he's really not dead... as long as we remember him

The Dead Things We Carry

Author: MediaWhore 

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 25k

Summary:

September ‘49

He hasn’t seen him since that day in France, that horrible muddy day where for one terrifyingly long second, Louis really thought he was going to die. He winces with the phantom pain, the hand not holding his cane going to his stomach automatically, remembering the franticness, the tenderness, of Harry’s hands while Louis was bleeding out.

This is the man who saved Louis’ life.

For one second, Louis fears Harry won’t recognise him, but his eyes widen when he turns to his left and they meet Louis’. He takes a step forward, reaching for him with a shaky hand before stopping himself.

“Louis,’ Harry says with a shudder and Louis doesn’t think his name has ever carried more weight.

This is the only man Louis ever thought about kissing for real.

“Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?”

There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

Written for the @hlhistoricalexchange2k17 for @kiwikero // AO3 Link 

here are a bunch of fucking fantastic fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of october. I recommend that you read these great fics in november, if you haven’t already!! also check out the Reverse Big Bang and 31 Days of Smut!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. Damn the Dark, Damn the Light 20k

“Why is this face of beauty ringing so true?” The genuine confusion in Harry’s voice causes Louis’ chest to painfully twinge. “You’re a complete stranger in my eyes, William Shakespeare, but not in my heart. How is that possible?”

Louis wants to live out every romance plot he has ever written in his own life. He wants to be the protagonist of his own narrative, the hero who finds true love and gets his happy ending. Instead, Louis is stuck with only dreaming of such wild fantasies and writing them down. He can create entire romances in his dreams, yet he can never live one.

2. Threadbare 20k**

Harry Styles was eight years old when Louis Tomlinson kept him from falling into a machine in a Manchester textile mill. He was 18 years old when nothing, not even the threat of death, could keep Harry from falling in love with Louis.

3. Don’t Come Down 6k

Louis takes Harry home to meet the family.

4. I’ll Take Your Pain 2k*

Or, soulmates have the ability to feel each other’s pain, and Harry finds his after getting his arse waxed.

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(Requested by Anon)

One thing you learned in your forced travels to the north was that vampires were territorial.

Extremely territorial.

Not that your creator thought to tell you. He didn’t tell you anything. You were simply plucked off the street and turned into a vampire with absolutely no explanation.

You had been chased day and night since you were turned. You soon came to realize the reason you were turned. You were changed to be destroyed by the very person who made you what you are.

It was a sadistic game that your Maker had begun. He loved to fight anyone he deemed strong enough to stand against him, so who better than Newborns? So he turned humans into vampires and set them loose so he could begin his game of catch and kill.

It was a horrible existence that was thrust upon you. You were still figuring out the whole ‘vampire’ thing. In the beginning, you thought you were just a punk ass fairy because of your glittering skin.

Then you killed and drained a human dry of their blood and, well, you realized you probably weren’t a punk ass fairy.

You could hear him. He was a hundred meters behind, swiftly gaining on you. You pushed yourself to go faster, seeing in the distant the grey lake that stretched widely out in front of you. Lunging into the air, you could only hope to make it across, you were strong enough for that, weren’t you?

Behind you, you could hear the running feet slow down, you could feel the burning eyes on your back watch as you made your way to the other side.

If you could make it, why didn’t he? You gave it no thought when your feet made contact with ground. You focused more on running forward, but still tried to listen behind you, waiting for the sound of your maker coming for you. You turned around to see if he was close.

Nothing. He was gone.

A second later you regretted looking behind you, because you would have had a chance to see who had slammed you into the ground.

Fear buzzing inside you, you looked to see the face of a stranger. One hand gripped your neck, not hurting but definitely uncomfortable. His knee was pressed into your stomach, also very uncomfortable. Golden eyes glared down past the honey blond locks.

“Who is it?” Someone asked from behind your assaulter. You didn’t look away from the man pinning you down though, it felt like your fear was rendering you immobile.

“A Nomad.” The man answered as he glared down at you.

You tried, and failed, to get out from the man’s grip. How was he so strong?

“At the risk of sounding like an idiot, I’m a what?”

Your assaulter turned to look at the man behind him quizzically, having a silent conversation through expressions.

“You’re like me.” You stated after watching them have a silent conversation. The skin. The strength. The speed. You had pieced it together. But if this guy was like you, why were his eyes gold?

The other man came into view. He was slightly older than the one holding you down, and he had the same pale skin. But his eyes were different to your assaulter, red. Eyes that were same as yours.

“Bring her back to your home.”


After that you were forced to explain everything to the strangers and their family.

Your assaulter was called Jasper, and the small pixie looking girl at his side was his wife and ‘mate.’ The other man from earlier was Peter. He was visiting Jasper’s family, the Cullens. The Cullens were a coven but preferred to be called a family.

The big burly one made you uncomfortable, being the most intimidating of the group.

Peter and Jasper stood closest to you as you were brought before the Cullens. They looked on edge, as if waiting for the moment when your peaceful attitude would change and you’d start to attack.

“Forgive our intrusive questions. I know this is a hard time for you, it is for all newborns,” started Carlisle, the head of the Coven. “But we need to know why you came here.”

You bowed your head as a sign of respect. “I didn’t know you lived here. You’re the only other vampires I have seen since my maker. It’s been…” You trailed off as you tried to remember. How long have you been dead?

“Who was the one who turned you?” Asked Esme, the mother figure of the house. Beside her stood another boy with bronze hair. He seemed to have a permanent frown on his face.

“I don’t know. I’ve seen him a few times but we never really exchanged names.”

It wasn’t like he could’ve said “Hey, I’m so and so, your creator. I’m going to kill you!”

Esme exchanged a look with Carlisle.

“Explain with a little more detail please.” Not a question, a command.

You explained it all. How your maker took you while you were walking home one night, how he turned you without explanation and abandoned you. You told them how you eventually discovered that you were a vampire, (Emmett thought it was hilarious that you thought you were a Fairy at first. He was elbowed into silence by Alice who gave a reassuring smile.)

You also explained how the few moments you spent with your Maker consisted of him explaining that you needed to run, because he was going to catch and kill you.

