#i like the fireplace bed but … the nostalgia of the room i slept in until i was 14

[hawkeyefrommash]

oh just realized i might get to sleep in my old bedroom at camp again :((((

#i havent been in four or five years #bc of Life #and so this’ll be my first time back in a while and my first time as an adult going without the max number of people who fit #so instead of sleeping on the fireplace bed like i did as a teen i might get to sleep in my first bedroom :(((( #i like the fireplace bed but … the nostalgia of the room i slept in until i was 14

[littledrummeraussie]

At Christmas All The Roads Lead Home | part 1

Christmas morning finds Ashton and Y/N reminiscing about their very first holiday together – with both of their flights cancelled the strangers make the hasty decision to rent a room until they can leave for their own destinations. The pair soon finds out that there’s much more than they’ve bargained for when there’s only one bed in their hotel room. story masterlist. | masterlist. word count: 4492 words tags/warnings: past: missed flights. some swearing. slow burn flirting. room sharing. “there’s only one bed”. & present: dad!Ashton. fem!mom!reader. married fluff with kids and a dog. Christmas morning cuteness. tooth rotting fluff. nostalgia.

Ashton wasn’t sure what woke him so early in the morning – it definitely wasn’t Tyler bouncing on the bed with Bailey hot on his heels, barking from the door because he knew he wasn’t allowed in the master bedroom. And it wasn’t Henry either because he would have been already up if he heard his younger son crying for one of you. He found that the house was dark and quiet, and that his back was cold even though the sheets were wrapped around his body the way he liked them. He squinted an eye at the clock on his nightstand, the green digits showing 4.38 AM, slowly ticking towards Christmas morning.

He reached backwards, fingers looking for the body that was never too far away, wanting to wrap his arm around his lover and go back to sleep. But the bed was empty, the sheets almost cold where he grasped them, and he sleepily turned around, furrowing his eyebrows. Propping himself up on his elbow Ashton looked around the room, searching for any sign where you could be, and when finding none he kicked off his blankets, reaching for his discarded shirt on the floor to look for you.

There were no sounds coming from the closet or the bathroom so he checked the guest bedroom where he usually found you curled up in bed with the boys and Bailey for an afternoon nap. A smile pulled at his lips as he saw his sons sleeping soundly in the big bed with the dog keeping them company, guarding their dreams. Ashton still remembered the day he brought home the puppy as a gift to you, just a month before finding out that you were pregnant with Tyler. For a while he wasn’t sure that keeping the dog was a good idea, especially as he grew bigger by the day and with Tyler’s due date drawing closer he needed to realize that he was scared how Bailey would react to the new addition to the family.

But Bailey was in love with his new little owner from the moment you brought him home from the hospital, and the two of them were inseparable to the point that you let go of all the previously set rules and let him climb up on the sofa to curl around the little boy while he slept. When Henry was born you let Tyler introduce his brother and the dog to each other, ready for every possible outcome, and happily finding out that Bailey loved the new baby just as much as he loved Tyler.

Ashton stepped closer, tucking the sheets back around his sons, lightly chuckling as Bailey snored next to the sleeping boys. Tyler begged you to let them all sleep together in the guest bedroom since it was Christmas and neither of you could say no to him as he hugged the dog’s neck, both of them giving you puppy eyes and an all too familiar pout that Ashton was sure was your genetics. Henry fell asleep during the first five minutes of your bedtime story, and Tyler wasn’t far behind as he clutched his favourite stuffed animal with Bailey snuggled behind him. With the boys sleeping it was time to put all the presents under the tree and stuff the stockings you hung over the fireplace, both of you giggling as you shared the cookie and milk left for Santa. You fell asleep the moment your head hit the pillow, and Ashton buried his face in your hair, mumbling one last ‘I love you’ before closing his eyes.

He made his way back to the hallway and down the stairs, ready to look for you in the living room or the kitchen. The lights were already up on the Christmas tree in the corner of the room, and another smile pulled at his lips as he finally found you snuggled up in front of the window, a big fluffy blanket wrapped around your legs with an empty mug sitting on your lap. When you heard his footsteps you looked up at Ashton, smiling back at him as he leaned closer, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

“There you are,” his voice was slightly scratchy, still heavy with sleep, and he nuzzled his nose against your skin, smearing a kiss on your lips. “Was scared Santa took you because I was a naughty boy this year.”

“I like a naughty boy,” you giggled, kissing his pouty lips, fingers tangling into the hair at the back of his head. “Just wanted a little peace and quiet before the boys wake up. I love them, but they are little firecrackers.”

“Wonder where they’ve got it from,” Ashton grinned, knocking his forehead against yours. “Can I join you?”

“Only if you bring me more hot chocolate,” you tapped a finger against your empty mug, making Ashton chuckle.

“Of course, hot mama,” he blew a raspberry on your cheek before going to the kitchen, your giggles making his heart skip a beat.

He busied himself with making hot chocolate for the both of you, his eyes meeting yours every now and then, sharing smiles and winks as he put an extra dose of marshmallows into your mug and a little more whipped cream than necessary on top of his own – after all, it was Christmas. You held onto both mugs as he settled behind you, legs bracketing you in, pulling another blanket around his shoulders as you snuggled up together. Ashton rested his chin on top of your head, taking small sips of his drink as he held you close, enjoying the quiet moment he got to spend with you.

“Remember London?” Ashton asked, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, knowing all too well that you could never forget about London.

“I kinda miss the snow, you know,” you tilted your head back onto his shoulder, looking up at him. “Makes me wish the kids could have a white Christmas.”

“I think we could take a trip next year. Maybe not London, but definitely somewhere where there is snow.”

“Yeah, I would like that,” you reached for his free hand, fingers tangling together in your lap, and you felt Ashton’s ring knock against your own, making you smile.

“I would miss a thousand flights for you,” he whispered against your temple, pressing a kiss onto your hairline while squeezing your hand.

“We both know you did not miss your flight, Ash,” you gave him a cheeky smile while tapping his nose, making him scrunch up his face in a giggle. “But I appreciate it nonetheless.”

“Thank God for snowstorms, right?”

*****

“You’ve got to be shitting me!”

Your eyes lifted from the book you were reading, trying to kill your time while you waited for news about your delayed flight. The terminal was packed with confused and irritated people, all of them wanting to get real information why the planes weren’t landing or taking off. The guy sitting from across you mumbled another curse as he listened to the woman talking on the loudspeaker, announcing that the flight to Sydney will be delayed for another two hours or so. He ran his fingers through his hair as he tapped his phone, rapidly texting someone before pocketing it again, legs bouncing nervously. You knew the feeling all too well – your plane back to Los Angeles has been delayed three times already, and deep down you were ready to spend the night at the terminal, curled up in a plastic chair; you already knew you won’t make it back home on time.

Another 30 minutes passed before the announcements finally came – one after the other flights got cancelled because of a snowstorm hitting London. The crew worked hard to at least help the planes land, but you caught word that there won’t be any take offs for the next few days. You still held onto the little bit of hope you had that your trip back home will happen; they did not say anything about cancelling your flight yet. Your handsome stranger wasn’t so lucky – as they started listing off another set of cancelled flights he realized that the one to Sydney won’t be taking off, making him kick his chair as he scrambled for his phone again.

He paced the floor in front of you as he called one person after the other, quickly going to the front desk for more information before coming back and continuing his phone calls. You kept an eye on his things while you’ve read just to be sure he doesn’t come back to missing bags and another misfortune to deal with. A series of colourful curses caught your attention as he plopped down in a chair, pushing the button on his phone and trying to make it work, and you were sure he was seconds away from throwing it to the floor.

“You wanna borrow mine?” you found yourself asking, and his head snapped up, blinking at you. “Or if you need a charger I can give you one.”

“Uhm– yeah. A charger would be great, thanks,” he closed his fingers around the phone before standing up and stepping to you, and you reached into your bag to hand it to him. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing,” you gave him a smile, nodding to the wall behind you. “You can plug it in here. I don’t mind.”

