#safe to say he started showing up really beat up at 3am more often after this

[sstvar]

anya giving the big ol boy some affection or comfort after a rough mission I DEMAND IT NOWEW 🙎‍♀️

OK FINE- /lh

plus a bonus:

he sure is used to giving out the affection so it sure comes as a shock when he’s the one RECEIVING it

consider this the official opening of the valentine’s event :) sorry i got to it kinda late, got busy again 😭😭 so come on guys keep ‘em comin 😈

[devildom-tyrant]

Hi, sorry to bother you if you've done this already, but I've read your drabble where MC is comforted after a nightmare by the brothers (Mammon, Beel, and Satan) and it just makes me so soft I love it so much I keep rereading it. So I was wondering if you could do another with Asmo and Levi (and possibly Lucifer)? Obviously no pressure or anything, I'm a writer myself and understand that inspiration can be fleeting at times. Anyways, thank you, have a nice day/night!! 💖

You wake up yet again, jolting from your rest with your heart pounding in your throat.  It takes you several panicked breaths to realize that you’re in your room, safe in your bed, and it was just another nightmare that jarred you from your slumber.  

The details are foggy, but you can still remember the laughter, and the feeling of someone hating you with every fiber of their being to the point that they wanted you dead, that they were thrilled that you were dying.

Your bed sheets are a tangled mess around your legs, and you hastily kick them off, sitting upright and rubbing the sleep from your eyes with one hand, while you blindly reach for your D.D.D. with the other.  The screen lights up, showing that it’s past 3AM, and you fight back a groan.  You’re exhausted, but you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep like this.  And if you show up to class half-asleep again, everyone’s just going to worry about you.

You switch on your bedside lamp and weigh your options, your gaze riveted to your D.D.D.  

Lucifer

Automatically, you scroll to Lucifer’s name.  At this hour, he’s likely to be asleep, though you know that his work usually keeps him up rather late.  If you texted him, he would likely be worried... After all, you rarely reach out to him for help, not wanting to burden him when he has enough on his plate with Diavolo.  

Several minutes pass with your screen pulled up to your text messages with Lucifer, before you finally suck in a deep breath and hastily type out: “Are you awake?”  Before your mind talks you out of it, you hit Send and then immediately panic.  You really don’t want to tell Lucifer about the nature of the nightmares, nor do you want to admit to them in the first place and skew his view of you.  

An R for Read pops up next to the text, followed by three dots to indicate his typing, and you mentally flip your shit.

“I am now.  Why are you awake?”

Shit, did you wake him up?  You chew on your bottom lip, and carefully type out your response.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.  I was just having trouble sleeping and wondered if you might be up, that’s all.”

You follow that text with a sticker that’s sweat-dropping and smiling apologetically to keep it light-hearted.  Lucifer texts back immediately:

“Oh?”

“Come to my room then.”

You hesitate at that, your heart pounding in your chest.  Did he just--?  Is he asking you to--?

“We can talk or listen to one of my records if that might help you.  Or I may have some tea that could help.”

Oh.  Your panic eases a bit, and you acquiescence, typing out an All right before rising to your feet and making your way to his bedroom.  You feel as if you’re sneaking through the house, and it almost makes you feel guilty; it’s too quiet when everyone’s asleep.  However, you make it to Lucifer’s room without incident, and he opens the door before you even knock.  His expression is neutral, until he catches a glimpse of your tired, haggard appearance, which brings a light frown to his features.

“You look like hell,” he bluntly states, moving aside to let you in.

“I’m in hell,” you shoot back, to which he chuckles.

“Essentially.  But that’s never stopped you from sleeping before.”

His tone is pointed, and you feel as if he knows exactly why you can’t sleep.  He’s always been sharp, usually one step ahead -- or so it seemed until recently.  Now, you know he’s not infallible, and he doesn’t know your every move.  He’s fishing, hoping you’ll take the bait and talk to him about it.  But as much as you’d like to, you’re also stubborn -- and so very tired.  It’s a talk for another time.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up.  I thought you might be working late or something,” you admit, skirting the issue and taking a seat on the edge of his bed.  He quirks an eyebrow, but moves to sit at his desk.  

“Not this late on a school night.”

You can’t help but laugh, your thoughts a little more uncensored thanks to your lack of sleep.  “Sorry.  That sounded weird coming from you.”

“What?  It’s the truth.  Our little sleep study proved the importance of rest before classes, didn’t it?”  A smile plays at his lips at the thought of that, and the memory makes your cheeks heat up.  Suddenly, his bed feels huge, yet this room feels so small, drawing the two of you together.  You shouldn’t have come up here this late.  

“I--”  Part of you knows you should say that you can sleep now, that you’re fine, but you’re not.  “I wish I could sleep, but I’ve been... having nightmares, and they’re stupid, but I just...”

Your voice trails, and Lucifer moves from the chair to the bed in an instant, all traces of his teasing smile gone as he pulls you against his chest.  He doesn’t have to ask what they’re about; he knows.

He holds you in silence for a moment, while your heart hammers so hard, you know he can feels it.  Finally, his deep baritone murmurs, “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Your name comes out on his lips, and you feel your eyes watering, but you blink it away and shake your head.  “I’m okay.  I’m okay now.  Can we... lie down for a bit?”

The request comes out small, fearful of rejection, yet afraid of the acceptance as well.  Wordlessly, Lucifer lies back on the bed with you, his arms wound around you tight, one hand lightly trailing along your back.  You curl into him, burying your face in his chest (his heart’s beating quickly, too, some part of you registers), and slowly begin to drift asleep.

In your semi-consciousness, you realize Lucifer’s humming a melody you’ve never heard before, yet it makes you feel so safe.

Asmo

You know Asmo isn’t awake at this hour; he’s always told you that he needs plenty of beauty rest for his skin.  Still, you can’t help but click on his name, wishing that he was up so he could comfort you.  He’s so light-hearted, smiling and looping his arm through yours, and that casual intimacy has always put you at ease when you’re around him.  It makes it feel like you’ve known him forever. 

It’s that feeling that makes you type candidly, your thumb flying across the buttons.  

“I can’t sleep.”

If he doesn’t respond, then that’s fine; he’ll likely ask you about it tomorrow or give your tips to combat the bags that will surely be beneath your eyes.  To your surprise, however, an R pops up next to the message, followed closely by Asmo typing.  

“Then sleep with me, darling.”

That’s a dangerous double-meaning coming from the Avatar of Lust, but with your anxiety ramped up to an 11, you’re definitely not in the mood for that kind of distraction.  As you make your way out into the corridor and toward his room, you type out a clarification.  

“Just sleep, okay?  I had a nightmare.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take your mind off it.”

When Asmo opens his door, you give him a lop-sided grin.  “You perv.”

“On the contrary, darling, what I said was completely innocent.  Check the chat log.  If you took it wrong, well... then, I must be rubbing off on you.”  Asmo smirks, automatically looping an arm around your waist and pulling you close.  To his credit, he’s never groped you (without implicit permission), so you’ve always felt at complete ease with his physical affection.  

“You’ve definitely been a bad influence,” you joke, not that your mind wasn’t dirty before you came to the Devildom.  “But I’m really tired.  I wanna be able to sleep.”

“Of course.  But you’re so tense!  Here, lie down on the bed and let me loosen you up.”  There’s a dirty joke on both of your tongues, but you’re too drained to make it, and he’s trying to be on his best behavior.  You comply, however, plopping down face-first onto his luxurious bed, while he sits beside you and begins rubbing the tension from your shoulders.  Asmo knows what he’s doing when it comes to massages, and his bed has a heavy floral scent, likely from the lotions and perfumes he uses often.  It’s so relaxing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, surprisingly energized for this time of night.  It’s obvious that you woke him up, but strangely enough, he isn’t complaining about the interruption to his beauty sleep.

“Not really.”  You’re starting to feel guilty about keeping him up.  “Hey, I think I’m good on the massage.  Do you mind... cuddling?”

His hands still on your shoulder blades.  “You don’t have to ask me twice.  I always want to cuddle with you!”  Grinning excitedly, he climbs beneath the covers beside you, and wraps you up in his arms.  He’s so warm, and you feel so at ease, surrounded by his soothing scent.  You wind your arms around his slender frame, and he grins, pulling you in tighter, facing one another.  

“You’re such a cute human.  You sounded embarrassed to ask just then.”

Your face flushes.  “Shuddup.  I just want you to get your beauty sleep,” you mutter, which only causes him to hug you tighter.

“Aww, you were worried about me?  You’re so sweet!  I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, silly.”  His hand trails along your back, just barely beneath your shirt so you can feel his skin on yours.  He tucks your head beneath his chin, but you can tell from his voice that he’s still grinning broadly.  “Just relax and fall asleep with me.  You won’t have a nightmare as long as I’m holding you.”

Asmo rocks you gently, until your abashment fades and you feel yourself succumbing to sleep at last.

He’s right.  

You don’t have another nightmare that night.  

Levi

If there’s someone you know is going to be awake and gaming at 3AM, it’s definitely Levi.  You click on his name, and type out a quick text:  “I can’t sleep.  Do you wanna come to my room and binge something?”

He reads the text within seconds and starts typing, just as you anticipated.  

“Raiding.  Come to my room instead?”

Even if you can’t sleep, you want to.  You want the company, a distraction, some comfort.  You would go to his room -- you’ve pulled plenty of all-nighters there, but... that’s what they were.  All-nighters.  His bed is literally a bathtub, and the one time you decided to take a nap in it, your neck had a wicked cramp in it for days. 

“I’m tired, though.  I was hoping we could watch it in bed and maybe fall asleep halfway through?”

This time, he reads it and doesn’t reply right away.  You see the three dots start and stop, and you’re not sure if he’s at a pivotal point in the raid, or if he’s too flustered by your invitation to properly respond.  Levi’s stayed in your room plenty of times, but he’s usually camped out with pillows in the floor, and if you happen to drift off, he keeps telling you random trivia about the show and shaking your leg until you make a noise that you heard him.  You’ve never fallen asleep with him.  

Your D.D.D. finally chimes with a notification.

“Did you send this to the right person??”

“Yes, Levi.”

“Oh.  Then you meant you want me to stay until you fall asleep.  For a second, I thought you meant sleep with you in your bed lolol.

Okay, after the raid.”

You know it’s just Levi being Levi and assuming you don’t feel that way about him, but with all the nervous energy you still have over the nightmare, you can’t help but feel your eyes water.  As childish as it sounds, you just want him to hold you so you can feel like everything’s okay.  You know you need to spell it out, but you leave his message on Read and pull the covers up to your chin, closing your eyes.  

... It’s too restrictive.  You kick at the covers and pick up your phone again, but... you can’t bring yourself to send another text, begging him to hurry.  You can always go to his room; the invitation stands.  Instead, you waste your time weighing your options, becoming more anxious, and ultimately, getting up to pace around your room.  

 About fifteen minutes pass before you hear a knock at your door, but it feels as if it’s been an eternity.  “It’s open,” you say, loud enough for him to hear, and Levi steps inside with a box set tucked beneath his arm.  

“Okay, I brought I Accidentally Became a Magical Girl, but the Transformation Sequence Takes So Long that the Villains Keep Attacking Me Halfway Through, and I Keep Losing but at Least I Get a Rose for Trying.  It got really good reviews, and I know you said you wanted to see more comedy anime.”  He smiles with such sincerity that you can’t help but feel guilty over tearing up a little earlier.  Just being around him makes you feel more at ease.  

“Thanks Levi, that sounds great.  Pop it in, and let’s give it a go.”  You smile doesn’t quite meet your gaze, and even though he’s a shut-in, it doesn’t go unnoticed that you’re acting different.  He pauses, but then shakes it off and starts setting it up, while you sit down on your bed.  As the first episode starts, he sits down beside you on the edge of the bed, while you’re sitting with your back against your pillows.  He starts telling you trivia about the animation studio and apparently, how the manga is actually more ecchi than the anime.  “OHHH, but I didn’t mean that I brought an ecchi anime for us to watch!  I mean, it’s sure to have some fanservice, but... but that’s just to be expected, right?  I wasn’t trying to be -- to be an Asmo or anything, I just thought you’d like it because it’s, uh, it’s supposed to be funny, and I--”

You lean forward and rest your forehead against his shoulder, cutting off his flustered explanation.  “You know I don’t mind that, Levi,” you assure him, before reaching out and grasping his sleeve.  He’s tense; even though you can’t see his face, you know it’s bright red, and you can feel the weight of his stare.  “I’d love to watch it with you.  I just... Will you lie down with me while we watch it?”

“L-l-lie down with you?!  Just-- just like that?!  Is this a joke?  Is this some kind of weird normie--?”

He breaks off as you finally raise your head to meet his gaze.  Levi can tell something’s amiss; he isn’t oblivious, he just lacks self-confidence.  He softly says your name.  “Why can’t you sleep?”

“I had a nightmare.  About, well... what happened back then.  In the foyer.  When... Belphie, uh...”

“Oh.”  He slides an arm around you, pulling you closer against his shoulder.  You feel so weak admitting that, but Levi isn’t judgmental; he just offers you the comfort you so desperately wanted from him.  “I didn’t know.  I thought you were just awake because you drank too much coffee or were bored or something.  If... If it’ll make you feel better, ye-yeah, I... I’ll lie down with you.  If you really want me to!”

He’s still flustered, but he doesn’t think you’re joking anymore, so you smile and nod against his shoulder.  “I’d really like that, Levi.  Thank you.”

His face turns even brighter.  “Y-yeah, no problem!”  

Levi slides under the covers after you straighten them out, and you settle in beside him.  His back’s up against the pillows now, so you snuggle into his side until he lifts his arm and gingerly puts it around you.  Your cheek settles on his chest, and he audibly gulps, but doesn’t move.  

Halfway into the episode, he starts pointing out the manga differences again, and you both laugh along with the gags and tropes throughout the show.  Levi becomes more comfortable and trails his fingers along your back, and you throw one of your legs over his, cuddling closer.  He keeps talking, this eccentric, passionate part of his personality being something you absolutely love about him, and the low murmur of his voice lulls you into a peaceful sleep.  

[miyaniacs]

Sinfully Sweetheart pt.9

A/N: uhm yeah my attempt to continue this series with our fav twins... well.. its trashy I'm so sorry lol - tell me if you want a pt2 to this one so I can make it up for you lol (also it’s not really edited since I couldn't get myself to reread this) 

other parts can be found in my masterlist 

Warnings : slight NSFW, also reader is ‚slightly‘ drunk (but not drunk drunk they can still think straight)

Atsumu & Osamu 

Well you and the twins know each other since you’re born practically 

Your parents are Highschool friends 

And that’s why you’re here now 

At some get together of your parents Highschool group 

It’s cool and all since you’re friends with some of their daughters, who are almost like sisters for you 

And you haven’t seen them that often the past months - you’re all in your 20’s now, meaning different cities, different universities, different jobs, some are already engaged - the whole : Who are you in your 20’s  span of : not knowing what you’re getting for dinner to Let me pick up my kids real quick, my husband is still at work

Due to exam season you haven’t had a real chance to dress up or go out, since all your nights are spent in front of your laptop, with a glass of wine at 3am, helping you with your existential crisis and your fits are what you already wore at 3am 

SO NOW 

It’s your time to…. Feel human again.  Taking a shower, putting on a hair and face mask, painting your nails, putting on some lipstick and eyeliner, finally being able to wear all the hot fits you brought at 4am right after your existential crisis - yeah the usual 

Currently your moms best friends are gushing over how much you’re grown up etc and telling embarrassing stories of your childhood 

The fun part tho - you’ve grown up soooo much - so you’re now getting handed the good stuff and not some apple juice

You’re on your… 3rd Margarita now 

Your 2 „Sisters“ at their 4rd - they both brought their boyfriends with them who are also forced to drive tonight 

“Why are you still sitting here with us the whole time?“ One of the mums ask, making you all look at her confused 

“I mean, shouldn’t you dance?“ She corrected herself laughing 

“Yeah, isn’t that the song you three always danced to?“ Your mum laughs. 

Talking about embarrassing stories: Yes you danced to “Pony“ by Ginuwine

Atsumu starts laughing, “Yeah please show us, haven’t you just told us how much you missed riding.“ 

Great. Just great. you ignored the twins the whole time until now. 

Why? Well your best friends attends the same college as Atsumu and after all her bragging abilities how lucky you can be to be friends with such good looking twins… you started to look at them differently? They’ve always been the „chaotic twins“ who you know since you can remember.  Yet after she gushed about them for hours and proved her points with pictures on instagram  You had a rather strange dream that night.  And you can’t look at them anymore now  The sinning was WAY TOO BAD

Back to the now 

Taking a big sip you roll your eyes at his comment and sass “Well, judging from what I’ve heard you’re quite a pro at... instructing how to ride properly.“ 

Osamu chocked on his drink 

Their mother takes a big sip of her red wine 

But Atsumu gets up and now towers over you 

Fuck 

Don’t think of that dream now, Don’t - don’t - don’t 

“That’s right.“ He grins, “And as far as I can remember your skills need some serious practice.“ He smirks and now you’re almost choking on your own breath

"Let me help you, yes?“ He extends his hand, but you just look at it while you feel your face getting redder with every second 

"Tsumu, stop it.“ Osamu says and you look at him as if he’s your knight in shining armor- 

Until he opens his mouth again 

"She’s still our small innocent y/n.“ He laughs and looks at you with slightly closed eyes. 

