#Like you wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of tractors

[huboi]

POLY! SATOSUGU ˖ . ☆

MINORS DNI!!!

╰┈➤ includes; poly satosugu ft gn! reader, a separate part where reader is afab and how they comfort you during period time, shoko is included because she’s a #girl boss, separate nsfw part, they didn’t have the kfc breakup in this so dw

╰┈➤ a/n; the shibuya arc destroyed me and I’m in desperate need for fluff, reader’s a sub (sos to all the tops/switches, I’m just a sub at heart)

these guys are complete opposites

but in a good way that they pretty much compliment each other

when you entered their life, they were smitten

they were both dating before you came into their life, they never thought of having another partner but then you came along and boom

satoru is a clingy bastard

this goes for both you and suguru

neither of you guys are safe from the menace that is satoru

he’s clingy but you guys love him for that, cause that means cuddle piles 24/7 when you’re all free and not busy with killing curses etc.

suguru is the peace keeper in a sense, he’s the most chill

like if there’s ever an argument between you guys, he’s usually the one that encourages communication

my guy knows that communication is very important in order to maintain a healthy, happy long lasting relationship

suguru shows affection more subtlety than gojo

instead of rushing towards you as soon as you come home, he instead has food ready for you if you’re hungry, if not then he just puts it in the fridge for later

one thing suguru loves is having his hair played with, you can brush it, braid it, anything, he’s like a Barbie doll

speaking of hair when you guys are sleeping, 9 times out of 10 you will find sugurus hair in your mouth, even if it’s tied in a neat bun (which he doesn’t usually do since he likes having his hair down when sleeping/relaxing)

geto is very caring and reminds you of a mother/father figure, since he always asks you and gojo wether you’ve eaten, had something to drink etc.

not in the overbearing way either, he just wants to make sure his loves are in top condition :3

shoko is the no.1 wing woman, like she roots for you guys all the time, she’s so glad that this chaotic duo found you

if you ever wanna hang out with her without the boys, you usually have to sneak out since gojo is really reluctant on letting you go without him, not in a toxic way, he’s just really fucking clingy and so wants to be around you as much as possible

but as soon as you tell him suguru’s coming home when you’re gone, he instantly plans out the little date they have whilst you go out with shoko

speaking of dates, they’re either spent in a fancy ass restaurant for dinner, or a causal night in with take out whilst watching a movie, gojo insisting on horror even though you and suguru both know he’ll piss his pants and hide behind a pillow throughout the whole film

shoko fourth wheels you guys a lot, even though suguru tends to not show affection outside of the house, gojo lives for PDA

like when you guys are walking, he’ll slither between your bodies so he’s in the middle, only to grab both of your hands and intertwine them🥹

gojo is also a big fan of cheek/forehead kisses

yes he loves kissing you on the lips but that’s more so for in the house

gojo tends to get very grumpy when you don’t reciprocate his affectionate gestures, but dw you can cheer him up by bribing him with his favourite sweets, it usually works, if not that then you can make it up to him in the bedroom *wink wink*

when sleeping gojo tends to spread out his long ass limbs as far as they can go, which leaves you and suguru barely any space

gojo defo snores, man sounds like a whole ass tractor at best, at worst a bloody horn that you hear on ships

suguru doesn’t snore, he just mumbles in his sleep sometimes, which is cute low-key

gojo is a light sleeper (due to his six eyes) and suguru is a heavy sleeper, like you have to suffocate him with a pillow to wake him tf up sometimes

whenever you have a cold/are sick, the boys become so doting, satoru somehow becoming even more clingy even though you keep on warning him that he may also get sick too, cocky bastard claiming ‘I won’t since I’m the strongest’ only to, unsurprisingly, have the exact same illness once you’re better

if you struggle with mental health a lot, the boys will do pretty much anything to help you out

gojo usually prefers to buy you loads of sugar/sweets if that’s your thing, if not then he will cuddle you and just be there for you

suguru understands since he has struggled with mental health in the past and is there for you if you want to vent/rant to someone

if you are neurodivergent then they will try their best to help with your needs

eg. if you’re overstimulated they will bring you to the closest quiet area and help you calm down wether via hugs and kisses or giving you some alone time

same goes for if you have a disability eg. you use a wheelchair etc. they are very supportive and they don’t care as in you’re still the love of their life no matter what

IF READER HAS A PERIOD (feel free to skip this if you don’t get periods)

they obviously don’t understand how painful periods can be, but they don’t make any negative comments about it

when you have terrible cramps their hearts ache as they can’t really do much other than giving you medication, hot water bottle and tea

suguru tends to place his hand on your stomach if you want to of course

if you’re craving foods, they will get them for you

mainly gojo tho cause he also loves food

when you get emotional they kinda just stand there like 🧍

one time you cried over suguru giving you a forehead kiss, he was very concerned

bro was worried he somehow upset you :(

they definitely go to shoko for some more advice on how to comfort you when you’re on your period

gojo defo says ‘apperantly orgasms can relief period cramps sooo’

you slapped him in the face

NSFW SECTION!

CW: DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, SWITCH! GOJO, BRAT! GOJO, SPANKING, SOFT DOM! GETO, BRAT TAMER! GETO, SUB!READER, AFTERCARE

when it comes to sexy times, geto is always the one in charge

sometimes gojo gets ahead of himself and forgets his place, only to be spanked till his ass is red by suguru

suguru loves praising you so much, he hates it when you misbehave and he has to spank you

gojo loves spanking you on the other hand, he also loves receiving a spanking from suguru

if gojo misbehaves one thing suguru loves to do is tie him up and make him watch as geto fucks you dumb

gojo cant touch himself, and if he does then he has to have a vibrator on his cock and not cum for 30 mins whilst watching geto fuck you yet again

satoru has a high sex drive and can seemingly go on for hours on end

suguru has a high sex drive too, but it’s not as high as gojos’

gojo’s a horny bastard :(

sometimes you will find yourself being woken up by gojo giving you head in the morning

yes suguru does find out, one way or another, and punishes gojo for giving you head without getos permission (dw gojo and geto both have ur consent to do sexy stuff to you whilst you sleep, you guys all agreed on this in the beginning of the relationship)

suguru prefers giving head over receiving, since he loves making either you or gojo moan out his name whilst he gives you delicious head

gojo prefers receiving but sometimes enjoys giving

gojo mainly prefers receiving from you since unlike geto you don’t tease him

geto’s a fucking tease in the bedroom, to both of you but mainly gojo since he’s so bratty and suguru hates that (secretly loves it)

sometimes gojo will fuck you whilst he gets fucked by geto

aftercare is a MUST for both gojo and geto

especially after an intense session

sometimes you end up slipping into sub space which can be a problem since they both hate seeing you that way

they instantly cover you with kisses, hugs and so much praise

bath time always happens after, the boys joining you

you even have a little snack or a big snack depending on how rough the session was

after you’re all taken care of, the boys and you hop into a clean, fresh bed and fall asleep in each others’ arms <3

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[lancermylove]

MC Snores Loudly (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: DB x gn!Reader

Warning: None

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Prologue:

Pin drop silence. It was the middle of the night, after all. Everyone was asleep, walking through their dream worlds. Yet, he woke up in the middle of the night for a drink of water.

"Grrrkkhh".

What was that sound? He froze in his footsteps.

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Lucifer

Lucifer initially raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what the sound was. Had a creature infiltrated the House of Lamentation?

He slowly made his way to the source, keeping his guard up, and eventually ended up in front of your door. Wait, were you snoring?

Lucifer tried to maintain his composure but had to press the back of his hand to stop himself from laughing out loud.

Tucking you properly into bed, he stroked your hair softly.

The next day, he subtly teased you about adding soundproof material to your room, suggesting it was for the "safety" of the House of Lamentation.

Mammon

He instantly freaked out, thinking it was a ghost or a demon he took money from but never returned coming for him. But he couldn't back away now because he was the Great Mammon and had to protect his brothers.

Tiptoeing to the source of the sound, he stood in front of your door and stretched his head.

As soon as he walked in and heard you snoring, Mammon burst into laughter. But you were in a deep sleep and didn't hear him.

The next day, Mammon tells everyone about his brave encounter with the terrifying noise but doesn't tell any of them directly about what he heard.

Levi

Levi was startled but felt like a hero in a video game. He picked up the nearest object and pretended he was on a quest to find the monster who he had to defeat.

But when he stopped in front of your bedroom door, he was confused until he heard the noise again. Levi thought someone was hurting you, so he flung open the door and ran inside.

As he stared at you, he wondered how your snoring didn't wake you up. But Levi was relieved that there was no monster in the House of Lamentation.

He made a mental note to tease you about how you were the "final boss" of his quest to get water from the kitchen.

Satan

Since he was half-asleep, his first thought was a rare demonic entity had snuck into the house. If that was the case, he was ready to fight it.

Then he followed the sound back to your bedroom and peeked inside. Oh, it was only you snoring. For a moment, Satan smiled, finding your tractor-like snores endearing in an odd way.

The Avatar of Wrath tried to adjust your head in a way where you could breathe better.

The following day, he planned to find products to help you sleep without snoring, for your sake and for the sake of everyone in HoL.

Asmo

He knew he needed to stop this sound as it might wake up everyone in the house; demons have good hearing, fortunately, and unfortunately.

Asmo quietly walked into your bedroom but was surprised when he heard you snore again. Despite his concerns, he found it hilariously adorable.

He took out his phone, which he was carrying with him as a flashlight, and recorded you snoring to "use" against you later.

Asmo made a mental note to find something to help you sleep quieter. He didn't want your beauty sleep to be disturbed by your own snores.

Beel

Beel didn't care for the noise as his focus was on getting himself some water and a load of midnight snacks. Once he got himself some snacks, he headed back to his room but heard the sound again.

But when he realized the sound was coming from your room, he was concerned. Were you okay? Was someone trying to hurt you?

Beel wondered if he should wake you up but didn't have the heart to because you looked like you were enjoying your sleep.

With a sigh, he sat you up and put some pillows on your back and back of your head to keep you sitting up a little. That helped Belphie, so he figured it would help you to stop snoring.

The only brother who doesn't tease you the next day. But you do wake up to find Beel asleep next to you.

Belphie

Belphie doesn't care to investigate. There are so many odd noises in the House of Lamentation that he figured it was a curse or a ghost or something.

Then, he realized the noise was coming from the hallway in which your bedroom was located and rushed to check if you were okay.

Seeing you fast sleeping and snoring up a storm, Belphie was amused and decided to join you in bed.

The only brother who found your snores to be soothing; read that as: he can sleep through anything without a care in the world.

