as he handed me one. Taking a sip, I thought it tasted funny, but I just shrugged it off as the pizzas had just arrived and i was starving.

As we ate and played video games, it became latter and latter, and the beers piled up, each tasting stranger, then the last. At some point, my mind started to became fuzzy. "Ugh, I don't feel good," i said. "You don't look good either. Maybe you should just sleep here for the  night."Johnny commented, Too tired to argue, I ended up on his couch and fell asleep quickly as he went back to the room. "You'll be fine; I bet you feel like a new man tomorrow morning," he called as he closed the door.

That night, as I shuddered in my sleep, my body began to change, moving around as my stature grew, stretching from 5 feet 8 to 6,2. My flab melted away as my skin tightened around new abs that began to push out one by one, and calves became strengthened along with arm muscles. My round face gained structure as a square jaw and clear skin gave my face a new, more attractive look. But it wasn't just my body changing; my dreams began to shift; thoughts that I used to have about women became directed towards Johnny; as I dreamed of dominating and using him, the apartments that we each had eventually became one, just as my place had his boyfriend cemented, and soon I was picturing him submitting to me every night. As these dreams peaked, I felt my dick pulse, lines of cum shooting out as my rock-hard cock lengthened, growing longer and longer inside my underwear from it's normal 4 inches to a monstrous 9, and my boxers turning to briefs as they were soaked in my semen. The transformation was over, and my new place in the world was confirmed.

The next morning, Johnny smirked as he walked in to be greeted by me staring at him in nothing but my briefs. "I have a job for you, boy; I need some services," I commanded, His dick jumped up, and his body shuddered as he moved towards me. All memories of my past life disappeared as he wrapped his lips around my dick; all that mattered was teaching my boyfriend his place.

[imjustasugablob]

stay in character

tw: alien movie slander, leon fluff, no zombies (??) au

"Will you stop running into me? You're acting like you're drunk."

"Maybe they put a lil something-something in my popcorn, who knows?", you giggled.

You and Leon had just seen the most brainrot alien invasion movie to have ever been created in the history of mankind. The entry of the scantily clad extraterrestrial female was the highlight of the film, but then again, you hadn't seen much of it. Because Leon was sitting next to you. Maybe that's why you were all giddy.

The road was empty and the night was cold. You wrapped your arm around Leons. "I'm not actually drunk, you know."

"You kidding me? You couldn't walk a straight line right now even if you wanted to."

"Oh really, Officer?", you teased. Leon rolled his eyes at that one, but you could see right through how that nickname affected him.

Taking on the challenge, you stepped away from the sidewalk and climbed onto the curb. It was slightly difficult to do in heels, but not impossible. "See? I'm perfectly fine. Maybe it's you who isn't walking straight."

"Oh really? Then why are you holding on to my shoulder? Let go and then we'll know for sure." Well, he wasn't cutting you any slack. So you slowly let go of your hold on his leather jacket, bring your arms out to a T, just in case you fell.

You managed a full 2 steps before stumbling. Luckily, Leon had his arm right behind your waist, without you noticing. He grabbed you before you hobbled off onto to sidewalk and almost collided with his chest. He smelled like cinnamon. What?

"Not so sober, are we now?", Leon commented after a moments pause. You weren't moving. You didn't wanna move. Who would?

You could hear it in his voice, which had dropped in pitch. You could hear his heart steadily thumping beneath his woolean sweater. It felt too real, even though it wasn't.

"Hey." Leon's hand slipped down from your arm to your waist. He didn't say anything except for that word, but he didn't need to. 3 years working for the DSO, you'd seen some shit together, and had to trust him with your life more than once. You knew what he meant by every single sound he made.

His chin came to rest above your head, in a warm embrace. You inched ever so close to his body, hand slipping further inside his coat, seeking his warmth.

It felt like that moment was infinitely long and momentary at the same time, because just then, you flinched. Your hand had encountered cold metal. The hard handle of his gun, tucked inside the back of his pants, where no one in this small quaint town would see it and grow suspicious.

It seemed as if your fantasy had been cut short, and all the facts came flooding back. You were here for a mission, under the cover of being a newly wed couple who just moved here from the big city. You had started the act from your apartment, where your landlady had been visiting. You'd kept the ruse up, right up till now, when you were both alone. You didn't need to anymore. A small voice in the back of your head had said it, too. But you ignored it. And so did Leon.

The gun felt heavier in his holster now. As if it had grown a new chamber, filled with bullets that knew their final place would be inside the bearers heart.

"I see movement at 8 o'clock, suspect left his car running and exited in a hurry", you said in hushed voices as you gently pulled away from him.

The cold wing stinging your face made you numb to the pain, but it physically hurt you to pretend like everything was normal. Like you hadn't had to kill people in cold blood, and even innocents, just on the order of the government. Like you and Leon had an actual shot at living out the rest of your days in peace, just like this.

Leon thought he had come to peace with the reality of his situation. But watching you two come so close just for it to be ripped from his hands was proving to be too much for him.

pt2?? Lmk and pls give feedback babes ❤️❤️❤️

[lunajay33]

Connection💙

The world as I knew it was over and done with, my whole life was ruined in the matter of days, when me and my family heard about the outbreak we packed up our car and hit the road, much like everyone else, causing a huge traffic jam just outside Atlanta, my home

We were stuck for hours but I made some friends, I met a girl named Amy who was close to my age, I just had my 21st birthday and this is how it's going, the world is ending

Thankfully my parents met this guy named Shane and he brought a group of us up to a little camp by the quarry

It felt more calm and normal here, I got along well with mostly everyone, my parents gave me a bit more freedom and didn't hover so much because we all felt safe here

Me and Amy were skinning some fish for supper when I saw Merle walking towards us, he was the one I didn't get along with

"Well hello ladies, got anything for me?" He asked sitting too close next to me

"Merle this is the same everyday, we are preparing food for everyone" I said not even looking at him, he never gave me a good feeling

"Oh come on baby" he slithered his arm around my waist

I put the fish down and pushed him away

"Merle leave me alone, just go away" I yelled

"There a problem here?" I looked behind me and thank god Shane had came to help

"Nothing officer, just having some fun" Merle said with an evil grin as he walked away

I sat back down, my heart beating hard in my chest

Shane kneeled infront of me

"You okay?"

"Ya I'm fine, thank you Shane" I said as I got back to the fish

"No problem, you let me know if he causes you any more problems" he said as he ruffle my hair and left

"He's a real ass" Amy said making me laugh

"Ya you're right about that, I just wish he would leave me alone"

"Ya them Dixon brothers are real trouble"

"Merle for sure, no doubt about it but I don't think Daryl is like his brother" I said feeling bad for Daryl, I never felt scared around him like I did with Merle

"They seem the same to me" Amy shrugged

After finishing up with the fish we gave it to Lori and Andrea to cook

"Thanks y/n" Lori said looking at all the fish

"Ya it's no problem, I'm just gonna go for a little walk, I'll be back soon"

"Be careful, do you got a knife?" She asked

"Yup I'm all good to go" I said patting the knife I had strapped to my hip

"Okay just be wary out there"

And with that I walked out into the woods, I always felt more at peace out here, sure I felt safe back at camp but sometimes it got too overwhelming

I sat down against a tree, just listening to the birds and the wind gently blowing through the trees

I sat there for a while until I heard something approaching, I quickly sat up, pulling out my knife when I got pushed back against the tree, it happened so fast and that's when I saw it was Merle in front of me, pinning me

"Merle what are you doing?" I said scared

"Getting what I want" he said as his hand started to wander and I tried wiggling out of his grasp

"Merle, the hell are ya doing" it was Daryl, he was standing behind Merle, I looked at him over Merle's shoulder giving him a pleading look of help

"Just go baby brother, nothing here to concern you" he said, I could hear the evil in his voice

"Merle just get off her" he said as he tugged on his shoulder

Merle quickly turned and shoved Daryl to the ground and for some reason this angered me, I took this opportunity with Merle's back to me to shove him away, now standing in front of Daryl, looking at Merle with my knife pointing at him

"Merle this is the last time I'll tell you to leave me alone, next time I won't be so nice"

"You think you can fight me girl" he laughed

"Just go, before I go get Shane" this shut him up

"This ain't over girl" he yelled as he walked away

I sighed, feeling the adrenaline pump through my body, I turned around and looked down at Daryl

I kneeled down next to him

"Hey are you okay?" I asked with true concern

"I'm fine" he grunted as he stood up and brushed the dirt off of his pants

I stood up too feeling awkward, is we him look me over

"Did he hurt you?"

"I'm okay, my back hurts from being pushed against a tree, but I'll be fine"

"Ya sure?" He asked biting his cheek

"Ya don't worry about it, thank for helping me, I don't know what he would've done"

"Try and stay away from him"

"I try but he always hovers around me"

We started walking back to the camp in silence, the food should be ready now, the sun was setting so this is when we usually ate, as my adrenaline faded I could really feel how bad my back really felt

Everyone was sitting around the fire and there was two open spots so we sat next to each other, I liked how he was quiet, I didn't feel overwhelmed with him

I leaned over to get some food, wincing as I felt a sharp pain up my spine

"Honey are you okay?" My mom asked noticing, attracting the attention of everyone

"I'm fine mom" I smiled as I sat back down

I looked at Daryl next to me and he had, what I assumed was worry in his eyes making me look back down at my plate

Once people finished their meals, they started to trickle off one by on until only a few were left

"Are you coming sweetie?" My dad asked as they were going to head to bed

"I'm gonna stay out for a bit" I said

"I was just me, Daryl, Amy, Andrea, Lori and Shane left

The sitting was backing my back feel worse and it was hard not showing it, and Daryl noticed

"Let me look at it" he grunted as he licked his fingers clean and pulled out a flashlight

I didn't care at the moment, so I turned back facing him, he lifted my shirt up and flashed the light

"Shit" he said and the others came quickly looking as well

"What's wrong?" I asked scared

"Your whole spin is bruised" Amy said

I felt Daryl traced the bruises gently then he pulled my shirt back down

"What happens y/n?" Shane asked

I looked at Daryl not knowing if I should rat out his brother or not

"Damn Merle" he groaned

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch" Shane said

"Guys just leave it, Daryl got there in time anyways just.....can you guys make sure he doesn't come near me again" I asked nervously

"Of course sweetie, Daryl would you want to watch out for her when we can't since you usually know where Merle is" Lori asked

"Sure" he said as he went back to eating, for some reason the thought of having him be like my own personal body guard excited me

[beauwolfsong]

who: @jayparkv where: jay's house in the early morning of july 14

It had been a long night, and Beau knew it would probably be a while before he attended the summer festival again—maybe not until next summer, if ever. He finally managed to catch up with Nathan, who looked a little worse for wear but would be okay. Though beyond exhausted, there was one more place Beau needed to go before he could rest. He had to make sure Jay was alright. His phone hadn't worked during the festival, but now it did. Still, that wasn’t enough. He needed to see Jay with his own eyes, touch him with his own bloody hands.

Sneaking out of the house without waking his brothers, Beau avoided drawing attention to himself. They’d all had a long night, and the last thing he wanted was to answer a million questions. He drove to Jay's place in record time, swerving around debris scattered in the road.

What he found at Jay’s wasn’t what he expected: dead animals and their stench. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Beau saw himself caked in dirt and dried blood. The blood on his hands was Nathan’s, from when they pulled that metal rod out of his foot. Maybe he should just go home, text Jay like a normal person. But Beau had never been normal when it came to Jay. He turned off the car and got out.

It didn’t take long to find Jay on the edge of his property, digging holes. Beau’s heart constricted in his chest as he watched him for a moment. Jay seemed perfectly fine. Relief flooded through Beau, and he quickened his steps to reach Jay faster. "Jay, I—" He stopped short, noticing the dead pigs beside Jay. His empty stomach twisted. He was hungry, but not that hungry. He stepped closer, stopping a couple of feet away. "Do you need any help?"

As Beau stood there, a realization hit him like a freight train. It wasn’t just relief he felt; it was something deeper, something that had been simmering under the surface for far too long. His heart wasn’t just constricting out of concern—it was out of something much more powerful. Beau had always been protective of Jay, always felt a strong connection, but he’d never allowed himself to dig deeper into those feelings. Standing there, he couldn’t deny it any longer. He cared about Jay in a way that went beyond a hook up.

"Jay, I—" Beau started again, his voice softer, more vulnerable. "I’m really glad you’re okay." The words felt inadequate, but they were all he could manage at the moment.

[the-magpie-archives]

so i saw your post about finding a dead body and having had even weirder things happen to you... care to elaborate any?

I do indeed care to elaborate! To start off with, all of this is true, but whether or not you believe it, it's pretty interesting.

So for a long time my friends and I have joked that I'm cursed because wherever I am weird stuff tends to happen. Sometimes this is just normal mundane odd things, weird coincidences or accidental predictions, but sometimes it's worse.

On that particular day I mentioned in my previous post I'd just started season 2 of tma and I made a silly joke about kinning Jon, thought nothing of it! This was back when I was in college so I went in for my classes, everything was fine.

Back then myself and a friend would walk around the city every day after class until around pretty late at night, which in hindsight was quite dangerous but we survived so how bad could it really have been!

Anyways, that day we went into Paddington Station to grab a coffee and upon entering saw a very dead man slumped on a bench. I won't go into detail but it was very clear there was nothing we could do for him. I'm as anti cop as the next person but in that situation there's not much else you can really do, so we found an officer, told him what was going on, and carried on going to get coffee. It sounds dismissive but we really had done everything we could do.

That was one of the most memorable times I've heard the 'Inspector Sans please report' announcement. There was never any investigation or report on the death, the guy looked homeless and like he'd overdosed so that's just not the kind of death that's newsworthy in a big city.

We decided to carry on with our usual daily walk, not really wanting to hang around the station after that. We ended up playing a fun little manifestation game as we walked, in which you basically decide an intention and walk whichever way you feel is right in the hopes of manifesting what you want. We weren't doing it seriously and my friend said we should try to find a celebrity, so I agreed, and we started. Neither of us said it to eachother at the time but we both felt uneasy about it.

We walked through Hyde Park and came out in Knightsbridge where we carried on walking. At this point the unease reached a peak point and we both admitted to eachother that we felt like something terrible was going to happen. Every car stopping and every person shouting felt like it would be the start of something awful, but what could we do except carry on?

We did carry on, for quite a while too. The feeling changed though, and i couldn't for the life of me shake the feeling that we were being watched, being followed, perhaps even compelled. I'm pretty big on spiritual stuff and I've been ghost hunting for years and this energy was NOT one that I liked at all. My friend was dead set on a certain route, down a particular street, and i DESPERATELY wanted to go that way too, but it just felt wrong. I had no reason to want to go that way, there was nothing interesting there!

At that point I stopped and told her I couldn't say why but that we should turn around. She really didn't want to, and i was worried we'd end up outright arguing in the street, but eventually she agreed. The second we turned round and started walking it started to rain. An insistent, heavy shower. It was weird, but that feeling of being watched left almost as soon as we were off that road.

It was around sunset by then, and we grabbed another coffee before splitting off to head home. My friend left to catch a bus, and i went to try and find the station. It had gotten dark, and Google maps said that Green Park Station was only a couple of minutes away, so I headed towards it, but my GPS was screwed up and I ended up taking a weird loop through the park itself and around the outside of The Ritz before I actually got there.

