my guide for talking to me in the morning

a girl in my class: *runs up to me in the library* hi! You’re in American political thought right? Of course you are, you’re like the genius of that class, I’m always scribbling down what you say.

me: *glancing at the lesbian fanfiction I am writing instead of studying for the Big Midterm I just looked at the study guide for this morning* yes?

her: *asks me questions*

in my head: 


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,099

Summary: A look at the reader through Dean’s eyes, focusing mostly on Dean’s emotions throughout the day and how he reacts to even the simplest of words. This is the raw and vulnerable side of Dean. 

A/N: I haven’t written something like this, I think ever before. It’s heavily focused on Dean (especially since it’s his POV). Even so, the reader is a huge part of it, but once again, through Dean’s perspective on the matter. Hopefully, you love it. I spent a long time on it, trying to really get into Dean’s head. It’s not the light side of Dean, not many jokes or wise cracks – it’s him in his raw emotional state. Also, this would not be possible with @thefangirllifeismine who not only corrected all of my shitty grammar, but stayed an inspiration throughout. Please, send in your feedback. It’s extremely important to me, I’d love to hear what you thought about this, especially since it’s definitely different from what I usually post.

Originally posted by canonspngifs

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Her lips were moving, but my eyes were stuck on her hair. It was wet, and dripping a river down her shirt. I don’t think a towel ever touched her head.

“Dean?” Her voice was warm, inviting. It always was. She was never harsh with her words. Sam constantly tried to poke at her, just to see what her voice would sound like if she raised it.

“Yeah?” I met my eyes with hers, catching her gaze.

I felt my brother’s eyes on me as well; his brow was raised and a smirk played on his face.

“We were asking if you wanted to go to the bar tonight.” Sam filled me in.

A laugh came up from my throat as I raised the glass of whiskey in my hand. “I’m fine right here.”

Y/N smiled and looked at Sam, “You’re still in, right?”

He nodded and got up from his chair. “I’ll go shower.”

I tipped my glass in response, and took another swig from it.

“Have you been out in the sun?” Y/N asked, suddenly.

I furrowed my brows, “I was working on Baby earlier, why?” Then, proceeded to lift up my shirt and smell it. “Do I smell that bad?”

“No,” She let out a light laugh, “Your freckles are darker.”

“My- my freckles?”

She leaned forward in her seat, her nose a mere foot from mine, “Freckles get darker in the sun.”

“Huh.” I muttered and took another sip of my drink.

“It’s cute, Dean.” She said and the whiskey managed to go down even slower. My lip twitched upwards.

Without waiting for me to respond, she gathered her hair to the side and wiped her now wet hands off on her jeans before jumping out from her seat.

“I’ll go change for the bar. Invite’s still open.” She smiled, turning on her heel.

I watched her leave, shamelessly.

The first time Sam and I met her, it was an accident. Neither of us knew we had been working the same case, so when I approached who I thought was the legitimate FBI agent on the case, Y/N’s face beamed back at me instead. After a few back and forth questions, the three of us discovered none of us were agents, and went to grab drinks instead. It was supposed to be a one time deal.

But, one night turned into two. Eventually, three. In no time, I was helping her bring boxes into the bunker from the trunk of her run down car.

“We can’t let anything happen to her, you know that right?” Sam said to me the night she moved in. The shower water was running loudly, and in that noise, we had a discussion.

“I know.” I replied to my little brother. Worry etched itself into every wrinkle on his face, just like it did on our mother’s. He would never know just how much he looked like her.

“That means relationships, too.” Sam narrowed his eyes at me.

I looked away, forgetting how easily he was able to read me.

He continued speaking, “Everyone we get too close to…”

Sam never did finish his sentence. The shower water shut off abruptly and out bounced Y/N. Her face was flushed and her hair dripped down her bare shoulders.

My thoughts were interrupted as Sam strided into the room.

“You sure you’re not coming?” He asked, cuffing up the sleeves to his shirt.

It was tempting. I knew the bar had better whiskey than the shit that was currently burning its way down my throat. Better yet, the bar had Y/N. Whenever she entered a bar, I could see everyone’s attention land on her. Her warmth radiated through her big eyes and genuine smile. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that?

“Nope,” I shrugged, “Not tonight.”

He nodded his head and walked towards the door, waiting for Y/N to meet him there.

“See you.” Sam shouted, his voice echoed down the hall.

Moments later, Y/N came out from her room. A short navy dress was hugging her skin, but what stole my attention was the jacket draped across her shoulders.

“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, pulling my black jacket around her.

“Looks better on you, anyways.” I said. It was the truth.

“Thanks, Dean.” She smiled at me before opening her small purse, reviewing whatever items lay inside of it. “See you later.”

With that, she was gone.

It may have been another hour before I got up, but when I finally did it was solely because I needed to go to the bathroom.

I stopped at the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, but this time it was different. Usually, I don’t look in the mirror.

Not when I wake up.

Not before I go to sleep.

If I do, I hate it. Plain as that. I never did like the man staring back, and I don’t know if I ever fully will. What changed though was that this time, someone liked what they saw on me.

My fingers reached up to my cheeks, running along the freckles on my skin.

Y/N liked them.

She honest to god, found something of mine that she liked. So, I did too. Immediately, I loved my freckles. I loved that my cheeks and nose were dusted with them, and that the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes on, had found beauty in me, as well.

– – – –

It couldn’t have been earlier than two o’clock in the morning, when I heard familiar footsteps stumble down the bunker’s staircase. I kicked the sheets off of myself and went to see the state they were both in.

“Come on.” Sam mumbled, trying to hold Y/N up, but he was hardly walking himself. “Dean!” Sam shouted, his drunk self wearing a huge smile.

“Oh, it’s Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, a laugh bubbling out from her lips. She gripped the edge of the staircase with both hands, leaning forward as she spoke.

I crossed my arms and raised my brows, watching the two of them stumble through the bunker like baby deer.

“Here-” Sam tossed me a pair of car keys, “We called a cab, the car is still in the bar parking lot.” The keys hit the floor with a loud jingle, his aim completely skewed from the liquor.

Y/N rounded the edge of the table and began to fall towards me.

“Woah, there.” I grabbed her by her arms and steadied her.

“Thanks.” She laughed once more, at nothing in particular.

Behind me, Sam had already found his way to his room. Eventually, I’d have to check on him. For now, I gripped Y/N’s shoulder and guided her to her own bedroom.

“Oh- I forgot!” She looked up at me with wide eyes. “Remind me in the morning.”

I looked at her, waiting for her to explain. When she didn’t, I asked her what she was talking about.

“I have-” she stuck her hand in the pocket of my jacket that she was wearing and pulled out a napkin. A number was scribbled onto it. “His name is Matt. I have a date with him tomorrow night. Remind me, ok?”

I took the napkin from her, fighting the urge to rip it to shreds.

“Okay.” I stated, turning on the lights as she walked over to her bed.

