#'s so hard to not jus let everything in my brain spill out into these things

[didderd]

Hi Alex! I was wondering what the boys would do if they were trying to go out with someone who's super oblivious (or maybe just thinks that there's no possible way that someone actually has feelings for them) and they just weren't getting the hint?

*pushes up my nonexistent glasses* heheh *starts clacking away at keyboard*

(gonna kinda mimic @/wishing-stones formatting style wif these sorta asks n harness their good writing energy)

(these got... super long, so under th read more 't goes. (fkn. Tou's and Snaps' take up my whole screen each. i have no self control lmao.) also jus a heads up. Snaps' mentions ~sexual relations~ lol)

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Tic is subtle and has a hard time being straightforward. He'd built up the courage to tell them several times, over several months. Each time, pushing himself to get less subtle about it.

The first few were mixed into bad jokes. "knock knock" "who's there" "a sphinx" "a sphinx who" "a sphinx I like you". Every time, they laughed and blushed, but then assumed it was just a joke.

The last couple of times weren't even mixed into jokes, yet they still assumed he was just messing around.

This time he goes all out. He brings them somewhere beautiful, maybe under a starry sky, and after watching the stars for a bit, he grabs their hands and tells them he loves them. And when they still don't believe him, he brings them close. Inches from a kiss, and tells them he's 100% serious. He shuts them up by closing the gap before they can deny it again.

Tac has been very obviously flirting with this person for about a month, but he guesses he flirts with a lot of ppl, so it's not too farfetched to think he's just like that, so he steps up his game.

He gets more romantic with it. He gets them flowers and asks them out. (He'd asked them out a few times before, but they thought he was just being his usual flirty self. Which wasn't entirely wrong, but doesn't mean he wasn't serious.)

When they think he's just messing around again, he pulls them in with a hand on the small of their back. He assures them that he's 100% serious, and brings them into a deep kiss.

Tou is already very physically affectionate with his friends. Anything they'll allow. Holding hands, kissing their forehead/cheek, friendship cuddles. But with his best friend/crush, he always lingers longer than with the others.

He's absolutely ecstatic that they like the physical affection, but he wants more. He kisses their cheek often, and wishes he were kissing just an inch or two over, but they just don't see what his constant physical affection and lingering touches mean, so he gets more verbally affectionate.

Tbh, his verbal affection was already strong too, so this doesn't do a lot either, but he'd thought if he's now constantly calling them cute, beautiful/handsome, stunning, etc, they'd get the hint.

One day he leans into them, grabs their hand, and calls them the most attractive person he's ever met. He thinks surely they'll have to get the hint now, but they still think he's just being nice.

He gets a little frustrated and picks them up, tossing them over his shoulder, and ports into his room. (He rarely ports outside of battle training.) He sits them on his bed and sits next to them, grabbing their hand and leaning in a lot closer this time.

He kisses their hand, not breaking eye contact for a moment. He tells them he loves them, and that he's not just being friendly, and once they finally get it, he brings them into his lap for cuddles.

Snaps honestly takes a very long time himself to realize he actually wants to be with this person rather than just fuck them. Anyone else would have realized he has feelings for them far before he did.

They've been friends with benefits for months before he realizes it (with some help from his boss).

Once he's done having a crisis about having emotions he was sure didn't exist in him, he goes straight to their apartment and tests the waters.

He makes them a nice breakfast before they get up (tics not bothering him this time, as he's too focused on making it good for them). He holds their hand while they watch TV instead of holding their thigh/waist. He kisses their hand before they leave for work, and sneaks in the pet name "honey" rather than the usual "bunny" as he sees them out.

All of this, they only seemed mildly suspicious of, or flushed at and waved it off, so he gathers that he has to go further with it.

When they get back, he greets them with flowers at the door, dressed well, in a nice button-up and some dress pants. (Tho, he's still wearing his fingerless gloves.)

He leads them to the table, where he'd set up a candle lit dinner. (Food delivered from one of their favorite places, bc he wasn't confident he wouldn't mess up a fancy dinner.)

When they assume he's just buttering them up to ask if they can do something new in bed, he chuckles and assures them this isn't about sex anymore (tho he wouldn't mind that after dinner). His eye light appears, and he leans in, grabbing their hands, and he tells them he wants to be more with them, that he thinks he loves them.

#jbkfgjnkgj 'm sorry i rly couldn't find a way to shorten tou n snaps' any more. they'r so long idk what happened lmao #n tou was supposed to be th one i have the most trouble with!! #rly i had the most trouble with snaps. but ig more trouble = more overthinking = longer portion kjdfnkj #tac's is the only one that's relatively short #idk how wishing stones keeps their answers to these so brief /pos #'s so hard to not jus let everything in my brain spill out into these things #i can't read over all this again 's too much. so i'll jus go ahead n post it hhh #tic sans #tourette's sans #tac sans #fell tourette's sans #tou sans #swap tourette's sans #snaps sans #killer tourette's sans #tourette's sanses #undertale #undertale au #didderd ocs #didderd writes #didderd asks #mushroomchildwithaknife #above read more: silly goofy. doesn't bother with capital letters and full words #under read more: proper. pristine. like u'd pulled sections out of a legit fic or book

[ninjakasuga]

Sonsal Celebration Day 6

Day Six of the celebration of best furry couple by @boundforfreedomsonsal continues! Admittedly I’ve been watching eagerly for this day as this was honestly the first of the prompts I worked on. Having finished reading @archiesoniconline ‘s fan-project version of issue 249 and 250 (in which Sally was deroboticized huzzah) and the signs of Sally dealing with the obvious aftermath; I was inspired. Add in inspiration from a few pages of Glitcher’s Sonic Retold series, and well I had material to work with. I recommend if you want to see a faithful fan continuation of the pre-reboot Archie-Sonic era give ASO, a shot or even pay Glitcher’s DA page ( https://www.deviantart.com/glitcher ) a visit. Since the old comics are never going to see an official revisit we fans are the only ones who will see our beloved characters flourish so give these guys and other fan projects a looksie! Also the lovely, AMAZING art work provided for this prompt was by the amazing @foxinadress​  seriously this amazing artist deserves praise. I recommend not only giving his Tumblr a visit but check their various art platforms and Patreon.

One last Author note; there is some pushing of the PG-13 as per usual, but at this point you guys expect that from me. XD Also while this takes place in my little Sonic fic-verse, it’s out of chronological order, taking place between the Double Date and Surprise prompt episodes.

HURT:

Looking out at the forest beyond Sally Acorn didn’t seem to pay mind to the setting sun, nor did she react to the sounds of the far off cheers coming from the city nearby. There was a lot to celebrate, between the Deathegg being put out of commission, for Naugus being exposed and dealt with, everyone was in a party mood. As much as she didn’t care to dwell on it, the Princess knew a chunk of the celebration was for her own safe return after spending a few months as Mecha Sally.

A few horrible, painful months where she felt like she was trapped inside her own body, unable to do anything but the screaming impulses of Eggman’s whim. She’d be lying if she didn’t thoroughly enjoy seeing his shattered expression as he fled from the Deathegg as the vile creation was torn apart by explosions before crashing into one of his bases it was poised above. It almost made up for the hell she endured.

