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gotta-hug-em-all · 2 months

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The end? or the beginning?

Hiya cuties! I’m uh… not used to writing in this sorta way, I usually post on other websites, but this one is kinda too long to put anywhere else. So you’re stuck with me blogging it instead! Hope that’s ok with all the fine residents of Rotomblr! Just some background, I can’t keep Pokemon because I didn’t pass the really easy yearly “are you smart enough to raise Pokemon '' competency exam. Like ya know, the one that like 99.9% of people pass? So I’ve been going around collecting hugs instead of Pokemon. Gym leaders each give me a challenge to do so I can hug their Pokemon, and today I did the final gym, Drayden’s. His was pretty simple: slay three dragons. More specifically, beat his three dragon type Pokemon in battle. So that’s what I was doing! I’m gonna be like really dramatic about it cuz that’s fun, but I promise I’m not making anything up. This is Jace Embrace letting you in to see his (very large sized) heart. Aaaanyways, without further ado, here’s the story of how I beat Drayden!

So it all started with a waiver. Standard stuff really, most of the time the stuff I do for fun is really dangerous, so you gotta sign away your right to like do stuff if you get hurt and stuff, but this one was like… way different. The agreement that the other person is trying to hurt you kinda makes it go to a whole nother level. I’d prefer if I didn’t die, after all, but also if I go out fighting a dragon type in my knight outfit, I guess that’d be a pretty fun way to go. This waiver was like at least 30 pages longer than all the other ones I’ve signed before. It’s that kinda anxiety I live for, the kind that makes me scared, the kind that makes me want to run away. Not running away is the best part. Standing my ground and telling myself I can do something even if my subconscious tells me I shouldn’t. Being the master of my own subconscious makes it all worth it. The only thing that brought me conscious resistance was the understanding that my friends, boyfriend, and Frank (A love variant Solosis I created on accident/on purpose) would miss me if I were gone. But I think just like people who go climbing and caving, they accepted that my hobby was dangerous, and supported me despite that baggage. Honestly… I can’t thank them enough for that. It’s been nice to have that off my shoulders, even if there was a time where it dragged me down so much I almost turned into someone I hated. But all that’s behind me by a lot now, I’m a new man (new femboy? Is that a saying people use?) now, and I couldn’t love myself more. Rough around the edges a bit, but hopefully that changes. I’m pretty damn hopeful it will, especially after the events of this story. Oh shit I got off track again, so I signed that waiver. It's so ironic that I feel the most alive when I put my life on the line, but I’ve found happiness in it.

The countdown rushed by, Drayden sent out his Fraxure first, I guess he was doing this gym leader style. I felt pretty confident about this, which for reasons I’ll get into later, was stupid. But that’s ok, stupid isn’t a dealbreaker, just an issue to work around. So I charged into combat, and of course this did not go super well. I am a human. Humans don’t have super special magic powers, they have super normal mundane powers, like calculus. I don’t know calculus and even if I did I don’t think it’d help me fight a dragon type. Anyways, I started getting my ass absolutely kicked, like so hard, like it hurt a lot. I tried to like… unlock my inner anime self, but obviously that doesn’t exist in real life so I kinda just looked like a dude shouting at a Fraxure while getting his ass beat first. Drayden wasn’t even giving commands, just sorta letting it fight like a Pokemon in the wild. I ended up getting knocked to the ground several times.

Drayden honestly trains his Pokemon well, the rule was that I wasn’t allowed to faint, otherwise I’d lose the battle. Kinda like a normal Pokemon battle. He definitely trained it well cause I didn’t die, and it was definitely being soft. I think the goal was to get me to quit. After a few minutes of getting roughed up, I stumbled back, clutching my sword arm, which had been heavily wounded in the process. My sword was all the way across the room, and between it and me was the Fraxure. For the first time in the whole fight, Drayden barked out a command.

“Finish him. Dragon Tail.” There was nothing I could do. Simply put. It was faster than me, stronger than me, it had more stamina than me, even my tiny-ass brain could put that together. I was fucked. I didn’t run though. I never run. I stood my ground, holding up both arms, gritting my teeth as the movement brought stabs of pain to me. What was coming for me would hurt, I knew that, so I braced for that pain. As the Fraxure charged me at full speed, I heard a voice, but not with my ears, with my brain. It spoke loudly, with a deep and monotone voice, almost like a robot. “{Anomaly. On. Your. Six.}”

Before I could even look behind me, there was a burst of force I felt on my back. Not enough to move me, but enough to feel it. The Fraxure in front of me seemed to hit an invisible wall inches before its attack made contact, dropping to the ground, fainted. I gasped, shocked that I was still conscious. As I looked behind myself, Drayden returned his Fraxure to his pokeball. Behind me was a rather large Sigilyph, its patterns looked strange, its markings having much more complexity than what I was used to seeing on my adventures. Yet… it looked familiar to me. “{Anomaly I am… rather I was… the Keeper. I sense you do not recognize me. It has been 8 months since I last met with you face to face. I now wish to fight alongside you. I await a new purpose. To fight alongside you like the knights and Sigilyph of old. Let me aid you in combat. Now, and until we part.}” Not gonna lie. I kinda cried a lot. But I had to keep fighting. I ran up and hugged it, gasping in pain of course, my right arm was still injured. After a short hug, I stepped back. Suddenly, the Sigilyph’s eye began to glow a soft purple as I felt the pain in my arm fade away. It was definitely still wounded, I still couldn’t move it right, but at least it didn’t hurt. I looked behind me, back at Drayden. He gave me a smile under his white beard. What a GILF. I still don’t know if he knew this would happen, oh well.

Drayden threw out his second pokeball, letting out a hearty chuckle as a Druddigon appeared. I figured I should give a name to my first ever pokemon “I guess this is where the real battle starts. I’m gonna start calling you Squire, is that ok?” the Sigilyph responded “{Your wish is my command. You are right handed. For now, you will be left handed. Fight with your left arm as your right is wounded.}” Its eye began to glow again, and I could feel a weird sensation in my hands and head. Squire didn’t explain until later that handedness is determined by both genetics and the way the brain develops. He couldn’t change the way my body was genetically routed, but he could subtly rewrite my mind to make me temporarily ambidextrous, turning all my (admittedly low) sword muscle memory into muscle memory for a mirrored stance. I don’t quite understand it all, but I understand it enough to know it works. This weird feeling didn’t last long, and I was quickly snapped out of it by Drayden giving a command to his Druddigon.

“Druddigon, Revenge.” He ordered the pokemon, which caused it to charge me with brutal intent. From Squire, I once again heard his voice in my head “{Anomaly, I am casting the protective seal of reflection and the protective screen of light.}” Its patterns began to glow and shake, and two different translucent layers of energy surrounded me, as if to serve as a miniature forcefield clinging to my skin. I took up a defensive stance, knowing I still couldn’t dodge this attack either. It hit me with an all things considered quite forceful shoulder check, and I was sent flying across the battle arena. We weren’t using the two dragons for obvious reasons, so instead we were using a flat arena so I didn’t accidentally fall to my death. As I flew, I realized something. I wasn’t actually hurt all too bad. None of me felt broken, just a few cuts here and there. Time seemed to slow down as my mind was driven into overdrive. I heard Squire’s voice in my head once more. “{I have taken the liberty of temporarily increasing the speed at which your brain functions. I will also cast the seal of the tailwind to allow you to move faster so your body moves at the speed your mind thinks. This is how the knights of Relic Castle once fought. Fight with bravery and purity of heart. I will serve as your spotter.}”

My movement sped up once more as it beat its wings, causing a magical wind to press my body to move faster, catching up with my sped up mind. I was able to grab ahold of one of the rafters of the arena, slowing the impact and hanging from above. “Follow him, Night Slash” Drayden shouted at his Druddigon, which flapped its wings and began pursuit. It would normally be way faster than me, but with Squires assistance, I now fought with it on an even playing field. I still needed my sword, and I knew just how I’d get to it.

As the Druddigon flew into the air, I swung myself down from the rafters, landing feet first on its head, moving far faster than it expected. Its guard wasn’t up yet, so I was able to kick it in the snout with both my metal armored boots. Using its face as a springboard, I jumped off of it in the direction of my sword, the Tailwind carrying me until I was very close. I ran up and as I leaned down to snatch the sword, I felt a subtle suggestion in the back of my mind telling me to do a flip. So I did a flip, grabbing the sword in my left hand as I did. I’m glad I heeded the advice of the suggestion, since doing the flip allowed me to see what was behind me: a full speed charging Druddigon with a claw wrapped in darkness aimed directly at me.

In midair I raised my sword to parry the claw, in a movement the felt familiar but I knew I had never used. It was around this point I realized Squire wasn’t just watching me, he was helping me, teaching me moves on the spot I had never learned, giving me muscle memory that I’d never had before. The human body was versatile, I had never really thought about it much, but with Squire’s help covering for my statistical weaknesses I was able to employ these techniques, techniques used by knights of old, stored in the Sigilyph’s memory to help people like me fight. No wonder he followed me for so long. I had accidentally unearthed an ancient tradition that he was purpose-built to serve. His mental assistance was clearing up the brain fog that my ADHD caused, making it easier to enter the flow state. I could think clearer, coming to these realizations in the split seconds before the Druddigon struck at me. My sword parried the blow effortlessly, transferring the energy of the slash into the ground instead of my face, causing the Druddigon to let out a roar as it smashed its claw on the metal ground, making sparks fly.

“Dragon Tail.” Drayden barked orders at the Druddigon as I looked down at my sword. I was expecting the sword to be heavily damaged, but whatever protective barrier that Squire applied to me also had enveloped the sword, also strengthening its durability. Before the Druddigon could begin his attack, I began mine. I charged it with the tip of my sword pointed at it, unleashing a flurry of whirling slashes and stabs. From here on, I fell into a rhythm, my body almost moving on its own as I fought with my mind in tandem with Squire, using both its view and my view, a third person view and a first person view, an experienced mind and a brave mind. The Druddigon had thick hide that allowed it to shrug off most attacks, but by aiming for weak points and getting it to slam into walls, I eventually brought it down.

Drayden sent out his final Pokemon, his Haxorous. This was his ace, I did do a little bit of research before the fight (watching one mewtube video that I fell asleep right before the midway point of), but Squire was bringing the knowledge of that video that I had passively absorbed to the forefront of my mind. I knew he would try to have it set up with Dragon Dance, then strike at me with Dragon Tail until it won. I could win if I didn’t allow it space to set up, so that’s exactly what I did.

The rest of the fight was a blur as I sunk into tactics, once again entering a trancelike state as I was assisted by Squire. Before I fully realized what was going on, I brought the Haxorus to the ground, finishing the fight by smashing the pommel of my sword into its head hard enough to knock it out. By now my sword, despite its increased durability, was heavily damaged, so I quickly sheathed it and bowed to Drayden in true fashionable Jace style. “Good fight! I had a lot of fu- oop…” I said as I suddenly felt all the strength drain from my body, causing me to fall to the ground. “{As a downside to increasing your speed and mental capacity… battles such as these will be very physically taxing on your mind and body. A good night’s rest will do you good, but for now just sit and take a breather.}”

I laid there for a few minutes as Drayden approached me, withdrawing his Haxorus. Once I felt I was physically able, I sat up and reached a hand towards Drayden, which he knelt down to shake before picking me up like a baby and taking me to a bench for me to sit down on. “You fought well.” His normally ever-present glare had softened a bit, making him seem almost like a grandfather. “I will allow you to hug my Pokemon now, and I will grant you this badge. It’s not the normal badge we give, you will have to return and fight me in a Pokemon vs. Pokemon battle for that, but it is a badge. The Opelucid badge of honor. I don’t normally give these out to just any person who enters my gym, but you have shown outstanding courage, determination, and most importantly of all, kindness. You’ve made friends along the way in your journey and fostered relationships that will last you a lifetime should you cultivate them with great care. Your optimistic personality is admirable as well, for you shine as a light in other people’s darkness, although you might want to make sure that your light is not blinding, even legends have flaws and I urge you to keep that in mind as you continue your journey across Unova. Lastly… I’ll get to my point in all this. You have two Pokemon that would call you their master if you had the means to have them join your party. One of them is here, the other you have sent off to stay with someone else. Both of these could only exist in the way they do because of your love. I believe if you were allowed to raise them, you would do so far better than most trainers. I cannot change the current establishment to allow for people like you to prove yourselves, but I do intend to fund a project for people like you who struggled in school to get the help they need. Your story has taught me something valuable: sometimes all someone needs to be great is a little help here and there. I’m going to appeal to the league and ask that they give you a two month temporary license. I trust during this time you will study hard for your next exam. I believe in your ability to succeed this time. Keep your head held high Jace, I hope that one day you surpass me in strength.”

The rest of the day was a blur. There’s plans for me to get a whole ceremony celebrating my accomplishments and stuff. I won’t complain but I think it’s a bit much for little ol me… I plan to study hard like Drayden said. Squire has already agreed to help me, and I have convinced him to start calling me “Jace” or “Knight” instead of “Anomaly” so that’s cool. I look forward to my future. I might’ve failed my trainers license exam 9 times in a row, but I wasn’t built different back then. When I was on the journey back to the hotel room I was staying in with my boyfriend, we were talking about the trainer license exam. The conversation went a little something like this:

“Do you think you can learn enough to pass in two months? It’s been a while since you’ve been to school.”

“If I were to take the whole exam in one sitting… it might be a little tough.”

“Would you fail?”

“Nah, I’d pass.”

#unreality #pokemon #pokeblog rp #pokemon irl #pkmn irl

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artypartyartparade · 3 months

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[RUNS IN AND SLIPS ON A BANANA PEEL AND FALLS ON THE GROUND CARTOONISHLY]

HI!!!! Spooks here!! Ty for the answer! That did help me understand! And that sounds super interesting! I love Cassidy so much, au concepts about her are always very nice to see

I can't wait for the concept art you're gonna make :] very excited for that!!

Also, what are the other MCI kids (+ Charlie if she exists in this) doin'? Are any of them just as vengeful and angry as Cassidy? I wonder how that would go.. q-q. Also I wanna ask about if the Afton kids exist in this or not but I don't wanna overwhelm you ;-; I'm just veeeery curious because I love the afton kids

I love your au!!! But don't feel rushed to make that concept art!! Take care of yourself above all!!!

~spook

HI AGAIN SPOOKS!! TYSM FOR THE QUESTION!!

(Five Nights at Freddy’s is an indie horror game series created by Scott Cawthon)

Sorry that I didn’t answer this earlier I was taking a small break :))

SO, TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION!

In the Au I made each if the missing children their own boss level in the game, the others aren’t really as aware as Cassidy, nor do they know William is trapped in the game, their code only tells them what to expect and do for the level, as they fight against William. Freddy would have a tune section, step on the right keynotes of the piano when they light up, make a wrong step and thats one strike! Get three strikes and you’re out! For Chica it would be a Cooking challenge, mix the right ingredients, to make a pizza dough for chica! As the clock ticks, search for ingredients around the kitchen to find more items to finish of your pizza., consisting of toppings and pizza sauce, but as the timer gets closer to its end Chica gets more and more impatient. For Bonnie it would be a card game, I kinda like to imagine him as a character that is into board games! You will play a round, depending on how well you do or on how badly you mess up, if you beat him he will let you through, don’t be TOO arrogant once you win though, he doesn’t take sore winners well. And Foxy would have a treasure hunt! Search for his lost treasure of gold riches! But don’t be deceived things aren’t what they seem, if you see ruby gold necklaces DONT TOUCH THEM! They will alert nearby enemies.. oh yeah, I didn’t mention that you’re not alone did I? Little plushies of the crew may seem cute at first, but in reality are extremely dangerous! If you get hit you restart the maze all over and have to find enough treasure to satisfy Foxy yet again, luckily, you can’t exactly lose in his area, I guess it just seems to get extremely irritating doing everything OVER and OVER again! It’s kinda like, in their backstories. As they died they possessed the animatronics of the sections. And I actually didn’t add charlie in here, I may change this in the future but for now she is *poof* And yes, the Afton kids do exist in the au! Just, they have all seemed to have grown up and moved away! But you might hear somewhere that William did see them frequently, maybe they might get concerned when he all of a sudden stop visiting, and wont answer their calls..

Anyways thats all I got for ya so far, I hope that this helped!!

Im still planning on working on the concept sketches soon, but im still trying to get an idea of design and atm I can’t seem to really think of much.. but EVENTUALLY I will figure something out!

Ok thank you!!

#anon questions #fnaf #fnaf fandom #au #fnaf au #anon asks

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holdinbacksecrets · 2 years

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boyfriend things // voicemails

namjoon: “i need you to come home right now because i’m doing a newspaper crossword puzzle, and i am not a human thesaurus. also, breakfast is ready and i’m starving, but i can’t eat without you. i would feel so guilty, so this is me begging you to cut your bike ride a little short for the sake of my growling stomach and crossword puzzle determination… oh! please wake me up before you leave. i always panic when you’re not next to me, and get tour flashbacks of missing you”

jin: “i know i’m going to see you in two hours, but i wanted to call you because the sweetest thing just happened. two little girls were dancing to super tuna in the park, and someone— maybe their mom?? was recording them and started pulling out costumes from this giant tote bag. they were literally knitted tuna head hats. i nearly started crying. and i so badly wanted to say something, but no one knows we’re dating… anyway, it was adorable”

yoongi: “i hope you’re still at the grocery store because i forgot lemons for this lemon cake like a damn idiot. i have oranges… i guess i could make an orange cake instead?? but everyone is expecting lemon tonight, so please turn around and go back inside the store if you already left. i won’t even get mad if you scold me later!”

hoseok: “ohmygod… please help me. i’m literally standing in our closet trying to figure out what to wear to my work event tonight and… thank you for dating me despite having no fashion sense beyond jeans and t shirts. i know i look hot in jeans and t shirts, but knowing how to pair an outfit would be so nice. actually, maybe i should call your sister after this. ya, i’m going to do that, but i still want your opinion! maybe i’ll just send a mirror selfie... you’d think more of you would have rubbed off on me by now… but at least i’ve got the mirror selfie down”

jimin: “hi ahhh— excuse me! sorry— i missed my bus, and i just realized i forgot my wallet, so i’m running back home. i wish you would answer the phone… how many times have i told you to turn off do not disturb? you’re a working man with friends and family and me too by the way. but the point of this call was to let you know i’ll be late…lol. ok bye. i love you! turn off do not disturb!”

taehyung: “i know we already decorated the christmas tree and it’s literally days before christmas, but i want to change everything. i don’t know why i thought silver balls were the way to go. so now i’m just standing in front of the tree, hating it more the longer i look at it, and then scrolling through pinterest for better ideas. so i need you to either talk me out of this, or help me redecorate and play some jazz. yes, i have watched your little video more than a few times and now everyone thinks that’s a normal thing for you when it’s not. how dare you save something so beautiful for namjoon, then share with army and not me… when did you even film that?? i’m literally always home… oh i think you’re home now. taehyung!”

jungkook: “i am literally so embarrassed, but i can’t figure out where the hell i am. i took bam with me to get more of his food, and then i saw this really pretty garden, so i took some pictures. i thought i hadn’t gotten too far away from the pet store, but shit… i guess i have. i’ve tried to figure out directions three times, and i keep getting more confused. normally i can see at least one thing that looks familiar, but not anymore. also, i think i left the candle burning, so blow that out before you call me back. naps are a dangerous thing when your girlfriend is forgetful and bad with directions…”

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 2 years

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You’re Mine, Pt. 5 - Final Chapter

Jensen x Reader x Danneel

Series Warnings: Porn with Barely-There Plot, slight Dom!Jensen, 18+ ONLY (Please adhere to this kiddies), hallway smut, threesome smut, female oral giving and receiving, mild language, poly relationship

A/N: Here we are, finally at the final part of this forever ago fan fic. Thank you all who has stuck by, and read (and patiently waited) for each new part to publish. Its been a fun ride, and I hope y’all like the ending as much as I did.

The lines in Bold & Italics are quotes given to me by the series beta and one of my besties @lovealways-j, she is the QUOTE QUEEN!!

Conclusion: With Y/N gone, Danneel is on a mission to set things right and undo some of the damage she’s done to her unconventional family, no matter what it costs her.

WC: 12.3K

*Banner made by me. I do not own any of the images.

“I’m exhausted!” you whined the moment you opened the front door. “I swear, if you ask me to do one thing tonight, I may have to murder you Haley!”

Laughter rang out from the den, and you followed its sound to find your best friend lounging on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a movie on. “You’re always exhausted… I know better by now.” Haley moved the popcorn and sat up on the couch, patting the spot beside her. “Want some popcorn, friend?”

You shook your head and sat down with an audible grunt. “These people wear me out. I miss being a private masseuse for the rich and famous.”

“Oh yeah, cause that worked out soooo well for you last time!” she said, giving you her best sarcastic smile.

“If I had the energy, I would so punch you right now. Is there any real food in the fridge? Or are you just eating popcorn for dinner?”

“Nah, this is just a snack. Going out in a bit to meet up with Mr. Hottie. Wanna join us? Might be good for you to get out a little bit.”

“I appreciate the invitation but no, I don’t wanna be the third wheel while you two suck face over a bowl of queso.”

“Hey, that was ONE time!”

That made you laugh and despite the overwhelming exhaustion, improved your mood. “Seriously, I do appreciate it, but all I want right now is to heat up something to eat, take a hot shower, and go pass out.”

“Fair enough. There are some leftovers in the fridge I can heat up for you. I gotta go get dressed anyway.” Haley got up from the couch and handed the remote to you. “Just promise me you’ll eat it and go to bed… NOT pass out on the couch again.”

“Yes, mom.”

Haley nodded in satisfaction and went to leave, but quickly turned around when she remembered the strange phone calls. “Oh! Forgot to tell you, some weird phone calls came into the houseline today. I barely ever answer the damn thing, but thought it may be my mom. She sometimes forgets about cell phones. Anyway, they asked for you, and remembering what you told me about your time in Austin, I said, Who?, and they hung up. It rang again, and same thing. Just FYI, I know you’re trying to lay low, stay under the radar, but maybe don’t answer the landline if you wanna stay that way.”

You sat up straighter on the couch and could feel the worry drape over you. “Was it him?”

Haley shook her head. “Don’t think so, this guy sounded super old, and kinda authoritative, ya know? But still, don’t take any chances.”

“Ok, I appreciate that, thanks babes. Now go get ready for your big date with Mr. Hottie. And don’t forget to throw that leftover chicken in the microwave!”

“Yes ma’am…” Haley lingered for a moment, and knew it was a touchy subject, but had to say what was on her mind. “Y/N… I know how you feel about it all. I know what you’ve decided, but maybe you should reach out to him. He’s gotta be worried sick about you… and from what you told me, he loved you.”

You stared blankly at the movie on the screen, and couldn’t bring yourself to look her in the eye. She wasn’t wrong, but it had only been a few months since you left the Ackles’ house. Three months didn’t feel like a safe distance of time to even think about reaching out to Jensen. Besides, what would you tell him? You ran away because you were angry? Scared? That you left him and his three kids because you were jealous that Dee’s indiscretion ruined what you all had? It was the truth, but now somewhat removed, you felt a little foolish for reacting so harshly.

“I know, Haley, but I just can’t. Not yet.”

“Ok, and you have every right to feel that way. I’m just thinking out loud here… communication goes a long way. And for that beautiful man to declare his love for you must mean something.”

“Yeah…” was all you could say. When you didn’t look up at her, she took that as her cue.

“Alright babes, chicken in the nuker for 2 minutes… going up to change. Love you!”

“Love you too, friend.”

An hour later, you forced yourself off the couch and got in a shower, put on fresh pajamas and found something good to watch on television. The food Haley had heated up before she left hadn’t been enough and your stomach began to yell at you for something more. A strong craving for pizza hit you like a ton of bricks, and that’s all you could think of. There was only one good pizza place in all of her small Iowa town, so you got up and dug through the junk drawer to find the menu.

Once in hand, you called and ordered a large plain pizza, an order of garlic knots and a slice of New York Style cheesecake. After hanging up with them, you went to the fridge and took out a bottle of sparkling water and made your way back to the den.

Living with Haley the last few months had been just what you needed. She was your oldest friend in the world, and one that even Jensen knew very little about. When you left Austin, you knew that Haley would take you in and help you figure out what to do. And that’s exactly what she did. She had two spare bedrooms, and happily gave you one, telling you that you could stay as long as you had liked. The first few days or so you were nothing but a sobbing mess. She sat with you, listened as you spilled the details from beginning to end about Jensen, Dee, the kids… all of it. She was the friend you could tell everything to; including the mind blowing sexual experiences you had with Jensen, and Jensen and Dee, and the unborn child growing in your belly.

On the fourth day, she came into your bedroom, and pulled you out of bed, demanding you pick yourself up, go to the doctor to make sure you were really pregnant and how far along. An appointment with Planned Parenthood told you that you were definitely pregnant and at about eight weeks. You asked about an abortion, and while they did talk you through the process, you left telling them you needed to think about it. They encouraged you to decide quickly, because you were on the cusp of not being able to have one performed at all. Finally a few days later, you made your decision of what to do.

Over the next couple weeks, you found yourself a job at a Hands and Stone Massage shop, which paid more than you would have thought. You were able to buy yourself a car, and even put a little money into savings. Living with Haley was great, but eventually you wanted to have a place of your own. Every day you thought about Jensen, and half those days you had picked up the phone to call him, though always ended up just putting down your cell and not dialing it. Life eventually began to even out, and you felt the down, depressed days starting to fade. Your love for Jensen never waivered, but you had made a choice to leave, and felt like you needed to stick by it.

Before you knew it, thirty minutes had flown by and there was a knock at the door. Remembering your pizza order, you jumped up, grabbed your purse and went running to the door.

“Hey!” you said, greeting the delivery guy with a big smile. “Here ya go.” You handed him the money for the order and greedily took the boxes from him. He stood there for a minute after looking at the cash you gave him, shrugged, then walked away.

