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mikrowrites · 4 years

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just an act (3)

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Two years after Y/N flew out of Shawn’s life, and one year after the end of the contract, the two come colliding into each other once again, and Shawn hopes for a second chance.

-the first song is One Grain of Sand by Ron Pope and the second song... I hope y’all know it xx-

Two years later...

The sound of a guitar flooded through the room, the sound carrying into a recording booth down the hall. A mahongany acoustic, worn a bit from years of constant use.

A girl stood in the booth in front of a microphone, hands on her headphones as she listened to the guitar chords, leaning into the microphone.

Oh, I used to treat you sweetly,

I would pull you to my chest,

as you cried about the ocean slipping quickly through your hands.

You were searching for one grain of sand along an endless beach,

As I was building you a castle that you just refused to see—

The music clicked off, cutting her off from the lyrics as she retreated from the microphone.

“Fantastic, Y/N!” A producer exclaimed through an intercom. “That’s all we need for today! Enjoy your weekend, Star.”

Y/N had retreated into her music as coping with her heartbreak. She blocked his number, moved on, ignored the news of Shawn and Camila’s break-up.

She had created a single for her SoundCloud and Spotify that went viral, catching the eye of a record label that wanted to sign her. One debut album and a Coachella and Lolla under her belt, she was being sent on a US tour while recording another album.

Y/N walked out of her label’s office, humming the tune of the song she had been singing, and into her private car.

“Done for the day?” The driver asked.

She smiled, sighing. “Finally, yes.”

When her label posted the job position for being a personal driver, Y/N came up with a better idea. She sought out the taxi driver from Toronto who had given her life-saving advice and comfort, and had them hired.

“To your apartment?” The driver shifted the car’s gear.

“No, not yet. I just need to clear my head.”

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Shawn ran off the stage of the venue, wiping sweat from his forehead and handing off his guitar to a stagehand.

“Great show, Shawn.”

He turned to see someone he never expected to ever see again. “Alessia.”

The girl tightly smiled, walking forwards. “Camila told me about the contract last month. She’s been telling the singers she knows closely, who wouldn’t leak it to the press. She’s warning them of it, it’s... comforting, to have someone on our side about our romantic lives.” Alessia walked towards Shawn, sighing. “I’m sorry. I said some horrible things to you, I’m sorry about all of it.”

“You didn’t know, Les.” Shawn softly replied, pulling the girl into a tight hug. “You couldn’t know.”

“It doesn’t make me any less sorry.” Alessia firmly responded.

They pulled away, the girl raising her eyebrows. “What about Y/N?”

Shawn’s body went rigid at the sound of her name.

He had had a rough couple years, trying to move on like Y/N had. She was climbing the ranks of stardom, and he was just a heartbroken, foolish boy who should’ve told her the truth from the minute he signed that paper.

“I... she’s moved on.”

Alessia shook her head. “She hasn’t. I know that girl, and she still loves you.”

“If she loved me she would have never boarded that plane.” Shawn raised his voice, silencing Alessia. “She doesn’t. Not anymore.”

After a few moments of silence, Alessia spoke up. “She still plays the guitar.”

Shawn whipped his head up, surprise illuminating his features. “What?”

“You know what I’m talking about.” Alessia insists. “The mahongany Fender. It’s featured in every song on her album, she plays it in every concert. I saw her at Lolla last summer. She never put it down.”

He remembered buying her that guitar. The one she had was duct taped and could barely hold a tune, so Shawn brought her to a local guitar shop and had her pick out a guitar.

“This is my investment into Y/N the star. So that one day, when you hit it big, I can brag that I bought her her first Fender.”

Shawn stood silently, Alessia smirking.

“So, what? You’re just going to let her get away? I don’t think so.”

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“Hey guys!” Y/N grinned into the microphone, the crowd cheering around her. She looked around, laughing. “I’m glad to see you guys too.”

“This is my first show of my very first tour! Thank you LA!” Y/N shouted, the crowd applauding as she began to strum on her guitar. “You know, I have a story about this guitar in my hands. Someone I cared about bought it for me 5 years ago. They were the first person to believe in me.”

She pulled away from the microphone, playing the beginning chords of a familiar song, the crowd screaming and cheering. “This song’s for you.”

Taste the poison from your lips

Lately, we're as good as gone

Oh, our love is drunk and it's

Singin' me my favorite song

Me and you, we were made to break

I know the truth, but it's much too late

You're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard to leave

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

You're perfectly wrong for me

All the stars in the sky could see

Why you're perfectly wrong for me

Y/N began strumming harder, her drummer giving her a beat as she began to belt the lyrics, squeezing her eyes shut.

Oh, and why I can't quit when you break my heart open?

I need you more than I know, oh

and I can't resist when you're up against my skin

I never wanna let you go

Y/N lifted her arm, holding the chord as the crowd cheered, the girl breathing heavily as she looked to her side, where she could see the backstage wing. Shawn stood, despair apparent across his face.

She huffed out a sigh, turning back to the audience and singing the last lines a capella.

Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me

And that's why it's so hard for me

Oh, you're perfectly wrong for me

The crowd exploded in applause, Y/N giving them a tight smile, thanking them once more, raising her guitar in the air and bowing before running off the stage.

She glanced at Shawn, running past him to her green room. Y/N pulled aside her manager, whispering in her ear; “He can come talk to me in 5.”

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Y/N was using a wipe to rub off her makeup when there was a soft knock on her dressing room door. “It’s open!”

Shawn carefully and quietly opened the door, standing in the door frame for a moment before closing the door behind him.

“Sit.” Y/N commanded, her eyes still trained on her mirror as her left arm extended to point to a small couch against the opposite wall. Shawn sat down, Y/N finishing rubbing makeup off her face.

“Camila came to my studio three weeks ago. She told me about the contract, she told me everything.” Y/N finally turned from the mirror to face Shawn, leaning back on the counter. “I’m going to ask three questions and you answer.”

Shawn nodded, Y/N continuing.

“Why didn’t you tell me about the contract when you signed it?” Y/N asked.

“Because I was scared.” Shawn muttered, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees. “I was sworn to secrecy, to even my family, and it wasn’t that I don’t trust you, I was scared to lose you... but it happened anyways.”

Y/N nodded, her face still stoic. “When were you going to tell me?”

Shawn sighed, “I wanted to tell you every single fucking day. It was such a weight, such a burden, and even more to keep it from you. But when you boarded that plane, I was going to tell you. I was going to say everything.”

Y/N fought the tears in her eyes as she looked away, but Shawn could see a single tear trail down her face through the mirror. “Last one, um...” she let out a sniff, turning to Shawn. “What makes you think I could forgive you, that things could just go back to normal?”

“I don’t.” Shawn hung his head low, shaking his head. “I don’t think things could go back to normal. I fucked up.”

“Then why are you even here?” Y/N spat, her voice barely above a whisper. She quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks, sitting on top of the counter and leaning against the mirrored wall.

Shawn smirked, his eyes still full with despair. “I thought only three questions.” Y/N chuckled sadly, running a hand through her hair.

“Because I love you.” Shawn responded, Y/N looking up at him. “I never stopped. I never will.”

“And what if I don’t love you anymore?” Y/N’s voice cracked.

He smiled, nodding his head to the mahongany Fender guitar that leaned against the wall. “If that were true you would’ve gotten rid of that a long time ago.”

“It’s a nice guitar.” Y/N murmured, her and Shawn sharing a small laugh.

They were both silent for a moment, lost in each other’s eyes as they found themselves searching for words to say.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’ve always loved you, only you. It was all just an act. Please give me another chance.” Shawn finally spoke, standing and walking towards her.

Y/N stared at him, her mind whirling with thoughts as he approached her, standing only inches away. She studied his face, his eyebrows, gorgeous eyes, nose, full lips...

Before she could comprehend what she was doing, she grasped both sides of Shawn’s face with her hands, pressing her lips against his. He deepened the kiss, passionately responding as she ran her hands through his hair.

Once they finally broke apart, Y/N finally smiled, looking at him with her arms around his shoulders, his hand holding her thighs as she still sat on the counter.

“One more chance, Mendes. Don’t mess it up this time.”

end.

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heeydolan · 6 years

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Lie Detector {G.D.}

Summary: For this Tuesday’s video, Grayson and Ethan decide to another lie detector test. This time, on Grayson’s girlfriend, Y/N.

Request

A/N: I’m not very funny but I tried.

Warnings: N/A

WC: 1.1k

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Filming videos with the twins is not necessarily the number one activity on my list of ‘favorite things to do’. Every time they ask, I always say no but somehow both of them find a way to convince me to do them. As much as I hate to admit it, I’d do anything in the world for those boys no matter how much I don’t like it.

Grayson and I have been dating for almost a year. Luckily, my friendship with Ethan is great and I’m able to put up with the pairs constant bickering back-and-forth. The three of us are always together as much as possible and they both know how to push my buttons in just the right ways

Hence why I’m not jumping up and down at the idea of making videos with them. I always end up in some kind of position that makes my nerves sky rocket.

“Baby, will you please make the video with us?” Grayson begs me for the third time in the past hour.

“Gray, as much as I’d love to be connected to a ton of wires and have Ethan harass me for your channel, I’m going to have to pass.”

“I won’t harass you!” Ethan defends himself. I look up from my laptop laying across my legs, give him a ‘yeah-right’ glare, and continue typing out my notes from my lecture this morning.

Grayson sits beside me on our shared bed, lays his head on my shoulder, and sighs.

The next day, I’m sitting between the two boys filming the intro.

“What’s up guys?” Grayson screams at the camera. “We’re–”

“–Wait, let’s do it together.” Ethan cuts off his brother.

“Dude, just–”

“–Grayson!”

“Ok, ok! Ready?”

“We’re back!” The twins yell in unison, following it up with a laugh.

“Today we’re with Y/N–”

“– my beautiful, amazing, caring, sweet girlfriend.” Grayson cuts Ethan off this time.

“Today we’re hooking Y/N up to a lie detector. I’m going to ask her questions about hers and Grayson’s relationship and see how she really feels about my brother.” Ethan explains then turns to us. “Do you think she’ll still be your girlfriend after this video?”

“Of course I do. She’s going to do great.” Grayson grins widely at me then kisses me on the cheek.

Ethan stands up, sticking his face in the camera, taking up the whole frame, “Then let’s get started.”

The three of us are now set up at the kitchen table. Grayson to my right, the lie detector equipment all connected to me, the lie detector technician to my left, and Ethan beside him.

“Ok guys, this is Mike. Mike the lie detector guy.” Grayson introduces him.

“But today he’ll be detecting nothing but truths.” I joke.

Ethan rolls his eyes, “Mike, was that a lie?”

“Doesn’t say.” He chuckles.

Mike begins to talk about the technical aspects of the machine and how the test works. He explains that it tracks my heart rate, sweat glands, and breathing patterns, thus indicating if I am telling the truth or lying.

If I’m being completely honest, I am overly nervous. Knowing Ethan, he will find a way to trick me or ask the most ridiculous questions and it will just throw me off. Luckily, I’ve mentally prepared myself for that so hopefully I won’t be too caught off guard.

Once the viewers are all informed on how this is going to play out, we begin with the questions.

