#like i passed confused and anxious like 3 seasons ago

[fan-fantasies]

Destiny (Micheal Langdon smut)

Pairing?: micheal langdon x reader

warnings?: SMUT, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dirty talk, chocking, ritualistic (kinda) sex, voyeurism,  season spoilers (follows episodes from the season)

Word count?: 4.1k 

A/N: WOW! Two posts in one week? Its almost like all i wanna do is write! Here is somemore smut, idk why i keep writing smut but for some reason i keep doing it. Maybe I’m getting better at this? I don’t really know honestly. Though I do hope you guys enjoy... Thank you so much for the likes and everything. Enjoy! <3 ~Breezy

You had been wandering in the woods for what seemed like eternity, you weren’t exactly sure where you were going or why you were here. It was the middle of the night, when you felt compelled to leave your home and go in search for a man. A voice had told you nothing more than he was living somewhere around here, in the middle of nowhere. You had been told that about three days ago, you had been endlessly wandering through the woods with no food, no water or even a clue who this man was. Your legs had begun to feel weak starting at the beginning of what you figured was the fourth day. It was then you came to a clearing, in the middle of the field was a strange metal statue, what was that? The bright sun blinded you as you entered the direct sunlight as you headed towards the entrance. There was no one around, how in the world was this the place you weren’t meant to be? The closer you got, you heard male voices speaking they seemed hushed but you honestly didn’t care. They didn’t notice you till you nearly collapsed in front of them, 

“M-Micheal?” You stammered, “I need Micheal,” you whisper before you saw nothing but darkness. 

The two men standing before you watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head before collapsing to the ground. You were dirty, clearly having been in the woods for awhile. Normally they would be hesitant to bring a stranger into the school but the fact you asked for Micheal intrigued them even more. How did you know about the new student that was prepared to test to be the new alpha?

There was no doubt you played some important role here, maybe the witches had sent you? Where they trying to get a spy on the inside? Regardless, they managed to get you inside, finding a spare bed to lay you in for the time being. Many questions where asked of them as they walked through the academy, mainly from the boys who had witnessed them walking by but they gave them no answers, seeing as though they had none themselves.

Micheal wasn’t a hard student to find among the others, mainly cause his energy stood out to them the most but to you it was even stronger. Feeling his energy getting closer made your eyes fly open, you body moved as if you were on autopilot. You legs swung over the side of the unfamiliar bed, the room was rather large but that didn’t exactly matter, all you wanted was to see him. You had to be beside him. 

You easily swung the door open only to be overwhelmed by his energy. He stood across the way, glancing your way, a wide smirk grew on his face. He made his way towards you, you didn’t dare move even though you wanted nothing more to be near him. Micheal looked around quickly before walking into the room with you, shutting the door behind the both of you and locking it using his power. You reached your hand out, almost like a mindless zombie but once your hands touched the trance went away. You had found him. 

“Micheal,” you whisper looking up at him. 

His eyes dark, “So my father sent you?” He questioned his facial expression unreadable, 

“Yes, we were destined,” you say softly, “He wants us together, I only make you stronger,” you didn’t break eye contact, you could tell he wanted to do more but something was holding him back. 

“They won’t let you stay,” he says, “they already believe you to be some sort of spy that the witches sent,” you looked at him, almost as if it didn’t exactly matter. “If they send me away, I will only come back for you. Nothing can separate us,” you tell him, “We are meant to rule together.” You gently caress his cheek, wanting nothing more than to be closer to him. He signs heavily, he gently touches your cheek in return but this was for something completely different. Your mind felt less hazy, less controlled. 

“Now that you are completely here, tell me all you remember,” 

And you did. You told him how you awoke from your sleep one night and compelled to leave your family and walk into the forest with no word. It was in the woods when a spell seemed to be cast over you, a black goat having approached you scaring you half to death. 

“So my father did come to you,” he mumbles, “You are the one he spoke about,” He rubs his temples clearly trying to take in all this information. While he did that, you took in the man before you, short blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, he was truly handsome… It wasn’t like you had a very great Homelife, it was pretty boring honestly. 

“You do have a strong power within you,” he whispers bringing his face closer to yours, he seemed hesitant at first but now he seems convinced that you would be of use to him. “You will stay by my side at all time, they won’t take you away from me.” He growls almost possessively. Not like you minded, you knew he would keep you safe. 

And keep you safe he did, you stayed by him every second of every day. To his lessons, to his training, to whatever it is he was doing. He even made it so you could stand beside him while they used a spell to give him protection and strength. You stood in the circle of fire with him, your arm wrapped in his. Though he knew he didn’t need either of those things from them, because you already gave him that. 

 You even stood by him when he went for his seven wonders test. His ‘teachers’ weren’t exactly pleased to hear that you would be tagging along but some how he convinced them that it was important that you stand by him. You had rested all day, knowing that he would likely pull from your energy when he began to do his ‘craft’. You knew he was strong enough to do it all without you, but you gave him even more just to be safe. 

You were awake by his gentle voice and soft lips against your cheek, “My dear, it’s time to wake up,” he whispered into your ear, your eyes slowly opening meeting his beautiful one. 

“Is it that time?” You ask him, he smiled softly answering your question. Slowly you sat up, he stood next to the bed waiting. You yawn a bit before standing for yourself, 

“I got you this to wear my love,” he says as he motions towards a dress that laid on his desk. A black floor length dress with a beautiful gold pattern on the sleeves and chest piece. You weren’t afraid to undress in front of him and put the dress on. 

“Micheal~ It’s beautiful!” You squeal as you spun with a giggle, he smiled at your reaction.

“My beautiful queen deserves the best,” he says as he fixes his uniform, “Now come, we must go,” he offers his arm, which you gladly take. You both make your way to the area where he would show his power. You enter with him at your side, his ‘teachers’ leading the way and the female witches waited for us. The witches gaze was on Micheal for a moment but was quickly shifted to you. Confusion overtook them seeing a female among the men, they prepared to ask but the men insisted the test begin. You stood away from Micheal, not near the men or the female, just alone. The supreme, Cordelia you had learned her name was, seemed uneasy not only with how well the tests were going, but with your presence. You could tell she wanted to ask but she couldn’t get a word out.

Micheal had passed almost all the tests given to him, the last task he was given was to basically bring someone back from somewhere. You didn’t fully understand seeing as though this whole magic thing but by the sounds of it, it seemed as though he had to go to hell to retrieve a soul. You knew this was something easy for him, seeing as though who his father was. He stood beside you as this was explained to him, you could feel him recharging his energy by taking yours, it wasn’t enough to hurt you it just made you tired. Once they finished arguing each other, Cordelia took one of the men into another room to speak about this you had assumed. Micheal had leaned down to your ear, you kept a straight face as his breath tickled your neck. 

“You’re doing so well my dear,” he praises, “Keep it up and I will reward you later,” he gently nips your earlobe before pulling away. The witches that stood across the room eyed you both suspiciously and curiously. You tried to keep a straight face after Micheals slightly teasing words but you knew that if you listened, you would be rewarded, he was a man of his word. Micheal left your side only to go towards the door and use his power to open it. You knew full well he would do this. 

Once convinced, the test began, Micheal laid on the ground ready to begin. It was so strange to see this ritual in progress. They began to chant until Micheal seemingly fell asleep, leaving you with some anxious witches and eager warlocks. Now that there was silence for a moment, Cordelia finally was able to ask her question. 

“And who is this?” She asked looking at you, “She hasn’t seemingly left Micheals side all evening.” She points out looking you up and down. You stood there in silence, no one spoke a word mainly because even the warlocks couldn’t answer that question and you refused to say anything that might give you away. 

There was a long silence, and if Micheal hadn’t just shot up gasping for air you were sure a fight would have broke out. He woke up alone but surprised even the witches when he brought back the witch named Misty. Micheal stood to his feet, walking straight to you as he seemed exhausted by the ritual. While none of the witches were watching, you gently took his face in your hands, taking a deep breath you gave as much energy before they began to pay attention. The oldest witch then called one of the warlocks, ‘a pathetic pompous ass,’ which got a giggle out of you, she wasn’t wrong… 

“I did everything you asked,” Micheal proudly says standing tall, you arm now linked with his. You both stood proud together, like a king and queen. Once the commotion seemed to die down, both you and Micheal took your leave heading towards his bedroom. All of them believed he needed rest, but you knew exactly what was going to happen behind those doors. 

Micheal was eager to take you in every way possible before they had a gathering in the study. It didn’t take long for clothes to be shed and for you to be tossed onto the bed. Your face pushed into his pillow, your ass high in the air presenting yourself to him. No matter how much you begged him to take you, he did nothing but tease you, his touches light and gentle. This continued for what felt like an eternity but when you least expected it he turned into a monster. Thrusting into you like a wolf in heat, his hand wrapped in your hair pulling you to his chest. One hand pressed against your stomach, the other wrapped around your neck cutting off airflow. Your moans silenced by this but small sounds still managed to escape. 

“Who do you belong to?” He growled in your ear as he continued to roughly pound into you. It took you a few minutes to register his words. 

“You, my prince,” you sobbed as his hand now tightened against your throat. You felt your release coming, your eyes welled up with tears. 

“Don’t you dare cum,” he continues to pound relentlessly into you, showing no signs of stopping. 

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on, he let go of your neck for a brief moment giving you enough time to speak, “My prince, please!” You cry, he chuckled darkly his lips attacking your neck before roughly bitting it, marking you as his. You squeal as he pushes you forward onto your hands, his hand wrapped in your hair pulling just enough for it to force you to arch your back. You made sure to take this position to your advantage, you looked up at Micheal who was practically towering over you. 

“You gonna cum?” He growls, you are only able to nod, “Then beg for me, beg your prince to let you cum,” he smirks proudly as he knew he had you right where he wanted you. 

“Please my prince, let me cum on your cock. Please, I’ve been so good!” You cry trying to even comprehend words, “Please let me cum and make me yours forever!” At those words he groans loudly. Those were the magic words. His thrusts became stronger, if that was even possible, drawing a loud moan from you. 

“Then cum!” He snarls as his hips continued to piston into you. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, the cry that left your lips caused the lights in the room to flicker. The energy coming from you was overwhelming throwing Micheal into his own orgasm. His final growl was animalistic, demonic even, it was the hottest thing you had ever heard. Micheals thrusts slowed until the both of you lay still. He smirked at the sight of his princess fucked out and tired, he laid a gentle smack to your ass causing you to squeal. He gently caressed the cheek in his hand before flipping you on your back. 

You laid there trying to catch your breath, your eyes automatically locking with his. 

“I’m not sure I will be able to walk my love,” you giggle pulling him down to you for a final kiss. He chuckled against your lips before pulling away, “That’s alright, you stay here and rest beautiful,” he says, “I will be back in a little bit,” he kisses your forehead before standing up and getting dressed. 

“I love you my prince,” you whisper before falling into a deep sleep. You weren’t sure what time it was when Micheal came back but you did end up finding his way back to bed. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist and pull you towards him. You couldn’t stop yourself from cuddling even closer, feeling safe in his arms.

Days passed and things seemed to still be going in the right direction, as you had hoped they would. Though Micheal had been going out more, which you gladly followed. It wasn’t until that day, you were both heading towards some random area. Micheal seemed adamant that you get there quickly, and now you could see why. Three charred corpses were in your line of sight, you knew one of them belonged to the woman who acted like his mother. A scream of agony resonated from him as he mourned for his dead mother. 

“It’s over,” Cordelia says from behind the both of you, where had she come from? You stood by Micheal, his form still slightly shaking.  “We know who you are, your allies are all dead,” she continued to speak, “You failed,”

 Micheal was angered by this, “Then you know I can defy death, I’ll just bring her back. My Ms. Mead will stand by me to watch you die.” He manages to speak out.

“You can go to hell, but you won’t find her there,” she spoke, “her soul is hidden under a spell that only I can break. You’ll never see her again.” He fell to his knees, you could feel his pain it hurt you just as much as it hurt him. 

“You’re all alone,” Cordelia continues, you knew Micheal wasn’t alone, he had you and his father. 

“I have my father,” he mumbles, he takes your arm as you kneel next to him, “I have my princess,” his voice soft, almost powerless almost trying to convince himself that he wouldn’t lose you.

