#because i'm a youngest child and growing up felt like i was always surrounded by adults

[dreamfyrie]

End of the Day

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x His Family

Dinner with you and the kids was Aemond's favorite part of the day. His time was mostly spent in small council meetings trying to run the kingdom while Aegon was out doing whatever he pleased. Aegon had declared him Hand of the King early on in his reign, and Aemond was honored. That was before he had become a father and met you, though. Now he was trapped in a continuous cycle of counting down the minutes until he got to reunite with you and the children every evening.

He loved hearing his kids talk about everything they did during the day. Whenever they embellished the details of their day, he'd always look at you and see you holding in a laugh while trying to put on a serious face and play along with their stories.

"Father, I swear! Lightbringer actually talked out loud today, truly!" Your son proclaimed.

"What did he have to say?"

"He told me that he thinks I'm ready to ride, and you should probably start giving me flying lessons."

"You're not big enough to fly yet, maybe if you ate your vegetables so you could grow, you'd be in the air by now," Aemond said.

"Well, I guess I'll never be flying then."

Aemond sat up and asked, "Do you know how I lost my eye?"

"No.." Your son said hesitantly. Aemond had never opened up to the kids about his eye before. They had only ever known him to have one eye and assumed it was normal for some people to be missing one.

Aemond replied with the straightest face, "I refused to eat my vegetables, and the muscles in my face turned weak, and one day it just fell out."

Your youngest son's face turned white from his father's confession while your middle son sat up in his chair beside him, "I thought you said you lost it because you rolled your eyes and complained too much during your High Valyrian lessons?"

All of your children's attention had now been captured.

"What are you talking about? It got cut out when a tail hit him because he didn't make sure to always check his surroundings while he was in the dragon pit, that's why he has the scar," your eldest son stated matter-of-factly.

Thank the gods the kids started fighting about something else, so he didn't have to explain how he somehow managed to lose his eye three different times.

The two of you watched as your toddler stood up on her seat so she could tell a story. She can't help that she makes big gestures with her hands while talking and always somehow manages to accidentally knock over someone's goblet. Standing up like she was giving an important speech was her solution to this dilemma.

She never ceased to be the most entertaining part of dinner. Your daughter slapped her brothers in the face whenever they wouldn't stop picking on her, and Aemond couldn't help but smile. He was the one that gave her that idea, and she never hesitated to put them in their place.

You were pregnant with your fifth child, and out of instinct, Aemond would rest his hand on your belly whenever he wasn't eating. He'd sit there content after dinner, listening to everyone's conversations, and his mind couldn't help but drift off sometimes.

Aemond never got to eat dinner with his father and liked to imagine this is what it could have been like. He loved how his kids felt so comfortable around him that they had no reservations about sharing all their thoughts. Kids were never something he thought too much about. He never imagined he'd enjoy being a father this much, let alone look forward to being surrounded by his children at the end of a long day.

It felt overwhelming at first, having people who loved him unconditionally and looked up to him. He spent most of his life seeking the approval of his parents, and it felt strange that he was in that position now, being in charge of making little humans that loved him so much feel worthy and enough. Aemond saw the way his mother always yelled and hit Aegon, and now that he was a parent himself, he couldn't help but wonder if that's why he turned out to be such a sad person. He would never hurt his own kids, the thought of even raising his voice at them made him feel guilty.

He came back to reality when he saw your daughter wiggling around, dancing with a knife in her hand that she had just used to cut herself a slice of cake, and her brothers yelling at her to put it down.

Aemond let out a chuckle while watching the scene in front of him. Having kids changed him more than he had ever expected. He had never been too close to Aegon, Helaena liked to be left alone with her bugs, and Daeron was away. The camaraderie that came with having siblings was something he never really had the chance to experience.

Watching his children fight like animals between each other but be ready to kill someone that ever hurt one of them, forced him to put a lot of his past into perspective. Too many of Aemond's years were wasted carrying resentment towards Lucerys. He knew if his children were in the position of watching their brother or sister being hurt, they would've done the same exact thing that Lucerys did.

He wished his forgiveness and understanding had come earlier in life, before things were too late to fix. Aemond's kids wouldn't be like him, though. He'd teach them about forgiveness, not judging people too harshly, and trying to see things from other people's points of view. He would try his hardest to pass on his wisdom and be a father worthy of their innocent love.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen angst #aegon targaryen #lucerys velaryon #dad!aemond targaryen #hotd

[walkman-cat]

hands up tell me abt Your star trek au right now!! on the double bro. what are the tensions it all looks too kind & magical i don’t trust it yet

(if it is literally kind & wonderful i am grateful i am thankful i am honored i’d just like to hear more)

-@jack-kellys

i'm ngl my star trek au au is mostly running on vibes wbwbwb so it is pretty kind and happy and warm (i just really like how much everyone in the enterprise's crew has such a respect and care for each other yknow. found family and all that innit).

that being said, here are some funky things about the characters ive been thinking about lately (under a cut because i'm incapable of being concise):

the stars were essentially jack's santa fe. he grew up surrounded by stories of starship captains and space and it became his lifelong dream and ambition to captain a starship, something which he dropped everything to attain. now he is captain of a starship– one of the youngest in starfleet's history– and it's wonderful and fantastic and he's never felt more alive! but there's always something gnawing at the back of his mind (he's based his entire life up until this point around this moment, it was a driving force and a beacon to look up to when times were tough. what if the experience is nothing like his dreams and he ends up disappointed? what happens when the mission's over? what'll become of him?).

also starfleet's assigned him a galaxy-class starship with families onboard and he's having a Time because of it (what if they get hurt under his watch. what if he gives the wrong order and a child dies. starfleet officers know the risks of space travel and are aware of this but the families. the children). other than that he's having a great time !!

kath's half-betazoid on her mother's side, but she never knew her mother nor has she ever been to betazoid (i really went woe! being mixed and only connected to one of your cultures but still being unable to fit in even there because of the fact that you're mixed be upon ye!). she's trying real hard to learn more about betazoid and who her mother is even though she knows she won't really feel like she "belongs" in betazoid either. she's working on understanding and using her empathic/telepathic powers more.

oh also!! pulitzer is a notorious and not-well liked admiral, when kath joined the acedmy she officially had her name changed to plumber and has since told no-one that they're related (this surely won't backfire terribly on her in the future)

also because this is the spot (cat) show, kath loves spot (cat) and wants to babysit her and play with her but alas. she is allergic to cats

race cannot catch a break– he's got a massive losing streak at senior officer poker night, spot (cat) hates him, he can't grow a beard but every time theres an impostor/clone/mirror universe situation the other version of him always has a beard (this is half in jest but also it amuses me wbwb)

jokes aside, i've been having a whole bunch of race as first officer thoughts (and a lot of riker and race parallel thoughts but. that's another story). i don’t really know how to explain it other than the way riker acts in the last episode of tng season two (yes, the riker montage episode) when facing death (joking around and keeping up the appearance of flippancy and courage in the face of agonising death because he’s first officer and there are people who look up to him and he has to set an example) seemed very race and very kony to me, in a way. (youve got this to blame for riker beard race. im not sorry)

race is also one of the first people to advocate for les becoming acting ensign. he makes it very clear that he's in les' corner and makes himself responsible for his studies and sometimes his training (and he teaches him poker).

