#we thought it was her tailbone but nope

[sweetest-honeybee]

Pray for my sister y’all she might’ve broken her back at fuckin 8am

[jadelynlace]

Hey just went on a 4.5 hr binge reading your amazing work!! I was just wondering if you could do somthing with ivar reacting to the reader saying she is pregnant and his reaction to when she's in labour? In ink drinker?? You're amazing and I love your work!

Hello! That’s so sweet of you, thank you. Welcome to the crazy world!

And I know I said my requests are closed but Ivar & kids? The kill shot. It’s long & funny & emotional and I hope you all enjoy. I cried. 

☞ catch up here

You were late. You were late and in your haste of life, you only noticed two weeks past where you should have.

“I’m late” You texted Ivar.

“For work?” Is what he replies.

You nearly threw your phone across the threshold, the cry of delirious laughter on your lips at Ivar’s far too perfectly timed response. It had been madness with him back at work; catching up on two years' worth of delays, overbooking himself, and coming home in the middle of the night. Sleep was never easy for him, he had turned into a man who needed an orgasm to so simply think about closing his eyes. And the nights of fumblings between the sheets, soft moans and heavy breathing, Ivar telling you how he loves you, only helped him.

And you knew his pullout game sucked.

The magenta double lines that grace you back from the porcelain sink hitch your breath. After a step closer, two glances back, they remain there, almost smiling up at you. You can’t dwell on those marks, already telling yourself the tale that it was incorrect, but the other two tests, of the other two manufacturers, yielded the same promise. An ocean of chill runs down your spine, tugging against your tailbone and snapping into you like a pluck of a guitar string, propelling the sensation through to your toes. Finding your hand across your abdomen was a motion you didn’t even realize you had started, but the path was so plain. If your heart could leap from your chest and hug you back, it would. 

When you hear the creak of the garage door it’s not nearly as late as you had thought Ivar would be home. The medley of vegetables in one pot, the boiling pasta in the other, and before you can even speak, Ivar wraps himself against your back.

“Hey, handsome,” You hum, melting against him and he only squeezes tightly. 

“Hey, baby,” His lips rasp into your hair. “Missed you today,” Ivar adds as his nose trails the curve of your skull. “Are you making pasta primavera?”

“Yes,” You sigh and you’re certain you could fall asleep like this. “I got you something,” You then say, still swaying slightly with Ivar. 

“Yeah?” He rasps, finally pulling away from you for you to turn. His hair is already down, glasses where they belong for once, and he smiles when you catch his gaze. You’re quick to scurry away, yelling something about turning off the stove, and then you’re back, a small package in your hands. 

“It’s the most expensive gift I’ve gotten you,” You tease as the box shrinks when it’s in Ivar’s grasp.

“I told you that I don’t want another mustang, baby,” Ivar replies, pulling the ribbon off. “I like my Jeep.”

“It’s not….it’s not a mustang,” You snort.

“Oh, thank god,” Ivar says, shivering slightly as the thought leaves him. 

“You’ll like it, I promise,” You nudge and he finally lifts up the lid. You thought you could hear his breathing hitch, fuzziness in his eyes already starting as the positive pregnancy tests stare back at him. 

“No you’re not,” Ivar whimpers, “Are you fucking with me?” And his voice is meek, drowned out with emotion and you only tear up too. “No, you’re not,”

“We’re gonna have a baby, Ivar,” Are the first words out of your mouth. “You’re gonna be a dad,” You say, watching how his eyes move to your face, towards the test, shocked, mouth agape and he only whimpers. When he sets the box on the counter you’re there to wrap to fill his grasp. Falling into his arms and you can hear the slight sniffle from above you. It pulls one from you too, finally grasping the mental concept that Ivar really has dreamt about this moment his whole life. You wiggle slightly, pulling back and Ivar’s hands are still on your hips. With red eyes, he moves one paw to wipe the tear that’s threatening to escape. 

“I love you,” Ivar whispers and it makes you laugh when you repeat it back, hands on his cheeks as you bring your mouth to his. The kiss isn’t hurried, Ivar’s lips move as though he’s hardly focusing on the task and you can hear another sniffle as you pull back. Forehead resting along his and his eyes are closed. 

“I found out this morning,” You whisper to him.

“I’m waiting to wake up from the dream,” Ivar replies, and his eyes are still shut as he speaks.

“Your pullout game sucks, Ivar,” You say and that makes him laugh, thick from his stomach, and his eyes finally open as he pulls you to rest against him.

“This isn’t news to me, Y/N,” Ivar says. “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby,” He adds and when he does a new wave of tears starts in his eyes.

“Your mother is going to castrate you,” You say into the cotton of his shirt and he laughs again. “You and me Ivar,”

“Against the world,” He replies. “And as parents.”

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His phone rings from next to him, your name on Ivar’s screen, and halfway through his sentence, he stops to smile. Excusing himself for a moment, he answers:

“Hey baby, I’m just finishing up with a client, I’ll call you right back,” And the line goes dead. You blink to yourself several times when you hear silence in your ear and as you look to the towel at your feet, you almost feel as though you’re going to cry.

After ten minutes you stop caring if he’s shooting the breeze with the person, and you’re dialing for him again as you lean against the kitchen counter.

“Hey, baby,” Ivar answers and it pulls the anger, anxiety from you and you suck in a deep breath. “Baby?”

“My water broke,” You simply say.

“When?” Ivar asks quickly and he’s standing, leaning his shoulder to hold his phone as he throws the closest thing he can reach in Sigurd’s direction. White eraser bouncing in front of him as he moves his gaze from his magazine to Ivar. “I’ll be right there,” He says. “Her water broke,” He calls to Sigurd and the man only offers a thumbs up.

“Ivar—fuck—Ivar listen to me, do not drive like a mad man,” You grit into your phone. “I need you here for this, alright?” Your words fall as he climbs into the Jeep.

“I won’t,” Ivar replies softly. “I promise. I’ll see you in a minute, alright?”

“Alright,” You say back.

“How far apart are they?” Ivar asks and you only smile. 

“Still far enough,”

“We’re going to get to meet her,” Ivar whispers and it makes your smile bigger.

His next call is to Floki, the phone ringing through Bluetooth and there’s a hum when he answers.

“Yeeeeeeees, Ivar?” Floki sings.

“Y/N’s water broke, I’m on my way home,” Ivar replies, and the laugh he’s known his whole life rings through the man’s mouth.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Floki says.

“I’ve taken several since I got into my car,” Ivar replies. “It’s the only thing keeping me from bursting into flames.” And they both laugh.

“I’ll head to the shop now, keep me in the loop. Oh—and Ivar, you have two hands. If she has to break one as she delivers your baby girl, so be it.” And the line goes dead. Ivar groans, his heart hammering behind his seatbelt and he doesn’t even bother to turn the car off when he parks in the driveway.

You’re in the same spot, hand crossing the bump and your eyes are stuck on the clock when you hear the door open. Another press of pain mangles its way through you, as if your guts are trying to come through your navel. Ivar calls your name and you turn, a soft smile on your face.

“Just put everything in the car,” You say and Ivar nods, completely ignoring your direction and coming towards you.

“I know you’re a medic—I know how many babies you’ve delivered with Hvitserk there, but this is different,” Ivar hums as he tips your chin, sealing the words to your mouth as he kisses you. “This is our baby,”

“I’m scared,” You whisper and Ivar moves his arms around to your back.

“I am too,” He admits. “Let’s get to the hospital,”

Despite how the nurse offers the wheelchair, you shake your head; walking has been the only aid to your contractions and she nods. Ivar’s hand is in yours as you’re laying along with the linens, thumb brushing your knuckles and he’s on his phone.

“Did you call your mom?” You ask.

“No,” He answers, eyes not moving to yours. “Only Floki so he can get to the shop. You need to focus on you right now,” He says, finally lifting his head to look at you. Brows towards the ceiling and the small smirk only makes you pout.

“You should try to get some sleep—”

“Baby,” Ivar says and you nod. Ivar moves only minutes later, sketchbook taking up his lap as his hand stays with yours. Your phone buzzes with a Snapchat from Hvitserk, quick zooming in of Engine 1 as one of the firefighters walk by it. You take the liberty to pan the room, from your gown-covered self, Ivar to your left and back to the windows on the other side. Less than ten seconds pass before his contact picture graces your screen.

“That’s how you tell me?” Hvitserk all but shrieks and even Ivar can hear it through the phone. “How long have you been there?”

“A few hours,” You answer back.

“Guys! Our Lieutenant’s in labor!” Hvitserk calls to the guys. “Put me on speaker—Ivar?”

“What, brother?” Ivar groans back.

“When we work labor calls, I always tell the mother that I have two hands—”

“And if she needs to break one so be it,” Ivar finishes for him, and his brother whines. “Floki said the same thing.”

“Fucking Floki,” Hvitserk mumbles. “We’ll be thinking about you two, and send us pictures.”

“You don’t want a video?” You tease.

“Nope—I know you well, but I don’t need to know you that well!” Hvitserk laughs.

“Oh, come on, it can be practice for you and Thora,” and you can see the man blush without even being in front of him. “I’ll keep you in the loop.”

“You’ve got this,” Hvitserk says and the line goes dead.

By the fourth time you find your legs in the stirrups, you’re about ready to take one out to grant the nurse’s face. The needle for the epidural was big, it was big enough that Ivar didn’t even look, that you as a regular needle handler, even felt shy from. When you feel the contraction roll through only a few seconds after the last one, you nudge Ivar. His head on your shoulder flies up and your look answers his question before he even has to ask it.

“Dad, are you cutting the cord?” The nurse asks and Ivar looks back at you as if he needs your permission before he can think of an answer.

“Yes,” Ivar says back and he’s by your side, hand tracing your bent knee, sliding your thigh and it helps to calm you. Before your first push, you’re already crying, Ivar’s there to pull the hair from your face as it sticks to where you’ve started to sweat. As you curse him, his last name, his size and weak pull-out game and Ivar only agrees with each word as they come through your lips. Before you’ve even crowned you’ve decided that you don’t want to do this anymore.

“I hate you right now,” You hiss, and Ivar nods.

Twelve hours of sitting, standing, walking, swaying, trying almost everything in the manual to help progress her just a bit further than the last hour. Ivar adorned in scrubs, trying to contain his excitement, your partner in crime trying to experience it with you as well as he could, attempting to leech some of the pain in the meantime. 

One week shy of her due date, Ivar’s there to see his daughter born. Through tears and strings of curse words, sweat-slick clothes, she is finally here.  Watering eyes flicking to yours as her cry fills the room. Your whine is there next and she’s against your chest the minute she’s able. IV poked hand coming to cup her diapered rear, head against the pillow and you’re crying. You’re crying as Ivar’s lips brush your hairline, as he’s crying, as the head nurse films the moment per your request. Ivar studies the newborn in utter disbelief, eyes switching from its cotton-covered head to your face, overstuffed with pure adoration. 

“I’m so proud of you,” Ivar whispers in your ear, his hand covering yours over the child you two created together.

“Look at her, Ivar,” You whisper and he is, he hasn’t stopped yet, the tuft of dark hair on her head that matches his own as her small hands balled into fists. His daughter laying against your chest and he has to wipe his eyes. There’s an upset from her for a brief moment, wiggle and a cry, and instinctively Ivar’s lips shush her, his voice lulling through her ears and she quiets. “That’s your dad,” You say to her.

Ivar’s moment for the skin on skin finally came and he’s next to you. Seated, shirt off, and the nurse hands him the bundle. Pink cotton on an inked chest as Ivar’s hand pats her bottom, nearly swarming the infant as a whole. You can’t hear him, but you see his lips moving, eyes peeking down at the bundle that’s looking up at him. A full conversation on his side and you’re tearing up again, snapping a picture for Hvitserk, your parents, and his, for Floki and Ivar laughs as he watches her yawn.

“Oh, am I boring you, miss?” Ivar coos and you smile. “I know you’ve had such a big day,” He says. “You have no idea how loved you already are.”

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[jodfics]

Redwing

Female Reader x Sam Wilson

Timeline: After TFATWS

Rating: SFW

Prompt: Sam gets an emergency text from his girlfriend.

A/N: Okay but Sam would be so good at looking after a suffering S/O!

"Y/N?!" Sam didn't waste time in knocking on his girlfriend's door; he shoved his spare key into the lock and let himself in. "I came as fast as I could - where are you?!" He had received a text message, one word in capitals, 'HELP!!!'. The man had sent redwing ahead to scout her home, looking out for a threat but only finding Y/N's heat signature. He had thought maybe she'd fallen down the stairs or burnt herself cooking, or perhaps someone had tried to break in? All those thoughts had been looping in his mind as he broke the speed limit getting there.

No immediate danger was a relief as he had just finished dropping AJ and Cas off at school and had no gear with him. Except for his drone, he liked to keep the little guy around to annoy Bucky specifically.

Sam heard what sounded like someone screaming into a pillow and ran toward it, "I'm here! I'm…" Pausing in the doorway he had just kicked open, Sam went on the defensive.

His sudden appearance had scared his girlfriend into rolling out of whatever position she had been in and grabbing a slipper for protection. Sam felt the panic leave his body, and he sighed in relief. "I'm going home because my girlfriend gave me a heart attack, and now I need to go lay down!"

The slipper fell back onto the floor, and Y/N sank face-first into her pillow, muffling another long, loud whine.

"Alright, alright." He made his way to the edge of the bed and stroked his warm hand along her back, "You're not being murdered or kidnapped - that's good. That's what I thought was happening when you sent me a vague ass text with three exclamation marks." She was suffering from her period cramps again. Sam knew she would probably prefer the kidnapping to stabbing pains in her lower abdomen. "We need a new word for when you want chocolate and cuddles and pads that reach bellybutton to the tailbone."

Unamused, the woman turned her head enough to glare at him, "You want a safe word for my period calls?" She rolled onto her side and tried to stretch out her aching back - contorting awkwardly and 'accidentally' kicking Sam at the same time. "Fine, I'll text 'Redwing' next time."

Sam grabbed her foot and pushed his thumb into the arch, massaging ever so slightly, a smile on his handsome face even as she tried to stare him down, "Please don't make 'Redwing' your period text. He can be the word for a booty call or a movie night. Something good!"

"Nope."

One dark eyebrow quirked up, warm brown eyes full of teasing, "It's gonna be like that?"

Y/N nodded, "It's gonna be like that." Not willing to fight her, Sam nodded, pat her thigh and got up. He felt her grab his belt and try to drag him down but didn't budge; instead, he turned and lifted her out of bed, blankets included. "Don't! Sam, I'm heavy!"

"Shut the hell up." He snorted, "Heavy, my ass. I'm Captain America. If I can hold and carry Bucky's two hundred sixty pounds, plus his emotional baggage across the sky. Then I can hold and carry you across to the sofa." He felt her arms wrap around his neck and her nose pushed into his throat, she hummed a little when she realised he was wearing the cologne he knew she liked, and he almost didn't want to put her down.

That was until she tensed in his arms and bit his shoulder.

Placing her down, Sam headed for the kitchen and flipped on the kettle. "Why does your time of the month turn you into a cannibal? Gotta feed your dramatic self before you turn into Hannibal Lecter and eat me up with some beans."

"Saaaam!" Y/N wailed, "Make it stop!"

He came back to her and pulled her into his arms, murmuring that she was okay, that it would be gone soon and he'd look after her. "I can't make it stop, Baby. I'm not a wizard, and I can't physically fight your uterus for you." What he could do was make her food, bring her drinks, provide her with a hot water bottle and hold her. If she promised not to bite him, Sam figured he could throw in a few kisses to make his girl feel better.

[imagine-all-the-imagines]

Chance Meeting

Written for @avengerscompound’s Kate's 1000 Word Challenge.

Prompt: Petrichor - The pleasant, earthy smell after rain. ClintxReader.

Warnings: Drinking, break up, reader being clumsy. If I missed anything, please let me know.

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On a Friday night, you can typically be found in your sweatpants and baggy sweater curled up on your couch watching the latest serial killer documentary. But not this Friday night. No, your friends weren’t going to let you spend this one alone.

It had been a year since you had a particularly rough breakup. He said that he felt guilty because you kept lending him money or buying things for him when he couldn’t pay you back for them. He told you. “Your goal in the world is to save everyone.” You didn’t understand how that was a bad thing, how could wanting to help people be a bad thing? Maybe some people didn’t want to be helped? That phrase turned over and over in your head as you tried to figure out where you went wrong.

This caused you to keep to yourself, only going to work and the occasional girl’s night when your friends forced you out. That’s what was happening tonight. You had heard the knock on your door and suddenly you were surrounded by your friends and had a dress shoved into your hands with the insistence that you “put it on, immediately!” One of your friends grabbed your makeup and the other started on your hair as you shimmied into the dress. The soft deep purple fabric surrounding you.

It took almost an hour, but eventually you were ready. You and your friends stared at your reflections.

“Hot damn, we look fantastic.” Your friend Andie said giggling, “No one will be able to stop staring!”

Lily nodded, bumping you with her shoulder, “Good thing too, because someone needs to get some tonight!”

You groaned and let out a dry laugh, “Guys, please, that’s so not going to happen. I’m probably just going to sit at the bar and drink until you guys find someone to go home with and then I’ll head home, alone, and watch something.”

That was met with “Boooooo” from your friends. You laughed at their reaction and grabbed your phone and purse leading the others out the door and out to get a taxi.

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After getting to the address that Lily had given the driver, you stared up at the building. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. This can’t be the right place!”

“Nope, this is it. Did I not tell you that my work had gotten invited and I got to bring guests?” Lily said, wide smile on her face.

“Lil! This is the fucking Stark Tower! As in, the Avengers live here!” You couldn’t believe it, “You mean to tell me, it conveniently slipped your mind that you were dragging me to the Stark Tower for a party with the Avengers?”

“Yeah, that must be what had happened.” Lily grabbed your hand and started to drag you inside. When you started to refuse, Andie grabbed your other hand and the two towed you in.

Lily flashed her invite to the man at the front and you all were ushered to the elevator. You started to wring your hands together and Andie grabbed them gently.

“Hey, this will be fun, just try to relax. We can hit the bar first.”

You smiled at her, grateful for the comfort, “Bar first, I like that Idea.”

The elevator stopped and you took a deep breath. When the doors opened, you were in awe, the room was decked out in lights and silver and gold decorations. You saw the logo of Lily’s work up on a podium.

“Wow, this looks great!” you said, still taking everything in.

“Thank you! We wanted it to look the best for the company tonight, we are honored you let us host this for you all.” A woman with red hair said, walking up to you. “I’m Pepper Potts, Mr. Stark’s assistant, and the only reason he ever gets anywhere on time.”