After the initial explanation, you tried to keep the encounters with him to a minimum.

Jasper turned to the bronze haired one. “Edward?”

“She’s telling the truth.”

After that, you were in the temporary care of the Cullens. Jasper and Peter taught you to fight, explaining how they used to teach and kill newborns in the southern vampire wars.

Peter grinned at your nervous expression.

“Don’t worry, we’ve decided not to kill you.” His tone was light and breezy as the three of you ran into the clearing where they trained you.


“Soon,” Jasper promised a little while later as you picked yourself off the ground for the fifteenth time, “You will be able to kill your Maker.”

You would put an end to his circle of madness.

“Again!” Peter yelled, and you dropped into your fighting stance.

You will survive.

Monday Fic Rec

It’s just past midnight in the UK and my brain won’t shut up even though I’ve got an 8-8 shift tomorrow, so here’s some new fics we can all enjoy:

need your grace by juliusschmidt:

Summary: “I can’t wait to kiss you,” he says, softly. “With, like, tongue.”

Louis closes his eyes. This afternoon on the train in, he would never have guessed that at the end of the night he’d have Harry Styles- the Harry Styles- beside him, begging to be kissed. With tongue. Jesus Christ.

Word count: 30,596

You Might Want to Marry My Husband by Rearviewdreamer:

Summary: When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

Word count: 24,501

Do You Like My Sweater? by kiwikero:

Summary: “Look, for a Sadie Hawkins dance the omegas are supposed to invite the alphas instead of the other way around.”Niall and Liam shared a look. “That… sounds like the sort of thing you would usually be all over, Lou,” Liam said, face pinched in confusion. Niall nodded his agreement.“Yeah, if omegas were hosting it,” Louis replied sourly. “It’s one thing if we decide that we’re going to ask the alphas for a change. It’s insulting that they think we need their permission.”When Harry’s alpha fraternity decides to host a Sadie Hawkins dance, outspoken omega Louis has a thing or two to say about it.

Word count: 13,146

Funny How The Stars Crossed Right by LiveLaughLoveLarry:

Summary: Liam and Louis round the corner to see a horse trotting around the ring. She (or maybe he) is a beautiful animal, with a dark black coat and white socks. A tall man in riding clothes sits atop the horse, speaking softly. He’s completely focused on the horse, and doesn’t notice their entrance at all. Dark brown curls spill out from beneath his helmet, and his expression is one of total joy.

“Who’s that?” Louis asks, finding himself oddly breathless.

“That’s Chester,” Liam says. “He’s an angel.”

Louis is about to comment that he looks like an angel, but then pauses. “The human or the horse?”

Louis is a photography student, assigned to do a project at Greenfield Stables. Harry is a veterinary student, working part-time at Greenfield to gain experience and make a little money. They both have something to teach the other.

Word count: 17,901

Got This Feeling In Our Souls by Anonymous:

Summary: Louis sat up, awoken by something he couldn’t quite put a finger on. He scrubbed at his eyes, unsure if he was actually still dreaming or if he was awake. He didn’t dream often, but when he did they were always vivid like this. Louis opened his eyes and squinted through the darkness before jumping back, his heart racing.

Dream or not, there was a person sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. The chair that usually was only used by Charlie while Louis slept.“

Who the fuck are you and how did you get in my apartment?” Louis asked, voice a bit more squeaky than he’d like to admit. Suddenly there were two flashes of green, and the world went black again.

Word count: 8,250

Boiling Blood Will Circulate by whoknows:

Summary: He misses. The shot misses.

Something howls in the woods, a pretty clear indication that Harry hit it, but there’s no telltale sounds of a big body dropping, no animal charging out at him to take him out before he can finish the job.

Something does turn and run, though. “Fuck,” Harry spits out, scrambling to his feet and slinging the rifle back over his shoulder, giving chase. He’s not going to lose this hunt.

The trail of blood goes on longer than Harry thought it would. He doesn’t know how long he runs for, but his muscles are burning, chest heaving with exertion, until the trail just - goes dead. No more blood, just like that.

“Fuck,” Harry says.

Word count: 42,420

Members Only by kikikryslee:

Summary: “Well, I’m gonna go work out now, so…” Harry said, his voice trailing off.

Louis nodded. “Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Go get, uh, you know, strong and buff.”

What?

Louis wanted to die.

“Um, thanks?” Harry said. “Um…”

Without another word, Harry walked away from the desk.

Louis pinched his thigh – hard – hoping that was some terrible, awkward nightmare that he might soon wake up from.

Or, the one where Louis works at Harry’s new gym and neither one of them knows how to hold a coherent conversation with the other.

Word count: 14,484

the dead things we carry by Anonymous:

Summary: September ‘49 

He hasn’t seen him since that day in France, that horrible muddy day where for one terrifyingly long second, Louis really thought he was going to die. He winces with the phantom pain, the hand not holding his cane going to his stomach automatically, remembering the franticness, the tenderness, of Harry’s hands while Louis was bleeding out.

This is the man who saved Louis’ life.

For one second, Louis fears Harry won’t recognise him, but his eyes widen when he turns to his left and they meet Louis’. He takes a step forward, reaching for him with a shaky hand before stopping himself.

“Louis,’ Harry says with a shudder and Louis doesn’t think his name has ever carried more weight.

This is the only man Louis ever thought about kissing for real.

“Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?”

There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

Word count: 25,314

(we will be) as if chosen by alivingfire:

Summary: There’s not a royal in the world who doesn’t carry some sort of secret, and Prince Louis has more than his fair share. To protect himself and his family, Louis withdrew from the public eye and tried to live a quiet life, biding his time until his sister Lottie could take the throne in his stead. Unfortunately for him, the national media and the worst person Louis has ever met team up to bring him kicking and screaming back into the spotlight.

Under the watchful eyes of millions, Louis has to figure out how to keep his carefully constructed house of cards from falling, and the first step to accomplishing that is to keep from falling in love with the irritatingly charming Prince Harry, who just won’t stop showing up and trying to whisk Louis out of the constraints of his boring life.

