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[hallowedheartsx]

“you know, I love you.” “I know”.

work song - hozier / apple pie - lizzy mcalpine / look after you - the fray / forever - noah kahan / heaven - mitski / francesca - hozier / ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - del water gap / watching over me - radio company / can’t fight this feeling - reo speedwagon / restless man - radio company

bonus track : tennessee whiskey - chris stapleton

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 15: You Don't Want Me?

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11 p.m. 

“OH MY GOD, how I missed the feeling of fresh air,” Tae whines, virtually sprinting out of the hospital. It has been a month since we were placed in the labour and delivery unit, but, the adjustments to the hectic workload have yet to be made. All I can say is that nursing is not for the weak. We have weekly clinicals on Mondays and Fridays, each lasting eight hours. Because Tae and I are both night owls, we picked the night shifts. I would rather be dead on a stick than wake up at 5 am to work for free. 

“Tae, be careful it's dark out there,” I yell out from the entrance, shivering in my scrubs. He looks like a child, skipping side to side, waving his hands at the passing airplane in the sky. 

“Miraya, hurry up, the train is gonna leave soon,” Tae says, before pulling my backpack over his shoulder. He doesn’t have a car and I don’t have my licence so in terms of transportation, we rely on the late-night transit system. All is good until we stumble upon people who have consumed too much alcohol or indulged in some illegal substances at our station.  

“Stay close to me, ok?” Tae whispers as the train doors lock. Putting on my earphones, I lower my head, eyes focused on the Pepsi can rolling down the aisle. Succumbing to the fatigue I can feel my eyelids getting heavy, before dozing off on Tae’s shoulder. 

--

Knock Knock Knock 

Shifting in my bed I let out a deep sigh as my body trembles from the long stretch. The sun is barely out as the clock strikes 6 a.m. Making my way towards the door, hair in a messy bun and body covered in a Hello Kitty robe I look at the peak hole. 

“Jungkook, what on God’s green earth are you doing here?” I whisper, pulling him inside. 

“Get ready Peaches, we’re going to the gym,” he exclaims, placing his bag on the table. Left dumbfounded, I try to analyze his face, searching for any hints of this being a joke. Unfortunately, he looked pretty serious as he filled up my water bottle and packed some snacks to go. 

“Pardon?” I scoff, hands now folded over my chest. 

“Your clinicals finish too late, it’s a dangerous world out there,” he grins, pulling me closer by the robe string. Cupping my face he places a soft kiss on my forehead, before looking back at my face, which was still vividly confused. 

“I have Tae,” I reply softly, eyes focused on him. 

“Thank God for that, but you still need to learn some self-defence. Pretty girls know how to fight,” Jungkook chuckles, caressing my cheek with his thumb. 

“I’m too tired Jungkook, please can we just sleep?” I whine into his embrace, arms tightening around his torso. With a soft smile, he leans his head back as I sneak in a few minutes of rest before being awakened once again. 

Entering the gym we bow to the receptionist before Jungkook leads the way toward the boxing room which surprisingly, we were not the only ones occupying. Giving a quick smile to the girls stretching at the back, I begin unpacking my stuff. I am not dressed in proper gym attire because I simply don't own one, so a white crop top and black sweatpants had to do. Jungkook, on the other hand, blended right in with his black muscle tee and red boxer shorts. Making sure the gloves were not too tight on my hand, he clasps the velcro in place before going through some preliminary stretches. 

“Okay Peaches, if someone comes up behind you and grabs you by the shoulders, what will you do?” Jungkook asks, proceeding to stand in the hypothetical position. 

“Curse them out? I don't know,” I sigh, shaking my head, body still tired from the night before. 

“Miraya, you have to focus please,” he whispers into my ear, hands gliding down to my waist as I flinch at his bare touch. Grabbing my hand he attaches it to his, signalling the twisting motion of his arm. 

“Twisting their hand will buy you some time to run,” he explains, gaze focused on my concentrated expression. 

“If you want, you can also kick them in the balls, that'll definitely get them,” Jungkook chuckles as I sigh at his energetic state. 

“Why can't you just be with me at all times?” I whine, leaning into his chest and placing my arms around his neck. 

“You have those dreams too?” he grins, tightening the grip on my waist as I can't help but roll my eyes at his teasing. 

--

“Mira, do you want anything from the cafeteria?” Tae asks as we make our way toward the lunchroom. Today has been extremely difficult, both emotionally and physically. An older “gentleman” spit right at me, insisting to see a real doctor. While another one made me chase him around the room before I could get his vitals. 

“Just some coffee please,” I reply with a soft smile. Unpacking my meal prep, I offer Hanbin a seat at our table since he was the only other group member from our cohort. With the hectic workload, we barely get time to actually get to know our coworkers, so small chit-chats over lunch will have to suffice. 

“So, are you enjoying nursing so far?” I break the awkward silence, as Hanbin heats his food. 

“If you consider mental breakdowns enjoyable then yeah, sure” he chuckles, leaning back on the cupboard. 

“So real, I don’t remember the last time I smiled, to be honest,” I giggle, taking a bite of my salmon. 

“But, hey, at least we have the Winter Formal,” he replies with a grin. 

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot,” 

Remembering how excited Tae was about this dance, I realized that I was not prepared for it at all. I guess I got so caught up in all the schoolwork that it completely slipped my mind. Plus, I’m not much of a party animal unless a drop of alcohol enters my system, then, there’s just no going back for me. 

“No worries, have you thought about your plus one?” Hanbin chuckles, bringing his chair closer to mine, gaze focused on my lips. Technically, nothing happened but suddenly the ambience of the room felt different. Moving my stuff closer, I reply with a soft smile before Tae barges in with coffee in one hand and a sticky note in another. 

“What took you so long?” I let out a relieved sigh, eyes locked on Tae’s, hoping he could also sense the tension in the room. 

“I just got myself a date for the Formal,” he grins, parading the yellow piece of paper. Taking a seat between Hanbin and I, he takes a bite of my salmon with no questions asked. Before I can slap his forearm, he calls a truce with the hot coffee in front of me. 

“This whole time you were flirting with some stranger?” I sigh, rolling my eyes at his teasing smile. 

“A sexy, tall, blonde stranger,” he adds, poking my nose as I huff at his childishness. “Anyways, what were you guys talking about?” 

“Oh, I was just asking Mira about her plus one for the Formal,” Hanbin says, both of their eyes now focused on my blank face. Obviously, my mind went straight to Jungkook, but I doubt he would be interested, especially since he wouldn’t know anyone there aside from Tae and I. 

“Surely, it will be Jungkook,” Tae’s voice interrupts my thoughts as Hanbin lets out a soft gasp. Trying to avoid eye contact with either of them, I busy myself with the rest of my lunch. 

“Jungkook? Is that your boyfriend?” he asks softly, leaning back on his chair as Tae proceeds to nod his head. 

“Yeah, they’re basically dating,” Tae exclaims, looking back at my dumbfounded expression with a teasing grin. It seems like I have no say in the conversation about my life, as my attempt at clearing things up is interrupted by the sound of a pager. 

“That’s a wrap everyone,” Tae chuckles as we rush back to our unit base. 

--

Mira: Hey, are you busy?

Jungkook: Just finishing up at the gym, what’s up? 

Mira: You don’t have to but, if you are free on Friday, do you want to go to the Winter Formal? 

Jungkook: With you? 

Mira: … well don’t sound so excited -_-

Jungkook: No, I mean as your date? 

Mira: I guess? We don’t have to put any labels though. 

Jungkook: I would love to ;) 

--

Touching up my makeup, I scramble through the mess on the bathroom counter hoping to find the last Q-tip. I’ve never been good at makeup but thankfully, it seems that the beauty gurus have possessed my body today because smokey eyes have never been my forte. Taking the last set of curlers out of my hair, I’m interrupted by the knocks on the front door.

“Hi Peaches,” Jungkook grins, gaze focused on my Hello Kitty robe. That's the thing, I have yet to pick an outfit, I mean I have options but none of them left me in awe. He on the other hand looked really good. A tux does that to a guy, I guess. Waving him inside I hurry to my room, praying that a perfect outfit would just summon itself before I get there. 

“Ok, what do you think, is this too much?” I say out of breath from all the adrenaline. Walking out in a black silk dress with a slit at the front, I nervously pat the sides of the waistline as a grin forms on Jungkook’s face. Nibbling on his rip rings, he can’t help but let out a small chuckle shaking his head. 

“Hello? How do I look?” I scoff at his teasing. 

“Hot, but you look better under me,” he finally says, before pulling my form on his lap. 

“Ok, that’s enough. Do you think it’s too much though?” I say softly, trying to ignore the tension building between our close proximity. 

“I can fight, Peaches. Wear whatever you want,” he whispers into my ear before placing a small kiss on the soft skin, tightening his grip on my waist. 

--

Entering the hall decorated in a beautiful white and blue palette, Jungkook and I wave to Tae who was accompanied by a mysterious blondie. It’s obvious that the student council did not hold back on the budget, I mean there was live music, an array of various cuisines and a whole ice sculpture just plopped at the entrance. I guess our tuition is being used for a good cause. 

“Sheesh, you guys do look like a couple, is there something you aren’t telling me?” Tae exclaims, looking us up and down before placing his hand around the girl next to him. 

“This is Minji, she is also a student nurse but her placement is in the ICU,” he says excitedly, boxy smile on full display. 

“Pleasure to meet you Minji, I’m Mira and this is Jungkook,” I say, reaching out for a handshake, as Jungkook gives her a small smile. She was wearing a lacey, mini-pink dress with a sweetheart neckline. Side by side we would look like an epitome of yin-yang, just light and darkness. 

“Pleasure is all mine, Tae has told me all about you,” she replies, leaning into his chest as he welcomes her into a soft embrace. Letting out an awkward chuckle, I can’t help but think about the tea he must have spilled with his blabbermouth. My thoughts, however, are interrupted by the sudden feeling of a hand on my back. Flinching at the sensation, I naturally turn to Jungkook, gaze focused on his confused face as he lets out a soft hum. 

“Hi guys,” Hanbin says, wrapping his hands around Tae and I’s shoulders, before focusing his gaze on Jungkook who was already looking directly at him. Moving my body closer to his, Junkook rests his hands on my waist, tracing little circles on the fabric. 

“You must be the Jungkook,” Hanbin exclaims with a grin, before reaching in for a handshake which Jungkook quickly declines with a slight nod. 

“And you would be?” 

“Oh, I’m Hanbin, has Mira never mentioned me?” Hanbin asks, letting out a small chuckle before meeting my eyes. 

“Never,” Jungkook scoffs, leaning his head on mine. 

“Well, I would kill for a drink right now,” I say promptly, feeling the tension rise between the two men. Meeting Tae’s eyes, I plead for assistance as he quickly ushers Hanbin and Minji inside. Following them I pull Jungkook’s arm, trying to avoid his eyes which are now filled with questions. 

--

“Oh shoot,” I softly yelp, tripping over my slippers as Jungkook leads my tipsy self to the bedroom. The party was a blast, we danced, ate, talked, and most importantly drank. Well, Tae and I did. Jungkook settled for a can of Coke as our responsible designated driver. 

“Miraya, where is your towel?” he asks, rummaging through the aftermath of my outfit selection fiasco. Handing me a pink towel, we walk towards the bathroom as he stops at the door.

“Jungkook, I need help,” I whine, eyes irritated by the bright light. 

“Peaches, you can do it yourself,” he exclaims, resting his head on the doorframe before succumbing to my cries. Moving my hair out of the way his hands find the dress zipper before slowly pulling it down. I flinch at the feeling of his soft breath on my exposed back, turning my gaze towards his dark orbs.  

“Thank you,” I whisper, letting out a small smile, before pushing him out of the bathroom. 

Unable to respond as the door slams shut, Jungkook plops his fatigued body onto the bed, careful not to get it dirty. Scanning the room, he grins at the plethora of baby photos hanging on the wall before coming in for a closer look. 

“So, you’ve always been cute,” he chuckles, looking back at my freshly bathed self. Hair wrapped in a towel, I was repping my iconic Barbie pyjamas before virtually melting into the soft duvet. Still tipsy, I pull him over, leaving no space between us as a soft frown forms on his face. 

“Hanbin … does he bother you?” Jungkook says, eyes lowered on my hands. 

“No, we just work in the same unit,” I mumble, letting out a small yawn. 

“So, he has never made a move on you?” he says, eyes now focused on mine. 

“God no, Jungkook, what are you on?” I scoff, falling back on the soft pillows, as my eyes finally rest. 

“Well I don’t know, he seemed very comfortable tonight,” he explains, as I reach for his hand. 

“Jungkook, I want you,” I whine softly, eyes barely staying open as my fingers intertwine with his. Surprised by the sudden flashlight, I look up at the phone camera in front of me. 

“What are you doing?” I yelp, pulling the duvet over my face. 

“Recording this for evidence or else you won’t believe me tomorrow,” he grins, placing the phone back on the night table. 

“What? You don’t want me?” I say, eyes peeking through the covers. Scoffing at the remark, he can’t help but shake his head with a grin, before moving in closer. 

“That’s not fair, you know exactly what I want and what I need, Peaches”

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Where Do We Go from Here 4

A/N: Here the fourth part is shit is about to changer just a pinch wait for six for the big change, Next week look out for Friday for part 5 because Thanksgiving is going to be too busy for me to post, I have two dinners I need to go to so look out for Friday if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

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Warnings:  Angst, Henry's secret is going to be slightly found out, also we get our pick up! think that is all actually

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Two weeks after the party you had Winnifred Barnes at your door wanting to discuss wedding planning. “Bucky gave me your address, I’m sorry if I overstepped.” She apologized. 

“You’re alright Mrs. Barnes.” You smiled gently. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked you. 

You looked up at her. “I don’t know what you're talking about.” 

She scoffed. “Yes you do, what is wrong?” 

“Bucky, he isn’t the guy I knew, he’s cold, calculating, and a dick.” You said honestly. “I wanted to marry someone who’d at least show me love and support.” You sighed. 

“James does love you, he is just trying to defy his father, Y/n, I have a million stories of my son coming home and only being able to talk about you.” She explained. “What did that idiot say is what I am wondering.”

“He wanted me to be the mob wife like what you see in the movies.” You exaggerate. 

She scoffed. “I’ll smack him over the head, if you want and we can hope that it smacks sense into that idiot that I gave birth to.” The two of you laughed. 

“Alright let's get through this shall we?” You nodded. 

Winnifred sighed with a soft frown. “Y/n, I think you should talk to your father about why he sprung this on you spontaneously, you’ve clearly built a life of your own and you're successful, I truly think before you plan anything for this wedding you need to talk with your father.” She said honestly. “I’ll see myself out.” She stood up and left your living room and home. 

Your brows furrowed at what she said to you, so you sent your dad a text. ‘I’m coming over, I think we should talk.’ Then you grabbed your keys, and headed out. 

About thirty minutes later you arrived at your childhood home and knocked on the door, one of the many housekeepers answered the door. “Mis. Y/l/n, wonderful to see you um what are you here for?” She asked you.

“I need to talk to my dad.” You told her. 

“I’m sorry, but he’s not in at the moment he’s dealing with some business.” She explained softly. 

You huffed. “Of course he is, well I’m just going to stay around until he gets back.” 

“Okay.” She smiled and let you in. 

Meanwhile, Bucky sat with irritation written on his face and his jaw clenched, while Y/n’s father and his along with other bosses who are partners, all of them arguing and trying to talk over one another. “James.” Henry caught his attention. “You’ve been quiet, what are you thinkin’ about?”

“What i’m thinking about is that the same motherfucker who has been ruining my shipments and somehow they keep getting away.” He seethed. 

Then Henry’s phone pinged, he looked at it. “Can we hurry this up? I have something else that needs my attention.” 

“Like what?” Bucky asked. 

Henry gave the younger man a pointed look. “Your fiancé, my daughter, she wants to talk and it sounded serious.”

Little did Henry know this meeting would carry on for a few more long hours, eventually they were all allowed to leave, Henry made his way out to his car where his driver was waiting, Bucky caught up. “Do you um, think I should be going with you, I mean if something is going on with Y/n, do you think I should be there?” 

“James, no, she said she wants to talk to me, not you, not your father, nor anyone else.” Henry huffed.

“Okay, Uh will you just tell me what happens?” He asked.

“It depends, good night, James.” Henry said before getting in the large suv.

Once Henry got home, he found Y/n laying on the living room couch watching tv. “Sorry, about being late, I wasn’t expecting to be gone late, what do you want to talk about?” Henry asked his daughter. 

“Winnifred showed up at my house, and she told me I should talk to you.” Y/n explained. “Why should I and Bucky be married, he clearly doesn't care about me.”

“Y/n there are worse options to turn to.” Henry sighed. 

Y/n put her hands on her hips. “Like what? Dad, just tell me the truth please.” She begged. 

“Please just let this go.” He begged.

“All I want is an explanation.” She tried again. 

Henry stood with his hands folded across his chest. “Y/n.” He shook his head in debate of what he wanted to do. “I want you to marry James because he is the best option I know you and I can trust him he will not hurt you physically an-” She cut him off. “No he won't hurt me physically but what about mentaly he wants me to undo all of my work.” 

“I didn’t want him to do that.” He said gently. 

Y/n sighed. “Then why.” She stood up, her posture was tense. “Why do you want this for me? I wanted to put my law firm first for a hot minute before I got married.”  

“Y/n, you are in danger, you could be kidnapped, but since your engagement to James is official you’ll be safer.” He explained. 