He mumbled another quick ‘thank you’ before plugging in his phone, and as he waited for it to switch back on he brought over his bags, settling down next to you. Another set of phone calls were made, apologies spilling out of him as he tried to let everyone know that he will be a few days late, don’t worry about him, he will figure this out, he just won’t be home for Christmas.

“Still hoping that plane will take you to Sydney?” you rested your head back against the wall when he finished yet another call. “Or are you planning on set up camp here for the next 3 days?”

“You don’t seem like someone who plans on leaving either. So where’s gonna be your tent?” he quirked an eyebrow at you, making you chuckle.

“They did not cancel my flight. Yet,” you added, knowing that it was a possibility that you have to spend the next few days here.

There was static coming from the loudspeaker again, making everyone turn quiet as the woman from before announced that unfortunately the weather was so bad that all flights got cancelled for the next few days. You looked back at your stranger who gave you a knowing look, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you over all of this.”

“That my name is Y/N.”

“Ashton,” he held out his hand and you shook it, both of you holding onto the other just a little longer than it was necessary. “Should we set up camp now?”

*****

“Whose clever idea was it to rent a room and share it?” you scooped a melted marshmallow onto your spoon, holding it up to Ashton’s mouth.

“Probably mine,” he mumbled around the sticky sweetness, licking the rest off the spoon. “Not that you objected.”

“I really didn’t want to sleep at the airport,” the confession wasn’t anything new, but still to this day it made you blush. “I just wanted a shower and a few hours of sleep.”

“And you ended up with a bed full of me,” grinning Ashton pressed a series of kisses along your cheek, nuzzling close to you and rubbing his scruffy chin against your skin, making you laugh. “Shh, don’t wake the kids!”

*****

“Are you sure about it?”

“It’s not like planes are going to magically take off just because we’re stubborn and wait here.”

There was much less commotion now that people started to accept the fact that the snowstorm over London was no joke and that all flights were cancelled. You’ve spent another two hours sitting in your chairs with Ashton, talking about whatever came to mind as you waited for things to calm down, contemplating your options. He offered to buy you a warm drink and both of you moved to the Starbucks that was mostly empty now, your little corner secluded and quiet in the place that never seemed to stop.

He was scrolling through his phone for a long time before finally looking up at you, and you rubbed your eyes, trying to stay awake. Your plans originally included a long nap on the plane, followed by another 12 hours of rest to sleep off your jetlag. Cancelled plane rides and being stuck in London wasn’t on your list, yet here you were, drinking hot chocolate with a stranger who was just as lost as you were.

“I’ve found a hotel room nearby,” Ashton announced, pushing his foot against yours under the table. “We could split and stay until we can both travel home.”

“You don’t even know me,” you rested your chin in your hand, playing with your empty paper cup. “I don’t know you. Sharing a room sounds like a crazy idea.”

“What I know is that you’re about to fall asleep right at this table, and that I don’t plan on staying here for 3 days if I can help it. I also don’t plan on leaving you here since you were really nice to me and I could use the company,” Ashton shrugged his shoulder, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “And… it’s Christmas. No one should be alone.”

“So you don’t think I’m a crazy fan trying to take advantage of you?” you raised an eyebrow at him, smiling and kicking your foot against his, making him huff out a laugh.

“Geez, you’re so weird,” he shook his head. “You couldn’t even remember the band’s name even after I’ve told you it five times. Five times, Y/N!”

“You’ve also told me it was 500 Years of Winter and made me listen to a song that was called Pizza.”

“That look on your face was priceless,” his smile was wide, making dimples appear on his cheeks, and you needed to remind yourself to start breathing again.

“Are you sure about it?” you stirred the conversation back to the topic, biting your bottom lip. “Do you really want to share a room with me?”

“It’s not like planes are going to magically take off just because we’re stubborn and wait here,” he took both empty cups to throw them away, holding his hand out to you in invitation. “So – are you coming?”

“You know… I could really use a shower,” you slipped your hand in his, letting him help you up.

Something caught both of your attention, eyes meeting before slowly looking up above you, finding a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, placed perfectly over the table you’ve shared. His eyes were hazel with green and gold flecks, and you’ve realized you were staring at him for longer than you should have. Ashton’s lips were slightly parted, teeth sinking into the bottom one before quickly licking over it, another blush colouring his cheeks. A moment passed, and you both let out an awkward chuckle, stepping away from the table, mumbling about silly holiday traditions. But it was too late – the spark was already there.

*****

“I really wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe,” Ashton wrapped both arms around you, and you burrowed against his chest, head resting over his heart.

“I wanted you to kiss me,” you pressed your lips against his throat, following the line of his shirt to the back of his neck, turning so you could straddle his thighs. “I remember getting lost in your eyes.”

Your fingers played with the short curls at the nape of his neck, foreheads knocked together as you stared into each other’s eyes. Ashton tilted his head forward, brushing his lips against yours in an almost kiss, tongue poking out to lick the corner of your mouth. You both giggled and Ashton curled his palms around your jaw, pulling you in for a real kiss, one that took both your breaths away.

“I wonder if you would have tasted like this back then,” he mumbled against your lips, voice full of longing and nostalgia.

“You’ve bought me a hot chocolate, so I would like to think so,” you pecked his nose, brushing the stray curls back from his forehead. “I wonder if you’ve looked for mistletoes after our missed chance.”

“I was ready to drag you under one for a kiss,” Ashton squeezed your hips, pulling you even closer to himself. “But I guess we didn’t need one in the end.”

*****

“Hey, I’ve called ahead to reserve a room for two,” Ashton lightly tapped his fingers against the counter, smiling at the girl behind the desk. “Under Fletcher Irwin.”

The lobby was heavily decorated with Christmas ornaments and sparkly garlands, and you could see a tall Christmas tree behind a set of glass double doors, probably leading to the other side of the hotel and the restaurant. You felt slightly overwhelmed by the place and the fact that you’re gonna spend the next few days here with a man you barely know, but you’ve tried to tell yourself that this was an unexpected emergency case, and anything was better than sleeping at the airport. Ashton said something and the girl giggled before looking at you, a knowing smile spreading across her face as she handed the keys to him, wishing the both of you a pleasant stay at the hotel.

Ashton stepped back next to you to grab both of your heavy bags and suitcases, ushering you towards the elevator. The ride up to the 7th floor was quickly over, and you dragged your stuff to the room at the end, ready to drop for the night. Ashton opened the door for you, letting you go in first.

“They’re sending up some dinner in half an hour,” he said as he closed the door, locking it behind his back. “In case you’re hungry.”

“If I can stay up that long then I’m sure gonna appreciate it,” you nodded, giving him a small smile.

“Come, let’s settle down and then you can shower first,” he tugged off his jacket, moving behind you to help you with your own coat. “Here, let me help you.”

“You’re way too nice to me,” you chuckled, giving him a pointed look. “I’m onto you.”

“My Mom taught me manners,” he rolled his eyes with a chuckle of his own, hanging up your coats before kicking off his shoes. “It’s just who I am.”

“I’m sure she’s proud of you,” there was a bashful smile on his face as he rubbed the back of his neck, and to take the attention off of him he nodded towards the bedroom. “Let’s check that out, shall we?”

You turned around and stepped into the dark room, fingers fumbling for the light switch. When you’ve found it you flicked it on, making the room light up. You felt a blush heat your cheeks as your eyes looked around the room, biting your lip in the process.

“Uhm– Ashton?”

“Yeah? What’s that?” he stepped next to you and you saw the moment realization hit him as well.

“There’s only one bed.”

*****

“Do you think we were set up?” your forehead rested on his shoulder, fingers drawing over the lines on his palm, and you felt Ash push his cheek against the top of your head, humming slightly.

“You still think the girl at the front desk did it?” his other hand settled on your waist, drawing the same patterns on your skin.

“Maybe,” you chuckled, tangling your fingers together. “Maybe not. But I do remember you asking for separate beds. Twice.”

“I did tell you I was okay with sleeping on the couch,” Ashton moved so he could pull your interlocked hands to his lips, kissing over your knuckles and your ring. “More than two times.”

