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theesirenteller · 1 year ago

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Set in season four of Good Girls; Epiphany Martinez is a freshman in college, heavily into the party scene. she lives her life on the edge with Molly under her tongue. when her co-worker, Annie puts her onto a new dealer attraction blooms, and the lines between business & pleasure blur.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ♦ 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓞𝓯 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝔂 ♦ Masterlist

"Mierda" Epiphany groaned as she pulled her face back from the drool-drenched pillow. The blaring of her alarm stopped as she crashed her fist against it. 3 p.m. it read. "Fuck!" she quickly shot out of her mountain of covers and rushed to the bathroom. The process of freshening up and getting herself decent for auditions felt like a blur. She hadn't even gotten a proper breakfast; just stale nachos and salsa. One minute she was in her shared bathroom and the next she was rushing into Sweet P's gentlemen's club which was located eight blocks from her apartment.

"Well if it isn't my fave party animal, my main squeeze." Annie Boland greeted as she approached the hungover college student, "You look like shit, dude."

"Oh I feel like shit too, trust me." Epiphany replied after she caught her breath. "Sorry I'm lat-"

"Auditions are over."

Epiphany was cut off by an uppity voice that she wasn't familiar with. Which caused her to turn her attention towards it. The college freshmen came face to face with a heavy busted red-haired woman who looked to be in her mid-forties. Her aesthetic screamed Stepford wife. Maybe it was her cardigan or her layered sidebang hairstyle. whatever it was, she just screamed suburbia.

"Aw Beth come on, let her audition," Annie replied with a groan.

"No." Beth said quickly before looking at Epiphany up and down, "Sorry, we've already picked our set of girls."

Epiphany scoffed with a roll of her eyes before she snickered "Oh you mean Gene's ol girls? Good luck with that." Her attention shifted over to Annie once again, "See you around Annie." and with that turned on her heel.

"And you think you can do better, kid?" How old are you? another voice called out causing epiphany to look over her shoulder.

"She's from Vegas, of course, She can do better, Ruby!" Annie vouched.

She hadn't known Epiphany very long, only two months to be exact but Annie had made great friends with the college student. The two clicked instantly after meeting and chit-chatting at the mini-mart. The two bonded over liking balsamic vinegar and onions over their french fries.

The hefty-set umber-skinned woman sighed before she turned her attention to the strawberry blonde, "Let her audition Beth. The more women that can bring in profits the better."

Beth pursed her lips as she sucked in a scowl. She looked between Ruby and Annie for a few moments before shifting her attention over to Epiphany. "How old are you?"

A look of amusement flashed across Epiphany's face as she watched the women in front of her, "I'm twenty-two." she replied before asking, "Have any of you got any dancing experience? Ever worked in show business or the strip club before."

"No, of course not!" Beth snapped, "What does that have to do with anything?" she proceeded to ask.

Epiphany took a few steps forward as she shrugged her shoulders," It means you aren't qualified to be hosting auditions. And I doubt you even enjoy going to strip clubs to watch the performances."

"I have," Annie spoke up with a grin as she raised her hand. "Have you guys ever seen a pair of boobies covered in glitter bounce? looks like two light bulbs from heaven."

Epiphany eyed Annie and shook her head as she bit back laughter. " A glorious sight ain't it?" she goofed. her expression turned serious as she then turned her attention back towards Annie's busty sister. "How about I just perform opening night and if you magically don't like it, I'll leave." she propositioned.

"That's not a bad idea Beth. I'm tired and need to get home and start on dinner." Ruby spoke up. The mother of two already had a bias towards strip clubs and sitting in one for the last two hours made her skin crawl.

Beth's lips formed into a straight line as she scrunched her nose and closed her eyes. Her fists balled up at her sides as she rumbled out an exaggerated groan. "Fine!", the moment she opened her eyes and shot Epiphany a slight glare. "Be there an hour before and not a minute later." The college student paid the strawberry-haired woman no mind and instead smiled when Annie cheered and clapped. "Woohoo! Yes!" Annie cheered before high-fiving Epiphany with both hands. 'We're totally gonna celebrate after…I say Chick-fil-A"

♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩♡𓆪☆♡𓆪𓆩♡⊹˚.♡

Opening night came quicker than Beth and the girls would've hoped. Beth had been betting on Rio not showing up but unfortunately for her…he did. He and Mick had arrived just a few moments after the club got packed with eager men who were ready to spend their money. The mother of two did her best to ignore him as she sipped on her strawberry margarita. Her shoulders relaxed as the vodka settled her down. Friskily she adjusted her the cleavage of her v-neck blouse lower than its proper fit before her green eyes settled over to where he sat. Her breath hitched when their eyes met. He had been already looking at her when she turned to look at him. Rio was the type of man to cause shivers to run across her skin. Her palms grew sweaty and the valley between her thighs grew even more moist. She couldn't help but shift in her seat.

Meanwhile, Epiphany had arrived late with rollers in her hair while dressed in a fluffy pink 'Playboy Bunny' robe as she rushed into the club through the back door. Speed walking to the locker room, her fuschia-pink kitten heels clicked loudly behind her. Bags under her eyes from cramming in back-to-back study sessions after a long night to early morning house party hopping. The girl was beaten but that was nothing that her favorite concealer couldn't fix. Once she'd removed her robe and carried her Prada cosmetic bag to the lined vanity in the dressing room; Epiphany worked quickly in the mirror to apply shimmery fuschia and gold eyeshadow.. She then sprayed her thick thighs and perky breasts with glittery golden bronzer. A bubbly voice quickly caught her attention causing Epiphany to look up into the mirror. A topless brunette smiled widely at her. "Hey, what's up?" Epiphany greeted her.

"Hi! I'm Krystal." She grinned, "You must be the new girl Annie's been talking about. Definitely Gorg, you're totally giving Selma Hayak vibes from that vamp movie. Beth didn't think you'd show. She and Annie wouldn't stop fussing over it, total bummer."

The woman was an endless chatterbox and Epiphany wasn't able to get a word in. So, instead, she focused on undoing her rollerset and teasing out her curls until she achieved her desired look. As she switched her kitten heels for stilettos the beat of her introductory song started to play and Epiphany sashayed her way onto the stage. The place was packed with men.

Their lust-filled eyes fueled her ego. The coke-bottle-shaped Latina swayed her hips and arched her back to wiggle her ass to the crowd. With a swift motion Epiphany wrapped her right leg around the pole as she grabbed onto her breasts. She swirled down along the pole as if she were licking along a lollipop. and as the beat of the music sped up her negligee tugged off. The roaring of the crowd and the rain of money arose as she fondled her breasts and rocked her hips against the pole. Her bra dropped the moment the beat did. Epiphany worked her body around the pole like a snake. Slow and sultry. Her plump ass in the air generously jiggled towards the crowd like jelly freshly spread on toast. The hibiscus scent of her hair flowed throughout the air as she flipped her bombshell curls around.

"Jesus, she's pretty vulgar huh?" Beth grimaces to Annie and Ruby.

'Dude she's hot." Annie sighed with dreamy eyes.

When Epiphany flipped her head back and eyed the crowd she was met with dark brown eyes. To put it plainly, The man seated at the back table was devilishly handsome. She could feel his eyes on her. Fuck he was hot. His type of hot stood out in any crowd. A heavy hitter. Epiphany wasn't like most girls growing up who fawned over pop stars and Disney stars. No. She yearned for men like Tony Montana. Her life changed the day she saw Scarface at the tender age of twelve. Men with power, drugs, and the promise of a diamond-studded lifestyle were what fueled her. She yearned to spread her legs like butterfly wings for him.

Curving the corner of her lips, Epiphany sent him a sultry smirk. Swirling around the pole she stood on her right leg as she slowly rose her right in the air. Empathizing the curve of her hips she buckled forward with her hand gliding down her sweaty, glitter-glistening skin. Her gaze locked into his as she slipped her hand into her shimmery lavender g-string. A teasing peak at her waxed kitty kat as she rolled and shook her hips. The way the eagle-neck-tatted gangster bit his lip as he watched her made her pussy wet as she toyed with her strings. She yearned to spread her butterfly wings for him.

Epiphany had blown him a kiss directly before twirling off stage as their eyes met once more. His cocky grin made her heart flutter with glee. "Omg that was fucking awesome girl!" Krystal squealed as soon as Epiphany had gotten into the dressing room. "Can you show me how to do that butt jiggle thingy you do? Looks wild."

Snickering, Epiphany nodded as she went to retrieve a water bottle from the mini fridge,"Yeah sure". she replied breathlessly before quenching her thirst. The two women exchanged numbers before they'd gone back to occupying themselves. Epiphany freshened up in the bathroom with her feminine products before she had changed into a mini wine-red babydoll dress.

She reapplied her lip gloss as she made her way outside to the bar. The dancer barely made it to one of the stools before being engulfed into a tight hug by Annie,``Dude that was epic! you gotta show me some of the moves to work on Kevin." The youngest boland sibling took a seat on the bar stools beside Epiphany.

"Ew Annie, not the homeless dude."Epiphany grimaced, "Maybe we can teach him those moves so he can get on the pole and earn some cash."

"You know that'd actually be pretty hot?" Annie agreed with a laugh before she ordered a beer.

Her eyes skimmed around the crowded area until her attention narrowed in on the handsome gangster conversing with Beth. Fires of desire flamed her eyes, matching the fire in between her thighs, "Who's that?" she asked with a soft nudge to Annie's shoulder. Beth's sister followed Epiphany's gaze, her nose slightly scrunching.

"Oh that's Rio." Annie proceeds to take a sip of her beer, "Or as i say gang friend. Well…my gang friend. Beth's kinda dating him now,,.unofficially."

"Yeah right." Epiphany snickered before taking a sip from her Corona, "She's way out his league." her chocolate brown eyes ranked his slim frame. He looked so delicious in black. She wanted to just run her tongue across his neck tattoo.

"Hey. What happened to feminism? dude? Us girls have to stitch together." Annie frowned, "That isn't nice, Beth's a total milf."

Epiphany let out a melodic sinister laugh as she flipped her curls over her shoulder, "Feminism is a fucking joke Annie, No offense to your sister. But no one hates women more than other women. It's like in our DNA to be territorial and competitive." she took another sip of her beer before proceeding,"He's simply too divine for me not to indulge in." sighing dreamily she looked at Rio once more.

Annie kept quiet at first before her eyes widened, "You're gonna seriously get at him?"

"And swallow him whole." Epiphany winked before slipping out of her seat.

Making her way through the crowd she could feel eyes on her as she briefly passed by both RIo and Beth. The sound of the music and chit chatter died down as she walked down the hall that led to the dressing rooms. Her clicky footsteps were masked by heavy footsteps.

"Hey superstar…that was some performance." His voice was smokey despite his arrogantly teasing tone. Deep, aged like fine whiskey. His touch was warm despite his fingers only brushing at her wrist. Which caused her to turn around to face him. The two eyed one another like two lions who'd caught their prey. Under the blue lights the mutual feeling of raw-primal desire made the air grow thick. Hotter.

"Well I had a captivating audience to motivate me." Epiphany replied as she looked up at him. Breathing in his scent as he got closer; she couldn't but breathe him in. He smelt of a deep and rich musky aroma like cuban tobacco yet also sweet. Like vanilla. A milky vanilla similar to that was soft and comforting. Similar to the scent of coconut milk put through a milk frother

"Oh yeah I bet you did." he let out a rasped chuckle as his eyes flickered from her eyes down to her body. "What's your name?"

"Epiphany."

"Your mama gave you a beautiful name, Epiphany." The way her name rolled off his tongue like smooth butter made her want to come undone.

"Not much else." The light in her eyes dimmed for a split second before she smiled at him, "What's yours? Bet I could guess."

"Be my guest." he nodded.

"Rio." His name sensually purred off her lips.

"I see you've been asking about me then." Rio let out a deeply rumbling laugh as he edged closer to her. Her chest pressed against a few inches above his waist.

"Nah I'm just psychic." Epiphany teased.

The two shared a chuckle before he licked his blush-pink lips. "So, you need a ride?"

"On top of you or in your car?" Her challenging yet teasing banter caused Rio's left brow to rise. And nothing was more alluring than his laughter she was convinced.

"Both."

No other words were uttered nor needed to be said after that. Ephipany allowed herself to be whisked away by him. The pair left the back entrance and got into his Benz truck. A night of their bodies saying everything words weren't good enough to say was in store.

♡𓆪𓆩♡𓆪𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪𓆩♡𓆪☆♡𓆪𓆩♡⊹˚.♡

@darqchilddaydreamz @danzer8705

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dtmacgxstorys · 5 months ago

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Andrew Kreiss X Reader!

This is an Andrew Kreiss/Grave Keeper X Gender Neutral Fluff, probably some cursing! (I never have a solid idea, I just started writing!)

Note: I do not see Andrew Kreiss as shy, He may come across that way in the story, But he's just not used to talking to people. He's not used to people Wanting to talk with him.

You have been living in The Oletus Manor for a year & a half now. You have become close friends with Luca Balsa, Victor Grantz & Edgar Valden. Tracy Reznik, Demi Bourbon, Mike Morton & Joker also enjoy your company! About a year ago, you developed feelings for a tall man with albinism, Andrew Kreiss, also known as the grave keeper. You fell hard & fast for him & the few times you got to talk with him, you fell even further in love with him.

You found his reserved personality adorable, especially considering his intimidating size. Luca, Tracy, Demi & Victor found out about your crush on Andrew relatively quickly. Luca Tracy & Demi relentlessly teased you about it, but never in front of or in earshot of Andrew.

A week after they found out: "Wait, you're telling us you've had a crush on him for almost a year!?" Luca & Tracy said at the same time. "Have you spoken to him in that time?" Demi asked. "Yeah, actually I have. Just,... not about my feelings for him." "That's good at least!" Demi replied. "Hi Y/N, what we talking about?" You trun to great a Familiar cherry face. "Hi Mike, Joker, we're... um..." "Hey, I thought we were-" Mike was cut off by Luca covering is mouth. "oh, hi Y/N, a-and everyone else!" Andrew said as he came into the hallway.

