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jungshookz · 3 years

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EEEK cee imagine grumpy!yn and jimin where jimin falls asleep on the floor in their lil hangout spot bc he stayed up the night before and yn jus secretly admiring jimin’s adorable sleeping face while caressing his hair THEN jimin wakes up when yn leaned in for a kiss on his forehead :3:3:3

➺ pairing; sunshiney!jimin x grumpy!y/n

➺ genre; of course this is fluff!!! fluffier than the clouds that jimin makes y/n look at and tell him what animal she thinks it looks closest to :D (he thinks it looks like a bunny and she thinks it looks like a.,,. idk man that’s literally just a lump)

➺ wordcount; 1.3k

➺ p.s. you’ll be able to find this in the teeny tidbits masterlist later on :’)

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“oh my god, do you hear that?” yoongi gasps, placing a hand on your shoulder before holding a finger up in the air, “that’s incredible.”

“what are you talking about?” you frown, looking around as well before shrugging his hand off your shoulder, “i don’t hear anything.”

you and namjoon exchange confused glances and he offers you his own shrug before looking over at yoongi for further explanation

“exactly. it’s nothing. it’s… silence.” yoongi whispers, “i haven’t heard it in so long because jimin’s always destroying it with his motormouth-”

okAy

now you see what he’s going on about

“hey, cut it out-” you roll your eyes before shifting your shoulder slightly so that jimin’s head isn’t at a weird angle and that he won’t wake up with a weird kink in his neck, “he was up all night working on a paper and he’s tired.” you murmur, reaching over and pulling your cardigan up so that it covers his chest a little more

“you know, you were way more fun before you started dating jimin.” yoongi scoffs, pursing his lips in disappointment as he leans back against his palms, “when two people are making fun of someone, it’s all fun and games, but when it’s just me doing it alone, i look like an asshole-”

“oh, cry me a river.”

“see?? why can’t you be like that when you’re talking about jimin?? i miss the old y/n.”

you move to shove yoongi down to the ground but you stop yourself when you realize that you could accidentally wake jimin up prematurely

poor jimin was up until six this morning working on a dumb twenty-page report for one of his courses - he read his schedule wrong and it turns out that the report was due this tuesday and not next tuesday, and to be honest, he’s really not sure how he even made that mix-up in the first place because he’s usually always on top of things (you were on top of him when he was typing all of this into his phone so that might’ve had something to do with it)

and he normally gets up around seven-ish on a regular basis which means he literally only got an hour of sleep before he had to get up and get ready for the day

you already knew that he had pulled an all-nighter (you even offered to stay up with him and make him coffee if he needed it but you ended up falling asleep around twenty minutes after you’d made your bold offer) so you weren’t too surprised when you looked over halfway through lunch to see that he’d fallen asleep leaning back against the tree with his mouth wide open

yoongi nearly persuaded you into dropping a chunk of dirt into his open mouth but luckily you decided against doing that

and it didn’t look like he was very comfortable which was why you scooted yourself closer to him and gently pushed his head down so that he could rest on your shoulder

but that was an hour and a bit ago and jimin’s still fast asleep

and you’re pretty sure there’s dried drool on your arm but that’s okay

“-you know, it’s like i don’t even know who you are anymore.” yoongi tuts, shaking his head at you, “one minute, you’re happy to roll your eyes and insult jimin to his face, and the next, you’re cozying up to him like his girlfriend and straight-up fawning over him-”

“i- i am his girlfriend, you dolt-”

“i know, but like- well, you know what i mean.” yoongi flicks his wrist to dismiss you before turning his nose up towards the sky, “you get it.”

“i can honestly say i truly don’t, yoongi.”

yes, it’s fairly evident to see that you’ve changed quite a bit since getting together with jimin, but you like to think that you changed for the better!

you don’t wake up with a scowl on your face every morning which is definitely a good sign, right?

and now instead of staying silent during lunch and looking like you want nothing more than to watch the world burn, you actually contribute to conversations with everyone else and genuinely enjoy talking to them as long as jimin’s right there next to you

of course, you have to admit that you still have a slight issue with PDA (which is why you’ve been moving your shoulder and trying to get jimin to wake up without making it seem like you’re purposely trying to wake him up) but that’s a conversation for another time

the point is, things are good with jimin

things are really, really good with jimin.

you crane your neck to look back down at your boyfriend again, reaching over to brush some of his hair away from his eyes

his nose twitches slightly and he mutters something under his breath before turning his body towards you and snuggling into your warmth, wrapping his arms around your elbow and squishing his cheek against your shoulder

“cute.” you hum, reminding yourself to suppress your grin of delight so that no one teases you about how squealy you’re being right now

you find yourself leaning down a little so you can give jimin a kiss on the forehead, your lips lingering against his warm forehead for a second before you pull away and look back to make sure that no one just saw you do that (god forbid anyone see you show even an inkling of affection for your boyfriend!)

luckily it seems like the late afternoon sun beaming down on you guys is making everyone feel a little lethargic so no one was paying attention to y-

“did you just kiss my forehead?”

you freeze immediately when you hear jimin suddenly speak up and you clear your throat obnoxiously before raising your shoulder so that he gets his head off of it, “what? no. i think you were probably dreaming or something because forehead kissing is-” you chuckle lightly, pulling your legs up slightly and dusting some dirt off your calves, “it’s not something that i… i don’t do things like that, so- no. no, i didn’t kiss any foreheads.”

your eyes widen in surprise when jimin suddenly lies down and flops his head down on your lap, grinning up at you with twinkling eyes as he reaches up to poke the tip of your nose, “you soOoooOo have a crush on me.”

side note: it’s truly baffling to you that jimin never wakes up groggy

he’s always ready to go as soon as his eyes open and it doesn’t make any sense whatsoever

it’s almost like he has an on and an off switch somewhere and if that’s the case you would very much like to find his off switch so you can shut him up before someone else decides to chime in to the conversation

“we’re- we’re dating, jimin-” you scowl, flicking his hand away from your face before clearing your throat again, “...obviously i have a friggin’ crush on you if we’re in a goddamn relationship-”

“what are you grumbling about over there now, y/n?” namjoon interrupts you from across the circle, glancing up at you and jimin for a split second from behind his screen, “i’m trying to get some work done and i can’t focus with all the secret muttering-”

“y/n has a crush on me.” jimin teases, crossing his arms over his chest before closing his eyes again, “a super FAT crush on me.”

he cracks an eye open just to see your reaction and he’s pleasantly surprised to see that your entire face is basically beet-red from this fun little game he’s playing

what do you have to be so embarrassed about??

you already said yourself that the two of you are dating so it’s an obvious fact that you have feelings for him

he just likes to remind everyone that you, a typically emotionless, cold-hearted robot, have feelings for him!

“oh, we know!” namjoon plays along with a grin, loving that you look like you want nothing more than to curl into a ball and just scream, “you think we didn’t see that forehead kiss?”

“park jimin, you sick... twisted man.” yoongi purses his lips as he shakes his head slowly, “look what you’ve done to her! you’ve ruined her!!”

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catxsnow · 4 years

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ADMIT IT D.W.

Summary: You crush on the great Boy Wonder was a little more than obvious

Warning: Older!Damian fLiRtInG

A/N: Damian is like early twenty’s here.

GIF not mine

Word count: 2k

It was a stormy night in Gotham. Rain poured from the dark sky and thunder boomed continuously. It seemed like any other night in that dreaded city. Day in day out, nothing but clouds and overcast. It was like the sun never shined in that city. If this was God's cruel punishment against the city, then you couldn't blame him.

Between the crime rates, the horrible citizens, and the corrupt police force, Gotham was no sanctuary. It was a city made for sinners, thugs, and those unfortunate few who had no chance of escape. You hated Gotham, you hated it enough to try and fight against the dreaded nights and sorrow days.

You worked by yourself, but it wasn't a surprise if part of Batman and crew showed up to your fight scene. They allowed you to continue your fight against crime as a vigilante, but they didn't dare trust you enough to take down important missions on your own. Sometimes you appreciated their help, most times, it was a nuisance.

It had been only a few years since you started this gig. Slowly at first, taking down petty thefts and drunk assholes. Then you started reaching the bigger leagues, the crime lords and mobsters. Soon, you became popular enough to be within Batman's radar.

The night was quiet, despite the loud thunder that rolled across the clouds. You saw the outline of Robin standing along the building edge. His cape flowed in the wind and his shadow cast upon the city as lightening struck behind him. You scoffed to yourself, but nonetheless flipped over to him.

"Dramatic much?" you asked. Judging by Robin's build, his voice, even the way he moved, you guessed that he had to have been around your age. At least, he was the closet out of all the others. You were nearing twenty-one, just shy of being able to buy your own drinks.

"Quiet out there tonight, huh?" You asked as he didn't reply. Robin seemed to tolerate you, nothing more, nothing less. He spoke very few extra words than needed and always had a snarky tone. You couldn't tell if that was because of his facade, or if that was who he really was.

Even so, after working with him several times, you couldn't help but be attracted to him. His voice, his actions, the way that he beat the ever living hell out of douchebags. Robin finally turned to face you, jumping down from the small ledge that he once stood.

"It is," he agreed. Truth be told, around you - it was an act. He would never admit that he enjoyed time with you. "That doesn't mean that you need to come bother me."

"But you're my favourite person to bother," you approached him. Damian stood still as you dragged your gloved hands up his chest and rested them at the bottom of his neck. "Why can't you just admit that you like my little visits."

"Because then I'd be falling into Batman's footsteps with Catwoman," Robin scoffed. He would never allow himself to admit that he did enjoy seeing you on the rooftops. Most times when he was on his own, he wished that you would show up to see him, even if it was just a coincidence.

His eyes would linger on you, the suit you wore was tight around every perfect curve of your body. Even the way you swaggered towards him like you knew god damn well that any man watching was eyeing you up. Damian wanted his eyes to be the only ones on you.

"Ugh," You rolled your eyes. You had a few run ins with Catwoman, none of them ending well. "I'm nothing like her. She's a thief, I fight for the good guys. I'm on your side, it's okay to admit it." You took another step closer to him so your chests touched.

You had a bad habit of shamelessly flirting with him. Robin was well aware of your attempts to flirt with him - and if he was any good at it he would have flirted back. Instead, his words came out cryptic. You often were confused by what he was feeling - his body was relaxed near you but his words said otherwise.

"Come on, Robin. Just one little word, just admit it," a Cheshire grin covered your cheeks as you stood on your toes. Your lips just barely brushed against his before pulling away. Fuck, did Damian want to pull you in, to kiss your properly after all these months of teasing him like this. You never gave him the satisfaction of what your lips truly felt like.

Damian's shoulders stiffened. He knew very little about you. Hell, he didn't even know your name, where you came from, how old you were. Yet, without knowing anything about you, he still found himself wanting to agree to your pleas. To admit that he enjoyed your company was to admit that he liked you. How could he like someone without even knowing them?

"I'll get you one day," you promised him. Damian watched as you backed away from him. The sway in your hips was entrancing and he couldn't look away. You stood up on the ledge that he was previously at. With a wink in his direction, you flipped off and soared down. Damian's breath caught in his throat, worried that you were going to fall to your death.

Not even a second later, you came flying back up again. A grappling gun was secured in the palm of your hand and your laugh echoed through the stormy night. Damian furrowed his eyebrows and looked down at his belt. You had stolen the grappling gun from him. Had you just used him to get the tech? Or did you genuinely want him to admit that he liked your visits? He wouldn't know.

"Fuck." Me.

Damian wished that he could get you out of his head. As Robin, as himself, he couldn't do it. He spent hours at night thinking about you, who you really were. He wanted to meet you, the real you. He tried finding out who you were, but you were careful - careful enough for Batman to have not figured it out yet.

He wanted to see you again. At night, he searched for you rather than searching for crime. He needed to see you again. This ache in his chest was driving him crazy and seeing you again was the only thing that was going to fix it. Damian was only frustrated by these feelings, he didn't want them to affect his everyday life but here he was.

It was over a week since your last encounter. He hadn't seen you, or any signs that you were even out on the streets. Damian was getting worried about you, he always saw that you were protecting the city at least once every few days. It was far too long to have no signs at all.

Damian overlooked the city from one of the tallest buildings in Gotham. It was stormy out again, this time the rain pounded against his skin, soaking him to the bone. He was cold, miserable, and was ready to call it a night and head back home.

"The Boy Wonder," a voice from behind him spoke. Damian nearly sighed in relief at the sound of your voice. He spun around to see you leaning against one of the arches. The grappling hook that you stole from him was tightly secured around your waist. He looked down at it. "Sorry, I don't exactly have the money to get one of my own, figured you'd have lots."

You weren't wrong. There were tons in the batcave, he just wasn't particularly excited to tell Batman that you had taken one from him. You strolled up to him, wiping some of the water that drenched your face off. It was useless, the rain wouldn't stop.

Damian noticed the stitches that laced up your cheek. His hand went up to your face, skimming just below where you had been cut. "What happened?" He asked, concern in his voice.

"Didn't realize you cared, Robin," you joked. As he moved his hand once more, you winced in pain. He went to lower his hand but you placed yours on top, forcing him to stay there. "Got myself into some trouble right after I saw you last. Thought I could take them, pulled out of pair of brass and well..." you trailed off. "It was nothing bad. Just a cut and some bruises. Had to stay home for a few days."

So, he was right to be worried. You were fine now, but what about the next time? What about the time that you aren't going to make it out with such ease?

"I'm fine, now," You told him, as if you were reading his thoughts. The brief look of sadness in your eyes was instantly replaced. "Better now that I'm with you.” You tried to reach for another one of his weapons but Damian was too quick. He latched onto your hand before you could steal something else of his.

You tried to interlock your fingers but, Damian pulled away and he once again went back to his rigid form. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were up here looking for me." You gestured to the high skyline and then looked back at Robin.

"I was looking to see if there was any criminal activity," Robin corrected. Lies. He was looking for you, but he wasn't going to tell you that. "But I am glad to see you aren't dead."

"Why because you'd miss me?" You teased. You jumped around him, flipping here and there to get some of the pent up energy released. Being forced to stay at home had you going stir crazy. However, with the rain making the roof top more slippery, you had lost you footing and nearly fell right off the edge. Robin had grabbed your wrist just in time, pulling you with so much force that you landed into his chest.

"Because you owe me," he referred to the grappling hook. He didn't mind you keeping it. "Twice, now."

"Mhmm, I could make up for it, right now. Up here, on this rooftop, with no one around," you suggested. The only reason that he knew you weren't completely serious was the joking tone in your voice. Yet, he swore he could feel your finger traceing his chest plate right on his skin. His thigh trapped between your legs, and you were nearly begging for attention. "Just the two of us."

He was tempted. God, was he tempted. Damian didn't care if anyone would show up, he would gladly accept your offer. But he couldn't, he knew he couldn't. So, as much as he wanted to, he denied. You pouted at him, which had made it even harder for him to decline your idea.

"Come work with Batman and I," Robin suddenly countered your offer. "The tech, the protection, at least someone will have your back so this doesn't happen again."

You pulled away from him. Batman had already offered to become a part of his team. You were sure he had a stickler for having young kids under his wing but you weren't eager to become one of them. It was easier to work alone, at least that way you would never have guilt of messing up with them.

"It was nice seeing you again, Robin," you had done the exact same thing as last time, flipping off the roof to dive into the streets. This time however, as you left, the playful smile wasn't on your face, but a frown. Were you really that offended to be working with a team? Damian was sure that you would have jumped on the opportunity to be able to see him more.

Damian frustratingly sighed. He ran a hand through his soaked hair. What was it going to take for you to join him? He just wanted you safe. Damian would never be able to forgive himself if you died while trying to save the city because you couldn't agree to work with him.

Avoiding Robin was easier said than done. Firstly, you didn't want to avoid him, you wanted to be there with him, teasing him like you always did. Secondly, between him, the Bats, and the others, it was near impossible to get anything done without being spotted by them. Yet, you managed.

Not being able to see Robin made you realize how much you actually liked him. It wasn't just playfully flirting, but a hope that he would in fact be able to recognize your affection. You wanted to know who he was, as a real person not as some side kick of Batman. Whoever was hiding under the mask was your number one goal to find out.

Maybe the only way to do that, was to join him.

You didn't want the pressure that being on a team came with. People relying on you? No, that wasn't something you were ready for. But maybe, with their help you could be ready for it. Maybe if they were so adamant on you joining, then they needed you just as much as you needed them.

So, instead of avoiding Robin, you searched for him. It had been weeks since you had seen him last. The gap in your visits was hard on you. It made you wonder how you could care for someone who you didn't even know. Robin thought the same thing, you just weren't aware of it.

"You must be getting tired of this rain too," You nearly jumped at the voice from behind you. Robin was leaning against a pillar with his arms crossed over his chest and a satisfied look on his face. Finally, he found you. He just wasn't aware that you let him find you, you wanted to see him again.

"By this point. I'm used to it," You answered. "Besides, getting to see you all wet like this? Mmm, that's a treat all in itself." You dragged a hand through his wet hair, having to stand up on your toes to even be able to reach. God, did you love when he got flustered to the point of not knowing what to say.

"It's been a while," Robin stated. You shrugged at him, pretending that the time that you spent away didn't bother you. Of course it did, but seeing the disappointed look on his face that you didn't seem to care? That was worth it.

"I was busy," You nonchalantly informed, waking away from him and back into the rain. It was true, you did have several busy nights but for the most part, things had been quiet, boring even. "Who do you think put Two-Face back in Arkham?"

"I figured as much," Robin stalked back over to you. He stood right by your side, brushing against your suit.

"You miss me?" You smirked up at him. He should have expected that question, you asked it nearly every time. However, the tone in your voice, the way that you were holding yourself up, it caught him off guard. You were genuinely wanting him to say that he had missed you - and after all these times that he denied it - he admitted it.

"Yes."

You looked up at him in shock. Robin always found a way to change the subject or come up with some sort of quip that ensured you that he didn't miss you when you disappeared. You could always tell that he was lying when he denied it but hearing him finally admit that he missed you meant everything to you.

Damian finally looked down to you. He didn't mean to blurt out the answer but he couldn't hide the truth any longer. Seeing you was always the highlight of his night, he couldn't deny that any longer.

"I want to see you, as much as I can," Damian continued on. He was surprising himself by these words, it was rare that he spoke of his emotions. "These little visits, they're not enough for me any longer. I need to see you, to fill this void in my chest when I'm not with you. Come work with me, please."

You were nearly as shocked by his words as he was. Robin never uttered a word of how he cared for you, how he craved to see you. Hearing him say this was everything that you ever wanted to hear. You cared for him, but could never accept that he cared for you back, he never proved it to you that he did.

After a moment of silence, Damian began to panic. Did you not feel the same way? Was the flirting just a trick? A game? No, it couldn't be.

Damian watched as you reached up towards your face, peeling of that mask that covered half your face. You met his eyes when your face was bare, revealing who you were and what you truly looked like. Damian was in awe of your beauty, everything about you was just as perfect as he had imagined.

"(Y/N)," You told him. "(Y/N) (L/N). I proved to you that I care enough about you, now prove to me that you care enough for me to join." You didn't expect him to do the same action as you - maybe one day but not yet. However, you also didn't expect what he actually did, either.

Damian kissed you.

His hands cupped the sides of your face, wishing that he didn't have these gloves on so he could feel you. Rain drops raced down your skin, between your lips that parted when needing a breath of air. Bodies pressed so close together that nothing could have broken you apart.

He kissed you with all this pent up desire that you constantly left him with. The worry that he had for you when you were on the streets by yourself. The neediness that he felt every time he was near you. He kissed you like he had cared about you for years.

Damian pulled away from you, his fingers still resting your facing. He rested his forehead against yours. This small taste of getting what he wanted didn't come close to fulfilling his desires. He needed you, constantly.

"I'll join you, Boy Wonder," you spoke barely above a whisper. "Just admit that you've been wanting to do that since the day we met because I've wanted you to do that since then."

"I admit it."

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joheun-saram · 4 years

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right here (jhs)

Summary- “That’s the thing about dating your best friend, when you break up you not only lose your partner, you lose the person who would console you too.”

word count- 4.1k

pairing- college!hoseok x reader

rating- pg15

genre- angst, childhood lovers, college au

warnings- drinking, marijuana use mention, mentions of sex but no explicit descriptions

a.n- i’ve been obsessed with keshi’s song right here and so this fic was born. i love hobi and i hurt writing this. s/o to @papillonsgf for reading it and easing my worries 🥺

Feedback much appreciated! 💕 An ask goes a long way... to my heart.

gif is not mine! :)

March 8th, 2:04 am

Y/N: I know it's random, how you've been?

March 11th, 11:26 pm

Y/N: Do you remember 'bout this band you said you listened to?

March 16th, 1:17 am

Y/N: I miss you, Hobi :(

March 16th, 3:43 am

Y/N: Hope life is treating you better...

Hoseok watched across the room as you sat in Taehyung’s lap. Your hand was on his chest as you laughed at a joke while his hand laid on your bare thigh, caressing right where your skirt ended. Hoseok’s drink tasted bitter as he scrolled through the messages you had sent him last month.

He didn’t know why he was so held up on you still. It had been over three months since you broke up but every time you messaged him it was like his heart somersaulted in his chest. He had taken Yoongi’s advice to ignore your messages, in fact, Yoongi had suggested blocking you altogether so Hoseok could have some peace and move on but every time he tried to block you something stopped him. He could never bring himself to do it. It was like every atom in his body revolted against it.

You had dated for two years and even before that, you had been best friends for six years. Now you were a shadow in his life, always there in the background but he couldn’t feel you anymore. Ever present, but he could never catch you. He missed you. He always missed you but it seemed that you were happier now with your new guy. As he watched you cuddling cosily with Taehyung, he was sure that you weren’t even aware that he was at this party.

“I love you, Y/N. Please. I’m only saying this because I love you.” Hoseok maintained his tone despite how angry he felt at your actions. You had just casually told him you were flunking another class as you dressed up to go to another party. He couldn’t believe your cavalier attitude. You had been doing that a lot lately - going out with your new friends and getting wasted beyond your limit. This was how it always went. You’d go out and then come home late, stumbling into bed giggling, your breath reeking of liquor as you cuddled into him. He’d let it pass for months but he could see you disappear. He had tried to convince you to turn it down a notch time and time again but it always ended in the same ugly fight.

“You don’t control the people you love!” You snapped at him from where you stood in your shared bedroom, jacket falling off of one shoulder.

“I’m not trying to control you… Baby, please! I just want you to do better.” He went over to you, fixing your jacket as he cupped your face. He wanted you to understand how much it hurt him to see you this way. You shrugged him off, moving backward.

“Oh just because my grades suck, I’m not doing good?” Malice painted your tone as you raised your voice.

“You know that’s not what I mean, but this is not you. Showing up drunk to class? Staying all night at frat parties? That’s not you!” He matched your volume. He needed you to see that he was not the enemy. He wanted to shake some sense into you.

“Well, maybe you don’t know me, Hoseok.” Your eyes narrowed at him and he felt his heart sink. How could you say that to him? The ice in your tone running through his veins.