Yet that joy felt somehow hollow still and it bugged her incessantly. She was back home, her friends and family safe, the Kingdom was safe, and yet… Sally couldn’t fully feel right. She did not feel like she deserved to be there, enjoying the celebration with everyone else. The squirrel-munk hated how she felt, not when her friends, and especially a certain Hedgehog, fought like hell to get her back. Closing her eyes Sally felt the raging memories she tried to suppress coming back. Of her time as Mecha-Sally, from being used as a tool to harm, maim, and kill her friends. Thankfully the latter never happened, but plenty of the former happened; and then there was the recollection of when she was weaponized.

A deep shudder ran through her as she curled her legs closer to her chest, her breathing reaching almost hyperventilating levels as she tried to fight down the terror and panic. By the Neo-Walkers, the Almighty, and any Deity that truly was out there, it was like watching someone dismember you and be AWAKE through it all! In lieu of blood was oil, and yet every part ripped out might as well have been an appendage or organ! While a Robian was made of wires and metal they still had a ‘core’ representing their life-force. When Eggman was taking her apart and enjoying it, her ‘core vitals’ went crazy as if even as a machine her body and true mind knew of the violation being done to her. She nearly died just because Eggman wanted to be sadistic as he prepped her to be a killing machine against all she loved.

Even a week after being deroboticized, she couldn’t shake those vague but potent recollections. Sally was able to suppress and bury most of her trauma by focusing on deposing Naugus before he took the Kingdom down with him, but now that she was left alone to her thoughts; she couldn’t drown it all out.

So lost in her own mind, her ears didn’t even twitch as a familiar ‘sonic-boom’ echoed nearby, signaling the arrival of a certain someone. The flag on the pole she sat beside on the hill of FF Headquarters, began to wave and bob from the sudden gust of wind, along with her hair and vest. Yet Sally didn’t truly seem to pay attention any until a warm hand, gently settled on her shoulder.

“Yo Sal, you okay?! You’re shaking all over!” A concerned voice uttered as the hand moved from her shoulder, and now two entire arms began to gently wrap around her, pulling her into the lap of the owner of said arms. At the feel of his warmth behind her back, Sally instinctively nestled against him, and let out a shaky breath. “I-I’m okay Sonic, jus-just a little chilly is all.”

“Bullshi-er-baloney…” Quipped back the fastest Hedgehog alive as he self-censored himself from uttering a more potent and crass choice of phrase. As he gently rested his chin atop her head, Sonic softly began to gently sway his body, rocking Sally in their embrace as he sought to help her deal with her woes. “You can’t pull a fast one over on me, I know you Sally, and this?” He gestured to her entirely. “This ain’t the wind giving you chills.” His usual jovial tone was dialed all the way to deep concern as his hands remained locked around her waist. “Talk to me Sal, please talk to me.”

Swallowing hard, Sally none-the-less tried to ease his concern with false-assurance. Not easy when those emerald orbs looked at her like that. She loved his eyes but the way he looked at her with concern and love, it almost made things feel worse because she didn’t want him to worry about her. “It’s just a little shake, and bad memories I’ll be fine-.” Interrupting her, Sonic kept his tone even, but a firmness trickled in. “Sally, don’t play this off. Now isn’t the time to pretend you’re not hurting. We sent Naugus packin’ and Egg-butt is still reeling from his toys being broken. Right now the only thing this Hedgehog cares about is the well-being of the woman in my arms. You, numero uno, the one and only Princess Sally, Acorn. The woman I love.” His hand traced along her cheek, making her lip quiver. “You’re hurting, let me help you Sal, right now we have nothing to worry about but us right now. Don’t shut me out, not this time, or ever, please. Now’s the time to let it all out because we dunno when we might get another break.”

His pleas tugged at her heart-strings, his devotion and love for her making her feel wonderful; yet awful at the same time with how her conflicted mind felt. Yet those words she didn’t know she needed to hear, eroded what resistance had been left in Sally. She crumbled like a dam that had burst after too much neglect. Turning her body in his embrace, she buried her face into his neck and sobbed, and just gushed, everything in her spilling out in tandem with the hot tears, leaking from her eyes. “I still remember being weaponized, being taken apart piece by piece, Eggman not caring if he nearly killed me in the process. I saw my own limbs and other pieces just, discarded as he smiled and hummed to music!” A deep shudder ran through her body as she clung to Sonic even more. She began to hiccup but kept talking. “Then he sent me out after everyone… I wish it was a blur, but every image is potently burned into my brain! I remember being used against everyone… I-I almost killed you, my brother, Lupe, Antoine, everyone I cared for and loved… How I managed to not kill anyone I don’t know!”

Shaking her grip on him tightened as more hot tears rolled from her eyes, matting the fur of his shoulder and neck. “When I wasn’t out in the field he made plan out methods to attack the Kingdom, or how to use my knowledge of my friends to use psychological warfare to break you all… I was even tasked to come up with methods to-to assassinate everyone!” Her voice grew hoarse as the lump in her throat got worse, along with the hiccuping. “I made fifty plans for you alone…” 

Deep, burning anger, filled Sonic as much as his desire to comfort and console his best friend and love of his life. The latter won out, and so he mentally filed away his desire to race to wherever Eggman ran off too for the time being and pound his face into jelly. A rage that surpassed the killing desire he felt when fighting the original Robotnik one last time just burned in him, to the point it scared him. Mentally berating himself, Sonic tried to refocus his mind. Sally needed him, and not off fulfilling a vendetta. With one hand, he began to rub up and down her back gently, as the other rested against the back of her head; stroking her auburn tresses as she sobbed against him. “Oh, Sally…” Sonic wanted to make the pain all go away, but knowing he couldn’t just snap a finger and do so, the Hedgehog continued to cradle Sally in his arms.

Sonic was known for his fast-talking, use of quips, and using humor to play off the more dreary elements of what was going on. Keeping upbeat and focusing ahead and ready to move on without looking back much. This was not one of those times he could be flippant on the issue. Yet he wasn’t sure what to say, could he really say anything that could make it all better, even a little? He had to try. “That wasn’t you though-.”

Sally’s tear-stained face pulled away from Sonic’s chest, sending him a glare that could kill, if she didn’t look so emotionally wrecked. “Don’t bull-crap me Sonic Hedgehog, I remember doing all those things!! Me, all me! Eggman let me keep my free will so he could use my tactical prowess and memories and-.”

Interrupting her, Sonic let a low growl leave his throat as he shook his head fiercely. “That wasn’t you Sally Acorn!! I’ve been roboticized too, and I know how that song and dance went!” Shaking his head he placed a soft kiss to her forehead as he held her close still. “Buttnik didn’t give my mind as much leeway as Eggman gave you, but I wasn’t some common bot-job either. Point is you’re still programmed to follow their rules. Just like Robuttnik made me do as he wanted despite any freedom of tactical thinking he left me.” He grit his teeth trying to suppress both his memories of that time and his growing anger. 

“The same applies to you being made to follow that- that, F**King Egg-face’s orders!” He cried giving in and cursing, using a word even he rarely uttered which caused Sally to gasp and stare at him in shock. Something Sonic took advantage of to press on with his words. “Even if you were given some mental free-reign Eggman still wanted dominance and control, meaning he was still using you like a puppet. You were still doing things you did not want to do deep down, because the Sally I know, the Sally I love would never do any of that of her true free will.”

Lip quivering Sally sniffled again, her grip on him tightening some. A fresh wave of doubt, both of her current crisis and old ones creeping into her mind. “Sonic, why? Ho-how could you still love me after all I did? All that I put you and the others through-?”

