#he looked unrealistically handsome and gorgeous and delicious and-

[lespritdekin]

gone with the wind.

heeseung wasn't the creator of the universe, but he was your entire world, and you were willing to turn a blind eye to his disloyalty if it meant that he'd stay with you.

pairingㅡ heeseung x fem!reader (ft. jay).

genreㅡ angst, fluff.

warningsㅡ heeseung is an asshole, and a fuckboy.

word countㅡ 2.6k

disclaimerㅡ I am not knowledgeable within the business world, and i certainly am not a witness of how employers promote their employees.

The shadows that followed your form like a Pied Piper produced a wary rhythm that scattered across every corridor of your veins, the nightly breeze that stung your face held your heart in its grasp, squeezing, extracting your sense of pugnacity, forcing you on your knees, calling, whispering in your ears,

Why do you desire what you cannot acquire?

Why do you long for someone's touch? Someone that only desires himself?

It wasn't your first encounter with Ethan's straying eyes. Beautiful orbs as dark as ebony, gaze as sharp as tungsten, behind the curtains that dangle from his sinful truth, there lies a hunger that can never reach satisfaction, yearning for the taste of one more kiss for the night, one more body to hold in his sheets.

The number of opportunities the world gave you in order to keep your head straight, keep your chin held high, mind persistent on your own necessities, like your career that recently had been at the top of the pedestal, your home that had become a penthouse suite a week ago because of your intelligent hardwork.

At the back of your mind, you chose to discard these thoughts. Everyday, you could achieve another line of recognition in your work, the field you were most passionate about. The royal blue mermaid gown didn't entice Ethan enough to form a song with solely the thought of you. No lingering lips from another woman, no repeated amounts of second chances, just you and your sweet melodies. None of that occured.

That apex of the night, you shone brighter than the stars, glowed stronger than the moon.

You were dazzling.

Your skin could rival the smoothest gold, the details of your dress twinkling under the large chandeliers that hung atop your silky, beautiful hair. The Sapphire jewelry set you had just bought with full paper the day before brought out the alluring beauty of your eyes, the most tantalizing part of you, according to Ethan.

But, not even your most desirable features could bring the source of your pain on his knees. The dysphoria that etched itself onto your face magnetized his eyes for a split second.

Was it that difficult to properly look you in the eye?

You were beautiful, of course. Albeit, the most beautiful goddess that Ethan ever held. The confidence that ambushed your throat vanished as Ethan's arm snuck around the woman's waist, his lips that was once kissing your ear last night were now on the woman stuck to his form, well aware of your eyes on him, well aware of the hurt that formed in your chest, well aware that the tears you have been holding back the entire event would come crashing down any minute soon.

"I love you, [Name]." He used to say after spending the night in your bed. You were too naive to care, too timid to dig deeper into the honesty of his words. To you, he was flawed, but never in your favor. He was the ice cream that encircled around your tongue whenever you felt conflicted, the peaceful serenity that embraced your ears when your world was close to collapsing. That was your biggest mistake.

Ethan was a jerk. A bastard that continued to disregard your feelings, a monster that claws at your emotions until you fall into an abyss of darkness, shrouding over you until you suffocate.

You closed the door to your penthouse, your tall shoes thumping across the polished marble floor, tears now cascading down your pretty pink cheeks. Maybe, just maybe, Jake was right. You were a fool for wanting Ethan. You were a fool for allowing another fool to brush you off his shoulder. He was a puzzle you were never meant to fix, a maze you were never destined to enter. You were now nearing the end, your tiny feet scrambling to leave this labyrinth you've been caging yourself in.

Ethan wasn't the only man on Earth.

And, you bet he wasn't the only man you'll ever love.

"How was the ball, cupcake?" The man within your pallet had asked, voice deep and raspy, but still curious and soulful. He was rubbing his eyes, ripped muscles and evident veins littering his skin, eyebrows scrunched up as he forces himself awake. You wiped your tears away, taking your heels off as you allowed the coat to slip past your shoulders.

You sat in front of your looking glass, gentle fingertips removing your earrings. Two large, calloused hands slipped around your shoulders, kissing the exposed skin before disassembling the lock in your necklace.

