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In A Moment Ch. 7

An Avengers Series

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count: 1853

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Smut. Unprotected sex (wrap the willy,silly), oral (female receiving), anal plug, threesome (mmf), double penetration (vaginal and anal), swearing, and some fluff.  

A/N: This chapter… I made myself blush. (The italics are memories!)

Prologue - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six


Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Memories were complicated. Sometimes they come to you in fragments. Other times they bombard you out of nowhere.

They take you back to a moment.

You closed the bedroom door behind you and walked over to the bed. You wiped at the tears on your face as fresh ones fell. You looked down at Bucky and Steve and cried even harder. You felt arms wrap around you.

“Shhh… doll, tell us what you remember.” Bucky’s scruff scratched your cheek as he spoke softly.

Steve lifted a corner of the sheet and swiped it across your face, erasing the tear tracks. You stepped back and started at the beginning:

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anonymous asked:

Smut prompt: David and Killian are best friends and Killian's "lady of the night" is Emma. But he doesn't know emma is davids little sister.

*unbeta’d so sorry for mistakes*

Just a silly, baby bit. Ended up being smutless ;).

They’d met a month ago. She was chasing some guy (part of her job) and had turned up at the bar that he worked at. The guy was a bust - had left hours ago - but she was not.

She was interesting, enigmatic and beautiful.

She explained she was new to town, so he insisted on buying her a drink. They talked until it was closing hour, the  other bartender picking up the slack for the totally beguiled Killian.
(She seemed just as smitten, Will his coworker had teased the next day.)


Moving back to Storybrooke had been a fresh start after a bad break up. Her brother had coaxed her home after many years of trying, wanting to mend their fractured relationship. But that was still in it’s infancy, gently working back into each other’s lives after almost a decade wasn’t simple.

And meeting Killian was a not expected development.

She’d not dated in forever. Really thought that maybe that part of her life was over: too many assholes leaving their mark. But he was different. He was warm, funny and devastatingly handsome.

Perhaps she should have declined the offer of a drink, but she was technically off the clock and she found she wanted to (despite herself). They were so similar yet different all at the same time.

Three days later she returned, hair curled, a floral dress that toed the line between casual and dressy was topped with her ever present leather jacket. She took a seat at the bar and waited for him to notice her.

He smiled and she was already falling for him.


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I am your Captain (khan x reader)

A/N: helloooo! Just so you know, I kinda made the ending in a rush, and may edit this in the near future. Just so you guys know. Almost forgot to tag @dekahg Thank you.

Warnings: Violence and hate sex?

”You shot them!” You snapped, your hand flying across his face, your laser gun hitting his pale cheek with a powerful impact that made his face turn. He did feel it, you two were almost equal by strength, he just slightly overpowering you by his tall frame that towered above you. Though he never intimidated you, or you wouldn’t at least admit it. Besides, right now you were so outraged that you couldn’t control your anger, spitting at him curse words while you approached him with fast and swift strides.

”You asshole-” You started with a loud yell, your voice echoing in the stone valley. Dead bodies circled around your feet, the ones you had called as your friends, now ceasing to exists because of your commander and captain, a man who betrayed you.

You couldn’t finish your sentence getting interrupted as Khan took a hold of your arm, almost crushing your bone with his gripping fingers, preventing you from hitting him again. You had just raised your hand to swat him again. You couldn’t keep your hold on the big heavy gun and as your grasp on it loosened it slid from your fingers and hit the ground with a loud thud. You grit your teeth as you were now unarmed and raged, knowing you could never stand a chance in a fight with Khan, especially now that you were fuming with rage.

”They were not important to me.” Khan stated nonchalantly keeping his blue eyes on you. His intent stare made you squirm, not because you were intimidate,  but mostly because you just wanted to hit him. Repeatedly. But even if your good arm would to be free you couldn’t get the satisfaction of beating him to the ground. Not if you didn’t want to end up the same.

”They were important to me!” You hissed, your face only inches away from his. You narrowed your (e/c) eyes, a cold stare casting on Khan’s. ”And you promised me they would be safe.”

This didn’t concern Khan. He had never intended on keeping his promise for to provide protection to your inferior friends. He had seen them useful, replaceable.

”They were only soldiers.” Khan stressed, inching closer. ”The only use I had for them was sacrifice for our mission and our sake. I have to say they did that quite well.” He gazed about, his eyes taking in the sight before him. Those now dead soldiers, mostly men, lay there in the mud and stone, blood running out of each one. There were broken bones and bullet holes in every corpse and none moved. Not anymore. All of them had been killed quite quickly, not too much of time given to suffer.

”You bastard.” You muttered nonetheless of your friends painless deaths and pulled at your arm which he held uncomfortably high and never loosening his grip. You could feel his hold on you get only stronger as you tried to break free, Khan yanking you even closer to him. You yelp as he brings you closer, your bodies almost touching. You grit your teeth.

”Don’t tell me you cared for them?” Khan said in accusing tone and you knew how he lack of sentiment and expected the same from you, at least when it involved inferior humans, but you had always been slightly different from your kind. You were loyal, but not to the people Khan respected, but despised. You found partnership in inferior beings but with Khan around it was purely impossible.

You didn’t give him any answer, your cold eyes were still on his, not daring to break the eye contact. You didn’t want to look at your friends, your former companions that had been slaughtered right before your very own eyes and not being able to do anything. Not even call them back to shelter, and that had Khan assured. He had held you back, let your human soldiers go to the bullet rain. They were victorious as much as they were able to take down over half of your opponents until you and Khan came in to finish it. You were left alone with him, around you just the dead.

Khan smirked, humored by the wordless information he got out of you by studying just your reactions and expression. Your lowering eyebrows, the frown on your lips, oh how pathetic it was of you to care for such meaningless beings.

”You did care, didn’t you?” He didn’t care to hide the amusement from his voice, the grin only spreading on his cupid’s bow like lips. You could sense the mock from his tone. ”Bad girl.” Khan taunted you and laughed out loud when you lifted your free arm to connect with his jaw. Khan dodged fast, your left fist going over his shoulder, your right arm still caught by Khan. When you were pressed against Khan’s body, your armpit on his shoulder, Khan took the opportunity and wrapped his other arm around your waist, locking you in place.

You grit your teeth together in your new position, you tried to push away from him, but it was no use. Khan had you pinned against himself and there were no room to move so you settled your left arm over his shoulders, keeping yourself steady in his arms. You two looked like you were about to dance, Khan holding your right arm with his left, his right around your waist and your left behind his neck. Your feet were barely touching the ground, only an inch higher and not even your toes would reach to touche the surface of the cold ground.

You were beyond pissed. In this position you were unable to fight him, but a thought came to your mind and a need to smirk took over you but fortunately you were able to contain yourself before letting the smile spread on you lips, to give away your plan.

