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crystalninjaphoenix · 2 years

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Taking Action

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Fifteen

A JSE Fanfic

Sorry for posting this a day late, I got busy with some family stuff. Ended up forgetting to queue it and not having time to post it yesterday. But it’s here now! Onto the summary. After last night’s close call with some King’s scouts, Jackie wants to finally make up with Marvin but isn’t sure how. Meanwhile, Chase has more dreams that spur him on to do something. He also has some questions for Jameson. Enjoy the reading :)

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The sky overhead was heavy with clouds, the sort that looked like they would bring about a storm at any minute. Most of the other Phantoms had elected to stay inside their tents, anticipating rain, but Jackie was out at the combat field. He was the only one there, save for the straw dummy that he continued to hit with his swords, practicing the same maneuver over and over again. A sword jabbing at the dummy’s straw face, a sword sweeping the straw legs, a sword slashing across the straw stomach.

He’d been doing this same move for so long that the cloth cover was actively torn across the stomach. When he slashed again, straw and dust burst outwards. Jackie hurriedly backed up, coughing. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed that. Nobody had. So he sighed, and put the wooden practice swords back on the rack.

This training wasn’t just to get better at the maneuver. It was more like stress relief. Jackie had been up all night worrying over what to do. When he finally woke up this morning after getting little sleep, he still hadn’t decided. So he headed out to the combat fields to get his mind in order. And now, after a couple hours of hacking at the dummy, he’d finally come to a decision.

Jackie half-ran across Wyvernlair, cutting through the gaps between bones in several spots as shortcuts, until he reached the cliff face the dragon skeleton rested near. There, he slipped behind a hanging canvas sheet and into the infirmary cave.

During gloomy days like this, the cavern seemed darker than usual. It was still rather bright, with the multitude of dangling lanterns providing more than enough light, but the shadows were a bit more pronounced. The infirmary cave was almost empty, except for a couple people huddled around one of the beds.

Jackie inched closer, saying nothing until he was right next to the bed as well. “Um...so, how’s he doing?”

Marvin was still asleep. His dark hair was spread out on the pillow, a contrast to the paleness of his face. The other two around the bed, Henrik and Jameson, looked up at Jackie. “Well, he seems fine,” Henrik said carefully. “Nothing has changed since he was brought in last night.”

Jackie nodded absentmindedly. “Right. H-he said something like...‘I’ll wake up in a day or two.’ I...don’t know what that was all about, but...Anyway, has the fever gone down?”

“That faded after only an hour.” Henrik pushed back his owl mask and rubbed his eyes. Judging by the dark circles under them, he hadn’t slept much last night either. “I think he is now just exhausted. That tends to happen when magic-wielders use too much of their power.”

“Right.” Jackie looked at Jameson, who had taken the chair right next to the bed. His hand was resting on the bed’s blankets, near the lump where Marvin’s own hand was hidden under the covers. “H-hey, Jameson. You’re an oracle, right?” Stupid question. Of course he was, don’t pretend like you don’t know. “Can you...look into the future and see when he’ll wake up?”

It doesn’t work like that, Jameson signed, glancing back at Marvin. I don’t control when the visions happen, or what they’ll show me. But if Marvin said it’ll be a day or two, then he’ll wake up in a day or two. He knows his own magic better than any of us.

Jackie nodded again. “Of...course. Sorry.” He took a few steps backwards. “I’ll just...I’ll just go, then.”

“Were you hoping he was awake?” Henrik asked. “Did you hope to say something to him?”

“I-I...” Jackie pulled the cowl of his hood up. “It was—uh, why do you ask?”

“Because you should say something to him.” Henrik said, giving Jackie a knowing look. “It has been weeks and you two have not spoken to each other. I know you want to. So why don’t you—”

“Well, uh, look at what time it is? I—I have to go...talk to...Holly and Lukas.” Jackie backed up. “Just, um, tell me when he wakes up, alright?” Then he turned around and hurried out of the cavern.

This whole thing was stupid, and Jackie knew it. Why was he so afraid of talking to Marvin? Why did he care so much? It didn’t make sense, given how cruel they had been to each other during that last argument. They should never want to speak to each other again. But...they had been friends before that. Friends for years and years. So...maybe Jackie was holding onto that. Hoping that the Marvin he was friends with was still there, under that angry, harsh exterior. He had seen a glimpse of him last night, when Marvin used up all his magic to shield the whole camp from the King’s scouts.

Maybe if they spoke again, they could make up for everything they said. But that couldn’t happen while Marvin was asleep. Jackie was relieved that he didn’t have to confront him right away. And...he was ashamed of that relief.

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Chase had never been here before. But it was so familiar.

The full moon and stars overhead. The rows of flowers in full bloom. The neat trees and trimmed bushes. The cobbled path lined with wooden benches. He was in the garden again.

By now, he knew this was a dream. Or, rather, a draísling—a dream given to him by some sort of magical creature. But he was unable to act on that knowledge.

Even when he saw the golden-antlered deer, he couldn’t speak to it, couldn’t ask it why it was sending him this draísling. He opened his mouth but no words came out. The deer nodded slowly, as if acknowledging his attempt, but then it turned and looked towards the distance, telling him his questions were less important than this goal.

Chase could see the stone well in the distance. He wondered what would happen if he tried to walk away from it. But every time he tried to go in any other direction, his feet wouldn’t move, remaining stuck to the ground. Only when he headed towards the well was he able to walk.

Just like the last times he dreamed, he felt an invisible force pushing him back—like wind. But he pushed against it, struggling against the flow. He got closer to the well...closer...closer...

And then he heard a noise. It stopped him in his tracks. The draísling had always been completely silent before. Eerily silent. In fact, now that he thought about it, he had never even heard his footsteps in this dream. But now, there was a distant, irregular sound.

It was coming from the well.

And upon realizing that, Chase woke up to the sound of rain falling on his tent.

He looked around. Everything was the same as he’d left it last night. Just like every other time he had the dream—or, rather, draísling. Chase sat up straight, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He’d fallen asleep in his clothes last night, and half considered not changing now before deciding it would be better for him if he did.

Once dressed, he peered out the tent flap at the drizzling rain. It probably started pretty recently, judging by the lack of puddles. Nobody was out and about...except for a distant figure in a bright red cloak. Jackie.

Chase closed the tent flap again. He grabbed his hat, put it on, and after a moment of hesitation, picked up his deer mask and put that on as well. He told himself it was because he didn’t want his face to get wet in the rain. But part of him knew that was a poor excuse. His mind still lingered on the draísling.

He stepped out into the rain. “Jackie!” he called, and started running over to him.

Jackie stopped, tense, but relaxed once he noticed Chase. “Hi. Good morning,” he said.

“Yea, good morning.” Chase came to a stop next to Jackie. “Hey, um...what was the name of that town again? The one where—where there was a large group of travelers passing through? Travelers who were probably from my old town?”

“Miryfern,” Jackie said. “Why?”

“I-I...” Chase took a deep breath. “Jackie, I’m tired of waiting around. It’s been a full season, and I’m no closer to finding my family. I’m...I’m really happy that I’ve been able to help with, um, the fight against the King. But...I’m worried about them. And I keep having these dreams, these draísling, and I can’t help but feel I need to do something. Even if going to find my family isn’t what the draíslings want me to do, I have to take action, I can’t just stay in this camp forever.” He waited with bated breath, expecting Jackie to shut him down and say there was no time for a quest like that.

But instead, Jackie nodded. “I...I understand. You’ve been waiting for a lead to come up, and now that you have it...well, I’m not going to stop you. But I am going to ask you what your plan is.”

“Oh. Right. Of course you’d want to know.” Chase hadn’t thought that far ahead, having basically just come up with this idea. But he was able to scramble together a vague plan. “I was thinking about going down to that town, Miryfern, just to ask around and see if I could get any more information from them. I know other Phantoms already asked a lot of questions, but I want to try myself. Then I’ll see if I can figure out where the King’s warriors took the village people. They headed east, I remember that, so they probably stopped at a lot of towns along the way. If I search for a while, I’m bound to put together a trail of some sort.”

“That’s a good idea.” Jackie looked thoughtful. “Are you...going to do this on your own?”

“Well, uh...if others want to come...they can,” Chase said slowly. “Why? Do you want to...?”

“I don’t know if I can,” Jackie admitted. “I mean, Henrik and I have always agreed that one of us needs to stay at Wyvernlair—or, we’ve always agreed that ever since Wyvernlair was created.”

“Because you’re the leaders,” Chase mumbled. “Right.”

Jackie gave him a small smile. “I’d like to come, really. But it sounds like searching for your family will take a long time. And I...don’t want to leave right now.” He paused. “But...if you’d wait a little bit, we might be able to find others who can come. Like...” His voice became quiet. “Like Marvin. He was going to leave...anyway.”

Chase looked at Jackie. It was hard to read his expression, given he was wearing his mask, but the way he fiddled with the hem of his chainmail shirt gave away his emotions. “You don’t want him to leave?”

“No, I just...don’t want him to leave with things as they are between us,” Jackie said, still quiet.

“Oh Elders, what even happened between you two?” Chase sighed. “You keep alluding to saying horrible things, are you sure they were really that bad, or is time making them seem larger than they actually were?”

Jackie laughed bitterly. “No, Chase, trust me, the fight between Marvin and Henrik and me was that bad.” He glanced around. They were somewhat near the dragon skeleton, so Jackie maneuvered around the tents, gesturing for Chase to follow, until they reached a spot in between the dragon’s spine bones. “It...it started out as an argument about what to do about the King,” Jackie said in a low voice. “Marvin wanted to kill him, Henrik and I didn’t.”

“I remember,” Chase said, matching Jackie’s volume. “You’ve said this before.”

“Well...it...grew from there.” Jackie took a deep breath. “I don’t remember who said what first. But I do remember it began with us jabbing at each other’s statuses. Did you know Marvin is from a noble family?”

Chase’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “Which one?”

“I don’t think I should tell you. He doesn’t like to announce it. But my family is a lot, you know, lower, and Henrik’s work as a traveling doctor also put him somewhat low, though not at my level. I called Marvin stuck-up and unable to handle anything, he called us rude and unable to understand society. Then from there it got even more personal. At some point Marvin said I had the attention span of a squirrel and was twice as excitable. Which, well, not wrong, but it was worse in context. He also said something about Henrik that’s probably too personal for me to say, and I decided to dig the hole even further with some low blows about how Marvin is feytouched—”

“He’s what?” Chase asked, confused.

“You’ve never heard of it?” Jackie asked.

“No.”

Jackie laughed a little. “I hadn’t heard of it before knowing Marvin, either. I think it’s something that nobles care more about than us commoners down here.” He nudged Chase playfully.

“Okay, but what is it?” Chase asked. “Oh, wait, is that something else you shouldn’t say?”

“It’s probably alright,” Jackie said. “Being feytouched is not a bad thing. It’s a...sort of...mentality? Not an illness, just a...difference, a...oh, I’m not good at explaining. The point is, Marvin is feytouched, and his family wasn’t fond of him because of that, so my remarking on it was...hurtful.” Jackie looked down at the ground, ashamed. “And the fight just continued to get worse. The last thing I remember was I called Marvin heartless, and Henrik called him soulless. Marvin said that at least he wasn’t brainless, directing it at Henrik. I got...I got so angry, so much angrier than I had been, and I punched Marvin right in the face. Made his nose bleed. And Marvin spun around and stormed off.” He shook his head. “I...was still angry after that. I was angry as recently as this season, but...when I heard the King was going to execute him, I knew I still had to help. Seeing Marvin again reminded me how furious I was, but...then he magic’ed himself to exhaustion to help us and...somehow, I’m not mad anymore. But...will he believe me when I say that?”

Chase reached out and rested a hand on Jackie’s shoulder. Jackie jumped a bit, glanced down at the hand, then looked back up at Chase. “Oh, um, sorry, we were talking about your family. I-I didn’t mean to take over the conversation.”

“Well, considering I didn’t even say all that much, I don’t know if that counts as a conversation.” Chase grinned. “It’s alright, though. I can tell this is something you’ve needed to say for a while. Happy to stand here and listen.”

“Are you going to tell me to talk to Marvin, too? Like Henrik?” Jackie asked. “Because I know I should, I just...don’t know how to go about it. And Marvin’s still asleep, anyway.”

“How long is he going to be asleep?”

“Um...probably a day or two, according to...himself.” Jackie shifted on his feet. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, that sounds like a lot of time to plan out what to say,” Chase said carefully. “What about...writing it down? Or something? People who can write do that, sometimes. In letters. Write a letter, but instead of sending it to Marvin, read it to him when he wakes up.”

Jackie stared at Chase. Then, with no warning, he leaned forward and hugged him. “Chase, you are a genius.”

Chase laughed awkwardly. “I’m not. I just...had an idea.”

“A genius idea!” Jackie leaned back and smiled at him. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it! Thank you so much. I-I’ll do exactly that. And I’ll make Marvin listen to it when he wakes up. He...might be an ass about it, but I’m going to make him do it anyway. In a...calm, not-angry way.” Jackie still looked nervous, but the newfound purpose had bolstered his courage. “I’ll go do that now.”

“Glad I could help,” Chase said. “Where is Marvin anyway?”

“He’s in the infirmary,” Jackie gestured vaguely in the right direction. “I was just there. You can go see him if you want. Henrik and Jameson are there, too, if you’re looking for either of them.”

“No, I...” Chase trailed off. “Jameson,” he said to himself, brow furrowing. “...huh.”

“Chase?” Jackie tilted his head to the side. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I...I was just thinking about something.” Chase took a step back. “I think I will go to the infirmary. Um...we can keep talking about my family later, okay?”

“Alright,” Jackie said. He was a bit confused, but shrugged it off. “I’ll probably be in the skull all day if you need to find me.”

“Got it. I’ll see you later.” Chase turned around, leaving the bones of the dragon behind as he circled around camp and headed towards the infirmary cave.

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“Ah, Chase! Hello.” Henrik’s voice greeted him when he pushed aside the canvas flap and entered the infirmary. “Good to see you.”

“Good to see you, too, Henrik,” Chase said automatically. “How’re you doing?”

“I am well.” Henrik was sitting at the back of the cavern, going through some drawers. “Getting some work done while I am here. And you?”

“Doing fine.” Chase scanned the row of beds until he spotted the one with Marvin. Jameson, sitting next to the bed, looked up at Chase as he approached.

Chase dragged a chair over to the opposite side of the bed and sat down. He glanced across at Jameson, noticing how he instinctively leaned back and shrank a little, anxiety dawning in his expression. It probably wasn’t a good idea to immediately jump into why he was here, so Chase turned to other matters. “How’s Marvin?” he asked.

“He seems fine,” Henrik said from his position at the back of the cave. “But I am keeping an eye on him just in case.”

“Good.” Chase nodded. “I ran into Jackie. He said Marvin probably won’t wake up for a day or two. Is that true?”

“Most likely, yes,” Henrik answered. “I am no wizard, but I know enough to tell he is exhausted.”

“From using so much magic, right,” Chase muttered. He’d never personally witnessed an overuse of magic, given how few magic-wielders there had been in Hilltown. But he knew that using too much of it could sap a magic-wielder’s energy. Mostly through the story of the sorcerers’ duel between twins Fionna the Fair and Wendelyn the Wise; it was said their sorcery was so powerful it had shaped mountains and rivers, but after it all both sisters had collapsed and slept for seven days. “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Not much,” Henrik said. “There are no witchcraft spells that could help; Nemet and I have checked. The most we can do is make sure Marvin has his focus nearby. I have heard that will help wizards recover.”

Chase looked down at Marvin, noticing the thin chain that hung around his neck. No doubt his amulet was resting against his chest under the blankets. “Oh. I see.”

Silence fell, broken only by the clink of glass bottles and Henrik continued to look through the drawers. Chase lifted his eyes to Jameson, who hurriedly directed his own eyes away from Chase. “Hey...Jameson?” Chase said softly. “I...have a question.”

Jameson glanced at him, then away again.

“Do you...know something about me?”

And Jameson stiffened. Just a little, for less than a second and barely enough to be noticeable. But Chase was watching for it. Why would you think that? Jameson asked slowly. We never met before the day you threatened me with a knife.

“You’re not going to distract me by bringing that up,” Chase said. “And we don’t have to meet to know things about each other. Especially when...well, you know.” He paused. “I don’t want to push you about anything. I know you don’t want your visions to be...used. But if you did see me, I would like to know. There’s...a lot of uncertainty in my future that I want resolved.”

I don’t think a vision will help with that, Jameson said. I know there are a lot of stories about people going to oracles for advice, but in my experience, you’re not always going to get what you look for. Wouldn’t it be better to not know?

“Maybe,” Chase admitted. “But I’d rather have something to hold on to.”

Jameson looked at him, his expression oddly intense. Are you absolutely sure?

Chase nodded. “So...did you see me?”

After a moment, Jameson leaned forward, resting his elbows on the bed’s mattress and his head in his hands. He took a deep breath, then looked back up at Chase. Let’s talk about this somewhere else.

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The rain was falling steadily, so they went into the storage room for shelter. The canvas stretched across the dragon’s ribs easily kept out the water. Jameson sat down on a wooden chest. Chase glanced around, then dragged another chest over so he could sit across from him. The lantern light in storage was not as bright as in the infirmary, so they were surrounded by deep shadows and the mysterious, hidden shapes of stored items. “I think we’re alone,” Chase said. “If that’s what you were worried about.”

Chase. Jameson spelled out his name in hand-speak, being sure to draw his attention. I need you to understand that visions aren’t certain.

“I’ve heard that.” Chase nodded. “I don’t think there’d be so many stories about defying fate if it was impossible.”

Do you believe in fate? Jameson asked.

“I...I don’t know,” Chase said, surprised at the question. “I never really thought about it.” He gave it some consideration, then shook his head. “That’s too complicated to come up with an answer right now. Do I think some things were meant to happen? Yea, in some way. Do I think we all have a single destiny? No, I don’t think I do. Why? Do you?”

Absolutely not, Jameson immediately said. Whatever gods are out there, be they the Elders or the Sisters or the Forger Themself, they don’t care to shape our lives. There is no purpose.

For a moment, Chase was stunned into silence. “I can’t say I agree with that,” he said slowly. “And I didn’t expect something like that from an oracle.”

I only speak based on what my own life has taught me, Jameson said, smiling sadly. And I can’t believe that it was meant to happen that way. His smile faded. But we’re getting away from the matter. Chase...what made you think I’d seen you in a vision?

Chase went silent as he pulled his memories to the front of his mind. “There were a couple things. When I talked to Henrik and Marvin about the dreams I was having, you kept looking at me strangely the whole time. And when we first ran into each other, you looked like...like you recognized me. But I’d never seen you. And a few other small things like that. Mostly it was a feeling, I guess.”

A feeling. That’s fair enough, Jameson said thoughtfully.

“So.” Chase shifted, getting more comfortable sitting on the chest. “Did you really see me?”

Jameson hesitated. Chase wasn’t surprised to see him nervous, but it did make him nervous in turn. At the end of summer, he said, hands moving slowly, I had a vision. It...involved...a man wearing a deer mask. I knew he came from the mountains, and that he was thirty years of age. That happens often, that I get extra knowledge that isn’t present in the vision itself. But...I didn’t know anything besides this. You’re right, I did recognize you when I saw you. Though there were some differences, I knew it was you.

“Oh.” Chase’s eyes were wide. Even though he’d suspected something like this, it was another thing altogether to hear it confirmed. “What...what was the vision? Was I doing something important? Were there other people? Was I hurt? Were they hurt?”

Jameson leaned backwards. I...don’t think I should tell you.

