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lattesandlearning · 3 years
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✨6/4/2021 - 6/7/2021, Day 4-7/60 of productivity- Summer semester edition✨
I can’t already admit I’m quite terrible uploading in succession, but I have a weird guilt about not uploading stuff that’s interesting and/or aesthetic enough 😅 I’ve been busying myself with working out and keeping a nutrition journal for my General Activities ll course and finishing Those Who Prey, which I completed last night and will include a review of for tomorrow’s post! I’m honestly thrilled I took my General Activities ll class because working out is helping maintain my mental health. It also helps me find an excuse to be away from my household, which I am in need of once in a while.
✨This is your sign to take a break and drink some water, eat if you haven’t recently and take a few deep breaths. Life is overwhelming, but taking this time for yourself will give you the means necessary to keep going✨
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capsteddybear · 3 years
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Our Playlist: Let’s Stay Together - Al Green
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Song lyrics: "Let's, let's stay together, Lovin' you whether, whether, Times are good or bad, happy or sad."
You wake up to Chris making weird noises in the bathroom. It's still dark and you turn to look at the clock and it's 4 o'clock in the morning. You groan and pull the blanket up to cover your face. Chris opens the door and exits the bathroom leaving the light on, but cracking the door open. You see his silhouette and he's walking like a zombie. He throws himself back onto the bed. You wrap your arm around his abs and you feel how warm he is. You rub his abs and ask "Chris, you feeling okay?"
He groans and throws his arms above his head and squeezes the pillow around his head. He coughs and clears his throat, his nose sounds stuffy too. "No, I don't think so."
You rub your eyes and get out of bed to go to the bathroom and grab the thermometer. You come back and sit on Chris' side of the bed. Chris sits up on his elbows while you check his temperature. You cup the side of his face and he moans at your touch. The thermometer beeps and it shows 102°. "Yeah, you got a fever." Chris throws himself back on the bed and coughs and moans. "Let me give you some medicine." You get up and head back to the bathroom and look in the medicine cabinet. You grab the bottle and pour some into the cup and walk back to Chris' side of the bed. Chris is laying on his side with his arm hanging off of the side of the bed. His hair is flopped forward and is covering his face you kneel down and brush it back. "Baby you gotta sit up and take this then you can sleep."
He groans and rolls onto his back before sitting up. You hand him the cup and as soon as the medicine touches his lips he makes a disgusted face, "It's nasty."
You put your head down and let out a little laugh, "come on, please drink it. It'll make you feel better."
He groans and quickly drinks it and hands you back the cup. "Thank you." He coughs and lays back down on the bed. You take the cup back to the bathroom before joining Chris back in bed. He tosses and turns for a bit before finally falling asleep.
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The next morning you wake up to your alarm beeping. You hear Chris moan and cough and pull the blanket over his head.
You whisper, "sorry." You quickly turn it off. Chris coughs again. You try to get up from the bed, but Chris reaches out for you.
He clears his throat before speaking. "Where are you going?"
You brush your hair back, "I gotta get ready for work, sweetie."
He moans and gives you a sad puppy stare, "but I'm dying."
You shake your head and laugh, "you are not dying. You just have a fever."
Chris throws his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes, "it feels like I'm dying."
You squeeze his hand, "I'll make you breakfast before I leave okay?"
He opens his eyes and smiles, "thank you."
You get up from the bed and make a quick breakfast for Chris before getting dressed for work. When you come out of the master bathroom to give Chris more medicine you don't see him in bed. You walk down the hallway and see him lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. "Why aren't you in bed?"
He moans and rolls over on the couch, "it's hot in there."
You pout and walk over to him and kneel down in front of him and brush his hair back that's blocking his face, "here drink this."
He moans and tries to roll away from you, but you stop him, "hey, come on, please don't do that. If you drink this I'll come home for lunch later." A tired smile appears on his face before he drinks the medicine. You take the cup from him and kiss his forehead, "thank you."
"I love you, y/n."
"I love you too. Breakfast is on the counter for whenever you're hungry. Take it easy and get some rest. I'll come back later to check up on you."
You head to work for a bit and come back home to check on Chris during your lunch break. As soon as you walk through the door you see Chris walking around barefoot and no shirt on hugging your blue comforter. "Oh my god, Chris. Why don't you have clothes on?"
He stops in the middle of the living room and brushes his hair back. He sighs, "(y/n), I missed you. I'm hot then I'm cold then hot again. I hate being sick."
You give him a sad look and walk up to him and hug him. "I know, I know, but you need to put some clothes on because you have a fever. I'll grab you a shirt and a pair of socks. I'll be right back." You give him a kiss on the cheek and he moans as soon as he feels your soft lips. You smile up at him before heading to the bedroom to grab his clothes. You come back to the living room and Chris is slouched on the couch. You tilt your head and give him a small smile and hand him his shirt and socks.
"Thank you." Chris puts them on and wraps himself up in your comforter and inhales. He groans and lets out a cough, "I know it smells like you, but I can't tell because my nose is stuffy." He lets out a fake cry.
You let out a laugh and cuddle up next to him on the couch. "Aww, I'm sorry." You lean in and give him a few quick kisses.
You feel him smile against your lips, "Hey, you'll get sick if you keep doing that."
"I don't care, you're too cute not to kiss. Plus you're my favorite coodie."
Chris lets out a soft laugh and cuddles closer to you. "I love you, (y/n)."
"I love you, Chris." As you caress his face. "I'm gonna make lunch, are you hungry?"
"Not really, I barely ate my breakfast. You go eat." He gives you a soft smile.
You kiss him on the cheek before heading to the kitchen. You make lunch for yourself and head back to the living room. You see Chris curled up on the couch with Dodger on his lap. "I've only been gone for 5 minutes and I've been replaced?"
Chris smiles and hugs Dodger, "He just jumped onto my lap. I'm not gonna deny his love."
You gasp, "wow, I see how it is." You take a seat on the couch.
Chris lets out a laugh and rests his head on your shoulder, "well hurry and finish your lunch so you can be my cuddle buddy."
You kiss him on the forehead before eating your lunch. You guys watch whatever random TV show Chris is watching as you enjoy your lunch.
"Okay, I gotta go back to work now."
Chris cuddles closer to you and gives you sad puppy eyes, "do you have to?"
You sigh, "yes, unfortunately my lunch break is over. It'll just be a couple of hours and I'll be back." You smile as you brush back his hair and plant a light kiss on his forehead. "You gotta take more medicine before I leave though."
Chris groans and covers his face with the comforter. You hear a muffled 'no' from him. You laugh and head to the bathroom to grab his medicine. When you come back Chris is laying out on the couch cuddling with the comforter.
"Hey you can sleep after you take this." You hand the medicine to Chris as he sits up and he makes a face before drinking it. "Thank you." He lays back down on the couch and snuggles up with your comforter.
He moans, "I love you, (y/n)."
"I love you too."
"Hurry back home."
You give him a kiss on the cheek, "Take a nap, okay?"
"Mmm, okay."
You turn down the TV before heading out the door back to work.
The second half of work few by quick. You were glad because you wanted to hurry back home to take care of Chris. When you pull into the driveway you see Chris standing outside wrapped up in your comforter.
You get out of your truck and walk up to Chris. "What are you doing outside? It's so cold out and you're sick with a fever."
"Dodger needed to go outside."
"And the backyard?"
He puts his head down, "I couldn't sleep and I miss you and I wanted you to come back home."
You wrap your arms around him and give him a small smile, "Hey I'm home now, can we please go inside? Its freezing." He nods his head and leads the way back inside. You call Dodger inside and he runs to the living room and sits on the couch. Chris follows you into the kitchen, "Are you hungry? Want soup for dinner?"
He leans against the kitchen counter still wrapped up in your comforter, "yes please."
You smile and plant a light kiss on his cheek, "okay." You prepare dinner as Chris keeps you company. After you guys finish eating dinner you both head to the living room to watch some TV. "Are you feeling any better?"
Chris brushes his hair back and sighs, "A little."
"A nice warm shower will help you feel better and relax."
Chris raises an eyebrow, "you gonna join me?"
You caress his face, "not this time, baby. I want you to get better first." He groans and rests his head on the armrest of the couch. "How about I give you a massage after your shower?"
You see a smile appear on his face. "okay." He gets up from the couch and walks down the hallway to the master bathroom. When he gets out of the shower he's wearing only his pajama pants and socks.
"You feel better?"
"Yes, I can breathe better now."
"Come here and lay down."
Chris crawls into bed and lays on his stomach and hugs the pillow that he's resting his head on. As soon as you start massaging his back he moans, "Shit, that feels really good."
"Shh, relax." You plant light kisses down his back.
"Mmmm, I am." You continue giving Chris a massage before he starts to fall asleep. Every once in awhile you hear small moans from him. You grab a small jar of vapor rub and rub some on his back. He hisses as soon as it touches him, "it's cold."
You whisper, "Shit, sorry." The next scoop you rub it in your hands to warm it up before spreading it on his back. "Better?"
He moans out a soft, "yes." You lean over him and plant a kiss on his cheek. After you're done with his massage you give him an old t shirt of his to put on so the vapor rub doesn't stain the bed sheets. You give him more medicine before he cuddles you. He whispers in your ear, "Thank you for taking care of me, (y/n). I love you."
You reach back and caress his face, "I love you too, Chris."
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The next morning you wake up and Chris isn't in bed. You make your way down the hallway and you sleep something cooking. As soon as you get to the kitchen you see Chris cooking breakfast.
You rub your eyes, "What are you doing up? You should be resting."
Chris turns around with a huge smile on his face, "Good morning. My fever broke so I'm cooking breakfast for my favorite nurse." He gives you a wink and turns back to continue cooking.
You walk up to him and touch his forehead, "Oh it did. I'm so relieved."
Chris turns to you and smiles, "So am I." You give him a kiss on the cheek. He laughs and pulls you back in, "after breakfast you owe me a shower."
You raise your eyebrow and bite your lip, "well then let's hurry up and eat."
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kuroos-moon · 4 years
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Meeting Their Parents
Request by: @lalisbitch ♡´・ᴗ・`♡
Pairing: Oikawa x reader, Kuroo x reader, Noya x reader
Warning/s: swearing and suggestive themes for Kuroo because he’s a little shit sometimes but we love him of course
Oikawa Toru
➪ he doesn’t show it but he’s really lowkey panicking inside yknow 
➪ not once in his life had he brought a girl home for his parents to meet, so he’s going to be nervous about it despite knowing it’d turn out fine
➪ it’s the realest thing he’s done for his partner, it was like sealing an invisible seal that he’d cling to you for as long as time would allow just because you’ve gone to this stage
➪ “Toru, what if they don’t like me?” You say, staring up at him as the both of you stood outside his house 
➪ “They will, they loved you ever since you started having me listen about overworking and all that,” he smiles reassuringly 
➪ right, his parents love you, what was he so anxious about again? 
➪ THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THIS HAPPENED. YOU SET THE FUCKBOY STRAIGHT AND HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. 
➪ SHALL HE START THINKING ABOUT MARRIAGE? WAS THIS TOO SOON?
➪ “You’re not very convincing you know,” you give him a pointed look as you squeeze his hand in yours, referring to his sweaty palms 
➪ but it actually turns out alright for both of you, his parents adored you and you easily made conversation especially with his mom 
➪ also, he forgot all worries in the first place ever since you set foot inside, seeing his mom hug you like you’d be the perfect daughter-in-law 
➪ “Itadakimasu!” the four of you say in unison as you all dig in your dinner, which was quite extravagant at that 
➪ “This is really a lot, but thanks” you politely say as literally all of the Oikawas put as much food as they can on your plate
➪ “You guys are overdoing it a little,” he frowns at his parents and they give him a chuckle
➪ cue your eye roll as your boyfriend puts another spring roll on your plate as if he wasn’t feeding you enough
➪ "This kid is just so hard-headed sometimes that I randomly smack his head when I recall all the headaches he gave me,” his father tuts
➪ you’re now in their living room, all of you casually sitting on the floor as you ate ice cream 
➪ “I KNOOWW,” you totally vibe with his dad and Toru doesn’t even know if he loves it or not, the both of you going against him. “He’s very childish too! I just cover my ears sometimes when he’s whining!” 
➪ His parents burst out laughing but your said boyfriend whom you just stated to be childish wasn’t pleased okay maybe a bit, he just really loves the mood you brought in his home
➪ He gives you a scowl, taking a spoon from your ice cream and sticking out his tongue at you when you glare at him 
➪ “See? Childish,” you sigh, and his parents were more than happy to agree with you on that one 
➪ The night wrapped up by about ten pm and his parents apologized profusely for keeping you so late but you assured them you had so much fun 
➪ “So? How was it y/n-chan?” He smiles down warmly at you as he walked you home 
➪ “They’re really lovely,” you grin up at him, “I can see why you were raised quite well, minus the... you know, Toruness,” you shrug 
➪ “You mean you could see why you fell for me?” He jokes, his hand leaving yours so that he could wrap his arm around your shoulders
➪ he may or may not have grabbed your chin, tilting your face upwards to kiss you because he’s been keeping all his emotions at bay for hours 
Kuroo Tetsuro 
➪ confident as HELL 
➪ so SO confident that he didn’t warn you beforehand
➪ no, no, he didn’t feel the need to do so even though you were wearing his shirt from the night before and your lazy pajamas 
➪ not to mention your disheveled hair?!!!
➪ “Ohayo,” he breathes out, pressing a kiss on your forehead as you started waking up from your sleep 
➪ With a yawn, you ask, “what time is it?” 
➪ “It’s time to have breakfast, c’mon, get up,” he grins, planting a kiss at the base of your neck when you groan 
➪ “I’ll wait outside, you better not take long,” he says with a knowing look, it wasn’t a threat but you knew it wasn’t empty either
➪ your boyfriend and his infinite sex drive, you thought as you shake your head
➪ you lazily get up and follow him outside, rubbing your eyes, you say, “Tetsu, we didn’t get to study last night because of your antics so let’s sta-” utter silence. 
➪ are you dreaming or are you dreaming 
➪ you might just die on the spot, with no mistake, his parents were on the dining table with Kuroo
➪ THE SAID KUROO, was only grinning on his seat as he looked at you 
➪ Face flustered and red, you immediately bow to them and apologize
➪ WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE WEARING HIS SHIRT
➪ “Oh, don’t be so polite, c’mon dear sit beside Tetsuro,” his mom waves you off with a smile as his father chuckles at you 
➪ “I’m really sorry,” you say again as you took your seat beside your boyfriend lmao you’re about to dump his ass while stepping on his foot 
➪ it didn’t faze him one bit, his smug grin only grew wider as he enjoyed every second of your flustered state
➪ but you easily forget how tense you were at first, his parents are really outgoing and his dad was especially funny
➪ he knew all along how it was going to pan out thus his confidence and dick move of not telling you ahead 
➪ “I’m really sorry again for intruding, Tetsu told me we’d be the only ones here,” you say again, subtly elbowing him from beside you 
➪ “You didn’t tell her?” His mom hisses but his dad merely looked at his son proudly 
➪ “It will save me from all her panicking anyway,” he shrugs before looking down to meet your death glare with surprisingly loving eyes
➪ “Plus, did you see the look on her face?” HE WHEEZES, the audacity of this man, you were so sure he was going to say something nice 
➪ shortly after breakfast though his parents left for work, and you were both alone in the house again 
➪ sulking the entire time, shrugging off his hugs and pushing him away every time he leans in for a kiss
➪ “Kitten, I said I was sorry,” he apologizes again, a small smile on his lips which only made you scoff
➪ “Then act like it you asshole,” you bite back, turning away from him on his bed and stealing the covers all for yourself
➪ “Asshole?” He mocks your words tauntingly
➪ “you’re getting too bratty don’t you think little girl?” he says, and you could only imagine the sadistic grin he had on as his breath fanned right against the back of your neck 
➪ Let’s just say you both relived the night before, if not longer 
Nishinoya Yu
➪ one word, three syllables
➪ BAR!!BE!!CUE!!
➪ he had just picked you up from your house, dropping in for a few minutes to chat with your parents about how he’s been because they’re all over him tbh 
➪ the two of you were just so opposite, you being so shy and quiet and Noya being so loud and bold, they could only want him for a son 
➪ so here you both are, on your way to his place because you were gonna have a barbecue out his lawn
➪ you’re clearly nervous and you’re about to cancel the whole thing, you’re just really shy and all that
➪ your boyfriend on the other hand was the most energetic kid you’ve seen him been, grinning at you when you get close to his house
➪ “Yu, take me home,” you gulp, stopping on your tracks 
➪ he stops to look at you before literally jumping towards you to give you a hug, basically almost tackling you to the floor 
➪ “Yuuu,” you whine, but hold him in your arms too nonetheless 
➪ he laughs at you, knowing you weren’t at all annoyed by him, he just wishes he’d rub off on you with his carefree personality 
➪ “Y/n darling what’s there to worry about?” He playfully says, pulling away
➪ Noya’s not one for pet names so that ultimately made you blush
➪ “I know you feel nervouse y/n, just squeeze my hand tighter if it’s too much and I’ll get them to talk to me instead,” he gives you a warm smile
➪ but not once did you do as he said, because you loved it, you actually enjoyed his parents’ company and had completely let go of your shyness
➪ they were really kind, and like Noya, they were people who liked to laugh out loud and had the warmest eyes that made you feel at home too 
➪ “It’s not so bad, is it?” he says low enough so that only you two could hear, and you nod back at him with a smile
➪ he looks proudly at you, though you don’t notice since you were eating
➪ but it was all too clear to his parents, their son was so whipped and beyond saving with you 
➪ “Do you want more soda?” He asks, about to grab your empty glass before his parents beat him to it
➪ “I’ll get it for you dear,” his mom says at you and you say a quick thank you 
➪ “We’re about to slice some watermelons so we’ll be back with some good stuff,” his father calls, patting both of your heads in adoration before walking away too 
➪ “Yu,” you say, looking at him as he chomped on his meat
➪ He looks back at you, grease tactlessly around the corners of his mouth and meat sticking out from his lips 
➪ “Thanks for today,” you smile, bringing the hand that was holding yours the whole time up your lips
➪ he awaits your actions with wide eyes and anticipation
➪ AND YOU KISS HIS HAND, YOUR LIPS ARE TOO SOFT
➪ he completely melts, error 404, noya not found 
➪ HE JUST KNOWS YOU WERE GOING TO KISS HIS LIPS IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FOOD IN HIS MOUTH 
➪ sad noya noises
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~ And All That For a Lighter ~
Pairing: Damiano David x Naomi (fictional character)
Word count: 3035
Warnings: none
Summary: Naomi meets Damiano in a café for the first time.
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Naomi entered the café all soaked, her cheeks red from running and her hair messy and wet from the rain. It was pouring outside which was the thing she despised the most. Surprisingly tho she felt good. Fresh. She loved walking around Rome in the morning and for the first time in her life she admired this rainy weather. Little drops of water flowed over her cheek. Her life was a big mess and you could say she needed something new.
When a month ago she found her boyfriend cheating with her best friend she felt like her whole life collapsed. That’s when she decided to change something. Start a new life. She started admiring things she’s never liked before, she started dressing differently, she became more confident in her own body. She even started working out which was the most unexpected thing since physical education was her least favorite subject in high school.