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[fairyhaos]

how seventeen act after catching a cold

requested by anon: "Hey, can u pls do "how svt will act after catching a cold" like will they be clingy or crank with their s/o 😆"

notes: hope you enjoy! this is basically like the s/o counterpart to this post haha but they can also totally be seen separately

masterlist

seungcheol:

has those great big hacking coughs that make it sound like his lungs are being torn in two. he starts coughing and then motions for you to back away really quickly bc he doesn't want you to catch his germs. also a whiny baby. complains about his headache, his blocked nose, even his own coughs. asks you to check his temperature every hour bc he swears he's burning up so bad even though "cheol it's literally just an ordinary cold—"

jeonghan:

clingy. so so clingy. acts like every cold is as terrible as some major illness. tries to use it as an excuse to not get up for the entire day and spend it cuddling in bed with you (and conveniently forgetting that he's sick and could totally pass it onto you—unless… that's his intention…?). sounds like an old man w a croaky voice, laughs at himself and is striking up a conversation with you every half an hour bc he sounds so funny

joshua:

gets a cold just as autumn is setting in. gets another cold when winter is at its peak. gets a (kind of) cold in the summer due to his hay fever. asks you to carry around tissues w you so there's always someone who has it just in case. sometimes when he doesn't have a cold he'll lie in bed beside you and breathe rlly loudly through his nose as if to appreciate the fact that he can actually do it

junhui:

is absolutely Devastated. rarely catches colds, suffers terribly when he actually gets them. coughs so hard that his eyes start watering. loses his appetite, doesn't wanna eat or drink anything. initially refuses the conciliatory hugs you offer before falling into them willingly. is like a sad, dejected kitten for the entirety of his cold. almost starts crying in the middle of the night bc his throat feels like sandpaper n he hates it :((( needs to be petted on the head until he calms down

hoshi:

dramatically throws himself onto you when he comes back from work to tell you that he found out this morning that he was unwell and his head hurts so bad and he starting coughing so much that he almost wet himself. clings to you like a limpet for the entire evening. only lets you go bc you convince him you'll cook him something nice to eat. insists on sleeping next to you, croakily asks in the middle of the night if you'll still love him if he had no voice

wonwoo:

tries to breathe through his blocked nose, fails badly and sounds like the sputtering engine of a tractor. is utterly miserable, will not let you take care of him bc he's so sure he can take care of himself. eventually caves when you put his head in his lap and massage his headache away. very drowsy and kinda not-there the entire time he's awake, doesn't state it outright but he's really obviously hinting that he wants you to hold him throughout the night

woozi:

doesn't tell you when he catches a cold. you can only tell bc he's shuffling around the house a little sluggishly and he's taking ibuprofen along with his supplements in the morning. you try to convince him to sleep instead of going out to the gym but he insists that working out will help him sweat off the cold (?). comes home an hour earlier than normal bc he couldn't breathe through his blocked nose

minghao:

is mad. at his cold, mainly, but that makes him mad at everything so pls be a little delicate with him bc he might snap at you if you say the wrong thing. but then he immediately apologises afterwards because he doesn't mean it at all, he's just tired and his head hurts and his voice sounds weird in his own brain. gets really sleepy, ends up falling asleep on you on the couch while trying to tell you about his day. wakes up two hours later bc of his coughing fit

mingyu:

is sneezing??? a lot??? even though he has a cold??? asks you to cook chicken broth for him, is yelling instructions into the kitchen from where he's laying on the couch in the living room surrounded by pillows and a blanket. grabs the bowl and slurps the soup straight from it like a little child. asks you to pet his head to help him go to sleep, refuses to sleep in his own room during the day bc he wants to see you :((( it would sound rlly sweet if he hadn't coughed at you in the middle of the sentence

dokyeom:

is leaking liquid from his nose everywhere. throws his arms around you to hug you then pulls away quickly with a sleeve over his nose bc the sudden movement made his runny nose almost get all over you. doesn't carry around tissues with him, needs you to run to get some for him whenever he coughs too hard. puts his head in his lap and asks you with his puppy eyes to give him head pats and even tho he's sick you can't say no bc he's looking up at you so sadly

seungkwan:

asks in a baby voice for you to make him warm food bc he feels absolutely terrible </3 you have to force the paracetamol down his throat bc he keeps complaining about feeling terrible but doesn't Wanna take meds. carries round a silk hanky you bought for him once and always dramatically holds up a hand in the middle of a conversation to fish into his pocket and cough or sneeze into it

vernon:

has tissues permanently held over his nose, holds up his hand if you get too close and tells you to back away in case you get his cold. doesn't let you touch him even if it's just a common cold, tries to leave when you enter the same room as him before you reassure him 10 times that you'll be fine. sounds so nasally bc his nose is all bunged up to the point that it's almost comical, and you can't talk to him for too long before feeling like laughing

chan:

wants cuddles 24/7, even when he's sick. gets jokingly hurt if you hesitate, asks if a measly cold will stop you from giving him hugs. has those really wet coughs and they're so often and so hard that you have to pat his back to get him to stop coughing. disappears into his room saying he wants to take a nap, emerges the next day looking even worse than before bc now he even has a fever. wants to be spoon fed soup in bed

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[seattlesellie]

Omg you have me thinking abt Ellie snoring AAHHH I feel like she’d snore so loud and when confronted about it, she’d be so defensive and say she doesn’t even snore

ellie has DAD SNORES which is so funny coming out of her cute little face 😭 and she kicks in her sleep its canon for me !! i feel like shed sound like a tractor and if u wake her up in the middle of the night by like pinching her nose bc shes being so loud shed get sooo angry and start groaning and get so offended like “i’ll sleep in the bathroom then, no— give me my pillow i’ll sleep in the tub it’s fine” and then she falls asleep 2 seconds later and starts snoring again

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[dmwrites]

Once a week, Gem and Scar lunched together in front of Scar’s tree, mostly to gossip. As the two elves of the sever, they just felt that it was right to do. No one understood them like each other. It was an elf thing, you wouldn’t get it.

“Omg girl.” Gem tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You would not believe the current drama going on by my mega base.”

“Oh, do tell!” Scar interlaced his hands and rested his chin on them.

“Well, okay, not like drama drama, because it’s Impulse and Pearl and they’re old friends and if they aren’t picking a fight with the other it’s considered a day wasted, but girl, Pearl keeps getting picked up by alien tractor beams in the middle of the night, which is so bright and loud! So Impulse is currently lecturing Pearl about that. But what’s worse is that two nights ago Pearl got back from one of her late-night alien adventures and got teleported right into Impulse’s bedroom, waking him up and scaring him so bad he almost killed her with his axe.”

“Oh my gosh!” Scar covered his mouth dramatically with his hand. “Girl, it sounds like they’re really gonna fight over this one! Drama alert!”

“No, it’s alright.” Gem said with a giggle. “They’ve already agreed to have a boxing match in a few days- whoever wins will ‘win’ the argument.”

“Oh, my money’s on Impulse.” Scar said, taking a sip of his dandelion tea.

“Oh, Scar, you’re deeply underestimating Pearl’s abilities! She’s hiding lots of muscle under that hoodie of hers. You’re forgetting her past. Battle is in her blood! Plus she runs with aliens!”

“True, true.” Scar said, taking another sip of tea thoughtfully. Cub came over with a plate of finger sandwiches and cookies and set it down on the table.

“So, what about you? Got any gossip for me?” Gem asked, taking a cookie.

“Oh, Gem, you know me, always sticking my nose in the latest drama.” Scar said with a deep and dramatic sigh, flipping his hair over his shoulder. “I’m almost sure Cub is a double agent for me and PoopooPies- I mean Gigapies. But like I can’t go fight him, because he’d win somehow. Cub knows me too well. And I swear I saw The Entity move like five feet the other day.”

“The Entity is so not cottagecore.” Gem flipped her hair dismissively.

“Girl, I know!” Scar sighed. “Trees? Bushes? Elven beauty. Even Mumbo’s hole isn’t too bad because there’s a cute river attached to it. But The Entity? Weird and haunted and definitely moved the other day.”

“Do I want to know what Mumbo’s hole is?” Gem asked hesitantly.

“Oh, Mumbo dug a hole in the ground, for resources or whatever.” Scar waved vaguely to Mumbo’s area.

“Ohh, I thought you were talking about- never mind. But ugh yeah The Entity… it better not come near my cottagecore lands or I will get Impulse and Pearl to throw it down a cavern.”

“So true girl.” Scar sighed. “Oh well, I have more pressing things on my mind. Like how I’m going to come on top of all of the other food industries on this sever.”

“Girl, you have elven magic and cottage core elegance on your side, you’ll win for sure!” Gem held up her teacup, and Scar clinked his against hers. “Cheers, girl!”

“Cheers!”

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[twvstedsouls]

Oh wow, I'm glad that the first experience didn't happen again. That doesn't sound pleasant at all. Waking up in the middle of the night for no reason isn't fun to begin with, so having a strange experience like that is even worse. But that's lovely about your mom though (although I'm sorry that she's passed). But things about loved ones visiting is always nice to hear.

As far as things that I've experienced; when my dad passed away, we were looking for the register papers for his tractor, so that we could officially give it to a cousin of ours, we couldn't find it anywhere. But then the next day the papers were sticking out from underneath my mom's recliner chair in the living room. So that was pretty wild.

Thank you, so am I. It really isn't and it's definitely something I wouldn't wish on anybody else. Ghosts sort of come across like they're not something which can be avoided if they have a specific intent, if that makes sense.

It's quite a long time ago now, but still, I appreciate it. It definitely is, just the possibility or ability to have one more moment with them is nice.

I'm so sorry for your loss, thank you for sharing your experience. That sounds really lovely, must have been quite a shock too, but a nice one for sure. Perhaps he was watching you all search for the papers?

Maybe, at least when it comes to loved ones visiting us as ghosts, they come when we need them and they can sense or know it when we do.

#answering asks #ghosts #ghosts making objects move is really cool though (when they have your best interest at heart) #thank you for reaching out dear anon ❤️

[winchester-girl67]

The Long Way Home (Part 2)

Summary: Some road closures and flooding takes the reader and the boys on a detour prolonging their drive home. She gets to know them a little better and starts to think they're hiding more than they let on, but they might not be the only ones.

Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x Shy!reader 

Word count: 4,249

Warnings: tornado aftermath, language, angst, kissing/cuddling, fluff 

A/N: Here’s part 2. Enjoy...

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The storm really did a number on the rest stop, roof shingles were littered across the parking lot and trees were snapped in half, leaning against the power lines and ready to give at any moment. Probably the reason why there was still no hot water or electricity in the room when you woke up. 

It was rough on Baby too, hail the size of golf balls left their mark in the windshield while the rear window was shattered completely by a tree branch so large that Dean had to enlist in the help of his brother and the motel clerk just to remove it. There were a few dents as well and some debris had left only one working headlight, but it was nothing that Dean said he couldn’t fix with time and the right tools. Still, you could tell he hated seeing her like that, she was his Baby, which you came to realize is what he affectionately called his car. You refused to admit that you were a little jealous of a car. 

Your clothes were mostly dry by morning, so you changed back into your jeans and tee, though you kept on Dean’s purple flannel. It was soft and warm and your jacket was still a little damp from the night before; so, you figured he wouldn’t miss it. 

After a few temporary fixes to Baby, you were on the road again, stomachs growling. Dean mentioned getting breakfast but without power to the only dining establishment around, you’d have to wait until you got to the next town over and hopefully they hadn’t been hit by the same storm. You sat in the backseat this time since you were still a little sleepy and Sam didn’t look like he was in the mood to be scrunched up back there. 

There was only so far you guys could get on the highway before you were detoured away from the first overpass which was filled with debris and an overturned tractor trailer. A number of other routes were flooded out as well, according to the radio and the only other way around would take an extra couple of hours to get through. This certainly was going to be the long way home, but you didn’t mind all that much with the company you kept. 

The steady flap of the plastic covering the shattered rear window was muffled by the sound of the wind rushing by; the engine purring and lulling you to sleep in the backseat of Baby. Dean smiled, glancing in the rear-view mirror at you slumped over on the door, cheek pressed up against the window as you rested your eyes. His gaze not going unnoticed by his little brother sitting next to him, Sam giving him a dubious look. Dean wasn’t easily taken with a girl, not like this, not the way he was acting head over heels for you and it made Sam a little worried. 

You were passed out in the backseat of Baby, at least that’s what the guys thought as they spoke in hushed tones in the front seat, trying not to wake you. The truth was you never really could fall asleep completely in the car, not since you were a child and you could tell that they were trying to hide something from you. The sound of wind and plastic flapping drowned out most of their conversation and though you weren’t intentionally trying to eavesdrop, that's exactly what wound up happening when their voices raised slightly. 

"It's along the way, what's the trouble?" Said Dean, his voice was a little deeper, gruffer. 

"I just don’t think it’s a good idea." His little brother shrugged, shaking his head. 

"What did you want me to do, Sam? Leave her on the side of the road in the middle of a tornado or maybe back at that motel- I remember the clerk really liked her, did you see the way he was checking her out this morning?!" Dean growled and you thought you caught a hint of jealousy in his tone; though, you hadn’t noticed the clerk looking in your direction at all. 

