#And my laptop is dying because he can't keep up with everything I do *chuckle* XDDD

[tapakah0]

Tapa, may I ask how long this animatic would be when finished?

3:55~ If I don't add extra for something

#Also #I found some cool features #Gotta learn them later #and also I found one cool program to animate in #gotta try it #also #wanna learn ae #And my laptop is dying because he can't keep up with everything I do *chuckle* XDDD

[mayajadewrites]

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Almost

Chapter Six: Coffee Ice Cream

Chapter Summary: We start off in Levi's POV, getting more insight on him and what he's thinking. He invites you over for TV and some ice cream. Nothing more. *tehe*

Fanfic Preface: Modern AU Levi Ackerman x Reader fanfic I’ve been dying to write! Levi is my latest hyper fixation so this was bound to happen. There will be other AOT characters in the mix, but remember this is a modern AU!

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

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☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ LEVI ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

It's been a few days since our little incident. I didn't want to come off as obsessive, which I may or may not be, but I knew if I wanted this to last and bloom I needed to give her space to continue to be her own person.

"Mr. Ackerman, I've meal prepped for you for the next week and there's a load of laundry going." My housekeeper, Daisy, says as she fixes her apron. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"

"No, thanks Daisy." I nod for her to dismiss as I walk through my mansion.

Honestly, I'm not sure why I have a housekeeper. No one cleans like I do. I guess I keep her around for the cooking since I'm shit at that. Cleaning has always relieved my stress and makes me forget where I am in the world.

I didn't start off as a millionaire, almost billionaire. I started at the very bottom, with my mother.

We used to live in homeless shelters and sometimes strangers couches, until she fell ill because of our living circumstances. I watched my mother wither away in front of me, like a rose.

"Levi, promise me you will be something." I remember she said to me as she was taking her last few breaths. "Mommy will always watch over you."

Then she was gone.

Social services picked me up after that and I went to live with my aunt and uncle. They lived comfortably in middle class with no kids - lucky me.

I'd like to think mom would be happy with how far I've come.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

"Levi, your new assistant starts today. Don't run her off, please." Hange gives a pleading look. "She's nice."

"Nice and competent are two separate things." I continue to jot down notes from a contract I'm reading.

"Levi, this is Juliet. Your assistant." Hange walked into my office with, who I'm assuming is Juliet. She's young, with long blonde hair and brown eyes. Conventionally attractive.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Ackerman. What do you need me to do first? Do you want me to get you coffee?"

"I don't drink coffee. I drink tea. And I get that myself." I look up from my desk. "Hange, have her go over my schedule for meetings next week and make sure everything is in order."

"Sure thing boss." Hange left with Juliet, closing my door gently behind them. I have a therapy appointment today, thankfully it's virtual. I open my laptop and sign into the portal to initiate the meeting.

"Levi! You look good!" My therapist, Maria, smiles.

"Thank you. The camera probably smooths out my skin."

"So, tell me about your week. What are you feeling, what's going on, all that jazz."

"I punched a guy in the face last week."

"Levi! What did we talk about with your anger?"

"I did think it over. I thought before I punched, and after. I don't regret it."

Maria shook her head, bringing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "Ay dios mio, you make my job so hard sometimes."

"That's why you get paid the big bucks, right?" I let out a rare chuckle.

"Why did you do that?"

Because he was touching whats mine.

"I thought he was going to take advantage of someone."

"Who's this someone?"

"I don't want to tell you about her yet. Then that means its serious."

"You punched a man because of her, that's not serious enough?"

"No. It's not. I'm 30 years old, Maria. I've never had a real relationship so I'm navigating it the only way I know how."

"Levi, she is not your mother. You can't treat her like she is a fragile human being. She has feelings, like you, and she is her own person. Does she want to be serious?"

"I'm not sure. We're ... dating? I guess that's different from being in a relationship."

"Ah, taking things slow. I see. Well, tell me about her."

"She works at my favorite coffee shop that I go to every day before work. Except I get tea. Anyways, I've seen her almost every day for 6 months and I've had long and short conversations with her. Only recently have we started seeing each other."

"And what are you scared of?" Maria's question stumped me.

I'm scared of everything.

I'm scared of losing her. I'm scared of losing what I have. I'm scared of starting a family only to have it ripped from me.

"Levi?" Maria snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I'm scared of, a lot. My feelings scare me. I feel, protective over her. I feel like I want to savor every moment we're together. I'm also scared she's going to run off once she truly sees my life."

I'm rich, like, filthy rich. She works hard for her money, lives alone, and has dreams of opening her own coffee shop. Which I can help with.

She's used to doing everything for herself. She doesn't have a housekeeper, a chef, none of that. She cooks, cleans, and does everything herself.

Everything I want in a woman is in her.

"You can't go around anticipating people leaving." Maria tapped her pen on her notebook. "You know what I say, everything happens for a reason. There's a reason you connected with her and there's a reason you feel the way you do about her. I don't think it would hurt to explore those feelings more."

After your therapy session, I decide I'm inviting her over for the first time. I want her to see how I am, in my house, and I want to observe how she is.

Me: Are you busy tonight?

Her: If by busy you mean I have a date with a pint of coffee ice cream and Grey's Anatomy, then yes.

Me: Would you like to do that here?

Her: Here is where?

She's gonna make me work for this.

Me: Here as in my house. I'll pick you up at 7.

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ BRATTY BARISTA ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

After getting ready for Levi's, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your outfit consists of leggings, crew socks, sneakers, a low cut tank top and a zip up hoodie. You can't lie, part of you wants Levi to continue what he started at your place last week. The other part of you is scared shitless to go to his mansion.

At 7 PM sharp, you hear tires roll in front of your place. By the time you lock your doors, Levi is waiting outside the passenger door for you. He kisses your cheek before letting you in the car, scanning your body.

You study the drive from your place to his - about 20 minutes. Levi lives in a rich, residential area with plenty of land to spare.

Walking into his home, it's spotless. Like, actually spotless. No dust anywhere, nothing is out of place, even the remotes on his coffee table.

"I bought some coffee ice cream and I have Netflix set up for that show already - Grey's what?"

"Grey's Anatomy. You're watching it with me?"

"I was serious when I asked you if you wanted to do that here. Can we start from the 1st episode?" Levi grabbed 2 spoons and the pint of ice cream.

"Sure." You walk over to the couch, which looks like a cloud, and sink your body into it. So this is what it's like to have money.

Levi pressed play, opening the pint. He plunged his spoon into the ice cream as neatly as he could, bringing it to your lips.

