#snakes patter t shirts

[kellistrator]

 How to Choose the Perfect Hawaiian Shirt for Men ?

  When it comes to picking out a Hawaiian shirt for men, there are a few things you need to keep in mind. First, the style and fit of the shirt should flatter your body type. Second, the color and pattern of the shirt should reflect your personal style. And finally, the fabric and construction of the shirt should be high quality so that it will last long. With these tips in mind, you're sure to find the perfect Hawaiian shirt for any occasion.

1. The History of Hawaiian Shirts

  Hawaiian shirts have a long and colorful history. They were first introduced to the islands by traders from the Philippines in the 1800s. At the time, the shirts were worn by men and women of all ages.

In the early 1900s, Hawaiian shirts began to gain popularity outside of the islands. American servicemen stationed in Hawaii during World War II brought home copies of the shirts, and soon they were being worn by people all over the country.

Today, Hawaiian shirts remain a popular choice for summertime attire. They are often worn by men at beach weddings and other summer events.

2. Why Hawaiian Shirts are Perfect for Men

  There are a number of reasons why Hawaiian shirts are perfect for men. For one, they are extremely comfortable and provide a great level of breathability, which is perfect for hot weather. Additionally, Hawaiian shirts come in a variety of fun and colorful designs, which can add a bit of personality to any outfit. Lastly, they are also very affordable, which makes them a great option for those on a budget.

3. How to Choose the Perfect Hawaiian Shirt for Men

  When it comes to Hawaiian shirts for men, there are a few things to take into consideration before making your purchase. The first thing to think about is the fit. Hawaiian shirts should be loose-fitting and comfortable, so make sure to choose the right size.

Next, consider the style of the shirt. There are a variety of different styles to choose from, so you can find the perfect shirt to match your personality and wardrobe.

Finally, think about the color and pattern of the shirt. There are many different colors and patterns to choose from, so you can find the perfect shirt to match your style.

4. The Different Types of Hawaiian Shirts for Men

  There are many different types of Hawaiian shirts for men. Some are made of cotton and some are made of silk. Some have short sleeves and some have long sleeves. Some are brightly colored and some are more subdued.

Some men like to wear Hawaiian shirts for special occasions, such as weddings or parties. Others like to wear them for everyday casual wear. Whatever the occasion, there is sure to be a Hawaiian shirt that will suit the man’s taste.

5. Where to Buy Hawaiian Shirts for Men

  If you're looking for a cool and casual t- shirt to wear in Hawaii, you should definitely check out the selection of Hawaiian shirts for men. You can find these shirts at most stores in the state, but if you want to shop around for the best prices, you may want to check out some of the online retailers.

One great place to find Hawaiian shirts for men is Island Breeze. This online store has a wide selection of shirts to choose from, and you can even filter your search results by color, size, and style. Plus, you can get free shipping on orders over $75.

If you're looking for a more affordable option, you should check out Aloha Shirt Warehouse. This online store has a large selection of shirts starting at just $14.99. And, if you're not happy with your purchase, you can always return it for a full refund.

No matter where you decide to buy your Hawaiian shirt, make sure you get one that fits you well. You want to look and feel your best when you're in Hawaii, and a great Hawaiian shirt is the perfect way to do that.

6. How to Care for Hawaiian Shirts

  How to care for your Hawaiian shirt is important to keep it looking its best. Here are a few tips:

-Wash in cold water and hang to dry.

-Do not bleach.

-Iron on the reverse side.

Thanks for reading! If you're in the market for a Hawaiian shirt, be sure to keep these tips in mind. You're sure to find the perfect one for you!

[willownwisp]

cold woes

iii. in sickness and in health. (re4r!leon x gn!reader)

author's note: sorry for the late post lovely ppl, i was out the whole day to shop for clothes and buy gifts bc it's my niece's birthday tomorrow and then tumblr decided to become a bitch and won't let me post grr i'll also be posting the fourth one later as an early treat because i'll most likely be busy partying. anyw! i hope you all are doing well! hehe, a little spoiler. the fourth post is actually the one i wanna post the most bc i tried switching up my writing style for the ehem the nsfw. thank you to @valkyrurr the sweetest ever, had followed her advuce on how to post and FINALLY.

cw: cliche sick leon and reader babying him, sfw, fluffy fluff, food

part 3 of ree's leon valentine's day advent

The rain fell in a light drizzle, a soft pitter-patter tapping outside her window. The sky was gray, hazy in the early morning with a thin mist rolling in, dispersing slowly in the cool air.

You reach your arms out and drag your fingers along the glass, the trickle of raindrops slide down the window and you shiver at the sight of rain. You retract your hand to grab the ladle, and hum as you stir the pot that was already bubbling, and you smile.

Unbeknownst to you, there is a rustle in your bed sheets with Leon in a mood because of the fact that he didn't wake up next to you. Leon, juts out his bottom lip slightly in a pout, as he looks at the droplets falling on his window.

Leon groans and sniffs, his footsteps heavy as he exits your shared bedroom only to be greeted by the homey scent of aromatics. He smiles knowing that you must be in the kitchen, he is led on by the scent alone and before you could register Leon's presence a pair of strong arms is wrapped around your waist, dragging you backwards.

"Thought you'd take responsibility and nurse me?"

Leon asks, his voice thick with sleep, and you smile.

"Babe, I am."

You grin as you turn to face him just to watch his expression, but he denies that as Leon dives his face on the crook of your neck. Breathing you in.

"What's that?"

A gentle smile graces your lips as Leon nuzzles you.

"It's chicken congee. Good for colds."

You chuckle a bit as you feel a smile ghosting on Leon's lips.

"Feed me."

He mumbled, his words muffled against your skin as his hands snake underneath your t-shirt—his t-shirt, his calloused hands gripping on your waist.

"I feel cold."

He adds on before wrapping his arms around your bare waist again before he presses a kiss on your neck, on your cheek. This intimacy, the lingering kisses, the tight embrace. Leon had always been clingy, despite his nonchalant act on it, but he couldn't deny how touchy he was.

For Leon, you are his peace. His solace, and for a moment it was just the gentle sound of rain, both of your syncopated breaths, and the soft thrumming of heartbeats. The only music ringing in both your ears.

You smile as you both gaze at each other's loving eyes.

"I'll warm you up."

Leon smiles at your reply, these same words were what he uttered t you during that camping trip when you had clumsily forgotten to bring something warmer, and him being the loving boyfriend that he is, had given you his jacket. Leading to a cold, he couldn't fathom how he, Leon S. Kennedy, top graduate in the Police Academy,  decimated hordes of zombies in his first day as a rookie cop, endured military training in the middle of nowhere.

Not only that, but he saved Ashley Graham, the President's daughter, in the middle of fucking nowhere Spain. He doesn't get a cold that easily, and yet here he is. He doesn't regret it, he likes taking care of you, but there's something adorable about the way you had said the exact same words as him now. Matching his love for you, and to say he's over the moon is an understatement.

Here you are, dragging him back to bed with a bowl of homecooked congee, water and meds as you tuck him in like a baby.

You join him in bed, spoon in hand as you attempt to feed him.

"I'm not a baby. Can feed myself, you know."

Leon scoffs but you narrow his eyes at him and he chuckles.

"Don't give me that look, I thought you were gonna make it up to me."

You frown and he relents, letting you feed him, fuss over him like he would break. The feeling was foreign to the agent, being taken care of.

"I am, so let me."

You reply earnestly and he smiles.

Major Krauser had instilled in him, a man eat man mindset, but there you are devoted in your care for him and he ponders the last time he had ever felt this secure, this peaceful.

With every reluctant bite turning into more willing actions, you smile. Pressing a kiss to Leon's lips and he smiles slyly.

"You're gonna catch it, you know."

You shrug and giggle.

"I do, but I love you and I want to kiss you. Nothing wrong kissing my boyfriend."

You bat your eyelashes playfully at him and he scoffs, but his blue eyes are gentle and only reflect fondness. He gives you another sweet kiss, this time, sweeping his tongue on your upper lip before pulling away.

"Of course there's nothing wrong, I love you too."

In that moment, Leon thinks, in the future he's gonna need to change that boyfriend into husband.

[patrophthia]

Tom Riddle x reader with this?

“I think I might need to be hospitalised for possible heart abnormalities, or possibly cardiac arrest.” “What, why? Are you okay? You look okay—” “No, because my heart keeps beating the fuck out of my chest when I’m around you and I don’t know what kind of disease I’ve come down with and frankly, I’m really scared.” 

It seems like something he would say😭

omg it so would!!! i actually had so much fun writing this and it was such a breeze to write hehe

new jeans, do you see? | tom riddle

pairing: tom riddle x reader

genre: fluff, OOC!tom (sorry not sorry), tom’s a big softie here, tom isn’t a maniac here he’s just a normal dude, writing powered by me listening to new jeans by new jeans for 15 mins straight

is a small bonus chapter for a series of mine

There's something off about you, Tom didn't notice it at first but he does now. Something about you is different and it's irritating him in every way, like an itch you know you can't scratch. 

He hates it, he notes. He seems to be noting a lot of things down lately. Like for one, he's noted down how you've been more radiant, more attentive towards him than to others, more beautiful, more —what's the word? enchanting? Yeah, that's the word. 

And for two, he's noted down that whenever he sees you, hears your voice, (he's going to sound weird here) smells your scent, he feels his heart picking up a few too many paces and it truly was concerning if he thought about it. 