Your eyes widened, “Ms. Potts, it is so nice to meet you, you’re practically a legend. The fact that you can keep Tony in line is amazing.”

Pepper smiled at you, “Well, thank you again, and please, call me Pepper. Everyone does.”

All you could do was smile and nod at the woman as she excused herself and went to mingle more.

You turned to your friends, eyes wide, “Guys! I just had a conversation with The Pepper Potts! She is amazing. I want to be around her all the time. I felt more organized and productive just being around her and I wasn’t even working on anything!”

Andie laughed, “Look at you, meeting new people and immediately fangirling over them. I knew this was a good idea.”

You gave Andie a playful shove, “Shush, we’ve only been here like fifteen minutes, this was probably the best thing that will happen all night.”

The three of you went off to find the bar and you ordered yourself a drink as you sat on the bar stool and observed the party.

There were people dancing in the middle of the room as the DJ played music just loud enough that you knew you’d have a sore throat from trying to talk with Lily and Andie.

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After a couple drinks, you were feeling loose enough that you grabbed Lily and Andie and dragged them to the dance floor, the three of you dancing like you were the only people there. Laughing with each other and twirling each other around. It felt nice, you hadn’t let yourself feel this free for a while.

Eventually, you decided you needed a break, promising that you would find them again, you headed back to the bar and ordered another drink before going on an adventure around the room.

As you were walking around, you were so preoccupied taking in your surroundings, you didn’t notice the man walking in your direction until it was too late. Crashing into him and losing your balance. You expected to fall and anticipated the pain on your tailbone, but that never happened. You looked and saw the arm around your waist.

“Hey, you ok? I didn’t see you there, I didn’t mean to run into you.” The man rattled off without taking a breath.

You shook your head, trying to reassure him, “I’m ok, maybe a little twist in my ankle, it’s nothing I’m not used to. I think it’s partly my fault too, I wasn’t paying attention.”

The man pulled his arm away, “Well, if we’re both at fault, then I guess that cancels it out! No one is at fault! I’m Clint by the way.”

You laughed, “I like your logic, Clint. I’m Y/N.”

Clint smiled at you, “I was about to join my friends, you want to come with? I promise they’re a lot of fun.”

You glanced around to see your friends dancing and watching you. When you locked eyes with Lily, she gave you a big smile and a thumbs up. “Well, I was going to say that I needed to check in with my friends, but it looks like they’re more than ok if I go with you.”

Clint looks over towards your friends and gives them a slight wave, “I’m glad they trust me enough to take you away.”

“Honestly, at this point I think they’d be ok if I went with any guy, their expectations are super low when it comes to me.” You said with a shrug and Clint gave you a questioning look. “Bad break up, they just want me to get out there more.”

Clint nodded in understanding, “Ah, makes sense. Well, I promise, nothing bad will happen with me around.”

“Thanks Clint. Now, where are those friends of yours?” You asked.

“Right this way, ma’am.” Clint said, offering you his arm.

You and Clint walked along the wall until you came to a door open a crack. Clint pushed the door open and the brightness of the room made your eyes take a moment to adjust. When they finally did, you let out a gasp.

“Y/N, these are my friends, Steve, Nat, Thor, and Bruce, Tony is still out in the crowd entertaining, I’m sure he’ll come in in a bit.” Clint said gesturing to each person as her introduced them. “Guys, this is Y/N.”

You stood there in shock before turning to Clint. “Wait, that means you’re Clint!”

“Yeah, I said that when I introduced myself.” Clint said nodding slowly.

“No! That means you’re Clint Barton, aka, Hawkeye, aka, one of the coolest Avengers like ever.” You turned to the others, “No offense guys.” You turned back to look at Clint you looked at him more closely. You could see his features better now that you weren’t in the dimmer event room.

“Well, yeah, I guess that does. But tonight, I’m just Clint, just like they’re just Steve, Nat, Thor, and Bruce.” Clint said, giving you a small smile.

You nodded, “Right, you’re right, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t believe that I didn’t notice it before.”

Natasha laughed behind you, “Don’t worry about it Y/N, come on over and sit, we were just about to start playing a game.”

 You smiled at Natasha and went to sit on the couch. Before you sat down, you properly introduced yourself to everyone and then sat down by Thor and Clint came to sit next to you.

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You weren’t sure how long you had been in that room, all you knew was that you and the Avengers were learning plenty about each other. You learned juicy secrets about everyone while playing Never Have I ever, and they learned that you are a terrible liar while playing Two Truths and a Lie.

At some point, Tony came in with a tray of alcohol and you took one of the drinks, nursing it. You were making sure that you had plenty of water too. You knew if you didn’t, you were going to hate yourself in the morning.

By the time the Avengers mini party was starting to wind down, you had all of their phone numbers and other ways to contact them. Thor’s was the best, he gifted you a small ring with a raven on it. He explained that if you ever needed him, all you had to do was turn the raven and a messenger bird would come and take your message to him. He also gave you his phone number, but you thought this way was more fun.

When Clint gave you has number, he made sure you knew that he didn’t mind if you contacted him even when it wasn’t an emergency. You smiled at him, “Does that mean you want to talk to me more?”

Clint brought a hand up and rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah, I’d like that. I mean, if you want to.”

You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, “I think I will.”

You didn’t know it, but Natasha had watched the entire interaction with a grin on her face. She was happy for Clint, but she also knew that if he ever messed this up, she’d have to fight him. You were already one of her favorite people.

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When the party was finally over, you got up and stretched. Clint was up and by your side in an instant.

“I think I need to head home, it’s been a long night.” You said while stifling a yawn.

“Do you want me to walk you home, or drive? I’m not sure how far it is.” Clint asked.

“We can walk, it isn’t too far, maybe a fifteen minute walk. My friends just hate walking, so we took a cab.” You said, shrugging.

You said goodbye to everyone, giving out hugs and promising to keep in touch with everyone before turning and taking Clint’s arm and walking out the door.

“How much does someone want to bet that they’re planning on going on a date by the time that they get to her house?” Natasha asked after the door had closed.

“No way, Clint won’t go for it. He’ll get too self-conscious and back out of it.” Tony said.

“You’re on. Fifty bucks?” Nat said extending her hand.

“It’s a deal.” Tony said shaking Natasha’s hand.

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As you and Clint walked down the street arm in arm, you talked about everything, family, jobs, conspiracy theories, everything.

When you were about halfway home, you heard the sound of thunder. Looking up at the sky, you saw that clouds had rolled in and they were looking heavy with rain.

“Shoot, looks like we’re going to get caught in the rain.” You said, looking around for a place to take cover.

“Don’t worry, I brought my jacket, you can use it if you want. It has a hood.” Clint said, shrugging out of his jacket and holding it open for you.

You put in on and wrapped it closer to you, “Thank you, Clint. But now you’ll get all wet.”

“I don’t mind it. I’ll just grab a cab to get back after I get you home.” Clint said looking at you.

“Well, we better hurry then. Don’t want you to melt.” You said giving a laugh.

The rain started to fall within minutes. You reached down and took off your shoes so you could walk a bit faster. It was absolutely pouring when you got to your apartment complex and you both stood under the awning laughing as water dripped down your faces.

“Well, looks like we couldn’t beat it.” You said, slightly out of breath.

Clint laughed, “I never thought we would, but it was fun to try.”

You both stood under the awning, watching the rain slowly let up until it was just a drizzle, until finally it had all stopped. 

You laughed along with Clint, “We needed this, it hasn’t rained in a while, the flowers will enjoy it. Even if it was just a burst or rain.”

Clint took a deep breath and smiled, “This is my favorite moment in nature, when we haven’t had any rain and then it finally pours and there’s just this earthy smell surrounding everything. It’s one of the best scents that exist, in my opinion.”

You looked up at Clint, eyes wide, “It’s called petrichor! It’s my favorite scent, along with lemon. But it’s just so calming and you can’t help but feel relaxed with this scent all around!”

The two of you looked at each other and your smile grew even bigger. Clint brought a hand to your face and moved the hair that was sticking to your face behind your ear. When his hand came to rest on your cheek, you found yourself letting your head rest in his hand.

“Clint?” You ask softly and Clint hummed in response, “Can I kiss you?”

Clint’s eyes snapped to yours and he gave a slight nod. You brought your hands up and placed one on his cheek and wound the other around the back of his neck. You slowly brought your lips to his and closed your eyes. It was a soft kiss at first, then Clint brought a hand to your back and pulled you closer to him, causing you to gasp into the kiss. He kissed you harder and you felt yourself moving backwards until your back hit the brick façade of the building.

You broke the kiss and looked at Clint, “Would you like to come upstairs? I’m sure my neighbors would prefer if we don’t put on a show on the front stoop.”

Clint laughed and brought his forehead to yours. “How about we take a raincheck? I really like you, and I don’t want to rush into anything. Don’t get me wrong, I really want to go upstairs with you. But let me take you on a date first. Ok?”

You smiled and blushed, “I can agree to that. Date first, upstairs second.”

Clint laughed, “Exactly. Now, you need to get upstairs before you fall asleep out here. I know you’re tired.”

You gave a slight pout. “You’re just trying to get rid of me,” You laughed “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, I am pretty tired. Wait! When are we going on our date?”

Clint gave you a kiss on your forehead, “How about tomorrow night? We can go to dinner and maybe take a walk? If it’s not raining, of course.”

You gave a small shrug, “I don’t know, I think I enjoy walking through the rain with you.”

You gave Clint another kiss before starting towards the door. “Let me know when you get back to the tower, ok?”

Clint grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss, “I absolutely will. Good night, Y/N.”

You smiled at the man, “Good night, Clint, I’m glad I ran into you. Literally.”

________________________________________________________________

When you got up to your apartment, you checked your phone and saw a few messages from your friends, after letting them know what happened, you saw another message from Natasha.

Natasha: Hey, I’m glad I got to meet you! The group wanted to let you know that they enjoyed meeting you!

Natasha: Also, are you and Clint planning on going out? I need to know. For reasons.

Me: I’m glad I met you guys too!

Me: Is the reason, possibly, because you bet someone money that we would be?

Natasha: …….yes….. Come on! I have to be right, you guys are totally going to go out.

Me: Yes Nat, we’re going out tomorrow night.

You laughed when a text from Tony came in.

Starky-Man: You just lost me fifty dollars.

Me: Well maybe don’t bet against happiness next time.

Starky-Man: Whatever, I’m happy for you kid.

Me: Thanks Tony, I am too!

You smiled at your phone as you thought about just how unexpectedly your night had turned out. When your phone pinged again your smile got even bigger.

Heart Eyes: I’m home, safe and sound.

Me: Good, I’m glad.

Heart Eyes: Get some sleep Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Me: See you tomorrow. Good night, Clint.

Heart Eyes: Good night, Dear.

You put your phone on the charger and got yourself ready for bed. When you were finally slipping under the covers, you closed your eyes and fell into what you had to say was the most peaceful sleep you had in a very long time.

[cas-kingdom]

i was extremely bored so found this 105-question questionnaire and filled it out. you guys can do it too if you want!

 1) Are you in a relationship with somebody? No.

2) Do you hate more than 3 people? Probably.

3) How many houses have you lived in? 4.

4) Favorite candy bar? Crunchie! (That’s honeycomb and chocolate heaven for those of you who don’t own the luxury of having them in your country).

5) Favorite shoes? Nike.

6) Have you ever tripped someone? Oh, yes.

7) Least favorite school subject? Science, unless it’s biology, which isn’t so bad.

9) Do you own a Britney Spears CD? No.

10) Have you ever thrown up in public? Yes. I was 8, in school, and threw up in front of my class. So fun. Really, it was my parents’ fault for sending me in despite me saying I felt sick; they thought I was trying to get a day off school because my sister was ill, too. Sucks to be wrong.

11) Name one thing that is always on your mind. A lot.

12) Favorite genre of music? Probably pop. Whatever Take That is.

13) What is your zodiac sign? Pisces.

14) What time were you born? 9:06 am.

15) Do you like beer? There’s a dark berry one I don’t mind, but I don’t drink much alcohol.

16) Ever made a prank phone call? Yep.

17) What is the most embarrassing CD you own? I don’t own any CDs tbh. 

18) Are you sarcastic? Of course not. (That was sarcasm).

19) What are your favorite colors? Blue and yellow! 

20) How many watches do you own? I have a few, though only one proper one which I wear most days, but it’s an expensive one.

21) Summer or winter? Winter. The sun gives me headaches.

23) Favorite color to wear? Black or white with blue denim. (I’m boring).

24) Pepsi or Sprite? Sprite.

25) What color is your cell phone? Silver and white.

26) Where is your second home? Ireland! 

27) Have you ever slapped someone? Not that I can remember. I’d like to, though. ;)

28) Have you ever had a cavity? Yes, but only recently, weirdly enough.

29) How many lamps are in your bedroom? 2. Are you supposed to have any more than that?

30) How many video games do you own? No clue. Apart from Sims 3 & 4, Minecraft which I bought when I was like 11 and haven’t played in years, and tons of old Nintendo games…. Yep. No idea!

31) What was your first pet? Poppy, my black and white cat. My parents adopted her before I was born and she was put down when I was 13. She lived to be over 20!

32) Ever had braces? Yep. Currently have them now which sucks because the treatment will probably be set back now that my next appointment has been delayed over 3 months due to the virus!

33) Do looks matter? Someone’s looks become a little less attractive to me if their personality isn’t just as beautiful. (How sappy?)

34) Do you use chapstick? After I brush my teeth because my lips get dry. ;(

35) Name 3 teachers from your High School. Mrs Drake, Mr Cherry (isn’t that an awesome name?) and Mr Romero.

36) American Eagle or Abercombie? I’m not American but I do visit and my Granma had an apartment in Florida so I have a few Abercrombie clothes.

37) Are you too forgiving? Probably, yes.

38) How many children do you want? 3. Twin boys and a little girl.

39) Do you own something from Hot Topic? Again, not American!

40) Favorite breakfast meal? Pain au chocolat!

41) Do you own a gun? There’s a water gun somewhere in my back garden.

42) Ever thought you were in love? Not with anybody who isn’t fictional.

43) When was the last time you cried? Uh, a few days ago?

44) What did you do 3 nights ago? I can’t even remember what I did last night.

45) Olive Garden? La Panera? Never been to either, though my sister and I will go to OG after lockdown’s over.

46) Have you ever called your teacher mommy? No, but I’ve called my science teacher Grandma (they have the same name). 

47) Have you ever been in a castle? I’ve been in loads!

48) Nicknames? A few. My best friend and I constantly call each other ‘Bitch’ and my Dad has called me ‘Monkey’ since I was born. I have it tattooed in his handwriting.

49) Do you know anyone named Bertha? Who knows someone called Bertha? (No offense if your name is Bertha).

50) Ever been to Kentucky? The only US states I’ve been to are Florida and NYC.

51) Do you own something from Banana Republic? No. Had to look up what it was. Thought it was a crazy Government party.

52) Are you thinking about somebody right now? Alexander Skarsgard. Why? Who knows. (We all know).

53) Have you ever called someone Boo? No, but I’ve been called it.

55) Do you own a diamond ring? No, but my mum and sister own a few (passed down from my Granma).

56) Are you happy with your life right now? I wish.

57) Do you dye your hair? A little. It’s a bit blonder that it is naturally.

58) Does anyone like you? Who knows?

59) What year were you born? 2000 and something....... maybe.

60) What were you doing in May of 1994? Rooting for my parents to meet and have me.

61) Do you own a Backstreet Boys CD? No.

62) McDonalds or Wendy's? Wendy’s. I hate McDonalds.

63) Do you like yourself? Sometimes.

64) Are you closer to your mother or father? Probably my mum, but that’s only because my dad and I are so alike we often find it difficult to speak about what I speak about with my mum. 

65) Favorite physical feature of the preferred sex? Oh, where do I start? Give me a guy with long-ish hair and we’re good to go.

66) Are you afraid of the dark? Sometimes.

67) Have you ever eaten paste? Like toothpaste? Probably accidentally.

68) Do you own a webcam? No.

69) Have you ever stripped? Not in front of anyone…

70) Ever broke a bone? 2. My shoulder and my tailbone. Both by falling off my horse. I know, I know.

72) Do you chat on AIM often? I don’t even know what that is.

73) Pringles or Lays? Never had Lays. My favourite crisp (or chip to you Americans) is paprika Pringles.

74) Have you ever broken someone's heart? I don’t think so.

75) Rugrats or Doug? Who what where?

76) Full House or The Brady Bunch? FULL HOUSE. Even if I’d watched The Brady Bunch, my go-to will always be Full House.

77) Did you like your high school guidance counselor? We don’t have those over here.

78) Has anyone ever called you fat? Don’t think so. I’m underweight so if they did they’d be an asshole or blind.

79) Do you have a birth mark? One on my thigh.

80) Do you own a car? I will after I learn to drive.

81) Can you cook? I can try.

82) 3 things that annoy you: Background noise when I’m trying to concentrate, people who think they know something when they don’t, those who think they can dictate my life for me... (among maaaany other things).

83) Do you text message often? Not really. I speak to my friends on social media.

84) Money or love? Love, but money is important, too.

85) Do you have any scars? A few. The most prominent one is on my forehead from when I ran into the corner of the oven door and tore a hole in my head. I was at my Granma’s at the time and she almost had a mini heart attack.

86) What do you want more than anything right now? To leave my house.

87) Do you enjoy scary movies? It’s my best friend and I’s go-to genre of movies when we’re together. Never alone, though.

88) Relationships or one night stands? Relationship. Please.

89) Big Red or Juicy Fruit? What on earth does this mean?

90) Do you enjoy greasy food? Not really.

91) Have you seen all the Rocky movies? Nope. None.

92) Do you own a box of crayons? Probably somewhere in my house.

94) Who was the last person that said they loved you? My dad.

95) Who was the last person that made you mad? My mum. Not ‘mad’ mad. Just upset and a little angry.

96) Who was the last person that made you cry? Refer to previous question.

97) Who was the last person that made you laugh? My parents when my dad almost had a heart attack when my mum pretended to throw the spider she’d caught at him.

98) Who was the last person that you fell for? My dog.

99) Who was the last person that instant messaged you? My best friend.

100) Who was the last person that called you? A woman about a job interview.

EXTRA QUESTIONS!!

101) Name one thing you want to stop. Right now? The Coronavirus.

102) What's your dream holiday destination? New Zealand and Iceland.

103) Who's your celebrity crush? I have too many to be considered healthy. But Hugh Jackman... I love you…

104) What's your favorite video game? Sims.

105) What's your favorite song right now? Probably Snowman by Isak Danielson. Forever my fave.

[starswouldtell]

Winn and Brainy talking about Alex?

“Alex knows something is not right.” Brainy says heavily, his shoulders sagging. “She’s...”