Naomi always thought love was the most essential part of everyone’s life, but a sight of Alessandro having fun in their bed with Sofia made her hate love more than anything. She decided to move on and live life completely and only for herself.
- Buongiorno Joey - she said reaching the bartender standing behind the counter.
- Buongiorno piccola, what can I get for you?
- One espresso please, and one brownie - the bartender nodded and started preparing her order.
She decided to sit down since she would probably spend a lot of time working on her laptop and enjoying this rainy morning. The inside of café was warm and welcoming, comfortable couches, puffy pillows and a lot of plants. She visited this café every day for the past two weeks and she found herself enjoying this place maybe even more than her new flat.
Naomi went to sit in the corner on a cozy red couch. She took off her soaked jacket and pulled out her laptop with a couple of notebooks. She was a student of economy and since she had to find herself some more things to do she decided to actually try harder to have a better degree at her college. She wasn’t so fond of the direction she chose but she knew it’s gonna bring her a prosperous life. In fact her favorite thing in the world was art. She started painting when she was 8 years old. Since then she really enjoyed staying all day alone in her room painting everything she could, from beautiful portraits to mesmerizing landscapes. She had a huge talent but she was too afraid to chase her dreams.
When she met Alessandro he quickly bashed her ideas of becoming a professional painter, saying that it’s not something she will build her life on and that she will be only wasting her time. She was mad at him for a couple of days but then she quit her painting dream and chose economy for her main subject.
- Ecco a te, one coffee and one brownie - said Joey bringing her order to the table and putting it right in front of her.
- Grazie mille - Naomi answered and smiled to him.
She took a sip of coffee and smiled. It was delicious. That was another reason why she kept coming back here every day. They made the best coffee she’s ever drunk.
Two hours passed and Naomi was still working on her assignment she was supposed to give in till next Monday. It was about lunch time so she decided she will pack her things in an hour and she will go find a place to eat something. She took the last sip of the coffee and finished her first task when someone pulled her out of her little trans.
- Ah shit! I’m all wet! - she heard someone saying and moment later she saw a guy reaching the bartender.
He was tall and had slightly longer, dark brown hair. She could only see his profile but only that was enough for her to admit that he was really handsome. He was wearing black trousers, black Dr. Martens, white tank top and an oversized black jacket. He looked good and Naomi couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
- Damiano! It’s so good to see you man! - Joey said and shook hands with the new guy.
Damiano. The name really suit him. Naomi didn’t take her eyes off him even once.
- Ciao, ciao, Joey! - his voice was attractive as well. Raspy and deep but really calm.
Naomi didn’t know what was happening. Usually she didn’t pay attention to any guys after Alessandro but he was different. He looked edgy and bold but he seemed nice too. She was staring at him. And not in a polite way. She was literally eyeing him from up and down and she didn’t even realize.
- Give me an espresso man, I’m so tired, I just woke up. Yesterday we had so much fun. Victoria came up with this new idea of the song and we all stayed up late till 4 am trying to figure out how to pull it up together. - Damiano said.
So he’s into music. Nice. Naomi was still staring at him so rudely but she didn’t care at this point. Music is also art - she thought and smiled slightly not letting go of his person.
- Typical you, Dam, you’ve never slept a full night, did you? - Joey said and they both laughed.
- Do you have a lighter maybe? I forgot mine. - Damiano said and started searching his pockets.
- I don’t man, sorry. Let me make your order. Anything else for you?
- No, no that’s all. I’m gonna go search for a lighter and I’ll be back.
He turned around searching for people but at this time the café was empty. Only Naomi sitting in the corner. He started walking towards her. Oh shit, he’s coming here, stop staring, stop staring, stop staring - Naomi thought and looked at her laptop trying to pretend that’s she didn’t just checked him out for 10 minutes straight.
- Scusi, I’m.. - he reached her table and started speaking but stopped when she looked at him. - I’m sorry to interrupt but do you have a lighter maybe? - he said after a second.
- No, I’m sorry. I don’t smoke. - Naomi blushed and smiled lightly.
- Okey, grazie. - he smiled and started walking away.
- But there’s a store at the corner, I think they might have some. - Naomi said
- Grazie, grazie. - he laughed slightly and waved at her.
Naomi went back to her tasks still blushing not knowing why. 15 minutes passed and Damiano entered the café again carrying two bags. He came up to Naomi smiling.
- I uh.. Sorry to interrupt again but.. Do you want to maybe eat lunch with me? I just thought that it’s lunch time and you’re sitting here alone and since you helped me with the lighter.. - he couldn’t stop speaking and Naomi blushed again laughing. He looked a bit nervous.
- Of course, I would love to eat lunch with you. - she said interrupting him.
- I’m Damiano - he said pulling out his hand.
- Naomi - she said and grabbed his hand to shake it but he turned it and kissed the top of her palm.
She felt something weird in her stomach, like butterflies but she pushed them aside and only smiled to him. Damiano sat on the couch opposite Naomi and put two bags on the table.
- I didn’t know what you like, obviously because I don’t know you, yeah very clever Dam, whatever.. - he started speaking and Naomi couldn’t stop but laugh at him loudly
- Don’t worry, I’m not a peaky eater - she said sending him a reassuring smile.
- Alright, well, I ordered pasta with shrimps and some pesto and cherry tomatoes. - he said taking out the box with food from the bag. - I also got you a cherry smoothie but we can switch if you’d like.
- Wow, and that all for a lighter? You really didn’t have to. But thank you so much, I was about to go for lunch anyways. - she said grabbing the box that he handed her.
- Yes well, you’re really beautiful.. I mean, no.. I mean you are beautiful but I just wanted to say that you’re really nice and yeah I don’t know I just thought you might like to eat something.. Not that you look like you’re starving but yeah..
- Heyyy, thank you, really, that’s so nice of you. - she said smiling widely.
Naomi took the first bite of her pasta and it was delicious. She remembered her grandmother cooking shrimps every Saturday and all her family gathering together for a family dinner in the garden. It tasted just the same.
They ate everything and after two hours of talking and laughing and getting to know each other it was time for Joey to close the café. Naomi stood up and packed her things, said goodbye to Joey and together with Damiano they stepped out of the café. It stopped raining and instead there was a full sun and a fresh breeze.
- So what are you gonna do now? - he asked standing in front of her.
- Umm.. I think I’m just gonna go back to my flat, make myself some snacks and watch Netflix till I fall asleep - Naomi laughed.
- Alright well, do you mind if I walk you home? - Damiano asked steeping a bit closer to her.
- Sure, why not, we can take a walk.
That day Damiano walked Naomi to her house and they exchanged numbers, planning to meet again. He kissed her cheek for goodbye and squeezed her hand and Naomi has never felt like that in a long time. She was happy and Damiano, even tho she met him today, made her feel really good. Naomi couldn’t sleep that night still thinking of him and wondering why she felt so different around him.
*3 months later*
- What do you mean you don’t like Star Wars! - Damiano shouted to Naomi while they both walked towards the beach where they were supposed to watch sunset and have a little picnic.
Since the day they met they spent almost every day together. Damiano surprised her with multiple occasions to go out together, either for lunch or dinner or even breakfast when he woke up earlier than usual. He found himself falling for her. In fact he realized he fell for her the day he first laid his eyes on her. He found her funny, spontaneous and really kind and caring. When she told him about her painting dream he was so shocked she gave up, that he argued with her till he convinced her to chase the dream even if she thought it was too late. Naomi really enjoyed his company, he made her feel really happy and safe and most importantly - loved. She knew she developed some feelings and she didn’t want to admit it but at the back of her head she knew she fell in love. He made her laugh and supported her when she was having bad moments. He became her best friend at some point. Both of them were taking things a bit slower tho, they were both afraid, broken-hearted after rough ended relationships.
- I just don’t, I don’t understand how they made so many movies out of such a lame plot. - she said defending herself.
- How can you even say that! The plot is amazing! The space action scenes, come on! - he said offended but smiling.
- Yeah I just don’t see the point of filming it, that’s all.
- I don’t know how Victoria can still be friends with you, we’re both huge fans of Star Wars! You’re lucky I like you - Damiano started laughing and put his arm around Naomi’s shoulders.
She got to meet Victoria, Ethan and Thomas. Bassist, drummer and guitarist of their band Måneskin. Naomi wasn’t really into music so she didn’t really know them and didn’t know they’re pretty known here in Italy. Victoria was the kindest person Naomi could ever see. When her and Damiano stepped into the studio where they were recording, Vic was the first to reach out to her. She hugged her tightly and was clearly really happy to meet her. She then introduced Thomas and Ethan to her. Thomas started joking around that Damiano finally found himself a girlfriend and Ethan was really polite, he kissed Naomi’s hand and hugged her too, smiling really kindly. They were all so nice. They started inviting her over for dinners or just to hang out by the pool. She also listened to them playing and recording their new songs. Damiano told them that she wanted to be a painter and they all started reassuring her even more, that chasing her dream is the best thing for her and that she should never give up. Naomi really felt like she finally found her place.
Naomi and Damiano reached the beach, they put the blanket on the sand, put out all the food from the basket and they sat opposite each other. They were both smiling widely and chatting about everything. They drank some wine, ate some pasta and then they sat next to each other admiring the sunset.
- I really like you, you know? - Damiano said glancing at Naomi. - And I mean, I like you a lot. You’re really an amazing person with so much talent and you’re just so caring and loving. You really make me happy. - he said not taking his eyes off of her.
- Dami.. - Naomi started but she was interrupted.
- What I want to say is.. - he took her hands - I fell in love with you Naomi. I fell for you hard and I’m pretty sure since the day I saw you at that café. I care about you so much and any time with you is my favorite time in the world. So if you want to.. We could try, you know.. Being together, like, in a relationship. - he said in one breathe.
Naomi was speechless, her stomach was squeezing and she felt her cheeks turning red. She never would have though that someone will make her feel like this again. She knew that he cares for her but she didn’t know that he would feel the same way she felt about him.
- Dami.. Of course I do want to try, you make me the happiest, and honestly I didn’t know you feel the same way, that’s why I didn’t say anything. And also because.. - Naomi wanted to tell him about Alessandro but she was scared that Damiano will back off, saying that he will give her time.
- What’s wrong, bella? - he said gently squeezing her hand.
- I was in a relationship before. His name was Alessandro and we met before I started college. We were together for 3 years and everything was going just fine. But then.. One day when I came back home earlier than usual I found him cheating with my best friend, Sofia. Since then I just decided to not get into any relationship and live only for myself because I was too afraid to get hurt again - Naomi said looking down at their intertwined hands.
- Oh bella.. - Damiano pulled her into a tight hug.
He stroked her back and her hair and he was whispering to her ear. A single tear fell down her cheek but not because she was hurt but because of how gentle and caring Damiano was. He hugged her and made her feel better and she couldn’t find herself with anyone else right now than with him. He pulled away, looked into her eyes and smiled slightly.
- I was in a relationship too a while ago. It turned out we didn’t match and our life goals and perspectives were so different that we decided to end things. Maybe it wasn’t as harsh as your breakup but I felt awful for at least a month. I didn’t go out of my room and I lost all will to write music. Victoria brought me food every day but I just didn’t want to eat. But it all passed.. Listen, if you need more time it’s all good, I’ll give you space and I’ll wait till you’re ready.
Naomi was silent for a couple of seconds. In her head there was a battle. She wanted to let go of bad memories and trust Damiano completely, start a relationship with him, but on the other hand she was scared to get hurt again.
- No Dami. I don’t need time, I know what I want and I know how you make me feel and that’s why I want to try. - Naomi said hugging him tightly.
She knew she just overcame her fear and she felt free. Like a huge stone fell off of her heart. She felt amazing and she wanted to live this moment as long as she could. Damiano pulled away and cupped her cheek with his hand. He pulled her closer and she could feel his breath on her face. Slowly, but slightly Damiano leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. Naomi touched his cheek and pulled him even closer. And then they both intertwined their lips in a gentle, yet passionate kiss.
Naomi felt her stomach squeezing when Damiano put his hand on her back. It was their first kiss and the sunset was almost turning into the night. They pulled away after seconds and smiled widely at each other.
- I promise, I’ll always take care of you. - Damiano said leaning his forehead against hers.
- Always. - Naomi said grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers together.
That’s when they both knew that they found soulmates in each other.
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katymacsupernatural · 3 years
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Under the Texas Sun Part 4
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Jensen Ackles x Reader
Story Summary:  
Having been best friends with Jensen since kindergarten, Jensen has always been there for Y/N when she’s needed it the most. Best friends turned roommates, but will he still be there for her when things turn south? Or will his friendship turn into something more?
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You shouldn’t have felt ashamed walking up to the front door at the crack of dawn the next morning. You were a grown woman, and this was your place too. Jensen wasn’t supposed to be home yet, so you would miss his judging eyes as he took in your messy appearance. And your appearance was messy, to say the least. The man had been handsy, and rough. Not only had he ripped your favorite bra and panty set, but the buttons on your shirt had been popped as well. Then there were the bruises on your hips from his hands as well.
Needless to say, the night had been anything but boring. But you would not be picking up the phone to call for a second night out. The look in the man’s eyes, the tightness of his hands on your skin had turned from exciting to a little nervewracking, and you left as early as you could.
“Someone’s coming home late. Or early,” Jensen muttered tiredly from the couch, a cup of coffee in his hands.
“Late,” you yawned, curling up on the couch beside him, snatching the cup of coffee, and taking a deep sip.
He didn’t say anything as you continued to drink his coffee, but you could feel his eyes on you, and you waited for the judgment to come. Finally, he sighed. “Y/N, you look like you were in a fight with a badger. Was it really worth it?”
You could feel the tears well up in your eyes, and you shook your head. “No, not really.”
He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him, always the support you needed. “Y/N, we’ve talked about this. Your taste in men….,”
“It’s horrible, I know. But I just wasn’t thinking last night. You get it.”
“Yeah, I do.”
He stood up, taking his coffee cup back. “Go get cleaned up, and I’ll have breakfast ready.”
You did as you were told, feeling even worse about last night now that Jensen had caught you. Sure, he understood your need for that connection but disapproved of who you usually turned to. And you could always see why. But not normally until the next morning.
Slipping out of your clothes, you threw them in the trash before glancing at yourself in the mirror. Your hair was a rat's nest on top of your head. Your mascara had smeared, giving you raccoon eyes. There was a hickey on your neck, and those deep bruises not only on your hips but on the sensitive skin of your breasts and thighs.
Wincing as you stepped under the hot water, you lathered up your loofa, scrubbing away all the remnants of the man’s touch.
Jensen hadn’t mentioned your one-night stand again as the two of you ate breakfast together. He talked about his brewery, and how they were having a big get-together later that day. You listened to him as you munched on a piece of bacon.
“Why don’t you come? You love the brewery, and it would be better than being stuck here all day. Free beer.”
You didn’t have to have your arm twisted. Heading back upstairs, you switched your sweats for a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a loose T-shirt. Slip-on sneakers finished your comfy outfit as you threw your hair up into a messy ponytail.
Picking up your sunglasses, you met Jensen in the hallway. He was dressed down in a pair of soft grey jeans and a henley, with one of his favorite hats in his hand. “Ready?”
You settled into the passenger seat, rolling the window down and turning the radio up as he headed out of town and towards the brewery. It was a brilliant day, and you refused to let your slight hangover dampen your mood.
“So you never told me,” you yelled over the loud radio. “Why are you home so early?”
He had designer sunglasses perched on his nose, and he pushed them up before glancing at you. “We finished filming early, and I just felt like I needed to be home. I wanted to get to the brewery early.”
You weren’t exactly sure you bought his story, but you were enjoying the time together so you stayed quiet as he pulled into the brewery’s parking lot. The place was already packed, and Jensen immediately got pulled into a conversation.
You took the offered glass of water, settling at a table towards the back of the room, watching as people mingled. This, this is what you always seemed to do. While everyone else laughed and enjoyed each other’s company, you watched.
Jensen stayed busy, often taking a moment to smile your way before getting pulled into another conversation. You had people stop by your table, talking with you before moving on. Your water glass slowly turned to beer. Taking the glass, you stepped outside, enjoying the warm sun against your skin.
Settling down at the end of the porch, you sipped on the beer when another group stepped outside. You immediately recognized one, the bartender of the brewery. “I can’t believe how snobbish she is,” the bartender Brittany muttered. “Just sitting at that back table, expecting people to come up to her. Expecting us to serve her. Just because she’s Jensen’s best friend doesn’t mean she deserves special treatment.”
You stayed still, astounded that they thought that about you. You didn’t think that way at all. It hurt that they would even think that.
“I really think she’s trying to turn her friendship into something more,” She continued. “I heard she just moved in with him. How long before she plants herself in his bed?”
They walked past, not even noticing you hiding in the corner. Tugging your sunglasses down, you stepped off the porch, heading to the table under the shade of the tree.
That’s where Jensen found you a short time later. “What are you doing out here? They’re bringing food in. I bet you’re hungry. And no more beer untell you get some food in you.”
“I’m fine,” you answered. “Just needed some peace and quiet.”
He peered down at you closely, not saying a word before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the building. “Come on. That red little bbq trailer is here. And I know you love their food.”
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amintyworld · 3 years
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Secrets - Dream SMP Drabble
WATERFALL (Part one)    SUNSET (Part two)
A/N: Part 3 is finally here! So, bit of a update - this is indeed NOT the final part as I had planned, since there’s so much I want to cover about my own little backstory about two these two lovebirds, including how they get to the SMP. So, more parts to come, be on the lookout! Also, if you haven’t already, links to the two other parts should be above, please check them out if you’d like! Anyway, as always, enjoy!
TW: Arguing, secrets, surprise pregnancy, miscommunication, vomiting, cursing, roughhousing, injury (Not vv bloody tho). (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)
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“Alright boys, get down here, breakfast is ready!” Philza heard scampering and thudding footsteps on the stairs as both Tommy and Tubbo raced to the table, smiling and laughing all the way. Wilbur walked down next, the only one out of their pajamas as he sat with his notebook in front of him, scribbling ideas, notes, and lyrics. Technoblade was last, not exactly the morning person of the group, as he passed by his two younger siblings and ruffed their hair lovingly before sitting down with a yawn. Phil quickly set eggs in front of each of them, a warm loaf of bread at the center the baker delivered early in the morning. Techno murmured a sleepy ‘thanks’ as Philza set down a cup of coffee with his plate, and Wilbur got up to grab some orange juice for him and Tubbo, leaving it out so Tommy could pour his own as he insisted.
It was a nice feeling in the mornings with his boys, sitting and eating a nice breakfast as the sun began to rise over the horizon. Philza mused over just how much changed over the last few years - they adopted Tubbo, Technoblade and Wilbur were becoming adults - but yet, things still felt the same. The little family was silent as they ate, enjoying each other’s company as the world began to wake up just outside their windows.