“Promise me.” She kicked off her shoes sloppily. “He’s so nice-” I could tell she was beginning to ramble. Once she’s had enough to drink, she tends to.

“I bet he is.” I cut her off, helping her unzip her dress.

“And Dean-”


“He just has the most gorgeous freckles!”

In that moment, I worried that she could actually hear my heart drop into my stomach. I swallowed thickly, and within seconds, she continued on her drunken ramble.

“Goodnight.” I stated, simply from habit.

“Night, Dean!” She dropped onto her bed.

I should have gone back to bed. I should have crawled under the covers and shut my eyes. My feet had other plans, though. Step after step, I was trudged through the halls and into the library where my hand found a bottle of brown and an old glass.

Sam’s words spun through my head. She had to be protected. I thought back to everyone I had ever gotten close to; Charlie, Jo, and Bela were long dead. Just like every other fucking hunter that I had ever met and let into my life.

Sam tried to show me the positives. He brings up names like Jody and Cas – but who knows what will happen to them too?

I took another shot.

Eventually, it got dark.

– – – –

“Hey, sleepy.” Y/N’s hand gripped my shoulder. “Wake up.”

I opened my eyes and everything was sideways. Fuck.

“You fell asleep here, again.” Her soft voice explained my current situation. It was embarrassing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking at the scene before me. A mostly empty bottle, a half drunk glass, and what I think was a little bit of drool, lay on the table.

“What time is it?” I asked, quickly getting up from the chair and brushing past her. She smelled like her shampoo. Always vanilla.

She turned her wrist towards me. Nearly noon, her watch read.

“Thanks.” I muttered and began walking towards the kitchen.

“I should be thanking you.” Her voice called from behind me. Then, her footsteps began to draw nearer. “I couldn’t have been easy to take care of last night. Sam and I, we kind of let loose.”

I grabbed the coffee pot and turned it on. The sound of boiling water dripping down filled the silence.

“No, it was fine.” I replied, then remembered what she asked of me last night. “Except-” I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a crumpled napkin. “Matt.”

Her eyes went wide, “Oh god.” She took the napkin from my hands. Her hair fell before her face as she read the number, and she combed it back with one hand.

“I totally forgot. Shit.” She pulled out her cell phone and checked for any notifications. “I’ll just text him.”

I turned from her, unable to watch her any longer, and grabbed a cup for my coffee.

“Want some?” I asked over my shoulder.

“No, thanks.” She said, just as her phone beeped. “He already answered!” She exclaimed.

I kept my eyes glued to the cup in front of me, not daring to see her face light up as she saw his name and not mine.

“Smells good.” My brother’s voice carried into the kitchen. He opened the cabinet and grabbed a cup as well, waiting until I finished pouring my own before taking the pot.

“Feeling good, Sammy?” I threatened a laugh and he rolled his eyes.

“I haven’t been this hungover in ages.” He grabbed a bottle of Advil and returned to the table. “It was worth it though, you should have joined.”

I shrugged and took a sip of my coffee.

“Who are you texting?” Sam directed his question at Y/N, who still stood in the middle of the kitchen.

She looked at him and dangled the napkin in the air, “Remember that guy at the bar last night?”

“The really funny one?” He asked.

She nodded fervently, “Yeah, Matt. I got his number and we’re going to grab dinner tonight.”

Sam glanced at me, before returning his gaze to his breakfast.

“He’s a good guy.” Sam said. I think it was more to me, than Y/N.

“I bet.” I mumbled into my drink.

– – – –

Sam decided to watch a movie tonight.

“Batman?” I questioned. He wasn’t one for the superheroes.

He popped it into the disk slot and dropped onto the couch. Looking at his huge frame swallow up the furniture, I remembered being able to hold him in my arms.

“Last time Y/N picked, it’s your turn.” He said while pressing play.

“Good. Wouldn’t want one of your history documentaries to bore me to death, tonight.” I began to laugh and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He muttered and grabbed the bowl of popcorn he had prepared.

An hour into the movie, the bunker door swung open. The loud creak it made reminded me to oil it later.

“Y/N?” I called out her name. The heels she was wearing when she left were no longer on. Her bare feet padded against the hardwood floor until she finally reached us.

“How was it?” Sam asked, lowering the volume.

Her lips formed a fine line, “I’m just going to go shower.” She grabbed a fistful of popcorn before disappearing.

I looked at my brother. His brows were raised as he shook his head in confusion.

“I’ll go-” I sat up from the chair, “I’ll go check on her.”

Her door was shut. I raised my fist to knock, but she opened it before I got the chance.

“You walk loudly.” She stated. My lips formed at ‘O’.

“What was that about?” I motioned towards the other room with my thumb.

She shrugged and put her heels away in the closet.

“Sorry about that.” She looked up at me with her big, bold eyes, “I think Matt was a lot nicer when he was drunk.”

I crossed my arms and sat on the edge of her bed. “Huh?”

“Well, we ordered our food and everything was great. I mean finally, a break from hunting.” She explained, and I sighed.

She pulled her bouncy hair out from the pins it was in while she continued, “He was sweet at first, really. But I could tell something changed. Matt wanted more than what I did…”

My arms fell to my sides, “Did you leave?”

“Yeah, but that was only after he asked me four times to go back to his place.” She was on the floor, her legs bent underneath her. She dropped her hands onto the floor from frustration as she spoke.

“What a douchebag.” I stated, no other word was able to form itself. “You don’t deserve that.”

She looked up at me, and a smile formed itself against her cheeks.

“I’m gonna be single forever.” She joked. “I mean, who am I kidding?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

From her spot on the floor, she reached out and gripped my leg with her hand. “Come on, Dean. We’re hunters. Let’s say it did work out with Matt – who’s to say he wouldn’t freak out the second that I brought him down into the bunker or told him that vampires are real!” Her grip tightened as she spoke, “It’s so fucking frustrating sometimes.”

“Dating is the worst.” I agreed with her.

“No.” She ran her hand down my leg and to my ankle, where she removed it.

I furrowed my brows and looked at her, every bit of me confused.

“Then what?”

“Being alone.” Her eyes dropped from mine and my chest suddenly felt heavy. I knew the feeling of being alone, too well. It was heartbreaking, yet familiar at the same time. It was relief, yet yearning.

“You got me.” I blurted out.

She got up from her spot on the floor by my legs, and situated herself on the bed so she sat next to me.

“I know that, Dean. I meant… more.” Y/N’s voice dwindled into a whisper. I turned my head to face her, and in that moment, I couldn’t lie to her.

“Exactly.” I stated, and her eyes first searched my face. They traveled from eye to eye as she thought of what I could possibly mean, until her lips parted.

I didn’t know what to expect. My heart hasn’t raced this fast since for someone else since high school. I either just started the relationship I had been waiting for, or ruined a friendship that was worth more to me than anything else.

I was so focused on her face that I hadn’t realized her hand found mine.

I wanted to keep her hand there, to squeeze it tight. But, Sam’s words found their way back into my head.

“I’m selfish.” I stated simply, standing up from the bed.