You open your mouth slowly, letting him insert the spoon into your mouth. You stare at his eyes as you lick the spoon, getting lost in the clouds that live in his eyes. He pulled the spoon out of your mouth, taking a scoop for himself.

Levi had coffee ice cream residue on his bottom lip, which he quickly licked away. You stared at his chiseled jawline as he watched the show, his eyes moving back and forth with the scenes.

Eventually Levi put the ice cream away, knowing we would eat it again later. As he sat down next to you again, you couldn't help but notice a bulge in his pants.

We meet again.

Levi put his arm around the back of the couch, leaning back so his chest was stretched out. You could see his collarbone peeking out of his shirt, along with his sculpted muscles.

"You're not even watching, brat." Levi interrupted your daydream.

"I'm watching something else." You turn your body toward him. "It's much more interesting."

"What do you mean? I think it's ok so far -" Levi directs his attention back on the tv, getting lost in the plot.

You took advantage of this moment and unzipped your hoodie a bit, exposing your cleavage. He didn't seem to notice, but he will soon.

You slide into him, making sure he can feel your body against his. He looks down at you through his jet black locks, seemingly by surprise.

"What-"

"Shhhh." You press your finger to his lips, pulling your leg over his lap so you're straddling him. "You can't talk until I'm done. I mean it. Not a word." When did you suddenly get bold?

Levi's erection was more prominent now, pulsing against your thigh. You trail kisses down his face, neck, chest, and eventually you snake down to your knees, in front of his belt buckle.

You look up at Levi, who's mouth is open like he wants to say something.

"Remember the rules, Mr. Ackerman." You wiggle your finger, unbuckling his belt. "Not a word until I'm done."

His belt slid off with ease, as you pulled his slacks down to his ankles. His dick print through his boxer briefs startled you, but you're not gonna stop now. You spread his legs, pushing yourself in between them.

You drag your fingertips down his stomach to his pelvic region, tracing the 'V' line gently. You glanced to look at Levi, who's eyes were dead set on you.

His underwear came off, and his dick slapped his abs. Your eyes grew wide from his size, knowing you might have bit off more than you can chew.

You take one hand and start pumping his dick slowly, brushing your thumb over the tip. Pre-cum leaked from the slit, motivating you to pump harder.

You take some of the pre-cum from your finger and slid it into your mouth with a 'pop' sound. Levi groans, letting his head fall back.

You bring your lips to his tip, sucking it gently while pumping his shaft. You could not take all of him in yet, but you will. Your other hand starts massaging his balls, which hitched his breath. Your tongue caressed every vein in his dick, paying special attention to the tip.

Levi finally put one of his hands in your hair, directing you on his dick. You took more and more of him in, eventually hitting your gang reflex, but you didn't care. The look on Levi's face is worth it. He whimpers as your tongue cascades along his length, the sounds alone causing him to almost overstimulate.

Levi moaned your name before you felt his dick start pulsating in your mouth and his hand pulled your hair roughly. "Where do you want me to cum?" Levi said with short breaths.

"In my mouth."

It was less of a mess that way.

That must have sent Levi over the edge. He unleashed his load in your mouth, holding your hair tightly.

You snake your body up to his face and smile, swallowing his load.

"Fuck." Levi caught his breath, kissing your lips gently. "My turn." Levi pulled you onto the couch, laying you down horizontally. "But you can be as loud as you want."

Levi slid your leggings off, revealing your hot pink thong. He played with the straps before sliding them down your legs, kissing your thighs as he passed by.

Your core was drenched at this point from sucking his dick alone, and seeing him at your pussy sent you to another planet.

He slid two fingers in without warning, pulled them out, and sucked them while keeping his eyes on yours. "What a good girl. So wet for me." Levi started pumping his fingers, curling at your clit.

"Levi.." You moan his name, curling your toes. Levi presses his hand on your stomach, sitting his face in-between your thighs. His lips touched your pussy, sending electricity up and down your body.

The entire time, his eyes are on you. Watching every face you make, listening to every moan. Levi ate pussy like it was his last meal. His tongue and fingers invaded you and made it their home instead. Your walls started to pulsate as his tongue went in and out of you, devouring every last drop.

"So beautiful." Levi mumbled against you, curling his fingers one last time before the world went away around you. The feeling is euphoric. A man hasn't made you feel like this, ever. You've pleasured yourself enough to give yourself an orgasm, but this is different.

"Levi." You moan loudly, gripping his hair, riding out your high. You could not focus on one thing - there were no thoughts in your head. Levi ate you through your high until your legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Making his way to your lips, Levi kissed you gently, the sheen of your arousal all over his mouth.

"I wish I could savor this taste forever." He groaned, putting his hand behind your neck and pressing you into him gently.

His lips moved with purpose, making sure every inch is taken care of. Your lips are plump from all the arousal, your heart feels like its beating out of your chest.

"Do you still want to watch Grey's Anatomy?"

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman aot #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfic #levi fanfic #levi aot #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfic #levi attack on titan #levi smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x you #levi ackerman x you

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e17 red meat (w. robert berens, andrew dabb)

have a vague idea this episode is gonna be difficult to watch, didn't have the emotional fortitude to watch it last night

well, sam getting shot in the cold open sure would do it.

DEAN All right, well, we make a call and we put somebody on it. SAM Yeah, but... [He sighs, closes his laptop and looks at Dean]. We'll get him back. DEAN How? SAM I... I don't know. But we'll figure it out.

i feel like an asshole but i'm like, are we talking about cas? dunno what other dude he'd be distraught over. maybe it's my total lack of emotional connection with the character but i'm just very ???? literally whatever i'm expecting they're feeling about him, i'm always wrong. broken record on that.

s11e17 / s8e23

reminded of that little smile dean gave sam when he was wrapping his hand in the church. and it reminds me of being with my mom when she was dying in the hospital. we're gonna smile and be so positive and softer than we normally would, but also try to keep it light. (i'm not sure i have the emotional fortitude for this tonight either)

not quite sure i'll ever have it to watch sam die like this. this is awful. trying to talk myself into just finishing so i don't end up crying for an extended period of time today and another day.

BILLIE It's cute, though. You pretending you're trying to save Sam for the greater good, when we both know you're doing it for you. You can't lose him.

just saw this line in an edit recently and thought it was attributed to Death, no wonder i didn't remember it.

DEAN I'm asking you... I'm begging you, please. Bring him back. Bring him back and take me instead. BILLIE I'm not here to bargain with you, kid. I'm here to reap you. And the kicker is... Sam's not dead.

here's where i'm never happy with anything. despite the unhinged love and commitment of it all, this all is really veering into emotional torture porn for me. how can we make it the worst. and then a little worse on top of that. except instead of making me irritated, i'm just more sad and want it to be over. maybe this is one i won't be able to appreciate until i have some distance.