“I’ve known you since we were twelve!” He ran his hands over his face in frustration.

“That doesn’t give you the right to tell me how to live!” You poked him in the chest as your anger flared further.

“Please baby. Just talk to me. What’s wrong?” He softened his tone as he clasped your hand poking him in both of his. He knew you. Despite your words, he knew you. There was no way you were suddenly a party animal. There had to be something wrong.

“I just want to enjoy university, is that too much to ask?” You pulled your hand away from his harshly. He didn’t know what he was doing wrong but your anger fed his.

“And blacking out each night is enjoying it?”

“I can’t do this. I can’t have the same fight every night!”

“Then stop. Stop fucking throwing your life away!” He couldn’t help how his voice broke at the end of the sentence. He could never control his emotions, especially when it came to you, and anger fuelled the tears that threatened to escape his eyes.

“Fuck you Hoseok. Fuck you! I’m done!” You pushed past him as you made your way towards the front door.

“What do you mean you’re done? Where are you going?” He grabbed your wrist as you neared the door, tears freely flowing at seeing your face distorted in anger. “Stop. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want to talk to you. I never want to see you again.” Your voice was cold, almost formal. No hint of emotion whereas Hoseok was a bawling mess. He always hated how in control of your emotions you were compared to him.

“Y/N… You don’t mean that. I love you.” He pulled you into a hug and whispered into your hair, holding on for dear life. His heart was racing. He couldn’t lose you. He didn’t know who he was without you. How could you look him in the eye and tell him you never wanted to see him again? Did eight years mean nothing to you?

“I love you too but I can’t do this anymore. You’re suffocating me.” You pushed him off and he could see the tears in your eyes, betraying your carefully put together facade.

“Y/N… please don’t do this.” He pleaded, holding your hand before you harshly shrug him off again.

“Bye Hoseok. I hope you find someone you don’t have to lecture.” You opened the door as you gave him one last withering look before heading out.

“Wait! You can’t just end us like this!”

“I can and I have. I’ll move out tomorrow.” And with that you were gone, disappearing into the night, while Hoseok crumpled to the ground, sobbing, unsure how your relationship had gotten to this point.

Hoseok walked into the kitchen. He needed something stronger than beer. He spotted a bottle of tequila on the counter, thanking his stars that the frat hosting this party was one that provided alcohol. As he poured himself a generous shot, Namjoon appeared slinging his arm around his shoulders, clearly tipsy.

“Hobi! Are you doing shots without me?” He gasped mockingly as he poured himself one too. Namjoon and Hoseok didn’t used to be particularly close but after his breakup with you, both men had bonded over their broken hearts. Namjoon’s girlfriend had cheated on him a few months before and it became a tradition for the two of them to drink in his apartment together. In fact, the only reason Hoseok was here today was that Yoongi had insisted that the two of them take their drinking outside of his and Namjoon’s shared apartment and try to find someone else to get over their heartbreak. He was sure it was only because Yoongi was annoyed by how loud they both got and he needed some peace. He had been roommates with Yoongi in first-year and he felt bad to impose on his friend almost every weekend so he agreed to let Namjoon drag him to this party. Little did he know that you would be here tonight too.

“Never Joon! I wouldn’t betray the heartbreak boys!” Hoseok tried to muster as much excitement as he could, his smile half-hearted and not reaching his eyes. Fortunately, Namjoon didn’t notice as the two took three shots back to back. The sting in Hoseok’s throat felt welcomed, like antiseptic on a bad wound.

“So you know how the best way to get over someone is getting under someone else?” Namjoon questioned, his eyes glazed over, as he looked over Hoseok’s shoulder. Hoseok responded in a hum, barely paying attention as his thoughts clouded over and replayed the way Taehyung’s hands caressed your body. He wished he never saw you tonight. Going from seeing you every day to not seeing you for three months had been terrible, but not as terrible as seeing you in his arms. Before he could delve further into his pain, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned to see a pair of women, one already going into Namjoon’s arms as she pressed her lips to his, and the other introducing herself to him. He barely heard her name and after still not getting it for a second time, he decided to not bother.

He didn’t want to make new friends, didn’t want to get under someone else as Namjoon had so eloquently put it. He just wanted you. She was persistent though, flirting aggressively, taking his disinterest as a cue to work harder. As the shots caught up to him, he just let her. Let her push him against the wall of the kitchen, let her kiss his lips, his neck. Let her run her hands under his shirt. He kissed her back after that but as he closed his eyes, he saw your face. He kissed her harder hoping the image went away but it grew stronger, the memories of you whimpering under him, memories of you laughing as you came. God, you always giggled as you came and he was so weak. The montage of your once happy relationship haunted him and he felt a strong pang of guilt. This girl deserved better than to be imagined as someone else. He needed to get out of here.

Mumbling an apology, he pushed her off himself and grabbed a beer before going to the backyard. It was quieter there, the majority of the partygoers too stoned to be chaotic, the music inside pouring out in a blur of bass and treble. He found a spot on the grass next to a tree as he sat down to compose himself. That girl, whatever her name was, was the first person he had kissed after you, and suddenly he felt an onslaught of emotions. A lump formed in his throat as he remembered your first kiss, after a similar party, when he promised himself that you would be the last person he kissed.

“Shhhhh! We’re gonna wake up Yoongi!” Hoseok giggled as he stumbled into his dorm room and you followed closely behind tripping on the shoes strewn by the door and falling onto him. He wished he was as suave as the guys on tv and caught you but instead he stumbled with you crashing on the floor in a puddle of hushed laughter, your head on his thigh.

“Let’s go to your room before grandpa yells at us.” You snickered as you got on your feet, pulling Hoseok up with you. The two of you walked slowly to his room, changing into sweats and tshirts, before collapsing on the twin bed, his arm under your head. This was a normal occurrence for the two of you. Every time you both went out, you slept over at one of your dorm rooms. In highschool, you would sneak into each other’s bedrooms but the freedom of university made it easier. Lying next to you, Hoseok felt comfortable. Just your presence put him at ease and soon your conversation was dying as his eyes got heavier.

“Hobi?” you whispered next to him making him turn around to face you. You always did this when you were drunk - bargained for cuddles - and as sleepy as he was, Hoseok didn’t feel like protesting as usual, so he put his arm around your waist and pulled you close, his one leg hitched around your hip.

“Goodnight.” He whispered patting the back of your head as he drifted off. What he didn’t expect was for your lips to touch his. It was a soft, lingering peck and it was like he was electrocuted, his eyes flying open. For a moment he thought it was some weirdly vivid dream until he heard you apologize. He had never thought of kissing you before, you were his best friend and he always thought of you as platonic. His platonic soulmate. But as soon as you had kissed him it was like a dam broke inside him, his heart beating fast, his lips tingling, and all he wanted was to do it again.

It was like he was on autopilot, his hand on the back of your neck as his lips silenced your apologies. This kiss wasn’t soft. It was eager, hungry, and Hoseok felt alive. It was like a switch went on in him, the feelings he had apparently repressed for years rushing to the surface at the same time settling him into a haze of endorphins. He couldn’t help grinning against you as your mouth parted for his tongue and he could finally taste you - the cheap wine coolers you drank, the one cigarette you bummed outside the party, and a sweetness that he could only describe as you. He needed you closer, inexplicably closer, as his grip around your waist got tighter, his leg pulling you in further till his knee was almost on the mattress, trying his hardest not to grind against you.

You moaned against his mouth and he knew he would never forget that sound. How did he go so long without realizing how much he needed you? You were always the smarter one between the two of you - of course you knew before him that he would fall for you.

He spent the night making out with you and he knew this was it. This was what they wrote songs about, started wars about. This was love. He felt it bloom within his chest, till the branches set each nerve ending alive. He knew everything about you and you knew everything about him and he never wanted to let anyone else in the way he let you in. He didn’t know if you loved him too yet, but he was ready to convince you that he’d never want to kiss someone like he was kissing you right now.

“This seat taken?”

Hoseok felt his heart clench at hearing your voice. He didn’t want to see you in this state. He was far too vulnerable and drunk right now to control himself when it came to you. He didn’t know how he’d react. Without waiting for his response you made yourself comfortable next to him on the grass, your back against the tree as your shoulder lightly grazed his. He felt like his shoulder was on fire, and he moved slightly away from you.

“How’ve you been Hobi?” Your voice was light, airy, as if you had never stomped on his heart. As if you had never left him sobbing on your porch just a few months ago without so much as a glance in his direction. He wanted to scream at you, tell you how you broke him, ruined him for everyone else, but before he could get a word out, you reached your hand and placed it on his. The innocent touch was too intimate, and he felt a tear roll down his cheek. How did the two of you get here, where your hand on his made him want to hug you and sob on your shoulder. That’s the thing about dating your best friend, when you break up you not only lose your partner, you lose the person who would console you too. All he could do in response to your question was just shrug. He felt pathetic. Why were you torturing him?

“I’m sorry for pushing you away,” you whispered as you squeezed his hand and he finally had the courage to look at you. You looked beautiful - the moonlight reflecting off your skin made you glow. His eyes traced your features from the curve of your brows, to how your eyes gazed at him softened, to the slope of your nose, to finally your lips, parted and shiny from your lip gloss. Before he could stop himself, he was leaning forward, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you quick and short, just enough to get rid of the taste of the girl before, just so he could hold on to you being the last person he kissed for a little bit longer.

It’s when he saw the look of shock on your face that he realized what he had done. Muttering a quick apology, he stood up, ignoring your calls of his name as he walked through the house. He had to leave. He was an idiot. He was an idiot who was never going to get over you. Was this his life now? Watching you from afar, unable to control himself in your presence.

He decided to walk the thirty minutes to your - well now, just his - apartment. He was slower than usual, hoping that the fresh air would clear his mind, but everywhere he looked he was reminded of you. He passed by the ice cream shop where you had your first date and all he could think about was the way you coyly licked the melted ice cream off his fingers and kissed him telling him mint chocolate only tasted good off his tongue. He passed the twenty-four hour tattoo shop where he held your hand as you got your first tattoo at 3 am because you were bored and always wanted one, a little star on your hip. He passed the park where he had found you sulking after your first fight and he picked a wildflower for you, one that he hopes you still have pressed in your favourite book. He could never escape you. When he arrived at his door, he saw you standing there and thought he had finally lost all semblance of reality. That is, until you spoke.

“Baby, are you okay?” The pet name made his heart ache as he looked at you in alarm, realizing that you were actually there. He couldn’t do this. He stumbled back, almost tripping off the porch.

“Y/N… please. I can’t do this.” He pleaded, but he was helpless as you held his hand and guided him into the house, easily navigating him to his bed. You took off his shoes as he laid there, not having enough strength or courage to ask you to leave. He missed the way you would take care of him and he let you even if it's the last time. You didn’t say much as you tucked him under the covers, slowly caressing his hair and arms as he liked so he could fall asleep. This was cruel and he told you as much as silent tears escaped him, your quiet apologies echoing in his head as he fell asleep.

He woke up with a start, blinking at the sunlight that fills his room, groaning as his head ached from the hangover. He thought about the vivid dream he had of you putting him to bed and he couldn’t help but grimace at how pathetic he had become.

Startled was an understatement as he noticed you sitting in the desk chair next to his bed. Your were legs propped on the corner of the bed as you snoozed uncomfortably, your head bent at an odd angle. He noticed the bin next to his bed, right where his head would have been, and the bottle of water with painkillers on the nightstand. It reminded him of the times he had done the same for you and his head replayed the memory of when you walked out on him. Why were you back? Did you really miss him too?

He saw you stir and before he could lie back and pretend to be asleep, you were up, your eyes staring into his. You both sat there in silence just looking at each other. It had been so long that he had forgotten how your eyes could drown him, pull him in inexplicably deep.

You reached for him and before his brain could process it, he was reaching back, muscle memory leaving your fingers intertwined. That was when your facade broke for the first time in months and Hoseok could see a blackened tear that slowly trickled down your face. His eyes followed its path down your cheek as it lingered on your jaw before dripping on to your chest, darkening a spot on the red dress you wore. A few more followed its journey, before you were sobbing, loud cries that seemed to wreck your soul, and Hoseok was weak, pulling you into his chest and letting you use him as a makeshift kleenex. He didn’t know how long you both sat there, you crying on his chest, him holding you tightly, wishing he could stop your pain despite whatever you may have inflicted on him.

By the time you calmed down, he still couldn’t let you go, walking with your hand in his to your once shared kitchen, setting the kettle on. He still stocked your favourite blueberry tea even though he hated the taste. You spoke first after what seemed like hours.

“I dropped out.”

This was not what he had expected. Despite your numerous fights about schoolwork, he still liked to believe he knew you. It was your dream to study art, travel the world to visit galleries, with visions of curating your favourite exhibits. He still remembered all the times you would drag him to the local gallery, waxing poetic about inspirations behind modern art pieces. He never cared much about visual art but your passion had him holding onto every word. He could still recite everything about the history of the impressionist movement and its influences on your favourite artists. He knew that even if you were failing, you wouldn’t just give up on your passions.

“Our family business went bankrupt and so I can’t afford it. It was either this or our house.” Your voice was calm now, even monotonous, as if you had just expelled all the emotions earlier. He let you talk. Let you tell him about how your father had insisted they sell your family home and move to a studio so he could still supplement your tuition. But you could never do that to your family, have them sacrifice their home for something as silly as your childish dreams. Life had brought you to your knees, and you mourned your loss through parties and friends who encouraged your vices.

Hoseok had a hard time processing - he thought he knew everything about you, but you were right that night, maybe he didn’t know you as well as he hoped. He racked his brain for any sign of the misery you spoke of, other than the late nights and he came up empty. To think, he’d been wasting time in the dance studio, with his hobbies, when he could have been helping you.

He felt torn, he felt sad, he felt guilty, but all he could say was “Why didn’t you tell me?” Why had you hidden this from him when he could have lightened your load. He could’ve helped, taken out a loan from his parents, worked a part-time job to help you cover your bills. He was in love with you, didn’t you know that he would’ve done anything to help you? Would still do anything to help you.

“For once, Hoseok, I didn’t want to depend on you. I wanted to do it by myself, for myself.” Your voice was small, almost timid, but your eyes held your convictions. They softened as he squeezed your hand, and you apologized once more, almost pleading him to understand why you had to spend the last months alone, why you couldn’t be honest, but you didn’t need to say much he already understood. He knew you.

He stood from where he was sitting on his stool and closed the distance between you, pulling you into his arms haphazardly, one around your head and other around your shoulders. He squeezed you tight as if he could meld your bodies together, take away the hardships you faced through osmosis. He didn’t know what you expected of him, but all he could do was hold you close, and when you looked up at him, cupping his cheek, he kissed you. He took his time, slowly reacquainting himself to the lips he craved. He didn’t know if the tears he was tasting were yours or his but all he knew was that you were here.

And as you whispered an “I love you” on his lips, he knew that no matter how broken you had left him, for you he’d always be right here.

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withcolebrock · 4 years

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The Nights I’m Left Alone - part 2

Summary: Y/N notices Colby not feeling at his best and challenges him to Mario Kart to talk about his feelings

PART ONE

Requested: yes for a part 2 lol

Warnings: swearing, discussion of mental health

Word Count: 2,509

Author’s Note: OKAY HI! I’m back, sorry for being SOO dramatic about whatever was going on. The part was heavily inspired by the song This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory. It is an amazing song and you guys should totally listen to it!! Anyway, one of my old friends and I would do this whole challenge each other thingy. So I thought it would be a fun idea to write, so I hope you guys like it!! also I may do a part three but it’s probably not likely... This is my Gif!!

It was another day where the friend group was hanging out together. It was mid-day, the weather seemed to be almost unbearably hot. Most of the group was swimming in the pool, while Colby was laying on a lounger chair tanning. Y/N leaned her body against her hands as she continued to kick her legs slowly back and forth in the pool. Every so often her gaze would shift towards the shirtless boy on the other end of the lawn. “Is he alright?” she asked nodding towards Colby’s direction.

He wasn’t doing anything different than he always does. Except today, he didn’t even try to hang out with the group. Normally he swims around and at least talks to everyone before he leaves the group to tan. Instead he walked out, only showing a weak smile as he laid down on his lounger. It was odd to say the least.

Tara shifted her gaze towards him and shrugged her shoulders, “He seems fine,” she mumbled as she turned her attention back towards Xepher who was swimming in the pool. Y/N glanced towards the girls briefly as she brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face. She pressed her lips together as she stared towards him with her eyebrows knitted together.

They weren’t close, they were friends, but they wouldn’t choose to talk to each other if they didn’t have to. Their friendship was mostly based on being friends with the same people. Even though they weren’t close, she saw right through the front he had.

She sighed as she pulled her legs from the water and stood up from the edge of the pool. She saw Sam and Jake walking from the house carrying red solo cups. She smiled weakly towards them as she continued walking to Colby. She stopped beside him, blocking out the sun from above.

His eyes shot open, seeing Y/N, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He pulled out his earbuds saying, “You’re blocking my sun,” he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair.

“It’s like a thousand degrees,” she laughed lightly, “What are you doing?” he forced out a laugh as he sat up slightly.

“I-uh,” he stuttered, “I wanted a tan,” he said blankly. He wiped his hand across his forehead, cringing at the sweat.

“How about you join the rest of us by the pool?” she asked cautiously. He thought about the question. It wasn’t a serious question at all. But as his gaze shifted towards Sam walking towards Katrina. He watched as he slowly wrapped his arms around her.

A sigh left his lips as he lowered his head, “I’m actually going to cool off in the theatre room,” he said dryly. He stood up quickly from the lounger chair and took a hold of his phone from under the chair.

“Well,” she drew out the word as she took small steps following him, “I’m coming with you,” she forced a smile as she continued walking behind him. He shook his head, muttering a few words she couldn’t make out. “-and we’re playing Mario Kart,” she took quicker steps after him.

He walked towards the kitchen quickly taking a water bottle from the fridge, motioning if she wanted one. She nodded her head as he tossed her the bottle. She caught it gracefully. “So, uh,” he furrowed his eyebrows as he walked towards her slowly, “Did Sam put you up to this or something?” he questioned genuinely, taking a sip of water. Not that he was complaining, he loved her company. Even if their alone time was always rare. Her eyes widened slightly as her lips curled upward.

“No,” she chuckled, “I-uh-noticed you’ve been acting off. I just wanted to see if you’re okay-” she trailed off as she tapped her fingers against the bottle, while rocking slightly back and forth. He nodded quickly while pressing his lips together, he slowly began to walk towards the theatre room.

“I’m fine,” he let out while his eyes widened as his mouth fell open, “I’m fine-I mean thank you for asking, but like I’m fine,” he rambled as he turned on the lights for the theatre room. He turned around and began walking backwards slowly facing her. His eyes trailed her body briefly, admiring how her body looked in the swimsuit she was wearing. She squinted her eyes as she slowly crossed her arms over her chest, completely oblivious to the way he was looking at her.

“Say ‘I’m fine’ one more time and I’ll believe you,” she said sarcastically as she watched him turn on the Switch, taking a hold of the controllers. He laughed dryly as he walked over to her, handing her one of the controllers. His fingers brushed her hand lightly. She sat down onto the red couch, Colby quickly sat down beside her starting up Mario Kart.

“Seriously, I’m fine,” he commented, side eyeing her. She shifted her gaze towards him, a small laugh left her lips as she met his eye. He licked his lips as he fought off a smile. She rolled her eyes as her attention drifted towards the large screen.

They sat in silence while they picked out the map they were going to play on and the characters they were going to play. Colby picked Yoshi while Y/N picked Toad.

She shifted her body lightly, facing him, he did the same. As they met each other's eyes, she stuttered her words, “Okay uh-” she let out a small breathy laugh, “Here’s the deal, If I win you have to tell me why you're sad and if you win I’ll tell you why I’m sad.” she offered. His smile faltered as he heard the last part.

“Alright, let’s go.” he clenched his jaw as he slowly looked back towards the screen. He started the game and he took an early lead. He suddenly felt determined to win, he wanted to hear how she was feeling. He wanted to help her feel better, he didn’t want anyone to feel sad. It was a dramatic game, lots of yelling between each other.

At the last stretch on the last lap, Colby landed himself with a blue shell and Y/N was able to sneak past him and take the win. She cheered dramatically as she boasted about it, while he groaned. She set the controller down beside her as she looked towards him. Colby pouted as he tried to stop laughing. “Okay, talk to me,” she spoke softly. He let a long dramatic sigh.

“It’s going to sound ridiculous when I say it-” he spoke as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously.

“I’m sure it’s not, Colbs,” she offered as she brushed a few pieces of hair away from her face. He smiled softly as he looked away from her.

He avoided her gaze as he continued to talk, “I like being single, I like the lifestyle and I enjoy the whole not being tied down but I loved being in a relationship. I loved having someone you know?” he met her eye briefly, noticing how she hasn’t looked away from him.

She nodded as he continued, “But I forgot what all of that felt like to just always have someone to just be there,” he huffed, “I mean being in a friend group with everyone dating each other, it just made me realize how alone it feels sometimes,” she pushed her bottom lip out into a small pout as she continued to listen. His eyes widened as he sat back slightly, “Oh god-was that too much? Sorry,” he laughed nervously.

“Oh no-no, I just didn’t know you ever felt like that, you always seem so happy,” she spoke quickly.

“I mean, I am happy but I wish I could be happier,” he pressed his lips together as he squinted his eyes slightly, “And I wonder if, like, a girlfriend would help that,” he laughed, feeling ridiculous. “It sounds dumb.”

“It doesn’t sound dumb at all. I feel the same way,” she said, he lifted his gaze towards her furrowing his eyebrows.

“Is that why you said you were sad?” he whispered, his voice broke slightly. He didn’t like to hear his friends sad. She laughed slightly.

“You have to win the next game to get that information,” she smiled a tight lip smile. His eyes widened as his mouth fell open, he laughed as he shook his head.

“Damn, I just poured my heart out to you and I can’t even hear your side of it,” he spoke dramatically as he started the next map. “I guess I better win then,” he teased as he shifted his gaze towards the screen. She giggled as he started the game.

“I guess you better win,” she mumbled teasingly as the game began. It was a quick game, Colby picked the smallest map to have a better chance at winning.

He sat up straighter as he leaned forward thinking it would help him focus better. He bit his bottom lip as he leaned his body with every turn on the screen, hoping it’ll help him win. She was in first place for most of the race.

“Oh come on, how are you so fucking good at this game,” he groaned as he got hit with another red shell, she giggled softly as she glanced towards Colby. She admired how focused he was, he truely wanted to know how she was feeling.

She wouldn’t admit it, but she let him win. She groaned dramatically as she leaned her head back against the couch. Colby stood up from the couch and began to jump up and down excitedly. “Why are you acting like you beat me on rainbow road or something, it was the easiest map,” she said through laughter as she watched him begin to dance.

“Because I’ve never beat you before,” he hummed as he fell down onto the couch, “And now you get to pour your heart out to me,” he teased as he smiled widely. She rolled her eyes playfully as she avoided his eye. She kept her gaze towards her lap, she stared at her hands. Her smile slowly faded as her thoughts clouded with her recent thoughts. His own smile fell as he watched her’s fall. “Tell me what’s going on,” he mumbled.