He interrupted her again with a kiss, soft, and quick, after breaking it his hands gently frame her face. “Because I can, because I do love you, and want to help you through this. Just like you did for me after I was roboticized and used against you all. Remember I wanted to die, but you not only turned me back but helped me deal with the aftermath.” Gently ‘booping’ her nose, he flashed her one of his soft smiles. “I still owe you a makeup date since, well the last one got interrupted by all the blow-out from the Nicole paranoia.”

Softly hiccuping for a moment as she tried to compose herself, Sally found herself slowly smiling if just a thin one. “Even if your girlfriend is a mess? Sonic I-I don’t know if I can trust myself, even if a part of me knows you’re right…” Laying her hands over his, she shook as another wave of doubt and sadness took her. “That was still me, what if what I went through woke up some nasty side of me, a part of me that willingly became a monster to-to ‘get the job done’?”

Firming shaking his head, Sonic leans in, his nose touching hers as his emerald eyes stare into her soft blue peepers. “Then the monster’s gonna have’ta deal with having me around to poke her or wag a finger in her direction. That said I don’t think there’s a monster, just the most amazing woman ever doubting herself. I understand some of what you’re going through Sal, and what I don’t I’m still here to help you along the way. We’ll get through this together like we always do.”

A true, warm, and wide smile crept onto Sally’s face before outright overtaking it. Leaning closer, her forehead, and his touch as she let herself be lost in his emerald gaze. “I don’t deserve you.”

Making a ‘hmm’ of deep thought, the hedgehog just flashed his trademark cocky smile back at her. “Hmm, judges say that’s hogwash. I think the Princess deserves nice things.”

Sally lifted an eyebrow, her mouth quivering as she barely withheld making a ‘snerk’ sound. “So you’re a nice thing?”

“Ten out of ten agree, when you go Sonic, you don’t go back.” He chimed in a sing-song, cheesy tone. Just happy to see her expression lighting up.

A happy laugh left Sally’s lips as she slid her arms around his neck. “I’ll give you that, I’d be lying saying otherwise.” Leaning closer, still staring into Sonic’s eyes, Sally craned her head to the side still leaning in. “I still think I don’t deserve you-.” “Sal-.” She put a finger to his lips. “However, I am very, very happy that you still love and want me even with all my flaws, and baggage.” “Like I’m not flawed-?” She interrupted him again, “Not finished, the bottom line is- oh screw it! I love you too, now kiss me!”’ Deciding words weren’t enough and anything else she said would be a mere retread of words already spoken. She removed her finger from his lips and closed the distance. Planting a big, ol’ wet, and hungry kiss against the Hedgehog’s lips. To which Sonic’s only response was to make a surprised if pleased sound and eagerly return the kiss. Each tightening their hold on the other as the sun fully began to set, and soon the sky lit up with fire-works from the celebration in the city. Almost as if to mirror the setting sun, giving way to the moon and the night; their kissing grew more passionate. Simple lip-to-lip meshing gave way to dueling tongues and their grip on each other began to pet and rub at the skin under their fur, as a heat grew between them.

Shrugging a shoulder, Sally let her vest start to fall off. Noticing this, Sonic started to grasp the article to help slide it back in place, but one of her hands grasped his wrist to stop him. “Don’t.” She pleaded, heat in her voice, her still tear-wet eyes opening to look into his. “I need you Sonic, I want to feel you all of you, kissing me, holding me, on me, in me…” Her soft words carried a mix of soft pleas from the inner turmoil she still felt; intermingled with a sensual huskiness that underlined her desire to be loved and make the pain go away.

Any argument about being out in the open, died without Sonic even uttering the thoughts. Certainly, the concern of being walked upon was there; as far from prying eyes as Freedom Fighter HQ was, they were sitting on top of the grassy hill on top of it. Anyone could wander by and get, well one hell of a show. 

Sally’s loving, needy gaze, and soft pleas killed any objections as Sonic, helped her remove the vest and their kissing resumed. It was probably in their favor that the fireworks show went on as long as it did, dulling out sounds, a pretty distraction and if both Sally and Sonic were, to be honest, ambiance to the oldest dance they were engaged in without a care in the world besides each other.

Robotnik couldn’t destroy them, and neither would Eggman, they would endure as long as they had each other.

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sally Acorn #Sonsal #Sonally #Sonsal Celebration #boundingforfreedom #boundingforfreedomsonsal #romance #Sonsal Week Year 2 #Prompt #hurt #Archie Sonic #Kntohole HQ #kissing

[hornsbeforehalos]

Whiskey, Sweetheart: Part 6

Pairing: Norman Reedus x OFC, Past JDM x OFC Warnings: RPF, Smut, Language, Breif Violence, Jealousy, Angst, Older man/Younger Woman.

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Summary: After Jeffrey’s neglect pushed her away and into the arms of his best friend, Norman and Ky have to figure out if their new relationship can withstand not only the aftermath of the unspeakable crime they commited to keep her safe, but the backlash that comes from being co-workers with a very betrayed Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

A/n: This is the Sequel to Anytime, Sweetheart and The Conquests of Norman Reedus. You’ll probably be a bit confused if you haven’t read Conquests yet, though, or at least the Finale, but you could probably figure it out on your own if you don’t want to. But I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to, lol.

Italasized paragraphs in the beginning part is an excerpt from Anytime, Sweetheart, Chapter 5, if anyone was wondering.

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We were standing on the roof of the building, surrounded by a bout a hundred other people, but the only person in my line of vision was Jeffrey. I looked up at him, arms around his neck, feeling his hands at my hips as he swayed us to the rhythm of the music being played.

  "You’re so fucking beautiful.“ He breathed, leaning down to touch his for head to mine. I closed my eyes and smiled as the 10 second countdown began. I raised my eyes back to him as the seconds ticked by, and found myself lost in his irises. He rubbed his hands up my body and pushed them into my hair in the final seconds...

3...2...1.

I was jolted from my drunken stupor that I’d induced when the door to the greenroom that I’d been hiding out in busted open and a very, very intoxicated Jeffrey practically fell through. Rolling my eyes as I sat up, I gathered my things and made ready to get the fuck out of there as fast as possible, doing my best to not make eye contact as the room swayed too and frow. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled once he saw me, straightening his posture to give the mirage of being some-what coherent, “Didn’t know you were in here.” 

“S’fine.” I drawled lazily, shoving my belongings into my purse and moving to stand. The sudden movement unnerved my brain, though, and I wavered for a moment before stumbling back into the cushions. 

“You alright?” He inquired, leaning against the wall as he picked at the food laid out on the service table, his hooded eyes concerned but still drunken.

“M’fine, just drunk.” I answered, resting my elbows on my knees to cup my face in my hands, trying to gather the sobriety to move before an argument could ensue. The truth of the matter was I was far from fine, or okay. The day being what it was took a bigger toll on me than I thought it would, and seeing him there now only made my chest clench and more guilt trickle its way into my heart.

“Meee toooo.” He chuckled, taking another bite of the taquito he’d been nibbling on. I nodded my head with a snort before attempting one more time to stand. 

It didn’t work.

My stomach flip flopped and the room spun, my legs giving out and my ass planting firmly back into the couch as I lurched forward and grabbed the tiny trashcan beside me just in time to spill my guts into it. As I heaved, I could feel chilly fingers pulling my hair out of my face and a strong hand gently rubbing my back in a soothing movement. 