"Oh yeah, yer right, I forgot.“ Atsumu laughs, but quickly stops when you get up and take his hand dragging him away from the table to the open space

Was it the Margaritas giving you the confidence? Probably yes. 

That has to be the reason why you’re currently placing one of your hands around Atsumu’s neck and press your back on his chest 

His hands are placed on your waist, trying to keep it all “our parents are watching“ friendly 

Starting to body roll on him you feel his grip tightening, making sure you’re staying as close as possible 

When you arch your back though-  you hear him coughing “Our parents are still watching.“  

As if the playlist heard his wishes, the song changed to “Bootylicious“. 

You laugh and turn around “Ohhh come on ( your friends names), that’s our song.“ You say remembering that you three had a whole choreography planned for this song 

“Wow and what about me?“ Atsumu teases

“You haven’t given me any instructions so you’re useless.“ You smile brightly and push him away 

Laughing it off he walks back to the table and sits down next to Osamu

The whole situation long forgotten you pull of your choreography, which includes way more hip shakes and “I dropped my phone“ or “where’s my phone“ moves than you remembered 

Your parents are all outside at this point enjoying the warm summer night

What you’re not noticing though is the fact that Atsumu’s and Osamu’s eyes are fixed on your every move 

Slowly they start to realise that you’re not… so innocent anymore 

So it doesn’t hurt to play with you a bit right? 

That said they join you on the dace floor, together with the others boyfriends

Right now some Sean Paul song’s on

Osamu is right in fort of you meaning he’s you’re new dance partner now - If he wants it or not

But believe me he wants it 

Your hands on his chest, running slightly down his torso as you go down to the beat, still looking up at him through your lashes 

Getting back up you’re wrapping your arms around Osamu’s neck

Immediately his hands find their way to your lower back, pulling you against him 

"Well.. what happened to our innocent babygirl?“ He whispers in your ear 

You can feel his breath on your neck  His chest pressing against you with every breath he takes  His strong grip holing you in place  This whole scenario reminds you way too much of your dream 

"Ohh, suddenly shy again?“ He teases while guiding your body to move to the beat 

"Uhm.. no I - uhm..“ You stutter 

"Yes?“ He asks, but before you can answer, you’re pulled away from Osamu and pressed against a slightly more toned chest.

"Samu, you never knew how to share.“ Atsumu grumbles and rests his hands on your hip

"Relax Y/N. We’re just dancing.“ He chuckles 

Was it the alcohol? Or the lack of sleep? Or all the pictures your best friend showed you?  You have no idea  But things escalated quickly and you’re now dancing… unholy with both of the twins

You’re arms around Atsumu’s neck, his thigh between your legs, while Osamu’s hands are on your hips moving them against his 

Thank god your parents left the room and your friends are too occupied with their boyfriends to notice 

"How about we leave?“ Atsumu suddenly whispers dangerously low in your ear, "I still have to teach you how to ride, don’t I?“ He smirks down at you 

"Don’t listen to him.“ Osamu says, “I’m a way better teacher.“ He says and his lips press against he sensitive skin behind your ear. 

"Uhm.. I - no - we shouldn’t do this…“ you try to convince them, well more yourself if you’re honest 

"If you truly don’t want this.“ Atsumu says and moves a few inches away from you, Osamu doing the same 

"I - wait no!“ You exclaim, without even thinking about it 

"What’s the magic word?“ Osamu says while walking around you stopping next to his brother 

"P- Please..?“ You stutter, not truly sure if you’re actually dreaming all of this again 

"Goodgirl.“ Atsumu smirks and pats your head. 

"I’ll go and tell our parents that we’re driving you home.“ Osamu says and is about to leave when you hold onto his arm

"Wait!! Non of us can drive though!“ You remember 

"… Atsumu and I both got a drivers license?“ He asks confused

"Yeah yeah I do too, but we can’t drive! We all drank too much.“ You mumble 

To your surprise both of them laugh 

"What?“ You look between the two of them 

"Baby,…, non of us drank any alcohol.“ Atsumu says and Osamu continues his way outside, telling your parents that you’re too tired from the past week and they’ll make sure to get you home safely

"You�� you didn’t?“ You ask shocked. 

"No baby, after seeing you dace, we’re sure that you’ll be needing all of our attention later on.“ He smiles and leans down, "And you’ll get all of our attention.“ He whispers the last part and emphasises the all

You gulp and look at him with big eyes

What exactly have you gotten yourself into? 

let me just tag you @kenmasgameboy​ so you know what trash I was talking about alsooo @saucysamu​ @shoyosun​ since Osamu is included 

[gamerwoo]

Minghao: Little Talks

Characters: Minghao x female reader

Genre/warnings: non idol au, angst, a lot of mentions of death, stuff about grieving, implied suicide at the end

Word count: 2,870

Summary: Don’t listen to a word I say. The screams all sound the same. Though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore.

a/n: this was inspired by little talks by of monsters and men!!

Seventeen Song Series

“It was built in the 1800s,” Minghao had beamed as the two of you looked up at the house before you. “The inside has been updated but it still has that vintage feel. I’m telling you, it’s our house.”

Now you wished it wasn’t. You wished you never bought this old, creaky house because you now resided in it alone. What was once a warm home now was like a cold, dark space that didn’t even feel like it belonged to you. All because Minghao was no longer there to make it feel like a home. He went out to see his friends but he never came back. His car slid into a tree on a winter day, and died before he even got to the hospital. Everything was taken from you that day.

You had just gotten home from the funeral. It was back in China and you had flown there with his friends. You didn’t mind staying in a hotel room with Joshua because at least somebody could be there to comfort you. But now as you set your suitcase down in the foyer of your house, it set in just how alone you were. You could hear the house settle as the wind continued to blow wet leaves around outside, and that only reminded you of the day you got the call about Minghao. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

It was early afternoon, but you decided to go upstairs to bed anyway. The stairs creaked like they always did when you walked on them, and Minghao used to always tell you that it gave the house character so you never fixed it. Now, you didn’t like how the old sound echoed through the house. It creeped you out, like you were now living in a house that hadn’t been lived in for years.

As you were getting settled into bed, your phone vibrated from where you set it to charge on the nightstand. You reached over for it and saw that it was Junhui. Besides you and Minghao’s family, his best friend was taking it the hardest. The two boys had moved here together, and now that Minghao was gone, Jun felt alone like you did. He even stayed home in China just to be with his family for a while, hoping that would help him.

Jun: Are you home already?

You: Yeah

Jun: How do you feel?

You: Alone

Jun: :(

Jun: He’s always with you, _____. You’re never alone.

You knew he was trying to comfort you, but it made you want to cry. You just wanted to hold Minghao in your arms again. You wanted to feel his lips on your forehead and see the fond look in his eyes as he chuckled at whatever dumb thing you said or did that he always found endearing. You just wanted Minghao back, not any of that ‘he’s watching over you’ crap.

You set your phone down and laid down in bed, curling up on your side. But it felt too empty. You’d never slept in that bed alone, and you didn’t like how it felt. There was no dip in the bed, no warmth, no arms wrapped around you. And it didn’t help that Minghao’s scent still lingered on his side of the bed, tricking you into thinking he could still be there.

With tear-filled eyes, you got out of bed and grabbed Minghao’s pillow. You brought your phone and your charger downstairs and plugged it back in before putting the pillow on one end of the couch. Then you laid down, covered yourself with the blanket folded over the back of the couch, and cried silently until you fell asleep, your tears staining Minghao’s pillow.

-

You woke up multiple times, but you forced yourself to stay asleep. The house groaned and creaked too often like somebody was walking through the house, and you didn’t like it. But you’d rather be asleep and not think than be awake and not only listen to the noise your empty house made, but remember that Minghao wasn’t there with you. 

It wasn’t until it was 3am that you couldn’t force yourself to sleep anymore. You weren’t tired and the noises were keeping you awake. The house was just so old that it made every creepy and creaky noise imaginable — especially the stairs that weren’t too far away from the living room. So you got up and began wandering the house, turning on all the lights just to make it a bit more bearable. You didn’t like walking around the house alone because it felt so big and so...off. It was like you never even lived there. The pictures of you and Minghao that you had around the house, though, felt like they were from another life or an alternate timeline. They were like they never happened even though it was only a few weeks ago that he was here.

You sniffles as you explored the house, seeing it as a different place even though you’d live there with Minghao for the last five months. You had previously lived together in an apartment for three years but he wanted to finally have a place to call your own. This house did feel like a home with your boyfriend in it, but now? It was unfamiliar to you. It felt cold and empty and alone, and there was nothing you could—

Warmth touched your hand. You gasped and yanked your hand upward, staring at your fingertips as they tingled. Were you going crazy and imagining things? Was it some sort of wishful thinking that somebody — specifically Minghao — would comfort you? 

You slowly put your hand back down, trying to see if you would feel it again. Sure enough, warmth encased your hand, and it was oddly comforting. It felt like when Minghao would hold your hand when you were afraid to do something like go through a haunted house on Halloween or stand on the short step ladder to put the star on top of the Christmas tree or when you’d wake up from a nightmare. 

Maybe Minghao really was with you. Maybe he knew that you were afraid without him and he was here to comfort you. Maybe when people said your loved ones were watching over you, they really were.

-

It had been two days since that weird occurrence, and you still couldn’t tell if it was just your imagination or not. Not to mention it was 3am. It was really late, so maybe that had something to do with it. 

But...what if…?

You decided that maybe you’d talk to Seungcheol about it. He invited you out that day because he wanted to make sure you were okay. However, he made sure to say he would be picking you up rather than having you meet him somewhere. You knew he’d give you his honest opinion on what was going on, even if maybe it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. 

You went for lunch at the place he knew was your favorite restaurant. He was standing outside your door to pick you up with one hand shoved in his jacket pocket while the other held his phone, his head bowed as he looked at the screen. His nose and cheeks were pink from the cold, but he still smiled when he looked up at you, and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. 

“How’ve you been?” he asked just as he pulled away.

“Okay,” you shrugged. “You could’ve waited in the car for me, y’know. It’s cold.”

“It doesn’t bother me,” he chuckled. “I’ve only been here a minute.”

The two of you drove to the restaurant while making small talk. You mostly asked each other how you’d been and how readjusting was going. Seungcheol had been seeing a counselor now because he was afraid. He was the one who invited Minghao out and asked him to meet the rest of them there. Now he’s afraid that none of his friends will show up, just like Minghao never did. It’s why he insisted on picking you up, like he did with anybody he wanted to hang out with now. However, he offered to hang out even less than he used to. He used to want to do something almost every night, but now he stayed in and just texted his friends. 

Everybody thought it was best for you to see somebody, too. You and Minghao had been together for almost four years, and all of his friends knew he planned on proposing on your four year anniversary. However, that obviously didn’t work out, and everybody was afraid to tell you. The ring was ultimately given to his parents, so you never saw it. But because they knew how much he meant to you and that you both wanted to spend your lives together, everybody thought it was best for you to talk to somebody about how you felt -- especially now that you lived alone. 

For now, you just cooped yourself up in your lonely house, which was why everyone was so worried about you.

“Can I ask you a weird question?” you asked after the small conversation about what Seungcheol had been up to since arriving back home had died down.

“You can ask me anything,” he replied, glancing at you.

You weren’t sure how to ask something so odd, but you knew if you just beat around the bush, you’d never get the question out, “Do you believe in like...ghosts and things?”

“Ghosts?” Seungcheol repeated. He stayed silent for a second as his mind seemed to start to put the pieces together. “Why, do you think…?”

“It sounds crazy, but I swear I felt someone touch my hand the other night,” you admitted, unable to look at him when you said it because you knew how insane you sounded. You sounded like a heartbroken girlfriend grasping for anything to find comfort in -- and maybe you were in some ways. “I don’t know who else that could be.”

Seungcheol sighed softly, not wanting to come off as rude, but he had to admit he didn’t believe you, “_____, you haven’t been getting much sleep since the accident. I think your mind is just playing tricks on you. Seriously, you should see a professional to cope. I can try to hook you up with--”

As Seungcheol went on about how the person he was seeing was really helping and he thought it would help you too, you zoned out. Was Seungcheol right? Were you just grasping for straws?

But you swore, it felt so real…

-

Despite the seemingly constant texts from your friends to check up and make sure you were taking care of yourself, you didn’t do much and you didn’t go out to see anybody. After seeing Seungcheol almost a week ago, you didn’t want to tell anyone else of what happened. In fact, you were worried he had told the others, which was why they were even more adamant in checking in. You didn’t want them to pity you, thinking you were going crazy with your loneliness.

Maybe you weren’t going crazy, but you definitely weren’t motivated. Taking care of yourself was something that was difficult for you to do. Showering had become a chore, changing your clothes was something you hadn’t done since getting home from your outing with Seungcheol, and eating was something you did once a day -- on a good day. It wasn’t just because of grieving, but it was also because of the house. It was all too empty and sad. You didn’t like walking around it if you didn’t have to, so you chose not to.

During the week, you couldn’t help but feel like there was somebody watching you. You wondered if it was Minghao, but you kept reminding yourself of what Seungcheol had said. It was all in your head. ...Right? But you also knew that even if it was him, he’d be hurt to see the state you were in. You’d had your share of bad days where he’d do his best to try to get you out of bed and do something, but sometimes you just had really bad days where you couldn’t do the smallest things.

‘It’s killing me to see you this way, love,’ you faintly heard his voice say, like a memory in the back of your head.

Was it just a memory…?

You’d decided to stay in your bedroom instead of the couch. It was harder to hear the sounds the house made at night, but it didn’t mean you still didn’t hear them. The sounds of the stairs creaking at night kept you up when you tried to sleep, making you think someone was walking around. That whole week, you hardly slept at night -- but you didn’t sleep much during the day, either. The winter wind howling against the windows and causing the house to creak never seemed to become background noise like it had when Minghao was by your side.

You pulled the covers up to your nose during another sleepless night, ears listening to the sounds of the creaking stairs that were muffled by the closed bedroom door. It sounded like weight shifting as someone ascended the stairs, but nobody ever padded down the hall or opened the bedroom door. It was just the old house settling.

‘It’s the house telling you to close your eyes.’

It was something Minghao had said when the two of you first moved in and you had yet to adjust to the new noises and creaks your house made. You were afraid of the odd sounds that sounded creepy and made the house seem like it was alive, but Minghao tried to reassure you they were comforting sounds to not be afraid of.

However, this time when you heard it, it was like his soft voice was reminding you once again. It was still quiet, almost like it was all in your head, but it wasn’t just the memory of him saying it.

You felt warmth on your back, going all down the backside of your body. But this time, it didn’t startle you like it did when you felt it on your hand. This time, it felt comforting. Maybe it was from the lack of sleep, or maybe it was because it was the middle of the night and being awake so late would make anyone a little loopy. But you found yourself letting your heavy eyelids close, and you drifted off to a peaceful sleep for the first time in a long time.

-

If you really were hearing Minghao, you didn’t tell anyone. You knew they would all say what Seungcheol had, and you were already struggling against yourself to know if you were crazy or not. Some days, you were sure you knew what you were feeling and hearing. You were positive he was with you, trying to have little talks with you. Others, you convinced yourself you were crazy. Seungcheol’s words would ring in your head, and you could almost hear your other friends voicing their concern for your mental health. 

The days where you believed Minghao was with you, you’d speak aloud. It was like you were trying to talk to him, wherever he was. Maybe he couldn’t actually hear you, but you didn’t care. Sometimes, you swore you could hear him reply to you, but you’d look back on it a different day and tell yourself it was just wishful thinking. You never did truly know where you stood on if you were wrong or right.

There was one thing you were sure of: you weren’t getting any better. Whether you were crazy or not, the days never got any easier. You found it harder and harder to even reply to your friends, asking yourself what the point was anyway. Minghao was gone, leaving behind faint traces of himself in your house that slowly slipped away like faded memories. And with him completely gone, you couldn’t handle it. Little things you held onto like the smell of his pillow and the clothes still in the closet were becoming more and more faint, leaving you feeling more alone than you’d ever felt.

As you laid in bed, on top of the covers this time, you stared up at the ceiling. The edges of your vision warped and were slowly eaten up by black fog that started to consume everything you saw.

‘Just let me go, _____,’ you swore you heard Minghao’s voice, much clearer than any other time you’d thought you heard it. But you knew, even now, it might’ve been from your current state. Maybe it wasn’t real. But you wanted to believe it was; that he was on the other side. ‘I promise, we’ll meet again. But let me go for now.’

“Hao…” you croaked out quietly, your voice being met with the creaking of the house as the wind whipped the bare tree branches around outside “Please...wait for me…”

With a faint smile on your face, your eyes slowly closed, knowing that once you’d fallen asleep, you’d see your love once more.

