#apparently you are now brotha

[shawnxstyles]

panty stealer

DATE: JANUARY 14, 2023

summary: flash forces peter to sneak into the girls sorority and steal a pair of panties as a dare. stumbling into the nearest room to save himself from being caught, he doesn’t expect you to be there, and to let him steal the panties you’re wearing.

request: yes!

words: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [fingering, oral], praise kink, slight dacryphilia kink, dirty talk, and protected sex), language, alcohol, mentions of weed, and a bit of fluff.

note: frat!peter x sorority!reader / peter masterlist / PART 2

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“are you serious right now, flash?” peter groans with a pinch to his nose. his eyes screw shut in annoyance at flash’s obnoxious behavior.

“of course i am, penis parker!” flash shouts, shoving peter towards the large, white sorority house. “you have to do the dare or else.”

peter groans again, hating himself for ever agreeing to do this stupid game with flash.

the night had started calm and for once, peter was grateful. friday nights were the craziest day at the frat house, but this week, everyone was a bit too busy with schoolwork. except flash apparently.

like all of his other roomies, peter loves a good party. he doesn’t mind thrashing his house every week if that means he can have fantastic parties at his place (okay, maybe he minds a little bit. it gets tedious cleaning up garbage after a while). he knows he won’t be young forever, so what the heck, right?

people never would have guessed that peter was the leader of the frat. shocking, right? everyone would assume it’s flash for his obnoxious and party boy persona or brad for his attractiveness and charm. but what do those qualities have to do with being a leader? everyone else (besides those two) agreed that peter should be the head of the house because he is responsible and smart, unlike those boneheads.

peter often asked himself if he was attractive and if he had charm.

he did, right?

brad was good with the ladies. one glance and a wink made the girls melt into puddles at his feet. every morning when peter woke up early to go to class, a different woman would waltz down the stairs with a glowing, uncontrollable smile in nothing but a t-shirt. peter knew without a doubt that every one-night stand that stumbled down was brad’s; it was rarely flash or the others and ned had a girlfriend who was in the sorority across from us.

peter hooked-up once in a while. he found it more difficult to be like brad when he had college to concentrate on and lives to save inbetween it all. being spider-man in high school was overwhelming at first because it was impossibly hard to hide it. but now, having more freedom in college made everything a bit simpler. just a bit.

flash being spider-man’s “#1 fan!” still made him chuckle every time it came up.

speaking of flash, when peter stumbled through the door in the evening expecting a chill friday night, flash just had to crank up the energy. as per usual.

“what is this?” multiple bottles of liquor were splurged across the dining table when peter walked into the kitchen. flash crossed his arms with a huge smirk plastered onto his face, while ned looked concerned and stressed.

“i tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen to me,” ned shook his head in disappointment before walking away to his room.

“we’re having a party. it’s friday, penis,” flash said with an obvious tone. peter could easily have him removed from the frat, being the leader and all. yet he still keeps him here. why must he do this to himself?

“flash, i said no parties today. everyone is tired and stressed, and has a lot of work to do—”

“stressed? i think that’s the best reason for a party. you need to get laid, my brotha,” brad interrupted with an arm around peter’s shoulders and a firm pat to his buff chest. brad is way taller than peter, which some might think intimidates him. but peter is mainly intimidated by intelligence, and brad had the iq of a stick.

peter rolled his eyes at the predictable statement. flash rambles on about how parties are a tradition on friday nights and peter sharply cuts him off with a strict tone.

“ugh, fine! no party, party-pooper parker. but we will be drinking tonight. or else i’m sending an invite to 50 people.”

—

peter had no choice but to comply. flash, ned, brad, himself, and the other boys are seated on the furniture with the drinks displaced in the center. flash gave peter an ultimatum; play truth or dare or he rings the entire sports program of a party. peter growled and folded.

soon later, there is a sharpie drawing on flash’s ass, a ruler that measured brad’s dick, a flushed ned from downing too many denied truth shots, and laughter bubbling throughout the whole room. peter is the only one who hasn’t gotten asked anything yet and he honestly feels a bit left out. but he also just wants to do his homework and then go to sleep.

“what’ll be, penis parker?” flash inquires with a mischievous look on his face. “truth or dare? or should i say drink or dare?”

peter, not caring at the time, chose dare. “dare.”

“oh, you’re so in for it.”

—

so in all, peter was basically held against his own will to sneak into the girl’s sorority house. even though he denied the dare profusely and took three shots to make up for it, flash still dangled the party invites over his head like an iron weight waiting to drop.

peter snarled as flash nudged him again impatiently. he thought of an idea that might work. peter would have to do this dare, but would he have to do it alone?

“if you come with me, i’ll give you $50 bucks—” peter sells with raised eyebrows. he licks his lips as the cold breeze rustles the trees and sends slight shivers up his arms. the sky is pitch-black as the heavy clouds cover all the stars. peter felt a storm brewing and he really didn’t want to sneak into the sorority soaking wet.

“pfft, parker, please. i have enough money—”

“—in weed.” peter finishes, causing flash to halt his words. peter knows that flash can never find a good supply because he complains about it all the time. marijuana wasn’t legal on campus, let alone in the state. the trade had the cogs turning in flash’s head.

“alright, deal,” flash gives in and elbows peter as a form of agreement. then flash motivates brad and ned to join, heading straight for the zone as a group.

their goal was to grab a pair of underwear and leave without being caught. as spider-man, that should be easy, right?

—

for some odd reason, the back door was unlocked. you’d think girls would be more secure and observant than guys, but maybe they forgot. after hopping over the trimmed gardening hedges, the four boys crept through the door and into the kitchen.

unlike peter’s frat, the sorority girls had two big rules that they made known to everyone; no hook-ups allowed and no frat guys. ever. the girls didn’t throw parties like peter, they only went to them, so their place was like a holy sanctuary.

when the guys tiptoed into the kitchen, peter wasn’t surprised the place was damn-near spotless. most of the interior was pearly white; couches, love-seats, tables, counter, cabinets— it was like walking into an insane asylum with minor color accents.

it was at least midnight by now, so the girls had to be asleep. tiptoeing as silent as possible up the stairs, peter leads until they’re all standing in the middle of the large hallway with rapid, contained breaths. flash, being the scaredy-cat he is, follows last and nervously trips over the final step. he slips, tumbling down multiple levels with nosy thuds and bangs of his elbows and knees. all of the guys sprout wide eyes and strained, silent gestures to warn him to stop falling and making an absurd amount of noise.

peter gets goosebumps, hair rising on his skin as he gets a shiver down his spine. his hearing intensifies, picking up mumbled whispers and light footsteps with his spider sense. his eyes wander frantically as he scatters his brain for an idea. nothing comes to mind fast enough, as a door down the hall creaks open. brad and ned drag flash up the stairs, but freeze when they hear the door. out of instinct, peter sprints to the nearest door, slyly slipping inside. he closes the door gently, contradicting the pounding of his heart, without a noise being made. he releases a sigh as his forehead rests on the doorframe.

“what are you doing?” peter nearly shrieks when you casually question him. he stares at you, eyes impossibly wider than before. your arms are crossed as you sit on the side of your bed. peter swallows harshly, gazing at your appearance.

your legs look smooth and supple, and very much bare. he assumes you have underwear on under the t-shirt you’re sporting, and is proved correct when you shift to dangle your legs off the bed. his eyes are drawn to the small sight of your panties that tease underneath your shirt. you smirk, arms still crossed as you let him check you out.

“i-um-uh,” cheeks wildly red, he swallows and averts his eyes to the ground. how does he explain such a stupid thing without sounding like a jackass? i was dared to invade the sorority house. sorry. oh, also, can i have your panties? “it was a dare.”

“to sneak into my room?” your head tilts as you lift yourself off the bed and stalk towards him. peter’s cheeks grow redder while his heart pounds brutally in his chest.

besides the embarrassment flowing like blood through his veins, you were the simple kind of gorgeous that made his knees weak. the kind that is stunning in their own skin and that radiates beautiful energy like magical fairy dust. and peter nearly fainted when he saw your lack of clothes.

he’s seen you many times before; you share a class with him and came to some of his parties. he never talked to you in fear of rejection, but now he doesn’t really have a choice.

usually, he has more confidence with girls, but this is a very unfortunate situation where he lost every skill he’s ever known. even talking.

“no—” ear-piercing screams interrupt peter’s stuttering from the other side of the door. footsteps run all over the wooden floor as low profanities leave the guys’ mouths. “i think she found them.”

“you think?” you clip with raised eyebrows. peter inhales, losing some of his anxiousness at his thoughts of the boys being caught.

poor ned. betty’s going to kill him.

flash deserved it, though.

brad is probably getting one of their numbers.

peter shakes his head and sets his thoughts straight.

“okay, look. flash dared me to do this… stupid thing and i convinced them all to do it with me. i wanted to do nothing but relax tonight,” peter admits with a stressed exhale. you glare at him with squinted eyes, trying to decipher what has him so worked up. it’s not like he got screamed at and kicked out like the other guys. knowing some of your roomies, they might be a lot worse than just kicking them out. you get closer to him and ponder what he said.

“what was the dare, parker?” you shoot a harsh glare at him, daggers that force him to answer. your head tilts with curiosity as your heartbeats sporadically. you’ve never had a guy in your room before, and for that first guy to be peter parker has your heart bouncing around your chest like a boomerang. you’ve had your eye on peter for a few months now; not crazy obsessive, but you won’t deny the blood-rushing crush you’ve grown for the frat boy.

how did you stumble that low? a frat boy? jeez.

peter can’t be too shocked that you know his name, let alone his last name, but you saying it still causes him to forget some of the words on his tongue. many shouts are heard from outside the door, but your chests are nearly touching as you gaze up at him and then the outside world is practically silenced.

“i had to steal some… panties,” he mumbles, voice low and quiet. why does it sound so dirty?

“panties?” you repeat in a hushed voice as your surprised eyes blink a few times. you swallow, clit beginning to throb at the word out of his mouth.

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “do you have any that i can…borrow?”

your mind hazes at his question. you tried to remember where your underwear was and if it was clean. but as a clear opportunity lies in front of you, you decide to run with it. you look down with a racing heart, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt.

“i…i have these ones,” you lightly ball up your t-shirt, revealing your laced panties to peter. he quietly coughs, cock starting to harden behind the zipper of his jeans. you glance up at his reddening expression through your eyelashes, devilish eyes hiding behind an innocent facade. confidence and lust ease your anxiety. “will these work?”

“um, yeah,” peter coughs again as rosy embarrassment crawls up his neck and blood rushes to his cock. you strut over to the mattress, rocking your hips teasingly, and peter instinctively follows with his heart in his throat. you lie on your back and spread your legs, arousal dripping from you at every movement. peter watches from a side angle, holding his breath as the tension rises.

“well, you’re not much of a panty-stealer if i just give them to you. come and steal them, parker,” you say with as much confidence as you could muster up. your heart was so loud in your ears you almost couldn’t hear yourself. speechless, peter walks to the front of the bed and kneels down, eye-level with your pussy.

he crumples the shirt over your hips, your legs automatically spreading wider. his senses heighten and pick up on the scent of your arousal. a small patch of it can be seen in the middle of your underwear, sending painful pulses down to his forever hardening cock. his thumbs dance around the laced hem, teasing you to see how much he can go.

he would say some of his confidence is back now.

he hooks his fingers under the band, sliding the flimsy fabric down while sticky arousal slings to you. he stuffs the damp material in his back pocket. both of your hearts rack and hands tremble at the extreme intensity, waiting for someone to do something. anything.

peter decides to be that person and resumes his fingers to your hips where the hem used to be. your folds glisten with pent-up arousal, just begging for him to touch you. your puffy clit throbs, neglected, and your thighs subtly spasm trying to remain open. peter grinds on his molars, nearly moaning at the glorious sight. his rough pads trace your smooth skin as he drags lower, dangerously close to where you’re yearning for him.

“peter,” you whisper, holding your breath, so you don’t move a muscle, even though they’re involuntarily shaking with need. he hums, the dirtiest thoughts flowing through his mind. “d-don’t you have to go? what if you get caught?”

“i can spare a few minutes…” his gaze is hazy and distracted, voice gravelly with lust. you clench desperately around nothing as you quietly plead for him to do something. his thumb tests the waters and finally begins circling on your clit, sending electricity up your body. you yelp at the sudden pressure, naturally grinding your hips for more friction. “hmm? don’t you want me to spend a few minutes with you?

his words are taunting and condescending, making your mind go blurry while the words disintegrate from your tongue. the rough pad of his thumb rubs faster while you clench around nothing again, chest heaving.

“i want more than a few minutes,” you moan as his middle finger pets along your soaking slit, teasing you painfully until your eyes roll back. you can sense the smirk growing on his face based on the satisfied hum he responds with.

“more? greedy girl,” peter slides his middle finger into you without warning causing you to release a long string of moans. “shh, you don’t want them to hear you, do you? then we’ll both get caught.”

you shake your head.

“then be a good girl and be quiet for me,” peter demands softly. you nod shakily, as another finger pumps into you rapidly. he thrusts brutally into you, fingertips brushing over your g-spot. you melt as bliss laces throughout your body.

“it’s always the quiet ones who are the loudest,” a devilish and dirty smirk dances on his lips while your teeth sink painfully into your bottom lip. you slap your palm over your mouth to remain quiet as thrilled moans threaten to pour out of you. your revolving hips are halted by his strong forearm, allowing him to curl his digits deliciously into you. you mewl with screwed eyes, back arching at the immense pleasure.

“i’m so close, peter,” you whisper, scared that if you speak any louder your moans will betray you and alert the whole neighborhood. peter subtly grinds his hips into the front of the mattress, cock dangerously hard from your whimpering and whining.

“can i taste you? been dying to since you opened your legs for me,” peter asks while your thighs tremble and your pussy contracts tightly around his digits. you mumble out a shuddery please before his mouth is devouring you.

he never removes his fingers, pumping ruthlessly while his mouth explores your slippery folds. he sucks harshly on your throbbing clit, a muffled wail escaping through your hand. warm and soothing, his tongue glides curiously and sneaks into your undeniably soft cunt. the moan you release is unholy and way too loud. at least right now.

peter wants nothing more than to hear your sweet, sweet moans crying his name while he makes you come in several different ways. but tonight was not the night. he wasn’t trying to get reported and have intruder as a new notch on his belt.

he had a good feeling you wouldn’t run off and report him though.

the idea of it all got him off much more than he would have ever thought. and looking at you, he could say that same.

his mouth plops off of you, lips swollen and puffy from sucking.

“come all over my tongue. let me taste you, sweet girl,” his tone is euphonious and seductive, yet demanding. his fingers savagely thrust into your seeping hole that clenches tightly around him. your back arches off the mattress as your thighs shake from the upcoming euphoria.

peter’s words send your body into overdrive. your muscles contract and your stomach tightens as your orgasm ripples through your body like a heavenly wave. cum oozes out of you and onto his tongue, slurping up every ounce of your juices until there is nothing left.

“such a good girl,” peter praises while he licks away your arousal from his rosy lips. heat crawls up your neck at your sudden vulnerability. you attempt to close your legs to hide, but he keeps them spread with his rough hands. “you’re going to hide yourself after i just ate you out? we’re just getting started, baby.”

peter pulls his shirt off deliberately, showcasing his bulky abs and muscles that made your clit pulse with desire again. he looks like he was man-made, a real-life sculpture with chiseled muscles and perfectly ridged abs. you were insatiable to this man, who snuck into your room to steal something— you should be mad at him. furious. but when his boxers fall down his legs, only dirty and needy emotions and thoughts are left.

your eyes widen at his impressive length; you’ve only been with a few guys in the past, but none of them were this big. you were scared, yet excited to feel his cock stretch you out sinfully. you imagined how long you would feel him inside of you afterwards, soreness like a good workout at the gym.

“you’re so big,” you mumble, not hiding the fact that you were blatantly eyeing his raging cock with hunger, fear, and lust.

“it’ll fit. don’t worry, doll,” he hovers over you, smoothing your hair away from your worried eyes. “do you have a condom?”

you stretch out your arm into your night stand, blindly grabbing a tin-foiled package. you seductively rip it with your teeth, causing peter to groan in impatience. he snatches it away from you and swiftly slides it onto his sturdy cock.

“such a fucking tease,” he hisses, running the tip of his cock along your folds, which were already soaked in arousal again. “are you ready?”

you nod your head surely, more than ready for him to fill you up.

“you’re one to talk,” you sass, rolling your eyes, which were no longer as worried, but full of needy anticipation. he huffs out a single chuckle, eyes strained on his dick rubbing around your wetness tediously.

“speaking of talking, don’t,” peter thrusts into you savagely, making you gasp and shriek. your hand immediately goes to his shoulder for leverage, nails digging desperately into the meat of his skin. the other tightens securely onto your mouth to keep quiet, even though it’s probably useless now.

hoarse profanities fall from his lips as he shifts around your snug hole. your velvety walls choke his cock so fucking good, he doesn’t think he’ll last any longer. and then you clench even tighter around him, sending peter’s eyes rolling back into brain.

“you’re so fucking tight,” peter groans in your ear, flicking his hips upwards into you. your body trembles in overwhelming pleasure, muffled whines begging to be released.

slapping skin and hushed moans fill the air. peter fits a hand between the two of you and rubs your throbbing clit perfectly. his lips travel down from your ear to your neck, kissing along your skin. his tongue discovers your soft spot, sucking harshly until you’re clutching onto him for dear life.

“you’re so good, peter. so deep, too, oh god,” you can’t help the lusty wail that tumbles from your raspy throat when he rapidly rolls his hips, repeatedly touching your sensitive g-spot. he growls at the praise, every action being intensified by the comment. you notice this and smile with a hint of devilishness behind it.

“you may be smiling now,” peter pants, muscles popping and flexing from the position. “but you’ll be crying soon.”

if possible, his thrusts got harder. and deeper. and faster. he was pounding into your cunt like there was no tomorrow, buckets of arousal leaking from you and all around him. peter would pull his cock fully out just to slam it back in, and it made you wither away into another dimension. his balls beat against you harshly with every brisk thrust of his body. his skilled thumb pets your clit, electrifying all your nerves into blissful flames.

there was so much to feel; the biting of his kisses on your neck, the rough texture of his thumb pad on your clit, the long, thick length plunging barbarically into you, and the heaviness of his weight above you. you were so overwhelmed by the pleasure, water brimmed at your tear ducts. soon, full-blown tears are streaming down your face from the euphoria running through your veins.

that familiar wicked smile curls on peter’s face with your appearance; wild hair, tear-stained cheeks, and swollen lips. he doesn’t think you’ve ever looked so beautiful in front of him.

his cock twitches when you whimper loudly underneath the palm of your hand, begging to let you come. contracting on his shaft, your nails stab his shoulder blade until crescent moon marks appear. a strangled moan leaves him when your body rolls up towards him, back arching harshly.

“need to come. so bad, peter,” you whine. his name from your lips drives him mental.

