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This month, I'm doing Craft Bingo over at Dreamwidth! I generated myself a bingo card and I've been using the prompts as warmups.

I'm a little nervous about crossposting them here because they're not really polished or picked over for characterization, but to heck with it. I'll share the ones I end up liking a bit.

Bingo Card: Craft Bingo 2024 Prompt: Drawing

Fandom: Batman vs TMNT Wordcount: 787 Summary: Mikey and Raph sign Donnie's cast. Warnings: None

"Mikey, if you don't move your shell, I'm gonna move it for you!"

"Okay, okay, hold on," Michelangelo, leaning over the table upon which Donatello's cast-covered arm was currently splayed, had his tongue stuck out as he concentrated hard on whatever he was drawing. A variety of markers in every color imaginable were scattered haphazardly on the table; some had already rolled off onto the floor.

Donnie didn't seem to notice the mess; he was currently scrunched in a chair with his knees folded up and his toes curling over the seat's edge, typing away on his phone with a single-minded focus, lost in his own little world. Only the slight hint of a frown betrayed whatever he was feeling at the moment.

(Barbara. They'd been back from Gotham for less than a day, and Donnie had barely stopped. I need to get a photo of this project for Barbara, Barbara had some suggestions for our patrol schedule, did you know Barbara installed a real-time sample analyzer in her motorcycle? Jeez, why didn't he just marry her already?)

"Nope, time's up!" Raphael set his hand on Mikey's head and pushed down until only the very top curve of green scales was visible over the rim of his plastron.

"Heeeeeeey," Mikey whined, his voice echoing around the inside of his shell. "I need my eyes to see so I can finish my masterpiece! No one treated the original Michelangelo like this!"

Donnie raised his head and inhaled sharply, sensing an opportunity to infodump like an Irish Setter sensing a bird. "Actually-"

"Quit your whining, Mike, and go get ready for patrol. I just need to sign his cast and then we can get outta here," Raph interjected quickly, tapping Mike's shell firmly with his knuckle a couple of times for emphasis.

"Aww. Fine." Mikey popped his head up and dropped the marker in his hand. It rolled sadly across the table, just barely stopping before it would have tipped over the edge. "But I'm gonna finish as soon as we get back, okay Donnie? So don't go anywhere. This bad boy's gonna be in the MOMA once it comes off."

"Not going anywhere. I hate, hate, hate broken arms," Donnie grumbled at his phone.

As soon as Mikey slid out of the seat, Raph dropped in, grabbing a red marker with the intent to scratch his name across one of the few remaining blank spots. Before he could, though, Donnie raised his gaze from his phone and cut in, a little hesitant, trying and failing to sound casual. Quiet, like he didn't want Mikey overhearing the request and making a stink.

"Hey, I was wondering... could you... draw Mr. Turtle? Only if you want to, I mean."

Mr. Turtle. Raph hadn't thought about that in ages. When they were kids, he'd gone through a phase where he'd wanted to become a comic book artist, and he'd started his own little comic strip with a turtle protagonist. It had been clumsy, pointless and meandering, but his brothers had loved it, eating up every strip. Leo had collected them all in a little crate in his room. Were they still there?

He hadn't drawn much since. He had a lot of other hobbies to take up his time. Turns out living the life of a mutated ninja turtle teenager could keep you pretty busy.

"...Why?"

Donnie shrugged his opposite shoulder. "I don't know, I kinda liked that little guy. I thought he was cute. You used to draw all the time, but I can't think of the last time I saw you doing it."

Raph frowned. "It's been, what, eight years? Pretty sure it's gonna suck."

Donnie flashed him a small smile before his attention settled back on his phone. "Didn't you hear? This thing's going in the MOMA. They'll eat it up."

Heh. Fine. Raph twirled the red marker in his grip, thinking through the shape he was about to draw. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Don, but sure."

Four minutes later, Mike bounced back into the room, all geared up for patrol. He leaned over the table to see Raph finishing up the last strokes on his little turtle doodle.

"Hey!! That's where my rocketship was gonna go!"

Raph turned around in his seat and grabbed Mikey in a headlock, using the marker to quickly swipe a red mustache along Mike's snout, the ink bleeding brown against the green of his scales. "Too bad, I had a request!"