[between-two-fandoms]

Who We Used To Be (Ray/Rose/Trevor)

As told by myself and @thesevenumbrellas tag teaming the whump in the 18+ JatP discord. Sev I swear we operate on the same braincell levels, we do be clowning. @bobbywilsonsupremacy  let us know what you think of this! I know you and I both hardcore ship Raybse.

Cover was created by @thesevenumbrellas​. Please don’t steal it.

This post got long so fair warning.

We wrote this in a discord server over the time span of hours so there’s some mistakes but i’m too lazy to go back and fix it all. Basically we tag teamed on a Raybse Trevor Wilson-centric whump story and can destroy a fandom with a single touch.

You’ll understand once you click the cut.

Don’t Steal Our Writing (but please reblog this to spread it around).

Trauma Time.

major whump warning

(Ren) Okay so if we're gonna be starting at 90's ot3 my children ray/bobby/Rose know that Ray is a panic bi and loves both of these humans very much with his whole ass heart.

(Ren) He takes pictures of his girlfriend and boyfriend while they’re on dates because he wants to capture the moments he was happy the most. Bobby always shed away from the camera burying his face in Rose's shoulder or leaning in for a kiss. Anyways as time goes by Ray notices Bobby's change in behavior. From being his go-happy-trauma boyf to being caught up in the music scene, often out at all hours to parties and label meetings only to come to to sleep on the couch, not even sharing the bed like he used to. It reminds Ray of the time when Bobby was grieving his boys. Ray hates it, but he loves bobby so he pushes his feelings aside to try and arrange more dates for the three of them to go on together.

(Sev) Ray waking up to only Rose in the bed and not Bobby, and it feels too cold in bed without him. So he'll try to call him, because it's 3am and he's supposed to be home and he's not. And Ray remembers what happened to Bobby's bandmates, and he can't admit it out loud but he's worried. Because what if that happens to Bobby? He knows it was a freak accident! What are the odds of it happening again?? But he can't shake that feeling when Bobby doesn't come home at night and Ray stays up all night worrying. Anyway he tries to call Bobby and Bobby doesn't answer. He'll leave loads of voicemails, trying not to be pushy because he knows Bobby doesn't respond well to that. But he's worried. He'll say "hey please call me when you get this." and then ten minutes later try again "hey just text me that you're safe okay?" He can't sleep because Bobby still isn't home. It's 5am. He has to go to work in two hours. Rose keeps telling him to go to bed but he can't.[2:58 PM]Bobby finally texts back. "I'm okay! Was playing with some friends, the gig went over time and then we went to  party." Ray wants to be angry because seriously? No phone calls because he was at a party? But he knows that'll just push Bobby away more!

(Ren) And so Ray has all of these festering emotions that boil down to worry and concern at the core but he's just so scared hes losing Bobby cause he never really had his own family to begin with and then one day when Ray comes home early from a photoshoot he can hear Bobby and Rose fighting over Bobby signing the contract that says he wrote Luke's songs but Ray just hears yelling before he even opens the door with his name thrown into the mix and then he gets even more scared because what if he loses Rose and Bobby? if he lost both of them he'd be destroyed. So he doesnt knock. He doesnt go home. Instead he walks around the city until he was supposed to go home originally and he opens the door and there's a sort of eerie silence in the air.

(Sev) Trevor’s unable to shake the feeling that something terrible will happen to Rose and Ray because he's with them. His entire family were killed in 1 night because he wasn't there with them. So at first he's clingy as fuck to Rose and Ray because what if something bad happens when he's not there? What if what if what if... But as time goes on the thinking flips. Maybe it's the music industry that's the problem. It's these weird connections in his head of if he's too successful, bad things might happen. But he can't quit music like that, he can't give up on Luke's dream. He owes his boys to become successful. So instead he distances himself from Rose and Ray. That way they won't be caught up in whatever bad thing is going to happen to him. He distances himself and he waits for it all to drop. He waits for the universe to punish him again.

(Ren) And the universe punishes Bobby when the tension between him and Rose tightens so much he knows there's no going back from it but he's not admitting to stealing the songs because he didn't. He helped Luke write all of the songs more than Alex and Reggie ever did, staying up late with Luke after fights with his mom and Bobby didn’t want Luke to be alone so yeah, he wrote the songs. Maybe not as much as he claimed but he sure as hell made sure his brother wasn’t alone so that counted for something right? And it did. Until Rose kicks him out of bed because she's pissed he'd even consider stealing music and he cant tell Ray because of the NDA the label got him to sign at a party when he was drunk and the only reason Rose knows about it is because she was there when he signed the damn thing and so Bobby pulls away from Ray because isnt it going to be easier in the long run? If he doesn’t attach himself to Ray who'll just get angry at him like Rose did?

(Sev) It's the guilt that grows inside of him every passing day. They're my songs too he tells himself over and over again. But during the dark nights, three glasses of whisky in when the world is getting hazy... even he can't believe the lies he tells himself. He fucked up Sunset Curve. He fucked up his friends' memories. And now he fucked up the only good thing he'd ever had. Ray texts him nonstop. He doesn't understand why Rose kicked Bobby out and he doesn't understand why Bobby listened. Bobby can't take Ray away from Rose. He's fucked up and a terrible person, but even he can't do that. He doesn't give Ray his new address. He refuses to meet up even for Ray to give him his stuff back. All Bobby can do is hold onto Ray's sweatshirt he stole away and a bottle of perfume the same brand Rose always wears. He cradles these things in his arms and cries.

(Ren) And that's the last he sees of Ray for all of 5 years, 20yr old puppy-dog eyed loving precious ray who Bobby would run to the second Rose says its okay. But rose never does. And then Bobby meets a cute blonde and six months later the barista shows up on his doorstep shoving Carrie into his arms calling her a bastard child. Carrie is not a bastard child Carrie is his and he loves her the second he sets eyes on her and so Bobby turns into Trevor when the new year rolls around and he starts his own album. It doesn’t do as well as Luke's his first album did but it was his. And then one day Trevor signs Carrie up for dance because Trisha from first grade made fun of her for not being able to do the splits and on the way out of the dance studio Trevor bumps into Ray, a terrified looking girl clutched to his leg. Carrie doesn't miss a beat. "Hi! I'm Carrie let's be friends!" and Carrie drags Ray's daughter off and Trevor shifts awkwardly and is suddenly 17 again but Ray's eyes still twinkle like the did when they were kids and he's still wearing eyeliner so Trevor almost missed it when a flicker of recognition crosses Ray’s face and a smile quirks at the corners of his lips and he says, "hi im Ray, thats my daughter Julie. Wanna go out for a drink?" With that same mischievous glint in his eye that made Bobby fall in love with him in the first place.

(Sev) Trevor almost stops breathing. He should say no. He knows he should say no. He's an awful person. He doesn't deserve someone like Ray. He never deserved either of them. He knows that. But can't force himself to say no. Maybe it's the twinkle in Ray's eyes. Maybe it's the soul crushing loneliness he's felt ever since he left them. Or maybe it's the way Carrie and Julie are giggling in the corner like they've known each other all their lives. He says yes. The drink ends up at a family friendly restaurant with both the girls in tow.

(Ren) Rose shows up because Ray the asshole apparently texted her while he was in the car saying he met one of Julie's friend's parents and wanted to go out on a date (keeping things pg ofc) aklsdf. And when Rose does show up Trevor sees how... sick she looks. How much paler she looked than she did all those years ago how - he still knew he loved her even if she still decided she hated him.

(Sev) The mood drops quickly. Trevor wants to ask about Rose, but not in front of the kids. Ray wants to ask about their past, but not in front of the kids. Rose... Rose who holds all the answers... doesn't know where to start first. She had never regretted not telling Ray the truth. She never wanted to change Ray's perception of Bobby like that. Ray who looked at their boyfriend as if he'd hung the moon. Ray who stayed up worrying all night until Bobby came home. Ray who held Bobby through countless nightmares... But that makes the truth staring them in the face so much harder. Because she never gave Ray the choice. She realized that a few years too late after she catches Ray staring at old pictures of Bobby in their photo albums. She'd made the choice for him. And then there's Trevor... still beautiful, staring at her with so much concern her heart breaks all over again.

(Ren) The tension doesn't fly over Carrie's head like he hoped it would, she talks to Julie about My Little Pony and Pokemon and High School Musical and their mutual hatred for Trisha from school but Carrie's hand never lets go of his and he finally plucks up the courage and stretches his arm out and says "we're vegetarian for the most part, hope that's okay." And a smile quirks at the corner of her lips and she asks "for the most part?" and Trevor nods and Carrie pipes up from her seat saying "daddy hates hot dogs,” in that blatant fact kind of way kids say things without realizing how problematic it could be. It wasn’t her fault though, Trevor has yet to tell her about her uncles, about how he was in a band, about how they were going to be legends.

(Sev) Rose and Ray both freeze at Carrie's voice. He doesn't know if the girls notice, because he's too busy trying to fight back the panic in his throat. It's been a long time since anyone had brought up ... what happened. It's easy to pretend it didn't happen when his name is Trevor and no one knows him. But these two people know him. They know him more than anyone else ever has. Even the boys. The truth hits him hard at that moment. A truth he'd been avoiding for almost two decades. Ray and Rose know him better than even he knew himself. Maybe that was why Rose had been so furious with him, or why Ray continued to chase after him even months after he moved out. Trevor hides the building panic and sudden realization with a smile. "What an I say," he said as causally as he can. "I'm a picky eater." A few hours later they end up back at the Molina's house. Bobby has no idea how it happened. -No, Trevor has no idea how it happened, he scolds himself. He's Trevor. He has to be Trevor. Trevor got him this far, Trevor made the difficult choices. Bobby was the one who got his friends kill and destroyed the best relationship he ever had. Still, it becomes harder and harder to remind himself of that. To stop himself from slipping into the comfortable shoes of Bobby, boyfriend of Ray and Rose as if the past 17 years had never happened. He finds himself on their sofa, a sofa that brings back memories both good and bad... he finds himself in a familiar home, his old studio just a short walk away, his ex's giggling in the kitchen as they make his coffee the way he's always liked it without asking for a reminder.

(Ren) Trevor can remember the day he stopped drinking the coffee Ray made for him, the morning after his first fight with Rose, when he wakes up cold because Rose basically cocooned herself around Ray's body, keeping her back turned to him and as much as he wanted to reach out to Ray, to hug him and comfort him and tell him it was all going to be okay... everything was too stuffy and too tense and deciding he just had to leave because he was going to suffocate otherwise.

(Sev) He should leave, just like last time. What was he even doing here? He should take Carrie and- Then Ray's in front of him, pushing a hot cup into is hands. "The girls are playing upstairs," he says. His voice is so calm, so understanding. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to." Trevor almost laughs. Because that's so like Ray. Almost a decade without answers and he's giving Trevor the option to ignore it all. To pretend like nothing ever happened. But he can't be that selfish again. So he shakes his head. "I'd... like to talk to you... to both of you."

(Ren) And then suddenly rose is eyeing him sus but he's been putting this off for to long and honestly fuck his label because they screwed him over one too many times for him to still even consider their relationship anything other than employee-client1[4:06 PM]and so Trevor takes a sip of Ray's coffee holy shit how did go so long without it?! and he explains it. he explains everything.

(Sev) Ray doesn't speak as Trevor explains. He never interrupts or even look surprised. His face is completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Trevor's done. And then once he is, he only stands up to start pacing the room. Trevor's oddly reminded of Alex as he does so,  and the memory is enough to make him flinch. "This... this is what you two have been hiding from me for so long?" he asked, voice brittle. "This is... this is what cost us... I mean..." But he can't finish. Ray just shakes his head, back to both Rose and Trevor.

(Ren) Suddenly he's seventeen again. Seventeen and a mess in Ray's arms burying his face into the man's chest finally feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders and suddenly Rose is hugging him from behind, her too-skiny bone arms snaking around his chest and hugging him tightly threatening to never let him go saying "amour," and pressing a kiss to the back of his head, "amour we never stopped loving you."

(Sev)It's like no time has passed by the time he's done crying his eyes out. They're all huddled on a sofa that was always too small for three. Trevor's in the middle, clutching at them both as if they're going to disappear on him. Ray sits with his legs underneath them, his arms pulling the both of them into his chest. And then there's Rose, suddenly so much more delicate than Trevor remembers. She sits half on his lap, curled into them, her fingers knotted in his hair. "I can't believe you two kept this from me," Ray whispers. There's no anger. He doesn't think Ray's ever been capable of being angry. "I'm sorry," Trevor whispers, throat raw from tears. Ray answers with a firm kiss to his temple. "We wasted so much time..."

(Ren) Trevor just lays between them in their bed, nothing sexual and nothing tense it’s just them being together and Rose playing with his now-long hair, braiding it right down the middle despite it being too long for others to braid. Her fingers feel nice as they tug at his roots, familiar and a sense of calm washes over him. He lets ray fop on top of him like they used to, burying his head in his chest just listening to his heart beat, his steady constant breathing because Ray used to be afraid one day he'd wake up and Bobby would be dead too. Rose humming lightly, soft lullabies that chased away dark thoughts and Trevor just finds it so comforting, a feeling of home he hasn't had since the day he left and so he wraps his arms around Rose and Ray tight, promising himself he won't screw up his second time around.

(Sev) It's a few hours later when he speaks again. The girls are asleep in Julie's room (delighted at their surprise sleepover.) Ray's almost nodded off, head resting against Trevor's chest. But Rose is wide awake. She's laid out, tangled between them, eyes focused on something far away. He can see it more clearly now. The tremble in her hands, the way she's so still, the circles around her eyes. He takes her hand in his. "What is it?"

(Ren) And Trevor wants it to be a prank, he wants the sinking feeling in his gut twisting around his heart, the same feeling he had the morning of Sunset Curve's Orpheum performance coiling up his spine to go away. He wants everything to be okay, that he told the truth, that he was forgiven, that the universe was finally on his side for once but of course it's not because when has it ever been.  Rose's fingers run lightly over his knuckles and Ray wraps his arm around him from behind, his hands resting against Trevor's chest, something solid for him to focus on and as a tear starts to roll down Rose's cheek he reaches up to brush it away, running his hand through her hair only to pull out a clump as he pulled away but he couldn't run when his instincts to run kick in like they always used to do when situations turned emotional, bury it in his mind and lock up his worries like he always did but this wasn't going to be something he could run from.

(Sev) Life is not the fantasy or a fairy tale. There are no happy endings, only happy moments. He'd like to say they picked up right where they left off, Rose lived until a ripe old age, and they never fought again. But he'd be lying. It was hard to fold their lives back into place again, especially with Carrie and Julie. To just pick up after their seventeen year old selves was an impossible dream. But they could do breakfast. And breakfast became dinner. Dinner became one date which became two which became many. It took trouble and care, but they slotted themselves back into each other's lives again. There were lunch dates, and movie nights. There were late night wine dates and early morning coffee dates. They found their happy moments. A decade of separation had smoothed out the rough edges. If Trevor stormed out after a harsh argument, he'd return the next day with flowers and apologies. If Rose snapped and lost her temper, she'd take herself off for a walk to cool down. If Ray was bothered by something, he'd speak up instead of pushing it all down. They found their happy moments. And when 1 month became 1 year, they celebrated with moving boxes and a new, bigger couch. When 1 year became 2, they celebrated with promise rings and whispers of a better future between light kisses. 3 years became 4, became 5, and so on... They found their happy moments. But life is not a fantasy or a fairy tale. Their story ends in a hospital. Rose dies with both her husbands at her side, with both her daughters and son clutching on her hands. She dies with a smile on her face, knowing she is not leaving them to suffer alone. Ray and Trevor grieve together.

(Ren) And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. They stick to their daughters through the worst of it but they don’t let the girl’s fighting rip into them too. It’s not what Rose would’ve wanted for them, it’s not what she would’ve wanted for Julie or Carrie either.

(Sev) And when Julie plays with her ghost band, it's much earlier that Trevor recognizes who she's playing with.

(Ren) Luke’s mad at first, ofc he is but after everything is explained and out in the open Trevor finds himself at home in a building that never felt like home despite the fact he grew up in it.

[quirkdotcom]

Where To? || Kaminari x Reader

Summary: Denki Kaminari has been working with the League of Villains for the school year. He's been putting up a front and fake personality to keep his secret safe. However, the one thing he didn't count on was you. In the end, Kaminari has been found in a pond, one hand from Shigaraki in his clutches.  The twist on this world? Like a popular tik tok trend, when you die, someone you have hurt the most comes to decide if you go to heaven, or hell. And you are his judge.

Warnings: Death

Authors Note: I honestly started this at like 3AM one night and now here I am 😳 Anyways, I hope you guys like it sorry for the angst that comes with it

Tags: @ijustwannachangemyuser @bluewritesmha @that-lowkey-weeb @pinkcowgirleggpanda  

One moment ago, you had been sitting in class, with the rest of 1A as they grieved together over the loss of Denki Kaminari.

