#soooo deep questions to keep myself awake at night with i suppose

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

In our world, there are people who have red eyes and white hair who are called albino. Is there such people in the legacy verse ? If so, would people mistake him as an Albino and not as the master of Fire ?

Lowkey if Aurora and Zane weren't direct Descendants of Ice, they both could be considered albino under our 'real world' rules. It's a headcanon I flipflop on, thus haven't explicitly stated, but it is something I've pondered :d

[dimimagines]

"How about something warm? It'll help you sleep." For Dedue x Reader please

Soooo.... It’s been a long time hasn’t it? Sorry guys, I just haven’t been motivated to write anything until now. But hopefully this is good, despite being a little out of practice!

"How about something warm? It'll help you sleep." For Dedue x Reader

You rolled around in your bed with no avail of finding any comfort, your eyes not even closed, simply open and wandering around in the darkness. There you laid, thinking back to the battle you had all just returned from; Gronder field. The morale of the troops was currently at an all-time low, after fighting former classmates and losing Rodrigue. People who you formed bonds with over the course of your academy year, people you studied with, shared meals with, made jokes with, they were all on the opposing sides of this war. Cutting them down wasn’t easy. It never is. But that’s the reality of war isn’t it? You don’t get to choose who lives and who dies, it was either you kill or be killed.

As the antagonizing thoughts roamed through your head, you sat up and haphazardly threw some decent clothes on. It was clear that sleep wasn’t going to find you tonight; though, you didn’t doubt that other members of the army were going through the same ordeal as you, some perhaps, having an even more difficult time. They were classmates too, after all. You opened the door, shutting it quietly behind you just in case anyone who was sleeping wasn’t woken up. You looked up at the sky, the clouds were heavy and grey; it was likely going to rain soon. You were originally planning to walk around the monastery, but getting poured on by the sky didn’t appeal to you currently. So you decided to head to the dining hall. Perhaps you’d find someone else there to talk with, and if not you had the option of being comforted by some snacks and drinks.

With your destination in mind, you started making your way there, stopping by the greenhouse as Dedue emerged from the doors.

“Doing gardening this late at night, Dedue? We just got back from battle, you should be resting.” You spoke up, starting a conversation with him as you made your way to him. He nodded in response, acknowledging you before responding with his own words,

“Yes. It seemed like no one else was going to check on the greenhouse so I took it upon myself to ensure that everything is growing well. What brings you here?” He questioned, brushing off you added note of him needing rest.

“I couldn’t sleep. Though, I suppose after a battle like that, it’s not so surprising to hear that, is it? I was planning to go to the dining hall. It looks like it’s going to rain soon, so I was hoping to either keep myself company with someone or with some food, or just…. Something to distract me from my own thoughts right now.” You explained, as you spoke, you wrapped your arms around yourself as an attempt to comfort yourself by holding yourself close. You really did not want to be alone right now, but you also didn’t want to bother anyone else, since you knew everyone was just as burdened as yourself.

“I’ll accompany you to the dining hall.” Dedue spoke, seemingly being able to read your mind; or perhaps it was your body language that conveyed how you felt. Regardless, you were thankful for the offer.

“Are you sure you want to? I would hate to be the one keeping you awake when you’re so busy all the time.” You asked him to ensure that this was something he was doing willingly; not because he felt obligated to do it.

“I do not mind. I may not be the best company, but it’s better than being alone. Let us make our way there, the rain will come down soon.” He looked up at the sky, and you did as well. He was right, the clouds were only getting thicker, and a downpour would start at any moment. You gave the man a small smile, thanking him for his company as the two of you walked together to the dining hall. He opened the door, gesturing for you to enter, and you did so, him following after you. Looking around, the dining hall had a few like-minded people, all spread about, some chatting quietly with others, and some consuming a beverage.

You and Dedue made your way to a table, isolated from everyone else. He sat across from you, as you gently tapped the table with your fingers, drumming them mindlessly. Talking with Dedue wasn’t exactly the easiest task in the world; you liked being around him, and usually it was fun to help him in the greenhouse as you two quietly worked together to care for the flowers, but the man was rather taciturn. Not that it was a bad thing, of course. It made time spent with him peaceful and simple. It was nice being with someone you didn’t feel forced to come up with new topics every time you were with them. You found comfort in merely having him around you, with or without any words. You felt safe around him.

“Should we get something to drink, maybe? Having something to drink might help calm my thoughts down a little. Not to mention, I’m a little thirsty.” You spoke up, breaking the silence between the two of you. He nodded in response, getting up from his spot to get the two of you something to drink.

“How about something warm? It’ll help you sleep.” He asked, making sure you were on board with his suggestion.

“Oh, that would be really helpful, I bet. Tea would probably be good. Your favorite is ginger tea, if I recall correctly. Why don’t we have that?” You suggest, getting up to help him with the task. He stopped you before you could leave the table completely, gesturing for you to sit down again.

“Just wait here, I’ll get it. Try to get comfortable, first.” He suggested as he left momentarily to brew the tea for the two of you. Taking his advice, you plopped yourself down at the table once more. You took a few deep breaths to try and relax yourself. You were still worked up from all that tossing and turning in your bed, and he could tell.

He came back with a tray carrying a teapot and two cups of ginger tea. He carefully set a cup in front of you, and one in front of himself as he set the teapot in the middle. Giving you a gentle warning to be careful, as the tea was hot. Nodding, you blew on the tea a bit before taking a small sip. The strong taste of ginger took over your mouth, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You could taste a hint of lemon and honey in the tea, making the tea a little sweeter and lighter on the tongue.