Tubbo, to Philza’s relief, was not as chaotic as the rest of his siblings and was all around a responsible and kind soul - at least when he was alone. When Philza walked inside to Tommy and Tubbo covered head to toe in bee stings due to ‘showing dominance over the bees so they’ll be our pets’, he learned quickly that the two younger brothers together would spur on all kinds of trouble. Luckily, he was used to it from the elder two when they were around Tommy and Tubbo’s age. Philza chuckled remembering when Techno and Wilbur tried to corner that parrot to only run home with nothing but a bunch of scratches, bruises, and covered in feathers - he’d snapped a picture before they both cleaned up, both pink from embarrassment.
“So, I’ll be off today checking in and fixing up the garden, going into town for a while, and then going fishing if I have the time. I should be home by around sunset, though.” Philza declared, taking a swig of his morning coffee.
“Me and Tubbo are gonna go find Mothman and catch a couple of pet bees,” Tommy said. As Philza opened his mouth to respond, Tubbo interrupted. 
“We’ll take our swords and be back by sunset.” Tubbo finished. “And we’ll make sure to follow the path and not get lost.” 
Philza chuckled. “Good.” He smiled. 
“Techno and I were gonna train for a bit - I think I’m getting close to beating him.” Wilbur said, and a loud ‘HA’ erupted from his older brother.
“You wish,” Techno smirked. “The day you beat me one on one is the day I give up eating potatoes.” The pig hybrid did love himself a baked potato, and Philza knew that all too well. Chatter spurred on amongst the family, and Philza just smiled, taking in the moment. 
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“Jeez, is Techno some kind of mega pig demon?” Sally said, sitting cross-legged on the floor of her treehouse, across from Wilbur who looked a little worse for wear. “He went way too rough with you.”
“He didn’t mean to, he just got carried away.” Wilbur defended. “He felt really bad after, I kept telling him it was fine.” Wilbur let out a soft curse as the disinfectant soaked cloth ran over a particularly deep cut on his forehead, and Sally rubbed circles on the top of his hand in a loving gesture. 
“Wil, it’s not fine, you got really hurt.” Sally’s tone turned serious, and Wilbur intertwined their fingers together.
“You’re scared.”
“No shit I am!” Sally yelled angrily before she took a deep breath to calm herself, continuing.. “Wilbur, sure you’re fine now but what if you got worse, and he didn’t stop? What if you got really hurt?”
“I know, I didn’t mean to worry you.” Wilbur gently squeezed her hand. “I promise we’ll be more careful.” 
Sally placed a bandage on the cut on his forehead and planted a soft kiss on it. “Thank you.” Wilbur cracked a smirk as she faced him fully again. 
“How bad’s the damage?”
Sally smiled back. “Just some bruises and cuts, a few days of healing and you’ll be fine. Don’t worry, you still look handsome.”
“Good thing, too,” Wilbur said jokingly. “My face and my guitar’s all I got going for me.”
“Oh please, Beanie Boy.” Sally smiled as she moved to cuddle closer to him, and his arms wrapped around her until they were both comfortable against the wall, Sally’s head leaned against Wilbur’s chest, the girl all too careful in her movements to make sure she didn’t hurt her boyfriend’s many bruises. “Did you win, at least?”
“He called a draw,” Wilbur said. “But, I did manage to use that weapon snatching tactic you taught me.” He laughed a bit. “He totally freaked.”
“Good,” Sally chuckled. “Someone’s gotta keep that pig on his toes.” Sally felt Wilbur shift a bit as he tensed. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just sore,” Wilbur said. “Why do I have a feeling I’m gonna regret most of the fight in the morning?” They both chuckled at the comment.
“I’m sorry, Do you want me to kiss it better?” Sally asked, looking up to her boyfriend in time to see a slight telltale pink on his cheeks. He nodded as Sally shifted to sit up more and began leaving some kisses along his arms wherever she saw a bruise, before leaning in to give him a soft peck on the lips where a small bruise was beginning to form.
“It’s almost sunset, I gotta get home or Phil will kill me,” Wilbur said, before tucking a long piece of hair behind her ear. “I’ll be back tomorrow, though.”
“Good, someone’s gotta help me refill my stash of supplies,” Sally said, smirking. “I’m all out of beetroot for bruise cream, if you haven’t heard.”
“Will do, my salmon,” Wilbur said, getting up, grabbing his sword, bag, and beanie before heading to the entrance.
“Be careful heading back, you’re still healing.”
“Gosh, you sound like Phil.” Wilbur chided sarcastically before Sally gave him a look. “I’ll be careful, I swear.” Wilbur pulled Sally in for a close embrace, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “I love you, my salmon.”
“Love you, Wilby.” At the rarely used nickname, Wilbur’s heart melted as he muttered a simple ‘bye’ and climbed down the ladder.
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Sally didn’t understand what was going on, and she was mostly kind of scared. Standing over a bucket and puking as the sun rose up was not exactly a great sign. Neither was the weird soreness. Maybe she had some kind of flu or something? Either way, one thing was for sure - she didn’t like this, at all. Being a survivor and runner for years on end, she prided herself for being pretty healthy and knowing a lot of good healing tips and tricks to not slow herself down. Now, she felt ashamed. Weak.
She hoped it was just the flu. Grimacing, she swallowed the medicine and took some water and a snack on her way out - She didn’t want to be late for work. Her hair was a bit of a mess and she chewed a bit of mint to disguise the bad breath she gained from this morning. She felt awful but pushed the feeling aside. It must just be a bug or something, had to be.
When she was old enough, she started looking for a job in town to get some money and not have to worry about hunting every night. Sure, Phil always had a spot for her at the table, but even Sally knew how much he was stretched to the limit feeding five. Luckily, she found a pretty cushiony job at the trade center - where she and a handful of others settled disputes over what was a fair trade and what wasn’t. 
As she worked she headed to steady herself every now and then when she felt sick or lightheaded. It just got worse as the days went on, and it got too much for her to ignore. She left early on sick leave and made a quick stop at the library before heading home, determined to figure out what was going on with her and fix it in whatever way possible. She settled in bed with some hot tea and opened the book: ‘Easy to Spot Ailments Hidden in Plain Sight’. At this point, she was fed up feeling horrible and just wanted it to end. Her head ached, her stomach churned with any bit of food she tried to get down. Her shaking hands flipped through the pages as she looked for what matched her list of symptoms in her head - Nausea, light-headedness, fatigue…
‘Pregnancy, in the early stages, is common to have morning sickness, fatigue, tender or sore muscles…’
Her eyes widened at the thought… pregnant…? She scanned the page intently and as it were - most of her symptoms she’d been suffering the past few weeks were right there. Her mind whirred with the thought of the possibility. Wilbur was still trying to find a job in town, and they haven’t even gotten their own space yet - they definitely were not ready. The shapeshifter’s thoughts turned to Wil - if it was really the case, how would he react? Maybe he’ll be done with her for good because of it, they took precautions but not enough, she didn’t do enough to stop herself from getting into this position. Wilbur wouldn’t be ready yet, she isn’t either - maybe he’ll ditch her for his own survival. 
She wouldn’t blame him. 
It took her a few moments to realize she was crying. Her head was clouded with so many doubts, fears and what ifs she didn’t even notice. She wiped her tears away. She needed to keep a clear head, she needed to stay calm. Maybe she wasn’t even pregnant, she had to check with the town healer to make sure. There was probably nothing to worry about anyway, and she’d have gotten so worked up over nothing!
Now, looking over the positive pregnancy test in the healer’s hut, all she could think was: ‘Shit.’
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Wilbur strummed a bit on his guitar as he sat cross-legged in his bed, Sally snuggled up in blankets next to him, humming constantly. “Have you been writing, Wil?”
“A bit.” Wilbur smiled. “Nothing concrete yet, I’m afraid.” Sally pouted slightly, her lower lip out just so, dramatic enough to make both of them laugh. “Sorry to disappoint, my number one fan. Maybe I could make it up by playing a song request…?”
“Love your songs, Wilby.” Sally said as she nuzzled to his side and he smiled.
“I know, my salmon.” Wilbur crooned as he planted a soft kiss on her forehead. “Now, what song do you wanna hear?”
“Hm… what about the pretty soft one?”
“You never remember the names, do you?” Wilbur joked as he checked and tuned up the instrument. Sally laughed.
“Never.” Sally said. “Luckily I don’t have to.” Wilbur began to strum a soft tune as he sang softly with the music, and Sally drank it all in with a smile, her heart feeling full.
“You and I
We’re different but somehow we fit.
And I promise you
No matter what, I’ll never quit.
Because you are the good days,
The tough days,
When I feel like I can’t breathe,
I love you, I hope you like me.”
Sally began to sing along as well, and when the song was done, Wilbur put his guitar down and cuddled Sally close. He wrapped his arms around her until she was completely comfortable and they both laid there, just content in each other’s arms. Though Wilbur could tell she was happy, he also could tell something else was up - she fidgeted every now and then, seemingly never comfortable. He knew her well enough to know when something was bothering her - the way her eyes focused too much on the blanket, lost in thought and her eyebrows furrowed were her telltale signs. “Okay, what’s on your mind?”
“Nothing’s on my mind, I’m just tired.”
“You’re fidgeting, you’re staring into space - did something happen at work?” Wilbur asked, concerned. “If anyone’s bothering you-”
“No, no. Nothing’s going on at work.” Sally said. “Really, I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Wilbur asked, and he couldn’t help but notice her hesitation.
“Yes…” She said before she looked around the room a bit, her body fidgeting more violently. “Where’s the bathroom again…?”
“Just down the hall.” Wilbur grew concerned as he noticed her shaking body rush out of the room. Did… did he do something wrong…? He heard the door quickly slam, and he couldn’t help but replay the events in his head over and over. Did he make her uncomfortable? Maybe he shouldn’t have tried to cuddle her, maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all.
“You okay?” Wilbur looked up to see Philza standing in the doorway casually, looking a bit concerned. That’s when WIlbur noticed how hard he was gripping the blanket on the bed, staring off into space.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I dunno if she is, though.” Wilbur said.
“I heard the slam.” Philza stated. 
“Phil, how do you know if someone’s uncomfortable around you?” Wilbur asked, and Phil’s eyebrows furrowed in thought.
“I guess it depends on the person, sometimes you can tell by their body language... Why?”
“Sally’s been off, she’s not acting like herself. I’m worried about her, I know something’s causing her to be like this, and I dunno if it’s me.” Wilbur said honestly, and Philza’s face turned to a warm comforting smile.
“It’s not you, Wil. I know she loves you just as much as you love her.” Philza said, certain.
“If it’s not me…” WIlbur started. “Then what is it?”
“I don’t know, if I’m honest. But i wouldn’t worry too much over it, okay? I’m sure she’ll tell you what’s going on when she’s ready to.” Phil reassured him. As he told his son, he too tried to keep his worries at bay. He didn’t want to get in the middle of his son’s love life, but if something really bad was happening to the shapeshifter, Phil wanted to help.
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Philza tried to stay calm as the girl broke down into tears over the two words that spilled over her lips. Part of him wanted to scream, to scold… they were both in their early twenties, but Phil still saw them as kids, kids who didn’t know what to do and were too young to be parents yet. He was mad at them for not being careful, he was upset that Sally felt the need to hide it, and most of all he felt scared for both of them. For the first time in his life, Phil couldn’t protect them. He couldn’t just pull out his sword and fight it all and make all the monsters and scary things go away, and it scared him. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second to process, before handing the crying girl a tissue, doing his best to calm her.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I… I felt so ashamed that I let this happen, I-” Sally’s voice shook. “If Wilbur knew, he’d probably leave, I-”
“Hey.” Phil’s voice was stern but soft. “You couldn’t have done anything to prevent this, it isn’t your fault, okay?” Sally looked to the floor. Phil rubbed her trembling shoulders as a few moments of silence passed between the two. Phil looked firm. “You’ve gotta tell him.”
“No… no I can’t…” Sally said, images flashing through her head of his disgusted face, glaring at her coldy, telling her that if she really cared and respected him, loved him, she would have been more careful, telling her that he wasn’t willing to get dragged down into her mess, so she’ll just have to deal with it.
“Sally, he’s gonna figure it out eventually. Would it be better if you told him, or if he figured out you kept it from him too late?” Philza said.
“He’s done so much for me, I don’t want to burden him with this. He doesn’t deserve to pay for my mistake.” Sally said softly.
“But it’s not your mistake, it’s not ‘your’ anything, you can’t blame yourself for this.”
“Then who can I blame, Phil? Why did this happen, then?!” Sally snapped. “What am I supposed to do now… what can I do now?!” Silence once again engulfed the room as Phil sat and slowly took the shapeshifter’s hands in his.
“You know, when I figured out I was going to be a Dad, I was so scared. I was 22 with no stable job, moving from place to place, living off the land, that’s no way to raise a family.” Philza said, staring into space as he spoke, recalling the memory. “I learned a lot, then - like some things happen without a reason… bad things, but also really good things. Amazing things. And, I know that even now, I’m still scared about it all, but I know you’ll both get through it together just fine. You care too much about each other to let anything get in the way of that.” His gentle expression met hers. “What you’re gonna do now, is you’re going to breathe, finish your cup of tea, and relax. Then when Wilbur comes back from getting the honey with Tommy and Tubbo, you’re gonna look him in the eyes and tell him, even if you’re scared. Because as much as you’re afraid of losing him, he’s afraid of losing you, too.”
Sally swallowed thickly, nodding. “Then what?”
“Then, we’ll figure everything out together, okay?” Phil took his own tea cup in his hands and sipped, looking out the window as the sun began to set. Sally, with shaking breaths, sipped her tea as well as the two sat in a comfortable silence. When the door opened and shouts erupted from the hallway, Phil gave Sally’s hand one final squeeze before getting up and taking their empty tea cups to the kitchen. 
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“Go. Take your mind off everything for a bit.” Philza had told him as he practically pushed him out the front door. “You can’t just be anxious, worried and cooped up in your room over a girl. Take a break.” When he tried to protest, Philza put his hand up, silencing him. “Besides, Techno’s too busy today to go with them, and someone’s gotta make sure they get home in one piece. Enjoy yourself and have fun, okay?”
Now, sitting under the cover of a bush, all three of them - Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo - looked over toward the bee’s nest. “Okay, what’s the plan here?” Tubbo asked, and Tommy smiled, a plan already forming in his mind.
“Okay, so you lure all the bees out with some flowers, while Wilbur and I get the honey. If it backfires..” Tommy hit his fist against his hand. “We’ll hit ‘em with Plan B.”
“What’s Plan B..?” WIlbur asked curiously.
“Well, it's a highly complicated-” Tubbo began.
“-and a simplistic plan that has always gotten us out of trouble so far.” Tommy said, which did not do much to help Wilbur’s new worries over Plan B.
Tubbo picked a huge pile of lilies and daisies and nervously walked closer while Tommy gave him a thumbs up from behind the bush. “You got this, Bee Whisperer!” He hashly said softly, while Wilbur looked over to him. 
“Are you sure this is safe?” WIlbur said, looking over at Tubbo, ready to tackle him to the ground if things went south. “I know bees like flowers, but I’m pretty sure they can tell the difference-”
“Oh yeah, Tubbo’s got this.” Tommy reassured him. “He’s the Bee Whisperer, after all.” A large glass jar landed with a ‘thunk’ on the soft grass. “You’ll hold the jar while I get the honey.”
“Do you even know how to get honey from the nest?” Wilbur asked, and Tommy looked confused.
“Yeah, you just stick your hand in, and-”
“No, nope, we’re not doing that.” WIlbur said. “You’re holding the jar, I’m getting the honey.” He looked over the bush, and to his surprise, the bees flew around Tubbo peacefully, landing on the flowers he held as Tubbo let out a weird buzzing noise from his mouth. Huh - the Bee Whisperer… cool. 
Tommy muttered angrily in protest as he hauled the jar over at his signal, and Wilbur picked up a stick and slowly began to put globs of honey in the jar.
“Is the reason I’m not doing it because of your women problems?”
“Shut up, Tommy-” Wilbur harshly said under his breath, trying to focus. “You’ll alert the bees.”
“Well excuse me for trying to distract myself, this thing’s heavy-”
“Shut up.” Wilbur muttered angrily. Sure, it was kind of harsh, but he was the one who was complaining. They were about halfway done filling the jar when  a few bees began to fly back to the nest, and Tubbo tried to call them back to no avail.
“I think it’s time for Plan B, Wil-”
“No, it’s just a few bees, Tommy…”
One bee in particular decided to land on Tommy’s nose, and that was it. “PLAN B!” He shouted as he capped the honey jar and gave it to Wilbur as he noticed all the bees begin to run back to the nest, sensing danger. Wilbur pushed him away from the nest. “Run!”
Well, Wilbur did not need to be told twice. He rushed away as Tubbo ran after him toward their hiding place in the bush. Tommy followed soon after, covered in honey and bee stings, his hands particularly sticky. Wilbur looked over to see the nest destroyed. He flicked Tommy’s forehead. “That was a terrible plan, you idiot!”
“Ow!” Tommy rubbed the spot a bit as it burned in pain. “Hey, it worked didn’t it? We’re all safe.”
“You can’t just punch away all your problems!��� Wilbur shouted. “You could have gotten really hurt!”
“I’m sorry.” Tommy said quietly, looking bothered by his older brother’s tone. Wilbur sighed, his arms crossed. Though it was good to let his frustrations out, he shouldn’t have snapped at him - Tommy was far from the one who’d been aggravating him recently. Tubbo looked at the two, then to the jar.
“Well hey,” He said, smiling, trying to lighten the tense mood. “Look at how much honey we’ve got.” He moved the almost full jar in front to show off. “This has gotta be enough honey for the bee farm, Phil’s gonna be impressed - we make a pretty good team.” Tommy brightened a bit at his friend’s words, though still kind of hurt, and moved to take the jar from Tubbo.
“We should be heading back, the sun's almost down.” Tommy said as he stood, picked up the jar and walked off, Tubbo close behind, and then Wilbur at the back. 
Wilbur would be lying if he said the past few weeks had been easy - he tried his best to just stay calm, but every time without fail Sally would always rush away, or snap at him. If she was upset with him, he wished she’d just tell him instead of playing this stupid guessing game. He felt like he was walking on eggshells around her, and he hated it. He didn’t like all this secrecy, he didn’t like not being able to just talk with her the way they used to. He was upset and angry with Sally, he just wanted to know what’s going on, is that such a hard thing to ask?
He scoffed to himself - he was supposed to be keeping his mind off it, but he couldn’t even do that. He couldn’t even relax when things were so tense with her, how pathetic is that…?
“Wilbur?”
“...What?” He asked, snapped out of his thoughts by Tubbo, who pointed ahead.
“This is the right direction, right?”
“I’m not Techno, but… I think…” He looked around, scrambling for some familiar landmark. Tommy was in front, uncharacteristically quiet. Then, he spotted a rotten tree log, and it clicked in his mind where they were. “Yes, just a bit that way.” He moved toward the front, and Tommy kept his eyes forward. Feeling awkward, Wilbur touched the sft fabric of his beanie, taking in his hands and running his fingers over it, taking a breath before finally breaking the silence.
“Look, I’m sorry for snapping at you. You didn’t deserve that.”
Tommy’s eyes were fixated on the jar for now. “You’ve been so off lately, and I just thought maybe if we dragged you on some crazy adventure, I’d get you back. But it still followed us, I don’t understand… is it me?”