In that maybe 10 minutes of walking around alone, in the dark, even more strange things happened! For a start, in the park I nearly bumped into someone who was loudly chatting to their friend who just happened to be called Basira! I accidentally followed a cop to a little side entrance of the Ritz, and then managed to arrive at the station just in time to witness the aftermath of a bus accident!

Apologies for the long ramble, but that is the full story of that particular dead body, it's one of many adventures of the sort, and is definitely the sort of thing that made tma even more fun to listen to than it already is!

[esper-union-lounge]

A Trip With You

Xiao Yin (Azure Dragon) x Reader

Summary:

Staying in Gyrate can get a little boring, but you never have the desire to leave the city. However, Xiao Yin thought otherwise.

Tag: fluff, short fic, mild tsundere (Reader), idk what is this

There was sound everywhere. The sound of cars honking, traffic lights turning red to green, and the bustling sound of the people crossing the road. You only stood by the sidewalk, watching as people hurriedly rush to whatever places they needed to be.

Gyrate was all and all the same.

Nothing stood out to you in particular. It was a normal day in the mega-city, all except for the Esper that was following you for a while. He coughed and you turned your head around to look at him with mild concern.

Xiao Yin, a member of the Hunter's Guild, was standing next to you. A hand covering his mouth coughing up a small fit while the other fanned the fumes away.

"... The traffic here can get quite bad... The fumes got you?" you asked.

The Esper let out a soft smile as he continued to cough. A little embarrassed, he replied, "... I am just not used to so many fumes."

"The air in Greywater seems way cleaner in comparison," he continued to joke. You only nodded and turn your gaze away from him.

Once he regained his breath, Xiao Yin looked at you. His soft and sweet smile still plastered on his face and spoke, "Have you given what I said a good thought?"

You took a deep breath, delaying your answer to think of a good excuse to reject him.

"..." no sound came out of your mouth. There was a part of you that wants to accept his offer. You convinced yourself, is there much outside this city?

He saw the expression on your face and he said, "I know it will be fun. If you think about it, there are so many things the world has to offer other than Gyrate. In Grandis, as a whole."

"Like what?" you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"Well, you could visit Tangton. They built a beautiful botanical garden. It's been the talk of the town. But if you opt for something more majestic, we can watch the dunes in Utgard. They shift in shapes during different seasons."

You imagined the sight in your head. Thinking, about how it could be possible for dunes to move. You imagine yourself getting lost in the gardens, surround by bushes and plants that you have never seen before.

The proposal sounds attractive.

As you stroll along Gyrate, Xiao Yin followed. His soft and gentle voice spoke of words to convince you.

It was, at last, you stopped in your tracks and turn towards him once more. "Why are you still following me? Don't you have other business to attend to?" you pushed him away, but your eyes quiver slightly to show otherwise and Xiao Yin saw through you.

"I do, but it's not time yet." he replied, "I like walking along the streets with you. Thanks to you, I got to go to places I've never been to in Gyrate. Perhaps when you come to Greywater, I can show you around too." he smiled.

"... You are determined for me to say yes," you couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

"Do you like travelling that much?" you added. A smile is drawn on your lips.

"Very much. And, there's no one better to travel with than you." Xiao Yin teased, "So, what do you say?"

It has been roaming in your mind for a while ever since he proposed the idea. You were doubtful if you would budge. With his sincere voice and patience, it was his determination that swayed you.

"Fine... Yes, I'll go," you finally gave him the answer he wanted.

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Author's note:

Idk what this is, maybe just some fluffy moments.

Xiao Yin stole my heart with his bounty stories.

(C) Esper Union Lounge

[omegaxlore]

전기 - 박진우 / 케빈

word count: 4646 trigger / content warning(s) : car accident

Odd yet continuous coincidences started happening with the Park family the day their son Jinwoo was born.

The moment Jinwoo’s parents heard his crying the hospital electricity flickered before going out entirely. The entire hospital stood for a moment, baffled. A select few managed to get the back up generators working within seconds, and the hospital was back to functioning as best as it could for what they had at the moment. 

Of course Jinwoo’s parents brushed off the moment because they were just happy to finally have their son with them and that he was safely delivered. The next day as the Parks were leaving the hospital to go home with their son the power suddenly turned back on with no issues.

But the weird coincidences didn’t stop there.

Many electronic things began to not work in the Park’s home once they brought home Jinwoo. First it was the baby monitors in Jinwoo’s room. His parents thought he had been a miracle baby who slept through the night, but they found him crying when they woke up thinking it was weird that their son had not called for them.

After that they moved Jinwoo’s crib into their room and threw out the baby monitors.

But of course things did not stop there.

Ω

Over the years, more and more things would break. The most random things too. Most of the time Jinwoo was holding them. Most of his battery powered toys would short circuit and stop working all together. Very rarely did his toys explode. There was even a time when Jinwoo turned off a lamp light and the lightbulb popped and the room quickly fell into darkness. 

Of course Jinwoo was never hurt. His parents were never hurt either. Of course things broke when his parents touched them as well. Oddly enough each time something that broke Jinwoo was either being held by his parents or holding on to his parents. Sometimes he would be just close enough for the object to break.

The parents just always figured they got a faulty object. Sometimes they would get replaced or they would change tactics and then it wouldn’t happen again.

But that all changed one fateful day. Jinwoo’s 10th birthday.

Ω

“Happy Birthday!” Jinwoo’s parents enter his room with a cake and candles already lit. Jinwoo wakes up and blows out the candles.

“Get ready! We have a whole day planned for you!” Jinwoo’s father rushes Jinwoo to get ready. Jinwoo got ready in record time, excited for what his parents had planned.

They enter the car, and drive off.

“We are going into the heart of the city today!” Jinwoo’s mother tells Jinwoo excitedly.

Jinwoo’s parents continue to talk about their fun day out and all they have planned for Jinwoo’s birthday. Jinwoo laughs excitedly in the back of the car. They had the zoo, aquarium, lunch, a movie, arcade, and dinner planned. 

Suddenly the car jolted a moment before running smoothly once more.

“You got the car checked out like I said, right?” Jinwoo’s mother asked.

“Of course I did,” her husband answers, “maybe I just slid on the road.”

“In broad daylight where it hasn’t rained in a couple weeks?” his wife counters.

“It’s fine,” he tells her.

Then the car jolted again, but this time it didn’t resume running normally. Jinwoo’s father tries slamming his foot on the brakes but the car doesn’t slow. The car starts to sway to a side. His father turns the steering wheel in with the turn to stop the spinning.

That’s when it all started. One car slams into them. Then another, and another, and another. In total, 13 cars piled into the Park family.

Instead of a happy day full of adventures and fun things, they were taken to the hospital. Luckily nobody in the car piled up, and there wasn’t too much damage. Jinwoo was unharmed- just a few cuts and bruises. His parent’s came out with concussions. His mother with her broken leg and his father with a broken wrist and shoulder.

The Parks were clear of any blame once the dash cam video and audio were examined as well as the recent check on the car which Jinwoo’s father provided the paperwork for.

That was the final straw for Jinwoo’s father.

“That’s it,” he frustratingly called as he sat in the dining room with his wife, “we’re moving. Leaving the city. Leaving behind all electronics. We cannot continue to live like this.”

“Honey, you’re being rash about all of this,” his wife tries to calm him.

Despite suppose to be in bed, Jinwoo stands hidden behind the hallway wall listening to his parents.

“Look at you,” he tells her, standing up, “look at me. We’re lucky Jinwoo wasn’t even hurt. He was in the car where all the other cars collided with us. We can’t continue on with life. Things break around us and we need to get away from it all.”

Jinwoo’s father sat back down and with a slouch. His wife didn’t argue, just a quiet okay.

A couple weeks later they were packed up, Jinwoo was withdrawn from school, and they were on their way.

Jinwoo’s parents saw their new house as a blessing. Kevin thought it was like a prison. He had to throw out a majority of his toys because they were electronics. He did admit though, the house was pretty and the countryside felt like a fairytale. He could adventure around. Maybe his dad would finally build a tree house or a fort for him.

That first night they were there a storm rolled in, but it wasn’t your normal rainstorm. It was an electric storm. Something uncommon for the area. Lightning never touched the ground but would just bounce between the clouds.

Despite this being an uncommon occurrence in the area it became common over the years. The electric storm comes at least once a week during the evening and disappears by morning.

Jinwoo continued to grow up. If anything his education was better than in the city. He developed a passion for books and started a mini library in his room and around the house. The countryside grew on his but tired him out. Everything was the exact same. There was nothing new, no change, no excitement. That’s why Jinwoo always found himself reading- escaping to a world where he can be someone else- a magical being or someone with super powers. It made him want to be a librarian one day. To own something and inspire others. To have a place to escape- a place for others to escape as well.

Ω

“For my birthday this year,” Jinwoo says as he finishes his dinner, “I want to take a trip to a library in a nearby city.” His father chokes on his food and begins coughing.

“Oh, honey,” his mother stammers for a moment, “I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

“Your mother is right,” his father follows up after clearing his throat and mouth of food.

“But I really want to go,” Jinwoo tells them, “I’ve heard it’s the oldest library in the country and it’s got the coolest architecture and it has ancient paintings done by famous artists inside. Plus I could see if they offer internships for when I’m ready to go to college.”

His mother looks at Jinwoo sadly, understanding his want to go. She looks to her husband.

“Jinwoo, there is a reason we left the city,” his father starts.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jinwoo retorts, “because of the electronics and we don't have a good relationship with them and working around us… if you’ll excuse me.” Jinwoo stands up from the table and leaves the dining room.

He closes the door quietly behind him and sighs.

The one time I asked to go to the city despite wanting to for years… and I can’t go.

Jinwoo walks up to his window and stares out at the clouds rolling in. Lightning bounces between the clouds like a game of tag. He closes his window and pulls the curtains shut.

Jinwoo sits in his little corner he set up as a library / study area. He sits on the comfy pillows and pulls out his text book. He’s studying for a college entrance exam- for a college far away from the small country area he lived in.

He reads through the book for a couple hours, answering practice questions when they come up.

A light knock at his door stops him from completing the question he’s on.

“Come in,” Jinwoo calls. The door opens and his mother smiles. She sits on the edge of his bed, across from him.

“I spoke with your father,” his mother tells him, “and I have convinced him to allow you to go to the library for a visit.” Jinwoo suddenly lights up.

“Your father would like him and I to come with you. If that’s alright?” His mother asks.

“Of course that’s okay,” Jinwoo jumps up, throwing his textbook to the side. He hugs his mother tight, “thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” His mother smiles and hugs him back.

Ω

Almost a week later, on a weekend, Jinwoo and his parents are on a bus towards the city. Jinwoo watches the scenery, enjoying the change from the countryside to the city. His parents sit worriedly. Their memories of the car pile up haunts them still. 

The entire bus ride Jinwoo’s parents tensely sit, but watch their son enjoy his time. Eventually his parents relaxed, answering Jinwoo’s questions about certain things he saw.

“Do you know where we are going?” His father asks as they all finally exit the bus.

“Yes! It’s just around the corner!” Jinwoo excitedly claps his hands a couple times. He proudly leads the way to the library.

When Jinwoo spots it, he runs up the stairs, leaving his parents behind. He stares at the magnificent carved marble doors, but his eyes quickly land on a sign.

Closed for renovations. 

Jinwoo’s heart sinks. He came all this way, just for the library to be closed.

“It’s closed,” Jinwoo turns around to his parents, defeated.

“Closed?” Jinwoo’s mother looks at the note, “oh honey. I’m so sorry.” Jinwoo turns back to look at the large doors once more.

“Hi there!” Someone calls behind Jinwoo’s parents. The three turn around and face their caller. Their eyes widen when they see Jinwoo.

“How can I help you three?” They smile, clasping their hands together, a row of bags handing off each arm.

“Oh, we brought our son to see the library,” his father explains, “but it seems it’s closed. We had no idea.”

“Well you’re in luck! I happen to be the librarian. My name is Poaegi,” they smile, “come inside!” Poaegi steps past them, opening the doors for them to walk inside.

The door slowly closes behind them. Jinwoo stares around in wonder, his eyes not staying on one thing longer than a second.

“Oh, wow this is beautiful,” his mother states.

“Thank you! My family has worked on this place for generations,” Poaegi tells them.

“Your family owns this?” Jinwoo asks.

“My family built this,” Poaegi corrects with a smile, “it’s now mine to take care of until I have children and pass it on.” 

“That’s absolutely amazing,” Jinwoo’s father states looking at the walls and ceiling- covered in art, “Jinwoo has told us much about this place.”

“Oh yeah?” Poaegi smiles, “I’ll be more than happy to give a tour if you allow me a moment to set my bags down.”

“Take your time dear,” Jinwoo’s mother tell Poaegi. Poaegi quickly exits, leaving the three to wander around the front desk.

“There must be books dated back centuries if the library has been here this long,” Jinwoo’s father states.

“Almost 1000 years,” Jinwoo tells him.

“Okay. I can take you three around the library now,” Poaegi reappears brushing their hands off on their shirt.

Poaegi takes the three around the available parts of the library, explaining each section in great detail. All the artwork and who it was painted by. Showing off the oldest books that belonged to Poaegi’s ancestors. 

“Well, that’s unfortunately all I can show you right now because the library is under renovations,” Poaegi circles the group back to the front desk, “but please do explore around for a little bit. I just ask please don’t risk yourselves going into renovation areas.” Poaegi smiles and leaves the group alone.

“I think I want to go look back at some of those paintings,” Jinwoo’s mother states.

“The ones next to the old books?” her husband perks up. The two walk off back towards an earlier section they toured leaving Jinwoo alone.

Jinwoo kind of wanders around. Just wanting to explore what he could. See the types of books the library held.

Jinwoo wanders up and down the library aisles for a while, just observing the book, until one catches his eye. It seems out of place. 

Ethereal Trove.

Why would there be a book about the library in the history section when there is a whole area dedicated to the library and its history. Jinwoo reaches out and touches the book.

He instantly pulls away when a wave of lightning rolls off his finger and down the spine of the book. The lightning doesn’t disappear though. It sits in one place on the edge of the bookshelf, leaving no damage to the book or shelf. Jinwoo watches it. It moves a tad closer to Jinwoo before zipping off in the other direction.

Jinwoo watches it and then finds himself following it. He wasn’t really watching where he was going. His eyes were trained on the little wave of lightning bolts that wanted him to follow it. Was he dreaming? Were his eyes playing tricks on him.

Suddenly Jinwoo finds himself in a large open room. The wave of lighting rolls off the bookshelves and onto the floor, racing to the pillar in the center of the room. The lightning spirals up the pillar before entering the ceiling and zipping across to another pillar. It strikes it and then it all disappears. 

A loud bang takes Jinwoo’s attention away from the lightning. A tall boy stands near another pillar, a book at his feet. He stares wide-eyed at Jinwoo. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t me-”

The boy picks up his book and runs past Jinwoo. He turns and watches as the boy scurries off down one of the isles. He feels a little defeated.

“Don’t mind Taedong,” Poaegi’s voice calls. Jinwoo turns back around to find Poaegi standing off to the side where the boy previously was, “he’s shy. But he’s a sweet boy. I’m sure you will become friends quickly.”

“I didn’t mean to startle him,” Jinwoo stammers, slightly embarrassed.