“It’s wonderful, thank you, Dedue. It seems like anything you do in the kitchen comes out perfectly, whether it’s food or drinks.” You smiled warmly at him as you praised the man for his skills. It may have just been tea this time, but you, as well as everyone else, knew what this man was capable of in the kitchen. He was easily the best chef you’ve ever met.

“You do not need to praise me so highly for tea.” He responded to your praise, brushing it off and rejecting it; he tended to do that, you’ve noticed. You weren’t sure if that was genuinely his mindset, or if people speaking badly about him just because he was a man of Duscur made him reject any form of compliments. The latter of the two saddened you. You hated seeing people judge him just because of where he was from. Those people never bothered to get to know him for who he truly was; A loyal, caring and well-intentioned man who would help anyone in need without hesitation, so long as the person in question did not intend to harm his highness.

“I’d disagree with that. After all, you made the tea so well. Ginger tea isn’t the easiest tea to make, it’s so easy to make the ginger too strong by adding too much or brewing it for too long, or adding too much lemon and making it sour, as well as too much honey to make it far too sweet. You put in the proper proportions of everything, so the ginger flavour is there, but not overwhelmingly so. It feels very soothing, compared to some other cups I’ve had. So I do believe that you’ve earned the praise for it.” You explained to him, a smile gracing your lips once more. You were going to make sure he knew that it was praise well-earned.

His face shifted into something more shocked, he was taken aback. He hadn’t expected you to take your praise further, even going as far as justifying it. His face soon cleared up of all shock, and instead he gave you one of those rare, gentle smiles. You knew it was genuine too, because Dedue doesn’t often smile; even going so far as to tell you that he doesn’t know how.

“I see, if that is how you feel about it, then I’ll accept the praise. I’m glad you like it, I added everything as I thought you’d like it. I figured you’d prefer a lighter flavour profile as compared to a strong one. In addition to that, this should help you sleep better than if it were stronger.” He took a sip of his tea after giving you an explanation for how he decided on the proportions. You nodded in approval, agreeing with what he was saying; it was true, the tea did make you feel more calm.

“The tea helped, certainly. But I think having good company also plays a part in how I feel right now.” One of his eyebrows shot up in curiosity,

“You think I’m good company?” He asked, wanting clarification on what you had just said. A small giggle escaped your lips,

“Of course I do, Dedue. You’re not the most talkative person, of course, but there’s a lot about you that is enjoyable. Being around you makes me feel safe and calm. And I’m not just referring to the battle field, though fighting at your side does make me feel those things as well; But I also feel like there’s a whole lot less pressure around you, because you’ve never judged me for anything. Not for the things I like, the mistakes I make, or anything at all. I feel comfortable around you, and I enjoy spending time with you. I would dare say that gardening with you is one of the few things I look forward to these days.” You voiced out your opinions about him so openly, appreciating his presence. All of it was true, perhaps more true than you thought before. If you really thought about it, then you would realize that Dedue gives you a sense of comfort that no one else you knew could. The time you spent with him was always cherished, and something you looked forward to doing more of. You would have to discuss that with him in the future, you supposed. For now, you would be content with spending time with him like this.

“No one has ever said those things to me before. I… appreciate it. I find spending time with you to be enjoyable as well. I’m glad that you enjoy it as well.” His response was a little timid, as he was feeling bashful. Hearing you say those things about him made him feel good, his heart felt warm.

The two of you stayed there for a while longer, discussing topics ranging to the flowers in the greenhouse to the cooking mishaps the two of you had witnessed. The occasional laugh from you would flow during the conversation, and your earlier thoughts were completely perished by this point. However, with that came a newfound sense of tiredness; you didn’t want to leave since you were enjoying yourself so much, but you needed to sleep if you didn’t want to slack off tomorrow.

“Thanks for keeping me company tonight, Dedue. The two of us are always so busy, so there’s never really a chance for the two of us to spend time like this. I hope that the two of us can spend more time together like this, I really enjoyed myself.” You thanked him for being with you and being able to comfort you at the time when you felt you needed it most.

“I agree, I look forward to spending more time with you like this, when our schedules allow us to do so.” He led you back to your dorm as you opened the door and entered your room, you beamed up at him and nodded eagerly.

“Yes, of course. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Dedue. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart once again.”

“Goodnight, (y/n). Should you ever need me to do this again, don’t feel afraid to come find me. I enjoyed our time together.” With the two of you bidding each other farewell, he left to go to his own dorm room and you closed the door to your room. With a new sense of comfort, you changed back to your pajamas before laying in bed once more, this time, a smile gracing your lips as sleep managed to find you. You would have to have a certain conversation with him about your feelings, but that was a worry for another time.

