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phoebe-delia · 1 year

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Hiya, friend! If you fancy it for Eight Drarry Nights, I'd love to see what you can come up with from Taylor Swift's song, "I Did Something Bad" as a prompt. :D

Night 3: Pitchforks and Proof

Oh, Krissy, it would be my pleasure. This is one of my favorites off reputation for sure, and I don't think I've done this for Drarry yet! So that's exciting. Thank you very much for prompting it @sugareey-makes-stuff. cw: corrupt police work. Enjoy! Read the other Hanukkah fics so far here.

"Come again?" Robards frowned. "Did you say—"

"We lost him, sir," Jones sighed. "We lost him."

Robards slammed his fist down on the table, making the stacks of files on the surface tremble and everyone else in the room jump. "How?! How did you lot let him slip away? Remind me, Jones—since you seem to be the only one brave enough to speak for the group–is this the first time you've let him get away?"

Jones winced. "Er, no sir."

"Is it the second?"

"N-no."

"It's the third!" Robards roared. "The third time you've let Malfoy get away!" He glared at the room. "Why hasn't one of you put a tracking spell on him yet?"

"Er, sir, don't we need a warrant—"

Robards pushed the papers off the table and onto the floor. He leaned forward, pressing his palms onto the desk as he all but snarled at Jones. "Draco Malfoy is on the Ministry's Most Wanted List! Do you know how much he's stolen? Millions. Millions of galleons from his father's old cronies!" Robards shouted. "My order is all the warrant you need! The Wizengamot can kiss my arse if they've got a problem with it! Do you understand?"

The group mumbled their "yes sirs" and avoided Robards' gaze—all except Harry, who stayed silent in the back.

Robards sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Right. Now get out, all of you."

Harry let the other aurors file out of the room first before he followed behind them, not giving Robards another glance.

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Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets and strode purposefully away from the Ministry building. He still hadn't adjusted to the winter weather, with night washing away the daylight sooner than he liked. Still, there was a peacefulness to it; to walking home in the cold, exhaling and seeing his breath in the freezing air, proof he was somehow still warm inside.

Finally, he made it to the apparition point. He closed his eyes, letting his magic take him home.

Harry landed in his flat with a sigh of relief. He tugged on his ear, which was a bit stuffed up from the apparition, to let it relax back to normal. He walked over to his bar cart and poured himself a glass of firewhiskey.

He didn't turn or startle at the sound of the door opening. Instead, he smiled to himself at the sound of the door clicking shut and then footsteps trailing into the room, and then stop.

"One for you, too?" Harry asked without turning around.

"Yes, please."

Harry picked up another tumbler and filled it with the drink. Satisfied, he turned around, and put the other glass in an outstretched hand. "Long day?"

Draco tipped his glass back into his mouth, nearly draining it in one sip. He swallowed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You don't know the half of it."

Harry snorted, taking a sip of his own drink. "I have some idea. You're a tough bloke to catch, you know."

Draco smirked. "I know. I aim to keep it that way."

Harry set down his glass and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "As do I, love." He pressed a kiss to Draco's lips. "So, where's this donation headed?"

Draco smiled. "I was thinking Club Care; they've got such a great kids' program. Either that, or Wishing Whale."

"That's the one that fights pollution, right?"

"Yes," Draco said. "Great cause. Plus, I love the name."

Harry chuckled. "You do love a good pun."

"I do," Draco sighed. "It's my only weakness."

Later that night, they were cuddled in bed, with Harry's head on Draco's chest. Their conversation about recent gossip from their friends had fallen into a lull. It was silent, until Harry finally said, "They want to track you."

Draco frowned. "Who?"

"The Ministry. The Aurors. Robards said we have to put a tracking spell on you the next time we see you."

Draco's hand stilled where it had been combing through Harry's hair. "Is he getting a warrant?"

Harry snorted. "What do you think?"

Draco scoffed. "Silly of me to ask. Well, what do you think?"

"I think I should do it," Harry said. "Be the one to cast the spell, I mean. If we're going to keep this up, with me on the inside, then I should be the one with the most access to you, right?"

Draco resumed stroking Harry's head. "Agreed."

They were both silent for a few more moments until Harry spoke again. "We should talk about the way this all ends," he said. "We can't keep this up forever."

Draco nodded. "I know love. I promise we'll figure it out."

Harry glanced up at him. "Together, right?"

"Yes, Harry, together," Draco said with a small smile. "Always."

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macamadamia · 5 months

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Sometimes, You Can Meet Your Heroes Chapter Two

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51511717/chapters/130680352

Chapter One AO3 | tumblr

Chapter Fic - Chapter 2 / ???

Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Teen and Up

Chapter Word Count: 1400

AO3 Tags: Parent Dean Winchester, Parent Castiel, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Claire Novak is hell on wheels, Minor Character Death (before the story starts), Teen Claire Novak, Kid Ben Braeden, Mute Ben Braeden, Ex-Con Dean Winchester, castiel is doing the best he can

She’s fallen into a restless sleep in the Impala’s passenger seat, bare feet propped up on the dashboard, school blazer rolled up and pillowing her head against the glass window.

Despite her initial hostility, the girl had run out of steam pretty quickly. After some questioning, he found out she’d been travelling for two days to find him, first on a bus to Omaha, then hitch hiking from Omaha to Sioux Falls. He figured she’d been running on adrenalin and Gas-n-Sip snacks, so when she finally crashed, she’d crashed hard.

Dean adjusts his grip on the steering wheel and cracks his neck from side to side. It had started to rain a short time ago and they’d been driving for hours, with only a couple of quick gas station stops for fuel and food. At this rate, they should make Lawrence by midnight.

She looks so much younger, so much more vulnerable, now she isn’t spitting fire at him. She reminds him of Sammy when he was the same age and isn’t that just a kick in the balls. When Sammy was that age, he’d run about as far and as fast from Dean as possible. All the way to Bobby and Ellen in Sioux Falls, telling stories about Dean’s drinking and his violence.

How he was just like John. Bobby and Ellen’d taken Sammy in, and when Dean showed up in the middle of the night, filled with liquor and rage, Bobby had run him off with a shotgun.

Just like John.

Sammy had run away from him. But this girl, this girl had run to him. God help them both.

“You’re that asshole Dean Winchester who bailed on his pregnant girlfriend 16 years ago.”

Yeah, he guessed he must be. He hadn’t known Lisa was pregnant when her parents had swooped in and packed her off to California, but the dates lined up and Lisa wasn’t the kind of person to lie about that sort of thing. He’s more surprised she ever mentioned him in the first place.

The girl, Claire, had shown him a few photos of Lisa, Benny, and himself at a theme park.

“Who’s that?” He was in this photo, lifting Dean up into a bear hug while Lisa hung off his neck, wearing his cap.

“That’s Benny.”

He remembered that day, it was the summer Lisa had come home from college. He was already deep into the shitstorm his life had become, but they’d all taken a day out to go and have fun. Pretend they were teenagers again.

If he looks closely, Dean imagines he can see the bulge of his baretta under his jacket. He knew for sure Benny was packing that day.

Later that night they’d gone to a friend of a friend’s house party together, where that son of a bitch Tyson Brady hit on Lisa. Dean, drunk and jealous, had laid him out flat before turning on Lisa. He hadn’t hit her, but he’d scared her enough for her to call her parents. The Braedens had arrived at the same time as the cops.

It was the last time he’d seen her.

Claire asked why he’d left, and he’d told her the truth – that he didn’t know Lisa was pregnant when she went back to school, and they hadn’t spoken since. If she knows about the decade he spent in prison, she doesn’t mention it.

She kind of deflated a little bit after that.

They’d moved to his office after he texted Krissy to come back, and to bring coffee and food with her. He’d also asked her to see if she could find Lisa Braeden-Novak’s phone number, so he could call and let her know Claire was safe.

