at least he's left the nest

My first overwatch fansong, this one’s about Hanzo Shimada and his feelings surrounding himself and his brother. One of the simplest, most metaphorical and most satisfying (at least for me) songs I’ve ever written. Enjoy :)

Track art from the Dragons short. Download at soundcloud.

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A sharpened sword stuck in my side
fool to think that I could dig it out with arrows
I shot one into God’s left eye
and then no more light hit mine
as the sun set one last time
to the song of the sparrow

A feral beast, more thorn than paw
claws the rooster from his nest, for lest he dare to crow
I’ll aim again to make God blind
lay my pelt upon your shrine, as the sun sets one last time
to the cry of the wolf and the song of the sparrow

the dream of light; a baited cage
to trap me where it waits, in its glare, if dare I go
but to outrun that horizon
would take stronger legs and lungs
and wings, and I have none
since last I saw the setting sun and sung the song of the sparrow

And here again, that stubborn flame
I am immolate with sorrow, his forgiveness is my pyre
and he stokes a fire that burns like shame
and he calls himself your name
says the sun will set the same
and sings the song of the sparrow

so what will I when dawn arrives?
Guide the hand of blinded god, or guard the hen, a loyal hound?
Perhaps a breath, a chance to fly
see the sun rise in your sky
feel the warmth and hear the sound…

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Avengers Chatroom: Mischief

Requested by Anon.

Scenario: It’s just a prank, bro.


Sam has created a chatroom.

Sam has invited Bucky, Nat, Tony, Steve, Vision, Wanda, Clint.

Sam: Which one of you thought it would be funny to build a giant bird nest in my room?

Bucky: Why didn’t I think of that?

Clint: There’s a nest in my room as well.

Wanda: And someone stuck a Windows logo on vision.

Nat: Who else? Loki and Y/N.

Steve: We banned them from being around each other after what happened last time, remember?

Bucky: So much paint …

Clint: I’m on Loki guard duty today. It wasn’t him.

Vision: And Y/N was with Wanda, I believe.

Y/N has joined the chat.

Y/N: Heard ya’ll talking shit.

Steve: For the hundredth time. It is rude to speak like that.

Y/N: Heard ya’ll talking feces.

Sam: Blame yourself for this, Steve.

Y/N has added Loki.

Y/N: They think we pranked them.

Loki: How terrible of them. We were on our best behavior for the past two weeks.

Bucky: I thought you two stopped pranking for three weeks now.

Loki: We have.

Bucky: But you just said

Loki: Yes.

Vision: I would like to try pranking someone.

Wanda: After you’re more advanced in cooking I will explain pranking to you.

Vision: As you wish.

Tony: They grow up so fast!

Sam: So then who did it?

Tony: Probably Clint. He’s the other prankster here.

Clint: Me?! What evidence do you have?

Nat: Let’s not jump to conclusions.

Loki: Actually it was Barton.

Wanda: What?!

Loki: I saw him do it.

Clint: You’re lying!

Y/N: I am disappointed in you, Clint.

Loki: You may check the camera footage if you wish.

Vision: It seems that it was Clint.

Clint: I AM BEING FRAMED!

Clint: Why would I build a nest in my own room?

Y/N: HAWKeye.

Loki: Seeming like a victim would draw suspicion away from you.

Clint: LISTEN TO HIM! IT’S CLEAR HE DID IT!

Sam: Clean my damn room.

Sam has left the chat.

Steve: Clint go clean up Sam’s room and remove the logo from Vision.

Clint: YOU WILL REGRET THIS, LOKI!

Clint has left the chat.

Vision has left the chat.

Loki: And yet I’m considered crazy.

Y/N: It’s always the ones you least suspect.

Loki: Can our ban be removed now?

Steve: Sure. Just don’t get into trouble.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony:  Clint messed with my suit! IT’S THE COLORS OF STEVE’S COSTUME! THIS IS GOING TO TAKE FOREVER TO REMOVE.

Tony has left the chat.

Bucky: Why didn’t I think of that too?

Bucky has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

Nat has left the chat.

Loki: Nice touch with the suit.

Y/N: When do you think they’ll remember that you can cast illusions?

Loki: Don’t know. But today, I, Loki Laufeyson, have bested the avengers! ONE BY ONE SHALL I GET REVENGE! NEXT WILL BE THOR AND HIS STUPID HAIR! FOLLOWED BY THE CAPTAIN AND THAT DAMN SHIELD, MAYBE I’LL STICK THE CANADIAN FLAG ON IT! AND MISS ROMANOFF, WE WILL SEE IF THE BLACK WIDOW TRULY FEARS ARACHNIDS! LET’S NOT FORGET ABOUT BARNES, HE MOCKED MY OUTFIT AND FOR THAT I SHALL MAGNETIZE HIS ARM! I AM A GOD. THESE MORTALS ARE NO MATCH FOR ME.

Y/N: Chill.

Y/N has left the chat.

Loki: How impolite. I wasn’t finished.

Loki has added Y/N.

Loki: As I was saying, LET’S NOT FORGET ABOUT DIRECTOR FURY OR ERIK SELVIG!

Y/N has left the chat.

Loki has added Y/N.

Loki: Furthermore, I will show those insect men as well!

Y/N: Scott. Peter. They have names.

Loki: What is that spray that Tony uses whenever he sees a cockroach?

Y/N: DON’T YOU EVEN TRY WHAT I THINK YOU’RE PLANNING!

Loki: ALRIGHT I WON’T SPRAY THEM!

Loki: Can we go find my brother and prank him now?

Y/N: YES. Anything to leave this chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Loki: Excellent.

Loki has left the chat.

Slow Fade (1)

Overview: Being forced out of the only life you want comes with its hardships, but hiding it from the two people you care about the most proves to be the most challenging situation you’ll face.

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader, Bobby (mentioned)

Warnings: mild language, violence, blood

Word Count: 1,709

A/N: Hello to a new series! This one has been rolling around in my brain for awhile. I hope you guys like it :)

Beta’d by my sole sister @wheresthekillswitch“This is where you leave me?!!!”

and my writing soulmate @hannahindie“WHAT IS THIS SNEAKY SHENANIGAN”

Masterlist

Do you know that feeling of utter exhaustion?

