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kaywinchester · 3 years

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Dark Power

@gracie-and-the-superwholock-gang asked: An angsty long-ff or series request, Sam daughter reader based off of the song In Control- by Nemesea.She was born before the event of the pilot. (like 17 months old by the pilot).So when Sam left her w/Jessica,Azazel did something to her before he killed Jess.She showed minor symptoms of powers and stuff up until the end of the Apocalypse arc.But then sometime when God(season14) came back or whenever you think is best for the story.Powers, darker self, fallow the song, accidentally hurts others

Word Count: 1,521

A/N: I will most likely end up turning this into a series because it sounds like an awesome plot (thanks for the request btw) but I hope I wrote it the way you pictured it lol :)

“You’re leaving. Just like that?” Jess asked Sam.

“Jess, it’ll only be til Monday.”

“What about Y/N?”

“She’ll be fine with you. Everything she needs is here, and I know you can handle her.” Sam said.

Y/N was Sam Winchester’s daughter. Sam was dating someone briefly during his senior year of high school. When his girlfriend at the time told him she was pregnant and was going to give up the baby, Sam had to make one of the most difficult decisions of his life. Either he could agree with the mother or take full custody of his child. It was not easy telling John or Dean. There was a lot of yelling and frustration that night, plus John didn’t agree with Sam going to college so there was a lot of tension between the two. But it all came down to Sam choosing to raise Y/N himself. For a while, he questioned his decision and wasn’t sure if he was ready. But when he held his newborn daughter for the first time and looked into her glistening green eyes, he knew he had chosen the right path. Sam promised himself he would do anything in his power to protect his little girl.

College was another obstacle Sam had to make a decision on. It was something he had wanted to do when he graduated high school. It was his opportunity to move away from the hunting life temporarily and pursue what he wanted to do. After lots of planning and thinking, Sam found a small apartment on campus that he could move into with Y/N. While Sam would attend classes in the morning, Y/N would stay with a sitter that lived nearby. Then, all afternoon and evening, Sam would be home studying and taking care of Y/N. Until he met Jess......

Sam was surprised a girl like Jess took interest in him, and he was worried she would change her mind when she found out he had a daughter. To his surprise, she stuck around. Jess moved in with Sam after six months and helped take care of Y/N. Their schedules lined up to where someone was always home with her. It was difficult at times but they made it work.

That’s when Dean came in. After a long time of not talking or visiting, Dean barged in unannounced that night. It scared the shit out of Sam in the process and pissed him off a little. Jess walked out into the living room and switched on the light.

“Sam?” She called out.

Sam and Dean stood in the middle of the room. Dean looked over and saw Jess holding a very sleepy looking Y/N. She had grown so much since the last time he saw her. Dean explained the whole situation with John, Sam was not happy to hear the news. He was just settling into his new life, he didn’t want to worry about hunting.

“Dean, I have Jess and Y/N, I can’t leave.” Sam said.

“Look, I have a few leads on dad. How bout we just go on with this for a few days. I’ll have you back by Monday.” Dean insisted.

“I don’t know, Dean. Dad is probably just caught up somewhere and isn’t checking his phone.” Sam explained.

“No. It’s different. I know it.” Dean told him.

Sam agreeed to help Dean, but it pained him to get back into his past, especially with his daughter in his life now.

“Promise you’ll be back by Monday?” Jess sighed.

“I promise.” Sam said as he kissed Jess’s forehead. He kissed Y/N’s tiny cheek. “I love you both. I’ll call you tomorrow morning, alright?” Sam reassured as he picked up his duffel bag and left.

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Sam sat in the passenger seat of the impala while Dean drove. It had been a while since he had sat on the leather seats of baby.

“How old is Y/N now?” Dean asked, breaking the silence.

“Eighteen months...... She’s starting to crawl a little bit.” Sam smiled to himself

“What do you think you’ll end up doing? I mean, after college. You gonna have that cookie cutter lifestyle? Eh? Maybe have a little garden in front of the house type stuff?” Dean asked.

“I don’t know, Dean. I try not to think about it but, I know having the past that I do, with hunting and everything. I don’t know if I can get rid of that. I always wonder if I made the right decision with Y/N. What if I try to escape hunting and something ends up happening to her that I can’t control? It’ll be my fault. I just don’t want her to grow up scared all the time.” Sam explained.

“Well, she’s you’re kid. She’s a Winchester. Whatever happens, she’ll be strong....and she has a pretty cool dad. And uncle if I might add.” Dean smirked.

Meanwhile, back at home..... Jess was keeping Y/N entertained while getting ready for bed. Y/N was in her play pen with some toys around her. Jess had gone to clean up the bedroom a little bit.

The curtains started moving with the wind from the window. The lights in the room flickered slightly. Y/N looked around the room for Jess or Sam, but she was alone. A dark shadow figure appeared in the corner behind the door. Y/N spotted it and locked her eyes on it. The figure moved slowly from the corner to reveal a man, with yellow glowing eyes that stared at Y/N. She didn’t know who it was, but as far as her little brain knew, it looked like any other person. The man walked closer and kneeled down to her pen.

He reached out and placed his hand on Y/N’s head. She wriggled around a little bit when her eyes flashed and light emitted from her being. The man smirked and stepped back, the light subsided and Y/N looked up at the man with a look of shock. She started crying which alerted Jess.