“Question one,” Ethan taps his finger on his chin, looking between Grayson and me, “is Grayson a good boyfriend?”

“Yes.” I quickly answer.

We all look to Mike, “true.”

“Well, not to brag but I am pretty great.” Grayson leans back in his chair, popping his shirt.

Ethan rolls his eyes and continues, “Y/N, do you only date Grayson for the attention?”

“No. What the heck Ethan?” I question, a little shocked he asked such a serious question so soon.

“She’s telling the truth.” Mike the lie detector guy confirms.

Ethan turns to the camera, “now all of you doubting their relationship can shut up and we’re not cutting this statement out.”

Grayson and I laugh as he squeezes my knee and we keep going, “Did you watch our videos before you started dating Grayson?”

“Yes.”

“True.”

“Were you in Grayson’s lane before you met him?”

“Yes.”

“Also true.”

Ethan pauses and glares at me. “These questions are boring since you’re being so truthful. Let’s spice it up, shall we?” I throw my head back, aggravated because I was just getting comfortable since I was getting all the questions right. But, as always, a typical Dolan Twins video can never be boring so they do the most to spice it up.

“Is there anything you would change about Grayson?” He asks.

“No!” I feel my heart rate pick up.

“Lie.” Mike shrugs his shoulders.

“Ha!” Ethan exclaims, “finally got you.”

“What would you change about me then?” Grayson raises an eyebrow.

I nervously laugh and kiss Grayson’s cheek, “you know I love you but you have an issue with snoring. I’ve gotten used to it but there are still some nights, if you fall asleep before me, I can’t sleep at all.”

“Ok, that’s lame, next question.” Ethan breaks up our moment.

He asks a few more questions, all of my answers coming out with the best outcome possible.

“Ok, now, the final question.” Ethan speaks low and serious, “Do you, Y/N, actually, really, truly like Grayson’s tampon earring?”

“I do.” I simply state as I lovingly look at the boy to my right then take a glimpse of the shiny wing hanging from his ear. He smiles at me and I can’t help but fall even more in love with him.

Every time I look at him, my heart races. Somehow, that hasn’t messed up my results so far. Although, I’m a little nervous it will with this question.

“And again, she’s telling the truth. Overall, she passed the lie detector test with flying colors.” Mike lets us all know.

“I guess she really does like you, dude.” Ethan jokes.

Grayson throws his arms around me and pulls me into a hug. He presses his lips against mine and I can’t help but smile through the kiss.

I pull away from his lips but stay close. Jokingly, I can’t help but ask, “Can I put you through this torture now?”

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hnrywinchester · 5 years

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Fare Thee Well - - Chapter 13

Summary: She hasn’t seen Gabriel since he died nine years ago, then a phone call changes everything.

Pairing: Gabriel x OFC

Series Warnings: ANGST, smut, swearing, character deaths, PTSD Gabriel, canon compliant

Beta’d by: @aquietuniverse

Words: 5k

The bar was bustling, but the four people sat in the back corner booth paid no mind. On one side was two brothers, they’d saved the world once or twice without so much as a thank you, and they’d do it again in a heartbeat if they had to. On the opposite, a fallen archangel and the human woman he’d fallen head over heels for. His eyes fell to her every few minutes, just so he could look at her. Most times she didn’t even notice. When she turned to talk to him, his head would always dip ever so slightly, bringing his ears closer to her so as not to miss one syllable of whatever it was she had to say. One might think it was because the bar was loud, but no, anyone would see him doing the same thing in a silent room or the back of a car, it was a habit at this point. When she laughed her head would fall onto his shoulder and his face would turn to rest against hers, smiles mirroring each other’s. It was a palpable kind of love, one you could feel when they were in the room. It was visible and infectious, unquestionable and undeniable. “Okay, so one time I was hunting a ghoul in Arkansas, whatever, things are nasty. But this chick, man… she made that whole shit show so worth it,” Dean retold, the neck of his fourth beer nestled between his fingers, “Crazy, the things she could do… flexible-“ “All right, that’s enough,” Sam laughed from beside him, stopping the story before it got too graphic. “No no! I wanna hear the rest!” Gabriel insisted, throwing his empty whiskey glass down onto the table as his other hand ran absentmindedly up and down the thighs across his lap. Liv clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes as her head fell back against the wall. The alcohol was swimming through her blood stream now and she welcomed that familiar floating buzz. The hands on her legs were warm and soothing, if she could stay wrapped in a moment forever this one was in the running. “What? Not like I could tell any of my stories…” Gabriel pouted, fingers briefly dancing along her side causing her to quickly convulse in defense, “I don’t think you’d appreciate them knowing all your tricks.” “Gabe!” she scolded through gritted teeth, bolting up and grabbing his forearm in warning. He responded to her threat with a kiss, pressing his lips gently to hers and just as quickly as it had come, her anger washed away. Maybe it was the booze or the way his hair brushed against her forehead but her heart swelled in her chest. He’d been around for thousands of years and in a conversation centered around their ‘best hits’, he was rendered quiet so as not to embarrass her. Now, she knew he also could be keeping hush because he didn’t want to bring up his past flings but they’d talked about them before, no reason he couldn’t have now. “So go on,” Gabriel urged, turning his attention back to the man across from him. “She could put her feet behind her head,” Dean bragged, “and hold them there. For awhile.” “Oh. Love that. ‘Nother round?” The table erupted in agreement and the angel tapped the knees locking him in place. She regrettably lifted them, craning her neck around to watch him as he walked off. His slightly bowed legs gave him an unmistakable sway, the hair on the back of his head unruly and curling behind his ears just the way she liked. He was the epitome of perfection. It was at that moment she knew without a doubt that it was the alcohol talking, and she was loving every minute of it. “I’ll admit it,” Dean confessed, snapping her from her trance, “I was wrong.” “What?” she questioned, turning back around and looking at him, lip turned up in confusion. “About you and him. I never thought it was… real. I was wrong.” “Well, uh, thanks? I guess?” Gabriel returned moments later, four beers in his hands and a waitress trailing behind with four distinct shots on a tray. Tequila. Each occupant of the booth had a different reaction at the sight of the lime embellished glass shooters. Dean rubbed his hands together excitedly, his tongue shooting out from between his teeth as he eyed the cute, brunette waitress when she set his on the table in front of him. Sam groaned, knowing the headache he would undoubtedly wake up with in the morning but still unable to resist taking his. Liv smirked, she’d had many a wonderful nights under tequila’s spell with the man who was sliding into the booth beside her. He remembered, and he wanted it again. “You a tequila girl, Liv?” Dean asked skeptically, winking at the server one last time before she walked off. The corner of Gabriel’s mouth ticked as he watched the smile spread across her face. This was his favorite Liv, inhibitions gone and a little drunk. He watched as her eyebrow raised confidently, Dean was about to be proven very wrong. To start, she pulled her lime off the rim and then turned to Gabriel, holding it in front of his lips. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he complied opening them and allowing her to wedge the slice between his teeth. His eyes went wide with a little shock but mostly excited anticipation as she turned back forward and grabbed the glass with her thumb and forefinger. When her tongue darted out to lick the salt from the rim, he felt a little jolt in his stomach, she was going to be the death of him. Soon enough he’d have her like this all the time, she was going to put that ‘archangels could only be killed by another archangel’ rule to the test, he just knew it. Sam and Dean watched intently as she tipped her head back, draining the liquid in one fell swig, the little cough they expected from the burn of the liquor as it slid down her throat never came. She was tougher than she looked. She gave the boys a self-assured glare before grabbing Gabriel’s chin between her fingers and pulling him to hers, her tongue sweeping in to pull the lime wedge from his lips. Keeping her grip on his face, she squeezed the juice from the fruit, his eyes glazed over in unhindered adoration and titillation. Her gaze was dark and absolutely intoxicating as she pulled the rind from her teeth, he’d never felt this hypnotized ever before in his life. When she closed the distance between them again, her tongue pushed between his lips and he could taste the tequila and lime still lingering and it took every ounce of his self control to not grab her and throw her across the table. “Do that again,” he growled loud enough for only her to hear as they separated, foreheads and noses still touching, “and we’re having sex right here and now.” “Promise?” she breathed, tongue flicking out across her bottom lip. Oh she was pushing every boundary and limit, and she knew it. Well two could play this game and he’d launch his own attack when she was least expecting it. “Can you two not…” Dean complained from across the table, “we’re in public and you’re eye fucking each other so hard I feel like I have to pay you. Have some decency.” “Sorry…” she chastised, grabbing her beer and swigging it, keeping her eyes locked on Dean now. The hunter understood some of the allure now. God damn… and somehow this quirky, sarcastic winged prick got to go home with her every night? Sometimes life wasn’t fair. “Dean’s just jealous ‘cause he’s striking out with not one, but two people here tonight,” Gabriel implied, his voice ringing with a hint of caution, “It’ll be him and righty-tighty-all-nighty at this rate.” “Shut up,” Dean snapped, causing the other two occupants of the table to erupt into laughter. “You’ve lost your touch.” “Oh? I’ll show you…” They all watched as Dean stalked off in the direction of that cute, brunette waitress that had brought their shots to the table, his steps growing more and more confident the closer he got. Maybe he did still have a little of that former charm and magic. Gabriel leaned over and pressed his lips to Liv’s again, this time his kiss sweet and slow and she couldn’t hold back the smile and soft drunken giggle that escaped as his stubble tickled against her jaw. Sam couldn’t help the grin that twitched at the corner of his mouth. It was almost refreshing being around them, their pure, unbridled happiness was contagious. It almost made him forget where they were going tomorrow, who they had a one-time chance of fooling. While the other members of the group didn’t seem concerned, Sam knew there was no way this all went as planned. “Well look at him,” Gabriel commented as he peered over at Dean flirting against the bar, “looks like he may have actually worked his way in. You two wanna go? He can drive himself home, yeah?” Liv and Sam agreed. She was ready to have Gabriel all to herself, the tequila finally taking effect. The angel quickly flew them home, Sam immediately stalking off towards his room as soon as they’d landed. The couple watched him walk off, both of their carefree mindsets stumbling a little. While they hadn’t expected him to stay around, they knew what they’d been doing all night, him walking off without so much as a word was jarring. “I’m gonna go take a shower real quick,” Liv informed Gabriel, leaning up to kiss his cheek before walking off. As the water cascaded down around her, she was lost in her thoughts. The hot steam trapped within the glass doors was thick and heavy, almost making it hard to see. If there was one thing she loved about this bunker, it was the water pressure and the scalding temperatures that the water reached. She was humming a song she couldn’t even remember the name of, something catchy that had played over the bar’s speakers, simply letting the spray warm her skin, enjoying the peace and quiet. Gabriel shook his head as he watched her. She was so caught up in her own world she hadn’t heard him come in and open the door to her stall. How the hell she survived in her field of work was a mystery to him sometimes. His eyes followed the droplets that trailed down her back, marveling at the sights before making himself known. Slowly, he slid in, his presence still unknown, and wrapped both of his arms around her middle, his chest pressing into her back. He expected her to jump, or scream, or at least startle, but she didn’t. He could see her face lift into a smile as her arms snaked over his. “Hey,” he greeted, his voice deep and husky. “Hey,” she replied, her smile growing up into her eyes. “You have the worst reflexes and senses of any hunter I’ve ever met.” “Or maybe I was just expecting you.” It was his turn to smile now, “Am I that predictable?” “Little bit.” There was no way he was letting her win this one. This was supposed to be his great retribution for her antics at the bar. Looks like he had to up the ante. He hummed in appreciation as his lips pressed against her neck, his beard leaving a little trail of red as he traveled upward towards her ear. Ever so slightly, she pushed herself farther back into him as her body grew flush at his motions. The water was warm, but Gabriel was warmer as he cradled her tightly against him. “You’ve… always had a thing for showers,” she sputtered, her throat going dry as his mouth began dragging across it. “Oh? What else do I have a thing for?” he inquired, enjoying that his plan was working. Liv felt her knees buckling at his tone, “Um… the back of my car….” “Mhmm.” “The uh… standing. Standing up.” “Ah. Do you know why I like standing up?” In one swift motion he spun her in his arms and hoisted her up around his waist, her back pressing into the wet tile. Her legs immediately wrapped around him as her hands shot to his shoulders for stability she knew she didn’t need, he had her. His eyes were hard as they bore into hers, the normally golden hue a darker amber as he waited for her response. She couldn’t think straight. His mouth was parted slightly, his hair dripping and plastered around his face and neck. It wasn’t fair. No one was supposed to look this good soaking wet. The only response she could muster was a single shake of her head. Finally, payback was his. “Because, when you’re like this, it’s up to me and me alone to turn you into a quivering, whimpering mess,” he began, nipping his mouth against the curve of her chin, “It’s my responsibility to take care of you properly, to give you what you deserve.” His lips had traveled to the hollow behind her ear and she couldn’t help the needy whine that fell from her throat. Her stomach was knotted so tight she could hardly breathe and as badly as she wanted relief this torture was exquisite. Every nerve was aching to be touched, but he kept his hands on the back of her thighs; she couldn’t believe the fire searing over her skin from his words alone. She hadn’t noticed, but he had, that her body had gone completely slack in his hold. “I like it when you give up control for once in your fucking life, like this, right now… limp in my arms… waiting,” he snarled, every word tightening that knot further. Of course he was right. It was rare when she submitted to anyone completely, even him. She was chalking it up to the alcohol, but deep down she knew that every once in awhile, she needed this. Her breath was coming out in jagged pants now, her eyes snapped shut as she did exactly what he said she was: waiting. The water still spraying out from beside them now felt cold on her overheated skin. “When you’re mine…” he finished, pulling a groan from her as she locked her fingers into the hair on the back of his head. Gabriel laughed. That was worth it. He typically wasn’t the type for this kind of thing, but she’d earned it tonight. She always seemed to enjoy it when it did happen, and pulling this response from her was always deeply satisfying. “Even after all these years, huh?” he asked, his voice back to it’s normal playful tone. “Mhmm,” she hummed, unable to form a word, a breathy laugh escaping as she smiled. “Let me help you out then sweetheart,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to her bottom lip. Shifting her slightly he lined up, pulling her down on top of him and her groan of relief that echoed off the walls was downright depraved. “Shit… I didn’t even touch you,” he whined as his hips easily slid flush with hers. “Keep talking,” she begged, squeezing her legs around his lower back. They’d had their fair share of sex in their heyday, but this, he thought, this had to take the cake. Never had she ever been so responsive and desperate for him. He began to move inside her, short shallow thrusts and within seconds he could already feel her tensing and trembling; this was some kind of record. “No one else has ever given you what you needed, have they?” he started again, obeying her request, “They could never make you feel what I can, not even if they tried.” “No,” she whimpered, “wouldn’t want them to.” “You come undone for me, only me.” “Yes.” “Let me feel it then.” At his command she felt that coil in her stomach release and the wave of endorphins wash through her. All she cared about was him. In that moment she’d do anything he asked of her. Years of desperation and frustration were washing away, relief settling deep within her bones. When his mouth finally pressed against hers, soft and sweet, she couldn’t deny that right here and now, she felt complete.