She sighed, “I miss Logan, I mean I don’t miss him, but I miss the feeling I had when I was with him. I guess I’m just tired of being alone and missing what our relationship was like. Obviously I’m not alone, I have the group, you know,” she motioned slightly towards Colby. He nodded slightly. “Even though we hang out all the time, at the same time I’m never excited to come over anymore.” she continued to avoid his gaze, worried to see what his expression was like. “An’-And I think it’s because, like you said, being surrounded by couples just makes the feeling feel worse?” she said in a questioning tone. A small laugh left her lips as she shook her head.

“Yeah, I completely get it. I miss that feeling too,” he whispered, feeling himself suddenly blush. She finally shifted her gaze towards him, meeting his eye briefly, they were soft and comforting. “-and trust me, I don’t get too excited for the hangouts either. Just makes me sad,” he laughed dryly.

“Me too,” she shifted her body towards him, giving him her full attention, “It’s like we get it you’re a couple and you’re all mushy gushy and happy,” she spoke sarcastically, he chuckled.

“Exactly,” he responded cheekily.

“Exactly!” she sighed. They sat in silence for a while as they avoided eye contact with each other. She was shocked to find out Colby was feeling like this. He was the bachelor of the group, he was the center of attention from random girls at parties. She dind’t realize he didn’t fully enjoy that type of attention.

“Have you tried looking for someone that would want that same stuff as you?” she questioned, meeting his eye. Colby thought about the question for a little longer than he thought he should’ve. He shook his head. “Okay, well, maybe I know someone who would be interested in that. Tell me what you want in a relationship,” her voice suddenly became cheerful.

“Are you trying to play matchmaker with me?” he teased, his mouth dropped slightly. She opened her mouth quickly before she shut it again.

“Maybe a little,” she mumbled, pressing her lips together and she looked away shyly. “I just think that maybe if I can try to set you up with someone, then maybe you won’t be so sad,” she explained, her voice got quieter as she spoke. A small pout formed to her lips as she stared at her fidgeting hands. He pursed his lips forward as his cheeks began to flush red, he saw the pout on her lips and the corner of his lips turned upwards slightly. She really cared for him, so much more than he realized.

“Okay,” he whined dramatically, “I want to be friends first, I think that’s important. I never liked random first date shit. But I think the number one thing that I want in a relationship is someone who can joke with me and then like be all romantic in the next second. Like we can kind of bully each other and then we can just be all cuddly the next. Also they have to get along with my friends, they can’t hate my friends because that’ll be a mess,” he chuckled lightly.

“I think I just want someone who isn’t afraid to flirt with me even after we’ve been dating for a while, I think that keeps things fun you know,” he smirked. “Oh, and a girl who is in it for the long haul. You know, like marriage and stuff like that. I guess that’s the bare minimum but-yeah.” As the words left his lips he slowly moved his body towards her.

He stared towards her expectantly, the more the words left his lips the more her smile formed to her lips. “That’s really sweet Colby,” she whispered, her heart began to race unexpectedly.

“You think so?” he asked, she nodded. “Okay because I thought it was cheesy,”

“Oh it was cheesy, but it was cute,”

“Yeah?” he squinted his eyes slightly as he leaned his head back slightly. She nodded again. “I guess I’m a cheesy guy,” he leaned his body towards her even more, enough for her to notice him coming closer this time.

“I guess you are,” she whispered as she found herself leaning towards him.

She didn’t realize what was going on when suddenly their bodies jumped away from each other as the door behind them was aggressively pushed open. They look towards the door to see Tara and Katrina standing in the doorway. Tara sighed dramatically, “Oh my god we were looking for you guys for forever,” she groaned.

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fangirlings-things · 4 years

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Forbidden to Kill

• Fandom: Percy Jackson

• Pairing: Luke Castellan x reader

• Word count: 1.9K

• Summary: when you and your adoptive brother Percy arrived at Camp Half Blood, you did not expect yourself to fall for the friendly son of Hermes

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→ this was requested by @actyourownfandom-23 I loved this idea, and it turned to be quite longer than I expected it to. I really liked this piece so let me know what your thoughts are. Hope you like it, love, I did my best 💕

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“Are you ready for the game tonight?” Percy’s tone was incisive, thoughtful. You could see in his face that he, didn’t seem ready at all.

You understood his nervousness. This would be both of your first times in a game of capture the flag. First time carrying around swords, shields and fighting other students instead of answering a task in class. It had been almost a week ever since you and Percy had arrived at Camp Half Blood. Since Grover had revealed himself to be a satyr and his mother and your adoptive mother, Sally, had died.

You still perfectly picture the look in Quiron's face when he explained to the both of you (already having revealed himself as a centaur) that Sally had for accident or not, decided to adopt a demigod, that being you. It was obvious that he did not believe at all that it had been a coincidence. What were the changes? In his mind, whomever was Percy’s father had known about you and after unknown events, had asked Sally to take care of you. Perhaps he could even be your father, but from another relationship. You wished it wasn’t true, that he hadn’t ask Sally Jackson to raise the child of another woman with the man she loved. You really hoped he didn’t. Or, you could have a mother. You never knew any family expect Sally and Percy. So, yeah, it could be pretty much anyone.

After all those days, exactly nothing had changed since your arrival. You both still felt like outsiders, sleeping in Hermes's Cabin and trying to get used to the Camp’s activities while not being claimed for any of the Gods. Luckily for the both of you, you guys had Grover and Luke to look after you.

Luke. The thought of him made you sight as you suddenly remembered to nod your head in answer to Percy’s question. The son of Hermes had been nothing but attentive and a friend ever since Quiron had asked him to help you both get settled. He had given you both a place to sleep, invited you to sit by his side at dinner and even helped you both to train a bit, to get ready for the game. He was a nice person and you did not fail to notice, that he was also beautiful.

“Good for you” Percy said, elbows on his knees as you both sat together in the grass close to the strawberry fields. “I feel like my head in going to blow up every time I think about someone attacking me with a sword”

“Think about the bright side of this, Percy” you turned your head to him and raised your eyebrows as you smiled. “There is no permission to kill”

“Oh, thanks, (Y/N), that’s incredibly comforting” Percy rolled his eyes at you as you laughed hard because of the annoyed expression on his face.

“It should be” the sound of that voice made both you and Percy turn to look at behind you both, from where Luke came. You thought that he looked beautiful as usual, with his bright hair and that curious scar running along his features. It wasn’t ugly at all, it made him Luke even more interesting. “It makes a great difference, to know that the sons of Ares are forbidden to kill you”

“See? I told you” you said to Percy and for a brief moment, he seemed calmer. Then you turned to Luke, eyes meeting in a way that almost took your breath away. His eyes were intense, filled with life. There was something in them… so attractive. “We will fight with you, right?”

“Of course, darling” Luke smiled, in that mischievous way you had noticed that all the sons of Hermes’s had. “Thought I would not protect you?”

“And who’s going to protect me?” Percy asked, frowning as he watched the exchange of glances between you both. He knew you better than anyone in the world. He was your brother. Maybe not in blood, but in absolutely everything else. You knew there would be just a short amount of time before he realized how you felt about Luke.

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Whomever was your divine mother or father, you cursed them in that moment. They had abandoned you and apparently, left you with a scent that would attract monsters towards you every time they were near. Amazing. And as if that wasn’t enough, because of that scent you had to drop high school and live in that violent Camp of demigods and learn how to fight for your life. Super cool, right? Wrong.

Within fifteen minutes into the game of capture the flag you had lost sight of Percy and Luke, after a vicious attack of some of the son’s of Ares. Two of them had attacked you at the same time, even though Luke screamed for them to give you a break because you were knew.

You had even managed to take a few right swings with your sword like Luke had thought you, but they were too good. One of them cut your leg deeply and you only managed to run away unstably because Percy suddenly burst on top of them, probably encouraged by your wound.

You had ran and ran, and ran. Only stopped when you could no longer hear the sounds of battle anywhere near you. With pain irradiating from your leg in sharp stings, you sat yourself down with your back against a big tree. Looking down, vision clouded because of the pain and the darkness of the night, you managed to see that your jeans had been torn apart and your leg was exposed. Blood ran down it, in an amount that you thought that for certain meant something really not good.

You tried to get up, but quickly realized you couldn’t because as soon as you put pressure on that leg, you lost balance and fell right back with your back hitting the tree and making you gasp in pain. You could feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, as blood continued to leave the wound. Taking a deep breath, you tore a piece of your shirt apart and wrapped it around the wound, trying to stop the blood flow. It held, surprisingly.

You just stayed there, trying to normalize your breathing and remain calm even though you failed at it.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your name being called out of the sudden, echoing through the woods of the Camp. “(Y/N)!”

“I-I’m here!” you said as loud as you could, eyes closed and head laid back into the tree for saving energy. Honestly, you didn’t even if they, whomever that was, had heard you until footsteps approached you in a rush.

“Hi, darling” you recognized his voice in the same instant and opened your eyes. Luke. He smiled at you, probably trying to give you some comfort as he lowered himself inti the grass to be right in front of you. He inspected your face, hand going up to caress your cheek before his eyes went down towards your leg and he saw the poor bandage you had made. It made him smile even brighter. “Good call, love” the pet names would have made you blush you weren’t so weak.

“Percy” you mumbled, worried about him as Luke raised you in his arms, one hand below your legs and the other supporting your back, like you weighted nothing at all.

“He is fine, don’t worry. I left him with two of my sisters. They’re good fighters, so he’ll be safe. Now, let’s get you to the infirmary. You have to be taken care of”

With the slow swing of your body being carried by his as he walked, you felt good. In Luke’s arms, all thoughts escaped your mind and you blacked out.

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“How are you feeling?” Percy squeezed your hand in his. You had just awakened and found him sitting by your bed, smiling tenderly. He looked fine, certainly not hurt like you and it relieved you Although, there was something else behind his smile. Something you failed to identify as displeasure or satisfaction. From the corner of your eye, you could the sunlight coming into the infirmary and indicating that it was already morning.

“I could be better” you shrugged a bit and pulled yourself up just enough to sit on the bed. You frowned at him. “What is it you’re not telling me?”

“I got claimed last night, close to the end of the game” he said, and the tone on his voice still not helped you understand how he felt about that. “My father is Poseidon”

“Percy, that’s incredible!” you said, trying to encourage him to be happy. You knew what was going on his mind. Why did you abandon me and mom? Why did you not stay or showed up to tell me this yourself? “I am happy for you. I really am”

“I have to go, Quiron made promise I would let him know when you woke up. I’ll come back later, ok?” you nodded and then he leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Love you, sister” he winked playfully and then walked out of the infirmary.

“You’re right, you know. You could definitely be better” Luke approached your bed, coming from one of the corners of the room. He probably had been expecting Percy to leave to speak alone with you. Why, you had no idea, but you liked it. He sat at your bed like Percy had before, close enough for you to be able to that he had a purple mark on his cheek that you were pretty sure wasn’t there before you blacked out.

“What happened to your face?” you raised your hand and touched it with your fingertips gently. He got your hand in his, taking it away from the mark.

“Let’s just say those sons of Ares got what they deserved” he said, expression incredibly calm, like he hadn’t just admitted to get into a fight because of you.

“Luke, you shouldn’t have!” you told him, even though you could feel your body a little bit warmer by the thought of him defending you like that.

“Of course I did, those idiots shouldn’t have attacked you. They have been training for three years already and you have for just a week. Was unfair, even Quiron said so” he squeezed your hand in his and sighted heavily, eyes going to the floor for a moment. “They only did it because of what you mean to me”

“W-what?” you couldn’t help but stutter. What had he meant with that?

“Did Percy tell you he got claimed?” Luke asked, completely changing the subject. You thought about insisting, but after having being saved by him, you came to the conclusion that give him some space was more than fair.

“I’m happy for him” you said, honestly. “But now… I feel like I’m the only outsider here”

“Your mother or father will claim you soon” he squeezed your hand again, making you look him in the eye. “Trust me, don’t worry about it” you nodded, smiling. You knew he was just trying to comfort but still, it felt good. “And also, as long as you don’t get claimed, you’ll be able to sleep close to me in my father’s cabin. Isn’t that great?”

You laughed at that, and he also did. Looking into Luke’s eyes in that moment, you realized that after last night, your feelings had just gotten greater and stronger. You liked Luke, really did.

And for whatever reason, the sons of Ares thought that Luke liked you too.

#imagine #x reader #fanfic #imagines #percy jackson imagine #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #luke x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic

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jjmaebank · 4 years

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Amnesia - JJ Maybank

a/n: this is based off the classic song Amnesia by 5sos, I'm sorry but I'm acc tempted to write so many more purely based on 5sos songs cuz there r so many GEMS. this one’s just a classic and this album reminds me of my childhood jfskk

LISTEN TO THE SONG WHILE READING (if you want lol)

Flashbacks are in italics!!

warnings: sad :((

Words: 2.8k

[GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO OWNER]

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

JJ would drive by the beach every day just to get a glimpse at your special spot through the car window. When you first left he would sit there for hours, running his fingers through the sand that the two of you would lie on as you stared at the stars. He would sit there for hours hoping that maybe if he stayed there long enough you would appear next to him. He would sit there remembering the countless times you spent getting wasted and talking about stupid things.

“Don’t you think that there are enough cows in the world for them to coordinate a mass uprising against the meat industry?” You asked as you stared up at the star scattered sky.

JJ chuckled as he stared at you with absolute adoration.

“Babe, cows aren’t humans...they can’t coordinate a global rebellion,” he laughed, his eyes never leaving your face as you scrunched up your nose in protest.

“But they did it in Animal Farm,” you pouted, the alcohol had really clouded your logic.

“What the hell is Animal Farm?” JJ asked, still smiling at your passion for social justice.

“Oh, I forgot you don’t read,” you teased, turning your head to meet his gaze.

JJ rolled his eyes and began to tickle you in response causing you to erupt into fits of giggles.

“Why would I read when I have you to give me in depth summaries of every book in the world,” he smirked, continuing to tickle you.

Your laughter. It hurt him to even remember the sound, but every time he cracked a joke with the pogues he wished he could hear it again. He wished he could watch the way your dimples showed and your eyes crinkled as you burst into a fit of laugher. He wished he could watch the way one of his jokes sent you into hysterics to the point you were holding your stomach, to the point you were out of breath. But he also wished he could forget.

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted.

Your last kiss. It was breathtaking. You’d spent the whole day out on the water with the pogues, swimming, snorkelling, soaking up the sun. JJ remembered this day as one of the most epic days of pogue history; it was the last time you were all together as one, as one big happy family. He remembered the overwhelming feeling of pride he had as he watched you beat Pope in a shotgunning challenge.

“That’s my girl!” He yelled as you downed the beer and smashed the can down on the boat as Pope continued struggling with his.

You smiled and hopped on his lap, giving him a quick peck as you celebrated being the coolest girlfriend anyone could ever have.

You were his soulmate, or that’s what it felt like, for him at least.

He remembered walking you back to your house on The Cut that night, your fingers interlaced as your hands swung with your steps.

“Today was amazing,” you smiled, masking a sadness that JJ hadn’t noticed at the time.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” JJ smiled, tracing small patterns on your right cheek with his thumb.

You leaned into his touch, knowing it would be one of the last you experienced, but you didn’t want to spoil this perfect moment.

JJ leaned in, connecting his lips with yours in a soft yet passionate kiss. But you immediately grabbed him and brought him closer, increasing the intensity of the kiss knowing it might be your last. Your lips tasted like your strawberry flavoured lip balm, but with a slightly salty tang from the sea, and he loved it.

Your lips glided against each other in such harmony it was as if everything about the two of you was meant to be. Your fingers ran through his locks of blonde hair, tugging at the nape of his neck. He responded by hooking his fingers in the loops of your jean shorts and pulling you against him.

Eventually, you pushed yourself away from him gently and smiled.

“Goodnight, babe,” you smiled.

“I love you (Y/N),” JJ whispered into your hair as he pulled you in for a hug, not knowing that his words had almost made you cry into his shirt.

“I love you too, JJ Maybank,” you responded, knowing it would probably be the last time he believed you when you said it.

And even though your friends tell me you’re doing fine Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he’s right beside you?

It had been a year; a whole year since you’d left. You’d come back to the Outer Banks a few times during the holidays to visit your parents, but you’d never once gone to see him. You had a new boyfriend. JJ had seen him a few times the one time you brought him home with you. He knew he was biased but he didn't like the look of him, he reminded him of Rafe Cameron and he couldn't comprehend why you’d done what you did just to end up with him.

JJ would watch you from afar, making awkward eye contact whenever you ran into him at The Wreck, but neither of you had the courage to say anything. It had been a year but JJ could still read your emotions from a mile away. You looked lonely, abandoned, lost. At least that was what he kept telling himself like a mantra to stop him from breaking down or punching something every time he saw you.

However, he would ask Kie how you were every time you left and she would be brutally honest and tell him you seemed like you were doing fine. And every time he heard those words it would break him a little bit more.

When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you? Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie? If what we had was real, how could you be fine? Cause I’m not fine at all.

JJ remembered the first time he heard him talk to you like that, like you were nothing. You’d accidentally spilt your drink on him at the Wreck and you’d started laughing about it as you would’ve with JJ.

“What the fuck!” He yelled.

“Babe, it’s just soda,” you giggled.

“Yeah and it’s gonna stain my new fucking shirt,” he growled, “god you’re so fucking clumsy.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, but JJ knew that his words had more effect than you lead on.

JJ had stood up from his chair to go confront the asshole but John B grabbed him by his shirt and sat him back down.

“Don’t, JJ...” John B said sadly, knowing it hurt his best friend to see the girl he loved with someone else, but he knew that if he involved himself with you right now it would only hurt him more.

JJ would lay in his bed and wonder how it was possible that you could be so...normal, so okay, so fine. It made his heart ache as he realised what the two of you had must have been a complete and utter lie. There was no way you could just forget about what the two of you had unless it never meant anything to you in the first place.

He would go through periods of hating you, punching the walls in his room and screaming as he convinced himself you’d lied to him the whole time. His life at home hadn't got any better, but at least he could say his father’s punches didn't hurt anymore. The pain was nothing compared to the hole you’d left in his heart. He would take a thousand beatings if it meant he could have you back. But you were fine, and he was far from it.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving I remember the make-up running down your face And the dreams you left behind you didn’t need them Like every single wish we ever made

JJ would replay the moment you left over and over again, trying to fathom how you could have done such a thing to him, the person you claimed to love most.

JJ heard a knock at his door. His dad wasn’t home, but he could come back at any moment, so naturally he was concerned as to why anyone would come see him when he was the one trying to escape this household.

“(Y/N)?” JJ asked, confused as to why you were stood on his porch. “What are you doing here? You know it’s not safe.”

The concern that laced his voice made your heart break as you dreaded what was about to escape your mouth.

“We need to talk...” you replied sadly.

JJ’s heart rate went up. Those words never lead to anything good. He observed your facial expression but you were stoic, the only hint to how distraught you were being the faint dark circles under your eyes that showed you hadn't slept. And you hadn’t. Not a wink.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” JJ asked, the concern in his voice even more evident, except his concern had shifted from your safety to whatever you were about to tell him.

“I-I have to tell you something,” you confessed.

JJ ushered you into his room and sat you down on the edge of his bed, sitting down by your side.

“What is it? You can tell me anything,” JJ continued, being the loving boyfriend that he was.

He had no idea what was coming for him.

“I’m...I’m leaving, JJ,” you sighed, your voice shaking as you feared his response. He tended to lash out when his emotions got the best of him.

“Leaving? What do you mean? Like for a bit?” JJ spouted questions, hope still laced in his voice.

“No, JJ...for quite a while,” you said, the tears that you were holding back finally escaping.

JJ’s eyes widened, his hands balled up into fists.

“W-what?” He choked, tears of his own brimmed his eyes.

“I got this amazing opportunity to study in Europe,” you continued. “I know I’d planned on going to UNC Chapel Hill so I’d be closer to home but I applied for their semester abroad programme not thinking I’d actually get it.”

At this point you were speaking too fast for JJ to even comprehend what you were saying. In fact, he wouldn't have been able to even if you’d spoken slowly.

“A semester, that’s not long?” JJ asked, some hope resurfacing.

“I know and that’s why I applied for a semester but they said they can only offer me the year abroad programme...” you explained, crushing his remaining hope.

“And you’re taking it?” JJ asked angrily, the skin on his knuckles going white from how hard he was clenching his fists.

“J...I have to...you know it’s my dream to study in Paris,” you said, going to rest your hand on his.

He pulled away from your touch instantly, causing your heart to sink.

“How long have you known?” He asked, looking down at the floor.

“Not that lon-” you started before JJ stood up angrily.

“How goddamn long, (Y/N)!” He yelled, looking down at you.

“3 months,” you whispered, letting another tear fall down your cheek.

All you wanted in this moment was for JJ to wipe your tears gently and caress you, hold you, but he couldn't even look at you right now, let alone touch you.

“3 fucking months?!” He yelled, his rage consuming him and anger clouding his vision.

He immediately turned to his wall and punched it with all his force causing a deafening cracking noise.

“JJ your hand!” You exclaimed as you stood up, knowing that was the sound of a bone or two breaking.

“I don't give a shit about my hand right now, (Y/N)!” He turned around to face you.

His eyes had gone dark and his lip was trembling. You did this, and you hated yourself for it.

“How could you keep this from me for 3 months?” JJ’s voice cracked, his own tears finally escaping.

You went to wipe them but again, he flinched away from your touch.

“I wanted this summer to be great, epic even! And it was, JJ it was... like yesterday on the boat, that was one of the best days of my life! I didn’t want it to be ruined by the fact I was leaving,” you cried, your mascara starting to run down your face.

“But it was all a fucking lie, (Y/N)! You do realise that right?” JJ continued shouting, this time tugging at his hair angrily as he paced around his room. It broke you to see him like this but you were the only one to blame.

“Don’t say that J...that’s not true...”

“You don’t get to say that! You knew you were spending your last moments with us, with me. I didn’t!” He yelled, glaring at you. And for the first time ever he looked at you with what looked like resentment, hate.

“Did you just expect me to be fine with this, with you just dropping this on me out of the blue?” He continued.

“No, I didn’t,” you whispered, “but I didn’t want our last summer to have an expiration date on it you know...”

“That is so unbelievably selfish, (Y/N),” JJ stated, his words cutting like knives.

“You’re fucking SELFISH,” he continued, causing more tears to pour down your face.

“JJ please don’t say that...I did this for us, so you could remember us happily!” You sobbed.

“Well you did an excellent job at that, well done,” JJ laughed sarcastically, clapping his hands in a fake applause, “because this isn’t sad at all right?!”

“J-” you started, your whole body shaking at this point.

“No,” he said, “just get out.”

“What?” You whispered, looking at the boy you loved who couldn't even look you in the eyes for more than a second.

“I said get out,” he repeated.

“JJ please, I don’t want us to end like this!” You pleaded, your throat closing up feeling as though it was wrapped in barbed wire.