[waiting-for-motivation]

black and white | part one

summary: In a world where you see everything black and white until you meet your soulmate, (Y/n) and Steve Rogers are dating because there was a small incident during their first meeting. The truth is that Thor is (Y/n)s soulmate but he doesn‘t tell her because he sees how happy she is around Steve. What he doesn‘t know is that she is even happier around him.

request: Thor request?? Reader and Steve have been dating. Yet reader isn’t sure she loves him. When everyone was drinking and trying to lift Thor’s hammer, reader is the only one to succeed. Thor knows that not only is she worthy, but also his soulmate. So he starts acting odd around the couple and even a tad flirty with reader. it is a sticky situation since she is dating Steve, but she knows she and Thor are meant to be. (Pre endgame please?) :)

pairings: Thor x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Avengers x Reader

warnings: soulmate au, cheating, fluff, angst

words: 1979

a/n: This idea is soooo good! Thank you @thoringaround! Oh and please don‘t get me wrong I LOVE MY GOLDEN STEVIE ps: sorry that this lasted soooo long :(

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES PART TWO

Being together with your soulmate should feel overwhelming but still (Y/n) has this gut feeling that Steve and her aren‘t meant to be. Sometimes the way he talks towards her when he is angry feels the wrong way. Sometimes she is happy when he is away on a mission. Sometimes she doesn‘t like the way his lips feel on her own. Sometimes she doesn‘t feel completely happy around him, like something is missing. Something important.

They can‘t never be hundred percent sure if they are meant to be together because Steve found his soulmate back in the 40s. Peggy was the first person that let him see colors.

Nevertheless it‘s possible to have two soulmates if your first one died. So it could be that they are each other’s soulmate but this unsuspectingness unsettles (Y/n). Steve on the contrary is happy to have a second soulmate because after Peggy‘s death he felt like never being happy again. And here he is, in his arms his second soulmate.

In those moments like now when his arms are around her waist and she feels his warmth she is for once happy. And those moments let (Y/n) forget her bad gut feeling and believe that Steve is her one and only.

For a few seconds (Y/n) enjoys his warmth but then decides to do something good for both of them. Slowly she sits up and puts Steve‘s arms on the bed, always careful not to wake him up. As she leaves the room she grabs one of Steve‘s pullovers and puts it over her short pajamas so that she wont get cold.

With a smile on her lips she enters the hallway and walks towards the kitchen where she wants to prepare a breakfast planning to share it with Steve in their bed. To her surprise someone is in the kitchen making coffee. Thor stands with his broad back to her and waits for his coffee to be ready. In the moment he hears someone entering the kitchen he slowly turns around and smiles welcoming at the young woman.

„Morning Thor.“ (Y/n) returns the smile and opens the fridge to take some jam, butter and the strawberries she brought yesterday out of it. „Why are you awake? Couldn‘t sleep?“ She puts the strawberries into a bowl and places it together with the jam and butter on a small tray.

„Sleep is for mortals. I‘m a god.“ Thor grabs a spoon out of one of the drawers to mix the milk with his coffee and in his movement he slightly touches (Y/n)s hand. Both of them feel a tingling but ignore it. (Y/n) keeps telling herself that it‘s nothing, while Thor knows the truth.

Still they look into each other’s eyes and right then and there (Y/n) realizes that Thor is flexing his biceps. Is he trying to impress (Y/n)? Probably.

„How could I forget that.“ A small giggle leaves (Y/n)s mouth and in that moment Thor can‘t ignore the engaging happiness he feels in every part of his body. For a few seconds he is completely happy but that must get destroyed by a certain super soldier who is entering the kitchen.

Immediately Thor turns towards his coffee and stares at the brown brew.

(Y/n) puts two toast into the toaster and smiles at her boyfriend who is walking right towards her and as he reaches her, embraces her in his arms. Only then (Y/n) realizes that Steve isn‘t wearing a shirt which makes her a little bit flustered.

In the moment they kiss, Thor decides to leave the room because he can‘t stand watching someone kiss what is actually supposed to be his. Unintentionally he slams the door behind himself with a loud sound that brings Steve and (Y/n) to interrupt their kiss.

„Is he okay?“ (Y/n) stares at the door through which Thor left. Her boyfriend only shrugs his shoulders and eats a strawberry.

„He is Thor. He will be fine.“ He kisses (Y/n) once again but this time on one of her cheeks before he puts the tray with their breakfast on the table. With a sad expression (Y/n) stares for a little longer at the closed door, thinking about Thor‘s behavior and then joining Steve for breakfast.

A week later all of the Avengers are having a small party in their common room to celebrate their last mission. Everyone is a little bit tipsy so they are all having the time of their lives. While (Y/n) sits right next to Steve and plays with his big hands, everyone tries lifting Thor‘s hammer Mjolnir to see if they are worthy. It‘s kind of a ritual now for the Avengers because every time they have a party at least Tony tries lifting it.

„Why don‘t you try it, honey?“ Steve looks up from their entangled hands and into (Y/n)s beautiful eyes. For a moment (Y/n) truly thinks about standing up and try lifting Mjolnir but then she shakes her head.

„I don‘t want to make a fool out of myself.“ The Avengers that sit next to (Y/n) and Steve laugh because right now Tony tries lifting the hammer in his Ironman suit. „Like Tony.“ A small giggle leaves (Y/n)s mouth and turn Thor‘s attention from Stark to the smiling (Y/n) who has her head on Steve‘s chest.

„If anyone could be worthy enough to lift Mjolnir it‘s you, Lady (Y/n).“ Everyone looks at Thor who is grinning at a rather unwell and kind of ashamed (Y/n). Her boyfriend looks a little bit angry at the god of thunder because his words sound like flirting in Steve‘s ears.

„Well, if you say so, Thor.“ Slowly (Y/n) stands up and walks over to the hammer. At first she stares at it because she is unsure how to grab it. Then she grabs it and as she takes a deep breath the hammer rises from the table. It‘s like no one even breathes in the common room because it‘s so silent (Y/n) is afraid everyone can hear her heartbeat.

A small smile creeps on (Y/n)s lips. Only she does know if it‘s because of the impact the hammer has on her or because she is proud of herself.