"It was, hmm, how do I say this... Quite eventful?" You chuckled softly, fingers coming up to rub the hand resting on your shoulder. He bent down to kiss your cheeks, mumbling about how courageous and strong you were for facing the most afflictive quandary in your life. All alone, you've watched Ethan kiss another girl, make love to another girl, all alone in your little daydream of pursuing yourself that Ethan was a man that has been damaged, a man that needed another person's warmth.

Fully aware that you were deteriorating slowly, fully aware that you chose to ignore it, so long as Ethan still came home to you.

"Thank you, Jongseong." You sighed, the kisses that were scattered on your neck lulling you into sleep.

"Princess, don't sleep on me. We still need to take your makeup off, and take a bath." He warned you gently, applying micellar water on your face with a cotton pad. You smiled, your heart swelling from the undivided attention, something Ethan couldn't give you. After he had finished wiping off the last bit of your lipstick, he pulled you up and unzipped your dress, allowing you to step out of it. He gawked at you, eyes ogling up and down your figure.

You were marvelous.

The faint dimples on the small of your back, the little lovehandles you had, the cellulite that cluttered on your thighs, the little stretchmarks that had formed on the sides of your tummy. They were all so gorgeous, so, so breathtaking in the eyes of the man before you, eyes twinkling with unrealistic amounts of love. "All for me?" He asked cheekily, causing you to slap his chest lightly. You sweet laugh grazed his earlobes, kissing him, shrouding him.

"You're so beautiful. I hope you know that." He spoke, hands rubbing up and down your arms. You looked up and smiled at him, your cheeks heating up from the confession. "I know, you remind me everyday."

The morning came and greeted the both of you like a happy little kid, it reminded you of Sunoo. Bright, innocent, and hard-working. He was the sweetest little angel, so pure that you were almost fooled he was your long lost little brother. "Good morning, beautiful." A groggy, raspy, deep voice resounded from behind you, muscular arms wrapping tighter around your chest, nose shoved at the nape of your neck, inhaling your sweet, mature scent.

"Good morning to you, too, handsome." He sighed exasperatedly, nuzzling the tip of his nose into your scalp. "I adore the aroma of your shampoo."

You pushed his shoulder away, opting to turn around and face him. You gave his nose a kiss, your thumb rubbing smooth lines across his cheekbone. "Let's get up, big boy, work starts in an hour and a half."

After finishing your breakfast, which was done by the both of you (of course, your pancakes were with maple syrup and his with an entire jar of honeyㅡ) got dressed, but not after a quick occurrence of love making in the bathroom. For the first time in your entire being, someone brought you to work. Jongseong himself let himself in despite the rivalry between your companies, greeting the workers and staff as they pass by.

He brought you to your office, kissing you tenderly before leaving shortly, engaging in a little warfare of who could declare their love the deepest.

Of course, your competitive boyfriend won.

You could still feel the delicious warmth of his lips on your as he says "I love you more than Heroes of Storm." You could still feel his hands on your waist as he sits you down your desk, his tongue prying.

Lost in your little daydream, your secretary knocked on the door, informing you that the Chief Executive Officer longed for your presence in the conference and room. You arrived shortly, all eyes on your gorgeous figure and miniscule, flawless face as your PA closed the door in your tow. Expectedly, the man of your nightmares was equally as daunting in the presence of the room, the gentle humming of the air-conditioner reminding you that you were in a place of professionalism, not your personal escapade.

You sat in the only seat available, parallel to the CEO, right next to the left of Ethan. Your PA stood behind you, fiddling with the folders and papers in her hand. You tugged at the ends of your maroon blazer, your skirt the same color. Your pencil skirt and tall heels were black, pearl earrings a bright contrast to the black onyx of your designer shoes. Your cheeks were pink, lips adorning the same color, eyes sparkling with casual confidence, causing Ethan's eyebrows to furrow.

Weren't you just on the brim of crying your eyes out yesterday?

Why the fuck were you glowing?

"Good morning, ladies. Good morning, gentlemen." A series of polite responses welcomed the ears of the chairman, standing up with his hands clasped together. "The following six months were quite the effort, weren't they? The panel and I have discussed the possibility of a President, soon to replace the retiring Mrs. Min."