DEAN Michelle, this is gonna be very hard. But you will be okay. And, eventually... eventually you'll get back to normal. MICHELLE No, I won't. They said I could leave an hour ago. But... where am I even supposed to go? After everything we survived together... I watched the man I love die. There's no normal after that.

not sure what this pointed zoom into dean making the sad puppy face is about. we know he can't be normal when sam dies, he knows it too?? does he remember that year with lisa and ben? and now he has the threat of not only losing sam, that sam won't be waiting for him in heaven or anywhere else if he does die.

well, fortunately we have the production draft of the script linked in the wiki for this one so actually can get answer

so i mean.. ok. both watched their husbands die is what we're saying

DEAN So, that's it, huh? Two quarts O-neg, and you're good to go.

i thought we were treating abdominal gunshot wounds like the serious emergency they are but i guess not

SAM Hey, so, what did you do? When you thought I was dead? What did you do? DEAN Thought about redecorating your room [Sam chuckles], you know, putting in a Jacuzzi, a nice disco ball... really class up the joint. SAM Right, seriously. DEAN What, I, uh... I knew you weren't dead. SAM Right. DEAN I knew.

so i mean. sam not buying that, clearly. wonder if dean ever tells him

should remember to check for a script next time i have wonderings about what they're trying to convey with their faces (went to check if they had 11x11 because i was curious about that whole pining line, but wiki doesn't have one linked)

tonal shift after the like.. heavy focus on sam (mostly) dying very... graphic in swimming around in the pain and slow death and almost-murder of it all and then we're having dean kill himself (briefly) to try to take sam's place with no consideration of repercussions, to hey dude we saved (and tried to kill sam) is a werewolf and he changed and he's gonna punch through this cop's chest cavity in a pretty silly manner. so no moral quandary killing him either, look at that. weird. anyway, the woman who played michelle was really good in those emotional scenes

i'm wiped out.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 11x17 #robert berens #andrew dabb

[demivampirew]

Amelie

Protective-Dad Henry one shot.

Summary: Henry and you had a daughter when you were twenty years old. Now, Amelie is a teenager and has to tell his dad that she’s dating a boy.

Triggers: Talking about sex; young pregnancy (and the struggle of being young parents) - I think those are all the triggers 😁

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- Please, don't make me do this, mom! - Amelie pleaded.

- You want to be treated like an adult, then act like one.- you said with a steady voice.

She looked at you angrily but begging for mercy at the same time but then finally obeyed your order and went into his father's computer room to share the news. As she started to find a way to tell her dad about her new boyfriend, you laid against the door frame to witness the conversation.

- Dad, I ... I... -the teenager began, trying to find the words that seemed to vanished from her head out of fear.

She and her dad were closed and she was the apple of his eyes. From the moment she was born, he went above and beyond to make sure she would have everything she could ever need and want. You two were a great team, making sure she was happy but did not spoil her too much and made her work hard on domestic tasks for her to pay for any unnecessary item she wanted to help her learn about the importance of valuing work.

Having a kid when you were only twenty was a challenge that you hope she would never have to face herself. In your case, you were lucky: you were dating the most wonderful man who saw that pregnancy as a miracle despite the difficulties it may bring with it. He was next to you every second he could and even on those times he had to be in LA as he tried hard to make it in Hollywood -many times he tried to quit and join the Royal Marines so he could support you and the baby, but every time you would encourage him to keep fighting for his dream-job since you were lucky to have a well-paid job as a secretary for your cousin who was a Doctor and thankfully counted with the help of yours and his mom to look after the baby girl while you worked. But, even if you were living apart for months, he would be there one way or another.

The last few years he had been busier travelling around the world, but he remained the same loving father and husband that he had always been.

For someone who would have done anything for his little angel, like renouncing his dream career or even risk his life on the Marines so he could give his family a decent life, it would be hard to digest the fact that she had a boyfriend. He may not be one of those authoritative dads, a controlling father figure, but he was overprotective. He would not shame his daughter for wanting a relationship, but he didn't trust guys. He lived his life in fear of that day in which his princess would found a guy: what if he hurt her when he wasn't around to protect her? What if he wanted her just for sex and broke her heart? Those were some of the worries he has had since she turned fourteen, he knew that this day was likely to happen.

- What's going on, Mel? - he asked worriedly as he stood up from his pc-chair and approached her to cup her face on his hands, inspecting her face to make sure she was ok.

-I... - Amelie took a deep breath and spilt out the words- I have a boyfriend.- she said and closed her eyes of fear - no because she feared he would get violent or anything like that; she didn't want to see the disappointment and pain on his face.

- That can't be possible! No, no, no... you're a little girl! - he exclaimed, frustrated.

- I'm not! I'm fifteen, dad!- she argued.

- Exactly! Fifteen! A baby! - he confirmed.

- I'm only five years younger than you two when you had me.- she replied angrily.

- Darling, I love you, but being a parent at that age wasn't exactly a walk in the park. We struggle a lot to make it work. Do you want to be in our shoes? - he questioned.

- OMG, Dad, stop it!- Mel shouted embarrassed.

- You're the same age that the girl from Taylor Swift's song Fifteen and you know what happened to that girl? She had a boyfriend and he only wanted to have sex with her.- he explained.

At that moment, you chuckled at the fact that he knew so well a Taylor Swift song - probably he got into her music to bond with his daughter who was a big fan of her music. They both looked at you as if they just noticed you there.

- See? I told you I shouldn't have told him!- the teenager reproached you.

- Did you know about this?! - Henry asked you surprised and disappointed. - Anyway, you're not allowed to keep seeing this boy.-he ordered.

- Go to your room.- you asked gently to the girl who was both angry and sad. She was about to cry, you knew it.

After Amelie stormed out of the room, you approached your husband who was now sitting on the chair, lost in his thoughts. You went from behind and leaned to hug him. He placed his hands over yours but didn't speak as he was still caught on the argument he just had with his little princess.

- Why did she have to grow up so fast? - he wondered sadly.

- I know.- you replied softly close to his ear.- You need to talk to her...you need to stop preventing her from seeing this boy or any other person she might want to date in the future.

He turned around to face you. Your eyes on his and vice-versa. His arms embraced you when you sit on his lap to be closer to him to talk more comfortably.