"He did," confirmed Donnie, who was already snapping photos of both his decorated cast and Mikey's new mustache. "I wanted him to do Mr. Turtle. And he did a great job."

Thank you, Don.

"Barbara thinks so, too."

Ughhhhh.

#jix stuff #jix prompt fills

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klaineanummel · 6 years

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Story of My Life 24/24

Kurt reflects on the past twelve years of his life, coming to realize that one man in particular has affected him far more than he ever thought he would

Welcome to the final chapter of my originally-written-for-klaineadvent fic :) While this fic is now officially complete, I'm not done with this universe (I don't know how I ever imagined I would be, considering how huge this universe was when I originally conceived of it back in 2014). If you’ve been over to AO3, you will have seen that this fic is now Part One of a series! So far I have three follow-up stories planned, but who knows if that will really be the end. You never know with me!

I know a lot of you will probably feel let down by this chapter, but it was always in my plans to end it like this. It's actually this ending that made me more open to the idea of turning this into a series, because I knew how I wanted it to end, but I also knew that the ending would only be scratching the surface on a lot of issues that have been brought up throughout the fic. I hope you will enjoy nonetheless!

Thank you so much to everybody who has supported me and this fic throughout the past month-and-a-bit. I'm really blown away by the reaction to this story. I hope I will get to see you all (or at least some of you) soon when I post the first follow-up fic for this series (which, to be honest, I'm not sure when that will be). Love you all, and thank you so much for coming on this ride with me. I've had so much fun with it <3

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May 8th, 2024

Kurt’s brain doesn’t seem to kick into gear until the reception hall door is clicking shut behind Blaine. He scrambles off his bar stool and runs after him, feeling like the absolute stupid person in the world.

Six months? Six months? The fuck he’s had feelings for Blaine for six months. As memory after memory continues to hit him, he wonders how he could have spent so much time not realizing that he’s been in love with Blaine for years.

He’s so thankful that he didn’t follow his earlier desire to get completely wasted. Chasing after Blaine in his formal shoes is already uncomfortable enough.

He pushes through the reception hall door, and instantly calls out, “Blaine!”

It’s a little chilly for May, and Kurt shivers as he stares at the large parking lot the reception hall leads onto. Why couldn’t Blaine have exited through the back, with the gorgeous balcony and beautiful view? This would be so much more romantic back there.

“Blaine!” he shouts again. There’s no way he could have gone far, he literally just left.

He can’t believe he spent even a minute thinking that he was just settling for Blaine. That his feelings were anything but true. Of course he loves Blaine. He feels like he’s just been hit over the head with it. God, how did he not see it before?

“Blaine!” he calls out a third time, and is finally granted a response in the form of a groan.

He turns toward the sound, seeing Blaine step out from just around the corner of the building. His shoulders are slumped, and he looks more annoyed than anything at the fact that Kurt has followed him.

“Look, Kurt, I think I know what you’re going to say, and I thought I would be okay to have this conversation with you again, but honestly I’m not sure that I can.”

Kurt starts to head toward him, shaking his head. “No, you really don’t know what I’m going to say.”

“Yeah, I do. We’ve had this conversation about a hundred times. I know, you think of me as a close friend, you can’t imagine life without me, you’re not uncomfortable but you don’t love me back, you never will, I get it, Kurt.”

The anger in Blaine’s words make Kurt stop in his tracks. He stares at him for a moment, takes in the frustration in Blaine’s eyes, and the way that his hands are clenched tightly at his sides. His breath comes heavily as he watches Blaine, licking his dry lips, trying to think of what to say.

Blaine snorts when Kurt doesn’t immediately respond. “Seriously, Kurt, it’s fine. We won’t be having this conversation again, I promise. I’m really done this time.”

“No,” Kurt manages.

Blaine’s entire face falls as he stares at Kurt. “No?”

Kurt shakes his head. “No.”

“No, what? No, you don’t think it’ll be the last time? Because I know you have reason to believe that, but I really mean it this time.”

“No, I don’t want you to be done.”

Blaine’s lips part slightly in surprise, and Kurt takes a step toward him, wanting nothing more than to kiss them. He presses them back together tightly, though, instead of speaking. His eyes remain steadfast on Kurt’s, and Kurt’s heart aches at the mix of defeat and anger he sees written in them.