“What? Why not?” Chase leaned forwards in turn. “Does the future change if you tell me?”

It might, it might not, that’s not the reason why.

“Then what is? Your visions show the most likely future, right?”

Yes, the most likely future at the moment.

“So has it passed? Will it not come to be?”

Please stop asking me about this, Jameson said. His hand-speak was small, his shoulders raised defensively.

Chase leaned backwards. Guilt sank into his heart. “Sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

Jameson nodded. He slowly lowered his guard, placing his hands in his lap and saying nothing more.

“I...I’ve been worried about my family lately,” Chase admitted. “I thought that maybe...”

I would have seen something about them? Jameson finished. I’m sorry, Chase. I can say that your family wasn’t in that vision. I didn’t know about them.

“It’s alright.” Chase rubbed his eyes. “Last night, I had another draísling. It must have spurred me on or something, because I woke up and wanted to go find them. I just talked to Jackie about it, actually, he had a possible lead that I want to go check out. He also suggested that I waited a bit so that others could come with me. Like Marvin.” He looked back at Jameson. “Would Marvin want to go with me? I’m not going to make him, but I won’t lie, it would be nice to have a powerful wizard helping me.”

Jameson pursed his lips. I’m not sure. But you know what? I’d like to join you. He gave him a small smile. I feel...it is the least I can do. You’ve been so kind, teaching me to speak in hands and all. If I cannot see your family, I could help you find them.

“Oh.” Chase pressed a hand to his chest where a warm feeling was growing. “You don’t have to. It might be dangerous. W-we might go into areas where the King has a strong hold.”

Though a flash of fear crossed Jameson’s face at the mention of the King, he quickly shook it off. I’ve been thinking about it all night. Marvin was very brave when he used all his magic to shield the camp. I...would like to be brave as well. Like I used to be.

Chase reached forward and rested a supportive hand on Jameson’s shoulder. He stiffened, but didn’t pull away. “I think you’re already pretty brave.”

Jameson smiled. Then, after a bit of hesitation, he said, Chase, do you mind if I ask you a question?

“Go ahead.”

How do you make the masks?

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The rest of the day passed uneventfully. The rain prevented most Phantoms from leaving their tents, but it cleared up in time for dinner. Chase helped clean up the dishes afterwards, while listening to Jackie go on about how Henrik needed to take better care of his sleep—apparently the doctor had stayed up all night and day, and Jackie had only managed to convince him to lie down just before dinner. Afterwards, Chase went for a walk in the forest around Wyvernlair, then retreated to his tent for the night.

And the moment he fell asleep, he had the draísling again.

Chase looked around the garden, taking in all the details of a place he’d never been in his waking life. Was this even a real place? Or was it a creation of magic? Did it matter which it was?

The deer stepped in front of him, its golden antlers gleaming in the moonlight. It stared at him with dark eyes, then turned to look at the distant well.

Chase nodded, and began walking. The force he pushed against felt stronger, somehow, but he continued to struggle, one slow step at a time. He’d been walking against this tide several times now, he knew what to do. The well grew closer. By now, he could make out some detailing in the stone bricks that made up its walls. They were not all the same color, but rather various shades of gray and brown. One had a crack that split it down the middle.

And there was that sound again. That irregular sound, coming from the well. As he heard it, he felt the force increase, and he almost staggered backwards. But some part of him knew that if he took a step back the dream would end and he would wake up. So he gritted his teeth and stepped closer...and closer...and closer...

He grabbed onto the stone brick wall of the well. It felt like the force was going to knock him over at any second, so he braced himself and held tight to the wall. Now that he was here, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to wait? Was something going to come out of the well?

No, nothing was coming out of the well except for that sound. That...somehow familiar...sound...

Chase leaned forward, peering into the well. It seemed to go on forever, disappearing into shadows. The sound echoed up from the depths. The sound...the sound...

It wasn’t just any sound.

It was a voice.

And then Chase woke up.

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onewithnomightypowers · 3 years

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Old Habits

pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

summary: Old habits come back when you meet an ex lover after a long time. Conversations feel like you never stopped talking to them. Sometimes you have to see them one last time to say goodbye like you mean it but most of the time it doesn’t go as planned.

warning: drinking

words: 2.1k

a/n: could be read as part 2 of last kiss but is a stand alone. got a bit poetic at the end. hope you guys like it. and as always, love reading your opinions/reactions. also asks are open. (gif not mine)

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'@tomholland2013 posted a story'

She picked up her phone to open Instagram. Yes, Y/N still had notifications on for his account even after they were broken up for months. Classic Tom.

He posted two of the same picture on his story. No one understood how that would happen almost every time, not even the people working at Instagram to whom they contacted about the glitch.

Tom had his hair slicked back, standing in a white t-shirt next to Harry, his brother, giving a million-dollar smile. They were holding a clapperboard together. There was text on the picture too, 'day 1 let's go!!' She smiled to herself. Just because they weren't together doesn't mean that she wasn't allowed to feel happy for his achievements. Even though she wishes to know all these big things from Tom himself she is, unfortunately, left here, watching a small part of his life flash in front of her for less than thirty seconds.

"Are you listening?" Hope, Y/N's date said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You were saying?" Y/N placed the phone back where it was resting, next to the cold wine bottle.

"You seem distant," they said.

When she 'met' Hope (she only really met them 30 minutes ago), Y/N wasn't looking for love, just sex, and that is what online dating specializes in. She hoped Hope knew what they were signing up for, sexual intimacy and nothing else.

"It doesn't matter does, does it? We both know what we are here for. Why not just cut the chase," Y/N replied.

It was early in the morning, the sun had yet to shine in its full glory. Y/N could only think of the first time she stayed over at Tom's old apartment but then she turned her head only to find Hope's naked body next to her. Her heartbeat accelerated with the realization that he was not hers anymore. Being in a foreign environment didn't help her growing anxiety, twisting and turning her intestines.

It's been four months, her feelings for Tom refuse to quit on her because she knows she could never quit on them, on him, even if he has. He probably has already found someone else in Canada, she thought. She didn't want him anymore but she still needed him, one last time just to teach her stupid heart how to say goodbye.

Y/N wore her clothes and picked up her shoes, going on a trail to find Hope's door to get out before they wake up. Climbing down the stairs, she took out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.

'5 new messages from Sam' 7 hours ago

Sam: hey

Sam: ik it's late

Sam: I am going for a run tmr morning @6

Sam: do you wanna come?

Sam: will go to the new coffee house near my house after that

Y/N texted him back

Y/N: I'll meet you at the coffee place

Sam: come fast. already here

Sam and Y/N were standing in the queue to place their orders. “You look especially shitty today,” Sam said, running his right hand through his sweaty hair.

“I haven’t been home yet,” Y/N reasoned her appearance.

His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. The person in front of them left the queue, they moved towards the counter. “One hazelnut latte, double shot with skimmed milk,” Y/N gave her order.

“And you?” the cashier’s question directed to Sam.

“I’ll have a matcha latte with oat milk”

Sam turned to Y/N, “Harrison got me on matcha, and now I can’t go back to coffee”

They paid their dues and moved over to the barista counter to collect their order.

“So, what were you doing last night?” Sam inquired.

“I was on a date, it isn't a big deal though. Just had some needs to take care of”

“Oh, was it any good?”

“It was fine. I was distracted the whole time. Saw Tom’s story about halfway into the bottle of merlot. Couldn’t stop thinking about him”

“Seems…sad. But you know Tom is coming back for the Christmas weekend, I think. He might attend Harrison’s Christmas eve party”

“One hazelnut latte and one matcha latte,” someone behind the counter screamed.

“That’s us,” Sam raised his voice.

Harrison had a bucket inside his house, under a sign that said 'drop your tracking devices here' with an arrow pointing to the bucket. Y/N dropped her phone on a pile of roughly fourteen others. Debating whether to see Tom's face was something she wanted or not made her late and not very fashionably.

The house was decorated with empty liquor bottles along with red and green streamers from one wall to another. Everyone was drunk in their best dress. There were no signs of Tom yet. Y/N took a deep breath, walking towards the kitchen to get herself some liquid courage to help her socialize.

The kitchen was rather scarcely populated. Empty glasses were lined up next to the sink. Are they clean or used? Bending down, Y/N opened the refrigerator to see if Harrison had any chilled wine. No luck. "Hey," a familiar voice was heard.

She looked up at the familiar stranger.

"Hey Tom," she smiled. The refrigerator light falling on Y/N made her blush visible.

She grabbed a half-cut lemon placed in the egg tray.

“How have you been?" Tom asked leaning back on the kitchen counter, observing her movements.

Y/N walked towards the sink to grab herself a crystal glass hoping for it to be clean. "Just busy with work these days"

"I heard you got a job at Condé Nast, is that true?" he took a sip from his beer.

"Well, you heard right. You are looking at their new senior brand manager for digital", she said proudly.

Tom hugged her from the side she was holding a knife to cut the lemon for her gin and tonic. "That's great darling! You always wanted to work there"

Darling. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering like the first time she met Tom.

"I saw your story the other day. You started filming your script, right?" she dropped the lemon in the glass.

"Yup, it was a long time coming," he grabbed the knife she was using and washed it without even knowing. He was so used to Y/N never washing utensils after using them and, he would always have to clean up after her.

"Congrats on that babe!" The word 'babe' just slipped out of practice.

Y/N grabbed a Bombay Sapphire standing still on the marble slab. The blue of the bottle shinning even in the dim-lit room.

"I missed you," Y/N made eye contact, screwing the cap back on. A long, silent pause.

I miss you too, so very much

She cleared her throat, "so, how long are you staying?"

"Going back Monday morning"

She opened a can of tonic water.

"Are you seeing someone?" Tom asked.

"Wouldn't you wanna know" a smirk on her face grew. "I've been out on few dates, nothing serious. What about you?"

"Met this girl online, dated for a bit but, she wanted something I couldn't give to her"

Y/N scoffed, "did she have a foot fetish or something?"

"No, Y/N. She wanted love, not my feet" they both laughed.

"On that topic..." Tom calmed himself, "...I was listening to this song a few weeks ago and, there was this line, 'the smell of your hair reminds me of her feet' and it made me think of you"

"I reckon," she took a sip of her gin and tonic.

"No, seriously, I really related to that line. No matter how many people I hook up with, it will be hard to find the type of intimacy I shared with you. I still relate to it"

"I hate going on walks alone and having faceless dreams," Y/N blurted, lacking a proper reaction.

"You're still the face of all my fantasies," Tom confessed.

None of them knew what to say next. Anything they thought of saying now included walking over the blurry line of exes to lovers.

"You look pretty"

"Classic me, had a glow up after getting my heartbroken"

"You always looked this pretty. You are beautiful," Tom assured her. The 'heartbroken part did not sit well with him. He already felt guilty for taking a job across the pond which was a great opportunity for him to grow but was only possible by severing his ties with Y/N.

It had just started snowing on Boxing Day. Tom was alone in his cold home, boiling a pot of ramen noodles. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the burning stove with the pot on top.

Tom: *attached photo*

Tom: I come back after months and my family leaves me alone with no food

Y/N: you should add a poached egg

Tom: Thanks. I shall.

Tom: I think I made too much ramen for me

Tom: do you wanna come over and share?

Her indecision was visible by the coming and going of the gray dots. Then finally, Tom could tame his anxiety by her simple reply.

Y/N: sure.

There was a loud knock on the door. Tom put two bowls of hot ramen on the dining table and went to open the door. Behind the door, Y/N was standing with her hands inside her brown checker coat. There was dust of snow sitting on her shoulders. Her braided hair was made by the most anxious hands in town.

The door opened and, Tom’s hands flew to take Y/N in his arms. They hugged like little kids hug their parents after being away from each other, for them, an eternity. It did feel like an eternity to them too but, they hadn’t forgotten each other’s touch.

“I parked my car at the church, couldn’t find any spot here ‘cause of the snow," she pulled out.

“The snow seems to be gaining momentum.”

Y/N hummed in agreement. She took off her coat and hung it in the Holland’s coat closet.

“Come on, the ramen is getting cold,” she followed tom into the kitchen.

They sat adjacent on the wooden table in comfortable silence. Tom used chopsticks and, Y/N used a fork. Only the occasional noodles falling in the broth were heard, along with the gushing of wind.

“It’s really spicy for me,” Tom said.

“Yeah, I can see your ears turning red.”

She still remembers

Y/N raised her hand to cover her mouth while yawning.

“Since you made the food, I’ll do the dishes,” she got up, grabbed their bowls, and walked over to the sink.

Wearing the gloves, she turned to Tom, “it was quite tasty”.

Tom gave her a smile.

She spread the soap on the dishes and turned the tap on. Tom pushed his chair back to get up.

“Have you made any friends at your new job,” he jumped and sat on the counter next to Y/N.

“Yeah, sort of. Kyara works there too so, I have just made her friends my friends,” she washed his chopsticks.

“That’s good. Have you talked to Emily after the wedding? She told me they are planning on adopting.”

“They invited me over for dinner when they got the approval from the agency. Kyara made this amazing Hyderabadi biryani, it was her mum’s recipe so, it was obviously better than the restaurant”

“God! You and your love for Indian food”

Y/N removed her gloves, “I should go. Thanks for the ramen, by the way”

“Are you sure you can go out in this weather?”

“Yeah I think," she started walking out of the kitchen.

Tom grabbed her hand. “Stay”, his voice was like cotton.

Y/N turned and made contact with his pleading eyes. She moved closer to him. “Please”, he said. They both were inching in to lock their desperate lips.

Y/N did not notice when she had fallen asleep talking to Tom. Their naked bodies were covered by the white comforter. Her eyes slowly opened to a boy with brown eyes and messy hair looking at her.

“I like it when you sleep. I love watching you sleep”

She chuckled. “That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think?” She had a sleepy voice.

“You look so serene, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I could stare at you for eons”

“But love, I'm only here till the snow settles,” she caressed his cheeks.

“Then the cold shall frost our limbs," he leaned in to kiss her.

tags: @elios-timotea

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #spiderman #marvel fanfiction #marvel #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spider man #spiderman x you

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sanderssideswriting · 3 years

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ship: prinxiety, background intrulogical

genre: fluff

warnings: swearing, like one sexual innuendo, very breif mention of murder (as a joke, this is fluff after all)

summary: Radio AU where Virgil runs the 11-1 am radio on his college and every night someone calls to complain about his music selections and request disney, and Virgil never plays disney.

Virgil sat in his swivel chair and put on the headphones “sup bitches I’m back and this time with like three monsters because finals are a bitch and sleep can suck my dick. The first song of the night is Lotta True Crime by Peneople Scott. Why? Because I say it is that’s why.” Virgil put the song on and worked on his final project as the songs played.

The phone rang and Virgil groaned and checked the number. This dick again. He picked up and put it on air since people seemed to love listening to him and disney guy argue.

“listen asshole if you want to listen to Disney so fucking badly then apply for a spot and stop calling me.”

there’s a laugh “how about you just play some disney then? if you do I’ll stop calling. Because your music taste sucks.”

Virgil rolls his eyes “bitch apply for an opening and have a disney hour. And let me listen to my music, because not everyone loves fucking disney.”

“Well many people do so why not play one song.”

Virgil snorts “first no, and second if I had to I’d make everyone regret it and play let it go.”

“Let it go is great!”

“bye bye Princey, stop calling”

Virgil hung up “and since Princey called you know what we’re playing? MCR because I know he hates it. So this one’s for you princey, up next after this ad because this place needs money. By the way if you’re not a broke bitch donate because this job is like kinda decent and I like making you all listen to the music I like. Blood by MCR is up next” Virgil played the ad and leaned back in his chair.

“Why do you take his calls if you know he’ll just be annoying?” Janus asks in class.

Virgil shrugs “since it started I get more listeners which is good for the station.”

“I think it’s funny, cause you two have cute pet names for each other, princey and emo nightmare” Remus says.

Virgil elbows him “they’re not pet names.”

“they are,” Janus says, moving so Virgil couldn’t elbow him.

Roman waits to dial the number, he had to admit he sort of enjoyed his and emo nightmare’s conversations, who refused to reveal his name or grade.

At first they’d been annoying and he’d genuinely complained about all the emo music and asking to play disney but it’d soon become a nightly ritual, that had very quickly ruined Roman’s sleep schedule.

He dialed the number “seriously, why all the emo music, emo nightmare?”

“you just answered your own question princey, why the obsession with disney songs princey? See? Sounds fucking stupid.”

Roman sighs dramatically “you wound me emo nightmare. But seriously what’ll it take to get you to play ONE disney song?”

“a hundred grand, that’s how much the station needs to keep running, do that and I’ll play ONE disney song.”

“four.”

“Three songs and a hundred and fifty grand, fifty grand per song. final offer. and I get to pick the songs.’

Roman nods “deal,”

“oh and, you have until the end of finals to get the money donated, and I’ll make the gofundme, not you.”

That’s like a month and a half away Roman thinks I’ll have enough time. “sure thing emo nightmare.”

Roman’s emo hung up. He smiles like an idiot.

“Why not ask him out? it’s clear you’re fond of him” Roman’s roommate Logan says from his side of the room.

“ask out a guy I don’t even know the name of? yeah sure” Roman snorts.

“what? Scared you’ll be rejected? I cannot believe I’m saying this, but Roman I am getting more dick then you have been ever since you started talking to your radio boy.” Logan says in an even tone.

Roman pretends to gag “you don’t need to tell me how much you and my brother have done it Logan, you two being together is enough for me to want to bleach my eyes.”

“you’re no better whenever you’re going out with someone, or even hooked up with a slightly above average guy.”

Remus barged in “Loooo I need help studying.”

Roman stood up “that’s my queue to leave.”

Remus watches Roman go “so what where you two talking about?”

“oh you know, he’s still calling the campus radio station to ask for disney songs” Logan says.

“Wait, Roman is Princey?” Remus asks, he starts laughing

“Yes? You didn’t know?”

Remus cackles “no! oh this is great! My best friend Virgil does the 11 to 1 radio, he’s Emo Nightmare and Roman is his Princey”

“We could set them up, Roam is so lovesick, I swear he’s head over heels for him and he hasn’t even met Virgil” Logan says.

Remus gasps “this is why I love you! Of course we’re going to set them up.”

Logan and Remus came up with a plan, they’d invite Roman and Virgil to a study session and then never showed up, leaving Virgil and Roman to wait.

Virgil puts on his headphones and starts loudly playing panic at the disco and reading over his shitty notes.

Someone taps him on the shoulder “hey can you turn the emo shit down, I’m trying to study and it’s really loud.”

Virgil turns it down a bit “that good?”

he nods “yeah, where you also ghosted for a study session?”

“Yeah I was, my best friend and his nerdy boyfriend where supposed to help me study, they probably forgot all about me.” Virgil says.

“Logan And Remus? Remus is my brother and Logan’s my roommate” Roman says.

“Yeah, well since we’re both here we could study together if you want” please say no please say no.

“Sounds good!” Roman says.

Fuck.

Virgil and Roman studied for awhile and Virgil very slowly started warming up to Roman. “ah shit I have to go, see you round I guess” Virgil says packing up his stuff, he wanted to have some alone time before his shift.

“ok Bye Virgil,” Roman says packing up, he had to go do his own thing, which would probably end up becoming a quick nap before his emo nightmare started his turn being the radio host.

Virgil sat in the chair “what up bitches, so far the goal has 10k, so no disney tonight, or ever because this is on a time crunch and 150k is a fuck ton of money for broke college students. And now onto Fuck you by Lily Allen. Why? Because she’s underrated and because I said so.” Virgil played the song.

Virgil got the call around 12:30 “you’re calling later then usual princey, and no, no disney tonight.”