- Look, I know that you think you're doing the best for her and all you want to do it's protect her, but you're doing the opposite by prohibiting her from having a relationship.- you began to explain as you played with the few curls on his hair.- She's not a kid any more...she might be your little angel and she will continue to be so until your dying day. She'll never cease to be your precious Melie, no matter her age. But now, this is an important time in the life of a woman or any person: she's starting to have feelings, desires, dreams, etc and we need to encourage her to pursue them in a safe environment. If you act the way you just did, that won't stop her from dating, but she'll avoid telling you and you risk losing that close bond you work so hard to have. Besides, if she doesn't trust you to tell you she's dating someone because she knows you'll get mad at her, she probably won't share if something bad happens to her, if she's been hurt in any way, because she might believe you blamed that on her and how do you expect to protect your daughter if she doesn't allow you to know about her intimacy.

- But, that's exactly why I don't want her to date! She's young and boys are creeps and only think of sex. What if someone uses her for that o worse, forced himself on her? - he questioned worriedly. He was almost in tears by the thought of somebody hurting his little girl.

- Give her the benefit of doubt. I was around her age when I had my first boyfriend and yes, he was one of those who only wanted me for sex, but I was smart enough to realize that and I left him before anything happened. A lot of my friends and school-mates went through that, some were smart as I was, other not so much but learned an important lesson and few lucky ladies truly found amazing guys who were in love with them. I found you no long after that and you didn't want me only for that, did you?- you asked even though you already knew the answer.

- Of course not, you were everything to me.- he confirmed.

- Don't you think Amelie is special enough for her to find somebody like you?

- I guess.-he replied sighing, defeated.

- Don't lose the bond you have with her. Let her know that no matter what her dad will always be there for her. That she doesn't have to hide anything from you, that eventually, you will be ok with it and that you only want her to be safe.- you advised him. He nodded and then pressed his forehead against yours as he placed one of his hands on your face.

- You two are my entire world.- he said softly.

- I know, baby. And you are mine too.- you replied with a smile.

Henry kissed you and then he went to talk to his daughter while you headed to the living room to replied some work-mails from on your laptop. Later, your daughter came into the room and hugged you.

-Thanks, mom, you're the best!- she thanked you.

- You're welcome, sweetie.- you answered- You have to understand your dad... he's done the impossible to protect you and now he's scared for you because the world is dangerous for us, women, and he was a teen too; he grew up with other boys of that age who weren't as nice and he fears you might found someone that doesn't have the best intentions with you. He wants you to be safe, that's all.- you informed her and she nodded.

On Sunday, you organized for Tyler, your daughter's boyfriend, to come to have lunch with the family so you could meet him officially.

The boy was polite and well-educated. He had impeccable modals for a fifteen-year-old and seemed smart too.

He seemed to be intimidated by your husband, who purposely acted menacing -which made you rolled your eyes and chuckled.

You had to give credits when it's due: the boy not only survived the day with his girlfriend's dad but he actually managed to get him to like him - all things considered. He was a gamer and into comic books and fantasy books, he found something to bond with your husband

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #demivampirew

[torikawa]

Tōru Oikawa FanFiction Part #2

'Mixed Realities' a love story between [F/N] [L/N] and Tōru Oikawa.

This Fanfiction includes the following~

Happy Ending

Sexual Themes

Explicit Words

Kinks

Friends to Lovers

Strangers to Lovers

Sad scenarios in the Middle

Fluff

Comedy

[F/N] = First Name

[L/N] = Last Name

[N/O/S] = Name Of School

"Arghhh! This game is so annoyingly hard! Why do I keep dying in Electrical!" Oikawa angrily said while messing up his hair, flinging his arms around as he continued to puff his cheeks.

"Pfft, calm down-- you're probably just really bad at the Game" [F/N] replied with a satisfied 'huff'

"Yeah, Yeah"

A single night has passed ever since Oikawa appeared. [F/N] and Tōru were able to get along quite well during the hours they spent together. It's still Saturday, and it's been about 2 Hours ever since they started playing Among Us.

"Could we go outside?" Tōru asked, his eyes still glued onto his Phone as he moved his character around.

"You wanna go out? In THAT?" [F/N] asked as she pointed at his outfit. He was currently wearing his jersey, he hasn't changed out of them since he got here.

"Well, I wanna go out because I want to get clothes that I could wear other than this you know? I can't just wear my jersey all my life!"

"Fair point, I'll buy the clothes you need, so pick whatever you want when we get there okay?" [F/N] slowly stared back at Tōru, with a soft smile plastered on her face.

He didn't reply, he just stared at her with wide eyes. "You know, you're really pretty when you smile~" Oikawa cooed teasingly, causing [F/N] to throw one of her pillows at his face. Earning a small 'Ouch' as he hit the ground.

"[F/N]-Chan! So mean!!"

"Pfft..sorry, anyways let's go" [F/N] reached out, he happily accepted the help and brought himself on his feet.

Both Oikawa and [F/N] head down stairs, not without having a conversation ofcourse. Despite being different in many ways, they always seem to be able to spark up a conversation. Which is something they both appreciate. Because who would want to hang out with someone who you don't get along with? Certainly not them.

"Oh, right- here wear this mask" [F/N] slowly took out a white mask from her right pocket, adjusting her own as she gave the other to Oikawa.

"What- why-" He asked with his brows furrowed.

"Corona Virus, there's a virus spreading and I don't want you to catch it"

"A VIRUS?! GIVE ME THAT-" Tōru quickly snatched the mask and furiously placed it on. "Jeez, what a World you live in"

"Well it's no different from yours Tōru, but I guess it is different in a way"

[F/N] slowly pushed the door open, exiting her house with Oikawa right behind her. She turned around to close/lock the door.

"Wow, everything looks so- different" Oikawa said while staring at his current surroundings.

"Well yeah obviously, but Anyways- Let's head over to the nearest store!" [F/N] snapped her body forward, sprinting towards the direction of the said Store.

[F/N]-CHANNN! WAIT FOR MEEEE" Tōru yelled out as he ran after her in panic.

He eventually caught up to her, angrily tugging on her sweater with a childish pout on his face. "You didn't have to run like that you know.."

"Pfft, right, sorry sorry!" [F/N] lifted her right hand to him, wiggling her fingers a bit to tease him a little.

"Huh??" Tōru took her actions as a sign to hold her hand. So without hesitation, he reached out, intertwining his fingers with hers. Causing [F/N] to blush furiously.

"Aww~ look at you, you're so cute when you blush [F/N]-Chan!" Oikawa chuckled, gripping onto her hand tightly before turning his gaze to look forward.

[F/N] has never held a guys hand before, let alone a hand she has always dreamt of holding. It made her heart flutter, jump, do laps. It made her smile ever so softly as she stared at Oikawa's tall figure leading the way.