Murmurs of who they wanted to lead them hollered around the crisp air of the alcove. Your name came in the picture of gossiping workers, but the smile on your face soon turned sour after hearing Ethan's name in the air. Your smile could have faltered if it weren't for your newfound strength to face challenges head on, to face the fresh antagonism between you and Ethan.

A sly smirk graced Ethan's unbelievably handsome face. You've missed the cheeky quirk of his eyebrow, the serrated glint in his eyes, the burning touch of his fingertips, and his gorgeous face. You've craved for them more than anything in the world these past few days, but not even Ethan's remorseless persistence could govern Jay's latency in your life. Ethan was a pest, Jay was a miracle that was given to you.

The exemplification was enough.

The Jay Park, the CEO and President of Park Enterprises was the one that held your heart.

Not even your past with Ethan could compare to that.

"We have come to a conclusion. It was quite the handful to decide, but our verdict was unanimous." The chairman concluded, causing everyone's blood to stiffen, curious, biting, curiously waiting, demanding for the designated name to be called in their seats, eyes boring into the man in front of them. "We have decided, that, from this day on, Ms. [Name] Yang will be your latest luminary."

The crowd squealed in delight, inappropriate within the occasion, but appreciated, nevertheless. You stood up to bow to the chairman, your new position in the company greatly satisfying, justifying your hardwork. The image of vengeance never crossed your mind, but with Ethan, dumbfounded and in disbelief of your success, being here, on the time of your prosperity, was breathtaking, to say the least.

The gentle monikers you've given him proved worthless as you bowed in front of him, the red that clouded his vision powerful enough to physically manhandle you, force you into submission, force you below him. His hands itched to paint your skin red, stain your mind with him and his rough palms, make you feel the anger and dissatisfaction you've caused him. His head was in a swirl, the radiance of your skin and your smile pushing him off a cliff, your elegance draping him with your beauty.

But, why?

Why was he feeling this way? You were just another whore that fell in his mousetrap.

Why were you suddenly the only prize he wanted to win?

As soon as you informed Jongseong through the phone at lunch time, he swore he could make love to you then and there. He was more than gleeful for you and the steadfast dedication you had in your field. All the nights you spent at the office in your home, all the coffee lattes that you would open the door to, all the fast-food meals you would consume just to finish your line of work finally paid off. To celebrate, Jay booked a dinner reservation in one of the 7-star hotels him and his father owned.

That night, Ethan's very own eyes discovered Jay Park's form, leaning against his black Mercedes, seemingly waiting for someone. His speculation that it was you soon pummeled him in the face as your little arms wrapped around Park Ent's CEO, shoving your tongue down his throat out in the open. The moment you entered Jongseong's car, he slammed his beer glass on his desk and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt past his elbows, the veins and muscles that flourish his arms more enticing under the moonlight.

Ethan's plan was meant to be successful. You were his opponent. Opponents of that of Lee Heeseung deserved to be humiliated, emotionally distraught. His loving past with his object of rivalry is all but impractical. The voice that called him in that dark night, your voice that felt like an early summer sunshine was valueless. The love that you so willingly gave dripped down his face. He licensed them to fall. Everything you shared with him, all of them were mere acts of kindness.

So, why were the veins in his temples protruding from under his skin?

Why did his eyes burn when your lips kissed Jay's?

Why did something in his guts wreathe when he reminded himself that you weren't his anymore?

Why were you such a bitch in the first place?

Of all the queries, the interrogations, the questions, and all the answers, responses, replies, all of the truth Ethan indulged in, it was always you that burglarized his mind. The most horrifying part was, he was in pain. His hands itched to be on yours, entangle your fingertips, kiss your palms, he wanted your lips on his fingertips, like you used to do when he was in distress.

He felt like he was granted to finally grasp the moonlight in his arms, cradle it until his retinas burn with luminescence, listen to your soft, breathy voice, telling him, urging him, singing him lullabies, moaning for him, whining, whimpering, shuddering, trembling for him.