It started two weeks ago, he thinks —he seems to be thinking a lot too lately. You've gotten back from Hogsmeade with a new hair do, new crisp jeans and tee shirt; and had asked him if he liked it. “It's a snake," you tell him, pointing at a small green embroidery on your t-shirt, "do you see?"

Tom nods, looking more than uninterested in this conversation as he tries —in every way, to go back to his book. But you add, "it reminded me of you. 'S why I bought it." 

His stomach does an uncomfortable flip. You bought something because it reminded you of him? He wants to say something but someone else speaks up before he gets the chance to. 

"Did you really turn Rosier down?" Your friend, someone who's name he can't recall, asks. 

You whip your head towards them. "Where'd you hear that?" 

Your friend gasps dramatically. "So you did turn him down," they say, "are you crazy? Rosier's hot as hell why would you turn him down?" 

Your eyes unconsciously drift to Tom then back to his friend. He doesn't overthink why you'd look in his direction before saying: "Because, I have my eyes on someone else." 

There were a few more instances since then, he doesn't know why he remembers every single one of them like the back of his hand but he doesn't let it get to him. This weird feeling of —knowing, and yet so confused all the same on why you've been so different, frustrated Tom to no extent. 

It almost feels like a game now, to go on and on again for something so strange yet familiar. 

When you take your seat next to him —like you would every other time you two shared a class, Tom decides that he has had enough. He feels— no, hears, the soft pitter patter of his heart when you greet him good morning with a soft smile and he hates it.

Something was shining you in a different light and he's more than sure that someone must've slipped a potion or two into his breakfast (as if this hasn't been happening for the past week). 

He says your name first, tone stern. And when you turn to him. "Yes Tom?" You ask, face full of concern; he can feel his heart swelling. "I think I might need to be hospitalised for possible heart abnormalities, or possibly cardiac arrest." 

It takes you a second to process his words. Blinking at him, before you it clicks in you that Tom might be sick. "What, why? Are you okay? You look okay—"

"Heart palpitations aren't diagnosable from mere looks," he says sharply, and you frown at him. "Something must be really wrong with me because my heart keeps beating the fuck out of my chest when l'm around you and I don't know what kind of disease I've come down with and frankly, I'm really scared."

You look at him, really look at him, and try not to smack his stupid stupid face. "Tom," you sigh softly, "Tom darling, do you hear yourself?" 

You use the pet name in a patronising way, that's another thing he notes. "Yes." He says. 

"And you do realise that people's heartbeats quicken when they're nervous, right?" 

Tom nods first. Then he adds, "are you suggesting that I'm nervous when I'm around you?" 

"Not really." You eye him carefully. "I'm suggesting that you get nervous around people you like—" and when Tom's brows furrow at the word, you specify. "—fancy, around people you fancy." 

"You think I fancy you?" Tom's response is so bafflingly loud that he startles himself upon hearing it. 

"I don't know," you shrug slyly. "I fancy you and my heart beats the fuck out of my chest whenever I see you too." 

Tom considers you for a second and doesn't let his eyes wander to your lips, he doesn't let himself think about it, not even a bit. Basorexia isn't going to get him today. "Was I the one you . . . ?" 

"Had eyes on?" You finish for him. Tom nods. "How could I have my eyes on someone else when I was looking at you, genius?" 

You're smiling at him, eyes adoring as you look at him. He knows what's off about you now: two weeks ago, your hair was different, your jeans were different, your shirt was different, and Tom was different. He didn't realise just how into you he was then. 

But he does now, and since he figured it out, he thinks he deserves a reward for it. And if basorexia did win, so what? At least he gets to kiss you, that's a win in his book, he notes.

[contentloadingandstuff]

✨ Coming home to Lumine ✨

CW: Male!Reader, Modern AU.

You press down on the doorknob, and push the door open. You're a little surprised at that fact, since it's well past midnight. You see the light in the living room is still on. You close the door behind you. Suddenly the patter of bare feet on the wooden flooring. A familiar figure stands at the end of the hallway, dressed up in one of your t-shirts, far too big for her, and underwear - her usual pajamas. 

"Hi Y/N!" Lumine smiles brightly and waves her hand. "How are you doing?" 

You take off your shoes and hang your overcoat on the coat rack before making your way to her. You place a quick kiss on her lips. 

"I'm tired. Long day, that's all." You give her a smile in return. Her golden eyes look at you softly. "Shouldn't you be asleep by now?" 

She waves her hand dismissively, before pointing at the table. "Somebody has to take care of this handsome guy over here, right?" 

You sit down. Your hand goes to your eyes to rub them, efficiently covering your small blush. You hear the sounds of plates moving and the microwave's ping. Before long, Lumine sits next to you, placing a bowl of Radish and Veggie soup in front of you. 

"Hope you don't mind the microwave."

You grab the spoon and get to work. "How could I be anything but grateful?" 

She rests her chin on her arm, propped up on the table. "Hey, I don't mind. Not at all."

You quickly eat the dish. Before you can get up and carry the bowl to the sink, Lumine snatches it. "How about you take a shower? I'll be waiting in bed."

"Thanks Lumi." You take a quick glance at her before you go, just in time to see her yawn. 

"Uh oh, you're gonna eat me up!" You tease, and she chuckles.

"With how sweet you are? I wouldn't mind that at all…" 

After a fifteen minute shower and a good teeth brushing, you dress up in your own sleep outfit. You get out of the bathroom and head to sleep. She's lying there, half asleep, but the lights are still on. Her eyes are closed, but she cracks one open to greet you. 

"The door?" You put your folded day clothes in your drawer. 

"Locked." She mumbles sleepily. "I wanna be small spoon. You're in?" 

You click off the light and crawl under the covers. "Always."

She makes space for you, and you snake your arms around her. She settles in, her hand finding its way into yours. She curls her body slightly. 

"G'night Y/N." 

"Good night, Lumine." 

By the time you kiss her hair, she's already asleep. You soon follow. 

Thanks for reading!

[living-dead-girl7]

montgomery scott (scotty, star trek can be tos or aos) x reader

not proofread, probably typos and errors

The Enterprise engine room buzzes around Scotty’s ears, a white noise to him that he's sure he could fall asleep to if he had the resolve to sleep for once. At the current time, he is idly tinkering away at some long put off project that holds no true significance, but he can’t give himself a moment of rest, fearing something will always happen. The doors adjacent to his office open with a light ‘swoosh,’ and Scotty can hear the light pattering of boots across the floor. He leans back in his chair expecting a red shirt to barge in saying they can't seem to figure out how to fix one of the replicators, and will inevitably find himself hunched over shoving wire back into the right position. He will never deny his love of the ship, but god can she be stubborn. 

A gentle rap in the door frame breaks him from his trance. To his surprise, it's not a red shirt, but his favorite medical officer leaning casually against the frame with a soft smile full of affection, that he finds himself returning. 

‘“Hey lass, what brings you ‘ere?”

The officer in blue pushes herself off from the door and rounds the corner to sit in front of him at his desk. Scotty finds himself, without thought, gently resting his hands on her sides as she is perched at his desk. “Just wanted to see my favorite engineer.”

The Scotsman lets out a heartfelt laugh, it's far from condescending, it's a gut laugh that radiates pure adoration and affection. His hands that rest at your sides soothing find their way to your arms, gently running them up and down the length of them. A tender moment that is hidden from the bustling energy of the ship. With a gentle squeeze and soft peck, Scotty reluctantly lets you go, knowing McCoy would be hollering about his top psychologist being gone for too long. Just before you part ways, Scotty feels a gentle tug at his sleeve, a well rehearsed dance that he finds himself smiling fondly at. 

“Hmm?” Murmurs the Scotsman

“Remember, you are off at 5 today, and so I am…I am expecting my favorite engineer to be cuddled up with me tonight…” The idea makes Scotty smile fondly, 

“Aye.”

With that, the woman in blue parts with him, but not without one last peck to his cheek and and soft goodbye full of what can only be described as a deep set of adoration

Hours pass in a blur and amazingly, at 5:15 Scotty finds himself kicking his boots off in his quarters as his favorite blue shirt waltz’s in, gazing happily at her Scotsman. Uniforms now discarded into the nearest hamper, the two officers are curled up under the covers. Scotty in some sweatpants and an old t-shirt he can’t remember where he got it from, and his medical officer in his old academy shirt and probably some long forgotten pair of shorts he didn't even realize he owned. Scotty sighs contently as her head slots between his shoulder and neck, his arms snaking tightly around her middle to pull her as close as possible, and their legs tangled together, desperately searching for each other's warmth. A soft mumble comes from her mouth, 

“How was your day?” 

The scotsman sighs, and with a grumble in his accent you are so fond of, “It was alright, some new engineers, that I don’t even know how graduated from the academy, can't figure our how to properly wire the replicator and-” 

Scotty stops mid sentence as he realizes his girl is softly sleeping. Her eyelashes resting against her cheek so softly he can't help but smile. The way her lips part slightly as she breathes makes his heart skip a beat. He feels like a teenager again, despite his complaints about his back and knees, feeling like a lovesick puppy at the mere thought of you. He finds solace in you, a breath of fresh air in the stale and artificial atmosphere of the ship. His thoughts wander to why you, a breathtaking, young, smart, and enchanting girl choose him, a grumpy and old redshirt who likes to drink and fiddle with the ship. An odd pair in his opinion, but you will never hear any complaints from him. Jim says that you two are the sun and moon, rain and shine, night and day, two people destined for each other no matter what, without one, the other can’t exist. 

