#i should sleep bc i gotta get up and burn my brain out being a scribe tomorrow morning. at least i get to hang out with someone cool
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coho!rafe takes care of his sick girlfriend
some coho!rafe for you kind humans.
sometimes you gotta write some sappy, self indulgent shit.
aka this is what i need when i’m sick bc i am the most pathetic person ever when sick.
enjoy xoxo
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You knew it when you woke up.
Seven hours earlier, when you were collapsing into bed after a full day of class and work, you had felt fine. Tired, maybe, but overall, you were good, lucid enough to wash your face and brush your teeth before spooning your boyfriend, already dead to the world.
Now, you were awake in an empty bed, head too heavy to move, wondering how the fuck you were going to get through three classes and a four-hour work shift without passing out.
You swallowed – and then immediately groaned, your dry, sore throat lighting up with a quick flash of pain.
Yeah. There was no way today was going to be anything less than horrible.
You willed yourself to a seated position, head spinning at the sudden pressure change. Your hands flew to your head, audibly moaning as you felt your brain throb, your eyebrows knit together in result of the pain.
The doorhandle rattled. You kept your head pressed into your hands, not ready to deal with whatever was on the other side.
“Baby?” Rafe’s voice entered the room first, the sound of the door hitting the wall exploding in your ears. “You’ve got class in 30.”
You groaned. “I know, I’m coming, just give me a second.”
Eyes still shut, you jumped when you felt the mattress sink next to you, shivered when Rafe’s hand pressed firmly against your forehead.
“Nope.”
Your eyes flew open. “What do you mean, nope?” You moved to swing your legs off the bed. “I’m fine, just tired.”
Rafe stood, planting his hands on your shoulders, keeping your weak body seated on the bed. “I meant no, you’re not going anywhere today. You’re burning up.”
You rolled your eyes. “Rafe, that’s really not an option. I’ve got three classes today, one of which is on literature theory, and I really can’t miss it, so if you could please move, that would be great.”
You gave a feeble attempt at moving his hand. He didn’t budge.
You tried again. “Rafe, I’ve got work tonight, and you know how hard it is to find last minute coverage for basketball games so it’s fine, I’ll push through it today and use tomorrow to rest.”
Rafe ignored you, reaching for your laptop instead. “I’ll email your professors and boss. Just go back to sleep.”
You squawked, reaching for your laptop. “Rafe!”
He glared at you. “Don’t fight with me. You’re sick, you’re staying home.” He rolled his eyes at your tired pout. “Now, I’m going to email whoever you’re indebted to or whatever, and then I’m gonna run to the grocery store. You’re gonna sleep. Got it?”
You sunk back into the bed, sheets pulled up over your chest. “Got it.” You offered, voice meek.
Rafe turned to leave, laptop in hand, when you squeaked out, “Rafe?”
He paused. “Yeah, baby?”
“Can you bring me some water?”
He offered you a smile. “Sure. Now go to sleep.”
When he returned, water in hand, you were passed out, completely burrowed in the duvet, lights still on.
He set the glass on a coaster, dropped a quick kiss to your warm forehead, and flicked the light off.
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Hours later, you woke up with a start, mouth dry, eyes bleary. Somehow, you felt even worse than before. Your throat was screaming for water, your entire body was aching, and the pressure behind your eyes had become even worse. Confused and upset, you felt tears welling up in your eyes, frustrated that your nap hadn’t solved all your problems.
Rafe came in as you were wiggling to a seated position, hands reaching out for the water on your nightstand.
“Afternoon.” He smiled. “How you feeling?”
You just looked at him, eyes wet and cheeks red.
His face fell, moving to sit by your side. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
Planting your face in his neck, you sobbed, delusional from the fever and still so fucking tired, despite your five hour nap. You curled yourself into his side and let him rub your hot back, not caring that his hands felt like ice, sniffling and choking into his shirt sleeve.
Rafe tugged you into his lap when you started to calm down, your breathing less ragged and your sobs less violent. “Did something happen?”
You shook your head, not removing it from his neck. “Just hate feeling like this.”
Rafe nodded, hand moving to cup the back of your head as you continued sniffling. He knew how much you hated being sick and the setbacks it brought with it. He knew you hated the idea of being behind in classes, or letting your boss down, or simply feeling useless – which is why you pushed yourself to the point of near incapacitation, your body completely shutting down after months of constant work.
“I know.” He offered, voice low. “You gotta take care of yourself though, you know? Happens to everyone.”
You just choked on a sob.
Rafe maneuvered you around, seating you so your back was pressed against his chest. “Look,” He gestured towards the dresser. “Brought you some stuff. Doctor said you can take Advil to help with the fever and throat pain. Also said you were probably dehydrated, so you should drink some stuff with electrolytes.” He glanced down at you, registering your glazed gaze. “You should drink some of that now, actually. I don’t think you’ve had anything in your body since dinner.”
You shrugged, visibly exhausted. “You called my doctor?”
Rafe blushed. “I called your mom, who called your doctor. She just relayed the information back to me – and told me to tell you to call her when you’re feeling up to it.”
You nodded. “Okay. Maybe later. I’m tired.”
“I know you are.”
Rafe moved from behind you, helping you lean back onto your propped-up pillows. Grabbing the Advil and the Gatorade, he cracked both bottles, tapping the pills out into his hand before handing you the bottle.
“You can take three more in four hours.” He reminded, pushing your sweaty hair out of your face as you took the medicine. “Should help with the fever.”
You grimaced, pills feeling like bowling balls as they moved down your throat. “Thanks.” You rasped out.
He smiled, face soft as he looked down at you. “Of course, baby. Need anything else?”
You shook your head, nestling back into the bed, eyes fluttering from exhaustion. “No. Gon’ sleep.”
You were barely hanging onto consciousness when he pulled your duvet cover up to your chin, the pad of his thumb running over the heated, soft skin under your eye.
He leaned down to press a kiss into your hair, murmuring,
“I’ll be here when you wake up.”
#coho!rafe#rafe cameron#rafe#obx#outer banks#drew starkey#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron fic#outer banks fic
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damie vibecca exes au part 8
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obsetress: now i just want fanart of damvibecca at the gym
em: well. pitch it to me comrade ghostfucker
obsetress: idk that's about as far as i got i just reread that bit about vibecca in their matching gym outfits and my brain got stuck
em: hypothetically do u have a colour palette in mind bc i associate gym outfits w like. bright loud colours and
em: idk if it works w our earth sign queens
[em note: emily is a liar and did NOT draw fanart of damvibecca at the gym]
[em note 2: we have the gym art now [x] [x]]
obsetress: i was imagining like charcoals tbh, or jewel tones
obsetress: i could see them in like jewel tone purples or that jewel tone blue green color
obsetress: yeah viola jewel tones or blacks n charcoals
obsetress: becs pastels and camels but jewel tones at the gym
em: it’s about Matching
em: And Destroying Ur Ex (platonically)
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: viola's feeling particularly smug about it but then
obsetress: dani's in an old school tshirt and shorts and jamie's in............ one of dani's old school tshirts and shorts
em: YES
obsetress: not intentionally, she just grabbed whatever was there
obsetress: dani chirps "oh you two look so cute! baby look, they have a matched set"
obsetress: viola arches an eyebrow "and so do you, it seems" and dani laughs "not on purpose, jamie just grabbed whatever was on top in the drawer"
viola: you two... share... a wardrobe?
dani: yeah?
em: god cute
obsetress: cute n dumb
em: they can share nearly everything except pants
em: well. pants as a treat
em: haha pants
em: trousers
obsetress: also rly nice rly clean smooth funny juxtaposition in my brain of vibecca being the ones who intentionally match and damie the ones for whom it just accidentally happens
obsetress: hahahah pants
obsetress: they can share pants but................ should they
em: idk miss chapter 12 danis thighs jamies pyjamas
em: should they
obsetress: PLEASE
obsetress: that's exactly what i was referring to THANKS
obsetress: anyway
obsetress: rebecca just laughs
obsetress: viola huffs and bex is like "sorry, babe, but it is kind of funny"
em: dani jamie wearing like
obsetress: YEAH
obsetress: MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY
em: poor viola
obsetress: thinking about dani's ass in those
em: yeah....
em: violas huffing until jamies exercise flush lasts a little Too Long
obsetress: big blush jamie taylor
em: she’s still like ‘oi dani close ur mouth’ but then she
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: just ogling each other
obsetress: (they briefly pause to ogle vi and rebecca passing a medicine ball back and forth as they do squats and have to acknowledge that, yeah, they've all done alright by themselves)
em: funny montage of the gang doing exercise while surreptitiously taking Peaks
obsetress: omg all i want
obsetress:sometimes having friends as a lesbian means they're all your exes except one, who's your gf, and you're all checking each other out always anyway
em
And That’s Beautiful
obsetress
obsetress: dani: checking out viola's biceps, rebecca's abs
viola: checking out dani's thighs n ass
rebecca: minding her business
jamie: scowling n scrawny
obsetress:(n also checking out dani's thighs n ass, viola's biceps, and begrudgingly peeking at rebecca's abs)
obsetress: every other woman at the gym: checking out jamie, trying to figure out the entire dynamic here
are they a polycule? what
em: jamie probably like
em: maybe she gets really into running bc she just checks out and listens to her audiobooks but like
em: slow twitch vs fast twitch fibers so stays scrawny
obsetress: i can see that
obsetress: just gets on the treadmill and zones tf out
em: jamie ‘why don’t i have biceps’ taylor vs jamie ‘no u gotta lift w ur hips’ taylor
obsetress: she hates it but her psych told her it'll be good for her routine so you know she was like yes ma'am every day ma'am
em: cant believe safe lifting procedures screwed her over
em: ‘yes ma’am every day ma’am’ ur just Going for it arent ya anshdjdh
obsetress: sorry but don't tell me you can't hear it
obsetress: jamie's the person who takes notes in therapy
obsetress: jamie, in the locker room after their workout: do my biceps look bigger?
dani, patiently, already knowing where this is going: bigger than what, baby?
jamie: than yesterday
dani: mm, rome wasn't built in a day, you know
jamie: do they look bigger at all?
dani: well
em: i mean not to perceive her too much but mattresses scene indicates AE/jamie like. at least some muscle in the leg area
em: poor jamie
em: not playing to her strengths
obsetress: yeah she does
obsetress: i mean ae has toned af arms
obsetress: she's just wiry
em: how could i forget the benchpressing dog gif
obsetress: dani's like "jamie, baby, come do squats with me and vi" "m'good" "baby, c'mon, you'll like it" "don't wanna do squats" "it could be good for you" "don't wanna do squats with you two"
em: dani: you gotta like. eat more
jamie: i eat plenty
dani: no u graze all day and then u don’t eat dinner
obsetress: dani: five biscuits spread out across a day doesn't count as eating more
em: dani: protein jamie it’s abt protein
obsetress: dani: you need more protein, which is why i think some lentils would really––
em: jamie thinks protein shakes are Nasty
obsetress: jamie does think protein shakes are nasty but dani will make her a smoothie and sneak it in like she's a child
obsetress: viola and rebecca, with their matching monogrammed blender bottles, just staring
obsetress: becca's like "jamie, just drink it, really, it's fine"
obsetress: viola just does this haughty sniff at her and that's what finally gets jamie to start
em: jamie can deal w being a brat but the idea of viola having Anything over her drives her Insane
em: Drives Her Fuckign Nuts
obsetress: she hates it
obsetress: just the absolute fuckin worst
em: do u think dani ever like
em: like they REALLY need to clear out storage but it’s a boiling frog situation where it’s increased so gradually that
em: like jamie thinks it’s Fine storage is Clear Enough
em: it’s Not
em: danis like. should we invite rebecca and vi over
em: just be Idea of A Snide Viola Comment fills jamie w a burning rage
obsetress: oh my god
obsetress: i'm obsessed with this
obsetress: i would read a whole oneshot about this
em: eventually dani comes clean abt it n jamie thinks it’s v funny bc yknow; open and honest communication is a v important part of their dynamic
em: jamie: next time just tell me my storage looks like shite dani or i will be grumbling abt viola for a Week
obsetress: inevitably
obsetress: when they do have to come over to clean
obsetress: dani offers them takeout and wine ("step up from pizza and beer at least," jamie grumbles) and viola's like "jesus, dani, let's just go out to dinner. my treat"
obsetress: at dinner, viola's like "if you want more storage, i have some wonderful properties––"
obsetress: rebecca's mouthing "sorry" from next to her across the table
em: every time they go out rebecca takes vi aside n is like ok sweetheart so you promise you’re not gonna try convince them to sell the apartment again
em: and violas like (mock horror) of course i won’t. ye of little faith
em: and every time
em: every time she does
em: she’s tryna HELP
obsetress: she would too she'd be like
obsetress: "i'm just trying to HELP"
obsetress: "they're our FRIENDS"
em: i’m on a mission to figure out like
em: this is way way down the line
em: but i wanna believe eventually viola and jamie start to, at the v least, Tolerate each other
em: jamie might even be fond of the crazy bird but she’ll NEVER admit it
obsetress: god like vi's on business or some shit in like
obsetress: the UAE
obsetress: negotiating some Deal
obsetress: and so dani and jamie get dinner with just bex and they're driving home after and having a perfectly mundane conversation and then jamie's just blurting like
obsetress: "i think i miss vi"
em: she’s HORRIFIED
em: she tries to play it off as like um
em: she’s Too Comfortable
em: things are Too Boring
em: which is weird knowing everything we know abt jamie
em: but actually she just... maybe misses viola
em: danis like god i wish i was recording this
obsetress: jamie's passed out next to her at home later (it's ten pm) and dani's chattering happily away on the phone with vi (drinking a martini in her dubai hotel room at one am since, y'know, no bars) in bed right next to her
obsetress: "jamie, uh, said she misses you. i know. no, i KNOW. don't tell her i told you. yeah, yeah, you win, vi, we know. uh-huh. uh-huh. i'm gonna pretend you didn't just ask me that"
em: CUTE
em: u can’t lord it over her vi it’s a little secret
em: vi's like when have i EVER
em: she does
obsetress: once they're good again, dani and vi absolutely just. lose time (there's a metaphor in there) talking to each other still
em: this is wholesome tbh
em: i really like the damie stories where like
em: look it’s nice when damie have each other but it’s also nice when they have their own friends and stuff
em: dunno how to articulate that well
em: it’s a balance! it’s a balance
obsetress: yeah! exactly
obsetress: because that's part of the love n possession thing too yk
obsetress: not to say either of them would ever be like "no friends for you" but
obsetress: wanting to have a life outside of your partner yk
obsetress: they're meeting vi and rebecca for dinner after vi gets back and vi's just grinning and sweeping jamie into a hug "i heard you missed me"
em: she gets jamie a souvenir t-shirt
em: it’s too big
em: OR
em: child’s t-shirt
obsetress: (jamie sleeps in it that night)
obsetress: oh childs might be better
obsetress: she's like "you're a little scrawny, so..."
em: jamie sleeps in it.... soft bitch
em: she feels too much
obsetress: jamie taylor softest bitch
obsetress: dani watches her pull it on and raises an eyebrow and jamie's just like "wot"
em: jamies like (grumbles) i knew she was comin back i’m just
em: shouldn’t you be HAPPY about this development dani
em: ‘s’a gift... s’rude not t’....’
obsetress: YEAH
obsetress: dani just grins "mmhm"
em: it accidentally makes its way into jamies workout clothes pile
obsetress: oh my GOD oh my god
obsetress: viola's shit eating GRIN when jamie shows up at the gym in it
em: jamies like fok
em: mental maths tryna figure if she wants to just. work out in a sports bra
em: she Doesn’t
obsetress: she Doesn't!
obsetress: (she's shy)
em: god it’s one of those shirts that’s like
em: someone who loves me went to UAE and got me this t-shirt or something
obsetress: dani corners her in their empty row in the locker room "you could've just taken it off, you know" "dunno, not everyone needs to... see that, you know?" "i'd certainly like to see it" jamie rolls her eyes but she's grinning "you can see that any time" "well maybe i wanted to see it during my workout" "dani......."
em: jamies embarrassed bc of her gnarly farmers tan means her tummy is at least five shades lighter than the rest of her
em: crisp tan lines
obsetress: god jamie's farmers tan
em: once again i am bringing my tan lines jamie agenda
obsetress: dani loves jamies dumb farmers tan so much
obsetress: she giggles
obsetress: but it's the most loving giggle possible
em: and then when she gets into running...
em: god when i was rowing there were a couple ppl w like what i called a neapolitan icecream tan which is
em: gimme a second
obsetress: jamie gets all huffy when dani giggles at her tan but then dani's like "baby, no, i think it's cute" and jamie gives her a look and dani grins mischievously and ducks her head
obsetress: and then she's licking and kissing and nipping her way along jamie's dumb tan lines
em: there it is
obsetress: it was inevitable
em: so caught up in the joy of jamies dumb farmer tans i forgot abt her gnarly scar she keeps under wraps
em: baby
em: the most baby
obsetress: baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
em: jamie decides the only way to claim the stupid t-shirt as hers is to cut off the sleeves
em: it’s abt the ritual of the thing
obsetress: she shows up at the gym wearing it and
obsetress: that's viola's "oh no she's hot" moment
em: YEAH BABY
obsetress: literally just like
obsetress: world stops
obsetress: viola stares
em: jamie finally gets to do an exercise that shows off her sinewy manual labor grip forearms
em: viola’s probably just as horrified to find jamie hot as every time jamies like oh no
em: violas hot
em: and once again jamie CANNOT know she’s hot bc she will be insufferable
em: she will be the Worst
obsetress: viola's tugging rebecca aside "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "what?" viola waves a hand and rebecca just furrows her brow a little and is like "that's just... what she looks like, vi"
obsetress: viola corners dani next "why didn't you tell me jamie was hot" "i did" "oh. right" viola pauses, then "why didn't you make sure i was listening?" dani just gives her a look and walks away
obsetress: dflksdjfldaj god the way jamie and viola are. the same
obsetress: kind of incredibly, in the same ways dani and rebecca are the same
em: “hey baby, did viola seem different today? seemed off”
em: jamies like. is she mad at me. did i break another social taboo.
em: rebecca ‘jamie looks like jamie’ jessel vs dani ‘my gf is so hot i can’t stand it’ clayton
obsetress: "i tell you how hot she is at least three times a week, vi"
em: danis tryna goad her into making the damn shirt a crop top
em: jamies like yeah but isn’t that a step too far. i feel like i am destroying this shirt too much
em: she does it anyway
em: so jamies workout clothes are danis endless grey baggy school t-shirts and this one ugly souvenir shirt that like
em: psychological warfare and she doesn’t even know it
obsetress: i would........ like to see it
obsetress: also crop top jamie is one of my favorite jamies
obsetress: she is severely underrated
em: crop top jamie is
obsetress: and we do not talk about her enough
em: jamie wear More crop tops
obsetress: viola and rebecca in bed, in matching facemasks, after going to the gym post-epiphany that Jamie Is Hot
obsetress: viola: are dani and jamie hotter than us?
rebecca: what?
obsetress: and like
obsetress: viola is NOT insecure
obsetress: she is constantly confident that she's the most attractive woman in the room at any given moment, but
obsetress: she's just so staggered by this realization
em: some neutral third party (ms grose and mr sharma probably) are like well. u guys definitely have a little more of a scary thing going on
em: i’m imagining rebecca and viola at brunch w hannah and owen v seriously discussing this
em: viola brings it up and rebecca GROANS but then she gets invested in the convo
obsetress: GOD yeah
obsetress: she's leaning forward and gesturing with her fork "when you say 'scary'..........."
em: owens like scary is a compliment
em: hannah grose sips her tea knowingly
obsetress: rebecca just narrows her eyes at hannah grose and hannah raises her eyebrows and shrugs
em: after a week or so viola bursts into a room w stupid big sunglasses and a tray of take out coffees and she’s like Don’t You Worry Jamie I Have Concluded You’re Hot But I’m Not Threatened By It
em: jamies like sorry WHAT
em: you’ve been thinking about WHAT
em: viola leaves without ever following it up
obsetress: dani is entirely unfazed
obsetress: doesn't even blink
em: danis like neat she remembered the oat milk
em: everyone in this au is insane
obsetress: any lesbian in 2021 is insane
obsetress: par for the course
em: was gonna protest but
em: Yeah
obsetress: this lesbian meme account i follow on insta is doing “stop asking who’s the top and who’s the bottom. start asking...” posts
obsetress: and one of them is “start asking who’s baby and who’s fuck around and find out” and it just makes me chuckle
obsetress: jamie taylor baby
obsetress: viola lloyd also baby
em: dani is baby passing and jamie is fuck around faking
obsetress: oh my god that’s why that’s why i think we cracked it
obsetress: dani (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)
obsetress: rebecca (fuck around) dated jamie (baby) and vi (baby)
obsetress: the reason they could never cross further even tho per the transitive property dani (so similar to vi) should be able to date beccs and jamie (so similar to beccs) should be able to date vi is because
obsetress: you can’t have two babies and two fuck arounds in a relationship together
em: oh of course. i see. i see
em: however in the rare rare crack ship of the ‘jamie viola hatefuck’ a similar phenomenon to ‘social anxiety mum friend ordering food’ instinct takes over and someone fucks around and finds out
em: this is just my unhinged jamie viola hatefuck bulkshit which is. it’s ironic ok it’s ironic it’s ironic it’s
em: ok one last thought bc i know it’s super late for u but
obsetress: omg i also have a last thought let’s trade
em: what if mikey is about isabels age n jamie ends up looking after him for one reason or another for a bit
em: and viola absolutely Dotes on him
obsetress: omg
obsetress: that’s what does it. jamie seeing viola w mikey
em: grumble grumble i guess she’s not that bad
em: except then she’s like god what if mikey likes her MORE than me
obsetress: “dani what if mikey gets one of those weird first crushes on vi”
obsetress: dani doesn’t even look up from the laundry “who hasn’t had a crush on vi”
obsetress: jamie’s like “mE” and dani just gives her the most withering look
em: danis like It’s Par For The Course Jamie
em: danis a teacher she’s like it happens don’t sweat it
em: anyway
em: what was. what was ur last little thought
obsetress: i was just thinking more about viola also baby and how also she’s been so privileged her whole life that sometimes there are just some things she can’t do for herself because she just doesn’t know how
obsetress: like she’s never had to learn
em: rebecca gets um
em: freeze dried coffee
em: nescafé
obsetress: but like
obsetress: rebecca genuinely loves taking care of vi for whatever reason (it’s because she loves her) when she really needs it but
obsetress: rebecca also takes no shit and is like “i’m not making the nescafé for you. you’re 36 years old, vi, you need to learn to do it for yourself”
obsetress: and she’ll stand there and watch her do it and then she makes vi do it at least three more times for posterity
obsetress: “i’ll make a plebeian of you yet, viola lloyd”
obsetress: (god only the two of them would think a line like that is funny)
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Good Enough
Summary: From this ask: i read your deadcrush miniseries and ig i got caught in the feels and love the way you write 💛 i was wondering if you could write something bucky x y/n where she’s younger but they’re in a stable relationship and she becomes pregnant? like she‘s happy and excited but bucky is kinda worried bc of his genes, past, etc.
