#we all dying with school and life but nothing gonna stop us

[xuchiya]

"Ice Ice ___" || song mingi || one-shot

| genre: non!idol ateez. fluff. slice of life | mentions: teasing. fainting. jewelry gift. | This is literally my high school delusions. My old school is literally an 'old school' school like no phones and computers, being in a relationship is not allowed, and big ass windows as our source of fans--- i mean we do have electric fans and ceiling fans but with the weather and a very old, close to dying, e-fans? We really have to depend on the wind from our windows. Anyways, this list is basically a true experience. My personal favorite? Song Mingi's.

The end of the school year was approaching fast, and the tension that had once gripped everyone was giving way to a more relaxed atmosphere. You were one of the few students who had managed to finish all your class requirements on time, avoiding the dreaded summer classes. With the promise of vacation ahead, a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

“You wanna come with us? We’re gonna buy snacks at the cafeteria,” a classmate called from the door, wallet in hand. You held up your sandwich and banana milk in response. They nodded. “We’ll probably stay there. Let us know if Ms. Naduranta comes back.”

Swallowing a bite, you gave them a thumbs-up. “I will.” They waved goodbye before closing the door behind them.

Your friends have been a big part of making this year easier. Song Mingi, along with the rest of the crew, had always been there for you. Though they were in Section 1-4 while you were in 2-4, that didn’t stop you from growing close. You’d known Mingi the longest, along with Yunho.

You three met at a small playground years ago—Mingi on the swings, Yunho on the slide, and you in the sandbox building sandcastles. You remembered how Mingi had launched himself off the swing, crashing into your sandcastle. You had just looked at him, then at your ruined masterpiece, and picked up a princess doll from your toy set, handing it to him.

“You… princess,” you had said.

Mingi, blushing, took the doll and nodded. “I am Princess Mingki.”

You had snorted with laughter just as Yunho came sliding down, landing in a small hill of sand, giggling. You pointed at Yunho. “He… prince charming.”

Yunho dusted himself off and sat beside you. “What about you?”

You thought for a moment before grabbing another toy. “Me… horse.”

Mingi stood up, making you look up at him– his hand was out for you to take it. You were clueless but still took his hand and he pulled you up and ran away. He looks back at you, giggling, “Let’s run away!”

“Y-Yah!” You could hear Yunho running after both of you.

That bond had only strengthened over the years, with the rest of the group fitting in like perfect puzzle pieces. Now, the classroom was nearly deserted, with only four other students sprawled on the floor, napping after a long day. You sat at your desk, doodling in your notebook, when the classroom door slid open. Looking up, you saw Yunho and Wooyoung peeking inside, their bright, mischievous smiles giving them away.

You raised an eyebrow as they motioned for you to follow them, saying nothing but grinning like they had something planned. With a chuckle, you closed your notebook and stood up, curiosity piqued. Whatever they were up to, it was bound to be fun.

When you pushed open the door to their classroom, chaos was the perfect word to describe it. The room looked like a tornado had torn through it—chairs and desks were scattered haphazardly, and even the teacher’s desk had somehow been flipped over. It was a disaster zone.

“Seriously, guys?” You tried to hold back a laugh. Mingi, Seonghwa, San, and the rest of the boys were there, their white uniforms abandoned in a pile in the corner, leaving them in their shirtsleeves. Mingi was the first to speak, his deep voice brimming with excitement. “We’re gonna play ‘Ice Ice Water.’ Come on, you’re joining, right?”

You blinked, glancing around at the mess. “Here? In this?”

Wooyoung grinned, nodding enthusiastically. “Yeah, it’s perfect! It adds to the adrenaline. Imagine weaving through all this chaos while trying not to get tagged!”

You hesitated for a moment, but Yunho’s reassuring smile pushed your doubts aside. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this. It’ll be fun.”

With a deep breath, you agreed. After all, what else were you going to do? And who could resist that infectious excitement? “Alright, I’m in.”

The game began, and soon, all your worries vanished. The room filled with laughter, squeals, and the sound of shuffling feet as everyone dodged desks, chairs, and each other. The chaos was exhilarating. Your heart raced as you tried to evade the players who were “it,” the thrill of the game taking over.

Wooyoung, Jongho, and Yeosang were the "it" team. You found yourself pushing a desk toward Jongho to block his path before sprinting away. Mingi’s booming laughter echoed through the room as he narrowly escaped Wooyoung, who dramatically dove into a pile of chairs, sending them toppling over. Yunho moved swiftly, dodging obstacles with a playful grin. Even Seonghwa, usually calm and composed, couldn’t stop laughing as he weaved around the overturned teacher’s desk.

At one point, Mingi was frozen, and you dashed over to tap him back into the game, reigniting the chaos. Yunho grabbed your arm as you both giggled, watching Seonghwa get cornered by Jongho and Wooyoung, who pretended to be zombies as they playfully bit Seonghwa’s arms. Seonghwa dramatically slid down the wall in mock defeat.

“Yah, yah, yah!” Yunho’s panicked stuttering made you laugh in confusion as he let go of your arm and ran off, leaving you unaware of Yeosang sneaking up behind you. Before you knew it, he had tackled you into a back hug, laughing as he playfully bit your shoulder.

“Gotcha bitch—!” He teased with a mischievous grin. A yelp mixed with a laugh as you were taken back by Yeosang’s sudden attack. You tried to wiggle free, but Yeosang’s evil laugh—though totally fake—made you laugh along with him. “Yah, Yunho, you traitor!” you called out, only to see him doubled over with laughter.

“It’s not my fault! I didn’t know either!” Yunho laughed, holding his stomach.

Frozen by the rules of the game, you were about to lose when the door suddenly opened. Everyone froze, turning to see who had entered. Relief washed over you when you saw San and Hongjoong.

San’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Can I join, please?” He didn’t wait for an answer, already running toward you, only for Yeosang to tackle him mid-stride. “Join the dark side, brother!” Yeosang declared dramatically, making everyone burst into laughter.

Hongjoong chose the water side, and the game resumed. You couldn’t stop giggling as Wooyoung and San chased Yunho, who was effortlessly dodging them, while Hongjoong sneakily tried to unfreeze Seonghwa, only to be caught by Jongho.

“Nice try, hyung,” Jongho chuckled to which Hongjoong jutted his lips in annoyance and Jongho flashing his gummy smile. Yeosang was also trying to catch Yunho when he noticed you gesturing for Mingi to come closer and unfreeze you. Mingi nodded, but as he sprinted toward you, Yeosang caught up, figuring both of your plans out, tagging him just as Mingi reached you. Freezing both of you at the same time. The momentum carried Mingi forward, and before you knew it, he was hugging you close to his chest with one arm as both of you stumbled backward against the wall, using the other arm to catch both of you. 

Everyone cooed at the sight, teasing you both. Your heart pounded in your chest, your cheeks burning as Mingi chuckled softly, his own heart racing.

“Let’s continue the game without them!” Wooyoung teased, hollering at you both as you buried your face in Mingi’s chest. Mingi chuckled, looking over his shoulder. “Yah, unfreeze us already!”

Yeosang leaned against the wall, smirking. “How about… no?”

You chuckle, your forehead pressing on his chest as it rumbles in a fit of giggle looking down on you, “You okay?”

Nodding, looking up at him, “Yeah .. is your arm okay?” Pertaining on the arm holding you both, frozen by the rules of the game. He nodded, “Don’t worry about it as long as you’re not hurt, I’ll be stronger for the both of us.”

His words made you blush beet red making you dive back on his chest, your warmth was making him fuzzy inside. Pulling you closer to him as he watches over his shoulders as Yunho keeps sending him teasing looks as he manoeuvre towards your direction and unfreeze you both. 

Mingi grabbed your hand in his and ran off when Yeosang saw you both unfroze. Mingi giggling while you stuck your tongue out. 

“Let’s run away!”

Despite the small space and the mess, the game brought you all closer. It wasn’t just about playing—it was about making memories together. By the time the game ended, you were all breathless, lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling with wide smiles. The room was even messier than before, but none of you cared. This was exactly how you wanted to remember the end of the school year—full of laughter, friendship, and moments that would last a lifetime.

As you lay there, catching your breath, Mingi turned his head toward you, a soft smile on his lips. “This was fun. We need to do more of this during the summer.”

You smiled back, nodding. “Definitely. But maybe next time, let’s find a bigger space.”

The laughter that followed was the perfect way to end the day.

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Dream Warriors Chapter 4

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 4

Summary: Sam and the reader discuss her dreams. Dean and the reader make some progress on the case and their relationship.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, other original characters

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, angst

Read Chapter 3 here.

You and Sam both continue to stare at your perfectly healed hands. All traces of the burns were now gone. You look up at Sam, tears stinging your eyes.

“You saw that, right?? I’m not going crazy. You saw that too,” you practically beg. He nods his head slowly, trying to process what he’d just witnessed.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” He asks. You shake your head quickly, looking back at your hands.

“I wish I knew,” you mumble. You flex your hands slowly, wiggling your fingers as well. “I’ve been having these dreams. We thought it was just stress from the miscarriage and due date but now…”

“Dreams?” Sam asks, watching you closely. You look up at him and nod.

“It’s all so normal. No monsters. Our families are alive. Dean and I are very clearly in love but I married someone else who’s been cheating on me. You finished school and you’re getting married to Jessica,” you tell him. He frowns a little more and nods. “When I’m there, when I’m in the dreams, all of this is just a dream. A dream I hardly pay attention to. And it all feels real, holding my daughter feels real.”

“The burns?” He asks, cutting his eyes to your hands.

“I went to get a pie from the oven in a rush and forgot potholders,” you explain. He nods again then shrugs his shoulders.