“No, I… it isn’t, Tommy.” Wilbur said, focusing on the knitted stitches as he formed the words to say. “I’ve just been- Things with me and Sally have been... complicated, recently. Still, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”
“So, you really are having women problems.” Tommy’s tone was serious, an oddity for the usually joking teen. “You really care about her a lot, don’t you?”
“Yeah… yeah, I do.” Wilbur breathed.
“No wonder. I haven’t seen you this torn up about anyone in… in well, forever.” Tommy smiled, not joking or smirking, but just smiled. “We’re here for you, you know.”
“I know.” Wilbur smiled as the two made eye contact. “Thank you, Tommy.”
“Does this mean you’re not mad at each other anymore?” Tubbo asked from behind them, and the two brothers smiled. 
“Yeah, yeah I think we’re done.” Tommy said as Tubbo wrapped his arms around both of his brothers shoulders with a relieved smile. 
“Good, because I did not want to be walking home in that awkward silence for another hour.” With that, laughter erupted from all three. 
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Philza smiled, eyebrows raised in a bit of surprise as he took the jar of honey from Tommy, looking at his condition. “Should I even ask?”
“We used Plan B.” Tubbo said with a smile, making Tommy smirk.
“I punched a thing.” Tommy said confidently, and Philza laughed. 
“Go get cleaned up, both of you - and don’t forget to apply that sting cream.” The two boys marched to the bathroom as Philza set their prized jar on the counter. Back in the living room, Wilbur’s gut ached uncomfortably as Sally walked toward him, giving him a sad smile. 
“Hey.” Her hands found their way into his and their fingers interlocked. It felt… nice.
“Hey.”
“Do you, uh… can we talk? Alone?”
“Uh… yeah, yeah. Okay.”
Sally’s hands never left his as they sat down on his bed in his room, the door closed behind them. Though for the past few weeks Wilbur had so much he wanted to say to his girlfriend, now he couldn’t seem to find any words as they just sat in silence for a few moments. The fur on Sally’s ears and tail stood on end, and she took a deep breath, looking at their hands as she finally spoke.
“Okay, Wil… there’s something I’ve gotta tell you.”
Wilbur’s heart felt uneasy by your nervousness, worries filling his mind of finally figuring out the truth… and if he didn’t like what it was. If Sally decided to break up with him - all the uncomfortableness would make so much sense, why would she drag it out for this long… he really hoped it wasn’t that, but… it seemed more and more probable. 
“You’ve probably noticed I’ve been acting weird, right?” She asked as he nodded. “Well, remember when I told you that I used to not be attached to anything, because I knew it could only lead to disaster?”
“Yeah…?”
“Well… I’m attached to you, a lot. I’ve realized it lately, and I’ve realized I don’t… I don’t want to lose you. I was so scared that if I told you, I would, and I… I love you too much to lose you, Wil.”
Is this what she’d been upset about?
“You’re never going to lose me, Sally. I promise…” He said, relaxing a bit as his mind whirred about the entire situation. He kissed her forehead softly as he pulled her in for a comforting embrace. “I promise I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
Sally smiled, beginning to relax a bit more, but still a bit nervous. “That’s why it’s been so hard to tell you, Wil.”
“Tell me what?”
Sally took another deep breath. “Wilbur, I’m pregnant.”
Wilbur blinked a few times, trying to process what his girlfriend had just said. Pregnant. She… she was pregnant. That was not what he was expecting her to tell him in the slightest. But, it did explain some things - her frequent bathroom trips, for one. His mind slowly began to put the pieces together, how it made so much sense…
“You serious…?” He asked her, and she smiled, tucking his hair behind his ear.
“One hundred percent, Wilby.” Her voice shook with nervousness as she mustered a smile, not knowing what he’d do or say next. Wilbur broke out into a huge smile as he took Sally into his arms and spun her around as the two laughed, smiling. Wilbur was so relieved that it wasn’t what he thought, that it was the farthest thing from his worries. All the anxiety, the fear… it all went away. They both fell into the bed, smiling and laughing. Wilbur planted a soft kiss on Sally’s cheek as he moved to cuddle her tightly in his arms. “So… you’re not upset with me?”
“No, why would I?” Wilbur said. “Of course, I mean, it’s unexpected… but, we’ll get through it together.” His attention quickly turned to her, his relief turning quickly into concern. “Are… are you okay? I can’t imagine what you’re going through, if you even want the baby-”
“I’ve had lots of time to think about it.” Sally laughed. “And, I’ll admit I had mixed feelings at first - partly because of what you’d think, but partly because I’ve never even thought about kids, you know? It always seemed so far off.”
“Well, if you’re uncomfortable about it, we can always talk about other options, or…” Wilbur said, trying to reassure her.
“No. No… I…” Her eyebrows furrowed, and her ears flicked back and forth. “I think I wanna keep it.” She looked over to Wilbur as her hands found their way back into his. “I was so scared of losing everything that I kept this from you for so long… I don’t want to be scared anymore.” She laid her head against his chest, finding the words as her eyes were glued on their hands. “I want… I want you, Wilbur. I want this.”
“Are you sure, we don’t have to decide anything right now, I don’t want to pressure you-”
“Wilbur.” Sally reached up to cup his cheek with a comforting smile, feeling happy, relieved, and content. Of course, part of her was scared of the unknown, but Sally knew that what Phil had told her, what Wilbur told her was the absolute truth - she and Wilbur would get through it together. Her hand moved his over her stomach, and Wilbur couldn’t help but smile as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
You wouldn’t see it at first glance, but they were both absolutely terrified at the new adventure waiting for them. Yet, somehow, in each other’s arms, they felt safe, secure. Like they could do anything. I guess, looking to what would come next, that was more true than either of them would think.
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superbadassnatural · 4 years
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Special Treat
Summary: The trials of God have been taking a toll on Sam. Good thing Y/N is always there to take good care of her boyfriend. Square filled: Trials!Sam Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 2,320 Warnings: fluff, little angst, mention of weight loss, nudity A/N: This takes place in 08.20 “Pac-Man Fever”. Some of the lines are actually from the episode. This was written for @spntfwbingo​
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Sam dragged himself into the war room. Groaning as he tried to rub the sleep off his eyes. His hair was a mess and his eyes held an endless weariness.
He found Dean nursing his beer while he stared into the screen of his laptop. In front of his brother were you. Your feet were propped up on the table. Your eyes left the book in your lap as he entered the room.
“Look who’s awake,” you beamed, standing up.
“I’m telling you, give me five minutes with some clippers-” Dean said as he took in his brother’s state.
“Ah, shut up,” Sam ran his hands through his hair.
You walked towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Standing on your tiptoes, you planted a kiss on his jaw.
“Uh, what time did I lay down?”
“You took a siesta around noon,” Dean answered. “Yesterday.”
Sam’s eyes widened. He knew he had slept a lot, but he had no idea it had been this much. Dean tossed Sam a beer. The youngest Winchester didn’t move a muscle and the bottle shattered on the ground.
“I’m sorry, uh,” his voice was adenoidal. He wasn’t fine.
“Dean!” you scolded.
“That’s why we don’t have nice things, Sam.”
“Sammy?” you asked and he hummed. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he nodded before kissing the top of your head. “How are we on finding Kevin?”
“Look, man,” Dean started. “I’ve hacked into every security camera around Garth’s houseboat, Kevin’s hometown, where Mrs. Tran lived-“
“And?”
“Nothing. We got nothing.”
“We should go out and search for him.”
“Sam, no,” you said. “Please, you need to focus on getting better.”
“I’m fine. I swear.”
“You’re fine?” his brother asked, his eyebrow cocked. “C’mere.”
You followed Dean to the shooting range. He picked his gun and fired three times at one of the targets. The corner of his lips turned down as his eyebrows raised.
“Alright,” he held the gun out for Sam. “You hit that target, we’ll talk about you getting back out there.”
Sam rolled his eyes, taking the pistol from his brother. He held with one hand, index finger on the trigger. He shifted in his place. Both hands gripping the gun tight and this time he fired. Twice. The bullets hit the brick wall. Sam sighed in defeat. You placed your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly.
“It’s okay, Sammy.”
“You need to rest, man,” Dean sighed and scooped the gun.
“Why don’t you go to our room and wait for me, huh?” you suggested and he only nodded, heading towards the bedroom.
“This is not good,” Dean said once his brother was out of sight.
“I know. The second one hit him harder,” you breathed out. “You can go do the things you gotta do. I’ll take care of him.”
“If you need anything- if he gets worse, you call me.”
“I will. Promise.”
You made coffee and a sandwich for Sam. After placing them on a tray, you headed to your shared bedroom. Sam was sitting at the edge of the bed. His eyes staring ahead blankly. Even though the door was open, you knocked, startling him a bit.
“Sorry,” your voice was barely upon a whisper. “Brought you breakfast. I know you should be having lunch, but I think it’s better if you eat lighter things.”
He nodded before sitting back in bed. His back pressed against the headboard. You placed the tray on his lap and his lips curled into a weak smile.
“Thanks,” he said before taking a bite of his sandwich.
He ate in silence. He wasn’t okay, that you knew. Sam looked destroyed. The trials were wearing on him more than they should. You didn’t expect it to make such damages. Sam’s strong. He has been through so much throughout his entire life. It was rare to see him this tired.
“Sammy?”
“Hmm,” he hummed.
“How are you feeling?” you took the tray from his lap as he finished eating and placed it on the nightstand.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” you shook your head, your hand reaching to his hair. “We both know you’re not fine. Don’t lie to me, Sammy,” you tried to say it as gentle as you could.  “You can lie to Dean all you want, but don’t hide from me,” your voice was barely upon a whisper. You didn’t want him to think you were scolding him.
“Y/N, I-” he sighed. He couldn’t bring himself to finish. He was too tired.
“Sam, I’m not mad at you. I’m not,” you cupped his cheek and he leaned into your touch. His growing stubble tickling your palm. “I just want you to be honest with me. I know you don’t want me to worry, but if you keep telling me you’re fine, you’re only gonna make me worry even more. You don’t wanna worry Dean and that’s okay, but you can open up to me. Always. I can only take care of you if you talk to me.”
Sam swallowed thick. He didn’t want you and Dean worrying about him. You have too much on a daily basis that wears you out, he didn’t want to be a burden to any of you.
“It’s worse than I anticipated,” he confessed. “I thought it would be easier and that I could make it, but I’m not sure anymore. I’m tired of fighting. I want to end it and the only way to do it is by doing these trials,” he mumbled. “This whole thing is not doing any good to me. I know that. I can feel it. My body is weaker. I slept for almost twenty-four hours and I’m still tired as shit. I’m afraid I won’t make it. I don’t care about what happens to me, but leaving you and Dean? It’s the worst thing I could ever do,” tears welled in his eyes. “I know that I’m gonna make the world a better place by finishing these trials. It would be a dream come true not having demons walking among us. We could live more peacefully. We could even start our family, but- But I’m not sure I’m gonna make it, Y/N/N,” he sobbed, a tear rolling down his cheek.
“Sammy,” you engulfed him in your arms and allowed your own tears to fall freely. “Nothing is worth losing you. Nothing. I don’t care about the world being a greater place if that means you won’t be here to know what that feels like. I can’t afford to lose you. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever,” you cried, pulling away so you could hold his face between your hands. His hazel eyes stared back at your teary ones. “I also know that if there’s someone capable of doing this, that someone is you, Sam Winchester. You are the strongest person I know and you can get through it. I know you can, but you don’t have to. Not if you’re not gonna make it or if you feel you can’t do this. You don’t have to carry this on your shoulders. You can lean on me. On Dean. We’re here for you and we’re gonna support you no matter what.”
“I know you will,” he nodded. “Can you not tell this to him? I don’t want him to worry.”
“Sam, Dean is always worried,” you chuckled. “But I won’t tell him,” you pecked his lips. “Right now, I think you could hop on that shower and let me take care of you.”
He nodded, standing up and heading to the bathroom. You picked his boxers and a pair of sweats for him, underwear and an oversized t-shirt for you. Sam stood still in the bathroom. You placed your clothes and turned the water on, making sure the temperature was right.
“Hey,” you approached him, your hands on his hips. “I got you, okay?”
Sam smiled before starting to undress. You did the same. Once his clothes hit the ground, you couldn’t help but notice he was skinnier. Sam always had a muscular body. He wasn’t that bulky, but he was toned in all the right places. You glanced away quickly and hopped on the shower. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable because you were staring, especially about his body. He took your lead and hopped in.
The warm water hit your back, making you relax instantly. You held out your hand for him, intertwining your fingers.
“C’mere,” you called.
He walked closer and wrapped his arms around your waist. Your body pressed against his, your arms around his shoulders.
“I love you so much,” you said.
“I love you too,” he pecked your lips into a chaste kiss. “More than anything.”
You melted into his embrace. Your head resting against his bare chest. He leaned, chin pressed on top of your hair. The water poured into both of you as you enjoyed each other’s company in silence. He tightened his hold on you, afraid you were going to vanish into thin air.
“I’m here,” you reassured him. “I’m not going anywhere. Promise,” he kissed your temple. His lips lingering a little longer. “Let me take care of you.”
Pulling away, you repositioned him. The water was only hitting his back now. His shoulders slumped as the tension started to fade. You reached for his shampoo and poured the right amount in your hand.
“Can you just, uh, lean a little? Or I won’t be able to wash your hair,” you giggled, earning a light chuckle from him.
He leaned, allowing you to reach for his head. You ran your fingers in circular motions as you massaged his scalp. He relaxed even more and a muffled moan escaped through the seam of his lips. His eyes were closed and he looked so delicate.
“Let your head fall back so I can wash off the shampoo,” you said, standing behind him. Your fingers running freely through his hair. “There you go.”
You finished washing his hair with his conditioner. You planted a kiss on his shoulder. Arms wrapping around his middle. His back flushed against your chest.
“You really didn’t have to do this,” he mumbled. His hands resting on top of yours.
“I know,” you pressed your lips to his skin again. “You’re always taking care of me and making sure I’m okay. Let me do this for you. You need it.”
You grabbed the loofah and poured soap on it before rubbing it against his back. You bathed his skin carefully not to make him uncomfortable. Once you stood in front of him, you noticed his blushing cheeks. The fact that even after five years dating — countless times showering together — you still get that reaction from him warms your heart. The water poured down, dripping on his skin and washing all the soap and some of his worries away.
He reached for your shampoo and opened it.
“You don’t have to do this,” you stopped him gently. “I got this,” you grabbed the bottle from his hand. Sam couldn’t find it in him to protest. He knew it would be in vain.
He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. You finished up quickly and hopped out, fumbling for your towels. One wrapped around your hair and the other around your body. Sam’s hands were gripping both sides of the sink. You figured he might have swiped a towel over the mirror because it wasn’t foggy anymore. You approached him, fingers tracing up his bicep.
“Everything okay?” you asked and he nodded.
You dried yourself and pulled up your panties and the navy blue t-shirt you had stolen from Sam. He dried himself quickly, putting on his boxers and his sweatpants. Then he shook out the excess of water from his hair with a towel while you brushed yours. You exited the bathroom together and headed to your room.
“Go get comfortable. I’m getting you a nice surprise,” you beamed.
His lips curled into a smile as he laid in the middle of the bed. You headed out of the bedroom for a minute and came back with scented candles and massage oil.
“You gotta be kidding me?” his eyes glistened, his voice filled with excitement this time.
“You got yourself a special treat tonight, Mr. Winchester,” you winked.
“God, what did I do to deserve you?”
You lit the candles and scattered them around the room, creating the perfect ambiance.
“On your stomach, sir.”
Sam flipped on his stomach, folding his arms above his head. A smile played on his lips. You’d do anything just to see him smiling. You moved on top of him before applying the right amount of the oil in your palm. You rubbed your hands together and started with smooth, rhythmic strokes throughout his back.
He let out a sigh the second your fingers met his skin. Tracing slow, circular patterns up and down the sides of his spine, you applied gentle pressure with your fingertips. Your hands reached for his broad shoulders, stroking, and pulling.
“Hmmm, this feels so good,” he moaned.
You smiled. His eyes were closed and he was allowing himself to relax. You used the heels of your hands to apply more pressure to his upper back. Sam melted as your fingers prodded into his skin, stroking. You took your time massaging your boyfriend. With every press and pull of your fingers, he relaxed a little more. He deserved to be taken care of. Sam was always so worried about taking good care of everyone else, he forgot to look after himself. Good thing you were there to do it for him.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he mumbled.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” you laughed.
“I would,” a chuckle left his lips. “I love you, Y/N, so much.”
“I love you with all my heart, Sammy.”
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honest-tree · 4 years
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Lemon Verbena pt.5
A/n: Sorry for the wait. School started up again and I’ve just been unmotivated af
Warnings: None 
Words: 1189
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The next morning Y/n doesn't wake up alone. Legolas was asleep with his head lying on the bed. He was holding onto her hand even during his sleep.
She almost couldn't believe he actually returned her feelings. It felt like a dream. She had convinced herself that there was no way it would ever happen.
Falling for him was nothing like what she had experienced before. If anything, it wasn't so much of a fall, but more of a tumble.
There was no love at first sight. Sure he was handsome, very handsome if she was being honest. But at the time she first met him, her heart just wasn't ready for love just yet. 
Her love for him came bit by bit scattered throughout their time together. 
It started about a month after his second visit.
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The colder months that always made Y/n exited finally came overnight, leaving a soft blanket of snow upon the forest.
Even though it was beautiful, this snow brought a bit of sadness to Y/n. 
Legolas had sent her notice a few days prior that he would come to visit her on that day, but Y/n couldn't expect him to travel through the forest in these conditions. She frowned at the thought.
Wait, why did this make her sad? When did his visits impact her so much that she couldn't enjoy a beautiful day? 
Y/n shook her head to hopefully rid him of it. He was a friend, and she liked his company. That was it.
She decided to get on with her daily routine. Getting up from her bed, she went about the house caring for the plants that were inside and tidying up. 
Once she was confident the plants were happy and well taken care of, she ate a small breakfast herself.
Her father had always teased her when she was little for caring more about the plants than she did herself. He said that she was the type to overwater plants because she loved them so much.
Pulling herself out of the fond memory, Y/n situated herself on a comfy chair next to a window. She sipped at a delicious cup of tea and watched the snowfall.
She was just starting to relax when a familiar knock resonated from her door. 
Quickly setting down her tea, Y/n rushed over to the door. 
When she opened the door and saw who it was, she didn't even give Legolas the chance to say any sort of greeting, she just pulled him into the house. Then immediately started to fret about him.
"It's freezing outside! You could get sick!"  She made him pull off his wet shoes and jacket and seated him by the fire with a warm cup of tea and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
All the while, he just watched her, smirking at how worried she was when he could obviously take care of himself. Elves were not affected by the cold like humans were.
Once Y/n finally stopped rushing around, she sat down next to him with her, now lukewarm, cup of tea.  
She studied him with furrowed brows. "You didn't have to come. You could have gotten hurt." Y/n knew she didn't have any right to tell him what he should and shouldn't do, but she was genuinely worried for him. 
He had come twice a week for an entire month. Y/n had no idea why exactly he came. He must have had other things to do as a prince. But she was happy to have company, so she wouldn't question it. You don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Legolas looked over the rim of his tea with a half-smile gracing his lips. "A little snow isn't going to keep me from fulfilling my promises." He joked, but he really wouldn't let anything stop him from seeing her. 