The man walked over to the window and looked back at Y/N before disappearing into thin air. Jess walked back into the room and picked up the fussy child, placing her in her arms. Y/N stared at the window, too young to know what happened, and too young to know what was coming.

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It was Monday and Sam and Dean hadn’t found much on dad, but they did catch up with each other and got to re-live the hunting life for a few days.

“I really wish we could do this more often.” Dean sighed as he parked baby in front of Sam’s apartment.

“I know, but you know how it goes. You can’t just call it quits once you start on a hunting spree. It’s one or the other.” Sam stated.

“Take care.” Dean said as Sam grabbed his stuff from the back.

“I’m home!” Sam called out as he entered the apartment.

“In here!” Jess shouted from the other room.

Sam walked into the bedroom to see Y/N in her jumper. She smiled and giggled as he walked over to her.

“There’s my girl!” Sam cheered as he lifted her up into his arms. Jess was in the shower so Sam rested on the bed with Y/N on his chest.

He closed is eyes and took a deep breath, happy that he was home. All of a sudden, Sam felt something wet dripping down onto his forehead. He flinched and opened his eyes to see the worst thing he could possibly witness.

Jess was on the ceiling looking down at him. “Jessica!” Sam shouted as the ceiling burst into flames. Dean happened to be checking a lead on his phone in the car as he heard Sam shout. He flew up the flight of stairs into the burning apartment. Sam was standing in the room looking up at Jess while Y/N sat herself up on the bed screaming.

“Sam!” Dean shouted as he grabbed Y/N and pulled a resistant Sam out of the room.

The two of them rushed outside and looked up at the burning apartment. Dean looked over at Sam. His eyes glossed over as tears formed. Dean remembered back to the same night he had to carry Sam out of the house when his mom got caught in the fire. The same pain filled the air.

The fire department finally arrived and put out the flames. They asked Sam if there were any belongings he wanted them to grab, if they were still useable. He told them to grab any baby items that were still okay, and a few family items that he explained.

Sam was numb. It hadn’t hit him yet that Jess was dead. It all happened so fast. He could’ve put himself or Y/N in danger from his emotions. He wasn’t paying attention in the moment. Thank god for Dean. So many thoughts were going through his head. He didn’t know what he was going to do with himself, and Y/N especially.

All he knew was, something was out to get him and his daughter. And it was not a good sign.

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blackcherrykiss · 3 years

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.6)

[CH.1] [CH.2] [CH.3] [CH.4] [CH.5] previous chapters

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genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

*P.S swear words are used (i try not to use them often lol but i feel they added to the emotion in the dialogue) the beginning lowkey not proofread sorry happy readings!

"I sensed you were here." He commented sternly as he stood up from the piano bench.

You stepped back, "Y-you just play really well... Didn't mean to be a creep." You get shy with shivers after realizing he knew you were around. From what you recall, you were absolutely silent.

His wordless response was a cold signal to leave. And so you did. Whipping your head back behind you to see people begin to exit their rehearsal rooms. You left Jay alone as he probably wished, mindlessly waiting for your roommates to storm out. The doors along the hall were now wide open so that you could search the rooms. Like a scavenger hunt, you went in and out of each music room, clueless as to which one you would find your friends in.

"Y/N?" You hear Hyesun before you could even step foot into one of the larger sized rooms along the hall. You slung your head up in surprise to see your roommates chatting with faces you were tired of seeing.

"Long time no see." Heeseung visibly bit down on the tip of his tongue causing your emotions to run wild. You were irked to see Nana, Hyesun and Dahee (in case you forgot these are the names of y/n's dormmates) with Jaeyun, Heeseung and Sunghoon.

"Haha..." You laugh uncomfortably at the overwhelming mixture of people.

"We were just thinking about having a party before the upcoming long weekend," Sunghoon plastered a dark smile that you found strangely annoying. He had some corrupt aura and every bit of your gut felt alarmed by him.

"Jungwon is in the next room over, you should ask him to come here," Dahee said calmly and reassuringly. If anything all of your roommates looked unexpectedly comfortable and relaxed in the presence of some of the school's hottest boys. You imagined your friends to be flustered since they had secretly fangirled to you about them during late-night girl talks. It seemed they had become genuine friends instead of fangirls. It made you question your intuition and trust issues. Maybe it was just you overreacting and these boys were friends, not threats.

Nodding your head, you run off to where Dahee had mentioned Jungwon was. Chasing until you met a closed door with a dim light shining through its' crystallized glass. Listening close you could hear Jungwon sing softly through the door, making your heart rate rise a bit. Like a fool, your heart was going in circles. You focus your eyes through the bits of glass that didn't distort your vision to see Jungwon in pure grace.

"He sings pretty well doesn't he?" You felt a whisper brush the conch of your ear. Not even bothering to see who the whisper belonged to, you agreed.

"Yeah... I've never heard him sing before." You blush at yourself, finally taking a look to see who you were even talking to.

Your gaze met a pair of sharp cut out eyes, "If I heard a person sing like that, I'd be convinced I'm in love with them." Kim Sunoo taunted, trying to make it obvious that your feelings of interest were on full display, even to a stranger. "You might get hurt though, being in love with Jungwon." His voice was a deep frequency that hummed in the bloodstream of your ears.