"Oh, Hi Andrew, are we in your way?" "Oh, no no, I was just on my way to the garden." He quickly replied. "Oh, OK, See you later than!" "... yeah, see you later, Y/N." He said, heading towards the garden. After Andrew was out of sight, Luca lat go of Mike. "Sorry." Luca said to Mike. Mike had a big smile on his face while looking at you. "... what?" You said looking at him. "Mike, No!" Joker chimed in. "Go after him, right now, Gogo!" Mike said while gently pushing you.

"Wow wow, slow your roll ther Mike!" Tracy & Luca said, grabbing Mike & bulling him away from you. "What, it's clear that Andrew likes them too." "What, Wait, really?" You said, looking at Mike in disbelief. Everyone else looks at you & Mike with a mix of worry & concern. "... so, you all think so too?" You ask your friends. "We don't want to get your hopes up." Demi said. "But, yes." Tracy & Luca said. "He seemed a little disappointed that you don't ask to go with him to the garden." Joker said quietly.

"Even if he does, I think you need to take things slow with Andrew." Victor, the voice of reason of the group finally spoke up. "Yes, thank you Victor." Demi said. "You're right. Thanks Victor." You said. "You're welcome!" Victor said.

Some days have passed since taking with your friends about Andrew. You noticed that for breakfast & lunch, Andrew makes an effort to sit across from you or next to you to talk with you. He sometimes did so, but never for both meals & two days in a row.

Victor & Luca are sitting next to you for dinner. "Why do I feel like Andrew is jealous of us?" Luca asked you quickly. You glanced up accos to see Andrew glaring at Victor & Luca. "I mean, I know Luca flirts with you sometimes, but he flirts with almost everyone." Victor wispers to you. "I can still hear you, Victor." Luca said

Later that night, you're sitting on a window seat looking out to the night sky. "beautiful night, isn't it?" You lift your head up to see Andrew kneeling next to you, his arms on the window seat also looking outside. "How long have you been here?" You ask him. "S-sorry, I only just got here, I d-didn't mean to disturb you or creep you out. I-i'll just leave." He said kind of quickly as he's about to get up & leave. "It's Ok Andrew, I'm just surprised I didn't hear you coming." You said rubbing his shoulder.

"o-oh, s-sorry about that." He said going back to a comfortable position. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence for a little while. "h-hay Y/N, .... do you actually l-like talk w-with me?" He asked, braking the silence. You look at him, a little bit surprised. "Of course I do Andrew!"

"... w-what do you t-thing of me?" He asked barely above a wisper. You yawn. "So sorry, what did you say?" You ask him. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." He said while getting up. "h-hay, can you follow me outside, I w-what to show you something." He said, looking down at you. Your eyes widen. "Oh!? Ok!" You quickly get up & follow him downstairs to the back of the manor. He opens the door for you, follow you out & close the door. "So, where are we going?" You ask, now wied awake, eager to find out what he wants to show you.

"You will see soon enough." He said with a small smile on his face. You blush, seeing him smile at you. You follow him to a smile building. "Sooo.... what do you want to show me?" He go's to the side of the building, where are nobody can see you two. "... d-do you trust me?" He asked, holding his hand out to you. You look at the ground, then at Andrew. "... I Do!" You said, taking his hand & following him around to the side of the building.

On the side of the building is a good size planter full of your favorite flowers/colors & Iris's. "Oh Andrew, they're all so beautiful, did you have any help planning them?" You ask. "Emma wanted to help, but I show her I knew what I was doing." "Wow, you have all my favorite colors here too!" He walks over to an Iris, carefully cuts one, walk over to you & gently place's it in your hair. "But t-there beauti don't compare to you." He said looking into your eyes with a look in his eyes you have never seen before.

You stood there quiet but blushing. You must have been to quit for too long, though, because he started panicking. "I-i'm s-so s-sorry, d-did I over step o-or come off t-too strong, s-shit shit, I f-fucked up d-didn't I?" He said as he covered his face. "Nono, Andrew Darling, i-it's ok, I was just shocked." You said hugging him. He must have started crying because you heard him snuffle a little bit. "... w-wait, ... d-do y-you l-l-love me too." "Yes! I Do! I love you so much Andrew Kreiss!"

He pulled away from you and grabbed your cheeks, then, he gave you a gentle but passionate kiss. Your eyes widened at first because of how sudden it was, but, you close your eyes & kiss him back. The moment he realizes this, it turns into a little makeout session. You don't resist, but you are very surprised by this. After some time, the two of you pull away for air. "s-sorry, w-was that too much, i-i-i've been m-meaning to tell y-you f-for t-two m-months n-now a-and-" You grab his cheeks, cutting him off.

"Andrew, Andrew Baby, it's ok, i-i love it, I Love you!" You said kissing him on the cheek. "I love you too Y/N, my angel!"

End! UwU

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supernaturalscribe67 · 11 months ago

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In Plain Sight

Words: 6,968

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: Sam/Dean Winchester x Male!Winchester!Reader [Platonic]

Warning(s): Language, fear of rejection, brothers keeping secrets, Dean being a teasing asshole as always, Supportive family, The Reader's boyfriend is a total himbo

Summary: The reader has been keeping a secret from his brothers his entire life. The reader is gay, and it was something that he had always kept from Sam and Dean in fear of their reaction. What happens when Sam and Dean stumble upon a moment between the reader and his boyfriend? How will they react?

Request:

Hi! Don’t know if your doing requests or not, BUT if you are can you do one where Dean and Sam have an Older brother who is gay and has a boyfriend but hides it because he doesn’t think that Sam and Dean would approve that he like guys and has a boyfriend, and one night where Sam and Dean go out on a hunt and their supposed to be gone for a week but come back early and find their older brother with his boyfriend passed out on the couch with a movie playing

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A/N: Words cannot even begin to describe how sorry I am for taking over a month to get this out. So much has been going on in my life, specifically at work. I could write a twelve-book series about all the drama that has been going on at work. You guys can't even BEGIN to imagine, especially everything that has been happening in the last week. I mean, it's baffling. Regardless, here's the story, finally! I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing this!

~ Much love!

(Y/N) laid on the couch in the Men of Letters bunker. A blanket was draped over his body loosely, and the corner of the fabric lay limply on the floor. A box of Kleenex sat on the floor next to the sofa, crumpled-up tissues tossed here and there in a small waste bin placed next to (Y/N)’s head. There was some cheesy medical drama show playing in the background on the television that he was barely paying attention to.

As the show went to commercial break, the sound of a pair of footsteps echoed down the hallway, approaching the open door. (Y/N) glanced up as Sam and Dean appeared in the doorway, their duffel bags slung over their shoulders. Dean peered in and eyed him.

“Hey, man, how’re you feeling?” He asked.

(Y/N) cleared his throat and brought the blanket further up his body, placing it directly under his chin. “Still feel kinda shitty,” he replied, his voice low and scratchy.

“That sucks,” Dean shook his head. “I’m surprised Sammy and I haven’t got anything from you, yet,”

“Honestly, me too,”

“Are you sure you’re okay with staying here while we go on the hunt?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah, it’s a simple salt ‘n burn. At least that’s what Garth says. You guys will be alright.”

They both nodded. “Well, we’ll call you when we get there.” Dean gave a brief wave.

(Y/N) smiled softly. “Alright, see you guys later,” he waved at them.

“See ya’.” They spoke in unison as they walked out of the room.

(Y/N) turned his head back to the television, but didn’t listen to the line delivery. Rather, he listened to their steps. He listened as they slowly faded in the distance, followed by the heavy sound of the bunker door opening and closing. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest from anxiety and anticipation. Even with how far he was from the garage, he could still hear the roar of the Impala’s engine. He waited as it gradually softened before disappearing from the vicinity.

When all he could hear was the sound from the medical drama, he broke out into a smile and threw the blanket off of his body, sitting up quicker than he ever had before. He rapidly took out his phone from his pocket and went to his contact list. He dialed the number marked Quinn (Hunter/Cincinnati) and called.

Quinn was a fellow hunter that he, Sam, and Dean had met when they were on the road a little over two years ago after they got wind of a Wendigo in Ohio. What started as a typical hunting partnership turned into a celebration at the bar, which later turned into a night of (Y/N) and Quinn sharing the same bed. Since then, the two of them would text and call each other, asking each other for advice on hunts, getting to know one another, and, on occasion, scheduling a time and place for them to meet up if they were close enough. It was evident months after the two of them began communicating that they started to develop feelings. It wasn’t just casual sex to let out pent-up frustration, there were emotions behind the act, and both of them knew it. Quinn was the one who spoke up first. When prompted with the idea of making their relationship official, (Y/N) was hesitant, but he couldn’t deny the feeling that welled deep inside of him and accepted. Under one condition;

Sam and Dean couldn’t know.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his brothers, or feared they wouldn’t like Quinn. Quite the contrary, he knew they would like him. Quinn’s personality was the perfect mixture of Sam and Dean. A badass flirt with the heart of a big nerd. He would fit right into their group. But there was one big secret that he had been keeping from his brothers his entire life, and he wasn’t yet prepared to make it public.

Sam and Dean didn’t know he was gay.

True, he never outwardly told them he was straight, but he also never attempted to flirt with anyone at the bar in front of them. Whenever they would question him about it (more specifically Dean), he would always brush him off and tell him how tired he was after the hunt. He never lied to them. He was always tired after hunts. Yet he knew, deep down, that wasn’t the only reason why. He would trick himself into thinking he didn’t know the reason behind his hesitancy, but he knew.

He couldn’t blame it on any event in particular, but he understood that his upbringing had a lot to do with his reluctance. With the lack of acceptance he saw from his father on a variety of topics and how influential their father was on Sam and Dean’s views - despite what Sam would say - he was anxious about the way his brothers would react if he came out to them. The worst-case scenario always popped into mind when he considered coming out to them. The idea that they wouldn’t accept him, that they would turn their backs on him, and that was the last thing he wanted. He would rather keep himself closeted for the rest of his life than risk it.

That was why he decided to feign his illness to spend quality time with his boyfriend. He planned to have Quinn spend a couple of days with him, going out with him on different dates, and doing various activities together, and, the day before Sam and Dean would get back, Quinn would head out and be back on the road while (Y/N) would go back to pretending he was in recovery. It was a foolproof plan.

He was sure of it.

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Quinn arrived three hours after Sam and Dean had left. (Y/N) was quick to open the bunker door as soon as the knocking echoed throughout the halls. Quinn had a bright smile on his face. Clad in a loose-fitting plaid shirt, jeans, and combat boots, Quinn stood a couple of inches taller than (Y/N). His black hair was slicked back neatly, just like it was on their first official date, and his beard appeared to have been trimmed recently.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Quinn greeted in his heavy Midwestern accent.

“Hey, glad you made it,” (Y/N) reached a hand up and cupped his cheek gently.

Quinn pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders. “Had to drive around once or twice because I couldn’t find that little makeshift driveway y’all made, but other than that…” Quinn wrapped his arms around his waist.

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “Well, it’s supposed to be hidden.”

Quinn smirked. “And you did a damn good job hiding it,” He mumbled before he leaned down, connecting their lips.

(Y/N) chuckled into the kiss, his eyes closing. His heart never failed to flutter every time Quinn kissed him. In a sense, (Y/N) felt the same as he did when he was in high school and had a crush on a boy in his class. Whenever Quinn was near him, holding his hand, and kissing him, he could feel the swarm of butterflies flying around in his gut. It was refreshing to his aging mind to feel as young as he did when he was around his boyfriend.

Quinn was the first to pull away, the smile never leaving his lips as he stared lovingly into (Y/N)’s eyes. He pressed their foreheads together. “So, it’s just gonna be us?”

“Just us for the whole week.”

Quinn hummed and kissed his cheek before he stood up straight. “Why don’t you show me around then? I’ve heard some stories about the Men of Letters here and there, but nothing much. I’m kind of excited to see what they have hidden down here.” Quinn stepped past the threshold and into the bunker.

“God, you sound just like my brother.” (Y/N) mumbled as he shut the door. “Always excited to research everything you find interesting.”

“Sounds like someone I’d get along with then. I’d love to meet him again someday.” Quinn hinted with a raised brow.

“Yeah…some day.”

(Y/N) gestured toward the stairs and began to walk down, Quinn a couple of steps behind him.

“So, you haven’t told them yet.” It was phrased more like a statement than a question. “I thought you would have told them by now.”

(Y/N) sighed as he got to the bottom of the stairs and turned back toward Quinn. “I was going to tell them…at some point. It just…never came up.”

“And, what, this wasn’t a time when it could have been brought up?”

“You know how I feel about telling them, Quinn.”

“I know, darlin’, I know. But we’ve been together for almost two years now. It was fun sneaking around in the beginning, but…” Quinn trailed. “(Y/N), I love you, and I see myself wanting to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter how short it will be, but I don’t want it to be in secret.” Quinn slowly took a couple of steps towards (Y/N) and grasped his hands in his. “I want you to be proud of our relationship,”

“I am proud of us,”

“Proud enough to tell your brothers?”

(Y/N) opened his mouth to reply, but he found it nearly impossible to lie to him. He wanted to say that he was confident enough to tell Sam and Dean. Confident enough to finally tell them what he had been hiding from them for years. Yet there was still that voice in the back of his head convincing him otherwise.

Quinn sighed after (Y/N) failed to answer. “Tell you what? We can talk about it before I leave, okay? How about we use this time to enjoy ourselves?”

(Y/N) glanced down at their hands for a moment. “You won’t be upset if we don’t talk about it right now?”

“No, sweetheart, I won’t. I promise,” he smiled. “I love you too much to stay mad at you for long.”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled.

Quinn chuckled. “Now, why don’t you show me around?”