Classical music devoured his sour ambience, the bitter taste of your dispossession of him made Ethan's chest tighten, lungs burning, limbs numbing. His mind was in a whirlpool of your graceful exorcism, your deportation like a gun against his head. His palms met the glass wall where he witnessed your happy smiles and soft giggles, the ones you used to make whenever you were with him.

The classical music that you used to listen to kissed his ears, and for once in his life, he cried and longed for someone. He would soar through the stormy clouds if it meant to have one more minute with you in an apocalypse of pandemonium.

That was Ethan's mistake. The long yesterday was the last time he could ever feel your skin on his. Your kisses would be nothing but a dream, your words nothing but a song he used to sing, your laugh nothing but a faint melody, your love nothing but whispers in the air.

Ethan was the one who left, but he wasn't the one who disappeared. He was left high and dry.

And you?

You were simply gone with the wind.

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen angst #enhypen fluff #heeseung angst #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #jay fluff #jay angst #jay imagines #jay scenarios

[teeninpanic]

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬!

summery: You move into Denmark, into your brothers apartment and you meet with a guy who is kinda in your way.

warnings ⚠️: none just a good old drunk Alex Høgh Andersen ❤️❤️

You got off the plane all exhausted and tired. You’re hair was such a mess, and your makeup got ruined too. You got into a taxi where you kinda got yourself together but you couldn’t do anything with the huge dark circles under your eyes.

After you payed your taxi, there where you standing in front of the apartment where your brother was living for now four years. The last time you too saw each other was at christmas which is really rare and weird because you and your brother never stayed away from each other for this long. He is like your best friend, the only thing you hate about him is that he is such a overprotective brother, sometimes it’s like he’s dad. You go in, and wait for the elevator when an old man in a captain costume come up to you and tells you that your brother left the key for you because he had to go back to work earlier. You take the keys,smile and thank him then you go in the elevator and after you get up to the correct floor you call your brother up.

“Hey !” you yell into the phone “Okay, so where are you?” you ask

“I had to come back to work earlier so I hope you bumped into Captain” he explains immediately.

“Yes I did. He already told me that but why did you have to go back earlier? Does the world tries to mess with me so I can’t meet you ??” you ask pissed out and his answer was a good laugh.

“I will be home at 9” he says and then you’re whole body freezes. “Uhm. Y/N? Hello?? Are you there? what happened? please talk to me!” he goes all worried.

All you see is a guy in a hat passed out in front of your brother’s door. He’s very much is in the way. You can’t open your door because he would fall inside so you need to wake him up or move his body and you choose to move his body because if you were this passed out, you wouldn’t want to be waken up.

“I.. uh kinda have a little problem” you answer to your brother “a drunk guy is passed out in front of the door and now I have to move his body.” he didn’t answer “What if he wakes up and tries to kill me?” you question and he chuckles.

“calm down. I’m here.”

like he could protect you from the other side of the world you think but instead of saying this you thank him. You put your phone down to the floor and you grab the guy and you try to move him. After some pushes he opens his eyes and you meet with the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. Beautiful is not even an enough word for his eyes, it is GORGEOUS! Even his face is unrealistically attractive, like you could spend a day whit just touching his face. He blinks so much you don’t think he even sees but he looks at your knees, smiles than pokes your knee and again... he is passed out.

“EVERYTHING OKAY THERE?” you hear your brother form the phone, yelling.

“Oh yes!” you pick up the phone and you try to balance your phone between your ear and your shoulder. “This guy is just handsome” you giggle and you can just see your brothers annoyed face. “And he has such a gorgeous eyes! It’s almost like not real how beautiful this man is.”

“Can you just focus? I want you in the house, safe” he says it with a low voice.

You move his body once again and you are finally can get into the door and can unlock the door but as you would go in the pretty boy wakes up again.

“Let me in” he says with a husky voice.

You got scared of him so much you ran inside the house, you shut the door and then locked it.

“What happened?” you’re brother asks again.

You can’t answer his question you are just in shock and you are more in shock when you realize that you left your bags outside. You scream inside your head.

“I got in, but the boy woke up, he said let me in, I jumped and got scared so i ran in” you explain everything as they happened “but! I left my bags outside and now i’m too scared to go out again.”