“I’m being selfish, you deserve better.”

She tilted her head at me, her hair falling with it. “What are you talking about, Dean?”

“Everyone I touch, they-”

“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N cut me off. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“They leave.”

“You know I’m not going to.” She stood up from the bed and walked up to me, placing her open palms on my chest. “I’m not just somebody.”

“That’s the point!” I exclaimed, voice rising. “You aren’t just somebody! What if something happened to you? I can’t let you get hurt.”

“You’re not my keeper, Dean.”

I laced my fingers around her wrists, holding her palms tightly against my chest. “From the first time you walked through those bunker doors, I wanted no one but you, and you know why I haven’t told you?”

She looked up at me through her lashes.

“I have been torturing myself every day, because I want you safe. I need you safe.”

For a few moments, no one said anything. Y/N just stared up at me with a look I had never seen before.

Then, she stood on her toes, and pressed her lips to mine.

And God, it was everything I thought it would be. She was warm and sweet, like honey. Her hands were squeezing at my waist and I knew right there that I was done for.

My hands traveled up to her neck, grazing every inch of her skin.

“Since the first day?” She teased, speaking slowly against my lips.

I laughed, “Since day one.” I affirmed and she smiled so wide that all I wanted to do was kiss every inch of her bubbly cheeks.

“How about we get dinner tonight, sweetheart.” I asked, hoping she was still hungry after the shit dinner she described with Matt.

“I’d love to.” Y/N’s fingers found mine and she led me out of her room.

Sam was still seated on the couch. His hand was glued to the remote and I could hear the channel being changed every other second. When we passed through, my hand still in hers, he raised his brows and stared at me.

“Woah, wait-” He called out behind us.

“We’ll be back soon!” Y/N called over her shoulder.

A smile remained on my face for the rest of the night, never faltering.

He Doesn’t Deserve You

Summary: You move into your new apartment and have an awkward run in with your neighbor, making a very interesting first impression.

Warnings: angst, sexual tension (minor), smut, Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader

A/N: I have so many drabbles to write but I needed a break and I thought this up. I was going to make this into a series but I didn’t wanna start another one so I just wrote it as a long fic (hence why it’s a little jumpy / fast paced). If you guys like this I can write a short series similar to this story (with some changes). Just let me know.

You looked around your new apartment, it was fully decorated with your things and it filled you with utter joy. You sighed as you sat on your bed, popping open a bottle of wine to let it breathe, waiting for your friends to show up. A knock on your door sent you flying towards it.

“Courtney! Michelle!” You swung the door open with a proud grin on your face. “How do you like the place?” 

“It’s so cute!” Michelle shrieked as she brushed passed you, taking in her surroundings. 

“Hmmm, not enough Star Wars decor.” Courtney followed Michelle, chuckling as she passed the hanging pictures of you guys from college.

“Raegan couldn’t make it?” You cocked an eyebrow, worried for your newly engaged friend. “She too busy with Noah?”

“Technically, she’s planning the wedding and driving him nuts.” Michelle giggled and poured herself a glass of wine. “Now, let’s get this pizza eating, wine drinking, and Netflix bingeing started!” 

Four episodes into the first season of Grey’s Anatomy and the three of you were blabbering, laughing, drunk idiots. You were shouting at the tv, telling the characters that they were doing regretful, silly things. You were voted the door answerer when a loud banging echoed in your apartment. 

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Rough All Over - Kol Mikaelson Smut

I followed close behind an angry Kol, struggling to keep up with how fast he was walking. We got to the house and Kol slammed the door open forcefully, mumbling something to himself. I frowned as I watched him walk to the liquor cabinet.

I had glitter all over my chest and I had spilled salsa down the front of my dress. Kol found me on top of some random frat guys kitchen island, dancing and having a stupid time.

The problem was that Kol got jealous easily and it was a pain in the ass, throw in a reservation date to a fancy restaurant I totally forgot about and you get and angry Kol trying not to be angry but failing miserably.

“Kol?” I said, my voice small for fear that he would yell. I hated fighting. “I’m sorry.” I looked down at my hands, blinking in shame.

“I know you are.” He glared. “You’d rather be doing something stupid with people I don’t even know than spending time with me.” He said. I frowned, the panic rising in my chest.

“Of course not. You’re the one who never wants to do anything with me.” I said, finding his eyes. I almost blushed.

“Can you please stop making everything about that?” Kol breathed out. I drew closer to him, my hand sliding up to his chest. “You’re drunk, let’s just forget about this and talk about it in the morning.” He swallowed.

“I’m not drunk, Kol.” I pushed off his jacket. “I just want you to show you how much I care about you.” I ran my hands up, cupping his face and kissing him. “And how much I’d rather be spending my time…” I breathed in between another kiss as I guided his hands around my waist. “With you.”

Kol pulled away, starting towards the stairs. “What’s your problem, Kol? Am I not good enough for your original status?” I glared, following him up the stairs. He stopped, turning to face me. “It’s really no big deal, Kol.” I made puppy eyes. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“No.” Kol gritted his jaw, looking into my eyes. He was obviously lying and I could tell with how hard he gripped the staircase railing and tried so hard not to turn me into a pile of goo, we both knew he could.

“Bullshit. You want me.” I grabbed his hand and he pulled away again, turning around and continuing upstairs.

I ran in front of him, holding my arm out to his stomach. “Hey, I’m talking to you, Kol. You can’t just push me away like this whenever you feel like it.”

“Get out of my way.” He said. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, his mouth opening immediately at the familiarity. He didn’t kiss me back, instead he pushed me back.

I frowned again. I knew he could easily throw me out the window or kick me through the ceiling but he just continued rejecting me for his own wicked satisfaction.

“What’s your damage? Why don’t you just fuck me?!” I struggled to spit out the words in anger, my blood boiling as I grabbed his button up shirt in my fists. “You may not want to fuck me, Kol, but there were plenty of other men at that party perfectly willing to.”

His head snapped and I regretted the words as soon as I saw the look in his eye.

“You want to be fucked?” Kol scowled. He vamped me against the marble wall and I gasped, his hand wrapped around my neck, almost crushing my jaw. “I’ll fuck you.” He spat, jerking my dress up around my waist. In one swift motion his pants were around his ankles and he was inside me.

I clung onto him, my nails digging into his clothed back, I held the hot air in my lungs, if he had gone any faster I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. The feeling of every part of him inside of me as he held me against the wall.

His movements weren’t the least bit gentle or careful, he pounded into me relentlessly, burying his face in my neck, refusing me the propriety of looking into my eyes.

I was all I wanted anyways, he had built up a sturdy wall all these months refusing to be affectionate in this way, and now we stood in the crumbles of it.

He didn’t say anything, his breath was ragged and he let out grunts and growls, his death grip shifting from my throat to my ass. I cried out as he brought me into him with each quick and merciless movement.

I felt Kol beginning to coil up, his stomach pressed against mine, I held him as close as possible as he froze and came, letting out a choked groan.