The second the door closed you realized you forgot to include his tip. Placing the boxes down on the entry table, you picked up your purse again and quickly rifled through the bottom, looking for that five dollar bill you knew was down there. When you pulled it up from the depths of the purse, along with it came a piece of paper stuck to it. Not taking the time to look at the paper, you pulled it off and kept it in your other hand while opening the door and calling out for him to come back.

“Hey! I forgot your tip!”

“No problem,” the young guy said as he turned and came back to the porch.

You handed him the money and smiled apologetically. “Sorry, it's been a long day. Hope you have a good rest of your night.”

He nodded in thanks and went back to his car as you closed the door. Finally noticing you still had the stray piece of paper in hand, you stopped in your tracks when you realized what it was. It was the note Jensen had written you the morning he left with the kids. Your throat got very dry, and all of a sudden your excitement for the pizza had gone. Just as you were about to unfold it and finally read what he had written, there was another knock at the door.

Still in shock of having the long forgotten note in your purse, you absentmindedly opened the front door, then looked up and half expecting to see the pizza guy standing there. Unfortunately, your late night caller wasn’t the pizza guy.

“Hey, stranger,” Danneel said, smiling when she saw you realize it was her standing there. “It’s been a while.”

“I–how… How did you find me?” You could only imagine how ridiculous you looked at that moment; wet hair tied up off your neck, some old, worn out pajamas and big ole fuzzy slippers on your feet, and most likely a very stupid look on your face.

“May I come in?” Danneel asked, but didn’t wait for approval. She stepped into the house, her hands shoved in the pockets of her fashionable coat. She always looked pristine no matter what the occasion.

“Um, sure.” You moved aside when she came in, afraid of what was to come next.

“Smells good, what did you order?” She nodded towards the delivery you just received.

“Pizza.”

“Yummy. Grab it, and some plates. I’ll have some with you if you don’t mind. I’m starving.”

“Uhhh, wait. What the hell are you doing here Danneel?”

She ignored your question, took off her coat and moved further into the house. “This is a beautiful home. Yours?” She spun around to look at you, and you shook your head. “Oh, right, it’s your friend Haley’s right?”

“How did you know that?”

“Baby, come on. Like I haven’t known where you were from the minute you moved in.” Her arrogance was starting to annoy you; long gone were the days you found it sexy and alluring.

“You followed me? But you’ve been in Greece…”

“Yes, I was. Now I’m home.” She went to the table, grabbed the food and moved towards the kitchen. “Come on, let’s eat and have a chat, okay?”

You knew Danneel well enough that when she had a point to make, she wasn’t going to budge until she made it. Resigning yourself to hearing her out, you followed her into the kitchen. Without a word, you grabbed a couple paper plates and two bottles of water from the refrigerator. You took the pizza box and bag of food from her and nodded for her to follow you into the den.

You took your usual spot on the couch, and she opted for the recliner that sat adjacent. You put a piece of pizza on a plate and handed it to her along with a bottle of water.

“So, since when did you get into the stalking business? I thought actresses made more than enough money.”

“Oh, Y/N, how I’ve missed your sarcastic wit. No, I haven’t been stalking you. But, I did hire a P.I. to find you as soon as I heard you walked out on Jensen and the children.”

Ouch… and the children, that stung worse than you thought it would. But she wasn’t wrong, that’s exactly what you had done.

“Are they okay? The kids… are they doing okay?”

“Yes… and no. JJ loves school, but she misses you being there to do her hair in the mornings. She’s always complaining Rita can’t get her braids just right. Zep asks for you just about every day. And Arrow, well, you know her, she’s just a cute little hurricane running around causing a mess wherever she lands.”

You nodded, tried to force a smile, but it wasn’t possible. Your heart hurt hearing about the kids, and knowing that Jensen would come up next, made it that much more painful. “And, Jensen?”

“Well now, that man of ours is a whole different story.” Dee stopped and took a delicate bite of her pizza. “He’s doing his thing, traveling back and forth from Vancouver, getting home any chance he can to see the kids. I swear every time he walks into the house, he still expects you to be there. I’ve never seen him so let down.”

“I don’t know what to say…”

“You could start on why you left. Your note wasn’t exactly forthcoming.”

“I don’t know where to begin.”

“Ok, well, what do you know then? What can you tell me? Can you at least tell me if you’re still pregnant? Or did you terminate the pregnancy?”

Shocked that she knew about your pregnancy, your head snapped up and stared at her with wide eyes. “How…”

“You really must have gone off grid when you left. Apparently paparattzi caught you leaving Planned Parenthood a few months ago. Also, and I never told Jensen this, but Rita confided in me that she found a bunch of pregnancy tests in your bathroom.”

Feeling incredibly stupid for leaving those behind, you closed your eyes and leaned back against the couch.

“Nevermind, you don’t need to answer. I can clearly see that yes, you are pregnant.” She used her chin to nod towards your belly. “I’m glad you chose to keep it.”

Your arms wrapped around your stomach, which was now showing just enough that you couldn’t deny her observation. A little flutter of movement radiated from your belly, and it made you sit up in surprise. You had only recently started feeling the baby move, and it was a feeling that you didn’t think you would ever really get used to.

“Feels strange, doesn’t it? Like your body isn’t your own anymore.” Dee was being uncharacteristically sweet, and understanding; which made you incredibly leary of why she was really there.

“Are you going to tell Jensen?”

“Baby, he already knows. He saw the TMZ story, I didn’t have to tell him, though I may have guided him to the story itself. But he doesn't know if you kept it or not. I know he told you about my dalliance with Maurice, but you had already left when I told him I had had an abortion.”

“Oh,” you replied, feeling sad for her and Jensen both.

“It was a giant mess, and trust me, Jensen and I are still not okay. We are working on being good parents and just getting through day by day.”

“Does he know where I am?” you asked in a tone just above a whisper.

“No. I wanted to make sure I found you first.” Dee leaned forward and put her plate on top of the pizza box. “Look, I did not track you down to threaten or blackmail you. Despite what you must think of me, I care for you. What’s more, my children care for you, and so does my husband. In fact, he cares for you so much that just knowing where you were would give him a lot of comfort. He won’t admit it, but you leaving, nearly broke him.”

You snorted a laugh. “I doubt that.”

“Did you ever read his note? The one he left for you the day he went to his parent’s house? He told me what he wrote there, and honestly, I can’t imagine you could read that and still leave him.”

“I, uh, I haven’t read it. Funny enough, I had thrown it in my purse that day and forgot about it. I just found it tonight when I was looking for money to tip the delivery guy.”

“That makes sense then. I highly suggest you read it. Not with me here, of course, that would be weird,” she let out a nervous laugh, and for the first time you could see that her confident and poised demeanor was starting to crack. “But please read it. He deserves to know you’re carrying his child, Y/N. If you don’t do anything else, please at least let him know you are both okay.”

You desperately searched for words to respond to her, but nothing came out. Only a sharp sting of tears hit your eyes and quickly barreled down your cheeks. You missed him terribly, and wanted to reach out so badly. The fear of his reaction is what mostly kept you away, but now sitting across from Danneel, and having that part of your life brought back up, you felt every part of yourself ache for Jensen. It was like a part of you had been missing for months, and now was an opportunity to possibly get it back.

“Whatever your real reasons were for leaving, I am asking you to reconsider them.”

“How? How could I go back there to that house and face him? Face the kids? It would all break down and be the same thing. The awkwardness was too much, Dee. Seeing you and Jensen drift so far apart, knowing it was because of me!” The tears were falling faster now, and you could feel all the months of anguish rising to the surface and spilling over the edge. “It killed me to leave. Not to mention how he left me after finding out what YOU did! Why would I want to go back to that?!”

“Yes, that’s it baby, let it out.”

“Don’t call me baby! You never really loved me. I don’t know what the fuck you felt or thought I was! A nanny for your kids that you could play with or was I just a plaything for Jensen when you didn’t want to be bothered?! Why the FUCK did you invite me into your lives anyway?!”

All the emotion you had pushed down bubbled up, propelling you to stand up from the couch, and start pacing the room. Wringing your hands through your hair, letting the tears fall freely and letting the words out that you’d kept inside for so long… Dee just sat there and watched you.

“You are one hell of a woman, Y/N. I knew that from the moment I met you. I also knew that Jensen would find you just as remarkable. To be perfectly honest, when I met you, Jensen and I weren’t in a good place in our marriage. So yes, I thought you would be something we could have fun with, and maybe it would bring us closer together, but I was very wrong.”

“Yeah, instead I tore your family apart!”

“No… I did that. You kept my husband and my children happy as I drifted away from them.” Danneel also stood up from the chair and came to stand right in front of you. She reached out and took your hands into hers. “Take a deep breath, then look me in the eyes…”

You did as she asked, and used each shoulder to wipe the stray tears lingering on your cheeks.

“Ok, good. Now I want you to listen to me very closely… I love Jensen with all of my heart. He is not just one of the best guys on Earth, he IS the best guy. He is loving, protective, fiercely loyal, an amazing father, ridiculously sexy, talented, funny… you know all of this. As a husband, he tried his best, and it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t everything that I wanted. I didn’t even realize that until recently. I should have handled things with him better, but I saw him growing in love with you, and I thought that would be enough to make it okay that I wanted to leave.”

The truth that Danneel was admitting to you was as much of a shock, as her showing up at your door was. You had come to know her quite well, and the Danneel of six months ago would have never been so open, honest and vulnerable with you.

“Y/N, I wasn’t a great wife to Jensen, and I am working on being the best mother I can be to my children. I want to be better for everyone I love. I am here because he loves you. He loves you more than I thought he had the capacity to love a woman. I’ve been there to witness some of your intimate moments with him, and I’ve never seen him look at anyone, kiss anyone… not even me, the way he looks at and kisses you. When I saw it, and saw the expression on his face after, I realized that I wanted that for myself. A man to look at me, the way Jensen looked at you. He did the best he could to hide it for a long time, play the games you two would play. He tried so damn hard to keep you at arm’s length…”

Dee’s amber eyes began to fill with tears as well, and at that moment, your heart broke for her.

“Dee, I don’t know what to say. It's all so complicated. I fell for you because you were fun and flirty, sexy as hell. Then you brought Jensen into it. I never, ever meant to fall for him. I never intended on moving in on your life and causing trouble.”

“I know that. I have no hard feelings towards you where that’s concerned. My issue with you right now is that you left my husband and children heartbroken.”

“It killed me to leave, but I was angry and hurt…”

“And hormonal. Babies will do that to you,” she said and let go of one of your hands to place hers on your belly. The baby must have felt it too, because you felt it move, as did she. That shared moment made you both smile and suddenly the tension was gone. “You do see the irony in all this, right? Just a few months ago it was you, pleading with me to tell him about a pregnancy. Now here I am doing the same thing to you.”

“I wanted to tell you both about the baby. When I first found out, I was so happy. Then, everything went to shit and I didn’t know what to do. Yes, I am sure hormones played a part, but I know I didn’t react in an appropriate way. I just… I didn’t know what to do.”

“I can understand that, but now you’ve had some time to figure it out, work through it all. It's time Jensen knows he’s going to be a father again. I don't know what that means for the two of you, that you’ll have to work out for yourselves.”

“There’s nothing to work out, Dee. I don’t want to be his mistress or girlfriend. I want him. That’s not possible because he is YOUR husband.”

Danneel stood quietly, contemplating her response. “I understand.”

Without another word, she walked through the den and back out to the foyer. She picked up her coat and put it on. She reached into the inside pocket and pulled out a manilla envelope that was well padded with whatever its contents were. As she handed it to you, she grabbed your hand and held it tightly.

“Y/N, if you don’t tell him, I will. It's that simple. I’ve done a lot wrong in my marriage. But I won’t let this go. I will do right by Jensen now. He deserves to know.”

“What is this?” you asked, ignoring her ultimatum and examining the envelope.

“Open it when I leave and make sure to read that note you found. Then, maybe you’ll know what the right thing to do is.” She let go of her hand and opened the front door to leave. Of course, she couldn’t just go, she had to turn around one more time and leave you with her words of wisdom. “Keep this in mind, too… if two souls are meant to be together, no matter how long it takes, how far they go, how tough it seems, fate will bring them together to share their love forever.”

Having said her peace, Danneel walked out the front door and towards a car already running and waiting for her. You stood there frozen, not sure what to do, say, feel or think. Danneel had showed up and tore through your world, again, just like a tornado. Instead of leaving destruction in her path, she left you unsure and downright speechless.

All thoughts of your pizza had left your head; given what had just happened, the thought left your stomach, too. Without realizing it, you picked up Jensen’s note and ended up back in the den. The muted TV’s light suddenly felt annoying, so you grabbed the remote and shut it off, then picked up the envelope she had given you. One quick look inside and you understood what she meant by knowing what the right thing to do was. Contained inside were Jensen and Danneel’s signed divorce papers. What was even more telling was seeing it was Jensen who had signed the petition for divorce. You placed it down beside you and unfolded the note Jensen had left you all those months ago.

Hey Baby,

I’m so sorry about last night. Learning what Dee had done just hit me and I didn’t know how to react. I was beyond angry and wanted to lash out. After I smashed the glass I realized that I could have hurt you, and that broke me a little bit more. Regardless of what happens with Dee, you and I are what I want. I can’t say things will be easy or go back to what they were, but no matter what, we will be okay. I wasn’t lying when I said I loved you. I do. Hell, I want to wake you up to pack a bag and drag you with me to my parent’s house, but they just aren’t ready for all that yet. They are pretty old school when it comes to relationships, and right now I just can’t deal with their judgment or advice. I’ll be back in a week and we can figure everything out. I peeked in on you and could see you were sleeping, I hated to wake you. But I made sure you were covered up and left a kiss on your forehead. Hopefully that will hold you over until I get back. I’ll call you tonight when we get there, please make sure to eat and sleep and not work yourself to the bone.

Love always,

Another wave of sobs crashed upon your cheeks after reading his words, and you screamed into the depths of the empty house knowing that if you had just read it that day, things would not be as awful as they seem now.

After the guttural scream and hardy cry had subsided, you just wanted to sleep. Forgetting about the pizza you had wanted so badly, you left the den with Jensen’s note and envelope of divorce papers, then walked up the steps to your bedroom. Without even turning on the light, you fell into your bed and slept until the next morning.

“Well, well, don’t you look like death mourned over. What happened last night? It's like you had a pizza party and no one came,” Haley said when you walked into the kitchen the following morning. Once she saw how puffy your eyes were and how worn out you looked overall, she grew concerned. “Ok, all joking aside, are you okay? What did I miss?”

“Danneel showed up here last night,” you replied flatly, and tossed the now crumpled note and envelope on the table. You nodded for her to open them and see for herself.

Haley opened the envelope first, then as she read the note, her eyes grew wider with each passing line. When she finished, she sat back in her chair and blew a long breath of air from her lips.

“Holy shit.”

“Uh huh.” You sat across the table from her, and poured a glass of OJ that she had left out on the table. “So, that’s why I look like roadkill, FYI. He’s divorcing her. And that note? That’s the note he left me the day he went to his parent’s house. I never read it. Hell, I shoved it to the bottom of my bag then forgot about it. Found it about two seconds before she knocked on the door.”

“How did she even find you?”

“Private investigator. Oh, and clearly she knows I’m pregnant. So, there’s that.”

“Shit man, is she going to tell him?”

“She said if I didn’t she would, yeah.”

Haley started, and stopped her next few words several times before finally knowing what to say. “I know it's not what you wanted, but he does deserve to know, babes.”

“I know, you’re right. I feel like such a fool. What should I do? Fly up to Vancouver and surprise him on set? Show up in Austin, hoping he’s there and get the kids all worked up?”

“You could call him. Just unblock his number…”

“I can’t do this over the phone. I am going to have to face him, and I just don't know if I am ready for that, Haley. What if I see him, and just break down? What if he hates me? What if–”

“Oh for fucks sake, WHAT IF he runs to you in sheer JOY because you got the fuck over yourself and went back to him!?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “See I can always count on your support.”

“Girl, you know you can. But in this case, I gotta say, you fucked up. You need to own it and go back to that gorgeous hunk of man to make things right.”

“Ugghhhh, I hate it when you make sense.”

“You must hate me all the time then,” Haley joked and winked at you. “Seriously though, you have to…”

“I know, and I will. Just give me a couple days to get myself together. Process all of this and figure out what I want to say.” You looked over at the clock on the stove and realized you were very late for work. “Fuck, I gotta go to work… we can talk more about this later. Also, I need details about last night!”

Haley nodded, “Yes, yes… all that and more later. Go to work. What time are you off tonight?”

“Early, fiveish I think. Why?”

“Ok, well, when you get home I think we should go out. Let’s go get dinner. You can drive, and I will drink for you and me, because I think this warrants at least several shots of Jameson.”

“Ok, weirdo,” you laughed and before you went upstairs to get ready for work, you went and hugged your friend. “Hey Haley, thank you.”

“For what?”

“For just being you and doing what is best for me even when I don’t want to hear it.”

Haley hugged you back, then watched you go back upstairs to get dressed. She looked down at the table and absently used her finger nails to pick at the manilla envelope. She hated seeing her best friend in such turmoil and knew that she was going to do just what you had said she did… She was going to make a move that she thought was best for you.

That day at work flew by in record fashion and despite all the drama and tears from the night before, you found yourself with an unusual amount of energy. It made you excited for a night out with your best friend. Once you got home, you took a quick shower, picked out your best outfit that fit over your still slight, but growing belly, and even put on some makeup. It was the first time since leaving Austin that you took the time to go all out on the beauty products, and when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you felt more like you than you had in forever.

Even Haley complimented you on the effort and said she was proud of you for handling it the way you were, instead of just going to your room and wallowing. The two of you left for the local Italian restaurant, excited to get some good food, and have some good conversation. It was going to be hard to go to Jensen and admit how wrong you were for leaving, but it was necessary. He did deserve to know about the baby, and regardless of what came after, it was the least of what you needed to do.

The two of you had spoken at length about Jensen and possibilities of how to tell him. Haley’s suggestion was simple, Just Do It!

“Stop overthinking it, babes. You’re so scared of facing him, but the truth is, that’s what you have to do. AND, you need to do it before Danneel does. Because if it comes from her… the possibilities of what happens next really slims down.”

You knew she was right, but you had to get over your fear of seeing him again. When you brought that up, she asked you a question that you had neglected to ask yourself.

“What are you afraid of, exactly?”

Unable to give her an answer just then, all you could do was shrug. The conversation shifted to her spilling the details about her date the night before, which was a little bit of a comfort.

After a big, filling meal, and a cannoli for dessert, you officially declared yourself too fat to drive. Haley laughed and rolled her eyes, and commented on how she was glad she opted for one glass of wine instead of the copious amount of shots she really wanted. On the drive home, she breached the subject of Jensen again.

“So, when do you think you’ll do it? Should be soon… Did Danneel give you a deadline or anything?”

“No, she just said tell him or I will. So yeah, I should soon. I just want to do it right.”

“Understandable,” she said, and glanced at you from the corner of her eye. “Just don't take too much time, okay?”

“I won’t,” you said and paused, reflecting back on her question that you couldn’t answer at dinner. “I think I’m mostly scared of seeing him and melting right back into his arms. I’ve never been very strong willed around him. Then, if I do, what if he is so angry now that he rejects me, and I have to go through this grieving process all over again… raise a baby alone that he and I could have raised together. Or worse, he tries to take the baby from me…”

“Do you really think he would or could do that to you?”

“I don’t know. Never thought Dee would have slept with another man… but she did.”

Haley didn’t know what to say to that, so she kept her gaze straight ahead and continued the twenty minute drive home.

By the time you arrived at the house, you were ready to unwind and relax in bed. The last twenty-four hours had been such a whirlwind of emotions, you weren’t sure if you could honestly take another second of it. Haley directed the car into the driveway and put it in park, but didn’t turn off the engine.

“Oh shit,” she said, and started frantically looking through her bag. “I think I left my phone there on the table!”

“No, I saw you with it, you sure it isn’t in there? Want me to call it?”

“No!” She replied so quickly and adamantly, you gave her a curious look.

“Ooookay… so, back to the restaurant?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to go. Why don’t you go inside, get your preggers self all comfy, and I’ll be right back.”

“No, I don’t want you to drive back and forth by yourself. I’m fine–”

“Woman, don’t disobey me. Just go inside and find a good movie or something we can watch when I get back.”

Hesitant to do as she asked, you looked at her again and narrowed your eyes. “You’re being weird, why?”

“I’m not being weird at all.”

“Liar. What’s really going on?”

“Just go inside, please?” The way she said it made you think something was surely up, but you couldn’t deny her. Maybe she had put together an impromptu baby shower for you, and you didn’t want to ruin her hard work.

“Ok, just be careful driving, if that’s what you're really doing.”

“I will! I won’t be long!”

You got out of the car and she immediately pulled out of the driveway and supposedly back towards the restaurant. Digging your keys from your bag, you approached the front door, and found it was already open. Trying to remember who had shut it; and if it was you, did you lock it? You were only a little over three months pregnant, but the scatterbrain part of it all was hitting you hard already.

When you opened the door, you immediately knew that someone had been in the house. There was a fragrance in the air that hadn’t been there before. As you peered around the corner towards the kitchen, you could hear the faintest bit of music playing from somewhere upstairs.

“Hello?” you called out–half hoping, half in fear–someone would reply hello back. “Someone here?”

Slipping out of your coat, you hung it on the rack and made your way towards the kitchen. There on the table was a note, a bottle of sparkling cider, and a single red rose. You knew right then, Jensen had to be there somewhere. The idea of which caused your whole body to start shaking with intense nerves and anticipation that you could be face to face with him at any second.

Picking up the note, your shaking hands slowly unfolded it. As you read the words scrawled in his familiar hand, your heart started pounding.

“When you found me, I was starved for adventure. One of your hands on my skin, took me to places I didn’t know existed. I want to tell you exactly how you make me feel, what the thought of you does to me… but first… pick up the treat I left you, and follow the candles.”

Looking around, you saw a few votive candles burning on the kitchen counter nearest to the stairs. You picked up what he had left you and headed in that direction. Sitting on the first landing, was another votive, with a note leaning against it and a glass for the sparkling cider.

You swallowed thickly as you picked up the second note and began to read.

“You have a way of igniting passion in me that feels inhuman. My need to feel you… on me, next to me, against me… drives me to the brink of insanity. Knowing that you are here, now, leaves me restless and waiting for you with bated breath. Take the glass to the top of the stairs, now. Then stop to pour yourself a drink.”

It was all so surreal. Surely this was a dream. Jensen wasn’t really upstairs waiting for you, was he? But on the same hand, all of this could only be his doing. You did as he commanded, and when you reached the top of the stairs, there was the final note, along with a small, wrapped gift propped up against one last candle. On the front of the note you read his instructions.

“Pour a drink first, then open me.”

Pouring the champagne, you licked your lips in anticipation; both for the drink and for whatever waited for you behind the closed bedroom door. Slowly opening the note, and giving the box a quick glance of curiosity, you brought your attention back to the paper in hand.

“Even though things somehow went bad, I still want you to be mine, and hope you want me to be yours. I fought it for a long time, but I finally gave myself over to you completely. It’s not just how your body feels against mine, or how your voice could bring me to my knees, it’s what you make me feel inside. The way your eyes spark when you stare at me, I can feel them marking my soul, making me yours in a way that goes beyond sins of the flesh. Come find me in the place where our passion is unmatched, where we came together as one. Bring the present and the cider. I’ll be waiting.”

Your heart was pounding like a jackrabbit now, but you did as he asked; grabbed the present and the bottle, and made your way into your room. As you opened the door to your bedroom, the first thing you sensed was soft music playing from the speaker in the corner. Once your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw how the candlelight flickered and casted shadows along the wall as if they were moving to the melody.

The song in the background faded, and ‘Unsteady’ by X Ambassadors began to play; a song that had come to mean quite a bit to you and Jensen. That was when he stepped out of the shadows and into your view. He looked just as good as he ever had. Dressed in a simple blue button down shirt, and jeans, his hair was a little longer than you remembered, and he had more than a few days worth of stubble on his cheeks. The site of his face made your eyes wet, but you forced them back. Carefully placing the bottle of cider on the night stand along with the notes and the box, you looked around the room, then back to him in wonderment.

“Welcome home,” he said, his voice raspy with emotion. “I’ve missed you.”

“Jensen…” his name left your lips in a whisper. That was all he needed to cross the room and sweep you up in his arms.

He lifted you up, your feet leaving the floor, and embraced you so tightly it was hard to breathe. But the feeling of his arms wrapped around you was so euphoric, you didn’t care how tight it was. He lowered you to the ground and moved back, although only a little, to take a long look at your face. He guided a stray lock of hair away from your eyes and peered deep into them. He swallowed loud and nervous. For what felt like the world’s longest minute, you didn’t know if he would say anything.

“You just left,” he said, his voice barely reaching a whisper. His face contorted into a hurt so deeply, he was almost unrecognizable. “You left, and that note…” he paused with an incredulous grunt, “that killed me. Because I knew it wasn’t true.”

“Jensen… I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I made the wrong choice.”

“Why? Why did you feel like you had to leave?” His voice retained the slow burn fire of a man who had been left in the dark for too long. “You leaving… Jesus Y/N…”

“I just… I felt like I had too.” It was a shitty answer, but it was the truth. It didn’t seem to help him understand any better.

“Because of the baby?”

You knew that he had known because of the article, but couldn’t help to wonder if Dee already told him about their meeting the night before. Unable to force words to leave your lips, you simply nodded.

“Y/N, are you still pregnant? Or did you…” he sighed deeply, clearly struggling with the words he had to say, but they got stuck in his throat.

Not wanting him to have to say it, you simply shook your head. You took his hand and gently placed it on your stomach. “I didn’t end it. I couldn’t.”

A mixed eddy of emotions tore across his face, so quickly that you weren’t sure which one he would settle on. Before giving him a chance to say anything, you turned around and went into the nightstand drawer. From there you pulled out your latest sonogram and cautiously handed it to him.