Two moments ago, Aizawa was explaining how he had just received a call that Denki had been found, alone in a lake,  his quirk the ultimate cause. But one other important piece of evidence with him, a hand from Tomura Shigaraki.

Three moments ago, he had been explaining about Kaminari being the traitor of UA,  working closely with the League of Villains.

But now, you were standing across Kaminari in the same pond that he had been found in, an electrical current dying out as his cries stopped, his eyes finding yours.

"(Y/n)?" His voice was hoarse, eyes red and puffy. 

You looked around, fog rolling in around your legs, though you couldn't feel the water that looked to surround you, nor the fog.

"So...the rumors are true...I didn't think that'd I'd have to decide anyones fate so soon but…" 

"Wait...does that mean.." he started, but the words fell short, his amber eyes looking around once more. 

"You've died…"

"Then that means, " he turned in a circle, shaking his head quickly, "He...he got away!" 

You stepped closer to him, in response, he stepped away, "No! (Y/n) you have to be quick, decide my fate! Warn Aizawa Sensei that the league is on their way!"

"But...I need time…" you pulled back, hand falling to your side. 

"Just choose hell and be on your way! Please!" He pleaded with you, still leaving an open space between the two of you. 

You stared at him incredulously, "Kaminari...thats...I'd be damning you!" 

"Maybe I deserve it!" He yelled, his frustration and hate taking over as he kicked his foot, creating a wave of water that didn't touch you.

"All I ever did was pretend to be an idiot and betray everyone around me! And now you're here, and I have hurt you one more time!" His hands shook as he held them up, staring at them as they flickered with electricity.

"I sold everyone out each time. He asked me questions and without fail I gave them to him." 

You shook your head, "Come on...there had to have been a reason! Tell me that he was pressuring you or that he had some way of manipulating you!" 

His hands slowly turned to fists as he dropped them to his sides, "You don't get it! I faked everything!  I pretended about everything! I made friends in order to keep my cover safe! I even.. I even started to date you to keep my cover safe! So just hurry up and choose hell and go be a hero!" 

You stood quietly, his words like knives digging into your heart, creating chasms of heartache. Hot tears filled your eyes, you could barely wipe them away in time for them to be replaced with new ones, "That's..that's not true! Don't say it!" 

"(Y/n)!"

"No! Stop it! I won't believe it! I'm the one who gets to make the decision! Don't try to lie to me, I know what I felt and who I was with! You aren't like that!" 

At once, everything grew silent, neither of you saying a word more. 

Instead, you were reflecting. 

"(Y/L/N) was it? Im Denki, Denki Kaminari! Hero name Chargebolt ! Aizawa seated you next to me, so that means we're going to be good friends, maybe more if you catch my drift," 

You turned to the guy in the seat next to yours, immediately smiling and shaking your head, "Pfft wow! Are you trying to make a move on me already! I just transferred into the class literal minutes ago!"

"Hey what can I say, if I don't do it now, then the others might beat me to it," he flashed a wink your way, earning another chuckle from you. 

"Well, it's nice to meet you Kaminari, hopefully you help keep this class interesting," you held your hand out to him, watching as he shook it. 

"Sooo does this mean I've been friend zoned?" 

You didn't answer, only leaving him to guess as to what your answer was. 

"You...you were the first to welcome me into the class...even if you did hit on me right away. " You smiled softly, that memory of him had always been oddly charming to you.

"Because I had to keep my persona up," 

"You walked me to my next class, and any that we shared. You helped me befriend Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Jirou and even Bakugo…" 

"I already told you! I had to make sure no one questioned me or my actions!" 

"The second day that I had been in that class, at lunch, I had forgotten mine...so you gave me half of yours…and told me that if it happened again, you'd share any day," 

He didn't say anything for a moment, smiling before he did say something, "Sero called me a simp…" 

That day still felt so familiar to you….

"Oh no…." You looked around the table, seeing that the others, who's names you were still trying to learn, had all brought their lunches.

"What is it (Y/L/N)?" Came the pink haired girl, who's bubblegum skin matched in such a pretty shade. She looked so concerned for you, even if she didn't know you all that well.

You let out a sheepish laugh, "Ahh I forgot my lunch…this morning I was in a rush…" 

"Hey! Have some of mine!" Kaminari grinned, pushing his towards you, "We can split it!" 

You turned to him, mouth open a little as you were caught off guard, "Wait really??" 

"Yeah! And if it happens again, I'll share my lunch again! You can count on me,"

From across the table, the black haired boy, who had a contagious smile, coughed loudly, or cleared his throat, you weren't fully sure

After that, lunch had went by so smoothly, as if you had been friends with them for years. 

"And later that day, you even gave me your number! " he sat down, the pond water now going up to his stomach. Though, like you, he couldn't feel it. Whatever cold that seeped its way into his body, was long gone. 

You nodded, following suit and taking a seat, though you didn't look at the water too much, it was cloudy and murky, something you hated about lakes and ponds, "Yeah, and you sent me memes, even in class!" 

"Well, I wanted to see you smile…" 

"I know…" 

But perhaps the memory you would hold dearest to you, was one that he had tried so hard to block out as he worked with the League. 

The UA Winter Formal...just a few months after you had transferred into UA. The crew in charge of decorations had outdone themselves.

What was once the cafeteria, was now a room beautifully lit by fairy lights and pale blue lanterns. There were silky streamers hung across the room, catching the reflection of the lights off of them.  At the front, Present Mic was behind a dj booth, a line of students waiting to ask for a song to queued.

You walked further in, trying to spot anyone you knew.

Currently, you were dressed in a very light shade of yellow, so delicately pale that in this lighting, it would be mistaken for white. 

"(Y/n)! Over here!" Came the call from Kirishima, waving you over.

"Kiri! You look so manly! And Bakugo, I didn't think you'd actually show up!" You grinned as you walked up, earning a 'thanks' from Kiri and a scowl from Bakugo.

For the next few moments, you exchanged compliments with Mina and Jirou, and then joked with Sero. 

But when that all came to an usual stop, you realized what was missing, well..who was missing.

 "Where's Kami?" You asked, having to raise your voice slightly over the music. 

Bakugo turned to you, thinking back for a moment, "Dunce face said something about feeling claustrophobic or whatever, he said he'd be in the hall? I'm surprised you didn't see him on your way in," 

You nodded slowly, humming in return, "ah thanks," You left after that, making your way around the groups of people, waving as you could hear your name from some friends. 

As you reached the entrance once again, you looked up and down the hall, spotting him a ways away by a window, wearing black slacks, a white undershirt and black suspenders, his blazer hanging off his arm loosely, he had a tie on, a darker shade of red. 

"Kaminari! Hey!" You called, making your way over until you stood a foot away, "Why are you all the way out here?" 

"It was hot and stuffy in there, I needed some fresh air...and I was waiting to see if I could spot someone on their way in," 

Again Kaminari flashed a dazzling smile at you. And suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat, cheeks heating up.

Your stomach filled with dainty butterflies and you're pretty sure your heart stopped beating. 

What was going on?? Were you...crushing? But there's no way….

Sure Kaminari tended to flirt with you, and you always laughed at his jokes and smiled at him whenever he smiled at you.

And sure, sometimes when he handed you something your hand would brush his and you'd think about it for a few moments .

 And then there was that time when you were paired up in hero training, and you almost fell off a building in the city area, and then he pulled you back and basically hugged you because you were scared and then later on that was all you could think of.

...okay yeah you were definitely crushing but why did it have to act up now ?!

"Uhh…(Y/n)??? Earth to (Y/n)?"

 You blinked, looking back to Kaminari, who was now fully facing you instead of the window, "Sorry! I uh, spaced out there…"

"It's okay! I'm used to seeing you space off,  you do it often," Denki laughed, only furthering the complicated feelings you were having.

"I don't do it too often…" you gave a small smile, knowing full and well that you ventured into wonderland quite often.

 "Hey, (Y/n)...do you want to dance by any chance? Right here? I can still kind of hear the music," 

You gave a startled look, eyes wide as you took in what he said, but you quickly changed to a smile, "Yes! I'd love that!"

At your approval, Denki gently wrapped his arms around your waist,  pulling you closer to him, almost stealing away all the air from your lungs.

 You looked up to him, your hands moving up to circle around his neck loosely.

God he was so pretty. Even just the light that streamed in from the window seemed to make his eyes sparkle with their golden color.

 "What are you doing?" He murmured, gazing back into your own eyes, an amused smile played out onto his face.

You shook your head quickly, looking down and away, words caught in your throat.

 "(Y/n)...look at me," 

A hand moved away from your hip, gentle fingers cupping your face as he turned you to look at him. 

You weren't sure how it happened...but in a fleeting moment, he had kissed you. At this point, you weren't sure if the tingles running throughout your body were caused by you, or him. 

He pulled away for a breath with a smile, and you pulled him back for another kiss, an overwhelming feeling of happiness washing over you. 

After that, you both had left from the dance, and enjoyed the rest of the night together, watching movies and playing video games. It was the beginning of your relationship. 

"Denki.. whatever the reason for this...I know you aren't a villain. You're Denki Kaminari, the student who offered me lunch on my second day. You're the student who saw a general education kid crying and joked with them to make them feel better!" 

"(Y/n)..." 

"And you're the one who I..who I love okay? So stop trying to make me hate you! " 

His eyes went wide, filling with more tears. You rushed to him through the mucky water, grasping him. You clutched at his clothes starting to cry with him.

"I love you so much and I'll always love you, I swear!" You buried your head into his neck, feeling him hold onto you just as tightly as you were holding onto him. 

"(Y/n) I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry. I want more time with you, I want to spend life with you. Im sorry fuck..I love you so much. You're the reason I'm even here! Shigaraki was planning on attacking the school and he threatened you and I panicked and I tried to shock him and..and...the water here...I wasn't thinking," he started to work himself into a panic.

You stroked his hair, shushing him gently until you both calmed down enough.  

Finally, he looked to you, amber eyes red and puffy just as you had found him, and asked with a sad smile, "So...where to?" 

You shook your head, tears still falling as you kissed his forehead, the water and the area around you falling away, "I think we both know.."

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Leech Lord - Beliefs

Troy

There were no deities on Nekrotafeyo, and he refuses to believe in spirits.

Ghosts and Gods are disgusting - broken losses that drag their claws through your skin as you desperately try to forgive yourself for failures and regrets, nothing but lies that cripple you with guilt. They are man made, he knows that. I mean, he's been building Gods for most of his adulthood...

The idea of an afterlife or that beings retain their person after death just... it fucks him up desperately. One of Troy's few ways of dealing with the things he has done over the years to placate Tyreen’s hunger is to tell himself that those people were better off dead. He thinks about it often, on nights where he's too sickened with the idea of existing in his own skin to even consider sleeping in it. The dead being dead, and how quickly reaching the end was one of the few reliefs he could offer them.

His mother not really being gone? Watching him now from some paper thin form he can’t see or touch but that whispers disgust at the edge of his consciousness? He can't. He won't even think about it. Catches the question behind his eyes before it creeps to the forefront of his thoughts and shakes it away, drowns it in alcohol or blurs it with lines of snorted powder.

Gods and ghosts are man made. He WON'T allow himself to make a ghost. The people he loves are alive and dead. He'll fight to keep the ones that are with him safe and healthy as long as his heart is still struggling to beat in his warped chest, but the deceased are gone.. They are gone. Don't.. don't dare imply otherwise.

There was no room for superstition growing up, but he does have habits. Little beliefs he's justified to himself by wrapping in logic. Things like how nothing that is broken deserves to be abandoned.

Troy can't just discard things.. it cuts at him somewhere behind his ribs he'd rather not think about. The idea of just destroying an object that worked so hard for you?

That did its job till it couldn't function anymore?

No.

No, that's wrong. You shouldn't do that. It's only right to try and fix it.

Troy, God King of the COV with his infinite cash stocks and unlimited reach, will sit hunched over broken tech that's served him till he's sure it can't be revived. The man will work his skilled fingers to bloody tears before he will give up.

He'll mutter grouchily to friends that they should bring him things. A drawn out huff breathed over a pouted lower lip that -maybe- he could try fixing that cracked amp if Eli dropped it to Sanctum and he had time. That it would be a waste to just lose it..

A snarky sigh and extended open palm as he gestures for JK to hand over their jammed old release buckle, the one that attaches their shoulderguard. Yeah it's a piece of shit, but he can fix it in 5 minutes. Just give it to him and stop being a pain in the ass.

An eye roll and groan at Ven who's boasting about the new special edition e-Dev release he pre-ordered Seifa, a snap about how she doesn't want it and if the other man knew her the way Troy does, he'd know that they should repair the damaged shell of her current one instead. That they should customise it together, how THAT's what she'd like - something that represented both of them and wasn't a pointless waste of funds.

A shrug and sneer as Troy pretends he doesn't see the knowing smirk his Oracle aims in return, even when he feels it crawling over his blushing skin like molasses.

Broken things that have worked so hard... they deserve someone to try and fix them.

Seifa

Fiercely logical and the kind of person to roll her eyes at mentions of bullshit like ghosts, or magic, or the supernatural... except she's found herself now in a slightly confusing situation when it comes to her past beliefs.

Hard to be a stoic disbeliever when your partner in crime can see the future through an ancient civilisation's construct, when one of your most trustworthy pillars of support speaks to the dead and bears crystalline burns across half their body that you swear you see shift sometimes, or where an aching piece of your heart is held by someone you think may actually be a monster. A real one, like the kids used to whisper about on those long nights in the workrooms, the glow of red eyes and glint of golden fangs that you'd catch in the corner of your eye as you'd blink against the pitch darkness when trying to drag your little blanket over your head at night to sleep.

She's started rethinking, even if she would NEVER admit that.

Luck is something else, luck is definitely real and she'll turn up her nose and narrow her eyes at any idiot who thinks they follow its flow. Bullshit.

YOU make your own luck, and if you don't cop that early, you'll get nowhere in life.

She keeps a flattened bullet that embedded itself in a wall inches from her ear on one of her first "bad" deals. Has it worn to a smooth finish from years of running her thumb over it in her pocket when things feel tight, if there's a chance a deal may go south and she'll have another gun aimed at her. Kept her alive since then, she's sure.

Showed it to Ven once and he laughed, curled her fingers around it gently and pressed it into her palm, whispered through a breathy chuckle against her ear to keep it close, that she was right and some objects do play along your future like chimes on the winds of fate, and to keep that between 'em.

Finds she can't go to sleep sometimes without saying goodnight, habit and superstition mixed into an urge that rolls in her stomach till she sates it. Used to laugh it in a wave, all of them, the kids. Good night good night good night, giggling across the bunk beds as the lights flicked out on that floor.

Seifa is alone now in the little cocoon of her bedroom, so finds other ways to do it instead.

Echopings to her dear friends with a "Sleep tight" at 3am, despite them not talking in a week.

"Night night, Troy" to an exhausted God who needed the reminder that someone was thinking about him, smiling tenderly at the flickering light from his e-com and how she always seemed to know when he was struggling.

"Goodnight, Ty" to a thing that hasn't slept in years and hates that she reminded it.

Just little habits, nothing more.

[sweetiejunie]

You heard that?

Summary: you poured out your soul when you thought he was asleep

Genre: fluff

Yeonjun x reader

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Choi yeonjun, a boy you’ve been dating for a few months now. The first boy that’s managed to get you falling head over heels. The first bou to make you feel so happy and safe. The first boy you would say you truly loved...

While dating yeonjun, you always enjoyed spending the night with him, but staying at the dorm wasn’t something you could do frequently. Often, you too busy rushing your school papers or you simply just didn’t want to bother the boys after a long day at work. But this only made the days you did visit even more special.

You have to admit, sharing a single sized bed with yeonjun could get a bit cramped at time, with him kicking you in his sleep or vice versa. Nontheless, you loved it. And you loved him, you just haven’t found the guts to tell him yet.

Everytime you look at him, nothing but pure love and affection filled your eyes. You wanted to tell him so badly but when you opened your mouth, nothing would come out, and it was eating you alive that yeonjun hasn’t said it first. It only made you worry more, maybe he didn’t feel the same way? Was it too early? Well, you would soon find out.

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It started off as an ordinary evening. You were having dinner with the boys when yeonjun invitied you to spend the night. Of course, without hesitation, you agreed. The night went on as per normal, nothing too exciting happened.

After dinner, you suggested to go to han river. You hadn’t been there in a while and you were determined that tonight was finally going to be the night you told yeonjun your little secret, and then pray to god he would say it back.

The night was cool, maybe just a little under 20°c. Hand in hand, you and yeonjun walked down the path in the dead of the night. He was dressed in a black coat, layered over a plain white shirt, paired with jeans. A simple outfit, nevertheless, he never failed to take your breath away.

You stopped everynow and then to take pictures of the city light, a view you’ve come to appreciate. The way the lights would illuminate the otherwise black sky, how the stars hung in the darkness. In that moment you felt calm.

Turning to face yeonjun, you realised how he was already staring at you the entire time. The same soft eyes he always looked at you with. Only this time, something else lingered behind it, you just couldn’t figure out what.