“You’re alright, babydoll, just get it out.” 

Once the choking subsided, Jeffrey stood for a second to grab a water bottle, handing it to me as I wiped my mouth.

“Thanks,” I said shyly, looking up at him from where I sat with a small smile. 

“No problem.” He grunted, sinking into the other side of the couch with a huff. He scrubbed his face with his jaw as he eyed me, smirk playing on his lips as he asked, “Why you hidin’?”

“I’m not hiding,” I grumbled, leaning my head against my arms on the side of the sofa, “I jus’ got drunk early.”

“I can see that.”

“What’s your excuse?”

“I don’t have one.”

I turned my head to see him resting his temple on his knuckles, gazing off across the room for a moment before finding my eyes. He shook his head before looking away again and mumbling,”Today’s just a hard day.”

I rolled my eyes as I sat up, shaking my head and gathering my wits and the rest of my things, “Whatever.”

Jeffrey’s hand wrapped around my wrist, forcing me to look at him again. His eyes said that he genuenly was upset, and the tears welling in the corners of his creases sent another ping through my heart. 

“I....Will you...I’m....” He attempted, letting go of my wrist to look off again, shaking his head as he tried to find the words, “I don’t know what to say to you, Ky.” 

I stared at him for a moment before saying, “Tell me why you pushed me away, Jeffrey.”

His eyes closed at the request, his hands cupped over his nose and mouth as he sniffled, fighting the tears from leaving his eyes. He sniffed again and removed his hands, resting his forearms on his knees as he looked to the ground, “I dunno, love. You scared the shit outta me I guess.”

A scoff left my throat before I could stop myself, “Really, Jeff? You dunno how to fucking talk to someone?”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He rasped, scrubbing his face again with a  sigh, “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Quit it, brat. I’m tryin’ to appologize.”

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Why?” He snorted, leaning back into the seat with a cocky smirk plastered on his face and chuckling, “Norm call you that yet?”

“Fuck you,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at him, causing him to chuckle further.

“Haven’t shown him that side yet, huh?” He poked, crossing his arms and quirking a brow.

“Stop being an asshole.” I growled, jaw clenched.

“You used to love that about me.”

“Fuck you, Jeff.” I repeated, snatching my bag up and standing, “You fucked up. Don’t be pissed that I’m happy now.”

“You’re supposed to be happy with me!” He roared, suddenly rising to his feet and pointing at his chest, “You’re supposed to be mine!”

“Then you shouldn’t have thrown that away!” I exclaimed back, taking a step forward and craning my neck to look at him, “You’re the one who wasn’t there for me.”

His lips were on mine before I could blink, the heavy odor of whiskey stinging my mouth and assaulting my senses. He attempted to wrap his arms around me to pull me closer, but I quickly shoved against his chest with my hands before slaping him as had as possible across his face.

“What in the fuck, Jeff?!” I screeched, wiping the spit from my lips as he backed away, covering his own mouth with his hand and closing his eyes in embarrassment.

“Fuck, Ky, I’m-”

“Just stop, Jeff. Fucking stop,” I Seethed, holding my hand up to keep him from speaking. I turned to walk out of the room but stopped and faced him again, squinting dangerously, “You fuckin’ touch me again, you say any more shit again, and I’ll give you another fuckin’ reason to be scared of me.”

I was on an airplane to New York before I could blink, and in an Uber to Norman’s apartment before I could breathe. Banging on the door at 2 in the  morning probably wasn’t the nicest thing to do without calling, but I wasn’t even thinking about it. Norman answered the door finally, rubbing his eyes in his sleepy haze. I didn’t really even give him the chance to realize what was going on before I felling into his bare chest and started bawling.

“Shhhh, babe, what’s going on?” He asked as tipped my chin up for him to wipe the tears away from my face, “What happened?”

“Fucking Jeff. He-” I choked, sobbing again as I was unable to get the words out, “He kissed me and-”

“He fucking what?” Norman growled, his arms tightening around me and his jaw chenching.

“I was in the greenroom passed out, he came in and we were talking and I got sick and he-”

“And you kissed him back?” He asked, holding me out from him by my upper arms suddenly. 

Anger coursed through me as a new set of tears let loose down my cheeks. I slapped his arms away from me and gave him a look of betrayal, “No, Norman. What the fuck? I slapped the shit out of him and threatened his life. Jesus Christ.”

I turned my back to him and stomped into his living room and shoved myself down on one of the cushions by the window, “I can’t believe you just said that.”

Norman crossed his arms and leaned his hip against the couch, the muscles in his chest and arms flexing with his frustration, “What happened then?”

Scoffing, I crossed my own arms and stared blankly to down to the city streets, “Fuck you.”

“So now I get to deal with this shit, huh? You show up in the middle of the night, say some shit, and get to be a bitch?” Norman challenged, lifting his hands up in question as he took a step forward, “I’m not putting up with that shit, Ky.”

“I’ll fuckin’ leave then,” I hissed, standing up and making my way to the door for my bag. 

Norman growled again as he raked a hand through his sleep-tangled hair, snatching me by the wrist before I could get to the handle, “Stop.”

“Fuck you,” I snarled back, jerking my wrist out of his grasp and pointing at him sharply, “I came to you because you’re supposed to be the one I go to for everything. You're supposed to be the one who’s got my back.”

“I do.” He rebutted, shaking his head as he exhaled deeply, attempting to calm his anger.

“Then have some fuckin’ faith in me, for fuck’s fuckin’ sake.” I snapped.

“I’m sorry, okay? I told you I wasn’t good at this shit.” He replied, stepping away and moving back towards the couch. He sat down with a sigh and another quick shake of his head before lighting a cigarette and putting his head in his hands.

“You don’t have to be good at relationships to not assume the worst all the damn time. You really think that little of me?” I snarked, joining him in the room and standing in front of him.

“Whiskey, sweetheart, I-” He started, lifting his head to look at me before I cut him off.

“No, don’t ‘Whiskey’ me, right now, Norman. That was fucking bullshit, and you know it. I get that I don’t have an amazing fucking track record, but shit, neither do you, and I don’t go throwing that in your face, now do I?”

“I never meant to throw anything in your face, okay? Just the thought of him...touching you...Kylin, I saw how much you two meant to each other.”

“Yeah, and you also saw how it fell the fuck apart, too, right?” I retorted, crossing my arms and cocking a hip out to the side, “You saw how I ran to you, right?”

“Yeah, and here I am fucking it up.” Norman suddenly boomed, standing up and pacing back and forth in front of the window, taking a drag from the cigarette, he lowered his tone of voice and rasped, “What if I fuck it up some more and you run back to him, huh?”

“God, I could fucking knock the hell out of you right now, you know that? Seriously, Fuck. You.” I seethed, stomping my foot in frustration before storming off down the hallway.

“Where are you going?” He asked, trailing behind me down the hall.

“To fuckin’ bed. I’m done with this bullshit. Work yourself out and then talk to me when you’re not being fucking retarded.” I said before slamming the door of his guest room in his face and collapsing on the bed.

I woke up the next morning as warm arms and cold toes trapped me against a strong chest. Norman nuzzled his face into my hair from behind me, and my eyes fluttered open as I felt him inhale my scent. He burrowed deeper until he got to the flesh of my neck, kissing it lightly before rasping, “M’sorry.”