“Okay, ugh…normally, I’d agree that it’s just your subconscious but…” He trails off and you nod. “What are you thinking? A spell? A djinn maybe?” He asks as he makes his way back to his laptop. You frown, pulling your knees into your chest.

“I don’t know what to think, Sam,” you tell him. He nods and starts to type on his computer. You sit in silence for a moment before looking around. “Where’s Dean?”

“Went to talk to the sheriff again,” he says, picking up John’s journal. You roll your eyes, throwing the blankets off of yourself.

“The sheriff isn’t going to talk to him. Why didn’t he wake me?” You ask as you move to your bag. You open it to find that Dean had taken your fed clothes last night and put them away neatly.

“He wanted to let you sleep as much as possible. You really scared him last night,” he says. You stop what you’re doing and look at him, confused. “When you heard that baby crying?”

“That was Ella,” you say. He raises an eyebrow in question and you sigh, looking back into your bag. “My daughter. I mean – the baby in my dreams.” Sam frowns as he watches you.

“Y/N, she isn’t real,” he reminds you. Rolling your eyes, you rise to your feet, clothes in hand.

“I told you, Sam. When I’m in the dreams, she’s the realest thing in the world. I’d give my life for her in a heartbeat,” you tell him. He nods slightly.

“Well try not to do that. Minor injuries may heal but dying?” He asks. You frown and nod, turning for the bathroom. “Want me to call Dean?”

“I’m not gonna tell him,” you inform Sam before closing the door behind you. You hear his chair scrape the floor before he approaches the door.

“What do you mean you aren’t telling him?” He asks. Sighing, you begin to change clothes.

“He’s already worried about me enough. I’m not giving him more reason to,” you call through the door to him.

“Y/N, something is hurting you in your dreams. That’s not something you should hide from him,” he says. You finish buttoning up your shirt and pull the door open again.

“Please. We can figure this out. Me and you,” you plead with him. He shakes his head slightly, conflicted.

“Nothing good ever comes from any of us keeping secrets, Y/N. You tell us that all the time,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. You reach out and place your hands on his arms gently.

“Sam, I’m begging you. Just…one day. Let’s see what we can find in one day and if we don’t get anything or if things get worse tonight, then I’ll tell him,” you say. You bite your lip, waiting for his response. A car door closes from just outside the room and your pleading look turns to panic. “Sam, please.”

“Okay. Fine. One day,” he relents, turning back towards his table in the corner. You let out a sigh as the door to the room opens and Dean steps in. He’s got three cups of coffee and a white bag in his hands. He smiles widely when he sees you.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty finally woke up,” he teases, setting the breakfast he’d picked up down on the table. Sam takes one of the coffees and looks into the bag.

“Find anything out?” He asks, pulling a glazed donut from the bag. Dean picks up the other two cups and starts towards you.

“Well, they finally got an ID on one of the victims. Monica Lester. Married. From a town about an hour east of here,” he informs you both. He holds one of the cups out to you and you smile a little, taking it. You thank him and he winks at you before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sheriff Anderson has so graciously agreed to let me do the notification.”

“I’ll go with you,” you tell him before taking a drink from the coffee. He frowns at you and shakes his head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. The man just lost the woman he loved and their unborn baby, Y/N,” he says. You sigh and nod, walking over to the table.

“And if anyone can understand at least part of that, it’s us,” you tell him as you reach into the bag yourself.

“Yea, just part of it, sure,” Dean mumbles, rising to his feet. You look at him quickly.

“What?” You ask. He smiles a little and shakes his head, walking over as well.

“Sammy, you good to stay back and keep digging?” He asks. Sam glances between the two of you before nodding.

“Yea, I’m fine,” he says. You give him a pointed look and he nods his head once. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

The two of you load into the front seat of the Impala and begin the hour-long drive to the first victim’s house. The ride is quiet, neither of you saying much at all. The invisible wall between you, that you had just started to believe could be torn down, now seemed to be reinforced and even bigger somehow. Dean parks the car on the curb in front of the house and the two of you look over at it.

“You sure about this?” Dean asks. You look over at him.

“Oh, now you’re talking to me again?” You ask. He stares at you for a moment, seemingly stunned. “Yes, I’m sure. Come on.” Pushing the door open a bit too violently, you climb out of the car and slam the door. Dean gets out quickly and rushes around.

“I don’t know why you’re mad at me, but you don’t have to take it out on the car,” he says, fixing his tie. You stop in your tracks halfway across the yard. Dean gets only a few steps ahead of you before stopping and looking back.

“I just wish you’d talk to me,” you tell him. He shakes his head, taking a step towards you.

“Talk to you? Y/N, I try to talk to you all the time. You shut me down,” he huffs, exasperation clear on his face. You stare at him before walking to the front door quickly. “See??”

“We’re on a job, Dean,” you insist, reaching for the doorbell. He grabs your hand before you can make contact with the button, holding on to you tight.

“Y/N,” he pleads. You pull your hand away from his and press the button, hearing the bell ring inside. Footsteps quickly approach the door and Dean straightens up, reaching into his coat pocket as you do the same. The door opens and a man, around the same age as you and Dean, looks between you.

“Chris Lester?” Dean asks. The man nods, panic quickly spreading across his face. “We’re with the FBI. Agents Wayne and Prince. Could we speak with you?”

“Oh God,” he prays, voice trembling. You reach out and place a comforting hand on his arm.

“We should sit down,” you tell him. He nods his head slightly before turning to lead the way. You two follow and Dean pushes the door closed, glancing around the house. Mr. Lester leads the two of you into what seems to be the living room of the house. He sits on the edge of an arm chair as you and Dean take seats on the couch. The man leans forward and wrings his hands nervously.

“Is this about Monica?” He asks. You glance at Dean and he sighs, looking down at his own hands.

“Mr. Lester, we’re sorry to have to inform you but…your wife’s body was found three days ago about an hour from here,” Dean tells him.

Chris’ face falls slowly as each word is processed. You can see the moment his heart breaks in his eyes. He slumps forward with a wail and Dean quickly reaches out, catching him. You allow Mr. Lester a few minutes with his grief before Dean speaks to him again.

“I know it’s hard but we need you to answer a few questions so we can catch whoever did this.” Chris nods and slowly moves himself back into the chair. Dean sits back on the couch and straightens his jacket.

“Can we get you anything?” You ask. Chris shakes his head and wipes at his cheeks.

“No. You, ummm, you have questions?” He asks, voice still thick with tears. You nod and look at Dean.

“Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt your wife?” He questions. Chris shakes his head, looking at his hands.

“No one. Monica is…” He stops and swallows back more tears. “She was an amazing woman. Everyone loved her. What happened?” You frown and shake your head.

“We’ll spare you the details for now but it doesn’t appear that she suffered,” you tell him. He nods slightly, running his hands over his face.

“Why would someone do this?” He asks, starting to lose it again. Dean reaches out, placing a comforting hand on Chris’ shoulder.

“It’s not going to make sense. No matter what we find out. Believe me. I know how you feel,” he tells him. Chris looks up at him and you bite your lip, looking down at your hands. “About three months ago, my girlfriend went to the store. Broad daylight in a crowded parking lot, a man stabbed her. She was six months pregnant. I lost them both that day.” You look at Dean quickly, fighting back tears. Chris shakes his head slightly. Before you can say anything, the sound of little feet running causes you all to sit up straight.

“Daddy.” A little girl, about four or five, runs into the room. “Who are you?” She asks, looking between you and Dean. Chris wipes at his eyes before forcing a smile.

“They’re friends,” he tells her. You put on your best smile before rising and walking over to her.

“My name’s Y/N. What’s yours?” You ask, kneeling down in front of her. She smiles back at you widely.

“Claire,” she says. Your smile widens a little.

“I have a friend named Claire,” you tell her. “Could you show me your room?” She nods quickly and takes your hand, pulling on it. She leads you up the stairs and into an adorably decorated princess bedroom where she immediately runs over to her dollhouse.

You take a seat at a little tea table in the corner where you spend the next several minutes being introduced to a number of dolls. This is immediately followed by a Barbie fashion show, Claire showing off all of her outfits. While you smile and laugh at the young girl, you can’t help but think back to what Dean had said. I lost them both that day. It felt like the final nail in the coffin that now held your relationship.

After a few minutes, a gentle knock at the door draws your attention. It opens and Chris steps into the room, a sad smile on his face. He tells you that Dean is outside and you say goodbye to Claire before going downstairs. Stepping out onto the porch, you find Dean in the yard on his phone, presumably with Sam.

“Yea, sounds good. We’ll see you later,” he says before hanging up. He drops his phone back into his coat pocket. “He’s got the names of the other two victims. They’re from the same town the opposite direction so he’s gonna go see their families.” You nod slightly and cross your arms, looking down. “Y/N…”

“I’m not dead, you know,” you cut him off. He scoffs a laugh causing you to look up.

“Yea, I know. Do you?” He asks. You stare at him, stunned. “I tried talking to you in the car and you were practically catatonic. You’re mourning. I get that. I am too. But I’m not the one doing the pushing.” You shake your head slightly.

“I’m not…”

“You are! You flinch away from my touch. You barely speak to me. I want to hold you again. I want to kiss you again. I want to make love to you again. And if you aren’t ready for that yet, that’s fine. I get that. But…tell me what I need to do to fix this,” he pleads. You shake your head again, fighting back a sob, and move to walk past him. He reaches out, catching your elbow. “Y/N, talk to me!” You spin to face him, jerking your arm from his grasp.

“Get mad!!” You snap at him, shoving at his chest. He stumbles a step back. “You never got mad!!”