“Yeonjun, can i tell you something?” You didn’t know where the sudden confidence came from, but you wanted to make full use of it while you had it.

He hummed a response, smiling. A smile that could make your heart beat a thousand miles a second.

You kept your phone back in your pocket. It was the perfect moment.

“Yeonjun,” you started, grabbing both of Yeonjun’s hands, “i-”

“Your hand are so cold,” yeonjun stated, interrupting mid sentence.

You felt your confidence slowly fade, getting replaced with a slight blush as yeonjun put your hands in his pockets, holding then there in attempts to keep them warm. Pulling you closer in the process.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” He apologised, looking you in the eyes.

You hesitated, unable to find the right words to say, Your face was probably as red as a tomato by then.

“I- i er...” you looked down as nerves overtook you.

“Um, nothing. I was just cold,” you continued, letting out an awkward laugh.

Wrapping his coat around you, yeonjun pulled you to his chest,his words stringed with worry as he replied, “why didn’t you say so earlier? Come on let’s get you home.”

With that, he turned you around, still sharing his coat with you as you headed back to the dorm. Your face stilled flushed with embarrassment and regret. ‘It’s just 8 letters, come on’ you though.

That night you laid in yeonjuns arms, staring at the wall, still full of remourse. You sighed. This boy deserves that world, and you couldnt even give him 3 words.

You got up slowly, not wanting to wake him as you got out of bed and headed for the living room couch. Taking a seat and pulling your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, deep in thought.

It wasn’t until the sudden sound of the bedroom door opening, causing you to jump up. Yeonjun’s voice following shortly after, “babe? Why are you awake? It’s 3am, what’s wrong?”

He rubbed his eyes, taking a seat next to you. He placed an arm around you, laying his head on your shoulder, still half asleep.

“Do you want to talk?” He questioned, lifting his head to look at you.

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t tell him what was keeping your mind awake at this ungodly hour.

Not wanting to pry, he gave you a lazy smile and continued, “it’s okay, you can tell me when you’re ready alright? How about we watch some shows to get your mind off it? I heard there’s this new series on Netflix that’s pretty good.”

Before you could reply, yeonjun was already turning on the television and searching for the show. He always knew how to make you feel better, he was the exact definition of perfect.

As the night continued, yeonjun had only managed to get through one episode before falling back asleep on your lap. You played with his hair, smiling to yourself as you examined his sleeping figure, his chest rising and falling steadily, so peacefully.

“Im sorry i woke you up,” you whispered, “i’m such a coward. You deserve everything and i cant even tell you how much i love you.”

You leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead, closing you eyes as you let out another sigh. When you say back up, you realised how a smile had cracked across Yeonjun’s face. Immediately, you felt your face heat up.

“I love you too,” he replied, in the sweetest voice, turning to face you.

“You- you heard that?” You were in complete shock, looking at yeonjun as if horns had just sprouted from his head.

“Well, i wasn’t completely asleep yet. Now I’m really glad I wasn’t. And you not a coward. You wouldn’t belive how long ive wanted to say that. The number of times I’ve backed out of saying it. I was always afraid you wouldn’t say it back.”

Wrapping a hand around the back of your neck, he pulled you down, meeting you halfway, giving you a kiss. A kiss filled with passion and love.

That night, like any other, you slept peacefully in his arms. A weight finally off your chest.

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I know i write a lot of yeonjun stuff but i just want to ㅜㅡㅜ

Masterlist

[leotssukinaga]

It’s Nice to Have a Friend

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Summary: Based on It’s Nice to Have a Friend by Taylor Swift. You and Kenma are childhood friends, but something else has been blooming for a long time. Word Count: 2113 A/N: I was gonna put this song on the songfic list, but I already knew I wanted to write it for Kenma so I didn’t. Finally got round to that. Also can y’all tell he’s my favourite character to write dksdg Warnings: Alcohol and drinking.

It's been like this for as long as you can remember, even after he started playing volleyball Kenma always walks you home. In middle school you'd sit in on practice, walking home with him afterwards, and he'd often stay for dinner at your parents behest. Now you're in high school there's no need since you only live 5 minutes from Nekoma's campus. He walks you home anyway. There are many things Kenma will never admit to you, the first being that he doesn't actually have an extra ten minutes before practice, he just doesn't mind rushing if it means he knows you're safe. You'd spent the first year of high school insisting that you'd get home fine on your own, or that you didn't mind waiting, but he never listened to you. He had time, he said, and nothing about his tone suggested that it was a lie. It was, but Kuroo never teased him too much for his sacrifice (or at least if he did, Kenma just tuned him out.) Tonight though, there's no practice, and the setter waits at his desk for you to pack up once class ends. He knows you always take a moment, the array of coloured pens you use (because notes should be colour coded to make studying easier, you’d insisted in your second year of middle school) take time to put away. You tuck the note he'd passed you earlier into your pocket. You always keep them. He doesn't know that. The smile he gives you as he holds a hand out to carry your bag is barely visible, but it's certainly there, and warmth spreads through your chest at the sight. 

Snow swirls around you, settling in your hair and on your lashes as your rummage through your bag for your hat and gloves. Kenma can't stop himself from staring at you, the light reflecting off the half melted flakes giving you an ethereal glow. If you weren't half freezing to death, he'd want to stay like this forever. Your cheeks are rosy from the cold as you triumphantly wave your hat around, but your grin soon fades as you realise your gloves are nowhere to be found. Kenma doesn't say a word as he removes one of his, placing it in your hand. He's refusing to make eye contact, and given the weather it's hard to tell whether the red on his cheeks is a blush or not. You know better than to argue, slipping the glove onto your right hand and thanking him quietly. 

As the two of you reach your street, you notice a pair of colourful cat ears on a patch of ground untouched by snow. Your neighbours 6 year old had been drawing on the sidewalk this morning when you left for school, the weather having changed unexpectedly, and you pouted a little knowing her lovely drawing would be ruined. Kenma's features turned puzzled as you ran to the spot, kicking the snow away and grinning when you realised the drawing hadn't been too affected by the snow. He watched in confused amusement as you snapped a few pictures of it and emailed them to your printer. "Why?" "I thought it would be a nice thing to give to her. She's only little, she must've been devastated when she realised it would be washed away." There are many things Kenma will never admit to you, and the second is that moments like this- where you do things just for the sake of being kind, where you smile at him and explain your kindness like it's the most obvious thing in the world- are the moments he lives for. He'd give up video games to see you like this one more time. The snow is coming down heavier as you reach your front door, and you pull him under the portico to protect him. "Wanna hang out?" "Yeah, sounds like fun." Your smile is as radiant as ever as you insert the key into the lock, calling out for your parents once the door is shut behind the two of you. One day he hopes he'll walk through the front door of your own shared house, or that it will be your kids calling for you as you prepare dinner together, but at the moment it seems like nothing more than a pipe dream. For now, he's content with what you have, building things in Minecraft, kicking his ass at Mariokart, logging into Elder Scrolls Online together after practice. In the summer you could occasionally coax him outdoors, although the closest you'd gotten him to indulging in your love of camping was a tent in your back garden. (He hadn't liked it, but you were so happy he couldn't complain, and waking up in that close proximity to you had made his heart swell.) He stays the night, the snow far too heavy for him to make it home, and around 3am you roll over to face him. "Hey Kenma?" "Yeah?" "Its nice to have a friend." "Yeah, it is." The glow of your alarm clock illuminates your faces enough to make the smile you share visible. It’s the last thing you see before you fall asleep. 

When college rolls around, it surprises nobody that you'd picked the same one. Even if you hadn't made a conscious decision to go together, you've always been synchronised. Two sides of the same coin, your parents had commented more than once. Your smile had been contagious when you announced that you got in, and he'd seemed genuinely energetic for once as he announced that he had too. 

Neither of you are much for parties, too many people and definitely too much noise, but that doesn’t mean you can't have your own fun. He'd been confused and a little apprehensive when you'd pulled him up the stairs and onto the roof, but it soon became clear what you'd planned out. Several bottles of alcohol sit in the centre of the large picnic blanket that's stretched over the concrete surface of the rooftop, both of your Switches, a few board games and, of course, Uno neatly arranged next to them. A bluetooth speaker softly plays a mix of both your favourite songs, and a grin spreads across his oft emotionless face as he takes it all in. It's his idea of the ideal party- one with nobody but you- and the look on your face tells him you knew that. "What d'you want to drink?" "Whatever you're having..." You hand him a bottle of something blue, and he's surprised at the sweetness when he takes a sip. "So, 20 questions or Uno?" "Why not both?" "I knew you were secretly a genius." 

He admits, once the alcohol has made its way into his system a little more, that the stress has been piling up recently, that he really needed this to unwind, that you always seem to know exactly how to fix things even just for a moment. He attempts to retracts the statement once you kick his ass at Uno, but the way you giggle makes his heart beat and the way your lips glisten with the stray drop of vodka that lingers after you take a sip brings back the years of daydreams he's had about kissing you. The sky is turning pink, but the late hour doesn't matter anymore, not when you're in your twenties and you don't have class tomorrow. "Its pretty like this." "Yeah, you are." "Hm?" "Uh- nothing. The sky is nice." You decide to let it slide.  "Yeah, it's a really good colour. I think it might be one of my favourites..." There are many things Kenma will never admit- the third being what he’s thinking right now- that his favourite colour is the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyes shine in the light, the colour of your lips between your teeth when you're nervous. That if he had to pick a favourite colour it would simply be you. He doesn't know when he got the courage to put his hand on yours, but you haven't moved it away, and the smile on your face as you take in the sunset tells him you don't have an issue.  "Hey, Y/N?" "Yeah?" "Its nice to have a friend." He mirrors your words from a few years ago, the meaning behind it deeper than before. You grin, pink and purple illuminating your beauty, and after 15 years of knowing you he's found no evidence that you aren't an angel. He doubts there is any. "Yeah, it is."

It's always been like this, you smiling at Kenma and him smiling back- a smile that nobody else gets to see. Today, everyone sees it, though it's meant only for you. He leans in to whisper to you as you reach him, tears in both your eyes, and though the wedding is small the love and joy you feel from everyone in the room is overwhelming. When you were 10 and he invited you over for the first time to play Zelda on his gamecube, neither of you could imagine a future where you got married at all, let alone to each other. In high school, when you showed up to his games with a red number five on a sign and his spare jacket tied round your waist (when did you steal that?) he could only dream of a day like this. There are many things Kenma had thought he’d never admit, and now he wanted to tell you all of them. Starting with the fact that your first kiss, the first time he told you he loved you, the night you fell asleep with your head in his lap- none of them could compare to how he felt right now, looking at you on your wedding day.

Bells ring behind you as white confetti gathers on the ground, and from a distance it would almost look like it was snowing. You pose for photos for what feels like hours, every possible combination and location exhausted. The reception is as beautiful as the ceremony, though far less refined, and you've just sat down next to Kenma to take a break when Kuroo pulls you to your feet, insisting it's tradition to dance with the best man. You both know it's a lie, but you've been putting up with his antics for long enough to know that your better off just rolling with it. "I've never seen Kenma smile this much, you know." "Me neither, actually." "Its because of you." "I'm glad I make him happy." "Does he make you happy?" "D'you think I'd have married him if he didn't?" "Thats the right answer."

Kenma insists on carrying you into your apartment, despite the exhaustion visible on his face, and you kiss his cheek gently as he closes the door. You make your way to the kitchen to make tea, and you don't notice him behind you until he's tickling your sides, grinning at your giggles. "You're sleeping on the couch if you don't stop!" "You don't mean that." "I do!" "Prove it." He keeps going, and you eventually concede. You'd never kick him out of bed, even if he was being a little shit right now. This playful side of Kenma didn't come out too often- but you adored when it did. You reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. It's mostly black now, and tied back as usual. It suits him, you think, as you cup his cheek and kiss him with all the tenderness in the world. 

The next morning starts with light flooding through your curtains and your husbands arms around you. You can feel him gently kissing your shoulder as you reach down to take his hand in your own. "Morning babe..." "Morning love." You turn around to face him, eerily reminiscent of a night all those years ago. The smile on his face is the same as it had been then. Being this close to him feels like home. "Let's stay in bed today." "I like the sound of that." You know that when it comes down to it, you'll always have him. You wouldn't want it any other way. There are many things Kenma thought he would never admit, many secrets he now wants to spill to you and nobody else, but the one thing he wants to tell anybody who’ll listen- is just how much he loves you. "Hey Kenma?" "Yeah?" "Its nice to have a friend." "Yeah." He brings your hand up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on each of your fingers, pausing with his lips on your wedding ring. "Yeah, it is." 

taglist: @tremendousglitterthing​ @svtbitch​ @the-fandom-ness​ @atsumumu​ (I ACTUALLY REMEMBERED THIS TIME)

[solies-scripts]

Shigaraki sfw alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shigaraki wouldn’t really show much if any affection towards you at the beginning of the relationship. This will be because of two reasons. One, he will want to keep up the act that he doesn’t care about anyone. Two, he is terrified of hurting you as he knows one tiny mistake will cause something horrible to happen to you.

Later on into the relationship he will be more open to showing you affection as he will start to trust himself around you more and won’t be as worried about hurting you. He will definitely be more affectionate behind closed doors as he doesn’t want the others in the league to tease him about it. 

His favourite way to show affection is by having you watch him play video games while sitting on his lap. He loves being able to combine his two favourite things into one so this makes him really happy. 

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Shiggi would take some interest in you when you first join the league for some reason or another, most likely the way you look as that is the first thing he knows about you. After that point he would slowly get you to spend more time with him until you both end up together. Neither of you would ask the other out, you would just end up together

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Shiggi loves to cuddle! He is so touch starved he craves your touch and affection. If he goes too long without your cuddles he will sulk like a big baby until you finally give him some love.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He has had thoughts of settling down but he also knows that it isn’t really an option for the two of you so he tries to make you as happy as he can and make your life as close as he can to that domestic lifestyle.

Shiggi doesn’t cook or clean. He completely refuses to clean as he thinks it is a waste of time but he does wish he could cook so he could cook meals for you but he is hopeless at cooking.

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into the relationship?)

He puts a lot of effort into the relationship even though sometimes it doesn’t show very much. Shiggi is emotionally stunted so he struggles showing how much he cares and the amount of effort he put in to make sure you are happy.

F = Fear) (What do they do if you’re scared? How would they comfort you? How would they wanna be comforted if they were scared?)

Shiggi tries his best to comfort you when you’re scared but he usually just ends up cuddling you as he has no clue what else to do. 

If it was a person who scared you he will end up killing them but you may be able to convince him not to after a lot of begging.

If he is ever scared he will want you to hold him and gently run your hands through his. Just cuddle him and listen, he will be more than happy. 

G = Gifts (Do they like giving you gifts? Do they like receiving them?)

He loves giving you gifts as it is a way he can show his love for you as he struggles with his words. He loves you so much and he would give you the moon if he could.

Shiggi also loves getting gifts as he is a man child so he will always get excited at the sight of something new for him. It also shows him that you love him enough to be thinking about him while buying something.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Shigaraki loves to hug you. Just being in eachothers arms helps him recharge and just reminds him that you are really there with him, loving him. He is just so painfully touch starved that he will eat up every piece of affection

I = Intimacy (Do they have any problems with intimacy? How romantic are they?)

He has a lot of issues with intimacy as he is emotionally stunted and he just doesn’t know how to function in a romantic situation. He definitely is not a romantic person in the slightest

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Shigaraki will be one of the most jealous people you will ever meet because he doesn’t trust other people around what is his and he is so scared of losing you as you are the only person in his life to show him true love.

When he is jealous he will turn into a sulking man baby that refuses to talk to anyone, including you. If he stews in his jealousy for too long he will get increasingly angry and may attempt to kill the person who is making him jealous. After the situation has been sorted he won’t talk to you until you make it up to him somehow.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Shiggi’s kisses are very sloppy and sometimes pretty stiff as he doesn’t know what he is doing but you can always feel the effort he is trying to put into the kiss.

His favourite place to kiss you is your lips as they are the complete opposite to his, they’re soft and plump which he loves so dearly.

His favourite place to be kissed is on his neck because he knows you are trying to stop him from scratching at his neck with these small soft kisses. He especially loves it when you wake him up with these neck kisses in the morning whilst cuddling into him for warmth.

L = Love (Who says it first? How fast is it said?)

You will most likely say the first I love you as Shiggi is much too scared to say it first because of how emotionally stunted he is. It would be said fairly fast as you would be showing him that you do really love him

After the first ‘I love you’ has been shared it isn’t said that often afterwards as you both prefer to show your love than say it.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of wedding would it be?)

Shigaraki will definitely want to marry you and is willing to do anything to make it happen.

The wedding itself would have to be rather small as he is a villain so it would be difficult to have anything too extravagant but he will try and make it perfect for you however he can.

N = Night Out (What’s a typical date night for them? How often do they go out?)