Claire was in the rickety sofa on the other side of his desk, picking at her food with her eyes down, when he asked her, “Why did you come looking for me?”

“Mom died a year ago.” She didn’t look up, but her hands stilled, and she took a deep breath.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

Claire did look up at this, venom on her face and in her tone when she spat, “Don’t say sorry, you didn’t even know her anymore. Did you even love her?”

In Dean’s memory, he saw the three of them – Dean, Lisa, and Benny – the night they’d stolen the keys to the Impala and driven up to the lake to smoke weed and watch the fireworks. It was the year before Dean dropped out of high school, and they’d been inseparable. Everyone knew if you found one of them, the other two wouldn’t be far away.

Before he could answer, though, the phone in the office had rung and Krissy had shouted through the door, “Hey, boss! You’d better take this!”

Claire rolled her eyes. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Hello, Dean Winchester of Singer & Winchester Autos speaking.”

He didn’t recognise the voice on the other end of the line, but it was cold fury dragged over gravel. “Hello Dean, my name is Castiel Novak. I would like to speak to my daughter.”

Dean put Castiel – who he figured must be the “Novak” of “Braeden-Novak” – on speaker phone so Claire could tell him herself that she was safe and sound. The last thing Dean needed was attention from the cops and if this guy called them and said he’d kidnapped his daughter, with Dean’s record he’d be swatted in a heartbeat.

Castiel had wanted to drive up to Sioux Falls that afternoon, but Claire snippily reminded him “how, Asstiel? That junker you call a car is broken”, which admittedly intrigued the mechanic in Dean, and offered to catch the bus home by herself.

Both Dean and Castiel objected to her finding her own way home. There was an obvious solution, but Dean wasn’t sure if he should be the one to bring it up first. He was treading water here, hoping he didn’t get pulled under.

In the end it was Krissy who brought it up, poking her head around the corner of the office door and cutting through their conversation, “Dean can take Kansas Barbie home, he’s not due to work tomorrow anyway.”

“I’m sorry, who is this?” Castiel snapped from the speakerphone.

Dean sighed. “Krissy Chambers, meet Castiel Braeden-Novak. Castiel, this is Krissy Chambers. Our… office manager.”

“Mom was a Braeden, he’s a Novak. I’m the Braeden-Novak. And Ben’s a Braeden-Novak, too.”

“I’m not having an unknown person drive my daughter home from god knows where.” Krissy rolled her eyes and went back to the front desk.

“It’s Sioux Falls, dude. It ain’t exactly Alaska,” Dean replied, at the same time as Claire snapped “you didn’t know the truck driver who gave me a ride from Omaha.”

Dean narrowed his eyes at her. “You’re not exactly helping your case here, Hannah Montana.”

“Get some new material, old man, Miley Cyrus is Hannah Montana.”

In the end, Castiel agreed to allowing Dean to drive Claire back to Lawrence, if only to stop her from trying to hitch hike with another truck driver.

Claire stirs when they hit the outskirts of the city, and thank God she does because Dean didn’t want to be the one to wake her up. She starts giving him directions to her house, after giving him shit about his car not having GPS, even though Dean knows the way. He hasn’t been back to Lawrence in over a decade, but not much has changed.

They’re making their way to the nicer side of town than he and Sammy grew up in, the side where Benny and Lisa lived. A couple more turns, and they’ve pulled up in front of Lisa’s parents’ house.

The two-storey white and green trim house hasn’t changed much since they were kids, but the paint is fresh and the garden is neat. There’s an old F150 in the driveway with the hood open, and Dean assumes this is the junker Claire mentioned.

The last time he was here, he was drunk and shouting for Lisa. Her parents called the cops, and they’d arrived in time to see him take a crowbar to the letterbox. He never thought he’d be back.

Claire pulls him out of his memories with a punch to the arm. “Dude! Five-oh!”

There’s a patrol car pulling in behind them, lights flashing. Dean groans, his head dropping back. Police attention is not what he needs.

#supernatural #ao3 author #fanfic #casdean #macamadamia's fanfics #destiel #spn fanfic #ongoing story

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gunchamber · 11 months

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"i'm not going anywhere."

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒' 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 . / * @imundus

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 . same promises , different iterations : SIMILAR OUTCOMES . krissy learned a long time ago that leading with the desperation to hold onto potential EMPTY WORDS would only break off another piece of her in the end . ISOLATION felt safest . no matter how deep down she yearned for someone to just be there . to stick around . isn’t that so SELFISH ? if one were to hear the inner workings in the depths of mind all they would hear is ( PLEASE . PLEASE !! STAY . ) she couldn’t afford the life of another to remain in her company for her sake . why is it that krissy feels like she’s cursed ? heart still beats a little harder , LOUDER when meg recites the oath so many before had fallen short on . a contract of partnership , of LOYALTY , signed with breath of lung & utterance of tongue . it’s the sternness that takes the huntress by surprise the most . how her expression is unchanging , even somewhat cold , but it's the chocolate optics of vessel that told only TRUTH . heavy hope rises from its dead slumber , peeking wary eye out at the demon . ❛ — when others start finding out you’re helping a hunter they’ll come for you . ❜ other demons . ones that are nothing like meg . ❛ but for what it’s worth . . . i want you to stay . ❜

#❛ ic. ask ┊╳ answered ask .#❛ v. 001 ┊╳ a citizen of nowhere (main).#imundus #( imundus. )#/ lol ouchie #/ i am very. unwell.

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 1 year

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Flipped Upside Down https://ift.tt/JqinMfX

Flipped Upside Down https://ift.tt/JqinMfX by thinking-destiel-thoughts (JunShua_Enthusiast) Inspired by captainequestrian (on Tumblr)’s prompt: In the future wherein fallen!cas and dean settle down together and Sam goes back to college; castiel breaks into Sam’s apartment and tells Sam “dean’s on a hunting trip, and hasn’t been home in a few days” aka Cas and Dean get out of the hunting business (mostly). But Dean goes to help Krissy on a case and now he hasn’t been home for a few days Words: 4324, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Krissy Chambers Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: fallen!cas, human!Cas, Cas loses his grace, They get out of hunting, Mostly out of hunting anyway, there’s some blood, Cas gets hurt but he’s fine, Dean gets upset that he’s hurt though via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/HJmBQNW January 28, 2023 at 02:51PM

#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

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thorsthot · 4 years

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Ooooh you witchcraft?! How did you get started? I’ve been doing a lil research but there’s so much to take in. I’m like real into herbs n shit

i’ve been practicing since i was in the 7th grade! i’ve always been the learning type, especially if it’s the occult. so i’d search various sites (+ tumblr/twitter) for information on the practice, and i still do!

i mostly started off with candle magic, since that was the easiest/most convenient for me. especially since my parents/family didn’t know. i also incorporated different dieties (mostly greek and egyptian) into my prayers/rituals/spells etc etc. then in high school i started with tarot, astrology, crystals, and other things.

start slow, then really get into it and add different ideas. it’s a lot to take in and i recommend writing down the things you learn! dont steal ideas/rituals/etc from smaller/indigenous/etc practices though

#krissy-fallen #tiy talks: divination

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softlyspector · 6 years

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Half of me follows you for your soft beautiful fics and the other half is thoroughly entertained by your interactions with Tanya.