“I’m mad as hell. If you’d seen what I did to that demon when I found him…” He trails off and you wipe at your eyes quickly.

“Not at the demon, Dean!! Get mad at me!! Blame me!! It was my fault!!” You scream at him through your sobs. He stares at you, wide eyed, and shakes his head. “It was. I was her mother and I should have protected her better.”

“Sweetheart, I could never blame you for that. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me,” he says, reaching out for you.

“No, you’re not!! You weren’t even there!!” You insist as he gently takes your arms in his hands.

“Exactly. If I hadn’t been out on a hunt, if I had been home with you, I could have stopped him and we’d have our baby right now,” he says. You shake your head as you stare at him, bewildered.

“That’s ridiculous. We agreed you’d continue to hunt,” you tell him. He nods slightly, slowly pulling you closer to him.

“What’s even more ridiculous is you thinking I could or should blame you. From the day you found out you were pregnant, you were in full mom-mode. And it was the greatest thing I’d ever seen. You stopped hunting, stopped drinking, stopped eating junk. You were already an amazing mom and she wasn’t even here yet,” he says, his voice soft and calming. His arms hesitantly and slowly wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Your firsts clench at the lapels of his jacket, as though you’re clinging on for dear life. “Let me fix it,” he pleads. A sob breaks through as you bury your face in his chest. Dean’s chin comes to rest on top of your head as he holds you close, rubbing circles into your back.

The two of you stand in that same spot, clinging on to one another, for what feels like forever. Your sobs eventually begin to subside and Dean’s arms loosen enough for you to look up at him. His lips brush your forehead and you feel yourself smile.

“Sam’s out for a little while. What do you say we go back to the room and talk some more?” He asks, looking down at you. You nod, wiping at your cheek.

“I like the sound of that,” you tell him. He smiles a little and leaves one arm around your waist as he pulls you to the waiting Impala. He opens the door for you and you slide in all the way to the middle.

After closing the door, Dean goes around and slips into the driver’s seat. He looks at you and smiles widely as you wrap your arms around his, laying your head on his shoulder. His hands come to rest on your knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth slowly as he sets out for the motel again.

The ride back is quiet again but a different, comfortable silence. You stay tucked into Dean’s side, holding on tight to his arm as he drives. Occasionally, he turns and places a kiss on top of your head. Each time, you respond with a kiss to his shoulder. For the first time in a long time, things actually begin to feel right again.

Back at the motel, you take a seat on the edge of the bed you’re sharing and watch as he makes his way around the room. He removes his suit jacket and lays it across the back of a chair before starting to loosen his tie. You smile as you watch the muscles in his shoulders through the tight dress shirt he’s wearing. You’re on your feet before you have a chance to second guess yourself. Slowly, you wrap your arms around him from behind. He tenses up for only a split second before relaxing in your arms. Standing on your toes, you press a kiss against his shoulder blade.

“I love you,” you whisper into the fabric of his shirt. His fingers ghost over your arms before he turns to face you. You pull your arms in between the two of you now, your hands resting on his firm chest. He caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers before quickly closing the distance between you. Your lips move together in unison as he grips at your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

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Later in the afternoon, you’re lying on top of Dean, your arms crossed over his bare chest as you watch him. He smiles at you sleepily and you can’t help but laugh.

“Wear you out?” You ask. He shakes his head, his hands running over your exposed back slowly.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says. You smile as you watch him for a moment. He reaches up and pushes your hair behind your ear gently.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away,” you apologize. He smiles a little and shakes his head.

“We’re gonna be okay, Sweetheart,” he assures you. You nod slightly before stretching up and catching his lips with yours once more. He smiles in the kiss and threads his fingers into your hair.

The door opens suddenly and you pull away from Dean with squeak as Sam comes into the room.

“Hey – come on, guys!!” He says, turning his back quickly. Dean smirks at you as you scramble to pull the sheet across your chest. “I asked if you wanted a separate room for a reason.”

“Calm down, Sammy. What ya got?” Dean asks, pushing himself up in the bed. Sam glances over his shoulder slowly to make sure you’re covered before turning to face the two of you again.

“I’ve got a pretty solid lead on the Manananggal,” he says, handing Dean a brochure. You look over his shoulder at it and frown.

“That’s just a Lamaze class, Sam,” you tell him. Dean nods slightly, opening the pamphlet.

“Yea, Y/N and I were looking into some,” he says. Sam nods quickly.

“Exactly. What better place for a monster to find pregnant women than a class for pregnant women? I checked and all the victims attended this class at least once,” he says. Dean hands the pamphlet back to him then leans over the side of the bed, picking his previously discarded jeans up.

“Worth a shot. You coming?” He asks, looking at you as he pulls them back on. You bite your lip before shaking your head.

“I don’t think that would be a good place for me right now,” you tell him. Relief washes over him before he rises from the bed and rushes to the bathroom. You watch him go before looking at Sam. “Did you find anything?” You ask him quietly. He shakes his head, frowning.

“Nothing yet,” he tells you. You frown as well and nod, looking down at your hands. The memories of the burns come back to you. “If you go to sleep, just be careful, okay?”

“Yea,” you say, nodding slightly. Dean comes back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, fully dressed in his usual plaid and jacket combo. He smiles at you before giving you a quick kiss.

“We’ll be back. Get some rest,” he says. You smile your best and nod.

“Just be careful,” you tell him. He kisses you one more time before following Sam out the door and to the car. You fall back onto the mattress with a heavy sigh and run your hands over your face before pulling the blankets up around yourself. Your hands slips down to your stomach and you feel the scar. You know it’s real. The pain and grief. The love you have for Dean. It’s all real.

“This is real,” you repeat to yourself over and over, a steady mantra as you drift off to sleep in the late evening.

“This is real,” you mumble as your eyes open to the darkness of the very early morning. Your hand still on your stomach, you feel the smooth skin before sitting up and looking around Dean’s bedroom. “This is real,” you tell yourself, looking at the bandages on your hands.

Read Chapter 5 here.

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Part 1

They’re not getting Derek’s memories back.

Stiles sat by the wolf’s bedside and held his hand as he repeated the same thought over and over.

Derek will never remember “them” as they were ever again.

The ritual they finished the night before was their last shot, their last hope.

It took a lot out of Derek, hours of the pack holding him down as he screamed and struggled against pain they can only imagine. And it was all for nothing.

Derek’s only woken once since that night, and one look was all it took for Stiles to know.

It didn’t work. This is it. This is his Derek now.

Stiles also knows that he should be thankful.

He reaches over and runs his fingers through Derek’s hair.

The ritual could’ve killed him, but it didn’t. It could’ve made him catatonic for the rest of his life, but it didn’t.

Derek’s alive. Derek woke up. Derek’s still here.

A little fragmented, sure, but still here. And still wanting to be his.

Stiles very gently caresses Derek’s cheek and swallows against the building lump at the back of his throat.

Still, Stiles can’t help the grief creeping and insisting at the pit of his stomach.

Derek’s still here. He wants to be thankful that Derek’s still here. In fact, he very much is.

He holds Derek’s hand a little tighter.

But they both lost something here. They all did.

Cora, a part of her brother. Peter, a bit of his nephew. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac, a once upon a time leader and mentor.

For Stiles and Derek…

The heavy weight of Derek’s life in his arms as they treaded that wretched school pool. That first precious gasp of air with the realization that someone, that the both of them cares whether the other lives or dies.

That night scouting in the jeep with tense silences and uncertain, hoping glances, a stark contrast to their usual neverending stream of snarks and bickering.

That moment of truth at La Iglesia, the sight of Derek bleeding and dying on the ground and Stiles’ despairing realization that this was his person, he didn’t want to ever lose him, and he was most certainly about to.

And more, and more.

For Stiles and Derek, they were losing so much more. But —

“It’s okay.”

Stiles takes a deep breath in and breathes out the heavy doubt from within.

“We’re gonna be okay,” he tells Derek. “I’ll just remember for the both of us.”

He admires Derek’s long lashes and takes a moment to be grateful that Derek at least gets to rest.

“I’ll remember and we,” he twines their fingers together, “we can just start again, you and I.”

He kisses Derek’s knuckles, tries to stop the tears threatening at the corners of his eyes.

“We’re gonna be okay, Sourwolf. We’re gonna be great, just you wait and see.”

“Promise?” Stiles looks up to see tired hazel eyes blinking at him. He smiles in return.

“For your dumbass, anything.”

Derek pulls him up for a kiss, and Stiles welcomes the sensation. He feels Derek promise the same thing, everything, too.

[lokisivy]

Charles Xavier X Fem!Mutant!Reader

Timeline: 1973 (X-men days future and past)

summary: you have a secret you kept from Charles after he got depressed and after stopping the serum he regains his powers and tries to read your mind.

warnings: angst, abortion and mentions of depression and panic attacks

your pov

It was another day like any other Charles getting drunk and trying to mask his sadness with sarcasm its been almost 11 years since Cuba and after losing his legs, raven, Erick and the school shutting down. he got so depressed.

i knew the moment he tried to pick me us at the bar with his mutant facts that he was the love of my life and i felt it too in him.

one of my powers are being able to feel others feeling.

i tried cheering him up with sex and romantic trips but he was still sad.

but then angel from the future named Logan came and told him about a future where all mutants are dying from robots made by Ravens DNA.

"Yeah I remember you now, I'm gonna say what you said to us before 'Fuck off' "

I was mad so mad i ran after him going to his rokm blowing at him

"What the fuck Charles!" i yelled at him

"what do you want now." he scoffs getting a syringe to take

"This man out there just said that the fate of many mutants lies on our hands and your fucking telling him to fuck off."