Kurt takes another step forward, almost reaching Blaine.

Blaine crosses his arms over his chest, and finally speaks. “Is that it? That’s all you have to say? You don’t want me to be done, and then you just stop?” He shakes his head. “What the hell does that even mean, Kurt?”

“I—” Kurt takes two final steps toward Blaine, close enough to reach out and touch him. He hesitates, though, not entirely sure if his touch would be welcome right now. He swallows thickly, then looks directly into Blaine’s eyes and says, “I do remember my promise from ten years ago.” He wraps his arms around himself as a wind gust blows past them. “I mean, how could I forget?”

“I don’t even know why I brought that up,” Blaine mumbles. “I’ve always known you were just placating me back then. Telling the stupid teenager what he wanted to hear.” His arms tighten around himself, and he shivers gently. “You know I told myself I would wait for you?” He scoffs, shaking his head, and Kurt’s heart aches. “God, so stupid.”

“I’m so sorry, Blaine,” Kurt says. “I… in hindsight, I probably shouldn’t have told you that. Not then. It wasn’t really fair, especially since you’re right. I was just placating you.”

“Okay, seriously, Kurt? This sucks.” Blaine practically spits the words out. “If you just came out here to beat me over the head with how stupid I’ve been to even consider that you might like me back—”

“No, I swear—”

“Because I refuse to feel stupid for it anymore, okay? I know you just see me as Cooper’s younger brother, that I’ll always be a kid to you, but you don’t treat me that way. I see you staring at me, and we’re always spending time together. You always tell me how amazing I am, how I’m the best person in your life. Don’t you see how that fucks with my head?” Blaine is practically shouting by the time he’s done, arms raising dramatically over his head. He’s shaking, though Kurt can’t tell if it’s due to anger or the chill.

“I don’t think you’re stupid, Blaine,” Kurt says, trying to remain calm. “I… think that I’m the stupid one, actually.”

Blaine stares at him for a moment, then raises an eyebrow. “Are you waiting for me to disagree? Because I won’t.”

“I’m not,” Kurt promises. “I’m sorry, I just… this is hard. I only just realized that I’m in love with you, and now I’m here, and I feel like this is getting so out of control, and I’m not saying any of the right things, and—”

“Kurt,” Blaine says, and Kurt stops, surprised at the tight tone of Blaine’s voice. “What did you just say?”

“I said it’s getting so out of control,” Kurt says, shuffling on his feet. “I didn’t really imagine this conversation going this way.”

“No, that’s not what I mean. The other part. The being in love with me part?”

“Oh,” Kurt feels his cheeks heating. He forces himself to stand still, arms wrapped tightly around himself. “Well, yes. That. Right.”

“You’re in love with me?” Kurt isn’t sure if Blaine sounds more disbelieving or frustrated. Kurt sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, watching Blaine carefully.

“Yes? Yes. Yes, I am.”

Blaine stares at him, face completely emotionless for a second, before his entire body stiffens and he shouts, “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Kurt’s eyes widen in shock at the outburst, watching as Blaine spreads his arms wide in question, eyes burning with an emotion Kurt deeply hopes isn’t anger.

“Like, seriously, Kurt? You’re in love with me? You’re just going to drop that bomb on me at my goddamn brother’s wedding, after making me think that you were coming out here to reject me again?”

Kurt winces, taking a careful step back. “Uh, wow. I didn’t… Jeez, I’m really screwing this up,” he says the last part under his breath, but Blaine laughs sardonically, clearly having heard him.

“You think, Kurt? You think you’re screwing this up? What the hell is even happening right now?!”

“I’m sorry, Blaine, I’m still… my brain is sort of playing catch-up, this is all happening really fast.”

“Fast? This is not fast, Kurt. Twelve years is not fast.”

“Right, sorry, wrong choice of words, I just—” he puts his hands up, not really sure how to deal with such an angry Blaine. Aside from that one New Year’s, he and Blaine have never really fought, at least not like this, and so he doesn’t have much experience dealing with an angry Blaine. “Look, can we maybe sit down? Inside? And talk?”

“We can talk here and now,” Blaine grits out.