“By who, who is trying to hurt me?” You begged. 

“Someone unimportant, now I want you to go home and get some rest, maybe at a different point and time I will tell you.” He sighed, before leading you to the door. “I love you.” He hugged Her and kissed her forehead in the fatherly way he has done since she was young. 

“I love you too.” She sighed before leaving. 

You got in your car and started playing music on your phone. You pulled out of the long driveway, and out of the gate that wrapped around the property. While  you drove and mumbled the song to yourself, and then a car that turned when you had the right away hit you, glass shards flew through the empty aire, as your car flipped and then your head hit the steering wheel and everything went black. 

Bucky got back to his home after another meeting with his father, and went up to his room to get ready to relax a little that  night, he got undressed and took a long shower. He combed his fingers through his hair, as he washed out the shampoo, he was lost in thought, thinking about Y/n and what she needed to talk about with Henry. He got out and pulled on boxers and sweats, he turned on the news as it played a story, he just looked at his phone while his cat Alpine sat next to him just waiting for him to give her attention. But then the breaking news came on, and he looked up for a brief second and saw a white tesla like Y/n’s, his brows furrowed.

 “The car was found flipped over with the driver insided, after paramedics got to the scene Y/n Y/l/n was pulled from the car.” The news reporter continued on with the report but all Bucky could hear was a ringing in his ears, along with his phone going off in the background, he stood up fast making Alpine jump up and off the bed.

Henry had the News playing in the background as he made tea to talk his nerves after the conversation with Y/n. When his phone rang it was an unnamed number his brows furrowed, and he hung up, then it rang again. He huffed and answered. “Hello?” 

“Hi, is this Mr.Y/l/n?” The person on the other end asked. 

“Yes this is him.” He answered the question as his posture became ridgid.

The woman on the other end sighed in relief.“Your daughter is here at NY-Presbyterian Hospital, and you are her emergency contact.”

“W-wait, why is she in the hospital, what happened?” He stammered in concern. 

“I can’t reveal this over the phone, we need you to come down.” She said urgently. 

“Okay i’m on my way now.” He said as he put his suit jacket on again, the call ended, and he headed out to his car. 

Henry got to the hospital and went to the waiting room, finding James in there waiting. “What are you doing here?” Henry asked.

“I pulled some strings after finding out she was in a crash.” Bucky explained. 

Henry’s eyes widened. “What, crash?” Henry rushed up to the receptionist. “Where is my daughter?” “Mr.Y/l/n?” The receptionist asked, he nodded. “She is in surgery, you are welcome to wait in her room until she gets out.”

“Alright.” He replied, he was led to her room. “Can I ask why she is in surgery?” 

“A doctor will be with you shortly. Do you want her to have visitors?” She asked. 

“Yes, there is one man out there already waiting, also I want her transferred to a medical suite.” He spoke without emotion, just in a cold and slightly demanding tone.

“Well we have other well, higher position patients.” She offered. 

He looked up at her in a glair. “I don’t give a shit about other patients, I give a shit about my daughter and unless you want some ‘trouble’ to follow you I suggest you make a suite available for my daughter.” It came out in a pointed tone. “You don’t seem to realize the Y/l/n’s you are dealing with here.” 

Then realization hit the women Henry could tell by her eyes. “I’ll get right on that Mr. Y/l/n.” He nodded, and waited.

[this-is-spn20]

Day 15 of Christmas: Attend a tree lighting! 

The war of the Winchesters silently raged on from last night. Although during breakfast you’d asked to put the feud aside for tonight since you’d be going out. Sam thankfully agreed and Dean reluctantly did too. You were all in the impala driving for a while. You were still in deep taking your nap, as was Sam. You were driving to New York. Usually, it would take about a day, but at the speed, you were going, the back roads, and all of you switching off to drive, you’d be there by nightfall. Which was perfect. Taking minimal bathroom breaks was a good choice too. And although the route forced you to take the normal highways, you were making excellent time. You’d be driving for the last time of the day, with 3 more hours to go, you still had daylight left and you encouraged the boys to get some rest after you switched. They asked if you’d be okay. You told them you’d already used the bathroom and had a long playlist ready to go. You were just gonna enjoy the ride. 

When you pulled off, you saw the boys settle in and close their eyes. Your music made soft background noise and you softly nodded your head to the beat. Following your navigation directions, you thought about how exciting it was to finally return to New York. You’d lived there for about 5 years. You’d ultimately saved enough money from your job to move there and not be completely broke when you got there. You lived in comfort for a few months so you could find a job you liked. Living in Lower Manhattan, you had to find a job that would comfortably fit your desired lifestyle. And you did, you found a small mom-and-pop type shop in Brooklyn that was paying a considerable amount over minimum wage. You immediately took the job and every morning for 5 years, you’d take the 30 minutes subway ride to Brooklyn from lower manhattan. And the days you had off you spent exploring the city. 

Your favorite place is the small flower garden in a remote part of Central Park. You’d bring your laptop and books with you and nestled into your little spot, saying hi to the little old lady who was always there when you got there and she’d leave after you settled in/. You always thought she was watching your spot for you. You had so many…. interesting stories in your time living in the city. It was crazy and stressful at times, but every night you’d fall asleep to the comforting sound of the city. Cars honking and the endless humming of all the LED lights from Time Square. 

It was nice to fall asleep to that every night. Which is why it was such a shock for you to move to Kansas with the boys. No cars honking, no bright lights covering your walls while you slept. I mean you knew it’d be different but not… that different. Now you sleep with your tv on just for some noise. Even going so far as to watch videos of people walking through your favorite city. It’s never filled the void but it did help you feel more at peace. Now you were going back, about two years ago you bought our small apartment so that you could always come back home whenever you wanted, and not having to worry about paying rent every month for a place you barely lived in anymore was definitely a weight off your back. 

You knew that the city would be a big shock for the boys, so you’d prepared them while on the drive you’d started early that morning. Told them everything they should and shouldn’t do. The tips you’d picked up living there. Everything. You knew the boys would never be able to remember everything you said, but you reminded them that you were with them. You weren’t just gonna “poof into the ether.”. Having your own apartment in the city also saved you guys the money on an expensive ass hotel room. Everything in that city required you to give up your firstborn child, but living there so long, you know how to budget around the city. The sun was just starting to lower over the horizon when you’d made it into the state, with over one more hour to get into the city. When you saw the enormous fluorescent lights and the relatively slow traffic, you relaxed and breathed in the smell of home. Which was mostly smog and urine but still. You were home. You’d waken up the boys by turning up the radio to an excruciating level. They both shot up and gave you some serious bitch face when you laughed at their faces. You told them you’d be about 30 minutes away from your destination, and they once again relaxed in their seats. You’d been answering questions for them for about 25 minutes and almost to your surprise. It was only 5:45pm and the sun was just about to disappear behind the sky. You rushed quickly and finally got to that big, beautiful tree. 

Sam was the first out of the car, followed quickly by you and Dean. All of you crossed the street as they pointed to the tree with child-like excitement. It was 5:55. Just five more minutes and the time passed as the boys talked about the huge ornaments. You started counting down from 10. The boys waited for the longest ten seconds of their lives. Other people buzz around you waiting for those lights to glow. As soon as you reached one, The lights on the trees lit up the streets and the Winchester's eyes. They chattered excitedly and Dean scooped you up in a bear hug. Twirling you around a bit and setting you back on your feet again, you giggled as Sam did the same. They couldn’t believe their eyes. And you’d known they would be able to sleep at your apartment for the rest of the night. No no, you’d be walking all over Time Square and anywhere else you could think to take them. 

You couldn’t believe the country boys took so well to the big city. But these were the Winchesters you were talking about. 

They could face anything. 

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Casual

Okay, let's take it back, step by step.

Foolish me thought our rekindled everyday conversations meant something, trouble in paradise, maybe? Otherwise why would you come around to the girl who made you playlists with 13 songs declaring her love, who wrote poems of longing, who associated taylor swift songs with you, who had to take a break from watching you live your life with him, who could barely breathe after seeing your bare skin?

Nevermind that now.

On this road again, I felt the giddiness in your attention, I took your dreams in, tried my best not to think too much about them. In turn you kicked down barriers put up by yourself. Who was I to say no?

Said you wanted me to take you on trips around this Europe of ours. Come now, I'll give you all of Italy. But god, it ate at me. You and me. Me and you. Alone, together, sharing a bed. Friends told me you either loved me again or this was seriously messed up.

I swallowed it all down and told myself I'd allow it once he was gone from the picture. Soon, it had to be soon.

You dreamt of me meeting your mother, bonding, then going and kissing your forehead. I was crazily making plans, looking up budgets for the Amalfi Coast, maybe Cinque Terre.

I saw you in your summer dresses against the yellow stone of old houses smilling at me.

I went momentarily insane. Imagined myself in between your thighs, making up for lost time, making you come to terms, over and over again, with the fact that he had nothing on me.

I painted these barroque paintings of us coming together, then you'd come and slash away at them with conversations about him.

For a few hours, every few days, I was a bottomless pit. You picked up every flaw in him, wrote them down, crumpled down those papers and threw them at me. I ate them all, hungrily. Maybe the faster this went, the quicker you'd realize the foolish one was you, not me.

No.

One word on him and my day self imploded. I cried in between working hours. In the middle of the day, in between shelved books I wept. At home I got in the shower, got clean, stood in front of the mirror and cleansed my skin with my tears. Most likely, the next day, I'd be happy and giddy, basking in the glow of your attention. I could almost touch you. I was just waiting.

I don't know when the hots disappeared and I was simply left with the ache you planted in me.

I just know this.

It's sunday. In 5 days I will be having the best day of my life, alongside my best friend. We are making friendship bracelets. I talk of you and she rolls her eyes and tries to bring me back to earth once more.

She's using you for the affection he refuses to give her, momentarily. It'll pass. She'll disappear again.

I remember swallowing it dry, thinking that 3 and half hour show will fix me. But you text. You talk of going to Seville with me. I don't give you time to expand on the idea.

I feel sick to my stomach, something rotten lies there now, it's been curdling inside me for a while, it seems.

[Direct translation]

Me : The more I think about it, the more I realize we shouldn't travel together. Having to share a room and all that. It makes me uncomfortable.

You : In what way?

Me : Travelling is something intimate, in my opinion. Falling asleep and waking up alongside someone you once had a past with seems like a delicate situation.

You : But you travel with [redacted]. In the same way I travel with my friends.

Me : Sorry, but I've never been in love with [redacted].

Then the silence. Oh, the silence. This thread you weaved so efficiantly now cut loose. You had never been so cruel to me in these 2 years.

Was it because I for once stood my ground? Did it remind you of how cruel you were being by hand feeding me, with no intention of ever loving me? Well, we could never be just friends. Who's really the foolish one here? Me, waiting for an eureka moment from you? Or you, for expecting me to just platonically gaze at you after all?

But now I know those summer months barely meant anything to you. No wonder I could fly you places, meet your mother, have you cook me dinner. But 2 years ago your simple presence set me on fire. But a year ago I realized I could still hardly breathe with you sitting in front of me. And now I can barely contain my love from spilling over the brim, as I look at you and so decidly see the mother of my children. I am drowning.

But now I know. And I hate you for it.

[woodswolf]

Oh!!!! 9, 29, & 38 please!

fic writer ask game

9. Tell us your favorite thing to drink when you write

I'm gonna be real with you anon, I drink diet Mountain Dew like it's water. Something something self medicating for ADHD (NOT THAT IT FUCKING WORKS)

29. Which fic would you most like to have fan art done for?

TITLE DROP TIME: catch/cradle. This is the first entry in one of the "sequel" lines from DLD, but I might end up putting it in both series on AO3 because (1) they're all the same chronology, just with different contexts (let you think over that one for a little while with the riddle), and (2) some of its contents are specifically relevant to the main series between callbacks to DLD and calls forward to... WELL. We'll just leave it at that :)

I had intended to do this title drop in the upcoming spoiler post, but I still have to respond to comments and write chapter 5 and FUCK man I have had no fucking time for anything these past few weeks. Anyway.

There's a lot of really fun stuff that could have fanart in this one. A lot of Images. If the true form of the Pikmin's side of DLD is a wordless graphic novel and the true form of Olimar's side of DLD is a stream-of-consciousness As It Is, the true form of several specific scenes of catch/cradle would be a film, because there are a lot of framing tricks you can pull off in film that don't really work the same way in text mediums.

(Mostly that you can show-don't-tell without specifically "showing" and thereby "telling". There is one specific location where if I could avoid describing it in detail and leaving noticing specific elements as a purely visual thing — or, to put it another way, to leave the POV character on the level of context they would be on and allowing the audience to pick up the very specific references to previous events and how another character has chosen to contextualize them — would be better than having to say "okay so this thing is in the doorway and this thing is on the wall in a central position and this thing is over here and etc. etc." because there is SO much little reasoning behind some of these things and I would want viewers to react to it organically rather than for it to have ANY attention called to it.)

The dev title for this line of sequels would be the brave and sacred earth for a lot of reasons. As I broke it down to my partner in DMs:

"Sacred earth" as in a play on "sacred turf", because I don't intend to touch the primary topic of this sequel line in ANY fashion ANYWHERE else EVER again - it's too wholly holy to be messed with so trivially. There can be any number of stories set in this chronology, and I do in fact have some very low priority ideas that I would probably only get to years down the line if ever, but the way I see it, there's simply no point for me to ever touch this "kind" version of the base concept without treating the events of DLD chapter 4 as part of its canon. I will leave it as an exercise to the reader to determine why — but if you can't quite figure it out now, the tags that I'll be adding to chapter 5 will make it obvious. Probably. Technically this is a me thing because I have BEEF with another story for not handling a similar subject exactly how I would have.

"Brave" as in:

38. Pick three of your fics and share a song to go with each

I have a 3 hour long playlist of DLD series songs. So!

catch/cradle: The Weight of Us by Sanders Bohlke.

The time has come, let us be brave The time has come, let us be brave Shake off all of your shame The time has come, let us be brave The time has come, let us be brave Let us be brave Let us be brave

This just really sums up the emotional arc in a way? Sometimes things are a change for the better, but recognizing that they are better introduces impossible amounts of guilt that these things that are better are not what was before. I could elaborate further, but really that's what it comes down to.

Other contenders: The Trap by Tally Hall, On A Good Day (cover) by Spencer Pugh, Our Love Remains by rei brown

[TITLE REDACTED] (codename: DLDP3): Body to Flame by Lucy Dacus.

Believe me, I'm speaking plainly and painfully Trying to stay elegant, eloquent and delicate to you I see you holding your breath with your arms outstretched Waiting for someone to come rip open your chest

Lamellamar song of ALL TIME. There's an entire scene (not written, just an outline) that I posted in a more artsy Discord server like eight months ago that unfortunately got ignored. But! Holy shit this one is so real you have no idea.

Other contenders: The Calling by The Amazing Devil, Two Ravens by Hawthorn

dogs leading dogs: By My Side by Uzo Aduba and the Godspell ensemble cast.

It's a really hard choice, because I can't even say that there is a single song that encapsulates all of base DLD for me, but By My Side comes really, really close. I can't even pull out specific lyrics because it's just. All of it. Our two dogs are each all three of the follower and the pebble and the betrayed, and it keeps the same tender-yet-tragic tone of everything except chapter 6 (which is kind of its own thing, you'll see when we get there).

Other contenders are mostly songs that are INSANE fits for specific scenes without being Encapsulating, so here we go:

I'm Your Man by Mitski is a second overall pick for "THE DLD song". It's not quite the right tone, or at least not anymore, but it came out right when I was starting the initial drafts of this project so I can't not mention it.

Gravedigger (Acoustic version) by Dave Matthews. This one was actually intentionally referenced in-text but we haven't seen that yet (it's in chapter 5).

New Normal by Jack Stauber is a good summation of where we're going to be left off on one of our timelines.

Wanderer's Lullaby by Adriana Figueroa is one that I've regularly come back to for some of the more emotionally difficult scenes. The last ~300ish words of vi. love (as an absence) were written to it, as were a few portions of the Pikmin parts of chapter 5.

The Woods by San Fermin is more of a general chapter 1 song, but as a result it carries relevance with the entire rest of the fic.

How Did I Die? by Einstürzende Neubauten is also a more general song but it doesn't match as well as I'd like in some ways. It does, however, mirror the structure very nicely — there's a clear change between the "body" and "epilogue" of the song.

Thanks for the ask! :D

[marvelettesassemblenow]

New in Town - Chapter Three

Pairing: Bucky x F Reader

Series Summary: Being new in town isn’t always easy. Being new in a small town is worse and the first thing you heard is to beware of a biker gang. And suddenly you befriend the gang – which isn’t really a gang but a group of friends that are more than welcoming to you. And next to new friends you might also find love.

Chapter Warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual activites and talk about it (not from reader and no smut), scars and insecuriety (Reader got a scar on her tigh for the plot of the story), talks of getting a tattoo, drooling and as always a flirty Bucky

Chapter Wordcount: ~2.9k

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Chapter Three - The Trip

It did take almost two months for you to finally find a weekend where you all could take the trip. The car drive with Wanda was even more fun than you expected. You had a few problems when you started the car that was actually a truck, but Wanda was so calm that you focused and got it going then without trouble. Three tents (a big one for Nat, Wanda and you, one for Steve and Bucky and another one which Clint and Sam would share), drinks, food, blankets and everything you needed was loaded in the back and Lucky was sitting in the backrow. You had the motorcycles in front of you until they sped up and you followed your own route.