"How much longer are you gonna hide its been 10 fucking years you need to face the music Charles, bad things happen and we choose whether we want it to affect us or not." you yelled getting more furious at his calmness and unbothered self

"nothing matters anymore." he took a swing of the bottle of alcohol next to him

"What about me?" my heart started to ache I felt his love drift away everyday i dont if it was the sadness or him but i definitely felt something change.

he doesn't answer and starts laying on his back.

i was on the brink of crying at this point i couldn't hold it anymore longer

"Tell me charles!" i start sobbing i couldn't take in anymore of this emotional build up.

"because i never feeling any emotions from you when i'm around you!"

i falls on my knees crying out all my feelings that i've contained

i suddenly felt a warm embrace it was Charles hugging me cressing my head

"You mean the world to me darling."

"if anyone tried to hurt you i would feel sorry for what happens to them."

i hugged him back finally feeling the comfort i've been seeking all this time i sob on his shoulders

"I'm sorry i didn't acknowledge your feelings i was being selfish like you said but i swear i love you."

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after a while Charles regained his powers and the time youve feared has come. before he took the serum charles would always get in your head and check on you. not that he didn't trust you, but you in fact told him too it was very handy when you were aroused he would give you everything you thought about.

when ever you didn't want him to read your mind you thought about something that could keep him out and when you did that he would give you the privacy you needed

you always thought about a garden of sunflowers where you were picking flowers.

after charles trying to find raven with Cerebro he got frustrated for not being able to connect to her.

"I cant do this." charles said

"No you can just try." logan said

he looked into logans memory and then drifted to me trying to tell me he wants to trying to read my mind

"Can I?" he looked at me

you didnt want to seem sus so you leaned down on you knees giving him acesses to hold your head.

"Why are you thinking about flowers, do you not want me to read your mind?"

"Yes.."

"What are you hiding Y/N?"

he hold your head trying to look past your memories

"Charles stop!" you try to get out of the tight grip but it doesn't work his grip is too tight

he got closer to the memory you wanted to avoid

he saw it all

you laying on a bed getting a the abortion

the pregnancy results

you talking to hank about it

"You were pregnant with our child and you killed it"

"Please don't say that charles." tears start to pool in my eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he said with hurt in his voice

"I'm sorry i swear i wanted to tell you but i thought that it was for the best not to overwhelm you and put pressure on you. you were always sad and angry it was the wrong time having a child." my voice cracked

"It wasn't your choice to make by yourself Y/N ! it was my child too!" rage filled his voice

"I'm so sorry i was scared how you would react i thought you might blame me for ruining your life i'm sorry." you cried holding his head close to you trying to make him feel your emotions

"Ruining? Y/N if i knew you were pregnant it would've given me hope, to be better."

"i didnt know im sorry please forgive me charles." you tried to feel his emotions bt he was blocking you.

"Please tell me what you feel."

"I'm afraid you wont like what you feel, you must already feel horrible about it and i need time to process it." he said cressing my head.

"You still love me right?" you asked scared of his answer.

"I still love you darling but you need to know that this is all new to me... Alright?" he tried reassure me but i sense a wave of hesitation in his voice.

i knew he wasnt okay i know he hates me for what i did im trying to accese his emotions but he keeps blocking me.

we left Cerebro and on our way to the plane i talked with hank.

"Do you think what i did was wrong?" i asked him trying to seek comfort

"I'm not in a place to say what you did was wrong because I think what you did was brave you knew it was the wrong time to have a child and you didn't want to gamble but hiding it from Charles was wrong who knows he might have changed for the baby made a better life out of it."

Panic rose to my throat, the moment I stepped into the plane you went to the bathroom Charles was already there and he noticed your panic

you couldn't breathe the air was stuck in your throat.

This is all my fault you kept saying to yourself

"Y/N what is going on are you okay?"

your heard Charles in your head "Charles... I'm sorry Charles it's all my fault I killed our baby it's all my fault." You cried you fell on your knees

You didn't notice Charles in the bathroom until he tried to hold your head.

"It's me it's just me dont worry, darling," he reassured you.

You turned to him hugging him burying your face in his chest.

"I'm sorry- i- it was a mistake I should've told you." you cried

yes, Charles was upset about the abortion but a part of him knew that he was too far down the rabbit hole he wouldn't have been supportive.

"I need you to calm down my love." he tried to pull your face to see it

"I can't- I-"

"Calm down." he gave your mind the order.

your breath slowed down. you stopped crying.

he wiped your tears off of your face. "It's alright my love you were trying to protect me I admit I'm upset about it but we can make more when we are ready I need you to promise me you won't hide from me something like that ever again," he said tucking some of the hairs out of your face behind your ears.

"I promise, I won't hide from your anything again," you promised him and you tend to keep it.

"It's alright I'm here my angel." you smiled at the nickname.

he took your hand and placed it on his head allowing you to feel his emotions and all you felt was love and protection towards you

"I love you so much." you laughed lightly kissing his lips.

You felt his heart flutter when you said that giving you the reply you need.

"I love you more." he kissed back.

excuse me if I switched points of view I'm too tired to care tbh

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 2 of Wingman Nancy

Obviously Nancy couldn’t outright flirt with Robin. She was off limits until Steve was taken care of. But as she and Eddie had discussed, things were different for girls. She had a different kind of freedom when it came to the things girls could do. She couldn’t go smacking Robin on the ass, but nail painting was the perfect excuse to touch her hands.

She kept her head down and was subtly biting her lip so that she kept from complimenting her hands. Or kissing them. She and Robin were in the living room of the Wheeler house, sitting in the kitchen. Steve and Eddie were out on a jog. Nancy hoped it was going well. Guys getting sweaty together seemed like a prime bonding moment.

They came in, glistening alright. Eddie sounded and looked like he was dying.

“Looks like it was an intense workout”, Robin commented, barely giving them a glance.

“It was a good run”, Steve said, getting a bottle of water for both himself and Eddie. “Thanks for being my running buddy today. I needed the cardio.”

“It was nothing”, Eddie was leaning against the fridge like it was the only think keeping him up. He took a big swig from the bottle handed to him.

Trying not to miss an opportunity, Nancy looked up at them both.

“Steve, have you been doing other workouts?”, she asked.

He nodded. “You never know what’s gonna happen. And being a jock has saved my life more than once at this point.”

“Yeah, but how much is enough Steve? I don’t think we need the Hulk on our team”, Robin said and Nancy could’ve kissed her for inadvertently giving her the perfect opportunity.

“Oh he’s not that big. Steve, show us.”

Nancy shot Eddie a look and his eyes got big and wide as Steve flexed an arm.

“It’s not a serious bulk up but some muscle wouldn’t hurt me”, Steve said.

“Not serious? Steve, you’re turning into a meat-head”, Robin lamented.

“Eddie, me and Robin’s hands are busy. Feel Steve’s muscle and tell us if it’s ‘serious bulk’“, Nancy said.

Eddie looked like about a second from letting out a squeak. He reached out and touched Steve’s muscle and his brain stopped working. Steve was saying something. And Nancy was saying something. Then Robin said something. Eddie didn’t process any of it until they were all looking at him and his hand was still on Steve’s arm.

“They’re uh, pretty manly, dude.”

Steve smiled at him. “Thanks man.”

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Eddie spent about the next two days in despair but he at least got to hear Nancy tell him about Steve’s hair for his troubles. The two of them were in the library again, actually studying for real school for once, but as usual it was secondary to more important things.

“Nancy, I don’t think this is working.”

“We’ve barely tried anything.” She tapped her pencil against her chin. “Maybe if you two wrestle-”

“Listen. Listen to me.” Eddie leaned in close and whispered. “If I get an accidental boner-”

“What if he gets an accidental boner? What then, Munson?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. He didn’t know what was rocking him more. The idea of Steve’s erection pressed into him or Nancy Wheeler saying ‘boner’. 

“I just think we need to change tactics a bit.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Eddie rolled his shoulders. “I’m gonna wing it.”

“I’d really prefer not to stake my dating future on you winging it”, Nancy said.

“Have a little faith Big Wheel.”

Because Eddie had noticed one thing at least. They had been going into this treating him like King Steve. But the Steve of today wasn’t the same one Nancy had dated.

So the next time he was around Steve, he tried things a little differently. Instead of trying to get on his level with sports, they just talked. Steve was easy to talk to, always had been, even if it wasn’t something they both mutually enjoyed. Instead of commenting on his impressive physique, he couldn’t help but say something about all the moles Steve had.

“How many of these have you got anyway?”, he had asked. Then, feeling bold, he poked one of them on his neck and Steve had giggled. Giggled. He looked just as shocked as Eddie and tried to cover it by clearing his throat.

“I’ve uh never counted”, Steve replied.

“I could. If you gimme time.”

Eddie had to pat himself on the back for how smooth that sounded. Steve had gone into the kitchen to get a drink and after a minute, Eddie followed. Nancy and Robin were in the backyard, having some kind of intimate conversation with their heads bowed in close and Eddie was almost nosy enough to pay them any mind. But he was a man on a mission.

Steve was by the counter, refilling his solo cup and Eddie hyped himself up before moving in. Steve was turned away from him and Eddie put a hand on his waist as he reached over to go into the cupboard for a bag of chips. He let his touch linger a little.

“Pardon me”, Eddie had said. As he moved away, he felt some of Steve’s hair tickle his cheek and would be adding that sensation to his spank bank later.

And then he walked out of the kitchen.

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“Okay, spill”, Eddie said when he met Nancy at a diner the next morning.

She didn’t hesitate to tell him everything. About how they’d gone out of the house for some fresh air, how Nancy usually didn’t hang out around Steve’s pool anymore and the reasons why.