*~*

After giving a brief tour of the bunker, accompanied by some oohs and awes from Quinn, (Y/N) helped him get set up in their shared bedroom. It was exciting. Even though Quinn was only staying for a couple of days, it would be the longest that the two of them had spent together consecutively, and that meant the world to (Y/N). He considered it his first taste of normalcy. A view of the ‘apple pie life’ as his brother called it.

Some would argue that the discovery of the bunker should be considered his first experience with a normal life. He permanently had a roof over his head, a place to call home. But it’s difficult to consider the bunker a ‘home’ in terms of ‘normal’ when his job was hunting. He was surrounded by his job, day in and day out, haunted by the spirits of the men who hunted before him. No, home to him was a two-story colonial, painted blue, with a white picket fence surrounding the front and back yards. Sure, the bunker was safe, and kept the dangers away while they had a chance to relax, but it wasn’t a home. It never felt like a home, not truly. At least, (Y/N) didn’t think that’s what a home should feel like.

Regardless, he had a feeling that, with Quinn by his side for the week, he would get a small glimpse into the reality he could have. A reality where hunting wasn’t a part of his life, where he wasn’t put in harm's way on a day-to-day basis with minimal pay - if you considered credit card fraud and hustling a paycheck. And the mere idea of experiencing such a life, even for a brief moment, sent a level of excitement through him and made him more anxious about the days to come.

For most of the day, Quinn explored the bunker, asking questions about various artifacts placed on display and getting less-than-satisfactory answers from his partner. His main level of interest was focused on the library, and the variety of research material scattered around the aged shelves. (Y/N) thought it was cute how excited he was, and he didn’t mind that his boyfriend’s attention was mainly attached to the bunker and not him. He had Quinn with him for a whole week, and he was thoroughly enjoying himself just by being in the same room as him.

They cooked dinner together that night, a basic pasta recipe one of them found online. Something was satisfying and romantic about the entire experience. In a way, they felt like newlyweds, having their first dinner in the very first house they bought together. It truly was as if they were staring through a lens at a reality they could have, and it was peaceful.

After dinner, the two of them sat in the living room - Dean’s ‘Man Cave’ as he likes to call it - with a movie cued up on the television, blankets covering their bodies, and pillows behind their backs for support. Quinn leaned back against the couch, one leg elevated on the rest of the couch, and one arm wrapped around (Y/N)’s shoulders. (Y/N)’s head rested on Quinn’s shoulder, an arm wrapped around his back, as they watched the movie. A bowl of popcorn sat on Quinn’s lap and the two of them snacked on it occasionally.

Well, more than occasionally.

Quinn reached his hand into the bowl but stopped when his fingertips scraped along the buttery plastic bottom. He looked down and noticed the bowl was empty. The movie was only a quarter of the way over, and he knew that the two of them would need more snacks if they were going to make it the rest of the way.

“Hey, go ahead and pause it. I’m going to go get us some more popcorn.” Quinn gestured towards the TV.

(Y/N) sat up, grabbed the remote, and paused the movie. Quinn grunted as he stood up and stretched his back. A faint pop could be heard. Quinn let out a satisfied sigh as he looked down at his boyfriend.

“Do you want anything? Snacks or a drink?”

(Y/N) hummed. “I put some M&Ms on the top shelf in the glass cabinet. If you wouldn’t mind getting those, that would be great.”

Quinn furrowed his brows. “The glass cabinet? Why the hell did you put them there?”

“Trust me, if you know Dean Winchester, that man can snack,” (Y/N) rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I tried hiding my snacks everywhere in my room, but he always managed to find them. I’m waiting for him to find this stash.”

Quinn chuckled. “Okay, now I know I’ll get along with your brothers.” He turned and began to walk out of the room.

(Y/N) narrowed his eyes and pointed at him. “If you tell Dean about my stash, I’ll kill you.”

Quinn pushed his bottom lip out, held up his free hand in surrender, and wordlessly walked out of the room.

When Quinn left, (Y/N) let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Even when he wasn’t in the room, knowing his boyfriend was in the same building as him made his heart flutter. A smile spread across his lips as he lowered himself onto the couch, lying on his side where Quinn had been sitting. He pulled the blanket closer to his body and let out a surprising giggle. A part of him felt pathetic for acting as such, but the other part adored it. Loved the way that Quinn made him feel. It only made the connection between them stronger, and that made (Y/N) look forward to their time together even more.

It didn’t take long for Quinn to return, the scent of fresh popcorn wafting into the living room. Quinn stopped as he passed through the door. He stared at (Y/N) for a moment before he walked in front of the couch. He held the bowl of popcorn in one hand and (Y/N)’s M&Ms in the other. He gestured down at him.

“I was sitting there,” he smirked.

(Y/N) raised a brow and glanced down at the couch. “Oh, were you?” He questioned, his smirk placed on his face as he snuggled deeper into the cushion.

Quinn deadpanned, head tilted to the side. After hesitating for a couple of seconds, he silently nodded, set the bowl of popcorn and package of M&Ms on the ground next to the couch, and began to climb on top of (Y/N).

“What are you doing!?” (Y/N) exclaimed with an amused, yet startled tone.

“Laying down,” Quinn couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on his face.

Quinn laid down on (Y/N), blanketing his body with his. (Y/N) groaned.

“You’re so heavy!” He whined.

Quinn laughed. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of (Y/N)’s neck and adjusted himself on top of him. “But you’re so comfy,”

(Y/N) let out a sigh and looked down at Quinn with raised brows. Quinn glanced up at him and gave him a bright, white smile. (Y/N) smirked.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said as he reached his hand up and began to rake his fingers through Quinn’s soft hair.

“I know,”

(Y/N) rolled his eyes. “Well, here,” he mumbled as he shifted under Quinn’s weight. He adjusted himself so his legs were placed on either side of Quinn’s body, and Quinn was lying comfortably across (Y/N)’s chest and stomach. (Y/N) let out a breath of relief. “There, better. Now you’re not so heavy,” he teased.

Quinn glared at him and stuck his tongue out. He then laid his head on his chest gently, eyes cast towards the television. (Y/N) chuckled, his chest rumbling. He reached down, grabbed the remote, and, before he pressed ‘play’, pressed a kiss to Quinn’s temple.

“I love you,” he spoke softly.

Quinn glanced up at him, as if studying him, for a brief moment before a smile crept across his lips. “I love you, too, baby,”

*~*

The hunt was a bust. What started as a potential salt and burn turned out to be some ghost-hunting TV personality wannabe who wanted her fifteen minutes of fame. The whole thing was a hoax. A waste of time, and a waste of gas. Dean wasn’t too happy about it, but a part of him was glad that he was able to get back to his bed sooner, rather than have his back stabbed by some cheap boxspring. His memory foam mattress sure had him spoiled. Sam, on the other hand, was excited to get back to the bunker to check in on their brother. They hadn’t called him since they left, and he was anxious to see if he was feeling any better. Granted, he didn’t know how well someone could feel in less than twenty-four hours, but he hoped that he would feel even slightly like his normal self.

He had been sick for over a week, after all.

They pulled into the bunker around four in the morning, no doubt thinking the rumbling of the Impala’s engine would wake their brother. Even in the deepest parts of the bunker, it was nearly impossible to miss the sound of the Impala approaching, and Dean thought it was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

“I’m going to have Garth pay me back for all that gas I just wasted,” Dean grumbled as he climbed out of the Impala.

“Don’t,” Sam mumbled. “He didn’t know the hunt was going to be bogus.”

“The article was a week old, Sam, you said so yourself. You would think that he would do a bit more digging before sending us on a wild goose chase,” Dean opened up the trunk and grabbed his duffel bag.

“Dean,”

“And another thing! Do you know how many times I had to stop and get gas?”

Sam sighed, his movements sluggish, showing his evident exhaustion. “Yes, Dean, I know, I was there. Remember?”

“Twice! Garth owes me a hundred and twenty bucks for having to fill up that much because he didn’t give a shit enough to look more into the hunt.”

Sam reached a hand up and ran his thumb and forefinger against his heavy eyelids. “Dean, we’re home, okay? Let’s just go in, check on (Y/N), and go to bed.”

Dean opened his mouth to retort, but closed it, instead, letting his shoulders slump. He found he was too tired to argue. “Fine,” he grumbled, tossed his duffel bag over his shoulder, and wrapped his thumb around the strap.

The two ventured into the bunker, the familiarity, safety, and comfort of it all causing the exhaustion to double down on them. Sam let out a deep yawn as they stumbled down the stairs with heavy steps.

“Where do you think (Y/N) is?” Dean asked, the corner of his mouth opening as he yawned as well.

Sam shrugged his shoulders. “Probably his room. Probably asleep for the night,”

“Alright, I’ll check in on him. Make sure he’s not dying.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “He’ll be fine,” he grumbled.

They walked down the hallway to their respective rooms. Sam wandered into his room, leaving the door open as Dean walked down to his. Sam turned on the lamp from his nightstand and winced slightly at the harsh yellow light. He placed his bag at the corner of his bed and made his way over to the dresser. He was at least thankful for the fact he didn’t use any of the clothes he had packed. Less laundry he would have to do. He kicked off his boots and moved them over to the side of his dresser before he unzipped his duffel bag and began to place all of the clothes he had packed back into their designated spots.

“Sammy!” Dean’s voice echoed through the hall. “He’s not in his room!”

Sam furrowed his brows and glanced towards the open door. “Did you check the bathroom?”

It was silent for a couple of seconds as Sam finished organizing his dresser. Soon, footsteps approached, which caused him to turn back to the door. Dean stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He gestured with his thumb down the hallway.

“He’s not in the bathroom either.” He said.

Sam furrowed his brows and hummed. He ran his hand tiredly through his hair. “He was on the couch when we left. Maybe he’s there.”

“Right, right, I’ll go check.”

Dean pushed himself off of the doorframe and walked away. Sam could practically feel the exhaustion starting to overwhelm him. He was used to staying up for hours on end, especially when it came to necessary research for a hunt. However, with all the driving they did that day, Dean’s constant bickering, and the endless classic rock songs, the day took a lot out of him. It didn’t help that he hadn’t had any caffeine either. He hoped that Dean would be able to find their brother so he could crawl into bed and sleep for an eternity.

As soon as Dean left, Sam took his empty duffel bag and placed it on the floor next to his shoes. He then walked over to his door, closed it gently, and wandered back over to his dresser, where he proceeded to change into his nightwear. Once the jeans and flannel were off his body, he felt a sense of relaxation, and even more tired than he had been before.

Just as he pulled on his sweats, his door swung open. He jumped and turned around, eyes wide. Dean stood in the doorway, a massive grin spread across his lips.

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed. “I was changing.”

“Sorry,” Dean waved him off and shook his head. “Sammy…you gotta come see this.”

Sam walked over to him. “What’s up? Is (Y/N) okay?”

Dean snorted. “Oh, he is more than okay. Now, come on,” he gestured towards himself. “But you gotta be quiet.”

Sam looked at Dean for a moment, brows furrowed, before Dean turned and began to head back down the hallway. Sam followed, the two of them walking silently. Now and then, Dean would glance back at his brother, a child-like glimmer in his eye, the look only causing further confusion.

“Stop looking at me like that, you’re creeping me out,” Sam said with an unsteady tone.

Dean shushed him, placing his index finger against his lips, as they stopped in front of the open living room door. Carefully, Dean took a step into the room and pointed to the couch.

“Look,” he whispered.

Sam stared at Dean before he, too, stepped into the room, peering inside. His eyes landed on the sofa. At the sight before him, his eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

When he first saw the look of giddiness in his brother’s eyes, he didn’t know what he was expecting to find. He was too tired to come up with any type of logical explanation at that point. The last thing he would have predicted, though, something that wouldn’t have even crossed his mind, was the image placed directly in front of him. He would have never guessed he would find his oldest brother with a man lying on his chest, peacefully asleep on the couch.

It took Sam a bit to realize his shocked expression was still on his face. He corrected it and crossed his arms as he slowly edged his way into the room, his footsteps light and quiet. Dean followed after him, his grin never wavering.

“So, I guess he wasn’t sick,” Sam whispered, leaning his body closer to Dean.

“Nope,” Dean whispered a little louder right back. “And you owe me twenty bucks,”

“For what?”

“Remember that bet we made?”

“Which one?”

“The one when we were at the bar in Illinois.”

“What? Six years ago?”

“Yeah! I told you that I bet he was gay.”

“This doesn’t mean he’s gay. He could be bisexual for all we know.” Sam shrugged.

Dean deadpanned. “Sammy, have you ever seen him pick up chicks?”

“Well, no, but-”

“The entire time we’ve known him, have you ever heard about him having a girlfriend?”

“No, but he could just be a private person.”

Dean rolled his eyes and let out a huff. “Well, I know I’m right.”

“How’re you so sure?”

“I’m his brother, I know him.”

“I’m his brother, too, dumbass.”

“Yeah, but you’re the baby. I’ve known him longer.”

Sam scoffed and shook his head. Dean threw his hands up dramatically.

“Why don’t we just ask him?” Dean asked as he walked closer to the couch.

“Dude, he’s sleeping,” Sam hissed between clenched teeth.

“And? It’s almost five o’clock. He needs to wake his ass up and introduce us to his boyfriend,”

Sam opened his mouth to say something else but found it difficult in his drained state. He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head as he watched Dean move to the end of the couch where (Y/N)’s head rested. Dean went to say something but stopped himself. He quickly reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and took a picture of (Y/N) and his mystery man. Dean chuckled deeply, chest rumbling.

“Real mature,” Sam mumbled.

“Oh, come on, I need it for blackmail later,” Dean replied, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Dean leaned back down, placing his hands on his knees, as he got closer to (Y/N)’s face. “(Y/N),” Dean said in a quiet singsong voice. “(Y/N),” he sang a little louder.

(Y/N) hummed.

“Time to get up, buddy,” Dean couldn’t resist the smirk that appeared.

“Five more minutes,” (Y/N) grumbled and turned his head away from his brother.

“(Y/N)!” Dean exclaimed, loud enough for his voice to reverberate off the walls.