Or: the course of true love never did run smooth, because sometimes people are stubborn and sometimes people are scared and sometimes, just sometimes, love can cause just as many problems as it solves.

Word count: 35,591

Love So Soft by lululawrence:

Summary: “Harry?” Louis called out. It was light out and a Sunday. Harry was probably in the kitchen.

Right then, Harry came walking back into the room with some scrambled eggs and toast on two plates. He froze about three steps in though, and looked up at Louis, his brows furrowed.

“I made breakfast, but…you…” Harry stopped and cleared his throat. “Uhm, your scent changed? Just since I got up to make breakfast. You okay?”

Louis bit his lip and shook his head. “I think my heat is coming early.”

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been friends since they were kids, but when Louis’ heat comes early, that balance that always existed between them suddenly changes.

Word count: 4,662

you wanna kill me? kill me.

love intrest: nolan holloway x werewolf!y/n

summary: in which gabe leaves Nolan to do his dirty work, but he didn’t know how intimidating she was

warnings: little bit of sass

authors note: mostly every scene I saw Nolan in his eyes were dual aged especially when he was looking Liam. If you want a part 2 let me know.


You were sitting behind the bleachers, trying to hide away from Gabe and his little evil minion friends. He was going around cutting people with the same scalpel – which was completely unsanitary. Even though you were a werewolf and you can do way then just sit around waiting for your reveal, you didn’t wanna risk the people of BHH to know what you were. They knew about Liam, Corey and Lydia – you couldn’t expose who you were. You’ve avoided them all day, but for some reason they knew where you were all along.

“Did you really think you could hide from us this long?” You could hear the grin in his voice. You stood up clenching your fists, hoping he wouldn’t beat you to a bloody pulp like he did Liam. If so he would be one dead son of a bitch. Him and Nolan were standing in front of her, Nolan holding the scalpel. “It’s just an informative scratch. We wanna see who you really are.” He stepped closer to you. “Remember y/n, everyone heals just some are faster than others.” Gabe crossed his arms, burning holes into your head. “You don’t need to know how fast I can heal. I’m a human being. That should be good enough.” You grabbed your bag, attempting to walk away from the situation.

Nolan’s hand stopped you in your tracks. Gabe began to walk backwards away from the two. “Take care of her would ya.” He nodded his head towards the blue eyed hunter. A sigh left your soft lips as you looked the boy straight in the eye. “Let me see your hand.” He spoke, the scalpel sticking out from under his jacket sleeve. He looked timid, like he couldn’t do this himself. “Why? Why do you need to see my healing process?” Of course you already knew the answer to that question. “We need to know if you’re one of them.”

“And if I am?”

“You’re gonna what? Kill me because I’m different?” His blue eyes went wide as you stepped closer to his body. “You’re one of them.” He muttered. “Damn straight.” You crossed your arms leaning with a smirk on your lips. “You know what – just for the fun of it. Give me a little slice.” You reached your hand out giving him the room. He hesitated to cut her hand with the knife, by he did it. A hiss emitted from your lips, but as soon as it broke skin it closed back up. “You don’t have to do this, Nolan.” Your voice wasn’t as intimidating as before. It was lower, softer. “These are people you’re hurting. People with families.” You tried to reason with him. You wanted everything to stop. All the madness and persuasion. “It’s not like we wanted this to happen. You just don’t understand.”

“You wanna kill me? Kill me. This is your only chance.” You shrugged knowing he wasn’t gonna hurt you anymore than he already did. “Missed your chance.” You adjusted your bag on your shoulder, before brushing past him. “Next time it won’t be so easy for you.”

fic reveal, week 6

the dead things we carry by Anonymous for kiwikero

Words: 25311

Summary:

September ‘49

He hasn’t seen him since that day in France, that horrible muddy day where for one terrifyingly long second, Louis really thought he was going to die. He winces with the phantom pain, the hand not holding his cane going to his stomach automatically, remembering the franticness, the tenderness, of Harry’s hands while Louis was bleeding out.

This is the man who saved Louis’ life.

For one second, Louis fears Harry won’t recognise him, but his eyes widen when he turns to his left and they meet Louis’. He takes a step forward, reaching for him with a shaky hand before stopping himself.

“Louis,’ Harry says with a shudder and Louis doesn’t think his name has ever carried more weight.

This is the only man Louis ever thought about kissing for real.

“Oh,” Mrs. Padley says, clearly taken aback. “You two know each other?”

There are some things people never fully come home from. Until, one day, if they’re lucky, home comes to them.

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i saw @bluephoenixprincess‘s tags on my altean prince lance (langst) comic and i just want to say yes to the reincarnation au!! i wasn’t even thinking about that honestly but now i want it. thank you

so lance had given all of his quintessence to save allura (she had already lost hers so even if she desperately wanted to save lance, she couldn’t without both of them dying and altea values her more anyway). a year or so later, zarkon attacks and that’s when allura and coran go into their 10,000 year sleep.

lance is reborn on earth and space has always called him for a reason he doesn’t know and basically his time at the garrison follows canon. but when he meets up with the rest of team voltron to search for the blue lion, the reason she chooses him is because she recognizes him from his past life and wants to bring him to allura to reunite them (and defend the universe that’s v important too). 

this could also be the reason allura falls right into lance’s arms. because that’s the exact position they were in when she died. and now we could either follow the canon that he hits on her (because he doesn’t remember his past life) or completely ignore that bc hitting on his sister would be a no-go here.

anyway, her first comment to him is that his ears are hideous and maybe she says that because she always remembered him having ears like hers. and being in a coma for so long, she doesn’t recognize him right away without white hair and pointy ears. he really reminds her of her brother but it couldn’t be him because he’s been dead for over 10,000 years. but he’s so much like the lance she knew and it gets harder and harder to be around him.

idk how to end this but just know that lance has no memory of his past life and allura is starting to suspect reincarnation but doesn’t know for sure. it’s just painful to be around someone she loved so dearly

Most of us assumed that Sanji disconnected with his abused and traumatized old self long ago (or he was trying at least), but for me it was mildly startling to hear him tell Judge so clearly that “Vinsmoke Sanji died”. From this statement of his I could finally understand what had slightly puzzled me some time ago, when Sanji’s past was just about to start getting revealed: 

Remember when Sanji talked to his younger self as if talking to another person? Now that we know that Sanji deems his past self as “dead”, it’s easier to understand why he did so. At first I thought he was trying to detach himself from his past memories because it was too painful for him to bear, but now I think it was more about him really treating “Vinsmoke” Sanji as an entirely different person, who perished long ago inside him. For him, it was like conjuring up a long-dead ghost to help gear himself to deliver the final blow to Judge. 

