"Soulmates who can feel each other's (read: emotional) pain" for nurseydex? If you could make it more nursey-centric that'd be great, but if u don't that's still fine 👍
Thanks for the prompts! Hope you like
Dex was in the kitchen when it felt like the floor fell out
from under him.
The bowl of batter in his hands clattered to the counter. “Holy
– holy fuck,” he gasped. Everything in him ached. There was a pressure in his
head. His chest felt like it was about to cave in. He closed his eyes,
overwhelmed, and gripped the edge of the counter to keep from falling to the
floor. He had no idea what had caused this pain, when moments before he’d been
perfectly content. He hung his head and scrunched his face and now, along with
the hurt, he was angry, angry that something, someone, had made Nursey feel
this way. He had nowhere to direct the anger. It hurt so much. It ripped out of
him in a wordless yell as he slammed a fist to the surface in front of him.
“S- sorry, Tango,” he gritted out, eyes still screwed shut.
Tango stood next to him. He held his hands in front of him,
like he wanted to touch Dex but was afraid. He looked worried. “What’s wrong? Do
you know what’s wrong?”
Dex picked his head up and turned to Tango. “No.” He wiped
at his cheeks. They were wet. He didn’t know when he’d started crying. “But I’ll
Dex really was sorry.
He hadn’t meant to scare Tango. It was just – the pain was so much, too much
for him to hide. He climbed the stairs to the attic, trying to muffle his sobs.
The attic door was closed. Dex knocked lightly. This pain
was not his. Just because he felt it didn’t mean he could intrude where he wasn’t
He heard a muffled “come in,” and pushed the door open
slowly. Nursey was on the bottom bunk, wrapped in blankets and curled on his
side, facing the wall.
Dex projected his hurt outward. His breath rasped through
him, and tears gushed down his face, and each exhale was a soft moan. Nursey’s
pain was directed inward. He was still and silent, his breathing calm. Dex
would have thought he was asleep.
Dex walked across the room, taking his shoes off as he went.
He pulled back the covers and pressed himself to Nursey’s back. He clutched at
his middle and shoved his face into his shoulder blade. He pressed his cries
into the soft fabric of Nursey’s hoodie.
A few minutes passed, then Nursey turned over and nuzzled
his face into Dex’s neck. The pain ebbed slightly. Tears continued to stream
from Dex’s eyes, but he was silent. “What – what’s wrong? What happened?” he
stuttered between uneven breaths. He stroked a hand through Nursey’s hair.
Nursey heaved a sigh. His breath tickled over Dex’s collar
bone. “I’m gonna sound like an asshole.”
Another wave of pain. “Never,” Dex sobbed.
“And I’m even more of an asshole, because you have to deal
with it too. This is shitty. You shouldn’t have to feel like shit just because
Nursey felt things strongly. That was something Dex loved
He pushed at Nursey’s shoulders so he could look him in the
eye. Dex could see the sadness there. “Nurse. There is no wrong reason to feel like
this.” He wiped a palm over his eyes, the better to see his boyfriend, his
soulmate. “This isn’t some, some inconvenience. You matter, and what you feel
matters. And I want to do whatever I can to help.”
Nursey bit his lip, and his eyes turned glassy. “You were in
the library today?”
“Of course.” Nursey knew he’d been in the library. They’d
been studying together when Chowder had rushed up, bursting with excitement. He’d
hauled Dex up out of his chair, jumping as he shouted about how he’d gotten
into grad school, he’d applied to Berkeley, and they’d accepted him, and he was
going to grad school. Dex was grinning, his smile splitting his face, when
Chowder turned and did the same to Nursey. They all jumped and hugged and
shouted until a librarian asked them to leave.
“Chowder – of course I’m happy for Chowder.” Nursey paused,
struggling to figure out what he wanted to say. He took a deep breath, let it
out. “I just – it’s scary. Everyone’s leaving. Jack, Shitty, Lardo, Rans and
Holster, Bitty – they’re all gone. And now we’re gonna graduate. Chowder’s
leaving. It might take you longer, but you’re gonna leave, too. And you’ll all
forget about me.” He choked the last part out, his voice breaking. He ducked
his head back into Dex’s neck. His neck felt wet, because now Nursey had
started to cry.
They held each other as sadness ripped through them both. The
sun went down, and the room was thrown into darkness. Eventually the sadness
ran its course and left in its wake numbness and silence.
“I won’t leave,” Dex whispered.
“I know,” Nursey mumbled into Dex’s skin.
“Not just because we’re dating. Chowder won’t leave, and no
one will forget you. We mean too much to each other.” He paused. He thought. “You
mean too much to us,” Dex amended.
Summary:Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top. Miss the beginning? Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, John Winchester, Crowley, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters, Patrick, Jodi Mills, Mary Winchester, James Novak, Sam Winchester Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader Word Count: 2,764 Warnings: Attempted murder,
blood and injury, conspiracy, language, casual use of illegal drugs, angst, fluff, medical jargon. Author’s Note:This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.GIF credit [x][x] Other GIF from Google.
Crowley knew from the moment Jo left his office that he was going to frame her for the murder of John Winchester. He just had to make sure to execute his plan perfectly. Since Jo had gotten her perky ass kicked out of COLT, Crowley didn’t want to act too soon. He wanted the Winchesters -and guest- to start to feel safe, as if all of their problems had disappeared with the death of Gadreel.
Only one other person knew the entirety of Crowley’s plan; Patrick. He was tall, dark, deathly handsome, and had a thick accent that made all the ladies -and a few of the men- swoon. Patrick flirted shamelessly with the petite blonde, told her about his rough childhood in Cyprus and the UK, even played the sympathy card by telling her how his parents died when he was a teenager. Jo was eating out of his hand and Crowley knew Patrick wouldn’t let him down.
Several days later, Crowley decided it was time. Patrick and Jo were going at it like rabbits and everyone except John had just pulled away on their bikes. He sat back for several long moments, making sure the sounds of the loud bikes had drifted away before Crowley pushed off the stolen bike that was sitting just out of view. Dark leather gloves were pulled on as he strode up the driveway, disappearing silently into the house just as a car drove past.
With a cup in his hand and his nose buried in the newspaper, John walked into the kitchen; only stopping because Crowley cleared his throat.
“Hello, John,” Crowley rasped, pulling a loosely-wrapped bundle from his pocket.
Hello I wanted to send a little thing for triwizard tournament voltron au thing, (love it by the way) so I was thinking what if Rita skeeter (or whoever her equivalent would be) starts this whole star crossed lover thing about lance and Keith (for the drama and ratings and cause she was like wow okay so you're into each other right?) and so the schools are like ooooooh can't believe the two rivals are in looooOOoOooove