Tanya is my soft beautiful fic. (Bc she’s a dream)

#bec answers #krissy-fallen

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yokoyas · 3 years

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i think it’s time to revisit my good spn au i think kelly is resurrected and becomes hunting partners with mary while their sons are busy being part of the world’s weirdest “normal” family unit and rowena joins them sometimes and it becomes like tfw except it’s team unhinged milf

#my reasoning for this is kelly is insane and i think she’d make a great hunter #beth ragewatches spn #personal ramblings #aforementioned family unit is a fallen angel (bitch) a former hunter (bitch) and the most powerful being in the universe (baby boy)#other thoughts about this au #dean is still suffering from Man Disease but in the fun dad way where his toxic masculinity only hurts him #like he won’t wear pink and he thinks he’s good at building stuff but he’s not #but on the other hand neither jack nor cas has a single manly hobby and dean is so supportive regardless #also no hunter bar dean owns a bookstore/cafe combo bc i am obsessed with bookstore/cafe combos #a bunch of the younger hunters work there like krissy and maggie #also meg ofc. she’s there to terrorize dean and be jack’s fun gay aunt

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impulsivcmoon · 4 years

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#The evolution of game making is absolutely wild I’ve never been so #blown away with technological advances when you look at #how hard programmers go on these games it just makes you sit there #in awe of what people are actually able to create like #fuck have you seen the visuals in horizon zero dawn god of war red dead redemption fallen order????#And literally so many more I can’t wait until I’m able to be apart of making a game holy fuck #im geeking out #i should make a gaming acct #krissy rambles #OMG FUCKING EDIT:#BECAUSE I FORGOT THE BEST GAME THERE IS #MY CHILDHOOD #THEN CAME OUT YEARS LATER WITH A FUCKING BAMGER #ZELDA #MY ONE TRUE LOVE #BABY IM SO SORRY I DISRESPECTED YOU LIKE THIS #botw i shed tears

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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years

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To Be Wanted - Part 5: Oh What a Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Plus Size!Reader

Summary: All your life you have wanted to be loved by someone. But when you don’t look like most “beautiful” women, you learn to stop wanting. You’d never expect someone like the amazing, kind, beautiful Bucky Barnes would desire someone like you.

WC: 3.7k

A/N: ........I’m sorry

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

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Text Message: Eli and Y/n

E:This is really fucked up, Y/n

Why won’t you talk to me? After everything we’ve been through?

You’re just gonna drop me like this?

At least show me some respect and fucking answer one message.

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“Ugh, I can’t wear this shirt. It shows off my stomach and I feel so fat.” Krissie pokes at her rock-hard abs peering through the white sequined crop top.

“Kris, you look amazing,” you reply, trying not to throttle her. “I literally do not know what you’re talking about.” You glance over at yourself in the full-length mirror in Krissie’s room and quickly look away, trying not to focus on how you look.

You had spent the rest of Thursday night and Friday afternoon digging through your closet to find the perfect outfit. Usually finding something to wear for a night out was already a miserable experience, but knowing that Bucky would be there, you felt even more anxious about looking as good as you could.

So, you pulled out the big guns and went for your best outfit. The one you only wore for the most special occasions.

Like, for instance, to try and impress a drop-dead gorgeous super soldier.

It’s a royal blue jumpsuit made out of crushed velvet. The top has short sleeves and a neckline that makes it look like you actually have cleavage (bless), and the bottom-half billows down at the calf, giving it the illusion of being a dress while also preventing chafing (again, bless). The mid-section is the part you were always most self-conscious about because it’s tight enough to show everyone what you have going on in that area, but also keeps everything held together in a way that doesn’t make you look pregnant like some other outfits did. You paired it with sparkly wedge-heels and simple jewelry, rocking some winged-eyeliner and a deep berry-red lipstick.

Wearing this outfit, you look good. You feel good.

But still, nothing can compete with your beautiful, petite, blonde best friend, who could wear a trash bag and still look amazing.

Everything about you is amazing. Bucky’s words from last night interrupt your regularly scheduled programming of internal self-loathing, and you smile to yourself.

There’s still a part of you that believes you had dreamt everything that had happened the night before. Bucky’s arms around you, telling you that he likes spending time with you, even after seeing all of the quirky, nerdy sides of you. And the way that he looked at you, like you were something to be treasured. Stephanie had been right, there’s something between the two of you that feels undeniably magnetic.

Is there a chance that things with Bucky are different? That he feels things stronger than friendship? You had tried your best to ignore those feelings yourself, but there’s no ignoring it now. You’ve fallen for Bucky big time, but if he only wants to be friends you would be okay with it, even though you want something more. So much more, and a rejection from him was going to be difficult to brush past. But he’s a genuinely good person and you aren’t going to throw your friendship away just because he, like everyone else, doesn’t see you that way.

You would work through it, because he’s worth it.

“How about this dress? Is it too much?” Krissie steps out of her closet in a gorgeous hot-pink bodycon sleeveless dress and nude heels. She looks like a real-life Barbie Doll.

“No,” you respond smiling, “You look freaking stunning, girl. I think we have a winner.”

Krissie looks at herself in the mirror and nods, smiling back at you. “I think you’re right.”

Krissie’s phone buzzes on her bed and she walks over to look at it. “Oh, shit,” she says, “That’s Elena. Her and Chris are heading to the subway now so we better get going. Are you ready?”

You look at yourself one last time in the mirror and force a smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Y/n, you look totally gorgeous!” Krissie says, standing next to you and resting her head on your shoulder. She opens up the camera on her phone and holds it in front of the two of you. “Let’s take some selfies super quickly and then head out.” You smile at the camera as she snaps a few photos. You hope they don’t look too bad and that your eyes are open.

You pull out your phone and shoot a quick text to Bucky.

Hey! We are heading to the subway and should get to Astro’s in like 20. See you then!

Text bubbles pop up immediately and Bucky responds.

See you soon :)

“Um, what is that smile all about?” Krissie asks.

You jump and look at her, instinctively turning the screen away from her. “Nothing! I invited a friend to join us so I was just texting him to let him know we were leaving.”

“Him? It’s a guy?!”

“A friend, Krissie. We met the other day and he’s….relatively new to the area and is looking to make more friends. I figured it would be nice to invite him out tonight. Hope that’s okay!”

“Is he cute?”

Your heart stops, and you force a smile. “He’s okay.” You love Krissie very much, but the memory of her spilling all the dirty details of her hookup with Eli and the pain that caused you makes you nervous to give any information on Bucky. And how ridiculously cute he is. Too cute to be attracted to someone like you. But Krissie? Krissie’s definitely more in Bucky’s wheelhouse.

“Well, I guess I’ll be the judge of that when I see him,” she winks at you and your stomach drops to the floor. “I hope his favorite color is pink.”

You laugh weakly. “Shall we get going?”

Krissie grabs her clutch and the two of you head to the subway. There, you find Elena and her boyfriend, Chris. At the next stop, your other friends, Nick, Olivia, and Shelby hop on and you all hug and greet one another.

Finally, you get off the subway and head down the five blocks to Astro’s. It’s a club that was the group’s favorite spot to hit up when you were in college. Cheap drinks, fun flashy lights, decent music and a cramped dancefloor that made it so that everyone was dancing on top of one another. You always went to be a good sport and sometimes had fun when it was a girl’s night out and no boys, but on nights when the girls were looking for a hookup, you ended up abandoned at the bar while they danced with their chosen partners for the evening.

This is probably the most excited you’ve been to go to Astro’s, and the reason for that is standing just ahead of you.

Bucky Barnes is currently looking down at his phone which gives you a moment to openly gape at how freaking good he looks. He’s wearing a black-long sleeve shirt that is just slightly too tight and shows off every muscle on his ripped body. You steal a glance at his butt which looks excellent in his black skinny jeans. Your brain’s having a hard time processing how incredible someone can look in what would be considered a very simple outfit. But nothing about Bucky is simple. Everything about him is, well, incredible.

His left hand is buried in his pocket, and you wonder if he’s wearing his glove or not.

“Who is that?” Krissie says to you, eyebrows raised and you wince. Here we go, you think.

Clearly Krissie isn’t quiet enough when she says that because Bucky immediately looks up in your direction and his eyes find you.