“That’s my girl,” he praised against her lips, the fog finally starting to clear. At his words of praise she whimpered, he knew every single one of her buttons and exactly when to push them. She needed more of him, all of him. Roughly, she grabbed his face in her hand and pulled him back to hers, kissing him hard, her tongue begging for entrance against his lips. “Made for you,” she affirmed, kissing his face as it scrunched in desperation. She knew how to use her chips just as well as he did his own. He hissed as her words sent a shockwave searing through him, his pace picking up and growing more and more erratic with every glide of her body against his. Their tongues battled for dominance now, his taking a slight upper hand as he finally slid one hand from behind her thigh to grip her hip. She was absolutely the most perfect thing this Earth had ever created. “I love you,” she cooed, her fingers falling to that magic spot behind his ear, “You’re all I’ll ever want, all I’ve ever wanted.” Suddenly, she felt her thighs trembling again, that familiar pressure building in her stomach. She hadn’t been expecting it and it’s sudden re-emergence caught her off guard. He could tell, and he pushed back his own impending release, trying to get her to her own first. “Don’t stop,” she begged, clawing at his back as she wrapped herself around him. “Not stopping,” he assured, hoping he could keep good on that promise. “Oh… god please…” “Not God. Met him a few times though.” If she hadn’t been so worked up she would have rolled her eyes and laughed, but right now her body was burning as it waited for release. She went completely limp in his embrace, giving him whatever range of motion he needed to relieve her of the weight bearing down on her core. “Gabriel…” she sighed, her voice hoarse. Hearing her moan his name like that was sinful, there was no way he could hold back much longer. His hand shot between them as he began pressing and circling over her in hopes she’d reach her own ecstasy before the dam broke loose. Within seconds of his fingers beginning their dance, she was screaming, the sound muffled by his shoulder as she buried her face into his body. As soon as he felt that familiar tightening he let his own guttural groan rip from his chest, pulling her impossibly closer to him. His hand tangled into her hair as he grunted against her head, his twitching, uncontrollable thrusts slowing as he finally relaxed. “Fuck…” she sighed, releasing the grip in his hair in favor of slow, scratching affections. “Yeah… I know,” he agreed, “you’re impressed. I get it. I’ll give you a second.” She laughed, “Have I told you how lame you are lately?” “Not lately, no.” Their eyes finally met again, both sparkling with mischief and love. She tilted her head in and kissed him, the urgency was gone, replaced with gratitude and devotion for the man in front of her. “You’re fucking lame,” she whispered, running her hands down his chest as they parted. “Yeah? Well my lame ass just blew your mind, again, and don’t try to deny it,” he bragged, diving in towards her throat to plant sloppy, open mouthed kisses across. Slowly, he shifted her down onto her feet, already missing her warmth and the security of her embrace. He spotted her shampoo on the shelf behind her and snatched it, lathering up his own hair before turning his attention to her. His fingers raked and scrubbed against her scalp, relaxing her into a deep sense of serenity and bliss. He turned her to face forward, his fingers working the base of her skull and neck now, rubbing her permanently tensed muscles with gentle fervor. Her head fell forward as she relaxed, letting him continue with no resistance. “You met him a few times? Really?” she teased as he pulled his hand away, leaning back against him. “Yeah.. not my best. Also not my worst. In my defense, I was pretty distracted…” he defended, leaning down and pecking his lips on hers. “No. Not your worst.” “So no one else, huh?” His question shocked her. He’d asked as his arms had come around her waist, hands flat against her stomach, which then dropped beneath his touch. She wasn’t sure she wanted to give him that answer. She knew it wasn’t unreasonable, no way he expected her to tell him that she’d decided to wait indefinitely for him, it still felt wrong to have ever been touched by anyone else as she stood there in his arms. “What?” she stammered, and he could feel her body tense. “Did you mean it, when you said no one else could do that to you?” he clarified, dragging the tip of his nose along her cheek. “Yes.” “Why?” “They didn’t care enough to try. I didn’t care enough to convince them. I just wanted you.” Guilt seeped into his chest as she turned to look at him. Her lips were settled in a happy little smile, but he didn’t share in the sentiment. He felt like she’d punished herself over the years, that even when he was gone he’d still held her back. Granted, he knew she hadn’t been the most sexually liberated woman when they’d met, he’d thought he’d changed that, but now it seemed that that side of her was reserved for him. Whether it was by choice or subconsciously he wasn’t completely sure, but from what she’d just said, it seemed more of a choice. “Guess I have a lot to make up for then,” he promised, tilting her head back into the spray to rinse the soap from her hair. They finished their shower in silence, passing kisses and lingering touches filling the quiet perfectly. When they emerged from the glass stall, every surface was covered in tiny droplets of condensation, the result of the too long shower, even their towels were slightly damp. They laughed as they discovered the consequences of their actions, Gabriel opting to help them along with a quick snap of his fingers. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, his hands were on her again. He couldn’t help it. An old T-shirt of his she’d kept throughout the years draped loosely around her shoulders, hanging down to the middle of her thighs, and the flood of memories that washed through him set his actions into autopilot. He remembered slow, lazy mornings and frantic, touch-starved nights. With every hour that passed back in her orbit he felt as if one apart washed away. They were settling back into exactly how things were before, better in fact, and he couldn’t stop chasing that high. All she ever wanted was standing in front of her, his fingers digging into her hips, hair hanging shaggily into his face. He looked happy, genuinely, unabashedly happy to be alive. His smile sparkled into his squinted eyes as he laughed with her, dimples pressed so far into his cheeks she thought they would never disappear again, and she hoped they wouldn’t. She was still a little drunk and the surge of serotonin he’d sent coursing through her lingered so it felt like she was floating through a dream. For a moment she considered maybe she was, this felt too good to be true, but the feeling of his lips and hands against her were far better than the justice her memories had given him. “Come here,” he beckoned as he laid back onto the bed, his arms open wide for her to crawl into. When she was near it was if her aura itself pushed the pain away, blocking behind a light and power only she could emit. There was no doubt or uncertainty, it was life just the way he wanted it. Finally. “Tired?” he whispered as his thumb ran up and down her arm. “Mhmm,” she mumbled in response. He felt her slowly drifting off to sleep. Her breathing deepened and her body went slack against him, leaving his mind to wander in her silence. He wasn’t concerned about his trip to Lucifer, from what Castiel had told him earlier he was really down on his luck, it would be easy to fool him. However, taking her into another dimension with a radioactive Michael was really putting a pit in his joy. The Michael he had known was a dick, but this one seemed worse. This one had been playing God for far too long and he had a pretty good idea of just how that would have warped his older brother’s already flawed mindset. He hated the humans enough as it were, ready to torch the world based on nothing more than a half-assed request from an absent father. There was no telling what he would do to a human that had, for lack of a better term, corrupted an archangel. That’s how he would see it, Gabriel knew. Then his mind wandered further down it’s path of familiar destruction and he considered that this could be the last night he spent like this, pinned down with her hair splayed across his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of her breathing may soon cease to exist. At the thought, he clutched her in a little tighter, feeling his lungs constrict as he pushed back his tears. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop her, and he wasn’t risking any form of coercion, but as he pressed his lips firmly into her hair he wished she’d consider it. “Hey…” she slurred, the tightening of his grip rousing her from the light sleep she’d fallen into, “what’s the matter?” “Nothin’ sweetheart, go back to sleep,” he lied, he could hear the pain in his voice and he knew she did too. Clumsily, she shifted, pressing her chest flat against his and reaching up to gently grab each curve of his jaw in her hands. When her lips pressed against his he felt his sob catch in his throat, he didn’t know if it was a cry of relief or fear, maybe both. She was pouring her soul into her movements, her lips pressing and dragging slowly and comforting, nothing motivating her beyond easing whatever anguish he was feeling. She continued until she felt him loosen and his reciprocated kiss eased into her own. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” she assured as she kissed the tip of his nose, “you’re home.” Deep down she knew he’d always be a little afraid, anyone would be, but it was her goal to push back as much as she could. She continued her revering touches, pressing her lips to the lids of his closed eyes, then up onto his brow before one final press to his forehead. He needed more still. His hand slid against her cheek and he redirected her back to his mouth, grabbing hers with more vigor and urgency than she had his. “I love you, you know,” he sighed, pressing his forehead into hers as his eyes pinched shut. “I know,” she replied with a smile, brushing her fingers down the side of his face, “You look tired, love.” “I am.” He was. That weariness he’d felt since he’d been pulled free had faded but was still very much present. Particularly in times like this, when it was quiet and peaceful, he felt it the most. While his body begged for a few hours of rest he didn’t want to miss one single second of what he was living, because now he knew it could be ripped away without a moment's notice. “Tell me what you need,” she requested, dipping her head to press her lips to his chest. Now seemed like a better time than any. “I don’t want you to go,” he confessed, “across that rift.” “Gabe…” “I need you. You asked me what I needed and that’s the answer. We don’t know what’s over there, or who’s over there… I’ve seen you knocking on death’s door once already, I can’t do it again. I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t do, but I will ask you to please… stay here. For me?” His words reverberated through her. Every instinct she had was telling her that staying behind was a bad idea. She needed to be with him, not stuck behind waiting for him… again. A piece of her wanted to be offended, it was like he had no faith in her abilities or skills. She’d proven to him time and time again she was no damsel-in-distress, but then she remembered being laid out, hanging on by athread less than two weeks before. He’d been there. He’d seen it. She knew that seeing her like that wouldn’t have been easy for him and being forced to walk away was probably even harder. Rowena would also be staying behind, surely there would be some work to be done behind the scenes as well. For me? For him… TAGS: @idabbleincrazy @analisespn @nodistressdamsel @morganas-pendragons