"I'm guessing this is the store you wanna go to?" Tōru asked, pointing at the store to his right.

She nodded slowly, this time stepping forward to lead him into the store instead.

"Woahhh, not half bad" He spoke as soon as they stepped through the double doors. His eyes widening and a huge grin spreading across his face.

"Pick anything, just aslong as you have clothes to change into..- Maybe get a sweater or two"

"Alright~"

Tōru happily walked around the store picking out the clothes he preferred. Most of the clothes he picked to wear indoors are alien related which caused her to snort.

"Hey.. He looks exactly like Oikawa! We should approach him come on!!" A girl whispered from afar, tugging her friend.

[F/N]'s eyes suddenly widened, fear rushed through her body. She didn't want anybody to take Tōru away from her, nor did she want to see him flirt with anyone considering his personality.

"Babe, are you okay?" A familiar voice called out, his hand grazing against her cheek ever so softly.

"Wh- why did you call me Bab-"

"Shh.. don't blow my cover now. As much as I love my fans, I'd hate for them to interact with me while I'm out with you." Oikawa whispered in her ear with a raspy 'n deep voice.

It sent shivers down her spine. "R-Right...Ermm...nothing Babe just a bit bothered is all!"

"Lucky... He's already taken, let's just go" The girls from earlier whispered.

"Phew~ Thank God you're the one I'm stuck with [F/N]-Chan, I honestly don't think I'd survive without you! But other than that, I've finished picking out my clothes now" He said while lifting the set of clothes that he picked out.

"I-- Alien shirts and boxers?" [F/N] slowly lifted one of the boxers and Shirts he picked out, causing Oikawa to look away embarrassed.

"S-Shut up- just don't look at them!"

"Chill Tōru, I love Aliens too"

He immediately perked up, his eyes widening and a huge goofy grin spread across his face. He's never had a Friend who was into Aliens aswell.

"How about this, we could get matching pyjamas!"

[Cue Oikawa Dramatically gasping/screeching in excitement]

[F/N] and Tōru spent the rest of the day outside shopping for whatever he needed. Getting matching clothes, Icecreams, and even went for a little walk in the park.

"Today was fun, let's go out again tomorrow!" Oikawa happily said, his hands full of paper bags filled with his new clothes including hers.

"Oh, sorry I have to go to a Volleyball Match tomorrow"

"Oh? A Volleyball Match? Between who?" He asked in a curious tone, his eyes wondering to her smaller form. Dropping all the bags on the living room couch.

"My School against Shizawa, it's one of the rival School's that we're somehow close with"

"Kinda sound alike Shiratorizawa. I hate them already"

[F/N] laughed at how he began to pout at the similar School Name.

"Are you the manager of your Team?"

"Yeah, actually I am"

"Wow~ I'm impressed [F/N]-Chan" He cooed sweetly.

"When do you ever stop flirting Tōru--"

"No~ idea"

[F/N]'s eyes suddenly widened, her body swiftly turning to his. Oikawa stared back into her eyes, a confused expression plastered on his Handsome Face.

"You can come with me t-"

"YES, I WAS JUST ABOUT TO ASK!",

She burst out of laughter from Tōru's sudden out burst. Walking towards him she patted his shoulder before walking straight into the kitchen. Missing the way his cheeks turned pink.

"You hungry?"

"Starving"

"Hahhhh...you sure know how to cook [F/N]-Chan, that was amazing" Oikawa said in between his satisfied hums.

"Why thank you, also, wanna have an All Nighter? We can watch an Alien related Movie while at it"

"You read my mind [F/N]-Chan" Tōru quickly sat up, his matching Alien Pyjama's more noticeable. She thought it was adorable, about how he didn't mind getting matching pyjama's. It made her heart flutter.

[F/N] quickly ran up the stairs, Oikawa following afterwards. They immediately pushed the door to her room open with a 'Thump'

"I'm gonna bet you right now you'll fall asleep as soon as the Movie starts!"

"HAH, try me Shittykawa"

"NOOOO YOU'RE STARTING TO SOUND LIKE IWA-CHAN [F/N], STOP!"

She bursted out of laughter, plopping herself on the bed as her back leaned against the head board. Tōru did the same, his shoulder ending up brushing against hers. They sat close, a little too close. But who were they to complain about it if they had such a great time together?

[F/N] opened her laptop and began to search for an Alien related Movie on Netflix.

"I have a feeling we'll be Best Friends [F/N]-Chan"

"Aren't we basically Best Friends already?" She said without sparing a glance at him.

He simply smiled, humming in approval. "Fair Point"

[Original Idea, Do Not Steal.]

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa toru x reader #toru oikawa #oikawa

[danicac07]

Title: A Flower We Saw That Day

1. Café

You were busy doing your plates since it was your 2nd year in college. You have a report next week, had a research paper and furthermore its due date is also within a week and you didn't know where to start. By being helpless, you needed to relax yourself and grab some coffee.

You went to a café where there are less people known that place. It's far from your University where it is recondite and place at the second floor building. As you enter at the café you were the only person there as if it was enchanted or literallyno one knows that café actually existed and you were so mystify. You think to yourself that you are lucky to have known this place of all people because the sooothing ambiance of the café makes you forget everything- even your report and your research don't even matter anymore. The welcoming scent of the aromatic coffee makes you want to stay forever but you know to yourself it is just a matter of time that you will be there at the café and now's not the time to be daydreaming of staying forever. (See fig. A)

You went to the counter and order a mocha frappuccino and waffle.

Figure A

"One mocha frappuccino and can you also serve me a waffle please."

"The total that you ordered is two hundred pesos."

You pick your wallet in your pocket and give a five hundred cash.

"I received 500 pesos." Said the cashier.

The cashier gave my changed which is three hundred pesos.

"We will served it to you ma'am, you may wait and sit anywhere you'd like."

"Thank you." I said with a smile even though I don't know why I am thanking...

You just thought of something... they said you should be glad in every single thing because we all carry and facing a problem on our own so, always be nice to other person.

You pick a seat in the corner where no one can see you or as much as possible noticed you. As you went to the spot you'd like, you pull out your laptop in your bag and start to do your report and waited your order.

Fifteen minutes has past and they served you the mocha frappuccino and waffle. As you're going to dig in (eat up), a handsome guy came in. You scan him from head to toe.

He is six feet tall (182cm), a dyed hair color blue, has a sharp eyes, you can see his jawline, and has a fierce look. You cannot tell if he is a model or somebody else. You can't tell his identity because he is so sexy from what he is wearing and all. A perfect guy you might say. His skin is a glass like porcelain and as he went to the counter... the deep voice of his gets the best out of you- you were so attractive to the voice of his. You think to yourself ("this is not good") because you know to yourself that you're going to be self-conscious when he is around looking that handsome.