“But I felt...like safe there with Robin. And not in a ‘she could kick a monster’s ass’ sort of way, but like, nothing bad was going to happen with her around, you know?”

Eddie nodded. He did know.

“Anyway, after it got pretty heavy, I tried changing the subject and I don’t even remember everything but I think we might be going to college together and Eddie I think I might be losing my mind.”

“Nah. You’re just in love, Nancy.”

Nancy frowned. “I’ve thought that before. And both times I was wrong.”

Eddie leaned in forward. “Does this feel like Steve or Jon?”

She shook her head. “Robin is different. But this is between gir-”

“Doesn’t matter. And you know that. What you feel is what you feel.”

“It just feels like this should be harder. But Robin and I are clicking and I’m just waiting for that other shoe to drop.”

Eddie picked at his bacon while she spoke. “That explains things. You think it should be hard, so you’re making it hard. I bet Steve wouldn’t bat an eye at you two. Even if he was still single.”

“There are rules to dating, Eddie. I can’t go for his friend. Not if there’s still a chance that he might be-”, she cut herself off and looked away from him.

“A chance he might be into you still”, he finished for her.

She looked down at her french toast. “I know it sounds silly. But I told you about what he said in the RV. About the kids and the wife. I don’t know if that was end of the world talk or what, but I can’t break his heart again.”

Eddie didn’t say it out loud but part of him was afraid of that too. That even after everything, Steve would want to be back with Nancy. He had even tried pushing them together back when it made sense to him.

Things were different now, though. And Eddie didn’t want Nancy holding herself back from happiness. They all deserved better.

“Those same rules say we shouldn’t be doing this at all, Nance. In fact, if I flip to chapter 4, subsection C”, he mimed like he was opening a book. “The preppy girl from the nuclear family will marry the jock from the rich family and they will have about three children in a suburban home. Well, them’s the rules.”

Nancy smiled, glad at him for lightening the situation. “I guess we’ve been breaking the rules for a while now.”

“Then what’s one more? Ask Robin out”, Eddie said in a low voice.

Nancy looked around them. “Eddie I, I can’t.”

“Then what’ve we been doing this whole time?”

“Steve will-”

“Fuck Steve.”

“If you did, we wouldn’t have a problem.”

Eddie’s face got red and he sunk back into his seat, then rubbed his face a few times. He took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay, here’s the plan. We both ask them out. We don’t hesitate. We don’t wait for the other person to get their happy ending. We just go for it. And whatever happens, happens.”

Nancy took a long time to answer, clearly thinking deeply about it before responding. “You’re not afraid of Steve socking your jaw?”

He smirked. “Don’t underestimate the Munson charm~”

Part 4

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

Hi love ❤️ I’ve seen you’ve been missing writing and while I don’t want to burden this on you (please only respond if thinking and writing about this gives you joy) I wanted to share these two pics I keep connecting in my brain as if they happened at the same moment.

Harry walks by Louis’ desk. Their eyes meet.

And I keep wondering, what is going on here? Do you know?? 👀

Ask and you shall receive. 😘

— (loosely) based on Can You Keep A Secret? by Sophie Kinsella

—————

Harry was barely able to fight another yawn as he stood up from his incredibly new, incredibly bare, incredibly normal office desk.

As he closed his laptop and slipped it in his bag, he tried not to be too disappointed. All in all, the day had gone pretty well.

Ish.

Okay, so it had kind of been dead boring, but that was partially Harry’s fault for expecting too much. Apparently, almost dying on a horrifically turbulent flight halfway across the world to get a foot in the door of your dream job at an indie record label tended to lead to a rather anticlimactic first day. Who knew?

Like, not that Harry expected Elton John to walk through the halls or anything (that would be ridiculous; he was signed by Universal, everyone knew that), but like, maybe some grungy up-and-comer he could brag to all his friends about finding in a garage in the future.

Or, even the rumored new (hot), young (hot), brilliant (hot), openly gay (and hot) CEO, at least. Just to, like, confirm the rumors of the insanity of his hotness, you know?

But alas, the Mystery Boss had been holed up in a twelve-hour meeting that hadn’t even stopped for lunch, and God, did Harry somehow get tricked into working for the indie record label version of JP Morgan?

He grimaced. Considering his luck last weekend, he wouldn’t put it past the universe.

But just as he let out another quiet sigh, a petulant pout already forming on his lips, the door to the fortress that was Conference Room A opened. And because Harry was nothing if not nosy, he craned his neck just enough to take a harmless little peek inside at the head of the table.

It happened like lighting — blue eyes, and a smart smirk, and a 28 tattooed on his fingers.

And, thinking about that exact moment in hindsight, Harry would bet everything he owned that if there was a way his soul could have simply left him to die from embarrassment right then, it probably would have because…

“Flight 568, this is your captain speaking.”

“Oh God,” Harry whimpered over the crackling of the speaker as the plane rattled wildly all around them, “oh God, we’re going to die. Our captain is about to tell us we’re going to die,” he said, clutching the fingers of the stranger beside him without bothering to spare a thought to manners or like, boundaries. What on earth did he need manners for, now that they were clearly about to fucking die?

“We’re not going to die, mate,” the stranger said, his Northern accent calm.

But Harry wasn’t listening.

“Uhhh, we are,” he deigned to argue, even with the panic that was rising in his throat with each new violent shake. Then, suddenly, faced with the mounting reality of his mortality, Harry blurted out, “I lied on my CV.”

A beat of confused silence before, “O…kay—?”

“I just really wanted this job, you know?” Harry continued, because apparently, the precipice of death made him chatty. “It’s literally the dream. Like, the job I’ve wanted to do my whole entire life but never thought I’d have a shot at? That job.”

“I… see—”

“So I lied,” Harry repeated, just in case this stranger didn’t understand the depth of his betrayal. “And then I got it, and… and… Oh God—“ Harry wailed, squeezing his eyes shut as the plane rocked like it was made of paper, “And now I’m going to die, and they’re going to know. They’re going to know that I lied about where I went to school and I’m going to be dead, and my super hot new boss is gonna fire me posthumously, which is really unfortunate because I’m pretty sure he’s the kind of hot I would probably let fuck me in against a glass window, you know?” he asked, nervously forcing a laugh as he chanced a quick glance at the stranger.

He was met with blue eyes.

Blue eyes, and a smart smirk, and a 28 tattooed on the fingers Harry was currently crushing in his vice grip.

The stranger chuckled easily. “I’m nervous about my new job too.”

And…

“Oh God,” Harry said then, the horrible horrible truth sinking into his stomach as he watched his new (and now confirmed super, insanely hot) boss narrow his eyes thoughtfully at Harry through the slightly open door, before his brow began to lift in slow, amused recognition.

Oh. God.

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 34

word count: 408

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

August 5, 1990

Dear Will,

You probably wouldn’t believe it if I told you (I, of all people, should know you have quite a bit of trouble believing what I tell you), but I made a friend. I met him last week in the library while I was browsing the fantasy section for writing inspiration.

His name is Wyatt Bowman, and I think he’s kind of becoming my best friend. My best friend here, at least. He’s so cool. He has bold, dyed red hair, hazel eyes that vaguely remind me of yours, and a New Jersey accent. Not to mention, he has a killer taste in music— the day we met, he was wearing an Iron Maiden tee shirt. Okay, I’m gonna stop rambling, it kind of sounds like I’m trying to market Wyatt to you in hopes that you’d like him; that you’d approve.

I should also probably tell you that Wyatt and I have a friends with benefits situation going on, but it’s really not that serious. Whenever we hang out (at my place, since I live alone and he has a roommate), we usually just watch movies or play video games and smoke weed. And yes, I still smoke it occasionally, as long as I’m not the one who’s buying it or mixing too much of it with alcohol. We don’t drink together— well, I still do, but Wyatt’s been sober for a year because he got addicted to the stuff. He’s fine being around me, though. I drink a lot, but I’m fine. I can stop anytime I want. I just like feeling out of control sometimes; it’s seemingly the only thing in my life that I can control.

Anyway, once we’re properly buzzed, we get to making out pretty quickly. Then, someone moves a certain way, and suddenly we’re naked in my bed and coming down from the most insane orgasm in the history of the universe. Half an hour later, we could be chatting about school like nothing even happened. It’s kind of great, actually. I get to have mind blowing sex regularly, but without the commitment or the looming threat of emotionally cheating on Wall Will™, my imaginary not-even-ex-ex-boyfriend who hasn’t spoken to me in almost a year!! What a fucking bargain!

Speaking of bargaining, I miss you. If there’s anything I could possibly do to save us, please send me a sign. Letters or paintings work, too.

Love,

Mike

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[scoobydoodean]

❤️ Dean's friends and family and strangers and everyone loving him ❤️

Season 1

Masterpost here (still being updated)

1.01 "Pilot": Sam agrees to help look for John not because he thinks John is actually hurt (he thinks he's probably on a bender) or because Dean needs his help (he insists Dean can find John on his own) but because Dean admits he doesn't want to be alone. Sam agrees to go on the case just because he loves Dean and knows he's lonely.

1.02: Haley gives him a little kiss at the end of the episode and he goes: 😳

1.03 "Dead In The Water": Dean builds a bond with Lucas by empathizing with his trauma. Lucas begins communicating with Dean through art—the first attempt he's made to communicate with anyone since his father's death. By the end of the episode, he is talking again, and insists on making sandwiches for Sam and Dean to enjoy on the road, and is Dean's lil' buddy. :)

1.05 "Bloody Mary": "You're my brother and I'd die for you." - Sam <3

1.11 "Scarecrow": Sam is determined to find John, but after talking to Dean over the phone, when Dean stops picking up calls, Sam becomes worried and leaves the bus station to find Dean, telling Meg simply, "He's my family". At the end of the episode, Sam then tells Dean when Dean asks if he wants to be dropped off somewhere, "Jess and Mom—they’re both gone. Dad is God knows where. You and me. We’re all that’s left. So, if we’re gonna see this through, we’re gonna do it together."