That being said, the amount of importance Sanji puts on his meeting with Zeff really is fascinating, since he probably started considering himself as a newly born person from that point onward.   

thayerkerbasy  asked:

Purely speculative, but Crowley takes Cas and Dean out clubbing (Sam wisely stays home, because hell no, he's not opening that can of worms). Tell me all about what happens.

I don’t know how, this turned into my like 2nd ever ficlet. Don’t judge me.

Dean tells Cas theres no way he can go dressed like that, so he takes a good 30 minutes fussing over him, making him change his shirt so often Cas thinks he might as well go shirtless, given how long it takes Dean to actually pass him the shirt each time. Cas is a little exasperated because “Dean, I don’t want to impress people I don’t know”, but really he loves this intimate time together, he’s able to stare into Dean’s face unquestioned the whole time he is fixing his hair from the front and Dean’s smile when he’s done and happy with his work is definitely worth it.

Crowley picks them up, looking totally smart and even gets a “looking good!” from Dean and a little scowl from Cas, so he knows he must do.

Crowley gets their drinks, a bottle of premium imported beer for Dean, Cas doesn’t know what he likes yet, he’s only been human a week and didn’t really drink much last time, so he ask for the same as Dean but Dean insists he “live a little, try something new” so Crowley chooses for him and goes for something middle ground, not too sweet, not too sour, a Mojito. He, of course, gets his traditional Pina Colada and when they don’t have an umbrella, cos it’s not the classiest of joints, he sighs and conjures one himself, it’s just not the same without one.

They sit for a long while and Cas gets a little jittery, “Dean why is this deemed fun? It’s just loud, we could have stayed home and drank beer, although this mojito is excellent, thank you Crowley”. So Dean explains that people usually come to these places to do a little dancing and hook up with someone they find, Cas is a little crest fallen but suggests they do that then, if that’s the point then it must be why Crowley and Dean wanted to come in the first place.

So Dean leads the way to the dance floor, Crowley following and Cas pulling up the rear a little sullenly. Crowley of course has excellent moves, the other two are a little surprised but not really. Cas is so stiff it’s unreal, he looks totally uncomfortable and like he’s hating every second. Crowley takes pity, he knows the situation, he knows the three of them have a strange dynamic and even if he does, partly, think wistfully of Dean and their time together, he knows it would never have really lasted and that these two really need a shove in the right direction, Hell, maybe it would help him move on too seeing them finally address it.

So Crowley shoves Dean towards Cas and yells over the music “just put him out of his misery and show him what to do will you? He’s showing us all up!”.

Dean looks a little torn but, seeing the look of concentration on Cas’ face as he tries to awkwardly move his hips in some kind of bad karaoke impression of Crowley and Dean’s moves, looking thoroughly adorable. Dean takes on his resolve and grabs Cas by the hips, Cas’ face takes on a look of surprise, softening into gratitude.

They sway and move for a while, Dean’s face also softening and although he tries so hard, dammit, he can’t help but raise his eyes and look deeply into those shy but resolute blue orbs and his breath catches. 

Inevitably though, Dean catches someones eye.

An attractive brunette sidles over and taps him on the shoulder, as he turns, tearing his eyes away from Cas’ she comes in close to his ear as says “wow, you’re such a good friend! that’s so… hot”. Dean raises an eyebrow and she continues, trying desperately to tear him away, while Cas looks on and decides that this must be what Dean meant, to meet up with someone was the goal right? To shag Dean Winchester…

By the time Dean has gone backwards and forwards, repeating himself a few times and politely turned her down he turns back and realises Cas is gone. He sees Crowley dancing with a pair of what seem to be friends, a young man and woman, who then turn to each other, smile, then both wink at Crowley. He must have sensed Dean watching as he turns back to Dean and winks himself with a brilliant smile on his face. Typical, Dean thinks, but he’s glad his friend can have this, it’s been too long since he’s seen him really embracing life like this and with all he’s done for them and the world he’s glad for it. Crowley gestures towards the bar and mouths “that way”, then turns back to his new ‘friends’.

At the bar, Dean can see Cas, head bowed and rolling in his hand what seems to be a shot glass, then Dean notices the 3 other shot glasses in front of him, empty. He strides over and slides an arm around Cas’ shoulder, to which Cas nearly jumps off the bar stool and still looks shocked when he sees Dean taking a seat next to him.

“So, are you going to go home with her?” he asks, his face looking crestfallen though he is trying to hold it back, Dean can tell, he knows Cas and Cas is not that great at hiding his emotions, being new to it and all. Dean sighs and replies “no, she wasn’t really my type”. Cas looks up at him, a little perkier and puts the shot glass down, his hand subconsciously dropping to Dean’s knee, before he realises and pulls it away quickly, looking away again. Dean thinks, Hell, we’ve beaten around this bush for long enough, so he decides to go for it “and anyway, why would I choose someone I don’t know over someone I care about, who let me fuss over them and choose between a zillion shirts, just to see me smile”.

Cas raises his eyes looking pretty awestruck and Dean gives him his most dazzling smile, which Cas returns so immediately that Dean can’t help himself, he leans forwards, pulling Cas in by the arm he still has draped over his shoulder. He hesitates for just a moment, he realises he’s leading this so far and Cas has just downed who knows how much alcohol. He really shouldn’t take advantage of him, so he hesitates, thinks, maybe it’s best to leave it here. He starts to pull back and it’s Cas who finally finds his way to him, just before their lips touch Dean thinks he hears a low, rumbling “Deeeean”. 