As you sleep soundly for once, a velvet box is tucked away into the nightstand on Scotty's side of the bed. He smiles at the thought of you walking down the aisle on your wedding day, glowing as you smile up at him. One day it will happen, he knows, he loves you too much to not see it through.

[your-divine-ribs]

SFW Alphabet: A for Affection

SFW Alphabet Masterlist Main Masterlist

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

❤️ He is so loving and showers you in affection constantly.

❤️ You love the pet names he constantly calls you… love, babe, honey, darlin'.

❤️ Cuddles all the time, even when you're trying to do things he'll distract you. When you're washing up in the kitchen you'll feel his hands curl around your hips and he'll nuzzle into your neck, scattering kisses all over.

❤️ He compliments you a lot, so much so that you worried it was insincere at first as it seemed excessive, but you've learned that's just his way and now you love it. You also think he secretly loves to make you blush.

❤️ His love language is physical touch... holding hands, sitting close together with his hand on your thigh, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and tucking you into his side when you're walking along.

❤️ He leaves you little notes around the house to discover, usually snippets of song lyrics that mean something to the two of you.

❤️ He tells you he loves you all the time.

❤️ You love taking baths together, you'll sit facing away from him, leaning back against his chest whilst you talk about your day.

❤️ He's an absolute sweetheart when you're feeling crampy and hormonal, running you a relaxing warm bath and making sure you're comfortable. "I love taking care of you babe, it’s my favourite thing.”

❤️ When he's away on tour he'll always text you little messages saying he's thinking about you and missing you with an accompanying silly selfie.

❤️ Larry constantly teases him and tells him he's going soft. He doesn’t deny it.

❤️ He's got a whole notebook of songs written about you, the scrawled lyrics interspersed with little love-heart doodles.

You're lying in bed, battling against the sleep that's tempting you into it's warm embrace. Van's due back from tour and you promised yourself that you'd be awake for when he arrived home, but you can feel your will-power and determination start to ebb away as you squint through the darkness and see the digital alarm clock count down yet another hour. You can see that dawn's just starting to stain the night sky through the gap in your curtains and the gentle pitter-patter of rain lightly hitting the window pane is soothing. Your head feels light and your body heavy... you can feel yourself starting to drift so you finally give in...

The sensation of an arm snaking around your waist as the bed dips down under someone's weight brings you around and you press yourself back into Van's warm body as he slips into bed behind you.

"Mmm... you're home?" You mumble groggily, not sure if he's really here or you're still half caught up in a dream.

"I tried really hard not to wake you... it's so late... or early... mmm you’re so warm babe…”

He buries his face into the back of your neck and that's when you feel the cold droplets of water hit your skin and trickle in a little rivulet down your back. His hair's damp and you can feel it soaking through the material of your t-shirt, but he smells so good, clean and fresh with a hint of something citrusy.

"Van," you whine, shifting uncomfortably. "Your hair's soaking."

"Sorry love," he whispers back, his lips brushing where your bare skin peeks out of the collar of your t-shirt. His fingers flex around your waist, gripping you tighter. "Took a quick shower when I got in... felt so grotty after that long flight..."

His words trail off into a yawn which he stifles by pressing his face further into the nape of your neck, the sensation making you giggle as his warm breath tickles the sensitive skin there.

"God, I missed you so much," he murmurs, his voice muffled he's burrowing into you so closely. "Feels so good to be home... you've no idea how much I've missed waking up to you every morning."

His fingers find the hem of your rucked up t-shirt, slipping underneath and caressing tender touches on the soft skin of your belly.

"Mmm, I missed you too. This place feels way too big when you're not here."

"Well I'm back now... and we're not leaving this bed for at least a week..."

"Only a week?" You giggle, turning over in his arms to lie on your side so you can fully face him.

His eyes are glazed over and heavy lidded with exhaustion but there's still that glow of adoration there that makes your heart swell. The band's gruelling schedule of international travel and back to back shows takes it toll on you both, but when he's back here with you that all melts away. He grips on to you tightly like his life depends on it, even though you're already as close as can be it's like he's frightened you'll slip away at any second.

"Maybe longer, maybe I'll just keep you hostage here until the next tour... I just want you all to myself."

"You've got me..."

You reach over to brush strands of damp hair off his face, letting your hands run through his locks, twisting it through your fingers. He lets out a contented sigh, boosting himself suddenly up on to his elbows and then leaning over you, pressing a small, sweet kiss to your forehead before he pulls away to look at you.

"I love you so much honey, you know that right?"

Then he's leaning in closer, planting tender kisses on your forehead again and each of your cheeks, the very tip of your nose which makes you giggle.

"Love you too silly, but my lips are down here in case you forgot."

He grins then and you watch those full pink lips of his curve and part to show his teeth. "How could I forget, huh? Been dreaming about those lips every night for the last four weeks."

He hovers over you, propped up with a hand either side of your head, long moments seeming to pass where you just look at each other, soaking up the closeness and the intimacy. His eyes are a stunning greeny-blue, like the warm waters of a tropical lagoon, swirling with emotion as he looks down on you.

"Show me what you've been dreaming of then," you urge him, and he finally leans down to kiss your lips, the fingers from one hand trailing tenderly down the line of your jaw. After a few moments of soft, lingering pecks he pulls back to press his forehead to yours.

"Is that all I get?" You pout up at him, smirking softly as he catches his plump bottom lip in his teeth, eyes sparkling with desire despite his tiredness.

You reach up and bury fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, your noses brushing as he moves closer still, your lips now millimetres away. His warm breath fans over your face as he lets his body sink down fully on to yours.

"Of course not... but what's the rush? We've got all the time in the world now I'm home..."

[skepticalkoi-catastrophe]

ᥴᥣoυdყ wιth ᥲ ᥴhᥲᥒᥴᥱ ᥱᥒᥴoυᥒtᥱr

Pairing: Ian Castillo x reader (Ian belongs to vivinofun on insta)

Genre: Fluff, First Meeting, College AU

Warnings: None

Word count: 390

☄. *. ⋆ 「7:14pm」 - Wet arrows pelted at your skin from above. If not, for the fact that you were running late and forgot to check the weather, you wouldn't be hastily trudging for cover. Your last lecture of the evening ran longer than anticipate. You initially planned on stopping at the library however the gentle plucking turned effervescent pitter-patter within seconds.

It was just your luck that you'd forgotten your umbrella in your dorm room. By no means were you dressed for such a downpour either. Clamminess along your arms proved vexing even as you scrapped your original destination. Your pace quickened in tandem with rain drumming the ill-lit sidewalk and foliage.

Your long-sleeved shirt clung to you as feeble attempts were made to wipe the rain from dripping in your eyes and mouth. Standing impatiently at the crosswalk, your thoughts of a warm shower and your cozy blankets kept you to a small extent inattentive of your moistened footwear.

You shuddered, a sixth sense coursed through your nerves. A feeling of deja vu.

You cocked your head upward to see the underside of someone's black umbrella. Muffled tapping met the fabric above accompanied by a deep voice.

"Here." His British accent slipping.

Metal snake bite piercings reflect the gleam from the street lamps. A septum ring hung from his nose as his under eye bags suggested sleepless nights.

Your eyes narrowed. "Wait, I recognize you. We share an art class together. You're..."

"Ian. I sit two seats ahead of you." He nods. Underneath his hooded flannel, his black framed glasses and fair complexion had a subtle rosey hue. His black hair spills onto his forhead, overshadowing his brows.

"I, uh, appreciate your help, so, thanks anyways." The corners of your mouth quirked up at him. "I'll pay you back for this. Coffee tomorrow morning, maybe?"

White neon light illuminated the pedestrian signal. Ian handed off his umbrella to you as you tilted it up to see him better. He gave a half-smile looking down at you before planting his foot on his skateboard, ready to push off.

"Sounds fun. Just don't forget my umbrella."

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Dividers originally made/owned by @cafekitsune

[lost-in-sokovia]

christmas with Annie. im sobbing at the IDEA of it

taylor christmas

warnings: fluff with no plot :)

joby held you close in his arms, his nose nuzzled against your temple. it was cold outside but warm under the covers and in the arms of your love. the white light of the sun through the clouds reflecting on the snow peeled through the blackout curtains and barely lit your room.

it was quiet. it was perfect.

your three year old had woken slowly in her bedroom down the hall. tiny, chubby fists rubbed at her groggy eyes as she took a deep breath. the same bright light from outside lit up her small room as she let out a few coughs. that’s when her mind kicked into gear and she remembered what day it was. she quickly climbed out of her big-girl bed and pattered down the hall to your room, her feet chilly on the wooden floor. she quietly opened the door to your dark bedroom and climbed onto your bed, trying to fit herself between you and joby.

“mommy, mommy…” your daughter whispered. you hummed and joby scrunched his nose for a moment at the disruption.

“hi, pretty girl,” you mumbled groggily as you wrapped annie in your arms. joby cuddled around the other side of her do she was sandwiched between the two of you.

“mommy.”

“hm?”

“santa came to our house,” annie whispered, trying to keep her calm. you kissed her dark bedhead and smiled.