“She cares.” Winn says matter of factly. “I mean everyone cares; Kara, Papa Bear, far as I can tell Nia cares, but Alex is... Alex is the big sister.”

“She is Kara’s big sister, yes, but I’m not sure that is relev-”

“No.” Winn grins. “I mean, yeah, she’s Kara’s big sister, but not just Kara, you know? Once I started at the DEO she kind of adopted me, too, or at least it felt like it. Maybe she’s adopted you.”

Brainy considers that and smiles thinly. “I would be very lucky to have a sister like Alex. I’m lucky to have her for a friend. If she still...”

“She will.” Winn says softly, putting a hand on Brainy’s shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s gonna be mad, but she’ll forgive you. You’ll be ok.” He takes a swig from the bottle he holds and kicks Brainy’s chair lightly. “You will.”

“Is this knowledge of the future?”

“Nope. Knowledge of Alex. And you.”

Brainy takes a drink from his own bottle and lets Winn’s words give him some comfort, if only for a moment.

“She is a fierce friend. Sister.”

“Oh, god, she’s terrifying.” Winn laughs. “Ya know, I have never been able to keep a secret from her; she could break me in half.”

Brainy smiles wanly. “She wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh, no, she would.” Winn smiles with deep affection. “She would hang me out a window by my ankles if she thought I was hiding something from her,”

“She hasn’t tried that yet with me...”

“Yeah, she probably knows it wouldn’t work on you.”

“True.”

“But she’d also be in my corner in a second if I ever needed help.”

“We struggled, at first, to ‘find our rhythm’ as it was put. But... yes. Since then she’s always been there for me when I needed comfort. When I needed anything.” His lips purse slightly. “She did laugh the time I bruised my tailbone though.”

Winn snorts. “As any good sister would.”

“Oh, is that the way of it?”

“That is the way.”

In spite of everything, Brainy smiles.

“We’re both very lucky to have such a sister.”

“That we are, Brainy.” Winn nods with a smile. “That we are.”

[alubanana]

Unconventional (But That’s Okay)

For @gentronlegendaryfriendships​ and my first excuse to finally write aro/ace Keith and Pidge! 

Day 3: Soulmate AU I Hand-holding

Read it on AO3!

Keith would have been lying if he’d said he wasn’t terrified of meeting his soulmate. 

He’d sit for hours staring down at the timer on his wrist, watching it silently tick down the minutes until he met the person he’d been destined to be with. There was just one issue with that. One huge, blaring issue. 

Keith didn’t want to meet them. 

Despite knowing the world at large around him revolved on the idea of romance and soulmates, Keith just didn’t feel that way about people. So while his classmates chattered excitedly about how much time was left on their timers, Keith glared at his and wished what it was promising just wouldn’t come to pass. 

He’d spent a lot of his life feeling broken. Every time he tried to open up about not wanting to meet his soulmate, he was given looks that made him feel wrong and strange, like he didn’t belong. Maybe they were right. Maybe there was something wrong with him. 

So instead, Keith internalized all of that, staring down at the clock on his wrist and watching as it counted the minutes down. 

One day, five hours, and forty-three minutes. 

Keith sighed, letting his head rest back against the wall behind his bed. 

There was a gentle knock on his door. Keith craned his neck to look at it as it opened and Shiro popped his head in through the crack. Keith could barely make out Adam behind him, heading to the kitchen with an empty mug in hand. 

“Hey, bud,” Shiro gave him a smile. “Can I come in?” 

“Um...sure,” Keith said, picking at a loose thread on one of his blankets. Awkwardly, Shiro stepped into the room, leaving the door open behind him should Adam choose to join. With slow, careful movements, Shiro sank down on the corner of Keith’s bed and watched him silently for a moment. He seemed fixated on the inside of Keith’s right wrist - where his timer was still ticking away soundlessly. 

“You excited?” Shiro asked finally. Keith shifted, awkwardly covering his timer with his free hand. 

“I guess,” he muttered. 

Shiro’s eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t worry. Once you meet them, everything will just...click.” 

Keith didn’t have a response for that. He’d heard something similar with everyone who’d ever met their soulmates. His dad, a teacher who shared way too much personal information, and now Shiro and Adam. Things would feel right. You’d have a special connection from the moment you met and the rest would be history. 

Except Keith just kept feeling wrong. 

He wet his lips carefully before speaking. “I--It’s not that I’m scared o-or anything I just…” he pulled both his knees up to his chin and squeezed his eyes shut. “I just...don’t want to meet them,” he finished, feeling hot and ashamed at his own words. 

Across from him, Shiro’s forehead creased with confusion. “What do you mean?” 

Keith curled tighter into himself. “I-I don’t know, I just don’t want to meet them. I d-don’t--I just…” he shut his eyes, “I don’t feel that way about people.” He let all of his breath escape him in quick exhale. He didn’t want to look at Shiro, afraid to see his reaction. Then, in an embarrassing moment of weakness, Keith opened his mouth again. “Am I broken?” 

“What?” Shiro gaped at him. “What, no, Keith, you’re not broken at all!” 

“Then why do I feel like this?” Keith couldn’t seem to stop himself. “Am I broken for not feeling the same way as everyone else? Am I unlovable?” 

“Keith, no, no,” Shiro put his hand gently on the back of Keith’s neck and pulled him into his chest. “You’re not broken. And there are...so many different kinds of love and it’s okay if you don’t want the kind everyone else does. Your soulmate will understand that.” 

“What if they don’t?” 

“They will.” 

Shiro’s words were probably meant to be reassuring, but they just made the pit in Keith’s stomach even deeper. 

-

Ten minutes. 

That was all that was left on Keith’s timer. He stared at it during class, watching as it ticked down. Scenarios whirled around in his head. Maybe they were going to get a random seat rearrangement in the middle of his astrophysics class. Maybe someone was going to burst in through the door looking specifically for him because they already knew and they’d always known and-

“Kogane.”

Keith’s head shot up. He could tell by the snickers of his classmates that his teacher had been calling his name for quite a long time. He flushed and turned his wrist over to hide the timer from his curious tablemate. 

“Yes, sir?” He asked weakly. 

“Since you seem to be paying so much attention,” his teacher said dryly, waving a thick manilla folder. “Can you run these up to Mr. Iverson for me?” 

Keith nodded, planting both palms on the table and heading over to grab the folder being brandished at him. He tugged his sleeve down on his wrist so his more eagle-eyed classmates couldn’t see how little time was left on his timer. 

He took the folder with a murmured apology and headed out into the hallway. With an anxious glance down at his timer, he realized the time had continued to tick down. Bringing him ever closer to the moment where he’d meet his soulmate. 

He watched as he traced the familiar hallways of the Garrison, hardly having to look where he was going to know where Iverson’s office was. His mind continued to churn out scenario after scenario until the clock ticked down, the last 50 seconds dwindling into nothing and then-

The collision. 

In retrospect, it was the most cliche way Keith could ever had encountered his soulmate. Literally running into them and knocking them both over, sending papers from the folder flying in every direction. He handed hard, yelping and rubbing his bruised tailbone. 

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Someone told him. Their voice was high-pitched and annoyed. 

Keith’s breath hitched as soon as he looked up, with his right wrist still half-held up. The person across from them rubbed the back of their head, messy auburn hair standing in every direction and enormous, round glasses that magnified their honey brown eyes. 

Keith’s timer had ticked down to nothing. 

He choked. 

“Ow, Jesus-” his soulmate said. “All I wanted was to use the freaking bathroom-” she cut herself short after taking one look at Keith’s expression - at how pale he must have been - and then  her eyes shot to the timer on her own wrist. Her next words, Keith thought, described their situation pretty accurately. “Oh fuck.” 

-

Keith’s soulmate at least had the decency to help him gather up the fallen paper from his folder and then deliver them in all of their wrinkled glory to Iverson on the fourth floor. After that, however, she’d given him a dark look and told him to meet her in the courtyard during lunch. And with her cryptic words, she left him, practically sprinting down the hallway to head back to whatever class she had at the moment. 

Keith felt like he was in a stupor the moment he came back to class. His teacher reprimanded him for taking too long but Keith didn’t do much but nod along with the scolding until he was allowed to sit back down and stare blankly at the board until the lunch bell rang. 

There had been no spark. There had been no click like Shiro had said there would. It only solidified the brick that had made a home in his stomach. 

When the bell rang, Keith felt like a prisoner on death row headed to his execution as he made his way to the courtyard. Surely this was it. When his own damn soulmate told him that he was broken - unlovable - just like all his foster parents had said, just like his classmates had implied, just like-

“Hey, you!” 

Someone was waving at him from the fountain. Keith took a moment to squint through the sun to see who it was. 

It was his soulmate. 

With dread sinking into his stomach, Keith offered a half-hearted wave in return and trudged to seat on the fountain’s edge with them in the shade of a well-trimmed tree. He set his bag down beside him and stares pointedly at the trunk, trying hard not to think about the stare his soulmate was burning into the side of his face. 

Then, she spoke. “So, what’s your name?”

“Keith,” he answered with a sideways glance. “You?”

“Pidge,” she sighed and kicked her feet against the stone fountain. “Alright, Keith, I’m gonna be level with you. I’m not into this whole...soulmate thing.”

Keith had never been more relieved in his entire life. “You’re—You’re not?”

Pidge shook her head. “Nope. I’m asexual aromantic. It basically means I don’t see feel romantic or sexual attraction,” she added at the confused look on Keith’s face.

Keith was fairly sure Pidge had punched him. Why else would he have been feeling so winded? Or maybe it had something more to do with the fact that what Pidge had just said described him perfectly. It felt right. 

Something must have shown on his face because Pidge narrowed her eyes at him. “What?” 

“Nothing I just-” Keith inhaled and then choked on his relief. “I just never thought you’d...feel the same. You know?” 

Pidge’s expression shifted so quickly Keith could not even hope to figure out what she was thinking. It seemed she settled on pure shock, though, from the way her mouth fell open and she stared at Keith like he’d grown a second head. 

“Wait, you mean you’re not interested in people like that, either?” She asked. Keith shook his head. 

“Nope, never.” 

“Wow,” Pidge leaned back so far Keith was afraid she’d topple into the fountain. “I was so afraid you’d be like those...asshole soulmates that forced me into being and doing stuff I didn’t want to.” 

“Yeah,” Keith thought back to everything he’d been told and nodded in agreement. “Me too.” 

“So instead of soulmates...what if we just stay friends?” Pidge suggested. She turned to him with a huge grin. “Or, better yet, best friends. Best friends who are soulmates but who cares about that part.” 

Keith tried and failed to swallow back the laugh that bubbled up from his throat. He held his hand out for Pidge to shake. “I’d say you’d have yourself a deal.” 

Pidge shook his hand and then regarded him with a closed fist. When Keith tapped his own against her’s, she made an explosion noise, wiggling her fingers dramatically. A grin stole its way across Keith’s face and he mirrored it. She turned to dig in her bag for a beat-up looking metal box with a sandwich in a baggie inside. 

“Hey, Pidge?” Keith watched as she unwrapped her sandwich. “Um...one last thing.” 

“What’s up?” 

“Can you tell me more about asexuality and aromanticism?” Keith asked hesitantly, wondering what she’d say. He’d finally found something that felt right - that felt like him - and didn’t make him feel broken. 

It seemed, from the look in Pidge’s eye, that she understood. She clapped him on the shoulder and nodded, digging into her sandwich. She grinned at him, peanut butter smeared on her nose. 

“’Course, Keith,” she hummed. Keith’s shoulders slumped in relief and he reached for the sandwich of his own that Shiro had packed for him that morning. 

It felt good, he realized as he bit down. To finally have a label for what he had been feeling his entire life. It felt right. 

Maybe meeting his soulmate hadn’t been so bad after all. 

[swarkler]

Hero

in which Nico is lowkey jealous of Xavin and Karolina reassures her with stories from when they were kids

Karolina waltzes into her bedroom, thrilled to finally have a chance to lie down after a long day of fighting her evil alien family. Once again, she and her friends have barely made it out alive and their fight was far from over, but right now she’s just way too tired to think about any of that.

She sees Nico already lying in bed, which is very unlike her. Nico hardly ever slept, especially these past few days. Karolina takes a seat beside her, running her hand up and down her girlfriend’s spine but getting no response.

“Are you okay?” She asks softly.

“I’m fine.” Nico groans. They have been together long enough for Karolina to know that meant she was Definetely Not Fine.

“Hey, look at me.” She pleads, and Nico finally turns her head to face her. Her makeup is intact, so Karolina knows she hasn’t been crying, but there’s still some sadness in her eyes. “Tell me what’s up.”

“It’s nothing.” Nico replied quickly, always trying to avoid talking about her feelings. “I just wish I could’ve done more today, you know.”

“What do you mean?” Karolina furrows her brow. “You guys totally saved me and Chase back there.”

Nico avoids Karolina’s eyes as she speaks. “Some of us contributed more than others.”

Suddenly, Karolina knows exactly what’s going on, and the mere idea of it is so ridiculous she can’t help but laugh, much to Nico’s desmay. “Is this about Xavin?”

“Of course not! She was the one who got you to safety, you know that’s all I wanted.” Nico’s voice breaks a little, and Karolina realizes how much her girlfriend was hurting while she was being held hostage by Jonah. “I just… I wish I could’ve done more.”

“Hey, you did more than enough, okay?” She reaches out to grab Nico’s hand reassuringly. “You came back for me. You led the rescue mission that got me and Chase out. I know you wish you could’ve fought more, but now that our parents have that brain-jamming thing…”

“But that’s the point, isn’t?” Nico sits up, her tone louder now, angrier. “I couldn’t use my staff, so I was pretty much useless back there. You were right in front of me and there was nothing I could do to help you. Xavin, on the other hand…”

“Nico.” Karolina stops her, cupping her girlfriend’s face with both hands gently, trying to get Nico to look into her eyes. “You don’t have to worry about that! The important thing is I’m home now, and I’m safe, and I’m with you, okay?”

“I don’t know…” Nico is still looking down, her whole expression screaming heartbreak. Karolina wishes she could somehow squeeze the sadness out of her. Nico had suffered enough, she deserved to be happy. “I just can’t help but think that maybe you would be better of with someone else. Someone who doesn’t need a creepy magic stick to be there for you when you need it. Maybe… maybe someone from the same planet as you.”

“Okay, no, I’m not having this.” Karolina says decisevely, knowing damn well that this is the only way Nico will listen when she’s like this. “I’m not gonna leave you for Xavin just because she doesn’t need props to use her powers or because she comes from the same planet as I do.”

“You forgot to mention the part about how you two are apparently destined to be together by some sort of ancient alien prophecy.” Nico adds sourly.

“Yeah, I don’t give a shit about that either. I mean sure, it’s cool to have someone in my life that knows what I am and where I come from other than my sociopathic father, but you…” She smiles as she plays with a loose strand of Nico’s hair tenderly. “Nico, I’ve loved you since we were 6 years old. And these past few months we’ve spent together? Somehow, in the middle of all of this chaos, you and I managed to build something beautiful, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life. You have nothing to worry about, okay?”

“Okay.” Nico blushes, grabbing Karolina’s hand from her cheek and kissing her fingers. She is clearly still a tiny bit insecure, but they can work on that later. Karolina pulls her girlfriend in for a hug and the two of them cuddle in silence for a moment, just appreciating the feeling of each other’s company.  

“Hey.” Nico’s raspy voice breaks their comfortable silence. “Did you really mean that thing you said? About when we were little?”

“Well, yeah.” It’s Karolina’s turn to blush now. She has never spoken to anybody about this, especially not Nico. The two of them hardly ever talked about the times before their lives fell apart. “I remember this one time in first grade when this kid Jenna McNamara asked to borrow my scissors for a school project. I knew she was kind of a bully, but I genuinely thought she was just asking for a little help, you know? Anyway, the second I handed her my pair of scissor she cut my ponytail right off, no warning. I was devastated.”

“And then I grabbed your chopped-off ponytail and I hit her in the face with it.” Nico laughs, and it warms Karolina’s heart. She wasn’t sure if Nico would remember. “We were called into the principal’s office and everything. My parents were furious, but at least I got to take her down with me.”

“You were always such a tough kid, even before...” She doesn’t finish her sentence, leaving the circumstances unsaid. There’s no point in bringing up old wounds, not right now. “You protected your friends, whenever they needed you. I had no idea that having crushes on girls was even a possibility back then, but I knew I thought you were the coolest person in the whole world. I guess I never stopped thinking that.”

“Not even when I fell on my ass in the middle of the school cafeteria and injured my tailbone?” Nico teases, finally reverting to her usual self.

“Nope.” Karolina shook her head vehemently. “I remember that day, you and Amy were showing us your karate moves, I actually thought it was kind of badass. I mean, you injured your tailbone and you didn’t even shed a tear.”

“What?!” Nico raises her eyebrows, clearly not buying it. “C’mon, it was super embarrassing. I had to carry that stupid special tailbone pillow with me everywhere.”

“And I thought it was adorable.” She reaches closer, planting a soft kiss to her girlfriend's lips. “You even let me bedazzle it, remember?”

“How could I possibly forget?” Nico rolls her eyes.

“Well…” Karolina shrugs, grinning tauntingly. “I know it wasn't exactly my best fashion work, but at least it was funny. You could've bought yourself another one if you didn't like it, but you never did.”

“Of course not.” It's Nico's turn to lean in for a kiss. “A pretty girl made that one for me, I wasn't gonna throw it away.”

Karolina is more than used to people calling her pretty, so used to it that most of the time she'd prefer it if people could just compliment her on literally anything other than her physical appearance. Still, there's something about the way Nico says it that never fails to make her stomach flutter. She knows that the beauty Nico sees in her is about a lot more than the blonde hair or the blue eyes.

“Anyway, my point is…”  She backs away from Nico's lips just enough to be able to speak, still keeping their faces less than an inch apart. She loves watching Nico from up close, being able to see all the little details that are usually hidden by the heavy makeup. God, she loves this girls so much. "I don't care what any prophecy has to say. You've always been my hero, Nico, even before you found your staff, and I'm sure that if there's anyone out there I'm destined to be with, it's gotta be you.”

“Good.” Nico responds seriously, wrapping her arms around tightly around Karolina and planting a kiss to the top of her head. Karolina had known Nico her hole life and she never imagined her tough goth crush would turn out to be such a soft girlfriend. If anything, this surprise only made her love her even more. “Because you're my hero too, and I never want to lose you.”

[shaezerburn]

This one-shot AU is inspired by a song. I’m trying out a weird writing style for myself. Or something like that. I just hope it makes sense in the end. Bare with me. 

Freezerburn! 