A/N: So sorry this took like five months! 2.5k words. Fluff with a little cussing involved.
Bag of Tricks One-Shots Masterlist
“How do you feel about the color orange?”
It’s a Friday night in the tower, almost bedtime when you embark of a journey of questions, carefully placed breadcrumbs for Bucky.
“I feel… fine?”
“Light orange or dark orange?”
“What’s dark orange look like? A dirty penny?”
“Light orange it is.” You scrunch your nose at the thought of painting a room the shade he’s imagining.
“What for?”
You shrug.
When you both brush your teeth, you take glance at him in the mirror, eyes trailing from his brow to his chin, attentive to the way his nose slopes and his jaw cuts. Jesus, you’d be lucky if--
Bucky mutters from behind a mouthful of toothpaste suds, “What is it?”
After four years it makes sense that he would be able to figure out when you’re keeping thoughts to yourself. He’s in your head, Bucky Barnes. Even when he’s not there, you’re thinking of him. Every second of the day, really. It’s Bucky breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and all other hours, too. It makes you a little bewildered with joy that you can feel so much for a single person.
Even before he kissed you at the end of that horrid mission--- when you nearly drowned in some lake in Scotland. He had plunged into the murky depths, arm gushing blood, yanked you up onto shore and performed CPR. Your ribs nearly broke and Sam was by his side, head in his hands. Get up, get up, get up, goddamn it!
With a final two-handed press into your chest where the slightest bit of crunching could be heard, you spat. Two mouthfuls of foggy blue-green right into his face.
FUCK!
Sam sighed in relief, leaning back with his hands on his waist because if you hadn’t woken up, he thought, Bucky would have burned down the entire country.
I think--- another sputter as you attempted to catch your breath—the fucking Loch Ness monster--- fuck. I think I saw that shit.
Blinking the prickling from your eyes, you struggled to see clearly from the swelling of your lids. Your sternum felt bruised, and in front of you, Bucky looked about ready to burst into tears.
You got a little—haha—my spit—on your face.
He snarled and you reeled back in response. He snarled and shoved you back into the mud and kissed you until you coughed again into his mouth, a final splash dowsing a blazing moment.
Sam looked away with a grin and spoke into his earpiece, updating the rest of the team of your status. She’s up. Well—sort of. Barnes is kind of all over her.
Even before that moment, your head had been swimming with all thoughts of him along with desperate attempts to drive them away—make them small and unseen so you don’t trail behind him like a lovesick idiot.
He was the damn Winter Soldier. He was a legend and you were just a loud-mouthed kid, only twenty.
You had been rough around the edges, needing a lot of preparation and training before you could run any missions. There was a lot of difficulty at first, especially when it came to Steve. You were always too clumsy, too brash, not enough pirouettes and cartwheels. Whatever.
So, after days of doing nothing but getting scolded and running simulations alone with FRIDAY, Steve dragged Bucky into the weight room where you were throwing a seventy-pound medicine ball around like it was a can of soup.
Punch her. Steve had commanded with a smirk, a little irritated that earlier in the day you kicked his legs out underneath his shield. Punch her with your arm.
You almost shit yourself. And Bucky looked like he could have, too. It took a lot of yelling from Steve, yelling back from Bucky, and incomprehensible yelling from you before Bucky was so overwhelmed with the noise that he just did it.
That powerful arm pulled back, whirred, launched itself forward and you had bat it away like a ping pong ball, feet grounded assertively. Wide blue eyes pierced you, made your heart leap into your mouth, and when he did it again you were so struck by him it hit square in your chest.
Steve clapped his hands together. Great. Meet your new training buddy. You two rough each other up—Buck, you get her right because she’s inconsistent and I’ve got her signed up for a patrol three weeks out.
As Steve promised, three weeks later, you were crammed into a tiny car next to Bucky. The second his shoulder rubbed against yours, you found yourself thinking that you were either going to have his baby, or you were going to die alone.
It was a joke, to start, but you really had it bad, finding yourself more anxious and fearful, and covering it up with smart quips and comments in hopes of throwing him off.
Barnes, you get The Avengers Ass Award from me, Cap be damned.
Absurd bantering during jogs together when he would stop to pull his hair back and you were struggling to keep up. Your spine tingled when a strand of hair fell forward and hung over his face. Bucky are you from Tennessee ‘cause you’re the only ten-I-see.
He would laugh and wink, call you baby, and egg you on because kids are inexplicable, and Peter Parker’s twitter feed had opened his eyes to all sorts of compliments used in the modern age between friends.
Yeah, you would grin, totally, friends. Me and you, totally, definitely, friends.
Eight months later, Scotland turned the whole thing sideways.
Yeah. We all knew. Y’all are stupid-cute. Sam had snickered. In your ear through the comm link were cheers and whooping. Bucky turned red like the cut on his arm.
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“What about green? How do you feel about green?”
“You’re doin’ the thing again.” His comment borders on annoyed as he gives you a sideways glance, throwing his toothbrush back in the cup with a tinny clink.
“What thing?”
“Pretending you’re deaf.”
“Okay...” You smirk, “but what about green? You like green?”
He scoffs, moves so that he’s behind you and swings both arms around to lock over your middle. His chin rests on your shoulder, the scruff of his beard rubbing against your cheek. Once again, you’re reminded of just how much you adore him. Your tummy flutters with nerves as his eyes find yours in the glass, big and curious.
“What’s goin on with you? Tell me what you’re thinking.”
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Tell me what you’re thinking.
The fallout of Scotland lingered awkwardly after the plane ride when he rushed back to his room taking long strides and not giving you another glance. He didn’t even have the courage to look at you—only facing the side wall, tucked himself behind the button panel.
Two weeks passed before you cornered him in his own room and spoke those words that would eventually become an integral part of your relationship.
Tell me what you’re thinking, Bucky. If it was a mistake, tell me. If it wasn’t, tell me. You’ve been avoiding me and look—Barnes, I want your goddamn babies, but c’mon. You gotta throw me a bone, I’m shit at reading signs.
There was a strange look in his eye, an overcast sweep staring at his hands clenched together tightly, and for the first time in a long time he didn’t laugh at your jokes. The plates whirred to his left, the knuckles turned bone white on his right. You opened your mouth silently. Three breaths passed before you pushed him up against the wall, using all your strength to peel his hands away.
Then, a kiss. The softest of kisses you could give another human being. Because he was made of memories and regret—pieced back together in the form of Bucky Barnes as fragile as a glass menagerie. You didn’t have to ask him what he was thinking again—it was all over his face: He wasn’t good enough. He was a broken thing. You deserved better. Someone your age, maybe someone who could give you a different life.
So, as you had always done, you bat it away and grabbed him by the face. The second kiss had bruised you both. Sam didn’t let either of you live down matching cut lips for a month.
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“What’s your favorite animal?” You ask quietly, ignoring Bucky’s question as you snuggle up next to him in bed.
“Darlin’… I’m tired. Either tell me what it is, or lemme go to sleep.”
You pout and ram your forehead into his arm childishly, “Just tell me!” Usually he thinks it’s cute when you act like this, but tonight he’s had enough of it. He calls your name in a low tone, the same kind of voice Steve uses when you’ve been too nonchalant with mission orders.
In the dark, you grip onto his hand and press your cheek against his arm, commanding your throbbing heart to still just for a moment. “Do you remember when we went to Clint’s place last year?”
“For Thanksgiving?”
“Yeah. And he—he had some of Laura’s family over?”
“And that wretched green bean casserole?”
You laugh a little, swallow thickly, “Remember after dessert when I asked to hold the baby?”
Bucky pauses, digs around in his brain for the moment, “Yeah—you said it was ugly and…”
The lamp on the end-table floods the room orange as Bucky sits up and peers down at you still attached to his elbow. There is recognition in his eyes and suddenly he looks his age—pallid, gaunt, and so deeply afraid. You can only manage a tiny lopsided tug of your lips.
“Are you?” He asks, voice shaking.
You wring your hands nervously, shut your eyes, and hope that when they open Bucky’s expression would change from pained to elated.
“Shit, baby. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“Okay, guess you’re not taking it well.” Your face burns with embarrassment before the heat falls into your stomach like stones. It should have been a moment of bliss—when the man you love would scoop you up into his arms and spin you around while confetti flakes sprinkles from the sky. Then, fireworks, shot by Iron Man would spell Baby Barnes! in the background.
Instead, Bucky looks like he might die on the spot.
He can’t help but feel so worthless, because he hardly feels like he deserves you most days, much less face the thought of bringing an entire person into the world. A child. An innocent. And him—unworthy of goodness.
He chokes, “Baby, I—the, fuck. I can’t give this kid—” He sputters and groans, throws his head back against the wall and you think you might hear the plaster cracking behind his skull. Your face twists into a look of irritation.
“You better not say what I think you’re going to say.”
He looks up, shocked, then quickly ashamed.
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I can’t give you the life that you deserve. You’re… you’ve got better options than me. You deserve to be with someone your age.
Four months after the near-drowning and the most perfect, sweetest, kiss. Four months after telling you he would love you, Bucky pulled away in the middle of the night and shut himself out of his own future. You had laughed, and then cried, and then let him have his way. Okay. Yeah, if you really think so.
The next week, Tony threw a party for the new SHIELD recruits and you had gotten extremely drunk off eight mouthfuls of whiskey. Across the room was one very expensive Japanese vase, standing five feet tall and gaping at the ceiling.
The recruit next to you watched in awe as you tossed all empty shot-glasses clear over the heads of seventy people and they crashed into the chasm of the urn, hand up dramatically as if you were making a 3-pointer. Steph Curry with the shot, boy!
Tony sent Bucky a contemptuous look and mouthed fix this the same time the young man’s arm snaked around your waist. Then, you clasped your hand over his with a wolfish grin and waltzed with him out of the room.
Bucky stormed after, snatching you off the recruit who was happily kissing you against the wall. Bucky scowled, squared his shoulders and demanded to know what you were thinking.
With a wide and slow sweep of your outstretched hand, you bowed, teetering just a little.
Buck, you said I deserved better. Here it is. Its name is Henderson.
Bucky pointed at the agent, suddenly caught in the middle of a quarrel he never intended on seeing. The Winter Soldier, looking like he could level the floor, and you, just as strong, glaring back matching his ferocity. You think this … boy –a condescending scoff sent Henderson shrinking down-- could give you better?
He’s my age! Wasn’t that your suggestion? Hey! Henderson, you can give me ‘better’, right? Go grind on each other at a club like us kids do? Make-out in public and dry-hump in the car before fucking all night at your place? Or hey--- let’s fuck all night right here! Do you know—Henderson, do you know whose room is two doors away from mine?
Henderson had been smart enough to sneak away before he could see Bucky press you up against the wall and latch his mouth onto yours. Tears were streaming down your face, way before your tirade had finished. It poured and dripped and wet the front of both your shirts. Bucky Barnes, you’re full of--
He didn’t let you finish. He held your face and wiped your tears. He kissed you again for the last first time, rekindling the fire he had been trying to extinguish.
It would burn, Bucky thought then, until you chose to leave him, because he wasn’t going to leave you again.
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“Say it to me again.” You hiss, “Try me.”
“Baby…”
You crawl on top, grab his face with one hand and squeeze until his cheeks mush up and his mouth hangs open. “Don’t be so fucking self-deprecating! I don’t like it! You’re being mean to my Bucky and I’m gonna beat you up because I love him!”
“Un--- o—okay- hon, leggo—” the words escape him pinched together, but you are stubborn. You hold on longer, glare at him harder until he lets out a long-suffering sigh, relenting with a smile—still crushed by your thumb.
Happily, you give him a kiss on the cheek and let go. Bucky rubs his jaw where your fingerprints feel like they might bruise more than just his ego.
A tentative look at your belly, still smooth and firm. His hand finds the plane of it, fingers brushing the skin and over newly forming goosebumps. A surprising amount of excitement flutters in his own at the thought. It’d be good. A good baby. Made up of him and you, and the love you’ve fostered in him, too.
“Mmm, so… green?” You mutter, leaning down to kiss him once more. “How do you feel about green?”
Bucky laughs into your mouth. Defeated. Elated.
“Yeah. Green’s good, honey. Green’s good.”
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Never Do That Again
Request From: @fancat-not-fangirl
Request: Can you write something where the sister reader gets hurt on a case bc she was protecting either Sam or Dean (like she pushed them out of the way or jumped in front of them or whatnot) and then they're super super worried and protective and frantic over her and they're also guilty for letting her come along on the case
Prompt: After begging and begging for the boys to let you in on the hunt, they eventually give in, only for you to get hurt during
Dean: 29
Sam: 25
Y/N: 18
Word Count: 3,268
MY FIRST REQUEST!! Ahh I feel like a true fanfic writer now!!! I hope you enjoy this fanfic!!
"Dean, come on! At this point I'm begging!" You say flinging your arms up. You've been trying days (which felt like years) and Dean wont budge. You constantly asked Sam, and at which point, you bugged him so much he just gave you a "I don't care as long as Dean lets you," And after that, you had your mind set on bugging the hell out of Dean.
You knew the hunt was harder than the simple salt n' burns that they let you come along with, this hunt required backup, which you 100% will be the backup for.
"No Y/N, my answer will always be no, so there's no point in asking," Dean said to you in an irritated tone. 'day three of asking and hes already annoyed?' You thought to yourself. "But Dean, you know that if this turns sideways, you two will get hurt, it'll be easier on everyone if there was three people working this, I can help!" You reply, you know your right and nothing Dean will say will make you any less wrong.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm not just going to let you." "Dean-" "Y/N, no"
Just then Sam walks in and notices you and Dean barking at each other. You turn around and walk towards Sam and quickly clung onto his arm. "Sam said I can!" And just then, Sams entire soul left his body and .2 seconds later he defends himself so hard your head spins.
"What? Y/N I never said that. I said that you can as long as Dean lets you." "Dean PLEASE, What if you guys get hurt, and I'm not there to help you guys? I get that something can happen but with the three of us, it'll be less likely!"
"Dean shes got a point," Sam says looking a little defeated, "Shes been asking for days, if you keep saying no, there's going to be backlash"
Dean wipes his hand over his face, looking increasingly irritated. "I swear if you get hurt, if I see blood on you and its yours, you're never hunting again, got it?" Dean asks you. "So I'm coming?"
Dean looks over at Sam, who just shrugged at him, and he looks back at you, "Go pack up, we leave in an hour," Dean sighs. "Oh my god, yes! I swear you wont regret taking me" You respond, running to your room, "I better not," Dean yells back
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An hour seems like 10 minutes to you, you hunted plenty of times with them, and sneakily by yourself, but none of the hunts were ever this intense. You go outside to see Sam and Dean waiting for you in the Impala.You get inside and apologize for taking so long, and Sam saying that it was alright and no harm was done.
You, Sam and Dean roll up to the motel since it is already after dark and you're guessing Deans on high alert since you came along. You knew that Dean was going to be harder on you, but that just means you gotta show him how strong you are, even if you get hurt, you gotta suck it up and fight hard, make sure you get that smile that you love to get from him and Sam.
Once you guys settle in and get ready for bed, you see Dean at the table on Sams laptop, you didn't mean to stare, it just sort of happened.
You were thinking about every possible outcome, and you knew Dean was thinking the same thing. 'Will I get hurt? Will Sam and Dean get hurt!?'
Sam looked over at you and noticed that you were staring and Dean for a minute that seemed like forever to him, and he smiled at himself.
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You were the first one up, even before Sam, and he usually is up at 6:00am. it doesn't take long for Sam to wake up, "Why are you up so early?" he asks you. "Take a wild guess" you respond with a shit eating grin,. "Wake Dean up, I'm going to get breakfast," Sam says taking the car keys out of Dean jacket.
Sam leaves and you look over at Dean and stare again, you shake your head lightly, 'no stop thinking that.' You walk over to him lightly smack his arm a couple times, "Dean wake up, Sams getting food, come on"
Dean wakes up and looks over at you with the most softest eyes, "What?" you ask. "What time is it?" he asks in a deep, tired voice. "I don't know hold on" You reply, you walk over to the bed stand where your phone is, "Almost 7:30."
"Did Sam wake you up?" He asks. "Nah I woke up myself" you say as you throw your phone on the bed, "You okay?" you ask him. You know hes gonna say I'm fine you know it for a fac-
"I'm fine, are 'you' okay?" He asks
'Knew it'
"Oh yeah I'm good." You look over at Dean again and hes still in bed, but sitting up and looking at you. "Anyways what did you find out on Sams laptop last night?" "Three deaths this week, one two nights ago, and all three of them had hole marks behind their left ears and their brains are practically sucked out, I'm guessing its a-" "Wraith?" You cut him off.
He looks over at you for a couple/few seconds before talking again. "Yeah, how'd you figure that out?" "Dean, I know how to research, not my first rodeo" you giggle after what you said.
Ten minutes later Sam shows up with breakfast and you three eat while talking about what is about to happen.
The hunt was going to last all day, the boys go all FBI, and you stay back and research and look around the crime scene. It was complete bullshit, you knew Dean was being protective but come on, you have a fake ID, might as well use it, but no, you knew he would make you stay behind.
You are wearing your FBI suit just in case you were needed by the boys, you three are at the place where the last murder was, you three are speaking to the mother of the daughter who got killed by the wraith.
"So Mrs.Luke, would there be any reason this happened, did she have any enemies that might have done this to her?" Sam asks. The way her mom looked at him didn't settle well with you. "No I don't think so, he was so well liked by everyone, she was perfect."
"Ma'am, I noticed she tried to leave the house before she died, do you know where she was going to go at one in the morning?" you ask Mrs. Luke.
"Well I- What does that have to do with anything?" She responds, clearly shes quite nervous. "Just answer the question ma'am," Dean quickly adds on.
"Well I was thinking she was going to sneak over to a friends house or something, but now we'll never know..."
'What is she hiding?' you ask yourself, 'Does she have something to do with all this?'
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In the car you three are on the way to the park where the first murder happened. You thought to yourself that there was no way that a wraith can just kill someone out in the open, so it had to be at night where no one was in the park except them and their victim.
You tell them your observation and with a long sigh you add, "Tonight at around two or three am, I'll come out here and just wait around for the wraith to come by"
"Uh, no, hell no that ain't happening" Dean says like hes utterly offended that you'd even think about being bait. "But Dean-" "He's right Y/N, No way you are going to go out there alone, we'll figure something out," Sam says. Sam agreeing with Dean can be the most frustrating thing in the world and vise versa.
"Guys think about it. First murder: 17 year old with long brown hair, Second murder: 20 year old with long brown hair, Third murder: 19 year old with long brown hair, The Fourth is exactly my description, 18 year old with long brown hair, that's me!"