“Oh I was just about to ask. And also I was asking how to find the gofundme.”

“It’s on the UCLA radio website, can’t miss it. Now let me do my fucking job” Virgil hung up and played MCR as was tradition.

What he didn’t know was Roman recorded the phone call and posted it everywhere he could anonymously and waited.

Virgil checked the go fund me in the morning “it has fifty k already?! What the fuck? Princey what did you do?”

Virgil waited for the nightly call “Hey what the fuck how is the goal at sixty k? How the fuck princey?”

He laughed “I asked the internet for help, I think most of it’s from tiktok, you’re going to have to play disney emo nightmare”

“fuck you princey and your stupid obsession with disney.”

“you have an obsession with my chemical romance and Brendon Urie”

“name three other artists I play on here then bitch.”

“Mother Mother, Lily Allen and as of late Derivakat” Roman says without hesitation.

Virgil was speechless for a second, then hung up. “fucking bitch, you guys know what time it is” he played Teenagers.

A week and a half passed and the funds had slowly been going up, and Virgil and Roman’s calls continued nightly as usual.

Virgil and Roman met up a few times to study for finals, sometimes with Remus and Logan, sometimes without.

the goal just barely missed the end of finals. Virgil smirked “No disney today, or ever because you people missed the goal byyyyy” Virgil checked the go fund me “three thousand dollars. I’d say better luck next time but there won’t be a next time.” he chuckled. The phone rang and Virgil picked up, knowing it was Princey.

“oooh too late princey no disney songs during my shift.”

“you might want to check the gofundme one last time my dear emo nightmare.”

Virgil refreshes the page “first of all, I’m not yours bitch second- what the fuck, how?” the goal had been met.

Roman laughs “play the disney emo. Play. The fucking. Disney.”

Virgil could tell he was gonna gloat so he hung up.

Virgil grumbles and gets the disney queued “ok fine the goal was met, so time for my suffering, I have queued Fixer Upper from Frozen because it’s a shitty song with a shitty message. Make a man out of you because I like Mulan and for everyone’s inconvenience I have How Far I’ll Go so have fun with that stuck in your head.”

Roman was a bit insulted when Emo nightmare hung up on him, so he called him back once the songs had ended “wasn’t so hard was it?”

“for you maybe, it was for me,” Virgil hung up and blocked the number.

Over the Summer both Virgil and Roman found themselves missing their talks. Roman so much so he applied for one of the newly opened spots for the next semester from 2-5 pm.

Virgil drove onto campus at 4, putting on campus radio and was met with disney. the song ended and the new host spoke “and I hope everyone liked that, up now is a short commercial break.”

Virgil nearly swerved off the road and pulled over and called the station.

Roman picked up. “Hey what the actual FUCK?” Virgil says as soon as he does.

Roman laughs “oh how the tables have turned Emo Nightmare”

“I hate you, I fucking hate you what the actual fuck princey”

he laughed more “You yourself said that working here is nice, and there was an opening, so I took it. You should be happy, I mean now I won’t brother you about playing disney.”

Virgil frowned “yeah yeah, whatever princey have fun with that.”

“oh I will emo nightmare, I absolutely will.” Roman hung up feeling happy in a way he hadn’t felt all summer.

Virgil unpacked his stuff in his new dorm, he was a little pissed but also excited. Maybe he and princey would finally meet face to face. Why am I excited about that? I hate him, at the least he annoyed me every day for months, but he did raise a bunch of money. Even if his disney obessed ass is super annoying.

Roman walked in at 6 “hey Virgil, I’m guessing you’re going to be my roommate?”

Virgil looked up from his laptop “I guess, don’t take my monsters from the fridge and we’ll be golden, or blast disney 24/7″

Roman chuckled “what do you have against disney?”

“Micky Mouse killed my parents in front of me after I said that Merida was my favorite princess.” Virgil said dryly.

Roman chuckled “that’s why I dedicated my life to the mouse.”

“That’s why I swore to get my revenge on the mouse.”

“I won’t blast disney 24/7 but you can’t blast your emo music.” Roman says

Virgil snorted “dude I have the worst anxiety I don’t even own a speaker. so you don’t blast your music, I won’t blast mine and we’ll be fine.”

“Deal,”

Roman called that night like always and Virgil was ready “aww Princey, did you miss me that much?”

“not really, but I’m still trying to get you to willingly play a disney song.”

Virgil rolled his eyes “you know what, it’s a new year, time for a new leaf, I’ll humor you princey and play a disney song.”

“wait really?”

Virgil queued up Mad At Disney “no.” he hung up and the song started.

Virgil and Roman went back to their usual routine of lowkey flirting with each other during Virgil’s shift, and sometimes during Roman’s.

They where getting along well as roomates but hadn’t figured out that they where each other’s Princey and emo nightmare.

Somehow he and Princey had gotten into an argument about if Cruella would be a good or bad movie. Roman had hope it would be, Virgil wasn’t so convinced.

“Princey, she is a completely evil character, she can’t be redeemable, she shouldn’t be. She wanted to make puppies into a coat, that’s fucked up. There’s no black and white she’s bad and that’s that.”

“Maybe if you gave the movie a chance!”

“fuck no! did you not hear what I just fucking said?”

“then how about we see it then we can see who’s right?”

“fine, I’m free at three this Satuday.” Virgil said, way too caught up in the moment.

“same, see you then emo nightmare, I’ll be by the doors waiting.”

“fine, but I’m going to be right.”

“then it’s a date!”

“I guess it is!” Virgil hung up.

he didn’t realize he’d said yes to going out on a date with a guy he didn’t even know until the next day.

The whole campus was freaking out about it since the station had blown up quite a bit because of Virgil and Roman’s nightly arguments.

Roman left early, he’d dressed up a bit, and had a disney shirt with a little crown logo on it, it wasn’t that obvious but he figured it’d be telling enough.

Virgil put on a bit more eyeliner then usual and fishnets under his ripped jeans but that was about it, he chose to be petty and waited until about 3:20 to go to the doors where Roman wait waiting.

Virgil walked passed him at first. Roman saw him “emo nightmare?”

Virgil stopped “are you fucking kidding me?” he got a few glares from parents. “You’re princey? my fucking roommate?”

“I did not plan that, but yeah I am, and you’re my emo nightmare.”

Virgil rolled his eyes “still not yours princey, come on the movies about to start.”

They exited the movie and Virgil grinned “I fucking told you it’d be bad, I told you!”

“yeah yeah, you did it was bad. Want to get some coffee?”

“sure, I’ll pay,” Virgil said casually.

Roman grinned “I’ll win you over one day my emo nightmare.”

“stop begging me to play disney music and maybe you will.”

#roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #sander sides #prinxiety #roman x virgil #roman sanders x virgil sanders

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youaremysamshine · 3 years

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So I wrote a thing! A whole thing! If you want to read some mostly-angst about Sam’s feelings directly post-Gadreel, then maybe think about reading this? I’ve posted it below and on AO3.

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Sam is reeling after he has kicked Gadreel out. He never wants to lose time again - unfortunately, his body needs sleep.

Post 9.10 "Road Trip"

----- The first night is easy. Tired as Sam is, the fear and pain and disorientation far outweigh any exhaustion, and despite promising Cas he’ll try to get some rest, he never considers actually going to sleep. The idea is absurd. So yes, on the first night it’s almost effortless to avoid sleep.

The next day isn’t extremely hard, either - in terms of staying awake, that is. It’s plenty hard in other ways, of course, but a staple of Sam’s life has been the sleep deprivation, and he is well practiced in functioning on precious little. He can act awake well, and any slips are easily chalked up to his recovery from the events of the past… however long.

But Cas has now spent time being human, and so notices - where previously he might not have - that Sam needs sleep. And after his prompts have been shrugged off several times by Sam - “It’s only 10, it’s not that late...”, “Yes, Cas, after I finish this chapter…”, “Yeah, I’ll just have a bite to eat first…” - Cas all but leads Sam to his bedroom and tells him to sleep. Now.

Sam acquiesces to this command, knowing Cas won’t let it rest if he does not, but again, he still has no intention of falling into unconsciousness. The idea of sleep is terrifying. He can’t. He’s well aware his body wants to - his eyes are sore and he has been frequently yawning for the past hour - but he will not give in. Not today.

He picks up another book from his own shelves - the one he had been reading in the library had been left behind when Cas had shepherded him to his room - and settles down in his chair to read. Okay, he might be needing to reread each sentence to take in the meaning, and yes, he did just spend several minutes wondering if queue was really a word, but no, he won’t yield, this is still far better than-

He startles, jerking forward, bashing his abdomen against the desk. The book has fallen out of his hands, the noise waking him up from his split-second nap.

Alright, he concedes. I’ll just take a short break.

He sets his phone timer for fifteen minutes. Then ten. Then five. Then ten again. He lies down and shuts his eyes, but immediately gets up again, pacing the room. He cannot do this. He sits down at the desk again, not bothering to pick up the book this time, tapping his fingers anxiously against the wood. He can barely think, he’s so tired.

Go back to bed, set your timer. Lie down, just stay there. Wait. It’s only ten minutes. It’s fine, Sam. Just ten minutes. The timer goes off, quicker than he had expected, and he resets it. This will work, this might actually work. He had changed into his pyjamas earlier to placate Cas, and is pleased with the comfort that they afford him now. His eyes close, his body relaxes, finally getting the rest it deserves.

BEEP. A brief moment of panic checking where he is, that the time is right, but relief soon follows. He resets the timer. He falls back to sleep.

BEEP. Frustration at being woken up. Relief that he has woken up. Resetting the alarm.

Sleep. BEEP. Repeat. Sleep. BEEP. Repeat. Unconventional, but effective. Sam sleeps. He sleeps well.

And then suddenly Kevin is there, looking at him trustingly until his eyes burn out and he no longer can and Sam is painfully wrenched back into wakefulness, the name of the boy falling from his lips as his eyes fly open. He scrambles for his phone.

4:32

It’s 4:32. It should be 2:15. He is certain he’d last restarted his alarm at 2:05. He had been checking each time, paying close attention because he needs to know.

Oh God, 4:32. That’s two whole hours. Fuck. Anything could have happened in two hours. He can’t -- He needs --

Cas. Shit.

In a blind panic he races for the door, turning into the corridor at high speed, his hunter reflexes being the only thing that stops him from hurtling straight into the man he wanted to find.

“Sam?” Cas’ voice is laced with concern, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at Sam. But, importantly, he’s still here, still alive, nothing has happened to him.

“I just…” Sam trails off. Now that he knows Cas is alright, the need to see him has completely changed into a desire to get away, be anywhere else. Cas’s penetrating gaze and worry is not what Sam wants right now. “Toilet,” he finishes lamely, and sidesteps Cas to head to the bunker’s restrooms.

“Sam, I know you aren’t okay.” Castiel’s deep voice follows Sam down the corridor as surely as the angel does himself. Sam ducks into a cubicle and locks the door, hoping Cas will get the hint.

“Sam?”

A deep breath. Closed eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’m fine.”

He can almost feel Cas’s skepticism about that statement. “I highly doubt that, Sam. Let me help.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Sam, I sensed you distress from-” “I don’t WANT you here, Cas!” Even as he says it, he hates himself a little bit more. Cas is just being kind, far more of a good friend than Sam deserves, but right now Sam just can’t stand it. “Let me shit in peace, please,” he adds for good measure.

Footsteps, and Cas’s presence disappears. When Sam makes his way back to his room, he does not see Cas. He’ll apologize tomorrow.

4:44. Three fours. Huh, Good job it isn’t three sixes right? But you can’t get three sixes on a clock, Sam. Unless you count in military.. miltry.. mil-i-ta-ry time? No, don’t be stupid. That only goes up to twenty-two - no, wait, twenty-four? But does it ever reach twenty-four… Oh, crap, I really, really need to sleep.

4:45. Only one more hour until. Until what? He was going to say until he can get up, or at least, pretend to get up, and go about yet another normal day, no longer needing to feign sleep. But it hits him now that he’s still going to be bone-tired.

He wonders at how he has missed this great, big, obvious fact. He’s been so caught up in avoiding sleep right here, right now, every single minute, that he’s lost the bigger picture. How long can he carry this on for? The rest of tomorrow? Until Wednesday? But he’ll have to stop at some point.

This is too big, too awful, for him to contemplate right now. No, right now he does not need to sleep. And he can continue doing that. Saying no. He’s good at saying no. He just needs to keep on, just keep on, Sam.

The next hour goes as slowly as the last two had gone quickly. Eventually he judges it a suitable time to leave for the kitchen to get coffee. He’s thought of how to apologize to Cas, reworded it several times, a good distraction from anything else in his head.

The kitchen is empty. He still stops every yawn, stifles every urge to rub his eyes. Cas will not get a chance to send him back to bed. The coffee helps, a little, and the second one even more. Cas walks in as he is sipping his third. Sam can’t read his expression. He instinctively lowers his eyes, looks away from Cas, then realises this could be seen as rude, and looks up again. He doesn’t want to hurt Cas more.

“Hey, Cas.”

“Good morning Sam. Did you sleep?”

Sam notices that Cas missed off the “well” that usually accompanies the end of that question. Cas really knows him.

“Yeah, thanks.” It isn’t exactly a lie. Sam is fairly certain he had fallen asleep for those two hours, and that has to count for something, right? He quickly plunges on, needing to put the apology out there as soon as possible, and ends up stumbling over his words in his haste.

“Look, Cas, erm- I’m really sorry about pushing you off last night. I’m not really sure why I acted like that but yeah, it was- I shouldn’t have.”

“Thank you, Sam,” Cas replies simply. “I was worried - and I was wondering if this morning you might be wanting me to leave properly, to give you your space.”

“What? No!” Sam stands up, needing to ensure Cas does not think that necessary. “No, that’s not at all what I… Well, I mean,” he bites his tongue and thinks about his words. “If you want to go, of course, I don’t want to be the thing that stops you, but no. I was just tired and, well, like you said, not okay last night. I want you to stay here, of course I do - that is, if you want to stay here?” He’s looking at Cas cautiously, hopefully, but is suddenly convinced that of course Cas will leave, everybody leaves.

“My wish is to stay here with you,” Cas says. Sam lets out an involuntary sigh of relief.

“You look surprised,” Cas comments. Sam is taken aback at how easily Cas can read him.

“Yeah, no - I… You don’t need to, like, look after me, or anything. And I was horrible to you last night.”

Cas frowns. “But I want to look after you, Sam Winchester. You’ve suffered a great deal and that needs to be put to rights. I am your friend. As for last night - I understand that you were tired; you have now apologised, and it is forgotten.”

Sam stares and nods his head, a little unsure how to react to Cas’s words. “Thank you,” he manages to say, quietly, and Cas’s gentle smile suggests that he might be aware of everything else Sam means beyond the two words.

Cas walks slowly towards Sam, raising his arms somewhat awkwardly. “If you would like,” he says, “the hug we shared yesterday was rather comforting, and I would like to give you that again.”

Unbidden, Sam’s mind snaps back to their first meeting. “The boy with the demon blood,” Cas had called him, then. He marvels at how far Cas has fallen, to be here, now, with him, but selfishly he closes the gap, and allows himself to be hugged. It’s the best he’s felt in a long while.

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A second part may happen but probably not. Subscribe over on AO3 if you’re feeling lucky :P

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a-libra-writes · 5 years

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Unexpected - Tywin x Reader

Hey yall! Im really sick with a cold, so I haven’t been able to get to the Imagines +Alphabets Instead I’ll post this requested fic, and I’ve got two more fics in the queue for the next few days while I recover.

This wasn’t exactly as requested, but I really enjoyed writing it!

Incoming: Fighter!Reader and Tywin having their meet cute and bond over being sick of other people’s shit.

Every inch of her body protested as she untied the dirty shirt and slipped it down to her arms. A squire had helped her out of her armor and padded gambeson, and she put on a strong face for that, but upon reaching the maester’s tent she nearly collapsed.

There were voices and scattered chaos outside, but she held her dizzying head and tried to focus on the maester’s instructions. Her strong facade finally fell when he gently pressed his fingers to the ugly black and purple bruises forming on her chest.

“Not broken,” The haggard man said. He looked as worn as the men she saw leaving his tent.

She hissed and cursed, but had no energy left to flinch away. Thank the gods, she assumed the worst when that blow knocked out all the wind she had in her lungs and toppled her backwards. Damned Northmen. She threw herself to her feet soon enough, but the pain wrenched a scream from her everytime she cut through a foe.

The maester began cleaning a more pressing wound on her arm. It wasn’t her dominant hand, another stroke of luck.

The gods give and take, she thought bitterly. The cut on her arm did not trouble her near as much, nor did the slice on her leg. She carelessly tore her breeches for the maester so he could wrap it. Her modesty wasn’t even crossing her mind.

Instead, she asked the maester, “Have you tended to my lord father, or seen him? He is of House Lydden, our standard has the badger.”

The maester’s weary eyes only looked up from his work for a moment. “I have not, my lady. House Lydden is not amongst my patients.”

The bitterness and anxiety began to creep up her stomach, touching at her throat, becoming an uncomfortable bile. Of course not. She was the one who broke formation, who left her father and their knights.

I thought the old man could handle himself. I would only be gone a few minutes, then I’d return to him -- stupid, reckless girl --

She could still see the way her father’s arm snapped backwards, as if he were in front of her again. She still heard his scream echoing through his helmet, and the way his strong body crumpled back. She was able to lunge forward, fight off his attacker, but the real fight was leaving his side. She couldn’t stay and help him, cry over him, hold him. She had to keep moving, it’s what he always told her.

He would teach her the sword, her lord father said, but she had to learn to be hard. Soft hands and soft hearts made for softer blows.

The maester must have noticed her stormy thoughts. The fatigue on his face lessened as he gave her a soft smile. “Your lord father is a known knight, and fine warrior, my lady. Doubtless you will find him when the camp gathers.”

She nodded, but the dark thoughts continued. Even if I do, what condition will he be in? That was his sword arm. He may never hold one again.

She should have been there to watch his back, and their men. She should have, but …

Kevin Lannister led their host, nearly 10,000 men strong and composed of other houses, not just her own. When the chaos of battle reached its height, the neat formations began to break, and she noticed her commander was surrounded. Even if she had lost her own horse, she threw herself into the defense, allowing him to ride to safety.

She did the right thing, she knew, but the anxiety still twisted at her. She asked the maester, “May I leave now?”

“You would do well to rest here, my lady. You should not be walking with that wound.”

“I can make it to my own tent and rest there,” She said stubbornly, even though she wasn’t sure where her house had set up their war tents. The maester was ready to protest, but a commotion outside pulled away both of their attentions.

There was the noise of horses and clinking armor outside the tent, not the sound of wounded men groaning as they were carried in. A squire opened the tent flap, and a tall, armored man entered.

The maester instantly bowed his head. She followed his gesture after a brief moment of shock. “My lord.”

When she looked up, the squire was taking his helmet. She found his eyes in an instant, a striking green that only looked bolder against his fine gold armor and the splash of blood that dried on his cheek.

“I understand it was you, Lady Y/N of House Lydden, who came to my brother’s defense.”

“Yes, my lord,” She said. She’d heard him speak before, but that was to crowds of people, swaths of armored men. In such a small tent, in close proximity, she could hear just how deep and commanding his voice was. She was determined to keep her own steady.

“300 armored men, yet a stray soldier was the one jumping to the task. He wanted to know your name.”

Her mind scrambled for a response. “You spoke it true, my lord, and you have honored me with a visit. Might I ask why?”

While the unwounded and surviving soldiers outside the tent were already beginning to celebrate victory, their liege lord’s manner was steady. Take the fanciful armor away, and you would never guess he was returning from battle, save for an unmistakable glow in his eyes. She was sure that wasn’t just the candle light.

