“This is the phone call sequence which again was a nod for the Buffy and Angel fans. […] You didn’t need to see the one to enjoy the other. But if you watched both, you understood what was happening. That there was a moment where they almost made a connection and didn’t.” - Joss Whedon
I was talking to my friend the other day and trying to convince her to listen to Be More Chill, and, naturally, she asked me what it was about. I didn’t stop to think about what I was saying, and I heard the words leave my mouth before I could process them. “It’s about a teenage boy who is sexually frustrated so he… eats… a computer.”
Long story short I’ve been laughing for three days. I think she replied, “How is that even a plot?” but I couldn’t hear over the sound of my manic cackling.
Viktor wakes to the sound of rain, and with a dull numbness clinging to his body that he knows too well.
Besides him, Yuuri is still sleeping, his features softened, as if touched with a brush, and with the shadows of the dark that still linger in the time between dawn surrounding him, he is beautiful.
He is breathtaking in some ways, of the simple the intimacy of it, and Viktor is so afraid, because with his body pressed warm next to his, it doesn’t seem real, and Viktor is stupidly terrified that if he were to reach out and touch the dark haired man, he would vanish to the steady sound of the rain that fell outside.
So he leaves the bed, slipping out of the warm covers, and when he steps down onto the floor, the wood paneling stark and cold against his bare feet, Makkachin raises her head to look at him, her eyes dark, dark in the shadows of the room, but she doesn’t stir, and Viktor slips out to the living room unnoticed.
On the couch, with the view of the sleeping St. Petersburg spread out before him, and with the white noise of the rain pelting the windows, before it slides down in droplets and rivulets, everything seems like a strange lucid dream.
‘My name is Viktor Nikiforov’ he thinks, ‘and I am… what?’
Because the answer of a skater, of a gold medalist, seems wrong, because legends of countries, don’t feel like this, do they?
But there are bruises below his ankle bones, and when he presses his fingertips into the sickly, mottled forms, pain blossoms with the touch, somehow sharp and still aching at the same time, and Viktor can only feel dull.
It so quiet then, and his mind is so so loud with static.
Sam and Dean sit in baby staring at their once 25 year old sister who was now 4 years old in a ballerina outfit because that’s what she picked out at the store when they needed to buy her clothes. The previous hunt they were on Y/N got hit by some weird powder by a witch and Dean woke up the following morning to a tiny hand on his face.
“Why do you guys keeping wooking at me weird?” She ask looking between them. “You’re just so tiny.” Sam smiles. “She’s so cute!” Sam adds looking at Dean. “Yeah, I remember.” He mumbles as they get out the car to go food shopping for the bunker.
“Come on Y/N.” Sam chimes as he opens the back door for her. He holds her hand as they cross the street to the store. She lets go and runs to the shopping carts to grab one. They stand there watching her struggle to get one cart out because they were stuck together. (Don’t you just hate that) “I got it.” Sam chuckles getting it. As they walk in store Y/N skips ahead next to Dean to hold his hand but he keeps moving his hand so she can’t grab it.
“I don’t wanna hold your hand, thanks. I don’t wanna hold your hand.” He argues. She frowns and grabs a hold of his hand and grips it tight. “Ow, ow, let go of my hand.” He growls. “That hurts.” He glares down at her. She whimpers and peeks over to Sam who looks down at her. “What’s wrong bug?”
“Dean won’t hold my hand.” Y/N pouts. Sam gives Dean his signature bitch face and Dean grunts and grabs her hand. “She always did this before.” He mumbles but Sam just chuckles shaking his head. “Why did you choose a costume?” Dean ask looking at her ballerina outfit. “It’s not a costume it’s my protective gear.”
“How’s a ballerina costume suppose to protect you?”
“Are you crazy who wants to hurt a ballewina?” She protest. “Other ballerinas.” Dean shrugs. Once Dean had enough he throws Y/N in the seat of the cart and she rambles to Sam who too eventually has enough of her talk of Princes and fairies and he gives her his iPod. She bops her head and swings her hanging legs accidentally kicking Sam once in awhile listening to music as they get to the register. “Can I has some lime jerky?” She ask pointing down below to the candy and jerky. Sam is about to protest remembering her eating habit but Dean holds his hand up to stop him. “Your remember how she was when she didn’t get things. She whined and whined.” Sam grabs the jerky and puts it down with the of stuff and Y/N smiles. The ride to the bunker is an half hour away and Y/N becomes very impatient.
