more to come of dis new hair

I’m about to ruin your life with this rare pair and some HCs I have for them. I was thinking about KuroKage then BokuKage then I got all the way around to BokuKuroKage and the old me died and a new me was born and I come baring gifts on an OT3 so rare there is next to nothing for it. So Strap in cause if you get hooked this is pretty much all you’ll het for a while (pls someone save me and make some actual content for these angels)

  • Everyone knows Bokuto and Kuroo have a setter fetish, and who do we know is a grumpy, dark-haired, socially-quiet, Setter? AkashiKenma, And hasn’t already decided long ago that dealing with the terrible twosome that is Bokuro is more trouble than it’s worth?  Kageyama 
  • Yeah Bokuto and Kuroo are wild but omg are they super sweet to Kageyama. They give him soft pecks on the cheek and hug him from behind and never let go
  • Kuroo and Bokuto’s favorite thing to do is to catch Kageyama off guard with kisses. One kisses Kags behind the ear, and as he let’s a small gasp the other goes in for the lips. 
  • Also despite months of dealing with this Kags STILL turns the prettiest shade of red
  • Kags and Bokuto on the same college team, guys can you imagine? And cheerleader Kurro goes to all their games and cheers the loudest.
  • Honestly Bokuto and Kuroo both making sure Kags is staying Healthy, Bokuto making sure he never pushes himself too much at practice and Kuroo making sure he’s getting proper nutrition. 
  • And you know Kuroo is an amazing cook
  • Plus Kuroo tutoring Bokuto and Kags( one time Bokuto convinced him to dress nice like an actual teacher and that idea had to be retired quick because it was actually detrimental to Kags and Bokuto’s studies.  
  • Their home life is one big cuddle pile. Seriously Bokuto never lets go once he latches on. He usually starts with one and then eventually pulls in the other and Kuroo and Kags just go with it now.
  • Honestly though how can you resist when Bokuto has those strong arms around you.

Seriously I have so many ideas I can’t even type them all up. I need like 100 fanfics and 1000 pics and all I can do is write up some measly HC’s. Anyway here’s hoping I drag some people into this hell with me.

Seventeen Reprise - Heathers Genderbend AU Lyrics

I’m not going to post I Am Damaged since there’s nothing to change. 

This is the last song so thank you for sticking with me this far! I might do some for the “only Vincent” AU (which I’ve dubbed the Heathers!Vincent AU”) 

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anonymous asked:

For the drabble challenge 14 if you don't mind. I just know that you'll come up with something great.

This one got away from me.  Eh heh.

Take. It. Off.”

“Oh God, you’re wearing the hat again.  Why are you wearing the hat?” Molly asked when Sherlock got out of the cab in front of the bakery.  It was her birthday this time; cake was a thing they were doing now.  A family thing, more for Rosie than anybody.

“People like the hat.”

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continued from here with @killthebxy

            “Nothing will be finished if our new King dies from exhaustion.”

–Sansa teased him, tone light and face as gentle as the first snows, but there was no hiding the concern that dripped from her every word, nor the way her pale eyes took him in. 

His raven hair coming free from it’s restraints, his dark eyes encircled by heavy rings the color of night, he was pale and at that moment, Sansa wished nothing more than to see him off to bed, as she had for Bran and Rickon. To recite one of Old Nan’s stories, and watched as his eyes fell closed. 

It was strange, he was older than her, but sometimes - in moments such as this - it was easy to forget that, it was easy to slip into the role of the older sister. 

As a child, she’d followed in her mother’s footsteps, she’d been cruel, she’d ostracized him, and no amount of time would ever repair that gap between them. You could forgive, but you could never forget. 

She took a few, hesitant steps into his chambers, her hands coming to rest on the edge of the table. 

                               “Sleep, this can be done in the morning.” 

Why would you watch that show only because the character is gay?

Imagine you are a straight girl and all shows on TV are variations of The L Word. All of them. You don’t get overly enthusiastic when the characters kiss because you can’t reflect their feelings onto yourself, but you like watching tv shows, so you watch them anyways. 

But see: 

That sci-fi show with the amazing visual effects? Every character is a women. It’s science fiction, why would they put men in there? Only gay women watch tv, so to catch the biggest audience they settle with casting exactly that. Deal with it.

That crime show that has more than 10 seasons? Sorry, every single investigator is a lesbian. Apart from that one guy. But he is also gay, so sorry, no eye candy for you. Why not look at the women instead? Or why not watch the show simply for the story, don’t be a fake fan.

That lovely rom-com sitcom? That about the dorky woman living in New York with her group of friends, trying to find her true love? Of course there are women AND men in this show, we are progressive after all, we want diversity. The main character has a male best friend. I mean of course he is gay, we couldn’t make him a man AND straight, don’t be ridiculous.

Oh and then there is the most popular show running, the one everyone of every age talks about and judges you if you’re not a fan? Would you believe it, there was a straight guy once, he was there for two episodes. You don’t remember? He was the one baking bread in the backround. The one with short hair but no boobs, so you know he isn’t one of the lesbians? He died. We could have killed everyone of the 10 lesbians and maybe the straight women we put in as funny stereotypes, but isn’t it MUCH MORE SHOCKING if in a family show that gay parents watch with their children and where NEVER anyone dies, the one death we plan happens to be the straight character? Wouldn’t want the children to think being straight might be any fun, you know.

And then someone comes along and tells you: 

Have you heard of that new show? The story is alright I guess, it gets good critics, but listen - I know you are fed up with watching every person portrait in television being female and gay when you just want to see that women who like cute guys like you are included in something for once, so I thought I would tell you about it. It has a straight girl in it, she is only a side character, but in the last episode she flirted with a male secretary. They will probably never actually use the word ‘heterosexual’, but rather call it ‘confused’ or ‘not wanting to label herself’, but she had at least 3 minutes of screen time! Wanna start that? If you are lucky, you might even get to see her kiss a man before they kill her off this time! It’s the best you can get right now.

piyo-13  asked:

1, 2, 15, 18!!