“Your father has relinquished his command to you. He was one of my strategists, so in his place, you will join the war council tonight.”

A wave of emotion washed over her, slowly ebbing away the pain but bringing in a new motley of feelings. Regardless, she nodded. “I understand. I will serve well, my lord, as he did.”

Lord Tywin’s eyes glanced up her body. He turned to his squire. “Find her proper clothes before the evening sets in.”

The young squire hastily opened the tent flap for him and bowed. “Yes, my lord.”

When they departed and the tent clothes, she felt her body sag on instinct. All the warmth seemed to have left the room, replacing it with a comforting chill. She released a breath and instantly regretted it, wincing at the pain in her ribs.

Then she winced again as she flinched. Gods be good, nearly her whole upper body was exposed in front of her lord paramount. She hastily tied her shirt back. The damage was done, but at least she could keep herself covered in front of the camp.

“It seems you cannot stay here even if I wish it,” The maester said. She had almost forgotten he was in the room.

“I’ll return if my wounds take a turn for the worst, I promise. Thank you for your help.” Her promise felt silly as she uneasily stood on her bad leg. The pain began to dissipate as she walked, not because it felt any better, but because her mind was spinning, replaying the conversation.

It had been a short talk, but she kept going over what he said, the way he stood, the way he looked at her -- well, she was just imagining that last part. She hastily pushed aside her exposure and focused on finding her house’s tents.

As was commanded, a set of fine clothes were brought to her tent, in addition to her set of newly cleaned armor. She raised her eyebrow at the dress - presumably, what she was expected to wear. She sighed and put it on. On one hand, it was irksome that she couldn’t wear a doublet and breeches, on the other, she was grateful to not have to don the armor. Her body was still aching from the morning battle, and a skirt was easier on her wounded leg.

The wartent was just as impressive as it was the last time she saw it. The canvas was a bold crimson that was lit up from the inside, making it glow in the night, with embroidered gold lions on the side. Tywin’s squire recognized her and allowed her inside with a courteous “good evening, Lady Lydden”.

As expected, several of the lords gathered at the table stared pointedly at her. Some recognized her, most didn’t, and it was Kevan Lannister crossing the room that quieted any protest. He offered his hand. “I owe you a great deal of thanks, Lady Lydden.”

“I was merely doing my duty, Ser Kevan.” The gratitude was unexpected, but welcome. Kevan led her to an empty seat, only two seats down from Lord Tywin, she realized. Was this truly her father’s seat? She ignored the other lord’s gazes, but she could feel how confused and indignant they were.

Lord Tywin began the discussion. Even after a heated battle, a victory, he would not rest. The young wolf had surprised him. She listened to the talks and strategies the men threw out, interjecting when she felt the need to provide her own knowledge. Some lords ignored her, others gave her pointed retorts. It seems only Ser Kevan was responding to her favorably, and she had yet to have a chance to respond to Lord Tywin, until now.

“We will need a smaller host to stay in the center, and go where is needed,” Ser Kevan said, pointing to a map and moving several figures. Banners of various houses were attached to small stone-carved knights, representing their forces.

“They will need to be swift riders, with a keen awareness. Whichever side begins to crack under pressure, they’ll be there to relieve it.” Lord Tywin said. He looked around the table, expectantly.

She met those green eyes as she leaned forward. Close as she was, it was as though she were speaking directly to him, not addressing an entire war council. “My lord, I have some of the finest riders at my command. I can lead two or three hundred of them -- the rest will replenish whichever hosts have lost the most men.”

There was a loud scoff behind her. She turned sharply, recognizing the source at once. Of course, Ser Amory Lorch. “It is so … refreshing to see enthusiasm in a … lady such as yourself, but such an important task should be left to one with experience.”

Lord Leo Lefford leaned back in his seat and adopted a tone that was better suited to addressing a child. “I agree. I was at the center of today’s battle, my lady. Surely you understand our soldiers will not be eager to obey your commands, no matter what they may be.”

“They will listen,” She retorted hotly, the pain in her wounds and worry for her father creating a bite in her voice. “My orders would be coming from our liege, Lord Tywin. To disobey me is to disobey him... Surely they understand that?”

The men around the table did not immediately respond, falling into an uncomfortable silence that made some of them shift in their seats. Ser Amory obviously wanted to argue, but now it was a matter of what their commander would say.

Her father taught her to meet men’s gazes, to not demure and look away. Her mother taught her to straighten her posture and keep herself tall, never shrink and simper, even if they tried to make her feel small. Their lessons helped her become who she was, and she looked upon Tywin Lannister’s green eyes again.

Just like at the maester’s tent, the room felt smaller and warmer than it had moments ago. It was foolish to say time crawled, because it didn’t. She just breathed a little slower.

“Lady Y/N’s host will lead in the center. They’ll be supplied with the best mounts, after the vanguard has had their pick.” Lord Tywin said, and gestured to his brother. Ser Kevan placed a figurine with House Lydden’s banner, and just like that, any room for argument was over.

It would be unseemly to smirk and gloat, so she’d do it in the privacy of her tent, or perhaps when the next battle was over. For the next hour, her contributions were received with noticeably less ice, save for Ser Amory. She became engrossed in the meeting, not noticing how the man sitting just two seats away was taking note of the certainty in her voice and the strength of her conviction.

Some ladies flourished in court, some in marriage, some in solitude. It was obvious where this one’s talents lied.

She hadn’t even noticed how the hours passed, especially once wine was poured. The council was dismissed and Y/N tried to subtly finish off her cup. She didn’t get fine vintages like this often, and her aching ribs thanked her for the alcohol.

She set it down once she realized she was being watched. “Pardon, my lord. I don’t often have the luxury.”

“I imagine you’ll need it to sleep.” Tywin said. His goblet was still half-full, and she wondered if it was still his first cup. She hadn’t been paying attention. “Most men would’ve yielded from that wound.”

She touched her chest, feeling pain from just the brush of her fingers. “My ribs are not broken, my lord, and besides, I’ve never yielded to any man.”

“Is that so? I believe it.”

Why was there amusement in his voice - was she imagining it, and the way his eyes looked lighter? Why couldn’t she stop looking at them? Desperate to look at anything else, she realized the other lords had shuffled out of the tent, even Ser Kevan. The only one left was a servant clearing the table.

She stood from the war table and slid her chair in. It would hurt less to curtsy, but she wouldn’t do such a thing. Perhaps if she were leaving her lord paramount at a feast or gala, but this was her commander. She bowed her head and kept her posture rigid, ignoring the pain that shot up her spine. “I’ll speak with you at the next council, my lord.”

“That you will, and louder than tonight. The likes of Ser Amory and Lord Kenning are hard of hearing, and not half as clever as they think. They need a reminder of what I expect in this army.”

His flippant tone brought a slight smile to her face. “I’ll gladly speak loudly and slowly for them. Rest well, my lord.”

#asoiaf #tywin lannister x reader #tywin lannister #libra fics #idk yall i tried lol imma go back to sleep #my ass has just been sleeping and dying all day

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dimitrescus-bitch · 5 years

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Anniversary (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Smut.

Today was going to be perfect. You had woken up with a text from Leah telling you that she’d stop by after practice so that the two of you could get breakfast together. You looked at the text and got ready with enough time to get yourself a cup of coffee before Leah arrived. Leah looked absolutely gorgeous and the kiss that she greeted you with had put more of a pep in your step than your caffeinated morning beverage.

“Morning love,” Leah said sweetly. “Happy anniversary.”

“Happy anniversary,” you said and Leah pulled you into a hug. Leah grabbed one of your thicker jackets before she helped you into it. The two of you stepped out of your apartment together and began to walk towards the restaurant where Leah had reserved you a place for breakfast.

“I have something for you,” Leah said and you gave her a look. The two of you had talked about gifts for your anniversary a month before and you’d told her that you wanted to exchange them at night. “This is just something small. I’ve got tons of little things for you leading up to the big one. They won’t seem like anything compared to what you’re getting tonight.”

“I’m going to open this and there’s gonna be diamonds because nothing with you is ever small or simple,” you said and Leah couldn’t argue with that. Leah handed you over a small velvet box and you opened it to find a very extravagant tongue stud in it. “Leah, this looks like it costs more than my rent.”

“Not for long love,” Leah said and you sighed. You kissed her and she smiled against your lips.

“I love it, thank you.” You gave Leah one more kiss and then stopped to change out your tongue piercing for the new one. Leah took a couple of pictures of you before the two of you had reached the restaurant and after she had ordered, you watched her post them. “I didn’t get you anything for the day. I thought we agreed that we weren’t going overboard.”

“No, you said you didn’t want to go overboard on the first one. I stayed quiet because I might have bought half of everything a month and half ago,” Leah said with a slightly nervous smile. “I’m sorry, but I kept seeing things that made me think of you and I couldn’t stop myself. I know you don’t mind it that much though, you love it when I spoil you.”

“Ugh, I hate it when you’re right about things like this. I’m making it all up to you later,” you said and Leah just hummed. “I’m serious, this is already a weekend’s worth of whatever you want.”

“I mean, a test drive with the new jewelry would be nice after dinner tonight.” Leah bit her lip and looked you up and down. You groaned slightly, but couldn’t react more than that because the waitress brought your food. Leah didn’t even let you see the bill and then she took you to the next part of your day together. “We have a couple small stops before we get back to my apartment.”

“You could drag me anywhere and I wouldn’t be able to complain,” you said with a completely serious face. Leah kissed your nose and all of the seriousness dissolved right there. The two of you went on a walk through the park where you had your second date and Leah had another surprise for you. “Leah, this is the opposite of small.”

“I know, but it’s beautiful,” Leah said as she wrapped her arms around you from behind. There was a mural on the side of a building near the parking lot of the park.

“If we ever break up, I’ll never be able to come to this park again,” you whispered and Leah chuckled.

“As if we’d ever not be together.” Leah turned your head towards her and leaned her forehead against yours. The two of you took it in some more and then she moved you along to the next thing. This one was more of a snack run for your movie marathon that you’d be having in the afternoon. Once the two of you were home, she locked the two of you in her bedroom. “Somebody is coming over with a surprise for you and I need you to stay in here until it’s completely ready. I’ll leave you about 10 minutes before we have to get ready.”

“Okay,” you agreed and Leah sat you down on the edge of the bed. You watched her pull several bags out of her closet and place them in front of you. “Leah, you spoil me.”

“It’s my job,” Leah said and you could have argued with her, but you didn’t. She let you wait to go through it all and started your first movie. It was some stupid comedy that neither of you had seen in years. She curled up in your arms and you played with her hair until she fell asleep. You finished that movie, but fell asleep halfway through the next one on the queue. Leah’s alarm woke both of you up and she apologized to you as she left you. “I’ll see you in 20.”

“In 20,” you said and Leah ran out of the room before running back in.

“Forgot about this,” Leah said. She got an outfit out of the closet for you and then left again. You changed and got yourself a little dolled up before Leah came back to get you once again. Leah was dressed in a beautiful dark red dress that absolutely took your breath away.

“You’re gorgeous,” you said and Leah chuckled at you.

“Thank you.” Leah blushed. She took your hand and led you into the dining room. Fairy lights had been strung up all throughout the hallway and around the apartment. There were candles lit at the dining room table and two plates sitting on the table. Leah had made your favorite meal and gotten out the nice alcohol for your date.

“A lot went into this. Everything today has been perfect. Thank you Leah,” you said and Leah kissed your hand as she pulled your chair out for you. “Such a gentlewoman.”

“For now,” Leah winked and you blushed. Leah seemed a little nervous over dinner, but you decided not to bring it up. It was probably about postponing the games and whether or not there would be enough time for you to make them up. After dinner, Leah brought out a very expensive looking cake and a new bottle of champagne.

“You’re trying to get me drunk,” you joked. Leah rolled her eyes as she poured you a glass. “I’m sorry I didn’t do more for you today.”

“It’s fine because if I’m honest, the fact that you let me take care of you is more than enough. I love being able to take care of you and I can’t wait until you’re not the only person I have to take care of in my life. I love you so much, more than I thought I could love someone and I’d like to take the next step in our relationship. Y/n Y/l/n, will you marry me?” Leah asked as she took off her necklace. You hadn’t noticed the chain and she had the ring tucked into her dress. There was a hopeful look in her eyes and you realized then and there why she had been so nervous during dinner.

“I absolutely would love to marry you,” you replied and Leah took the ring off of the chain. She slipped it onto your finger and pulled your face in for a kiss. Her lips were soft against yours. She broke the kiss and took a drink from the bottle of champagne. You kissed her this time and could taste the expensive drink on her tongue.

“Let’s get me out of this dress,” Leah said with a predatory smirk. You nodded and followed her back into her bedroom. She brought her hands up to where the zipper on her dress started and you slowly unzipped her dress. Your lips trailed down her spine as she shrugged the dress off. You stood back up fully and turned her around so that you could kiss her. She sucked your bottom lip in between her teeth and lightly let them graze over your lip. Her hands came up to remove your suit jacket and it fell to the ground. Leah’s fingers quickly worked to unbutton your shirt and pull it out from your pants.

“Slow down a bit,” you pleaded with her and she complied. Your hands roamed over her body and pressed into the soft skin above her hip bones. Both of you began to walk back towards the bed and Leah fell back onto it with a light giggle. She pulled you on top of her and then rolled both of you so that she was on top of you. You sat up and met her lips in a playful kiss.

“I want you,” Leah said and you nodded.

“I want you too,” you whispered against her lips. Leah grabbed a hold of your hair and started to kiss down your neck as she ground her hips against yours. She was slowly gyrating against you and there was a bit of heat pooling in between your legs. You pulled her towards you and Leah moaned against your neck. You slipped your fingers in between her legs and teased her until you felt a wet spot on her underwear.

“Please, I need more,” Leah pleaded with you and you laid her on her back against the mattress. You crawled down her body and settled in between her legs. Leah spread her legs and laced her fingers in your hair. You kissed and trailed your tongue along the inside of her thighs before you finally ran your tongue through her folds. Leah let out a loud moan at the feeling of relief between her legs in some capacity.

Tonight, you weren’t going to make her beg. She had given you her everything tonight and you were going to extend to her the same courtesy. You slowly moved your tongue through her folds and firmly pressed it against her clit. Leah opened her mouth and let out a silent cry as your fingers entered her. Leah’s breathing quickened as the movement of your fingers in and out of her sped up.

“Just a little more baby, please. That’s all I need, just a little more.” Leah sounded desperate and needy. This was one of the few things that you felt you could provide for her. You gave her the little bit more that she needed and you felt her relax beneath you. You moved away from her and laid beside her on the bed as she calmed down.

“Before you go to sleep, I have your gift,” you said and Leah perked her head up a bit. “It’s not a lot, but I hope you like it.”

“I’m going to love it,” Leah promised you and you made a motion for her to cover her eyes. She did and you pulled the flash drive out of your hoodie pocket. You placed it in her hands and once she opened her eyes, she looked a bit confused.

“There’s a playlist on it, some pictures of us from the past year, and then a song I wrote for you that won’t be put out unless you okay it,” you said and Leah’s eyes began to tear up.

“You wrote me a song?” Leah asked and you started to get a bit flustered. “Babe, that’s so sweet.”

“Leah, there’s essentially an album of songs about you. That was just the one that I recorded,” you said and Leah pulled you in for a kiss.

“This is the best anniversary of anything I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. I don’t think I can ever manage to get the message of how much you mean to me across,” Leah said as she began to play with your hair.

“Sometimes it’s not our words that get our messages across,” you said and Leah kissed your forehead. You fell asleep in her arms with a smile on your face. No matter what life threw at you, the fact that you had Leah made you believe that you’d get through it.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #400

“it’s an age-old story: the first will be last, and the last will be kings / the small will be great, and the great will be weak”