Your brother sighed. “I call one of my friends and they will help you asap” he says then hangs up.

You can feel your face burning and you heart pumping. This all just happened quickly, and you acted so stupid you just feel like a little kid again. Your brother is trying to help you even from his work, and here you are all stressed out because of a handsome passed out man.

You shouldn’t be so scared. But you are and you need a little time to cool down which happens when you’re brother calls.

“Hey Y/N. uhm. The guy outside is actually my friend. He’s name is Alex, he had a rough night and please would you let him in? He needs to rest and he could take the couch” you feel embarrassed.

You say “yes sure” then both of you says goodbye and you open the door very slowly. His phone is in his hands, he is still laying in the hallway and only one of his eye is closed.

“Alex?” you ask and he hums. “Oh god. can you come inside?” you ask because you don’t want to carry him and luckily he hums and gets up faster than you expected. He looks into your eyes than goes in, taking the couch as his bed and he hums again as a relief.

“Thank you Sandy” he says with a husky deep voice

“I’m not Sandy, my name is y/n” you tell him even if you know he won’t remember.

“y/n. y/n. y/n” he keeps saying your name. “Sandy you are more beautiful than ever” he says, again using Sandy.

“Thank you Alex” you answer than just enjoy his beauty. everything about him just seems delicious. His lips that you call Sandy with are plump and you can just feel the taste at your lips. He must tastes like alcohol now based on his smell, but even just to taste alcohol off of him excites you.

“I’m food and i want depressed” he said and you pretty sure he wasn’t planning to say that or at least not like that “spaghetti” he whispers and you burst out laughing.

#alex høgh andersen #alex høgh icons #alex hogh andersen smut #alex hogh x reader #alexhoegh #alex hoegh andersen #reader x alex #alex x reader #alex #alex andersen #alex hogh andersen #reader pov #i love you #writing #alex hogh imagine #imagines #alex hogh icons #loveislove #journey #writeblr #young writer #writing fanfic #fanfic #fandom #vikings #vikings ivar #ivar lothbrok #ivar the boneless #ivar fanfic

[yadivagirl]

So, I spent the entire day binge watching Hollywood and I have thoughts. 

Under a cut so I won’t spoil it for anyone who hasn’t spent an entire day on their ass like me. I actually don’t think there are any spoilers in this write up, but just in case...

First, you know how in fan fiction they will describe someone (usually Blaine) as unbearably good-looking? That’s how I feel about David Corenswet. His eyes just....yeah. The man is gorgeous in a very approachable way. The only problem with this is that it totally throws me off when I look at the actor (Jake Picking) who plays Rock Hudson. He has the folksy, small town naivete down, but he doesn’t have the looks to convince me he’s Rock Hudson. He’s just not handsome enough, especially next to David Corenswet.

Let’s talk about Darren.

Sigh....

So, maybe it’s because I’ve been a Darren fan for a long time, or maybe this is what Ryan Murphy had in mind when he wrote the part, but to me, Darren didn’t act in this show. It was just Darren Criss being called Raymond Ainsley instead of Darren Criss. There was no depth to his acting or even to the character. I felt no struggle about being white passing, or even passion to get his movie made. No urgency. No desperation. Maybe it’s because Darren was surrounded by some true heavy-hitters. I don’t know, but as much as I love him, I wasn’t impressed. Of course I enjoyed seeing him on my screen and I’ll take Darren sex scenes any day of the way and twice on Saturday, but I have to say, I was not impressed with his acting. At all.

Speaking of heavy-hitters. Patti Lupone. Patti Lupone. Yep. Patti Lupone. I will forever love Ryan Murphy for showing older women as vibrant, full of life, and yes, sexy. Both Patti Lupone and Holland Taylor were fantastic in this. 

Joe Mantello gave a wonderful performance as Dick, and of course, Dylan McDermott as Ernie and Rob Reiner as Ace were great. I think Jeremy Pope did a great job, too. I always struggle with him because I don’t find him attractive, but his acting made up for it. 

Now, can we talk about Jim Parsons as Henry Wilson? OMG! Deliciously evil and just, ugh. He owned this role and made it his bitch. Just like he did to all those poor handsome...I’ll stop. 