  • 1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing

oh my god. um. in the style of precious things:

“She thinks that if she hears one more time, from a Vice President of any company she’s ever worked for, that she could be more polite, more politik, while they sit around benefitting from her hard work, her ideas, her functional anxiety, that she is going to have to bring a pillow to the office to scream into. Woah, woah, says one of them: I don’t think America hates women. They’ve both just watched the country elect an unqualified man over the most competent candidate in American history and now that man can’t stop falling down a staircase of state secrets. Every time you think it’s going to be over, there’s another new landing for him to come crashing into.

She dies her hair crazy colors that her father hates because she never got to have that rebellious childhood, too surrounded by self-righteous xenophobes to discover her own sense of self or to allow herself mistakes. Too terrified of failure. Late is better than never. Her father wants to know if she’ll ever write. I write all the time, she thinks, but since they’ve also just had a conversation about how he thinks gays should stay in the closet, and how America’s on a grand decline, she also thinks: you’ll probably never read it.”

  • 2. Is there any specific ritual you go through while/before/after your writing?

Precious Things: I lay in bed in a posture that is probably certainly doing bad things to my spine, and I confuse the everloving shit out of Google with my image searches these days. 

YOF: I had a playlist.

When Shit Gets Real: I put my hair in a ponytail. I negotiate with my dog. “Thirty more minutes, okay?”

  • 15. Your guilty writing pleasure?

Maybe shirking other responsibilities or staying in or procrastinating so I can write instead of doing Real Adult Things, because it makes me happier. 

  • 18. How old were you when you started writing?

Elementary age maybe? Internet Writing with a capital I and a capital W was something I started exploring in middle school, though. 

Angel Kisses

Imagine after years of not seeing each other, you show up on Bobby’s doorstep, the only one who knows you are the long lost sister of the Winchesters.

Author: hogwartsismyhometoo

Requester: the-invisible-demigod

Word Count: 3,243

It took all the strength you had to raise your arm. Just that simple motion, the hinge of your elbow coming in so your fist could hover in the air, felt impossibly difficult. Your hand was heavy. Heavier than it had ever been. It’ll be okay, you kept telling yourself. Everything’s going to be okay.

It was Bobby, after all. Bobby made everything a little more okay.

What would he say to you, after all these years? How would he react to seeing you on his doorstep once again? Would he even let you stay? Or would he just slam the door in your face?

You tapped your knuckles against the faded wood. Once. Twice—

The door swung open, Bobby’s face set in an automatic scowl. He had been expecting someone else, it had seemed, because he greeted her with an, “Are you idjits gonna—” Then stopped.

For a second, you thought some sort of hex had been cast on him, because he froze. He didn’t blink, didn’t breathe. Only his eyes moved, darting up and down your body, taking you in. He drank in every single atom, from the top of your head to the soles of your dusty shoes, as if he wouldn’t ever get a chance to see you again.

You decided it would be best if you spoke first. “Hi.”

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September 15, 4022- First Birthday in a Castle

Our birthday here was amazing! The cake was large! It was a nice break from mourning. Our village had been attacked by pirates. No one survived.

I’ve tried to write about this so many times. I think it’s ok now. Prince JJ’s wife was there. Her name was Isabella. She had short black hair and a smile like the sun.

They actually got married on the day of the attack. He still had us. So many had come and gone these past months. Some ran away. Many died from the shock of a new environment.

Kyo, Seung-gil, and I were the only ones still kicking. The new ones were nice. They looked up to me.

Anyways, Michele and I were 13 now. He would become an official member of the army. I would have more responsibilities.

I hope Prince JJ is in the mood for a song because I feel like singing so badly. If not, I shall find a place in one of the gardens.

So I did sing to JJ. Christophe was there too. It was only different because I was performing in front of someone new, the youngest Prince.

He had been bedridden since we got here and was walking about. He asked me to show him to the dining room.

“It’s silly. I’m a Prince here, and I have no clue where anything is anymore.”

“You must be the youngest. I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Prince Guang-Hong.” I bowed low.

He guesses correctly that I belonged to Jean. A moment later, all Princes and the King were in the dining room. I was invited to stay and sing for them. Christophe was the one who brought it up.

Things turn around quickly. I couldn’t be sad anymore in a place like this. My new home. I was treated fairly. My Prince allowed Guang-Hong to have me for the night. I sang him “I’m Falling in Love with Someone” from Thoroughly Modern Millie.

According to his Nurses, it was the first night in a long time he hadn’t shivered in his sleep. I was glad to help. Seung-gil entered the room in the middle of my song and laid on my lap. I fell asleep sitting up that night.

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coming back home || kurtbastian

Kurt knew that he was luck to be back in his home. After spending nearly five years on the island, Kurt was beginning to think that he would need to spend the rest of his life there. So he was more than relieved when he saw that freighter near the island. Kurt could’ve done without all the attention he got after coming back but it was expected - he pretty much came back frmo the dead and people had a million questions and wanted to just spend time with him. One thing Kurt wasn’t talking about was what happened on the island. He could talk about a lot of things but that wasn’t one of them. Kurt wasn’t ready. Not yet.

Once he got cleaned up - long hair and a beard wasn’t something Kurt could pull off, even if the beard wasn’t as thick as it would be on other guys - and had a new wardrobe, a welcome back party was arranged for him coming back. His father was against it initially, but Kurt felt like he needed it. Kurt needed to have one more night of having nothing to worry about before going off on the mission his mother left before she died on the lifeboat.

It didn’t take long for the party to be in full swing, with people making good use of the pool and the nearly endless supply of alcohol. Kurt stayed by the poolside, watching the others as he sipped on a glass of champagne. He recognised a few of the people here, but none of his really close friends. They would be here but Kurt just hoped they showed up sooner rather than later.

The Next Chapter #3 - MMFD Fanfic

Rae pulled up outside the chippy and parked Kareem’s car. She was still a bit uneasy on the road, but Raven was a pretty decent driving instructor and she managed to get herself to places she needed to go.

After the accident where Chloe almost died, Rae didn’t think she would ever want to drive, but Raven was a pretty persistent person and usually got what she wanted.

Nervous was an understatement, but she was also very excited. She wondered if Chloe would look different, more grown up. Rae did.

After leaving BU Rae had needed a change. She cut her hair clear to her shoulders and although she initially regretted the decision, she had come to love her new do. It made her feel free. A feeling she had grown to love more than anything in the world.