“I should have told you as soon as I found out, I was actually trying to think of a fun, grand way to tell you. Then, everything fell apart so quickly. Dee’s pregnancy, her infidelity, you and the kids taking off… I felt responsible for the problems you and Dee were having. Felt like I was ruining your family. I didn’t want this baby to do any more damage.”

Jensen couldn’t take his eyes off the picture of his child, though it still wasn’t much more than a white blob, he was already enamored.

“You still should have told me, Y/N. Despite all of that, I deserved to know.”

The hurt that painted his expression caused a sharp pain to coarse through your heart. He was one of the few people in the whole world that you never wanted to hurt. Yet, here you were watching the pain of your choices play out across his features.

“I know Jay, there’s no good excuse. I overreacted… I never read that note you left, until just last night. I assumed it was a Dear Jane letter. That maybe you didn’t know how to tell me to go, so you took the kids and left. I mean, what was I really? Someone you had great sex with… whether it was me and you, or the three of us. Besides, I wasn’t your wife. I knew you loved me, but IN love with me? That’s what you and Dee–”

“Stop! Just… stop.” Jensen took a step back and emitted a low rumble of frustration from his chest. “That’s a crock of shit, Y/N. Yeah, I love Dee. She’s the mother of my children and we have a long history, but IN love with her? I haven’t been in love with her for years. If I had been, I never would have made a move on you or pursued you the way I did. Don’t you see that?”

He searched your expression for some sort of confirmation, but you were overwhelmed and still in shock that he was here, in your room, in Haley’s house… in IOWA.

“Dammit, you don’t see it do you? Fuck, Y/N…” he ran his hands up and down his weary face, then took those few steps closer, and brushed his fingers against your cheek. “I was lonely, and unfulfilled. Then I come home one day and there you are, on the couch with Dee. I told myself that you were something fun, and maybe help rekindle my lust for life, and for my marriage. And, you did… just not how I expected.”

“Jay, you and Dee, you have years of history; you have kids. Maybe making me part of the family wasn’t–”

“Seriously? Y/N, no, that’s not fair to say. You woke me up! You are precisely and perfectly what I was waiting for.”

“Even with all the drama… the paparazzi, the scandals, the infidelity.. We were a freak show!”

“So? Like I give a shit what the world thinks. I don't care about any of the things stacked against us. I don’t care about disagreements or circumstances. Because at the end of the day, I am yours, and you are mine.”

“I should have read your note that day. I regret not reading it, Jensen. If I had, none of this would be happening. I shoved it in my bag and left. I just found it last night, then Dee showed up, and–”

“Wait, wait… Dee was here? Last night? When?”

“Last night. She showed up around nine, right after the pizza guy. She had a P.I. find me, and she showed up. She gave me hell for leaving and not telling you about the baby. Then she showed me your divorce papers and said if I didn’t tell you about the baby, she would. Isn’t that how you found me, too? I assumed she told you.”

Jensen’s face broke out into a wide grin, and you didn’t know how badly you needed to see his smile again. “That woman, I swear. Drives me fucking crazy, but I suppose its part of her charm. No, Danneel didn’t say a word to me about you.”

“Then, how… how did you end up here?”

“My lawyer got a call from your friend Haley. Asked him to reach out to me, and have me call her. She told me you were here and that you wanted to see me, talk to me, but was scared to. I hopped on a flight, and here I am. She said she would get you out of the house so I could surprise you.”

“Oh, Imma kill her when she gets home,” you growled, and turned to pick up the glass of sparkling cider champagne. After downing the glass you sighed and chuckled softly. “Damn I wish that was alcoholic….”

“She’s just looking out for you, the way Danneel was looking out for me.”

“Jensen… What happens now? Do we just go back to all of us being together? I mean, are you sure a divorce from her is what you want? I don’t want her like that anymore. What the three of us had was fun, but ultimately, I don’t want you AND her. I want you. I had felt like that since she first left for Greece, maybe even before. It made me feel guilty; like a goddamn homewrecker.”

“No, there is no ‘three of us’ anymore. Danneel and I are getting divorced. I think that would have happened with or without you in our lives. She agrees, actually. It was just time to end it.”

“How is she okay with that?”

“Because she sees the truth.”

“Which is what, exactly?”

Jensen’s expression relaxed into something more thoughtful and soft. The way his green eyes bore into you, you felt every single thing he was about to say was exactly how he felt. “The heart knows when the search is over. You’re the one I want to wake up to at two a.m., rollover and know I’m right where I'm supposed to be.”

“What about the kids? What about–”

“Stop, please. Stop worrying so much about everyone else, and what is best for them. The kids know what’s happening. Dee is going to stay in the big house with them. She wants to be there to be their mom, that’s her priority. As for me, well…” he shrugged and began to slowly caress your shoulders with both his hands. “Right now, there is nowhere else in the world I want to be. Question really is, what do you want?”

The baby began to move, as if they were putting in their opinion to the matter. Taking Jensen’s hand from your shoulder, you placed it on the spot where the flutters were. It was ever so slight, but he could feel the movement too.

“I want you, Jensen. You’re all I ever wanted. I just never thought in a million years, you’d want me just as much; forget falling in love with me.”

“Baby,” he started, but needed a moment to reign in some of the emotion he was feeling, “I will never stop falling in love with you… either of you.”

With that, you didn’t want to wait another moment to feel his lips pressed against yours again. Kissing him for the first time in months, truly felt like coming home. Everything that had been missing within you was replaced by that one kiss. His lips parted, and your tongues slipped together, swirling and circling with slow, but reckless abandon. Every part of your body instantly became alive under his touch, as if no time had gone by at all.

A slow, soft moan escaped you as his arms once again engulfed you, pushing you back towards the bed. The fire had been lit between you once again; as if it had ever really gone out in the first place. The desperation you both felt to have each other was maddening, and in a matter of seconds, clothes were flying in all directions, his mouth exploring your neck and chest as if he’d never been there before.

You arched your back and grabbed the sides of his head as his mouth moved further down on your body, fingers tangled into his longer hair; the stubble of his weeks growth tickling your slightly swollen belly. That’s where he paused, and kissed it ever so gently.

“You’re having my baby,” he purred and kissed your belly again. “Our baby…” the corner of his mouth twitched into an impish grin, and you could see passion had replaced all the uncertainty of the expression he wore when you first walked into the room.

“Our baby,” you echoed, caressing his cheek then running your fingers through his hair.

He moved up on the bed, repositioning himself so he was laying on the pillow next to you. “Do you remember when we used to play with the ice, and I would tease you, make you beg for me to be inside you?”

Just the flash of memories ignited that familiar heat between your legs that only he could seem to summon. “Of course…”

“Good, don’t ever forget it. Just because you and I are together and having a baby, doesn’t mean that I still don’t want you that way.” His hand gently glided through your hair, then traced the lines of your neck. Slowly they made their way to your chin, which he lifted up as he hovered above you. “Don’t ever forget who you belong to. You are mine. And I am yours. And once that kid is born, I’m going to make you beg for it again.”

The forceful, yet deep look of love that lived in his eyes was enough for you to melt under his touch.

“Don’t ever let me stop begging for you. I never want to be without you again.”

“Good girl,” he purred and leaned down to kiss your lips again.

This time as he kissed his way down your body, he didn’t stop until he reached your sex. Feeling him between your thighs was like the first time all over again. Suddenly nervous, yet excited for his touch, you let him take you in his mouth. Tongue and lips making a mess of you, and when he slipped his fingers inside you, you could feel his lips smile against your clit when you moaned at the feeling. He didn’t stop once you came, he kept going, making you squirm until you begged him for mercy.

Jensen sat up from between your legs, wiped his lips of your juices and gently laid up on top of you. As he reached down for a kiss, you could feel him slip up inside you. You both moaned in pleasure, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His eyes found yours, and as he began to move, thrusting slowly in out of you, he never let go of your gaze. Your nails dug into his flesh, his forehead hung down and pressed into yours, while your bodies rocked together in perfect unison. Just as he came inside you, he kissed you deeply and told you once again, how much he loved you; how you were forever his.

After, he lay beside you under the covers softly tracing the lines of your body, and kissing your shoulder.

“Did you peek inside the gift box over there?”

“No, I was a little distracted,” you laughed.

You were about to roll over and get it, but he beat you to it. You sat up on the bed, and pulled the covers up to cover your chest. Jensen couldn’t take his eyes off you, almost afraid if he did, you would just disappear. He finally handed you the box, and drew in a deep, nervous breath.

“Open it.”

Carefully removing the ribbon, you opened the box and saw a set of keys inside. Attached to the keys was a keychain that had a beautiful diamond ring beside it. You gasped, and touched at the keys and ring, unsure if this really wasn’t a dream of some kind.

“Jensen…”

“Marry me, officially be mine forever. I bought a house… right down the street from the kids in Austin. It’s ours… a place to start our own family, and still be close to our other family.”

Still speechless, you looked at the keychain and saw it had yours and Jensen’s initials on one side, and on the other it said, ‘Forever Mine’.

“Well? Will you?” he asked, and you couldn’t help but find his nerves rather adorable.

“Yes, Jensen. I would be a fool to say no, of course I will marry you!” The way things had gone that evening was nothing close to what you expected. You were beyond touched to know that he had this all waiting for you; waiting for you to realize your foolish decision and come back to him where you belonged.

Jensen exhaled, bringing a larger than life smile to his face. He quickly made work of taking the ring off the keys, and slipping it onto your finger.

“You know,” he started, then paused to admire the ring on your finger, “I wasn’t kidding about how lost and dead I felt inside before I met you. I never thought that anyone could make me feel what you made me feel. I tried so hard to hide my feelings, but with each passing night I didn’t show up at your apartment, I realized, even back then, beside you is where I belonged. Didn’t matter if I was home, in Vancouver, or any other city in the world. My mind, body and soul, were always with you. And it wasn’t just the sex, although, you have to admit we are damn good at it…”

You couldn’t help but laugh, and nodded in agreement. “No lies there.”

“It was just… you. Everything about you… your calm demeanor, how you always wanted to see the good in people. How you handled and took care of the kids. How you handled me. No one has ever been able to understand me like you do, or bring me to my knees the way you could.”

You knew what he meant by that, and a streak of guilt crossed over your heart.

“I promise I will never leave you like that again.”

“Good. Because if you did, I don't think I would make it next time. Especially now knowing this lil peanut is on her way.”

“Her, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. It's definitely a girl. I can just tell, I got a sense about it,” he teased and motioned his hand over your belly like a fortune teller over a glass ball.

“Well, we can find out in another month or so, I hope.”

“I say let’s leave it a surprise. There is nothing traditional about us or how we started. Why start now?”

You adjusted yourself so you were laying back down on the bed, and Jensen did the same. He put an arm around you and pulled you closer so you could lay your head on his chest. The two of you laid there like that for hours, excitedly talking in whispers about your future and caressing each other until sleep finally took over.

Nine months had passed since Jensen slipped the engagement ring on your finger, and never once did it leave its place there. Not even when you finally had gone into labor did you want to take it off. Jensen had been in New York at a convention when you called to tell him it was happening earlier than expected. Sixteen hours of intense pain and uncertainty while giving birth, and that ring helped you get through it since he couldn’t get to Austin in time. Delayed flights, lost luggage and weather related circumstances kept pushing his arrival back, and you begged the doctor to somehow postpone your labor.

“Sorry, sweetheart, can’t do it. This baby is coming now and not much we can do to stop it.”

Thankfully, Haley had been staying with you, and she stood by your side, with Jensen on the phone as you pushed and screamed, willing your bundle of joy into the world.

“Is she healthy? Is she okay? Is Y/N okay?” he asked in one breathless sentence. Haley was so overwhelmed by seeing you holding your baby, she could barely speak.

“Everyone is doing just fine, Jensen. I’ll send you a picture, but get here as soon as you can…”

He did just that, within two hours of the birth of your son, Jensen was racing through the hospital corridors searching for you. When he came into the room, out of breath and overly disheveled, you couldn’t stop the happy tears from falling at will.

“Hey,” he said in greeting, keeping his voice hushed and soft. “My God… she’s beautiful.”

“He…” you smiled and gently lifted the baby up into his arms. “We have a son, Jensen.”

“Really?” The word barely squeaked out of his lips, coated with so much sentiment it made you even more teary. “Our son…”

Jensen kissed his newborn son’s forehead so gingerly and studied his features like there would be a test on it later. He lowered himself to sit on the bed beside you, cradling the baby in one arm, and wrapping the other around your shoulders. He leaned over and kissed the side of your head, but didn’t let go of either of you.

“I was so sure it was a girl,” he chuckled. “But to have another son, thank you for this…”

“What should we call him?”

Jensen slowly let out a breath of air and smiled. “Been thinking about that a lot while trying to get home, but I had all girl names picked out. What do you think?”

“I think we should go with Zep’s choice. He said if he ended up having a baby brother, he wanted to name him Zooma.”

Jensen started laughing, “As in, Paw Patrol Zooma?”

You nodded and smiled. “Mhm, I told him that probably wouldn’t be a good name, so he asked if we could pick a ‘Z’ name so he wasn’t the only one of the kids with a name that started with ‘Z’.”

“Of course he did,” Jensen mused, then lovingly stared down at his son’s precious face. You sat there, watching the two of them, father and son, having their first moments together and felt beyond blessed and grateful that the long journey had come down to this moment.

“Zachary Allan Ackles…” Jensen whispered, then looked to you for your approval.

“I love it.”

The day Zachary was born lingered heavily in your mind, as the next most important day of your life was about to start. He was already a few months old, and starting to look more and more like Jensen every day. Zach inherited his father’s green eyes and perfect smile, and every time you looked at your son, you fell more in love with him, and his father. No more doubts had a chance to creep in since Jensen found you at Haley’s all those months before, because he never let an opportunity pass by to let you know how loved you were; how much he meant to keep you his, forever.

“Hey, Y/N, you ready?”

Haley’s voice cut through the memory and brought you back to the present day. You turned and smiled at her, nodding that you were.

“Just one minute, okay?”

She closed the door to your bridal suite, and you took one last look at yourself in the mirror. Smoothing out the simple, satin Ivory gown, you inhaled deeply and felt a slight bout of nerves start to rise.

“It’s my wedding day,” you mused quietly to the empty room. “I’m marrying the man of my dreams, in the house of my dreams, with our beautiful son by our sides. I don’t know what I did to deserve all of this, but I will never take any of it for granted.”

In the mirror’s reflection, you saw the door start to open again. Assuming Haley was coming in to get you moving, you turned and readied yourself with a sarcastic quip, but it fell from your lips when you saw Danneel enter the room.

“Sorry, to intrude, but the girls couldn’t wait to see you in your dress.”

From behind Dee, JJ and Arrow came bouncing into the room. They were absolutely beautiful in their matching flower girl dresses, big smiles plastered on their faces.

“Come on, Mom!” Arrow said, grabbing your handing and pulling you with all her might towards the door. “It's time to go marry daddy!”

When she called you ‘Mommy’, your eyes snapped up to see Danneel’s expression, unsure how that would make her feel. But, if she did feel any sort of way, she didn’t show it. She seemed genuinely happy for you and Jensen; had even helped plan some of the wedding.

“Ok, ok, babygirl, I’m going,” you said, and smiled brightly.

Just before you all funneled out of the room, Dee gently touched your arm to stop you, and gave you a hug.

“I want you to know I am so happy for you both, I really, really am. I think we finally found the right way to all be one big happy family.”

You didn’t want to get overly emotional before you even walked down the aisle, but what she said at that moment made it difficult. “I think so too,” was all you managed to get out without crying.

Danneel however, couldn’t stop her own eyes from watering with them, and again, she didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

“There is no one else in this world I would trust with my kids, and certainly no one else I would ever feel comfortable with, calling Mommy. But you are, you know.”

“Thank you, that means more than you know.”

Dee squeezed your hand, and the two of you shared a moment that will never be forgotten.

“Ok, ok… now, let’s get you hitched!”

Austin in the spring was beautiful and warm, with bright blue skies and all the dogwood trees in bloom. You waited in the wings of the garden as JJ and Arrow did their thing, leaving pink and yellow petals dotting the satin aisle runner that would lead you to the altar where Jensen was. Zeppelin was at your side, looking cute as ever in his little suit Jensen had chosen for him to wear. Since you had no family, and no close male friends, Zeppelin had offered to hold your hand as you walked down the aisle, so you wouldn’t have to do it alone. The boy’s gesture filled you with a level of love and you were glad to take him up on it.

Now, as the music began to play, you and Jensen’s oldest son made the long walk through the garden and down towards the gazebo where you would finally become his wife. Taking your place next to Jensen, Dee quickly went up to take Zep’s hand and lead him to his seat right in the front row. Haley sat next to him, holding Zachary and trying her best not to start weeping before it even started.

Turning your attention to Jensen, you got to take in a good look at how handsome, and sexy, he was in his suit. It was a soft, ivory linen jacket and pants, white shirt unbuttoned to the nape of his neck, and sans tie. His hair was still a bit longer, and at your request, he allowed the growth of stubble to stay on his cheeks. But in the end, he could have been wearing a burlap sack for all you cared.

“You’re breathtaking,” he whispered, not wanting to interrupt the officiant’s beginning hyperbole of the ceremony. Jensen took your hand in his, and squeezed. “You ready?”

“Been ready,” you smiled and squeezed back.

“Friends, family, you’ve gathered today to witness the love between these two individuals grow into a promise of forever. They, along with their children, want to vow in front of your witness, of their intentions to love, cherish, honor and respect each other from now until the end of their days. Having gotten to know Y/N and Jensen well over these last few months, I have seen their deep affection for each other grow more and more each day. While I am not necessarily a religious man, I do believe that this union was written in Heaven only to be fulfilled here on Earth. The bride and groom have decided to speak vows they have written themselves, so at this time I ask them to pledge their dedication to one another. Jensen…”

“Y/N, you once said to me that we were very unconventional; freak show were the actual words you used.” A murmur of good cheer ripped through your guests, and caused you to smile and shrug slightly as Jensen continued. “You weren’t wrong, but the thing is, it doesn’t matter if we were the biggest freak show on the planet, because I’ve finally found my person. You have a way of knowing exactly what I need at any given moment. Your love and generosity has offered me a safe harbor when I’m feeling uncertain or scared. Your dedication to my other children has proved to me that you are not just my rock, but one of theirs, too. I can’t imagine my life without you and Zachary, and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us.”

Jensen paused, turned to Jared who stood up from his seat in the front and handed him the wedding rings. Jensen handed his to the officiant, then gently took your left hand and slid yours down your finger, resting perfectly against your engagement ring.

“Y/N, with this ring, I promise you endless amounts of love and laughter. You have my heart, my soul, my love and my loyalty until the day comes where I am no longer taking in breath. In the years we have together, I vow to support you, understand you, and never lose sight of our passion for each other. I am yours, forever.”

There wasn’t a dry eye among the guests, including yourself. Doing your best to get yourself together, you took the ring from the officiant, and held it tightly in one hand as you started your vows.

“Jensen, you came into my life so unexpectedly, that there are still some days I have to pinch myself to see if I am dreaming. With open arms and an open heart, you took the time to break down my walls, and love me for the hot mess I can be.” Another wave of chuckles carried on the breeze from those in attendance. “Yes, we are a freak show of sorts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way, because in the end we are being true to ourselves, and our feelings for each other and the family we’ve built. YOU are MY rock… you are my best friend and my biggest cheerleader. When hard times hit, or life gets messy, you know exactly how to help me see through to the bigger picture. I too, cannot wait to see the magic the future holds for us.”

Taking Jensen’s ring from the officiant, you took his hand and let the large ring glide down his finger.

“Jensen, with this ring, I promise you endless days of love and laughter. You have my heart, my soul, my love and loyalty until our days on Earth come to an end. In our future together, I vow to always support you, understand you, love and respect you. And I promise to never lose sight of our passion, or how deeply our love is rooted in soil. You are mine and I am yours, forever.”

“By the power given to me, by the great state of Texas, ladies and gentlemen, please rise and celebrate, Mr. and Mrs. Jensen Ackles!”

Before your names could even leave the officiant’s mouth, Jensen grabbed you and pulled you in for a deep, loving, but appropriate for the moment, kiss. You could hear Jared whistling and cheering, all three of the kids yelling out words of congratulations, the other guests following suit. It was a small wedding, but the jubilation they showered you with was loud and genuine. Even Danneel stood up and was clapping and cheering with the rest.

As you and Jensen turned to face all your friends and family, that moment was imprinted in your memory. Seeing all of the happy smiling faces, celebrating a love that you had thought would always be wrong and forbidden. Not anymore. Because now…

You were his.

He was yours.

And everyone in the whole world knew it.

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Hey dear! I hope that you have a good time! I want to make a request, but please delete it if you don't feel like doing it.

I saved that request in the notes and been waiting for you to open them 😊

For request

First fight with brother (any of your choice) and one of them (I mean MC or that brother) thinks that it's end of relationship (because never had anything serious), but they reconciled in the end. I want some heavy angst with happy ending. MC can be GN if that is OK.

If you don't mind you can do for Mammon, but feel free to choose another one if you don't feel like write for him. Or if that would be better to write as headcanons for all the brothers. That's up to you!

I haven't been doing requests for ages. Please don't hate me if there is something wrong! I've read the rules, and I hope I haven't missed anything.

Anyway, sorry for long ask. And thank you for your writings!

(I forgot to look if you did anything similar, and remembered it at the end of writing that ask. Sorry if you already did something like that!)

Hey babes ❤ I did end up doing HCs for all of them because I thought it would be cooler (or more like I know someone is gonna request separate fics for all of them if I dont and I'm saving myself that trouble lol) I still hope you like it ! ❤ also this got SUPER LONG so its under a cut

Warning: angst -> happy ending-ish

THE BROTHERS in a fight with MC and thinking that they’re over (yikes)

Lucifer:

Everyone always says Lucifer is quick to lose his cool but he’s honestly been nothing but patient with you. He may have hinted at several things he doesn’t condone and he definitely has that ‘look’, you know the disappointed dad look, but he has held back a lot so as to not ruin the beautiful relationship you have with him. Everyone snaps, though, and when he finally did, it was ugly. He did NOT call you names, but oh he didn’t. He went straight for your feelings and pointed out every mistake you ever made for as long as he’s known you. Ouch. In his defense, you weren’t nice either. The argument ended nasty and ‘I hate you’s!’ were definitely thrown around, but none of them were meant, right? Goodness, he doesn’t know. After you left, he threw himself on his bed, literally, and just stared at the ceiling. His anger slowly fled away and he began to feel… guilty. Not necessarily because of the argument itself, but because he delivered some low blows and he knows that. Are you over? Done with him? You haven’t texted or called or talked… you’ve been actively avoiding him and he doesn’t like that, but his pride is such an issue, goodness. He can’t straight up apologize, that dickhead, but he’s sending you flowers and standing in front of your door with a sad face that says it all.

“Forgive me? I made reservations at your favorite’s? We can talk over a nice dinner?”

Mammon:

Mammon is known to get mildly agitated over the silliest things, let’s be real. He’s also quick to revert to the “are you dumb?!” argument, which is never effective. But he loves you and he would do anything for you so even if you do do something that he deems ‘dumb’, he usually bites his tongue. Doesn’t mean that doesn’t get on his nerves, though, and he definitely has a short temper, although people tend to overlook that. You just managed to push his buttons today and he used the “are ya stupid?!” argument, to which you obviously defended yourself, and rightfully so. This ended in a massive screaming match and him saying “Then leave! Ain’t nobody keepin’ ya with me!” He regretted it the minute those words left his mouth and you could see his eyes grow wide in shock at his own words, but that didn’t mean you stayed. “MC!” he tried running after you immediately but you were faster and honestly, who can blame you? He fucked up, and he knows it, and he feels terrible about it. Honestly, he’s crying just at the mere thought of you taking his words seriously and he can’t… he can’t bear to lose you, you know? What’s he gonna do? You’re the light of his life, as pathetic as that may sound to some…. So he won’t let you run away. Homie will hunt you down and beg for forgiveness.

“Please, MC! Forgive me! I’m dumb, not you!!! Don’t leave me…” Don’t leave him. He will continue crying.

Leviathan:

His constant need to put himself down is frankly, quite annoying. To you anyway. But you put up with it and just reassure him that, at least to you, he’s the most amazing demon that ever existed. It’s just facts. But a person only has so much patience, right? You can’t always spend your days trying to lift him up when all he does is dig himself a bigger hole. Who has the emotional time for that? You sure don’t. “Oh my God, Levi! Shut up! I can’t take it anymore!” Followed by “See! You’re just like everyone else! Leaving me!” and then you slamming the door to his room shut. It’s frustrating and understandably so. It makes you feel awful that you can’t even make your own boyfriend feel good about himself and get at least a little bit of self confidence and it’s so, so, so very draining to have to constantly listen to that. At this point, it’s affecting your own mental health and you just… you just can’t…. But Levi can’t lose you because he knows you’re right. He has to work on himself if he wants to keep someone as amazing as you with him and that’s why he’s crawling back to you now.

“Look I… I know you’re right… I’m sorry. I promise I’ll … I’ll try. For you.”