As for the story, I was good until the final episode. I know it’s supposed to be a fantasy of what if a Black woman was cast as the lead, and what if Rock Hudson came out, and what if a Black writer was given a shot, but it just felt too unrealistic to me. And I KNOW that’s the point, but even knowing that it still felt too fantasy land, especially the Oscar scenes. The ending ruined it for me, and I know that’s stupid given what this is about and the point being made, but it really did lose me at the end. It was just too, “and they all lived happily ever after.”

I give it a 7/10. Definitely worth watching for the acting, costume and set design, Darren having sex and David Corenswet’s eyes. 

#Hollywood #I binge watched it and here are my thoughts #No real spoilers #Netflix #Darren Criss #David Corenswet #Jim Parsons #Patti Lupone

[thebrotherswholoved]

I think you should stay ➵ wincest

content: au verse, argument, soulmates being soulmates, fluff, unrealistic expectations of men/relationships in general, fluff mostly

summary: episode 0417, “it’s a terrible life,” in which sam wesson and dean smith are having a bit of a disagreement on the nature of their ‘partnership.’ except, unlike his winchester au counterpart, dean smith understands he’s made a mistake seconds after he’s done it and immediately goes to right his wrong.

prompt: by @fantasticalmusical “I just love It’s A Terrible Life! I wish right after Dean says, “You should go,” he’d immediately call Sam back & then... whatever:)“

(thank you for the prompt, awesome human! sEE GUYS I GET SHIT DONE IT JUST TAKES ME A LIL BIT BC ADHD N STUFF)

word count: 1,374

AO3 (please validate me with the little heart icon and by typing a lil message tHanKs)

Dean’s face falls the second the last word leaves those purses lips he’s helplessly admiring. The gleam of shock glimmers in his eyes when he rolls through the subtext of the words just spoken by the man before him, someone he’s just met and just killed a freakin’ ghost alongside of.

“We’re supposed to be something else,” Sam just lets the words roll off his tongue, sticky sweet and full of meaning he can’t even decipher.

He’s still riding the high of the adrenaline in his blood and anger in his bones at this unhealthily gorgeous man’s ignorance. He can hardly give a fuck if he tried, which he refuses to do.

He shifts his weight onto his left leg and feels the weight of the world move with him, but it doesn’t feel...authentic. He’s too angry to put his finger on the feeling though. “You’re not just some corporate douchebag!”

Dean’s jaw falls slightly slack but he refuses to show emotion right now. He simply squints his eyes in annoyance and offense as he subconsciously challenges Sam to continue digging his own grave. 

Suddenly, the atmosphere changes, and Sam can physically feel the air tightening around them—like the hand of god choking the destiny from their lungs. He blinks himself into reality, but it’s just the same: depressing and incomplete, but the feeling that the missing piece of the puzzle is just under his nose lingers still.

Hanging his head ever so slightly, he lifts his sunflower eyes to stare into the duplicate apple green abysses he feels like he’s known for an eternity. “This...this isn’t you. I know you.”

Like his whole world has been crushed, he’s pissed off and trying to disguise his agreement with Sam’s statement. ‘How did he know?’ turns into ‘how dare he?!,’and of course, in the classic Dean Winchester way, he lashes out.

“Know me?” He shakes his head and scoffs with all the derisive energy he can conjure. “You don’t know me, pal.”

Sam knew that was coming. He tries to break the spell this world seemingly binds him with, channelling any and every emotion he can conjure into those beautiful eyes. His attempts are futile...whatever past they had together is broken and lost, and he never got to see even a snippet of what it might have been.

Could they have been best friends, having met in kindergarten at the lunch table and grown up with one another into adulthood? Maybe they were brothers, fighting against the world together with all they had to give for one another. Or, perhaps they were lovers, unfortunate yet deliciously kismet, lost in time with every look into the other’s eyes. Any would’ve been okay; just not this. This is hell, and he doesn’t know how he didn’t see it before.

Dean’s glare softens for a split second like he’s reading these thoughts directed at him like an arrow at a target. But Sam knows that God’s a cynic—and he knows exactly how this’ll end: just like everything else, it’ll end with silence.