„Now you are welcome to come to Asgard whenever you desire.“ Thor is the first one to speak again and he stands up to get his hammer back. „But this is mine.“ As their fingers brush against one another they both feel a weird feeling deep in their stomachs. Like a week before they ignore it.

„Should we call you queen now?“ Tony grins over his beer bottle and relaxes the mood with his words. Everyone laughs, except for Steve. He looks with a jealous expression towards Thor and (Y/n) who are staring into each other’s eyes as if they were alone in the common room. This makes Steve so angry that he stands up, puts his empty beer bottle on the table and walks out of the room.

„Steven!?“ (Y/n) watches her soulmate leave in worry and follows him.

The problem is that she breaks the heart of her real soulmate with her actions. Thor thought that maybe (Y/n) would realize that they are supposed to be together after lifting the hammer and seeing that she is worthy but that was just a hopeless thought.

The next morning everyone sleeps in because most of the Avengers drunk to much the night before. Thor is the first one to enter the kitchen. Because he is a god and can take much alcohol before getting drunk he feels physically good. Psychologically not. His heart is aching and it yearns after his soulmate. It‘s even worse that his soulmate is close enough to touch but he wont allow himself to do it. Thor can‘t take the happiness away (Y/n) has with Steve.

Thinking of (Y/n) she must of course come through the door and walk into the kitchen. She looks to her feet. As she hears that someone else is in the kitchen she looks up and Thor is greeted with a tired face. Not that (Y/n) looks tired, no, she also looks sad and exhausted. The bags under her eyes look like she cried through the night instead of sleeping.

„Hey, is everything okay?“ The young woman doesn‘t answer which is an answer to Thor. He thinks about asking her more questions but then he realizes that if (Y/n) would want to talk to him then she would.

(Y/n) opens the fridge and grabs herself a yogurt which she eats at the big table in the middle of the kitchen. Bored and with an depressed expression (Y/n) stares at the table and leads her spoon towards her mouth.

Thor who prepared himself a tea also makes one for the woman because that may be one thing that relaxes her. After the teas are ready he puts one in front of (Y/n) and sits right next to her.

This small gesture breaks the ice and (Y/n) starts talking.

„Steve and I had a fight last night. He said things that hurt me really hard. I can‘t tell you but they were really…bad.“ Tears begin to form in (Y/n)s eyes as she speaks of the fight with her supposed soulmate. Thor shifts next to her. He thinks about telling her and ending his and above all her pain. She can‘t live her life with a person that is not her soulmate.

„Can I ask you something?“ After Thor spoke his question out loud he swallows hard and closes his eyes for a second. (Y/n) looks confused into his blue eyes but then nods her head. One more time Thor takes a deep breath. „Do you really think Steve is your soulmate?“

Silence.

(Y/n) stares shocked into Thor‘s eyes.

„Yes, of course. I mean, he is the reason I can see colors so why wouldn‘t he be my soulmate?“ She raises her eyebrows and watches Thor who seems to fight with himself. He wants so desperately to tell her the truth but what if that makes everything worse? What if she doesn‘t want him after she gets to know he lied to her all those years?

„I need to tell you something important, (Y/n), and it‘s okay if you hate me afterwards.“ A small giggle leaves (Y/n)s mouth as she shakes her head. She could never hate Thor. „You remember the day we first met? It was the same day you discovered Steve was your soulmate. I stood right behind him and as you saw him you also saw me. What I‘m trying to tell you is…that I‘m your soulmate. The day you first saw colors was also my first day seeing colors.“

The spoon (Y/n) held in her hands falls onto the table and interrupts the silence. The young woman opens her mouth but she can‘t find the right words.

„I didn‘t tell you because you seemed so happy around Steve and I didn‘t want to take the happiness away from you.“ Thoughtlessly Thor grabs one of her small hands and looks into her tearfully (e/c) eyes. To his surprise (Y/n) puts her other hand onto his cheek and looks so deep into his eyes that he could swear she can see his soul.

(Y/n) knows that this isn‘t a thing everyone would do in this situation, especially because she actually has a boyfriend, but she can‘t resist and kisses Thor. They both feel overwhelmed and Thor can‘t stop grinning. The tickling in their stomachs gets more dominant but one feeling that describes this moment the best is: happiness.

Both of them never felt that fulfilled. It‘s like they can see the colors around them even clearer.

„I found you.“ None of them thinks of Steve and the problems their relationship will cause in the Avengers compound because all they want to feel right now is each other.

Taglist: @xmarveled

[idksupernatural]

Long Way Home: Twilight Zone (Part 1)

a/n: Here's the first chapter!! I'm soooo glad that we were able to post this. I'm really exited to see where this series goes and how it takes off. I have so many ideas for this series. So make sure to stay tuned!!

Summary Series: The Winchesters, Dean, Alex, and Sam, live in an abusive household since they were put into foster care. Eric and Rachael have been their adopted parents since they were put into foster care. Since senior year has come and Dean and Alex are turning 18, Eric and Rachael have been putting the siblings in bad situations ever since summer break and the year prior. What will happen one night everything turns upside down in a blink of an eye? What will happen if Dean is handed his siblings life?

Chapter One Summary: When Dean has to confess a secret he has to Alex, it turns out fairly well. 

Word Count: 2,454 words

Series Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only! under aged smut. Fluff, angst, swearing, alcohol intoxication, underage drug use, underage drinking. Heartbreak, crying, flashbacks, nightmares, trauma. Description of child abuse, domestic violence, self-harming, and rape. Stress, mental breakdowns, anxiety attacks, depression, suicide attempts. Description of blood and injuries, hospital scenes, near death experiences, more warnings. I can go on forever. 