Shiggi would much rather stay in to have a date night with you as he doesn’t enjoy being out all to much but every now and then for a special occasion he would be willing to take you out somewhere rather simple for a date.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Shigaraki would start opening up more about himself much later into the relationship as he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about himself or his past much and he doesn’t want to scare you off with his past. 

He would most likely say everything about his past at once so he wouldn’t have to talk about it again with you.

P = Playful (How playful are they?)

Shiggi can be pretty playful with which isn’t something you would have thought of him to begin with. He can be a pretty silly guy with a decent sense of humour, he can always make you laugh somehow.

Q = Questions (Do they ask for your opinion on things? Will they share theirs?)

Shigaraki does value your opinion on things as you mean so much to him so he will always be asking you questions, he also just likes asking you questions so he can hear your voice.

He will give his opinion on almost everything whether it was asked for or not.

R = Random (How spontaneous are they? Do they do things on the spot or do they have to plan ahead?)

Shiggi is very spontaneous as he is a sleep deprived man child who doesn’t like thinking everything through. He enjoys being able to do random things with you for no reason at 3am

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Shigaraki is very protective of you because you mean the world to him and he is not willing to let you get hurt in anyway. He will kill anyone yo make sure you stay safe.

He would rather you didn’t try to protect him as it makes him worry about your safety.

T = Trust (How much do they trust you?)

Shigaraki trusts you with his life, he wants you to trust him the same.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

Shiggi is unique in many ways, not all are good. Other than being an emotionally stunted touch starved man child he is insanely protective and will do anything in the world for you. 

V = Vent (Do they let you vent to them after a hard day? Will they vent to you?)

Shiggi is a surprisingly good listener and he is always willing to listen to you mainly because he loves you but also because he loves the sound of your voice.

He is more than willing to vent to you about the league or someone who beat him in a video game and he expects you to listen to him the whole time or else he will sulk.

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

Shigaraki really enjoys taking showers or baths with you as they feel really intimate and he enjoys basking in your warmth in the water.

He also loves when you wash his hair real softly.

X = X-ray (What would they do if you got injured?)

Shigaraki will go ballistic. He will kill whoever hurt you in a painful way and will lecture you on being safer. If it was an accident you did by yourself he will get angry at you for not being careful

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn't like anyone who tries to change him in any way. You either take him as he is or not at all. 

Z = Zzz (What’re some sleeping habits of theirs?)

Shiggi basically never sleeps, he has nightmares too often. The only time he will be willing to sleep is when you are with him otherwise he will avoid it as much as he can.

@shiggi-trash

[fictionalrambles]

Shadowhunters Fandom Story - Part Sixteen

Submitted by @miss-shiva-adler​

Five Fave Fics:

1. Your Love is Payment Enough by @tobythewise​ I don’t know what else to say, I have religiously followed this fic from the first day of posting. It really made me fall in love with Toby’s writing, every word was a treat and really made me just fall in love ? I don’t know what else to say. Toby is an amazing person and I am blessed to call them my friend. They have taught me to fall in love with omegaverse AUs and to be openly writing about kinks that have made me feel embarrassed about to write about before. This fic is the prime example, I love it so so much. Toby has made me feel comfortable to just write things that I otherwise wouldn’t even have conceived sharing with the world. The way Toby writes is a real safe space for me. I thrive on angst and tears and tragedy. But when I read Toby’s fics I know it’s safe, I know they will transport me to a world where things will be alright, writers like Toby are a beating heart in this fandom when you need a fluffy fic to go to. This fic has the right amount of angst that I can read and reread whenever and don’t need to be in a special mindspace to be for it. This fic is a gift that has kept on giving by every update and every chapter.

2. I've got a renegade heart (and it's screaming his name) by LiviKate

This fic was recommended to me by an Aro-ace friend following a discussion about Raphael’s sexuality and how to explore it in fanfiction while still being consistent with a sex-repulsed headcanon. This fic has given me a better insight on how to write Raphael and I take that with me every day when I write Saphael. It helps me navigate on what I want to include and not include in my own fics and that’s wonderful. I love rereading it when I can.

3. thousands upon thousands made an ocean by @oh-la-fraise-blog​ Team mortal!Alec for ever especially in a TWI! Au I love this fic so much, the wording, the way it’s constructed, it made me want to try things narratively. In so little words it got me to places and emotional places. I literally cannot even remember how many times I have reread this fic. Because it’s this just REALLY REALLY GOOD. I’m glad it exists, I’m glad how it inspired me. I still think about this fic often days or even months after reading this the first time. It’s amazing, it’s everything I want from a TWI fic.

4. In the Sin Bin by @otppurefuckingmagic​

I have to mention my first fic I read of this fandom. I was swept away with emotions and I loved the world building from day one. I’m usually not so interested in depowered/human AUs but this one made me like it and convinced me to read more of them and give them a chance. My primary attraction to Alec is the fact that he is closeted and I mean : such a mood ? This fic was around while I am still struggling with myself. This fic somehow helped me, in times where I wasn’t feeling nice or up for it or when I was broody. I was just able to tune out and read this and it made me feel so much better about things; things being myself, my gender etc. I’m glad it exists, I’m glad this is a to go fic that made me feel nice and good. AND THERE ARE ANGST SCENES THAT LIKE I STILL REMEMBER UNTIL THIS DAY AND ITS BEEN LIKE OVER A YEAR NOW.

5. as your sun sets (i know you in bleary-eyed 3AM) 

by @the-prophet-lemonade​

I don’t know where to begin and where to start, this fic, the writing style. I have yet to review this fic but I feel like I can’t because there is so much that just feels perfect to me. If I ever had writing goals I think it’s theprophetlemonade’s writing style. I can only wish to write this good. I hope to get there eventually and this fic is a motivation to keep going and hoping that I’ll be able to develop my own style and to continue writing even tho the words are sometimes not doing THEIR THING. About this fic I only have this to say : I almost never read Gen or T rated fics that are over 3k, I just don’t, unless very special circumstances. These were super special circumstances, I really needed a long ass fic that was a sense8 AU and I was desperate. So I tried this fic any way. AND OH DAMN (just imagine me capslocking the rest of what I’m about to say)  this fic changed how I saw fanfiction as a whole; this fic also kept elements that I really enjoyed in the show, Jace and Alec’s relationship, the background actual polyam Clacemon a pure delight. The yearning both as a reader and Alec for wanting to meet Magnus. It was so good, so.fuckng.good.oh.my.god. I can’t explain how much this fic just made me want to be better at writing as a whole; I’m thankful it exists, I’m thankful it’s there and that I can read it as many times I want. I love the character building, I love the entirety of it. The way the cluster manifests, how it feels natural and how the narrative flows, the fluidity of it, the way that this whole fic is constructed is a pure work of art. I weep as much as I am elated for it.

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Tell me what writing for this fandom means to you.

I don’t know where to begin, through this fandom I have found a whole set of friends that mean the world to me as of today. I have wanted to and definitely have improved my writing thanks to this fandom. I have tried things I wouldn’t have even imagined writing before. There are things I was able to try and still want to try and even if I don’t have a steady audience of people I still want to write what interests me above all. Ships that I find interesting to try out to explore. AUs that are maybe a bit over the top or are a bit silly but I feel confident enough to actually share these with readers because I am finally starting to believe that there is readership for what I write.

The first thing I did was cater to my fandom experience and this has just melted out to the better. I’m so grateful. So grateful there are safe spaces for me out there with my main, rare-pairs and even controversial ships. I have tried different styles still in pursuit of getting better and to improve my writing, I’d like to believe and have improved. These characters, oh do I love them all so much. All these characters have potential and made me help focusing on improving them through plot. I have so much improved in my writing when it’s about atmosphere and emotions. And godamned even dialogues (dialogues and fighting scenes are the bane of my existence). This is a gift that I just cherish beyond everything else out there. Next to the friends I have made out there of course.

I also finally wrote my first actual long fic and finished it ? it’s an achievement I’m proud off and will be forever proud of. A bit longer than a year ago I was somewhere really deep, very deep, mentally. I was able to pick myself up again and do what I really love doing best, and that’s writing. I have this fandom to thank for that.

[stormylix]

Dog jealousy

Words:2k 

genre:Fluff

Warning:None.

Berry is normally good dog but when you get into Chan life and started to spend more time with him.Berry changed she started to be aggressive always growling when you are around, she started to pay extra attention to Chan and didn’t let you touch her.You sweared that she didn't like you but what if there was something else behind it..

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It was a beautiful day,the sky was a light shade of blue and the birds seem to enjoy the sky.When you finally stopped looking at the sky and focussed on your path, you felt your body colliding with somebody else.The both of you fell to the ground.“i'm really sorry! I should've watched where i was going,are you oka-”He didn't quite finish his sentence. With mouth half wide open and wide eyes,Chan stared at you.God,you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

He smile at you and his dimples instantly enchant you.You two didn't know what to say so you stayed silent looking at each other.Chans laugh bright the world .”Do you have anything you need to do now? if not perhaps can i invite you for cup of tea” you shyly smiled “maybe” that time you didn't know your new friendship will once bloom into something beautiful.

Chan was cuddling with Berry her tail moving in sign of enjoyment.Berry was the cutest dog you ever seen but whenever you tried to step closer and pet her she always pushed you away.You watch them from afar your heart melting at your view seeing Chan being happy is enough to make you smile. You didn't know when you fell for Chan maybe it was when he showed in your house in 3am when you cried  over your crush reject,he showed how much he cared and you was thankful for him.

On other side Chan’s heartbeat was faster as well he knew that he loved you since he first met you,you was someone he deeply cares about.Your love,kindness,caring and bright personality make him fall for you even faster.He lived for every moment with you and wouldn't exchange you for anything. When you find someone special you never want to lose them.

he stopped caring about Berry and his attention was on you.Chan come sit next to you on couch,he leaned closer to you and whisper into your ear “I seen you checking me out do you like me that much” he smirked,you froze and blushed.When you didn't pay attention he started to tickle you.You broke into unstoppable laughter “Chan stop!” you say through your laugh “Never!” He chuckle.Berry looked at you two,barked and left room.Chan didn't pay much attention to that and looked back at you “it's late let’s get you home”  way to your house you two talked and talked and before you know you stand before your house.

Chan scratch his neck in unsure “i was wondering if you have a free time tomorrow..ehh do you want to go on date with me?” Chan blushed,you smiled and kissed his cheek “did this answer your question?” before he could wake up from his thoughts you was already home.Chan was leaving with big smile on his face and with blush on his cheeks.

Next day you wake up with smile remembering what happened yesterday  you thought it was just dream but the message on your phone tell you otherwise ;Be ready around 7pm im going to pick you up.i can't wait to see you; you fell back into your bed finally your love could be relieved to the world and most importantly to Chan.

it was your lucky day everything you did goes extremely well.Your day goes fast and it was time for your and Chans date.You showered,made your make up and dress up in sweet flower dress,second after you finished someone ring on door.When you opened Chan stand on *second* side in suit with bouquet of roses.You gladly taken them and get them into vase.

It was time for you two to leave but Chan stopped you ”Can i blindfold you? i really want this to be surprise for you” you agreed and Chan blindfolded you,he took your hand “I won't let anything hurt you,im here by your side.You don’t need to be scared darling.You trust me right” he kissed your temple.You trusted him with your whole heart. Chan tell you every little thing he did and that makes you feel more safe.You've got into his car he helped you with everything,you smiled at him even though you couldn't see him.

Chan was driving for quite some time,he finally stopped the car and helped you out.When you was safely outside the car Chan takes your hand “This is our first stop are you ready?” he takes down the blindfold and you see where you are  “an Aquarium?” You smiled lovingly never knew that this would be the first place in his mind “You really surprised me with this” Chan didn't know if you liked his idea but after seeing your eyes light up and smile he was sure you going to love this “It’s going to be fun,lets observe some fish”.

You two go inside first there was transparent underwater tunnel with so much beautiful and colourful fish that you didn't know where to look first. “Oh my God there's Mandarinfish! and on this side is Clown Fish and can you see this one is French Angel Fish!” You run around looking like a happy child and Chan absolutely loved this side of you,he didn't even questioned from where you know what type of fish that is.You showed him every different fish you seen “CHAN LOOK!” You yelled before showing him a fat fish who was staring at you.You laughed as you leaned your head on his shoulder “this is amazing Chinnie”.Chan laughs at the fish and playfully tried to punch it to not stare at you “I'm happy you like it” Soon it was time to go but before you leave Chan bought big dolphin plushie for you. “Lets go to the second place i want to visit with you”He lovingly said.

You was surprised that he thought about more than one place.You really wanted to know where he takes you but Chan just smiled at you “there is this special place I wanted to go with you” When you get out of his car you go into Park but on one special place there was a lake and in the middle was blossom tree and all the memories comes to you.”This is the places we see other for the first time,do you remember?”He softly laughed

“You changed my life to better I don't know what would i do without you”He brushpiece of  your hair behind your ear and leaned closer his eyes focusing on your lips.When his phone ringed.Chan apologise and accepted upcoming call “Chan you should come home,we have some problems with Berry and i think you are not going to be happy..” Chan was surprised he thought what bad could Berry do,with calm in his voice he answer “Hannah i can't come now,you need to deal with it by yourself” Chan eyes was focused on you again “So where were we?”You felt his breath on your lips and it made you crazy. His arm was wrapped around your waist, while the other was on the back of your neck. "Finally, i can do this" his low voice send shivers down your spine. At final, his lips connected with yours.He kissed you passionately,he deepen the kiss.You melted into the kiss.His tongue slips inside your mouth, gentle but demanding, and it’s nothing like you’ve ever experienced.Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer.When you kissed your veins throb and your heart explodes.You have never wanted anyone like this before.You was determined  to give your all to Chan,you wanted his touch his love.

Chan leaned away you both instantly missed that connection.He smiled and started his speech "We have been friends for some time now.Not one day has gone by without my thinking of you. And when I do think of you, the biggest smile comes across my face.I feel warm all over, and my heart skips a beat whether we're on the phone or just in the same room. Love, just looking into your eyes makes me remember the first day we met. i often think about what you and I have been through, I see that I can only love you more and more with each passing day. You're my inspiration each and every day. You are what keeps me going when I just want to give up. You are my reason for living. I wish you could feel all the passion and all the love that I carry around for you. You have won my heart and soul.You have won it all.I always wanted whole world not knowing that my world is standing next to me.Would you make me the luckiest man and allowed me to make you my lover?" You couldn't stop your tears and nodded.He softly kissed you on forehead.

    Chan and you comes into his house when you light up the light you two shockingly looked at each other.When Hannah said that Berry did something any of you didn't think that it would be that bad. Chan headphones was on ground chewed that you could found piece almost in every room,the couch ripped in every spot,Chans things was everywhere but mostly his laptop was broke and all you could do was unbelievable look around one the disaster what was made.Chan didn't know what's going on with his dog this never happened before and he started to think what could be the purpose of this.It makes him sad all things and important files what he hardly worked on was gone just because of small devil.

Berry happily come towards you two her tail waving in greetment but seeing Chan make her putting her tail between her legs.Berry come closer to him and she licked his face and Chan knew he can't stay mad at her.He started to cuddled with berry and you thought it would be a good idea to go and pet her too when your hand get closer to her.Berry started to growl on you making you flinch out of fear and you leave into another room.Chan didn't like it at all but he finally find out what happened and shaked his head.He go to find you. 

You was in kitchen drinking water when you felt body from behind and sweet kiss on top of your head.Chan touch bring you comfort that you visibly relaxed "Channie i don't understand why your dog hate me so much" he could hear that you was upset.He turned you around and slowly leaned into soft kiss.you smiled.When he pulled away and let his forehead rest on yours.

He look into your eyes with so much love "Don't worry my love she doesn't hate you i finally found out what's wrong with her" he laughed.“so what's up with berry?” you asked Chan.”She give me all the sign of jealousy but i didn't pay enough attention to it “ Chan softly laughed .You felt weight on your legs. When you looked down you seen Berry leaning around your legs you smiled “so it's time to give her some love” you petted and cuddled with berry and she was running around you,she licked you and you could see that she's absolutely happy.

You soon forget chan and started to ignore him “you already make Berry jealousy and now you want make me too” he smiled giving his arm around your shoulder to keep you closer.for that moment you was happy you get man of your dreams and his dog loves you.You always thought Berry hate you but finding why she acted like that just because of jealousy make you chuckle..

[self-shipping-angel]

Lemme hear more about your platonic marvel faves? Like what your favorite things to do are? What kind of trouble you guys get into? Anything that you get in trouble with me with Tony? I wanna hear all of it that you got XD

Ok so I've got a few thoughts I've been bouncing around. Solet's sort this by fave! Not gonna cover everyone cause then this post would beeven longer than it already is XDD

Peter Parker (and by extension May):

I met Peter while out shopping one day, some jackass triedto steal my purse and he happened to be right there (not as Spiderman). Iinsisted on buying him lunch to thank him for returning it.

We kept running into each other after that. I was always inmy civilian clothes and he usually was too, but occasionally I saw him swingingaround the city as Spiderman. I pieced it together almost instantly due torecognizing his scent, but he doesn't figure out that I'm Razorclaw until CivilWar.

