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larryfanficwriter98 · 3 years

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Chapter Twenty-One

{Falling In Love Through The Phone}

Very anti-climatic but very important piece that needed added into. We're getting closer to the time jump!!

A few days passed with Harry on the phone with his management team arguing about California. So, it didn't come as a surprise when Louis came home after work to see Harry's carry-on packed with a few things of clothes and his passport, wallet and three sets of keys on the coffee table.

"I hope you're not leaving right away." Louis said

"Unfortunately, I am. I have to leave for the airport soon." Harry said from where he was looking at his phone.

"Want me to come with you?" Louis asked

"No, I'll only be gone a few days. It won't be worth it." Harry said looking at him though his face told Louis a different story. He gave a half smile before he kissed Louis' cheek and headed upstairs. Louis waited a few minutes before he followed him into their room to see Harry looking for something in the closet.

"Can I help?" Louis asked to dispel the weird gut feeling he was getting

"I just need a - can I take this?" Louis raised an eyebrow as Harry held up one of Louis' button ups.

"Yeah, but you have your own and mine will be tight on you."

"Can't find mine." Harry said not looking at him as he exited the closet. Louis looked to Harry's clothes and saw five plain white button ups then looked at Harry who was leaving the bedroom as he folded the shirt. Louis knew Harry wasn't able to look at Louis whenever he lied, most of the time they were small harmless lies like if Harry took his car in the middle of the night to fill his gas tank up before it needed it which he did often, but it always denied it. Other times it was if Harry took his card whenever they went out so Louis couldn't pay for anything which Harry also denied but would somehow find his wallet as soon as they get home. He headed back downstairs and folded his arms watched Harry as he tried to look busy but was really just stalling. "Haz… I don't care if you take my whole wardrobe to L.A, but I do care if you're hiding something from me that I should know about. Before I see it online."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he flipped through his passport absentmindedly glancing at Louis briefly.

"Why are you going to L.A?" Louis asked

"Management." Harry said with a shrug

"Yes, I gathered that myself."

"It's nothing. It's just an interview and some p.r. I gotta go. Traffic. Bye. I love you." Harry gathered his things and kissed Louis' lips then cheek before he was out of the house. Louis hugged himself as he stood up and watched through the window as Harry got in the range rover and after a few minutes watched as Harry drove out of the driveway.

Harry kept his head down as he made his way through security with years in his eyed and unable to pull off a full smile. Because the flight was bought a few days ago Harry was seated beside a family in commercial, but he didn't care enough to pay much attention. He had the window seat and took a picture when asked but he knew he wasn't exactly fooling her. His leg was jumpy as he stared out the window occasionally wiping his eyes and opened his phone to look at Louis' Instagram post from a few days ago of reading and rereading the message over and over again. He landed in L.A.X and quickly made his way to his driver then to his L.A home where he slept as soon as he texted Louis he was at the house.

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The eight-hour different brought Louis back to their long-distance relationship. The first day passed by slowly considering he didn't get his first text until eight in the morning California time which was four in the afternoon in Manchester. It was an adjustment that Louis didn't like but knew would have to be done on occasion. Especially when he went back on tour in a year or two. The second day when Louis was checking his Instagram during his morning cereal, he saw the headlines and pictures.

Larry Stylinson Over?! Harry Styles spotted with mystery woman in downtown L.A!

Harry was dressed in black jeans and a plain grey shirt. He and the blond chick were walking down a sidewalk together holding hands. Harry, poor guy was so used to holding Louis' he at first had his hand on the inside making it look really awkward before he changed it. It didn't matter though. Not to Louis. His boyfriend was in Los Angeles holding hands with another woman and had kept the plans from Louis. Louis locked his phone and set it aside as he played with his cereal. Louis kept himself busy, so he didn't realize when five o'clock hit and Harry was calling him inside the mall he was at with Liam, Zayn, and Niall.

"Hi H I can't really talk right now." Louis said by way of answering, the lads looked over briefly but continued to look around the shop.

"Lou, I know you're mad at me just let me explain?" Harry said

"Harry I really can't talk." Louis said looking around before he left the store and sat at the sitting area a few feet away, "I'm at the mall so unless you want someone to overhear this, now isn't a good time."

"I don't care I want to talk."

"Well, I don't. I tried to talk to you, but if you recall you left to get on a plane. So, no I am not going to talk now that it's convenient for you." Louis snapped

"Fine then just listen." Louis pressed his lips together closing his eyes, "they want us to pretend to be broken up...it was the best solution we could agree on. Look I only have to stage with her a few times and we just have to lay low a bit and-"

"No." Louis said immediately

"Louis I need to be connected to a female before the big album release so they can say who it's about. I tried to fight it, but I can't."

"Harry I am not doing this in a mall." Louis said glancing over at a group of girls who were standing just close enough to listen to Louis.

"Louis please. Management needs to link the songs to someone and-"

"They are linked to someone. To me Harry. You’re boyfriend." Louis snapped before he took a deep breath and stood up to turn away from the eavesdroppers.

“Louis we just-“

“No, we don’t need to do anything. You do. I will not be forced behind steel closet doors because your management is afraid you won’t sell albums if you’re completely gay. Which you are by the way. In case you’ve forgotten. You’re not bisexual, you’re not straight questioning, I’m not an experiment Harry and I’ll be damned if you’re management makes it out like that. We are still together! We are not broken up. They can’t just thrust a girl at you while you’re in a relationship and make you straight. I will not hide the fact that I love you to appease your management’s homophobia. If you want to do that then fine, but don’t expect me to do it with you. Now I am going to hang up and when you are back home, we can talk privately, but for now we are no longer talking. I will not argue with you while you are thousands of miles and eight hours behind. I refuse to fall asleep and have to wait eight hours for you to respond so we can resume our argument. You be straight for the next few days, be a lady’s man, be whatever your management needs you to be, but just know when you come home you have two choices. Our relationship or your Management. I’m going to hang up now. I love you and I’ll see you in a few days.” Louis ended the call before Harry could say anything then without looking back at the group of girls he headed back to the shop where the lads were at still.

“Everything okay?” Liam asked

“We’ll know when he’s back home.” Louis said with shrug

“Do you want to stay over with one of us?” Niall asked

“No.”

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Within a few hours the girls’ video of Louis on the phone was viral and predictably “sources close to Harry Styles” claimed Harry found some women attractive. Louis rolled his eyes and kept his phone locked most of the days completely ignoring social media. Only four days of the original six passed before Louis was woken up in the middle of the night by the alarm going off only for it to be turned off within a few seconds. Louis pushed himself to sit up on the bed just as it was opened. Harry walked into the room; he didn’t look at the bed only headed to the closet to set his bag down.

“What are you doing home early?” Louis asked tiredly as he pulled the covers around him, Harry looked at him and smiled softly

“You went viral. Management couldn’t make me bisexual anymore.” Harry said as he sat on the bed, “They had something on you.” Louis pulled his eyebrows together and moved to sit up better to look at him.

“What? What do you mean?”

“They told me, but I didn’t get to see it until I was in Los Angeles or else, I’d have told you about it.” Harry said as he handed his phone to Louis, “It’s from Uni days or something. I’m not…I don’t care about what is that video, but if it had gotten out it’d ruin your image for a long while.” Louis stared at the video that was paused already knowing what it was.