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 6 years

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Blue and Gold

Uh, HI EVERYONE! Hope you didn’t think this was going to be an early Trick or Treat...I was actually productive this week and managed to finished the next installment to “Going Overboard.” Please enjoy this sweet mid-day treat on me :)

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Blue and Gold - pt 12

[YN]

“Would you stop that?” you swatted Mai’s hand away as she jammed another pin into your hair.

“If I don’t put pins in it it’ll never stay. Besides your hair just sort of eats these things.” we made eye contact in the mirror, and she shot me a grin.

“My hair is so thick. I promise if it’s done right, it only needs about four pins for this sort of thing.” I bragged as I wiggled my eyebrows.

“I don’t believe that.” My mouth opened to respond but she shoved another pin in. “and don’t tell me you’ll show me because if you could have done this by yourself, you would have.”

Mai had you there. You gave up and let her continue to coil your hair into the intricate half up half down bun at the base of your scalp. It was a style she had always been too good at creating.

Once your hair was finished, you tried your hand at fixing Mai’s. Even though your hair was the same length, hers was thinner with a slight wave, it was pretty. Running a brush through you made quick work of the braiding that needed to be done then twisted the entire design up into a bun at the crown of her head pinning it with metal flower pins she had requested you use in her hair for the ball tonight.

Next was the makeup, it was evening and a relatively fancy occasion, but you didn’t necessarily want anything too dark. Sticking with a coral blush and highlighter combo to lightly dust your cheeks, and matching sheer pink eyeshadow to give your lids some color but mostly shimmer before perfecting the look with black winged cat eyeliner and two coats of mascara, but only on your top lid and lashes. The entire look was pulled together with a muted lipstick whose color was listed as ‘sangria’ though it wasn’t bright or rich enough to live up to the name it was still pretty.

“I love this dress. The color looks amazing on you.” Mai sighed as she zipped you into the dress you bought just for this cruise.

It was your favorite color combination, and part of you wondered if it’s because they had always reminded you a little of Masamune. The dress itself was amazing and had been quite the bargain price-wise. How could you let it go? It was a floor-length navy ball gown with a muted metallic gold eyelash lace overlay that went all the way up into a high neck halter style. The dress itself was sleeveless and had an elegant open back framed by the same lace that wrapped around the front. The top was fitted and had a darted bodice that synched at your natural waist and turned into a flowing sea of deep blue fabric.

You walked through a cloud of your favorite perfume then helped zip Mai into her turquoise body-con dress.

“Hideyoshi is going to explode when he see’s you in this.” you chuckled as you secured the clasp above the zipper.

“That’s the idea.” she giggled as she smoothed the material over her hips.

All that was left to do was wait. Sitting on the edge of the bed you slid your flats on as you talked about seemingly random, happy topics.

“So it’s official? You’re actually dating again?” she raised an eyebrow inquisitively at you before breaking into a smile.

“We are.” you exhaled and smiled one of your brightest smiles.

“Well, I’m happy for you. If Masamune breaks your heart again though, I’ll stomp on his.” she nearly growled the back half of her sentence.

“Fortunately I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that this time, but you never know, so I’ll remember that.” You winked at her playfully as there was a gentle knock on the door. “I see they let Hideyoshi knock.”

“Probably because the last time I was getting ready and Masamune knocked I had to completely re-do my make-up.” Mai made a face not even trying to hide her annoyance before she chuckled and stood. “Ready.”

“No.” you took another deep breath as you took your place next to her while she got the door. “But let’s do this anyway.”

[Masamune]

I did my best to keep my heart rate in check. Pulling the black suit jacket I had worn to Hideyoshi’s wedding on over my shoulders. I fastened the top button and made sure my tie was straight, clipping it in place with the golden accessory you had gotten me years ago. I straightened the sleeves and fixed the cuffs of the navy blue dress shirt I had donned.

There was a sharp knock on my door. Why? Wasn’t I supposed to pick you up? Did you have cold feet? What if you had to go take care of a cub?

Nervous I walked to the door looking out the peephole, to my surprise Hideyoshi stood in his suit looking at his watch. I undid the bolt lock and opened the door.

“Oh you’re actually ready,” he smirked. “Usually you're running a little behind.”

“I would say I’m offended, but it’s the truth. What are you doing here?” I felt my eyebrow go up as I asked what was on my mind as I looked around the hallway. “Where’s Mai?”

“The girls are getting ready together. Thought you might like to walk together since we’re going to the same place. You ready? Or do you need a minute?” he asked as he leaned against the doorframe.

“No, I’m ready. Just need to grab my key, and I’m good to go.” I turned and plucked the room key off the dresser and tucked it into the pocket of my jacket. “Ready.”

We walked down the hallway to (YN)’s room in silence. It was comfortable, but I could tell that something was on his mind. I had just told everyone this morning that we had gotten back together, and if I had realized anything, it’s that the general consensus was “finally.” Even Ieyasu got in a jab at how long it took.

“If you’re gonna say something, you might as well get it out before we get to the room.” I nonchalantly put it out there. I’d answer as many of his questions as I could.

“Where do you see this going?” he stopped dead in his tracks and looked me over. “I’m happy if you’re both happy, but I’m not going to let you hurt her again.”

I hadn’t necessarily thought about it. I knew I loved you, and I wanted to spend the rest of whatever I had left of this crazy life with you, but is that what you wanted? I had my answer, and I knew Hideyoshi would never let me pass if I didn’t respond; And I needed to see you.

“Unless I screw this up,” I looked him straight in the eyes knowing that this was as close to getting your families approval as it got. “I’d love to marry her.”

Silence. Then he smiled and clapped a hand down on my shoulder.

“Then you better not screw it up.” turning on his heel he started walking again.

“Is that a yes from mom?” I quickened my pace to catch up.

“Mom?” he scowled. “Well it was, but now you’re pushing it.”

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5 years away pt 4

A/N: Here is the non Christmas version. If you would like the Christmas version let me know ad I’ll post it! thank you all for being so patient! Let me know how I did and if you want more!

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Part One Part Two Part Three

It had now been two weeks after the night Sweet Pea claimed he had forgiven you. Your dad’s funeral had passed and so had Christmas. There had been no exchange between you and Sweet Pea since that night he claimed to have forgiven you. You had now figured out that he, in fact, hadn’t forgiven you. But you had many other things to worry about rather than to dwell on it. It had been your first Christmas without your dad.

Your mom had not been handling it well at all. She usually had all the decorations set up the day after thanksgiving but your trailer was bare. Not once thing Christmas decoration was in sight. It saddened you even more because it was your dad’s favorite holiday. He wouldn’t have wanted your mother this way.

But pushing that all aside, you decided that you were going to join in on the one serpent thing he loved to do. Heading to the Whyte Wyrm, you stopped to pick up Toni. You decided a couple days ago that there was just too much going on to worry her lying to you. “You know he is going to be there right?”

You nodded your head. “Of course I do. But I need to stop mourning my dad and start celebrating him. And plus they always lied spending Sunday nights at the Wyrm drinking, playing pool and watching football.” Silence filled the car after you spoke. Toni was afraid to upset you more, but actually you got caught up in your memories of Sweet Pea and your dad. Y/D/N had always liked Sweet Pea, but after bonding with him in this was, he grew to love the boy like his own son.

Pulling up to the Wyrm, nerves started to fill your stomach. Taking the keys out of the ignition, you took a deep sigh and leaned your head back on the head rest on your seat. Letting out a loud groan, Toni laughed and you both got out of the car. It was getting way to cold to be riding the motorcycle. You straightened out your jacket you made your way to the doors.

Walking in, you took a look around noticing that it was more of your generation of serpents. You smiled because you actually felt like home being surrounded by familiar faces. The first person to approach you though was FP with a fake smile placed on his lips. “Y/N! Let me buy you a drink.”

As you tried to reject his offer, he threw his arm over your shoulder pulling you over to the bar anyway. FP moved behind the bar motioning for you to take a seat. Rolling your eyes, you sat down and watched him make a rum and coke. “I know you are going to be here longer now, but I don’t think hanging around the Wyrm is the best move Y/N.”

He placed the drink and a shot in front of you. Downing the shot, you looked over to him. “I’m not here for him FP. I’m over having this conversation with you and Jughead. Leave it alone and let it go.” FP shook his head and hissed out, “It aint that easy kid. You might not be here for him but that doesn’t mean you aint a distraction for him.”

His eyes moved past you to who you were assuming was Sweet Pea, but you didn’t have the courage to look back at him too. FP and Jughead had been giving you the same speech every time you stepped in to the same room as Sweet Pea and it was beginning to piss you off beyond belief. “FP, I respect you and I love you like a uncle but you and your son are really pissing me off. I just barred my dad and you are more worried about how my presence effect Sweet Pea. I am not going to tell either one of you again. I am not here for him.”