1.12 "Faith" #1: Dean is dying and has immediately accepted it. When Dean tells Sam he just needs to accept that Dean is going to die, because there is nothing Sam can do to stop Dean from dying, Sam just says, "Watch me."

1.12 "Faith" #2: Dean has an instant connection with Layla. Even though Dean did things that should have antagonized her (like interrupting her healing, getting healed before her) she had nothing but love for him.

1.13 "Route 666": Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie Deancassie

1.14 "Nightmare": Sam is suddenly able to use previously untapped his psychic abilities in an adrenaline rush in response to seeing a vision where Dean dies. His desire to save Dean causes him to be able to move a huge piece of furniture blocking the door out of the closet.

1.16 "Shadow": While gently telling Dean that he has every intention of going back to school, Sam says, "Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you."

1.21 "Salvation" #1: Sam says, "Dean...ah...I wanna thank you.... For everything. You've always had my back you know? Even when I couldn't count on anyone I could always count on you. And ah...I don't know I just wanted to let you know, Just in case."

1.21 "Salvation" #2": Sam throws Dean up against a wall in a rage because Dean stopped him from running into a burning building to face the demon, and said their lives are more important than vengeance for the dead. Instead of matching Sam's anger, Dean speaks to him gently and gets through to Sam who realizes he is being destructive to himself and that they need to save John.

1.22 "Devil's Trap": #1 John takes back control of his body because of Dean's pleading.

1.22 "Devil's Trap" #2: Sam, who was previously set on valuing revenge on the demon over preserving his life or John's, is influenced by Dean's claims that revenge isn't worth it. As a result, he goes with Dean to save John from Meg instead of waiting for demons to show up (and probably dying) and he refuses to shoot John to kill Azazel. When John questions his actions, Sam says revenge is not above everything, and looks at Dean in the rearview mirror.

[4trackcassette]

"This is a song about -- now let me say this, before I wanted to play the guitar, there was only one other thing I wanted to be: a lover (no, I'm kidding). Nah, I wanted to be a baseball player. And in my younger years, I concentrated very hard on this. Beginning when I was about 7 years old, I joined the Freehold New Jersey Colonial League. There's my teammates now! Hello. And then, I joined a little league. And then, when I got around high school age, I joined the Babe Ruth league. I was doing better! I only had one problem: Couldn't hit, couldn't throw, and couldn't catch. But I wasn't going to let those details stop me! Around 15, I got interested in a couple of other things, and one of them was the guitar. So, it was about that time when I was starting to do, like on Friday and Saturday nights, I'd do gigs with my band. And the baseball games were during the week, so they didn't get in each others way too much. But this one week, we had a rainout game and they rescheduled it for 8:30 Saturday morning. That's early for me. So, the night before I did a show, came home, got in bed about 4am, and then around 7:30, I heard that knock on my door. Heard some guys from my team. I told my mother, look, go down there and tell them that I'm sick, that I can't make the game, alright. So, she went down and she told em, nah he's too sick, he can't come, and they went away. And then about 20 minutes later they came back. I heard them saying "Oh Mrs. Springsteen, please, we only got 8 guys, and if Bruce don't come, we're gonna forfeit the game and it's gonna be the end of the season." All this stuff, right. So I'm laying in bed, I'm dying, like I hear em coming up the stairs. I'm laying in my bed. Now, I always sleep with my guitar. It bothers my girlfriends a little bit, but they get used to it. It's like, now I gotta make believe that I really am sick, so I'm like "ahem ahem," I'm making all these sick noises. And they come up and they're begging me and stuff. So finally -- I'm one of those people who can't say no, if you bother me enough, I say yes to anything. And so, I get on my suit and get out in right field, my head hurts ad it's early and I'm standing out there and I'm praying that nothing comes my way, and eight innings go by, I'm doing fine. And then right there, at the bottom of the eighth, with the score tied, all of a sudden. "Pshew!" "I got it, I got it!" The agony of defeat. Anyway, that's when I hung up my baseball cleats and decided to dedicate my life to rock 'n roll. But the other night I was out in this bar, and I met this guy, and he started telling me all about the glory days. In the end, they don't last...."

[farmerlesbian]

I have been questioning my sexuality for a long time, and having some feedback from queer people would be so helpful. So thank u

Well, I had known I like girls since I was like 14-15, I mean, it was really obvious and before figuring out I was educated in the topic an a total ally obsessed with the lgbt+ community, but yeah, I feel in love with a girl and started using bisexual as my label, because I had been also attracted to boys before,

I was like comfortable with that for a while, but, big point here I haven’t had anything with a girl at all, I knew I liked them but I had never had an experience, so years when by, and, at that time (18-19)I thought I was asexual because, I didn’t feel sexual atracción for anyone, and I was genially scared of it, but like this fellings where always more towards men.

Let’s keep in mind that I still had a crush for this girl, but like nothing ever happened so I tried to move on, and hang out with a guy I meet at school, but I remember like never felling comfortable with him, I felt really weird, I couldn’t explain it, but I ended ending up things with him because of how weird it felt.

Some time later, at a party I met a beautiful girl, and well long story shot we felt in love, and I literally made everything with her like in a week, it was, amazing, like just by kissing her, I was dying, I had never felt as good as I felt when I was with her

But well life happened so we broke up, and some time later I started hanging out with another girl, nothing serious happened, but like Omg, I can’t even describe how attracted I was to her, so that’s when I realized I might no be asexual or even Demi, cause the tension and attraction were there before having feelings for her.

As u might expect things didn’t worked out, so we stopped hanging out. To this point I was still kind of comfortable with calling me bi, but I had started questioning if I really liked men, cause I have never felt what I felt with the girls I meet, with guys.

Time passed , and I didn’t have anything serious, but at party’s sometimes I kissed boys, and I really didn’t wanted, it felt really weird, like so uncomfortable for me, and most of the time I would only kiss one if I was kind of drunk, and I felt so wrong afterwards, so I tried with girls and I liked so much, even when sometimes there where people I didn’t knew

But yeah, I kind of came to the conclusion that I’m really attracted to women, in a sexual and emotional way, and I really don’t know if I could ever had that with a boy, I had never felt genuine connection with one, in those ways, I do find some attractive, I could see one and say like he’s good looking, i could kiss him, but that’s all, nothing else would happened,

Sooo, I don’t really know if I’m a lesbian, and I’m scared of using the label, even when I feel more comfortable with it, because of the, what if, even when I’m not interested and don’t genuinely think it could happened, or see myself with a boy

And the thing that everyone thinks , that because I like masculine women, I’m looking for a “men”, when the reality is that I just really like women expressing their masculinity and the looks of it, me myself are kind of masculine too so yeah

Long story for something that might be obvious but I would really like to hear some thoughts

ahhh sorry for the delay on this! i had right away talked about it with the wife and planned out what i was gonna say and then never actually went and wrote it out.

you don't need it, but if it makes you feel better, you have our permission to call yourself a lesbian. to be a lesbian. if i'm reading everything right, you are super into girls and feel very uninterested in boys, yes? that certainly sounds to me like you're a lesbian!

you say you're scared of using the label but don't say what it is you're afraid of. ask yourself what you're afraid of, and is it real, is the danger real? how significant is it, like is it even a big deal? and do you want to push past and ignore your fear and call yourself a lesbian? why not try it out and see how it feels

and in regards to being into masc women - me too! mascs and butches and studs and tomboys are not men.

[vanlegion]

“Grand”

"Actually, I'm glad we missed the bus." Jay spoke up, conviction in his voice.

Matthew turned to him with a raise eyebrow. Andrew also looked at him in confusion, holding onto the railing for dear life. "No, seriously. I know it's been a mess, and things have been..." "Atrocious?" "Terrifying?" "I was gonna say 'less than great'. Look, would we be here right now, looking at something like this if things hadn't gone sideways?" "No. We'd be at least half way to California by now. Probably in Nevada, at a pit-stop where we'd be having dinner, and not seven thousand feet in elevation!" Andrew balked, slightly bent as he clung to the railing. Jay frowned and shifted his gaze towards Matthew, giving the other man an almost pleading look. Matthew returned his gaze. This entire time he'd been running thin on what shreds of sanity and composure he'd had left. . . but that look. Matthew sighed and took in as much a breath he could. The elevation was indeed very much causing a bit of a headache, but not enough to diminish the sight before him. Jay so rarely was moved by anything other than magic. But he supposed this place could be viewed as pretty magical. He couldn’t stop his soft smile as he tilted his head and held out his hand. "As much of a complete mess these past thirty-six hours have been, I think. . . You're right." "What?! Jay's never right!" "I've been right about things before!" "And this is one of them. You see this place in photos or on TV all the time, but seeing it here, now, in person? It's... really amazing. I've never really thought about ever coming here myself but... here we are and I'm really happy to have this experience." Matthew spoke sincerely as he laced his hand with Jay's. Jay smiled widely, eyes almost seeing to reflect the light of the dying day. He pulled Matthew into him, kissing him as he did. "I'm sorry for messing up." "I know, and I'm sorry for getting so upset." "And I'm sorry for adding to all the stress, but I will hurl myself off this mountain if you two keep acting like lovebirds." Jay rolled his eyes, pulling away from Matthew but still keeping an arm around him. "Stop being a jealous bitch and get over here." Matthew arched an eyebrow, holding out his free hand towards the other man. Andrew looked indignant as he grabbed Matthew’s hand, and the man hoisted him up. “I am not jealous! You guys are just super sappy and-” “You’re still upset about Kelly.” Jay interrupted. “Of course I am! How could I not be?! Two years and four months of what I thought was the best relationship I ever had, gone, along with my backstabbing best friend!” “Dude, I’m pretty sure Nick didn’t actually do anything. But Kelly totally was sleeping around behind your back.” Jay frowned. “Oh and how would you know?” Andrew growled.