“Yeah, okay, we can do that, too,” Kurt says. “So, yeah, um, I love you.” Kurt scratches at his arm, shuffling uncomfortably on his feet. “I didn’t really picture telling you like this, or you reacting this way, but I didn’t really picture it at all since I just realized about five minutes ago, so—"

“Oh, my god,” Blaine interrupts, bringing a hand up to his hair. “You know what, I changed my mind, we shouldn’t talk about this. I think this is just a little too much for me.”

“No, Blaine, please,” Kurt rushes forward before he can stop himself, grabbing Blaine’s hands tightly. They’re cold, though Kurt is sure that his own are colder. “Please, don’t go.”

Blaine stops, moving, staring down at their connected hands. “Kurt, this is crazy. You realize this is crazy, right?”

“Of course I realize this is crazy,” Kurt says, squeezing Blaine’s hands tight. “How do you think I’ve been feeling for the past six months?”

Blaine’s head whips up. “Six months? You just said you just realized you loved me five minutes ago!”

“Right, yeah, but I realized I had feelings for you six months ago. You know, when you told me you were over me.”

Blaine stares at him, eyes wide in disbelief. “Are you fucking serious?” Kurt winces at Blaine’s volume, but Blaine continues with, “You didn’t realize you had feelings for me until I told you I was over you? Until I made myself unavailable? Kurt, do you realize how fucked up that sounds?”

“I know, I know, and that’s why I haven’t said anything!” Kurt says. “Because I couldn’t bear the thought of telling you I liked you if it wasn’t for real. I can’t… I still can’t bear the thought of hurting you again. Which is so stupid, since I’m clearly hurting you now.”

Blaine shakes his head. “This is unbelievable. Of all the ways I pictured this happening…”

“I’m sorry,” Kurt groans, hanging his head in shame. “I’m fucking this all up, I know. I should have waited, got you flowers, taken you out to dinner, or something, I don’t know… I was watching you walk away, and I suddenly remembered all these moments in my life, all these moments where you were there for me, all these huge moments where all I wanted was to be next to you, to make you feel better, to never cause you pain. And as I thought about all that, I realized that Mercedes was right. I did have my head up my ass.”

“Kurt, this is the worst declaration of love in the world.”

“Fuck, I know,” Kurt brings his hands up to his forehead, taking Blaine’s with him. “And I totally understand if you want to tell me to screw off after all of this. I do, I get it. But Blaine, the fear I had? That I didn’t like you for real? It was so stupid. Like, really, so goddamn stupid.”

Blaine’s fingers squirm in his hands, and Kurt gently lets go. Blaine instantly re-takes his hands, though, this time holding them in a more comfortable position. Kurt stares at Blaine in surprise, and Blaine just rolls his eyes and says, “Well, don’t stop now!”

“Right, sorry.” He clears his throat. “God, I really should have thought this through better.”

“Kurt.” His voice is slightly softer than before, and it gives Kurt a little hope that maybe he hasn’t completely fucked this up.

“Yes, yes. Look, Blaine, I was so worried that I was just projecting my loneliness onto you. I didn’t want that. I’ve hurt you so much over the years, that I couldn’t bear to actually give us a chance, only to realize that the feelings weren’t really there. So, I kept my mouth shut, and have spent the last six months practically burying my head in the sand. I didn’t want to think about it, because I was so scared that if I really thought about it I would realize it wasn’t real. But in hindsight… Jesus Christ, that was stupid. I was so concerned with hurting you again if I didn’t really have feelings for you, that I totally ignored the fact that purposefully ignoring my feelings for you would hurt you just as much.”

He looks down at their connected hands, then back up to Blaine. “I’m sorry, I’m royally screwing this up. You deserve so much better than this. You deserve so much better than me. You deserve someone who doesn’t push feelings away because they might lead to pain. You deserve someone who actually realizes they love you when they fall for you, not years after the fact.”

“Years?” Blaine asks, breathless.

“Yeah, Blaine. Years. I can’t… don’t ask me to pinpoint a specific moment, but when I think about it, it’s so damn obvious, I can’t believe I didn’t realize before.”

“Well, you did have your head pretty far up your ass.”

Kurt drops his head again, unable to help himself from laughing self-deprecatingly. “It was so far up there I’m surprised I don’t have colon problems.”