By this point, Legolas had already realized he had feelings for Y/n. He wanted to tell her, but he knew better than to try and push her on that subject. So for now, he was content to just spend as much time with her as possible.
"Whatever you say." taking a quick sip of her tea Y/n glanced back over at Legolas. "How did that meeting with your father go?"
One of the most common things they talked about was what had gone on at the palace between his visits.
Not much of it was good, but when Y/n knew what had happened, she was better able to make him feel better.
Lowering his head, Legolas said, "Horrible, as always. But we both knew nothing would come of it."  
Looking back up at Y/n, he plastered a smile on his face. He didn't come here to bathe in self-pity.
  "How have you been? Did you find those seeds in the market?" Y/n could tell he was looking for an out, and she decided to give it to him. 
They continued talking about anything and everything for hours until Y/n looked out the window and saw that the sun was about to set. So, she suggested that he head home before it became too dark for him to find the path.
Legolas was hesitant to go. He wanted to say to her that this place was more of a home than the palace would ever be, but he knew she was right. He had to get home before his father became angry and worried about him.
After picking up all of his stuff (including a bunch of different teas Y/n wanted him to try), Legolas headed to open the door. 
The sun had started to set, spraying orange and pink through the thick canopy of trees and reflecting off of the snow. 
When he turned around to say goodbye, the golden light hit him in a way that made him look even more angelic than usual. 
Y/n had to pull herself from staring at how beautiful he was and just adjusted his jacket so that it fits him more snugly. 
Legolas, on the other hand, was taking the literally golden opportunity to really look at her. She was beautiful. Unlike most elves he knew in the palace, she was beautiful both on the outside and the inside.
"You should hurry, the sun sets quicker during winter." Y/n could feel his eyes boring into her, and prayed that he didn't find everything that resided in her mind.
Legolas tore his eyes from her face and looked at the setting sun. "Yes, I suppose I should."
Y/n looked back at him. "It was nice to see you, but you really should be more worried about your safety. Promise me you'll be careful on your way back?"
"You shouldn't worry about me. I'll be fine." 
They said goodbye, and once Legolas was out of sight, Y/n closed the door. 
Sitting back down in her chair, Y/n's head was a mess just thinking about Legolas.
Her heart was beating at a fast beat that she had felt once before, many years ago. 
Her chest ached at the thought, but there was no mistaking it. She was growing feelings for the prince.
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The Middle of the Road (Chapter 13)
Warnings: None just romance
Chapter 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8 , 9, 10, 11 , 12 13
Eventually they got up to eat, feasting on one of Keanu’s favourite breakfasts - French toast  - and freshly brewed coffee out on the terrace  - it was nearly 11 by the time they ate so it was warm enough to sit out. Later they were planning a hike up into the woods then back down to the lake for a picnic. Emily had packed 2 of his favourite things for lunch: Heinz tomato soup and  pastrami to go in a rye bread sandwich including all the trimmings: Sauerkraut, Russian dressing, mustard and dill pickles. He loved her for being so thoughtful.
Before they left, they checked in with Chloe and John that all was well with their children which it was. That night, they would return them home where Karina and Keanu’s mom would take over the babysitting.  With their minds put at rest, Emily and Keanu set off up into the woods behind the cabin, taking a route about half-way up the mountain before looping round and back down to the lake shore. 
For the first hour or so they were largely quiet, enjoying the open air, just commenting occasionally on the plant life and vistas. Eventually, Emily suggested they start to tackle some of the issues they had put on the table the week before.
“So maybe we should start by thinking about how we handle the situation now – I mean while I’m still feeding Hannah and not working and you have stuff to do but you’re not filming. I don’t really like the idea of being regimented but it might help if we lay some markers down. It feels like because we didn’t, that’s why things slipped off the radar without us meaning them to.”
“And the children need routine I guess, so yeah that makes sense  - and it appeals to the Virgo in me!”
“yeah” she laughed “Mr regimented sock draw!”
“hey, leave my sock draw be”
It was good to have some light-hearted banter to punctuate the discussion. They continued and agreed on designated days for her writing and his gym when they were all in LA.  Swapping days was allowed, but ideally to be an exception only so everyone knew where they stood. It didn’t sit well with him to demand that others working on his projects fit in with him, but he reluctantly agreed that his status was high enough for him to be able to ask for that so they could make the routine stick.
For the time being, Emily wasn’t ready to throw her hat in the ring for live projects, but she thought in around 4 months time, when Johnny would be 2 and Hannah had turned 1, she would contact her agent about working again. 
If she did get a script she really wanted to do, whether just to get her name out there again or if she really loved it, then they would probably need to think about childcare options since Keanu did have a film coming soon as well as Arch and some production commitments with Company films.  She didn’t need to work for the money clearly, but so she had her own life and her own creative outlet. It was one of the things they had talked about last week – that her sense of self wasn’t complete without writing just like his without acting. He’d fallen in love with Emily the writer and he wanted her to have that back as well as the new identity of mother to their children.
For childcare, a nanny was an obvious option but Emily had concerns about finding the right one given they didn’t need someone full time all year round but they would possibly need someone full time every now and then.
“We can pay someone a full-time rate though even if we don’t need them full time” Keanu stated.
“Yeah I know, but is a good nanny going to want to be paid to do nothing sometimes? Or maybe there are people who do this on an occasional basis to supplement their income? I guess that is a question we can tackle when we have an actual need.”
They agreed to park it for now. As the children got older there would be more social settings they could go to and then of course kindergarten and school.
“What about when you go on location?  Would you want us to travel with you? Us all being there  might be a bit much for you after long days on set – I know you get so focussed”
“yeah but before I didn’t have them to think about  - the last film was in LA so I haven’t ever had to film and be far from them so it’s kind of an unknown. I mean if it’s a long shoot,  it would be hard on us all for me to be away without you. And when they’re older you’ll have to stay home if they’re in school”
“What do you mean “if” they’re in school?” she raised an eyebrow “Are we going off grid?”
“naaah  - I meant that some kids are home schooled or tutored – but I dunno,  doesn’t that strike you as a bit weird? I mean you know I didn’t enjoy school, the education part I mean, but the social thing is key. I don’t want them to grow up weird!”
“Me neither. I mean maybe sometimes we’d take them out of school for a bit when they’re younger if the experience they’d get from travelling with you to a shoot would be valuable, you know but I’d want to be in a house not a hotel if it was more than just a week. A hotel would soon lose its appeal after a few days!”
“Sure, I’ve been in a rented house or apartment on shoots for a while now – I’m less of a gypsy boy these days. You’ve tamed me I think!  Anyway, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Like we said before, when we were actually planning on having kids, we did say I’d cut back so I can’t see me doing more than one location film a year from now on. I don’t want to miss them growing up. It’s not like we need the experience or the money. And it was fine,  you know last year just making one small film.”
By the time they stopped for lunch by the lake, most of the points had been talked through and they could enjoy their lunch.
“You know, that whole conversation and the conflicts were so much more simple to resolve than I’d imagined, now that we’re actually talking” Emily marvelled.
“and listening,  that’s the difference – I know I spent time second guessing what you wanted or worse assuming rather than just coming to you with my questions.  Could have saved ourselves a whole lot of heartache!”
Em leaned over to kiss him.
“Ewwww you taste of pickle!”
“Your fault, you made me my sandwich!”
“touche”
“Sorry but that’s what you signed up for!”
“I don’t recall signing anything!” she laughed.
“would you like to?”
“What? Sign a contract to kiss you even when you eat pickle?!”
“No, Em, I mean would you like to marry me?”
“what?!” Em’s eyes were wide with shock “ what are you talking about?”
Keanu’s mind was racing, trying yet again to second guess her thoughts. He pressed ahead again, just to make it clear what he was saying.
 “Em, I mean, will you marry me?”
 “But we never ……I mean I know it was years ago when we discussed it, but we said we didn’t need the piece of paper” she stuttered
 “I know, but now, it feels right”
 “Why?”
 “You don’t want to, it’s OK” he said frowning slightly
 “No, no that’s not it at all, not what I meant at all” she repeated for emphasis and took his hand in hers, “but  I asked you why”
He sighed,  relieved,  then took a moment to steady himself. He’d surprised himself by asking the question and then when she hadn’t just said yes straight away, it had thrown him off. She was right though, they’d always said they didn’t need a piece of paper, and when they’d got pregnant with Jonathan, they had other things on their mind, like just making it through to having a heathy baby. Once he was born, they had been in the thick of having a new-born and shortly after that, pregnant again with Hannah.  There had been no room to think about marriage or for that matter to really prioritise their relationship.  Now was time for a reset.
“Emily, ever since we started trying for kids, it’s like “us” hasn’t been the priority, but we’re lucky, we’ve got through it, so far at least and we still love each other. And the love I have for you, the connection mentally and physically, I’ve never had that before, not with anyone and I can’t imagine it, and I don’t want it with anyone else. That intimacy we have, it’s so special, so wonderful and I just think I want to celebrate it, to make a public commitment to you, to us. And I know a piece of paper won’t make it secure, only we can do that. But for the kids, as they grow up. I think the solidity of parents who are in love AND married would be helpful to them too. So, errrm, that’s why!”
Tears were running down Emily’s face by the time he finished his speech. She pulled herself together and knelt up in front of him, taking his face into her hands.
“How, just tell me how I got so lucky to fall in love with you? Yes, Keanu I’ll marry you, in a heartbeat I’ll marry you”
A gentle kiss sealed the deal.
“Yes?”  he kissed her again
“Yes!”
 “You’re sure?”
 “Yes, one hundred percent yes, a thousand percent no, make that a million percent, yes!”
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Lonely In Boston - Brandon Carlo
Summary: The reader moved to Boston and feels lonely whenever Brandon leaves her. He makes up for it with taking her on a walk and getting them two little puppies.
Words: 1951
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“You get me. There’s no other way to put it. When I am a whirlwind of a person, a mess of bad moods and even worse ideas, you move in slow, wrap each of those arms around me and in an instant, I am understood. When I am blind of all else, I see the way through you.” -  Beau Taplin
She was sitting in the chair in front of the big window and adored the view. The trees around the building were slowly changing their color and there were only a few green leaves left. Most of them were golden now. She enjoyed the view on the Boston Harbor from the living room or the views at the city from each of the four bedrooms they had. She thought it was unnecessary to have four bedrooms, but he insisted. She agreed eventually because the whole neighborhood captured her heart. Who could resist having a boat dock in front of their home or the water taxi? Who wouldn’t love to be able to go on a walk around Harbor? There was a children’s playroom which they will surely find useful in the future. All their neighbors were lovely and friendly people. It seemed like a perfect place and most importantly it seemed like a perfect home for the two of them. He gave her a free hand with designing their place because he wanted her to be comfortable and happy and to feel like she really was home now. But despite all the efforts, she found herself lonely.
Every day was the same for her. Brandon wished her a good day and left early in the morning and usually got back home much later. She stayed in bed for a little longer before she got up and made herself some breakfast. She ate alone in their dining area and then she moved to the living room. There were always fresh flowers on the table. Brandon got her new flowers every couple of days. This week it was white peonies. Then she went for a walk around the neighborhood or drove to the center of the city to get familiar with her new home. Sometimes she stopped at the ice rink and Brandon took her out for lunch. Then she returned back home and applied for a few more jobs - just in case. Brandon got home later, they cooked some dinner and then snuggled up on the couch. Those were the only times she enjoyed. The only moments she wasn’t lonely.
She imagined it quite differently. She spent two years of her life in a long distance relationship with Brandon. She visited him from time to time during the season and Brandon always returned home to Colorado for the summer. She spent two years wishing for a life with Brandon. Both of them in the same city and in the same home. She knew he wouldn’t always have time for her, and she never painted it differently in her mind. She just imagined herself happier or rather she believed she would adjust to her new life much better and quicker. But she was in Boston for two weeks and she felt no change.
Every time Brandon left, she wanted to tell him “stay with me please”. She never said it out loud, but those words always stuck in her mind and they lingered in the air because Brandon could feel the sadness. She never found the courage to tell him, she didn’t want to be a burden and she didn’t want to make Brandon feel bad about it. There were moments in the evening when she had a glass or two of wine to prepare herself to start the conversation with him. She wanted to tell him how she truly felt just for the sake of getting it off her chest. But it never helped, and the conversation never happened. Brandon was aware she wasn’t feeling well but he didn’t want to mention it. He waited for her to come to him because he didn’t want to make her feel like he was pushing her into a conversation she wasn’t ready to have. And so, it lingered in the air every morning and it disappeared by the afternoon when it was replaced by the loneliness.
“Brandon? You’re home early!” She said in a shock when Brandon appeared in the living room. She was so lost in her thoughts she didn’t hear him open the door and come inside. She immediately felt less lonely when she saw him there.
“Thought I would surprise you,” Brandon smiled and kissed her on the cheek before he sat down on the couch and pulled her from the chair into his arms. The smile on her face grew wider every second. “I missed you,” Brandon whispered and rested his chin on the top of her head.
“I missed you too.” She mumbled against his skin and closed her eyes to enjoy the moment even more.
“I actually have a plan for us, so we don’t sit home all day,” he chuckled and pulled his phone out of the pocket of his black jeans to check the time. “First we’re gonna take the dock water taxi to the city and then I’ll take you to some of my favorite places. And I have a surprise for you planned for the end of the day. What do you think?”
“Just let me get ready!” She answered with excitement and ran to their bedroom to change her outfit.
A couple of minutes later they were on the boat heading towards the city. The air was a bit colder now, another sign of summer being replaced by the autumn and she for once enjoyed the change of the weather. It reminded her of the new situation she was in. She always loved the water and being close to it. Waters seemed to have the same melancholic soul like her. Brandon was standing behind her; his strong big hands were tightly wrapped around her waist and he rested his head on her shoulder so he could kiss her cheek easily from time to time. His face was more serious than hers because she had a small smile on her face. He was more focused on making her feel good while she focused on the happiness she felt.
First, he took her to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. A place he knew she would love. And he was right. It seemed like she belonged to the palace in the middle of the garden. She was overwhelmed by the whole place. With the halls decorated with ornate wallpapers and carpets, with the collection of rare books and old paintings, with all the trees and plants, archways and patios. Brandon watched her with joy and his heart was full when he finally saw his girl happy when the smile that used to be on her face all the time returned. She looked divine.
Then he took her to the Brattle Book Shop. She jumped from one book to another. Got excited about a different title every few seconds and when she found old journals her eyes lightened up. She put aside most of the books and replaced them by the journals she couldn’t wait to read.
They went window shopping on Newbury Street. Brandon wanted to take her shopping, but she refused. She wanted to discover the city rather than the shops. Brandon never left her side and he always held her hand tightly in his. Few people on the street chuckled at the height difference between the two of them and Brandon smiled to himself when he heard them.
“I promise I’ll take you to other places some other time,” Brandon said once they sat down in the Sarma restaurant. One of Brandon’s favorite. “I thought we would get to visit more places, but you took so long choosing the books that we ran out of time.” Brandon teased her. She almost said something in defense, but the waiter disturbed them.
She then sat down on the chair next to Brandon and put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him. It was more powerful than a simple “thank you” could ever be and she was sure it expressed her happiness and gratefulness better than words could. The people around them completely disappeared and it was just the two of them but not lonely, it was the opposite of it. He wanted to pull her closer to him because no matter how close to him she was, it was never enough. For now, it was going to be just the two of them. Away from their families they left back in Colorado, she was away from her friends and classmates from the college she finished a few months ago. She only had Brandon while he had a full hockey team of friends who were like a family to him. But after the heartwarming day she had, she saw things in a positive light. She now believed things would eventually get better, she was sure she would meet the boys more often and become good friends with some of them. There was a party they planned for her coming up. She was going to meet everyone and the girlfriends and wives of the boys. She will get a job sooner or later and befriend some of her colleagues. The day spent with Brandon put things into a completely different perspective for her. 
“I know moving was hard on you and that my busy schedule doesn’t help it at all. I know you currently feel lonely, but I promise it won’t always be like this. I’ll make sure you’re happy and comfortable here and I will make more time for you,” Brandon paused because he forgot what he planned to say next. He was rehearsing this speech all day, yet he still managed to forget and he couldn’t remember a single word of his speech. So, she took the lead instead.
“Brandon,” she said quietly. “It’s okay. I promise. I felt lonely and I probably will feel lonely for some time, but I wouldn’t trade living with you for anything in the world. I love you and I’m happy I finally get to be with you.” She smiled and stroked his hand slowly.
“I love you too,” Brandon kissed her cheek and then looked her in the eyes. They were full of excitement. “Now it’s time for you to meet someone.”
Brandon led her outside and then down the street. He didn't tell her anything no matter how much or how often she begged him to give her at least a little hint. She had butterflies in her stomach from the nervousness of meeting with someone without knowing who. Brandon knew how uncomfortable she was at situations like this one and he kept smiling at her to tease her some more.
“Honey, I want to introduce you to Emmy Lou and Winnie,” Brandon announced and at that moment a woman with two dogs appeared behind him. “They will keep you company when I’m away.”
“Brandon!” She yelled out in disbelief and ran towards the little dogs to cuddle with them. “Are you serious?”
“I hope you don’t mind. I thought it would be a nice idea.”
“Thank you.” She whispered and hugged him tightly.
“You’re welcome, honey.”
The four of them returned to their new home which suddenly wasn’t as lonely anymore. They finished the day like most days; chilling on the couch while watching a movie except that they focused on the puppies more than on the tv. Life was about to get busier and messier, but they didn’t want it any other way.
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From Now On 3/4
Pairing: Diana x Steve Rating: T Summary: The disease starts two weeks after their wedding.
Diana and Steve were still on honeymoon when the first people fell sick. And they returned to find people in full on quarantine. It was Antiope who met with them, “I’m sorry to both of you, but Hippolyta wants you to stay at the summer house.” Words: 1499
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The disease starts two weeks after their wedding.
Diana and Steve were still on honeymoon when the first people fell sick. And they returned to find people in full on quarantine. It was Antiope who met with them, “I’m sorry to both of you, but Hippolyta wants you to stay at the summer house.”
Diana frowned, the summer house was far away. “Perhaps we could help?” She said, trying to avoid going away from the capital of Themyscira.
Antiope gave her a stern look. “You’re an only child, not even with heirs of your own. And these are your mother’s orders, dear niece. So off you go.”
Diana had to accept defeat, Steve, simply understanding that Hippolyta wanted them safe and secure, took her hand in his. “We’ll be fine, Diana. Think of it as an adventure, or even better, an extension of our honeymoon,” he gave her a flirty wink.
Diana laughed, “Oh that will be pleasant! You and I alone for the next few weeks, how charming.”
“Indeed.”
They made their way to the royal family’s summer house. The state was a sprawling beauty, lush green gardens that were still flowering, two elegant fountains stood on either side of the entrance. The house itself was large, painted a soft blue with accents in gold. It was meant as a relaxation home, a way for Hippolyta, Diana and Antiope to forget their troubles, a place to rest their weariness.