"Why would it hurt?" Your curiosity getting the best of you.

"He's capable of things you don't want to imagine," Sunoo fakely sighed, his breath hitting the side of your neck. "Jungwon's truly a bad boy. Playing around such a delicate flower." And with that said, Sunoo swung the door right open.

Jungwon abruptly stopped mid sentence, startlement creating a pale cast over his face, "Y/N? What are you doing here?" Jungwon laughed a bit to himself, a little embarrassed after the fact you had probably heard him sing.

"She was standing outside since the beginning of the song." Sunoo smiled smugly before walking out, leaving you in the icy room alone with Jungwon.

"I didn't want to interrupt... That's not even the point... I came to tell you that my dormmates are in the other room talking with the guys."

"The guys?"

"You know... Sunghoon and them... I-I'd really appreciate if you were just there Jungwon." You were sincere because, for some reason, he looked lonely. You would also really feel more at ease with Jungwon around and you hoped your sincerity reached him.

Jungwon had put on a concerned face before dropping it, realizing he was overreacting."Oh. Alright... I'll be there in a few minutes." Jungwon got up, shuffling his sheet music stand into a neat stack that hid in the corner. He had responded in a way that was much calmer than you expected. Perhaps you were expecting him to lash out about being around his friends?

"But Jungwon I want to ask you something..." You hated the secrets between the two of you, it was a mystery game you didn't want to play anymore, "Can you just explain what your relationship with Sunoo... Not even Sunoo, the rest of the guys."

He stopped in his tracks, knowing you were tired of his lies. "We're all orphans from the same orphanage. We just never got adopted." He spoke bluntly in a cold and rushed tone. His answer was enough to have you not ask any more questions about their relationship as it seemed too personal and insensitive of you to keep asking. "Since we were all too old to stay at the orphanage, some social workers came and took us to live in a house together. The house is just on the outskirts of the school but we only go there for long weekends and breaks when there is nobody on campus..." The realization of when Jungwon had said Heeseung was his dormmate came back to you. "They're like my brothers. But, some bad things happened to them in an incident we had a couple of years back at this carnival.. We were never the same after that." Jungwon had gotten somewhat emotional blurting it all out. He had choked up as you heard his words full of frustration built up in his throat. When you looked deeper into him, you found your heartache as his eyes glittered with tears.

"I-I trust you Jungwon. I'm so sorry I must've put you in an uncomfortable situation." You felt like an awful human being hearing his story.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm being too protective with you over those guys. I'm sorry about that. I just see you and get worried. They've become bad people..." He slid his fingertips from his forehead up until they tangled with the roots of his hair, closing his eyes to conceal his emotions.

You could've just hugged him right then seeing him in the midst of crying but your mind was a haze, foggy with not wanting to cross the unspoken boundaries between the two of you. The skinship of hugging was still considered too much for your friendship and you weren't openly ready to have the feelings of endearment that come with carrying out such an intimate gesture. You knew by being in such close distance with him would make you a fool for love.

"I think we should go to the others." You darted with a sudden wall forming between the both of you. You shuddered in pain with your cold remark after Jungwon had just revealed something so deep and vulnerable to you. Even if Jungwon had just told you an intimate part of his identity it was like he became more of a stranger to you. It seemed everything Jungwon was saying was quite true but still Sunoo's words had scarred your subconscious of falling in love with him or even merely liking him. Jungwon had said the boys were bad people but what excluded him from them?

You made your way back, leaving Jungwon to be alone and cool down from whatever you had just made him think of. Every second, regretting you didn't just wrap your arms around him and comfort him. Had it not been for Sunoo, maybe you would've trusted there was nothing more to what Jungwon than what he had just said.

"Did you find Jungwon?" Dahee lifted her eyes off of Sunghoon to yours. You got deja vu when you saw Sunghoon staring at Dahee with the same eyes he used during the commotion at the library.

"Yeah, I think he's just packing up his stuff right now..." You gulp awkwardly as everyone had settled into smaller groups. You think your eyes were deceiving you when you noticed Sunoo now in the room, being quick to withdraw from the conversation he was having with Hyesun and Nana to approach you.

"You don't look well. Something happen between you and Jungwon?" A wicked bubble of laughter rising in his chest.

"Not at all..." It was half true half not. Nothing had really happened mentally or physically but emotionally, there was something.

"Interesting because I was just asking those two girls about you and Jungwon. It seems you two are a lot closer than I anticipated."

"We're just friends, we're just getting closer these days."

"Sweetheart, he's not really trying to be your friend, right? He's just using you like how these boys are doing with your girl friends right now."

"Using us? Using me? Our relationship isn't that shallow. Maybe your dimwit friends would do that but I know Jungwon." You were offended by his assumption, who was Sunoo to claim such an idea?

"What makes you think you know him?" Sunoo laughed gravely at your statement. "I've heard a lot about you from Heeseung and Jaeyun, Y/N." Sunoo used your name. It seemed you both knew each other's names without having to directly say it or formally introduce yourselves.

"I'm flattered I'm that pretty enough to them that they would talk about me, Kim Sunoo." You used his name in the same power he had used yours in a sentence.

"More than just pretty, you should watch yourself. The pretty girls of this school don't last very long in this school."