“You can do this Rae, Chloe loves you” she said to herself before getting out of the car and walking towards the chippy. She had built this moment up in her head. She envisioned walking into these doors to a welcome home party once she had graduated from Uni. Instead she would be walking into a shit storm of her own making. The thought alone made her want to cry.

Mentally preparing herself, she opened the door and walked inside.

Chloe was sat exactly where Rae expected her to be. She was sitting in the same spot she was the night before Rae left town and a sudden warmth filled Rae for a moment. Nothing and everything had changed and the thought was both comforting and frightening. She looked up at the sound of the door closing with tears in here eyes. Rae had expected to find anger in those eyes, not sadness.

“Hiya mate” Rae said cheerfully, hoping to break the tension. No such luck.

Chloe stood as Rae approached the table and threw her arms around her best mate. They hugged for what felt like an eternity, only breaking away when Chloe was ready.

“You better have a good excuse for ignoring my calls Rae, you got ten seconds to explain” Chloe sounded like she was half joking, half serious as she wiped away the tear that fell from her eye. “I’ve missed you so much” she added at the end before sitting down and folding her arms over her chest.

Yup she hadn’t changed. Maybe she looked a bit taller, a bit thinner if that were even possible, and a bit older, but it was the same spitfire Chloe that Rae has always known and loved.

“Chlo, I wanted to call you a million times, but I just had to figure some stuff out and I know that makes me a shitty mate. I am sorry. I came home to see ya, to be with ya. I’m home for good Chloe.” Rae was calmer than she thought she would be. Maybe it was the way her mom had reacted to the truth, maybe it was what Kester had said last night. Whatever it was worked because deep down Rae knew that Chloe was going to be happy for her. Was going to accept her decision and was hopefully going to help her with Jack.

Chloe sat shaking her head as if to say ‘That’s not enough Rae, keep going’ and so she did “I left Bristol in January and moved to London with a friend. Uni just wasn’t for me and I was scarred that you and everyone would be disappointed. I met this gal Raven in a record store and it turns out she owns her own record label. Long story short she offered me a job and I took it. I was dying to tell ya, but I just needed to make it work first. I didn’t want to give my hopes up. So I moved in with Raven and started working on a new idea she had for the label. At first I was a bit scarred because I didn’t quite know what I was doing, but she wanted to start a new radio show that was sort of like a phone in service. People phone in the songs they want to hear and we play them. It was going okay, but then I thought about how much I missed my mates and my home and then it came to me. "Jack’d Up” a program where people can call in and tell us about their problems and the mad stuff going on in their lives. Then we would find a song to help them get through it. Raven loved the idea and so we started developing it. It was an overnight success which was great, but it was missing something. I wasn’t happy. I loved doing it, but I felt like I was running away from my own problem while trying to help other people with theirs. So I told Raven I needed to come home and she said that Jack’d Up would run from anywhere as long as I was involved. So she is running it while I figure some stuff out.“

Rae took a deep breath and grabbed Chloe’s hand a bit confused when she started to laugh. She suddenly felt so silly. Silly for thinking she had to do this all alone. Silly for not trusting her best mate.

"That is great Rae, I’m really happy for ya. I’m happy that you are doing something that ya love. I’m happy that ya left Bristol if you weren’t happy. I’m happy that you are home. I’m just not happy that you’ve treated your mates so poorly. You really messed up this time Rae. You know I love you and I’ll always be here for ya. I forgive ya, but I don’t know about the rest of the gang. They’re really mad Rae. Especially Finn. He really needed you and you weren’t there. After all he’s been through, I don’t know that he will ever forgive you Rae.”

“What do you mean everything he’s been through? Last we spoke he told me not to call him because I didn’t want him to come and visit me at uni.” she exclaimed. Rae was a bit confused. Yeah he had a little fight with Finn and yeah she ignored his calls for a bit, but she was home now and she could explain it all to him and he would have to understand. He always understood Rae even when other people didn’t.

“You mean you don’t know about his Dad Rae?” Chloe sounded shocked. “Finn told us that he told ya and to not mention it to ya again. He’s gone completely mental. Shagging any girl that throws themselves at him and drinking every night. He hardly even answers the telly anymore. Archie is rightly pissed at him and at you.”

Rae winces thinking about Finn with other girls. Thinking about him shutting out his friends. What had she done?

“I don’t know anythin’ Chloe, I haven’t spoken to Finn since December. What is wrong with Finn’s Dad?” she asks not sure she wants to know the answer.

“Maybe you should talk to Finn, Rae. Call him or go over to his flat and..”

“Tell me Chloe, tell me now. What has happened” Rae almost choked on the last word. She can’t imagine anything bad having happened to Finn’s dad. He was the chillest and nicest parent she knew.

“Alright Rae, but don’t go telling Finn that I told ya. His dads got the cancer. He’s been doing really good though.” she said trying to sound optimistic. “The doctor says that they caught it early and that he’s likely to be okay. But, Finn just isn’t handling it too well. Keep harping on how he’s lost everyone he loves. Never mind that his best mates have been here for him the entire time. I reckon he’s just scarred but is acting like a total knob head.”

Oh no, poor Finn. He’s already lost his mum, his grandma and now his dad is sick. Could this have been what he wanted to talk to her about in December? Could this have been why he needed to see her? Because he thought he was loosing her too?

“When did his dad get sick, Chloe? Like when did Finn find out about it?” Rae asking knowing the answer already.

“Oh, I don’t know Rae, sometime before Christmas I suppose. When he found out you weren’t coming home he said he was going to go see you and talk about it. But then that fell through and he just kind of rent off the rails a bit.”

Great. Now not only was she a shitty friend, but she was a shitty person too. Just because they broke up doesn’t mean that she still wasn’t in love with Finn. She would always be in love with him. Now she just had to hope that it wasn’t to late to make him realize she still cared. She still wanted to try. Still wanted to be there for the only man to ever understand who she was deep down. She needed to fix things.

Her mom would have to wait. Rae needed to find Finn.

Pushing out her chair, Rae stood up and told Chloe that she needed to find Finn.

“But, wait. I still want to know more about your radio show and how you’re here and what’s going on with you. Plus I haven’t even shown you a photo of Eddie yet” Chloe grumbled knowing she had already lost the battle.

“I’m sorry Chloe, I promise we will catch up. I will call you as soon as I find Finn. I just need to see if he is alright. I didn’t mean for him to think I didn’t care.”