"All I'm saying is that you're not responsible for her, man. You've known her for less than twelve hours and you're already acting like you're in-" 

"Shut it, Sammy." Dean snapped, rubbing the scruff on his chin, glancing in the rear-view mirror to make sure you were still asleep. "She was scared and I was comforting her and now I'm driving her home, that's all." Your heart sank a little at that comment and you wished you could actually fall asleep so you wouldn't have to listen to anymore. 

"I'm just saying you're acting like a jealous, protective boyfriend when chances are you'll probably never see this girl again once we drop her off in Lawrence." Sam bit his cheek, he knew he was just telling his brother everything he already knew. 

"You don't think I know that, Sammy. Just one time I'd like to be selfish and actually get close to somebody, like her. Last night, it was like nothing else mattered, it was just us." Dean said, glancing between his little brother and the road. "Don’t I deserve to be happy, if only for an hour or two, huh?" 

Dean had been in low spirits lately, just going through the motions and he did deserve to have something good or someone good, like you. Sam knew he deserved that for more than a couple of hours too, but he didn't want Dean getting his hopes up just to get squashed later. He knew the feeling Dean was describing and how the weight of their life could drag you down; but he also knew what it was like to lose someone to it too and he'd be damned if he didn't try to protect his big brother from a pain as deep as that. 

"I know but, Dean, would you really drag her into all of this- this life?" What did that mean? Suddenly, contract work seemed a little shady to you. 

"Course not, but it doesn't mean I can't take her out to dinner." Dean argued, knowing it was probably for the best if he didn’t. It wouldn’t end at one dinner and he knew that. He sighed heavily, Sam reaching over and squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. 

"The apple pie life just isn't in the cards for us, you know that better than anyone, De-" 

"I got it, Sam. Enough, okay." He shushed, watching you stir awake in the backseat. You really just couldn't listen to them anymore, it made your heart ache and your head hurt. 

"Hey," you yawned, playing it up a bit and stretching out your arms. 

"Hiya, sleepyhead." Dean smiled, locking eyes with you in the rear-view mirror for a moment. "Sorry, this is taking so long, the storm damaged more roads than I thought and we've had to detour quite a bit." Nothing that you didn't already know. 

"S'okay, I don't mind." You shrugged. 

Despite everything you’d just heard, you still felt safe with him, even if you knew he was hiding something and you weren't sure about his feelings for you. You knew better than to just call him out on it though; the last time you did that, you wound up on the side of the road in the middle of a tornado. 

You still thought it was a little odd your brother never doubled back for you that night. Sure, you definitely had your fair share of arguments, but neither of you were really cruel enough to dump each other off in the middle of nowhere. Especially since you wouldn't even rank that fight in your top ten. 

You stared out the side window of Baby, golden fields of wheat and corn whipping by for the second hour in a row, stretching as far as the eye could see. It was hypnotizing and you caught yourself almost falling asleep, your head actually nodding and bumping into the glass. You rubbed your forehead, glancing over at the guys who looked the other way; thankful they hadn't heard and your embarrassment went unnoticed. 

"We're coming up on the state line soon, you guys wanna grab some grub in Kansas city?" Dean asked, glancing back at you, you hummed along with Sam. 

You were starving and as much as you were exhausted from travelling, you didn't mind spending more time with them. With Dean. You weren't in any rush to get back to your brother's house either, since you were currently staying with him while your apartment was being fumigated for mold. 

"Sweetheart, you okay? You're kinda quiet today." Dean questioned, you could see how his brows furrowed in the mirror. 

"Yeah, just thinking." You sighed, leaning your head back against the window. 

It was half true, you worried about how things would play out when you got home and you weren't exactly sure what you were getting yourself into with these guys. You found yourself having feelings for Dean after last night, how could you not; but still, you barely knew him. Though, despite your hesitations, they didn't strike you as bad guys and so far had treated you better than your own flesh and blood. 

"About?" He glanced back for a moment, his green eyes glowing with the way the sunlight hit them. 

You couldn't tell him the truth, not the whole truth, so you thought for a moment. You wondered if he'd kick you out of the car like your brother did, if he knew you had eavesdropped on them earlier. Somehow, you didn’t think so, but you didn’t want to press your luck for the time being either. 

"My brother, I guess. I’m supposed to be staying with him this week but after yesterday, I’m not sure I want to.” You said. 

“Not to pry, but what happened between you guys?” Sam questioned, turning in his seat and resting his arm over the back of it. 

“He broke up with his girlfriend of five years, which isn't like him. I know he loves her, I even helped him pick out the ring he was going to propose with. And when I asked him about it, he wouldn't give me a reason. That's why we fought, 'cuz I wouldn't let it go." You explained, seeing a sign pass by that read 'Kansas City ahead 10 miles'.

“Sounds like somebody else I know, who can't let things go.” Sam chuckled, nudging his brother in the shoulder. 

“Watch it, Sammy.” Dean growled, giving Sam the best bitch face you’d ever seen. 

"Geez, lighten up, Dean. It was a joke." He taunted, nudging Dean again, a little harder this time. 

"I swear, one more time and I'm pulling this car over." Dean warned, side-eyeing his little brother. 

"Are you guys always like this?" You laughed, a grin spreading across your face. 

"Usually he'd hit me back by now, but he's trying to make a good impression." Sam chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows, Dean glaring at him. "Do you have a good relationship with your brother?" 

"You mean, when he's not tossing me out of the car on the side of the road in the middle of a thunderstorm." You ranted. "Actually... yeah. Yesterday was a little out of character for him." 

"What do you mean out of character?" Dean questioned. 

"Uh... unusual, unlikely, not normal... out of character." You teased, you couldn't let Sam have all the fun. 

"You're hilarious." Dean said, rolling his eyes and biting back the smirk tugging at his lips. 

"I try." You grinned at him through the rear-view mirror. 

"Sure, you don't get mad when she does it." It was Sam's turn to roll his eyes. 

"It's cute when she does it," he shrugged, smiling.

You sat forward, wrapping your arms around Dean’s shoulders from behind in a poor attempt at a hug. He seemed to appreciate the gesture though and squeezed your arm with a large hand. His palm resting on your forearm for a moment, thumb brushing over your skin underneath the rolled up sleeve of his flannel shirt that you wore. His eyes never leaving the road ahead. 

"I think you're cute, too." You pecked his cheek, Dean's face turning all shades of red before you released him and leaned back in your seat. 

"He's adorable," Sam smirked, batting his eyelashes. This time Dean did smack him. "Ouch," Sam frowned, rubbing the back of his head. 

"Sweetheart, seriously, how off has your brother been acting and for how long?" Dean asked. 

"I dunno, just the past couple of days, he's been a bit grumpier and more irritable. Kinda like he's got PMS." You joked dryly, scrunching your forehead a little. "Why?" 

"Have you noticed any odd smells lately?" Sam chimed in, turning in his seat again to face you. 

"Um, not really... Oh, I guess his car kinda stunk on the way home. Does that count?" You questioned with a shrug. 

"What did it smell like?" 

"Y-you guys are starting to creep me out." You stuttered, twiddling the hem of Dean's flannel between your fingers and avoiding eye contact for a moment. Suddenly aware of how little you knew about them and feeling uncomfortable in their interrogation. 

"I know it makes no sense, Y/N and maybe there's nothing to it, but please, just indulge us." Sam said, giving you a soft smile and a look that resembled a puppy-dog. Oddly, it did make you feel more at ease. 

"...rotting eggs, I suppose, but we just passed a cow farm at the time." You explained, Sam and Dean sharing a knowing look that confused the hell out of you. "Geez, is this some sort of kink I don't know about?" You joked, trying to lighten the mood. "What is it with you guys? Now you're acting weird." 

"Y/N-"

"It's probably nothing." Sam said to his brother, effectively cutting him off. 

"Uh-huh, yeah. Cow shit typically isn't so fascinating where I come from. You guys are from Lawrence too, right? That's where you're headed?" 

"Lebanon, actually," Dean answered before Sam could interrupt him again, he was tired of lying to you and he didn’t see the harm in telling you. "So, it's not far, but we were born in Lawrence." 

"Wow, two guys from Lebanon should definitely not be that intrigued by cow shit. Which leads me to think you guys aren't in the farming community and I don't know too many contractors that travel for work out of state regularly. So, what is it that you guys really do?" You paused, neither one of them caring to respond, which annoyed you to no end. "What? You get to ask all sorts of questions and I don't?" 

Dean opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but never found the right words. So, he chose to keep quiet instead, as did his little brother, who eventually turned away from you. Yup, here it was; you were going to get yourself kicked out of yet another car for the second day in a row. Why couldn’t you just keep your big mouth shut, you thought. You were either incredibly shy around them or bold to the point that you made things awkward, there was no in-between. 

A couple of minutes later, Dean took the off ramp into Kansas City. Only speaking up to ask if the diner he pulled into would suffice. It was a late lunch by the time the food came and it was uncomfortable with the lack of conversation, to say the least. You felt bad, these guys were sweet, even paying your way back home and so what, they wanted to keep a part of their life private from someone they had just met. What was wrong with that? Just because you were feeling a little uneasy and mostly towards your brother, if you were being honest, that didn't mean that these guys didn't have the same doubts about you. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to- Your business is your own, I was just deflecting. Can you guys talk to me again?" You pleaded, pushing around the fries on your plate. 

"Sweetheart, look, our line of work is dangerous and we generally just don't like talking about it. We wanted to make sure that we aren't leaving you in a bad situation when we get to you home, is all. Are we good?" Dean questioned, giving you a sheepish smile. 

You nodded, continuing to nibble at your food until Dean stole a fry from your plate, eliciting a giggle from you. You pushed his hand away when he tried again a minute later. The rest of the meal was quickly filled with more teasing and laughter. You really did like hanging out with them and kind of hoped there was a longer way home. 

You were making your way back to the car after lunch, when Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you in the opposite direction. Sam, who was behind the both of you, rolled his eyes playfully and continued walking towards the car. 

"Dean?" You questioned when he came to a stop behind the diner, staring out at the open field. 

"Check it out," he whispered, pointing up at the sky with his free hand. 

There was a large murmuration of starlings swooping and spiralling together in dazzling formations against the bright blue sky. You could hear the rustle of their wings in the wind as they changed directions once more. 

"It's so beautiful," you breathed, lacing your fingers through his and squeezing his large palm. 

In contrast to the way the sky came alive the night before, it really was a spectacular sight. The way they flew amongst the clouds that could easily change into something truly alive at a moment's notice. There was an ocean above you, you thought and perhaps, just as unpredictable as the real thing. 

"Mhm, it is." Dean was looking at you. 

You noticed, unable to bite back a smile as your cheeks flushed. You turned to him, quickly leaning in on your tiptoes to peck a chaste kiss to his lips before you lost the nerve. 

Being so afraid of the storm last night, you really allowed yourself to be close with Dean. The kissing, the comforting touches, they were something out of instinct and necessity, but now, out of the storm's shadow, you were reverting back into that shyness. Or was it butterflies; you weren't sure, it had been so long since you felt something like this for another person, maybe even ever. 

"You're sweet." You said. 

"Not if it's true," he wrapped an arm around you, turning you and pulling your back against his chest; his chin coming to rest on your shoulder and his arms snugly around your waist. You sighed in contentment, laying your hands on top of his as you spent a few more minutes watching the birds. 

When you eventually made your way back to the car, Sam was standing around outside talking on the phone, invested in what seemed like an important conversation. Though, he seemed to cut it short when he spotted you, for whatever reason. 

"Who was that?" Dean asked, your hand linked together with his. 

"That was Garth, he- uh, has a job for us." Sam said, clearing his throat. 

"Thought you wanted some time off?" Dean frowned. 