I rolled over in his arms to face him, the sun shining through the curtains behind him giving him a halo of light behind his head. I stared into his eyes for a moment before sighing gently, “You have to trust me, babe.” 

“I do,” he said genuinely, his eyes trailing away from my face in shame, “I just....I don’t know.”

“You have nothing to be insecure of, Norman. Understand that.” I promised, rolling my eyes at his uncontrolled smirk at the accidental innuendo. 

He wrapped his arms tighter around me, pulling my face against his chest, “I have a lot of things to be insecure about, Kylin.” He tucked his chin to rest against my head, his shoulders sagging as he sighed, “My ability to be in a relationship is obviously one of them.”

“Just stop overthinking.” I answered simply, wrapping my own limbs tighter around him.

“I feel like I’ve said that to you before.” He snorted.

“Probably, but it’s the truth.” I said, kissing the skin against my lips, “I’m not going anywhere.” 

“I know. I really do know that, I promise.”

“Good.”

“Now, I have question for you.”

“Too early for questions.” I mumbled, followed by muffling a yawn into his chest.

“What’re you doin’ for Valentines Day?”

“Hopefully you,” I giggled, earning me a smack on the ass.  

“Seriously.” He quirked, grin crooked. 

“What are you trying to plan?”

“Well I heard there’s this band in Finland you like...” He trailed off, watching my eyebrows shoot up and my mouth drop open, “And I know some people who know some people...”

“What are you saying, Norm?”

“Well you see, RIDE just got renewed, right?”

“Yessss...” I hissed, eyes narrowing in suspicion, “Get to the point.”

“Well, I got tickets to their Valentine’s Day show in Helsinki, the producers thought it would be a cool new place to go.”

“Are you asking me to be on the show?”

“Maybeeee. What do ya say?”

I smiled, beamed, really, up at him and tightened my arms before squealing, “Of fucking course dude! Thank you, baby!”

He squeezed me just as tight and nuzzled into my hair, planting kisses everywhere he could reach before pulling away and patting my ass again, “Good. Now I gotta get up.”

“Where are you going this early?”

“Gotta talk show today, help me pick out a suit.” He answered, rolling out of bed and standing. 

I stretched in the sheets before hauling myself up, rubbing my eyes and yawning, “I need some coffee before I play stylist.”

“You know where the coffee machine is, girl. Go make some and hurry back before I find something that makes me look like a dork.”

“So, Norman, you have another show on AMC as well as The Walking Dead, right? A motorcycle show?” 

“Uh, yeah, I go around and pick up my friends and we go on these little excursions throughout a area, check out the local landmarks and stuff. It’s really cool and really fun.” Norman replied, swiping his upper lip with his finger tips while nodding his head.

“Where’s the funnest place you’ve been?” She asked, smiling brightly at him before taking a sip of her coffee. 

“Well, me and Jeffrey Dean Morgan went to Spain last year, and that was pretty awesome, me and one of my friends from the band Mastadon went to New Orleans and that was a pretty knarly experience, too.” 

“Are you guys going to be doing a new season this year?”

“Yeah, actually, we start filming next month. I’m taking my girlfriend to Finland.”

“Girlfriend?”

Immediately realizing his screw up, Norman’s ears turned bright red and he covered his face with his hands as the crowd erupted. Shaking his head at himself, he looked up to the ceiling and groaned, “Ohhhh, she’s gonna kill me.”

“So, do we know who this girlfriend of your’s is?” She teased haughtily, wagging her eyebrows in his directing and further deepening his blush. 

He snorted back a laugh, his face burning red, “I’m sure everyone’s seen the pictures.”

“But we’re not gonna talk about that, huh?”

“I’d rather not, ha-ha,”

“So what’s in Finland?”

“Well a few buddies of mine out there ride, so we’re gonna go see them and then ride to a concert in Helsinki. It’s gonna be pretty dope.”

“That sounds amazing...” 

The rest of the interview was without mishap, thankfully, and was quickly over. I sighed as I clicked off the T.V in the living room and made my way back into the bedroom to sleep a little longer. Laying face down in the pillows and blankets in nothing but my underwear and a tank top, I dozed off until he got back. 

I felt the mattress dip in with weight as a low, timber growl echoed through the spacious room. I smirked to my self, my eyes still closed and my face still covered by the tangling mess that was my hair. His hands came in contact with my ankles first, the thick callouses on his palms brushing tantalizing sparks through my skin as he ran them upward over my calves and thighs as he crawled further onto the bed. 

“Mmmmm,” I mewled, as his bangs tickled my shoulders as he hunched over me, his lips leaving feather-light kisses and goosebumps spreading across my flesh. 

“Don’t you just look delectable.” He rasped, his voice low and gritty in my ear as he moved the hair away from my neck and face to see me. 

“You’re in trouble.” I mumbled, my lids peeking open slightly to glare at him. 

“I knowwww,” He whined, snorting a chuckle as he pressed his forehead to my back and groaned to himself, “I’m an idiot, I’m sorry. Everybody knows anyways.”

“I’ll let your publicist do the work of chewing your head off for me. Back to this massage.” I grumbled, furrowing my brow in demand and stretching my arms and legs out like a starfish across his bed, “You didn’ even wish me Happy New Years yet, dick.”

He let out a  bark of a laugh as he readjusted himself between my legs, his large hand coming down with a loud SMACK on the top of my ass, “Happy New Year, Whiskey.”

“Fuck!” I grunted into the pillow, grateful to have the noise muffled by the feathers and blankets. My skin was instantly glowing hot as my heart rate accelerated and my eyes rolled back. 

Norman’s bare chest was pressed against my back in an instant, one forearm holding him on top of me as his other hand squeezed the burning flesh of my ass. He rutted against my hip, his cock trapped inside the jeans he’d been wearing and the buckle of his belt digging into my skin. The baritone in his voice was almost animalistic when he growled out, “You like that, girl?”

“Fuh-ck” I repeated again as he let his hand come down again to deepen the pink tinge to my flesh. 

“Ooooh, you do like it, don’t you?” He chuckled darkly, lifting up and off the bed to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants. I heard the whizz of a belt being pulled through the loops before the bed dipped under his weight again and he yanked my hips up the way he wanted, my knees on the bed and my back arched for him. 

The cool touch of the leather snaked its way across the silk and lace covering my cheeks, enticing a whimper from me as he rasped deeply, “This what you want, Whiskey?”

Another part of me, of which I am still never able to figure out, whined back a very needy, “Please.”

The thundering crack of the leather blistering my skin bellowed off the walls, followed by a deep gasp from me as the sensation flooded my bloodstream. My body pushed itself flat into the sheets, my flesh blazing with an unexpected orgasm that washed over me in a crescendo of waves. The pornographic noise that came from my chest would have been embarrassing if I hadn’t been under the intoxication that was this feeling.

“Shit, that’s all it takes, huh?” Norman grunted as he tossed the belt on the bed in front of my face before gripping my hips and righting me the way he wanted me again, pulling my panties to my knees in the process. His swollen, throbbing cock sunk into me deeply, pulling another moan from me as a hiss of pleasure left Norman’s lips at the same time. 