“fuck, y/n,” he sighs heavily. “come around my cock like the good girl you are.”

with those words, your second orgasm tumbles through your body like a thunderstorm. peter slams his lips against yours to keep you quiet, all your pent-up moans turning into needy hums in your throat. stars spot in your vision and you thought you might pass out from being fucked into oblivion. you wouldn’t even be mad— it was worth it.

summoning all your energy, your muscles tense as the liquid floods out of you. your back arches, making your bare breasts push up against peter’s chest. at the same time, peter comes with a string of curse words against your plush lips. he shoots his load into the condom, balls tightening while his eyes screw shut. he steadies his pumps and slowly pulls out of you, never wanting to leave.

you whimper at the emptiness, already missing his cock. he ties the knot and tosses it into the garbage under your desk. peter slips into his boxers and immediately finds the small box of tissues on your night stand. grabbing a few, he cleans you delicately like an antique doll as if he didn’t just ravish your body and soul.

you were beyond dumbstruck as he wiped you up. the few people you have been with never stayed long enough for aftercare, and even though it should be a necessity, the action still made your heart lurch for peter. speaking of your heart, it was beating a mile a minute. sex was a physical activity, yet having a huge crush on someone felt a lot more physically demanding. but you really liked the feeling.

a million thoughts brisked through your head; how does he feel? does he feel the same? did he hate it? did he love it? you shake your head. if you didn’t stop yourself, you would ruin any chance you might have by overthinking too much.

when you refocus your eyes to the moment, peter has his jeans fully on and his shirt in his hand. he slides it on and then looks at you worryingly, seeming as though you’re still naked and haven’t moved.

“are you okay? did i go too hard? fuck—”

“yes—i mean no! shit,” you stutter after interrupting him and close your eyes in embarrassment. “yes, i’m fine. i’m more than fine. that was… really good, peter. like really good.”

peter’s tensed shoulders relax as his face melts from a concerned expression to a soft one. you slip your large t-shirt on and stand up from your bed. your legs are a bit unbalanced and wobbly, and peter can’t help but chuckle as he holds you steady by your hips.

“stop laughing! you did this!” you whisper-yell with a faked angry face.

“oh, i know. next time, i’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk, let alone stand,” he winks with an arrogant smile cascading his lips. familiar heat creeps up your neck and ears, making you all tingly inside at the idea of a next time with peter.

“next time?” large rings of hope surround your irises as you stare into peter’s. his arrogance slightly fades as he itches with nervousness.

“yeah, if that’s what you want, of course,” why is he holding his breath? why is his heart beating so unhealthy fast?

“if i say yes, does that mean you’re going to try to steal my panties again?” you try to hold back your grin as you joke, peering up at him with squinted eyes.

“are you going to let me steal your panties again?” he clicks his tongue with his all too familiar smirk. he loves your playful demeanor and your attempts to withhold a smile.

you pretend to think, really debating. peter can’t help but stare at you in awe. you were beautiful, and he regrets not approaching you earlier because you were… well, he didn’t really know you yet, but he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. even if you told him to fuck off and never to see him again, he knew that he would never forget you or this night.

you push yourself closer to peter, chest to chest. you can both feel the rapid beating of your hearts through your shirts. however, you stand, gazing confidently at peter. he watches you as you lean right in like you were going to kiss him.

“mm maybe. you might just have to find out yourself,” your breathy words linger on his lips as you back away and casually get into the bed. you unfold the comforter and tuck yourself in, like you didn’t just give peter a semi-hard on in his pants.

suddenly a loud crash is heard from outside, alerting both of your heads to peer out through the window.

“my car!” flash cries so high-pitched and whiny, he probably woke up the entire neighborhood. peter isn’t surprised that one of the sorority girls destroyed his car because he deserved it. someone needed to humble him anyway. you both laugh behind the palm of your hands at flash’s girly scream.

with that, peter realizes that he has to go and that he no longer has any minutes to spare. flash, brad, and ned probably weren’t worried about peter while they were out-running the girls. but now that the girls had done the damage, the boys would soon realize peter’s absence.

“better hide your panties. this isn’t over,” peter walks over to the side of your bed and kisses your forehead delicately. he cracks open the window, turning to you with half his body out. with a wink from him and a gasp from you, he jumps down the two-story window without hesitation. your heart flutters at his gentle kiss that lingers on your skin, fingers pressed against the spot his lips last touched.

rain begins to splash on the glass as sprinkles of water drip into your room through the open window. you purposefully don’t close it, even when you know the carpet will get soaked throughout the night. you welcomed the idea that if peter wanted to come back, he could, simply by sneaking through the window the same way he left.

so many other thoughts cloud your mind, making you lie wide awake. you wondered if his heart was still thumping hastily like the rain pattering on your window and onto your floor. you wondered what he looked like when he was drenched in natural rain water. probably breathtakingly beautiful; soaking wet hair and a childish smile adorning his rosy face while he laughs wholeheartedly.

as you roll over to turn off your lamp with a wistful sigh, you remember that you never even got his number. while trying to guess which set of numbers fit peter parker the best, you fall asleep with a yearning heart, flapping its wings adoringly in your chest.

oh, god, you were down. and it was bad.

what you didn’t know was that peter was down too, but even worse than you.

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u know the drill, it would be lovely if u reblog for larger sample size🥰

I have six wisdom teeth personally and so does my brother and I didn't know that was uncommon until literally today when I saw the other wisdom tooth poll. Was scrolling thru the tags of "I have 3/2/1/none!" like where are my brothas with the extras

Looked it up and apparently only like 2% of the population have supernumerary wisdom teeth?? Lol and its normally associated with genetic disorders but I don't think my brother or I have those (hopefully) we just won the reverse tooth lottery or something lmao

So now I'm just asking random people I know and it is my quest to find more people who have extras. where u at homies. Also I want to see if the results of this poll reflect the stats I saw online lol

Edit: whoops I forgot to include an option for if u dont know. might remake it, sorry Gs 💀

2nd edit: someone on the original poll has now reblogged it and added in the tags that they had 7!! So hell yeah there's one lol

#remember this #diary of a silly goose #tumblr polls #poll #my polls #polls

[cinamun]

(I'm not gonna snitch on our baby)...but Imma need Darren to lemme hold one of them trusty Newports. My nerves are bad! I'm on edge all while experiencing every emotion...all at once.

Like our baby ain't a baby no mores...and I knew the time was coming but like...she ain't a baby no mores. What we gon' do ya'll... 😩

One one hand Imma mess in the name of being a pixel auntie but like my heart is feeling things because that first time played out as it should. Jayce...Young Mr. Sir...

Siiiiiiirrrrrrrrrr...👀 It's the level of maturity for me. Damn it, It's the healthy sexual experiences for me. He made sure she was comfortable. He's patient, gentle, comforting...like I'm still stuck on the fact that HE MADE SURE SHE WAS COMFORTABLE!!!! I just know he was giving her all the looks that just makes you wanna melt. Jay Jay...you done started something now sweets. Lawd!

I'm calling it now...that MF there...dangerous (but like the good kind...if you know, you know) 😏

...Now I gotta snap back into Auntie mode...

Hope I'm happy that you got to experience all this in this way but like stop growing up. That gif is me at Winterfest dinner once Hope walks in the door... 😂I am not ok. Lol

CHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I AM SENT!!!!

She's grown grown! He fell asleep and she's laying there looking over at her reflection in the mirror like...

Jayce did NOT disappoint. BROTHA WAITEDDDDD! Said ARE YOU SURE!!! Then waited some more???? Then took care of our girl??

I don't know gif lady, apparently you find them in life simulation games...

But anyway, the times have changed Chae and imma be next to you at the Winterfest dinner table when Hope comes walkin in the house like

#story stuff #gifs

[guysunderwearstories]

Story #22

“Fuck you, Kristen!” James chucked his second shoe into the air and it (along with the first one) looped around a telephone wire. He now stood there in a salmon button down, dark blue jeans, and black socks. He had left for happy hour wearing a coat, but that had been left at the bar along with any hope that he wouldn’t black out tonight.

Christian sighed. James had only been dating Kristen for a couple months but the two had been completely inseparable. In fact, Christian had barely seen his friend in that time. But when James announced their breakup, Christian did not hesitate to be at his roommate’s aid, even if that meant following him to a happy hour with his colleagues and watching him lose his sobriety and dignity simultaneously.

“The thing is, Kristen’s not even worth this,” James slurred. “Small fucking tits.”

Christian rolled his eyes. They weren’t small.

“Now if we were talking about June…that’s a lady I’d let break my fucking heart.” June was the boys’ next door neighbor, a seductive 35 year old woman who wouldn’t give any of the guys the time of day, no matter how many times their roommates Dan and Aaron (and now the newly single James, apparently) tried to flirt with her.

Christian couldn’t even look at his friend. He was fine for a night of tipsy commiserating like he had signed up for, but as a college graduate he considered both him and James a little too old to be barely able to stand up like Hames was. He looked at his phone to see a text from Phoebe, a girl he had been casually hooking up with. Christian irritably texted her that he didn’t think he could make it tonight. As much as he wanted to, Christian couldn’t really abandon his friend in his time of need. He phone back in his pocket and turned to face James.

James was standing in the middle of the street, his pants and underwear around the ankles, peeing in the street. His back was to Christian, but his pale white and hairless ass was shining like a second moon.

“Dude! You’re gonna get arrested!”

“Fuck off.” James shook away the last few droplets of pee, stumbling backwards in the process. Frustrated, he kicked off his jeans from around his ankle. He cupped his dick in one hand and turned around to face Christian, pulling up his underwear. As he walked towards Christian in nothing but his button down and underwear, he came under a streetlight and his red, white, and black argyle briefs were on display.

“Watch out!” A car was ripping down the road, now only a block away and showing no sign of stopping. Christian pulled his friend out of the street, and ten seconds later the car zipped by. Christian and James watched stonefaced as the wheels picked up James’ jeans and carried them off. At least they were only a few blocks from home.

Christian and James walked home as James awkwardly kept tugging his dress shirt down and wavering one hand in front of his crotch. Luckily they passed no one except for one local old woman walking her dogs (she gave them a pretty dirty look) and a group of fraternity guys who gave James some whistles. One even smacked his ass.

When they finally reached their house, Christian nudged James. “Want to see if June is home? Show her the goods?”

“Shut the fuck up brotha.” James was really slurring now. “When June lets me fuck her im going to go to Macy’s and get some boxer briefs. Calvin ones. Black. Nothing too good for her.” For the past few years, Christian had only ever seen James in brightly colored briefs (and admittedly he had seen him in this state quite a few times), so this woman he’s never spoken to must be really special to motivate him to switch his undies.

Christian toyed with James, fumbling with the keys, the sound of a group of women up the road making it all the more fun. But no stranger to embarrassing underwear exposures (thought it has been a while), Christian eventually felt pity and let James in.

Since it was a weeknight and close to midnight, all of their housemates were already either asleep or in their rooms for the night. Christian debated waking them up to see the show, but decided James’ breakup earned him a free pass. He started walking him up the stairs. Halfway up, James stumbled, and to Christian’s horror, James’ brief-clad ass landed firmly in the palm of his hand. Thank goodness he had hand sanitizer in his room.

Christian was going to try and have James brush his teeth and maybe even have a shower, but decided to just get him to his room and into bed. James, much less modest than usual, took off his dress shirt and stood there in nothing but his underpants. Christian put a trash can next to his bed and helped his near naked friend onto the mattress. James fell asleep instantly. Christian, considering his duties over, retired to his own room, where he undressed and went to sleep under the covers.

Not even an hour or two had passed when Christian sharply awoke to his door being opened and a bright light shining from a phone.

“Yo, yo, yo Instagram!” James’ drunk voiced boomed from behind the phone. “Here’s my boy Christian! And if I’m ending up drunk in my undies on Instagram live, he’s doing it too!”

James, still wearing nothing but the argyle briefs, staggered towards Christian. Christian, still groggy, watched confused as James tore away the blanket from his body to reveal a party of galaxy trunks from American Eagle. Their bright colors weren’t exactly the most masculine and would not have been the skivvies he would have picked to wear on an Instagram live. Though to be fair, there’s no underpants he’d feel comfortable in being broadcast on the internet.

“Dude what the hell!” Christian didn’t even care that he was shouting. He had spent all night being a good friend to James and now he was online trying to embarrass him just because he was a drunk idiot. He frantically looked around for the blanket, trying to use his hands to cover his underwear as best he could. In both his grogginess and his panic, it never occurred to him to just open his dresser and pull out a pair of pants.

“What’s all this shouting?” Between Christian’s pleas and James’ drunk cackling, the other five of their housemates awoke. There was Eli, with his surfer blond hair and toned body. Aaron, a slender frat boy archetype with shaggy brown hair (even more shaggy at two am). Dan, the Puerto Rican man with the body of an Olympic Swimmer (he was a D1 swimmer, but his body was ready for the Olympics). And finally, there was Patrick, the tall pale Irish-American with a flash of red hair buzzed on top of his head, and Carlos, the short and muscular Hispanic man.

All five boys in their groggy states did not bother to change out of their sleepwear. Eli wore a white wifebeater undershirt and solid white boxer shorts. Aaron wore a sweatshirt (hood up) and a pair of red boxers dotted with bananas. Patrick wore a flannel shirt and green plaid pajama pants. Carlos, the most exposed of the bunch, wore nothing but a pair of Hanes tighty whities. Dan had on a pair of pajama pants neatly identical to Patrick, but had apparently only thrown them on to leave his room, and in his haste had somehow not even pulled them up past his bulge. His neither regions, contained in a pair of yellow briefs, were prominently on display, and it didn’t help that he didn’t even realize until James decided to tickle him right in that area on camera.

Though Dan was the angriest, all the boys were filled with some level of rage. Even Patrick, as he didn’t appreciate James narrating the livestream with, “Look everyone, Patrick’s for his jammies on!”

“Some of us have to get up early tomorrow, we don’t all have time for this,” Patrick grumbled in response.

The boys tried to grab the phone from James, but James (the tallest of the group) held it above his head so no one could grab it. Carlos ended up grabbing him by the waist and bringing him to the ground as Patrick nabbed the phone.

“Only six people were watching,” said Patrick as he ended the video.

“Six people too many,” Dan practically growled.

“I don’t know,” said Aaron. “I get we’ve all pantsed each other and shit, but putting it online (even if it’s only for six people) seems to be taking it too far.”

James wasn’t listening. Now that the video was over, he decided he was bored and fell asleep right on the floor of Christian’s bedroom.

“No point dealing with this now,” said Eli. “We’ll let him sleep it off and beat the shit out of him when he’s sober.” Eli was joking. Probably.

“We’ll let him sleep now,” said Christian. “But not here.” He pulled the boys closer and told them his plan.

All six boys (not bothering to get dressed beyond what they were wearing) hoisted the briefs-clad James and carried him down the stairs, outside, and out of their yard. They laid him (on his side-didn’t need him choking on his own vomit) on none other than June’s porch. What they were doing wasn’t even that bad. James had put them online, but all the guy were doing was delivering James to his dream rebound. They were even letting her inspect the goods for herself.

The only thing Christian felt bad about was that he didn’t let James buy himself a pair of Black Calvins for the occasion.

[occultwhims]

"Yah know what they are saying bout Sterling?" Macy exclaims

"don't care trynna do my project"

"but you should hear, he is ya brotha after all."

"DONT CARE" Tianna says trying to focus and check her notes

"they saying he's a vampire and there are pictures and everything"

"and do you believe that Macy?" says Tianna jokingly

"idk ur not exactly denying it Tianna"

"yes, because if my brother was a vampire, I think I'd know before the whole campus, but I'm going to Finn's since I can't get any peace around here"

"Hey Finn, sorry just needed to escape Macy you know how much of a gossip she is" Tianna says as she sits on their bed and drinks her coffee, college is already tiring, and now this? today she loved the coffee machine.

"Oh, what's tea?" says Finn without looking up from their homework

"Apparently Sterling is Vampire now"

"I mean is he " Finn says " You are a (whispers) witch"

"Really Finn, be serious," she says and laughs "Of course not"

but she knew, she was the only one in the whole family that did

#witchysave #thesims4

[j-graysonlibrary]

Silverfalls Court Chapter 10

Title: Silverfalls Court

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 50K

Genres: drama, suspense, who-done-it, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: A young girl, lost in the bliss of her first relationship, will do anything in the pursuit of what she believes is true love—even sneaking out of her house in the dead of night. Unfortunately, she is met by someone she didn’t quite expect. Her fight or flight instincts kick in but she in no match for the killer in the woods.

And her death won’t be the only one.

The once peaceful and quaint neighborhood of Silverfalls Court is thrown into chaos and upheaval when bodies keep showing up in the woods. When it becomes apparent that the murderer must be one of them, suspicions grow thick and trust is shattered.

Some, like Lisa-Marie Castel, want to play detective and solve the case on their own while others, like Dominique Pulmer, want to keep their heads down and wait for things to return to normal. Some might even wish to capitalize on the bizarre nature of the story while those who have been personally affected are left to pick up the broken pieces of their lives amidst the chaos.

Full chapter 10 under the cut:

10. Good Faith

Every day Dominique had walked across the street and rang Lamar’s doorbell. And every day he waited on the porch for at least five minutes. Once or twice a week, he’d walk around the house, seeing what he could glean from the windows.

There was never any response. There was never anything suspicious that he could see from outside. There was just…nothing.

Occasionally, Dom would be joined by someone else whether they shared his concern for Lamar (Diana and Carson) or if they just wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to break in and steal something (the Dicksons and Karowitz).

Dom rang the bell as was his new ritual and waited. He knocked too—just to be sure—but, of course, the result was the same as it always was.

He crossed his arms and cursed under his breath. Both Lamar and Susan’s cars were still parked in the driveway like monuments to their disappearance and death respectively.

“Hey!” The yell of Karowitz carried through the air so Dom reluctantly turned to face his house. The man wobbled down his front steps and pointed his finger at him. “What are you doing over here again?”

“Same thing as last time, Sebastian,” Dom said with a forced smile. He knew the old war vet had a gun strapped to him somewhere and he had little doubt that he’d use it if he felt he needed to. That threshold, however, was hard for Dom to judge so he figured playing nice from the start was his best bet. “I’m just checking to see if maybe Lamar came back. You never know.”

Karowitz scowled deeply and looked to the Vick’s place with narrowed eyes. “Well he ain’t there.”

“…Seems not.”

“Then you ought to get back home.” The man waved his hand to the side as if to shoo Dom back to his house.

There was only so much he could take—he was a grown man not some pesky fly. Dom set his hands on his hips and stared down at Karowitz. “Why does it bother you so much, Sebastian? You don’t want to get to the bottom of everything that happened? Or does it just make you uncomfortable to see me outside? To see me at all?”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” he snapped, “You know how I feel ‘bout all these killings. It was that man in there who done it and now he’s run off. Case closed. Why you gotta stick your big nose in it?”

“Maybe I don’t believe it is a closed case,” Dom challenged.

Sebastian let out a breathy sigh before he shook his head. “Shoulda figured you’d stick up for your ‘brotha’. Makes sense. But even you gotta face the facts eventually.”

Thinly veiled racism aside, Sebastian was right—just not in the way he meant to be. Dom frowned and slowly started to nod. “I do have to face the facts.”