(Y/N) jumped, eyes wide open, staring directly at Dean and Sam, filled with weariness and confusion. Dean stood up and backed away from him. He gave a small wave while Sam shot him a sympathetic look. (Y/N)’s gaze quickly shifted between his brothers as he blinked rapidly to wake himself up. He tried to sit up but remembered the heavy weight on his chest. He looked down at Quinn’s sleeping form. For a hunter, (Y/N) had to admit, Quinn was a heavy sleeper. He slapped Quinn on the shoulder.

“Quinn,” he said.

Quinn whined.

“Quinn,” he hissed.

“Couple more minutes, babe,”

(Y/N) closed his eyes and pressed his lips together tightly, trying to will away the red tinge that fought its way onto his cheeks. He slapped Quinn’s shoulder again, a little harder that time.

“Get up!”

Quinn groaned and opened his eyes. “What?” He looked up at (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked at him and gestured towards his brothers. Quinn turned his head and, immediately, his brows shot up, and he appeared more alert than ever. He sat up from his position on top of his boyfriend and scrambled to sit on the couch next to him.

“Oh, um,” Quinn cleared his throat as he situated himself on the couch, forearms resting on his knees, hands folded together.

(Y/N) sat up slowly, his body still riddled with sleep but progressively gaining a new feeling of anxiety. Of fear. He felt like a child that was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Despite the looks on his brothers’ faces, which preached the opposite of how he was feeling, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the worst-case scenario. He was convinced, at that moment with his brain fogged with interrupted slumber, that he had just spent his last night in the bunker.

“So…” Dean trailed before he gestured to Quinn. “Who’s this?”

(Y/N) looked over at Quinn before he cast his eyes down to the ground. “Um…” he paused, his mind racing, trying to think of an excuse. Trying to think of a lie that would sound convincing. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, nothing he thought of would work. His brothers would see right through it.

Quinn watched (Y/N) and noticed how much he struggled with getting the words out. He licked his lips and sat up. “I’m Quinn, I’m his-”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

“I mean, I would hope he’s your boyfriend. I think the way you guys were practically sleeping inside each other was a bit too much for just friends,” Dean replied and chuckled.

Sam sighed. “Dean, don’t be an ass.”

“I’m just saying,” Dean shrugged.

(Y/N) huffed before he slapped his hands on his knees and stood up. “You know what, it’s too early for this. If you’re going to yell, go ahead and yell. Just get it out of your system. I’ll just go ahead and start packing,” (Y/N) turned to leave the room. Quinn was quick to stand.

The smile vanished from Dean’s face for the first time since he discovered the two. “Hey, hey, hey, woah, woah,” Dean rushed over and gently grasped his brother’s arm to stop him. “Packing? Why?”

(Y/N) halted and turned to his brother. “I just…I figured-”

“What? That we would kick you out?”

(Y/N) pressed his lips together and looked down. Dean’s frown deepened as Sam padded closer to them.

“(Y/N),” Sam began. “We would never kick you out because of that. All because you have a boyfriend?”

“Wait, so…” (Y/N) furrowed his brows as he fully turned his body so he was facing Sam and Dean. “You guys don’t care that I’m gay?”

Dean immediately smacked Sam’s shoulder. “See? Told you! You owe me!”

“Okay, okay, hold on,” (Y/N) ran his hands down his face and shook his head. He suddenly felt a strong, warm arm wrap across his shoulders. He glanced up to see Quinn standing by his side, holding onto him. A comforting smile was on his face. (Y/N) then looked back at his brothers. “You bet on me being gay?”

“I said that you were gay. Sammy over here didn’t believe it for a minute.” Dean said smugly.

“It’s not that I didn’t believe it. We just didn’t have anything to go off of.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“I knew from the moment he turned that hot blonde down at the first bar we went to,” Dean nodded.

“Yeah, right,”

“I did! She was hot! He would have been stupid to turn him down if he was straight, which he isn’t.”

“He could have also had a type Dean.”

“Type my ass, that girl was everyone’s type,”

While his brothers bickered in front of him, (Y/N) watched them, mouth agape. Next to him, Quinn chuckled. He pressed a soft kiss to (Y/N)’s temple.

“How’re you feeling?” He whispered in his ear.

(Y/N) looked at him for a second before he stared back at his brothers, mouth still open, words seemingly unable to form. He was too in shock to think of anything to say. He was so busy convincing himself that his brothers would negatively view him after he came out to them that he never took into consideration the possibility of them being supportive. It was then he began to think of all the things they had supported him in through the years. They were always with him, always had his back, and he always had theirs. Sure, they had their fights, they had their moments, but they always came back together. They always talked it through.

In the end, he felt like a fool for thinking they would kick him out.

“Look, I need to ask something,” Sam chimed up, his attention now turned towards his eldest brother.

(Y/N)’s eyes flickered up at him. He closed his mouth, feeling that it had gone dry.

“(Y/N), what did we do to ever make you think we would kick you out? And, whatever it is, I’m sorry that we came across that way.” Sam continued.

Dean nodded. “Yeah, we never meant to do anything that made you think you couldn’t tell us.”

(Y/N) hesitated. “No, no, you guys, you guys didn’t do anything, um…it’s just…I…” Again, he was struggling to find the words to describe his thought process.

“He was projecting his own insecurity onto the situation,” Quinn said, nodding.

(Y/N) ran his tongue over his teeth and pursed his lips. He looked up at Quinn and gave him a tight smile. “You know, Quinn, that couch was pretty comfy, right?”

Quinn furrowed his brows at the statement. “Uh, yeah, I guess it was?”

“Would you like to sleep on it for the rest of your visit?”

Dean snorted and Sam pressed his lips into a thin line to hide the grin he was holding back.

“Uh, nope, no, I’m okay,”

“That’s what I thought,” (Y/N) shook his head and turned to his brothers. “No, guys, you didn’t do anything wrong. I guess…I don’t know, with the way that Dad was with us growing up, a part of me was afraid that that part of him would have rubbed off on you guys. I was severely overthinking it and I let the fear of what Dad would think overshadow how you guys truly are.” (Y/N) then looked back up at Quinn. “Was that a good way to describe it? Since it seems like you’re my shrink now?”

“That was wonderfully put, babe,” Quinn grinned widely.

(Y/N) rolled his eyes.

Sam chuckled. “Hey, I get it, okay?” Sam smiled comfortingly. “I wish that you would have told us sooner, but I’m glad we know now. Just know that we still love you, (Y/N), no matter who you date.”

“Unless you were dating a demon,” Dean interjected. “Or Crowley. Crowley is off limits.”

“Crowley isn’t my type anyway, so you don’t have to worry about that,” (Y/N) chuckled. “My type is more of a Midwest-Country hunter.” (Y/N) wrapped an arm around Quinn’s middle.

Quinn looked down at him with a small smile on his face. A couple of seconds ticked by before a look of realization crossed his face. “Oh! You mean me!”

(Y/N) deadpanned. “A Midwest-Country hunter who’s also an idiot at times.”

“But I’m your idiot.”

“Unfortunately,”

“Hey!”

“You guys are so cute,” Dean paused. “Makes me want to throw up.” He grimaced.

“So, wait, you’re a hunter?” Sam asked.

“Yeah! We met two years ago. I joined you guys on a hunt in Ohio. Columbus?”

Sam and Dean looked at each other before they both shook their heads.

“Sorry, man,” Dean said. “We see a lot of hunters while we’re out, and two years is a long time.”

Quinn waved him off. “I get it, don’t worry.”

“Only gives us more of a reason to get to know you,” Sam mumbled before a yawn erupted from his mouth. “But not tonight. How long are you staying for?”

“About a week,” Quinn shrugged. “If that’s alright, of course.”

“Yeah, yeah, no worries man. As long as you stay the Hell out of my room,” Dean fought back his yawn.

“Noted.” Quinn chuckled.

“Alright, well, it was nice meeting you, again, but we’re hitting the hay. The drive back was brutal.”

“Why are you guys back so early anyway? You never said anything.” (Y/N) asked.

“Well, you see, Garth-” Dean began.

Sam placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, pushing him towards the door. “We’ll explain when we get up. We need to get to bed and I don’t need to hear him complain anymore tonight. He’s been doing it all night.”

“Hey, I have not complained all night.”

“All night he has done nothing but complain.”

“I have not!”

Sam and Dean squabbled as they shuffled out of the room, their voices echoing down the hall. (Y/N) couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face as he listened.

“Goodnight!” He hollered once their voices started to soften.

There was a pause before both brothers simultaneously shouted, “Goodnight!” back.

(Y/N) snorted and shook his head. Suddenly, he felt Quinn wrap an arm around his waist, pulling his body close. (Y/N) turned and tilted his head to look up at him. Quinn rested his forehead against (Y/N)’s, their noses brushing against one another.

“Is it too late to say ‘I told you so’?” Quinn asked in a quiet, low voice.

(Y/N) pursed his lips in thought. “Well, it’s not too late for you to still sleep on the couch.”

Quinn snorted, his chest rumbling with his chuckle. “You love me too much to do that.”

“I guess,”

“You guess?” Quinn asked, his hands moving from (Y/N)’s back to his stomach. “You guess?”

(Y/N) tried to jerk away, but found that Quinn had a strong grasp on him. “Quinn,” he warned.

“You guess?” Quinn repeated before his fingers began to dance over (Y/N)’s stomach.

(Y/N) tried to stifle the laughter that was bubbling up inside his throat, but it was all to no avail. His attempts to move away from Quinn were futile as the laughs echoed in the room. Quinn had a goofy grin on his face.

“Quinn, stop!”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes!”

“Say it!”

“Dammit! I love you, you idiot!”

As soon as (Y/N) spoke, the tickling seized. The laughter died down and Quinn wrapped his arms around (Y/N), pulling him into a tight embrace. He began to litter (Y/N)’s face with kisses.

(Y/N) grimaced. “Stop it!” He whined, smiling.

Quinn let out a content sigh, pressing a final kiss to his temple. “I’m proud of you, you know that?”

“What?”

“I’m proud of you.”

“For what?”

Quinn pulled back so that he was able to look his boyfriend in his eyes. “For telling your brothers. For letting yourself be vulnerable like that. Now that’s the man I want to be with. The strong, badass, sometimes vulnerable hunter that is confident in himself. I can already see a change in you as soon as they told you they accepted you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

(Y/N) tilted his head to the side and looked up deep into Quinn’s eyes with much love and adoration. He leaned up and gently pressed a kiss against his lips. Quinn closed his eyes and kissed him back immediately. For the first time in a while, (Y/N) felt sparks as they kissed, as if they were kissing for the first time all over again. It made his chest flutter and his stomach stir with butterflies. It reinforced the idea that Quinn loved him, and he loved Quinn. They were with each other through thick and thin. Quinn was, indeed, the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

As they parted, they stared longingly into each other’s eyes, the passion never waning as Quinn reached a hand up to caress (Y/N)’s cheek.

“What do you say we go back to your room and cuddle? It’s still pretty early,” Quinn suggested.

“I like that idea. But no more sleeping on top of me.”

“Aw, come on, but you’re so comfy. How about we take turns? Now you can sleep on top of me.”

(Y/N) smirked. “It’s a deal.”

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raaorqtpbpdy · 7 months ago

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Get Well Soon

Danny is sick and his powers are going crazy.

For the prompt: Danny comes down with a nasty, but totally regular cold. It's not the first time he's been sick since he got his powers, and normally, it's no big deal, but this time his powers are acting up, setting off randomly every so often. It's never very long, but it IS getting hard to hide, especially as he starts to recover. (AKA: sickfic with shenanigans) [from @gottacatchghosts]

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Danny was dying. He was definitely gonna die. He was already half dead, but this vile infection was going to do him in the rest of the way. He moaned in pain and distress.

"Stop being so dramatic, Danny," Sam told him, rolling her eyes. "It's just a regular cold. It's not even a ghost flu or anything like that. It's a perfectly normal, run-of-the-mill cold, and you're gonna be fine."

"Are you sure about that, Sam?" Danny asked.

His voice was low and nasally, thanks to his stuffy nose and sore throat, and he promptly buried his face in his blankets and burst into a coughing fit.

When he looked up again, Sam was staring at him, wide-eyed.

He looked down at himself curiously, wondering what she was looking so freaked about. White gloves and black sleeves met his swimming vision.

"Just a normal cold, huh?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow—probably both actually. His muscle control wasn't the best at the moment.

"It is just a cold," she insisted. "We've already run the tests, and there's absolutely no chance at all that this virus is in any way ghost related. It's a regular cold, Danny. You're just gonna have to tough it out until it goes away."

Danny groaned in despair and agony.

"But Saaaammm."

"I don't know what you think I can do about it. I'm rich, not magic."

He groaned again, and Sam shuddered as the temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing, and a thin sheen of frost formed on Danny's window.

He'd had colds before since getting his powers, and normally, it wasn't that big a deal. It sucked, sure; being sick always sucked. But nothing like this had ever happened before. His powers had never acted up like this before, and he'd never lost control of his powers.

Sam walked over and opened his window to let the cold air escape.

"I've gotta get going," she told him apologetically. "You should change back before your parents come in to check on you. Fair warning, your mom was making soup when I came in."

"Thanks for the warning," he grumbled, and sniffed.

It took more concentration than usual to shift back into his Fenton form, but it seemed he hadn't completely lost control of his powers... yet, at least.

It was only a few minutes later that his mom came in, carrying a steaming mug full of chicken soup.

"Hi sweetie, how you feeling?" she asked, her voice dripping with sympathy.

"I feel half dead," Danny replied with a small smirk.

He felt a sneeze coming on, but held it in. He knew what would happen.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she told him pouted. "Do you need anything? Cough syrup? Hot tea? Marshmallows? Oh!"

She turned to look in her utility belt, and as she did so, Danny let loose a sneeze, and the accompanying ghost-ray that shot out from him and scorched the wall opposite his bed, only narrowly missing his mother.

"Your dad found his old Game Boy," she said, pulling out a device lat looked kind of like Tucker's PDA, but way more eighties. "You don't have to take it if you don't want, but since you're stuck in bed right now, it might be fun, just to pass the time."