Satan:

For being the Avatar of Wrath, you always admired Satan for his ability to keep cool. He prefers the relaxed and easy going life much more than the type of life people expect him to live, and you respect that. That doesn’t mean his constant need to one up Lucifer, through whatever means necessary, didn’t bother the hell out of you, though. You tried talking to him about it once or twice in a calm manner, but you always got the same answer “Pfft.. it’s Lucifer. Who cares?” And it never sat right with you. Just today he decided to pull a prank on the eldest and you had enough, standing in front of Lucifer and letting the bucket of cursed green slime land on you instead, to everyone’s shock. “What are you doing?!” Now that you’re thoroughly green from head to toe, you were also beyond pissed. “What am I doing?! What are YOU doing?!” But Satan matched your anger tenfold, accusing you of favoring Lucifer over him and oh! “You probably got an affair with him, too!” Which was a stupid thing on his part, but it looked like it the way you defended him. Anger doesn’t even begin to describe the emotion you felt running through you and had it not been for Lucifer, you probably would’ve physically fought Satan for such a dumb accusation. Lucifer took you to get cleaned up and lifted the course, giving you your natural skin and hair color back within a few days and plenty of scrubbing, and Satan felt like shit. You’ve always been there for him and, rationally speaking, he didn’t have a reason to doubt your loyalty to him, but he just can’t help but feel insecure beside Lucifer…. He decides to come apologize anyway, a deep blush on his face and guilt in his eyes

“I’m… sorry for accusing you. It wasn’t my right to speak out of anger and jealousy…”

Asmodeus:

How can anyone fight with the Avatar of Lust? Seriously, the guy is super easy going and he loves pretty much everyone. Not as much as himself, but almost. You on the other hand… you didn’t. Well you didn’t NOT love him or yourself, but you were just… you. You didn’t spend 4+ hours in the bathroom trying to get ready when you knew you were only going to the kitchen down the stairs. Like?? Although you never brought it up to Asmodeus, he constantly bothered you about skincare and what foods to eat and what not to eat, etc… It’s quite annoying, honestly, and at some point you just gave him a passive aggressive “Okay, whatever. Can we move on now?” To which he didn’t take lightly. He was still nice and sweet, trying to convince you that at least one of these things will make your skin glow brighter than a unicorn’s ass but you just had enough. “Can you stop?! You’re indirectly saying I’m ugly without that shit ton of product in my face and a diet that would make me starve before it helped me! If you want a skinny VS angel that barely holds onto their skeleton, get one!” It was more hurt and frustration speaking than anything, but your outburst still shocked him and he was taken aback for a moment. And then you ignored him for a week straight and as someone who thrives off of attention, especially the kind he gets from you, he can’t handle that! So he showed up in your room in sweats and a tshirt and messy hair and no product on his skin.

“You’re right… we’re all naturally beautiful…. Wow that… that really hurts to say MC but can you forgive me?”

Beelzebub:

Oh the sweet, sweet angel. He’s far from innocent and you know that. We all know that. But for this story, I will give him the benefit of the doubt. His reliance on Belphegor is just really… annoying. Belphegor this, Belphegor that. “Belphie used to…” or “Belphie said….” or “one day when Belphie and I….” Like why does everything have to include his twin? It’s so annoying and so rude when your significant other is right here !!! and planning their own future with you, Beel, thanks. It makes you feel less than and like Belphegor will always come before you. It makes you feel like shit, quite frankly, and who is to blame you? “Hey MC did I tell you what Belphie---!” “No! Shut up! I don’t care! It’s always about Belphie! The day you come to me and don’t let that name drip from your tongue is the day Jesus comes back to save me and we both know that will be never! I’m tired of always being stuck with Belphegor! We are not equals!” Granted, you shouldn’t have yelled and Beel was more than confused at your outburst, but you wouldn’t talk to him anymore after that so he left you alone. He thought you may need an hour or two, maybe a day tops, but that day turned into a full week and he even lost his appetite just because he knows you’re angry with him. It’s been a week, does that mean you’re over? His heart aches just at the thought…

“I’m sorry for bringing Belphie up… I don’t want you to feel less than, MC. You mean a lot to me and so does Belphie, but you’re not Belphie and I need to learn that…”

Belphegor:

Honestly it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost his temper at you yet. Well, he partially blames it on his own laziness because if being angry or getting upset didn’t take so much energy out of him, maybe he would’ve snapped by now lol, but he tries really hard not to because he thinks your relationship with him after everything is pretty good, considering yall kiss and snuggle and fuck on a regular basis. But anyway, that’s exactly the issue. Considering everything, you’re still holding *that* against him. It’s never direct either, which makes it worse. It’s always said in a joking manner and something like “haha look it’s just like that one time you killed me” or “Beel’s grabbing that ham like you grabbed my throat” or “I remember seeing jesus for a moment there” and it agitates him. It makes him so angry, and he finally snapped. “I know I fucked up MC! Stop holding it against me! What do you want? A medal of honor? A survivor's certificate? Maybe a pat on the back for developing some sort of Stockholm syndrome that made you come back to your abuser?!” And then he left. And you may have cried both from confusion and your own anger, he isn’t quite sure. It’s just so…. Aggravating. He can’t deal with it. He knows it was a mistake spurted by his own insecurities and survivor’s guilt which ultimately led to his hatred but please, stop holding it against him.. He can’t keep putting up with it from the person he’s grown to love. He’s the one ignoring you and he won’t budge either because he’s a stubborn ass, but maybe if you come up first…

“I’m sorry for yelling at you… I’m just so tired for it being held against me… I love you, and you should know that, and I do feel guilty about what happened.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #cheys headcanons #asmodeus obey me #belphegor obey me #mammon obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #tw angst

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So Many Fanfics So Little Time

This is just my list, I have seen so many (but if you want to use it it’s all yours too!). I’m not a writer. But I am a hell of a reader. Voracious one might argue. I just wanted to track my progress through the weeds of the absolutely never ending supply of Destiel and Cockles fanfic.

Read on if you want to see what I’ve read, and what I’ve thought. I am but one person with opinions - some of them may be unpopular - some of them you might agree with, but if you find something you haven’t read here, I encourage you to do so.

Honestly, this is just so I can track what I have read already, and when my friends ask, I can reference something easily. I have found some different fics on all kinds of ‘best of’ lists all over the interwebs. And I love recs - so rec away friends.

As someone who reads a solid 40 novels a year typically, I don’t come by the “I read a lot” innocently. I do actually read a LOT. When not reading fanfic (a new obsession, all things being fair), I usually read a lot of Fantasy/high fantasy, romance/erotica, and or YA (yeah, that was a bit of a ride no?). So from this one might digress that I like fluffy, cute stories, complicated and supernatural/paranormal type stories, and I sure do not shy away from violence or smut (or maybe violence with smut? *smirk*).

I have read all of these in the last 2-3 months (I will continue to add as I go). I had never read a fanfic until 2-3 months ago. A lot of these wonderful people are on here, and I mean you no offence by not directly tagging you - I’m still learning how to actually properly use this site. Links to AO3 are included (and I love you all).

These aren’t necessarily in any real order - I did read T&S first, followed by 91W, and 4LW...after that it’s just a shit show of Long or Short, Destiel or Cockles - smorgasbord. Some of these are the most popular Fics out there, and others I’ve never seen recc’d anywhere (just sort of accidentally happened upon them). So let’s get to it, shall we?

Twist and Shout - ok look. I understand the stigma associated with this one, but it was the FIRST one I read. It was the ball that shot me down the hill, and I haven’t stopped since. So. I loved it. I CRIED like a baby. SOBBED. It was not the quality of the writing but the way the story was developed and delivered. I have Never Cried Like This Reading a Story IN MY LIFE. It’s a rite of passage. Read It and have an opinion - it doesn’t need to be mine.

Author(s): gabriel, standbyme https://archiveofourown.org/works/537876/chapters/955188

Ninety-One Whiskey - aka 91W, it is mentioned so much, and is SO worth the read. I continued my dive into the war fics (not typically my bag really and here I was reading 2 in a row). There are a couple of followup stories as well to this series (and yes, I’ve read them all). Although I’ll say that the original is my favourite. I often got lost in a bit of the War/Tactical descriptions, but would recommend it to anyone anyway. Ugh...the “stolen moments”...they were at the same time tragic and the most amazing things ever. You feel me? no? go read it.

Author: komodobits https://archiveofourown.org/works/2362190/chapters/5214500

Four Letter Word for Intercourse - aka 4LW. OMG just, OMG. I loved this story. I loved it so much. I think I read it in a day. Devoured it. It’s so HOT. Just read it. If you haven’t you’re missing out. LEMME AT IT. I loved “knowing the secret”, and had some major anxiety about that realization dawning (I had to take a breath, and be like, no, no, this is gonna be a mess, but it’s gonna be SO GOOD - I was not disappointed). There’s more than one work here too - read them all. PLEASE.

Author: bendingsignpost https://archiveofourown.org/works/16086839/chapters/37568591

Memories Bring Back Memories (Bring Back You) - This was the first Sobs one I read, but it sent me on a spree. this is the Memory Loss one. I have one piece of advice here - read everything by Sobsicles. You can thank me later...just go to her page, and fucking sort to supernatural (or not, read it all!) I’d list them but I’d fucking seriously be here all day. Also, her tags make me laugh so hard.

Author: sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Orpheus - I love this one too, Tattooed!Cas, my LOVE. paired with Mechanic!Dean, my HEART, #help. Read this one in one evening as well. (I was on a roll). It’s a one night stand that turns into more (much like my last relationship)....hmm...maybe this is why I was pulled in - although to be fair that is the last similarity to my shitty love life! I do not remember how I stumbled onto this one (tattooed Cas may have been the draw...tbh). Read the warnings though, there is some triggering stuff in this one - but if you can handle it, it’s definitely worth the read.

Author: sysrae https://archiveofourown.org/works/2364347/chapters/5220227

Have Love, Will Travel - Can you say no to Stripper!Dean? Cause I sure as hell cannot. Typical sort of character development here with Dean having trust issues, and Cas being painfully awkward...(but in like a super cute way?). Would Recommend.

Author: squeemonster https://archiveofourown.org/works/565455/chapters/1011747

The Inexhaustible Silence of Houses - Change of pace here...It’s got a nice twist. I didn’t actually clue into how it was going to end until very near the end (maybe I was being oblivious), when the realization came over me and I was...man. I was DONE IN. I hope that doesn’t spoil (I need some kind of way of remembering them). Voiceless!Cas Hunter!Dean

Author: Askance (doomcountry) https://archiveofourown.org/works/560268/chapters/1000755

Adagio - This is super short, and super cute. Honestly, I would read the whole thing just for the last line. It’ll take you less than an hour if I remember correctly. Go, I’ll wait. I squeeed. did you?

Author: noangelsinthegarrison https://archiveofourown.org/works/1397248/chapters/2928145

Any Little Heartache - super easy read (not in a bad way, but in a ‘you’ll fly through it’ way). It’s mid-length, not graphic, but really fun hospital AU. HeartSurgeon!Dean / Nurse!Cas - enemies to lovers anyone? Fuck you to Fuck me? yeah. YUM.

Author: followthattardis https://archiveofourown.org/works/5143376/chapters/11838311

Ad Astra - This is another short(ish) one, just one chapter. And by that I mean that this is written like a very long poem. Cas as a star who has visited Dean many times over the years of his life, that culminates in 4x01 barn scene. It’s ‘awe’ sad. ‘puppy dog eyes’ sad. The writing format took me a bit to understand what was happening - it’s my lack of poetry knowledge, not the writing.

Author: nhixxie https://archiveofourown.org/works/1013491

Ad Astra Per Aspera - This is a cute story. ESL writer, no judgement. I found this while looking for the one above, and thought the premise looked cute - and it was. Misunderstanding leading to Dean realizing he’s actually Bi. Miscommunication leading to realization.

Author: Riverchester https://archiveofourown.org/works/12354336/chapters/28101816

Psalm 40:2 - Time travel post-canon Cas and Pre-series Dean. If you’re wondering how that works, strap in for this ride, it’s well worth it.

Author: unicornpoe https://archiveofourown.org/works/30786425/chapters/75992444

Addicted to You - Warlock!Dean/Incubus!Cas - accidental ‘mating’ (I actually really don’t like that word, but there’s sort of no avoiding it in this situation). Cute story. When you drunk dial a succubus and get an incubus instead...Whatever will we do?

Author: Ltleflrt https://archiveofourown.org/works/4387346/chapters/9959288

A Glimpse Beyond - End Fix-it. Not yet complete, 10 chapters so far...I want MORE! Reliving memories Dean/Cas & Sam/Eileen.

Author: NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/27731689/chapters/67875925

Cas-ti-el - Please I want more...It’s like the story just started. Please write more of this story!! 1 chapter, it’s a trope prompt challenge, but I want it to be a full on story of its own. Imprinted names of their soul mates, Dean doesn’t understand his (because it’s in a different language)...I’m frustrated by wanting this story to keep going.

Author: Valinde (Valyria) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1941591

Our Bodies, Posessed by Light - another short one. Not going to lie, this one took a little getting used to, and I can’t say that I enjoyed it too much for the sole purpose that the premise gave me the willies. Cas has to vessel jump - ends up in Sam...I got through it, it had a good ending, but yeah, sorry. This just wasn’t for me.

Author: obstinatrix https://archiveofourown.org/works/260289

Peanut Butter Pumpkin Wedding Cake - Waiter!Dean / Writer!Cas - This is so effing cute, just misunderstanding after misunderstanding bumbling around like the couple of dorks that they are. It’s only one chapter. 100% would recommend.

Author: Sparseparsley https://archiveofourown.org/works/223962

Destiel, Actually - This is another super cute story, 5 chapters. Gabriel playing a singular role in putting Dean and Cas in awkward positions to push them together. I fucking DIED at “oh, I am the sub” - needs context, but I guarantee you that you’ll laugh out loud...

Author: Bexism https://archiveofourown.org/works/399934/chapters/658398

The Smell Before the Rain - This was my first A/B/O - a big apology to all those who are into mpreg and whatnot, this was my lesson that I am not. this was not for me. Also - I’m a firm Cas (Alpha/Dom) believer, and i’m good with switch Cas, but it’s hard for me to take him being the full Omega here, when paired with the rest I just couldn’t do it. I finished it, but, not my thing. I know now.

Author: jscribbles https://archiveofourown.org/works/22355230/chapters/53406127

Crazy Diamonds - This is another short one, only 3 chapters - it’s a body swap for Dean, 4x02 him and 2018 him swap places (assumption that 2018 him is “with” Cas). It’s a super cute little story.

Author: pantheon_of_discord https://archiveofourown.org/works/16151642/chapters/37738631

The Breath of All Things - Wheelchair!Dean / Volunteer!Cas. This is a lovely story, typical Dean self-hatred etc. Triggering for those with suicide warnings. It had me in tears at the end. There’s a really spectacular quote near the end that I found so romantic I screen grabbed it.

Author: KismetJeska https://archiveofourown.org/works/994750/chapters/1967519

Kind of a Forever Deal - SummerCamp!AU This is just a really cute and fluffy summer camp AU. Which is so different from 91W (That’s right, check the author)! I was a little disappointed with the ending, but otherwise really enjoyed this all the way through and was loving all the discovery and young characterizations of all the characters.

Author: komodobits https://archiveofourown.org/works/999291/chapters/1978478

Everytown, USA - Best way I can break this one down? Wanderer!Dean (listless and without a place in the world, he ends up in a small town...), Twin!Cas (that leads to some fun things). There are a number of points where you’re gonna yell at Dean for doing stupid shit (that are very much in character for him to do), you think, well, yes, obviously you’re going to do that you silly fucking boy [affectionate]; but whyyy? (but we know).

Author: aileenrose https://archiveofourown.org/works/1797559/chapters/3854836

Chalk and Chainmail - HighSchool!AU, Cas is an artist, Dean LARP’s - it’s cute and angsty.

Author: lemonsorbae https://archiveofourown.org/works/804704/chapters/1517551

A Little Patience - Ok. you want smut? This is your story. You want Kink? This is your story. I actually did not finish this. It got a little carried away in my opinion. It was VERY panty kink oriented (which, while essentially canon isn’t really my kink) so, if you want that Panty Kink on full display? Go forth and enjoy! it is thirty something chapters, I got to the mid-twenties I Think.

Author: riseofthefallenone https://archiveofourown.org/works/1750058/chapters/3739232

Control - I REALLY ENJOYED THIS. Which is saying a lot for someone who has already admitted that a Subby Cas isn’t really my HC - so to so thoroughly enjoy a Sub!Cas story? (maybe it’s the tattooes...*wink*). It’s an AU where Cas is the head of a company - Dean is a callboy I guess, for lack of a better term. Just read it.

Author: dothraki_shieldmaiden https://archiveofourown.org/works/31156601/chapters/76993217

More (I copy pasted the next lot from my google doc, I’ll flush them out later - no i wont...)

Teach Me (short) - movie night in the bunker, things get a little carried away Author: Chiyume https://archiveofourown.org/works/5961327

You Light the Spark (in my bonfire heart) (short) - when cas doesn't realize that dean is unaware of his feelings, super short, super cute Author: noangelsinthegarrison https://archiveofourown.org/works/1193910

Communication Breakdown (short/cockles) - dean ends up in Jensen's head while he films the confession scene, no sexual content Author: jujubiest https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Look What You Made Me Do (short/cockles) - - Vegas Con 2020 / jensen comes out with a song - cute short - no sexual content Author: green_blue_heller https://archiveofourown.org/works/30251592 Full House (short/cockles) - reimagined version of the rented house story - putting it in order (so to speak). funny / cute / fluffy not explicit Author: n_nami https://archiveofourown.org/works/30855827

Cyber Sex (short/cockles) - anastiel https://archiveofourown.org/works/31467086 - shameless post GISH Fest zoom call porn - Short (very short)

It's Complicated (cockles) - gail_morgan https://archiveofourown.org/works/31434938/chapters/77747519 The GISHtake (short/cockles) - MellyCrazyCoconut https://archiveofourown.org/works/31508099 - cute short post GISH zoom - oops "babe, really?"

(10.02.2021 updated) Since last update: New reads - Fuck i’m gonna be here all day - there’s not gonna be as much gonna be NO detail in these breakdowns...sorry! This has now just become a “what i’ve read list” as opposed to a Rec list...

Love, All Alike (Pt. 1 Love, All Alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves https://archiveofourown.org/works/4555599/chapters/10370646 - Though The Stars Walk Backward (pt 2 Love, All alike) - Phantoms_and_Foxgloves

And this, your living kiss - opal_bullets https://archiveofourown.org/works/18083927/chapters/42744872

Come On, Let's Strike a Match (Domination and Submission: a love story pt 1) - anyrei & queerwerewolf *** https://archiveofourown.org/works/25722478/chapters/62458810 - Playing With Fire (D&S: a love story pt 2) - We Kiss and the Flames Get Higher (D&S: a love story pt 3) - Sparking That Old Flame (D&S: a love story pt 4)

Cinderwings - bendingsignpost Cinderella!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/12847041/chapters/29336421

Linden - fleeceframe Swan!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/33126730/chapters/82236118

No Netflix, No Chill (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/28764966

Can't Drink You Away (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/28785792

Jensen Totally (Does Not!) Snore (short RPF) - Dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/30315717

Dean Ships It (short) - dorian_they https://archiveofourown.org/works/30349434

All about control - wingless https://archiveofourown.org/works/9151930/chapters/20791243

Aesthetics in Autoerotica (pt 1 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant https://archiveofourown.org/works/3885544 - The Ties that Bind (pt 2 Aesthetics in Autoerotica) - relucant

Let's take a drive - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/32581027/chapters/80819581

Enchanted ink - castielslostwings TattooArtist!Dean TattooArtist!Castiel AU *** https://archiveofourown.org/works/23043622/chapters/55109530

The bones beneath our skin - darknessbound https://archiveofourown.org/works/24633754/chapters/59515804

The Plot (RPF) - Castiel_Left_His_Mark_On_Me https://archiveofourown.org/works/2795588/chapters/6274970

The Gentle Force with which you Take Me (RPF) - Phoenix_Ascended https://archiveofourown.org/works/32110120/chapters/79549183

According to all known laws of Life (Pt. 1 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/29207901 - and he's back (with a mind of his own) (pt. 2 Cursed Metaphors) - sobsicles

Six hundred sundays (and many more) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/31158776

Aching in the Absence of you - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/31832977/chapters/78811378

gorging myself on you, still can’t get full (insatiable) (Short) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/32203291

memories bring back memories (bring back you) - sobsicles https://archiveofourown.org/works/24022945/chapters/57796885

Dream Come True (short) - bendingsignpost https://archiveofourown.org/works/28071159

tall grass - aeli_kindara https://archiveofourown.org/works/13127040/chapters/30030726

asunder (Short) - rageprufrock https://archiveofourown.org/works/62115

Apheresis - bendingsignpost BloodDonor!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/32674783/chapters/81056680

we always were but never knew it - frightfullyrude https://archiveofourown.org/works/32698324/chapters/81119503

In this Louisiana Bar (Short) - fleeceframe https://archiveofourown.org/works/31764487

The Hitchhiker's Guide to Alternate Universes - n_nami https://archiveofourown.org/works/32687929/chapters/81092785

my heart a compass - lagaudiere https://archiveofourown.org/works/28629951

Unsound Inverses - sp8ce (not complete) https://archiveofourown.org/works/29836881/chapters/73413300

The Jensen Mistake (RPFish) - fellshish https://archiveofourown.org/works/31950169

tell me about the dream (Pt. 1 Kids are coming home) - playedwright https://archiveofourown.org/works/27984813/chapters/68544450

It's handy to know (FIMMF Themed ;)) - RosaMarloes https://archiveofourown.org/works/31761322

So Says The Sword - komodobits AngelTrueform!AU** https://archiveofourown.org/works/12597892/chapters/28695592

Communication Breakdown (RPFish)- darkshrimpemotions (jujubiest) https://archiveofourown.org/works/29669601/chapters/72951339

Carry You Home - Casloveshisfreckles https://archiveofourown.org/works/26982637/chapters/65862916

In the Shadow of your Wings - Enochian Things (Salr323) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7531294/chapters/17121655

When Harry Met Sally (RPF) (Pt. 1 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood https://archiveofourown.org/works/7622347/chapters/17351845 - Eight Dildos (RPF) (Pt. 2 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood - Attention, Please (RPF) (Pt. 3 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood - Boat Trip (RPF) (Pt. 4 When Harry Met Sally ‘verse) - mnwood

A Winter's Tale - NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/2654327/chapters/5930561

A Close Shave - NorthernSparrow https://archiveofourown.org/works/3090167

r/supernatural - renrub (short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/27626783

sam reads destiel fics - rebshome (short - funny!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33721624

Angel Cookies - noxsoulmate Chirstmas!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/11729640/chapters/26427765

Under The Midnight Sun - NorthernSparrow Arctic!AU ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/16690645/chapters/39143677

Bron-Yr-Aur - mrbluesky (Short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/28225335

The Dean Winchester Beat Sheet - saltyfeathers https://archiveofourown.org/works/19258594/chapters/45800209

The Meaning On My Skin - saltnhalo https://archiveofourown.org/works/18005378/chapters/42538133

Red Right Hand (Pt. 1 Murder Ballads) - Duckyboos https://archiveofourown.org/works/4306110/chapters/9760008 - Are you the One that I've been waiting for? (pt. 2 Murder Ballads) - Duckyboos

Riptides - sharkfish https://archiveofourown.org/works/13230426/chapters/30263556

Damn Fine Ride - Cimorene105 (pt 1 - rodeo) Cowboy!AU** (I’m a horse girl, sue me...) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14342340 - My Face Just Does This, Sometimes - Cimorene105 (pt. 2 rodeo) - The Kinkiest Thing I've Ever Done- Cimorene105 (pt 3 rodeo) - All Signs Point to Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 4 rodeo) - Monster Love - Cimorene105 (pt. 5 rodeo) - My Man, The Siren - Cimorene105 (pt. 6 rodeo) - A Pain in My Ass - Cimorene105 (pt. 7 rodeo)

Astrolabe (terra incognita pt 1) - reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent https://archiveofourown.org/works/3348812/chapters/7326794 - Drollery (terra incognita pt 2) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent - Rubrication (terra incognita pt 3) - reluctantabandon Winter_of_our_Discontent

Go Down With This Ship - PorcupineGirl https://archiveofourown.org/works/8023642/chapters/18370474

Fire and Ice - Castielslostwings (Firefighter/Paramedic AU!) ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/23286295/chapters/55768486

The Structural Similarities of Hunters and Onions - Faster_Than_the_Speed_of_Sound (Short) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33383101

Castiel Novak's Office, This is Dean - emmbrancsxx0 https://archiveofourown.org/works/22411336/chapters/53545840

Out of the Deep (out of the deep pt. 1) - riseofthefallenone - MERMAID AU! ** https://archiveofourown.org/works/548878/chapters/977676

Dean (and Cas') Top 13 Zepp Traxx - pantheon_of_discord https://archiveofourown.org/works/10909440/chapters/24256989

I'll Be Good - LittleAngelCassie https://archiveofourown.org/works/4118334/chapters/9282234

Kenosis - CastielsCarma (Short - part of Destiel ABC collection) https://archiveofourown.org/works/30411720

#fics #fic recs #fanfiction #ao3 #cockles #destiel #dean and cas #jensen and misha #one track mind #supernatural #please send me recs #read more fics #this is my new obsession

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elvish-sky · 3 years

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The Magic of Books and Peppermint {FilixModern!Reader}

Anon Request from Tumblr: Hello! And happy new year! I love your blog! (Especially the funny dialog posts! They really make my day when I read them!) If you're doing requests, can I ask for one between fili x fem!modern!human reader? Where Bain/Legolas is into her and makes obvious advances but Fili is in love with her too and gets super jealous so that's how the reader finds out he returns her feelings? If not that's cool too and I hope you have a great and wonderful new Year! :D

*To make the story work you are in one of those booths that has openings on either end.

A.N: So I set this around this time of year just because I’m still hanging on to that holiday mindset so I hope that’s ok! Also, no, I am not addicted to peppermint drinks, why on earth would you think that? Anyways, thank you for the request lovely Anon! I’ve never written modern au before and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you like it and that you are having a wonderful start to 2021!

Word Count: 2,398

Pairing: Fili x Fem!Modern!Human! Reader

Summary: Fili gets jealous of Bain’s attention towards you.

Warnings: Unwanted romantic advances, fluff, some angst, jealousy.