Chloe smiled a little bit and stood up. “It’s okay Rae, go. I will call the gang and let them know you are home. Maybe tomorrow we can get together. Chop and Izzy have been wanting to tell us some exciting news, but insisted the whole gang had to be here.”

“I love you Chloe, thank you for understanding and for being you. I’m so sorry I messed things up Babe.”

“Go before you make me cry again. Try the garage before you try his flat. He spends most his time there since his dad has been ill. Phone me later.”

“I will” Rae said over her shoulder as she walked out of the chippy.

What was she going to do? How was she going to explain to Finn that she didn’t mean to ignore him. If he would have just told her, she would have been there. She would have cancelled her trip to Tunisia.

That was the most frightening thing about Finn. She would go to the ends of the earth to make him happy. She just didn’t realize that all he needed to be happy was her to be a good friend.

Pulling up outside the garage, Rae’s palms were sweaty. How was he going to react? Was he even there? All the unanswered questions were enough to drive her mad. She hoped out of the car on a mission. She had to face this head on. The fear was only in her head and she knew Finn. She loved Finn. The last thing on earth she should be scared of was him.

“Hiya, is Finn here? She asked the middle aged man standing at the front desk. He looked a bit familiar, but Rae couldn’t place where she had seen him before. He must be new working at the garage.

"Uh, I think he’s out back working on his car, can I let him know who’s asking.”
Rae had a feeling that if Finn knew it was her, he may refuse to see her. Or at least that was the vibe she got from Chloe.

“Can I just go on back? I know where it’s at.” he looked about to shut her down when she said “I’m an old friend back from Uni and I want to surprise him”

That seemed to do the trick because he nodded, lit a cigarette and turned his back to the new customer who had just came in.

Mission one complete. Find Finn. Mission Two, beg for forgiveness starts now.

Rae walked out the back of the garage, feeling emotional being back. It had been so long since she had been here, but it felt like yesterday. She remembered hanging out here yapping her head off about music while Finn worked on cars with his dad. Sometimes when his did left early Finn would try to teach her how the engine worked, but she was never paying much attention. She just liked listening to him speak. He always sounded so confident when he was speaking about cars or music. She missed him so much.

Finn was bent over the hood of a black car with a cigarette in his mouth and a beer in his hand. He look a bit puzzled and lost in thought. He must not have heard her walk in because when she said “Hey Finn” he jumped and hit his head on the hood of the car.

Turning around so quickly she’s surprised he didn’t get whiplash, her eyes met his and it was like someone had punched her in the gut.

He was as beautiful as ever, in a not so beautiful kind of way. His hair was shorter than the last time she saw him, but it was a bit unkempt and swept down into his eyes. His face was a bit dirty, no doubt from wiping the heat of the day off with his oily hands.

A longing grew inside her that she hadn’t felt since before she was accepted into Uni. She wanted to go to him. To tear the nasty cig from his mouth and replace it with her lips.

She wanted to drag him to his flat and have her way with his body until the early hours of the morn. She wanted to hug him and kiss him and tell him that she loved him now and forever. She wanted to tell him that while she could have stayed in London or went anywhere in the world to work, she chose Stamford, because she chose him.

She wanted to say all the things she had been wanting too since they last spoke, but she didn’t. What she said was, “I heard your being a knob head wanker to your mates and we can’t have that now Finn Nelson, can we?”

Really? Everything she wanted to say and that is what came out? She insults him after complete silence for five months. Good Job Rae. If you looked up idiot in the dictionary you could expect to find “Rae Earl” written below.

He looked as if she slapped him, but before she could say anything else he turned back to the car and said “If you were one of my mates I’d see how you’d care, but seeing as your just some girl I used to date, I don’t think its your business anymore now is it.”

Ouch, that hurt. Just some girl he used to date? She knew he was trying to hurt her and deep down she knew he didn’t mean it, but all her insecurities came floating to the surface. The bubbled up threatening to take control and make her run away, which is an emotion she promised herself she would never allow to take control again. She wasn’t a runner any more. She was a fighter and just because she took some space didn’t mean she deserved to be made to feel like she didn’t matter.

“I know your rightly angry with me Finn, and I don’t blame ya. But, I think we should have a proper chat if you could spare a few moments. I think we both owe it to ourselves to fix what’s broken between us, and…”

“Piss off Rae, I don’t have time to listen to what you have to say. The only thing I owe myself is another beer and a hot shower. I’m done cleaning up the things you break” and with that he turned and walked away.

Finn fucking Nelson was out of his bloody mind if he though Rae was giving up that easy. If he thought that throwing low blows at her would cause her to turn away. She had changed. She was better.

She march behind him, picking up the pace as he walked the two blocks to his flat. She caught up right as he walked into the door and followed him as he threw himself up the stairs.

“Finn, please listen to me for a minute. Please, I’m sor…” she reached for him, but he jumped away from her hands and backed farther away from where she stood.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry and think that it will fix things. If you were sorry, or if you cared, you would have picked up the phone and called me. You would have answered when I called to apologize for hanging up on you. You would have written me back after all the letters I sent. You wouldn’t have left me feeling like I lost you forever because of a stupid kiss. You told me you forgave me and that you wanted to be friends and then you just… you just….” He turned towards her now and the look in his eyes told her she wouldn’t be winning this battle until he calmed down.

There was no anger in his eyes, no hurt, no pain. They were just blank. Flat. Dead. They were the eyes of the boy she met during her first year at college. They were the eyes of a stranger who wanted nothing to do with the fat girl he saw in front of him.

That is when she broke. When she let the emotions of a sixteen year old frightened girl take over and she began to sob. She covered her eyes and sat down on the futon that she used to love. Sh allowed herself to feel the emotions. To let them pass. He was silent and she’s not sure how long she cried, but she would be damned if she was leaving this place without speaking her mind. She wasn’t running. She was never going to run again.

“I’m taking a shower and then going to the pub. You know where the door is at” Finn said turning around and taking off his shirt right there. Through her tears Rae could see a small tattoo on his back, but couldn’t make out what the words said. It made her feel like she didn’t know this man.

Sure she loved Finn Nelson for as long as she could remember, but this man in front of her. The one with the cold hard eyes and the tattoo on his shoulder, he was not her Finn. He had changed. And whether it was because she left him, because she treated him so poorly or because his losses had hardened him, she was determined to stay. To get to know him. To find off if he was truly gone forever or if he could still love her again.