Danny put his mug of soup down on his bedside table, wiped his sweaty hands off on his blankets, and took the device from his mom. Examining it to figure out how exactly it worked. The controls were fairly intuitive, but he couldn't find the 'on' button. His mother laughed softly.

Well if that keeps you entertained, then my work here is done. She patted her knees, stood up and walked out the door with a gentle, "Get well soon, sweetie."

As soon as the door closed, Danny sneezed again. A ghost ray shot out and his the door where his mother's head had been a moment before.

Yeah... he'd better get well soon.

The Game Boy only had Tetris, Pac-Man, and the Ghostbusters 2 video game, so Danny chose to play the one game that didn't have ghosts in it, only to discover rather quickly that he sucked ass at Tetris. That didn't stop him from trying, even though his record at this point was 16 lines.

He was starting to get chills now, but he remained steadfastly focused on his game until his dad came into the room.

"Ah, the old Game Boy," he said fondly, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to Danny. "You know, I can get all the way to level two hundred and fifty-six on Pac-Man. Spent a whole summer trying to get a perfect score, but I never quite got there."

"I'm playing Tetris," Danny said.

A chill wracked his body and he saw his hands disappear and gasped softly. Thankfully his dad didn't notice, or the man might've turned around to look and seen empty air where his son had been a moment before. Danny quickly turned himself visible again.

"Oh... yeah, there was a deal going when I bought the Game Boy," his dad explained, oblivious as usual to the paranormal activity happening behind him. "It came with a free copy of Tetris. I tried it a few times, but the best score I ever got was twenty rows before I finally gave up."

"Yeah," Danny commiserated. "I've only gotten up to 16 so far."

He shuddered again with a chill and turned invisible once more. Then his dad started to turn toward him and Danny desperately snapped back into the visible spectrum.

"Well, as long as you're having fun, that's all that matters," his dad said.

Danny smiled in response, just relieved he'd managed to turn visible again before his dad saw—or rather, didn't see.

They didn't talk long before his dad left, and he was in his room alone again, free to turn invisible as much as he liked—whether he wanted to or not.

It was more-or-less fine when he was mostly left alone in his room with no one to see his powers acting up. He was still sick, and he still felt like death, but at least he didn't have to worry to much about his secret identity being found out.

But a few days later, he started to recover. He could get up and walk around the house, and people spent more time around him because they were less worried about catching his cold. The problem with that was, even though he was on the mend, his powers were still acting up.

Once, when he was microwaving some soup, he randomly went intangible and fell halfway through the kitchen floor. Thankfully Jazz had been the only one to see, and she'd helped pull him back up, but if his parents had been there, he'd have been screwed.

When he was watching TV with his mom, he'd had a light cough and when he looked up, he saw that he'd accidentally made the coasters on the coffee table start floating. Thankfully, she'd been too focused on the drama they were watching together to notice, but it had been a close call.

His cold was almost gone, but he wasn't out of the woods yet.

Truly, he couldn't get well soon enough.

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year ago

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Look at the soul- Tacos Night for the birthday girl

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🥳🎂 Happy birthday Flor @raincoffeeandfandoms !!! Wishing you all the best! As part of your celebration I decided to make this part of a special short edition for my series LATS with my OC, Marianne… so what a better way to celebrate than a tacos night out? 🥰🥳✨♥️

“I’m going to skip our Taco Thursday Night.” Lee announced as soon as she walked into Marianne’s dressing room, like always she was either reading the script, doing homework or working.

“Nooo, why?”

“Because a friend is celebrating her birthday today and she’s by herself, I don’t want her to be alone.”

“No, of course not…” She wouldn’t want to be on her own on a date like that. “Why don’t you invite her over? If she doesn’t mind of course, I don’t think Heidi would object either.”

Lee chuckled. “Object? Who are you? Cillian, you two spend so much time together that you’re even starting to speak the same.”

“Hey remember my brain thinks in English and Spanish at the same time.” Marianne answered to Lee’s teasing.

“Speaking of Spanish, let me text Flor… you know what would be good? Maybe we should invite a couple of male friends, it’s time you get someone.”

“No. Why?” Marianne shook her head.

Lee took the chair in front of the big mirror to apply some blush on her cheeks. “There’s nothing wrong in that, maybe you meet someone special here. I really don’t understand why you didn’t like Rowan, he’s a cool guy.”

“You mentioned he likes to hunt, I’m against it… and he is younger than me anyways. No thanks.” Marianne caught her reflection in the mirror, deciding to add some blush as well.

“Being twenty eight it’s not a big deal.”

Again there was a shaking head. “I’ll pass.”

“Okay, how about Patrick? Works in IT and he loves the gym.” Lee had her hopes up, showing her a photo.

“I think he’s already in a relationship with the gym.” Marianne answered with a smile.

“You know what? You’re impossible, I tried to match you with Dylan and you said no because he’s a workaholic. I’m making a cast to find Mr. Perfect for Marianne.”

She giggled, surprised by her friend’s eagerness to match her with someone.

“Unless…” Lee’s eyes sparkled.

“Oh God I’m scared now.”

“Cillian is available and he’s handsome.”

“Lee…” Marianne added with a warning tone looking at the door, scared someone might hear.

Lee waved her hand, “he’s a widower remember? And he’s smart and a gentleman… and handsome.” She repeated, making Marianne blush.

“From all of the people…”

“Oh, stop it he’s the best candidate for you.”

“He lost his wife, he’s mourning.” Marianne crossed her arms.

“And that’s what makes him perfect, there’s no toxic ex wife to deal with.” Lee added with a smirk.

Marianne gave her a shocked look.

“Don’t look at me like that, she can’t come and hunt you down,” Lee raised her hand, “you already know me, I’m the bad influence from the two of us.”

First, Marianne gasped at the bold comment but she was used now to Lee’s funny and dark sense of humor. Mortified, Marianne played with her hair. “He’d nn-ever look at me as a woman.”

“How can you be so sure? Maybe if you flirt a litt-”

A knock on the door interrupted their talk, as the door opened, Cillian’s face appeared smiling.

Marianne gave him a nervous smile, pretending to focus on Lee’s hair.

“Hey there! Come in.” Lee invited him, then looking at her friend, she winked. “Could you do me a French braid?”

“I thought you were gone.” Cillian joined them, taking the couch, completely oblivious of their previous chat.

“No, she was waiting for you.” Lee replied him, feeling Marianne pull slightly at her hair as a pleading to stop.

“Sorry, there was a knot.” Marianne lied, stealing a quick glance in Cillian’s direction.

“Have you decided yet on the proposal?” Cillian asked casually.

Turning the chair around, Lee looked at him with a wide smile, asking to know about it.

“Asked her to appear in a music video I’m filming next week.”

“Of course! She says yes!” Lee answered excited.

Cillian laughed and looked at Marianne. “What happened with your tests?”

She cleared her throat, feeling her head spinning and heart hammering.

“Scheduled in two more weeks.”

“So, do you want to do it? I can talk to Enda about the rehearsals.” Cillian promised leaning forwards, showing interest.

“I guess so.” Marianne could only think of him like a widower now.

“Awesome, I’ll tell you more about this idea in the next couple of days.”

Excited, Lee did a little clap. “Fabulous!” Then as Cillian was walking towards the door, she decided to take a little risk. “Cillian? We’re having a little girls night out, but I can’t decide on what color to wear. This?” She showed him a lipstick and then pointed at Marianne. “Or that?”

Unconsciously, his eyes landed on Marianne’s lips. “That.”

“I can’t believe you did that!” Marianne hissed.

Lee looked at her innocently. “I only asked him a question.”

Marianne was mortified opening the door to walk out.

“Lee please, for the love of whatever you want the most… you can’t say this to anyone!” She felt trapped. What would the rest of the cast think?

What would Cillian think?

She was working in this play, had to remain professional. Lee promised to not mention anything.

Finding Heidi already waiting by the exit, the three of them were ready to go to Marianne’s flat.

“No traffic tonight!” Heidi stated over the music of her car.

“We got lucky to find the shop open.” Lee added talking about the cake and moving carefully holding it in her hands.

Marianne rushed to open the umbrella and door for her, she was now used to the Irish rain; the sky would pour down for ten minutes, then it’d stop out of nowhere. “I’ve always loved the smell of rain, but here it’s completely different. Did you send Flor the address?”

“Ya, she’s on her way.”

As they rushed inside, Marianne left the umbrella by the door and passed around the slippers she had for them, she found them on a store and each had the H and L embroidered.

“What do we do?” Heidi asked after cleaning her hands.

“The margaritas please, all the bottles are on the counter.” Marianne asked taking one more glass out for Flor, just as there was a knock.

“That’s the birthday girl!” Lee announced rushing towards the door. Wrapping her friend in a tight hug, she then proceeded to do the introductions. “This is Heidi and this is Marianne, we’re working in a play. Ladies, my friend Flor.”

“Hello.” She replied with a shy smile. “Thank you for having me last minute.”

“Happy birthday!” Marianne gave her a hug too. “Where are you from?”

“Welcome, I’m Heidi and happy birthday!”

“Thanks! It’s so nice to meet you, I’m from Argentina. Lee tol-”

Then, out of the blue, Marianne started speaking and Spanish and Flor replied learning she was Mexican, leaving Heidi and Lee without understanding a single word they were saying.

“Hey, we need a translator over here.” Lee requested over their excitement.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away, it’s not so common to find another Latin girl around.” Marianne explained giving Flor another hug.

“So you understand the excitement over our tacos night?” Heidi laughed.

“I’ll get the tortillas ready.” Marianne announced. “Make yourself at home.”

“Oh! We got you a cake!” Lee told Flor, guiding her towards the kitchen.

“I put the dip and the chips on the bowl.” Heidi added, taking the lemons to cut them.

“That’s the best dip-fucking-ever.” Lee praised, taking a bunch in her hand.

Marianne chuckled. “I’ll just add the guacamole and sauce in there.”

“Guys thank you so much! I wasn’t expecting to do anything today and without knowing me you’re giving me the best birthday ever.” Flor shared, feeling grateful for the last minute celebration. “Lee told me about your tacos night and I wanted to taste them so bad.”

“Wait until you taste the margarita.” Heidi added raising her hands.

“Alright tacos are almost done, guess we can start with a toast?” Marianne looked at the group, excited to see how the night would unfold.

Heidi passed each a glass.

“To Flor!” Lee wrapped an arm around her friend.

“To Flor!” Cheered Heidi and Marianne, wishing the birthday girl the best day and for her dreams to come true.

“So tell me about they play where you guys are working on.”

“It’s an amazing project!” Answered Heidi, passing Flor her plate.

Lee pointed at Marianne. “She’s the leading role, but you have to come to the theater sometime to see it.”

“The entire cast, music, script… everything is incredible.” Praised Marianne when it was her turn.

They took a moment to say a small thank you as Marianne requested for the opportunity to share that moment with Flor on her birthday and then they all laughed and chatted non stop, enjoyed the amazing food and later got to sing the happy birthday to Flor over the cake time.

“Okay I bought this vintage camera the other day so let’s try it out.” She showed them the vintage Polaroid camera.

After asking the group to get get together she adjusted the settings and snapped a photo, getting a candid shot of them.

Marianne walked back to have another margarita, feeling like she definitely needed a night like this so much. With the amount of work she had and the play around the corner, she was extra grateful for these moments with amazing people.

As they waited for the photo to develop they danced to the music and finished the chips with dip, having an absolute blast and celebrating Flor’s birthday.

***

A/N: I got this done pretty quickly, but apart of the birthday celebration I wanted to add something that it’s finally starting something from now on. Fasten your seatbelts! 🥰✨

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lemoncrushh · 2 months ago

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Out of Bounds - Chapter 16

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Despite getting up early, Harry and I were late arriving to History class. I'd made the mistake of mentioning a chai latte I was craving, so Harry insisted on stopping at Starbucks on the way. Unfortunately, the line was very long and very slow.

Professor Jacobson eyed us over the top of his spectacles when we walked in, sheepishly taking our seats. He continued his lecture without a word to us as we opened our laptops. After class Harry and I separated, but instead of making my usual trip to the snack bar since I'd just finished my chai latte, I made why way toward the library again.

"Hey, Tisa," I heard from a familiar voice. I turned to see Zack waving at me.

"Hi, Zack," I greeted warmly, giving him a quick hug.

"Everything alright?" he asked. I knew he was referring to the last time we'd seen each other.

"Great," I nodded.

"I'm glad," smiled Zack. "Listen, I know it's none of my business, but for what it's worth, I think you and Harry belong together. I've never seen him as happy as he is when he's with you or talking about you. I really hope things work out for you two."

"Thank you, Zack," I said, my hand over my heart. "That really means a lot to me."

"You're welcome. And hey, we need to get together sometime. Penny adores you; she told me."

I grinned. "I adore her too."

"We'll go see her band or just hang out or something, it'll be fun."

"Okay, yeah, sounds great!" I exclaimed.

"Alright then, talk to you later, Tisa."

I waved goodbye and walked up the steps to the library, feeling happy and excited. The feeling was short-lived however, when I unpacked my belongings and realized I had a voicemail from James.

"Hi, baby, it's me," he said. "I'm headed back a little earlier than I'd anticipated. I'm trying to get a flight back tonight, but everything seems booked up. But if I can get something, I'll be home tonight, otherwise first thing in the morning. I'll call you later and let you know."

Damn. Harry didn't have to work tonight, and I had been looking forward to spending the evening with him. I guess all I could do now was wait for James's next call to know for sure.

I opened my computer, but instead of working on the Sociology report like I'd originally planned, I began typing a letter to James. I had no idea if I would ever give it to him. In a way, it was a letter to myself. I expressed all of my feelings, wants, desires. I never once mentioned Harry, or even implied I was having an affair. Because although ultimately I wanted to be with Harry, it wasn't really about him.