"Y/N, we said no" Sam and Dean say in unison. Dammit they piss you off so much sometimes.
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Nightfall comes around and you three are in the motel, you. You had a plan set in your mind. 'Once they fully fall asleep I'll go out there and kill it myself, that way when they wake up, it'll already be dead before they wake up, perfect!' you think to yourself.
It takes them a couple of hours to go to sleep since they decided to research for a little while, and that kinda of messed up your plan a little, but STILL!!! you already make up your mind and you're going no matter what
They're finally asleep and thankfully you're quiet and your stealth is at max (thanks to training), and you quietly and quickly leave the motel room with the room key and the Impala's keys since you're the only one leaving.
You drive to the park where the first murder happened. You hide your knife in your waistband and get out of the car. You then walk and stand in the middle of the park waiting for the wraith. 'Damn it's cold out' you think to yourself, "I should have brought a jacket.' After your statement you breath in and out and what came out was a frozen type of breath and it startled you to say the least. "Wait what the hell? A wraith doesn't have this type of ability"
"No, honey they don't"
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Meanwhile back at the motel:
"Dammit Dean, Y/N's gone" Sam says fast walking towards Dean. "Yeah she took the damn car too. You know Sam, Y/N's most likely in the damn park we were art earlier today, lets go" "With what car? Think before everything else Dean," Sam says. Sams right, you cant go into battle without some type of plan.
"Sam, were the masters of stealing, we'll just take a car from the parking lot," Dean says as he shrugs.
Sam and Dean roll up to the park and they see you talking to someone they don't know. "Son of a bitch, really? Come on Sammy"
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"What the hell are you and mostly-" You cut yourself off to show her your blade, "Why the hell are you killing innocent people?" That....thing, begins to laugh, but you don't show any emotion but anger.
"Honey, I cant be killed by a flimsy knife that 'that', and-" She gets shot. You turn around to see who shot her and you see one pissed off brother and one worry-full brother, (guess who). "and I cant be killed by gunshots either, sorry boys and girls."
"Well you're one show tune son of a bitch aren't you?" Dean asks. You look at Dean, then at Sam and you see Sam mouthing you to pull back and stand behind them, and knowing you're already grounded for life, you defeated agree.
"Three against one bitch, you're out numbered" Dean says pulling out his large KA1214. 'That's new,' you think to yourself and out of fight or flight response, you pull your knife out too.
Sam whispers quiet enough so the thing won't hear him, but loud enough so you can. "Y/N, What the hell is that?" and you respond with "That's a vampire, but i assume its being controlled by a type of ghost"
"Okay so everyone got their weapons? Fun, let me get mine out too and we can have some fun, huh?" The vampire says as she shows her teeth and pulls out a....'is that a Beretta M9? How uncommon' you think to yourself.
"Bringing a gun to a knife fight? Really?" Sam asks "Why yes, as you see its a 90-10 ratio, I win and you three...well, at least you three will go down fighting, the one and only Cynthia Harness. lets play shall we? Here, I'll go first." Cynthia tries to shoot Dean but he ducks and runs fast towards her, he swings his knife., but she ducks and runs towards the other direction. Sam runs to catch up with her and you look back at Dean and silently say I'm sorry, and you run towards Sam and Cynthia.
"Dammit Y/N, come back here!" Dean yells at you, but you don't comply. Deans staying back just in case there were any more and now its just you, Sam and Cynthia out in probably the middle of the woods behind the park.
You hear two gunshots in front of you. 'Oh god, Sam' you think to yourself, 'what if he's already dead?' "SAAAAAM" You yell, as you're are running faster than you were before.
Finally, you see Cynthia and 'oh thank god,' you see Sam, and he looks like hes okay! "Oh Its you again, hi!" Cynthia says with a big smile waving at you like shes your best friend. "Get the hell away from him" the venom in your voice is clearly visible. "Hmm? Oh him? No dear, you just stand there while I-" She cuts herself off and positions her gun to point at Sam's chest, "Just kill him in front of you, how does that sound?" Cynthia asks while laughing like its a damn game and shes destined to be the winner.
"NO," you scream, you run toward sam and .1 milliseconds after she shoots you push sam and the bullet collides with your left leg. You give out a piercing scream as you fall to the floor and Dean comes from behind and chops off Cynthia's head and its rolls on the ground.
"Y/N! Come on, Dean, let's take her to the car" Sam says has he manages to pick you up and you hold your arm over their shoulders, and you hop on one leg to the car. It was silent, but not as silent as it is in the car, It was deadly silent, A type of silent that was mentally and (for you) physically painful.
"......Dean?" "Not a word until we get to the motel got it?" Dean says with a thick and dark voice. "Dean-" "I don't want to hear anything from you either Sam, no one talks until we got to the motel, okay? okay good" Dean says with the most pissed off look you've ever received from him.
And so the long and crucifying 30 minute drive to the motel was silent added with you wincing, groaning and crying from the pain that bitch Cynthia gave you. Every now and then you look at Dean from the rear view mirror and vise versa with Sam, and Dean doesn't look back, he just looks at the road, but Sam looks back at you and sadly smiles and mouths, 'everything's going to be okay, just hold on, okay?' but you don't smile back.
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Meanwhile at the hotel:
Sam and Dean help you out of the car and into the motel room. "You, sit and Sam, get the damn first aid kit, a wet towel, peroxide, and get me a beer," Dean says to you can Sam. You sit on the foot of your bed and once Dean got his beer and whatever else he needed, he sat next to you and Sam pulled up a chair and sat in front of you.
"Leg," Dean says, and you pull your leg up on his lap (with the help of Sam of course), and he starts working on cleaning the blood, and stopping it from bleeding even more, and Sam gets ready to pull the bullet out and stitch your leg up.
You only trust Sam right now to do the 'dangerous' tasks since Deans still very VERY mad at you, and you're a little afraid he'll kill you himself from sheer anger.
"Y/N-" This time you cut Dean off. "Dean I know, I was being reckless back there, and I could have gotten myself killed, but-" "No Y/N, no buts about it, I knew we shouldn't have brung her, I knew this would happen, and its happened anyway"
"Dean, I've almost gotten shot if it weren't for her," Sam adds. "Oh so what, you're on 'her' side? "Of course not Dean, I'm on no ones side, I'm just saying, give her a break, get angry after theirs a bullet out of her leg, alright?"
Thankfully he agreed, and soon enough the bullet was out and you had stitches in your leg. Dean left a couple of hours ago doing god knows what, but Sam stayed with you and you two laid down and talked for a while
"Don't let Dean get to you, believe it for not, he was just as worried as I was, we still are," Sam says, "Oh and for what its worth, thanks for getting in the way, getting shot in the chest is never a good way to go out." You and Sam both laugh at what he says.
You begin to push yourself up and a shooting pain starts in your leg, and you hiss at the pain. "Fuck," that all that you can handle saying at the moment.
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None of you guys slept that whole night. Dean came back a few hours later after Sam thanked you for jumping in front of him. It has to be about eight or nine am before Sam says out loud, "Alright, I'm getting breakfast, you two don't wait up," and leaves the room.
Now, its just you and Dean. You on your bed, and him on his. You look at him again, and then you look at your hands again. You squeak out an "I'm sorry" to Dean and Dean looks at you.
'I know you are," Dean says to you. He doesn't look as mad at you as he was earlier, but hes still on the defensive side.
"I only did it so Sam wont get hurt..." You say looking at your hands for what it feels like the millionth time. "I know, and I'm proud, but you got hurt in the end Y/N," Dean says with worry in his eyes.
"I know...It hurts like a bitch I'll tell you that," you say as you try to lift the mood. "You could have died Y/N, you cant-" He cuts himself off. "you cant do that to me, to Sam," his voice breaks a little. "Y/N, never do that again okay?"
"....Dean I cant promise that. I was held at gun point you would jump in front of me to save me." You say with a quiet and small voice.
"That's just it Y/N, never do what we do unless we tell you to, I swear you got your recklessness from me" You feel your shoulders relax after seeing a smirk from Dean. "I learned from the best" You tell Dean and he does a small laugh.
Sam comes back a little while later and you three eat your breakfast and talk about from completely nothing to what other hunt you guys are thinking of doing. Of course you wont be able to hunt for a while since you can barely stand, but you can research like a son of a bitch, and hey, sometimes its nice to be backup, especially for the two boys that frustrate the hell out of you.
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Ok, I'll bite: please explain the Roller Derby AU shipping chart emojis XD Admittedly it is less convoluted than I feared once I took a close look but I wonder if it's intentional that between Harley and Talia there's both an "uwu" and a throwing hands emoji.
That was intentional as FUCK IM SO GLAD U PICKED UP ON IT LMAO
Okay, so we’ll divide these by colors and the add the emojis and hopefully no one will call me out for a past fandom I was in but that’s just the risk I gotta take
Also note before I start, I use ship names (no spaces btwn names or with a / slash if I’m unsure of the ship name) for romantic/sexual ships. And the ampersand (&) for platonic/other ‘ships’. Bc Ao3 rlly Did Something and we ought to bring that over here with more regularity tbh
Black:
Harley & Talia - uwu vs ผ(•̀_•́ผ)
so idk if Harley and Talia have rlly had like, SIGNIFICANT interactions, they didn’t have a lot of direct stuff even in the GCS issues (bc obvsly Selina & Talias whole thing was center stage for that one) BUT. Harley gets on ppls nerves!!! She’s only got like! Two settings and normally the more playful one is out and I can’t imagine that ever being anything BUT annoying as fuck to Talia! And ofc Harley LOVES fucking with ppl so it’s just gonna be a whole continuous cycle of her Ramping Up Shenanigans while Talia becomes the human embodiment of the *arthur clenching fist* meme. Add onto the fact that again, Talias the pivot and Harleys the Jammer and you’ve got a RECIPE FOR DISASTER.
IvyZee - (ง •̀_•́)ง vs ผ(•̀_•́ผ)
I talked awhile ago abt my Social Media Rivals AU and tbh...... there’s not a whole lot there that CANT ALSO crossover to here so!!! I just rlly enjoy the idea of Ivy and Zee fuckin HATING each other and it constantly being a “oh my god just Kiss or Kill each other already” I know some ppl don’t like those ships but LISTEN. Listen if we play the inherent sexual tension of enemies to rivals to begrudging allies to 👀👀👀 buddies right I THINK I can make this work.
Red:
HarlIvy - ❤️
OBVIOUS. I should not HAVE to explain this one at all aksjak (other than the general reminder that I’m gonna try hard as hell to make it slow burn bc 🔥 I need it)
Teal
Zeelina - 🙃
y’all K N O W I’ve got COMPLEX feelings abt them. So this is rlly no different. This is gonna be that On/Off again thing, they’re hot n cold all the time, things get messy and they’ll have Conflicts but ultimately will pull together bc 🙃 well.... there always WILL be that history+chemistry There, whether they admit to it or not
Navy
Talina/DemonCat - 😈
I just think it would be VERY NEAT if they started something together!!! And just 100% organically just mutually dated!! And maybe only find out way later that they both dated Famed College Drop-Out Bruce Wayne lmao anyways. Theyre both hot and I love them and think they should date so!
Talia/Zee - 💅
see above, but also Make It Even More Fashion and there’s Slightly More Distrust At First (bc yeah they got that Mutual Attraction. But also Zee Heard things from B, and Talia’s not so Sure abt where Zee stands in general so!!)
(Side note, yes I also want Talia/Selina/Zee eventually but LISTEN. It’s not gonna happen all at once from the go!!! We gotta try a couple Configurations First!!)
Yellow
Harley & Selina - 🫂
theyre friends thru and thru and I love that for them and just want good things for them both in that friendship!!! Idk!!! I’m sure there’s probably SOME shippers for them out there but!!! I just love their friendship so much so!!! Friends! They shall be!
Green
CatIvy - 👀
THESE TWO ON THE OTHER HAND THO. okay listen LISTEN. Ivy and Selina’s Arkham City cutscenes live RENT FREE IN MY BRAIN. Theyve DEF slept together at least once or twice! I will accept nothing less! (The green is for mostly staying friends tho so onto these next ones)
Talia/Ivy - 🤝
okay so in canon, technically It’s Like Ivy 🤝 Talia: technically eco-terrorists who for all intents and purposes would be Heroes if their Ways Of Saving The Planet werent Kinda Skewed. So we’re carrying that over to here where Talia is an anthropology major and Ivy’s a botany major BUT they’re both getting minors in poli sci and take some of the same classes and 🤝 bond there before Ivy invites Talia to join the derby team that Harleys trying to form. And maybe they sleep together once or twice or a few times as friends with bennies idk
Harley/Zee - 🤡
listen I loved Harley’s Little Black Book and ESP that one halloween story that Dini wrote for them and basically I think it would fuckin Hilarious if they slept together at least once and then never brought it up again akdjsk so I’m gonna like. Imply it One Time and Never Bring It Up Again and ppl are just gonna have to draw their own conclusions!
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Tag game!
prepare to be amazed by the beauty that is me @xwing-baby 🥰
what was the last thing you put in your mouth?
gotta have my VAPE... i just had some water and it was cold and refreshing. thx
do you sleep naked?
only when absolutely demolished. black out drunk me likes to get in the shower and just stand there, but she doesn’t have the energy to put on clothes once she gets to bed
worst physical pain you’ve ever been in?
i wish i could say it’s when i got shot with one of those air soft rifles with metal pellets, but i think it’s probably when i got food poisoning. i was in foetal position for hours
favourite place you have been?
despite my hate for heat, maybe puerto vallarta or chicago. not that it was hot when we went to chi-town
how late did you stay up last night?
i rarely know what time i go to sleep. i don’t keep a clock in my room bc the ticking pisses me off and the light from digitals also piss me off
if you could move somewhere else where would it be?
i’d like to go up north. maybe south city san francisco. i’d also had fun in boston, washington dc, and cincinnati
when was the last time you cried?
LIKE AROUND 4.30PM TODAY. NICK AND JESS LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND I CANT BELIEVE IT TOOK THEM SO LONG TO STOP BEING DUMBASSES AROUND EACH OTHER LIKE Y’ALL WERE TOGETHER WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT
profile picture?
my instagram icon pic i drew of din “the tin man” djarin using the dog filter
if you could talk to anyone right now, who would it be?
if i say past me, would that be cheating? i just want to tell her things get better and to keep her passion strong and burning. she had a lot of it, but was put down by people that should have helped cultivate it
are you a good influence?
absolutely not. i’ve a penchant for speaking/doing before thinking, i can be hypocritical, and i’m lazy and selfish. i sure hope nobody looks to me for guidance or as a role model bc man they’d be making a terrible mistake
does pineapple belong on pizza?
i hate this debate. put whatever you want on your ‘za so long as there’s the dough, cheese, and sauce. i really couldn’t care less
i am on team pineapple on pizza tho
you have the remote. what show would you have on?
depends? been trying to finish new girl lately. need to finish ratched, haunting of hill house, and i may destroy you. i’ve a lot of my watch list, but i keep getting distracted by youtube so
first concert?
JESSE MCCARTNEY, BABYYYYYY. the only thing i remember is my aunt taking us to get mcdonald’s beforehand tho
favourite foods?
hamburgers. i’m an american, gotdamnit... and cheesecake
when you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
a palaeontologist. my 3rd grade teacher let us do an activity where we excavated these leaves in hardened clay to see the imprints it made. it blew my wee baby brain... that and i love jurassic park and wanted to be like Dr Grant
if y’all would be so willing/have yet to have done this
@cryptkeepersoul @mxndoscyarika @spacegayofficial @keeper0fthestars @pettyprocrastination @maxlordd @mylifeliterally @ezrasarm @goldafterglow
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Rules: answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better ❤️
@kunwoodz thank you for tagging me!! sorry for being a bit late lol also feliz aniversário atrasado!!
Name/nickname: ícaro, formerly known as enki bc changing your chosen name 293784 times is just the trans experience lmao
Gender: genderqueer + transmasc (he/they)
Star sign: Sagittarius
Height: 1,66m / 5'5" ish
Time: 04:56 (lmao)
Birthday: December 21st
Favourite bands: nct (all units, yes wayv included bc obviously), stray kids, bts but i literally only listen to their title tracks and the love yourself trilogy
Favourite soloists: im going off kpop with this one bc i gotta do my civic duty and praise our queen dodie
Last movie: probably parasite
Last show: the queens gambit
Song stuck in my head: somehow both lotto by exo and nectar by wayv..... dont ask
When i created this blog: probably late 2018 bc thats when i was finally sucked into the bottomless pit that is kpop for good after a couple attempts by different friends since late 2016
Last thing i googled: thomas mann (bc i hate his guts and wanted to remember the specific book by him i had to read for class last year which was an experience i hated with a burning passion bc he never shuts up god)
Other blogs: my main is @transtemic and i have a couple extra archive type blogs to keep stuff i need/want to remmeber somewhere less cluttered than my main or this blog..... theyre @icarosarchives @icarosartrefpics @aestattoos....... also a dead art blog which i dont wanna disclose and like 5 blogs that are just saved urls
Do i get asks: once in a blue moon and when i do theyre chain games like this one which i almost never do bc im a disaster at being somewhat social
Why i chose my url: i love wayv and the whole nct universe and was just getting into seventeen which led to me becoming aware of vernons amazing insta handle @/chwenotchew and i was just like Ive Connected The Dots lmao
Following: 1599
Followers: on here i have 53 and half of them are p0rnbots.... tho im not a cc and barely talk on here so its understandable kshdncjcjn
Lucky numbers: 3, 9, 21 (basically most multiples of 3)
Avg hours of sleep: i wanna say around 5 hours when schools in session but quarantine has me simultaneously having the Worst Sleep Schedule (see: me doing this at 5am) and sleeping betwen 8-12 hours a day which like....... no comment
Instruments: i know the basics of ukulele but i really should practice more...... i love singing and like being able to play my own accompaniment but i can only do that w like 3 songs lol
What i'm wearing right now: an old tshit pj pants and socks
Dream trip: rn i just wanna be able to travel home and see my family and best friend :( give me the vaccine NOW
Favourite food: again im homesick to literally just my moms food lmao bur specifically either her creamy tuna pasta or just rice beans and minced meat (maybe a sunny side up egg on top)
Nationality: brazilian but i live in germany (ergo the homesickness and missing good rice and beans lmao)
Favourite song: i physically cannot answer that....... but also almost every time i open my playlist i scroll all the way down to chain by nct 127 and then let it go on shuffle from there jsgdndhndfj so do with that as you will
Top 3 fictional universes: any that are better than this one are you kidding me like holy shit please get me out of here
my brain is too dead to tag 20 people rn so im going with @jisungshotfirst @fef65b-felix @honeyboyfelix and @tearsof-regret and also anyone else who wants to do this!!!! dont feel pressured to tho <3
#ah this was a good distraction from the world rn kshfkfjfnc brigade denovo por me marcar meu bem!!!!!#im gonna go and try to sleep now wish me luck!!!!!
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You Don’t Know Me
Not smut just some very soft oblivious Luke
You knew something was wrong. Luke didn't always text you back right away, but in the entire time you'd know him he'd never left you on read. You knew sometimes he was too busy to check his messages for hours, especially if he was on the road. You expected that, and never worried or got irritated if he didn't text you back, but that was before the disaster at Calum's party.
The weekend had been rough. Saturday night there had been a crazy party at Calum's house and everyone was getting wasted. You'd seen Luke show up with his girlfriend per fucking usual. You hated that it bothered you, after all they'd been together six months, Leila considered you a friend. You had tried to like her but the more you saw them together, the more it got under your skin. They argued constantly these past couple months, and lately you never saw Luke without her around. The party was no different, you'd barely gotten to talk to Luke for two minutes before she was dragging him away to hang out with her friends.
When they'd started arguing yet again something in you had snapped. You'd started downing tequila shots like you were trying to drown your emotions in liquor. The alcohol, instead of extinguishing the flames, just made them burn brighter. Sure enough you'd ended up in the upstairs bathroom tearfully confessing your deepest secrets to Calum when you weren't heaving your guts up.
Calum was sympathetic, rubbing your back and trying to calm you down. You claimed to love all the guys as if they were your brothers, and with Calum that was particularly true. He'd been the first to call you on your feelings months ago. Calum saw the connection you had with Luke and it was obvious it was more than just friends, but you tried to play it off. Luke only liked a certain type, tall and lean, and much hotter than you could ever hope to be.
Still, you were the one he came to when he and his girlfriend had problems. It was you he confessed his fears to late at night when he was homesick from being on the road. You were the one he sought advice from, and the person he trusted most. He was like a brother to you, or at least you pretended that was the case, until the Patron came right back up along with your feelings.
Luke came to check on you and Calum ran him off. You'd heard shouting between the two of them before they were separated. Calum came back to you followed by your friend Eva and the two of them got you home.
You crawled to your couch, not able to make it up the stairs to your bedroom, plus the bathroom was nearby. They got you set up with a towel, some water and Advil before Eva took Calum up to your room. Their moans were the last thing you heard before you passed out.