“I just didn’t think it would be fair, you know?” you still played with his fingers, giving him a pout. “You offered me that we could share a room, so making you sleep on the couch after that… no, I couldn’t do it.”

“Y/N…” Ashton nudged his nose against yours, tilting your chin up to press his lips to your lips, whispering against them. “Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”

*****

There were phone calls made down to the front desk, but it was clear that they couldn’t do anything about the situation – all the other rooms were full already. You pulled your legs under yourself on the couch, hugging a pillow to your chest as Ashton asked once again if they were sure, but as he finished the call you knew he did not succeed.

“Look, it’s… it’s fine,” you’ve tried to break the sudden tension between you two, not wanting to spend the next few days awkwardly stepping around each other. “The bed’s big enough, I’m sure we can figure this out.”

“No, look, I– I’ve promised you your own bed, and I’m gonna keep my promise,” Ashton ran his fingers through his hair, giving you a forced smile. “I’m just gonna sleep on the couch. I’ve done it a hundred times before, it’s nothing new.”

“I’m not sure I like this idea,” Ashton quirked an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged your shoulder. “My Mom also taught me manners and told me to share what I have with those who have less than me.”

“Trust me, it’s no trouble at all,” he shook his head, standing up when there was a knock on the door. “It’s probably our dinner, I’ll go get it.”

While you ate your food you’ve tried a few more times to make Ashton change his mind, but he brushed off your offers even though you could sense a small crack in his armour when you gave him a pout. He made a joke about how you should stop with the puppy dog eyes, and you were quickly back to teasing each other like the discussion about your sleeping arrangements didn’t happen at all.

An hour later you were out of the bathroom, freshly showered and feeling like a brand new person. Ashton was lounging on the couch, getting used to his bed for the next few days; he gave you a smile when you passed him, eyes lingering on your form just a second too long before going back to his phone. You pretended that you did not just blush under his gaze as you pulled the robe tightly around your body.

“I think I’m gonna go to bed now,” you leaned against the doorframe as he looked up at you again. “I see you’ve already taken your side of the bed to the couch.”

“I promise you I’ll be fine,” he chuckled, sitting up. “Stop worrying about me.”

“Are you really sure…?”

“I’m sure, trust me.”

“Alright,” you held his gaze for a few seconds before dropping it to the floor. “Good night, Ashton.”

“Good night, Y/N.”

You could feel his eyes on your back as you closed the door, almost turning back around to ask him one more time. You heard as he was moving around in the small living room, probably setting up his makeshift bed before going to the bathroom to shower. With the blanket pulled up to your chin you listened to Ashton’s sounds, letting them slowly lull you to sleep.

But your rest didn’t last long as you found your eyes opening in an hour or two, trying to work out where you really were. Then it all came back to you – the delayed and cancelled flights, your handsome stranger and how he bought you coffee and offered you to stay in a hotel room together. How there was only one bed and how Ashton promised you that he was absolutely okay with sleeping out on the couch. You could hear a slight bit of moving coming from the living room, quiet snores breaking the silence around you. Another moment passed and you slipped out of bed, opening the door and looking out into the next room.

Ashton was sprawled out on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes, a leg hanging off to the side as he slept. It didn’t look comfortable at all, and without thinking twice about it you slowly moved to the couch, crouching down next to him on the floor. You felt your heart beating in your ears, your throat working around silent words as you tried to speak them. A finger brushed against his forearm, stroking over tattoos you didn’t know were there, and he moved his arm above his head, burrowing against his pillow.

“Ashton,” your voice was only a whisper, knuckles lightly running down his arm again, slowly moving to his forehead to brush the hair back from his face. He hummed in his sleep, leaning into your touch before his eyes fluttered open.

“What’s wrong?” he furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing his eyes to wake up a bit more.

“No, nothing, I just– just come to bed, please,” your hands fell into your lap, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt as Ashton propped himself up on his elbow.

“I’ve thought we were over this,” his fingers ran through his hair, a confused expression on his face.

“I know and I’m sorry, but please understand that my conscious won’t let me sleep until you’re out here on the couch,” you were well-aware of the pout on your lips, the one that seemed to work on Ashton, and he let out a sigh. “The bed is big enough for two. We can sleep on the two ends, I really don’t mind.”

“Only because my back is killing me,” he finally sat up, moving his neck and shoulders to work out some kinks in it. “Alright, lead the way.”

He pulled the blanket around his shoulders while you grabbed the pillows from the couch, shuffling back to the bedroom with Ashton following you. You moved your bedding to the far side of the bed, piling his pillows onto his side before sliding back under your sheets. Ashton climbed up next to you, quickly finding a comfortable position for himself as he buried his face in his pillow.

“Will you be able to sleep now?” he yawned, smacking his lips as he burrowed into his blankets.

“Mmhh, yeah. Good night, Ashton,” you turned so your back was facing him, and you heard him do the same.

“Night-night,” he whispered, probably already falling back to sleep, and you closed your eyes, trying to do the same. He shuffled around a bit, lightly jolting the mattress until he settled down then a moment later you heard him mumbling. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for not letting me sleep on the couch.”

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[jawritter]

Twelve Days Of Christmas

Chapter 8

Summary: Dean never realized that Y/N missed Christmas until he turned off an annoying Christmas song on the radio on the way home from a hunt, now he will make it his personal mission to give her the Christmas he misses so much, and if he plays his cards right, maybe he will give her what he has wanted to give her for so many years, himself.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo​​​​​​​

Square Field: Sam

Word Count: 1413

Warnings: Fluff, mild language.

A/N: This is to help me catch up on my SPN Christmas Bingo card lol Chapter 9 will post tomorrow! I knew chapter will post every day until Christmas! I know I’m insane lol. This is a real time fic collection and all mistakes will be my own! Please do not copy my work! Hope you all enjoy these!!

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You take a deep breath and wipe your hands on the apron that covers your flannel and jeans. Delicious smells of Turkey and all the fixing were filling the cabin now gave off a warm and rich atmosphere to accent the twinkling Christmas tree and decorations that Dean and yourself had spent most of the day yesterday putting up throughout the cabin. 

 You give the place one last look around, making sure everything was as it should be before Sam and Eileen arrive later today. 

The snow had stopped yesterday, and the snowplows came through late last night, clearing the roads and making them passable again for everyone. The sun had even come out today, and it was a good deal warmer than it had been since you had arrived, but it was still cold enough to require the fireplace to be going in the living room, adding to the oven to keep the little cabin warm. 

Dean had worked alongside you all morning, helping you cook and helping you get the cabin clean and presentable. He seemed excited to have Sam come over, though both of you were a little worried about what exactly he deemed so important that he’d have to drive all this way to talk to the two of you about. 

“Damn Baby it smells awesome in here,” Dean said, stepping into the small kitchen and wrapping his arms around your middle, giving you a peck on the cheek.

Dean had been a lot more cuddly since he’d kissed you yesterday morning. Neither of you discussed it. Neither of you felt the need to. One thing you did know was that a line had been breached between you, and there was no going back. He even slept with his arm slung loosely over your hip last night. Something he hadn’t done up until this point. 

“Thank you, but you had a hand in that too Winchester,” you tease, turning in his arms to face him, hoping he’d lean down and capture your lips in his again.

You couldn’t get enough of him. It was sickening how giddy he made you every time he slipped by and decided to brush his lips over yours, but you didn’t care, not even a little bit. He made you feel things you never thought as a hunter you’d ever get to feel, and you were going to enjoy this, however long it lasted. 

“That was mostly you, baby girl. I just washed dishes and cut up vegetables,” he said, pecking your lips again before letting go of you so that you could go and check on the little turkey you were cooking. 

Day 6 had to be the most exciting day yet. Dean had planned on taking you sledding today, but this brought back an air of nostalgia you never realized you were missing. Cooking Christmas dinner for family was something your mom did every year, and it was something you always dreamed of doing when you had your own family as a child. 

Dean and Sam were your family, as close to one as you would ever have anyway, and this is something you had always wanted to do for them. 