OH ALSO! sarah and davey didnt know les ws going to be onboard and only found out about his presence after they'd set off. did he sneak onboard?? mayyyybeee (he just really wants to be a starfleet officer). after the initial shock (and notifying their parents) sarah and davey start the Let Les on the Bridge campaign (letting him watch the bridge from the turbolift, helping out in sciences and engineering, etc etc) the that eventually leads to les becoming acting ensign. it reaches a point where most of jack's senior officers would probably mutiny all for this kid.

there's more stuff but i'll stop rambling now because, again, i have a problem with being concise wbwbw. thankyou soso much for the ask rizz once again i love your star trek au so much and am always eager to hear more wbwbw!!! :D

#is it obvious that i've been thinking about this au maybe a wee bit too much #i have no plot but i do have the idea that spot (human) has a (adopted) klingon uncle he grew up with #the plot's just shenanigans and everyones pals and theres a cat near the warp core AGAIN #kath's experiences being half-betzoid growing up on earth without any connection to betazoid culture and never quite belonging #is kinda based on my own experiences growing up as half-asian but only having cultural ties to my greek family and stuff #idk my brain latched onto this and now i cannot let it go #idk why i felt that was important to mention but im mentioning it anyway #its real obvious im a tng enjoyer from this isnt it wbwbw #i have many other thoughts but they are minor and also this was getting reallll long wbwbw #that is all for now wbbwbwbw THANK YOU RIZZZZ WBWBWBW #very bouncy moment #newsies #jack kelly #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #racetrack higgins #les jacobs #newsies star trek au #answered #jack-kellys #this is a beast of a post im so sorry #once again thankyouu rizzz i love your au sm and im real happy you like mine wbwbw

[madamescarlette]

the first three books are perfect and glorious in each of their own ways, but The Penderwicks in Spring is on a whole other LEVEL. 

#the penderwicks #reading tag #though i miss my MOOPS :( #point mouette was so GOOD though!!! skye being the oldest sister and taking it so seriously!!! #the note in her voice that cares when batty's hiding! her relief when she hears hound barking trouble and batty's fine!! #and the HAIRCUTS #i love them your honor #but penderwicks in spring.....oh my.... #i've been realizing as i go through that mayhaps the earlier books hit me less strongly than they should #even though i love them! it's from more of an outsider's perspective #because i'm a youngest child and growing up felt like i was always surrounded by adults #so batty being so well cheered up by the praise from her older siblings / all the other grown ups around her was hmmmm......relatable #for me at least you would sometimes just be desperate to be seen as a person #but made me supremely :( :( :( in the last third of the book #but oh man the outpouring of LOVE for batty!!!!!! I CRIED ACTUAL TEARS OUT OF MY EYES #sometimes that's how it be when you're little and you don't know how to tell someone what's wrong #everyone KNOWS something's off and wants to help but batty couldn't find a way to tell them!!!! #so you know i was doing parks and rec I'M DISTRESSED SOMEONE FOLLOW ME for the entire thing #gestures wildly WHY ISN'T SOMEONE HUGGING HER RIGHT NOW???? #but jeffrey sending her hound's picture!! jeffrey hearing her voice and IMMEDIATELY plonking her in front of the family!!!! #CHEF'S KISS #and ben and lydia hijinks were wonderful and cute #i loved the eyebrow raising at oliver but the lack of hounding rosy about it till the very last minute #because you know....you love someone so much that even when their choices are bad you love them so you want to like them anyway #also batty and ben being disgusted at the sheer number of teens at their house at any moment #askjhfdaskhjjkh i love them #it was a whole lot and i LOVED it

[judeswhore]

as you can tell I'm obsessed with this tiktok account bc she has the best tropes so this might not be a fluff request but I think this imagine would work perfectly with mason 👀

BFF I AM SO BEYOND SORRY THAT THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE AND I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE BC I WROTE IT AT 3AM

also let’s go back to the champions league final

in a crowd - mason mount

Watching Mason win the Champions League had officially made it to the top of your favourite moments list, of course, every one of your favourite moments included your best friend but this one was right there at the top. You’d never seen him so happy, his face flushed, his smile so bright you’re sure they could probably see it from space. You knew with complete certainty that it was an image you wouldn’t forget any time soon.

His mum dragged you on to the pitch with them when the time came, her hand wrapped in yours but her grip slipped when she’d spotted her youngest child, already half swallowed up in the tunnel full of people. The crowd surrounding him, Ben, Kai and Tammy were all family and partners and your stomach dipped slightly at the sight, a feeling of uncertainty washing over you. You were Mason’s friend, you should be in the stands with his other friends, not standing awkwardly in the middle of the pitch.

People were streaming past you as you stood back, just outside the mouth of the tunnel, your gaze still set on a grinning Mason who was being pulled and kissed by his mum. Your heart felt ready to burst in your chest at the sight because you knew just how much this meant to both him and them, there was no prouder family than the Mount’s.

Mason noticed the lack of your presence like a missing limb the second he was surrounded. His first thought when they’d been announced the winners had nothing to do with his family or with himself, his mind had been consumed by you. All he wanted was to run to you, to wrap you up in his arms and hear you tell him how proud you were. It was your opinion that he cared most for.

You might want to pretend you were just friends but that wasn’t what Mason wanted anymore. You were his everything, he knew from the very bottom of his heart that you were the love of his life and he was tired of holding back. He didn’t want to keep watching you date and get hurt, he didn’t want to be the one who always picked up the pieces because he wanted you to be his. Wholly and completely his.

He tried to focus on the congratulations from his family, he tried to make his thanks sound believable and happy but his attention was all over the place and his mind couldn’t settle. He’d seen you with his parents, had watched you jump from your seat when the whistle sounded so where the hell had you disappeared to. Mason pushed himself a little on to his tiptoes to search the tunnel, eyes trying to find your familiar figure and when they finally landed on you his heart flipped, smile growing impossibly bigger.

“Sorry, mum, I just really need to-“ His mum followed his gaze and he watched the way her expression softened when she spotted you. She just nodded her head, hand running along his arm and kissed his cheek.