You were just about to knee him in the groin, when Khan leaned close, his hot breath hitting your ear, his lips brushing over your bare neck. ”Don’t even think about it.” He growled slowly and despite your rebellious personality decided to obey. He already had you cornered. He could end you if he wanted to, though not as easily as any other being, you would fight him if needed even if you knew you would have very low chances of winning but you always came down fighting. Not by choice but by instinct.

”Tell me, what could have those imbeciles do that we could not?” He dared with an amused tone. You almost fell for his trap, but as you were still insisting to fight him, verbally if you must, you snarled at him, ”Have trust in others.” Khan only chuckled at that, but you weren’t finished. Not quite yet. ”And they show loyalty on a level you have never even heard of!” This did the trick and you found yourself being pushed against a stone pillar with power that was enough to empty your lungs but not enough to break you through the stone or hurt you.

”You dare to talk to me about loyalty?” Khan growled, his teeth gritted and eyes blazing with anger. His right arm was placed over your throat and it squeezed your windpipe almost shut. Your eyes barely open anymore, trying to struggle and find strength to push him off, but only able to scratch his arms. ”I saved you! I did all I could to assure your safety and this is how you show your gratitude? Comparing me to those pests?” Surprisingly his hold loosened and you were able to breath normally.

”Those pests you’re talking about would have never turned against you as you did to them!” You snapped when you were sure your heart beat lowered a little, your breathing back to normal again. ”They even died for you.”

”They died for you.” Khan corrected. ”Do you really thin they would have followed me? They were all only here because of you. You were nice to them, you cared for them and I am well aware they would have taken you from me if I would to let them keep their precious lives.”

”You fucking jealous-” You stopped in mid sentence. You just realized what he was on about. Would it really be that he was jealous and worried you would have left him? There had never been a conversation between you and the group of people that had companied you on this quest where they would have tried to recruit you and leave Khan. ”You, you were jealous?” You wondered out loud. Khan scoffed and rolled his eyes. ”Then again, I would have left you when the time was right.” You joked with a serious tone. You gasped as Khan lunged at you, he took a hold of your shirt’s collar and pulled you up the pillar, his face inches away from yours as he growled, ”You are not going anywhere if I have anything to do with it.” You went to correct him but Khan pushed you against the pillar to shut you up. ”You are mine, I am your captain, I am your commander and you are part of my crew. And that is final!”

”You idiot really thought that was the plan?” You mocked, but not amused at all. You were still pissed at him for getting your friends killed and for attacking you. ”They never said anything of that sort, and besides, they were willing to become part of your crew!”

”You think I would have taken them to my ship?” Khan brought you closer. ”I wouldn’t have them near you. Not even if they were on the other side of the galaxy.” Shit he was getting possessive of you. You couldn’t help but hiss at him, ”You’re insane.” Khan smirked at that, his hold on you softened only slightly, but not enough for you to break free. ”And yet here you are.” Before you could come up with a sassy or snarky comeback, Khan leaned forward and crashed his lips on yours. You tried to push him away to which Khan found humorous recording the smirk that spread on his lips, and he nibbled at your lower lip. You wouldn’t give in to him, you were still pissed at how he treated you and deceived you so you denied his access to your mouth.

Khan parted your legs by pressing his knee in the between of your legs, putting pressure on your womanhood which made you gasp. Unfortunately you opened your mouth and Khan taking the opportunity, shoved his tongue in your mouth to wrestle with yours. You tried to get him off, but he took the dominance in everything he did and you were left to submit to him, which you did not do so subtly. You tried to keep control of the situation, but failed when Khan lifted you higher, your legs in the air hanging above the ground and you were left with only one option, to cling on him like your life depended on it.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, your legs doing the same on his waist. You hang on to him, his hand around your waist and the other burying in your (h/l) (h/c) hair. His strong form was all over you as you were all over him and you let the kiss last long enough, until Khan pulled away to gasp for air.

”Khan, we have a mission.” You gasped, but it was hard to concentrate on talking when Khan went to suck your neck, lick, nibble and lick the sweet spot that made you almost moan. You were to climb off of him, your legs separating from his body but with Khan’s next move he made it clear he wasn’t finished. He pushed you hard against the stone wall behind you, your body trapped between him and the pillar and Khan gave you no space to use to get yourself out of his arms, not even inches were between your bodies.

”We finished it already.” He reminded you with a low growl. His voice had become raspy from lust, maybe it had been all your fighting that turned him on and so did you fighting back.

You could feel a bulge pressing your  crotch as Khan pushed closer towards you, you also couldn’t help it this time and moaned out loud wantonly. This amused Khan and he went grinding you repeatedly. His tight black clothes didn’t help the situation at all, you were able to feel all his muscles with your bare hands and as your thin, tight black clothes that matched his gave you no protection from his thrusts. Your flesh was starting to grave for him, tingling around the spots that he touched and you hadn’t even realized you had lifted your legs around him once again.

Khan was no occupied with your collarbone, doing the same he had with your neck. You became frustrated with his acts as he played you like an instrument. He declined you of any kind of chance of fighting him off, since he was practically all over you. He had you pressed against a wall.

”I’m not going to do this while in middle of a mission.” You muttered. You gripped the back hair of Khan’s trying to pull him away from you and he did, but for his own doing, smirking at you like a bastard he was and purred, ”But you are.” His cockiness only brought you more disturbance and you really wanted nothing more than to hit him, and then maybe fuck him. He had woken your lust and there was no denying that.

”Get off of me, Khan! Right now!” You ordered him, but knew it would have no effect on him which was proven when Khan grinned at you, chuckling. He did look quite handsome, you did have to give him that. Those cheekbones and that black hair with some loose strands hanging over his forehead and that mouth of his. Those lips you wanted on every part of your body.

Your expression had softened just when Khan leaned in, but this time he nuzzled your neck, his arms around you, hugging you while you were clinging on him with all your fours. And with a soft but daring tone he almost whispered, ”Not yet, I have a point to prove.” You froze for a second, not sure what to say to his sudden soft approaching, just holding on to him, your fingers gripping his shirt, your head on his shoulder.

”That point being?” You finally asked.

”That you are indeed mine.” He breathed out and you gasped. He was, undeniably, very possessive.

A Love Across time Part 6/14

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

Anonymous Request: Idk if you’re taking in request but i have one of you could possibly do a reader X Bucky ? She has cosmic powers and can show a universe in her hands and one day he was testing her limits and she went back in time to the 40s ?

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The three of them made their way to the second hand store. Steve had given Y/N one of Sarah’s long jackets to wear to the store so people wouldn’t stare at her attire the whole way there. Once they were in the store their noses were assaulted with the strong smell of sweet perfume and cigarette smoke.

“Hello there! How may I help you three?” An older woman at the counter called over to them.

Steve coughed from the smoke and the perfume and Bucky looked around at our surroundings unsure.