Beware: 5k words. Everyone in this “one-shot” is cheeky and a smart-ass. They’re teenagers, obvi. (except for god tier dad tai.) I would’ve expanded on this whole entire thing if it weren’t for me claiming it to be a one-shot. FDGKJDSG.

It’s from a Yang PoV / Almost an introspective/journalistic and basically a journey into discovering herself and what she likes. (Plot twist: It’s Weiss)

September 13th, 20[xx]

“Yang, seriously? Senior year, and you still haven’t had a crush on anyone?” Jaune poked at her, questioningly. Nora and Ren sighed.

Pyrrha lightly smacked Jaune on the shoulder, “Don’t question her with silly things like that.” she smirked mischievously “Are you sure you don’t find any guy attractive?” they were playing with her.

Yang leaned forward, her head resting on her elbow as she idly chewed her corn dog, only to look down at it and frown. “No? It’s high school. I’m focused on..Go-” her go to response when she didn’t feel like playing along.

“Good grades. Good morals. And most of all my sister!” everyone at the lunch table seemed to repeat, in a cultist chant like manner.

Yang leaned back and rolled her eyes, “I’m heading to class.” she starting packing up her things. Her appetite had suddenly disappeared. You guys are lucky that you’ve been my friends since middle-school. Or else, I don’t know how I would deal with you lot.

“Oh, come on you guys - don’t tease her like that.” Nora scolded the two.

Yang waved off, “It’s fine. I’m just going to study a bit before class.” she had thrown her things away and made a beeline towards the exit.

What’s the big deal about having a boyfriend anyways? It wasn’t fair that Yang had to eat lunch with not one, but two pairs of couples, while her other friends had different lunch scheduling. But it wasn’t their fault it ended up like that.

There’s nothing wrong with not having a crush! I mean, it’s not like I know what it feels like to have one anyways. Well, it’s not that I’ve considered it. Dating, that is. Yang eyes wandered around the hallways. A boy with gorgeous green eyes and black hair passed by her. He’s attractive. Would he be my type?

Yet, Yang only seemed to eye the boys she had passed by and found them... as she would normally find guys. Normal. Maybe...girls? A redness took over her face. Did she like girls? Wasn’t it the norm to have a boyfriend? Surely, her friends made it look that way.

Yang headed into class and as usual there was that one girl, with ivory colored hair that stood out to the rest of the world. The girl didn’t seem to budge or make a movement - as this was how it usually was. Yang took her place a few seats diagonal from the girl and pulled out her papers and notes.

This is so bothersome! What’s the big deal about being in love anyways? Tcch.. She let out an audible sigh.

“That’s how I feel about question sixteen.” The voice from behind her commented as she tapped her pencil.

Yang shook herself out of her thoughts, trying to catch what the girl said. She turned her head and pretended as if she had heard - “Yeah, haha. It sucks.” she returned in a half-assed response. Her eyes gazed over the girl, noticing the tiny detail of a scar running over her left eye - she seemed to return a smile and nod and returned back to looking over her own notes while Yang turned and did the same thing.

Four weeks in this class and almost four years in this school and you’d think I’d know everybody by now. She rubbed her forehead, she really wasn’t doing a good job at looking over her notes... Come to think of it. I don’t think I’ve seen her face around the school at all.

Her eyes squinted over the paper in front of her and then she turned around, “Hey, uhm...I don’t think I caught your name.” Yang said to the girl.

She seemed to raise an eyebrow at the girl, “We’ve been in this class for how long, doing attendance and you still don’t know my name?” the girls seemed to be dead serious - her tone shifting completely.

“Ahh...” Yang seemed caught off guard. Shit, well - she’s not wrong. I just really don’t pay attention to the people in my class! It’s not like that matters. I’m not here to make friends anymore. Should I apologize? Play it -

“Whoa, whoa. Relax. You look like you’re about to explode” she teased, “I’m Weiss. I’m pretty much new to this school.” she flashed a quick smile.

Yang seemed to hide her face for a moment. That was embarrassing. I didn’t think she’d be so chill about it.

“And you’re Yang Xiao Long, aren’t you?”

“Ahhh...” Yang froze up once again. She knows me, I don’t know her. This is definitely awkward. Here I am proving that I am a grade-A asshole.

“For someone that looks as tough as you, I definitely wouldn’t have taken you for the shy type.” Weiss commented, twirling her pencil in between her long slender fingers.

“For someone that looks as icy as you, I never would’ve considered you for the cheeky type.” Yang retaliated in a joking manner.

Weiss chuckled, “I’d say more a defiant type. Defying the odds, but...” she shrugged and merely smiled.

“Never judge a book by it’s cover?”

“Exactly that.”

October 18th, 20[xx],

Parts of me still don’t understand the feel for love. Recently, Blake entered into a relationship with Sun. I’m a little bit jealous. Jaune and Pyrrha. Ren and Nora. Sun and Blake. I mean, everything is still the same with them - it’s just that they have each other. I still have them. Just not in ‘that way’. Whatever that is.

I want to feel what love is. But how will I know when I meet the right person?

“Yang, now is not the time to be daydreaming.” Weiss shook her awake from her thoughts. “We’ve got work to do.”

“Oh, right.” Yang had handed Weiss the decorations - a group of them had been preparing for the upcoming festivities. The two had joined one of the school committee clubs and were now overseeing the decorations for the school in its entirety. Today they had decided to stay a little bit after school and now; it was safe to say at this point that Yang and Weiss were friends due to how much time they had spent together over these last five weeks.

Yang looked up at Weiss, holding the ladder steady as Weiss proceeded to hang up some spooky bats in the hallways. “Vance! I swear - if you don’t straighten out that poster - it’s going to be the death of me.” Weiss yelled from atop the ladder.

Meeting the right person at this time and place just seems... silly. If it were meant to be then it would’ve happened already. It seemed as if Yang had returned to daydreaming, nearly drowning everything out around her. I don’t even know what you’re supposed to do when you fall in love. Everyone around me usually acts like themselves. But what about in private...No, nope. She openly shook her head at her own thought. Still lost in them.

Don’t want to think about that. Do I want to be alone forever? No, not really. Am I, Yang Xiao Long - brave enough to venture into the territory of falling in love? Even if I do where would I find it?  

“Jeez, you’re on a ladder and over 5 feet tall and suddenly you have power?” Vance, one of the committee students retorted.

It’s honestly not like someone is going to fall right into my arms and then we’ll fall madly in love through some weird happenstances.

Weiss glared intently and stepped down, only to miss a rung on the ladder as Yang’s grip had lightened on the ladder itself, not holding it as steadily “Sh-” the ladder toppled over as did Weiss.

Within almost an instant Weiss landed on top of Yang, safely. While the ladder slid to the left. Yang, however was the not-so-lucky participant of these unwanted chain of events.Yang had landed straight on her ass, bruising her tailbone with Weiss comfortably sitting her lap.

Ow, ow, ow!!! God, what are you playing at?

Vance ran up to the two, “Whoa, are you two okay?”

Weiss stood up, “Yeah, we’d be fine if you hadn’t made such a comment.” she wiped herself off and helped Yang up.

“What? You’re the one who started talking to me first. You didn’t have to be so rude about it.”

Yang seemed to watch the two squabble as she patted her own backside. That would definitely bruise.

“I was only doing my job, Vance. That’s what I’m here for.” she glared.

Wait. Shit. This is my fault. Weiss wouldn’t have fell if my grip hadn’t been so weak. Might also be the schools fault since this ladder is older than the school itself. I guess I’ll do something about it.

“Hey! Nobody’s at fault here.” Yang interjected, “First off - this ladder is old as shit. Definitely isn’t sturdy to begin with. Second off - I may or may not have been daydreaming. Again. So my grip may have been... weak.” she sheepishly grinned. “Third off - my ass really hurts so can we just get this over with?”

Weiss let out a sigh while Vance just smirked, “Yang, you’re really losing you’re cool kid rep.” Vance commented.

“Coming from the guy who sounds like an old man. Got it gramps.” she sarcastically responded.

Weiss let out a chuckle her, hand covering her mouth, “Alright, alright. Vance, get back to work. I have things to talk about with Ms. Xiao Long here.”

“Professor Peach, is that you?” Yang looked at Weiss with a playful look about her, her hand resting on her chin in a mock-perplexion.

Weiss groaned and pulled Yang away to where none of the rest of the committee were.

“Yang, are you okay?” Weiss seemed to ask.

“Well, like I said my butt really hurts so…”

“No, no. Not about that it just seems like you’ve got something on your mind.” Weiss questioned.

Oh shit. Have I been that obvious? My thoughts aren’t even really that important - it’s just that...now it’s become an obsession. With my feelings. With all of this. I want to figure it out. I don’t think I can ask Weiss what love really feels like - she probably knows as much as me considering all she’s told us at lunch… which frankly hasn’t been much. We’re nearly the same in that aspect. Clueless and loveless.

“Yang, Remnant to Yang.” Weiss snapped her fingers in front of Yang’s face.

“Ahhh…” Yang’s focus was brought back in as she looked up at Weiss who seemed a little bit more than concerned. “I do have things on my mind, I just...I don’t think I can talk about it with you. Sorry if I caused problems today. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Weiss sighed and nodded, “Alright. Well, Yang… if you ever have anything you want to talk about just know that I’m here for you.” she grabbed Yang’s hand and shared a soft smile. She gently squeezed it and let go. Weiss walked away, back towards the group going back on her controlling rampage of spooky decor.

What was that?

For a split second Yang had felt a feeling in her gut as Weiss had grabbed her hand. She didn’t have the time to respond. But it had overwhelmed her in just a short second. She looked down at her hand, feeling the sensation burn and then leave her all the same. Once more, she looked over at Weiss and watched her harass the second years over the placement of some webbing.

Weird.

She clutched at her chest.

Very weird.

November 1st, 20[xx]

Yang couldn’t imagine what those feelings were. Or where they had come from. It’s not like they had been constant. When Yang was on her own, her mind would usually wander to the usual. Like work and what she needed to do. However, on occasion - her mind would wander onto Weiss, her friend.

It’s a Friday, I wonder if she has any plans. Don’t know what we’d do though. She looked real pretty in those leggings today. Her make-up was on point too. And the way she smiled when I told her that was the best part in it all.

She felt the bubbling in her stomach once more. She rubbed her stomach, “Gahhh.” she muttered. Her heart, seemed to be doing some weird tricks too.

“Hungry, sport?” Tai called from the kitchen, as if he had a sixth sense for these things.

Yang shot up from her spot on the couch and turned towards her father's voice. 

“Hell yeah!”

“Language!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Yang, just get your butt in here.”

Yang scurried her way to the kitchen and started to peel the potatoes that her father had left on the counter. A silence filled the air until Yang had decided to break it.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“How did you and mom fall in love?” She asked nonchalantly.

Tai seemed to sputter on the spot, “Are you talking about Raven or Summer?”

“Both, I guess.” Yang shrugged.

“Well, that’s a loaded question in itself. Raven and I fell in love in college and had you. I met Summer after college, through old friends and we just happened to fall in love and connect and had your sister, Ruby.”

Yang sighed, “You like, completely missed the point of my question.”

“What?”

“I want to know how you fell in love, what it feels like, looks like, how do you know they’re the one?” Yang had finished peeling in a record time and turned towards Tai who seemed taken aback by the sudden barrage of questions.

“Why the sudden twenty questions?” he seemed to stop in his own actions.

“Do I need a reason?”

“Well, you’ve never shown interest in this stuff before… so there’s definitely something or someone on your mind.”

Yang sputtered, her mind instantly going to Weiss… but why her? Yang didn’t like her… not like that.

“No, no! I’m just…” she let out a sigh “all of my friends, except me are dating. I’m tired of not knowing what the big deal is.”

Tai chuckled, “Well, Yang...that’s up to you on whether or not it’s a big deal. Finding love is different for everyone and just because you have it now - doesn’t mean it’s always going to last. So, I’m going to tell you this. Falling in love is different for everyone, but the feelings are usually the same. My take on it, is that it’s finding happiness that you can share with another person. Happiness that isn’t forced, but just is. Being or even thinking of that person can make your heart at ease or maybe overly joyed. There’s no right or wrong way to feel about the way you love someone, as long as you know they aren’t being harmed by it. If anything, your heart is the one to tell you if they’re the one. It’s something you have to listen carefully for. Not with just your heart, but with your mind too.”

Yang fell silent.

This is… a lot more than I expected.

“Yang, you’re my daughter but we’re still two completely different people. Love has its ways. And yours will find its way to you too. Don’t fear to question it. To challenge it. To accept it. But remember, loving someone doesn’t solely involve you… and they’re not an object of your affection to be won. But an actual human being to be respected - whether or not they like you back too. Share in your experiences, thrive through your mistakes and make the outcome better than what you had before.”

I don’t think I really understand any better. Or am I just that dense when it comes to love? Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask dad, but I don’t know if either of my mom’s would know how to answer that.

Guess I’ll have to figure this out by myself.

December 15th, 20[xx]

“No one?!” Yang’s eyes widened.

“Yeah, the all seemed to cancel at the last minute.” Weiss replied as the two now stood at the entrance of the ice skating rink.

Ahh shoot, I guess that’s what we get for planning near the break.

“So just the two of us then?” Yang held the door open for Weiss.

It’s not like that had actually mattered to Yang, the two of them had grown closer as friends. They had eaten lunch together, studied together, and sometimes casually hung out. Yet, Yang couldn’t get rid of this nagging feeling inside of her. It pulled her along whenever she was with Weiss.

Not a big deal. It’s the usual protocol… She scrunched her face as she followed Weiss through the building. Protocol? What am I, some military commander? Sheesh, Colonel Xiao Long lighten up. The nagging feeling had returned. Yang couldn’t place her finger on it.

The two had gotten their skates, with Weiss having brought her own and Yang having to rent some out.

“I forgot to ask, you know how to skate right?” Weiss finished tying up her skates and stood up.

Yang shook her head “Nope.”

Weiss held her hand over her mouth in a small chuckle, “Oh, this’ll be fun.” a mischievous look grew about her.

Yang could feel herself light up at the look of Weiss. She was with her best friend! Of course she was happy about being with her best friend. But… she still couldn’t shake this feeling. She wanted to enjoy herself with Weiss and she was, but this… this was entirely different.

Ignore it. You’re here for her. No, wait. You’re here with her. That’s right.

Yang stood up, finishing her own lacing and followed Weiss onto the ice. Only to quickly flail about and grab for the sides. She breathed out, watching her own breath fill the air. Vale’s winters weren’t exactly the coldest, but weren’t the warmest either. Even inside the rink they had to wear a decent amount of warm clothing to stay warmed and contented. And they made sure not to dally about outside.

Weiss once again covered her mouth in a giggle as she glided along the ice with such grace and ease.

“All right there, Ms. Ice Queen why don’t you come help a newbie out?” Yang seemed to cry out.

She makes it look all too easy. The way her legs help her glide along the ice and the way her hair sways… it really must help her form!

Weiss held her hand out for Yang to grab onto.

For a second her heart began to jumpstart.

This shit again?! I’m just with Weiss so why am I like this? It doesn’t feel bad at all but every time Weiss and I are alone I just can’t seem to fight whatever this is.

Yang held onto Weiss’s hand, nearly stumbling as she let go of the side railing.

“Take it easy there, you big brute. Try moving your legs in this sort of gliding motion.” Weiss seemed to playfully tease as she helped Yang slide along the ice. They were lucky that it wasn’t a packed rink as a few others seemed to also glide around them with ease. The two had seemed to pick up speed without Yang even noticing.

“Everyone’s a show off, huh.” Yang gave off a light-hearted grin towards Weiss who grinned at her in return.

Another sensation hit Yang.

Shit. When did it get so warm in here? And why do my hands feel so clammy? I should let go of Weiss.

With that thought Yang had accidentally entered into another daydream like-state. Her mind immediately taking the thought into consideration and letting go of Weiss who’s momentum had already taken her forward near the outer edge.

“Yang?!” Weiss sped a little forward and turned around only to see Yang snap out of it and wildly flail her arms towards Weiss.

OH SHIT.

With her arms in front of her, she seemed to wave about wildly wanting to catch the wall that Weiss happened to be in the way of. “How do I stop?!”

It was a little too late as Yang’s lengthy arms caught the wall, but now Weiss was trapped in between Yang and the wall - Yang who had come at a surprisingly fast speed had managed to not crush Weiss too badly.

But now the situation had turned, what Yang considered, awry.

She was chest to chest with Weiss, she could feel Weiss’s breath tickling her collarbones. Yang looked down at Weiss, who seemed to be caught off guard. The look that Weiss had given her has they stood so intimately close was one that would be ingrained into the mind of Yang Xiao Long for the rest of her life. One, that Yang couldn’t really be sure if she was seeing things correctly.

Weiss, are you blushing?

“W-Weiss...I’m so sorry.” Yang’s voice suddenly trembled. This wasn’t a life-threatening situation, but it was for Yang.

Her heart was burning.

Weiss once again rose her hand to cover her mouth in a laugh. But for some reason Yang lightly grabbed her hand to hold it down.

“Don’t hide it. It’s beautiful.” Yang blurted out.

Weiss’s eyes went wide with a very visible blush. Or maybe it was the coldness hitting her cheeks.

Shit. Why did I say that? Why did it feel so good? Why does she look like that?! What’s going on?!

“Have to pee. Be right back.” Yang babbled out. She seemed to awkwardly inch her way off of Weiss and and quickly shuffled herself along the railing, leaving a stunned and bewildered Weiss to her own devices.

I don’t have to pee. That was a lie. That last thing about Weiss’s laugh being beautiful WASN’T a lie. It balances it out, right?

Yang untied her skates and put on her shoes and ran off to the restroom.

Why won’t these feelings go away?

She had entered the restroom and stood in front of the sink, staring at herself in the mirror.

Gah, mom if you were here what would you do? What do I do?

Turning on the sink, she splashed her face with water and sighed as she dried it off. The burning sensation within herself only seemed to diminish slightly.

It really feels like I’m walking with my heart on fire.

Her mind raced with the thought of Weiss and her pressed up against one another. Yang remembered the way Weiss’s lips looked, how she seemed to tremble under the pressure of Yang - a blush filling the image of not only Weiss but Yang as she seemed to stare at her own reflection.

W-What are these thoughts?

And why do I like them so much?!

February 14th, 20[xx]

The break had passed as had the beginning of the second semester. Weiss and Yang were as close as ever. But Yang couldn’t help but notice these growing feelings within her. Feelings that she couldn’t avoid, but why would she want to when they made her feel so good.

Every day she woke up with the intention of seeing Weiss. But parts of her still didn’t know what that meant. She herself, couldn’t see that she was in denial.

