#the whole sleepy all day up all night crap is frustrating

[petri808]

Women should get social security disability for having to go through Perimenopause & Menopause

#the whole sleepy all day up all night crap is frustrating #and night sweats in air conditioning = freezing #this is some bullshit lol #if there is a god someone gimme his number i got a complaint #personal rant #women problems

[luke-o-lophus]

Omg omg omg okie

So ummmm l got an angsty idea

What do you think about h/c or smth for insecure! Jake x gn!reader?

He wakes you up in the middle of the night, asking if he's "too much".

You're too sleepy to notice his tone posture, and just give him some crap for waking you up, only for him to leave and break down in the kitchen, cue fluffy comfort.

Thank you so much, even if you don't write this, and l hope you have a lovely day! 💐

(this is my 1st time writing Jake, hope you like it! TW for self esteem issues, self hatred, internalized ableism, panic attacks, also my spanish is learned from Jake fics and early levels of duolingo, please feel free to correct it)

Jake has been tossing and turning in bed for hours now. There wasn't really a specific reason for him to be so restless. After all, he's spent the whole day with you, most of it at home. Khonshu had left him alone for once, and Marc and Steven had retreated to give Jake his day of domestic bliss. Then why was he so fidgety, exhausted yet unable to sleep? Guilt was consuming him, at feeling this way after such a nice day. Why did he have to be this way, why couldn't he just be normal for once? Things were going fine, peaceful even. Then why was he so consumed by dark thoughts?

He sits up with a huff of frustration, an annoying headache creeping into his skull. At that movement, you stir, rolling over to glance at him blearily. "Jake?", you mumble. "Do you need to go?" His heart breaks at that question. Of course that's what you'd expect, for that's what he always does. He leaves to do Khonshu's dirty work and takes your other lovers with him, leaving you alone. "No mi amor", he whispers, gentle hand stroking the top of your head. There's a calm pause, you snuggling close to his warmth, his fingers in your hair lulling you back to sleep.

"Am I too much?", he breathes out suddenly, voice barely above a whisper. "Mhm?", you hum, eyes heavy with sleep. "Babe can we... talk in the morning?" His hand stills in your hair, lips falling open as an involuntary shudder passes through his form. You're fast asleep again, unaware that Jake was falling. His mind, already restless, was running a mile a minute. Your simple, logical request...a part of him knew...stung like the worst of betrayals. Against his best judgement, Jake feels his throat choke up. His eyes widen in panic, and he takes one look at your sleeping face before scrambling off the bed. He can't risk waking you up with his issues anymore. he doesn't wanna be more of a burden than he already is.

He shuffles into the kitchen, his hands clasped together and cradled to his chest. His breaths are short and choppy, eyes blown wide as his thoughts spun out of his control. He prayed that one of the others take over and relieve him of his misery, but they were nowhere to be found. Jake sinks to his knees quietly, rocking back and forth, mouth open in a silent scream. He knows he's panicking, hyperventilating, his lungs are burning but he can't will himself to breathe. Tremors wrack his huddled form, and a sorry hiccup escapes that sounds more like a choked squeak than anything else. Jake knows he's too far gone to ground himself. He needs help, dear god, or he's gonna end up harming Marc and Steven, but he can't speak. His tongue has stilled, unable to call for help or even cry. Until a single sob breaks through the dam and tears past his throat.

"Jake?" He hears a voice, but his body is stuck in the rhythm of rocking back and forth.

"Can you look at me?" There it is again, the voice. He shakes his head quickly, apology blooming in his chest at being unable to do the simple action.

"That's alright, but you gotta breathe with me, kay. Follow me" Fingers gently reach out for his wrist but he smacks them away as soon as they touch. The smack earns a squeak of surprise from you, and that makes him look up.

You hurt them, his mind screams at him, even as you reached out for him again. "Stand back", he begs suddenly. "Don't wanna hurt you, stand back, por favor"

"You won't Jake, trust me, you won't", you reach out with both hands now, grabbing both wrists in the gentlest of holds. "I am okay, but I need you to follow my breathing, please, baby"

Jake looks at the joined hands, as if expecting his own to sprout blades and hurt you in some way. But when nothing happens, he lets out a feeble sob, hiccuping as he takes in gulps of air. He feels you draw closer, your hand stroking down his back soothingly, your breaths long and exaggerated to guide him. "No...", he sobs, trying to bite his lips to keep himself from crying all out. "Please sleep..I don't wanna be too much...you need sleep..."

"Oh, baby", you cup his cheeks. "I am so so sorry, you are not too much. Never, not even close. You're amazing. I love you so much." Your voice is soft, but tone urgent. You need him to listen, to understand.

" I love you, I love baby, you're so good for me", you chant softly, thumbs scooping away tears from his cheeks. "There you go, breathe, bubba. Feel better?"

Jake lets himself slump after a while. He doesn't say anything for a long time, and you let him rest. You pull his head gently to let it rest on your shoulder, and your hand soothes the back of his head. He's still sniffling, shivers passing from time to time. You kiss the top of his head, hugging him close. "Lo siento", he mumbles tiredly. You shake your head,"Don't, it's all good." "No", he insists obstinately. "It's toxic, I shouldn't be ...piling my shit on you. The last thing I want to..." "Oh love, but it's not toxic", your whisper is almost pained. "You're trying to heal...You deserve this, all of this. If you need to hear that every hour of everyday, you best believe I will say that till you believe it yourself."

Jake can't help but crack a small smile at that. "It might take you a while, mi vida", he whispers truthfully. You pull his face away to make him face you, a gentle smile on your face that warmed the core of his chest.

"I'm in no hurry, love. You're not getting rid of me that easy", you breathe against his lips.

#moon knight hc #moon knight #luke shares #marvel #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #jake lockley angst #heavy angst #angst with a happy ending #hurt comfort #panic attack #self worth #internalized ableism

[ridiasfangirlings]

How about SaruMi where: there’s only one bed, which we decide to share + accidentally blurting out “i love you” during a conversation + that “oh shit” moment when the realization hits you

Imagine this happens maybe shortly post-ROK, Yata and Fushimi have made up but Fushimi hasn't gotten around to being entirely honest about why he left and both of them are stewing quietly in the mutual crush that neither one is able to say out loud. One day there's some Strain issue happening away from the city and S4 sends Fushimi to take care of it, since they have the whole Homra alliance thing happening now Homra offers to send some backup with him as S4 can't spare anyone else. Yata of course gets picked and he's kinda nervous but excited, it's like old times again fighting with Fushimi by his side. Munakata's had one of the squad do the legwork in getting them transportation and a hotel for the night so they can take their time gathering info and cornering the Strain.

When they get to the hotel though it's late at night and pouring rain, Yata gets to drag in both their bags while Fushimi goes to check their reservations. Unfortunately there was a mix up and the rooms that were booked are no longer available, of course Fushimi takes this in a very calm and mature manner (by glaring and muttering about idiots who don't know how to run their own hotel). The desk person is very apologetic but says they do have one room and would Fushimi and Yata mind sharing, Fushimi's about to grumble that yes he would mind but Yata speaks up and says yeah that's fine. Fushimi looks over at him and Yata smiles like it'll be okay won't it, we're used to sharing a room and it'll be kinda like a sleepover, like old times. Fushimi clicks his tongue and is like I guess, Yata tells him it's no problem and they should enjoy this chance to hang out together.

Except then when they get into the room they realize the problem: it's a honeymoon suite and there is in fact only one bed. Maybe there isn't even a couch or anything, it's the bed or the floor. Fushimi waits for Yata to offer to take the floor but the ride here was long and uncomfortable and Yata really wants to sleep in a nice comfy bed. Fushimi mutters that he isn't sleeping on the floor, that's the place for hoodlums like Misaki and Yata's like hey I'm allowed to want the bed too. Fushimi says that when they had sleepovers at Yata's place Yata always took the floor and Yata's like yeah but that was my room and mom gave me an old futon and anyway I was being nice, this time I want the bed. They try to do rock paper scissors for it but every match ends in a tie, finally Yata gives this exasperated sigh as he's like why don't we just share it. Fushimi immediately stiffens and Yata's voice is sort of stilted-calm as he's like that's not a problem right, we shared the bed as kids once or twice, nothing's changed it's totally fine right. Fushimi finally gives this languid shrug all I guess it's fine and meanwhile they both are having internal 'crap' moments, Yata mentally kicking himself because seriously is he going to be able to keep his cool with Fushimi sleeping right there next to him.

It's pretty late and they're both tired so Yata's like guess I'll go to bed huh and Fushimi's all yeah guess I will too. They climb into the bed, back to back, and it's very quiet and awkward. Finally Yata gives this yell of frustration as he says he can't sleep, Fushimi claims he was sleeping fine until someone started yelling and Yata's like cut the crap I know when you’re fake sleeping. He tells Fushimi to look at him and Fushimi rolls over, in the dim light from the one lamp they left on Yata can see Fushimi doesn't have his glasses on and his hair is all tousled, looking kinda like it did when they were in middle school. Yata finds himself just staring at Fushimi, how Fushimi just looks all vulnerable and sleepy and it reminds him of all these old memories, sleepovers and their old apartment and all these past things that Yata cherished so much and he can't stop himself from reaching out to touch Fushimi's cheek. Fushimi stiffens momentarily but doesn't pull away, his face lined with exhaustion and he leans into Yata's touch and just murmurs out this soft 'I love you.'

Yata absolutely freezes and then Fushimi's eyes flash open as he realizes what he just accidentally let slip. Fushimi immediately tries to sit up and pull away and Yata's like 'wait – Saruhiko –' but Fushimi's in total flight mode and Yata has this wild thought that if he doesn't do something Fushimi's just going to dart out the window. Yata finds himself grabbing Fushimi by the wrist and pulling him back into the bed, Fushimi tries to struggle away from him and then in this single impulsive move Yata drags him close and pins Fushimi down with a kiss on the lips. Then it's like a dam breaking, Fushimi grabbing at Yata now and kissing him back with this desperation born out of years and years of holding himself back and Yata's responding in kind, the two of them just totally losing themselves in this moment and when they finally separate they're both breathing hard with red faces and suddenly the one bed doesn't seem like such a problem after all.

#sarumi #Talking K #so was that one bed a mistake or Munakata being sneaky :3c #imagine them just staring at each other all blushing and tousled and emotional #and suddenly all Yata wants to do is kiss Fushimi until he's breathless #Fushimi is having a mental blue screen moment bc he has no idea how to process this #Yata having to kinda talk him down like no it's okay I love you too you big dummy

[mysticonsheadcanons]

Yo mysticons, do you ever wake up randomly in the middle of the night with the urge to play your favorite game? Proxima, have you ever been home alone before at night and had something fall over, but you wonder what could have knocked it down because your home alone? Quasarla, is there something less than 1 percent of people know about you? If there is then what is it? Naivara, what's your favorite and least favorite subjects of school? And Gandobi, ever fully blast a song by mistake because you forgot how high your volume was infront of someone you wouldn't want that to happen infront of? Also everyone, on a scale from 1 to 10, how likely do you think I'd be to never learn my lesson about this one thing:

One night I was trying to go to sleep because it was really late and I was battling it since 9:30 and it was 11:00 at night, my grandparents and little cousin were asleep and it was also a school night, I fell asleep at 11:45 and woke up at 1am and thought: *maybe I'll go on my phone until I feel sleepy again*

my ADHD: don't do it!

My ASD: don't do it!

My brain: don't do it!

Me: I'm gonna do it! 😈

So I was up until 2:30 making gacha characters when this went down: My ASD: STOP OR YOULL BE SLEEPY THE WHOLE DAY TOMORROW!!!!

Me: I DONT GIVE TWO CRAPS!!!!

My ADHD: Just go grab a can of Pepsi, you'll be asleep in 30 seconds -_-

My ASD: no, go grab your sketchbook from the kitchen table

My brain: no, just go into the living room and stare at the stars

Me: *thinks* *what do I do?!*

My brain, asd, and adhd: *all arguing and staring an inner war in my head*

Me myself: is this what all people go through on a nightly basis?! *hides under blanket frustrated*

Then sometime later I managed to fall asleep with that war raging on inside my head, woke up the next morning, and I was tired the whole day

(4 days later)

My asd, adhd, and brain: OKAY!!! NO MORE!!! YOUVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR FOUR DAYS STRAIGHT!!! ITS TIME TO GO TO SLEEP ITS ALREADY 10:00!!!! DONT MAKE THE SAME *BLEEP*ING MISTAKE TWICE!!!!

Me: I don't make the same mistake twice, I make it five or six times just to be sure! 🤪

Brain: do you guys think she'll ever learn?

My asd: nope

My adhd: not a chance

My brain: I don't think so either -_-

Me: *falls asleep*

My brain: alright, let's not keep her awake binge watching the walking dead next time -_- that's probably what started this -_-

My adhd and asd: Agreed!

Note: I won't be rating how likely you are to learn from your mistakes, as you seem to think part of it are your asd and adhd, so that would complicate the rankings, as everyone with asd is different, so how much it impacts one individual is hard to tell.

ARKAYNA: Not really.

ZARYA: Yeah, sometimes.

EM: Not games per say, but I'm like that when I have an idea for an invention sometimes.

PIPER: My games are usually active, so not unless I'm really restless.

PROXIMA: Yes, and that scares me.

QUASARLA: I collect stuffed animals.

NAIVARA: My favourite subject is Math and my least favourite subject is Social Studies.

GANDOBI: I did that on the dragon train once. (Quasarla: Didn't you do that twice?)

[astaroth1357]

Demonic Pregnancy (But It Makes the MC… Problematic)

Okay, so hear me out. I know the prevailing idea is that a human getting pregnant with a supernatural kid would sap their strength and what not… But what if the opposite happened? So basically, getting pregnant by the brothers would make the MC physically stronger, but more susceptible to their sin… Oh this is going to be fun. 😈

Trigger Warning: Pregnancy

Lucifer

First noticed something was up when the MC came into his office to bring him coffee and casually ripped the door of its hinges… with one hand… by the handle…

He didn’t even have time to be mad about it because he was already frantically texting Diavolo and Barbs that there was something very wrong with the human. They’re not supposed to do that.

Meanwhile MC is in the background marveling at the newly freed door in their hand… They hadn’t even thought about it! Is this what having power is like?? Are they actually dangerous now??? Better not let it go to their head…

*it is totally going to go to their head*

Lucifer learns two things pretty quickly, (1) The human is pregnant with his child and (2) They’ve just been given access to a whole lot of power and they’re mind is set on one thing: Domination.

The next nine months for him are spent practically having to leash the MC or else they’ll go out to pick fights with anything that moves to prove their “superiority”… His brothers and even Diavolo included!

It wouldn’t be so bad if their body wasn’t still very human and very breakable… and also they’re PREGNANT, so please STOP!!

This baby, honestly, could not come fast enough… Good thing demons don’t develop grey hairs… Poor guy…

Mammon

Noticed something was up when they were chatting out at RAD and they dodged a stray ball from Beel. 

They dodged a ball. From Beel. And he throws at, like, Mach 7 speed… And it didn’t even look hard!

… But being the dumbass that he is, he just thought they had gotten a lot better at their magic. It was Lucifer who saw something wasn’t right when the MC was actually holding their own against Mammon and Beel in a race.

Was thrilled by the news at first but then quickly learned that he must have infected them with Greed somehow…

They wouldn’t stop begging for new stuff! Sometimes for him or the baby, but mostly just whatever struck their fancy the second that they saw it.

He’d try to tell them no but then they’d look all sad or whine about hard it was to be pregnant and how they couldn’t do things like tie their shoes or stand for long periods of time or…

(Never mind the fact that they could bench-press Beel if they wanted to, no no, that didn’t matter.)

His nine months were pretty much spent pandering to Lucifer and Levi for more loans to keep his MC happy… and praying they’d snap out of it after the baby finally came because he CANNOT keep paying for their crap…! 😥

Leviathan

MC and Levi playing games in his room and one of their online matches got particularly heated… The MC may or may not be prone to gamer rage, but that night they got so frustrated that they snapped his controller in half like a toothpick…

They were too busy trying to frantically apologize to take notice of their sheer strength, but HE did. And he was thrilled!!

Like, sure, it sucks that he’d have to buy a new controller but that was So. Cool. Their strength was like something out of a shonen!! He was honestly fanboying too hard to question, “Wait a minute, how did they even get that strong??” The MC later went to Lucifer themselves to get it all got sorted out (really Levi was no help whatsoever) and man was he shocked by the news…

Though he was even more shocked by the sudden spike of jealousy that they seemed to exhibit afterward… Like, extreme “You better not leave my sight” level jealousy… 😣

One the one hand, he’s kind of into it because being alone with the MC is all he’s ever wanted!… but on the other hand, dude really wants some space… 

He tolerates the next nine months for three reasons: (1) He does honestly love the MC, (2) Watching them break (other people’s) stuff and fight demons with their bare hands will never stop being cool, and (3) He’s somewhat afraid of what they’d do if he tried to leave so…  😥

Let’s hope the effects are temporary…

Satan

Found out something was wrong when he and the MC went to the park. He saw an old acquaintance of his and left to go say hi but came back to find that the MC had uprooted an entire park bench to squash a nosy lesser demon…

Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, he’d ever read about humans told him that they were capable of that!

Figuring this has some kind of magic origin, he doesn’t bring them to Lucifer but to their resident human sorcerer instead, Solomon…

…and THAT bright idea ended up getting the MC magic tag-along throughout their pregnancy since Solomon wanted to make "a few” observations, the lying bastard… 🙄

Even more unfortunate though, is that the introduction of Wrath into their system also gave the MC an utterly monstrous temper which didn’t help their newfound strength at all…

Poor Satan gets saddled with caring for what amounts to a hair-triggered glass cannon… (though really it’s less protecting them from the world and the world from them 😣).

Needless to say, he’s lost quite a few bookcases over the next several months…

Asmodeus

It was another night with Asmo, so another night out clubbing. He and MC were together for most of the time, but they had left him briefly to get another round of drinks… and somehow got dragging into a straight up brawl in the process.

And they WON…

Asmo brought them right to Lucifer after that. Like, he loves you sweetie, but there were like ten lesser demons there and no way a little human like yourself could pull that off without something being up.

Oh he was overjoyed by the news, but the real test was yet to come… Who would give out first? The Avatar of Lust or a very, very, astronomically horny MC…?

In truth, no one in the House ever wants to talk about what happened for those next nine months ever again… The things they saw… The things they heard… Filthy, filthy things….. 😖

And more broken beds than anyone could care to count…

Let’s just say that they’re all happy the MC was already pregnant, otherwise they’d be dealing with a LOT more demon babies running around… What a hellscape that would be…

Beelzebub

The MC was helping him move some of his weights between rooms. They were only supposed to carry the lighter ones (which really weren’t that light) but they were carrying them so easily that the two got suspicious… They tried to lift one of his heaviest barbells and, to their amazement, they picked it up even easier than he could!

They both just kind of stared at each other for a few seconds before calmly agreeing to go find Lucifer. This probably wasn’t normal…

What pregnancy even was had to be explained to Beel since he doesn’t really understand humans and he only needed one thing confirmed…

So, they’re eating for two now?

And boy did they act like it! The MC’s appetite practically tripled as the months went on and he did his best to keep up for them. He even missed a meal or two for the first time in his life because he was so preoccupied making sure his MC had enough to eat… 😣

Their tastes also got weirder as time went on… At one point they asked for Solomon’s cooking which nearly had him “Nope-ing” out of the relationship right there. He stuck through it to make them happy, but he couldn’t watch them eat it… Even he has his limits, MC… 😟🤢

Wants the baby to come out already if for no other reason than he can finally go back to being the biggest eater of the House again. Having to work around two is a nightmare for everyone…

Belphegor

Would you believe he straight up didn’t know for weeks?