“I know.” Those two words were all it took before Mason was gently pushing his way through the sea of people to get to you, his eyes never once leaving you. You were wearing his shirt, not just a shirt with his name on, but one of the shirts he’d actually worn and then snuck home to you and it made him feel giddy inside. You always looked beautiful to him but there was something about seeing you in his clothes that made him go a little weak at the knees.

You were gazing around at the mass of people trying to fit into the tunnel but when your eyes landed on Mason again a smile lit up your face. He picked up his pace, politely thanking people while moving out of their way, eager to get to you before being stopped by someone asking for an interview. He finally came to a stop in front of you and in that moment it was just the two of you, no one else in the stadium mattered when you tilted your head and locked your eyes on his.

“Congratulations, Champion.” You playfully punched his shoulder while your other hand tugged the strap of your bag further up your own shoulder. Mason could smell your perfume, that sweet floral scent that immediately brought him comfort, that smell that only ever belonged to you. “Not gonna ditch me for cooler people now that you have a medal and a trophy, are you?”

“People cooler than you? Not even possible, you’re the only person I know who still has Spongebob car fresheners at 21.” This made your roll your eyes, soft laugh tumbling from your lips, those same lips that Mason couldn’t stop staring at.

He’d been thinking about kissing you since he was fifteen, that’s how long he’d been in love with you. He’d imagined your first kiss over a thousand times in his head, in a thousand different scenarios and despite the fact this had never been how he’d pictured it, it just felt right. Everything about this moment felt right because he realised it didn’t matter where he kissed you, he could kiss you in the middle of the street after he’d walked you back to the flat and it wouldn’t matter, it just mattered that he was kissing you.

“You bought me those car fresheners so really I think you were the cool one all along.” You suddenly frowned, head tilting to one side before you pulled a little face and Mason felt just that little further in love when your nose scrunched. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Mason took a small step forward, his hand reaching out so he could graze his fingers over your forearm. His gaze was locked on yours and he could see the confusion on your face as your knitted your eyebrows even tighter together.

“I love you.” There they were. Three simple words he’d kept the true meaning of hidden away for so many years, spoken out loud for the first time and Mason felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders at the confession.

“I love you, too.” You had a bemused expression on your face and you clearly hadn’t caught the change in Mason’s voice, he’d never said those words to you like that before. He shook his head, feet taking another step forward as his hand rose from your arm to your face where he gently caressed your jaw.

“No, Y/N, I’m in love with you.” His voice was firm but soft, the words sounding louder to his own ears and he slid his fingers around the back of your neck. He never once broke eye contact and he watched the slow blush rise over your cheeks, your mouth opening and then closing again. Mason tangled his fingers in your hair and tilted your head back as he leant down and brushed his lips over yours. “So completely in love with you.”

And Mason finally kissed you. After years of waiting for the right time, he finally pressed his mouth over yours and kissed you in front of stadium full of people shouting his congratulations. He was more than aware of the fact that his family and friends could also see but he couldn’t bring himself to care about that, every single one of them knew how he felt about you and he’d deal with the onslaught of teasing later. In that moment you were all he wanted.

The kiss was slow, his lips savouring every part of yours, and he’d never felt that way about a kiss before. Like he’d never be able to get enough, like he could spend his entire lifetime kissing you but he’d still want more. The soft sigh you let out into his mouth when you wrapped your arms around Mason’s neck and pulled him further down made his heart slam against his rib cage.

“Took you fucking long enough.” Someone’s hand slammed into Mason’s shoulder and he finally pulled back, breathless when he turned to glare at Ben who just grinning and jogging away. His parents were still in the tunnel but Mason saw the not so subtle thumbs up his dad gave him when he caught his eyes.

“Mase?” His hands had slid to your waist and he squeezed slightly when he turned back around, a shy smile suddenly forming on his face. He watched you carefully as you brushed his hair back off his forehead, your own eyes scanning his face. “I’m so completely in love with you, too.”

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[nisafm]

i'm gonna make you talk about it :> there's a running theme in a lot of your replies surrounding the concept of want and being wanted. where does nisa's desire to be wanted and pursued by people stem from? is it an innate part of her or something she developed growing up? what does being "wanted" look like to her, and how far is she willing to go to be desired by others? is it purely in a physical sense, or emotional / spiritual, too?

before i get started on my presentation today, i would like to direct everyone to the reading that i emailed you all before class, as it contains important context for the topics i’m going to be discussing. i’ll wait a few minutes just in case anyone didn’t read it.

first and foremost, i think there is an innate element to it. maybe it’s the youngest child thing, or the only girl, family’s princess thing, but she has always been the loudest, most boisterous of her family. neither of her parents want the spotlight for the spotlight’s sake like nisa does, and all three of her brothers are far more reserved. she’s an attention seeker, she always has been.

but obviously, it goes much deeper than that. from a young age, she’s had a real lack of love that isn’t  conditional, in some sense: her father’s hinges on the fact that she’s related to him, and then her mother’s based on how she lived up to (or didn’t live up to) her expectations. and that has i would say that lack has grown and festered within her in ways that she didn’t understand or even really notice for a long time. as i’ve said, she never felt neglected — she always had her father’s love — but there was something that was just… off. something missing.

this feeling of absence, and the desire to fill it started developing young. nisa is charming and pretty, so her peers were drawn to her, they adored her. adoration was so close to being wanted, to being needed, to being loved, that she clung to it. but adoration isn’t quite as pure as love. many of nisa’s relationships tainted by resentment, jealousy, a less kind desire.

but that last one — being desired, physically — well, that felt pretty good too. it filled a void, it soothed an ache.

all of this has shaped how nisa wants to be wanted. ultimately, she wants to be desired, duh, but more than that; she wants to be taken care of; she wants to be chosen; she wants to mean something to someone because she’s her, full stop; she wants to be special to someone. she’s never really had all of this, and the more time goes on the more she realizes it. but if she can’t have any of that, she’ll settle for someone wanting to fuck her! it’s better than nothing!

to be fair, that’s rarely what she’s left with. of the eight years she’s been sexually active, she’s been in three different relationships, for a total of (give or take) six years. she wants companionship, and she can usually find someone to give it to her. nisa just doesn’t know how to pick ‘em, and all three relationships  were wholly unfulfilling and lonely in their own unique ways <3 she told all three of them she loved them, and they said it back (ironically, the only one of the four that meant it was the mfer who was cheating on her).

all of this is complicated by the fact that nisa is so assured of her own worth. nisa knows she’s lovable because she loves herself. she thinks she’s beautiful and funny and smart and nisa would love to spend time with herself (or she says she would. she would hate the bitch for stealing her spotlight). she’s quick to believe people love her because well, why wouldn’t they? but then it ends up feeling empty because it isn’t enough, or it’s not in the right way, or it’s just not right. because it never has been! but again, this hollow form of makeshift love is better than nothing! it’s frustrating in the sense that she desperately wants validation that she’s right: that she really is all of these things that she knows she is, but she just keeps on not getting it! so it’s kind of like nisa’s stubborn confidence vs the complete lack of external reassurance in her confidence… fight!

idk how far nisa would go for it honestly… she rarely ever compromises herself, and i don’t think she would. she’s like “well no i don’t care if people don’t like me because i’m perfect but also wtf why don’t they what’s wrong with me…” so who can ever be sure we’ll just have to wait and see this is already too long so <3

but yeah.. bitch just wants to be loved or whatever. cringe. 🙄

#i said so much and i genuinely don't think any of it is new information screaming and crying and throwing up #but thank u so much for asking aura i love u w all my heart #❛ 𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑦 › answered.

[stoopsbookstore]

The Wolf (Chapter 1)

Warnings - Chapter features violence, gore and character deaths

“Yuta! Wake up!” Johnny smacked the younger wolf awake, the forest ablaze around them, “we have to go!”

“What’s happening, what’s going in?” Yuta stood up, his legs wobbly underneath him.

“Some guy set the forest on fire, says he’s looking for you,” Taeyong transformed, running for his life after sharing the information with Yuta.

“We need to get out of here, it’s not safe!” As a wolf, Doyoung gathered the younger pack, leading them away from the inferno.

Yuta saw his packmates run in various direction, Kun and Xiaojun darting to pick up Taeil who had been burnt on his hind legs, Haechan staying with Ten as they attempted to grab their heirlooms, chaos and madness all around them.

“Hello there, bastard child,” a black wolf with a white streak on his back bared his teeth at Yuta, trying to transform, but for some reason could only sprout his ears, “long time, no see.”

Yuta started running, seeing his friends and family getting slaughtered, wolves attacking them relentlessly.

“Yuta! Help me!” Jisung reached for the male, only for the lead wolf to come up and stomp on his neck.

“You’ll never be a member, you stupid fuck!” The wolf started making his way to Yuta, bracing himself against a tree, “you’ll always be alone!”

Yuta woke up in the classroom screaming, the entire class turning around to stare at him. His forehead was covered in sweat and his eyes red for tears he didn’t realize he shed.

“Im sorry, Mr. Nakamoto, does Romeo and Juliet scare you that much?” Mr. Shindong asked, the chalkboard full of notes of the play and his notebook full of nothing but drool.

“Sorry, sir,” Yuta murmured out, his eyes a dull red, calming himself down as everyone went back to not paying attention except one girl, a sympathetic look on her face.

“Because of that interruption, I think it would be to dismiss class early,” The professor glared at Yuta, “and maybe some of you should focus on getting more sleep instead of getting more pussy.”

The class cheered, gathering their stuff together, Yuta staying back as his friends, Johnny and Doyoung, came up to him.

“Dude, what was that all about?” Doyoung felt Yuta’s forehead with the back of his hand, “are you sick?”

Johnny swatted his hand away from the panicking boy, knowing exactly what’s wrong, “what did you see?”

“A vision of my mom’s pack leader, he burnt everything down,” Yuta shivering as they walked out of the classroom, a pair of eyes on them, "I couldn't save Jisung, I couldn't save anyone."

“Should we tell Taeyong?”

"Tell him what? Yuta had a dream where we all were slaughtered," Doyoung stared at the tallest male, "he would lock us up and throw away the key."

"Well, what do you expect we do?" Johnny swatted at Doyoung, accidentally whacking into Y/N, their classmate, "oh shit! Sorry!"

"No, it's okay," Y/N rubbed her head, Yuta reaching out his hand, "thank you."

The second their hands touched, a jolt of electricity racing through their bodies. Yuta froze, his face stuck in terrror. Y/N took her hand back, staring at the trio in horror.

"You won't being able to save her, fool," a disembodied voice taunted Yuta, looking around to see his friends had vanish and Y/N was strung up, dangling by her legs over a pit of fire, "just because she's your meant to be doesn't mean you'll be with her. You're going to ruin everything for her."

The chain around Y/N's legs disappearing, dropping her as Yuta screamed.

His scream brought him back to the real world, his friends covering his mouth, Johnny helping Y/N up, rubbing her hand.

"Did you feel that, too?" Y/N questioned Yuta, his forehead sweating and his eyes still bulging out.

Y/N ripped a corner of a piece of a paper, scribbling her number on it with a dying pen, the ink fading.

"Call me later please."

Y/N made her exit, Yuta pocketing the number while Johnny pulled out his own phone to call Taeyong.

"Joh-"

"No, Doyoung, he needs to know," Johnny nudged his friend away, "Taeyong, skip your next class, Biology can wait. I'm sure Professor Heechul wouldn't care about you missing one class. It's about Yu- yes. He had a nightma- yes. We think we found his m- Y/N, that girl from our English class. We're on our wa- she just left, but she gave us her name."

Johnny started walking, leaving Doyoung and Yuta in the hall, waving at them to follow him, the trio hustling through the hallways, looking for another one of their members.

Upon arriving at the computer lab, they saw their youngest, Jisung. Johnny walked up and handed the phone to the member affectionately called "their baby," his face terrified as Taeyong began panicking on the phone.

"I have cla- What do you mean Yuta had a nig- and his ma- I'll pack up my stuff," Jisung took out his flashdrive, shoving everything in his bag before the four boys ran out of the classroom, the youngest boy giving the phone back to Johnny.

"We're on our way, we have Jisung. Talk to you later."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mom, have you ever touche-"

"Honey, I already gave you the talk."

"Not like that," Y/N groaned, "I mean, I bumped into this three guys and when one of them was helping me up, I got a shock and then I saw a vision."

Leann stood in silence, her eyes looking at the pot of spaghetti sauce, avoiding the topic, "How about you try some of this?"

"Mom."

"Honey, we can't tell you right now, I'm sorry," she threw the spoon in the sink, "I wish I could and now that we know you're carrying on the family legacy, we have to do this in a very careful way. But what I can tell you in that I come from a very long line of werewolf hunters."

"Hunters?"

"Yes. And I married your stepfather for an alliance that would help us grow in numbers and wipe out the wolves," Y/N looked to the counter, tracing random etchings in the marble as her mother continued, "while I love Shindong, this is mainly for your protection. There's a lot you're going to find out in the next few weeks and we want you to be ready."