Finn closed the bathroom door behind him and before she could stop herself Rae stood up, wiped her eyes and followed him in.

“What are you bat shit crazy, girl?” Finn yelled covering himself with a towel.

She ignored his insult and said “You listen here Finn Nelson” averting her eyes from his groin, now matter how much it killed her to do so.

“I made a mistake. I shut myself off from everyone because I thought it would be easier than telling everyone the truth. I’m sorry that it hurt you. Yes I AM SORRY. I am sorry that you felt betrayed, but if you would have just spoken up about your dad. If you would have just told me the truth instead of begging to come see me. If I would have know then I would have…”

“What, Rae? You would have what? Let me come because you felt sorry for me. Came home because you felt obligated to me.” he yelled. “What would you have done? I wasn’t going to force ya to want to be my mate. You made it very clear that you had no time for that and I wasn’t going to make you want me, by telling you my dad was dying. I wanted you to want to see me because you cared.” his words slowly became less angry and more sad. “I don’t blame you for not caring Rae, I just can’t let myself think that you care again, just so you can go off to Uni after summer is over. It isn’t fair to me. I’ve had a tough time letting you go, but now I have and I need you to let me. Let me go Rae” a small tear escaped from his eye and before she knew what she was doing, she wiped it away pulling him to her. It was selfish. She knew it was. Maybe she should let him go.

But she had let him go once before and he had come back. Now it was her turn. Her turn to come back to him.

“Oh Finn, ” she said stroking his cheek and placing her forehead against his. “I’m not ever leaving you again. I promise. I’m here now, and I need you. I need you like you need me.” she slowly moved her face closer to his as she spoke. The words came so naturally.

“What do you mean you are never leaving” he said, sounding angrier than he did when he just yelled at her for leaving him. Can she catch a break. “What are you even doing here?” he said pulling away from her.

“I have a lot to tell ya Finn, but right now I just need you to put some clothes on because I can’t think clearly with you all naked and such” she blushed attempting to turn away when his arm caught her and forced her back. This bathroom was really too small for the both of them.

Finn pulled her into a hug and before she realized what was happening she felt his fingers on her back. I guess he hadn’t changed as much as she thought he had.

Could this means he has forgiven her? It can’t have been that easy. She still had so much to tell him and they had so much to work through.

He was just beginning writing the third word when the front door opened, startling them both. 

“Finn, are you ready to go yet, love? I’ve been needing a drink for hours.” said a voice that Rae didn’t recognize. Before she knew what was happening Finn grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into the shower. Thankfully it wasn’t on yet.

“Shh, just stay here for a moment while I sort this out” he said and before she could respond, he walked out of the bathroom, closing the door. To be continued, she thought to herself.

A little bit annoyed, and confused her mind wandered to the words he was writing on her back. “I. W.A.N.T. ….” He wants what? She thought as she listened in on the conversation Finn was having with the mystery women.

“Look, its just not a good time now Darcy.” he said sounding a bit out of breath.
Was this one of the many girls Chloe said that he was fucking? A rage of jealously welled up inside of Rae and she had to talk herself out of barging out of the bathroom and telling Finn where to stick his “I wants”.

She came to her senses before she did, thank God, as she was not Finns girlfriend, she had been MIA for a long time and it was really non of her business what was going on.

That didn’t stop her from listening to the reply from the women who sounded like she was royally pissed. “You said last night to come by at four so we could grab a drink. What is with you Finn. One minute you can’t keep your hands off me and the next, I have to beg you for your time. I’m tired of your mood swings.”

“Isn’t everyone” he said with a chuckle and before she could comment he told her “Look, I just don’t think I’m ready to date quite yet. I know I told you we could give it a go, but I’m just not quite sure it’s a great idea. You’re great and everything Darcy, but I just…”

“Fuck you Finn. I spent three weeks wasting my time on someone who is so stuck on on some stupid girl you can’t even get hard.” she spat. Wow she was pissed and Rae was a bit please.

Thinking of Finn with other women was fun, but Rae felt a bit proud that he never seemed to have that problem when he was with her.

“I’m sorry Darcy” Finn said sounded a bit relieved. Rae heard the door close, but stayed in her current hiding spot, lost in thought.

It wasn’t until Finn was standing in front of her, in nothing but a towel that she came back from her head.

“You having performance issues Finn” she laughed not being able to help herself. She took one step out of the shower when he put his hand on her shoulder and a bit forcefully pushed her back into the shower and against the wall.

“What do you want Finn?” She shyly asks her mind focusing on the unwritten letters on her back. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you…” she gasps at the sound of the words she’s been dying to hear “…wet.” he finishes and before she realizes what is happening Finn turns on the shower.

Freezing cold water covers them both and Rae lets out a scream before trying to shove Finn out of her way to escape the cold.

“And that’s what a girl gets when she questions a mans performance,” he chuckles.

This is what Rae needed. Yeah she is cold as hell and she really wanted to kiss him. She could shag him right now without a second thought. But what she really needed was her friend back. The rest could wait.

“I was only going by what… um darcy was her name right. Yeah what Darcy was saying.” Rae said and once again tried to push Finn out of the way. She was shaking now, but he still wouldn’t budge.

He turned the knob on the shower and before she knew it, the water was warm and the bathroom was starting to fog.

“Come on Finn. I’m fully clothed and not needing a shower, let me out.” Rae pleaded.

“But don’t you want to know what I want, girl?” Finn smoothly said putting both his chiseled arms on the tile at the side of her head. She was trapped and she wasn’t complaining.

“Tell me Finn Nelson,” Rae said, trying her best to sound a bit seductive. She may not have much experience with men, but she knew the look on Finn’s face extremely well.

“How 'bout I show ya,” he said dropping his hand to his towel. With one flick of his fingers, the towel hit the floor and Finn’s performance issues were no longer in question.

Rae swallowed the saliva which had filled her mouth and before she could say a word his mouth was on hers.

Nothing in the entire world had ever felt so right. Sparks flew, birds sang and the world lit up around her, igniting a passion she had long since forgotten.

Before she knew what had happened, her clothes were off and there was nothing between them but the water than was washing them both clean of the past. Wiping away the anger, the hurt and leaving them bare.