Wanda had made a playlist for you and was actually the perfect co-driver. She held out the water bottle for you when she thought you needed to take a sip and fed you snacks and after a while she started to sing along to the songs. You needed to stop after a while to let Lucky out and you also needed a bathroom break.

“We only have about an hour to go. Are you okay with driving the rest or should I take over the wheel?” Wanda asked but you told her you’d be fine to continue driving.

It wasn’t difficult to spot the rest of your friends once you arrived at the parking spot. You were surprised that it was just your group that had gathered and wanted to camp there as the weather was so nice. It was neither too hot nor too cold and although you were so many people you had to walk twice to get everything carried to the spot Steve had already picked out. The girls and you decided to start building your tent first while the guys would pick the rest of the stuff from the truck. Lucky was walking around you happily, sniffing everything and then he looked at Nat. “Lucky, no,” she said suddenly very stern. But the dog only stared her in the eyes before he raised his leg and started peeing – right on one tent that still needed to be build up.

“At least it wasn’t our tent,” Wanda said before she burst out laughing. The guys didn’t share her sense of humor and after arguing for a long time Steve and Bucky finally decided to sleep under the stars, after Clint had pointed out that Lucky kind of belonged not only to him but all of them and he shouldn’t be forced to sleep outside.

As Steve and Bucky didn’t have to build up a tent now the two took the truck to get you something warm to eat. Wanda, Nat and you had fun watching Sam and Clint struggle to get the tent up. Natasha handed a beer to each of you and sat down on her sleeping bag.

“Hey, where is mine?” Clint complained when he heard the noise of the bottles being opened.

“You get yours when you finished. Or else you have to join Steve and Bucky and sleep outside,” Natasha remarked after taking a sip.

“Yeah, help me here,” Sam complained.

“I think on the package stood that it would be build up in 5 minutes. You’ve already taken 20,” you gave your input and patted Lucky.

When Steve and Bucky came back the two of them were still struggling and Steve couldn’t watch it anymore and helped them. After that it took only about four more minutes and the tent was standing a few feet from yours. The pizza was shared along with some stories and jokes.

After Wanda fell asleep on Sam's shoulder and you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore you decided to go to sleep. You wished the guys a good night and walked over to the tent where you changed and everyone snuggled up into their sleeping bag.

The sound of rain on the fabric woke you up. It took a few seconds for you to understand where you were until you remembered Steve and Bucky outside. You opened the zipper of your sleeping bag and then the one on your tent. The two men just started getting up. “Come in,” you whispered and they soon made their way over to you. Your tent was for 4 persons, but now with Wanda and Nat and these two burly men it was a tight fit. Wanda and Nat had also woken up and Nat was fed up after a while. “I’m going to sleep in the other tent.”

With Natasha gone it was a little bit better. Wanda was lying on one side of the tent with Steve next to her, followed by Bucky and you on the other side of the tent. “Somehow this is very soothing. Thank you for taking me with you,” you said when it was clear that none of the others were sleeping again.

“Very soothing when you have a roof over your head,” Steve replied.

“You’re one of us now, how could we leave you behind?” Bucky added and you could have sworn that he had turned to your direction, but it was too dark to really tell. Suddenly the zipper was opened again. “You guys, I can’t believe this but Nat and Clint just started shagging while I was next to them,” Sam let them know outraged. He slipped inside the tent and soon the smell of wet dog filled the air.

“Sam is that you or did you bring Lucky with you? It isn’t like it’s already cramped in here,” Steve asked.

“Come on guys, I couldn’t leave him there. He would be scared for life,” Sam said and laid down on the last available place at the feet of you.

“Did you just say that Nat and Clint are going at it?” Bucky suddenly said.

“Yep, there was no mistaking,” Sam confirmed.

“I walked in on them last week,” you said casually.

“You didn’t tell me?” you heard Wanda from the other side of the tent.

“I thought they would tell you when they were ready,” you shrugged your shoulders although no one could see.

“Well, it took Clint long enough. How many years of pining?” That was Steve asking.

“Yeah, great for him. Now I have to lay at your stinking feet,” Sam grumbled.

Five out of the seven people were grumpy the next day. The shitty coffee didn’t help to lift the spirit and Nat and Clint were still not coming out of the tent. The weather was better again, the rain had stopped and so you decided to go for a swim in the lake.

“Hey,” Sam grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking further. “Bucky seems tough, but uhm, don’t try to stare too hard, okay?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked confused and watched the others who almost reached the shore.

“There are scars on Bucky’s shoulder. Doesn’t look pretty and he wants to cover them up for ages, but Steve is still hesitant. We’re used to it, but you haven’t seen them so just try not to stare too much, okay?”

“Oh, okay,” you replied and walked further while continuing. Although you promised not to stare, you couldn’t help yourself. But it was for a different reason than Sam thought. How were these people so perfect? Was it the water they were drinking? If it's that you would never drink anything else.

You knew the guys were ripped, but you weren’t prepared for what you saw when Steve and Bucky took off their shirts. Wanda was already in her Bikini and when you turned to Sam and saw his trained body you were speechless. “You coming?” Sam asked and walked into the water to join his friends.

“Yeah, just have to wipe the drool from my face first,” you mumbled way too quietly for Sam to hear and started to get rid of your clothes too. The water was surprisingly cold so you decided to dive right in to get over with the shock early.

You were almost leaving the water when Natasha and Clint decided to join you.

“Well look at,” Sam tried to say, but was interrupted by Natasha.

“Not one word,” Natasha threatened.

“Don't be like that, baby,” Clint said and pressed a kiss to her cheek and to everyone’s surprise Natasha let it go.

“What the fuck was that?” Sam asked baffled. The others shrugged and didn’t dare to add a comment.

When you all started to dry off Steve asked if you only wanted to take the bikes to drive to the nearest town. “We packed Natashas extra helmet and Wanda has her own so we could only take the bikes.”

“That sounds good, I won’t say no to a ride.”

“You forgot about Lucky, so we have to take the truck. But I can take it and you can ride with them, I won’t mind.” In the end Sam left his bike and rode with Wanda in the truck while you sat behind Steve on his bike and enjoyed the drive.

“Thanks for the ride,” you beamed at Steve after pulling of the helmet.

“Just say the word and I’ll take you anytime.”

“I’ll take you back and show you what a real ride is, doll,” Bucky's voice startled you and the heavy weight of his arm was suddenly around your shoulders.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you giggled and walked away and linked your arms with Wanda and the two of you walked into the direction of the fair.

“This is all?” you asked once you stepped on the field. In front of you were about 6 booths and one Ferris wheel and a bumpers car stand.

“Ugh a few years back there was way more.” A kid crashed into Wanda and mumbled a sorry before he ran away and the woman had to peel some cotton candy from her shirt.

Clint was banned from the balloon dart game after he won a monkey and a husky – the husky went to Natasha and Wanda got the monkey. “Sorry,” Clint smiled sheepishly at you when he couldn’t play anymore, but you assured him it was more than okay. He promised to buy you something to eat instead and you agreed.

The plan was to split the group but as there weren’t many booths you could always see the others. It didn’t take long for all of you to meet at the booth with the food.

“Okay, what about a round on the Ferris wheel and then we drive to a store and make a nice evening at the camping place?” Steve suggested.

In the end it was Steve who had to ride alone on the Ferris wheel as Sam had partnered up with Wanda and while Steve planned to ride next to you Bucky had already squeezed in with you and you heard Steve complain.

It was a really tight fit and so Bucky put his arm behind you. “Could have said you wanted to put your arm around me,” you teased.

“Could have said you wanted it around you,” his reply came fast and his hand fell on your shoulder.

“Yeah, would have asked Steve as he was supposed to sit next to me.”

“Nah, don’t think you’d have done that,” he said confidently and pulled you a little bit closer when the wind seemed to pick up.

“Guess we’ll never know now.” The ride wasn’t spectacular, the most important thing you saw was a kid on the ground falling and losing his ice cream cone. But you couldn’t complain because sitting next to Bucky with his arm around you was kind of nice.

As soon as you left the ride Bucky’s arm found its way back to you and he steered you towards his bike. “Told you, I’d take you with me.” Sam and Wanda were on grocery duty so you drove back to the camping place without delay. Bucky checked with you if you were okay before he started the speed up.

“Are you seriously competing who can fit more marshmallows in your mouths?” Wanda laughed, but then she too started to stuff some in her mouth.

You gave up just after Steve, next was Nat and then Bucky. Sam spit out his marshmallows next and you had to stop Lucky from eating the remains. Clint managed to stuff one more marshmallow in his mouth than Wanda.

“One question and then I’m going to drop it: Is it just fucking or do I have to buy a suit soon for the wedding?” Sam asked once his mouth wasn’t occupied with marshmallows.

“No, it’s nothing serious,” Nat said at the same time as Clint said “Well maybe not a suit, but its more than that.”

“It is?”

“It isn’t?”

“Yes!”

“No!”

Suddenly Nat and Clint both stood up and walked into different directions. Lucky had stood up too and looked from one direction to another and couldn’t decide whom to follow. “That was awkward,” Bucky said into the quiet night.

“Don’t you want to check on them?” you asked.

“I take Clint, you take Nat,” Wanda decided and had already risen.

“You sure?” You asked but Wanda just nodded and pointed in Nat’s direction. Steve held out two beer which you took and followed Natasha’s path. Once you found her on a bank you held out a bottle which she took. Quietly you sat next to her.

“Picked the last straw, huh. Who's after Clint?” she broke the silence.

“Wanda.”

“Makes sense.” It was quiet after that. “You know that we grew up together. Clint, Bucky, Steve and I were always together. I didn’t really have girlfriends so I was always seen as one of the guys. And guys talk about girls especially in their teens. And nobody minded that I was with them, I heard how they talked and they didn’t seem to notice that I was also a girl. And so I watched them taking out girl after girl and well... nobody asked me. I didn’t know if they did it because nobody saw me that way or because these idiots were overprotective. Once I could drive, I left town and dated there – where no one knew who I was or how I grew up. And only after that Clint started to notice me, but I didn’t want to start anything just because he now realized that I was a woman. I turned him down – time after time. We were the best of friends, we work together, we see each other each day and now I fucked up. I literally fucked up,” Nat sighed.

“Do you want it to be more?” you asked simply.

It was quiet for a while until Nat breathed out a confirmation. “But what if it doesn’t work out? They are my family, I can’t lose them.”

“I’m really sorry to say that, but it’s too late to change a thing now. I think you should talk to Clint, talk about what both of you want. You might be surprised. And I’ll talk to the boys. No one will say anything again until you bring up the topic again, okay?”

“You’re a good friend,” Nat smiled at you and you smiled back.

“I’m going to send lover boy over,” you hugged her sideways and walked back into the direction of the tents. It seemed as Clint was already waiting for you. “Go,” you said to him and he was up so fast and walking you weren’t surprised if a cloud of dust was gathered around him.

“How well do you know each other?” you asked impressed. “I promised Nat we won’t mention anything of that again until they decided that is a topic we need to discuss.”

“Okay for me. Although I’m not sorry I mentioned it, they needed to talk about it,” Sam said and you could have sworn you saw a smirk on his face.

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a second?” Steve shared a confused look with Bucky but got up never the less and followed you a few steps until you were out of the hearing range of the others.

“I heard that Bucky wants to cover up his scars and that you won’t do it. And I also saw how much it pains him, just last week when a woman tried to hit on him and touched his shoulder...”

Steve interrupted you. “I would do it in a heartbeat if I knew what I would do. But scar tissue is different from normal skin and I know how much it pains him, believe me. I’m just not sure that I’m doing a good enough job for something that’s so important to him.” Steve’s hand drove through his hair and made it messy.

“Would it help if you could try on someone else first?” He looked at you to continue. “Oh, come on, I’m sure you saw my scar on my thigh. It’s been a part of me for such a long time and I’m sure you can make something beautiful on it. And if it isn’t perfect,” you shrugged.

“Why?"

“Because it is important to Bucky,” you said.

“And he is important to you?” Steve probed.

“You all are. You kind of adopted me,” you shrugged. “But yeah, he is.” And I saw all the love you share and I kind of want that relationship, you thought.

“Okay, well then let's go back and we can discuss anything further at home. Think about it and I can tell you about the motive that’s been in my head.” The both of you walked back and Steve left the seat he had occupied before your talk so you could sit next to Bucky.

“Everything okay?” he asked quietly and you nodded.

Next Chapter

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Has anyone asked for song #1 yet? I'm very curious which song you're listening to most.

I really enjoy your writing in combination with the song prompts! Thank you for sharing it with the world!

Hello darling! Thank you for this ask. As a matter of fact, no one has requested 1!

My number 1 song is the explicit version of "Potential Breakup Song" by Aly and AJ.

I know, I thought it would be a Taylor Swift song, too! I will say, this playlist was from Apple Music and I recently started using Spotify more so idk if this is still accurate for my current No. 1 song, but it's still a bop.

This is a bit of a challenge, but I figure if I can write a fic based on "Yeah!" by Usher, I can give this a try. This fic will be *mostly* funny and fluffy but there's some angst with a happy ending.

5 Times Draco Almost Broke Up With Harry

1.

"Tell me something," Draco said shyly, tracing patterns into Harry's bare arm. Sunlight streamed into the living room, dust motes dancing in the rays.

"What do you mean?"

"Something I don't already know about you."

"Like what?"

Draco's expression turned exasperated. "I don't know, Harry, that's rather the point."

"Right...er, okay, here's something you don't know about me. I don't like whipped cream."

Draco looked at him, startled. "You don't?"

"Er, no. I also don't like marshmallows or--"

"What?"

"Or avocado, or eggs."

Draco sputtered. "What is wrong with you?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Merlin, here we go."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Every time I tell people the foods I don't like, they get all indignant and huffy," Harry waved a hand. "It's so weird. Like I've offended them by disliking meringue."

"You don't like meringue?! That's it, I'm breaking up with you."

Harry groaned. "I regret this. I regret everything. Just--forget it."

Draco sighed. "No, no I'm sorry. In my exaggerated teasing, I see how I might've struck a nerve."

"It's fine--I'm just tired of people taking my food preferences as a personal insult."

"I take everything you do as a personal insult."

Harry just chuckled. "That you do, Draco, that you do."

2.

"POTTER!!"

"WHAT?"

"GET IN HERE!"

"WHERE'S 'HERE'?"

"TAKE A WILD GUESS, AUROR POTTER!"

....

"Ah, good to see that your tracking skills aren't too hopeless. Now, care to tell me what's wrong with this picture?"

"Er...you're angry?"

"Yes, I am angry--and the reason for that is obvious if you merely look around the room and see if you can identify what might be bothering me."

"You get really formal when you're upset."

"Potter--"

"And you call me Potter."

"If only you would use your powers of observation for discovering the cause and not the symptoms of my frustration, this conversation would be over."

...

"Is it my socks?"

"Your socks, your pants, your shirt, your trousers--all in a heap in the closet."

"So? I haven't done laundry in a while."

"Potter, you do realize there are laundry spells, don't you? So that dirty clothes don't stink up one's closet?"

"...No?"

Sigh. "Alright, I suppose I won't move out this time."

"Oh, what a relief."

"Was that sarcasm?"

"Never. Especially not toward you, baby."

"I should hope not. Now, c'mere and let me teach you the spell."

3.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this." Draco shook his head mournfully, bits of snow falling from the top of his warm hat. "I trusted you."

Harry scoffed. His breath fogged in the air. "I told you this was happening today. It's not my fault you weren't listening."

"Asking me post-coital if I'd like to attend the Weasley Family Brunch is Slytherin-level manipulation."

"Did I ever tell you the Sorting Hat almost put me in Slytherin?"

"What?" Draco stopped walking, turning to Harry in shock.

"Yeah. Told me I'd do well. But you'd been such an arse to Ron that I begged it to sort me anywhere else."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course. Honestly, I did you a favor. You were practically made for Gryffindor."

"Who knows? Maybe we'd have been friends back then."

Draco glared and Harry snickered.

"You know, Potter, between your little jokes and this stunt you pulled, I'm one insult away from Apparating on the spot and leaving you here."

Harry smiled fondly. Taking Draco's hand, he led them toward the Burrow, its warm light a welcome destination in the icy weather.

"Nah, you won't, you know why?"

"Why?"

Harry smirked. "Because then we won't get to be post-coital together."

Draco scowled. Harry laughed.

4.

"Don't say a word."

"Can I just--"

"Harry."

"But I--"

"Potter. Shut up.

...

"Draco I'm sorry--"

"Harry, what is the one thing I asked you to do when you became an Auror?"

"...Don't be stupid."

"Yes. I asked you not to do anything stupid. I asked you not to impulsively put yourself in harm's way."

"Draco it's my job to protect my partner, and--"

"You don't think I understand that? Of course I do! I can't fault you for being a loyal partner, Harry, but running into a hostage situation without calling for backup is the absolute dumbest thing you could've done! You nearly died!"

"But I didn't! And the case is over now."

"You were in St. Mungos for nearly a week! Do you know how agonizing it was to see you like that? Do you--" Draco's voice cracked and he cut himself off, turning away from Harry.

Harry's heart clenched. He walked up to Draco and wrapped strong arms around him from behind, expecting to be pushed away. Instead, Draco leaned into the touch.

"I know your job has its risks, Harry, but the least you can do is not create them for yourself. You said the Sorting Hat nearly put you in Slytherin; some self-preservation would be good for you."