"And why is that?"

"I think you'll find out soon enough." Sunoo snickered while swaying himself up and away after looking at the doorway.

"It looks like a party in here." Jay had entered with an arm hanging around Jungwon. You hadn't realized how packed the room was until Jay mentioned it.

"Yeah and we're planning one right now." Heeseung spat in a jokingly annoyed tone at Jay.

"A party???" He laughed, "If the school finds girls with us outside school grounds or even near the dorm we'll all be fucking expelled." Jay raised his scratched brow in interest as to Heeseung's response.

"Yeah as if the teachers are even awake super late at night. Literally, no one monitors the halls at night." Heeseung let out an airy scoff from across the room. You and your roommates were all flustered at the plan of a party so late at night. You were embarrassed your mind was even in that direction. "Our place is not far from here Jay, calm the fuck down."

"H-hey I think us girls will head off to eat, we'll settle the plans another time." Nana made eye contact with all the girls as a signal to exit. It seemed the mood took a bitter turn when Jay had entered.

It was an awkward scurry out the door as Nana pulled Hyesun with her. You shortly followed, looking behind you to see Jungwon give a lifeless stare at the ground. Your eyes focusing in on Sunghoon who whispers ever-so closely to Dahee. Whatever he told her, it tinted her face a plush pink.

"Dahee let's go." You glared at Sunghoon before putting on a sweet smile toward Dahee. You couldn't just watch Sunghoon act like such a flirt to Dahee, not when you knew something was also going on between him and Kyungeun.

...

Dahee hums beside you as Nana and Hyesun walk in front. The four of you were quiet, not one of you bringing up the encounter with the boys.

"Do you guys actually want to have a party with them?" You interrupt the silence.

"Y/N they are the hottest guys at our school, do you think we're going to pass on the opportunity?" Hyesun answers.

"Jaeyun told me he and Heeseung could get a couple of drinks from the town over the weekend." Nana added.

"Drinks?! How? Were literally all minors?!" You freaked out like a child.

"Not sure... I do admit though... I'm scared we'll get caught." Nana admitted making you feel reassured knowing she was leaning more toward not having a party.

"What else did you guys already discuss about the party?" You asked, hungry for the details.

"Apparently they've got a place really close by to here. I guess they live together?" The thought of what Jungwon had said to you earlier about the boys all being orphans came back to you.

"Where exactly is there place?"

"Somewhere in the woods of school." _________ author here lol just want to check in and make sure everyone remembers everything from the very first chapter :-) i told you guys that stuff mentioned in early chapters have big significance in the later chapters! Also feel so bad there are so many characters to keep track of LOL I will make a profile of all the characters once everyone is introduced.

Please leave feedback if you have any and thank you for being patient!

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thorne93 · 5 years

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Stan Lee University (Part 12)

Prompt: What would the Avengers be like in college, more importantly, what would they be like if Y/N existed around them?

Word Count: 1591

Warnings: drama, language,

Notes: This is based on a HC from @carryonmyswansong. They helped brainstorm and write part of this series. In this AU, no one will have powers, everyone is a normal human. Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong

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Stephen let you crash at his place, in the guest bedroom, then drove you to your first class of the day. All day, you felt this euphoria of Stephen’s night and yours. He opened up to you, and you to him. There wasn’t pressure, but trust.

Stephen ended up texting you that he hoped you had a good day and you sent him a smiley back, and wished him the same.

The next day, you were in your sociology class where Scott practically ran in when he saw you.

“Holy crap, Y/N,” he said, soaring in and landing in the seat beside you. “Did you hear?”

“Hear… what?” you urged, looking at him confused.

“Loki. He got punched, hard.”

“Good,” you muttered. “Listen, I really don’t want to talk about that ass any--”

“Don’t you wanna know what happened? Who did it?” he asked, clearly excited.

You frowned. “I don’t know. I mean--”

“You do. Okay, so word has it, Stephen Strange did it. He walked out of the science building. Right after that, he went and just nailed Loki--” He made a hitting motion from his left fist to his right palm “--Wham! Right in the jaw. Out in the courtyard. He didn’t say a word.”

A tiny smile played at your lips.

“Did you see it?” you wondered, trying to sound casual.

“Yeah. I did. It was pretty incredible. The guy just came up and socked him. Loki went down like a sack of potatoes. He was bleeding kinda bad and didn’t get up. He yelled at Stephen, but from what I could see, he didn’t respond.”

“That’s… Well, karma, right?” you said. You didn’t have any concrete evidence that Stephen did that for you, but if he did it right before he came to your dorm, it must’ve been about the bet.

“Right? It was awesome.”

“I bet it was,” you mused. You picked up your phone and texted him. “You hit Loki?”

“There’s no proof I did.”

“If there was, I’d enjoy seeing it.”

“Other than the bloody nose, and cut across his face, which I definitely did not give him, there is none.”

“Lol, duly noted. Thank you, any way. It means a lot.”

“Standing up for your honor was pretty easy.”

The goofiest grin crossed your face before you slipped your phone away for class. When all your classes were done for the day and you headed back to your dorm, you ran into Steve in the lobby.

“Hey,” you said, stopping him. “Could we talk?” you asked.