Who was the last person you sincerely thanked? My mom; I thank her every time she cooks for me/us, and I really do mean it. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed as a guest at someone’s house? Somewhere around a month. What was the last thing to really surprise you? My brother has a fiancee and is having another son! :') Have you ever found out that you have been sleep walking? No. Have you ever tried making something from one of those short cooking videos? How did it turn out? No. Have you ever written a review for a product you bought online? No. What was the last thing you had the urge to do? Idk about anything notable. Is there anyone you feel that takes you for granted? No. What is the last thing you had a craving for? A donut. Do you ever read the comments on social media posts? Sometimes. What was the last thing you felt like you wasted money on? It's so rare that I buy things with my own cash that I really don't know. What was the last thing you wanted to buy, but couldn’t afford? Venus' terrarium on my own. Mom has to help me with buying it. What is a recipe you’d like to try to make for yourself? I don’t cook, so. What goes through your mind when you look back at old photographs of yourself? More than anything, I get sad over how much weight I've gained. I was so healthy once upon a time. It also just makes me miss my childhood. What was the subject matter of the last email you sent? I believe it was about setting up an appointment with my therapist. How do you get your news? Facebook articles, really. What do you think about lizards? I love them! I was that kid that always tried to catch them when I saw 'em. Now I just observe because I don't want to terrify them by trying to pick them up. Have you ever done consumer testing (testing products before they come out on the market)? If not, would you ever want to? No, but sure, I'd do it. Have you ever received anesthesia or morphine? Both. The time I received morphine, it did jack-all for me. If you had to choose which video game to be in, which would it be? Hmmm... I would say Azeroth from World of Warcraft, but too much shit goes down, ha ha. Perhaps the top of the temple in Shadow of the Colossus? So long as I could have someone I love with me, I'd be in Heaven. Although... I doubt there's WiFi there, so I might drop that answer, lmfao. I really don't know. Between the two, would you rather live in a place where it’s only night or where it’s only day? Day. I need the natural light of day sometimes, and if I wanted to sleep, I could just find shade. If you had to be an actor/actress in a movie, what genre of the movie would you be best at? Fantasy. Out of fire, earth, water, wind, light, and dark, which element appeals the most to you? Dark. What’s one thing that you wish was real? Friendly dragons, haha. Is there anything (show, comedian, etc.) that you constantly quote or make references to? No. What’s your favorite Disney Channel movie? I have absolutely no idea. I don't even remember almost any of them. What’s your favorite holiday? Christmas. Do you ever have to do yard work? No. Do you have any live versions of songs in your music software? Yes. Did/do you listen to Britney Spears songs? Yeah, sometimes. I genuinely don't mind her. Do you still make Christmas lists? Yeah, because I'm asked to. Do you watch the show Dexter? Never seen it. Which musical instrument do you think sounds the prettiest? I'm torn between the violin, harp, and piano. Is your mom or dad the older parent? Mom, by a year. Do you and your parents like any of the same bands/singers? A lot, actually. Is there any food in your bedroom? What? I have these tictacs I keep in my purse in case of a dry mouth. Medication makes me have that severely, and my psychiatrist recommended me to always have a hard candy available to suck on since it forces salivation. Do you know anyone who has road rage? Who? My younger sister, badly. How far away do your grandparents live from you? They're all dead, but they lived in far away states. Do you know anyone who wants to be the president one day? No. What kinds of chips are in the cupboards? None. It's a bad idea to keep chips in this house, haha. Do you have your mom's or dad's hair? Well, I was born with dirty blonde hair like my dad, but my hair is thick and more similar in color now to my mom's before the cancer completely drained the color. If you were going out with your celebrity crush, what would you wear? OH MY GOD LA;KSDJFAKLWJE I DON'T KNOW I LOOK AWFUL IN EVERYTHING. Have you ever cried when a teacher retired? Teared up, yes, multiple times. Do you swear and yell while playing video games? I might swear under my breath, but that's the extent of it. If you were adopted, would you want to know? At this point in my life, I don't really know. I kinda find myself leaning towards no. Has a best friend ever ditched you for a girlfriend/boyfriend? Pretty much. Do your pets chase after bugs? Roman sure does. When’s the last time you were so excited you couldn’t sleep? Why? I want to say that was the night before I was getting my tattoo redone. Do you own any flip-flops? Yeah, considering they're like... all I wear, ever. Did you ever really believe that the stork brought babies? I don't believe so, no. Have you ever had a dream about sleeping with a celebrity? (You don’t have to give details.) It was the only lucid dream I've ever had and I'm not complaining about it lmao. Have you ever had a dream that upset you or made you cry? Oh I'm sure. Has anyone ever told you that they needed you? Do you think they meant it? Not to my recollection, no, and I don't believe you should ever adopt that mentality and say that to someone. Do you own a laser? No. Is there anything you like to put on a sandwich, that some might find odd? Nah. I do enjoy a layer of potato chips on some sandwiches, like ham and cheese, but I know that's like an actual thing some people just like. What colour are the shoes you wear most often? They're black flip-flops. When was the last time you were required to put on a mask? In the morning when I go to the TMS office. And what colour was the last mask you wore? It's one of those normal blue and white medical ones. The last time you were in a queue, what were you waiting for? To see the woman who would give me my APAP mask. Have you had your Covid vaccine yet? Which one, if you have? Yes, Moderna. If you've had your vaccine, did you experience any side effects? None for the first shot, but my second shot bruised badly and I felt seriously shitty the following day. I was perfectly fine afterwards, though. Can any of your friends sing well? Which one has the nicest singing voice? Sara has an AMAAAAAAAAAAAZING voice. When was the last time you wore make-up, if ever? What shades/colours? I don't even remember, but I'm sure it would've been black. What is something that seems popular, but doesn't interest you personally? Fashion, various TV shows, etc... Are you clumsy or graceful? I am STUPID clumsy. Like it's just ridiculous. Do you like gloves? I like fingerless gloves. Does your sibling(s) have braces? My older sister did as a kid. Do you ever say "OMG" in person? No; it's a random pet peeve of mine, "Internet talk" irl. What was the last thing your parents got mad at you for? Dad, no idea. Mom, uhhhh. Not "mad," but "annoyed" probably better fits how she felt about me leaving the heating pad I use for my cramps on the floor. Do your pets have favorites? I'm definitely Roman's favorite seeing as he is my literal shadow, and I'd assume Venus trusts me more than anyone else, but realistically, she's in contact with almost no one else, so. Who was your first boyfriend/girlfriend? Why did you break up? The first guy to have the title of "boyfriend" was Aaron, and I broke up with him 'cuz I just wasn't as romantically into him as I thought I might be. It was puppy-dog love, and I feel I knew that. My first *real* boyfriend was Jason, who broke up with me because my mental illnesses began to affect his wellbeing. Which I now accept is fine, but he seriously coulda gone about things differently... When was the last time you got a new bed? Is your bed comfy? Late into my teenage years; idk the exact age and don't feel like doing the math. Teddy kept peeing on the bed to where it was just unrecoverable and needed to be thrown away. My current bed is comfy enough. What kind of games did you play on the playground when you were younger? My absolute favorite was digging tunnels in the sandbox, pretending to be a meerkat. The only trend I ever created, haha, seeing as my classmates got into it with me, allowing us to make huge tunnel systems. It was really cool. I also liked playing 4 Square (which I now don't even remember the details of) on the basketball court. Do you remember the first time you ever drove a car? Who were you with? Yeah, my driver's ed instructor and the guy who was on the same route as me. What’s your favorite thing to do when drunk? Would you do this sober? N/A Are you a fan of dogs? Do you have any as pets? I'm picky with dogs. I like interacting with any dog, but I don't plan on ever owning another. I don't like how hyper they can be, and I prefer more independent pets, like cats. Basically, I'll be hyped to meet a random dog on the street and give it some loving, but I don't want to take it home to be my own. Are you an elitist (even a little bit) when it comes to anything? What? No. I cannot stand elitists. Is just being fond of something enough, or does it take more than that to be a ‘real fan’? And I hate gatekeeping in fandoms even more. There are varying intensities of "being a fan," but regardless, if you like something, congratulations, you're a valid, "real" fan. What type of fabric is most comfortable for clothing? I don't pay attention to this, honestly. If you wear one – bras with or without a wire? I'll wear either, but without is way more comfortable. If you wear one – are you able to find cute bras in your size? God no. What length do you like your shorts to be? I don’t wear shorts. What was the last disappointing movie you saw? Warcraft, but not because it was bad. I've talked before how in the theater, the orcs' voices were just so fucking baritone that I couldn't understand almost ANYTHING they said. Kinda ruined the experience for me. What was the last disappointing book you read? Don't recall. Do you ever watch compilation videos? Of what? Very rarely. If I do, they're mostly of animals being silly. Favorite Disney character who isn’t royalty? Probably Dory, but idk. There's WAY too many options to fish through.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''this is the kingdom'' by skillet

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This Isn’t A Ghost Story - Chapter 1

Whouffaldi non-canon AU. 8 chapters, will be about 32,000 words when complete. Rated Mature for heavier themes in later chapters, please contact me privately if you’re worried about triggering topics. Clara Oswald/Twelfth Doctor. Mystery, pining and angst with a happy ending. Available on AO3 under the same username and title. Updates every Friday.

This Isn’t A Ghost Story

Chapter 1: The House

14 November 2014, London

There was a certain amount of irony, Clara reflected, that her first reaction was I’m going to kill him.

Her ‘special friend’ had just cost her the sale of her late grandmother’s house. Again. This had to be roughly the twelfth adorable family or nice couple that had stepped into her ancestral family home only to turn tail and run before they’d even had a chance to hear about the antique hardwood floors or the fully restored kitchen. At this point, he wasn’t even being subtle about it anymore.

The longer the house sat on the market, the fewer calls she was getting to schedule walk-throughs of the property. She was beginning to worry that word of the house’s strangeness was getting around the local real estate community. If things kept up at this rate, she was going to end up permanently saddled with an inheritance whose tax burden she could barely afford, in the form of a one hundred and thirty year old, gorgeous, sprawling, haunted house.

Clara used her key to let herself in through the ornate front door, grumbling under her breath. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the cabinets in the kitchen began to rattle ominously.

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped, dropping her purse and keys on the small table in the foyer. “It’s just me.”

The door to one of the bedrooms upstairs slammed shut.

She groaned and buried her face in her hands and counted to ten before looking up again. “Listen, I get that you’re cross with me for bringing people by, but I am beyond livid with you, so let’s skip the part where I yell and you throw things and just agree to be angry with each other in silence, okay?”

The house went quiet in a manner entirely too creepy for her liking. If not for the undercurrent of petulant passive-aggressiveness, she might have actually been scared.

Not that Clara had ever really been scared of the ghost that lived in her Gran’s house. He had never once made her feel unsafe, not since she’d first spoken to him as a small child. But the sudden silence was still unnerving.

“Well, good,” she said into the preternatural stillness, more to prove to herself that she wasn’t scared than anything else. “It’s nice to actually be able to hear myself think, for a change.”

The top step of the staircase creaked once, as if to make a point.

“Still shut up,” she grumbled.

She went about the short list of tasks she’d come to see to, putting away the food she’d set out for the potential home buyers, watering the plants, closing the curtains, and flicking on a few lamps to make the house look lived-in. Of course, she didn’t envy anyone who tried to break into the house while it sat apparently empty. At some level, a poltergeist was better home protection than a dog could ever be.

Her chores complete, Clara returned to the foyer to find her purse where she’d left it, but her keys conspicuously missing. She sighed, hands on her hips, and turned towards the cold spot she could feel forming near the foot of the stairs. He was nothing but a faint wispy outline in the direct light of the setting sun filtering through the stained glass window over the front door, but even that outline was familiar enough that Clara was able to find his eyes and fix him with a displeased glare.

“Where are my keys?” she demanded. She still hadn’t forgiven him for his behaviour earlier, and she was in no mood to play find-the-lost-trinket tonight.

“I didn’t want you to leave before I could apologise,” the ghost said, not quite meeting her gaze. His voice raised gooseflesh along her arms, as usual, but she much preferred the low rumble of his Scottish brogue to the slamming of doors and rattling of cupboards. Not that she would ever openly admit that to him.

“So apologise and tell me where you’ve hidden my keys!”

“Clara,” he said, and she clenched her teeth against the shivery reaction she always had to the way he said her name, like it had been invented just so he could say it. There were days when she lived for that rush — and many, many lonely nights, in her love-struck teenaged years — but today was absolutely not one of them.

“...Was there more to that sentence?” she asked when he didn’t go on. “Saying my name does not constitute an apology.”

He glanced up at her, looking increasingly solid as the sunlight waned. “I’m sorry I upset you. That wasn’t my intention.”

“No, your intention was to make certain I can’t sell this house, and don’t bother to deny it.”

He chewed his incorporeal lip for a moment, then shrugged. “I won’t deny it. I don’t want you to sell the house. But I’m still sorry I upset you.”

Clara sighed. “I have to sell it. You know this. And someday, someone too brave or too stupid to fall for all your clattering will decide to buy this place, and that’ll be that.”

“Don’t say that,” he pleaded, his eyes glinting blue in the gathering dusk.

“It’s the reality of the situation, so you’d best start making peace with it,” she said evenly. Another irony not lost on her: arguing the state of reality with a man dead nearly a century. “Now, where are my keys?”

Her ghost hesitated. “You don’t have to leave,” he said. “You could stay?”

“I never stay the night in this house. That was your advice to me, more than twenty years ago. No sense in breaking with tradition.”

“I think maybe I was being overly paranoid at the time.”

“And I think maybe you’re acting like a lonely old man now,” Clara snarked back.

“Alone in a house that you of all people are dead-set on evicting me from? I can’t imagine why I’d be lonely!”

“It’s not like you’re stuck here! You’re not tied to the house, you can go anywhere you want!”

“But it’s my house!”

“Keys, now!” she snapped. “Traffic is already going to be horrendous—”

“All the more reason to stay,” he said petulantly.

“But,” she went on forcefully, speaking over him, “tomorrow’s Saturday, so I have the day off work. If you tell me where my keys are, I’ll come back first thing in the morning. I still need to finish going through all those old boxes in the attic. We can spend the day working on that together, okay?”

“You’re going to drive all the way home only to turn around and come back in the morning? Why not just—”

“Or I could spend the day doing something fun with people my own age, very far away from here,” she bluffed. “Your choice.”

“Oh, fine,” he said, shoulders sagging. “Your keys are hidden in the parlour, I’ll show you where.”

“Thank you,” she said mildly, and followed him into the next room.

As promised, Clara arrived back at her grandmother’s house early the next morning, take-away coffee cup in hand. There had been a moment, whilst she stood in the queue to order, when she’d found herself thinking she ought to get two coffees, bring her ghost a peace offering to smooth over their row from the night before. Thankfully she’d realised how ridiculous that sounded before it was her turn to order, but she still felt strangely off balance as she unlocked the front door and let herself in, like she had forgotten something important.

“Hey,” she called to the empty house, as soon as she closed the door behind her. “It’s just me, no need to go rattling the hinges on my account.”

Her ghost appeared in a shadowy corner of the foyer, smiling at her shyly. “Good morning, my Clara,” he said. “You look lovely today. Have you had a wash?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to ignore the somersaulting of her heart at the way he said her name. My Clara. “Why are you being nice?”

“Because it works on you,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “And because I really am sorry about yesterday,” he added.

“Well, apology accepted,” Clara said. “And I’m sorry I yelled at you. The process of selling this place has been entirely too stressful, and I’m really starting to worry it won’t happen before the property taxes are due,” she sighed.

He ran a semi-transparent hand through the short curls at the back of his head, the ring he wore on his left hand briefly catching the light. “Yeah, about that...”

She winced. “What did you do?”

“The post came early today,” he said, voice even more apologetic than before. “I didn’t open it, but one of the envelopes has a rather official looking return address. I put it on the dining room table for you.”

She left her keys and purse on the table by the door and trudged off to the dining room, unable to contain her groan when she saw the envelope in question. Opening it, she found that he was right: property taxes were due in six weeks, the total even higher than she had anticipated. It was more than she made in a month at her teaching job. Even with the small amount she had stashed away in savings, she would hardly be able to pay it and the rent on her flat, and still expect to feed herself.

“What about the rest of your inheritance?” he asked, sounding genuinely worried.

“I put it all into fixing up this place to sell,” she said.

“Which I’ve made impossible,” he murmured.

Clara covered her face with her hands, trying not to cry and hoping he wouldn’t notice. Yes, he was the reason she hadn’t been able to sell the house to any of the dozen or so buyers who had shown initial interest. But he was also the only one in her life who even knew or cared what she was going through.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she told him honestly, still hiding behind her hands. “If I don’t pay it, they’ll just add late fees on top of that already ridiculously large sum. If I can’t sell the house soon...”

She felt a cold touch drift across the back of her hands, felt her hair stir in a nonexistent breeze, and wished, not for the first time in her life, that her ‘special friend’ was the sort of friend who could offer a hug when she so desperately needed one.

“I don’t suppose there’s a secret stash of diamonds in the attic?” she asked him, only half joking. “Or a map to buried treasure?”

“You are descended from a line of exceptionally adventuresome women,” he replied, voice sounding distant and thoughtful. “I haven’t been up to the attic in years. I don’t know what all is in there, but anything is possible.”

Clara dropped her hands from her face and squared her shoulders, not looking at her ghost until she was certain she wouldn’t spontaneously burst into tears. “Well, let’s hope there’s something up there that will help.”

The attic had never been Clara’s favourite place in her Gran’s house, cramped and dusty and full of ancient boxes that gave off a far creepier vibe than the literal ghost had ever managed to do. But on the plus side, it was also windowless, dim enough that he was able to appear to her in a fairly solid state and even move lightweight objects as though he were a real person existing in the real world.

She had removed the larger pieces from the attic weeks ago, furniture and blanket chests and trunks of old clothing, all sorted through and donated to charity or brought back to her flat, or else restored to the best of Clara’s ability and set out to decorate the house in a manner befitting its age. All that remained were boxes of keepsakes, photographs and journals and old letters, small family things that required far more of her attention to sort through.

Despite the lingering threat of the taxes due, it was a pleasant morning, sitting together amidst the papers and dust, slowly uncovering the history of her family, layer on layer, like an archaeologist digging through levels of sediment. Her Gran had spent her entire life in this house, from the time she was a baby, used it as a homebase during her adventurous youth, married and raised her own daughter in it, and continued to live in it after her husband died. The boxes that littered the attic bore witness to all those many decades.

“Oh my god, these photos of Mum,” Clara said, turning the yellowed album towards her ghost so he could see them, in all their early 1970s glory. “She must have been, what, about fifteen in these?”

“Ellie’s first formal school dance,” he confirmed, leaning in to examine the photos. “With that older boy, I forget his name. Your grandfather did not approve.”

Clara snorted. “Can’t say I blame him. Look at those sideburns. I’m not sure I would have let her go out with him at all.”

“They had a huge row about it, if I remember correctly. In the end, your grandmother took your mother’s side, and she was allowed to go.”

“Why didn’t you ever appear to any of them?” she asked, flipping through the pages and pausing to linger on what looked to be polaroids of a rugby game. “You were here all that time, but you never talked to anyone until I came along?”

He shrugged. “You were the only one that was you.”

“Thanks. That clears it right up.”

“It’s the only answer I’ve got,” he objected.

“I scared the daylights out of Mum and Gran when I told them about you, I was probably all of six years old at the time.”

“Five, I think,” he said quietly.

“God, five. I might have a heart attack if my five year old started talking very confidently about her special friend the ghost that lives at Gran’s house.”

“I seem to remember advising you against telling them.”

“And in all the time you’ve known me, when have I ever taken your advice?” she asked archly.

“Hmm. There was that one time you actually listened to me, about that chap you were dating, what’s-his-name.”

Clara winced, remembering it all too well. “I thought we agreed never to speak of him again.”

“Gladly,” her ghost replied emphatically.

She shook her head, more than happy to dismiss the subject. “As a child it didn’t make sense to me not to tell Mum and Gran about you. You live in Gran’s house, the house where Mum grew up, I just assumed they already knew about you. I mean, why wouldn’t they?”

“I’m not sure I could have talked to them, even if I’d wanted to. And I never did want to.”

Clara turned her gaze to him, studying his face in the dimness. Without direct sunlight, he looked almost human, almost alive, the blue of his eyes and the salt and pepper of his hair appearing so very real, so very close at hand. He still seemed as ageless to her now as he had when she was a child. Ageless and ancient, wise and funny, solemn and sardonic. She thought perhaps she knew his face better than any other, living or dead.

“But why didn’t you ever want to talk to them?” she pressed.

“Why do you need a key to enter the house?” he asked in response.

She felt her eyebrows come together in consternation. “Because the door is locked.”

“But why that key?”

“Because... that’s the key that fits. That’s the key that goes with that lock.”

He shrugged, most of his attention on the page of the journal he’d been perusing. “You are the key that fits. I can’t give you a better answer than that.”

Chapter 2: The Box

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Monster Part 7

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: A tad bit of angst. But that’s it in this one. Next chapter will have more in it.

Author’s Note: A very last minute post for the night. I apparently forgot to queue up the post and with how much I’ve been running around today, I didn’t realize. XD Anyways, a lot is about to happen in the future chapters. We’ve finally reached the last little bit before we get into the fun stuff.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

Y/N’s heart was racing as she sat at her desk the next morning. There were so many emotions running through her that she couldn’t get her heart to steady. She was afraid of messing this up. She was afraid of giving away something she shouldn’t have. But no matter how many fears came into her mind, she knew she needed to do this.

Several lives depended on her doing what she agreed to do. Her father trusted her with this information. She was going to use that to her advantage. All she needed to do was get the plans and pass the information along to the others.

“Y/N?” Caroline’s voice filled the air, causing Y/N’s head to shoot up at it. She had been so distracted she hadn’t even heard the front door open or hear her walk in.

“Caroline,” She said as she stood up from her seat and took a step back. She knew her father was watching now. Especially since she had just watched him open his door and step out as she stood up. “How can I help you?”

Her father hadn’t missed how uncomfortable Y/N looked in that moment. It was obvious why she had. The person standing in front of her was a vampire. While he had a lot of work to do, he needed to make sure that his daughter was safe.

“Mayor Lockwood had approved my plans for the Founder’s day carnival. I just got a notice that those plans have been canceled?” Caroline was genuinely upset at that fact. She had put a lot of time into those plans and they had been approved months ago.

“I’m sorry Caroline.” Y/N said trying to stay calm. “Unfortunately Mayor Y/L/N has taken liberty of denying several events after they had already been approved.”

“You’re his daughter.” Caroline noted. “Can’t you talk to him about this? I mean I’ve already started ordering everything and have a committee going to ensure everything runs smoothly.”

Y/N scoffed. “I was Lockwood’s secretary and I am Y/L/N’s secretary. If you have any issues you would like to discuss with him, I can set up a meeting and-”

“That won’t be necessary.” Her father said as he came to stand next to the two. “I can speak with Caroline now about it.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped slightly. “But you have a meeting in five minutes that you said there were not to be any interruptions.”

“We’ll be done beforehand.” He said with a nod before looking over to Caroline. “Mind stepping into my office?” He asked with a hand motioning towards the open door.

Y/N watched as Caroline followed her father into his office. The moment the door closed, she quickly sat in her chair and took a deep breath. It didn’t matter if she had known both sides of the story now. She felt completely on edge.