When you woke up you were in your bed in last night's clothes but on fresh sheets. Your phone was plugged in and charging next to a bottle of coconut water. Your throat felt like sandpaper so your chugged the bottle almost choking halfway through when Luke walked into your bedroom.
"What are you doing here?" You sputter trying to remember the previous night.
"Came to check on you." He sat down next to you on the bed sliding over so you're leaning against his chest. "You were wild last night, what got into you?"
"Tequila mostly," you groan, squeezing your eyes shut at the memory.
"I noticed." Luke sounded annoyed but when you looked at him, he smiled down at you. "You seemed upset about something, were you mad at me?"
Fear shot chills through your entire body as you remember why you'd started drinking. You had been angry with him, but it wasn't his fault. You were angry because you were jealous, horny and frustrated from denying your feelings for him. You were pissed at yourself for not being able to say anything, because you knew he didn't feel the same way. You were like a sister to him and you didn't want to destroy what you had.
"I can't remember anything except getting sick, I barely remember getting home," you lie, closing your eyes to avoid looking at him.
"Can you get me another water please?"
You could feel the tension in his body ease for a second as he gave you a little squeeze, "of course, do you want some food or anything else?"
Your stomach twisted at the thought and you shook your head, and you saw the tight expression return to his face. He was clearly annoyed by the whole situation, but dutifully returned with two bottles of coconut water, a Powerade, animal crackers and a banana.
"Wait where did that come from? Did you bring that all with you?" Your brain hurt trying to remember the last time you'd gone grocery shopping.
"Yeah, I thought you might need it. You probably should change, you good on that?" He blushed and busied himself arranging your snacks for you.
You realize you're still in your jumpsuit that zips up the back, worse the room is still swaying.
"Please," you manage to squeak out. "Can you grab my big purple t shirt and I have a pair a grey shorts in my second drawer."
He got your clothes and you put the shirt on over your head letting it rest on your shoulders as he stood you up. You wrapped your arms around him as he unzipped your suit and unclasped your bra. The feeling of his fingers grazing your bare back made you gasp, and you hoped he didn't notice. He pulled back and lowered the oversized shirt as your clothes fell to the floor. He sat you back on the bed and got your feet into your shorts and the two of you worked together to get them up your legs.
"Are you ok?" Luke suddenly looked concerned.
"I'm gonna be sick, I'm sorry," you whispered.
He carried you to the little bathroom connected to your bedroom and held you as you heaved and coughed. You could hear him muttering to himself behind you.
"I'm gonna kill Calum for letting it get this far. He shouldn't have let you drink that much."
"Hey," you protested weakly, "it's not Calum's fault I'm an idiot. He shouldn't have to babysit me. I can handle myself."
"That is obviously not true, look what happened," he scoffed. "Come on, let's get you back to bed."
"Well we can't all have hot girlfriends, that we're constantly fighting with," you complained as he got you settled in comfortably.
"If I didn't know better I'd think you were jealous," he teased. "I thought you two were friends."
"Uh we are, it's just that you two have kind of been fighting a lot lately." You tried to walk it back.
"Don't," he sighed, clearly annoyed again. "Last night we were arguing about you so you weren't the only one pretending. Why can't people just be honest?"
"Was that a dig at me?" You pout at him, getting irritated yourself.
"A little bit, I heard some of what you said to Calum. It sounded pretty serious, but you refused to talk to me. I had to leave because Calum was getting super aggressive, and wouldn't let me see you. He wouldn't let anyone near you actually, except Eva. What the hell was that all about?" Luke's jaw was clenched tight and he was scrolling through Netflix on your bedroom TV, refusing to look at you.
"I don't know why Calum was acting like that," you told himand he shook his head. "Maybe I feel like hot garbage right now and don't want to analyze everything. I'm not even sure why I got so upset. It really is kind of hazy," you used your baby voice and he couldn't help but smile. He put a pillow on his lap and let you rest your head as you started watching TV. He played with your hair and rubbed your back until you were practically purring.
Suddenly you remembered, "wait why were you two fighting about me?" You sat up quickly and regretted it just as fast. Luke steadied you and laid you back down gently. "She thinks we're too close. She never had a problem before but now she says it's different."
"What did she say?" You were fighting sleep and he knew it.
"Get some rest," his fingers grazed your skin, his voice low. "We can talk later, I'm not going anywhere."
When you woke hours later you could hear Luke downstairs in the kitchen and you could smell bacon. Your stomach growled and you reached out for the cookies he'd left for you. Nibbling on them helped but you decided you wanted to try whatever he was cooking. You reached for your phone to text him when you saw several missed calls and messages. Plenty of your friends were at the party and wanted to check up on you but you scrolled down to Eva first.
How's everything with Luke? He was pissed when he showed up this morning. He made me change your sheets before he carried you upstairs, and then made me take them home and wash them. Wtf even happened last night? You were fine and then next thing I know Calum is coming to get me because you're fucking wasted. You were saying some crazy shit last night. If you really feel that strongly you need to tell him bc I heard them fighting. His girlfriend thinks you like him and doesn't want y'all hanging out anymore. Cut that bitch off at the knees babe hmu later so I can tell you about Calum
You texted Luke below he could come back upstairs
Idk what you're cooking but it smells amazing. Can I have a bite? Please?
He answered quickly
I was hoping you'd be hungry. I'll make you a little plate. Drink water
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You smiled, letting yourself enjoy being domestic with Luke for a day. You quickly scroll back down to check the texts from Calum.
You owe me big time. Luke almost swung on me twice. He's furious I let you drink too much and was worried I had a thing for you. Good thing I had Eva walking sideways 😝😝😝
You need to talk to him, there's got to be a reason he's so overprotective. Hmmmm
His gf is looking for him, he's ignoring her to take care of you. Lucky you have such a good friend right?
You answered Calum back listening for Luke
Yeah he's mad at me too, it's not just you
Did he leave? I thought he was staying there?
Yeah he's downstairs making us food
Oh yeah he sounds really pissed lol tell him I said hi
You heard Luke coming up the stairs
Not a chance, gotta go, he's coming
You put your phone back on the charger and scrambled back onto the pillow before he came back into the room carrying two plates. He'd made bacon and eggs for himself but you hated eggs so he'd made you tater tots covered in bacon and cheese with ranch dressing on the side. He was trying not to eat carbs, but always stole bites off your plate insisting those calories didn't count. You put queer eye on Netflix and you sat side by side, propped up with pillows against the headboard while you ate. He claimed not to like the show, but you knew JVN and Karamo were his favorites. He always laughed at you because you always cried watching this show but he also got choked up a bit from time to time. Your leg was pressed against his and your felt his phone vibrating, text after text, call after call and he ignored them all.
"Are you just gonna let everything go to voicemail?" You asked.
"Told you I didn't want to talk about it, got some thinking to do," his voice was hollow and he was really starting to worry you.
"Why won't you talk to me Luke? I don't understand what's going on." You ask finishing your food.
"I don't either," he sighed. "Why didn't you tell me you like someone?"
"What are you talking about?" You decide to admit nothing until you know what he knows.
"One minute you're hanging with Calum and Mikey, dancing and having fun. By the time I see you next you're in tears and crying to Calum about how you can never get him to notice you. That he doesn't look at you that way. How can he be so sexy with those eyes, his body, the way he moves across a room. Why didn't you tell me?" Luke turned big puppy dog eyes on you and your entire body is hot with embarrassment. You don't remember saying that, but you knew exactly who you meant. How are you going to explain yourself?
Luke surprises you when he keeps talking,"I don't want to tell you what to do, but you know how Michael is with women. He's one of my best friends, my brother, but he only wants one thing and you're worth more than that."
You start laughing, unable to believe Luke is so clueless to think you're after Michael. Not that you'd mind a hookup, you'd heard the rumors about how good he was in bed. You were also aware Michael never caught feelings and soon grew bored with any girl he took to bed.
"I'm not into Mikey like that," you told him. "He was going to be a distraction but I got too drunk."
"So who were you crying over, I want to know who's ass to kick." Luke looked relieved but still concerned.
"It's not important now," you tell him. "He has a girlfriend, and he doesn't see me that way."
Luke frowned, opened his mouth to speak before snapping it shut and closing his eyes. He looked back down at you, "if he doesn't see how wonderful you are, then he definitely doesn't deserve your tears." He reached over and squeezed your leg and it jolted through your entire body. You grabbed his empty plate and swung your legs over the side of the bed. It was only when you stood up and the entire room swayed your remembered your pounding head. Luke was up and next to you in a flash.
"No no no sweetie easy," he took the plates out of your hands and sat you back down. "I'll take care of that, drink some water for me." You nodded and complied, feeling your head ease up a bit.
"I need to take a shower," you insisted.
"Fine, I'll do the dishes so you can have some privacy." Luke walked you to the bathroom and made sure you had towels and your big fluffy robe. You were still a bit woozy but slow deliberate movements kept it mostly at bay.
The water felt like heaven against your skin. For several moments you just let it pour over you, hoping it could wash away your feelings. It didn't work, especially when soaping yourself down you imagined for a second not being alone in the shower. What it would be like to have him pressed against you, his hands on your wet skin.
You groaned in frustration because you felt too awful to get yourself off but thinking about Luke in the shower left you incredibly horny. You finished your shower and shut off the water. Wrapped in your robe and with a towel on your head you sat on the edge of your tub to think about everything. You couldn't deny your feelings for Luke any longer, but had no idea what to do about them. You were starting to suspect he was a little conflicted himself. You decided to test that a bit, and made your way back to your room. Despite it being just after six pm you dug through your pajama drawer finding a matching grey tank and shorts set that was girly cute but not obviously sexy, with a pink lace bralette and purple boy shorts underneath. Sitting on your bed you got the bralette and tank top on just fine, but bending over to try and pull up your panties was not happening. You texted Luke downstairs
I need help getting dressed
He came back upstairs quickly his eyes going wide as he realized your predicament.
"Can you please just hook them on my feet and pull them up where I can reach?" You tried sounding irritated but you were super nervous. So was he from the looks of it, he nodded and swallowed before kneeling and carefully looping the underwear over your feet pulling them up until your hands met his just below your knees. The whole time not looking up at you but his eyes fixed on the hem of your shirt as it grazed your thighs. You saw him blink back to reality and abruptly stand up and turn around. You pulled the panties over your hips and sat back up.
"You can turn back around now." You teased him, handing him the shorts when he did. Same thing only this time he let his hands reach your thighs before he stopped, and when took the fabric from his fingers they lingered hovering before brushing the inside of your thigh with the back of his knuckles.
"Your skin is so soft." You barely heard him and you saw him flush red when he realized what he'd said. He stood up just as you leaned forward and smacked his head into yours.
You both yelped in pain and shock before collapsing onto the bed. You lay there almost in tears until Luke started giggling, which is contagious and soon you're both cracking up.
This doesn't help your headache and when he sees you wince he stops laughing and pulls himself over next to you. Resting on his side on one elbow he inspects the small knot forming at your hairline. He presses a kiss to the spot and you look up at him and return the favor, smoothing his curls away from his forehead and ghosting your lips across his skin before lying back down. You feel the tension in the air and you decide to make a move. Until your stomach growls breaking the spell. Luke laughs and pats your belly, "Let's get some dinner and watch a movie."
He carries you downstairs on his back and puts you on the couch so you can order takeout. You already had his order memorized, grilled chicken wrap, no cheese, extra chicken add avocado. You got a chicken pita, extra feta because he always stole some of it. Luke let you pick the movies grumbling when you picked Aladdin yet he always sang along to every song. You would sing with him on the silly songs like "Friend Like Me"and "Prince Ali" , but left the "A whole new world" to him alone, sometimes closing your eyes and just listening to his voice.
The food arrives just as he's finishing the song.
"Ugh I'm starving," he pushes off the couch to answer the door.
He comes back with the food and gets everything set up, winking at you as he immediately stole a big chunk of feta.
The two of you got quiet as you ate, randomly throwing out lines, by the time the movie was over you were both finished and full.
You were getting a bit sleepy so he put Moana on next and laid your head on a pillow in his lap.
As you watched the movie you became distracted by a loose bright yellow thread in the inseam of his shorts. Rubbing your finger along the seam trying to figure out where the pull started you didn't realize what you were doing until Luke snapped "can you just watch the movie?"
You were taken aback by the harsh tone until you felt him reach inner the pillow to adjust himself. Then you decided to push it up a notch toying with the hem of his shorts before resting your hand on his thigh and giving him a little squeeze.
"Thank you for taking care of me today, I appreciate it," you keep your voice low and stretch your legs out a bit letting your shorts ride up. After a few minutes of you moving around Luke finally taps your shoulder.
"I gotta go to the bathroom," he tells you and you sat up, noticing the bulge he tried to hide in his shorts.
When he got back you saw it was gone and he seemed more relaxed. Luke checked the time on his phone.
"I should go before I fall asleep here, and really get myself into trouble." He grins at you and helps you to your feet for a hug.
"Make sure you keep drinking water and no more drinking like that ok. I don't like seeing my girl upset like that, he doesn't deserve it," Luke tilted your chin up to meet his eyes. He looked at you with such warmth and caring you didn't want him to leave but you couldn't make yourself tell him that. "And no Michael, no Calum, you're off limits and they know this "
"You're not my daddy," you pout sticking out your tongue at him. "What are you gonna do about Leila? She knows you've been here all day and she's pissed," you asked him.
His face darkened, "how do you know that?"
You realize Luke hadn't told you that, Calum had. Your expression tells on you and Luke nods, "I'll deal with him tomorrow. You need to get some rest, can you get back upstairs?"
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You nod, "yeah I'm feeling better, you make a good nurse."
"Anything for you sweetheart." He wraps you in a hug again kissing your forehead. "You know you're like family to me "
"Yeah that's the problem." The words are out of your mouth before your realize it and for a second you think they were too muffled for him to hear.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Luke pulls back from you. His eyes searching yours, and you can't believe he's that surprised.
"Break up with your girlfriend and we'll find out." You blurt out the words and instantly want to take it all back. You pulled back and turned away from him, but he stepped up behind you, just like he has a million times before, and squeezed your shoulders while kissing the top of your head.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow." Then he's gone.
You text Eva and she rushes over. The next two hours are a rehashing of every second with Luke as well as more information than you needed about Calum's big dick.
That all happened Sunday. Monday you hadn't heard a word from anyone until Calum texted you after your got home from work.
They broke up, and he's still not talking to me. He even got into it with Michael today telling him you were off limits. What has he said to you?
Nothing, once I told him I didn't want him to think of me like a sister I haven't heard a word. I fucked everything up
You said something? Haha No wonder he's freaking out. I don't think you fucked up, but you definitely hit a nerve. You'll hear from him soon
That was Monday, it was now Wednesday and he still hadn't contacted you aside from liking your posts on social media. You'd even texted him yesterday
Heard what happened, hope you're doing ok. Lmk if you need anything
He'd read it almost immediately but hadn't replied. Michael ended up DM'ing you that night to ask you what happened, and why Luke was trying to warn him off. You had to admit you'd told Luke you found him attractive and thought he'd make a nice distraction from your current problems.
Radio silence stretched until Friday. By the you were a nervous wreck trying to stay busy and not think about it. That just made you think about it more until Luke finally texted you
Hey sorry, I've just been dealing with a lot lately. Tell your mom I said happy birthday, miss ya
You blinked back tears, not because you were hurt, but because you were pissed. What kind of half assed message was that? After what went down Sunday, not to mention waiting five days to contact you in general.
Thanks I'll let her know, going out this weekend, hope to see ya
Prob not but will see
You were stunned at his answer and Calum agreed he was acting like a bitch. Calum and Michael had already convinced you to come out to the club with them Friday. Luke was mad and wouldn't go so you could have fun without worrying about Luke and whatever was going on between the two of you.
You and Eva showed up to the club that night and gave your names at the door. Calum put you on the list for VIP so you went all out. Your black halter top and a silver sequin mini skirt must've looked decent on you given the wicked grin Michael gave you when he saw you. You took a shot from Calum's hand and raised a toast, "to moderation," and you both laughed taking the shot. It was then you saw Luke, sitting in the corner and glaring at you.
"What is he doing here?" You hiss at Calum who shrugs.
"He found out you were coming and suddenly he had to be here. He's mad at us so we're not fucking with him right now. Ignore him, have fun with us."
Eva pulled her onto the floor and they danced together feeling the guys watching them. After a couple songs you wanted a glass of water. Michael was right there, handing you water and flagging down the server so you could order something stronger. You got a tall vodka and cranberry and cozied up to Michael. He was whispering to you and cracking jokes to make you laugh while never getting too handsy or flirty. Calum and Eva were all over each other and you caught Luke's eye as Michael murmured something in your ear. Luke glared at you and you responded by blowing him a kiss.
Luke almost smiled but he looked away, determined to be difficult.
You rolled your eyes and let Ashton lead you out to the dance floor. Music was blasting and you were a decent dancer, and Ashton knew some moves. It was sensual, but not too sexy and you felt he was holding back.
"I thought you were supposed to have hips," you teased him as he turned you three times before bringing you back into him, his fingers lightly resting on your hips.
Accepting the challenge he rolled his hips, thrusting a bit more aggressively against you. Calum noticed and began to cheer you guys on as you danced closer together. You saw Luke stand up. Michael held him back, trying to talk him down, but Luke pushed past him towards where you were.
He cut in and Ashton gave you a wink as he backed away. You kept dancing as if you didn't notice. Luke's fingers dug into your hips as he pressed himself against your back, rocking his hips in time with yours, with his breath hot on your neck. Your fingers entwined with his as you followed familiar steps with your favorite dance partner.
"Come on now, Ashton? What are you thinking? He's worse than Mike. I don't want you being just another one of his girls," Luke snapped.
"You haven't talked to me all week." You shot back. "How am I supposed to know what you want? Besides you're not my father, my brother or my boyfriend so you don't really get an opinion."
"We can work on that." He spun you around, your chest pressed to his staring down at you.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You ask, unable to stop staring at his lips.
"Kiss me and we'll find out." He winked just before his mouth was on yours. His arms circled your waist as your hands crept up his chest feeling his heartbeat race as he kissed you.
You were interrupted seconds later by Calum hugging the two of you, jumping around screaming "I knew it, I knew it."
"Fuck off Calum," Luke snarled and you laughed.
"No way, I'm a fucking matchmaker and I want credit." Calum was smiling at you proudly. "I knew you guys would be perfect together."
Luke laughed and pushed Calum out of the way so he could kiss you again.
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Worlds Apart
Elias/reader: Two vampires, two different mythologies, one big misunderstanding.
Written for my supernatural summer challenge. I chose vampires as my creature and the prompt “I have five bucks and a coupon for this restaurant. Will that be enough to get you to keep quiet?”
Warnings: There’s blood drinking but not in a kinky way lmao they’re vampires so….ya know…..they gotta.
Tagging: @toxiicpop @sporadic-fics @helplessly-nonstop @moxleysbaby @wrestlingfae @renegademustelid @cookiethewriter @concussed-to-pieces @sophiagriff (I just tagged you bc it’s Elias and I know you luv him lmao)
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It was exhausting, being awake and alert at all hours of the day. What you wouldn’t give to be able to get a few hours of sleep, one of the only things you missed about being human. Well, that and the coffee. It had been years since you were turned, left to your own devices after a nomadic vampire decided you looked like a tasty snack but didn’t quite finish you off. Waking up alone, senses elevated, confused? Well, you had definitely had better days.
But that was years ago. In the time since, you’ve learned how to deal with your senses, your seemingly unquenchable thirst for blood. That was the worst part in your eyes. Having to drink from humans, having to kill them purely because you didn’t want to end up siring any other nomads, making them endure this life. Not that it was all bad, of course. The things you’ve been able to see since you require no sleep, just traveling under cloud cover? Those experiences were unbeatable, and you had an eternity to keep finding new things to discover.
Now, though, you were just tired. The small town you were in was quiet, a little too quiet for your liking. The citizens were too trusting, especially when it came to strangers. They had welcomed you with open arms, accepting your admittedly poorly thought out cover story. And now, sitting in the all-night diner, nursing a cup of coffee that was rapidly cooling off thanks to your ice cold hands, you were realizing just how quaint this town truly was.
You hadn’t meant to stop here for long, after all. You were just thirsty, parched even. The dry burning in your throat wouldn’t let up, so you had planned to find some criminal in town, suck them dry and leave before you were ever discovered. This small town offered you no such luck, and the longer you sat at the diner the more perturbed you became. The exhaustion continued to press upon you and you contemplated booking a hotel room if only for the comfort of a bed and the ability to rest your eyes.
You were getting ready to leave the diner, a few bills left next to your still full mug when you saw him. He looked a little haggard, his long hair tied back in a messy bun, a well-worn tank top covered by what looked like scraps of floral fabric. He was juggling something in his hands as he walked oddly quickly by the diner, putting you on high alert. So far, everyone in the town seemed normal, as if they were from a small town in a tv show. This man, however, seemed uncomfortable, suspicious even.