“Sure,” he obliged, a little confusion in his voice as you led him down the hall to your doorways.

“Hey, I just wanted to say thank you, for telling me about the bet. You didn’t have to tell me, but you did. I really appreciate that.”

He shook his head. “Eh, it was nothing.”

“No, it really was. You could’ve ignored it, said it was none of your business…”

With a somber smile, he said, “I couldn’t watch you get ridiculed like that. You don’t deserve it.”

A blossom of warmth spread in your chest. “Even after me and Bucky, and all that?”

He waved your words off. “What happened between you and Buck, stays between you two. You getting fucked over and not knowing about it, well that’s another thing.”

“Thanks, Steve.” You leaned up on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck. “You’re a really good guy, Steve, I hope you know that. Bucky and I are both really lucky to have you in our lives.”

When you let go, he was blushing and rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t sweat it.”

“Good night,” you bid him as you slipped into your room, ready to text Stephen some more.

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Friday night and you were back at Stephen’s house, rather than his dorm. The two of you liked the quiet, the privacy, the fact that you weren’t on campus, in the middle of all the bullshit.

You were in his room, a huge room with a king size, super soft bed and oversized TV. The TV was on low, as you two had ended up chit-chatting, shooting the shit about school and professors and classmates. You were going to play video games but both of you went into a lazy mode.

“You got your half of the lab report done?” he asked as he laid, his head hanging off the end of the bed.

“No, I blew it off,” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes. “Yes, it’s done. I’ll email it to you tomorrow if that’s cool.”

“Nope. Need it right now.”

“Psht, as if you could focus on homework with me around.”

He just laughed. “You excited about being a senior next year?”

“Yeah. I’m a little nervous. You?”

He rolled over, peering down at you while you still laid on your back. “Nervous? What are you nervous about?”

You looked off to the side, not sure if you were ready to be this open with him. He’d been a complete gentleman so far. Hell, you weren’t even dating or official or whatever. He hadn’t made one move at you, which was really nice. He was just… being a friend, listening, but you were so worried he would be another Loki. Even if he hit Loki, even if he was there for you afterward, you weren’t sure you were ready to just… let him in, let him all the way in.

But you took a deep breath.

“I’m trusting you here,” you announced, your tone heavy.

“I know,” he assured as he stared at you.

You sighed. “I’m nervous because I worry every day that I’ll fail as a psychiatrist. That I won’t treat someone properly and they’ll commit suicide. That someone will think I don’t care. That someone will accuse me of just being in it for the money… I worry that I won’t get into med school at all. I worry that my drive and passion will drive away anyone who might want to marry me.”

“It’d only drive away idiots,” he stated.

You gave a half smile. “Thanks.”

“You know… I left behind a lot of my friends at BU. I was close to quite a few of them. But that school was just awful. I needed to get out of there. For me. So when you were telling me about how you worried about your friendships falling apart, it’s okay. The friendships that should endure, do, and the ones that don’t… well they become a fond memory. But I was scared. I was nervous as shit. New campus, trying to figure out where to go, who to talk to, who not to talk to. Then this plucky girl comes up to me and invites me to a pre-med club. It was a sign I was where I belonged.”

A shy smile displayed on your face despite yourself. “But what does that have to do with me worrying about being a failure?” you asked, curious as to why he said that.

“Because I know what it’s like to be scared. Worried your future isn’t going to work out exactly how you want it to.”

“But what it if doesn’t?” you asked.

“Well for one thing, it will, because you’re brilliant and hard working. But on the off chance it doesn’t, you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and move forward, towards a new solution, a new path to get you where you wanna go. Just like I know you will do.”

“What’s come over you, Strange? Do I need to check you for a concussion? You’re being awfully nice to me?”

“I’m always nice to you,” he breathed as he gazed down at you.

The air suddenly shifted. Stephen wasn’t just this guy any more. He was… He was a guy that you wanted, really and truly wanted.

He eyed your lips then stared into your eyes before slowly coming down to meet your lips. As soon as his lips touched yours, it felt like you’d been rocketed to cloud nine. His lips were soft, extremely soft, the pressure ever so gentle on you. You didn’t feel trapped, or pinned, or pressured. He was putting the smallest amount on you to let you know he was, in fact, kissing you.

You pressed back slightly, letting him know his advances weren’t unwanted. He tasted, he felt, so different than Loki or Bucky. There was this… current that seemed to flow between you two. An energy you’d never felt before.

Within a second, he broke the spell around you. He leaned back slightly and peered down at you with a goofy smile.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?” he asked. “What am I saying? Of course it was, you just kissed me.”

You grabbed a pillow and hit him. “You’re a cocky, arrogant bastard!” you teased, laughing.

“You haven’t objected yet.”

“I’m about to kick your ass all over this room, how’s that for objecting?” you asked, crossing your arms and smiling at him.

“I’d actually really like to see that.”

You rolled your eyes and turned onto your stomach to watch TV. “You’re twisted, Strange.”

“Maybe you should analyze me, doctor,” he joked as he settled beside you.

“Oh, good god, no. I don’t have all week.”

“Oh, so I need to pencil time in with you now?”

“Definitely. You don’t have any special pull here,” you teased, nudging him.

He laughed and the two of you enjoyed the night watching TV and eating popcorn.