Harry sighed, nuzzling Draco's neck. "Okay. I'll try."

Draco turned in his arms, looking at Harry with wet eyes. "Good. The last thing I want to do is break up with you, but I couldn't handle it if I lost you any other way, I--" The tears spilled at that. Draco's face flushed in embarrassment, in anguish.

Harry's chest constricted. He pulled Draco close to himself and stroked his hair, letting the other man cry his fears into his shirt.

"I won't let it happen, Draco. I promise."

Draco nodded, his cheek brushing Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled. They'd be okay.

5.

Draco was going to kill Harry.

He was going to break up with him, and then kill him, and then revive him just to break up with him once more.

He cast a Tempus. 8:20.

Over an hour. Over an hour he'd been waiting for Harry to return home. He was beginning to get hot in his tailored suit, despite the cooling charms.

He hadn't heard anything. No Owl, no Floo, no nothing. Either Harry had no respect for decorum or...

Nope. Draco couldn't go there, wouldn't. Harry promised and he always kept his promises.

Suddenly, the Floo roared to life, making Draco jump. Harry stumbled through with a panicked expression on his face, dusting the Floo powder from his formal robes.

"Draco! Merlin, I'm so sorry, I thought I had time and then everything got all screwed up and I got here as fast as I could."

Draco sighed. "It's fine, Harry, let's just order takeaway."

"Why?"

"Well, we missed our reservation. Cerise won't wait for more than thirty minutes."

Harry pursed his lips. "What if I had something else in mind?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

With a smirk, Harry tossed him a hairbrush, which Draco caught with Seeker instinct.

"Harry wh--" His eyes widened as he felt the pull of a portkey, the sound of Harry's amused laughter echoing behind him.

He landed with a thud on a balcony. After a crack, Harry appeared next to him, gasping to catch his breath for a moment.

"Potter, what the fuck?"

Harry chuckled. "Surprise! Look around, Draco."

Draco's breath caught as he finally took in his surroundings. They were standing on a balcony in Paris, confirmed by the sight of La Tour Eiffel in the distance. The lights of the city twinkled like stars below them. On the balcony were two chairs and a small table with hot food under a stasis charm. A bottle of wine and two glasses sat ready for them. Draco checked the label and confirmed with a gasp that it was a 1989 Chateau Lafleur.

"Harry, I--" Draco turned around but was startled into silence at the sight of Harry on his knee, a hopeful smile on his face and a small black box in his hand.

Draco's eyes went wide. "What?" He breathed.

Harry bit his lip. "Draco, I'm sorry I don't like whipped cream. I'm sorry I forget to do laundry, and that I dragged you to Sunday dinner. I'm sorry that I worry you sometimes because my job is dangerous. I'm sorry I run late to our dates sometimes.

But I promise to give you the avocado from my sandwich. I promise to try to remember the spells you taught me, and to use my manipulative powers for good and not evil. I promise I'll use better judgment in the field. And I promise I'll try to be on time for our dates.

And I promise to do all of this for as long as I can, as long as you let me. And if you do--if you promise to love me for the rest of our lives--I promise to do the same. Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

Draco let out a delighted, euphoric laugh. "Yes, yes of course I'll marry you!"

Harry grinned and rose from his knee to pull Draco into a nearly bruising kiss. When they pulled apart, they pressed their foreheads together and looked as Harry slid the ring, a simple silver band with tiny emeralds, onto Draco's finger.

As they ate dinner, looking out over the city, Harry gave him a cheeky grin. "So, tell me, how'd I do?"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "With tonight? The proposal?"

"Yeah, what'd you think? I hope it made up for me being late. I'm sure you were about ten minutes from breaking up with me," Harry said with a chuckle.

Draco shook his head and smirked. "No, Harry," he raised the glass of wine to his lips. "I'd never do that."

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[juletheghoul]

Oblivius Chapter 5

I have so many feelings about these two, Spills & Francis may be two idiot babies but they're my idiot babies and I LOVE them. Lots of yearning in this chapter, and maybe a different side to Claudia.👀

Likes & reblogs are appreciated

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Angst, yearning, 18+ language, mentions of alcohol / being drunk (Please let me know if I forget anything)

Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 4 Part 6 Playlist

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Age 18:

His truck was full.

He was driving, you were shotgun - like always - and there were three more friends in the back. The trunk held boogie boards and towels, sunscreen and a cooler full of food and drinks.

You got there early enough that you found a good spot and within half an hour you were completely set up. There were three big beach blankets spread out with two big umbrellas to hide under when the sun got too hot.

“Spills, can you get my back?” He was handing you the sunscreen as he pulled his shirt up.

You were momentarily taken aback, you’d known him for so long, this wasn’t your first beach trip but he looked… good.

You spent a little longer than you should have making sure every inch of the golden skin of his back and shoulders was covered in sunscreen. Making sure to dip your hands just under the band of his swim trunks. When he turned he had a big smile and you had to ignore the way your stomach flipped.

Get a grip, it’s just Francis.

You couldn’t get a grip though, not with the way butterflies swarmed in your stomach whenever you paid attention to him. His hair was growing out a bit, curling slightly at the edges. You’d never thought about him this way and you had to keep reminding yourself to look away.

Later on in the day when you were in the water you played the same games you’d played since you were kids and when you jumped on his back he didn’t push you away; his skin warm from the sun. Instead he let you wrap your legs around him and everything felt right.

“You okay back there?” He laughed as he held onto the back of your knees.

“Peachy.” You smiled as you held on.

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**Present Day**

“Hola Mijo, you better go in there and calm her down.” His mom greeted him at the door when he walked in, her eyebrows raised at him.

“Hola mami, what happened?” He kissed her on the cheek like he always did before making his way further into the house. She couldn’t say - just that Claudia was upset. He was walking towards her, but his mind was still back with Spills. He could still smell her hair as he made his way into the den.

It’s the same shampoo, she still uses the same shampoo. Focus Francisco.

Claudia was almost shouting into her cellphone.

“Well I need it here sooner than that. My wedding is in three weeks and I need everything to be perfect - so I don’t give a shit what you have to do to get my dress here in time but you better find a way to do it!” She was looking daggers at him and he let her finish the phone call before he spoke.

“What’s going on babe?” He put his hands on her arms and started trying to calm her but she shrugged out of his grasp.

“What’s wrong Francisco, is that I told you this would be difficult.” She wasn’t yelling but her tone was icy. “How am I supposed to get married without a wedding dress. Would have been fine if we were back home.”

Not this again.

“Claudia, I told you when we got engaged that I wanted to get married here and you agreed. I explained to you very clearly that I’ve been away from my home, my life, my family - my friends for years and I wanted to get married here. Now tell me what the problem is.” He wanted his feelings to be clear. He loved Claudia, he really did. She was sweet and beautiful and she treated him well. She could be a little spoiled though and if he didn’t put his foot down now, he’d never have a choice about anything ever again.

He would not live his life that way.

“Yes I know I agreed, and for the most part I’m okay with it. I know your whole life is here, but it would have been so easy to get married there.” She pouted and it didn’t invoke the feeling it should have. It didn’t spur him to try to please her, it annoyed him.

He momentarily thought about when Spills pouted up at him, it never annoyed him. He pushed the thought away.

“Maybe, but we’re not getting married there. We’re getting married here, now what can we do? Let's look for a solution.” He softened up at her a little bit, after all he wanted her to be happy.

She sighed loudly and put her arms around his neck, her voice got a little higher as she tried to appeal to him.

“Frankie, baby- I just want everything to be perfect.”

That doesn’t work on me.

“Let’s just try to have everything go smoothly. It’ll be our day regardless, right?” He put his hands on her waist to bring her close, trying to get her out of her head.

“How long do we have to stay here Francisco?” She leaned back to look up into his face and he sighed.

“We have to talk about that, after the wedding we’re going back to stay with your family for a little while but then we have to talk about where we’re going to live.” He held her, but she pulled away.

“I don’t want to live here after Francisco. I appreciate that you grew up here and everything and we can visit but I do not want to live here.” She crossed her arms petulantly, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. They’d spoken about this before and she had agreed to give it an honest try, but they’d been in town less than a week and already she was telling him she hated it.

“You can’t know that in three days babe.” He sat on the couch.

When they agreed to get married - he’d been scared of this, he’d been scared that she’d do this. He knew she loved him, and he loved her - as much as he could - but the look on her face when he’d put his foot down about spending this time at home should have told him everything.

She didn’t say anything, she sat with him and reluctantly agreed.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I just miss home. I’ll give it another shot.” She sounded genuine and he wanted to believe that. “How was your night with Spills? Is she feeling better?” She smiled at him, putting her hand on his thigh and he placed his over hers. A silent truce.

“She’s doing much better, we ate dinner and watched a movie.” He held her hand as he spoke and she smiled at him.

“I’m glad to hear that - hopefully she doesn’t get that drunk at the wedding.” She laughed lightly.

He knew she didn’t mean it in a nasty way, but he bristled at her words.

“She was just nervous about meeting all of you, and even if she did it would be fine. Everyone gets drunk at weddings.” He tried not to sound defensive but she raised her eyebrows at him. “I just don’t want you to think that she’s a mess. She’s like a-” He couldn’t say sister, he’s never thought of her as a sister. She was so much more. “She’s just really important to me.”

“I know babe. I didn’t mean it like that, she seems sweet.” She smiled at him. She was still trying to get back in his good graces, taking his defensiveness as residual anger. Thankfully.

“We should plan something for all of us to do together. It could give us more time to bond.” He thought about it momentarily then agreed, he knew exactly what to plan.

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There was something playing on the TV, you caught vague flashes - people talking but you weren’t taking anything in. Your sweatshirt smelled like Frankie and all you wanted was to cuddle up to him. He had been so sturdy beside you, so strong and comfortable.

What the fuck is a wedding emergency?

The mature - adult part of your brain said she was a nice person and if Frankie was with her it was for a reason. Obviously he was happy with her or he wouldn’t be marrying her. Frankie had never been the kind of person to settle.

The other part of your brain, the jealous possessive part told you she was a bitch. She was ruining the life you’d planned out with Frankie. If he’d never met her you’d be together now, laughing and planning the rest of your lives together. He’d be in your bed, or you’d be in his.

[Francis]: Hey Spills, we’re planning a get together for the wedding party - day after tomorrow - beach day. I’ll be there to pick you up at 7am.

It was like the universe was testing you. How many memories could he taint with Claudia?

[you]: sounds good, Claudia, you, me and who else in rustbucket?

[Francis]: Just you and I, and don’t call her that. Claudia’s family is coming so she’s going to ride to the beach with them. I’ll grab coffee on the way. =)

[you]: Hope you have a new tape in there, if I have to listen to queen I’ll jump out of the car

[Francis]: lol a ride is a ride Spills, see you then

[Francis]: was really nice hanging out with you today btw, goodnight

[you]: I had a great time with you - like always, thanks again for all the food, goodnight Francis!

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It was easy to ignore everything when you were getting work done, you had taken off a few days when you knew Francis would be home and you were taking advantage of it. The day before your beach trip was used to do all those little tasks you tended to put off.

Your laundry was done, the kitchen was clean, even the fridge had gotten a bit of elbow grease. Everything was ready and packed for the trip.

You tried not to think about the ride to the beach with Francis, you tried not to think back to your previous trips to the beach with him. Those memories were so precious and thinking about how your next memory would be with him, and his new in-laws was tearing you up inside.

Please let this go well, please don’t let me make a fool of myself.

You hoped someone was listening.

The anxiety didn’t let you sleep and you watched the clock crawl closer to morning; it seemed pointless to lay there.

Might as well get ready.

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He wasn’t nervous, but he wasn’t excited.

He made his way over to her house, stopping to grab coffee on the way. He thought about his conversation with Claudia, about the possibility of leaving this place. He really didn’t want to. He wanted to be close to his mom, he wanted to be close to his friends and his home.

I want to be close to Spills, I want to see her everyday.

He scolded himself, he was going to marry someone else. He kept trying to remind himself, but when he saw her walking towards his car it all went out the window.

God Spills, you’re killing me.

She put her beach bag and a small cooler in the backseat and got into his truck with a big smile, pushing all other thoughts out of his mind. He handed her the coffee he bought and she took it gratefully, brushing against his fingers, even now - she affected him so much.

Snap out of it Francisco, you aren’t a teenager anymore. This is your friend.

“Hazelnut?” She asked as she smelled the steam floating around her pretty face.

“Of course.” He pulled away from her place, making his way towards the highway. It would be an hour or so until they got to the beach.

“Open up.” The buttery bagel half she put into his mouth as he drove tasted better than he remembered.

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The drive was over much too soon.

If only it had lasted all day - catching him up on all the gossip he’d missed out on while away. Watching his excitement when he talked about flying, you could have listened to him talk forever.

“Finally!” Cheers rang out when the two of you arrived. The boys had set up a bunch of blankets and umbrellas and you suddenly remembered the state you’d been in the last time they saw you and you felt the blush creeping up.

Benny smiled big when he saw you, tapping the place beside him after you’d all said your hellos. You had no reason to deny him so you sat, setting up all your stuff within the space he made for you.

Blessedly, Claudia hadn’t arrived yet and you cherished this time without her, maybe it was mean - maybe it was selfish but you couldn't help it.

“Hey - Thanks for the other night, for getting me home and making sure I was okay.” Pope set up his stuff on the other side of you.

“No problem, glad to see you feeling better.” He was talking to you but you noticed him give Benny a curious look. Benny ignored it. You watched as Will and Frankie set up a volleyball net, you studied both men and there was no denying that Will was gorgeous; but your eyes were drawn to Frankie. You couldn’t help it, your eyes raked over him greedily.

He was so broad, stronger than he had been in his teen years and his belly had gotten a little softer with age but it suited him. He was gorgeous, he had always been gorgeous. He felt your eyes on him then and he smiled at you, walking over to you with the sunscreen in his hands like he always did. His smile faltered slightly when his gaze landed behind your place in the sand.

“Hey babe, how was the drive?” Claudia and her family had arrived and they were setting up just behind you.

Do you have some sort of alarm? How are you always ruining every single goddamn moment?

“It was hectic! Left a little later than I meant to but we survived.” She was breathless as she came to greet him. You busied yourself with something, anything in your bag to avoid watching them kiss. When you looked back she was squeezing sunscreen onto his back, rubbing the lotion much the same way you used to whenever you’d come to the beach together.

He didn’t meet your eyes when she did it, and you were thankful. You didn’t think you could handle seeing him enjoying her touch so much. Instead you focused on the people around you. You focused on Benny and Will and Pope, trying your best to ingratiate yourself to them. Hopefully erase the memory of you as a belligerent mess.

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As the day went on you found that you liked these guys, not just as an extension of Francis - but because they were fun. They made you laugh, they spoke to you like they’d known you your whole life. They almost distracted you enough. You also noticed that Claudia was only here to lounge in the sun. She had absolutely no interest in getting in the water, no matter how many times she was asked by Frankie to join him.

He played it off like it didn’t bother him but you knew it did, and that in turn hurt you but your heart leapt when he turned to you.

“Spills, wanna come in the water with me?” He smiled and held out his hand and you gladly accepted. Following him in like you always had.

“Not much of a swimmer?” You couldn’t help but ask when the two of you were in the water.

“Not really, it’s a shame - the water's perfect today.” He floated, making sure to splash you and you waited until he was perfectly relaxed to splash him back. “God I love it here.” he spoke as he floated closer and closer.

“Me too. I want to live near the ocean one day.” You spoke absentmindedly, trying to feel for little shells or rocks as you walked further and further from the shore. He followed you.

You felt him splashing you from behind and you tackled him. The two of you turned into children in the water and it ended with you wrapped around his back like always. His hands on the back of your knees as you held on. You both watched the shore in silence, everyone too focused on whatever they were doing to notice your closeness and you were thankful for it. It made you hold on tighter, trying to get closer and he wrapped your legs around his tummy.

Maybe it was inappropriate, maybe if Claudia had been watching she would have had some words for him, or you, or both of you - but it didn’t stop you.

“Let’s just stay out here Spills. Let’s stay in the water forever.” He stroked the skin of your shins under the water and it was so hard not to cry right then and there. “Just you and me, living in the water.” He laughed but it came out sad.

“I’m game.” You rested your chin on his shoulder briefly and he bumped your head with his. This one little moment made the whole day worth it, and when he pulled away as you knew he would, your heart broke just a little bit more.

You were both wrong in your assumptions however. The moment you had thought was private, that you thought you’d stolen without anyone knowing had been seen and catalogued by someone on the shore. Pope had seen the whole thing, and he had some words for Francis.

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[bbyboybrock--archived]

Hide and Seek (Colby Brock Imagine)

Summary: *REQUEST* omg what about Colby helping the reader hide in a laundry basket during hide and seek and she wins 😳✨

Written: 2020

Word Count: 1,611

Warnings: mention of death, minor fluff, swearing

Masterlist

I’m laying flat on my back eating the pizza we ordered. I feel my head being lifted and placed in someone’s lap. I shift my eyes up and meet Colby’s eyes. I furrow my eyebrows and glare at him. He really has the audacity to interrupt me during pizza time.

“Don’t get mad at me. If you choke on death while eating pizza, I’m not saving your dumbass. I keep telling you to not eat laying down, Y/N.” Colby says kissing my forehead.

“If I die eating pizza, at least I’ll die doing something I love,” I shout before shoving another bite of pizza in my mouth.

“I’m something you love, why not go out doing me?” Colby asks smirking.