“Where is your father now? Why did he let this happen? You don’t have to follow this path he laid out for you,” she tells him, you didn’t see hostility in her but you could tell Micheal was conflicted. 

“As for her,” she starts, “Do you think she will stay by you? Do you think she will be able to survive all of this?” She questions him, you knew she wanted to continue speaking. 

“I will always stand by him,” you growl lowly not liking her tone as she spoke to you. 

“You can write your own destiny, there is humanity in you. I see it,” she stands up, “If you come with me, maybe we can find it, together,” You were slightly shocked when Micheal takes her hand as he stood to his feet. You watched as his tightened his grip on her, drawing her close, 

“Somehow, someway, I will bring her back and then I’m going to kill every last one of you,”  he growls before taking your arm and walking away. You knew what Micheal had to do but did he want you to take that journey with him? He had to speak to him father and you weren’t so sure if he would want you present. 

“My love?” You say softly as you walk swiftly with him. “I want you to know I will never leave your side, no matter what,” you say confidently. He doesn’t respond but he nods at your comment. You could tell, now wasn’t the time for that. 

Going to the woods was your next destination, you had honestly believed Micheal would have told you to stay at the school so he could be alone to find himself but he kept you right by his side. You watched him draw the pentagram on the ground, big enough for the both of you to sit in the center. He declared he would not leave the circle till he got his answer, you knew his father wouldn’t speak so easily. He knelt In the middle, prepared to wait for the answer he was looking for. You sat beside him, your hand placed gently on his thigh as he stared into the woods. 

The sun fell from the sky, then rose, before you had known it four days had gone by. Micheal hadn’t moved an inch, your head was placed gently on his lap. His forehead laid gently on your temple as he was trying to be as comfortable as possible. 

He suddenly sat up, looking around as if he had seen something before he began to talk to no one. Slowly you sat up, no one was around you but you knew this meant he was being tested. Whoever it was, he wanted them to leave and declared them not to be real. He seemed distraught for a few moments before he launched himself up at no one before falling onto his back once more. He was afraid. 

A black goat appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, a sign from his father. Micheal wasted no time before launching himself at the goat, stabbing it spraying blood all over himself. In his rage, he ripped the poor animals horns off, more blood covered his nice clothes. You would be lying if you said it wasn’t the hottest thing you had ever seen. Whenever Micheal acted on his rage, it sent tingles down your spin. 

“What do you want from me?!” He cries to no one, “What am I supposed to do?!” He shouts hoping his father would answer. He fell to his knees, a small sob escaping his lips. You crawled over to him, 

“My love,” you whisper grabbing his attention immediately. Your hands cupped his face, you brought his face to yours in a searing kiss. Things did heat up, he took you right there in the middle of the woods. Much to your surprise he was gentle with you, slow, taking his time to savor every moment he had with you. It was amazing… You knew he was going to get his answer soon. 

After all of that, you had found yourself at a church for his father, a woman of the congregation offered to take you both in for something to eat. You paid no mind to their conversation until you were heard the woman shout, a knife in hand. Micheal didn’t seem frightened by this but that was cause he knew they were waiting for him. He was the anti-christ. 

The knife brought to his throat, “Well before you kill me, see me!” He growls moving his hair to the side showing off the mark he had behind his ear. It was almost immediate that the woman dropped the knife and gasped “Hail satan! Our savior has risen!” 

The next events you knew what likely was to come, walking in the pouring rain towards the satanic church where he would make himself known to the group. You three had barged in just before the human sacrifice where Micheal was now given the honor of doing so. He walked towards them, not before offering his arm to you. 

“This honor is yours too my princess,” he whispers shocking the woman, the whole group seemed to also be surprised at this. You smiled widely, he would do the killing and you would stay behind and watch. He took the sacrifices and slit their throats, the choir singing louder than before setting the tone for the ‘praise’ they were giving. Once the deed was done, seeing Micheal in front of the bloody bodies sent a hot wave through your body towards your core. The look on his face, demonic and strong, it was attractive. 

“Micheal~” you whisper as you stand beside him. He glances at you, curiosity in his eyes. “I want you, now,” you whimper looking up at him. His eyes instantly grew dark, those in the room bowed before him chanting, hail satan. He pulls you towards his, his lips smashing into yours in a hungry and rough kiss. No one in the room did anything, just continued with their chanting. Micheal picked you up by your waist, lifting you up onto the alter you legs automatically wrapping tightly around his slim waist, your lips never parting from his. He began to bunch up your dress, not plaining to waste a single second. You undid his pants, just enough to free his hardened cock. 

He pushes your panties aside, pushing his dick into you with no hesitation. He was pounding into you ruthlessly, you didn’t even try to hide the fact that this was happening. Your moans loud as he made you feel better than ever. The people around you watching as he pleased you, only increasing the pleasure. 

“You like that they’re watching, princess?” He growls into your ear as he pounds into you, you can’t hide it, 

“Yes!” You cry as he continues, he chuckles darkly. He takes your legs, widening them letting his go deeper. The idea of these people watching and the pace Micheal had set made your orgasm come quicker than. 

“Who’s making you feel this good?” He groans into your ear, 

“You are my prince,” he slaps your thigh harshly signaling that that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. He thrusted roughly just before you answered, 

“You are my king!” You shout shamelessly drawing a groan from his lips. “Please let me cum, my king, please,” you beg for everyone to hear. 

He laughs evilly, “Not yet my queen, you will cum with me,” your eyes water as the pleasure grows stronger and harder to contain. 

His thrusts becoming sloppy and less precise, “Cum my queen,” you cry out, your walls clamping down on him threw him over the edge, his cum filling you up. Your body shook from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He pulls your lips to his in a passionate kiss, it showed you how much he loved you. The following events that happened that night were a blur, the pounding that Micheal had gave you honestly tired you out. You knew that this was just the beginning of a huge plan that you knew he would be able to execute properly. 

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[3monthsineurope]

June 8, 2021

Tuesday morning Ingvar and I got up at 3am. I had packed my suitcase the day before, and got everything ready. Ingvar was taking me to SeaTac to go to Charlotte, North Carolina! Haley and I were meeting up! Originally, my flight was at 10 am, but a few weeks ago, they changed it to 7:22! So early. So Ingvar and I left Bellingham around 3:40. I had some peanut butter toast and Xanax, so hopefully I wasn’t going to feel anxious. Ingvar was driving my car. The drive was going fine—I wasn’t too anxious. But, at Smokey Point we stopped and used the rest stop. We stretched and got some fresh air, then the car wouldn’t start! I have been having some issues with my Ford Escape, but we put a new battery in it, two weeks before. Wow, this was not cool! I still had to get to the airport, so I called Mom and Dad. Dad was shocked that my car was having issues! Mon was going to rush from Camano (at 4:30 am!!) to take Ingvar and I down to SeaTac. Surprisingly, I didn’t have much anxiety when this was happening. We weren’t too stressed for time, so I knew I would still make my flight. Thankfully, after about ten minutes, my car started! We called Mom and Dad back and they were super relieved.

The rest of the drive to SeaTac was uneventful. Ingvar used the express lanes. He dropped me off right around 5:30. Thanks again for driving me, babes! I didn’t have a bag to check this time, so I went right to security. Since I have precheck, going though is so easy! I don’t have to take off my shoes or take out my liquids, which is so nice. I headed straight to the only lounge open, The Club at SEA. I had a mimosa, some yogurt with granola, and a mini chocolate muffin. It’s still so cool to me, that I get to go in lounges at the airport!

Fifteen minutes before my flight started boarding, I left the lounge and made my way across the airport to the D gates. I had seat 20F— a window of course. The boarding had finished and there was an empty middle seat! Sadly, some woman had tried to sit herself in first class, but had been kicked back to her regular seat, right next to me. The woman on the outside of my row was really nice! She was on her first plane ever. I got her set up on the wifi and took photos for her a few times, out the window. She was really kind and let the middle seat woman use her coat.

The flight was very chill. I was really tired (I tried to get more than six hours of sleep the night before, but I ended up getting around five hours of not super restful sleep), so I ended up dozing most of the flight. I didn’t even get a drink or snack, I just listened to music on my phone and tried to tune out the five kids in my immediate area, haha. Before I knew it, almost five hours had passed and we were landing in Charlotte! The landing was a little rough.

After getting off the plane, I made my way to ground transportation and figured out where to call an Uber from. My driver was super nice. Wow, it was as hot out! Upper 70s with 90 percent humidity! I don’t know if I’ve ever been in weather like that. I was still wearing a sweatshirt, too! We drove for about fifteen minutes, then found where our Airbnb was supposed to be. The driver couldn’t find the exact address, so I got out and searched around. I couldn’t find it either, even though Google Maps was telling me it was right around me. I ended up asking a girl walking her dog, and she directed me to a street a block over. There is a ton of construction in Charlotte (it’s the fastest growing city in America, right now!), so I guess the construction was confusing the GPS. Once I found North Davidson Street, I was able to find our Airbnb. We need a code to get into the building, and a different code for our apartment.

Our place is so nice! It’s a loft. And bigger than Ingvar’s and I’s apartment, for sure! Our place is right in the middle of NoDa, which is a really hip and artistic area. I was still kinda pooped from traveling and not sleeping much, so I plugged in my phone to charge, brought my bags up to our room upstairs, and took about an hour nap on the couch downstairs. Around 6, I woke up and did my make up. I called an Uber and headed back to the airport to get Haley!

I was a little early, but that’s better than late! Haley landed just before 7 and met me at baggage claim! I was so happy to see her! She was pretty surprised how at how hot it was! We left the airport and got another Uber. This time I put in a restaurant right next to our Airbnb so we could go the right place. Haley and I checked out the Airbnb, then decided we needed some real food—we hadn’t eaten much during traveling.

We walked around the area we are staying, called NoDa. We saw a few restaurants that sounded good, but we ended up eating outside at a place called Room and Board. It looked like an old sorority or fraternity house! It was Haley’s first time being served by a waitress without a mask on! We each had some wine and shared a BBQ platter and a pan style chicken Parmesan pizza. The food was tasty and the service was really good! After dinner, we went home and watched the first episode of the new season of the Bachelorette! The Airbnb host left us a bottle of wine so we shared that and caught up. I love spending time with Haley—this was going to be such a fun sister trip! We went to bed around 11. :]

[pftones3482]

Simple

For the anon who bought me the absurd amount of Ko-Fi’s. It’s not nearly the length I’d write for an actual commission, but it’s something lol. 

Set mid-season 3, before they found Shiro. Under a cut for length. 

~~

It was supposed to be a simple mission.

In, out.

Pidge hacks their way into the base, Hunk takes out the weapons systems, Lance backs Keith up while he searches the data base for signs of Shiro, Coran and Allura stay on the castle ship as backup.

Simple.

Nothing was ever fucking simple.

“Down!” Keith shouted, dropping to his knees and dragging his bayard across the thighs of the enemy soldier coming at him. He stumbled, bent at the hip, and doubled onto the floor next to Keith, where he drove his sword into the soldier’s stomach.

Across the room, Pidge obliged, using Hunk as a shield while she furiously attempted to override the security system protocol that had been activated when she attempted to hack into the base in the first place. Hunk, intent on protecting her, mirrored Keith, dropping to one knee and keeping a steady grip on his bayard as he shot the soldiers and drones coming for them. Keith��s warning prevented them from getting shot through the head by an enemy sniper at Keith’s three o’clock.

Keith twisted on his knee once he was certain they were safe, the muscles in his legs protesting at the weird angle. He ignored the twinge, stabbed another soldier, eyes darting behind him for the remaining paladin.

Lance was his backup. The sniper. Behind him, his right hand, at his back every step of the way. He’d been holding his own this whole time, taking shot after shot and keeping the three of them safe.

So where the fuck was he?

“Lance!” Keith shouted.

No response, either in person or via the comms system. Keith spared one last glance at Hunk and Pidge. Pidge was still intent on her keyboard, and as Keith watched, cameras started sparking around the room. Hunk caught his eye and jutted his chin up to the upper landing. “Go!” he shouted. “We got the floor!”

Six months ago, Keith wouldn’t have thought much of that promise. Now, he trusted this group of people more than he had anyone else in the universe, and he turned his back on the soldiers and sprinted for the stairs.