No one else would be able to notice it, but you catch Bucky’s mouth falling open ever so slightly.

Wow, Bucky thinks to himself.

In fact, it’s the only thing he can think for a moment looking at you. How can it not?

You look absolutely and overwhelmingly beautiful.

That shade of blue against your skin is breathtaking. The way it shapes your body is a whole other thing that gets Bucky to think of other things that makes his face feel warm. He wants to feel that velvet, feel you.

But the part of you that Bucky finds himself most drawn to are your lips. How amazing they look in that color. How perfect they look when you smile upon seeing him.

He finds himself wondering what they might taste like.

You furrow your brows at him in confusion and he realizes he has been staring in silence for a little too long. He blinks rapidly a couple of times to break himself out of the spell you put him in and smiles at you as you walk toward him.

“Hey, Buck,” you say, almost dreamily. Your eyes are glued to his.

“Hey, Y/n.”

“You look good.”

Bucky chuckles, looking you up and down. “You look,” he says softly, “....amazing.”

Your eyes widen and you blush, giving him a gentle shove to his left arm. “Bucky,” you say sheepishly.

Bucky’s smile widens. “Just being honest, doll.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met before,” a small blonde woman in a tiny pink dress walks up next to Y/n and smiles at Bucky. She extends her hand out to him. “I’m Krissie.”

Bucky catches your smile drop the tiniest bit, then takes Krissie’s hand and shakes it. “I’m Bucky,” he says.

“Bucky,” Krissie says. “Well, Bucky, I’m so glad you came out tonight for my birthday. You’re Y/n’s friend, right?”

Bucky looks back to you and only nods, unwilling to verbally accept that the two of you are just friends. “Thanks for letting me crash your plans for tonight. I appreciate it.”

“Oh, you can crash anytime,” Krissie says with a wink and you feel like your heart is about to rip open. You’ve known Krissie long enough to notice when she’s on the hunt for a new hookup, and Bucky has just become her number one target for the evening. She gives you a quick side hug and heads inside with the group. “Make sure to save me a dance, Bucky.” Bucky gives her a small smile and turns back to you.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

“You okay?” Bucky asks.

You force yourself to keep your smile plastered to your face. “Yep! Totally fine. I mean, still not jazzed about spending the night in a stuffy room with drinks that taste as cheap as they cost, but I’m sure we’ll have fun.” Your smile falls as you give Bucky a more serious look. “How are you feeling?” you ask. “Are you anxious at all about being in such a loud, crowded place?”

The two of you have hardly spoken about Bucky’s past, but you knew some things about him being a POW and what he went through with Hydra. PTSD caused a wide variety of struggles, especially when it came to environments like this where every single stimuli was activated at once.

Bucky just shrugs. “A little,” he says. “But, to be honest, I’m always a little anxious. I actually feel slightly less so knowing that you’ll be there.”

The blush in your cheeks returns and so does your smile.

“You two coming or what?” Krissie yells at the entrance doors, waving at the two you to follow.

You sigh. “You ready?”

Bucky extends his arm out towards the entrance. “Lead the way, doll.”

You walk into the building and immediately feel the temperature rise by about 10 degrees and the place is already crowded with people, most of them getting up-close and personal on the dance floor.

Bucky can still see everything perfectly thanks to his heightened senses, but you have to narrow your eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness and flashing neon lights. You turn to face him and yell (the only way you can communicate in such a loud place) to ask if he wants to get a drink. He nods, and the two of you make your way to the bar.

One of the very few nice things about Astro’s is that very little has changed since you all started going there years back, including the staff. Since it’s Friday, your favorite bartender is working tonight. She gives you a big smile when she catches sight of you.

“Y/n!” She yells. “You look hot as hell, girl!”

You smile. “Thanks, Rhonda. How’s it going?”

“Oh, you know, same shit.” She raises her eyebrows over at Bucky. “Who’s your friend?”

“This is Bucky. Bucky, meet Rhonda, the only one in this place who knows how to make a decent drink.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” Bucky says politely.

“Ma’am,” Rhonda cackles. “I like you, buddy.” She looks back and forth between the two of you and winks. “How about a round of shots for such excellent manners?”

You look at Bucky and raise your eyebrows. “I’m down if you are.”

“As if I could turn down a free drink,” Bucky says smiling.

Rhonda has two tequila shots in front of you before you can even turn to accept the offer and is already headed down the bar to get Krissie and your friends settled with drinks.

Bucky pulls his left hand out of his pocket for the first time so that he can grab both drinks and hands one to you, revealing his gloveless metal hand. You smile.

“Day two of no glove, Buck? I’m loving the confidence.”

Bucky looks at his metal hand and smiles back up at you. “Like I said, doll, you make me less anxious about a lot of things.”

Your smile widens and you raise your glass. “Cheers to that, then.”

“Cheers to you,” Bucky says back.

The shot trailing down your throat isn’t the only cause of the warmth spreading through your chest.

You try your best not to make a face at the biting taste of tequila and fail miserably, shuddering as you squish your face in reaction to the bitterness of it.

Bucky laughs. “You really know how to handle your alcohol, sweetheart.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Sweetheart?”

Bucky frowns. “Too much?”

“No,” you respond quickly. Probably too quickly. “I mean, I don’t mind.”

The smile returns on Bucky’s face. “Good.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Rhonda says, causing both you and Bucky to share the same sheepish gaze, taking a pause from ogling at one another, “What else can I get ya?”

You order your regular, gin and tonic, and Bucky gets a beer. He pulls out a 20 and hands it to Rhonda before you can even pull out your wallet. You try to fight him on it but then he winks at you and your brain becomes mush.

The two of you make your way over to the group, where Krissie is handing out shots to everyone. She walks over to you and Bucky and hands one to each of you. This time, Bucky does decline, saying something about how he rode his bike here and doesn’t want to go too crazy. To that, Krissie looks him dead in the eyes and shoots back his shot, not breaking eye contact as she licks the salt on her hand.

Bucky’s eyes widen and you grimace. The rest of the group cheers to Krissie, wishing her a happy birthday and takes their shots. You happily take the second shot so soon after your first, trying to quiet your brain that is currently spiraling thinking about the way Krissie was looking at Bucky.

Suddenly, your phone buzzes and you look down at it. It’s Eli, again.

Hey baby, you free tonight? I just wanna talk.

“Who’s that?” Krissie asks, trying to look at your phone. You lock your screen quickly so she can’t see anything.

You didn’t realize that Bucky had read it from the corner of his eye and was quietly panicking.

You grimace. “Eli.”

“Ohhhh Eli! How is he? You should invite him out!”

“Um, I think he’s busy tonight. Plus he and I don’t really talk much anymore.”

“Why not? You two were, like, best friends.”

You look at Bucky, who is pretending to be too busy staring ahead in the distance to care about what you and Krissie are discussing.

“Things change, Kris. Eli isn’t who I thought he was. Plus, he doesn’t need me now that he has Cassie.”

Krissie raises her eyebrows at you. “Y/n, you know he and Cassie broke up, right?”

You blink.

You blink again.

“What?”

Krissie nods. “Yeah, I guess everything was different when she returned from The Blip. He dumped her last week. She’s devastated.

All of the blood drains from your body. Bucky thinks you look like you’re about to pass out and almost puts his hand at the small of your back to keep you steady, but refrains from doing so.

Finally, you shake your head and laugh. “What an asshole,” you mutter so that no one can hear it. Well, other than Bucky.

“What?” Krissie asks.

“Nothing,” you say more loudly. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”

Krissie nods. You look to Bucky to find him gazing at you with concern in his eyes, and smile to try to ease his worry. You hand him your drink and head over to the bathroom.

First, though, you sneak to the back corner of the bar and ask Rhonda for another shot.

She gives you a look. “Bad night, babe?”