Once we grow close, I come over often to visit, though Iusually end up helping out in some way. I help May cook dinner and I try tohelp Peter with his homework.

I like to take Peter to the movies or arcade, wherever hewants really. I know it's not easy for him to keep up with school while fightingcrime so I want to give him an opportunity to just hang out/relax. You know, achance to just be a teenager without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

After Civil War, I still visit Peter and May when I can slipinto New York unnoticed. Tony probably knows I'm in the city, but he's notabout to stop me from seeing them. Peter and I are a lot closer now that therearen't secrets between us, of course now I'm not safe from him making cat jokesaround me all the time. Eventually I decide that I should let May in on thesecret as well, she was very shocked and a bit confused even. "How is itthat just never seeing your ears or tail no one ever figures out who you reallyare??? You even have purple eyes and it never even crossed my mind!!!"

May meeting Steve was absolutely hilarious. He joined me incoming over for dinner one day and she was instantly starstruck. "CaptainAmerica is in my apartment. CAPTAIN AMERICA IS IN MY APARTMENT." And thesecond she and I are alone: "So you two are dating? Wow, he is even hotterin person. Get it girl!" Cue Peter walking in right then, "Oh god,Aunt May. Please. Please don't."

Thor:

I didn't meet Thor until Steve and I had been dating for about6 months or so. Steve wanted to wait to start introducing me to people till hewas certain our relationship was serious. He brought me as his date to one ofTony's parties, I was a bit intimidated at the idea of meeting everyone likefor lunch or something as I didn't want a spotlight on me so to speak. Steve gotpulled away for a while during the party and Bruce ended up introducing me toThor while he was gone. Somehow what started as a simple chat turned into Thorand I having a drinking contest (my insert's metabolism is too high to getdrunk unless I drink a lot or drink something very strong, like Asgardian alcohol).Steve was pretty surprised when he came back mid contest, though not as surprisedas everyone else was when I drunkenly threw down my hat at something Thor said.Thor though, omg Thor was so excited, jumping to his feet, "YOU'RE ADEMON!! NO WONDER YOU CAN KEEP UP WITH ME! Oh you are very good, I actuallythought you were human."

Thor and I enjoy training together, he's like the ultimatework out buddy. Any time I beat one of my personal bests, he gets so excitedfor me! We're always cheering each other on and pushing to be better.

He also likes to join Steve and I for movie nights! There'sa lot to catch Steve up on and since Thor hasn't been on Earth long, he loves watchingmovies or shows with us.

Nick Fury:

(Pre-Steve)

Randomly shows up at my apartment with Chinese takeout formovie nights. Says he did it because he wanted to make sure I actually atesomething that day, but we both know he's lying.

Insists on throwing me a birthday party every year cause Ishould at least be social on my birthday. Proceeds to crack jokes about gettingthe number candles cause the store didn't have enough regular ones.

After the first time he took me to the movies in '91, hemade it a tradition to set up a private show of each new Disney movie for us.

(Post-Steve)

Nick goes full dad mode on Steve, interrogation andeverything. Promises to make his life a living hell if he hurts me.

Came out of hiding for Steve and I’s wedding so he could walk me down the aisle.

Once Jamie is older, he will absolutely go behind our backs and give her candy or just spoil her in general. We can’t leave her with him overnight or he will give her cookies for breakfast. His basic rule is if we said no, Gramps says yes. Wanna stay up late but your parents said bedtime is 8? Nah, Gramps says we’re staying up.

Sam:

Sam and I's friendship can be summed up very simply: birdand cat jokes. We are constantly giving each other hell.

As for you and I? We’re always driving your old man nuts! You stay the night at the compound and he gets mad when we’re up at like 3am watching stupid videos in the living room. Or he’ll catch me sneaking into the kitchen in cat form to get us snacks in the middle of the night. And you know I will totally cover for you if he tries to ground you so you can’t go on a date with Stephen. XDD

[losttalongthewayy]

goodnight little love

----------cs + morning sickness in the middle of the night (( AO3 ))

my cs baby feels are in an all time high after finally finishing watching 702 tonight, so here ya go Tumblr, this has been half written for m o n t h s, so idk, happy cs baby feels y’all! these babes are canonically starting a family and I’m just feeling all the feels! Ciao <33

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It’s definitely not as bad as it was with Henry, not at all. Emma knows she should consider herself lucky, only being sick once a day at most, but still… by week 14, Emma’s already done with some of it. She’s tired of being tired all the freaking time. She’s bloated more often than not, and the nausea; the nausea is by far the worst.

Aside for her one, 3am long-standing appointment with the porcelain bowl every night, Emma’s been mostly ‘blessed’ with just nausea day-round and not vomit. Which she figures makes her lucky; it could be worse, she knows how much worse it could be, puking at the drop of hat —she lived it before, so she knows, but despite the lack of retching, her stomach does churn 24/7 and she’s sick of it.

She’s already missed more days at work in the last month than she has in her whole time in Storybrooke all together. She just doesn’t feel right. She’s dizzy and queasy so often, that she finds at least sleeping she’s unaware of the sickness. And it’s not as if she’s not tired enough to justify all the naps –she is.

Killian is great about the whole thing; he’s awesome at allowing her to moan and complain as much as she wants without making her feel whiny or worse, weak. He’s great. Her parents are being completely amazing as well, as is her son and pretty much everyone who knows —which aren’t that many yet, but she figures in time she won’t even have to announce it, they’ll just be able to tell.

Which worries her too, because showing does mean everybody knowing about the baby, and that’s scary. It’s also exciting though. Showing after all does mean the baby is growing, and she wants that. She wants this tiny human of hers to grown healthy so that she and Killian can meet it soon.

She is looking forward to it. It has surprised her how genuinely excited she is about it, but she is; she can’t wait for it to be born, to see it and hold it —to be there when Killian holds it for the first time.

If anything, Emma’s completely sure what an incredible dad he’s going to be —in so many ways, he already is. He doesn’t talk to it yet, but Emma knows it’s not for lack of wanting. She catches him lost in thought more often than not and it’s the baby he’s thinking about. He asks her questions all the time, what does she need, has she taken her vitamins yet, does she think the room they chose for the baby is too small or too big, should they start buying it’s clothes and toys yet. Emma’s favorite thus far, does she think the baby will enjoy the water like he does? It melts her heart, right to the core it does, and the fact that at 3 am every night he wakes up with her, just for the sake of being with her, and with the excuse that he doesn’t need his sleep as much, even when he so totally does, doesn’t hurt too much.

Is this why, when her head lifts from the very disgusting toilet bowl, and the first thing she sees in front of her is a washcloth wet to warm perfection, Emma forces herself  to throw a rather appreciative smile Killian’s way.

The guy is a godsend, there’s no question about that.

Never mind he’s been literally sent to her by a god.

Did she mention at nighttime he now keeps a fluffy blanket by the side of the toilet? All so that she doesn’t have to sit on the cold tiles while upchucking her cookies? Yeah, her guy is pretty great, all right.

“Thank you,” Emma tells him simply, grabbing the washcloth from him.

Killian nods, and scoots over to the bathroom sink to grab something else.

Perfectly timed as Emma finishes wiping at her mouth and face, he hands her a glass full of fizzy ginger ale. Emma takes it gladly, moaning a little as she immediately lifts the glass to her lips and takes a generous sip.

So maybe she should just suck this up and be grateful for everything she has —Killian, at the top of that list right now. God knows she’d take all the nausea in the world if it means they’ll have a healthy baby in a few months and Emma gets to keep its Daddy with her through the whole thing and then some.

Eventually, after taking some more sips, and feeling her stomach settle slightly, Emma sits back and breathes out deeply. Killian sits by her, his eyes on her as he tries to relax as well, but she knows he won’t completely as long as they are still in the bathroom. Instead he’ll be up in seconds if she so happens to need anything.

Emma loves him.

“I’m fine,” she tells him then for his sake. Killian hasn’t asked the question, he never does really; he always chooses to read her and simply wait until she tells him when the worst of the sickness has passed.

Which thankfully now has, she thinks.

Killian nods at her, a tender, soft smile on his face. “Would you like to go back to bed then?”

Emma shakes her head quickly at that, and then smiles guiltily at the face he gives her. Fine, fine, so maybe she isn’t feeling completely fine yet.

Busted. “Give me just a few more minutes, kay?”

“Absolutely,” he tells her. Killian sighs and leans back against the cool wall behind them. Emma eyes him for all of ten seconds before scooting closer to him. He doesn’t think about it before gathering her in his arms, tenderly pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Emma breathes him in deeply, partly because his smell is one of the few things these days that doesn’t make her feel sick, and partly too because even after all this time, Killian, being this close to him, is still one of those things that simply make her feel secure and steady.

She needs this right now, the vivid reminder that everything’s well and she’s safe.

When Emma looks up at him, his chin shifts slightly from the top of her head, and he hums. His eyes are closed, while his arms are loosely holding her —in case she needs to bolt back to the toilet, he knows. Emma knows this is the part of the night they usually talk —or try to anyway. He’ll ask her a silly question requesting whatever story she’s willing to share, or he’ll simply start talking, tell her a tale or two from his many years of voyages.

“Love…”

There he is. “Hum?” Emma replies, still looking up at him.

Killian keeps his eyes shut for another moment, his breathing steady as well as his hold on her. ““How are you feeling?”

Her eyebrows knit, and her expression goes confused at that question. “I just sai–”

“No, I,” he trails off, shaking his head. “I don’t mean—” he tries again, his eyes opening and meeting hers now. “How are you feeling?”

Ah.

For some reason Emma does get now what he’s trying to ask. “As in not in general, physically, but…about this all, as in the kid?”

“Aye,” he nods, then dares a small smile. “As in the small, very very small kid. The one currently living inside you,” he explains making her smile.

Emma still just shrugs at the question. “You’ve been talking to my mom about me, haven’t you?” she asks, and surprisingly enough he shakes his head. “No?”

Again he shakes his head in reply, but then smirks just so and Emma chuckles. “Dad then?”

“Aye,” Killian says.

“When?”

“Ah, here and there…” he tells her, and she knows she isn’t getting more from him on that. “Point being, it’s gotten me thinking…about you, us, the babe. I’d like to know you’re well love. Not just…you know, physically well, but…well…”

Emma takes a moment, a rather long one just looking at him. She thinks about the last few days, the last month or so since they’ve known about their baby….she thinks about all the things that are different and all the things that aren’t.

She thinks about Killian.

She thinks about Henry and her parents and her family.

She thinks about her old self —the one pregnant and in jail, and…alone.

Her eyes fall to her lap and she—

“You’ve mentioned not remembering pregnancy being this bad a few times now…I’ve heard you love; I just haven’t been sure what to tell you back…”

Emma tilts her head up toward him. “Did I really say that?” She asks him instead of replying to his first question yet.

She can’t exactly place when she might have said that, but she figures it comes to show her overly tired nauseated self is also a liar on top of everything else.

This pregnancy is in no way worse than hers with Henry was —physically or any other way, really, but there’s no way Killian knows any of this.

He only knows what she says when she’s tired and feeling sulky and just oh so fed up with the nausea.

Emma hasn’t talked to him much about her first pregnancy —at all actually. She just doesn’t like to go there. She feels guilty —guilty because she gave up her son and she isn’t giving up this baby.

She’d rather never have to think about how it was to be pregnant back then but…

“Aye love,” Killian replies then, her thoughts interrupted. “More than a couple of times now…” He says, and Emma purses her lips.

“You know,” she begins, relaxing a little into his embrace. “It’s not true,” she tells him, and Killian looks at her with surprised wide eyes. “It’s…my pregnancy with Henry was…”

“What?” Killian prompts, but his tone is soft and careful.

While anyone else pushing her to talk would put her off, Killian’s soft, innocent questioning does encourage her to share this with him. She swallows at the lump that has formed in her throat and gives a small shrug. “It was rough,” to put it mildly. “It was more than that, actually. It was…well, it was…hell…”

His jaw clenches and his eyes shift from hers for a beat.

Emma gets it, simply imagining any of the painful moments he’s gone through in his life are enough to make her insides hurt. She can imagine is the same way for him and some of the painful parts of her past.

After a moment, she simply shrugs at him —it is what it is, after all.

Killian nods back, slowly. “Do you remember much?”

Emma thinks about it —she wants to emphatically nod right then. Tell him a big fat yes. That of course she remembers. How being pregnant, heartbroken and locked up isn’t exactly something she can just forget so easily.

But…

There is a but. “I remember everything, but…” There isn’t a prompt to continue this time from Killian, but Emma can almost hear it all the same by the way his eyes lock with hers. “It’s a weird thing —I don’t care about it, I’d do it all again,” she tells him honestly. “In a heartbeat I’d go through it all again because in the end…well, in the end it gave me my son, and while I wasn’t there from the start, he’s my kid and I wouldn’t trade that for the world…”

Killian takes in her words, nods slowly at her. He understands.

“This time around is…you know, tough too. The nausea is getting the best of me these days, and that’s what you hear, but it isn’t…it is not particularly bad, I promise you,” as she says this Emma actually goes and tries for a smile in Killian’s direction.

He smiles back at her and reaches up his good hand to cup her face.

“I’m good,” Emma promises. “I swear I am.” She adds, and at this, he nods. “And just as I went and would go again through hell for Henry,” she pauses thinking for a tiny moment before adding, “For you,” she says, and smirks despite the flash of heartache that crosses Killian’s face. It’s the truth though. “I’d go through just about anything —everything for this kid as well. A little bit of nausea and the whole lot of bitching that you hear, is nothing, Killian. I can take it, okay? For the kid, I can take everything this pregnancy brings…”

And suddenly she feels like she might cry so she shifts her eyes away from his.

She’s not usually this clear with words but this particular subject she wants to put out in the open and make sure they stay on the same page.

It doesn’t take away the fact that it takes a lot from her to go to all these emotional places and now all she wants is curl up in a ball and not think about it for the rest of the night…

Probably the rest of the month, honestly.

“Emma,”

She refuses to look up at him at first; she’s still struggling a bit to reel back in her emotions.

“Emma, love,” and of course as he says this he’s also shifting her face up with his hand. His hand on her jaw is soft and tender though, his eyes looking into her with love and affection that make Emma’s heart squeeze inside her chest.

She nods at him to talk then, her eyes meeting his with what she hopes is the same level of affection she sees in his. “You’re amazing love,” he tells her as if that is the simplest, yet most important fact in this world.

It makes her blush a bit, gives her that urge to look down she has to fight something fierce.

He’s smiling at her though, thumb running lovingly over the apple of her cheek as he looks into her eyes as if she’s the whole damn world to him.

“Every day you blow me away, your strength, your love for this baby, for the lad…me…” he says, a silly, sort of coy expressing crossing his face. “You’re my all, Emma Swan, and I just…it is my hope I can help make these few months if only a little bit easier….” he tells her. “Not because I don’t think you can take anything under the sun, but because I don’t want you to have to. I want you to lean on me and I want to be here and share on everything with you, all right?”

A tiny chuckle escapes her, it’s watery, but she still refuses to let those pesky tears fall from her eyes right now.

Instead, she nods at him. “All right,” she agrees simply and he beams —he positively beams at her and before Emma can produce another single thought or word, he’s leaning in to kiss her and the world around her effectively disappears.

His lips are warm, as they always ���always— are, and suddenly she’s warm too —not just physically, although her cheeks certainly do feel warm and that pool of warmth in her belly demanding more sure is too, but she mostly feels inwardly warm —her heart. She feels her love for him tenfold when he’s this close —when his lips brush hers and his hand caresses her as if she’s the most delicate being he’s ever touched.

Her love for him is warm and great and…perfect in all their imperfect ways and Emma Swan sure as hell wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Eventually she sighs —he’s pulled back slightly, not much really, just enough so that their noses are still brushing and his forehead is resting against hers. “We’re getting good at this, aren’t we now?” She hears him say then.

Reluctantly she opens her eyes and looks upward into his. “Huh?”

“Feelings,” he says, his smirk stupidly big and playful.

Emma groans, in absolute jest and slaps his chest.

“Sharing them and all I mean, love…”

She rolls her eyes although she does know and deep down she does agree —time together has definitely given them the ability to just talk about how they are feeling most times. They aren’t pros at it yet —by any means, it still takes much prompting and patience some days, but regardless they are getting there and that’s a good thing.

“Not lying, Swan…”

She looks at him, fights the smile that wants to form, but still nods. “Nah you’re not,” she tells him simply before just melting once more into him. Killian holds her tight to him, he’s fairly certain the worst of her sickness has now truly passed so he feels confident holding her to him is all right once more.

He kisses her hair, strokes her back, her belly for a little while too. He feels her breathing shifting slowly —feels her melting into him slowly more and more, feels her heart beating against him and peace washes over him as it always does during this portion of their nights.

He sighs, giving her temple one strong kiss again and stroking her face slightly with the pads of his fingers.

“Let’s go to bed now, love…”

She hums in response, sleep almost having taken her completely already.