"This one's in our backyard, so I told him we'd take care of it." Sam explained, giving you a sidelong glance. 

Dean nodded his head, clearly understanding whatever it was Sam wasn't saying in front of you. You decided to let it go, knowing that they were uncomfortable talking about their line of work. Even if the curiosity was eating at you. 

You all settled back into the car and set out towards Lawrence. Sam took the backseat this time saying he wanted to stretch out, but you thought he was just trying to be nice and let you sit next to Dean. Since, he saw the way you two came walking back from behind the diner, hands entwined and Dean bumping your hip with his as his eyes crinkled with the brightest smile Sam had seen his brother wear in a long time. His own heart ached and he didn't want to take that away from him, even if it would only last a short while longer. 

It took about another hour to make it to Lawrence. Somewhere along the way you had kicked off your boots and laid your feet in Dean's lap, leaning back against the passenger side door. His free hand rubbing soothingly over your calves and down to your toes, tickling the underside of your feet every now and again to draw your attention. 

Sam had talked your ear off for a good half hour, telling you stories about Dean when they were younger. Dean protested every time one of them included something he considered to be embarrassing, which was often and he would offer you equally humiliating tidbits about Sam. 

You cringed when you saw the sign stating that you were entering Lawrence. You weren't ready to say goodbye to them, especially Dean who you felt a strong connection with. It was easy with him, almost like you'd known him for years and Sam was quickly becoming a close friend, making it even more difficult to part ways. Just being there in the car with them, travelling and talking; it felt natural. 

"So, where are we dropping you, sweetheart?" Dean asked with a sad smile, you thought maybe he felt the same pang at the notion of you leaving them. You could hope, at least. 

"My brother's house isn't much further." You said, directing him down a couple of streets, reluctantly pulling on your boots. "Why do I feel like I'm never going to see you guys again?" You asked when he pulled up in front of your brother's house. 

Dean left Baby idling with that low rumble you'd grown to love the sound of. You all got out of the car to say your goodbyes, Sam ruffling your hair before slipping into the passenger seat to give you and Dean some privacy. 

Dean didn't say anything, he just grabbed your shoulders and pulled you in for a firm hug. His arms tugging at your waist, molding your body against his for a long minute. Then he kissed the crown of your head and pulled away. 

"I'll call you." He murmured, his green eyes searching yours and for a moment, you thought he might kiss you, but then he backed away. 

"Yeah? 'Cuz you still owe me that dinner." You teased, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. 

"I will," Dean nodded. 

"Liar. You don't even have my number." You huffed, glaring at him and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sucking in a breath and stepping back towards you.

Dean cupped your cheek with his palm, his eyes were a little glassy when he rested his forehead against yours. His thumb swiping over your lips, trying to erase the frown you wore. He needed to make a clean break and if he had your number he would call, no question. You didn't need to be a casualty just because he couldn't control his feelings, but you did deserve a proper goodbye. 

He dipped his head and tilted your chin up slightly so his lips met yours. It was slow and soft at first, quickly turning heated and needy when you parted your lips for him. His tongue sliding between them to taste and explore your mouth. You shivered when his hand slid around your waist to rest on the small of your back, the other still cupping your cheek and guiding the kiss. 

You didn't want to break away from him, you had this sinking feeling that Dean would drive off into the sunset and you would never see him again. That wasn't what you wanted and he seemed to feel the same, but something kept him at a distance. Probably whatever that phone call was really about and for some reason, Dean let it get between you. 

Eventually, the need for air was too great, your lungs burning and forcing you to pull away from him. His hot breath fanning over your flushed, kiss swollen skin, mixing with yours as you panted, trying to catch your breath. 

"Be good, Y/N." His hand fell away from your cheek and you opened your eyes as he turned away from you. 

You stood frozen in place as Dean opened his car door and slid back in behind the wheel. Dean locked eyes with you for a final moment before Baby started to roll away from the curb and he stepped on the gas. 

He glanced back at you once more in the side mirror from down the street, then turned the corner and the old muscle car was out of sight; though, you could still hear the rumble of the engine echoing in the distance. 

Dean was biased, he knew that by the way he felt for you. So, maybe it was nothing but he couldn't shake this feeling that something was off, that he shouldn't have left you behind. 

"Be safe, Winchester. We'll meet again... I’m sure of it." You said, trying to convince yourself and hugging his purple flannel around your waist before you spun on your heel, jogging up to your brother's front door.

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A/N: Read Part 3 here

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Dean/Jensen: @akshi8278

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make a wish (the sun swallows us whole)

miya osamu x gn!reader

southern boy!osamu au

angst. no warnings

1.1k words

Osamu glances at the velvet box on his nightstand. Your flight leaves in less than twelve hours. You’re probably asleep by now, not knowing that Osamu can’t. He couldn’t possibly sleep right now, knowing you’re going so fucking far away and that he’ll probably never see you again.

His heart aches in his chest.

He sighs and grabs his keys. He doesn’t know where he’s going until he pulls up in your driveway. Your light is still on, the only sign of life in the dark house.

He sits in his truck for probably ten minutes before he finally crawls out. He doesn’t want to knock on the door and risk waking your family up. So he climbs the tree next to your window, thinking about every time he’d snuck through your window just to hold you in his arms.

You jump when he knocks, knuckles rapping against glass sharply.

“Osamu?” You ask. He smiles that soft smile that’s meant for you, always and only for you.

“Let’s go for a drive,” he says. He can’t remember how many times he’s said that exact line in this exact position.

“I have to finish packing,” you say, biting your lip. He knows what you’re thinking, he’s always had the uncanny ability to read your thoughts just by the look on your face.

“It won’t take long,” he promises, holding his hand out. His heart almost stops in his chest when your tiny hand grabs his.

He hadn’t thought this far ahead, has no idea where to go as you sit in the passenger side of his truck. So he just lets the wind take y’all anywhere. The radio’s playing quietly, the somber sounds of Rascal Flatts filling the small cab of his truck.

It feels like the hundreds of nights you’ve shared before, your fingers intertwined and the windows rolled down. The wind breezes through your hair, making you look ethereal with the pale moonlight on your face.

Osamu parks his truck in the middle of a hayfield, dragging you out of the cab and pulling out blankets and pillows that he kept in his truck just for nights like these.

Out here, so far away from everything, there aren’t even any street lamps to hide the stars. Laying in the bed of his truck, you tucked in his side, it almost feels like nothings changed. God, for just one second, Osamu can imagine that college is light years away and that it’ll always be like this, the warm summer breeze on your skin, the stars twinkling in your eyes.

But Osamu isn’t stupid, no matter what people think. He knows that no matter what happens here tonight, you’ll still be gone come morning. For a moment, he entertains the thought of following you, across the globe if he has to. But he knows that’s just a dream. Come morning, you’ll be off, discovering big cities and meeting men more equipped to give you everything you want. Come morning, Osamu’ll be back on his tractor, plowing fields and wishing, more than anything, that he could be enough for you.

But tonight, Osamu is more than enough.

“Shooting star,” you whisper, pointing up towards the sky. “Make a wish.”

Osamu wishes with all his being that this night will never end, that it’ll just be you and him in this field until the sun swallows you whole.

The sun comes creeping through the trees soon enough, though. Osamu has to bite back tears as he looks down at you, sleeping so peacefully against his chest. He could lie. Say he was asleep, too, until your plane is long gone and you’re still here.

But that’s not who he is.

He drives as slow as possible to get you home. If you notice, you don’t say anything. Maybe you dread leaving him just as much as he dreads you leaving.

Your mama is standing on the porch when Osamu finally makes it back to your house. She doesn’t say a word about you being out all night, just pulls Osamu into a tight hug before inviting him in for breakfast.

Osamu laughs and tells stories with your family as you eat, never once letting you leave his lap. Your brother teases you as Osamu feeds you from a shared plate, but your parents just smile.

He helps you finish packing and helps your dad put your luggage into the back of your mama’s truck.

You’re climbing into the passenger side when Osamu grabs your waist.

He knows what he wants to say. Stay, stay here, with me. Please.

But he doesn’t.

“You be good over there, okay?” He says, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Don’t you forget about home.” Don’t you forget about me.

“Promise,” you say, smiling at him. He ignores the fact that your whole family is watching as his thumbs caress your cheeks. Tears are welling up in his eyes, but he can’t be bothered to hide them as they roll down his face.

He swallows his words. I love you.

Your eyes are just as teary. I love you, too.

He kisses you softly, so, so softly. Just the whisper of his lips against yours. You don’t try to kiss him any harder. You know if you did, you’d cancel your flight and stay right there with Osamu. As much as you want that, you can’t miss your opportunity to grow.

So he lets you go. Stands on your porch with your brother and your dad, both smiling as sadly as him as you fade away. Your dad pats his shoulder.

When he gets in his truck, he fights the urge to chase after you. The urge to run through the airport and sweep you off your feet, never, ever letting you go.

His mama gives him a sad smile as he walks through the door. Let’s him cry on her shoulder like he did when he was just a kid.

“If it’s meant to be, it’ll be,” she says, rubbing Osamu’s back. He just cries harder.

He finally pulls away, eyes swollen and tear ducts empty. He wipes his face on his shirt, mumbling something about getting ready for work.

He stumbles up to his room. He glances at the velvet box on his nightstand. Your flight leaves in half an hour. You’re probably buckled in now, excited for what awaits you in the big city. Osamu sighs, sitting on the edge of his bed, holding the little box in his hands.

The hand-me-down ring glitters up at him, teasing him with what could’ve been. He’ll have to return it to his grandma. He’s got no reason to keep it now, not with you so far away. But for now, he looks at it, imagining how it would look on your finger. Maybe someday he’d find somebody else to wear it, but for now he’ll just keep it safe for you until you come home.

The ring stays on his nightstand long after you’re gone.

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The Rookie 4x01 Episode Summary

Spoilers Ahead

Opens up with the team approaching a warehouse asking for permission to breach.. then it flashes back to immediately after the wedding and they watch video surveillance of Angela and Jackson being taken.. West was killed 😭😭 It flashes back to Grey giving them permission to breach. They find the getaway car but no Lopez. The car is wired with C4 so they leave and discover plane tracks on the road.

Lopez is tied on a plane with La Fiera. She informs Angela she isn’t going to kill her .. yet.. La Fiera tells Angela she needs her to “safely deliver my baby” first😭

Grey and Wesley speak with the DEA and the feds tell them they have no proof that Lopez was even on that plane so they can’t help them. Grey is livid because he just “lost a someone who was like a son to me”😭😭😭

Guatemala: La Fiera shows Angela her new room and introduces her to her doctor. Angela tells her not to touch her and La Fiera says she needs to play nice because she can either be treated like a surrogate or an incubator.

Los Angeles: Nolan and Chen are at the station, rightfully upset about Jackson’s death. Tim and Nyla come in and they discuss why La Fiera wouldn’t have just killed her there too, Lucy comes up with the correct suspicion that she wants to steal Angela’s baby. Grey comes in with Detective whatshisface (Angela’s new boss) and they say Jackson scratched his killer in the struggle - helping to solve his own murder 😭😭😭😭

Chenford moment alert: Lucy doesn’t think she can go back to their apartment and see Jackson’s empty room. Tim invites her to stay with him!!!!

Wesley goes to speak with a former client in hopes to get info on Angela’s. Wesley tells him he would do anything to get Angela back including becoming crooked.

Guatemala: Angela wakes up in the middle of the night and speaks with her security guard.

Los Angeles: Tim is setting up the couch for him to sleep on planning on giving Lucy his bed and she’s like no I can’t kick you out. Tim asks Lucy if there is anything she needs and Lucy says, the past 24 hours back 😭😭😭 but then they hug and they have that moment from the trailer .. and THEN THEY BOTH ARE CONTEMPLATING GOING BACK OUT TO EACH OTHER.. chenford is happening this season I CAN FEEL IT. But Tim gets a call that Wesley knows where they are keeping Angela.