He let me go and I leaned against the wall for fear that I’d stumble and fall if I tried to walk. I watched Kol as he fixed himself, my breathing shaky. He carried me to the bedroom. “I’m sorry, okay? I love you, darling, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay. Just come here.” I hugged him, pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth. “I love you, Kol.”

Losing My Mind

Lance feels like he is losing his mind.  Everywhere he looks there are reminders of what once was and he can’t seem to get him out of his mind.

I really hurt myself when I wrote this story, the pain and suffering that I felt when I was listening to Jeremy Jordan’s version of Losing my mind from Follies inspired me to write this.  I just let the lyrics talk to me and help guide my hand as I wrote. 

On a bit of a sadistic note, I do hope I at least made one person cry as honestly I am trying to improve my writing style to make my readers really feel the emotions that the characters are feeling.  Hit me up with a comment with what you thought!

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The Little Secret

TITLE: The Little Secret


AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Tomxfather / TomxActor

GENRE: fluff / romance / 

FIC SUMMARY: Tom’s son spills a secret.


AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: IT’S BEEN SO FREAKING LONG SINCE I WROTE A TOM HIDDLESTON FAN FICTION LOL. I honestly wrote this one because I liked the idea very much and I’m rusty and everything but please enjoy and let me know if you like it. 

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My Immortal (Baron Corbin x Reader)

Context: Things were supposed to be perfect but only until they are never meant to be. Can Baron soothe Reader’s racing thoughts…or even his own? 

**A/N: **  So, second ever Baron Corbin fic because I wasn’t confident on writing him for a while since the first fic on him was average at best. I was originally going to go with a different Evanescence song but I think “My Immortal” fits better.

**S/B: ** Angst; not too sure if it’s too much or too little. I didn’t like the first draft I had queued so I rewrote parts. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!

**Warnings: ** mystery (might be missing something; will add if I notice)

Originally posted by rezny

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“….You used to captivate me by your resonating light

Now, I’m bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real

There’s just too much that time cannot erase…”

         “You sure you’ll be okay?” Baron looked up at the space between us; his brown eyes were filled with concern. I finally turned to face him, lips pursed in a tight line to stop the quivering. My hand passed softly through the thick black curls of my ‘fro.

           “I’ll be fine, babe. You’re going back on the road again in the morning, aren’t you?”

           “Yeah, the Pay-per-view is in a week.” He whispered, flashing a glance quickly up to see a tear finally fall from my eyes. In one swift motion, Baron got up and made his way to where I stood in the kitchen, wrapping his arms tenderly around my waist. “I’m sorry. You know how much I wish I can stay…but I can’t.

           “I know. You do this for the two of us.” I sighed, shoving the empty, dirty plates down in the dishwasher. “But I just wish you had a little more time to spend at home. It’s one of the things I still have to get used to.”

           “Come ‘ere. Come closer.” Baron said, when the doors shut and the wash cycle finally started. “Cuddle with me, tonight? I just wanna be in bed, wrapped up in you before I go. Maybe it’ll make it easier.”

           “Mmmm. I hope so.”

        “I need you to know that I fucking love you.” Baron mumbled the following morning. He intertwined my left hand in his, rubbing against the gold band on my ring finger. Baron’s lips formed a weak smile, letting the silence linger for a solid moment before opening it again to speak. “You’re my girl. You’re freaking amazing and I’d always be in debt to you for that.”

           “Baron?” I asked, kissing his lips. My voice lowering drastically. “Baron, are you alright? You sound off.”

           “I’m going to miss you that’s all.” He said, leveling his own voice to match my low tone.  I glared at towering man standing before me, perking up an eyebrow in question.

           “Are you sure?”

       “It’s probably just the fear from rising up the ranks so quickly, ya know? Nothing I can’t handle it. I don’t want you to worry.” Baron stammered

       Baron’s eye darted away from my terrified ones, before pulling me back into his arms. “I-I-I don’t…Look you trust me right, (Y/N)? Baby, please answer me.”

        “I’m your girl. I trust you.” I sniffed, biting my lip to prevent my tears from falling. I slowly walked the love of my life to front door of our apartment, where his suitcases laid. “Good luck out there. You’ll be okay. But promise me one thing?”


         “Promise me you’ll be okay?” I asked, lightly pressing a hand against his cheek. Baron’s lips pressed a soft kiss on the top of my head.

         “I’ll be okay, baby. I love you.” He repeated as his lips pressed against mine in a passionate kiss. “Don’t worry. I’ll call you, sweetheart. I promise you that.”

         As Baron closed the door, his words didn’t make leaving any easier. They never did. But I always watched from the front window as the tattooed man with a maroon colored beanie made his way into the car outside. We both knew in an unspoken understanding that the bonds made between us could always change, especially with our chosen career paths.

        “It’s the pre Pay-per-view jitters, doll. Are you going to be watching?”

       Baron’s voice had soothed my ears every night doing his best to calm my fears but sweet nothings could not help ease what was there: the accidental creation of fear, a bad omen. I had never been one to believe in superstition until now.

       “You know it. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I have a surprise for you when you get back tomorrow.”

         “Oh sweet pea, you already know how much I love surprises.”

           The volume on my laptop echoed off the walls of the bedroom in the same way it always did when a Pay-per-View was on. I held my breath as Baron slid with ease inside the ring post main event, the most aggressive expression painted on his face as he stared down a weary retaining champion in Jinder. Baron was more focused than ever before in this big moment.

           “Can it be, Tom? Is ‘The Lone Wolf’ going to do this at SummerSlam of all places?”



           A near fall.


        …3! And the new…As the ref’s hand hit the mats for the final count, I could feel the growing pride inside my heart as the WWE Championship was lifted above Baron’s head. The new title card under his name illuminated the change of titles and the crowd cheered in the same way my heart leaped in the beats of the pride I truly felt.

         When Baron called me with the cracks in his voice finally gone on the other side of the phone, I knew it was a good sign and a breath of fresh air.

         “Hey champ, I’m so proud of you!” I cheered. “I miss you so much.”

       “It was only my nerves. Thank you for believing in me.”

        Seven o’clock in the morning gave signal for three loud knocks came at the front door. Baron’s home early, I thought as a huge grin spread over my face. Baron’s ho—

        As I made my way downstairs, the colors of the police sirens from the other side of the closed curtains greeted my heart in ways I didn’t want it to. Fear and bad omens sometimes come true. God, how I hated it but I took a deep breath and opened the front door anyway. I silently hoped as I looked at the officer standing before me, it would’ve been different news. One that was never actually meant for me.

        “Mrs. Corbin?”

         “Yes, that me.” I answered quietly; rubbing the signs of sleep from my eyes. “Is there a problem?”

       “I’m so sorry to bother you this early in the morning. May I come in for a moment?”

      I hesitated unsure if it was some kind of joke, looking at the woman in front of me dressed in shades of official blue. Her face was solemn and her eyes were an empty shade of blue. I finally nodded, letting her in and guiding her to the dining room table.