It’s tentative, just a peck really, they pull back and search each others’ eyes, then Dean thinks, screw it, we know we both want this and we’ve wanted it for so long, sober and drunk, dead and alive, he remembers having lost Cas so recently, that he is now human and can experience this all for the first time, it’s Deans duty to make it a good and memorable moment for Cas, they know it’s going to last, this is it for Dean and he has a strong feeling that is reciprocated, so he grabs Cas by the shirt, the painfully chosen shirt that shows Cas’ arms and chest of just right, and pulls him in, this time for a rougher, more insistent kiss. 

Dean feels rather than hears Cas’ moan and feels hands fly up, one to his cheek and the other into his hair, giving it a little tug that drives Dean wild. Without even realising what he’s doing he slides from his seat and crowds into Cas’ space, pushing between his bent legs, kissing, kissing, kissing, until they breathlessly part, he looks up into a huge smile plastering Cas’ face.

“So boys, it didn’t take much did it? I thought I’d have to wait at least an hour, you didn’t even make it past 30 minutes!” Crowley smirks at them, having rocked up and clearly witness at least the last part of this exchange, an arm around each of the pair he himself is clearly taking home. Dean points at him “You watch your mouth” but smiles freely back. It is so freeing, being here with these two, Crowley clearly having a good time and moving on, Cas just so… perfect.

Crowley tosses him a key “Here, I reserved you a room, it’s a classy joint so don’t ruin my reputation ok? It’s plenty provisioned, I’m taking these two there myself, we can meet up for breakfast” he winks and exits, an arm around each of his conquests.

Cas leaps from his chair, drags Dean in for a long kiss and grabs Dean’s hand with the key, tugging him towards the door “come on Dean, we’ve waited long enough, we’re going… now”. Dean’s mind races with anticipation and exhilaration as to exactly what he’s going to be in for. Whatever it is, Cas is definitely keen to get going as soon as possible and Dean feels like he’s positively skipping with happiness behind him.

He’ll thank Crowley in the morning.

Monthly Reads | October 2017

❤ THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK AND FOR SHARING YOUR STORIES! ❤ Top 5 + 7 more under the cut:

Walk That Mile

by purpledaisy for 1D Reverse Bang 2017 | Road Trip | strangers to enemies to friends to lovers | 141k

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”
“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”
“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes.
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A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

No One Like You

by myownspark for 1D Reverse Bang 2017 | historical | friends to lovers | art history | slow burn| 19k

Dear Niall,
I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.
Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.
Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.
Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely,
Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

You Might Want to Marry My Husband

by Rearviewdreamer | friends to lovers | minor character death | 24k

When Harry’s husband dies, he asks one thing of him; to find love and happiness again without him. It’s a request that Harry is happy to disregard, until he meets the one person who is impossible to ignore.

Like One of Your French Girls

by elsi_bee for 1D Reverse Bang 2017 | friends to lovers | 46k

Harry thumbs through his sketchpad before he stops on a blank page. He looks Louis over for a moment, seemingly studying him. It’s a odd feeling, even if it is what Louis signed up for, just sitting in a crowd in broad daylight while a stranger looks him up and down.

Louis is the subject of Harry’s first year art project, and what starts as an assignment blossoms into a friendship. It’s unfortunate that only one of them wishes it could be more.

We’re What’s Right In This World

by BriaMaria for 1D Reverse Bang 2017 | World War II | PTSD | blind Louis | soldier Harry | period-typical homophobia | 48k

“Why did you talk like that in Brighton? If you weren’t planning on ever telling me?” Louis asked. “Is it because you think you’re going to die?”
“It’s war, Lou,” Harry said finally.
The words were a knife slipped between his ribs. Everything hurt and he was bleeding. He shifted up, his palms cradling Harry’s jaw, his lips against his boy’s. Not kissing, just resting there, so Louis could feel him. “Promise you’ll come back to me.”
Harry’s hands smoothed down the sides of Louis’ body. “You know I can’t do that. I’ll never lie to you.”
“Promise me. We’re going to have our cottage. And our dogs. And our breakfast in the garden where nothing grows because of the wind from the sea. Promise me.”
“I won’t.” Stubborn as always, his boy. “I’ll promise you, I’ll love you all my life. I’ll promise you, you’ll never leave my thoughts. I’ll promise you, you’re my forever and my always. But promising you something I can’t cheapens the things I can.”
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Or the World War II AU where Harry goes off to fight and all Louis wants to do is be the boy who brings him home.

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ideal type | jongdae

Originally posted by dayafterdae

appearance:

  • lets see…a nice smile
  • a great smile
  • a lovely smile
  • be the beyonce of smiles
  • he wouldnt want a specific look, like if u cute u cute, if u pretty u pretty, if u sexee u sexee but he wouldnt go for a certain type
  • eyes he can stare into forever 

personality:

  • a lovely girl
  • the kinda girl people have crushes on or wanna be
  • he said he likes older girls but if u just have that maturity and are confident enough to lead then ur good cos he likes cougars hes probs a sub
  • someone who won’t need constant affirmation???? maybe??? boys got things to do u know
  • maybe a lil hard headed and strong enough to hold her ground
  • if u can make him laugh or even smile he’d be all over you! there’s a reason he’s in the beagle line
  • hes really domestic so if you are too itd give him more reason to marry you
  • exos been dead for so long i dont even remember what theyre like
  • SIS U GOTTA BE ABLE TO HANDLE EXTREMELY LOUD NOISES
  • dont make bad jokes we all know what happens to junmyeon
  • hes disrespected
  • hes a cuddly little bby so she needs to love physical contact!
  • i keep saying she then saying u but YOU should have a somewhat peaceful, comforting presence so he can relax around you
  • a passionate, determined and hardworking gal cos he’s similar to that so he’d appreciate someone who understands 
  • be very encouraging and loving so he knows its real

minseok/xiumin | junmyeon/suho | yixing/lay | baekhyun | chanyeol | kyungsoo/d.o | jongin/kai | sehun