Poaegi lightly laughs, “Jinwoo, it’s okay. Taedong is still learning to open up to others.” Jinwoo looks back down the aisle. He can see Taedong sitting further down reading his book once more.  

“How did you even manage to come to this part of the library?” Poaegi asks, “it’s hidden away from the rest of the other areas.”

“Oh, I-” Jinwoo stops, how does he explain what happened?

“I feel like it’s going to sound crazy,” Jinwoo tells them, unsure of himself.

“Crazy?” Poaegi perks up, “I love crazy stories. Nothing surprises me anymore. Try me.”

Jinwoo looks at them, eyebrows raised. He relaxes then takes a deep breath.

“Earlier, when I was looking at the books I touched one of them and these little bolts of electricity ran down the book and the bookshelf. They just stayed in one spot and rippled,” Jinwoo explains, “so I approached it. When I did, it moved. So I stopped. Then it stopped. So I followed it here and then it jumped off the bookshelf and onto the floor and into the center pillar in this room.”

“And then?” Poaegi asks, despite knowing what he’s going to say.

“All the little bolts separated and ran up the pillar, across the ceiling and down into the far… pillar over… there,” Jinwoo slowly stops talking looking at Poaegi, “why does it feel like you knew what I was going to explain.”

Poaegi smiles, “because I did. You are special, Park Jinwoo.”

“Special?” Jinwoo questions them, disbelieving the word.

“Jinwoo,” Poaegi calls for him. They put their hands behind their back and walk further into the open room, “let me ask you… or I guess I want you to think… think about all the times in your life when electricity was surrounding you and how you interacted with it… what happened?”

Jinwoo stands there, eyebrows furrowed. He watches Poaegi walk around looking at the twelve different pillars in the room.

“Most of the time they broke if I touched them,” Jinwoo plainly answers, “but things would break if my parents touched them too. So I don’t know what you’re trying to get at.”

“Were you being held by your parents or hugging on to your parents? Or touching the object at the same time?” Poaegi continues with the questioning. Jinwoo takes a deep breath, slightly bothered by being interrogated. He wants a relaxing birthday exploring the most beautiful library in the country. But the more Jinwoo thinks about the questions, the more he relaxes and realizes Poaegi was trying to get at something. They were right. Every time something broke, Jinwoo was somehow touching his parents as well or touching the object too.

“I… I was,” Jinwoo answers quietly, “what does that mean?”

“It’s nothing bad,” Poaegi reassures him, “but like I said earlier. You’re special.”

Poaegi walks up to Jinwoo and grabs his hand. They pull him across the large room and up to one of the pillars.

“Look closely. This one didn’t get its gift until you stepped into the room,”Poaegi tells him, “the lightning you saw was your ability returning to home.”

“My ability?” Jinwoo looks at Poaegi bewildered but turns his head to look at the pillar. The pillar looks normal. Then he sees it. Lightning speeds across the pillar before disappearing. Then more began to do the same thing.. Jinwoo reaches out to touch it. When his hand comes into contact with the marble pillar, lightning crackles and runs up his hands and arms.. 

Jinwoo pulls his hand away, and watches as the lightning disappears instantly.

“You, Park Jinwoo, are an Ethereal. Created by the universe to help protect those who cannot protect themselves,” Poaegi explains.

“Now that is crazy,” Jinwoo tells them, “and crazy surprises me.”

“Oh?” Poaegi challenges. Poaegi raises their arm, a bracelet with 11 different charms dangle down.

“Pick one,” Poaegi tells Jinwoo, but they already know which one he will be drawn to. Jinwoo watches, observing each charm.

“That one,” Jinwoo points.

“Figured,” Poaegi smiles and pulls off the bow and arrow charm. The charm flashes and then appears in Poaegi’s hand life-size. The arrows crackle and they appear more like lightning bolts, but the bow looks like a normal ordinary bow. Jinwoo’s eyes sparkle in wonder.

“How-”

“I’m an Ethereal too, Jinwoo,” Poaegi tells him, “you, I, and ten others were created by the universe. Granted different elemental abilities.”

“But what are we protecting from?” Jinwoo asks, “everyday crime?”

Poaegi drops the bow and arrow to the floor which flash in a light then disappear, but the charm reappears on Poaegi’s bracelet. Poaegi's face darkens a little, “I wasn’t told much about it. My parents kept a lot hidden from me because they didn’t think it would appear back in my lifetime. But, there is this monster. From what I’ve managed to find in this library, it’s hunting down the Ethereals and it steals their powers before taking their souls.”

Jinwoo stares at Poaegi horrified.

“We don’t have to worry too much yet,” Poaegi tells him, “despite being born with our abilities, it doesn’t mean the monster has woken up. We might be able to find the monster before it wakes up and destroy it.”

“That still doesn’t sound much better,” Jinwoo tells them.

“If I can’t get all the Ethereals together, we will be easier to hunt down and I won’t be able to protect us all if we are all separated,” Poaegi explains.

“I thought we all protected?” Jinwoo asks.

“I’m the Protection Ethereal,” Poaegi tells him, “it’s why I have copies of all your relics on my bracelet. I have the ability to mimic your abilities to a limit and my natural instinct is to protect.” Jinwoo stands still momentarily, thinking. He turns away from Poaegi and looks at the rest of the pillars in the room.

“Which one is yours?” Jinwoo asks quietly. Poaegi smiles and grabs his hand. Poaegi walks to the center pillar in the room.

“But there is nothing. It doesn’t look like it has a gift,” Jinwoo states looking up and down and around the pillar.

“Nope,” Poaegi smiles, “that’s the point, it's so I can fit and shape to everyone else. I am the protector and I need to be able to step into anyone’s place at any time when needed.”

Jinwoo hesitates, “...you mean if they die?”

Poaegi whips their head to Jinwoo and catches their tongue. They pause for a moment.

“Not necessarily,” Poaegi starts, deciding to not hide the truth, “I can also step in and aid as well. If there needs to be two of someone, I can do that too.” Jinwoo looks back at the pillar and nods his head.

Jinwoo steps away and walks past each pillar, examining the cravings.

“Everyone’s pillar is a bit unique to their ability,” Poaegi stands by their pillar watching Jinwoo, “do you recognize some of these elements?”

Jinwoo stares up at the bright white pillar, it almost illuminates. “Light.” Jinwoo walks to the next one, he has the instinct to place his hand on it, it beats- like a heart. “Healing or Life.” The next is charred. “Fire.” After that is a black one. “Darkness.” Next wasn’t a pillar. Jinwoo reached out and his hand hit something. Invisible? But that’s not an elemental.

“Air,” Poaegi answers. 

Jinwoo nods his head and moves to the next one.

Broken? Jinwoo stares at the pillar. It was broken in half and almost dulled compared to the others but not black to be darkness. Jinwoo looks to the next one, vines wrapping around, and flowers constantly blooming.

“Life,” Jinwoo points to the living pillar. He turns his head back to the one in front of him.

“This is Taedong’s pillar,” Poaegi quietly tells him, having approached him in silence, but it didn’t scare Jinwoo, “death.” Jinwoo’s eyes slightly widen. That’s why he didn’t want Jinwoo near him. He wanted to stay far away from what he could potentially hurt.

“Is that why?” Jinwoo asks.

“No,” Poaegi half chuckles for a moment, “he’s just afraid of letting people close to him. He can’t kill people. Well I mean he could. Anyone can kill someone. But Taedong’s abilities are very unique. They don’t possess the power to kill.” Jinwoo stares at the pillar for a moment more before moving on to the next one beyond life. This one looks similar to the Air one, but it’s blurry. It hurts Jinwoo’s eyes to look at it for too long.

“Mind,” Poaegi says looking away as well, “it hurts everyone’s head but our other Jinwoo.”

“There is another Jinwoo?” Jinwoo asks, and Poaegi nods. Jinwoo moves onto the next pillar and it's plain. Just like Poaegi’s… and so it's the one after that.

“We’re missing two more Ethereals,” Poaegi explains before he can ask, “water and earth.”

“So these pillars are here for what? Decoration? Power up?” Jinwoo asks.

“I’m still not sure,” Poaegi answers truthfully, “like I said earlier, my parents kept a lot of things from me before they both died. So I’m having to learn everything as I go. I do know they are helping train and control your abilities. That’s what I am using them for right now, but I know they can do more. I just don’t have any of the knowledge or books.”

The two stand quietly for a moment near the entrance of the room.

“I-I should probably get back to my parents, then,” Jinwoo states.

“You are welcome to stay. Just like the others. You’ll have a space here and learn about your abilities,” Poaegi tells him.

“I don’t know if I can convince my parents to let me stay in the city and about this whole Ethereal thing,” Jinwoo awkwardly laughs, “they would probably flip if they found out I’m the reason we can’t be around electronics.”

Poaegi softly smiles, “I understand. I just can’t protect you if you are far away. I don’t want anything to happen.” The two stand in uncomfortable silence now.

“We could give them a white lie,” Poaegi suggests after a moment.

“I can’t lie to my parents,” Jinwoo tells them.

“It’s not really a lie,” Poaegi counters, “you want to be a librarian one day right? I have the legal grounds of getting you an internship to help you with your career path. You could tell you parents I offered it to you and that you would be able to stay here for free with food and a room.”

Jinwoo hesitates, “it would take some convincing.”

“That’s okay,” Poaegi tells him and hands him a card, “give me a call when you do it.”

Jinwoo takes the card and the two of them walk back into the library where Jinwoo’s parents were waiting by the door.

“Thank you again for coming,” Poaegi shakes their hands and bows once more to them.

“Thank you for opening up the doors for us despite being under renovations,” his father thanks Poaegi. Poaegi watches them leave, knowing Jinwoo would come back.

Ω

“Poaegi offered me an internship there,” Jinwoo tells his parents as they sit on the bus ride home.

“An internship?” His mother inquires, “but the whole library is under renovations.”

“Well someone is going to need help with organizing and cataloging the books when they get back on the shelves. They said certain parts of the library will be worked on at a time, so it’s still somewhere functional for the librarian and assistants to use,” Jinwoo tells them, coming up with an entire lie. He felt so guilty but if what Poaegi said is true then he knows he can’t stay far for too long.

“Plus it will look really good on my resume for when I finish my degree,” Jinwoo finishes.

“I’m just a little nervous about it all,” his mother states, “what do you think, honey?” His father has sat quietly this whole time.

“We didn’t have any issues with electronics today,” his father states. Jinwoo wants to facepalm. That is what he was thinking about?

“That’s true,” his mother agrees. Double facepalm.

“Is this really what you want to do, son?” his father turns to him.

“Yes,” Jinwoo smiles.

“Okay,” his father nods, “but the moment those little electronics act up I want you back home.” They will never let go of this… but I mean at least Jinwoo had an answer to it all now.

“Okay, dad, I promise,” Jinwoo tells him, yet another lie.

“Good. Good,” his father turns to look out the window again.

“When will they want you to start?” His mother redirects his attention.

“As soon as possible is what I was told,” Jinwoo answers and his mother smiles.

“You’re growing up so fast,” she smiles, “we’ll help you.” Jinwoo smiles. He may have lied really about one thing. A promise he can’t keep. But if it means keeping his parents safe he could live with it. Hopefully they can destroy this monster thing and then Jinwoo can come back home to his parents and not have to worry about it anymore.

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Attempted Rape/Non-Con

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Angst

much angstier than my normal writing

The calls concerning kids are always the hardest. Not to say that other calls aren't hard, but these ones hit especially hard. Buck takes a sip of his drink, ice hitting his lips. The soda is sweet, if a little diluted by the melting ice. He replays the call in his head. He knows he shouldn't. It's doesn't do any good to linger on things you can't change. But he can't help himself. He knows he should go over to Eddie's, or invite Hen or Chim or someone out with him. But he just wants to be alone right now. Plus, he's not having any alcohol, so he can drive himself home. He'd like to drink, but he can't bring himself to do it. He knows that one drink will turn into two, then three, and so on in order to forget the day.

God, the boy couldn't have been older than ten. The family had gotten into a bad car crash getting off the highway. Some drunk driver ran them off the road and straight into construction equipment. They were lucky that everyone came out alive. When they had pulled up, they saw the mangled car and automatically assumed that there would be at least one casualty. Hen and Chim had checked on the parents while Buck checked on the kid. The mom was unconscious. The dad was fine, just some bruising. He kept screaming for his son.

It reminded Buck of how he screamed for Christopher during the tsunami. That guttural, terrified scream that rips your throat to shreds. The dad didn't calm down until he saw that his son was alright. The boy had a broken leg and a big gash on his arm that needed stitches, but he was otherwise unharmed. The poor thing was terrified though. He wouldn't stop crying. Eddie did his best to calm him down, but he didn't stop sobbing until his dad was there.

The mom was in bad shape when they got her out. She had been pinned, the metal cutting into her chest. She had a broken clavicle, arm, and a bad concussion. She crashed once on the way to the hospital, according to Hen. They brought her back but it was touch and go for a couple of minutes. Buck doesn't know if she made it through or not. Once they drop them off at the hospital, their job is done. Buck hates that sometimes.

Buck takes a last sip of his soda. The few drops that are left are basically just water anyway. The bartender comes over and grabs the cup, asking if he'd like a refill. Buck nods. Usually he's much chattier. But at the moment he just wants to be alone with his thoughts. The dad's screams keep replaying in his head. He can't help but wonder if that's what he sounded like when he was searching for Christopher. And the way the father ran to his son and held him like he could disappear at any moment, that was the same way that Eddie had held Chris. Buck hates that the memories of that seem to permeate through any other thought he could have.

"Is this seat open?" A man asks. Buck nods and the man takes a seat. He orders a gin and tonic. He swirls it once before taking a sip. "You drinking alone tonight too?"

"Yeah."

Buck hopes the conversation ends there. But, like always, he has bad luck.

"Bad day?"

"Yup."

"Care to talk about it?"

"Prefer not to."

The man shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip of his drink. As he's drinking, a tipsy girl knocks into his stool and the drink splatters all over his front. He swears under his breath. The girl is already gone in the crowd, probably not even aware she bumped into anyone.

"Mind passing me a napkin?"

Buck turns to grab a couple from the pile next to him. He hands it to the stranger, who thanks him. He does his best to mop up the liquid, but most of it has already soaked into his flannel. He pulls it off and ties it around his waist, opting to stay in just his t-shirt. Buck can't help but notice that the guy has a small tattoo on his forearm. It's of a wolf snarling. Kind of tacky, but the illustration is well done.

The man notices him staring. "I got it when I was younger. Thought it would make me look cool." He chuckles a bit.

"Wolves are cool. Did you know that that wolves can run more than 30 miles an hour?" He finds himself reciting a fact he had learned from Chris earlier. Eddie always jokes that between the two of them, he and Chris are practically Google. The two of them are constantly trading facts, about all sorts of things. Chris gets the Nat Geo Kids magazine in the mail, and the two of them read it together. Buck would never admit it, but he finds the magazines just as enjoyable as Chris does. They may be for kids, but they've got a lot of cool information.

Speaking of, he promised he would make Chris pancakes in the morning, so he should probably get going. Buck chugs the rest of his drink and motions for the check. The bartender quickly obliges. He places a twenty on the table and signs the receipt with the provided pen. The stranger tries to engage him in further conversation, but Buck ignores him. He really just wants to go home. He has to dodge several people, almost getting elbowed in the neck by one man attempting to dance. At least, Buck thinks it's dancing. It's so bad it's hard to tell.