I typed and typed, spilling my guts until tears were streaming down my face. I told him how I cared about him, but was no longer in love with him, if I ever was in love. I told him how I didn't like being treated like a child, and how I felt like one sometimes in our home. I told him how it bothered me that we slept in separate rooms and never had sex. I told him I wanted out, and that I planned to leave.

Looking at the clock in the corner of the screen, I realized I had ten minutes to get to English. I quickly closed my laptop and shoved it in my backpack. I jogged to the English building, arriving just in time. Wiping my eyes, I walked in and took my seat. I tried hard to pay attention to Professor Lloyd, but my mind inevitably wandered. I wanted to talk to Harry. And I knew I needed to talk to James. The hour ticked by slowly, but I also still had another hour to wait for Harry.

This time I did walk to the snack bar to grab a bottle of water. Then I sat in the corner pretending to read. I kept checking my phone for any new messages from James, but there came none. Instead, I decided to text Justine. I knew she'd be at work, but she had texted me on Monday and I'd never gotten back to her. I tried to sound chipper.

T: Hey! Sorry I didn't text or call. Been busy. Party was great. Tell me about your date!

I went back to reading my book, not expecting her to reply right away. But a few minutes later she did.

J: Hey girl! Glad the party went well. You'll have to tell me all about it when we can chat. At work now. Date was fantastic!!! Again, I'll tell you more later! ;)

I set my phone down, concluding that I would call her later, and picked up my book again. Deep into the story, the sudden vibration of a text alert startled me. I looked at my phone expecting a text from either Justine or James, but it was Harry.

H: Where are you?

T: Snack bar

H: ok

A few minutes later, he walked in. Just seeing his face never ceased to give me chills or make my heart flutter. I watched him as another guy greeted him and he stopped for a second to chat.

I heard a girl at the table in front of mine mutter, "Damn, hottie alert."

She poked her friend whose eyes followed him as he came towards me. I smiled and pushed out the chair next to mine so he could sit down.

"Hi, love," he said, leaning over to kiss me. I could feel the girls' glares and admittedly it made me proud.

"Did you get out of class early?" I asked.

"Yeah, teacher had to go to a meeting or something."

"Good, then we can go."

I grabbed my things and followed Harry out to the parking lot. Once in the car, I told him about James coming home.

"Then I should probably go on home too," he declared.

"Why? I haven't heard from him yet. He's supposed to let me know if he's gotten a flight for tonight or tomorrow."

"But what if he gets a flight at the last minute and doesn't call?"

Exasperated, I made a compromise. "I have an idea. Why don't I just come to your place? If he calls and says he's coming today, then I'll just go home."

"Yeah?"

"I'm determined to be with you, Harry."

He reached over and grabbed my hand, knowing I didn't just mean today.

Four hours later, I still hadn't heard from James. Harry and I sat on the couch watching Dazed and Confused, my legs sprawled out across his. Joey and Zack had been there earlier playing Xbox, shouting at the TV screen while Harry and I ate lunch at the table. Then Zack had to start getting ready for work, and Joey got the hint and left.

Harry absent-mindedly began picking at the hole in the knee of my jeans. I watched his face glued to the television, though I knew his mind was on something else other than Ben Affleck being a dickhead.

"I love you," I whispered.

He turned his head swiftly and grinned. "I love you, too."

Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me tenderly. I scooted my body closer to him, so that my rear was barely touching his hip, my legs still across his lap. I put my arms around his waist and kissed him some more until I heard a faint sound behind me.

"Have a good night, mate," Harry said above my head.

I turned slightly to see Zack with his keys in his hand.

"Take care, you two," he said with a wink before shutting the door behind him.

"Alone at last," I exhaled.

I sat up and straddled Harry, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of his face to his neck. He moved his hands down my back, cupping my butt cheeks. I had just finished unbuttoning his shirt and was about to kiss his chest when I heard my phone vibrate on the coffee table.

"Now?" I exclaimed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I reached behind me to retrieve my cell which indeed displayed James's name. It was a short text that said to call him.

"Sorry," I whispered to Harry. He just shrugged.

I climbed off of him and walked into the bedroom to call James.

"Hi, baby, sorry I didn't call, but I'm at the airport now. I got an earlier flight."

"What? You're here?" I felt like I would throw up.

"Yeah, Ginger couldn't get me a later flight so I took an earlier one. I should be home soon."

"Oh," I said, hoping he couldn't hear the cry in my voice. "Okay."

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too." I could taste the bile in my throat.

I hung up and slowly walked back into the living room. Harry looked up to see my distraught face. Without a word, he stood and took me into his arms. I cried into his chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, my shoulders shaking.

"I don't want this anymore, Harry," I mumbled.

"Shhh," he soothed, rubbing my back. "It's gonna be okay."

"I have to go."

I grabbed my purse and keys and Harry walked me out to my car which I'd taken separately after we'd gotten home from school. He kissed me as I leaned against it.

"I wish we could have spent more time together," I said.

"We will," he assured me. "And it's alright. I love every moment I can get with you."

"You're so wonderful," I sighed.

He kissed me once more before I got in the car. I tried my best not to cry on the way home. I knew there were things I needed to tell James. Perhaps it wouldn't be tonight, perhaps it would. I was nervous, but I felt like I needed to play it by ear. I knew Harry and I would be together, no matter what.

"I'm home!" I heard James call from the kitchen.

Normally, I would greet him at the door with kisses and I love yous when he came home from business trips. This time it just wasn't in me. I'd come back from Harry's and thrown on some flannel pajamas, not the little shorts that Harry thought were sexy, and was on my computer, checking my emails.

"Hi," I said when I walked into the kitchen. James was sorting through the mail I had left on the counter.

"What's this?" he asked when he noticed my attire. "I thought maybe we could go out to dinner."

"Oh," I mouthed. "I'm not really up for going out."

"Are you sick?"

I shrugged. "Not really. Just tired. It's been a long day."

"It's not even six yet," he countered.

"I know...I..."

James rolled his eyes at me and leaned against the counter. "I just got home, baby. I got home early because I wanted to spend time with you before I have to get up and go to work again. Can't you just put on some clothes so we can go eat?"

Feeling guilty I nodded and walked back to my room to change. When we got in the car, I asked James where he wanted to go.

"How about Mikado's?" he suggested.

My eyes about popped out of my head. "What?"

"I go there sometimes for lunch with clients and colleagues, but I realized I never take you. You'd like it. They gave great nachos."

"Um...okay..." I swallowed hard and bit my lip.

I looked out the window for the entire ride, my stomach in knots. Of course I knew Harry wasn't working, but the idea of going to Mikado's with James was harrowing.

Because it was only a Wednesday, the restaurant wasn't crowded, and we got seated right away. My heart just about beat out of my chest when our waiter came to greet us.

"Hi!" Zack said a little too emphatically before he realized the situation.

Making it a little easier on him, I smiled. "Hi, Zack."

James looked from me to Zack and back to me. "You know each other from school?"

"Uh...yeah," muttered Zack.

"Actually," I explained, "he's Harry's roommate."

"Ah the infamous Harry," James mused. "Does he work here too? I'd like to meet him."

I clinched my teeth, eyeing Zack.

"Yeah, but he's off tonight."

"Oh, well, next time then."

Zack saved us from more distress by taking our drink orders. When he left the table, I could feel the heat rising to my face, but I didn't want James to suspect anything.

"So tell me about your trip," I said.

James put his elbows on the table and sighed. "Not much to tell, really. Meetings with clients. Meetings with the boss."

"Well, I guess it was successful," I noted.

"What do you mean?"

"You came back early. Doesn't that mean you got done what you went out there to do?"

Zack returned then with our drinks and took our food order.

"Tisa, this is an ongoing process," James continued when he left. "One trip doesn't set everything in stone."

"Oh."

"Besides, I wanted to come home and see my wife."

"Oh." I didn't really appreciate his condescending tone.

"But you act like you didn't miss me at all."

He furrowed his brows and looked very angry. Not necessarily hurt, more like pissed off.

"I'm sorry, James," I insisted. "I didn't mean —"

"I don't know what's going on with you lately, but I don't like it."

"Really," I said, taken aback.

"Yeah you hardly kiss me anymore, if I kiss you it's like you're doing me a favor. I called you and you didn't sound excited to hear from me..."

"I'm sorry," I lied. "I hadn't realized."

"Ugh, it's okay, Tisa," he waved me off. "I guess I was just disappointed that you were in your pajamas when I got home instead of at the door, ready to hug me."

"I'm sorry," I said for the third time.

We sat in silence except for James softly humming to the music playing overhead. I sipped my water, looking around the room at the art and decor. Finally, Zack brought us our meals, giving us a valid excuse not to talk. As he laid my plate down in front of me, I gave him a look, hoping he would interpret it as a combination of I'm so sorry and help.

James and I made it through dinner, and on the ride home he finally asked me about school. I told him it was going well and that so far, I was making all A's. He said that made him happy.

"Do you want to watch a movie or something?" he asked when we arrived home.

"No," I shook my head. "I have some homework and then I'm going to bed. I really am tired."

"Oh, okay," he sighed, defeated.

I went to my room and shut the door. I changed back into my pajamas and texted Harry.

T: I'm so sorry. James took me to Mikado's for dinner. Zack was our waiter. I was so embarrassed.

H: Why are you sorry?

T: Because it was humiliating. I felt bad for Zack.

H: Don't. Are you ok?

T: Not really. It's just becoming more and more apparent that I need out of this marriage.

H: Do you need to talk? Can you call me?

T: Not right now. I'll probably be going to bed soon, so I'll see you in the morning.

H: Ok. I love you.

T: I love you too.

I placed my phone on my nightstand and pulled down the covers on my bed. Then I opened my laptop and read over the letter I had typed for James earlier. I was considering giving it to him. But not tonight. It would only start a fight, and I was too tired. One more day wouldn't hurt.

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lokifan2 · 3 months ago

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A Midgardian With a Bad Attitude

Rating: G

Language: None SFW

Plot: The reader gives Loki attitude during that time of the month, so he gets her back with tickles. Loki and female reader

Note: Thank you Anonymous for the idea!

It was one of those days…One of those days where if anyone so much as looked at you, you would have bitten their head off. The cause? Your cycle was due to start and you hated how you acted during that time. However. When you gave Loki a snarky attitude, he had no choice but to REALLY use your weakness against you in order to pull you back to your sweet self.

It started as soon as you woke up. That pain deep in your lower abdomen. The headache, the back and muscle aches that told you, you were in for a bad couple of days. Your period was the reason for this pain and you always dreaded it. You could deal with the other symptoms but having your emotions all out of whack was too much. Especially, since your lover, Loki was on the receiving end of your tirades. You never meant to go off on him but he was usually the only one around to be your sounding board/punching bag. He however, didn’t mind at all as you had once told him earlier in your relationship that this happened to Midgaurdian women of certain ages all the time. He was so understanding and caring, but on this day, you were too wound up to be consoled so he used your favorite way of payback (tickling) to bring you out of it.

After you laid in bed; debating on whether to get up or not, you heard a knock on the door. It was Loki, come in to check on you. He saw your distraught face and hurried in to sit by you on the bed. “What’s wrong, darling? Are you alright?” he asked a bit worried. You forced a smile and said that your “Aunt” had come to visit. Yes. You even told him about a specific “Aunt” that came to visit once a month, so Loki understood immediately what that meant.

“Oh! Can I get you some medicine, darling?” he asked in haste. “Yes, please,” you replied lying on your back with your hand over your forehead. Loki quickly conjured up a bottle of headache medicine and some orange juice. “Thank you,” you said as you drank down the glass. “Anything else I can do for you?” “Make this stupid pain go away,” you replied, grimacing. “I’m sorry, but my magic doesn’t work for something like that,” he replied putting his hand on your forehead and kissed it.

“I know. I just can’t stand this pain.” “And it lasts for days at a time?” Loki asked with a curious expression. “YES! I’ve told you a million times before that it does,” you said impatiently. He looked taken aback. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, darling,” he replied a little deflated. A tense quietness filled the air for a brief moment as you looked back at Loki with tears in your eyes. “Oh, Loki. I’m so sorry for snapping at you. Please forgive me!” You slowly sat up to hug him as you sharply winced again. “All is forgiven,” he said, as he rubbed your back. He took your chin in his fingers so you’d look at him. Tears began to stream down your face as you looked at him with regret. He stared into space in thought for a minute and smiled devilishly. “ I know one way to get you back for that mouth of yours.Ehehehe…”

You wanted to have fun today but your mood told you otherwise. “ Loki, I’m just not in the mood for tickles right now. Maybe when I feel better?” He had listened to you but you were truly in no mood for the Tickle Monster to come and play just yet. However. He tried his best to tase your sides anyways as you slapped his hand away and gave him an angry look. “ I said NOT NOW, LOKI!” You both paused as his face fell into complete sadness. You tried opening your mouth to apologize but the words wouldn’t come out. “I shall leave you be then,” he replied with a sad smile and left the room.

Great. You just royally bit the head off the only man you ever truly loved and felt awful about it. You laid back on your stomach and cried yourself to sleep. About an hour later, Loki came in to check on you with your most essential period day snacks and movies. Chocolate, candy and of course, a romantic movie. He slowly opened the door to see your sleeping figure lying on your stomach on your bed, softly snoring. He laid the snacks down on a nearby table and crept to your side of the bed. You looked so cute when you slept. Covers pulled completely over you and only your nose stuck out so you could still breathe. He crossed his arms as he chuckled quietly at the sight of you. You must’ve heard him because you stirred ever so slightly and turned on your back. “Loki?” “Yes. I’m here now,” he said sweetly. “I’ve brought you all of the normal provisions for such an occasion and I will let you do all of it in peace.” He started to turn around to leave as you (stupidly) nearly jumped out of bed to reach him. “Wait! OWW!!! Loki! Don’t go! Please! Stay! I’m sorry for everything I said and did earlier. I really am. Forgive me?” You gave him your best cheesy smile as he peeked back into the bedroom. He couldn’t help but laugh at the silly face staring back at him. Hoping he would forgive you. “Darling. You needn’t ask for forgiveness. You know I always will. I was just afraid you didn’t want me around today. That’s all.” You shook your head and took his hands in yours. “No! I love being with you, it’s just that…This has me all messed up and it’s hard to control sometimes.” You both embraced again as he got an idea. An idea to get you back for being so short with him but it was all in good fun.