You were trying to calm yourself down. As you saw him ordering for a while... the girl in the counter is also dumbfounded. You imagine her that she was drooling all over the place so you just laugh to yourself and think that the cashier girl and you were on the same track.

"One hot of coffee please." He said in a pleasant voice.

"O-one hundred and f-fifty pesos." Said the cashier girl as she stutters and being bashful.

As this good looking guy pick a wallet to his jeans pocket he give a two hundred pesos cash and hand it over to the counter.

As the cashier girl took the two hundred pesos cash, she changed it and gave the fifty pesos to this guy.

"Thank you." He said.

You thought to yourself ("this one is also an odd little fellow")

As he going to pick a seat... you and him just locked eyes and in an instant you break the eye contact and you focus to your laptop, eat your waffle and sip a mocha frappuccino you ordered.

Your heart beat is getting faster and louder and you wish to yourself that he will not noticed something fishy about you.

He walked towards at your seat and sit next on the other corner.

Right now... you can't focus to your report because you can still hear your heart beat is getting faster as if you cannot breathe because all of those vacant seats in the café... he decides to sit right next to yours.

You took a glance to this young man and good gracious! As he wait his order you thought to yourself as if he is making a drama or what (see fig. 1) but you're not sure if he is waiting for someone like his girlfriend and your heart is broken because you think that maybe he is taken already.

(I mean who would thought that this man is single? Just looking at him make you fall in love 24/7)

Figure 1

You think to yourself that you don't want to care anymore because you know to yourself you are a hopeless women who is in a 2nd year in college and wants to graduate as soon as possible because you have a dream to achieve. You're so ambitious that you don't have time for a guy like him (referring to the handsome guy on the other side of his corner).

As he was waiting for his order you can feel that as if someone is watching you. You feel uncomfortable because the one you only think who is watching you is that guy.

"What?" You said.

"Nothing." He smile.

(You think you are melting because your weak point is a guy who has a deep voice)

"Then stop staring at me." You said as if you were trying to threaten him.

"I wasn't looking at you, I am looking at the poster on your side." He pointed out.

You were so embarrassed that you want to go out at the café and scream out loud.

("Somebody help me!")

Then, a waiter served his hot a cup of coffee.

("Thank you for saving me waiter. I owe you a lot.") Thinking as you were already glad to the server.

"Here's your hot a cup of coffee, Sir." The waiter said.

He just smile and take the hot cup of coffee. (See fig. 2)

He took a sip and still smiling.

("How I wish I am the coffee cup. What. Did. I. Just. Said?") You thought to yourself.

You shake your head and you start to focus on your report.

Figure 2

(Really? You think you can focus in that situation of yours? Haha)

You wanted to finish the report and as you were about to focus on your report he started to hum a song.

He was humming it, and you feel you know the song very well but you're not sure. (Play fig. 3)

(Please imagine that wonwoo sing all the parts of smile flower. Hehe I can really imagine it so well because I really love his deep voice.)

Figure 3

As he sip and humming a song...

"Excuse me, but what song are you humming?" You say directly as if you want to search it up on YouTube once you find out the song.

"If I tell you the song what would be my price?" He smirked at you and you think that is clever of him.

You think carefully and said "I can tell you my name."

Figure 4

"Clever. But I want something more." He said as if he was teasing me.

Your expression and emotion just mixed up.

"You want something more? But it is just a song." You said abruptly.

"If you say so." He said sipping his cup of coffee.

"Ugh. Fine." As you growl and let out a sigh.

"Smile Flower" he said.

"What?" You said.

"That is the name of the song." He said as he puts down the cup of his coffee.

"Oh. Okay... thanks." You said to yourself and search it up.

"Okay. Your name please." He said mischievously.

"Y/N." You said indifferently.

"Jeon Wonwoo." He said and put his hands on under his cheek.

("Damn don't be so cheeky and charmer at the same time") you thought to yourself.

"So what is 'something more' you want?" You said as you raise your eyebrows.

"Do you have boyfriend perhaps?" He said.

("What? That was it? I was overthinking of what he wants me is just to ask if I have a boyfriend? Am I a joke to him?") You don't know why you're so mad but you keep your composure. ("I guess this is his way to know a woman? Ugh, I don't know anymore I'll just answer him.")

"No. I haven't." You said.

"An ex?" He said.

"No. I don't have a boyfriend since until today." You said sighing.

As you sigh... you feel as if he is eager to listen to you more.

"Well, I think we're on the same page." He said smiling and keep his eye contact to you.

You become stupefy. Because all the this time, you thought that this handsome guy has a girlfriend because he is perfect and all but you thought it all wrong.

"Uhh, you're kidding right? I mean, y-you're handsome and all. What I AM trying to say is you definitely have everything." You said.

He chuckles and said "Maybe I am not that as predictable as you may think."

"Then maybe you have an ideal girl right?" You said as if you want to know this uncanny man.

"Maybe not an ideal woman but is someone who can fully understand me. I am a reserved man after all." He said.

You think that you understand some part of him but in reality, you know you can't still figure him out because everything about him is mysterious.

Thank you for reading!

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[magicalmischel]

FALLING SLOWLY

fandom: Supernatural pairing: Dean/Castiel word count: 3K warning: suicide attempt

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summary:  Ever since Cas confessed he's afraid he might kill himself, Dean's been on high alert. And after Cas leaves for Heaven, adamant he has to face his fears, Dean is more worried than ever, with no way of knowing if Cas is even alive. Still, it's a surprise when Cas calls for him in the middle of the night, but Dean's more than willing to help Castiel and make him feel loved.

This fanfic is set in 8x08 Hunteri Heroici

Dean wouldn't normally admit this, but he was actually glad that Sam wasn't in the motel room but in the police station instead. It meant that he was with Castiel alone. He knew what the angel's been through, hell, what he's been through in Purgatory, but the thing was, they still didn't know what got Cas out of there. How exactly did he escape? And Castiel... he didn't seem too eager to find out. Dean knew there was something different about him, and he wanted to help him so desperately. He wanted to solve the problem, whatever that was, and help him. Get him to talk to him, make it right between them again.

But he didn't know where to start. All he knew was that Cas didn't really want to talk about it. He'd say I don't know, Dean or something like that again and again, but Dean wouldn't accept that. Not this time. He wanted some real answer, to know if he could even help. They needed to actually communicate in order to find the needed solution or answer. If there was any.