“Like recognizes like.” Jay shrugged. Andrew stared at Jay a moment before looking at Matthew, who shook his head in a way that seemed to indicate some sort of naivety. “Darling, I get that’s why you decided to last minute ditch going with Nick on the trip to the reunion, but you can’t let this eat you up. You need to let this go.” “Right, like you did in so easily in middle school when you two broke up.” Andrew grit his teeth. “Hey-” Jay barked, but Matthew squeezed Jay’s hand. “That’s my point. I’ve been there. It’s a terrible place to be in. I was a fucking mess. You were too. That whole Bernie thing really hit you hard. And it’s like I’m seeing it happen all over again. Andrew, you’ve done things over the last day I’d have never ever expected to see you do, or would believe if someone told me. That should be something to be proud of! Yet I’m worried you only did those things because of how little you cared if you got hurt, or worst.” Andrew said nothing, but the way he was holding back his emotions told Matthew everything he’d just said was hitting the nail on the head. Using the leverage that he was still holding Andrew’s hand, he pulled the man to his side and hugging his arm around the other’s waist.

“We’re here for you.” Matthew felt Jay copy his own movement, squeezing close as well. The fleeting thought of feeling sandwiched between the both of them made him feel just a little crowded, but not entirely unpleasant. “Okay, turn this was and say Spit-Roast!” Maury held up a camera centered on the three, though making sure to get in some of the beautiful scenic view. “Not now!” Matthew snapped, indicated Andrew’s obvious saddened state. “Alright, alright. Take care of the boy. I’ll check in later.” Maury waved, but still took a quick snap just for good measure. Matthew turned back to see Andrew staring forward, though finally letting the tears fall. Jay’s free hand found his own and laced them together, as he whispered into his ear and kissed his temple. Matthew returned the gesture, then rested his head against Andrew’s, which caused the other man to break out of his trace for a moment. “Take all the time you need.” Matthew spoke softly. Andrew gave a hollow half chuckle, a hum of acknowledgement, and after a few quiet moments spoke up. “I know you’re trying to help and be nice, but all I can think right now is that it feels like your flirting with me. Heh.” The silence continued on for a good few minutes, until Andrew’s eyes widened just a bit.

“Oh.” “Took you longer than I thought. But I suppose with current events and all.” Andrew turned his gaze towards Matthew, and held it. Matthew did the same. And again, for a good few minutes, the silence lingered. “Hey, guys, look.” Jay spoke up. “There’s a goat shitting off the mountain.” And thus, the magic this place held, suddenly came to a careening halt.

[anamericangirl]

I’m gonna be outright with you: I don’t agree with what you’re posting.

As much as I can disagree and try to debate you on dying website tumblr dot com, my attempts will just make you buckle down on your already existing beliefs more. I’m not asking you to change those beliefs. I want to know WHY you have the perspective that you do on topics like abortion, gun rights, anything that comes to your mind in modern-day late 2022 politics.

WHY do you believe what you do?

- curious leftist

First off I want to say I am sorry it took me so long to get to this and I hope you're still around to see it. I recently started a new job and have gotten backed up on asks so it's been taking me some time to get to them but I really appreciate you being respectful and I wanted to take the time to give you a decent response.

What drives most of my opinions are the foundational beliefs that all human beings have intrinsic value and all human beings have human rights and both the lives and rights of all people need to be protected. The other main thing driving my opinions is my dislike and distrust of the government. I fundamentally believe the bigger government gets and the more power you hand over to it the worse things will be for the average American and I think the dangers of big government can be seen all throughout history and several countries around the world today.

So when I start to look at individual topics, wherever I land always goes back to those foundational principles.

Abortion: I am strongly pro-life and very much hope that one day abortion will be banned from conception at the federal level. This is because, like I said, I believe all human beings have intrinsic value. Also, all human beings have the right to life just by nature of being human. We have more scientific proof than ever before that the unborn are living human beings from the moment of conception and I do not think it is ever ok to kill an innocent human being. And that is what abortion does. It ends a pregnancy by violently and intentionally killing a human baby, which is a violation of that baby's right to life and an action that would be considered a brutal crime at any point outside of the womb. There really is no debate in science about whether or not the unborn are human beings. The only debate is whether that human life has value and deserves to be protected and I believe it absolutely does. Every human being, from the moment they exist, has the right to life and we don't have the right to kill innocent people because we find them inconvenient (as a side note, abortion is also extremely harmful for women. Nothing good results from it). I hope one day for abortion not only to be illegal but also unthinkable.

Gun rights: Very pro-2A and gun rights. This also goes back to my belief that human lives have intrinsic value and the right to life. Having the right to life means that people have the right to protect their lives and also their property however they see fit. Guns are the most effective self defense tool in existence. Yes, they can be also be used to cause great harm but they save far more lives than they take every single year. Guns are a great equalizer when it comes to self defense. If a large man attacks a small woman that woman doesn't have to worry about outrunning or physically fighting off her attacker if she has a gun on her. And without guns, we have to rely on the government for protection, which they famously suck at. I mean we just have to look at what happened in Uvalde. Cops standing around for over an hour inside the elementary school while children were slaughtered right down the hall. So yes we can call the police if we're in trouble but sometimes they get there after the assault and sometimes when they get there they don't help. Also, private citizens with guns have a better record of stopping mass shootings than law enforcement does. The other reason I'm 2A is because that right is what enables us to protect all of our other rights. Governments who go after your right to bear arms will go after your other rights once they have unarmed you. If you look at tyrannical governments throughout history they typically begin with the disarming of the citizens and it's a dangerous game to play to trust that our government "would never do that."

Now for the stuff that just comes to my mind - I'll try to keep it brief because I've got a lot of opinions right now lol

Illegal Immigration: I wholeheartedly support immigration and don't begrudge anyone who wants to come here. I want anyone from any country that wants to come here and pursue the American Dream to be able to do so. But we have to have immigration laws and those laws have to be followed. We can't just allow people to flow in across the border and start living here. Otherwise we don't have a country. We have to protect our borders. Illegal immigration hurts legal immigration and there are a lot of children that get trafficked through illegal immigration. Massive illegal immigration, like we have at the southern border, is incredibly harmful. I don't have a problem with anyone coming here, they just have to do it legally.

Gender identity: personally I believe there are only two genders which are male and female because that’s what biology tells us, but I don’t care what anyone wants to identify as long as people don’t force me to participate in their ideas about gender and sexuality that I don’t subscribe to through compelled speech. And keep all of this away from children and biological men should not be allowed to compete in women’s sports.

That’s mostly what’s coming to my mind at the moment but feel free to reach out if you have any more questions or want more thorough explanations on anything!

Thanks again for disagreeing respectfully and asking why I believe what I do instead of just writing me off as some sort of bigot. I really appreciate it!

[awesomewithoutme]

fave reputation lyrics? (for it's anniversary)?

Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me, stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry. But if I'm a thief, then he can join the heist, and we'll move to an island, and he can be my jailer, Burton to this Taylor. Every love I've known in comparison is a failure. I forget their names now, I'm so very tame now, never be the same now, now.

I hit you like bang! We tried to forget it but we just couldn't. And I bury hatchets but I keep maps to where I put em. Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy. I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me.

They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good? They say I did something bad. Then why's it feel so good? Most fun I ever had. And I'd do it over, and over, and over again if I could. It just felt so good, good.

My name is whatever you decide, and I'm just gonna call you mine. I'm insane, but I'm your baby. (Your baby) Echoes (echoes), of your name inside my mind. Halo hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy.

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep. Are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes....I pretend you're mine all the damn time. 'Cause I like you. Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? 'Cause I know that it's delicate. (delicate)

I don't like your tilted stage. The role you made me play, of the fool. No I don't like you.

The world moves on, another day another drama, drama. But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma. And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure. Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours. But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time. Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time. I got a list of names, and yours is in red underlined. I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Come here, dressed in black now. So, so, so it goes! Scratches down your back now. So, so, so it goes!

I got a boyfriend, he's older than us. He's in the club doing I don't know what. You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much. Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine. You've ruined my life, by not being mine.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad. There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have. Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats.

You were driving the getaway car. We were flying, but we'd never get far. Don't pretend it's such a mystery, think about the place where you first met me. Riding in a getaway car. There were sirens in the beat of your heart. Should've known I'd be the first to leave, think about the place where you first met me.

I was riding, in a getaway car. I was crying, in a getaway car. I was dying, in a getaway car. Said goodbye in, a getaway car.

Is this the end of all the endings? My broken bones are mending with all these nights we're spending, up on the roof with a school girl crush. Drinking beer out of plastic cups. Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff. Baby, all at once, this is enough.

You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it. I had a bad feeling.

Say my name and everything just stops. I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off, Take it off, ha, ha, ha, ah. Carve your name into my bedpost. Cause I don't want you like a best friend. Only bought this dress so you could take it off. Take it off, ha, ha, ha, ah.

Here's a toast to my real friends, they don't care about the he said, she said. And here's to my baby, he ain't reading what they call me lately. And here's to my mama, had to listen to all this drama. And here's to you....Cause forgiveness is a nice thing to do....Hahaha, I can't even say it with a straight face!