This was home Rae thought as Finn reached over and shut the water off. This is where she belonged.

Finn grabbed Rae’s hand and pulled her out of the shower and towards his bed.

“But, we’re all wet” she said as he came back to her mouth.

“That’s the idea he said” Reaching around to run his hands through her short hair. “I like your hair Rae, you’ve never been more beautiful than you do right now.” He said causing her knees to buckle, which was all the incentive he needed to push her onto the bed.

Before she could blink he was on top of her wrapped them both under the covers as he kissed down her neck and to her breasts.

Rae was lost in a heavenly bliss when all the unanswered questions came to her mind. She tried ignoring them and pushing them away, but she couldn’t focus on anything else.

Were they okay? Did he forgive her? Were they together now? Did she even want to be together? Who were these other women? How many of them were there? How was his dad doing? How was he doing?

She was about to grab him and tell him that they needed to stop. They needed to talk before they did something that couldn’t be taken back. Before they had sex and blurred the line of their already confusing relationship. Everything was happening so fast that her head was spinning.

But, before she got a chance to say anything the front door burst open. Chop, Izzy and Archie all came in and stopped dead in their tracks.

“Bloody hell, Rae, what are you doing in Finn’s bed? And why are you…”

“Chop, get the hell out of here” Finn said, coming out of the covers, causing Izzy to jump up in down in excitement.

“Oh Chop, look they are together again” she said clapping her hands and pulling on Chop’s jacket. She looked so excited that Rae couldn’t help but grin a little bit. Izzy was so adorable.

Thankfully Rae was covered by the blanket and when her eyes met Archies, all thoughts of modesty or embarrassment fled. He looked so hurt. So sad. He turned around and walked out without a backward glance.

“Shit” Rae said and reality came crashing down on her.

She still had a lot of fixing to do. She still needed to talk to Finn about her future, their future and she still needed to fix things with Archie.

“Hiya Chop, hiya Izzy.” Rae said pulling the blanket a bit tighter against her chest as Finn repeated his earlier sentiments to Chop.

“Can you both get out of here so I can at least put some bloody clothes on.” he spat annoyed that our moment had been interrupted.

Izzy gave Rae one more giant smile before grabbing Chops hand and pulling him into the living room.

“You really need to lock your door” Rae said playfully as Finn stood up and pulled on a pair of shorts.

“Yeah no kidding” he said not meeting her eye. “I’ll grab you some clothes seeing as yours are all wet”

He began searching through his drawers and pulled out a pair of her old bottoms and the Blur shirt she left behind when she left Stamford. He tossed them on the bed and headed into the living room.

What crawled up his ass, she thought. A bit annoyed at how cold he was being. Moments ago they were about to reintroduce themselves to each others bits and now he wouldn’t even look at her.

Rae was mentally and physically exhausted. Her mom was probably wondering where she was, Archie was pissed and Finn was acting border line bipolar.

This day needed to end, and soon. Rae wasn’t sure how much more she could take. In the span of a few hours she felt every emotion under the sun and all she wanted was to close her eyes and take a rest.


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Contest Entry #1

Title: Angel Kisses

Author: hogwartsismyhometoo

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Word Count: 3,277

It took all the strength you had to raise your arm. Just that simple motion, the hinge of your elbow coming in so your fist could hover in the air, felt impossibly difficult. Your hand was heavy. Heavier than it had ever been. It’ll be okay, you kept telling yourself. Everything’s going to be okay.

It was Bobby, after all. Bobby made everything a little more okay.

What would he say to you, after all these years? How would he react to seeing you on his doorstep once again? Would he even let you stay? Or would he just slam the door in your face?

You tapped your knuckles against the faded wood. Once. Twice—

The door swung open, Bobby’s face set in an automatic scowl. He had been expecting someone else, it had seemed, because he greeted her with an, “Are you idjits gonna—” Then stopped.

For a second, you thought some sort of hex had been cast on him, because he froze. He didn’t blink, didn’t breathe. Only his eyes moved, darting up and down your body, taking you in. He drank in every single atom, from the top of your head to the soles of your dusty shoes, as if he wouldn’t ever get a chance to see you again.

You decided it would be best if you spoke first. “Hi.”

He didn’t return your weak smile. You didn’t blame him. The last time you spoke, you’d said some things you wished you could take back. Once you’d gotten some distance, you realized he’d only been trying to protect you. But by the time you’d worked up the courage to pick up the phone, he’d stopped calling. He’d given up on you. That was four years ago.

Bobby licked his lips and swallowed hard. His voice sounded wearier since the last time you’d heard him, older, scratchier. “You cut your hair.”

You weren’t sure what you’d expected him to say, but that wasn’t it. Your hand went to your bob. You’d cut it after you left, died it black, and gave yourself bangs. You’d given up your old life, your childhood, for something new. You might as well do it right. You’d kept it short ever since. It was more practical for what you did.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Long hair gets in the way.”

Bobby nodded. “Right. So, uh, you’re still doing that, huh? You’re still—”

“Hunting?” You finished for him. “Yeah.”

“Right, right,” he said again.

“Do you mind if I come in?” You asked hesitantly.

He jumped, as if he were startled by what you’d said, but he stood aside. “No, no, come in.”

The house looked exactly the same as you’d left it: dark, dusty, cluttered, and cramped. The air conditioner seemed to have broken again, except this time you weren’t around to fix it, so the windows were flung open. Papers fluttered in the breeze, sliding off the desks in graceful arcs. You saw sketches, old texts written in Latin on yellowed paper, half-crumpled recipes and letters that never got finished. You thought the number of empty liquor bottles that multiplied since you’d left, but it was possible you were just remembering wrong.

“Can I get you something to drink? Water, iced tea—”

“A beer would be great,” you said. “If you have any.”

He frowned at you, then turned away, rubbing his beard. “Right, you’re twenty-one now. I forgot.”

He shuffled to the kitchen and retrieved two beers. He popped the tops off, handed one to you with a trembling hand, and sat stiffly in the chair opposite you.

“How long are you staying in Sioux Falls?” He asked, though he kept his gaze fixed on the label of his bottle, picking at it with his thumbnail.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “A while.”

“What brought you here? A hunt?”