“For the love of God and all things holy, please get a room. This Air BnB is full of them.” Corey screams from the couch.

Everyone got together for the week and chipped in on an Air BnB. We each chose days and what videos we would film for everyone’s channel. Even Mike is here, which I thought would be more awkward than it is because Xepher and Griffin are here too. Corey and Devyn are here too, but that is less awkward than it is with that trio. The fact that we were able to get the whole family together is amazing.

We’ve gotten together for some group videos, but because the pandemic was happening at the time so we tried to keep it to less than ten people. But now that all of that is over, we figured we would surprise our fans with a slew of group videos. They don’t even know that we’re here. We all planned by taking photos and videos before we left so we can post on our stories and everyone will think we’re at home, not hanging out together. 2020 was stressful, 2021 is going to be better for all of us, so we’re getting our fans in the right mindset.

“Everyone almost done? It’s dark enough now so we can get ready to film my videos.” Sam says as he starts to grab the empty pizza boxes. Kat helps him by grabbing the empty bottles.

I shove the rest of my pizza in my mouth and shoot up. Colby stares at me in disbelief and shoves my drink in my mouth.

“My God, woman, people are going to start thinking I starve you at home. I’m not joking about letting you choke. Eat like a normal person, please.” I manage to swallow what I had left in my mouth and smile.

“I’m sorry babe, you know how much I love pizza. I’ll be much more careful this week, I promise.” I kiss Colby’s cheek and go help everyone clean up.

Everyone is lined up for Sam’s videos. Of course, we’re playing hide and seek AND playing the mafia game. I have yet to win either game, but I am dead set on winning hide and seek. I found the perfect hiding spot earlier when we were filming Kevin’s video earlier. I’m so excited, Colby is holding my hand to try to get me to stop bouncing off the walls. It’s not working. I think this has something to do with the five cups of coke that I drank earlier. That’s a lot of caffeine. I hope I can stay still in my hiding spot.

“Okay everyone, you guys have 15 minutes once I close the door to find a hiding spot. Remember, you can only move once.” Sam explains before leaving us alone.

I pull Colby’s hand and drag him upstairs. When we get to the room that Colby and I chose to stay in, I let go of his hand and take off my jacket.

“I like the idea, but we don’t have enough time.” Colby jokes.

“No— I need your help. Empty the hamper.” I say quickly as I open the cabinet door and showing him the built-in hamper. It was already full when we got here, and it’s bolted to the wall. Sam can’t pick it up and hopefully, he won’t move the clothes. It’s the perfect spot.

“First of all, that’s disgusting, those are other people’s clothes and we don’t know how long it’s been here. Second, you’re going to suffocate. You really do have a death wish tonight, don’t you?” Colby turns on the lights so I can see him

“Do you really want to talk about death wishes, Mr. X.P.L.R. in dangerous places every day? Besides, I thought of all that. Just help me. I want to win this time. Pretty please?” I pull out all the clothes and give Colby the old puppy dog eyes.

“Fine, but you’re going to owe me big time. And I’m going to text you every few minutes so you don’t die.” I jump up and run back into the room. I position my shoes so it looks like I’m hiding under the bed. I grab the tape and a towel before running back to Colby. I empty the contents of my jacket pocket into the hamper.

I turn to Colby so he can help me climb in. He scoops me up and places me gently in the basket.

“Hand me the towel, please. It’s my only buffer with the dirty clothes.” I explain, pointing to the towel.

“That’s a great idea babe, but how are you going to breathe? Or not pass out from the heat?” Colby asks as he starts to cover me with the towel.

“Don’t worry, this is why I’ve been stealing straws all night and took off my jacket. Before you ask, I stole some water and snacks so I should be good for an hour or two. Make sure you cover me well and close the doors.”

“I hope my next girlfriend isn’t a crazy dumbass,” Colby mutters as he places the dirty laundry on me.

“You’re next what now?” I move the towel and sit straight up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wait at least a year after you’re gone. I’ll mourn you every day. I’ll name my next dog after you.” Colby is smirking, trying not to laugh.

“Okay, after tonight, we’re having a serious talk about your fascination with my death. Also, you name a dog after me, I’m haunting your ass when I actually do die. Now hurry up, time is almost out and you still have to h—” Colby throws the towel back over my head and dumps a whole bunch of clothes on me.

“I’m kidding and I love you!” Colby yells before shoving more clothes on me.

A few minutes later I feel Colby stop putting clothes on top of me. I look at my phone and see that Colby has about 5 minutes left to find a hiding place. I slide down and comfortably position myself. It’s already getting hot in here, maybe Colby was right. Like I would ever tell him that. His head is already big enough, I don’t need to fuel his ego anymore. I pull out my AirPods and turn on my favorite playlist to keep me occupied for however long I’m going to be in there. I get a text from Colby saying that he found a spot and asking me how I was. I reply to Colby and film my perspective of where I am for Sam’s video before closing my phone to save battery. This is going to be a long night, I can already tell.

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“Y/N, wake up, this isn’t funny anymore.” Someone, I think Colby, yells as they shake me.

I rub my eyes and yawn before opening one eye. Sam and Colby stand over me, shining a light in my face.

“Did I win?” I ask sitting up and stretching.

“Oh my God! You little shit…” Colby falls back on the floor and mutters a slew of swear words to himself.

“Yeah, Y/N you won. And gave all of us heart attacks in the meantime.” Sam explains helping me out. Aryia, who was probably holding the camera, also helps me out.

Colby is standing up now and helping me get my stuff out of the bottom of the hamper. I notice the camera on the camera and do a cute pose in front of it. I’m not sure if I passed out from the heat or fell asleep because I was tired. Either way, I’m super sweaty now and I have never loved being out in the open more than I do now.

Sam and Ariya start to head downstairs, and I start to follow them until I feel Colby pull me back. I twirl around to face him. His eyes have a twinkle to them and the corner of his mouth are creeping towards his eyes. He has those crinkles that I love, the type he only gets when he smiles. He doesn’t do it much anymore, at least, not when we’re working. I see them a lot when we’re together, he hates them but I love them. It means he’s truly happy and it makes my heart full.

“What? Sam has to end his video.” I push Colby’s hair out of his eyes.

“Just wait a second. I know I joked a lot about you dying tonight, but when you stopped responding to my text and when I found you asleep in the bottom of the basket— No more stupid ideas for a while.” Colby kisses my forehead and strokes my hair.

“Fine, but you know that Jake and I are going to eventually cause chaos on this trip.” I kiss Colby’s cheek before going to join everyone downstairs.

[running-in-the-dark]

my nephew's confirmation was yesterday, and it was actually a pretty fun day. absolutely exhausting though - which is why I just woke up after sleeping for 14 hours.

some things that happened:

I was inside a restaurant for the first time in over two years and it was really weird and I didn't like it (and of course someone made a stupid comment when my husband and I were still wearing our masks when we sat down... like just fucking mind your own business maybe?)

the same guy who made that comment said this about a 15 year old girl: "she looked nice but her outfit was too sexy for a 15 year old" what the fuck dude you're in your 50s, the girl's (completely normal) clothes are not the problem, your fucked up thoughts are.

my mother said a lot of weird shit that wasn't true (about my childhood mostly. like she really proudly listed movies she'd seen with me in the cinema and none of it was true. also every time she did see a movie with me she'd just keep telling me how terrible it was. like she still talks about how much she hated watching Corpse Bride with me as if that's really fucking funny - that was at least 15 years ago, it was my favourite movie at the time and I was so excited to watch it with her, but she wouldn't shut up about how awful every single thing about it was. I haven't been able to watch it again since then.)

also - watching movies with your kids isn't some special accomplishment, it's just a normal thing that you do. and even if it was - I've seen at least 5 times as many movies with my nephew as she ever did with me, and I've never said any of them were fucking awful.

my niece was incredibly excited all day, she kept running around and dancing, it was very adorable - and my mother said that I never would have done that, as if it's funny that I was such a boring quiet child, when in reality I stopped doing anything like that at like 5 or 6 because she wouldn't stop making fun of me or yelling at me. lots of stories about my brother being exactly like my niece when he was little, and me just being quiet... like dude that's literally your fault but okay

every time my mother left the room everyone relaxed, and when she came back everyone seemed tense, and everything had to be about her at all times or she'd get angry and aggressive.

she also went on a long rant about how boring Toto is because she can't not tell me how terrible all the things that I love are - and in the end it turned out that she literally only knew Africa and none of their other songs.

[we had music on in the background and she kept saying 'oh I like that one, who's it from?' and they were all Toto songs. in the end she admitted she only knew that one song but still insisted her opinion was correct. and I know it doesn't matter at all but it still really fucking sucks that every time my brother chose a song she was all nice about it and told him how good it is and how she likes that band too, and with me it was all negative, but only when she knew I picked the song (it's hard to explain, but she only said bad things when she saw me pick a song. when they came up in a playlist she liked them, when I chose them she didn't. some of them were even the same songs, she just didn't notice.)]

[and like. my brother chose a Volbeat song. she fucking loved it. I loved them for years when I was a teenager, and she never had a single nice thing to say about them. but as soon as my brother started liking them a few years later, she thought they were great. what?? her taste in music hasn't changed in at least 30 years so it's definitely not that. or when I chose a song that she liked and she was like "??? how do you know that band?!" as if the idea that I could have even heard of a band she liked is just insane. I'm an adult and this really should not matter to me but it just. does.]

I think the exhausting part was just my mother, now that I'm thinking about it. everything else was fine - fun, even.

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 2: Hey Flip Flops

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6:30 a.m.

"Mira, Miraya, wake up!" I sigh as my body is awakened by the sound of my alarm clock and Jiah's voice.

"It's time already?" I whine, stretching my body for what seems like an hour. I can barely make out Jiah's words as they're interrupted by her yawns, but I'm pretty sure she said something about breakfast.

We quickly get ready. Check each other out for the 50th time, making sure we both look to die for because that's what boss ladies do, before finally heading out. It rained the night before so the air is extra crisp, which I love. Would rather have this than the 10-month winter season I had to endure back home.

Jiah was right, the knee-high boots definitely pulled the whole look together, we both look like two French girls. Talking about fashion, people in Korea (especially girls) know how to dress well. Everything, and I mean everything, from their hair down to their nails is polished and well put together. Mindblowing, as back home I could be seen wearing the same Harvard sweater for 5 consecutive days, with absolutely no shame or will to change. So, the fact that these boots are now in my possession should in itself cause a commotion, but for now, I'll settle for Jiah's reassurance and cute compliments.

Unfortunately, though, our little date had to pause as it was time to depart to our respective faculty buildings. See, Jiah is a Business major with a minor in accounting, aka money is basically going to follow her 24/7. While I'm majoring in Nursing, by choice mind you! I was going to go into Dietetics before realising that my eating habits are questionable at best, so I spared humanity with this one (you're welcome). But now, if you see me in your local hospital in my cute scrubs just know that I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing so please, just mind your business.

Anywho, we said our goodbyes and wished each other luck. Fast forward to about five minutes, and there I was, standing in front of the building that will probably make me cry, scream, laugh, and all of the above throughout the next 4 years. Nonetheless, I have come this far right? The possibility of everything I worked for going down the drain is the only motivation I need right now to do my best.

--

As I walked out of my last class of the day, the sun was already beginning to set. To be honest, everything went pretty well, I mean as well as it could go on syllabus day. My professors were all pretty chill except for one lady who intimidates the crap out of me for absolutely no reason. She has over 30 years of experience in this field and deals with new cohorts, which means she might be my supervisor. If that's the case I will have to pregame each clinical to not pass out in her presence.

I wanted to grab a quick coffee on my way back to the dorm when I felt my phone buzz.

Jiah: Heyy lovely, how are you? Have you eaten? Jimin invited us to a little get-together with his friends, so I'll pick you up at 7.

Mira: Hey babes, I'm great. How are you, love? Sure, I'll let you know when I'm ready.

Oh my god, my first party. It's no big deal but my body has definitely become more tense. I mean I know literally no one else aside from Jiah. I haven't even met her boyfriend, barely know what he looks like. But, I trust her, so as long as I stick by her everything should be fine, right? I mean what's the worst that can happen?

Caught up in my thoughts, I was abruptly interrupted by a sudden push, a body that slammed past me as I tried to open the front door of the dormitory. Ouch. I didn't have time to check who it was but they also made no effort in checking if I was okay. Looking back all I could see was a tall guy with a black hoodie who seemed to be in a rush. Jeez, people these days are just something else I swear. Whatever, I thought, maybe they were having a rough day. Nonetheless, I straightened up and made my way up to my dorm, trying to forget whatever that was as I had bigger things to think about.

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Knock Knock Knock

"Miraya, open up, I'm here!" I could hear Jiah's screams from my bedroom as I tried to quickly unlock the door. One hand on the doorknob, the other on my dress strap. And, as the door swung open, Jiah was left in absolute awe.

"Sheesh, miss girl who allowed you to look this good?" she exclaimed, coming in for a tight hug.

"Girl, look at you! Screw your boyfriend and come live with me," we both giggled, knowing dam well that we both looked quite good. I mean go big or go home right?

"I'm almost done, I swear. But please, can you help me with this strap? It unclipped and I almost lost my mind. I don't know why this dress requires 10 people to assemble," I whine a little as Jiah quickly clasps the dress back into its position.

"Hey, what's this? Are you okay?"

"What?" I ask, as she walks us over to my mirror before pointing to a bruise on my forearm.

"Oh, yeah, so silly. This guy bumped into me as I was trying to get into the building today. But, it's no big deal. It doesn't hurt." I assure her, letting out a small chuckle.

"Are you sure? Next time you see him let me know, I'll run straight into him." she urges with pure determination on her face. I can't help but smile, reaching out and going in for a hug. We talk about our day for a little while until finally leaving the dorm.

--

"So, this party? Who else is going to be there?" I quietly ask as we make our way down to the elevators.

"Oh, just, my boyfriend, his friends, and some other people from this dormitory," Jiah explains before pressing the Basement floor.

While my nerves were somewhat calm during our elevator ride, they sure as hell were not once the doors opened and I saw the amount of people just at the entrance. My eyes were wide open as I glanced at Jiah before she looked back with a mischievous yet nervous smile.

"Come on Mira, let's have fun. Let loose!" she exclaimed, pulling my arm towards the entrance. There was no time to answer or to protest so I had no other choice but to follow her into a huge studio room with disco lights and music blasting from each corner. "Small gathering"

"Baby!" Jiah screamed, as her hold on my hand loosened and she ran to a boy in a black cap. Jimin. Well, at least, now I know what he looks like. It was cute watching them reunite. They have definitely missed each other, it was clear from the way their bodies melted into one another and their eyes locked.

"Miraya, come here let me introduce you to everyone," Jiah waved for me to come closer before I could make out the other people in the circle, and that's when my eyes stopped on him. Oh my god, no.

"Oh, hey flip flops!" Tae scrunched his nose before parading his boxy smile, waving at my yet again flushed face. I dare not to look up, hoping that if I can't see them then they won't be able to see me. A girl can dream, I guess. 

"Flip flops?" Jimin and Jiah both ask, letting out a chuckle at the funny nickname.

"Yeah, it was so funny because when we first met I was in the elevator and she ran ..."

"Ok, that's enough, thank you for your input but really, it's not that serious. Umm ... so Jimin, how was your vacation?" I quickly try to change the subject before Tae sends me into another nervous breakdown. Everyone just smiles and looks at Jimin, while Tae teasingly grins at my quick remark.

"Yeah, I mean it was honestly so nice, the boys and I went to Bora Bora. Heaven on Earth! Baby, next time, we should all go," he says, adoring eyes looking down at Jiah who was snuggled into his embrace.

"Oh, by the way, this is Jungkook. We drove all night yesterday from Busan, so excuse his appearance." Jimin smiles, pulling on Jungkook's hoodie to come forward and introduce himself. The poor guy seemed absolutely drained but managed to let out a tiny hello with a nod before stepping back into the shadow. Something about him seemed familiar but I couldn't tell what exactly.

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Valentine’s Day | Quackity

Requested? Nope 

Warnings? None? 

Summary: You and Alex spend your first Valentines Day together

Word Count: 1,542

Valentine’s Day. 

You had spent every Valentine’s Day up until this year doing one of two things. Eating massive amounts of discount chocolate, watching movies, and rolling your eyes at cute couples when you left your house. Or, doing basically the same thing with your best friend right next to you. Yes, you knew it was the most cliche of all cliches but you had never really found love in this life yet. 

Every person you had dated was a fling and didn’t amount to much. It didn’t bother you, you were fine with the fact that not everything led to true love. You were okay waiting for the right guy to walk into your life. 

Well, that was until you started dating Alex about six months ago. 

Alex had stolen your heart in the most cliche of romantic comedy movie ways possible. The John Green falling slowly and all at once, the slow burn type love, the first love where everything was floating on air. 

For a while, you had never thought you would get here but the vibe between you and Alex was unmatchable. You carried the same energy through and through and were so grateful to have met him. 

So, for the first Valentine’s Day ever, you had someone to spend it with. You didn’t expect much, you and Alex were never much for grand gestures surprisingly.

The two of you favored quiet gestures, little things that certainly didn’t go unnoticed between the two of you. It was helping each other with chores, it was soft words of encouragement, it was random hugs and touches, every little thing that amounted to so much. 

The most you expected from your love was dinner and a movie, quality time with Alex that was all you wanted. It was perfect for you. 

However, what you didn’t expect was your job to schedule you on Valentine’s Day. 