     “Is it my husband?” I questioned. “Did something happen to him?

      “I’m sorry.” The officer sighed, letting those empty eyes do the talking. “We found your husband’s car crashed and abandoned on the side of the highway. All we found was this.”

   She left without another word, leaving the hat in my outstretched hands and me in my own thoughts. I guess nobody wants to see a wife weep over their lost husband.

    My lips trembled. Oh God, Baron.

     I’ve been in this rut for the last two months, two months since Baron’s disappeared and I found the last message he left. The last time I could possibly hear Baron’s voice again and the wounds were still as fresh as the first night I got the news.

     “(Y/N), baby. I know it’s late and you’re probably asleep. I’m on my way to the airport. To be honest, I thought I was rising to the top too quickly but babe…as long as I got you I can do this. I miss you. Can’t wait to see what surprise you have for me. I’ll call when I get—”

     “Shit!” he hissed. I bit my lip, as the skid of metal filled my ear and finally a loud crash. There was silence and the voicemail finally ended.

     I sadly guessed that I could never give Baron the surprise I was hoping for. My hands passed gently over the maroon colored beanie, as my tears stained the corners of the man I lost.

     Three months pregnant and my husband was gone; nowhere to be found. There were more horrors than the fear of performing. I said it before and I’ll say it again: Fear and bad omens can sometimes come true. Oh God, how I hated it.

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Perfect Imperfections

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Word Count: 1174

Prompt: All of Me - John Legend

Tags: Married Destiel, Canon Divergence, Human Cas, Insecure Cas, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Summary: Cas is human and notices changes to his body that he doesn’t really like. Dean makes him change his mind.

A/N: Written for @srj1990‘s 300 Follower Challenge; congrats my dear! Thank you to my dearest @mrsgabrieltrickster for betaing!
I’m sure these lyrics were meant in a more metaphorical sense, but I decided to use them in a physical one since we need more body positivity ^_^

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Rafael Barba X Reader Masterlist 1

Originally posted by sherrykinss


Tell Me You Need Me
How would Carmen React to Barba’s s/o
Excuse & Sudokus
Afraid Of Intimacy
Post Collateral Damages
Rafael Barba and You’re no Good Rotten Day 
Before Home, Again
Beyond Husbandly Duties 
Just Don’t Fuck It Up
Light A Roman Candle For Me 
People Lie All the Time 
Good Neighbors 
Excerpt from Good Neighbors 
Good Neighbors: A Date Night
Peace of Mind 
Rafi Had To Decide
Guess Who is Coming to Dinner? 
Let’s the Roll the Dice 
It’s Not Coming Off
Coming Home 
The Path Untraveled, Revisited 

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Birds of a Feather
Perfect Portrait
The Miracle In Their Midst 
Plan B 
Sweet Talker 
Abuelita’s Appetizers 
Always Mine
The Start of a Symphony 
We Go Together 


A Chance Encounter
An Evening at SVU
Gala Night
Birthday Surprises
Miami Getaway 
Unexpected Morning
The Little Things
Waking Up 
Morning Routine 
Good Mornings 

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Week 9 ROUND 2 Progress!! @ahealthyguide has been doing my guides for 21 weeks now and check out how lean and strong she is getting!
You have to check out her profile and look at her side progress !! It’s awesome aswell😍😍
I had a girl come up to me and start talking to me about Instagram and how she loves the community that I have built. She said that she loves how everyone is tagged in the caption, so that the public can view that persons profile and see that they are a real person. Not only that, but that you can SEE the progress week by week. It’s SO motivating!! I wake up every morning and the first thing I do is check #bbgprogress and #kaylaitsines to see what new things I can upload ☺️☀️ You girls make my life amazing

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important fictionkin thing

(but if you feel this relates to some other type of kin experience thats cool too!!)

its ok if youre not exactly the way you were before
its ok if you like different things now
its ok if you seem like you should be someone else when you know youre not
its ok if you dont have the powers or the face or the interests and habits you used to
they dont make you any less you!!
this is a new life and a new world and a new timeline and even though things are different and scary and some of our old friends are miles and miles away or we might not know where they are its going to be ok!!! youre still you and youre also the you youve become in this life and you can be whatever you you want to be or feel that you are and its great!!
we have to be strong for our friends both old and new! the world is big and vast and full of possibilities so we should try our best to stay positive for ourselves and for everyone else even when its hard just to wake up and convince yourself to live sometimes in the morning
its ok!!
youre doing great!!!

The Darkness In Me (Part 3)

Hey guys! Here comes Part 3 of “The Darkness In Me”. Hope you all enjoy! @belleetlabeast THANK YOU, as always for being a sweetheart ♥ and editing this! I wouldn’t have come so far without you!!! ♥♥♥

Summary: From the outside you seem to have everything. Everything other girls want to be. Good looking, beautiful and an amazing singer. But no one sees what really blooms inside you. The darkness is about to consume you every day a little bit more. Can this handsome stranger who was there when you needed him the most also save you from the darkness lurking inside you?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1217

Y/H/C = Your Hair Color       


◄••• Part 2          Part 3          Part 4 •••►

After a long hot shower, I finally released all the tension that stiffened my muscles for the last hour. Bucky stayed long enough to make sure I would eat something. I can’t help but question his motives. We met for the first time yesterday, under really terrible conditions and still he appears to think he’s responsible for me.

My mind scrambles to find a plausible reason for his behaviour towards my well being. Bucky is clearly different than any man I have ever met, but I definitely suck at first impressions when it comes to people.

All because of him. The thought of my ex-boyfriend causes an uncomfortable shiver to run down my spine. He was the one who caused all my insecurities, my anxiety attacks, my nightmares. I refuse to let my thoughts wander back to that dark part of my life. He’s gone and I have nothing to fear anymore.

Somebody must have been in the room while I was in the shower, to put clothes for me on the bed. I pick up the small note on top of them.

Wanda gave me these clothes for you. They should fit, cause you’re about the same size. Take as much time as you need to get ready. The team would like to meet you later. When you’re ready just ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. where to find us.


Fuck! I’m about to meet the Avengers! The world’s mightiest heroes… “Who the hell is F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” I ask out loud to myself. I jumped, startled when a voice suddenly appears out of nowhere.

“Greetings Miss [Y/N], my name is F.R.I.D.A.Y. I’m the artifical intelligence unit designed and created by Tony Stark. Let me know when I can be of any service.”

“Uhm…thanks…I guess.” I try my best to ignore the feeling of being monitored by the A.I., while I put on the short dark blue sweatpants and white top over my own underwear. I decide combing my [Y/H/C] hair with my fingers would be better than nothing. I don’t have any makeup to cover the dark purple bruise evident on my right cheek, so I have to hide it as good as possible with my long hair. I would never have guessed the day would come, where I would meet the Avengers in person. And definitely not in short sweatpants, wet hair and a prominent bruise on my face. Before I ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. where to find Bucky and the others I try to smile at my reflection, but it looks more like a grimace. So no smiling then.