Killian’s up from the floor slowly and carefully helps Emma every step of the way. She’s leaning into him almost completely, giving small steps every time he gives one. Her eyes stay closed, as they always do this time of the night, and slowly but surely, they make it back into their bedroom.

He helps her into her side of the bed, and Emma waits patiently until he climbs next to her and snuggles into his side one more time.

She’s asleep within minutes, Killian can tell but it takes him just a bit longer to do the same. It’s such a huge thing they are doing —growing their family in every sense there is. He’s lucky he thinks, to have Emma and their family and everything that they are building.

One thing he knows, and that’s how he’ll do anything for them —all of them— his family.

“Night love,” he whispers, pressing a feather like kiss to Emma’s cheek. His hand moves then and he sets it flat on her belly, his thumb stroking the bit of skin that’s showing. “Night to you too little love…”

[thewinsisterchronicles]

What You’ve Done (P5)

Warnings: angst, sadness, physical abuse, language, Dean doing V BAD THINGS LIKE WHY???

tags and a/n at the bottom

"Where are we going, again?" Y/N asked. She was half listening to Dean, half looking out the window at the clouds overhead, as she curled up in the front seat of the impala on the long road. She wasn't really paying attention, which was unusual.

She’d been doing it frequently, lately. Normally, she was sleeping with one eye open and a knife under her pillow. It wasn’t uncommon for hunters, but Y/N slept less, ate less, and practiced more than any other hunter that Sam or Dean knew. Whenever she wasn’t on a hunt, researching, eating or resting, she was either in the gun range or in the war room, sparring with whoever was willing- or, alternatively, beating up a punching bag at 3am when she couldn’t sleep.

More likely, she didn’t want to sleep.

Sleeping is lethal, she had said to Dean. You can’t fight when you’re asleep; you can’t even trust yourself. You’re not safe.

Thus, she had rarely been seen not working. It concerned the boys, and they often tried to encourage her to find interests elsewhere. Until recently, she hadn’t taken to it. Now, however, she was watching movies with them, playing games with them, talking to them without trying to peel away the layers of who they were…

It was an improvement, really. She wasn’t fully unquestionable with them and their intentions, but at least it wasn’t constantly on the forefront of her mind anymore. When Dean brought it up to Sam, he simply suggested that Y/N was beginning to trust them.

She was trusting them. Dean bit the inside of his cheek.

"We're going to meet some hunting buddies," he replied nonchalantly. His voice was steady, but something lingered behind the words. If Y/N had bothered listening more closely, she would have noticed.

"Sam's..." Dean faltered. "Well, Sam couldn't come because he was doing some... important research, and I figured it was about time you met other hunters and see what they’re like."

Y/N finally looked over at him, arching her eyebrow.

"You want me around other hunters?" She questioned. Dean swallowed and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Dean, the last time I was around another girl my age she tried to break my wrist. I talk to get what I want. Not everyone’s a fan of that. "

"Then this is the time to learn some manners," Dean retorted harshly. He sighed. He needed to calm down, to get off the edge of whatever nervous chasm he was teetering on the brink of; especially with Y/N, with what he was about to do to her.

They drove on in silence for a long time after that. Dean could feel Y/N looking at him, but neither of them spoke for a while.

"Are you okay?" She finally asked. Her voice was calm, collective; Dean knew it well.  “You've been a bit... off, the whole ride. You good?”

She stared intently, caringly, at Dean's face. Concern was etched into hers, like she was afraid for Dean.

He absolutely hated it. Dean… Dean didn't deserve her caring, her compassion, her empathy or whatever else about her. She didn't know.... He shoved the thought out of his mind.

You’re fine, he thought. Cut yourself off.

"I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth. Y/N squinted.

"Yeah, sure you are," she muttered. "Listen, you don't want to talk? That's cool. But I'm not gonna judge, just saying-"

"Well maybe you should just quit saying things," Dean snapped angrily at her.

He saw her flinch before the words left his mouth. Actually flinch. Dean had never seen her flinch before; not even when they were being tortured, or when they were fighting. She’d wince, maybe. But not flinch. He couldn’t get that angry at her.

Y/N had this way of... making him calm down. It was most likely, though, that she calmed him down out of fear; like she was afraid he'd do something bad. It did the trick, but he’d never actually....

Dean didn't like the way it made him feel after everything had settled, like she had only calmed him to save herself. That was absurd. Dean would never harm her.

Dean clenched his jaw. Wasn't that what he was doing now?

"Sorry," he sighed. "Just... I'm a little nervous, to be honest. I don't know how this is gonna go down, and I..." He faltered.

"Y/N," he started again. He looked over at her.

"Y/N, you know... you do know I'd never want you hurt, right?" He said. Y/N swallowed and didn't say anything. No one did for a while.

Dean turned off the exit into the bush. Y/N frowned slightly, but kept her mouth shut.

"We can't exactly meet a couple of sketchy people to talk about monsters in the open highway," he lied through a smirk. "Tends to draw a crowd."

He saw her smile softly. He tried to memorize the shape of it on her face.

The bumpy road tossed Y/N around as she sat in the impala beside Dean. He pulled it into a park, continuing to give off that weirdly-nervous energy. She didn’t want to push him- maybe he’d talk, when he was ready- but something was off.

"They're taking a long time," Y/N sighed, shifting in her seat. "You sure they're meeting us here?"

"This is where they said to meet up," Dean replied stonily, looking down ahead at the road. He checked his phone.

Something rumbled up ahead. Y/N turned her head. A truck appeared on the dirt road. She watched as he stared at the vehicle.

Something clicked in her brain.

Oh.

Of course.

It rolled up across from the impala. She gulped. Her right hand tensed until she couldn’t feel it; anger surged through her veins, almost as fast as the fear drew the blood from her cheeks.

Dean said she was family. He promised she’d be okay. He swore every night when she’d wake up screaming and sobbing and staring at her wall like Clyde could somehow come out of it and-

She let out a deep breath. Of course he’d betray her; Sam was still in the picture. Y/N cared deeply about both brothers, more than she ever had for any of her own relatives.

But Dean promised she’d be okay.

Surely, there was more than one car like that in America. A different hunter could have the same car. Dean wouldn't bring her here if Y/N was going to be in danger.

Would he?

For the first time in her life, Y/N wasn't so sure.

The car pulled up to a stop, tires squealing as the person inside stepped on the breaks. Y/N looked away. She shrank into her seat as she heard the car door slam open and shut. Her gaze was locked somewhere in the distance as the gravel crunched under feet that walked closer to her.

"Well, well, well," a horrifyingly familiar voice called out. A rough hand opened the car door and grabbed her arm. "Lookie what we got here, boys."

He wrenched her out of the car, making her fall on her hands and knees. She took a deep breath before moving to stand. Something kicked her gut, knocking the breath out of her and sending her sprawling again.

“Dean-” she tried.

"Shut up."

Crack.

The sickening sound of Clyde's boot crushing her nose resonated through the air. Y/N coughed, almost as if unfazed by his behaviour, as she spat blood onto the dirt below her. Dean clenched his jaw and swallowed thickly, looking at the man standing above her.

"That's enough." His voice was hoarse, like it pained him to speak. He cleared his throat. "Just... just take her."

“She’s not yours to play with anymore, Winchester.” He smiled humourlessly, something cold behind his bloodshot eyes. He squatted beside Y/N. “She’s mine now; you don’t get no say in what happens to her.”

Clyde pulled harshly on Y/N’s hair, sending shooting pains through her scalp. Y/N looked up at Dean, just fucking sitting there, letting this happen to her. He didn’t return her gaze. Clyde pulled hard on her arm, throwing her in the direction of the truck.

"Please-" She groaned, earning a boot to the knee as she tried to stand. Dean refused to look at her. Clyde laughed with the two other men Y/N suddenly noticed. "Dean, don't let them- no, no-"

A hand struck her face again- she couldn't tell whose it was- and she tumbled down to the ground.

"Get up," Clyde's gruff voice barked at her. She moved slowly. "I said get up, bitch." He drew his leg back and kicked her. She whimpered at the blow. Dean looked up at the sky ahead of him, blinking profusely.

"Is that necessary?" Dean's voice cracked.

"Our deal was you get her to us, and we's ain't gon tell nobody about your brother's secret," Clyde snarled. "That's it. What happens to the girl now ain't none of your concern."

Dean's face twitched. He still didn't look to Y/N.

She wasn't sure she wanted him to.

"Dean..." Her voice was a whisper. She still couldn't believe what was happening. Dean- her Dean- the Dean who had taught her every Led Zeppelin song and showed her the wonders of pie and music and what life could really be like with a friend, a family- was walking away from her. He was the only true family she'd ever had, the first person to show her kindness and love and compassion and forgiveness.

And there he was, walking away from her the only time she asked him to stay.

"Dean," she heaved, blood and sweat and dirt on her face. "Dean, don't let them take me. Please-"

Crack.

Her eyes refused to open, but the unmistakable sound of a car door closing met her ears. She began to panic.

"No- Dean!" She cried. The rumble of the impala engine echoed in her mind, the dirt kicked up from it making its way into her lungs. She coughed and hacked, still screaming after her brother.

"Don’t leave- fuck!" she screamed. A cloth was pressed over her mouth. Y/N smelled... chloroform. Tears leaked from her eyes as she struggled to stay conscious. She writhed viciously, trying to get away from the cloth that covered just enough of her face so that she couldn’t breath anything other than the toxin while she watched him drive away.

Something wet reached the edges of the cloth. It was salty.

She didn’t fucking care.

Dean left her. Sam left her. Once again, Y/N was alone.

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A/N: wooOOOOOOO BOYYY I am sort of sorry for that but like ????I really wanted to write it

also I'm v sorry that it’s not nearly as long as the last one but I just kind of wanted this to be snappy and short and all that jazz so ://///// but the next part will be................................................. interesting

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SOME QUESTIONS FOR YOUR OTP/BROTP THAT MUST BE CONSIDERED

From @crypticasterisk via @mystradeheart who posted a lovely set of prompting questions. 

Okay, here’s how my OTP/BROTP act, in my humble opinion.

Mine is Mystrade, every time, the lovely little puppies. They’re gorgeously awesome and not necessarily easy to read. 

Who slowly eases into the pool while complaining about the temperature of the water and who takes a full-force no regrets flying cannonball into the water? Mycroft is definitely the complainer, Greg throws himself in full force, and probably splashes Myc with the tidal wave. Mycroft gets him later, probably at home, by flushing the loo when Greg is showering. 

Who can easily comfort the other when they’re sick and who sprays everything down with Lysol and wears an antimicrobial mask and pats the former with a broom to comfort them when they get sick? Greg is the caregiver, he finds it easy. He’s a dad, someone who is used to mopping fevered brows at 3am and dosing those in his care with paracetamol and tea. He’s a copper, so he’s first aid trained too, and can readily leap in to correctly staunch bleeding and support a broken limb while the ambulance gets there. He’s even been known to take a casualty to A&E himself, in his car, with the blues and two on. However, if Greg is sick, Mycroft cares from a safe distance. He does know what comfort food to provide and how to make his partner feel comfortable and cared for, just don’t expect him to don a nurse’s cap and apron...

Who’s the amazing cook and who almost burns the house down trying to microwave a poptart? I’m tempted to say Mycroft is the cook and Greg can burn salad, but I think it is the other way around. Greg learned from his Gran how to cook good hearty food; savoury soups and stews, and stodgy puddings that Mycroft secretly adores but doesn’t eat that often for fear of weight gain. Mycroft never got the chance to learn to cook, and earns enough that eating out or getting take away is easy.

Who immediately goes for the can of Raid when they see a bug and who picks it up like “no wait don’t kill it I wanna keep it” Mycroft hates bugs, and may be subject to anaphylaxis if he sees a bee, never mind getting stung by one, whereas Greg always saves bees. Always. Bees are good. He can happily beat a wasp to death although beetles don’t bother him, but even Greg thinks that if the spiders get any bigger, he’s going to start charging them rent.

Who likes to lean over railings to get a better view and who freaks out and tries to pull the former back away from the rail screaming about how they might fall? Greg is the leaner. Mycroft is the Health and Safety freak. Mycroft doesn’t scream but Greg is aware of the forcefulness of Mycroft’s voice when he’s alarmed. 

Who acts like they’re brave and fearless but actually gets terrified 15 minutes into a horror movie and who is usually the huge scaredy cat but isn’t fazed at all by most horror movies? Greg is brave and fearless, honest, but some horror movies creep him out and he’s happy to hide behind a cushion, or Mycroft. Mycroft professes not to like horror but he actually knows he’s seen worse in the real world and most horror movie directors don’t know the half of it. 

Who constantly criticizes the latter’s wardrobe and who dresses even more outrageously to further annoy the former Mycroft always hates Greg’s sartorial choices, and insists on dressing him when they have to attend a formal function, however, give Greg the chance and he’ll be a right rogue and dress in something terrible just to annoy his lover. If he can get away with dressing in said terrible thing AND attending the function too, he’ll go for it.

Who likes total darkness when they sleep and who needs a night light Mycroft likes total darkness, and Greg likes a little ambient light on somewhere. It usually takes the form of a kid’s night light in the wall socket by the nightstand, just a slight soft glow. He hates sleeping in complete black out, it leaves him feeling a tad vulnerable. So Mycroft often sleeps with eye shades on, soft silk ones of course, just so Greg can drift off in comfort.

Who loves kids and who scowls at the mere sight of them Greg loves kids, but Mycroft treats them with a little trepidation. He’s not used to them, not normal ones anyway, not the screamers and the chatty ones who talk nonsense and think they are gifting secrets. Greg on the other hand can calm fractious babies with a cuddle, and sooth weepy kids with a sweet treat, gives them something to do, even if it’s sitting at his desk, scribbling in biro on scrap paper. He’s everyone’s favourite uncle, or dad, and he fathers his own team too, but Mycroft is a little too stiff for dealing with little ones, despite a rather fierce protective streak when it comes to little Rosie, who has adopted Uncle Mycroft despite Mycroft’s misgivings.

Who plays games competitively and sucks at them and who plays games casually and is actually really heckin good? Greg is the competitive one, but he’s a bit hit and miss, while Mycroft doesn’t care and manages to win without seeming to try. Greg is never going to play monopoly with Myc again. The only game he’s won so far is Yahtzee and that was because Mycroft took a while to understand the purpose of the thing.

Who can handle spicy foods perfectly and who chugs an entire gallon of milk after accidentally eating one jalapeño Greg likes spicy food, even if it doesn’t like him. He does have his limits but spicy food does a number on his digestion and he tends to leave it alone. He won’t flinch at eating a Jalapeno though, despite the results. Mycroft is the more sedate eater, although he can handle hot food, he doesn’t quite like it, although he doesn’t mind Moroccan.

And here’s a few more..

Who complains about how expensive everything is when they go shopping? Greg. If Mycroft buys him things, Greg always protests that it’s too expensive.  If Greg has to buy something, like socks, he goes cheap. He doesn’t see the reason to waste money on some stuff. Mycroft would happily buy everything they eat from Fortnum and Mason, although clothing is usually bespoke. M&S sometimes makes the grade but not often. Selfridges is closer. Nobody even mention Primark...

Who asks for more sweets and frozen pizza?  Greg, obviously, although Mycroft does have a sweet tooth for mints.

Who wakes the other in the middle of the night to tell them about the cool dream they just had? Greg is the dreamer, and has started to keep a notebook by the bed to write them down. Mycroft is often awake until late and doesn’t really mind when Greg insists on telling him his exploits from his dreams. Shooting Dinosaurs on a spaceship? Whatever next?

Who likes to take photos of the other when they’re not looking? Greg is the one to snap Mycroft when he’s not looking and thinks he’s the only one who does it, but Mycroft is just as bad, but doesn’t get caught. 

Who suggests tv show marathons and does the other agree easily or do they have to be promised stuff like sex or a massage or a romantic dinner later in order to get them to agree? Greg usually suggests their marathon boxed set viewing, but was surprised when Mycroft suggested, and watched, Downton Abbey, all the way through. Without requiring sweeteners. Although he was quite taken with their role play in the bedroom later when Greg acted as a rather naughty valet to his lordship...

Who sings in the shower and who secretly enjoys listening to it? Greg has quite a nice voice in the shower, not to mention out of it, but he rarely risks singing, despite the fact Mycroft loves listening to it. One day, he might just persuade Greg to record a CD. 

Who texts the other a lot to tell about the jerk on the traffic or about someone’s new haircut or to ask if they had lunch already? Greg is the texter, although he usually rants when he gets home. Mycroft has already scheduled an extra twenty minutes into his day to be the ear for Greg’s gripes about how his day went, from the idiot who cut him up on the way to work (the pitiful unfortunate whose number plate he called in and suggested to Traffic they intercept and check for illegal substances), to the moronic drunk who decided it was a good idea to piss all over a crime scene.  So far, though, he has resisted ranting about the new computer tech’s hair cut...

Who forgets coins in jeans pockets and who trips on their own shoelace in the early morning because they forgot to tie it because they’re too sleepy? Greg. Gregory Lestrade is NOT a morning person.