“I uh, I guess I need a dress.” Y/N answered

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SoMa Week Day 1: Geeking Out

omg I don’t even know what this is BUT I DID IT AND NOW IT’S HERE. This is weird cracky nonsense that is in no way based on my real life in any way whatsoever. Enjoy, maybe? I’m going to try and do multiple prompts this week I SWEAR.

◦°˚\(*❛‿❛)/˚°◦SOMA WEEEEEEEEK

The air in Death City smelled like ozone and rain. Maka frowned up at the gray clouds billowing overhead – the city only got a handful of thunderstorms during the rainy season, if they got any at all, and it was pretty late in the year for one. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the clouds cooled everything down, but even though they blocked the chuckling sun, the humidity was still murder. Sweat clung to her brow with nowhere to go and her pigtails hung limply on either side of her head.

With one last scowl at the sky, she stomped into Deathbucks and breathed an immediate sigh of relief. The AC blasted her with cool, dry air and it felt amazing. She stood in place and let other people move around her for a full minute before she reluctantly went off to find Soul.

Even her weapon’s standout looks were lost in the crowd of DWMA students that milled about, occupying nearly every seat and sipping on concoctions that looked far too complicated for Maka’s taste. What was so wrong with regular old strong-enough-to-kill black coffee? Ew, that girl’s blended-whatever was green.

At long last, she spotted Soul sulking in the corner with his laptop, his expression as bored as always while he stared at the screen. At least he’d used his patented “fuck off forever” look to save her a sliver of seat next to him.

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anonymous asked:

Wow bruh. Anywho, do you have any tips for someone who is trying to practically explore their gender identity but is also effectively broke?

Totally! This works for questioning, non-binary, transgender, and tons of other types of people. Sadly, I can only give help to the DFAB (designated female at birth) friends. Here’s some quick tips for now:

  • Cheap binders: Old, tiny sports bras layered over each other. If you have cheap control top tights, cut the crotch out and the legs off. Arms through leg holes, head through crotch hole, and you’ve got a binder in a pinch.
  • NEVER USE ACE BANDAGES. They will damage you.
  • Long hair? No problem. A low ponytail is always an option, but if you want to go with a short haired look there’s a few options.
          + Use a short wig that you have for cosplay.
          + Play around with ponytails, wig caps, and pins until you can              make it lay flat. Then slap a beanie on it.
  • Alternative: Be like me and literally chop it all off.
  • Add a beanie to everything it makes it look better.
  • Baggy clothing helps conceal curves and bumps.
  • Packing technique: Put on a pair of women’s undies, then a second pair right over that. Stick a wad of socks between the two, looped together like you do when you put them away. Boxers over that are optional.
  • Need clothes? Ask any male friends that you might have or beg your siblings for leftovers.
  • While Salvation Army is SHIT as an organization, the stores usually have the best prices if you need cheap ass men’s clothes. I comfort myself knowing that their services are actually going toward helping LGBT youth when I use them. Goodwill is hit or miss, sometimes WAY too expensive (by which I mean $10).
  • If you have a chance to go shopping with someone who is paying for you, push the boundaries. Try to find clothing that is ambiguously gendered or just from the other section.

Now for some suggestions that cost NOTHING!

  • Play with pronouns. See what feels the most comfortable. It is 100% okay to change from day to day and take a long time to figure it out. I’ve been at it for 4 years and I’m still not quite sure.
  • Play with names. There is nothing wrong with keeping your name. Nothing. Your name defines you. If you feel uncomfortable with your name, try some new ones. Again, it’s okay if it takes some time to figure this out. I’ve been using Riley for years, but I’m more comfortable using Ri or Ryan right now. It happens. Go with the flow.
  • Destroy the idea of gendered things. You are who you are. If you feel masculine just wear what makes you comfortable. At the same time, it’s okay if what makes you feel comfy is traditional as well. Just be comfy.
  • Flow like the wiiiiind. Things change. Be open to that.
  • Talk to friends/likeminded individuals. It’s important to have an accepting community.

If you have any questions that haven’t been answered, send them to me! I have 4 years of experience with gender shit. Let me make it easier for you. <3

RWBY volume 4 toughs in all

OK!! i know RWBY VOL4 isn’t finished yet and that i don’t do a lot of RWBY reaction but I’ve seen so many bad comments about this volume that irked me so much that i couldn’t stand it anymore. *WARNING* this is going to be kindof a little bit long.

So lets get started.

First point: VOLUME 4 is an transition volume.

obviously it is,the whole point of this volume was to let the time for team RWBY to calm themselves down and chill a little bit after what happened at the end of volume 3, and not only for team RWBY but RT TOO, they’ve lost someone important and at the same time needed to work things out whit the story and the new animation program, they all needed an break and especially time to get used to things. Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang and much more they have lost too many dear people and needed time to focus on who they are because their whole world for each of them has been shattered. AS for the lack of the presence of the MC’s in this volume(who is actually false) it’s was an great opportunity for RT to not only introduce other characters but also to develop others and giving them some more screen time and back story, while slowly developing our favorite girls in the background. Guys we still have a lot of volumes left so what’s so terrible on having one of those many volumes focusing on other characters, sure it’s slow but have some of you ever think that all of this was intended?  like i said all of this is just transition and transition’s don’t always need to be fast. I personally will admit that, even without VOL4 i wouldn’t miss much of the plot, however think about it, you’re sitting there watching team RNJR enter mistral and then you see qrow walking and preparing an plan to mistral whit the rest of the team or either i hope not RNJR entering mistral sad and gloomy because of qrow/Nora/Ren’s death, seriously you’ll be like “OMG WHAT HAPPENED” “WHY IS REN/NORA/QROW DEAD” “WHAT IS QROW DOING HERE” or even “WHAT IS YANG DOING HERE, HOW DID SHE GOT THAT FREAKING ARM WHY IS SHE SO MATURE NOW WASN’T SHE SUPPOSED TO BE DEPRESSED” “ WHAT IS BLAKE DOING WHIT SUN, HOWWWWWW” do you understand too many holes will be left behind, TOO many question’s will be asked and RWBY only has 12 chapters volume and each of them aren’t that long. RT won’t have any time to answer all of them and i think it was an sage decision to show at least the most important part of their journey to mistral in an WHOLE volume.

Second point: RUBY

if i had to make a comment on each CHARACTER, i would never finish whit this post. So i’ll only take her for the moment and make another post for the others because i think that she’s the most misunderstood of them all.


