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[prosopopeya]

Meet Me Halfway: chapter 2/9

title: meet me halfway pairing: dean/cas rating: E word count: ~38k total; chapter: ~3800 tags: bed sharing, sam is oblivious, bisexual awakening, first times, queer joy (ultimately) posts on sunday

summary:

Dean is so determined to be normal about Cas and what Cas said, so determined for things to get back to normal, that he starts counting his victories. First, he can touch Cas just like he did before--easy. He can comfort him after a nightmare--no problem. He doesn't even think about the fact that Cas is in love with him when Dean's moving around the bunker post-shower, as dressed down as he ever got before, just boxers and his robe closed over them. He's not even worried. Not even thinking twice about what Cas might see. Very natural, very cool; he can be cool about this. It's just that, along with that, he can't stop thinking about the fact that Cas is in love with him. And when they start watching that fucking schmoopy ass show with Jack, Dean can't stop thinking about that kid, Nick, and where his story's going to go. Why does it matter so much to him anyway? --- aka Dean watches Heartstopper, and it fixes him.

chapter preview:

Cas looks up at him, bleary eyed and crumpled under a blanket that's wrapped around his shoulders like a shawl. He looks like he belongs in the trashcan next to him, which is currently full of used tissues. 

"Thank you, Dean," he says, sounding stuffy as shit, and he reaches for the mug, cradles it against his chest, his long fingers reaching around the mug. 

Dean feels his heart squeeze. Undeniably, that's what he feels. He tries to shove it away while he sits down on the couch because now isn't the time, if there even will be a time.

Dean's still watching Cas before his brain hones in on what he's hearing coming from the television, some too-familiar synthy pop bullshit, and he looks up to find Cas watching that fucking show again. 

He points at the screen. "Really? I was gone for like two seconds." 

"It was over ten minutes. And I need a break from House. I feel miserable enough as it is without a show about a misanthrope moping around a hospital." 

"Yeah, I guess you're moping enough for you both," Dean says, his eyes cut to Cas so he can see it when Cas flicks his eyes sideways to glare at him. "It's a good thing angels don't get sick. Or maybe you should've, and you could've spent all your time whining about it instead of starting apocalypses." 

"We might've wound up starting one sooner, to get it over with." He's grousing, grumbling into his tea, but Dean can hear it: he's teasing him back, through his phenomenally good poker face. 

"Why am I not surprised that angels turn out to be the biggest friggin' babies in the universe?" 

Cas makes a small noise of complaint, slips a hand off his mug, and taps his temple. "Headache," he whispers, then presses his finger to his lips. 

Dean's rolling his eyes already, muttering, "Lying son of a bitch," as he settles back against the couch and falls silent.

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[idlyfretting]

sneak peek of part 3 (the final chapter) of he was turned to steel

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Dustin was pretty sure his ankle was going to fall off. He hated to admit it, but Steve had probably been right to keep bugging him about staying off it for a few days. Once he’d gotten the boot for it and was able to leave the crutches behind, he’d been back and forth between Eddie and Max every few hours, only stopping to sleep when one of the older kids forced him to lie down. It was taking every bit of restraint he had to not sit down and prop his foot up on the end of Eddie’s bed. 

He shifted slightly where he stood next to Mr. Munson, putting more weight on his good leg. The older man glanced down at him. “You can sit down if that’s bothering you.”

The empty plastic seat next to Gareth was tempting but Dustin stayed where he was. The pain in his leg wasn’t annoying enough to outweigh the swirling anxiety in his gut. 

He knew he’d messed up back in Max’s room. He was trying to hold onto the anger, but it was turning into shame a whole lot quicker than he wanted. Hopper had said something stupid, but he’d been dead for months (imprisoned? Dustin wasn’t too clear on the details of that yet). It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t around to help this time. Plus he’d looked about two seconds from collapsing ever since he’d limped into Max’s room. And Steve, Nancy, and Robin had explained everything to the newly arrived group, but they’d glazed over a lot of information. 

Everyone needed to get on the same page, and Dustin hadn’t helped by storming off and dragging Mike with him. The other boy didn’t seem to be in any hurry to move away from Eddie though, so it looked like Dustin would be hobbling back alone.

“I actually need to get back.”

Mr. Munson raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t object. Mike looked up at the statement but Dustin waved him off. “It’s fine, just come back in a bit.” 

The hallway was empty when the door shut behind him and he took a moment to just stand there and breathe. Everyone is still alive. That’s what he had to keep telling himself. They were significantly more banged up this time, but everyone was alive. Even Hopper. 

Dustin’s mom had always been one to look on the bright side of things, even when the situation was categorically terrible. He tried to channel that energy now as he walked toward Max’s room. Vecna was gone, hopefully forever. Two of their group were in the hospital but no one was dead, and someone they had thought was dead had actually turned out to be alive the whole time. They’d started off this whole nightmare of a week in three groups separated by thousands of miles, but now they were all in one place. Hawkins was a mess, but the dimensions hadn’t merged and no new gates seemed to have been opened besides the ones they already knew about. 

Not that they had gone looking or anything. Dustin had only left the hospital once, when his mother had shown up and physically dragged him out of the building. He’d complained the whole way home, taken a short shower, and slept for ten hours straight. When he’d woken up, he’d immediately called Steve to come pick him up. 

Everyone else had been the same, too afraid to be separated for longer than necessary, even if they were technically safe at the moment. 

Raised voices down the hall interrupted his thoughts. They were coming from around the corner at the end of the hallway. Dustin crept forward slowly, passing Max’s room and stopping just past the last door. 

“I don’t care about your policies. And neither do you if you’re going to pick and choose which ones to follow apparently. This is bullshit–Let go of him!”

That was Robin. 

Dustin peeked around the corner and couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp. Robin and Steve were surrounded by at least four police officers. Robin was being held back by one, all but yelling in the face of who Dustin recognized as the chief. Steve was being cuffed by another, body facing away from Dustin.

Steve.

Who’d apparently beaten the absolute shit out of the guys who came looking for Eddie tonight. 

[kurtstinypurse]

When the Night is Over

Starting college was the perfect opportunity for Blaine to spread his wings and begin embracing himself, even the part of him that once got him beaten within an inch of his life, leaving him with seemingly unstoppable nightmares. But what started out as a desperate lie to get someone off Blaine's back quickly turned into a whole lot more - good thing his new friend Rachel was willing to volunteer her boyfriend Kurt to help him out.

At least, Blaine assumed Kurt was her boyfriend.

COMPLETE! college!klaine! fake dating! oblivious blaine! angst, fluff, humor!

8 chapters, 33k words

thank you to aly @spookyklaine for the beautiful cover art! I can’t imagine anything better!

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[chaos-monkeyy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“That is what you want?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Mmm… Very well.”

“Only if you want it too, though. I don’t want you to do it… only for me.”

“I can assure you, Eli Vanto… it is not only you who will enjoy this.”

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Thrawn | Mitth'raw'nuruodo/Eli Vanto

Work Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Pre-established consent, Pre-established Boundaries, Mild sensory deprivation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Roleplay, Sort Of, Comeplay, possible somnophilia, Shameless Smut, Consensual Somnophilia, Consensual Everything, Possessive Thrawn