Chapter Warnings: Fluffy Dean, swearing, angst, drunk!Dean, underage drinking, nightmare, mentions of domestic abuse, mention of self-harming(slightly), stressing over Dean being drunk. Slight mention of homophobia. Let me know if I’m missing any more warnings for this chapter. 

Characters in Chapter: Dean, Alex, and Michael. Mentions of Cas, Sam, Charlie Bradbury, Rachael, and Eric. 

This fic goes out to @katehuntington and her 1k celebration, congrats!!! I used ‘Twilight Zone’ by Golden Earring for this fic. Hope you like it. :)

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'Ask anyone in this school about being a freak and they'll point to me, no questions asked. They always wonder why I'm this way, having a twin brother who rules the school, catching all the ladies, and a nerd of a brother who's too good to be here, who I say is way smarter than me, even though I'm at the top of my classes. But they don't know, and don't want to know, why I am who I am. When it comes to sex and partying, they're all over me and still can't figure out why...'

I type down the words on my computer, trying to let go of my problems. Cas said it would help me lift some pressure off my chest because, apparently, he does it every night to help him calm down. I call bull, but he insists on it. Without even noticing, Dean comes up to the top bunk and closes the computer on me. I barely move my hands out of the way before it slams shut.

"Hey," I screeched, putting my computer under my pillow.

"Bed time, loser," he said, laying down next to me.

I was trying to get comfortable on the bed, noticing Dean doing the same. This only meant one thing, and I wasn't in the mood.

"I was wondering if I can sleep with you and maybe. . .we can talk?" he asked, whispering so they couldn't hear us. I pulled a face at him telling him what I was thinking so he got the hint.

"We-we don't need to talk, I-I actually have to. Can you just, maybe, listen?" He stuttered over his words. Something must be up because he always stutters when something is bothering him. I changed my expression quickly, slightly smiling to make him comfortable.

We settled under the blankets, the room already dark from when Dean closed the door. I could hear Sammy's light snores from the bottom bunk, telling me he was out like a light.

Dean was hesitant to talk to me. His face was open like a book and I could easily read it in the sliver of light that was slipping through the window.

"You know you can talk to me, right? I'm always here for you and-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don't know how to say it," he said, cutting me off, clearly thinking of what he wanted to say.

"Okay, so," he began. I pulled his hands into mine, squeezing them, letting him know that I was here and that it was safe. "I'm kinda dating Cas. Actually, we've been dating since the summer, and. . .and I couldn't keep hiding this from you. If you're not okay with it, then tell me straight up, I'll be fine bu-"

"Dean, why wouldn't I be okay with it? You always seemed happy with him since we were small. You guys always give each other that look when you see each other, I'm surprised you didn't start dating sooner! I'm happy that you're together. You have someone who can love you," I said. Deep down, I was doing a little happy dance because Dean was so carefree whenever he's with Cas and I'm always happy to see him happy. They've been giving each other googoo eyes since the fifth grade and it's been painful just watching their endless pining.

"Wait, so you're not mad?" I nodded rapidly. "You're completely okay with this?"

"Yes, I am Dean! Quit worrying," I said, trying to reassure him. "But," I began, and his happy expression dropped, "you can't let Eric and Rachael know about this. They will murder you, and that's not going to happen on my watch." I pulled him into a side hug.

"Yeah, I know that much," he sassed back, and I could feel him roll his eyes. He squeezed me tightly.

We layed in each other's arms, and just like every time this has happened before, we found it comfortable. I breathe in his scent, forever familiar in my head. Whiskey (he drinks it a lot, but I don't say anything), oil that hasn't quite come off of him after his shower, and this one smell that I couldn't quite describe, but it was just the smell of Dean and that's all I needed to know.

I could feel sleep overtaking me, the darkness consuming me. Before I let the darkness engulf me fully, I feel Dean lay a lingering kiss on the top of my head.

"I just hope you'll be happy too," he whispers into the air.

Finally, I let the darkness consume me.

I pounded on the door for what seemed to be the hundredth time, growing more annoyed with Dean.

"I've been out here for the past five minutes," I shouted, "hurry and wrap it up!" I pounded my first harder on the door, surprised they have not started to hurt.

I can hear mumbling on the other side of the door, and seconds later he comes out, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Dude, you reek of sex and that isn't the way we want to walk into the house. You know that place is a madhouse! It's already two a.m. and we were supposed to be home at ten forty-five. I'm really glad Sammy asked to sleep over at a friend's house tonight," I scoffed furiously, grabbing at his arm. One look into his eyes and I knew we were fucked. He was drunk. Of course he's drunk! He gave me that smirk, that cocky and full-of-shit smirk, and oh my GOSH I just wanted to punch it right off his face.

"Y'know, y'look. . . y'look funny when yer mad." His voice was higher than it was supposed to be, his words slurring together. He tried to go in for a hug, giggling intensely.

"No, no, no. No hugs Dean! You look like you've been to every sex club in existence, you smell like a bar, and-are you even listing to a word I'm saying?!" I gripped his arm harder, trying to pull him with me to no avail.

"Nope." He popped the p and gave me a goofy smile. God, he looks so happy right now, I thought. I wish I could make him look this happy everyday.

"Okay," I patted him on his shoulder, sighing and loosening my grip on his arm, "okay."