Like, they told him they were pregnant a while ago but all the pregnancy seemed to do was make them really sleepy…

Combine their naps with how often he’s dead to the world and it just never got brought up. 🤷‍♀️

That was until the day it was his turn to vacuum the common room and the MC was resting on the couch…

“MC, can you move? I need to get under there.”

“Hm? Oh, sure. Let me help.”

They then proceeded to get up and lift the couch with one hand like they were Beel or something!

He was, perhaps, slightly miffed that they didn’t think it was necessary to mention they had gotten a butt ton stronger for like a month, but you know…

Belphie has probably the easiest time managing his MC anyway because ALL they want to do is sleep. At most he just has to take on the responsibility to remind them to eat and move around a little.

Lucky bastard always gets off easy… 😖

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #tw: pregnancy

[let-them-read-fics]

Saranghae

Requested by Anon: “Can i make a request for Blackpink RoséXFem!reader one shot/imagine where y/n always thought she was the one that said I love you first but she realizes rosé said it in korean when y/n was first learning it the first few months they were dating. like rosé says it and y/n is like wait what does that mean? and rosé teases her and doesn't say anything (holy crap this is long, sorry. i hope that makes sense. I asked someone else if they can write it but I dont think they're going to) thank you very much if you do🥺❤️”

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 2,300

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: To the anon who requested this: Thank you! This is actually a really sweet ask, so hopefully I did it justice. I stuck with the gist of the prompt, but I added a little twist to it. I hope you enjoy; let me know what you think. Happy reading, everyone!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

~~~ Flashback: A Few Months Into Your Relationship ~~~

“Baby, come grab the door, please!” You request, your hands busy holding the two steaming cups of hot cocoa you prepared for Rosé and yourself. At the sound of your voice, she sets down the notebook that she had been writing in, and makes her way to you. She appears in the doorway with a wide smile, her face lighting up when she spots the drinks. 

“How’d you know I wanted some?” She takes her mug from you, being careful not to move too quickly and spill it, and lays a kiss on your cheek -- her way of thanking you.

With a nonchalant shrug, you make your way across the room, saying over your shoulder, “It’s my superpower, duh. We’re just in sync like that.” The giggle that leaves her lips makes your heart flutter, and you can’t help but smile back.

Now armed with your beverages, the two of you sit back down on the floor next to each other, getting prepared for your mini lesson. The fluffy material of the carpet comforts you, and you settle in.

~~~~~~~

Rosé repeats the phrase one more time, slowing it down for you, enunciating the words as clearly as she can. Your gaze is set on her lips, taking note of how they purse and pout with the different syllables. You try again, albeit incredibly slow and choppy, but eventually the words manage to come out intelligible. She celebrates the win, quickly standing and pulling you up along with her for a victory dance; after all, it was a pretty tricky phrase for someone just starting out. She knows how competent you are though, and she wanted to give you a challenge. 

As the two of you stand there, doing a little dorky jig together, she takes a second to think. She is totally smitten with you: these past few months have been some of the happiest times of her life, and she owes a lot of that to you. There’s no one she’d rather have by her side like this, staying up well into the night to teach Korean to. She loves that you’re eager to learn more, and she’s ecstatic to be the one that gets to help you on that journey. It really is a special thing to her, and she doesn’t take it for granted. Time spent with you is heaven, regardless of what the two of you are doing. 

Rosé is pulled from her thoughts by the quiet sound of you yawning. Her heart nearly melts at the sight of your face all scrunched up, paired with the little wiggle that you do. She pulls you in, smiling as you nuzzle your face into her neck sleepily. “Rosé, I’d love to keep practicing, but I’m about to pass out.” Her hand comes up to run through your hair, the other one wrapped around your body to keep you close. “We should be going to bed anyway, babe. We can pick back up tomorrow, if you’d like.” She kisses your forehead tenderly as you just simply nod, your body too tired and brain too fried to do much of anything else. 

Once she’s tucked you in, making sure you’re comfortable and warm, she crouches down next to the bed. The lights are dimmed now, the only source of illumination being the moonlight that glitters in through the blinds, kissing your skin just right. Sitting there, face to face with you, she realizes that you’re her person. The one that she wants to wake up next to every morning and fall asleep wrapped around every night; the one to go on late night drives through the city with, stopping wherever your hearts desire; the one to hold through the bad times and comfort through the sad. You mean the world to her, and she can’t help but declare it.  

“사랑해, Y/N.” 

Despite only being half conscious, you’d never ignore the sound of her voice. “Mmm?” You mumble groggily, the noise making her laugh. She makes a mental note to add that to her list of favorite sounds. “Nothing, angel. Rest now.” With that, she goes to stand, but you catch her wrist before she can go. “No, tell me. Pleaaase?” Your eyes are open now, but just enough for her to see that beautiful sparkle in them. “Tomorrow. Now shhhh.” She leans down, placing a hand on your cheek to caress it, as she presses her lips to yours in an attempt to silence you. Her plan works, and she gives you a few more pecks before going to pick up and organize the books that were still strewn about on the floor. Not even a minute later, the sounds of your soft snores carry over to her ears, and she just shakes her head in amusement. 

~~~ The Next Day ~~~

“Alright, ready baby?”

“Do your worst.”

“Next up is… 사랑해.” Her eyes hold a hint of mischief, and you furrow your brow as you try to place where you’ve heard that. 

“Wait, wait, wait. Have you said this one before? It sounds familiar…” Now, deeply confused, you rack your brain. She plays innocent, though, having no intention of bringing up what happened the night before. With you being none the wiser, she’s content with teasing you for now. 

“Oh, that’s gonna drive me insane. Roseanne! What does it mean?” She chuckles at your frustration and use of her full name, but she doesn’t give in. Clearly, she gets a kick out of this. 

“Just start guessing, babe.”

~~~ Present Day, At The Blackpink Dorm ~~~

“Guys, I have the perfect game for tonight! Somebody was talking about it at the studio today: it’s called the Newlywed Game. I wanna see how well the lovebirds can do.” Lisa informs as she walks through the front door of the dorm, making her way into the living room where you and the girls are sitting. 

“Oh you’re on, Manoban. I know Rosé like the back of my own hand.” A smug expression takes over your features as you smirk at Lisa, standing up and playfully challenging her. 

“Oh yeah? Jennie and I are so gonna beat you.” She matches your energy, coming eye to eye with you, and she struggles to mask her grin. With the way she’s moving her lips to hide it, she kinda looks like a fish. 

Jisoo is next to speak as she goes to stand between the two of you, pretending to hold you back. “Hey, hey, break it up. Save it for the game.” Lisa sticks her tongue out at you, which prompts you to brush past Jisoo and tackle her onto the sofa. Jennie shouts, “Fight! Fight! Fight!” And soon, all of you are piled together in a heap of fake punches and throws, laughing loudly. 

{....} The Game {....}

“It’s neck and neck as our couples head into the final round; whoever wins this, wins the game.” Jisoo announces to no one, gesturing and looking to imaginary cameras around the room. “Contestants, are you ready?” Everyone nods in affirmation, and you give Rosé’s hand a loving squeeze. 

“Who was the first to say, ‘I love you’?”

At the question, you look to Rosé with a cocky expression on your face, absolutely convinced that you’ve got it in the bag. She scribbles her answer down on the white board -- yes, surprisingly, the girls had a few of them laying around the dorm -- and looks up at you with a smile. 

“Reveal your answers in 3...2...1…” Jisoo calls out in her best host voice, successfully creating suspense as she holds onto the numbers, dragging the count down out. 

“Now!”

Everyone flips their board around, and it seems as though time stops for a moment. Lisa and Jennie have the same answer, and you look to see what Rosé put -- despite being confident that you already know. Your jaw nearly drops to the floor as you read her name on the board.

“WHAT??” You exclaim, utter disbelief coursing through you: your whole life is a lie, it’s official. The other team is cackling by now, and you send them a mocking smile. 

Eyes now focused back on your partner, you say, “I totally said it first. Remember, that night after dinner with your parents back in Melbourne?” You hope something will click at that, her memory magically being jogged. Alas, that never happens. Everyone gets comfortable on the couches in preparation for the story she’s about to tell.  

“We hadn’t been dating super long, but it was when I was teaching you Korean back at your place. We cut the lesson short because you got sleepy, so I put you to bed. I couldn’t help myself though; you just looked so cute all cuddled up like that. I hadn’t expected for you to actually hear me, since I thought you had already passed out, but you asked me to tell you what it meant. I was stubborn and didn’t, of course,” You narrow your eyes at her, ready to stick up for your past self, but your heart secretly soars at how precious that story is.

“I love you, a lot, Rosé; but I hardly think that that counts, considering I was practically unconscious,” you say, putting emphasis on the word. The inner gamer in you is on full display, and you’re not ready to admit defeat yet. 

“Nope, we won, fair and square.” Lisa declares, exaggeratedly tossing her hair over her shoulder. You look to Jisoo, hands clasped together, eyes pleading, but she hands the victory to the other team. 

With a roll of your eyes, you tut at the loss; in no time, though, the feeling of Rosé’s arms snaking around you has you abandoning your little pity party, opting instead to smile at her. You pull her in for a kiss -- there’s no one you’d rather lose with, after all. Her lips turn up in a smile, and you can taste the cherry gloss on them. Eventually, the two of you decide to spare the others from your love-fest, and pull away. You keep an arm around her, your other hand busy being held by hers, and she lays her head on your shoulder. 

The playful atmosphere still stands, and Jennie goes to rub it in. “How’s it feel to lose, Y/N?” 

Dramatically, you look off into the distance, pretending to be in deep thought, before looking down at Rosé, and say, “With you, I can never lose; you’re the greatest prize I could ever ask for, Rosé.” The other girls let out a chorus of boos at your cheesy line, and Rosé lets out a little squeal as she scrambles to hide her blushing cheeks. With each laugh that she lets out, her body shakes against you, and you laugh right along with her. 

“Have I told you how adorable you are?” She asks, gazing up at you through her lashes. 

You purse your lips at her own cheesiness, and say, “Once or twice, I think. But tell me again.” 

Over the course of the night, she does just that -- multiple times, might I add -- and the 5 of you revel in each other’s company. Given their busy schedules, the opportunity to spend multiple hours with each other can be pretty rare; so, all of you thoroughly take advantage of the night. Karaoke sessions, Netflix binges, dance battles, food breaks, tickle fights -- anything you can think of, you guys probably did it. 

As things wind down, everyone is nodding off, and you take that as your cue to go. You remove your arms from their position around Rosé, the action drawing a whine from her, and you lay her back against the couch so that you can bid the girls goodnight.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” Jisoo says, voice laced with exhaustion, as she flips the small pillow in front of her over to the cool side. 

“Night, loser.” Lisa’s grin can be heard through her words, and you lightly smack her as you go by.

“Sleep well, Y/N. We love you.” Jennie is the most awake of any of them, and she reaches up to give you a hug. 

“Goodnight guys, we’ll see you in the morning.” Arms are thrown up into the air as a sign of acknowledgement to your statement, and you make your way back to Rosé.

She’s curled up against the side of the sofa, her hair falling gracefully over the armrest. Not having the heart to wake her up, you opt to scoop her up into your arms, smiling as she drapes hers around your neck. Her skin is warm against your own, and you take comfort in the feeling. Somehow she always manages to be so, so perfect, without even trying. As you make the journey back to her room, you’re careful to not bump into anything. She shifts a bit in your arms, and your heart nearly stops when she lazily mumbles your name in her sleep, a cute smirk on her lips. Nothing feels better than this.

Now in her bedroom, you slowly lean against the door until it shuts, and the soft sound of it latching behind you echoes across the silent space. You lay her down and pull the sheets up on her -- just as she had done that day, all those months ago -- and press a kiss to her cheek. “사랑해, Rosé.” As you climb into bed next to her, she rolls over to face you. A small smile plays on her beautiful lips as she says, “I heard that; I love you, too, baby.” A content sigh leaves your lips as you beam at her and pull her into your embrace. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world right now.

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It’ll be ok // fred weasley

Pairing: fred weasley x reader

Summary: the world just seems a little too heavy, but luckily, you have him by your side.

Warnings: it gets just a tad heavy mental health wise / not all of it is proofread so please forgive that

Word Count: 2.6k 

A/N: Hey guys!! Sooo this is my first ever fic on tumblr! I would just like to dedicate this piece to @ickle-ronniekins as it was her and a bunch of talented writers that inspired me to get back to writing, and I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for them!

Also if you like this fic please reblog! It would mean a lot if you did!

This fic is just a huge projection from my own feelings, quarintine has got me in my feels, and I’m sure everyone could do with some Freddie comfort. Enjoy!! <3

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There you were, hunched over various textbooks and pieces of parchment that seemed to cover the whole table. Fred looked up at the clock on the wall above the fireplace and then back down to you. Something in his eyes changed as he walked over to the table, quickly bidding goodnight to George and Lee as they headed up to the dorms.  

Fred sat in the chair next to yours and he couldn’t help to just take a minute to admire you. But from glancing at you now, Fred knew that something wasn’t right. From your usually very well-kept hair that now looked as though you ran your fingers through it at least a hundred times throughout the night to your joyless and sunken eyes, eyes that used to hold all the joy and spark Fred loved most about you, but are now just dull and almost... lifeless.

For a while now, Fred had noticed small changes in the way you’ve been acting recently, and it wasn’t even just him, all your other friends had taken notice as well, but no one knew what to do. It wasn’t until this very moment as he watched you tire yourself out with work that he realised just how much had changed, and he felt a pang of guilt for not talking to you about it sooner. So, in the softest voice he could muster, Fred tried to coax you from your work whilst placing a gentle hand on your arm. “Hey, love. ‘S getting a bit late, reckon we should head up to bed?”  

Your head snapped up at Fred as he spoke, only now taking notice of his presence, but you then quickly looked back down to continue scribbling mercilessly on the parchment. You needed to get this essay done before tomorrow, otherwise, you’ll slowly but surely fall behind on everything else. You can’t let that happen,  

“I’m sorry Fred, I really can’t. I have to finish this stupid essay for potions”  

“For potions? Isn’t that due next week?” You looked back up at Fred, your eyes widening as you became more distressed.  

“I-I know but if I get this done now then I can use my time to focus on other assignments. I’ve fallen behind and I need to catch up.” Fred slowly nodded his head in understanding. It seemed like a good enough excuse, hell, he’s been in this exact position before, pulling his fair share of all-nighters for assignments due the next day, but when Fred looked deep into your eyes, there was something there that he couldn’t quite place. Desperation? He wasn’t sure. 

“Look, love, you’re wearing yourself thin. You need a break”  

You don’t know why, but suddenly you’re very irritated. It’s possibly due to how much sleep you’re getting, well, more like lack of sleep. You don’t know why, but suddenly you’re snapping at him “Fred, I don’t need a break so can you just please leave me alone?” 

You don’t want to look at him, for the fear of seeing a look of hurt or the resentment that’s bound to be there you’re not sure you can take that sort of thing, so you lower your head and quickly wriggle your arm free from under his hand.  

Fred tried not to feel offended, he really tried, but you removing your arm from his touch just nicked him in his chest. He knew you didn’t have a problem with him, he knew this was something that seemed too out of his control, but he just wished he knew what to do to make you feel better. Maybe giving you some space should help.   

“Okay... I’ll head to bed then. Try not to stay up too late, yeah? I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight” Fred placed a quick and gentle kiss to the crown of your head as he stood up and walked towards the stairs. Before ascending, he looked back towards you still slumped in your chair, and an unsettling feeling crawled its way into his stomach. With one final look, he walked up the stairs towards his room.  

Once Fred left, you chucked down your quill in frustration and rapidly ran your hands through your hair, pulling at the roots in distress. You hated this. You hated how you get annoyed at things that shouldn’t annoy you, you hated how it was impossible to get a good night’s rest, you hated how your mind just wouldn’t. Shut. Up. And what’s worst of all, you loathed how you keep pushing the one person who seems to give a crap about you. It’s not like there’s a lot of people who do.  

A sharp pain nestled in your chest, but you tried to ignore it, you always did. You weren’t even sure what it meant. Anxiety? Guilt? It was probably a mixture of both. You didn’t know how, or when, you allowed it to get so bad. With Umbridge slowly taking over the school alongside her vile punishments (you’ve had your fair share of them), the upcoming N.E.W.Ts that you needed to ace and the stress of keeping up with the DA meetings. But that doesn’t even seem like the half of it. Every little inconvenience had the power to ruin the rest of your day.  

You couldn’t deal with it anymore, with any of it. You just wished there was a way to make the world slow down to grab your bearings, to just actually breathe. You released a big sigh and grabbed your quill again, but the tip doesn’t even touch the paper. It’s stuck, just like you. Eventually, you fold your arms on the table and rest your head on them. You know you must finish but maybe... just five minutes won’t hurt. Just five minutes.   

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Fred lay awake on his bed, staring up at the ceiling for merlin knows how long. That weird feeling in his stomach didn’t go away, something just felt extremely off. Fred checked the watch located on the table beside his bed. It was pretty late; he’d been awake for at least a couple hours. Knowing that he wasn’t going to be getting any sleep anytime soon, Fred threw the covers from his body and gently got out of bed, careful to not wake any of his sleeping roommates.  

By the time he made it down to the bottom of the stairs, he was already wishing to be back in bed, however, what he saw made him stop in his tracks. You were still there, this time unmoving with your head resting on your arms and your deep and even breathing. Why were you still here and not in bed? As carefully as he could, Fred walked over to your sleeping self and gently laid a hand on your shoulder squeezing just enough to rouse you.  

After a few more gentle squeezes you started to stir awake. Fred almost felt bad for waking you, but he knew that you would have a much better time sleeping in an actual bed than a desk. You lifted your head and Fred couldn’t help to admire the sheer adorableness of your sleepy form. Your hair was dishevelled and sticking up in a few places, your cheek was red from where it was resting and the tiny noises that came from you whilst you stretched. However, as much as he’d love to stare, he knew he had to take care of you, or at least get you to bed.  

Once you had done stretching, you looked around the table until your eyes landed on an arm, which trailed all the way to Fred’s face. You were taken aback at suddenly seeing his face next to yours, but you quickly calmed down upon looking into his soft eyes, the glow of the fire making his brown orbs look more alive and opening.  

“Hey,” Fred said, a small smirk appearing at the corner of his lips.  

“Hi,” you smile back. For a moment, when you looked into his eyes, you felt warm, like you were safe, you always did. You loved Fred, you loved him so much but often at times you caught yourself doubting whether or not you deserved to be with him, and each and every time Fred did his absolute best to prove your thoughts wrong. Looking into his eyes, you just get that feeling... the feeling of coming home to a warm bed after a cold day. Sometimes, you feel as if your heart might explode from the amount of love you have for him, you couldn’t even out into words. But that warm and safe feeling was quickly diminished and replaced with dread once you looked down to the mess that was sitting on the table. Darn this stupid assignment.

“Crap, I can’t believe I fell asleep!” you groan as you shuffled through some of the parchment, trying to find the one you needed.

“Hey, hey, hey, slow down there” Fred placed his hand on top of yours, trying to stop your erratic movements. “Don’t you think it’s time to take a bit of a break? It’s nearly two a.m.”

“Fred, I can’t just ‘take a break’, I’ve got too much to do,”

“And it’ll all still be here after you’ve had some sleep,”

You released a groan in frustration and turned to face him, your irritation getting the better of you. “Don’t you get it? That’s the problem!” your voice started to rise with each word, the stress and lack of sleep catching up to you. “If I stop now then I’ll fall behind and I just can’t let that happen, ok? So just back off.”