“I said GET OUT!” He yelled, tears streaming down his face, his voice coated in pain. He hated how he was acting towards you and he knew he’d regret it but he couldn’t look at you. He didn't want to hear your voice right now.

You nodded sadly, wiping your tears, your mascara now smeared on your face and coating your fingers.

“I love you...” you said gently.

You waited a moment to see if he would respond, but he remained silent, refusing to look at you. You sighed in defeat before walking out of his room and out of his life.

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia And forget about the stupid little things Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you And the memories I never can escape

‘Cause I’m not fine at all

That day was scarred into JJ’s mind. There was nothing he regretted more than the way he had acted. He still didn’t understand why you’d hidden it, he would’ve been upset at first, but ultimately he would’ve cherished every day with you even more. But he knew you weren’t selfish, and he knew you didn't mean to hurt him. You were trying to protect him and your last moments together. He still thought you’d gone about it the wrong way and in some ways you did too, but what was done was done. He simply wished he’d had the self control to keep himself from saying the things he did, and to say the things he didn’t.

He never told you he loved you back. That was his biggest regret. He never said goodbye. That was his next regret. You’d left for Paris two weeks after you told him about your year abroad programme there. Two weeks. He could’ve spent every minute of those last two weeks with you, but instead he spent it alone, avoiding you at all costs. His pride stopping him from apologising and his pain stopping him from being around you at all.

It hurt him so much that you’d ended that way, and as much as he wanted to put the blame on you, he knew he played a part in it too. But it was too late to reverse the damage. All he longed for now was to forget. He’d spent a year hoping you would come back and hoping you could go back to being JJ and (Y/N), the power couple of the Outer Banks. But when you came back with him, he realised it was too little too late.

All there was left to do was erase you from his memory.

A/N: holy shit that made me SAD, amnesia is my cry song. FUCKSJF I'm sorry, but like at the same time I'm not cuz like I'm kinda proud of this

tagging some lovely people: @maybe-maybanks , @baby-bearie , @obx-sos , @drewtruly , @drewstarkey , @spilledtee , @thelocalpogue , @heliopvth , @jmaybank , @ruelstyles , @jjmaybanky , @jjmayibeyoursbanks , @jjmayspanks , @ceruleanjj

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skullrock · 4 years

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the campers, chapter three - Steve x Reader

gif by @harringtown

chapter three: the truce

series summary: Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]

chapter summary: You and Steve bury the hatchet - and you’re not happy that you’re kind of enjoying his company.

warnings: swearin’!

word count: 2.7k

a/n: you can catch up on the series here! hope yall like the developments!

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The next morning, you head off to breakfast, Dustin’s plea still ringing in your head. Once grabbing your food, you scan the cafeteria for Steve. You find him quickly, sitting by himself at a table in the corner. You can see him playing sadly with his french toast and bacon. It’s quite pitiful. Sighing heavily, you walk towards him, dragging your feet underneath you. You slam your tray down and pull out a chair. Steve looks up, surprised and confused.

“Hello?” he asks, leaning back slightly in his seat.

You don’t say anything. Instead, you take a drink of your juice, staring over the edge of your cup with narrowed eyes.

Steve wonders if maybe he’s a ghost. You don’t seem to be paying attention to him - well, except to glare. He looks around to see if anyone else notices, then clears his throat. “Uh -”

“I’m only sitting here because Dustin told me I should give you a chance, okay?” you spit. “That’s the only reason.”

“Oh.” Steve swallows hard and looks down at his tray again, unsure and anxious.

You continue to sit in silence while Steve picks at his food, before he finally says, “Look, I’m really sorry, okay?”

“Sure,” you scoff.

“I mean it!” He scoots his chair back and places his elbows on the table. “I really, truly mean it. I know I was a jerk -”

“Do you remember when you pushed me into the lake?”

He stares, dumbfounded.

“Or when you and your cronies stole my favorite t-shirt? Do you remember that?”

Steve frowns. “I don’t, but I’m sure it happened.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you remember?”

Steve leans back, thinking. A faint smile crosses his face. “I remember that bracelet you always used to wear. With the glass beads? It was blue, wasn’t it?”

You blink. “Yeah, it was.”

“I remember that.”

“What else do you remember?”

Steve sighs. “Not much. I remember I was a major asshole, but I don’t remember exactly what I did.”

“Maybe Tommy can remind you,” you say bitterly.

“Tommy?” Steve scoffs. “I haven’t talked to Tommy since junior year.”

“Oh.”

It’s quiet for a moment until he says, “I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve that. No one did. God… I was such an asshole.”

You laugh. “You don’t have to talk about yourself like that just because I’m here.”

His brows furrow. “But I mean it.” He pushes his french toast with his fork again. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. I just know I don’t like who I was.”

You both frown, staring down at the table. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, though - it feels more comfortable than anything between you two has ever been.

You realize that Steve’s a broken boy. He fell hard on his royal ass, and now he’s nothing but a jester. You feel pity for him. You can see your younger self in him, lacking confidence and self love. He’s lost and confused, and he desperately needs someone to provide him a map. You decide you’re going to help him, as much as you dislike him.

You extend your hand out to him. “Truce?”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“I want to call a truce.”

Steve stares at your hand hesitantly before taking it, shaking firmly. You drop your hand and resume eating, asking him about what he’s been up to since the last time you saw him. Steve’s shocked, but happy. He starts to eat his own food, finally, feeling a bit better about himself.

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“I got a C- in chemistry,” Steve says.

“Then what are you doing here?”

You’re trying to teach Steve some of the more elementary-level chemistry experiments. He has to learn how to do everything before he’s placed where he most excels. You know immediately he won’t be excelling here - which is fine, of course. So you attempt to teach him some fun things that would most likely impress a boy who paid more attention to girls than class.

“I didn’t fail,” he says. “I just… barely passed.”

“How many times did you use dumbass chemistry pickup lines on the girls in class?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, but he’s smiling. “What are we doing?”

“It’s called ‘cloud in a bottle.’” You hand him a pair of goggles. “Put these on.”

“Are you serious?”

“Do you want to burn your eyes out?”

“But I don’t look good in these.”

You roll your eyes, putting yours on. “Who are you trying to impress, Steve? There’s no one here.”

He sighs loudly and puts them on, adjusting his hair to make himself look more presentable. You roll your eyes once again and hand him a plastic bottle and alcohol. “Pour enough in to just cover the bottom.”

He does so. You notice how his eyebrows knit together when he thinks, how he bites his tongue to focus. Quietly, you say, “You’ve got this, Steve.”

“Thanks.”

“Swirl it around in the bottle so it coats the sides.”

He does so dramatically. You can tell he used to be the class clown. You take it from him when he’s done and place it down, grabbing an inflation tube and a rubber stopper. You put them together as Steve watches - he seems interested, at least. You put the rubber stopper attached to the inflation tube into the top of the bottle. “Watch this, okay?”

You start to pump the inflater, allowing air to enter the bottle. You firmly push on the rubber stopper to keep it in the bottle. Steve thinks you’re overdoing it - it looks like the bottle is just going to combust. He almost says something, but you finally stop, quickly removing the stopper. When it’s removed, a cloud shows itself in the bottle, coming out of the top as well.

Steve jumps back. “Holy shit!”

You laugh. “Yeah, man, it makes a cloud!”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, then places them on his hips. “That’s so fuckin’ cool.”

“Watch your mouth!”

He’s shocked. “There’s no kids here!”

You smile and elbow him gently. “Now you try the whole thing by yourself.”

Steve does so, and it goes well. He’s perhaps even more excited this time than he was the first time. He doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t have to. Clouds in bottles are cool.

“If this is what we did in class, I would have liked it more,” he says, taking off the goggles.

“You’re very easy to please.”

“It’s a cloud in a bottle, dude!”

“I’m aware,” you quip. “There’s more you should learn, but I think you would probably like to learn how to do something physical?”

He nods enthusiastically. “What do you have in mind?”

===

You’d never seen someone kayak for the first time without flipping, but Steve manages to do it flawlessly. He’s really good at it, too; his strong arms certainly help. You watch him as he smiles, dipping the paddle in the water; right, then left, smoothly and calmly. He learned the strokes easily, expertly reverse stroking and sweep stroking. He’s in his prime here on the lake, and you can’t help but smile as you watch him.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you relaxed.”

“I like moving,” he says. “Keeps my mind off of stuff.”

You nod. “Well, you’re pretty good at it.”

Steve smiles and avoids your eyes. “Thanks.”

The sun is setting, casting a pink and orange glow on the water and land. You bask in the breeze, Steve joining beside you. “It’s pretty, huh?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I love it out here.”

“Me, too.”

Steve doesn’t talk too much, or crack a smile around you; but he beams and hits your kayak with his paddle. “Race you to the shore?”

“No, Steve, that’s dangerous -”

He splashes water at you and grins, his nose scrunching. “You just don’t want to lose.”

You splash water at him, too, irritated, but it only sparks a war. Soon, you’re soaking wet, as is Steve, and you can’t stop laughing. You’re pissed - you don’t want him to make you laugh. And yet he does, dorky charm and toothy grin making you double over in your kayak.

“Okay, come on, cut it out,” you pant. “Seriously, Steve, stop.”

Steve’s a little disheartened - he thought you were having fun for once. But he relents, paddling slowly back to shore while you watch him, angry at yourself for giving in. You just wanted a truce, not a friendship. Despite your wishes, you can feel the cracks in your plan starting to form; and you’re starting to get a soft spot for the guy.

===

Over the next two weeks, Steve excels in everything. He takes a bit longer to grasp some of the STEM concepts, but he’s a fast learner. Steve surprises even himself at how good he’s doing, even getting the hang of math he never, ever knew before. He wonders if it’s from the learning environment. Whatever it is, he loves it, and he’s having a lot of fun. Even Dustin notices how good he’s doing.

“Holy shit, that might be the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Dustin says one night at dinner. “I never thought you’d be able to explain what velocity is.”

Steve taps his fingers on his temple. “Knew this thing in my head would work sometime.”

“You’re doing great man, really,” Dustin says, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “What do you think your designation will be?”

“I hope it’s intramurals.” Steve smiles faintly. “That would be pretty fun.”

“Yeah, well, the girls sure do like watching you.”

Steve drops his fork. “What? What girls? Which ones?”

Suzie comes over then, though, and Steve’s left in the dark. He’d ask you, later - you would probably give him the hard truth.

===

The next day, everyone waits to get their designations. You all wait in the conference room that you started in, chattering excitedly. Except for Steve, who is more anxious than he’d be if an interdimensional monster had sprung through the wall.

Steve bounces his leg beside you, and you reach out to stop him. “You’re shaking the entire table.”

“I’m nervous,” he groans. “What if they don’t place me anywhere?”

You roll your eyes. “First of all, you have to have a designation. Secondly, you’ve been good at everything. Stop worrying.”

“Am I good at everything?”

You almost make a joke, but you remember how unsure of himself he was the first day you officially talked to him. You turn to look at him, meeting his eyes. “You are, Steve. You’ve impressed everyone here. Even me. And that means a lot, because I don’t find you as attractive or cool as some of the other people here do.”

Steve gasps and leans forward. “Who?”

“Alright, don’t cream your pants, bud,” you say. “Everyone here is just really taken with you, alright?”

It’s true. The female cabin has not stopped talking about Steve since the first day. They’re in love with him - it makes you sick. You tried to reason with them, change the subject, but it’s no use. Steve’s the popular guy yet again, just like he was at camp when you were younger. It’s like a never ending cycle of hell when it came to Steve in your life. At least this time, the attention doesn’t go to his head.

Not only the women, but the men love him, too. They think he’s “righteous,” despite being mostly quiet. They like that he’s dorky, but strong and handsome at the same time. It gives them hope, which you find quite hilarious.

Your comments don’t deter them, though. Steve’s close with everyone at camp, loved by all: but he tends to stick to you for some reason. You’re his mentor, sure, but you don’t understand why he chooses to sit with you at lunch, or accompany you to the science labs. He’s like a fly that you can’t swat away - and you’re almost, kind of enjoying his company.

Steve leans back, trying to hide his smile. He doesn’t want to seem like the attention gets to his head, because it doesn’t. He just likes to feel liked. He likes to feel like he has a home where he’s comfortable, safe, and appreciated. He’s found that here, and he’s really happy about it. The light is back in his eyes, the spring back in his step, and he just feels like himself. For perhaps the first time in his life.

Josh enters and claps his hands loudly to get everyone’s attention. Steve grabs onto your bicep nervously, and you roll your eyes, shrugging out of his grip. He then starts to bounce his leg again, and you think maybe you should have just let him cling onto you instead.

“You’ve all impressed us so much the past two weeks!” Josh exclaims. “Really, really well done. We’ve found a place for everyone easily. Are you all ready?”

Steve’s stomach flips and his leg starts going faster.

“For fuck’s sake, Steve, calm down,” you hiss, but you feel excited for him, too. You elbow him gently and give him a reassuring smile.

Steve waits for his name to be called. Everything else seems like white noise as his thoughts race. What if he’s not good at anything? What if he gets placed somewhere that he isn’t good at? What if he fails?

“Steve, you’re on intramurals.”

He nearly jumps out of his chair. It takes all of his self control not to - instead, he punches the air under the table, a breath of relief coming out of him. You look over at him and hold up your hand, signaling for a high five. He gives you one - it makes your hand sting, but his happiness is infectious.

“You did it,” you whisper. “Good for you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

You scoff. “No, Steve - you did it.”

I did it. It feels weird for him to say it in his head, but a wave of relief and calm runs over him. I did it.

You’re placed in the science area, of course, which you’d done last year. You consider yourself to be good at it - plus, the kids always had fun. Their reactions to the experiments were very similar to Steve’s, and it never failed to make you smile. You’d be able to see your favorite campers there, too. You were always impressed with what Dustin and Suzie could do.

As everyone files out, Steve looks to you, face twisted in concern. “What about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Will I ever - you know - see you?”

It’s an odd question, and Steve hurriedly adds, “I mean - because we’re friends, you know. It would be weird not to see you now.”

“I’ll see you in the cafeteria and at night,” you say. “Weekends, too. The staff always has late night bonfires. I’ll see you there, okay?”

Steve nods. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” There’s another awkward pause before he adds, “Thanks for mentoring me. I learned a lot.”

A laugh escapes your lips. “You should thank Josh for putting us together when I begged him not to.”

Steve’s face falls. “You… begged not to be paired with me?”

You mentally kick yourself. “That was before the truce, Steve.”

He frowns and grabs his things. “Okay.”

Steve really thought you were actually friends now. And even if your begging was before the truce, it still hurt. He didn’t mean to bother you - he just thought you both got along well. His shoulders slump as he heads for the exit, and you call out, “Steve?”

He turns around, jaw clenched. “Yeah?”

“I’m happy he paired us.”

“You don’t have to say that -”

“I mean it.” You walk towards him and hold our your pinkie. “I mean it. I don’t want to enjoy your presence, Steve, but I do.”

He smiles and rolls his eyes a bit, taking your pinkie. “I’m just that irresistible.”

“Alright, don’t push it.”

“Right - sorry.”

===

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Forging A Heart (Ivar the Boneless) 17- Goddess

Pairing: Ivar x Artemis (OFC)

Word Count: 5586

Warnings: Slight mature content, nothing major

AN: Ya’ll have no idea how much I love this GIF of Ivar. His eye roll is literally what I imagine him doing all the time.

16- Free

...

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Steady your stance.

Pull the string.

Release the arrow.

It was a lot harder than Artemis anticipated.

She missed her target, a small, dark rabbit that fled the moment the arrow pierced into the damp earth beside it.

She sucks her teeth.

"Mm, that was better, but you still lack the patience." Ivar says to her with a chuckle. To him it was second nature, but watching Artemis with a bow was like watching a babe attempting to walk.

He sat as comfortably as he could on a chair brought by one of his many other thralls, and he watched as Artemis lowered her bow in defeat. It amused him to see her strive for perfection. It reminded him of himself when he was a child and still learning the ways of archery.

At his heels were his obedient elkhounds brought with him from Norway, eager to run wild and hunt even in the early summer heat. They were the same ones Ivar threatened her with, but that was neither here nor there.

He held one of them tightly in place with a leather strap, the other 3 pulling hard against a male thralls grip. They were beautiful things, large, with cream and black fur and large dark eyes. The hounds were adorable at first glance, but they were fierce, destroying anything in their path with ease if Ivar commanded them to.

Ivar snapped his fingers, and the wolf like dogs immediately ceased their whinning, staring up at their master with expecting eyes.

"Go." He commands, both he and the thrall letting go of the leather, the hounds instantly fled into the trees. All 4 returned with a dead rabbit in its mouth in a matter of minutes, surrounding their masters feet.

"Your hounds are show offs." Artemis pouts while Ivar grins, giving his beasts meat treats as the thrall collects the rabbits.

"Who else is to provide our dinner if you can't manage to shoot anything?" He says with a tired chuckle. His features betrayed him, revealing his discomfort from the usual pain that inflicted him daily, but it passed just as quickly as it came. He extended his arm out, palm open as an invitation for Artemis to hand over the bow.

Once securely in his hand, Ivar places his crutch to the side. He looks about slowly, listening to the sounds of the forest with his blue eyes closed and his lashes dusting over his cheekbones. Moments like these were the ones that Artemis admired the most, quickly scanning her eyes over him.

Ivar was no master of blades, but he was extremely skilled with a bow, and he almost never missed his target, Artemis had witnessed it many times when he use to train with his brothers.

Suddenly his piercing eyes fluttered open, and he silently motioned for Artemis to hand him an arrow from her quiver.

"Wha-"

"Shh."

He quickly reprimands her, putting a finger over his lips before placing the arrow in its place and stretching back the bow string as far as he could, aiming the sharp arrow towards the bright green tree tops. He stared up toward the skies for a moment in comfortable silence. Artemis would have spoken again if it weren't for the whizzing of the arrow soaring through the air at a raging velocity.

The tree tops shook a bit, and a squeal emitted from its depths before a dark shadow descended from above, falling at the foot of the large tree trunk. How Ivar had the ability to shoot down a squirrel from such a distance was beyond her, but most impressive nonetheless.

"Did you not mention your patron goddess was a huntress?" He asks with a smirk, and Artemis rolls her eyes with a snort.

"I am named after a goddess, but it does not mean I am one." Ivar shrugs, handing her back the bow.

"I like to think you are." He says, turning his blue gaze towards the familiar brown.

Artemis blinks, only able to conjure up a shy smile as she felt her cheeks burn. A strange feeling began to flutter in her lower abdomine. It was a strange feeling indeed, but she liked it, the fluttering intensifying when he bites his lips in apprehension.

"And what have you done to elicit such flattery from my brother?" Both too distracted with each other, they failed to noticed Hvitserk watching their scene, smirking at them in the way all the brother's

It was borderline infuriating.

"Shut up, Hvitserk." Ivar says with a growl, far less malicious than he wanted. He watches his hounds charge from sniffing at the green pastures to leaping towards his older brother in excitement.

"Forgive me for interrupting," Hvitserk laughs, trying to individually caress eat dog that pounced up his legs, "But the bishop has come to a decision. He wishes to speak with you."

Ivar hums nodding his head as he grabs his crutch, "Very well. Perhaps we shall gain a warrior on our side."

"Why do you wish for the bishop to fight for you?" Artemis asks quietly, cocking her head to the side in curiosity, "I thought you hated Christian's?"

"I thought so too." Hvitserk agrees, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"I suppose there are a few that aren't so bad." Ivar speaks just as quietly, his penetrating gaze lingering on her for another moment before motioning with his hands for the party to head back into the city.

...

The bishop, after being humiliated in the streets of York by the foreigners, proved himself, killing a taunting man before Ivar's very eyes and swearing allegiance to him. To sink a knife into another man's flesh and ending his life was enough to ignite Ivar, it could be seen in the way his eyes glowed.

Plans were set in motion once again, this time with King Harald Finehair, who had been a head strong ally with them thus far. The viking settlement in York would be overseen by one of Ivar's men now that the king of Northumbria was eliminated and the kingdom of Wessex weakend tremendously. Many who came with the Ragnarson's decided to stay in the Yorkish settlement, and that included Arvid and Alfhild. Artemis didn't know whether it was their decision or Ivar's, but she supposed it was for the best.

Alfhild was pregnant, perhaps a sign of their gods that their growing family should remain on English soil until their call back to Kattegat would come.

She was excited as any future mother would, rubbing her still flat belly in affection for her child to be. Arvid was pleased, though not as much as a man who truly loves his wife. There was a pride in knowing that a man could impregnate his woman, but if he could not love her, then what was the point? Arranged marriages usually ended in this way, loveless and disconnected, but it was clear Alfhild held much love for her husband who was as stubborn as mule. Arvid was a good man, but like most men, he failed in the arts of love.

The news spread rather quickly: Ivar the Boneless's slave was a woman whose life was now her own to command.

A few men saw it as an advantage to steer their eyes away from their duties. Admirers would visit to forge for idle talk, much to Artemis's annoyance, and Arvid's. Usually he'd send them away with a mouthful of curses.

Ivar remained good spirited. The leader of the largest army known to man spent whatever free time he had giving her archery lessons on days where he had the most time to spare. Normally any great leader would strain their minds on more pressing matters, but Ivar always seemed to make the time for her. She never asked for it, but she was starting to enjoy him company.

Artemis supposed life was bearable, for now. Ivar treated her well as he said he would, with a decent space in the church of her own, and she had access to as much food as she could want. After supper, she'd collect as much as she could, offering bread and fruit to the other thralls who were in far worse conditions than she’d ever been. It was the least she could do.

She spends her days in the forge with the other smith's, repairing weapons and restoring the ships, replacing the large iron nails holding the thick wood together. Her nights were held under candle light, mending and creating new chainmail.

Sometimes, her mind wandered off to her father, and whenever it did, she'd have to pause to gather herself before she could burst into tears.

The only thing she could hope for was for the dreadful weather to clear.

...

The weather never did clear.

The rains of York bombarded them. Each day the clouds grew darker and closer, bringing with them the harsh rains that soaked them to the bone. It worried some if they were to travel in a few days time in such conditions, but the men worked through it, preparing their supplies for their journey back to the north.

Ivar managed to crack the iron on the side of his brace, and Artemis spent her morning welding the split metal back together. After wiping her hands on a wet cloth, she quickly puts her cloak on with the hood over her face, running through the showers and into the church.

Inside was mostly vacant, save for a few guards that roamed about with ale in their hands as their pass time. Their eyes lingered on her for a moment, but she learned to ignore it.

The bishop sat alone with a dreary look on his face as he was clearly annoyed with the intoxicated guards. He was seated among the many rows of benches placed within, his chained hands set atop the wooden table top with a plate in between of bread and cheese.

He greets her with a nod of his head. His dirty hands worked to rip apart bread, popping them in his mouth and chewing the pieces unbecomingly. She returns the greeting, quickly making her way to Ivar's chamber.

"You will not like what you see." The bishop's smile was hidden behind a crust of bread. Her obvious confusion amused him.

"What?"

Heahmund chuckles in the way that older men do, deep and guttural. He shakes his head, ripping another piece of bread.