“Who are you not here for?” You tensed as you heard his voice. FP’s eyebrows raised at you which caused you to roll yours and bring your drink up to your lips, downing this one too. Before FP could answer him, you spun around in your bar stool. Looking up and down Sweet Pea, you met his eyes and spoke a simple “You” before getting up to walk past him.

Reaching Toni, Fangs and Jughead, they all turned their heads like they weren’t creeping on the interaction that just happened. “Can we just ignore what happened?” The gang all nodded before returning to their teasing of Fangs for still not being able to win a game of pool in 5 years.

“Y/N, you know you didn’t have to come out tonight right? You could’ve stayed home with your mom.” Fangs said as everyone went back to what they were doing. You shook your head, “Are you kidding? This was my dad favorite thing to do every Sunday. He’d start haunting my ass if I didn’t come to at least once in his honor.”

You felt eyes burning on the side of your face as you spoke. Knowing damn well they were Pea’s, you din’t bother looking. You defiantly weren’t in the mood for anymore fake apologies. But unfortunately he spoke up making you look at him. “Actually Y/N I’m glad your here. The serpents are from now on going to call Sundays, the Y/L/N’s sundays where all rum and cokes are half off.

Listening to Sweet Pea’s words, you couldn’t help but start to cry. This would’ve meant so much do your dad and for Sweet Pea to be the leader to place the law, it only felt right. Not wanting anyone to see you cry, you turned around and stormed out. Leaning against the wall, you brought your hands to your face trying to wipe away the tears that kept on flowing.

Hearing the door open, you started to calm yourself down. You were sick of crying in front of people and receiving the pitiful looks. Your head was still hung low as the person leaned against the wall next to you. Opening your eyes, but still keeping them on the ground, you noticed Sweet Pea’s boots. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

You shook your head as you pulled your head up. “You just caught me off guard that’s all. I guess I just wasn’t expecting something nice out of you.” Looking up at him, his face dropped a little. Probably from the harsh careless tone you had given him for the second time today. You reached over and pulled the cigarette out of his hand before taking a hit of it. It had now became a stress habit for you.

“I thought we were good now that I forgave you?” He questioned like he was confused. You scoffed. He might have fooled you and gotten you off his back that night but you weren’t stupid. “You never were a good liar Pea.”

You flicked the ash off cigarette that was still lit and brought it uno your lips again. You didn’t have to look at him to know that his hand was in his hair pulling at it. “Listen, I don’t want to keep going back and forth with you. I get that I hurt you and I’m sorry that I let you down. But maybe I just did too much damage.”

Flicking the cigarette to the ground, you stomped it out. “I did mean what I said that night Y/N. I have forgiven you, but that doesn’t mean I’m still not so pissed at you for walking away from me. And even though it’s been so long I can still feel the pain.” Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the wall. Sweet Pea spoke up again, “What was that conversation with FP all about?”

You let out a rough sarcastic laugh. “Let’s just say they don’t like that I’m still in your presence let alone Riverdale.” Taking a look at him, his face hardened a little bit before it relaxed again. “Well when do you plan on going back to that fancy college of yours?”

“I’m actually finished college. I just have to graduate. I missed out of graduating because I had to come here. If I’m right, I got back right after the new year and there are holding a small ceremony for a handful who missed graduation.” Immediately, your mind went to how your dad wouldn’t be there. As the law degree was placed in your hand, finally, he wouldn’t be cheering you on in the stands.

“Do you plan on coming back here?” He asked curiously. But before you could answer, Fangs came outside. “The game is starting Boss.” You bursted in to laughter after hearing Fangs call him boss. Both boys rolled their eyes and you all made your way back inside.

“Hey Y/N. Want another drink and a round of wings?” Toni asked. You nodded your head yes as you grabbed the drink you had finishing it. Toni walked away and you walked over to were Fangs and Jughead and just began another game of pool. “Do you guys come here to watch football or to play pool?” You asked the two.

Jughead looked up at you with a face telling you that you already knew the answer as Fangs let out a loud sigh because he was already losing the new game. “I like football but I just wanna win one damn pool game Y/N.” You laughed at his foolishness. You took a step back in to your surroundings as you took everything in. Your dad would’ve loved this. Hell he would’ve been walking around here bragging about it. But even more, he would’ve loved seeing you in the Wyrm again.

Sweet Pea noticed you and walked over. “Are you okay?” He whispered to you. Only nodding in response because you couldn’t trust your voice, you wrapped an arm around his waist to side hug him. Surprisingly, her threw his arm around your shoulders. “He would’ve loved this.”

After Sweet Pea’s words, you pulled away from him and walked away meeting Toni at the table you were all sharing. Grabbing the new drink she had brought you, you began to chug it. “Wow slow down there Mrs. Jack Daniel’s. What’s got you all worked up?” Just having to send Toni a look in response to her question she got the hint.

“At least he isn’t still being cold with you. I mean things can only get better from here right?” You shrugged in response. Who knew with you and Pea. Apparently Fangs gave up on losing, because Jughead and him came over to were you and Toni were. “So we haven’t really gotten the chance to hear about what you’ve been up to in fancy New York Y/N.” Jughead stated.

“Not much to tell. I basically had my nose in a textbook 24/7. It was law school not a vacation.” You laughed as Jug threw his hadn’t up in defense. “You had to have some type of fun while you were there. No parties? No boys? No sightseeing?” Toni asked throwing in her questions.

“A few parties with my roommate. Only two boys but defiantly nothing to brag about.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of those two mistakes you made. “The sights were defiantly amazing though. I could see the whole city from the roof of my dorm. I use to spend most of my nights studying up there.” You smiled at the thought of being on that peaceful roof again.

“Oh and I had this nut of an English professor. I literally handed in the same essay for three things and got an A+ on all three times. She didn’t even realize that it was the same one.” All four of you laughed at the stupid professor. But when the laughter faded, things got serious. “So when are you leaving us?”

At this point, Sweet Pea had walked up to the four of you. You sighed. “I’m leaving in three days.” All of their head dropped and Pea’s face hardened. He made eye contact with you. “Are you gonna come back this time or take off for another 5 years?” He spat out.

“The plan is to come back. I’m moving back to Riverdale.”

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Tawny Gold

Request: Hi could I request a story where reader really likes the idea of having wings so Gabriel snaps up some angel wings for them and their wings start giving signals that gets Gabriel kinda flustered, fluff or smut I don't care as long as there's a lot of it. Also your guys blog is awesome! I'm obsessed with it keep up the good work! :)

Request: Hello, dears! I've been having a pretty crappy week packed full of exams, so here's my request: Gabriel x reader that's just pure fluff. Cuddling, tickles, wing kink, the whole nine yards. Please and thanks! :*

Request: Can we get Babe so cute Gabriel x Reader fluff?? Like the purest fluff possible. like cotton candy sweetness fluff

Warnings: wing!kink, lots of fluff, no smut

Word Count: 1540

Author: Gwen

Gender: Female

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Some action movie with cars played on the motel T.V. screen, but despite those being your favorite your eyes remained on the archangel sitting next to you on the ripped couch. His shoulders were relaxed as a smile made itself at home on his already charming face. He was leaning forward, elbows on knees, and it making you wonder if it was because of his wings or if he was just really interested in the movie.

Angel wings were something you had been curious about since you met an angel when you were ten. You hadn’t seen Gabriel’s wings before, but from time to time you would asked about them. In turn, he would always give you simple answers, not really diving too much into detail, despite your overflowing curiosity. Secretly, part of you wanted your own wings, which was why you asked to begin with. You dreamed of wings, perched on your back, the feeling of them moving in the wind, allowing you the gift of flight.

“Gonna stare all day?” Gabriel broke the silence and your state of mind as he turned his head towards you, smirking at catching your gaze. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring that long and you felt your face heat up at his words.

“Sorry. I was just thinking.” Your head ducked down.

“Thinking about little old me?” The archangel raised an eyebrow.

“About wings.”

“Ah. That again.” Gabriel paused the movie with a snap. “What question do you have for me now?”

“Well...I–I was wondering…” You rubbed your arms. “...could humans have wings?” Gabriel blinked at you. “I mean like–not angel...but like cosmetically. Have wings and fly.” You scooted away from him, blushing at your words.

“I doubt humans could handle it. Wings aren’t something that you can just throw on and save the world with. It took decades for most angels to control their wings. Also, it’s a lot of responsibility.” Gabriel spoke after a moment.

“Oh…”

“Yeah. Also gotta maintain them.” Gabriel glanced over his shoulder like he was inspecting his own. “Why? Want a pair for yourself?”

His blunt question surprised you. Nodding you stayed in your corner, disappointment filling your head. “Hmmm…” He rubbed his chin. Gabriel hated to see you so somber. “Maybe with an archangel teacher you could control them.” Your head turned at his words. “I mean...if anything I could make them easier to control. A pair with some training wheels attached to them.”

“Really?” You beamed.

“Yeah, now don’t get too excited.” Gabriel couldn’t help but smile at your hopeful expression. “Gonna have to learn how to control them. They are large.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“Alright.” Gabriel regarded your body size, trying to picture what wings would look best. Then after he finished thinking it over he snapped his fingers. You could feel his grace moving around your back, the warmth spreading and bursting out. The grace started to fill out and a new weight settled on your back. Two tawny gold wings appeared, their color slightly changing in the light. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed. “This is so...wow!” The excitement and surprise made your wings stretch out, knocking a lamp over. You were about to stand up, but Gabriel put a hand on your shoulder.

“Just practice stretching them first. No need to go rampaging around breaking things.”

“This is so cool!” You cheered, running your fingers through the long primary feathers at the bottom of your wing. “It’s so soft, but..strong.” Following Gabriel’s suggestion, you worked on stretching your wings. As you got used to the feeling you started to flap them a little. You could feel the air move around you, along with your new muscles working. “I’m surprised they’re not white.”

Gabriel shrugged, his cheeks turning pink slightly. “I uh...you didn’t say a color.” He scratched the back of his neck. “So..I picked one that’s familiar. Like mine.”

“Oh, now you have to show me yours.” You stood up and your wings folded behind your back on their own to help with the balance.

“Buy me dinner first or are you just that kind of girl.” Gabriel joked, standing up next to the couch.

“That’s not–I didn’t mean–” You stammered, mentally beating yourself up. Your feathers ruffled up at your emotions, pulling in tighter.

He chuckled. “I know, sweetheart.” Gabriel dusted off his shoulders, hesitating.

“You don’t have to, Gabriel.” You reassured him.

“No..it’s just...it’s been some time.” Closing his eyes, he let his anxiety go as he remembered your reaction to your own wings. Light poured out from his back as two large golden brown wings took up the room. The ones that you had were tiny compared to his magnificent powerful wings that seemed to glow. You mouth was agape as you took in the pristine feathers. Opening his eyes, Gabriel gave you a shy smile.

“So…” He ran his fingers through his hair as his wings folded slightly under your gaze.

“Well, now I’m definitely jealous.” You took a step forward, wanting to reach out. “My wings are not even half as amazing as yours are.”

“Nah. Yours are great.” Gabriel ducked his head. His wings expanded behind him, swinging forward like extending arms. Taking another step forward, the golden brown giants caged you in.

“They’re gorgeous. Incredible.” Without even thinking your wings expanded, the tips touching Gabriel’s. A spark snaked through your body at the moment of touch. “Wow. What was–”

“Angel stuff.” Gabriel answered, trying to reign in his wings. “The need to be apart of a flock.”