“No, just giving myself a little vacation.”

“And you came here?”

You shrugged, taking a sip of your beer. The bottle slipped in your hand, sweat and condensation mingling. “I just drove and ended up here.”

There was a long and awkward silence, neither of you looking at each other. Instead, you focused on the scratches on the table, the whir of the oscillating fan that did nothing but blow the hot air around a little, the hum of the refrigerator.

“I can fix your air conditioner while I’m here, if you like,” you offered.

Bobby shook his head, almost imperceptibly, and flicked a bit of sticky label off his finger. “No, it’s your vacation. You should relax.”

You sighed and set down your beer bottle, a little harder than you would’ve liked. Bobby looked up.

“Bobby, I’m sorry,” you said. “I’m so sorry for running out like I did.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

“No, I do,” you insisted. “You were only trying to protect me, I see that now. I acted like an immature little brat, like some kind of rebellious teenager, and I wish I could take it all back.”

“You wanted to hunt,” Bobby said simply. “I get it. Hunting’s in your blood, girl, I should’ve told you that long ago.”

“Yeah,” you said. “You should’ve. But I also could’ve been more understanding.” You leaned across the table, folding your sweaty arms in front of you. “Why didn’t you tell me what actually happened to my parents?”

“I didn’t want you getting mixed up in that crap,” he mumbled. “You were young and you had your whole life ahead of you. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I can handle myself,” you said. “The difference between your parents dying in a car crash and getting mauled by werewolves is pretty huge. I deserved to know the truth.”

When Bobby didn’t say anything, you continued, quietly, “I still don’t know the truth.”

Bobby sighed and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “You’re right. I know you’re right. What do you want to know?”

“Everything. Tell me about my family.”

Bobby slid his beer out of the way so he could face you properly. For the first time since you’d arrived, he looked you in the eyes. “Your mother’s name was Katherine. Katherine Winters. She and your father had a one-night stand while he was in town on a case. She got pregnant with you, but never told him. When you were just a year old, a werewolf killed her. A couple of hunters got to it before it could kill you, too. She didn’t have any living relatives, so your father got custody.”

“But he didn’t keep me.” You were unable to keep the hurt from your voice.

Bobby shook his head. “No.”


“He didn’t think he could raise you right, not while he was hunting. He gave you to me. I think you know the rest.”

You clenched your hands into fists, knuckles turning white as you dug your nails into your palms. “Why didn’t he ever visit? Why didn’t he call? He may not have wanted to raise me, but he could’ve been at least a LITTLE involved.”

“He didn’t want there to be any chance of you getting hurt. Frankly, I’m glad he never came around. Trouble followed him around wherever he went.”

Bobby’s use of the past tense caught your attention. “Went?”

Bobby bowed his head reverently, closing his eyes. “He died,” he mumbled. “A few years ago.”

You suddenly found that it was very hard to breathe. “How?”

“Demon.” He didn’t seem to be capable of anything more.

“Bobby, I’m sorry,” you said again, in a whisper.

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did, and I REALLY shouldn’t have stayed away for so long. You’ve been nothing but good to me. I’m proud to call myself a Singer.”

He looked up at you with a watery smile, tears pooling in his soft eyes. “Y/N, you are the best surprise that’s every happened to me.”

You reached across the table to take his hand, and you squeezed it tight. You sat like that for a while, both of you quiet. At some point you decided to speak again.

“So my entire biological family is dead.” You meant to phrase it like a question, but you already knew the answer. Or you thought you did.

“Not exactly.”

“Brothers,” you muttered to yourself for what felt like the hundredth time. You shook your head a little and continued to pace back and forth. “I have brothers.”

“Half brothers,” Bobby grunted, peering through the blinds at the car lot. “And they don’t exactly know you exist, either. Your father was careful to keep you from them.”

“Because they’re hunters?”

“Because they’re idjits.”

You smirked. Bobby must’ve really loved these men to call them that.

“What are their names?” You asked him.

“Sam and Dean.”

You raised your eyebrows at the back of his head. “Winchester?”

He whipped around to face you, so fast you heard his neck crack. “You’ve met?” He sounded panicked.

You shook your head. “No, but I’ve heard of them. I met this other hunter while I was on the road, Garth? He said he knew you.”

Bobby nodded.

“Anyway, he was telling me about a bunch of other hunters he’d met, and Sam and Dean came up, just in passing.”

“Okay, so now you now. You’re half Winchester.”

“What was my father’s name?”


“Was he a good hunter?”

Bobby looked back out the window. “Yeah, he was. He would’ve loved you.”

A car engine rumbled outside, crescendoing as it neared the open window. You caught a glimpse of an old, black car before it disappeared from view. The driver killed the engine, and seconds later there was a knock at the door. Bobby answered it.

“Bobby! Hey.” A tall man with short, messy, dirty blonde hair and green eyes to end all other green eyes gave Bobby a hug. He towered over him and didn’t seem to notice you standing just feet away, even though you were clearly staring. “Good to see you.”

“Dean,” Bobby said, grinning at him. “Where’s your brother?”

Dean jerked his thumb at the door. “Fighting with Cas.”

“Cas is here?” Bobby said, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, he popped in as we were pulling up. He, uh, landed on Sam’s lap.”

Bobby snorted, though you weren’t sure why. This whole conversation was a little confusing.

Dean finally noticed you, and his eyebrows furrowed together, though he was grinning. “Hey, didn’t see you there. I’m Dean.”

“Y/N,” you replied. “Nice to meet you.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset,” you heard a deep, gruff voice say. A significantly shorter man in a white shirt, blue tie, and a trench coat strode through the open door. He had dark brown hair that was ruffled from the wind and a kind face. “My aim can be a little off sometimes, it just happens.”

“You have a phone for a reason, Cas.” If Dean was tall, this man was giant. He towered over the other three, mouth set in an angry, thin line. His hair was brown and thick and long. He crossed his arms over his flannel, plaid shirt and stared the man in the trench coat down. “You could use it once in a while, warn us when you’re coming. Then maybe we can avoid what just happened out there.”

“When you idjits are done fighting, there’s someone I’d like you to meet,” Bobby said.

You forced yourself to smile at the three of them, though your face felt like it’d break in two from the effort. The giant man in the plaid grinned at you warmly. The man in the trench coat’s mouth fell slightly open when his gaze fell upon you, but he didn’t say anything.