He finally makes his way out the door. He has a slight headache setting in. Probably from all the noise inside. He rubs his eyes. His arms feel heavy. He looks at his phone. It's not even that late, it's only ten. Maybe the exhaust of today is catching up to him. He starts the walk to his jeep. He's half way there when he as to stop and brace himself against a wall. God, he feels weird. Really weird. His gut churns. He can't get his legs to move. He sinks to the dirty cement below.

Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong.

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The Alpha's Boy - Chapter 10 - Part 1

Book Two In : The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Alistair 'Star' Claymore-Phoenix

My body hurt, everything was sore, my muscles ached in places I had no idea they could ache, this is why I didn't go to the gym, the after-effects were painful.

'Just because I was a werewolf doesn't mean I was in great shape,I mean come on, I'm a drug addict.'

I had found a couple more pills hidden in my bags that I hadn't realized I hid, so I was still high but not enough to stop myself from going about my day but I dreaded the future that I knew was coming, I knew I was either going to need to find more or I was going to hit a withdrawal.

Neither of those options sounded fun to me.

Not that I had been looking but I had taken notice of the fact that all the medical cabinets in the house were empty aside from toothpaste and contact solutions.

That the kitchen had not even a Tylenol bottle in sight.

It made me feel gross and a bit angry with the fact they didn't trust me enough to even have simple medications laying out but how could I blame them?

They didn't know me, I was just some drug addict that their Grandson took in to raise and I could only imagine what my parents had warned them about.

I sighed as I looked out the living room window to the long driveway, Darren was hauling his suitcase into the back of the SUV, while Silas spoke to Nani and Miquel.

I wanted to go out there and say goodbye, give them a hug and promise them I would be better the next time they see me but I didn't make promises that I couldn't count on keeping and at this point, I didn't know if I would be able to keep a sober promise or even promise them that I would see them again.

'What was that supposed to mean?'

I pushed the dark thoughts from my mind as I opened the front door.

Silas looked over and gave me a warm smile, something I could always count on him to do.

He had a good habit of making things feel safe, he made me feel like I was wanted and had a purpose when all I felt was dread and hopelessness.

"We're gonna miss you bud," Silas said, hugging me from the shoulder and putting a hand in my dark locks, making a mess of my hair.

"Don't give them too much trouble. I'll call you every night. Promise."

"And if he doesn't, I will," Darren said, giving my head a pat when Silas moved his hand.

I gave my Dads a soft smile, I wanted to do right by them, I didn't want to fuck this up.

I watched their car until it was nothing but dust on the dirt road.

I sigh left my lips as I turned back towards the house.

Preston was giving me the morning but said once he was finished lunch he'd be looking for me.

I looked up at the summer sky... clear not a cloud or bird in the sky.

'Ali, Ali.'

I jumped, blinking for a moment to realize I was alone, my skin crawled for a moment with the phantom voice in my head.

I shook myself turning towards the house pushing myself to get ready for the rest of the day.

"It won't be too much work when Riot gets back. I want you up early tomorrow, help me wake everyone up. I'll show you the morning routine, and after that, you and Riot should be fine to work alone while I go on vacation."

'You're going on vacation?'

"Oh, Yeah, Riot and I take two weeks every year. This year he went to Newfoundland to visit some friends, it's beautiful there this time of year. Once he gets back I get my turn, I'm going on a road trip with a few buddies for mine, one is in Calgary, the other is in Edmonton. We're going to go east for a bit. Normally Miquel would help us out but he had a hip replacement in the winter. So really, you came just in time, how lucky is that?"

'Oh yeah? So lucky,' I signed, knowing he wouldn't understand me.

Preston ran a tanned, dirt soaked hand through his blond mop of curl before turning to me with a smile.

"Maybe tomorrow night we can watch a few movies, I need to clean up tonight. Riot gets back in a few days and if the house is a mess he'll skin me but I could use some company if you're interested. You play DnD?"

Uh, no. no DnD. But I'm down for a movie night.'

"It's settled then, I'll see you in the morning, five on the dot."

Preston dusted off his jeans, getting up from the gator as my eyes widened at the time he gave me.

He just smirked at me, ignoring my increased volume 'Hey' from my cell-phone as he walked away with a wave.

"Stop yelling at me and set that alarm. Night, night Star."

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When Storms Arrive

(for Writer's Month day 7 prompts vacation and in the mountains)

Everything was going fine until she got into the mountains.

Mom had told her not to go back yet. Just wait until after the storm had hit and the snow had cleared up. Presumably the professors would consider a snowstorm dropping a foot of snow on the day everyone was supposed to be coming back from Christmas vacation a good excuse for missing class.

Tiana wasn’t looking to drive in the snow, but too many times in grade school and high school she had gone to bed excited for a snow day the following day and woken up to maybe an inch of snow and school as normal. Mom herself usually said that the more the TV people were losing their minds about a storm, the less likely there would even be a storm. And by heading back the night before it was supposed to hit, Tiana should avoid the storm even if it did happen. She had dinner with her family on Saturday night, and she was out the door by eight, plenty of time to get back to school before midnight.

On the interstate, the overhead signs all said ‘severe weather, avoid travel’, but Tiana assumed they were already set that way for the next day. Or they had been set that way all day, like stay at home for the weekend so you’re not trying to drive home in a storm tomorrow. She made her usual stop about an hour out and got her usual treat, one of those gas-station cappuccinos with some plain coffee added to cut the sweetness. Back on the interstate and five miles to her exit, a long sweeping ramp. After that it was a gradual climb into the mountains and then a shorter, steeper descent, and when she hit the valley on the other side she’d only have half an hour to go.

She didn’t start worrying when she started seeing snowflakes.

She didn’t start worrying when she started seeing slush on the road.

She only really started worrying when she had to switch off her high beams because they were catching the snow, now thickly falling, and she couldn’t really see.

She still felt in control of the car, but that might just be because she was going straight. If she had to turn or brake she might feel the slide. And she was going to have to turn and brake when she hit the summit and started heading down.

At least it wasn’t getting worse. She didn’t think. She was driving west, so she was driving into the storm, so it could get worse.

A long curve. She took it deliberately, no quick jerky movements, and wasn’t quite sure if she felt some slipping. Here was the hospital billboard with the counter of how many babies were born there this year– she just recognized it, she didn’t actually take her eyes off the road to look at it. She hoped nobody was trying to get to the hospital to deliver a baby tonight.

One more climb straight up, and there was the elevation sign. Highest point in the county. Downhill from here. Which did not, in this case, mean it was going to be easy.

She kept it slow, not because it made any difference while she was moving, but in case she had to slam on the brakes. Steady pressure on the brake into every turn, slight easing off out of them. She could feel the sliding now, and it sent a feeling like a cold wave through her every time. Partway down she caught up to a truck who was taking it even slower, and decided to stick behind it– she definitely didn’t want to pass it. She made she sure was back enough she could see the mirrors so the driver could see her, and she matched its speed.

A car came flying up in the left lane and screamed past. At least they weren’t in a curve. She had no idea how they could feel safe driving that fast. She wouldn’t be surprised if she saw them off the side of the road further down.

She wished she could remember what milepost was at the bottom of the hill. She wished she didn’t quite know the way back to school and had navigation going and could see it counting down to the next thing to do, which would be getting on the interstate, which would hopefully have been salted.

She didn’t notice when she was at the bottom. She blinked and stared as if she might be seeing things when she saw the sign for the interstate.

The ramp was slippery. She felt it when she turned the wheel to follow the curve, and when she eased on the brake it shuddered under her foot. Then she hit the interstate and felt blessed normal traction under the wheels.

Twenty-five minutes, give or take. Hopefully the city, or at least the campus, would also have salted.

She was not going to tell her mom when the storm had hit. And she was going to hope her mom was in bed before the news came on and didn’t find out for herself.

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2020 Day 7: The Accidents That Happen (hurt/comfort x FFF60 soft bones)

2021 Day 7: Her Own World (feather)

2022 Day 7: Kings of the Castle (flag + castle) (one of my favorites)

[fevzenero]

Ride with High School Friends

The date is 2023-03-04. I have a ride scheduled for today with my high school friends. This is my second ride with them. My first ride was kind of getting to know how they ride since it was really my first time with them. I have no idea on how they would fair for a long group ride.

Our meet up point is at Petron Gas Station located at Marikina Infanta Highway, near the LRT station in Santolan. I arrived there first at around 0700AM. Second to arrive was James, then Mond. So here we are below, taking a selfie before we take off.

From the left, that’s me, then James and Mond.

Here is a short video of us riding through Marikina Infanta to our first destination.

Our first destination was at Caza Peregrine Resort and Restaurant. We arrived at the spot at around 0820AM. We kind of got lost since Waze led us to a place somewhat far from where we should be. We arrived just a few meters away from the entrance and good thing there were people there that helped us find the correct spot.

Here’s a video of us in one of the photographic spots of that place.

Here’s a part of the dining section.

Since this is located in Antipolo, the view there is awesome. I have been told that we should go there around dawn so we can see the sea of clouds. Maybe that would be for another time but for now, this is as good as it gets.

There were a number of people in the place since this is a go to place when going to Antipolo. There were a lot of motorcycle riders present and few number of cars at the parking. You would know that the place is more accessible by motorcycle rather than a car.

We ate breakfast at the place. Was not able to capture an image since I was too busy looking at the scene and when the food came, I quickly dug in. As usual, I always eat the never ending tapa meals. And by the way, we sat at something like a tree house so we could enjoy the food and the view altogether.

Our next stop is at Pililla Windmill Farm. The way was kind of tricky since we started at a spot were there is no cell reception and Waze gets data loss at some parts. We did not take the normal route where we have to ride along Marilaque Highway. It was the weekend and we expected that there would be a lot of riders along the way and we would not like to encounter accidents since that place is prone to.

We also did not choose the road where we would encounter CVM Orchard and Ecopark since we saw that the road was guarded by some military check point. We opted for a route to villages and a whole lot of turns. We did not expect that we had to go through some off road along the way.

We also had a hard time looking for a good spot when we arrived somewhere near the windmills. The map clearly displays that we were there however the place was not what we expected and also not the same as the ones we had seen in the images and videos of people who went there to visit. So we had to do what we have at that time.

We arrived there at around 1250PM.

We had a little bit of a mishap there. We were about to take off and James was not able to correctly maneuver his motorcycle then fell off. We were at some downhill road and he miscalculated. There were some marks on the motorcycle but James was fine. He just laughed it off.

We then headed to our last destination at Sikatan Sikada Cafe.

We had our late lunch here and as usual, I ordered a never ending Tapa meal. I don’t know, but wherever cafe I go, that was usually the one I look for in the menu. The food was good, can’t really say it’s awesome but it serves its purpose. We took our time there since that was the last stop for the day. We relaxed and enjoyed the view since the spot we stayed, it was only us and cool winds embraced us during our time there.

[primofate]

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Nutella Waffles (overhearing and misunderstanding a conversation/situation) MODERN AU ANGST

Characters: Childe, Kazuha, Thoma, Albedo, Kaeya, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread :D, cheating, fighting, insulting, misunderstanding (duh), pregnancy, sexual innuendos, implying sex, mentions of sex, still SFW though, of course I bent the lore since it’s an AU

Notes: I had trouble with this so I decided to make it a modern AU. That’s also why it took so long. I think my brain is starting to run dry XD I mean, there’s only so much situations/conversations I could think of that could be misunderstood. Still, enjoy!

Childe

"Ah, sorry, Y/N, I can’t walk you home today... Maybe tomorrow?” Childe smiled at you, scratching the back of his head, his school bag swung over his shoulder already. He looked like he was in a hurry. 

It’s been a few days like this and you really didn’t know what was happening. You asked him if he needed help with stuff at home or if he was having a hard time with his homework and if that’s why he was always rushing off. He would just give you the same smile and wave a hand. “It’s nothing like that,” and then off he’d go. 

The next day, as you walk towards his classroom during lunchtime you hear him and his friends talking before you even reach the classroom door. 

“Zoe is totally cute,” Childe says. The voice he uses is something that he’d never used on you before. You freeze in your tracks and try to listen in more. “Wow, she really is! Great job picking her!” one of his friends said and it sounded as if they’d hit Childe on the back as a congratulations. “Let me see, let me see,” another one says followed by a gasp. “Have you taken her out yet?” Childe laughs nervously and you know all too well without even looking at him that he’s probably scratching his head. “No, not yet,” 

“Does your girlfriend know yet?” Someone else asks.

And then you hear a laugh that’s all too mischievous. All too playful. All too heart-wrenching. “She doesn’t know!” and they continue to laugh.

You turn away and try your hardest not to let tears escape from your eyes. It felt as if you were being laughed at. Like everyone knew that he was cheating. Everyone except you. It doesn’t help that there was a Zoe in the other class too. The way his friends laughed made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and the tears you were so desperately holding back to finally flow through.

You ended up staying in the washroom for the whole of lunch time, staying in a cubicle for an extra few minutes, late for the next class.

Somehow you didn’t expect Childe to still show up in your classroom to pick you up for the day and walk you home. You stare at him at the classroom door, your eyes had already gone back to their normal shade, but still glossy. He doesn’t notice, he has a big smile on his face that mocks you. Ridicules you. 

“Y/N! Let’s go together today!” Does he feel guilty? Is that why he finally agrees to walk home with you? Cause he’s had his fill of Zoe already? You don’t say a word and exit the classroom, going past him. Childe blinks, and turns to watch you walking away from him. “Y/N?”

He walks after you, and takes his place next to you. He touches the strap of your backpack, as usual, and says “I’ll take this--”

“I got it,” you reply curtly and move away from him. He’s dumbfounded, eyes still a little wide at your sudden coldness. Now he’s getting anxious. Did he do something wrong? “H-Hey...Y/N, are you mad because I didn’t walk home with you the past couple days? See, I was just--”

“I’m not that petty!” You nearly growl at him, holding his gaze for a few seconds before walking off again. Your eyes are starting to prickle with more tears. You just wanted to get home. As soon as you can. Away from him. You didn’t have the heart to break up with him face to face. You liked him too much, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do it while looking at his handsome face. 

Then, he snatches your wrist and pulls you back towards him. The school hallways are emptying out, there’s a few students walking by who ignore the two of you. “Then what’s the matter? I don’t like it when we fight. At least tell me what I did!” 

You wrench your wrist away from his and start sniffing. He stands there, shocked at where your tears are coming from. Until you start talking. “I heard you, during lunch time,” his eyebrows furrow. “Lunch...time?” He mumbles, not following. “When you were talking about your cute Zoe!” He doesn’t say anything for a moment and that only confirms your fears. 

He’d been looking at other girls, and probably wanting them.

“...Y/N, Zoe is...” Childe scratched his cheek, averting his eyes away. 

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you try to turn away, but he doesn’t let you and holds your shoulders with his hands, staring straight at you. “My dog,” You were crying at this point, and when you hear his next words your eyes narrow. “W-What?”

“Zoe is my new dog,” 

“B-But your friend asked if you took her out yet...”

“Yeah,” Childe tilted his head, “for a walk?” As you start to connect the dots he takes out his phone and shows you the picture of a cute miniature poodle, it had a collar and a silver tag on it that said “Zoe”. You thought that you might cry again at how cute she was but you just glare up at Childe. “Well, I didn’t tell you cause I was gunna surprise you. I’ve been going home early these days cause we had to go visit the pound a few times and finalize the papers and everything...” 