“A flock? What does that entail?” Your wings brushed against his again, sending that warm feeling through you. You noticed Gabriel shiver while silently cursing.

“Angels...we want to be close to one another. If we trust someone...we show our wings and…” He paused, biting his lower lip. “...do things together.”

“Things?” You blushed, feeling exposed as you fought to tuck your wings back in.

“Grooming. Cuddling. Flying. Play fighting.” Gabriel cleared his throat. “Been awhile. That’s why my wings are acting like this.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” You smiled. “So grooming?”

“Only if you want. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing some angel stuff.”

“It’s fine. Sounds like fun. So how does this grooming thing normally go?”

“Well, we take turns. Basically you make sure the feathers are all going the same way and remove any broken or loose ones.” Gabriel showed you by using one of his wings as an example.

“Sounds easy. Can I do you first?”

“Sure.” Gabriel nodded before sitting down on the floor.

The feathers shined up close, making you nervous to touch them. Gabriel spoke through some of it when you were dealing with the larger feathers. Once you got closer to his back, he became more silent and twitched at every touch.

“Are you okay?” You finally asked when he made a strange sound.

“I’m–I…it tickles a little. Been quite some time since anyone has touched ‘em.” Gabriel tried to keep his voice level, but was failing as he spoke.

“Tickles?” You arched an eyebrow.

“Just..a little.”

“So like this?” You ran your fingers through the softest feathers. His chest rumbled as he fought to contain his laughter. “Or like this?” Taking one long feather you ran two fingers on either side.

“Enough. Please!” Gabriel shook, trying to get away from your touch.

“Who knew.” You giggled, chasing after him. Rubbing his spine only got more laughs out of him.

“Stop! No fair!”

“Says the trickster!” Your hands gripped his wings as he fought to keep you away. The two of you ended up wrestling a little with Gabriel pinning you down onto the floor.

“Payback!” Gabriel yelled out before attacking your sides and wings with tickles. You cried out for him to stop, but that made him tickle you more.

“Gabriel! Truce! Truce!” You begged, tears clouding your vision as your lungs hurt from all the laughter.

“Only if you don’t tickle me.” He pulled back.

“Deal.” You exhaled.

Happy with the result, Gabriel rolled to your side. “Still glad you got those wings?” He played with a loose feather on your wing.

“Yeah.” You turned towards him. “Didn’t you say something about cuddling?”

Gabriel nodded at your words slowly. “Typically in a nest.”

“Would a couch work?” You eyed the forgotten furniture.

“I don’t see why not.” Gabriel helped you up. “Since mine are bigger I’ll wrap them around us.”

“No need to brag.” You joked, cuddling up next to him. One of your wings draped over the two of you while Gabriel’s curled around the two of you. You sighed at the warm and loving feeling. “Teach me to fly after we cuddle for a bit? Like flying, not that teleporting stuff.”

“We don’t teleport, but yes...I can do that.” Gabriel rested his chin on top of your head. “This is nice. I missed this.”

“Well, as long as you have me, I’d be happy to groom and cuddle with you. As long as I can keep my wings.” You closed your eyes, listening to his steady heartbeat. “Thank you, Gabriel.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N. Our newest angel.”

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cno-inbminor · 7 years

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A/N: This was very random, in a way. But it’s also based off a true experience, so this is very special to me, and I used Jeongguk. Good luck to everyone on midterms!! I love you all.

WARNINGS: Mentions of weed, kind of angsty but uplifting in a sense, and unedited. It’s 3AM.

Word Count: 3.9k

From: #1 Son (8:23 PM) “Noona I’m bored can we hang out”

To: #1 Son (8:24 PM) yeah sure

Since Jeongguk can remember, you’ve always been there.

From the dawn of middle school to the dusk of high school, you have always been somewhat of his sanctuary from home. To him, home was weird. Sure, he was relatively close to his older brother, but the distance didn’t hold true with his parents. Sooner than later, he realized that he never talked to his parents about feelings and mainly did just for guidance on things he wanted to learn about. They worked most of the time, got him a car as soon as he had his license, and for most days, he was on his own.

But before the memories started fading into snippets and flashes, he just knows that you have been the staple in his life.

It begins with your parents being acquainted with his, him sitting quietly to the side just a few feet from you who was watching the quiet television but eyes entirely glossed over and mind evidently disengaged from the drama that was happening. The silence had been sitting between you two for so long now, Jeongguk thinks that he would find it weird if conversation actually occurred at this point. Soon enough, he know longer needs to ponder on whether or not to break the silence because the chairs are scraping against the floor and the parents are giving their good wishes to each other.

Both of you turn your heads and you practically glide past him as you stand by your mother, his own bending down a little to let you know that if you needed any help in school, you could find Jeongguk. And when his mother directs her gaze to ask him if he would help, he finds himself finding your eyes that seem to be staring straight into his soul and nodding without a word. But it’s like you know, you know, that there’s something else going on with the small smile that is shot towards him and he can’t help but blink because his chest just feels funny.

You are magical of sorts, his eleven-year old mind believes. Screw science.

Because you’re a year older, you enter high school earlier than he does, and soon, it’s you telling his parents that if he needed anything, he could find you. Of course, by now, you two are friends to say the least. Not close enough to be good friends, but closer than just regular acquaintances. Even since the seventh grade when he ended up in one of your hagwon classes, you had taken him under your wing, jokingly telling your friends that he was your son. At first, he would just take it and look sheepish when inside he was bubbling in mirth, but now he just takes it and smiles meaningfully at you when you’re not looking.

“Teacher Byun is a dick sometimes in grading, but don’t worry, if you present a good argument, he’ll give points back. And if anyone is giving you trouble, let me know immediately, okay?”

Jeongguk had nodded, merely thinking that he would never really need your help for anything, much less guidance. By now, he knows that you think the same way, but your caring personality and endearing mother complex lets him know that you mean it, that if somehow he did really need you, you’d be there. At this time, you’ve taken many “daughters” and “sons” under your wing, but while he might have just been the tiniest bit jealous, he knows that he’s technically your favorite “son”.

“You’re my number one son, Jeongguk,” you chuckle and ruffle his hair, causing him to shy away and fix his hair before continuing to slurp on his convenience store ramen.

It’s not like he doesn’t have other friends in school. There’s a boy named Yugyeom and another boy named Jimin, but they’re much more social than he is. Sometimes, he wonders if they stick around because he has good grades in every subject, but he quickly learns that that’s definitely not the case and somehow ends up in PC room’s more and more often towards the end of middle school.

Much to his delight, he gets to go to the same school as you, trying to not show that he loved it when he saw you bounding down the hall, sweatpants underneath your skirt and sneakers squeaking across the tiles, just to wrap him in a tight hug on the first day of school, your name slipping from your lips in the most excited tone he’s heard you ever use.

The two of you end up on the math and science team, another thing to add to the list of places your two lives overlap in this space of time, and even though he still doesn’t speak to you ever often, you never let him forget that you’re there. It’s you that’s beaming the brightest when he takes first place at competitions, the one that stays by the bus exit until he gets off so you guys can walk home together, and even though much isn’t said, Jeongguk is so, so thankful for your companionship.

But then there’s Jihye.

Kim Jihye, one of the girls on the school dance team and known for her subtly captivating smile yet slightly awkward attitude, manages to grab him under her claws. It’s not that she’s evil, but Jeongguk melts into the cracks of her existence, somehow only managing to view her from below and never eye-to-eye. She doesn’t even show that she’s interested in her, but he’s ultimately whipped for her, and you would be blind to miss it.

You may not speak to Jeongguk as often as you do your other friends, but you are a keen observer. You notice the little things about people, the casual glances they send towards others, the way they stand in a crowd, the things they say around others, the validity of their smiles. As a friend of Jihye’s, it doesn’t take you long to realize that Jeongguk looks at her with a fondness that is dissimilar to the one he has with his friends. When Jeongguk is with friends and not really engaging in the conversation, he always has this soft admiring look in his eyes and you admire the purity that has shrouded his soul.

A few boys are smitten by Jihye, but you silently root for Jeongguk because the other boys seem to just be after her body. Somehow, he manages to always have that small smile of his around her, gently eager to help her with any homework problems she might have, and it’s not long before you hear that Jeongguk has managed to ask her to the school dance their junior year, and therefore your senior year.

“You like Jihye, don’t you?”

Jeongguk snaps his eyes towards her and away from the bus window that he had been peering out of. It’s a little late at night, both grasping an ice-cream cone they gave into on the way back from hagwon, and Jeongguk nearly drops his in surprise from the sudden conversation topic.

He’s ready to lie, ready to defend his heart, but when he sees the tiny, all-knowing-motherly smile on your face, he knows he can’t hide. You’re not Yugyeom, who nudges him whenever they walk past Jihye, or Jimin, who’s always pushing to ask Jihye out. You are you, his noona, pseudo-mother, and most of all, his longtime friend.

“You could tell?” He asks with a sheepish grin on his face and you can’t help but laugh because he looks like he’s been caught red-handed with the candy jar.

“Sweetie, you have a crush, not committed a crime. Of course I can tell. I’m mom, remember?”

“Yeah yeah, so that means you know I asked her to the dance?”

“Mhmm,” you hum as you take a lick of your vanilla ice-cream.

“She told me her dad wouldn’t let her go,” he mumbles, dejection laced in his tone and not long after feels your comforting hand rubbing his shoulder.

“I know this is going to sound cliche, but it’s better to have tried and fail than not to have tried at all.”

“Isn’t that quote usually used for success and school?”

“Yes, but who says it can’t apply to romance either?”

“You’ve been watching too much dramas, haven’t you?”

“Yah, only the really good ones, okay? But back to my point, I’m glad you stepped out of your comfort zone and did that. Even if you got a no, it’s an experience of sorts.”

But little did he know that while it was true Jihye’s dad wouldn’t let her go to the dance at all, she had told you that she probably would’ve said no anyways, and that...that is something you’ll be taking to the grave.

“Noona…”

Your eyebrows raise at the honorific, one that he hasn’t used in forever, if ever.

“Is this what rejection is like, when even the ice-cream tastes bitter?” Jeongguk asks quietly and looks at you with shining eyes, but the kind of shining that could only signify the welling of tears.

The sight itself tugs at your heart so painfully that you can’t help but wrap an arm around his shoulder and stroke his hair, mumbling comforting words as Jeongguk bites his lip and fights to finish his ice-cream and not shake in sobs on the bus.

Jeongguk sometimes wishes rankings weren’t so openly displayed in the school, that because the competition is so prevalent, it is necessary to know everyone’s place in their class, and therefore, in life. In his last year of school, he’s placed in the top 2% of the nation, at the top of his class, and essentially, placed on a pedestal by the most envious.

His parents are proud, but not the kind of proud to brag to others. If anything, he’s the most humble about it. If he had any say, he would request that rankings were kept private, that only people would know through inquiries, and that schools wouldn’t place such high importance in rankings. Jeongguk has seen friendships be quietly torn apart, lives cast aside and instead dedicated to black ink printed mechanically on ivory pages.