“Nor-or-or-or-ma-ma-mannnnnnn” I keened as he pounded into me, his hips punishing against my own. Another powerful climax swept over me quickly, my quivering walls tightening and flexing around his thick cock as he pumped in and out of me with abandon. The thick drag against my already sensitive skin was overwhelming, my eyes continuing to roll back into their sockets as he grunted and thrust deeper. I could feel his fingers playing where our bodies were connected, his index and thumb swirling in the wetness. I had almost blacked out until I felt the firm push of the tip of his thumb through the ring of muscle of my ass, jolting me upward, knocking another earth shattering clench from me as I wailed, “Oh my, God.”

“Look at you, Fuck. So hot.” He grunted as he pressed the pad of his thumb just a tad bit deeper, the stroke of his cock still stretching me senseless, “Come for me, Kylin.”

“I can’t,” I whined, my already over sensitive frame still quivering in ecstasy, “Baby, I can’t.”

His hand came down on the abused flesh of my ass again, a growl ripping out of his throat as he demanded, “Now, Kylin.”

My fingers found the leather as I pushed back against him, pulling away to flip over onto my back and wrap the belt around the back of his neck. Like something that I’ve only seen in movies, I slipped the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled, quickly tightening the strap around Norman’s throat. His eyes went wide for a moment as his face turned red with the lack of oxygen, before his pupils dilated and a wicked grin curled his mouth as I pulled him down on top of me. The darkness in his tone shook through me as the sound vibrated through his chest while he ripped my underwear from my legs, “You’re the one in trouble now.”

A sharp intake of air was needed as he thrust forward and pushed into me, my grip on the belt tightening as he plundered away at my gripping heat. Feral growls and deep grunts left his throat as he pinned me to the mattress by my knees and fucked me sore. The blunt head of his dick pressed deeper and deeper inside of me with every pump, triggering serial orgasms that wracked my body as I writhed beneath him. 

“Tighter, girl, I’m about to nut,” He demanded, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the pillow beside me as I pulled even more, my jaw slack as gasps continued to roll through me. 

He practically ripped himself from my wetness as he pushed my shoulders down, his thighs straddling my head as he shoved his cock past my lips just in time for his release to spill down my throat. I moaned into the feeling of him in my mouth, my eyes watering as my gag reflex tried to make me choke on him.

He held strong to the back of my head, his fingers tangled almost painfully into my hair as he pushed further down my throat and secured me in place, “Don’t fuckin’ stop.” 

A whimper gurgled its way out of my nose as a hand wrapped around the base of my jaw, cupping it in his palm to feel himself move down my throat as his hips jerked back and forth. He remained hard against my tongue as he thrusted, the thick head of his cock forcing his come down my throat for me to choke on as it began to swell again.

“Fuck,” He roared loudly, a deep echo cascading around me as he came again, pushing my nose into the curly hair of his pubic bone, “Swallow it.”

I choked again but did I was told, my eyes blinked the tears pouring out of my eyes as I looked up at him, a purely dominant smirk accompanying the lustful darkness in his irises staring back at me. 

He released my hair and popped himself out of my mouth, removing the belt and moving down my body as I gasped for air. He kissed me fully on my open lips, his tongue exploring and savoring as our jaws rocked together. He pulled away to look me in the eyes, silently asking if I was okay. I kissed him again as my hands explored his back, my nails digging in his flesh as he bit my bottom lip.

“You’re gonna come for me one more time, Whiskey,” He rasped, his biting teeth moving from my jaw down my neck, his tongue lapping the marked flesh as he made his way south. 

“Fuck, babe, I can’t.” I begged, my sore and tender flesh raw and painful, “It hurts.”

“Then I’ll kiss it better,” He promised, kissing below my belly button and nuzzling between my thighs. 

“Daddy, please,” That hidden part of me said, my eyes immediately widening in embarrassment as my skin flushed. 

Norman’s eyes popped up at me in surprise, a choking laugh escaping him as his eyes brightened, “Oh-Ho!”

He was crawling back up to my face in no time, his strong hands gripping both my wrists and holding them above my head as he attacked my mouth and face and neck. I could feel his already hard cock rutting against the raw skin between my thighs, puling a whimpering mewl from my lips as I struggled against him. 

“Oh, little one, I think you got one more in you for me.” His voice was dark, almost dangerous, and the deep rasp sent shivers through me as his hot breath ghosted down the goosebumps coating my flesh as he brought my arms down from my head to pin to my stomach, never releasing them from his strong grip. 

His other hand helped him part my swollen lips, his tongue gentle and light as he licked through my folds. His scratchy chin irritated the tender flesh more, earning him another whimper from me. He blew against the over sensitive bundle of nerves sweetly before latching his lips around it and sucking. My hands instantly struggled against his, my fingers low enough to tangle in the ends of his hair, my tugs just egging him on as he ripped a white hot, earth shattering orgasm out of my already exhausted and spent body. Sparks flew through my blood stream and blurred my already waning vision, a deafening sound spewing from my lips that sounded something like a prayer in my head. My body gushed a final flush of fluid against Norman’s face, his hungry tongue lapping up all I could give and dying for more.

With a sharp enough tug to the strands of hair in my grasp, he released my wrists and pulled himself up to my face, his forearms hiking my legs up as his steel-hard dick slipped easily inside me. Another moan was muffled by his mouth as he filled my still-clenching walls, his pace as slow and languid as his lips on mine. 

“Fuck, I love you,” He gasped as his hands moved from behind my legs to my hair, my ankles clasping themselves around his back as I moaned again into his skin.

“I love you too,” I confessed, emotions and bodily senses in a tornado as I reveled in the feeling of him smothering me entirely. He rocked into me tenderly, slowly igniting another burning sensation in me that was completely unstoppable. 

His muscles tensed under my fingertips as he let a final thrust into me bring us both to ultimate bliss, his mouth moving with mine as I gasped and shuddered against him. We panted in unison as we caught our breath, his face buried in my hair at the base of my neck before holding himself up off of me slightly to look me in the eyes. 

The darkness I’d seen earlier had disappeared, and was replaced with the shy, cerulean irises I’d grown so fond of. His lips tender and gentle as he kissed me again. His voice was hoarse and even more raspy as he almost had to whisper, “I love you, Whiskey.”

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The Hollow Men - Chapter 6

**Look here for summary and warnings**

Dean was absolutely certain that it would take millennia to forget the look of complete horror on Alfie’s face. He could be brainwashed, reborn, and diagnosed with a memory destroying disease but he’d still have that look implanted in his brain because ho-ly f uck it was just too good.

“Are you not aware that that is the same man who tried to kill you?”

“Oh, I’m completely aware, Alfie,” Dean grinned as he leaned against the wall in his small apartment. “But he fucks me like a god so I’m not really complaining-”

“You should be!” Alfie squeaked and Dean sighed. “How do you know he won’t turn on you?”

“We made a deal.”

“You made a- Oh!” Alfie exclaimed and threw up his hands. “Well, my mistake! You made a deal with a criminal who has no morals and murders for fun. Phew!” he sighed and mockingly wiped the sweat off his brow. “Glad we dodged the bullet! Metaphorically and literally!”

Dean couldn’t help but smile and softly shake his head. “Hey, it’s been a week since you thought I was dead and I���m still here. He hasn’t done anything to me for that long. You should be grateful.”

“I am grateful, Dean, I am. But...But it’s him! He’s….” Alfie looked over Dean’s shoulder and let his eyes go over Castiel sitting pretty on Dean’s bed. “Bad.”

“And I’m not?”