So you decided you had finally found your meal.
Ignoring the idea of a hotel room for the time being, you decided to follow the mysterious man, your footsteps quick but light. As he turned a corner into an alleyway, your pace quickened, venom pooling in your mouth. But what you saw when you turned that very same corner had your mind reeling, swallowing down your venom.
“What the fuck are you doing?” you hissed, looking on at the man in disgust. He had a blood bag, obviously cold if the condensation on it was any indicator, pressed harshly against his mouth, the ripped remains of another on the ground by his feet. Being this close to him, you were able to see he was fairly attractive. You refused to focus on that for long, though, couldn’t tear your attention away from his actions with the blood bag.
“It’s not what it looks like!” he defended, dropping the bag from his face. “I promise.”
“Well it looks like you’re drinking blood from a stolen blood bag, so…” you trailed off, waiting for him to explain himself. Sure, you may have sounded just a touch hypocritical considering you hunt people for their blood and he was just drinking from a blood bag, but the thought of cold blood running down your throat had you shuddering in disgust. Not to mention the fact that there would be no adrenaline rush to come with it, no joy as you hunted your prey.
“Okay, so it is exactly what it looks like,” the man sighed, bringing you out of your reverie. “But, please, don’t say anything.”
“You mean like don’t go to the podunk little hospital and tell them someone has been stealing from what I’m sure is a meager blood supply so they can drink it in an alleyway? You don’t want me to say anything like that?” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to ignore the fact that you could smell the blood warming in his hands, your nose twitching. The dull burn in your throat was starting to get more uncomfortable by the minute, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk away from the man in front of you.
The man growled in frustration, his eyes moving to the half-full blood bag in his hands. With another sigh, he used his free hand to rifle through his pants pockets, coming up with a bunch of folded paper. “Listen. I have five bucks and a coupon for this restaurant. Will that be enough to get you to keep quiet?” His voice was serious, his eyes pleading as he held his hand out towards me.
“I can promise you, that coupon doesn’t mean a single thing to me.” The still-warming blood bag in his other hand, however...Well, that he could definitely interest you in. Not that you’d let him know that, of course. “I would like an explanation, though. A real one.”
His eyes met yours, and you could tell that the contacts you inserted to hide your crimson irises were deteriorating by the second. You could only hope they’d hold on long enough to get an explanation, for your glare to inspire him to answer you.
“Fine. Follow me,” he said before pressing the blood bag to his lips suddenly, sucking it dry. You watched on in shock, wishing you had snatched it from him while you had the chance. He stormed by you, your eyes settling on the drop of blood still on his lip. Quickly, before you had even thought it through, you reached out with your thumb, wiping the drop off his lip before following him closely, ignoring his eyes on you. The moment he looked forward again with a minor shake of his head, you snuck your thumb in your mouth, knowing the meager drop of blood would do nothing to sate your thirst. Rather, it would cause the flames to roar even more. Even still, you couldn’t stop yourself, ignoring the fact you were partaking in the same activities you had questioned this mysterious man about.
Briefly, you realized that you had abandoned your plan to feed on this man. You couldn’t dwell on that thought for long, though. Before you knew it, he was leading you into a house set off from the rest of the city, surrounded by the forest. Wordlessly, he opened the door and let you in, leading you to a large sitting room.
There, the two of you sat in silence, staring at each other.
“So do you plan on telling me what the blood bags in an alley thing was about or are you too afraid?” you asked, finally tired of the excruciating silence. “Is it like...A kinky thing? Because I really try not to judge, but-”
“No, it’s not a kinky thing, what the hell is wrong with you?” At least now the man was talking to you, answering one of your questions. He ran a hand through the hair that escaped his bun with a sigh, refusing to look at you. “I really don’t know how to tell you this.”
“I would really appreciate it if you figured out how to sooner rather than later,” you interrupted. As the time passed you were becoming increasingly aware of the burn in your throat, how it was intensifying. You just needed answers so you could leave this place, find somewhere to hunt, and get out of this town.
“It’s kind of hard to explain,” he said, eyes shooting daggers at you.
“Then just spit it out!” You threw your hands up in the air, standing from the couch and beginning to pace. “I don’t have time for you to dance around your little explanation. I have...pressing matters to attend to.”
“I’m a vampire!” he blurted out, barely allowing you to finish your sentence.
You stopped dead in your tracks, stunned. Your brain was refusing to process his statement, refusing to acknowledge the words he said. There was no way he was a vampire. No way at all. You knew what a vampire was, you were one yourself, and he did not fit the bill. He looked more human than anything, the pink flush of his skin still there. His skin wasn’t cold, like he was sculpted from marble. And his eyes….You could tell the hazel color was natural, not crimson covered by contacts. No, there had to be another explanation.
“That’s impossible,” you finally said, shaking your head.
“I know it sounds that way, that you don’t think creatures like me should even exist, but we’re real. I am a vampire.” He was studying you closely, his eyes full of concern. Idly, you thought he half expected you to pass out, as you were sure any human would have done with confronted with this information.
Instead, you turned to him, eyes settled squarely on his. “No, it’s impossible that you’re a vampire because I am one and you are nothing like me.”
And then the silence returned.
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The two of you spent the rest of the night and well into the morning discussing your lives, introducing yourselves to one another. Elias was quick to tell you his name, telling you he had never heard of other species of vampires that were different from himself. You, of course, had never heard of his species, either, a fact that both concerned and intrigued you at the same time.
Most of the time was spent discussing your hunting habits, a fact that distressed both of you for very different reasons. Elias was disturbed that you murdered humans, preying on the weak that surrounded you in every town you passed through. You were equally disturbed at his consumption of blood bags, but were even more distressed by the fact that the longer your feeding discussion continued, the worse the burning in your throat became.
“So you drink blood. From blood bags?” You still didn’t understand how he could stand to do it. It made no sense in your mind.
“You kill people, so I really don’t see how you can turn your nose up at me. I’m at least being humane!” He argued back. Truthfully, it was admirable of him to find an alternative to killing people. His stock of blood bags was an ingenious way to ensure the safety of the humans he was intent to live around, and he explained that he only stole the two bags you saw him with in the alley because he was too close to attacking a human for his liking.
“But it’s cold,” you whined, staring at the blood bag in his hand. He had retrieved it just moments ago, offering it to you after you explained your thirst to him. “And what about the adrenaline rush you feel when you hunt down your prey? Nothing can match that.”
“What, do you want me to microwave this then toss it out in the yard and let you chase after it? Will that work better for you, princess?” He was obviously openly mocking you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to truly care. Microwaving it might work, actually, and you could find your adrenaline rush in other ways. Like with vampire men that come up with cute little nicknames for you, mere hours after meeting each other.
No, no, no. You couldn’t be thinking like that. You had to prepare yourself to move on from here, and quickly. This town already had one vampire in it, it didn’t need another. And it’s not like you wanted to settle down, you’ve never stayed in a town more than a few days at most. Elias wouldn’t change your mind about that.
Even if he was incredibly endearing in an annoying way. And looked better than any other man, either human or vampire, that you had ever run across. Maybe life with him wouldn’t be so bad, after all….
But no. You had to focus on the issue at hand. First, figuring out if blood from a blood bag, while warmed, would sate your thirst. After that, you needed to be on the road again, as far away from this town as possible. That’s what your focus needed to be on.
Until, that is, you got distracted by the sun rising in the sky.
“So, the sun. What do you do about it so you can blend in with the humans in town?” you asked, highly intrigued. While there seemed to be plenty of cloud cover the day before, you weren’t sure if that was normal for this town.
“I can’t go out in the sun,” Elias replied, quirking an eyebrow at you.
You laughed, standing up from the couch you had settled on throughout the night and leading him to the door. “Here, let’s go outside. I wanna show you something.”
He took one glance out the window before looking at you incredulously. “What? No thank you, dying wasn’t on my agenda today.”
“What do you mean? You won’t die, just come on.” Gesturing towards the door, it was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to join you.
“No! I’m not dying today!” His voice hit a shrill octave you never expected from him, and that’s when it hit you - he thought you’d turn to dust.
“Then look out the window!” With a laugh, you pulled his arm to get him off the couch. “Jesus, you try to show some ungrateful twerp your sparkle and this is how they treat you,” you muttered under your breath before pointing at the patch of sun in the middle of the lawn and opening the front door. His eyes reflected his worry, and you could tell he was expecting the worst - you immediately bursting into flames in the middle of the afternoon. It was nice of him to worry, you supposed, but not at all necessary.
When you stepped outside, the shade from the overhang on the porch kept the sun’s rays from hitting you, and you looked back through the open door at Elias. He was stressed, tense, his fists clenched at his sides. With a sly grin, you stepped out from under the porch and walked to the patch of lawn you had pointed out to him before. The sun warmed your ice cold skin just barely and you knew before you ever looked at him that Elias was going to be focused on the way your skin shimmered in the light and he didn’t disappoint. When you finally looked at him, turning your face away from the sun, his jaw was dropped and he wasn’t blinking as he took in the sight before him. With a giggle, you turned slowly, arms out to your side to give him a little show.
“Get in here,” he called out to you, moving from the window to the open door of his house. He made sure to stay out of the reach of the sun’s rays, his eyes still focused on you. “We don’t want you blinding the wildlife out there, princess.” Elias had a smile on his face, holding out a hand to you as you crossed the yard back to him, a smile you couldn’t help but reciprocate.
“Isn’t it exciting to see?” you asked, almost breathless from the exhilaration of being able to show someone what the sun did to your skin. “I wish I could be out in the sun more often.”
Elias’s hand grasped yours as you walked through the open door, closing it behind you before allowing him to lead you back to the comfort of his living room. “That was...amazing,” he told you, squeezing your hand before letting it fall to the couch cushion between the two of you. “I’ve never heard of anything like that, never seen it before.”
“We don’t really go around showing it to people, ya know,” you laughed, feeling as comfortable in that moment than you ever had before. “And since you did something that made you so weary for me, I’ll do something for you. Hand me that blood bag.”
Elias looked startled, confused. “You don’t have to do that, really. Showing me that...That was enough for me.”
“Still,” you began with a shake of your head. “I’d like to try it. If it’s good enough for you, I’m sure it will be good enough for me.”
“I can microwave it for you,” he offered, grabbing the blood bag he had left on the table before I dragged him to the window. “If that would be better for you, that is.”
“I can try it like this, I promise.” Without further ado, you grabbed the bag from his hands gently, studying it for a moment before biting into it.
The experience wasn’t as bad as you made yourself believe it would be. Sure, you would have much preferred drinking from a living human, feeling that warmth they provided, but this was...Easier, in a way. You didn’t have to deal with the guilt that came with killing someone, with ending a life. And if you had your own personal stash, you would be able to settle down like Elias had done. Maybe even with Elias, came the creeping thought in your head. You had to mentally shake yourself free of that thought. You had only known Elias for a day, a long and life changing day, but still a day. And who’s to say he even felt the same way about you, if you even knew what the feelings you had for him were. There was just something about him that drew you in, that made you feel as if you should stay as close to him as you possibly could. But no, you couldn’t do that. You had your own life and he had his, a fact that would remain long after you left this place.
By the time you worked through jumping all your own mental hoops, you realized the blood bag in your hand was empty and Elias was looking at you expectantly.
“Now I know why offering you the coupon to that restaurant was a bad idea,” he laughed, watching as you lowered the blood bag from your mouth. All you could do was smile back at him, laughing along with him until you noticed his eyes had softened, still focused on your face.
There was something about his gaze that made your unbeating heart feel like it was leaping to life in your chest, and you awkwardly cleared your throat before stepping back, breaking the spell. “I, um, appreciate it. Really,” you told him, gesturing to the blood bag you still had in your hand. “But I guess I should be going now.”
“Stay,” he said suddenly, reaching out to grab your wrist as you turned from him. Your eyes met his, confusion evident on your face. “Now you have an alternative to hunting people, you know? And I, I mean...I might not completely understand where you’re coming from, considering we’re two very different vampires but...Maybe sticking together would be good for us.”
“You want me to stay? Here? With you?” For some reason, your brain was having trouble keeping up with his words, the meaning behind them. He wanted you to stay. This mysterious man you were all too ready to hunt for food yesterday wanted you to stay. No one had ever wanted you to stay with them before, even if you had tried to get a group of nomads to accept you into their folds.
Elias took your questions to mean you didn’t want to, weren’t even interested in staying with him. The worry was evident on his face, his brows creasing as his eyes grew sorrowful. “I just thought - never mind. Don’t worry about it. You obviously don’t have to stay if you don’t want. I understand. I just figured you might like not having to hide yourself anymore. My house is far enough away from people, you can go out in the sun all you want. And I can help you get used to a new diet - if you’d like to try it, at least. But you don’t-”
“I’ll stay,” you said suddenly, interrupting his tirade.
“What?” he asked, eyes wide.
“I’ll stay,” you repeated, dropping the bag in your hand and launching yourself into his arms. “I’ll stay.”
#supernatural summer challenge#elias samson fic#elias samson fanfic#fuck what do I tag my fics#wwe fic#wwe fanfic#anyways I finally wrote a fic so yeehaw
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Call Call Call (Yoon Jeonghan)
Good evening! It’s a late post but it’s a post! (also who’s ready for Getting Closer music video tomorrow bc I am not okay onto goblin) -Erin
8.
8 phone calls.
That’s how many you had received today.
*
The first one was when you woke up. How Jeonghan had known exactly when you had managed to wake up, you still didn’t know. He always swears that you have a connection somehow, causing him to know just when you happened to wake up. Your eyes had barely opened when you heard the familiar ringtone. It wasn’t a long call, just long enough for him to wake you up, and start screaming into the phone. You giggled as he rolled off things you needed to do before you left for work. If he hadn’t been on tour and in another time zone, you know he would be far too tired to actually do this in the morning. He quickly ended it, having to run off to some event. You barely got 2 words in, but found yourself giggling after he hung up, suddenly wide awake.
*
The second was as you made breakfast. Your toast had just popped up when you heard the ringtone again. Smiling, you answered.
“You realize you just called me like, a half hour ago, right?” You smiled, and you heard a sigh and then a scream. “Uh… What was that?”
“Nothing, DK and Joshua are trying to rap battle again.” Jeonghan said, sounding annoyed but a small laugh escaping. “Listen, you have chop sticks shaped like light sabers right?” You froze for a second.
“Uh, yeah?” You opened the drawer, revealing the themed utensils. “Why?”
“Could you possibly send me a picture of them? No one believes that you’re that much of a nerd.”
“Well now I won’t.” You pouted, knowing full well that he couldn’t actually see you.
“Please? I’m sorry you’re not a nerd. Well, you are but you’re a cute nerd. In fact you are the most adorable nerd I’ve ever met.”
“Well played Han. Well played.” You laughed, pulling out the chop sticks. “Yeah, I’ll send you a picture in a bit. You could have texted me about this, you know?”
“...Yeah well you know. Thank you dearie.” You grinned as you heard the line click, starting to pull up the camera on your phone.
*
The third time he called you was shortly after lunch, and this time you were surprised to see it was a video call. Your job was slow, so your coworker agreed to let you go take the call, saying they would come get you if they needed you.
“Hey, what’s up?” You said, and were greeted with Jeonghan’s smiling face. His eyebrows lifted when he saw your uniform.
“Oh shoot, you’re at work! I can call you later!”
“No, no it’s okay! You called at the perfect time. What’s going on?” You smiled at him, and he looked to his side sheepishly.
“Well uh… Now this feels silly.”
“What?” He switched the camera view, and suddenly a big fluffy dog and Seokmin appeared on your screen.
“We wanted to show you this dog. It kind of reminds me of you, so Seokmin suggested I call you and show you.” You heard him say as Seokmin made the dog wave at the camera.
“Sweetie… Do you know who’s dog that is?” You asked, slightly concerned. The camera shifted to a nice couple, who both waved at the phone.
“Uh, these people? We saw them on a walk and you know, we see a dog…”
“Oh my god, you two be careful!” You laughed, and soon you saw Jeonghan’s face smiling back at you.
“We make no promises.” He smiled, and you heard Seokmin scream about something, distracting Jeonghan’s attention. It couldn’t have been so bad, because Jeonghan was still smiling.
“Okay, I have to go back to work. You tend to… that.” You said, getting ready to end the call.
“Okay! Work hard! Love you!” He yelled just before ending the call. You shook your head, heading back up to your coworker.
*
The fourth time was as you got out of work. You were walking to your car when your phone started to ring, and you smiled at the picture of you and Jeonghan on your screen.
“Hey babe, what’s up?” You said into the phone.
“Snuck to the bathroom really quick. You’re getting out of work, right?” He asked, and you grinned.
“Yeah, I’m walking to my car now. Is that the only reason you called?”
“Well, I usually pick you up from work, or call if I can’t leave the studio. I actually had an alarm set for about 2 minutes ago to call you.” He laughed, and you shook your head.
“Well thank you. I feel so much safer walking to my car talking to someone currently in another country.” You said, and you could feel the look Jeonghan was making right now.
“Why are you so sassy to me. What did I do to you?” You laughed out loud.
“Says the resident goblin of this relationship.” You added, and you heard Jeonghan gasp.
“Listen, I’d much rather kiss you when I get back, not fight you. So choose your words carefully, princess.”
“The goblin and the princess. Sounds like a bad children’s story.”
“Excuse you, it’s the greatest children’s story.” He defended, and you grinned, getting into your car.
“Alright, I gotta drive now. Go actually work, goblin.”
“Anything you say, princess.” He said, and then you put down your phone, shaking your head.
*
The fifth call was a telemarketer. Not really anything to report here.
*
The sixth one was as you made dinner, and wasn’t what you expected when Jeonghan’s caller ID came up.
“Before you say anything gross, this is Hoshi.” Soonyoung said, causing you to raise an eyebrow.
“Hey Soon, what’s up?” You asked, slightly concerned.
“Nothing bad!” He said quickly, and you relaxed a bit. “Your boyfriend is being annoying, do you know the best place to tickle him?” He asked, and you giggled.
“Y/N! DON’T TELL HIM ANYTHING!” You heard in the background, and then you heard giggling, no doubt from Soonyoung.
“Please!” Soonyoung called, and you laughed. You thought about it for a second, then smirked.
“Aim for his sides.” You said, and then you heard a gasp and then loud laughter screaming.
“Y/N! I am going to get you when I get back!” You heard Jeonghan yell, and Soonyoung just laughing.
“Hannie, aim for the back of the neck, he’ll curl right in. Good luck!” You said, hanging up the phone, but not before hearing more screaming.
*
The seventh call was your mom. Again, not much to report. Usual mom stuff.
*
The eighth call woke you up. You squinted at your clock, confusion in your brain. It was Jeonghan calling, but it was 4 in the morning where he was. You hadn’t even realized you had fallen asleep.
“Hey.” You groggily said, rubbing your eyes and stretching your shoulders.
“Oh shoot, were you asleep?” He said, and you shook your head, then realized you were on the phone.
“Not really. Just a small nap. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You yawned, finally starting to wake up.
“I can’t sleep. I’m currently in the hotel lobby. Didn’t want to wake up Seok.”
“Babe, you have a big day tomorrow, you should get some sleep.”
“It’s okay, I’m good.” He added, but you couldn’t help but notice a yawn sound coming from him.
“So why are you calling?” You asked, leaning back onto your couch again. There was a brief pause, and you furrowed your eyebrows together. “Jeonghan?”
“Sorry…” He laughed, and you relaxed a bit. “I called because uh…” he said, pausing again.
“Hannie?” You asked, thinking he fell asleep.
“Yeah, I’m still here.” He responded. “I guess… I don’t really know why I called. I miss you. I just… needed to hear your voice, I guess.” He said, and you felt your face burn. Leave it to Jeonghan to make you flustered from across the world.
“I guess that’s an okay reason.” You said, and heard him chuckle.
“So, how was your day?” He asked, leading into a conversation about your day, then him explaining his day. After about a half hour, you noticed your own eyelids starting to droop. On the other end, you could hear the tired in Jeonghan’s voice.
“You sound tired, so I’m going to let you go to sleep.” He said, and you sighed.
“Only if you go to sleep.” You countered, and you could imagine him rolling his eyes.
“I’m already back at the room. I’ll call you later, okay?”
“You better, because we don’t do this enough.” You said, and got a tired laugh out of Jeonghan.
“Okay, go to sleep.”
“Good night goblin.” You sat up. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Thanks for staying up.”
“Thanks for calling. Good night.”
“Good night, princess.”
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Princess x Dragon headcanon bc what else do I do with my life?
His father warned him of humans, beasts who would lure you in with their fake smiles and kind words if given a chance to do so. That their hugs were filled as an opportunity for them to stab an unsuspecting creature in the back. There were tales of the dark ages, when humans and dragons fought, allies with inherited magic turning their back on their masters to side with their native race. Gone into hiding after the Dragon King Festival had ended, their lives spent apart for over four hundred years.