To make matters more complicated it was Valentines day. This day was all about love and Yang had the urge to learn a little bit more.

But today, Yang felt compelled to look for a good source of advice and who better to give advice than none other than Blake Belladonna? Her long time best friend and basically second sister.

“Blake, I need some advice.”

“At 7 am? Did you have some weird prophetic dream again?”

Yang furrowed her brows, “What, no. Just listen...this is the most important question I’ll ever ask you.”

Blake looked at her suspiciously, the two were sitting the cafeteria waiting for classes to start - everyone else seemed to be groggily walking along on this love-filled day.

“Okay, so for context let’s just say that during certain times I get these feelings that I can’t really explain. It’s with this one specific person and I can’t make heads or tails of it. You know, it feels really good and I just can’t stop thinking about them and I just want to be with them -”

“Yang, get to the point. It’s too early in the morning for my attention span to be fully here.”

“Oh, right. Anyways, what I’m trying to say is I really like these feelings and I don’t want them to go away with this person but I just don’t have a name for it yet.” Yang seemed to look over her own hands, she seemed to be fiddling a lot more than she had remembered.

Blake seemed to look at Yang as if she was the dumbest person to walk the planet.

“Uh, Blake?”

Blake smirked, “Holy shit, Yang. You’re in love!”

“What?!”

No, what? That can’t be right. But my heart says otherwise. Ack! Brain, what are you doing to me?

“Oh my gosh, is it Weiss? You’re in love with Weiss, aren’t you?” Blake seemed to be on the edge of her seat leaning over the table now wide-awake.

Yang’s heart seemed to beat a mile per second. A burning sensation filling her entire being. “A-aah… keep your voice down!”

Huh? No. Yes. Wait. Weiss? Oh gosh. She’s not...Blake isn’t wrong. I really do like Weiss...and I like liking Weiss! Is that wrong? But am I also that obvious? Does Weiss know?

Blake smirked, “Well, that’s interesting.” she returned to being her usual calm and collected self “I’m glad you’ve found something other than your studies and sister you can focus on.” she eyed Yang with a devilish look about her.

“T-that’s not bad, is it? Liking girls, I mean?”

Everything I thought I knew about me is turned upside down. But honestly, I love finding out new things about me. All these sensations and feelings are starting to make sense.

“No, not at all. Though, I know not everyone will agree. Especially…” Blake trailed off her face contorting into one of concern, “Weiss.”

Yang’s shoulders now slacked as she looked down at the empty seat next her.

That’s right. Love has to be reciprocated. I don’t even know if Weiss is interested in me like that. How does she feel? About me? About us? This could change the entire dynamic between us if I tell her. Do I do this right away? Can I really go up to someone and say “Hey! I like you a lot!” all of a sudden with no warning?

“Hey, Yang. I say go for it. The best case scenario is that you find yourself with a girlfriend. Worst case is, is that you two never really speak again.”

Yang glared, “That’s not helpful at all. Thanks.”

With a sigh Blake began again “Okay, that sounded really terrible but what I mean is if you two can’t remain friends even after a confession like that then is the friendship really worth it? Besides, I know you’re not the kind of person to go shoving your feelings and wants into everyone’s faces.”

“Blake. Every friendship is worth it. That’s it. I’ve decided, it’s Valentines Day and I’m going to ask her out.” Yang stood up banging her hands on the table, managing to startle several sleepy students.

Yang knew Weiss’s schedule only because Weiss had shared it with her. She’s be in the band room right now, practicing piano. Yang usually wasn’t the one to venture towards that area simply because she didn’t really have any classes towards that hall but she had a mission.

A mission that involved feelings that could not wait. To her it was like ripping a band-aid off and getting it over with.

But as she entered the hallway, she heard Weiss’s voice. Yang froze and made sure to not show her face. Her heart suddenly pounding and wanting to burst out of her chest.

Not now love monster! We do this her way or no way!

“A date? I mean…” Weiss’s voice could be heard saying these words, but Yang wanted none of it and turned heel to leave.

She could feel the pain of rejection already hitting her.

She’s Weiss Schnee. The prettiest girl in all of Beacon. Of course she’d be getting asked out. Why wouldn’t she? So, this is what love feels like? I love it and hate it. All of these new emotions - sometimes it’s just too much!

But there’s no way that I’m turning these feelings off.

March 1st, 20[xx]

Yang liked to pretend everything had been the same ever since. She never really delved into the ‘date’ Weiss had, in fact - Yang had practically begun to shut herself down without really ever meaning to. She didn’t want her feelings to impose on Weiss’s.

But Weiss was a lot sharper than she let off.

“Yang Xiao Long. Freeze.” Weiss had followed Yang to the nearly empty school parking lot.

Yang froze, just as she was told to do. It was hard not to resist such a demanding yet lovely voice.

“Turn around, you oaf.” Weiss now told her.

Yang turned like a puppy on command and sheepishly smiled at her, “You need something Weiss?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” she paused “I need an explanation of why you’ve been so distant with me these past few weeks.” her gorgeous eyes seemed to pierce Yang’s very soul.

I guess there’s no time like the present.

“I...I think I realized something about myself. With you.” Yang began “And, I don’t think it’s fair of me to put my feelings on you but I like you, Weiss Schnee. And not like friendship like, I mean like ‘I want to date you’ like.”

“Ya-”

“Wait, please let me finish.” Yang had shut her eyes not wanting to see Weiss’s reaction as she gathered her thoughts “I know you got asked out on Valentine's Day. I guess you could say I got jealous. But I didn’t want to inadvertently get mad or possessive of you so I decided to distance myself from you.”

Leaving my feelings out in the open is scary. But sometimes, it’s for the best.

“Are you done?” Weiss coldly asked.

Yang felt another sharp pierce through her heart. She lowered her head.

“You didn’t even consider to think how I felt about you? If you had of asked me that day, you would’ve known that I rejected him. You wouldn’t even let me mention it because you kept changing the topic!”

“What, why would you reject him?” Her head lifted up.

Weiss’s face seemed to redden as she turned away to look away from Yang. “..e..snt...o..”

“Huh?”

“HE WASN’T YOU. YOU OAF.”

Yang looked a little confused, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Yang Xiao Long, are you really that dense?”

As if calculations were forming next to her mind, her eyes widened in an almost crazy revelation.

With a finger pointed outstretched and in an accusatory manner Yang loudly proclaimed “YOU LIKE ME?!”

Yang felt her heart pound and then settle. A huge grin overtaking her face.

Is this real?

Weiss buried her face in her hands. “And this is why I like you…” she muttered.

That’s right, I’m forgetting one last thing.

“Hey Weiss?”

Weiss popped her head up, still red in the face.

“You want to go out on a date with me?”

She chuckled, “Of course I do.”

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Fifty-Eight: In A Garden ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Tenten ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

“...you’re kidding, right?”

“Nope.”

“...but...why?”

“Cuz it’s fun, dude!”

Sasuke deadpans. “...dressing up in costumes and acting, in real time...is fun.”

“Yeah! LARPing is amazing! A few friends of mine from my old school were into it when we were kids! And since I’ve been getting back into contact with ‘em, I asked if they still did it? And they do! And we are totally going to a session and -”

“No.”

“But -!”

“That is the dorkiest thing I’ve ever heard of. I wouldn’t be caught dead doing that.”

“But Sasuke -” Naruto begs, curling fists under his chin. “I told everybody we’d be there!”

“You need to stop making promises on my behalf, Naruto.”

“C’mon, man! You tellin’ me you’ve never wanted to be, like...a badass knight? Or...or a mage? You never played games like that?”

“Yeah. Games. Where I sit and be myself, playing a game. I’ve never thought I should become the game.”

“Dude...do you know anything about cosplay?”

“...yeah. I do.”

“Y’ever looked at some really hot cosplay girls?”

A light tint of pink colors the Uchiha’s face. “...I’ve seen them, yeah.”

“Well, it’s like that...only they actually stay in character. And you get to interact with them, in character! And you can have battles, and sit in a tavern, and look awesome! I promise you’ll have fun. And like I said, it’s mostly people from my old school! You wouldn’t even know anyone there to be all embarrassed in front of!” Naruto nudges him in the ribs. “We’ll get you looking awesome, and they’ll just be impressed!”

Sasuke heaves a long sigh, staring at his friend skeptically. “...and what, pray tell, did you have in mind for me to wear?”

Sensing he’s convinced him, Naruto gives a wide, devious smile. “Oh, I think you’re gonna like it…!”

The event, as it turns out, is being hosted in a large park across town. Good, Sasuke can’t help but think. Fewer chances of being spotted by someone he knows.

Because while he’ll never admit it...he does look awesome. But...that also plays against him for looking like he’s taking this seriously.

Donning a thief build getup, his scheme is black and a midnight blue, with highlights of silver. It’s actually made of leather, for the most part. The armor, at least. He’s got boots, trousers, a tunic...and his armor. A chest plate, bracers, shin guards...the whole works.

And he hates that Naruto was right. Though he tried to resist...the more he looked at himself in the mirror...the more he thought he actually looked...really cool. And he can totally pull off a thief character.

Otherwise, he’s just a human - no pointy elf ears or orc makeup. That...would be taking it  a little far, in his opinion. Wielding a foam dagger, he only has a scar painted over an eye.

You know, just to add to the badass image.

Getting out of Naruto’s car, they soon see the ruckus. A fair number of people - more than Sasuke expects - are out in the grass. A gazebo seems to be a make-believe tavern, coolers of drinks (non-alcoholic - they’re still minors, after all) and food are made up to look like chests. There’s a fair amount of variety in the costumes - both in terms of characters, and of skill level. And no one seems to be ripping on each other. They’re just...having fun. A few people spar with their false weapons...others sit and talk with tankards. One guy even looks to be selling potions...which are just funny colored water.

“Sooo...whaddaya think?” Naruto asks, leaning against his friend to jostle him, wiggling his eyebrows.

“...looks like a nerdfest.”

“An AWESOME nerdfest!” the blond declares, lifting his broadsword. He, of course, is a knight...with armor Sasuke will admit is even more impressive than his own.

“So, where are all the girls?”

“Oh! I think Shikamaru said they were having a, uh...a photoshoot? In the gardens. If I had t’guess, they’re probably all there getting their pictures done before their hair or whatever gets messed up. Wanna go see?”

Sasuke goes pink. “...that won’t be weird?”

“Nah, we’ll just...get our pictures taken, too! It’ll be totally fine,” Naruto insists, waving a hand. “I really do wanna get pictures, though. I want this moment immortalized! Sasuke wearing LARP getup...I’m gonna show your kids.”

“Tch, whatever…”

They head up the hill to where the kept gardens of the park are grown. Sasuke’s been here a few times, but mostly when he was a lot younger. The park really isn’t his favorite haunt anymore. At least, not unless something is actually going on. While his mother used to take him and Itachi all the time in the Summer when they were kids...they’re both a little old for that now. Itachi’s in college, after all.

And, as Naruto said, there’s indeed a few photographers hanging around, snapping pictures of various roleplayers. Most of the ones up here are indeed girls. Barmaids, mages, princesses, knights...anything and everything, really.

“See? What did I tell ya? Aren’t they beautiful?” Naruto whispers, nudging Sasuke again. “Check them out!”

Grunting, Sasuke gives him a glance, not wanting to be...overtly obvious. Pretending to be watching the goings-on, he scopes out a few of them. They’re pretty, sure...but none really catch his eye too dramatically.

“Please, Hina?”

“I-I don’t know about this, Tenten…”

Glancing, Sasuke spies what looks like a weaponsmith talking to a girl in a long coat, which she clings closed with embarrassment.

“But you look awesome! It turned out so great! Shouldn’t you want everyone to see it?”

“I mean...I guess? I don’t know, it’s just...e-embarrassing…!”

“Dude, everyone here is in costume! No one’s gonna make fun of you! We’re all nerds here, right?”

“...r-right…”

“Besides, if anyone gives you trouble, I’ll knock ‘em one!” the one called Tenten assures her, drawing an oversized hammer from a belt at her hip.

Her companion smiles, gaze dropping as the current group moves out from in front of the camera.

“Next?”

“Ooh, us!” Naruto insists, tugging Sasuke forward with a yelp.

“Just you two?” a photographer clarifies.

“Uh...I guess. Unless anyone wants a group shot with us?”

“We’ll join in!”

Everyone looks over to Tenten, who hauls her friend forward by a hand. The other keeps her coat closed. “Got room for two more?”

“Yeah, sure!” Naruto quickly agrees.

“C’mon, Hina! You gotta take the coat off!”

Pink with embarrassment, the one called Hina pauses...then peels the garment aside.

Sasuke’s eyes go wide.

Donning fake elf ears, her hair is long and dark, straight as a blade to her tailbone. Pale lavender eyes match a few layers of her dress, which has several materials of various shades of purple. A delicate circlet with violet gems sits on her brow.

...wow...she looks like the real deal.

She’s beautiful…

“...oi, Sasuke. We gotta pose.”

Snapped back to the present, he blinks, realizing he’s...still in the garden. And everyone’s looking at him. Oh crap, was he staring that badly?!

“Sorry about him, he’s a little spacy sometimes,” Naruto snickers. “Thieves and their short attention spans, amirite? If it’s not shiny, he’s not paying attention!”

Scowling, Sasuke knows he’s trying to cover for him. “...better than starting all manner of brawls just to prove your chivalry, you dunce.”

“Ha! See? Such a kidder…”

...huh...this is actually...kinda fun.

The four of them pose for a few photos before they let someone else have a turn.

“So can we get copies of these?” Naruto asks one of the photographers.

“Yeah, they’ll be on our website.”

“...website?” Sasuke repeats. They’ll be online?!

“What, like anyone you know is gonna be looking at this kinda stuff, right?” the blond counters, pouting.

Likewise, Hinata goes pink. “Tenten...you didn’t say they’d be p-public…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know!”

As their more...exuberant friends try to work out the details, Hinata and Sasuke are left to the side, glancing to each other. “...your costume is amazing,” he offers, trying to make conversation.

That gets her to perk up. “You...you think so? I made it myself!”

“What?! No way!”

“Mhm!”

“Oh...I just bought mine, I’m not...crafty or anything.”

She laughs softly into a hand. “That’s just fine. We all do this differently. I just...r-really like making clothes! Maybe I could make you something sometime, um…?”

“Oh, uh...Sasuke.”

“Hinata.”

“Okay guys, they’re gonna keep ours under a password! Apparently they do that for private shoots, and...they’re making an exception for us! So we can see them, but...no one without the magic word can.” Naruto gives two gloved thumbs-up.

“Oh, g-good,” Hinata sighs in relief.

“Yeah…”

“Now, onward! To the festivities! There’s battles to win and ale to drink!” the blond then announces, leading the charge back down to the belly of the park. Tenten follows with a cackling laugh, wielding her hammer.

“...well, I guess we’re hanging out?” Sasuke asks.

“I guess so,” Hinata laughs.

“...cool.”

                                                        .oOo. 

     ...this is really random xD I kinda wanted to do something else, buuut I don't have a dedicated verse for it (yet), so...maybe another time, lol      I've never done LARPing...I watched a few friends do it BRIEFLY, and uh...they were some of the very low budget kind xD Which is fine! But means in truth, I know very little about it, so...hopefully I didn't get anything wrong, lol!      ANYWAY, I'm FINALLY done with the ship week I was doing on Tumblr, and uh...oof, am I burnt out. I'm surprised I got this done, tbh ^^; So hopefully I'll be a bit more...prompt from now on. And a bit more wordy. Doing two daily writing things at once is uh...a bit much, lol      But anyway, that's all from me for tonight~ I'm very tired, so time to crash! Thanks for reading <3

[msoutherngirl-blog]

Transverse Myelitis

This past winter, February to be precise is when my symptoms began and I knew without a doubt something was terribly wrong. It started out as stiffness in my knees and progressed over the next week to my calves, then my feet and thighs. It was terrifying trying to continue to function that way, but I have bills to pay the same as everyone else. I couldn’t not go into work, it was not an option. For several weeks I suffered through it assuming it was a pinched nerve, taking ibuprofen and trying to tough it out. Nothing was getting better.

After two months nearly had passed of living this way I broke down and made an appointment to see my Doctor. I wasn’t even sure that I should drive myself at that point as I could no longer feel my feet even on the pavement much less a gas or brake pedal. My parents came to get me, thankfully they live close and I was able to start the slow process of taking care of that ‘pinched nerve’.

My primary care physician referred me to a neurologist here in the small town I live in and wanted me seen right away so a few days later, parents in tow, I went to the appointment that did nothing but make me angry. You see I am not a barbie doll, not afraid of a cheeseburger, however, I had no idea what was coming next. Once called back and in this ‘room’ a term we will use loosely since it looked more like a closet to me, to be honest, He took one look at me and even before attempting to do a TENS type electrode nerve test on me, he stated that I should go home, lose a hundred pounds and come back then to be seen. First, I wasn’t sent to see him regarding my weight. Second, I have a TENS unit at home that I use for arthritis in my knees weekly and have never had a single issue feeling it. I was furious. So was my mother who was in the room with me at the time. Needless to say, we walked out, as we did I told my mother that if I got a bill from him I’d march it right back in there and feed it to him. What can I say, he pissed me off?

*My angry face*

My mother had an appointment of her own a day or two later with our family doctor and told him what happened when he asked about the referral. He was not in the least happy either and promptly referred me to an orthopedist. I made calls for that specialist and as he would not be in my town for a good month plus, I made an appointment to go see him in Huntsville, Alabama. After a few minutes chatting and checking my balance etc, he ordered my first MRI. At LAST, I thought I was getting somewhere. Maybe this time I wouldn’t have to fight for my own well being?  The first MRI was for the lumbar spine as it was assumed that after the Xrays came back showing no pinched nerve perhaps there was a disc or something going on. Oh boy, was I in for a party!

Now let me preface this with - Read it ALL - not just my initial experience but the whole MRI journey. I have often referred to it as MRI Hell. The first MRI was to be done in my local hospital. Simple enough I thought, the machine was weight limited at 350 pounds, plenty past my personal weight so no problem! Or at least that is what I thought. We arrived at the hospital nice and early, filled out all my paperwork, and waited patiently for them to call me back. I walked back with the technician chatting a little as we made our way into the room and there it was. The tiny opening they claimed would house a person up to 350 pounds. Ummm only if they are seven feet tall. That thing was tiny. I thought I am here, let’s suck it up and get this over with though, so I tried. I lay on the table,  pressed my arms as close to my body as they would go and as she began sliding me into it my shoulders hit the opening. It was like being pressed into a sausage skin. I pressed the little panic button and she answered over the intercom as if everything looked just peachy. “Are you okay?” she asked as if she couldn’t SEE me being rolled into that tube. “Nope.” I replied flatly. “Nope, not happening. Get me out of here. There is no way I can lay in here for an hour I can’t move and this isn’t going to work.” I could feel the panic welling up in my chest with every inch further she sent me into that thing. It was horrifying and I am not a big baby.