The facts were that he’d seen, without a shadow of a doubt, the Castels walk away with Lamar. Reason led him to the conclusion that they must have either A; taken him somewhere else to help him ‘escape’ or B; they had brought them to their house. Lisa-Marie helping a suspect escape made no sense so it was immediately tossed aside which only left the option that they escorted him to their house.

And it made sense. If Lisa-Marie was playing detective then she’d want the chance to interrogate someone as well. Even if she didn’t think Lamar was responsible, he was still the last victim’s husband so, in any normal scenario, he would have been questioned anyway. If she took that role upon herself then she would most likely take him to her house and question him there.

But no one had seen him since. So he had to still be there.

Dom felt his stomach twist into a pretzel the more he thought about it. How would he even approach the situation if he was right? Talk to Lisa-Marie? He doubted that would get him far. Calling the cops was out of the question too. Clearly, they were no help.

The only person he had to discuss his theory with was Collin. For a brief moment he considered calling Diana and Carson over but if he was wrong in his assumptions, he didn’t want to rile them up or, worse, scare them.

Collin wasn’t directly involved so he had a perspective that was unique and valued. He might even see something that Dom missed on Thanksgiving.

Well after sundown, Collin came over, looking exhausted. He was in the throes of the last semester at college so it was understandable. The bags under his eyes would disappear once he started work and his energy would slowly return over time. Dom remembered those days well.

“Thanks for coming by,” he said and helped him out of his outer layers. As he pulled the coat off of his arms he recognized it. With a smile, he asked, “Is this the coat I bought you for Christmas?”

Collin brightened up and smiled. “It is. I wear it all the time—it’s very cozy.”

Dom hung it up on the coat rack before giving him a small kiss. “I’m glad.”

“I hope you don’t mind but I’m probably not going to be very fun tonight,” Collin said as he headed toward the living room. “I’m so tired.”

“We can just watch a movie or something.” He didn’t mind a low-energy date. “I do have something I wanted to talk to you about though.”

His boyfriend threw himself down on the couch, quickly getting comfortable. “Nothing serious, is it?”

“Yes but it’s not relationship related if that helps.” Dom smiled a little to ease any worry he might have had.

Apparently, it was unnecessary as Collin chuckled. “Of course not. What problems could you possibly have with me?”

Dom decided not to touch that at all and instead just sat beside him. “It’s about Lamar.”

“Is he still missing?” Collin grabbed the TV remote off of the coffee table and then leaned back into the couch. He started flipping through channels but still glanced over occasionally.

“..Yes.” Dom sighed. “It’s been almost two months now and…I just don’t believe he ran off.”

“He didn’t seem like the type, no,” Collin agreed but did little more than shrug.

“I worry he’s still in Lisa-Marie’s house,” he said and tensed when his boyfriend finally gave him his full attention.

Collin’s brow furrowed and his lower lip poked out just a little more than usual. “You think…Lisa-Marie and her…very average husband…are keeping Lamar—the Greek God of a man—locked away in their house?”

“It was the last time I saw him,” Dom explained though, at this point, he could tell he was losing Collin, “And no one saw him leave. Couple that with the fact no one has seen him at all since then and…what else am I supposed to think?”

“…Still…” Collin frowned.

“I mean,” he started but then stopped immediately as he tried to reason it aloud, “Lamar had to have been devastated when they took him in. I saw him. He looked depressed as hell—he probably just found out about Susan. They offer him a nice place to sit and talk and…who knows? Lisa-Marie probably has several pairs of handcuffs at her disposal. She could have just been trying to play the cop role on her own but things went wrong?”

Collin stared at him and blinked in silence for a few seconds. “That’s quite the picture you painted. I…suppose I can see it but, I don’t know. You’d think someone would have heard or seen something in that case, right?”

It made sense that if Lamar was locked up against his will that he would have called for help and his yells would have been heard by the Castel’s neighbors. Unless Lisa-Marie had a soundproof room or a crazy basement. Both of those options seemed likely when Dom really thought about it but he doubted Collin would be on the same page as him.

The real question he had—assuming Lamar was taken in and possibly handcuffed somewhere in the depths of the Castel’s house—was why had two months passed with no news? After a few days, anyone would have started to tell Lisa-Marie whatever she wanted to hear just to be let out of there and, if that happened, then Lamar would have been taken in by the cops by now.

So either his imprisonment had nothing to do with the ‘investigation’ or he wasn’t alive anymore. Or, Dom was still willing to humor, Lamar never went to the Castels. Even if it seemed less and less likely the more he thought about it, he still kept it open as a possibility.

“You know, the more I consider the possibilities, the more worried I get,” Dom admitted after a few moments. 

“You’re a worrywart, that’s why.” Collin snickered softly almost to himself. His eyes were back on the TV as he landed on some reality show that Dom had never seen.

He wanted to keep working through theories but he could see his boyfriend’s eyelids flicker and slowly droop. There was no sense in carrying on when he was clearly about to fall asleep.

Dom rubbed his shoulder. “Let’s go to bed.”

Collin pouted like a stubborn child. “It’s only ten though.”

“AKA, my usual bedtime.”

That at least got a laugh out of him. Collin nodded and then turned the TV off. “Alright. You win.”

“Don’t act like you’re not tired.” Dom helped him up from the couch. “A mature adult knows their limits, you know.”

“Isn’t that what you always tell me when I drink too much?”

“…Well it applies here too.”

He had to practically push him into the bedroom with how badly he was dragging his feet. Dom undressed on his own and kept looking to Collin who was slowly removing his shirt with eyes that looked closed already. He smirked and shook his head.

“Just get in bed,” he told him and pulled down some of the covers. Every so often, sleeping with pants on was just inevitable, Dom knew from experience. Though, if he said it aloud, he knew Collin would chalk it up to being another nugget of his ‘old man wisdom’.

***

A bright light landed over Dom’s face, waking him before he was ready. His brow knotted and he frowned before slowly opening his eyes and looking about the room.

The window was pulled open and he was fairly sure he hadn’t left it like that when he went to bed. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, removing the last bit of sleep from them.

“Collin?” he called out groggily but received no response.

Dom turned to look beside him and saw that the bed was empty. Odd, Collin usually slept later than he did.

Even stranger was the folded up piece of paper on the nightstand. He snatched it up and opened it, instantly recognizing Collin’s handwriting on the page.

“Morning sleepyhead!

I got up early and I decided to help you out since I know you’ll never do it yourself. Don��t worry, I brought my phone with me in case things go south.

If it’s not clear, I’m going to Lisa-Marie’s place. I figured I’d ask her straight away what she knows instead of you brooding over all the possibilities for who knows how long. If I’m still gone when you read this then maybe you can come join me.

Xoxo,

Collin”

Dom woke all the way up and was instantly filled with energy. He rushed to the bathroom to freshen up in what had to have been record time for him. Before leaving his house, he threw on a couple of coats that were probably mismatched but he didn’t care.

No one else in the neighborhood was up yet, it seemed, so Dom ran to the next cul-de-sac without stopping. If anyone had been outside he might have had to stop to give an excuse for his erratic and urgent behavior.

Even in the other cul-de-sac, it was like a ghost town. The only occupied porch was Lisa-Marie’s. From the other side of the circular road, Dom could see Collin sitting on the woman’s patio chair.

There was less reason to run so he slowed down and just kept his eyes fixed on his boyfriend. The irritation that had been secondary to the fear started to push itself to the forefront the closer he got.

Along with Collin there was, of course, Lisa-Marie. She poured him a glass of what looked like lemonade before sitting down across from him and talking with animated hand gestures.

Dom made it to the base of the stairs and, by then, the two had definitely taken note of him and looked over. “What’s going on?” he asked, unable to hide the frustration in his voice.

“We’re just chatting,” Lisa-Marie responded with a smile. “Want to join?”

Dom looked from her to Collin.

“It’s fine,” Collin said and coaxed him closer, “Come sit.”

Against his better judgment, Dom took the spot next to Collin. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to know what Lisa-Marie had to say for herself.

If she had some grand explanation.

If she had anything to say at all.

“I was just explaining what happened with Lamar,” she opened with and rested her hands on her knees. “See, my husband and I did bring him over to talk but he left after about an hour.”

“See?” Collin smiled.

“I know it must have looked suspicious,” Lisa-Marie said and scratched the back of her head, “I had no idea you’d seen us. Otherwise, I would have talked to you sooner than this.”

“I figured it was just a misunderstanding,” Collin confidently replied.

She grinned and nodded in his direction. “Right,” she said before turning her gaze back on Dom, “But I do understand your concern, Dominique. I would have been worried too. Really.”

Something about her wording still didn’t sit right with Dom. She always laid things on a little too thickly for his taste and this was no different. Only now, his longstanding dislike of the woman was mixed with his ever growing suspicion.

“So,” Dom started and felt his boyfriend’s stare burning into the side of his head. He knew what was expected of him in the moment but he couldn’t help but push his boundaries. Just this once. It was too important to not try. “You wouldn’t mind showing us around your house?”

“Dom,” Collin spoke lowly and there was a hidden warning in his voice.

Lisa-Marie, however, chuckled. “It’s fine if that’ll convince you. I don’t have a problem with it since I’m telling the truth.”

“No, we don’t need to walk around in your house,” Collin said and placed a hand on Dom’s arm but the grip was much tighter than it appeared. “We should head back. Sorry for bothering you.”

Dom’s jaw set and he felt torn. He didn’t want to upset Collin any further, obviously, but he did want to check Lisa-Marie’s house. Even if she said it was fine, he didn’t believe her.

He didn’t believe anything she was saying.

But he knew he’d wind up bending to Collin’s will. It was the safer option anyway and, as much as Dom wanted to get to the bottom of what happened with Lamar, he wouldn’t put them at risk if he could help it. Just because Lisa-Marie was clearly full of shit didn’t mean he had to be the one to expose her.

He wasn’t the hero type.

#silverfalls court #my novel #writeblr #lgbt writers

[gretelshelby]

F*ck Off

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, jealousy, angst, fluff

Word Count: 1564

Summary: Tommy can’t stand the guys trying to get your attention anymore.

A/N: Angry Tommy makes me weak. Yelling Tommy makes me weak. Sorry, not sorry. Take this as a little Valentine’s Day present. I love you guys💗

"Where the fuck is Y/N?" Thomas Shelby asked the room, barging through the doors of the betting shop, hair disheveled and coat flying behind him.

"She went out with some fella about an hour ago, said she'll be back," Arthur responded looking up from his chair, an almost empty glass of whiskey in hand.

"What's wrong brotha, did something happen?" he continued observing Tommy's wild eyes.

"Yeh, yeh something's fucking wrong! She said she'll meet me at the Garrison an hour ago, but were is she now eh? Out with some bastard who what? Invited her? Where?" he yelled throwing his cap across the table and slamming his hands on the table.

“She’s with Oliver,” Polly said blowing a stream of smoke from her black cigarette.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy muttered under his breath knowing exactly how much you disliked the guy. You had expressed to Tommy how rude you felt declining Oliver’s continuous invitations to go out with you. Apparently you had finally agreed to the man.

“Fuck this,” Tommy recollected himself and left the shop as quickly as he came in.

***

You felt terrible for what you were doing. Betraying Tommy and Oliver at the same time. You promised you’d go out with Oliver a while ago but kept canceling because of business that came up with Thomas. It wasn’t always business though. You’d ask Tommy to create some sort of extravagant scenario that would act as a proper excuse for you to not be able to go out with Oliver.

But as far as Tommy goes, you thought he’d understand, as he knew the numerous times you’ve asked him to be around you when there was a chance to run into Oliver. Tommy knew you preferred him over Oliver, right? That the reason you always wanted him to be around was because he was the one who made you feel safe and happy?

“So, Y/N, Tommy’s been really pushing it these days hasn’t he? Always working, day n night?” Oliver said as you walked together down an emptier street near the Garrison.

“Well... yea but business is business. It doesn’t sleep, can’t rest. It’s always daytime somewhere,” you explain getting irritated that he was directing an insult towards your boss.

“He shouldn’t be working you like that, Y/N. Does that man have no respect towards women?”

You stayed silent knowing very well Tommy treated you like a Queen and listened to every word you’ve ever uttered. Awake and when you were asleep.

“Honestly, why do you stay to work for him? That is no man who will help you in your future. He’s wasting your time Y/N,” Oliver clicked his tongue and looked down at his feet sinking through the dirty gravel on the street.

“Let’s have a drink,” you suggested looking up towards the pub. Your own safe place. Oliver nodded and you headed in as he held the door open to you. You didn’t like having the attention of other men around you, other than Tommy. God when would this be over. Hopefully after a drink and a smoke he’ll decide that this gathering was enough for the day. You weren't exactly engaging or laughing along with all of Oliver’s jokes anyway. At least that’s what you thought. People always told you you seem like an angel before figuring out your truth, years later when you finally let them in. Maybe you were being too nice to him and you didn’t even notice. Why didn’t you just say no the first time he asked you out?

You seated yourself at one of the wooden tables near the center of the pub, by the booths. Ordering a whiskey for himself and a gin for you, Oliver began conversing you once again.

“I always see you here,” he says trying to catch your eyes as you tried to look everywhere else but his own.

“Yea, I frequent the Garrison when I have time,” you agreed with a nod.

“But you never invite me.”

Well isn’t that enough for you to take a hint?

“The Shelby’s take me after work to cool off.” you say, which wasn't a lie. Every other day Arthur would drag you along with everyone else to his pub.

“Why can’t you come with me?”

“Well I’m here aren’t I?”

Just then Tommy’s familiar cologne wafted over the space as he pulled a chair from the neighboring table and roughly skid it towards your table. He sat himself forcefully between you and Oliver resting his one elbow on the table and his other hand on his knee.

“Don’t worry Mr. Shelby, I just wanted to take out Y/N this afternoon. I’ll bring her back to work,” Oliver faked his confidence in front of your boss.

Tommy cleared his throat, his eyebrows still raised from the moment he sat down.

“Yeh?” He cocked his head, then a moment later closed his eyes and pulled out a cigarette.

“I’m sure you would’ve brought her back to me knowing all the work I make her do,” he laughed at himself placing the cigarette between his lips and clicking his lighter alive. He hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked in his first drag and blew it out in Oliver’s face. You didn’t know what it was but something about the way Tommy was acting was incredibly attractive to you.

“You’re a bad man Mr. Shelby,” Oliver shook his head. “Let the lady enjoy her life aye? You can’t just string along every living woman with your bloody awful family. You're gonna strip her of her future, do you take pleasure in that? .. bastard...”

Hearing him speak was making your blood boil and you could feel your hands itching to tip the table over in Oliver’s direction.

Tommy leaned back in his chair and breathed out another whisp of smoke, waving it in the air nonchalantly.

“Go on, carry on like I’m not here,” he nodded towards you and Oliver. You clenched your jaw trying not to smile as you watched Tommy’s amused expression and glinting eyes trace over the other man. Oliver sighed and downed the rest of his glass.

“Why do you listen to him when you’re not at work Y/N?” Oliver asked you bringing you back to the conversation.

“Because I choose to,” you simply state and shrug.

“Yes but why?” Oliver pressed on, agitation growing on his voice.

You looked over at Tommy who was already looking at you and waiting for your response. His eyes seemed brighter all of a sudden and his lips never looked so inviting in front of the almost stranger sitting across from you. All you wanted was to climb over his lap and kiss him. Escape all questions and just kiss the devil who drove you home every night. The one who yelled and screamed when you weren’t around but sat and listened when you were. The one who couldn’t sleep at night but could when you were in his arms at night.

Tommy knew, he knew very well what you wanted. Just as he always did. He wanted you just the same. But he waited to see what you would do to answer Oliver’s question.

You shook your head and looked back at Oliver. “It’s just a matter of formality. He is my boss at the end of the day.” Tommy smirked as an array of very informal thoughts of you ran through his head.

Oliver finally turned his attention to Tommy who he was trying not to address directly since he came in.

“Do I need your permission to go out with your employees Mr. Shelby?” He hissed and grit his teeth.

Tommy looked ahead into the distance and nodded with a frown on his lips but his eyes were laughing.

“Yea, cause she’s not just a fucking employee,” he chuckled and got up from his chair and placed his cap on from his pocket.

“Cmon Love,” he reached out his hand in front of you. You took it exhaling at the familiar feeling of warmth from his skin. The moment you stood he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you close to the side of his taller frame.

“We’ve got work to do,” he told Oliver as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“O fuckin hell,” Oliver called out cursing at Tommy.

“Fuck off,” Tommy snarled waving his arm at Oliver and pulling you away.

***

When you walked out of the Garrison you impatiently escaped from Tommy’s grasp. His eyes widened at the feeling of you getting away but you quickly turned back to him, pulling his face down with your small hands and crashed your eager lips on his. He smiled into your kiss before placing his hands over your cheeks devouring you into him.

Eventually, you pulled away to catch your breath but kept your eyes trained on his.

“You’re a bad man, Mr. Shelby,” you teased watching him lick his lips and roll his eyes.

“And I do bad things,”

You nodded pressing your thumb to his lip, enjoying the tight grip he held you with.

“Do bad things to me,” you whispered as he stared through the barrier of your eyes into your soul. The only thing keeping you from collapsing was his arms holding you up.

“I have no problem doing that,” he smirked pulling you down the street.

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[brohogany]

all my time has been focused on my freedom now why would i join 'em when i know that i can beat 'em now? they put their words on me, and they can eat 'em now that's probably why they keep on tellin' me i'm needed now they tried to box me out while takin' what they want from me i spent too many years living too uncomfortably making room for people who didn't like the labor or wanted the spoils, greedy, selfish behavior now let me give it to you balanced and with clarity i don't need to turn myself into a parody i don't, i don't do the shit you do for popularity they clearly didn't understand when i said "I Get Out" apparently my awareness like keanu in The Matrix i'm savin' souls and y'all complainin' 'bout my lateness now it's illegal for someone to walk in greatness they want the same shh, but they don't take risks now the world will get to see it's own reflection and the anointed can pursue their own direction and if you're wrong and you're too proud to hear correction walk into the hole you dug yourself, fuck a projection see me in my freedom taking all my land back they sent a lot against me thinking I'd just stand back i got my legs beneath me, i got my hands back a lot of people sabotaged, they couldn't stand that i turned the other cheek, i took blow after blow there's so much crisis in the world 'cause you reap what you sow when you keep what you know is meant for someone else the ditch you dig for them, you might just end up in yourself i'm in the secret place, i keep a sacred space they keep showin' their hands, but keep hidin' their face if i'm a messenger, you block me then you block the message so aggressive, the world you made is what you're left with pride and ego over love and truth is fucking reckless y'all niggas got a death wish, the stupid leaves me breathless “nobody” verse by beloved elder sista master teacher lauryn hill (song by big brotha elder soothsayer nas)

[96thdayofrage]

‘This Isn’t Wakanda’: Suspected White Supremacist Reporter Has Racist Meltdown Over Black People At Country Music Awards Show

White Reporter Has Racist Meltdown Over Black People At The CMT Awards | NewsOne                                                                                                      

Howley is the white random who shows up to the cookout and says, "Hey, I dig that funky groove. Is this new?" when "September" eventually comes up on the playlist.