Natsu liked to explore, away from home and from the prying eyes of his cousin, yearning to see the world outside of their marked coven. He snuck away whenever his parents had gone hunting, returning with just enough time left to seem as though he’d been brawling with Gajeel all day. He never went too far, flying quick and low into the neighboring woods, strolling in a similar but smaller dragon form. He liked the different scents floating in the air, finding flowers, not near his home, fruits he’d never tasted before, showing down a wolf to prove himself as the alpha. He was careful, never near a village, never near a path he knew the humans traveled. If there was ever any trouble, he was off in a flash, never daring to look back if there were humans who’d be out for his scales. Pelts of war, his father would say.
On this particular day, he made his way to a lake he had heard elders talking about, one that sparkled brighter than the sun under a full moon. It was risky to stay away from his home at night, but Igneel and Grandine had gone for elk beyond the mountains so it wouldn’t have been till the next weekend they’d come home. Natsu had an affinity for the more shiny things in life, he was a dragon, after all, his tail swishing just thinking about the glittered water. He flew, hidden above the clouds and down under the large treetops, no town or village close enough to be on his radar. He happily trotted through the empty woods, curling into a comfortable ball once he reached the water's edge. There was still time before the sun would set, the dragon letting his eyes flutter shut, napping while he waited for the wonder to appear.
It was light, the sound of her voice as she hummed, stirring his more than sensitive senses. He was cautious, opening one eye to see a girl on the other side of the lake. The clouds were now a mix of purples and oranges, sun almost out of sight. Her toes waded in the water, eyes glued to the rippling surface; she hadn’t noticed him yet. He stayed still, in the dark, probably looking like a rock to her. Women, his father told him, were the most vicious of their kind. They could fake a smile through any pain, used it to gain their wants and needs, to hide their malice as they took your life. Kindness so ripe only to bitter the tongue with their hidden lies if one was foolish enough to take a bite.
He was scared, sure, swore he wouldn’t take his eye off her. But he wouldn’t wait a month and risk coming back here just because a girl had found her way into these thick woods. It was strange seeing her, dressed in fine silk and embroidery, no guard by her side to acknowledge her status as a lady or royal. His ears tuned in to the forest around them; no one else around for miles.
She sat in a small patch of wildflowers, twisting them into a crown to wear, song still vibrating lightly as she placed it atop her head. She whispered for her mother as she looked towards the sky, the moon beginning its cycle. Her finger traced and connected the constellations, Natsu following her movements as she did so. He knew them well, was taught them by way of navigating his home below the mighty Draco if he ever got lost.
He flinched as she suddenly wept, unsure of how or why she would be, curious as to why such a beast seemed so frail. For a moment, he felt drawn to her side, to help her, because maybe she was lost. These were very dense woods that lacked any safe berry bushes to eat from, and territorial animals were only a wrong path away. He felt a whine build in his throat, unsure of what to do, instead choosing to merely watch as the moon came above the lake as his elders said it would. Its light reflected brightly against the surface of the water, almost blinding when it first appeared. It lit up whatever lied underneath, hidden crystals or bioluminescent algae, that made the water glow a truly auspicious hue. He smiled, for this was the wonder he was genuinely excited to see, reigning in his happiness before his tail began to wag.
She smiled as well as it lit up, gracefully wiping her tears with a handkerchief, stepping further into the shallow water to observe up close. He flinched as the sound of a twig breaking nearby stole his attention, eyes darting to the line of the trees northwest of his location. Eyes well adjusted for the dark landed on an older, mean looking wolf snarling upon sight of the girl. She didn’t notice, too busy humming and twirling on the shore, stuck momentarily in her own world. Panic rose in his chest as the wolf neared her, slowly stalking its prey, teeth sharp and certainly making an aim for the neck she displayed without much of a thought. He kept to his feet, breath rapid as he tried to hurry his decision. She was human, humans were evil, so he shouldn’t interfere with nature taking its course. But she was lovely. Even from afar he knew her beauty was one no dragon back on Tenrou could match. And she was sad, the tears that spilled from her eyes beckoned him to aid her, gripped his heart and forced him to his knees. The human had wormed her way inside him like an infection caught in the wind. The warnings his father gave him had been right, humans were dangerous beings.
He flashed into his more humanistic form, desperate to move as the wolf reared its pounce. She caught sight of the wild mutt, body still as a faint gasp left her lips. Fire boosted from his feet as he shot across the water, rearing his fist as it attempted its kill. He snarled as the animal fell to the ground, challenging it with a thick growl. Natsu’s scales and fire crawled up his skin, scaring the savage thing into submission with its tail between his legs.
The dragon huffed as he calmed his aura, cautious as the breath of the girl behind him pulled him away from his sudden anger. He was slow to face her, dread filling the pit of his stomach as he met her shaking eyes. Natsu watched her chest heave, hands clasped tightly as she held them close to her. He wanted to run, knew he should run away from the human who he was sure would try to kill him.
They stared at each other for quite some time, the lake illuminating each other’s features, either too scared to speak. The dragon felt clammy, feeling hot when he’d never so much as broken a sweat under the cape of his flames. Her eyes were doe and kind, full and a deep shade of brown. Her scent wafted in the wind, sweet, inviting, and warm. Natsu felt his scales bristle at his attraction for the human, Igneel’s words suddenly at the back of his mind.
“Thank you...” He gulped as she began crying again, the gravity of the situation quickly falling to her shoulders. His hands moved without thought, wiping the tears he so strangely despised.
“Go home, it’s not safe out here,” He mumbled, still holding her cheeks, impressed by their softness.
“But...the wolves...” She blushed as he toyed with her, serious eyes seemingly taking all that he could of her in.
“I’ll take care of them,” An instinct bubbled in his chest as he let her go, somehow sick at the idea of allowing her to leave.
Natsu paced in annoyingly rapid circles, his cousin near ready to knock him on his ass. It had been almost a week since his encounter with the human girl, his experience unlike the tales the ancestors had spun. He feared this is what they warned him of, their control powerful enough to fill his mind with constant thoughts of themselves. His nose tracked her faint scent, hundreds of miles away but it followed him like a ghost. Gajeel found himself a bit worried when the flame brain kept mumbling to himself and hadn’t bothered to fight him since the night he snuck off.
“Alright,” The metal dragon grunted as he dragged the shorter boy off into the woods. “The hell is going on with you?”
“I can’t say,” He frowned, ignoring the deep glare the other sported.
“I’ll go tell the others you sneak off the island all the time, so fess up Salamander. You’ve been driving me crazy with your annoying ass grumblin’.”
Natsu knew of the consequences if he dared to tell the truth, trusting his cousin better than the sure punishment of his adventures being leaked to the adults.
“I met a human,” He sighed, cringing as the color drained from Gajeel’s features. “She was about to get eaten by a wolf—I couldn’t just watch! I-I don’t know what happened...we only spoke for a minute...she’s all I can think about, all I can smell...I can’t stand being away from her!”
“You gotta go kill her,” He said seriously, gripping Natsu’s shoulders as he growled. “This is exactly what Metalicana and Igneel warned us about! She’s infected you with a curse!”
“A curse...” It made sense, ability humans were sure to possess to lure him in with obsession. “Can it be undone? I...I don’t know if I can hurt her.”
“That’s the curse talkin’, a human would never reverse their magic to save you. I say get her before she gets you. Leave before it gets any later, I’ll cover for you,”
Natsu was almost too eager to take off towards the setting sun, snout leading him in the direction of the human witch who was probably waiting for him to arrive. It stung, the thought of having to burn her to a crisp to save his sanity, thinking the girl too precious. More than anything he wanted to wrap her in his arms and coo her to sleep, protect her from outside dangers, hoard her and keep the blonde to himself. He shook his head of these crippling thoughts as he slowed his approach to her home. It was a lone tudor castle in the middle of the woods they had first met. It was old, practically falling apart, deserted if not for the girl locked away inside. He landed on her balcony, quickly shifting as he was unsure the structure could hold the entire weight of his dragon form.
He watched through the window, too nervous to attempt walking in uninvited. The maiden just emerged from her bath, fluffy towel falling to the floor as she stood in front of her armoire, slowly shuffling through her collection of nightgowns. His breath caught in his throat, eyes raking over the lithe curve of her body, uncomfortable as he continued to watch her in secret.
“I...I can’t...” He whined, unable to follow through and confront her as his cousin suggested. Her curse was too strong and pulled at his heart, wanting to run away but couldn’t find it in him to leave again. He sat and waited in the shadows as he heard her clothes shuffle on, the creak of her bed as she ducked underneath the covers. The dragon anxiously chewed on his thumb as the change to speak to her slipped away, her breath steady and even as she fell asleep.
It had been hours until he forced himself inside her bedroom, instantly dropping to his knees as her aroma overcame his senses. The curse choked him, pulling him immediately to her side to smother his nose where it centered. He was grateful for her heavy sleeping habits, lost in himself as he practically climbed on top of her. He purred and nuzzled against her cheek, holding her close as he sat above her blankets, a whine thick in his throat. His sharp canine bit into his bottom lip, breath ragged as he stared intensely at her sleeping face. Gajeel’s words floated through his mind for a moment, and he saw his chance to rip away at her while she slept. His cheeks flushed as she mewled in her sleep, squirming underneath him as she adjusted herself. Her spell was too strong, he couldn’t even think about raising a hand against her, she was too precious. The dragon licked his lips, shaking as he dipped closer to meet her own. Eyes fluttered shut as he indulged in her flavor, heart beating wildly even with such a quick kiss.
“A dream...?” The girl woke up with flustered cheeks, clutching her blanket close to her chest as she slowly sat up, the room empty just as it had been before she fell asleep.
“Natsu, where have you been?” His mother scolded him as he came through the trees of his home, jumping as his parents glared at him.
“We got home last night, and you weren’t here, what’s going on?” His father said as he crossed his arms. Gajeel said you were on the other side of the island, we couldn’t find you.”
“Sorry, I was just explorin’,” The pink haired boy mumbled as he pushed past them, cringing as Grandine pulled him back.
“Your scent...” His face paled as she caught a whiff of his scent, Igneel curious to smell him as well. “Eh? Natsu, you’ve imprinted?”
#yee this will have a sequel#nalu#fairy tail#fairy tail nalu#nalu fairy tail#natsu and lucy#lucy and natsu#lucy x natsu#natsu x lucy#natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#nalu fanfiction#nalu fan fiction#nalu fanfic#nalu fan fic#nalu dragon x princess
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Assassin// pt. 3
Synopsis: Luke confronts his target with the help of y/n and her secret weapon.
Can you tell I’m not good at synopsis’?? that was god awful just read the god damn fic ok
Pairing: Slow burn bestfriend!Luke x reader
Warnings: None besides my lack of proofreading.
Word Count: 1.9 k
Notes: Im so so sorry this took so long to write life has been all over the place for me at the moment.
part 1 and part 2 here!!
also i cant stop staring at calum leaning back on michaels arm and just wow what couple goals. and also ashton glaring back at them bc michaels touching his man.
*****
As the number of players dwindled down Luke was beginning to become more and more anxious. I better not mess up now, like I usually do, Luke was thinking, lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. I need another win. At least I’ve won twice, unlike Y/N.
Y/N. Fuck. She(He/they, idk who you are) is so focused on winning this year, it’s adorable. Part of me, the part that can’t stop thinking about her smile, or her laugh, or the way she says my name, wants to help her win; even if that means I lose. But the logical side of me is telling me that’s stupid, she hasn’t even shown she likes me back.
But she did kiss me on the cheek earlier today. Thinking about it made Luke’s heart clench tightly, a small smile at the memory tracing his lips. But she’s done that before, it probably wasn’t anything special, just a way of saying thanks. Luke reasoned with himself. But this one was different, it felt different. And she left so quickly afterwards. Was she nervous? Does she feel the same?
Luke shook his head, his feelings getting the best of him. He should be focusing on how to get Calum out. He’ll deal with you later. Luke turned on his side, trying to get more comfortable in the hopes of finally finding sleep. After a long while, he drifted off to dream, the feeling of your soft lips against his cheek never leaving his mind, no matter his state of consciousness.
*****
Luke woke early that morning to the sound of his phone ringing loudly. He quickly reached over to his nightstand, his heart clenching when he saw your name flash across the screen.
He ran a hand through his curls, even though you couldn’t see him, before pressing the ‘answer’ button.
“Yea?” he answered, his voice hoarse from his sudden awakening.
“Hey,” you replied, trying your best to not focus on how low and gruff his morning voice sounded. Damn it, he’s gonna be the death of you.
“Whya calling me so early?” he asked. “Not that I’m mad or anything, just like, wondering,” Luke cringed internally at his awkwardness, but thankfully enough you giggled.
“Well we’ve got Calum to get out, don’t we? Times a tickin’.“
Luke chuckled. “God damn, Y/N. You really wanna win this year, huh? You know this game could go on for weeks, really.”
You shrugged. “So what if I wanna be victorious a bit early?”
“Fair enough,” Luke agreed, “But what’s the plan? I can tell you’ve already made one up.”
You smirked mischievously. “Open up your door and find out,”
*****
Luke’s eyes widened. He didn’t know you were already here. He quickly rushed out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants before looking himself in the mirror and splashing water on his face.
He jumped to his door, opening up to see you and a guest waiting, smiling at each other. Luke’s jaw dropped, disbelief riding over him that you would go this far.
There in front of him stood Mali-koa, Calum’s sister, who he hasn’t seen in well over six months.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me, Y/N,” Luke laughed, bring Mali in for a hug. She laughed along with him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Once they stepped back from the hug, Luke ushered you two into his apartment, still in disbelief you’d go as far as to fly in Mali for this game.
Luke flopped on the couch, jiggling his knee in excitement, “I see you have brought a secret weapon,”
Mali laughed at that. “Is that all I am to you?”
The two of them dove into conversation, catching up like old buddied. They had grown up together, so seeing each other was always a pleasant occasion.
Meanwhile, you were a bit too busy trying to distract yourself with your phone to get your mind off of Luke, who was sitting two feet away. Shirtless.
It’s not like you haven’t ever seen him shirtless before, it just caught you off guard. Here you are trying to organize a plan to help him yet you could not stop staring at the line of silver necklaces that laid against his broad chest.
Mali and Luke’s conversation had drifted to this year’s game of Assassin. He had started to ask her about the plan, but apparently she didn’t know, either.
This led to you, the Puppet Master, if you will. You began to explain the plan, a rather simple one compared to the amount of work(going through trash) it took to get Michael and Ashton out. For this one, you really just get to sit back and watch the plan unfold.
*****
It started with a text. A short, quick one from Mali to Calum. Hey there, lil bro. Want a surprise gift?? You smirked as Mali sent it, waiting for Calum’s reply.
It did not take long for the response. Calum texted back a quick what? and just like that the plan was in action.
Mali revealed what was happening, or what Calum would think was happening. Wellll, I may or may not be in LA right now to visit you...
You giggled, knowing already that Calum won’t be able to turn this down. You kind of felt bad, taking advantage of Calum’s family connection just to win a game, or in this case for Luke to win, but to be fair, the Hoods were an easy-going family; And technically, you didn’t specifically tell Mali too come here to help trick her brother into losing, you more so just knew she was planning on visiting her brother soon and suggested she fly on the closest available day possible.
Mali boarded the next possible flight right after you two talked, knowing it’d be hilarious to not only trick Calum, but get to brag about it afterwards. And hey, she gets to see her brother, who she hadn’t seen in ages.
Calum started screaming at Mali over text, clearly showing his excitement over her being here. After countless texts, blowing up Mali’s phone, she suggested the two meet up. Calum immediately agreed.
They agreed to meet at a bar that was close to Mali’s hotel, the plan setting in place perfectly.
Luke started to get giddy with excitement, tricking his best friend bringing his great joy. He couldn’t believe he fell for this so easily.
Right when the three of you were getting ready to walk out the door, Mali’s phone rang.
“Shit, it’s Calum.” Mali answered the call, her bright face slowly falling. “Gimme a minute, ok?” she told the caller.
She put her hand over her phone, blocking out her next words. “He fucking remembered the game. He’s asking if I can just meet up with him at his place.”
Your face fell, the thought of the plan failing hitting you hard. But you did not get Mali to fly all the way over here just for a family reunion. Nuh-uh, Luke was going to get Calum out.
Luke was as determined as you are. “Tell him his place is really far from your hotel, you’re tired.”
Mali quickly reiterated the lines, going on about how much she did just to get here. Calum hesitated, but reluctantly agreed.
“Fine, just don’t post anything about where we’re gonna be. And for the love of god Mali, don’t you dare fucking talk to Luke,” he said before hanging up the phone.
Mali laughed, the adrenaline of this plan settling in. “Let’s go get that bastard out.”
*****
Kicking it in the passenger seat of Luke’s rental car was by far the easiest part of the night. The three of you had driven over to the bar, but you had stayed in the car, locked in and safe away from Calum, your attacker.
Meanwhile, Mali had walked into the bar, where she waits for her brother. Luke, on the other hand, was waiting in the men’s room, waiting for the queue from you to run and get Calum.
It wasn’t long until you saw Calum’s car pull up to the bar, right next to the rental. You slumped down in your seat, keeping your eyes trained on Calum’s body as he walked quickly into the bar, his head checking behind his shoulder, paranoid that Luke was here. And, oh boy, should he be.
You called Luke on facetime, wanting him to film when he got Calum out. He answered from the boys bathroom, and automatically knew what you were calling for. Excitement took over his features, and your heart warmed at his smile. You smiled back, and told him Calum had just entered the bar.
He kept you on facetime as he quietly opened the bathroom door and tiptoed his way around the wall, peaking around to see Mali and Calum hugging. Mali was smiling over his shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around her brother, and as she opened her eyes she made eye contact with Luke, sending him a quick thumbs up.
Right as they were pulling away from the hug, Luke ran up from behind, placing both hands on Calum’s shoulders. Calum looked behind him, bewildered, before realization struck.
“Fuck, No! You’ve gotta be kiddin me!” Calum wailed. Luke broke out in a fit of laughter, you along with him. Mali giggled as well, wrapping her arm around her brother’s shoulders.
“Sorry, lil bro, Y/N’s got a devious brain, that one” Mali remarked, making you laugh harder over the phone.
“Fuck you, Y/N” Calum laughed. “I was planning to get you out tomorrow,”
“Well not anymore!” Luke hollered, ecstatic over his win.
“Well now you’ve gotta go up against her,” Calum reminded him, crossing his arms.
Mali laughed. “Good luck with that, she seems pretty determined this year.”
“Now get out of here, let me enjoy some time with my sister without you asshole” Calum said.
Luke said his goodbyes, before looking to you on facetime. “Alright, we only have the one car. So I say, I’ll drive us to my home, we can kick it there. No attacking the other. The game will start again tomorrow. Deal?” Luke questioned.
“Deal,” you agreed. “Let’s order some food.” you said, before hanging up and waiting for him to come back to the car.
Before he entered the rental, he reminded you of your deal, as if you didn’t just make it 30 seconds ago.
“Yes, I understand. Now just take me home. I’m tired.” you replied, the adrenaline from your plan succeeding wearing off.
He got in the car, a small smile still on his face, making you smile a bit, too. You leaned against the car window, admiring the man seated next to you. You two drove in comfortable silence, until he finally said: “Thank you for today. The plan and stuff, it was- it was really cool.” He smiled, turning his eyes away from the road to face you.
You smiled back, keeping eye contact until he had to face the road again. You kept looking at him, until you slowly drifted off to sleep in the passenger seat, only coming to consciousness once more later. When Luke had tucked you into his bed, pressing a small kiss to your forehead, the feeling of his soft lips on your forehead becoming engrained into your memory.
*****
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Formers (part 1)
(i had to repost it bc i accidentally deleted the original. It also gave me the chance to correct some of my grammar mistakes, so if you didn't understand the original part 1, you can read that instead) (you can ask me what happened in this part if u still didn't understand my shitty writing, don't be shy!)
The fic is based on a dream I had. Thanks brain.
Warnings for this chapter: grammar mistakes, passing out.
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The squashed paper flew in the air and met the corner of the two walls, falling down into the garbage can.
“Score!” Lance shouted and pushed his legs down from the table, making his chair turn in it’s place, thanks for it having wheels. Hunk pulled down the book he was reading and gave Lance a disappointed look.
After the chair finally stopped turning and Lance’s vision focused on the now-not-spinning room, he noticed Hunk’s glare.
“Oh come on Hunk!” Lance threw his arms in the air with a hurtful look. “You know I can’t focus with that shit, it’s soooo boring!!” Hunk sighed and pulled the book up in front of his face. “I know buddy, but we gotta pass this test. It’s important.”
Lance grunted. “Why do we need to learn math anyway?” He mumbled under his breath and turned back to his desk. He faced down the book, and glared on the opened notebook next to it.
So many numbers.