“I-Is that true? Is that all it is?” You sniff, now wiping your stupid tears away. Childe smiles down at you and takes your hands away from your face, replacing it with his, thumbing away the streaks of wetness. “Y/N, no one can ever replace you,” you sniff and let him dote on you. You’d been missing him for a while anyway. 

“...Well except Zoe, maybe Zoe can,” he’s clearly teasing you and you don’t hesitate to lift your fist and punch him on the shoulder, earning a small “Ow,” from him followed by a laugh. “I’m just kidding, how ‘bout you come over and visit her today? It’s only her second day home!”

Thoma

You’d made an appointment with your friend a long time ago. Just a quick lunch and catch up date. Thoma had graciously volunteered to drive you to the mall where you were meeting up with her.

“You sure you don’t need me to pick you up? It’s Saturday. I’m free,” he flashes you a smile, his eyes darting towards you only for a second before going back to the road. “I’ll be fine hun, I’ll take the bus home,” you reply to him.

Halfway through your journey he says that he needs to buy something from a convenience store, and so he parks the car properly and grabs his wallet. His phone is on the car phone stand and you pay no heed to it until a soft ‘ding’ makes you pick your head up to look at the screen. 

Your best friend’s name pops up, she’s messaged him and your blood runs cold.

“I’ll come over when Y/N’s gone,” the message read. Your heart is already at your throat, and you don’t know what to think. What is this make-believe situation that you’re suddenly in. Is this really happening? Your eyes dart upwards to look at the door of the convenience store. You could see Thoma was still looking at the shelves.

You gulp and you wonder what the right thing to do is. Invade his privacy and peek at his messages? Let it go? Confront him? Cry? Another ‘ding’ fills up the car.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So...” you couldn’t read the rest of the message, it being cut off but you were already spiraling down the hole of despair. How could he? Your sweet and loyal Thoma ended up going behind your back with your best friend. You thought you were going to be sick, you actually had to roll the windows of the car down to get some fresh air, just as Thoma came out of the convenience store door with a plastic bag. 

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even be in the same space as him. You were going to cancel today with your friend, you didn’t think you’d be able to function properly. When he sat on the driver’s seat and saw you looking out the window, he didn’t think much of it and revved the engine up. “Ready hu--”

“Take me to my sister’s place,” Thoma blinked and turned to you, confused. “But, what about your lunch date today, dear?”

“I don’t feel like going. My sister’s place is nearby, just drop me off there,” Your hands were already typing a reply to the friend that you were about to stand up on, but you couldn’t even think of what to do or say. 

“Dear is everything okay?” He asked while backing the car up, arm outstretched to your side while he’s looking at the rear. He was appalled by your sudden mood change. You didn’t answer but he hears you sniff and he immediately stops the car again. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He’s alarmed that you’re crying and he reaches to cup your chin and tilt it towards him but you move your face away from him. 

“Y/N?” he asked, the confusion in his voice is actually genuine and you can hear a bit of panic in it. “How long have you been seeing Aya?” you spit the words as if they’re poison and the car is quiet. You laugh bitterly. “I thought so, cat got your tongue, huh?” 

Thoma shook himself out of his confusion to say, “No, wait, I don’t know what you mean,” You scoff at him. You’re shocked at the amount of resentment you had, you trusted this man and yet this is what happens. “Yeah? Why is she sneaking into our house then?” You point at his phone, the screen is still lit up because of the messages and there were more coming in from your best friend. 

Thoma snatches the phone away from the stand and looks at it. Then, he deflates and slumps back on his seat. “Y/N, it’s not what you think,” You hate that line so much. You cross your arms and say, “Just drop me at my sister’s house,” 

“Y/N--”

“NOW!”

The drive was quiet. You didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to push you but didn’t want to drop you off to your sister’s without explaining as well. So, just before your sister’s block, he parks on the side and unbuckles his seat belt, then opens your side of the door. “Y/N, listen to me,” he’s rarely this assertive, but you still don’t listen. He’s blocking your escape path. 

“It’s your birthday today,” Thoma starts and you blink, completely forgetting about it. “Ayu is sneaking in our house while you’re gone because we were going to set up a surprise for you.” He says slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. Your eyes widen, and you relax in your seat. He gives you his phone and urges you, “Go on, Y/N, you know my passcode right? I don’t hide anything from you, you can read the rest,” 

You hesitate, but accept his offer and type it in. 

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So we can set up the balloons,”

“I got the cake don’t forget the candles and lighter,”

Thoma picks up his other hand that had the white plastic bag from the convenience store, he picks up the two items from inside. Birthday candles. And a lighter. 

Your mouth opens, but you can’t say anything and you only bury your face in your hands out of shame. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Thoma, I--” He manages to let out a laugh and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so stupid. I trust you, I really do, I just--” now you’re not sure if you’re crying out of relief or embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” You can’t say anything else and he only kisses you on the forehead again.

“It’s alright, you can make it up to me by going on that lunch date, okay? You deserve the rest. You haven’t cancelled yet have you? Let’s freshen up at your sister’s place and I’ll send you to the mall,” 

You nod your head, small smile on your face. This was gunna be one story to tell in the future.

“Oh and it would help if you act surprised when you come home,” Thoma adds with a full laugh that you join in on. 

Kaeya

"So how are you and Y/N?”

It’d only been a couple of months of the two of you dating. Kaeya was handsome, gallant and he knew exactly what to say to people. It wasn’t a secret that he was quite popular in school. 

Little old you was just another girl in just another class.

“Good, I think,” Kaeya responds, you smile around the corner, hidden from sight, knowing that he was taking a juice box break with his friends. “It’s a little annoying though,” your smile drops and your head tilts sideways in question. “I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” 

Keep me away? You think. Am I too clingy? You hear them exchange words a bit more, but none of the other words process in your head. Their laughter spurs you out of your thoughts and you return to your classroom dumbfounded. 

When the bell rang for dismissal you immediately packed and walked home by yourself. Kaeya was confused when he arrived at your classroom door, and found that you weren’t there anymore. “...Hey, did Y/N go home?” he asked one of your passing classmates. “Yeah, she went out pretty fast,”

Now he was worried. Did something happen at home? He takes his phone out as he’s out the school building, tapping your name and calling, only for the call to not even connect. His brows furrow but nonetheless, he goes home for today and types in a message for you.

“Hey, you okay? Talk to me if you need something,” 

The next day, when he usually waits outside your door for you to come out, he realizes that you’re a little late and further realizes that you weren’t going to come out. He wasn’t about to knock on your door, your parents didn’t know about him yet. 

He tries to call you again but he’s met with the same result as yesterday. He sighs and looks up at the sky while he’s walking. He hasn’t seen you for nearly a full day now, and he doesn’t realize how long a full day is until now. He just wants to see your smiling face again and he starts to wonder if he’d done something wrong. 

By lunchtime, he’s sprinting towards your classroom as soon as the bell rings, wondering if you were there. Indeed, finally, he spots you in your classroom and his shoulders slump in relief only to tense up again when he sees a guy in your class talking to you, and you, smiling happily. 

“Y/N,” he calls out to you, waving his hand. You look away from your conversation to him and he notices how your smile turns into a tight line on your face. His own smile drops, but you walk out of the classroom anyway and address him. “Yes?” He blinks down at your tone of voice. “U-Uh... Wanna have lunch together?” 

“...But it’s annoying that I’m clingy right?” The two of you unconsciously move away from the door to out in the hallway, so that you’re not blocking the way of people coming in and out. He narrows his eyes in confusion. Where is this coming from? “I--No, what do you mean? I never said that,” 

“Yesterday, you said you can’t keep me away and it’s annoying,” you averted your gaze, feeling your eyes start to water. Kaeya reels back a little, replaying things in his mind, trying to remember if he said something like that. And, with a light bulb moment, his face breaks into a grin and slight laughter. You glare up at him, “What? It’s funny?”

Kaeya places a hand on your shoulder and explains while smiling. “Y/N, you didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, did you?”

---What really happened---

“It’s really annoying though. I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” he sips on his juice box again.

One of his friends pipe up, “Dude that’s a little harsh,”

Kaeya blinks. Once, twice and thrice. Until it dawns on him. “Oh, no, I meant that I can’t keep her away from other people,” he grins and leans both his elbows on the windowsill. “She doesn’t realize that she’s super friendly, and other people like talking to her a lot. Whenever I go to her classroom she’s always talking to different people.”

His friends make a sound of understanding. “I wish I could just keep her to myself,” and continues sipping on his juice.

“That’s really cheesy, even for you, Kaeya,” one of his friends say and the lot of them starts laughing.

---That’s what really happened---

It was your turn to blink at him, confused. “S-So...”

Kaeya pats your head and smiles. “You can ask my friends if it makes you feel better,”

A small blush crosses your cheeks and you duck your head to hide it. It earns yet another chuckle from him. Your moment is interrupted by another guy who approaches the two of you. “Hey, Y/N, if you’re free, do you think you could help me out with this? I don’t really understand it,” 

Kaeya just looks at the guy and sighs, then turns to you again. “See what I mean?” to which you just goofily smile at. 

Kazuha 

“You saw what?”

Your hands freeze, holding the book you were reading open. The living room had gotten lively again, seeing as your little brother had come home from school. “I saw Kazuha with a girl,” 

You try to keep your face composed. It was a school day. You’d stayed home because you weren’t feeling too well. Your brother was saying it without a care in the world. He was just a grade schooler and telling you about the things he observed. He was looking through the fridge for something to drink. 

You didn’t ask more, but you were DYING to know more. Kazuha didn’t mention going anywhere today... You picked your phone up and wondered if you should ask him. Your phone had blown up this morning cause he didn’t see you at school and he was wondering if you were alright. 

But it seems that Kazuha himself was having a grand time too.

“So...T-The girl...Did they look close?”

Your little brother closes the fridge and looks at you while drinking from a milk carton. “Mm...They were holding each other...” You bit your lip as tingles run down your spine. They weren’t the good kind. It was the kind that you get when you watch horror movies and or a drama movie and a revelation had just happened. You were silent for a moment, but in your mind you were already thinking of how Kazuha looked with another girl. Holding each other? What did your brother mean? Like...hugging? Or...? But you couldn’t ask him about that, could you?!

You sighed out loud and slammed the book you were reading down on the table, just as your phone started ringing. “Kazuha,” you whispered under your breath and looked at your phone screen. Well...you believed in him, and you thought the best way to clear this up is to talk to him about it.

So, you grabbed your phone and retreated into your bedroom to talk to him. You picked up the call, “Kazu-kun?”

“Y/N,” he greeted. Even apart, his voice has this effect on you. Like he was really there and breathing into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You were sure that you were blushing. “How are you? Are you feeling better?” His voice is smooth and calm and you melt into your bed. “Yeah, a little,”

“Could I come over later? I just want to check on you,” You smile into your phone and close your eyes. Kazuha could never do that to you, you think to yourself. But still, you really wanted to ask. “Of course, I don’t think my parents would mind...Hey,” you start, your fingers nervously drawing circles on your pillow. “My brother said he saw you...with a girl,”

There’s silence on the other line, and you can hear him shifting a little. “A...girl?” He repeats the question and you bite your lip. He sounds unsure and now you were unsure too. “Yeah, he said that you were holding on to each other...or something,” Again some silence, until he makes a sound of understanding.

“Ah, he must mean Sango,” there’s a little lilt to his voice, like he was happy and you were a little jealous. “Sango’s my cousin, she came to surprise me for my birthday week.” Kazuha laughs nervously and adds a little hesitantly. “She...uhm...would like to meet you actually, is it okay if I bring her over today?” 

Your heart sighs in relief, as do you and you don’t realize that you’ve done that out loud. In the next moment though, you smile and nod, even though he can’t see you. “Of course! Bring her over!” 

Albedo (More fluff than angst)

Cleaning at home was one of the things you did to get your mind off of things. Some people would call it tedious, but to you, it was sort of relaxing. It was something easy to do, you didn’t need much of your brain, just motor memory. Folding. Laundry. Ironing. Sweeping. Basic chores.

But when you clean up in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, and found a neatly wrapped present, red wrapping paper and blue ribbon tied on the top with a tag that said “To: Leila” you’re a little dumbfounded.

Who’s Leila? Is your first thought. Your second thought is, what’s inside? You hold the nicely wrapped box in your hand and turn it all over, trying to get some type of hint. A flash of doubt seeps into your mind but you shake it away. Albedo isn’t like that...Is he? He’s always so dedicated to his scientific research and sure he comes home late sometimes but he always makes it up to you on the weekends...

So who’s Leila? You ask yourself again. And why hasn’t he mentioned it to you? Why didn’t he ask YOU to wrap it? Menial tasks like these were usually passed on to you. You bite your thumb just thinking about it, but in the end just leave the present where you find it.

Later that night as you’re fixing dinner, you aren’t as bothered by the gift as when you first saw it. But it’s still there at the back of your mind and it resurfaces to the front when you hear the familiar keys rattle. Despite that, as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind you can’t help but smile and melt a little, pressing back against him as he leans over to kiss your cheek. “...Smells nice,” he simply mumbles and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of both you and your home.

“Welcome back,” you say, while closing the lid on the pot and turning around to give him a proper kiss on the lips. He hums into the kiss as a response and pulls you away from the stove. “How’s your day?” he asks you first and you smile, because your day is nearly the same time and time again. “Fine, I did find a little secret though...” you start and peek up at his beautiful eyes. 

He nods to ask you to continue. “A present, nicely wrapped. and it’s addressed to someone called Leila,” He looks down at you and you stare at him. A moment passes by before he takes his arms back and go into his thinking pose. “...Leila...?” he asks, eyes averting from your gaze. You wonder if he’s pretending. You wonder if he’s trying to make an excuse up. “...I don’t--” and then his eyebrows twitch. “Ah,” he says and drops his arms to his side.

“We were invited to a birthday party, remember? By a co-worker,” he tucks in strands of your hair as he talks. “It’s her daughter’s first birthday...I don’t care much for such things but you insisted it’d be alright to go.” he chuckles a little. “Her daughter’s name is Leila,” 

You make a sound of understanding. Suddenly your hesitant thoughts wither away. “Hmmm? You could’ve asked me to wrap the present,” Albedo pulls away from you and towards the fridge, wanting a glass of water. “The wrapping wasn’t done by me, it was the shop, free service,” and so it made more sense.

And although you want to ask more questions, like where he got it, when and what’s inside, you realize it’s such a trivial thing. It was not worth that much time. A gift is a gift, and you turn back to continue making dinner while making idle conversation with him. 

Zhongli (Warning: Suggestive) (but this is also my personal favourite... aha...)

“Zhongli?” You arrive home a little early today, dropping your keys at the front shelf. You don’t hear him anywhere and you shuffle around your living room for a while, looking at the letters for today. 

He was on a work from home arrangement today, and he would usually be in his office. You were quite sure that he would’ve come out to greet you though, if he heard you. He must be busy at the moment. 

You’d wanted to wash your hands as soon as you came home, and went for the guest washroom. When you open the door, your eyes land on something on the counter, next to the sink. This bathroom was always kept clean for visitors. You liked to host people once in a while, or just invite friends and you took pride in having them comfortable in your house.

Your eyes narrow as you go closer and your hands pick up a pregnancy test that was lying there. 