"Your father..." Cas suddenly said, John's journal in his hands. "...had a beautiful handwriting."

Dean didn't answer that. He went straight to his point by asking, "How are you feeling, Cas?" He didn't want to delay this conversation any longer when Sam wasn't there and they had a moment alone.

"Fine," the angel looked at Dean and shrugged, turning the pages in the journal as if the answer was obvious. It wasn't the truth though and that was exactly what Dean wanted. How else was he supposed to make Cas understand that he cared, that he wanted to help?

Dean closed his eyes briefly when he realized how ridiculously Winchester like the answer fine was. Cas was becoming more like them, hiding the real answer inside, and Dean knew that wasn't a good thing. It was exactly like Dean acted all the time and Cas probably learned it from him. But Dean wasn't exactly a role model, Cas had to know that, right?

"Well, I just- I-I know that when..." he started, still looking at Cas who didn't really pay him attention. "... when I got puked out of Purgatory, it took me a few weeks to find my sea legs." He said, still looking at his friend.

"I'm fine," Castiel said again, this time not even looking at Dean.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm happy you're back, I'm freaking thrilled," Dean smiled slightly. It was true. He didn't know what he'd do without Cas, but he wouldn't admit that either. "It's just this whole mysterious-resurrection thing always has one mother of a downside." Dean finished and this time Cas closed the journal and looked at him.

"So, what do you want me to do?" He asked as if knowing exactly what Dean was about to answer and already preparing his reply.

Well, here it goes. "Maybe take a trip upstairs," Dean answered. The angels had to know how it happened, right?

"To heaven?" Cas pursed his lips.

"Yeah, poke around, see if the God squad can't tell us how you got out." Dean nodded and looked at Cas, who looked down.

"No." He simply answered. And Dean didn't think he meant it seriously, or maybe he thought he would persuade Cas to go visit Heaven anyway, but he didn't think. And instead, he chuckled.

"Look man, I- I hate those flying ass monkeys just as much as you do, but-"

"Dean! I said no!" Cas cut him off loudly, avoiding their usual long eye contact even though Dean kept staring at him. Now Dean knew his answer. There was something wrong with his best friend and he intended to fix it. The answer fine was so obviously a lie that he almost felt guilty for ever teaching him that.

Dean closed Sam's laptop and stood up. He went over to the bed Cas was sitting on and sat down in front of him, on Sam's bed. Cas still wasn't looking at him, but he needed him to know he was there for him. He'd always be there for him.

"Talk to me." He said. It was an offer and an invitation. He knew Castiel would feel better if he talked about his feelings. And Dean was there to listen to everything he had to say. Whether Cas wanted to confess to anything or not.

"Dean, I..." Cas shook his head. He was so quiet and his voice sounded so weak that it almost made Dean's heart break. But he was silent, listening.

Cas then put the journal aside and slowly turned around, facing Dean and finally looking up at him. "When I was... bad. And I had all those things the... the Leviathans writhing inside me. I caused a lot of suffering on Earth," he looked into Dean's eyes. "But I devastated Heaven. I vaporized thousands of my own kind and I- I- I can't go back." He confessed and looked into Dean's eyes.

For the first time, Dean noticed Castiel's eyes were full of tears. He never thought angels could actually cry because most of them were emotionless dicks with wings, but Cas has always been different, hasn't he? And maybe getting this close to humans exposed him to more feelings.

"'Cause if you do, the angels will kill you." Dean finished for him, looking into Cas' glassy eyes. He felt awful for even suggesting to go to Heaven.

"Because if I see what heaven's become- what I..." Cas sighed and looked down for a second. Then he looked back at Dean. "What I made of it... I'm afraid I might kill myself."

I'm afraid I might kill myself.

Dean's eyes widened a little as he finally understood what was wrong. He wanted to say something, anything, he wanted to help Cas, to put his arms around him and make sure he never had to go to Heaven again, to fix the issue and make him realize that it wasn't his fault, that he thought he was doing the right thing at the time, but... his brother had always the worst timing ever. The door opened and Sam walked in in his FBI suit.

"Hey," he said. "Got something."

Dean kept staring at Cas, who blinked the tears away and broke the eye contact. "Good." He said and stood up, pretending nothing just happened. "Excellent. What?" He asked and went over to Sam, but Dean just kept sitting there for a few seconds.

If Sam hadn't interrupted their moment, he would have told Castiel he didn't need to go to heaven. They could always find another way because there was always another way. They could find out what saved Cas and they didn't need help from Heaven. The last thing Dean wanted was for Castiel to die, he would never forgive himself if that happened. And so he decided to protect him, keep an eye on him and make sure Castiel didn't hurt himself.

That was more important than any case.

xoXOXox

They were finally done with the case and all Dean wanted was to jump into some bed (really, any bed would make do) and enjoy his rest. But they weren't really done yet, at least he wasn't. He never had a chance to finish his conversation with Cas and he knew that even if Cas didn't have more to say, they needed to address it.

For now, they were all standing right next to their old friend, Fred Jones, who was back in his wheelchair, staring at a blank wall.

"Is he, uh, is he okay?" Sam asked, looking a bit worried.

"He's listening to Ode to Joy." Castiel answered, smiling warmly. Dean noticed the smile and something inside him felt a little calmer. He didn't get to see Cas smile often, but he always liked it when his best friend seemed happy. It was a relief after what he'd confessed to earlier. "He's happy." Cas added and looked at Dean and Sam.

"Alright, well, let's blow this termite terrace." Dean looked at Cas and returned the smile. But he still needed to make sure Cas felt happy and a part of their family. "Cas, you get to ride shotgun. You done good." He said.

He couldn't wait to get back to his Baby and see Castiel sitting next to him. It was the least he could do to make Cas stop thinking about Heaven.

"Thanks, but I, uh, I can't come." Cas said, shattering Dean's smile, just like that. "I, uh..." He trailed off, looking down.

"You- you what Cas?" Sam asked instead of Dean. "Why can't you come with us?"

"I... I can't run anymore." He answered and looked at Dean, who was looking right back. He knew what he was talking about, but he didn't like it. "I want to return to Heaven and see... see what I can do to make things right." He admitted and smiled slightly. And that was when Dean got worried all over again. Not that he ever stopped.

"Are you sure?" He asked, taking a tiny step forward. He was just about to suggest that this was the best time to finish their conversation from before and really talk about it, but Cas was first to answer.

"Yes, Dean. And thank you." He smiled and with the familiar flutter of wings, he disappeared. Dean closed his eyes briefly and sighed. What was he supposed to do? There was no way he could get to Heaven on his own to make sure Cas was okay and they had no way of knowing when Cas would return... if he would return. Dean didn't want to think about that. He swallowed down his rising panic and took a deep breath. He had to trust him and hope that Cas would be alright because if not... he'd never forgive himself.