“Sammy should be here any minute,” Dean said, checking the door again and peaking through the blinds. 

“Give him some time babe, that was a lot of snow that fell over the last few days.”

You didn’t even have time to pull the turkey out of the oven when Dean announced excitedly, “they’re here,” before opening the door and walking out to meet them. 

You pull the apron over your head and make your way to the door, watching as Dean greets his little brother before reaching to hug Eileen. He was happier than you had ever seen him. He was smiling and laughing as they made their way up the driveway towards the little cabin, you can’t remember the last time Dean laughed like this. It made you smile just seeing him this happy, this content. 

“Hey Y/N,” Sam greeted you as he stepped inside, Eileen doing the same. “You guys have been busy.” 

Sam looks around slack-jawed at your handy work along with Dean’s as he walks through the cabin. Dean smiled proudly, wrapping his arm around you, giving a peck on the cheek as he followed his little brother over the couch.

“So, you guys are a thing now?” Eileen asks Dean, raising an eyebrow as she took a seat next to Sam. Dean smiled up at you as you sat down next to Dean, his hand automatically reaching for yours. 

“Well, we haven’t really put a title on it, but if she will have me…”

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried Winchester now,” you tease him, and you swore you saw him blush. Sam saw it too. 

“Oh God, Dean I thought you weren’t into chick flick moments. For the past few days you’ve been literally living in a Hallmark movie,” Sam teased, earning a scowl from Dean. 

“Leave him be Sam!” Eileen scolds. 

“So, what’s got you two love birds driving all the way out here just to tell us something, you know I’m not gonna be able to eat with the elephant in the room, so spill,” Dean says, directing the conversation away from the two of you. 

“Dean, you could eat any time, and it wouldn’t faze you,” Sam says sarcastically. “I don’t see any reason to make them wait any longer though, we’ve made them wait all night as it is?” 

Eileen grinned widely as Sam signed to her. 

“Oh boy, I’m not gonna be an uncle am I?” Dean asks, shifting nervously in his seat. The man had fought monsters most people wouldn’t dream of, but here he was, getting nervous about his baby brother having a baby.

“No! Nothing like that!” Sam exclaims. “Show them, Baby.”

Eileen proudly holds out her left hand with a small, vintage-looking diamond ring sitting snugly on her ring finger. “We’re getting married,” she tells the two of you excitedly.

Dean’s jaw hits the floor, and you squeal excitedly, jumping up and hugging Eileen as Dean gets to his feet and does the same to Sam. 

“Congratulations man! It’s about damn time!” 

“Well, like you said, she knows life. Chuck’s gone, I’m not getting any younger, we’re back to hunting monsters and not fighting the end of the world, I figured why wait?”

Dean smiled almost like a proud father as he looked at his baby brother. For the first time, he felt like he could let Sam go. All these years he had protected him. It was his job from a young age, but seeing how happy the two of them were, he knew it was time to step back and let Eileen take his place. 

Before anyone knew it dinner was devoured, the wine was drank, laughs and memories were made. Eileen had even brought you and Dean a Christmas present since the two of you were staying at the cabin through Christmas, and it was time to say goodbye. 

You hugged them both, allowing Dean to walk out to the car with them alone, going to finish the last little bit of clean up in the kitchen with your heart fuller than you could remember in a long time. 

“You look happy Dean,” Sam said after helping Eileen climb back into the car. “I mean, really happy.” 

Dean smiled a little and nodded. Looking back towards the cabin, seeing you in the kitchen window wiping down the counter. “She makes me happy.”

“It looks good on you,” Sam said, opening the driver’s side door. “SHE looks good on you.”

“Bye Sammy,” Dean said as his brother gave him a nod and shut the door before backing down the driveway and off into the dark, going to a hotel for the night he assumed before driving home to the bunker tomorrow when it was a little safer out. 

Dean’s eyes traveled back to you, and you smiled at him through the fog stained window. Sam found his person, and Dean was more and more convinced every day he’d found his. Now it was just a matter of taking that step. 

Tonight as you climbed into bed together, Dean tucking you safely into his arms after kissing you goodnight, he felt whole, for the first time since he’d been pulled out of Hell he felt whole. Sure, he’d lost some damn good people he’d never get back along the way, but you were putting him slowly back together again, little bit by little bit.

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Blustery Weather

Rated T Words 1195 Ships Ravnoct Summary Ravus and Noctis are snowed in during a stay in Gralea, passing the time until the storm stops. Notes Holiday, winter fluff challenge with @aithilin, Gralean scenery and breakfast in bed. also on AO3!

Ravus never slept in. Not since before Imperial military drills snapped him awake at every dawn for the past ten years. Not since he was a spoiled child in a plush suite, never expected to be disturbed lest a servant face his tantrums.

Noctis, it would seem, had never grown out of being that child. Of being indulged in his late-day sleeping habits, never expected to be roused before he was ready.

The Prince whined like a scolded puppy and burrowed beneath his mountain of blankets as Ravus drew the curtains apart. Ravus rolled his eyes, huffing in disdain at the childish reaction. But he really had no excuse to drag Noctis out of bed, kicking and screaming.

Opening the curtains unveiled a vicious, swirling blizzard beyond the thick glass of the window. The skyscrapers of Gralea were mere smudges of charcoal beneath the heavy deluge of snow crashing across the city. The window might as well been clipped over with a white sheet, blinding the view of the Imperial city below. It was like peering at a civilization drowned underwater, buildings barely defined through the sunless murk.

Ravus tried not to smile at the grim, ashy gray snow pummeling Gralea. He rather preferred the Imperial capital this way, lost and obscured like every other civilization its Emperor had ever marched on. Most delightful of all, when Ravus checked the news alerts on his phone, he discovered that the whole city was in a state of emergency, and residents were advised to stay indoors until the storm had passed. Schools were closed, many businesses too, and any Imperial officials that weren’t otherwise in attendance at Zegnautus Keep before the storm began were not expected to brave the roads to perform their duties in court, as usual.

Excellent.

Ravus called for breakfast to be brought up, and went about igniting the fireplace in the corner of the room. It was mostly meant to be decorative, he thought – Niflheim was otherwise very clinically designed, expecting central heating to be sufficient enough without the useless nostalgia of an old fashioned fireplace. But it was there for emergencies – came with being in a territory known for its snowstorms.

“Please tell me you’re burning down the Imperial establishment to stay warm,” Noctis grumbled from the bed, voice husky and hoarse from the disuse of slumber and – Ravus rather hoped, for his pride – from the volume of their antics the night before.

“If only,” Ravus grumbled.

Fewer things would please him more than watching the whole of Gralea burn to ash beneath the equally ashy snow. Ravus rose from the fireplace, flames snapping across the logs provided by house-keeping. The servants would knock soon with breakfast and coffee to lubricate the Prince’s sore throat. Noctis tentatively sat up from his den of blankets, all shades of Niflheim’s preferred whites and grays. He was only a face, peering out from a hood of sheets. He blinked blearily out the window at the wails of the blizzard wheezing against the glass.

“Damn. It’s never snowed like that in Lucis before.”

“Nor in Tenebrae. Yet another of Gralea’s exclusive pleasures.”

“It’s a special snowflake, that’s for sure,” Noctis chuckled, raspy as the smoke dissipating in the hearth.

A knock on the door promised a complimentary breakfast had arrived. Ravus dismissed the servant through the door, waiting until their footsteps had vanished down the hall before dragging the cart inside. Noctis sat up a little taller at the promise of food, the haze of sleep in his eyes clearing when he scented coffee.

“Be honest with me, Ravus. How much am I going to hate Gralean coffee?”

Ravus could only lift a brow in silent judgment as he poured them two mugs from the pot. He didn’t prefer coffee himself, raised as he was on the delicate, floral notes of Tenebraen tea, but if he was going to suffer Gralean hospitality, he decided early on he might as well go all in. Their coffee was one such torture. He loaded it up with sugar and milk – even if Noctis wasn’t famous for his sweet tooth, it needed all the sugar it could handle – and presented the bitter mug to the wary Prince.