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The Magic of Books and Peppermint

You slid into the coffee shop booth, peppermint mocha in hand, and, upon taking a sip, sighed in happiness. December was your favorite time of year, not just because you got to come home, but mainly because coffee shops sold peppermint flavored drinks. Sure, it was nice to see your family and get a break from college, but man, peppermint mochas were good. Kili, one of your best friends, laughed at you from the other side of the table, as his brother Fili tried to take the cup away from you with little success. You had known them since you were five, they had moved in next door with their uncle while their mom was away, and you had been best friends ever since.

“Y/N,” Kili commented, “I honestly don’t think it's good to consume that much caffeine and sugar.” “What are you talking about?” you answered. “This is only my fourth drink of the day, and one of them was a peppermint hot cocoa!” Fili and Kili just shook their heads at you as the “Ding!” of the bell at the door announced the arrival of Legolas and Bain, completing your little group. Bain and Fili were older than you, Legolas, and Kili, but somehow the four of them had taken you into their group when you had become friends with Kili in seventh grade. Legolas swung a chair around to sit at the head of the booth, and Bain slid in next to you and slung his arm around your shoulders, prompting a glare from Fili which you missed. Bain had become increasingly touchy-feely every time you returned home from college, and you were unsure why. You figured it was probably just because he missed you, but you never saw him act the same with Fili, who was a year ahead of you at the same out-of-state college.

“Bain, Legolas, tell Y/N she drinks too much sugar,” Kili demanded. “Why?” Legolas wanted to know. “It’s eleven in the morning, she can’t have had too much already.” “This is her fourth drink today!” Fili exclaimed, looking exasperated. “That’s it, Y/N,” Legolas snatched your cup out of your hand and slid it across the table to Kili, who chugged it with a smug look on his face. “You’re going to join me in a sugar-free lifestyle.” You sighed. Legolas had been sugar-free since your freshman year of high school, as he wanted to stay fit for sports. It had paid off, he had gotten a full scholarship for gymnastics, but you sometimes thought he went a little overboard. Kili had also gone to college on an athletic scholarship, for basketball, but as evidenced by the fact that he had just chugged your entire mocha, he was not on any sort of health kick, nor had he ever been. “I will consider going sugar-free after New Year’s,” you told Legolas. “But after New Year’s we all go away again and I won’t be able to keep tabs on you!” he exclaimed. “That’s exactly the point, Legolas,” you leaned back with a smug look on your face. “Well, I don’t think Y/N needs to do anything of the sort,” Bain interjected, “She’s gorgeous as is!” A tad uncomfortable at this statement, you shrugged out from under his arm, missing the disappointed look on his face, but noticing the slightly triumphant look on Fili’s, as you did so.

After you had finished your sandwich, you announced, “Well, I’m gonna head over to the bookstore,” as you slid out of the booth. “I’ll walk you down there,” Bain said, sliding out of the other end. “I have to stop at the hardware store down the street anyway. Da wants me to carve Tilda a slingshot, and my pocketknife is dull.” Making your way towards the door, you heard a muffled thump and turned around to see Bain sprawled on the floor next to your booth. “What happened?” you gasped as Legolas helped him up. “I have no idea,” he answered, shaking his head while walking towards you across the linoleum. “Let’s get going.” You didn’t hear Kili whisper “I know you tripped him,” to his brother as you left.

Bain had left you at the bookstore with a promise to come back once he was done with his errands. As you entered the store, you heard the jingle of the little bell and breathed in the air. Kili had always made fun of you for your love of the way bookstores smelled, but to you, there wasn’t anything better. You wound your way through the tall shelves bursting with novels until you got to the YA section. Grabbing a random title off the shelves, you collapsed into the beanbag in your favorite nook of the store with a sigh and became engrossed. You were pulled out of your reverie sometime later by the sight of a head peeking around the corner of the shelf in front of you.

“Fili!” you beamed as you jumped up from the chair. “You never come to the bookstore!” “I go to the bookstore all the time, Y/N. You just don’t see me.” He countered with a grin. “I’m at either this store or the one near campus all the time, so when could you possibly be here if I didn’t see you!” you questioned with a skeptical look on your face. “I’m an English major, I help out at the bookstore on campus a lot, and Uncle Thorin’s friend Balin owns this place. I can get into any of them any time I want!” “I can’t be your friend anymore.” you dramatically stated as you fell back into the beanbag. “You have unlimited access to two bookstores AND YOU’VE NEVER SNUCK ME IN?!?!?!?” This shout was met with a shushing noise from Balin who was arranging the shelves nearby. Chastened, you glanced back up at Fili only to see a glare on his face. You followed his gaze to the end of the aisle and saw Bain walking towards you. “What’s up, Y/N?” he reached you and yet again slung his arm around your shoulders, drawing you close to him. “You finished or should we stick around until you’re done with that book?” He gestured to the open paperback on the chair. “Nah, let's go up to the counter and I’ll buy it.” And with that, you made your way to the counter and paid. Laughing with Bain, you exited the store with Fili trailing behind you, looking rather angry.

You made your way down the street only to be ambushed by a snowball to the head from a giggling Legolas, who had somehow perched himself on top of the lamppost and was now scooping more snow off of it to use as a projectile. Kili, who was balanced on the roof of the building next to you, dumped a bunch of snow onto Fili’s head, who, spluttering, yelled up at him, “I know you have your crazy ways of getting up there, but Mum’s gonna kill you if she sees you on top of another building!” Kili ignored him, and so Fili hit him in the face with a well-aimed snowball. Bain had pushed you down and was attempting to protect you from Legolas to no avail, as the blond was now swinging around the lamppost like a monkey, firing off snowballs at random. “Legolas, how did you get so much snow up there?” you queried while cowering from the onslaught. In response, he pointed to his coat, which was full of snow and tied to the lamppost so that he could reach it. “Movable ammo, Y/N!” he declared. Meanwhile, Fili had attacked Bain when he saw him protecting you and was now in the process of shoving snow down the back of his jacket while Bain squirmed as the cold hit his back. Fili let go and backed away, looking immensely pleased with himself. Kili clambered down from the roof as Legolas swung from the lamppost, did a flip, and stuck the landing, all while firing off two more snowballs to hit the brothers. He slung an arm over Kili and Bain’s shoulders and they set off down the road, with the sound of Legolas’ voice trailing behind them. “What’re we having for dinner, Kili? I hope your mom made something good!”

You trailed behind them next to Fili, who still looked like something was wrong. You were a little worried about him, and especially about the way, he was acting with Bain lately. Making up your mind, you blurted, “Hey, Fili. Can I ask you something?” He nodded, and you continued, stomping your boots on the icy ground as you spoke. “You’ve been a little off ever since we came home,” you continued. “Especially with Bain, you seem a little bit mean, if I’m being honest, and I want to make sure everything’s ok and nothing happened with you guys.” “Nothing’s happened with us. We’re still all good, and I’m really happy for the two of you.” As he said this you were focused on his eyes, which seemed to hold depths of sadness, and his smile, which seemed very forced. You studied them, and then stopped walking as the implication of what he had said sank in.

“Happy for us? Why would you be happy for us?” “Because you’re together,” “What?!” you exclaimed. “I’m not..we’re not…” you trailed off as your head spun, everything finally making sense. “Wait,” you grabbed Fili’s hand and pulled him closer to you, “you’ve been jealous!” He shuffled his feet on the ice, eyes stubbornly fixed on his boots. “I was not jealous! What do I have to be jealous over, anyway! It’s not like you and I are…” his voice dwindled as he purposefully avoided your eyes. “But we could be.” You grabbed his hand, and twined your fingers with his, hoping it would send the message you wanted. He stiffened at first but then relaxed. “Would you like to be?” he asked, looking like he regretted speaking the second he did so. “Yes, Fili. I very much would.”

“So, nothing is going on with you and Bain?” he asked as you started walking, hands swinging in between your bodies. You laughed at him, “No! Bain’s like a brother to me, the same as Kili or Legolas!” “Ok,” he blushed. “Just thought I’d clear that up before I did something else stupid.” Hand in hand, you followed behind your friends, looking forward to an excellent dinner when you arrived at Fili and Kili’s house.

Later that night, after your family had joined Thranduil, Legolas’s dad, and his husband Bard, who was Bain’s father, at Fili and Kili’s house for a delicious New Year’s Eve dinner, you lay in your bed mulling over your day. You had talked to Bain after dinner, just to let him know that you were now taken. It had been awkward, but you were proud that you had both handled it well. You just hoped things would go back to normal between the two of you soon, and that the fact that you were now dating Fili wouldn’t sting too much.

You were startled by a tapping on your window, and, rising from the pillows, opened it to see Kili, Legolas, and Bain standing below. “What are you guys doing?” you hissed from the second floor. “Just get dressed and climb down!” Legolas whisper-yelled back up to you. Sighing at the fact that whatever they had planned meant that you wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night, you threw on leggings, a hoodie, a flannel, and your beanie, wanting to be warm, and then shimmied out of your window, dropping smoothly to the ground and somersaulting to break your fall. “Wow, Y/N, I didn’t know you could do that!” Bain effused as you set off. “I’ve spent too much time around Legolas to not be able to somersault,” you shook your head as you remembered the many times that that skill had gotten you into, or out of trouble. “Where are we going?” you asked. “And where’s Fili?” “You’ll see when we get there,” Kili answered with a smug grin. You rolled your eyes at his vagueness and quickened your pace to keep up.

After about fifteen minutes, Kili halted in front of the bookstore, gesturing for you to open the door. “It’s closed, Kee! I can’t break in!” “Just trust us, Y/N” Legolas whispered. Sure this was just going to end in you tugging on a locked door while the three of them laughed, you yanked the handle, surprised when the door opened. You stepped inside, hearing the soft tinkle of the bell as the door swung closed behind you. You turned around to see the three faces of your friends pressed up against the glass, and Kili gestured for you to keep going. You saw a faint light at the back of the store and wound through the shelves until you reached your favorite little nook. You gasped at what you saw arrayed in front of you as you rounded the corner.

Fili was standing there with a bashful grin. “You were mad I’ve never snuck you into a bookstore before.” He motioned for you to sit down and so you sank into the beanbag next to him, a look of shock on your face as he handed you a mug. “What’s this?” you took a sip and sighed with delight. “Peppermint hot chocolate!” Fili smiled at your blissful expression “I figured we could just stay here tonight, maybe read to each other.” You blushed at his thoughtfulness in knowing that this would be your perfect first date. There was nothing more magical than books and a peppermint drink. “That sounds wonderful, Fee. Thank you.” You snuggled up close to him with your hot cocoa warming your hands, his arm wrapped around you as he began reading. You recognized the first sentence as the beginning of your favorite book when you were little, and you contentedly rested your head on his chest as his voice rose and fell with the story. “I love you, Fili,” you murmured. “I love you too, Y/N.” He pressed a soft kiss on your forehead and continued to read as you sighed in content, knowing there was no place you would rather be.

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Learning to Love (Preath x Adopted Teen!Reader)

Request: could you do something where christen and Tobin adopt teenage r whose been through a lot and shows her how to accept love or something fluffy and angsty like that

Pt 2

Author’s Note: So this was really difficult for me to write for some reason. it’s also super long, but I wanted to include several learning moments. I’m going to put a warning on this for mentions of abuse, but nothing graphic. I hope you enjoy this! Send me Requests, Questions, or if you just wanna say Hi! Let me know what you think, your comments mean the world to me.

You woke with a start, a cold sweat covering your entire body, your breathing heavy, and your brain trying to remember where you were. You clutched at the old hoodie you were wearing, pulling the collar to your nose and breathing in Tobin’s soothing scent.

You had stolen the Thorns sweater awhile ago and never given it back. You found comfort in one of the several items that had become your own the 8 months that you had been with the women.

You had immediately clicked with Tobin. Her overall laid back demeanor had set you at ease. Your mutual love of art always gave you talking points, whenever you actually felt like talking. But she never pushed, she was just as comfortable in silence as she was when you were conversing about art.

It had taken you a little longer to become comfortable around Christen. She was the observant one. The one who always knew when you weren’t telling them the whole truth. The one who always pressed you to explain why you felt the way that you did, and at first that had unnerved you. She wasn’t pushy, but she had a way of getting you to open up that terrified you.

You were like Tobin in the fact that you were never very good with words. You didn’t know how to articulate your feelings verbally, and the more… positive emotions confused you. Your parents had both been drug addicts, more interested in their respective highs than your actual wellbeing, or teaching you what affection was. You had only been removed from the home after your mother had tried to sell you to an undercover cop in exchange for drugs. You had spent the next 10 years bouncing around through the foster system, with each home only building on the scars that the last had left behind.

Then by some miracle, you had met Christen and Tobin, who seemed determined to teach you about the happier emotions. The emotions that you didn’t understand. Hell, you had nearly jumped out of your skin the first time one of them tried to touch you. The going was slow, but it wasn’t in their nature to give up.

You glanced at the clock, sighing at the blinking 4:40 that you found there. It was too early to be up, but you didn’t know if you could go back to sleep after your dream (memory?). You sighed, sliding out of bed and heading for the one room in the apartment that you knew could help you. The room that both women had made sure you knew was open 24/7 the moment they found out about your propensity for art.

You were so engrossed in your project that you didn’t hear the door to Tobin’s studio open. She looked you over from the door, watching as you traced one of her canvases with a dark charcoal color. The painting before you was striking. A perfect rendition of a man's face over a cowering form. The only happy portion of the canvass was a warm red in the distance.

“Hey kid, what ya up to?” She asked quietly, don’t her best not to startle you. You jumped anyway, dropping the paintbrush with a loud crash.

“I’m sorry I- I-I didn’t…” you stuttered turning to face her, your cheeks very red. She held up a hand to stop you. She wanted to say that this response was unusual, but it wasn’t. Your go-to was to immediately apologize for whatever.

“Slow down kid, we told you that you could use this room whenever you wanted,” She soothed, moving to stand beside you and rubbing soothing circles on your back. Your shoulders relaxed, and your gaze returned to your masterpiece.

“Okay,” You breathed out.

“It’s really good,” She said in awe, taking in the detail of the piece. Your lips twitched up slightly, and Tobin was glad you didn’t try and fight her on it. You weren’t used to complements without strings, and they were still teaching you to accept them.

“Thanks, I couldn’t get it out of my head,” You mumbled, biting your lip, shaking your head slightly. You ran a hand through your hair, and Tobin resisted the urge to laugh when a red paint line followed the path of your hand.

“Nightmare?” She questioned as casually as she could. Yes, she had read your file, but she wanted to hear about your experiences from you when you were ready. So far the only thing you had told them was that the man you kept drawing was father number 4.

“Mmm,” You hummed back, tilting your head to the side.

“You know you can always come to get me or Chris if you’re too scared to go back to sleep,” Tobin asked for what probably was the millionth time. You gave her a slight nod. People always said that but the moment you started asking for things, the moment you became more work than what you were worth, they would throw you away.

There was a beat of silence between the two of you, and you felt the urge to finally tell her more about the painting. About why he was always so much bigger than you. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to find the right words. Tobin shot you an encouraging smile.

“Hey, you two breakfast-“Christen’s voice called out before you could divulge any secretes, before cutting itself off “whoa baby this is fantastic,” She said the second she saw the painting.

You pulled your lips into a tight line and nodded your thanks, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug. You buried your face in her shoulder, taking in gulps of her scent, allowing it to soothe you. She wound her arms tighter around you, running careful fingers through your hair.

You had taken a long time to warm up to her, but you loved her cuddles, and this was a typical good morning gesture after a hard night.

“Can I ask you a question?” Christen questioned softly, her and Tobin’s hands running circles on you back.

“Hmmm,” was your only response to her, not willing to leave your new favorite hiding spot yet.

“You’ve told us about this part, but what’s this?” She asked, pointing to the bright spot that was a new addition to the image the women had become very familiar with. You had known this part was coming. It was part of your therapy, to explain some parts of the painting to them. It was difficult, but in the end, it helped. It made everything a little less scary.

You but your lip in thought. Truth be told, you weren’t sure what the bright light was.

“It’s-, I’m always trying to get to it. I know that whatever’s behind the door is… safe? That’s not the word, it’s more than that it’s… I don’t know how to explain it,” you stuttered out, furrowing your eyebrows in concentration. You were good at naming the negative emotions, but oftentimes the happy ones evaded you.“I don’t know what’s behind it, only that I need it,”

“That’s ok baby, wanna come eat some pancakes?” Christen sent you a blinding smile, and Tobin Laughed as your face lit up. You loved pancakes.

“Can I finish it?” You asked hesitantly. You hated leaving things half-done.

“Yeah baby, come find us when you’re done,” Tobin nodded, patting your back before they both took their leave.

You watched them go. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you knew they cared for you in a way you had never experienced before.

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Camp was an… experience, and meeting so many new people was frightening, but Tobin and Christen had kept their promise to always protect you. The team had been understanding about your aversion to touch and never pressured you to join in their shenanigans. They also gave you more people to draw.

You sighed leaning back against the bench that was acting as your backrest, pulling your knees closer to your chest and digging your feet into the grass of the practice field. You rested the black sketchbook that had always been your companion on your knees, bringing it closer to your face. You held your pencil between your teeth, your eyes flicking between the fine lines sketched on the page and the two women who were depicted. You were sure that the realistic picture was almost done, but something was missing. Something you couldn’t put your finger on.

“What ya go there kiddo,” Christen asked, stopping several feet away from you and gesturing to the space beside you. You sent her a careful nod, and she sat down a few feet away from you on the turf.

That was one thing that you appreciated about the women, they always came down to your level to make you feel more comfortable.

“It’s Becky and Alyssa, but something’s not right,” You mumbled, scooting closer to the woman, who smiled softly at you.

“I’m not a sketch artist, but I could check it out if you want,” She offered, bringing her hand up to rub your back. Her smile widened when you didn’t immediately flinch away at the contact.

It was a slow process, but little by little they were showing you how nice human touch could be. You loved morning cuddles, but you only liked touches that you initiated. You bit your lip in thought and sent the woman a very tiny nod, before carefully sliding over the book. A small gasp left her lips when eyes landed in the pencil sketch.

“This is incredible,” Christen said in awe, her fingers running lightly over the near-perfect replicas of her teammates. You shrugged, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Something’s missing, but I don’t know what. Like it doesn’t feel right,” You murmured, glaring at the sketch in frustration. The picture was missing the key element that would make it come to life on the page. You didn’t know what it was, so how could you add it?

Christen glanced up at you. You rested your chin on your knees, hugging your legs, knowing that there would be no way of completely getting out of this conversation. You didn’t typically bring up your feelings, and Christen wasn’t one to let that go.

“Why doesn’t it feel right?” She questioned softly, bringing her hand up to gently smooth out the wrinkles in your forehead, and run her thumb down your cheek. You sighed and tilted your head into her hand just slightly.

“It’s just…” you stuttered, trying to find the words to describe the women. It wasn’t just one thing. It was how their bodies always seemed connected, even from across the field. How their eyes always seemed to be on each other. How they touched each other with such care. “The way they’re so… drawn to each other.” You finished after a few seconds, shaking your head. It was so much more than that. It was an extremely deep connection that went beyond simple care. “I don’t understand how…” You trailed off, pinching your space between your eyes.

Your sketch was missing the connection between the two. The ease they clearly felt with each other. The amount they… cared.

“They love each other,” Christen responded gently, watching your reaction very carefully. Your lips formed an even tighter line. Your childhood had shown you that love didn’t exist, but the thing between the women was so defined. So alive and vivid. Could it be love?

“Hmm,” you hummed, pulling the book back towards you, scratching behind your ear. Maybe it was love.

Tobin watched you from afar, her lips quirking up at how well you were doing with Chris.

“She’s a little shy, but she seems to be doing ok with all of us,” Ash mumbled, standing beside her and watching your interaction.

“Kid has had it rough,” Tobin husked out. How someone could treat a child the way you were treated, she would never understand. Hell, you had been removed from one of the foster homes for suspected poisoning, and you were petrified to eat anything you didn’t open yourself. Your file was as almost as tall as a toddler, and she wondered how you had slipped through the system for so long.

“We don’t doubt that,” Ali said gently, rubbing Tobin’s shoulder in a soothing fashions

“She seems pretty close to Chris though,” Ashlyn smiled when you leaned into Christen’s hand, the comfort you took from the contact obvious from the look on your face.

“Sometimes,” Tobin shrugged. It was odd. There were moments where you were completely open with them, and then two seconds later you would throw all your wall up again.

“She draws a lot,” Kelley pointed out, joining the three women in their observation of you.

“It’s the only way she knows how to express herself,” Tobin hummed shrugging.

“That’s not surprising,” Kelley said, and all the women turned to look at her.

“she was probably punished for showing any emotions at all,” Ash added with a thoughtful look on her face, and Tobin nodded. She had seen the scars, both physical and mental. Though you hadn’t unpacked them all with them, it would be impossible to hide the marks that would be with you for the rest of your life. It was also something your therapist had told them both in the beginning.

“All I know is that it gives us a way to start that conversation without making her too uncomfortable” Tobin shrugged. It was true, you wouldn’t tell them what was bothering you until it was drawn on a page. It was your process and that was ok. They were showing you that feelings were ok. “She’s come a hell of a long way,”

****

Your eyes traced the faces sketched upon the page, your eyebrows furrowing because there was something yet again missing. Your dinner sat untouched on the plate in front of you, as you were far too focused on your drawing of the two blond women.

You felt the presence behind you before you saw her, and you didn’t mind. Yes, Emily was a little hyper, but she was funny and sweet, and you had known her and Lindsey longer than you had known most of the other women. You had gotten to know them on the many times you had accompanied you m-. Tobin. The many times you had accompanied Tobin to practice. The same went for Kelley.

“Holy shit! Tobs was right, you do have some skill!” She exclaimed, placing two hands on your shoulders. You jumped at the contact, squeezing your eyes shut, dropping your sketchbook on the table with a thump. The noise lost in the general chatter in the room (though Tobin and Christen did send you a worried look from where they were talking with Alex and Kelley.)

“Disonny, remember we had this talk?” Lindsey said as she appeared on your other side, sending Emily a disdainful look. The women knew that you didn’t like surprise touches, it was one of the many rules that Tobin and Chris had given them.

“Oh, right. Sorry kid. But like that drawing is fire,” Emily jumped back quickly, sending you a regretful look. She pointed to the chairs next to you, and you nodded with a small smile.

“It’s not right…” You murmured, returning your attention to the drawing, biting your lip.

“What do you mean, it looks just like us?” Lindsey asked, leaning forward to get a better look at the picture of her and Emily. You had drawn it during the tactics meeting. There was just something about the way Lindsey’s hand was placed in Emily’s back, and how Emily was watching her instead of Vlatko that had been irresistible to you.

“It’s missing something,” You grumbled shaking your head. You missed the glance that the two women shared. They knew that Chris and Tobin were trying to teach you to open up about your feelings.

“Like what?” Lindsey asked carefully. Placing a gentle hand on your back and rubbing soothing circles like she had seen Christen do about a million times.

“It’s something about the eyes. They get this glint when you look at each other,” You said, turning to the two women. Your hands moved animatedly as you tried to explain the thing that you knew was missing. The thing that you didn’t have a name for, but you could see clear as day. The thing that you just couldn’t capture on paper.

“It’s because we love each other,” Emily explained as gently as she could, and you tensed. As far as you were concerned, love was a myth. A thing people used to give others hope or to justify their despicable actions. Dads 3 and 9 had proved that to you with their twisted definitions, and all of the families that had packed you up and shipped you off had destroyed any understanding of the concept. To think that someone would have such a deep level of care for another, only expecting the same in return was mind-boggling to you.

“Love doesn’t exist,” You huffed, turning away from Emily’s kind eyes, and running a frustrated hand through your hair. The women resisted the urge to sigh. This wasn’t an uncommon occupancy, but your absolute denial was still a little disheartening, as everyone was doing their damndest to show you differently.

“You’re allowed to feel that way, but I’m going to disagree with you,” Lindsey murmured, carefully untangling your hand from your hair and holding it in her own. You tended to take out your frustrations on yourself. A habit, among many others, that the women were working to break.

“How do you know you love her and not something else?” You questioned, staring at the two women. The let your challenging tone roll off of them. They knew you had some deep-seated beliefs and that it took time to change them.

“I care for Lindsey so deeply that I would do anything for her,” Emily started, grabbing her girlfriends hand and looking at her with so much devotion it almost took your breath away.

“I always want to be around Emily. I want to protect her and make her feel better when she’s sad,” Lindsey finished, an equally adoring glint in her eyes. What you would give to be able to capture those looks perfectly on paper. Do be able to do that look justice.

“I don’t, I just-,” You stuttered, your eyebrows furrowing. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to figure out what you were trying to say. Tobin and Christen were always trying to make you feel welcome to make you feel better. Could that be what they meant? “She makes you feel safe?” You asked hesitantly.

“The safest I’ve ever felt,” Lindsey said solemnly, and Emily nodded her agreement. You glanced over to the table where Christen was sending you a questioning smile. You smiled back.

Lindsey and Emily shared another look, realizing that your doubts about love had nothing to do with them, but were instead about how you were feeling about your moms.

“That’s how they make me feel,” You mumbled, looking down, almost ashamed. Tobin and Christen had done nothing but try and get you to open up to them. To make you feel safe and comfortable, and you couldn’t get a grip and call them Mom or tell them that you cared about (loved?) them.

“For the record, they have the same glint when they look at you,” Lindsey whispered into your ear, pulling you into a hug. You gave her a tiny, not quite believing nod. You wanted to believe her, but how could anyone love a messed up 13-year-old like you?

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You woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in your hotel room bed. Your heart was racing so fast that you thought it might beat right out of your chest. You clenched your eyes shut in an attempt to rid the images out of your mind. To rid the smell of his breath, that evil glint in his eyes, or the pain he had inflicted on your lower half from your brain.

“Hey baby doll, you alright?” Tobin’s sleepy voice broke you out of your spiraling thoughts, and you bit down hard on your hand to prevent the sob from leaving your lips.