Out in the sign-in area, the lady there asked if everything was okay and I explained to her the issue. Thank heavens for her because she explained to me that the imaging center at the hospital in Huntsville had the larger bore machines and that perhaps I could be seen there. Thank heavens is all I can say. Not only do they have a nicer facility but they have machines rated to 550 pounds that are far newer and take half the time for the exact same image. Easiest twenty minutes I have ever spent as a burrito. It would not be the only, however.

Once the images were ready, I went back for my follow up with the spinal doctor only to hear him tell me that there was nothing there. All was well and the issue must have resolved itself. ‘Since I wasn’t having pain, only complete numbness SURELY there couldn’t be anything wrong with me...’ Right? WRONG. If you know there is something wrong, if you truly FEEL like your body is not your own, you have to be your own best advocate. Don’t ever let anyone tell you it’s all in your head just because they would like an easy answer to get to their next case. Had I done that, I could be paralyzed right now as I type this. The only pain at that time that I had was a small spot on the lower part of my spine just above my tailbone. It just felt like it was bruised or something. It wasn’t excruciating. I wasn't in tears from it, after all, I was numb. I still stood my ground insisting that something was NOT RIGHT. The numbness had subsided a little after my primary doctor gave me a steroid shot, but it hadn’t cleared up and I knew in my heart this simply was not right. It scared the hell out of me thinking that all these people thought I was crazy and by this time I think even my parents were beginning to wonder if I wasn’t making some of it up to avoid yard work that desperately needed to be done.

Apparently, I pushed enough because he ordered a second MRI. This time it was of the thoracic spine. I knew when the imaging was finished his time that something was there. I was not crazy. When the technician came in to take me out of the machine, she brought another person with her. The two of them were very specific about me taking my time to get up and not allowing me to rush or merely get right up. With the look on her face and the clear empathy for my struggle to get up and lay still for the procedure, I could tell there was something this time that had not been seen before. This time within a couple of hours I got a call from the specialist telling me that he was immediately referring me to a Neurologist and I would be seen in a matter of days.

Now for the scary wake-up. The morning of my Neurology appointment I got up went to work and came home in time for my parents to pick me up and take me once again to Huntsville. I think somewhere in the back of my mind I was still hoping it was something that would be the easy shot and rest and you’re all fixed but that was not to be. We walked in and I filled out my paperwork, when they called me back my mom offered to go with me but I didn’t know of a reason since it seemed like I finally might have an answer. After all of the frustration and tears, all of the struggling for three months by this time, I was finally going to get something done. It felt like relief until the doctor walked in and scrolled through my MRI in detail as I watched. I still don’t recall everything he said as he went through it all so quickly, thoroughly, but quickly. When the words  “immediately admitting” and “hospital” sank into my ears panic set in, it was all I could do to tell him my family was in the lobby and they needed to be in the room.

When they came in, he went through it once more. Your daughter has a large lesion on her spinal cord. This is called Transverse Myelitis, it is nothing to leave or put off on treating. One of the larger ones(lesions) I have seen. This is usually seen in people who have Multiple Sclerosis. She needs to be admitted to the hospital today for 5 days of high dose steroids and rounds of testing. He continued about a spinal tap, blood work, a number of other things and the only thing I could think about was my dog at home. How Buddy would never understand if I simply disappeared and I burst into tears. In all of this, my first thought was for my sweet boy at home and how I could not just leave him. Yes, the test listing scared me, but the last time anyone I know was in the hospital for something treatable, was my Aunt. She went in for a simple procedure and they instead punctured her heart which resulted in months in the hospital and her death. I just kept seeing her, I couldn’t stop the tears.

He gave me until the next morning to check into the hospital as he needed to get a room for me on the neurology floor. Which also gave me some time with Buddy who my parents agreed to take home with them while I was in the hospital. Mom even sent me updates and pictures of him which eased it a bit, but since I rescued him, he had never really been away from me his whole life, so it was a bit like handing my child to people he barely knew. He was all set though, dad even made him pancakes.... spoiled much? Okay back to the initial path to my diagnosis.

I was dehydrated, so the IV was not easy. Luckily I had some great nurses while I was there and they took good care of me. For 5 days I was given a full bag of steroids daily which made even water taste bitter. It was in no way pleasant, I can assure you that. I will, however, say the worst part was the spinal tap. I wouldn’t wish that one many people, but let’s be honest... we all have that one person who we wouldn’t mind huh? *chuckles*

On the fourth day of steroids, my doctor came in to check on me as he did almost every day there and said the preliminary spinal fluid test seemed clear but it was still being sent to the Mayo Clinic as that is a requirement for such tests. I was exhausted all of the time. I slept the majority of the time I was in the hospital and more when I came home.  Transverse Myelitis can take anywhere from 6 to 36 months to fully heal once treated. Some people regain all their faculties and others have lasting deficits. It is also an illness that although it is rare affects less than 15,000 people a year, can recur in very rare cases. I hope that I am NEVER that lucky. Once was enough for me to be that scared out of my mind.

[dis-easedfairy]

Impulsive Decision Pt.5

Male Path | Female Path

Chapter 5: Should’ve Walked Away

WARNINGS: SWEARING/STRONG LANGUAGE | KIDNAPPING | MENTIONS OF RAPE | DRUGGING

Genre: Poly!au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, yandere!au

Pairings: BTS x Male Reader/ Kim Taehyung x Male Reader / Kim Seokjin x Male Reader / Jung Hoseok x Male Reader / OC x Male Reader

Word Count: 4,157

Summary: M/n is the owner of a very wealthy and successful company, Barnanby Inc. M/n attends a BTS show, since they happen to be a fan. They make a very impulsive decision to show a loophole in BTS’s security and end up kidnapping BTS and 2 girls. In a fit of panic M/n stashes BTS and the girls in a very luxurious bunker for the time being, but M/n’s world slowly starts to crumble the longer the boys are out of the public’s eye,

A/N: I may or may not have added one of my fav childhood memories in here.

    I woke up on my back with someone pressed against my chest. Their arms wrapped around my waist, face in my chest. It felt nice, yes, but they had their legs intertwined with mine, locking me down. The zip-up hoodie I was wearing last night was opened for some reason.

I looked down at the mess of dark hair and knew who it was almost instantly. I looked around the room and we were the only ones there.

“Uh, Tae? Can I go pee?” I chucked.

Tae shook his head sleepily. Since I seemed to have no choice I began to run my hands through his hair. I swear I thought Tae was too pure for this world sometimes.

The double door opened, revealing Hobi, he saw me and smiled.

“Jin wanted me to wake you two up.” He explained.

I pointed to Tae, “I’m awake at least.” I giggled.

Hobi walked over to the bed.

“Hold onto the headboard.” I did as told.

Hobi grabbed onto Tae’s feet and pulled. Tae groaned and held onto me tighter.

“Taehyung, it’s time to let the poor boy go!” Hobi grunted as he pulled more.

“Come back later!” Tae complained, not letting his grip on me loosen.

“It’s 8AM you woke up with us at 6! It is later!”

“5 more minutes!”

“We gave you two hours to hog Y/n, now you can’t be selfish!”

“He was asleep it doesn’t count!”

“You cuddled him all night!”

I started laughing at their ridiculous argument. All the noise made Jin and RM come into the room.

“YAH! You’re going to rip M/n in half!” Jin tried yelling at them but was drowned out by their continuous arguing.

I was starting to laugh so hard I was almost crying. Hobi and Tae were not stopping the harmless bickering, Jin was trying to yell at them, RM was facepalming at the door and I could see the others approaching. What a start to the day.

“Jesus, you guys.” Jungkook was fighting a smile.

Jin got onto the bed and tried to pry Tae off of me as Hobi continued to pull, the yelling never stopping.

“YAH! LET HIM GO! HE’S NOT A STUFFED ANIMAL, TAEHYUNG!”

“STOP BEING GREEDY HE’S OUR FRIEND TOO!”

“HE WAS MY FRIEND FIRST, I HAVE A PLUSH TO PROVE IT!”

“WE’RE HIS FRIENDS BECAUSE HE SAID SO!”

“WHY DID YOU ONLY GET A PLUSHIE!?”

“BECAUSE I ASKED FOR ONE!”

“WE DON’T NEED PLUSHIES TO VALIDATE OUR FRIENDSHIP!”

“LALALALALALALALA! I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER MY PLUSHIE VALIDATED FRIENDSHIP!”

I was so close to peeing myself. I let go of the headboard because I was laughing too hard, making Tae and I get dragged off the bed by Hobi. My back was against the cold concrete, Tae was still holding on for dear life.

“I ALMOST PEED!” I cried in laughter covering my face.

“YOU DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM USE THE RESTROOM WHEN HE WOKE UP!?” This wasn’t stopping.

I sat up so my back was pressed against the bed. My eyes blinded with tears. Tae sat beside me and pulled me into his lap as everyone kept arguing.

“WHY ARE YOU SO HANDSY WITH M/N ANYWAY!? HE’S NOT YOURS!”

“Why is this an argument?” I heard Jimin.

“I just wanted to use the restroom!” I managed.

“No! You’re staying with me!” Tae commanded, tightening his hold on me.

“I’ll pee on your lap!” I threatened.

Tae immediately let go and I ran to the bathroom.

I typed up a proposal on the office computer. I stood and began to pace the room, reciting the speech, editing as I saw fit.

“I believe Barnaby Inc. is ready for this….Amazing? No that’s too predictable. Wonderful? Nah that will just make them think of our melon drink. Spectacular? Why am I overthinking this?” I plopped into my office chair.

I heard a knock at the door.

“Come in!” I hollered, moving to edit my speech.

“Lunch time!” I sighed as Jin came in with a tray.

It had two glasses of lemonade, two bottles of water, two bags of chips, two sandwiches and two small bowls of mixed berries.

“Jin, I really need to-”

“Nope! Lunch, then work. How much water have you drank today?”

“Uh, a bottle this morning and a bottle when I came in here.” I began typing.

“Aish, you need to take better care of yourself, M/n.” Jin sat down at the front of my desk.

“I know, it’s just when I get into the flow of things, I don’t stop until I’m satisfied. ” I defended myself, getting a berry.

“You’ve been working a lot lately. The drawing, the games, visiting the company almost every day now. Are you usually this busy?”

I nodded, “Especially now with the partnership. I’ve been trying to get this for months. My father tried for years. After gaming, we move to snacks and beverages and from there we find something else if we’re not content. ”

“You said you had siblings, a family? Who’s in it?” Jin asked as I bit into my sandwich.

“My older brother and sister are twins, they’re 26 or so. My older sister has two boys, one is 4 the other is a few months now. My older brother has no children, but a wife. I have a younger sister who is 16, When she turns 18, we should have expanded to snacks then and she’ll run that side of the business. My mother is a retired animator, but she still goes into the company every once and a while to help out our current animators, they love her so we let her. I think that’s everyone.”

“No aunts, uncles?”

“I do, but I rarely talk to them. My mom calls my aunt from my father’s side every once in a while but they usually stay away because they think we let money, fame and work control us. They think we’re snobby assholes to be precise.”

“Why would they think that?”

“My father was doubted by everyone, so he told them once he made his empire, no one got rights to it but him. his wife and his children. They didn’t listen until my father hit big and they wanted cuts. When my father denied them, they started talkin’ shit.” I munched on a chip.

“Your father was very…”

“Spiteful? Proud?”

“Smart.” I smirked.

“I guess so. He was a workaholic like me. ”

“Is that why he gave you the company and not your older siblings?”

“My brother is really great. He’s smart, he’s a smooth talker, He can change your opinion on something if you’re left alone with him for longer than 4 minutes. He’s well educated when he argues with someone, he makes sure he knows what he’s talking about. I felt like my brother earned it, but my father said he saw more of himself in me.”

“Because you're caring?”

“Because I take risks no one should. Hence the little problem I’m in now. Because I throw myself into whatever I can to just forget the world around me. I used to be bold. Charming, but now I’m an interesting as a smudge on your cell phone.” I popped a berry in my mouth.

“That’s not true! How many people can say they kidnapped idols!?”

“Jin, that’s not something to be proud of.”

“I bet you are twice as interesting as all of us.”

“I’m really not, but I’m not going to ruin your hopes and dreams. Just have low expectations of me is all  I ask.”

“No-”

“So when I exceed those expectations, you’ll be happier.”I added quickly.

Jin smiled, seeming satisfied as he bit into his sandwich. I opened his chips for him and got my bottle of water.

“Do I gwet a purush?” Usually, I’d be a little annoyed at someone talking to me with their mouths full, but Jin made it seem so adorable.

I smiled, “Wanna run that by me again, Jinnie?”

I saw his cheeks turn a little red. He swallowed.

“D-do I get a plush?” He repeated.

“Oh! I totally forgot! Sure you can! They should be in the entrance room, in the big storage closet.” I picked up the glass of lemonade.

“Thank you for making me lunch, Jin. I really appreciate it. I just wished the other boys saw me the way you, Tae and Hobi do.”

“Just be yourself. I’m sure they’ll come around.”

I slid into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and climbed on top of the couch. I tied the towel around my neck as a cape.

“I AM ON MY WAY!” I sang obnoxiously as I jumped onto the chair.

“I CAN GO THE DISTANCE!” I belted.

“I DON’T CARE HOW FA-OH FUCK!” The chair fell to the side, a higher power deciding I was unworthy of balance and gravity.

I hit the floor with a thud. Just staring up at the ceiling. Basking in my shame. I heard giggling and I looked over to see Jimin standing by the dining room table, as red as apple he was holding. Like he was trying not to laugh.

“Annnnd reputation ruined.” I sighed, looking up at the ceiling, I tried to sit up but a sharp pain shot up my tailbone.

I whined and did the first thing I can think of.

“JIN! I THINK I BROKE MY ASS! I REQUEST DEMI-GOD ASSISTANCE!” I cried out, causing Jimin to finally break.

I’ve only seen him laugh that hard in videos, but to see it in real life was drastically different, it lit up the whole room and I didn’t want it to stop.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?” Jin yelled back, from the gaming room I assumed.

“I FAILED TO GO THE DISTANCE! I HAVE A CAPE, YOU CAN’T DENY ME! HOBI I’M DYING!” I heard footsteps come down the hall and Jin stopped in the doorway when he saw Jimin.

Jimin was borderline crying, doubled over, clutching his stomach.

“WHY IS MY BOYFRIEND DYING FROM A BROKEN ASS??” I heard Tae shout from the bedrooms.

“THE CAPE BETRAYED ME, BABE! YOU ONLY LIKED ME FOR MY ASS ANYWAY!” I called back.

Jimin fell to the floor.

“I ACCIDENTALLY KILLED JIMIN AS WELL! ” I added.

Tae and Hobi walked in and saw Jimin on the floor.

“This is all your fault!” I pointed at Jin.

“You just had to pull me away from my work!” I joked.

“How was I supposed to know a sandwich would make you break your ass!?” He countered.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, when did you make him a sandwich!?” Tae demanded.

“For lunch, he was in his office all morning, he wouldn’t have eaten otherwise.”

“Who said you can give our boyfriend sandwiches!?” Hobi called Jin out.

“OUR boyfriend!? Since when am I sharing!?” Tae turned on Hobi.

“No one’s sharing anything if my ass is destroyed.” I grumbled.

“Jimin, are you alive?” Jin laughed.

Jimin shook his head, still laughing/crying.

“Hobi, can you help me up?” I looked down at my lap to hide my embarrassment.

“Sure thing N/n.” Hobi chuckled, picking me up and I hissed in pain.

“Want me to rub your ass later?” Tae laughed.

“Oh hell yes.” I joked, trying to stand straight.

Hobi kneeled down suddenly and threw me over his shoulder causing me to let out a small squeak, making V and Jin laugh.

“HOBI! What the fuck!? Warning next time!”

  I sat lounged the couch, typing on my laptop. My feet were on Hobi’s lap, Jin was in the chair beside me and Tae was sitting in front of the couch. Seongmi, RM, and Jimin were on the couch by Jin, their backs facing the kitchen and Suga, Jungkook and Linza were on the couch with their backs facing the dining room.

The coffee table was full of cards from a very long round of Uno that never seemed to end. Every time someone would get close, the person beside the would get a +4 wildcard and you’d hear screams of heartbreak and anguish. Hobi began to rub my leg, I assumed he didn’t realize he was going it, so I tried to focus on my speech, hoping I’d zone out. An alarm went off on my laptop, it read ‘Call Seth’. I sighed, closing the laptop.

“I have to make a call, I’ll be right back.” I smiled and left to make a call in between the dial door and vault door.

Once Seth didn’t pick up I’d figure I’d call later. I went back through the dial door and was on my way to the living room when I saw something out of my peripheral vision.

Linza was sitting on the large bed, just waiting. I just stuck my phone in my hoodie and kept walking, I didn’t need the drama.

“Hey, M/n.” She called as I opened the door.

Luckily Jin heard her, stopping the game to look at the door. I sighed.

“Yes, Linza?”

She smiled. She lied back propped on her elbows.

“Are you really into girls or is that just speculation?”

“Seriously, I’d rather be working on my speech than talking about my sexual orientation, no offense.” I began to leave but was stopped by her voice again.

“Come here, I want to tell you a secret.”

“No thanks. I’m sure that if I get near you, you’ll try something.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Why the fuck would I?”

She frowned like she was trying to be cute.

“Aww c’mon, N/n, we can be friends ya know.” She got up from the bed, grabbed my wrist and started to pull me to the bed.

“Don’t call me N/n. I don’t want your friendship.” I tried to pull away.

“If you do me this small thing I’ll get you in Jimin’s good graces.”

“No. I don’t care if I’m liked or not. Stop touching me and stop whatever you’re planning.” She ignored me, sitting on the bed.

I used my other hand to try to pry away her grip on my wrist, she thought ahead and grabbed my other hand and yanked me on the bed.

“What the fuck are you do-!?” She pinned me down a smirked.

My eyes widened as she began to lean more towards my face.

“Hey! What the fuck?” I moved my face.

“Aw, M/n don’t be like that, it’s only a kiss.”

“Get the fuck off me, Ducktape Girl!” I growled.

She went to grab for the zipper on my hoodie. I smacked her hand away and tried moving more towards the headboard. Where the fuck was Jin!? She grabbed a fist full of my hair and I raised my hands to pull hers away by instinct. This gave her an opening to attack my mouth. I pressed my lips together as fast as I could. When she pulled away slightly I snapped.

“Get the fuck off me!” I almost shouted, shoving her away, making her land on the floor.