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You’re Still The One // Tyrus Month, "College”

@tyrusweek /// AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15768714

Summary: Cyrus and TJ had grown very close, but they lost touch throughout high school. TJ wished he had told Cyrus how he really felt all those years ago, but he finally accepted that he would never know what might have been. Until one day, when TJ is walking aroun d his newuniversity campus after transferring. Call it fate, destiny, or the Universe -- something brings the two of them back together again.

“TJ Kippen?!”

TJ heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned around to see none other than Cyrus Goodman, his friend from middle school. “Hey, look who it is!”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it’s you! I didn’t know we both went here!” The excitement in Cyrus’ voice sent warmth through TJ’s chest.

“I actually just transferred here this semester. I finished my associate’s at community college and now I’m here on scholarship.” TJ smiled, “It’s great to see you! I wasn’t expecting to run into you.”

“Well, it’s a pleasant surprise for me, too.” Cyrus’ eyes looked TJ up and down, not-so-subtly checking him out. “You look great, by the way,” he remarked.

“Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself,” TJ winked, attempting to maintain his suave confident exterior. Nevermind the fact that his knees felt weak and his heart felt fluttery.

The two smiled at each other for a moment until Cyrus looked away to check his watch. “Oh geez, I need to get to class now, but I’d love to catch up with you later... Would you like to meet for dinner?”

TJ smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that. Any suggestions where? I’m new around here and I don’t know the local hangout spots.”

“Yeah, do you have the same cell number as you did before? I can text you the details.”

TJ nodded. “Sounds good. See you later, Cyrus.”

TJ couldn’t believe it. What were the odds that he’d run into Cyrus here and now?

They hadn’t seen each other in four or five years. The two had been inseparable during middle school. They had been close — closer than most teenage boys allowed themselves to be. Their friendship was so supportive; it seemed like a bond to last a lifetime. But there was something else about their relationship. A natural chemistry. An intimate longing. Feelings that neither of them outright acknowledged or acted upon. Oh, the uncertainty of adolescence.

The two fell out of touch when they went to different high schools, and if TJ had one regret, it was that he never told Cyrus how he truly felt. What should I have done? I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but it didn’t last anyway. Oh well, right? TJ resigned himself to the fact that he’d never have an answer to all the “what if’s.” He would never know what might have happened between them.

But now.

Now they were here, together, at college. Meeting for dinner. Talking face-to-face.

Was this fate? Was this time to finally say everything he had previously held back? Was the universe on his side for once?

I guess I’ll find out tonight.

——

They met at a cozy cafe adjacent to campus. String lights cast a warm glow onto the street. Cyrus was waiting outside, hands in the pockets of his cardigan. He’s still the same adorable Cyrus, isn’t he, TJ noted with fondness as he approached. “Hey, Cyrus.”

Cyrus smiled and opened the door for TJ. “Shall we?”

“What a gentleman! Thank you.”

As soon as he stepped in, TJ was enveloped by the smell of coffee and cocoa. Cyrus, with his typical nerdy enthusiasm, gave TJ a rundown of the cafe’s food options. After ordering their sandwiches and grabbing their drinks, Cyrus led them over to a cozy booth in the corner. “This is my favorite spot,” he gleamed.

TJ took in the light fixtures and the art on the walls. “I can see why! Really nice atmosphere here.”

“I know, right? Ah, it’s so comfortable, but I also feel so adult when I come in here to work on my laptop and sip espresso.”

TJ chucked. “So, do you come here often?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Cyrus flirted. TJ, not expecting such a response, almost choked on his drink. “Oh, shoot, are you okay?!”

Great job, Kippen. A few minutes into this and you’re already falling apart. “I’m fine,” TJ rasped. Compose yourself. “Ah, so, how have you been? What are you studying?”

Much to TJ’s relief, his awkwardness faded as Cyrus launched into discussion of his past two years at college. Conversation came easy between the two of them, and the more they talked, the more comfortable they became. They carried on as if nothing had ever disrupted their original relationship. After a shared fit of laughter over a particularly funny anecdote, Cyrus took a deep breath and asked, “Gosh, why did we ever stop hanging out?”

TJ’s lips twitched to the side, his eyes gazing down.

Cyrus continued, “I know that life happens, but I should’ve done more to stay in touch with you after you moved. I could’ve come to support you at your high school games, but I just… stopped...”

Hearing Cyrus’ guilt made TJ’s eyes dart up. “No, do not blame yourself, Cyrus. I… I let myself drift away from everybody I met at Jefferson.” TJ bit his lip, debating how much he should reveal. “When I moved, it was because… I was put into a new foster home.”’

Cyrus’ eyes widened. “Oh, TJ, I never realized…”

“Yeah, there’s a reason for that. I never let anyone know, even you. Why do you think I never let anyone come over to my house?”

Cyrus nodded in understanding.

“There were a lot of us in that home. I didn’t get much attention or assistance from my foster parents; there were younger kids that required their care.” TJ’s voice was straightforward, but with a hint of pain. “They gave me food and a place to sleep, but I was mostly on my own. That’s kinda why I started working so young.”

Cyrus listened attentively.

“But then I was moved to be with a family that could be more attentive to me, which is great right? It was supposed to be a more supportive environment. I guess it was in some ways. But… they were pretty... conservative.”