I’ve read a lot of comment about of how ruby like yang began to use too often her semblance or how she became weak in fights……. well that’s pretty clear, she just lost her self-confidence, she began to doubt about her actions, herself and her competence, thinking in a way like blake that she’s putting her friends in danger.She also feel cupid guilty about pyrrah’s death, she thinks that if she had been faster she could have saved pyrrah and for me it’s an valuable reason to make her depend this much on her semblance out of guilt. if some of you didn’t realized it,roman in VOL3 final had not only beaten her physically but also mentally, ruby is the always cheerful go-lucky girl and when something sad or bad happens she just shrug it off and try to see the good side of it and simply run away from the harsh truth,a truth that roman forced into ruby’s head making her see things differently now and to be honest, this scene was sincerely bitterly sad and in a way brutal considering it is ruby.Also, there is something I reproach to ruby’s character, her lack in physically strength. not only is she depending on her semblance now but she also depend too much on her weapon, without it she just isn’t the strong ruby anymore, she’s just becomes an plain girl whit only her semblance left, semblance that she use to escape in that case and GOD i wanted her to grow out of it,unlike yang and blake whit close combat or even in a way Weiss whit her summoning semblance well ruby can’t do much without her weapon i don’t know if she will in the future but i hope RT will reconsider it and give her a kind of bonus. In all, ruby is only changing and i think that whit all that’s going on and her new powers it’s too much for her to handle right now and only time will actually tell us more about ruby’s character development.

Third and final point: please for Monty’s sake stop bad mouthing Miles and Kerry’s work.

it’s already pretty bad that they’ve lost Monty and they still need to figure out how to continue without him. but they’re still here despite the lost trying to make us fan happy while trying to comfort us. Of course their work won’t be the same without him but to go as far as badly criticized it is too…mean not only to them but to the whole RT. I personally don’t know how they’re dealing whit the bad criticism because i wouldn’t be able to handle this. i’m not telling that the whole fandom is putting their work to waste, NO!, don’t misunderstand me i’m actually talking to the few that are actually doing it instead of enjoying the show in all. Bad and good volumes can exist and a lot of people already mentioned it whit volume 1, however in this case, for VOL4, i think that some people should have been more gentle and subtle whit their comments. After all everyone has the right to give his point, they just have to pay attention to what they say and how they say it.

In all that was what i wanted to say, *sigh* it’s finally out of my chest,lol.

No but seriously guys, whit all those events the RWBY fandom should have been more united than it ever was and not only between fans but also between us and RT. i’m apologizing in advance if in some way i’ll or I’ve hurt someone in a way whit this pots I’ve just wanted to give my toughs and this should not be taken too personally. If I’ve also said some serious BS please warn me directly ^^’.

Hope some of you enjoyed and understood.

have a nice day/night/afternoon! :D

Requested: Nah

Warnings: Swearing + Luke is a jealous nugget so he scares people away

A/N: ANOTHA ONE! I’m such a hoe for badboy!5sos Lmao, this is once again for @hopelessash, y'all should take part in the sleep over, it’s fun af (im in a huge writing mood for blurbs lately) x

Badboy!Luke had always liked Y/N. Him and Y/N had been friends ever since primary school which never changed. They were close still but not like they used to be, they occasionally said ‘hi’ to eachother and had small talk, which they were both okay with. “Hi Luke,” she smiles at him as she walks down the corridor to the next lesson. “H-Hi Y/N,” he stutters, his best friend Michael sniggering at his dopey-ness. Giggling at the blonde, she continues to walk down the corridor, Luke keeping his eyes on her whilst Michael pokes fun at him. “Dude, I’m taking the piss out of you, listen!” Michael exclaims, catching the blondes attention despite him wanting to focus on Y/N. “You’re so whipped for her, why not just ask her out, I mean look at her, she’s so easy to talk to!” He states, making the boy turn his attention back to his crush who’s now talking to another boy, that’s neither friendly nor someone he likes. Calum Hood was captain of the football (soccer [for y'all Americans]) team and he was not a fan of that clique, particularly Calum. He never really knew Calum, but he knew enough to dislike Calum. Now Calum had a good heart, but with bad intentions sometimes, but overall he was a good person if you really knew him, like the way Y/N did. Calum liked Y/N, he liked the way she saw the good in people, but he’d already had his chance with her, but he was rejected. He asked her out on a date, but Y/N wasn’t looking for a relationship at the time and had no interest for dating or going on dates. Luke thought that Y/N still liked Calum due to her having a crush on him at the beginning of the first year in high school, she never really told Luke that she got over Calum quickly and had moved onto someone else. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Luke hisses, leaving Michael behind and stomping up to Y/N and Calum who are now both in a fit of laughter. “Calum,” he snarls, sending shivers down the brunette’s spine. “I just realised we’ve got lessons next to each other, so I thought I’d go with you. Alone.” Luke emphasising the last word, shooting holes into Calum’s forehead. “Y/N and I were just talki-” “Yeah well, so were we before you came along, have a nice day Hood.” Luke sarcastically smiles, putting his arm around Y/N’s shoulder and practically pulling her away from Calum. “Luke, what the-” “Why are you always with him?” Luke huffs, cutting her off as they walk to the classroom together, Luke removing his arm from her and shoving his hands in his pockets. “Because he’s my friend!” “So am I, you spend more time with him than you do with me!” “Calum and I are close, we always have been since the first year of high school, why do you care so much? I talk to you whenever I see you.” “Well maybe you don’t see me enough.” “What do you mean? You’re always with-” Once again he cuts her off, frustrated that he can’t say what he wants to say. “Maybe because I care about you more than a lot more people do, maybe I see you as more than a friend but I know we’ll never be because you don’t see me that way, or maybe because we don’t talk much anymore. There are so many reasons why I care Y/N, and you still like Calum, that’s another reason-” “I what?” Y/N snorts at the boy. “You like Calum?” He furrows his eyebrows, unsure why she’s laughing. “I like you, you potato brain.” It was a joke that they had began as kids, and they had both remembered when Y/N said to Luke as they played in the park. “Please repeat that again and tell me I’m not dreaming?” He states, with wide eyes. “You heard me right, Hemmings’. I like you, more than a friend. You, not Calum.” “Michaels right, I’m so fucking whipped.” He mumbles before crashing his lip onto the girl that he’s been waiting on for more than 5 years.

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eruri + 12? :)

who tf is eruri

(when you thought i was asleep) - send me numbers + ships

Levi knows Erwin will survive this, at least for now, but he’s not sure how he will. He should have been there, and his inability to reverse the clock is gnawing an angry hole in his stomach.

Erwin has been awake four times since losing his arm, and Levi hasn’t missed one. He tells Erwin he was just popping in each time, but there has always been something in Erwin’s eyes that knows more than he’ll let on. Levi wonders if anyone else can see it. He wonders it a lot, in fits of strange possessiveness that flare up whenever anyone else tries to tidy up the room. Levi leaves the changing of bandages to Hange, who knows better than him what to do, but everything else feels like his.

Levi always watches Hange attend to what’s left of Erwin’s arm and he knows he wouldn’t have minded the blood. Not this time. Not for him.

The morning stretches into afternoon and Levi thinks Erwin might wake soon. Levi believes it is something about the few hours the sun is completely visible over the walls. It stirs Erwin, and every day Levi lets himself feel hope when the sun’s rays climb in full through the window. There is no dust to catch the light.

There is two of them, but Levi feels alone without Erwin’s voice, his eyes, the smallest movements that mean he is alive, even for one more second.