Steve had only been invited once, as a child. His mother had been a lady-in-waiting for Hippolyta once, and she had been invited for a private holiday for a week. “Well, we’re home.” He said.
Diana smiled, pleased that Steve would consider this house home. Because it was for her, the palace at Olympia was her main residence and it held a special place in her heart, but this home held dear memories to her. “And so it begins, our quarantine.” She didn’t hide her enthusiasm.
Steve gave her an amused look. “Lets hope we survive.”
“I’m sure we will. We have stuff to do here. Plenty.”
“But of course.”
They settled on Diana’s room, they unpacked and they left to make something to eat. They had decided to take turns, Steve had decided to take the first turn and make them something, fortunately, the house had been fully stocked and her aunt had promised that they would not lack anything.
Steve made their first meal, chicken dish that he knew by heart, something simple but filling. He and Diana ate while making plans for their quarantine and the toasted to more time alone and simply having time to be husband and wife.
And their quarantine went more or less like this:
During their first week, Diana decided that they should fill and have ready all the thank you cards from their wedding. It was a tradition that the bride and groom themselves replied to everyone who had sent a gift. It was a daunting task, but one they now had ample time to do with so very few distractions.
(If said distractions were of the flirty and romantic nature, they really wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone.)
And so they did, each morning, after breakfast, they would sit in the dinning table with pen and paper and write a line or two to whomever it was that had attended their wedding.
Diana had been very enthusiastic, clearly enjoying their time together. “This is nice,” she said one day, as they cuddled in the drawing room, it was late and Steve had lit a fire in the chimney. “This,” she said and kissed Steve. “Is really nice.”
Steve turned and kissed Diana, “Agreed,” he said against her lips. “Just you and me.”
“Yes,” Diana whispered back, then kissed Steve with increasing passion. “And no one around.”
(If they didn’t make it to the bed, well, no one would know.)
The second week, Diana decided to do some redecorating. “The drawing room needs to be redone,” She proclaimed. “And maybe the office, and my room to be honest.”
Steve gave her a wary look. “Diana…”
Diana shook her head, “No, I mean it! I know we have stuff on the guest house, plus the attic. It’s not like we’re taking hammers to the walls, just moving the furniture around.”
Steve gave her a side look, then sighed. “Fine.”
And so it went, that for an entire week, Steve and Diana moved furniture around until Diana was happy with how it all looked, changing vases, paintings, adding books here and there and adding more pictures. Diana also insisted on bringing in plotted plants.
Every night for a week, Steve fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Much to the frustration of Diana.
The third week, well, the less we say the better. It was the first time Steve and Diana fought, with Diana storming outside and Steve chasing after her. But no matter what Steve said, Diana sent Steve to sleep in a guest bedroom.
Fortunately, on the third day, tempers finally cooled down and they came together once more. They more than made up for it in their bed.
The fourth week, it was one of frustration. For both of them. So they did the best they could. Diana began to play the piano again, Steve opted for puzzles and the guitar. But they never were far from each other. They kept company, and spoke in soft tones about dreams and plans and hopes.
For all the frustration, their marriage grew and steadied that week.
The fifth week, Diana decided to teach Steve to play the piano, Steve on his part, tried to teach Diana to sketch. It was an exercise in futility. Neither had the talent (or the patience it seemed) for the other’s chosen craft. They quit very early on.
(They blamed it on being on lock down).
The sixth week, they re-read the books that were all over the house. Fortunately, Hippolyta would send more books (along with official documents Diana had to be aware of) every so often. But still, with not much to do, they went through books at frightening speed.
The seventh week, well, it was a return to passion.
“At this rate, we’ll probably have an heir after this.” Diana said as she rested against Steve’s shoulder.
Steve rubbed her skin gently, “Wouldn’t be a surprise. And also, they will likely be a boom of babies or increased separations when all of this is over.”
Diana frowned, “I suppose. We have been lucky so far, I guess it could be our newlywed shine.”
“That or that we are actually well matched,” Steve laughed, then kissed Diana’s forehead. “Some people rush to marriage, they marry the wrong sort or they look away from their partner’s faults. But now? We have no choice but to confront what and who we are with.”
“That is true,” Diana said softly, then yawned. “I’m just glad that while we have tempers, we are reasonable people.”
“Agreed.”
The eight week, frustration was high. Diana found herself feeling like a caged lion. She would stalk around the house, moving this, doing that. Washing dishes, trying to exercise and meditate to find herself giving up in frustration.
Steve, for his part, found himself unable to sketch, everything that he did was terrible or simply depressing scenes that he didn’t like. So, he did the only thing that made sense, he began to hit a bag of sand that Antiope had sent. Steve swore to himself to do something really nice for Antiope for it.
“Teach me,” Diana’s voice broke his concentration. “I know some martial arts, but your style of fighting is different. You’re boxing, yes?”
Steve stopped and turned to look at Diana, “Yes,” he said and wipe sweat of his brow. “I’m boxing, learned in the army. I’ll teach you, whenever you want darling.”
Diana smiled.
As it turned out, Diana excelled in boxing and she was able to rid of some of her frustration.
It was the middle of the ninth week, when Hippolyta informed them that the quarantine had lifted and they could return to Olympia. Diana cried in joy and Steve let out a deep sigh of relief. Finally, they would have human contact again.
“I’ll miss this place,” Steve admitted.
Diana looked at him as she prepared to get up the carriage. “Really?”
“Yes, I know we were frustrated and not at our best selves, but we had time alone. We had fun, in our way.”
Diana had to admit that he was right. “We can always escape from time to time.”
Steve smiled. “I know.”
Diana returned the smile, “Now, let us go love, I miss my mother.”
Steve climbed and took of Diana’s hands in his. “Our main home awaits, let us go.”
Diana rested her head on his shoulder, “Home is with you. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
It was time to return to their duties.
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mymoodwriting · 4 years
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Perfect Love
Bang Chan/Jisung, Bang Chan/Felix, Felix/Jisung
Genre: Yandere AU
Warning: Drugs, Nausea, Sickness, Nightmare
Words: 2.6K
Chapters:
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen | Fifteen | Epilogue 
Prompt: When Jisung started dating Chan it was a lot of fun, but that’s all it was and he wanted more. It was a mutual break up, or at least he thought it was. He had no idea what Chan was capable of, that is until he finally went to his house, carried into it actually. A second chance at love is entirely out of his control, and he might not have been the first of Chan’s lovers to be in this position.
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“When was the last time you took a bath.”
   Jisung sat in the tub, Felix with a sponge in hand, cleaning him up. He was mostly a vegetable, still recovering from the other day, but at least he was aware of his surroundings, of his situation. There just wasn’t really any strength within him to do anything to help himself, but he could at least gather information, even if speaking was a struggle most of the time.
“Where’s Chan?”
“Um… I think he went out this morning. Important business or something.”
  They were home alone, this was another chance to escape, but Jisung knew he wouldn’t get anywhere. He felt like he could barely move on his own, his physical capacities still impaired from his supposed treatment. Even if he got to the door and stepped outside he’d be in no position to run or even scream for help.
“He leaves you... alone? In the house?”
“Yeah, he’s got a business to run. Besides I have plenty of things to keep me busy here.”
“What… what does he do?”
“He makes medicine and a bunch of other fun stuff. People call him the Chemist, I think, he’s really good at his job. Someday you’ll be able to see the garden where he has all his plants! It’s so pretty!”
    The name, the Chemist, he vaguely recalled hearing it from Minho before. Apparently they were one of the best in the business, and quite friendly, some people actually knowing them and their lackeys personally. He felt even more stupid, people around him probably knew he had been dating the Chemist, would explain why people also became friendlier with him while they were an item, and invited him out a lot more, they knew who he’d come with.
“Felix…”
“Hm?”
“Do you love him?”
“Of course I do.” Felix answered without hesitation. “Always.”
“Why?”
“Well… Chan is kind, he’s smart, he takes care of me, and he makes me happy. He’ll make you happy too.”
“Do you realize… how terrifying that sounds?”
“Why? It’s what he does, he makes a lot of people happy, but you’re special.”
“I am?”
“Yeah.”
  Felix dunked water over his head to get the shampoo out of his hair, Jisung letting the things he had just been told settle in. At least it was becoming clear Felix wouldn’t lie to him, might not understand what he wants to know, but won’t lie. There was a knock at the door as Felix helped Jisung out of the tub.
“Are you guys done?”
“Almost! Be out in a minute.”
  Chan was back, Jisung’s heart sinking a bit. Felix dried his hair as best as he could with a towel, helping to wrap another around his waist. The two stepped out, Chan happy to see them, Felix reciprocating those feelings but he didn’t, he couldn’t feel much at the moment anyways. His eyes landed on the bed, noticing the folded clothes, which weren’t what he had worn when he was brought there, nor was it Chan’s fashion decision of dressing them in one of his shirts and no pants.
“Those… those are my clothes…”
“Yeah. I figured you would be more comfortable wearing normal clothes.”
“Those are my clothes… where did you…”
“Oh, I had your keys and I know where you live. I went to your apartment this morning and brought over your things. The essentials like clothes and some of your neat trinkets, things you can share with Felix when you’re allowed upstairs full time.”
“You… you went… to my house?”
“Well you’re moving in, you don’t need the apartment. I’ll just sell the other stuff you had before your rent is due okay, don’t worry about it.”
  Chan ruffled his hair playfully. If Jisung cared enough he would have avoided the touch but his mind was still trying to process what Chan had done. A tear slid down Jisung’s cheek.
“You… you… you cleaned out my apartment…”
“Yup.”
“It’s official then!” Felix cheered. “Always wanted a proper roommate!”
  Felix hugged the other but Jisung was frozen in place. He felt like he couldn’t breath, starting to panic. His anxiety was noticed and Chan tried to soothe him, pulling him into a hug and rubbing his back.
“Don’t be sad Sungie, you’ve got me. We’ll look at other stuff like social media and bank accounts later okay.”
  That just made him start crying alongside his panic. Even if he didn’t want to, he couldn’t help but hug Chan back, not for comfort though, he sobbed into the others shirt, digging his nails into the older boys back in agony. His life was practically over, everything he had was being taken from him, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Although he still had some hope.
“My friends…” He pulled away and looked at Chan through tears. “My friends will know something is wrong… they’ll notice I’ve disappeared… they’ll come looking for me!”
“Don’t worry about that, I won’t let them interfere with your treatment. Besides, you’ll be all better by the time they realize and you can calm them down yourself.”
“You’re sick!”
“No, I’m just helping you. Now, let’s get you dressed. Felix, why don’t you make breakfast?”
“Yes! I can cook for Jisung!”
  Felix ran upstairs with a skip in his step. Chan stayed, helping Jisung dress, facing no resistance. Despite the early breakdown he still couldn’t do much on his own. Jisung was pretty much shut down at that point, he didn’t want to talk, rather torture himself by wallowing in this nightmare he got himself into. When he was dressed Chan took him upstairs.
♥♥♥♥♥
   Jisung stayed quiet. He didn’t want to eat, but that wasn’t acceptable, Chan taking it upon himself to feed him. He only ate cause his body was running on autopilot, and even if he wasn’t aware, he was hungry. Eating also made Felix really happy, he was making noises that said he liked the food, it was good after all, and the chef was happy his food was being enjoyed.
  When breakfast was over he stayed seated. Since he clearly wasn’t able to do anything himself, Chan didn’t want him to be left alone while he was in that state, so he figured it was best to let him stay on the first floor with Felix looking after him. He had work to do in the basement, and also wanted Jisung to use the chance to stretch his legs and get a change of scenery too, also to get familiar with his new home.
   Felix was doing the dishes as Jisung stayed at the table. The words didn’t register, nothing really registered. Though, at some point he got up and walked around, he was slow in his movements, so Felix didn’t worry too much about him being out of sight, he kept talking too, just making his voice louder.
   Jisung made his way to the living room, the furniture was certainly more than enough for two people, nice big TV mounted on the wall. Although what caught his attention, pulling him into his dreadful reality, were the pictures on the walls. Some of the pictures he saw were of Felix and Chan, some taken in the house, some in places he didn’t recognize, but they were certainly taken somewhere else. His attention was then drawn to the pictures on a table, he grabbed one.
   What stood out the most was Felix. He and Chan didn’t look like a couple, more like two friends sharing a drink, but the eyes. Chan looked rather the same, maybe happier and more energetic now. Felix on the other hand, despite looking happy, his eyes reflected pain, he was forcing that smile. It was like the complete opposite of the Felix he knew, the boy he knew was always smiling, always at ease and relaxed, his eyes glowing with happiness.
  His gaze then drifted over to another picture. He was dumbfounded at first, not sure if it was real. He traded pictures, starting at himself and Chan sitting by a campfire together, both grinning like idiots. Jisung shook his head, squinting his eyes, but it was really them. He remembered Chan asking someone to take the picture but he had no idea it had been printed and framed, let alone placed in a frame next to a picture of him with his other boyfriend. With that new info he became aware of other photos of him and Chan in the living room.
“I always wondered when I’d meet you.”
  Felix’s voice startled Jisung. He had been lost in his own thoughts, not realizing Felix had stopped shouting from the kitchen and had actually come into the living room. The other had a soft smile on his face and came over and took the picture from him.
“Chan wouldn’t stop talking about you, he told me everything.”
“Wait… Chan told you about me?”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re not… mad or something? You know… we were dating.”
“Yup.”
“But aren’t you two… a thing?”
“Me and Chan, yeah we are, but we don’t… we don’t like, go out on dates. I don’t like going outside and leaving the house… so I was really happy Chan had you! Someone to keep him company at those parties and make him happy. Just look at the two of you!”
“If you two are… doesn’t that mean… Chan was cheating on you? Cheating on me with you…”
“What? I don’t see it as cheating, he wasn’t hiding me from you.”
“But he was hiding you from me. Is that why he never… showed me affection? Just party and have fun with me… and then come home to cuddle with you?”
“No, that’s not it. Chan really loves your smile, your laugh, that’s all he ever wanted to do when he was with you, make you happy. The way he talks about you, he can go on for hours. That’s why I was so curious when he’d bring you home.”
“Are you saying… Chan always planned to do this… to me?”
“I don’t know, I would think so. It’s clear he really loves you, so of course he’d want to make you the happiest person ever!”
“I-”
“Felix!” Chan’s shouting cut them off. “Can you go into the garden and get me some herbs?”
“Yeah, which ones!” Felix put the picture down. “I’ll be right back.”
  Jisung was left alone, he stared at the pictures again. He wasn’t sure if this was his fate since he met Chan, but he started feeling sick, he couldn’t look at the pictures anymore. He stepped out into the hall, he looked up the stairs, wondering what the second floor was like for a moment but he didn’t think he had the strength to make that climb, although he was feeling better. Then the sound of buzzing caught his attention.
   He looked back to see a basket on a table near the front door. He walked over to see his phone, keys, and wallet were there, among other things. His phone buzzed again and he grabbed it, he was getting a message from Minho. From what he saw the other had no idea Jisung had been kidnapped. He was about to answer when he heard the doorbell ring. It startled him, but he somehow managed to smile, Chan was in the basement and Felix in the backyard, none were as close to the front door as he was. Getting out of the house alone wouldn’t have helped him, but now he had his phone, and he could tell the person at the door he was being held captive.
   His mind was still hazy and his body wasn’t fully functioning, but for this he didn’t need it to. When he opened the door he stepped out and hugged the person there, tightly. He started sobbing, the stranger clearly confused by the situation. Jisung was mumbling into some random person’s shirt, just relieved there was someone else who could actually help him. Eventually he was patted on his back, then grabbed and moved back.
“Are you okay?”
“I… I… no… they’ve been-”
“Changbin?”
“Chan?”
  Jisung stopped talking when he heard Chan’s voice, freaking out a bit more when it seemed the person at the door wasn’t a stranger but a friend to his kidnapper. He was worried for a moment, but then realized this was his chance to expose Chan and get help, for him and Felix.
“You have to help me!”
“Help you? I don’t-”
  Jisung was suddenly yanked back into the house, Chan’s arm wrapped around him, pinning him against the older boy. He noticed the phone and took it from Jisung, turning it off and putting it in his pocket. Jisung whimpered, rather frozen in place once again.
“Changbin, this is Jisung.”
“Jisung? Your boyfriend?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you two split up.”
“It was more like a break really, he’s living here with me now and I’m taking care of him.”
“Like Felix?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, oh did I interrupt-”
“It’s not your fault, I was expecting you later.”
“I had the time and figured it wouldn’t hurt to come by sooner, I should have called, my bad.”
“You’re fine.”
“Changbin!” Felix rushed over, hugging the other. “Hi, it’s been a while.”
“I saw you like a few days ago. Anyway, how have you been?”
“Good! Oh, have you met Jisung! He’s my new roommate!”
“I just did and he seems lovely.”
“What…” Jisung finally managed to speak. “You’re… you’re not going to help me?”
“I can’t help you the way Chan will.”
“No! No, he’s sick! He’s crazy! He’s not gonna help me!”
“Easy Jisung.” Chan’s grip got tighter. “Sorry, I just started his treatment, his mind is a mess right now.”
“I can tell.”
“I’ll be right back, Felix, keep him company for me.”
“Will do.”
  Whatever strength Jisung had he used it to fight, to squirm and try to get free. He screamed when he was taken downstairs, clearly not aware that he lost. He was expecting to be taken to his room, ready to strike with whatever he had when he was let go but that wasn’t the case. Chan dragged him over to the table he had been strapped down to before. There was no way he was gonna let himself be tied down again, but that was never the plan.
   Chan struggled a bit to keep Jisung in his grasp, but managed to pin him against the table. Jisung kept up his thrashing, not aware that Chan was reaching over for an oxygen mask. Before he knew it Chan was pressing that thing against his face, Jisung unintentionally taking in a deep breath of the gas. It didn’t take long for the drugs to affect him and he went limp, Chan letting out a sigh in relief.
“You really snapped up there huh? It’s okay though. I’m not mad, it’s not your fault.”
  Jisung didn’t respond, his head spinning way more than before, and tears were building up again. Chan gently looked him over, he was barely conscious, but at least he was calm. He picked him up and took him to his room. He had a few scratch marks, but he didn’t care, at least Jisung was unharmed. He stayed for a moment, making sure Jisung would be alright, gently petting him, a few whimpers escaping the little ones lips.
“Sh, sh, sh, you’re okay. I shouldn’t have left you alone, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, get some rest.”
  Chan softly kissed the boys forehead, tucking him in and leaving him to sleep. Jisung’s drugged up self couldn’t really process what had happened, but he was aware of the lesson he had learned. Chan’s friends knew what he was and they wouldn’t help him, his situation was starting to really feel hopeless, no one was gonna save him.
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yeetingmyfeeling · 4 years
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The Solitary Bluebird
Chapter Two
Draco woke up early as he usually does, which is six. He jumped in the shower. After his shower he pulled on his uniform, adjusting the tight binder underneath. He parted his hair, jelling it in place. Then proceeded to do the rest of the morning routine.
As he was packing up his bookbag, he heard his friends slowly start to stir awake. They knew he would leave before them anyway. Blaise knew he leaves earlier on these days.
Draco walked out of his dorm room and down into the common room. He noticed a few mints left in the bowl on the table so grabbed one. He plopped it into his mouth as he made his way out of the Slytherin common room.