Patrick Howley is a right-wing reporter you wouldn’t know or follow unless you’re a person who thinks falling in a mud hole counts as a bath and you still get upset because your high school Klan robe doesn’t fit anymore.

Patrick Howley is racist as hell, and he demonstrated that racism when he complained about all the Black people who attended this year’s CMT Music Awards.

“I don’t know who this Black guy is who’s hosting it. It’s supposed to be country music,” Howley whined.

First of all, the fact that Howley doesn’t know who actor Anthony Mackie is lets us know off rip that he lives in a mayo-on-wonderbread world of caucasified spiceless-ness and washcloth averseness that no one who prefers the Electric Slide to white people’s stiff-a** line dances would want anything to do with.

Anyway, here’s more from the “journalist” who is apparently big mad there were no “whites only” signs posted at the CMT Awards entrance.

“No offense. I mean, y’all have Hip Hop and basketball. You know what I mean,” Howley continued, apparently oblivious to the existence of white rappers and Caucasian people who frequently stumble onto a basketball court. ”

Howley then transitioned into a racist blaccent that, like the racist blaccents of most white men, really just sounds like a lazy Foghorn Leghorn impersonation.

“The melanated people invented country music!” Howley howled as he mocked Black people for simply pointing out that there’s virtually no aspect of American pop culture that white people created. “We was making country music in Wakanda before Johnny Cash and Merle Haggard done stole the Black man’s country music!”

Howley then complained that the Black hosts were “so angry”—just before expressing his anger at the very existence of Black people in what he clearly considers to be a white space.

“There were so many Black people there,” he said. “Sorry to say, but so many Black celebrities who have nothing to do with country music and it’s like—why?”

So, obviously, this “journalist” who likely wonders how nooses got such a bad rap doesn’t know anything. If he did, he’d know there’s nothing uncommon about celebrities attending and hosting award shows that fall out of their respective genres and mediums. Actors have hosted the Grammys. Late show hosts have hosted the Oscars. White artists have attended and won BET and NAACP awards. Non-Rock and Roll artists have been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

But none of that matters because Howleys howling white tears have nothing to do with the CMTs. He’s just uncomfortable seeing so many Black people where he doesn’t think they belong. Howley is just a white supremacist doing what white supremacists do.

But worry not good people—Howley likes Black music too.

“No disrespect to the funky brothers,” he continued. “I love Earth Wind and Fire, Run DMC, etc. But country music’s different. Country music’s different.”

Funky brothers? Why does Howley’s brand of bigotry make him sound like he just got through binging Good Times for the first time and now he’s brushing up on what white people thought AAVE was back in 1970? Howley sounds like every middle-aged white man who can’t wait to run into the one or two Black men he knows so he can say, “Hey, should brotha, give me five on the Black hand side” unironically.

Also, please—Howley couldn’t identify an Earth Wind and Fire or Run DMC song if the lyrics were printed on the back of a “white lives matter” protest sign. Howley is the white random who shows up to the cookout and says, “Hey, I dig that funky groove. Is this new?” when “September” eventually comes up on the playlist.

He’s white, he’s racist and he’s clearly butthurt about Black people being wherever we want to be.

With all due disrespect, die mad, Howley.

[nightwingvixen23]

Dick : *walking into Wayne manor*

Dick : *hears laughter coming from the living room*

Dick : *finds Jason and Roy laughing it up on the couch*

Dick : *takes into account the two bottles of Tequila on the coffee table and variously colored shot glasses*

Dick : where’s Bruce ? 

Jason : AYE ! LOOK WHO’S BACK ! IT’S SEXY ASS !

Roy : HEEEY ! MR.SEXY ASS !

Dick : *rolling his eyes* that’s Mr.Sexy Ass Officer to you two

Jason : daaaamn girl, kinky

Roy : *holding his wrists out* officer, i’ve been naughty as hell. please. cuff me then ride the shit out of me

Jason : *laughing too hard*

Dick : I’m gonna ask again. where’s Bruce. doesn’t this sort of drunken party usually happen hidden away in the Lounge Room ?

Jason : *head lolling back* yeeeaaah but B is outta Gotham for a few days, an’ Alfred ain’t around, he’s on vacay visitin’ some folks er some shit. soooooo, I mean damn, why not bring the “drunken party” to the livin’ room?

Jason : *takes another shot* 

Jason : *glares at Dick* AND I AIN’T FUCKIN’ DRUNK for yer info ! I’m tipsy. NOT drunk. I can handle my liquor

Dick : mkay. 

Roy : join us, Dickie

Dick : god. i don’t wanna drink with you dumbasses, who knows what i’ll be roped into....but it has been a stressful week, and, i feel the peer pressure

Dick : *taking a seat across from them*

Jason & Roy : *cheering happily*

Jason : *pours Dick a shot* here ya go, Luscious

Dick : *takes the shot*

Roy : *already holding out another for him* here ya go again, Tasty Vixen

Dick : whoa, already again ??? I haven’t even recovered from the first shot ! slow down shit

Jason : lightweight ass

Dick : no. I’m just not an avid drinker like you two

Roy : *nudging the shot impatiently towards Dick*

Dick : *takes the shot*

Jason : *holding up another*

Dick : shit. stop. what are you trying to get me wasted or something ?

Roy : *smirks at Jason*

Jason : *smirks back*

Jason : *sarcastically* noooo baby, I’d never do that to yoooou. especially with Roy here. what ever on EARTH would we dooo ?? a THREEsome ??? ewwww. . . .

Roy : *just as sarcastically* OMG ! groooosssss. . .

Dick : get me lit enough and it just might happen

Jason & Roy : *hopeful little puppies clumsily pouring more shots for Dick*

Dick : NO ! STOP ! I WAS KIDDING !!

Roy : don’t just go messin’ with my soul like that baby

Jason : yeah. shit, doll. got a mother fucker all excited’n shit....damn.

Dick : hm. sounds like a personal problem to me

Jason : *stares offensively for a second before sitting back dramatically and crossing his leg*

Dick : *sensing some bullshit coming along*

Jason : got a question for ya, sweetcheeks

Dick : oh yeah ? and what’s that ?

Jason : why you not lemme smash ??

Dick : . . .

Dick : excuse me. but what ?

Jason : why you won’t lemme hit it an quit it ??? 

Dick : *blinking*

Jason : ejaculate and evacuate, rock your box and then change the locks, shoot my jizz and then out I is-

Dick : yeah yeah I fucking GET it !

Jason : then if ya get it, darlin’ *leans forward* why haven’t ya lemme in ??

Dick : excuse yourself but i’m not just some item on a shelf. you can’t just casually pick me up and then take me home. I get to chose who I sleep with as well, and let me tell you something, I don’t just choose anyone

Jason : oh really ? ‘cause I can name at LEAST 6 son’s’a bitches that don’t even PAAAAAAAASS grade A fuckin’ rank in my books

Jason :  NUMBER 1; SLADE Yes I Kill For Pleasure WILSON !!! NUMBER 2; WALLY Horny Ass Air Head WEST !!! NUMBER 3; BRUCE I’m A Brooding Janus-Faced Crackpot With Unresolved Emotional Instability Who Likes to Put Boys In Green Panties And Then Send Them To Their Deaths WAYNE-!!!

Dick : *blushing* OH. MY. GOD. that’s enough Jason. shut up

Jason : *smug as hell* now tha’s what I thought

Roy : whoawhoawhoa 👐 hold the fuck up. you fuckin’ The Bat ?? for real for realz ?

Dick : that’s none of your business

Jason : sure as fuckin’ HELL was MY god damned business every fuckin’ night I heard that headboard hittin’ the wall in B’s room with ya sobbin’ his name like--

Dick : --okaysoumYEAH !! NEXT conversation PLEASE !

Jason : considering the fact that YOU have suuuuch poor selection in dudes....imma ask again *sexy smirk*....why you not lemme smash ??

Roy : yeah dude; knick knack patty whack let my man bone

Dick :

Dick : . . .

Dick : *pours himself another shot*

Dick : *stands up*

Dick : *grabs both bottles of Tequila*

Dick : mkay, this parties been officially canceled due to apparent derangement 

Dick : *leaves the room*

Jason : . . .

Roy : . . .

Jason & Roy : *exchanging glances*

Jason : *gets up and casually saunters after Dick*

Roy : *gets up and casually saunters after Jason*

*Eventually*

Dick : *upstairs* OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM YOU WEIRDOS I’M TRYING TO CHANGE !!!!

Jason & Roy : *getting their drunk asses thrown the fuck out of Dick’s room*

Roy : shit, he really knows how to tease a guy

Jason :  tell me ‘bout it 

Roy : ‘an he took our Tequila

Jason : baby boy really knows how ta hurt a brotha too

Jason : *turns to pound on Dick’s closed door* YER BREAKIN’ MAH HEART, BABY !!

Roy : *starts singing Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart*

Damian : *comes out of his room at the opposite end of the hallway*

Damian : *starts throwing hangers at Jason and Roy*

Jason : DIIIICKIIIIE !! OPEN UP !! WE FORMALLY REQUEST SANCTUARY !!

Roy : YES ! AND WE SWEAR THAT WE WONT TRY AN’ FUCK YOU !

Jason : *looks blankly at Roy*

Jason : . . . .speak for yourself

Damian : *coming at them with a sword and Titus hot on his heels as back up and noble steed* you immmoRAL BASTARDS BETTER KEEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM GRAYSON !!

Jason & Roy : AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH--!!!

Damian : LAY A FINGER ON HIM AND YOU ARE DEAD ! DO YOU HEAR ME ?! D-E-A-D !

*Meanwhile*

Dick : *laying across his bed with his earphones in/sipping Tequila and catching up on Real Housewives*

Dick : Sabrina, you bitch, stop being friends with Kathy, she’s obviously moving in on your hot ass husband; gawd....

#drunk jay #drunk roy #let mah man smaaaash #drunk ass jay and roy basically #THIS IS A FUCKING WREEEECK #messy ass jay is my jam #i like my jay messy #jaydick #roydick #roy harper #arsenal #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #when bruce is away #BruDick #bruce wayne #batman #birdflash #sladedick #Titus

[heknewwhoyoureallyare]

In this world there is always two type of guys. An Alpha and a Beta. My name is Jimmy and I’m a beta. This is what I look like:

I have this friend, well sort of, we are roommates. His name is Alaric, Our lives are both miserable, but while I have normal people problems like having trouble loosing weight, having low self esteem, can’t get a girlfriend, have a low paying job which led to difficulties paying the bills, and I have no social life (because I spend to much time playing video games). My roommates have Alpha problems, like how to snatched away the company that his big brother has inherit from their father, how to destroy his competitions in his work field, and how to create his own personal brand in his social media account and gain more followers, which in all honesty he already have plenty of. Oooohhhh and he looks like this:

The only reasons that I said that we are sort of friends its because, it’s true that Alaric and I are roommate, and sometime we talked to each other, during dinner while watching televisions, (right before I go back to my video games). It’s because we couldn’t be anymore different from each other. I’m a nerd and he’s a jock. I came from a lower middle class family, and he’s an old money rich. I have confidence issue and he has to much confidence. I am a follower and he is a natural born leader. I am a good person and Alaric is well Evil. He doesn’t bully me or anything but the thing that he told me especially about the stuff that he do to the people that he hates is extremely shocking and twisted. This guy has everything that he needs and yet his heart is full of nothing but hatred and envy! His minds are full of plots and evil schemes. So one time I took it upon myself, (because I’m a good person), to decide to become an Alpha for once and teach Alaric a lesson! A moral lesson! I snooped around his bedroom, when he’s not at home and I open his laptop. In there I found a file that are filled with his evil plans to take down his big brother and snatched away their father’s company from him. Since I’m a good person, and I’m learning to become more of an Alpha for once, I took the initiative to delete this file. I hope that this action will give him a signal to stop what he’s doing. After I delete this file that are full of his evil plots and schemes towards his perfect older big brother, I also found his other files that are filled with his collections of videos, but not just any videos. His porn videos collection, his forced role play porn videos collections. Not a BDSM videos, but a role play of a beautiful women getting forced to have a sexual intercourse by a guy that almost looks like him, big, strong, tall and has the power to dominate any women that he likes. I feel so disgusted by it, that I decided to deleted this file to, straight away. After he came back, I heard a loud manly scream from his room and when I checked it out, it was Alaric trying to find a file about his plan to destroy his big brother. He asked me where his file has gone, but I replied that I don’t know. He then checked the webcam that he has install in his room (which I am not aware off btw) and saw me deleting everything. He confronted me about this behavior and ask me why would I do such a thing. He thought we were friends. I have no choice but to come clean to him and explained that the reason for me to do this, it’s because I want to teach him a lesson. A moral lesson, about not hurting other people and accept our fate no matter what, without hurting anybody else. He then give me the most evilest glare that I ever seen him in.

And he said, “I trusted you and you have betrayed me! I never hurt you before because I thought we were both at the same side, but apparently, you think that you are better than me, well at least morally anyway. In fact you think you’re better than me so much that you decided to jeopardize my plan for my future and the future of my father’s company and for what? To teach me some big moral lesson? You know what, I will consider you my enemy now, and I will show you what I will do to my enemy especially the one that I think is my equal!” He then packs his bags and left the apartment right away. I was relieved, I thought for a moment there that he’s going to beat me to a pulp and put me in a hospital, but thank God that he doesn’t. Perhaps he was just bluffing, but what does it mean when he said that he consider me as his enemy, that are also his equal. I don’t understand. A couple of months later I have to move out from the apartment that I’m in because someone just bought the ownership of this building and now they want to bulldoze it and turn it into a Mall. Sucks to be me. I have no choice than to go back to my mother’s house and move in back with her. My mother is a very beautiful woman and very faithful to my father, after my father has died. She has never married again. Prim and proper and very religious, she’s always been a very caring woman. This time however I noticed that she has changed:

She dressed in a very sexy way, and there is a certain allure that she has now, that is sort of making me feel uncomfortable, especially as a son. I asked her “Mom, what has changed” and she said “What do you mean?” I asked her again “Why do you dress very sexy now?” And she said “Oooohhh I’m just very anxious for you to meet my new lover that’s all...” I was shocked when I heard her say the ‘L’ word. I thought she’s going to be loyal to my Dad until she passed away. I asked her immediately who is her new Lover, and how many lovers has she had in the past, and she said “Oooohhh calm down honey, this is the first lover that I ever had after your Dad has passed away, he’s very sweet, he’s always helping me around the house when I’m alone! In fact he’s here right now. Would you like to meet him?” I said “Yes”, and a couple of minutes later I heard a familiar voice saying “Hello Son!” And guess who showed up.

It was Alaric. I freaked out and I get angry. I wanted to attack him but he’s stronger than me. My Mom started to try and stop me and asked me what has gotten into me, and I told her everything, about the apartment, the files, the threats everything! My Mom asked him if this is true of which he deny everything. He said that he had never met me once in his life. At that moment, I just realized something, I have no proof to back my claimed up. I don’t even have any social media, to stalked him to. I only know that he has a lot of followers because he has showed me his social media account once. My Mom said maybe the reason why I’m so angry it’s because I haven’t gotten to know him very well, so she decided to give us some quality alone time together. When my Mom leave the room, Alaric started to smirk at me, and said “So what do you think? I told you that I will start treating you like the enemy that I consider equal!” I replied “Alaric please this has come to far, you have to leave my Mother alone! She’s innocent! This is between you and me!” He said “I don’t give a shit! I will destroy everything that you love and you hold dear, just like you did to me, and I will teach you about some big moral lesson about life, and you will start thanking me for it! You even have to start calling me Daddy!” I asked him again “Wait what do you mean? What do you mean that I have to start calling you Daddy?” He said “Your mom and I has gotten engaged!” I replied “Wait What? What do you mean? How? When?” He then smirked again and said “a couple of days ago, it took me a while to seduce her, but she finally gives in. It’s seems that after your Father has died and you have moved out from her house, she has become very lonely. I just have to fucked her once and showed her what she has been missing with, and she couldn’t say no to me ever since!” I asked him “Wait What? You did what?” In which he replied “Yeah you heard me. I fucked your mom! It was the Greatest Fuck that she ever had, she even said that I’m a better fuck than her late husband! Your Father! We Fucked, and we fucked, and we fucked. Sometime we fucked without condom, and I cream pied her a couple of times and we recorded it! We also did that role playing thing that you hate so much from my Laptop. Where she pretend to be this weak innocent woman and I came in to her house and have my way with her and there is nothing she can do to stop me! Yeah we did that!” At this point I don’t know what to say anymore. He then continued by saying “If you ever try to do something funny again to me, and jeopardize my plan for my future, I will post your mom videos to the internet and the world will know what a whore your mother really is!!! Peace out Brotha!!!

I was very angry at him, I tried to taught him a lesson, a good moral lesson in the past and this is how he repaid me. The next couple of days things has gotten really worse. Every night, I couldn’t stop hearing my mother’s voices moaning and groaning in her room while screaming Alaric name over and over again “Oh Alaric, That’s it! YOU are so good! Don’t Stop, Don’t Stop!” She even can’t stop stroking his ego “Oooohhh Alaric you are such a Man! A Big Man!!! A Strong Man! You are much stronger than my first husband!”. I can’t believe she said that! These voices can last for hours and hours. I sometime wonder when will they finally get some sleep! Alaric then take his revenge a step further by starting to wear my father’s clothes and smoke his cigars!

My Mothers even allowed it. Everyday she can’t stop talking about how Alaric is going to be my Stepfather someday! A good Stepfather, even though, she knows that he’s about the same age as I am. I always get angry at her and I tried to talked him out of this, but he refused to listened. He just smirked and continue to do his thing. One time I get a text message from my mom’s phone saying that she needed me in the beach near the house and when I get over there well, guess what I found.

Alaric having his dick sucked at the beach by my mom, in public. No one was there but I guess he just wanted me to see how much control that he has over me and my mom! He texted me using my mom’s phone while he’s getting a blowjob from my mom at public places. Just so that I can see this thing. I can’t stand this anymore, I almost went crazy. I begged Alaric to stop punishing me because of what I did in the past, of which he replied to me“I only wanted to teach you a lesson!” And when I asked him what the lesson that he wanted to teach me, he simply replied with “Never try to teach an Alpha anything, especially about Life, cus he might schooled you on what real life really is!” And just like that I realized that I should never overstep my boundaries by teaching an Alpha anything.

[salt-warrior]

WHEN EARTH TURNS TO ASHES

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Chapter Eleven: Little Miss Independent

"Stop beating yourself up, Crown." Thorne shoved in another bite of waffles, boysenberry jam staining his lips purple as he did so. "It's not your fault that you're the nosiest person on the planet and she hates herself. Get over it."

Kai rolled his eyes. Thorne was a great friend; he was always there for Kai no matter what. But he was the worst at giving sane advice or motivational speeches. "It just wasn't my business."

"You really should have gone into journalism," Thorne said, his words slurred by the food in his mouth. Kai looked down, his heart heavy at the comment.