“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y., I think I can walk the rest of the way alone”, I say to the A.I. after she guided me through the halls and floors of the Avenger Tower. “You’re welcome Miss [Y/N].”

A melodic tone rings out, the elevator doors open, revealing a large space with all the Avengers gathered in the same place. I slowly approach them in the large living room. I probably look like a little child seeing Disneyland for the first time, but hey can you blame me?! They were all sitting on the biggest couch I had ever seen, right in front of an even bigger TV, like a happy family.

Bucky is the first one that catches my eyes. He’s really a sight for sore eyes. He is sitting on the left side of the couch, on his right his best friend alias Captain America. They’re still too captured in their own conversations to notice me. I take that time to let my eyes wander over all of them one by one. Right next to the Captain is Falcon, Black Widow, Hawkeye, the Hulk (well obviously not in his green version), Ironman, War Machine, the Maximoff twins and then the android named Vision.

I was flabbergasted to say the least. Seeing all these powerful people sitting their like it’s the most normal thing in the world. A loud groan must have left my lips, because suddenly all eyes are on me. I didn’t like all the attention. Their differing expression made it all the worse.  

Curiosity, astonishment, sympathy, sadness, anger, happiness. The first one to approach me almost gives me a heart attack. Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver because of his quickness, just appears in front of me out of nowhere. Without hesitation he takes my right hand into his bigger ones, leans down and places a featherlight kiss on my knuckles.

“You must be the poor girl who almost got raped yesterday”, he said bluntly, his low voice, thick with accent. “Pietro!” His twin sister Wanda scolds him immediately, apparently embarrassed of her brother’s forward behavior.

She rushes to my side with an apologetic expression. “I’m really sorry for my stupid brother. He didn’t mean it like that. We were really shocked when Bucky brought you to the Tower yesterday. He was so worried about you. That’s why we all couldn’t wait to meet you. How are you feeling? Oh and I’m Wanda by the way.”

We shake hands and I even give her a small smile. I already like her. She’s so full of energy and life. I feel like a moth attracted by the light. “I’m [Y/N]. Nice to meet you. I’m feeling alright so far, thanks to Bucky”, I say with a quick look in his direction. But that was already enough to make me blush again.

Damn it! I’m normally not the shy type. I only can hope he doesn’t notice my red face. Don’t want him to think I’m awkward or I have a crush on him. I mean, I’m not even attracted to him. NO! No. Not one bit. Absolutely not…

“Guys, please be gentle. You are overwhelming her. Take it easy,” Captain America says while pushing Wanda and Pietro smoothly to the side. He offers me his right hand and giving me an encouraging smile. “I’m Steve. Nice to finally meet you. Bucky kept talking about you all morning.”

“Shut up, punk!”, Bucky says, flushed with shame. “[Y/N] and Bucky sitting in the tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”, Sam Wilson commonly known as Falcon sings along.

None other than Black Widow, the beautiful redhaired Russian comes to my rescue, saving me from my discomfort. “Sam! Shut the hell up you idiot”, she gives me a sympathetic look, interlocking her arm with mine. “I’m Natasha. Sorry about the boys. They’re always like that, don’t think about it too much.”

Natasha guides me to the large couch, planting me right next to Tony Stark. “Hi, I’m Tony”, he says immediately, putting my hand up to kiss my back of the hand. “Can I offer you something to drink, darling? Coffee or tea?”, he asks with a raised eyebrow and a dashing smile.

I giggle nervously. “I would never have imagined Tony Stark offering me to bring me something to drink. A coffee would be nice. Milk and sugar, please.” He laughs amused at my remark. “Don’t be silly, gorgeous! Tin Man will bring you the drink”, Tony says with a wide grin on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes.

PART 4 •••►

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Bad Boss (Bias x Reader) Pt.10

The rest of the week is quiet. B/N rarely calls for you and when he does, his voice is calm. You’re heading to his office when you overhear a few workers talking in the elevator. 

“I sent my rookie up there and they came back without crying,” 

“He told me good morning and I almost died. I was so nervous,” 

You smile to yourself, glad to finally hear positive gossip about B/N. 

“He must have found himself a girlfriend. A really tolerant one,”

“I’d be surprised if a woman could straighten him out,” 

They step out of the elevator and by now your smile is turned upside down. You scoff to yourself, he’s been changing on his own. Why would he need a girlfriend to be his guide?

You enter his office as you carry his coffee and lunch, resting them on his desk. He stops what he’s doing to assist you, something he’s been doing often and you no longer questioning.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says when you place his coffee before him. He’s thanked you before but this time he sounds genuine. Or was it how he just said your name? You want him to say it again.

You nod, hoping you don’t look as nervous as you feel. When you turn to leave, he asks, “Did you have lunch yet?” 

“No, I was gonna buy some right now,” 

“Would you like some of mine?” before you can say no, he adds, “It’s a lot of food. I usually end up wasting it.”

“Okay,” You didn’t want to spend money on food anyway. He walks to his couch, removing his jacket. The buttons strain to stay closed against his chest with his arms behind him. Once off, he tries to unbutton the cuffs at his wrist but appears to be struggling. 

“Y/N, can you-”

You stand in front of him, unfastening the clasps. Your fingers brush his skin; you’d never guess he’d feel so soft.

“I can never get these off,” 

“Then why put them on?”

“Fashion purposes?” he smiles. Soft skin, pretty smile, what next?

Once done, he rolls his sleeves up thanking you again. You both eat in silence and it feels awkward but you wonder if it’s just you. 

“Thank you for the food,” you say. 

He laughs, “You thank me after you’ve eaten it all,” he gets up and disposes of your plate and his without hesitation. He sits back down, sipping at his coffee with one leg crossed over the other. 

You hold your own coffee in your hands, making conversation, “You’ve changed,”

“Have I?” 

You nod, “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now,” 

“The only downside is that every one is taking the elevator with me. I liked it being just you and me,” You blink at him and he clears his throat, “As in it was quiet with just us. I really have you to thank,” 

“I didn’t do much. Just threatened to leave,” you joke.

“Well, that was one of the reasons I changed,”

“Oh. And the other?”

He shrugs, sipping his coffee, “Just didn’t have a reason to act that way anymore,” 

Sometimes you wonder if he’s just pretending, that he’s still the same. But at the same time you want to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“I’m proud of you,” 

He looks at the floor, the saddest of smiles on his face, “Thank you, Y/N,”

I’m proud of you. Why did it catch him so off guard and why did he want to hug her when she said it? She was proud of him…? After all he’s done to her, she’s complimenting him?

He did notice that he was changing. He’s never been the compassionate kind of person or very observant of other people’s feelings. But after a while he’d take note of how they avoided him when he walked through the building. It wasn’t respect they had for him. Was it fear?

Yet sitting across from him, he didn’t feel any fear from Y/N. He felt comfortable around her and he could only hope that she felt the same way too.

He’s watching her now as she drinks her own coffee, her eyes unblinking as she stares into space. Her legs are crossed as she rotates one ankle. She’s spaced out while he’s full on staring. She glances at him and he freezes, heart pounding. 