He took them two at a time, sometimes three, using his jetpack to propel him faster. As he climbed, an anxious sense of terror clawed it’s way up his throat. Lance always responded. Whether witty, intense, or breathless, he always responded. To not respond just wasn’t in his character.

He rounded the last step and froze.

Lance was pressed into the wall that looked down on the room they were in. Why they couldn’t see him. His gun was gone, back to the red bayard, lifeless a few feet from his grasping fingers. Why he wasn’t shooting. There was a Galra soldier pressing a clawed hand to his throat, Lance’s lips parted in a desperate, airless gasp as the enemy soldier drove a blade deeper into the slim gap between armor pieces on his gut. His helmet was on the floor.

Why he hadn’t responded.

Keith’s vision went red and he screamed. Grabbed his knife from it’s holster on his back and whipped it full force. It spiraled and shifted into a sword mid-throw, embedding with a sickening thud into the side of the Galra’s head and sending him toppling to the ground in a heap.

The Galra’s sword was ripped from Lance’s side at the impact and Lance gasped, both hands clinging to the wound as Keith raced over to him and slid to his knees next to him, barely sparing a glance for the attacker, and only long enough of a glance to make sure he was dead. “Shit, shit, shit,” Keith hissed, letting his own trembling hands hover over Lance’s stomach.

Lance’s swallow was audible. “I’m fine,” he grunted, shifting a little. “He wanted information first, not…not to kill me. He was holding back.”

Keith’s mouth was dry. His heart was somewhere in his ears as he settled a careful hand over Lance’s. He remembered his team a second later. “We need emergency evac,” he said into the comms.

“What’s happened?” Allura demanded.

“Lance is hurt,” Keith clipped. “Pidge, Hunk-”

“Only a minute away from full upload of the servers,” Pidge informed him. Her voice echoed from where he could hear it below them. A deafening blast informed Keith that she and Hunk were still being attacked. “If I quit now, we only get about 37% of it.”

“Then quit,” Keith snapped.

“Don’t,” Lance managed. He lifted a hand, bloody, to cover Keith’s, and spoke louder so the team could hear him through Keith’s comms. “It’s only a minute. It’ll take that long for Allura and Coran to get down here anyway. Keep going. Hold off those Galra.”

“I’m trying, buddy,” Hunk grunted. His voice was breathless. “On your six, Keith, coming your way.”

Keith reached back and grabbed his blade from the fallen Galra’s head, looking at Lance. “Stay,” he ordered.

Lance snorted, pressing harder to his stomach. “Like I have a choice.”

Keith took a stance in front of his teammate and braced himself as three Galra charged up the stairs. Two had guns, one a knife. They stopped for a second, took stock of the situation, and then one of the ones with a gun took aim at Lance.

The red returned and Keith dove at them. He lost track of his movements, twisting, ducking, grabbing, stabbing, yanking. A stinging pain on his leg alerted him to being injured, but it was swept away when another gun was aimed at Lance, who now had his shield up.

It didn’t matter. Keith wasn’t going to let them anywhere near him. He stabbed one of the gunmen through the throat, watched him fall, spun again. Clashed swords, and in the struggle, summoned his bayard to push through the chest of the swordsman. He hit the floor.

The last gunman, bleeding, managed one shot. Lance, though groggy, deflected it off his shield, but Keith still tackled the soldier, brought him to the floor. He stabbed him, again and again, rage bubbling up inside him, something like a choked sob spilling from his lips at some point.

A hand settled on his shoulder, careful, tentative, and Keith whirled, freezing when he saw Lance there.

He was bent double, one arm wrapped around his torso, and when he locked eyes with Keith, his jaw went slack. There were tears in his eyes, though whether it was from pain or from watching his teammate fully murder three people, Keith didn’t know.

He faltered, falling back into his senses, and looked down at his hands.

Claws.

The blade clattered to the floor and Keith lifted his hands quickly, wrenching off his helmet. Lance sucked in a breath right as Keith felt the fur around his ears, saw the purple tint to his skin, and he whimpered against his better judgement.

“I’m-”

“Hey.”

Lance had dropped to his knees in front of Keith, and now he eased him off of the dead Galra soldier. His free hand stayed firm on Keith’s shoulder. “Look at me,” Lance whispered.

Keith’s lip quivered, but he did as he asked. Lance softened a little at his look, and his mouth quirked in a humorless chuckle. “You have cat eyes.”

Keith shot his hands up to his eyes, nearly jabbing his claws into them, and Lance winced, reaching up to grab his fingers, not even flinching at the fur. “Hey,” he said again, soft. “That’s not what I meant. It’s okay, dude.”

“It’s…it’s not, I’m…I…”

“You,” Lance said slowly, lowering Keith’s hands to his lap and then lifting his own hand again and settling it unwaveringly against his purple cheek. “Saved my life. Galra or not. Thought we were past this?”

Keith bit his lip, wrinkling his nose at the prickle of fangs. “It’s different when I look like them,” he murmured, looking down at the floor.

“You’re not them,” Lance promised, keeping his voice low. “Breathe with me, dude. In.”

Keith hadn’t realized how hard his heart was pounding until he started forcing it to slow down, but Lance’s voice eased him. As he watched, his claws retreated, his skin eased back to it’s normal shade. He felt his fangs retract, and by the time Hunk got up to them, he was normal again.

Lance, fully exhausted, looked up at Hunk with a weary smile. “Hunk, my man. Get Red for me?”

He passed out into Keith’s lap.

~~

The pod fixed him in less than six hours.

“Just a stab wound,” Coran said, as if it was a normal thing.

Keith supposed it was, around this place.

He left Pidge and Hunk to go over their findings from the base with Coran and Allura, too anxious about Lance to even leave the pod room after he got his own knife wound (very minor) bandaged. He sat there for about four and a half hours, aimlessly twirling his knife, before the pod beeped, indicating that it was about to open. Keith stood quickly, sheathing the knife, and prepared himself.

Lance stumbled out and Keith steadied him gently. He wasn’t as bad as he had been the first time, though that was probably because of the significant decrease in time in the pod, but for a moment he still swayed. When he finally blinked clearly, he looked at Keith in confusion.

“Was I in long?”

“Only a couple hours,” Keith assured him.

“So…why did you wait for me?”

Keith faltered, let his hand drop from Lance’s shoulder. “I uh…I wanted to make sure you were okay. Apologize.”

“Apo-? What the fuck for, dude?”

Keith shifted, glancing away, rubbing his neck. “Going all feral back there, putting you in danger with the mission in the first place. Putting you all in that kind of danger, I…I’d never forgive myself if-”

“Okay first of all,” Lance interrupted, crossing his arms and looking a little peeved, “we all agreed on the mission. It was a team effort, and hopefully it gets us closer to finding Shiro. Second, you didn’t go feral, man.”

Keith flinched and crossed his arms, rubbing his hands up and down his shoulders. “I sprouted fur, Lance, I don’t know how much more feral I could get.”

“Full furry? I don’t know dude, but that wasn’t feral,” Lance chuckled. His smile was fond when Keith looked up. Lance reached out, hesitated, settled for putting a hand on Keith’s shoulder. “You got protective. That’s all. And I appreciate that.”

Keith bit his lip, gnawed on it. “Can we…not tell the team about it? I’m…I know everyone says they’re okay with…with me being half Galra, b-but it’s different. Seeing it, I mean.”  

Lance softened and squeezed Keith’s shoulder. “Of course, man. I won’t say a word if you don’t want me to. But they won’t care. We love you regardless.”

Against his will, Keith’s cheeks burned at the affection in Lance’s voice. He looked down, swallowing, trying to remember how to speak. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” Lance said, his voice low.

He leaned in, and before Keith could process, he brushed a gentle kiss across his cheek. “Now let’s go see the results we risked our lives for, mm? Plus I’m starving, dude.”

Lance practically skipped out of the room, leaving Keith to follow with his hands pressed against the goddamn cherry that used to be his face and his heart practically jumping out of his throat. His palms were sweating.

Shit.

Why the fuck was nothing ever simple?

#klance #my writing #voltron #vld #klance whump #blood tw #injury tw #galra keith #keith is very gay and lance is super into it

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Southern Hospitality | Erik Killmonger X Black Reader | Chpt. 2

Summary: College AU where Erik seems to make the reader’s college transition a nightmare, while some how making it better as well

Chapter 3 | Chapter 1

Word count: 2.8k 

A/N: So I’m in love with this series, but please don’t expect updates this frequent. lol I have to warn yall that due to my school schedule I can be wilding inconsistent. But please enjoy and tell me what you think 

It had been 4 weeks since your incident on the side of the road, and despite numerous run ins with Erik, the two of you haven't spoken since that night. You attempted to speak, or even just offer up a kind smile when you saw him on campus but Erik acted as if you were completely invisible. And if he did acknowledge you, it was simply with a slight eyebrow raise as if to say "why are you speaking to me". This just confirmed that Erik was in fact the asshole you thought he was the day yall meet in the cafe. 

But since that night you've had time to recuperate and refocus. 4.0 season was back in full effect, and you were ready to have a hot girl semester. Especially with midterms approaching, the social politics of your life couldn't be your main concern. The organic chemistry you had sprawled out on the living room coffee table, took top priority. 

"Fuck this!" you mumbled shoving the large green useless organic chem textbook onto the floor.  That boost of confidence you just had, quickly dissipated and left you sitting confused on the floor. 

"Hey babe, whatchu in here groaning about?" Mackenzie, one of your three suitemates, asked chipperly walking to plop down on the couch. 

You held up the pile of homework, groaning even louder. Kenzie ignored it, and grabbed the remote from the side of you and flipped the t.v on to her favorite show, The Hills. A reality t.v show following the most privileged and prestigious white people in L.A.  You assumed Kenzie liked watching this crap so much because it reminded her of home.  Los Angeles, where she was a trendsetter spending her time in exclusive clubs, and spending $20 on a salad. Although popular, at MIT Mackenzie was no more than a pretty face that everyone was sure only got in due to her parents very generous donations to the university.  As was the case with your other suitemates as well. 

"No kenz, I'm doing homework take this crap somewhere else." 

"Forget your homework! You're literally weeks ahead... you've earned a break."  

You rolled your eyes then began to gather your school work. Taking a break wasn't a privilege you had. Either you work your ass off, or you went back home to Ft. Worth no in between. 

"oh my gosh y/n, you should come out with us! Please, you haven't been out once this semester, reward all your hard work!" She begged. 

Your immediate reaction was to decline. You weren't much of a partier to begin with, and you were a little uneasy about going out with your suitemates. The same girls who couldn't even wait for you in the cafe. But you struggled to make friends while being down here, your suitemates were the only people on campus you knew... besides Erik. You thought this could be an opportunity to see them as more than those rich white girls from the west coast, so against your better judgment you accepted the invitation. 

"YAY, Y/N IS COMING!" Kenzie yelled down the hall to the other suitemates, who let out small shrieks and squeals from the other side of their doors. 

Hours passed and it was time for you to start getting ready. You wanted to feel excited about tonight, but all that lingered was an anxious feeling in your chest. You had spent the past hours thinking of excuses to get yourself out of going, but any you presented to kenzie were quickly shot down, followed by your other suites mates telling you, no matter what you were going. 

"Y/N!!" Mason shouted from the kitchen. 

"We're taking shots!" Brooklyn announced, putting the shot glass in your hand. 

On three, the four of yall took the vodka shots back. Some followed them with a chaser, and scrunched faces. You followed yours with another shot, this time Malibu Rum, something sweet to get the taste out of your mouth. 

"You better be getting ready!" Kenzie shouted as she handed you a strawberry margarita. You nodded, retreating back to your room to start your transformation. 

You assumed if you were going to go out, the least you could do was be the baddest bitch out. You did a balck and grey smokey eye topped with the most extravagant lashes you could find. Then topped your lips with your fenty lip gloss. You wore a black strapless sequined dress with a pair of pumps. Even if the night didn't live up to you expectations, this outfit certainly would. 

"UBER'S HERE! HURRY BITCHES, LET'S TAKE ONE MORE SHOT!" 

After downing your margarita, you went into the kitchen to take another shot of vodka. 

"Now, where ready!" Kenzie announced. 

-

The club your suitemates decided to drag you to, had a special MIT college night. Which meant reduced admission, and free drinks for all MIT students.  As expected, what seemed like the entire university was there tonight. Usually the large crowd would have you feeling very self conscious and anxious. But you were starting to feel those shots from earlier and couldn't think of anything but dancing... and getting another drink. 