Levi is seated at Erwin’s bedside, in an uncomfortable wooden chair he’s growing too used to. Levi has seen Erwin sleep a few times before, small moments where he’d steal into Erwin’s office only to find his head resting sideways on his desk, a pen still in hand. Levi would watch him for as long as he dared, until the moonlight shifted behind him and redefined the sharp lines of Erwin’s face. He could never go without leaving some trace of himself behind, a reorganized desktop or a hand ghosting over Erwin’s hair, a strand or two sticking out of place.

Erwin looked young then, but this is different. He looks hurt. He looks hurt and tired and changed beyond what Levi can fix.

He should have been there.

Something painful has been bubbling in his chest for a week and Levi thinks he will break if he doesn’t do something about it. He needs to hit something, to be hit, anything for release.

“I love you,” Levi says into the silence and loneliness, and it has the same effect.

The second word comes out in a tremor, and Levi clenches his fist in his lap.

Moments pass, and Levi feels like he can breathe again until Erwin exhales in a long sigh, his face gradually coming to life.

“Shit,” Levi whispers, and Erwin’s eyes blink open hazily.

“Levi?” Erwin says. His voice sounds like it’s coming from miles away.

“You bastard, were you awake the whole time?” Levi asks, suddenly afraid. He shifts to the front of his seat, closer to Erwin and closer to fleeing.

“No, just…working on it.” Erwin uses his remaining hand to shift himself up on the pillows, slowly working toward a more dignified position. “Waking up’s been a process.”

“Guess it’s all the drugs they got you on,” Levi says, his tone higher than usual.

Erwin’s gaze is clearer now when it falls on Levi. He already knows the answer to the question before he asks it.

“I don’t suppose you heard–”

“I did,” Erwin says, and there’s something unguarded in his expression that keeps Levi from looking away no matter how much he wants to, no matter how loud his heart is pounding in his ears.


There is a knock at the door. 

“Pixis,” Levi says quietly, relieved and irritated at once. “He wanted to set up a meeting with you, I took care of it figuring you’d be awake around this time. But I can tell him to fuck off if you want.”

“No,” Erwin says, the softness in his voice reaching his eyes. “Thank you. You’ve done everything just right.”

Levi wants to mumble something about how it was no big deal, but he doesn’t trust his voice to make it past the knot in his throat. 

Erwin’s still looking at Levi when he calls, “Come in.”

prompt by oliviaheardy: Destiel/High School thing where they go out through the woods to look at the stars because Dean likes to take pictures and they end up admitting feelings for each other please with fluff fluff everywhere

“Dean,” Castiel grumbles, nearly slipping on some wet leaves underfoot, “We’re in the middle of a forest at night; this is where people go to get murdered.”

If it were light enough, Castiel is sure he would see Dean eye rolling, “Oh come on,” Dean huffs, “it’s hardly a fucking forest. It’s just a couple of trees on a hill, that’s all. Stop being so dramatic.”

Castiel wants to ask why they’ve drove for god knows how long just to come to a random hill filled with trees but he knows Dean’s answer will just be ‘so I can take pictures, you asshole’ so instead he just mutters to himself, “You won’t be saying I’m being dramatic when someone jumps out at us with an axe.”

In truth, Castiel isn’t being difficult for the sake of it, it does look any old person might jump out behind a tree at any time. They’re in the middle of a forest (Castiel still stands by the notion that if there are more than ten trees it’s a forest) and it’s late into the night. Who knows what kind of people will be hanging around in here, especially seeing as it’s in the middle of nowhere.

Dean stills in his tracks to turn around to face Cas, lifting up his torch so the light hits under his chin, making him look ghoulish as he states ominously, “I’ll protect you oh precious one.”

“Shut up,” Castiel says, hoping to sound like he’s scolding, but it doesn’t quite work out that way because he’s too busy smiling at his best friend’s dorkiness.

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Listen Here, Shithead; I’d Rather Be Severely Sick in Bed with You Than a Healthy Motherfucker With Anyone Else

|Hey sweeties! (ω︶) I’ve been feeling really under the weather (cool way to say I’ve been feeling like shit) lately. So naturally, my heart and brain produced this lovely (or at least I hope it is) piece of serenity for yoouuu (and me lol). (Oh, and on another note, I’ll be posting all the requests and stuff later! I just really wanted to post this now, because feels and loveliness.) Alright, I really hope you enjoy this! (As always, feedback and requests are extremely, beyond appreciated ♥) I love you all so much asdhfklkdhfl (˘˘)|
♥ Chris Evans x Reader ♥
//no warnings. just ya know, prepare to feel things.//

   You groaned for the millionth time that day, putting your head in your hands and began rubbing your temples, as if it could seemingly make all your responsibilities disappear. At the moment you were seated at the kitchen’s island with papers and pens scattered in front of you, papers which you very well have to take care of, and yet you just couldn’t seem to concentrate. You peeked between your fingers to check the time on the kitchen’s wall clock: 5:45 pm. ‘Chris’ll be here soon,’ rang your thoughts, urging you to do anything but the things you are supposed to.

   You raked your hand through your hair and smiled for the first time today, thinking about Chris and his laugh, his dorkiness, his way of speaking, and well- Chris. Chris was finally coming home tonight, with no interruptions from his work life. At least for now, that is. You know and have memorized his hectic schedule, you know sometimes you won’t hear from him due to shooting/press conferences, you know every single thing that comes along with dating him, but that never stopped either of you. You made it work, and though sometimes perseverance wasn’t enough, love was, which is what really helps both of you thrive.

   Tonight is Chris’ long awaited homecoming, and as much as you insist on believing that’s why you can’t focus, you know it’s not. If it was you’d be excited, but recently you’ve just felt tired. “Tired,” you exhaled as you got off the island stool and began gathering your papers and pens. “That’s such a problematic word,” you chuckled to yourself while shaking your head, “But I can’t seem to find a better word to use.”

   After successfully putting away all your clutter, you decided you should start cooking by now, so you quickly put on your apron and began tying your hair in a high bun. You laughed a little when you saw your husband’s matching apron, yours says ‘Kiss the cook’ while his says ‘No, don’t kiss the cook, she’s mine’. It was a gift from the gang, given with lots of excited smiles and sweet hugs and congratulatory jokes on your wedding day, which was two years ago. You smiled as you remembered all sorts of memories together since that day and memories from that day.

   When you had gathered all the needed ingredients and set them up on the kitchen counter, you nodded your head and started cooking for your beloved. ‘Chicken soup,’ you thought to yourself with a nod as you began chopping all the vegetables needed. He loves it when you cook, he can cook too and he does, you just cook more frequently. Hence the aprons insinuating you’re the main cook. You’re not the main cook because of some sexist ideal, you’re the main cook because you live for the look in his eyes when he sees you cook and when he tastes your cooking. You live for it. He just looks like a 2 year old on Christmas morn, and then he looks up at you with nothing but love, appreciation, and gratitude. And also, he only knows how to cook a handful of meals, so that’s another reason.