It’s the kind of tired that sits in your bones, slowly creeping its way through your system as the hours drag on. It’s when your eyes feel like they want to close all the time, but even when they do your thoughts refuse to let your mind rest. It’s when walking across a room feels like running a mile, when people talk to you and it takes all of your focus to even listen, when caffeine gives you an instant headache and sleep catalysts just send you into fitful dreams.

Does anyone else know that feeling?

Because that’s been me. Consistently. For the past month.


It was the slamming of the breaks that woke me. Or maybe the seat belt cutting into my chest, knocking out a short breath. Or the snap of Dean’s fingers in front of my face while his slightly annoyed tone slowly drifts to my ears.

“Y/N? Earth to Y/N?”

I shake my head and blink to clear my vision, reaching a hand up to rub crust out of my eyes while using the other to yank the seatbelt to return some breathing slack. “What?” I snap. I feel the last remnants of rest trickle away, and my heart longs after them.

“We’re here,” Dean replies, giving me an odd look. “You feeling okay? Didn’t you get, like, ten hours last night?”

If only.

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Sick Angel

It was exactly 1 day, 7 hours, 20 minutes and 54…55…56… seconds since Castiel stumbled into the bunker and declared he was going to his room. Since then, the door to his room remained firmly closed with no signs of life inside. Dean had walked past at least a dozen times in the last hour wanting to go in but not wanting to bother in.

“Dude!” Sam snapped as he walked into the hallway and saw Dean staring at the door morosely, “just go in and make sure he’s not dead.” The younger Winchester huffed and walked off, rolling his eyes at his brother.

It was another 10 minutes before Dean opened the door and walked in. “Uh, Cas? You okay, Bu- what the hell?” Dean looked around the room which had a haze of fog over the entire room, along with a broken dresser, the mattress on the ground with a mound of blankets and pillows- and was that his shirt? “Since when do you own a Led Zepplin shirt?”

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Daily Lines - Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone

#DailyLines #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE #BookNine #yesitsgoingverywell #noitisntfinished #noIdontknowwhenitwillbefinished #yesIlltellyouwhenitis

We walked on slowly, pausing now and then as I spotted something edible, medicinal, or fascinating. It being autumn, this required a stop every few feet.

“Oo!” I said, heading for a slash of deep, bloody red at the foot of a tree. “Look at that!”

“It looks like a slice of fresh deer’s liver,” Jamie said, peering over my shoulder. “But it doesna smell like blood, so I’m guessing it’s one of the things ye call shelf-funguses?”

“Very astute of you. Fistulina hepatica,” I said, whipping out my knife. “Here, hold this, would you?”

He accepted my basket with no more than a slight roll of the eyes and stood patiently while I cut the fleshy chunks—for there was a whole nest of them hidden under the drifted leaves, like a set of crimson lily pads—free of the tree. I left the smaller ones to grow, but still had at least two pounds of the meaty mushroom. I packed them in layers of damp leaves, but broke off a small piece and offered it to Jamie.

“One side makes you taller, and one side makes you small,” I said, smiling.

“What?”

“Alice in Wonderland—the Caterpillar. I’ll tell you later. It’s said to taste rather like raw beef,” I said.

Muttering, “Caterpillar” under his breath, he accepted the bit, turned it from side to side, inspecting it critically to be sure it harbored no insidious legs, then popped it in his mouth and chewed, eyes narrowed in concentration. He swallowed, and I relaxed a little.

“Maybe like verra old beef, that’s been hung a long time,” he allowed. “But aye, a man could stomach it.”

“That’s actually a very good commendation for a raw mushroom,” I said, pleased. “If I had a few anchovies to hand, I’d make you a nice tartare sauce to go with it.”

“Anchovies,” he said thoughtfully. “I havena had an anchovy in years.” He licked his lower lip in memory. “I might find some, when I go to Wilmington.”

I looked at him in surprise.

“Are you planning to go before the spring?” True, the leaves were still nearly as thick upon the trees as upon the ground, but in the mountains, the weather could turn in the space of an hour. There could be snow in the passes any time between now and next March.

“Aye, I thought I’d risk one more trip before winter sets in,” he said casually. “D’ye want to come, Sassenach? I thought ye’d maybe be busy wi’ the preserving.”

“Hmpf.” While it was perfectly true that I ought to be spending every waking hour in finding, catching, smoking, salting or preserving food…it was equally true that I ought to be replenishing our stocks of needles, pins, sugar—that was a good point, I’d need more sugar to be making the fruit preserves—and thread, to say nothing of other bits of household iron-mongery and the medicines I couldn’t find or make, like Jesuit’s bark and ether.

And, if you came right down to it, wild horses couldn’t keep me from going with him. Jamie knew it, too; I could see the side of his mouth curling.

So Damn Much [Jeff Hardy x Reader Smut]

Request for @i-smell-like-keithhh : Jeff x Fem!Reader where Jeff comes home drunk after a match and there’s some hot and steamy shower sex.


A/N: Yo. Back at it with the filth. If you’re looking for smut with plot check out Something Worth Leaving Behind. If you’re more of a PWP person, then this is for you.


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“Not so close, Mister.” Mark Lee x Reader


Summary: Mark wants to take care of you when you’re sick, but you’re scared of making him sick too. Self-indulgent fluff basically.

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: PG

A/N: Wow guess who’s sick : )) but this was fun to write anyway, the first thing I’ve ever written abt mark, i hope its in character. Enjoy x

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To Love A Winchester

Okey dokey so this is my first ever piece of fanfiction done for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing favourite things challenge!! My prompt was friends to lovers so guess how this story ends!!

Word count: 2,838 (not including all of this and the rates at the bottom - all spelling mistakes etc are all my own handiwork)

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, un-named demon, mentions of Castiel, Jody Mills, various monsters

Warnings: like one swear word?, brief mentions of torture/injury


This particular day found the Winchester’s returning to the bunker from yet another small nondescript craphole which a nest of vampires had decided to turn into their meal ticket; at least they had until one of the newer members had gotten sloppy and put the nest onto the Winchester’s radar… They were a few miles out when they drove past what had when they’d left been a construction site but now sat a small diner. “Well that’s new” “Sure is Sammy” replied Dean as he pulled his Baby into a parking space. “But this is good. Store’s closed and I’m starving”. It was by this point gone 10 at night, the hunt not being particularly violent but they had been unfortunate enough to have to wait several hours for all of the vamps to be in one place.