The team gathers in (I think) Wopez’s living room discussing how they will get Angela back. They are going to get in contact with Max, the leader of the black ops fed team that they did the deal with over the counterfeit money/homeless guy murder last season to see if they could get them into Guatemala and perhaps lend tactical support. Grey informs Nolan that today actually marks the end of his time in the FTO program. John is officially a P2😢 Grey and Lucy are going to work Jackson’s murder case, while the rest head to Guatemala 😭 At the station they all have the black bands over their badges for Jackson😭 Head Detective dude says that he wants this guy dead or alive, and deadly force is authorized from the get go but Grey insists that this is not a revenge mission.

Nyla and Tim are with John at his house. Nolan wants to get the blueprints to La Fiera’s compound because the satellite pictures they have are trash. They get a knock on the door and it’s someone from the Black Ops team. They can get them in and out with gear but no personnel and if anything goes wrong they are on their own.

Guatemala: the trio arrive in Guatemala. They have 10 hours to go get Angela and get back. Wesley arrives by public plane. He tells the military personnel that he has an offer for la Fiera that she would kill to hear as a way to get them to take him to her. Nyla and Tim set up an overwatch on the compound. Nolan goes to meet the architect of the compound in an attempt to get the blueprints. He is pretended to be a contractor for a millionaire wanting to build his own compound. The office manager seems suspicious so Nolan goes and sets of the fire alarm so he can go steal the blueprints. He gets them but then leaves the drawer open!??

Wesley arrives and tells la Fiera that he could get a US senator to cut import terrifs for the legitimate companies that she uses to smuggle her drugs in. She tells him she will maybe consider it but really it’s not about the money.

LA: Grey gives Lucy a pep talk about being able to do the job even when it hurts. They see the suspect and he runs into a nearby apartment building. Grey finds the suspect holding him at gun point and when Lucy asks for his position he turns off his radio. Grey tells the suspect about Jackson and that he is tempted to get revenge and pull the trigger on him just like he pulled it on Jackson, but he doesn’t.

Guatemala: Wesley hugs Angela and tries to tell her they have a plan and the security guard flips out. Nolan arrives and says there is really only one way into the place based on the blueprints only for them to realize that there are now bars there. Tim says they need to move to plan B which Nyla disproves of.

In LA Lucy arrives home and looks into Jackson’s room 😭😭😭😭 Tim calls Lucy and tells her they are moving to Plan B which Lucy also doesn’t like but tells Tim to give her a bit to get ready. Before she hangs up Lucy tells Tim to be safe 😭❤️. Tim calls Max and says they have a new pick up point. They set off fireworks to inform Wesley they are moving to plan B. Wesley tells Angela that he has to inject her with a drug to induce contractions and that Harper has a drug to counteract the effects. They need to go to the hospital since she is only 6 months pregnant. La Fiera suspects something is up and tells her guards to take Wesley to be killed in the orchard and then meet them at the hospital.

John sees this happening. He tells Tim and Nyla that he has to go save him or he would never be able to look Angela in the eyes again. They tell Nolan they only have one chance to get on the chopper out of here so it’s basically a suicide mission. Lucy is tracking La Fiera’s car from LA via highway cameras. She has a police escort.

John is chasing Wesley’s captors. Meanwhile arriving at the hospital Nyla comes out with a wheelchair which has a gun on it that she pushes to Angela. Tim slams into the police car with a ambulance. They are chased by la Fiera and the team through the hospital and arrive at the chopper. La Fiera grazes Angela with a bullet and Angela turns around and shoots her dead (we assume). They tell Max they have to make another stop and when he tries to say he told them only one stop, the three of them pull their guns on him and he agrees to get John and Wesley.

At the orchard with the security guard. Wesley is being walked to his death. The security guard asks Wesley if he wants the bullet in the face or the back of the head and he says neither and John sets off a tractor and then attacks them from behind. There is a struggle but they make it out alive and to the chopper. Everyone is on their way home safe and sound 😭❤️

Then they time jump to three months later. Baby Wopez is a boy😭 Lucy gives a basket from her “and Nyla” of a whole bunch of natural homemade treats to which, after Lucy leaves, Nyla says she wouldn’t eat any of, but that it was something that made Lucy happy to make so she just went with it. Angela goes to Jackson’s grave to give him an update on her life. They named the baby Jackson😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Man there were SO many tears this episode 😭😭😭😭😭😭

#the rookie spoilers #the rookie season 4 #the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #angela lopez #wesley evers #john nolan #nyla harper #I actually don't know Grey's first name #jackson west #I am legit so sad about it even though we basically already knew #there was still hope before tonight #SO MANY EMOTIONS

[idance2silence]

Hey RWBY friends

Is there a ship for Ruby, Oscar, and Whitley (and also Penny?)?

I feel like Ruby, Oscar, Penny is pretty common combo of solidarity but I feel like Whitley should be in this corner of the fandom more idk. Smol children with angst. I feel like he fits. Is there a thing with trio or even the four of them? I feel like they'd make the most terrifying team of munckins.

Some thoughts for your consideration:

I feel like the 4 of them would live in a castle together and each of them would claim an area. Or maybe just a really run down mansion away from people. I think they're all pretty famous in cannon and would want space.

Ruby would absolutely build a weapons room and so the place looks Medieval by hanging various weapons on the wall all over the house instead of paintings

Oscar absolutely builds a garden with like the vine arches and it's like a scary maze but there's also a section with a fountain that he repairs. He buys ones of those lawn mowers you can sit on and ride since he misses having a tractor

Penny builds a fancy sound system and they blast the house with metal and rock music (a reason Oscar hides outside sometimes)

Whitley has a bunch of things he inherited that are heirlooms so it only makes the place look more ancient. He takes care of the library and fills ballrooms with ridiculously fancy pianos.

Oscar loves the old vibes it gives the place since some part of his soul is at rest in a place that feels like a haunted house. Haunted house filled with love

They throw ragers on Halloween like it's a haunted house and Ruby is the center of attention by being the evil queen of the galla

They camp in the backyard on nice nights

They watch movies together. Ruby and Penny always end up carrying Oscar and Whitley to bed since they fall asleep first

They hold a fashion show every year but unlike normal shows everyone is required to wear white (and a white mask, like those full face masks not just mouth or eyes). At the end of the runway they drop colored paint powders on you and so it's like live tie dye. They televise the event because they have *wealth* and I just think it's fun

They live by the woods so they can hunt grim together for sport because why not

They all have nightmares so there's a lot of middle of the night hot chocolate parties

Idk just 4 besties living their best lives

I think they all have incredible matchinf rings. It looks like a dragon wrapped around their finger. Each ring has a different gem as the eye and they take turns but they each have a favorite

None of them are really into romance or sex but they all love each other to pieces.

Sometimes they will go behind each other's backs and 3 of them will create a performance to put on for the fourth person.

Oscar is usually the one left to watch and he loves it. Even though he needs the most quiet time out of them they still think about him while giving him space and he appreciates them for it

Whitley becomes obsessed with making Muffins and Oscar is relentless about finding new bizzare recipes to keep things interesting. Penny loves to try new things. Ruby would much rather stick with chocolate Muffins but she finds it amusing to try the ridiculous flavors.

Sometimes Penny goes on the roof to stargaze and they all panic that they've lost her

They hold weekly video game tournaments and it's never dull

Oscar and Penny wake up first and lovingly greet the others with bad jokes about how late they sleep in.

Now I want to write a fic of all of this except the place is haunted because all 4 of them are ghosts and they've lived at home so long there's no reason for them to know they're dead. It doesn't make sense but it doesn't matter. Kids show up to the house in excitement to visit a haunted house and get scared and the 4 of them don't mind because guests are here have good manners. The kids bring gifts as offerings to the spirits and the ghosts have no idea. I think it's fun

It's fun to headcannon this. I see why people do this so often. Fantastic. Anyway, is there a thing for this? If there isnt I think that should change. They all go together so well. Maybe I just need more Whitley content lol

#rwby #oscar pine #whitley schnee #penny polendina #ruby rose #let me know if this ship intrests you #Di has thoughts #did i just create a ghost AU idea #oh no

[fangirling-allday]

Omg you’re amazing and I love you.

Can you write a Luke imagine where they’re dating in 2020 (reader is Julie’s best friend) and she introduces him to more country music?

(If you don’t know any country music that’s fine you can do folk or pop music you’d want him to learn💕)

Aww, I love you too!! 😘🥰

I love this idea thank you so much for requesting!!

I Want Crazy

Pairing- Luke Patterson x reader

Warnings- maybe like one swear word

Word Count- 1257

Summary- Julie’s best friend is in love with Luke Patterson and country music. But Luke hates it. The reader will comes up with a plan to make Luke enjoy it.

A/N- Did I search through Charlie’s playlist to find a country song, yes. Am I ashamed no I am not. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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Dating a ghost isn’t ideal. However, you wouldn’t want to be dating anyone else.

Luke was like a breath of fresh air. No matter the day you were having, his cuddles would make everything seem alright.

Many nights consisted of just you two in the garage, cuddling as some music played in the background. However, it always seemed to be his favorite music over and over again. One night you were done and wanted to show Luke your music. Even though you loved his music and you shared almost the same taste, a conversation with Reggie earlier that day sparked an idea.

“Hey, y/n would you want a country album from Julie and the Phantoms?” Reggie’s voice pulled you out of your phone.

“Hmmm, I would love to listen to a country album by you guys.” You hadn’t really told anyone, but country music was your favorite genre. Sure, a lot of it was about beer and tractors, but there was also a lot of great songs with an amazing story. You also periodically loved the ones about backroads and tractors.

“No, no, no. Y/n don’t encourage him. We will not do a country album.”

“I don’t know babe, I think you should really circle back on that idea someday.”

“See, she gets it. Just because you have this biased hatred for country music doesn’t mean we should let the rest of the world suffer.” Reggie rambled on, and you just shook your head and laughed.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Let’s just get back to rehearing.” Luke have a small pout as he tried to get everyone back on topic.

“Awww, have we hit a soft spot?” Julie asked, prying to get more out of him.

“Trust is Julie, Luke just doesn’t want anything to do with country music, not matter how hard Reggie tries.” Alex said, pointed his drum sticks to Luke.

Oh really? As the band started rehearsing again, you started to plan a way to get Luke into country, and you weren’t going to give up, even if it’s the last thing you do.

That night, as you layer your head on Luke’s chest, with your hands playing with his hair and the distant sound of a soft rock song that you couldn’t quite name played in the background, you quickly pulled out your phone.

As you scrolled through your Spotify, you tried to look for the perfect song to play. Finally finding the one, you clicked it and the sounds of a guitar filled the air.

“What? What’s this song?” Luke was confused. This definitely wasn’t the rock that he had requested you to play.

“Well, you always said that you wanted to broaden your music choice, so I thought that tonight would be perfect.” You looked into his eyes and gave him a wide smile.

After a few more moments of him listening to the lyrics, his eyes widened.

“No. Is this country?”

You giggled. “Yes and you are going to listen to it.”

“Y/n you know that I don’t like it.”

“Is there and actual reason for that hatred, or are you just being stubborn? Besides, I love country, and as my boyfriend you are legally forced to listen to it. And as your significant other I am legally forced to make sure you enjoy it.”

He scoffed but didn’t argue anymore. When that song ended you put on another.

Humming the opening lyrics, you caught Luke’s attention. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched you quietly sing along. However, when the chorus came, quiet flew out the window.

“Yeah, I wanna feel the sunshine

Shining down on me and you

When you put your arms around me

You let me know there nothing in this world I can’t do.”

As you sang, you got up and started dancing around the garage.

Luke sat up and watched as you sang and danced. A smile lighting up his face.

As the final hook came, you walked slowly up to Luke.

“I wanna love somebody like you

Love somebody like you

I’m ready to love somebody

Love somebody like you.”