“Hey, Y/n are you alright?” She said, flipping on the light, which startled Christen awake. They both took in your shaking form. Your face was pale, and you were rocking back and forth in the bed. You stared unseeingly at them, almost as though you were in a different world.

The two women immediately jumped into action, Tobin rushing to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom, and Christen slowly moving to sit beside you on your bed. Her hand came up to gently run circles on your back.

“Y/n, baby,” She murmured, afraid that she would startle you more than you already were. Your eyes snapped to her and you shook your head rapidly, tears flowing freely down your face. You leaned further into her touch, collapsing in her arms. She pulled you closer to her, rocking you back and forth as you sobbed into her chest. Tobin ran a comforting hand through your hair when she returned, unwilling to coax you out of your hiding spot in her wife’s chest.

She held you tight as if to reassure you that she was there, and she was never leaving. She and Tobin shared several worried looks, unsure of how to proceed. It was rare that you showed them any emotions besides happiness and frustration. They knew you had nightmares, but they had never been involved in the aftermath of one before.

They half you between them, cooing soothing words and reassurances into your hair until your crying slowed.

“Hey, baby can you look up at me?” Tobin asked softly, running the warm cloth over your features when you glanced up at her. You sighed into the touch, unused to the warm feeling that settled in your chest.

“Can you tell us what’s going on?” Christen murmured into your hair, never stopping her comforting rubbing on your back or her rocking back and forth. You rapidly shook your head, returning to your hiding place. You knew that they had read your file before they adopted you, but reading a second-hand account of events and hearing it were two very different things.

“Why not baby? It might help to get it off your chest,” Tobin pressed just a little, and she saw your shoulders deflate.

“You won’t want me anymore,” You said so quietly into Christen’s shoulder that it was almost inaudible. The women gasped.

“We will never not want you Kid” Tobin declared firmly, as Christen’s rocking picked up to ebb the tears that had started to flow again.

A choked “Why?” left your lips, muffled by the soft material of Christen’s shirt, and you felt both women tense. You had been to hell and back, and you just couldn’t understand why the women hadn’t given up on you yet. Perhaps it was their competitive nature. Always wanting to overcome every challenge they face. But perhaps it was something else, the little voice in the back of your brain said.

“Because we love you,” Christen whispered into your ear, and your tears increased.

“You’re an amazing kid, and you bring so much light to our lives, despite all of the shit that you’ve been through,” Tobin added, wrapping her arms around both of you. You sighed into their touch.

“Will you stay with me?” You whimpered softly. They made you feel safe, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep without them.

“Always kiddo,” Tobin hummed, pulling the covers back and allowing Chris to maneuver you had her underneath them before joining you. You sighed deeply, relaxing at the feeling of both of them. You felt so safe, so protected between them. You felt… something so much greater than care. Something that you had been avoiding.

As you drifted off you released a soft “love you mom and mama,”. You missed the shit-eating grins that took over both women’s faces, as they had been waiting for this moment for 8 months. The moment where you would finally accept their love, accept their invitation into their family. But you did catch the soft “love you too baby,” that came from both women.

Things weren’t perfect, but they were heading that way. Sure, it would be a challenge, but they would never give up on you. You were theirs and they were yours forever and always.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #preath x reader #preath imagine

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Requests (5/23/2021)

Hi lovelies! I’ve been getting so many requests & I’m working hard to get all of them in the queue. Thanks for sending them my way! I’m writing to let you know that the queue is now full until the end of June. I was able to get every requests from my May 8th post in there except for a few. Requests from May 8th for captions featuring Katy Perry, Jenna Fischer, Marisol Nichols, Addison Rae, Ariana Grande, Erin Kellyman, Taylor Swift, Billie Eilish, Jhene Aiko, & Kirstin Maldonado will be posted in early July.

But there have been an absolute ton of requests since then too, yay! So I’m listing all the requests that I haven’t gotten to below. If you made a request but don’t see it below that might be for a few reasons. 1) I’ve written it already and it will be posted in June. 2) It’s one of the requests I posted on May 8th so I won’t talk about it here. 3) I considered it a demand not a request (for example, I received two that said “Anything with,” that wasn’t really a request just telling me to do it. Sorry if this bothers some of you but it is an issue with me so make sure you word your requests AS requests). Either way, thanks for the love, lovelies! :D

Anonymous said:

Could you do one with either Kelley O’hara or Alex Morgan from the USWNT about a guy soccer player watching the US win the world cup and then want to be them or something like that?

I actually know who both those are (shockingly enough, I don’t really follow sports) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do lorengrey captions? She’s so hot

Sorry sweetie, don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

Hi I just had an idea for a game you could do. It could be where someone has to say as a boy what they’re like physically in stages. So first stage is hair color for example, second stage could be height, third stage could be body type, etc. An example would be if I was a black hair, short height, thick body type, I would match up with someone like Nicki Minaj. Just an idea which you could extend on. Hopefully it makes sense. I appreciate you!

I actually have a game like this mapped out called “Build a Sissy” where you choose age, hair color, and bra size, but it would take a LOT of work to make so I haven’t written it yet. Maybe some day though. :)

Anonymous said:

I would love to see a Tori Kelly caption. Her hair and body are not typical but beautiful for a white girl. I say that last sentence respectfully. I think having a caption with her would be great

Sure thing! Tori Kelly is a cutie. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok I'm not sure if u'll know these 2 cuz even I had to look them up for the names but anne dudek and maitland ward theyre the 2 blonde sisters from white chicks not sure if uve seen it but if u can could u make a caption for them please?

I DO know who they are! I’ve been thinking about doing a White Chicks caps because there’s a lot of cute looks in that movie (especially for Busy Phillips who I just love) so sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could u do Yvette nicole brown from community? Id like to see some big girl love

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

I already know that this request is probably gonna be a No but I still have to ask whats the ruling on GCI enhanced celebrities like Taylor swift from Cats? Or is that too much like "Furry" stuff. Now I'm Feeling this will be a No for multiple reasons

So it is not an issue with CGI “enhanced” celebrities but for Cats it is because I do not have a Furry fetish and I get uncomfortable thinking about writing caps for it. But I write caps with “manips” all the time (photoshopped images of celebs) so I’m not ruling out CGI enhanced celebs all together.

Anonymous said:

Can you do one of Lindsey stirling? And for the story can it be a guy trying to learn Violin but he cant seem to focus he even tried hot female teachers but it didnt work then he gets a male teacher than he starts focusing and wanting to please the teacher he becomes a sissy sorry its a long request

Sounds fun, sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan and I think you’ve been doing amazing work. Is there anyway you could do a story about a guy who loses a bet to sorority girl and is forced to get his nails painted and turned into a girl? I love the idea of having a boys nails painted against his will. I’d love one with Selena Gomez but if you think another celeb would be better I leave that cumpletely to you.

Totally! This sounds fun. :D

Anonymous said:

Can you do thelma and Louise?

I’m assuming you mean Geena Davis & Susan Sarandon from Thelma & Louise so yes. Yes I can. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a caption from the movie bridesmaids? Like when theyre all trying on dressess or something?

I haven’t seen Bridesmaids (I know I know) but I can try something. :)

Anonymous said:

it would be super cool if you could do some more games! They’re my fav

Glad you like them! As long as I’m not on hiatus, games will be posted every second Saturday. I’ve already got two set for June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey huge fan of your recent work and super excited about new caps!! Do you think you could do one about a college guy who drops out in pursuit of being a stand up comedian, but the comedy club needs a female comic so they turn him into a girl? I was thinking maybe Nikki Glaser, she so funny and sexy. Thanks can’t wait to see all your new stuff!!

Oooo, Nikki Glaser is great. Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Can you make a caption about a guy who makes fun of curvy and thicc women, where the women get their revenge and turn the guy into Nia Jax?

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Hi Me again on the topic of the assembly line worker caption sequel if you do it i just an idea for the story like before depicting the sissies "first time" but you can have it be that the coworker doesnt know and is telling everyone about the chick he slept with last night and the sissy is just thinking "if only they knew"idk i thought it was good anyways thank u again

So this message is in reference to a sequel caption that was requested & that I did write and will be posted in June. I’m sharing it here to let the anon know that I wrote the cap BEFORE I got this second request so there will be a followup but the story will be different. I hope that’s ok.

Anonymous said:

Hi idk if u watch wrestling or not I see u have some captions of wwe womens wrestlers but im not sure have far ur knowledge of it is? Could u do a caption of Rhea Ripley if u know her?

I have never seen a single episode of WWE, I do not watch wrestling, and yet somehow every time someone requests a wrestler I know who she is. Don’t ask me how because I do not know. Anyways, yeah I can do a Rhea Ripley one. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption about a janitor for sissy co. That finds out the strange goings on at work and tries to blow the whistle on the whole operation but is caught and turned into a sissy maid for the sissy co. Corporate office abit specific I know but ive been thinking on that awhile however u do it will be perfect thanks

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Could you do katheryn Hahn from wandavision specifically the 80s look with the Big hair and aerobics outfit

Oooo, sounds nice. I’ll type that up for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi big fan of your caps!! Do you think you could do a cap where a football player wants to go to the NFL but gets hurt, so they turn him into a female commentator, maybe Lauren Rutledge? If you don’t know her, she’s been a college football reporter for awhile and was also a former Miss Florida. Anyways I just think any guy would be lucky to be turned into her and I love your caps keep up the great work!!

Me: *googles Lauren Rutledge to see if it’s who I’m thinking of* How do I know who this is? Anyways, yes I can write this. :)

...for some reason there are no GIFs of her though so I’m just gonna move on.

Anonymous said:

Hi I'm the one that requested the LONG list of celebs I'm still really sorry about that I didnt realize how many it actually was till I looked back so I wanna retract some for your sake tell ya what if you havent done any already just do the ones that are specifically marked (as in the ones detailed by movie or show theyre in) the ones that are just names you can leave out i knoe its still alot but hopefully that takes some weight off of ya sorry again

You don’t have to be sorry! Like I said, in the future I’d ask that folks limit requests to no more than 3 celebs at a time but you didn’t know that. I’d never said that before. I typed up every celebrity and they’re going to be sprinkled in during June. Hope you like them! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello ^^ I love your work. Can u make a caption with the name "jules" and Ariana Grande please? Thank you

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Hey, not really an ask, but something I needed to share

I'm the one that asked for the Stephanie Beatriz caption from a whole back, and I absolutely loved how it turned out. Each time you roll out a new caption is like a small thrill to me and I read them right as they're released.

Now this wouldn't be an ask if I wasn't asking something, right? Well, next month sees the release of the "In the Heights" movie, and there's an opportunity there to do a series of captions using stephanie Beatriz from that same movie.

In conclusion, I love your captions so much, you're amazing!

Awww, this is such a sweet message. Thank you! And YAAASSSSS! Ever since the first trailer for In the Heights dropped I was like, “I must write a caption with her in this!” So you can imagine how fun it’s been waiting this entire time. *eye twitches*. We’ll have to wait until the movie comes out for me to be sure I can find a good image but this IS a caption I want to write. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi I just recently came across your blog and fell in love with it!! The caption with the football player being turned into Bella Thorne is one of my favorites!! I’d love so much if you could do a sequel or something to that cap it was so amazing and I need to know what else happens to “her”. I’m not sure if this is possible or if you even do sequels but this cap was great and I look forward to all the others!!!

Glad you like it! I’m always looking for sequel captions to write on Throwback Thursday so you’ll get this for sure. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey big fan! Do you think you could do a caption where a short guy gets made fun of by all his girl friends for how short he is? Ariana Grande is fairly short and I think a caption of her (of age of course) would be awesome

You got it!

Anonymous said:

Can you do one with the bella twins as two guys who fought over the same girl then the girl turns them both into look alikes of her but then they start fighting over the same guy

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Do you know suzy berhow? Or angie Griffin? If so would love a caption of either of them please

Sorry sweetie, I don’t know who those are. :(

Anonymous said:

Would appreciate more Sia captions please when u get the chance

I will remember that. :)

Anonymous said:

Can make some Winnie Harlow caption please? I adore her style

Sorry lovely, I don’t know who that is. :(

Anonymous said:

How about instead of removing the captions with Demi in them ,the images of Demi were just replaced with another celeb and if Demi is mentioned by name in the caption then that could be edited to mention a different celeb. I respect Demi's decision I do but lets not lose some well made captions. Also if you could please make a caption where Amy Adams feminises a fan and raises them as her daughter and Kristen Stewart makes you her submissive wife that would be appreciated. I'm a fan of them.

So about the Demi Lovato captions: I understand your feelings but I’m still going to delete the original captions. Because of how my captions are made I can’t just go back in & swap out an image or edit the text, I have to remake it from the ground up. I am hoping to do that with some (maybe all) of the Demi Lovato captions & re-publish them, but I’m still going to delete the originals.

I can do the Kristen Stewart one for sure and I’ll TRY to do the Amy Adams one I just am not 100% sure I can find a pic for that but we’ll see. :)

Anonymous said:

If it’s possible before your summer hiatus could you do a caption with Amanda Crew (silicon valley, sex drive)?

I will do one with Amanda Crew but I can’t commit to doing it before the hiatus.

About the hiatus: I don’t know when it’s going to be. I want to TRY to make it to at least July 18th because I have a specific game in mind I want to post for 5 years of Celebrity TG Captions games, but after that I have no idea. I’ve been writing caps for a longer stretch of time since normal since I’ve switched to a part-time blog so I might burn out at any second but for right now I’ve still got some juice.

#Not a Caption #Requests #Request

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Sup, I recently saw your blog and I got hooked, so I figured I might as well submit a request for a headcanon to see if ‘ya would write it out. Also, sorry for the bad language, I have a sailors mouth I know. (Also some of this is kinda dark so if you wanna modify it a bit I completely understand, I’m just trying to incorporate a little bit of my crappy childhood in here lol)

Could you possibly do something with the Older & Younger brothers (If you want you can just do either or) reacting to learning about their Hella Protective Male S/O’s rules involving meeting his Innocent Younger Sister? like, “Don’t drink around my sister”, “Don’t cuss around my sister”, “If you make her cry, I will make 𝘆𝗼𝘂 cry”, “If you make her feel self conscious about her scars, I 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿”, and “If you even try to do ANY nasty shit I will be dusting you on the spot, lover or not” (I think it would be fucking hilarious to see how the Older brothers react to being on 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 side of the threat lol)

(His Younger Sister is like 9)

For Some Backround: M!S/O had a pretty traumatic and god-awful childhood, and had to get involved in some pretty dark shit to survive and keep his Younger sister healthy and happy. (Resulting in him having a high LV if you want to being that up that aswell) M!S/O had some very shitty parents that would abuse him and his sister very badly, and that would occasionally target his younger sister when he was away trying to pay the bills or trying to keep his younger sibling fed and in school. Due to this, his Younger Sister sometimes faced their parents wrath alone and gained some brutal scars across her face that some kids at her school teased her for, making M!S/O be super protective of her.

If you wanted to do a part two it could be about the brothers actual reactions to meeting M!S/Os younger sibling.

With that being said, if you do end up writing this you have my best regards, -🗡Anon

13: since this is a longer ask I only did 4 skeletons. If I missed your favourite or you're curious about one of the others' reactions let me know and I’ll answer for them too. For now I hope you enjoy the ones I did answer for.

Sans The threats -He’s really just offending that you think he would do any of those things but he understands being protective of a sibling so he doesn’t hold it against you too much. Even the dusting threat he takes with a grain of salt and really just takes it as an indication to how serious this matter is to you so he is also going to take it very seriously.

Meeting the sister -He’s great with your sister. He never mentions the scars and your sister seems to really like him. He’s good with kids, talking or getting her to talk excitedly about her interests and even manages to make her laugh, like a lot. The day is a huge success. Even when you think something is going to get to your sister Sans easily manages to distract or smoothly changes the subject so there are no incidents.

Edge The threats -Makes the comment that he’s not his brother and that you are going overboard. He’s offended that you think he’ll be anything less than perfect and honestly does think you are going a bit overboard here but just nods and agrees to whatever you say to calm you down.

Meeting the sister -it could have gone better. Edge is obviously trying for your sake but he’s not the best with new people. Because of this the topic of scars does come up and you are fuming until Edge says something that makes all the anger disappear. It’s no secret that he has a large gash across his eye socket and your sister brings it up as Edge just seems so confident, your sister might not understand why. Edge goes on to explain how important and amazing scars are. They show that you are a fighter and a survivor. You’ve stood up for something and although it hurt in the past now you should be proud of what you achieved. He tells your sister how he got his scar and although tells her she doesn’t need to tell him about hers that he should be proud because she is strong and he can see that. Edge mentions when you leave that You might want to consider introducing your sister to more monsters from this underground as they all would help your sister with self love of her scars and if that can make her feel just a little bit better than it would be worth it.

Blue The threats -Is a bit taken aback by the threats but he assures you he won’t do anything to make your sister uncomfortable. Actually he sort of appreciates the heads up about your sister so now he knows what not to mention, not that he would have anyway but it’s nice to know that it is a bit of a sore spot.

Meeting the sister -He was so excited to meet her that he had planned a huge day full of fun activities the three of you can do together. It’s an action packed day with a bunch of adventures packed in such as the movies, laser tag, an escape room, bowling and more. The day is complete with homemade desserts made by Blue himself. He just wanted everyone to have a good time and maybe take your sisters mind off of everything while you did. It seems to work and mixed with Blue’s child-like personality, him and your sister get on great and both of them even beg you for a sleepover so the fun can continue into the next day.

Syrup The threats -He just sort of accepts them. He knows what it’s like to be overprotective and he doesn’t want you to hate him or anything although he does find it amusing that you think you could dust him so easily. He assures you that he isn’t going to do anything to upset your sister and he honestly means that. If something is important to you then it is important to him too.

Meeting the sister -Syrups holds up his end for the whole day. HE doesn’t make your sister feel subconscious, some random on the street does force you all to leave early. Syrup can tell how upset you are over the events of the day, you just wanted to make your sister happy, so he does the one thing he can think of, he takes off his shirt. He shows your sister the mirad of scars he has littering his bones and even shows her a picture of Berry proudly smiling and showing off the slashes in his skull. Syrup tells your sister about how he would struggle with his own scars and how his cool older brother made him feel better about them. Syrup talks about Berry for ages, it’s the most he’s talked all day but by the end of it your sister does feel slightly better about herself and might want to meet the other skeleton. Syrup is just happy that you seem ok now and has to go on the hunt to hurt the idiot kid that made you upset. Maybe a scar of their own so they don’t point at random kids and laugh on the street.

#undertale #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #undertale imagines #underfell #Underfell Papyrus #underfell sans #underSwap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years

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Part 3-Shape of My Heart

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Falling in love with someone you can never have is the worst feeling in the world...

Taglist:

@jeyramarie @drewswannabegirl @teamnick @jiaraendgame @agirlwholovescoffee @outerbongs @jaxandcomet @velyssaraptor @baby-pogue @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @must-be-a-weasley-92 @kaitieskidmore1 @ma10427 @ifilwtmfc @lasnaro @justcallmesams @judayyyw @lonely-kermit @gviosca @iamaunicorn4704 @jellyfishbeansontoast @fernweh-fangirl @runway-to-my-aid @eb15 @hurricane-abigail @tangledinsparkles @fandom-phaser @sunwardsss @http-cherries

Part 2 Part 4

Note: We’re almost at 400 new friends!!!! I just want to say THANK YOU to each and every one who has taken time to read even just one of my stories. I truly from the bottom of my heart appreciate it. I love seeing the comments, messages, and reblogs from everyone who has taken the time to do so! It inspires me to put out even more for you guys, and I have so many ideas I want to share with you all! Hope you guys enjoy and don’t forget to let me know what you think!

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LAX’s airport was bigger than I could have ever imagined...

I rolled my suitcases along to where Rudy had told me they would be waiting, a duffel bag slung over my shoulder. Hey, I was staying for almost a month in California, I had necessities to bring. I heard my name being called, whipping my head in the direction it came from. I beamed when I saw everyone, making my way towards them.

Both Maddie’s made it to me first, taking me into a group hug. They squealed and jumped around, saying how excited they were to see me. Chase ruffled my hair, taking me into a side hug. I spotted Rudy last, a sly smirk on his face. He was more handsome than I remembered, despite seeing his face almost everyday. It was different now that I saw him standing before me, the slight beard he was growing made him look older. He pulled me into a bear hug, inhaling my scent. I did the same, loving the feeling of his arms around me.

“I missed you guys so much.” I admitted, pulling away from Rudy.

“We can’t wait to show you around!” Maddie C exclaimed.

Rudy took my duffel bag while Chase got one of my suitcases, leading the way to the car. He grunted when I handed him my bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Jesus woman, what’s in here?” Rudy asked, using both hands to haul my bag.

“Makeup, shoes, ya know...girl stuff.” I shrugged, turning to wink at him over my shoulder.

“There’s gotta be some cement blocks in here or something.” he grumbled, slinging into the back of the car.

“Careful! There’s some expensive shit in there!” I gasped, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

The girls and Chase piled into the back, leaving me to sit up front with Rudy driving. I glared at the three devils in the back, knowing what they were up to. Once we got out of the airport, we jammed out to some 80′s rock. Although, Chase, Rudy, and I were the only ones that knew any of the songs.

I was an old soul, I loved old music. I listened mostly to anything from the 80′s to the early 2000′s, from pop to rock n roll. My mom always liked to tell me that I was born in the wrong era, and I guarantee she’s right. I think that’s also why Rudy and I got along so well, both of us having the taste for old music. The Maddie’s sat back and enjoyed our concert, videoing us at points when Rudy would go crazy.

I loved that I could be myself around them, not feeling the need to hide. Scream singing in the car while dancing with my best friends, this is what I needed after a stressful 4 months. I breathed in the Los Angeles air, feeling the sun beating down on my arm that hung out the window. I watched as the palm trees passed, the salty air feeling inviting.

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Once we arrived at Chase’s house, everyone pitched in to lug my shit up the stairs. It was a real struggle since Chase had to pick a house with millions of steep steps. We were all huffing and puffing by the time we made it to my room I’d be living in for the next month, all of us crashing to the bed. Rudy crashed on top of me, a giggle erupting from my lips.

“You’re comfy,” he sighed, squeezing his arms around me.

It was odd feeling small in his arms despite being bigger than most girls, he was a lot more buff than I remember him being. We didn’t move for a while, just shifting so that Rudy was laying with his head on my stomach so he wouldn’t be crushing me. I spotted Maddie C pulling her phone out.

“Don’t you dare Madelyn,” I chuckled, knowing she was doing it anyways.

“You guys look pretty comfy.” she giggled, moving her finger to zoom.

“That makes one of us,” I commented, playing along for wherever she was about to post. Rudy looked at me offended, his lips pouting out.

Hysterical laughter came from all of us except Rudy who was still pouting, getting up to lay beside of me instead. I poked his lip, my stomach hurting from laughing so hard. He shoved my hand away, turning his back to me.

“Oh come on Ru, it was for the video.” I scoffed, tugging his huge bicep.

“I’m mad at you.” he huffed, but I could see the slight smirk on his face.

“Who decided to have a sleepover and not invite me?” a girl asked, walking in the room.

From Instagram I could tell this was Elaine, her beauty even more striking in person. She made me feel intimidated, her eyes lingered on where Rudy and I sat. I could see the jealousy in her eyes, making me scoot away from him.

“Hey El, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Elaine.” Maddie C introduced, gesturing to both of us.

“So this is the famous y/n...” she said, raising her brows. I felt her gaze burning over me, making me even more self conscious.

“That’s me, um I’ve heard all about your amazing photography.” I laughed nervously.

“Yeah, Rudy and I just had a shoot actually.” she revealed.

Maddie B seemed to be the only one to notice the tension in the room, Rudy hadn’t even looked up from his phone yet. I looked at her and she arched her brow at me, clearly not used to Elaine being so passive aggressive.

“Are we going to eat guys? I’m starving.” Chase groaned, throwing his head back dramatically.

“I haven’t ate at all today, what’s good around here?” I asked excitedly.

“Why haven’t you ate today?” Rudy inquired, his eyes full of worry.

“I’ve been on a plane for hours, I didn’t exactly want airport food.” I informed, rolling my eyes.

“You shouldn’t do that babe, how are you not sick?” he questioned. Everyone’s eyes widened when he said ‘babe’, my cheeks flushed.

“Stop lecturing me Ru,” I huffed.

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“I’ve never seen her act like that before...” Maddie B confessed. We were sat in my room as everyone else departed to get ready for dinner.

“I thought you said she had a thing for Drew?” I said confusedly.

“The past few times we have all hung out together, they seemed more than friendly.” Maddie B declared, shrugging her shoulders.

“No matter, it’s not like there’s any competition.” I sighed, finishing up my makeup.

“You right because that boy is GONE for you!” she cheered.

“No Mads, because she is the Instagram photographer and I’m the DUFF of our friend group.” I rolled my eyes.

“Excuse you, but if anyone is the DUFF it’s Chase. Look at his hair y/n.” she scoffed. A knock on the door startled the both of us, Rudy poked his head in.

“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but we are all starving to death.” he stated, his eyes looking between us.

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Dinner was super awkward, starting with when we went to sit down. I stayed behind to let everyone else pick their seats first, leaving Elaine to rush to sit beside Rudy. He quirked a brow at her, obviously confused why she wanted to sit by him so bad. Rudy patted the spot across from him, my cheeks blushing again as I sat down.

The conversations were hit and miss...anytime one of us tried to tell a story about the time we spent together, Elaine would interject about something her and Rudy did. She would subtly eye me, engaging my reaction. I felt so uncomfortable, that was until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Drew, my brother from another mother.

“Long time no see buddy!” he beamed. I rose up from my spot to hug him, ruffling his hair.

“I figured it was time to see what LA is all about, and as I’ve been told, my presence was long missed.” I teased, everyone laughed except Elaine.

Drew said hello to everyone, leaning to kiss Elaine’s cheek. I looked at Maddie B who was beside me, furrowing my brows in confusion. She shrugged her shoulders, waving as Austin joined our table. He leaned down to hug me, patting my head as he passed to take his seat. Rudy reached across the table to tap my hand, he smiled when I turned my attention to him.