"Coke and Henny for you." Brooklyn shouted over the music, handing you the drink. 

You swayed your hips to the Drake song the dj played, and observed the various white girls attempts at twerking. If you weren't drunk you'd probably be judging them right now, but the liquor made you much more forgiving. It also made you have to pee. 

You attempted to inform your suitemates that you had to go to the bathroom, but they all seemed to be preoccupied with dancing with brad, Chad, and justin to pay attention to you. The last thing you were going to do was wait for them. You were a grown woman fully capable of going pee, alone. So you set out to find your way to the bathroom. 

You stumbled through the crowd, the bright lights blurring your vision. It was as if your brain wasn't able to focus on one thing, but instead tried to focus on everything. But despite your clear impairment you made it to the bathroom. 

"You are so pretty, oh my gosh I love your hair, It's like snakes!" This white girl slurred as she ran her fingers through your box braids. You snatched your hair out her hands. 

"Let's not do that!" 

You proceeded to pee, then started your journey back to find your friends. Incapable of walking in a straight line you frantically bump and tripped over everyone you encountered. You made sure to say sorry to each person before bumping into the next. You were seconds from falling straight on your ass when two hands reached out and grabbed your waist. 

"Where the fuck are your friends?" He growled. 

You looked up to see Erik pulling you up toward him. He had one arm around your waist, supporting all the weight you just pushed on him. For a brief moment a smile spread on your face, happy to see a familiar face then you quickly remembered the bullshit he had been pulling these last weeks. 

"Y/n, Where are you friends?" 

"Fuck you! Get off me! You can't speak to me one campus, but now you wanna be here, that's hoe shit!" You protested, shoving Erik to no result. He still held you tight, and unless he allowed it, you weren't going anywhere. 

"Where. Are. Your. Friends?!" He shouted once more. Speaking slowly as if to give the words time to really sink into your thick skull. 

You took a moment to look around. This had been where your suitemates were when you left to go to the bathroom, but suddenly they were nowhere to be found. You spotted one of the boys that they were dancing with before you left to bathroom, and flagged him down. 

"Where are my roommates?"

"They left about 10 minutes ago, something about hitting a different club." 

You turned back to Erik who was very clearly aggravated. Despite being drunk you were still able to notice the vein that slightly popped on his forehead from his jaws clenching.  Your heart dropped, you should have known better than to put an ounce of trust into those hoes. 

"Ion got friends, fuck them bitches! ... I'm going home." 

You started your walk to the entrance, and after a couple steps tripped over your own feet and fell straight on your ass in front of the bar. Once again, Erik was there to pick you up off the floor. 

"Get the fuck up! ... I'm taking you home." 

"I don't need help!" You objected all while gripping Erik's hand as he guided you out the club. You stumbled some, begging Erik to slow down. He swore that he was walking as slow as he could, and that your 'drunk as was trippin'. But you swore it felt as if he was making you damn near sprint down this street. 

"Stop! Stop! I- I just need a break." You begged. 

You released his hand and plopped down on the curb. Erik let out a frustrated sigh. He had half a mind to leave your dumbass here, but what you said earlier about there not being a lot of black people on campus really resonated with him. He felt as if he had an obligation to watch out for you, especially knowing if he didn't none of these whites would. 

"Y/n... Let's go." Erik implored. 

But you paid it no mind.  The same feeling you had when you'd come home from the swimming pool and laid in your bed, like you could still feel the water swaying your body, that was the exact feeling you had right now. When you closed your eyes, the world melted. The loud music from the club, the fact your so called friends left you, Erik's nagging. None of it mattered. 

"You got a hot 10 seconds." Erik announced breaking your calm. You stuck out your bottom lip pouting some, all you wanted was to sit here on this curb. Why was that so absurd.  You slowly stood up, your head spinning as you did. Erik let you grab his hand and lean against him while the two of you walked to his car. 

"Your friends aren't gonna be mad you left to campus without them? I would be mad if my friends left to campus without me. Oh wait, they did." 

Erik chuckled some. Although he knew your calm demeanor about the situation was a result of the alcohol, he still appreciated the way you were handling the situation. 

"Nah them niggas be ight, they asses don't even go to MIT."

He had parked in the grass, in the overflow parking. With each step you took your heels sunk deeper and deeper into the grass, making it more difficult to walk. As if that was what you need, a harder time walking. At some point the grass turned into a rocky patch of gravel, and your heel landed on a rock causing your ankle to turn and twist and you almost dropped to the floor. 

"Ight, I'm getting sick of this shit y/n." Erik warned. 

"That wasn't me, the rock! The rock!" 

Erik helped you into the car then jogged to get in the driver's seat. Once he asked where you stayed, and as hard as you thought your brain couldn't come up with an address, just a vague depiction of what you think your student housing building looked like. 

"The blue building" 

"Blue bui- do you know home many fucking blue building are on campus?!"  He scolded. 

Immediately tears swelled in you eyes. You couldn't remember where you stayed, your suitemates left you, and now Erik was yelling at you. This wasn't what your first semester was supposed to be like. This wasn't what you came all the way to Michigan for. 

"My roommates left, and now you're mad at me. I don't know what I did to make you hate me so much, I- I just wanted a black friend cause all these white people be pissing me off ... I wanna go home. I wanna go back to Ft. Worth. I'm calling my mom to tell her I'm coming home." You sobbed. 

You fumbled through your small black clutch for you phone, but due to the alcohol, and the tears everything meshed into one big blur. 

"No, your not calling your mom and your not going back to Ft. Worth." 

Erik took your whole purse and sat it on the floor, beside his feet. Tears still streamed your face, and you continued to rant on about how mad Erik was at you and how much he hated you. 

"You won't even speak to me on campus!" 

"I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you. Okay? I'm just trying to get you home safe. Okay. I- ... I'm sorry I made you feel that way." 

The apology felt bitter coming off his tongue. If he thought you'd remember this conversation the slightest bit in the morning he wouldn't have said it. But at this point he just wanted you to stop fucking crying. 

After asking a thousand questions to figure out exactly which blue building you stayed at, Erik was no closer to getting you home than before. His blood began to boil, the more frustrated he got, and he made an executive decision. If he couldn't take you back to your dorm, and he couldn't leave your ass on the side of the road, then he was just going to take you back to his apartment. 

"Where are we going?!" You whined. 

"My apartment, since you don't know where the fuck you live." 

Erik pulled off, and started to drive. The two of you fell into silence, not like when yall first met at the cafe, this was mutual.. comfortable. Within a few minutes yall had arrived at an apartment complex that was walking distance from campus. Erik walked over to the passenger side and helped you out of the car. He held your hand as you wobbled to his apartment.

"Oh shit E, you didn't tell us you had company." One of his roommates teased as the two of you walked in the door. 

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" His other roommate jokes. 

"Shut the fuck up, for real." Erik warned. 

The two frat like white boys smiles quickly dropped, and they darted their eyes to the floor not even daring to look up at the two of you. 

"C'mon." Erik mumbled guiding you to the back of the apartment, where his bedroom was. 

He shuffled through his drawers, then pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. He tossed them at you, basically smacking you in the face. He told you that you could change since you probably didn't wanna sleep in your dress. You agreed. 

Usually you were too bashful to change around peope, let alone a nigga. But the term liquid courage, was an accurate one. You shed your dress right there on his bed and changed into his t-shirt. Erik watched, surprised you'd strip with him in the room, but he didn't say anything. 

"Imma sleep on the couch." He announced, after changing into a pair of polo sleep pants and keeping on his solid black t shirt. 

"Noo, stay with me... I don't wanna go to sleep yet. Please." 

Erik sighed then reluctantly sat alongside you on the bed. Again, silence filled the space around you two. 

"You really should take your ass to sleep!" Erik said finally breaking the silence. 

You didn't say anything. For the first time since you'd seen Erik in the cafe, you really took him in. His big arms, his low husky voice, and the gold caps in his mouth made your knees weak. You spent so much time focused on how big of an asshole this man was, you didn't realize how absolutely jaw dropping he really is. 

Without much of a thought you crashed your lips into his, and to your surprise he kissed you back. Erik's hand traveled up your body until it landed at the nape of your neck. He drew you in close to him as he intensified the kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

Your body felt hot all over. You couldn't deny how bad you wanted him, and you wanted him now. While he kissed you, you tugged at the hem of his polo sleep pants, and at this point Erik broke away from you. He wiped the edge of his mouth averting his eyes from your gaze, then standing up. 

"Go to sleep." He mumbled before flipping off the light and walking out.

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#Erik Killmonger #erik × reader #erik stevens #black panther #fanfic #michael b jordan #black reader #southern hospitality

[freddiesaysalright]

Dancing With Ben Week 11

A Ben Hardy x Reader Fic Redemption Week - Jive 2.0

Summary: Reader is one of the pro dancers on Dancing With the Stars. It’s her second season on the show, and this time, her partner is none other than Ben Hardy. Will they win the Mirror Ball? Maybe they’ll win something even more meaningful!

Word Count: 3.5K

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A/N: So! Some fun stuff in this one! I included a fun dance for rehearsal since the routine they’re doing is a repeat! I like fun new dance content y’all. Also, a lil BoRhap reunion in this one! Hope y’all enjoy!

Week 1  Week 2  Week 3  Week 4  Week 5 Week 6  Week 7  Week 8  Week 9  Week 10

Week 11 here we go!!!

“We made it to the semi-finals!” you cried excitedly, hugging Ben as you entered rehearsal together. “Can you believe it?”

“Hardly!” he returned through a laugh. “We’ve been working so hard, and it feels like it’s really paying off.”

“I know!” you said. “I’m so proud of you, I could scream!”

“Please don’t scream,” he chuckled.

“I won’t, but oh my God! This is amazing!”

You beamed at each other for a moment.

“So, what’s this week’s dance?” he wondered.

“I actually don’t know,” you told him. “This week is the week we re-do a dance we did earlier this season to show how much you’ve improved. One of the judges will meet us here and will tell us which dance they’d like to see us do again.” 

“I hope they choose the waltz,” he said.

You chuckled. “But we just did that one.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but I really loved it.”

“Me too,” you agreed. “But until the mystery judge gets here, I brought some friends to keep us company during rehearsal today.”

His brow furrowed. “Who?”

“Come in, guys!” you called.

Through the door came Rami, Joe, and Gwilym. The latter two had flown in to see the semi-finals and finals of the show and support Ben. They were certain he’d make it to the finals and wanted to be in the audience this week and next. Ben gave a cry of delight and leapt into their collective arms. They all laughed as they embraced him and told him what a great job he was doing. Joe and Rami came over to say hello to you again, hugging you and pecking your cheek. Then Gwilym approached to introduce himself.

“Gwilym Lee,” he said, extending his hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you replied. “It’s wonderful to meet you.”

“You as well,” he returned. “Ben hardly shuts up about you in our group chat, so I’m excited to see you in person.”

You laughed. “That’s funny, he hardly shuts up about the three of you to me.”

Ben bear hugged Gwilym from behind and kissed his neck.

“Thank you for coming all this way,” he murmured. 

Gwil patted his arm softly and smiled. “Of course, Ben. We wouldn’t miss it.”

“What dance are you doing this week?” Joe wondered.

You explained to him what you had explained to Ben about it being a redemption week, so neither of you knew yet. 

“I hope it’s the salsa,” Rami said. “Maybe you’d get to come back, Joe.”

“I don’t know if my body could take that,” Joe laughed. “That was tough. Although, Y/N is a wonderful teacher.”

“Thank you, Joe,” you returned. “You’re an excellent student.”

You all chatted for a bit while you waited for whichever judge to come in. After about ten minutes or so, you hear the door open.

“Knock, knock,” came the voice of Len Goodman.

“Len!” you cried.

He came over and shook hands with you and Ben. He offered a little wave to the rest of the boys. Then he smiled widely at you and your partner.

“Well, I am glad to see you two,” he said kindly. “And I’m glad I’m your special coach this week. You two have done so well and are at the top of the leaderboard. Oh, and congratulations on making it to the semi-finals.”

You and Ben both thanked him.

“This week, the other judges and I want to see you dance your jive again,” he continued. “We thought your jive was great, but now that you’re a real dancer, you can make it outstanding.”