“did he?” you happily asked back. the three year old nodded vigorously and joby chuckled gravelly from behind his daughter.

“did he bring you coal, annie hendrix?” he asked jokingly. annie whipped around and flung herself onto your boyfriend who groaned exaggeratedly at the impact of her little body.

“no, but i bet you got coal, daddy,” annie replied smugly. joby opened his green eyes and tickled her, you laughing as she kicked and squealed. “mommy, can we go open the presents?” she asked as joby nuzzled back against her tiredly. you nodded, sheets rustling as your daughter excitedly tried to break from her father’s grip.

“slow down, hendrix,” joby yawned. annie’s little feet hit the floor and she jumped about at the foot of the bed, her three year old hyperactive energy kicking in.

“come on, come on, come on!”

you stretched your limbs before sitting up, joby slipping on a black robe before wrapping his arms around you. annie rushed out of your room as you melted into joby’s touch. you were both tired, annie had stayed up past her bedtime the previous night therefore you and your boyfriend had to wait until later into the night to play santa claus before you two pursued your own activities.

“i love you,” you hummed. joby squeezed you to him and kissed your hair from behind.

“i love you too, but i do not love staying up late to play santa,” your boyfriend whined. you chuckled and took his hand, leading him out the door.

just as you and joby had left it, presents were scattered in organized chaos beneath the brightly lit christmas tree. annie squealed and you and joby couldn’t help but smile at your daughter’s pure joy. you felt joby tap your shoulder once you two had positioned yourselves on the couch and looked to find him dangling a branch of mistletoe above your heads.

“well, would you look at that,” joby commented. you scoffed and smiled.

“woah, that came out of nowhere!” you joked.

“crazy, right?”

“well i guess there’s only one thing to do,” you sighed theatrically. you leaned over and pressed a kiss to joby’s lips, him placing a hand on your cheek as he kissed you back.

“hey!” annie yelled. you and joby broke apart to see your daughter holding a gift box. “can i go now?” she asked eagerly.

“go for it, peanut,” joby nodded with a small smile. the two of you watched as annie ripped into the wrapping paper and pulled out a pink snake trouble t-shirt. she squealed loudly and launched herself into you and joby’s arms.

“THAT’S DADDY’S BAND!!” your daughter exclaimed.

“do you like it?” joby asked excitedly. annie nodded.

“does santa listen to your band?” annie’s green eyes met her father’s.

“hell yeah he does! daddy has the coolest band ever,” joby replied smugly. you nodded in agreement, smoothing your daughter’s messy hair.

“go find one for daddy,” you told her gently. annie hopped off and quickly searched the pile for green santa wrapping paper, the paper all of joby’s gifts were wrapped in.

“is it bad we’re making our three year old pass out gifts?” you mumbled with a small laugh as your tiny daughter continued to search.

“nah, look how excited she is.” joby smiled. you hummed. “plus, it’s our turn to relax.” he squeezed you to him with a sigh.

“i love you, joby taylor.”

“i love you too, princess.”

annie plopped a box on joby’s lap with a giant grin on her face.

[abdanisnotonfire]

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next morning Brooklyn's head pounded. She hadn't talked to the guys yet. Memories of her snaking her way through the front door and into the dimly lit house last night popped into the brunette's head before she quickly shook it fully-awake. 

Her treck back into her bedroom last night was easy. A piece of her was thankful she didn't have both Dan and Phil sat there waiting for her, or her Brand New Grandmother coming out to search for her.

Another piece of her somewhat wishes they did because then she wouldn't HAVE to talk to them about last night.

Brooklyn pulled her duvet off of her legs and moseyed out of bed. She rummaged around through her nightstand and dresser for a bottle of paracetamol before finally giving up. "Damn it.." she muttered to herself. She quietly cranked the door handle and edged the door open, gingerly making her way down the stairs. The flat was still dark and the floor was cold against Brook's feet as she tip-toed down the steps and into the kitchen. Swiping the bottle off the counter, Brook quietly pattered her way back up the stairs and into her room.

She wasn't interested in risking being seen, the thought of having a conversation about ANYTHING right now made her cringe. 

She flung herself back onto the bed. She reached back over to the nightstand and grabbed a water bottle she always had sitting there, and then popped the medicine into her mouth.

The light shone through her window in such a manner that it continuously blinded her, and it only reminded her that she needed to get new curtains eventually.

The brunette girl let out a frivolous yawn before making her way to the bathroom and assimilating herself with the makeup she had. Quickly putting on a simple eyeliner look with a lip gloss and fumbling through her drawer for her perfume, Brooklyn was practically working on muscle memory to get through this process. When she had finished, she went and sat on her bed. She looked at her phone before grabbing it and unlocking it, looking at some of the poetry she had written. She got back up and rummaged around her new room, through dresser drawers and nightstands, before finally finding a small pocket notebook and a pen.

She started to rip pieces of her poetry apart and slowly turned it into a song. She imagined it being played on a guitar, and could practically hear the music in her head. She slightly hummed a tune to herself before flipping the page, and restarting.

Brooklyn was startled by a small knock placed on her door causing her to cringe. "Yeah?"

"Good morning, I didn't hear you come in last night"

It was Dan. He sported black sweatpants and a grey T-shirt. He had clearly just woken up and hadn't gotten any coffee.

"Sorry."

Dan tilted his head against the door frame and looked at the small girl sitting on the bed. "You know, we were just worried about your safety"

"I know."

The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"I had my own rebellious phase when I was a teenager, but I don't think it really compares..." he began talking, before cutting himself off. "Anyway. I'm going to make some breakfast. Do you want any?"

"No thank you"

And with that, Dan shut the door and walked away. A sense of relief washed over Brooklyn and she took a deep breath before exhaling. THAT definitely wasn't the conversation she was expecting to have, but she wasn't going to argue. A thought crossed her mind. She looked down at her notebook before shutting it and heading her way back down the stairs after Dan.

When she caught back up with him, he was stood over the pantries looking for the quick mix of pancakes.

"What do you mean a rebellious phase?" Brook asked, crossing her arms. Dan nearly jumped halfway across the kitchen before turning around with an awkward laughter

"You're very quiet, you know that?"

"Yes. What do you mean by a rebellious phase?"

Dan rummaged through the cupboards, moving things to look behind them before finally spotting the bright yellow box. "Well, I used to sneak off with friends too."

Brooklyn frowned before sitting down. "You don't know I was off with friends" she sassily responded.

"You better have been out with friends" Dan responded.

"Okay well I WAS with my friends but you couldn't have known that, it's not like you're psychic or something" Brooklyn retorted

Dan let out a snort before pouring the mix into a big clear mixing bowl and adding water.

"Yeah, I guess you're right about that." Dan had a smirk on his face.

The two sat in comfortable silence for a while, before Phil joined them. He looked tired and the two of them both had bed heads. They all bantered until breakfast was finished and Dan served the three of them.

Brooklyn had never had a family meal before. She'd never stopped and sat at the table, and she took a second to truly enjoy the moment before going back to her pancakes. 

It was nice to have a moment of silence without some thread looming over her.

"So. School is starting soon!" Phil finally spoke, slapping his hands against his legs. "Uhhgg!! I was just thinking about how nice the moment was! Why did you have to bring up school??" Brook groaned out, throwing her head back. 

"Well, you have to get ready!" Dan let out a laugh, cocking his head in response to the girls behavior.

"You might like it, you know?"

Brook shot him a glare before sighing. "Yeah, I mean, maybe, I guess. I don't like school" "I don't think anyone likes school. Have you seen any of the extracurriculars? You may find something you like there." "Yeah, but it's mainly just things like sports and choir. I want to do something fun!" Brook ended her sentence with a bit more enthusiasm than she was intending, and she felt her cheeks flush. She quickly began to shovel her pancakes into her mouth.

"You'll have fun. The start of the year can be a bit dull, but everyone has that one exciting experience in secondary school. You'll make friends, and I'm sure you'll learn all sorts of new things" Phil said while standing and taking his plate towards the sink. "Exactly. And the uniforms not too bad, when I was in school they had us in the most hideous uniforms!" Dan added, waving his hands around. Phil turned to watch Dan in amusement, letting out a laugh.  "Your uniform wasn't that bad!" he added, smirking while doing so.

 "Yes it was! You've seen the pictures!"

Phil shook his head and rolled his eyes, turning back to the dishes.  "You know, I am kinda excited to see Sam at school.." Brooklyn finally added, taking a sip of her drink.

"Oh? Who's Sam?" Brooklyn raised her eyes to meet Dan's before quickly diverting them. "She used to be from Brightside."

"Oh!" Phil exclaimed before shutting the water off and turning to face the two. "Is Amber going to be going to your school or did she get sent to a different schooling district?" Brooklyn bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at her plate. "I don't know. Can I go to my room? I'm not really that hungry anymore." "Yeah, of course!" Dan quickly chimed before sliding her plate to the other side of the island.  Brooklyn quickly got up from her chair and made her way back up to her room. "Of course breakfast was a bust. Why wouldn't it be?" she angrily muttered to herself before throwing herself back onto her bed.  She pulled out her phone and opened up the group chat that they had made last night with Sam, Brair, and Jennie.

╭─────────╮       Jen: yo, u up?

   Br: good morning

╰─────────╯

Brooklyn let out a sigh before typing her response to the chat.