You knelt in front of him, and gently grabbed his face in between his hands. Your eyes looked down at his lips then back to his eyes.

“And I wanna love somebody

Love somebody like you.”

Your voice trailed off as Luke leant closer. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips met.

It was a soft and sweet kiss, but no matter how many times Luke Patterson kissed you, you still felt heat rise to your cheeks and butterflies fill your stomach.

Pulling away, you pecked his lips once more before finding another song.

You smiled as Hunter Hayes’ voice flooded the garage. Turning around, you made your way to Luke.

“I'm booking myself a one-way flight

I gotta see the color in your eyes

And telling myself I'm gonna be alright

Without you, baby, is a waste of time.”

You pulled Luke of the couch and started dancing with him.

You started singing along once the chorus picked up.

“But I don't want "good" and I don't want "good enough"

I want "can't sleep, can't breathe without your love"

Front porch and one more kiss

It doesn't make sense to anybody else.”

You giggled as Luke spun you around. As you faced him again, you smiled, and whispered, “Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy

Are you with me, baby? Let's be crazy.”

“Hell yeah.” Luke replied, then gave you another soft kiss.

As you guys danced around some more, you yawned.

“Getting tired baby?” Luke said pulling you back down to the couch.

“Mhm, just a little.” You snuggled back into his chest. You breathed in deeply though your nose, letting your senses be overwhelmed with him.

As the music continued to play, you both sunk into each other enjoying each other’s company.

Luke started humming along to whichever song that was playing through the speakers.

“See. I told you I was going to get you to enjoy country music.” You said, lifting your head up just a little to see his eyes.

Luke laughed, and shook his head, his hair falling into his eyes. Your hand brushed his hair out of the way and landed on his cheek.

“That you did, huh. Who would’ve thought.” He leant back in and gave you a slow kiss. Pulling away you rested your head back on his chest and closed your eyes.

As you started to wake back up, you heard voices.

“Wow, this is something I never expected to see.”

You slowly opened your eyes and saw that Luke was still sleeping. He looked so relaxed and calm. Turning your head back to the noise, you saw Julie standing in front of the door.

“Who would’ve thought that Luke would enjoy country music.” Julie said giving you a smile.

You laughed quietly as to not wake Luke. But as you moved to look at the girl, you heard Luke groan and his grip around your waist tightened.

“Five more minutes.” Luke slurred, still half asleep.

“No come on Luke, I wanna know what kind of sorcery y/n pulled to make you listen to country.” Julie said, clearly not worried about that fact that it was the middle of the night.

Luke’s eyes quickly opened. He looked around and noticed you looking up at him. He gave you a soft smile, before turning back to the Julie. His face turning serious.

“We aren’t speaking of this again.”

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Far From Home (self indulgent Tech/self insert fic part)

Because apparently my dream needed to be written! I'm plugging away at this when i can, but fuck my brain is already trying to figure out what kind of ending it should be X3c

The storm was raging with all the strength that the summer heat that day had given. Driving at night was not Lynn’s favorite thing, but such was the work of a paleontologist who gets too into her work. She frowned and tried not to jump when the flashes of lightning lit up the road she was on. Of all the days she got lost in time on a dig site.

“Dammit...Good going, Lynn,” she grumbled to herself. At least her truck was able to handle the heavy rain on the road. A strange blue flash; less intense than lightning, and far more vibrant blue, caught her attention.

“What the fu-SHIT!” Lynn screamed, slamming on the breaks as a sudden flash of lightning illuminated a figure in the road. She swerved the truck to the side of the road, missing the figure in bright white clothing.

Lynn’s heart was pounding wildly as she threw the truck to park and stared at the mirrors. The figure was wandering and staggering in the road. She glared and practically kicked open the door to her truck before getting out.

“What the FUCK are you doing?! You could have gotten killed!” She screamed into the storm at the figure. She was getting soaked but as her eyes adjusted to the darkness; illuminated only by flashing lightning, she got a better look at the figure.

What she first thought was fabric or a suit was armor of some kind; metal painted white with red and dark gray markings. There was a light, or something glowing, near the individual’s face. They were wearing a rather distinctive helmet, and something familiar sparked in Lynn’s mind.

“Is there a fucking con going on? Hey! You’re going to get killed dammit!” She rushed forward into the road to grab the man in the road.

“What…? Where?”

Lynn grabbed his arms and pulled the man back; surprised at how tall he was, taller than her by over six inches. Yet he was built like a swimmer, lean strong muscle where she could feel between the plates of armor. A flash of growing light around the corner of the road; the rain pouring down, and crashing thunder did nothing to hide the sound of a diesel engine.

“Get out of the road!” she screamed pulling the man back and off the road, landing on her back with the man in cosplay on top of her.

The tractor trailer blew past with a roar of it’s engine and Lynn clutched to the man on top of her, her heart racing.

“Shit...oh...oh fuck,” Lynn prayed carefully rolling the stranger off of her and looking down at him in the flashing lightning. “Hey...hey wake up. C’mon man.” She wrangled her phone from her pocket and shook the flashlight app on.

In the steady light of her phone, the costume was well made but the helmet had sustained damage to the right side. The man’s eyes were closed behind well made goggles, making Lynn’s heart leap to her throat as she checked for a pulse. She let go of the breath she didn’t know she was holding as she found a strong pulse. Running her hands carefully on the underside of the helmet, her fingers touched the seal that ran just under the rim.

“This is some damn good costume work,” she muttered. Her fingers caught a pair of buttons and the seal hissed as it was released. Pulling the helmet off was a little difficult but not complicated. Lynn carefully put her hand behind the man’s head and rested it on the muddy ground.

He had a severe widow’s peak of brown-red hair that was spot on for the costume. His face was lean with sharp cheekbones. The stranger’s skin was a rich brown; not too dissimilar to the shrubland soil in the badlands. Lynn sqjuinted in the rain and the light of her flashlight wondering how the fuck the man got his skin so smooth; that was for another time; though as he groaned and a small trail of blood from his left temple

“Shit...Hey….hey c’mon man wake up.” Lynn gently patted his cheek before reaching up to touch his temple, her hand coming away sticky and warm.

“Nnnng…’Hunter?” Warm brown eyes fluttered open and Lynn carefully put her hand on his shoulder.

“Easy...you got a bad knock to the head. Can you stand?”

“Y-yes,” the man said, his accent bright even through obvious pain, with a British sound. “I believe I can with assistance.”

Lynn carefully gripped his arm and threw her free arm around his shoulders. “One, two, three!” Leveraging her weight back as the cosplayer moved forward they both got back to their feet. “All right. My truck’s right over there. I have a small med pack to patch you up before I get you to a hospital.”

“No! No Hospitals!” The man’s eyes were wide behind the goggles, turning his head toward Lynn and spraying her with water and a bit of blood.

“Okay...okay, no hospital.” Lynn conceded. She wasn’t one to argue with someone’s phobias. “I’ve got a first aid kid in my truck.”

The stranger nodded and walked with her through the rain to the beat up pickup on the shoulder of the road. It would be a pain in the ass and she would get soaked but Lynn would deal with it later.

She opened the passenger door and pushed her dig kit to the middle of the seat. “Here, sit down and relax. I’ll get my bag.” She hurried to the bed and opened the cap door before grabbing the red and white first aid kit. Rushing back to the cab she put the bag on his lap. “Okay. Hang on, this is going to sting a little.”

She got a piece of gauze soaked in alcohol and cleaned the wound on his scalp. She grimaced in sympathy as he hissed. “Sorry. At least it’s not deep…” Lynn continued to clean the wound and got a bit of neosporin out and a bandage.

“No bacta?”

Lynn laughed a bit. “Going really into character huh? Can’t say I don’t wish we had bacta, it would probably be a lot quicker and less scaring.” She bit her lip as she carefully moved some of his hair out of the wound. “Neosporin should help keep it clean though with the butterfly bandages.” She carefully leaned forward, smiling at the man and looking him over for any other injuries.

“I don’t understand…where am I?”

#Star wars the clone wars #star wars the bad batch #self insert fanfiction #tech/self insert #Tech the bad batch #fanfiction

[pollenat]

“Nocturnal silence” | cjs.

➛ ITZY’s Lia. 2012!au.

➛ Word count: 1854.

➛ This short follows the events of “Liquid mirrors”.

The worst part about the overcrowded cabin has to be the snoring woman. The very same one that just a few hours ago complained about the lack of fresh brussels sprouts on a ship - the last ark of humanity after the end of the world. Humankind has gone mostly extinct, and she had the guts to be angry at frozen greens. Looking at her through half-closed lids, you’re itching to throw a pillow at the woman. Nothing can stop her from going on, like an old tractor, choking on its own engine every now and then. The very pillow you’re trying to deafen the noises with, does nothing to your sensitive ears. You’re growing more and more irritated with each passing second.

Others seem to not mind. You look down, at the bunk underneath yours, where a mother with her son are sound asleep. The boy has kicked thin blanket off of his body, as if to prove how much space he can take. His mother is lying on the very edge, somehow calm despite her tragic situation. A man, lying above the snoring woman, has earplugs. Lucky asshole.

Your body thrashes around for an hour or so. At least it feels like it. The duvet is in desperate need of changing, but who cares about laundry during the apocalypse? You’re all sticky from sweat, annoyed by incoming headache and ready to commit a murder, which is just a figure of speech, don’t worry. The fact that nobody else is as affected by the snoring? A perfect way to drive you insane.

At some point you can’t take it anymore - the night feels useless. You miss the rays of sunshine, the sign of life, the reason to stay away from the cabin. Tonight, just like many times before, you jump off of bed, barely avoiding the snoring woman’s husband. He has made himself a sleeping station on the ground. You wonder is he really asleep or just way more patient than you. Either way, you don’t plan on staying around a second longer. As soon as the door closes, you’re welcomed by sweet silence. It’s an odd contrast to the loud snoring. Its lack has you almost creeped out.

The floor is cold under your naked feet. To the point where you can’t touch it for longer than a few seconds. Jumping from one foot to another, you look down the dark hallway. Its only source of light are small windows in the cabins’ doors. Circle-shaped rays fall on walls, like headlights, showing you the way across narrow scene.

Nobody will mind you getting lost in the ship’s hallways, right? You’re just another survivor, struggling to find their place aboard the ark. There are no perspectives. Exploring it seems to be the most compelling thing one could busy themselves with. So you travel down the scene, stepping inside the circles of light and looking inside the cabins as you pass. There’s no other soul up. Everybody is sleeping. It’s sort of weird and you wonder whether it’s just a dream you’re stuck in. How come you’re the only one unable to fall asleep?

Humming some tune you faintly remember makes the night feel more bearable. You’re tired of the crowded spaces, of eyes settling on you, even if they’re just traveling. They’re a tiresome phenomenon that does nothing, but fuel your anxiety. The worst part? Aside from the night, there’s nowhere to escape. All-ocean has made sure of that.

Step by step, you move forward, never putting a foot down for longer than two seconds. You’ve already observed that, but now it reminds you of the past. The tiled floor of your balcony during Winter. Dusting used duvets while cursing at temperature. Welcoming the texture of a carpet with relief. Digging your toes into the fluff. It’s weird to miss carpets in the middle of the night, but you do. Their last reminder is the one snoring woman’s husband uses as his mattress, an object completely out of your reach. What interior designer forgot about additional carpets onboard a luxury ship?

In front of you a door opens. Some silhouettes leave their cabin in hurry. Hushed giggles resonate down the hallway. You can neither make out a sense to their conversation nor put faces to dark shapes. But they do sound familiar. The silhouettes disappear behind a corner in the hallway’s other end.

Heart beating fast, your steps speed up. A thought, string of memories, collection of pictures swims in the back of your head. Common sense is the only thing keeping you from describing them. Number 203 is meaningful, though it’s just a number.

You’re just by the door when it opens again.