When Kai had been young, he had wanted to do nothing more than write, and his mother had encouraged that. His father had even been fine with the whole idea, even if it meant that Kai would not go into the family business. All of it had changed when Kai's mother had died. Kai stopped writing—stopped doing most things he loved. It was too painful.

"Yeah," Kai muttered. "I should have."

"Anyways," Thorne waved his fork erratically through the air, nearly spraying Kai with blue jam. "You need to just rip the bandaid off. Show her that you care— more than you should if you ask me–" Kai glared. Thorne sighed. "She really needs someone on her side, even if she thinks she's little-miss-independent."

Kai looked down into his mug, completely empty except for small flakes of chocolate. It wasn't that Kai didn't want to talk to Cinder—quite the opposite, really. He just didn't want to scare her away. He would never be able to forgive himself.

"It's just, there's something dark about her. She's hiding something," Kai remarked.

"Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious. I don't think I ever would have figured that one out on my own." Thorne threw his arms around his head in exasperation, before ticking off fingers. "I mean, she freaks every time someone calls her by her given name, she had a sister that died while they were alone together and no one will say how it happened, and everyone she once knew hated her. I wonder what that girl has to hide."

"Okay, okay!" Kai drummed his fingers anxiously across the square table. "I'm only thinking out loud, no need to go ballistic."

Scraping chunky jam out of a plastic container, Thorne rubbed it lovingly across the last of his waffles. Kai watched, nose scrunched in disgust. Kai hated berries. They were just too sour, too mushy, and left the back of your tongue scratchy. They were gross.

Thorne smothered whipped cream on top of his creation, practically drooling all over it. "Oh, hey, I almost forgot. Did you learn anything from the Principal or that Chris girl?"

"Cress," Kai said quickly, his palms growing sweaty.

"What?" Thorne looked up, confusion scrawled across his fair features.

"Her name is Cress, not Chris." Kai clarified, his cheeks heating up as he babbled. "And your incredible timing stopped me from learning anything really important, so thanks for that."

An impish grin came across Thorne's face, and Kai knew what he was thinking. If ultra-red was a color, then ‘Kaito Crown's face when talking about pretty girls’ could have been the crayon for it. "Yes, she was cute, but not my type, so please don't ask."

"Ah," Thorne slapped a hand dramatically across his heart. "I would never suggest anything of the sort. I know how attached you are to your hot angel." Thorne quirked an eyebrow devilishly.

"Well, what were you going to ask, then?" Kai grumbled, turning his blazing face down. He hadn't much thought about Cress, considering that she had a mysterious past with the girl he was fighting for. He didn't know if Cress had been a positive or negative factor in Cinder's life, which therefore made her hard to look at in any other way than a source of information.

Thorne played around with his fork before answering, "Well, you must have found out something new. Even the tiniest bit of news. I mean, unless you're hiding it from me." Thorne grinned wickedly, and Kai cursed himself mentally. "You're a terrible liar, Crown."

"Okay, fine. I just feel guilty about the whole thing." Kai rubbed his palms against his sleepless eyes. "When I went to talk with Cress, she told me that Selene—Cinder—kept a bunch of secrets." Kai paused, gauging Thorne's face. He looked almost bored, which send a stab of agitation through Kai.

"And?" Thorne pressed on impatiently.

Kai sighed. "And she told me that Cinder lied about what happened to her mom. Even her records don't have the truth; I would know. The nurses told me that Sel– Cinder's mother was put into prison when she was only six, but apparently that's not true."

Thorne motioned impatiently for Kai to continue, but Kai shrugged his shoulders. Thorne huffed. "What actually happened to her mother?"

"Well, I would know if it weren't for your incredible timing." Kai leaned forward in his seat, glaring at Thorne.

"Hey! You told me to call the second the girl woke up. You can't blame me for a job well done," said Thorne defensively.

Kai threw his body back in his seat, feeling exhausted. He was used to getting a solid eight hours of sleep, but that had gone out the window ever since the accident. It was starting to wear on him. "I know, Thorne. And thank you for being there, it meant a lot."

"It better have." Thorne folded his arms across his chest defensively. "That girl of yours is not an angel."

A chuckle escaped Kai, earning a glare from Thorne. "She's a piece of work!"

"She's not easy," Kai admitted, thinking back on his only encounter with a conscious Cinder. She was different than anyone Kai had ever met, one moment rageful and fiery, and in the next small and pitiable. It was hard for Kai to feel anything but compassion for someone who had clearly suffered much. She had fought her whole life, never leaving her enough time to feel peace or love.

There was something so terribly sad about the fact that Cinder couldn't understand why Kai would save her. She was just a girl—not a woman, but a girl—and she needed at least one person on her side. If that one person was Kai, then he would be one damn good cheerleader.

"Why was she so mad at you in the first place? What did you say to her?" Kai asked, recalling the phone call and Cinder's brief acknowledgment to Thorne's visit. "She seems to hate you even more than me."

Thorne waved his hand as if swatting a fly. "Oh, you know. Some women just can't take no for an answer is all."

"Carswell, please tell me you did not flirt with her the second she woke up. She nearly burned to death!" Kai exclaimed, imagining all of the terrible puns and flirtatious jokes Thorne could have made.

"Oh, don't get your panties in a wad." Thorne rolled his eyes. "I was perfectly pleasant as always."

"No wonder she hates me so much," Kai grumbled to himself. "I unleashed you on her, and now she's probably frightened to death! She's only nineteen, Thorne."

"And I'm only twenty-two." Thorne countered.

Kai put his head in his hands, his face flushing with embarrassment and... was that jealousy? How could Kai be jealous that Thorne had tormented a girl with his flirtations, or was it the fact that Thorne was able to flirt with her?

Thorne seemed to read Kai's face like a book. He leaned forward teasingly, his voice sing-songy. "Ooh, is Kaito jealous? But of what, may I wonder?" Thorne rested his cheek in his hand, looking like a gossiping school-girl. Kai had hardly ever wanted to hit him more.

"Not jealous." Kai got out through his teeth. "I just don't want you messing with her. She's been through enough."

"Sure, sure." Thorne tossed the words around teasingly. "Anyway, she's not my type. I've always had a thing for gingers. Those devil's wenches. I was thinking about asking out the other nurse."

Kai ignored this, knowing as well as anything that Thorne preferred blondes. Thorne had only ever been out with one redhead, and that date had not been his best.

"I just don't know what to do," Kai whined, getting back on track. Whenever Thorne was involved in a conversation things always got out of hand.

"Go talk to her. She's had a night to think things through and realize that she was rude and irrational. Appeal to your gentler side; women like that."

Kai wrinkled his nose, deciding that was enough advice for one day. It was true that Cinder had been given plenty of time to think things over and decide how she felt. It was unfair of Kai to shove so much information on her all at once. He would be slower, more patient and gentle this time.

"Thanks, Thorne," Kai said, standing from his seat and sliding his body into his coat.

"Anything for my brotha," Thorne winked, throwing out a fist.

Kai bumped Thorne's fist with his own, twisting it and then spinning his fingers before he walked away and out of the café.

***

"How are you doing today, Cinder?" A nurse with vibrant blue braids practically skipped into the room, carrying a tray with milk, chocolate pudding and something that resembled oatmeal. Cinder tried not to wrinkle her nose. At least this nurse had called her by her preferred name.

The first nurse that Cinder had met had been curvy and dark-haired. She had called Cinder 'Selene' so many times that Cinder had yelled for her to stop. The second nurse hadn't spoken at all to Cinder, except to ask her the rudimentary questions, though that may have been the night-shift speaking.

"Fine." Cinder commented, not in the mood for conversation. There was a TV going on in the background, but Cinder had only glanced at it for a few seconds before growing bored. She would much rather be reading a book. Those at least didn't make her eyes burn and head throb.

The room was plainly furnished, with the bed in the center of the room, the said TV across from the bed, and a small plastic chair beside the bed for visitors.

"I brought your breakfast, and your medicine. Now that you're awake, we want to start you on oral medication and ween you off your IV so you can go home." The nurse placed the tray on the over-bed table. "I'm Iko, by the way."

Cinder ignore the last part. "Wasn't I in a medically induced coma? Why didn't they just keep me awake and give me my medication like a normal person?" Cinder questioned, her words tinged with agitation.

"It's part of the treatment," Iko said, her voice cool but firm. She was not a woman to be messed with. "People heal better while sleeping, and this particular treatment can be tricky."

Iko moved around the bed to shift Cinder into an upright position. She fluffed the pillows, and smoothed down the blankets in an affectionate fashion. Cinder almost felt guilty for being so bitter toward such a kind person.

There was something reassuring about Iko's presence. Cinder relaxed her shoulders, not realizing how tense she had been. She had been putting up a mask for so many years; it was nice to let it down, even for a second.

"Take these," Iko handed Cinder a small cup with an assortment of colored pills. Cinder put them all in her mouth at once, washing them down with a chug of milk that made Cinder almost gag. She had never been fond of dairy products, but she didn't want to be a snob.

The nurse seemed to dance around Cinder's bed, fixing monitors and IV bags, changing the lighting, turning the volume down on the TV. She appeared to know exactly what Cinder needed the most to make her comfortable. It was an odd sensation, to be cared for. Cinder hadn't experienced anything of the sort in too many years.

After seeming to finish with her practicality, Iko settled down in the plastic chair next to Cinder's bed. She clasped her hands daintily in her lap and smiled at Cinder. Only then did Cinder begin to marvel at the ageless quality Iko possessed. Her dark skin was clear and unblemished, her golden eyes bright, yet wise, and her blue braids gave her spunk.

"So," Iko smiled teasingly. "You seem to have a couple of male admirers. I hope that I'm not stepping the line when I ask you which one would happen to be your lover."

That took Cinder aback. Her shoulders tensed, and while normally she would have been agitated, or even mad with such an assumption, all Cinder could manage was a laugh. And laugh she did; big, ugly, loud laughing that shook the bed and caused the heart monitor to race.

Iko stared at Cinder in astonishment, and looked nearly appalled when Cinder began to cough and choke. She stood from her seat, placing a hand over Cinder's chest and muttering about smoke inhalation.

"You thought–" Cinder coughed, unable to control her laughter, "–that I was–" A wheezing began at the back of Cinder's throat. "–with one of those stupid–"

"Hey, hey," Iko was practically yelling at Cinder. "Stop with that, or you'll stop breathing soon enough. Hey!" Iko grabbed Cinder by the shoulders, trying to calm her.

Cinder stopped laughing, though it was gradual. She coughed once more before regaining her composure and staring at her befuddled nurse. "I'm okay." Cinder wiped at her eyes, though no tears had escaped. That was odd.

"I'm sorry," Cinder whispered, her voice hoarse. "It's just, I've never met either of those men before. I only know Kai because he saved me and I'm guessing Thorne is the guy that dared him to do it."

Iko softened and looked as if she were about to say something, but someone else, hidden in the shadows, spoke before she could.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I would like to speak with Miss Linh."

#when earth turns to ashes #wetta #a burning world #marissa meyer #tlc #the lunar chronicles #lunar chronicles #tlc fanfiction #kaider fanfiction #linh cinder #selene blackburn #prince kai #emperor kai #carswell thorne #cress darnel #iko #salt warrior stories

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SUMMARY: Canon-divergence post-Purgatory fic where Benny decides to meddle, make Cas feel appreciated and Dean jealous enough for them to pull their heads out of their asses and get together once and for all. AO3 LINK.

On the first morning back from Purgatory, Benny learns that comfort zones are where Dean fails to thrive.

Without any imminent threat to Castiel, Dean is quick to leave addressing him as his ‘angel’ behind. Instead, he slips right back into the authoritative ‘Cas’. Lingering touches shift into brief pats, and intense stare-offs turn into avoidant glances when the other one’s not looking.

Right at the very end, before the three of them had found the portal, the tensions between Dean and Castiel were so high that, if he’d left them alone for longer than ten minutes, Benny had half-expected to return to them fucking in a tent.

How they’d gone from that to this, in just a matter of days, beats him.

Either way, if he’s learned anything about them throughout these past couple of months, it’s that both of them are idiots in love. They’re wasting their time pining for each other, when they could be spending it together. It’s only Dean who seems to engage these in self-sabotaging behaviors, and right when he’s at the cusp of having everything that he’s ever wanted.

As he watches the two bicker over unwashed dishes, like a married couple does, Benny takes a sip of his coffee and smirks into the mug. He knows he ain’t much, but he’s a solid meddler. If he can get Dean back to feeling like Castiel being here’s not a guaranteed thing, he thinks he can get him to act on his feelings.

“Game on, brotha.”

1. Benny.

Benny’s in the kitchen when he hears them come back from the case.

Sam’s still unhappy that he’s allowed to stay in the Bunker, even if it’s for a couple of days, but Dean was very firm about it not being up for negotiations. They’ve found a compromise in not letting Benny join them on the hunts. Sam doesn’t trust a vamp, and Benny’s alright with that.

“Benny!” Dean’s voice cuts through the Bunker, loud and clear. “We’re back.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He responds from the other room, taking a couple of minutes to join them by the map table.

He’s carrying two cups of hot tea with him, and he walks over to Castiel’s right, placing one cup in front of himself and the other in front of the angel.

Both Dean and Cas seem to be confused at the gesture, and they’re sporting a matching frown to prove it. Okay, so maybe he’s decided to go a bit bold right at the start, but he’s only got a week so he has to skip a couple of steps.

“Dean said somethin’ about you likin’ honey. I found this guy who’s willin’ to deliver me some top-notch raw one, straight from the honeycomb.” Benny explains. “I reckon it should be good.”

The atmosphere in the room feels awkward for a couple of more seconds. Not a sound is to be heard, but for Castiel’s uncertain “Um.” The angel picks up the cup to taste the honey-laced tea, and all eyes seem to be at him.

Benny can sense Dean brimming with nervous energy.

“I know you don’t drink tea, so I figured you wouldn’t want any. But if ya want—“

“No, no. That’s…it’s fine.” Dean finishes instead of him.

“This is very good, Benny. Thank you.” Castiel offers, once he’s done with the tasting.

“Good. That’s good.” Benny responds with a soft smile. “I know nothin’ about honey, but I wanted to do somethin’ nice. Despite our differences, you had my back in there. So. Thank you.” He finishes, making sure that the expressed gratitude holds enough gravity.

Dean shifts uncomfortably from across the table and Castiel gives him one of those soft smiles he’s only ever seen Dean receive, so he counts it a win. Dean takes notice of it as well so he counts it as a double win.

“Anyway—“ Benny goes on to change the subject. Go easy on him, he thinks. He wants to shake Dean up a bit, but has to be careful not to frighten him completely away. “—Did you take care of that vamps’ nest?”

“It was challenging to track them down at first, but once we found them they didn’t put up much of a fight. I don’t expect for any remains of the nest to not taken care of.” Castiel explains, lowering the cup down to the table.

“Nice.” Benny takes a glance at Dean’s disheveled appearance. A cut here and a blooming bruise there, and then he looks at the angel. Castiel looks like he hasn’t even broken a sweat, taking on those vamps. “You look great for someone who’s just taken down a nest.” He points out, directing the observation at Castiel in particular.

It’s quite entertaining, if you ask him, watching the angel squirm. Castiel clears his throat, clearly picking up from Dean that something’s odd about this exchange, and Benny can almost see the gears shifting in his head as he tries to figure out what a proper response to this situation would be. They haven’t been exactly friendly in Purgatory, and Benny’s mostly used whatever time off from killing they had to tease him mercilessly. He figures this newfound gratitude and exchange of pleasantries between them must be weird as heck.

“Ooo-kay.” Dean is the first one to point it out. “I think I’m gonna go get a shower, now.”

“Yeah, alright, man. Cas here can tell me the rest of the details.”

“Cas?” Dean quirks a brow, not addressing the angel, but rather Benny’s usage of the nickname. Instead of acknowledging that there’s something odd about it and responding, Benny dives straight into questioning Castiel about the case until he hears Dean disappear in the background.

2. Dean.

On his way from the shower, Dean feels off. He knows well enough that it’s got something to do with Benny and Cas, but when he tries to rationalize his feelings, he doesn’t really have a reason to feel wrong about their exchange.

Two of his best friends are getting along, Benny’s given up on the teasing, he’s engaging with Cas, they’re having civil conversations and being nice with each other. It’s good. It’s what he wanted all along, right?

He runs the towel through his hair and enters the room, only to find Cas and Benny leaning into each other and laughing over something they’re discussing.

“I don’t remember there being anything that funny about the case.” He blurts out thoughtlessly, and where the hell did that come from? “Unless you’re talking about decapitation. Then I kinda get it.” Dean attempts to recover.

“Nah, brotha. Cas was just telling me his buddy up there –“ Benny points up with his face. “Benjamin, right?” Cas nods to that. “Here I was, thinking the angels are uptight, but turns out they just have a different social custom there. Once you get into it, they actually have a solid sense of humor.”

“It is true, Dean.” Castiel deadpans and Dean finds him endearing for being as socially inept as ever.

“Alright, you two. Wanna share and elaborate, maybe?” Dean asks, hating the way light annoyance tints his voice. Why does he sound like that? Like a—jealous…thing. Person. Whatever.

“It’s not of import.” Cas says. “I never would have brought it up if Benny hadn’t asked what my favorite things about Heaven are.”

Dean feels something squeeze tight around his heart. He’s never even thought of asking him that. He didn’t even know about this Benjamin, who was apparently among Cas’s favorite people. Hell, he’s been so self-centered that he assumed Cas didn’t even have anyone besides them.

He wants to say that Cas’s favorite things can’t be irrelevant, and they aren’t to him, and that he wants to know. Benny’s faster on the draw.

“I beg to differ. If it’s making you smile like that, it’s important.” Benny drawls, and for a good measure presses a brief touch against Cas’s forearm. Dean feels his stomach lurch at the sight.

It’s even worse that Cas looks all shy and grateful for that declaration, and it makes Dean want to jump out of his skin and put at least five feet of distance between them.

Dean must’ve been glaring daggers, because there’s a sudden shift in the way Cas holds himself. Like a reprimanded child, he moves back from where he was leaning into Benny, and looks worriedly at Dean.

Dean pretends not to notice.

“Sam arrived while you were showering. He said he’ll go sort through the archive. I should go and help him.” Cas gets up from the chair and leaves the room somewhat abruptly. Benny doesn’t seem to find anything odd about it. If he does, he’s as good at pretending as Dean.

When they’re left alone, Dean somehow musters up the courage to ask.

“What was that?” he tries to sound casual.

“What was what?” Benny asks, playing dumb. Or maybe he really doesn’t have any idea what Dean’s talking about, and Dean’s embarrassing himself by being paranoid.

“You, being like that. With Cas.”

“Like what, Dean?” Benny asks and leans back into his chair.

“Like…suddenly interested in anecdotes about his life, all thoughtful and appreciative.” Nice, Dean. If it sounded bad in his brain, it sounds even worse coming straight out of his mouth

“You don’t think Cas deserves someone to be thoughtful and appreciate to him?”