You broke from the embrace as he began looking at you slyly. “What?” You asked as if something was on you or your hair was messed up. Loki perked up again. “I still need to make you learn your lesson for the way you acted earlier. You’re not off the hook just yet…”

You popped a piece of chocolate in your mouth as you smiled back at him in a proud way. “Yeah. Yeah. That’s what you always say.” “Well, because no matter how much I use this method, you still insist on giving me attitude.” You rolled your eyes. “Of course! Because you’re too weak to even tickle me properly.” “Oh! Why did I just say that?” you thought. “Because I want his playful side to come out.” Your heart skipped a beat as Loki’s smile grew down right sinister. You loved his playful side and did everything you could do to see it. Even if it meant giving him attitude. You sometimes felt bad that you did but Loki knew it was benevolent. “Alright, darling. Lay back and put your arms underneath your pillow.” This was it! He was gearing up to give you what you wanted!

He slowly crawled to you on the bed and growled in a low tone. “Hello, my sweet girl. Remember me?” You giggled. “Of course I do.” He laughed in his throat. “And who am I?” “Some tickle monster that I’m NOT afraid of,” you announced giddily. Loki growled again. “Well, you will be once I’m done with you. Your love has told me you’ve been giving him attitude lately and I am here to rectify that.”

Without another word, Loki climbed on top of you and settled on your hips. You laughed a little louder this time. “Ah, yes! That’s the only sound I wish for you to make right now! Laugh for me, darling!” With that, he started poking and prodding your upper body and then your hips. “My goodness! Just as ticklish as I remember!” He wanted to slow things down to really get to you so, he trailed his fingers up and down your body. You squealed with delight as he hit your most ticklish spots like your sides and belly with precision. He gave an amused groan and continued to torment your silky skin. Goosebumps rose as his fingers roamed back and forth, up and down. This drove you crazy with laughter as he began to pick up the pace.

Your mind was going a million miles a minute with all the ticklish sensations that came at you intermittently that everything seemed to be a blur. You didn’t care though. You were in this moment with Loki and you reveled in it. “Who’s the best tickle monster,” he asked as he continued to wreck you. “N-Not y-youuuuu! Hahahah!”

Oh, you were a feisty little one today. Your mouth still tuning amuck but in a happy, fun way now. Loki had done it. He’d brought you out of that hormonal funk you were in and made you laugh yourself silly. As you began to lose your breath, he had noticed and stopped tickling you immediately. “How do you feel now, darling,” he smiled at you and brushed away the hair that stuck to your sweaty, tear stained face. “ Happier than ever,” you replied as he bent down to kiss you sweetly. “Good. Now, let’s watch this romantic movie you love so much and enjoy the snacks that I’ve brought. Shall we?” You laughed and popped more chocolate in your mouth. “Sounds like a good idea to me.” For the rest of the day, the two of you laid in bed, ate candy and watched your movie. Thank god Loki was there to pull you back. You were forever in his debt as he collected quite frequently after this day with your favorite way of making you laugh. Life was good from then on out. You still had your bad days, but Loki’s presence made them a little more tolerable.

#loki tickle #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki tickles #loki #bad attitude

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leffee · 5 months ago

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As Russell stood outside the movie theater, he glanced at his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Vinnie was late, again. Frustration bubbled up inside him, but he tried to push it down, reminding himself that Vinnie had a habit of getting caught up in things.

The neon lights of the theater flickered above him, casting an eerie glow on the empty street. Russell sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets to ward off the evening chill. He tapped his foot impatiently, hoping to catch sight of Vinnie's familiar figure rounding the corner any moment now.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours, and Russell's patience waned. He pulled out his phone, considering sending Vinnie a text, but decided against it. He didn't want to come off as too needy, even though he was itching to know where Vinnie was and why he was running late.

Just as Russell was about to give up hope and head inside alone, he spotted a familiar figure hurrying towards him. Relief flooded through him as Vinnie approached, a sheepish grin on his face.

Russell's brow furrowed as he watched Vinnie approach. "You're late," he said, his tone a mix of annoyance and concern.

Vinnie shifted uncomfortably under Russell's gaze, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, I know, I'm sorry," he admitted, reaching out to grasp Russell's hand. "Lost track of time, got caught up with something..

Russell sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly at Vinnie's touch. "It's just... I've been waiting here for ages," he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice.

"I know, and I'm really sorry," Vinnie said earnestly, squeezing Russell's hand. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Russell couldn't stay mad for long, not when Vinnie was looking at him with those puppy-dog eyes. With a soft sigh, he relented, giving Vinnie's hand a gentle squeeze in return. "Alright, let's just go inside," he said, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "But you owe me big time."

Hand in hand, Russell and Vinnie made their way into the bustling lobby of the theater. The smell of buttered popcorn and the sound of excited chatter filled the air as they joined the queue to purchase their snacks.

Once armed with a large bucket of popcorn, a couple of sodas, and some candy, they made their way to their seats, nestled in the middle of the theater. Russell felt a sense of contentment wash over him as he settled into his chair, Vinnie by his side.

As the lights dimmed and the previews began to roll, Russell leaned in closer to Vinnie, the anticipation of the movie building with each passing moment. He stole glances at Vinnie's profile in the dim light, feeling grateful to have him by his side despite the earlier hiccup.

Vinnie's phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting the trailers with a soft vibration. He glanced down to see a text from Sunil, a mischievous smile spreading across his face as he read the message.

From Sunil:The ring is safely hidden away,and Operation Proposal is still a go!

What's up?" Russell asked, noticing Vinnie's grin.

Vinnie quickly tapped the screen to silence his phone before replying, "Oh, just a notification. Nothing important."

Russell raised an eyebrow but let it go, turning his attention back to the screen as the movie began. Despite his curiosity, he trusted Vinnie and didn't press the matter further.

As the opening scenes unfolded on the screen, Russell felt Vinnie's hand find his own, their fingers intertwining in the darkness of the theater. With a smile, he squeezed Vinnie's hand, content to enjoy the movie and their time together.

-I was in a sorta Russell x Vinnie mood :3

"I'll make it up to you, I promise." Vinnie said and ohhh boy would he. I remember when I was reading it for the first time and did not expect that proposal at all, thought that being late and all was just Vinnie being Vinnie, and then the shook came and everything suddenly made sense. Russell won't be upset for too long once he realizes why Vinnie was late hehe.

Wait- stop-, omg, what if Vinnie got so into the movie and all he completely forgot about the whole proposal thing because he's so into being there and then with Russell so once they go their separate ways that day as his midway home Vinnie suddenly stops like "...Shit!" And he checks his phone and there are so many messages from Sunil asking if he did it, and now Vinnie has to awkwardly text back that he forgot. And Sunil's just: FORGOT? About PROPOING? Vinnie, what the actual-."

#lps 2012 #asks

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bison-appreciation-club · 11 months ago

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HALT! YOU THERE! who is joseph *kicking my feet*

sorry it took me a while to reply - i was very excited to receive your ask and wanted to provide a coherent answer.

short answer: this is joseph:

this is is his wikipedia article.

longer answer: his name is chief joseph, also known as thunder rolling over the mountains or hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt (although there are many variations of his name), and he was a leader of the wallowa band of nez perce, who lived in the wallowa valley in oregon.

he became famous for the nez perce war in 1877. although a pacifist by principle, he was forced by the us government to abandon his home and move onto a reservation. joseph resisted moving onto the reservation, leading to much adversity and abuse from the white settlers. to protect his people, he led his band as they fled america in the hope of reaching sanctuary in with sitting bull, who was living in canada.

they were persued by general oliver o howard, but were not caught for several months. eventually, facing starvation and certain death, joseph surrendered to the army, and was moved onto the reservation. even after this, he toured the usa, giving speeches about the wrongs done to his people. he gained much publicity and respect by doing this, but despite this he died without being able to return to his home.

i find him an incredibly inspirational person, and i respect and admire him very much.

#tHANK YOU for giving me the opportunity to talk about him #this almost turned into a very long infodump but i was able to cut it down into something that makes some semblance of sense #anyway i love him and you'll probably see me posting about him a lot #dee rambles #dee's history stuff #asks #american history #native american history #chief joseph

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years ago

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💬 HELP JAY IM SO SORRY IM RUNNING LATS PLZ FORGIVE ME I DIDNT DO THID ON PURPOSE PLZ GIVE ME A FEW MORE MINS DONT GIVE UP ON ME

Jay began to fidget with his rings; twisting them around his finger or sliding them off and back on. It was a habit of his whenever he was nervous, and right now that was exactly all he was feeling. Where was his friend? The two of them were supposed to be hanging out right now. Did something happen?

His phone buzzed and he quickly checked to see if it was from you. After confirming, he sighed in relief and even smiled after reading your text. He replied:

It's okay. I was worried, but it's good to know the worst that's happened is just that you're late.

Don't worry, I'm not giving up on you!

Oh, and please... next time, let my butler and I pick you up from your place?

#lookism #jay hong #texts #sweet polite jay <3

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levi-supreme · 1 year ago

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Hi, I'm the FTM anon and I wanted to clarify that FTM is female-to-male, which I realize would count as lgbtq material now that I think about it. So I want to tweak my ask: How would Levi be with a neutral or male s/o who makes a resolution to get shape and wants Levi to be their workout partner?

Anon!!! Hii!!! I am SO SORRY I took so long to reply this ask q_q maybe you aren't even active on tumblr anymore or something but ANYWAY!!! Thank you for sending me this ask too, I had so much fun answering it!!

Honestly I love to gym and work out LOL so this was was right up my alley XD and I hope you're ready for some verbal diarrhoea and lots of gym/work out stuff haha.

Warnings: SFW. Mentions of body image, weight, and food/diet. Reader has a sedentary lifestyle. Answering this below the cut since it might not be for everyone!!

Levi knows that working out and exercising isn't something you're familiar with, so he starts your training regime slow. To slowly get you started, Levi first asks you to go out for walks with him. It was hard at first, but it felt good to be walking under the morning sun, taking in fresh air and looking at all the scenery around you. It was initially a torture to wake up early in the morning, but Levi's company made the sleep sacrifice worthwhile. Furthermore, Levi and you end off the walk with a hearty breakfast as well to get the day started.

Levi also asks you to join him during his runs. Levi tells you to start with a slow jog first because he doesn't want to force you to run when he knows you probably can't. He will slow down his pace and jog next to you, encouraging you to keep jogging for as long as you can until you're exhausted. He would keep his runs short, and he will only gradually increase the duration once he sees that you're able to keep up.

When it comes to working out in the gym and building muscle, Levi is also extremely patient with you too. He teaches you everything he knows from the basics; such as the proper squat form, how to hold the barbell correctly, or how to use the lats pulldown machine. Levi makes sure to explain everything to you in detail so that you reduce the chances of injury, and you're working on the correct muscle group too.

Levi bought you a fitness tracker so that you can keep track of your physical activity. It also allows you to keep track of your workouts, and you can also track your progress and improvement as well. Levi also makes sure to spot you while you're using the gym equipment so that you have the correct form, and he also wants to make sure that he can correct any small mistakes he sees.

Through the weeks and months, you can see your vast improvement: you can run longer durations without feeling fatigue too soon, and you can also lift heavier weights as well. You can also see changes in your body: your arms look more defined, and your legs look more toned. Your love handles are gone, and your clothes fit better as well. Best of all was how greater you felt. Your mood feels better, your mind feels clearer, and you also felt livelier. Sweating it out and exercising soon became a part of yours and Levi's lifestyle.

Levi was also pleased to see your improvement, both physically and mentally. He was worried for your health because you didn't move around much, but he was glad you decided to change this unhealthy sedentary lifestyle. Levi also reminds you to not push yourself too hard, and you do not overwork yourself.

Levi also teaches you the importance of having a balanced diet, instead of calorie counting or starving yourself to lose weight. He makes sure you take enough nutrients such as your carbs, protein, and fibre, but he also allows you to have your 'cheat days' too. Levi emphasises to you many times that as long as you keep to a balanced diet, you do not need to fear gaining weight at all.

You were thankful that Levi was such a supportive partner and a great workout buddy, and his motivation and encouragement always pushes you to do your best. Now, you are the one who drags Levi out for morning or evening runs instead of the other way round.

#anon.asks #rei.answers #levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x gender neutral!reader #levi ackerman x gender neutral!reader #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #levi x y/n #levi ackerman x y/n #snk imagines #aot imagines #levi.supreme #fluffy friday #cw: body image #cw: food #cw: diet

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hellsitesonlybookclub · 2 years ago

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20k Leagues under the sea, Jules Verne

part 2 chapter 4-5

CHAPTER V THE ARABIAN TUNNEL

That same evening, in 21° 30′ N. lat., the Nautilus floated on the surface of the sea, approaching the Arabian coast. I saw Djeddah, the most important counting-house of Egypt, Syria, Turkey, and India. I distinguished clearly enough its buildings, the vessels anchored at the quays, and those whose draught of water obliged them to anchor in the roads. The sun, rather low on the horizon, struck full on the houses of the town, bringing out their whiteness. Outside, some wooden cabins, and some made of reeds, showed the quarter inhabited by the Bedouins. Soon Djeddah was shut out from view by the shadows of night, and the Nautilus found herself under water slightly phosphorescent.

The next day, the 10th of February, we sighted several ships running to windward. The Nautilus returned to its submarine navigation; but at noon, when her bearings were taken, the sea being deserted, she rose again to her waterline.

Accompanied by Ned and Conseil, I seated myself on the platform. The coast on the eastern side looked like a mass faintly printed upon a damp fog.

We were leaning on the sides of the pinnace, talking of one thing and another, when Ned Land, stretching out his hand towards a spot on the sea, said:

“Do you see anything there, sir?”