“Oh!” Jisoo. Jisoo? Jisoo! “You scared me!” She laughs, eyes morphing into crescent moons. But as soon as her voice raises in volume, Jisoo covers her mouth, worried she will wake up other residents.

“I see there are more night owls around the ship?” You motion at where the two silhouettes, you can now safely identify, disappeared.

The girl looks in the same direction. Her eyes stay there for a longer time, while you watch her profile. Perhaps (you won’t admit it), you should be thanking the snoring woman for a chance to see Jisoo at a different time. Her hair is disheveled, but the little mess is a beautiful one. Eyes glossy, lips dry, t-shirt creased. She’s a painting you enjoy watching. Even when her smile disappears as she returns to facing you.

You grow nervous instantly, because the mood shifts and you slightly prefer the easy-going Jisoo to solemn and serious Jisoo. The easy-going one loves joking, which is much better, as it consists mostly of laughing at yourself and your inability to form proper sentences.

“Uh, yes. I don’t know why Ryujin and Yuna left though. They didn’t tell me. Probably to spy on Yeji.” Pause. “Or something...”

“So, are you going to follow them?” Jisoo seems to consider your question.

Then she steers the conversation to your person.

“I don’t know- Why are you up? Came to spy on Yeji too?”

“As if it has ever bothered me what's Yeji doing at night. I have my own problems, mainly, a snoring roommate.”

Jisoo nods her head in understanding, mouth opened to build on the effect. You’re stuck in nocturnal silence, both scared to break it. Frankly, you don’t even have any idea where to go from here. Maybe you should just return to exploring the ship, but then again, it’s not everyday that you catch Jisoo alone.

“I’ve been walking around, you know, exploring.”

Again, she nods.

“So you’re looking for some place to rest?”

“In a way, yes. Do you happen to know any?” She smiles.

“Actually, I do.”

You’re surprised by her boldness. Jisoo lies down on her bed and you’re watching her with an awkward surprise.

“Don’t make it weird, I’m just sharing a bed with you. Okay, perhaps it does sound weird. But we’re just going to sleep, not- do anything weird? Okay, ignore me. I don’t know what I’m talking about.” To be honest, her joke doesn’t make you feel any better about the situation.

After a defeated sigh, you walk over to the bed, eyes never once meeting hers. Jisoo holds the edge of her duvet. She’s patiently waiting until your stiff posture joins her side. Then she slowly follows your lead.

The first thing you register is the smell - Jisoo’s smell. It’s an overwhelming sensations you’re eager to breathe in after many attempts at small doses. Now that you can experience it in its full form, you can safely say it’s bound to become one of your favorite sensations. It causes you excitement, one that you’re embarrassed to show. Maybe she will call you a creep if you don’t stop yourself from smiling? Suddenly worried, you look for other things to focus on. Like the coldness of her skin against your left hand’s knuckles. Frankly, it’s stuck. The bed is meant for one person and you can’t just sprawl across its surface.

A moment of hesitation passes. Then you turn to lie on your side, facing Jisoo.

At first you’re both stuck in shy silence. Jisoo’s looking down, perhaps thinking over something. But you don’t plan on disturbing her. It’s as if you’ve forgotten your tongue - you can’t even feel it. The darkness is all-consuming and you wish to stay hidden in its embrace, so Jisoo never learns of how hard it is for you to say a word, but also look away.

“So.”

Her eyes, so hesitant to meet yours, finally reach them. She’s surprised to find you staring back.

“How bad is it?”

“Bad?”

“Yeah, how bad is lying next to me on a bed?” Dark eyes pull away to avoid you.

Your brain orders you to be smooth. “It’s not bad.” isn’t the type of smooth you had in mind.

“But not good either? Ah, forget I said anything-” Jisoo laughs nervously through clenched teeth. “I’m just nervous. Because I made you come here with me! That’s why I’m nervous.”

“Jisoo,” The silence returns. “you don’t have to be nervous around me. I know, my magnetic personality and good looks are to die for,” She snickers in disbelief at your words. “but I’d rather you felt comfortable around me. Which doesn’t mean our current bed situation- I mean, I don’t mind it.”

There’s a blunt taste on your tongue. As if you have just finished your entry for a spelling bee and were in dire need of some water. Some actually meaning a lot.

“Do you think your roommates will make fun of us?”

“Definitely.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Silence.

“Um-” She dares a look into your eyes before dropping them again. “Let’s go to bed then, hm?”

You don’t think you’ll be able to fall asleep next to her. At least not with the possibility of seeing her face at the cost of merely opening your eyes. Jisoo seems to have the same idea. Her turning around causes a way too powerful sting somewhere in your abdomen. Before you know it, instead of her soft face structure, you’re looking at void-like black of her hair.

Your left hand sticks to your chest, but what about the right one? Keeping it on your thigh feels tiring. Placing it on Jisoo’s side? Too wonderful and too dangerous. Even if you’re itching to offer yourself, you cannot imagine the amount of courage it would demand from you. Instead, you rest it in the hold of your left hand. That way, perhaps, it will be stopped before any unconscious action takes place.

For a moment, you wonder, would she mind? Still, it’s a question you have no answers for. You also have no idea what will happen in the morning. How will the girls react? What will Jisoo do? How will you feel in the morning and will your left hand let go because of that damn itching...

Perhaps, the snoring woman is weaker than your true enemy - your vivid imagination.

“Goodnight Jisoo.”

“Goodnight.”

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[jaehyunspeachparty]

The wedding (m)

The sun shines in the room and caresses your bare skin. His fingers played with yours and you enjoy the silence. Your ear was on his chest and you can hear his heartbeat. It was slow, calm, and peaceful. It was like only you two were in this world. "Are you sure we're going to do it this way?" You ask him, looking at him with wide eyes. He stared at your fingers for a while and he nodded. "Yes. I'm 100% sure." He looked up at you and he was serious, determined. "And you don't want your friends and family there?" Your heart was pounding and you were worried about him. But he took your face in his hands and stared straight into your eyes. "Y/N ... I just want you." You nod and give him a soothing kiss.

2 days ago, Jaehyun had received news that he had been suspended by SM. He didn't know what to do next, but he thought it was a bad sign for him and his career. You two may not have been fully responsible at the moment. You had been overwhelmed by the whole situation. And so you had decided to elope within a few minutes. You take the next free flight to Europe and stayed in a small village in the middle of the Alps. There was a small but beautiful village chapel there and you knew this would be the place where you wanted to marry him. Just you two ... no parents, no friends, no family. You just wanted the two of you and you knew that was crazy.

The people in the village were cute and loved you two. They helped you organize everything and the little girls from the inn where you sleep,  braided a crown of flowers for you. You didn't have a special dress for the wedding. It was a simple long white lace dress that you could tie with a cord at your chest. Jaehyun was already in the chapel while the little girls helped you with your hair. Everything felt like a dream and when you think back, it still felt blurry. It was so quick, everything was so easy. "Are you ready?" Asked the landlady and you nod. She took your hand and led you to a small tractor that leads you up the mountain. You sit down and look into the landscape. Everything was so unique. It was warm, sunny, but there were a few clouds in the sky. The mountains seemed gigantic to you and it was like another world. You are now marrying Jaehyun. All alone. The only people around you are strangers. It made things so confused, so strange. It was like all of your knowledge about right and wrong were blown. But for some reason, you were sure that it was right. When you arrive at the small chapel you hear the bells ringing and you look at the brown wooden door. There was only one man in there who married you two and Jaehyun. One of the villagers opened the door and there you see him. Simply dressed. A pair of brown trousers, a white shirt, and suspenders. He looked perfect. And when he saw you with your alpine bouquet in your hands, he had to smile. You look at each other and you know that is so determined, that is your way. You didn't have a long walk to go. Not many people fit in this chapel anyway. Jaehyun helped you with your last steps and he looked at you with fascination. "You look beautiful." He looked up at you and your heart softened. "I am the happiest man in the world." He takes a step closer to you and looks deep into your eyes. But before you could say anything else, the ceremony started. The man who did the wedding read something, but you could hardly listen until the important part came. "So now it's time to give up your marriage vow." The man smiled and you knew that this was harder for Jaehyun, so you start. "Jaehyun, I could promise to love and honor you. I could promise to be there for you in health and sickness. I could say until death does us part. But I won't. That would be a promise for optimistic couples. For people who are full of hopes. But I am not optimistic and full of hopes on my wedding day. I am not optimistic. I am not full of hope. I am sure. I am ready. I know it. I know that exactly: You are my partner, my beloved and my very best friend. Not everyone understands the things you give me because you can see them not with the eye but with the heart. Jaehyun Jung, I can hardly wait to take your name and soon maybe to carry your child too. I love you. " You look at Jaehyun and see him staring at you. He was under your spell and you could see that your words touched him. You take the ring and pull it over his finger. Then it was Jaehyun's turn. "Y/N ... I ... you know that I have a hard time with words. But now we're here and we're doing something that we never thought we would do. I wouldn't do that with anyone else. I never thought that I won't care about anything at all. I just care that you are here and it is okay if the rest of the world is against us as long as I have you ... I want to share everything with you, I want to wake up and see you, I want to fall asleep and see you. I want a family with you and I want to go every single way with you. From now on it's just only you and me. Y/N, I love you. " He smiled softly and his dimples appeared. Two drops of tears ran down your cheeks and Jaehyun took your ring, gently took your hand in his and he pulled the ring over your finger. "Jaehyun Jung do you want to make Y/N Y/L/N to your wife?" Jaehyun looked at you, he smiled and held your hand tightly. "Yes, I do." You had to smile and another tear ran down your cheek. "And you Y/N Y/L/N, do you want to take Jaehyun Jung to your husband?" You too stare up at him, in his dark eyes, and smile with complete happiness. "Yes, I do." "And so I now declare you as a husband and wife." You look up at your new husband and Jaehyun grinned. His hands went to your lower back and he pulled you towards him. Your hands were on his shoulders and his lips were on yours. You are now sealing your marriage with this kiss. A kiss full of love, full of security, and full of a broad future. "I love you so much," he whispered in your ear and you put your head on his chest. You two close your eyes for a moment and enjoy your new marriage, your togetherness. You against the rest of the world. So Jaehyun said.

The whole night was then celebrated. There was a lot of food and you drink and enjoy your life. You two had left everything behind, forgotten everything. And when the full moon shone in your bedroom, Jaehyun pressed you against the wall. The balcony door was open and a wind was blowing through the room. It was pleasantly cool because your bodies were hot by now. Jaehyun's kisses were hot on your skin, so your breath was getting loud. His hands pulled your dress to the ground, your fingers opened his shirt. You don't talk much, you just let your bodies interact. You can still hear from the outside how other guests drank and talked outside, but only you and he existed in this room. You open his belt and his pants almost automatically fall to the floor. So much was said today, so many emotions exposed, and now you just wanted to feel him. Make your marriage. Still pressed against the wall, Jaehyun slowly lets you get rid of your last clothes. But his lips kept finding your skin. His hands were everywhere, they were all over your body, but finally, they found themselves under your butt so that he could lift you. He pressed you even more firmly against the wall and you claw into his shoulder blades. You feel his length as it slowly comes closer to you. And when it was inside you, you two put your foreheads together. You feel his breath on your lips and you look deep into your eyes. Everything was so intense what you feel, but still, you were quiet. It was such an intimate moment and you both knew at the moment that you were doing the right thing. His hips moved back and forth, the feeling of happiness running through your body. Everything around you went black and you only see Jaehyun. It's just Jaehyun ... forever.