“Okay,” you said with an excited clap. “I’m ready to get started.”

“Just a moment,” Len said. “You’ve brought some friends, but I’ve also brought friends of my own.”

You and Ben exchanged a confused glance.

“Not to worry, Ben,” Len said. “You’ve met them before. Please say hello to Brian May, Roger Taylor, and Adam Lambert!”

“Shut the fuck up!” you yelled, your hands covering your mouth right after.

The three men walked through the door of the studio and your heart skipped several beats. You thought you might pass out. You actually stumbled but Ben caught you. When you were steady, he joined the other boys in greeting the band. You looked at Len, dumbfounded.

“Wh - how?” you wondered.

“They’re all in town and they offered to come and play the song for you and Ben to dance to,” he explained.

You gave Len a hug and then watched while Ben, Rami, Gwil, and Joe talked with the band. Your heart fluttered again, and you weren’t sure what to do. Your thirteen-year-old self’s head was exploding at the idea of being in the same room as Roger Taylor. 

“Y/N, get over here,” Ben said. “Say hello.”

On shaky legs, you approached. You shook each of their hands and they introduced themselves. 

“Hello,” you choked out. When had you gotten emotional?

Ben wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed. “Queen’s music means a lot to her.”

“It does?” wondered Roger. 

“Yeah,” Ben said. He looked at you and gently nudged you. “Tell them.”

“Oh, it’s...not important,” you said. 

“That’s not true,” Ben replied. “Go on, tell them.”

You cleared your throat. “Well, um, my parents met at a Queen concert, so I was raised on the music. My mother passed unexpectedly, and your music was always my way of feeling close to her.”

“What a lovely sentiment,” Brian said. 

You nodded. “I’m honestly in shock that I’m even here with you guys right now. I mean, growing up I was this oddball because my friends were all into Justin Beiber and Zac Efron, and I had Roger Taylor on my ceiling.”

They laughed at that. Then they hugged you and you thought your heart might explode because holy shit you were hugging Brian May and Roger Taylor. 

You looked at Adam. “And you’re honestly amazing!”

He hugged you as well. “Thank you, sweetie.”

“Well, you’ve got a bit of an audience, I think it’s time to start rehearsal,” said Len.

The boys and the band moved to the side. You looked at Ben. 

“How much of the jive do you remember?” you asked. 

“All of it,” he said. 

You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “All of it?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “You don’t believe me?”

“Not for a second, Hardy,” you said. 

“Wanna bet?” he challenged. 

“Fine,” you returned. “If I win...I get to tell Joe where you’re ticklish.”

“She knows where you’re ticklish?!” Joe cried indignantly. 

“Fine,” Ben agreed with a smirk, ignoring Joe. “If I win, you have to do the routine you did to Body Language when you were captain of your college dance team.”

The others chuckled.

You mouth fell open. “How do you know about that?!”

“Your dad showed me the video,” he returned. 

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Bring it, Hardy.”

He laughed. “Let’s go.”

You started the music. You felt pretty confident initially because you did the jive so long ago. Ben had to miss a step. But as you danced, you got nervous. He was doing really well. You briefly considered tripping him or something but you didn’t want to play dirty. If you were going to win it was going to be fair and square. 

You suddenly remembered when you were first teaching Ben this dance and you had missed a step. He had teased you for it at the time - and a few times since then - and his eyes teased you now, as if he were remembering it as well. You focused. 

Sadly, you lost the bet. Ben did know the entire jive routine from start to finish and performed it well. When the last notes of the song played, you huffed irritably. He laughed as he backed away toward the wall with the rest of your “audience” in rehearsal. Of course, you were doing this on a day when there were tons of guests in the room. 

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this in front of Roger and Brian,” you grumbled. 

“Shouldn’t have doubted me then,” he replied. 

“Okay, let the record show, I was a VERY amateur choreographer at the time and I only did half these moves because there was a boy on the football team whose attention I wanted.”

Ben raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, really,” you snapped. “And I gotta say - worked like a charm.”

He frowned and you headed to the other end of the studio with a little smirk of your own. You started the music, this time with Body Language and began.

The routine was only a minute or so, and was sexy in an almost silly way. It was a lot of pelvic thrusts and hair flips instead of real choreography, but at the time, it was a big moment for you because it was your first routine you had ever choreographed on your own. You were not nearly as proud of it now. 

As you danced, though, you couldn’t help but smile, despite the slight embarrassment you felt at performing this in front of members of Queen. It was funny because Ben’s idea was backfiring a bit. He swallowed as he watched you, and heat rose to his cheeks. You lost the bet, but you couldn’t help feeling just a bit victorious. 

When you finished, everyone clapped as you took a sarcastic bow. Laughing, you made your way over to them.

“Well, that would certainly have my attention when I was that age,” Roger joked. 

“Like I said, it worked,” you replied. 

“The guy went out with you?” Gwilym asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah. But then he ghosted me shortly after. Not to worry, though, I got him back.”

“How?” asked Joe eagerly.

“Oh, no,” you said. “I’m not telling that story with cameras on me.”

Joe and Ben both opened their mouths to ask more, but Len interrupted.  

“Enough messing about,” he said. “We’ve got a dance to perfect.”

You nodded in agreement, and he started giving feedback on the dance again. He offered suggestions about how you could add to the routine here and there to make it more advanced now that Ben was a better dancer. When you incorporated them, you could tell it made the routine a lot stronger. It really showed what Ben had learned. 

Also, you added a gap where you and Ben would rest while Brian played the guitar solo. Brian insisted that wasn’t necessary, but you cut him off. 

“Sorry, Brian, but it’s too iconic,” you joked. “Legally, we have to let you play it.”

He chuckled and didn’t argue anymore. After a while, Brian, Roger, and Adam left to do their own rehearsal, but not before they all told you how great the dance was. Ben’s castmates stayed. They said a fond goodbye to the band though, and you thanked them again for doing this for you. 

When rehearsal was over, the guys were making plans to go to dinner. 

“Y/N, you wanna come?” Joe wondered. 

“Oh, you guys can catch up,” you said, although you were sad about losing the time with Ben. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not at all,” Gwilym assured you. 

“Yeah, don’t worry about that,” Rami added. “Lucy’s meeting us at the restaurant as well.”

You found Ben’s eyes and he gave you a pleading look. You smiled. 

“Alright,” you agreed. 

As you all took seats around a table at the restaurant, greeting Lucy as you went, Joe looked at you. 

“Alright, I wanna hear the story of how you got that guy back who ghosted you,” he said. 

“Oh, God, I was hoping you’d forgotten about that,” you groaned. 

“I want to hear this story as well,” Ben said, looking at you. 

You sighed. “Okay, this is super embarrassing, but that guy was my first time. He took my virginity, then he didn’t talk to me for four days, when I saw him at a party. He tried to talk to me, but I ignored him and started flirting with his friend. Later in the night, I literally looked him in the eyes while I took his friend upstairs.”

“Holy shit!” Joe cried, an amused smile on his lips. 

“That’s amazing,” Lucy said. 

“The funniest part is that I didn’t even sleep with his friend,” you said. “I just made him think I did. And they’re still not friends.”

You took a triumphant sip of your drink as they laughed. You enjoyed the rest of dinner with them, laughing and joking as you held Ben’s hand under the table. You were so grateful to go into the final weeks of the competition with such support. Ben’s friends were incredible. 

That night, as you lay beside him, your mind ran wild. You were having so much fun with Ben, and his friends, but their arrival just hit home yet again that your time together was dwindling down. You were at the bottom of the hourglass. You looked over at his sleeping form, his chest rising and falling evenly in his sleep, and tried to imagine sleeping without him there beside you. Your heart broke at the thought. 

The next day, you had Ben all to yourself in rehearsal. It was nice. You adored everyone who was at rehearsal the previous day, but you truly treasured your time just together now. He was doing really well since he remembered the routine and you were only having to make slight adjustments. 

Dress rehearsal and camera blocking was super fun since you got to rehearse with Queen and Adam playing for you. The other remaining couples were jealous of your celebrity performers. They were incredibly kind to everyone and signed a few autographs for people. You had already gotten one for your father. As well as several selfies. 

As quickly as it started, the week was over. It was showtime again. This showtime was a lot more exciting since you’d be dancing with Queen and Adam Lambert, but still it felt like time was slipping away from you. 

You and Ben were dancing first because the band had to leave before the show ended to catch a flight. Your video package was entertaining because you got to see just how shocked you looked to see the band, even if they did have to bleep out a few words. You smiled at Ben before taking your places. Then you started.

 Dancing with Queen playing felt like a dream come true. And the fact that it was with Ben made it all the dreamier. You dance to your favorite band, with your favorite person in your arms. When you took the break for Brian to play, you couldn’t hold back the yell of support for his talent as you pumped your fist in the air. Ben laughed at you, but quickly recovered to dance again. When you finished, the audience went crazy for the band. Claps and screams and whistles drowned out the ballroom. You and Ben were just as enthusiastic as Brian, Roger, and Adam took a few bows. 

When it all died down, you and Ben waited for the judges remarks. Len went first since he was your coach for this one. 

“Well done to Queen and Adam, I must say,” he began with a nod to the band. “And you two. Well, it was just fantastic. I mean, you just blew me away. The foot work, your frame, the content of the dance, it was all perfect. Ben, no matter what happens, you’ve won this competition.”

The audience all cheered, and you heard Joe’s voice above the others scream that he loved Ben. Ben laughed and blew him a kiss. 

“Ben!” Bruno cried. “The first time you did this dance, we knew you were a serious competitor. Now, you are looking like a champion! Like Len said, your technique was incredible and you really looked like you were having the time of your life out there. Well done, my boy, well done.”

“I’m always having the time of my life with Y/N,” Ben replied, squeezing your shoulder.

You giggled and kissed his cheek while the audience fawned over you. 

“You guys are so sweet,” said Carrie Ann during her turn. “Ben, you have proven, week after week, just how much you belong in this competition. And you just proved it again. Perfect, perfect dance, Ben. And if you’re not in the finals then I’m gonna - I dunno - riot in the streets.”

You all laughed. Tom instructed you to head to the skybox to get your scores. Erin greeted you warmly. 

“You guys!” she cried. “That was amazing! What was it like to dance with Queen playing for you?”

“Oh, it’s - I feel like I don’t even have words,” Ben said. “Do you?”

You shrugged. “No, not really! It was so amazing!”

“So, Y/N, I wanna ask you,” she said. “You’ve been to this point in the competition before. What do you feel like is different between now and then?”

You considered that. “Well, that’s tough to say. Dancing with Ben is different because we have a connection that is hard to describe. Not that James and I weren’t connected - we were - but Ben is just easy. We dance together and it feels natural and fun and perfect. He’s...everything I could ever hope for in a partner and friend.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him close to you. He grabbed your head and kissed the top of it. 

“You’re perfect, baby,” he murmured, his mouth avoiding the mic. “I love you.”

“That is so sweet,” Erin said, responding to your words as you broke away from Ben. “This partnership has been such a joy to watch. You guys ready for your scores?”

You both nodded and looked anxiously at the judges.

“Ten!” Carrie Ann cried, holding up the paddle. 

“From Len,” Len said. “A ten!”

“Ten!” Bruno added with a punch to the air. 

“Another perfect score!” Erin said excitedly. “Ben, what does all of this mean to you?”

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily. “I can’t - I can hardly believe this. I owe it all to Y/N for being patient with me and supporting me and just being the greatest teacher.” 

He cradled your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours as you both grinned. 

“I can’t say it enough, you two are adorable,” Erin said. “Back to you, Tom!”

Tom took the show to commercial. The rest of the show went great and the other couples were amazing, but you and Ben were still at the top of the leaderboard. 

At the end of the show, nerves turned your stomach. This was it. If you and Ben survived elimination, you would be finalists. You stood on the stage, holding Ben tightly to you again. You knew that the show was almost over anyway, but even just one more week with Ben was important to you. Every second felt vital. 

“The first couple to dance in the finale is…” Tom began, and he announced Emma and her partner. 

Ben squeezed you again. 

“The second couple going to the finale is…” Erin said. She announced Alan and his partner. 

You rubbed Ben’s back and gripped his jacket. It was down to you and Ben and Witney and her partner. They had been trailing you all competition. And they had loads of support on social media. You were actually worried.