“What are you getting? Do you want to share an appetizer with me?” he questioned.

“I’m really thinking of just getting chicken fingers, they look yummy.” I grinned. He gave me a ‘really’ look.

“Get whatever you want, you aren’t paying anyways.” he smirked, knowing this would rile me up.

“Rudy, no.” I groaned.

“No arguing, pick something that you really want babe.” he demanded.

“Wait are they dating?” I heard Drew whisper to Maddie C and Chase, not doing a very good job of not wanting me to hear.

“No, I wish they would though.” Maddie C replied.

The night got better, laughter filling the restaurant. It felt so good to be with my people again, my heart was full of joy. Rudy and Drew spent half our time shooting paper spit balls at each other, one even accidentally hitting Austin square in the face.

“Who’s up for clubbing tonight?!” Drew asked, earning cheers from a few of us.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it, I’m seriously jet lagged.” I yawned.

“Come on y/n, once you get a few shots in you’ll be good to go!” he insisted.

“I’ll take you back to the house if you really don’t want to go.” Rudy offered.

“Please y/n!” Maddie C begged, Maddie B joining in as well.

I looked at Rudy who just smiled at me, waiting for my response. I made a split second decision without really thinking about it.

“Ok, I’ll go.” I sighed.

What am I getting myself into?

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completeotometrash · 3 years

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Stressed Out (Ikesen Kenshin)

@nad-zeta asked: Hi hi love! Eeeeep! Its been a while since ive spammed ya box🥺🥺❤❤ hehehe! I see your requests are open so i just had to jump! Low key been feeling super down lately and crushed by all the work that needs to get done....... so here i am to ask for some fluff and bunnies to ease the soul❤❤❤❤❤ hehehe could i pretty please request a mc x kenshin comfort fic🥺🥺🥺 lol one where mc has been over working to the max and needs a little break❤❤😳🥺🥺 hehehe if ya need anymore detail or inspiration feel free to dm me😳😳☺☺

Love ya lots! Sending hugs!❤

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Ah, Zeta! I love seeing you in my askbox so much <3<3<3. You’re the cutest. I hope you are doing ok??? You better not work yourself too hard or I’ll come over there and suffocate you with my love. D: Or perhaps I will anyways, it’s quite tempting.

Anyways, this came much softer then I intended. But I must say, I’m quite happy with it ^^. Bunny boy fluff onw~!

Word count: 1.4/5k

TW: None

Reader has she/her pronouns

Tired.

Kenshin had noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the way she began tying up her hair more instead of combing it, not changing as often. He watched as the smile on her face changed to only a meek grin, how the light in her eyes seemed to crease. Her energy was draining on the daily, her bones seemingly heavy like weights by the way she walks. He looks outside, watching as the sun begins to descend from the horizon.

To tell the truth, she had not been feeling like herself lately. There was so much to do after she properly moved to Kasugama. She had become more well-known and offered to complete more sewing commissions. It seemed as if there was never any time, and if there was, it would quickly slip from her fingers. She would find herself not wanting to get out of bed in the mornings, let alone put on a fake smile for other’s pleasure. Her eyes skim across the velvety fabric in her hands, dropping it with a defeated grunt.

Setting her needle to the side, she rubs her forehead, dragging her hand down to rub her eyes. The weight of everything was beginning to crush her, it was suffocating. She was slowly losing the passion and inspiration she once felt when making clothing. Trying to find the fun in something when it becomes overwhelmingly urgent is nearly impossible.

She had not even noticed the sound of the door opening behind her, or the footsteps that followed. Shakily she inhales, head drooping downward. Her throat is dry, her hands began to shake from the tension in them. Everything had begun to crumble out of control.

When a strong pair of arms wrap around her shoulders, she gasps with surprise. Her heart races in her chest, threatening to explode. A familiar hand traces her arm gently, bringing her a slight sense of relief. Hot breath tickles the sensitive skin on her neck, lips pressing there.

“You need a break. The sun is coming down and you’ve been working since this morning.”

Kenshin’s voice is sultry, deep. It holds so much intensity that she almost melts into her chair. She wants to lean into his touch, let him take her away so that she never sees a needle again. But her actions differ from her thoughts. Straightening her posture, she cringes at an error she notices she made in her stitching. “I will later, I messed up here; the thread will be visible when wearing if I don’t fix it.”

She can feel his glare even without seeing him. His displeasure radiates off his body in an almost radioactive way. “The stitching can be done at another time, come with me.” His command makes her grimace.

“But it can’t… I promised that it would be done by tomorrow and they’re paying me for it. If I cancel now, what does that say about me as a person? I want them to buy my clothes more in the future, they are nice people. I only need a few more hours and I’ll be finished.” She lifts her needle yet again, pulling out her previous stitches from before. She had previously decided that she wanted to start making money for herself instead of just lending some off of Kenshin is she would be living in the Sengoku.

Standing up straight himself, he turns and looks around the room. Multiple different kimonos hang around them, each made by her with high amounts of precision and skill. It had been so long since they’d been intimate with one another, this was the most he’d even talked to her all day. He kneels at her side, paying attention to her hands.

He of all people knows what it’s like to consume yourself with something. For many years, his entire life was revolved around war and training. Nothing else mattered to him. At the time it seemed ideal, but looking back at it, he knows it was all just pure misery. An unhealthy way he chose to cope.

The woman he loves needs help- it became clear to Kenshin that it was his turn to do so.

He takes her palm in his own, clasping it gently with his calloused fingers. He notices how red hers have become. He rubs them gently, and she doesn’t stop him. She feels as if she cannot, for, the relaxation that encases her body is too much to deny.

She’s missed his touch; it’s been far too long.

Without saying anything, he takes the things from her lap, setting it to the side. She cranes her neck around in circles, closing her eyes. In an instant, strong arms are reaching out from under her, lifting and pulling her against his chest. She feels a tinge of guilt for giving in, but the ever-growing exhaustion triumphs all. She wraps her arms around his neck loosely, letting him take her away.

He sets her down in a chair, and she can hear him begin to pour water into a tub. Her eyes open and watch. “Oh, Kenshin, you don’t have to-”

“I want to.”

Her eyes begin to water as he helps her slip out of her clothes. She gets in the tub, letting the water sooth her tense muscles. Kenshin joins her shortly after, pulling her close to him. They sit there in silence for a while, he washes her thoroughly, wiping away all the stress he can. His hands soothingly glide against her neck, back, and anywhere else he senses even the slightest discomfort.

And finally, she presses a kiss to her temple, resting his head against her shoulder. “What’s been going on?” His question is clear, voice deep as he whispers in her ear. She didn’t know how, but it was as if everything began pouring out of her in that moment. She could feel the hot tears stream down her cheeks, ones he wiped away with the gentlest of touches known to man as she began to explain everything.

She told him about the pressure she feels and the guilt that lingers when she thinks of disappointing everyone. How she’s started to become repulsed by the thought of sewing, and that waking up and getting out of bed has become a difficult task. At one point, her gentle cries became full on sobs, her body shaking more and more.

Kenshin only pulls her close, listening to everything she needed to say before speaking himself.

“I love you with all of my heart, ___. I’d die for you. I need you to know that you do not need to work yourself so hard to make yourself useful. You are perfect, and if anyone ever makes you feel any different, then I will need their name so that I can kill them.” The seriousness in his last statement makes her shiver.

He continues, “Please do not overwork yourself. We will get through this, together. I don’t want you being so stressed out. You deserve a break, and to never feel this way again.” Kenshin takes her chin in his hand, “I am amazed with how strong of a woman you are. You are so strong, for that matter, that you make me stronger. I want to do the same in return.”

She is truly left speechless. Kenshin was never the verbally affectionate type- or the best with words at all, for that matter. And yet, here he is, speaking from his heart. She turns around properly, looking into his eyes. They seep with love and intensity, boring into her soul. He adores her with his entire being, as he always will. The look alone stirs a warm feeling in her chest.

His tender lips crash into her own, pressing the softest of kisses there. Her mind goes blank as she hugs him tightly.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Being lifted back to their shared bedroom, he lays her onto the futon, pushing her hair out of her face. She smiles, but this time, it’s genuine. Her mind and body feel light again, she feels as if she is unstoppable. Although, she becomes slightly confused when he walks to the other side of the room, opening the door to the garden.

Suddenly, a large flash of white, black, and brown fills her vision. Balls of fluff topple onto her freshly cleaned body. Little noses tickle her sensitive skin, a fit of giggles escaping her lips. All the small furry companions only seem to be spurred on by this, laying on top of her like a warm blanket.

Kenshin can only bring himself to smile at the scene, watching her burst into yet another hysterical fit of laughter. He decides in that moment that there is absolutely nothing better than seeing her smile, and regardless of what it would take, he would always seek to find it.

#ikemensengoku #ikemen sengoku #ikesen kenshin #Ikesen #kenshin uesugi #kenshin #kenshin fluff #fluff #comfort fic #ask #this fic helped me get out of my writers block funk oml #This is like the first time i've wrote in over a month

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atiny-piratequeen · 3 years

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spreading glove around... tell your moots how much you love them and why

Glove world-

Anyway lets go.

@kimnamshiks Tay you're like,,,one of my first ask regulars and you literally never fail to make me smile. You are one of my wifeys for lifey and I really dont know where I'd be without the laughs, joy, genuine happiness you bring. Not to mention 🥺🥺 i look forward to your reviews and analyses on my work and you never fail to make me feel even more excited to write

@queen-of-himbos , @jacksons-goddess-gaia my babus! My wifeys! Loml! You both have gotten me through some of THE toughest shit, especially irl shit. Yall, Tay, Chye, Dior have all helped me more in the past year plus than some of my irls in the years ive known them. I trust yall with my life and it's always nice to see your lovely faces and hear your voices.

@gettin-a-lil-hanse my baby bear. My sweetie pie. You're another one who I've known since essentially the birth of my blog. You are one of my artistic inspirations (you, dior, atlas, amelia, tay, and kira) and I've enjoyed learning and growing together. Plus, I've learned a lot more about you know what (idk if you're comfortable with me saying) and im glad you helped me realize im p darn good at it.

@atiny-dazzlinglight fellow queen of smut content and suffering, my fucking BABY, one of the most beautiful and radiant people I've had the pleasure of meeting on here. You've been through so much but you still stop by to spread your positivity even when you're not feeling up to it yourself. Again, like the others, you're one of my artistic inspirations too and im so proud of you for your growth, both as a writer and an artist (tell Dean i love him ok?)

@not-majestic-bluenicorn Ri! My detectivetiny that will kick my ass over AtT one day. I know things have been rough for you as well but I want to take this time to compliment your hard work. The way you plan out your series' are really damn cool and professional and you're always ready to lend a hand or an ear to other writers in need. I genuinely enjoy talking to you about works (be it yours or mine, or just bouncing ideas back and forth) and I hope you continue to have a good time writing.

@angel0taiyo - my aussie firecracker, hi. I miss you babe, timezones are a bitch but I value every time I get to talk to you. You're legit one of the first fellow Domme I've found since getting into kpop (*cough* a lot of kpoppies round here are submissive bottoms lbr *cough*) and it's always so nice to talk to you about *checks notes* absolutely ruining cute boys. No but fr, ily babe and I miss ya.

@vvnte ATLAS HI WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE LGBTS SERVER DAYS AND YOU'RE STUCK WITH ME ILY SM AND IF ANYONE EVEN BREATHES WRONG IN YOUR DIRECTION IM FIGHTING. no but really. You're a wonderful gentleman and a gorgeous human being and i really do love you sm

@deepnesta Kira 🥺 ily and im super glad we started talking more often again. Ik school is a lot for you but you really are such a wonderful writer and I can't wait for you to show the world what you can do with your original works. Keep it up you funky little baby

@aaron-jamess aj. My sunshine. I really do look forward to seeing your asks, your reviews, anything. I genuinely feel like I've gained a little sibling and I'm sorry things have been rough lately but if Karma is real, the world has good for you, sweetie. You put so much good, supportive vibes in the world and you deserve it back a thousand fold.

@amelia-the-professional-smartass Amelia~♡ hi sweetie. My artistic honey bunch. I really do admire your creativity and how often you come up with your dnd ocs and drawings. You have such a firm grasp on character design and I always love reading through your oc headcanons or thought dumps. Keep up the amazing work.

@softjeon @jinterlude jey, mik, you two really are impressive and you helped teach me what it meant to be a good network admin. Being the admin of a net is hard enough. Being the admin of multiple can get to be so stressful but I'll be a damn fool if I didnt take this time to thank you both for teaching me what you knew so I could be a good admin myself and do right by my nets

Also for my little sis ❄ anon, i love u bunches bby and i think??? School might be hectic for you but I miss you and I hope you're having a good day

#asks #anontiny #positivity chain

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cobalt-knave · 3 years

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The TMA Entities As Night Vale Horoscopes

The Eye: “ Libra: All eyes are on you. Gross! Give them back. “

The Corruption: “Gemini: How scared are you of centipedes, Gemini? I mean, no reason. The stars are just asking. Like, are you super super scared, because I can’t say for sure, but you’re pretty brave, right? Like, you could handle a couple of centipedes! You could handle a bunch of centipedes! Right, Gemini? No reason. I’m just asking.“

The Buried: “Gemini: Bury yourself in your work today, Gemini. Pile that garbage high and rest your weary head beneath its odorous, but comforting weight. “

The Dark: “Sagittarius: Your opacity in relationships is going to be your downfall, Sagittarius. You’re an obsidian monolith, towering over everyone, absorbing all light, except the faint reflection of those who want to know what glows inside your stony façade. You don’t have to be a diamond, Sagittarius, or even quartz. Just try for salt lick, OK? I think you can achieve that.“

The Vast: “Cancer: ‘The ocean is vast,’ you convince yourself, walking alone between the trees. ‘The sky is endless,’ you mutter repeatedly, trying to finally lull yourself to sleep. ‘Matter can neither be created nor destroyed,’ you contemplate, despite not understanding the first part of the statement. ‘What’s on the Food Network tonight?’ you say aloud to a stranger you have known for years.

The Spiral: “Libra: You will walk out from your house. The sun will look strange to you, even though you think it perhaps always looked like that. It will look like it always has, and it will look so strange. As you walk down the street, you will see a path you’ve never noticed before, leading away from the familiar into a dark and twisted wood. You will follow this path, the warm dirt softly crunching under your feet. At the end of the path, you will come to a small and cozy home. In the window will be a boy, and he will give you a sign. A hand to the side means it is safe to go on, a hand by the air means the burrowers are hungry tonight. A covered mouth means the time is nigh. You may proceed accordingly. Even the stars do not know what happens next. “

The Lonely: “Cancer: Aim for the moon, Cancer! Even if you miss, you’ll still hurdle forever through the silent vacuum of space. Cold and alone. So really, aim for that moon, OK?“

The Stranger: “Taurus: Taurus, today is the day that you change everything. Oh, I’m sorry. I misspoke, I’m sorry. Uh, let me try that again, OK? *Ahem* Today is the day that everything changes you. You will be completely unrecognizable. Yeah, that’s it. There ya go.“

The Web: “Aries: This just says ‘spiders’ in increasingly large fonts for about seven pages. Aww, that’s cute!“

The Desolation: “Virgo: I hope you are not too attached to your left hand. Either way, you won’t be soon.”

The Hunt: “Taurus: Today will be lots of things for you, Taurus. Blood-free will not be one of those things. No.“

The Slaughter: “Virgo: Don’t shoot the messenger, Virgo! It’s noisy, and will alert others of your crime. Lure the messenger inside. Make sure no one saw him come in. Choose something quieter than a gun. Perhaps suffocation, or an accidental fall. Really plan these things out. Stop being so trigger happy, Virgo! “

The Flesh: “Gemini: There are many organ donors, but did you know you can also register to be an organ collector? Yeah, it’s actually very easy, all you need is a scalpel and some clay jars. But anyway, you should definitely register as an organ donor. By next Thursday. At 11 AM. If you can.“

The End: “Leo: It’s better that I don’t read this aloud. Better that you not know. Tell your family that you love them.”

The Extinction: “Virgo: Go see a movie today. It’s a great escape! Especially from all this pollution and dangerous UV radiation! Say, is that mole new? “

These are all quotes taken from the Welcome To Night Vale Wiki: https://nightvale.fandom.com/wiki/Horoscopes

I decided to go with what fit rather than try to include a variety of signs.

This was really fun tho, and I may try to make it again. There were a few that I had to make difficult choices of what quote to use. :)

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wordynerdygurl · 4 years

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Skin Deep ~ Part 4

Author’s Note: Hi everyone! As @that-one-person reminded me, we were overdue the next chapter of Skin Deep! I hope this has been worth the wait. As always, if you’d like to be added to my tag list, let me know! Also, requests are open and I love when you re-blog and like my work! Thanks for all your kindness!!

This is the 4th Part of our Story with links below to the previous chapters! ENJOY!

Skin Deep Part 1

Skin Deep Part 2 Skin Deep Part 3

Pairing; Loki x Reader, Steve x Reader, Bucky, Natasha, Nick Fury, Thor and Valkyrie round out of cast! Summary: Picking up where Part 3 ended: You’re on the run with Loki, who wants answers. Steve comes clean to an old friend, Natasha and Fury make a plan. Warnings: References to violence, smut, intergalactic travel, and some kissing!

From his vantage point at Steve’s grill Bucky noticed the almost frantic vibration coming off his oldest friend from all the way across the lawn. And Steve wasn't carrying any champagne. In fact, he was whispering furiously to Natasha, shaking his head.

Looking to the skies, Bucky smelled the electricity in the air. It made the hairs on his human arm rise, antenna to trouble, tuning into the wrecked wavelength his friend was putting out. It was about you, of that Bucky was certain, and with your own strange behavior tonight, he knew trouble was en route. He had let you sneak away, sensing your breaking point, knowing your need for a minute alone. It was the reason you were such great drinking buddies. You let Bucky be himself and he returned the favor. Besides, something in Steve was different these days, something Bucky didn't exactly like. His friend, Captain America, hero to the weak, was pushy. Aggressive. Angry.