“Are we there yet?” She grunts tugging on her seatbelt. “We get there when we get there Y/N.” Dean answers annoyed. “Why do you have to be such a meany?” She yells. Sam stops Dean before he can even talk back. “Hey princess let’s play a game.” Sam says turning around in his seat. “Okay!”
“Let’s play the license plate game.”
“Yay okay!” Y/N props herself on the seat and looks out the window. There isn’t much cars on the road and she eventually falls asleep from boredom. When they arrive Sam carries Y/N down the stairs seeing Cas sitting in the war room. “Who’s the child?” He questions noticing a sleeping Y/N in Sam’s arms.
“Cas it’s Y/N.” He chuckles. “Y/N isn’t two feet tall.”
“She got hit by some mumbo jumbo powder and now she’s four years old so we need to find a way to reverse it.” Dean explains as they walk to the kitchen. “Cas would you mind taking her to her room?” Sam ask. Cas hesitates at first and nods. Sam passes her gently so she doesn’t wake up. She stirs in Cas’s arms for a moment and becomes still again. He takes her to her room settling her down on the bed. He admires her small body seeing fully that it clearly was Y/N. He remembers Y/N showing him some pictures of her and boys when they were younger.
An hour goes passed and the boys sit in the library reading some books. “Do children usually nap for this long?” Cas questions. “You have a point totally forgot. She’s too quiet now that I realize.” Sam intervenes. “Oh no.” Dean mumbles getting up. “What? What is it?” Cas questions following them to the kitchen.
“Whenever Y/N was quiet it meant that she’s was either hiding something or she’s going through the pantry for cand—”
Sure enough when they reach the kitchen they see a stash of candy wrappers opened along with other snacks, but that wasn’t the problem. This was Dean’s secret stash. “Son of bitch.” He stomps his boot. “If she throws up, I’m blaming you!” Dean scolds at Sam with a pointed finger. They go into the hallways to look for her. “Y/N!” Dean screams. He goes to her room not seeing her there and is about to leave till he hears shuffling from the closet. He slowly walks up to the closet grabbing the door knobs and swings them open spotting the little ballerina with a chocolate stained mouth.
“THERE YOU ARE!” She screams crawling through Deans legs and makes a run for it in the hallway.
“Sammy get her!” He screams. Sam sees a small body dart across the hallway. He runs after her but loses her once he turns the corner. Five minutes go by and Dean doesn’t find her. “I’m tried of playing games Y/N come out now or it’s time out for you!” After three minutes of searching he meets in the war room with Sam. “She’s in so much trouble!” Dean grunts. “Dean, why are you so mad at her?”
“She ate my stuff!”
“No, not that. I mean ever since she turned you’ve been a meany like she said what’s up with that?” Dean doesn’t answer and looks away. Sam stands there waiting for the answer. Dean mumbles something inaudible he can’t hear. “What?”
“I said she likes you better then me.” He confesses. “Dean, what are you talking about?” He sighs before he answers.
“Every since Y/N was little she always liked you best. She was stuck to you like glue.” Sam stands there in shock. “Dean, she loves you a lot you know?” He raises an eyebrow hearing this. “Anytime you and dad were gone Y/N never shut about you. Asking me all these questions about cars and bugging me when you were gonna be back and how excited she was to learn how to gank monsters from her big brother. Besides you too spend a bunch of time together now. Why is this affecting you?”
“Is that true?”
“Yes, I was kinda jealous because I thought she liked you more. And to be honest I’m a little jealous. You guys have a closer bond than I have with her now.” Sam admits. Suddenly Cas emerges into the war room carrying a crying Y/N. “What happened?” Sam ask. “Well when I was chasing her down she fell and hurt her knee.” He lifts her leg up showing the ripped pink unitard with a cut that is now bleeding just a little and the torn tutu. He goes to hand her to Sam’s out stretched arms but she whimpers rejecting him.
“I want Dean.” She whimpers crying. Dean lifts his head up hearing this and gets a good look at his baby sister. Her arms reached out for him leaning away from Cas. Her eyes puffy and red from crying. Dean realizes that he’s been so stupid that he didn’t need to be jealous, because him and Y/N get along perfect now when she’s not a toddler. She whimpers putting her arms down thinking her big brother yet again is rejecting her today until he reaches out for her and she quickly wraps her arms around his neck. “You okay?” He ask softly wiping her tear stained face. “No.” Y/N croaks shaking her head and he takes her to his room. He sets her down on his bed and helps her in one of his t-shirts after cleaning her face.
“I’m sorry I ate your candy.” She apologies in her small voice. “No, I’m sorry for being a meany today, I was just jealous.”
“Why?” She ask with a tilt of her head.