"I guess" she didn't have to wait long before she got a response. "wdym u guess?"                                            

"I mean I'd rather not be awake" Brook walked over to her dresser and set her phone down, quickly getting changed into the uniform. She looked at herself in the mirror above her dresser before grimacing. She picked her phone back up and quickly snapped a photo before sending it to the group chat. "Lets get this show on the road..." She mumbled to herself before shoving her phone in her pocket.

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[toonatic92]

[Image description: A watercolour picture of my Homestuck fan-troll Deo in her room. She is kneeling on her bed and using a screwdriver to fix a scanning device on her lap. She has long black hair in a loose ponytail and is wearing a T-shirt with an alien on it and flower-patterned leggings. Her bedsheet is pattered with stars and constellations and her pillow has rockets, UFOs, planets and galaxies on it. There are books about conspiracies and cyptids on the floor, as well as several snake and lizard plush toys, a toy alien, a Bill Cipher doll, a sickle and a multi-lens magnifying glass. There are glass tanks containing pet snakes on a table, an old computer with computer chair, a wheelchair and a potted plant lined up against the wall. The walls are covered in posters of troll versions of British sitcoms, an 'I Want to Believe' poster with a UFO on it, a 'Mothman Sighting Zone' poster, a Gravity Falls poster and a poster with a crescent moon and eye symbol that says 'Don't Trust Anyone'. There are small pyramid-shaped terrariums containing plants hanging from the ceiling and police caution tape with alien symbols on it strewn around the room.]

I did a watercolour picture of my Homestuck fan character Deo and her respiteblock. She lives on a livestock farm in the idyllic countryside and cultivates many interests in between running the farm.

Her main interest is investigating conspiracy theories, cryptids, aliens and urban legends with various homemade devices, like the one she's spent all night working on here. She has books about the Lunacracy and other pseudoscientific subjects, as well as posters and her old computer, which she only uses to monitor conspiracy forums because she's not good with computers. She's into aliens the most because she often feels alien compared to her friends, and also because she's been a keen astronomer since she was a kid.

Her bed is space themed and is more for sitting or laying on when she's working because she sleeps in a recuperacoon like most trolls. Working here is better for her than working at a desk, since she has multiple sclerosis and can't sit up or balance when she has flare-ups. The wheelchair in the corner is also for when she can't walk because of a flare-up. It was decorated by one of her friends with spray paint and plastic wheat and poppies.

Her other big interest is herpetology, studying and caring for reptiles and amphibians. She has a lot of pet snakes, lizards and frogs in glass tanks and has many stim toys based on them, which were made by Vistie, who is a seamstress. Deo also has succulents and other houseplants, some in glass terrariums hanging from the ceiling and some dotted around the house.

Because she's a farmer, she likes a lot of rural sitcoms and has posters of them on her wall. I basically picked every rural British sitcom I could think of and made troll versions. From left to right: The Vicar of Dibley - The Subjugglator of Dibley, Last of the Summer Wine - Last of the Solar Sweeps Wine, and All Creatures Great and Small - All Lusii Great and Terrifying. She also likes the troll version of Gravity Falls, because it's a very cryptid and conspiracy themed show. Also on her wall and scattered around her bedroom is the troll version of police caution tape (drone tape?), which she collects from crime scenes as a 'fuck you' to authority and cover-ups. It was meant to say 'CAUTION, DRONE. DO NOT CROSS' but I might have fucked up on drawing some of the letters.

As a side note, my troll OCs are based on Greek gods. Deo is based on Demeter, the goddess of agriculture, which is why Deo is a farmer. Her interest in conspiracy theories is sort of a loose interpretation of Demeter being associated with the Eleusinian Mysteries, an ancient cult with secret rites, based around the myth of Persephone's abduction by Hades and Demeter's search for her daughter. Her interest in snakes and reptiles is based on Demeter's chariot being drawn by winged serpents and her turning a rude boy into a gecko once. These themes will end up being present throughout her session.

Medium: Watercolour pens on paper.

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𝙽𝚘 𝙴𝚡𝚒𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Sam, Dean and Y/N are getting out of the Impala, parked in front of the Roadhouse.

"Los Angeles, California"

"What's in L.A?" Theo asks.

"Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult"

"Yeah? Girl got a name?"

"Katie Holmes" Y/N snorts and Sam laughs.

"That's funny. And for you, so bitchy" From inside the roadhouse comes the sound of breaking glass and shouting voices. Dean turns.

"Of course, on the other hand-catfight"

"Don't forget the popcorn" Theo mutters as the three-go in. On the upper levels of the Roadhouse, Ellen and Jo are shouting. Sam, Dean and Y/N enter cautiously.

I am your mother; I don't have to be reasonable!"

"You can't keep me here!"

"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie"

"What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?"

"You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't you. Go back to school" Ellen says.

"I don't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection"

"Yeah, and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!" Ellen turns and sees the Winchesters "Guys, bad time"

"Yes, ma'am" Sam says, Y/N nods fast.

"Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway" Dean says. The three are about to walk out but is stopped by Jo.

"Wait. I wanna know what they think about this" A woman, a man, and two kids under three, all wearing bright yellow t-shirts that reads 'Nebraska is for Lovers' enter.

"I don't care what they think!"

"Are you guys open?" The dad asks.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"We'll just...check out the Arby's down the road" Y/N gives them an apologetic look. They leave. The phone rings. Jo glares at it, then at Ellen, who stalks over to answer it.

"Harvelle's. Yeah, Preacher"

"Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment" Jo shoves a file folder at Dean "Take it, it won't bite"

"No, but you mom might" She pinches her lips, still holding out the folder. He takes it reluctantly.

"And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years six woman have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the patters. So, we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or-"

"Who put this together? Ash?" Y/N asks.

"I did it myself" Dean seems impressed.

"Hmm"

"I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less"

"Good. You like the case so much, you take it"

"Mom!"

"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't"

==

The Impala roars into town. They park in front of an apartment building. The doorknob turns and opens, revealing Sam, followed by Dean and Y/N. They enter.

"I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case" Sam says.

"Yeah, maybe she put together a good file. But could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Y/N says.

"Erm, well, I-"

"Dean, if I was you, I would not say anything else" Sam says. The three pull out EMF readers

"You getting anything?" Dean asks.

"Nope"

"No, not yet" As Y/N runs her reader over the light switch, it purrs. She leans over.

"What's that?" Y/N asks.

"What?" Sam touches the goo.

"Holy crap"

"Gross" Y/N says, touching the goo. Dean also touches the goo.

"That's ectoplasm. Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man"

"Did you watch Ghost Busters on the way over here or something?" They say sarcastically. Sam rolls his eyes.

"Guys, I've only seen this stuff, like twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit"

"All right, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls" Y/N pats Dean on the back.

"Thankfully not brunettes" she says, walking away. Sam snorts and follows, Dean follows shortly. Unknowingly to Dean she had wiped the goo on his back. They exit the apartment and walk down the hallway; hearing voices, they hide around a corner. Dean frowns as he realizes a woman's voice. The three looks at each other, knowingly. Jo comes around the corner talking the landlord.

"It's so convenient" she says.

"Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished too"

"It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place" Dean, Sam and Y/N step out.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"There you are, honey" Jo says, grabbing Dean around the waist "This is my boyfriend Dean and his buddy Sam and my big sister Y/N"

"Good to meetcha. Quite a gal you've got here" The landlord shakes Dean's hand.

"Oh yeah, she's a pistol" Dean says, smacking Jo's ass.

"Watch where you put your hand, Dean" Y/N says.

"Protective sister I see" Y/N nods, with a smile.

"So, did you check out that apartment? The one for rent" Jo asks.

"Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Heh. Great flow"

"How'd you get in?" The landlord asks.

"It was open"

"Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?"

"Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stick me for the rent"

"Well. Her loss, our gain! 'Cause if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me"

"Oh, sweetie" Dean says, smacking her ass again. Y/N then smacks his arm, without looking at him. Jo then pulls out a wad of cash.

"We'll take it" she says. Y/N and Sam look at each other and shakes their heads.

==

The four are in the apartment and Sam and Y/N are sat on chairs, Dean sits on the table and Jo is standing. The four are checking their guns.

"I'll flip you for the sofa" Jo says.

"Does your mother even know you're here?"

"Told her I was going to Vegas"

"You think she's gonna buy that?"

"I'm not an idiot. I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos"

"You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either" Dean says.

"Well, I am. So, untwist your boxers and deal with it"

"Where'd you get all that money from, anyways?" Y/N asks.

"Working, at the Roadhouse"

"Hunters don't tip that well"

"Well, they aren't that good at poker, either" Y/N's cell phone rings. She answers. She rings it.

"Yeah"

"Is she with you?"

"Oh, hi Ellen" Y/N says, standing up. Jo comes over. Her brothers look at them.

"She left a note she's in Vegas. I don't believe it for a second"

"I'm telling her" Y/N says, holding the phone back, to Jo. They have a furious muttered argument.

"Y/N?"

"I haven't seen her" she says.

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure"

"Well, please. If she shows up, you'll drag her butt right back here, won't you?"

"Absolutely" Y/N says.

"Okay. Thanks, honey" Y/N hangs up the phone; Jo grins cheerfully and hugs Y/N "Yeah, yeah, your welcome, sis" Y/N jokes.