“Two negatives don’t make a positive.”

“Actually, in several cases they do.” Alfie fixed Dean with an exasperated glare. “This is one of those cases.”

The younger of the two rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I don’t like it.”

“You don’t have to like it.”

“I’m not going to bring him any food.”

“Well, then you can bring two orders for me. Okay?”

Alfie stared at Dean for a while, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he tried to fight back whatever words so eagerly wanted to spill from his mouth.

“Hey,” he called and moved his eyes from Dean to Castiel. “Don’t hurt him,” he said sternly once Castiel met his eyes.

Castiel’s mouth quirked up into a smirk and his eyes seemed to get brighter.

“You...You hurt him and I-I’ll….” Castiel lifted his eyebrows, a silent gesture for Alfie to go on. “I’ll kill you.”

His smirk turned into a grin while his eyes stayed latched on the boy’s. “You’re tempting me.”

Alfie’s eyes grew wide but he kept himself together fairly well, swallowing down his discomfort. He looked back to Dean and decided to ignore the look of surprise he found on his face. “I’m leaving now.”

“Uh, yeah…. Alright.”

“Don’t be stupid about this,” he warned before turning away and opening the door.

“Right,” Dean mumbled before exclaiming “Oh!” and moving forward to grab Alfie by the wrist. “I almost forgot,” he grinned and pulled him closer before tilting his chin up and softly placing his lips against his.

Alfie noticeably stiffened but didn’t pull away. In fact, his free hand wrapped itself lightly around the hem of Dean’s shirt and pulled him closer.

The kiss didn’t last more than a few seconds and when Dean pulled away he was smiling. “I owed you that, didn’t I?”

“You owe me a lot more for all the stress you cause me,” Alfie replied while letting go of Dean’s shirt. “But, yeah. I’ll take that for now.”

Dean gave him one last smile before finally letting him go and shutting the door behind him.

“Keep doing stuff like that and I’ll start getting jealous,” Castiel taunted and looked up at Dean. “And jealous me isn’t very kind.”

“Don’t hurt him.”

“My God, you two are made for each other.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You’re a damn pain.”

“Why not hurt him though? He’s just another liability,” Castiel stated as Dean walked over to him. “Just another pathetic attempt at companionship from you,” he sighed. “Why do you insist on keeping all these ties, Dean? I’m curious.”

Dean didn’t answer but instead straddled Castiel’s waist and slowly kissed him.

“Is this going to be the only way to get you to shut up?” Dean asked, his nose pressing against Castiel’s own.

“Uhh,” Castiel pondered while looking up towards the ceiling. “Yes.”

Dean grinned and brought his mouth back to Castiel’s while shoving him down onto the mattress, his hips already grinding down roughly onto his. By the time Dean had his shirt off and Castiel’s halfway unbuttoned, he was the one on his back and Castiel had taken quick control. Dean found that he liked the way Castiel handled him. How he held him down and ordered him around. How he teased Dean right to the brink of an orgasm before pulling away altogether. Dean enjoyed the feeling of Castiel pressing his face into a pillow while fucking him from behind just as much as he enjoyed the words he spat into his ear. He reveled in the hold Castiel often had on his throat, how it tightened with each thrust into him. Dean never would’ve imagined enjoying that type of domination so much, but now that he had experienced it there was no going back.

Currently, Castiel was holding Dean’s wrists together high above his head, his hips moving slowly against his as his cock moved slowly in and out of him. Dean couldn’t do much more than moan out slurred words and chase after Castiel’s lips whenever he pulled away. He knew Castiel liked all of this too. Liked being in control and shoving Dean into whatever position he wanted.

“Fuck,” Castiel panted out now as he moved forward into Dean again. “I feel good don’t I?” he asked through lidded eyes as Dean’s back arched off the bed. “I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had, aren’t I?” he pressed on while Dean grabbed his hips and pressed them harder against his. “No one’s ever put a cock like mine in you. Your first guy was a fucking joke, wasn’t he?” Castiel wrapped a hand around Dean’s throat and thrusted into him once and hard. “Answer me,” he demanded and Dean let out a whine. “Tell me how much you like it. Tell me how good I feel, Dean.”

“S-So good,” he pushed out.

“Yeah?” Castiel smiled and started moving his hips again. He wrapped an arm around the back of Dean’s knee and hoisted his leg higher.

“Best I’ve- Jus…. Just the fucking best….”

“I know, baby,” Castiel grunted and shoved himself deeper into Dean. “I know you like my cock. I know you like how I fuck you and how pathetic you get underneath me, I know,” he panted and moved both of his hands to Dean’s hips as his own started moving faster and harder against him. “And you like when I cum in you,” he hissed. “Fuck, you like when I-” Castiel stopped short as he thrusted himself forward once more. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as his hips jolted forward. “Dean….”

The feeling of Castiel releasing inside of him was all Dean needed before he was experiencing an orgasm of his own, his cum covering his own stomach as he rode his high.

Castiel pulled out of him a second later and got off the bed before moving into the bathroom.

Dean was still on his back, panting heavily. He raised a hand to his forehead and smiled before dragging it down his face. A washcloth landed near him in the next moment and he quickly picked it up before running it down his stomach.

“You know,” Castiel said and Dean turned his head to look at him, his eyes tracing up and down his naked form, “my calf still looks like a bitch, Winchester. I probably shouldn't even fucking walk on this thing.”

He sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. “Suck it up. I got you everything you needed for all your shit.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy about my blood levels being back to normal, but god damn this thing is annoying as hell,” he huffed and twisted his body around to look down at the long, jagged cut. “The grade D stitching always gets caught on my pants. My shoulder and abdomen aren’t any better.”

“The fuck do you want me to do about it?” Dean asked and sat up on one elbow as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Be better at stitching me up next time,” Castiel mumbled and looked away from his injury before focusing back on Dean. “Seriously though. I need this leg to not be a problem when we go back out.”

“So,” Dean shrugged, “we’ll wait till your whining ass is all better. Problem solved!” He grinned as Castiel rolled his eyes and made his way back over to the bed after shutting off the lights.

“I want to be better now.”

“You’re such a child,” Dean sighed as Castiel got back in their bed.

Castiel, electing to ignore that comment, reached over Dean for a bottle of beer on the nightstand and sighed at its light weight.

“Get that kid to get us some more tomorrow.”

“Uh-huh,” Dean yawned as Castiel settled onto his back.

“Alright then,” he sighed and closed his eyes. “Try not to be facing me in the morning, your face always freaks me the hell out.”

“Screw yourself.”

“Mm, that’d put you out of a job.”

Dean smiled as Castiel let out a long sigh and moved a hand behind his head.

Dean kept his eyes on Castiel’s profile, tracing it up and down in the dim light, for some time. He really hated how attractive the man beside him was and how he made him feel. It hadn’t just be years since Dean had been sexually intimate with someone, it had been years since Dean had been intimate in any way. And of course, it had to be for the psycho with the trench coat.

He moved closer to Castiel and wrapped a hand around his waist just as he laid a head on his shoulder.

That was a mistake.

Dean yelled as Castiel twisted his arm and sat up in the bed.

“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Castiel snarled as Dean hissed painfully at his still twisting arm.

“I- Nothing! I was-”

“What do you think is going on here? Do you think I’m your goddamn boyfriend? Do you want me to hold your hand and kiss away all your problems? I do not give a shit about you, Winchester, I will kill you right now if you can’t see that. You’re nothing but a good lay, you got that?!” Castiel stressed.