It was positive.

You put it back down and shudder a little. You don’t remember getting a pregnancy test. You bite your lip and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re already jumping to conclusions, and you can’t help it. Who the hell would leave a pregnancy test in YOUR guest bathroom? Zhongli didn’t mention anything...

You sigh a breath out and close the bathroom door behind you, taking your phone out to text your best friend.

“There’s a positive pregnancy test in our guest bathroom,”

After a moment, there’s a reply.

“OMG Are you preggers?!”

“No, it’s not mine,”

The next reply takes a moment more. “Oh, maybe ask him?” and you know that your friend hadn’t known what to reply at that moment. Because a random positive pregnancy test in your guest bathroom was NOT a good sign. To top it off, you didn’t announce to Zhongli that you were coming home early today.

Your perk up when you hear noise from the other room. You open the bathroom door slightly, and hear the unmistakable low voice of your fiance, coupled with...the voice of another woman. You close the bathroom door again, not bothering to lock it, and sit on the closed toilet seat. You’re sitting there with nothing in your mind, unable to think.

A few minutes later the voices are louder, they’ve moved to the living room, right outside the bathroom you were in. You tense up, and your jaw tightens. You don’t want to see them. You don’t want to hear them. For a moment you wish that you didn’t come home early, and just pretend this didn’t happen, but the door to the bathroom door opens, leaving you eye to eye with a woman you recognize.

Luna was a beautiful woman. Long cascading brown hair, they’re wavy and stops right at her waist. Doll-like blue eyes and a slender body. She sees you sitting there and you feel stupid, but she just breaks into a grin. “Y/N!” she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you out of the bathroom before you could even say anything. You’re numb, so you don’t respond to anything around you.

Zhongli turns around wide-eyed to see you standing there meekly, not meeting his gaze. He still goes to you though and asks curiously. “When did you come in? I didn’t hear you,” he places a hand on your arm while Luna releases you, but you still don’t look up and he wonders if something happened at your workplace to make you come home so early. “Luna and Childe stopped by,” Zhongli says, in at attempt to cheer you up. You look up, and only then did you realize that Childe was there too, talking animatedly to Luna. You tilt your head sideways, “They came with a surprise. Ah, but it’s not mine to tell,” 

That’s right... Luna and Childe had been together for a while and then it hits you when Luna shows you the same positive pregnancy test you saw on the counter, and announces that she’s pregnant. Your eyes are wide. You can’t tell if you’re more relieved that it wasn’t what you thought or more happy for your friends. You feel horrible about it but you manage to crack a smile and went along with the festivities. The more time passed the more you were able to enjoy their happiness and by the time they left, that was the only time you sighed and let your shoulders slump, exhausted.

“Is something the matter?” Zhongli asked. He noticed how your smiles were a tad bit forced. How you seemed to enjoy everything but also seemed to be on edge. You turn to him and shook your head. “It’s...stupid. It’s my mistake,” but he holds on to your waist and urges you to tell him.

And you tell him. How you came home and saw what you saw in the guest bathroom, what you thought it was and how you felt. The only thing you can feel now is embarrassment and shame. You couldn’t even feel happy for your friend. Zhongli only smiles and combs his hand through your hair. “It’s the normal reaction,” he reassures you, again trying to make you feel better. You only respond with your own hug but his next sentence makes you flustered, all thoughts of earlier gone as he whispers into your ear.

“Would you like your own positive pregnancy test?”

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[idy-ll-ique]

baby names

pairing: loki x pregnant!f!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none, it's very cute 😩

requested: nope

word count: ~1.6k

summary: y/n is pregnant and loki can't stay away from her

author's note: hiya peeps! a loki fic after such a long time, kinda got tired of writing bucky fics all the time,,,, (though next week there's gonna be a bucky x f!reader 👀) enjoy!

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"Loki."

"Don't call me that."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her husband and he grumbled angrily, pulling her closer to him. "Sweetheart," Y/N began, "You should go." Loki whined childishly, burying his face in her shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere," he firmly mumbled Y/N sighed, running her hand through his silky soft hair. "6th time. Yet they always invite you. Why aren't you leaving the house?"

"Because you're pregnant! I'm not going anywhere until the baby is safely out of you and you both are well taken care of." Y/N smiled softly at his concern but pulled away from Loki. "Well I think you need some sun, you should go. And no is not an option. You know what? I'm calling Tony right now and telling him you are going with all of them." Before Loki could object, Y/N picked up her phone and called Tony.

Loki had been invited by Thor and the other male Avengers on a weekend trip to the beach, sponsored by Tony Stark. Everyone was going; Tony, Steve, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Scott, Sam, Bucky, Vision… they'd also invited Loki, since he had now permanently settled on Midgard with his lovely wife Y/N, but he'd initially refused because he didn't want to leave Y/N alone.

She was 8½ months pregnant. Though there was still a week or two of estimated time remaining for the birth, Loki didn't want to leave because what if the baby came early? Tony, Clint and Scott, who were also fathers, had assured him several times since Y/N's pregnancy announcement that the baby would be okay, Y/N would be okay but he still worried himself sick everyday.

"Do I absolutely have to go?" Loki groaned, lying flat on his back on the bed as Y/N sat back down after her chat with Tony. "Yes. I need some time alone— you need some time alone. You're gonna give yourself a heart attack one day by how much you worry over this baby of ours. A nice trip to the beach with clear skies and golden sand and the blue sea will do you much good."

Loki sulked. Y/N, getting a teasing smirk on her face, nudged his shoulder. "Hey, there are gonna be girls in skimpy bikinis on the beach, you know," she suggested and Loki made a face, pulling Y/N down to give her a deep kiss. "I love you," he glared at her, "I don't care about those scantily dressed women. Fine, if it makes you feel better, I'll go."

"Yay! Now I can call Wanda and Nat and Sharon and Pepper and Maria and Darcy over so we can have our own day out! It's gonna be awesome," Y/N squealed, already busy texting as Loki sputtered.

Is that why she wants me out of the house that bad?

He couldn't blame her, though, the pregnancy had taken a toll on both the parents. Y/N used to be in pain all the time, had severe nausea and couldn't go out with all her friends like she used to. Now that the symptoms had started wearing off, he really couldn't blame her for wanting to have a nice day out with friends. "Have fun, darling," he smiled, giving her another kiss.

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"Yo, Lokes, you ready to go?" Clint called out cheerfully as Loki walked towards the group of men, a scowl on his face. Yes, at home he'd agreed to accompany them on the trip but now that the day was actually here… "Not really but I don't have a choice," he grumbled and Steve smiled amusedly. "Y/N kick you out?" Loki rolled his eyes. "Yes, how did you know? She wants to have a girl's day out with the other ladies."

"I overheard Wanda and Natasha talking. Anyway, come on, let's hit the road!"

All of them got into two cars: Steve, Sam, Bucky, Thor and Loki in one while Clint, Scott, Tony, Bruce and Vision got into the other. Sam was driving, Steve was in the passenger seat, Bucky was in the middle seat and Thor and Loki were in the extreme back. "So, how's Y/N doing?" Bucky asked Loki, leaning back on his seat.

"She's doing well, the nausea and pain has stopped," Loki answered, following Bucky's lead. "I'm glad to hear it. Have you decided on a name? Because I assure you, Bucky is a really good contender," he grinned cheekily and even Loki laughed, shaking his head. "We haven't thought of any names as of yet."

"Are you looking for a Midgardian name or an Asgardian one?" Sam piped up. Loki blinked. "You know, that is a really good question," he muttered. "How about a Midgardian first name and an Asgardian middle name?" Steve suggested. "Why not the other way around?" Thor frowned. "Well, yeah, that works too," Steve shrugged. "Hm, that's a good suggestion. I will talk to Y/N."

"So is Bucky on the table—"

"No."

"Aw, man."

---

"Hey girl, after a long time!" Natasha grinned, giving Y/N a familial hug. "Hi, gals! Yes, I even got Loki to leave, took a lot of begging but he finally agreed," she sighed. "Could've just given him head or something," Pepper muttered and Y/N burst out laughing as the other ladies gasped. "Pepper!" Sharon exclaimed, shocked.

"What? It usually works on Tony," Pepper defended herself as everyone joined Y/N in her laughter. "So, ready to shop?" All the ladies got into a 7-seater car, with Maria in the driver's seat. "Can't wait! This Avenging stuff doesn't give me time for self-care, I swear. Haven't shopped in ages!" Wanda sighed. All the women agreed with her, muttering their yesses.

"By the way, Y/N, I've wanted to ask you this for so long now, have you decided on baby names yet?" Darcy questioned with a grin. "Oh! No we haven't as of yet, I have lots of good names but I haven't talked to Loki…" Sharon looked up from her phone. "Do you have Asgardian names or like, normal, Earth names? I have a feeling that Loki would want Asgardian names," she suggested.

Y/N frowned in thought. Sharon was right; both the brothers, Loki and Thor, took great pride in their homeland. She didn't mind, to be honest, Asgardian names were wonderful. "I like Asgardian names too, though, I'm open to it," she chuckled.

"Great! So if it's a girl, Darcy—"

"Darcy!"

"What? I'm just saying…"

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"Brother?" Loki startled out of his thoughts, turning to Thor. "Sorry, I was… thinking," he cleared his throat and Thor smiled, sitting next to him. Around 6 hours had passed since they'd arrived at the resort and Loki couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. What is she doing? Is she okay? Should I go check on her? What if the baby is coming? Surely she'd call me if that happens…

"About Y/N?" Loki went red and scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah." Thor clapped him on the back once, guffawing good-naturedly. "Don't you fret, brother, the ladies she is with are extremely competent! She will be okay, and plus, the baby isn't going to be here for another week or so," Thor assured him but worry gnawed Loki. Nope, I can't do it. He abruptly stood up, startling Thor.

"I'm going home."

"Loki—"

Just a second later, Loki disappeared.

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"Mm," Y/N moaned, a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, "Isn't it delicious? What do ya say… Rosie?" The baby kicked once. "No? Okay, well… Sarah? Petunia?" The baby kicked more. "Oh, you want masculine names, huh… Uh, Alex?" One kick. "I know, Chris!" Another kick. "Tom?" More kicks. "So you don't want Midgardian names? Well, I don't know very many Asgardian names…"

"I do."

Y/N shrieked loudly, dropping her tub of ice cream as she turned to see Loki standing near the bedroom door. "Loki?" She picked a book off the nightstand and threw it at him. He caught it easily, sitting down next to her while keeping the book where it was. She instantly cuddled into his side, tearing up. Sure, she was the one who was too eager to send him away but she was also the one who couldn't stay away from him.

"Aw, hey, I'm here, my love," Loki whispered comfortingly, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his arms. "Don't go again. I missed you," she sniffled and Loki pressed a soft kiss to her head. "That is also why I came home early, darling, I missed you too," he laughed and she snuggled even closer to him.

"Little baby Axelia missed you too— ow! No? So… what about Lucinda? Ow, ooh… Priscilla? No?" Loki watched with an infatuated smile as she tried out different names on the baby. "What if our baby wants a more masculine name, love?" he asked and she turned to him.

"Hm, have you got any names in mind?"

"Well, Barnes was suggesting we name our child Bucky—"

"Ow! Nope, they don't like it."

"Oh well. He's going to be disappointed but what the baby says goes," Loki teased and Y/N burst out laughing. She stopped all of a sudden, giving Loki a small smile. "Please don't go anywhere again," she whispered and Loki shook his head, gathering her in his arms. "I missed you just as much as you did me, Y/N, I'm not going anywhere."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, min kjæreste."

"...That's Norwegian, isn't it?"

"Beautiful, though, isn't it?

"Yes, very."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[blogevaawrites]

Keeping to the schedule.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, sad, marriage, divorce, smut

Summary: After seven years of being married, two daughters and a difficult divorce, they try to understand what went wrong and why they let that happen. 

Part I

“I’m so sorry to do this but we’re having problems with a few scenes. I won’t be at home until next week.” He said from the other side of the line. Since the divorce we have been being very strict with the custody agreement of our children.

“So, will you come to pick them up the next Friday?” I asked.

“Yes, I will be there. And again, I’m really sorry, I tried to do everything in my hands” I knew that he doesn’t like to change anything about the kids, he says we should try to give them as much stability as we can. I couldn’t agree more.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” I simply said.

We got married seven years ago, we had a happy marriage, but loneliness and exhaustion made me give up on our marriage. He started to spend more time away, accepting more projects in L.A or any part of the world but home. I guess home wasn’t what it used to be for him and for me because eventually I stopped complaining about his absence.

“I need to talk to you.” I said when I saw him getting out of the shower. I closed the door of the bathroom and l leaned on the sink. “About what? I’m kind of tired, can we leave it for tomorrow?” He said, drying himself with a towel. I was sick of it; I was being left to a side for so long that I didn’t hold it on.  “Not really.” He looked at me then, normally I don’t insist. “I filed for divorce.” His face went from confusion to anger quickly.

We fought, he got really mad. I knew I should have talk to him before doing it, but he was never around, I was mad and sad, I wasn’t thinking properly. He didn’t talk to me for four months after that night, he moved to his mother’s house and did everything in his hands to accelerate the process. I know I didn’t deal very well with all of that and either he did. Our relationship since then got even more complicate.

Our obsession with our kids’ stability grew after that. We both knew they were going suffer the most, at least Anna. She was almost six when all of that happened, she asked a few times, but we never gave her an answer she could understand. Emma was only four, she noticed that something was wrong but was too young to assimilate it.  

“Mom, Lindsay is having a sleepover this Thursday, and we don’t have school on Friday, can I go? Her mom will call you tomorrow to ask you, can I go, please?” Anna asked, taking my attention from the road as I drove us to home.

“Sure honey” I said with my eyes on the road.

“Dad is coming on Friday, right? I will tell her mom to bring me back in the morning” she always gets excited to see him, both do it.

“It’s not necessary honey, he probably will come to pick you up after dinner. I will pick you up to get lunch together at the park, what do you think?” she nodded enthusiastic, eating her sandwich.

Thursday comes quickly and Martha, Lindsay’s mom, picked Anna up. Emma got to sleep very early after a long afternoon at the park. I went down to watch a few minutes a TV show before to go to bed. The doorbell rang, startling me, it wasn’t late, but I wasn’t expecting anybody. When I got close to the door, I recognized the silhouette of the person behind the door.

“Hi, what are you doing here?”

“I wrapped the film early, I’m sorry if it is too late but I knew you wouldn’t mind. You can have the entire day to yourself tomorrow, in this way.”

“It’s fine, but Anna is not here, she’s at Lindsay’s house and Emma is already sleeping.” He looked devastated and it broke my heart. He usually doesn’t spent too long without seeing them. “You can see Emma if you want to.” I offered and he accepted quickly. He got into the house and went upstairs to Emma’s room.

After a few minutes, he came down to the kitchen where I was preparing things for tomorrow. I wouldn’t say our relationship was good, o was getting better. it was confusing. “How have you been? How was everything with the kids?” he asked from the doorframe. I turned around to see him and answered, “It was fine, no incidents.” I simply said. We looked each other for a while, we haven’t talk since we had sex the last time, he came to bring the girls back. He stayed for dinner and a while after, the girls went to sleep, we started to talk about them, about our past together, about us a couple. We kissed and one thing took us to another.