“I was drunk. I didn’t know he was recording. I hardly even remember this night and he promised to delete it once we broke it off.” Louis said

“Well, he didn’t or maybe he did and found it in his cloud and wanted money. Either way he sent it to my management team, and they used it to their advantage to try and get me with a woman. I watched the first minute of it but once I realized what it was, I ended the video. It’s clear you were drunk, it felt wrong seeing it. I’m sorry though…that this came up.” Harry said as he looked at him, “I love you Louis, but I’d do anything to protect you even if it meant breaking up. If it meant leaving you so you could be happy without worry, then I’d do it.” Harry said tearfully

“Harry-“

“No let me finish. I don’t want to drag you into this only for something like this to come up again. We paid the guy off and he is on a contract now, but that doesn’t mean there may be another guy who knew you and has a video of you. I don’t care about your past relationships, I don’t care if you partied with the wrong crowd for a few months, I just care that you’re happy and if it won’t be with me then I understand. I do. It’ll hurt like hell, but I’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy. I’ll get you an apartment and I’ll be your friend, or I’ll move to my London home or I’ll- I don’t know. I’ll hide our relationship...I’ll hunt down anyone who knew you in Uni and make them sign contracts and pay for their silence. Whatever it is, I just need to know what you want me to do.” Louis got on his knees and kissed Harry cupping his face gently in his hands

“I only got super drunk and did a bit of weed here and there. I danced nude sometimes on the tabletops, but honestly this is the worst video that should ever show up. I love you Harry and I knew what I was getting myself into when we went public. I’m sorry that it did show up and I’m sorry your management used it against you and I-“

“You have nothing to apologize for my love.” Harry said hugging Louis close, “Let’s sleep then tomorrow we’ll go on a dinner date and if you eat all your vegetables you can top tomorrow night.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. I want you to top. But only if you eat your veggies that I know you haven’t eaten without me here to remind you.” Louis grinned

“You know me well.”

“I know.” Louis kissed him again before the settled in bed with Louis cuddling into Harry’s chest hugging Harry close to him. Harry held Louis close against his body as well, kissing his head every few seconds until they were sound asleep.

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buoyantsaturn · 4 years

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Give ‘Em Hell, Kid (1/1)

to: @bookplush merry christmas annabel!!

summary: Meg needs a shopping buddy. Nico wants nothing to do with this.

word count: 1,756

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With many of the campers away for the holiday season, camp was looking even more empty than usual. For the first time in months, Nico wasn’t the only one that had to sit alone at his breakfast table, though that didn’t make it any less lonely.

He was about to clean up and move on to the arena when somebody sat down across from him.

“You must be a pretty big loser to be sitting here all by yourself,” Meg told him, getting comfortable.

Nico raised an eyebrow, choosing not to point out the other scarce tables nearby. “You must be a pretty big loser to be sitting across from me right now.”

Meg’s eyes narrowed behind her glasses. “Touche.” She tilted her head curiously. “You know, I think this might be the first time I’ve ever seen you without that blond kid that smells like antiseptic attached to your hip.”

Nico frowned. “You mean...Will? My boyfriend?”

“Sure. Where’s he at?”

“Visiting his mom for the holidays.”

“Do you celebrate?”

“What?”

“The holidays.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “Which one?”

“That’s what I’m asking. So, what is it? Solstice? Christmas? Hanukkah? Or, uh. Another one?”

“Christmas.”

“Really?” Meg wrinkled her nose. “But you’re Pagan.”

“No, I’m Catholic.”

“Your dad is Hades.”

“Okay, fine. Pagan and Catholic.” When Meg gave him a weird look, Nico elaborated simply by saying, “My mom was Catholic.”

Meg leaned forward on the table with her hands folded under her chin. “I see…”

“Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I heard you can get people out of camp,” Meg told him finally.

Nico gave her a tired look. He got enough of this from Hermes kids who wanted to restock their illegal snack supplies. “Yeah. So can you. The border’s right over there, but I don’t recommend making a run for it, since we’re a few miles away from civilization.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Uh, yeah, duh. That’s why I came to you. I need to go to a store.”

“For what?”

“It has come to my attention that I suddenly have siblings. One of them let it slip that they both got me something for insert holiday here, and now I feel bad that I don’t have anything to give them in return. So? What do you say? Take me to the city, and we can steal from some corporations together?”

Nico took a moment to consider this, then sighed. “Yeah, okay. I guess I could surprise Will with a gift when he comes back, then.” He broke out into a grin. “It’ll be an even better surprise when he finds out it’s stolen.”

They ditched their activities for the day so that Nico could shadow travel them into the city. They wandered down the street for a short while, not quite sure what they were looking for just yet, until they walked up to a Target and headed inside.

“Who are you shopping for?” Nico asked as they wandered past the greeting cards at the front of the store.

“Just Miranda and Billie, since everybody else went home,” Meg answered. “But I don’t know what they like, so it’s gonna have to be something kind of generic.”

“Get them flowers.”

Meg stopped in the middle of the aisle. “What.”

Nico turned on his heel to face her, his hands stuffed into his coat pockets as he shrugged. “Demeter kids like flowers, right? Get them flowers. Or, I dunno, pots. Soil.”

“That might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”

Nico frowned. “Hey, I’m just saying what I know.”

“We can literally grow plants from nothing,” Meg reminded him.

Realization slowly dawned on Nico, and he said a nearly silent oh. “Huh. Okay, so that was kind of dumb.” He continued walking, assuming that Meg would follow. “What do you know about them?”

Meg blew out a long stream of air as she thought. “Well, Miranda’s dating Sherman, and she’s my head counselor. And, uh, Billie likes makeup. I think she has a crush on Valentina, but that’s just speculation.”

Nico paused near an aisle end cap. “So, probably not the best idea to get her these gay shoelaces,” he said, holding up a pair of rainbow shoelaces.

“Maybe when she comes out,” Meg said. “Or for her birthday. Whichever comes first.”

They kept heading through the store, occasionally pointing things out to each other as they passed certain aisles, until Nico led Meg down one of the crafting aisles.

“What about something like this?” Nico said, gesturing to an assortment of sketchbooks, then grabbing a pack of multicolored pens off a shelf. “This is what I got for my sister, and she seemed to like it.”

Meg stared at the sketchbooks with deep consideration before she moved further down the row and picked up a smaller book instead. “Maybe not a sketchbook, but one of these journals might be better. And that pack of pens, too. Miranda might not like it all that much, but at least it’ll be useful.”

Meg took the pens from Nico, and stuffed them into one of the pockets of her coat, along with the journal. They weren’t exactly hidden from view since her pockets weren’t all that big, and Nico caught the eye of an employee giving them the stink eye.

Nico made a show of turning to Meg and saying, “You know you can’t just put stuff in your pockets just because you don’t want to carry it. Give those to me.”

Meg frowned, clearly not catching on. “What are you talking about? I thought we--” Nico lightly kicked the toe of her shoe, and Meg stopped herself. “Oh! Uh, okay, fine, whatever!” She shoved the items into Nico’s chest, and continued around a corner.

Nico followed, glancing around the area, though the fluorescent lights didn’t leave a single of the corner unlit. “Damn, there aren’t any shadows in this place. Hang on.”

He unzipped his coat and tucked the journal underneath the fabric, sending it into a shadow that would deposit the object in his cabin, then did the same with the pens.

“How is that any better than my pockets?” Meg demanded, arms crossed.

Nico held open his coat for her to see that the items had completely disappeared. “Because you could’ve been caught. I just sent everything back to camp before anyone noticed anything.”

Meg’s eyes widened in appreciation. “Alright, cool. Let’s go look at makeup now.”

She guided Nico across the store to the overly-bright makeup section, filled with a million products that Nico couldn’t even guess what half of them were supposed to be used for. “Uh, what would Billie want?”