“You have no idea.”

She laughs. “Hopefully this will help. Usually it doesn’t, but I still hope it does.”

“Thanks, Rhonda.” You give her a weak smile before walking into the bathroom.

Bucky watches you leave for the bathroom for as long as he can until you disappear into a corner and he immediately becomes anxious.

Relax, Bucky, she is a grown adult who can handle herself.

Still, he doesn’t like the idea of you being alone in a place like this. Especially after seeing the way your demeanor changed once Krissie told you about this Eli guy. The same guy that had texted you last night.

Krissie places her hand on Bucky’s arm and he flinches slightly.

“Come on, Bucky,” she says, smiling at him in a way that makes him uncomfortable. “Let’s dance.” She pulls on his arm to lead him to the dance floor.

Bucky stands firm in his spot and looks back to where he last saw you. “Why don’t you go and I’ll wait for Y/n to get back.”

Krissie pouts. “Come onnn, Bucky,” she whines. “Y/n will be back, in like, a second. She knows this place and will be able to find us.” She grabs his hand and pulls harder. “Plus, it’s my birthday. You can’t say no to me.” She winks at him.

Bucky frowns, looking back one last time at the bathroom and then letting his body loosen up, stepping behind Krissie as she drags him over to dance.

It was a terrible mistake.

She’s on top of him in an instant, trying to grind her body on his and getting as much of her to touch as much of him as possible. Bucky keeps attempting to back away to put some distance between the two of them, but Krissie just keeps moving closer. He feels the urge to push her away with enough force for her to get the message without being rough, but he doesn’t want to be rude to your friend. He looks back over to the bathrooms, anxiously waiting for you to get back and rescue him.

The bathrooms here are as disgusting as you could imagine for a run down club such as this one. The smell is awful, every inch has been written or drawn on with marker, and each stall looks like it hasn’t been cleaned...ever.

You walk up to one of the sinks and lean your hands on either side of the porcelain, looking up and stare at yourself in the mirror just above.

You had expected yourself to feel some mixture of sadness and relief hearing the news about Eli and Cassie. Sad that her heart was broken and that they couldn't work it out. Relieved and possibly excited at the idea of Eli no longer being taken?

But no. Instead, all you feel is rage.

Rage that Eli put you through everything that he did, even though it apparently wasn’t what he wanted. That he had thrown away everything that the two of you had shared, just to be with someone he didn't actually want to be with. He had broken your heart in a million pieces just so he could break someone else’s.

Then, once the rage subsides, you do end up surprisingly feeling a sense of relief. Relief that you got out of that situation. That Eli was the one to end it. Because if he hadn’t, you probably would have still been with him.

Meaning he would have been here tonight instead of Bucky.

So even though the years of pain and heartache you experience after Eli left you broken were awful and at times unbearable, you were grateful that it had brought you to this moment. That it led you down a path that included Bucky.

You think back to the way he looked at you tonight outside Astro’s. You had never felt more beautiful in that moment. Eli had never looked at you like that.

Eli looked at you like you were the only girl in the room because you were the only one in the room. Bucky looked at you as if you were the only one he wanted to keeps his eyes on for the rest of his life.

Bucky wanted you.

You understand that now.

Smiling to yourself, you quickly wash your hands (because even touching just the sink in this place was disgusting), and run back out, eyes roaming the club for Bucky.

You stop short when you get to the edge of the dancefloor and your smile disappears.

Because your eyes finally land on Bucky, right as Krissie leans in to take his mouth into hers.

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lucasbarr · 2 years

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Ok so I was thing about Sam and his blurry wife and I kinda got excited about Dean Jr? Im shocked myself…here are just some ramble-y thoughts about it!

Feat: History repeating itself, a bit of OOCness thanks to the after affect of Chuck’s control, and grizzled hunter Eileen!

I am dubbing this the Blurryverse!

The Story

At the end of the story, Sam closes up the bunker and tries to put hunting behind him. He settles down with Blurry WifeTM and lives in the suburbs (probably in like Palo Alto or Pleasanton? OH if he lives in Palo Alto he could be haunted by THEE ghost of one Jessica Lee Moore!)

Sam, Blurry WifeTM, and fam are not officially haunted by the ghost of Jessica Moore… Just because I’m a horrible person and I think it’s funny, Blurry WifeTM is killed by a demon when Dean Jr is four, his little sister Jody Charlie is two, and his youngest sister Mary Jessica is six months.

Sam makes an Azazel-type deal to resurrect Dean and Blurry WifeTM pays the price.

Dean Sr obviously thinks that Sam has lost his mind to make a demon deal to resurrect him. Especially if the price was a demon feeding his child demon blood. The fact that his wife died in the process makes Dean think Sam has gone off the deep end. Sam obviously doesn’t think so and is happy to have his brother back nonetheless.

Dean begins to worry that Sam is going to raise his children like their father, this is the last thing Dean wants for those kids. They’re so young and Dean is worried they’ll end up like him. He feels pity for his brother, now a widow, having to raise 4-year-old Dean, two-year-old Jody Charlie, and six-month-old Mary.

Though this pity fades the more Dean learns how his resurrection came to be.

While Sam was mooing about and living suburbia, he and Ash manage to crack the code for people to escape Heaven. Sam was making demon deals while Dean and Ash were helping people take the express path down to Earth. Dean helps Ash, knowing how to get down there, when suddenly he’s waking up in his own body somewhere in…the suburbs of California?

Things are a bit weird between Sam and Dean with Sam being a bit dogey about the details of his resurrection. He also doesn’t seem the least bit interested to hear about all the people that were resurrected — including Jo, Charlie, and Kevin! He is a bit disturbed and saddened to learn about Jess though. Especially when he learns that Sam hasn’t put her out of her misery yet…that he’s just been holding onto her ghost.

When Dean finds out that Sam allowed a demon to infect his six-month-old daughter Mary Jr, he leaves (with the keys to the Bunker). He’s disgusted with how far his little brother has fallen. He goes to find those friends of theirs that were resurrected and runs into Eileen, the Banes Twins (of whom, Alicia has been restored to a human by Jack) and Krissy and her friends).

Ellen reopens the roadhouse with the help of Bobby, Rufus, and Eileen. It’s a hit with hunters, as is the Bunker. With Bobby’s house in ruins, he takes up residence at the Bunker. Rufus, Charlie, Dean, Eileen, and a bunch of other hunters rotate through its numerous rooms. While there, the gang help Dean to rescue Cas and a few other angels from the Empty.

So yeah, history repeats itself with Sam raising his children the way he was raised.

Instead of staying in motels all the time, however, Sam’s kids spend a lot of time at their Uncle Dean and Castiel’s place, like how Sam and Dean spent time at Bobby’s. They also end up staying at Jody’s, Bobby’s, or Claire and Kaia’s places as well. Basically anyone who knows Sam will take these kids in while he goes on his never ending hunt for the thing that killed his wife.

Though it’s less about his wife and more about running from his responsibilities…

Sam’s kids have a much healthier relationship with their family and hunting than Sam and Dean did. They know they have a living family and they will never have to know the hardships (well some of them) that Sam and Dean did growing up. They have a semi-stable education (sans the moving), presents on birthdays, and all of them will end up graduating.

The only thing that’s different is that Sam gets back together with Eileen when DJ is 8, JC is 6, and MJ is 4. She didn’t marry anyone and eventually bought the reinvented Roadhouse from Ellen when she decided to retire. She is popular with the other hunters and is quite a fan of Ellen’s.

Eileen becomes a mother-figure to Sam’s kids. DJ is in-different to her at first, not really wanting a mother. Jody and Mary are much more receptive to her and she loved doting on them. They learn ASL from here and learn how to have some more stability in their lives. Sam eventually enters a relationship with Eileen again and they settle down.