Cyrus gave him a look, urging him to continue.

TJ sighed. “They were homophobic. I… I wouldn’t have felt safe coming out to them.”

Cyrus’ mouth fell slightly agape. “Wait. So… you’re—?

TJ smirked, “Bisexual, yeah.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Cyrus smiled. “I’m very gay, by the way, in case you couldn’t already tell.”

TJ laughed with a big grin, “Yeah, I suspected so.” The two shared a playful look.

“So… why exactly did you cut contact with us when you moved, if you don’t mind me asking? You didn’t want us to know you were in the foster system?”

“Yeah, I had a lot of shame about that. But also…” TJ took a deep breath. “I was afraid of where things might go, with… with you and me.” TJ paused. He could feel the lump rising in his throat. Everything he always wished he had said… he now had the chance to say it.

TJ took a deep breath. “I liked you, Cyrus. I always did. All the way back to our first conversation. I thought you were cute and sweet and I wanted to get to know you, and... I think you were my first actual friend, to be honest. And… You made me a better person. I made myself be a better person, because you inspired me. I realized I wanted to be better, and I wanted to be better for you.”

TJ’s eyes finally met those of the boy in front of him. Cyrus looked starstruck. He was speechless. But in a good way, it seemed?

TJ reached across the table to grab Cyrus’ hands, which had been resting at the edge of the table. “Cyrus, maybe you never realized it, but I was in love with you,” he smiled. “Or at least, as in-love a person can be when he’s 14.”

Cyrus blinked, trying to ground himself amidst this revelatory moment.

“What are you thinking?” TJ asked nervously.

“I’m thinking… that Buffy and Andi were right, dammit!” Cyrus laughed. “They suspected that you and I were a thing. ‘You two totally make heart eyes at each other!’ But I never let myself believe it. I was too afraid… I wasn’t ready. Maybe that’s why I let myself drift away from you?” Cyrus’s brow knitted up, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey. Don’t be! I’m thankful for what we did have. You really changed my life. You should always feel proud of that, Underdog.”

Cyrus chuckled at the old nickname. “Ah, I really appreciate you saying that. But still… what might have happened, if we did things differently? I can’t help but wonder.”

TJ shrugged. “It wasn’t the right time for us,” he responded.

“Well… what about now?”

“What?”

Cyrus blushed. “What if now is the right time? For us?”

TJ tilted his head with a grin. “Cyrus Goodman, are you asking me out?” he beamed.

Cyrus put his fingers to his chin in mock-thought. “Why, yes, yes I am!” He laughed. “Actually, I’m asking you on a second date. I’m counting this as our first.”

TJ’s smile was so warm, so bright, it could have lit up the moon. “You’re serious? You — you really want to go out with me?”

Cyrus rolled his eyes, “TJ Kippen, you must realize how attractive you are.”

“Lol, yeah, but… I don’t know, I guess I always thought I wasn’t worthy of dating you. You’re so good. I’m not that special.”

“Oh hush. Is that your insecurity or just false humility talking? Have you forgotten how much you helped me? I don’t know if I ever would have danced with danger, were it not for you! From day one, you pushed me out of my comfort zone while supporting me. I think you’re pretty damn special, TJ.”

TJ giggled with his hand over his face. He wasn’t used to be complimented so earnestly. But him and Cyrus, they had always been vulnerable with each other. It was about time that they were completely honest.

Pulling out his charming smirk, TJ laughed and admitted, “Okay fine, you’re right. I am pretty great.”

“Theeere’s that classic TJ charm!” Cyrus played.

The two men continued to banter, laughing and flirting. With old secrets and emotions finally confessed, the two continued to talk about their current lives. Both were succeeding in their studies and both had dreams of moving out to the coast. They marvelled at how easy it was to talk to each other, naturally picking up after all these years. The chemistry was still there, but there was something more. Growth. There was no longer the uncertainty of being 13.

Maybe they were ‘meant to be’ after all… It was now, finally, the right time for them.

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Ernest Hemingway said something, at some point, about writing being simple, “all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” I may be sitting in front of a Mac and not a typewriter, but I still feel like I’m about to bleed all over it.

I told you in my last blog that you’d hear about a recent ex. Let’s call him Max.

I once heard someone on a podcast talk about how she doesn’t get over an ex until she and her next boyfriend breakup. The hurt of the more recent breakup takes over the hurt of the more distant one, allowing her to finally, really let him go. I wasn’t exactly excited about my last breakup, but I did think that it might give me some clarity on the one before it.

It’s been almost three years since my most formative relationship ended. Let’s call him Adam. To this day, I can’t really put my finger on exactly why Adam and I broke up and I’m not sure he can either. We just poofed. He just poofed. I felt stranded and abandoned and this was the first little piece of baggage I’d learn to always carry with me on every relationship vacation from there on out. Our breakup caused me to truly reflect on who I was at the most basic human levels and it’s when I finally saw all of myself. It felt like I’d just woken up from a 24-year nap. I was very groggy, to say the least. And I wish I could say I didn’t take anything else of him with me. But I inherited his way of hanging up clothes, uncommon vernacular, and music taste to name a few things; the music taste being the most important.