Meg shrugged. “I’unno.” She stepped toward the shelf and started grabbing things at random until her hands were full. Then, she turned back to Nico and shoved it all into his hands. “Okay. Done. Now it’s your turn. What are you getting for Will? A first aid kit?”

Nico tried to think as he stuffed everything under his coat and back to his cabin. “I mean, he wouldn’t hate that…”

Meg punched his arm. “Shut up, you can’t actually get him that. Get him something nicer.”

“Then come up with nicer ideas,” Nico shot back. “C’mon, there’s gotta be some section of the store that’s just full of basic gifts. Let’s find those.”

They wandered a full lap around the store until the registers were in sight, though right as they both turned a corner, they spotted it. The perfect gift for Will. There were rows and rows of ugly Christmas sweaters hung up along the wall, but the best one of them all was tucked away in the corner.

“That is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen,” Nico muttered.

“It’s perfect,” Meg agreed.

On Christmas morning, Nico once again found himself eating breakfast alone at the Hades table. Right as he leaned forward to stuff a bite of french toast in his mouth, something hit him in the back of the head. He found himself getting angry and turned to find whoever assaulted him, though there weren’t any suspicious figures behind him - and besides, he didn’t need to reopen that giant scar across the pavilion floor.

Nico looked down to find whatever had hit him, and saw a small, gift-wrapped package laying on the tile. He picked it up and pulled off the note attached to it.

To: Nico

From: Jesus

Christmas is basically Pagan anyway.

He tore the wrapping off of the gift and found the rainbow shoelaces he’d picked up while he was out shopping with Meg.

He looked toward the Demeter table. Meg offered him a thumbs-up. Nico flipped her off in return.

Will returned a few days after Christmas, unable to spend the full holiday season with his mom since she had to head back out on tour before New Year’s. As soon as he stepped out of the camp van after being picked up at the airport, Nico jumped on him and wrapped him up in a hug.

“Hey. I missed you,” Will told him, returning the hug.

“Missed you, too,” Nico told him. “It’s boring having to eat all by myself every day.” Will rolled his eyes, and Nico pulled away just quick enough to see it. “Come with me, I got you something.”

He dragged Will back to his cabin - allowing Will a second to drop his suitcase at the Apollo cabin - and handed him the gift bag as soon as Will was seated on Nico’s bed. Will peeked underneath the tissue paper, and glared up at Nico.

“Babe, please tell me you didn’t get me an ugly Christmas sweater,” Will warned him. “I know I told you I’m Jewish, and don’t you dare try to pretend I never mentioned it.”

“No, I know. It’s not a Christmas sweater, I promise. Open it already.”

Will sighed and pulled away the tissue paper. He brought out his gift and let out a loud groan, dropping his head onto Nico’s shoulder. “An ugly Hanukkah sweater isn’t any better, you know! My grandma got me this same thing, and I accidentally left it at home for a reason, Nico! How dare you!”

Nico wrapped an arm around Will with a grin, and pulled him up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m glad you like it!”

“I don’t! Go return it, right now,” Will demanded.

“No way! You got it just in time to wear it on the last night of Hanukkah! And besides, I can’t return something I stole.”

“You WHAT?”

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hanhan156 · 5 years

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The Pandora’s box chapter I

So this is it, I had to make my own Paulchard kiss fic as well even though there are several ones already. I had this idea for a long time and my head was almost like screaming for this to be written down, so here is the result.

Also, I had to break the promise with myself to make only fics with one chapter and I decided to separate this story in two - the two parts have quite different atmosphere and otherwise, it would have been super long.

Hopefully, you'll like my stupid jokes mixed with some fluff and even drama. The tension between Reesh and Paul is tightening!

The Stadium Tour is about to start and Till thinks they still need something to spice their show up a little – like a cherry on top. The perfect solution comes from an unexpected resource, leading into unexpected results.

One could even say that the Pandora's box will finally be opened.

Chapter I

Paul was awoken by distant chattering and panicking voices around. He opened his eyes slightly and saw blurry figures bustling around him.

What in the bloody hell is going on in here?

“Gott im Himmel, did he have an epilepsy attack or what happened? Shit, this is my fault, it was my idea in the first place…” Paul could hear Flake’s usually quiet voice, now loud and trembling.

“It’s nobody’s fault. We just have to make sure his okay,” Till interrupted the panicking keyboardist’s ramble. Of course, he was slightly alarmed as well, but he knew that in this kind of situation, it really didn’t help if everyone around you were being hysteric.

Even though Paul couldn’t see properly, he felt there was somebody holding his hand, stroking it softly at the same time. “I really don’t know what happened, we just have to wait…” the figure sobbed.

Paul got a bit annoyed about all of this. Why was everybody so upset about him suddenly? Without saying anything out loud, he decided he had to sit up. He wasn’t a cripple, for Christ’s sake.

But, his intentions were swiftly interrupted by strong arms.

“Let go of me!” he shouted and didn’t want to admit that moving had made him even dizzier.

“Shh, everything’s fine. You should rest now,” was the only answer he could hear from the same figure who had been holding his hand, now gently pushing him back to the floor.

Paul closed his eyes again and pressed his hand against his forehead. If he wouldn’t have had this terrible headache he would certainly have stood up and walked away from this - just like nothing had happened. “Okay, what’s going on in here?” He tried to pinch himself. Or am I dreaming?

Now, he finally saw that the person who had been next to him the whole time was Richard - his glossy eyes made Paul uneasy. “We…really don’t know, but thank God, you are awake again. We were so worried about you…everything happened so quickly, we didn’t know what we should do.”

Once again, a vague answer. “…okay? What’s going on in here and why are you looking like that?”

Paul tried to focus when his fellow guitarist looked at him straight in the eyes, his gorgeous face still fuzzy for him. “How much do you remember?” Richard’s voice sounded like it was coming from the distance even though they were so close to each other.

Paul tried his best to comprehend this all. “Well, something happened and suddenly, I’m on the floor and you all look like that. Please, can you just tell me, what this shit is all about. I’m sick of these unclear answers of yours.” He felt like the headache - which he’d had the whole day - was getting stronger when he tried to concentrate on thinking.

Till sat down next to them and sighed. “To make it short, you fainted while we were having a rehearsal.”

That sounded extraordinary. He had fainted before in school when he was an adolescent, but never as an adult. “But…why in the hell I’d faint in a rehearsal? Did something…unusual happen before?” Paul tried his best to recall but the incidents before were still so vague - and thinking still made his headache just worse.

All his fellow bandmates looked slightly awkward.

“Maybe Reesh could tell you it…more detailed,” Till managed to say finally.

It all originated from the day before when they’d had a meeting. Most of their upcoming spectacle was already planned - still, that infamous something was missing. Perhaps, some small details, or surprises.

“So, what do you think, should we…spice things up a bit?” Till asked while they were sitting around the round table which had become way too familiar for them during their rehearsals. Richard was yawning visibly - he thought that these meetings were the most boring parts of being a band. And in his opinion, the show was already great enough, so there was no point to add anything anymore.

“What do you mean?” Schneider asked.

“Something a bit unplanned, something which might shock the audience a bit - something political even, but not too much. I don’t know about you, but at least I don’t want to be in jail after our tour is finished.”

Everybody - expect for Richard, who was trying to annoy Paul by poking his toes under the table - tried to think something suitable.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Schneider yelled, and to Paul’s relief, his fellow guitarist stopped his aggravation finally.

“Okay, tell us,” Paul said and glanced his fellow grinning guitarist murderously.