==

Dean is pacing, Jo sitting at the table with blueprints spread out. She's flipping a small knife around. Sam is sitting next to Jo and Y/N opposite her.

"This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago"

"Yeah? What was here before 1924" Dean asks.

"Nothing. Empty field"

"So, more likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell"

"I already checked. In the past eighty-two years, zero violent years. Unless you count a janitor, who slipped on a wet floor" Jo looks to Dean "Would you sit down, please?" Dean sits down.

"So, have you checked police records, county death records..."

"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing"

"I think the jury's still out on that one. Could you put the knife down?" Jo puts it down.

"Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brough a spirit with it" Y/N says.

"Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right>"

"Right. So, you and me, we'll take the top two floors" Dean says to Jo, standing up.

"We'd move faster if we split up" Jo says standing up.

"Oh, this isn't negotiable. I told your mom I'll bring you back if I found you, and I sure as hell plan to do exactly that after this, safe and sound. Sammy, you're with me" Y/N says, standing up, followed by Sam.

==

Y/N and Sam are walking down the hallway with EMF readers.

"Well, that was awkward" Y/N says.

"Yeah. What you did for Jo back there" The two stop and they face each other "You lied to Ellen"

"So?"

"Why?"

"Because-" She looks down "Because Jo is like me, she wants to be free and do what she pleases. And not have someone telling you what you can and can't do" Sam looks down, knowing that she meant John "But I told Ellen that if I find her I would drag her ass back, and that's what I'm going to do, unharmed" The two continue to walk in silence.

"How do you think the two up there are doing?" Sam asks.

"Probably about to kill each other"

"Yeah, maybe. Let's hope not though, 'cause Dean is the key to the baby" Y/N snorts and smacks Sam's arm. Sam laughs. The two are silent again.

"Hey, remember that time when Dean and Dad left to go on a hunt and left you with me"

"That's happened many times, Sammy. Be more specific"

"Oh, I can, in two words" The two stop and they look at each other once again "Operation Vanilla" Y/N's eyes widen and she starts laughing.

"Of course, I remember that, Sammy. You were what, 6? 7? Yeah, Dad and Dean left to hunt down a vengeful spirit. So, it was up to me to look after you and be the stay-at-home mom" Y/N looks down, smiling softly "You were upset because Dad and Dean weren't home yet and you were scared something happened to them. So, you woke me up at...what was it, 1 in the morning? telling me you had a nightmare that something happened to Dean and Dad"

"You turned on the lights then came over to me and kneeled down, holding my hands in yours and you told me..."

"I told you 'Everything's gonna be alright, Sammy. Nothing bad's gonna happen as long as I'm breathing'" Y/N's voice was overlapped with a younger her's voice "I then got on my coat and put yours on and I took your hand and told you 'Let's go and get Ice-cream' So I took you to an open 24/7 diner and we both got vanilla" Y/N smiles at the memory, like it was only yesterday " So we sat and talked and we stayed there until it turned 4 and I saw you start getting tired. So, I paid for the Ice-cream, I put you on my back and I carried you back to the motel room. You whispered to me 'Whenever one of us is upset, we use Operation Vanilla' and we'll do this all over again. When we got there, Dean and Dad still weren't home, but you weren't worried"

"Because I knew that my big sister was there" Sam says. The two hug "I love you, Sis"

"And I love you, Sammy" They pull away "We should start heading back before Dean wonders where we went off to"

"Yeah" Minutes later, the two arrive back at the apartment to see Dean and Jo looking at something.

"Whatcha got?" Y/N asks. The two turn to show Sam and Y/N what they found, in Dean's hand there are a few strands of blond hair, with flesh attached to it "Okay, gross" After a little while, they decided to go to bed and continue in the morning. Jo and Y/N took the bed while Sam and Dean took the couches.

"Did you find anything useful on your first hunt?" Jo asks.

"Erm, nah. I was quite clumsy back then, granted I was 9"

"What happened?" Jo asks.

"Well, to prove I could be fit to hunt, my old man took me out on a hunt. Just me and him, it was a simple salt and burn...or so we thought. Poltergeist was a young girl who was attacking other girls, we believed she killed herself and she wanted others to feel her pain, I guess. We were so close to stop her but she got a hold of my knife and she-" Y/N stops.

"She what?"

"I, I don't know. I just remembered waking up from my bed and my dad telling me that I was knocked out. But I could have sworn I felt it stab me, I remember the pain, the blood, but I woke up and it was all gone. I was confused and to this day, I am still confused. And I'll never forget the warmth feeling that I had felt that day"

"Well, let's be grateful that you didn't die because where would Dean and Sam be now" Jo says.

"I don't want to imagine what their life would be like without me...Anyway, goodnight, Jo" Y/N says, turning on her side.

"Night Y/N"

[siempre-bucky]

Rainy Day with Eddie

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You thought you'd seen every side of your boyfriend. Then you saw how he spent his time on a rainy day.

warnings: Eddie's hair in a bun, sickening sweet fluff, fem!reader, poorly edited

wc: 1.9k

a/n: thank you for requesting @tvserie-s-world I hope you like it!!

One of Eddie Munson’s distinctive traits, believe it or not, was that when he woke up his energy was in full swing. His dial was up to ten and he was ready to start his day, whatever that may entail. The blanket felt comfortable on top of him as he awoke, your body heat radiating next to him. He was ready to wake you by pulling you to his side and peppering you with enthusiastic kisses. Then he heard it. 

The soft pitter patter of rain fell on the roof of the trailer. It was pouring, he noted as he turned onto his stomach and placed his arms underneath his pillow. He smiled softly at the cold sensation and the sound of the comforting rainstorm. Perhaps he could relish in it for a while, Eddie nuzzled his face into his pillow and let the melodic rain soothe him to sleep once more. 

You’d grown accustomed to waking up next to Eddie and the ruckus he’d make. You’d finally stirred awake, the bed feeling awfully lighter. Rolling over, his side was bare with his blanket almost completely on the floor and pillow creaseless. No good morning cuddles? Kisses? You couldn’t even hear the loud music he insisted on playing. 

Sitting up, the blanket pooled around your waist. “It’s raining,” you whispered, dragging your palm down your sleepy face. Then you sniffed and sniffed again. Bacon…and nothing was burning? Wayne must have been home. Gathering your clothes, you quickly got dressed and made your way out of Eddie’s room. 

The smell of rain and bacon wasn’t a combination you’d ever think you’d have to smell before, but the sight in front of you told your nose differently. Eddie stood in front of the stove, his messy brown hair tied up in a bun, the sight of his bangs and loose strands framing his beautiful face made your heartbeat a little faster. The windows and curtains were open, the cold air made his hair blow ever so slightly. His music played quietly on the small stereo on the countertop. “Eddie?” 

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he greeted warmly. You eyed him up and down, his cut-off black jeans and loose Dio t-shirt were definitely a sight to see.

You furrowed your eyebrows and crossed your arms. “Are you…cooking?” You asked amused as you walked over, nudging him with your elbow. 

“Bacon and eggs are the only things I can make without burning the trailer down—and that doesn’t come from a can,” he chuckled as he reached above you and pulled down two plates, sitting them on the counter in front of you. In all the years you’d known Eddie Munson, you never thought he had the basic culinary capability. You giggled at your thoughts and placed a loving kiss on his bicep, snaking your arms around the limb and holding his free hand. 

“This is so unlike you, Eddie Munson,” you hummed. 

He took a deep breath and looked out at the rain falling, “Well, princess. You caught me on an off day.” 

“Did I now?” 

“You have the honor of witnessing what no mortal has before,” he began dramatically, turning off the stove. He turned to you and placed his hands on your hips, drawing you closer. “I will let you in on a little secret,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Which is?” you prompted. 

“I love the rain, and when it rains—” he paused to twirl you, your chest colliding with his, “I make a day out of it. Starting with actually making breakfast.” 

And when you thought you couldn’t be surprised by the metalhead, he’s a softie when it comes to rainy days. You giggled and placed the back of your head on his shoulder, “I love you,” was all you could say. 

“I love you more, sweetheart. Breakfast is ready.” With a kiss on your cheek and a gentle pat on your ass he shooed you away to finish. 

All you could do was stare at the man sitting opposite of you. His attention was taken up by the rain, calmly watching the wet leaves on the trees bounce from the drops hitting them. He looked so peaceful like he didn't have a care in the world. "I can feel you staring," he muttered in between bites. 

A pang hit your chest from being caught. You dipped your head and continued to push around the slightly overcooked yellow egg on your plate. "Can you blame me?" You asked shyly. 

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to you. "Do you like it?" He pointed his fork at your plate. He smiled when he earned a joyous nod from you. 

"I could get used to you making breakfast every morning," you giggled. 

Eddie leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his bangs. "Don't get used to it, sweetheart. It doesn't rain that often." 

—

"What's next on the agenda?" You asked eagerly as Eddie placed the empty plates into the sink with a loud clunk. 

"First," he began, lazily making his way to the door. Pushing the door open he was greeted with the damp breeze, the smell of the rain on the pavement made him hum in delight. "Make sure it's still raining." Eddie held out his hand for you, which you gladly took and put your head on his chest. 

The clouds were only growing darker, with no inkling of blue sky anywhere. "It might rain all day," you observed, looking down at the rippling puddles. 

A smile broke out on the metalhead's face, "That's what I'm hoping for." He then strolled into the bedroom, objects banging together and a small string of curses fell from his lips. 