“It’ll wake you up.”

That was the only compliment Ravus could give it – if one could even consider that a compliment. Noctis sniffed the dark brew, wrinkled his nose, and tried it. His whole fort of blankets shuddered in disgust. But he tried another sip, desperate for caffeine, and the more he drank, the more he was resigned enough to get used to it.

“What if I don’t want to wake up?” he asked, eyes slicing up to Ravus with a knowing grin. “Not like we’ve got anywhere else to be.”

Ravus huffed, suffering a sip of his own coffee. He returned to the cart to inspect their breakfast. A far step up from the bitter coffee – though it was a low bar to meet. Eggs on toast, golden and crusty squares of sourdough seating glistening amber yolks. Sharp cuts of green chives speckled the whites, and a thick, yellow sauce cascaded in artful rivulets across the slices. Mahogany curls of bacon paired along the side of the plates, some bright orange wedges to balance out the carbs.

It smelled palatable enough. One thing he could say for Niflheim cuisine was that they made the most simple dishes seem just a tad bit more elegant than to be mundane. But they always boiled down to the most common ingredients – unless you were sitting at the Emperor’s dinner table, of course. For guests and commoners under the Emperor’s roof, this was the highest caliber of cuisine one got. It wasn’t quite so bad as the coffee.

“Do you really intend to laze all day?” Ravus asked, rolling the cart closer to the bed.

“We do.”

Once Ravus was close enough, a pale hand flashed from the blankets to snatch him back under the blankets, tugging insistently for Ravus to return beneath the covers to warm him up. As if last night hadn’t been hot enough for him. Ravus sighed and submitted to his need, tucking himself beneath the sheets as Noctis plastered himself against his side.

“At least don’t laze on an empty stomach,” Ravus said, plucking a strip of bacon from the cart to crunch on.

Noctis set his coffee on the cart, stretching across Ravus to reach it. As he did, he straddled Ravus’s waist beneath the covers, seating himself against his chest, arms around his shoulders to wind his fingers through his disheveled silver hair. Noctis smiled, suddenly very, very awake. The coffee might have tasted like a literal bitter pill, but nothing could be argued against its strength.

“How about I satisfy your appetite instead?” Noctis intoned, coffee breath warming Ravus’s lips.

He shouldn’t have found it attractive, but alas, Noctis had a strange magic over mornings, odd, given his apparent dislike of them. Ravus’s stomach growled, but he wasn’t sure what he was hungry for more: breakfast or bedding the Crown Prince?

While the storm raged outside across shivering Gralea, he had plenty of time to satisfy his cravings.

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[royalbluehues]

Sidereal, Part 7

A/N: So my Physics teacher showed us a clip on the universe. That’s basically what I used. So all in all, your father is Neil deGrasse Tyson. I give full credit to him- but I did try to word it differently, because you know, plagiarism. But it is hard to find synonyms for scientific words. 

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@starxgazing, This one’s for you. 

Title: Sidereal

Chapter: 7/?

Summary: This is the story of a fallen queen.

Author: royalbluehues

Warnings: There be angst, and science lessons.

Pairings: Loki x Reader

Part 1

sau·da·de (noun)

a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia

Part 7: Saudade. 

“And you’re sure you’ll be fine?” Bjorni asked, his eyes nearly closing from fatigue. You undid the knot of your cloak, tossing it on a nearby chair.

“Bjorni, go rest. We will speak about it when we both have slept and eaten.” You pulled out the small dagger, placing it on the small table near the bedside. When you heard a grumble and the door close, and you allowed your shoulders to slump.

The room was a moderate size for a guest- the bed large enough to fit five persons. The room was decorated in silver decor, the tapestries embroidered with grays and whites.

You found it a bit too coincidental the king stuck you in chambers with the colors of your family. You walked to the bathing room, where the maid who had guided you told you a bath was drawn. The lavatory was just as incrinate as the main room, with pristine white walls, a chandelier and the whole lot.

A chair sat near the tub, a robe and towels resting atop of a table. A large circular mirror called your attention. You took slow steps, afraid to what you would see.

The woman facing back at you watched your every move. She looked like you. She wore the same tattered dress you wore. She had the same hair color, the same eye color, the same skin tone. When you lifted your hand up to touch your throat, so did she. But she was someone you did not recognize.

Bruises littered your skin- in multitude of colors that should not be be on a person. There was one of Boron’s handprint, where he had nearly taken your life. You could see the crescent moon marks and the raised skin. You began untying the laces of your dress, having to pry it off your skin where it had stuck.

Blood stained your skin. Dirt had overlaid it. Scratches added to it.

Your fears were confirmed. This woman was you.

You looked away in shame and disgust. Your heart was broken, and Boron was happily in your home, partaking in the celebration of your family’s extermination.

The bastard had taken everything away from you, including your dignity.

You walked slowly to the tub, entering it, cringing as your muscles groaned in protest.

Just a few days ago, you had been talking to Dagny about the boy she fancied from the market. Just the other day you were laughing over a conversation with your mother. Just the other day, you and your father had taken a stroll through the gardens.

Each memory was painful slash, more painful that the words of the Prince Loki’s in the study. Your eyes watered as you grabbed the bristled brush to scrub yourself raw. The water around you began turning brown, and your disgust heightened.

You gripped the sides of the tub, pushing yourself into the water. Your senses dulled, and you forced yourself to stay below until your lungs began burning. When you broke through the water, you took in a large breath, wiping the water out of your eyes. You felt around for the drainer, pulling on the chain to let the dirty water leave. Once it did so, you turned the faucet on, feeling the scalding water under your fingertips.

You washed your hair thereafter, scrubbing your body once more, scouring so rough the cuts on your legs and arms reopened.

You walked out of the bathroom, tying your robe, with your tattered dress in a ball. You approached the fireplace, feeling as the water streamed from your hair and down your neck, and stared at the flames for awhile.

Your mother was stroking your hair back. “There will come a time,” she said as she folded the cover over you, “there will come a time when you will take your father’s place in hanging the stars in the sky, and when you will light the moon and the sun.”

She had caught you standing at your balcony when you should have been in bed. You giggled as she flicked your nose softly. “The sun will still be there when you arise in the morning. The stars will still twinkle and the moon will look over you tonight and tomorrow. But for now, you must sleep. Little princesses need good shut eye, lest they get grumpy.”

The fabric between your fingers was rough, your fingers dancing over the few beads that were still intact.

The crown he had been wearing had rolled a few feet away from him. Your mother, whose dress had been torn open along on the bottom was kneeling beside him, sobbing into his hair. Dagny was being pulled out of a carriage by her hair-

You balled up the dress, throwing it into the fire. You watched the flames eat at it, listened as the crackling of the fires grew louder. Your breathing was becoming ragged-

You were running down the corridor, a laugh caught in your throat as you hid behind a large pillar. “This isn’t fair!” Dagny whined, “I’ll never be able to find you!”

You stifled a laugh as you bit down on your small knuckle. You watched as your sister passed you, rounding the corner. You crept up towards her, making sure not to make a sound.

“Boo!” You yelled, watching as your sister jumped three feet in the air and nearly fall on her bottom as she shrieked. You haunched over, doubling in laughter.

“Oh I hate you, you mule!”

You wiped away at your tears, making your way to your feet. You needed air. The night sky of Asgard was beautiful, and you felt a soft breeze against your skin as you gripped the railing. You breathed in a few times, and chocked on the beginnings of a sob.

You sniffled, trying to keep your eyes down and your tears at bay. You had just returned to one of your classes, where you were learning about the stars. The other girls, daughters of the highborn nobles had snickered at you when you asked a question, leaning towards each other to whisper into each other’s ears.

You had caught one thing that caused a turning in your stomach, “And she’s going to be queen one day… Doesn’t understand anything…”

So you stopped paying attention- to the lesson and the girls, the sudden insecurity crushing you like a bug. You heard a knock on your door, but didn’t stand up to open it. “Darling.”

It was your father. You hears the door open, and you quickly wiped your tears so he didn’t see.

“I heard what happened today.”