We started making our way downstairs. I grabbed our coats and my purse that were in the hallway closet before I headed back to Dean, who was sitting on the couch, his eyes drooping from drowsiness trying to take over his body.

"Come on buddy, time to get up." I lightly shake him awake. He squinted his eyes at me.

"Uuugghh I don't wanna gooo!" Dean whined. I pursed my lips and rolled my eyes.

"Well boo-hoo your ass. I was down here watching everyone, and by that I mean I was watching everyone making out with each other, sitting here waiting for you." I pulled on his arm, but he wouldn't budge. Then, I smirked at an idea that popped in my head. "If you don't get your lazy ass up, we won't drive in Baby."

Dean's eyes grew wide, and he stood up immediately, swaying. I steadied him, giving him his coat. He stared at it and giggled, and I rolled my eyes and took his hand, leading him to the door.

I open the door, the air stinging my face as I practically dragged Dean behind me, a trail of giggles and nonsense leaving his mouth. I walk to the top of the steps leading down to the sidewalk, stopping at the sight I see.

The yellow light from the streetlamps illuminates the scene of my friend, Charlie Bradbury, kissing some random girl. I stumble, taking a few steps back, and I feel Dean bump into me.

"Shwoops!" Dean exclaimed loudly, startling Charlie and her. . ."friend."

Charlie stares at me for what feels like forever. I wait for her to say something, anything, but she says nothing. I clear my throat and make it down the steps with Dean clumsily following behind me, a weird feeling in my stomach. I mean, it's not like I should care, It's not like she's my girlfriend. We're only friends! And it seems like she was enjoying her make out sesh with whoever that was. . .

I shake my head to clear my thoughts, dragging Dean behind me. He yanks his hand free from my grip and walks in front of me to reach the car, kindly opening the door to the passenger's seat for me.

"M'lady," he says, drawing out the y, bowing down to me, stumbling over his feet. I rolled my eyes, thinking to myself, Why, God, why do I have to be related to this dumbass?

Dean stood upright, his hand fumbling in his pocket to get his keys. Once he got them, he attempted to swirl them around his finger, but ended up with the keys on the sidewalk. He giggled and said, "I'mma drive." I sighed, annoyed, and picked the keys up from the sidewalk. I pushed Dean into the passenger seat, receiving a giggle in reply. "Yer, thehe, really fhu. . .fhunny, d'you know that?"

"Yes, Dean, I know that we established this already. Now c'mon, we need to get out of here," I said, patting his shoulder and reaching out to close the door.

"Okie dokie," he said, laughing quietly as I closed the door.

"This is why Sammy likes me better," I muttered under my breath, heading to the driver's side of the car and getting in.

"You ready? Because I am," I stated to Dean, closing the door behind me and turning the ignition on. When I heard the rumble of Baby's engine roar, I knew we were set.

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We stopped by an abandoned parking lot for the night, not wanting to go "home." I headed to the back seat and got comfortable, using my jacket as a pillow.

"Dean?" I asked, receiving a hum in response. "How sober are you?"

"Mostly not drunk, why?" he asked, seriousness in his voice.

"Just askin'," I replied back, keeping it short. A feeling I knew too well settled over the car. Silence. It felt like we were wrapped up in silence, and I felt it crushing me. The itch is back on my arms and I shut my eyes tight, not wanting to think about what happened earlier today. The reason why I agreed to go to the party in the first place, to numb the feeling. But, of course I couldn't because I needed to take care of my ass of a brother here. I reached under the passenger's seat and grabbed my new best friend, tequila. I popped the cap off and took a swig, the familiar liquid burning throughout my throat and chest.

After a few moments of crushing silence and me going to town with my tequila best friend, I heard gun shots in the distance. Dean and I startled, looking at each other. We looked out the window to the lot so we could figure out where the sound came from. Dean sprang up from his seat and headed out of the car.

"Dean get back in the car, you don't know who could be out there!" I whispered yelled, afraid of getting caught. I reached out, grabbing his elbow and spinning him around. "You're still wasted, so get your ass back in the car!"

"What if somebody's hurt, Alex?" he whispers yelled back at me. "I'm technically the older one in this situation, so you should just let me go!"

"Letting you go my ass! If you're gonna fight me on this, I'm at least gonna go with you and that is period," I replied fiercely. He huffed, turning away, looking for the potential threat.

"Fine, come on."

"Ugh, fine."

So with that, we walked through the abandoned lot, using our flashlights from our phones. The only things I could hear were our quiet footsteps and Dean's heavy breathing. My heart started thumping so fast and hard that it felt like it would burst out of my chest, and I could hear the blood pumping in my ears with every step I took. Dean stopped abruptly, causing me to bump into him.

"What the hell, du-"

"Shut up, look!"

There it was; the gun. There was blood splattered all over the chamber and handle.

"Give me your bandana," I said quickly.

"Why?!" Dean asked, exasperated, but still reaching in his pocket to get the bandana out.

"Just give me the damn thing," I said, yanking it out of his hand, lay the piece of cloth on top of the gun, and gently pick it up. The gun still warm under my touch, examining it, then putting it back down as gently as I picked it up. "The chamber's still hot but there weren't any dents or scratches on it. So the attacker," my breath hitched, "the attacker-"

"He must have left it there," a familiar voice said, startling us both. "Hands where I can see 'em, darling." I mentally cringed at the name, a shiver going down my spine. I turned around and saw the last person I ever wanted to see, slowly inching closer to Dean.