DRABBLE PROMPTS: DISNEY VERSION
  • 1. "I want to do something for her... but what?"
  • "Well, there's the usual things- flowers... chocolates... promises you don't intend to keep..."
  • -Beauty and the Beast
  • 2. "How dare you? All of you! Standing around deciding my future? I am not a prize to be won!"
  • -Aladdin
  • 3. "Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it."
  • -Lion King
  • 4. "I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you."
  • -Pocahontas
  • 5. "You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity." -Toy Story
  • 6. "Look at that disgusting display."
  • "Yes, sir!"
  • -The Hunchback of Notre Dame
  • 7. "My little baby, off to destroy people." -Mulan
  • 8. "But it's a rock."
  • "I know it's a rock! Don't you think I know a rock when I see a rock? I've spent a lot of time around rocks!"
  • "You're weird, but I like you."
  • -Bug's Life
  • 9. "Pull the lever!"
  • [pulls lever]
  • "WRONG LEVER!"
  • -Emperor's New Groove
  • 10. "Okay, first of all, it's "creetin". If you're gonna threaten me, do it properly." -Monsters Inc
  • 11. "Why me?"
  • "Because you saw me when I was invisible."
  • -The Princess Diaries
  • 12. "Girls talk too much!" -Peter Pan
  • 13. "But if you want to leave, you can. I'll remember you though....I remember everyone that leaves." -Lilo and Stitch
  • 14. "Just keep swimming" -Finding Nemo
  • 15. "Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid."
  • -Pirates of the Caribbean-Curse of the Black Pearl
  • 16. "We are talking about the greater good!"
  • "'Greater good?' I am your wife! I'm the greatest *good* you are ever gonna get!"
  • -The Incredibles
  • 17. "I don't like food...I LOVE IT." -Ratatouille
  • 18. "Is this a habit of yours? Falling off of stuff?"
  • "Only when you're there to catch me." -Enchanted
  • 19. "I have made the decision to trust you."
  • "A horrible decision really." -Tangled
  • 20. "Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it." -Brave
  • 21. I'm bad, and that's good! I will never be good, and that's not bad! There's no-one I'd rather be... than me." -Wreck-It Ralph
  • 22. "Does it look bad?"
  • "No."
  • "You hesitated." -Frozen
  • 23. "People keep saying he's not really gone, as long as we remember him. But it still hurts." -Big Hero 6
  • 24. "Stop tellin' everyone I'm dead!" -Brother Bear
  • 25. "Ooh! I like her."
  • "Hm. 'Bout time someone hit him. I'm just sorry it wasn't me." -Atlantis-The Lost Empire
  • 26. "People do crazy things... when they're in love." -Hercules
  • 27. "His eyes were intense... and focused, and... I've never seen eyes like those before."
  • "Oh. Shall I - ahem - leave you and the blackboard alone for a moment?" -Tarzan
  • 28. "Have I gone mad?"
  • "I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are." -Alice in Wonderland (2010)
  • 29. "Close your mouth, please, ____. We are not a codfish."
  • -Mary Poppins
  • 30. "Hello, out there! Oh, I hope nobody answers."
  • -The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

anonymous asked:

Hey! :) Here's an exact translation of what Denis said to Cassidy : "Get out of here! Do you think I need your pity? Do you think I need you to take care of me? I'm not a child, I don't need you to tie my shoelaces." Come to think of it I think what really breaks my heart is the scene where Cass offers Denis some m&m's...I mean that's typically what you would remember a child loving to eat...

hey! thank you, that’s much more specific!

yes :((( We know from previous things Denis has said that Cassidy has probably shown up sporadically, partied in his apartment and mooched off him, then left. perhaps his mother used to be there but she is long since dead. it’s no wonder he received him with such bitterness. yet he still had a hard time turning him away - makes you think there were maybe some pretty good memories mixed in there as well, which makes the bitterness all the greater probably. 

A song to love you - Bucky x Reader (ONESHOT)

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Had this idea last night and just wrote it down and edited it today and like a coincidence Sebby turned 35 today. Happy Birthday, my dear :D  Also I guess this is the first story, where the reader is genderless…like I think anyone can identify as this person :D I’m kinda proud of it ^^ Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

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Warnings - mentions of sex ^^


Originally posted by coporolight


Silently he stands in the middle of a big crowd. A crowd of over twenty thousand people cheering, dancing and having the time of their life. A soft smile graces his lips as he looks up to you, the lights all directed to you and the few people behind you.

Yet, you are the highlight.

You are the one every person is looking at.

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I Thought You Were Different: Book 4 (Part 36-FINAL) (Steve Rogers x reader)

Part 35

IT’S OVER.

Steve seemed to be immune to the wedding day hustle that was happening all around him, finding himself more than willing to stand guard in the living room entryway, leaning against the wall casually with arms crossed.  At least, he appeared casual; inside his stomach was churning and fighting the burn of acidity as he watched his boy and his girlfriend sitting on one of the couches together, their fingers intertwined playfully as they spoke to each other too quietly for even him to overhear.  She seemed nice enough, Steve had quickly decided after she arrived, having known nothing more about her than what T’Challa had shared, but nice didn’t quell his concerns that Anthony was still too young as far as he was concerned.  

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anonymous asked:

What does home mean to Dean? To Sam? To Cas?

This sounds like the opening line to a melancholy thinkpiece of a ficlet, so that’s how I’m treating it. :P

To Sam, I think most of his life the concept of a home was something he longed for, but never really felt like he had for himself. I think for a long time his two weeks in that abandoned trailer outside of Flagstaff with a stray dog named Bones, subsisting on Funyuns and Mr. Pibb was about as close to a feeling of home as he’d had. Until he left for Stanford and was beginning to build a home and a future with Jess.

We saw his lifetime of memories living in the Impala flash before his eyes in 5.22, and his connection to the car really did end up saving the world, giving him the strength of will to rein in Lucifer and drag him to the cage. It still took until 11.04 for him to acknowledge Baby as his home. Even after they found the Bunker and their family’s legacy, it still took years for Sam to begin to feel that it really was his home, but he’s clearly made his peace with that after 12.18, taking ownership of the bunker and carving his initials into the library table.