You originally planned to sleep in, laying in bed with Alex until one of you was forced to get up. You would patter around the house, most likely ordering food and watching a tv show until your dinner reservation that night. You’d come home, curl up together and watch a movie until you pass out. A perfect day. 

However, you now had to go to work. 

You promised Alex the minute you got home, you wouldn’t leave his side for the rest of the night. Alex had giggled lightly at your exaggeration, telling you that it’s okay if you missed valentine’s day. 

“Oh look, someone else without valentine’s day plans,” your coworker greets when you walk in. 

“Fuck off,” you respond and they giggle. 

“Aww is someone missing Alex?” 

“I’m gonna kill Brittany for scheduling me today,” you tell your coworker as you fix your shirt and pull at the ponytail plopped on top of your head. 

You slide across the register to look at your coworker and she offers you a knowing smirk. Your manager was ruthless, scheduling you guys when she knew you hated that shift time or on holidays you wanted off desperately. It sucked. 

You were hoping against hope the shift would go by fast and by 7 o’clock you could be home, wrapped up in Alex’s arms but you swore every minute was dragging like it was an hour. You couldn’t stand how slowly time was moving. 

“What time is it?”

“Same time you asked me 5 seconds ago,” your coworker sarcastically offers and you return with an annoyed smile. 

“Sorry,” you apologize and she shrugs her shoulders. 

Just as you start to walk away from her, hoping to get some things done and take your mind off the time, your coworker calls your name again. You turn to face her, half a question out of your mouth as you do so, when you’re stopped dead in your tracks. 

Alex stands in front of you, a dozen of your favorite flowers in one hand and chocolate in the other. He wears that same shy grin, the one that made your heart stop when you first saw it. The one that makes you smile instantly when you see it. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask giggling as you walk over to him. 

“Surprise,” he responds now grinning widely at you. 

“Baby, you didn’t have to.” 

“I know but I also know you were excited for today and I wanted to give you some extra love while you’re at work.” 

You can’t help the pout that turns into a wide smile spreading across your lips. You head straight for your boyfriend, tackling him in a tight hug which Alex happily receives. When you pull away just barely, your lips attach to his and he kisses you back, sliding an arm around your waist. 

“I don’t deserve you,” you say when you pull apart.

“I know,” Alex jokes. 

“I’ll see you in an hour?” he asks and you nod and smile. 

After Alex leaves, work thankfully flies by, with the help of your coworker never shutting up about how sweet your boyfriend was. And she was right, you had gotten extremely lucky. 

You drove home, excited to finally be done with work, and headed to spend some time with Alex. You’re practically running up the stairs to your apartment and as soon as you pull open the door, you gasp loudly. 

God, it was cliche. Rose petals lined the edges of the hallway, candles lit around the room offering dim light to the tiny apartment. As you step in, your eyes wander to the living room, where the couches are pushed together to make a makeshift bed. Alex draped a bedsheet over the couches and plopped a million pillows making it look comfy. 

He placed chairs behind the couch, stacked up, and draped another bedsheet over them with fairy lights no doubt from our room lazily placed around the fort. Your hand comes up to your mouth, a giggle escaping your lips as you do so. There was no way this was real. 

You finally start to make your way into the apartment, throwing down your keys and jacket. Your water bottle falls down on the table by the entryway and you’re bursting as you walk into the kitchen. 

The kitchen was just as much a dream as the rest of the apartment. Alex stands at the stove, cooking something that smelled heavenly. You now notice the soft music wafting through the apartment, a playlist Alex had put together for the two of you. On the kitchen table, the flowers Alex brought you at work sit in a beautiful vase. 

When Alex turns to look at you, hearing you come into the room he halts his movements. His eyes light up at the sight of you, a rare but heart-stopping smile reserved for you placed on his lips. 

“Hi baby,” he greets crossing the room to meet you. 

His hands meet your shoulders, trailing down to your hands before lifting them up again to wrap them around his neck. His hands slide around your waist, pulling you into him and you twist your fingers together behind his head as his hands bunch into your shirt. 

“You did all this?” 

“Well, it is our first valentine’s day,” he says and you giggle happily. 

You lean forward, pressing your lips to Alex’s and you can feel his smile against your lips. He dips you backward as the kiss deepens and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He pulls you up as you break apart and reluctantly he pulls away to walk back over to the food. 

“Wanna change and we can eat and you can pick the movie after?” he suggests from the stove. 

“Ugh you are truly the love of my life,” you half-joke and Alex laughs. 

“Go dumbass,” he tells you endearingly. 

You head to your shared room and immediately grab something to change into. You slip into one of Alex’s shirts, and a pair of shorts before heading back out into the kitchen. 

Alex greets you at the small dining table, food dished out and he looks up at you. 

“There’s my girl,” he greets. 

You sit down and together you eat dinner. You talk about your day, how was work and the customers, and what Alex did all day as you were gone. After dinner, you offer to clean up while Alex sets up the movie. 

Once everything is clean and put away, you join Alex in the makeshift fort. He instantly wraps an arm around your waist, turning his body towards yours. 

“Disney movie?” Alex asks pushing his face into your neck. 

“Please.” 

You grab the remote from Alex, flipping through Disney plus until you end up at your favorite Disney princess movie. You press play before tossing the remote into the abyss. 

You turn towards Alex, slipping your arms around his waist and shoving your face into his chest practically ready to pass out. It didn’t matter what you and Alex did together, as long as you were together that’s all that mattered. 

Be it running errands, cooking dinner, watching a movie, or just sitting together, you loved every minute. Because Alex was the love of your life and no one had ever made you feel this special.

[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Part 10

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Love and Hope

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Other Characters: OFCs: Jill (Y/N’s sister), Evie and Mia (Y/N’s nieces), OMC: Brian (Y/N’s brother-in-law)

Word Count: 6,385 (notes in bold, thoughts, texts, song lyrics in italics). 

Part Summary: As Christmas time approaches, Y/N and Dean are sad they can’t spend this time together as she goes home to New York for the holidays. However, their Christmas presents to each other prove that they have a future together.

Warnings: Slight angst, brief mention of reader’s exes, Dean’s self-deprecation rears its ugly head (slightly), Dean being sweet (yes, that’s a warning), Fluff (yes, it’s true, you read that correctly lol)

Music: It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas by Jason Manns (Y/N at the airport scene), Let It Snow by Bing Crosby (playing in the background of Y/N and her sister girl talk scene), Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by Jensen Ackles and Jason Manns (Christmas Eve scenes)

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A/N: It’s a Christmas chapter! Yay! Great timing as it’s the first day of the holiday season! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and loving this series. I never thought it would get as much love as it has, and I’m so grateful to every single one of you! There’s only 5 parts and an epilogue left after this, I can’t believe we’re almost at the end, but there’s still quite a bit of story to tell. I’m so excited for you guys to see what happens! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Y/N smiled as she watched the kids rushing out the front doors of the school. It was officially the end of the day and the start of the holidays. She pulled her coat a little tighter around herself, as she called out to some students to be careful on the sidewalk, as it had snowed overnight. It was December 22nd, and school had let out early. In a few short hours, she was flying out to New York to spend the holidays with her family. She was nervous about the weather and was praying that her flight wouldn’t be grounded. She was also nervous to be headed home but considering Ethan had made the permanent move to L.A. she doubted he would be there.

She went back into the school and quickly packed up her things. She said goodbye to all the teachers and to Chuck and walked out with Cas and Charlie.

“Alright, here” Charlie said, as she handed her a small present in the parking lot.

“Oh Charlie, thank you” Y/N smiled, as she took it and handed one over to her as well. Y/N opened the gift, smiling as she saw the earrings she wanted during a time when she and Charlie had gone shopping, but didn’t buy.

Charlie hugged her after opening hers, a beautiful scarf that had her favorite colors.

Cas and Y/N exchanged gifts too, a new tie, white with little books on it for him because “blue may be your color, but you can branch out” and a leather-bound journal for her.

“Merry Christmas” all three of them hugged and called out to each other before they drove home.

Y/N hurried to get home as she still had a few more things to pack before she left in the evening. She had messaged Mark a few days after the incident with him, telling him that it was really over and to never call her, ever again. So far, it seemed like he had gotten the message, having not tried to contact her at all in the last few weeks. She was incredibly thankful for that. She was also thankful that in that time, she and Dean had been hanging out a lot, too. It was all very innocent and simple, just watching movies and making dinner together, or ordering take-out if they didn’t feel like cooking, after they both finished work. After that first night when they slept in her bed, they hadn’t done more than that. She was beginning to wonder when Dean would ask her out, and whether she should just ask him. Though she knew that maybe they just needed a little more time.

When she got home, she unzipped her boots and walked around in socked feet. She picked her suitcase which was half packed already and put it on the bed. She started putting some clothes and shoes and other items that she would need, including a few last-minute presents for her nieces.

Once she was finally finished packing, Y/N got changed into the clothes she’d be wearing to travel. A loose, grey, high-neck sweater and dark grey scarf, black pants and her grey coat, and white sneakers to make it easier on her feet in the airport. She had her carry-on and check-in bags ready by the door, needing both for this trip as she had to carry so many presents with her. She couldn’t wait to see her family after so many months away from them.

Dean shrugged on a thicker plaid shirt, wrapped a scarf around his neck and then his brown leather jacket. He picked up the rectangle shaped present he had wrapped horribly (he had never been good at that) and opened the front door, leaving the house and closing it.

He walked down the porch steps and across the path in his front yard, where he had cleared the snow off to the sides. He walked across the street and down the path of Y/N’s yard, which he had cleared for her, walking up her porch steps. He stood in front of the door and let out a big breath, pushing the doorbell. He had her present in his hand and he wanted to give it to her at that very moment. He had enlisted Dorothy’s help in finding it for Y/N, after an idea popped into his head and he couldn’t get rid of it. Considering Dorothy had connections, she had managed to get him a decent price on it; it was expensive but at least it didn’t cost him an absolute fortune once she haggled the price down.

The door opened, and Y/N was shocked to see Dean standing there. She stood at the threshold and admired how adorable he looked all rugged up to protect himself from the cold.

“Hi” she smiled, softly.

“Hi” he smirked, walking in when she stepped aside. “You leaving soon?”

“Yeah, my cab should be here any minute” she said, shutting the door.

Dean nodded, as he handed the present over to her. “Here.”

“Oh, Dean” she smiled at him, as she took it from him. “I was going to leave yours at your door, but-” she stopped herself as she tucked the present under her arm, gesturing for him to wait and walked into her office.

Dean watched as she came back, carrying a large, thin, rectangular shape wrapped up in silver wrapping and a giant red ribbon, tied into a bow.

“This is for you” she smiled, handing it over to him. “But you can’t open it until midnight, after Christmas Eve is over.”

“Okay. Wow. Thanks” he said, looking over it and wondering what the hell it was. “You can’t open yours till then, either.”

“New York’s an hour ahead” she laughed.

“Doesn’t matter. We both open them on our midnight. Deal?” he asked, smirking.

“Deal” she nodded, with a smile.

“So… New York. I’m glad you’ll get to see your folks for the holidays” he said, his smirk fading away knowing that she’d be so far away. He was happy for her, though. She deserved to see her family after so many months away.

“I can’t wait” she beamed. “Just to see them all, hug and cuddle my little nieces, soak up the holiday spirit.”

“That’s great.” He smirked. Seeing her love for her family made him positive that his own would love her, and she would love them.

He looked down at the present in her hand and smirked. He really hoped that it would let her know what he felt for her. Y/N looked at the present she got him and hoped that he’d like it. It was something for his new building where he was going to have the restoration garage. It would look amazing in his office, there.

A car horn honking pulled them out of their thoughts, and Y/N glanced down at her watch. She looked up at him smiling brightly.

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she said.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” he smirked.

She moved in and wrapped her arms around his neck. His automatically came around her waist, pulling her into the hug. They held each other for a moment, basking in each other’s touch, their eyes closed. They jumped apart as the car horn sounded again.

Y/N laughed as she gathered her things. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Yeah” he agreed. “Here, let me help.”

Dean placed his huge present outside on the porch as Y/N walked out and closed the door to her house, locking it securely. Dean walked down the porch steps, with her check-in suitcase, putting it in the trunk of the cab. Y/N walked down and opened the door to the backseat, as Dean took her carry-on and put that in the trunk as well.  She waited for a moment, as Dean walked over to her after closing the trunk. She really wished she could stay back and spend time with him, but she had to see her family. She was really looking forward to it, but she couldn’t help but feel sad that she wouldn’t be with Dean.

He looked down at her, looking as beautiful as the day he first saw her. He hated that he wouldn’t get to see her over Christmas and New Years’, wishing that she could stay back, and they could spend the holidays together. He wished he could see the look on her face when she opened the present from him, but he would have to settle for hearing whether she liked it or not. He was really going to miss her. Kiss her! He thought to himself as he continued to look at her. Before he could think twice, he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, softly.

It didn’t take long for it to deepen, as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. She smiled into the kiss, as he pulled her closer, their lips moving against each other’s. They were finally in each other’s arms again. There was so much behind the kiss; a promise of more to come, a promise of their future together, a promise of things being better for both of them. Y/N was the one to pull away, regretfully, but she had a plane to catch. “I really have to go” she said, frowning as she looked up at him. “But um… it’s about time you did that” she said, biting her lip.

Dean groaned when he saw her do that. “Don’t, sweetheart, or I won’t let you get on that plane.”

She laughed as she stopped. “Bye.” She leaned in and pecked his lips.

“Bye” he said, returning her smile.

With one last glance at him, she got into the cab. Dean watched it drive away with a smile on his face. He suddenly couldn’t wait to see her again.

Y/N eyes scanned over the crowds at the airport, trying to spot her dad. She had shoved her way through baggage claim and picked up her check-in and was now trying to find her father through the throngs of people embracing each other, excited to get their holiday celebrations underway. By the time they had a quick lay-over in Atlanta and flew into New York, it was 8.30pm, which was the scheduled time, and she was incredibly thankful to whatever higher power there was that got her there. It was still a 2-hour drive to Rhinebeck, and her family would most likely be sleeping by the time she got home, but at least she’d see them properly in the morning.

As the crowd around her cleared, she spotted her father and beamed as he saw her too, waving frantically. She rushed over to him and launched herself into his arms, hugging him tightly. She felt tears prick her eyes as she laughed, happy to finally see him again.

“Oh sweetie, let me look at you” he said, pulling away from the hug and holding her at arms’ length. “You look different.” He eyed her, his brows knitted together.

“I’m still the same me, dad” she shrugged, laughing slightly.

“It’s so good to see you” he smiled, his eyes glistening. “Come on, let’s go.”

As they walked out of the airport, a bearded man with glasses was jamming “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas” on his guitar. His case was open in front of him, and Y/N quickly walked over, dropping a 20-dollar bill in.

“Thanks” he smiled. “Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas!” she called back and then hurried over to her dad, who was wheeling her bags to the parking lot. She smiled as she walked beside him; Christmas was her favorite holiday, and it was already off to a great start.

The drive back home was filled with Y/N catching up on everything she had missed. Her dad told her that her mom was going crazy with excitement of her being there soon and was making sure everything was perfect. Y/N laughed; her mom didn’t need to do anything extra to make things special considering it always would be no matter what, but she wouldn’t be her mom if she didn’t.

When they arrived home, Y/N gasped as she saw the house decorated so beautifully. The lights and decorations on the house were as stunning as always, and she was glad she got to see them again. As they went in, Y/N laughed quietly to herself as saw her mother, fast asleep on one couch, and her brother-in-law asleep on the other. Her sister and the kids were most likely asleep upstairs.

“I’ll get them up, you go upstairs” her dad whispered. “Brian can carry that up.” He gestured to her large suitcase.

“Thanks, dad” she whispered, as she quietly walked up the stairs with her carry-on.

She walked to her old bedroom and flicked on the light. She laughed slightly as she saw it still hadn’t changed at all since before she left for college. All her Backstreet Boys and NSYNC posters were still up on one wall, her Led Zeppelin ones still up on the other. She really had an eclectic taste in music. She heard a soft knock on the door and turned, seeing her brother-in-law, Brian, walk in with her suitcase. She smiled as she walked over, hugging him tightly.

“Jill’s gonna freak in the morning. I tried waking her up but Evie’s practically sleeping on top of her” Brian said, laughing slightly.

“I’ll catch them in the morning” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Brian nodded, smiling at her. “It’s good to have you home. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight” she said, watching him leave and shut the door behind him.

Y/N quickly got changed for bed and slipped under the covers. As she drifted off, she couldn’t wait to see everyone else in the morning.

It was great to be home.

“Auntie Y/N!” a little voice yelled as it barrelled through Y/N’s room and bounced up on the bed.

Y/N gasped and flinched as a little body flung itself over her. She relaxed when she realized where she was, and held her 5-year-old niece, Evie tighter.

“I’m so happy you’re here” she smiled down at Y/N.

“So am I, sweetie” Y/N smiled, rocking her side to side as she didn’t let go.

Y/N looked up at the door when she saw her sister standing against the doorframe, holding her 8-month-old niece, Mia on her hip.

“This one wants to say hi, too” Jill said, smiling.

Y/N got up from bed, Evie stuck to her leg as she walked over to her sister. She hugged her tight, feeling a few tears escape down her face.

“I missed you, so much” Y/N said, holding Jill tighter.

“I missed you too” Jill said, pulling away and smiling at her.

Y/N smiled as she saw the baby. She was so big now, having only been 4 months when she left for Lawrence. She reached for her, but little Mia scrunched her face up, squirming into her mother.