Things are good until Sam and Eileen go missing when DJ is in his last year of college.

Dean Jr has left hunting in the rear view, just like his father before him. He’s cut all contact with his father, his uncles, and his step-mother. He barely talks to his you younger sisters and that’s only because he still loves them — despite the fact they’re both hunters. Everything seems to be going fine until Jody Jr shows up and delivers Dean’s namesake’s famous line.

History doesn’t repeat itself but it surely does rhyme…

Though unlike Sam, DJ’s hunt is truly one and done. He goes on the hunt and catches the bad guy but unlike his namesake, he puts himself first. He gets back to school, makes his own graduate school interview and graduates, leaving hunting in the rear view.

He leaves it up to Jody Jr and Mary Jr to find their parents and discover what’s truly going on.

Dean John “DJ” Winchester

I do like the name Dean John Winchester so that’s what I’m dubbing him. Except he hates his name! Dean Jr insists on going by DJ and only DJ. Because of Sam’s whole complex with Dean at the end of the story I’m thinking in this post-canon universe he projects hard into DJ, trying to rekindle what he had with his older brother. Despite this, he adores his Uncle Dean.

Dean Sr is the only that DJ let’s call him by his first name.

In this regard, I think Dean Jr is a lot like his father was as at his age, rebellious and snarky. Though his younger sisters would describe him more along the lines of being arrogant and stubborn. He is often the exasperated voice of reason when it comes to his relationship with his father and siblings.

DJ argues with his father constantly whenever they are together. His father became fixated on vengeance after his Uncle’s death but still held out hope he could get him back. When he did, things got better but Sam was never quite right. He always kept looking for the next monster to burry his troubles in. DJ just wanted a happy family, like he had in his childhood.

His problems with authority aren’t limited to his father. DJ is extremely smart and very knowledgeable about technology. Because this his intellect, DJ wants to go into cyber security. Although, he has a habit hacking websites to take down corrupt individuals and organizations for fun. That being said, DJ can be quite kind and empathetic, when it comes to anyone other than his father.

He values his family's safety over anything else. DJ and Jody Jr bond over their love of gaming and tv shows. DJ also has a taste for electro-pop and left politics. He and Eileen share a love of languages and knife collecting.

DJ is also agnostic despite his ‘older brother’ being God. He is skeptical with regard to the ‘good aspects of religion’, knowing how that worked out for his family. Unlike his namesake, DJ is not good with kids. While he knows how to handle his siblings, he doesn’t much care for other people’s kids. He is also quite intelligent and of Sam’s kids, prefers to research over actively hunting. He also dabbles in witchcraft and has learned a lot from his Aunt Rowena.

Jody Charlie “JC” Winchester

Jody is unapologetically and authentically herself. An out and proud lesbian, Jody is very outspoken about LGBTQ+ rights. She also quite brave and a self-confident young woman. She’s a practicing witch and the protégée of her Aunt Rowena.

Jody Jr is openly flirtatious yet she very often avoids emotional intimacy. In her relationships, JC seeks to conceal much about herself. She puts up a laid-back and well-disposed persona, playing off her want for affection and validation. She often covers for this with crude humor, pop culture references, and her use of Internet slang. She developed a light-hearted demeanor that belied how ruthless she could be.

Jody often feigns a warm and sweet disposition towards others in order to manipulate them and gain their trust. Growing up, many prior thought she was somewhat timid and could be easily intimidated. She used this image to her advantage to get what she wants. She takes great pride in her deceit and devious nature.

JC has witty, sarcastic sense of humor that she used to tease and banter with others. She tries to act nonchalant even under tense conditions, such as the threat of death. Despite this, she had a tendency to make light of tense situations.

She has a fondness for classic horror films and westerns. JC also enjoys uncomplicated things in life, such as good food and television. She also often relies on magic for basically everything, often to her detriment. Despite putting on a tough exterior, Jody Jr is barely keeping it together on a good day.

Mary Jessica “MJ” Winchester

Mary Jr, or MJ, is the baby of the group and the most unpredictable. Born a psychic, Mary possessed many of her father’s powers and mental fortitude. However, unlike her siblings, MJ is cheerful and energetic. She likes to look on the bright side and is a happy-go-lucky girl.

She strives to make friends with her fellow hunters and everyone she meets. MJ is kind-hearted girl who always supports her siblings endeavors. bonds. She is very carefree and tends to slack off on hunts.

MJ has a very strong sense of perseverance and is very determined. Though this leads to her being quite reckless and she is often getting herself into messes that her siblings have to fix. Despite this her positive, can-do attitude tends to rub off on those around her.

Due to her usual positive nature, however, she tends to hide her more sensitive side, and tries hard to not cry when she is frustrated, as she feels it would drag down others' morale if they were to see her sad. MJ is also an avid fan of podcasts, particularly those on cold cases and unsolved murders. She and her dad been me over their love of these.

#supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #blurryverse #jessica moore #eileen leahy #saileen #destiel #somehow I would love to resurrect Emma in this fic #Ghost Jess WILL get to go to heaven I promise #all your faves will be alive and happy and living their best lives #I’m debating if Jack gives up his powers at some point and splits from Amara and makes her god #or he stays god and splits from Amara who stays the darkness and like helps him co-rule ?#idk #I think I wanna write after I graduate soon 😂 since no one wants to hire me

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justfrozenthings · 3 years

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I Have Loved You Since Forever

Pairing: Anna/Kristoff

Rating: T (just to be safe)

Word: 2,641

Notes: This was just an idea that popped into my head so I figured I would write it because why not. Sorry for any grammar mistakes I have made because I know for a fact that there are some.

Summary: Church bells tolled for a wedding Kristoff has been dreading ever since he received the invitation in the mail.

He sat on a bench in the park absentmindedly running his fingers through Sven’s soft silky fur; the exact bench where he and a particular redhead would meet up to vent about all their troubles and get them off their chests. He remembered the many nights she had called, asking him to meet her at their place so that he could hold her as she cried. Sure, it usually meant getting out of bed at some ungodly hour, but damn he would do it for all eternity if it meant he could bring a smile to her beautiful freckled face. This time, however, instead of his ears being met with the heavenly sounds of her laugh; they were met with the sound of bells from the church nearby, sounding like death tolls with every breath that racked his body.

There was a wedding being held today; one that he had been dreading ever since he received the white envelope decorated with intricate golden scrolls.

Today was the wedding of Anna Arendelle, his best friend and love of his life. Yeah, you heard it right, he, Kristoff Bjorgman, was deeply and utterly in love with his childhood best friend. The friend he had told that he was unable to make it to her wedding during one of their daily park bench meetings. He could still hear the pain of her voice in his head.

“And why not?” Anna said sternly, trying to hold back the swell of tears in her eyes. He hated that he was the cause of them. “Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“Anna you know I do but-”

“Then come. Please Kristoff,” she croaked. “It wouldn’t be the same without you there.”

He stared down at his feet before he gave a deep sigh and stared back into her beautiful blue orbs again. She was wearing the pink beanie that he had gotten her one year for Christmas, and the matching scarf that came with it. Her button nose tinged with a light hue of red from the chilly autumn breeze that spread to her cheeks, her freckles looking like little stars twinkling in the night sky. “I’m sorry Anna, but I can’t.” And before she could say anything else he got up from his spot on the bench and left.

He couldn’t bear to hear her sobs as he walked away and he wanted so much to turn back around and tell her he was sorry and that he loved her and that he would do anything to never make her cry like that again. But he couldn’t, because he didn’t want her to see the tears that had formed in his own eyes.

Kristoff hadn’t noticed, but those same tears that had formed in his eyes the night before came back to visit him. He blindly wiped them away with the sleeve of his old high school hoodie; the purple letters were faded out and hard to read. He had told her he couldn’t make it to save his own heart, but he ended up breaking hers in the process.