Pushing open the door the boys were greeted by the decor of a classic 50’s style diner – 4 small booths took up one side while the other was a chrome bar with a number of stools lined against it. “Take a seat, I’ll be right with you” came a woman’s voice from behind the bar. Opting for two of the stools, the Winchesters sat and waited. A minute passed and then up popped the girl who’d spoken, hair thrown back in a messy bun and an apron round her waist. “Welcome to The Hideaway” smiled the girl.

“The Hideaway?” queried the taller of the two men sat in front of you. “Yeah ever since I was younger I’ve always loved classic movies and the inevitable diner scene you’d get in them. They were my very own hideaway from the real world. So when this opportunity came up I already had the perfect name in place…and I’m rambling sorry! I’m Y/N by the way” “Sam and this is Dean” replied the first man. “Well here’s a couple of menus and give us a yell when you’re ready to order”.

Waiting until the girl had walked away Dean turned to his brother “Really Sam?” Our real names?” “Come on Dean I hardly think she’s a threat.” “Yeah well” murmured Dean, turning back round in his seat to have another look at the girl “can’t be too careful in this line of work.” If Y/N knew she was the subject of their conversation she didn’t show it. Indeed she showed nothing, even when Dean subtly found a way to test her against holy water (knocking over his glass as she leaned to pick up their plates), silver (Sam having noticed the locket hanging round her neck) and salt. That last test had seen Sam head towards the bathroom, muttering under his breath as he went. “Sorry for the mess” Y/N heard as she bent down with a dustpan and brush “I’m not usually so clumsy.” “I think a few spillages are to be expected in this line of work” chuckled the girl. A moment of silence passed between the two and then “So, do you fancy dessert?”.

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Diana’s Daily Lines - “Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone” (Book 9)

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We walked on slowly, pausing now and then as I spotted something edible, medicinal, or fascinating. It being autumn, this required a stop every few feet.

“Oo!” I said, heading for a slash of deep, bloody red at the foot of a tree. “Look at that!”

“It looks like a slice of fresh deer’s liver,” Jamie said, peering over my shoulder. “But it doesna smell like blood, so I’m guessing it’s one of the things ye call shelf-funguses?”

“Very astute of you. Fistulina hepatica,” I said, whipping out my knife. “Here, hold this, would you?”

He accepted my basket with no more than a slight roll of the eyes and stood patiently while I cut the fleshy chunks—for there was a whole nest of them hidden under the drifted leaves, like a set of crimson lily pads—free of the tree. I left the smaller ones to grow, but still had at least two pounds of the meaty mushroom. I packed them in layers of damp leaves, but broke off a small piece and offered it to Jamie.

“One side makes you taller, and one side makes you small,” I said, smiling.

“What?”

“Alice in Wonderland—the Caterpillar. I’ll tell you later. It’s said to taste rather like raw beef,” I said.

Muttering, “Caterpillar” under his breath, he accepted the bit, turned it from side to side, inspecting it critically to be sure it harbored no insidious legs, then popped it in his mouth and chewed, eyes narrowed in concentration. He swallowed, and I relaxed a little.

“Maybe like verra old beef, that’s been hung a long time,” he allowed. “But aye, a man could stomach it.”

“That’s actually a very good commendation for a raw mushroom,” I said, pleased. “If I had a few anchovies to hand, I’d make you a nice tartare sauce to go with it.”

“Anchovies,” he said thoughtfully. “I havena had an anchovy in years.” He licked his lower lip in memory. “I might find some, when I go to Wilmington.”

I looked at him in surprise.

“Are you planning to go before the spring?” True, the leaves were still nearly as thick upon the trees as upon the ground, but in the mountains, the weather could turn in the space of an hour. There could be snow in the passes any time between now and next March.

“Aye, I thought I’d risk one more trip before winter sets in,” he said casually. “D’ye want to come, Sassenach? I thought ye’d maybe be busy wi’ the preserving.”

“Hmpf.” While it was perfectly true that I ought to be spending every waking hour in finding, catching, smoking, salting or preserving food…it was equally true that I ought to be replenishing our stocks of needles, pins, sugar—that was a good point, I’d need more sugar to be making the fruit preserves—and thread, to say nothing of other bits of household iron-mongery and the medicines I couldn’t find or make, like Jesuit’s bark and ether.

And, if you came right down to it, wild horses couldn’t keep me from going with him. Jamie knew it, too; I could see the side of his mouth curling.

The Assistant

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

Request: Bruce x Female Reader where the reader has been Bruce’s secretary for years and is super close with the batboys & Bruce doesn’t know. And then when Damian first meets her, him and the other batboys talk about how great she is during family dinner & how she spends time with them individually doing what they like (& Jason misses her cuz she was super sweet but he can’t see her cuz he’s “dead”) and then Bruce realizes he doesn’t know that much about her and asks her out and then some date fluff


Pairing:  Bruce Wayne x reader

Summary:  You have been Bruce’s assistant for many years and he finally notices why his son’s love you so much

Words Count: 1470

Genre: Fluff

Notes:  So I’ve seen a few fics with a request a lot like this, so if this fic is too much like a fic you have written please tell me and I will take it down. I don’t want to take any credit away from any other amazing author.

~REQUESTS ARE OPEN~


“(Y/n)!” You heard a shout from behind you and then you were tackled by a bundle of energy.

“Hello Tim!” you greet cheerfully as.

“Are you doing anything important today? I want to go to the coffee shop down the street again.” he says, releasing you from his hug.

“I’m sorry, your dad has a few meetings today and I’ve got to be there, but I’ll tell you what. I get out around noon today for lunch so why don’t I met you there for awhile?”  you ask.