He reemerged with his guitar in hand, your backpack hanging off his arm, keyboard tucked in his arm and a pencil nuzzled in his bun. "Nightmare on Elm Street, please, my beloved," he told you as he unloaded his belongings onto the couch and coffee table. 

You nodded in silent agreement and grabbed the VHS from the messy bookcase. "Movies and music?" You questioned as you popped the black rectangle into the player. 

"No better time, baby," he grinned as he plopped down on the couch, spreading out empty sheet music in front of him. 

The silence was always comfortable with him, you could be on the phone not saying a word and it would still be the most enthralling thing. You sat on one side of the couch with knees tucked to your chest, homework resting on the top of your knees. 

Eddie hummed beside you, strumming his guitar and lurching forward to play the same melody on the keyboard before writing down the notes. "What a way to go," he whispered to himself as his brown eyes flickered up to the television. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" You asked him, not looking up from your homework. 

"I feel—relaxed," he answered, his voice trailing off. "We could do something if you're bored." 

You instantly shook your head and poked his exposed thigh, your eraser jabbing him in the small stick and poke tattoo. "I'm having a good time, I really like seeing this side of you." 

Turning in your seat, you slap down your papers onto the table and lean over to put your head on his lap. Eddie lovingly petted your head and put his beloved guitar down. "What's after this?" You asked, reaching up and pushing a stray curl behind his ear. 

An immediate blush spread across his cheeks, the new feeling of embarrassment making his fingers flutter along your arm. “Promise not to make fun of me?” 

You looked at him and raised your eyebrows, your finger pointing towards your chest, “Me? Eddie, I’m offended.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes at your sly smirk and playfully kicked you off his lap. He smiled at your playful giggles and sauntered over to the bookshelf, skimming the few options before pulling out his well-loved copy of The Hobbit. “I, uh—like to read outside.” 

Books and Eddie Munson were two things that never belonged in the same category. He always skipped the readings, even when you ‘forced’ him to do it when you studied together. Your jaw slowly dropped as you grinned, a squeal threatening to escape your throat. “Baby,” you cooed, quickly getting out of your seat. You grabbed the red plaid blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, the end flowing around you like a cape. 

“You gonna laugh, sweetheart?” he asked, voice low and husky. 

Your nose scrunched, “No,” you chucked, taking his hand and guiding him to the front door. “Come on.” 

The rain picked up as the two of you walked outside, heavy drops hitting the tin awning that provided you cover. The wind created a soft miss, hitting your skin every once in a while. Eddie was the first to sit down on the torn brown couch that sat on the porch, his limbs splayed out comfortably. His book balanced on his thigh as he stretched out his hands, making grabby hands in your direction. 

Taking your place in between his legs, you draped the blanket over the two of you and rested comfortably on his chest. One of his hands played with your hair while the other that was resting on the arm, held his book open. “Will you read it to me?” you sighed, pulling the blanket over your shoulder. 

“Only if I get to do the voices,” he quipped, looking down at the top of your head before placing a kiss on the crown. 

“I expect nothing less,” you chuckled, looking out at the rain-covered trailer park. 

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…” 

You always had a thing for Eddie’s voice. It brought a smile to your face every time he spoke, hearing the joy in his tone when he talked to his friends and even the anger that caused the low grumble when he spoke to and about the jocks of Hawkins High. You loved the voice he reserved just for you, it was lighter and full of love. His voice now was a beautiful mixture of the voice he saved for you and the over the top storytelling he used during hellfire, and to pair it with the sound of rain? It was prettier than any melody. You found yourself falling more in love with him as he read his favorite book to you. 

His hand fell from your hair and slid down your chest underneath the blanket before resting in the valley of your breasts. His pointer finger tapped along to the beat of your heart while he read, unphased. The tapping, the cool weather, and his smooth melodic voice mixed together to create the perfect sleep inducer; your eyes became heavy and they finally closed as Eddie’s voice faded. 

— 

You gasped, looking up at the dark sky. You sat side by side on the couch with the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “Count,” he prompted, pointing at the lightning strike while not trying to spill the scalding hot chocolate laced with vodka you made. 

“One…two…three...fo-” booming thunder cut you off, shaking the trailer violently. 

“Holy shit!” he laughed, bouncing in his seat. 

You laughed along with him and playfully slapped his shoulder. “You know,” you started as the laughter died down. “I can see why you love the rain, Eds.” You placed your head on his shoulder and watched another strike of lighting illuminate the cloudy sky. 

There was a pause, the mug pressed up to his plush lips as he thought about what to say. “You didn’t get bored?” 

“Not once.” 

Eddie put the mug back in his lap and let his thumb trace the brim. “Thank you,” he said timidly, his lips pouting, “for spending it with me. You don’t think I’m totally lame?” 

You snorted and shook your head, “Nah, it’s pretty metal actually.” 

“Fuck yeah it is,” he chuckled in agreement. “Love you, sweetheart.” 

You pivoted and kissed his clothed shoulder, “Love you too, Eds.”

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Shower

Pairing: Soft Dom-ish! Felix x afab! reader

Genre: Soft smut

Content Warnings: Shower Sex; fellatio; unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.8k words

Mellow speaks: Hey lovelies! Today, I bring you an adorable soft dom Felix because we all need him, don't we? This request has been sitting in my inbox for a while but I hope you guys will like this!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi

You had it coming for a while, you knew in the back of your mind. And it's not like you weren't looking forward to it, but just that the urges that were slowly growing stronger inside of you took a backseat as real world deadlines threatened to overcome you. Felix had been staying home a lot more than usual since coming back from the tour, the tiredness from all the performances, coupled with the need to be with you and make up for the lost time causing him to not want to leave the house. 

Coming back from work every evening, you were greeted with the sight of him whipping up something simple but delicious for you to feast on, his eyes getting all crinkled up as a smile covered his face whenever he heard you yell, "I'm home!," his arms snaking around your waist. He was playing the part of a doting boyfriend to the T, and you really couldn't have been more thankful for all he was doing for you, even though you couldn't always say it out loud. 

But behind his loving exterior was something he wasn't really telling you, for fear of coming across as selfish when he could clearly see the amount of stress you were already in. You weren't blind though, and just like him, you too could see that he was in need of some affection and some attention, was in need of someone telling him he did well on tour and was still doing well at home, and you also knew you were that someone. 

You could feel it in his touch, lingering just a second longer than necessary, his fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt to rest against your skin. You could feel it in his kiss, turning hot and fervent despite starting out as soft and gentle. You knew he needed it, and you knew you he wasn't going to be explicit enough and say it out loud. No, he wasn't going to pressure you into doing something you didn't have the energy to do. 

Yet upon hearing the slow pitter-patter of water as you came back home today, you had found your feet leading you towards the bathroom, your heart picking up pace at the thought of Felix taking a shower. And taking a shower he was, the door unlocked as always, a steamy silhouette to be seen through the glass. You can't tell what came over you in that moment, but before you could stop yourself, your hands were moving on their own, getting rid of your clothing piece by piece, till you were naked to the bone. 

That's how you are now, your hand resting against the glass as you peek inside, taking in the sight in front of you. He looks gorgeous, the water trickling down his body and hugging him at all the right places, his shoulders and hipbones making you want to lick the wetness away. It's enough to make your press your legs closer together, a need growing inside of you as you take your time admiring the beauty that is your boyfriend. 

That is, until a voice snaps you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting Felix's as he calls you out. "You know you can join me, right?," he says, a slight chuckle lacing his playful tone as he sticks his hand out for you to take, pulling you inside and pressing you flat against his chest. He can tell what you're planning, and while it's something he's been craving all these days and weeks, now that it's right in front of him, you're right in front of him, he feels as if just having you so close to himself is enough. 

And so he decides to show you, placing the softest of kisses to your crown as his grip tightens around your waist, the sensation making you lift your head up from his chest, a smile on your face. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, and that's all you need to lose your footing. Before either of you can realize, your lips are moving in sync with his, a rhythm both familiar and new being set up as you dance around your desires. You don't know who started it, but it's not like it matters anyway. 

All you can think of in that moment is the way his tongue explores every inch of your mouth, his teeth digging into your bottom lip as you get lost in the love only he can give you. And it's the same for Felix too, his senses getting overwhelmed as he finds himself getting high on you, on the way you make him feel. You're all he could ever want and more, and every time you touch him, it feels like you're reminding him of the reason he's alive. 

So he takes it in his stride, finally letting go of his fears and his worries, completely losing him in you, in the love he feels for you. His hands roam all over your water-covered body, from your cheeks to your neck to your breasts and hips, and he takes his sweet time caressing and feeling every single one of them, just like you do too, your own hands lying pressed flat against his toned body. You touch him everywhere, letting your focus shift from his hair to his biceps to the round cheeks of his butt, and as you do so, you also find yourself pulling away from the crouching lower and lower till you're on your knees. 

The sight makes something turn on inside of your boyfriend's conscious, his hands making their way to your cheeks again. But this time, he's just a little more assertive, pulling you closer to his crotch, because he can tell you already have eyes for his "friend." "Want a taste?," he asks, his voice gravelly and a lazy smirk playing at his lips. You can only nod at that, biting your lip as you lean in, placing a kiss to his tip. 