“I got it!” Dean screamed back before raising his free arm and shoving Castiel away with it. “I wasn’t doing shit anyway.”

“Don’t try to bullshit me. Fucking sentimental prick,” Castiel spat. “I’m not here to perch on your shoulder and make all the bad shit go away.”

“I know that!” Dean snapped and turned away from him. “Jesus Christ would you shut up about it?! I’m trying to sleep.”

“If I knew fucking you was going to make you get feelings for me I would’ve driven something else into you.”

Dean didn’t respond, but instead pulled his pillow halfway over his head and groaned loudly.

“Stay on your own fucking side, got that?”

Dean turned around and landed his fist against Castiel’s face. “If you ain’t gonna shut up on your own, I’ll do it for you! Now, shut the fuck up and let me sleep!”

Dean laid back on his side, breathing heavily in anger as Castiel settled back down mumbling to himself about pathetic Dean was.

It was later in the night, when Castiel’s snoring let Dean know he was definitely asleep, that he finally let himself cry.

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“M’ sorry.”

They’d been rocking back and forth on the floor for a while, or at least Sonic is pretty sure it’s been a while. His mind is foggy, struggling not to float away from him, but it recalls, vaguely, that there had been more light streaming into their cabin a bit ago. 

“I really do not mind--”

“No, dude, I-- please. Jus’ let me apologize.”

Maybe Ruby can sense Sonic has something to say-- odd of him, right after a panic attack, since he usually needs time to gather his bearings before being okay enough to open conversation-- or maybe he’s in a mood to be less stubborn than he usually is, but he goes quiet. Sonic feels him gently, very gently, bump his head to his in quiet support.

“M’ sorry,” he begins, and he tries to put pressure on the wound he feels gush right after, but he just feels the blood in his hands and his mouth open. “M’ sorry for making a mess, an’ I’m sorry for stressing you out, and I’m sorry for kicking you and I’m sorry for hurting you and I’m sorry for freaking out in the middle of the night and I’m sorry for not being able to shower on my own and I’m sorry for--”

“--For not being okay.”

Sonic’s breath stutters, and he swallows the instinct to argue against the sentiment, but he’s known for awhile he hasn’t been okay. He hasn’t been, for a long time, but the fact still tastes bitter in his mouth, and makes him sick to his stomach. He nods, mutely. He feels Ruby’s arms snake around him tighter, and becomes aware of his hands running gently up and down his arms. A small kiss is pressed on his shoulder, which releases some of the tension Sonic’s carrying. He sighs shakily, and feels all the energy left in his both dissipate into the air around him. 

“You should know better than anyone that I have never been okay,” Ruby speaks after a moment of silence. Sonic sinks against his chest, and guiltily becomes aware of the fact he must have pricked Ruby with his quills, the way he’s holding him.

“..What about that?”

“That you have never held that against me,” the dark hedgehog adds, guiding his hand to knit with Sonic’s fingers. “So why are you so intent on holding the same thing against yourself?”

Sonic blinks, somewhere between being completely out of it and oddly present. He can still hear it-- the world caving in, the robotic whirrs of the enemy, Gadget asking for his help to deliver the next blow, Tails on the intercom, who had been so relieved to see him alive and okay, cheering him on. You’ll always be our shining hope.

And he wants to be. For everyone else, and for himself. 

“‘Cause I’m supposed to be,” he replies, even though he’s aware Ruby already knows the answer. “‘Cause.. I like chaos, right?”

Ruby hums.

“And-- I do, ‘cause no matter what, I can.. I can control myself. Always. I mean… y’know, no one knows anythin’ about this.”

He blinks his eyes open, even if they weight as much as a robot’s foot. Sonic stares, blearily, down at his feet, and down at the arms around him that had to keep him in check to not do something stupid, something Sonic couldn’t control. Something Sonic couldn’t control, because he was back there, for a while. For a while, he was back in space, and he was also back in that basement, and he could somehow hear both the harrowing loneliness of Eggman’s cell and the pain, pain, pain of not having autonomy, of being held to one place and forced to hear bones break and see blood spill on the floor. He couldn’t change it then, just like he couldn’t stop himself from going back over and over and over and over.

“An’ I can’t anymore.”

Sonic bites down on his cheek, suddenly angry and frustrated and for a second or two he thinks of everything else, of the people he let down and the people he let die and the people he couldn’t help and every problem he can’t fix and the fact he can’t get it into his damn brain that he’s okay, should be okay, is okay and damnit he’s so tired and he hates himself, for a second. He swallows the bitter-tasting self hatred, and misses the spoonful of sugar that is his usual positivity. 

Just for a second or two, he feels drained and dim. Sonic laughs, and chokes on the sound.

“‘Ere’s still-- some part’a me that’s back there. In that stupid base, in that-- fucked up basement. An’ I keep thinking that I should be able to-- not care. That this shouldn’t be a big deal, cause it usually-- isn’t. And it feels-- wrong, that it isn’t. It still does.”

“Y’know, not to be a downer, ‘cause that ain’t my style, but-- s’ hard, to like myself when I’m like this.”

All he gets, for a little while, is a nod from Ruby. He squeezes Sonic’s hand, who leans into him more, as if he could disappear into his boyfriend, forget everything, and come back the same old Sonic he usually is-- the one better version of himself.

Instead of saying anything, Ruby shifts, and gathers Sonic in his arms. Too drained and too exhausted, the smaller hedgehog lets his head be laid on the alternate’s shoulder. Footsteps scale their way up the stairs, until the door to their bedroom creaks open, and a dazed Sonic is laid on the bed. Soft, warm blankets are tucked over him, as meticulously as Ruby does much of his daily activities. Sonic opens his eyes again when he feels a shift in the weight being put on the mattress, and not long after Ruby’s grabbing him again, to lay against his chest. Sonic only moves to shuffle closer, to hide in his chest and listen to his heartbeat to ground himself. To his chagrin, Ruby grabs the side of his face, and Sonic blinks and finds himself looking at a pair of soft red eyes, concerned but adoring. Sonic recognizes that, the adoration, even while in this sour state of mind. 

“You need to stop being so hard on yourself,” Ruby speaks, and Sonic hadn’t noticed how quiet his voice is, as if Sonic is the only one he cares to talk to. As if their world is just them, in this room filled with pictures and knick knacks and memories only the two of them are privy to. “Being bitter at yourself is only going to make it worse.

“Love, you are not invincible. You work the same way everyone else does, and everyone has a limit, and that does not make you any lesser.”

Sonic makes a small, noncommittal noise, and nuzzles into Ruby’s hand. 

“I know you can do things not everyone can, and I know everyone expects you to be everything for them, but regardless of all of that, if being a mess does not make me worse, then it does not make you any worse. No exceptions. Unless you wish to be a hypocrite.”

A small laugh puffs out of Sonic's chest. He’s too tired, has so little to give right now, but can vaguely recognize the warmth in his chest that Ruby is so good at lighting. Ruby holds his face gently, and brings him in closer to kiss his cheek, and once Sonic is back to hiding in his chest fur, he kisses his head. A pair of protective arms coil around Sonic’s back, and a quiet, constant purr is being muffled into his fur. Sonic sighs, and concentrates on Ruby’s familiar heartbeat.

“I hate it when y’er right.”