"We knew this day was going to come," Shindong had entered the room, kissing the top of Leann's head, "we can start training this weekend. Let me grade all of these works and I can introduce you to what's about to happen. The first paper is one of those half-breeds, Yuta."

Y/N jumped at the name, unnoticed by her parents, "I should go to bed, get well rested for the big day, I guess."

She ran to her room like a speeding bullet train, her heart pounding, as she slid down the door.

Werewolves are real? Any sort of legends surrounding the town could've been real.

Y/N got up from the floor, falling onto her bed before replaying the vision from earlier.

"Help! Someone please!" Y/N tried to wiggling out of the chains, the flames making her sweat waterfalls.

She noticed a wolf, gray fur with bright green eyes growling at a huge black blur, spewing gibberish out of his mouth. The wolf growled as the blur slashed at him. The canine fell to the floor before changing into Yuta, a classmate of Y/N's. The blood ran from his body, the blur laughing at Y/N, her chains dropping her into the inferno.

"Fuck!" Y/N woke up, her body sweaty from the nightmare, her room dark, the moon the only light shining through the window.

A patch of fur had been left near Y/N's pillow. She picked it up, turning on her light to examine it.

It was gray, the same color as Yuta's in her dream.

#yuta #nct scenarios #nct au #nakamoto yuta #nct imagines #nct smut #the wolf #halloween series #my writings

[smutnug]

What Stays and What Fades Away

My first chapter with the amazing @wardsarefunctioning as beta! A thousand thousand thank yous.

Contains awkward flirting and Drunk!Hawke.

Chapter 27: Juliet

It had been a week since Tanner's abrupt departure, and Juliet still felt ill when she thought about the way things had ended. She chafed to be away in Crestwood, where Hawke was doubtless already waiting for them. 

But the Inquisition had become a large organisation, and large organisations seldom moved quickly. While Hawke could travel alone and in relative anonymity, Juliet's expeditions must be scouted, provisioned and planned to the smallest detail. So instead she was stuck here in Skyhold, surrounded by a thousand small reminders of her indiscretion. 

She sat at a table in the hall poring over a pile of documents that never seemed to get smaller: requisitions, reports, requests for the Inquisition's help from all over Southern Thedas. Scout Harding was already on the way to Crestwood, but she had left Juliet a map and pages covered in her small, neat handwriting: the location of the village and fort, a brief history of the place and its flooding during the blight, even a few credible rift sightings. A potential logging site? That would help in rebuilding - 

"Inquisitor?" The messenger gave a quick salute and handed her a roll of paper. "Plans for the mage tower, milady."

The mage tower. She waited until the man was gone before letting out a groan, burying her head in her hands. 

"Pining for your soldier, Freckles?" 

Juliet spun in her chair to glare at Varric. 

"Firstly," she said, "I'm not bloody pining . Secondly, can we pretend just for a minute that I have some kind of private life?" 

The dwarf threw up his hands. "Sorry, Inquisitor," he said, hopping up into the seat next to her. "You're one of the most important figures in Thedas right now. Definitely the most important in Skyhold. Your inner circle has at least three spies, and a mind-reading spirit boy." He patted her on the back. "Keeping secrets is hard."

She stared at him a moment longer, her lips pursed. "Thirdly -" 

"I'll change your names."

"Do not -" 

"And titles."

"Put this -" 

"And location."

"In a book," she finished. "Or I'll throw you to Cassandra."

"Oh, come on Freckles! It's got everything: deception, mistaken identity, star-crossed lovers…"

"I think you're reading a little more into it than actually happened."

"Of course I am. I'm a writer."

Conceding defeat, Juliet looked back to the documents spread out in front of her; the lines on the vellum seemed to blur and dance, Harding's meticulous text reduced to gibberish. She blinked hard, twice, but her eyes refused to cooperate. 

"Why not take a break?" Varric asked and added, too casually, "Take a walk in the garden."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why the garden, Varric?" 

"Why so suspicious, Freckles?" He grinned, hazel eyes glinting with mischief. "It's a beautiful day. The fresh air will do you good. See how your herbs are growing!" 

"I need to plan this…" she protested weakly. 

"Do you trust yourself to make good plans right now?" 

"Fine." She bundled up the documents, shoving them unceremoniously into a nugskin folder. "I'll go to the garden." In response to Varric's waggling eyebrows, she snapped, "but only because I've got no bloody place better to be."

With a smirk he propped his feet up on the table. "Enjoy the scenery, Inquisitor."

"Thin ice, Tethras," she shot back over her shoulder. 

It was close to midday, and she had to admit that the sunlight on her face and the smell of freshly-turned soil did much to clear her head. The air was fragrant with blooming herbs, all of which somehow seemed to thrive here despite the varying climates from which they had been plucked. She wished she could put down roots so easily.

Male laughter caught her attention; the voice was familiar, if not the sound. Beneath the gazebo a small table and two chairs were set up. Dorian faced the Commander over a chess board, hexagonal in the Northern style. The two men were too engrossed in the game to notice her approach and she took a moment to appreciate Cullen's relaxed posture, his easy demeanour as he rolled his eyes in response to Dorian's gentle ribbing. 

"Why do I even…" He finally saw her and broke off mid-sentence, half rising out of his chair. "Inquisitor."

Dorian flashed a charming smile in her direction before turning his attention back to Cullen. "Leaving, are you?" The mage's voice, much like his skin, was smooth as honey. "Does this mean I win?" 

It was jarring to see the Commander so comfortable in the presence of Dorian, of all people. Despite his wit and charm, or perhaps because of it, he didn't always rub people the right way. Plus he was a Tevinter, and an unapologetic mage. Was there some other reason than magic, then, for Cullen's reticence with her? 

Wary of spoiling the mood, she motioned Cullen to sit and tried to match Dorian's light tone. "Are you two playing nice?" 

"I'm always nice," Dorian lied without skipping a beat. He put his tower down with a decisive thunk and crossed his arms; impressively muscled for a mage, Juliet could never help but notice. If he'd been differently inclined, she was sure she could have put those muscles to good use. "You need to come to terms with my inevitable victory," he declared to Cullen. "You'll feel much better."

"Really?" Cullen pounced, shifting his tower from a black square to a white. "Because I just won," he said with a low chuckle, "and I feel fine."

Dorian raised one perfect eyebrow and smiled, impeccably gracious in defeat. "Don't get smug." He rose from his chair with the fluidity of a cat. "There will be no living with you."

Juliet shifted to let him pass and as she did so, his silken voice reached her in a pitch too low for Cullen to catch. 

"He's all yours, Inquisitor," he purred. "You lucky thing."

She felt her ears burn crimson, unfortunately catching Cullen's eye at the same time. Embarrassment painted a foolish smile across her face and the Commander looked at her with some confusion. 