“Ew, Kurt,” Blaine’s face scrunches up. “Don’t talk about your colon. You’re confessing your love to me, come on.”

Kurt smiles sadly at him. “I’m sorry. I can’t even do this right. I don’t… I totally understand if you want to tell me to screw off.”

“Kurt, I’m not – god,” Blaine shakes his head, and for the first time since they’ve come outside, Kurt thinks he sees a hint of a smile on Blaine’s face. “I’ve loved you for almost twelve years. I’m not going to tell you to screw off now that you’re saying you love me back.” Blaine squeezes their hands tight, but then quickly adds, “Even if you said it in basically the worst, least romantic way possible.”

“Christ,” Kurt groans. “Why am I so damn bad at this?”

“Who knows,” Blaine says, and he’s definitely got a small, soft smile on his face now.

Kurt licks his lips, then says, “I know you said you don’t want to tell me to screw off, but I also understand if you need time to process all of this. I won’t be mad if you decide that I’ve made you wait too long, or that you really are over me.”

“Over you?” Blaine shakes his head. “Kurt, I think we both know by now that if I was going to get over you, I would have long ago.”

“But that phone call—”

“That phone call was made in a drunken stupor, after listening to my friends shit-talk you for over an hour. I was pissed, and feeling self-righteous, and too drunk to stop myself from doing something stupid.” Blaine shrugs, as though it’s nothing. “You didn’t seriously think that I was over you after that phone call, right?”

“Um, yes,” Kurt says, raising a confused eyebrow. “You told me that you were the morning after.”

“Well, what was I supposed to say? Things always get so awkward when I mention my feelings for you. Exhibit A, this entire conversation.”

“I don’t feel awkward.”

Blaine frowns. “Really?”

Kurt shakes his head easily. “Do you?”

Blaine shrugs. “A little. I think mostly because I don’t really know what to think.”

Kurt chews on his bottom lip, then hesitantly asks, “Are you still mad at me?”

“Kind of,” Blaine admits. “Not as much as I was at the beginning of the conversation.”

“But you’re not going to tell me to screw off?”

Blaine snorts. “Kurt, are you kidding? I’ve been waiting for this day for twelve years. Even if I was literally spitting mad, I wouldn’t tell you to screw off.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” Kurt whispers. “I can’t even imagine… god, how do you not hate me?”

“Kurt, I can’t think of a single thing that you could do that would make me genuinely hate you.”

Kurt just raises a skeptical eyebrow. “What if I murdered Cooper?”

“Oh, my god, Kurt, seriously, you are absolutely terrible at this. How have you gotten anybody to go out with you, ever?” Blaine laughs as he says it, though, and Kurt can’t help but smile.

“Well, usually I’m not the one doing the asking out, or confessions of love.”

Blaine’s laughter dies down, and he swings their hands gently. “To be fair, I have confessed my love for you about twenty-five times already. It was your turn.”

“I really messed it up, huh?”

Blaine shrugs. “Well, yeah. But I’ll give you another chance.”

Kurt perks up at that. “You will?”

Blaine nods. He looks Kurt over, and then, voice quieter, asks, “You’re definitely sure, though? That you love me?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Because this won’t be a fling to me. And it’s going to be intense, like, from day one.”

“I know, Blaine.”

“Once we do this, there’s no turning back. If you do change your mind and realize you don’t love me, I’m going to be so angry, Kurt.”

“I know,” Kurt assures again, stepping closer into Blaine’s space. “I know.”

“Because I love you, Kurt. I want to be with you, for real, and forever. I know that’s a lot, and if you were anybody else I would never say this, but… but this is the real deal for me. I’m not stepping into a ‘let’s see where this goes’ kind of situation. I already know where I want this to go, and if you don’t feel the same—”

“I do,” Kurt says. “I know this hasn’t been as dramatic as Cooper proposing to Rachel without even dating, but I promise that this isn’t just a fling for me. I was never really a fan of those, anyway.”

“You’ve had so many, though,” Blaine says, as though he can’t stop himself.

“Not that many,” Kurt defends, feeling his cheeks redden.

“It’s felt like an eternal amount.”

“Well, regardless, I’m done with that now,” Kurt says, not wanting to get sucked in to some tangent. Not when they’re finally getting somewhere. “I want to be with you, Blaine.” Blaine’s bottom lip trembles, and Kurt instantly says, “I’m sorry, oh my god, please don’t cry,” as a few stray tears leak out of his eyes.