“What if we dressed up as women? It was so much fun in earlier tours when I was Frau Schneider. This time, we all could come up with a female character for each other. I’m sure it would be a success!”

There was some amused snorting and slight giggling. Everybody knew that Schneider was fond of dressing up as a female, but he still didn’t have to suggest that every single time when they were thinking to add something new to their show.

Their singer was the only one who had the guts to say it out loud: “Schneider, even though you love it, dressing up as women is totally out of context. We already agreed that Bück dich is not included, and there are way too many costumes already, so I’m sorry to announce that Frau Schneider or any other female character is not gonna have her magical moment this time.”

Schneider pouted. “Yeah, every time when Till or Reesh has an idea, everybody agrees, but when I’m excited about something, you all think it’s Scheisse.”

“It’s nothing personal,” Till said with a sigh and tried to move the discussion to other subjects, before Richard would start his arguments against the drummer. “Okay, does somebody else have anything in mind?”

After another silent moment, unexpectedly, Flake raised his hand, his eyes fixed on the table. He was so shy and reserved that he always felt uneasy when everybody’s attention was at him. “I-I might have an idea, if it’s ok to tell it.”

“Of course,” rest of his bandmembers said all together. They still didn’t understand, why Flake always had to ask for permission when he wanted to express his ideas and opinions. He was part of the family as much as everyone else.

The keyboardist stood up and started his speech: “Well, in the era of gay rights, I was thinking that we could…well, this is perhaps a stupid idea, but--” He froze for a moment, and Till smiled at him and gestured. “Carry on, it sounds very promising.”

Flake cleared his throat and tried to force a smile on his face. “We could…umm…wave the rainbow flag at some point…you know, for example, when we are boating through the audience. And also…I don’t know from where this came from, but…some of us could kiss each other.”

He could sense the atmosphere getting a tiny bit awkward - or the truth was that everybody was just trying to comprehend what they had just heard, it had nothing to do with Flake. “I…it might be a bit shocking for some people, but not too much, or at least I think so. Besides, it might raise some interesting reactions from the media. Definitely not everybody’s gonna like it, but we could ask ourselves, when our band hasn’t been controversial.”

When Flake stopped, he dared to look at his bandmates, but couldn’t read anything from their expressions. He suddenly started to panic and stuttered: “E-es t-tut mir l-leicht, it was a bad and b-boring idea…maybe Reesh or Paul has something better. I-I’m not good at this…”

Till raised his hand. “Stop it, Flake.” Then he stood up and approached the embarrassed man who was still in front of everyone. Till put his hands on his friend’s shoulders and slowly, a smile was curving on his face. “That’s…a brilliant idea! I’ve always thought that you really are a genius!” Then, to Flake’s horror, Till hugged him. Everybody else was nodding and showing their agreement as well.

“Have to admit, it’s a good idea…”

“Not bad at all…”

Till and Flake came back to the table, the latter man resembling a ghost. Usually, when people were ashamed they started blushing, while Flake always turned completely pale.

“I have to admit that’s a brilliant idea indeed,” Richard said. “So, who do you want to kiss, Flake?”

“I-I didn’t mean it should be me! I…was thinking that maybe someone else…” with better looks and more confidence, he almost added.

“C’mon Flake, it’s not so bad,” Paul tried to convince the keyboardist. “Besides, you can choose whoever you want from the most perfect alternatives of this universe.”

“The man has suffered enough,” Till said because he didn’t want Flake to be any more upset. “I have forced him to do Bück dich and I’m already gonna cook him in the show, so maybe someone else should sacrifice himself.”

“Besides, I don’t want to be involved in the fanfictions which might appear after the…incident, if we decide to include it in our show,” Flake added.

Everybody looked puzzled and Flake thought that maybe he just should shut himself up finally.

“What’s a…fanfiction?” Schneider asked, innocently.

Paul gave a laugh. “Seriously, do you live under a rock or something?”

“Well, I’m sorry that I have a life and I’m not spending all my precious free time stalking the Internet!”

Oliver, who hadn’t said anything yet, clarified their drummer’s question: “Fanfiction means stories from basically anything - or anyone - you can imagine. The writers choose characters from the media they want - for example, us - and write whatever they want. Somebody could write a story about us being vampires in a haunted medieval village or superhero cats in space for example.” Flake was totally relieved that he didn’t have to answer.

Schneider snorted. “But I don’t get it, who wants to make stories…about us? Somebody who doesn’t have any other life?” It was impossible for him trying to figure out, what kind of person would want to write a story about them and even enjoy it.

Richard looked at the distance with a dreamy look. “I definitely like the idea and I’m not against it if people are writing about me.” Then he turned back to Flake and asked: “Can you tell me, from where can I find these fanfictions or what were they called?” A sly smile was forming on his face before he continued: “And why do you know so much about them in the first place, may I ask?”

Flake was an old Star Trek and Star Wars fan, so that was why he knew quite much about Internet and fandom culture. But he didn’t want to it say out loud, that he’d been stalking Rammstein fanfiction as well - just for curiosity, of course. “Well, there’s a site called AO3, if you really want to check it out. But I’ll warn you beforehand, some of the stories are a bit…questionable.”

Richard raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by ‘questionable’?”

Just when Flake was about to answer, again, Oliver made it first: “They are, to be honest, usually pretty gay. Our fans are crazy, I can tell you. And if you want to be more entertained, just go to a site called Tumblr and put our band’s name in the search bar. You won’t be disappointed, I assure you.”

The newly learned facts just arose more interest in Richard. “That’s…fascinating,” he said and was about to start browsing his phone. This sounded way too juicy to skip. He could only wonder what kind of content there was about him on the Internet.

But before anything happened, Till took the phone from the guitarist’s hand and laughed out loud. “Guys, guys, seriously…just check your fanfictions, or whatever they are, later. Now we must concentrate on the show. Only a couple of weeks left, so we have to work hard to polish everything.”

“C’mon Till, you can’t say that you aren’t interested at all what our fans are writing about us!” Richard yelled while Till was busy hiding his phone.

“So, who wants to do the kissing? Any volunteers?” Till asked and didn’t mind about Richard’s piercing gaze. Their lead guitarist looked like a schoolkid whose dad had just taken his Gameboy away.

“So, you are not willing to do it?” Richard asked sarcastically.

“Well, if nobody else wants, I’m up for it, but I just wanted to be polite.”

Richard stood up and announced: “I’ll do it, if no one else wants.” The idea of being involved in fan stories was alluring indeed and besides, he liked to be the center of attention.

“Very well,” Till said.

“So, who am I gonna kiss?”

“You can choose yourself, of course.”

In his heart, Richard already knew the answer, but still, he tried to make the atmosphere tense and was acting like he had hard time choosing. “The one who will have the honor to be kissed by me, is…”

Richard looked one by one at all his familiar bandmembers gathered around the table. Flake was out of question. Oliver was like kissing a tablecloth, so not very tempting. Kissing Till was quite boring, and he was already busy enough on the stage. Schneider would have been a nice alternative, but he was behind the drums all the time, so it might be a bit difficult. That left him only one - and the best - alternative.

“…Paul,” he announced finally, smirking like an idiot to his fellow guitarist.

Till turned to Paul. How I am not surprised at all. “Is it okay for you? And of course, we can rehearse it and stuff, no worries about it.”

“Yeah, it’s…fine,” Paul answered, trying to sound cool even though he felt a bit unpleasant twitch in his stomach when he visualized the kissing with his fellow guitarist. Of course, they’d had that awkward semiromantic moment before when Richard had showed his outfits, but this time, it was going to be public, for thousands of people.