"I should return to my duties as well…" he said, adding hesitantly, "unless you would care for a game?" 

Me? she nearly said. Did everyone else in Thedas die and nobody told me? Then she remembered the hand that had lingered on hers a moment too long after he helped her onto her horse, and a heat swept through her that had nothing at all to do with embarrassment. 

She maintained her composure enough to give him a tight smile. "Prepare the board, Commander."

Oblivious to the fire that raged inside the woman opposite him, Cullen was conversational as he laid out the carved pieces. "As a child, I played this with my sister. She would get this stuck-up grin whenever she won, which was all the time." He glanced up at her, a rarely seen flash of mischief in his eyes. "My brother and I practiced together for weeks…the look on her facethe day I finally won…" 

Juliet caught a glimpse of the boy he had been in his smirk, before a little frown marred his features. 

"Between serving the templars and the inquisition, I haven't seen them in years," he said regretfully. "I wonder if she still plays."

It was easy to forget that Templars, too, could become separated from their families. She doubted Michael had ever recounted such fond memories of her. But she felt a pang when she thought of Lavinia, and of Alec, whose child must have been born by now. 

"You have siblings?" 

He seemed surprised by her enthusiasm. "Two sisters, and a brother."

"We're the same!" Juliet paused. "I mean, my family. Two boys, and two girls." She shifted, nudging Cullen's foot beneath the table. It went unacknowledged by both of them as they adjusted their postures, but she was aware now of his proximity; she could swear she felt the heat of his knee close to her own. 

"Really?" Leaning forward on his elbows, he graced her with a warm smile. "Michael I know, but…"

Juliet couldn't suppress an eye roll at the mention of her Templar brother. "Alec is the eldest. He's…well, he's unlike Michael. And Lavinia is between Michael and I in age. Terribly frivolous and always has her foot in her mouth, but she means well." Unexpected tears sprang to her eyes as she thought of them; on waking in Haven to the news that she'd been publicly disowned, she hadn't dared to contact them. "Tell me about yours," she said with forced cheerfulness. 

"Mia," he replied with a smile, "is the one I told you of. Branson is my brother, and the youngest is Rosalie."

She wished suddenly, fiercely, that she might some day meet them. "Where are they now?"

"They moved to South Reach after the Blight…" A flash of pain reached Cullen's amber eyes. "I do not write to them as often as I should." Staring at the board, his gaze seemed to come back into focus. "Ah, it's my turn."

"Alright," she said with a grin, "let's see what you've got."

He paused, looking at her for the longest time before shaking his head. Leaning in to make his move, he said softly, "You always seem as if you're laughing at a joke nobody else understands."

"I thought everybody understood," she said lightly. "I'm the joke."

"No." His stare, however glancing, pierced her to the core. "You are far from a joke. You're the reason we are all here."

"And who am I?" she countered. "Someone else would have led. Hawke, if Cassandra could have found her."

"Hawke." His wry smile made a mockery of the idea. 

"Nobody should take themselves too seriously." Pondering a moment, she moved a pawn into the path of his mage. "The more power you have, the lessseriously you should take yourself."

Cullen's gaze raked her. Surely, she thought, he must sense the shifting restlessness his mere proximity woke in her. Finally he shook his head. "Are you sure that doesn't do a disservice to those who choose to follow you?" 

"The opposite." She countered his move. "Power without humility lead to tyranny."

For a moment he looked startled. Then he laughed, shaking his head. "Of all people, I should know that." 

"So you and Dorian…" she began tentatively. 

"Dorian and I…?" Cullen's eyebrows shot up. "I assure you, there's nothing of that sort -" 

"Oh no, I just meant…you seemed to be getting along so well! It's not a friendship I would have expected."

"I ran into him in the library. Varric asked me to find a book for him." At her quizzical look, he chuckled. "I think he's trying to avoid Cassandra."

"I can't say I've ever seen Cassandra in the library."

"No point in taking chances, were his words. Anyway, Dorian…" Considering his next move, he twirled a stone piece in his fingers. Such long, clever fingers…he caught her eyes suddenly and she shut her mouth with a painfully audible snap . "He just seems lost, you know. He's a long way from home."

"Don't let him think you pity him," Juliet advised. "He won't thank you for it."

"It's not pity," he said, surprised. "Sympathy, yes, but I do enjoy his company." He caught her look of puzzlement. "Is that so unusual?" 

"Only," she floundered, searching about for the right words, "because of, you know, what he is."

"What he is?" Cullen's voice held faint disapproval. "I'm not sure I take your meaning."

Oh, Maker, now she'd offended him. "Only that I thought it might make you feel uncomfortable. Threatened, even."

"Threatened?" Cullen sat back in his chair, arms folded as he studied her face. "Why should I feel threatened?" 

Could we build a lesser amulet? she thought desperately.One that would take me back to before this line of conversation began. "You wouldn't be the only one. I know several people are concerned with his presence…" Biting her lip, she trailed off as Cullen drummed his fingers on the chair arm with evident annoyance. 

"I know that some people harbour foolish prejudices," he began, "but I certainly didn't think you would be amongst them, Inquisitor."

"Me?" she answered indignantly. "Why in Thedas would I be prejudiced against Dorian? I'm the same as he is!" 

Cullen gaped. "You are?" 

She couldn't understand his reaction; this was by no means new information for the Commander. "Well, yes. I mean I'm not from Tevinter, but essentially…"

They realised their mistake at the same time. Juliet groaned, covering her face; Cullen rubbed the back of his neck as he grinned sheepishly. "You meant…"

"Yes. And you thought…"

"I did." His grin slipped. "But you're wrong to think Dorian's magic should make me uncomfortable. I mean, you're a mage and I'm not uncomfortable with you."

"You're not?" 

She must have sounded a touch too incredulous, because Cullen looked at her sharply. Then he smiled, staring down at his hands. "I don't know if you've noticed, Inquisitor, but I can be somewhat…awkward…at times."

"No," she answered, laughing. "Really? It had completely escaped my notice."

"If I seem that way around you, please know that it's not because of the fact that you're a mage. It's because, well…"

Juliet's mouth went dry. "Yes?" 

"It's just the way I am," he finished quickly. 

Hope gave way to sharp disappointment. Surprised by the intensity of her reaction, she hid her feelings in contemplating the next move. "Your turn," she said finally. His pawn joined the small crowd of pieces on the tabletop. 

He studied the board, frowning. "You're no stranger to this game."

"My mentor in the Circle, Lydia," she swallowed hard at the memory, "didn't believe in idle hands. Or minds. When the study of magic didn't take up our time she had us learn history, geography, strategy, mathematics…" An opening became apparent and she swiftly dispatched one of his mages. "Chess."