“No, Ned,” I replied; “but I have not your eyes, you know.”

“Look well,” said Ned, “there, on the starboard beam, about the height of the lantern! Do you not see a mass which seems to move?”

“Certainly,” said I, after close attention; “I see something like a long black body on the top of the water.”

And certainly before long the black object was not more than a mile from us. It looked like a great sandbank deposited in the open sea. It was a gigantic dugong!

Ned Land looked eagerly. His eyes shone with covetousness at the sight of the animal. His hand seemed ready to harpoon it. One would have thought he was awaiting the moment to throw himself into the sea and attack it in its element.

At this instant Captain Nemo appeared on the platform. He saw the dugong, understood the Canadian’s attitude, and, addressing him, said:

“If you held a harpoon just now, Master Land, would it not burn your hand?”

“Just so, sir.”

“And you would not be sorry to go back, for one day, to your trade of a fisherman and to add this cetacean to the list of those you have already killed?”

“I should not, sir.”

“Well, you can try.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Ned Land, his eyes flaming.

“Only,” continued the Captain, “I advise you for your own sake not to miss the creature.”

“Is the dugong dangerous to attack?” I asked, in spite of the Canadian’s shrug of the shoulders.

“Yes,” replied the Captain; “sometimes the animal turns upon its assailants and overturns their boat. But for Master Land this danger is not to be feared. His eye is prompt, his arm sure.”

At this moment seven men of the crew, mute and immovable as ever, mounted the platform. One carried a harpoon and a line similar to those employed in catching whales. The pinnace was lifted from the bridge, pulled from its socket, and let down into the sea. Six oarsmen took their seats, and the coxswain went to the tiller. Ned, Conseil, and I went to the back of the boat.

“You are not coming, Captain?” I asked.

“No, sir; but I wish you good sport.”

The boat put off, and, lifted by the six rowers, drew rapidly towards the dugong, which floated about two miles from the Nautilus.

Arrived some cables-length from the cetacean, the speed slackened, and the oars dipped noiselessly into the quiet waters. Ned Land, harpoon in hand, stood in the fore part of the boat. The harpoon used for striking the whale is generally attached to a very long cord which runs out rapidly as the wounded creature draws it after him. But here the cord was not more than ten fathoms long, and the extremity was attached to a small barrel which, by floating, was to show the course the dugong took under the water.

I stood and carefully watched the Canadian’s adversary. This dugong, which also bears the name of the halicore, closely resembles the manatee; its oblong body terminated in a lengthened tail, and its lateral fins in perfect fingers. Its difference from the manatee consisted in its upper jaw, which was armed with two long and pointed teeth which formed on each side diverging tusks.

This dugong which Ned Land was preparing to attack was of colossal dimensions; it was more than seven yards long. It did not move, and seemed to be sleeping on the waves, which circumstance made it easier to capture.

The boat approached within six yards of the animal. The oars rested on the rowlocks. I half rose. Ned Land, his body thrown a little back, brandished the harpoon in his experienced hand.

Suddenly a hissing noise was heard, and the dugong disappeared. The harpoon, although thrown with great force; had apparently only struck the water.

“Curse it!” exclaimed the Canadian furiously; “I have missed it!”

“No,” said I; “the creature is wounded—look at the blood; but your weapon has not stuck in his body.”

“My harpoon! my harpoon!” cried Ned Land.

The sailors rowed on, and the coxswain made for the floating barrel. The harpoon regained, we followed in pursuit of the animal.

The latter came now and then to the surface to breathe. Its wound had not weakened it, for it shot onwards with great rapidity.

The boat, rowed by strong arms, flew on its track. Several times it approached within some few yards, and the Canadian was ready to strike, but the dugong made off with a sudden plunge, and it was impossible to reach it.

Imagine the passion which excited impatient Ned Land! He hurled at the unfortunate creature the most energetic expletives in the English tongue. For my part, I was only vexed to see the dugong escape all our attacks.

We pursued it without relaxation for an hour, and I began to think it would prove difficult to capture, when the animal, possessed with the perverse idea of vengeance of which he had cause to repent, turned upon the pinnace and assailed us in its turn.

This manœuvre did not escape the Canadian.

“Look out!” he cried.

The coxswain said some words in his outlandish tongue, doubtless warning the men to keep on their guard.

The dugong came within twenty feet of the boat, stopped, sniffed the air briskly with its large nostrils (not pierced at the extremity, but in the upper part of its muzzle). Then, taking a spring, he threw himself upon us.

The pinnace could not avoid the shock, and half upset, shipped at least two tons of water, which had to be emptied; but, thanks to the coxswain, we caught it sideways, not full front, so we were not quite overturned. While Ned Land, clinging to the bows, belaboured the gigantic animal with blows from his harpoon, the creature’s teeth were buried in the gunwale, and it lifted the whole thing out of the water, as a lion does a roebuck. We were upset over one another, and I know not how the adventure would have ended, if the Canadian, still enraged with the beast, had not struck it to the heart.

I heard its teeth grind on the iron plate, and the dugong disappeared, carrying the harpoon with him. But the barrel soon returned to the surface, and shortly after the body of the animal, turned on its back. The boat came up with it, took it in tow, and made straight for the Nautilus.

It required tackle of enormous strength to hoist the dugong on to the platform. It weighed 10,000 lbs.

The next day, 11th February, the larder of the Nautilus was enriched by some more delicate game. A flight of sea-swallows rested on the Nautilus. It was a species of the Sterna nilotica, peculiar to Egypt; its beak is black, head grey and pointed, the eye surrounded by white spots, the back, wings, and tail of a greyish colour, the belly and throat white, and claws red. They also took some dozen of Nile ducks, a wild bird of high flavour, its throat and upper part of the head white with black spots.

About five o’clock in the evening we sighted to the north the Cape of Ras-Mohammed. This cape forms the extremity of Arabia Petraea, comprised between the Gulf of Suez and the Gulf of Acabah.

The Nautilus penetrated into the Straits of Jubal, which leads to the Gulf of Suez. I distinctly saw a high mountain, towering between the two gulfs of Ras-Mohammed. It was Mount Horeb, that Sinai at the top of which Moses saw God face to face.

At six o’clock the Nautilus, sometimes floating, sometimes immersed, passed some distance from Tor, situated at the end of the bay, the waters of which seemed tinted with red, an observation already made by Captain Nemo. Then night fell in the midst of a heavy silence, sometimes broken by the cries of the pelican and other night-birds, and the noise of the waves breaking upon the shore, chafing against the rocks, or the panting of some far-off steamer beating the waters of the Gulf with its noisy paddles.

From eight to nine o’clock the Nautilus remained some fathoms under the water. According to my calculation we must have been very near Suez. Through the panel of the saloon I saw the bottom of the rocks brilliantly lit up by our electric lamp. We seemed to be leaving the Straits behind us more and more.

At a quarter-past nine, the vessel having returned to the surface, I mounted the platform. Most impatient to pass through Captain Nemo’s tunnel, I could not stay in one place, so came to breathe the fresh night air.

Soon in the shadow I saw a pale light, half discoloured by the fog, shining about a mile from us.

“A floating lighthouse!” said someone near me.

I turned, and saw the Captain.

“It is the floating light of Suez,” he continued. “It will not be long before we gain the entrance of the tunnel.”

“The entrance cannot be easy?”

“No, sir; for that reason I am accustomed to go into the steersman’s cage and myself direct our course. And now, if you will go down, M. Aronnax, the Nautilus is going under the waves, and will not return to the surface until we have passed through the Arabian Tunnel.”

Captain Nemo led me towards the central staircase; half way down he opened a door, traversed the upper deck, and landed in the pilot’s cage, which it may be remembered rose at the extremity of the platform. It was a cabin measuring six feet square, very much like that occupied by the pilot on the steamboats of the Mississippi or Hudson. In the midst worked a wheel, placed vertically, and caught to the tiller-rope, which ran to the back of the Nautilus. Four light-ports with lenticular glasses, let in a groove in the partition of the cabin, allowed the man at the wheel to see in all directions.

This cabin was dark; but soon my eyes accustomed themselves to the obscurity, and I perceived the pilot, a strong man, with his hands resting on the spokes of the wheel. Outside, the sea appeared vividly lit up by the lantern, which shed its rays from the back of the cabin to the other extremity of the platform.

“Now,” said Captain Nemo, “let us try to make our passage.”

Electric wires connected the pilot’s cage with the machinery room, and from there the Captain could communicate simultaneously to his Nautilus the direction and the speed. He pressed a metal knob, and at once the speed of the screw diminished.

I looked in silence at the high straight wall we were running by at this moment, the immovable base of a massive sandy coast. We followed it thus for an hour only some few yards off.

Captain Nemo did not take his eye from the knob, suspended by its two concentric circles in the cabin. At a simple gesture, the pilot modified the course of the Nautilus every instant.

I had placed myself at the port-scuttle, and saw some magnificent substructures of coral, zoophytes, seaweed, and fucus, agitating their enormous claws, which stretched out from the fissures of the rock.

At a quarter-past ten, the Captain himself took the helm. A large gallery, black and deep, opened before us. The Nautilus went boldly into it. A strange roaring was heard round its sides. It was the waters of the Red Sea, which the incline of the tunnel precipitated violently towards the Mediterranean. The Nautilus went with the torrent, rapid as an arrow, in spite of the efforts of the machinery, which, in order to offer more effective resistance, beat the waves with reversed screw.

On the walls of the narrow passage I could see nothing but brilliant rays, straight lines, furrows of fire, traced by the great speed, under the brilliant electric light. My heart beat fast.

At thirty-five minutes past ten, Captain Nemo quitted the helm, and, turning to me, said:

“The Mediterranean!”

In less than twenty minutes, the Nautilus, carried along by the torrent, had passed through the Isthmus of Suez.

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hey honey what have you been up to lately?? it’s been a long time since i’ve seen you post and i’m missing you

I know this is super, super lat reply and I'm sorry.

I work a retail job that sucks my energy dry most days so I've been inactive partly because of that. I also have a boyfriend of over a year now and a cat that takes up my time. Plus I'm about to be 20 and that's weird bro, I'm two decades old 😂

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CHAPTER V THE ARABIAN TUNNEL

Accompanied by Ned and Conseil, I seated myself on the platform. The coast on the eastern side looked like a mass faintly printed upon a damp fog.

We were leaning on the sides of the pinnace, talking of one thing and another, when Ned Land, stretching out his hand towards a spot on the sea, said:

“Do you see anything there, sir?”

“No, Ned,” I replied; “but I have not your eyes, you know.”

“Look well,” said Ned, “there, on the starboard beam, about the height of the lantern! Do you not see a mass which seems to move?”

“Certainly,” said I, after close attention; “I see something like a long black body on the top of the water.”

And certainly before long the black object was not more than a mile from us. It looked like a great sandbank deposited in the open sea. It was a gigantic dugong!

At this instant Captain Nemo appeared on the platform. He saw the dugong, understood the Canadian’s attitude, and, addressing him, said:

“If you held a harpoon just now, Master Land, would it not burn your hand?”

“Just so, sir.”

“And you would not be sorry to go back, for one day, to your trade of a fisherman and to add this cetacean to the list of those you have already killed?”

“I should not, sir.”

“Well, you can try.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Ned Land, his eyes flaming.

“Only,” continued the Captain, “I advise you for your own sake not to miss the creature.”

“Is the dugong dangerous to attack?” I asked, in spite of the Canadian’s shrug of the shoulders.

“Yes,” replied the Captain; “sometimes the animal turns upon its assailants and overturns their boat. But for Master Land this danger is not to be feared. His eye is prompt, his arm sure.”

“You are not coming, Captain?” I asked.

“No, sir; but I wish you good sport.”

The boat put off, and, lifted by the six rowers, drew rapidly towards the dugong, which floated about two miles from the Nautilus.

The boat approached within six yards of the animal. The oars rested on the rowlocks. I half rose. Ned Land, his body thrown a little back, brandished the harpoon in his experienced hand.

Suddenly a hissing noise was heard, and the dugong disappeared. The harpoon, although thrown with great force; had apparently only struck the water.

“Curse it!” exclaimed the Canadian furiously; “I have missed it!”

“No,” said I; “the creature is wounded—look at the blood; but your weapon has not stuck in his body.”

“My harpoon! my harpoon!” cried Ned Land.

The sailors rowed on, and the coxswain made for the floating barrel. The harpoon regained, we followed in pursuit of the animal.

The latter came now and then to the surface to breathe. Its wound had not weakened it, for it shot onwards with great rapidity.

This manœuvre did not escape the Canadian.

“Look out!” he cried.

The coxswain said some words in his outlandish tongue, doubtless warning the men to keep on their guard.

It required tackle of enormous strength to hoist the dugong on to the platform. It weighed 10,000 lbs.

About five o’clock in the evening we sighted to the north the Cape of Ras-Mohammed. This cape forms the extremity of Arabia Petraea, comprised between the Gulf of Suez and the Gulf of Acabah.

Soon in the shadow I saw a pale light, half discoloured by the fog, shining about a mile from us.

“A floating lighthouse!” said someone near me.

I turned, and saw the Captain.

“It is the floating light of Suez,” he continued. “It will not be long before we gain the entrance of the tunnel.”

“The entrance cannot be easy?”

“Now,” said Captain Nemo, “let us try to make our passage.”

I looked in silence at the high straight wall we were running by at this moment, the immovable base of a massive sandy coast. We followed it thus for an hour only some few yards off.

Captain Nemo did not take his eye from the knob, suspended by its two concentric circles in the cabin. At a simple gesture, the pilot modified the course of the Nautilus every instant.

On the walls of the narrow passage I could see nothing but brilliant rays, straight lines, furrows of fire, traced by the great speed, under the brilliant electric light. My heart beat fast.

At thirty-five minutes past ten, Captain Nemo quitted the helm, and, turning to me, said:

“The Mediterranean!”

In less than twenty minutes, the Nautilus, carried along by the torrent, had passed through the Isthmus of Suez.

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