“These aren’t sad tears,” Blaine says, voice slightly choked up. “I promise, these are happy tears. Kurt, I genuinely thought this day was never going to come.” He lets go of one of Kurt’s hands, bringing his own hand up to wipe away a tear. “I knew that if I said anything today, it would be the last time. I really was done. I don’t know if I’d ever have truly gotten over you, but I was going to give up the tiny sliver of hope I always held on to. This was it. I just needed to hear you say you couldn’t love me one last time, as stupid as that sounds.” He shakes his head. “And then you followed me out here, and I thought, well, you’re getting what you wanted Anderson, but it hurt so much more than I thought. That’s why I was so defensive, and I—I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, I just can’t believe that this is happening.” He sniffs. “I didn’t think I’d ever get to hear you say those words.”

“I love you?” Kurt asks hesitantly.

Blaine shakes his head. “I’ve heard you say that a thousand times,” he says. “No, ‘I want to be with you’.”

“Oh,” Kurt says, stomach dropping to his feet. “Blaine…”

“No, not now. No more sorry’s, okay? Today has been crazy enough.”

“It really has,” Kurt says. Then, he straightens himself up a little, and says, “So, do I get some time to prepare for my second confession of love, or do you want me to do it right now? Because, fair warning, my mind is working pretty fast, and I can’t promise that there won’t be more colon talk.”

Blaine smiles up at him through his tears, then says, “You can have some time.”

“How about until tomorrow evening?” Kurt asks. “You’re not busy, right?”

Blaine shakes his head. “Only thing on my calendar is watering Cooper and Rachel’s plants.”

“Good. Then come over, and I’ll give you a confession of love so amazing, you won’t even be able to believe it.”

“I already can’t.”

Kurt raises an eyebrow, smiling as he asks, “Really? Because I haven’t given you much today to imply that I am any good at this.”

“You forget that I’ve known you for longer than just today,” Blaine says, grinning up at Kurt.

“So true,” Kurt hums. He looks down at Blaine, considering him for a moment, then asks, “So, you’re not mad at me anymore?”

Blaine shrugs. “Still a little bit, but the happiness is winning out.”

“So, if I ask if I can kiss you…”

Blaine grins and, before Kurt can have the decency to actually ask, he leans up and presses their lips together.

This kiss is unlike any they’ve shared in the past. Butterflies erupt in Kurt’s stomach as their lips meet, and this time he moves deeper into the kiss instead of pulling away. Blaine’s lips are just as soft as he knew they would be, and he takes his free hand and brings it up to Blaine’s jaw, tipping it up so he can kiss him better.

They part softly, Blaine staring up at Kurt like he placed the moon in the sky. Kurt wonders if Blaine can see in his own eyes how much he adores Blaine. If Blaine thinks Kurt put the moon in the sky, then Kurt is sure that Blaine must have placed the sun.

“Wow,” Blaine whispers. “That was…”

“Good?”

“So worth the wait,” Blaine replies, then tilts his head back up and connects their lips in another absolutely perfect kiss.

The End

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deathandrenegades · 7 years

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Enscripted - Part 1

Summary: Soulmate AU between Dean and reader. Dean’s your new neighbor in a small town, which arises strange feels to implode from you. On top of it, there’s another face that seems to stir trouble. Could he be who he says he is?

Word Count: 2024

A/N: Mostly just flufffff. I posted this fic awhile back, but i changed my URL so i’m just reposting this (and other fics) again!

He wandered into my cluttered living room, putting his phone to his ear.

"Hey how's everything been?" His voice gruff and muffled. I unpacked the rest of the pots and pans, the clanking metal drowning out his voice.

I jumped as his voice sounded behind me.

"Hey- woah hey sorry." he put his hands up smiling. I caught my breath and chuckled.

"No it’s okay, sorry, I just scare easily." I sheepishly smiled, letting out a breath. His lips tucked into a small smile and he clapped his hands together. I jumped again at the sound of thunder. He peered outside of the kitchen window curtains, it was absolutely down pouring outside. He frowned at the sight, as I looked over him, assessing him fully.