“And the final couple heading to the finale, to dance for the coveted mirror ball trophy is…” said Tom. 

You buried your face in Ben’s chest. Could this be it? Could you really have made it this far only to lose now? You weren’t ready to say goodbye. Your heart couldn’t take it.

“Ben and Y/N!”

You were so relieved, you could only grip Ben tighter. He released a sigh and lifted you off your feet. You were thankful he did because you feared you might collapse. Tears escaped your eyes and trailed down your cheeks, but Ben gently wiped them away as you both laughed. The roar of the audience sounded quiet compared to the thundering of your heart. You had one more week at least.

As Tom closed the show you and Ben went over to say goodbye to Witney and her partner. They said a kind congratulations to you and Ben.

Then Joe, Rami, and Gwilym were upon you, hugging you and Ben and also shouting their congratulations. You were excited to go to the finale, and the idea of winning the mirror ball was thrilling. But there was still a bittersweetness there. You had one more week together, yes. But that was all you had.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x you #BoRhap #BoRhap cast #borhap boys #borhap imagine #borhap cast imagine #borhap boys imagine #rami malek #gwilym lee #joe mazzello #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody imagine #Queen #queen imagine #Brian May #roger taylor #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor x you #dancing with ben series

[liameowlia]

ok, what the fuck

• this is about anne with an e 03x06

• obviously spoiler alert

• so much happened in just 40 minutes that im literally with headache right now

• nEW THINGS NEW THINGS NEW THINGS

• first of all i get an stuck matthew and his stuck veg

• i was so scared of him having a collapse or a heart attack idk i was shaking

• gilbert anxious about his clothes. "omg" passed by my mind. "wHAT THE HELL he had heart eyes for anne oNE EPISODE AGO AND NOW HE IS THINKING ABOUT MARRING WINNIE????"

• not judging him, i know how our mind can be confused sometimes (principally about feelings and all) but it had me panicking

• anne feeling things about gilbert and assuming it?????? finally??????

• it got me so surprised that I choked

• but it was all at once and in a blink of an eye she was as whipped as cream and i wasn't prepared for this

• i was stranged out & stressed out

• anne talking about LOVE?! not a cRuSh, but LOVE

• it never happened before and shirbert's relationship was so messed up in this season that i didn't know what to think

• and then my head started to ache

• ok, then we have other characters stories development

• Mrs Stacy shooting all those bottles had my wig flying

• Minnie May fishing is a whole mood

• Diana Barry and Jerry Baynard are the cutest. I'm proud of my children.

• anne saw gilbert and winnie together.

• anne was so confused and stressed out, i wanted to hug my baby :(

• winnie's parents were the cutest. they are just so kind and good hearted, just like their daughter. i was Crying.

• and anne appears again and mets winnie. it was so awkward and the three of them were awkward for multiple reasons and i was so sad bc i KNOW that 1) gilbert was hurting inside 2) anne was hurting inside and 3) if winnie and anne had met in a different occasion they would obviously ended up as friends

• gilbert's mind is exploding (ma poor boy omg :((()

• anne was broken hearted and so was i

• at least diana and jerry kissed

• the cuthbert being unusual and being happy together made my day

• marilla and matthew laughing at danger's face to make anne happy

• anne being happy again

• the Prince Edward Island is such a beautiful place omg

• and then the night falls and they are dancing. i thought my heart would finally rest and my head would finally stop aching. oh i was such a fool.

• more gilwinnie content and more anne-broken-heart content as well

• ruby like "gilbert who??? I only know moody" and i love it. they are the cutest. ruby and moody are being developed as characters and have more depth now, they are not just the ones in the back and i definitely love this. (plus: ruby deserves to be loved and cherished)

• ok and then BOOM: billy and josie's scene.

• omg i was so so so afraid he would do something (even worse) to her i was almost crying

• josie was left with no breath in her lungs and no spark in her eyes. betrayed for who she trusted the most. i want to hug her.

• and then billy being billy again and me wanting to kill him with an spoon

• anne being anne and me wanting to kiss her till the end of times

• anne being the feminist she is and squaring everyone that fights her

• that scene where anne squares gilbert as well and he gets all shocked. i loved that.

• i hate how everyone was blaming JOSIE and not BILLY but i also hate how i can understand why they did that. it's XVIII century and people think like that. josie had always being a 'mean girl' so people are assuming "well life can be like that sometimes"

• anne doing a journal all on her own and I'm excited and proud and sad. i didn't want it to be about such a horrible thing.

• I miss ka'kwet and im s h a k i n g in pure fear of what happened to my babe

• i still have headache

#awae #shirbert #anne shirley #anne #anne with an e #diana #jerry #diana x jerry #derry #anne x gilbert #gilbert blythe #gilbert #winnifred rose #03x06 #spoiler #josie pye #i wanna kill someone #i have headache #migrane #go watch anne with an e

[artificialqueens]

Summer Love Pt. 2 (Raja x Raven) - Chardonnay

A/N: The second part to my pride series. R&R travel to Silicon Valley pride, cute fluffiness and as always a little sexiness ensues. Set shortly after Raja won s3. To anyone who still reads these, enjoy!

The next few hours were spent packing, travelling, and of course smoking a bowl before getting on the plane. When Sutan and David arrived in San Jose they were greeted by a driver who ushered them straight to Silicon Valley. Raja was invited alongside his season 3 sister Shangela to promote Drag Race at the festival, and he had asked David to join him for company, lest he have to spend an entire day alone with Shangela. Soon after they arrived and met the event coordinators, Sutan quickly went to get himself up in drag while David chatted casually with a couple of the event volunteers. Sutan subtly rolled his eyes as he glanced at David behind him in the mirror, always able to work his flirty charm on anyone that so much as looked in his direction. David had this way of making anyone he talked to feel comfortable. He was extremely charismatic and friendly despite what many people assumed, and Sutan knew that even with the couple of promotional events he had scheduled this afternoon, David would be okay making friends while he waited. The first item on the agenda was the pride parade, and after their quick fling in the shower this morning set them back an hour, Sutan only had time to paint a very light mug, but rushing the process was worth it for those extra few minutes with David alone.

The parade was quick and a lot more fun than Sutan had expected. Shangela was proving to be much better company outside of a competition setting, and he was always thrilled to hear fans screaming his name while he waved like royalty sitting on the back of an old convertible. He knew David was waiting back at the main tent watching the parade, eagerly awaiting Sutan’s return. The faster they got the subsequent meet and greet over with, the sooner the two of them could relax and enjoy the rest of the festival. As Sutan’s car rounded the corner and slowly made its way back to the tent, he spotted David on the left-hand side, unsurprisingly decked out in colourful beads, sunglasses, flags and even a feather boa. He had a feeling David wouldn’t waste any time getting into the pride spirit, which also meant alcohol, and he seemed to be keeping the rest of the volunteer staff entertained with his loud cheering and dancing. Sutan smiled at David’s over the top enthusiasm as the car pulled up to the side of the tent and he stepped out, his long legs easily swinging over the side of the car without opening the door. David stood on the other side of the metal barrier, jumping up and down while waving his flags and cheering in a mocking tone.

“Oh my god! Rajaaaa I love you!”

“Shut up” Sutan shook his head and laughed at David’s crazed fan impression. He stepped around the metal gate and immediately took David’s face in his hands to press a kiss to his lips, Shangela close behind them making a face at their strangely open display of affection. Sutan held David’s face close, his thumbs brushing across the length of his cheeks as he spoke low enough that no one else could hear. “Only a few more hours, are you okay waiting for me?”

“Yeah, of course.” David stepped away and smiled playfully. “But as soon as you’re done, I’m getting you out of that drag and we’re getting shit-faced.”

Sutan bit his lip and smiled back, subconsciously looking David down and up, admiring his colourful pride embellishments and eager to spend the rest of the evening with him.

“Deal.”

…………………………………………………………………………..

The meet and greet, unlike the parade, seemed like it was going on forever. The line to meet Raja and Shangela weaved through the entire park, and although most fans were polite and respectful and Sutan always appreciated his many admirers, he was also itching to wrap it up before the daylight was gone. David waited off to the side, casually chatting with a few people who recognized him out of drag. He always found it amusing watching fans interacting with the queens from an outside perspective, and he especially loved seeing Sutan’s chill demeanor mixing with fans that were more loud and excitable. Once in a while he shot David a quick look to silently communicate his exasperation which made David snicker. For some reason it brought him slight joy to see Sutan so squirmy and uncomfortable, knowing how cool and collected he always pretended to be on the outside. David giggled with a couple of fans who had already been through the line when Shangela and another overexcited fan began bantering back and forth with ‘haleloos’ and other loud catchphrases, while Sutan could just barely keep a fake smile on his face through the grating noise that brought him back into the Drag Race workroom all those months ago.

After a seeming eternity for Sutan, they were back in the dressing tent, Sutan de-dragging while they each sipped a drink and discussed what they were going to do for the rest of the day. David sat off to the side looking at a makeshift pamphlet with the schedule of events. “Ooh there’s a beach party in half an hour. We should head over there, we can drink while we lay out and tan.”

“Or play in the water?” Sutan mused

David paused and looked up at Sutan then back down at the paper. “Sure, I guess….”

“What? You don’t like going in the water?”

“No, it’s not that” David sighed while Sutan finished packing up his drag and walked over to where he sat. “It’s just that the sand gets all stuck to you and then we’re gonna be dirty all night.”

Sutan bent down so his face was a few inches below David’s. looking up. “Honey we’re gonna be dirty all night whether we go in the water or not. And if you think I’m gonna pass up an opportunity to get you all wet again, you’re crazy.”

David smiled, blushing a bit as Sutan rose up to place a quick kiss on his mouth. Sutan had a magical way of convincing him to say yes to almost anything, and the bit of alcohol he’d consumed was making him even more agreeable than usual.

The 2 men left the tent to find and thank the organizers for having them before walking off hand in hand towards the beach. David was intoxicated enough that he wasn’t as anxious being out and in public with Sutan as he thought he’d be. He had always been a relatively private person, and even though it had pretty much become public knowledge that the two of them were sleeping together, David was still worried about rumors circulating around relationships that didn’t technically exist. However, he was determined to have a fun and relaxing day with Sutan, completely free from apprehension and stress. They continued down the street, just another couple of gay men in the crowd, when they ventured close to a mob of displeased protesters gathered behind another metal barrier. Alternate versions of this angry crowd had been present at every major gay event that Sutan and David could remember, always shouting the same hateful obscenities at innocent men and women who were only trying to celebrate their love.

Usually Sutan was pretty good at ignoring the hate and vitriol, instead choosing to pity the poor, uneducated souls with so much hatred in their hearts, but he was in a bit of a spicy mood today, feeling an extra bit of confidence from the shot of liquor the queens had shared after their meet and greet, and the one he took with David before leaving the main area. As they approached the centre of the crowd, Sutan paused. The sudden stop caused a slight tug on David’s arm, making him turn around and look back in confusion. Much like Sutan, he had learned early on to tune out the ignorant preaching of overly religious zealots, so he wasn’t sure why Sutan was even giving these idiots the time of day. Sutan watched their antics for a moment, almost mesmerized by the white noise, before turning back to David with a slight smile and using his hand to pull him closer. His left hand came up to run through David’s hair, and one especially loud woman with a large sign shouted at them.

“God is always watching your filth and disgrace. You’ll pay for your sins one day!”

Sutan chuckled at the ridiculous ranting, not angry or offended but rather amused at their pointless objections. Nothing pleased him more than making these ignorant people even more angry, combating hatred with love. He turned his head slightly to look over at the obnoxious woman yelling at them, a taunting smile splayed across his face as he brought David even closer. By now David was fully aware of his intentions and grinning right back.

“Did you hear that?” Sutan purred sarcastically as his fingers danced down the back of David’s head and neck. “God is watching us right now.”

David tilted his head “Hmm, I guess we should give him a good show then.”