Walking the halls, only several handfuls of students could be seen, and much fewer teachers. He walked to the infirmary, enjoying the silence. When there was a window or ledge, he glanced out it for as long as he could. It was still summer, so very hot. The leaves on the trees were a nice green, only to change soon as autumn came in.
He quietly pushed the large doors of the infirmary open and let himself in, going to Madam Pomfrey’s office. He gently knocked on the door and waited.
The nurse opened the door and looked at Draco with a smile. “Good morning Mr Malfoy,  I hope your break was well?”
Draco just nodded. “My break was fine. How was yours?”
“Always good to get away from the kids,” Pomfrey grinned. She opened the door, letting Draco into her office. “You wait here while I go grab the equipment and set it up,” Then she walked off.
Draco looked around her office. It was quite large. A desk covered with papers next to the door. On the opposite side of the room, was a bookshelf taking up the whole wall, packed full of books.
There was a hospital bed in here, as well as two chairs on a wall and a trolley with shelves.
WARNING!! MENTION OF NEEDLES!!
Pomfrey walked back in, a little case in her hands. She gestured to one of the plastic chairs against the wall. Draco sat down. She put the case on the top shelf of the trolley then grabbed her own chair, wheeling it over so she sat in front of her patient.
“I hope the needles were fine over the break?” Pomfrey asked.
Draco nodded. “Perfect. None broke, and I didn’t feel sick after any of them. There was one when I did get quite angry, but other than that no malfunctions or issues.”
“How long after the injection did the incident happen?” Pomfrey asked as she started setting up the needle.
“The next day,” Draco told. “But, I have always had a terrible temple.”
“Pants,” Was Pomfrey’s response. “What happened once your anger died out?”
Draco stood up, feeling awkwardly close to the nurse. He shuffled his school pants down to his knees, leaving his silk green boxers, and sat back down. “I felt off for the rest of the day, but the next day I was back to normal.”
Pomfrey nodded and cleaned off Draco’s thigh then located his vein. “Well, that’s not unusual then. That’s good. How are you coping with everything else?”
“Down the list of side effects?” Draco watched Pomfrey’s movements. He trusted her, but he never liked people having sharp objects or medical equipment around his body.
“Down the list,” Pomfrey confirmed. “First..” She lined the needle up and slowly injected it. 
Draco took a shaky breath. He clenched his fist for a moment but relaxed. The Testosterone was injected into his body. Pomfrey pulled the needle out and quickly pressed a piece of cloth on the hole. 
“Hold,” She said and Draco did. She stood up and safely discarded the needle.
NO MORE NEEDLE
“No breast swelling,” Draco started. “A bit of anxiety, just because of school. I think it was heightened slightly. I got a bit of a headache when I had that anger fit, but it went away reasonably quick. I have had a bit of a moustache, which I was excited about, but mother made me shave,” Draco suddenly went quiet and mumbled the last bit. “My sex drive has also been quite high.”
“Sorry, what was the last part dear?” Pomfrey asked politely.
Draco sighed. “My sex drive has been quite high..”
“Yes, that is a bit of a troublesome effect,” Pomfrey concluded. “You have been safe, haven’t you?”
Draco’s face went bright red. “I- Wha- No I-I.. I mean of course I'm being safe.. Bu-But I haven’t..”
Pomfrey laughed. “Alright dear, you are free to go. Remember to drink a lot of water.”
“Thank you Madam Pomfrey,” Draco stood up quickly, pulling his pants back up and fastening them. He gave her one last wave then left her office. He, now less embarrassed, happily walked out of her office only to have the Golden Trio walk past at that very moment.
“Malfoy,” Potter sneared. “What are you doing here?”
“Gosh I didn’t know my health was that much of a concern to you, I’m flattered,” Draco held his hand over his heart. “I must have forgotten it is your job to be here.”
“What do you mean?” Potter asked in a frustrated confusion.
“You are just always hurt and in the infirmary,” Draco explained. “I assumed it was your job.”
Weasley snorted. “He’s got you there, Harry.”
“It was a bit of a rude comment, though,” Granger added.
“Well he’s a git,” Potter finished. “And it’s not my job, or my fault. Maybe if your family and Volde-”
“Once a git, always a git,” Draco held up a hand, his temper rising. “I am not a tit though,” He began walking away, the Trio staring after him. “That means you are the tit, Potter,” He called over his shoulder.
He made his way to the Great Hall, glad he didn’t have any other interruptions. His friends were already there and he went and sat next to Blaise.
“It went well?” Blaise asked quietly.
Draco nodded. “I told her about my anger bust, but everything is fine.”
“Good,” Blaise said.
“So I made Weasley laugh,” Draco said louder, getting the attention of his other three friends. “Is my humour so bad someone as dimwitted as him could understand, or just fantastically good.”
“Or it was a sympathetic laugh,” Pansy added. Draco glared at her.
“What did you say?” Crabbe asked.
“That it must be Potter’s job to live in the infermany,” Draco made himself a cup of tea.
“That’s more of a fact,” Goyle said.
“So, Weasley was just laughing at his friend,” Blaise summed. “A mockery.”
“This means your humor is shit, Draco,” Pansy laughed.
“I am thoroughly offended,” Draco didn’t really care.
“Sure you are,”
The friends ate their breakfasts, enjoying each others company. They talked more about what they did over the break. 
Pansy had a fling, she was very proud of that. Blaise biked for almost two hours everyday. Crabbe and Goyle nearly burnt down Crabbe’s kitchen, but made a mouth watering roast.
“And what did our Draco do?” Pansy asked, pecking a grape at him.
Draco thought for a moment. “I read all the Lord Of The Rings books, and watched all the movies.”
The other four laughed.
The bell rang and they headed to their classes.Science with the Gryffindors was number one.
Draco sat up the front with Blaise and Pansy. Crabbe and Goyle behind them. Merlin loved them today, so the golden trio sat across from Draco.
Blaise poked Draco’s thigh, earning a confused look. “Does it hurt?”
“I don’t know, does this hurt?” Draco asked sarcastically, poking Blaise back.
“I was being genuine, ass,” Blaise huffed.
“Well, it’s fine,” Draco smiled innocently.
Snape walked in, slamming the door open as usual. “Welcome to year five potions. I will be pushing you harder this year..”
“Like that’s any different from literally any other year,” PAnsy muttered to Blaise, who snickered.
“So, I hope you are ready,” Snape finished. “Tough luck if you aren’t. Open your textbooks, page twenty.”
Everyone stared at the teacher in confusion. Snape sighed. “I guess you’ll have to go get them from the cupboard?”
Everyone shot up, right, of course. 
“Make sure to grab the fifth year books, clearly marked.” 
~~~
Minor Smut
“Draco..” Blaise moaned. “Fuck, Draco, stop. We are going to be late to Art, and we have a new teacher.”
Draco just mumbled against Blaise’s neck, continueing to lick at it.
“Merlin your sex drive really is high,” Blaise sighed. “Dray, come on..”
“Blaise,” Draco sighed back. He kissed his way back up the boys neck.
“What would you do if Golden Boy found us?” Blaise asked with a smirk. Draco pulled back, making gagging noises.
The bell rang and Blaise rolled his eyes. “We are supposed to be on the other side of the school,” He sighed. “Come on.”
SMUT OVER
Draco straightened himself up and picked his bag up from where he threw it on the floor. “I’m not running,”
“You play football, why can you not wrong?”
“That is under a different circumstance, I am getting a reward if I run.”
“But making me late to class is fine?”
“Of course.”
The two walked at a faster pace all the way to their classroom. They ended up being ten minutes late. Draco camly opened the door, walking in and sitting at a table. Blaise sat next to him.
“You are late,” Professor Umbridge said in a high pitched annoying tone.
“What an excellent observation,” Draco mumbled. Blaise snickered.
“Well I guess you two will enjoy a ten minute detention,” Umbridge decided.
Draco scoffed. Blaise said ‘I told you so’, and snickering from Weasley and Potter was heard.
“Now, to continue from where I was rudely interrupted..” Umbridge glared at the two Slytherin boys. “You can’t have a subjective art piece,” Disagreements were heard. “Your ideas for what is ‘subjective’ is wrong, the audience will never pick it up. You cannot just paint half a plant and think the audience will get that it means you want to go to Bali. You need to have a piece that makes sense.”
Granger raised her hand. “Professor Umbridge, art is mostly subjective.”
Umbridge held up a hand. “Who is the teacher here? Now, I want you all the draw Mona Lisa from memory.”
“God, right now I’m regretting detaching your face from my neck,” Blaise said, clearly upset with the professor.
“Yet, you did,” Draco shrugged, pulling out his art book.
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winterknight1087 · 4 years
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Flower from the Fae (ch 6)
Chapter Title:  He's Cute but Oblivious!
Summary: Virgil likes plants, but when he goes to investigate a plant his friend, Remy, tells him about, he doesn’t exactly check out the plant. Little does he know that the handsome man he meets there is a fairy who is about to challenge the world Virgil knows.
Word Count: 2515
Chapter Warnings: Deceit mention, fighting mention, food, self-deprecation
Chapter Pairings: Moxiety, Analogical, brief Logan/Patton/Roman at the end
AO3 Link      My Writing
A/N: this is chapter 6, so read the first chapter here! 
“So this idiot, he goes and announces to the entire coffee shop that the corporate coffee place across the street was giving away free coffee. Everyone who didn’t have their orders placed yet storms the other shop and he places our entire coffee order to a shocked barista. In and out within five minutes.” Virgil was barely able to finish the story as he was laughing so hard.
“That’s a little mean of Dee, though. Weren’t all those people furious?” Patton asked.
“Why do you think I called him an idiot several times throughout that story? I didn’t find out about this until someone spotted our group hanging out and screamed ‘you!’ and Dee booked it out of the park. The rest of us didn’t know what the person was going on about, so I think they ended up thinking that they singled out the wrong person, but it was something Dee would do, so we weren’t really surprised when Dee told us about it later.”
Patton giggled as he laid back against the ground. He hadn’t expected Anx to show up this morning, but he had and they’d been talking all morning. There was something about him that made it so easy to talk to him. It was almost the perfect balance to Lo and Ro. Honestly, Patton wasn’t sure if he could feel as complete without this strange human in his life anymore. He just provided something, not even something Patton could put a finger on, that his other two partners couldn’t. Not that he didn’t love Logan or Roman any less, it was just something different with Anx.
“Hey, Anxie, can I ask you a question?”
“If you are about to ask whether we made Dee pay for the coffee incident, no, we didn’t. It’s one of those things that you really can’t do anything about.”
“No, not that, though I feel like there should be something he could do,” Patton answered. “I wanted to ask if we’re friends. I really enjoy hanging out and talking with you but if you don’t want to be friends, I totally understand!”
Virgil picked at the hem of his shirt, thinking. “I don’t know if two hangouts qualify as basic friendship requirements. Plus, why would you want to be friends with me? From the sound of it, you have lots of friends and two amazing partners.”
“Keep talking bad about yourself, I dare you.” Patton tried to give a threatening look to the anxious man.
Looking Patton straight in the eye, Virgil continued. “I’m a scrawny, anxious mess who only has friends because a coffee addict found me under a pile of dirt. People only really know me as the guy who will go into a panic attack if you look at him wrong. I got the nickname Anx for a reason and…”
Patton tackled the self-deprecating boy and wrapped himself tightly around him. “I’m not letting go until you stop talking bad about yourself… or if I’m overstepping some boundary.”
“I thought you were planning on fighting me?” Virgil chuckled.
His arms went tighter. “I am. I’m fighting hate with love. Is it working?”
Virgil paused before laughing. “Yeah, Pat. It’s working.”
They stayed that way for a while. Virgil started giving the ‘this is awkward now’ feeling, so Patton sat up. “You don’t have to be perfect to have friends, you know? Friendship is about enjoying another person’s company. And something just feels right between us. I’m not saying what it is, as I agree that it may be too early to fully decide, but it is enough to base a friendship on.”
Virgil thought about it before slowly nodding. “Alright, we can be friends and see where all this goes.”
In response, there was a sound that made Patton worry there was a dying whale somewhere around.
“HAVE YOU EATEN TODAY!” Pat screeched.
“I don’t do breakfast.”
“You need to go eat lunch!”
“Ugh, but that involves moving and town is too far!”
“You will go eat food, mister!”
In a random burst of courage, Virgil asked. “Would you possibly like to join me?”
Patton looked surprised but thought about it. “Uh, I think that depends on what the time is, kiddo.”
Virgil’s heart was racing as he checked his phone. “It’s about two.”
“TWO!” Patton jumped to his feet. “Oh no! I’m late!”
“Late for what?”
“Work started at one. I’m so sorry to just run off on you. I didn’t realize how much time passed! I could have sworn it was still like eleven or something.” Patton was quickly gathering the few things he had brought with him today. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you later, new bestest friendo!”
Virgil would have sworn he only blinked before Patton was just gone. Disappointment filled his poor gay heart as he picked up his bag and started for town. He tried and failed on getting Pat to go on a… well, it wasn’t a date, but friendly outing. Virgil felt the decision to never try that again sink into his stomach.
He did head home to have something to eat. Though, looking through his kitchen, Virgil realized how badly he needed to go grocery shopping soon. He made a face but pulled out a can of Chicken Noodle Soup. As he waited for the microwave to beep, he couldn’t help but mentally whine that it wasn’t as good as Emile’s homemade version and that this was a joke compared to that. Still, he ate it while watching some conspiracy theories on YouTube.
Before he knew it, an hour had passed and he was genuinely considering not going back to the hill. He was twenty minutes deep into some ‘the supernatural walk among us’ sort of video and his butt was comfortably planted on his couch. Between the two (hot) guys and his friends, Virgil hadn’t had much time to himself in almost a week. Plus, he’s gotten about a total of three hours of sleep in the past two days as he wanted to learn more about the Ixia while it was bloomed. Then, as a cherry on top, though he understood it was neither of their faults, Pat had basically shot him down.
“LoLo said that you are good company, which is his nerdy way of saying he’s excited to see you again!” Pat had said early on in their conversation today.
Virgil set his head on the pillow and let out a scream. What is this disgusting thing? A conscience? Gross, Pat and Emile are bad influences!
With that, Virgil found himself marching out of his house and back to that cursed hill. Any irritation fell away as he noticed the guy he’d met only two days ago, sitting underneath the sequoia. Lo was reading a book but currently was mid-fidget, as if expecting something or someone. Logan would never admit it, but he had been so nervous about seeing Anx again. His heart skipped a beat when he caught sight of the purple hair.
“Salutations” Logan greeted, shutting his book.
“Yo,” Virgil answered, pulling a headphone out. “What are you reading there?”
“Sherlock Holmes,” he answered. “What are you listening to?”
“Just conspiracy stuff.”
Logan barely kept the disdain off his face. “Please tell me you aren’t one of the people who believe aliens created the pyramids or Stonehenge.”
“While I do believe there is something out there, I don’t believe some alien took time out of their schedules to build something for us ungrateful humans.” Virgil shrugged. “My friend Emile suggested that I watch them and pick out where the logic leads away from what we know as a mental exercise so that my dumb brain can learn to try and pick out where my thinking goes wrong before an anxiety attack. After watching several, I just found them interesting to think about.”
“Interesting…” Logan said, thinking that idea through. “I believe that to be an unconventional method of addressing cognitive distortions, but it could work.”
“Oh, Emile is an unconventional therapist, usually using cartoons to get people to understand their own issues. He’s incredibly good at it though.”
Logan looked at Virgil’s phone. “Would you show me what this process entails? I am intrigued, but I’ll understand if you’d rather not.”
“Uh… sure?”
Virgil unplugged his headphones. “I’m not sure you want to watch the one I was, as it’s about an hour long, so maybe I could find a shorter video?”
“If that is what you would prefer. I have no time constraints, so I do not mind.”
Virgil raised his eyebrows at the other. “Wouldn’t your partners be concerned if they don’t hear from you after several hours? Pat mentioned that you three live together.”
“Pat and Ro will be working until much later. I typically spend the afternoons and evenings studying or reading.”
“What do all of you do, if you don’t mind me asking. Pat just seemed to vanish earlier, saying that he was running late for work.”
Logan shrugged. “I’m currently a low-level advisor, but eventually be promoted to a senior advisor for an official. Ro does government work but will jump on any and every chance to perform. Pat is a medic.”
Virgil’s eyes went wide. “I hope that he won’t have any issues from being late then.”
“Oh, he won’t. Not that I will ever tell him, and nor should you, but Pat’s boss knows he is incredibly bad at timekeeping. They write him in on the schedule while listing his actual start time as an hour after whatever they schedule his start. If Pat gets there on time, they just allow one of the earlier shifts go home a little early. It works well from what I heard.”
“I feel like there is something legally wrong with that, but I’m nowhere close to being a legal expert to be able to state so.”
“Well, both parties of the agreement are happy with it, even though Pat is unaware of it. He loves his work and it would emotionally hurt him if he lost his job. His boss, while turning a blind eye towards the tardiness, has someone willing to take the harder cases like terrified toddlers without a single thought of arguing. So, this way, Pat gets to continue at his work despite being perpetually late and his boss has Pat’s magic touch with special cases.”
“Oh, I guess that’s OK then? How do you know about this, if Pat doesn’t?”
“Part of my duties are helping the general population with issues, so was the one to suggest the idea. Of course, this was several years before I knew Pat, so advised that they actually fire the late employee, which I’ve long come to regret and understand his boss’s situation better. Now, what was the video you were watching?”
For a moment, Virgil had no clue what he was talking about, before realizing that he had completely blanked on having agreed to show Lo a conspiracy video. “Oh… it’s just a video about the supernatural. Shape-shifters, sandmen, fairies, that sort of thing. I can find a different video if that doesn’t interest you.”
Logan paused for a moment, wondering if this idiot was really that oblivious to who he was talking too. Any lingering consideration that he might already be a fairy’s witch was blown from his mind. “Well, you did mention that the fungi on this hill are referred to as a fairy circle, so might be fitting to watching something about the fae.”
“Fae?”
He really doesn’t know. “The general collective term for fairies, at least the way I understand the term to be used. Fairies are used for speaking directly to or about a small group of fae whereas fae is a collective or non-specific usage. It’s a complex idea.”
“I wouldn’t have thought you interested in fairies, or the fae? That’s going to take a little mental adjustment to use.”
“I blame Ro,” Logan answered, before turning the human’s attention back to the video. “Alright, let’s watch.”
Virgil took a seat next to the man, desperately trying to ignore his poor gay heart. With that, he unlocked his phone and promptly exited out of the video, rather than restarting it. He scowled but opened the message from Remus that contained it.
“Why is that contact named ‘Stinky Trash Rat’?”
“Uh… Long story. Remus enjoys being known as a stinky trash rat. He has a weird personality.” Virgil awkwardly answered before playing the video.
During the video, Logan found himself wanting to scream more than a few times. Some of the facts presented were just off and it was annoying him to no end. He could tell he was just being a perfectionist and, considering what the general human population knew about the fae, the video wasn’t actually incorrect about his beings. That being said, there was one fact listed that drove Logan mad: the fae are not the souls of dead humans! They are their own beings! How dare they proclaim something so wrong about his people!