"What are you doing here? Last time I checked, you moved out of Lawrence," Dean spat, anger growing inside of him.

"Well, you ain't in Lawrence anymore. You're in my turf now, Winchesters." He reached for the gun, pointing it at us. All the sirens in my head were going off, telling me to get as far away as I could with Dean, but we really couldn't do that at the moment because of the gun being pointed at us. And, by the weight of when I picked it up, it was fully loaded.

"Put the goddamn gun down Michael, we all know you won't shoot us," Dean spat, venom leaking from his words, ready to fight him at any second.

"Maybe, maybe not. But one thing I know for certain is that I despise the Winchester's guts." His finger lingered over the trigger.

"Just put the gun down, Michael," I said from my spot next to Dean.

"You guys put me through hell this past year. So, why don't you give me a perfectly good reason to not shoot both of you right now?" He was met with silence, Dean and I not uttering a word. "That's what I thought."

I was starting to realize at this moment that eternal fate has turned its back on us. He pulled the trigger, and the last thing I heard was BANG!

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a/n #2: hiya! thank you to all of those reading this, i appreciate it a lot. i love editing this story and encouraging my friend, so i hope you love it as well! - Kati Bee

a/n #3: I want a special thanks to my sweet friend, kati bee. I wouldn't know where this chapter would have gone without her. I know many writers say this but feedback and likes are kindly appreciated. It's letting us know that you guys are enjoying the story and wanting us to continue the story, as well. 

a/n #4: forgot to mention that Dean and Alex are twins,17 going to 18, and Sam is 13 going to 14. 

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Navigating Nick Amaro [3]

Pairing: Nick x Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: mentions of sexual harassment Read other chapters  A/N: Sorry it took soooo long to get this chapter out. I know, I suck at this whole keeping my stuff updated, but I’m working on it. Hope you enjoy

“Hey, wake up,” Nick whispers in your ear, gently shaking you out of your dreams.

“Hi,” You smile up at him. “What time is it?” A small yawn follows your question.

“It’s eight, I figured we would go out and grab some breakfast and see what sights there are to see before we hit the road again.” He smiles and pats your leg before moving back to his bed to neatly put his clothes back in his suitcase. “The shower’s all yours.” “Yes,” You draw out your ’s’ as you stretch and dramatically slide out of the bed and onto the floor before standing up with your clothes for the day. “You saved some hot water for me, right?”

“I can’t make any promises.” He smirks playfully before nodding his head. “There’s plenty of hot water left for you.”

Smiling, you walk to the bathroom and close the door behind you before stripping out of your clothes and turning on the shower. You probably should have showered last night to rid your hair of the chlorine that soaked in overnight, but you didn’t. After the swim, you laid on your bed and Nick on his bed as you talked about what states you were most excited to drive through and places you needed to stop at to sightsee. That’s how you fell asleep. Nick, on the other hand, he fell asleep to your peaceful face and the soft, irregular snores that came from you.

You rinse the soap off your face, hoping that the sadness of your inevitable departure from Nick once this trip is over will be washed away with it… it doesn’t work. Instead, you turn off the water and dry your tears along with the rest of the water and along with your clothes, you put on a brave face and step out of the bathroom.

“Alright Nicky, let’s get some breakfast. I’m starving.” You smile, putting your dirty clothes in your bag and heading out to the car to load it up.

“What are you feeling, cariño?” He asks, taking your bag from you and putting it in the trunk before closing it and walking to the driver’s side.

“So many things.” You sigh under your breath, but hide it with a smile as you look up at him. “Anything’s good with me, as long as I get some food.” You slide into the passenger seat.

“IHOP it is.” He smiles at you before starting up the car and driving off. “How’d you sleep last night?” He asks, glancing over at you.

“Like a rock. What about you, Nick?” You look over at him, watching as the corners of his mouth twitch upward for just a second.

“I slept pretty well.” He nods his head, thinking of your sleeping form on the next bed over, and the light snores that he fell asleep to.

After breakfast, the two of you head over to a museum just to get the feel for the city you just spent the night in. To say you are unimpressed is an understatement. The older lady that was your waitress at IHOP raved about the place, said there were so many interesting things there. The museum was mostly filled with pictures and information on the town, how it was founded, the mayors and the educational systems, pretty much all the boring stuff all the teachers more than likely skip over teaching about.

“This is awful.” You giggle, running your finger across the picture and looking at all the dust that had accumulated. “It’s like the start of a slasher film.”

“Yeah, we should probably go,” Nick says in a low voice as he scans the big, empty room the two of you are standing in.

“That sounds like a great idea.” You nod, wiping the dust on your pants and walking with him toward the exit.

“Thanks for visiting.” A museum worker says with a wide smile as the two of you round the corner.

Jumping from the shock, you place a hand on your chest to calm your rapidly beating heart and grab Nick’s arm with your other hand as an anchor. With a quick nod and a small smile, you continue out the doors until you are in front of the cars in the parking lot. It’s then that you break out into a fit of laughter, hands shoot out and you brace yourself on the car as amused tears blur your vision.

“I- I thought we were dead for a minute.” You say once you’ve calmed down a little, wiping the tears from your cheeks as you look up at Nick. He is looking at you with a fond smile and soft eyes, the look that makes you melt every time. Your laughter completely subsides, replaced by a smile that mimics his before you open your door. “Let’s go, Nicky before they come looking for us.”