You wake up with a vibrating sound. The sun was already high up, but you notice how your head was pounding and your body was a little sore. You look at the person next to you ... your husband. Only one sheet covered his left leg and his specific area. You couldn't believe it, everything still seemed unreal to you, but when you look at your hand you see your ring and when you look at Jaehyun you see his ring. You sit up slowly and stretch, but then it vibrates again. It was the phone on Jaehyun's side. "Jaehyun ..." You try to wake him up gently, but he didn't open his eyes. He just reaches for you and pulls you back to bed. "Hey, wife." Only now did he open his eyes to look at you. "Hey, husband." You whisper and kiss him gently. He then took your hand and you crossed your fingers together. You lay there for a while and closed your eyes, but then it vibrated again. Jaehyun sighed and reached for his phone, but his look was surprised. He sat up and answered the phone. You look at him and see how he nodded and agreed. You wonder what it was about and when he finished the phone call he looked at you stunned. "The company decided that I can stay."

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[americangothica]

Southern Illinois Gothic Farm:

I have seen a lot of Midwestern Gothic on Tumblr and decide to do a few about were I am from, the part of Illinois were corn fields give way to Shawnee national forest

*There is a dog barking. There is always a dog barking. No one around you has a dog.

*Corn swaying in nonexistent wind, something walks in the corn, act like you don’t see it.  In the off seasons you plant soy instead of corn. You can ignore the things that walk in the corn, pretend you don’t see them. But it is harder when soy is all that is growing. Soy only comes up to your knee

*You live around corn fields all your life but have never actually seen the middle of one. Has any one?

*The emptiness after the harvest, when the corn and soy are gone, the earth is black and clean underneath your feet. Safe, you tell yourself, it is done i am safe until next year.

*A tractor in the fields at three in the morning. Strange old songs and lights moving in patterns. Just another crazy old man getting an early start on the harvest, you tell yourself, and go back to sleep.

*There is something that walks in the cornrows we all know about it. We give it our blood and sweat and tears, and we never look it in the eye.

*Every fall the black birds come, hundreds of thousands of wings beating against sky, congregating in the trees outside of town and pick your fields clean.  You go out to shoo them away, you hate them, hundreds of yellow eyes, one gives a guttural squawk. It sounds a little like a language, one no human has ever spoken. But you still understand what it means, and give the bird a hand gesture in reply. You think about putting up a scare crow but some how the idea of its dark eyes looking at you in the night is worse then the birds.

*There’s an empty field on the edge of the forest. There’s no fence around it, but the deer stay away from it, so do dogs and the houses that border it never stay full for long.

*You’re chopping firewood when you hear gunshots ring out from a neighbors’ place across the woods. You keep chopping firewood. Deer season is still months away.

*Constant rumblings of bullfrogs, barking of dogs, the whining cry of June bugs and locust wings, none of it wakes you anymore. Nor does the sound of tires in gravel. The sound of boots in underbrush. We mind our own, and sleep like the dead

*Coyotes wail, dogs bark and things that are not coyotes or dogs howl back.

*The power goes out, and something stares at you from the corner of the room. You stare back. You are not terrified anymore, you know each other to well for that.

*Rats! Rats everywhere, they eat holes into the animal feed bags and chew at the sheet metal on the corn silos. They tap dance across the attic floor at 3am. You have declared all out war on them, after poison, traps and barn cats, the rats are still wining.

*Your grandmother keeps putting food out for stray cats. You don’t tell her the cats haven’t shown up in a long time. The things eating the food are not cats.

*It’s spring. the pollen starts to appear. It covers the buildings, the cars, the roads. it has been two days since you last left your house. But it is Monday and you cant put it off anymore you have to go two work. You step outside, you are choking. you are not surprised. you do nothing. you can not fight pollen. you can do nothing. you are still choking.

*People from out of town wonder why everyone in your town owns at least a few chickens. When ask why we all answer with the same old slogans. Chickens are such fun animals, you will never find something with more personality, and fresh eggs are just so much better then store eggs. The truth is they’re the cheapest animals to replace when the things come looking for a snack. It is better they take chickens rather then have them looking for other food.

*When you start finding the chickens with chest ripped open or heads bitten off, We know what it means. We know what lives in the fields and forest. We will do what we always do, walk the fence to look for holes and put out traps. We will trap a few but never enough to stop them. All we can really do is hope the hungry things will move on soon.

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[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | heaven-sent | part twelve

masterlist | series | part eleven

words: 1.5k

warnings: swearing, smoking, hints towards abuse

summary:  she’s an angel. he may as well be the devil. one would not exist without the other.

Frances awakens to the blinding midday sun washing out a clear blue sky, and she rubs her eyes in an effort to wake herself up. Beside her, Billy snores lightly, his long eyelashes casting shadows on his cheekbones, his lips puckered ever-so-slightly.

The heater is still on full blast, and his cheeks are flushed, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. She untangles herself from the heap of blankets and turns it down, careful not to wake him.

Then, she remembers why she is here. Hopper. El. They're still gone.

She unfastens her seat-belt and opens the passenger door as quietly as she can. One foot is out when a low rumble sounds from Billy's chest.

"Runnin' out on me while I'm sleepin', angel?" He squints one eye open, his lips curved into a smirk. "That's cold, even for you."

She groans quietly. "Figure you'd be used to it with all the girls you take home."

"Ouch." His arms emerge from his blanket and he stretches with a silent yawn. His hair is flattened from leaning against the headrest for so long.

"You shouldn't have let me fall asleep," she scolds.

"You needed it," he counters, throwing the blankets in the backseat. He no longer wears his jacket, and Frances watches the way his muscles ripple beneath his white shirt. "You wanna see if your dad's home yet?"

"You don't have to keep doing this, Billy," she says quietly, timidly, as she leans back into the car and shuts out the cold. "I'm sure you have better ways of spending your Sunday."

"Undoubtedly, but if I let you out of my sight again, you might have another breakdown and wander the woods like a madwoman." His voice is light as he turns the key in the ignition. "It's no problem, Fran, really."

"Okay," she nods, clipping her seat-belt on again. She doesn't have it in her to argue, especially since her legs are stiff from a day spent wandering all over Hawkins yesterday. "Let's go."

* * *

Despite the circumstances, there is something peaceful about riding in the car with Billy in daylight. Frances's eyes drift dazedly, following each tree they pass, each car that passes them, in an attempt to distract herself from the heaviness in her chest.

Billy taps the steering wheel restlessly, his eyes still swollen with sleep. They have already checked the trailer, and Frances made him wait in the car a few miles back while she checked the cabin in the woods, muttering an excuse about a hunting spot.

"If I ask you why you sleep in here sometimes, will you tell me?" she asks, breaking the silence.

"I told you last night," he replies dismissively, looking out of the window to avoid eye contact. "My house is a shit-show."

"Why?"

He hesitates. Frances sees his blue eyes icing over and she knows before he speaks that she won't be getting an answer. "Just is, alright?"

She nods in understanding, licking her dry lips nervously. "The trailer is empty most nights save for me. You're welcome to use it if you need to. You don't need to stay in your car."

"Am I your charity case now, angel?" he growls, jaw clenching.

She exhales in annoyance. "That's not what I meant."

Her gaze falls outside again, and it freezes there as they pass one of the fields. In the middle of it, sticking out of a thick patch of woods, is Hopper's car.

"There!" she exclaims, urgency causing her voice to rise. "Pull over at this farm. That's my dad's car."

He obeys, taking the next turn down into a narrow lane, where the overgrown branches scratch against the windows. Frances is suddenly glad that it is daylight.

The lane leads to one of the old farms, though there are no animals around save for a couple of horses in the stables. Frances's heart begins to race, and the car has barely stopped before she climbs out of it.

Merrill Wright, the owner of the farm, is standing beside his tractor, chewing on tobacco as he watches the Camaro pull in with only slight interest. There's no sign of anyone else here, her father or otherwise.

"Mr. Wright," Frances greets as she approaches him quickly, motioning to the chief's parked car across the field. "Is my father here?"

She can hear Billy's heavy boots crunching on the gravel as he slams the door shut and follows behind her. In a minute, he is beside her, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. Wright eyes him wearily.

"Naw, I haven't seen your daddy. Sorry, Frannie."

"But his car's right there," she pointed desperately, her heart falling into her stomach.

Wright shrugs, shielding his eyes from the sun and scratching his head. "It's been here since yesterday afternoon. No sign of Hop, though. Strange. I called it into the station earlier."

"What did they say?"

"Their guess is as good as mine: they got no clue where he is." Guilt flits over his expression when he realises his own insensitivity. "Look, I'm sure he's fine. You and your boyfriend here wanna come in for some late lunch?"

Frances shakes her head, saying, "He's not my boyfriend," at the same time that Billy mumbles, "We're not together."

"Thought he didn't look nothin' like your Byers boy," Wright states. "Anyhow, you hungry?"

"No, thank you." Frances pastes a shaky smile on her face, ignoring Billy's scowl at the mention of Jonathan. "Do you mind if I have a look around the car?"

Wright gestures to the field with raised eyebrows. "Be my guest. Watch the smell, though. The damn pumpkins are rotting."

Frances is about to set off. Now she stops, frowning. "Wait, what?"

Merrill nods frantically, his lips curling in anger. "I told your daddy a couple a'days ago that that damn Eugene has poisoned my crops. I expect that's why he stopped by. Why he left his car here, I'll never know."

"Eugene?" Billy asks on behalf of both of them, slipping a cigarette into his mouth and lighting it.

"Owns the farm by the lake. Had the nerve to accuse me of contaminating it, then mine here goes the same way the next day."

Frances and Billy share a bewildered look before Frances looks back at her fathers car, sitting lonely in the field. "Thanks, Merrill. We won't take too long."

"No skin off my back either way. Take all the time you need."

Frances shoots him a grateful smile before heading across the field. Her sneakers sink into the mud, the smoke from Billy's cigarette curling around her as he catches up with her. "I feel Sorry for your dad, havin' to deal with small town hicks paranoid about some conspiracy against their damn crops."

"That and underage drunk drivers, right?"

"Lucky he didn't have to deal with me."

She rolls her eyes.

"You didn't tell him," Billy points out after a moment, puffing his cigarette again.

She stops, turning around in confusion. "What?"

"The farmer. When he mentioned Byers, you didn't tell him he's not your boyfriend anymore."

"I have bigger things to worry about," she says, her face deadpan.

His usual smirk dances on his lips, but in his eyes something darker than just teasing glistens. "Yet you had no problem correcting him when he assumed I was your guy."

She scoffs, shaking her head. "You did the exact same thing."

He shrugs it off, adjusting the collar of his jacket. "I'm just sayin', it's interesting is all. Where is Byers, anyways? Shouldn't he be the one helpin' you with all this?"

Distracted, Frances covers her mouth with her scarf as they reach the infected plants. Merrill had been right: the pumpkins are turning a tar-like shade of black, sinking into the festering soil. The smell is the worst part of it though: it reminds Frances of decaying corpses, causing nausea to settle in her stomach. She swallows to keep down the bile.

"Jesus," Billy coughs, stubbing out his cigarette so he can cover his mouth. "Smells worse than the cow shit."

Frances ignores him, pressing her forehead to the car's glass and peering in. It's empty, her father's coat left abandoned on the seat. There's still a light dusting of frost on the trunk and windshield, proof that it hasn't been touched since this morning.

"You think he went into the woods?"

"I don't know," Frances replies, eyeing the mass of tall pines in front of her. The rotting is endless, the twisting, mouldy vines disappearing deep into the forest. "Worth a look."

Even as she says it, she knows she will not find him. Her chest is tight as she fights for each breath, Billy leading the way into the trees. The pumpkins explode beneath her feet, green and grotesque. She falters when they come to a spade stuck in the ground, though there is no hole in sight. The ground looks the same here as everywhere else: damp and untouched.

She kneels, running her hands over the soil. Her fingers come back black.

"Is that your dad's?" Billy questions from behind her.

"I think so," she whispers. Flies buzz metres away from her on the vines. Something sticky and grey and eerily familiar clings to them, something that makes her feel cold right to her bones. She touches it and an emptiness rolls over her like a violent, black wave.

"I think I know where he is."

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