“I want to talk about the last time. I don’t want you to think I…” he started; I knew it didn’t mean anything for him, it was just sex, he has been avoiding me since then but him bringing the subject up made me mad and it hurt me a little.

“I know! Don’t worry! Let’s just forget about it.” I said walking to the front door.

“No, it’s just that we were kind of drunk and got emotional.” He started to say without following me.

“It was just sex. I get it! You made it very clear when you couldn’t wait to leave.” As soon as we were done, he got up from the bed and started to dress up. He told me it was late, and he had a thing to do in the morning, but I knew he was lying. He left me, naked in the bed, the one we shared for several years.  

“I didn’t want the girls to get confused.” He got closer to the door, shaking his head, and rubbing his face roughly with his hands.

“You didn’t want me to get confused.” His eyes got bigger, and I could see the anger growing in his face.

“You couldn’t care less about what I wanted so don’t tell me what my intentions were.”

“You made them very clear.”

He looked confused, but he moved quickly. “You always so understanding. But why don’t you just listen to me? I’m trying to …” He couldn’t say anything more.

“You’re right, it’s kind of late and there isn’t a reason for you to stay.” I interrupted him, he looked mad.

He took a deep breath and kept on “I’m picking the kids tomorrow’s morning” he informed me before walking out.

“They won’t be here until late afternoon.” I said back. He looked at me without saying anything and kept on his walking. I stood at the door, looking how he got in the car. He turned on the engine, and before driving away he looked at me through the window. “Thank God we’re divorced.”

When the topic isn’t our kids, it never goes well. I guess we’re still hurt.

I didn’t fully understand why he got so angry until I saw the pictures.

After he picked the girls the next day, I did some work and later I filled a glass with wine and turned on the television to pick up a film to watch but my phone rang.

“Hey hon! How are you doing?” Lily asked, with a worried voice that I didn’t get.

“Hey! Why are you asking like that? I’m pretty fine.” I said laughing.

“Well! I don’t know, I thought you will be kind of sad o maybe angry, if my ex-husband was dating with somebody after not even a year from our divorce, I would be ready to kill him.”

“What? What are you talking about? I mean he hadn’t told me anything, I don’t think he’s dating again.” I said quite confused.

“Shit! You haven’t seen it, have you?”

Right away, I googled him with the call waiting.

Chris Evans is off market again? The former superhero and the upcoming actress Rachel Welles spotted holding hands and getting affectionate.

He was trying to talk about our night together because he was going to tell me about her. I felt my heart shrinking. I guess I should have been ready for this, he was free to be with whoever he wanted but it hurt me.

“I’m sorry, girl. It must be weird and hurtful. If you need anything you know I’m right here, right?” she asked kindly.

“I’m fine. he’s free to be with anybody but I guess I wasn’t as much ready to see it as I thought.”

“Yeah, knowing something isn’t always mean assimilating it, right?”

“Right”

After the call I refilled my glass and went to sleep with a few tears in my cheeks.

Our relationship began so natural, and it went so fast. We met through common friends, we dated just for tree moths after he asked me to move on with him. We didn’t take long to get married either, we both just knew that it was the right decision. I really loved him, and I know he loved me too. It wasn’t a fantasy, but we were grown-ups when he met, we knew what we wanted for life, in a partner and we found it in each other.

He was a great husband, a great father and a great friend. I single tear fell through my cheek, remembering the beginning of our freefall.

“There’s not a good way to say this. I’m really sorry to tell this but, Mrs. Evans you had a miscarriage.” Doctor Lars said. I felt Chris’s hand in my knee, comforting me. I felt I couldn’t breathe. My heart broke in pieces. “But I’m six months pregnant, this usually happens during the first trimester. This can’t be true.” My mouth slurred. “Well, the actual name is a late-miscarriage, there are several things that may play a part in causing it so we need to do a few tests to find a cause. I know this isn’t easy, but these things can happen, and we can’t do anything to prevent it.” I touched my barely swollen belly, missing the movements of my baby. “What are we doing now?” Chris talked, taking care of the situation. “You will need to go through labour to give birth to you baby. I know this can be a very distressing time and you may be in shock but there’s not other way.” I could hear him breathe hardly before kissing my head.

We went through our worst nightmare. I gave birth to a baby I could take care of. Thankfully, after inducing the labour, the birth came quickly. We decided not to hold the baby. We thought it will be less traumatic in that way.

He went with me through all of that, but we changed. Everything changed.

Five days later, I came into our bedroom to see him packing his suitcase.

“What are you doing? I asked softly.

“I need to go to L.A for a few interviews and shoot a few scenes” I looked at him straightly. Not quite believing he was going to leave so early after everything. “Don’t worry, I asked my mother to come to help you with everything.” he said, seeing my expression. I didn’t want to be alone, I didn’t want his mom here, I wanted him. I caressed his back, calling his attention.

“Don’t go, please.” I muttered. “It will be just a couple days, two weeks max.” he said holding me in his arms.

“Two weeks?” that was so fucking long.

“Listen, I can really do anything. I’m sorry but it’s work. What you want me to do?” he tried to reason with me, in vain.

“Call Meghan and ask her to reschedule it. We have an appointment with Doctor Lars next week.” I didn’t like to complain about his job or ask him to not to do it, but I couldn’t go through that alone.

“Everything will be fine, call me after the appointment and tell me what she says. I will be here as soon as I can.” I pushed him away with my eyes watering.

“Okay” for the first time in our life together he was putting his family in a second place.

The worst thing it was that trip didn’t last 2 weeks, but 3 months. He told me that his next project was being moved forward, and nothing else. He left me alone in the worst moment of my life and I couldn’t forget it.  

After a few more glasses of wine, I took me phone and I called him.

“Hello” he said with a surprised voice. “What’s going on?”

“What was what you wanted to tell me last time? Hey, I know we just fuck but I’m actually in a relationship with some else and you must forget about it.” I slurred, mimicking him.

“You know it.” He said, I could hear him moving to another place. I guess he left the house.

“Of course, I do. Do you think I live under a rock?” I wasn’t jealous I was mad at him, at myself.

“Okay I get it you’re mad, but I wanted to talk…”

“What for? To say sorry for fucking me or to ask me to keep back of your new love.”

“No, it’s not like…”

“Why did you leave me? Why wasn’t I your priority anymore? I asked, removing the tears away from my face. My voice broke a few times, I was unable to keep myself still.

“Where are you? Are you drunk?” he asked hurriedly.

“It wasn’t my blame; I couldn’t have known it.” I kept talking.

“What are you talking about?” his voice was full of curiosity and confusion.

“We didn’t name him, he died without a name.” my face was completely wet, my arms were crossed around my stomach and my heart… I couldn’t feel my heart.

“Are you at home? Pease tell me where you are.” He asked desperately.

“Yes, I’m here.” I muttered before hanging up.

A few minutes later I heard the door opening, and his footsteps. I was in completely darkness, no TV, no lights, nothing but somehow, he knew exactly where I was.

“Hey! What’s going on? What happened?” he asked softly, sitting next to me in the half-furnished nursery.

“Why did you leave me?”

“Well, when you wife files for divorce, it’s actually kind of what you have do” he said with a sad smile in his face.

“You left me way before that.” I said quickly, he left me when we lost our baby. “We never talked about him.”

“I don’t think you are in an appropriate state to talk about him.” He said without looking at me.

“I’m fine. Don’t make excuses! You just don’t want to talk about him with me.”

“I don’t want to talk about him with nobody.”

“I’m not nobody.”

“Why is this so important now? It’s been a year since then, we are not together anymore...” he started to get up from the floor.

“You’re dating again…” I finished the sentence off for him “you told me you weren’t ready. You said you missed me, that you missed us.” I said, remembering what he told me when he was taking me to our bedroom between kisses and caresses.

His face looked confused and tired.

“I don’t get it. Why are so upset? You filed for divorce without telling me why, without giving me a chance to make it better. All I know is you felt neglected, but I didn’t do anything wrong. I thought we were just going through a rough patch, but I thought it was normal after all.” His voice was firmed, he wasn’t yelling me, but I bet he wanted. “I know you don’t think this but I’m not the bad guy here.” His eyes were red and watering. He never told me anything of this. He had been too angry to talk to me about anything.

He walked to the door, ready to leave me.

“You left me.” I said, calling his attention.  

“You already said that.” He barked back.  

“When I asked you to stay you left me for almost four months after I gave birth to my death son. I needed you Chris, and you rather work than be with your wife.” His face kept straight; he knew what I was talking about. I got up when I saw him get closer to me. He looked at me for minutes, as he wasn’t sure about his next words.

“I went to therapy. I didn’t come back home because I wasn’t stable, not because I was working, not because I wanted to leave, it was because I didn’t see another way to deal with everything. You were right when you said holding our baby it would be traumatic, it was.” I didn’t understand what he was talking about, we agreed on not to hold the baby when he was born but he cleared all up “I couldn’t help it, I saw him coming out of you as the same way Emma and Anna did. I needed to see him, and it was the worst thing I could have done, but it was my son.” His eyes never left mine when his body got much closer to me. “I lost my son too, honey. I couldn’t be there for you because I wasn’t handling in the right way.” I saw a single tear going down through his cheek. At least I wasn’t the only one crying.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because you gave birth to him! How the fucking hell could I have told you I was the one losing his mind after that? I know I should have stayed with you but believe me, there wasn’t another option, I didn’t find another way.”  

[wearywinchester]

Not Going Anywhere

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: When he nearly loses you, Dean finds he can’t stand the thought of that happening.

Requested by Anonymous: “May I please request a one shot of dean and reader with her having an internal bleeding. You know when the character seems fine but then boom they collapse and turns out they're not fine at all?? I LIIIVE for that shit... The shock, the realization, the worry....”

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: angst, injury, bleeding, shock, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, guilt, fluff

You sat slumped in the backseat of the Impala, exhausted from the hunt. Fortunately, it’d been close to the bunker, close enough that you didn’t need a motel room overnight. Close enough that the drive hadn’t been terribly long like most cases were. You felt like you’d been run over by a semi two times over, a certain weakness running through you that left you feeling less than okay.

You watched quietly as the rain came down and trickled against the chilled windows of the car, falling into each other as they raced down the glass before fresh ones took their place in an instant. It was gloomy weather, something you could have found yourself seeking comfort in on any given day, something that otherwise would have been cozy had you not felt the way you did.

But you did, and it wasn’t leaving any time soon.

Dean had the heat cranked up because he could see that you were cold, could tell by the way you wrapped your arms around yourself. The ache and burn in your stomach had yet to subside, Dean having cleaned your wound before setting off to go home earlier that day, but that didn’t stop it from hurting.

You were less than comfortable, as far from it as you could be as you sat behind Sam. You missed the way Dean had glanced at you in the rear view more often than not, his concern evident in the crease between his brows, deepening each and every time he looked. He saw your agitation, the way your face contorted in discomfort as you slumped against the seat. You couldn’t sit still even if your life depended on it, constantly moving in your seat despite the way the hurt in your abdomen is screaming at you otherwise.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so restless in your life more than you were in that moment, anxiety settling in heavily the more you sat stuck in that car. There wasn’t anything in particular for you to feel this way over—you’d ridden in this car more times than you could count for years, having sat in the very same spot for far longer than this trip has been before. You’d done it all before without fail, without a problem, but this time was different.

It was different and he knew it.

Any other time you’d start a conversation about any and everything, singing along with him to nearly any song that came on the radio for the sake of getting on Sam’s nerves. Any other time you’d take a nap if you were tired, especially on a day like that where the clouds and rain offered ample comfort to allow you to do so, but this wasn’t any other time. This time you looked like you were two seconds from hopping out at the next red light, and it didn’t sit right with him.

“Sweetheart, you okay back there?” He calls out over his shoulder.

You’re not even sure if the words came out of his mouth, not even sure if you heard him as you shifted your gaze. When he didn’t get a response he looked in his mirror at you, calling out your name once more with more concern than the last.

You sat up a little straighter, glancing at him with eyes squinted slightly in confusion. “‘M fine, De.”

He wasn’t entirely convinced of that, not even a little bit as you blinked, trying to gather yourself a bit more than in that moment as he turned down the road that led to the bunker. You had a habit of saying you’re fine when you’re not, and you’re so clearly the opposite and he finds himself grateful he’s home, you’re home. But that doesn’t soothe the worry boiling over in the pit of his stomach, clouding his mind of anything and everything revolving around you.

Your words were merely words as they fell from your lips, that feeling simmering within you feeling awfully bad as you sit there, as the impala descended down into the bunker’s garage. The fluorescent lights were harsh on your eyes, your wince inevitable as you fought the groan sitting in the back of your throat. Dean didn’t need to be worrying over you, though he surely already was.

You think you just need a rest, a few hours sleeping in your own bed would do you some good. It had to.

You hadn’t fully registered the fact that the car had come to a stop, put in park in its usual spot and it gave Dean enough time to round the back end of it before you tried to get out on your own. When he pulls the door open you’ve got that look, one that tugs at his heart because you look so miserable, so tired and defeated. He crouches down closer to your level as you sit there, watches as you take a deep breath to try and steady the race of your heart. To try and calm the queasy feeling in your stomach.

“Sweetheart?” He asks, eyes on you in search of any indication that you’d been listening. You were, you really were, but you were trying to get a handle on how you felt. “Baby, we’re home.”

You nod then, turning your head to look at him with a soft smile in an attempt to assure him you’d heard him. He stood to his feet and held his hand out, gentle as he helped out of the car. You tried to ignore the rush that came down over you the moment you got up, tried to swallow down the intensifying nausea that’d swirled around in your stomach just begging to come up. You tried your hardest and it was proving to be a challenge.

You were dizzy when you stood to your feet, almost overwhelming, but you were quick to balance yourself and you brushed it off. You’d been in the car for the past two hours, doing nothing but sit in the same position for the majority of that time and you’d yet to eat or drink anything. A little dizziness seemed reasonable upon standing in your mind, not to mention the way your head had been hurting for nearly the same amount of time as the drive home.

You felt his hand slip from yours in favor of wrapping around you to steady you, to help you as you walked but you shrugged him off just as quickly, flashing him a look.

“De, I’m fine. You don’t need to fuss over me,” you say, and the look on his face shows just how much he disagrees with you. You could see it with the dimples forming by the very corners of his mouth and the raise of his eyebrow.

“Y/n—”

“I’m serious. I just need a little sleep and I’ll be fine,” you say, smiling once more in hopes he’d settle down, but you knew he wouldn’t.

It took a few moments, but eventually he dropped his hand to his side reluctantly and eyed you carefully, cautious as he watched you walk ahead into the bunker’s hallway towards your shared room. He knew you better than you thought, better than you knew yourself. He knew you like the back of his hand, but you were just as stubborn as he was and that’s the problem.

You flickered between bouts of nausea and none at all, between feeling fine, like you said you were, and feeling like you’d been drug all the way home tied to the trunk of the Impala. It was something that worsened the more you dwelled on the feeling, something you wished would subside.

You felt a beat of relief upon seeing the golden eleven mounted on that familiar wooden door come into view just down the hall, could smell the faint scent of Dean’s cologne wafting over you as he walked by towards Sam.

You were almost there, then you could lay down for a good long while, tuck yourself into that memory foam bed that was unbelievably comfortable and smelled every bit like Dean, and rest like you’d been longing to do since the moment you left to come home that day. You could rest in the comfort of your shared space for as long as you needed to get better. You were almost there.