Sitting in the car, you buckle up and look out the window, away from Nick, and your smile falls. Sometimes the way he looks at you makes your stomach twist in knots, in all the good ways. The way he smiles at you sends you into a tailspin nearly every time. The way that he has always been there for you — he’s always been present — it’s incredible. It’s also heartbreaking, heartbreaking to know that you are head over heels in love with your best friend and he doesn’t even know it. It’s heartbreaking that you’ve had so many failed relationships because they can never quite seem to live up to Nick. It’s devastating that you are traveling across the country to drop off your best friend, the guy you secretly love, and turning around and leaving.

Clenching your jaw, you quickly wipe away the tear that fell down your cheek and swallowed the lump in your throat as Nick began down the road.

“So, Nick, what’s your plan? I mean, I know moving into the house and actually get to see the kiddos, but other than that.” You ask, turning toward him to see him shrug his shoulders.

“Haven’t really thought about that, what about you? You going to try for that promotion when you get back home?” He asks, glancing over at you.

“No.” You scoff, rolling your eyes.

“Why do you say it like that? I thought getting a promotion was a good thing.” He asks, slightly taken aback by your response.

“The promotion isn’t worth the trouble.” You shake your head, looking back out the window.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed and occasionally glancing over at you. “Y/n?” He prompts when you don’t answer.

“Quid pro quo, Nick. I’m already on thin ice with my boss as is. If I asked for that promotion… I don’t know if I could deal with any more of the—” You squeeze your eyes closed, raising your hands up as to block out the thoughts. “If I want to keep my job, I need to keep quiet. I sure as hell won’t be able to if in exchange for a promotion he wants in my pants.”

“Wait, are you saying-”

“You know exactly what I’m saying so don’t make me say it again.” You sigh, looking out the window. “It’s not like he’s done anything other than copped a feel a couple of times and been suggestive, not going to lie it was really uncomfortable but I work through it.” You shrug.

“You shouldn’t have to fucking work through it, Y/n. Why didn’t you tell me?” Nick asks, raising his voice as he pulls to a stop in a parking lot.

“Because you are my quick-tempered best friend that just so happens to be a sex crimes cop. The last thing I needed was you and the rest of SVU waltzing in and I end up losing my job, or you get in trouble for beating up my boss, or both.” You throw your hands up defensively as you explain why you never told him. “Plus, I can handle myself, Nick.”

“So you fucking drop this on me now! Now I’m going to be sitting in California, worried about you getting assaulted by your boss, all the way across the country.”

“I’ll be fine, Nick. I’ve always been able to take care of myself. Now can we please stop arguing? I wanted these last couple days together to be fun.” You groan, folding your arms over your chest.

“Fine, whatever.” He rolls his eyes, turning up the radio and pulling back onto the road without another word.

Over the next several minutes, neither of you say anything. The music that Nick had turned up, an attempt to mute the tension, plays as you chew at your lip. The lack of communication between the two of you at the moment is killing you, you can’t take it. Your hand shoots out, turning down the music before you turn to face him.

“I’m trying to find a new job, I just need to hold on to this one until I do.” You explain with a small sigh. “I just knew you’d flip your shit if you found out and really you don’t have to worry about me being there much longer.” You shrug. “He was pissed I took all this time off to spend with you. I won’t be there much longer.”

“You shouldn’t be there at all.” He says quietly.

“Well, I’ve gotta pay rent somehow.” You turn the radio up a little, bobbing your head to the music that plays.

At some point amid the silence between the both of you and the music acting as a buffer to fill the otherwise soundless car, you fall asleep. Head resting against the window, one foot tucked under a leg and your arms folded across your chest. It’s always been incredibly easy for you to fall asleep in cars, as a child, when you couldn’t sleep your parents would take you on a car ride to put you to sleep — it worked every time.

Nick smiles, glancing over as you as you sleep. Your mouth is slightly ajar and he turns down the music so he can listen to the quiet sounds of your soft snores. The corners of his mouth twitch upward as he takes a deep breath.

“You can tell me anything.” He says quietly to you, reaching a hand out to gently push a strand of hair out of your sleeping face. “anything.”

Nick lets you sleep for a couple of hours until he reaches a sight you would get a kick out of seeing. With a smile, he parks the car at the side of the road and leans over the center console to gently nudge you and whisper for you to wake up. When you do blink awake, he simply points out the window. There stands a wooden sign with the words “Used Cows for sale!” painted in black paint.

“U-used cows?” You ask in a serious tone before your bottom lip starts quivering and bust out into a hysterical laugh. “What the hell? Those poor cows.” You giggle, looking out to the field filled with cows grazing.

“I thought you’d get a kick out of that.” Nick chuckles, buckling his seat belt again.

“I sure did.” You smile, wiping the laughter produced tears off your face as you watch Nick pull back onto the road.

His smile is small but sincere. It hasn’t faltered, just continued to stay constant, just like Nick. That’s how you know he is truly happy. He has this joyful aura that fills up entire spaces, his smile will be stuck on his face and in his eyes. You feel the corners of your mouth upturn as you look at him.

“What are you looking at?” He chuckles, glancing at you.

“I just like seeing you smile.” You say honestly. “Seeing you really smile, not those fake ass smiles you give half the people you come in contact with.”

“How do you know they’re fake?” He scoffs.

“I know you, Nick Amaro.” You stick your hand in his hair to playfully scruff it up. “I notice these things because you’re my best friend.” And because I love you…

“You’re probably right.” He smiles softly, looking out at the road.

“Damn straight!” You boast. “I’m always right, Nick Amaro, and you better remember that!”

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