At the mention of her Circle, Cullen's expression became shuttered. "It seems that was time well spent," he said stiffly. "I wish…" He shook his head, apparently clearing some stray thought. "Your move, Inquisitor."

Always Inquisitor. What was it about him - or about her - that drove her to keep needling him? He was too proper, too authoritative. It made her keep trying to crack open that facade of stiff professionalism, even if she felt like a bird hopelessly battering its wings against a window pane. It made her blurt out, even as her rational mind told her it was a terrible idea, "So…tell me about you and Hawke."

Cullen's smile vanished. "How do you…? Never mind," he said, somewhat curtly. "I would rather not." With exaggerated carefulness he finished his move, putting his knight down with the barest tap of stone on stone. Without meeting her eyes, he elaborated, "It was a mistake."

"Oh." A mistake. Her chest suddenly tight, she attempted what she hoped was a smile. "You have regrets?" 

Cullen's answering smile was more of a grimace. "I regret the entire thing. Now, really…I'd prefer if we moved on."

"I'm sorry," she said with forced cheerfulness. "It seems my sister's not the only one capable of putting her foot in it." She saw the opportunity to take his queen, and considered letting it pass; then, with an apologetic smile and a half-shrug, she toppled the piece with her mage. 

"There," Cullen said. "That's Mia's look."

Juliet laughed. "I wasn't aiming for stuck-up, but I suppose I've earned the right to gloat a little."

"It's not over yet," he countered. Thoughtful, he glanced at her through sandy eyelashes. "This may be the longest we've gone without discussing the Inquisition - or related matters. To be honest, I appreciate the distraction."

"I aim to please." Impulsively, she added, "We should spend more time together."

Another misstep in a conversation littered with them. Wasn't Cullen supposed to be the awkward one? But there was no awkwardness in his heavy-lidded gaze. "I would… like that," he said, and his low voice sent a pleasant shiver through her body. She could only smile back inanely, until he shook himself and turned his attention back to the board. 

"We should…finish our game," he stammered. "Right. My turn?" 

They sat in companionable silence. Stone tapped against stone, and the low hum of insects and murmured conversations played around them. Finally Cullen played the only move that was open to him, and it was checkmate. He smiled wryly. 

"I believe this one is yours. Well played." He leaned back, rolling his shoulders in a way that distracted Juliet entirely from her victory. "We shall have to try again some time." Standing, he offered her a small bow. "Inquisitor."

"Juliet," she said. "Please."

"Juliet." It was only her imagination, adding that low, husky timbre to his voice, the flash in his molten gold eyes. It was just her name; there was no reason for it to feel like a caress. 

And yet long after he had taken his leave she sat, fingers playing around her lips as if the memory of a kiss lingered there. 

"Still here?" Dorian startled her from her reverie. He ensconced himself in the chair opposite, fingers steepled and a knowing gleam in his eye. "Do I sense a romance blooming? I would so love to attend a provincial wedding."

"Did you and Varric orchestrate this?" she demanded. 

"Varric?" he said, affronted. "Perish the thought, dear cousin. Our Commander wandered into my library and I took pity on him. He seemed so…" The mage twirled his hand theatricality. "Lost."

"How terribly kind of you to keep him entertained."

"Obviously, darling Juliet, I resent the implication to my very core." Dorian plucked an imaginary piece of lint from his trouser leg, examining it between thumb and forefinger. "But I did rather enjoy the game…and the view."

"You don't find our little garden too provincial?"

"Now, now," he chastised her. "We both know I wasn't talking about the garden. My question remains: are you two delightful creatures going to give all of us, your proud and loving family, the news we wait so impatiently to hear? Or must Varric's prize pool grow ever larger?" 

"Bloody Varric," she muttered. 

"Well?" Dorian crossed an elegant ankle over his leg. 

"I'm going to have to disappoint you."

"Oh." Dorian did, indeed, sound disappointed. "Tell cousin Dorian absolutely everything."

Juliet sighed. I regret the entire thing. Somewhere in the Hinterlands, Tanner would be thinking the same about her. "There's really nothing to tell." She turned her hand palm up; the Anchor pulsed faintly green. "I just don't want to be anyone else's mistake."

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[lucisfavoritedemon]

Serendipity

Pairing: Jack x Winchester!reader

Summary: Isn’t it sad to think that if certain things in your life never happened you would be totally different from the person you are today. Y/N and Jack were once parallel lines never destined to meet, but something in both their lives made them. Was it chance or just a fortunate accident?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, cuteness of young love, over protective brothers, language.

Word Count: 2008

A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Spn Beautiful Words Challenge. My word was serendipity: the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. This is just cute fluffiness with Jack. There is no smut because, well he is still technically a child. I just found this concept really cute. Enjoy!

She never planned on falling in love, ever. She had grown up in a life where attachments meant danger. Not just for you, but for the attachment itself. She had been taught at a young age to love but to keep your distance.

She never planned for one day love to come knocking on her door. She never expected it to be the very thing she was always taught to fear. He was her happy accident. The thing she never planned for, but the thing she always wanted.

Y/n Winchester was the youngest sibling. The boys didn't know she existed until after their father died. They had gotten a mysterious call from an unknown number. They agreed to meet and found out that she was their sister. Well sort of.

They took her in though. She knew the life that her father led. It was how her mother and him met. A hunt had brought them together. Y/n had called her dad wanting to tell him of her mother's passing, but instead got a voicemail saying to call Dean.

Her life became nothing but chaos then. She was almost teenager when she met up with the boys. Just started middle school. Dean didn't want to drag her all over like how they were raised, but Sam brought up a good point that she was already involved in the life, and whether they kept her out or not, she would always find her way back. They decided to take her to Bobby's. There he raised her and she finished school, but not without some changes to her life.

Hunting was always in her blood though. Even when she decided to go to college, she still hunted, but local hunts. It wasn't till she was going to go back to college for a summer semester when the boys found her again. This time they had someone with them. A boy who looked to be her age with light brown hair, and the most impressive eyes. She found herself staring at this man for a long time. That is till Dean broke her focus.

"Are you going to let us in or are you going to make us get a motel?" Dean said barging in anyways.

"Sorry I was hoping you would introduce me to your friend here."

"Not gonna happen. We are just watching him for a little while. We are just here for the night, then we are headed back to the Bunker."

"Right because you are afraid of me getting attached."

"Do you mind if we talk out in the hall for a second?" Dean asked grabbing her arm and practically dragging her out to the hallway.

"What is your problem? You just dragged me out of my apartment for no reason." She blurted out once he shut the door.

He looked around making sure no one was around before he spoke.