   You had got so lost in seasoning the meat that you didn’t hear Chris come in, until you heard him call your name from the kitchen’s doorway. You immediately whipped your head around to face him, and wooh boy- no- no that was a- that was horrible idea. Because when your vision wasn’t black anymore, you were on the ground and your body was aching, Chris knowingly right in front of you, always to your rescue.

   It was another bad head rush. “(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you okay?” he said, panic lacing every word. You didn’t respond right away, rubbing your eyes in attempt to make the head hammering disappear, and he understood it was a severe head rush. He pulled you to his chest and hugged you tightly, while kissing your forehead. “(Y/n), honey don’t tell me this isn’t the first time you’ve had one of those this past week,” he closed his eyes shut, scared of the answer yet he’d already known it.

   He loosened the hug to look at you, “No?” you answered with a confused, hesitant face. This was your ‘I’m not very sure what I should answer, fuck’ face.

   And Chris would be scolding you right now, but after a couple seconds of him suppressing a rising laugh, he couldn’t hold it in and you both started laughing. “You look like you’re seriously constipated when you do that,” he laughed.

   Now you were both just smiling from ear to ear at each other, your hand reaching up to cradle his cheeks and his eyes never leaving yours. “I love you,” you said as he leaned into the warm hand you placed on his cheek.

   “And I love you,” he kissed you on the nose. “But what I don’t love is my (y/n) getting sick,” he said with his eyebrows knitted. “You’re burning up! C’mon, let’s get you in bed,” he said getting off the floor, carrying you bridal style.

   “Wait, wait, let me wash my hands,” you said remembering you had just been seasoning raw meat. Chris smiled and set you down, watching as you washed off the raw meat smell. Examining you now, he could see the tiredness in you, your under eyes dark and puffy, your cheeks and nose pink, and your breaths were hot, constant, and calculated, almost forced, sometimes coming out a whimper. ‘Fatigue,’ he thought to himself. ‘She’s been up late again, probably hasn’t slept for days,’ he sighed knowing why. ‘Her insomnia bug is back at biting her again,’ he shook his head remembering all the times you had gotten really sick because of it, hence why he recognized all the effects on you.

   You nodded your head, signalling him to come over to where you are at the sink, and he did as told. You moved your hand in a movement signalling for him to lean close to your face, then when he was close enough, you rubbed the soap water on his right cheek and laughed. “C’mon, I got the smell on your cheek a while ago,” you managed to wheeze out between giggles.

   He wrapped his strong arm around your waist, and you didn’t have any time to react before he had already wiped his cheek against yours, getting soap water on you as well. You looked at each other and both broke out in giggles. Just minutes ago you felt like death, and now you feel more alive than life itself, and so did he. No matter what circumstance, you could cheer each other up. You could be in a goddamn hole getting buried alive, and you’d still both find something to be happy about, and that was each other. You both find the key to happiness in each other’s eyes, and that’ll never go away.

   You both began to wipe off the other’s cheek after rinsing it, and then he picked you up again and brought you to your shared bed. After tucking you in, your eyes widened, “Chris, Chris no, what about dinner?” you asked him.

   “Don’t worry, I’ll continue it,” he smiled, making you close your eyes and smile with ease. He began searching through a drawer to find medicine for fatigue to lower your temperature, and to prevent a sore throat. After setting said medicine on the nightstand, he sat on the bed and began caressing your cheek. “I’ll be right back with some warm tea,” he said and kissed your forehead as you nodded in understanding.

   He picked up your apron that had been tossed on the floor and smiled.


   “(Y/n), honey, the soup’s done,” he whispered as he wiped your hair out of your sweaty face. You had fallen asleep after drinking half the warm tea he had brought previously, ‘Which is a good sign,’ he smiled at the thought of you healing.

   You sat up slowly and began rubbing your eyes, “Hmm? Oh- oooh,” you moaned having smelled the welcoming aroma of chicken soup. Your hair was a mess and you could hardly keep your eyes open, but you tried to, making Chris chuckle.

   “No, don’t force them open,” he giggled at your continuously opening and closing eyes. “Just relax,” he kissed your cheek and you smiled sleepily. He gently took the scrunchie off your right wrist and began tying your hair into a bun.

   “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice dry, so he handed you some warm water. “Thank you, again,” you sheepishly smiled, making him mentally awe at you. He’s so prepared, you could ask for a cat, and he’d probably reach into a doctor bag and take one out.

   He began wiping the sweat of your face and neck with a hand towel. “Here, face your right,” he directed, handing you a bottle of Gatorade for you to drink, to which you smiled another ‘thank you’. Once you had done what he said and your back was fully facing him, you took your shirt off instinctively and he began wiping the sweat off your back. Once he was done, he put some Vick’s on the back of your neck before finally securing the hand towel to cover your whole back and slid your shirt back on.

   Usually, you would be protesting his diligent care, hating to feel helpless, but right now you were too far gone to protest anything. Chris smiled as you sighed with a smile at the cold feeling on your neck, and turned you back to your original position. He took the now half empty Gatorade bottle and set it on the nightstand, before tucking you in so you could sit comfortably against the headboard.

   You looked up at him, your eyes now no longer protesting, and smiled in adoration as he smiled at you the same. He pulled the comforter over your body, and set the meal tray in front of you. He picked up the soup bowl and began to feed you, blowing every spoon before putting it in your mouth. You smiled widely at the deliciousness. You had always believed that anyone could be a good cook, as long as you put your heart into what you’re cooking, and soon Chris believed it too.

   After you had had enough to eat, he changed your clothes, wiped off your sweat, and spread Vick’s on the tension points of your back, the space between your collarbones as well to help unclog your nose. He gave you one last mug of warm water, and tucked you in so you could finally get some rest. He cradled your cheek in his hands, while you both indulged in the feeling. He looked down at you with nothing but love, and you looked up at him with nothing but love.

   He had already changed into sleepwear as well and was sure ready to climb into bed with you, he leaned in for a goodnight kiss but you covered your mouth. “Ah, ah, ah! No kisses Chris,” you whined and he whined as well. You’re both whining. “I don’t want you to get sick because of me, c’mon, Chris. I don’t want to be the cause of any of your troubles.”

   He furrowed his eyebrows and brought your hands away from your face, “Hey, hey,” he urged you to open your eyes. “Listen here, shithead. I’d rather be severely sick in bed with you than a healthy motherfucker with anyone else, okay? You will never, ever be the cause of any my troubles, (y/n),” he told you sternly but smiled right after.

   “Language, Captain,” you said, as you smiled and held his face in your hands, both of you chuckling now.

   “Now give me a kiss,” he closed his eyes and pointed to his lips like a two year old, making you giggle. You initiated the kiss, but he obviously directed it, seeing as you hardly had any energy left.