“Easy there, Y/N/N. I could practically hear your bunny rabbit heartbeat from outside.” Hearing Damon’s voice has actually scared her. One moment Damon hadn’t been standing there by the desk and the next he was.

“Do you need to do that?!” She hissed as she put her hand over her chest. If her heart wasn’t going a mile a minute before, it sure was now.

Damon chuckled and shook his head. “It’s just so much fun to do.” He shrugged for a moment. “What was Blondie going on about?”

“Some plans she had, my father cancelled. So now they are talking about it.” She said a few moments later.

“Perfect. She always makes the best distractions.” He noted. The look he got from Y/N about that had made him roll his eyes. “It’s easier for us to speak freely when your dad isn’t lurking.”

“Damon, you are practically here everyday to speak with me. He’s not going to find that any different than before.” She looked over to her father’s door before back at Damon. “I told you I could handle this.”

Damon ran his fingers along her cheek. “I know. But I want to make sure you are okay. There was a lot thrown on you last night.”

Moving out of Damon’s reach, she shook her head. “You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

After Y/N left the Salvatores last night, her mind had been trying to take in all the information that she had learned, along with everything that happened in the last few weeks. While she had begun feeling something for Damon, it was proved last night that she was being used to get to her father. It hurt for her to realize that.

Damon sighed as he brought his hand down. “It wasn’t all pretend. There are some things you can’t fake.”

“What part of it was it?” she asked looking up at him. “Because I couldn’t tell the difference. You actually seemed to like me and you went through all of that to be on the ins with the council.”

Damon hadn’t missed the hurt that had been in her voice as she spoke. This was the one thing that Damon wanted to avoid. He knew it was a gamble from the moment he had roped Y/N in their plan. But the time he had spent with her, he had been enjoying it.

Before Damon could say anything, the office door opened and Y/N’s dad and Caroline walked out. They had been laughing a bit before her father left and headed back into his office. The smile that had been on Caroline’s face had instantly fallen and there was an annoyed look on her face as she looked over at Damon.

“Ask me to do that again, I will personally bite your head off.” She mumbled as she walked past the both of them and made her way out the door.

Damon rolled his eyes as Caroline left. He turned his attention back to Y/N a moment later. Her eyes had been on the screen in front of her and she began typing away on the keyboard. He huffed and leaned over, turning Y/N’s rolling chair towards him.

“We need to talk about this.” He said the moment he had her full attention.

Y/N bit on her bottom lip for a moment before she nodded. “We can talk about this later, but for now I really do need to work. He’s got several meetings and a ton of other things I need to work on for the time being. I promise once I get everything I need, I’ll let you know.”

“I see you’ve got my daughter distracted.” Her father’s voice carried over to them, causing Damon to let go of her chair and for Y/N to look over at her dad.

“Definitely not a distraction.” Y/N said with a small smirk pulling at her lips as she looked at Damon for a moment before looking back at him. “Your early morning meeting is all set in the conference room.”

“Cancel it.” Her father said with a shrug.

“But they are already here.” Y/N had been confused by the sudden change. Her father had been insistent on that meeting since he had first arrived and now he was telling her to cancel it just as it was to start.

“Make up something.” He nodded his head. “I would like for the three of us to have lunch today and that meeting will just cut into that time. “

“The three of us?” Damon asked to make sure he had heard correctly.

“If you are willing to share family secrets with Y/N and constantly be present while she has work, I believe a lunch is in order.” Her father said, keeping his eyes on Damon. The whole time he could see Y/N roll her eyes at his words.

“Go to your meeting. I’ll be sure to pull you out of it at Lunch time. “ Y/N said, trying to prevent any awkwardness. “You’ve mentioned time and time again how important this meeting was. I can’t just let you cancel it.”

“Alright, fine.” He said, giving her a small smile. “As long as this isn’t a ploy to avoid lunch.”

She rolled her eyes once more but it was Damon who answered. “If she tries to get out of it, I’ll stop her.”

Her father eyed Damon for a moment before nodding his head. Without another word, he walked down the hall towards the conference room. The moment he turned the corner and heard the door open and shut, Y/N had let out a breath.

“I didn’t know he was going to do that.” She said looking over at Damon.

“Don’t think I’ll be able to handle lunch with your dad?” He asked with an amused smile on his face.

“We haven’t even spoken about this whole thing between us and you want to go to lunch with my dad?” She was surprised by that.

Damon sighed and took a hold of her hand. “Wanting to spend time with you in the beginning was the pretend part. But the more I spent time with you and our every few days of drinking turned into nightly venting sessions that I enjoyed more than I ever wanted to. The pretending stopped after the night you told me about your dad leaving.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at that. “I told you he left me hours into us talking for the first time.”

“And I enjoyed going through the Archives together. Watching you get so lost in your work it actually made me stop and think about if hurting you was worth it.” He said softly.

“And yesterday?” She asked not allowing the words to come out of her lips just in case anyone had been listening.

“A stupid judgement on my part. I had the rest of the Brady bunch coming down on me on how I hadn’t pulled a typical Damon move. I was beginning to doubt several things at that point in time.” He ran his hand down his face as he tried to clear the thoughts that were in his head.

Y/N nodded her head. “Okay. Good to know.” That information had helped her. SIt helped her to know that what she had felt wasn’t exactly one sided. But it also just told her that Damon has a problem of self sabotage. “We’ll go to lunch. And after he leaves, we’ll have another venting session and really get things out in the open.”

“I like that plan.” He said with a smile

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“She’s not coming is she?” Mayor Y/L/N said as he sat across from Damon.

Y/N had texted that she was running late and would be there at the grille soon. Though that had been almost a half hour ago. It left Damon and her dad sitting there for the first several minutes in awkward silence.

“I wouldn’t say I blame her if she decided she didn’t want to.” Damon noted as he spun his cup slightly. “You came into town and tried to be her father again, she’s not happy with that.”

“So I’ve heard. Plenty of times.” He said with a nod. “But I am trying to make amends with her. She’s taken a liking to you.”

“If you believe I’d hurt her, this conversation is going to change drastically.” Damon said as he narrowed his eyes at the man before her.

“I’m actually counting on you to keep her safe.” The words had caught Damon off guard. He had expected something different. He expected the usual antics that come with speaking to a father. But this wasn’t it. “Y/N mentioned your parents passed down stories just as mine had. I’m sure you understand that there are some things that hold more truth than others.”

Damon sat back in his seat as he took in the words. If he had no idea he was a vampire, Damon could play this to his advantage. But the details of some things he could slip could mean the end of that conversation.

“You believe they are back in town.” He said, keeping some words out of his sentence. They were in a public place. There were plenty of other ears that could easily be listening.

“We both know they are.” He said with a nod. “I could tell you knew from the moment we had our meeting that day.” Mayor Y/L/N began picking at his napkin. “You had been a part of the council that was run by the Lockwoods. While my intention was to cleanse it of past mistakes, I never thought I would find parents hiding the creatures that were once their children.” His eyes looked around the room for a moment before looking back at Damon. “There will be a war soon, Damon. I’m counting on you to keep Y/N safe when that time comes.”

“You know who they are.” It wasn’t a question. Damon could see it in his eyes.

A smirk pulled at his lips. “There was a long list of possibilities until today. You were even on that list.”

“What changed your mind?” Damon leaned forward in his seat.

He chuckled a bit. “There were several things. But the main thing being how much you care for Y/N. Not just today, but I’ve seen the way you are with her. Those monsters aren’t capable of loving anyone. My first wife died by a vampire. Apparently she tried befriending one and he turned against her so easily.” He shook his head, almost saddened by the thought. “Sheriff Forbes said you’ve killed a few of them since coming back home.”

“I try to help out where I can.” He said with a shrug.

“Good because the vampire that killed Y/N’s mother is in town. I would hate for my daughter to get hurt while it is visiting.”

“Understood.” Damon said with a nod.

____

“I thought you said it would be here?” Elena asked as she rummaged through a filing cabinet

“This is where he had me put them when he finalized the plans.” Y/N said as she looked through another one.

“Maybe he took them out again?” Elena asked, never taking her eyes off the files in front of her.

“I doubt it.” Y/N shook her head. She tried to think of where else the plans could have been at. She was the only one to have access to that room, besides her father, and they weren’t in the same place she had put them. “Unless he’s making changes again.”

“We won't have time to search his office.” Elena reminded her. “You are technically supposed to be at lunch with him and Damon.”

“I would feel bad about that, but I don’t think a little interrogation is going to hurt Damon.” Y/N said as she reached a file. Her head tilted to the side as she took in the file name.

“Either that or Damon would just kill him.” The words hadn’t even registered to Y/N as Elena had said them. When she turned to look at Y/N she had been looking at a file. “What is it?”

“These files, they are new.” Y/N said as she pulled out a handful. “They are of the founding families.”

“That could just be anything.” Elena said as she took a few of them from her to look at.

“Damon apparently has been cleared as human.” Y/N said as she looked at the case file. Her eyes scanned the details and her father’s handwriting. Interested in Y/N. Friends with Liz, but that could be a council thing. Nothing has been brought to my attention to say he is one.

Elena huffed a laugh. “That’s probably because he’s compelled his way through a lot of situations.” She looked at the file for her family. “We’ve been cleared as well.”

Y/N’s hand began shaking as she took in the next page of the file for the Salvatores. Paper clipped with several pages had been different case file numbers. One of them had included the very file she had seen of her mother’s the night she had been in the city Archives with Damon.

News footage of Stefan has been found. Apparently someone else had looked into him before I had. Her father’s notes went on about different things. From certain differences in stories of several people on specific events that had included Stefan. But it was the last note on the page that had made Y/N’s eyes water. Responsible for Y/M/N’s death. Eyewitness saw him leave before her body was found. Similar to other bodies found during that time. Here in mystic Falls and in other cities.

“What is it?” Elena asked as she found Y/N tearing up after taking in the notes for the Lockwoods.

Y/N shook her head slightly and closed the case file and put the back. “Nothing, I need to head back out.” She said taking the ones Elena had and putting them back.

“That doesn’t seem like nothing.” Elena knew something was wrong. She wanted to try and get Y/N to talk about whatever it was she had just seen.

“I know who killed my mother and I’d really like to not talk about it right now.” Y/N said as she began walking out of the room. “I need to get to the Grille before things get too carried away.”

As she left, she tried to not to let the tears fill her eyes. She didn’t need to let either of them know that once she had arrived that there was something wrong. She’d get that out during her venting session with Damon. She couldn’t let her dad know that she had known that detail. She wasn’t supposed to be going through the files. She wasn’t supposed to be snooping around the office. And because she had, she learned that Stefan Salvatore had killed her mother.

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what-is-your-plan-today · 5 years

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Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: Red Lace and Roses

Intro: It’s Valentine’s day...Steve is in a panic about what to do until Katie lays down the rules because, well, it’s all a load of crap really, isn't it??

Warnings: Bad language! Smut (NSFW- no really...) NO UNDER 18s!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: So this takes place Valentines Day 2014- Their first one as a couple. I wasn’t gonna post a specific One Shot as I’ve another Chapter of SSM to work on but this kind of came to me and well, here you go! Have a good one!! Enjoy, and PLZ Reblog if you like!

Something was bothering Steve. Katie could tell. He'd been a little, well, off all evening since he had arrived at her apartment. And if she hadn't already realised, the fact he was now sat at the table pushing his food around on his plate was a dead giveaway.

"Ok." Katie said, placing her cutlery down "Baby, what's the matter?" He didn't even try to deny it. He knew he was busted. Wiping his hand over his face he looked at her and gave her a small smile.

"That obvious?" "To me yeah." She smiled "Bad day?" "No, not as such..." he bit his lip before he looked at her "Baby I screwed up" "What do you mean?" she frowned "It’s Valentine's Day in a week and I forgot so I haven't booked anywhere. I've tried a few places but they're all full and..." Steve trailed off as Katie looked at him, her head cocking to one side and he let out a sigh. He'd never had a girlfriend before to be bothered about the day. And now he did, it had slipped his mind until before when he had overheard someone in the queue for a coffee talking about what he had planned. A romantic meal, a diamond bracelet... it had sent the Captain into a spiral. An expensive gift he could do but a meal or a trip...it was too late. Katie watched him as he scratched at the collar of his white T-shirt which sat underneath his blue plaid button up. He looked utterly perplexed and then, she couldn’t help it any more. A laugh burst from her mouth and he frowned at her. "What's so funny?" "You. You're adorable." She chuckled, pushing her chair back as she stood up "Look Valentines Day is all commercialised bullshit Steve." She said softly as she walked round the table to where he was sat and and gently wrapped her arms round him from behind. "You know, you make me feel loved every day, I don’t need some cheesy over the top gesture or a fancy gift baby. I mean I'll never say no to diamonds but...save em for my birthday huh?" He laughed and rubbed his hands across her arms as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I know its just well it's our first one and..." he shrugged. "You're a romantic idiot yeah I know." She said, moving so she could perch on his lap. She looked at him and then an idea popped into her head. "Ok so as it's our first let's start our own tradition." She looked at him " $20 limit for a little present and the card has to be fun..." "Define fun..." he mused, arching an eyebrow. "A little off the wall... quirky...no romantic bullshit" she clarified "And we'll get a take out, beer and snuggle." Steve smiled, he had to admit that sounded pretty good. "Alright." He smiled, "our own tradition starts here!" She grinned and gave him a soft kiss "Love you, you big idiot"

***** Thanks to the internet (so helpful) Steve was feeling pretty pleased with his card and gift. So on the morning of Valentines Day he placed the small box and card on the table and set a pot of coffee on to brew whilst Katie was in the shower. "Happy Commercial bullshit day..." she grinned at him when she walked into his kitchen, a gift bag in her hand. He chuckled and bent down to give her a soft kiss. "Back at ya doll." She handed him the bag and he gestured to where her present was and they both sat down. "Together?" Katie asked and he nodded. Steve opened the gift bag Katie had given him and reached inside, pulling out a cushion that was decorated in different coloured squares. The words "10 things I Love About You" were printed across the top and each coloured square contained something different and he felt the smile ok his face growing wider as he read the words.

Your eyes. They way we can talk for hours and never run out if things to say. Your bear hugs that make everything. Your Ass. Netflix and chill. How you make me feel simply by looking at me. Your smile. Nose kisses. The laughter. The fact you're just a kid from Brooklyn. "Honey..." he looked at her and she glanced up from where she had been examining her gift with a soft smile "this is awesome!" He held up the cushion and she smiled. "So is this..." she grinned, holding up her gift. It was a Keyring. Silver Metal with a 3D rectangle just over an inch long, engraved with letters and numbers. And the minute she had realised they were coordinates, she knew they could really only be for one place. "The boxing gym." she smiled, it was more a statement than a question. He nodded, blushing slightly " Check the other side." She did and let out an laugh as she read the words out loud "trouble sleeping?" The first place they had met, and the first words either of them had spoken to one another. He grinned and she beamed at him "Steve,I love it!!" Placing it down she picked up her card and opened that, giving another loud splitter of a giggle. It was plain quite with red writing in the front that read "You suck less than most people" “Good to know” she laughed. So is this... Steve said, arching an eyebrow at hers to him. It was a gold card with black writing on the front that read "I love you for your personality, your charisma and your good looks...but that dick sure is a bonus" They looked at one another before they both burst out laughing and Steve had to admit, their little tradition was one he knew he was going to enjoy going forward. **** Katie finished her call to the team in DC and leant back in her chair, mulling over the proposal her editor had tabled. Before she had much chance to think about it, the buzzer to her apartment went and she picked up the phone. "I have a delivery for Miss Stark?" "Ok thanks...I'll be down in a sec." She said, pushing the button to let him in the building. She made her way down in the elevator and rolled her eyes with a soft smile as she saw what it was. A dozen red roses. She signed for them and took the card. "At least let me have one stupid, romantic bullshit moment" it read "love you baby girl" As she placed them in a vase she had a sudden idea, and with a grin she grabbed her keys and headed out. Steve was feeling pretty smug with himself. Katie had messaged him earlier thanking him for the roses. Yup, he was pleased he had managed to surprise her, even if it wasn't much. He was also looking forward to the evening too. First he had a session with Rumlow about a potential new drill for the new recruits. Just as they were about to run through it in the Training Room, his phone went again. He looked down at the message, and seeing it was from Katie he expecting it to be a question about what takeout he fancied. Instead, when he opened it, the photo that he saw instantly made his mouth go dry and his pants grow tighter round the crotch area.

There were no words with the photo, not that it needed any.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

“You alright Cap?” Rumlow looked at him. He swallowed and put the phone back in his pocket and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, fine...sorry, where were we?”

***** Katie heard the elevator door open and with a smirk she walked out of the bedroom, sweats and a T-shirt covering the Lingerie she had sent him a photo of before. She stopped in the lounge area as he looked at her, arms folded, face dark.

“I suppose you think sending me that photo was clever.” he said, his voice low.

Well damned...Cap was coming out to play.

Biting her lip she shrugged “Yeah, actually...” “Well it wasn’t.” he said, “I was with Rumlow.” “Oh, did he like the view?” she smirked. His eyes flashed dangerously as he took a step towards her “That’s really not funny.” “No?” she asked coyly

“No...” he said, stopping in front of her, his hands gripping her hips. “know what else isn’t funny?” “Enlighten me...” she said, looking up at him from under her lids.

“Me getting my ass handed to me in training because I’m distracted.” he said, his grip growing tighter as he pulled her to him, harshly, her body flush to his and she could feel him hard through his jeans. “It’s dangerous. I need to be focussed.” “Well you really should learn to avoid distractions...” she said, her hands smoothing up his chest. He grabbed her wrists and looked down at her.

“And you should learn how to behave.” “That so?” “Yes.” “And you’re gonna teach me?” “Someone needs to...” he said, before his lips crashed onto hers, hungrily. He let go of her wrists and his hands moved to her hips, sliding up her sides underneath her top and as his fingers brushed the lace underneath he let out a little groan before he stepped back and raising an eyebrow.

“Strip.” he looked at her, folding his arms.

Ok, so this was new...

With a slight smirk she stepped back, pulling the T-shirt over her head leaving her in the bralette before she locked eyes with him and slid her fingers into the top of her sweats, sliding them down over her legs, stepping out of them. He motioned with his finger for her to turn around, so she did, biting her lip as she did so.

“Does it meet with your approval Captain?” she asked coyly and he gave a smirk.

“Very much so...” he nodded “But you’re not getting away with it that easily.”

He reached out for her again, this time his hands sliding down to cup her ass as he hauled her up, his fingers tangling in the lace of the briefs she was wearing as she hooked her legs round his middle. He strode into the bedroom, depositing her on the soft bed and crawled over the top of her, gripping her chin in his thumb and forefinger. He looked at her for a second, before he kissed her again, tongue tangling with hers easily and she let out a soft groan. But then he pulled back and she pouted slightly at the loss of contact.

Steve bit back the laugh that was threatening to bubble from his throat at the look on his face. Instead, he arched an eyebrow and looked at her “Stop being an impatient brat.” he instructed before he sat up, and unbuckled his belt. He hesitate for a second, this was unchartered territory for him now. Before he had chance to chicken out he gently took her hands and placed them above her head, looping the belt around the slats in her headboard, then around both her wrists. Katie watched his face intently as he avoided looking at her, a faint pink flush evident on his cheeks as he concentrated on securing her hands in place. When he was satisfied with his work, he looked down at her, and the stern expression on his face faltered for a moment.

“That ok?” he asked, slipping from Captain to Steve and she had to smile at the concern on his face. She gave him a soft nod.

“Yeah...”