Sutan smirked as his hand moved to the side of David’s face, his fingers running down to tilt his chin up slightly as he closed the distance. At first the kiss was just sweet and chaste, both of them smiling against each other’s lips, but the uproar from the observing crowd urged them on. David grabbed on to the front of Sutan’s shirt as he felt his tongue slip into his open mouth. Sutan’s right hand came up to mirror his left, both pushing up into David’s hair and tilting his head back even further. He took control of the kiss, tentatively allowing his tongue to taste the inside of David’s mouth, a hint of alcohol still lingering on his breath. David’s hands swiftly snuck under the hem of Sutan’s tank top as their tongues continued to tangle, playfully exploring the bare skin on his stomach, making him hum in appreciation and deepen their kiss even further. Sutan frantically kissed him everywhere he could, pressing his lips to David’s nose, lips, and chin, his tongue running across David’s bottom lip and slipping back into his mouth. The protesters behind them were going completely ballistic, cursing and spitting and shouting, but Sutan was insistent on giving them a full spectacle. When he felt David’s hands travelling lower down his stomach towards the front of his shorts Sutan pulled away and grabbed his wrists, not wanting to aggravate the angry mob too much. David opened his eyes and was met by a smile that mirrored his own, both breathing heavy and exuding child-like glee at their ability to get under these horrible people’s skin.  

David turned to the enraged group, his hands still intertwined with Sutan’s as he put on his best bitchy gay voice. “I hope you enjoyed the free show. Some people would pay good money to watch that y’know!”

Sutan buried his nose in David’s hair and laughed at his biting remark, likely unheard over all of the hysteria, but David always had to get the last word in. Sutan sometimes thought of him as his own little pitbull; sweet and playful but ready to fight whenever the situation arose. “C’mon let’s go.” He tugged on David’s right hand. “These guys are no fun.”

The pair continued towards the beach, the sound of loud music and a thick bass line drawing them in. When they arrived, they found a DJ set up under a cement gazebo on the boardwalk above the sand. The beach was covered in gay men and women swaying and dancing to the music, laying out on towels, running through the shallow water, and of course drinking. Sutan led them over to a spot that seemed to be designated for relaxing, discarding his sandals in the sand.

“This spot seems okay. I’m assuming you just want to lay your ass out on a towel and tan for a bit?” He turned and peeked at David over his sunglasses, not expecting an answer because he knew that’s exactly what David planned on doing. “I’ll go buy us some drinks, there’s towels in the backpack, but be careful my stash is wrapped in there too.”

David smiled and rolled his eyes. Sutan’s stoner-ass never left the house without sufficient amounts of weed for the day. He found the towels and carefully ensured the blunts wrapped in them stayed in the backpacks out of sight. David laid two large towels out for them to lay on, excited to finally have time to relax and drink and work on his tan. He was unusually pale for summertime, preferring his skin to look closer to Sutan’s natural warm brown colour that he envied so much. David took off his shirt and shorts, revealing just a tight speedo that hugged all his assets perfectly. He lounged back on the towels waiting for Sutan to return with his drink, admiring the water and the carefree attitude of the other men on the beach. Pride was one of the few times of the year that the gay community could come together and openly celebrate themselves without fear of repercussions. It was a freeing feeling being able to touch and kiss and play with each other in public without the judgemental stares of straight people around.

Sutan walked back towards their spot in the sand with drinks in hand. The sight of David mostly bare, just lounging so casually, was one he would never tire of. His body was something most gay men would kill for, lean but still muscular, tan and taught and perfectly proportioned. The asshole never went to the gym a day in his life and still managed to have a 6-pack outlining his trim stomach. Of course, Sutan loved his own rail thin body when he was modelling his eccentric fashions, and he couldn’t deny that his physique was also something that many gays and drag queens alike aspired to achieve. The two of them made quite the pretty pair and they were constantly reminded of it by friends and strangers. He handed David both drinks while he discarded his own clothes and sat down to join him on the towels.

“The bartender recognized me and gave the drinks to me for free.” Sutan took his own drink back and sipped through the straw. “Said he made them extra strong too.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mmhm. Being a winner has its perks.”

David rolled his eyes again. Sutan always loved to remind him that he was a ‘winner’ and David was not just to get under his skin. He’d probably never let it go for the rest of their lives.

“Whatever, he was probably just flirting with you. I didn’t have to win and I still got a free drink so…”

Sutan just smiled in response. He loved getting David all pissy.

The two men laid out on the beach for most of the next hour, content in relaxing silence, soaking up the rest of the evening sun rays and sipping on their drinks. David could lay in the sun forever, the beach was one of his favorite places to be and the overwhelming heat was a comfort on his skin. Sutan however tended to get anxious sitting in one spot for too long, and quickly began to feel overheated by the sun beating down on his back. After about 40 minutes he started getting antsy, rolling on his side and tracing designs over David’s warm body, making little mountains in the sand beside them, and eventually deciding he needed to cool off.

“Hey, I’m gonna go jump in the water for a minute”

“Okay.” David’s response was muffled, clearly not interested in moving from his current position. “I’ll be right here.”

Sutan gave him a quick peck on his sweat-covered forehead before making his way to the ocean where people were frolicking and throwing frisbees and footballs. David stayed back and flipped himself from his back onto his stomach, determined to keep his tan perfectly even. He felt completely at peace by the water, the sound of the rolling waves and the dull buzz of the crowd surrounding him creating a calm ambience that could have allowed him to doze off if he wasn’t worried about sun burns. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the relaxation, letting his mind wander to thoughts of waking up to Sutan’s dazzling smile this morning. When he got a call all those months ago inviting him to be in Sutan’s first music video, he had no idea it would lead to…whatever it was they were now. David wasn’t exactly the type for casual relationships, usually much more comfortable with stability and monogamy, but Sutan had once again turned everything he thought he knew and wanted on its head. He never thought he would be someone’s regular hookup or any kind of ‘friend with benefits’, but he simply couldn’t say no to Sutan’s advances. They always had so much fun together. But David also knew Sutan and how he was, always floating from one thing to the next and never sticking with anything or anyone for too long, and for that reason he knew that they would probably never be anything more than intimate friends. David wasn’t sure how long this would last, whether it be Sutan getting bored or him needing something more, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. Today he just wanted to be here, laying on this beach in the sun and spending time with someone he loved and cared for so much. He wanted to enjoy their time together and stay present in this moment. David smiled as his mind continued to drift off in complete tranquility when suddenly he jumped up at the feeling of cold liquid splashing on his back.

“WHAT THE F-“

David’s cursing was interrupted by the sound of Sutan’s maniacal laughter behind him. David rolled himself over to face Sutan, a combined look of outrage and disbelief coming from behind his sunglasses as Sutan covered his mouth in his fit of giggles.

“You did not seriously just do that.”

“I just wanted you to get up and come play with me in the water!” Sutan whined, unsuccessfully trying to hold back a smile.

“Oh I’m getting up alright” David responded, unable to keep the slight amusement off of his face at Sutan’s giddiness. “You’re fuckin dead.”

Sutan squealed and backed away, “You’ll have to catch me first, and my legs are longer so I’m faster than you.”

David jumped up from his spot on the towel, smiling playfully. “We’ll see about that.”

Sutan sprinted away as fast as he could towards the water, dodging the hordes of people as he ran. He was lithe and light so he easily slipped between the crowd, throwing David off of his trail. Once he reached the edge of the water, he looked back to see David not far behind him, both of them laughing despite his previous threats. Sutan allowed David to catch up just a bit before he continued into the shallow water, splashing any one nearby with every step. David followed him into the water, reaching down to scoop some up in his hand and throw it at Sutan’s back as they ran. Sutan opened his mouth in a huge smile and turned around to splash him back. He laughed and continued running along the shoreline, looking back he saw David further behind him now, completely soaked from head to toe. When he turned back around, he found himself colliding with a very burly man, almost falling flat on his face in the water.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry” Sutan apologized, completely forgetting about David behind him, who was currently laughing so hard he was almost keeled over. The guy gave him an irritated look and continued towards the sand when Sutan noticed David out of the corner of his eye running up to him. He tried unsuccessfully to cover himself with his arms before being splashed again, both of them now dripping wet. David took a few more runs forward before leaping into Sutan, throwing his arms around his neck and crashing their bodies together, still howling at the scene he had just witnessed a moment ago. Sutan caught him and spun him in a half circle, laughing too at their childish antics.

“Oh my god, you are so stupid” David laughed, keeping his arms around Sutan’s neck. “I thought that guy was going to punch you in the face.”

Sutan scoffed “He better not! This face should be insured. It’s how I make my money!”

David pursed his lips and feigned concern, letting both of his hands run down either side of Sutan’s head. “And what would you be without your pretty face?”

“Exactly!”

Sutan didn’t even register the shade being thrown at him until a moment later, both of them laughing as he splashed David one more time. “Whatever, I could’ve taken him.”

“No you absolutely could not.” David snorted. “He was like twice your size. Your legs are smaller than his arms.”

“Well then good thing I know someone with a black belt who would beat him up for me.”

David looked to the side and made a face as if he was contemplating, and Sutan opened his mouth in offence, preparing to splash David again before he stopped him “I’m just kidding!” He leaned in and quickly pecked a kiss on Sutan’s lower lip, still speaking in a slight mocking tone “You know I’d beat anyone up for you.”

“Damn right.” Sutan pressed a kiss to David’s wet nose, admiring him for a second before remembering their stuff still sitting on the beach. “Oh my god, you left our bag with our weed in it sitting on the towel!”

“Uh no. You came and splashed water on me making me get up and chase after you. Not my fault.”

Sutan rolled his eyes and scoffed at David’s typical avoidance of blame in every situation before he took his hand and started back over towards their spot on the beach. As soon as they arrived back Sutan opened their bag to ensure all of their belongings were still accounted for, “the weed is still here, don’t worry.” David smiled and shook his head, of course that’s what Sutan was most worried about. They decided to collect up their stuff and go for a walk down towards some rocks at the far end of the beach, Sutan knowing where they could find a more secluded place to light up. They walked hand in hand down the shoreline, occasionally being recognized by a fan of the show. Sutan was a little more used to the celebrity life, being a relatively well-known makeup artist and drag queen in West Hollywood, but David was definitely not accustomed to all of these random strangers knowing his name. Even still, both queens enjoyed the small amount of fame being on television attributed to their drag personas, and were always appreciative of every fan that stopped them to say hello.

After they had walked the entire length of the beach, now mostly dry after their little game of chase, Sutan led David to a tall junction of large rocks. Further above there were a few guys, drunk and daring each other to jump into the water, but for the most part the space was isolated from the rest of the beach. Sutan had been to this particular beach before and knew all the hidden spots away from the crowds, and he also knew this particular area had a couple different caves and cavities that they could explore together. He gave David’s hand a soft tug as he guided them towards one of the rock formations further up the beach.

“You’re not claustrophobic, are you?” Sutan asked as they neared closer.

“No, why?” David looked confused as Sutan let go of him and darted ahead and into the rocks. David followed behind and slowly ducked around the place Sutan had disappeared behind, only to find him waiting with his back flat against the stone. David jumped back a bit in surprise as Sutan grabbed his hips and pulled him in close.

“Because I know a secret hiding spot we can smoke in, but it may get a little tight…” Sutan smiled before leaning in to capture David’s lips. David returned the kisses for a moment, eventually trying to pull away, but Sutan continued to playfully kiss other parts of his face and neck.

“This is your idea of a hiding spot? Behind a wall? You must’ve sucked at hide and seek as a kid. Did you even have that game back then?”

Sutan paused his ambush on David’s face, pulling back to give him a stern look and smacking his ass hard. David yelped lightly in surprise, still grinning like a bratty child at his own joke.

“No this isn’t the spot dumbass, we have to go through there.” He looked to his right at a very small space between 2 rocks, so tight that they would have to shuffle through sideways by themselves. David wasn’t usually afraid of tight spaces but that barely looked big enough to fit through.

“You want me to squeeze through there?”

“Yes bitch, and it’s a good thing you lost weight because only skinny girls can come in.” Sutan teased as he began inching his way between the light-coloured rocks. He had to bend his knees slightly to fit his head through the small gap. David hesitated for a moment, but the promise of whatever awaited him on the other side was too tempting to ignore, so he continued to follow Sutan into the tight crevice. He swore sometimes that he would follow Sutan into the depths of hell itself.

When he finally managed to come out the other side, David was amazed at the small alcove he was standing in, completely isolated from the rest of the beach but still lit by the modest amount of sunlight shining through the few cracks in the stones. The sand below them was cool and slightly damp, and the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks further down the beach filled the small space. It had a calming atmosphere, perfect for relaxing and lighting up.