For Dean, the easy answer is wherever his loved ones are. Sam, Cas, Mary… home is where the heart is. But for Dean I think the answer is so much more complex. He’s always had that connection to Baby. He was the one who picked her out, after all. She’s the one permanent fixture in his life, where everyone and everything else has come and gone over the years. At some point along the line, he started to doubt if she might be his only real legacy he was going to leave behind… (3.02)

But then somehow he came back, and Bobby’s house became a home base for him and Sam, partly because they were welcome there and it was a safe place for them to take refuge when they needed it, but partly just because Bobby himself was there, and that in itself was a sort of refuge for Dean. He could bring Baby there when she needed repairs or attention, he could bring Sam there when they were both beyond their ability to cope with the world and everything it was throwing at them.

The cabin in Whitefish served as a transitional sort of home for Dean, a sort of last resort place of refuge when the world was falling apart again. And then they found the bunker. It took Dean all of a day to make himself at home and stake his claim on it (and some dead guy’s robe, and his memory foam that remembers him). Billed as the safest place on earth, warded against every evil, impervious to any entry except with the key. (8.12) That’s honestly a ringing endorsement for a piece of real estate, in Dean’s estimation. It doesn’t hurt that he feels he has a right to the place. Legacies, again.

But really, in the end, even Baby, and even the bunker, aren’t really home if his loved ones aren’t there, safe, too, as he said in 12.22… You know not long ago I thought we had it made. We saved the world, we got Cas back, we got Mom back. I mean it wasn’t perfect. But still, we had ‘em. But, now

But now…

And then there’s Cas, who for eons thought his home was Heaven, until Dean asked for his help in stopping the apocalypse. For a long time, he struggled with having been evicted from his home for his actions, and then evicted again from the bunker after Dean had brought him to safety there in 9.03. He’s tried to make a place for himself, to figure out where the best place for him even is, to understand where he fits in. He finally claimed the Winchesters as his family in 12.12, and Dean offered him a home at the bunker, but circumstances interfered because there was still a mission to take care of and no time to stop and breathe when the world might be coming to an end again…

But when he can finally freely choose for himself, I have no doubt that Cas will choose the exact same concept of home, that it’s wherever his loved ones are (so really, wherever the rest of the Winchester family happens to be).

First Hunting Trip - Sam And Dean X Sibling!Reader

MASTER LIST

WARNINGS: YELLING, KILLING

“Y/N, NOW!” Dean yelled, he had somehow pinned the demon against a wall, and was struggling to keep him there. I grabbed the demon knife, and plunged it into the demon’s chest, it died instantly.

I stepped back, my mouth hanging wide open, a smile finding it’s way into my face. “I just did that, oh yeah. That’s right, I just killed a demon, I’m amazing. ‘Y/N Winchester kills a demon and saves the world’ I can see the headlines now!” I rambled on, while my brother Dean laughed at me.

“Slow down there Y/N. You may have killed a demon, but your not experienced enought to save the world. *Cough cough* like me *cough*” Dean joked. I rolled my eyes, “shut up and let me have my moment,” I said punching him in the arm, making him chuckle.

The reason I was so excited is because I had just gone on my first hunt, Dean had taken me as a birthday present. You see, Dean and Sam are my older brothers, and no matter what, they keep me out of harms way the best they can. Although Dean can be more laid back than Sam, who forbid me to EVER go on a hunt.

“Alright kid, we need to get home before Sam finds out we’re gone,” Dean said grabbing his gun. But before he could walk a step further I ran up and hugged him. “Thanks Dean, this was the best birthday ever, I love you.” I said into his chest. “I Love you too little sis,” he said back.

We walked out to the Impala and I decided to test my luck. “Hey Dean, so you think I could drive?” I asked, giving my best puppy dog face. “Yeah sure, why not,” Oh my god, are you serious?“ I asked shocked, “ha, no!” I rolled my eyes, I should have seen that coming.

I got into the car and Dean drive off, with me talking about how ‘badass’ I was.

We finally arrived at the bunker after a long drive. But before I got out of the car Dean spoke. “Remember-” I stopped him there, “I know, I know, don’t tell Sammy.” I said. Dean nodded and we got out and walked into the bunker.

“Where have you been!” Yelled a voice. Dean and I stopped dead in our tracks, oh shit. Sam stood at the bottom of the stairs. “Do you want to tell me where you two were?” Oh yeah, he was definitely pissed.

“Dean, you uh, you wanna take this one?” I asked. Dean shook his head, “no, not really.” I turned back to Sam, but before I could get a word out Sam said, “Y/N, go to your room,” “Sam, just lis-” I tried to explain, but I got cut off. “NOW!” Sam yelled.

His outburst scared me, and tears began to sting my eyes, Sam had never, not once, yelled at me. I ran away and slammed the door to my room and began crying.

·Sam’s P.O.V·

“What the hell man? What’s wrong with you?” Dean asked. I looked at him, “What wrong with me? What’s wrong with you, what you thinking taking Y/N on a hunt?” I asked, my voice still raised.

“I took her on a hunt because that is what she has ALWAYS wanted. All she wanted to do was go on a hunt, so that’s what I did. You need to stop treating her like she’s five Sammy, she’s a grown woman,” Dean retorted.

“I don’t care Dean, she’s still our little sister, and I, I can’t lose her,” my voice cracked a little as I tried to hold back my tears. I sat down, beginning to regret yelling at Y/N.

“I understand that your worried Sammy, I was too, but at some point, you need to let her grow up. I mean you should’ve seen her out there, the kid’s a natural badass.” Dean said, and as much I hated to admit it, he was right. “I’m gonna go talk to her,” I said.

I walked into Y/N’s room, she was laying on her bed crying. I expected her to yell at me and tell me to leave, but she stayed silent. I sat down on her bed, but she immediately turned to her other side, making me sigh.

“Y/N look, I’m sorry for yelling, I was just upset that you went out with Dean on a hunt, the thought of you dying or getting hurt scared me. You know I love you,” I said to her. The last thing I was expecting was for her to turn around an talk to me, but she did.

“You know Sam, I look up to you and Dean, what you do, how you save people. I just wanted to be like my big brothers, is that a crime?” She said tears running down her face, the sight broke my heart.