“Nope.” He turned the chair around and got up, walking out of the room. “Where are you going?” Hunk pulled the book down once again, leaning forward to look out into the hallway, searching for any sign of Lance. “I’m going to get me a coffee!!” He heard Lance speak loudly from the kitchen. Hunk flinched.
“W-wait! What about me!! Hold on I’m coming!!” Hunk threw the book backward on to the couch he got up from and grabbed his jacket hanging on the one door to the room, putting it on while he ran in the hallways of the house.
He got exactly on time when Lance opened the main door. Hunk jumped out of the apartment and Lance locked the door behind them, throwing Hunk the keys.
As they were walking down the street over to that one cafe place where all their group meets up sometimes, Lance smiled at the pile of snow filling the sides of the closet road.
He loved the winter.
Of course, he loved the summer too, when he could go to the beach and swim with his little siblings, or go for a little hike into the woods with his older sister. He chuckled at the memory of the two gossiping about people from school up at the mountain behind the neighborhood.
And his birthday! The only day focused just about him.
But there was something about the winter that made his heart race when he stared at the white snow. The white, cold snow, who made him feel safe and somehow warm from all the pain and darkness out there in the real world where no one is there for you or can reach for you if you’re deep down in the mess you made and you keep drowning when you realize you can’t sto-
“Lance?”
He flinched and turned his head over to Hunk, who seemed worried. “Yeah, dude?” He said, slowly his mind was getting back to reality. Hunk raised an eyebrow. “You look pale, are you cold? Do I need to give you my jacket?”
Lance stared at Hunk for a few seconds without saying or doing anything, but then shook his head and laughed. “No! I’m fine! Just had some… deep thoughts! Haha.” He smiled, ignoring the headache he felt building itself in his forehead. Hunk smiled back.
Then the two kept walking.
When they entered the cafe, the warmth of the inside doors and the heaters work really kicked away all the coldness from outside. Lance sighed happily and took down his coat, leaving on his blue scarf and black knitted hat (idk have mercy). He tied it around his hips and turned over to Hunk. “What do you want to drink, big guy?”
Hunk hummed and looked at the big menu hanging above the bar. “I’ll take vanilla.” He looked back at Lance and smiled. Lance nodded and turned around, walking over to the bar.
A young woman stood there and gritted him with a “Hey” when he reached his destination. She had red hair tied in a ponytail, and green forest eyes. He smiled and waved. “One Vanilla and One Mocha please.”
She nodded and typed the computer next to her, then turned around and started to work on the coffees he just ordered.
Lance looked at her working when a wave of tiredness hit him, and his eyelashes felt heavier.
He closed his eyes, letting his mind focus on the sounds of the coffee machines and the talking behind him. He heard laughers and people sipping their hot tea, or coffee. He heard the buttons of the keyboards being pressed, by some laptop owners that brought their work down to the shop. In the background of all of that was a nice calm song Lance couldn’t remember it’s name, and the bell of the front door calling with it’s rings every time someone entered or got out.
Lance opened his eyes and find the coffee girl still working.
And suddenly, just like that, his vision got blurred. The girl splitter into two versions of her and his eyes hurt with the pressure of being open for too long.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to make it go away, but he made his headache stronger, and to the room spin around.
Then Lance started to panic.
No, not now, not after months of it not happening. It hurts, it burns, but it’s freezing and so cold. But what exactly was it? He couldn’t tell, every time it happened it felt worse and worse with the days and whatever he did, he couldn’t stop it.
How can he stop it?
“Sir?” The girl asked, holding a cap in each hand and looking at him with a confused worried face. “I…I-!” Lance gasped. The girl seemed to understand and she put the two caps down on the bar, running around it to reach Lance, who just fell to the ground.
“Sir?!” She didn’t know his name, but she hoped she spoke loud enough to draw someone’s attention to notice.
Hunk noticed.
“Lance?! Oh god, what happened??” He ran over to his friend and lifted his head from the floor, putting it on his lap. “L-Lance?!” It was so sudden, Hunk didn’t know what to do. Hunk didn’t know what happened! He was scared and worried, shaking Lance’s body by his shoulders and trying to make him wake up.
People began crowding around the two, some tried to help, some just stared, but the girl from the counter was already gone. Disappeared from view. Not like Hunk really looked for her.
Soon an ambulance came and took Lance away, Hunk wasn’t allowed to drive with him. He watched as the ambulance drove down the road and stared at it, hopeless.
He snapped around and looked at the same road behind him, jumping and waving for the taxi coming closer. It stopped by Hunk and he got in. “Drive after that ambulance, NOW!” Hunk pointed on the ambulance through the windshield.
The driver just pulled up his shoulders and started driving.
~~~
When Lance woke up, he got blinded by the light of the hospital room hanging above his bed. It took his eyes a few minutes to get used to it as he blinked in confusion. He turned his head to lay on it’s another side and noticed the window to his left.
The lights and shining dots from the city spread underneath the black sky filled with white stars. Lance sighed and drifted off to sleep again.
~~~
The second time when Lance woke up, it was mostly because of the noise in the room.
He opened his eyes and blinked, but not too many times, because now he didn’t have the lights from the night before shining down on his face, someone must have turned it off because of the daylight. He was thankful for that. He let his mind focus on the faces of the people who sat around his bed and their conversation that was at first a bit blurred to be heard. Then he coughed, making them all go silent as they turned their heads to look at him.
“Lance!” Hunk’s voice filled the quiet room.
Immediately two big arms warped around Lance’s neck, but not so strong so they won’t choke him. “Hey buddy.” Lance spoke calmly and looked over Hunk’s shoulder to see that the others were alerted too on what happened, otherwise they wouldn't be in the room right now.
“How are you doing Lance?” Shiro asked, his black hair being pushed by the wind coming from the open window. Allura instantly went to close it when she noticed Lance eyeing to it.
Hunk let go of Lance and stood back, looking down at him with a worried look on his face. He kept one hand on his shoulder.
Lance took a deep breath to process what hurts and how to tell them without making them worry. He looked up to Shiro again and smiled weakly. “I feel great.”
A laugh came from his right side. Lance turned his head slowly to noticed Pidge sitting on a chair with a laptop on her crossed legs. “I’m sure you feel great due to a headache and aching bones you have.” She glared at him and Lance laughed silently from shame. “Don’t lie to us Lance, we talked to the doctors. We know what’s going on.” She continues, with a more serious face.
“That’s a lie. We don’t know exactly what’s going on.” Keith, who stood next to Shiro with his crossed arms looked over to Pidge with an eyebrow raised. Lance turned to him. “What do you mean?”
Keith sighed.
“She meant that we know what symptoms you have, but we don’t know what exactly made you pass out. The doctors don’t know either.” His face softened as he turned his gaze to Lance. Lance face fell.
“But hey! Don’t worry about it! I’m sure they’re working the hardest they can on that case.” Allura came and sat by Lance’s hospital bed, and Lance gave her a tiny sad smile. She returned it.
They kept talking and laughing, mostly his friends, Lance almost didn’t talk, but that was fine. They assumed he was tired or something and after two hours when Lance yawned, Shiro suggested they should let him rest.
“No Lance, I insist. You have to get some sleep to be able to stay awake for tomorrow’s meeting with the doctors.” Shiro said as he held the door, ready to close it behind him and the others that already stood outside.
“Alright, thank you guys for coming.” Lance sighed and smiled.
“Of course.” Shiro Gave him a nod and waved for goodbye, closing, as he walked out, the door.
Now Lance was alone again.
He let his head fall to it’s side and look at the closed window. He knew it was winter, but Lance really wanted to feel the little warmth the sun gave them in this coldest season, dancing on his tan skin, and the beams of the light that escaped through the cloudy ceiling of the sky just teased him to feel that specific warmth again.
He hissed and sat up, grunting from the pain as shivers ran through his whole body. He wrapped himself in his blue hospital blanket and turned around, to let his legs fall out of the bed, down to the floor.
Then he put all his body weight on his weak jelly legs. He stumbled his way to the wall and leaned against it, sliding over to the window.
When he reached the closed window he pulled his head closer to look out of it. Lance felt like the green trees covered in white snow that fell from them as the wind brushed it off almost called for him and rang in his ears. He had to open the window.
So Lance let go of hugging the blanket around him and got his arms out, letting the blanket rest heavily on his shoulders as it slowly slipped down to the floor. Lance put his hands in the handle of the window and tried to push the window up.
Sadly, he was too weak to do it.
And after the third time he tried but it ended without success, he let go. Just then he realized he was holding his breath during his work. Now his head felt even dizzier and the room spun around. He let himself lean his side on the wall and slid down to sit on the cold floor, the blanket halfway down his body.
The door was opened slowly and a gasp followed not long after. “Damn, dude!”
Lance couldn’t see exactly who was the owner of the voice, and what was pulling him up by his shoulders, he just wanted to open the window.
“W…window…” He almost whispered as he was put back on the bed and sat there facing the white wall, not even being aware of that. “I’ll open the window, you just lie down ok?” The person said, and steps were heard walking away. Then the “woosh” of the window being pulled up.
Lance smiled to himself as the cold air met his heated skin. He lay back on his pillow, not bothering to grab the blanket up to cover his body and not just his left hip and two legs.
The person sighed and a sound of a chair being dragged came closer to Lance’s ears. “So how you doing man?” They asked. Lance hummed and gave a little nod. “Now better.” He mumbled. The person scoffed.
Then it was silence for a few more minutes before Lance opened his eyes again when he felt like his head calmed down a bit. He turned his head to the person sitting in a chair next to his bed, who had their arms crossed and stared blankly down at their legs.
“What the hell.” He whispered, drawing the person’s attention. They waved with a grin. “Do I know you?”
The person scoffed again.
“Aw, don’t you remember me?” They talked in a childish and like sad tune. Lance sat up and was about to speak when the person got up and pushed him to lay back down.
Lance struggled to get up, but it was mostly him fighting himself. “Woah! Hey! You shouldn’t be fighting it! It will only make it worse!” They yelled quietly, not wanting to be heard by the people outside and get arrested for whatever they will come up with now.
Lance stopped, he was breathing fast and sweat came down his forehead. He looked into the person’s eyes with a confused look. The person didn’t move.
“Wait a minute… aren’t you…?”
“Yep.” The girl smirked and let Lance go, by this time he didn’t try to get up, he just looked at her sitting back down in her chair.
“You’re the cashier from the café!” He yelled and was thrown into a coughing pit. She just stared at him and waited for him to finish.
“W-“ he coughed a few more times. “What are you doing here?”
“Well.” She straightened her back on the chair and looked around to room, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t know you, and I don’t really care either, but I’m such a good person, so I came here to help.” When she finished, she finally looked over at the confused “offended” Lance.
“Well I don’t know you either, and last time I checked, you’re a cashier, not a doctor. So sorry but I don’t think you can help.” He talked aggressively. “Except opening a window, you’re lucky I’m too weak to do that myself.” He said when he felt the wind blowing his hair to the side once more.
“Oh trust me, I know more than these losers.” She scoffed and leaned backwards on the chair, raising an eyebrow with a grin on her face. Lance rolled his eyes.
“Fine.” She said and got up, walking over to the door, around the bed, as Lance’s eyes followed her walking with a confused look on his face. “I know what pain you must feel, but if you don’t want my help then I guess I should go…” she said and opened the door when she heard him speak again.
“Wait!”
She turned around.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
“What do you mean what do I mean?” She smirked and Lance rolled his eyes again.
“You said you know what pain I feel, how?” He slapped the annoyance out of his face to put serious back on track. She closed the door and turned to look at Lance with her arms crossed.
“Well I think I know what you feel, I read about it.”
Lance was so confused. “You read about it? What? Where?”
She chuckled and shook her head. “Oh my friend Lance, you have no idea what you’re getting into aren’t you?”
Lance kicked the blanket down to the floor and got up, drawing the attention back to him. She saw Lance standing up straight, realizing how tall he really is. He looked serious when he stepped closer to the girl and was almost chest to chest with her. “I just want answers.” He whispered. “I’m going through this pain for so long, I need, answers.”
“And there’s no way you’re getting out of here without telling me what you know.” He said, and when the girl looked into his eyes she smirked as she saw the light flashes in his eyeballs.
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Chapter Eleven: Magnus Bane
Okay, kiddos. Let’s go.
Jace and Clary leave the Brotherhood HQ, and Jace calls the cab driver a “brain-dead moron”. You know what, here’s the full quote:
Jace leaned forward and banged his hand against the partition separating them from the cab driver. “Turn left! Left! I said to take Broadway, you brain-dead moron!”
Oh, man, I’m so hot for Jace you guys. He’s so evil and cruel. I’m fanning myself. And the reason he wants to take Broadway? He wants breakfast. That’s it. It’s not a life-or-death situation. He wants fucking breakfast.
I like the idea of the diner they go to. A place where magical ppl can get together for some spaghetti. I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but I LOVE the idea of a secret (or not-so-secret) magical Manhattan. It’s just so unfortunate that Clare’s is so bad.
Clarinet asks Jack-Jack about Magnus Bane. Jack-Jack explains that he’s a warlock. Alec shows up. Clare is the foreshadowing master.
Clary freaks out about a guy in front of the store who looks like a demon. Clary. Girl. Come on. You know about this stuff already. It’s been like two days. Calm down. Apparently he’s a bouncer (for a diner) and is the warlock equivalent of a squib.
Honesty, I love this diner. They have blood on tap!!!! That’s so cool!!!!!! Plus, the people eating there sound way more interesting than our MCs.
[A] boy with spiky blue dreads was sitting next to a beautiful Indian girl with long black hair and gauzelike golden wings sprouting from her back.
Gotta love how the only people of color are basically set-dressing, though. At least Simon is Jewish, even with the messed up antisemitic crosses-burned-into-him dream thing. Clare’s Jewish, though, so of course she represents only herself and leaves everyone else out in the cold.
Alec shows up:
There was a kinetic, almost feverish energy to [Alec] that hadn’t been there before. Something about Jace sharpened him, brought him into focus. If she were going to draw them together, she thought, she would make Jace a little blurry, while Alec stood out, all sharp, clear planes and angles.
Oh, here it is. The “poor gay boy only comes to life in front of hopelessly straight crush” trope. Bc Alec has nothing better to do than obsess over Jace, a boy who is currently being rude to the waitress. Does Clare honestly not know how annoying rude boys are?
Isabelle and Simon show up. Apparently, even Isabelle’s perfume is evil:
Isabelle’s hair tickled [Clary’s] face, smelling of some kind of vanilla perfume. Clary fought the urge to sneeze. She hated vanilla perfume. She’d never understood why some girls felt the need to smell like dessert.
Haven’t I mentioned? Clary is the best girl to ever girl. Isabelle can’t even order right. Instead of getting something reasonable, like a large order of coconut pancakes (gross, Clary), “Isabelle fastidiously order[s] a fruit smoothie”.
Jace goes off to flirt with the waitress. Clary is confused bc the waitress is a Downworlder and aren’t they, like, totally evil? Isabelle and Alec assure her that the only kill the bad Downworlders. The rest they let live.
“Like letting spiders live because they eat mosquitoes, Clary thought.” Uh, not really. The Downworlders aren’t spiders. They’re just people, living their lives.
“So they’re good enough to let live, good enough to let live, good enough to make your food for you, good enough to flirt with—but not really good enough? I mean, not as good as people.”
Isabelle and Alec looked at her as if she were speaking Urdu. “Different from people,” said Alec finally.
This doesn’t really seem like such a difficult question? Isabelle and Alec are just trying to cover up their bullshit.
“Better than mundanes?” said Simon.
“No,” Isabelle said decidedly. “You could turn a mundane into a Shadowhunter. But you could never turn a Downworlder into one of the Clave. They can’t withstand the runes.”
So Shadowhunters judge others based on their ability to become Shadowhunters? Seems not at all racist. I’m so glad we had this chat. Jace comes back and explains that there’s just a shit-ton of hostility between Shadowhunters and Downworlders, so it’s not really racism.
Miracle of miracles, Isabelle reveals that Magnus Bane has invited the magical community of New York to his house for a party. God, I love parties.
There’s a whole day before the party, so Simon and Isabelle decide to go for a walk in Central Park. For some reason, this makes Clary feel a “murderous rage”. These emotions are seriously not healthy.
Back at the Institute, Clary goes exploring in the library and finds a photo of her mom and other Order of the Pheonix members-cum-Deatheaters Shadowhunters. Evil Giles shows up and points out Valentine, Luke, the Lightwoods, Jace’s mom, and himself in the picture. Clary mentions that Jace doesn’t look anything like his father. What could this possibly mean?
Honestly, the concept of a book about the children of villains isn’t terrible. It really just the complete ripping-off of Harry Potter that annoys me.
Oh, God. Clary gets back to her room (armed with a sleeping potion from Hodge) to see Jace looking at her sketchbook. I’m not even good at drawing, and my sketchbooks are still deeply personal. You can’t just look in someone’s sketchbook! It’s like a diary! WTF, Jace!
In fact, Clary tells Jace that it’s basically a diary and that he shouldn’t look at it. This should be obvious.
Wait, I’m laughing:
“You could try not being charming all the time,” Clary said. “It might be a relief for everyone.”
BITCH, WHERE???
Jace offers to tell Clary a bedtime story. It’s the famous falcon story, the one that Clare used in her Harry Potter fanfiction. You know, where Jace’s father gives him a falcon to train, and when Jace loves it, his father kills it. Proof that Jace is Draco.
Somehow, Clary makes the connection that this story is about Jace only as she falls asleep. Whatever.
Isabelle wakes up Clary. Again, a famous moment:
[Isabelle] looked like a moon goddess. Clary hated her.
Bitch, Isabelle is a moon goddess, and I love her.
Yes, we have a makeover scene!! My secret weakness. I’m sorry, fellow patriarchy fighters. Makeover scenes are just so good.
Isabelle continues to be the coolest person in this book:
Her room looked as if a disco ball had exploded inside it. The walls were black and shimmered with swirls of sponged-on golden paint. Clothes were strewn everywhere: on chairs, spilling out of the closet and the tall wardrobe propped against one wall. Her vanity table, its mirror rimmed with spangled pink fur, was covered in glitter, sequins, and pots of blush and powder.
I want this room!
Clary gets a slinky black dress, fishnets, and boots. I want this outfit, too. When Isabelle does Clary’s makeup, Clary asks if Alec is gay. For some reason, this causes an intense shock in Isabelle:
Isabelle’s wrist jerked. The eyeliner skidded, inking a long line of black from the corner of Clary’s eye to her hairline. “Oh, hell,” Isabelle said, putting the pen down.
“It’s all right,” Clary began, putting her hand up to her eye.
“No, it isn’t.” Isabelle sounded near tears as she scrabbled around among the piles of junk on top of the vanity . . . She sat down on the edge of the bed, ankle bracelets jingling, and looked at Clary through her hair. “How did you guess?” she said finally.
“I—”
“You absolutely can’t tell anyone,” said Isabelle.
“Not even Jace?”
“Especially not Jace!”
“All right.” Clary heard the stiffness in her own voice. “I guess I didn’t realize it was such a big deal.”
“It would be to my parents,” said Isabelle quietly. “They would disown him and throw him out of the Clave—”
“What, you can’t be gay and a Shadowhunter?”
“There’s no official rule about it, But people don’t like it. I mean, less with people our age—I think,” she added, uncertainly, and Clary remembered how few other people her age Isabelle had ever really met. “But the older generation, no. If it happens, you don’t talk about it.”
Okay. So. I’m trying to judge this for when it was written. But, like. Is the homophobia necessary? It’s kind of like the ridiculous sexism in ACOTA/R. It’s a choice the author is making, for, like, no good reason. This is a case of a straight author needlessly torturing her gay character. But since this was published in 2007, I feel like this has been talked out, so let’s move on.
IT TURNS OUT THAT ISABELLE’S ANKLETS ARE WEAPONS. I LOVE HER. WE ARE GETTING MARRIED. WEDDING INVITATIONS TO FOLLOW.
Ugh, Simon short-circuits bc Clary is wearing a short skirt. Please calm down, sweetie. You’re embarrassing me. Wait, what is even going on here? Jace gives Clary a dagger, and, uh, this happens:
“I could give you a thigh sheath to put that in,” Isabelle offered. “I’ve got tons.”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT,” said Simon.
I’m actually laughing. Lol for real. What does this even mean? Is a thigh sheath too sexy or something? Simon, can you chill for .2 seconds? This isn’t your body. Let’s all take deep breaths.
Clary puts the dagger in the outside pocket of her backpack because there’s no way having to unzip a backpack to get to the dagger could bit her in the ass during a fight. Then Jace reaches over and undoes her hair bc, uh, shipping moment.
I’m so grossed out by the fact that in a short while, they will think they’re siblings.
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Megan Reads Oathbringer (part 11)
All right, now that it’s been 4 months and I’ve read all the other things, I realized that it’s, like, 5 days until this book has been out for a year and I should probably get the fuck on with it, so. Here we are.