He took a deep breath and then grinned as his nose nudged her jaw up so he could nip at her neck. She gave a soft sigh as his mouth trailed hot kisses up and down her throat before he moved across her collar bone and down to the swell of her chest. She gave an involuntary shudder, her wrists pulling slightly against the belt and he stopped, looking up at her.

“Stop moving.” he said, and she looked down at him, arching her eyebrow. When he was satisfied she’d gotten the message he continued, pulling down one side of the bra, his mouth teasing the sensitive skin as her nipple pebbled at his touch. He gently sucked, teeth grazing in the way he knew she liked and she let out a loud moan as his hand slid up underneath the materiel on the other side, fingers working deftly.

“Like that?” he asked, and she gave a low hum in response, and he could tell she was trying desperately to keep still. He gave a sharper nip with his teeth and this time she squirmed under him, her hips bucking up seeking some form of friction.

“I said, stop moving.” he said, and she let out a moan of frustration. “its not nice is it?” he quipped “This is how you’ve made me feel all day.” She moaned again and he chuckled. “Say you’re sorry...”

“Fuck you.” she shot back, looking down at him.

“Such a fucking brat...” he shook his head and turned his attention back to her chest. He upped the ante, sucking, tweaking, biting until she really was groaning underneath him, trembling, her arms pulling against her restraint, and then she felt the white hot pokers of pleasure lancing through the pit of her stomach and she gave a loud cry.

“Shit...Captain...” she bucked underneath him and gave a shudder as she came, the sensation shocking the pair of them as he paused and looked down at her flushed cheeks and she glanced at him, her eyes wide and the flush in her face deepened. He grinned as she shut her eyes and shook her head. “I can’t believe you just...”

“Made you come by playing with your tits?” he offered, his lips moving back to her neck and she laughed softly. “Trust me doll that wasn’t part of the plan.”

“No?”

He shook his head “Good to know I can though...” “God Captain America is such an ass hole.” she mumbled and he gave a low growl, nipping at her neck.

“Behave.” he said, his hands sliding down to her briefs and he shimmied down he bed, removing them, leaving her bare underneath him. Standing up he stripped off his clothes and knelt back on the bed, taking her right leg in his hands. He kissed at her ankle and then trailed his lips up her soft skin, nipping at the inside of her thigh causing her to whimper again as his mouth continued, giving one long lick over her slit and she arched her back again as he grinned, his mouth continuing up her body.

His lips crashed onto hers as he slid into her easily causing her to gasp as he bottomed out, his hands either side of her had as he supported himself.

“You came without me telling you that you could...” he said, pulling back and thrusting deeply in as she threw her head back on the pillow biting her lip. Another thrust and she groaned loudly, and again, and again.

“Sorry...” she muttered, her voice cracking “I’m sorry Captain...” “Yeah?” he asked, another thrust, his pace torturously slow

“Yeah...” she nodded

“Sorry for being a cock tease?” She nodded giving a loud cry as he pushed into her hard again, his hips picking up the pace slightly.

“Say it...” he said, and she swallowed thickly as his hand moved and gripped her jaw.

“Sorry for being a cock tease Captain…” she said and he gave a low groan and moved slightly faster, almost involuntarily, he was losing his self control slightly now

“Good girl...” he said, his thrusts becoming faster. She keened underneath him, her hands pulling against the belt which held in in place.

“Wanna touch you...” she moaned, “Please Captain...” “Seeing as you asked nicely...” he mumbled, pausing slightly to reach up and unbuckle the belt. He freed her arms and she slid them round his back, her hands gently skating the muscles and he gave a soft groan at her touch as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling his head down to kiss her.

“God I love you...” he said softly, his voice now completely devoid of any of the Captain authority it had held moments before. Steve was back and she grinned into his mouth.

“Love you too Stevie...” she said and he gave a low groan as he picked up the pace again, reaching down to hook her leg over his hip. He drove in and out, digging at that spot inside of her with his cock over and over until she gave another gasp and bucked her hips up towards him.

“Come on baby...” he encouraged, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer himself. “I got you...” “Stevie, fuck...” she gave a loud cry and tensed around him, her eyes fluttering shut, mouth dropping open as she groaned and he felt her leg tense over his hip. The feel of her tightening around him was enough to tip him over the edge and as his hips snapped forward he gave a loud groan of his own, falling forwards, burying his head into her neck as he thrust through both their orgasms before stuttering to a stop with a soft sigh.

Neither of them said anything for a moment, Katie’s hands running through his hair before he pushed himself up and looked at her, his nose brushing against hers.

“Fuck...” was all he could bring himself to say as he caught his voice and she gave a giggle.

“That was amazing.” she said softly. He hummed and pressed his forehead to hers smirking slightly. He was always slightly smug at how he could undo her in such a way, but he’d never tried anything like that with her before. Their sex life wasn’t boring, far from it, and he had on more than one occasion thrown her around the room a little, but neither of them had really broached the subject of restraints. Steve had enjoyed it, and so had she. That was clear to see. Turns out Captain America, the control freak, had a submission kink.

Who knew?

“Cap says you’re welcome.” he chuckled and she gave a laugh as he propped himself up with one arm and reached with the other to gently take hold of her hand. He pulled it round to the front and glanced at her wrist. It as slightly red but nothing that would mark. He placed a soft kiss over her wrist and she smiled at him, cupping his cheek in her palm.

“I’ll have to send you naughty pics more often.” she teased and he gave a loud groan.

“Seriously, I’ve had a semi hard on all afternoon. I was half tempted to go and jack off in the changing rooms.”

“So you don’t want me to send you anymore?” she asked, biting her lip.

He looked at her, with a grin. Who was he kidding?

“I didn’t say that...” he dropped a kiss to her lips before he grinned a her “Happy Commercial Bullshit day Baby girl.”

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dontgotothenetherworld · 4 years

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ap psychology

anonymous asked: Can I request readers putting all her studying off till the week before AP exams and she starts studying an unhealthy amount, like sometimes forgetting to eat all day because of it and even made herself sick from stress over it but reader refuses to complain because she did it to herself and Lydia's just there helping her review and making sure she takes time to care for herself ect? Bonus if Reader thinks she did bad and Lydia assuring her she did fine and has an 'i told you don't moment?

anonymous asked: Totally didn't request that bc that's my situation-

for some reason when i tried to queue this w/ the original ask, tumblr wanted to put the cut in the ask and i couldn’t delete it

this is out of date now, but i was uninspired to write for a hella long time sorry. also! i’m going to draw from my experiences w/ ap this year, and the only ap exam i had to take was psych, so that’s also going to be the case for reader :)

also, i feel like my lydia is a bit out of character? idk it’ll probably take a while to get back to the way i used to write her.

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cw: femreader. food

you cursed under your breath. months ago, months! you told yourself you would start studying for your ap exam. you only had the one exam to study for, so you told yourself that if you just did a little bit everyday, you would be fine.

but here you were, about three days until your ap psychology exam, and you hadn’t studied any of it. you had hardly even watched the videos your teacher had posted as the digital learning content. but to be fair, the stuff he was talking about in them were the last unit or two of psych, and you wouldn’t have to worry about them, because you weren’t going to be tested on them.

you groaned and dragged your feet downstairs, to where you hid your backpack. the friday weeks ago, when your school told everyone that classes would go digital for a few weeks because of the coronavirus, your teacher had come prepared. he gave everyone that showed up to class, which, granted, wasn’t that many but still- a huge packet covering everything that you had studied this year. it was some forty pages long.

okay, it was, like, thirty five because you crossed out the pages about personality and disorders. which was a shame, because those are the units that everyone takes psychology to learn about. no one goes, “oh boy, i can’t wait to learn about how to test if a baby has depth perception!” or “i can’t wait to learn about all the different types of visual illusions!” but whatever.

you flipped to page thirty five, to see how many questions you were in for. just over 250, except that’s counting all the charts as individual questions. yeah, that makes sense. one and a half pages of listing what researchers discovered what is equivalent to answering which cortex of the brain processes visual stimuli.

wait a minute. lydia was also taking psych. studying sucks, but if you could do it with your girlfriend, that’d be so much less painful.

you texted her, “hey lyds, have u finished the psych packet yet?”

”yea i finished it yesterday, why?” she texted back almost immediately.

shit. looks like you’ll have to suffer through this alone. “nvm”

you looked at the time, 1:46. damn, already? it felt like you had only just woken up. you made yourself a coffee, and set up shop on the desk you have never used in your bedroom, with laptop open beside you. you planned on googling everything, rather than going through your notes, mostly because you forgot where you put them, but this would still take ages.

an hour passed, and you felt like you were dying on the inside. if you had to answer one more question about behavioral psych, you were going to scream. behavioral psych is by far the worst part of psychology! watson and skinner be damned! people are people not some computer code! people have feelings! you can’t just ignore them! and the feeling you were feeling right now was not a good one!

you wanted to stop, but you weren’t sure if you stopped now if you’d be able to finish the packet. so you kept on going.

you went another five hours, taking five minute tik tok breaks every hour to keep you sane. you looked at the clock, and realized you hadn’t eaten anything today. you grabbed a box of cheez-its and made your way back upstairs, and went back to work. this time, you ate a cheez-it every time you finished a question, or you filled out a row in a chart.

you didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you woke up in the morning with about half the packet filled out. considering the exam was in one day, and four-ish hours, you thought that was good.

as you made your morning coffee, you checked the messages lydia had sent you. “are you doing okay? normally we talk a lot but…” “wait, are you working on the study guide?” “y/n! please take breaks! remember! you need food!” “and water!”

you sent back, “if i eat my cheez-its, and i drink my coffee while i study, then i don’t have to take breaks.”

you went back to your desk, and plugged your phone in across the room so you wouldn’t be distracted. but also because you forgot to charge it before you passed out, so it was at three percent, because apparently you had kept it open to tik tok all night, and the video just kept looping. oops.

for a while, the studying seemed easier. you felt like you had less to do, and you didn’t need to worry about getting it done in time, because you had more than enough of it. but because you didn’t need to rush, you became more productive.

you finished the second half of the packet by six that evening. you do admit, you got a bit lazy in the last few pages, but it was done!

shit. studying isn’t just writing stuff down, you have to read it over, right? you don’t really study that much.

but you decided to take an hour or two’s break for… breakfast? dinner? maybe even lunch? whatever, leftover pizza, because you had just only now just realized the intense rumbling in your stomach.

you checked your phone for the first time in hours. you were actually kind of proud of yourself. you usually were on your phone every waking hour, which was probably a problem, but you had shown enormous restraint… by spending every waking hour staring at your laptop. it’s all about choosing your battles.

you quickly dismissed some twitter notifications before tapping on a new message from lydia. “babe, i’m getting really worried about you, please call me when you see this.” you furrowed your brows. worried? about you? why?

you called lydia, and she picked up nearly immediately.

”y/n!” she gasped with relief, “don’t do that to me again!”

you felt stupid for wondering what she was talking about, but you kind of needed to know, “what do you mean?”

”you’ve been offline for hours, and i couldn’t get to you! and then when i heard what you were eating, that got me worried. have you eaten today?”

”three slices of pizza right now.” you swallowed a bite.

”is that your first meal today?”

”unless you count coffee, yeah. i’ll do better tomorrow, i promise. speaking of tomorrow, we’ve got the psych exam, and i need to keep studying. i’ll call after the exam, so like three?”

”y/n.”

”yeah?”

”you do realize this exam is online, right? and at home?”

”uh, yeah.” you swallowed.

”and you have both a laptop and a phone?”

”lydia, what are you saying?” cheating. she was definitely talking about cheating.

”i’m saying, that you don’t really need to know the definitions, because our dear old pal google can be there to help you out with those. and you’re smart, so i assume you know the concepts.”

”you think very highly, of me, my dear.” you took another bite of pizza. “so, what you’re saying is, i wasted two days studying?”

”yes, that is exactly what i’m saying.”

”shit. wait, why were you studying?”

”ugh, because i am nowhere near as good as you at being able to understand things.”

”you know, definitions explain the concept too.”

”what are you saying?” asked lydia.

”i think we’ve both wasted a lot of time studying when we didn’t need to.”

”fuck.” lydia breathed.

”yeah, we’re both idiots. do you wanna watch something on netflix? you haven’t finished parks and rec yet, right?”

”no, i just finished an episode before you called me.”

”which one?”

”season four, episode seven.”

”wait, is the next episode smallest park? we need to watch that, like, now.”

@meangirlsx @meangirlmurphy @eliza-is-confused @boredomimi @book--butterfly

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice braodway #beetlejuice fanfiction #lydia #lydia deetz #lydia x reader #lydia deetz x reader #fic

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meddows-taylor · 5 years

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Hi folks. I probably won’t be around until late Saturday or Sunday. I don’t know if I’ll end up showing up here before that, (most probably I will, at night if my night headaches go away) as my daily life is changing quite a bit right now and I need these two days to get used to it and to organize my reality and my thoughts. But I’m fine, trying to stay calm (on day 6 of quarantine, but managing quite fine), and - yes, very ironically - pretty busy the next two days. I’ll probably queue some stuff and will try my best to check my messages as well, since being in contact with all the wonderful people I know here has been helping me a lot.

Under the cut there are some random thoughts about my current situation that I wrote down during the day, in case you want to get a closer look at how I’m feeling right now and what is going on. I love you all so much and please, please be safe and take care of each other.

- I put on some makeup this morning (just a bit, what I would qualify as “going to get coffee or run some errands” makeup) and it instantly made me feel better. I’m used to seeing myself with makeup on during the week and it helped greatly to feel better and give my day at home some “normalcy”. It is also something I love doing and for some reason, I had convinced myself I couldn’t because I’m staying home and no one is seeing me. Well, I never really put on makeup for others but for myself, so I realized today how silly it was that I had stopped doing it.

- Decided to set up a decent space in my bed (not the best for WFH recommendations, but for now it will have to do). I’ve been staring at my desk that’s filled with stuff I was going to pack for a weekend trip that of course isn’t going to happen, and feeling guilty that it was such a mess and I couldn’t use it to work or study. But beating myself up for not being tidy is not a priority right now, and with my parents also working from home, the living room is a mess of phone calls and laptops and papers. So, the double bed with plenty of pillows will do for a place for myself.

- I have to work and I can’t keep postponing things hoping I’ll get them done as I usually do when we go back to the office because well, right now I don’t really know when that will be. But I think I needed these days to “grieve” my normal work life. On Wednesday I cried while sending out emails canceling events all the way through May. I was about to breakdown again while figuring out how we were going to pay for providers and clients because our remote system is not up to par with our working from home needs. But I didn’t. I can only take care of what we can right now, and try to keep the boat afloat. “Office manager” seemed like a laughable job term most of the time, because I’m not officially it but in practice I am. Now it’s beginning to seem like a very real figure.

(Writing this post got cut off because my boss called, and having a sort of “game plan” set up as a team helped a lot. Feeling productive at least towards others and having a clear set of tasks to get through instantly made me calmer)

- Community, even little network, helped a lot. Talking about something else. I’ve been sending videos singing and dancing to my two best friends all morning. Mostly old bops, high school musical dances, the most guilty pleasure pop. (we’re 27 so It was fun trying to recreate tiktok dances and feeling so, so, very old). Knowing I have my two rocks a videocall away didn’t make me miss them any less but it did confirmed the immense love I have for them. I can’t wait for this to be over and hug them so tightly.

- When the afternoon hit I felt sad, anxious, angry. Usually I keep a close watch on my mood changing so quickly because it’s an indicator my anxiety is doing worse. Right now all I can do is be as loving as I can towards myself and cut myself some slack - if my emotions change, I’ll just try my best to navigate through them, and most of all, not expect myself to feel okay all the time. Most of the day I have a knot in my stomach and feel like crying, but then it goes away, only to return later. Or, if I’m lucky, it doesn’t, and I just distract myself and manage to feel pretty okay. But I can’t punish myself for the changes.

- I’m terribly sad about all the things I’m missing: a trip with friends, a bunch of concerts, the last class of my writing workshop that was going to be tomorrow and now will be a group video call. I’m terribly anxious about having to read my piece to a screen and get feedback in a way that feels so distant to the closeness we had built as a group in the last few weeks. And then I feel stupid or ungrateful for caring about those things when there’s a bigger, more serious picture. But it’s okay to grieve those small moments we’ve been looking forward to. It’s okay to feel angry or helpless or sad over what was our daily life. Feeling guilty on top of it all won’t help me either.

- And maybe I’ll write a longer reflection about this later, but I’m also trying to not feel guilty (guilt and self exigence seems to be a common theme for me, I’m aware) about not being as creatively productive as I could or “should” be. I wanted to use this time to write, but the moment I sit in front of my computer and stare at the pages, I get stuck. My mind fills with worries, my mind wanders, I feel whatever I can write down is crap. I also take a look at the books and stories I wanted to read and I feel tired and desconected and discouraged. And I look at the piles and piles of notes for exams I have to get through and I can feel the guilt eating me up again. It’s okay. It’s okay if we’re drained creatively, if we’re not motivated, if we can’t focus. At points of the day I manage to pick up a story and read one chapter, I get to at least edit what I have already written - I count those as victories but I’m trying to not beat myself up if I can’t even get there.

Well, now I’ll try to get through these two days doing what I have to (and what I can), and being as kind to myself as I want. And writing down what’s going on at least helped greatly. Thank you

#this is just a long rant and writing down my thoughts #quarantine #anxiety #mental health #(wow you can feel my mood change through this post I started writing it in the morning and now is afternoon and the change shows)#but I'm fine guys! I'm hanging in there better than I thought

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percussiongirl2017 · 5 years

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Rain

Title: Rain

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Square Filled: Impala for @spndeanbingo

Bed Sharing for @spnfluffbingo2019

Nightmare for @spnonewordbingo and @spngenrebingo

Word Count: 2,632

Summary: You’ve been distant from the boys and Dean doesn’t know why until a storm brings back unwanted memories.

Warnings: Anxiety (including anxiety attacks), mentions of death, flashbacks, nightmares, fluff, comfort, Implied future smut

A/N: (Placed in the queue on 5/30/19) Hopefully I set the queue up right. This should post on Father’s Day. Any and all feedback would be appreciated. Tags are below the cut.

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Thunder boomed in the distance as you and the Winchesters climbed into the Impala. You were hoping for a warm shower and some sleep before heading back to the Bunker, but Dean had other plans.

“You and Sam grab some shut eye.” He said. “I’ll drive the first half.”

“We’re not stopping?” You questioned.

He shook his head. “The sooner we get back the better. There’s a storm rolling in and I’d rather not get stuck in it.”

“Oh, okay.” You mumbled.

Sam turned in his seat. “Something wrong?”

“No.” You replied. “I’m good.”

You stretched out across the bench seat and used your jacket as a pillow. Thunder continued to boom as you tried to catch some sleep.

A crash of thunder jolted you awake and you could hear the rain pelting the car. You heard Sam talking to Dean from behind the wheel. They must have swapped out already.

“This isn’t safe to drive in, Dean.” He said. “We’d be better off finding a hotel for the night.”

“We’re only 3 hours out!” Dean countered. “You and Y/N can swap out in an hour and then we’ll be home.”

Lightning flashed and everything went white followed by a clap of thunder. You flinched and buried your face in your jacket.

“Is she okay?” Sam whispered. “I’m surprised she’s slept this long.”

You heard Dean shift against the leather seat and a warm hand rested on your leg.

“I’m surprised too.” He said. “That hunt must have taken a lot out of her. No wonder she wanted to stop for the night.”

Sam’s scoff was barely audible over the pouring rain. He had picked up on your uneasiness of storms over the last few hunts, but didn’t press you to talk about it. You loved Dean to death, but sometimes he got too focused on a hunt to notice anything else.