You have been Bruce Wayne’s assistant since you graduated high school. What started out as an internship turned into a full paying job within a year. Now you had been with them for awhile and you were more than just an assistant to their family.  You have babysat all of Bruce’s sons since they were little, now the oldest had his own life and it felt like your little bird left the nest even though he wasn’t actually your son. Whenever Bruce had an important meeting and couldn’t be disturbed you would take the boys somewhere fun until it was time to go home. Dick liked going to trampoline parks, Tim liked coffee shops  and Jason before he passed loved to go to the movies. Now Tim, being the youngest in the family, was 16 so you didn’t need to babysit him anymore but that didn’t stop him from visiting and neither did Dick. You got at least one visit a week from your boys and it was always the highlight of your week.

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Operational Security

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“…no-one would like to believe General Kenobi’s alive more than I would…”

It was a lie that was getting harder and harder as he watched his two jetiise struggle to find their way in this harsh, unforgiving galaxy; especially now that Ezra had somehow worked out exactly where his old friend was hiding out. And how that had happened was something Rex wasn’t even going to pretend to understand, firmly filing it under ‘weird Jedi shit’.

Arguments had been had about him hiding on Tatooine. Arguments that had ended in Rex being called a filthy hypocrite, and Rex having to reluctantly agree.

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Struck Matches

Summary: Dean comes across an old flame from a few years back. Except their parting wasn’t exactly on happy terms.

Paring: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Light gore, just some heavy pain that I couldn’t resist writing. Sorry not sorry

Wordcount: 1500+

A/N: Alright so this was written for Michelle’s AU & Things Challenge. My prompt was Old Flame AU. My only heads up is this is the first time I’ve written something like this (reader insert, not oc characters) so please be kind in your critisism. Otherwise, have fun and enjoy my dears!

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

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Why are all my kids so weird?

The 5 year old is always in some kind of bucket or box. Like he puts Rubbermaid tubs in his bed and sleeps in them. He has been deep in mourning over the loss of dinosaurs for two weeks. Just moping around laying despondently on things occasionally saying in a sad voice “But why did they have to die? What killed them?”

The 2 year old keeps slipping behind this chair and like making a little nest back there and refusing to come out. Instead of stuffed animals she sleeps with a fake candle and is constantly naked.

The 11 year old went to a pool party today and brought a bag of colorful rocks. He also left his swim suit in the car and didn’t realize it for at least 30 minutes despite the giant pool and his friends actively swimming.

Even the dog buries her face in the couch cushions until she’s sticking straight up like those foxes that dive into the snow.

I am wearing a tiara though. And when Ryan left to go to the pet store I put my hand on his cheek and whispered very dramatically “Stay safe my love. Come back to me” while he rolled his eyes and asked me what kind of dog food he needed to get.

So I think this is mix of nature and nuture coming into play here.

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Drake knew he shouldn’t have let him go by himself. He said he’d be fine, he was just going to talk to his brother. He’d just left for his run and got that buzz of anger inside, he was the hornet’s nest. Goddammit Kai 

By the time he got there their voices were raised and he was threatening to kick Baki’s ass for not telling him about their mother. 

Kai had always been the bigger of the two, but he was huge compared to Baki now. Baki had changed. Cutting his hair and dying it dark purple was superficial. But he’d lost a lot of weight, at least 50 pounds. He was pale, didn’t look like he was all there. Drake could see the tremor in his hands. He looked like hell. The reason, Drake was certain, was his husband standing next to him.

Jonah looked the same. It would take a while longer for him to show any signs of age or abuse. The former Ethosari Paladin wouldn’t make eye contact. After what he put Kai through and what Drake did to him, he was lucky to still be alive. 

Drake reminded himself he was there to back Kai. He’d let go of the past. Even if he still had to help Kai through it.

Jonah tried to get them to stop yelling at each other, they both ignored him. Drake knew better. At some point a young man entered, although the curio shop wasn’t open yet, they appeared to know who he was and told him to leave.

“Don’t bother, we’re done here.” Kai finally lowered his voice.

“Ok, little brother,” Baki whined. “I’ll get by there more often to see her.”

“Don’t bother.” Kai turned on him, “You haven’t done a goddamned thing to help when you had the chance. Stay away from her.”

Jonah started to say something. Kai shot him a look that froze him in his tracks. “Do you really want to try me? After everything I went through because of you? You may have fucked me over when I was weak, but I will kill you if you fuck with me or my family again.” 

The kid had stood mesmerized as he witnessed Kai’s rage and moved well out of their way as Kai and Drake left. 

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(Fic) Dynamic; Victuri

Title: Dynamic

Rating: PG
Pairing: Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuuri

Warning: Omegaverse; A/B/O dynamic; Alpha!Victor; Omega!Yuuri; mentions of rape

Summary: Victor didn’t know what to think of the Omega Katsuki Yuuri. Likewise, Yuuri finds himself completely overwhelmed by his alpha idol.

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Voltron AU: Wings 04

Humans sleep in nests. It’s a modern world and people generally just buy nests the same way you would buy a bed, along with pillows, sheets, cushions, and blankets designed to fit in them. Outside of children playing, it’s unusual for people to actual build a nest from scratch.

Family nests are fairly common, as are teenagers rebelling by demanding their own nest somewhere else in the house (and slinking back into the family nest when they get stressed).

Most people sleep on their sides or stomach, but they can lay on their backs. Their wings are sturdy enough to lay on without damaging them, but most people find it uncomfortable to lay that way for too long.

Alteans don’t nest, and it didn’t really occur to them that the paladins might be more comfortable in different accommodations. Wings aside, they look a lot like Alteans. The paladins can sleep in beds, but they’re not that comfortable for them, and the rooms are on the small side given their wing spans, but they just assume that’s what’s available to them and make the best of it.

Lance and Hunk pool resources and use their mattresses, blankets, and pillows to build a rather messy nest on the floor of Lance’s room. They’ve known each other since they were young and had countless sleep overs. Sharing a nest doesn’t bother them at all.

Lance is used to sharing a nest with lots of siblings and tends to sleep with his wings tucked in tight against his back to make more room. Hunk is a sprawler, and Lance usually wakes up with Hunk’s massive wings wrapped around him. He doesn’t mind. It’s cold in space and being tucked under Hunk’s wing is cozy.

Pidge will occasionally squeeze in with Lance and Hunk, but she has an erratic sleeping schedule and tends to fall asleep where she is. She makes a haphazard nest out of her bed and is small enough to make it work. Mostly she just throws pillows and blankets around until she’s comfortable.