“What?” she asks. 

“Nothing,” his poker face hasn’t failed him yet. She looks back at the window, submerged in her own thoughts again. 

He’s not even sure when he started to like her or why, but hurting her was something he never wanted to do again. And thinking on it would fill him with such a horrid feeling he interpreted it as guilt. She didn’t deserve such horrible treatment.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. 

He’s not sure if she heard him cause she’s still staring in space but she answers, “For what?”

“For how we met,”

She turns at him and he can’t tell what she’s thinking at all, “I really didn’t like you then,” 

He looks at his lap, “I know,” 

She watches him for a moment before getting up with a sigh. Her lunch break is over and she’s decided to dismiss herself. She’s been this way since the dress incident. She’s open with him while also distancing herself, he doesn’t know how to approach her. He can only blame himself.

But before she walks out of the door he finds himself standing up. 

“Have dinner with me,” he tells her. She looks at him with a raised eyebrow, “Would you like to have dinner with me?” 

“We just ate,” 

“As in tonight,” 

“I can’t, sorry,” 

She responded so nonchalantly, he’s never felt this rejected before. But he nods, despite his embarrassment, deciding he will ask her again tomorrow and the day after that. 

“I’m busy tonight. But tomorrow night I can,” He must look surprised because she’s smiling, “Let me know what time you’ll be picking me up,” she points her finger at him, “And no, I don’t want to borrow a dress.” 

Besides kpop, what else do you guys listen to? I’m all about that Bollywood and African music.

Revenge [Mamoru Kishi] ~ Chapter 5

The next day.

“You’re actually in class?” Kishi was sitting next to me. I wonder why he showed up all of a sudden.

“Yeah, thought I’d drop in.” The other followers were all restless with excitement, in sharp contrast with our apathy. They kept talking about having the class with Aida. They really worshipped him.

“Good morning, apostles.” Aida finally arrived.

“Good morning! Please guide us in the ways of love!” the followers greeted him.

“Ugh,” I grunted, my face filled with sheer disgust.

Aida went up to the whiteboard and wrote the word “LOVE” in big letters. 

“Let’s go over the doctrines of our group. The main principle that I preach is that world peace can be achieved through love. I’m sure you all understand what that means by now.” What a load of crap… “Now I have a question for you, my apostles. What is the form of love? First let’s start with you…” One of the believers in the front row answered, their eyes sparkling. “Yes, that’s wonderful. Now, next… Sister Jamie.”

“Huh?” To be honest, I was barely paying attention.

“When have you experienced love lately?” Aida asked. This guy’s off his rocket. Me? Experience love? I haven’t experienced the slightest positive emotion in four years. But of course I can’t say that.

“When my boyfriend cuddled with me in bed I guess,” I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“Hmm…” I heard Kishi hum next to me.

“What?” I whispered.

“Nothin’. Just didn’t know that made ya so happy.”

“Idiot. What was I supposed to say?”

“Then can I sleep with you in bed tonight, too?” Kishi teased.

“Do whatever you want,” I replied coldly.

“So in your case, it’s Brother Kishi who shows you love,” Aida said.


“Now I’ll ask Brother Kishi.”

“…Me?” Kishi asked exasperatedly.

“Yes. What does love mean to you, Brother?”

“…I think love is caring for someone so much, you’d be willing to die for them,”

Kishi answered seriously. I looked at him, my eyes wide with surprise. I didn’t expect him to answer so seriously. He sounded just like my brother and I couldn’t stop gazing at him as he rested his his cheek on his hand. As I was lost in thought, Aida yammered on about how much everyone can learn from Kishi’s example of love or something.

“That’s right! Since you two are a couple… Why don’t we have you two demonstrate your love for everyone with a kiss!” Aida’s words snapped me right out of my thoughts and I practically fell off my seat. He started clapping and the believers followed suit. Soon the whole room was filled with applause.

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I Got You (EXO; Kyungsoo)

One ring.

Two rings.

Three rings.

Groaning, I roll over onto my side. “Who the fuck are you and where do you wanna meet to fight me?”

“Hello to you too.”

I take a deep steadying breath. “Kim Jongdae, if you are calling for any other reason other than you are fucking near death, I will throw you in the Han River.”

“See? You do spend a lot of time with him. How can you not see it?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I glance at the time on the phone. “And why the hell are you calling me at 3 in the morning?” I demand.

“Because, you dolt, Kyungsoo called me again and I need to tell you something before I lose my damn mind.”

The mention of Kyungsoo’s name quiets me down a little. “What about Soo? Is he alright? What’s going on?”

“You know, he’s really sensitive.”


“Kyungsoo? He’s a sensitive little soul. Even if he makes threats like cutting off my limbs and throwing them one by one into the River.”

“Yeah, well I can see why he would make threats like that if you think calling at such an hour is acceptable.”

“Can you perk up for me a little? Because I’m not sure how you’re going to react to this.”

I mumble curse words under my breath as I stretch over to turn a light on. Then I push myself up into sitting. “There, I’m up. Now what the hell—”

“Kyungsoo is in love with you.”

My breath catches in my throat. “Jongdae?”

“Let me finish. He’s been in love with you, for I don’t know, fucking ages, but has never had the guts to do anything about it. So he just walks around trying to make you happy. And you need to dump that douchebag you’re dating now… Kim Seokjin?” I can already picture Kyungsoo’s best friend shivering at the name. “Don’t date someone with the same last name as me. It’s weird. And he’s a douche.”

“How do you even know that? You’ve never met him.”

“Because he’s not Kyungsoo. You’re actually the douche bag for not noticing his true feelings, but I’ll project the douchebagness onto your ex-boyfriend.”

I gasp. “Kim Jongdae! I am still dating him.”

“It’s not as if you like him.”

“And where the hell did you get that idea from?”

“You know, you cuss a lot when you’re angry.” I hiss through my teeth and he must hear the venom in it, because he goes on. “Look, if I have to listen to Kyungsoo moan over you near tears, I’ll come over to your place and kick your ass.” As an afterthought, he adds, “I mean you could probably kick my ass, you’re the girl that Kyungsoo’s in love with after all, but still. The intent is there.”

“You will kick my ass with good intentions?” I ask, my eyebrows raised in amusement. “Are you punking me, Dae? Because I’m not in the mood at 3 in the morning.”

“No, I’m not punking you, pabo!” he yells. “I would never joke about Kyungsoo’s feelings like this. They are real and they are valid and they have been there longer than you’ve been dating Mr. Douchebag. So please, do the boy a favour and make his life.”

“Where’s the proof, Jongdae?”

Jongdae goes quiet in disbelief? Tiredness? Death?

“Are you serious?” It was the first one. “You want proo—I’ll give you fucking proof. When you were about this close to failing that calculus class in first year, who pulled through for you?”

“He was being a good friend.”