"I've heard many rumors of the boneless leader and his...condition," He begins, watching Artemis's mouth twitch at the corners, "Well, nevermind. I suppose you will see soon enough." Annoyed with his chatter, she stomps over to the chamber, finding the door slightly ajar.

She hesitates, before stepping in.

"Prince Ivar, I've repaired your braces as reque-" She stops, eyes wide at the scene before her. The blonde, Freydis, was completely naked and looming over a shirtless Ivar with a predatory smile. She was in the middle of kneeling, before both look towards the intrusion.

His fingers paused their skimming over the nakedness of her side, and Artemis thought it would be in her best interests to leave such an intimate sight, yet she found herself momentarily frozen in place.

"Gods, Artemis, have you no regard for privacy?" Ivar reacts quickly, pushing Freydis away roughly as he eyed Artemis with a look of...well, she didn't know what to call that look. It was strange, almost apologetic.

"F-forgive me." She stutters, placing the sack with his braces neatly into a corner before running off. She stops beside the bishop, placing a hand over her beating heart as she let's out a shuddering breath. The bishop raises a brow, watching her in amusement as she places her hands over her face in embarrassment.

"I warned you."

"Shut up." She snarls at him, dashing off into the rain without another word. The last thing she heard was Heahmund's laughter echoing after her.

She stomps into the forge, the heat of the fire mixed with rain made an uncomfortable combination of humidity and moisture, dampening her mood further.

"Did Ivar favor the repairs?" Arvid asks cautiously, raising at brow at how disheveled she looked. He was already sensing her foul mood. They were barely on speaking terms, treading softly around each other, but he knew when she was upset, and it was very obvious that she was now. He didn't want to leave her alone, but his duties were to help the other men load their wares onto the ships. He places his cloak about his shoulders, awaiting an answer.

"It was fine." She grunts, not meeting his eyes. Arvid frowns, placing on his hood.

"I am to help the others gather the supplies for departure. See to the repairs." With that he stepped out into the rain, leaving her alone with her troubling thoughts.

So what if he preferred the company of Freydis? That was no business of hers...she attempts to lecture herself.

She peels off her cloak, tossing it aside carelessly. Her hair was soaked, chunks of it across her brow and cheeks from running without her hood on.

The scene replayed in her mind over and over again. The image of Ivar's face and how his fingers lingered over Freydis's skin was seared in her mind. She wondered how his touch would feel on her own skin before scowling.

"Shit." She groans dramatically, wasting no time in busying herself pounding away at the whatever weapons needed repairs. She was glad for the distraction, as her mind raced with unholy thoughts that bolied her blood. She found comfort in the sounds of metal hitting metal, the pattering of the rain soothing her for once.

The familiar scraping of metal and the stabbing of a crutch engulfed the empty forge. She sighs, her eyes peering up at Ivar as he entered. Now fully dressed and looking very much like himself, he was certainly amused.

She glares but says nothing, looking back at the task at hand. The blade was almost new again, and with one more dip in the fire it would be complete.

"Artemis," Ivar grins, grabbing a stool to sit beside her as she worked, "I can hear your ridiculous hammering from my chambers," His smile remained, and before she could raise the hammer again to beat the sword, he curls his fingers around her wrist, halting her actions.

"Something is troubling you." He remarks, easily snatching the hammer from her hand. She rolls her eyes, placing the sword into the bucket of cold water behind her. It was finished anyway.

"I am fine. " She replies stubbornly, attempting to grab the hammer, but he successfully holds it away from her. Even sitting he was much taller then her, and he held the hammer above his head like a child stealing another's toy. Artemis scowls, not bothering to reach for it anymore.

"Why are you here?" Ivar rolled his eyes, handing her back the tool.

"I think it only right to check on the work of my blacksmith."

"Here," She says, removing the sword from the bucket to shove the blade in his face, "Here is my work. Good?" Ivar smirks, humming as he moved two of his fingers to push the blade away from him.

"She was just a whore, Artemis, a bed warmer." She gives him a sharp look, watching as his blue eyes twinkle with mirth. He was teasing her.

"So?"

"So why do you seem so upset?"

"I am not upset."

"You're a terrible liar." She scoffs, pursing her lips.

"They say you freed her. Is it true?" Ivar hesitates.

"Yes."

"I wonder what she has done to merit that," Artemis mutters, "But I suppose it is no concern of mine." She turns away from him, wanting so badly to hide her emotions.

Ivar frowns.

"Artemis, look at me." She sighs, but obeys, moving to bring her gaze back to his. He reaches a hand out, gently moving away the wet pieces of hair from her face with a chuckle. He admires her for a moment, watching her lashes flutter in nervousness. Her cheeks were flushed, and she worried her lip between her teeth.

Ivar sighs, bringing his hand back to run it down the expanse of the new braids he sported. He couldn't bring himself to admit what he was truly feeling, and neither could she. Instead he teased her, offering her a toothy grin.

"Did you want to be in Freydis's place? Did you want to be the one about to suck me off?"

There it was, the reaction he knew was to come. Her face transformed into that of an angry wolf, eyebrows arched and lips set in a line. She wanted to punch him so badly, feeling her fists curl up on instinct.

She stops herself. Still not a good idea to punch a viking prince.

She quickly grabs her cloak, removing her gloves and tossing them at Ivar before stepping out into the foul weather. She needed to think, and be away from him.

...

"So, have you done...anything with her...yet?" Hvisterk inquires, ripping the meat off a chicken bone with his teeth, chewing unceremoniously. Ivar sat quietly, picking at his food, his mind running off.

"Who?"

"You know who, " Hvitserk rolls his eyes but continues, "Because if you don't, I would not mind." He shrugs, a smile breaking out when his brother glares at him.

"You will do no such thing." Ivar growls, slamming his hands down on the wooden table top, immediately silencing the church. He looked around before motioning for everyone to continue their meals, and so the chatter began again. Hvitserk laughs, tossing the chicken bone at Ivar, who quickly swatted it out his way.

"So I see she is still yours without being yours. Tell me brother, how can you have such a brilliant mind for war, yet such ignorance towards affection?" Hvitserk wasn't much of a romantic man himself, but even he wanted to feel the tender touches of love.

"Blame these useless legs." Ivar snarls. His nose flares in annoyance, reaching out to gulp down his own ale, and once he finished it, he grabbed at Hvitserk’s. He slammed the cup down when he finished, and after a moment, he relaxes, drumming his fingers over the table top and finally meeting his brothers eyes.

"Artemis is a distraction," He begins with a hiccup, "She is a Christian."

"That cannot be the issue," Hvitserk snorts, reaching out to eat another leg of chicken, "She is educated in our ways, you saw to that. I think you're scared baby brother."

"Hvitserk," Ivar warns, "Shut. Up."

"And she is beautiful, Ivar, " He continues, lowering his tone, "You decided to free her. You know men will venture towards her like hawks. If you desire her, then claim her." He shrugs.

"She is not the type to be...claimed, Hvitserk. She is not like...Freydis." He mutters the blonde girls name as if a poison were coated on his lips. She had been so convincing, whispering in his ear all the things he wished to hear, telling him the things he was capable of, and yet it all felt so wrong. Especially seeing Artemis's eyes after that.

"What happened with that anyway? Was she any good?" Hvitserk asks, crossing his arms over the table and leaning forward with a suggestive wiggle of his brows.

"Nothing happened," Ivar hisses, "She couldn't-I couldn't," He hesitates, "Artemis walked in on us-"

"She what?" Laughter bubbled in Hvitserk's chest, and he couldn't hold back the grin, "Ivar you must be daft. You’re setting her up to fall into the arms of another! As I said, I wouldn’t mind taking her off your hands-"

"I will fight you and all the others that dare approach her!" Ivar booms, slamming his hands onto the table, raising himself up as if ready to pounce at him. He gulps down the sudden rage, his eyes blinking, noticing his men once again stop to look at him.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Hvitserk asks, far use to his brothers outbursts. Ivar exhales through his nostrils, willing himself to relax. Slowly, he lowers himself back down with a plop, his eyes following his brother as he gets up and leaves the church.

He sighs, ripping apart a loaf of bread, and shoving the piece in his mouth.

How could he feel the way he did for a Christian? He swore to the gods he would stay faithful to his people, and to be with a true northern woman, but he found himself less interested in the women faithful to his gods, and more interested in that insuffereable woman faithful to her one.

"Shit." Ivar groans, dropping his head into his hands.

He was stupid.

...

Daylight came to an end and it had continued to rain in light showers that evening when the moon began to rise into the sky. Artemis searched for a moments peace, leaving the other blacksmith's with the remaining work that needed completing.

She bid England a farewell, knowing she'd never cross the sea again to view its horizon. Although it rained as if the sky were weeping, the surrounding nature was beautiful. Maybe not as beautiful as the hills of Crete or even the mountains in Norway, but it was peaceful.

There was a little yelp behind her, and she felt light nips against her ankles. Looking down she smiles at the pup as it cocks its head at her before wagging his tail, jumping on 2 legs to balance his paws on her leg. He was small, and a bit malnourished, with cream colored fur, black floppy ears and snout.

She often gave him bits of food when she had the chance, giving the pup reason to trail after her.

She smiles, bending down to scratch him behind his ears, grateful for his company. Picking a spot on the dewy grass, she spreads her cloak over it before laying down and closing her eyes with a content sigh. The rain had finally stopped and she was grateful, breathing in the night air. The river Thames' rushing waters helped to sooth her nerves.

It had taken some time, but her anger diffused. She couldn't be angry at him anymore, it was nearly impossible. Or perhaps she was just tired.

Or stupid.

The hound went to snuggle beside her, seeking out her warmth. It must have been an eventful day for both hound and girl, but they could forget all their troubles in that moment.

"Goddess of the moon, and hounds? And perhaps of torment as well." Ivar's voice was unmistakeable. Artemis could pinpoint it in a noisy crowd if she needed to. The sound of his voice in the distance was enough to have the hound act in suspicion.

"Prince Ivar." She greets him, eyes still closed, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He slithers along the damp grass, shushing the baby hound when it moved to growl at him.

"I never thanked you for repairing my braces, so...thank you." He plops beside her, laying down with his arms behind his head.

Artemis cracks an eye open with a snort. She turns to look at him, her eyes following the line of his profile. Ivar had his long hair loose, the dark strands forming waves from his earlier hairstyle, spread over the grass. It was a look Artemis was enamored with, but would never cared to admit. He was handsome indeed.

"Something tells me that is not why you are here." She says, and he finally turns to look at her, his blue eyes hard with determination.

"I wanted to...apologize for earlier. I did not mean to tease you so." Artemis sat up, turning to peer down at Ivar with a look of disbelief.

"Prince Ivar the Boneless does not apologize."

"I am being serious."

"So am I." He huffs, turning away from her to look at the moon, bright among the stars.

"It's fine." She finally says.

"That's it? It's fine?"

"Yes. "

"I meant what I said, you know," He continues, "Freydis was only a whore to warm my bed." He could almost hear how hard she was thinking.

"It's fine," She repeats, "There is no need to explain yourself, P-"

"Ivar," He cut her off, "You may call me Ivar." She pauses, fingers passing over the pups fur.

"Ivar." She corrects with a sigh, biting her lip to fight back a smile. It was different addressing him without his title.

She plops back down against the damp grass, her eyes moving across the night sky to catch a glimpse of all the stars. There was a comfortable silence that fell between them as they looked up at the heavens.

"Do you ever wonder," Artemis begins, "About the night sky, or the moon and stars?"

"No." Ivar snorts.

"There are stories my ancestors believed of the night," She recounts, "My father use to tell them to me when I was a girl."

"We have stories too. Nótt is the night sky, Mani the moon, and one of Aurvandil's toes is that star right over there." He points up, turning with a frown when Artemis laughs.

"What's so funny?"

"A toe?"

"Yes," He grunts, "What is it you Christian's believe?"

"That God created everything, of course."

"How dull." She laughs again, rolling her body to her side, finding he was already looking at her.

"The old Greeks believed the stars were people rewarded by the gods for noble deeds." Ivar smiles through his confusion.

"I like Aurvandil's toe better."

"It's, uhh, a beautiful toe, I suppose." Ivar chuckles, leaning up on his elbows.

"Why the sudden interest in the stars?"

"It was never sudden," She says, "I would sleep under the stars everyday of my life if I could. It is a comfort to admire the beauty in this world when it can be so cruel."

"Do you think me cruel?" Ivar utters the words softly, lowering himself to face her. It was getting darker, her features hard to make out with the simple light of the moon, but there was enough to see the surprise in her eyes.

"I...I think you cruel when the moment calls for it. Because you feel you need to be." Ivar closes his eyes for a moment, swallowing the lump in his throat. She was right.

"Cruelty wins wars. It conquers land," He pauses with a shaky breath, "But it would not win your heart." Her brows knit together in confusion.

"What?"

Ivar rolls his body closer to hers until he looms over her, maneuvering himself easily between her legs. She didn't put up a fight, though her eyes were wide with shock. He holds himself up, putting a hand atop her chest and feeling how her heart beated like drum.

"What must I do to win your heart?" She blinks up at him, debating if she should take him seriously.

"Why would you want to win my heart?" She holds his stare, their breaths puffing over each other with every timid exhale, "I thought perhaps you held the heart of another."

Ivar sucks his teeth, knowing exactly of who she meant. He dips his body lower until their chests touched and the tip of their noses brushed. His hair shields the sides of her face, cocooning her with his intense eyes. She hesitates before bringing her hands up to his chest, skimming the leather until her fingers curl over his shoulders.

"You are a foolish girl, you know that?" He chuckles, "A beautiful, yet foolish girl." He pauses, biting his lip in nervousness before gently placing his lips over hers.

Her lips were so soft, molding against his like a dance they had rehearsed over and over again. It was everything he could have hoped for, and he already begins to feel the buzz of excitement. She grips the back of his neck, bringing him closer, needing to feel his warmth. She melts into his kisses, feeling a pleasant heat engulf her.

It was...perfect.

After what felt like an eternity, their lips parted with an obscene sound, and he places his brow on hers, breathing in her scent of damp earth. Artemis brings a hand up to trace her fingers over his face, down the length of his nose, and to his jaw. She bites her lip, feeling her skin blaze like a fever.

"Do you really think me foolish?" She whispers, her eyes lingering over his lips before trailing them up to his eyes. They lit up when he smiles, crinkling at the corners.

"Did you really think she could warm my heart?" He counters.

"It was quite convincing." She mutters, "I thought perhaps I’d have to make one for you as I did your braces." She shifts her head away from his to save herself the embarrassment.

"Stop," He says gently, nudging her face back with his nose, "Do not hide from me anymore." He rolls off of her, and within a few seconds, he tugs her over him, her legs coming to rest on either side of his thighs. She grips the neckline of his leather vest to stabilize herself, and his hands sneak up to settle on her hips.

"Ivar, I-"

"Just listen to me, Artemis," She nods, resting her hands over his chest, "I was never fortunate enough to show affection as plainly as any other man could." He takes in a breath, closing his eyes as if to sum up the courage, before opening them again.

"I cannot explain it, but there is something you ignite in me that I could not ignore, no matter how hard I pleaded with the gods to make the ache in my heart stop. I can no longer ignore it." This time he turns his face away from hers, and this time, she brings him back, her palm brushing gently over his sideburn.

"Do not hide from me." She repeats his words with a smile, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear. The same fluttering sensations in her abdomen from days ago resurfaced just from the simple intimate action.

"My heart aches for you." He admits, and she could feel his heart beating wildly as he said those words, his eyes swimming with...fear. She watches him carefully in silence.

"Artemis." Ivar pleads in a tone that was foreign to her ears. He was anxious.

"What of Freydis?" He sucks his teeth, lifting himself on his elbows to get a better look at her.

"If I truly wanted her, would I be wasting time revealing my heart to you?"

"I am not sure what you would do, Ivar." She admits, and he sighs, understanding her skepticism.

"I've never used her before." He mutters under his breath.

"Hmm?" Another sigh.

"I said, I've never used her...services before. Today would have been the first time." Artemis lowers herself over him, pushing him back down so that her face hovered a few inches above his.

"Are you lying?" She questions.

"No, baby bird, I am not," He smooths her over with the nickname, bringing both his hands up to grip the sides of her delicate face, her eyes suddenly glossing over.

"I did not have the strength to rid my thoughts of you. I thought perhaps she could rid them for me. For once, I was wrong." He runs the pads of his thumbs over her cheekbones, and her eyes flutter at the sensation.

There was silence for a moment as their eyes battled each others.

"You torment me." He whines.

"Not a pleasant feeling, is it?" She laughs at the pout forming on his pink lips, letting him guide her back to his lips. He nips at her lips, smiling when she moans in what was a mixture of discomfort and desire. She pulls away, panting slightly as she buried herself in the crook of his neck.

"You are not alone in your affections," She mumbles over his skin, "But I must confess that I am afraid."

"I must confess the same," He says, "Love turns even the bravest of men into cowards. I see that now." She shifts her face to skim her lips over the hot skin of his face before lifting her upper body up again.

"Hmm." She considers his words as she shifts her hips over his, watching how his eyes screwed shut, mouth falling open. She freezes, unaware of what she’d just done.

"Fuck," He growls, his fingers sinking into her hips, "How did you do that?" Her eyes widened, totally naive of her own actions.

"I-I dont know." She stutters. Ivar shifts her hips over his again, and she chokes, closing her eyes as her body trembled from the foreign sensations.

"That," Ivar moans, drinking in the sight of her own face of pleasure, "That."

She feels him growing under her, the pressure pushing up against the heat between her legs. She licks her lips, feeling a desire surge through her that she'd never experienced before.

Ivar stares up at her in wonder, chest heaving and hands twitching over her hips before pulling her down for another heated kiss. His large hands explore the expanse of her back, settling right on the dip, pushing down to follow the rhythm in which she moved.

"I've never done this before." He pants shyly over her lips, releasing another moan that seemed to vibrate through her.

"Neither have I." She pants back, gripping his shoulders tightly.

"But the rumors-"

"Forget the rumors," She interrupts him, moving back just enough to make eye contact, "You believe love is what you feel for me?"

"I do." He nods without hesitation. She throws caution to the wind, swooping down for another kiss before replying.

"Then show me."

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sams-sass · 4 years

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Cursed Pt. 5

GIF not mine

Hello! Here is part five to cursed, thank you for all the love! Look out for part 6!

Read Parts One, Two, Three, Four and Six Here

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Six

Summary: Times throughout your pregnancy.

Warnings: Fluff. Fluff. Fluff. Ok, so I have never given birth before, so if this is not how it happens I am very sorry lol.

Characters: You, Sam, Dean, Cas

Pairings: Sam x Reader

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Your body was tangled in the sheets and Sam. His breath was hot against your skin as his chest pressed against your back. You moaned slightly, and you ran a hand across your sweaty forehead, suddenly feeling sick. You licked your lips and felt all the moisture run out of your mouth, your breathing spiking. You pushed yourself out of bed and raced to the bathroom, catching yourself from taking a tumble a few times. You somehow made it to the toilet in time before spilling the contents of your stomach. Your cheek was pressed against the cold tile when Sam found you on the floor. You had stripped down to your skin and laid on your stomach on the ground.

“Y/N? Baby, you ok?” He said, placing his hand on your back and rubbing in small circles. You let out a loud groan and rolled over, letting Sam lift you slightly into his lap. Your head fell against his chest, and you relaxed as you listened to his heartbeat. He easily lifted you off the ground and carried you back to bed, letting you rest while he got you a glass of water. You chugged the glass and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Thank you.” You said as you placed the glass on the nightstand and laid back against the pillows.

“Anytime.” He said, coming to lay next to you. “Are you sick, or do you think it's morning sickness?”

“Well, I hope it's just morning sickness. I don’t want to be pregnant and sick.” You chuckled, slightly rolling your body into Sam’s, his arms immediately coming around you. His scent calmed you instantly, and your eyes fluttered from exhaustion. You were feeling more tired than usual, and you knew your body was starting to change drastically. Sam was always helping you through everything and being so kind and patient through it all. He was supportive, amazing, and God, you loved him.

You woke the next morning feeling better and a little more rested. You stretched and realized that Sam was no longer beside you. Getting up, you slipped on leggings and a large t-shirt before you went to the bathroom to wash up for the day. You made your way into the kitchen, and the smell hit you like a brick wall. One hand went to your mouth as the other went to your stomach, your back hunching forward, and a gag left your throat. Sam turned to look at you, his eyebrows coming together as confusion came over him. You ran from the kitchen back into the bathroom to throw up more, not understanding how you could have more in you. Sam slid in behind you, grabbing your shoulders and stroking your hair slightly. You lifted your head, breathing hard, and leaned your head against your hand on the toilet seat.

“It was the smell of eggs. It made me sick to my stomach.” You explained as you stood and walked over to the sink to brush your teeth again.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry. I’ll go throw them all away and make some pancakes.” He said after he brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead. You finished brushing your teeth, got another drink of water, and then walked into the kitchen again to find Sam over the stove. You smiled and sat down at the table, watching the muscles in Sam’s back move under his shirt while he poured and flipped the pancakes. You were so lucky to be so in love with this man that you stumbled upon one September night in Indiana. He took care of you in every sense of the word; you only hoped you could return the favor to him and your baby.

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You were in the bathroom getting undressed so that you could take a shower. You stripped your shirt over your head, your eyes falling on yourself in the mirror, immediately stopping in your tracks. Your hands fell to your stomach as a small smile crept over your face. You were starting to show; there was a growing bump that you could trace over with your hands. You stepped under the warm water and let the heat relax, your muscles starting to get a little sore. You made your way to your bedroom and walked inside, grabbing pajamas out of the dresser before taking your robe off. Sam glanced up at you when the robe fell to the floor and stopped in his tracks. He got off the bed and made his way over to you, falling to his knees. His large hands cupped your stomach, his thumbs running over the skin by your belly button. You laced your fingers into his hair and smiled down at him. He placed his forehead against your chest and closed his eyes, taking in the moment.

“I love you.” He said; his breath was hot on your skin, and his chest rumbled against your stomach when he spoke.

“I love you too, Sam.” You answered, feeling him kiss your stomach.

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You walked into your bedroom, taking your shirt off so you could put on a bralette and call it a day. Your shirt and bra's restriction was starting to make themselves known, and you needed to feel free. You were on the bed in nothing but a bralette and a pair of Sam’s boxers when he walked in the room; his eyes landed on your body. Lust clouded the hazel color, and he walked towards the bed, a smile dancing over his handsome face.

“My boobs are getting bigger.” You said, staring up at him.

“I see that.” His eyes traveled down you.

“My clothes are too tight.” You ran a hand through his hair as he crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’ll buy you new clothes, anything you want.” His lips connected with yours. Sam was always passionate; he always aimed to satisfy. Lately, however, it was a whole new world. He couldn’t get over you; all he wanted was for you to feel pleasure.

“I thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you like this…I can’t believe your mine; you’re the most amazing and beautiful thing I have ever seen.” He said, pulling away from you but still keeping his eyes locked onto yours. You smiled at him before pulling him to you once more so you could fall into bliss once again.

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“God, I want pizza.” You mumbled, your legs out in front of you on the couch.

“On it!” You heard Dean shout from the library.