“Hey,” Fred grabbed your cheeks in both his hands and guided your face, so you were looking at him. Seeing your widened eyes and reddened cheeks concerned him, as this was just so unlike you. What happened to this happy-go-lucky and incredibly bubbly person go? The person who had the purest soul than anyone he knew? You just looked... tired. He knew he had to tread carefully here if we wanted to crack all your walls to understand what the hell is going on.

You moved your hands up to try and remove his from his face, but his grip tightened ever so slightly to make your attempts futile. “Look, I’m worried about you. All this,” he tilted his head to the side to gesture to everything on the table. “it isn’t like you. Please don’t hide away, because you know I’m here for you.”

You both stayed silent for a minute, his hands holding your cheeks and yours resting on his forearms. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, you just crumbled. Your face scrunched up and your breathing became erratic as you looked down to hide your face from Fred’s gaze. You leaned forward so your head was resting against his chest, letting out a few silent sobs as you just... broke. At the sight of your crying figure, Fred immediately jumped into action. He removed his hands from your face and wrapped his arms around your waist, carrying you over so you sat in his lap. One of his hands trailed up to stroke your head as his other maneuvered your legs so they wrapped around his torso, your head pushing further into his shoulder.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to get as close to him as possible. You just needed the warmth that constantly surrounded him. After a few minutes of tears and whisperings of sweet nothings into your ear along with Fred’s comforting touch, your breathing started to return to normal, and your sobs turned into the occasional hiccup. You weren’t really expecting to have a total breakdown, you honestly thought that you had things under control, but when you looked and Fred and he looked at you, you knew you couldn’t keep everything bottled up anymore.

Fred was the first to break the silence, “d’you wanna move to the couch? It'll be comfier”. The only response he got was a small nod of your head, you not really being able to trust your voice enough to speak. So, Fred stood up with you still wrapped in his arms as he carried you over to the couch in front of the fire, grabbing the spare blanket and wrapping it around you and himself. It was like a nice little cocoon of comfort and warmth.  

And for a while, you two stayed like that, basking in the silence and the warmth the fire provided. You knew you needed to say something, you just didn’t know what exactly you could say. Fred was in the same boat. Should he make a joke to try and make you feel better? That always did the trick. But... something about tonight just told him to leave it on the backburner for now. He slid his arm underneath the blanket and stroked up and down the expanse of your back, hoping to relax your tense muscles. Occasionally Fred would turn his head to place delicate kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose... basically anywhere his lips could find.

God... what did you do to desrve someone like him? Someone so boisterous and loud, but also understanding and gentle when he needed to be. As the minutes ticked by, and Fred’s hands continuously moving across your body, you finally found the courage to speak up.

“Sometimes I just feel like...” you trailed off, trying to find the right words.  

“like?”  

“like nothing is going to be ok. Like no matter how hard I try, or pretend, I’m not going to be ok,” your voice caught in your throat as you buried your head into his shoulder, a weak attempt to shield yourself from the world threatening to beat you down. A silent tear trailed down the side of your face, but you hadn’t made any attempt to wipe it away.

Fred sighed through his nose, and he swore a piece of his heart cracked when your voice did. He knew you were struggling with something, but he was just never sure of what or how bad it was. He only wished he could just take all your pain away, even force it upon himself if it meant that you’d get the chance to be happy.  

“Oh love, I had no idea. I’m so sorry”  

“It’s okay...” you half-shrug your shoulder, removing one of your arms from around his neck to quickly wipe the corner of your eye “no one really knew, so it’s fine”  

There was a moment of silence as the both of you tried to catch up with your thoughts, until Fred finally spoke up, a strain in his voice, “no, it’s not fine. I hate that you’re feeling like this. Please, is there anything I can do to help you?”  

You shrug your shoulder again. To be completely honest, you weren’t even sure if there was anything he could do. You've barely even figured out what you can do for yourself. However, there was one thing you knew you needed, the one thing that could help you through anything. “Just be here, and hold me?”  

Fred placed his lips to your forehead, leaving them there for a bit as he gave a gentle kiss. He breathed deeply through his nose and spoke the words against your forehead. “for you, my love, anything.”  

With those final words and his fingers slowly tracing up and down your arm, you felt for the first time, that maybe, just maybe, things might turn out ok.  

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whew and there we go!!! My first fic completed!! I honestly have no self control when it comes to word limits, my teachers hate me for that... oopsies! anyways I hope you all enjoyed that, if you guys liked my work feel free to send in any requests! 

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated!!

- Mills

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help! a thought a thought!

s13: cas comes back from the empty without his grace and jack is very much a baby.

cas promised kelly he'd look after him, but despite all those parenting books qnd online forums, looking after a nephil is no easy task, curiously more so when it comes to jack's human wants and needs. he sees the winchesters’ intent tohelp, but jack is his charge, and cas is going to protect and look after this kid with his own limited resources even if it kills him. in return, he gets apologetic and compassionate looks from both the brothers, but dean's gaze is also... stern? no, serious. it's as if he's holding back.

cas feels judged.

at the end of one such days in which jack is being extremely... difficult, cas all but collapses. funny how an angel of the lord who once led heavenly armies and would annihilate on command like a good soldier has been brought to the brink of tears by an adorable chubby-cheeked infant with a penchant for making cas feel guilty for arguably being the worst parental figure in the whole of history. well, surely not as bad as abraham or ivan vasilyevich. cas would never harm a single blond hair on jack’s precious little head, but he’s not a good.

he's so immersed in his own frustration that he doesn't notice the door opening or the familiar weight of steps across the bedroom. he does notice the sudden shadow, and he definitely notices when jack's being taken from him by a pair of hands he rebuilt himself with the utmost care, never suspecting how he'd yearn for their touch years down the line.

dean is good with kids. he had to be. right now though, with jack? he doesn't have to be good, but he is, he's excellent. obviously better than castiel, since in less than a couple minutes jack’s long-winded on-and-off tantrum morphed into silence and then giggles. jack's actually delighted, toothless smile and happy squeals and little fists thrown in the air.

'how did you...?' cas asks stunned, wiping from his eyes the treacherous evidence of his failed parenting.

dean raises an eyebrow, but turns his face when jack's tiny hand pets his jaw. dean makes faces then, his beautiful features contorting into expressions cas had never seen. jack, laughs and curls up against dean's chest, face hiding in the junction between his neck and chin.

jack closes his red-rimmed eyes and sighs contentedly.

'dude. babies are all about vibes, man. they can sense shit, and you being all stressed out was not helping.'

cas looks down at his hands and feels every ounce of his inadequacy being maximized to stand as tall as the chrysler building.

'i... thought it'd be easier, dean. i try, i do. but jack... of course it's not his fault, that’s not what i’m saying. it's mine. he doesn't seem happy with me, and he obviously does not like me.'

dean stops rocking jack and sits on the bed next to cas, his face schooled into that expression cas has seen but can't tell the meaning of.

this time dean doesn't hold back though.

'one, that's a load of bullcrap. kid loves you. you're his dad, remember?' it's weird being admonished by dean on this particular subject, but if anyone would know about raising kids, that'd dean. he continues, 'which brings me to point number two. cas, babies are not easy. no parent has it all figured out, no matter how many books you read or how old you are. it's totally normal to hit a few bumps in the road, trust me.'

cas sighs, relieved by dean's soothing words of wisdom.

but cas' self-doubt must be a thousand-headed beast, experience has taught him many things, and right now that means he knows, from experience, that he's most likely to mess things up with jack as soon as dean hands him back.

he misses his powers. if he were still an angel he'd be able to bond with jack through their grace, and they’d have a more meaningful connection. or not.

dean, wonderful as he is, is only a human, and in less than five minutes he got jack wrapped around his finger. maybe even all “juiced-up” cas would be just as lacking.

'i wish i had your nurturing skills' cas confesses.

dean clears his throat.

'you have them' he says.

cas looks up and meets dean's determined yet nervous eyes. confused, cas clarifies, 'no, i meant i wish i could-'

dean cuts in, 'i know what you meant, cas. but i meant you have, uh, my... "nurturing skills" or whatever. because you have me. okay, cas? you have me.'

'oh?'

cas hopes, he does. but he isn't good at articulating his feelings when it comes to dean. perhaps cas learned it from him. after all, once he used to be able to declare his thoughts without flinching or feeling apprehensions of any kind.

but, when it comes to dean, he's afraid of saying the wrong thing, of saying too much.

dean continues, making what he can with cas' poor response, 'if you want, of course. and i mean... you're doing great with the little rugrat, cas, but normal babies are a handful and jack's half freaking angel. i know it's tough, and i don't like seeing you all...' he waves in cas' direction. baby-stained rumpled clothes and face worn, dark circles under the eyes are apparently not a very good look on him. he shouldn't be offended, but it still stings a bit, knowing he's doing a bad enough that his whole body is living proof of it.

'dean, you don't have to,' he replies.

'but i want to,' dean says without skipping a beat.

jack sighs happily.

'let me take care of him. with you.' his green eyes search into cas', his pitch slightly higher and his tone pleading, 'just let me help you, cas. please. we' re a - a good team, you and i. we've gone through shit must people can't even begin to imagine, so i think we can do this' his shoulder bumps gently against cas' arm. 'watcha' say, pal. wanna raise a baby together?'

cas stares back in shock, failing to taper down his burgeoning hope. but dean cannot mean what cas wants him to mean. it's not like that with them. they're friends. best friends. but do best friends raise kids together? he shouldn't poke at this.. thing, but the need to know is overpowers his better judgment, so his next words could very well be the last ones he uttered before getting his heart irreparably torn to shreds.

'i thought only couples raised children together, dean.'

dean huffs and rolls his eyes, 'that nuclear family crap is a big fat lie, cas. white picket-fence propaganda. there are many types of families in the world. not everyone gets to have a mom who lives long enough to raise her children or a dad who gives a fuck if his kids ate, consumed by a piss-poor avenger complex.'

of course. he should've known. absorbed by his own selfish wants, dean's complicated upbringing slipped from cas' mind, and now he's made the conversation awkward if dean's hesitancy is any indication to go by.

cas stays silent.

'but,' dean starts, his cheeks are colored red and he blinks twice then once again, keeping watery eyes at bay. 'we could do that too, cas. if that's.. if you'd, um, like that. you and me and this little one.'

dreaming. cas must be dreaming.

'like a family?' he asks suspiciously.

'like a family' dean says guarded.

but.

and because he needs to be sure, and dean probably didn't realize the very non-platonic implication of his statement, he asks 'like a... couple?'

'yes' the word is breathed out with pleasure and dean smiles at him warmly and openly, and he looks so beautiful like this, sitting on cas' bed with a sleepy jack safely tucked against his body.

'okay' cas says, because he doesn't know the etiquette for this specific scenario, and besides, they have to keep their voices low and their movements subtle if they want to keep jack from stirring awake.

'alright' dean says. then dean turns to whisper something in jack's ear, but the words are easily carried across what little space rests between them.

'heard that, baby? i’m gonna take good care of you and your daddy from now on.'

so, they take care of jack together. cas' parenting skills improve rather quickly, dean's natural instincts are lifesavers, and every day the three of them become happier and better rested. endless nights of cuddling will do that to you. in short, dean and cas raise their baby like a couple, and, with jack, they are, in every sense of the word, a family.

#I AM SOFT #i'll have lunch now because i got carried away with this oops. #was supposed to work on a gifset e.e #creating different types of content is a Thing. #destiel fanfic #or #destiel drabble #idek #deancas #my fanfic #I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY WITH THEIR BABY #but now they are :') #baby!jack #fuck capitalization bitches got no time for that :( #pardon ME im thee cheesiest i know 😩

[janeykath318]

The Beard Effect (Shieldshock)

Getting invited to the super secret Avengers lair was a pretty big deal to a former “science minion.” The Accords had split the Avengers in half and those who had joined Steve Rogers in refusing to sign it were basically fugitives. It angered Darcy that the people who’d saved earth multiple times were being treated like criminals, just so the government had convenient scapegoats. 

Jane and Darcy were both vocal opponents of the Accords because of the gross human rights violations and as a result, a lot of opportunities suddenly disappeared. 

Jane went about muttering how she planned to portal Ross’s ass into outer space and Darcy was fully on board with that plan. 

Unfortunately, before any portalling could happen, they ended up getting kidnapped again. This wasn’t their first rodeo and they managed to overcome the thugs and hijack their van, but it broke down in the middle of nowhere and the two of them were left stranded, with no way to call for help. 

“What’ll we do now?” Jane asked

“Start walking,” Darcy suggested. “There’s bound to be some kind of civilization around here.”

Jane looked skeptical, but she shrugged and started walking. After an hour or so, they found a small lane that wound up and disappeared into the forest.

“That looks promising,” Jane said hopefully. “A Driveway!”

“Or the lane to a lair of villains or serial killers,” Darcy said, earning herself a glare. 

“It’s starting to get dark, Darce. I think we have to take our chances. I don’t see any other signs of habitation.” 

“True, but don’t come crying to me when an axe murderer is chasing you.” Darcy griped, but she started following the path, which turned out to be much longer than it looked.

“Don’t move!” A voice suddenly hissed from the shadows, stopping both women in their tracks.

“See? I told you!” Darcy crowed triumphantly. 

A figure emerged from the shadows, brandishing a gun, which he quickly holstered after he saw who they were.

“Darcy?”

“Clint?” Darcy exclaimed, recognizing her favorite archer and partner in crime. 

“How in the world did you get here?” Clint asked warily. “No one knows about this place.”

“Honestly, it was a complete accident,” Darcy told him. “We got kidnapped and escaped, but got stranded in the middle of nowhere and started walking, hoping to find other non-shady humans. This driveway looked promising, so here we are.” 

Clint looked very concerned and quizzed them on their captors and where they’d left the van before speaking into his comm. 

“I’ve explained the situation to Cap. He says to bring you up.”

“Steve’s here?” Darcy asked, heart doing a flutter of anticipation.

“Yep,” Clint grinned knowingly. He was well aware of the crush Darcy had on said Captain and used to tease her about it frequently. 

“Shall I tell him you send your love?”

“No!” Darcy nearly shouted, face turning pink. “Just get us safely inside.”

“Whatever you say,” Clint said with a smirk, chuckling to himself as he led them to the plain looking ranch house at the end of the lane. There was another brief discussion over the comms and then they were being ushered inside.

It was the typical plainly furnished basic safe house, but it was cluttered in a well-lived in way. Darcy recognized Wanda, Scott and Sam right away and greeted them all enthusiastically. Then Steve Rogers walked in and put a halt to all coherent thoughts. 

The man was gorgeous to begin with, but he’d let his hair get rather shaggy and—glory of glories—he’d grown a beard. He looked a bit world weary and tired, but he smiled right at her.

“Hi, Darcy, Jane.”

“Hi.” Darcy squeaked out, now doubly overcome from the smile AND the beard. She’d always had a weakness for bearded men, but Steve’s glorious specimen took that to a whole new level.

Jane took pity on her and took charge of the conversation, explaining what had happened to them and asking if they could be so kind as to tell them where they were and provide them a lift back to civilization.

“Sure we can,” Steve agreed, “but we should probably wait until morning. Natasha and Sharon are out scoping things out and we’ll soon find out more about your kidnappers. Were either of you hurt at all?”

“Only a few bruises and rope marks. Darcy and I kicked ass. They won’t mistake us for helpless scientists ever again.”

Jane spoke proudly and Darcy nodded enthusiastically. She’d wished Natasha could have seen it. 

Steve outright beamed at this, which caused Darcy to trip and go down in an embarrassed heap. She stayed on the floor, wishing a portal would appear and whisk her away. 

“Why are you like this?” Jane sighed in exasperation as she and Steve helped Darcy up.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, concern in his voice.

Mortified, Darcy couldn’t look at him and mumbled “Yeah. Just tired. Being kidnapped wears one out.”

She wanted to die. Why did she always have to make herself look like an idiot in front of him? 

Steve, being the gentleman he was, volunteered to sleep in the living room so Jane and Darcy could have a bed. Darcy tried not to think about what sleepy Steve would look like as she counted sheep that night. 

She awoke the next morning and wandered out to the kitchen to find Natasha making coffee.

“Sleep well?” The spy greeted her, green eyes appraising her.

“Yes,” Darcy managed. “Though if you have extra coffee, I could definitely use some.” 

They caught up over their caffeinated beverages and Darcy heard more of the story of how Natasha had ended up changing her mind about the Accords and joining Team Cap. 

Right in the middle of a very funny anecdote involving Clint, Sam, and Scott, the door opened and Steve entered the house, sweaty and disheveled after a morning run.

Darcy’s laughter died in her throat as she observed Steve’s damp white shirt and glistening skin, muscles very much on display. 

“Morning, Nat. Darcy,” he acknowledged, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and gulping it down.

Darcy let out a “morning!” and got the heck out of there, face burning again. She needed a cold shower and fast. She heard Natasha laughing at her, but decided she’d deal with that later. Steve was going to be the death of her. 

“Nat, do you know why Darcy hates me? She practically runs away whenever I enter a room and I don’t know what I did.”

A bewildered Steve was asking his friend this question two months later when they were settled in a new, larger, secret compound, joined by Darcy and Jane. He’d liked Darcy a lot and used to enjoy her company, but now, she could barely stand to look at him and he was rather confused and a little hurt. 

“I can’t speak for Darcy, but I don’t think it’s anything you did,” Nat assured him. “Have you tried talking to her?”

“Yes, but she always is too busy or finds a reason to escape before I can get more than one sentence out. I figured she really doesn’t want to be around me, so I let it go.”

Steve ran a hand through his hair in frustration, wondering how in the world he was going to fix this. He missed Darcy and this situation was  becoming very upsetting to him. 

“I’ll see if I can find out what’s what,” Natasha promised. “It is very unlike Darcy to leave someone in the dark if they’ve offended her.”

That very afternoon, Darcy found herself locked in a closet with none other than Steve. All the banging and yelling and swearing and angry texting at Jane and Natasha availed nothing. 

Natasha’s blunt text took the wind out of Darcy’s sails and she looked over at Steve remorsefully. They were right. She’d let her stupid crush get in the way of her friendship. 

“I could break this door down, you know,” Steve offered. 

“No need,” Darcy sighed, smiling weakly. “It’s about time I put my big girl pants on and told you what’s going on. It’s not your fault. I just am a complete disaster around guys I have a crush on and I may have a thing for the beard,” she finished, blushing like a tomato. “Which is why I could hardly say a word to you without squeaking.”

“So I didn’t hurt you?” Steve asked cautiously. 

“No. It was mostly me trying to control my wild urges to say or do totally inappropriate things to you. Face it, Steve. You’re irresistible.”

Steve gave a bashful grin. 

“I don’t know about that. But what if I told you I would be totally okay with you being “inappropriate?” Because I too must confess to having had some inappropriate thoughts.” 

“Really? About me?” Darcy asked, starting to feel very smug. 

“Definitely you,” Steve said, looking at her very intently. She blushed again and moved over close to him so she was right up in his space. 

“So Watcha gonna do about it, soldier?” She asked flirtatiously.

Steve grinned.

“Let’s start here,” he murmured right before he kissed her. 

It was better than her wildest dreams. Holy crap, the man could kiss! Knees already weak, she clutched him for dear life as the kiss deepened. 

“If I’d have known this would be the result, I’d have grown a beard a long time ago,” Steve admitted when they came up for air. “I’m crazy about you, Darcy. Have been for awhile.”