All the drama queens taking swings. All the jokers dressing up as kings. They fade to nothing when I look at him.

I want to wear his initials on a chain round my neck, chain round my neck. Not because he owns me, but cause he really knows me.

Literally all of New Year's Day because I can't choose.

[limelyrics]

Happy Hollow and the God Club/ハッピーホロウと神様倶楽部

Can’t feel a thing, no, not a thing, nothing’s happy

Cannot find joy and I cannot feel safe

Everyday’s going at a frightening pace

Everywhere I go is a frightening place

I heard about a kid kicked outta school today,

Said he was outed as a bully and he had to pay

See this world just isn’t made for me or anybody who associates with anybody

Ah,

What should I do? What can I do? 

Come and tell me why I feel like dying, ‘cause the feeling ain’t new

All throughout my brain, cobwebs are strewn

Everything I’ve thought of, I’ve already thought through

Happy hallow!

I’m praying to you, why don’t you get rid of the things that make me blue

Give me just a moment of peace for a while and I’ll always love you

Ah

The clock strikes midnight

Ah 

A dazzling fright

Ah

A group of misfits gathering together underneath the pale moonlight

Ah

Now everybody

Ah

Why don’t you follow me?

Divert yourself with God, become devotees!

The leader of our club is someone who can’t be seen

He’s a puppet, he’s a prophet, he’s what you want him to be

Twisted delusions, verbal abuses, we can fill him up with all those excuses

Strip away all of the pride you held before, when you come around here, nothing matters anymore

Carve a smile into that jack-o’-lantern, dance until you can’t anymore

Ah, once more, we’ll kneel before the god of the happy hollow that each one of us adores

Can’t feel a thing, no, not a thing, nothing’s in me

Everything is empty, so I bid you adieu

There’s nothing in particular I wanna do

Everything I’ve thought of, I’ve already thought through

Even if I go through life without a single sin

Even if I die always ignoring my whims

In the end, I’d end up in a coffin in a hole, slowly rotting from the outside in

What should I do? What can I do? 

Come and tell me why I feel like dying, ‘cause the feeling ain’t new

My life is blurring in and out of view

My heart is pounding heavy and it might push through

Happy hallow!

I’m praying to you, why don’t you get rid of the things that make me blue

Pierce me through the heart, and give me something that I can look forward to

Ah

Dingy coyotes

Ah

Cats, rats, and puppies

Ah

They sulk around and gather far away from the dimly lit town

Ah

Now everybody

Ah

Why don’t you follow me?

Let’s have a blast and go out on a big spree

The leader of our club is someone who can’t be seen

Not a soul has every seen him, he’s an eldritch entity

Anything obscene, anything sleazy, he’ll accept it all and just leave you be

Everybody here has the chance to be a star, everybody can do something so incredibly bizarre

Throw a white sheet over your body, cut some eyes, and dance to who we truly are

Ah, again, we say amen as another joins the score and prays to that we which we adore

Don’t wear yourself out by being so self conscious

After all we’re gonna end up skeletons and such

Wearing away at the things that keep you sane, living life by the book and just following the queue

Go ahead and live like that

No, don’t let me stop you

Ah,

Come on, take a peek and join all the freaks who drag along all their ugly souls

And even so, we walk on and live on, you know?

So anyone will do, come on, step right up!

Let it pierce through your soul if you’re feeling stuck

Oh, come light a lantern that can’t snuffed!

The nature of our club is a foolish little thing

So forever and forever we can fool around and sing

All your hopes and dreams, all of your grand schemes

You can chock us up to anything

Strip away all of the pride you held before, when you come around here, nothing matters anymore

Carve a smile into that jack-o’-lantern, dance until you can’t anymore

All alone, out on your own, kneel down to an empty god and call the loneliness your home

Indeed, you see, if you’re depressed or in need,

Why not come on over, knock on our door at the brink of dawn

Come on!

[silentexplorer18]

This is so, so hard, but I think I've managed to narrow it down to a few fics from a few fandoms (in no particular order):

The Bucket List by GallaPlacidia

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Choose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Draco will die in six months if he can't get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that's not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List. Tap-dancing lessons? Rock climbing? Poetry-writing? Threesomes? Cocaine? Getting to know his adorable cousin, Teddy Lupin? Draco will try them all!

Heartlines by Shiftylinguini

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Harry never expected he’d end up chipping away at his virginity while wandless and bonded to Malfoy in Northern Europe. He never expected that would turn out to be the least surprising thing to happen while out on their training expedition in the middle of nowhere, either.

Two Weeks by Shiftylinguini

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

If Harry had to guess which out of he or his Auror Partner, and tentative new friend, Draco Malfoy, would turn out to have Veela ancestry, his answer would be: neither, because that is ridiculous. Finding out the answer is actually him, and that his Veela heritage is wreaking havoc on his ability to work, sleep, and above all be in the same room as Malfoy, is a surprise to say the least. But this is fine. Harry’s been through worse, and he can just sit this one out, regardless of how much his body is screaming for the one person he doesn’t want to ask for help. Can’t he?

In His Nature by create_serenity (Sivany)

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter

Rated: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Harry agreed to have sex with Draco once a month in order to keep him alive, what he didn’t agree to was Draco popping up all over the place and disrupting his life in more ways than one.

If Only Tonight We Could Sleep by Sleepmarshes

Soul Evans / Maka Albarn

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

His eyes turn to her, bright, gleaming blood, and she can't stop herself from gripping her knife a little more tightly. "What is 'ma-ka'?" he asks warily. "Me," she admits. "What are you?" He smiles, though it's more of a pained grimace. It's then she notices the dark, filthy tie-down straps wrapped around his chest, attaching him to the tree. "Soul," he says. "...Usually."

nothing but the dead and dying by loveinhawkins

Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson

Rating: Teen and Up

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Steve sighs, like he’s trying to laugh but he can’t quite manage it. “I’m sorry, man,” he says too lightly, “gonna need you to drive for a bit. I know it’s not part of the plan, but hey.” He gets out a laugh now, but all it does is set Eddie’s teeth on edge. “Henderson said you’re good at—what’s it called, in your game? Improv?” And Eddie hates it, hates how soft Steve’s voice is, hates how the conversation is so clearly a distraction, a last ditch attempt at protection from… he doesn’t know. He doesn’t want to know. - In the RV, Vecna’s curse changes course.

hold you here, my loveliest friend by Breadtingle

Peter Parker / Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

There are protocols in place for a reason.

Maybe by FreakyPseudWriter

Kakashi Hatake / Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Being a friend is easy. Being a friend with unrequited feelings is hard. Being a friend with unrequited feelings for your best friend you know since high school and visits the same university as yourself is almost impossible. But you managed until now, smiled and grit your teeth to not destroy the friendship you have with Kakashi. But a long movie night changes everything.

honeybody by luveline

Peter Parker / Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

You and Peter decide to try everything.

love bites by luveline

Eddie Munson / Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Eddie Munson is the weirdest guy you’ve ever met — he has a strange agitation when it comes to sunlight, he holds your hand too tight, and he can’t give a hickey to save his life. Good thing you’re super weird, too.

You're Divine by Oonionchiver

Steve Harrington / Eddie Munson

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (Read the tags)

‘Blood?’ Eddie says again. Eyes black but for the slice of iridescent white in the centre. His teeth are sharp, his hands are weapons and Steve thinks maybe he’s made a mistake doing this without telling Eddie first. Eddie’s focus lowers, it moves to his left hand which is… Oh fuck. It’s dripping blood onto the floor. ‘Shit,’ Steve says, takes a single step back, swallows. ‘Eddie, I’m so sorry, fuck.’ Eddie can’t seem to look away, can’t bring his ethereal gaze back up where it belongs. Steve thinks he should run, he should flee. A tiny part of him knows Eddie will chase him. Eddie will catch him, outrun him easily. It's more than a little fucked up how that thrills him.

If you had to pick, what is that one fic you could read forever in a loop and enjoy it as if it was the first time?

[sprinklethetangerine]

I made a summer bucket list and, regrettably, had no time to do anything cause we were constantly moving from vacation spot to family visit to my cousins wedding to another vacation spot and then home for like the last 2 and a half months of summer.

I never got to taste a sandwich while blindfolded and be forced to guess what was in it. I never got to write a book. I never hosted a presentation night. I never made a puppet show. I never finished my Barbie movie marathon. I never tried voice acting. I never had a tea party or a picnic or a spa day. I never dyed my hair. I never made a playlist, I didn't finish Pride & Prejudice, I never made a scrapbook, I didn't even buy a book I could use for scrapbooking. I never did a lot of stuff I wanted to. Because life just got in the way every time I tried.

NOW I HAVE ONE DAY TO TURN IT ALL AROUND BEFORE SCHOOL COMES ALONG TO END IT AND YOU KNOW WHAT THATS ONE DAY IM NOT GONNA WASTE IM MAKING PAPER STARS LEFT AND RIGHT IM KIDNAPPING PEOPLE AND TYING THEM TO CHAIRS SO I CAN FORCE THEM TO HAVE A TEA PARTY, IM FORCING MY FRIENDS INTO A KAHOOT NIGHT, IM FINISHING AS MUCH OF THIS LIST AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE IN 24 HOURS AND THE ONLY THING THAT CAN STOP ME IS DIVINE INTERVENTION CAUSE IM NO FUCKING QUITTER "oh but doing all that in one day is impossi-" SHUT UP I DONT CARE I WILL LASSO THE FUCKING SUN LIKE FUCKING MAUI IF I HAVE TO JUST TO FINISH THIS BEFORE THE DAY ENDS, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE, NOT FOR ME, I WONT STOP, NOT UNTIL I WIN SO HELP ME GOD