“This one needs to be fed, so you get cleaned up and come downstairs. Mom’s making breakfast” Jill said, kissing Y/N’s cheek and taking the girls out of the room.

Y/N quickly brushed her teeth and threw her robe on over her pyjamas. She raced down the stairs and into the kitchen, smiling when she saw her mom’s back as she stood at the stove.

“Mom” Y/N said, as she walked over.

Her mom turned around and nearly started crying on the spot. She rushed over and took Y/N in her arms, hugging her tight.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here” her mom said to her as she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“Me too” Y/N smiled.

“Alright, the pancakes are almost done. So, sit down and help yourself, and everyone else will down soon” her mom said, gesturing to the table that was already set.

“Can’t I help with something?” Y/N asked, frowning.

“No, you just got here, honey. Relax, we’ll put you to work tomorrow” her mom laughed, as she playfully shoved her towards the dining table.

Y/N laughed and shook her head as she walked over, licking her lips at the sight of the delicious breakfast.

After a great breakfast with her family, Y/N helped Evie decorate another gingerbread house, because the two she did with grandma yesterday weren’t enough. Jill sat with Mia on her lap, across from Y/N at the dining table, as Let It Snow played in the background through the house. Brian had gone back to their house to get some more bottles for the baby, and her parents had rushed out to deliver some homemade Christmas cake to their friends. So, Y/N was glad she and her sister were alone for a while, to have some proper girl talk.

“So…” Jill trailed off, as she distracted the baby with her toy, and tried to ice a piece of the gingerbread house with one hand. “How are things with Mark?”

Y/N smiled, sheepishly, feeling guilty she hadn’t told her sister yet. “Things are… over.”

“What?” Jill asked, wide eyes looking up at her.

Y/N shrugged, as she iced one part of the roof for the gingerbread house. “Things got a little… complicated.”

“Well, considering I only know whatever you told me up to the third date, I need the specifics” Jill said, shifting Mia when she started to fuss.

“I know, I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a while” Y/N frowned, looking up at her sister.

“It’s okay, Y/N. Don’t apologize. I mean, we’ve both been busy” Jill laughed slightly, gesturing her head between her two daughters.

Y/N looked at Evie sitting next to her and smiled, seeing her niece in full concentration as she decorated, her tongue sticking out.

“This one has to leave, though” Y/N said, looking at Evie and then Jill.

Jill nodded in understanding. “Evie, honey. Can you stop what you’re doing for a second?”

“What is it, mommy?” Evie asked, her big eyes looking at her mom.

“Can you make sure all the presents are kept neatly under the tree?” Jill asked her in return.

“Okay” she replied, simply, not understanding why she had to go but doing it anyway.

Once she was out of earshot, Jill turned to Y/N. “Okay. Spill.”

Y/N took the next few moments to tell Jill everything that had happened with Mark.

“Fuck” Jill remarked, not knowing what to say.

“Yeah” Y/N nodded.

A short pause fell between them as Jill thought about everything her sister just told her.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Jill asked, her eyes teary.

“I didn’t want you guys to worry about me” Y/N replied, shaking her head. “And don’t tell mom and dad, they’d freak out. I’ll tell them myself at a later stage.”

Jill sighed, but nodded. “Okay.”

“Thank you” Y/N smiled, softly. She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell her sister about Dean too. Maybe it was too soon?

Jill tapped her fingers on the table as she watched her sister, her face looking like her brain was overloaded with thoughts.

“There’s something else” Jill said, knowingly. “Isn’t there?”

Y/N looked at her sister, tentatively. She wasn’t sure if she should say it or not.

Jill cocked her head to the side, a smile gracing her face as she understood. “Who is he?”

Y/N scoffed, impressed with her sister’s intuition.

She spent another couple of minutes telling Jill everything about Dean. She felt a smile tug at her lips as she talked about him. After everything she had been through in the past, and then with Mark, she thought for minute back there she’d never be able to think of dating someone again, but things were different with Dean.

“So… when you get back, what’s going to happen?” Jill asked, curious about what she was thinking of doing.

“I… don’t know, but… I know that he’s it now” Y/N replied, her smile growing.

Jill smiled. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen you like this. Yeah sure, you’ve been with a few guys, but this is different.”

“It feels different this time” Y/N nodded. “I don’t want to get my hopes up, but… it feels like this is it. And I know he’s some years older than me, but that doesn’t matter to me.”

Truth be told, men who were slightly older than her were a turn on for her. Plus, she had only ever been with guys her own age. Maybe it was time for a change.

In that moment, Y/N’s baby niece started to fuss in Jill’s lap.

“Oh, honey. You can’t be hungry, I just fed you” Jill said, frowning as she didn’t know what was wrong.

Y/N got up and walked over to their side of the table. She slowly picked up the baby and held her close, lightly bouncing her. Little Mia smiled and Jill smiled, too.

“She just needs a little lovin’ from her aunt” Y/N smiled, kissing her niece’s chubby cheek.

Jill admired her sister with the baby. “You look good like that.”

“Stop” Y/N laughed, shaking her head. She didn’t need those thoughts in her head at that moment. She had always loved children, and couldn’t wait to have her own, but she wondered if Dean was the one who she would have them with. Did he even want any?

The doorbell rang and interrupted them. Y/N gave little Mia back to Jill and walked to the front door. She screamed when she opened it and saw Katie smiling at her. The friends hugged tightly, laughing.

“I’m so glad you’re here!” Katie said, swaying them side to side.

“Me too” Y/N tearfully told her, letting go of her and letting her into the house. “You just missed girl talk, though.”

“Well, catch me up. I’m all ears” Katie said, walking into the house, taking off her coat.

Y/N laughed as she followed behind her, ready to divulge everything she told Jill to her best friend as well.

The next day brought a whirlwind of familial chaos, as Y/N’s family got everything ready for Christmas Eve dinner. Christmas carols were playing in the background, as her mom worked on the ham, her dad helped with all the sides and her sister was in charge of decorating the rest of the house, the table and setting it. Brian was keeping the kids entertained and Y/N was making pudding and few other treats for dessert.

It took all day, but they finally got everything ready and in time for dinner. As everyone got dressed and ready, Y/N took some time to admire the house. The lights were dimmed, the candles were lit, and everything was bathed in a beautiful glow. The lights on the tree were shining, and the fireplace crackled, adding to the ambience of the room. She was so glad to be here with her family and to spend this time with them.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light

From now on,

Our troubles will be out of sight

She quickly had a shower, and then got ready for dinner in a red, A-line dress, with sleeves that came to her mid-forearm. She pinned her Y/H/C hair into a bun, a few strands framing her face. She put on her nude heels and then went downstairs to join her family.

Dinner was absolutely divine, and her mom had outdone herself, yet again. Everything from the ham to the pudding for dessert was perfect, and everyone was absolutely stuffed by the end. They all relaxed on the couch and sang some carols, drank eggnog and enjoyed the fact that they were all together again. For the first time in a long time, Y/N had no fear about Ethan or Mark, or any of the other troubles she had had in the past. All she needed was her family and hoped that the man who she had fallen in love from the minute she saw him, would also be a permanent figure in her life.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Make the Yule-tide gay,

From now on,

Our troubles will be miles away

It was pretty much the same vibe over at the Winchesters.

Mary had assigned jobs for everyone, stating to the boys that they weren’t getting out of it just because they didn’t live at home anymore. She made Eileen and Sam come early as well as Dean, so that they could all do their assigned jobs.

Once everything was ready before dinner, everyone put on their ugly Christmas sweaters, a Winchester tradition that was something silly but fun. Bobby, Ellen and Jo arrived, and they all greeted each other. They sat around talking and laughing as they ate, and afterwards sat around on the couches, listening to carols while drinking eggnog. No one trusted Sam with it anymore, so it was Eileen’s job to mix it since she joined their family. Dean smiled as he looked around at his family, content for the first time in years.

Here we are as in olden days,

Happy golden days of yore

Loving friends who are dear to us,

Gather near to us once more

However, Dean was the first one to notice when Eileen wasn’t drinking any. He gestured to her and then signed “are you okay?”, which was just one of the things of what little he knew, but he was trying to get better at it. She nodded and then smiled at Sam. They had a small conversation between themselves, before Sam turned to everyone with a huge smile on his face.

“Well, now’s as good a time as any to tell you… we’re having a baby” he said, beaming. “Eileen’s 16 weeks in.”

Dean’s eyes widened but his smile grew as he got up, and hugged his brother first, Mary and Eileen hugging as Mary cried. Everyone hugged the expecting parents, before they all sat back down.

“Congratulations, guys” Dean said, as he returned to one side of the couch. “That’s awesome, seriously.”

Sam smiled as he kissed Eileen’s cheek. “Thanks, Dean.”

“Oh, I can’t wait for my first grandchild!” Mary exclaimed, as John kissed her head.

Dean’s mind wandered off as Eileen and Sam were talking about moving into a bigger place. Mary was listening intently, but Dean couldn’t focus on the conversation. He couldn’t have been happier for his little brother and sister-in-law. They were going to make great parents; he knew that to be the absolute truth. However, he couldn’t help but feel an unexpected sadness wash over him. He never thought of himself as the “having kids” type of guy, hell, he never pictured himself in a serious relationship. That was when he was younger though. As he got older, he realized he wanted those things, and even though he was happy for Sam, he felt a little jealous sometimes that his little brother would have all of that before he did.

The last year of his life had been a waste, as he tried to salvage a relationship with Lisa. He couldn’t help but think where he would be if he had broken up with her a year ago. Mostly likely with Y/N as soon as she got to Lawrence he thought as he tried to concentrate on the conversation his family was having. It was no use though, as his mind continued torment him with the possibilities that could’ve been, if he had just claimed his freedom sooner.

Dean silently excused himself and walked out to the back porch of his childhood home. He let out a long breath, seeing it cloud up in the cold. He sipped the eggnog, feeling the kick of the alcohol warm him up. He smiled sadly as he thought about Y/N, so far away from him, in New York with her own family. He wondered what she wanted from life and whether their wants would align, whether having a family was something she wanted or not. He really hoped so.

“Merry freakin’ Christmas” he mumbled to himself. He never had a problem with being alone, but as he got older it had started to become a fear for him. Maybe that was why it took so long to see the whole truth with Lisa.

“Sure is” he heard someone say behind him. He turned and saw his mom standing behind him.

“I’ll be back in soon, mom” he said, turning away from her.

“Actually” she started as she stood next to him and faced him. “I was thinking we could talk.”

“About?” he asked, staring down at his eggnog.

Mary was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “Who is she?”

Dean scoffed as he closed his eyes. Of course his mom had figured it out.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, his jaw clenched. “She’s… she’s the best person I’ve ever known and… I have no idea if I should do anything about this because honestly, she deserves more than me.”

“Isn’t that up to her?” Mary asked, knowingly. “If you’re spending so much time with her, and I know you have because I’ve hardly seen you over the last few weeks, then doesn’t that mean that she wants to give you a chance?”

Dean blinked a few times as he took in what Mary just said. “I guess.”

“Then all you have to is take the leap” Mary smiled.

Dean nodded slowly, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Yeah.”

Mary nodded. “Just know, you have to bring her here because we need to meet her.”

Dean groaned and laughed, shaking his head. “Great.”

Mary smiled, leaning over to kiss his cold cheek. “Come inside soon, it’s way too cold.”

“I will” he promised as he watched her go back in.

Dean smirked as he thought about how Y/N would actually fit in with his family. He knew he needed to muster up the courage and just ask her out. Let go of the fear that had developed because of everything that had happened with Lisa. Maybe it was too soon after, but the truth was, he didn’t want more time. He was ready to be happy.

Through the years

We all be together,

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.

At midnight, Y/N and her family all wished each other a Merry Christmas, before they cleared everything up and each of them headed to bed. They would be up in several hours again, to open the presents anyway. As she went upstairs, there was one thing she needed to do before she headed to bed. Walking into her room, she shut the door and walked over to her carry-on bag. She opened it and found the present from Dean. She moved the bag back to the floor and then sat down on her bed, the present in her hand.

She laughed a little as she saw the envelope on it had her name but also “READ AFTER OPENING” in Dean’s all caps writing. She opened the wrapping, frowning when the thing was wrapped in brown paper as well. She unwrapped the brown paper, noticing that it was a very old but beautiful, hardcover book. She frowned again, but as she turned the book around and saw the spine, she gasped loudly.

In her hand, was an early edition of her favorite novel of all time, Jane Eyre. Y/N’s eyes widened as they started to well up with tears. She remembered telling him it was her favorite at dinner with him. It was yet another thing he remembered about her, the Led Zeppelin album being the first. She felt the tears rolling down her face as she opened the book, slowly flicking through it. She closed it and hugged it to her chest. She couldn’t believe he had done this for her.

She put the book in her lap and picked up the envelope, opening it and sliding the card out. Opening the card, she smiled through tears as she read his words.

Merry Christmas, sweetheart.

I hate that you’re not here with me, but I can’t wait until you’re back. There’s a lot that I wanna say, but I’ve never been good with words. So, I’m just gonna do my best.

I’ve never been surer of anything, than I am that you’re the greatest person that I’ll ever know. You’re beautiful, smart, strong as all hell, and have the kindest heart of anyone I know. I know how freaking lucky I am that you’re in my life.

I hope this present lets you know how much you mean to me. How much you’ll always mean to me.

Y/N, this is it for me. You’re it for me. I need you to know that.

Have an amazing time with your family and I’ll see you as soon as you get back.

Dean

She laughed through her tears, shaking her head. She had never been surer of anything either; that he was the greatest man she had ever known. That she was so madly in love with him, and she couldn’t wait to tell him that someday.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

When it reached midnight in Kansas, Dean said a quick “Merry Christmas” to everyone, but everyone kept wondering why he was heading off so quickly.

“You know, you can just stay the night to open presents in the morning” Mary told him as she handed out warm cider to everybody.

“No, there’s uh… something I gotta do” Dean said, putting his jacket on.

“Something or… someone?” Jo asked, smiling suspiciously.

“Shut up, Jo” he groaned, glaring at her.

Jo laughed as she and Sam looked at each other.

“Seriously, what’s the rush, kid?” Bobby asked, curiously.

“Can a man not have a little time to himself anymore? Jeez” Dean grumbled, shaking his head.

“Alright, everyone leave him alone” Mary said, calming everyone down. “He’ll be back soon anyway.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, patting his shoulder.

He would be back in several hours anyway to open presents with everyone, but at that moment he had to see what was awaiting him.

When he got home, he walked over to the big present from Y/N, resting against a wall in his living room. He chuckled as he looked over the size of it, wondering what the hell she had gotten him. He opened the large bow, letting it fall away. He dug his finger into the edge of the wrapping and ripped it open, at every side to see the present more clearly.

“Holy shit” he gasped as his mouth open in awe.

The present was a large black frame, with a black and white photo of his beloved Baby, shining away in the sun. It looked like his backyard in the background of it, and he had to wonder how she took this photo. On the corner of the frame was an envelope with his name written on it. He took it and opened it, smirking as he saw her handwriting.

Merry Christmas, Dean!

I took this photo for you to hang in your new office at the restoration site. There’s nothing better to convince the customers to bring their cars to you than a picture of Baby.

I’m so proud of you for everything you’re working towards. It’s going to bring so many amazing things your way; don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I hope that the new year brings you everything you wish for, because if there’s anyone who deserves it, it’s you. You’ve been an amazing support to me, and I’ll never forget everything you’ve done for me. Ever.

I can’t wait to see you when I get back and just be near you again.

Y/N xx

He smirked as he read over the note a few times. She really was something else. He couldn’t believe that someone like her would want someone like him, but he knew how lucky he was that she was in his life.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas

He looked at the clock and saw that it was ten past midnight, which meant it was ten past 1am in New York. Y/N was probably asleep, but he really wanted to speak to her. He sent her a quick text, asking if she was awake. When he got a reply instantly that she was, he dialled her number. In New York, Y/N sat up instantly when her phone rang and picked it up.

“Hi” she said, smiling. “Dean, I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Did I make the English teacher speechless?” he teased with a smirk on his face.

“Yes” she admitted. “Dean, it’s… thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Dean smiled. “Well, it’s like I’ve said before, sweetheart. You don’t ever have to thank me.”

“Did you… did you mean it? What you said?” she asked. She already knew it was the truth, but she just needed to hear it. She just needed to know for certain.

“Yes” he replied. There was no pause. No hesitation.

Y/N felt tears welling up in her eyes all over again. “You’re… you’re it for me, too.”

Dean smiled, feeling like his heart would burst from her confession that she felt the same.

“Thanks for the photo. It’s so freaking awesome, Y/N” he smirked as he looked over at it.

“You’re welcome” she said, smiling. “But Dean, now our presents are totally uneven. This would’ve been so expensive-” she said as she picked the book, but Dean cut her off.

“Hey, no. It’s not about that, okay? I knew… I knew that I wanted you to have it. Plus, with Dorothy’s help it wasn’t too expensive, so we’re good” he reassured her.

“Okay” she said, nodding.

Dean looked up at the time and knew he should end the call. “I should let you go. Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Dean” she smiled as they both hung up the phone.