“I’m stopping at the next gas station to fuel up and stretch my legs.” Sam announced. “Go ahead and wake her up and she can drive the last couple hours.”

Dean agreed and gently squeezed your leg.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He called. “It’s time to get up.”

You groaned as you sat up and stretched. “Where are we?”

“A couple hours from the Bunker.” Dean said. “Just stopping for fuel and to swap out drivers.”

Thankfully the gas station Sam stopped at was covered so you weren’t standing in the rain while Dean pumped the gas. He went inside to pay while you tucked yourself under Dean’s arm.

“You sure you can handle the last few hours?” He asked.

“I’ll be fine.” You muttered as the thunder boomed.

Dean glanced over. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Just tired.” You lied. “I’m ready to get home.”

“That makes two of us.” He laughed.

You managed to give him a weak smile as Sam walked back holding a bag of snacks and a cup of coffee.

“I figured you could use this.” He said while handing you the coffee.

“Thanks.” You yawned.

You accepted the coffee before climbing behind the wheel and waiting on the boys. It tasted like hot dirt, but it was better than most gas stations. Dean slid into the seat next to you while Sam got comfortable in the back. The rain was coming down in sheets as you pulled back onto the road. The windshield wipers could barely keep up with the onslaught. Dean was munching on whatever was in the plastic bag in his lap and Sam was softly snoring in the backseat. Your fingers drummed on the steering wheel to ease your need to fidget and flinch every time there was thunder or lightning.

Dean’s snores soon joined his brother’s and you sighed in relief. Taking a deep yet shaky breath, you focused on the road and getting home in one piece. Lightning skipped across the sky and you waited for the unavoidable boom of thunder. The knot formed tighter and tighter in your stomach the longer it was delayed. A startled scream left your mouth when it finally hit and you slapped a hand over your mouth. You quickly looked over at Dean and found him still asleep.

“Why couldn’t Sam have bought me a beer instead of a coffee?” You whispered to yourself.

By the time you reached the Bunker, you were on the verge of tears. You threw the Impala in park and didn’t bother to wake up Sam or Dean as you slammed the driver door shut. The hallways blurred as you stumbled to your room. You locked the door before breaking down in tears in the floor.

*Dean’s P.O.V.*

It was quiet. I slowly opened my eyes to see the Impala had been parked in the garage and Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Looking behind me, Sam was still asleep. I reached back and shook him.

“Hey, we’re back.” I said. “Y/N’s already gone in.”

I climbed out and grabbed Y/N’s bag as well as my own before passing Sam his duffel. I walked around and pressed a hand against the hood to find it cold. Frowning, I turned to Sam.

“Is the back windshield wet?”

Sam stepped back and looked before shaking his head. “No. It’s dry. Why?”

“I think we’ve been out here awhile.” I tried to laugh.

“Well, it’s like two in the morning.” Sam stated. “Y/N was probably exhausted and went straight to bed.”

That didn’t sound like Y/N, but I was too tired to argue with Sam. I wanted a hot shower and my bed. I nodded goodnight to Sam as he headed to his room. I carefully opened my door to avoid waking Y/N if she was asleep. However, the room was dark and my bed was empty. I set our bags down and looked around. Maybe she was in the shower. I kicked my boots off before trekking down to the showers. The hallway was silent as I poked my head in.

"Y/N/N?" I called.

There was no answer so I headed for the library hoping to find her at one of the tables. The lights were out except for the table lamps and the chairs were empty. I checked the kitchen and the Dean Cave and also found them dark and quiet. A mix of panic and worry settled in my stomach as I continued to look for her. There were only so many places that Y/N would hide in.

I was walking towards Sam's room when I heard a muffled scream. I sprinted past Sam's door and headed towards the sound. I skidded to a stop in front of door 16. Y/N's old room. I placed my ear to the door and held my breath. The silence was deafening before another scream had me trying to open the door.

"Y/N?!" I yelled. "Unlock the door!"

There was no answer as I dropped to my knees and picked the lock. It didn't take much with these old doors. I shoved it open and saw Y/N curled up on the bed. Her face twisted in pain as another whimper passed her lips. I moved over and carefully placed my hand on her shoulder.

"Sweetheart, wake up." I said. "It's okay."

"No, no, no." She cried.

"Y/N." I said a little louder.

I reached for her hand as she jerked in her sleep.

"I've got you." I whispered. "It'll be okay."

I watched as her breathing picked up before she shot up gasping. She muttered something that I didn’t catch.

“Y/N?” I said softly.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “Dean?”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked.

“Just a nightmare.” She tried to laugh. “I’m fine.”

“Mhm.” I chided. “Right and I’m the Queen of the North.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dean.” She said. “It’s nothing.”

“Y/N, I’m not stupid.” I started. “I can tell something’s wrong. You’ve been fidgety and quiet for awhile. I know you’re not sleeping well because most of the time I wake up to an empty bed. You act like it’s a death sentence when you have to drive the Impala. I notice more than you think I do. Just tell me what’s going on, sweetheart.”

Tears streamed down her face. “I can’t.”

“Okay.” I announced. “Then let’s get you back to your bed.”

She didn’t move. I watched as she frowned in concentration and her head tilted to the side. It was like she was silently debating what to do. I moved over and scooped her up in my arms.

“You think too much, kid.” I whispered.

I carried her back to our room and carefully set her on the bed before placing a pair of sweatpants beside her. I turned and changed into my own sweatpants while listening to the faint sound of her moving behind me. I climbed into bed and pulled Y/N close to me tucking her head just under my chin.

I kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Y/N/N.”

“I love you too, Dean.” She said softly.

We laid there in silence as I started to drift back to sleep. Y/N twitched next to me and took a deep breath.

“I left you and Sam in the car because I was having an anxiety attack.” She spit out.

“It’s okay.” I assured her. “We weren’t mad.”

“I just…” She started. “I hate driving in the rain.”

I frowned. “You drive in the rain all the time.”

“Doesn’t mean I fucking like it!” She snipped.

“Okay, okay.” I said. “Sorry. I shouldn’t assume things. Why do you hate driving in the rain?”

She was quiet and for a moment I thought she had fallen asleep.

“The first time I drove in the rain by myself was the day my dad died.” She whispered. “I was going to practice and the weather was starting to get bad. He told me to take it slow and watch out for large puddles. I didn’t wanna go. I wanted to stay home with him. I felt like I never got to spend a lot of time with him, ya know? But I had to go to practice.”

She paused for a minute. “My last words to him were that I loved him. The storm hit while I was driving and I was panicking the whole time. I finally made it to campus and made it halfway through rehearsal before I got a call saying I needed to come home immediately. They thought he had had a heart attack. The rain had stopped and I spun tires tearing out of the parking lot. I made it halfway down the road before I got another call.”

Her hands twisted in the fabric of my shirt as she trembled.

“I held my breath when I picked up the phone. Mom told me to stop the truck. Dad was gone. They...They couldn’t save him. I felt the world crash down around me. I screamed and cried and begged my Mom to bring him back. I didn’t wanna go home so I drove back to practice and sat there numb as I told the others the news. They didn’t let me drive home. They made me sit there until practice was over and they were sure I was okay. I wasn’t okay and I probably would never be again.”

She went quiet again and I tried to find the right words to say, but I couldn’t think of any.

“I drove home though.” She continued. “The rain started again and between that and the tears I’m not sure how I made it back. Everytime it rains I’m reminded of what I lost. I’m reminded that I wasn’t there because I put school before my family. I’m reminded that....that I wasn’t a perfect daughter and I just wanted my dad to know I loved him. I wanted my dad to be proud of me."

A fresh wave of tears and sobs racked through her body as I pulled her closer to me.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," I said. "I didn't know."

"You don't have to apologize, Dean." She muttered. "It's not your fault."

"But I know what it's like to lose a dad." I said. "That's not something you get over easily."

"It's not something you get over at all." She corrected me. "It still hurts and it messes with your head. Some days it feels like the pain is new and other days it's just a dull ache."

"Why didn't you say something?" I asked. "You know we're all here for you."

"The same reason you and Sam don't say anything." She countered. "We think we're strong enough to deal with it alone."

"You don't have to handle this alone anymore." I promised. "I'm going to be here whenever you need me."

"Thanks, De." She said.

“Anytime, babe.” I said. “Get some rest. We can talk more tomorrow.”

She released her grip on my shirt and placed a hand on my cheek.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“I think it had something to do with agreeing to share a bed with me instead of Sam all those years ago.” I chuckled.

“I’m glad I chose you.” She smiled and pressed a kiss to my lips.

Before she could move back, I leaned down and kissed her again. It had been weeks since we had been this close. Her hands made their way to my hair as mine rested on her waist. The kisses were long and slow just needing the physical contact of each other. The need for air left my lungs burning as I slowly pulled away.

“I’m glad you chose me too.” I panted and brushed away the last of her tears.

“I’ve missed this.” She said as she carded her fingers through my hair.

God, I had forgotten how good that felt.

I moaned. “Me too.”

“As much as I’d love to continue this,” She yawned. “I’m about to fall asleep.”

I chuckled. “We can finish this tomorrow.”

I held her closer and gave her one more kiss.

“I’m going to hold you to that.” She mumbled when we separated. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” I whispered.

She shifted to wrap her arms around my waist and tuck her head back under my chin. I pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and tucked it in before reaching to turn off the lamp.

“Goodnight.” She said softly against my chest.

I kissed the top of her head. “Goodnight, Y/N/N.”

I knew our conversation was far from over and that tomorrow would hold new challenges. Y/N wasn’t one to spill her guts and then pretend nothing happened. She had to talk it out and find different ways to handle her issues. She’d been like that since the day we met. She had been with us long enough that she had adapted the conceal don’t feel method of dealing with her problems. I hated when she was distant or when the nightmares kept her awake. I missed the gentle touches we shared during the day or holding her at night while I slept. I missed her laugh and smile and her outsmarting Sam on a case.

“Dean.” She said.

“Hmm?” I hummed.

“Go to sleep.” She laughed. “I can hear the gears turning in your head.”

“Sorry. Just thinking.” I said.

“Thinking is overrated.” She yawned. “Get some sleep.”

I slightly traced my hand up and down her back as I closed my eyes. Y/N relaxed against me and her breathing eventually evened out.

“Pleasant dreams, Y/N.” I whispered as I drifted to sleep. “I promise I’ll always be here for you.”

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the-quiet-winds · 5 years

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You Clicked Your Heels and Wished for Me (part one)

i woke up in a cold sweat during the night and realized i didn’t queue up anything so here is me queuing today’s post 14 minutes before it goes live! woo!

this is another cowritten fic between me and @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts, because... reasons i guess?

trigger warning for blood, accidental harm

[Part 1: In Case I Lost My Train of Thought]

it’s not often that jane or katherine go away without the other, but on this particular occasion it happened. a historian got into contact with jane and asked for an interview, hoping it would help her in her new book all about edward vi, learning about the preparation for his birth. jane accepted, but the only problem was the historian lived in america. it was soon worked out with the theatre; jane would take a five-day trip to ohio, where the historian was based, and grace would cover her shows for the week. jane asks katherine if she wants to come with her but katherine, worried about the fan reaction to two queens being away for the whole week, decides she’ll be okay. after all, the regularity of her nightmares had reduced rapidly over the past few months, and jane promises to call every evening.

the first night after jane leaves, she is sure to call to check in, taking katherine she landed safe in ohio and is in a lovely hotel, and the first round of interviews was the following day.

katherine is delighted at the news, thankful to hear her mother’s voice. she’s okay, just in ohio, katherine tells herself.

that night, however, just before she goes to bed, she sees a news story about a terrorist in the united states being sentenced to execution, and the thought of execution in any sense brought a nightmare raging through her mind, seeing thomas and henry and a world where she didn’t have jane and she wakes up in a cold sweat.

it takes several moments for her to realise where she is; at home, in bed, hundreds of years away from those men. she takes a few deep breaths to try and stop herself from shaking, but her efforts prove in vain. after the fear and vulnerability, the emotion she’s most feeling is annoyance. everything had been going so well, and she was sure she’d be okay without jane, but her mum had been away for one night and katherine had already messed up.

as katherine becomes more lucid she notices a sharp, stinging pain on her neck. she grabs her phone and looks in the camera; she must have accidentally scratched herself in her sleep, because there was a single raised red line against her skin. it didn’t look too bad and would probably fade by the morning, but katherine grumbles at herself under her breath anyway. she lies back down and closes her eyes, trying her best to get some sleep. she has two shows tomorrow, after all.

she doesn’t get much more sleep that night, unfortunately. she slogs through the morning and the pre-show, then calls jane, who had promised that she’d have those times carved out for when katherine would call.

“kitty-kat?” she hums upon answering. katherine gives a tiny sigh of relief.

“hey mum,” she says, trying to sound as awake as she could. the crappy phone connection must have helped, because jane didn’t notice a thing.

the shows goes on without a hitch, including grace’s performance as jane.

katherine gets to her song and the final chorus sends her head racing, as always. her mind flashes back to the previous night, and one hand subconsciously reaches for her neck, where her choker begins to feel just a bit tight, and she claws at it, almost trying to break it.

her nails rake against her skin, much harder than they’d done in her sleep, but katherine doesn’t even notice, nor does she notice the stinging pain from the red lines drawn. it’s only when a hand grabs her wrist in part of the choreography that she lets go of her choker, but the emotions of the song are still charging through her, keeping her head in the slight haze it was always in at the end of her song. jane would normally be around to give her a reassuring look from off-stage when she finishes her song but jane wasn’t here, and katherine was alone.

there’s something weird about katherine’s headspace for the rest of the show, something not quite right. she catches the strange looks of concern the other girls give her and she’s not entirely sure why, until she gets backstage to the dressing room and glances in the mirror.

her neck is bright red. redder than the mark from her dream. redder than all of the warning signs she begins to see about where this could lead.

she doesn’t choose to ignore them, per say, but she doesn’t change her actions.

during that evening’s show, adrenaline courses through her blood during her number, coupled with jane’s absence until she’s reaching for the neck that was once separated from her shoulders and she’s clawing her way through another breakdown.

she knows jane wouldn’t want her doing this.

but jane isn’t here.

and katherine is very much alone.

the marks are even worse when katherine looks in the mirror this time, some of them even drawing tiny droplets of blood. she changes hurriedly and wraps a scarf around her neck, almost bumping into parr as she enters. parr gives her a concerned look.

“are you alright, kid?”

“i’m fine,” katherine nods quickly. parr regards her for a few seconds.

“how’s your neck?”

“fine,” katherine says again, eager for the conversation to be over. “it was an accident, that’s all.”

“once is an accident, kid, twice is a habit,” parr says gently. katherine feels a strange petulant annoyance rush through her. this was none of parr’s business, she thinks, even though she knows rationally parr is only worried about her and wants to help.

she bites back the retort on her tongue and tells a half-truth. “just had a bad dream last night, that’s all. i’ll be fine tomorrow.”

parr looks at her skeptically but relents, instead asking if katherine wants to check in with jane.

to her surprise and mystification, katherine says no.

“she’s probably busy,” katherine lies, “i’ll call her later.”

she does, though, shoot a text to jane. “shows went well. i’m dead tired and i’ll talk to you more tomorrow 💖,” read the text.

katherine tries her best to get an early night, after cleaning the scratches on her neck with a wince and some antiseptic. she manages it for a few hours, but then she’s thrown into another nightmare, this time of her last days locked in a tiny room. all the fear and pain comes rushing back, the terror that they’re going to mess up her beheading the way they did margaret pole’s, that instead of one quick swoop they’ll hack away at her. she wakes up with her sheets soaked in cold sweat and she desperately tries to catch her breath.

her neck stings, which isn’t surprising.

what does surprise her is parr’s light voice coming through the door.

“katherine? kid, can i come in?”

katherine, with a hint of annoyance, agrees.

parr comes in, dresses in her pajamas, looking concerned.

“i heard you thrashing around.”

katherine shrugs. “just another bad dream, that’s all.”

parr sits down on the edge of the bed. “these have been getting more frequent,” she observes. “what’s going on?”

“nothing,” katherine says, a bit too forcefully and a bit too quickly. “i’m fine.”

parr looks at her for a few moments, expression inscrutable. “you know, if you’d prefer to talk to jane about it then i’m sure she’d still be awake-”

“god, i’m fine!” katherine snaps. “i don’t need jane for everything, i’m not a child!”

there’s a few moments of silence and katherine flushes slightly, ashamed of her outburst. “sorry,” she mutters. “i’m just- a bit stressed, that’s all.”

“if you need a show off, i can talk to vicki, get her to cover for you,” parr starts, but katherine shakes her head.

“i’m okay. or, i will be, i promise.”

parr narrows her eyes slightly in disbelief, but doesn’t push her. instead she reaches out and puts a gentle and caring hand on her shoulder, patting once, then pulling back. “if you ever need to talk,” she says softly. “you know where i am.”

katherine gives a half-grateful smile. “thanks, parr.”

parr returns the smile. “of course, kid.” she stands up, gives her one last meaningful look, and exits the room, leaving katherine alone.

katherine doesn’t get much sleep for the rest of the night again. just as she thinks she might be about to doze off, her hand comes up to absentmindedly scratch at her neck, aggravating the sharp red lines already there. by the time morning comes, her neck is a mess of irritated raised skin and katherine physically winces as she looks at herself in the mirror. she couldn’t go down to breakfast looking like that, and so she grabs some concealer and tries her best to cover the marks on her neck.

each press of the makeup sponge makes her flinch, the concealer probably not mixing well with the angry skin.

she blends it the best she can without crying out in pain, until her neck looks fairly evenly toned.

she leaves her room and makes her way to the stairs, but freezes with her hand on the banister as she hears parr from downstairs.

“she hasn’t been sleeping,” katherine hears her say, presumably through the phone. “i don’t know what to do.”

there’s a pause.

“i understand, jane,” she says, “but she doesn’t want to talk.”

embarrassment and a touch of shame rushes through katherine. jane was meant to be enjoying herself, not worrying about katherine, especially over something as stupid as a couple of nightmares. she fixes a smile on her face and heads down the stairs as loudly as possible so parr could at least pretend she hadn’t been snitching on katherine. okay, that wasn’t fair of her, she chastises herself. parr wasn’t snitching, she was just worried. what katherine needed to do, then, was to remove the worry. she needed to seem like everything was fine.

she holds her head up to show her makeup-covered neck and looks as awake as possible by smiling at parr, then furrowing her brows and pointing at the phone in her hand.

‘jane,’ parr mouths, completely unaware katherine had been listening in. the younger girl nods. “can i speak to her?”

parr looks somewhat surprised, then hands over the phone.

“mum?” she asks. “how’s ohio?”

“kat,” jane says, sounding almost relieved. “it’s lovely, kat. dr harrison has been so nice. how’s everything at home?” she asks the last part slightly cautiously, and katherine knows what she’s getting at, but she decides to play it off.

“everything’s fine. i had a nightmare last night, but then parr came in and spoke to me, and i slept like a baby for the rest of the night.” she figures a half lie would be better; parr had no doubt told jane about the nightmare, so it was better to include it in her story.

“really?” jane asks, sounding slightly taken aback.

“yeah, i think i must have been tired,” katherine tries her best to sound nonchalant.”

jane gives a hum, one that doesn’t sound completely convinced but she doesn’t press on.

“well at least it’s only an evening show tonight, right?” jane asks.

they only talk for a few more minutes before jane has to hang up, saying something about needing to talk to doctor harrison. she says they’ll talk later and the line goes silent.

katherine sets the phone down, gives parr what could barely be called a glare, and retreats back upstairs.

#six the musical #six musical #jane seymour #katherine howard #catherine parr #julie and jess write #you clicked your heels and wished for me

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