Keith is used to roughing it, and for a long time, he doesn’t even try to build a nest or make the bed more comfortable. He is one of those rare people who actually has build a nest for himself before though, so once he decides that they’re going to be on the ship for the long haul, he builds a proper nest. It’s on the small side because of the size of the room, but it’s tidy and well constructed, and he’s fussy about it being exactly the way he wants it.

Shiro is an erratic sleeper for completely different reasons from Pidge, and he doesn’t like the rooms that much. They’re too cell like. Hunk and Lance will occasionally drag him into their nest, which is an even tighter fit then squeezing Pidge in, but they manage, and every once in a while he’ll fall asleep in Keith’s nest, usually unintentionally while his wings are being preened. He doesn’t ever try to build his own nest though. He rarely actually sleeps in his room.

The round couch in the commons room is very nest shaped, and gradually it becomes a kind of family nest. Pillows, blankets, and mats are constantly appearing in the space, and for a while, Coran kept trying to tidy up the area, but eventually he gave up and left them to it.

It’s not until Coran and Allura realize that there’s almost always at least two paladins sleeping in the commons room every night (and one of them is usually Shiro) that they think to ask about it. By then though, everyone is mostly settled, and none of them are too eager to move their stuff, so they stay where they are, but they appreciate that a bigger rooms are an option if they want them.

A Bear In The Woods

Summary: Mogar has been doing great lately, until winter hits. When his wild side is thrown out of whack by the human culture, then decides it is time to Court in the spring and finally have a mate what will be his decision and how will it affect the warrior?

Word count: 2431

Ever since the Mad King was put into the cell he was originally in, not a lot has happened for X-Ray and Vav as the crime rates lowered enough that they did not have to be on superhero duty every day now, leaving things up to the cops now and then had been a great relief and not as stressful, now that the winter months came it had been harder to get around in the spandex and as much as they loved to fight crime the thought of being in a blizzard or cold weather in thin spandex did not suit them.

Everyone carried on doing their own thing like usual, with the occasional visit from their somewhat friend Mogar, though for not too long as the city life did not seem to sit well with him and the snow this year was worse then the others though that did not seem to stop him from returning to the forest. He would be gone as quick as he came it seemed at times and they offered him a place with them just until the next day when the blizzard would seem to pass but it would always end up as a, “Mogar is thankful that you have asked, but Mogar has to go.”

And with those few words said, he leapt out the window and off into the distance.

And after that he never came back for a long time.

-

Mogar had made his tree house once more before winter came, the house nothing but thick wooden walls and quite a few pelts made into a bed on the floor. The cold season always hard on the young bear man and Mogars mother, when she found him had thought of him to be a bear cub, never thinking him to be another species. She taught him as much as she could before handing him to a group of bears that had agreed to take him on as their disciple of sorts and train him to survive.

His mother was never equipped to protect as she had neither sharp fangs or claws, but she could nurture the young one using her milk and along with the abilities the Bears had taught him, along with the other animals he had become strong enough to protect mother. Strong enough to defeat any creature that stood in his way.

That was, of course, until a being like him had came and stripped him of his mother before he could do anything. Racing as fast as he could he was no match for the strange contraption and he could only follow the direction it went. After days of travelling non stop, he found a place covered in strange beings and large things looked like tress bare of leaves and had put him on edge and in a way he could only explain was a strange jungle.

That was when he first met the two beings named X-Ray and Vav, who at first he did not see any reason to be near them as they seemed like fools they at first ended up being a nuisance to him and was not in any way a help to getting mother back. Eventually he had to fall back into the plans of a man who had promised him that he would find his mother in exchange for his power. When he readily agreed he never thought back to what his mother had taught him and like mother had always told him even as a young cub not to EVER trust a stranger.

In the end he had sort of befriended the two strange superheroes after saving the city and mother and moved back into the forest where he belonged. He did not like the small female that joined them on the way to his forest, as she seemed to be too friendly with the two superheroes, especially Vav and it irked him for no reason and when X-Ray had given the other advice on dating he gave what he could describe as something that was not a way for humans. “I suggest that you take the beating heart of your defeated foe and present it to the female.”

“Yeah, well that too.” He would remember that for later. Before they left a resounding “see ya’s” and “later man’s” and they left.

He occasionally left home for a few days at a time as the way to the city was worth a day or two of travelling and stayed for a few hours as much as he wanted to stay longer the winter coming was to be a harsh and cold one and like the Bears taught him, he should collect as much meat, store it, and sleep the whole winter. It was not bad and it didn’t bother him but certain days when he could not sleep all the other animals had left south or were hibernating.

Mother went south with some of the other animals insisting that he stay and protect the forest and that she would be fine. He spent the last bit hunting and collecting berries that would stay fresh all winter or at least some of it, then came the pelts to be used as blankets. He would make a large nest of pelts to keep warm as he had no fur and it was effective. By the time the first snow hit he could not count the pelts he had, always collecting more and more every year had the benefit. He bundled up all of the pelts over him and fell into a deep ritualized sleep.

-

He had spent a few weeks sleeping, getting up every so often to eat a bit before falling asleep, the wood creaking and groaning under the force of the fierce winds. Protected underneath the dark oak wood and thick pelts he fell back asleep until one reason or another woke him up.

-

It was about the middle of the day when Mogar awoke from his slumber yawning lips pulling over his teeth and showing his large canines.

He was interrupted when heard a familiar slamming of a door to one of those machines the people in the city were fond of and quickly grabbed his sword unsure of wether it was friend or foe. Sure the others in the city were the only ones that had known where he had lived but one can always find different was of finding one, much like hunting ones prey. Mogar silently jumped to the top of his house as a small door was placed just for situations like this or for scouting. He crept across the roof the chilly wind cutting across his bear pelt and the small flakes of snow melting soon as they touched his warm skin soon to be cold, hands and feet crunching in the snow making suffers wrack through his body. It was ignored in favour of the more pressing matter at the moment.

The most trustworthy of his senses was rendered useless as the wind was blowing from behind, and the noise from the wind and snow cutting across the trees made it just as impossible to hear who it was. They were behind a tree also so that took sight out while it may have been possible to make out shapes it wouldn’t have been identifiable.