That morning, as they fell asleep for a few more hours before they had to wake up again, even with miles and miles between them, they fell asleep with dreams of each other. They fell into a peaceful slumber, knowing this was the start of something magical for both of them.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

-x-

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[milkybonya]

hello smiling anon here :) can i request nct 127 as boyfriends? ur astro as boyfriends post was so cute :)

Anonnie im sorry i made you wait so long TT this is the busiest week of the year so far and i had to stay focused to prepare for it, but i hope you enjoy~

NCT 127 as boyfriends ♡

link to Astro version

Warnings: food mentions

what i listened to while writing: To My Youth by BOL4

Taeil

sweet to the MAX

always singing around the house and serenading you

multiple movie nights with you in one week where you eat a whole bunch of junk food together and cuddle the entire time ;3;

becomes flustered very easily when you reach for his hand or hug him because he doesn't like skinship

but strangely with you, his heart skips a beat??

helps you when you're stressed by enveloping you in a hug and not letting go until you feel better

not overly clingy but not distant either - he's the perfect bf !!

knows when to give you space and when he needs to invade your space and give you lots of kisses >:)

not big on fancy dates, just wants to bask in your presence

wherever he is, as long as you're there, he's happy

i don't know why but i imagine his hand getting clammy when you hold it because he's so nervous,, then he gets all shy and embarrassed about it :")

Johnny

always taking photos of you

literally has a folder in his phone named '[y/n]'

so whipped for you omg he literally giggles any time you lock eyes

so EMBARRASSING cause of all the bad jokes he cracks and how tough he tries to act

"[y/n] do you wanna feel my arm muscles?"

waking up next to him each morning would involve you thinking he’s asleep and staring at him until he pulls you closer into his chest and presses his lips to your forehead ;3;

takes you on really creative dates like going to markets, going for drives, walks through unknown paths

if y’all are not seeing each other in person, he’ll constantly be texting or calling you

always sends you photos of things that remind him of you

the type to pretend he’ll give you your coat, then he doesn’t, but then he does because he loves you :”)

quite clingy in the sense that he always wants to be near you, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, whatever it may be

Taeyong

such a sweet and loving bf :”)

the type to buy you flowers and be that classy, romantic boyfriend

he’ll leave handwritten notes around the house and will send you good morning texts if you guys are apart from one another

the two of you are definitely the cool couple

but you’re also the couple who laughs hard about the most random things

like Taeil, knows when to give you space and when he should be there for you

will respect your sense of independence and root for you to succeed in your own things!

but also gets clingy sometimes and just wants a few hugs and kisses :”)

acts cute and pouts in front of you a lot 

but only in front of you, never in public or in front of anyone else

listens carefully whenever you’re sad and lets you rest your head on his shoulder, cry all over him - he lets you do whatever you need to do to be happy again, and he’ll try his best to cheer you up too :D

Yuta

loves reading with you, it’s one of his favourite things to do :”)

sometimes just ends up staring at you which leads to him pulling you towards him which leads to cuddling while reading and for him to kiss the top of your head an infinite amount of times

omg he will let you braid his hair or play with it or do all kinds of things to it

painting each other’s nails !! and searching for unique accessories in stores!

he’ll just buy an accessory and give it to you like “i just know this will look good on you, please try it on!”

i feel like he’ll be very honest with you about everything

so you both have nights when you talk for hours about your thoughts

and in the morning forget all about it by watching something while in bed hehe

will like exercising with you from time to time so you both stay healthy!

always thinking about you and your health, both mental and physical

you might be able to convince him to get a couple outfit :o

Doyoung

Like Johnny, likes taking photos of you but does it a bit more shyly

puts on a cool front all the time but he’s quite shy ;-;

loves to bake with you and actually takes it quite seriously

he’ll chase you around if you smudge batter on his face >:)

makes home dates fancy by lighting so many scented candles that the smell actually becomes unbearable

when you go on walks together, he’ll hide behind you every time he sees a dog, and you always have to apologize to the dog owners on his behalf because he’s scared :”D

likes to lie on top of you when you cuddle, with his weight on his legs which are on either side of you so he’s not crushing you, just so he can trace the shape of your face with his fingertips

if you cry, he cries and if you laugh, he’ll laugh - i feel like that’s how he’ll comfort you, by empathizing :”)

likes to go on car rides with you where the two of you are just singing songs 

always makes sure you’re eating your meals and staying hydrated - brings you food if you’re busy or forget

gets you really thoughtful gifts for special days but also throws a few meme gifts in there

Jaehyun

that bf who invites you to watch him play basketball just so he can take off his shirt in the middle of the game and watch as your face turns red

i feel like he’ll tease you in that ^ way a lot - he’s always trying to fluster you

he likes peaches so imagine going peach picking with him !! you’ll take such cute photos together and if he’s taller than you, he’ll pick all the peaches that you can’t ;3;

always trying to cheer you up whenever you’re sad - why can i picture him doing aegyo TT

this one time it rained when you were on a late night walk with him and he took off his jean jacket, held it above your heads as you ran home, but you ended up wet anyway :”)

super comforting whenever you’re sick or don’t feel good

constantly complimenting you and shows you lots of physical affection

always hugs you when he sleeps because if you’re not there, he’d just be hugging the blanket instead

not incredibly sentimental but always tries his best to show his love for you

tried to make breakfast in bed for you and dropped a whole bunch of cutlery on the floor :D

went through your phone and saved his name as ‘peach’ in it

Winwin

(this is from WayV as boyfriends, that’s why it looks a little different <3)

SOFT ANGEL

SOFT SOFT SOFT

did i mention he’s soft?

always worried about you 

genuinely cares about your feelings

a lot of “are you okay?” and “you’re not mad at me, right?”

if you’re ever in a bad mood, he’ll run to the store real quick and grab your favourite food for you

A LOT OF CUDDLES AND LAZY MORNINGS

he doesn’t like skinship but loves to hold you :’)

too shy to show affection in public tho

will hold your hand at the most

even if he does that, he’ll hold your hand in your pocket because he’s so shy

pls protecc him at all costs

is willing to do anything for you

sometimes you have to ask him how he genuinely feels about something

because he can’t say no :(

please make sure you tell him you love him regularly, or he’ll be sad :(

a lot of stay-at-home dates like watching movies

watchiNG ANIME (if you like it, of course)

“let’s just do whatever you want”

wiLL CRUSH YOU IN MOBILE GAMES

“i beat you! now give me a kiss >:)”

Jungwoo

if you also like to eat, y’all will have the most epic food dates omg

literally travelling to countries just to try the food there - that’s what it will be like

most of your dates involve food, but also a lot of walking dates so you can burn it off :”)

yet also many movie nights on the days where you don’t want to walk

he’ll learn your speaking habits and will imitate you whenever you get annoyed or angry 

likes to play soccer with you, even if you’re bad at it (so he can tease you), but if you’re good then he’ll enjoy trying to beat you

he’s the one who roasts you the most yet also cares for you the most

likes to kiss your neck because he can smell your natural scent, but if you hate it then he’ll do it to tease you or he’ll stop if you seriously tell him to

imitates kdrama male actors and actually makes your heart flutter by doing those things

and when you see the actors kissing in a drama,,,, you already know what he’s about to do

when you’re upset, he’ll hug you tightly and stay with you until you feel better

Mark

y’all have a shared playlist that you always add songs to so you can listen to it during car rides or when cuddling 

he keeps everything and anything you give him, whether it be a candy wrapper, flowers, a belt, shoes, anything

prepares really sweet gifts for you - a lot of songs or meaningful things

claims that you’re his muse and sometimes just stares at you for 5 minutes whenever you drop by his studio

“you’re my sun, i’m photosynthesizing so just stay right there”

he’s shy and gets flustered easily when you kiss or hug him, even when you just hold his hand

you have a tradition with him each fall where you go to a park, gather all the leaves to make a pile so you can dive into it

usually ends with you falling on top of him and the two of you just laying there for a long time

voice calls that last for more than 8 hours will become a thing when you date him :”)

always jokes about things related to marriage like ‘wow imagine if we had our wedding here’ and laughs awkwardly but he’d actually love to marry you 

takes you on trips that he claims are for him to get inspiration for music writing but he really just wants to spend time with you

Haechan

you already know what you’ve signed up for, right? chaos, absolute chaos - but in the best way

super clingy, always holding onto your arm or hand

whines when you don’t give him hugs or attention

bought a big plushie that reminded him of you so he can hug it when you’re not there and he misses you

he’s such a baby omg he’ll love being babied by you

makes hand crafted, diy gifts that clearly have his entire heart and soul in them

likes singing karaoke songs with you because if too you’re shy to sing alone, at least when he sings with you, he can hear a bit of your voice

cannot live if you’re sad or upset - he’ll do anything to help you feel better

cuddling is his favourite thing on this planet and he’ll wrap his legs around you so the two of you become an entangled mess, yet somehow are still comfortable

texts you random things like ‘i just saw a dog’ but also says stuff like that out loud to you

acts strong and cool sometimes like when you’re watching horror movies but fails miserably :(

ah, have you made it to the bottom? thank you for reading <3 were you by any chance looking for a sign? because this is it, this is your sign. i wish you luck with whatever it is that you must or must not do ;3;

[literaryfic]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: 빈센조 | Vincenzo (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Vincenzo Cassano | Park Joo Hyeong/Hong Cha Young Characters: Hong Cha Young, Vincenzo Cassano | Park Joo Hyeong Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, vincenzo leaves, set five years after he left sk, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, vincenzo and cha-young are exes, they were in a relationship before, Fake/Pretend Relationship, jealous!vincenzo, Jealousy

THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @trynatalktou FOR BEING THE BEST BETA I COULD’VE ASKED FOR. THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO HER!

Summary: Time stops, or so it seems. Vincenzo is petrified, beautiful statue of a man turned into stone. Her eyes follow the high bridge of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw and the curves of his slender hands gripping the coffee mug. Ah, she thinks. This is how Pygmalion fell in love with Galatea.

listen to this spotify playlist while reading if you want to suffer

Cha-young doesn’t dream that night; she barely sleeps 5 hours before she finds herself knocking on Vincenzo’s door at 6 am. She can’t help it, being in a room just underneath his, so close after all those years apart. Yet, she doesn’t want to show him mercy. She’s here to torment him, the way his absence had tormented her for years. Maybe she wasn’t thinking clearly, maybe she probably shouldn’t seek him out first, or at all. 

In reality, Cha-young knows damn well that she’s trying to find an excuse to be with him, not that she would ever admit it to anyone. 

So there she is, pounding on his door at 6 in the morning. He stands there, wearing one of his expensive pyjama sets, dark circles sitting under his eyes. She can’t quite tell if she’d woken him up or if he hadn’t slept yet.

“Did you even love me?”, she greets him. Good morning is overrated anyway. 

He sighs, letting her through. “You know that.” 

“No, I don’t. I don’t know anything anymore, Vincenzo.”

She stops in her tracks, the world suddenly spinning around her. He’s standing behind her, a mere arm length away. She’s stuck in his gravitational pull, a planet orbiting around its sun. The sharp sensation of her nails digging into her palms is enough to get her moving. She sits on the couch, the same one she’d sat in just a few hours ago. 

“I did. I do.” He clears his throat, looking away. “Love you, I mean.” 

She nibbles on her lower lip, trying (and failing miserably) to ignore his use of the present tense. He loves her, still. She shakes her head. 

“Well, you seemed to be living well without me.”, her expression turns sour. Was it love to hope he’d grieved her loss as much as she had grieved his? 

Vincenzo finally settles in the chair facing her, running a hand through his hair. “There was a point where I wasn’t sure… I wasn’t sure if I would make it.” He winces. “During that time, my only salvation was knowing each day brought me closer to death.” He looks at her, gaze so intense it pierces right through her heart. 

She scoffs, “And I’m the dramatic one, huh?” 

That gets a laugh out of him, and suddenly they’re back where they first started, complicit smiles and knowing looks - them against the world. 

“Coffee?” he asks, eager to keep up the pleasant atmosphere. There’s still a lot that needs to be said, but she relaxes her shoulders, welcoming the lighter turn their conversation is taking. 

“Yes, please.” 

He busies himself with the instant coffee, that same yellow brand he’d gotten hooked up on while they worked together. “So what have you been up to, exactly?” 

“Jipuragi Law Firm just opened a new office in Busan, things are going well. It’s nice, we get to help people who need it. Probably not as exciting as being in a mafia war or whatever.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he gives her a cup of coffee and sits down next to her on the couch. There’s a safe distance between them, but there’s no point trying to shush the deafening beat of her heart. “Your father would be proud of you, Cha-young-ah.”

“You think?”, she sips on her coffee. She looks up from her mug, only to find him examining her face. His lips curl in a soft grin, and Cha-young thinks that maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be so bad if she kissed it. 

The loud ringtone startles her out of the daydream, and she’s not sure if she’s supposed to be annoyed or thankful. She picks up the phone. “Mmh. Okay. See you soon,” she drags out the last word, using the endearing tone she reserved for those closest to her. Mr. Kwon, her assistant, was asking her to eat breakfast with the team. 

“I have to go.”, she tells him, getting up from the couch. 

He takes her mug from her, “I didn’t realise you were here with someone.” 

She hears it loud and clear, in the way he fakes nonchalance and keeps his voice cautious. He’s asking her if she’s with someone and part of her wants to reassure him that No. There is no one else beside you. But then she thinks of the countless times where she’d cried herself to sleep, memories of them echoing into her mind and his absence carving a hole into her heart, and she can’t help herself. He had wounded her fatally and it was her turn to injure him. 

“Mmh.”, she’s not lying, technically. She’s there with someone, with people actually, just not in the way he means. 

Time stops, or so it seems.Vincenzo is petrified, beautiful statue of a man turned into stone. Her eyes follow the high bridge of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw and the curves of his slender hands gripping the coffee mug. Ah, she thinks. This is how Pygmalion fell in love with Galatea. 

The empty mug drops to the ground and the spell is broken. Brought back to life, Vincenzo collects the shattered pieces of the cup, and of his heart, too. “Is he a good person?”. Unlike me, he means. 

Cha-young has to remind herself that he deserves this, that this is his fault. “Mmh”, she repeats. “He is.” 

He’s back to the coffee station, his back to her. “I’m happy for you.”, his voice is tight. 

“Thank you.”, she’s almost at the door when she stops. “Maybe...Maybe we could be friends.”

He turns around, finally facing her. The distance between them, from one side of the room to the other, feels insurmountable. 

“Perhaps. If that’s okay with you.”, he answers. 

She doesn’t know what to say, so she stays silent. Is it possible for them to be anything else other than a tragic ending? 

“Perhaps. If that’s okay with you.”, he answers. 

She doesn’t know what to say, so she stays silent for a while. Would it ever be possible for them to be anything other than a tragic ending? 

She finally settles on a simple, “See you around.” An open ending, then. 

She’s cursing herself out the moment she leaves the room. What was she thinking? Cha-young had just lied to Vincenzo about being on holiday with her imaginary boyfriend. No, she corrects herself, she had simply misled him and he should’ve known better. 

She could picture it already; his aggravating smirk, raised eyebrows and insufferable “Oh, is that so?”, after she’d have to inevitably come clean. If only she hadn’t been so impulsive. Vincenzo would figure out her motivations the moment she’d admit to the lie; she wanted to see him jealous, to make him think she was doing better without him, that she was over him. He would see through the façade she had worked hard to maintain. 

Flushing at the thought of the colossal humiliation she would suffer, Cha-young scolds herself. Focus. This was a war that she needed to win. Like a general preparing for battle, she squares her shoulders and summons her most loyal soldier.

“Hey, it’s me. I have a favour to ask. Can you be my boyfriend for the next two weeks?” 

<>

At 37 years old, Kwon Ji-hwan considered himself to be a resilient man with a good head on his shoulders. In the four years he has been working for Ms. Hong, carrying out tasks outside of his job description was far from rare. Those included, but were certainly not limited to: picking her up after she’d drunk too much, infiltrating a yoga class to seduce a corrupt official’s wife, impersonating a law enforcement officer and hijacking an ambulance. In Ms. Hong’s vocabulary, a “favour” almost always meant something illegal. Despite her… methods, Ji-hwan enjoyed working for her greatly. The hours might have been long but the satisfaction of winning against the odds of powerful corporations made up for it. Also, the pay was really good. Still, as used to her antics as he was, he would’ve never expected her to ask something so absurd of him. 

Sitting there, in Ms. Hong’s hotel room (which, by the way, was way nicer than the regular ones she’d gotten for her employees), Ji-hwan cannot believe what he’s hearing. 

“Let me get this right,” he says, adjusting his glasses with his index finger. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of your ex, who you’re obviously still in love with even though it’s been FIVE years—” 

“Yah!” 

“—because you want to make him jealous. Did I miss anything?” 

“That pretty much covers it.”, his boss replies, not even bothering to look ashamed. He looks at her, shaking his head. “So, will you do it?” 

He sighs, “What did this guy do to you for you to be so hung up on him after all this time?” 

He was not expecting the sorrow on her face as she answered, “He was there for me during the worst times of my life. We went through hell and back for each other. And then, one day, he left without saying anything.” 

“Wait, just like that? He didn’t even break up with you?” Ji-hwan raises his eyebrows. 

“Nope”, she accentuates the ‘P’. “He simply wrote ‘Live well.’ on a napkin and I never heard of him again. Until now.”

He scratches the top of his head, “What a fucking jerk.” She laughs, it’s rare to hear Ji-hwan swear. Finally, he rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’m in.”

“Yes, I knew you wouldn’t let me down. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She’s doing her little victory dance now, shaking her hips in the least graceful way possible. Like every time his boss convinces him to blur the line of what is morally acceptable, Ji-hwan is regretting this already.

“If I said no, you would have threatened to fire me anyway.” 

“You know it.”