“I know but-” I was cut off. “I thought maybe by killing that demon I could prove to you that I can fight, and help, but obviously not. Just leave me alone.” I felt bad, maybe Dean was right, I had to let her grow up, wether I wanted to or not.

“Do you remember when Dean went to Hell, for the first time. I was wrecked, and you wouldn’t come out of your room for anything?” I said, my eyes began to gloss over at the memory.

“I was drinking, going crazy, I even went to a demon for help. And then one day, somehow, you got yourself out of your room, and you went downstairs and you said to me, ‘Sammy, I know it hurts, but you need to stop, you’re hurting yourself’ and I told you to get lost. But you never gave up on me, you don’t need to prove yourself to me, you already have.” I said, crying.

I was about to leave, but then two arms wrapped around my torso, and Y/N laid her head in my chest. “I love you Sammy,” she mumbled into my chest. She was obviously barley awake.

“I love you too little sis,” I said kissing the top of her head. I pulled some blankets over her, and waited for her to completely fall asleep before carefully getting up and leaving, making sure not to wake her. I stood in the doorway and turned the lights off.

I smiled at Y/N, then I realized, I hadn’t lost my baby sister, she had just simply grown up.

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Thoughts on, “No Regrets” (Agents of Shield)

So many great and sad surprises! Spoilers below.

1. Gotta start off with the one I’m sure most people are pumped about. Freakin’ Tripp is back! So great to see his face. Its been too damn long! A little surprised Jemma’s reaction to seeing him wasn’t bigger. Even though she knows its fake, he’s been dead for a few years. It would catch me off guard is all I’m saying. Super happy to see Tripp!

2. Mace died! I don’t remember if we knew that was the real Mace or not, but he sure died a heroes death. That was a fantastic scene. He died knowing that what he was doing would save lives and that’s all that mattered. Regardless if they were “real”, they were real to him.

3. I really liked what Ward said at one point. He asked Jemma if she could feel the love between Mack and Hope. She said yes. Then asked, “Doesn’t that make it real?” (Or something to that effect). That is a great question. Can believing something’s real make it real? I would argue yes. Just looking at the placebo effect. People think a fake pill works and then it somehow actually works! Its a weirdly proven thing.

4. “…a hive like itch.” That got me so good! Coulson cracking jokes without even realizing it.

5. “Nevertheless, she persisted.” Fitz about Daisy. They just keep slipping in these very current political things. I dig it! 

6. The May/Mace fight was solid. 

7. Loved how they got May to turn. It was because of the kids and Mace’s sacrifice. That was really good!

This episode was packed full of other goodies, but I’ll just end it here. Such a fantastic season. They need to hurry up and renew another season already!

-Chuck

Could It Get Worse? - Part 1

Originally posted by cupcakesam

Summary: You’re Bobby’s adopted daughter, Dean and Sam had feelings for you and you had feelings for both of them. But what happens when those feelings get put on thin ice? (Season 7)


A/N: This is the first Tumblr story i’ve written so if it’s terrible i’m sorry in advance:) If you did enjoy this let me know if you want to be tagged in the further parts.


Pairing: Sam x Reader x Dean (No Wincest)


Warning: Language, mentions of smut.


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anonymous asked:

Hey are you still taking Drabble requests? If so, can I request one involving I (fever) and 9 (while camping) with Craig from dream daddy? It doesn't matter who the other character is. Thank you ^.^ <3

Oh sweet! A Craig! I hope I can do him justice, anon :3

An alternate version of MC’s date 3 with Craig. In 2nd person, because I tried 1st person and it looked a little odd. I hope you don’t mind that c:

You stumble your way out of the river. Waterfall jumping, especially 4 times in a row, takes a lot out of you, and Craig as well, it seems.

“We should probably head back.” He shivers. “The fire will be good to dry us off. Warm us up, too.”

The two of you hike your way back to the campsite, the chilly air appearing to be getting to Craig surprisingly more than it bothers you.

Huh’TSCHUH!” Craig sneezes. It’s been a long time since you’ve heard him sneeze unstifled. Granted, his stifling habit only came about when he couldn’t bring himself to tell ‘Smashley’ her favorite perfume was setting his allergies off, but she must have gotten the hint at some point; they were together long enough to have three kids, after all.

“Bless you.” You respond politely as you search in your bag for a lighter.

“Thah… Tha.. hhh… H’TtCHUH!” He sneezes again.

“Wow. You okay, bro?” 

“I’m fine.” He sniffles. “Just the cold air, is all.”

It’s not that cold to you, but maybe being as muscular as Craig made a person more susceptible to a chill. You’re not the biggest fan of such intense muscle building routines as Craig is, so there’s no way to really find out for sure.

Setting up the campfire is a simple task. Craig hasn’t recommended any of his fancy fitness recipes, which comes off as a little strange. You settle on roasting hot dogs, but Craig declines all offers to have any for himself. 

You can’t help but notice his cheeks are a bit flushed. You wonder if that’s just from the light of the fire or is in any way connected to why Craig doesn’t want to eat anything. To add to your concern, Craig gets up to announce he’s turning in early. It’s only 7:30.

Sitting alone by the fire feels awkward and rude, so you open the tent to find Craig in the midst of coughing. He’s quick to insist he’s fine, but you’re quicker to land your hand on his forehead.

He’s burning up.

“How long have you been feeling sick?” You ask, growing more concerned.

“I’m not sick. I promise.” Craig shakes his head. 

“You have a fever.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You look worse than you did when the whole dorm had the flu. Remember that?”

“Didn’t we think we were dead at some point?” Reminiscing puts a smile on Craig’s face. That’s good. Better than him feeling so stressed.

“I’m still surprised we survived. Let’s try to survive a little longer.”

“So are we going to have to go home?” Craig frowns. Although he clearly deserves to be home in bed with a hot bowl of soup, he’s clearly in no condition to disassemble the tent and pack up everything. Even with your help, he doesn’t need that kind of strain.

“We’ll see about that in the morning. But for now, we need to get your fever down first.”