   After the long awaited kiss he smiled and climbed into bed and cuddled you, giving you another kiss. “I can’t believe our first kiss in weeks was that pathetic,” you laughed into his chest.

   “Hey, that wasn’t pathetic,” he snuggled into you more. “I love all the kisses we share, so long as they’re shared with you,” he smiled down at you, making you redder than you already were.

   So maybe being sick isn’t so bad after all, just as long as you’re with him.


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All Work & No Play

Another unfinished fighting Tayvin fic by @ttaybigailaf and me that may or may not have been prophetic. This one is actually finished for the most part, we just never got around to finding a good way to close it up. It doesn’t read as if it’s unfinished though, so let us know what you think.

Taylor leaned over Adam’s shoulder for the third time in the last hour, kissing his cheek and wrapping her arms around him. He brought his left hand up to hold one of hers while he edited the track on his computer with his right hand.

“Are you done yet?” She whispered, kissing him again. Instead of responding, he played the track again, making a face when it reached the point that he’d been trying to fix up.

“Not yet, babe. This fucking track is going to get done if it’s the last thing I do,”

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They Call Them Trinity - Chapter 10

Hello sweet Kartoffeln! Chapter 10 is here. This is a fairly cheerful SFF (right?), SFW, 3,868 word chapter, proofread by the always excellent hartfic

Read chapter 9 here

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“Tin can shooting challenge?” He says, smiling with all his teeth.

Grace thinks about it for a minute, and shrugs saying “Well, I’m taking my horse for a ride out of town. She’s been at the stable for too long… you can join me. And we can even play fetch if you want.”

“Jesus, wait a second!” Chester shouts as his horse struggles to keep up with Ty.

“C'mon! Ty has been locked up for too long! And so have I.” Grace didn’t need to encourage her mount to go faster. The animal was just so happy to stretch her legs that as soon as they reached the fields outside San Francisco, she just bolted ahead and they nearly lost the sheriff.

He defiantly digs his heels into the sides of his horse and does his best to keep up with her, but Grace and Ty seem made of the same substance - moving in perfect unison towards a bunch of tree in the distance.

When Chester reaches them, Grace is on the ground, gently patting Ty’s neck before letting the horse roam around.

“You leave him trotting around like that?” Chester asks as he dismounts, and ties his horse to the trunk of a tree.

“Her.” Grace corrects “Yeah, she deserves a bit of freedom… she never runs away.”

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30 Day Cheesy Tropes Challenge

Prompt 16: Seven Minutes in Heaven

Knocking on Heaven’s Door

Castiel had already broken up with Dean three times, and every single one was because of the same reason. Knowing he had to keep at least a little bit of self respect, though, the blue-eyed Novak had promised himself that the last one was final. No one had believed him, they kept on saying he’d always go back to Dean, but it had already been two months.

Of course, that didn’t mean he hadn’t seen Dean. Because everybody was right in one very specific point: Castiel couldn’t stay away from the older Winchester for too long. He’d – more or less – accidently hear Dean talking to his friends about going to the movies, and Castiel just had to ask Jo to go with him.

The Harvelle girl was his best friend. Castiel had met her through Dean after their first break up – she worked at a bar he loved –, and ever since they had been inseparable. Jo knew everything going on Castiel’s head, and sometimes that was utterly disturbing, but it also meant he could talk to her about everything.

As far as he remembered, the first thing he had been brave enough to tell her was the reason as to why he and Dean had split, which was because Dean know how to act like he had a boyfriend. Castiel loved him with all his soul, and it wasn’t as if Dean pretended that the raven haired didn’t exist in school, or when there were other people nearby; no, the problem was that Dean didn’t treat him as his boyfriend: he treated him as his hook up.

They would go to the movies once in a while, maybe have dinner together, but it always ended in sex. And Castiel didn’t care about it, because sex with Dean was simply amazing. What he did care about, though, was the fact that the blonde would never stay the night, or anything. As soon as they were finished, Dean would find some kind of excuse to ditch Castiel, and he hated the feeling of seeing him leaving yet again.

That specific day Castiel was feeling like dying, for the simple reason that he heard from Michael, his older brother who played at the school’s team, just as Dean, that the Winchester was attending Kevin’s party with Lisa Braeden. And what had Castiel been expecting? That Dean would sit around and mope until Castiel decided to take him back? Because of course he had tormented Castiel about it for something like a month.

And it had been so hard to say no…Once Dean had called him drunk. He had gotten out with a few friends, from what Castiel could gather, and he kept on saying how he cared about him, to which the blue-eyed answered by explaining that it was the exact reason why they couldn’t be together: Castiel loved Dean. Dean cared about Castiel.

Once Castiel had been in a relationship with someone that liked him less than he did, and it only served to break him. Dean was the first to manage to break through his wall. The first few months had been like a dream come true, until Castiel said the three magical words. Everything went downhill after that, and he thoroughly blamed himself for it.

“Come on, Cas, you can’t lie there all day,” Jo was telling him, running her long fingers through his hair. It didn’t help. Castiel simply pressed his face even harder into his pillow, whining a little bit at the want to cry. Lisa had been trying to steal Dean from him even before they started dating, and apparently her wait finally paid off.

The fact that Dean was probably only doing it to show him he was really going to lose him this time didn’t help either. In fact, the blue-eyed felt desperate because of that. Was that really what he wanted? Couldn’t he deal with a little bit of uncertainty? I mean, that was Dean he was talking about; when would Dean actually hurt him on purpose?

Sighing, Jo laid by his side. “Look, I know that’s not something I should say, because Dean is my friend too, but if he’s really using Lisa to make you jealous, I think you should do the same, with someone you knew that would hurt him.”

Not wanting to believe his friend’s words – Jo was the nicest person he had ever met! –, Castiel raised his head slightly, only so that they could look at each other. The glint in the blond girl’s eyes said exactly who Castiel should invite and, truly, he didn’t think it was a bad idea. “You know what, I think I just might,” he told her, surprising even himself.


He still wasn’t sure if that was a good idea, but Castiel entered the party anyway, his arm linked to Balthazar’s. Once he stepped through the door, the Novak promised himself that he would act as if Balthazar was his dream guy, and that was exactly what he did, a huge, completely fake – but believable – grin taking over his face.

Balthazar had tried asking him out more times than Castiel had been able to count, and he had been the first one to talk to him when he entered High School. Actually, he tried so badly that once Dean had to almost punch him to leave Castiel alone. Of course, that had happened before the TWI, or Three-Worded Incident, like the raven haired liked to call it.

So it was obvious that Balthazar was the one Castiel should use to take advantage of the situation. Dean became green with jealous every time Balthazar was around, and, for that day, Castiel wanted just that. Kevin came around to tell them the party games would start soon, but that they could enjoy the dance floor meanwhile.

At first Castiel had been a little hesitant on going, but when he saw Dean and Lisa at the corner of the room where the DJ was located, he didn’t think twice before pulling Balthazar towards it and lacing his arms on the other’s neck. Balthazar grinned at him, and Castiel felt a little bad for his actions, but just looked down and recomposed himself.