You turned around, hanging your head. “The other girls… they were whispering about me.”

“And why would they be doing that?” He pulled your footrest so he could sit down in front of you.

“I wasn’t understanding the lesson very well. So I asked a simple question and they started laughing at me. Father, what if I’m not meant to be queen? I can hardly understand the concept.”

“Forget about them. Better that you pay attention and ask questions than gather around like a group of hens to gossip.” His thumb came up to wipe away your tears. “I am very proud of you.”

You knitted your eyebrows, looking straight at him. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe not. But I am proud you are my daughter. I am proud because I know you’ll make an outstanding queen someday.” He stood up, holding his hand out to you. “Come with me.”

You took it, and he lead you out to your balcony, where he crouched down so he could be eye-level with you.

He pointed to the sky, “Do you want to know something that astounds me every time?”

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. You shrugged, your eyes narrowing. “Do you know that the universe is in you?”

Your knitted eyebrows returned, “In me? How can it be in me? The universe is up there.” You chimed in confusion, “And I’m down here.”

Your father shifted his legs so he could sit on the floor, patting the spot beside him. When you did, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, hugging your body close to his. “When starts are under immense pressure, when they have high mass, they become unstable.”

You moved your head to look up at him, not fully understanding the message he was trying to get across. “Father I’m not in the mood to hear a lesson at the moment.”

He chuckled, his eyes bright as he held up a finger to his lips. “It’s rude to interrupt.”

You looked up at the Asgardian night sky, the hole in your chest expanding. You could hear your father’s words as if he was standing right next to you.

“These unstable stars explode. And when they explode do you know what happens? They disperse in the sky, creating what we see as nebulae. They scatter carbon, oxygen, nitrogen- and other basic foundations of life except helium and and hydrogen, which as you know, are created in stars. They later become gas clouds. These gas clouds become compact and they collapse, and eventually create new galaxies, already having the necessities for new life.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, looking up at the night sky, watched the stars wink down at you.

“Every time you look at the sky, I want you to remember that though you are in this universe, the universe is in you. Every particle of your being came from those stars.”

Loneliness crept up behind you, engulfing you in his presence. You couldn’t fully accept the fact that they were gone. But they are, and I saw their dead bodies.

Raising a hand, you placed it above your heart in vain attempt to take away the pain that was there. How could such emotional pain hurt as if something physical lashed at you?

Your chin quivered, and the lump grew.

The words of seer resurfaced, and the hairs on your body stood. “The Norns have already decided on a day. Though, they will not allow me to see when… All men die, my Princess. But yours will come soon, the Fates have promised me.”

Somehow you knew now he wasn’t being literal, because you have surely died already. You died long ago.

You died when you saw the lifeless body of your father, the headless bodies swinging in the cold night.

You turned around, behind you, the moons of Asgard became transparent, fading into nothing, the stars above dwindling one by one.

Inside you, the last fragments of your heart broke away, leaving behind a numbness. You slid under the covers, your wet hair leaving pools of moisture behind on the pillows. You wrapped your arms around yourself, to hold yourself together, to offer yourself just a bit of comfort as another quiet sob racked through you.

The seer’s words were true. The Norns truly have kept their promise; your death just came much sooner than expected.

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[marauder--harder]

Memories- A Sirius Black Imagine (Part 8 of Alone Together)

A/N: Why hello there, long time no chat. I’m not even going to make excuses. I’m just apologizing. I figured I should post this now, otherwise I don’t think I’ll ever get it up. I’m sorry if it is shite, as I went for a more subtle approach. I’m also going to be doing an epilogue to the series, as soon as I come up with an idea for it lol. In the meantime, enjoy the last installment of Alone Together. It has been a wild ride, and I hope y’all like it. Warning: It is the longest thing I have written thus far for y’all. Thank you. :) 

Past Installments: Alone Together. (part 1) - Implementations. (part 2) - Routines. (part 3) - Replacements. (part 4) - Revelations. (part 5) - Walls Built. (part 6)  - Impenetrable. (part 7)

It was three days later, during dinner in the Great Hall, when you got the letter. You didn’t think much of it at first, as the holidays were coming up and you thought it was probably a note from your mother confirming your plans for this break.

However, when you opened the note and recognized the swirling, neat cursive handwriting you furrowed your brows in confusion. You knew it was Sirius’ handwriting, as his upbringing forced him into countless penmanship classes throughout his childhood. He always had such perfect handwriting, something you remembered you were often jealous of.

Dear Y/N,

I know you don’t want to hear from me, you’ve made that apparent; but I need to see you. I want to apologize and explain everything. Meet me where you need me at 9 o’clock tonight.

Patiently waiting,

S.B.

Your eyes scanned over the note again and again, trying to read for some kind of hint that this was going to backfire. Sirius wanted to apologize?? It wasn’t often that the young boy tried to atone for his mistakes, as he was usually much too prideful to eat crow. However, this note left you even more confused by its vagueness.

Where the hell did you need him? Your mind automatically went to your own dorm, yet you doubt Sirius would choose there as a meeting spot. If he was truly going to come clean then he would want to do it alone; where there was no chance of being seen or heard by your roommates.

Yet, not being able to come up with another spot, you sighed and decided you’d wait there until you could think of another place to meet him.

As day turned to night, your stomach fluttered with anticipation and for once you weren’t weighed down. The nerves setting you into a live wire were too strong to have you concentrate on anything except his stupid riddle.

9 o’clock slowly came and went, and you started to fear that you were either in the wrong place or Sirius decided to not show. Yet, your brain chose to focus on the former rather the ladder in fear of yet another rejection.

Meet me where you need me.

Where did you need Sirius? Or more importantly, where did Sirius think you needed him? Already checking your usual spots to meet up, you sighed, still coming up with nothing. You checked your room, his room, the common room, and even the astronomy tower--a place the two of you would both go when neither were tired but you still wanted company. Sirius always said it was a place he went when he needed to find enough peace to clear his head; and that you should find your place like that.

With a gasp, you sat up and quickly got out of bed. You knew where to go.

Your feet ran down the stairs and through the portrait hole, to the seventh floor corridor. It was the only place Sirius could possibly be. It was the only place that you’d find only when needed.

You ran down the corridor quickly, turning right and stopped at two golden doors that appeared in front of you.

The Room of Requirement.

You slowly opened the door and walked in, smiling at the scene before you.

The room was dimly lit by only a few small lamps in the room. The main one was sitting next to a large, plush bed set in the back of the room. You looked around to see three tall bookshelves standing off to the side of the bed, flush against the neighboring wall. It was exactly how you remembered it, down to the smell. You took in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of a campfire by the beach. It was salty and refreshing, yet earthy and calming; it brought you back to the memory.

You were with Sirius, laying next to each other in your bed a few months back. Neither one of you were tired, and you both were talking softly in the late hours of the night. You asked him about his favorite place, his happiest memory.

Sirius stood suddenly and offered his hand to you. You took it and he led you down the Grand Staircase to a secret passageway that led to the Astronomy Tower. Only once you were at the very top did he say anything.

“Regulus and I used to come up here; you know, before I ran away. The two of us didn’t really get to see each other once I was sorted, but he is my brother, and I love him. Even if he doesn’t think I do. Whenever either one of us were stressed, we’d come up here to think. It was back in third year, the first time I saw him. He was upset over being sorted into Slytherin.”

Sirius turned, leaning on the edge of the balcony, and looked out at the grounds below him. “You know, he wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor like me? He would have been too, but he asked to be in Slytherin. He said he was scared of what my parents would do.” You heard him take in a deep breath before continuing. “I would have never guessed; but I suppose one of us had to make our parents proud.” He paused, as if remembering something that was long gone, then chuckled softly.

“We used to joke, saying that it was because we were both Blacks that we’d find our spot underneath the stars. But after I ran away, Reg stopped coming. I still come up here sometimes though, if I need to clear my head.”

Your hand reached out to cover his, but stopped just short of doing so. It found its place next to his, leaning on the edge of the balcony; close enough to brush your pinky with his but nothing more.