Part 11 encompasses pages 828-934 (previous parts)
me in July: I’m almost done! I can finish this!
me, now: sweet christ I have a smaller novel’s-worth still to get through lord let me live
Aw, damn, I left off on Interludes, but I DON’T CARE ABOUT VENLI, WHERE MY BOYS AT
oh SNAP I WANT THAT, the ability to speak and understand all languages???? GRABBY HANDS
ah yes the “the alethi enslaved us so we should rise up and kill them by enslaving ourselves to this other, more horrible godlike being” narrative. my favorite.
sigh
why we gotta EXTERMINATE people?
I’m tired. of extermination plotlines.
Maybe. Venli and her lil light spren will stop? the extermination!? I’m here for that!
“There was an art to doing laundry” HONESTLY THO, HAVE YOU MET COLLEGE-AGE BOYS WHO NEVER LEARNED HOW MUCH SOAP TO USE? AMEN.
oh.
I forgot about Mraize.
like, literally, 100% forgot about his existence. sorry alyx.
eyy, we found Shalash!
HE WAS LOOKING FOR HER?? IT WAS A TRAP??
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...Mraize has a babsk? I didn’t think he was Thaylen????
“A resistance is not what we caught you mounting.” UGH. PICK THE HAMMER, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT.
Why do I feel like this is a “HE HAS CHOSEN THE BEAR. BRING FORTH THE BEAR” joke?
yeessssssss, VENLI!!! TAKIN RESPONSIBILITY!!!!!!!! I CARE NOW. I WANT HER TO BE BETTER, I WANT HER TO WORK THROUGH. GIIIRRLL!!!!
HOW LONG WILL YOU VACILLATE?
YESSSSS
gr oss? Tha nk s? for the melting flesh images??
yelch
PART FOOUUUUUURRR
that’s. so many POVs. What is this, a GRRM book?
also none of the POVs are Bridge Four and. WHEN WILL MY BOYS COME BACK FROM THE WAR.
wait, I could have sworn the Alethi had been fighting the Parshendi for ten years?? but Dalinar is talking to Gavilar EIGHT years ago?
Did I miss smthn?
Did I conflate the Shattered Plains with the Trojan War? I’m confused.
Lisa has done Math for me and found out that it was only 6 years????????? Why did I think it was ten??? I COULD HAVE SWORN IT WAS TEN????
“his job was to loom” heheheh
so... Dalinar is the nuclear deterrent and the nuclear threat all in one?
Dalinar, leaning into the mic: “The truth is... I am Iron Man.”
#Evideservedbetter2kForever
OH NO A BABY
TINY FIFTEEN YEAR OLD ADOLIN IS MAKING MY HEART SING
“I had this specially tailored” I LOVE HIM
OHHHHH
HE’S TRYING SO HARD TO IMPRESS HIS DAD I’M CRYING
“When censured, Adolin only tried harder.” I! LOVE! THIS! TINY! SUNLIGHT! BOY!
I wanna write fic where Adolin Kholin meets Luke Skywalker and the world literally EXPLODES IN SUNLIGHT AND SOFTNESS.
“Who could deny him?” CERTAINLY NOT ME, I WOULD DIE FOR ADOLIN KHOLIN TOO GOOD TOO SOFT FOR THIS WORLD
me, squinting: “which Herald is Ahu?”
my running method is to just suspect everyone of being a Herald. At some point, I’ll have to be right.
WHICH! HERALD! IS! AHU!
HE’S TALKING ABOUT THE UNMADE LIKE HE KNOWS THEM PERSONALLY, TALKING ABOUT HOW THEY LET THEM IN. WHICH!!! HERALD!!! IS!!! AHU!!!!
LISTEN, I JUST WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THE HERALDS. GIMME A BOOK ABOUT THE HERALDS, BRANDON!
GIMME THAT JUICY GOOD BACKSTORY, BRANDON!!!
me: why is there a map with the sea but Kholinar is on it???
two seconds later: OOOHHH DUH IT’S SHADESMAR
wack y fun!
ARE DREHY AND SKAR OKAY???? THEY DIDN’T COME WITH???
ARE THEY OKAY?
OH NO OH NOO I’M GONNA WORRY AOBUT THEM FOREVER
Adolin, say hi to your swwooooorrdddd
....the Oathgate has souls?
what?
Fearspren: gross.
I knew they were all bigger on the inside, as it were, but. #yikes?
“Kaladin’s not well.” “I have to be well.”
BRB SOBBING ABOUT KALADIN
I’M!
HE’S SO STRONG
I’M! HELP!
GIANT CLAW? UNMADE!!?? LET’S KILL IT. IDK IF WE CAN BUT CAN WE TRY??
“sword lady” HEH
ok well, at least we know Drehey is alive, since Shallain bumped into his soul, which is both TERRIFYING and REALLY COOL
YOU’RE NOT NOTHING, ADOLIN, YOU ARE EVERYTHING AND I LOVE YOU.
*long keening noises*
I FELL ON THE FLOOR
“Hey,” Adolin said. “It will be all right.”
“I survived Bridge Four,” Kaladin growled. “I’m strong enough to survive this.”
“I’m pretty sure you could survive anything. Storms, bridgeboy, the Almighty used some of the same stuff he put into Shardblades when he made you.”
Kaladin shrugged. But as they walked onto the next platform, his expression grew distant again. He stood while the rest of them moved on. Almost like he was waiting for their bridge to dissolve and dump him into the sea.
“I couldn’t make them see,” Kaladin whispered. “I couldn’t...couldn’t protect them. I’m supposed to protect people, aren’t I?”
GUESS WHICH PART BROKE MEGAN
GUESS WHICH PART DUMPED MY HEART ON THE FLOOR
ANYWAY, I’M CRYING
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“I’m frightened. I talk when I’m frightened.” I LOVE HIM.
ADOLIN’S HELOIGN HIM HE’S MAKIN HIM TALK TO DISTSRAT HIM AND MAKE HIM JEEP WALKING AND I”M
I LOV A SUNSHINE BOY
SO MUCH
...is Vivenna okay?
oh shiiit, Adolin is? king????
sort of? almost??
oh man, he’s gonna be SO GOOD AT IT!!!! LOOK AT HIM TAKING CHARGE AND TAKING CARE OF EVERYONE. HE’S SUCH A GOOD LEADER, HE’S GOING TO BE SOOOOOO GOOOOOOODDD AT THIS!!!!
that chapter was a Lot
OH NO A SZETH CHAPTER
I’ve only been asking for this for tHE WHOLE BOOK
but now I’m gonna be MORE SAD
.......idk how I feel about the soul-after-image thing. it’s interesting, but I’m still a lil weirded out by Szeth...you know...being alive?
huh. Vasher knows about the magic fish? So....does this validate Lisa’s theory about the fish and the birds from that other cosmere thing I can’t remember bc I haven’t read it?
holy shit, that’s a LOT of skybreakers.....
...who have been around the WHOLE TIME???? WTF
So...Szeth can hear the Spiritual Realm.....and is going to bond a spren, of the Cognitive Realm...and is in the Physical Realm... so does that make him the Avatar, Master of All Three Realms?
(while he may have a lot to learn, I believe that Szeth can save the world)
hm. they’re so...regimented. militaristic. ritualized. They’ve got tests and rules for getting in and it’s all very well-put-together. and it’s WEIRD compared to everyone else stumbling into their Ideals. Is this what is was like before the Recreance? or is this just the Skybreakers being Skybreakers?
why are there kaladin flashbacks in the dalinar book, why, brandon, why must you hurt me in this way
Brandon: *mentions Tien*
Me, softly: “no”
HE REALIZED HE COULD KILL AND THAT’S WHAT TERRIFIED HIM
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I’M EMOTIONAL AND KALADIN IS SAD AND I’M UPSET
Also, Syl just. grabbing his arm and snuggling him is VERY GOOD, SHE IS VERY GOOD, AND SHE SHOULD BE WORSHIPED FOR BEING SO VERY WONDERFUL
“It cannot be holy. If it truly were, it would have burned me away long ago.” I’M SAD NOW, THANKS.
I have weird emotions about people losing their faiths, and Szeth’s character arc has been particularly. compelling to me.
“Here’s what you have to do: fight him and win!” has the same energy as that obnoxious Assassin’s Creed “tip” that’s like “the trick to staying alive to is get your enemy’s health bar to zero while keeping your above zero” and I’M SO PLEASED.
ooohh shit
he drew Nightblood
which I feel is NOT RECOMMENDED
# Y I K E S
Skybreakers take the “lawful” part of DnD alignments to a very unhealthy extreme
tbh they’re a lil fucked up, ngl
Skybreakers make me uncomfortable, is what I’m saying.
“he had never mastered the ‘sleep anywhere’ skill the grunts bragged about” NEERRRRDD
WHEN WILL ADOLIN REALIZE HE’S A REALLY GOOD LEADER??? SOMEONE TELL HIM, I WOULD BUT I’M TOO FAR AWAY.
oh that makes sense
I was confused for a hot second about how Vivenna knew Adolin’s kata, but she probably learned it from Vasher who...also...taught Adolin. Duh.
“I’m just a woman who has been constantly out of her league since adolescence.” Viveennnnaaaaaa, darling. You’ll be all right.
also that makes total sense--the Horneater Peaks? If they’ve got a portal, it makes sense they’re so much more in tune to the spren. Easier border crossings.
PEOPLE live in this realm? What the??
I don’t know Nazh, but the fact that he has an embarrassing tattoo due to Horneater lager bad decisions DELIGHTS ME
hm. idk why I’d sort of assumed that Dalinar went to visit the Nightwatcher before Gavilar died, but. maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it was a consequence of Gavliar’s death.
“the other one” GET FUCKED WITH A CACTUS, PAST!DALINAR
OOHH
SOFT BOY
Renarin is such a Good
also, Dalinar HUGGING is SO GOOD KEEP DOING THAT THAT WILL HELP
“Humans, you must stop your emotions. They are very inconvenient here.” I think, Pattern dear, that Shallan rather thinks emotions are inconvenient everywhere.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm
HERE WE ARE AGAIN
ANGER IS ALWAYS THE FIRST STAGE OF DEPRESSION
HELLO, KALADINMEGAN BRAIN, IT’S BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU WERE SO NEATLY SPELLED OUT BUT HERE WE ARE AGAIN
“You’re not angry at anyone, you’re just looking for something to latch onto. Something to feel.” To stave off the darkness of unfeeling and anger is easy. It’s irrational and warm and so easy. So it’s always the first one to go.
“It would continue until numbness seemed preferable.” GOD YUP. THERE IT IS.
It’s still really validating and really, really unsettling to see your brain problems spelled out so succinctly.
oh lord
“Men he loved, killing each other.”
I’M UPSET
(and the very tiny garbage part of my brain goes, ‘see he LOVES Moash’)
ADOLIN TAKING THE REARGUARD BECASUE SOMETIMES KALADIN NEEDS LOOKING AFTER I’M EMOTIONAL
Syl had a different Kaladin before Kaladin?? Wild.
and GOD but the symbology of the LIGHTHOUSE in Kaladin’s chapter. I’m. <3
EEEYYYY NAVANI!!!
she made them carry their own chairs, GOD THE MEANING BEHIND THAT, I LOVE HER
“Elhokar and Adolin are safe somewhere.” ABOUT THAT....
LOPEN, PLS
Bridge Four’s unwavering belief in Kaladin is SURE A THING. I love them SO MUCH.
also, god, MY BOYS, here they are, eating all the food and being ridiculous losers at a formal event I HAVE MISSED THEM SO
god, fuc you Ialai. ofc she didn’t carry her own chair, fukin JERK
good to know the assholery of the Sadeas name is being upheld, even after his death
god, every time Taravangian is mentioned, my gut just clenches, he makes me SO NERVOUS
GOD YES OH MY GOD, LIFT VS ROCK EATING CONTEST PLS GIMME MORE
I have forgotten that I love Sebarial. Petition for him to show up more often.
OH GOOD HE’S HAVING A BAD DAY. EXCELLENT. HE’S MUCH BETTER WHEN HE’S STUPID
...unless he’s super smart today and just pretending to be stupid.
fuck
IT’S SO HARD TO TELL WITH HIM ARGH
ANYONE ELSE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THE DISCUSSION OF INVADING SHINOVAR WHEN SHINOVAR IS THE ONLY PLACE THAT DOESN’T HAVE A REPRESENTATIVE AT THIS COUNCIL???? JUST ME? OKAY.
also they keep talking about Shinovar as a redoubt and a haven, but....didn’t the Everstorm--going the wrong way--destroy Shinovar? Has anyone checked??
Navani is so clever and it’s brilliant.
“Taravangian was talking about having you tour Vedenar personally”....alone....so he can MURDER YOU. BAD IDEA. ABORT MISSION.
KALADIN HAD AN OLD LADY SLAVE FRIEND WHO DIED AND I’M SAD AGAIN DAMNIT
“He’s got battle fatigue. We have to watch him when he’s sitting around doing nothing, not when he’s got a specific mission.” MMMMMMHHHMMMMMMM
the future is forbidden, but not to Truthwatchers, sooooooo... is. this “Oracle”. a.......... Herald? PERCHANCE.
(He’s not, but I AM SUSPICION INCARNATE)
Weren’t they lying at the beginning and saying that Shallan was an Elsecaller? Because Odium thinks she’s an Elsecaller for some reason. And I wonder...who he’s spying through and where his attention is focused and who told him the lie?
KALADIN JUST WANTS TO SAVE HIS DAD IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK
aight, which world does canned food come from? How far ahead is the mistborn world whose name I can’t remember right now but it begins with an s SCADRIAL YEAH THAT ONE how far ahead is Scadrial in technological progression? Where does the Stormlight Archive fall on the mistborn timeline?
ADOOOLLIINNN. TALK! TO YOUR SPREN!!!
THEY DON’T KNOW??? THE BOYS DON’T KNOW? HOW THEIR MOTHER DIED?
HOW DO THEY NOT KNOW?
oh my god
that
god, that’s a huge lie to believe for so, so long. ohhh my goddd
someone has been writing down all the Unmades’ names, right? So I can look them up in the Coppermind later and be confused and try to work out which is which and what they do and how terrified I should be of them? cool thanks.
HELLO DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND
HE’S GONNA TELL US SECRETS!!!!! ARE THEY USEFUL!? WILL I LEARN THINGS ABOUT THE HERALDS!!!!??
I have one (1) priority in this establishment
...why does Syl have color
who is she
also LIGHTSPREN/REACHERS??? COOL AS FUCK OMG
“You don’t fly, you fall the wrong way.” Hehehehehehe <3
I HAVE MISSED KALADIN’S SELF-DEPRECATING JOKES THAT ARE FUNNY BUT ALSO VERY PAINFUL god, I love him. I love him so much. idk if y’all know this about me.
...ok, but the punny banter between Kaladin and Shallan is SO NICE Why do they have to be mean to each other so often why can’t they just be terrible sarcastic pun buddies?
“In that polished breastplate and striking figure, with her talk of chasing bounties and traveling worlds. She’s deeply mysterious.” CAREFUL, SHALLAN, YOUR BI IS SHOWING.
“The feeling was friendship, but neither of them had ever experienced it.”
NOPE
NOOOOOOPPEE
WHO WANTS TO BET THIS SCENE IS SHIP FODDER DEAR LORD
Kaladin, darling, that shit is SO UNHEALTHY, DO NOT ENCOURAGE THIS
god
also like. darling. no. “I wish I didn’t have to care” DARLING ALL YOU DO IS CARE WHO WOULD YOU BE WITHOUT CARING
THIS IS GOOD FOR NEITHER OF YOU STOP
DO NOT ENCOURAGE THAT IN HER AND DO NOT WISH THAT FOR YOURSELF, jesus
lord, ok, well, I’ve read 100 pages, so on that disappointing character note, I’m going to go to bed.
#op#Megan reads OB#Oathbringer spoilers#is it still spoilers? man have I come out the other end on spoilers? oh well#Stormlight Archive#Oathbringer#Brandon Sanderson#mmmmmm I HAVE OPINIONS#also cry a lot#I miss Bridge Four petition for my boys to come back
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Hi uhh.. I know this might seem kinda random and all bc it’s not bts related but I just wanted to share a little sth I wrote last year after a very rough period in my life just came to a close and I know how it feels like to think you’re alone in your struggles. So this is for anyone struggling, especially if you have a mentally ill parent. But also anyone else. You’re not alone. You’re never alone. And reading this again after almost 9 months I can tell you: It does get better. <3
[TW: mental illness/ psychosis/ depression/ bleeding(mental wounds)]
I think I want to talk about something today. I don't know if I'm ready but I wasn't ready when I packed my bags back then and moved to Canada. I just wanted to do it. And so I did.
I've been feeling lots of ways in the past couple of months, with multiple changing moods in one day. You might be asking yourself where I want to go with this but honestly I don't quite know myself. I thought many times about if I even should or not but there will always be points for and against it so.. screw it.
I think this year and all it's events resurfaced some things I had stuffed and buried somewhere deep down because I was tired of living with them - but never really healed from them. Which is probably why I ended up being crushed by them and in the state I am right now when they were presented to me again.
My mother suffers from a mental illness, in more detail the exact diagnosis states the words "Paranoid schizophrenic psychosis". As many mental illnesses it's something that can be treated, but never cured. My mom has lived with this illness for many many years, in fact, she lived without needing any therapy or medication for almost 10 years between her first and second psychosis and then again for around 3, completely stable and what others would label as "normal".
This year, after being in the house for almost 2 months because of Covid she fell back into another psychosis after hearing she'd loose her job due to the pandemic. Because of this she was unable to work and fell deeper into a hole she couldn't get out of - and a hole I couldn't even find to get her out of because the way the psychosis affected her brain often made it impossible for me to reach her.
The pandemic hadn't been friendly to me either. I think we can all agree that the amount of stress and pressure each and everyone of us has been under is beyond anything any of us could have ever imagined. Although I was still lucky enough to have a job, work had been more than a handful, conventions to have some carefree time were canceled and traveling was off the table. And then on top of that I suddenly was faced again with the weight of knowing that if I collapsed, if I quit my job to escape the stress, if I moved out to have some freedom, my mother would not be able to survive in the state she was in. There were no financial cushions, no one to look after her, no one to react if things went south.
Coming home was always both, daunting and nerve wrecking. There were a lot of reasons I'm not going to go into why I didn't immediately react or call in family members. Let's just say the arguments against these options were just as big as the option of getting help.
So in between 50 hour weeks, very little sleep, health issues, the stress of an ongoing pandemic and exhausting conversations to try to get my mother to see her neurologist and get back on her medication I just kept going - because I was the only one still able to. Everything just kept going wrong left and right and I heard my body screaming for a break and for me to get out of this because I hadn't realized until now how traumatized her last psychosis (I was too little to really know what was happening with her first one and she had her second one when I was in 11th grade - that's where it really hit) left me. I was always on edge. The way she spoke, her tone, her body language.. she didn't even have to say anything for my body to go into full on panic and fight or flight mode. A lot of time I felt like I didn't even have a mother anymore... there was just nothing left of the person I used to know.
I do not blame her by the way. It was never her fault. She's probably suffered from this more than I can ever imagine. After all the stigma of mental illness was a lot worse when she had her first Psychosis back in the 90s. If anything, I admire her for the fact that she just keeps getting back up, being able to go back to a "normal" life - because many don't ever really get back out of it.
But with everything going on it was just too much.
And I think I'm paying the price for not allowing myself to slow down. Because after she finally agreed to taking her meds again and her thinking going back to the way it used to be within like two weeks I kept feeling worse and worse.
Don't get me wrong. The health problems were there before. Probably because of stress, not eating too well and just some weaknesses I've been dealing with. And the fact that for months and months I had one little thing after another and everything just getting a tiny bit worse each day despite me stripping myself down to the very last bit of energy I had left made something crack - in my body and soul. And now that I'm finally starting to process it and heal from them I have a hard time accepting that I am not the super energetic, positive, stress resistant can do person I used to be. Which again, makes it harder to heal in the first place.
It's funny how sometimes, healing from something feels more like being cut open again. Watching the cut bleed and then very slowly close is even worse.
It burns. It itches. You get impatient. And you really want to scratch off the crust but you know it's going to take even longer to heal then.
And it's already taking too long.
It's agony, it's feeling better.
And ever so often, even though you gave yourself all the time to heal, a scar stays where you used to bleed. And although you don't feel the itch and the pain anymore it's at times hard to look at. And to come to terms with the fact that some part of you will forever be a little different.
To be brutally honest. I'm scared of a scar staying. I'm scared I exhausted my mind and body so much that neither will be able to ever fully recover. And I am beating myself up about it.
Yesterday a friend reminded me to be patient and give myself more time - give my body more time, give doctors and medicine more time. That I am healing and healing... is a long process.
And it's gotta start somewhere so I decided to write.. and if you see this, share it with you. So you might understand the why and how and to let you know what happened and in the hopes that it might be a lesson to others to listen when their body is asking for a break.
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