“How the hell did he hear me?” You asked, lifting your head to look at Sam, giggling. Sam just shrugged with a small smile on his face and continued to watch the movie. Twenty minutes later, the smell of fresh pizza wafted through the bunker. Your mouth began to salivate, and you jumped up with excitement. You ran into the kitchen and grabbed a slice, sliding it into your mouth and moaning slightly.

“Good?” Dean was standing next to you, eating directly from the box as well.

“So good.” You raised your eyebrows at him. Your stomach was bigger now, so you couldn’t lean against the counter, and you were shifting your weight back and forth on your feet.

“You ok?” Dean asked, looking down at your feet.

“Yeah, my ankles are just a little swollen, and it's hard to stand on them for a while.” You explained while grabbing another slice.

“Sorry, my niece or nephew is giving you such a hard time.” He laughed. You turned towards him and smiled.

“No. No, it’s not the baby’s fault. I just wish I had stronger ankles.” You and Dean were both laughing now as you laid a hand over your belly.

Two days later, you walked into the living room and had to take a second look. Next to the couch sat a recliner that wasn’t there the day before. You looked around the room and then walked over to it and noticed a note addressed to you sitting in the seat. You picked it up and immediately knew Deans' blocky handwriting.

“Kid,

Don’t say I never did anything for you. Love you.

Dean.”

You smiled again and sat in the chair, feeling the relief wash through your bones and joints. Your eyes closed, and a contented breath left your lips. You rolled your ankles as the feeling extended down your legs and into your feet. You heard boots echoing on the walls and opened your eyes to see Dean standing with his arms folded over his chest.

“Thank you.” You looked at him with a large smile on your face.

“Your welcome.” He nodded and walked over to you, a smile on his face as well. “Are you hungry?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I’m always hungry lately.” You laughed, folding both your hands across your stomach.

“I’ll whip up some dinner.” He kissed your head and left you in your chair feeling safe, loved, and happy.

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You were in the kitchen with Sam making some tea; he was talking really excitedly about a new piece of lore he found when suddenly a feeling extended from your stomach into your back. Your face fell, and a hand flew to your stomach immediately. Sam stopped what he was doing and placed a hand on your shoulder, silently asking you if you were ok.

“The baby…the baby’s kicking.” You said, looking up at him and smiling. Sam placed both his hands on either side of your stomach, but nothing happened. You both waited patiently for your baby to kick once again, but it didn’t happen.

“I guess I will have to wait for it to happen again.” He said, disappointment evident in his voice. Just then, the baby kicked again, and Sam’s eyes opened wide. “Oh my god! Hi baby, it's me, your dad.” Sam was getting emotional now; he swallowed thickly and waited for more. The baby quickly resumed its kicking, and Sam’s face was just about the best thing you had ever seen. His dimples were showing in his wide smile, his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were wide and searching.

“I think the baby likes your voice.” You said, resting a hand on his cheek. Sam couldn’t respond. He just looked at you and pulled you to him. His lips overtook yours, and you quickly melted into him. This was everything you always wanted.

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You had just gotten out of the shower and were trying to put lotion on your legs.

“Ugh!” You stomped your foot and placed the lotion back on the counter.

“What is it, baby?” Sam’s arms came around you, his hands slid to the bottom of your stomach and held it up slightly, giving your back relief.

“Nothing.” You sighed, leaning your head back against him. “I just feel like I can’t do anything anymore; my stomach is always in the way.” As much as you loved being pregnant and watching your stomach expand, the limitations to perform everyday tasks were starting to get on your nerves sometimes.

“Here, let me,” Sam said as he got down on one knee in front of you, placing one leg on his thigh. He rubbed the lotion into your skin, his long fingers massaging into your soft flesh. He worked your ankle, allowing the swelling to calm slightly before he ran his hands up your calf. He used two hands to manipulate the lotion into one leg's skin before moving onto the other. You rubbed the oil that Rowena sent you onto your stomach; it was a combination of lavender, rose, chamomile, and vitamin E oils that really helped your skin stretch without leaving marks. Sam placed one leg gently on the floor and allowed you to shift your weight before picking up the other leg and starting the process all over again.

“Thank you.” You said with a smile; Sam’s face turned from one of concentration to admiration as he looked up at you.

“Anytime.” He responded before getting back to work. You knew he meant it; there was nothing he wouldn’t do for you and now this precious baby too.

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Sam’s hands were on your shoulders as he walked you through the halls, a blindfold on your eyes.

“Where are we going? What’s going on?” You asked for about the tenth time.

“It’s almost ready; hold on.” He said, turning you to the left as stopping you abruptly.

“Ready?” You heard Dean say, excitement in his voice.

“Ready,” Sam said as he took the blindfold off. You blinked a few times before your eyes clouded over with tears. You were in the spare bedroom that sat next to you and Sam’s room, except now it was painted a beautiful baby blue. The ceiling was a dark shade of midnight blue with stars painted everywhere. A rocking chair sat in a corner covered in blankets and pillows. Next to it a dresser that had pictures on top of you, Sam, Dean, and one of Cas. There was a crib on the far wall that already had sheets and a mattress ready for the baby. A swing sat in the other corner with stuffed animals nestled into the sheets. A changing table and a stand sat next to the door. You made a full circle, coming to face them once again. Tears were running freely down your cheeks as you pulled them both into your arms at once. Dean kissed your head and pulled away to look at you, his smile contagious.

“Oh my, God!” You said, clasping your hands together and putting them to your lips. “This is the most perfect and amazing nursery ever; thank you so much!” Your hands fell to your chest, and you took a large breath into your lungs.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’m just glad you like it.” Dean said, placing a hand on your back and pulling you into a side hug.

“I love it! It’s absolutely beautiful.” You wrapped your arms around Deans' waist and nuzzled your face into his neck. You both laughed together before you let him go to embrace Sam.

“Fun fact: the stars are correct. Cas painted them exactly as they actually are in the sky.” Dean said, looking up at the ceiling.

“No way.” You said, looking up too.

“Way.” He nodded. The three of you stood in the nursery and took in the feeling of warmth and emotion surrounding you. This felt real when you took the test. It felt real when you saw your stomach growing. It felt real when you felt the baby kick for the first time. Now, standing in this room that would be your child’s room was almost overwhelming. This was it, your baby would be here in about a month, and you could hardly wait.

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You woke with a strange pain in your back. You rolled over and tried to get comfortable again; you were so big these days it was hard ever to feel comfortable. The pain happened again about 20 minutes later, and placed a hand on your back as your face scrunched in pain. You stood and waddled your way into the kitchen for some water, keeping a hand on your aching back. You were able to fall back asleep but woke again to this pain in your back and sides. You didn’t want to wake Sam as it was only three in the morning, but this felt different. You stood again and put on the outfit that you had planned to go to the hospital in before making your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You then went to wake Sam, pushing on his shoulder slightly. He rolled over to look at you, panic all over his face.

“I think it’s time.” You said, standing and allowing him to sit up. “We should head to the hospital soon.”

“What?!” He all but shouted. “Are you sure?” He asked you as he leaped out of bed and began throwing random things into a bag.

“Pretty sure.” You nodded and placed a hand on your back again as more pain came from your back and sides. Seeing you in pain seemed to calm Sam down weirdly. He helped you sit on the bed before making his way to the bathroom and getting dressed. You rested on the bed as Sam woke Dean to tell him what was happening and get all your stuff ready. You both had a bag packed for a week or so now so getting yourselves to the car was the easy part. Sam drove to the hospital as carefully but quickly as he could. The doors opened, and you were thrown into a wheelchair before you could say anything. Sam walked with you and the nurses up to the room, doing anything to remain calm. You were put into a hospital gown and laid down on the bed before a nurse came over to give you an IV of fluids. The contractions were coming faster now and becoming more painful. It was time; you and Sam were about to become parents.

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A scream tore from your throat as you laid in the bed; sweat covered your skin, and pain radiated down your spine. Sam had one hand on your thigh, holding your leg up, and the other was holding yours, allowing you to squeeze as hard as you needed to.

“One more push, you can do it.” A nurse said from beside you. You nodded and propped yourself up on your elbows one more time and pushed as hard as you could. Screams were echoing throughout the room when you felt your body give. There was a stillness in the air as your daughter came into the world. A cry left her perfect lips, and the doctor held her up so you could see her. She was the perfect thing you had ever seen. A towel was quickly draped over her, and she was wiped somewhat clean before the nurse handed Sam the tool to cut the umbilical cord with. You could see his strong hands shake slightly and his face filled with wonder. Your daughter was then placed on your chest, and Sam was immediately by your side. His fingers ran through your hairline, and he placed a large hand on his daughter's back, covering her almost completely. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on your forehead; when he pulled back, he was crying, and then it all hit you, and you let the tears come as well.

“Hi Y/D/N.” You whispered to her, she stopped crying at the sound of your voice, and you snuggled her tighter.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” Sam said as he kissed both of your cheeks. “That was the most incredible thing I have ever seen; I love you so much.” He kissed you fully on the mouth then, your tears mixing. She was retaken from you so she could be properly cleaned and swaddled and so you had time to change into a new gown. The three of you were taken into a different room where you would spend the night.

You were sitting in bed with Sam propped up next to you and your daughter in your arms when Dean and Cas walked in. Dean’s face was one of pure love and adoration when he looked at you and his niece. Sam stood and wrapped both of them in a tight hug.

“Come meet your niece, Y/D/N.” Sam offered to Dean and Cas as he sat back down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Congratulations, Y/N, motherhood suits you,” Cas said, looking deep into your eyes and letting the left side of his mouth turn up in a smile.

“May I?” Dean asked, holding his arms out and raising his eyebrows.

“Of course.” You nodded and handed her to Dean, careful of her head. She squirmed in his arms slightly but soon settled and remained sleeping. He stared into her face, and you watched as his lips parted slightly. You saw his chest rise and fall quickly and the tears he kept in the corners of his eyes.

“She’s beautiful. Oh my god, she’s absolutely perfect.” He said, his body starting to rock slightly.

“We think so too,” Sam said, smiling at you, his eyes full of love and pride. Cas soon took her from Dean, and you all took your turns holding her and passing the feeling of love to one another. Things couldn’t get any better as your daughter was surrounded by the three greatest men you knew. They all were already wrapped around her small finger, and you knew this was the start of the rest of your life.

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amythedvdhoarder · 4 years

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Protection - Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warning: Angst, fluff and slight smut

Summary: Bucky cannot bear that Y/N was hurt because of him. He has to find a way to keep her safe. Forever

Word Count: 3.6K

Author’s Notes: GIF not mine. Apologies for any errors. This one is a little longer, building up to mature themes in part 5. Please feel free to let me know what you think, any comments welcome. Let me know if you want tagging.

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An arm tightened around your waist as you started to shift in your bed. Considering you had been screaming in the middle of the night, you felt well rested. The warmth pressed up behind you brought a grin to your face. Bucky was still there, he hadn’t left you. You sighed, wishing that both of you could stay like that forever. “Morning doll”, you turned within Bucky’s arms to face him. “Morning Buck” you replied. You couldn’t remember waking up and being greeted by a better sight. His blue eyes were soft as they examined your face, a smile forming on his lips.

You reached out you hand to some of the loose hair that had fallen across his cheek, tucking it neatly behind his ear. “How are you feeling Y/N?” The genuine concern in his voiced made your stomach flutter. You waited a few seconds before answering, you didn’t want to give away your emotions. “I’m alright, thanks for staying with me last night Bucky.” You meant it as well, you couldn’t believe how nice he had been. You two were close but you had never shared a bed. You had fantasised about waking up wrapped in Bucky’s strong arms, chest pulled tightly against your back and breath tickling at your neck. Had Bucky ever thought about that?

He had kissed you last night. You wondered if it had been done out of sympathy or whether it had meant something. It had meant something to you. Maybe he had only done all of this because he was returning the favour for all the times you had comforted him after his nightmares. 4 months ago, he had woken you up in the middle of the night screaming, you had rushed next door to see Bucky thrashing around on his bed. You had learnt the best way to calm him down was by talking to him and gently rubbing a hand up and down his arm. He had woken up one night whilst you were doing this and you ended up talking for the rest of the night in the kitchen over a hot chocolate. After then the frequency of his nightmares had begun to settle down .Until a month ago. After you had been injured he seemed to have nightmares every night. You would stay on the armchair in his room sometimes after he had a nightmare, just to make sure he got some proper sleep, but you always left before he woke up, or so you thought.

Bucky sensed you getting nervous, he watched as your eyes moved sided to side, a battle waging inside your head. He moved his arm away and started to sit up, giving you space. You too sat up slowly, you looked at a loose thread on your bedcover, wrapping it tightly around your index finger, you couldn’t look at him. Doubt casted a shadow over your memories of last night. He just felt sorry for you, you didn’t want to pressure him staying here with you longer than he wanted. Without looking at him you mumbled “Bucky, if you want to leave you can. I’m alright now. I wouldn’t want anyone teasing you for being caught leaving my room.”

You wanted him to stay but only if it was his choice. It was easier to give him permission to reject you, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. You didn’t want for him to have to explain why he was leaving your room to anyone, you were friends, good friends but surely, he wouldn’t want people to assume you two were anything more. He was way out of your league and people would pass comment, you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable around the others.

Bucky stretched out his arm, placed his hand gently under your chin, turning you to face him. You kept your gaze low, you couldn’t bare to look at him. “Y/N look at me” Stubborn as ever you didn’t meet his gaze. “Y/N look at me, please. I need you to look at me and tell me you want me to leave” he was pleading with you now. You bit you bottom lip and forced yourself to meet his eyes. You could see pain, confusion and a nervousness you hadn’t seen before. “Do you want me to leave? If you do then I will but if you don’t then…” His voice trailed off, blue eyes searching yours for any hint of a response.

You moved forwards and placed you lips on his. You expected him to pull back but he didn’t. He laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you closer to him deepening this kiss. “I don’t want you leave” you breathed against his mouth. Bucky moaned in response, continuing to assault your lips with his. Moving your body around you straddled his hips. His tongue licked your lips lightly seeking entry. You parted your lips and both tongues began fighting for dominance. Neither of you could get enough. His hands travelled down your back and crept underneath your tank top, taking a firm hold of your hips pulling to closer to him. Feeling brave you moved your hands up the back of his neck, finding the band keeping his hair tied back and pulled it off, burying your fingers into his hair. You could feel him getting hard underneath you hot core. You ground your hips down onto him and he let out an animalistic growl as you built up some friction between you. You peppered kisses along his jaw and he found the sweet spot just below your ear. You let out a gasp as he continued to suck and nibble at the sensitive skin. You pulled his mouth back to yours, wanting to taste him again. He let out a low moan and moved his hand further up the skin of your back. Both of you had no idea how long you were like this but you eventually pulled away from each other gasping for breath.

“Y/N” Bucky panted, “I love you, in fact I don’t think I could be more in love with you if I tried”. You leaned back, still on his hips, to look into his eyes. You searched the blue depths; you could see the same glint in his eyes as you had last night. You finally understood. “Bucky, I love you too”. You moved back towards him and placed a slow, tender kiss on his lips. He returned the kiss and chuckled against you lips, pulling apart again. He ran a hand down your cheek, then lifted you off his lap, surreptitiously placing you back on your bed. You mewled at the loss of contact and he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead. “Believe me doll I really want to continue this but we need to get ready”. You sent a questioning look his way as he started to get up. “Why?”. “Because Y/N, we are off on a date”. “Seriously Buck, we have known each other for ages, hell we spend everyday together.” He couldn’t argue with that surely. “I know Y/N but this is different, I can finally stop hiding how I feel about you and show everyone you’re mine.

“Not quite sure we officially agreed on that you know.” He pounced on you and attacked your mouth with his, there was a desperation about this kiss. Your arms quickly moved around him, holding him to you. You couldn’t think. He pulled away and looked at you before it could get more heated. “What was that Y/N?”. You licked your lips trying to get a hint of his lingering taste. “Alright Bucky, you got me, I’m yours. Always have been, always will be.” He sent you a massive grin, a triumphant look plastered all over his face. “I told you last night Y/N, you’re stuck with me forever.”

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Bucky left you to get showered and changed. He wouldn’t tell you exactly what he had planned but told you to dress casually and comfortable. Drying your hair, you looked into the mirror. You couldn’t remember a time when you had felt happier. Your pink lips still a little swollen from earlier, a blush swept onto your face as you smiled at the memories of Bucky telling you he loved you. It was like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. You drew your hair up into a messy bun, and routed through your wardrobe, settling on some cropped black skinny jeans and a loose white t-shirt. Just as you were lacing up your vans, there was a knock on the door “come in” you yelled. Bucky walked in with a grin plastered over his face. “You nearly ready doll?”. You finished with the lace on your right trainer and stood up, grabbed your khaki jacket and walked over to him. You reached up and placed a quick kiss to his lips, wrapped your arm around his waist and looked into his eyes. He looked amazing, as always. His hair like yours, pulled into a bun, his at the nape of his neck. He had dark denim jeans on that hugged him in all the right places, it took a lot for you not to run your hands over him. He had opted for a dark navy cotton shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. “You gonna tell me where we are going yet Barnes?” you poked teasingly at his chest. “Nah, this is too fun. I want it to be a surprise.”

Bucky took your hand and lead you out of your room. Your fingers intertwined with his, you sighed. “You ready for this doll?” Bucky said at you as you approached the shared kitchen and lounge. You nodded, tightening your grip on his hand. As you walked through into the kitchen Nat, Sam and Bruce were sat having a chat over breakfast. Tony was at the coffee machine, you looked up to see Bucky was ginning down at you. You beamed back at him as he stroked his thumb over you hand. “Oh my God. Y/N, Bucky I am so happy for you.” You hadn’t spotted Wanda on the sofa but she ran at you and enveloped you in a big hug “I knew it” she whispered in your ear. Sam had stood up and patted Bucky on his shoulder “About time man.” Bucky looked slightly embarrassed at this, had it really been that obvious to everyone. He didn’t care really, he had the girl he loved and for some inexplicable reason you loved him back. He felt like he was on cloud nine.

Your hands found each other again, both of laughing at everyone’s reactions. “You owe me 50 bucks Tony.” Nat called to Tony. Tony had stayed quiet during everyone else’s celebrations. “Barnes you better treat her right or you’ll have me to deal with” his tone laced with authority. You gave Bucky’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Tony, I’m properly happy for the first time in ages, please don’t ruin it, not today.” Everyone looked around awkwardly trying not to get involved. “Alight kid.” Tony raised his arms in defeat. “Sorry Barnes. Just want make sure you’re gonna look after our best girl.” Nat and Wanda shared a quick glance and shrugged. Bucky nodded at Tony and started to lead you to the door. “Go, enjoy. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Or maybe you should do those things” Tony yelled. You waved your free hand back towards your teammates, excitement bubbling in your stomach about the day to come.

Bucky had led you to the underground carpark, you thought maybe you were going to go out in his bike. You shot a puzzling look at him when he grabbed the keys to one of Tony’s convertible sports cars. “You sure Tony is going to be ok with this?” you questioned. “Of course, he will be. Tony may hate me but he loves you like a daughter.” You were going to stat arguing with him and make it clear that Tony didn’t hate him despite everything. But Bucky cut you off “I’ll take you out on the bike another time. We are off out of the city and I don’t want to aggravate your shoulder by making you sit on the bike for an hour.” Where an earth was he taking you?

Bucky opened the passenger door for you to get in, as you walked passed him, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips and got into the Audi. He got in and started the car, he put the roof down and looked at you. “You ready for the best date of your life doll?” You knew that this date was going to be incredible but you couldn’t help but tease. “Well, I don’t know if you will be able to top the ice cream shop by high school boyfriend took me to. That was a pretty awesome date, going to be tricky to beat.” Bucky reached over and tickled you “ok, ok I surrender” you said in between gasps. “I’ll remember that Y/N” he tried to be serious but you could see he was holding back a laugh.

Bucky drove you out of the city, you enjoyed the scenery and had to admit you were glad you weren’t going to be out in the city for your first date. Being part of the Avengers drew attention even in unsuspecting places. You were fairly unknown having only been part of the team for a year. Bucky on the other hand, after everything that had happened, was stopped by people regularly. He hated it, most people came up to him and said “oh my god, it’s the winter soldier. Can I have a selfie.” The attention wasn’t the worst part of it for Bucky. He hated being reminded of his past as the winter soldier. Sure, he had come to terms with it, it had made him the person he is today, in some ways it had allowed him to meet you. He just wasn’t happy about everyone reminding him about it, especially when he was just going out for a walk or to get a coffee.

“You hungry Y/N?” Food? You hadn’t had much to eat in the last 24 hours. Your stomach rumbled as it seemed to catch on. “Yeah I am absolutely starving.” Bucky chuckled and pulled the car into a diner. You both sat down looking at the menu, you could smell the tantalising scent of coffee and fresh pancakes. The waitress came over to take your order. She surveyed you and Bucky, her eyes lingering on Bucky, batting her lashes at him as he gave his order. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder “what you havin’ doll?” As you looked up to give your order to the waitress she glared at you. As she asked if that was all she seemed to have thought better of her attitude, she walked away sending a small smile back. “She is just making sure she gets her tip” you snorted “did you see how she glared at me when you put your arm around me”. Bucky grinned, “look at you getting all possessive. She hasn’t got anything on you doll. No one has.” You turned you head towards him and he caught your lips with his, his tongue licked along your bottom lip and you sighed. “Ahem, here’s your coffee” you both pulled away and muttered your thanks to the very disgruntled waitress, you supressed a giggle as you watched her storm away.

You chatted away to one another as you both ate your breakfast; pancakes for you and an omelette for Bucky. Bucky was telling you about Steve in the 40’s as you walked back to the car. You listened contently, asking questions here or there. You could tell Bucky liked talking about this time in his life, he was open and you could see a twinkle in his eyes. He then asked you about growing up with your uncle. He knew your parents had died when you were young and you ended up being looked after by your uncle. You told Bucky about how your uncle had ended up sending you to boarding school in the English countryside. He listened and commented on how difficult it must have been “It was alright really, I came to terms with it all when I was at school. If it hadn’t of happened, I wouldn’t have been picked up by MI6 and then shield.” You drifted off into your own thoughts, Bucky placed his hand on your thigh as he drove on. 10 minutes later you arrived at a gorgeous little town. “We’re here” Bucky said excitedly as he pulled the car up on a quiet street. “Where exactly is here Bucky?” “Harriman State Park, my mum used to bring me, Steve and my sister here as kids. You’re going to love it.”

You had to hand it to Bucky, he knew what a good date was. You had walked around the little town, he had shown you where he had been when he was younger. You ended up in at lunchtime in little cake shop that him and Steve loved as kids. He leaned over and wiped a bit of sugar from the doughnut you had eaten off your lips with his thumb, he put the thumb into his mouth sucking at it lightly. He pulled his thumb out of his “mmm cinnamon, good choice” You gasped slightly and could feel your face going red, he chuckled at your embarrassment. “Bucky” you groaned, punching him lightly on the arm “stop teasing.” “Where’s the fun it that Y/N?” he took your hand and pressed it to his lips. “Come on, the adventure continues.” You walked, hand in hand towards the lake. The views were incredible, it reminded you a lot of the lake district when you had visited with your parents at a young age. Bucky took you to the edge of the lake, hired a rowing boat and you spent a couple of hours exploring a water.