Sirius lifted his head and you watched the wind blow through his hair wildly. He had such a distant look in his eyes that when he spoke, you jumped.

“Where’s yours?”

You told him it was with your parents, back in a time when you didn’t realize anything was wrong in the world. There was no war, no stress, no loneliness. You were just a simple kid who wanted to enjoy her life, and live it to its fullest potential. You were naive back then, but happier.

“My parents used to rent a house on the beach every summer as a kid. It was the first time I slept in my own room, and I was scared. So, my parents would sit with me and read. It started my interest in muggle books, and calmed me from the stress of being alone.” You chuckled bitterly. “I guess even then I didn’t like being alone; I just didn’t know it yet.”

You described the layout of the room to him, how everything had its perfect place that made it feel so much like home. Not even your own room felt as calming as your summer house did. The scent of fire from the late night bonfires, and the lingering scent of saltwater from the shore below you always calmed you.

“It was when I was happiest.”

Sirius smiled and rested his hand on top of yours. “It sounds like a beautiful place.”

You looked around the room and saw Sirius sitting by a fireplace that was opposite the bed. I guess the smell had to come from somewhere.

“I thought you weren’t going to come.” His voice was soft and quiet, much like it was when you’d talk with one another late at night and early into the morning.

You walked over and crouched down next to him, where he was poking the kindling. “And miss out on my favorite place? I don’t think so.” You nudged him gently, a smirk on your face.

You didn’t know why you were trying to make light of the situation. You knew that rationally you should be upset and maybe even angry, but you weren’t. Perhaps it was because he looked so sad staring into the fire; and you had only seen him like this a handful of times in the years you had known Sirius. Perhaps it was because he said he was going to apologize. You knew it took a lot to bring Sirius to that conclusion, as he didn’t apologize often on his own accord. It wasn’t like he was a bad guy or anything, but he had difficulty admitting his faults to himself, let alone another person. Yet, perhaps it was because you were just so tired of being angry at him. You missed being his friend so desperately, and even if you couldn’t have him as a lover, you would still want to love him as a friend.

A sad chuckle passed between you, quickly fading away into silence. This was awkward; which was something you had only felt once with the boy, the first night that you spent together. Though uncomfortable, it brought back a strong feeling of nostalgia that seemed to help.

“There was never a fireplace in my room.” You don’t know why you had said it; but the words came tumbling out before you could stop them. You felt the tips of your ears burn in embarrassing shame. He had done this all for you, and you were criticizing him?

Yet, another deep chuckle erupted from the boy sitting next to you. “Sorry. I know it may not be exactly like your old house, but I tried. I wanted to make it up to you for, well, everything.”

“It’s better.” More words you couldn’t stop.

Sirius’ head snapped up towards you, a genuine surprised smile split across his face. “Really?”

You found yourself mirroring him as you nodded slowly. “Well, yeah. I mean, the fireplace makes it warmer in here, and gives the room a nice sort of ambiance. And the bookshelves weren’t really sat there, but I kind of like them actually. It makes the room more symmetrical. Plus,” you paused, looking back towards him. “You’re here.”

“But, I was a prick, and ignored you, and told you I didn’t care about you, and—”

“—and I thought you said you’d be apologizing.”

His eyes widened slightly in realization, scared that he had upset you further. “I am! Well, trying to—I mean—It’s just—” He groaned in frustration, burying his head in his hands. “Why is this so fucking difficult?”

You laughed loudly, long since forgetting to try and hide your amusement with his reaction. “Sirius, it’s okay. It isn’t your fault you got involved with someone else. I get that you wouldn’t have wanted to keep up our arrangement so you could see her. You could have just told me.”

Sirius’ brows furrowed in confusion. “So I could see her—is that what you thought? That I was ditching you to be with someone else?”

You looked down to your hands, now wringing themselves together over and over. This is not where you wanted this conversation to head. “Well, I mean, wasn’t it? I know that I was getting clingy and you now had some other girl, so you really didn’t need me there; and I tried not to be suffocating. Although, I probably was anyways and I’m really sorry for that. I know you used our arrangement to help yourself out too and I should have realized that you were better. I should have realized that you didn’t need me, that I wasn’t enough, and that you had somebody else.”

By now tears started pooling in your eyes, your voice thick with emotion as you tried desperately to keep your walls up. He was supposed to be apologizing. You came because you wanted closure and to go back to being friends. You spilling your heart out to him wasn’t going to do that.

Taking in a deep breath, you closed your eyes and willed the tears away. You weren’t going to cry over him anymore. “Look, Sirius, I am happy for you—I really am. But I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m sorry I was too much for you, but could we try to be friends? Please? Because all of this separation and fighting is really exhausting.”

Sirius looked at you and tried his hardest to break through the walls he could see you actively building around him.

“I hurt you.”

It wasn’t a question, but rather a statement; to which you only nodded. There was no use lying to him at this point.

“I hurt you more than just not being there for you when you needed me.”

Another nod.

“I hurt you because you felt like you were suffocating me?”

A question this time, answered by another nod.

“—And I hurt you because you felt like you weren’t enough.”

You weren’t sure if this was a question, but nodded all the same. The tiniest stinging prick of fear struck on the back of your neck at where you thought this was headed.

“—And,” he paused, taking in a deep breath. It looked as if he was pained to say this, and you grew more nervous. “—And I hurt you because I was with someone else, when I should have been with you.”

You didn’t nod, clearly unsure as to what he was implying. “Sirius, you don’t have to be with me, I get it if you—”

“Let me rephrase that.” He cut you off quickly, “I hurt you because I was with someone else, when I wanted to be with you.”

You scoffed, amused by his backtracking. “It’s okay that you would have rather been with one of your girlfriends. I understand that Sirius. What I didn’t get was all of the stuff about wanting a real life with someone. I mean, I guess old habits die hard but you really sold me on not wanting to fuck around.”

He groaned loudly and shook his head. “No, I really did want to be with you; I wanted—want something that’s real. That was the issue!”

“What?” Surely, that wouldn’t have been an issue for him; he already had you. He had to of known that.

“I wanted to be with you so much that it scared me, Y/N. I was falling into a routine, I was becoming mundane, and I liked it. I wanted to settle down! I was changing into—I was becoming—”

“You thought you were becoming your parents.”

You don’t know why you didn’t think of it before. You knew that he never wanted to be anything like his parents; that he feared being stuck in the same ways as anything related to being Black. If he thought that coming to you, feeling settled for once was like his parents, of course it would have scared him.

“I was; and I couldn’t ask you to be like her. You are too good, too beautiful, too perfect to be her, Y/N. I was so happy with you, I was so in love with you; I got scared and I ran.”

His head was hung low, staring intently into the flames of the fire. It was strange how similar he looked to the first night he had told you about being lonely. The soft glow of the fire lighting up his tired face, it seemed as if you both were back there, telling each other your secrets for the first time.

“You’re not them, you know.” You started, and hesitantly reached out, taking his hand in yours. “No matter what you do, you're not them. You are so kind, and strong, and good Sirius. It doesn’t matter what routine you have. It doesn’t matter how you live your life because you are nothing like them. I promise, love.”

You felt him squeeze your hand tightly, as if you were going to disappear. You squeezed back, a silent way of telling him that you weren’t going anywhere.

“I still hurt you.” His voice was low and raspy. You could tell he was holding back tears.

Taking in a deep breath, you slowly rose to your feet. “I know. Now come on.” You tugged at him gently until he rose with you.

You started towards the bed, only stopping at one of your bookshelves to grab your favorite muggle novel. You set it down at the edge of the bed and picked up a soft sweater that was folded neatly there.

“Really?”

Sirius smiled sadly, and shrugged in response. “You’re the only person that gets to wear it, you know. You should feel lucky.”

A warm smile lit up your face as you slid it on slowly. It was soft, warm, and homely just as you remembered it. “Trust me, I do.”

The two of you climbed into the bed silently, seemingly content in the comfort of each other’s company. Only after you both were settled did you pick up the book to start reading.