Once the video was finished, the two discussed the ideas. Logan did his best to pretend that the fairy part of the video didn’t exist. If he acknowledged it, he would dive headfirst into several rants about the minor errors that were driving the poor advisor nuts. In turn, Virgil picked up on the other’s irritation about the section, and was gently trying to coax what was wrong out of the man for what felt like hours to Logan, though it wasn't more than a minute. Unfortunately for him, Virgil seemed very capable of coaxing things out of him.
Virgil listened to the rant that exploded from Logan’s being, confused where he was pulling these details from, but not daring to judge the man. He mentally wondered just how much research this guy has completed regarding fairies. It just seemed like a strange topic for this guy. From what he’d seen and what Pat had told him, Lo attempted to stay focused on facts. For a moment, the idea of Lo being a fairy struck Virgil and he struggled to keep the thought off his face, desperately trying not to laugh.
Soon, it was dark and the two went their separate ways. The second Virgil got home, he burst into laughter at the idea of such a proper person walking around with giant wings and casting magic spells. Once he finally got that out of his system, he sat down and threw himself into research about fairies in order to understand the stoic man’s random interest better.
In turn, Logan stalked through the halls, looking for his partners as he tried to rationalize hitting the strange human with a book on Fae history. Logan found Patton and Roman cuddling on their couch and he didn’t even think before announcing “Well, he really doesn’t believe in fairies. Worse news? I’m getting more of these disgusting feelings towards him.”
The two on the bed started laughing as each took turns screeching “Logan’s got a crush! Logan’s got a crush!”
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gwilyoubemine · 5 years
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Having an argument with your boyfriend Gwilym and then Brian (being the father figure he is) comforting you as he heard, Brian then telling Gwilym to make up with you and everyone living happily ever after :)
i loved this a lot. i have an presentation exam tomorrow and here i am at 1am (nearly 2am oooops) doing this. what we can gather from this is that ayse is very silly. i hope you enjoy this! it’s a tad long.
going to the pub for the night was gwilym’s idea. you found a decent spot right at the back, an empty booth- which was a score on a busy friday night. you spent the first hour drinking and laughing over random nonsense. you talked about your day, argued over which movie you would watch later. you settled on a 80s movie and gwil was adamant on watching back to the future. you, on the other hand, wanted to watch the breakfast club. and after an intense debate concerning which movie was the ultimate choice, you both ended up chuckling over how silly it was to debate over such a thing. you decided that you would watch both movies and gwil gave you a kiss to seal the deal, mumbling an ’it’s a date then’ whilst flashing you his signature smile.
gwil also proposed that you both take a trip to the countryside at the weekend. and the thought of spending some quiet time with gwilym had you grinning in excitement instantly. long car rides, expanses of grass and trees, lakes that you could sit by. you gushed about how brilliant the idea was and teased that you would be in control of the music during the car ride because of the questionable songs he often played. he gave you a look of mock hurt and kicked your leg playfully under the table. “i caught you listening to my spotify playlist last week and i saw you dancing along!”
when gwilym had to leave to take a phone call, you hadn’t expected company. shortly after gwilym left, a man appeared at your table. he had blonde hair that fell into his eyes and a smile that was all teeth. “can i sit here?”
“i’m waiting for someone actually.” you told him, offering him an apologetic smile.
nevertheless, the man took a seat opposite you and you raised a brow at him, a gesture he seemed to take no notice of. at this point, you found it hard to ignore the alarm bells going off in your head, what would gwilym say when he got back?
“what if i offer to buy you a drink?” the stranger asked, his lips stretched into that big smile again. “you can’t possibly say no to one drink.”
“i think i could.’ you said, folding your arms over your chest. "and i also think you should be leaving.”
“you want me gone so soon?” he asked, feigning hurt. “can i not sit down next to a pretty woman and offer her a drink? there’s no crime in that.”
“maybe if that same woman is waiting for someone else and has already stated that clearly.” you mumbled, trying hard to control the annoyance bubbling up inside of you.
“i think you’re just saying that in an attempt to make me leave” he probably thought he was coming across as charming but you were honestly a few seconds away from storming off and finding gwilym. the phone call must have been a serious one for it to last that long- work perhaps, or maybe a family issue.
“c'mon, entertain me for a little while.” he leaned closer to you and you found yourself freezing, unable to pull away. his strong cologne quickly filled your senses. “the whole uninterested act isn’t fooling me.”
“can i help you?” an angry voice suddenly questioned from above you, just as the stranger’s hand had settled against your hair. the intensity behind gwil’s words had you sitting as far back in your seat as possible, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
the man opposite you looked up at your boyfriend with wide eyes, clearly unable to come up with anything to say. “i was just offering to buy her a drink, man. no harm done.” he said after being prompted by gwilym to answer him.
“well, she doesn’t need a drink from you.” gwilym practically growled out, his eyes burning holes into the other man’s face. it was almost as if he was daring him to stay in that seat for any longer. “if i were you, mate, i would get the fuck out of here.”
the man scrambled away with a quiet “talk about possessive’, leaving you and gwilym in silence. the noise coming from the rowdy table nearby felt so much louder all of a sudden.
and that was probably the time for you to say something. to at least look at him. instead you kept your eyes planted on the table in front of you for what felt like an eternity, unable to meet his eyes.
"we’re leaving.” he said eventually, his voice tight. you glanced up at him to see that his jaw was locked and that the same look of anger was still plastered across his face. you were used to his features looking so gentle and kind. soft eyes that followed you around in admiration, an angelic smile that made you ache with the want to kiss his lips.
“gwil, can we talk about this?” you choked out, quickly fixing your bag over your shoulder.
gwilym looked away from you and mumbled something about not being in the mood. the walk back to his car was silent, and the absence of conversion only resulted in your thoughts circling at what felt like 100mph.
gwil kept his eyes firmly on the road and made no effort to talk during the ride home. he didn’t even connect his phone to the speakers to play his music. you found yourself missing his questionable song choices. missing the conversation you would usually engage in when driving home.
“gwilym.” you started, his name sounding a little shaky. “there’s really no reason to be mad. he was just a random man who appeared in front of me and i told him i was waiting for someone. he was just really persistent!”
gwilym sighed, his hands curling around the steering wheel more tightly. “so i’m not allowed to be angry? is that it?”
“no, i-”
“did you even register how close that man was to you, y/n? he was inches from your face. and his hand was going straight for your hair.” gwilym took a breath to calm himself. “why didn’t you move away from him? or at least tell him you had a boyfriend.”
“i just froze, okay…i don’t know what happened… and i told him to leave. maybe i could have been firmer but regardless of that, i still don’t see why you’re so angry with me.”
“can’t you just accept that i am pissed off right now? why does this have to be about you and how you feel like i shouldn’t be angry.” he snaped, moving his eyes from the road for a second to look at you. you stared back at him in shock, your stomach dropping. gwilym rarely ever acted this way. the expression on his face and the tone of his voice made you feel sick. “i don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
that night was awful. you both got ready for bed without exchanging a single word, and the sick feeling in your stomach only got worse as time ticked by. you sat on the bed with your legs pulled to your chest and thought about all the ways to start conversation back up. maybe gwilym was right, maybe you just needed to accept he was angry. you certainly would have been fuming if you saw a random woman all up in gwilym’s face.
gwilym emerged from the bathroom in nothing but his boxers. the navy ones you bought him last christmas. the sight only made your heart clench more painfully. his boxers clung to his ass in the most sinful way. he always looked good like this, with his broad chest and thick thighs on display. and your eyes were always hungry to take in as much as possible. on any other night, you would have wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered against his lips how hot he looked. and he would have grinned in an amused manner, cocking an eyebrow as his hands settled on your hips, murmuring out a “oh, do i, love?”
but there was none of that tonight. gwilym kept his eyes on the floor as he made his way over to the bed, clearly unhappy with how the night had played out. he crawled under the covers and you joined him shortly, painfully aware of the tension between you both. and with a barely audible “goodnight” he turned onto his side and closed his eyes. it seemed like forever until you got to sleep.
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the next morning, gwilym was no where to be seen. he had left early in the morning, and with no note telling you where he had gone. you ate your breakfast alone, wondering where gwil was and mulling over how badly last night turned out. you had never seen him so frustrated.
when the door bell rung around noon, you had no clue as to who had come by to pay you a visit. brian may’s concerned face was not what you expected when you finally got up to open the door.
“brian?” the shock was evident in your voice.
“hello y/n, can i come in?” he asked and you were quick to usher him inside, asking if he wanted a cup of tea. he declined with a polite smile and took a seat beside you on your sofa. his hair seemed curlier than ever, an endearingly chaotic mess of ringlets.
“to what do i owe this lovely surprise visit?” you questioned, folding your arms over your chest. you shot him a small smile. “or did you just want to say hello to me?”
“it’s always nice checking in on you, love, but there is a reason for my visit.” he settled his hands on his knees, his expression more serious now. “gwilym popped by a little earlier to discuss some things, just about the bohemian rhapsody special coming up in july. but with that aside, he looked quite upset. looked like he had lost some sleep to terribly honest with you.”
you stayed silent as brian continued. he obviously knew gwilym’s bad mood had something to do with you. “i’ve never seen the boy look so bloody upset. he didn’t want to talk about it but i got it out of him in the end. i heard you had somewhat of an argument last night.”
you sighed quietly, lifting your eyes to meet brian’s. “yes.” you exhaled, not bothering to hide how down you felt about the whole matter. “it was so stupid, just over some irrelevant guy at the pub. nothing even happened but gwilym was still so angry.”
“it happens to all of us.” brian murmured softly, wrapping an arm around you to give you a friendly squeeze. “y/n, i don’t know exactly what happened between the pair of you last night but i know gwilym, i reckon he was just feeling hurt about the whole thing. you know he gets jealous, love.”
“i know, i know. it just sucks when we’re not talking. it’s the worst feeling when i know gwilym is mad, especially when it’s to do with me.”
“that is completely understandable. i had a little talk with him that seemed to make him feel a bit better, i think i knocked some sense into him. he went to run some errands but i’m sure he will be back soon. i just came by to check if you were okay.”
“that is so sweet of you, brian. and i’m sure i’ll be fine soon. i just hope gwilym feels better.”
“he’ll be fine too, you two are strong. you’ll be back to being all cuddly and lovely before you know it, trust me on that one. and with that being said, i should be off. m'taking anita out for lunch so i can’t be late for that.”
you gave him a tight hug and showed him to the door. “thank you again, brian. i hope you have a lovely time with anita.” he flashed you his signature smile and gave your arm a squeeze. “anytime, love.”
thanks to brian, you already felt better about the whole situation with gwilym. you were ready to put it behind you. and when the door bell rang an hour later, you strode over to it with confidence, preparing yourself for facing gwil and apologising if need be.
as soon as you opened the door, a bouquet of flowers was being thrust into your hands. gwilym’s hands were on your cheeks within seconds, his lips capturing yours in a longing kiss. “m'sorry for being an jealous idiot.” he panted against your lips, the pads of his thumbs caressing your cheeks. you were still clutching onto the flowers. you looked down and saw that they were carnations, a mixture of pink and white.
you placed the flowers down next to you on the floor and reached for gwilym, your arms circling around his frame. “it’s okay. i’m sorry for not telling that guy to get lost.”
“no, you handled the situation fine, love. it just angered me to see another man so close to you.” he murmured, his gaze fixated on your face. “just seeing him flirting with you as i walked back over to our table had my blood boiling. i really handled the situation badly, i shouldn’t have been mad at you.”
“i understand, i would have gotten jealous too. let’s just move on from this, okay? that man was not worth the trouble.”
“sounds great. i love you.” gwilym murmured, his hand moving to tuck a piece of stray hair behind your ear. he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as you drew him closer, your lips chasing his.
“i love you too, gwil.”
after a few minutes of non-stop kissing, gwilym pulled back to mutter something against your mouth.
“brian was here, wasn’t he?”
“yep.”
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lcving-ateez · 5 years
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She’s dreaming ♡
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Genre: Fluffiest of fluffs! A little steamy right at the end if you squint real hard
Word count: 1,492
Synopsis: It’s late when Yunho comes back home from the studio to see you tiredly lolling on the couch in your shared apartment, whilst the light of your laptop illuminates the face he has come to adore so much. He sighs, frustrated that you refused to go to bed and insisted on waiting up for him to come home, but it doesn’t matter, because the comforting weight of your body in his arms as he carries you to bed makes everything else seem irrelevant in comparison; maybe, he wonders, thinking of nothing but you wouldn’t be such a bad thing, after all.
Yunho’s deep blue duffel bag weighed heavy on his shoulder as he walked up the dimly lit stairs of the apartment complex. Living on the top floor was hell if you’d had a long day but the view was definitely worth the ache in his thighs.
As he reached the door he could hear a laugh track playing, she was watching friends again. A smile grew on his face, Yunho always told Y/N not to stay up waiting for him and that he’d always be with her when she woke up but she never listened.
He fumbled for his keys before unlocking the door. As soon as he did the sweet scent of lavender hit him with a wave of warmth, this was home.
Although the apartment was in no way his since technically he didn’t pay rent, his girlfriend insisted he stayed there until his company sorted out dorms for Yunho and the rest of the KQ trainees although she really wished he’d stay forever. The apartment wasn’t quite home without him.
“Baby?” He hummed taking off his shoes and leaving his bag in the doorway. Oddly enough there was no reply. Concerned, Yunho walked deeper into the apartment to the living room where the TV was blaring.
To his surprise, she was out cold on the sofa. Her laptop was open, its light casting a white glow on her text books. He
laughed to himself and turned off the TV. Usually he’d fall asleep before her even if he came home at the crack of dawn, Y/N always wanted to hear him talk about his day over snacks or while lying in bed together.
It may not have looked that special to anyone else but the sight of his girlfriend led down on the couch on top of his Harry potter bed spread had yunho’s heart melting like marshmallows by a fire.
She had fallen asleep finishing her English thesis and managed to send it in exactly 34 seconds before it was due, not her finest work but it wouldn’t happen again. Her head rested on her forearm with the rest of her limbs spread out leaving most of her right side hanging off the gray L-shaped couch. Her somewhat damp hair flowed down the pillow under her in rich flowing curls.
It was clear she’d been home all day as she hadn’t changed out of the old volleyball shorts she had on this morning, Yunho’s white t-shirt bunched up just above her tummy as her chest heaved up and down peacefully.
Yunho stood in admiration as he thought of what to do, although her gentle snoring indicated she was comfortable she sure as hell didn’t look it. He walked closer to the sofa; squatting down to his girlfriend’s level, their faces mere inches away from each other
“What are you dreaming about, princess?” He wondered aloud but his vocal chords fail him as his sentence escaped a mere whisper. Yunho brushed the pad of his thumb across Y/N’s cheek so lightly it could make a feather seem heavy. Of course he could sit there and stare, slipping into her beauty and eventually drowning in its depth but he would have to get to sleep eventually.
“One day you’re gonna strangle yourself” He sighed pulling away the headsets and setting her phone on the coffee table, it was a bad habit of hers to fall asleep with her earphones in. Slipping one of his arms under her knees and the other under her back, Yunho Effortlessly picked his girlfriend up and walked into the bedroom, his steps as quiet as humanly possible in an effort not to wake her up.
He pushed the blanket aside with his foot before laying Y/N down on the mattress. As soon as Yunho turned around she sat up to find her little giraffe teddy, startling him in the process.
“Hi yunnie” she smiled cuddling with the stuffed animal, although she’d just been asleep her eyes showed no sign of fatigue.
“You weren’t even asleep were you?” Yunho let out a hearty chuckle while pulling his black top off.
“I woke up when you opened the door but figured you’d carry me to bed if I pretended I was asleep” it wasn’t unusual for Her to pull something so childish and he almost felt like he should’ve known.
“I have trouble believing you could hear little old me over your loud ass music and the TV”
“It gets lonely when you’re not home, Friends makes me feel like I have you know, Friends” Yunho pulled the blanket over on his side and crawled into bed right behind her. Y/N turned to face him immediately betraying her teddy by wrapping her arms tightly around her boyfriend,rubbing her head against his bare chest to get comfortable.
He immediately moved lower, burying his face in her hair finding the source of the sweet smell that welcomed him into the flat. The stress he’d felt from the mission he had today washed away like patterns in sand when the tide comes out. A whine surfaced from his lips as he stretched out his back feeling more comfortable than ever.
Yunho loved how perfectly Y/N’s body fit into his own. She was taller than most girls but still shorter than him, the perfect height for his lips to plant those gentle kisses on her forehead that she adored so passionately.
“How was your day sweet cheeks?” She pondered, rubbing small circles on his bicep. The nickname was cute, Yunho loved when she’d use such sweet pet names on him. It was a special thing the couple shared when they weren’t calling each other more,, mean spirited nicknames.
“So long. No talk. Only hug” Yunho shrugged. The boys had to choreograph their debut song today and as one of the main performers of Ateez, Yunho was definitely feeling the burden of it all.
Y/N was sympathetic, the two had texted earlier in the and he’d complained about how short-notice they’d sprung this on him. A smile grew on her face, she knew exactly how to cheer him up. The girl moved up so that she could press her forehead up against his own.
“I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow, how does that sound yunnie?” Her voice was sickly sweet as her breath fanned yunho’s own top lip. If he weren’t so tired this would have definitely gone elsewhere.
“Have you got collage tomorrow princess?”
“Not until 10 prince” She added playfully.
“Then breakfast is on me, you can have the morning in. I don’t have to leave for practice until like 8” Yunho wished he could do more for his girlfriend. He definitely felt bad when she’d go on about how often a couple she knew would walk to campus hand in hand or how adorable she thought they were in the pictures she’d be asked to take of them. He wanted to be there for her more often, set the living room up nice for a movie date, drive her to collage and make everyone jealous. He wanted to be as she referred to it “couple goals”.
“You’ve worked hard today so how about we make it together? It wouldn’t hurt me to be up a little early to get some revision in” The idea sounded perfect and quite frankly Y/N wasn’t sure if she could get back to sleep with the thought of making a delicious, steaming meal with her boyfriend the next morning.
He was helpless in the kitchen and ate all the ingredient before they even hit the pan but watching him enjoy himself and eat well was much more rewarding than an aesthetically pleasing plate.
“Can we make it just like the one we had at your parents’ last we stayed over?” Yunho asked, eyes wide as saucers as he remembered how amazing their 1st year anniversary in her home town was. They had been invited to stay over at her childhood home for a while it was an uncomfortable time, her cooking skills were pretty much put to shame.
“No way in hell am I as good at cooking as My parents are, so I can’t make any promises”
“I’m sure you can! And I’ll actually try this time”
“Mhmm. But now, you, need, sleep.” She giggled placing soft kisses on his lips between her each word, as her fingers ran through his soft deep brown hair tugging on it gently. The way the words rolled off her tongue effortlessly was taking a toll on her boyfriend as he shut his eyes.
“You know you drive me crazy right?” Yunho groaned bringing his hands to her waist.
“What ever do you mean yunnie?” She feigned innocence moving closer if that was even possible. He laughed at the attempt placing one last kiss to her lips, so gentle you would’ve thought she was made out of paper.
“Shall we meet in our dreams my love?”
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