"Well, I certainly can’t have you walking out there in that," I smiled politely, his eyes locking mine. "Can I get you a drink? Water, soda, beer?" He smiled and looked down at his hands briefly.

"Uh beer would be good, yeah." he replied scratching the back of his head.

I grabbed two from the fridge and walked us into the living room. Boxes still littering the floor. He sat on the couch as I knelt down and started to empty out the boxes, mostly books. I picked up some and walked over to the bookshelf on the end of the couch.

"So what brings you out here?" The town’s population was under 15000. Nothing ever really happened here. When he didn’t answer I looked over at him. His hands holding his beer as he leaned over his knees. He stared at the bottle, caught into a faraway place. He cleared his throat, shaking his head as if to get rid of the thought.

"Um, I just needed a fresh start I guess." he let out a breathy laugh. He clenched his jaw, his eyes squinting slightly. I placed the books on my shelf, looking at him. There was something else, more to him than he was letting off.

But why be so guarded? I thought.

I walked over to another box, not looking at him as I bent down to grab more books.

"How is that working out for you?" I asked. He sipped his beer. I walked back to the shelf and placed the books on it. I sighed and sat down next to him, twisting off the cap to my beer and relaxing into the couch. He sat back to look at me.

"It is what it is," he sighed, "but it’s not bad, or at least it won’t be. I have to unpack myself still."

I glanced through the window as it continued to pour. I looked back at Dean, this mysterious man. He has short blonde hair, sticking up and a striking jawline, his plaid flannel peeking from his dark green jacket. He almost looked sleepy. I flicked on the TV mounted to the wall and handed him the remote. He took it from me and I gave him a reassuring smile. He shrugged and kicked off his boots as we both waited for the storm to dwindle down.

I finished with the boxes in the kitchen and made my way upstairs to finish the office and my bedroom, periodically checking on the man in my living room.

I shuffled down the stairs.

"Okay I think I finally have my bedroom all set" I sighed with relief, stepping into the living room. Dean slouched over, snoring into his chest.

How did I not see this coming, I thought to myself. I sighed and headed up the stairs, pulling some blankets out of a closet and grabbing a pillow off my bed. I hurriedly moved down the stairs and went over to him. I set the blankets down on the coffee table, and the pillow on the end of the couch, and gently moved him down then throwing the blanket over him. He sighed as his sleep deepened. I fought a smile, looking over how peaceful he looked. I sighed and cleared away the beer bottles.

I laid in bed, eerily aware of the body down stairs. Cautious, but he seemed harmless enough. I could tell that there was much more under the surface. I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever hear from him again after tomorrow when he wakes up. I don’t know anyone in the town really besides him. I sighed and settled into my bed more.

I woke to sunlight dripping through the curtains. I groaned at the sight. I yanked myself out of bed, hopping in the shower. I wrapped myself in a towel and got ready for the day, pulling my long blonde hair into a ponytail. I got dressed and made my way down stairs, wondering if he'd still be here.

I stepped into the living room, my heart beating hard. He was splayed over the couch, nearly falling off and snoring loudly. I suppressed a giggle at the sight and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

"For a stranger, you sure are nice." a husky voice said behind me, making me jump as I cracked eggs. "You really gotta work on that jump thing." he said with a smile. I giggled and nodded. He yawned, stretched and sat at the table as I handed him a plate of eggs and bacon with a cup of OJ. A grin stretched over his face before he dug in.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked through my own mouthful of breakfast.

"Like a friggin' baby." he said as he took another fork full of eggs.

"Good I’m glad. What a way to get acquainted" I laughed. He chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"So what do you do for a living?" He asked, presumably out of obligation to ask.

"I was with a chemical company, now I work at one of the bars downtown." I asked sipping my orange juice.

"So why did you move out here then?"

"It paid amazingly and I love chemistry but something just didn’t feel right. I needed to be somewhere else." my voice trailed off.

"Jeez, loving chemistry, can’t picture it." I raised my eyebrows. He caught my eye and quickly explained "I didn’t mean about you, you look very smart, I meant for me. I hated chemistry." he said shaking his head and swallowing some OJ.

I laughed "school isn’t your thing then I take it?"