Darcy giggled against his chest. 

“You’re still plenty hot without it, but it kinda was the icing on the cake,” she told him.

Neither of them noticed when Natasha unlocked the doors. She listened for a moment, then smiled triumphantly and texted Jane that the mission was a success. Nothing was seen of either Steve or Darcy for the rest of that day. 

#shieldshock #steve rogers #darcy lewis #bearded steve is my jam #and darcy's

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FabFiveFeb Alan!

Finally got this bugger edited, so here it is, my offering for Alan week of @gumnut-logic​ FabFiveFeb. Once again I’ve written what my daughter plotted with a few of my own tweaks thrown in.

“Is there really nothing else to do around here?” Alan whispered to Selene, jolting her awake from the sleepy doze she was enjoying stretched out on a sun lounger. “How can you just lay around here all day?”

“Like you don’t do the same every day at home?” she grumbled, stretching out in an effort to wake up. She'd never admit it, but she was getting a bit bored with having nothing to do, hence the impromptu nap time. 

“That’s different, I’ve got things there to do.”

“You mean you have technology?” Selene grinned evilly. “Whereas here it’s-”

“Like I’ve gone back in time to 2015 and the graphics suck, " he groaned. 

“Come on, it’s not that bad, don’t you like the peace and quiet?” Selene’s family home was indeed very quiet, set apart from the other houses on the street, it backed out into a small but flower filled garden that held nothing but the sun loungers they were currently occupying, the picnic table their drinks were on, a slightly rusted BBQ, some yoga mats and a bird bath in the shape of a frog on a lily pad.

Alan looked towards Selene's cool, but rather weird, younger brother who was currently doing some kind of yoga crossed with Tai Chi that seemed to have a little of that 1970’s disco type of dancing thrown in for good measure.

“Adam, help me,” he begged, trying to invoke the bro code. 

“Chill out, little dude, it’s all good," Adam said, his sleepy tone the perfect accompaniment to his snail like movements. 

“Nothing about this is good,” Alan huffed, feeling dismissed and beyond frustrated. He was seriously regretting offering to go with her for a visit under the mistaken belief that time spent away from his brothers with his cool sister-in-law would be awesome. But no, he’d been stuck there for three days and they’d done nothing but talk about boring things that he couldn’t really join in with because he didn’t share the same memories that they did and watch TV in the evenings. The only positive thing was the quality of the food on offer.

“How did you grow up like this and not die of boredom?”

“We made our own fun, we’d read, draw, do arts and crafts, go on days out and-”

“Days out? Where did you go?” Alan jumped on that information like John on a double cheeseburger after a month in space.

Selene thought about it for a moment or two. “The seaside?” she offered. "That was always our favourite place to go and somewhere we always looked forward to, a rare treat really."

“The beach? Yes! Can we go?” he gave her his best pleading puppy eyes and she was, as he well knew, powerless to resist.

“Well…” she dithered, caught between spending time in her family home with her mum as it came up to what would have been her parents 30th wedding anniversary and the need to do more than sit around and mope, especially if that moping meant that her littlest love had a crap time.  “Ad’s, are you up for a road trip to Southend?”

Her brother paused in his Night Fevering to look at her. He seemed to think about it for far longer than was necessary before nodding. 

“I could go for that. Wanna take my car?”

                  ***

“I’m never getting in a car with your brother again,” Alan shuddered, still looking a little stressed out by the whole experience.

“Yet you’ll get in a jet with Scott?”

“Scott goes faster than 25 mph and he knows what road signs are,” Alan explained in the same tone that John adopted whenever he was explaining to her why she actually needed an investment portfolio. 

“Road signs are all part of the conspiracy, man, they just want you to follow blindly and never question where they are sending you.”

“To the beach, they were sending us to the beach,” Alan continued to bitch. Selene couldn’t blame him, two hours in a car with her brother's sitar music, cloud of vape smoke and tendency to lose track of their destination was enough to make anyone a little antsy. Maybe now he'd stop complaining when she took too long to fly them to her flat. 

They left the car park and headed towards the seafront. Thankfully, with it being a weekday and term time, there weren't too many people about. As always the sea was a dirty grey colour, nothing like the clear blue they were used to on the island and Selene could tell that Alan was looking at it with thinly veiled disgust.

Southend had been promoted to a historic seaside town back in 2038 and hadn’t changed since. The lights of the out of date arcades still flashed in welcome, drawing Alan’s attention almost immediately, the little beach huts still offered deck chair rental and the amusement park with its clanking, clunking kiddy rides and its ancient roller-coaster still drew some crowds. 

“See that there?” she pointed out towards the sea. “That’s still the longest pleasure pier in the world.”

“Pleasure Pier? Did you have to make that sound so dirty?” Alan groaned.

“Sorry, but that’s what it’s called, there are different classifications and one that has no purpose but for leisure activities like this one, is known as a pleasure pier.”

“I didn't know that, but it still doesn’t make it any better,” he muttered as she slipped one arm through his and the other through Adam’s to tow them across the road.

The air was filled with a mixture of freshly fried donuts, fish and chips and the unmistakable scent of the sea and Selene was immediately hungry.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve been here,” she sighed happily, relaxing into the atmosphere of what had once been one of her favourite places in the world. She could vividly remember how exciting it had been to hear the announcement that they were going to the seaside for the day. That meant an afternoon spent playing on the beach, splashing in the sea, eating dinner out of a paper tray with a little wooden fork and, if you were really lucky, a trip around the sealife center and a floaty helium filled balloon to take home with you.

Looking out down the length of the beach she easily conjured up images of childhood days gone by, seeing her father chasing Adam down the beach as he attempted to make a break for freedom or tried to eat a clump of seaweed while her mother screeched at Rufus to run faster and catch him.

Maybe coming here had been a good idea in other ways too, she pondered. Her mother tended to favour being miserable if it was an option, and often when it wasn't, and had been mooching around the house sighing like she was a Victorian ghost haunting the place. She’d gone out to visit friends for the day, leaving them alone and that had been when Alan had seized his chance. And Selene for one was glad he had, he was always good at sensing when she was in need of cheering up and this time had been no exception.

“Can we start at the arcades?” Alan asked, looking more excited than he had in days. Who was she to disappoint him?

“Sure, lead the way!”

        ***

Two hours later and Selene had finally dragged her brothers away from the bleepy, shiny, flashy machines and back into the fresh air. Alan, it transpired, was almost as good on a claw machine as John and she was now lugging along a whole new family of stuffed toys, all slightly moth eaten and smelling a little suspect but cute nonetheless.

“I’m hungry,” Alan announced.

“Good call, little dude.” Adam, surprising Alan no end, had joined in rather enthusiastically at the arcade, being more active and alert than he’d ever seen him before, displaying a competitive streak that rivaled a Tracy's. But, now that the excitement of gaming had died down, he was back to his chilled and slightly lethargic self.

“Fancy some donuts?” Selene suggested.

“Sis…” Adam drawled. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Selene giggled, shoving the stuffed toys into her brother’s arms as she headed to the donut stalls. “I'll get them, you two meet me on the beach.”

Her arms now free of their burden Selene quickly ordered three dozen of the delectable little morsels, something the English called Dinky Donuts, small little ring donuts, freshly fried and drenched in a sprinkling of sugar. Knowing that they’d need them she bought some drinks too and took her bounty back to the boys, proudly displaying her prize.

“I got them!” she yodeled, but no excited sounds were heard in return. “What’s up?” she asked, nudging Alan as she reached his side.

“What the heck is this?”

“The beach, duh. What else could it be?"

He scuffed a toe into the stones at his feet. “This is not a beach, this is all stones. Where's the sand?”

“It’s a pebble beach, most of the British coast is,” she shrugged.

“It’s wrong.”

“If you say so,” she wasn’t in the mood to argue or defend the virtue of their beaches, she had hot donuts to eat. 

“This is not a beach, there’s no surfers, no sand, no lifeguards, no nothing.”

“This is England, we take things at a more chilled pace,” she soothed, dumping a bag on each of the boys' laps.

She took her own and opened it, inhaling the rich scent. Oooh yeah, that hit the spot. She reached in to pluck one out, studying it from all angles, marveling at it's perfection. She lifted it to her mouth prepared for the taste explosion that was about to assault her mouth in the very best of ways…

“Sel!” A sharp Alan elbow embedded itself in her side, making her drop the donut. She watched in horror as it hit the pebbles and rolled away.

“You had better have a good reason for making me sacrifice a donut,” she warned him.

“Over there!” 

Selene turned, following the direction in which Alan was pointing. 

“What? I don’t see anything?” All she saw was the relatively empty beach, nothing but a few seagulls pecking around hopefully, one coming close enough to snag her lost donut, racing off in triumph with it in its mouth. 

“Them,” he pointed again.

“Them? What about them?” The them in question turned out to be a small group of school age boys, the oldest no more than ten years old. They were all holding a number of balloons from the pier, which were bobbing along above their heads and looked perfectly innocent. “They’re just having a day out, could be an inset day or something at school.”

“No, look what that one's holding,” Alan insisted, nodding towards the oldest looking boy who was carrying a small box with holes in it.

Selene squinted closer. “Is that an animal box?” She was amazed that Alan had even noticed such a thing, she hadn’t looked twice at the boys, just seeing a happy group of friends at the seaside on a rare day off school. Alan always seemed like he was paying little attention to anything, more absorbed in his games or phone, but here was the undeniable proof that he was just as good as his brothers and had inherited their danger seeking sense.

“Looks that way,” Alan agreed. 

“It could be innocent,” Selene argued lamely. “Maybe they are just taking their pet on a day out too?"

“Sure, that’s what it’ll be,” Alan said, rolling his eyes. 

“Honestly, it’s something I’d do,” she retorted, feeling the need to defend herself and her wish to believe that there was good in everyone.

“We’ll keep an eye on them,” Alan decided, finally reaching into his own bag for a donut.

As was usually the case, Selene was easily distracted by talking to her brother and just enjoying the novelty of being in a different place to one she was used to. She’d finally grown accustomed to hearing the sound of the ocean at all times of the day and night after so long in a city where traffic was the only ambient noise. b

But here the sound was different to the island, here the waves lapped gently over the pebbles rather than crashing against rocks and she was surprised that she could tell the difference. 

She’d worried, when Alan had suggested going out, that this little beach from her childhood which stood out so bright and shiny in her memories, would look pale and dull in reality. Life was often that way, your memories and imagination creating a perfect picture that was rarely obtainable in the real world and she didn't want her memories tainted by the truth. Thankfully she had been worried over nothing and was finding it just as charming as she had remembered it to be.

“Not bad are they?” she asked, turning to Alan to see how he was enjoying his donut feast but the space next to her was empty.

“Allie?” she called, looking around like he might suddenly pop out of nowhere. Surely she hadn't ignored him for too long? 

“Alan!” she yelled, trying again. He was a big boy now, an adult in his own right, but she got just as panicked when she lost Scott, which was actually easier if you could believe that. Alan was usually happy to hang near her and chill, Scott was always dashing off to look at something or other and would just vanish into the ether without a second thought. 

“Ad’s, have you seen Alan?”

“Yeah, little dude, cool shirt, strange hair.”

“Thanks for that lovely description. I meant did you see where he went?”

Adam nodded, pointing further down the beach to where the small group of school boys stood, Alan beside them, waving his arms violently, clearly yelling at them though she couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“Shit!” Selene was up in a second, grabbing Adam's arm and towing him along in the process, forcing him to abandon his stuffed animal squad to the mercy of the seagulls as they barreled down the beach after Alan. 

"Al," she panted, finally catching up, "what…doing?" 

In answer the small box that the boy had been carrying was thrust into her hands, a disgruntled rustling noise along with a manic scrabbling, coming from inside. 

"Oi! Give that back!" a boy yelled, his piggy nose turned up to the sky in indignation. "We 'ad ta catch that thing ourselves. Ain't no way you're gonna snatch it."

"You're not getting it back," Alan insisted, his arms folded as he firmly stood his ground. 

Selene passed the box on to Adam who was standing there doing absolutely nothing to help, his attention on the balloons floating above them. Once her hands were free she immediately flanked her little brother, knowing that he wouldn't be doing this without a very good reason. 

"What's going on?" she demanded to know, her hands on her hips. "What are you boys up to?" 

"This idiot won't give us it back," the oldest boy and apparently the mouthpiece of the little hoodlum brigade, continued to yell. Selene had seen boys like him before, usually ones with overly aggressive parents that taught their kids that you got what you wanted in life by being obnoxious, rude and threatening. Well not on her watch and apparently not on Alan's either. 

"You're right , I won't," Alan agreed. "Because that is a living creature that you were about to tie to a bunch of balloons."

"Weren't doin' nothin' of the sort. Yer lyin'." 

"You were what?" Selene hissed, her attention fully engaged now that there was the potential for injury of an animal. "You were going to send an innocent animal into the sky on the end of some balloons?" 

"Nah, we weren't," the little bully boy continued to argue, elbowing one of his friends when they opened their mouth to speak. 

"We ain't doing nothin' wrong, were we lads? Nothin' at all. Just a little experiment for school, jus' like teacher said."

"Experiment? What kind of experiment?" Selene asked, narrowing her eyes in warning. 

"Why should we tell you?" the mouthy one sneered. "You ain't nothin'."

"We were just seeing if he could reach space, like. Teacher said that people would send monkeys up in rockets a hundred years ago," another boy piped up, sounding pleased with himself. "Figured we'd try the same out ta sea like a note in a bottle."

"You are so not doing that!" Selene yelped. 

"Yeah, 'ow you gonna stop us?" 

"You wanna say that to the police?" Alan threatened. 

"Police? Yeah righ', like yer gonna jus' call up the police like they actually care. An' then wot, 'ave em come running on the say so of a nobody? Fer this? I don't think so, mate. They don't give a crap."

"Listen up you little shit," Selene started, rapidly losing patience. "You're not getting that…Whatever that is-" 

"Rat," one of the kids helpfully offered. 

"Rat," Selene continued with a little shudder of horror at the fact that they had gone to all the trouble of capturing a dirty rat off the street just to do something cruel to it. "You're not getting it back and you're not going to hurt it. What's wrong with you all?" 

"He's been to space," Adam suddenly piped up, like he was only just catching up to the conversation but still missing the main point, pointing at Alan helpfully. 

"Space, yeah right," another of the boys, a weedy looking string bean that had previously been hiding near the back of the pack, looking at Alan judgingly. None of the boys looked particularly bothered by their threats or the fact that Selene was practically spitting, she was so angry. 

"Al," she demanded, determined to win the little shits respect. "Show them that clip you took last Saturday, the one on your board."

"We can all board, you ain't nothing special," the mouthpiece sneered, not impressed in the slightest. 

Alan pulled out his phone, fiddled with it for a second then showed them the screen where a video was playing, taken from his vlogging drone as he boogied around outside Five on his astroboard. The dark heavens were clearly visible all around him while the earth spun quietly below, and there, if you looked closely, was John, in the background, sitting on the outside of the gravity ring, clearly doing all the work while Alan filmed for Brandon’s channel. The Alan on screen zoomed in a loop the loop, the drone following, the camera angle changing to show Three securely docked to Five.

“That actually is space!” one kid gasped.

“And that’s...that’s…” another stuttered.

“Thunderbird THREE!” someone screamed in excitement.

“Still think I’m a nobody that the police won’t listen to?” Alan asked casually as he pocketed his phone. "Maybe I should skip the police and go straight to the GDF? What do you think, Sel?" 

"Yep, sounds like a plan to me. They take animal cruelty very seriously, you know."

The ring leader visibly deflated before their eyes, but he valiantly tried to hold on to his ‘couldn’t give a shit’ attitude.

“So you know some people, what’s that got ta do with anythin’? You ain’t the boss here.”

“Knock it off, Wendle, it’s over,” one boy ordered, rolling his eyes.

"Wendle?" Alan mouthed to Selene who shrugged in return. Never had a kid looked less like a Wendle in the entire world. 

“Yeah, I never wanted to do this in the first place,” another joined in. 

The first one to have spoken walked away, followed by another, then the other that had spoken. Others trailing after them until the small group had dispersed as if it had never existed, all of them hurrying off down the beach with calls for getting donuts or having to head home.

Wendle managed to stand his ground for less than a minute before he gave in.

“Keep the stupid rat then!” he yelled, taking off after his friends.

Adam, being Adam, waved goodbye like it was the most normal thing in the world, still holding the rat filled box.

Alan let out the breath he’d been holding, visibly shaking, either from anger or adrenaline. He had never been one for confrontation no matter what form it took or who it involved.

“You did good, babe,” Selene praised, giving him a hug.

“Yeah, good, little dude,” Adam agreed, “here, have this, I insist,” he handed him the box with the rat in it like it was some great prize.

“Erm, thanks,” Alan said, gingerly accepting the box of rat, which rustled as the creature inside shifted around. He held the box for a second, looking completely bemused and a little disgusted, suddenly having a very real feeling of compassion for John when he walked in on Selene and Scott doing something weird. 

“What are we going to do with the rat?” he finally asked Selene, who was the only one there since Adam had wandered off to rescue the stuffed animals they had abandoned, snatching up Alan’s dropped bag of donuts and picking one out to munch on.

“I don’t know,” Selene admitted, “I guess we should take it somewhere to release it. Not around here though, maybe back at Mum’s.”

“I guess,” Alan reluctantly agreed, not liking the idea of sitting in a car with a wild rat in a box. 

Since they had gained another tag along, even if it was in a box, they decided to cut the day short, knowing they couldn't drag the rat around with them all day. It had clearly suffered enough, what with being caught and stuffed in a box and having survived a narrow brush with death. It would be better for them to take it straight home and let it go in the relative safety of the garden before it got even more stressed out. 

"I'll drive," Selene insisted, leaving Alan to hold the rat in the back seats, Adam calling shotgun so he could 'pick the tunes, man'. 

With Selene in the driving seat it was a far shorter, not to mention less frustrating, journey back to Casa de Tempest. 

To Selene's intense relief their mother was still out when they got back. She would have pitched a fit if she'd seen them releasing a rat into her garden, she'd never go out there again. 

Adam wandered off the second they got home, muttering something about a tofu log, leaving them alone to release the beast. 

"You can do the honours," Selene smiled, nodding at the box he still held. "Since you were the one to perform the daring rescue. Seriously, you did good today, sweetheart, but I'm really starting to think that I need to stop taking a Tracy with me whenever I go places, you're all the same, nothing but trouble."

Alan blushed at the praise, as always finding it slightly uncomfortable to be the center of attention in such a way, but still happy to get the validation that he'd done the right thing. With so many big brothers who had all been there and done that before he had a lot to live up to and often felt like he couldn't quite match up to them. 

Taking the box over to the bushes near the fence where Selene had indicated, he opened the flaps and stepped back to give the little guy some room. 

The rat didn't move at first, staying inside the box, obviously scared by its experiences. They stayed quiet, giving it time to make up its mind. Finally they saw the box wobble as the rat made its tentative way out. 

"Shit!" Selene yelped, launching herself off her seat so fast Alan barely saw her move. 

"Sel, what are you…doing," he finished, stunned to see her hit the ground, the rat cradled protectively against her chest. 

"Help me up," she wheezed and he did as she bid, helping her to her feet as her hands were occupied. 

"What's wrong? Why did you catch it?" 

"Allie, look," she carefully opened her hands, just a little. A small, pink nose poked out, followed by a pure white snout, a grey face and perfect pink petal ears. 

"Is that…?"

"A domestic rat, yes. This was either someone's pet or it's come from a store. We can't let him go, he'll never survive in the wild."