But you weren’t.

In that moment, you felt like you were miles away from your destination, you felt like the conversation the two of them were having just a few feet away had been miles away from you, their voices muffled far more than they should be for how close they’d really been to you.

You slowed yourself to a wavering stop for a minute just to gather yourself a little more than you were then and there, reaching out for the wall that was just a little farther than you anticipated it to be. Your ears began to ring slightly, gradually, as that same nausea made its unpleasant return in your stomach, eyes squeezing shut just for a moment. You weren’t aware of just how awful you looked in that moment, but you knew it couldn’t have been too good if it was a reflection of how you were feeling in that very same moment. To be quite honest you felt like you’d just run a marathon with the way you couldn’t catch your breath, with the way your heart had been hammering within your chest at a faster than normal pace.

You felt like a walking, breathing disaster, and sure enough, you looked like it too.

Dean’s brows furrowed when he followed Sam’s gaze, to you, to you who stood there unsure of yourself as a flurry of emotions flashed over your face within a second’s time. A number of emotions, none of anything positive being displayed and it intensified the worries he’d had running through him. A sheen of sweat had glistened over your skin despite the chill that ran through you, your vision doubled as you opened your eyes once more to try and give Dean a glance.

“Y/n?” Your name fell from his lips, soft and hesitant at first as the initial confusion took over, his mouth going dry as he approached you.

“I’m…” you start, nodding your head as you swallow thickly. “I’m fine, Dean. I just…"

Your words were failing you, your ability to form a coherent thought failing you in that moment as you lost all means of balance, teetering on the edge of collapsing before you’d gone and done it. The shout of your name had come off as an echo to you, the impact of the floor having been cold and unforgiving as you fell, too weak to catch yourself.

He hated just how limp you felt in his arms as he knelt beside you, the pain jolting through him from dropping to his knees on the concrete floor having been the very least of his concerns as he watched you. Panic had lanced through him as your head lulled, caught in the crook of his arm as his other hand grabbed your face. Despite the sweat gleaming across your skin, your cheeks were void of any heat that you’d expect to feel and it only added to his upset.

“Y/n!” He called out, your brows furrowing as you felt yourself go from bad to worse, a steady declining feeling blanketing you. “Sweetheart, stay with me.”

His voice was loud, carrying through the winding hall in an echoing display of his fear, the sound taunting him as it bounced off the walls. You nodded weakly, despite the way your heartbeat hammered loudly in your ears enough to muffle what he’d been saying to Sam, or the way you couldn’t hold yourself up if it weren’t for the way he held you. Despite that, you nodded for him.

That ache from the wound you’d walked away from that hunt with was still very much there, that you knew. You knew things didn’t look good for you in that moment, not with the way Dean looked at you as if his heart had been ripped from his chest, or the fear in his eyes when he’d pressed his fingers to the side of your neck, your pulse faint but bounding beneath his fingertips. Things were continuing to go from bad to worse, to far beyond that and you knew that wasn’t a good sign.

You knew it the moment that feeling hit you in the car an hour earlier and the panic you felt was only increasing the more you thought things over.

You should have said something then, you know that now. You should have stopped saying you were fine when you so clearly weren’t, should have stopped doing what you always do and downplay a situation in fear of thinking about the outcome. You should have known better than to think it’d be as easy as Dean patching you up, not after what that spirit did to you. Nothing in hunting is ever as good as it seems, as easy as it seems, and you should have said something earlier.

Because now, now you were quite sure you were facing your fate when you didn’t have time to prepare for it. And that’s what scared you the most. It could have been something trivial, that’s what you’d been longing for it to be, but you knew it was just your own denial telling you that.

“Dean,” you say, taking a breath as you look up at him. The green eyes you loved so much were filled with a kind of emotion you never liked to see. “I—I just want you to know—”

“No, no c’mon. We’re not doing this sweetheart, okay?”

Nausea hit him like a ton of bricks at the sight of the crimson that slowly began to stain your teeth when you coughed, rage bursting through him in waves over the situation he doesn’t know how to control the ending of. Over the fact that he doesn’t think he can control the outcome for the love of his life in his very arms. He knows nothing in this life is guaranteed, not for the life of someone who hunts the world’s worst monsters.

He’s lost so much in his life, but damn does this one hurt.

“I don’t feel so good,” you murmur instead, watching the expressions flicker across his face through half closed eyes as you groan, brows furrowing at the expression he’d been looking at you with. “What is it?”

He couldn’t tell you what he saw, he wouldn’t do it.

“I know you don’t,” he says softly, chuckling despite it being void of humor, running his hand over your head. “I know you don’t but you’re gonna be okay, you hear me?”

All you could do was hum and nod, a soft noise you can’t quite tell had left your lips as the weight of your eyelids grew heavier and heavier. You were tired, that much was true. But he tapped your cheek with his hand lightly, grabbing ahold of your face.

“Don’t do that,” he urged, “please, don’t do that.”

He looked to Sam, a mirrored look of panic looking back at him that didn’t do much to soothe his stresses.

He feels near paralyzed when his gaze drops to you again, your eyes closed. He’d grabbed your face and called your name till his throat felt like sandpaper, till it felt like he swallowed a thousand knives he shouted your name. He held you tight in his arms as his mind worried in a frenzy of fear, calling out desperately for the one person that could help.

Cas.

If there was one thing that Dean Winchester knew how to do, it was worry. He’d worry himself to death over the ones he loved, in fact, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to keep them safe. But worry is what he’d done for the last two and a half hours and nothing else.

If it was possible, one might think he’d wear a hole in the floor from his pacing at the foot of the bed in the bunkers infirmary. Cas had come in a moment’s notice much to Dean’s relief, had swooped in quite literally and healed you the way he hoped you could be.

It turns out that spirit had done more than just graze you, had gone a little deeper than either of you had thought. It turns out you’d been bleeding more than just on the surface, and that it hadn’t actually slowed to a stop once he’d patched you up back there. You were bleeding this whole time, you just didn’t know it until it almost became too late.

It all made sense now, the way you were acting in the car. The restlessness, the agitation and the way you couldn’t sit still. He knew there was something wrong even when you refused to admit it, and he hated it when you did that. Hated it when you kept your pain to yourself when you really didn’t need to, in favor of staving his worry and trying to be independent, and that’s something he knew well.

But that wasn’t the point, the point was you were lying there in that bed almost within an inch of your life had Cas not come. The point was he nearly lost you in his arms and he couldn’t help the blame that sparked and burst within him that maybe he shouldn’t have believed you when you said you were fine. He didn’t, but he felt he should have kept pushing, kept prying to get you to admit it. Thinking that maybe he should have known there was more to that injury by the way your face crinkled up when it happened, by the way you fell to the floor for a moment or two before you stood back on your feet.

He felt like this was on him, and it was tearing him up from the inside out.

Dean ran through a myriad of emotions that night, each one hitting harder than the last. He was scared, the mere thought of losing someone he found himself rapidly not being able to see himself living without having scared him more than he’d care to even admit. He was angry, his fear masked behind clenched jaws and hands running through hair, chairs kicked and chest heaving. Angry at himself for not having gotten to you sooner back there.

It was a never ending cycle of fear and anger and guilt, a cycle he felt he’d always feel in one way or another so long as the ones he loves keep getting hurt when he feels he has the means to prevent it somehow.

For the better part of that two hours, apart from the anxious pacing, he sat at your side as you rested. He was reluctant to leave your side should something happen again. He couldn’t handle that and he knew it. He sat there with his elbows on his knees, chin in his hands. He held your hand for a while, thumb absentmindedly brushing over your knuckles as his foot tapped and his knee bounced subconsciously.

For the better part of that two hours, the events of what lead up to that point had replayed in his mind over and over in a taunting loop, having worsened the feeling he held each and every time it restarted. Each time he recalled something more in the way you’d looked in the car, in the way you acted, in the way you felt in his arms.

Cas had to tell him a million times over that you’d be okay. That wound on your stomach had been healed, everything had been healed as though it was never there. He told him a thousand times over that you were stable, you were okay. You were okay, but he couldn’t find it in himself to get over it just yet.

The last time Cas had said it was when he believed it, it was when he couldn’t be in that room another second otherwise he just might crack. He couldn’t bear to see you laying there like that, no matter the fact that you were just fine. It made his stomach churn and twist in knots.

He left, the stack of lore books swept off the table in the library in his wake, a string of curses leaving his lips. He went to your shared room first, the door slamming roughly behind him. He was angry at no one else but himself despite the fact that he shouldn’t be, but he’ll beg to differ on that a thousand times over.

When you woke up, the infirmary was empty. You’d seen the chair at your bedside that hadn’t normally been there. And if it wasn’t telling enough of Dean’s presence, the weight of his jacket splaying warmly overtop of you was sure to make it all the more obvious he’d been there.

You were sore as you sat up, stiff from having been laying in the same position for an amount of time you were sure of. But, when you lifted the hem of your shirt, that burning wound had no longer resided where it’d been. That nausea had since dissolved, that headache had gone away for the most part, and the weakness you felt, the dizziness, it’d all gone away. You knew it was done with the help of no one other than Cas.

You were sure Dean had been there with you for quite some time, but you also knew Dean better than to think he’d handle it well. You knew by the way you’d woken up by yourself that he’d handled it horribly. He gets worked up over injuries that are on a smaller scale, but this, this was far different than that. Inches from meeting your fate had been much too different than that and you knew he’d disappeared to sulk by himself.

You sighed when you pushed yourself off the bed, leaving the empty infirmary before navigating the bunker. The sight of the books splaying messily across the floor had been an indication of something you already suspected, the quiet in the air having added to the tension only followed when one of the three of you had been angry.

Your bedroom was empty, the blankets stretching over to his side of the bed having been wrinkled some from where he’d been sitting. A photo of the two of you had been sitting there on the nightstand, half-tucked under the base of the lamp sitting lit atop it, the drawer not closed all the way.

The Impala was still in the garage where he’d parked it hours ago, a frown tugging at your lips at the sight of the very hallway everything had taken place.

You knew where he’d be at this hour, at one where everyone should be asleep. Sam had been, you were sure of that, but if Dean hadn’t been in either of those places, you knew where he’d be.

A knowing sigh left your lips as you stepped down into the kitchen, the very one you’d been looking for sitting at the table. You saw the bottle of whiskey on the table and you saw the glass in his hand. You saw the way his hair had been a ruffled mess and you saw the ivory of his knuckles as he held that very same glass. You knew that all too well, you knew he’d been all sorts of torn up inside. He was.

“Knew I’d find you here,” you say, his head turning at the sound of your voice.

You could see the relief flooding his expression as he looked up at you, at the way his eyes widened and the way his face lit up just a little bit more than before, though it didn’t take long for the crease between his brows to deepen once more as you sat down next to him. He’s quiet for a moment before he presses a lingering kiss to your temple, and another as his next words are murmured against your skin.

“Sweetheart, you should be in bed, you’ve been through it today.”

You could hear the fatigue in the softness of his tone, could feel his nose brush against your temple before he turned away.

“Without you?” Your words are lighter as a soft smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

He chuckles, half-humorous as he shakes his head, swirling the whiskey around in his glass. He swallows thickly, thoughts weighing heavy on his mind as a million words sit on the tip of his tongue. You knew a little humor didn’t do much to stave off that feeling he held.

“‘M fine, Dean.”

“Don’t say that,” he says, head shaking before he brings the glass up to his mouth and swallows the rest of his drink, pouring himself another.

You saw the way his eyes were rimmed a pale shade of pink. Dean Winchester wasn’t one to cry too often, but you could always tell when he had been. His eyes were red and so was the very tip of his nose, flushed a soft pink and the quiver in his lip hadn’t quite left just yet.

“I’m serious, Dean. I’m okay.”

“Well you weren’t a few hours ago, Y/n. You were damn near dead,” he says, louder than before as his jaw tenses.

“Well I’m not,” you counter, the huff that puffs through his nose an indication of his frustration.

“I’m glad this is just another day to you, Y/n.”

He brings his hands up to his face, rubbing over it in frustration as he sniffs. You saw that quiver just a little more now, one he hid behind his glass as he tipped his head back and drank it.

“For cryin’ out loud you still got blood on your teeth, Y/n,” he says, softer this time as the tension in his jaw loosens.

You sigh softly, more so to yourself as you stay quiet for a moment or two, your tongue swiping over your teeth before you bite the inside of your cheek. You can see the emotions flicker and roll through him, can see the guilt written clear across his face to match the feeling simmering in the pit of his stomach. When you got up, he’d expected you to just walk away, though instead you find yourself leaning atop the wooden table.

You snag the glass from the loose grip he had on it, setting it aside as he drug his hands down his face.

Your shoulders drop a fraction as you look down at your hands for a moment, foot tapping quietly against the floor. When you looked at him, his gaze was on the table, the inside of his cheek between his teeth. You bring your hand up to smooth over his hair before your palm settles on his cheek, thumb brushing over his chin. His eyes lift to yours, weary and upset.

You don’t fail to miss the way he leans into your touch no matter how subtle, or the way the clench in his jaw dissipates the rest of the way before your hand drops to your lap.

“There was nothing you could’ve done differently back there, De. No matter how much you think otherwise,” you say, watching that tension return as he looks away. “I know that’s what you’re thinking right now, but I’m still here. Now you don’t have to believe me on this, and I know you won’t, but you were there when I needed you the most. And that’s the only thing that matters to me. So you can be mad at yourself all you want, you can blame yourself all you want, but I’m not blaming this on you.”

He sat quietly, simmering in his own silence with closed eyes as his chest heaves a bit more than normal. You swipe your thumb across the crease between his brows, smoothing it softly as you watch the way he bites the inside of his cheek. Dean Winchester’s got a whole lot of stubbornness in him, but a whole lot of softness no matter how many layers of anger and frustration and worry sit atop it.

You move from the table after a beat of silence, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He relaxed under your embrace, more so when you dipped down from behind him and pressed a kiss on his cheek, one more for good measure.

You don’t know what to say for a little while as your head rests against his, arms dangling over his shoulders as you clasp your hands together loosely. You know for a fact he’s still beating himself up for this, that was something you knew was unavoidable. But that was something you could handle.

“Come to bed, De, it’s late,” you murmur, kissing his cheek once, twice, three times.

He hums at first, nodding his head. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

You let him go with a soft squeeze to his shoulders, spinning on your heel as you sigh softly. But it doesn’t take more than a mere few seconds before you hear him move around.

“Sweetheart, wait.”

You turn around once more, brow raised in curiosity.

He’s hesitant for a moment before he crosses the room in a couple of steps, arms around you in an instant. You wrap yours around his neck, his embrace near bone crushing as his face tucks into your neck. His stubble is rough against your skin, the softness of your smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. He’s got fistfuls of your shirt in his palms, holding you close as you stand up on your toes.

“What do you say we ditch hunting for a little while?” He mumbles into your neck, your soft laughter immediate as you lean back to look at him. “Don’t want you dyin’ on me again, sweetheart.”

You bit your cheek for a moment as you shook your head, fighting a smile. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Winchester.”

He rolls his eyes, looking to the side as he fights the beginnings of his smile. “Yeah, well, I’m good with that.”

The tension he held minutes ago lessened some, his expression softer as he looked down at you. You lean on your toes and kiss him softly, lingering just over his lips for a few seconds before kissing him once more with a smile as you speak up.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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