“I am his best friend and he never did anything of the like for me and we were failing the exact same class.” Jongdae comes up with another one. “How about when Mr. Asshole broke your heart in second year? Who brought you flowers and made you food and encouraged you to go looking when you were ready?”

I shake my head, refusing to believe this. “No. Dae, he’s a good friend. Kyungsoo loves me like a friend and I… I do too.”

“You hesitated!”

“Shut the hell up, Kim Jongdae.”

“You don’t scare me over the phone,” he lies. “But he’s madly in love with you. Cut the guy some slack and just tell him how you feel.”

“Did you forget Jin?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention? I saw that guy macking with some other dude on my floor.”

“You saw what, where, with who?”

“Yeah, I don’t remember who the guy was, but I remember breaking up with Jin on your behalf and promised to tell you for him.”

Well that explains why that asshole never showed up for dinner tonight.

“You didn’t think to fucking tell me this before my dinner date? I waited there for an hour, Jongdae.”

Yes,” he enunciates. “You don’t think Kyungsoo told me? I had to listen to him recount how nice your hair looks and how his heart breaks over—”


“I’m not screwing with you,” he says in a quiet voice. “You don’t know how Kyungsoo talks about you. Like you’re the sun and the moon and all the stars.”

“You know…”

“I know that guys have been complete asshats to you in the past and trust me, Jongin, Chanyeol, and I have fought for your honour each time because Kyungsoo sort of asks us to in his weird way. So come on, the one guy who has literally stuck by you through every single one is still there and waiting for you to notice him.”

It doesn’t take much more of Jongdae’s smooth talking to get me out of bed, in one of Kyungsoo’s hoodies, and straight out the door of my apartment. It’s a five minute walk from my place to Kyungsoo’s and I watch the ground move below me as I go. The ghost hour’s breeze blows softly around me, wafting the smell of Kyungsoo’s sweater to me. It’s familiar and I wonder…

There are a lot of things to wonder about and I wonder about only a quarter of them until I’ve found myself at Kyungsoo’s front door. I used the key to get through the lobby entrance, but it doesn’t exactly feel right to just bust through his apartment like this.

So I knock.

But he doesn’t answer.

And I knock again.

When I knock for a third time and he still doesn’t answer, I get worried. So I unlock the apartment door. There’s one light on in the living room.

As I wander over, careful not to make any noise in case he’s asleep, I’m greeted by a slightly flushed Kyungsoo with a soju bottle in his hand. Forgoing the shot glass on the table, he just takes swigs out of the bottle.


His eyes snap up to me and he almost loses his grip on the bottle.

“O-oh my god, what are you doing here?”

Upon closer inspection, I notice that the bottle has only just been broken into and that his eyes are red rimmed.

“Soo, were you… crying?”

Kyungsoo swipes at his cheeks, as if that’s how I came to that conclusion. But his cheeks are dry. “No.”

“Uh huh…”

“What are you doing here?” he repeats.

“Dae called me.”

Kyungsoo’s already wide eyes widen even further. “W-what did he say to you?”

“That you…” God, words are really failing me right now. So I point to him and then I point to me and I bury my face into the top of his sweater. “He told me that you’ve been… you’ve been…”

“Fuck Jongdae,” I hear him mutter.


“I didn’t want you to…” He puts the soju bottle down, because it makes his shaking hands very obvious. He doesn’t seem to like to look up at me while we have this conversation, so he gets to his feet. “I didn’t… shit.”

“You… what?” I ask, confused.

“No, not… fucking hell, there was no warning.”

“Uh, yeah. I’m here at 3:30 in the morning. I get it.”

My reply gets him to crack a small, if not nervous, smile. “Why did you come?”

“I just… I don’t know. I guess I needed to hear it from you? It’s a little surreal. Because yesterday I had a boyfriend and now Jongdae tells me that I don’t.”

“Oh my… did that asshole actually break up with your boyfriend for you?”

“Something about how he fights for my honour,” I reply.

Kyungsoo tips his head back in annoyance, and in that moment, I find my eyes falling to his Adam’s apple. And how much I wouldn’t mind kissing it.

Well that’s a thought I haven’t had in a while.

“God, you should’ve ignored him.”

“Hard to do that when he’s shouting at you to come see you, Soo.”

“Fine, fuck, I love you. Yes. I do. And it’s stupid and selfish and ill-timed and totally not what you need right now and I should—”

“Shut up.”

Kyungsoo blinks in surprise. “Huh?”

“Shut up,” I repeat. “You should shut up. It’s not stupid or selfish and I don’t know…” I shrug, losing my hands in the armholes of Kyungsoo’s sweater. “You were always kinda what I needed.”

His jaw drops.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“There was never a good time,” he admits.

I run a hand through my hair. His eyes watch me as I do it, so I reach for his hand and bring it to my cheek. Without even really thinking about it, his fingers run through the hair on the side of my face.

Then he realizes what he’s doing and takes his hand back.

Sighing, I step towards him. “Look, I know that I’m an oblivious fuck, but come on, Kyungsoo. Work with me here? I know this moment will never be perfect, but—”

Kyungsoo closes the distance between us, his hands finding their way into my hair, and his lips already knowing exactly what to do. He’s soft and warm and smells exactly how he always does. His lips taste like alcohol and his kiss is dizzying, so I feel a little off balance when he pulls away.

“The moment was perfect.”

“Can we sleep then? Jongdae still woke me up at 3 in the morning to tell me all this and I have class in the morning.”

Kyungsoo chuckles and tugs me towards the bedroom. “You’re really going to talk about school when I finally got you?”


Kyungsoo shakes his head as he takes a seat on the bed. He pulls me between his legs, his hands resting lazily on my hips. I run a hand through his dark hair and smile when he leans into my palm.

“You realize it’s my birthday today?” he murmurs.

My eyes widen. “Oh shit. I—” I had forgotten his birthday between the whirlwind of tests and projects.

He guides my head down to his lips again. “And I got you as a present. So don’t talk about school around me today.”

I laugh against his lips. “Fine, Soo. I’m sorry.”

“Sleep now?”

I hum in response and fall asleep with his skin under my palm, his heartbeat thrumming steadily.

my d&d game last night
Some priest where talking to: Due the magic fog that covers the valley our god, the morning lord (basically a sun god), can’t helps nor guide us. My son went to revolt last year to the ruler of the land who is caused of this fog, and he came back change (he was turned into vampire, the main villain of game is vampire)

my dm: Did you seriously just figured that out????

My party: Yeah it was clear sense we started playing….???

Me: You know what??? this is really in character

my party & dm: 

Wherever You Are (M.C.)

A/N: I don’t write enough about Michael and I’ve been swerving into his lane as of late so…yeah. It’s very lengthy too and it’s one of those cliche best friend love stories.

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Nothing lasts forever. Nothing stays the same.

“Hey, you.” Michael smiled at me through the computer screen.
“Hi.” I smiled back and moved so that I was now laying against my headboard with my laptop on my lap. “What time is it over there?”
He looked down to the corner of his computer before making eye contact with me again. “Almost one am.”

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