“You should go,” his voice is small, meek, and full of regret. He feels this opportunity for change slipping through his fingers like sand in an hourglass, but he can’t seem to stop it. He can’t stand to see the dejected look in Sam’s eyes so he turns his own downward, tracing the pattern in the floor.

It takes a moment—and, hell, it’s a long ass moment—but soon enough, he hears heavy footsteps depart and the door closes softly, apprehensively. The final click of the doorknob sounds to Dean like the final toll of a clock on the last day on earth.

He wants to throw his fist through a wall, to make it as bloody as Sammy’s bright yellow and hideous polo that somehow makes him even more radiant. He just cannot will himself to move, speak, or even think about anything but that tall, lanky man who just might be the love of his life—his soulmate.

Before he can spray his heart with a spray bottle to get it to mind him, he’s stumbling to the door in a frenzy of good intentions and a selfish obsession. Throwing the heavy wooden slab open, he practically throws himself into the corridor and hits the wall on the opposite side, shoulder against drywall. Of course, he yells ‘son of a bitch’ in pain, which catches the attention of someone else at the end of the hall.

Sam’s eyes widen with realisation and utter confusion. He’s back—does he want him? Or does he want to finish what he started with his angry monologue? He doesn’t know why, but there’s this feeling of a hot iron branding into his heart, but he can’t quite tell what the marking is. Before he can dwell on it any longer, he finds himself running toward Dean Smith, handsome and quirky Dean Smith, to meet him in the middle of the corridor.

Dean wants to make their reunion as sappy as ‘The Notebook’ as they kiss in the hallway at three in the morning, but when they’re just a foot apart, silence ensues. Both of them are heaving from darting toward one another and their eyes are wandering from each other’s eyes, to their lips, and down to...other regions.

Okay, so one of them has to make the leap of faith—but who? A silent and telepathic game of rock, paper, scissors ends with Dean being the loser, so he steps closer to Sam and looks up with caution and eagerness.

“Can I—“ He starts in a small voice, yet stops to build up more courage. Where the hell is the wonderful Wizard of Oz right now so he can get some balls? “Can I kiss you?”

Sam’s throat is dry and feels like it’s caving in, but he nods like a bobble head and before he knows it, the distance between them is gone.

Dean is revelling in this new universe he’s discovered: how Sam’s lips taste like watermelon chapstick, how his hair product makes his hair supernaturally smooth, and just how big he is. It’s like seeing a moose in pictures and suddenly being stood next to a real one. The kiss is soft and sweet yet oh so meaningful. It feels like...like home.

When their lips disconnect, they’re both left craving more—like a drug. Dean runs his shaky hand along Sam’s stubble-coated cheek with a smile gracing his plump, just-kissed lips.

“I know you too, Sammy,” he murmurs into their newfound passionate world, population: them two. Instead of grimacing, Sam feels his lips twitch into a small grin at the nickname. “I know you and I never wanna not know you.”

Laughing in agreement, Sam reconnects their lips with a zeal that makes Dean’s heart melt. He feels like they’ve danced this dance a thousand times before, despite this being only their second kiss. He feels like he knows every inch of this man’s body: which places that elicit beautiful moans when touched, where he should place his hands when he’s hugging him, and where he should tuck his head when they cuddle together. It feels so peculiarly familiar...and he fucking loves it.

To Sam, this feels entirely natural. Like they should’ve done this ages ago. Though he feels uneasy and vulnerable thinking it, this whole thing with Dean, despite literally lasting, what, two minutes now, resembles love a bit too closely than anything else in the world. Everything he ever thought he knew about affection, adoration, and even fear was tossed out the window in room 1444 the minute he met his new pseudo-boss. He just didn’t want to accept it until right now.

Like his eyes were opened, he can finally read the word etched into the muscle of his beating heart. With the frayed edges of fire-scorched wood, the word ‘Winchester’ is there, clear as day, burned into his soul with the burning passion of a thousand suns.

He’s confused, yeah, but ignores it in lieu of capturing ever second of having Dean’s lips on his.

Besides, everything that’s happened in the last forty eight hours has been a little...not natural.

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