“I didn’t say that.” Dean snaps defensively. “You know what, nevermind. I’m gonna go get some rest, my back’s killing me.” Suddenly, he feels twice as tired, his bones twice as weary.

“Sure thing, man.” Benny responds, not pushing. Dean appreciates that, at least.

When he gets into bed, sleep doesn’t come easy.

3. Dean.

When Benny tells him he’s leaving for Louisiana on Sunday, Dean hates himself for feeling relief. He tells himself it’s because his relationship with Sam has become strained due to Dean’s willingness to fraternize with a vampire.

Five more days doesn’t seem that long, until Benny makes sure that it does.

He and Cas seem to be inseparable, and they’re always smiling and doing things.

Benny seems to be right there, all the time. Whatever Cas is doing, he’s itching to offer a hand. Throughout the week, Dean sees them baking together, playing scrabble, discussing lore, watching Our Planet on Netflix…one day he even sees them doing crafts together. Just for fun, Cas says.

On Friday, there’s a Wendigo in Topeka and Cas doesn’t offer to go with him and Sam.

Instead, he asks “Do you need me to join you?” And he phrases it in a way that Dean reads as ‘if it’s not necessary, I’d prefer to stay here, with Benny”.

So, naturally, Dean says “No.” He makes sure not to linger, so he wouldn’t see Cas’s joy upon hearing the words.

It’s nighttime by the time they return to the Bunker, and Benny and Cas are nowhere to be found. Dean makes sure to check the whole place, and if it takes him too long to knock on the doors of either of their bedrooms, no one has to know. No one answers anyway.

He considers texting one of them, and spends at least two hours mulling over the idea, which turns out to be long enough for the pair to come back from wherever they were. Dean hears them speaking in gentle, hushed tones and though a part of him wants to remain hidden behind the wall, so he can listen in on their conversation without being exposed – a stronger part of him propels him forward to interrupt.

“Hey.” He announces himself, and Cas takes a step back from Benny, stopping mid-sentence when he sees him. Dean’s nails dig into his palm. “I was worried about you-” comes right out of his mouth, the honesty and vulnerability of the admission scaring him. “-you didn’t say where you went.”

“Benny wanted to see the planetarium, so he asked if I’d like to come along.” Cas explains, sounding apologetic.

“I happen to know a thing or two about the stars.” Benny chimes in. “Me and my buddies from old nest used to be pirates.”

“You’re a vampirate?” Dean asks, stunned. Benny chuckles.

“Sure, brotha. If that’s how you wanna call it.”

“I learned a lot about the constellations.” Cas joins in and he seems genuinely excited to share this piece of information. Dean thought he already knew everything that’s to know about this universe, so he finds Cas’s claim that he’s learned something new from Benny odd. What if he wants to stroke his ego, what if—

“So you had fun.” Dean clears his throat, barely managing to tear his gaze away from Cas’s. He looks at Benny instead and shuffles his hands around the pockets somewhat awkwardly. He wishes he could be anywhere but here, but also, he thinks if he’s to leave now, something horrible could happen.

Not the ‘someone might die’ kind of horrible, no. Benny wouldn’t hurt Cas, that much he knows. But Benny could…

It’s a different kind of horrible.

“I’m actually pretty wiped.” Benny says instead of responding to Dean’s question, or well, more of a statement. “You two can catch up – I’m gonna go to my room now. And Cas—“

“Yes.” Cas turns to face him.

“Think about my offer. I mean, take your time but…lemme know.” Benny says and leaves it at that.

Cas doesn’t sleep, and that night neither does Dean.

4. Dean.

When Benny leaves, he decides to take the guns out and clean them. Cas decides to keep him company, in silence.

It probably would’ve been a polite thing of Dean to ask more about their little…date, but Dean doesn’t want to know. So he doesn’t ask. And Cas doesn’t tell.

For thirty minutes of muscle memory work, Dean lets this feeling stir within and gnaw at him. It takes him precisely thirty minutes to ask.

“So. Benny made you an offer?”

“He did.” Cas responds, matter-of-factly. He doesn’t seem too keen to elaborate, at least not without Dean’s further prompting. Dean’s far too curious, so he caves in.

“Can I ask what it is?” He sounds vulnerable, even to himself, and he doesn’t like that Cas picks up on it right away.

“He asked me to go with him to Louisiana, on Sunday.”

Dean doesn’t mean to, but he stops dead in his tracks and lowers the gun he’s holding on the table.

“Like…to visit?” Dean asks, unable to form any coherent thought at the moment.

“No.” Cas responds, gaze avoidant, looking down at his lap. He parts his lips, seemingly to offer further explanation, but ultimately decides against it.

The words he doesn’t say speak louder than the ones he does.

Dean swallows the lump in his throat, and he can feel the fear creep up and take roots in his lungs.

“Well, what did you decide?” he dares to ask. He feels anchored to his seat, paralyzed, and at the same time like he’s floating above and looking down at two of them.

“I told him I’d think about it.” Cas admits and Dean wishes he could refrain from reacting, but he flinches at the admission. When Cas does look up at him, he seems to be looking for Dean to say or do something.

But Dean’s left speechless. Because Cas has to think about it. He’s not sure about whether he wants to stay with Dean or leave, and Dean thinks back to ‘I always come when you call. I do everything that you ask.’

He thinks where along the way he’s screwed up so epically that he hasn’t given Cas reason enough to stay, but made him doubt whether this is where he belongs.

And then he looks back at the past week. At how Benny’s greeted Cas in the mornings, made him breakfast and coffee, and asked him about his life; learned things about him that Dean’s never bothered to in all these years. How Benny’s taken time to spend with him, out of the context of their jobs, and made it all about Cas – and how Dean’s never done that.

Of course, Cas thought about leaving. Of course.

“Well.” Dean swallows. “If you think that’s gonna make you happy…then I’m happy for you.”

Dean’s been selfish enough for a lifetime. With Sam, particularly, but everyone else that he’s ever cared about too. He wasn’t going to do that to Cas.

“Thank you, Dean.” Cas says, and Dean sees his shoulders sag. Whether in defeat or relief, because Dean’s green-lighted the decision, he can’t tell.

They don’t talk for the rest of the night.

5. Dean.

After hours of tossing and turning, Dean gives up on trying to fall asleep.

He gets up and gets into the car. He drives to the nearest open store to pick up stuff for an apple pie. It’s 4 AM and he’s baking, because it’s the only way to distract himself from the anxiety settling low in his belly.

Dean recognizes Cas’s steps when he hears them, and realizes then that he’s been making the pie with him in mind. The fact that Cas will be gone tomorrow makes it that much harder to face him, so Dean’s quick to scribble ‘For you. Hope you like it.’ on a sticky note. He leaves it by the baked good before Cas can find him.

When he comes back to the Bunker, he’s that much more certain that Cas has decided to leave. He doesn’t run into him until much later into the day, but finds a matching sticky note right where he’s left one.

‘Thank you, Dean. It was wonderful. I appreciate it.’ It reads, and Dean takes a sharp inhale to hold in, certain that if he allows himself to exhale right away he’ll crumble into pieces.

By the time sun goes down, it hits Dean that in less than twelve hours Cas will be gone and that he’s wasted what last precious moments he’s had with him on running. Panic settles deep in his bones when Cas joins him in the room, for the first time of the day.

“Hey, stranger.” He decides to speak up first. “Haven’t seen much of you today.” Or Benny, he thinks.

“Yeah.” Cas makes an attempt at a smile, but it falls flat.

“Were you out with Benny?” Dean tries not to make a big deal out of it.

“No. I don’t really know where he is. I just thought you would want some space, so I took a walk.”

“Why would I need space?” Dean frowns.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Cas puts it right out there, raw and unfiltered. Should’ve seen that one coming.

“I wasn’t—“ he starts but fails to defend himself because that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Although, not because he needed space. What Dean needed was to come to terms with what was about to happen. He needed to prepare himself because this time he was given an actual notice. A chance to see it coming and get accustomed to it. Other times, when Cas would disappear for days, he usually did so without any warning or explanation, leaving Dean to wonder what had happened. This time, he at least knew. And understood.

“It’s okay, Dean. I know that things are different here than down there.” Cas finishes for him, and he sounds so understanding, so empathetic, and without holding a single grudge against Dean. It’s like he’d take whatever Dean will throw his way, and Dean feels sick.

“What does that mean?” he asks, and sounds defensive about it, but he knows. He may not fully comprehend all that he’s feeling, but he knows some—enough of it, despite having tried so hard and for so long to push it all down.

“I’m not trying to accuse you of anything, Dean. I’m just saying it’s different when we don’t have all kinds of monsters breathing down our necks, and we don’t know if today will be our last day on Earth.”

“What are you talking about? This gig, this life…we never know—“

“You know what I mean.”

Dean’s lips press together, preventing him from speaking any further.

He feels cornered. Cas hasn’t said anything, nothing’s really out there yet, but it kind of is. It’s like they finally acknowledged this elephant in the room between them, with as few words as they could, and Dean doesn’t know how to take a step back from here.

But more importantly, Dean feels ungrateful and he feels like a coward because Cas is right – and he shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t make any difference, this thing.

“I’m going to—“

“Yeah.” Dean gives him a quick nod, seeing Cas drift towards his room after a long moment of shared silence.

6. Cas

Although he doesn’t always understand humans, the things they do, and why they do them, Cas thinks he knows what’s going on here.

When Dean asked him about the answer he’s given to Benny’s offer, Cas doesn’t think he lied when he said he’s thinking about it. ‘Cause he is. He’s been thinking about whether he should stay here, more so than whether he should leave with Benny, ever since the topic came up.

He just failed to mention that when Benny offered, Cas immediately turned him down.

“That’s very generous of you, but I’ll have to politely decline.” He’d said.

“Thought so. Still, I’d like you to think about it for a couple of more days. The offer will stand.” Benny insisted, and Cas listened.

He’s not dumb. He knows what Dean thinks of them. He also knows that’s not what Benny wants from him.

Cas figured that, while initially it was all about pushing Dean to a breaking point and getting him to speak up about his desires, Benny’s intentions transformed. After a while, because he has spent a considerable amount of time with Benny and not all of it was pretending for the sake of provoking Dean, he and Benny did get closer. Although not in a way that Dean thinks, Benny has grown to respect and even like Cas, and he believed that’s at least a part of the reason why he’s asked him to come along.

There’s nothing respectful about the way Cas lets himself be treated, and he knows that.

He sits on the bed of his room in the Bunker, and he thinks how messed up he has to be to know that nothing’s ever going to change, and yet he chooses to stay – hoping that it will. Isn’t that the definition of stupidity?

He considers what it’d be like to allow himself, for once, to seek some finality. To ditch the hope in entirety and make peace with his truth.

If he left, it’d mean that he’s giving himself a chance to move on. He wouldn’t have to wonder anymore/ Wouldn’t feel so helpless, insecure, and stripped down to his very grace every time he’s around Dean. He’d just…know.

He’d make a choice and live with the consequences, whatever they are. It sounds as close to free will as he’ll ever get, and it’s tempting, but it doesn’t feel right.

And if he decides to stray, then what? Does he give himself a time constraint, for how much longer he gets to hope and wait? Or does he accept that regardless of him staying, everything else will remain the same and he’s going to be fine with that?

A knock grips him out of his thoughts, and he pushes himself up from the mattress to open the doors to the bedroom. On the other side, he finds Dean.

“Hey.” Dean says, and Cas doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the way he gets weaker in the knees when he sees him. Once he started falling, he never stopped. Anna was right – all of these feelings that have found their way into every crevice of his being, they were massively beyond those first human experiences he’s had. Nothing could have warned or prepared him for the sheer intensity of loving Dean.

It was a different kind of pain. One as sweet as tempting, and although one didn’t want to be experiencing it, one was too weak to stop. After having heard about enough human experiences, he thought it was comparable to getting rehabilitation for drug addiction.

“Hello Dean.” He manages, unable to look anywhere but at Dean.

Dean doesn’t say anything after that, and Cas doesn’t really know what this is about, so he waits. And he waits.

And then asks.

“Is there something—“

“Stay.” Dean jumps in, and there’s urgency in the way he lets that word spill over.

“What.”

Cas can see him straighten and push his shoulders back. Dean reels in, the same way that he does when he’s expecting a punch.

Dean licks his lips, taking time to draws a sharp inhale before continuing.

“Look, man—“ he stops, then corrects himself. “—Cas.”

“If leaving…if going with Benny’s what you want, then I’m not going to stop you. But…”

Dean looks like he’s struggling to find the words, and Cas has no intent to rush him. He does feel instinctively drawn to lay a gentle touch on him, to offer comfort and reassurance, but he doesn’t.

He waits.

“If you’re looking for a reason to stay, if you need one – I want you to know that I want you to stay.” Dean says, and he looks like he has so much more to add, and he wants to, but this is as far as he can go. For now.

“Okay.” Cas manages after a while.

“Okay.” Dean nods and lets himself exhale as his shoulders sag further down. “That’s…that’s all I wanted to say.”

They both take one long look at each other after that, and then Dean leaves down the hallway and goes to his room.

7. Dean.

Dean doesn’t want to, but he sleeps soundly through the night. The exhaustion from not having rested properly these past couple of days runs him over. He dreams of nothing.

He wakes up abruptly to the clock reading 10:00 AM. That’s two hours after Benny’s planned departure.

He’s up on his feet before he knows it, running to the common room, as though he could catch up with them if he runs fast enough. There’s nothing rational about the way he’s thinking, but he can’t stop moving, can’t stop—

He gets to the map table and Sam and Cas are there, going through the lore, working on a case.

“Morning.” Sam greets him, brows furrowed in response to Dean’s disheveled looks and panicked appearance. Cas just stands there, trenchcoat on as always, nothing odd about him.

“Where’s Benny?” he asks, heart thundering loud against his chest as he grapples to reach full, sane awareness.

“He left.” Cas is the one to respond this time around, and Dean feels lighter than he has in a while.

“He left?” Dean repeats, dumbfounded. “Why didn’t you wake me up to say goodbye?”

“He said he hasn’t seen you sleep this long from the day he’s met you. Quite frankly, neither have we.” Sam offers. “We decided to let you rest. Besides, he said to tell you it’s not a goodbye – it’s just a see you later.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I’ll try to be.” Sam offers.

He’s finally awake enough to make further steps towards the table, and join the two of them in going through the papers scattered across.

“So.” He takes a look at Cas, not yet taking a seat next to them. “You decided to stay.”

“I did. Benny’s offer was nice but this is my home.” Cas pauses for a moment, before adding “It’s where I want to be.”

Dean sees a smile tug on Cas’s lips, and he allows for a matching one to bloom across his own.

“Good. That’s good. I’m glad.” He swallows and breaks the gaze, sitting down to look at the case.

“So get this.” Sam begins. “We have reports of witnesses seeing someone leave the house of the vic, thought they saw pitch-black eyes. Victim is a young male; pathologists say the corpse looks like someone had been gnawing at it…”

“So we’re thinking rugaru?” Dean asks, feeling himself slip into sense of normalcy that he hasn’t even realized to have been missing.

He lets the voices of Sam and Cas carry him through the rest of the case as everything falls back into its place.

#destiel #dean winchester #castiel #benny lafitte #supernatural #destiel fic

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Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs that you would love to get to know better.

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Dream trip: Oh I’m a big traveler so there are sooo many places I want to go. But I haven’t ever been to South America so somewhere lush and non-city in South America would be cool.

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Find a Little Magic

Pt. One of the Runaway Series

Pairing: Pre-Dean/Cas, Gabriel/Meg Rating: Mature Word Count: 6.5K Warnings: Major Character Injury, Graphic De Written For: nickel’s Storytime, AMOK2020 (Day 3), and the new Runaway series. On Ao3

Dean loved working the overnight shift. It was quiet, Dr. Vaugier let him use one of the monitors to watch Dr. Sexy, and honestly, he enjoyed the laid back nature of the job. He absolutely loved what he did for a living, as it was better than what his father had trained him for, but there wasn't much money in the business, and scrubs cost a lot.

"Dean?" Dr. Vaugier came around the corner, and he pulled his feet off of the chair next to him. "Dean, Sam just called. He and Benny are coming in."

"I take it you need me to set up a bed?" Dean pushed himself out of his chair and stretched up, letting out a soft moan as he loosened his limbs.

"Please. And you seriously need to move around more. Don't make me regret letting you have a TV on." She winked and opened the door into the supply room. "Four and Six are open. Your choice."

Dean walked out from behind the desk and headed down the hall to room six. Despite it being further away from his desk, it was closer to where Sam and Benny would bring in their patient. It totally didn't have anything to do with the Doc's comment about him needing to move more.

As he slipped in the room, Dean flipped on the light switch and looked around. He had done a thorough wipe down of the unit when he started the shift. However, the bed still needed to be made up, and depending on the patient's state, he would need to prep for any possible damage to the room.

Dean laid out the sheets, wrapping them around the bed and leaving a pair of pillows on the side. He wasn't sure what form the patient was coming in, so it was always best to make the pillow optional.

A knock sounded on the door, and Dr. Vaugier walked in. "Almost done, Dean?"

"Yeah, Maddie." Dean pulled down a tray out of one of the cabinets, setting it down on a nearby cart. "Did Sam say what we're looking at?"

"Shifted Were, silver-laced buckshot. Sam's fairly certain the Hunter only clipped the wolf, but silver..." Dr. Vaugier, Madison, nodded solemnly. "We'll need to work fast."

A few minutes later, the sounds of the modified ambulance came into earshot, and Dean met the vehicle at the emergency entrance. "Sammy! Benny! Room Six. Let's go!" Dean clapped his hands and almost laughed at the bitchface his brother shot him.

"You know, you could come and help us, Cher," Benny replied as he opened the ambulance doors. "Get this guy inside faster."

"That's why I'm here. Maddie's getting her special gear since I hear we're dealing with silver." Dean walked up to the rear and took one side of the stretcher the Were was on. "How'd you even find out about this guy?"

"His brother was with him. He was able to shift back and call dispatch." Sam hopped out of the back of the ambulance. "The hunter was smart, stood downwind, had injured a deer to attract them." He grabbed the end of the stretcher and helped carry the stretcher. "I told him where to come, but he wanted to go warn the rest of their pack first."

"We have a new pack in town?" Dean stared down at the beautiful black wolf he was helping to carry. "Does Maddie know?"

"Not sure, Cher." Benny shook his head. "Could be a nomadic pack passing through."

The trio carried the litter into room six and carefully shifted the wolf onto the bed. Under the bright lights, Dean had, unfortunately, a better view of extensive damage on the wolf's rear flank. "Holy shit." He carefully ran his hand through the fur and pulled some silver out of the thick coat. "Fuck. Maddie can't work with this. This'll eat right through her gloves and then her skin." He dropped the buckshot into the tray he pulled down earlier. "Did you get this guy's name?"

"Uh... it's something strange." Sam ran his fingers through his hair. "Castle? Casteel? His brother was understandably frantic."

"Cas it is then." Dean grabbed a comb and started pulling it through the wolf's fur. "Sam, go warn Doc that I don't think she should be on this one. Benny, glove up for me?"

Benny nodded as Sam headed out of the room. "Cher, tell me. We gonna be able to save him?"