Richard winked to Paul. “So, when are we gonna rehearse this spectacular moment?”

The day was going to end soon, so to Paul’s relief, they didn’t have any time left. “Maybe tomorrow, I really have to get home soon.”

“So, tomorrow it is then. I cannot wait,” Richard whispered right in front of the other guitarist’s face.

Paul was now seriously thinking maybe he should stay at home tomorrow and lie that he has a stomach flu. Then, he wouldn’t have to come and they all could forget the idea.

#rammstein #richard kruspe #paul landers #flake lorenz #till lindemann #christoph schneider #oliver riedel #paulchard kiss #fanfiction #my fics #Europe Stadium Tour 2019

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idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 · 6 years

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I Could Never Stop Loving You

Author: Nat / @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Requested: Yes – Anonymous

Tagging: @1xxmrsalphaxx1 , @obsessed-simply @patzammit , @struggleforausername

Fandom: Avengers

Relationship: Post Established/Pre-Established; Steve x Bucky

Summary: Steve gets hurt fighting Thanos and Bucky remembers everything.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Major Character Injury.

Steve only ever had one goal: protecting Bucky. Steve had essentially become Captain America to save Bucky during World War II. Had the 107thnot been captured, Steve would have had no reason to rush off to war—he would have remained doing USO tours.

It had always been about Bucky.

Bucky was the love of his life, his soulmate.

And for Bucky, it had always been about Steve. Keeping Steve safe and warm and protected and loved. He loved Steve with everything he had, and he would do anything to protect him.

But they lived during a time where they couldn’t show their affection in public. Of course, that didn’t stop them from sharing a one bedroom apartment in one of the biggest underground gay communities in America.

But they couldn’t go on dates, they couldn’t get married, and they couldn’t start a family together. Not that they could afford to do any of it.

(Not that Bucky could remember any of that.)

Then the war started and Bucky got drafted. Steve had been a very vocal support of the war and Bucky had been a very silent disapprover of the war. When Bucky got drafted, he decided to tell Steve that he enlisted.

Bucky didn’t want to disappoint Steve by telling him that he was going to war unwillingly.

But that didn’t make Bucky going off to war and Steve staying not hard. It didn’t make going off to war knowing there was a good chance you weren’t coming back, and even if you did come back, knowing you wouldn’t come back the same person, any easier.

But Bucky just wanted to keep Steve safe.

And Steve wanted to keep Bucky safe.

That’s why when Bucky died, Steve stopped at nothing to take down HYDRA, base by base. He wanted all of HYDRA dead, but he would settle with them captured.

And Bucky’s death was why he never gave Peggy his coordinates. He knew he needed to put the plane in the ocean to save New York, but he lied when he said he didn’t have enough time to give Peggy his coordinates. Really, Steve wanted to die. Bucky, his everything, was already dead, and Steve wanted to be with him again. He couldn’t bare living without Bucky. So he laid down his life for his country, something he always said he would do happily.

But Steve didn’t die. And neither did Bucky.

When Steve found out Bucky had been alive and tortured, he stopped at nothing to get him back. Steve took down the very institution Peggy built, to save Bucky. Up on the Helicarriers, Steve was ready to let Bucky kill him because he could never kill Bucky. Hell, Steve even opposed over a hundred nations to keep Bucky safe.

And Steve saw glimmers of the old Bucky, his Bucky, in the new Bucky and Steve knew that he could be saved.

After Siberia, Bucky chose cryo in Wakanda and Steve went on the run. Nonetheless, Steve still came to visit Bucky, maybe far too often than he should, but he and Bucky were rekindling what they had lost.

Bucky rejected the new arm for Shuri and Shuri was able to fix his head—she was able to take out any key words and such, but not help with regaining his memories. Those were supposed to come back with time, but it didn’t mean that they would all come back.

Then Thanos came and Bucky was once again forced to fight by Steve’s side, and this time Steve was not going to let Bucky die.

Steve did what everyone thought was impossible—hold back Thanos with his bare hands while the Titan possessed five infinity stones. It shouldn’t have been possible for Steve, a human, to do that. But Steve would do anything to keep Bucky safe, and apparently, this included holding back five infinity stones. Holding Thanos back was enough of a distraction for Thor to come in with his axe and take the Titan’s head off, saving the universe. However, this came with the cost of Steve.

Right before Thor killed him, Thanos had used the stones’ power to throw Steve against the close by rock, and a sickly crack was heard as Steve’s body made contact. Then Steve fell limp.

They had beaten Thanos, and with Wanda and Thor’s help, they were able to destroy all the aliens. But Steve still laid limp.

Thor didn’t want to move him in fear of making anything worse, so he got Natasha. Thor knew that Natasha would have an idea of what to do. Natasha got Shuri. If anyone could fix Steve, it would be Shuri. After Shuri, Natasha got Bucky.

As soon as Bucky saw the look in Natasha’s eyes, he knew it was Steve and that it wasn’t good.

“Where?” Bucky asked, using his training to stay composed.

“He’s with Shuri now. We don’t know…” Natasha trailed off as she felt her throat tighten a little. She was a trained spy, she wasn’t supposed to let her emotions get to her like this. “We don’t know if he’s going to make it.”

Bucky didn’t need to hear anything else, he took off towards Shuri’s lab.

Bucky didn’t get to speak to Shuri until nearly twenty-four hours later.

“He’s alive, for now. I don’t know if he will make it through his one, Sergeant Barnes. I am not even close to understand what exactly Thanos did to Captain Rogers or how to fix it. Essentially, I am reknitting his entire body together. His cells are disintegrating faster than they can be replaced, causing his bones and muscles to crumble. Bucky…” Shuri trailed off, placing her hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “I think it would be wise for you to make your peace with Steve and tell him goodbye.”

“No…” Bucky whispered, shaking his head as he took a step back. “No. I just got him back, you have to fix him. Shuri please, you have to fix him.”

Shuri gave him a sad smile, her own eyes watering. She knew how much Steve meant to Bucky.

“I promise you, I am doing everything I can to save him.” Shuri told Bucky before turning around and heading back towards Steve.

And Shuri didn’t lie to Bucky. She did everything she could to keep Steve alive. When one thing failed, she tried something else, and while none of it made Steve any better, it did keep Steve from dying, which was a win for now. And Bucky, sweet, sad, heartbroken Bucky, stayed by Steve’s side for as much of it as he could.

Bucky was a mess, but no one could ever ask him to leave. Bucky stayed by Steve’s bed night and day and he cried. Bucky clutched Steve’s hand in his own and just begged any god out there to just let Steve live.

Bucky had just gotten Steve back; he couldn’t lose Steve. He couldn’t.

But as the days stretched on, Steve started to get worse, and that’s when Bucky started to realize that he staying by Steve’s bed, not to be there when Steve woke up, but to be there when Steve died.

And that realization broke Bucky’s heart. That realization also opened the floodgate for all the memories of Steve that Bucky had that he thought he had lost.

Little Steve, sick Steve, Steve during the war. All things that Bucky knew he was missing but never knew what they were. All his memories of Steve came back.

All of Bucky’s memories of Steve came back.

Bucky remembered the kisses and the back alley make outs and the pathetic dry humping and all the love he had for Steve. Suddenly, everything made sense. All the longing looks, the hugs that lasted a little too long, and Bucky wasn’t crazy all the times he thought that Steve wanted to kiss him. The missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place, finally.

And just in time for Steve’s death.