"You cannot have any association with that kid, do you understand? He is Lucifer's son. He could be dangerous and you are not going to have any part of this. You are going to finish school and live a normal life."

"Yeah because hunting is a normal life."

"You don't hunt anymore. You gave that up when you went off to school. At least you promised you would."

"Yeah well things change Dean. I have been taking local hunts. You know the occasional shifter and ghost."

"Oh...oh." Dean was shocked to hear her say this, but he was glad she had taken notice to the surrounding areas.

"I know I made a promise, but if I see something I'm not going to ignore it like most people do. I do my best to solve it."

"I'm actually really proud of you for that. I know you made a promise, but that's really cool you have done that."

Dean then filled her in on the stranger in her home. She found out his name was Jack. She loved that name. She felt it suited him.

Jack felt very intrigued by the youngest Winchester. He had no idea Sam and Dean even had a younger sibling. He wanted to know everything about her.

"Sam who's the girl that Dean is talking to?" Jack asked curious to hear her name.

"Oh that's our sister. She's our half sister, but her and Dean are so much alike she feels like a full sister."

"Oh, she seems very nice. To let us stay here at least."

Jack felt an odd need to know everything he could possibly know about this girl. He didn't know why he just did.

"Yeah, she has a kind heart. She cares a lot about people and their feelings." Sam said a smile growing on his face just thinking about her.

"She seems lonely though. Like she's missing something." Jack pointed out.

Sam never really noticed that before, but it could be that she just misses her mother. She was only 12 when she passed.

"At a young age she lost her mom just like you. She probably misses her a lot."

"Hey guys how about I run out and get some beer and some grub. I really don't have much here right now. I haven't been shopping for a while." She came in suggesting.

Jack couldn't stop looking at her. She was amazing and she had such a story to tell. All he had to do was look into her eyes and see that.

"Why don't Dean and I run out. You and Jack can stay here and set up a table or something. We wouldn't really know where things were anyways." Sam suggested.

Dean looked at him like he was crazy. He didn't want their little sister left alone with the son of Lucifer.

"Dude really?!" Dean shouted when they entered the hallway.

"She'll be fine. Don't worry. He just wants to get to know her. Plus I really want her to come home. She has spent so much time here, she hasn't even seen the Bunker yet. I feel we have missed quality time with her. Time we won't ever get back."

"I know, but Jack and her? I saw the way she looked at him dude. She is going to fall and he is going to hurt her."

"If that happens we'll interfere."

"Fine." Dean agreed reluctantly.

"So Jack, how's it feel to be babysat by my brothers?"

"It's quite interesting. I don't mind it though they both seem very nice."

"They are, but Dean can become very opinionated at times. Sam is gentle and kind hearted. He will look after you quite well. Sam is always the nurturing one."

"Yeah he is. He has been telling me that I'm not who my father was, but who I choose to be."

"Exactly only you get to decide that. Dean may have his opinions, but I can see there is not a bad bone in your body."

Jack appreciated her kind words. He still saw that she was lonely, but he didn't know what to do to make her not so lonely anymore.

"You seem very nice and kind hearted like Sam. I see more similarities between you and him rather than you and Dean. Yet, I feel something in your life is missing, much like Sam and Dean."

"It's love Jack. Because the life we live, we can't have attachments. For I have tried, I can't seem to find the right one for me."

"You will. You're kind, and beautiful, and amazing."

"That's very sweet of you Jack. I don't think it'll happen though. I'm not destined to be with anyone."

"Y/n you will find someone. This life won't take that away from you." Sam said startling her.

"We want you to live a normal life. Not the one we live." Dean chimed in sounding guilty.

"I want to be in this life. It's all I know. Even when I've been at school I still hunted. I don't want the normal life anymore. Jack is right I am missing something. I'm missing my brothers. I want to come home. Forever."

Jack felt he knew her now. She was a family person. She just needed her family.

~*~

Y/n had been living at the Bunker for a couple months now. Jack had taken off because of a hunt gone wrong.

Y/n was worried about him being out there on his own. Luckily, Jody had a lead on him and they were headed out to find him.

"I just hope he's okay. I have been so worried about him being out in the world by himself."

"Of course you have." Sam teased.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Yeah, what is that supposed to mean? You aren't pushing Jack on her are you? We've talked about this." Dean sounded worried. He didn't want Y/n to be with Jack, or anyone for that matter.

"I think he's good for her. She's probably opened up more to Jack in his first few months than she has her whole life." Sam said though Y/n could hear every word he was saying.

"You do realize I can still hear you two, right?" She interrupted them.

"Can you tell me I'm wrong then? If you can we'll drop it and leave you two alone." Sam compromised.

"You aren't wrong. But what I tell Jack is none of your business. I tell him things because he listens. When was the last time you ever listened to what I had to say?"

"We always listen to what you have to say." Dean piped in.

"Oh yeah? Then what did I suggest for breakfast this morning?" She quizzed them.

"Pancakes. The thing we had for breakfast." Dean responded not giving it a second thoughts.

"Wrong. Sammy?"

"Breakfast burritos from that restaurant you love so much." He caved knowing very well they both never hear what you have to say.

"Correct."

"No way she totally wanted pancakes this morning..."

She let them argue about this. All she could think about was Jack. She let herself get distracted, but only for a few minutes before her mind wandered back to the nephilim she has grown so fond of. It wouldn't be long before they were reunited.

~*~

Losing Jack was the hardest thing for Y/n. She only hoped her brothers and Castiel had the resources to get him back. She was walking on thin ice with her thoughts. If she didn't talk to someone, but she couldn't talk to anyone about this.

That's when she finally realized how she felt about him. She knew exactly where she belonged.

Though she hated to admit it, she was starting to fall for the young nephilim, and she was starting to fall hard.

She wanted nothing more than to figure out rescue him from this apocalypse world.

Jack wanted to find a way to destroy Michael and get back to his friend. He couldn't help but want to tell her everything he felt close to her. Closer than he ever felt with anyone. Even Castiel.

Every time he thought about her he smiled. He didn't know this unnatural feeling. He didn't even realize he was doing sometimes. It was just natural for her to make him smile whether she was with him or in his thoughts.

She distracted him when he needed a break. It was his way to cool down. Though he didn't know why, it made him feel good. He only hoped she did the same with him.

~*~

Her brothers had the perfect plan in place to save Jack and Mary from the Apocalypse World. It was almost full proof. Almost.

There was only one thing they were missing: Archangel grace. That was the last ingredient standing between her and the boy she had grown to love.

She only hoped Gabriel was healed enough to create the rip. Sadly it wasn't enough. He wasn't fully healed from what Asmodeus did to him.

All hope felt lost. She was never going to see her Angel again.

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