“Wait,” Sirius stopped you, and reached his arm around you, tucking you close to him. His hand brushed a small strand of hair behind your ear and tilted your chin up to him. You watched as his eyes flicked down from yours to your lips repeatedly before slowly leaning down to brush his lips against yours.

It wasn’t what you expected when kissing Sirius. There was no spark, or fire. All you felt was an overwhelming, calming heat that relaxed you and sent a small shiver down your spine. Kissing Sirius threw you off guard, as his lips barely ghosted across yours, waiting for your exhale. Once you did, he matched it; he was breathing in time with you. It was something much more intimate than a kiss as the two of you hovered close, only barely enough to touch in the briefest of moments during your exhales.

His hand, still tucked under your chin, slowly trailed away. The absence of it left a tingling on your skin, that warmed your body even further. Only after a few moments did Sirius pull away fully, smiling shyly.

“Much better.”

Mirroring him, you smiled and bit your bottom lip softly. You still felt the slight pressure of his lips against yours. Suddenly much more shy as well, you cleared your throat and turned, cuddling back into his chest. You opened the book and started reading aloud.

The two of you sat for hours, taking turns reading to one another in quiet whispers. It only took a few switches before you heard the familiar deep exhale above you. You looked up at him and smiled again, Sirius’ hair falling in his face slightly as he slept. Things with Sirius were still confusing, as to where you now stood with him, but you were happy nonetheless.

The two of you laid together in your happiest memory, content and at peace. You knew that you had a lot to sort out with Sirius, with your arguments in the past few weeks and his confession earlier. He had said that he loved you, which you’d have to talk about when he woke up; and the fights between you hurt, which was something you were not going to just forget. You knew that you’d be wary of this relationship if you didn’t sort out all the things you both had said while upset. It was a thought that would have worried you, but it didn’t seem to matter in that moment.

Sleep tugged at your eyelids and you fought to stay awake. You wanted to remember this moment; the way he felt against you, the calmness that was settled deep in your chest, the feeling of being happy after so long. Nothing was able to hurt ether of you in the room he made for you both. You were safe from every aspect of loneliness here. Your eyes eventually betrayed you as you fell asleep and yet, you didn’t mind because you knew that you were finally alone together.

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100 QUESTIONS NO ONE ASKS

I was tagged by @tickledsims ty ily!!

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? CLOSED when i was younger my little sister had a baby doll that would talk on its own at night and we called it the demon baby and hooooly shit

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? i dont take those bc my hair cant take cheap hair products but i do take the soaps!!

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? i put the mattress cover sheet thingy on my bed but i dont use an actual sheet :/

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? nah lol

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? YES i love using office supplies i could spend all day at staples omg

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? no lol but il save the lil receipt coupons and find them in my wallet months after they expire

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? hhhhh bees

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? yep!! i love them its why im scared to use foundation i dont wanna lose em

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? i either smile or if my moms takin the pic il make a stupid face 

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? i have terrible road rage...... um........... i also hate it when men interrupt me i just walk away at that point 

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? yeah i pretty much count everything

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? i dont think so??

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? def not lmao

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? i have an eating dance, a drinking dance, and a video game playing dance hahaa

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? yes ugh it annoys me but i cant stop

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? at LEAST 0

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? i think its a single? a single or a twin either way im miserable send help

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? ummm probably You by Weird Milk?? its the most recent song i added on spotify so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? yeah def unless its one of those “real men wear pink shirts” like just.... stop

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? sometimes my sister makes me watch stevens universe?? il watch phineas and ferb too bc honestly who doesnt anime too but not always cartoon ones or w/e

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? 2001: A Space Odyssey and Daughters of the Dust come to mind

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? u kno where ;) no how big is the treasure?? if its a lil bit id put it in that drawer under the oven bc my family never uses that but if its BIG TREASURE id hide it in the backyard of the last house i lived in bc a. nobody lives there now and 2. its totally overrun with green bc of like two floods

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? water! only water ever

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? honey if theyre mcnuggets but other than that i use honey mustard!

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? chicky parm

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? honestly Inception is my feel-good movie

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? a lil babu

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? i was in girl scouts much longer than i ever wanted to be lmao WISH i coulda done BOY SCOUTS

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? if cash is involved absolutely

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? aboutttt three months ago!

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? no but i can watch

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? when i first got my license yea :( 15 yr olds are dum

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? twice! very good memories

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? egg salad gud

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? the all star breakfast at waffle house yasssss

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? honestly like 9 since i always have to wake up at 7 in the am but il stay up til 11 if i can

37. ARE YOU LAZY? absolutely when have ACTIVE ppl done ANYTHING

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? i was usually a cat bc i never could find a costume i liked smh but when i was 2 i went as winnie the pooh lmao

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? ox!

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? just english but im tryna learn spanish and japanese and im fluent in french if a two year olds speech patterns can be considered as such

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? nah

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? LEGOS lincoln logs are big with nostalgia thoooo

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? with dumb shit yeah but i usually just dont care enough abt stuff to deal

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? theyre both old idc

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? no lol

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? not really tbh i like the adrenaline

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? if im alone!! nobody deserves to hear that

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? nahhh

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? when im in the drive thru haaaa

50. EVER USED A GUN? id like to go to a shooting range some time but ive never used one im also very anti gun so i probs would never buy one unless it was a cute lil glock i can handle well

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? st patricks day it wasnt technically for me tho

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? not in general but when ppl start obsessing over a certain one for months on end abt a certain time period and certain performers and certain songs and certain people of history i start wanting ppl to die

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? YEAH I NEVER HAVE MONEY WTF

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? my sisters obsessed with them so yea but never like. authentic polish potato pockets or anything just a frozen box of em

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? apple?? im not rly into pie tbh

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? ive wanted to go into law enforcement/criminology my whole life!! for a sec i wanted to be a firefighter, a journalist/writer/poet, and some sort of artist but u know how kids are

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? i tried to find that clip from malcolm in the middle for like ten mins but i couldnt yea

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? doesnt everyone tho?

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY? no im a bad adult

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS? nah

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? im not rich!!

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? usually just my undies but when im living with other people il wear a soft shirt and my dc heroes pajama bottoms ayyy

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? ive never been to one! i was gonna go see metallica in baltimore but i moved before i could smh

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? walmart sry targets cool but too much money!!! i go there for home things tho does kmart still exist

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? ADIDAS ive been trying to get a full adidas tracksuit for YEARS

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? fritos! i like the super hot cheetos tho

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? peanutsssss

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nope but they must be good im keepin @tickledsims response bc it made me laugh

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? when i was a lil babu i took ballet and gymnastics a lil later

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? i hope to never have a spouse  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? yep

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? ive actually never even had a spelling bee im sure theyre a myth

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? i think so??

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? nah

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? nahhhhh

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? no but i had a roommate who did i fell in love

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? yeah ok lol so one time when i was a sophomore my french teacher had to use a substitute teacher and hes the reason i believe in love at first sight im STILL in love with him wtf ive also had a bf haha im hilarious

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? i dont really do concerts so i couldnt say but i think matd would be fun!!

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? oh my god

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hot!!!!

81. TEA OR COFFEE? coffee!!!!!!

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? i dont rly like either but i prefer snickerdoodles over sugar

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i can only do that weird frog swim i forget what its called so no im shit at it

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? ye

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? if im able to distract myself?? it also depends on the severity of what im waiting on i guess

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? probs a band i guess i dont rly think abt that kinda stuff sry

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? when i was four i won a coloring contest at the ice cream store

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? nope im poor 89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? both are good!

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? i can knit but i cant crochet

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? fckn bathroom

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? not rly unless its a partnership longlasting romance stresses me out especially with financial responsibility etc

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? -20 years

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? my high school boyfriend hahaaa h,,,,

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? im an adult sry

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 1!

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? nope! lmao i love her tho

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? red but i also like many others??? idk

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? ummm not rly?? im not close enough to anyone to miss them and those i am close to im able to hang with

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT? god uhhh if you havent done it already and want to, @dreambot @nebula-simms @ellowynsims and @pixelbloom

#tag challenge #nonsims #ty lol that was fun