"You help me out, he'll be just fine." A loud commotion came from outside of the room, and Sam peeked his head in.

"His brother and a couple members of his pack showed up. Madison's going to speak with them, considering she's lead of her own pack, and I'm going to back her up since I helped bring him in. You two gonna be okay?" Sam looked back and forth between Dean and Benny.

"Yes, Sam. You go back up your girl. Benny and I got this." Dean noted the bright blush in his brother's cheeks as he slipped back out of the room. "One of these days he'll actually ask her."

"Doubtful. Wish he would, though. Boy pines after her like a dog whimpers for scraps." Benny gently patted the wolf's neck. "No offense, brotha."

"Don't think he heard you, Benny." Dean closed his eyes for a moment. The amount of fur and blood was making it difficult to find all of the buckshot, and time was of the essence. "Benny, bottom cabinet, closest to the wall, there should be some electric shears in there." He shook his head. "I hate to shave off his fur, but I think his life is more important at this point."

"Agreed, Cher." Benny quickly grabbed the shears, plugging them in before handing them over to Dean. "What you need me to do."

"Get your Vamp on." When Benny stared at him in confusion, Dean clarified. "I mean, be prepared to hold him down. While I know he's unconscious, there's a slight chance he'll wake up. I need you to hold him down, cause he's in too weak of a state to put under."

Benny nodded, and leaned over the wolf, carefully pinning him down to the bed. "You could have just said that first, you know."

"I know." Dean turned the shears on and waited for a moment to see if the wolf - Cas, he reminded himself - would wake up. When there was no movement, other than his chest going up and down in shallow breaths, Dean moved quickly to clear the fur off the injury.

"Dammit, Cher. That looks worse without all that fur." Benny commented, gently running his fingers through the wolf's scruff.

Dean ignored the fact that Benny was right, cursing the asshole that shot the gorgeous Were beneath him. "His breathing is becoming labored, Benny. Get him hooked up to oxygen?" Dean continued plucking out the buckshot he could find. "I may have to use my other skills for this."

"I'm surprised you're not using them already," Benny commented as he slipped the muzzle over the wolf's snout.

"You know I'm all about consent with my powers, Benny." Dean cursed as one of the silver balls slipped out of his grasp. "Fuck. He can hate me later." Dean placed his hand gently on Cas and started speaking an incantation aloud. He felt his power surge through his hand and into the wolf, and then Benny shuffling at his side, most likely to keep the wolf stable.

Dean felt each of the remaining pieces of buckshot push out from under the flesh and skin. His heart broke, as he realized this Hunter was most likely not out for the kill, but to maim and then capture. As the last ball came free and clinked onto the ground, Dean did a quick read of Cas, seeing how much got into his bloodstream.

"Dean?" Benny questioned. "He's startin' to bleed kinda heavy there."

Nodding, Dean refocused his energy, forcing the skin to mend back together. He stumbled backward and would have fallen if it weren't for Benny throwing his arm behind him and catching him. "That's all I can do right now."

"Cher, you've done enough." Benny guided Dean into a chair. "Stay here, I'm gonna go grab Sam, he can help you out. The blood..." He spun his finger around the room, gesturing. "It's getting to me."

"Go, Benny, you're fine. Sam can spare some of his reserves to catch anything I may have missed." Dean slunk down into the seat, removing the bloodied glove off his hand. He carded his fingers through his hair and watched Cas' breathing steady out while waiting for Sam to come back.

"Dean?" Sam stepped into the room and looked at Dean before looking at Cas on the table. "You did use your powers. I thought I felt that." Sam walked up to Dean and pressed two fingers against his older brother's temple before whispering a spell.

A cold surge ran through Dean. "Dude, don't worry about me. It's nothing that a day's worth of sleep can't replenish. Make sure I didn't miss anything on Cas there."

"Yeah, I'm allowed to worry about you too. The patient feels stable, you're about to pass out." Sam sighed and turned to go check on the wolf. "Spoke with his older brother Gabriel, the one who called dispatch." Sam's magic flowed through the room as he did his own scan of Cas. "His pack was chased out of town a few states over when the town blamed them for a bunch of wendigo kills. Apparently, the victim's families hired a couple of hunters to track them down."

"Not..." Dean questioned, raising his eyebrow.

"They don't know who. And if it's him, he knows he can't come into limits." Sam's magic faded and turned to face his brother. "Looks like you got most of it. I still felt a few minuscule traces, but nothing lethal."

Dean nodded tiredly. "Let me clean up in here." He pointed down to the silver buckshot on the floor. "And then his brother and other pack members can come back and see him." Dean pushed himself to his feet and started working to make the room safe for the other weres.

A few minutes later, Dean collapsed back into the chair, before calling out to Madison. As she entered the room, she let out an audible sigh of relief. "Dean, thank you..." She looked down at him. "He smells like he's recovering."

"I didn't realize that it has a scent," Dean commented, tapping the side of his nose.

"It does, he's at rest and not stressed out." Madison crossed to Cas' bed and pulled back the blanket. "Sam and Benny said you used your magic. It looks good. Shame you don't use it more." She crossed back to the exit. "You getting up, or are you staying put?"

Dean waved Madison off and stayed put in the chair. If the pack really wanted him out of the room, he'd leave. But honestly, his limbs were starting to feel like jelly, and he'd probably need to be sent home early. Dean hadn't been kidding about possibly needing twenty-four hours of rest after that.

"Cassie!" A short, blonde man ran into the room, followed by a short brunette female and a statuesque redhead. "Dammit, Cassie."

Dean stayed quiet, not wanting to interfere when the redhead offered her hand. "I'm Anna. You must be Dean."

"That's me." He offered a tired smile and shook her hand. "My apologies for not standing up."

"None needed. Dr. Vaugier said you almost completely depleted your power saving Castiel, and I can feel it." Anna offered a small smile of her own. "We're grateful for your assistance."

"This is my fault. I should have told him to stay behind." The guy was grabbing on to Cas' scruff and crying into the jet black fur.

"Gabe, you know he would have fought you on that. Leader or not." The short brunette turned around and joined Anna. "Thank you, Dean. I'm Meg, and this is our pack leader, Gabriel. He and Castiel were out hunting when they were ambushed."

"You all are very welcome. Cas didn't deserve that, and I wanted to make sure he survived." Dean rubbed at his eye. "I know Maddie would have helped, but I'm sure you know why I wouldn't let her."

Gabriel finally turned around and acknowledged Dean. "She's a good soul. Not often you see a female pack leader with such kindness. They're usually cold, like Naomi." Dean made a mental note of the name as Gabriel continued. "She's offered us sanctuary in town if we want to stay."

"Sounds about right. You won't be the only pack in town. You'd be the fourth. We've got a nice little sanctuary going on here." Dean watched as Gabriel kept glancing back and forth between him and Cas. "We'll be here until seven when Dr. Fitzgerald and his wife take over for the day shift if you want to go get some rest."

"Gabe?" Anna questioned. "Do you want me to stay, and you can go get the pack gathered?"

The blond Were hung his head and let out a heavy sigh. "Please. While I trust Meg and you to handle the rest of the pack, I think they'll probably want me there."

"I promise that I'll be here to keep care over him for you, Gabriel." Dean patted the chair next to him, gesturing for Anna to sit. "Go, make sure your pack is okay. Give them some updates, let them know that Cas is going to be okay."

"Cas?" Gabriel raised his eyebrow.

"Sorry, I'm not 100% sure how to say his full name, and I like to know who I'm helping." Dean cringed, suddenly worried that he crossed a line.

Gabriel shook his head. "Nothing to be scared about, Dean. Just caught me by surprise. Already endearing yourself to our pack." He held out his hand to Meg. "Come with?"

"Of course." She waved to Anna and Dean before exiting the room behind Gabriel.

After a few moments of silence, Anna spoke up. "You know, you don't have to stay. You've done so much already, and his healing abilities are kicking in." Just as he had done earlier, Anna tapped the side of her nose. "I can smell how much power you put into healing him. I don't know how you're still going."

"Barely, and pure stubbornness." A knock at the door and Benny stuck his head in. "And if Benny has what I think he has, a crap ton of coffee."

"You got that right, Cher." Benny stepped in and handed a travel mug to Dean. "It's my brew, so you know it's the good stuff." He nodded politely at Anna before looking back at Dean. "I left the thermos at the desk if you need more, but Sam and I need to get going. Sounds like Amy's going into labor."

"Thank you, Benny. I'll swing by the maternity ward before heading home." Dean took a deep drink of his coffee, sighing contently as the hot liquid warmed him.

Anna chuckled. "You sound like you've found your happy place."

"It will be when Cas wakes up." Dean winked at her before taking another drink.

...

Several hours later, and Cas still hadn't woken up. With his shift coming to an end, Dean was nervous. His thoughts were racing at a mile a minute. What if he had missed something, what if there was something more he could have done? He had moved to the desk to work on Cas' chart and paperwork, so Bess and Garth would have information to review when they came in. While he would still take the time to talk to them and pass off his charge, for some reason, he needed Cas to be taken care of. More than any of the other patients he had helped before.

"Dean-O!" Garth entered through the emergency bay with Bess next to him. "I hear we had something big happen overnight?"

"Were hit by buckshot. Intentional, it was an ambush with silver." Dean focused on the paperwork in front of him, making sure to get every detail down. "His older sister is in there right now. Their pack leader accepted sanctuary from Madison. She was going to talk to you about your pack, and then reach out to Kate and Michael about their pack."

"Shoot, there's plenty of room for another pack. I hear that they're on the run for something they didn't do. So why would we say no?" Garth wrapped his arm around Bess and gently squeezed her.

"And I'm sure Kate and Michael will be on board," Bess added, before leaning up and kissing Garth on his cheek. "Are you okay if I go check in on Amy real quick before taking over? I just want to see if there are any updates on her status."

Dean nodded and waved to Bess as he leaned back in his seat. Garth sat on the edge of the desk and rested his hand on his knee. "How are you doing, Dean? Really? You look like you've been going nonstop."

"Just tired, Garth."

"Right, and the fact that I can smell your magic all over this wing has nothing to do with that?" Garth leaned forward and took a deeper sniff. "Huh, you're anxious, aren't you?"

"Why would I–" Dean was interrupted by Anna sticking her head out into the hall.

"Dean! Castiel is shifting back to human form!"

Dean pushed himself out of his seat quickly, finding a sudden and much appreciated second wind. He entered room six to find a slightly shivering, presumably naked, human laying where a wolf had once been. "Garth, heating pad, please."

Despite being the doctor, and Dean being the nurse, Garth didn't hesitate and reached into one of the cabinets to grab an electric blanket. He unfolded it, handing a side to Dean, and draped it over Cas before plugging it in. "Let's get this turned on, and get him warmed back up, shall we?"

"Anna, this is Dr. Fitzgerald, the one I mentioned would be taking over this morning. He and I were just going over what happened last night."

"You're another Were." Anna tilted her head and smiled before looking at Dean. "You really weren't kidding, were you?"

"Nope." Dean shook his head as he found Cas' pulse. He took a moment to count - and maybe admire the man's hair and face - before continuing. "Just like I was telling you last night, this town has a little bit of everything. Werewolves, Vampires, Kitsune, Witches..." He winked. "Maybe if you guys stick around, you'll even get to meet the Phoenix who lives in town."

Dean reached into a drawer on the medical cart, pulled out a stethoscope, and wiped it down before putting it in his ears. He placed the chestpiece against Cas' back and listened before nodding contently.

"He sound good, Dean?" Garth asked.

"Yeah, the shift didn't throw off any of the human vitals. He's going to be fine." Dean slowly and gingerly started to pull back the heated blanked and sheet off of Cas' thigh, and swallowed down a startled cry as he got to see the rest of Cas' human physique. "His regenerative powers helped a lot, but he may have a limp for a week or so." Dean pressed his fingers into Cas' thigh and frowned. "Yeah, there's still some muscle damage that needs to be repaired."

"But he's going to recover?" Anna asked, her voice slightly quivering.

"If Dean says that your brother is going to be fine, I believe that your brother is going to be just fine." Garth flashed a toothy smile that Dean learned was actually meant to be comforting, not intimidating. "I'm going to send Dean home so he can rest, though."

"Thank you, Dean." Anna wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and hugged him. "You've kept our brother with us."

Dean felt his cheek turn bright red. "You're welcome." He waited until Anna let go before heading back out to the desk. Bess was sitting in the chair he had vacated to go see Cas. "He shifted."

"Is he awake?" Bess smiled sweetly.

"Not yet." Dean pointed down at his notes. "Wanna add on for me?" Bess waved the pen before bringing it down to the chart. "The patient shifted back to human form while unconscious. The temperature dropped, as expected, an electric blanket has been applied to help the warm-up process. The patient remains unconscious, and after a check of the wound site, should make a full recovery within..." Dean hummed in thought. "Within two weeks."

"Overestimating again, Dean?" Bess looked up.

"There's some muscle damage that will take some time to repair, and while it's not extensive, he is a Were. You guys don't understand rest." Dean winked before tapping on the desk. "Hey Bess, give me a call if he wakes up before I get back in tonight?"

Bess looked up, her confusion apparent. "I mean, I can, but why? Considering it's a wound with silver, we won't let him out before tomorrow."

"Honestly?" Dean shrugged. "I don't know." He stretched up before leaning back down to grab the remainder of his coffee. "You know if they're letting people see Amy, or should I wait 'til tonight for that?"

"I'd wait until tonight, she wanted to try and get some sleep before that little kit comes." Bess practically bounced with excitement. "Between you and me, I hope they need me over there."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Don't ever change, Bess." He gave her a salute. "Tell Garth I'll see him either tonight or if Cas wakes up."

…

Everything smelled wrong. It was sterile, clean, with a scent that reminded him of antibacterial soap. And his bed. When did his bed become so hard?

Castiel rolled over, and the light blinded him through his closed eyelids. He lifted his arm up, groaning at the sheer heaviness of it, before draping it across his face.

His skin smelled of Hickory and Whiskey. What the hell.

Castiel groaned as he slowly started to open his eyes behind his arm. He could hear Anna call for someone, Fitz? There was no Fitz in their pack. Castiel licked his lips, surprised at how dry and chapped they felt. "Anna?"

"Castiel!" He felt his sister squeezing his arm. "You're awake!"

"You make it sound like that was almost not a possibility." Castiel slowly started to slide his arm off his face, allowing more light into his eyes. "What's going on? Where am I?"

"Oh, Castiel." Cas finished removing his arm as Anna squeezed him tightly. He realized then that he was lying in an elevated bed and not his own. "What do you remember?"

Castiel squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to remember, before the visions of a forest flooded his mind. "I was about to shift."

"You don't remember anything from after you shifted?" Anna's voice trembled, and Castiel found himself oddly unnerved. "Do you remember going hunting?" Cas shook his head, and he heard Anna's heartbeat speed up. "I need to go grab the doctor."

"Doctor?" Castiel called out to departing ss. "Whtepat happened?" He opened his eyes and tried to push himself up to a sitting position. "Where am I?"

"Sioux Falls Cryptozoological Health Center." A new voice - a fresh scent - entered the room. "Or as we lovingly call it, The Cryptohospital." Castiel looked at the man who had entered, taking in his lanky features. "Glad to see you're finally awake, Castiel. You're family's been worried about you."

Castiel shook his head in confusion. "Why am I here?" He took another sniff and looked at the doctor. "Are you?"

"A Were?" The doctor smiled. "I am. Dr. Fitzgerald, but you can call me Garth." He held out his hand.

"I would say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I don't even know why I'm here." Castiel took Garth's hand, and gingerly shook it. "What's going on?"

"Anna mentioned that you don't remember anything post shift. That may be because you shifted back to human form while unconscious. It's been known to happen in injuries of your caliber." Garth flipped a paper over on a clipboard and took a moment to review it before looking at Castiel again. "Your sister is calling your brother, so I believe he'll be here soon. He's been worried sick since you were brought in last night."

"I've been here since last night?" Cas ran his hand down his face. "Can I sit up?"

Garth pushed a button on the side of the bed. "Of course you can. Don't blame you. Those lights are horrendous."

A knock on the door drew both of their attentions. "Garth, Dean asked that I called him when the patient was awake. Should I do that, or wait for the rest of Castiel's family arrives."

"Call him in about 30 minutes. That'll let me check our guest over here, time for his family get here, and hopefully, Dean will sleep more." The woman left, and Garth turned back to face Castiel. "Dean was worried sick about you last night."

"Who's Dean?" Something about that name stirred something in Cas like it was engraved into his being. "I should know Dean, right?"

Garth shook his head. "From his and Dr. Vaugier's notes on your charts, you were brought in unconscious, and you haven't woken up until just a few minutes ago. Unless..." Garth flipped through a few more papers. "Dean did use his magic to heal you. You may be feeling a few remnants of his spell work."

"Spell work?" Castiel tilted his head to the side. "What do you mean, spell work?"

"Dean is one of our nurses on staff. And the guy who saved your life." Garth replied, writing something down. "Almost passed himself out using all his mojo on you."

"Saved my life!?"

The doctor started to speak when Anna came back in, followed by Gabe and Meg. His older brother rushed over to him, nearly knocking over the doctor. "CASSIE!"

"Gabe?" Castiel gasped as Gabe squeezed the air out of him. "What's going on, why am I here?"

"You really don't remember?" Gabe's face fell, and Meg came over to rub his back. "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

"It seems that he only lost his memory from his time as a wolf. I don't think it would hurt if you told him what happened." Garth spoke up before looking at Castiel. "I'm going to check your vitals, then I'm going to call Dean since he wanted to be here when you woke up."

Castiel nodded before turning to his brother. "What happened, Gabe?"

"Anna said you only remember right before you were about to shift?" Castiel nodded, and Gabe continued. "We needed to hunt. I said I was going, and you insisted on coming along. Someone to watch my back."

"That sounds like something I would say." Castiel raised an eyebrow.

"We headed out into the woods nearby and caught the whiff of a deer. It had been set up for us to catch, like a trap. You took the silver buckshot that was meant for me." Gabe hung his head. "You went down like a sack of potatoes, and I thought you were gone. I went berserk and went after the Hunter who hit you, but he ran off."

"Clearly, I'm not dead."

Garth tapped him on the thigh. "That's cause you got hit in the hindquarter. The initial silver impact took you down, but it was all removed before too much got in your bloodstream."

"How?" Cas tilted his head and squinted at the doctor checking his thigh. "You're a Were. It would have hurt you."

"Would have hurt our nightshift doctor too. But! That would be where Dean enters the story." Garth winked. "I'm gonna go call him now."

Castiel waited until the doctor left. "Continue the story, please?"

"I shifted back to human and dragged you to the side of the road. I called the local Cryptid Emergency Line, and they sent an ambulance to come and get you. I ran back to the pack, told them what happened, and left Balthazar in charge while Me, Meg, and Anna rushed here." Gabe frowned. "It's my fault you're here."

"No, it's not." Castiel smacked his brother upside the head. "You didn't shoot me."

"But you were protecting me." Gabe rubbed at the spot Castiel hit.