He settled on ambushing on whoever had disturbed his rest, while not the best of moves it was his only available option so he waited until he could make out shapes walking toward his den.

When they were close enough he jumped of the roof leaving his sword behind as his claws and teeth should scare these smaller forms away.

As soon as he landed on all fours he puffed out his chest in a show of his dominance reared rearing and trying to look as big as he could a vital lessons he learnt from the Bears that had helped on more then one occasion, roared as loud as he could the sound resounding around the area and breaking through the thick cloud of snow swirling around him and the intruders.

If any animals had been scared by the sound it was not heard through the slight growling of the man baring his teeth and growling sending a fair message to back off and through his growling and snow he heard a fainting unsure “Mogar…?” He stopped growling and stood up before calling back, “Vav?”

“Mogar!” Came the response, “We thought you tossed the pot!”

As the voice came closer the shadows through the snow disappeared and came into a clear focus. X-Ray, Vav, Hilda, Rusty, and Orf had all been the ones he mistook.

He looked at them bewildered at what they were doing out in the winter wandering when they should have been sleeping.

“What are you doing out here with those clothes on? You are going to catch a cold if you stay out here longer you mong!”

“Mogar thought there was intruders on his territory. Came to defend it.” He responded.

“Well you won’t be doing anything if you are sick,” the female said, “we should head into his treehouse now we haven’t been in there yet anyway so we can wait out whatever storm is happening now the news said it should stop by tomorrow.”

They all scrambled up the ladder excited at the prospect of getting out of the blizzard and to take off the thick clothing they had on.

When they all went in they settled down on the floor and looked around surprised to find nothing but pelts in one corner. “So, dude, do you have like a Xbox hiding somewhere or what?” X-Ray asked jokingly.

“No?” He replied with his eyebrows furrowed in though as to what a x box was.

“Alright.” X-Ray shrugged getting bored quickly talking to the guy was like talking to a wall anyway.

“So,” all heads turned to look at the voice, “What are you doing up here? We haven’t seen you in more then a month and the weather has gone to shit.”

“Yeah! We were worried since you didn’t come back we had to come find you!” Cried Vav looking worried.

“Is it not time to sleep?” Came the unsure reply from Mogar. “When
The first snow comes all animals sleep in their dens or go to a warmer place.”

It was silent for a moment before a soft “oh!” Came from Hilda. “Are you talking about hibernating?” A confused look from Mogar was all it took for her to explain to everyone.

“Bear boy here was raised by animals right? So imagine what happens every winter when everyone that you know decides to sleep for a couple months. What are you going to do? Sleep also. Am I right?” A quick nod from Mogar explained it all and a understanding light came to everyone’s eyes.

“So you’ve just been doing nothing this whole time? Why didn’t you came back you could have stayed with us!” Came from Vav.

Mogar shook his head.

“This is home,” he explained waiving his hand around the room, “Mogar cannot leave. Mogar must protect home. Just like you protect your city.”

Vav nodded, biting his lip still unsure of his answer.

“We ain’t got nothin’ else to do so why not chat the rest of the day away today.” Said Rusty.

“Sure,” everyone said besides Mogar who just nodded. “Why not fill wild boy on a bit of what happened why he was gone?”

As the day went into night they talked, well mostly Vav as he wanted to tell all of his hero stories along with X-Ray butting in ever so often to try and tell his part which usually ended up in a verbal fight.

Mogar never bothered really listening to Vav just watching his expressions, the way his body seemed to vibrate in excitement when he talked about something he found exciting or how in his voice it showed his sorrow when he had found something sad. Mogar was transfixed at his body language and how it showed so much, just like his face, and his eyes.

Usually by this time it was still probably early their time but he let out a large yawn baring his teeth in a non-aggressive way and his eyes drooped. “I think it’s time for bed for little bearsy wearsy!” Cooed X-Ray.

He gave him a sharp glare which shut him up somewhat, just hearing some grumbling in the corner which he ignored. He got up and handed everyone a fair amount of pelts to keep the warm.

“It’s like a big sleepover!” Exclaimed Vav almost jumped in his spot next to Mogar the only one brave enough to try to talk to him as grumpy looking as he was at the moment. All the others were on the opposite side of the large treehouse, enough that if you were to whisper it would not be heard.

“Goodnight!” Cried Vav.

A unenthusiastic chorus of good nights came back which just seemed to make him even more jumpy and Mogar just wanted some sleep so he grabbed Vav and placed him down in his pelts next to him.

It was quiet before a soft whisper came across to his ears and he heard Vav say “That was bloody amazing earlier by the way, the roar? How did you even do that!”

He internally glowed for a minute glad that his show of dominance impressed someone.

“Mogar has defeated many. Mogar learnt that young as the older bears thought that while smaller, I would have a great roar,” he puffed his chest out impressive for someone laying on their side.

“That is top! How was it like to be raised by bears? Weren’t you raised by-” it was then he seen a slight tremor in the smaller boys limbs but he continued talking, “Even then though-”

Before he could talk anymore he ripped the boy out of his pelts next to him on the floor and drug him into his nest of pelts. Vav let out a confused high pitched noise but he ignored it in favour of warming the other up.

“Mogar has seen you shiver. You are too tiny to hold any warmth it seems. You must sleep with with Mogar.” He wrapped his whole body around the younger enjoying the way the others soft flesh felt against his muscle.

“But-” he quickly cut the other off half asleep. “X-Ray has some muscle to protect. You do not. Now sleep.”

He felt Vav shuffle around in his arms for a bit until finally facing Mogar, placing his head into chest he pushed them as close as he could shoving his face into the others soft hair snuffling a bit just relaxed into sleep easier then he had before, liking the scent of vanilla and faint tea.

Ch1/?

LUCKY ENOUGH - Sam Winchester

You: It’s a vampire!

Sam: No, it’s a werewolf!

You were on a hunt with Sam and Dean, three dead bodies, the hearts were missing but you were pretty sure it was a vampire. This is what you’ve been fighting about with Sam for an hour now.

You: Sam, I’ll bet my life on it. I can assure you, it’s a vampire!

When Sam started to speak louder, Dean came in with supplies, which meant pie, junk food and beers. Not that you complained.