Unable to last another minute on the bench any longer, he got up and whistled for Sven; who, at some point during his flashback, had trotted over to chase the frogs in the creek. He shoved his hands in his front pockets and walked with a slight hunch in his back from all the grief he was holding in as leaves of reds, oranges, and yellows danced and swirled around him. He needed to find solace, and there was only one other place he could do that.

Bulda’s was the local cafe owned and run by Kristoff’s adoptive mother Bulda and was another place he and Anna often found themselves visiting. At the beginning of their friendship, Kristoff was too afraid to tell Anna that he had been adopted because he was worried that she would judge him. Anna was his only friend at the time, besides Sven, still is in fact, and he didn’t want to lose that friendship with her. She eventually found out through some people at school, though this wasn’t until they were seniors in high school, and when she had asked him about it he figured that there was no reason hiding it. As he readied himself to lose the only human friend he had ever had, Anna placed her hands on his and told him that there was nothing wrong with that. It was at that moment when he realized that he had fallen hard for the feisty redhead sitting next to him.

Kristoff had smiled back at the memory; if only he had told her his feelings then maybe he wouldn’t be here wallowing in his own self-pity.

Maybe coming here was a bad idea, he told himself mentally. But before he could leave, Bulda attacked him with a big bear hug.

“Hi Krissy!,” Bulda exclaimed as she planted dozens of little kisses on his face.

He returned the hug causing him to smile only a little bit. It seemed no matter how dire or sorrowful the situation was, his mother always put a smile on his face. “Hey Ma’.”

Beulda unwound herself from her son’s embrace, “The usual I’m guessing?”

“You got it.” He tried putting on the happiest tone he could muster, but it was no use. He knew she could see right through.

“Okay,” Bulda said, eyeing him cautiously. “I’ll be back in a jiff.”

Not even five minutes later, Bulda had returned with a large slice of her famous Chocolate Eruption cake and a cup of hot cocoa with whip cream, chocolate drizzle, and chocolate shavings. It didn’t take long for Kristoff to notice that Bulda had only brought one fork. Usually, there were two, one for him and one for Anna. He had never been too much of a chocolate fanatic. He liked it just fine, but he’d choose something like vanilla over it any day. At least that had been true, he had realized before he met Anna. No matter what, he was always amazed by the amount of chocolate that such a small person could consume. It was impressive really, he wasn’t going to lie.

“So,” Bulda sighed as he plopped down in the booth next to him. “What brings ya’ here?”

“Well, I was in the park and decided to grab a bite to eat.”

“No,” Bulda shook her head. “What I mean is what are you here instead of at that church trying to stop that wedding?”

Kristoff let out a frustrated sigh and buried his face in the palms of his hands before bringing one of them up to run through his golden locks. “Ma’ I can’t just go crash someone’s wedding just because I have feelings for them.”

“Sure ya’ can. When it’s someone who loves ya’ back that is.” Noticing that her son was still not picking up on what she was saying Bulda continued. “Listen baby, I may be old and crazy but I know true love when I see it. And let me tell ya’ whatever Anna and that Hans guy have ain’t it.”

Annoyed, Kristoff shoved a forkful of cake into his mouth. “What exactly is it that you're trying to say Ma’?”

“I’m saying that Anna loves you and that you have a chance to win her over before it’s too late.” She rested her hand on his shoulder, “I know you love her Kristoff. And Anna loves you. Deny it as much as you like, but it’s the honest truth.”

“What makes you so sure?” he asked, still not buying what his mother was saying.

“Because I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I’ve seen the way she looks at him. It’s not the same. She loves you Kristoff. She just needs help seeing it.” He stared at the cake, deep in thought as he ran his mother’s words through his head over and over. “And plus I’m never wrong,” Bulda winked before giving him a peck on the cheek and leaving to go wait on another table.

He sat there contemplating what his mother told him as he watched cars pass by through the window. He knew it was crazy, but he had to try. If things went wrong? Well, then at least he gave it his best. At least she would know that he loved her.

Quickly glancing at his watch, he sprinted out of the diner ignoring the honking horns and shouts of angry drivers as he made his way to the church. There wasn’t much time left.

Running up the steps of the church two at a time he burst through the two grand wooden doors. He couldn’t hear any music, which was a good thing he thought until he heard the priest prepare the couple for their “I do’s.”

“I object!” Kristoff practically burst through the doors of the nave sprinting past the pews and up to where the young couple stood.

“Kristoff? What are you doing here?” Anna’s brows were furrowed and a look of bewilderment spread across her freckle-painted face.

Kristoff’s chest heaved up and down, his voice labored with heavy breaths that shook his entire body. “I’m sorry Anna. But I can’t let you marry him.” His honey-brown eyes bore into her glittery blue ones, a small twinkling of hope reflecting in them. “Not before I told you.”

“Told me what? Kristoff, what's gotten into you?”

“Anna, there's something I need to tell you. I was too much of a coward to do it before and because of that, I missed my chance. So before you marry Hans I just need to let you know that I love you Anna Arendelle.” Gasps spread throughout the crowd and everyone sat there, mouth agape, including Anna. “If the feelings aren’t mutual then that’s fine. We’ll still be friends and nothing will change. I just had to finally get it off my chest.”

Anna blinked, her shocked expression never left her face. “Kristoff I-”

However, before she could say anything Hans had stepped in between them, he looked at Kristoff like he was some kind of fool. “Gee thanks for stopping by buddy, but unfortunately for you, it was a waste of a trip. Now if you’d please kindly leave so I can marry my fiancée that would be greatly appreciated.” Hans gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“No.”

Hans, who was currently heading back to his place next to Anna, turned on his heel. “What did you say?” Hans’s eyes shooting daggers into his.

“I said no. I’m not leaving unless Anna says so.”

This only seemed to make Hans angrier causing him to fist his hands. However, before he could lay a punch on Kristoff a streak of white ran past him. He was confused at what was going on at first, that was until he turned back to look at Kristoff, the scene before him sending him into total shock.

Anna had run over to Kristoff and had meddled her lips with his. “I love you too Kristoff. Always have.”

Hans shook with anger. In a flash, he grabbed a gun from the inside pocket of his tux and aimed it at Kristoff. Then, as if by some kind of miracle Sven came running in biting Hans on his rear end before he could pull the trigger. He cried out in pain, dropping the gun as he did so.

Everyone was evacuated from the building as soon as the fiasco was over. Fortunately, one of Anna’s friends she had invited worked for the local police station who had called in asking them to send a deputy over with a car so they could bring Hans in for questioning.

Wedding guests stood outside of the church conversing with one another as if nothing had ever happened, waiting to hear from Anna to see what was going to happen now that the wedding was obviously not going to continue.

“So,” Anna said from where her head sat on Kristoff’s shoulder. “Did you really mean it when you said you loved me?” She looked up to gaze at him, his eyes so welcoming and warm.

He placed a kiss upon the crown of her head. “Every word.”

“For how long?”

She smiled up at him and he had fallen in love with her all over again.“Since forever.”

“Me too.” They held each other tighter, relishing in their moment of bliss. “I just can’t believe I was about to marry a complete psycho. I’m just lucky my true prince charming came and saved the day.” Kristoff only responded by stroking her hair, hoping that this would bring her some ease. “Everyone’s still here. What should I tell them? I’d hate to send them back home, I feel like I should give them something.”

Kristoff tried to think of ideas. “Hmm…we could all go to mom’s cafe.” He nuzzled into the soft skin of her neck and a tiny giggle escaped her dainty pink lips.

“I’d love that.”

———

2 Years Later

Church bells rang throughout the town, but this time they made Kristoff’s stomach swell with happiness instead of sorrow.