"Sam, you with me?" Dean punched his brother in his arm, pretending he was fine, as always. Sam nodded. "Alright, let's go." Dean said and left the room, Sam right behind him.

xoXOXox

Dean had trouble sleeping sometimes. He knew Sam knew about it because they've had to share the bedroom since they were kids and sometimes Sam would wake up and spend some time with Dean because he just couldn't fall asleep.

Tonight was one of the nights.

At first it was all because of their mom dying. Nightmares came for him almost every night and he wanted to stay strong for Sam, but he was just four years old. Later he had one or two nightmares because of Sam leaving for college. He was happy that Sam managed to get out and live his own life, but it also always felt like his brother had abandoned him, and Dean felt guilty about feeling like that, but that didn't help with his sleep. Naturally, Sam didn't know about that.

Lately, his dreams (if he managed to fall asleep) were about Purgatory and all those sleepless nights without Cas by his side. Tonight he didn't have nightmares though, he just couldn't fall asleep.

He kept thinking about Cas and what he'd told him.

I'm afraid I might kill myself.

The sentence kept repeating itself in his mind and he couldn't get rid of it, he just kept imagining Cas- no, he couldn't think about that yet. For all he knew, Cas was still alive, safe and sound. But he couldn't be sure of that either, he said he went to Heaven.

Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes. Then he sat up and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand next to his bed. The numbers shone in pale blue color. It was 3:56 AM and Sam was fast asleep on the bed next to him. He considered trying to get some sleep again, but he knew he wouldn't succeed, so he took Sam's laptop and opened it.

He typed in freaky accidents and scrolled through the results to kill some time. Then he would probably try to fall asleep.

Dean!

He blinked and looked at Sam. He was still sleeping and he was alone in the motel room, so who the hell just screamed his name? It sounded as if it was in his head, like-

Dean!

He heard again and his eyes widened when he recognised the voice. Castiel. What was wrong? What happened? Was he alright? How the hell could Dean hear him?

Before he could think of a good answer though, everything changed and he wasn't sitting in his bed in the motel room anymore. No, he'd been zapped to a different place and he couldn't see much because it was still night, but the full moon provided a little bit of light.

He looked around and saw a meadow. Around was just a forest.

"Dean!" A broken sob made him turn around. That was when he saw Castiel, kneeling on the ground. He had his angel blade in his hands, pointing at his heart and even though it was dark, Dean could see every emotion on Castiel's face.

"Cas?" He said and immediately knelt down in front of him. "Cas, what the hell are you doing?" He asked, but he knew damn well what was happening.

"I... it was hell, Dean." Castiel sobbed. His face was red and wet and tears were everywhere. The angel was crying in front of him, showing himself to Dean in his weakest moment.

"What?" Dean asked, grabbing Cas' shoulders. "Man, talk to me!" He said and Castiel looked up into his eyes.

"Dean I killed them," he whispered, new tears rolling down his wet cheeks. "I killed them all, it doesn't even look like Heaven anymore." He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the blade. Dean looked down at Castiel's hands that still held the blade. They were shaking.

"Cas," Dean whispered, but Cas didn't seem to listen to him. "Castiel!" He yelled and Cas finally looked up at Dean again, eyes red-rimmed and puffy. "Don't do this, man. Don't do this." He told him firmly, not caring about personal space.

"You don't understand, Dean." Castiel whispered and his voice broke. "I'm no angel... I'm a monster!" He confessed desperately. "I just want the pain to stop!" He whispered as another sob escaped him.

"But not like this, not now." Dean cupped his face, making Cas look into his eyes again. "It's not the end yet, we still need you, man." He tried to smile slightly. "I need you here, you can't do this to me now."

Castiel didn't say anything, he just shook his head and looked down at the blade. "But I have to, what I've done... it's- it's worse than what Lucifer did, Dean." He closed his eyes again and tightened his hold on the blade. Dean looked down as his eyes followed the movement. Then he put his hands over Castiel's and squeezed.

"No, Cas. You're not like him." He said and looked at his angel. "You're so much better than him, you helped me and Sam so many times and you'll help us again, you're family." He repeated and kept staring into Cas' blue eyes. "You called me here, right?" He asked.

Castiel nodded slightly.

"See?" He smiled and put his hand on Cas' cheek, brushing away the tears. "You wanted me here for a reason. You don't want to do this and you know it. I'm here to help you." He said. "And I'll always be here when you need me, alright? We'll do so many things in the future, but you have to stop now or the future won't happen." He smiled when he felt Cas' hold on the angel blade loosening a little.

He carefully took the blade out of Cas's hands and threw it far away, not breaking the eye contact. Castiel sobbed and looked down. "I'm here." Dean whispered as pulled Cas closer, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm here and I'm not gonna leave you." He added.

Cas nodded as he buried his face in Dean's chest and Dean closed his eyes, letting his chin rest on Cas' head. "I've got you." He whispered and rocked Castiel in his arms.

This was the moment Dean had been so afraid of ever since Cas told him about what he thought he might do if he saw Heaven again. And Dean was glad Cas confided in him, otherwise, they could have been without Cas already, and Dean wouldn't be able to live like that. Cas meant too much to him.

He's always been there for Dean, at least always when it was possible and this was the least Dean could do. To be honest, even though he knew Cas was his best friend... he still wasn't sure what exactly Castiel was to him. It was more than Sam, definitely. He'll always love his brother, but Castiel was a different kind of love. They had a profound bond and the fact that Castiel felt comfortable sharing something like this with him and not Sam, meant that he cared about Dean just as deeply as he did.

"Shh," he whispered as Castiel kept crying. They would get out of this mess, they would get out of this meadow and they would get over this moment. He knew it was true. He would never let Cas down and he'd never leave him, at least not willingly.

Cas just needed to know this. He needed to understand just how much he was worth. And even though Dean still hasn't completely figured out his feelings for Cas, he knew he would one day. And hopefully, Cas would be there with him and it'll be his turn to listen. "It'll be alright, Cas..." Dean whispered and rubbed his back with his hand, up and down. He ignored the cold tears he felt on his own cheeks – coming this close to losing Cas again was something he didn't want to think about.

"Thank you, Dean." Cas whispered and Dean nodded, closing his eyes.

"Anytime." He told him. "Anytime, pal."

The I think I love you was left unsaid. But the time would come. Dean knew it would. And when it will, there'll be I think I love you too waiting for him in return.

I hope you liked it! :)

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