Hagwon is different without you--he rides the bus alone, eats ice-cream alone, slurps on convenience-store ramen alone, and wanders alone. There is no longer anyone struggling to wrap an arm around his shoulder and call him their son in the most proud-mom voice they can muster, one that exceeds his own mother’s proud tone. You are no longer waiting at the exit for him and sometimes running ahead of him, eager to take in the moment and a breath of fresh air.

Jeongguk remembers congratulating you at your graduation and then hugging you goodbye as you left for college hours away from home. Time leaps forward and soon he’s in his own graduation gown and cap, accepting his diploma and taking photos with his parents. Girls and classmates flicker toward him in hopes for pictures as well, and soon enough, he thinks his face might rip from all the smiles he’s tried to muster on his face.

But sure enough, the last smile of the afternoon is caused by a congratulatory and heartfelt text from you and suddenly, Jeongguk realizes that the loneliness all this time has been a mask for how much he’s missed you.

By some stroke of fate, he ends up attending a prestigious university an hour away from you, and soon enough, you’re driving back with him to school after the winter holidays.

“Let Gukkie know if you need anything!” His mother exclaims through your open passenger window and you laugh wholeheartedly.

“I’m older, I should be telling you that if he needs anything, he can come find me!”

“Let me know when you’re back at school!”

“Will do!”

The two of you are engaged in light conversation for the first half of the ride, letting Jeongguk realize that there is so much about you he doesn’t know. He almost feels bad because you know so much about him, but he doesn’t voice it. Somehow, the conversation has delved into deeper topics, and you reveal something he hadn’t expected at all.

“Wait...you had a crush on Namjoon?”

“He was...my first love, you could say. A lot of things happened between us, but all in all, I liked him for about seven years.”

“...how did you stop?” He asks, voice full of pure innocence and curiosity.

“We had a really big falling out during the last year of high school. Not the relationship kind, but the friendship kind. He refused to see that he was wrong, and I was done trying to tell him that he needed to get his head out of his ass for once. But towards the end of the school year, he tried talking to me again. I later saw he really matured during our first year of college, and eventually he apologized and we’re back to being best friends. You remember Jackson, right? I had a total crush on him and we dated a little before college.”

“I see...sometimes Jihye calls me and we’ll talk on the phone for about an hour. I can be logical, I know I can,” Jeongguk says frustratingly, one hand shaking off the wheel before gripping it again. “But one call and everything is just fucked up and I’m back to being this lovesick idiot.”

“Oh, Jeongguk…” You sigh and rub his shoulder while still watching out for the road.

“Do you think it’d be rude to cut her off without any warning? I just...I just feel like there’s no other choice.”

“I know you, Jeongguk, and I know you’re too nice to do that. Maybe you can start answering her calls less or finding excuses to cut the calls earlier but honey, if you truly feel there is no other choice...then cut her off. Do what’s good for you. You can be selfish in these situations.”

“I’ve never been able to talk about this so...thank you, noona.”

Even without glancing at him, you can feel the sincerity pour from his very soul, the kind of emotion that makes your heart ache deliciously yet stomach growing warm with love and mirth. A blind person could tell just by his tone and you soon realize that this must have been eating at him for a while now.

“I’ve always got your back, love,” you remind him softly. “Always.”

From: #1 Son (8:23 PM) “Noona I’m bored can we hang out”

To: #1 son (8:24 PM) yeah sure

“You must’ve been really bored to ask me to hang out this late on a Thursday night,” you chuckle as you slide into the passenger seat of Jeongguk’s car. The responding laugh that protrudes from Jeongguk’s lungs is lifeless and airy.

“Yeah, I just--I just had nothing to do.”

“And you drove out for an hour to meet me at 10PM?”

“It’s called being bored, noona.”

“Fair enough. To the park?”

“Yeah let’s go.”

Conversation is light and easy as it’s always been between you two, but you’re done with the pleasantries. With each passing highway light, you can see the subtle frustration that sits upon his complexion and hear the exhaustion in his voice. The seconds tick by, but your worry grows by the millisecond.

“Jeongguk...why did you really call me out? What’s on your mind?”

When he doesn’t respond, you think he hasn’t heard you. But really, it’s just him formulating a response in his brain that doesn’t make it sound like he’s going crazy.

“I’m tired.”

And he’s not done.

“I’m so tired, noona,” he lets out like there’s been a boulder sitting on his chest, peeking towards you for a split second before returning his attention to the road. There was a bit of shine there along with some desperation, for what, you can’t really tell. But the kid’s got it bad and you’re nearly jumping to get to the park as soon as possible.

At the park, there’s a stone fixture that the older kids are allowed to climb up. A small flat area is smoothed out on the peak, enough for the both of you to sit and take in the fresh air. Jeongguk goes first and helps you up with a hand tightly grasping onto yours, following as you plant yourself on the peak.

“Tell me everything, Jeongguk.”

And tell you he does. He spills about how he’s been eating weed brownies every couple of weeks, looking for some way to get dopamine in his system. He spills about how he’s burnt himself out and has no motivation to study, how he’s been called in by his advisor to see why he’s suddenly failing physics. But most importantly, he spills about the loneliness he feels, the gaping hole in his gut that seems to never be able to be filled.

“I probably have a couple of close friends on campus and it’s easy with them because they’re both single. Everybody else I know is going on dates and being with their boyfriend or girlfriend so there’s no chance to hang out. I got set up on a blind date, and maybe she was too nice to say no, and I was too lonely to say no as well, but then I realized it wasn’t worth trying to continue something that didn’t even begin. You know what the worst thing is? A large part of me is okay with being lonely for forever. It’ll suck, but I’m at peace with the fact it might happen.”

“Sometimes, I find loneliness to be a blessing in disguise. Even though we both have a bad habit of overthinking things when we’re not busy and therefore overload ourselves with work, it forces us to face our problems. It forces us to look into ourselves and figure something out--a bit of a self-discovery adventure really. But you’re just starting out. You’ll have someone to keep you company, too, and then your friends will be complaining about how you go out all the time with your girlfriend.”

“I guess so...right now, my mind is blank. And it feels really nice just taking in the moment.”

“Do you wanna stay over tonight?”

Jeongguk nearly chokes on his spit, coughing a few times before looking back into your wide innocent eyes.

“Do I wanna what?”

“Stay for the night. You’re really tired and I don’t trust you driving back so late,” you frown as you tap your phone awake to catch the time.

“W-where would I sleep?”

“My bed,” you reply nonchalantly. “It’s big enough for two people. We’ll watch the new season of Sherlock, too.”

“...okay.”

Jeongguk refuses your offer of extra clothes, turning around to face the wall when you tell him to so you can change into something more comfortable. It’s bordering 1AM now and the two of you have three episodes of Sherlock to get through.

Not used to the contact, Jeongguk stiffens when you lay your head against shoulder. You’ve already watched the season twice through, and your own sleepiness pricks at your eyelids, begging your body to give in and sleep. Throughout the next couple of hours, you find yourself opening your eyes to a whole different scene multiple times, groggily re-adjusting yourself but still comfortable with Jeongguk’s body next to you.

With fragmented power naps, you pull through the entirety of the last episode, eyes occasionally flipping between your laptop screen and Jeongguk’s face. Even though he’s tired, he’s completely immersed in the events flashing through the frames and you smile to yourself, hoping that this would help Jeongguk cope for the meantime before going home. The last episode finishes and just like every episode of Sherlock, it leaves him mindblown and struggling to wrap his mind around all the events that happened in the past four and a half hours.

Just on the brink of 5AM, the both of you slide under your comforter facing the ceiling. You’re used to sleeping on your side, the side that ultimately ends up facing Jeongguk, and because you’re begging for some kip, you turn on your side and keep your eyes closed. Jeongguk must have been too exhausted to take hold of the situation he’s in, falling asleep in four minutes flat, light snores sounding from his side of the bed.

But nonetheless, it adds to your drowsiness, and you slip into dreamland with him.

When Jeongguk wakes up, it takes him a while to realize that your face is rather close to his, a little too close than what he’s used to. His eyes then snap open at the realization and his body is ready to bolt up, but the peaceful look on your face stops him.

Jeongguk has always thought you were pretty. He thought a lot of girls were pretty, but knowing your personality and generosity, those made you even more beautiful in his eyes. You always smelled clean to him, your light perfume and scent tangling together in the most pleasing way possible. Your breathing is steady and slow, your lips slightly parted, hair strands fanned out underneath your head. For minutes, he watches your hands furl and unfurl, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks like wings on a butterfly.

There is a blooming affection growing in his heart, and perhaps you did too good of a job at curbing his solitariness for the time being because he doesn’t want to leave. He wants to stay in this bed with you, underneath the green and gold patterned comforter with the sheet folded over the edge, watching you reside longer and longer in the world of dreams.

All that goes to waste when your eyes flutter open and he sits up as fast as possible, making it look like he had just woken up as well. You’re surprised to see that only five hours had passed, neither of you having classes until later in the afternoon. Jeongguk clumsily makes his way out as you struggle to wake up, but you force yourself to sit up and watch Jeongguk navigate himself to find his things.

“I’m going to head back now,” he says while awkwardly gesturing towards your door. You tiredly nod before hopping down and wrapping him in a big hug.

“You’re not alone, Jeongguk. I know what it’s like to be lonely, and if there is absolutely no one else you can go to, you can always come to me. You’re important and I’m always willing to help you, okay?” You say quietly, relaxing when Jeongguk’s arms reach up to wrap around you.

“Thank you, noona,” he murmurs into your neck and you stroke the back of his hair.

Soon, you’re waving at Jeongguk as he steps out of your room, receiving a sheepish wave back with a promise to text you once he’s back on his campus. He departs feeling slightly renewed and a little less empty.

From: Gukkie (5:02 PM) Let’s go to that ramen place. Pick you up at 7?

To: Gukkie (5:10 PM) Yes. Can’t wait!

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July 29, 2016 WATCH: Convention Coverage, Jill Stein, Arts Coverage & Olympics

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I notice you made a sort of sly reference regarding Jill Stein's "exotic" views on vaccines. This is not the first time someone in mass media has made reference to this, and while I usually scoff at vaccine-skeptics like Jim Carey and Jenny McCarthy, I think the views of an Harvard-educated physician are not as easily dismissed, and I may have to investigate this further, so thanks for piquing my curiosity.

However, there is nothing exotic about her claims regarding neoliberalism fanning the flames of right-wing extremism.

I spent half my life, in what you probably view as fly-over America, and have seen first hand, the economic effects of neoliberalism, and the way they resonate in social and political culture.

There are children in old mill towns, and factory towns in this country, who walk to school in the snow, wearing sneakers that are more duct tape than shoe, without breakfast, and Clinton 'Democrats' expect their parents to be satisfied with gay wedding-cake frosting for two yuppies in Denver, as a sign of progress.

Let them eat cake?

While I won't be voting for him, at least Trump expresses concern for their despair, while it's the Clintons who are widely, and wisely, seen as the culprits behind their misfortune.

So, one can smugly write off Trumps campaign as what happens when rubes who take Rush Limbaugh seriously, get their own cable network, but there's a reason they were listening to Rush in the first place, and 'liberals' ignore these realities at their peril.

We've seen armed stand-offs between citizens of various affiliations (mostly on the right), and law enforcement and government agency staff, and not just in Nevada and Oregon, though these are the most widely publicized conflicts.