Before Adam and I met, I was a ride or die, Indie/ Rock girl. I didn’t understand Electronic music. It was just a bunch of noise. As I fell in love with him I fell in love with Deep House and Tropical House and Dub Step. And when we broke up, I eventually fell out of love with him but never the music. In some ways, I feel it still ties me to him. Does his new girlfriend like G Jones? Matoma? Duke Dumont? GRiZ? After our breakup, I only continued to fall down the electronic music rabbit hole and it led me to many concerts and new friends and even a new boyfriend.

My most current ex, Max, and I met through a mutual friend, who we can call Brianna, months before we looked at each other in any kind of romantic way. He was dating a piece of shit and I was still reeling and trying to recover from my breakup with Adam over a year later. We talked about Electric Forest, which we’d both been to (shout out to Adam for introducing me to it) and the music we’d seen and the music we loved for hours. Our mutual friend even left at one point and he and I decided to continue the conversation at another bar. He left at the end of that night and I didn’t see him again for another seven months. Fast forward to April of 2018 and Brianna shows up at my apartment to see my roommate. The three of us decide to go out to the bars for a campus event when Brianna asks if we mind if her friend Max joins us. I play it cool, “yeah I think I remember him. He was pretty nice.” LOL OK KATIE. You think you remember him. I had already added him on Facebook and stalked enough to know that his relationship status had gone missing sometime in the last five months. I asked Brianna if he was single now and she explained that he was.

In walks Max. We lock eyes. Match point. Game over. He’s mine.

I sometimes wish it hadn’t gone that way. We could’ve made really amazing friends. We loved the same music extremely passionately. We had so much fun together; his weird was my weird. We were aliens, outsiders together. Seemingly us against the world. And when you find someone you mesh with, that you’re attracted to, you hardly ever say, “wait a minute, let me not fuck him. He could turn out to be a really cool friend.” It’s funny though because we didn’t fuck that night. We stayed up on my balcony smoking blunt after bowls and talking about our passions. I pointed out the moon and he loved that I noticed things like that. Brianna was asleep on my small, broken Target futon, I was in my robe and ready for bed but he wouldn’t leave and I didn’t want him to. We made vague plans for sometime in the coming weeks before he left. And then the next day he asked me to come over for dinner. And that’s when the magic happened. I should’ve known by how quickly it was moving that it wasn’t sustainable. But I ignored every red flag and allowed him to be free, me to be free. We had a wonderful few months. Until we didn't anymore.

Taste in music and mutual weirdness can only take you so far. Remember how I said I couldn’t really put my finger on why Adam and I broke up? Well, I have a never-ending list of why Max and I did. I won’t bore you with the nitty-gritty. Truly, it comes down to timing, as so many things do, and Max needing some serious counseling from his piece of shit ex and a few other things he had going on. He wasn’t ready to be anyone’s partner. He needed to sit with himself. I thought the hurt from that relationship ending would finally dull the hurt of the one before it. But then I was just left hurting over two loves lost. I really still don’t even understand how that’s possible. But trust me, it is. It took a while and time with only myself again to finally let both of them go. It’s hard sitting with yourself sometimes. But when you find it hardest is usually when you need it the most. Maybe moving across the country + being forced to have time with myself wasn’t the best combo, but it’s what was dealt to me. I always do things the hard way in life. It was fitting. *Katie I-do-everything-the-hard-way- Pasternak*

Adam and Max were/ are both sweet, sweet guys. It pains me that I can’t be with Adam and that I can’t help Max. But sometimes there’s just nothing you can do. You’re either going to smile or you’re going to cry. And I’ve done enough crying for someone who’s not a crier. I’ve finally come to a point where I accept that Adam and I just aren’t meant to be. He seems happy in the life he has today. And for me, that’s a win. I’ve also accepted that Max was a complete learning experience. My friends say I’ve become picky but I know they’re wrong. I’m just not willing to settle. I’ve seen too much shit go down in my own life and relationships to let red flags go again. I’m trying to move on and live my life without fear while still being cautious enough to not get hurt (is that even possible? I’m trying anyway). Max hurt me more than I thought such a short-lived relationship ever could. Our relationship was relentless in its torture; always finding new ways to break me. With that being said, Max and I have actually managed to reconnect and become the friends I wish we’d been all along. It’s still weird and I find myself needing to take breaks here and there because, to be honest, I’ll always be attracted to him. And though we never said it, and he may never have felt it, I did love him. I’ll always love him. Now we have weekly phone calls (usually while one of us is driving for a few hours *cough Max cough*) and the lines of communication are open. When we want to share a new song or something that reminds one of the other, we do it, without hesitation. Hearing from him makes me smile and I love that.

I never thought I’d get to a point like this with an ex. But here we are. And it doesn’t suck. And I’ve let go of things I didn’t think I was capable of ever leaving behind. And that all helps me take care of myself. When you’re harboring feelings of regret, or longing, it’s really hard not to beat yourself up. It’s hard to look in the mirror and like who you see. But at the end of the day, that’s the one person you’ll always see. As Papa AP (my father) says, “relationships are hard, maaaan”. And he’s not wrong. And the most challenging of them all might just be the ones that we have with ourselves.

Now that that’s out of my system, stay tuned for next week when I share really embarrassing photos of me circa 2002 and talk about my weird-ass family. Gotta go stitch myself up after that bleed ;)

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