And when Steve looked at you, there was a gleam, a spark of possessiveness that gave Bucky pause. Sure, you were amazing. Funny, smart, undeniably sexy in a way all your own. Bucky understood wanting you, he even got the need to have you, hold you, lock you down with a ring. If only Steve could see how unhappy you were. Each time Bucky saw you, the strain had pulled more of your joy away. Sure, you baked pies, smiling the whole way, chirping platitudes and teasing Steve. That happiness, though, it never reached your eyes. Telling Steve that an engagement ring was too much, too soon, Bucky had tried in his very stoic way to prove that you weren't ready. Never fully able to give his buddy his blessing, Bucky had opted instead to provide you a shoulder to lean on. And lean you did. Slugging back vodka shots at all these parties, in the quiet and seldom used spaces of kitchens and dining rooms, you had talked easily with Bucky. No topic was too wild or off limits, with the exception of Steve. Anytime the name of your new love came up, the subject would change. You'd deflect and Bucky let you. Maybe he should have pushed harder, he thought as Steve stomped his way. Maybe Bucky should have forced you to talk about whatever issues you and Steve faced, tried his hand at advice, or offered excuses for his best friend’s erratic behavior. If Bucky had done that, then perhaps the stifling stench of trouble wouldn't be pooling around the party, pulsing through all the high energy people gathered together. “Buck… come here, would ya?” Sure, Steve sounded like himself. Jovial, a little concerned in that serious way he had, but not mad. For some reason, it reminded Bucky of the way Steve’s father would talk, just before he’d beat the ever loving hell out of Sarah… or Steve. It soured the stomach of battle tested Sergeant Barnes. War was coming. “Sure thing, punk.” Cocking his head, Steve couldn’t quite look his friend in the face, opting instead to focus on the open back door of his farm house. Would you come strutting out of it, unaware and un-phased? Steve prayed for that, even if his gut told him otherwise, “Bucky, you said my girl was in the ladies’ room?” Tucking his hands in his pockets, nodding solemnly, “Yea, Stevie. Yea. She had to piss. It happens.” Waiting for the battle was exhausting and Bucky just didn’t have the patience to stew in the slow burn of Steve’s anger. Clapping a broad hand along the neck of the Winter Soldier, Steve pulled his friend close. To anyone looking, the embrace would seem brotherly, kind. What they couldn’t see was the tight grip used to keep Bucky contained, or hear Steve’s heated harsh whisper, “Where the fuck is she, Buck? I know you know. So tell me.” Reacting instinctively, pulling against the restraining hook of Steve’s palm, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… she went to the bathroom, I came out here.” “Well she’s gone now and so is Loki-” Stepping back out of Steve’s reach, “Wait. Loki was here? I thought you said he left. Opened the Bi-Frost or whatever. Disappeared.” Almost growling, Steve ran desperate hands through his blonde hair, ignoring Bucky and turning to Natasha, “We need to let Fury know. Set a perimeter. Loki won’t be able to get off the planet, not without help anyway.” “Fury’s involved? Steve, what is going on?” Jabbing a finger into the chest of his best friend, Steve spun, spitting, “You let Loki kidnap my fiance, that’s what’s going on! And now I have to find her and rescue her before that greasy alien asshole does something else to the woman I love!” Rearing back, Bucky inhaled, lifting his shoulders. If you have to fight a friend, fight fair, he thought. Already Bucky could read violence in Steve’s muscle movement. The graceful way Steve bounced on his toes to build momentum into his fierce throw was minute but effective. Dropping his right arm, just a touch before stepping into his swing, Steve's eyes screamed murder and they were locked onto James Buchanan Barnes. A swish of air brushed at Buck's dark hair as the blow missed. Bucky easily blocked the punch, grabbing his pal at the wrist and twisting until his chest was pressed into Steve’s back. It was as fluid as the ballet you had forced them to attend a few months back, quick and clean movements, executed flawlessly. Bucky felt Steve spin in his grasp, planting his feet, preparing to toss the Winter Soldier on his ass. His counter maneuver was a leg sweep, one Bucky was ready to use, when Steve went limp in his grip. Natasha had sucker punched her mission partner in order to get his attention, “Steve. You gotta relax. Bucky didn’t know and you’re drawing attention. Too many eyes around here, ya know?” Natasha waved to Tony, a gesture that said, no worries, everything is ok over here. It was enough to satisfy the playboy, who turned back to his cocktail and conversation with Rhodes. “I'm fine. It's fine. I’m just…” unable to find the right word, spiraling, Steve sagged towards the ground. Catching him at the waist Bucky steadied his woozy friend as Natasha brushed off help from the other guests. Returning to the pair of soldiers out of time, The Black Widow, barely containing her disgust, “Bucky, get him inside. Steve, I'm sending everyone home, then I’m going to make a call.” True to her word, Natasha whispered something to Tony and Pepper, Bucky clocking their reaction of concern for both you and Steve. It was very clear to the Sergeant that The Avengers were not in on this mission. None of them were permitted to hang around the farm house with Nat going so far as to walk out with Clint and Rhodes. Bustling Steve into the kitchen, Bucky kicked a chair free from the table, dropping his buddy on his ass. Still a little amped up from the almost altercation outside, Bucky decided to put a bit of distance between him and his childhood friend, resting his hip against the counter, "What the hell was that, Steve?" "Stay out of it, Bucky." "It's too late for that, punk. Either you start talking or we take this back outside." Side eyeing the super soldier with a metal arm, Steve tugged at the corner of a pretty place mat sullenly, "Fuck you." "Language!" "You think I give a shit about bad words? Now? No… things are too far gone." Waving his hand, begging for more, "Care to elaborate, Cap?" Steve had a second to consider his options. He could let Bucky in, tell him what was going on, hear his opinions on the situation at hand. Or… not. "You don't need to be involved. Once Nat gets back, it's best if you go." Thunking into the opposite seat, Bucky leveled his grey gaze on his pal, "And if I say no?" "Look, it's an off the record thing. Tony, the rest of them? They know nothing. I don’t need you sticking your nose in-" That was all it took for the dam of Bucky’s own outrage to burst. With a wood rattling slap to the custom built dining table, open palm connecting enough to make Steve jump, "Damn it, Rogers! My nose is in this already. Hell, you were ready to half kill me over this… over her, not fifteen minutes ago!" Sighing, hard and heavy, Captain America pressed back in the wooden chair. He saw the questions in Bucky's look, the need to unravel this mystery, the desire to find a way out for his friends. And Steve realized that to accept his buddy's help, Bucky would need the full story. The truth hurts and Buck's words stung Steve. Bucky was right and in the end, he reasoned, they might need him to help bring down Loki. After a second of consideration, a rough hand sliding through his blonde locks, "Fine. FUCK! Fine. What do you know?" Crossing his arms over his chest, stern voiced but curious, Bucky started, "Just you and Nat reporting to Fury? Small team." "Small mission. At least, at first." Trying not to give anything away, making Bucky work for it felt good, almost like a return to his life before Loki, before you. Tapping his metallic finger on the table, Bucky resumed his questions, "So, how does Loki figure into this?" Leaning forward, Steve lowered his voice, “Weapons tech. Power. More than when he attacked New York. He’s been off world gaining followers, an army, and a throne.” “So the plan was to keep Loki away, right?” Nodding, Steve’s inflection solemn, “By any means necessary.” Rocking his head back, as if slapped, Bucky’s eyes widened. Just the implication of those words, by any means necessary, used by Nick Fury meant that this mission was crossing a line from mundane into murderous. "And she was your way in." It started to take shape, the whole sorted plan, Natasha’s involvement and Steve’s role in it all. Bucky felt that prickly sensation again. Bowing his golden head, Steve shook it yes, "Only… I wasn't brought in… I… volunteered." "Ok, but why?" Inching closer to the truth, waiting out the Captain, Bucky nodded for him to continue. When Steve wasn't forthcoming, Bucky nudged his foot with a sharp kick, eager to accelerate the story. For a second that frantic, frenzied energy flashed through the room again, pulling on Bucky's sixth sense, "Because I wanted what Loki had… who Loki had. I wanted her, so bad Bucky. So bad." “Steve… come on, man. There are other girls out there-” Cutting his friend off with a shout, “Why should that asshole have her? He doesn’t deserve her. Before he left, she was always so sweet, so cute… then he… abandoned her! Left her! Man, that was… just so hard to see.” “Yea… I know. I mean, I remember when she and Loki were together. And I know his leaving was hard on her.” “Hard on her? She… she stopped eating, stopped sleeping. God, I could hear her crying all night. Know how hard it was to keep away? To know that Loki had forgotten her?” Steve kept talking, about you, about loving you, and the lengths he went to in an effort to court you. He followed up with all the ways you denied him, over and over, until Natasha intervened. That all of it played into Fury’s plan was a convenient cross-point, coincidence, until things had gone wrong this afternoon. Bucky let him tell his story, knowing full well it was merely a version, a fairy tale wrapped around the rotten apple of truth. In Steve’s world he was the hero, wronged by fate, Fury and Loki Odinson. His path had been paved with good intentions and pure hearted motives. It was everyone else who misunderstood, miscalculated and mistook his actions. Could Steve be blamed for that? Of course, this edition of Steve’s tale didn't include beating up a cuffed prisoner. It also omitted the fact that Steve had been pursuing you while actively lying about Loki's whereabouts. Glossing over the details allowed Steve to paint a picture highlighting the best of him, but Bucky had known the little punk a long time. During a long pause that found Steve with his head in his hands, Bucky took a deep breath and asked, “And how did you and Fury know what Loki was up to?” “He was sending mission reports weekly. Loki had been tasked with helping promote peace across the Nine Realms. That he gained so much was the tipping point. Fury felt like a return to Earth would be 2012 all over again, only this time… total annihilation.” Something was still nagging at Bucky, “Had Loki made any threats?” A guilty look passed over the face of Captain America and his normally solid voice wavered, “Not that I was told about.” “So, Fury...?” “Fury needed… no, that’s not right. He wanted to keep close tabs on Loki, monitor his return, his mood, his movements, if he ever came back.” “And since she was his lover, she was a potential point of contact… the entry point?” “A possible one.” “If you were dating her and Nat was posing as her friend, then you’d know if Loki reached out, spilling the details on his plans, and be able to head him off at the pass.” “Exactly!” Oddly proud, Steve was almost happy that he no longer carried the burden by himself. Sure, Natasha knew, had even engineered some of it, but having a friend on his side made Steve feel better. “But Loki didn’t do that? He surprised you today?” Blowing out a frustrated snort, “Natasha went to meet him at the base. Apparently, the high and mighty Prince expected to be greeted by Fury and his forgotten lover.” “That didn’t sit well with the God of Mischief?” “Nope. Somehow he froze Nat. Confined her, I don’t know… Anyway, he came here and…” Trailing off, Steve could still picture his lady’s body, your body bent under his own, your eyes pressed shut in ecstasy. How you ground against what looked like his own sculpted skin, moaning through an orgasm that appeared amazing, and left you with shaky legs. Going silent, Bucky didn’t push, not this time, but he did feel the moment Steve surrendered fully. His shoulders let go with a deep inhale, his voice sounding like that scrawny kid from Brooklyn after a bad scrape, "She loves him, man. And I fucked up. Loki’s got my girl and I don't have any way to find her or fight him." Tears? Sighs? This wasn't Steve. No, Captain America was an unstoppable, unflappable hero. Spinning out was Bucky's move, not Steve’s. Putting his fleshy hand on Steve’s shoulder, trying to console the broken man in front of him, "Come on, kid. There's always a way to win. It's what you and I have been doing for over a century." “Not this time, man.” "Why not? Did you come clean? That’s why she left, isn’t it? You told her what was going on and she went after Loki." Shame filled Steve’s heart, his cheeks burning, "I… I didn’t get the chance. She left here, but not alone." "She'll be back." Words, pathetic platitudes, were all Bucky could offer. He had seen you tonight, skittish and jumpy. He saw Steve’s reaction to your disappearance, angry and hurt. Bucky thought that a snowball in hell stood a better chance than you're returning. "Not happening. I lost it on her, Buck. Smashed up mom's dresser, yelled… It was like being outside myself, watching myself do and say these terrible things. And it wasn't her fault. Not really. I mean, yea, she fucked him but he was me, so-" "Whoa. Stop. Say that again?" Steeling himself to relieve this afternoon’s nightmare again, Steve swallowed hard, "Loki, you know how he can… shape shift? Well, he came here as me and I walked in on myself screwing my girl!" Bucky's eyebrows lifted, his full lips curling into a cockeyed grin, "Wait. You're telling me that you came home and saw yourself banging your future fiancé?" Pausing, catching Bucky barely holding back a smirk, "Yea… why?" And for some reason, after all the incredible things Steve had shared tonight, it was the idea of Steve catching himself balls deep in your naughty bits that made Bucky laugh. Once he started, Bucky couldn't control the mad giggles from overtaking him, much to Steve’s astonishment. But then Steve laughed, too, "I guess it is pretty funny, when you think about it." "I mean, your face must have been priceless!" Clutching his stomach as the laughter grew stronger, Bucky had tears running down his cheeks at the image Steve described. Sure, it was a horrible thing, but who could say that they watched themselves having sex like that without being in porno? It took them both a minute to calm down, with Steve settling enough to counter, "Shit, Buck! I was pissed! I probably looked crazy." "That I do believe. What did you say to her? Them?" Now his face flushed scarlet, burning with embarrassment. The lie was just easier to get out, "Um… I don't really remember. I know I surprised Loki and well, my girl fainted from being used by him. The shock of it not being me, ya know?" Bucky didn't buy it, but he let his friend sell the story anyway, "Must have been scary for her. And that's when you secured Loki in the locked shed? And set Nat as your watchdog?" "Yup." Unable to meet his friend’s stormy stare, knowing that it would undo him completely, Steve focused on the edge of the table, running his fingers back and forth along the rough wood. If this were an interrogation and Bucky were sitting across from a suspect and not his best friend, he’d have no problem beating the guilty man into submission. But Steve was his strongest connection to this world, this time, and it was hard to walk away from family, even if they didn’t deserve the benefit of your doubt. To that end, one thing still bothered Bucky, "Why not cancel the party, man?" "Because I still want to marry her." Pulling the small black box from his front pocket, Steve toyed with the thing, his vision of a future with you still so close to realized. Whistling at the size of the sparkly rock enshrined in white gold, "Fancy. What do you think your chances are? Think she'll say yes?" "My chances went down to zero the second Loki dropped down to Earth. As for her answer… Dunno. I… I hope so, but now…", Steve faded off, knowing there was little hope for your romantic reunion if he didn’t have a clear idea of where you were at the moment. "Now Loki’s back." "Right." “And they’re gone, together.” “Right.” “And Fury’s on his way.” Striding in on impossibly high heels, Natasha folded her arms over her chest, eyeing the two gossiping men in front of her. It was going to be a long night. --- Somehow you had made it to the treeline undetected, using the orchard as a shield, ducking behind trunks as you and Loki scrambled toward the edge of the property. You couldn't help looking over your shoulder, checking for pursuit, worrying that Steve or Natasha were going to find the pair of you. There was no possible way they would let you get away, not after today, not with Loki. It was a bit treacherous, though. There was only natural light to guide you through twisted branches and raised roots, so your progress was slower than you wanted, but Loki was with you. Even beaten and bruised, he radiated calm, a soothing balm for your frayed nerves. Something about that made this whole situation seem better, manageable. You were no longer alone, Loki was here, holding your hand, not directing you but consulting. "Pet… the roadway is up ahead. Stay here, tucked out of sight." Pulling your long lost lover close, a small kiss passed between you, a passionate promise to sit still. Stepping tentatively out onto the gravel filled shoulder, Loki surveyed the highway quickly. When he was satisfied that the coast was clear, Loki waved at you, motioning you forward. Striding confidently at your side, Loki stopped in the dead center of the yellow lines, his grounding arm around your waist. A car, low, black, expensive, came racing round the bend, barreling towards you. Tucking your chin to Loki's chest, you gripped him tight, readying for the car's impact. A roar of wind swirled around you, grabbing at your skirt, whipping around your legs. For a second you thought you'd been struck. Breathless, your lungs emptied. There was nothing solid under you, just the feeling of Loki and a current of warm air. Next, you felt the impact of hard earth under your feet, vibrating through your shins, then Loki's grip loosening a touch, "Ok, darling?" Peeking from under his arm you saw lights everywhere. A bar was to your left, filled with noisy drinkers, barely discernible from the traffic around you. Honking horns made you jump, "Where the hell are we?" "Cleveland. I can't yet take us off world. I'm still a bit weak, I'm afraid… but at least we have a bit of a head start on Rogers and Fury." People pushed past you on their way to dinner, chirping happily, not seeing you in their tunnel vision. Being anonymous was a nice change, welcome even, as your personal life had been lost to Steve's intergalactic presence. On the busy streets of Ohio no one took notice of the two well dressed people standing on the damp sidewalk. "Um, you changed?", no longer sporting his battle gear, Loki was dapper in a black suit with an ebony tie. Leaning closer you straightened it, not because it was crooked, but because you needed to feel it… him. The whole look was just shy of too much, but that was the space Loki filled best and honestly, looking at him made your heart swell. Loki was back, and yours. After more than two years, having him close again felt natural, easy. In so many ways, the opposite of your life with Steve. As if somehow sensing your tug into nostalgia, Loki knuckled your chin up, "Just keeping up with you, love." His nose brushed against your own, so weirdly intimate and innocent for a man who had slapped your ass red only hours ago. Resting his forehead to yours, you inhaled that magical combination of burning sparklers, broken in leather with just a hint of honeyed citrus, "God, I forgot how great you smell." "Hmm… dove, there is nothing on Asgard that smells or tastes as wonderful as you. Believe me. I looked." "Careful Loki… people will say we're in love." At your cheekiness, Loki claimed your lips, his hands sliding over the soft fabric of your dress. Clinging to him, unwilling to let go now that he had returned, you puffed out a pouty sigh as Loki withdrew. “Norns. You know how badly I want you again? I can barely think straight for wanting you.” Oblivious to everything around you, lost in the sweeping pools of Loki’s desire filled expression, you toyed with his collar, “We have a lot of catching up to do, for sure.” “I’d love to get reacquainted-” here he paused to lick over his full lower lip, hunger for you dripping from every word, “-but we are on the run from the Earth’s mightiest heroes.” Snickering, you rolled your eyes at the thought of the Avengers, hours away eating charcuterie in Steve’s backyard. Stepping back, you sighed, “You’re right. So, have you got a plan?” Hanging in the air, your sentence had just left your mouth, your tongue still savoring the syllables when a sizzling crack snapped next to your ear. Swinging you away, forcing you to the sidewalk, Loki spun in a blaze of green. Crouched over you, snarling, “Fury! Always a pleasure to see you.” Stepping from the blazing golden circle supplied by Dr. Strange, Fury crossed onto the Cleveland sidewalk from your now empty garden party, weapon trained on Loki’s broad chest. “Wish I could say the same, Loki. You know it’s time to end this. Let’s take our… deliberations back to the office. Talk about this man to man.” A barking laugh left your lover, “Man to man? I am a GOD! And you… you are pathetic. Your attempts to keep me off Earth, imprisoned, away from my woman have all failed.” “Where are you going to go? You can’t get off the planet without help. My help. And it’s yours, Loki, if-” “If I come quietly? Tail between my legs, submissive and compliant?” As the words left his mouth, you watched, focused on the way Loki was shifting closer to you. The long fingers of his right hand were visible, reaching back for you, a silent signal of his escape plan. Fed up and furious, Nick Fury’s voice was flat with frustration, “Loki. Enough. Let’s do this somewhere people aren’t.” “Oh, I don’t know, this seems as good a place as any!” Circling Loki, edging nearer, Fury tried reasoning, “Endangering civilians isn’t going to make things easier. You know that.” “You know, I’d love to talk about how you betrayed me. How you stonewalled my lady… how you put Captain America in my place, as if he could ever be worthy of her. But, I’m a little busy at the moment.” Snapping his fingers, you jumped to your feet, grabbing for Loki’s outstretched hand. The second your palm connected that feeling of floating overcame you once more. This time you were ready for the roar of traveling through space by Loki’s magic, the push of meeting the ground, the curl of Loki’s body against yours. Blinking, you opened your eyes on new scenery, the chill of a beautiful sea soaked morning breaking around you. Straightening the coat of his pristine suit, Loki smiled at you as his fingers wove between your own, “New Asgard. My brother’s realm, now ruled by Valkyrie, by his abdication. We need to find him. He has a lot to answer for.” --- "Just what in the hell happened? I thought I was very clear about avoiding this exact problem." Pacing, hands firmly on his leather belted waist, Nick Fury growled at the bent head of Steve Rogers. "Now Loki’s on the run, dragging your… Well, what is she exactly Captain? Girlfriend? Fiancé? Mark? along for the ride." At those harsh words, Steve started, ready to focus his own anguish somewhere, anywhere. Fury was as good a target as any, as far as Steve was concerned. Pushing off the paving stones, he was stalled from rising by Natasha's firm hand and quiet words, "We have an idea-" "I don't want ideas. Not from you two. What I want are answers, Romanoff, and I want them now." Sitting on the emptied bench of the picnic table, still covered with your pretty tablecloth and jars of peonies, Natasha sighed, "I didn't have time to alert Steve. Loki made it here first and… reconnected-" "Is that what we're calling it?" Snapping, Nick glared from his good eye, his last name never more appropriate. Exhaling deeply, Natasha Romanoff squared her shoulders, "Sir, Loki… manipulated the circumstances." "Just what in the hell does that mean?" All three available eyes locked onto Steve, “What it means, Fury-” lifting his golden head with a jaw clenched tight, “- what it means, is that the son of a bitch showed up here and had his way with my woman. “After Loki… took advantage of her, I had him. He was contained, here, in my shed. It was modified with the restraints Tony provided with Thor’s direction.” “And still, he got away?” Disbelief clouded every syllable from Fury. That his two top agents had failed and so badly, had the normally stoic director steaming. Standing now, Steve was almost chest to chest with the man who’d been pulling the strings of this entire operation. Natasha, watching closely, knowing that she would only be able to subdue one of them if it came to it, gently palmed the dagger concealed in her waist band. Steve thrust forward, brushing past Fury before facing him once more, “Yea, Nick. He did. He got away.” “Do you know how?” Fury’s fingers were curled around his pocket taser, just in case Captain America needed a jolt, reminding him of who was calling the shots here. It wouldn’t do much except give Nick a head start, but with the Captain looking so rough and so raw, the SHIELD director would take any advantage available. “We believe that… he was set free.” Natasha didn’t want to say the words. You had let Loki go, that much she knew to be true, and she supposed that it made some sort of sense. Steve had been right all along. You and Loki did have some cosmic connection that even time and distance couldn’t eliminate. Intervening for the sake of Fury’s mission and Steve’s pining heart, Natasha had no qualms about why she’d guided you into a relationship, in fact, she still believed that he was a better man for you than Loki. But no. No matter what Rogers did, you had never let go with him like you had with the younger son of Odin. Not that you complained. You had taken all of Natasha’s words of praise, her seemingly well intentioned advice, her flat out advocating for Steve in stride. Sure, your friendship suffered for it. Natasha, never having been one for close ties to anyone, had enjoyed the talking and gossiping. It was nice to have a girl around the tower. One who understood period cramps and cravings. A person who would put on high heels and makeup for a night of dancing then suggest hoodies and shorts for watching Pride and Prejudice. That was over now. When she had been, well, frankly, overpowered by Loki and his new paralyzing weaponry, Natasha knew the plan for a peaceful capture of the prince was over. Having seen the aftermath of your reunion with the space god, having seen Steve’s seething anger, the Black Widow felt her own ire spike. Didn’t you know how hard she had worked? How tireless her efforts had been to keep you and Loki apart? Just how invested she was in joining you and Steve together? It was like you wanted to throw all of that away, squandering those bonding moments where you had become something more than a mission, those times when you were Natasha’s only real friend. Couldn’t you just go along with the plan, unknowing, quietly? She knew you couldn’t, wouldn’t. It wasn’t in your nature. So, channeling that frustration into the cold facade that so many had seen just before they met their end, Natasha had to compartmentalize the “you” she cared about away from the “you” she was responsible for trailing. Both had pissed her off. Now, hearing the gruff grumble of Director Fury bearing down on her, Natasha could only accept the berating tone of his hard words. He wasn’t wrong. She and Steve had fucked up royally, the whole mission was blown, and while Bucky had certainly aided in your escape, he was blameless collateral damage. The consequences fell to you and the Captain. Killing you was going to be hard for them both, but if it had to be done, so be it. Shrugging, Natasha started again, “Nick, we have a tracker on her. We know that she and Loki made it to Cleveland, but he can’t get away from Earth without some aid.” “Well, that’s good to know, if only it was some new intelligence. You’re tracking her? Great! Where is she now? Don't know huh? Well, she and Loki tele-ported from a city sidewalk, in front of me and hundreds of civilians, with no word on their next destination. “And make no mistake. Loki will find a way off of this planet and when that happens, there’ll be nothing else we can do.” “So what? Let him go! He’s won, Nick. It’s over.” Throwing himself down onto the bench, Steve’s dejected voice breaking, he slumped over his feet. “That’s not an option Cap. Loki is more powerful now than he’s ever been. You both read the reports. He wasn’t just hanging around on Asgard. No, Loki was negotiating peace between his native realm of Jotunheim and his adoptive home. He was gifted with tools and technology that no human could hope to wield. Earth ending stuff, Captain.” “Whatever plans you had of making peace are over now. There’s no way Loki gives us any help… and why would he after all this?” “Rogers, I’ll do whatever I must to keep this planet and the creatures on it safe. Loki is a threat to that, just by existing. With his new powers, high placed connections and intergalactic royal title, he had the potential to be unstoppable.” Seething breath puffed out the chests of the two men standing toe to toe. Machismo made Natasha want to vomit. Men. “Look, I’ll go after them. Steve, stay here, in case she reaches out. I’ll take the quinjet and trace their path.” Standing now herself, Natasha turned to the depressed super soldier, patting his arm, “Bucky’s still here. I’ll let you know when I’ve found anything.” “No. Nat, I can’t let you go alone. It’s my fault, too.” “You’re no good to me like this, Rogers.” “But, She’s-” Cutting him off, Natasha stepped closer to Nick, “I know, but you’re too involved. If tough choices need to be made, can you?” Gulping hard, passing a rough hand over his face, Steve frowned, “I can do my duty, if that’s what you’re asking.” “Steve.” Her tone said it all the words she wouldn't vocalize. I don’t trust you, not now, not like this. I don’t believe you will have my back at the cost of the woman you claim to love. I don’t think you can do the job. Fury didn't allow her the chance to elaborate, jumping in with his definitive voice, “Natasha’s right, Rogers. You’re staying right where you are, on the bench. Romanoff and I are going to resolve this issue without any further problems.” Half hearted, strength sapped, Steve raised his eyes to the leather clad figures before him, “Please. Please, Nick… Nat. Don’t hurt her.” “I promise, Steve. I won’t.” And in the second, all three knew she was lying.

--- Finding Thor’s shanty was easier than you expected. A friendly fisherman was only too happy to point you in the right direction. What you saw upon arrival was not entirely what you had expected when visiting Loki’s brother. It was a beat up looking cottage, surrounded by empty cases of cheap Midgardian beer, crumpled take out containers, and a collection of well fed seagulls situated near the edge of the village, “Ugh. What a pig.” “Loki! It’s… charming?” Your admonishing whisper turned the statement into a question at the sight of Loki’s disgusted face. For a second you just stood at Loki’s side, staring at the weather beaten front door, your hand clasped in his strong one. “It’s disgusting.” Agreeing with a small nod, “Um, yes. Yes, it is. But, this is your brother’s house and you said we needed to talk to him. Step one is ringing his bell.” “No. I won’t do it.” You had forgotten about this side of Loki. Fastidious, precise and obstinate, Loki could cop an attitude that had the ability to drive someone crazy. Someone like you. Over the last two years it had been easy to forget all the little things that made Loki prickly. It was even easier to forgive him. Since he’d left, you had looked at your life together through rose glasses, through a gentle fog of missing him, and those elements of your relationship that were less than perfect had been abandoned. Now, standing outside the hovel that Thor called a home, as a fresh day dawned over New Asgard, you were reminded of all those imperfect things that came with loving Loki. A wave of need, love, and longing for him rolled over you. All of those imperfections made you perfect for each other. Rising up on your toes you pressed a small kiss to Loki’s pout, taking the tall God by surprise, “What was that for?” Shyly grinning, you bit into your bottom lip, “I missed you… missed kissing you.” “Then perhaps you should come over here again?” That was all the invitation you needed. Stepping into Loki’s space, your chest resting against his own, you savored the nearness of him, as himself. He wasn’t playing at being Steve. Loki was here, he was with you, and if you weren’t mistaken his hands were drifting down your backside. The rush of it, well, it was familiar and new at the same time. How Loki seemed to inhale your breath, inhale you, as his mouth opened to accept your lips. His gentle exhale, a moan, as his tongue licked over your own. It was overwhelming. It was wonderful. Stepping back, you started to pull away, only for Loki to wrap his arms around your waist, “Not so fast, darling.” Losing yourself, you focused solely on the firmness of his body, the weight of his hands on your hips, the intensity of Loki’s desire. Intoxicating, heady, you leaned into those feelings. Kissing Loki back, you tangled his hair in your hand, earning another one of those sultry sounds that made your legs weak. How had you lived without the passion and pleasure he provided for so long? A smashing crash broke the quiet morning causing you to jump in Loki’s embrace, “What the hell was that?” Immediately on the defense, Loki pushed you behind him, crouching into a protective stance. From over his broad shoulder you watched, worried about the new danger coming your way, unsure how to help your reactive lover. Another rattle had Loki palming his dagger, anticipating an attack. That’s when a raccoon, bigger than your childhood terrier, scuttled from under an overturned trash can carrying what looked like a half eaten slice of pizza in its mouth. “Appalling! Mother would be modified!” Loki cursed as he offered you his hand, kicking away an empty glass bottle, "Why is he living like a dirty animal, surrounded by trash? One would think they were back on Sakaar!" “I don’t know what’s going on with Thor, but we came here for a reason. Let’s get it over with, ok?” Loki shook his head, refusing to step any closer, “He’ll have to come out here. I won’t go inside this… dilapidated shit box.” Sighing, “Fine. Fine, I’ll do it.” Stepping around a pile of broken electronics, you carefully picked your way to the front door, gracefully knocking on the splintering wood. After an answerless few seconds, you tried again, rapping lightly with your knuckles before turning to flash Loki a small smile. That’s when you noticed the striking woman striding towards you and your returned lover. “My, my… is that pretty Prince Loki I see?” Even her voice was sexy, you thought, as the sarcastic words dripped from her full lips. The swaggering stranger radiated cool, calm, sensual energy. Otherworldly energy that made you feel mortal and boring. You couldn’t help tugging your skirt straight and fluffing your hair as she got closer. “Ah… Valkyrie! How are you?” Hugging her tightly when she opened her arms, Loki found that he was genuinely happy to see the fierce, battle tested warrior. Smirking at your man, she countered, “That’s King Valkyrie to you. Your brother crowned me, or have you forgotten?” “On the contrary. It seems like he finally realized what I’ve known all our lives.” “Which is what, exactly?” “He’s not fit to be the ruler of Asgard, obviously.” Drawing right up to Loki, hands on her hips, Valkyrie leveled her dark eyes at his, “What would you know about ruling, Mischief?” “Enough to know that you’re good at it. Enough to know that I no longer want to be the King of Asgard.” “Is that so? And what’s changed your mind?” At those skeptical words, Loki wound an arm around your waist, tugging you close, “I’ve got more… important concerns these days.” Looking you over with her shrewd, searching gaze, but speaking to Loki, “And she likes you? Are you sure?” Laughing, the sound deep and rich, “As much as you like fighting and drinking.” “I hardly drink anymore. As King I have mead only on important occasions, I have to keep my wits about me the rest of the time.” Sharing a laugh, the two shared another small hug before Valkyrie turned to you directly, “Alright. Who’s this then?” Loki started to respond but you cut him off, extending a hard towards the newly crowned King of Asgard, “Uh, I can answer for myself, thank you, Loki. Valkyrie is it? Nice to meet you. And, yes, I love Loki.” Making a face that was part disgust, part pride, Valkyrie smirked, “Love? Oh no. Hasn’t anyone told you yet? Loving the Odinson boys is hard on a girl.” Pulling Loki in for a small kiss, taking him by surprise, “I’ll take my chances.” Shrugging nonchalantly, “Suit yourself.” Focusing on Loki once more, Valkyrie shifted on her feet, “Listen, if you’re looking for Thor, he’s not here.” “Oh? And where exactly is the lovable oaf?” Hitching a thumb over her shoulder, pointing up the hill, “At the palace… the new palace, that is. You can come and, please, don’t forget your girlfriend.” Falling in line behind the King, Loki couldn’t help but add, “You know Val, I think I liked you better when you were drunk.” Snorting in response, “And I know I liked you better when I was drunk, weird right?” Bringing up the rear, your own sarcastic comment dying on your throat when the Palace of New Asgard came into view. Banners of gold shimmered in the light of the rising sun, flapping in the breeze of the young morning, beckoning you closer. You hugged Loki’s arm tighter, excited and exhilarated by the sight before you. “Home is a people, not a place. Those were some of my father’s last words to Thor and I… and while I can never take you to the place where I grew up, this… this is the home of my people.” “Loki… it’s beautiful!” Valkyrie, stopping so you could both catch up, “It’s getting there. Thor’s been a huge help. Come on, let's show you around the palace and let your brother know you’re here.” ---To Be Continued!

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