“I have to admit I was surprised when you called me,” the British started, his hands firmly gripping Castiel’s hips as they almost grinded against each other, following the rhythm of the song. He pointed with his head towards Dean, and Castiel turned around to look, seeing the green-eyed burning holes into Balthazar’s head. “By now everyone was sure you’d have gotten back to him.”

Swallowing and slightly closing his lids, Castiel rolled his eyes. “Dean’s a part of my past,” he remarked, turning back towards Balthazar and making sure to speak on his ear. “I’m looking for something new and exciting right now.” To prove his point, he darted his tongue out and subtly licked Balthazar’s neck, smirking at the shiver he provoked.

Suddenly, there were hands on his shoulder, pulling him away from the British, and Castiel gasped at the movement. He didn’t have time to gather his surroundings before soft, warm, and oh so familiar lips touché his forcefully. Understanding what had happened, Castiel used all of his strength to pull away from Dean, ignoring the flutter in his stomach.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?!” he demanded, running the back of his hand along his mouth to get rid of the saliva and the tingling sensation Dean always left there, a curse Castiel had missed for too long of a time.

As if the answer was obvious, Dean pulled him back towards his chest, his fingers knotted on Castiel’s belt loops. “I think I should be asking that question. What the Hell are you doing, Cas?” the blonde asked, his eyes pleading.

Feeling the air being punched out of his lungs, Castiel shook his head and gave a step back into Balthazar’s personal space. “I’m sorry, Dean, but I told you: we can’t be together anymore. What we had was beautiful while it lasted. It’s over now, though, and you have to move on with your life, just as I’m doing with mine.”

Balthazar decided that was a good time to step in front of Castiel and challenge Dean. “You heard him, Winchester, now go back to your own date and leave us alone,” he nearly spit, a threat in the words that made Castiel look at him with something he decided to call disgust.

Dean met the Novak’s blue eyes for a long time, so long that Castiel had a hard time telling his brain to shut up about falling to his knees and begging Dean to take him back. “After everything, you’re seriously choosing him?” He said the last word with disgust, disbelief. Castiel wanted to explain that he’d always love Dean, but refrained himself, mainly because he could already feel the tears forming in his eyes.

“I’m choosing myself,” he corrected, leaving both of them and run towards the other room. Behind himself, Castiel could hear steps, probably Balthazar’s, and he thoroughly regretted accepting Jo’s suggestion.


Two hours later, Castiel found himself inside the room where everybody was playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Balthazar was nowhere to be seen, and Dean was in the circle, making jokes with Charlie and Ash. The raven haired Novak had decided not to play the game, mainly because he knew only bad things could come from it.

Still, he liked watching it, especially when he could see the glint in someone’s eyes, meaning they had gotten paired with the one they had been expecting. He was so into his thoughts that he took a while to notice Kevin was calling his name. “Hey, Castiel! I said you have to go, the bottle’s pointing to you.”

With wide eyes, Castiel put his hands in front of his chest. “Oh, no, I wasn’t playing, but…Thank you, I think.” He tried turning around, but a chant began, telling him to go and, with a sigh, he decided it was best to finish this once and for all. The only thing he failed to notice was that he had been paired up with Dean.

“Enjoying the single life?” the blonde Winchester asked after what felt like an eternity, but had probably been a minute or two. Castiel had been counting his own breaths to distract himself, and the question took him by surprise, therefore he had to take a second to recollect his thoughts and form a suitable answer.

Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the blue-eyed shrugged. “It’s not like it’s the first time,” he said, realizing too late what he had implied. Biting at his lips, Castiel sought Dean’s eyes, seeing the Winchester nodding and chuckling to himself.

“You know, the worst part is that it’s so obvious you hate Balthazar that I wonder if you’re with him just to make me jealous. Of course, it wouldn’t make sense, because you broke up with me, and not the opposite.” The hurt in Dean’s words had Castiel’s fingers itching to touch him, but instead he simply looked away.

That was so not the right place and moment to have that conversation…Running a hand through his hair, like he did when he was nervous, Castiel said the first thing that came to his mind. “We have talked about this, Dean. You know, better than anybody, that I broke up with you because you didn’t feel the same way for me. I have told you about what happened before, and I simply can’t stand it happening again.”

Dean turned his head sharply, his mouth opening and closing as if he couldn’t decide what to say. “Wow,” was what he decided to go with. “You really think I’d be as low as the bastard who had you pining over him when he only wanted sex? Never knew you thought so low of me, Cas,” he said, his nose twitching.

Indignant, Castiel met Dean’s eyes. He couldn’t believe those were the words he had decided to go with. “That’s exactly what you do, Dean!” the raven haired nearly screamed, throwing his hands in the air. “You only go out with me when you want to have sex, and you don’t even bother to stay the night. What am I supposed to think? That you always have an important appointment? Or that I’m not good enough and sex’s everything I’m good for?”

The tears were already falling, Castiel could feel them on his cheeks and neck, and he hated to cry in front of Dean, so he turned around, putting his hand over his mouth to try and stop the sobs he knew were yet to come. Big, warm hands landed on his shoulder, and Castiel wanted to lose himself into that touch, forget whatever had happened and start over.

Except that he knew exactly where this was going. “Cas, I…,” Dean started, his voice weak like Castiel had never heard. It was too late, though, and the blue-eyed pulled away, taking a few steps back to get away from Dean before he decided to give him another chance.

“No!” Castiel screamed, walking until his back hit the door, Dean still trying to crowd into his space. “I’m tired, Dean,” he pleaded, trying to make him understand. “I’m tired of being used as a toy. I just want someone who can love me back, and Dean, you can’t do that.”

But Dean took him in his arms, and Castiel allowed himself to cry for a while, his face buried into the Winchester’s chest as he ran his fingers through the untamed locks of his hair. “Please don’t make this harder for me,” Castiel whispered, gripping the fabric of Dean’s team jacket, the same one that had kept him warm during endless matches.

Before Dean could say anything, though, the door opened, and Castiel fell on his ass, bringing Dean along. He looked behind himself, his nose and eyes red from crying, and saw everybody looking at them, including Lisa and Balthazar. As quickly as he could, Castiel stood up and ran away, to where there would be no curious eyes.

Balthazar called for him, but Castiel pretended he hadn’t listened. He didn’t stop running until he saw himself in the playground where he and Dean had shared their first kiss. They had been at Kevin’s house to work on a project, and everyone had decided to have some ice cream, the store being in front of the playground, six blocks from Kevin’s.

Feeling cold even with his favorite gray sweater, Castiel hugged himself and sat on a swing, toeing the sand with the point of his dress shoes. He didn’t know how long he stayed there, but he knew exactly whose arms were embracing his waist when someone stood behind him, supporting his chin on Castiel’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Dean told him.

For that moment, Castiel decided to believe him.