“Y/N, this is Sam and Dean Winchester,” Bobby said. “And their friend, Castiel.”

“But you can just call me Cas,” the trench coated man said quickly.

“Sam, Dean, Cas,” Bobby continued. “This is Y/N Singer.”

Sam and Dean turned to face Bobby, eyebrows raised, faces contorted into identical expressions of shock. Cas continued to stare at you, but when he saw that you’d noticed him, he looked down at his shoes.

“Singer?” Dean said incredulously. “As in Bobby Singer, you have a relative you never told us about?”

“Actually, I’m not related by blood,” you jumped in. “But I may as well be. He’s raised me since I was one.”

You didn’t think their eyes could get any wider.

“How the hell haven’t we met you before now?” Sam asked.

“John wanted it that way,” Bobby said, sounding tired. “I made sure she was never around when you came.”

“Hold up, Dad knew about this? About her?” Dean was almost shouting now. “What does this have to do with him?”

Bobby opened his mouth, but no sound came out. You decided now was the time to speak.

“Apparently John Winchester was my father, too,” you said, voice shaking.

It took a while to clear things up, but an hour or so later, all five of you were sitting around the kitchen table, laughing, fresh beers in hand. Sam and Dean couldn’t resist touching you every few seconds, nudging your elbow with theirs, ruffling your hair, hugging you. They immediately accepted you as family, and it took everything you had not to cry. You’d never been so happy.

Only Cas remained quiet. He spent his time in silence, staring at his untouched beer bottle, as if he were memorizing the nutrition facts, or staring at you. You couldn’t tell what his deal was, and thought maybe that’s just how angels were. You’d never met one before, so you didn’t have anyone to compare him to.

A long while later, after the sun had set and the stars were starting to poke through the velvety blackness, you volunteered to take the trash out. You just finished tying the bag and had thrown it into the bin when you heard the screen door bang shut.

“Oh,” Cas said upon seeing you. He shifted around awkwardly. “I didn’t know you were out here.”

“Yeah,” you said, offering him a half grin in the hopes of lightening the mood. “I’m taking the trash out, remember?”

“I’ll just—” He started, turning away.

“Wait,” you blurted, and he looked back at you in surprise. “Stay out here with me.”

“Out here?” He repeated. “With you?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come on, I don’t bite.” You hopped onto the hood of Sam and Dean’s Impala and patted the spot next to you. “Sit.”

Cas walked over, slowly and stiffly. He gently lifted himself onto the hood of the car and sat there, straight as a rod. “Dean won’t like this,” he said.

“Dean’s not here.”

You waited for Cas to say something, but he only seemed interested in staring at crowd of broken cars in front of you both. His eyes were oddly still, as if he were forcing himself not to look at something. You took the time to study him, the strangeness of him, and you suddenly became very aware that you were alone.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you said softly.

“I find the act of speech exhausting.”

You smirked. “No, that’s not it.”

“How can you tell?”

“Because you haven’t been able to look me in the eyes once since you got here. Come on, what did I do? Did I say something? Did I take the Lord’s name in vain?”

Cas looked over at you, startled. “You think you insulted me?”

You shrugged. “Did I?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then how come you won’t talk to me?”

Cas dropped his gaze to his hands, which sat intertwined in his lap. You saw him blush in the light streaming from the kitchen window, and you found that it was impossibly cute. You didn’t think an angel could act this way.

“You’re very pretty,” he mumbled.

You didn’t know what to say to this, but you couldn’t stop smiling. “You won’t talk to me because you think I’m pretty?”

He nodded. “It—It’s very strange. I don’t really know how to describe it.”

“You’re not used to feeling human emotions, are you?”

He shook his head. “This is the longest I’ve been in a vessel. I think it’s starting to affect me.”

“How so?”

He frowned at his hands. “It’s a mixture of things. I don’t know where to start.”


He gave a heavy sigh. “Well, I feel kind of dizzy. Especially when I look at you. And—talking can be hard. It’s hard to breathe sometimes. My stomach does this weird twisting thing. It’s been doing it since I saw you. And—”

“And?” You prompted him.

His face turned an even deeper shade of red. It was really hard not to laugh. By god, he was shy.

“And I kind of want to kiss you.”

Your mouth stretched across your face, and you reached your hand across the hood of the car to take his. His eyes flickered over to your fingers, which you intertwined with his. His hand was warm and shook a little, but you managed to steady it with the lightest amount of pressure.

“Is it okay?” He asked you, voice so quiet, it was almost lost in the breeze.

“Is what okay?” You whispered.

“If I kiss you.”

You nodded. “Yes. It’s very okay.”

He tilted his head up, eyes focused on a spot on your forehead. You placed a hand on the back of his neck, your faces now barely an inch apart.

“But,” you added. “Only if you’ll look at me.”

He did. Your eyes met, and now that he was looking, he couldn’t break away. Neither of you could move for a few moments, could barely breathe. If you listened really hard, you thought you could hear his heart beating.

You knew you would have to make the first move, so you leaned in, closing your eyes, and found his lips in the darkness. They were soft and warm and exactly as you’d imagined an angel’s lips would feel like. He lifted his free hand to touch your hair. He was gentle and cautious and sweet, nothing like any of the other boys you’d kissed. He was different, and you liked the way it felt.

You pulled away just barely so you’re noses were still touching. His eyes fluttered open, and he looked at you without having to ask him.

You smiled. “Goodnight, Cas.”

You went back inside first, glancing over your shoulder to find that he still sat on the hood of the car, his fingertips brushing his lips.

“Hey,” Dean said when you reentered the kitchen. “Where’s Cas?”

“Outside,” you said with ease. “He wanted some fresh air.” You wrapped an arm around Bobby. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you all in the morning?”

“If there’s room on the floor for us,” Sam said, looking to Bobby.

“There’s always room for you.”

You made your way to your bedroom, which you were pleased to find had not been touched by Bobby since you left. You leaned the door shut, hesitating when you heard Cas come inside.

“Uh, Cas?” You heard Dean say, laughing. “You’ve got some, uh—lipstick. On your face.”

You closed the door with a soft click, and flopped onto your bed with a smile. You curled up there and fell asleep with your clothes on, dreaming about angels and kisses and stars.

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