You didn’t want they day to end but you knew it was an hour back to the city and you would have to leave soon. As you walked back towards the car Bucky nipped into a little shop and came out with something in a paper bag. “Here you go Y/N, open it” he said as he handed you the paper bag. You opened it up and pulled out a postcard, it was of the state park. You don’t why but the gesture brought tears to your eyes. “It’s perfect Bucky, thank you.” Bucky pulled you into a bear hug, your head pressed tightly against in chest. He kissed the top of your head “I love you Y/N.” You looked up to him “I love you too Bucky.” He took your hand and you walked back to the car.

Bucky drove you back to the city, you watched him as he concentrated at the road. “You’re staring at me Y/N, do I have something in my teeth?” He checked his teeth quickly in the mirror making you giggle. “No, I just can’t believe this is happening. I keep thinking if I close my eyes I’m going to wake from this dream.” Bucky placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed small circles with his thumb. “This has been one of the best days of my life Y/N. I have dreamt about being with you for so long. I don’t remember being so content with my life”. You placed you hand over his “me neither Buck”.

Bucky swung the car back into the car park in the tower. You headed over to the lift. His warm hand crept under your t-shirt and stopped on your lower back. You spun to face him and reached up placing your arms around his neck, leaning up to capture his lips with yours. Your tongue toyed with his and your breathing quickened as his hands moved to your ass, pulling you closer to his body. You moaned as he attacked your neck with his mouth, your hands moving down to his shoulders, feeling the taught muscles on his back. The lift dinged as you reached your floor, you pulled apart. You caught a glimpse of the pair of you in the lift mirror. You looked exactly like you had just been making out, which of course you had but you didn’t want everyone else to know that. You noted how dilated both your pupils were as you straightened yourselves up a bit. You took his hand in yours and said “We’re off to my room.” “Yes Mam” he gave you a mini salute, chuckling at you. You walked briskly through the living room trying not to draw much attention. “Hey, how did the date go?” someone called out as you walked by “yeah good thanks” Bucky yelled from the corridor. “They seem glad to be back” Nat said knowingly, you could hear them giggling but you didn’t care. You wanted Bucky, no needed Bucky, they could wait. This couldn’t. You reached your door, you looked over your shoulder at him. There wasn’t an awful lot of his blue eyes showing now. He kissed and nibbled the skin on your neck as you opened your door, your eyes rolling in your head and imagination running wild with what was about to happen next. Bucky closed the door behind him and spun you around to face him.

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angelfishofthelord · 4 years

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wishing too hard for them to stay

You tell me you’re going to die and I don’t yell at you.

Instead I say “Let’s go for a walk.”

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Story title inspired by this song that I first discovered from an amazing gif-set by @flowersforcas . This is my first time to write Sam Winchester and I hope I did the character at least some justice.

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You tell me you’re doing to die, and I don’t yell at you.

You seem surprised by this. The way your shoulders tilt forward, as if you were ready to shield yourself. Your hands are twisted in the coat fabric at your side, prepared to steady yourself if I storm forward, hurtling accusations in hurricane force. Your eyes look right at me, but they’re hovering, able to dart quickly to the side to parry the full force of what you assumed would be my judgement.

Instead I say, “Let’s go for a walk.”

It rained this morning and the earth is still preening from the glitter of heaven’s shower. A few stray droplets roll down the back of my hair as I step outside and pull on a jacket. Your footsteps fall behind mine, tentatively crushing the damp eaves of grass. It takes about ten minutes of walking before the rhythm of your steps even to a more relaxed pace. There’s an alcove of trees a short walk away from the bunker; it’s the starting point for me when I go out for morning jogs. A white-painted bench sits beneath the spreading branches. I usually prop my feet up on the edge of one of the railings to retie my shoelaces before heading off.

“Still wet,” I mutter, brushing a hand across the few pools of water when we reach the bench. “There’s another bench up and around the hill

You make no move to show that you’ve heard me. You keep your hands nestled in your trenchcoat pockets, chin titled upwards to the burgeoning rays of sunlight, serenity ghosting over your closed eyelids. I wonder how long its been since you left the bunker with no mission or purpose in mind, just to take a walk.

Then the thought comes to mind that maybe you’re savoring the warmth of light because you’re already counting down the number of days you have left to feel the sun embracing your face and my knees betray me, buckling down until I catch myself and fold into that drenched bench.

The water soaks into my jeans and I remember that you’re going to die.

You sit down at my side, your head still lifted skyward. I follow your gaze to a small red-breasted bird birched high up on the tree across from us. A few leaves are swaying from the branches above, offering a kind of curtain with dramatic timing as the bird hops and preens its glossy feathers.

“I remember when birds didn’t have wings,” you say at the same time as I ask, “Why?”

“Because they were still learning to walk,” you reply, deliberately misunderstanding. “A creature has to master the ground before taking to the sky. They grew limbs that later developed into wings, and once they learned to fly,” your eyes drift after the bird that has hopped to the next tree, “they were never quite inclined to return to the ground.”

“Do you miss them?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

You blink for a moment, as if trying to figure out what I’m referring to, and I realize there’s so much that you’ve lost. Your home, your celestial family, your connection to Heaven, your closeness to the hope of a Father, your full strength of power, even your species is at risk now. Your wings are just one in a long procession of burials you’ve been forced to go through, and often alone. Before I can apologize and pull out the pin I’ve stuck in your chest you raise an eyebrow in comprehension.

“Oh. My wings.” The bird takes to the wide blue above and your eyelids flutter to watch it dip and weave over the horizon. “Not really. I sometimes wish I had them when one of you is in danger, but I don’t need them to go places anymore.” You turn to face me and I wish you hadn’t. “I have enjoyed my time right here, with you.”

Have enjoyed.

“We love you,” I say, trying to smile through the tears in my eyes. “You know that, right?”

You look mildly affronted at the question. “Of course. Why do you think I have to do this? You are my family and I won’t let you die. None of you.”

I open my mouth to argue that family includes you, too, and if you die that counts as one of us dying, but something sounds familiar in your words. You said them to me, to us before. When you took on the burden of cosmic consequences to save us from a deal we had made in desperation.

“I will not let you die, I won’t let any of you die,” was what you said at the time, standing on an open road at midnight with a blade in hand and body at your feet. “You mean too much to me.” My brother, mother, and I had done nothing but watch the torrent of your words and stare in silent shock. Because we didn’t know. We didn’t know that we didn’t just occupy a place in your heart but taken up the entire place, first, second floor and the basement. That you would put your name down to suffer without question if it meant keeping us safe.

The first time you died was only a few months after we first met. You stepped boldly into the wrath of an archangel, holding to nothing but a feather of hope that we could change the course of an already rising tide. The second time you died was also at the hand of one of your elder brothers. Again you walked into that execution likely knowing full well what would happen, yet putting one foot in front of the other because of that fraying barb of faith in us.

You have brokered dangerous deals and said yes to the devil and sold your happiness for us, for this family. You who has lived long enough to remember birds without wings and see creatures learn to abandon the dirt for the clouds, you who could once soar to galaxies we only dream of and traverse the world in a heartbeat, has chosen us to be the ones you die for. You have witnessed wonders language cannot describe, you have watched humanity build itself up from the ashes, and still you choose to sit at our dinner table and call us your own. You might live for another millennium but you rather limit your days to be here with us in this crumbling world.

“Is this what it feels like? To be loved by God?”

A sad chuckle sounds beside me and I realize that I’ve spoke aloud.

“I wouldn’t know,” you say with a slight shrug. “I’ve never been.”

“That’s not–you don’t know–” I falter, because part of me wants to tell him that a father always loves their child at some way, but another part of me knows that God is no ordinary father. “Maybe in the begin–”

“He killed my son.” The words come out low and bitter. “He watched me search for him, he watched me pray to him, he watched me–” your eyes fall to the twisting of your thumbs in your lap. Your chin is lowered now, almost touching your chest, and a shaft of sunlight from the tree above washes over you unnoticed. “He never cared about me. Or any of us.”

“But you do.” I tug an arm around you, nudging my shoulders against yours until you look up at me. “You’re better than him.”

The feeble smile you offer hardly feigns belief in my words. “I try,” you mumble. “My attempts often come out quite poorly, but I do try to do right, like you and your brother.”

“Us?” I can’t but laugh at the thought of us being the role models in your life. You have witnessed the fall and rise of mankind, have seen gods being created and kingdoms spread, but you would look to two incredibly cracked and perennially stumbling human beings for guidance?

You look at me with such sincerity it’s almost blinding. “You’ve taught me everything I know about how to live well.”

“Not everything,” I say quietly, patting my hand first to my chest, over my heart, and then to yours. “This, this right here is all yours.” We didn’t teach you to love like this. You had no template for how to open your heart so wide the seams would splinter. You never felt your Father’s presence, much less His affection. Your Heavenly sisters and brothers only understood love as far as it extends to loyalty to the rules. They have tried to kill you and you have been forced to kill them, over and over.

My brother and I, we may have had a childhood fraught with neglect and absence, but we never doubted our father’s love. Or the love of our mother, even after the complexities of her return. Or the love of those who stepped into familial roles of care and attention, like Bobby.

But you, no one showed you to how to love; no one taught the gentle kindness you show to strangers, or the fierceness with which you defend and protect the helpless; or the tender patience you give to your son, or the undying faith you bestow on me and my brother. No one taught you to love this wildly, recklessly, and completely. That’s the boldness and beauty of your own soul.

The one thing we might have taught you was to throw yourself on a grenade instead of disarming it. To put the price of salvation over the cost of sacrifice. To walk backwards towards a cliff face just to keep others from falling off the edge.

You told me you were going to die and I wish I could yell at you. I wish I could yell, no scream, at God, at Death, at all the forces trying to poison the little bit of light we have, trying to shred the worn fabric of my family apart. Instead I clench my fingers tighter into the fabric of your coat and pull you closer, as if the gathering wind itself might steal you away. You shift a little, but you don’t move away.

You let me hold on, just a little longer.

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ijustwant2write · 5 years

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Looks Aren’t Always Everything-Thor Odinson x Banner!Reader

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Summary: After Thor disappears from the rest of the team, (Y/N) Banner is left alone, her boyfriend never even contacting her; she is advised to leave him, but when her brother and Rocket go to recruit him, she tags along, not believing the changes she was seeing.

Characters: Thor Odinson x Reader, Bruce Banner x Sister!Reader, Rocket x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Depression, sadness, denial, low self esteem, fluff

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"Bruce, I'm coming with you." I announced as he and Rocket headed towards the quinjet, finalising their plans to get back Thor.

Bruce watched as I marched towards them, my backpack slung over my shoulder, clothes spilling out after I messily shoved anything I needed in there. I saw him rub his eyes under his glasses, sighing before he spoke.

"Uh, I don't think that's such a good idea-"

"How could you even think about going off to find him without me?! He's my boyfriend for gods sake!" I raised my voice, suddenly letting out the anger I had been holding in.

"I-I didn't know you two were still a thing honestly. I mean, it’s been five year."

My arms slumped, my backpack hitting the floor."Do you think...do you think he thought that too? I mean, you’re right, it’s been five years, he would have contacted me at some point, right? Right?!”

"Oh jeez." Rocket winced as he saw my defeated stance.

Bruce held his arms out, waving them about as he tried to backtrack."No! He loves you right? Wait, that wasn't supposed to be a question, he does love you!"

Ever since their defeat with Thanos, I hadn't seen or heard from Thor. He had failed, twice as he said himself. But he hadn't, no one failed, the Avengers had just finally come across someone that was undoubtedly powerful and evil; though it was hard to convince any of them when five years had passed by since the snap. And who was I to give advice? I wasn't powerful, I was just Bruce Banner's sister that had taken refuge with them.

"But how could he just leave me here? I mean, he should have said something! If he didn't want to be with me, he should have said to save me from all this time fawning over him and wondering if he was ever coming back-"

"OK, we get it!" Rocket shouted over me. I hadn't realised how loud my voice was."Look, we need to get moving, you can argue with your own thoughts on the way there."

The whole journey was torture for my mind. I was angry with my friends and brother for hiding Thor's whereabouts from me, especially after all of my endless begging and nagging. I knew they were hiding something from me, but I had no clue what it could be. Thor wouldn't have found someone else, he didn't have any serious injuries, he wasn't dead....

Wait.

No, the team would have been in remorse.

Oh, and they were recruiting him again, right. It was clear my brother got the brains.

And now Bruce thought it would be a good idea to bring Thor back without even telling me! I didn't care if people thought he was one of the smartest people in Earth, or that he was even classed as a doctor, my brother could be an idiot sometimes! I just wanted my boyfriend back, and if he was busy doing superhero thing's (though I don't know what that would involve) then that was fair enough, but no communication? Something was wrong here, and hopefully I would get my answers wherever we were headed.

The only time I laughed that day was at the sight of Bruce squished in the back of a pickup truck. I was happy that he had finally found a balance between him and the Hulk, now I was even happier at the image in front of me. Rocket and I too had to squeeze in beside him, but it was the only time I was distracted from my thoughts.

The sea breeze was pleasant, the salty air soon turning fishy as we neared a small fishing town. Everywhere was vibrant, the hills were a luscious green, the sea a deep blue with bright white foam, and there were only a few clouds splattered around the sky. The locals looked like something out of a TV show, wearing fishing gear with thick knitted jumpers, or big burly coats engulfing their bodies. We definitely stood out of the crowd.

“Uh, (Y/N), these are the last surviving Asgardians.” Rocket murmured.“This place is now called ‘New Asgard’.”

“So this is where he’s been all this time?” I whispered, already looking through the crowds.

He nodded a reply, following my brother. They led me to an old shack, it was run down and definitely didn’t look like someone should be living in it. Rocket banged his fist against the door, doing it again when no one answered. I held back as he pushed it open, wondering whether I would be able to face Thor; was this anger I was feeling? Love? Betrayal? Sadness?

“(Y/N)? Hey, you alright?” Bruce asked me.

I could only nod, knowing that if I spoke, I would start crying. Hesitantly walking in, I gagged at the smell, disgusted by it. It was messy, dirty, this wasn’t a home. Why would Thor be in a place like this? My brother called out, instantly getting a reply.

“Are you here about the cable?”

That was him, that was his voice. That was his voice complaining about cable, saying that he couldn’t watch sports because the screen was too fuzzy. I smiled at the sound, rushing forwards to where he was, but I halted as I saw him. Before he could turn around, I hid behind my brother, trying to process what I was seeing.

His hair was long again, though it looked like he hadn’t washed it in weeks, his beard unkept. He was wearing what looked like pyjama trousers, and for some reason, gloves as he picked up a beer. But the biggest change of all was...was the weight he had put on. Thor was a God, loved by all not just for being a hero, but his looks too (I should know, there were tonnes of girls fawning for him). Thor was...well he looked disheveled, like he hadn’t been looking after himself; and I feared that he hadn’t.

“Boys!” Thor exclaimed, a chuckle following.“Oh my god, it is so good to see you!”

He opened his arms to Bruce, hugging him, and I backed away, scared he would see me. Why didn’t I want to see him? Why wasn’t I running to him? As he engulfed Rocket in what he thought was a hug, Bruce glanced over his shoulder, frowning when he saw my teary eyes. There were two (what I presumed were) alien creatures, one made of rock and the other of some sort of slime, playing Fortnite on the couch, complaining about another player. Thor became distracted threatening the person, and as I watched and listened, anger began to rise again.

“This is what you’ve been doing all this time? Playing Fortnite and getting drunk?” I snapped, revealing myself.

“Where did she come from? Are you a magician?” the rock alien gasped.

“(Y/N).” Thor whispered, setting down his beer. I saw him flutter about, trying to cover himself up.

“You’re (Y/N)? Oh wow, Thor won’t ever stop talking about you. I said it is a sign of true love, and that you would be together again-”

“Korg.” Thor warned, turning away from everyone.

“Guys, I think we need to give them some privacy.” Bruce ushered them out of the shack, leaving us alone.

I waited until the door shut, wiping my eyes before any tears could come out. Thor rushed to put on a hoodie, though he still hesitated to turn around.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low.

Remaining calm, I spoke softly, noticing how he was retracting away from me.“Bruce and Rocket were supposed to come here alone. When I found out they were coming to get you, I demanded that I come.”

“Why?”

“Why? Thor,” I walked towards him, reaching out to him but he gently shrugged me away,“because I love you. And...and I’ve missed you so much, I don’t know how I’ve gone these five years without you.”

He said nothing.

“I begged and begged the team to tell me where you were. But they didn’t. And I have a feeling that it wasn’t their decision.”

He sighed, finally turning around, but his eyes stayed glued to the floor.“You’re right, it wasn’t. It was mine. After our defeat from Thanos, I felt like I had failed. I was only going to be away for a little while, but then...”

I waited for him to continue, becoming worried when I saw his eyes turn glossy.“Thor?”

“I thought more and more about how I had failed everyone. I could have stopped Thanos-”

“He was impossible to-”

“I could have done more! People died, there are families that have lost their loved ones, and I was supposed to stop that from happening!”

“Shh, OK, it’s OK.” I reassured him, grabbing his hands in mine. He tried to get away, but I stopped him.“Thanos was the biggest enemy you’ve come across. He had the Infinity Stones!”

Thor took a deep breath, letting his tears flow freely as he finally looked me in the eye.“And then, this happened.”

“What happened?”

He gestured to himself, still holding my hands.“I drank everyday, I ate, I let my hair and beard grow.”

“So?”

“I couldn’t come back to you like this.”

“Why not?”

“How could you want someone like this?”

“Because, Thor,” I moved my hands to his face, making sure he looked me in the eye as I spoke,“I love you for you. I love your bravery, your chivalry, your kindness, the leadership you possess and so much more. If I listed them all, we would be here for hours.”

I got a slight smile out of that.“What about my looks?”

“I still love your looks. But you know what I don’t love?”

He thought about it.“My fat?”

I giggled.“No, not that. I didn’t love that we were apart. I wished that you had told me where you were. If you wanted to be alone, then I would have respected that. But Thor, I think you need help. And I want to be that help.”

“How did I ever find you? I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do!” I leaned up, kissing him. His face was squishy in my hands, though I still saw his kind eyes in that face.“Please come back with us Thor, not just for me but for the team. We might be able to fix all of this!”

“I don’t know (Y/N). What if I’m not the same?”

“So? You can only get better!”

“I’m sorry.” he kissed my forehead.“I’m sorry for leaving you behind. I will make it up to you.”

“You already are.”

Should I have been more angry at him? Should I have yelled at him for leaving me for five years? No. Because it was clear what had happened to him. He was depressed, overweight, and he wasn’t looking after himself. He needed all the help he could get, and that required his friends and I. Perhaps if he focused on our plan to defeat Thanos, he would start getting better. It would be an uphill battle, but I loved this man too much to let him go. He quickly pulled me in for a hug, embracing me tightly; it was a romantic moment until Korg walked in.

“Uh, excuse me? I’m sorry to interrupt, it seems like a lovely moment, but I think I am losing my game, would you mind if I continued?”

We laughed, still holding hands as we walked outside to join Rocket and Bruce. I smiled at Korg.“Sorry, we’ll leave you boys to it.”

Bruce and Rocket noticed us as we approached them, before we made it to them I stopped Thor, kissing him sweetly again.

“Thor, I love you. And we’re going to get through this, together this time.”

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J2 DallasCon 2019 Main Panel

J2 jump onstage!

Jared: *showing his Texas shirt* This was a gift from a dear friend from set (Maisie)... Jensen: That wasn’t me.

Jensen describing Jared’s shirt and he’s rubbing his hand all over the graphic and Jared’s chest.

Jared mentioning J2’s matching beards

Jared: Love is Love.

Jensen, unprompted, requested that Jared list the US States, which Jared did perfectly in alphabetic order. Jensen: That’s my favorite.

Jared: In the words of Demi Lovato, sorry not sorry. Jensen:... What?

We all just sang Deep in the Heart of Texas with Jared and Jensen

Jared pointed out that his and Jensen's parents are both here. We also saw them all hanging out together earlier in the vendor's room!

Jared: we went on a world tour and I found out that I'm afraid of elevators, so I'm taking steps to avoid them Jensen: your bad jokes have reached new heights

Jared has been running around a lot. Jensen says, "I'm sorry. He's usually better than this. He gets nervous around his mom and dad." Jared: it's true

Jensen after patting Jared’s chest: but he brought his mountains...

Q: Have y’all ever considered racing the Impalas and who would win? Jensen: There’s only one that has a big v8 in it. When we escape with her quickly after the show ends down to Austin there’s a little racetrack down there. We might go give her a test.

Classic J2 (x, x)

They’re both in such good moods today :)

Fan: thank you for existing. Jared: you can thank those 4 people right there (points to their parents) Fan: why did you open bar/brewery?

Jensen: gives a long intentionally boring answer about profit margins and finding a hole in the market to explain why he and Jared both started businesses related to beer. Jared: It was because beer.

Jared mom, dad, shut your ears. When I was not 21 yet and I had a fake ID-- Jensen: I never had a fake ID. Jared: .... Jensen: I had a real ID from my friend who was 21 and looked like me. Jared: Fair enough. Jensen: I MEAN NO I NEVER DID THAT Jared: HE NEVER DID, ALAN.

Jensen pretended to collapse on the ground and Jared went to grab him and pick him up and put him back in his chair and Jared’s like he’s got some mountains too!!

Jared said best friend and pointed at Jensen

Jared was trying very hard to acknowledge his privilege and say how lucky he is and how great his parents are.

Jared: I was born fortunate in that I am a tall white man and I live in a world made for tall white men. My parents didn't have all the money I have and they sacrificed everything to make sure we had what we needed growing up & that was what I learned from them

Q: What would you say is the most influential thing your parents taught you that you are passing on to your kids? Jared: I’m a very lucky guy, husband, and father. My parents taught me I should do the best I can. They sacrificed a lot for me. They gave every single ounce of their being to me and my siblings and I hope to do that as much as I can for my children. Jensen: I could give a laundry list but one is the gift of laughter. There were always jokes, not good ones, but there was constant laughter in the house and I hope to raise my kids in a house with equal laughter.

Jared recommends acting as not a career, but as a passion

Jared: I don't recommend acting as a career. If it turns into a career, that's great. There are actors that have changed my life that you wouldn't know the name of. Just b/c we have a lot of episodes doesn't mean we're better actors. It needs to be a passion first.

Jared: Just because we’ll have more than 370 episodes of show between Jensen and I, doesn’t mean I’m a better actor. For me, acting is what I needed to do and I’m blessed enough to get paid for it.

Jensen: There are so many different platforms and mediums to tell stories. Like Jared said, do it because you love it, not because you want to get paid for it.

Jensen thinks the biggest challenge of voice work is not having someone else in your scene who you can feed off. He also teased that he's recorded some other voice work we haven't seen yet!