Dean: Hey! Easy there, tiger! What’s the matter? I heard you screaming from the parking lot!

Sam: Explain to Y/N that we’re dealing with a werewolf and not a vampire.

Sam turned, facing you.

Sam: You’ve been hunting for so long, Y/N. How could you do such a novice mistake?

That was it. Sam broke down the only wall that was stopping you from killing him.

You: You know what? Screw yourself, Winchester. I’d bet my life this is a vampire. You know why? Because the bodies are too clean. The hearts weren’t taken out with a hanger like most of the time. Their hearts but also blood was missing. They just found a way to drain their victims without having to bite them. But fine. Go on. Go hunt an imaginary werewolf. I’ll go gank some vamps.

You walk out of the room, you get your things out of the impala’s trunk.

Dean was worried. He couldn’t take one side, but he had to admit he thought about a vampire, too.

Dean: Sam…

Sam: Don’t. Just, don’t. I know what you’re going to say and I do not want to hear it.

Dean raises his hands in defeat and sighs.

Dean: Fine. But don’t come crying when it’ll be too late for you to apologize.

Dean got out of the room, searching for you when he saw you, you were taking your stuff.

Dean: Y/N/N…You shouldn’t go on that hunt alone…

You: Dean, I am not going to hunt a werewolf. It’s a fucking damn nasty son of a bitch vampire! I’ve been a hunter for as long as you. I used to hunt alone, Dean. Nothing I can’t handle.

Dean: I know, I don’t question you as a hunter. I’m just worried about you, Y/N. You’re like a sister to me, I can’t lose you, and Sam neither.

You scoffed.

You: Sam only cares about being right. Listen, I’ll message you once in a while, if I need back-up, I’ll call. You just gotta let me go on this hunt.

Dean sighs, he knows that no matter what, you will go on that hunt.

Dean: Fine. I want a message per hour.

You nod. The cab you called arrive. You take your bags and get it.

Sam watched you leave, he will never admit it, but the reason he screamed at you is that he can’t lose you, but he knows it’s a part of the hunting life, no day is guaranteed.

When Dean got back to the motel room, he crossed his arms and looked at his little brother.

Sam: Save it, Dean. I know what you’re going to say and-

Dean: Shut up and listen. Y/N is the best damn thing that ever happened to the both of us. And I am certainly NOT losing this because you’re too damn blind and stupid to see that you love her!

Sam: We have a werewolf to hunt.

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Turned out that it really was a vampire. Dean messaged you to tell you that they were back at the bunker.

Right before you leave your motel room to kill the vampire you sent a message to Dean.

Dean was barely talking to Sam, not that Sam tried to make any conversation. He knew Dean was right and he felt bad. Dean rarely schooled Sam, but when he did, it means that Sam really crossed a line.

Four vampires were coming at you, you take your sword and swing it, cutting the heads of two vampires, but you had no time to focus on the two others that you felt a sharp pain spreading through your body.

What they say that when your life is in danger or you’re about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. It’s not true. Because before the darkness surrounded you, the only thing you saw was Sam.

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Dean was getting worried. It’s been five hours since the last time he had a message from you. He needed to see if you were okay.

Dean: Sam, locate Y/N’s phone.

Sam: Why?

Dean: I had no news from her for five hours now.

Sam has no hesitations. He takes his computer and locates your phone.

Sam: Got it, let’s go.

When Sam and Dean arrived at the vampire nest, they saw at least ten dead vampires.

They kept looking through the house. Dean went upstairs and Sam downstairs. When Dean saw you lying on the floor, his heart skipped a beat and all colors left him.

He drops his gun and runs to you. You were still but barely breathing.

Dean carries you downstairs. When Sam saw you in Dean’s arms, all hope left him.

Dean: Go open the car!

Dean was so mad at himself, at you and at Sam. But mostly himself. He should’ve never let you go on that hunt alone. You haven’t done that for years. Sure you killed the whole nest but you maybe got yourself killed.

When they arrived at your motel room, they immediately started patching you up.

After a day or so, you finally woke up. When you saw Sam and Dean at your sides you frowned.

Dean: Easy there, tiger.

You: What am I doing here?

Dean: We found you lying on the floor, almost dead.

You sigh.

You: I’m sorry…

Sam: You were right…

You don’t look at Sam. You’re still hurt by his words and you were embarrassed that you didn’t prove him wrong.

The next day when you were feeling better, the three of you drove back to the bunker.

As much as you kept telling them you were fine, Sam prayed to Castiel.

“ ‘Cass, if you hear me, wait for us at the bunker. Y/N is hurt. You gotta check out on her”

When Castiel heard Sam’s prayer, he immediately vanished to the bunker, waiting for the three of you.

The whole ride back to the bunker was silent. When Dean stopped the Impala in the garage, you got out of it and went straight to your room.

Sam sighed but Dean knew you were going to do this.

Sam: Dean…

Dean: Not now.

Dean went straight to the library, where Castiel was.

Dean: Hey ‘Cass. What are you doing here?

Castiel: I came here to check on Y/N.

Dean: How do you know?

Sam: I prayed to him…I’m worried for Y/N…

When ou heard Sam say this you were happy but mostly angry. Is he worried? None of this would’ve happened if he listened to you.

You: You have no right to worry for me.

Sam: Y/N, I-

You: No. Don’t say you’re sorry. You were right. I’m not a hunter. I almost got myself killed. You were right but if you would’ve just listened to me and see what was in front of you, you would have seen it was a mother fucking vampire, not a werewolf.

Castiel: May I?

You nod. Castiel puts his hand on your cheek and heals you.

You: Thanks ‘Cass.

You leave the library and go to your room.

Dean: Next time Sam, shut up.

Sam: I’m sorry, Dean! I never meant it!

Dean turns around facing Sam and punches him.

Dean: I’m sorry, Sam. I never meant it. But unlike you, this bruise will heal. The consequences of your words though, will probably not, Samuel. I’m telling you this on last time. I am not losing her because of you.

Dean went to the kitchen and made some coffee for you.

You were watching The Grinch when you heard a knock on the door.

You: Who is it?

Dean: It’s Dean.

You stand up and open the door.

You: What do you want?