"Wow, he's so cute. Can I hold him? He won't bite me will he?" 

"I don't know, he seems tame enough but he's had a fright today so I can't promise anything." She carefully placed the rat in Alan's outstretched hands. 

The rat, far from looking terrified, seemed to be perfectly fine now it was out of the box. It sat down on its haunches and began to wash its face with its little paws, one grey, one white. 

"Aww, he's great," Alan cooed, cupping the rat in one hand so he could stroke it gently with the other. "I've always wanted a pet."

Selene sighed, knowing exactly what was coming next, there was no escaping it, it was going to happen… 

"Can I keep him?" 

    ***

"We gotta move fast," Selene instructed. "I've got the cage and the bedding. Have you got the food?"

"Yep," Alan held up the bag with the food, treats and water bottle they had purchased on their way home. The rat was curled up in his new travel bag, which was hanging from Alan's shoulder. 

"Right, we make a break for it, we go straight to your room, don't look back no matter what happens and avoid John and Scott at all costs. Got it?" 

"Got it," he nodded, grinning happily. 

"They're gonna kill me," she sighed, not that there was much she could do about it. "OK, let's go!" 

They raced up the back stairs from the hangars, straight to the upper floors of the villa where the bedrooms were situated, bypassing the more populated communal areas and managing to avoid any and all Tracys. 

They dived into Alan's room, Selene struggling a little, burdened as she was with a three storey cage. Alan cleared a space on his desk and took the cage from her. 

While Alan set up the cage, filling it with fresh bedding and tasty foods, Selene made herself at home on Alan's bed, the rat happily perched on her chest, enjoying an ear fondle. 

"I didn't know you were back," a voice called from the hallway, accompanied by the sound of footsteps. 

Selene and Alan both jumped, their heads turning guilty towards the door they had neglected to shut where a suspicious looking spaceman stood. 

"Hey, gorgeous husband of mine, I've missed you!" Selene chirped, trying to divert his attention as she quickly grabbed the rat and stuffed it in the pocket of the hoodie she'd stolen from Adam. 

John gave her a look that said he'd seen everything.

"What's that?" 

"What's what?" she answered, trying to look innocent. 

"That tail sticking out of your pocket."

"Tail? What tail?" she poked the tail gently back inside.

"Why does Alan have a cage on his desk that he's trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to hide by standing in front of it?" 

"To put Gordon in?" 

One sleek ginger eyebrow rose and they both knew they were wasting their time. They were well and truly busted. 

Alan held out his hand and Selene passed over the rat, who was none the worse for its impromptu expedition into the depths of her pocket. It sat quietly in his hands, happily nibbling on a piece of cereal bar that had already been occupying his hiding place. 

"Where did that come from?" John's foot tapped out a rhythm as he waited for them to spill the beans, leaning against the door frame, his arms folded. 

"Have I told you how hot you look when you're all grumpy and intense like this?" Selene tried. 

"Where did you get the rat?" he repeated ignoring her blatant attempts at distraction. 

"The beach," Alan admitted, caving immediately under the big bro gaze. 

"The beach?" 

"Yep," Alan looked at Selene for backup, cradling the rat who didn't seem to care about any of the drama he was causing. 

"Some boys had him in a box and they were going to tie it to some balloons and let it go but Alan spotted them and stopped them," she explained. 

John glanced at the rat, who was looking very adorable and fat. 

Ever the master of managing her husband, Selene got to her feet and crossed the room to wrap her arms around John's middle. 

"Alan was great, he sprung into action before I even knew what was going on. He rescued him, and really, isn't that what International Rescue does? Rescue people?" 

"That's not a person, that's a rat," John argued, but she could tell he was weakening. 

"Did I mention that I missed you?" she grinned, standing on tiptoes to place a little kiss on his chin. 

John's sigh of surrender was epic. 

"I'm banning you from ever leaving the house again with any of my brothers. What next, a dolphin with Gordon? 

"No, don't be silly. We couldn't bring a dolphin home in my car."

John rolled his eyes ignoring his wife to face his brother. 

"Does that thing have a name?" 

"Yep," Alan answered, grinning proudly as he moved closer, holding the rat out for inspection. 

"John, meet Fuzz Aldrin."

#alan tracy #selene tempest #adam tempest #John Tracy #fabfivefeb #seaside #day out #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirdsarego #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction

[lost-in-the-80s]

It’s You pt. 1

Pairing: Duff McKagan x (fem) reader

Words: 2,002k.

Summary: You and Duff are best friends and you help him to impress a girl. You should be happy for him, but then why do you feel sad? You couldn’t like him, could you? (fluff + angst) 

A/N: 1- So, it got bigger than I expected, so I'll post the second part in the future.

         2- I didn't want to use a name for the girl, just in case it was someone's name, because it would be weird lol. Therefore, we are always calling her "She".

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Part 2

It was the year of 1983, Y/N was at The Rainbow with her friends, drinking and laughing about something, when he entered the place. He had blue hair and almost didn’t pass through the door due to his height. 

He looked so lost, checking booth after booth, trying to find something. He moved towards the bar, where he sat and asked for a beer. 

Y/N didn’t know why, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. So she decided to go and start a conversation. Draining the rest of her beer she stood up and moved towards the open seat beside him.

 “I’ve never seen you here.” He looked to the side and saw a tall girl with a kind smile on her face. “I’m Y/N, by the way!”. She extended her hand for him to shake. 

“I’m Duff.” He gave her a small smile and shook her hand, wishing he had put on a nicer jacket. “Funny name.” She said while asking for another beer. 

“So, where are you from?” She drank from the bottle and his eyes moved to her lips. He looked to her eyes and realized she was staring at him, waiting for his answer.

He cleared his throat. “Seattle” 

“Cool, I’m from Sitka.” He looked at her as if he was trying to think where the hell that city was. “It’s in Alaska.” She stated and saw his eyes light up a little with realization.

“So… What brings a Seattle boy to California?” He looked into her eyes and said firmly “I’m going to be in a band!” From hearing that Y/N had no doubt, he would be. The way he said it as if it was the only thing he was sure in his life, made her even more curious about him.

“What about you? California doesn't seem like something Alaskan people are into.” She laughed slightly and he thought that was a heavenly sound. “I got tired of nothing happening in my life. Wanted some change. So one day I decided I would come here.” 

“What do you do here?” He asked after he drank from his beer. “I'm a photographer!” He raised his brows. “Maybe when you find a band I can take the pictures for you!” 

He smiled at her. She was the first person to be nice to him in that town. Ever since he arrived the only human contacts he had were with the grumpy lady from the hotel he was staying at, and a man who he bumped into, on his way to the bar. 

“When did you get here? You still look kinda lost.” Duff looked at her and asked for another beer before answering. “Yesterday. I’m staying in a hotel down the street until I find somewhere to stay.” 

“If I were you, I wouldn’t stay there. A friend of mine stayed and got one of his bags stolen. Nobody really checks to see if the rooms are safe and shit.” 

This made Duff worried. He had all his guitars there. “Where do you think I could stay?” 

“There is a nice place near the beach, but it’s kind of expensive.” He frowned worriedly. 

“I haven’t got a job yet, can’t stay in somewhere that costs too much.” 

She finished her beer and thought for a while. “You know what? Fuck it. You can stay at my place for a while.”

“Re-really?” She got him surprised, that’s for sure. She nodded her head and giggled at his expression. “But you don’t even know me.” He said.

“Yeah, but I know how it is to be new in somewhere you don’t know anyone.” She paused for a while. “Plus, you’re a nice guy. I can see it in your eyes.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Fuck yeah, Duff!” He laughed at her exasperation. 

She stood up and took a ten-dollar bill out of her jeans pocket putting it on the counter. “Come on, let’s take your stuff from that place before it’s too late.” 

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Now it was 1986. They became best friends after that night. Duff stayed at Y/N’s place for about two weeks until he found someone to share an apartment with. She helped him find a job and went with him on his first rehearsal with Road Crew.

She saw Road Crew slowly fade as Duff was invited to this new band Guns n Roses. She saw how in doubt he was about leaving a punk band to be in a rock one. She also saw how happy he was after his first gig with them and from that day on, she knew they would make it big.

She was always there, helping them with everything and being their number one fan. 

It was a strangely cold night in March, she was at the hell house with the boys, watching a horror movie and eating pizza. That’s when Duff entered the house. He slammed the front door shut and went straight to his room. Something had happened.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N followed him, closing his door behind her. He was walking from one wall to another while mumbling something. “What’s going on Duff?” 

He looked at her for a while before he started to speak. “She said I’m nobody!” Y/N frowned. “Said my band is nothing.” He was so exasperated. “Said that I can call her when we are famous” He ran his hands through his hair.

Y/N knew who he was talking about. She was a secretary Duff met a couple of weeks ago at The Rainbow. He was head over hills for her since day one. Always trying to impress her, but she always dismissed him.

“Fucking bitch.” Y/N said. “Fuck her, you deserve better than someone who cares for this crap.” 

He rolled his eyes. He didn’t like it when Y/N talked like that about her. He knew she never really liked her, always saying that she wasn’t nice or that she didn’t like her personality, but still, he liked her.

It was true, Y/N didn’t like her at all. But it was because she was a bitch. Y/N didn’t like calling someone that, but it was true. Every time Duff was around, she would ask him if she was beautiful, touch his arm suggestively or call him “Duffy” and then, when he tried to start some sort of conversation, she would completely ignore him or answer in the rudest way. Y/N hated that because she knew how bad Duff got every time it happened.

“I’ll make it big Y/N! I’ll prove to her that I am somebody. And then we will finally be together!” Y/N rolled her eyes. “You never listen to me do you?” She said, exiting the bedroom and closing the door once again. 

Two weeks passed after that, and on March 26, Guns signed with Geffen Records. That was it. That contract said they were serious and said they were starting to make it big. 

She went out with the boys that night to celebrate, drinking until late. Around 3 am she helped Izzy and Axl drag the other three back to their house. She was so wasted that she ended up passing out on the couch. 

The next morning she woke up to someone talking excitedly. She looked to her side and saw Duff on the phone. “Probably telling his mom.” she thought to herself. Closing her eyes she decided to sleep a bit more. 

Before she could sleep again, she felt someone shaking her. “Y/N! Wake up!” It was Duff. 

“What?” She said. Her voice raspy due to her sleepiness. “I called Jane and…” Before he could finish she interjected. “Who the fuck is Jane?” 

“Her friend, the one with black hair.” Y/N thought for a while. “The nice one?”

“Yeah Y/N, the nice one. Continuing… I told her we got the label and said I wanted to make her a surprise, and Jane said they are going to the amusement park tomorrow, so I guess I’m going too.” He laughed a little. 

Y/N didn’t say anything, because she had nothing nice to say. She just wanted to roll her eyes and say that he was being stupid, but decided to remain silent. 

“Can you paint my hair today? I want to look nice.” He was smiling like a child. “Fine, but only if you let me sleep.” He nodded fastly and left the living room.

She didn’t know why, but she felt a tightness in her heart. She thought about Duff and her together and she started to feel a certain sadness fill her chest. She sighed and covered her head with a pillow, hoping that she could sleep soon, so she wouldn’t have to think about that anymore. 

The afternoon arrived and she was awakened by Slash, who slightly touched her shoulder, telling her they had made lunch. She got up stretching her body and moving towards the kitchen. 

After lunch, she went to the drug store with Duff. They bought all the necessary products to bleach his hair and she had to hear him talking about her the whole way. She wanted so bad to throw the plastic bag with the products on his head and tell him to shut up, but decided against it. 

Back at the house, duff grabbed a chair and sat in front of the bathroom mirror with a bag of Doritos in his lap, while Y/N worked on his hair. 

All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix started playing on the small radio they took along. Y/N lightened a cigarette taking a drag from it while dancing. She loved Hendrix. 

She moved with every guitar note she listened, and Duff could do nothing but to watch her from the mirror, almost as if she had hypnotized him. She was the coolest girl he knew, with so much attitude and sweetness at the same time, he didn’t even know why, but she fascinated him in every single way.

He laughed as she stopped moving and started to pretend she was playing guitar. She was horrible at playing, Slash, Izzy and even him had tried teaching her, but she always got frustrated after a few minutes and damned that to hell.  The music came to an end, and she started to focus on Duff’s hair again.

After a good 1 hour, Duff's hair was done. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror and high fived Y/N, thanking her. They exited the bathroom and went to the backyard, where the boys were. 

Duff grabbed a beer and sat beside Axl and Izzy on the bench while Y/N moved to the grass area and started playing with Izzy’s dog. 

“Feeling ready to impress her now?” Axl asked. “Fuck yeah!”

“I still think you’re making a mistake by going after her.” Axl said and Duff frowned. “If she didn’t want to be with you while you were growing, she doesn’t deserve to be with you now.” 

“Cut it, man, you don’t know her” He replied while drinking from his beer. “And do you?” It was Izzy. Duff rolled his eyes and watched Y/N. She giggled while playing with the dog’s ears. 

"You know… I always thought you and Y/N would end up together" Axl said.

"Why?"

"I don't know man, but there is a strong connection between the two of you." Hearing that Duff looked back to Y/N, he saw she was now fake fighting with Slash and a small smile appeared on his lips.

"Plus, friends don't look at each other like that!"

"What do you mean?" Duff frowned.

"Like, the way you look at each other, is as if you loved each other." 

"Just like you were looking at her now." Izzy added.

Duff didn't say anything, he drank from his beer and started to think. Could he love Y/N in a way that friends shouldn't love each other?

#duff mckagan #duff mckagan fanfic #duff mckagan imagine #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan fic #guns n roses #guns n roses fanfic #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses imagine #guns n roses fic #classic rock imagine #harley writes

[youkiyoh]

concerns

pairing : peter parker x reader

genre : superhero au

summary : being the girlfriend of a superhero has its perks. You love Peter with all your heart, and so did he. When you voice out your concerns over him getting into danger every night, a storm brews over your relationship. With your life at stake, what will Peter do to fix things?

My first ever marvel / tom writing, hope you enjoy!! :))

“Pete what’re you doing?”

“Cuddling you.”

“We’re suppose to be studying.” You giggle, leaning back against the headboard momentarily. “May’s gonna walk in.”

“I locked the door.” Peter whispers softly, wiggling his brows at you.

“Why’re you so clingy today?” You hum, smiling as the boy nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You lift one hand up to ruffle the curls that you love so much, earning a sigh from him. 

“Just tired.” His words getting muffled against your skin. Peter lifts his head up, sending you a sleepy smile as he leans down to connect your lips together.

“Y/N are you staying- woah!” 

“It’s nothing!” Peter jumps away from you, the rosiness apparent on both of your cheeks as May stood in the doorway, peeking out from between her fingertips. You clear your throat, straightening yourself back up. “I’d love to stay for dinner.” 

“Yeah, okay great.” She drops her hand to her side, nodding slightly. “I’m already preparing it, you two.. have fun.” 

“Locked the door huh?” You smirk, hearing the door click shut. 

“I swear I did.” Peter rolls his eyes, falling back against his bed. “That was embarrassing.” 

“Is it?” You chuckle, leaning down to peck your boyfriend. “Come on, I need help with this chapter.” You pat his forearm, forcing Peter to get back up. 

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“So, how’s it going?” MJ asks, picking at her lunch. “Is dating Peter as amazing as you imagined it to be?”

“Mhmm.” You nod, your attention focused on your physics notebook in front of you. You had a test after this that you really wanted to do well on. You’ve spent the entire weekend studying for this. 

“Y/N.” She snaps her fingers in front of your face, successfully gaining your attention for a short while. “Hey, you’ll do fine. Your lunch’s getting cold.” 

“MJ, you know how bad I am at physics.” You groan, desperately trying to cramp the formulas into your brain. “Besides, this is graded!” 

“You had a Physics genius tutor you the whole of Saturday.” MJ laughs, referring to Peter. “It must have rubbed off onto you a little.” 

“Come on, close the damn book.” She orders, snatching the reading material out of your hands before you could protest. “No point doing last minute studying.” 

MJ was right. The test wasn’t so bad after all. It was manageable, to your surprise. 

Humming to the study playlist you had playing in the background, you click your tongue happily, solving yet another question. 

A knock on your window had you peeking up from your pile of notes, a smile gracing your lips as you motion the figure outside your window to enter.

“Hey,” You greet, your smile fading slowly as you watched him limp his way in. “Peter?” 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He breathes out, slumping into your arms completely as you struggled to support his body weight. “Just a little sore.” 

“Come on.” You grunt, laying him back down against your bed. “Take it off.”

He obeyed, tugging his mask off to reveal his battered up features.

“Crap, what the hell did you do?” You whisper harshly, grabbing his face in yours to look over his injuries, only to pull away when he winced slightly. “Sorry..” 

“It was.. I don’t know, that guy was strong.”

“Take your suit off..” You whisper, rummaging through your cabinet to grab the medical kit you’re so used to by now.

“Pete that doesn’t look good.” You frown, looking over the gash at the side of his abdomen. 

“It’ll heal.” He groans out, eyes squeezed shut. “I had it worse.” 

“Stay still..” 

“That guy’s still out there.” Peter spoke mostly to himself, pushing his hair back in frustration. You kept quiet, tucking the bandage snugly around his stomach. 

“All done.” 

“Thanks.” He smiles, running his hand over your knuckles. Normally you would have returned his affection, but not tonight. It probably wasn’t a good idea to get mad at your boyfriend especially when he’s in this state, but you couldn’t stop the anger from bubbling in the pit of your stomach. 

“You okay?” Peter asks, sensing that something was off. You just nodded, placing the kit back to where it belongs. “Yeah, just.. it was a long day today.” 

“Wanna talk about it?” He pats the spot next to him, scooting over slightly to grant you space. 

“No it’s fine. You need to rest.” Finding him a pair of clothes he left at your house the other time, you toss it over to Peter. 

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks again, making his way over to you slowly. “You know you can tell me anything.” 

“It’s the third time Peter.” You whisper, looking him straight in the eyes. Those eyes that you adored so much. “This is the third time I had to patch you up over the last 2 months.”

“And?” 

“What do you mean and? I’m worried!” You exclaim, being careful not to be too loud as your parents were probably sleeping. “You go out every night saving the world, what if you get seriously injured one day? What if you don’t come back? I wouldn’t know because you’d be out there and I won’t be able to find you and..”

Peter presses his lips against yours, something he’s used to doing whenever you rambled too much. This time he frowns however, not feeling you reciprocate.

“Are you that worried about me that you won’t even kiss me back?” He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. 

“And mad.” You spat, narrowing your eyes at him. “You taste like blood.” 

“Come on Y/N, this is what I do, and you know I love it! You don’t have to be worried, I know how to take care of myself, I’m Spider-Man.” 

“Which is why I can’t stop you can I?” You chuckle softly, running your hand gently over his bandaged injury.

“Not a chance.” Peter smirks, cupping your jaw as he leans down, smiling when you finally caved in and kissed him back. 

“I love you.”

——————————————————————————

It’s true, dating a superhero is cool. There’s no doubt about that. 

But watching as he fought people everyday but not being able to help? That sucked. 

“You’re late.” You tap on your watch, turning your wrist to show Peter the time. 

“10 minutes!” He exclaim, making his way into your room and dropping his backpack to the ground. “I got you these.” 

“If this is how you’re going to make up for it,” Your eyes widen, grabbing the box of tarts from him. “You can be late all you want Parker.” 

“I bet there’s other ways to make up for me being tardy you know..” The boy trailed off, sending you a suggestive look. 

“What happened to the Peter that struggled to ask me out on a date?” You giggle, mouth full. “Where did he go?” 