Q: what is one theme you would want someone to take from the show? Jared: Texas Jensen: via Kansas

What do you want fans to take away from the show? Jared: Sam and Dean did the best they could with what they had. Just do the best you can do and be true. You don’t need to be perfect. Work hard, be honest, loyal, sacrifice. Jensen: The good fight. The brothers fight for each other and they fight for what they believe is right.

Making each other laugh :)

Someone passingly mentioned pie and Jared started listing pi off the top of his head. He is in show-off mode for his parents today :P

Jared says Jif. Jensen says Gif. Debate ensues.

J2 know how the show is gonna end

Jared says they already met with producers and writers after their trip to Australia and they know how the series ends Crowd: OOOOOHHHHH

Q: Most difficult thing for the boys to face again? Jared: We went to LA to meet with producers, writers, directors. We know how the show will end... The last scene of spn will be the most...*gets cut off* Jensen: I hope no more leviathans

J2 being adorable

Jensen wants Hookman to return. Jared loves that legend too. Jensen wants to kill Yellow Eyes. Fan: Ruby Jensen fakes holding Jared back.

Jensen: If there was one thing I’d really love to not have to deal with again it’d be the bees. I could live with never having the bug episode again. Ever. If those come back I’m out.

Jared: You can kick me in the shin, punch me in the face, hit me in the crotch, and it’s fine. But if you spit on me, I’ll kill you

Jensen: ...when you killed a hellhound... Jared: I killed a hellhound? Jensen: yeah because you're not a Losechester ;)

Fan asked about if Sam and Dean will do something to show Cas gratitude (during Misha’s panel on Saturday he mentioned this in re: to what could be happy enough to send Cas to the Empty). J2 thought the fan was asking how the boys would show gratitude if Cas died and went to the Empty. Jared: I think we'd keep doing what we've been doing. If you lose someone, you keep on fighting the fight. Talks about how they don’t grieve like how people in real life would or should. Jensen: the best way that they can honor the lives they've lost is to continue fighting and saving lives (For full context: video)

Q: something you've always wished to change in the show? Jared: that my brother wasn't so short. When we straighten his legs, he's as tall as me Jensen: maybe more trips to the barbershop. It's like having a sheepdog in the car.

Fan from Norway suggests setting the show in a city there with a hard name. Jared: God bless you. Jensen: WATCH YOUR MOUTH. Jensen: I thought when she said where she was from, you were going to respond "NOR-WAY!"

Who do you fanboy over? Jared fans himself and says “Jensen Ackles” :)

Jensen talks about how Jared fanboyed over Eddie Vedder

Jared tells more of the story. He asked if Eddie's cig is real. Jared smoked whatever Eddie was smoking & Jensen dragged him off

Jensen: "It was like a vapor cloud of everything cool that had ever been in Jared's body evaporated away & I was standing next to this empty shell of a person."

Jared to Jensen: I pick you

Last question: The girl was reading the question off her phone about the French Mistake and Jared saw she wrote another question about sexy moves and decide to answer that one instead and dance around.

Q: If your character took over your body, who would notice first and what would be the biggest difference? Jared: I don’t think I would talk so much because Jared talks a lot. If anyone saw me eat. Jensen: Voice and anyone who talked to me would notice.

Classic J2 fist bump brings the panel to a close!

Info via: Fangasm, Cherie, Michael, Amy, #spndallas

#j2 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #dallascon #spndallas #long post #panel sum #shpost

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sheeple · 4 years

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The intern | 5: Friendly meetups

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): intern!au / fluff / mild angst Group(s): NCT / Red Velvet Pairing(s): Moon Taeil x fem!reader Summary: The new Elysion Publishings intern is the youngest they ever had. It’s not a problem until she grabs the attention of the IT guy. Warning(s): Age-gap of five years [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

Taeil and I walk into a chicken restaurant and a pair of hands shoot up, waving enthusiastically at us.

He drags me all the way down the back until we arrive at a table with three guys already sitting at it, enjoying their beers and snacks.

“Aye”, the guys cheer as they see Taeil and give him each a hug with a big smile.

I stand awkwardly at the back until one guy notices me and holds out his hand for me to shake with a wide smile. He kind of reminds me of a titan of AOT.

“Hi, nice to meet you! I’m Nakamoto Yuta”, he says brightly as we shake hand.

“Nice to meet you too! My name’s (Y/n) (Y/l/n).”

“Oh, we know”, says one teasingly as he nudges the one sitting next to him.

Taeil rolls his eyes as he pushes a chair back for me to sit on. I thank him while removing my coat and hanging it on the backrest. Taeil takes a seat on the right of me, doing some weird handshake with the guy in front of him.

“I mean, who wouldn’t talk none stop when a cute foreign girl walks into their life?”

A blush creeps on my cheeks as I look at Taeil. He avoids my eyes as his ears turn in a bright shade of red.

He coughs. “Those two idiots are Doyoung and Sicheng, but we call him Winwin. You already met Yuta.”

I nod politely to the two other guys with a slight smile. Winwin gives me a small have and Doyoung winks.

“So you’re colleagues with our resident old man?”, asks Winwin with a smug smile.

Taeil scoffs and gives him a push on his shoulder.

I laugh. “Yes, I am. I work in a different department as him.” I take a sip of my water.

A waitress comes for our orders and everyone lists what they want before she turns towards me.

“For me... the boneless chicken coated in honey-lemon.”

She nods while writing it down on her notepad. “What would you like to drink with that.”

“Just coke is fine.” I smile uncomfortably as she nods again and turns away.

“Typically, people would take some beer with that”, says Doyoung. “Are you legal to drink alcohol?”

I nod quickly. “Of course. I’m just not a big fan of beer, that’s why. I rather have a pina colada or Pisang with 7up.” I smile slightly at the thought of a cold glass of that.

“And that is...?”, questions Doyoung with raises eyebrows.

“You guys don’t know what Pisang is? I guess that you don’t have it here... But Pisang is a banana flavoured liquor that’s way too sweet to have it without mixing it. Mixed, it kind of tastes like these little green frog sweets. Just really sweet.”

Yuta hums. “Sounds delicious.”

“Right!”, I beam and high five him.

“You must really miss home”, says Doyoung while popping some food in his mouth,

While I grab the chopsticks of the table, I hum. “Kind of? I mean, as much that I miss my family and friends, I just love the freedom of living on my own, you know.”

“So, you share a house with roommates?”, asks Taeil interested as he leans back and puts his arm over the back of my chair.

With a laugh, I shake my head. “I wish. I still live with my parents since I am too you to live on my own.”

They all look at me dumbfounded.

“You live with your parents?” Yuta frowns while looking at Winwin next to him.

“Lucky you, my parents kicked me out when I finished college and had a stable job”, grumbles Doyoung with a pout.

Winwin nods in agreement. “Enjoy as long as it lasts.”

“We just redone the whole house, including my room. I don’t want to leave.” I look down sadly with a big pout.

Taeil softly mumbles ‘cute’ under his breath before pinching my cheeks.

I let out a high whine and push his hand away. “I am not cute.”

The guys coo and I frown. “If you all are going to be like this, I could better leave.”

“That would be a shame of your chicken”, says the waitress as she places my plate with delicious looking chicken on it.

My mouth waters already by the sight of the chicken. “Oh my god, you are right”, I laugh and she winks while placing the rest of the dishes and side dishes on the table.

We thank her and the guys begin to stuff their faces with chicken.

“You have to taste the kimchi here, it’s delicious.” Taeil picks up a bit of kimchi with his chopsticks and holds it up to my mouth.

I lick lips before opening my mouth, letting Taeil feed me. As I chew, the different kinds of flavours explode in my mouth.

“Woah!”, I exclaim as my eyes lid up. “This is by far the best kimchi I ever tasted. Please don’t tell my neighbour, Mrs Do. She will murder me if I ever admit her kimchi isn’t the best in the world.” I send a wink towards the boys and they chuckle.

Taeil laughs loudly and zips his mouth, throwing the key over his shoulder.

A giggle escapes my lips and I push against his shoulder.

“Not to ruin your cute moment, but, as a foreigner (Y/n), what is the most confusing or difficult thing about moving to Korea”, asks Winwin as he points with his chopsticks.

“Frikking Konglish, man. If I say ice cream, just the English way, nobody will understand what I am saying. But if I say iceu creameu, y’all know what I mean. It really blows my mind. Also the whole thing with age. I kinda get it, you need to show respect to people who are older than you but what’s up with just being friends, regardless their age?”

“I had some trouble with the whole honorifics”, says Yuta and I nod with big eyes.

“Or just how you have to say something to someone and what you can and can’t do”, adds Winwin.

“Exactly”, I point out before turning to Doyoung and Taeil. “How do you guys do it.”

They both share a look while shrugging. “Just years and years of practise.”

After we ate and Winwin, Yuta, and I complained about things in Korea, we paid and left for the mall.

“Please, why didn’t you let me pay for you?”, whines Taeil as we walk behind the three other guys.

“Because I would feel bad about it. Don’t worry about it, okay? I am a big girl.” I reassuringly grab Taeil’s hand and smile at him, searching his eyes.

He nods slowly while looking down at our hands.

As Yuta calls me over, I let go of his hand and hurry towards him as he points at something cute.

I don’t see how Taeil’s face falls as he sees me running towards his friend and standing really close to him.

“A bit jealous, aren’t we?”, asks Doyoung with a smug smile as he nudges Taeil’s shoulder.

“Pff what? No! Am not!”

Doyoung hums while rolling his eyes. “Yeah sure, hyung. When was the last time you asked someone else to our hangouts?”

Taeil bites his lips as he watches the brunette interact happily. He... doesn’t know why he asked her. He just knew he wanted (Y/n) to come, to spend more time with her.

“You’re--”, he sighs, “you’re right. I don’t know why, to be honest. My thumbs acted on my own when I texted her.”

Doyoung stops his friend. “Are you gonna act on your feelings?”

Taeil looks at me, as I look at him and wave, pointing at a cute dog I see and signing him to come.

“I don’t know, okay? Just, let me think about it”, he says hushedly before walking towards me.

“Oh my god, it’s so cute”, I squeal as I crouch down and hug the Shiba Inu. I squeeze its cheeks and the owner laughs heartily.

“Come, before you smother the pup with kisses.” Taeil lightly pulls my arm and I get up, apologizing to the dog’s owner.

“Don’t apologize, dear. I find it very endearing to see such a reaction.”

I thank the owner and wave goodbye to the Shiba.

“Do you have a dog?”, asks Taeil and I nod.

“Two. A beagle and a french bulldog”, I beam proudly while pulling my phone out of my pocket and showing him pictures of them.

“They're my babies. I was very sad I had to leave and say goodbye to them for half a year.”

Doyoung’s head peaks over our shoulders and I also show him and the others my darlings.

“The beagle’s name is Peanut and the french bulldog’s name is Ziggy”, I beam proudly.

“Taeil has a dog too. A Samoyed”, says Winwin with a snicker before Taeil hits him on the back of his head.

“Don’t be mean, Bong Bong is a good dog.”

“Can I see a picture?”, I ask with big eyes as he grabs his phone.

I coo as I see the cutest, fluffiest, whitest dog there is on earth. “Oh my god, I am in love! Your dog is the cutest!”

A bight smile grows on his face as his eyes begin to twinkle with excitement. “Do you want to see her when she was a puppy?”

My eyes grow big at the thought of a small walking cloud. “Please”, I plead with clasped hands.

Taeil swipes a couple times on his phone before opening a picture folder filled with adorable pictures of his Samoyed.

He lets me swipe through the folder and at every photo my heart melt more and more.

“I would die for Bong Bong”, I say while eyeing a cute puppy photo of the waling cloud.

“Do you want to meet her someday?”

My jaw falls slack at just those simple words. “Can I?”

Taeil chuckles while squeezing my cheeks. “Of course!”

Out of pure happiness, I hug Taeil with the biggest smile on my face.

I feel Taeil’s arms hesitantly wrapping around me as he leans with his chin on my head.

“I had so much fun, you guys”, I smile as we say our goodbye’s.

Yuta pulls me into a hug. I blink surprised while patting his back.

“You’re part of the gang now so you get a hug goodbye”, says Doyoung before he also hugs me, followed by Winwin.

I smile brightly and wave them goodbye as they walk towards the metro.

“Ready to go?”, asks Taeil as I turn around with a big smile.

We walk down the street, towards the parking garage and I shiver as the temperature has dropped significantly since the sun has set.

Taeil notices me hugging my arms and rubbing them for some warmth. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Why didn’t you bring a thicker jacket?”

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t think it would cool down this much”, I defend myself with a pout. “And it would ruin the aesthetic of my outfit.”

He shakes his head, stopping me and makes me take off my jacket. Taeil pulls his sweater over his head. “Here”, he says as he takes my jacket out of my hands and replaces it with his sweater, “wear that.”

I frown. “What about you? Won’t you be cold?”, I question, eying his thin shirt.

Taeil sighs and pushes his sweater over my head, making sure my arms are through the sleeves and he pulls up the hood.

I look down and smile at how large and soft the hoody is.

We resume walking towards the car in comfortable silence as I look up every now and then from the ground to admire Taeil’s features in the city lights.

“Did you have fun?”, he asks when we arrive at the car.

I hum. “Your friends are really nice”, I say while placing my shopping bags in the trunk, next to my backpack

Taeil insisted on buying me something because he couldn’t pay for my dinner. So he bought me three little cactuses for on my kitchen windowsill.

“They are now. Wait until you know them a little bit better and they will tease you to no end.” Taeil smiles fondly while getting on the driver’s side.

“Isn’t it a lot smarter if I drive? Didn’t you drink like two bottles of beer?”, I ask concerned.

He shakes his head. “Don’t you worry, I can drive. Can you even drive?”

I raise my brows. “Yeah, of course. Otherwise, I wouldn’t ask, would I?”

Taeil nods as he rubs his eyes. “I mean like sure? But that would still mean I have to drive home.”

“You can crash on the couch. I have brought some extra blankets and pillows from home. And the couch sleeps pretty nice, better than my bed.” I look at him with a cock of my head.

He sighs. “Sure... But what about Bong Bong?”

“We can pick her up and bring her to my place. Or... I know a better plan. I will drive to your place and take the subway home.”

“Absolutely not!”, shrieks Taeil with wide eyes.

I lean slightly back with a hurt look on my face. “Why... why not?”

“Because it’s half-past ten, (Y/n), that’s why. This isn’t like your town back home, this is Seoul we’re talking about. Creeps are lurking around every corner.”

I fold my arms over each other and chew on the inside of my cheek. “What is your plan then?”

Taeil drums his fingers against the steering wheel.

“You can... you can also stay the night at my place? I will drive you home tomorrow.”

I lick my lips, thinking about the options. Going home alone at eleven o’clock and probably being stalked by a weird dude. Or be safe and stay over at Taeil’s.

“Fine”, I sigh. “I’ll stay over at your place.”

Taeil nods with a faint smile and gets out of the car, letting me sit behind the wheel. I take a deep breath in and out before turning around the key in the contact. Here goes nothing.

#im back from the dead #NCT #nct imagine #nct dream #nct 127 #nct scenario #nct 127 scenario #taeil #moon taeil #taeil scenarios #taeil imagines #taeil fluff #intern!au #nct fluff #nct!au

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aproblematicpanda · 4 years

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IF YOU ARE BORED I WILL APPEAR: the 100 for the in depth fandom questions 💖💖

Excellent timing, I just sent you an ask, too! :D Thanks babe. <3 I feel like I have so much more to say than I just did but the inspiration seems to have bailed on me. Oh well. If you have any follow-up questions hmu!

Top 5 favorite characters: Octavia, Echo, Lexa, Lincoln, Murphy Other characters you like: Gaia, Raven, Emori, Monty, Harper, Diyoza Least favourite characters: Clarke, Abby, Kane Otps: Octavia and Lincoln, Lexa and Clarke, Bellamy and Echo Notps: Bellamy and Clarke, basically anything involving Abby Favourite friendships: Murphy and Raven, Monty and Jasper Favourite family: Spacekru Favourite episodes: 4x10, 5x02, probably more but I can’t really think of anything else right now (I appreciated 7x02 but I’m not quite sure yet if I’m gonna call it a favorite, that will depend on how the rest of the season turns out) Favourite season: Season 2 Favourite quotes: “We’re back, bitches!” “I don’t choose pain. I choose life.” “Not everyone. Not you.” “ You're the most beautiful broom in a broom closet of brooms.” “ I can't change the tide if the moon won't cooperate. It's basic physics.” (I’m including this last one because of an amazing Monty/Jasper gif set I saw once.) Best musical moment: Ehh... Well I stll tear up basically every time I hear Cloud by Elias, the song that played during Lincoln’s death scene. It’s an amazing song and anything related Lincoln’s death still gets to me, not just because of the characters but also because of everything that went on with Ricky and everything he was put through, it’s just... it’s a very loaded moment in the series as well as behind the scenes. I’m not sure ‘best’ is the right word here but it’s the moment I’m going with. Moment that made you fangirl the hardest: When Octavia became Skaikru’s champion. I found it rather poetic that a young woman who had been spat out by her community simply for being born was their only hope for survival. Plus, she looked incredible. When it really disappointed you: It’s not just ‘a moment’ but I’ve been really disappointed by the show’s treatment of Octavia and how its hypocrisy concerning other characters who have done way worse shit than Octavia yet they are patted on the back and protected for it by the narrative. It aggravates me. I’m not mad that Octavia has had it rough, when a character gets everything handed to them on a golden platter with no real consequences, that’s boring. But it makes me mad that she’s the only one who has to pay for her mistakes and none of the others have to, and the way the characters are now comfortable joking about what has been the most traumatizing, horrifying and scarring thing anyone has ever had to go through really pisses me off. Octavia deserves so much better, the show really dropped the ball here. I’m also extremely disappointed by the way the show handled Lexa’s death. Octavia survived a sword through the gut and falling off a big ass cliff, but Lexa can’t take a stray bullet in the presence of someone who is meant to be a doctor? I mean I get that this was supposed to prove that we’re all vulnerable and that even Lexa, Heda of the thirteen clans can’t escape death, but come on. Also the way Jason treated the Clexa fandom was gross. Saddest moment: The moment Bellamy called Octavia “the queen of cannibals”. Up until that point I held onto hope that things would get better, that the show would still turn things around, that everything Octavia had been put through would be put into perspective when she could tell the one she loved the most about the horrors the bunker put her through. But when Bellamy called her that, it was made clear that not only did he find out about the most traumatizing part of his sister’s life (and it’s not like it lacked trauma before) but he also didn’t care. It was the moment where I had to give up hope that they could ever get to a place where I would respect and care for their dynamic again and it made me sad, because Octavia deserved so much better. Most well done character death: Oh god, this is a difficult one, because I have issues with most of the main characters’ deaths lol. So I’m gonna go with Nia for this one, because I really liked that Lexa recognized who the real threat was and took matters into her own hands and did what she could to maintain the coalition. I can’t think of another death that I didn’t hate. Favourite guest star: Probably Jessica Harmon Favourite cast member: Marie Avgeropoulos Character you wish was still alive: Lincoln, hands down. So many things would be different right now if he had still been around. One thing you hope really happens: I hope Bellamy and Echo are endgame and not just that, I also hope that the show will allow Bellamy to treat Echo with the love and respect she deserves. Because so far the show hasn’t really shown their relationship much respect and most of the effort is coming from Echo’s side and I don’t care much for that. Bellamy clearly loves her a lot, so I hope the writers will let him show and prove that to us in the final season. Most shocking twist: I don’t really think the 100 is good at shocking twists? You see most of them coming from miles away lol. When did you start watching: When it came out, basically. :) Best animal/creature: Helios! Favourite location: Ehh... I’m gonna go with the dropship or Arkadia, not because I love those places so much but because they’re where the show’s best seasons (one and two) basically happened. Trope you wish they would stop using: BYG One thing this show does better than others: Pissing off its fanbase! :’D Funniest moments: Most of Monty and Jasper’s interactions in the earlier seasons, those two were amazing. Couple you would like to see: I wish the show would make Niylah and Octavia a thing even if I don’t passionately ship it. I also became a huge fan of Clarke and Gaia! Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: I really don’t know anyone for this question... I’m a big fan of Kristen Stewart so I’d probably be thrilled with that, but it’s not something that I actively want or anything. Favourite outfit: Ehh... As much as I hate to say this, Clarke does get the best outfits and I think I’m gonna go with the dress she wore early in season 6. I’m also a huge fan of Octavia’s grounder look bw. Favourite item: Lincoln’s diary Do you own anything related to this show: Nope What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in: Well I don’t know which one I would be in, but Spacekru or Trikru seem like the most fun so I’d want to be a part of one of those! Most boring plotline: I never really cared for the City of Light although I will admit that storyline had a lot of potential, I’m just not sure the show really handled that well? Most laughably bad moment: The fact that Clarke just becomes anyone’s leader anywhere while not doing anything for it. And how fast she was forgiven and integrated into Spacekru in season 6 while doing the bare minimum to work for their forgiveness and showing no signs of remorse or wanting to change. Best flashback/flashfoward if any: I really liked the flashbacks of Octavia’s childhood, they did a good job of portraying what life had been like for her and it helped us understand her character better, even if they were short and limited to one episode. I also really enjoyed watching Octavia during those ten years in Skyring, but I’m not sure those qualify as a flashback and I do have some issues with them, still, so I’m gonna go ahead and stick with 1x06. Most layered character: Octavia, hands down Most one dimensional character: Oh god, how do I answer this... Of the core group I guess I would go with Raven. And that isn’t because I don’t love her, because I very much do, it’s the show’s fault for not really digging into anything that’s related to her. She’s just in the background until they need her to fix a problem they’ve been having or until they need someone to be tortured, or lately when they need to make Clarke look less horrible. She just doesn’t really get much else to work with, we don’t know what motivates her, we barely see her feel a type of way about the things she’s put through and when she does get a voice, it’s obviously meant to create sympathy for other characters so... yeah. Scariest moment: I don’t find it a very scary show hahaha. Grossest moment: The graphic scene of Lincoln’s execution, it was in such poor taste, especially considering everything that had been going on with Jrot and Ricky. Best looking male: Murphy Best looking female: Octavia and Echo Who you’re crushing on (if any): Octavia and Echo Favourite cast moment: Ehh, I don’t really keep up with the cast so idk? I did love Marie calling Echo Octavia’s sister-in-law though. Favourite transportation: None I think, I don’t really care? Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): The one that comes to mind right away is the one of Octavia swimming towards the surface after she ran into the anomaly, it’s just such a pretty shot. Other than that, well, The 100 is shot in a beautiful environment so a lot of their scenery is gorgeous but I just immediately thought of this one. Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: Jason’s blabbing about the damn worms. The way 3x01 felt completely disconnected from everything that happened in 2x16 also still bugs me. And how it feels as if the new writers never really saw the previous seasons and instead just read character descriptions, I feel like they didn’t really grasp the relationships and stuff like that in season 6. Best promo: Ehh, I usually just watch the episodes so I don’t really have an opinion about this. Loved the uproar the one for season 7 caused, though, because I’m a sucker for drama hahaha. At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: As soon as I met Octavia, she’s my baby and you will have to take her from my cold. dead. hands.

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