She yelped as I wiped my mouth, disgusted that it was wet with spit. The boys came rushing in. Seongmi immediately climbed on the bed to check on me.

“What happened?” RM asked.

“Ducktape Girl just tried to makeout with me.” I was still disgusted to my core.

“Yeah, right.” Jungkook scoffed.

“Jungkook, look at him! His lips are swollen, his hair is a mess. He’s on the bed. We heard him tell her to not touch him! We thought she’d stop! Why are you defending her!?” Seongmi snapped, surprising me.

Jimin let out a loud sigh, running his hand through his hair.

“No! He kissed me! I was just trying to talk to him!” Linza cried.

“Tae, Jin, Hobi, Seongmi?…Can we just go to sleep or to the studio?” I asked in a small voice.

“No! We can’t let this slide, M/n! She get’s away with too much because she just bats her eyes and pretends to cry! She’s not nice! She’s hardly a victim! I get M/n made a very bad decision, but he gives us anything we want, he helps feed us, he provides entertainment, we use almost every room in this bunker! All he asks is for personal space! Ducktape her!” Seongmi ranted.

“Seon-” She cut me off.

“You don’t deserve the doubt! You’ve been nothing but kind and understanding! It’s always her that spreads the seeds of doubt!” I could tell Seongmi wasn’t calming down anytime soon.

“Seongmi, calm down.” I soothed her.

“She’s just going to get away with this, M/n! Don’t let yourself take all these hits because you feel guilty for driving away in the limo and hiding us here!” Seongmi pleaded with tears in her eyes.

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. She buried her face in my chest.

“Shh, it’s okay, none of these ‘hits’ affect me.” I lied, petting her hair.

“She’s just afraid and angry at me. I would be too if I was kidnapped the way you all were.” She shook her head rapidly.

I looked over at Tae. He only nodded and got on the bed, hugging Seongmi too. I tried to pull away but she held on tighter.

“Seongmi, I still have to talk to everyone else about this.” I smiled sadly.

“There’s nothing to talk about. They’ll just believe her no matter what you say. ” She whimpered.

She was right, but it would be wrong to not explain my side at all. I bent down slowly and gave her a faint kiss on the top of her head.

“That’s okay, because I know the truth, and my friends believe me.”

“Ducktape pillar!” Jin suddenly shouted, making us all jump.

Slowly began to pull away from Seongmi and got off the bed. I let out a deep breath,

“I didn’t kiss her, she tried to kiss me after she got me close enough to the bed to pin me down. After her attempted kiss I shoved her off. I’m sorry, I should’ve just kept walking.” I walked past them all and went to the fridge.

There was no booze. I let out a deep sigh.

“I’m going on a beer run.”

  I walked from the 7-Eleven, beers in the bags. I should’ve just gone home. I should’ve just…kept walking. I saw a guy sitting in the alleyway alone. I was pretty close to a popular club in Seoul, so I assumed he must have stumbled out. I couldn’t leave him alone, right?

I put the bag down and crouched down beside him, he was barely awake. I pulled out my phone and dialed the police. If I took him, I’d be kidnapping…again. I wanted him to be safe, not alone and vulnerable. Music was muffled and poured out the club as the phone rang.

“Yes, this isn’t much of an emergency, but a guy is alone and passed out in an alley, I don’t want to just leave him here…Should I take him to the station, or?” I was told to take him to the main street and a patrol car would be there shortly.

“Hello, I’m M/n L/n. I’m going to get you to the police okay? It’s dangerous for you to be out here alone.” I smiled softly.

He returned a smile.

“You’re cute.” He slurred, making my face heat up.

I cleared my throat.

“Let’s get you to the road, okay? Hongdae in full swing, it really isn’t safe.” I put his arm around my shoulders and lifted him up.

Hongdae was a district and Seoul that I shouldn't even have gone to. I was just clearing my head, driving. I ended up downtown and I should’ve stayed at the top of Seoul.

I got him on the main road, I was surprised he even got that far. He leaned on me as we waited. He almost puked a few times. He was giggly and kept calling me ‘cutie’, but I wrote it off as him being drunk. He talked about the ‘pretty lights’ and I kept asking him to describe them to keep him busy. Once the patrol car was close they flashed the lights. I helped him in the back seat and sent him on his way.

I’d figure I’d go to that club for a drink since I forgot my beers when I picked up that guy. I should’ve walked away. I should’ve gone back to the bunker that night.

I pulled up Jason’s number in my phone as my back was pressed against the cold tile wall. Luckily, the bathroom was empty, but you could hear the loud music muffled.  I groaned loudly once ‘Blood, Sweat & Tears’ began to play.  The phone began to ring,

“M/n? Why are you calling me so late? It’s nearly 2am. Shouldn’t you be with, your, uh, guests?”

“I just wanted ONE drink, but some guys offered me shots, and their friends who are girls even bought me drinks, Everyone was so nice. I think I found us a friend group!”

“Are you drunk, M/n? You stick in the mud! Why didn’t you invite me!?” He laughed.

I smiled, “I didn’t plan any of th-” The bathroom door opened and a guy from earlier came in, handing me a glass.

“What’s that?” I ask him.

“Just drink it, you’ll like it!” He promised, sounding oddly sober.

“Okay, I get I’m a foreigner, but like, you still need to explain what you give me.”

“This doesn’t have a different name anywhere else though!” He whined, making me sigh and hold out my hand.

He beamed, handing the glass to me, his smile getting bigger once I slammed it down in one go. It tasted like whiskey, which made me a bit disappointed.

“Thank you! I’ll be out in a bit.” I sang.

“Who are you talking to?” He frowned.

“My best friend, he’s sad that I didn’t invite him.”

“Just don’t take too long, okay?”

“Will do!” He left the bathroom.

“Where are you?” Jason asked, sudden seriousness in his voice.

“Are you joining us!?” I asked excitedly.

“Just tell me where you are, M/n, now.” I heard a glass door, he was coming from the office.

I didn’t like his tone. I began to pull myself up, using the sink and praying I didn't snap the sink off the wall. I gave him the name of the nightclub. I thought maybe something happened to him and he needed me. I walked across the bathroom and opened the door, music flooding in.

“Stay in the area, M/n. I’ll be there as soon as I can!” I heard his car door close before he hung up.

I frowned and made my way through the crowd. The people buying me drinks spotted me. 2 guys, 3 girls.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Guy #1 asked.

“My friend needs me tonight, sorry! Give me your names and I’ll take care of your tabs.” Guy #2 shook his head.

“Stay with us! You’ll have fun we promise!” Girl #3 yelled over the music.

I shook my head, “My best friend comes first! I’ve known him since I was 8. He needs me!”

“He’ll understand if you stay in the club though, right? If you go out there alone, it will be dangerous!” Girl #1 warned.

“Yeah! Just stay here, stick with us!” Girl #2 smiled.

Why were they so hell bent on me staying with them? They didn’t even know me. I shook my head.

“I’ll catch you all later.” I said began to walk away.

Guy #2 grabbed my wrist.

“Just stay, please!” He called over the music.

Now I was a little put-off. I should’ve walked away from them regardless.

“Listen, it was fun. I’ll pay for your tabs and everything, but I just need to leave!”

“We’ll come with you! We shouldn’t leave you alone.” I agreed to the terms Guy #1 set up.

I just needed to leave. Each step I took seemed lighter and lighter. Guy #2 held onto my arm as we walked out. Once the cold air from outside hit me, I felt dizzy and my vision blurred slightly. Guy #2 kept walking, somehow holding up my weight.

“I’m not accepting hard liquor from you guys anymore. That last drink was too strong.” I complained, moving away from Guy #2.

Even though I was starting to get nauseated, a little dizzy, and my vision was seeming to blur at random, I was still in an amazing mood, giggling and laughing as Girl #3 would attempt to joke. After a while, I was willingly walking around with them. I even took out my phone to take pictures because the store signs and lights seemed so much more bright and colorful.

After that was a blur. I don’t remember anything, but I recorded several things on my phone. Somethings that were now evidence. Somethings that I didn’t even record.

If I had to choose between ‘Remember Everything’ or ‘Remember Nothing’ I would rather not know.

I should’ve walked away. Three times that night.

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[beccaboosthings]

1-99 for the random asks 😂💛

This is long so its below the cut 💖

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?

(In no specific order) Crush-Tessa Violet, Choke-IDKHBTFM, Still Waiting-Sum 41, I Write Sins-P!ATD, Addicted-Simple Plan, Human-dodie

2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Does my gf count? Even tho we have only met in person once?

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“You again?” Jared says (page 23 doesn’t have 17 lines so i continued onto the next page)

4: What do you think about most?

My Gf

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

“I love you from” my gf

6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

With

7: What’s your strangest talent?

I can do this

8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)

Girls are perfect. Boys are hot too. I’m v bi

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Nope

10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?

Years ago

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

I wouldn’t say that its a phobia but being buried alive

12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

Nope

13: What’s your religion?

Atheist but if i were to be religious it would be christian 

14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Walking my dog

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind

16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Panic! At The Disco

17: What was the last lie you told?

That I was okay

18: Do you believe in karma?

Not really

19: What does your URL mean?

Its my name

20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

I would say both would be my empathy and wanting to help everyone. Like obviously its an amazing thing, but i also end up taking it too far sometimes and I end up forgetting to take care of myself. And I put others before me far too often.

21: Who is your celebrity crush?

I have like a full list, but Mike Faist

22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Nope

23: How do you vent your anger?

Crying

24: Do you have a collection of anything?

Tickets from a bunch of different random stuff

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

Video Chat

26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Yes?

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Hate: Fingernails on jeans Love: Rain

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if thing never change

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

Ghosts: Kinda, Aliens: Hell yes. There is no way we are the only ones in this whole universe

30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Right: My fidget cube Left: an Eiffel Tower picture

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?

My shampoo

32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

I have no clue haha

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

East

34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

Brendan Urie

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?

To make a difference. Even if its just in one persons life, or something super small.

36: Define Art.

Someone expressing something (feeling, emotions, ect.) through a creative medium

37: Do you believe in luck?

Kinda

38: What’s the weather like right now?

Freezing (its 29°F or -1.6°C currently)

39: What time is it?

12:43am

40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

Nope, I don’t drive

41: What was the last book you read?

Dear Evan Hansen the Novel

42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yes? Sometimes

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Bec, angel, baby, babe, ect from my gf

44: What was the last film you saw?

Heathers

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I broke my tailbone when I was like 10 and it still hurts if I ever sit or stand for too long.

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

Yes

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

the DEH novel

48: What’s your sexual orientation?

Bisexual

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?

No

50: Do you believe in magic?

No

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

No. The is only one person who hurt me super badly who i still refuse to talk to because I’m still mad even tho its been years

52: What is your astrological sign?

Aries

53: Do you save money or spend it?

Both

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

The DEH novel

55: Love or lust?

Love

56: In a relationship?

Yes 💖

57: How many relationships have you had?

2 but the first doesn’t really count

58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

No

59: Where were you yesterday?

Home all day

60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

Yes my pencil case

61: Are you wearing socks right now?

No

62: What’s your favourite animal?

Dogs

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I don’t really have one? I guess my niceness 

64: Where is your best friend?

At her house

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.

(In no specific order) @slowtownstan​ @woildismyerster @daveyjacobss @robot-anon @meangirlsx

66: What is your heritage?

I’m Half English, a quarter French Canadian, and a quarter of just a bunch of random shit

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?

Talking to my gf

68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

I have never thought of this and now I’m super curious. idk tho haha

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?

Yes

70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Yes

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

Save the dog. I don’t care if I get fired. If my boss has a problem with it then fuck them. I’m not letting a dog die over a job

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

A) I would tell my family and close friends B) I would go spend time with my gf and do some fun shit with her and my friends C) Yes but No. Yes I would over all be scared, but tbh I never really thought I would ever even get this far in life

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.

Trust

74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Carrying The Banner from Newsies

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

Okay I’m not doing this one haha

76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust and communication 

77: How can I win your heart?

Being honest about your feelings and just being nice

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Yes

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Starting talking to @slowtownstan

80: What size shoes do you wear?

9-10s

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

I have no clue haha

82: What is your favourite word?

Fuck. Its so universal and can be used in so many ways

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.

Blood

84: What is a saying you say a lot?

I love you to my gf

85: What’s the last song you listened to?

Do it all the time by IDKHBTFM

86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?

Currently Purple and Black

87: What is your current desktop picture?

This

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

Idk, a serial killer or something

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

What really are the depressive thoughts that go through your head everyday?

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Get the fuck out of there

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Mind reading

92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

Something fun from my childhood

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

All of my depression

94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Does Mike Faist count? Because him or dodie

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

London

96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

Not currently

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?

No?

98: Ever been on a plane?

Yes

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

You matter, whatever fight you are fighting, you can get through this. Things will get better. I know it sounds cheesy but its all true.

[hanakospiritofthetoliet]

Mystery (Genji x Reader)

Mystery (Genji x Reader)

The small, slightly chewed ring should've been the first clue to Genji as he picked up the small, rubber circle to inspect it. He wouldn't even have noticed it if it hadn't been in the middle of the floor, followed by other similar items such as some plushies and a baby blanket. No one had a baby at the reopened watchpoint as far as Genji knew and you DEFINITELY didn't have a baby here... right? Genji sat down on the couch, collecting at his thoughts as he studied the ring. His fingertips glided against the bumps that were meant to ease a teething child. He thought deeply, brow furrowed; (y/n) and him had been dating since Blackwatch until its downfall separated you to the other sides of the world. Yet even then, you two were able to find one another and rekindle that love all over again. But maybe it rekindled something else. Genji always knew you wanted to start a family, to live a normal, domestic life but he knew with who he was and what you both were involved with made it impossible. It was just impossible... So why have all this stuff now? Even after he tried to explain the reason against it? Maybe you had something else in mind? Maybe you- were you- "Genji?" The sound of the Swiss doctor prevented Genji from overheating at the thought of you being, well, pregnant. Genji turned his head to see Angela at the doorway, a soft smile on her face. "Gree-etings!" Genji tossed the ring over to the other side of the bed, not wanting to look suspicious, "Can I help you?" "I vas just vondering if you knew vhere (y/n) vas?" Angela asked him, looking rather excited. "I can give her your message," Genji nodded, though he was secretly wondering what she was thrilled about. "I just vanted to say she has a clean bill of health,” Angela stated before leaving but not before giggling, peaking Genji’s interest. Was he right? Were you pregnant? There was only one way to find out… ~Time Skip~ With a quickening pace, Genji decided to confront you about this to settle his panic. You would just be finishing up meditation with Zenyatta, something he proposed so you and his master would get along as well as soothing over any problems you had. Interrupting your session with Zenyatta was the least of his own problems now, his mind so clouded that he almost ran into Zenyatta as he was leaving the small room. "Hello, Master,” Genji sputtered, taking a deep breath and a step back before asking his question, “Is (y/n) in there?” "Indeed,” Zenyatta confirmed, unfazed by the near collision.   "Thank you,” Genji nodded quickly, heading to open the door. "Before you leave though, I must congratulate you,” Zenyatta jested, a light tone in his voice. "I don’t understand,” Genji replied, confused at his master’s delight. "Your bond with (y/n) has strengthen greatly, has it not?” Zenyatta queried, knowing of your relationship and how it helped you grow as people. "It has,” Genji smiled softly at the thought, knowing you were one of the best things in his life. "It is been made clear that you trust one another completely,” Zenyatta announced, the omnic beaming with delight if he actually smile, “And for that, I am delighted, my student.” "Thank you again, Master,” Genji bowed back, Zenyatta soon departing as he figured Genji wanted to speak to (y/n) privately. With his hand on the doorknob, he paused in thought, wondering what he was going to say to you. Should he be mad because you never told him? Worried that you couldn’t trust him with this huge responsibility? Through the thick and thin, you always stood by him and for that, he was grateful. Zenyatta said it himself, you trusted each other completely. He wasn’t going to throw away all those years, the heartache, the tears, and moments of joy over this. If you had total faith in him, he should have total faith in you. With some newfound confidence, he barged right into the room to find you sitting still, calm and relaxed. "(y/n)?” he called out to you, his steps slowly as he came up behind you in your heavenly state. Turning around slowly, you greeted him with that gentle grin. "Genji, I’m glad you’re-“ you were cut off by a hug, almost knocking you out of your pose as you furrowed your brow, worried now, “Genji, is everything alright?” "I can’t believe it,” Genji started to sob, face buried in your neck as he finally let the realization sink in, “We’re going to be parents.” "Genji, we’re not gonna be parents,” you corrected him, rubbing his back gently. Sure, you were shocked when he said that but to be honest, you thought he was just trying to pull a fast one on you. "But you’re pregnant,” Genji pulled away slightly, looking your form up and down to prove his assumption. "What made you think I was pregnant?” you perked an eyebrow at him, wanting to get to the bottom of this crazy claim. "Angela came by and said you were healthy, Zenyatta congratulated us,” Genji explained in a panic before pulling out the teething ring, the smoking gun of his case, “And I found this in our room!” "Genji, just take a deep breath, relax,” you chided as softly as you could, trying to get him to breath and calm down. "Alright,” he sighed, breathing with you until you were in sync with one another. With his mind now cleared, he was ready to listen to the truth. "That,” you plucked the ring from his hand, twirling it between your fingers, “Is for Ramen, along with the other baby things.” "My spirit dragon?” he voiced, knowing Ramen loved to be spoiled but to this extent? "He loves it when I baby him,” you giggled, handing him back the toy, “And when Zenyatta found out, he figured you must trust me greatly to let me care for him.” "And what of Angela’s report?” Genji still clung to that piece of evidence, knowing that couldn’t be faked. "Remember the last mission we were on?” you recalled, having been accidently pushed off your post and landed straight on your backside, “I bruised my coccyx.” Genji’s stared blankly at you, the medical jargon going over his head. "My tailbone,” you giggled, pointed to the area, “My butt.” "Ah,” Genji noted, thinking that Angela’s laughter was due to remembering the incident, “So you’re not pregnant.” With a heavy heart, his shoulders slumped down, and his excitement seemed to crash and burn. "It’s okay though, we talked about this,” you tried to cheer him up, moving your hands down to lace with his own. “I was scared but really excited, (y/n),” Genji looked at you, a tint of sadness in his brown eyes, “I know how much you wanted that.” Biting your lip, you knew the possibility was slim and you have since given up but still, you couldn’t bear to see Genji’s soul crushed by this obstacle. “We can still try.” “Would you like to?” he instantly asked you, being hopeful about the endeavor. You didn’t even hesitant with the answer. “I would.” Genji pulled you into a tight hug, holding on tightly to this renewed hope. “When should we start then?” he inquired, eager with a hint of friskiness. “Well now that my tailbone is all healed up,” you gave your bum a small pat, making bedroom eyes at him, “Maybe right now?” “Perfect,” he smirked before tackling you to the ground, knowing the two of you had a lot of work ahead to make this dream a reality but he wasn’t gonna complain, not in the slightest. ~Epilogue~ It had been several months and several tries since you both started to try for a family again. Though it seemed futile currently, Genji wasn’t going to give up that easily. Thinking that now would be a good time to try once more, he started to look for you, like a cat searching for a mouse. A faint hum led Genji to your shared bedroom, the cyborg finding you looking a new array of baby toys. “Are you getting new toys for Ramen?” he inquired, knowing the little noodle tended to tear up his playthings within days. “Nope,” you should your head, placing one hand over his, the other on your stomach, “They’re for someone else.” Never had you seen Genji so happy as he was a sobbing mess at this point, his embrace tight as he was ecstatic to start this new chapter of life with you.