And from the sigh that escapes Felix at the small gesture, you know it's just like the first time for him, over and over again. "Then suck on it, babe," his voice calls out again, pulling you out of your thoughts. With that your, your hands are quick to get wrapped around his shaft as you take him into your mouth, making him throw his head back in the slightest of pleasures. As your tongue begins to roll around his girth, you make sure to savor the heavenly taste of his finest delicacy, your teeth grazing against his flesh as you decide to make up for the the time, and the rounds, you've lost out on. 

As you pick up pace, your surroundings fade away, the sound of the water acting as BGM while you continue to give head to Felix, enjoying the effect you have on him. His hands guide you along, resting at your temples as your own take to massaging his balls, your cheeks hollowed out to the max. Maybe it's the lack of touch that he's been forced to go through for the past weeks, or maybe it's the way you seem determined on bringing him to his knees, but Felix can't seem to control the urge to cum right then, his body involuntarily thrusting his dick right down your throat and making you choke.

"Go faster," he groans, pretty sounds emanating from deep inside his chest as you oblige, going faster and harder as you begin deepthroating him. Count down from ten in your head, and that's all you need to have him lose it, his seed seeping into your mouth as you lap every bit up. He tastes just as you remember, or maybe even better because it's been so long. As the last drops trickle down your throat, you let out a sigh of satisfaction, licking your lips before gripping his thighs to pull yourself back up.

Your eyes meeting his, you don't miss the way he smiles at you, and despite yourself, you can't help but ask, "Was I good?," and make him chuckle at your cuteness. "Amazing as always, my love," is what he says, leaning in to catch your lips in another kiss, his bodyweight pushing you flat against the glass. Maybe it's you imagining things, but he somehow tastes even sweeter now, the aftertaste of his cum still fresh on your tongue as you make out with him once more. Parting your mouth open with his own muscle, he doesn't leave a single spot untouched as his cock prods around your heat, silently seeking entrance. 

And you're only too keen on granting him that, a whimper making its way out of you as your wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer than closer. "N-need you," you whine, kissing him harder as you feel yourself grow more needy by the second. Lucky for you though, your boyfriend is a great listener, listening to your demand as he thrusts himself into you, penetrating into your pussy at long last. He feels so delicious like that, moving in and out of you as your thighs squeeze around his, your walls tightening around his length as he fills you up with himself. 

You're a moaning, struggling mess within seconds, the water making everything foggy and slippery as he continues to thrust, entering all the places you didn't even know exist inside you. Every move of his hips as they rolls against yours sends you into a frenzy, gibberish rolling off your tongue as he starts speeding up more and more. Your bodies mold into one as you claw at each other's skin, wanting to be as close to the other as possible. You're in bliss in that moment, the pent up serial frustration finally coming to fore and bursting like a bubble as you make love, Felix never one to slow down. 

He cums first, his cock still sensitive from your lip-service as his load fills you up to the brim, his thrusts not stopping as he leads you to your own orgasm. It feels like an eternity, and like a single second at the same time, your sense of being completely distorted as you focus only on the pleasure, your nails digging into his skin as he pumps into you one last time, making you ride out your climax in style and leaving you panting for air. 

As a new slew of moans racks through your body, he vows to drown them out in a kiss with his hands holding you in place. When he pulls away, the expression on his face is the most lovesick one you've ever seen. "Thank you," is all he says, but it's enough to fill your heart up with warmth as he pulls away, ready to dry you up and lead you to the bed, and to another round. 

[candied-peach]

ao3: “happiness becomes a choice” rating: T warnings: platonic dukeceit, nightmares, abandonment issues, crying genre: hurt/comfort description:  Remus is angry and does something perhaps a little ill-advised to deal with said anger. (day 29: "My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape." Bret Eaton Ellis, American Psycho @tsshipmonth2020 )

Remus twirls his fingers, sending sickly green tendrils of fog down every hallway in the mind palace, seeking out the other sides. Unless they know exactly what it is, they won't be able to do anything about it, and the only one who would know is Janus. But Janus is asleep now, because sleep is self care and all that bullshit. So it doesn't matter.

He spreads his fingers wide, tugging lightly, and grinning as he realizes that each side is trapped now. Trapped in a hell of his own making.

Patton, tiptoeing down a spiderweb-festooned hallway, as his skin rippled and bulged, frog skin spreading in amorphous patches. Distorted voices of the others proclaim him to be a terrible Morality, a useless Morality. Remus watches tears glisten and fall in fat droplets down Patton's freckled cheeks, and he only grins harder. Good, he thinks, as Patton's shirt rips and he becomes a frog once more.

Logan, cowering in a corner, as the word infinitesimal swells and aches, as his contributions aren't even torn down or debated, merely ignored. He grows smaller and smaller, his voice weaker with each protestation that he is important, that he does have a use for Thomas, until he's the size of a mouse and easy to step on. Remus nearly does the honors himself.

Roman, running down a corridor lined with mirrors, each mirror a distorted image of himself, mocking his performance, mocking his values. Calling himself Thomas's hero in the most petulant whine. The mirrors begin to crack, then break, pattering the floor in a shower of falling glass and Roman runs through it all, heedless, bruises appearing in purple black splotches all over his body as his ego is bruised.

Virgil, abandoned. Virgil crying, the others turning their backs on him, telling him that he's destined to be dark. He's destined to be evil, so really, why has he ever bothered to try? His eye shadow streaks down his cheeks like tears as the color leeches from his jacket, leaving it awash in grey. Fake Patton tells him solicitously that he was never needed to help Thomas, they lied all along.

Janus, running from an enormous snake. A snake whispering to stop running, Janny, it's okay, this is just what happens when you abandon your friends, isn't it, this is just what happens when you put your selfish goals above all, because of course you know what's best, Jan Jan, you always have, you-

Remus doesn't realize he's crying until he tastes salt. He plops to the floor, the nightmare threads vanishing like they've never been. He hears footsteps, but he refuses to look. It won't be Janus. It's never Janus.

It's Janus.

"Remus," Janus says slowly as Remus stiffens. "Remus, I never meant to hurt you-"

"Well, you did," Remus interrupts, talking fast, his voice sharp and jagged and brittle.

"I'm sorry," Janus says, and the words are soft and round with sincerity. Remus doesn't believe it.

"Then prove it," Remus demands. Janus nods, helping Remus to his feet.

"I will," Janus says. "I will, Remus. I never meant to leave you behind. You're my best friend in the whole world."

"Evil twin and all?" Remus weakly jokes, as Janus's arms snake around him.

"Always," Janus confirms. They can hear a hubbub in the distance and Remus pales a little. When you have a nightmare like that, it's not exactly hard to find out what happened.

"Gotta go," Remus says, and they both sink out to Janus's room.

[sourstars]

fruit of the heart

What do you do when you’re stuck with a stranger for forty-eight hours? Fall in love, of course.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: i ate the last of my ice cream and a day later i thought i had some left, and this is is what came out of it. enjoy my ✨brain rot✨

WORD COUNT: 0.5K

WARNINGS: none!

PAIRING: Sugawara Koushi x gn!reader

↳ STRANGERS TO LOVERS, BUDDING ROMANCE ↲

Sometimes your universe will feel like it lacks something… 

You never imagined being trapped inside during your overnight shift at your aunt’s twenty-four hour ice cream shop (For two days you might add.) would end in an food fight and kissing a boy you’ve never met, but here you were, sitting beneath the cash register while you laugh breathlessly, shoulder to shoulder, merriment renting a home in the curve of your mouth for the night.

Sugawara is leaning toward you, evidence of the earlier play fight with the frozen treats splattered on his t-shirt, his cheeks ablaze as he reaches over, his thumb coming to drag across your bottom lip slowly, and it’s a moment where it’s just silence.

And your heart talks to his, murmuring you are everything I’ve been missing, and the warmth of his palm on your cheek is the universal force bringing you two closer, claiming this is not how it’s supposed to go, but it’s a good story anyway.

And you won’t know what it is until you find it.

You’ve discovered that forty-eight hours can indeed change the world, and perhaps if you hadn’t let him in for shelter, maybe you wouldn’t be here, but you are, and every second is a moment of wishing it would never end.

The thunderstorm outside the door still rages on, heavy and all hear me and cower, but you hear nothing except your own heartbeat, the pitter patter of kiss me, kiss me dancing through your rib cage to the tip of your tongue, and who are you to deny your heart’s desires?

But if you’re lucky...

Your index finger traces a line up to his chin, the question may I? flowing through your fingertips, and when he nods, you slowly lean forward, your own breath mingling with his. His eyes flutter shut as your cold lips mold into his soft ones, and he tastes like mint chocolate chip, and fruity toppings and we are strangers but we have known each other long before we have met, and when his arms snake around you like you are nothing less than everything he’s dreamed of, suddenly your world no longer feels empty.

It will find you first.

And for a moment nothing else matters but you, and him. The mess you two have made upon the ice cream parlor’s floor is merely a past time, and even then, it can be cleaned later, but this, is more than just I will not forget you when I leave, and you are more than just a stranger and when your hands curl into his hair, you feel it.

But sometimes things are too important to leave to coincidence...

The smile that spreads across his face as he attempted to keep kissing you is nothing less than dorky, and as you two laugh away the hours until dawn, you know in your heart that you have found it; the star meant to glow next to yours, his youth to your courage, and everything falls into place.

And the stars must take matters into their own hands.

Lucky for you, they like you.

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