When people are hungry; when they despair, bad ideas become reasonable in their minds, and it's not always easy to predict where things are headed when violence becomes a part of the equation. To the left, like the first Iranians revolution? Or to the right, like the second revolution, after we reinstalled the same brutal monarch?

Again, there's nothing exotic about suggesting the Clinton's role in all of this widespread discontent.

The serious journalism done on this subject could fill the library at Alexandria, but here are some of my favorites:

July 1995 The Crimes of Mena

http://www.whatreallyhappened.com/RANCHO/POLITICS/MENA/crimes_of_mena.html

AUG. 23, 1996 CLINTON SIGNS BILL CUTTING WELFARE; STATES IN NEW ROLE

http://www.nytimes.com/1996/08/23/us/clinton-signs-bill-cutting-welfare-states-in-new-role.html

15 June 2010 China's Entry Into The WTO Is Not What President Clinton Promised

http://www.manufacturingnews.com/news/10/0615/WTO.html

Bill Clinton advocated for admitting China into the WTO. And Hillary Clinton was the main cheerleader...

Dec 11, 2010 WHAT AN ACTUAL DEMOCRAT SOUNDS LIKE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjSTQwamo8M

May 4, 2012 Catastroika (English Subtitles)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCGSiqow9k4

Jun 29, 2012 WHAT AN ACTUAL DEMOCRAT SOUNDS LIKE II

https://www.c-span.org/video/?153610-1/great-society-speech

COMPLETE AUDIO: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4Qc1VM80aQ

Aug. 27, 2012 Repeal of Glass-Steagall Caused the Financial Crisis

https://www.usnews.com/opinion/blogs/economic-intelligence/2012/08/27/repeal-of-glass-steagall-caused-the-financial-crisis

March 20, 2015 Role of Hillary Clinton’s brother in Haiti gold mine raises eyebrows

https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/role-of-hillary-clintons-brother-in-haiti-gold-mine-raises-eyebrows/2015/03/20/c8b6e3bc-cc05-11e4-a2a7-9517a3a70506_story.html

April 24, 2015 Another world is possible — 10 reasons why socialism is the only way forward

https://www.greenleft.org.au/content/another-world-possible-%C3%A2%C2%80%C2%94-10-reasons-why-socialism-only-way-forward

05/26/15 Clinton Foundation Donors Got Weapons Deals From Hillary Clinton's State Department

http://www.ibtimes.com/clinton-foundation-donors-got-weapons-deals-hillary-clintons-state-department-1934187

July 23, 2015 Hillary Clinton needs to address the racist undertones of her 2008 campaign

http://theweek.com/articles/567774/hillary-clinton-needs-address-racist-undertones-2008-campaign

08/19/2015 Hillary Clinton Defends Call To Deport Child Migrants

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/hillary-clinton-child-migrants_us_55d4a5c5e4b055a6dab24c2f

Feb 01 2016 The War on Bernie Sanders

https://www.jacobinmag.com/2016/02/bernie-sanders-democratic-party-primary-president-iowa-caucus-new-hampshire-primary/

February 9, 2016 Elizabeth Warren’s critique of Hillary Clinton’s 2001 bankruptcy vote

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/fact-checker/wp/2016/02/09/elizabeth-warrens-critique-of-hillary-clintons-2001-bankruptcy-vote/

February 10, 2016 Why Hillary Clinton Doesn’t Deserve the Black Vote

http://www.thenation.com/article/hillary-clinton-does-not-deserve-black-peoples-votes/

Feb 15, 2016 The Pragmatic Case for Bernie Sanders

https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2016/02/the-pragmatic-case-for-bernie-sanders/462720/

February 17 2016 Lobbyist Superdelegates Tip Nomination Toward Hillary Clinton

https://theintercept.com/2016/02/17/voters-be-damned/

Mar 3, 2016 Official DNC Survey Doesn't Think Black Lives or Campaign Finance Reform Matter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=4&v=qJxQ0_CVB_Y

March 11, 2016 Hillary Clinton Suggested Breaking Up the Big Banks Won’t End Racism and Sexism. Is She Right?

http://inthesetimes.com/article/18962/break-up-banks-end-racism-and-sexism

March 12, 2016 How Democrats abandoned the working class and spurred rise of Donald Trump

http://nypost.com/2016/03/12/how-democrats-abandoned-the-working-class-and-spurred-rise-to-donald-trump/

March 14, 2016 Bill Clinton’s odious presidency: Thomas Frank on the real history of the ’90s

http://www.salon.com/2016/03/14/bill_clintons_odious_presidency_thomas_frank_on_the_real_history_of_the_90s?

March 30, 2016 10 ways the Democratic primary has been rigged from the start

http://www.salon.com/2016/03/30/10_ways_the_democratic_primary_has_been_rigged_from_the_start_partner/

April 2, 2016 What’s the matter with Dem? Thomas Frank talks Bill Clinton, Barack Obama and everything in between

http://www.salon.com/2016/04/02/whats_the_matter_with_dem_thomas_frank_talks_bill_clinton_barack_obama_and_everything_in_between_partner/

April 3rd, 2016 Hillary Clinton spins on ‘Meet the Press,’ says she put out all her emails

https://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/statements/2016/apr/03/hillary-clinton/hillary-clinton-i-have-now-put-out-all-my-emails/

April 06, 2016 How Hundreds of Superdelegates were "bought" by the Clinton Campaign.

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2016/4/6/1511462/-CORRUPTION-How-Hundreds-of-Superdelegates-were-Literally-bought-by-the-Clinton-Campaign

April 14 2016 To Protect Hillary Clinton, Democrats Wage War on Their Own Core Citizens United Argument

https://theintercept.com/2016/04/14/to-protect-clinton-democrats-wage-war-on-their-own-core-citizens-united-argument/

15 Apr 2016 Neoliberalism – the ideology at the root of all our problems

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/apr/15/neoliberalism-ideology-problem-george-monbiot

Apr 21, 2016 Board of Elections will boot official after her error purged over 100,000 Brooklyn voters from the rolls, wreaking havoc at polls

http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/election-official-ousted-error-purged-brooklyn-voters-article-1.2610369

Apr. 22, 2016 The Story of the Great Brooklyn Voter Purge Keeps Getting Weirder

http://www.motherjones.com/politics/2016/04/new-york-primary-voter-purge

Apr 22, 2016 Clinton Triangulation Strategy

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QnVp5Krk14

May 2, 2016 Clinton's WTO Harmed Black Workers, And TPP Will, Too

http://www.democraticunderground.com/12511882019

May 06 2016 BIG BANKS, AND THEIR BIG LOVE FOR CLINTON DEMOCRATS

The First Time Banks Faced a Clinton Presidency

http://www.americanbanker.com/bankthink/flashback-the-first-time-banks-faced-a-clinton-presidency-1080876-1.html

May 6, 2016 Most People Are Voting Against Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton, Not for Them

http://time.com/4321059/hillary-clinton-donald-trump-poll/

13 May 2016 Bill Clinton jumped aboard disgraced sex offender Jeffrey Epstein's 'Lolita Express' plane for junkets 26 TIMES in just three years

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3589628/Report-Bill-Clinton-jumped-aboard-disgraced-sex-offender-Jeffrey-Epstein-s-Lolita-Express-plane-junkets-26-TIMES-just-three-years.html

May 15, 2016 WHAT A DEMOCRATIC STATE CONVENTION LOOKS LIKE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVa4G32M7Bc

May 16, 2016 Clinton Does Best Where Voting Machines Flunk Hacking Tests: Hillary Clinton vs. Bernie Sanders Election Fraud Allegations

https://www.counterpunch.org/2016/05/16/clinton-does-best-where-voting-machines-flunk-hacking-tests-hillary-clinton-vs-bernie-sanders-election-fraud-allegations/

May 17, 2016 Bubba's Toxic Economic Legacy: When Hillary Brags About the First Clinton Presidency Legacy, She Doesn't Want You to Remember This

https://www.alternet.org/election-2016/bubbas-toxic-economic-legacy-when-hillary-brags-about-first-clinton-presidency-legacy

May 30, 2016 How to Explain the Sanders Campaign to an Idiot, Paul Krugman or a Clintonite in 8 Sentences

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/seth-abramson/how-to-explain-the-sanders_b_10206250.html

MAY 30, 2016 Clinton's deceptions are worse than Trump's

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/oped/bs-ed-goldberg-clinton-email-20160528-story.html

May 31, 2016 Bernie Sanders Slams The New York Times for Ignoring 'Real Issues'

https://www.truthdig.com/videos/bernie-sanders-slams-the-new-york-times-for-ignoring-real-issues/

May 31, 2016 Why Bernie Sanders Is Still Standing

https://www.truthdig.com/articles/why-bernie-sanders-is-still-standing/

June 29, 2016 The Psychology of Why Hillary Clinton Supporters are Still So Angry at Bernie Sanders

https://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2016/06/the-psychology-of-why-hillary-clinton-supporters-a.html

Jul 2, 2016 Donald Trump’s Appeal to Rust Belt Workers

http://www.nytimes.com/2016/07/03/opinion/sunday/donald-trumps-appeal-to-rust-belt-workers.html

Jul 3, 2016 Sanders Activist Says Progressives Should Walk Out of DNC

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrzmqsVqNMU

July 06, 2016 WHEN SATIRE BECOMES PROPHECY

Democrats Search For Pansexual Candidates To Intensify Illusion Of Progress

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/democrats-search-for-pans_b_10589802

07/08/2016 Hillary Clinton Is Living Proof That Crime Pays in Spectacular Ways

https://www.huffingtonpost.com/riley-waggaman/hillary-clinton-is-living_b_10862558.html

July 12, 2016 Should the Democratic Party Be Added to the Endangered-Species List?

https://www.thenation.com/article/should-the-democratic-party-be-added-to-the-endangered-species-list/

July 19th, 2016 Clinton skirted State Department rules about records management, security and transparency.

http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/article/2016/jul/19/politifact-sheet-hillary-clintons-email-controvers/

07/22/16 Wikileaks Proves Primary Was Rigged: DNC Undermined Democracy

http://observer.com/2016/07/wikileaks-proves-primary-was-rigged-dnc-undermined-democracy/

Jul 27, 2016 DNC Hiring 'Actors' via Craigslist to Replace Delegates Empty Seats

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RKPj5ZFmEw4

Jul 28, 2016 DNC seat fillers confirmed. Woman gets a guy to admit that he is a paid seat filler.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsyPzHIgpn0

Jul 28, 2016 DNC in Philly | California Sanders Delegates Blocked from DNC by Paid Seat Fillers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_i4Z7Wcd6Nw

28 Jul 2016 Hillary Clinton needs to wake up. Trump is stealing the voters she takes for granted

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/jul/28/hillary-clinton-donald-trump-voters-republicans-democrats

Jul 28, 2016 DNC Rigged; Bernie Delegates Silenced by Pro Hillary Seat Fillers Who Are Paid $50 Per Day (VIDEO)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACnLYZ9jKJI

Jul 28, 2016 HILLARY CLINTON AND DNC HIRED SEAT FILLERS ... CRAIGSLIST AD INCLUDED!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnbBlm2pJhU

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