[chiefdefendofcherryblossom]

NABC Writer’s Challenge

Good evening my fellow writers! I’m sorry I wasn’t able to post earlier, it’s been stressful and hectic. How’d your 1000 word ramble go? Here’s mine: 

My demon probably wasn’t going to agree. 

“I’m going, Barney.” 

The spirit hovering by me glowered. “Don’t call me that! How many times do I have to tell you, it’s Barnabus! And I will not let you!” 

“Barnabus,” I grumbled under my breath as I shoved things into my suitcase. “A lovely name for a lovely young demon.” 

Barnabus’s aura didn’t darken like it did when he was really ticked at me. Instead, he sighed. “I’m your guardian angel, Dern. No demon.” 

“Really? Well, you might want to take a refresher course in angelic qualities. You don’t even remotely bring angel to mind, let alone angelic guardian.” 

I probably shouldn’t taunt the powerful being like I did. But he was being annoying, so I was going to be annoying back. 

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Think about it! I can test the first real-life time machine. The pay will set us up for years. And I already bought the ticket.”  

I glanced around. I’d packed everything, hadn’t I? 

“You want to know why they pay so well? To attract idiots like you to be lost forever in time! How’d you like to live out your life stuck in the 1100s? And think about me, Dern! This really makes it very hard to keep you safe. It’s better to not go.” he nodded, as if he’d settled the matter. 

I grabbed my suitcase and walked to the door, putting on my coat. I ran through my mental list. Keys, ticket, wallet, check. 

“Well, Barney, you can stay if it makes you all that happy.” I opened the door and let myself out, smiling tauntingly.  

Grumbling, he floated to my side. “I knew you’d change your mind,” I said, locking the door to my one-bedroom apartment shut. “Boy, am I glad to leave this place.” 

“And you expect certain death to be better?” Barnabus demanded. 

I grinned. “There’s no death in the contract, let alone certain. And even that’s got to be better than what we’ve got. If life were food,” I explained nonchalantly as we walked to the car, “Mine would be that bland, awful oatmeal mush that Dad used to make, and yours something that’s making the fridge smell like mold. Compared to that, even McDonalds would be good.” 

I slid into the driver’s seat of my blue truck. “Which means that death, even if it isn’t certain, is an upgrade! If we don’t die, it’s still a win-win.” 

Barnabus rolled his eyes. His spheres of angelic sight must be loose, they’d fall out of his head soon. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so cranky - he wouldn’t be able to jump at shadows at every corner. Or maybe, he’d be even worse, because with no sight, all you’d see was shadows, right? So maybe I didn’t want to go there after all. “Need me to fix that?” I said. 

Barnabus frowned. “What?” 

“Looks like a few of your screws are loose,” I told him, spinning the wheel for a right turn. “Wouldn’t want those eyes to fall out and make you even more cynical.” 

Barnabus’ only response was, “I can’t believe I still like you, Dern.” 

I laughed. “Yeah, I’m a charmer, huh? A bad influence, too. Double points for me.” 

I adjusted my rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of my reflection. 

Tall, lanky boy with thick, unruly blond hair, smirking at the empty space where Barnabus’ reflection should be. 

“What makes me so special that I get my own demon?” I asked. “Or does everyone get a demon and nobody knows? That doesn’t seem like it’d work so well.” 

Barnabus paused. 

“Well, when your mother died…” 

I swallowed. “Yeah?” 

“She, well, wanted me to look after you.” 

“Why didn’t she come do that herself?” My tone had more bite than I meant it to. 

“That’s not how it works, Dern. She...she’s busy.” 

“Busy? She’s dead. She should have plenty of time for me now.” I scoffed. “Even dead, I’m second priority.” 

I readjusted my mirror, so I couldn’t see Barnabus’s expression and flustered hand movements. Why did it irritate me so much? 

“Anyways...most people don’t have one specific guardian assigned to them. You’re a special case, Dern.” 

“Yeah,” I grumbled, turning left. “So I’ve always been told.” 

It’s not bad, Dern. You’re just...special. 

Us? We’re the disabled kids. Otherwise known as ‘special.’ 

Would you cut it out, Dern? You always act as though you’re so special!

I’m here to help your...special case. 

When will you start acting like a normal child?! 

“So special.” I murmured, flicking off my blinker. 

Barnabus sighed. “I’m sorry, Dern.” 

I stared at the picture that I’d taped next to my speedometer. Clara had her dark red hair tied in a messy bun, tongue wagging, left arm draped over my shoulders. I was laughing. Everything’s easier if you laugh, she’d told me. 

I chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. Few people can be like I can.” 

 Reporting to the lab was exciting. Even Barnabus didn’t complain, taking in the movie-like surroundings. Pristine office, official workers buzzing around. I walked up to the counter and flashed my ticket. “Dern Reddcunt. I’m here to test the time machine?” 

The short lady at the desk looked me over disapprovingly. “Uh-huh...one moment.” She clicked away on her computer for a few minutes, long enough for me to get bored, which, granted, wasn’t very long. I blew into Barnabus’s face, and he crackled lightning into mine. 

I looked up as a little kid pushed through the doorway and looked over the lady’s shoulder.

“A kid?” Barnabus whispered.  He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with Metallica on it. His black hair looked like it hadn’t been washed in a month, there were dark circles under his green eyes, and he held a huge cup of what I assumed was coffee. Despite all this, there was that wiry grin that most tweenagers have, and he seemed rather energetic. 

“So this is my guy, huh, Ariel?” 

The lady nodded. “Dern Reddcunt.” 

I frowned. “Your guy? But you’re -” 

The boy grinned, raising his mug. “A dweeby kid?” 

I nodded. “Exactly. And you don’t look like you belong...here.” I glanced over my surroundings of white lights, whiter walls, crisp business suits - and back at him. Nope, he definitely didn’t match. 

His eyes looked like static electricity trapped in a bottle. He smirked. “I’m Alistair Sheldon, and I invented the time machine. And I’ve just employed you to test it.” 

He glanced back at the desk lady. “See ya, Ariel.” he winked at her, and she rolled her eyes, smiling. 

“Come on, kid.” he pulled open the door to what looked like a broom closet.  

“Kid?” I grinned at his snark, jumping after him. 

He shrugged. “People always called me that. Now I can do it to you.” 

“And is this your...cleaning closet?” 

Alistair laughed. “It used to be! Now it’s updated and renovated and made holy,” 

I raised an eyebrow. “By what?” 

His grin was so cocky. Oh, this kid was begging to be taken down a notch. “By my presence,” he said simply, and marched into the room. 

I walked after him. Barnabus huffed. “Rude child.” he floated down the stairs. 

“Whoa,” I breathed. “Some broom closet.” 

It had been taken down into the whole basement level. Inset lights made up nearly the whole ceiling, and the place was divided into what looked like at least 50 different cubbyholes, a large room in the center. Heavy rock and deep classical blared at each other, fighting for eardrum breaking dominance. The walls had family pictures taped to them, and random colorful stains. Tools, trash, paper, oil, and various things lay strewn all over the place. Alistair smiled genuinely. “My favorite place in the world,” he spread his arm, indicating the whole place. “My lab.” 

I nodded. “Not bad for a twelve year old.” 

Alistair raised a finger. “Uh, I’ll have you know that I’m fourteen.” 

“Sure.” 

“Now if you’ll excuse me while I get your paperwork. In case you die or something. For legal status.” He turned away from me. “DAD! THE GUY IS HERE!”

I thought it was funny, if nothing else. Send me yours, I’d love to read them! 

There are several key components in writing that I have found. Prose/narrative, dialogue, description/setting, and characters, which is a HUUUGE element.  Anyway, today I want you to write three paragraphs - a minimum of 10 sentences, in deeply descriptive writing. Make me be able to feel, smell, see, touch, and hear everything. Let me know what characters look like and what vibe they’re putting off. Just make sure that as you write it, you get completely submerged into your setting, so the same thing can happen for your reader. 

Here’s mine. I tried two different examples. The first is with my character Vienna, the second with my friend Kasv. 

"Please...don't."

The tears roll down my face like wet beads, even as I try to suppress them. I rub at them with my sleeve, but the cloth is rough, and it irritates my raw skin.

"Get over it, you do this every day," I hiss to myself, scratching the scabs on my eyelids.

I curl in tighter to myself, huddling against my own body. "But it doesn't usually hurt like this, it doesn't!"

I feel a twinge of empathy for myself. "I know, I know. But you don't want to die, do you?" 

My eyes are shut so tight that they start to hurt, bright spots flashing in odd ways. "No," I admit in a whimper. "But I - I - " I choke on my tears and convulse softly, the fear physically seeming to squeeze my lungs. "I don't want to."

I rub my shoulder.  "I know, honey. I know. Let's do it quickly, alright?" 

"I - " a hiccup stops my voice, and a large tear drips off my nose. "I don't want to!" 

"Enough," I tell myself authoritatively. "You're going to live, I won't let you die. It'll only hurt for a few minutes."

Even as I sob and slide away, pushing against the hard wall,  suddenly feeling my bruised tailbone, I nod. I don't want to die, not yet.

I stared at the figure retreating. 

A feeling of blankness. Things this dramatic, they don't happen in real life. They are for stories. For heroes. 

But it has just happened. To me. I am no hero. I am a wretch of a human that has lost the best thing to ever happen to them. 

My eyes burn. I know I shouldn’t cry; boys don't cry. 

I cry. 

The tears hurt, each one feeling like a new weight that I’ve procured for myself. 

Hate. Hate hate hate. 

A part of me wishes to cry out in anger, hurt, and confusion. It comes out in a sad warble. 

My soul is splitting inside me. It hurts. Living hurts. I hurt. I am hurt and I hurt others. I hurt. 

Again, the wretched warble tries to push its way through my lips. 

A shoulder shoves past, knocking into me. 

Reality comes flooding back. I am in the train station. I need to do something. I cannot stay here and become a spectacle. 

A heavy breath. I want to go after them. 

No. I am not that weak. 

...but I am. 

I push through the others in the station, forcing my muscles, suddenly weak, to assist me. 

The fluorescent lights are both harsh and not bright enough. I can’t tell where they have gone. 

No! I can’t lose them!

Good luck, work hard, and have fun!

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Unintentional prompt: “They just snog with their arms like limp jellyfish.”

“Did I mention how much I hate camping?” Dean grumbles. “Who needs this back to nature crap.”

On the other side of the campfire Sam looks at Cas and rolls his eyes. “We’ve been over this.”

“Seventeen times,” Cas says under his breath.

Sam snorts, then continues. “The coven lives deep in these woods. There are no roads, and it is more than a day’s hike. So we camp.”

Dean isn’t done complaining. “And seriously, it’s August, isn’t it supposed to be summer? It’s freezing!”

Barely holding on to the calm tone of voice, Sam says, “It’s northern Michigan, not Miami. You’re in the woods, and it cools off at night. That’s why we have a fire.” He shoots Cas a look that clearly means It’s your turn to take care of the baby, then stands and says, “I’m going to bed. We’ve still got about ten miles to go in the morning.”

“Goodnight Sam,” Cas says.

Dean grunts and throws a pine cone into the fire.

Cas sighs as Sam disappears into the darkness. “Do you have up be so…disagreeable?”

Smiling at Cas, Dean says quietly, “I really do hate camping. But I was also trying to get him to go back to the tent.”

“Next time try, ‘hey Sam, I’d like to be alone with my boyfriend.’” Cas says drily.

Dean bristles. “Cas…”

Cas puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder, instinctively finding the place his handprint used to be. Their eyes lock.  “It’s alright, Dean. You’ll tell Sam when you’re ready.” He slides his hand up Dean’s shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling him close for a kiss. Dean relaxes.

“Look up,” Cas says, and Dean can hear the smile in his voice.

The sight almost makes the tent and the hike and the cold worth it. “Cas,” Dean breathes. Cas laughs and pulls him against his chest so they can both look at the sky together.

“The Milky Way,” says Cas. “I can’t hear the stars sing anymore, but I still appreciate their beauty. And I remember fragments of their songs,” he says wistfully.

“Sing to me,” says Dean. He looks at the sky, holding the best part of heaven in his arms.

“Dean, look out!”

Dean looks up when Sam yells, but he’s too late to escape the spell. At the last second Cas dives at him, trying to push him out of the way, and he’s caught in the blast too. The witch laughs, a horrible, high-pitched laugh, then snaps her fingers. There is a disorienting flash of red light, and by the time their vision clears the witch–and the rest of her coven–is gone.

“Great,” mutters Sam.

Dean and Cas look at each other. At first it is unclear exactly what the spell did. They look normal enough. “You okay, Cas?” asks Dean.

Cas nods slowly. “I think so.” But when he attempts to stand the problem becomes apparent at once.

He has no control of his arms. At all. They actually flop from his shoulders as if all the bones are gone, but when Sam grabs his wrist Sam can–thankfully–still feel bones there. Cas feels…nothing.

Dean’s eyes widen with panic as he tries–and fails–to move his hands. He turns at the waist and his arms follow in the same direction, and since he can’t stop his momentum he lands directly on his face. Sam is overcome by a fit of laughter.

Dean glares.

“I’m sorry,” Sam gasps between fits of mirth. “But if you could only see yourself…” A thought occurs to him, and he pulls his cellphone out of his pocket.

“Dammit, Sam!”

“Sorry Dean, but you’re going to want to see this later. Or, I’m going to want to see this later. Over and over and over…”

Dean growls and tries to move toward Sam. He has limited control of his legs–they move, if weakly–but without his arms it’s difficult to make much progress. Sam laughs and backs away, filming everything.

Cas clears his throat. “If I could interrupt this bit of brotherly love…”

“Oh. Right. Witches. Uh…it may not be the safest plan ever, but I think I’m going to have to leave you two here and go after them myself. They can’t have gotten far. And hopefully I only need one of them. Any of them should do. We can hunt the rest down once you’re…better.”

Dean and Cas look at each other. It’s probably true that any of the witches can break the spell. And they trust Sam to be persuasive. They aren’t safe anywhere, and if they go with Sam they will only slow him down. “Go,” they say together. Dean adds, “And hurry.”

Sam looks from Dean to Cas and back again. “That was weird,” he says. Then he’s gone, chasing after the witches.

“What now?” Cas asks, truly looking around for the first time.

The house is surprisingly large and bright for housing a coven of witches deep in a forest. They are in what looks like a family room, complete with flatscreen tv and comfortable looking couches. It’s disordered from the fight–a bookshelf lays on the floor, a painting hangs crooked–but still it’s not a bad place to wait for Sam to capture one of the witches. The picture window overlooks a blue, glassy lake and towering pine trees.

“Think we can get onto one of the couches?” Dean asks with a wink.

Cas’s eyeroll is epic. “You are trapped in an unfamiliar house belonging to an unfamiliar coven of powerful witches, any of whom could return at any moment. You’ve been hit by a spell and can’t move your arms. You have very little control of your legs. Your brother is risking his life to fix you…and your first thought is ‘hey, there’s a couch. Let’s make out.’”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Dean grins. “Come on, Cas, lighten up. What else are we going to do? Build a defensive perimeter? Gather weapons? Prepare a healthy salad for Sam to enjoy when he gets back?”

A smile tugs at the corners of Cas’s mouth. “When you put it that way…”

Getting onto the couch is not easy. They discover that although they can move their legs a bit, walking is impossible. With their arms swinging every which way, they overbalance and topple over as soon as they try to move. So they get to their knees and do a rather ridiculous looking sideways shuffle, and then one at a time roll onto the couch.

As soon as they’re on the couch they realize it isn’t going to work. Cas is face down, trying desperately to roll over, but Dean is sprawled across his legs. Dean struggles to sit up but all he can do is push his face into Cas’s thigh and kick his feet in the empty air.

“Uh, Dean,” Cas says, his voice muffled by the couch cushions, “I think maybe the floor is better.”

Dean grunts in agreement and manages to flop himself onto the floor. “Ow,” he groans. “My tailbone is going to feel that for awhile.”

Cas rolls off the couch, and they maneuver themselves to lean against it. “After all that,” he says, “I think I just want a nap.”

“Are you kidding?” Dean says. “All that work? I’m getting my reward.” He leans forward to kiss Cas, Cas leans forward to meet him, and they both lose their balance and fall to the floor.

“Fuck!” yells Cas, and Dean can’t hold back his laughter. Cas glares.

“I’m sorry,” says Dean, “but that was funny.”

They are face to face, only inches apart, sprawled on the soft carpet. “Hey,” says Dean. “This could work.”

Cas’s arms are both underneath him. Dean is on his side, one arm between the two of them and one arm awkwardly behind him. It doesn’t matter. Their lips meet, and they just snog with their arms like limp jellyfish.

They both smile, breaking the kiss. “See?” says Dean. “Totally worth it.”

Two hours later

Sam bursts into the house, yells, “I got one! You two–” He breaks off mid-sentence, frozen at the sight of Cas and Dean wrapped in each others’ arms and connected at the lips.

“Clearly your arms are working again, but uh–um–was there a love spell I didn’t know about?” Sam asks.

Dean smiles at Cas, ears pink, then looks at Sam. “No, Sam. I was just enjoying some time alone with my boyfriend.”

So…this story came about because Lindsay ( @justrandomspnstuff ) and I were having a conversation about my struggle with writing Dean and Cas kissing. I told her I can see it all in my head but they don’t ever do what I want them to do on the page….

me: WHY DON’T YOUR ARMS AND HANDS AND WHATEVERS DO WHAT I WANT THEM TO DO?????

Lindsay: haha nope. They just snog with their arms like limp jellyfish

It made me laugh (and laugh and laugh) and a story was born. It was supposed to be a drabble, but instead it’s 1400+ words. Oops.

Thanks, Lindsay!! (And I did finally write that kissing scene!!!! ;) )