“He didn’t go anywhere.” Peter teases, popping a tart into his mouth. “He just got confident.” 

“Mmhm.” You hum, moving to your table to get your materials ready for your study session. 

“Can we not?” Peter asks, slamming your books back down. “We could watch a movie.”

“Don’t you have a test tomorrow?”

He shrugs, letting out a yawn. “I’m ready for it.” 

“I get it, you’re smart.” You shake your head, deciding to give in to his request. Maybe a night off wouldn’t be so bad. 

“So..Return of the Jedi?” 

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“Y/N?” Peter shakes you softly, prying your limbs off his body. “Hey.. wake up. I have to go.” 

“Now?” You rub your eyes groggily, proceeding to cling onto your boyfriend tighter, earning a low chuckle from him. 

“Yeah he’s been active at night. I have to figure it out.” 

Obliging, you rolled over to the other side of your bed, opting to cuddle your pillow instead. “Okay, be safe.” 

“I will.”

Slinging his bag over his shoulders, Peter presses a chaste kiss to your forehead before sliding your window open, swinging off into the night. 

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“Great.” Peter groans, falling onto the couch as he let out a dry cough. Applying pressure to the gash that got worse, he winced, peeking up to examine his wound. It was healing well after you patched him up the other day. Not anymore.

“Y/N’s gonna kill me..” Peter mutter to himself, staring blankly at the ceiling while waiting for Happy to get back to him. 

That guy’s a tough one.

“Here, I’m here.” Happy’s voice echoed throughout the room and Peter slowly got up from his position. 

“You do know how to stitch don’t you?” Peter asks, hitting the button on his chest to get out from the suit. “Because I’ll definitely need it this time.” 

“This is gonna hurt.” Happy warns, thread and needle already in hand. Peter nods, squeezing his eyes shut as the sharp metal pierced through his skin. 

Let’s just say stitches is now on the list of things Peter Parker hates.

——————————————————————————

“Hey.” You smile widely, nudging Peter’s shoulder with yours gently as you saw him in the hallway. 

“Hi. You ready to go?”

“Yep,” You rub your hands together excitedly, popping the last syllabus of the word. “I’m starving.”

The hallways were buzzing with students considering classes just ended. Squeezing your way through the crowd, you heard a light groan from the boy when you accidentally elbowed his torso. 

“Sorry!” You whisper, your features nothing but apologetic. 

“It’s fine.” Peter purses his lips into a tight smile, urging you to continue forward. You frown, noticing the way his brows scrunch together in pain. It’s been a week since you fixed him up. Given his abilities, shouldn’t he have healed by now? 

“How was it last night?” You ask casually while you and Peter grabbed lunch. “You have a cut.” 

“Oh, as usual, nothing much.” Peter shrugs, his voice cracking a little. “Pretty good actually, only one person got robbed.” 

You kept mum nevertheless, even though you knew immediately that he was hiding something. For someone who has such a huge secret to keep, you were surprised at how easily it is to see through your boyfriend when he lied. 

Well, he did make it super obvious. 

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“I don’t see your shirt anywhere Y/N.” Peter scratches his head, rummaging through his closet to look for a grey sweater. The clothing you’ve claim to have left in his room when you last visited. “You sure you left it here?” 

“I didn’t, it’s at home.” You stated truthfully, folding your arms together. “Pete, could you lift your shirt up?” 

“What?” 

“What? I just wanted to see how you’re healing.” 

“I’m healing.. fine. Why’d you ask?” He waves you off, sitting on the edge of his bed. 

Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward, gripping the clothing in your hand and lifting it up before he could protest. 

“You call that healing fine?” You scoff, his shirt pulling back into place once Peter tugs your wrist forcefully away. “How bad was it last night?” 

You didn’t have to lift his shirt to know that there were more injuries hiding underneath there. 

“It’s just a cut Y/N, I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about it. I’ve dealt with worse things before just so you know.” 

“Yeah, just a cut now. You might be sliced in half the next time.” 

Peter snaps his head up to you, his eyes staring at yours with a hint of anger. “Why do you have to be like this?” 

“Like what?” You frown in disbelief, not liking where this was going. “I’m worried about you.”

“Well I’m just saying that you don’t have to be.” Peter rolls his eyes, his curls falling into his face. “I know what I’m doing Y/N. I won’t get killed.” 

“Why do I even bother having this conversation with you..” You mumble, brushing your hair out of your face. 

“You started it first.” Peter accuses, his chest heaving up and down. 

“Because I care about you! Okay?!” 

“Maybe you care too much! I don’t need it, seriously!”

You gulp, fists balled tightly against your side as you processed his words. Silence fell upon the room, neither of you speaking a word after the outburst. 

“Just leave Y/N, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“You know if Stark was still around, he’d care just as much.” 

Grabbing your bag off the ground, you glanced at Peter, closing the door shut. 

“Hey, everything okay there?” May asks the moment you clicked Peter’s door shut, scaring you a little. Blinking away the tears that you could feel forming, you gave her a tight smile, nodding softly. 

“Yeah, yeah of course.”

With how loud the both of you had been shouting, she must have heard everything. 

“I know where you’re coming from.” May sighs, rubbing your arm reassuringly. “I feel the same way sometimes.” 

“He’s just.. stressed. Give him some time, I’m sure he didn’t mean any of that.” 

“I know he doesn’t.” You shrug, silently thanking her for being so caring. “I should go, see you soon May.”

You hate fighting. You’ve always hated confrontation in general. Especially when it’s with someone you loved. You’ve never really fought with Peter throughout the 6 months of your relationship. It was usually all childish bickering. 

You felt bad, definitely. Maybe he was right.. maybe you were being too clingy?

——————————————————————————

“Quick question, did you guys fight?”

“Is it that obvious?” 

“Yeah.” Ned snorts, looking back and forth between you and Peter. “It kinda is.” 

“Great to know.” You reply sarcastically, leaning your head against your palms as you aimlessly copied whatever was written on the board. 

At lunch, you stuck to MJ while Peter did the same with Ned. They felt awkward. So did you. 

So this is what fighting with your partner feels like.

As much as you were completely over the fight, you wanted to give Peter space. That’s what he wanted isn’t it? 

——————————————————————————

Two days later, still nothing. 

Chemistry’s the one class that the both of you would sit together. Mainly because it’s the only class that neither of you had other friends in. 

Even with sitting next to each other, the tension was still there.

Looking over to Peter, you could care less if he caught you staring at this point. You just wanted to look at him. 

He had a small cut on his right cheekbone that wasn’t there before. 

Resisting the urge to reach out and touch him, you bite the inside of your cheek, gripping your pen tighter. 

When all of a sudden, Peter’s hand found yours. 

His grip was extremely tight, and when you looked over, you notice how his hair was standing. 

“What’s wrong?” You whisper, his frown evident. 

“Something’s wrong.” He whispers back, eyes darting back and forth out of the window. “I’m sensing something.” 

“I need to go. Stay clear if anything happens, you hear me?” Peter warns, grabbing his bag swiftly and dashing out of the classroom. 

“He’s got a.. his lunch was old.” You help him cover up. Your teacher was not pleased to say the least. 

——————————————————————————

No calls, nothing. 

You were worried sick. Every single time you call Peter, it sent you straight to voicemail. It’s been 7 hours since he dashed out of class, surely whatever happened would have been over by now?

A knock on your window had you jumping out of bed, and you swore you couldn’t have smiled brighter seeing the familiar red and blue suit appear outside your house. 

So much so that you didn’t realise that it was a little..odd.

“Peter?” You whisper, grabbing his arm to help him in. “You don’t know how worried I was. I’m sorry about the fight, okay? I know I shouldn’t have interfered but I was.. whatever, you get what I mean.”

You frown when he wouldn’t budge, crouching outside your windowsill with zero intentions to enter. “Pete? Are you still mad at me?” 

Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you watch as your boyfriend pull his mask off to reveal, well, someone that wasn’t your boyfriend.

Well, shit.

“Jumping into action, you grab onto the window handles, desperately pulling it down with as much force you could muster.

That guy was much quicker however, grabbing your wrists with the speed of lightning as you struggled against him to no avail. 

You should have followed Peter to the gym more often.

“You miss your boyfriend that much? Let’s take you to him shall we?” 

With a hit to the neck, your vision went black. 

——————————————————————————

You woke up to a sore at the back of your neck. Reaching your hand up to soothe it, you realise you couldn’t.

Jolting to your senses, the memories came flooding back to you as you tugged at your wrists. They were bounded behind your back. 

Frantically, you took in your surroundings, finding nothing. Everything was pitch black, it was almost as if you were blind.

“Hello?” You call out hoarsely, your voice echoing through the room, sending shivers down your spine. You continued wriggling through your constraints, hoping that the rope will magically break somehow, only to find yourself hissing in pain when they dug deep into your skin. 

“Okay..” You mumble to yourself quietly, panic rising in your chest. “It’s fine, you’re fine, Peter will find you. He will.” 

“Trying to comfort yourself?” 

You flinch at the voice, whipping your head towards the source of it. “Who are you?” 

“You don’t need to know, young lady.” He chuckles, the sound of his footsteps coming closer to you radiating off the ground. “All I need is for your boyfriend to know that you’re in my hands.” 

You gulp, inching further into the chair that did nothing to protect you. You squeezed your eyes shut, finding his face dangerously close to yours. 

“Let’s go wait for the boy, shall we?” 

——————————————————————————

“Oh god..” You blink back the tears, desperately trying to hold them back in. The wind tonight wasn’t helping your situation at all, you being merely in a t-shirt and sweats. 

At this point, these guys standing in front of you wasn’t even what you were afraid of. They would be, only if you weren’t at the edge of a 30 floor building’s rooftop right now. You’re terribly afraid of heights. 

“You sure you didn’t accidentally kill him off?” The guy whose name you recognise as Mac spoke up. That’s what the other guys have been calling him.

“I’m sure he had it worse than getting hit by a train, right?” The guy holding onto you asks, tilting your chair forward in the process. You whimper slightly, the tears now rolling down your cheeks freely. 

“If he doesn’t come in the next 10, just throw her off.” Mac grunts, walking down the roof.

Breathe Y/N, Peter’s gonna come soon. 

And he did. Your boyfriend appeared soon enough, his suit dirtied in random places.

“You shouldn’t have touched her.” He growls, webbing the two other guys down immediately. 

“Y/N..” He breathes out, grabbing you off the edge and untangled your ropes frantically. “You’re okay, it’s okay.”

Shaking your head, you tried to get a grip of yourself to warn Peter that he wasn’t done yet.

“Pete the guy, he went downstairs, he-” 

“Peter Parker.” 

Freezing in place, you gulp, eyes darting to meet the figure standing behind both of you. Peter tensed, his arm tightening under yours. 

“Happy will be here soon.” He whispers, shooting a smile you can’t see. “Just stay here while I take care of him.” 

Your eyes darted back and forth between the fighting pair, everything moving past you like a whirlwind. Opting to squat near the corner, you tried your best to shield yourself, hoping that the villain would somehow forget about your existence on the roof.

You thought wrong.

Taking advantage of Peter being on the ground, the man strides over to you and picked you up with ease, lifting you off the edge once again. 

Tears made their way down your cheeks for the countless time that night as you gripped onto his arm for dear life. You could hear the faint sound of yells and pleas, but you were too scared to care. 

Before you know it, you’re falling. 

“Y/N!”

Everything was a blur, the vision of the roof getting distant with every passing second. This is it. You’re about to die.

Within the next second, you felt a warm body collide into yours, hugging you close for dear life as you hit the ground with a loud thud, surprisingly unscathed.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks from below you, his voice coming out as a groan. You clung tightly to him, a sob escaping your lips as you nod weakly, frightened out of your wits to say anything else.

All of a sudden, you heard what seemed like knives against grass as Peter switches your position, shielding you from whatever the hell was raining down upon you two. 

“Y/N I need you to listen to me.” He whispers hastily, hands reaching down to your waist. “Happy’s here, I’m gonna swing you up to the jet okay? Just hang on to me.” 

You nod once again because at this point, what choice did you have? Peter had only took you swinging through New York once and due to how new your relationship was, you didn’t tell him about your fear. Safe to say, that was the last time you’ve ever glide through the city.

Burying your face in the crook of his neck, you kept your eyes squeezed shut until you could no longer feel the cool breeze of the night and you felt yourself standing on something. 

“Be careful.” You sniff, letting go of your boyfriend as he sets you down inside the jet. He nods, wiping your tear swiftly before shooting a web, swinging away from you and the opening of the jet closes. 

“You good?” Happy yells from the pilot’s seat, glancing back slightly to look at you. 

“Yeah.” You assure, hugging yourself closely as you sat down. “Just a little shaken. Where are we going?” 

“Do you wanna go home?” 

“No, my parents would freak out if they saw me like this.” You rejected the offer, shaking your head profusely. “I don’t have my phone with me.. could you get MJ to tell my parents I’m staying at hers tonight? They weren’t home when I left so..”

“Sure, easy.” 

“Thanks Happy.” 

——————————————————————————

The Avengers Facility was definitely different than what you imagined. Sure, you’ve heard about if from Peter but seeing it for yourself was.. unreal. 

Tapping your foot impatiently against the ground, you grip your glass of water tighter in your hands as Peter was still not back yet. You pull your knees to your chest, completely engulfed in Peter’s scent. Happy had given you his clothes in the facility for you to change into.

“Y/N?” Your ears perk up at the mention of your name and you shot up immediately, relief flooding your body as Peter stood in front of you, absolutely worn out. 

“Oh thank god..” You breathe out, a smile tugging your lips as you engulfed him in a hug. 

“Hey..” He chuckles, hands wrapping around your waist. “You good?”

“Mhmm.” You nod, not really wanting to relive tonight’s incident again. Pulling away to look into his eyes, Peter smiles slightly at the way your brows scrunch together as you examine his beaten up features.

 “Come on.” You mumble, grabbing his hand and tugging him along. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” 

“Actually,” You stop halfway, shaking your head at your stupidity. “Lead the way, I don’t know where I’m going, this place is huge.” 

“Tell me about it.” Peter hums, pushing you towards what you suppose is the medical room. 

——————————————————————————

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, dabbing the antiseptic solution against Peter’s chest as he leans against the counter. “I shouldn’t have got so worked up about it, I know how you feel about being Spider-Man, I just.. yeah. Won’t do it again. Promise.” 

“Pretty sure I was the one being an asshole, but I don’t mind you apologising first. I could get used to this concept.”

“Shut up.” You push his shoulder playfully, your lips curling into a smile.

“I’m sorry too.” He finally whispers back, guilt evident in his voice. “I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive, I know you mean well. If I hadn’t caught you in time, I wouldn’t know how..”

“Just.. be more wary when you do this okay? The world needs you. I need you.” You whisper the last part.

“Anything for you. I promise, nothing of that sort will ever happen again. I’ll keep you safe.” Peter stares, his eyes darting down to your lips. Realising his intentions, you lift your head slightly as his lips brush across yours before he closes the space between you two. 

His hand traces up to your jaw as he cups your face, pulling you flush against him to deepen the kiss. You unconsciously smile into the kiss, goosebumps lining your skin as Peter slips one hand under your shirt, tracing patterns against your back. 

“May wasn’t kidding when she said you two will get frisky.” Peter groans, burying his head in the crook of your neck as Happy’s voice echoed through the corridor. You laugh, the heat creeping up to your cheeks, your hands reaching up to brush through his locks. 

“I swear, I’m investing in a door lock.” Peter mumbles against your skin, his voice muffled. 

“You probably should.” You hum along, tapping his forearm lightly. “Get up, put a shirt on or something.” 

“How? You’re wearing mine.” He points out, motioning towards his sweater engulfing your small frame. 

“Here.” You snort, tossing him one that you found earlier on. He can’t possibly only have one piece of clothing in this massive building. 

Pulling the fabric over his head, Peter pauses for a second, his eyes narrowing into a tight line. 

“How did.. Happy! Did you visit my Aunt just now?” 

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland scenarios #peter parker #peter parker imagines #peter parker scenarios #marvel #marvel imagines #avengers #avengers scenarios #avengers imagines #spiderman #spiderman imagines #spiderman scenarios #spider-man #spider-man imagines #tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #superhero au #hero au

[theramenbandit]

To Whom It May Concern

It catches her quite by surprise. On a Wednesday, of all days. Well actually, surprise is an understatement. It really was more like she got hit by a ton of bricks. 

Kara has a favorite park bench. It's the one under the sprawling oak tree, right across from the chess tables. She loves it because it's shady, it's far enough away from the noisier side of the park, and it lets her observe people without drawing attention to herself. One day, at lunch, she hears a peculiar heartbeat. It isn't particularly loud, but it stands out to her for some reason, and as she begins to listen intently, it drowns everything else out. Its rhythm is strong, steady, beautiful, even. As Kara listens, she feels something bloom in her own chest. Something like warmth, like freedom, like coming home. And when she snaps out of it, the heartbeat is gone. It's a strange experience, to say the least, but not at all unpleasant. She writes about it in her journal later that day. 

The professor was talking about the concept of space-time and the beings caught in it. Kara was enthralled by the idea of such an unbreakable bond, an immeasurable force. It wasn’t just romantic. It was something more. It went beyond the heart, it probably went even beyond the soul. It made her think if she will ever find something like that for herself. 

She hears it again, that same heartbeat from weeks ago. This time she tries looking for the owner, but a Supergirl emergency keeps her from doing just that. She starts going to the park more often, in hopes of finding that heart, and perhaps, oh perhaps more importantly, whom it belongs to. 

Was it even possible to pine for someone you hadn't even met yet? 

She’d read stories, epic tales, poems, and legends from her world and many others, and she realized its transcendence. How beautiful it was for two beings to be connected by some invisible, inseparable tie. How wonderful it might be if, after centuries and universes of separation, they found each other again.  

The next time Kara hears it, she's doing rounds near the city limits. She tries to home in on the sound and soon she's following a car driving away from National City. She's about to swoop in on the vehicle and finally know who this person is who owns this heartbeat that keeps finding her and at the same time keeps eluding her, but just then her phone rings. It's Winn. Crap. Game Night. And she was hosting. Double Crap. And now that she was so close to finding out. Figures. She follows the sound until it fades away, committing it to memory, etching it into her heart, then heaves a frustrated sigh and flies back home. 

She's distracted and they lose, badly. Alex knows that something is up (because of course she does) and asks if she's alright. Kara says she's just tired, thankful when her sister doesn't push. She wraps the party up before ten. She lays in bed and has half a mind to figure out where that car was headed, but it's late and she has to meet with Clark early the next day about some Luthor business or whatever. She falls into a fitful sleep, punctuated by weird half-dreams of willows and glaciers and stars. 

She's too cranky to notice it when she and Clark walk up to the building. Too cranky to notice it when the dark-haired woman walks into the room, too grumpy to notice it when Clark starts speaking with her. Then the woman reaches out to shake her hand in introduction and Kara is too annoyed to-- There it is. That familiar cadence. And it's coming from the person standing right in front of her. 

“Hello, I'm Lena Luthor.”    

“It's… It's you.”

“Yes,” Lena answers with a mildly amused sort of expression. “It's… Me.” 

Kara barely hears it over the sound of her own heart thundering in her ears. She almost misses the proffered hand as she extends her own to shake it, her gaze transfixed. 

Lena Luthor has the greenest eyes she had ever seen. 

The interview passes by in a blur. Kara won't remember half of it. What she will remember is Lena's heartbeat, along with that low-pitched voice and melodic lilt, soothing her, distracting her. Ensnaring her. 

Clark sounds far away when he finally asks "so, Miss Luthor, with L-Corp now under your supervision, what can we look forward to?"