The more days Steve spent in his death bed, the more memories came back to Bucky, and the more pain Bucky was in.

He couldn’t lose Steve.

Bucky knew now that the mission of his entire life was protecting Steve, but he couldn’t protect the love of his life from death. Not this time.

Nineteen days in, Bucky had lost a lot of weight. He wasn’t eating, he wasn’t sleeping, he wasn’t moving from Steve’s side. Shuri and T’Challa tried to get him to shower and eat something, but Bucky refused to leave Steve’s side incase Steve died while he wasn’t there.

Bucky had been gone from Steve for so long, forcing Steve to be on his own for too long. Bucky wouldn’t let Steve be alone in death. He wouldn’t.

Shuri and T’Challa stopped trying to move him after that.

But on that nineteenth day, Shuri finally understood what was happening to Steve and how to fix it, but after coming so close so many times and getting Bucky’s hopes up only to let him down hours later, she didn’t want to do that again, so she administered the treatment accordingly without telling Bucky.

Forty-eight hours later, Steve opened his eyes.

At first, Bucky didn’t know that Steve was awake. Bucky had his head pressed into Steve’s stomach. He had finally fallen asleep.

Steve’s arms were stiff, but he managed to gently stroke Bucky’s greasy hair.

Bucky shot up immediately. “Steve? Steve?!”

Bucky started crying with happiness and began to press kiss after kiss to Steve’s hand. “Fuck, Steve, you’re alive!”

Steve gave Bucky a thumbs up. Steve was very tired and he was in a lot of pain, and he had a breathing tube down his throat.

“I’m going to get Shuri. Please stay awake.” Steve gave another shaky thumbs up at Bucky’s words.

Bucky wasn’t gone long and Shuri trailed closely behind him. When she saw that Steve was awake, she, too, starting crying with happiness, wrapping Bucky in a tight hug. She released him quickly and went over to Steve’s bedside to check on his vials.

“You appear to be recovering well, Captain Rogers.” Shuri said, reading everything.

Steve gave a thumbs up.

“Can you take that tube out if his mouth?” Bucky asked and Steve gave a thumbs up.

“Do you want me to take the tube out? We are not yet sure of your lung capabilities, Captain Rogers.” Shuri clarified.

Steve gave a thumbs up, so Shuri removed the tube. When Shuri was satisfied that Steve could breathe on his own, she left Steve and Bucky alone.

Bucky sat back down on his chair that was pulled closely to Steve’s bed and took Steve’s hand into his own. “I really thought I was going to lose you.”

“How long was I out?” Steve asked, his voice cracking.

Bucky poured Steve a cup of water from the pitcher Shuri had brought in earlier that day for him that he never used. “Three weeks. Shuri said you weren’t waking up, but I knew you were a fighter. I knew you wouldn’t leave me.”

Bucky brought the cup to Steve’s lips and helped him drink it.

“Could never leave you, Buck.” Steve said wincing as he laid his head back against the pillow.

The room fell into an easy silence.

“I understand now.” Bucky finally said, keeping his eyes on Steve’s hand.

“Understand what, Buck?” Steve asked, not following Bucky’s direction.

“I understand why you did it. Why you did everything you could to save me. Steve—“ Bucky’s voice broke. “Steve, I remember all of it. I remember the back alley in ‘39 and all the times you stepped on my toes when I tried to dance with you. Steve, I love you. I love you so much and I’m so so sorry for not remembering sooner.”

Steve shared a sad smile with Bucky. “It’s okay, Bucky. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I thought I was going to lose you when I just got you back. Fuck, Steve. I love you so much and I can’t lose you. I can’t.” Bucky started crying.

Steve pulled his hand free from Bucky’s to stroke Bucky’s hair. “It’s okay. I’m here, I’m alive and I’m going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Bucky stared to sob out repeatedly.

Steve felt his own tears sting his eyes. “I love you too, Bucky. I always have and I always will.”

Bucky looked up at Steve. “Do you? After everything that I��ve done? You still love me?”

Steve smiled, his hand coming to wipe the tears away from Bucky’s eyes. “Buck, I could never stop loving you.”

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koreanboyswriting · 6 years

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In Translation Pt. 2

(Hey guys I’m so sorry this is so much shorter than the first one, but I really like where I ended it so fuck it lol. I’m already bursting with story ideas so catch me dropping a bunch of stuff during winter break because I have no life. Also, thank you guys so much for reading, it means more than you know!)

1.2k words

Angst?

You walked from the building in slow motion, you weren't completely shocked something happened you had been told enough times that something would. You had heard all the stories and had still accepted the job, you just didn't expect one of them to be so blasé about it. And you didn't know whether to be flattered or disgusted. You absentmindedly got into the car and Dae greeted you.

"Back to the agency Miss. Y/n?" Dae asked politely, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You looked up and met his eyes and nodded. He began to chat with you, but your mind was completely somewhere else, so all you could do was nod and make the occasional, "mhm," sound. Dae pulled up outside of the agency in minutes and you were shaken out of your stupor.

"Thank you Dae," you were about to slip out of the car when Dae cleared his throat to get your attention, you looked up and met his eyes through the mirror again, "Are you alright, Miss. Y/n?"

“I’m just fine Dae, thank you.” You opened the car door and shut it neatly behind you before he began to ask too many questions. Whenever you had a listening ear you tended to reveal a lot more about yourself than you wanted to. You looked up at the familiar glass building and it suddenly looked different to you. When you had arrived in Korea two years ago, it looked like opportunity and stability, and now it just looked lifeless and nondescript, blending into all the similar ones around it. You walked in and sat down at your desk and began to go through your paperwork, confirming and selecting appointments, when you decided that you were the decision maker in your own life. It didn’t matter that you were already in a situation you didn’t want to be in, you would control the work environment the way you wanted it to be, not them. This was your job, and you were going to do it how you wanted to do it.

Feeling refreshed with newfound confidence, you gathered up your things and decided you were done for the day. You visited Mr. Lee and told him about how great the meeting went, omitting your encounter with Jungkook, and he smiled, genuinely happy that you seemed to be excited about the opportunity. You thanked him for putting you up for the job and left with a wave of your hand, leaving him to return to his mountain of paperwork.

You hopped into your car once outside and took the longer way home avoiding the busy streets while you sang a-long to your favorite playlist. You had just arrived to your apartment when your phone began to ring and you had struggle through the door with your hands full, while trying to reach for your phone. The door swung open hitting the adjacent wall and you dropped all your belongings on the floor to pull out your phone. Your brother's name flashed across your phone screen and, a big smile spread across your face as you swung the door shut behind you, leaving your things scattered around the door.

"Hey big sis!" You smiled glad to hear a voice you knew. Your baby brother was someone you cherished dearly, unlike most big sisters who fought with their brothers all the time, you and Cameron had always been close. He was one of those people who everybody loved, he exuded charisma and brought people in without even trying to. He was very soft-hearted and gentle, so when he told your parents and you that he was gay you weren't even phased, or surprised. He had always expressed an interest in k-pop when you were younger often liking the boy grops far more than the girls, which was why you knew that when you told him what you were doing, he would be beyond ecstatic.

"Guess who I'm translating for right now?" You probed, smiling on the other side of the phone, excited to hear how large his reaction would be.

"The president of South Korea, the pope, Beyoncé?!" You laughed, of course this would be his reaction.

"No, you headass! I'm translating for BTS!" You winced holding the phone away from your ear, as your brother screeched on the opposite line of the phone.

"OH MY GOD! NO WAY! I FUCKING LOVE THEM! I'M GETTING ON A PLANE NOW! TELL V THAT HE'S THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!"