"As is my job as Den Protector, assbutt." Castiel frowned and looked at Meg and Anna. "You two have been trying to tell him that, right?"

"I have," Meg spoke up. "Anna hasn't left your side."

Castiel looked at his older sister in awe. "What?"

"Well, Dean stayed until his shift was over, and they practically forced him to go home." Anna smiled. "I can still feel his magic in the room. Almost like it's watching over you."

"I..." Castiel closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's an extraordinary feeling I'm experiencing right now."

A knock on the doorframe caused the pack members to look at the door. "Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt, but I just wanted to check in."

"Dean?" Castiel wasn't sure why he was asking when he knew that the man in the doorway was the one who saved him. He could feel the magic in the air grow more robust, and what had been a faint hint of Hickory and Whiskey washed into the room and over Castiel.

"That's me." Dean nodded and walked in the room, the rest of his pack moving out of his way. "Glad to see you woke up, Cas. You were still out cold when I left this morning."

Castiel looked over Dean, studying the way his light brown hair stood up, how his freckles were dusted over his face... How purely green the eyes watching him were. Realizing he hadn't responded to Dean's statement, Castiel stumbled over what to say. Thank you didn't seem to convey enough. Not with the rampant curiosity inside him.

"Well, let me tell you again how thankful we are." Anna jumped in, and Castiel had never been more grateful. She turned and winked at Castiel before addressing Dean again. "You saved our brother, and you're showing him a level of care that I don't think we've ever seen from someone outside of the pack."

Dean blushed, and Castiel was amazed by how much his freckles stood out. "Well, I figured his pack needed him, so I made sure to uh..." Dean scratched at his temple. "You know, that sounded better in my head. So, um. I'm going to uh. Yeah. I'm going to go get ready for my shift." He pointed over his shoulder and stumbled over his feet, causing Meg - of all people - to giggle.

"Well," Gabe waited until Dean had exited the room. He wrapped his arm around Meg's shoulder and shook his head. "Is it just me, or do we have two very smitten men on our hands."

"Two very smitten men." Anna nodded in agreement. "There's a new scent in the air, one that I can't put a finger on. Well, I can. But it's better to let Castiel wallow."

"Didn't I almost just die?" Castiel asked exasperatedly.

"Dude, Cassie. The smell is coming from you." Gabe shook his head. "You smell content."

"Fuck off, Gabe." Castiel sat back against the bed, staring at the door. "I don't know what's going on."

Meg tapped Gabe's hand. "I'll go grab the doctor."

"What? Why?" Castiel watched as Meg walked out of the room.

"Because of the way you and Dean just interacted." Anna took Castiel's hand into hers and squeezed. "Dean's a witch, Castiel. And while Dr. Fitzgerald and Dr. Vaugier both assured that Dean is one of the best healing witches in the country, he almost passed out healing you. Apparently, that amount of spell work can cause some interesting side effects."

"Like...?" Castiel inquired.

"Like, maybe he tapped into his life source to heal you, instead of yours," Gabe suggested.

"Or maybe he confused you in some way..." Anna added. "Like by making a bond between the two of you."

…

Dean stood in the locker room and ran his hand down his face. He knew that Cas was gorgeous, Dean had examined him after all. But what he hadn't expected was the way that there was an instant pull from the werewolf.

And that meant he fucked up. Big time.

There was a reason Dean was reluctant to use his magic when doing extensive injuries and wounds. His mother made a point of hammering it into his head when Dean showed his power, and then again in Sam's when his powers manifested. Every witch capable of healing magic forms a bond with the person they heal. The bond allows the transfer of energy from a witch to their patient. With the extra power from the witch, the injury heals faster.

Something like a fever or a headache? Two fingers at the temple, push small amounts of power through.

A broken bone? Set it first, don't ever use your magic to set and heal.

Loss of blood or extensive blunt force trauma? Do everything you can outside of healing first, then use your magic.

There was a reason healing witches were becoming fewer and fewer. It was too risky. Even ones like Dean and Sam, who had the white magic passed down to them, often found ways out of being forced into medical careers. The risk was high, and the reward too low. But for Dean, and eventually Sam, they wouldn't have had it any other way, both needing to follow in their mother's footsteps.

Now, Dean stood, staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if he followed too closely to his mother's footsteps. He leaned forward on the sink and stared at his own eyes, hoping some kind of answer would reveal itself. Poor Cas couldn't even agree to the healing that Dean poured into him, being both in wolf form and unconscious.

"Dean?" The door to the locker room opened, and Madison walked in. "Sam said you came in early."

"Yeah, Cas woke up. I wanted to make sure there were no ill effects from... you know." Dean pushed back off of the sink and walked over to Madison.

"And?" Madison crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at Dean."

"And I did what I'm not supposed to do, okay?" Dean threw his arms out in defeat. "I couldn't just let him die. They tried to trap and kill him and his brother. Because they're Weres, and they were framed for Wendigo kills."

"Dean." Madison placed a hand on his arm. "No one blames you for going above and beyond. You saved his life. He may be a little in awe just because of that. And unlike what happened with your mother, if it did happen, you're under no means necessary to pursue any bonds." She softly patted Dean's cheek. "Now, don't make me wolf out and drag your ass out to your brother."

"That's not nice, Maddie." He walked past her. "I don't witch out on you."

"You do. Every day, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Well, then how can I make it up to you?"

"It's not necessary." Madison shrugged. "But you could go convince your brother to ask me out. He's not as subtle as he thinks he is."

"I tell him that all the time." Dean shot a pair of finger guns at her before walking out onto the floor. He walked over to the nurse's desk, sat down, and pulled out the charts about their current patients. As he read over them, his gaze kept flicking up to the monitor for room six.

Cas was alone with Anna. Gabriel and Meg probably had to return to their pack. Their absence reminded him to ask Madison what Kate and Michael had said in regards to a fourth pack settling into Sioux Falls. Dean looked back down at the charts in front of him. A broken leg in room two and stitches needed in room three.

As he wrote down some notes on each chart, Anna's voice startled him. "Dean?"

"Hey, Anna." He set his pencil down and ran his hand down his face. "What can I do for you?"

"We wanted to ask before he did it, but is Cas allowed to shift?"

"He's a wolf, Anna," Dean replied, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world.

She shot a glare at him. "He is, but we didn't want to just assume. He's feeling odd, and he thinks if he shifts, he'll be okay."

"Right." A pang of guilt came over Dean. "Every room is made to be able to handle shifts." He pointed up at the monitor. "We can watch from here to make sure he goes through it okay. Is it safe to assume he keeps his mind when in wolf form?"

"We're pureblood, yes." Anna nodded. "So, you lock him in while he's shifting, and then... what?"

"We prefer to check vitals first, then he can shift, and we'll recheck vitals to make sure there wasn't any injury or stress. He can stay in there, or he can come out to the desk here while in wolf form." Dean pointed to a spot next to the desk. "When he's ready to shift back, he can go back in, we follow the same process."

"Will you come and take his vitals then?" Anna looked like she had no issues resorting to pouting if need be, and Dean let out a sigh.

"I..." He looked down at his charts and nodded. There went the idea of keeping his contact with Cas to a minimum. "Yeah, give me a minute. Need to get Dr. Vaugier to keep an eye on the monitors."

"I'm here." Madison walked down the hallway. "What's going on?"

"Cas asked to shift," Anna replied. "Dean said he has to take vitals."

Madison nodded, and Dean gave her a pleading look. She smiled at him and raised her eyebrows mischievously. "Go ahead, Dean, I'll look over the charts."

"Let's go." Dean pushed himself out of his chair and followed Anna back to room six. As they entered, his heart fell. Cas was curled up on the bed facing the wall. He had been so set on not watching Cas' monitor, Dean had neglected to notice that Cas wasn't right. "Cas?"

"Dean?" Cas sat up quickly.

"Hey, Cas." Dean gave a half-hearted smile and crossed to the medical cart in the room. "Anna tells me you want to shift?" Cas nodded enthusiastically, so Dean continued. "Cool, that's fine. Let me just take a few vitals, grab this cart, and then Anna and I will step outside, okay?"

"Thank you, Dean." Cas smiled, and Dean felt his heart swell with emotions new and old. He was so very screwed.

#profoundnet #spncreatorsdaily #writersofdestiel #deancas #destiel #pre-destiel #au - modern with magic #au - creatureverse #cw: major character injury #cw: blood and injury description #rating: m #nickel writes

[if-found-return-to-gusu]

Happy Birthday to Me Pt 11

I thought this would be a great time to throw back another jar of wine. I’d almost made it to the tray of Emperor’s Smile when all of a sudden I was lifted BODILY FROM THE FLOOR AND CARRIED TO THE FUCKING STAGE AGAIN. 

DAGE I THOUGHT YOU WERE COOL!!! :( :( :( :(

And apparently SangSang had shoved Lan Zhan up there too!?!

“Come on guys,” I said, trying to save us both because Lan Zhan looked positively mortified, “Clearly Lan Zhan doesn’t want to sing again!”

I started to walk off the stage, determined to throw a wrench in whatever scheme those blasted Nie brothers had concocted, but I was too late. 

DaGe stood in my way as that damn song from the end of Grease started playing. That fucking ‘you’re the one that I want’ song.

Y’ALL AIN’T SLICK 

I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING YOU ASSHOLES

YOU THINK YOU’RE CLEVER

YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SMART

I kept trying to get off the stage but I think DaGe might qualify as an actual landmass because no matter what direction I tried there he fucking was!!!!

And then

The wind up had finished and the song had gotten to the words. 

And I heard Lan Zhan start to sing. 

In that smooth deep voice of his (Which is nothing like John Travolta but ooooh so much sweeter).

I swear to god I almost passed out when I heard him singing “I’ve got chiiiiils. They’re multiplyin”.

Like HOLY FUCK

IS THAT ALLOWED?

IS THAT ALLOWED????????????

Well of course I had no choice but to join in now! If Lan Zhan wants to sing it with me then that’s what he’s gonna get.

But I decided that if I was gonna suffer, so was everyone else. 

I picked the highest register falsetto screech I could manage. 

‘YOU BETTER SHAPE UP! CUZ I NEED A MAAAAAAAN”

That’s what you get, Nie Brothers. I hope you’re satisfied. 

Dickwads.

Not gonna lie though. 

Once I got over the initial mortification, it was actually kinda amazing. 

I know they threw us up there as like a sort of weird pseudo confession on my part but what it ended up as was a beautiful disaster. 

(So Me in a nutshell)

In the end some of the girls started doing backup vocals for us from the crowd too! You know those parts in between where the background singers just go “Oooh Oooh”.

It was great!

I was exhausted by the time it was over though. We took our bows and I ran off to get the drink I’d been coveting. I wasn’t gonna let anyone stop me this time. 

Taking an entire bottle for myself, I went back to sit and watch the next performers. 

Wen Ning finally worked up the courage (or drank enough wine) to get up on stage himself. And of course he chose one of the absolute BEST karaoke songs ever. Bohemian Rhapsody!

Fuck yeah! You can’t just have karaoke and NOT sing Queen! It’s against the law of parties!

He started off so shy (which worked because the song starts slow anyway) 

But with our encouraging cheers he soon got past that. Soon he was screaming “MAMAAAAAAA OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” into the mike with all the passion his quivering body could muster!

It was amazing.

We all went in like he was singing the greatest performance ever. With lots of whoopings and “SING IT MY BROTHA!” from Wen Qing.

Apparently Lan Xichen took it as a personal challenge and decided to pull out the next obvious must have for karaoke parties and started singing Journey. 

I swear hearing that man rasp out “JUST A CITEH BOI!!” 

This one turned into everyone singing because how can we resist? 

Oh my favorite though had to be when the Nie Brothers went up and started singing “Gaston” from Beauty and the Beast.

OH my god that was incredible. 

DaGe got up there with a chair and started sulking while Nie Huaisang chose the track. And Nie Huaisang went along with the perfect LeFou. 

He leaned his elbow on DaGe’s shoulder with this sycophantic pout on his face. 

“Gosh it disturbs me to see you, DaGe, looking so down in the DUMPS”

OH god it was PERFECT. He changed out every single “Gaston” with DaGe. 

And DaGe’s voice was PERFECT as Gaston! Sign the man up for Broadway!

He started that bit about eating raw eggs (gross) and just BELTED out the word “barge” 

Like Fuck. This man had to be taking singing lessons on the sly or something! 

(I’m gonna ask SangSang about it later if I remember. Because he HAS to be taking lessons.)

After that the party started to wind down a bit. After another couple songs I looked over to the cake, thinking about stealing another sliver, and was dismayed to find out how little of it was left!

So while everyone was distracted I snuck over to steal…. Well the rest of it. Haha. 

I hid it in the cafe’s fridge to be wrapped up more… securely later. 

It’s my party. I do what I want. And I wants cake!!!

Fortunately everyone was so worn out as we all started crashing from our party high that no one noticed my temporary absence.

Like a fucking ninja!

Well…. I say I took all of it. 

Evidently I missed a piece. The cakes that Lan Zhan had been holding had somehow never left the chair I’d apparently set them on. 

We discovered this by way of Lan Xichen’s ass. 

Sat square on ‘em. 

Never let this man have alcohol. Just. Don’t do it. 

Well he screamed, which made A-Lian scream, which made Lan Xichen cry. It was a mess. 

And that is the note my birthday party ended on. Lan Xichen started wailing in DaGe’s arms about how he’d ruined Lan Zhan’s cake and how sorry he was. For his part DaGe seemed to be handling it well with some comforting pats and quiet ‘there there”s. 

The kids looked dead on their feet by then anyway so it was probably best to end the celebration anyway. 

I couldn’t have had a more perfect birthday. 

 I watched as everyone started cleaning up. I tried to help a few times and got scolded again, so I just kinda sat there to people-watch instead. 

It wasn’t until the peacock went to get Shijie’s coat that I remembered!!!!

I can’t believe that we almost forgot the most important tradition! 

I launched myself up to her crying that we forgot!!

And Jiang Cheng being himself tried to shame me by saying I was too old, to which I proclaimed that I was absolutely NOT too old. Never too old!

Shijie just giggled at us before giving me my owed kisses. One cheek kiss per year I managed to not die. 

Except she miscounted! I only got 28! I didn’t want to be ungrateful, but birthday kisses are birthday kisses! And if I’m expected to live to 30 I’m gonna need all 29!

I pointed out to her that she still owed me one. 

“I know I know,” she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. (And people wonder where I learned it from. Pshh). She pulled a tube of BRIGHT red lipstick that I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen her wear before. She put it on carefully before pulling me in to leave the largest kiss she could on my forehead, no doubt leaving a perfect red kiss mark on it. 

She just laughed at me when I claimed that was cheating.

Cheating at what? Who knows. Still cheating. But she just booped my nose and kept giggling. 

That’s when we noticed A-Ling trying desperately to get her attention with big watery eyes. 

“Aw, A-Ling. Do you want a kiss too?” she asked sweetly, laughing again when he nodded with an even bigger pout. She knelt down to give him just as big a kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red mark that surely matched mine exactly. 

And then she straightened up to kiss her husband who seemed to be sulking like he wanted one too but wasn’t willing to admit it. Looked like a bright red polkadot on his forehead. Right between the eyes. He looked ridiculous. 

A-Lian’s subsequent kiss was more pink than red at this point as she was slowly running out of lipstick. It was around this point that I felt a bump at the back of my legs. I looked down to see little A-Yuan peering at the display of kissing. His finger was hooked in his mouth, a habit we’re still trying to break him out of, and he looked so shy as he watched. I shifted a bit so Shijie would notice. 

Fortunately she did. I think he might have run away if I’d pointed it out verbally. She crouched next to him with that heart melting smile that only Shijie can do and asked him if he wanted a kiss too. He squeaked a little but nodded anyway and was rewarded with his own pink stamp on his cheek. He giggled and hid his face in my leg. 

She straightened up and the mischievous glint was back in her eye as she focused on Jiang Cheng who seemed to just be milling in the area, pointedly looking out the window rather than at the festival of smooches. 

“You want a kiss too, A-Cheng?” she asked teasingly. He scoffed and claimed he was too old. Clearly it was a ruse because he absolutely did want a kiss but his pride wouldn’t let him accept one easily. 

Too bad for him DaGe had no such issues. He pushed him aside and claimed he’d take it for him then. Shijie laughed then and gave him a nice big kiss on his cheek.

This set off a chain reaction as a rather disgruntled Jiang Cheng was forced further to the side by a still overly excited Lan Xichen who was whining that he wanted a kiss too! DaGe happily obliged, kissing his forehead (Much to Lan Xichen’s quite obvious delight).

Jiang Cheng, to his credit, did his best to look like he wasn’t sulking, but our Shijie can see through us no matter what front we put up. She’s magic like that. 

“You know you want one too, A-Cheng,” she said before snatching him and planting the biggest kiss yet on his cheek before he could manage to squirm away. 

He couldn’t quite disguise how happy this made him. Adorable. 

He’d better be ready for his 28 kisses when it’s his turn this weekend. 

After that it was all hugs and tears (the latter pretty much exclusively from Lan XIchen who seemed to remember his butt was full of cake). I’m pretty sure some people double back for more hugs. And Gamby and Aunty Yi each added to my collection of kisses, each taking a cheek. 

When Jin ZiXuan’s turn came for a second I thought he was actually going to hug me. I was ready to fight for my life, but it wasn’t needed .

“Oh look!” he said instead, “It’s WELL past 10:30 now. Wei Ying! Happy Birthday you dick!”

Cheeky bastard. 

He was immediately slammed by the consequences of this by his son tattling on him to Shijie, claiming his father had said a naughty word. 

I was still laughing as they shuffled out of sight when I got a solid smack on the arm.

Why do people keep hitting me????????????? Whyyyyyyyyyy

“Happy Birthday,” he said, not quite looking me in the face. You can’t expect Jiang Cheng to be sentimental AND make eye contact. Not possible. “Keep in touch, will you?”

I promised I would and pulled him in to one last hug, which he actually let me do without a fuss. 

The Wens were the last group to shuffle out but not before I caught Lan Zhan and A-Yuan sharing a big hug. 

Oh my heart. ARGHHHHHHHHHHH.

They seemed to be talking to each other about something but I couldn’t catch what either was saying. 

And then they were gone. 

Huaisang left shortly after them after some more birthday wishes and just like that I was alone with Lan Zhan. 

We looked at each other in the dim lights of the Cafe. I could look at him forever.

Once again this man had somehow managed to leave me speechless. Just… Everything he had done for me came washing over me all at once. We moved at the same time, each of us pulling the other in for a tight embrace.  

I thanked him again for giving me the best birthday I’d ever had. And he made my heart freak out again by telling me that I was worth every moment of it. 

I felt him place a kiss on the top of my head after saying that.

Fuck Lan Zhan! Do you want me to hit 30? Because if you keep this up I’ll die before I even get half way through my 29th year!!!

He told me to go upstairs while he locked up the cafe and finished the cleaning that wouldn’t be able to wait for tomorrow. 

#wei ying #wei wuxian #mo dao zu shi #cql #the untamed #mdzs #Long Post #(Modern AU!)