Lena smiles at the both of them, "what do you know about Quantum Entanglement?" 

Clark answers her with something about Einstein or that dude with the car named after him. It completely slips past because Lena is positively beaming and Kara is absolutely mesmerized. 

"Well, when you see what we're doing with them," Lena was looking directly at her now, her eyes holding her captive, "it'll blow you away." 

Kara doesn't flinch, even as her breath is stolen. She holds Lena's gaze and with absolutely no resistance, lets herself be taken. "I can't wait." 

-

Sunlight filters in through the gap in the curtains, the rays illuminating a bunch of dust motes. Kara watches as they float around lazily, drifting apart, then colliding, then drifting away again, but always coming back towards each other. It reminds her of one particular Wednesday. 

“You're up, course you're up,” comes a bleary voice from under her chin. 

“And a bright good morning to you as well,” Kara says in mock offense. A sleepy chuckle bubbles up out of Lena, and Kara can't help but plant a kiss to her temple.

“What were you thinking about?” 

“Remember when you asked me about Quantum Entanglement?” 

“Yeah, you gave me your best goldfish impression.” 

“I knew what it was.” 

“Yeah? But why didn't you say anything?” 

“You know how you once told me that you used to know all the words to Email My Heart?” 

“Oh god, don't remind me,” Lena says as she shuts her eyes in embarrassment and buries her face in Kara's shirt. 

“And that they practically vanished completely from your memory because you hadn't heard it in so long? That's kinda what happened back then. The first time I'd heard of Quantum Entanglement (we didn’t call it that) was in auridhrinn-- that's like 4th grade Earth school. Logically, it shouldn't be possible, but then the teacher showed us pictures of it: two particles, across universes, basically being two parts of one whole. I thought it was beautiful.”

“And then?” 

“And then, I guess I forgot about it. Until I heard your heartbeat in the park and then you mentioned working with the technology during our interview that day. Then I remembered. I remembered everything.”

“OK, back up. The park?” Lena says with as much incredulity as her un-caffeinated state would permit her. 

“Yeah.” 

“Huh.”

“I feel like there's a story there.” 

“Get me some coffee, maybe we'll talk.” 

Kara chuckles and kisses her hair, "deal," as Lena snuggles back into her side. Neither of them says anything for a spell, and Kara feels herself drifting back to sleep when Lena suddenly rears her head and makes a cartoonish face. “Is it science? Is it magic?” she enunciates playfully. Kara laughs as a wave of affection takes over her heart and permeates her chest. The light is hitting Lena's eyes just so; sparkling isn’t nearly a good enough word for what they’re doing, and she momentarily gets lost in them. Green and blue and flecked with gold. Like willows. Like glaciers. Like stars. 

Kara tenderly cups her cheek and brushes her thumb against her warm skin. “It's you and me, Lena. You're my particle.”

Lena looks down at her fondly and then adorably scrunches her nose. “You're so sappy in the morning.” 

Kara smiles against her lips. “Only with you.”

-

Lena would go to the park, too, Kara later learns. She hadn't moved into the city just yet. She was taking in the surroundings, discreetly laying the groundwork for her company, for when she eventually would relocate, rebrand, start over. She'd 'kind of just sit there' and 'disappear' into the city for a bit, and would think over what it was about this place that made her so sure this was where she was supposed to be. Kara then stumbled (Hey, I sauntered, Babe, jabbing at her with the drippy piece of pancake stuck to her fork) into her life and she started to wonder if moving here just 'made business sense' or if it was something more. Turns out it was a bit of both. 

#so the spooky part is that i finished this today lol #the spooky prompt was a complete coincidence hah! #but like the coolest coincidence #spooky action at a distance #to whom it may concern #the civil wars #the park bench visual is something i just always associated with the song #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #writing tag #1.4k whoa #RBmicrofics #supergirl

[jamaisvuandyou]

Please Dry My Eyes: Part 3

Description: Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi have had a running streak of bad luck, but Jin isn’t sure what to make of this one: His old friend’s trickery that leads to him being the new father of a little toddler, Jeon Jungkook.

Posted: 06/22/2020

WARNING: None that I’m aware of

Angst/Fluff: 2,614 words

A/N: Nothing like going a month. Oh well. Here it is! Hobi finally gets a smile!

Previous Part.  Next Part.

Jungkook was a quiet baby, usually just looking up at Jin with big eyes and a pout when he didn’t want to do something, like eat his veggies. He wouldn’t play much and just wanted to cuddle, almost getting hysterical at bedtime when Jin put him in his bed. Jin was currently sleeping on the twin bed in Jungkook’s room, especially after the first time they tried having him sleep in there on his own. He had calmed down just fine, but he had terrible nightmares that scared the rest of the house awake with the accompanied blood-curdling screams.

Jin decided to sleep in the room with Jungkook, at least until the boy felt like this was permanent.

Because he obviously didn’t. He would look up at Jin and look to the door, then crawl onto Jin’s lap with his Nunny and just watch the door, like he was expecting something or someone. Then he would look up at Jin, murmur something that Jin didn’t understand and then start playing again.

And then there was the strange panic that Jungkook went into whenever Hoseok or Yoongi hugged Jin—so mostly Hoseok—especially if they did it from behind. At first, Jin thought it was jealousy and possessiveness, but Jungkook actually seemed terrified that something would happen to Jin.

Hoseok’s remedy to that was to always kiss Jin’s head first, then hug him, because then Jungkook was okay. Wary, but okay.

Jin had a long conversation with Namjoon about that, but he was just as clueless as they were.

So, Jin got lots of head kisses and when he didn’t, he had lots of time calming down the toddler.

But Jungkook was getting used to the other two being around as well, tolerating their existence as long as they didn’t push it.

Music was the first thing that got Jungkook to smile continuously.

The second week into being a dad, Jin had found a playlist of kids music that peaked Jungkook’s interest, especially when Jin worked in cute little gestures while singing it to the babe.

Jungkook’s smile started small, then took over his whole face in an adorable way that was soon followed by a giggle that melted Jin’s heart.

He managed to keep the smile and giggle going until Hoseok got home and saw it.

Jungkook was startled at another person being home and teared up with a sniffle, holding his arms out to Jin. “No, no, no.”

Jin picked him up while Hoseok looked like Jungkook had just killed him a little. “It’s okay, Kookie, it’s just your Hobi-hyung! Can he play with us too?”

Jungkook snuffled, then let out a heart wrenching sob. “No go.”

“No, Jungkook. No go. We’re not going anywhere. You, me, Hobi-hyung and Yoongi-hyung are going to stay and play and have good food. Right?”

“Joonie-hyung?”

“Namjoon can’t play today, but maybe tomorrow. Can Hobi play with us?”

Jungkook sniffled, looking over at Hoseok before nodding.

Hobi grinned.

It took Jin about twenty minutes to get Jungkook to play with Hobi after that, but then the kid was back to smiling. Not quite grinning, and not quite laughing, but he was letting Hoseok hold him and play.

Yoongi came into the house with a frustrated groan, earning surprised looks by all of them as he loudly dropped his backpack and flopped onto the couch face-first with a groan.

Jungkook cautiously approached, then poked Yoongi’s arm before looking back at Jin. “Sick?”

“No, he’s not sick. Just tired and grumpy. Can you wake him up?” Jin said, excitement bubbling up at how outgoing the toddler was being.

“Yoon’i-hyungie,” Jungkook poked Yoongi's arm again then scurried to Hoseok.

Yoongi looked up with confusion and bewilderment, then managed to get up when Jin gave him a look and showed him that he was setting the table.  “Yeah, okay. I’m up. Thanks for waking me, Jungkook. Did you and Hoseok wash your hands for dinner yet?”

“Want Jinnie,” Jungkook said, toddling over and clinging to Jin’s leg. “Hands, Jinnie.”

Jin squatted and plopped a kiss on his head. “I’m finishing dinner. Can Hobi or Yoongi help you?”

Jungkook looked back and forth between Jin and the other two, then cautiously nodded. “Hobi-hyungie.”

Hoseok grinned and scooped up the toddler, tossing him in the air with an excited sound. “Yay! Let’s go wash our hands!”

The boy giggled, then squealed happily as Hoseok tossed him up in the air again.

Jin felt his heart soar. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Hoseok got the boy to grin and giggle, but hearing that laughter twice in one day was more than he could have asked for.

Yoongi looked at him, grinning. “When did that start?”

“Today. It started today. Oh God, Yoongi, it kills me that he’s so hurt when he’s so little, but that—” He pointed after them.

“Makes everything worth it?” Yoongi guessed, patting Jin’s shoulder. “I agree. And one day, maybe he won’t even remember all of the crap his dad put him through. We’ll be his family, hyung, because sometimes we aren’t given the right family and we have to make it for ourselves. Hobi and I wouldn’t be here without you, hyung, so anything we can do to help with Jungkook, we will. It’s about time things started going your way.”

“How was work?” Jin asked, sensing the tension in Yoongi’s voice, seeing the way he was pushing back his own problems.

Yoongi looked away, letting his hand drop to his side. “I don’t know how much longer I can stand to work there, but there aren’t many other jobs in my field that are hiring. It’s hard to get a job as a producer.”

“I know,” Jin whispered, rubbing Yoongi’s back a bit. “Come on. Let’s eat. We can talk more later.”

Yoongi nodded and filled Jungkook’s sippy cup.

Jin pasted on a smile as Jungkook came running in and hugged his legs.

“Hands, Jinnie!” The boy grinned up at Jin, and Jin grinned back.

“Good job, Kookie!” He scooped the boy up and cuddled him momentarily before setting him in the high-chair. “Are you hungry?”

The boy nodded, getting serious again as he picked up his fork and spoon, insisting he was a big boy.

He was happily being fed about five minutes later, Jin laughing softly at how adorable the boy was.

Hoseok came back to the table and shoveled a few more bites into his mouth. “I’ve got to be at work in fifteen minutes. I’m never going to make it.”

“What? Why so soon?”

“If I don’t go, he said he’ll fire me,” Hoseok said as he crammed his feet into his shoes.

“Were you scheduled to work?”

“No.”

Yoongi huffed. “You should have told him to shove it.”

“There’s a car in the garage, I suppose it’s technically mine now. You have your license, drive it.” Jin smiled at Jungkook getting the boys attention again.

Jungkook was watching Hoseok carefully, but opened his mouth and let Jin feed him another bite, slowly chewing as he tracked Hoseok’s movements.

“Really?”

“Yeah, go. But we’re definitely going to find you a different job because he shouldn’t be allowed to fire you for not being there when you weren’t scheduled to be.”

“Amen,” Yoongi snapped, stabbing a bite of chicken.

“Thank you, hyung!” Hoseok hugged Jin’s shoulders and snatched the keys from beside the door, dashing into the garage.

Jungkook let out a whine.

“It’s okay, Kookie. Hobi-hyung will be back tonight while you’re sleeping,” Jin reassured softly. “We can still play, though.”

Jungkook just pouted, not eating anymore.

Yoongi offered Jungkook a bite of his food, staring intently at his phone.

Jungkook took it, watching Yoongi curiously as he chewed.

Yoongi set his phone aside. “You think Hoseok will be okay?”

Jin shrugged. “If he isn’t, we’ll put him back together again. Again.” He kept a smile on his face and his tone light. “Just like we put you back together every night.”

Yoongi nodded distractedly.

Jin scooped another bite of food into Jungkook’s mouth, not expecting the toddler to eat much more. At least he hadn’t fussed about the veggies. Seems he was making all sorts of strides today. Maybe it was because he’d actually slept the whole night through? Or maybe they’d actually broken through one of the barriers that was inhibiting the growth of the connection between everyone living there, and—

“Hey, hyung?”

“Hmm?” Jin blinked owlishly, jerked out of his thoughts.

“Who puts you back together?”

Jin took a deep breath. “All done, Kookie?”

“Up peas!”

Jin scooped the boy up. “Let’s go take a bath and then we can play!”

“Play, play, play!” The boy sang, continuing when Jin sang along with him.

Jin could feel Yoongi’s gaze burning into his back, but elected to ignore the question that Yoongi wanted answered. Because he didn’t have a solid answer. He usually pieced himself back together, because he could keep going as long as Yoongi and Hoseok were okay, and for them to be okay, he needed to be whole. They did enough in between to be some sort of adhesive to his pieces.

Jungkook needed him whole as well.

There wasn’t time to fall apart, so he refused to. He allowed himself to let some pieces loose when Jungkook’s father died, allowed Yoongi and Hoseok to hold him, but he couldn’t remember the last time he fell apart completely. Maybe he would have done it if he hadn’t gotten that call, the one giving him the job of taking care of Jungkook. And he took this job seriously, but he also found joy in it. In how Jungkook would smile at him.

His friend was right. He does love Jungkook.

Jungkook played well in his room, but the infant’s eyes are soon drooping and he’s curling up in Jin’s arms. “Nunny?”

Jin looked around, slightly panicking when he saw that it wasn’t in the room, but sighing in relief when Yoongi comes in and hands it to Jungkook, mouthing his thanks.

Yoongi nodded and kissed Jungkook’s head, making the boys sleepy eyes get huge. “Night, Kook. Sweet dreams.” Then he walked out.

Jungkook looked up at Jin, blinked a couple times, then closed his eyes and let his head flop onto Jin’s chest. “S’eepy, Jinnie.”

“Then let’s get you into bed,” Jin whispered, getting up.

“Noooo,” Jungkook whined, squirming until he could grip onto Jin.

Jin sighed softly. “You want to sleep with me, baby?”

Jungkook nodded.

“Alright, only for tonight,” Jin said, caving into the infant’s desires. Jungkook had been sleeping well on his own as long as Jin was in the room, so he figured one night wouldn’t hurt. Especially since he’d probably be awake for a good portion of the night worrying about Hoseok, and once Jungkook was asleep, as long as he woke up near Jin he would be okay. It happened for nap all the time. Jin would make sure Jungkook was sleeping on the bed and just cuddled up next to him instead of completely on him, then he would be able to get up and use the bathroom and actually change into his own pajamas.

“Hobi-hyungie?”

“He’s coming back soon, but you need to sleep,” Jin whispered. “Kookie, I’ll be right back. I’m going to go to the potty, okay?”

Jungkook nodded sagely, allowing himself to be set on the bed with his head resting on the pillow. “Potty is okay, Jinnie.”

Jin cupped his face in his hands and kissed his little lips, earning a sleepy smile. “You’re my cutie, Kookie. I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook’s eyes slipped shut, still smiling a little as Jin headed out.

Yoongi looked up in surprise as Jin entered the bedroom they shared (or would if Jin wasn’t sleeping in Jungkook’s room, none of them had had the heart to break the habit of sharing a room or a bed even though there was an extra bedroom, and an office that could easily be turned into a bedroom—but, as Yoongi pointed out, that involved money and all of them were still running on the mindset of people who were broke). “He let you leave him?”

“Apparently the potty is okay,” Jin told him, quickly changing. “But he didn’t want to be put in his crib, so I won’t be able to help with Hobi when he gets home.”

“That’s fine. I can handle it. He’ll probably just want to sleep anyway, and then we can deal with it in the morning. Best part about Sundays, I guess.”

“Tomorrow is Sunday?” Jin froze, surprised.

“Yeah, hyung.”

“Geez, I didn’t even realize. Guess staying home all the time does put you in your own little bubble.”

“Hyung, about earlier, what you said—”

“Yoongi, I don’t really fall apart. I have too much to stay together for. For you and Hobi, for Jungkookie. Maybe I will fall apart someday, and I promise I’ll let you know if I need help pulling myself back together, but right now…I’m okay. I’m worried about Jungkook, and the death of his dad still…that still hurts…and I’m worried about you and Hobi, but I can keep going because of the good days and moments. I made Jungkook smile and laugh today. And Hoseok played with him, and he’s approaching you more. It was a good day for me.” Jin smiled at Yoongi, then ducked into the bathroom.

Yoongi was leaning on the door frame as Jin brushed his teeth. “Okay, hyung. I believe you. But don’t think I’m not going to pay attention if I notice you struggling. And don’t think I don’t know how badly Jungkook’s dad really hurt you. The way he tricked you…that was low. Even for someone who’s depressed, and desperate.”

Jin closed his eyes.

“And what would have happened if he hadn’t done it exactly right? The kind of mess that would have brought to Jungkook’s life? Sweet, hurt, Jungkook, who can’t stop looking for someone to come home?”

Jin finished rinsing his mouth out and hugged Yoongi. “I know.”

“How could he do that to that kid, hyung?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t know, Yoongi. But like you said. We’re going to help Jungkook grow up strong and happy. As happy as we can get him to be. Together. But I need you to put what his father did behind us because it just hurts and the less I think about what he did the better. I just want to focus on our new life. Our life with Jungkook. I’ll find a job again, when Jungkook goes to school, but for now, if we’re smart, we’ll be just fine.” More than fine, really, but he didn’t want to live like a rich person. He saw how miserable they were, and he had no right to spend all, or any, of what should rightfully go to Jungkook.

Yoongi nodded after a moment. “Thanks for being my family, hyung.”

Jin hugged him extra tightly. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now I better get back before he gets upset.”

“He’s probably asleep.”

“Probably, but let’s not risk it.” Jin laughed softly, leading Yoongi to bed and almost forcing him back into it, covering him up before heading out. “Goodnight, Yoongi. Love you.”

“Love you,” was whispered back, true Yoongi form to try and avoid it being heard, but Jin knew what to listen for.

Jungkook was fast asleep, but he hummed when Jin curled up next to him, and it sounded happy.

Jin hoped he could always make Jungkook happy.

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[eliminatedtheimpossible]

A Study in Proximity

I’ve decided to embark on another line of scientific inquiry and experimentation. John is yet again, my main subject. I’m aware that in the past he hasn’t been the most receptive research subject but in this case, no one else would do. As I’ve stated several times over, John is a creature of habit. Yet, as of late he has been breaking familiar patterns. 

We have our own patterns and our own established boundaries but lately, I’ve found us crossing these lines. For this reason, I believe it is critical for me to determine where these boundaries lie and reestablish what is ‘okay,’ while maintaining our friendship. The two of us generally have more relaxed boundaries than what is commonly considered ‘average’. 

Since we met, I’ve found myself preferring to be close to John and I believe the feeling is mutual. He is steadfast and grounding. When entering a crime scene the sheer amount of information (and stupidity) can be overwhelming. John is a good touchstone. The casual bumping of shoulders has always been welcome. He is also receptive to retrieving things from my pockets when my hands are full or I can’t be bothered with the mundanity of it. 

John has always been happy enough to share his things with me. He might gripe when I use his laptop or phone, but he never bothers to change his passwords or lock them away. So I assume he is at least neutral on sharing. He’s more than happy to share food. I believe this has more to do with his worries that I don’t eat enough than his affinity for generosity. He never gripes when I steal food from his plate, he just gives an amused smirk. 

These are all parts of the established norm. However, it appears John has become more relaxed on his boundaries. While eating together at a Chinese restaurant with a particularly satisfactory looking doorknob, we found ourselves crushed together in a table at the far corner of the room. It was a busy night. Normally John would suggest we eat somewhere else but tonight he didn’t. His knee spent the night firmly pressed up against my own and never once did he appear uncomfortable. To my own surprise, I found the sensation pleasing. This was new. 

To test if this was a situational adjustment or a new and acceptable part of our interactions the following morning at breakfast I sat across from him at our dining room table, stole a piece of toast from his plate (as was usual), and nudged his ankle with my foot. John gave me the same look of withered amusement common when I steal his breakfast and nudged my foot back. I hadn’t expected this reaction. It appears John is still full of surprises. For the next two mornings, I did the same, to the same effect. It would appear this kind of touching is now acceptable. For my part, I believe this to be a welcome change. 