"And it never will be!" he confirmed "you and your nerd stuff." he muttered shaking his head again

"I am not a nerd!" I said pouting

He looked into my eyes, making me catch my breath for a second "you said you LOVE chemistry, That’s nerd stuff!"

"Whatever." I said in frustration, rolling my eyes and then catching his only to burst out in laughter with him.

"So what about you though?"

"I just fix cars. Nothing better." He said. I could hear the admiration in his voice.

"There’s nothing better than getting paid to do what you love." I agreed. "So you’re just unpacking today then?" I asked making polite small talk, there was something about Dean that captivated me. Maybe it was a new fresh start, a new face, but I genuinely could feel him already growing on me.

"Yeah I haven’t even started really." he sighed.

"Bummer. Well, since I’m your new neighbor it’s only fair I offer you some help." I smiled at him, looking into his green eyes. His eyes locked mine, making him dazed for a second. He broke away from my gaze, shaking his head a little.

"No, that’s fine, really. You've been all the more welcoming with me, if anything it’s me that owes you a favor."

"Well, maybe not a favor, but how about a drink?" I held my breath, daring to make the first move. My heel bounced anxiously awaiting his answer. He seemed to nearly be frozen.

Finally he smiled, looking at me. "Tomorrow night, 7?" He pursed his lips a little. I nodded at him.

"There’s another bar right up the road from us, not the one I work at though."

"Perfect" he said with a smile, getting up from the table. I took his plate from him and dropped ours into the sink, then turning to walk him to the door.

"I really can’t thank you enough" he said kindly. I beamed at him.

"It’s really no big deal. You were pretty beat, and I was unpacking. A win-win, really." I reassured him. He sighed and looked down, and I opened the door for him. "Have a safe walk Dean." I said softly, catching his gaze before he walked out of the door.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of the nagging itch to turn around and go back to her. There’s something about her that pulls me to her. Almost like a physical force, I thought in awe. I finally got home, pushing her out of my head so I can focus on getting my new house together.

I laid in bed, finally having everything in order. I couldn’t help but think back to her, wondering what she was doing right now. Maybe if she was thinking about me even...I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to believe I’m feeling this way already. Every time I got close to anyone I’ve always pushed them away, too selfish, too scared. And she seemed so amazing, my brain rattling with thoughts of her. I fell asleep to her brown eyes burned into my brain.

Sunlight blared through the blinds. I got up, stretching and groaning. Something through the window caught my eye. It was her, the girl, tanning in her backyard. I put my hand on the wall, practically smooshing my face against the glass trying to get a better look. My cheeks flushed as she stood up, her petite body looking more toned than ever, dripping in tanning oil. She looked up, catching my eye, and I all but darted away from the window. When I dared look back I could see her brilliant smile and her shoulders shake with laughter. I wanted to slam my head through a wall for being so drawn to her, conflicted with what to do.

I hopped in the shower, trying to clear my head. I called Sam after.

"Hey"

"How’s it going in Nowheresville?" Sam teased. I grinned.

"Oh you know, it has its perks. One in particular actually." I smiled at the thought of her.

"You’ve been there for three days and you’re already seeing someone? Why I am not even surprised." Sam’s laughter rang through the phone. I missed him.

"Well it’s obviously not that serious. I’m seeing her tonight." I felt anxiety kick in at the thought.

"Well, maybe you should really let go and give this a shot Dean. I mean you barely know her and I can hear your eagerness and happiness. That’s definitely something special you shouldn’t ignore." He spoke sternly. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay Sally whatever you say." I said sarcastically. I could hear him roll his eyes. A part of me didn’t want to fight these feelings anymore though, or him.

"So is anything happening though?" I asked bringing the conversation away from me.

"Uh no, I’ve kinda been keeping out of cases. You know how much i'd like a family. And you’ve finally stepped out of it too. Maybe it’s just time for this to all be put to bed" he sighed. I could hear his longing to finally have a normal life. I nodded, clenching my jaw. Sammy always got what he wanted. He found love so easily.

"Alright, well, come see me soon." I smiled.

"Yeah Dean of course. I miss you too." he chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, Samantha, what is this? A chick flick?" I retorted with a click. I turned to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror. Though I wore what I always do, I couldn’t help but feel so self-conscious. I don’t know what it was, but I just wanted to impress her. I swallowed, getting ready to walk next door.

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