As he stared at himself in the oak framed cheval mirror straightening his bow tie, he smiled at himself. He’d never been a tuxedo kind of guy, quite frankly he’d never been all that into dressing up in general. For today though, he would put up with it.

While he was excited, he wouldn’t ignore the fact that a tinge of fear had somehow peeked its way through. There was no denying the butterflies in his stomach.

A knock came from the door and Elsa, Anna’s older sister, peeked her head through once she got the “okay” that it was safe to enter. She asked him if he was ready before mussing up his hair a bit from its slicked-back style and adding any last-minute touches to his tux. “She always did say she preferred your hair when it was wild and free.” With that, she gave him a hug and left to go make sure everything was running smoothly.

Glancing at himself in the mirror one more time and letting a nervous breath, he left to go take his place at the altar. Kristoff walked down the aisle, which had been decorated with sunflowers, lace, and cream-colored ribbons, each step feeling heavier with anxiousness and exhilaration. The sun hitting the stained glass windows cast colorful hues on the cherry wood pews filled with family and friends. And as the music began Kristoff felt his heart flutter.

There was a parade of bridesmaids and flower girls. Even Sven got to join in having the very important job of being the ring bearer, carrying both rings tied to a white ribbon around his collar.

Suddenly people stood from their seats and the long exciting wait was finally over. Anna turned the corner, arm in arm with Elsa, her bluebell eyes swelling with tears of happiness. Her wedding gown was simple, nothing too extravagant. Its sleeves were made of lace with intricate flower patterns showing off her creamy freckled arms. The dress reached the end of her knees and buttermilk yellow satin ribbon had been tied around her waist. Sunflowers and baby’s breath had been woven into her ginger locks, the sun’s glow giving it a halo effect. She looked like a redheaded goddess.

She took his hands in hers, promising a vow of everlasting love. They slid their rings on one another’s fingers, thankful for there not being any kind of interruption. It was then, Kristoff realized, that confessing his love to Anna, two years prior, had been the best decision he would ever make in his life. Well, creating a child together from their love, who would be due in nine months time.

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i’ll never let go

based off this song x

They’re a couple hours into the wedding, first dances and father/daughter/son dances giving way to an open dance floor. Dean and Cas are entwined, slowly rocking side to side with their arms wrapped around each other. They had been quietly talking for a few songs, but their soft spoken words had fallen away as they simply basked in their love for one another. Dean hasn’t really been paying attention to anything around him, vaguely aware of other couples dancing around them. He’s pretty sure Sam and Eileen are a few feet away, taking a moment for themselves in between Crowley watching and general chaos control. Dean briefly thinks he should be worried that Crowley will take this opportunity to try for the mic again, but pushes it aside in favor of burying his face in his husbands neck. His husband. The novelty of that phrase makes his breath catch and he’s not quite sure it will ever go away. As he loses himself in their gentle swaying, Dean slowly becomes more aware of his surroundings, just enough to register the song that has begun to play over the speakers. It’s another slow song, but not one he recognizes. He goes to zone out again as the gentle plucking of guitar strings fill his ears, but pauses when he hears the lyrics of the first verse.

I swear to God, when I come home

I'm gonna hold you so close

I swear to God, when I come home, I'll never let go

Like a river, I flow to the ocean I know

You pull me close, guiding me home

Images of every time he’s lost Cas spring unbidden to his mind, causing him to unconsciously tighten his hold on the man in his arms. Briefly he feels a pang in his heart, but it’s quickly replaced by a sense of safety. He knows it’s never going to stop hurting, the memories of Cas leaving him, unwillingly or not. But he knows now that no matter how many times he’s lost Cas, he’ll always come back to him. “Just like a river to the ocean,” he thinks with a smirk as he listens to the singer close out the first verse before launching into the chorus.

And I need you to know that we're

Fallin' so fast, we're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love

And I'm not scared to say those words

With you I'm safe, we're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love

Dean’s breath catches in his throat again. He thinks of every time he wishes he had said something, had told Cas just how much he meant to him. Of every time the words got caught in his throat, like he was forbidden from speaking about how he truly felt. Years of self-hatred, of being told that what he was was wrong and disgusting, that his feelings somehow made him less weighing on him until he felt like he was choking. It wasn’t until the man, the angel, in his arms had told Dean that he loved him, that he loved the whole world because of him, had looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world, that Dean began to believe that maybe this wasn’t wrong. That he wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t until they had fallen through a rift between worlds, their arms wrapped around each other not unlike they were right now, inky blackness releasing it’s grip on Cas as Dean hauled him up to crash their lips together, a near constant stream of i love you’s whispered between kisses, that for the first time Dean truly felt safe enough to let those words fall from his lips.

I swear to God, I can see

Four kids and no sleep

We'll have one on each knee, you and me, hmm

The beginning of the second verse causes a small smile to grow on Dean’s face as he picks his head up from where he had been nuzzling into Cas’ neck and rests his chin on his shoulder. His gaze wanders to the tables dotted along the edges of the dance floor, spotting Jack sitting at one along with Patience, Alex, and Krissy, the four talking animatedly about something or other. He only has a moment to wonder where Claire is before he spots her, the image before him making him soften as tears well in his eyes. A few feet behind Cas, Claire is swaying on the dance floor with Kaia wrapped in her arms, the two dancing almost as close together as he and Cas are. Claire’s eyes are closed and a soft smile graces her lips, but almost as if she can feel him watching her, she opens her eyes to meet his gaze. For a second he thinks she’s going to shy away, try to act like he didn’t catch her with her guard down in a way he’s never seen before. Instead her smile grows just a fraction as she inclines her head to him in acknowledgment. Dean’s smile grows as well as he returns her nod before closing his eyes once again. He remembers the scared and broken young girl he met so many years ago, a girl that reminded him so much of himself. Warmth fills his heart as he thinks of the young woman she’s grown to be, grateful to have even had a fraction of a hand in helping her along the way. They may not have gotten along at first but he’s glad they were able to get past what had happened with the mark. He’s even more glad that Claire had finally been able to forgive Cas. He knows how much Cas cared for her and how much he tried to do right by her, and slowly but surely they had made progress. After watching their father/daughter dance earlier, he knows better than ever that they’ll be alright. Dean also knows that he and Cas will never be able to replace Jimmy and Amelia and that they would never dream of replacing them, but he hopes that wherever Jimmy and Amelia are in heaven that they know that he and Cas tried their best.

Listening to the second chorus, Dean thinks that he’ll have to ask Charlie the name of the song. He had been just a little reluctant to let her have full control over their wedding playlist, but as the singer dips into a final verse before breaking into the bridge, he finds he’s glad they let the redhead pick the music.

I swear to God, every day

He won't take you away

'Cause without you, babe, I lose my way

Oh, I'm in love (I'm in love)

Oh, I'm in love (Fallin' like the stars)

Feeling something nudge the side of his head, Dean picks his head up off Cas’ shoulder and opens his eyes to find Cas already looking at him. The softness of Cas’ gaze and the small uptick of his lips causes Dean’s heart to stutter for a moment as he returns his husband’s look. One of Cas’ arms comes down from where he had them wrapped around Dean’s shoulders, reaching to the small of his back where Dean’s own arms were wrapped around him. Grabbing one of Dean’s hands, he brings it up to his lips and places a small kiss on the knuckles, his eyes never leaving Dean’s. Dean feels his breath catch a third time as he stares at the man in front of him. Slowly leaning forward, he presses his lips to Cas’, feeling more than hearing the sigh that falls from his husband’s lips as they melt into the kiss. As the final chorus ends and the song fades into the next, Dean knows that nothing could or will ever take Cas away from him again. To hell with “Til death do us part”. They could have this, forever.

And I need you to know that we're

Fallin' so fast, we're fallin' like the stars, fallin' in love

And I'm not scared to say those words

With you I'm safe, we're fallin' like the stars, we're fallin' in love

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