"Wow, someone's fangirling."

"You don't understand, y/n. They are blowing up over here! There's even rumors that they are supposed to perform at the AMAs!" You got quiet thinking that's why Manager Sejin mentioned an American press tour. It seemed dumb that you hadn’t given that more thought earlier, but it aligned with your brother's allegations.

"Helloooo??? Did you die??" Cameron's voice shook you from your reverie.

"Yes bitch, I'm here. You can't get rid of me that easily."

"What happened?"

"Nothing, everything's fine."

"Wait do you know something about BTS that you're not telling me?!"

"What? No."

You were a notoriously terrible liar but you hoped that Cameron wouldn’t pester you, but that would be hopeless as he lived for that.

"Y/n, so help me, you better tell me. I love these boys more than you, and I NEED to know."

"Wow, ouch. If I had anything to tell you, I wouldn’t want to now."

"Ok, fine I take it back. But tell me, pleasee?" Cameron continued begging on the line, adding way more e's than necessary to please.

You knew he wouldn’t back down till you said something, so you spoke over his begging, "OK FINE!"

"YAY! WHAT IS IT?!"

"They are ten times more beautiful in person, Cameron."

"Oh my gahd! I'm melting, y/n you're so lucky. I hate you."

You chuckled, glad you finally had something you could distract him with. You ended your conversation with Cameron shortly after, promising him you would find a way to get a picture of them, or get their autograph, knowing damn well that if you asked you would get killed by Mr. Kim. But Cameron doesn’t take no for answer, so you promised over and over again just so you could hang up.

You ate a small dinner, stir-frying your leftovers from the night before. You laid in your bed after you showered staring at your fan blades as they spun around, thinking about what the hell you were going to do. Marching in there tomorrow and being assertive sounded extremely pleasing, but you gave your word to Mr. Lee and Mr. Kim that you would do whatever they asked and basically be obedient, so you needed to be creative. You smiled to yourself, as you finally settled in to sleep, turning off your light and looking out the window at the city lights glimmering, you were just going to have to get just as dirty as Jungkook if you wanted to win this.

#bts #bts imagines #bts fanfic #bts fanfction #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts jungkook #bts v #bts jhope #bts jimin #bts rm #bts jin #bts suga

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Sweater Weather

I wrote some Destiel fanfic based on a song I heard on the radio.

Below are the lyrics, further below that is the fic. If you want me to write a fic based on a song, let me know.

Read it on AO3:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11520564

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Destiel (Dean x Castiel)

Word Count: 2.5K

Song: Sweater Weather

by: The Neighborhood

All I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater Let’s have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours You in those little high-waisted shorts, oh

She knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that wouldn’t wanna tell you about no

‘Cause it’s too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

And if I may just take your breath away I don’t mind if there’s not much to say Sometimes the silence guides our minds to So move to a place so far away

The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face Put my finger on your tongue ‘Cause you love the taste yeah

These hearts adore, Every other beat the other one beats for Inside this place is warm Outside it starts to pour

Coming down One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn’t wanna tell you about, no no

‘Cause it’s too cold whoa For you here And now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

‘Cause it’s too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa

'Cause it’s too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It’s too cold whoa For you here and now So let me hold whoa Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It’s too cold, It’s too cold The holes of my sweater

The video on YouTube:

https://youtu.be/GCdwKhTtNNw

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They’d grown up together, Dean and Cas. Lived less than a block away from each other for their whole lives, from birth until college. They’d been best friends in school and hung out with the same crowds even though it was clear that Cas was more interested in scholastic endeavors and Dean was way more into sports. Then Cas had gone off to some fancy college in California, pre-med, leaving Dean by himself at a community college in Kansas, studying business. At first they emailed and texted and video chatted constantly. Cas came home for holidays and they visited, but it was hard on Dean. When it was time for spring break Cas called to ask his best friend something really important. “Come out here for a visit, please Dean?” Cas begged, his voice wheedling and cajoling and anything else he could think of to try and get Dean out they’re with him. “I have a place right on the beach.” He said excitedly. “I hate the beach.” Dean grumbled. Cas knew that. “Yeah, but this place is beautiful, it’s always warm and the sand is soft. I promise you’ll like it.” Cas was quiet for a moment, wondering if he should press the issue. “It would mean a lot to me.” He finally said. Dean sighed loudly into the receiver. “So I guess if I want to see you, I don’t have much choice then?” Dean said, clearly at Cas’s mercy. “Well, I wouldn’t put it like that…” Cas mumbled, feeling like the villain in this little play. “If you don’t want to come, then don’t.” He said more clearly. “I, uh, I gotta go. Later.” Cas hung up the phone feeling like the biggest jerk in the world. Dean hemmed and hawed and complained loudly to anyone that would listen. Finally Sam sat him down to talk. “Just go. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sam tells him over a bag of popcorn, a little burnt from the microwave. Dean felt like his little brother still had a lot of growing up to do. He was a sophomore in high school, who gave him the right to impart his limited wisdom on Dean? His mind was spinning at all the things that could go wrong, starting with a plane crash and ending with a tsunami. Yes, it was unlikely, but these things happened. Dean really hated to fly. It scared him to be hurtling through the atmosphere in nothing but a glorified tin can . But the following month when it was spring break, he found himself taking a week off down at the garage he was working in to pay for college and buying a way-too-expensive ticket to go visit Cas. He decided it would be fun to surprise him, so he didn’t say a word. A week later he was standing on Cas’s front porch with a backpack and a box of all Cas’s favorite stuff from home. Dean knocked a little nervously. Things had been kind of strained because of their argument over the trip and Dean hadn’t wanted to ruin the surprise, so he didn’t say much at all for the last few weeks. A petite young woman answered the door, long dark hair curling gently around her face. “Yes?” She said, leaving the screen door shut as she peered out at the stranger. Dean looked around and wondered if he had the wrong address. “Um, does Cas live here?” He asked awkwardly, shuffling his feet under him. Her face cleared immediately and a smile played over her lips. “Yeah, come on in, I’ll go get him. I’m Meg by the way.” She said, turning from the door. Dean noticed her shorts just barely covered her ass and she wore a tiny bikini top leaving nothing to the imagination. He wondered if this was a new girlfriend or maybe just a hook up. After a few moments Cas came into the hall with a look of confusion on his face and when he saw Dean his mouth fell open in shock. “You’re, you’re here…” He said, blue eyes wide and searching. “When did you… How did you… What?” He stammered. His friend took pity on him and dropped his stuff on the pale wood floor. Dean pulled Cas into a tight hug and held onto him for a moment longer than he probably should have. “I wanted to see you.” Dean said quietly, his nose getting tickled by Cas’s overgrown hair. He could hear a throat being cleared behind them and stepped back. “You already met Meg.” Cas said, it was not a question. Dean nodded, looking like he wanted to ask, but he was afraid to. “My roommate’s sister.” Cas explained easily enough and led Dean further into the house. After a quick tour and eagerly digging into his box of goodies, Cas offered to show Dean the beach. He laughed at the heavy boots on his friend’s feet. “You might want to take those off, it’s cool this time of day, but the sand is warm.” Cas insisted. Dean grumbled and groused but ended up taking off the boots and tube socks, rolling them up and storing them under Cas’s bed for the moment. They’d have to figure out sleeping arrangements. Since he hadn’t known Dean was coming, Cas had told his roommate that his sister could stay here for spring break, so she was taking the spare bedroom. They walked out onto the sand off the back porch of the tiny house and Dean rolled his jeans a little to keep them dry. Cas had more practical swim trunks on and a slouchy sweater with too-long sleeves hanging past his fingers. He was playing with the frayed hem as they walked along the water’s edge, the wind cutting through Dean’s t-shirt like a knife. He shivered a little and looked out at the water. There was a path leading up into a hilly outcropping that jutted out over the ocean. Without a word, Dean made his way towards the dangerous looking path. Cas followed, as usual and they picked their way carefully out to the edge of the drop off. The wind was much more brisk up here and as they sat on the jagged rocks looking out at the water, Dean shivered. Cas threw a worried look over his shoulder at his friend and offered his sweater. “I’m okay.” Dean said in a gruff voice to hide his teeth chattering. “But I thought you said it was warm here…” It wasn’t exactly an accusation. Cas could only shrug, he didn’t control the weather. They sat up there for a long time watching the water swirling and the sky brighten as the sun moved across it. Even with the light coming through the breaks in the clouds it was still kind of cold. Cas moved to sit closer and touched one of Dean’s icy hands. “God, you’re dead!” He exclaimed, drawing his frozen fingers into the warmth of his sleeves. Even if Dean wouldn’t take the sweater, at least he could warm him up before they headed back. Dean seemed uncomfortable and he didn’t understand it. They’d always been closer than friends, almost like brothers. Why was he acting so strange? “So Meg, huh?” Dean asked, trying to ignore the way Cas’s warm fingers were rubbing over his and thawing them out. “You hittin’ that?” He finished, smirking. Cas rolled his eyes. “No Dean, I’m not 'hitting that’.” He was still holding Dean’s hands in his, moving his fingers over him deliberately gentle. Cas realized that he suddenly needed to tell Dean something he’d been keeping a secret. Well, not from everyone, not definitely from his best friend. “Actually, I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you this.” Cas says, taking a deep, steadying breath. His eyes were frightened, flitting up to Dean’s open, trusting face and then away, like a little bird. “I’m, um…I’m gay Dean.” He finally managed to sputter out in a rush. Big, green eyes regarded him calmly, but Dean didn’t say anything. Finally his fingers shifted until he was clasping both of Cas’s hands in his own, now much warmer hands. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, biting his lip in a nervous gesture. Cas shrugged his shoulders, at a loss. “I don’t know, I guess I was scared you wouldn’t want to hang out with the ‘gay kid’ anymore. Your jock friends already made fun of me for everything anyway, I didn’t want to give them any additional ammunition, I guess.” He explained, though it felt kind of lame to his own ears. Dean nodded and leaned softly closer. “Yeah, that’s why I don’t hang out with those assholes anymore.” He agreed shyly and smiled at the way Cas was tilting his head and regarding him in confusion. Dean’s fingers slid further into Cas’s sleeves until he was holding his bony elbows, their faces mere inches away. “I really wish you would’ve told me sooner.” Dean breathed out in a soft voice before leaning in and pressing his lips against Cas’s tentatively. It was like lightning shooting through his whole body as they kissed. He was a live wire and the only thing holding him on the Earth was Cas’s hands buried deep in his own sleeves. They made a mutual decision to deepen the kiss and Dean’s synapses were melting as Cas’s tongue entered his mouth, lapping like a little kitten, warm and soft. Dean made a noise and slid his fingers into the back of Cas’s hair, out through the neck of his sweater. Cas melted into the strangely intimate touch, rearranging his own position to run long fingers over the stubble of Dean’s jaw and down his neck and shoulders. When they finally pulled apart and sat staring into each other’s eyes, the sun had completely burned off all the clouds and the day had started to warm up. “Let’s go back to the house.” Cas suggested, feeling like he’d been reborn since sharing that kiss with Dean. All he could do was nod and stand, letting Cas lead him back down the rocky path, both of them still barefoot. At some point Cas picked up Dean’s hand and they walked like that the rest of the way back. The house was quiet when they returned and Cas poured them each a cup of hot coffee to chase away the remainder of the chill in their skin. Dean sat in the small kitchen, bright even with no lights on, looking around and trying to make sense of what had just happened. They drank from their steaming mugs, not talking, only smiling at each other across the table before Dean once again twined their fingers together. Now that they were inside and had warmed up, it was almost a little too stuffy. Cas opened a window and they could hear the far off sound of water and the wind whipping against the house. He stood up, tugging on Dean’s hand to follow and they made their way back to Cas’s bedroom. They didn’t seem to need words as they undressed each other slowly. Their clothes were in a pile on the floor as Cas laid Dean back, kissing him again. But this time it was so filled with promise that it was almost overwhelming. Dean could feel the prickle of tears in his eyes and Cas used his thumbs to brush away the little drops caught in his eyelashes. This was new for both of them, but Cas was not completely ignorant of form and function, so he took the lead. His hands slid down to Dean’s waist and the sound that elicited made him hard. “Oh Dean, you are so beautiful.” He said in a strangely gruff voice. All at once Dean’s legs were falling open and Cas took full advantage, running his fingers over the hot length of his thickening cock. Dean hissed as Cas’s hand circled him and his head fell back, lost in pleasure. He could feel himself leaking at the firm grasp and used his free hand to pull Cas’s fingers to his mouth, sucking on them as he stared into the deepest pools of blue he’d ever known. Once Cas felt his fingers slick with Dean’s saliva he used them to work slowly into Dean’s hole, the muscles still clenching, unsure. It took some gentle convincing, but once he’d slid one finger inside and Dean started moaning louder, it gave Cas the courage to add a second finger and Dean lost it. He was writhing wildly beneath Cas and saying things he’d never thought he’d say out loud to anyone. “I need you Cas, please…” Dean was almost begging. He stroked over Cas’s cock, trying to get him to speed up this process so he could feel him inside, but Cas knew that it was important and didn’t want to rush it and risk hurting Dean. Once he had two fingers deep inside Dean and he was opening him up wider, he knew it was time and he reached over to his table getting the lube. He slicked himself very well before nudging slowly into Dean’s entrance. His eyes went dark and his noises were feral as he stilled, spreading his legs wider and whining. “Cas…” He moaned out breathily. He was trying to go slow, take it easy on Dean, but those sounds were unraveling him and he moved in, little by little until he was fully sheathed before Dean started to roll his hips up to meet him. Cas started moving in and out, bumping his tip into Dean’s prostate. “Oh, fuck.” He bit out at the new sensation. Cas’s lips formed a smirk and began moving in a steady rhythm, his hips rolling up and down, in and out. Dean pulled a pillow over his mouth, unable to keep his voice down. Cas took that as an invitation to speed up, thrusting full force now. He was moving faster, his hips a blur as he plunged into Dean, who was quickly unraveling beneath him. All at once Dean arched his back, his body bowing off the bed and wrapping his legs around Cas to help him bury himself deeper within Dean. “Yes, Cas. Don’t stop. I’m going to, to…” Dean’s mouth clamped down on the words before he could finish, his body shuddering as he came. Cas nearly collapsed on top of him as the clenching of Dean’s inner walls dragged him over the edge as well. He filled Dean, leaning down to join their lips in a searing kiss as they rode out their orgasms together. Cas laid on top of Dean for a long time, their bodies still connected and their eyes heavy. They dozed, the sound of rain falling through the open window lulling them to sleep. When Dean woke, his skin was chilly everywhere that Cas hadn’t draped his body. He reached around on the floor until he found Cas’s sweater and pulled it over them as a blanket before going back to sleep. Dean guessed he was going to have to learn to start liking the damn beach after all.

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