Dean: I know you are physically fine but you’re upset and this is my job to make you feel good. Plus, I have coffee?

You shake your head, smile, let him come in and close the door.

Dean: What are you watching?

You: The Grinch!

Dean looks at you with a smirk.

You: What?

Dean: The Grinch? Seriously?

You: Yep!

You watched the movie with Dean, repeating some part of it.

“Hate. Hate. Hate. Double hate.”

“Ooh! Aah! Hmm! That’s it I’m not going.”

Dean: How many times have you saw this movie?

You: Lost count after 30?

Dean Laughed and sighs.

Dean: More seriously. You’ve gotta talk it out with Sam.

You: Why?

Dean: Because you love him, Y/N! And he loves you too. You’re like a sister to me, and I won’t let you ruin something you don’t even have. I’m mad at Sam, trust me, I am. I even punched him. But you guys have something that people search the whole planet to have; someone to love and someone who loves you. I had this with Lisa, but our worlds couldn’t collide, they weren’t made to collide. You, you don’t have to worry about it, you’re a part of the same world! The only thing that keeps you from having a happy hunter life, is you. You overthink all the time, on the hunt it can be useful but in life, you’ll end up insane.

You sigh, you knew that Dean was right but there was so much on the line, not only your heart but your friendship with the eldest Winchester. And most of all, you could lose Sam, and just thinking about it was scaring the hell out of you. You lost your parents but you found a way to get through it, you went to hell, too long they’d say, but hell would be a peaceful death next to the loss of Sam and Dean.

Dean saw you being in your thoughts. He knew you were overthinking it, you always did but this time he couldn’t let you overthink it. He had to do something.

So he took you out of your thoughts by taking your hand and standing you up.

You: Dean, what are you doing?

Dean ignored your questions and kept walking to what seemed like Sam’s room.

You frown and realize what he is about to do. You stop and shake your head.

You: No. Don’t make me do this!

Dean comes to you, takes your head between his hands and force you to look at him.

Dean: Sweetheart. You are going in here. You can do it. Right now you hate me, but you’ll thank me someday.

Dean let go of you, opens Sam’s door, pushes you in it, takes the key, closes the door and locks it.

Sam: What the?

You: Dean I swear that even hell hounds won’t be able to torture you this much and bloody! Open the goddamn door, Winchester!

Dean: Not until the two of you has talked it out.

You sigh and put your forehead on the door.

Sam stands slowly up, keeping his eyes on you al the time.

When he was inches from you, he puts his hand on your shoulder, making you turn around.

Sam: Are you okay?

You: I’m fine, Sam. ‘Cass healed me.

Sam: I know…but I can’t help but worry.

Right then you saw where Dean punched him. You raise your hand and put it on his cheek.

You: He didn’t miss you on this one, huh?

Sam smiles and shrugs his shoulders.

Sam: I deserved it.

You put your hand down and sigh.

Sam: I’m sorry for being a jerk to you… I never meant to, I want you to know that I never doubted of your skills as a hunter, hell, I have no worries when I put my life between your hands. I have no excuses for my behavior at the motel. I just…I want you to know I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I…You mean so much to me, Y/N. More than you’ll ever think. I could never do it without you, and I don’t want to.

You turned around and knock on the door, knowing that Dean was still behind it.

You: Dean. Open this door.

Your voice was shaky and low. Dean opened the door, worry all over his face.

You get out of Sam’s room and go to yours, locking yourself up.

Weeks passed and you were ignoring both of the Winchesters. One day you heard a conversation between Sam and Dean.

Sam: What is going on, Dean? Why is she closing herself this much?

Dean: Just give her time, Sammy…

You took a deep breath, letting a tear fall and went back to your room.

If you couldn’t tell Sam how you felt then you’ll write him.

“If I don’t saw anything, it’s wrong…If I said it, it wouldn’t come out right. It’s been keeping me up all night lately.

Half my life I’ve been told to shut up, so how am I gonna open up? Damn, I wish you could just read my mind…

If I show you all of me, would you stay? If I sugarcoat what I had to say in poetry, would it make you stay?

I wish I was born Bob Dylan, had all the words to speak my feelings. I wish I stood up like Rosa Parks and follow my heart, unafraid of the truth, even if I stood alone. Even if the water was cold, I’d take a deep breath and get it off my chest.

They say “either way you win. If you’re feeling it, why you gotta hold it in? What is meant to be will be.” But all their wisdom doesn’t help me now. I’m scared and I gotta find out how to speak my mind without metaphors and rules and rhymes. I’m still making mine. I hope you know what I mean when I’m acting mean, ‘cause I don’t see what I mean when I’m caught in between. And I’m afraid the real you is alluding me.

I wish I was born Bob Dylan, had all the words to speak my feeling. I wish I stood up like Rosa Parks and follow my heart unafraid of the truth, even if I stood alone. Even if the water was cold, I’d take a deep breath and get it off my chest.

With you I’m ripped wide open at the seams, I’m not that tough. But you could hear the song inside of me, but it’s not enough. All the things I wanna say to you, read it on my face.

I wish I was born Bob Dylan, even if I stood alone, didn’t know how it was gonna go, gotta get it off my chest, and hope for the best.

If I’m lucky enough, you’ll make want me like I want you.”

You put the letter in an envelope. You waited for them to go to sleep, once you were sure they were in their rooms you slid the envelope under Sam’s door, and went to the library.

When you slid the letter, Sam wasn’t sleeping. When he read it, he went to your room but it was empty.

He hears noise coming from the library, he turns around and walks faster to the library.

When he got in there he saw you looking for some books to read. He puts the letter down on the table and walks to you.

He takes your hand and turns you around, he puts his hands on each side of your face and kisses you, a kiss you wasted no time to answer.

When you pulled away, you looked into his eyes, searching for an answer.

Sam: I’m the one who’d be lucky enough if you want me. You don’t have to be someone else, you don’t have to make history, you already stole my heart. I love you, Y/N. I’m not good at saying what I have on my heart either, but we can work it out. Together.

You don’t answer and kiss him. If you couldn’t tell him, you’d show him.

As we saw, actions speak louder than words and most of all, love is stronger than the pressure to be perfect, and Sam proved it to you.