“It’s a long story. But let’s get a bandaid on this shall we?” He gets the first aid kit and cleans her scratch up. “Tank you.” She says once he’s finished. “Dean.” She calls out to him when he puts the stuff away. “Yeah?”
“Can we watch some cowboy movies?” He smiles at this and nods his head. “Sure thing sweetheart.” He sets the movie in his room while Cas helps her pop the popcorn. Half way through the movie Y/N starts falling asleep. He looks down under his arm seeing Y/N falling asleep with a piece of popcorn hanging of her bottom lip. “Getting sleepy there?” He lays down with her pulling the blanket up. “Frectles.” She mumbles. “What?” She puts one tiny finger in his face and says it again. “Frectles.” He frowns then gasp realizing what she meant. “You mean freckles.” He chuckles. “Yeah you has those.”
He was nervous. Yes,he, member of the mafia and feared by many was nervous to tell you, the only person he really cares about, that he isn’t the businessman he told you he was. But it was time. He entered your home and walked straight to the living room where you were.
He didn’t knew why, but on his way he stopped at your favourite restaurant to get your favourite food. He held the bag tightly when he started to talk.
“Y/n…we need to talk about something.”
While he told you the whole story, you stood up and observed him attentive. When he finished and waited for you to speak, fear filled in his body.
“Tell me about this stuff when I ate my kimchi. I hope you didn’t forgot it?”
His heart almost stopped, you seemed more angry by the possibilitie, that he forgot yout kimchi, than about the fact that he was a member of the mafia.
“We need to talk”
So he told you about his “job”. You were confused at first, but you kind of anticipated that he wasn’t the good man he tried to make you believe he was.
“Well…ok….good to know. Do you want some sushi? I just made some.”
He was trained to never show a emotion, but since he expected you to sceam at him and in reality you didn’t even asked further made him stand there in confusion.
“Are you okay, jagi?”
He was more than nervous since a lot depended on the way you would react. His presence was dangerous and he had enemies. He started to speak when he saw you.
“…..hello babe, I hope you have time, we need to talk.”
And he spoke about everything. You listened without interrupting him. After he finished, his big orbs stared into yours, observing your reaction.
“O-Ok, but I will have the last piece of the cake now, and belive me, I can be more dangerous than the whole mafia.”
He was confused before he started to smile.
“I should have predicted this…”
He couldn’t say how you would react, but he was almost sure that you would freak out. He rushed into the living room, to get it over and done with. His voice was nearly commanding when he told you to sit down.
“You may be confused but I can’t keep it from you, and I’m sorry for all the danger i put you in with telling you….”
He made his explanation quick and easy before staring at you, his hands trambling.
You slowly nodded your head while pouting your lips.
“Mhm, okay, I’ll go and get the ice cream, you need to tell my everything.
“S-so your not angry?”
“Why should I?”, you answered while turning back to him to almost die from a heart attack. He run to you and hugged you tight, obviously relieved.
He wanted to keep you from all this, but he knew that he couldn’t lie to you anymore. But he was scared. Scared of losing you. He gathered all his courage and started to talk.
“Jagi, you know how much I love you and that I would never allow someone to hurt you. But you need to know that I’m not the angel you think I’am. You know when I was younger I had this friend who was involved in some shit and I wanted to help him but-”
He was stopped by your fingers on his lip.
“Jimin, come to the point. What Are you scared of?”
“A lot. I-I’m something like a member of t-the mafia…..”
“ Uhm, okay, will you tell me also what dish I should order?”
“ I know it’s dangerous and that- wait…..What?!”
To say he was caught off guard would be a understatement.
He was too scared to look into your eyes.
“Jagi, please sit down, I need to tell you something and please don’t freak out. I love you and this will never change.”
And he told you everything while looking at his shoes. After he finished, he still didn’t looked up, until he felt your hands on his chest.
“Naw, my little Tae, let’s go and eat cookies.”
His confusion didn’t lasted long and he followed you into the kitchen while smiling like he always does.
“Yeah, cookies would be nice.”
He had no plan. No plan how he should tell you the he was a ruthless member of the mafia. When he found you laying on the couch he placed himself beside you and took your hand,
“We need to talk. But before that I want you to know that I love you and that I’m sorry that I didn’t told you from the beginning that….”
He played with your entangled hands while talking, clearly avooiding to look at you. Even when he finished he didn’t stopped, while he waited for you to break his heart.
“Okay, but the next time you try to take the last cookie you will give him to me to show how guilty you are for not telling me earlier.”
“Maybe I should reconsider this..HEY.”
You attacked him and a tickle fight began.
He was so surorised but relieved at the same time.