Another change occurred a week ago. John began spending some of his time reading on our sofa. At first, I’d been irritated by this, as John had his own perfectly good armchair and he knows it’s my favourite spot to lay when trying to work through the particulars of a case. One night, out of frustration I decided to sprawl across the sofa and lay my head in his lap hoping for the action to be a deterrent. It seemed to be the opposite as John had no complaints about the arrangement. He had hummed and shifted his book from in front of my face, resting one elbow on the arm of the sofa and the other, well that’s an unimportant detail. Yet I will note, this was a most preferable turn of events. 

It was then my experiment gained another subject, myself. Originally I had been examining the boundaries of my relationship with John but after realising how comfortable I was with our new intimacy I found myself confused, an uncommon and uncomfortable sensation I assure you. It’s no surprise to the readers that the concept of intimacy with another person is one I try to avoid, yes I’ve previously stated how I am averse to romantic relationships but before John, the concept of friendship was out of my realm of interest. The idea of anyone but John making such advances as he has in recent days is enough to make my skin crawl and yet doing such things with John is different. 

So was it my own boundaries and ideologies shifting or was John an exception to my rules? At first, I attempted to mimic the close proximity John and I share with others. Firstly, the idea of even standing in the same room as my brother is almost unbearable, so nothing’s changed there. At a crime scene, I stood beside Lestrade, instead of John. This also wasn’t very pleasant, though I suspect it had more to do with my distance from John, not my proximity to the inspector. The turning point was Mrs. Hudson.

I spent a morning with my landlady and found the conversation trivial but pleasant. However, standing too close to her for long periods of time threatened to give me a headache as her floral perfume was overpowering. Before I returned to my flat she gave me a quick hug, which was bearable but nothing I would willingly initiate. I questioned if I would like to hug John. After all, it wasn’t something we did. A year ago, the idea would be laughable, but now it seemed possible. After a moment of consideration, I was not opposed to the idea.  

There is a difference between theory and practice, as I’m well aware. The only way I could know for sure if I would enjoy hugging John was to do so. This posed a problem as all of the new advances in our relationship had been initiated by John. How does one know the right time or place to do something?

I needed to collect more data before initiating anything. I sacrificed time which I would normally spend reading new chemistry or forensic science journal articles on my laptop to sit with John and watch what he referred to as ‘crap’ telly. People hug a lot on crap telly. I kept notes on the events which occurred prior to and preceding the hug, in an attempt to determine the perfect time for myself to implement this. 

According to programs like ‘Coronation Street,’ there are several instances when hugs are appropriate. The first is for comfort. This often occurred after a character had found out something mind-numbingly stupid for the sake of television drama: their partner was cheating, they had a terminal illness, or some such event. The next type of hug happened after a love confession, which could be ruled out straight away and the last seemed to occur almost at random between two individuals who shared a close relationship. It seemed as though this final type of hug would most suit John and my own relationship. This didn’t help me much in determining when I was meant to initiate the hug. It often seemed like a placeholder for a hello or a goodbye. With this in mind, I attempted to use it as such. 

This morning, John woke around nine and found me at my microscope in the kitchen. He mumbled out a sleepy ‘morning,’ and turned on the kettle as was our usual routine. It was my time to break routine. I rose from my chair, strode over to John, and gave him a hug. 

At first, John had stiffened considerably, which didn’t seem like the right response. I was about to move away when John finally became receptive and hugged back. It was an interesting sensation. It lasted longer than my hugs with Mrs. Hudson, in those cases it was always her hugging me, never a mutual affair. John didn’t smell like sickly sweet perfume, which was good. He smelled of soap with a hint of aftershave. It was a smell akin to trivial sense names like ‘clean breeze’, or ‘open windows’. It was nice. It was very nice. We both pulled away and I returned to my place perched on a kitchen chair. I’m not exactly sure how John felt about the whole thing as after it happened he was still and silent for a long while. The kettle had boiled and cooled by the time John remembered he was making tea and he had to boil it again. 

‘Has something happened?’ John asked me, looking as perplexed by the hug as I was by his question. Did something have to happen in order for me to hug him? Had I gotten it wrong? It appeared probable. Perhaps he assumed this hug was more indicative of terminal illness or a death in the family but how had I gotten it wrong? 

Sometimes John can be surprisingly observant. Something on my face must have tipped him off as after he seemed to determine my intention or at the very least my concerns. 

‘It was fine. Just give me some warning next time,’ He had informed. 

This is as far as my experimentation has gone thus far. I haven’t yet defined the boundaries between John and myself but I’ve determined hugging is fine. As far as my own involvement in the whole process, I have concluded that I like hugging John and if given the opportunity I would gladly do it again, which suggests John is the exception to my previously established ideologies. This is the worst possible outcome as this revelation has caused me to formulate another hypothesis, one which I’m unwilling to explore, as it is impossible to examine. 

All this to say I need a case to distract me. If the readers would contact either myself or John on our respective blogs regarding cases of interest, we shall examine them. I fear if nothing comes up soon, I might have to contact my brother and everyone will be all the more miserable for that outcome. 

S.H. 

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[percywinchester27]

About a boy (Part-6)

Word count: 3K

Warning: Suspense, feels, physical abuse, child-trafficking and bullying

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: My insecure self truly appreciates all the validation y’all provide with comments and reblogs. I am beyond grateful <3

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The cold soapy water made the knife slip from his hand, and the tip somehow managed to tilt just the right way to slice the edge of Dean’s palm.

“Fuck!” He cursed, quickly withdrawing his hand. It came back scarlet. 

The water was still running from the tap, harder than he’d have normally wanted it. Dean held his hand underneath it, letting the stream run red. When he looked back at his palm, there was a long gash there and it hurt like hell.

Dean was sitting in the small room next to the kitchen, on the floor. There was an enormous pile of utensils next to him. Utensils that fed hundreds and hundreds of kids. He could be buried all of four times in that pile, he thought dejectedly.

At the rate he was going, Dean would probably be here all night long and the whole day tomorrow. Usually the dishes were done by 7 or 8 kids, in rotation. Having to do it all by himself was crazy. He’d already been at it for hours now and was weary, tired and sleepy.

He sighed, picking up the offending knife and staring at it intently. “Do your worst,” he mumbled.

“Don’t you worry about that!”

Dean turned to see Gary, Zachariah and Raphael standing at the corner, all leering down at him. Two more boys followed from behind.

Dean stood up unsteadily, not because he was scared, but because the slippery water that flowed at his feet had soaked through the four layers covering him. His clothes, heavy with the weight of water, made it hard to move, but he’d be damned if he gave in without a fight.

He had suspected it all along, had waited for these thugs to inevitably come to him. As it was, they had been waiting for an opportunity to get back to him after that first night. He could see them eyeing him when he passed by them in the corridor at school, their expressions malicious and evil.

One last guy came in and shut the door behind him. At least, this time Dean could see their faces.

The old grandfather clock by Andy’s office chimed in the distance. It was 12. Dean rolled up the sleeves of his drenched jacket, bracing his legs just the right way. He wasn’t going down alone.

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Cas was frantic, pacing up and down in the tiny space between the two sets of bunk beds. Gabriel was still up, lazily going through the pages of a skin magazine- which was of course barred in the campus. Occasionally he would look up from the magazine, follow Cas’ trajectory and then go back to the pictures, both amused and unconcerned at the same time. Benny was quiet, as usual, but Cas could feel his eyes following him.

“Sit down, will you?” Gabe said finally. “You’re giving me second hand anxiety here.” His drowsy voice was in direct contrast to the actual awful anxiety building up within Cas. 

“I can’t! Dean’s in trouble. I know it. Those idiots won’t let him be. They’ll beat the crap out of him. Jesus!” His voice rose up an octave with each word. He knew it in his heart that Dean having to stay back so late and everyone else being put off the washing duty couldn’t have been a mere coincidence. 

He had to do something!

Desperately, he turned to his roommate. “Gabe! Help me! You have something on each of them, you could get Dean out of trouble.”

Gabe flicked through another page of the magazine. “Now why would I ever wanna do that?”

“Because of the goodness of your heart?” Cas tried, pointlessly.

Gabriel tossed the magazine aside, then looked Cas straight in the eye. “I’m doing no such thing.”

“You did it last time,” Cas argued, inches away from Gabe, now. “You got him out of the mess that first day.”

“I didn't get him out,” Gabe leaned in, all mirth gone from his expression and Cas was reminded that if Gabriel wanted to be the bad guy, he could really be the bad guy. “I got you out, Castiel. That kid is nothing to me.”

With that he flicked off the light of his lamp, and slid down on his bed.

“At least tell me how you got out of the locked corridor?” Cas asked through gritted teeth.

Gabriel made an elaborate snoring noise. His way of saying ‘get lost.’

Cas let out a frustrated cry and sank onto his bed, his pulse out of rhythm.

“There’s a door at the end of the fourth floor that leads to the left wing. It’s the only one that’s not boarded up.” The gravelly voice came from the bunk above Gabe’s, and if it hadn’t been for the distinct confidence, Cas might have assumed that his mind had made it up.

Gabe gave up his snoring pretense, too, surprised by what he had just heard.

The gratitude was overwhelming, but Cas managed a strangled thank you and rushed out of the room. 

His footsteps echoed through the dusty, dark corridor till he reached the very end. Then came to a dead-end. The grill. How was he going to get across the grill of the fourth floor?

“Dean? Dean, is that you?” A soft voice called, startling Cas. The voice sounded unsure, as if he even recognised Dean’s footsteps and knew that this wasn’t him.

“No,” he said. “I’m Cas. It’s Will, isn’t it?

There was a sudden movement. “How do you know? Did… did Dean tell you?” There was a note of betrayal in his voice, a hint of accusation, even though Cas wasn’t sure at whom it was aimed.

"No... no," he said urgently, not wanting to mess this up for Dean. "That's not it. I mean Dean did tell me, but that's only because I caught him sneaking out every night."

"So let me get this straight. You're spying on Dean?"

Cas's impatience and worry was making everything he said come out wrong.

"Look, I don't know how much Dean's told you, but I'm his friend. My name's Cas- Castiel."

There was a pause. "I've heard of you."

Cas huffed out a breath.

"So I'm not in trouble, right?" Will asked, still unsure.

"You're not. But Dean is."

The dark figure one the other side jerked up, jumping into sudden action. “What’s wrong with Dean?”

Cas quickly explained as much as he could, and while he was talking, it became abundantly clear that Will knew quite a lot about Dean’s life. He didn’t question why those idiots would try to specifically go out of their way to target Dean like that. He just seemed to understand.

“I have to somehow get there,” Cas said. He knew that he appeared to be dancing on the spot from all the nervous energy, but Will had already stooped down and was fiddling with the lock of the shutter.

“What are you doing?” Cas asked, widening his eyes to get a better look.

Will didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. For, a minute later, the quiet click of the lock popping open was enough of an answer.

“Quick, I think they might have left the door to the left wing open after all,” Will whispered.

“You could crack the lock all this time and you never did it?”  Cas asked, appalled.

“Where was I gonna get to?” Will shot back. “There’s kids downstairs and you sadists up here.”

Fair point.

Cas bent down and yanked the grill. Thankfully, it rolled up smoothly without making too much noise. When he straightened up on the other side, Will was standing much, much closer to him. In the pale light filtering from the window overhead, Cas could make out the straight, long hair that almost fell to his chin, framing his face. The edges of his hair seemed silver in the moonlight. 

Will was lanky. Thin but oddly athletic from the way he was holding himself, despite the loose shirt hanging from his shoulders. In fact, all his clothes seemed two sizes too large for him. It was still too dark to make out his face, but he seemed pale.

“What are you waiting for?” Will urged. “We gotta go.”

Cas jerked. “We’ aren’t doing anything, together. I’m going and you’re staying here.”

Will’s entire posture changed. All the wariness from the set of his shoulders vanished and his spine straightened up, chin set. “I’m coming with,” he said, and Cas noticed the odd sharpness to his otherwise soft voice. “I have to help Dean.”

There was an odd desperation in his voice, and strength that made it abundantly clear that he was going to follow Cas, whether or not Cas wanted it. That there wasn’t even a question about helping Dean. It was a given.

Cas suddenly felt a rush of warmth for this strange kid. He really did care for Dean. All his inhibitions about Dean trusting Will vanished. 

“Who says you won’t be helping Dean by staying up here?”

Will cocked his head. “What?”

Cas smirked. “I have a plan.”

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Dean huffed, face against the floor, tasting blood in his mouth. He grinned.

Even though he was sprawled on the wet ground, water all around him with a foot firmly planted against his back, Gary was lying a few feet away, too, groaning.

And Dean was sure he’d at least managed to get Zachariah in the gut, shin and face. The crack that his nose had made was satisfying. It had probably added years to Dean’s life. Angered like the great bull, Zachariah had finally managed to aim a good swipe and then Raphael and the fourth boy had crowded on Dean. Even then, he hadn’t gone down easily. He was sure that both of those were going to be nursing bruises tomorrow.

A swift kick landed at his side, getting him in the side of his stomach. 

“That should teach you better than to mess with us,” Raphael said. He was Michael’s mouthpiece, Dean realised. The one who did all the dirty work.

“The only thing I’ve learnt is that it must be a sweet little thing… you know… being Michael’s pitbull.”

Raphael snarled and the kicked harder in Dean’s back and he had to bite back a scream.

“Bastard!” Raphael spat.

“You see, at least, I know for sure that I’m not one… you on the other hand…”

There was a threatening growl from over his head and Dean braced himself for one more hit, but it never came, instead there was a hurried scuffling and Dean felt rather than saw Raphael move back.

“Castiel?” Gary exclaimed, surprised.

“Let Dean go!” Cas said, not loudly, but firmly.

This was starting to be a theme, Dean thought. Each time he was being thrashed by Michael’s goons, Cas turned up. But this time, Michael wasn’t around to save Cas. That became evident the moment Gary’s swung his fist  and it made perfect contact with Cas’s jaw. Cas hurtled past Raphael and hit his head against the wall, slumping down.

“No!” Dean yelled. He braced himself in a sitting position, and glared at the standing figures with bleary eyes. “Come at me, assholes, leave him out of it.”

“He asked for it,” Gary smirked.

“Michael won’t be pleased,” Dean added. His ribs were hurting and his back felt like someone had rammed an iron block into it. He couldn’t stand up yet to fight for Cas, so he had to make the best of what he had. If using Michael’s name was it then that had to do.

Raphael grinned. “Michael isn’t here, and what he won’t know, won’t make him mad.” He turned to look at Cas. “You won’t be a little snitch and tell him, now, will you, Cassie?”

To Dean’s relief, Cas groaned and opened his eyes. Despite the hurt being evident in his features, he looked coldly at Raphael. “Maybe I won’t have to tell Michael.”

The smirk slid from Raphael’s face, “What do you mean?”

Unexpectedly, in a move that was beyond reckless, with three huge boys staring down at him, Cas grinned. “Wait for it,” he said, then looked straight at Dean and winked. 

For a minute nothing happened, as all the boys waited with bated breath.

Zachariah, who had been standing in the corner all this while, growled impatiently. He advanced towards Dean with a hand outstretched, “All right you little pieces of shi-”

Loud, shrill alarms suddenly pierced through the quiet of the night, and Zachariah jerked back. Red light flooded through the room, the entrances vibrating with the sound. Both Gary and Raphael fumbled backwards as few screams and then more sounded along with the continuously blaring alarm.

“Fire…” Raphael breathed, then turned one venomous glare at Cas and hissed, “Castiel… What did you do?”

Cas shrugged, still ginning, “You have about five minutes before all the locks are opened, and the kids come barreling down into the grounds. And everyone finds out what you’ve been up to… Andy finds out what you’re doing.”

Fear, true fear flashed across Raphael’s eyes. “This isn’t the end of it, you son of a bitch,” he spat at Dean, then started towards the door.

On his way out he glared down at Cas. “You picked your side, Castiel, now be ready to face what’s coming.” With that he disappeared, the parade of goons following.

Dean was still sitting on the wet floor, shocked. What had just happened? Was there really a fire?

“Dean!” He felt a tugging at the side of his drenched jacket. It was Cas, looking down at him in urgency and an odd triumph. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Is there… fire?” Dean could feel his voice shaking. All life seemed to go out of his legs. 

Cas’ blue eyes twinkled in the odd light. “Yes, there’s fire, but it’s nothing to worry about. C’mon!”

Cas helped Dean to his feet, and unsteadily dragged him out of the room into the corridor. Dean’s legs ached from the thrashing and his body felt like it had been worked upon by a sledgehammer. 

There were noises everywhere, hundreds of feet rushing in one direction.

“This way,” Cas lead, coaxing Dean into the direction of the voice and holding him by the shoulders. Belatedly, Dean realised that was blood on Cas’s jaw, and the corner of his mouth. He wanted to ask if Cas was okay, but strangely, his voice had left him. 

Somehow they made it into the front yard which was already full of kids in pyjamas, panicked. There was chaos everywhere. The smaller kids from the lower floors had come down quickly, and were crying, screaming from fear. But there still weren’t nearly enough of them. The upper levels were locked, someone had to get there to release the kids.

There were still kids up there!

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back! Now, Dean, go!"

“Cas- I… I need to help…” Despite his words, Dean’s legs gave out completely and he slid to the ground. 

Cas bent down to Dean’s level, then pulled him upright. “You don’t need to help anyone because no one’s in danger. Trust me.” His blue eyes, dark in the night were still somehow clear.

And Dean did… he did trust Cas, so he let his friend pull him away from all the confusion as a fresh batch of kids came spilling out of the doors.

When they were a safe distance away, Cas eased and let Dean on the ground. “Are you alright?” He asked worried.

Dean didn’t want to tell Cas that if he looked like he was about to faint, it had nothing to do with the thrashing. He was about to wave the worry off with some loose comment when his vision was diverted to the 4th story window from which smoke was erupting.

“What happened?” Dean asked.

Again, Cas grinned, then looked down at Dean with glee. “Your friend Will is a genius.”

“He set the place on fire?” Dean’s eyes widened and he stood up despite the screaming pain in his legs.

“Not really,” Cas said, his lips still quirked up. “He said something about incomplete combustion causing a lot of smoke and stripped wires lying in the corridor.”

When Dean’s appalled expression didn’t change, Cas gave him a reassuring smile, “Don’t worry, he is smart, he knew what he was doing.” Then, Cas suddenly gave a sheepish expression. “The whole deal was sort of my idea. Gabriel’s little stunt the other day inspired me.”

Dean didn’t know what to say. The smoke that was now pouring out of the open windows of not just the fourth floor but also the floor below and bellowing into the open air, was making his eyes water. However, that wasn’t what was making his throat tight. Cas had just made enemies out of people who were basically the closest thing he had to a family for Dean. And that little kid, whose face Dean didn’t even know had gone out of the way to do God knows what to set the alarms blaring… for him! If anyone ever found out what Will had done...

He turned to Cas, thinking of words that would convey the gratitude he felt, when Andy rushed out of the building, carrying what seemed like the last of the children.

Hundreds of kids were huddled down, looking at the smoke stained dark sky. Some crying, some clutching on to the little blankets. Dean looked at all the faces, the red noses, the tear stained eyes, as tiny hands found one another… and in all those faces he tried to look for the one that mattered. And with a jolt in his stomach Dean realised that the unknown face he was so hopelessly searching for wasn’t Sam’s. It was Will’s.

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A/N 2: I am sorry once more about the delay. Please tell me what you think? I love you guys xoxo

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