“How did you find this place?” David looked around as Sutan rummaged through their bag to pull out one of the 2 joints he’d rolled earlier.

“Oh, y’know just being nosy and exploring when I was super fucked up one night” he shrugged as he opened the front pocket and found his lighter. “I think someone dared me to squeeze through those rocks because they didn’t think I was actually skinny enough to fit. Jokes on them because they couldn’t even get in here and see it!”

David laughed. As nice as Sutan was, he was never shy about his elitist attitude when it came to his physical appearance. He was skinny and pretty and he knew it, and he never missed an opportunity to subtly brag about it, especially to his other skinny, pretty friends. After zipping the bag up, Sutan walked over and brought the joint up to David’s mouth, concentrating as he placed it perfectly between his full lips and lit the end. David inhaled deeply, held it for a moment, then get the silvery smoke escape his mouth. He watched it swirl slowly above them as Sutan took the joint back and spoke,

“This place is perfect, it catches almost all the smoke so we’ll get high as fuck.” He took his own puff, flicking the ashes into the sand. They both smiled at the thought and inhaled the sweet smell of weed wafting around them. The space was very small, only a few steps from one side of the cove to the other, and there was another small flat rock on the far side that was just big enough for them both to sit on.

They continued to take turns, taking a couple puffs and passing the joint back while they chatted. After Sutan managed to finish the first one he pulled out the second immediately. David raised an eyebrow, knowing that Sutan would be the one complaining later if they smoked all of their stuff now, but still he wandered in closer, head halfway in the clouds with a pout on his face that made him look like a small, petulant child being told no.

“Come on Rave” he still liked to use David’s drag name, especially when he was whining. Sutan moved in as close as he could, still holding the second joint in one hand while bringing their faces just inches apart. He was already a little lightheaded from their first round. “I wanna get so high with you,” he murmured into David’s face “it’s my special smoking spot.”

Their fingers tangled casually together and David smiled at his pleading tone, so uncharacteristic of him when they were together. As usual he couldn’t say no to Sutan with his pouting face.

“Fine” he sighed while leaning down to pick up the lighter and bring it to the end of the joint now between Sutan’s lips. He lit it carefully as Sutan closed his eyes and inhaled, David watched every leisurely movement as Sutan let go of the joint and slowly let the smoke escape from his mouth in a steady stream. He took one more hit before passing it to David.

They both continued to smoke and paced around, eventually coming to sit down on the large rock in the far-right corner of the cove. Sutan wasn’t kidding when he said this place caught all of the smoke, they were sitting with their heads spinning and feeling light as a feather, giggling about absolutely nothing while continuing to pass back and forth. Sutan brought the joint to David again, holding onto it and staring intently at David’s lips hugging the tip perfectly before blowing white smoke up in the air between them. David tilted his head back down to gaze back into Sutan’s glazed eyes, a dark green colour under the cover of the alcove and distractedly flickering down to David’s lips every so often. They held each other’s gaze as Sutan look a final hit and put out the joint on the rock beside him. He held most of the smoke in his lungs as he leaned in quickly, grabbing both sides of David’s face and bringing their lips just barely together. He exhaled all of the smoke he had just taken into David’s open mouth, the long tendrils slowly snaking into David’s own inhale before being blown away again into the air. Sutan held onto either side of David’s face as he pressed their lips together again, harder this time in a hungry kiss. David brought his right hand up to grab onto Sutan’s wrist and they deepened their kiss, Sutan eventually taking David’s hand and pulling him in even closer, encouraging him to move completely on top of Sutan. David followed his guidance, chasing Sutan’s lips as he shifted forward. He crawled over to straddle Sutan’s lap, kneeling on either side of his narrow hips while Sutan’s hands came up to wrap around David’s waist. This time David took Sutan’s face in his hands as they kissed feverishly, their tongues languidly diving in and out of each other’s mouths, every movement feeling a little bit slower from the dizziness in their heads. Sutan used his arms around David’s waist to pull him down even closer in his lap. David wrapped himself around Sutan’s neck and let out a breathy moan into his mouth at the feeling of his cock growing harder underneath him, subconsciously grinding down on it.

Every touch was heightened by their intoxication from the weed, and Sutan couldn’t hold in his groan as he felt David pressing down into him. His hands slipped down from around David’s waist to smooth over his thighs, gripping tightly and rocking himself back up into him. David leaned down a little to kiss the side of Sutan’s jaw, then moved down to his neck as he slowly tried to crawl backwards off the rock and onto the hard sand. At first Sutan tried to stop him, not wanting him to leave this perfect position in his lap, but eventually as David began to press kisses onto his chest and he felt one hand move down to trace the outline of his hard-on, he knew right away what David’s intentions were and let him go. David knelt delicately between Sutan’s legs, reaching out to grab onto either side of his swim shorts and pull them down over his knees as Sutan shifted his weight onto his arms. He slid the only article of clothing Sutan wore down his legs and all the way off, discarding them in the sand beside them before sliding both of his hands back up Sutan’s thighs and reaching out to stroke his cock.

David smiled in his haziness, watching Sutan respond to his soft touch, loving the feeling of being solely responsible for his pleasure. They held each other’s gaze and Sutan watched him with his mouth slightly agape, before he reached down and wrapped his own hand around David’s, applying a slight bit more pressure that he was craving in that moment. Sutan continued to try and keep his eyes locked on David’s, the steady eye contact turning him on almost as much as the touching, but after a particularly tight squeeze he let his eyes fall shut and completely gave into his pleasure. David took the opportunity to lower his face down and place a soft kiss on the head of Sutan’s twitching cock. He closed his eyes and let his tongue lap over the tip like a cat grooming its own fur, already tasting a small amount of saltiness pooling there. Without warning, he swallowed Sutan all the way down, angling his throat perfectly in order to take every inch of him. David hollowed his cheeks and ran his lips only a couple of inches up and down the base of his cock, feeling it hit the back of his throat every time he dove further down. These small, jerky thrusts were driving Sutan crazy, and David alternated between them and a few long, deep strokes all the way up and down his length. Sutan’s head fell back to hit the rock wall behind him as he heard himself moan loudly at David’s touch. He brought his right hand up to grab onto David’s short hair, helping guide his head up and down according to what he needed and gently thrusting his hips into David’s face. He was so enraptured by the feel of David’s mouth around him, the soft stroking of his lips heightened even further by the high they were both feeling. David continued to work him even faster, letting his tongue play with the skin on the tip and periodically sliding even further down to lightly suck on his balls. The feeling was becoming overwhelming for Sutan.

“Fuck David” he moaned as he leaned forward into David’s face making him lean backwards on his knees, completely submissive now to Sutan’s thrusting. David sat back and just opened his mouth as Sutan took both sides of his head and fucked into him, crying out his name in pleasure.

“Uhn, fuck I’m gonna-“

With a groan, Sutan squeezed his eyes shut and exploded into David’s open mouth. David swallowed down every drop of cum that he could, appreciative of everything Sutan was giving him. After David felt his orgasm finish, he slid his mouth from around Sutan who, after a couple of deep breaths, opened his eyes and smiled at the most beautiful sight before him. David was still waiting patiently on his knees, cum dripping down his lower lip and chin as he looked up at Sutan in a daze, still high as hell and looking for his own release. Sutan jerked his head and motioned for David to come closer, and as David crawled up onto his hands and knees to bring himself forward, Sutan reached out and wiped the sticky mess off of his chin. He collected all of the cum onto his right thumb, which he then brought to David’s partially opened lips and watched, mesmerized as he sucked it clean. David was being so good today, giving Sutan exactly what he needed when he needed it, and Sutan knew he had to return the favour. As he looked down at David’s bulging swimsuit, he knew that he was already halfway there, he just needed a little bit of extra encouragement. Sutan looked back up into David’s eyes.

“Take them off” he instructed.

David smiled and did just what he was told, wiggling out of his tiny swimsuit and releasing his half hard cock. Sutan held onto his hands and brought David up to stand, turning him around and moving him backwards, directing him to sit. He fit perfectly in the small space between Sutan’s legs with his back against his stomach. Sutan wrapped both hands around to caress the front of David’s torso, feeling the ripples of muscle underneath his hands as they ran over his pecs. He moved his head slightly to kiss David’s ear, then leaned down even more to the side of his neck as David tilted his head to give him better access. Sutan continued sucking and kissing at the soft part of David’s neck that he knew drove him insane, while his right hand discreetly lowered to wrap around David’s growing cock. David grabbed onto Sutan’s leg and gasped softly in surprise, letting his head fall back against Sutan’s shoulder with a slight moan as he felt his hand begin to stroke him. Sutan continued to kiss David’s neck and shoulder, giving him a soft squeeze and maintaining his slow, steady movements. David instinctively tried to reach between his own legs as well, but Sutan’s other hand came up to grab his wrist tightly, silently refusing him his ability to touch himself. This was all going to be Sutan, he wanted complete control over David in this moment.

“What do you need?” he breathed in David’s ear when he felt him squirm slightly under his touch.

“Faster.”

Sutan increased his speed just slightly, but still not enough for David to achieve his full release yet. He wanted to toy with David just a little bit longer, enjoying all the sweet sounds he was making that echoed around them in the small cave. Sutan’s left hand came to scratch up David’s arm, brushing over his collarbone and down to gently pinch his nipple. He continued to kiss David’s jaw and neck as he revelled in the sound of his begging moans, eventually giving in and stroking him a bit faster.

“You were so good for me today David, waiting so patiently” he praised. “Such a good boy, don’t you think you deserve to come?” David nodded frantically, so overwhelmed by Sutan’s touch.

Sutan smiled at David’s eagerness, “I do too” he pressed a kiss to David’s cheek before nuzzling into his ear and asking darkly “do you need more?”

Once again David nodded his head quickly, whining “yes, please Sutan.”

Sutan could feel David desperately trying to increase the friction, clawing against his leg, thrusting his hips into Sutan’s hand. He waited a moment, enjoying this bit of power he had over David for a minute before finally giving him everything he wanted. Sutan’s left hand splayed across his stomach to keep him in place while his right hand steadily stroked David’s cock. He let go for a brief moment to spit on his own hand before returning to stroke him even faster, making David cry out in pleasure. Sutan was squeezing and moving so quickly now, tugging on David like he did when he jerked himself off at home. His cock felt so heavy in Sutan’s hand, and he could feel it pulsing more with every stroke. Sutan continued to whisper sweet words of encouragement in David’s ear, trying to coax the orgasm out of him. Finally, he felt David tense up completely underneath him, and he smiled as he witnessed David’s release wash over him, his cum coating Sutan’s hand. He continued stroking David all the way through his orgasm, pressing soft kisses to the side of his face and murmuring praise in his ear as he came down from his high.

“So good baby. So so good.”

Sutan reached down to retrieve a small towel from the bag, wiping his cum-soaked hand on it and rolling it back up. Both men were completely exhausted and, for now, satiated. Sutan leaned back against the stone wall and closed his eyes while David remained in his position between his legs, resting his head on Sutan’s left shoulder and drifting off as well. They both sat back and relaxed, relishing in the mix of their release and the lingering high that remained in the air around them. Sutan began to run his hands absentmindedly through David’s growing hair and up and down his spine, happy to have finally shared this spot with someone special. The memories they made here today would stay with him for at least the next 40 years of his life.

#rpdr fanfiction #raja gemini #raven #raja x raven #canon compliant #fluff #smut #summer love #chardonnay

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3x18 Reaction / Commentary

Anxious feeling of imminent doom in my gut? Check. Skipping breakfast in favor of running to my laptop like a starving person? Check. Chances of surviving this episode with my sanity intact? Uhhh.... Well here goes nothing.

But one more thing before we get started (Does anyone wanna get out? Yeah, me!!!! Okay sorry.)

Who's this mysterious “Alex” person?? A new player on the board???

Alright alright, I'm stalling, I know. It's weird, last week couldn't pass quick enough but now I really don't wanna click the play button... okay anyway you're probably not here to read my angsting, so. Deep breath and here goes.

In terms of putting my nerves at ease this is working out pretty good. I love Becky, okay, and her sibling ship with Simon and the Sneak Peek made me real happy and I can't wait to see more of those two together (especially considering this'll probably be her last appearance on the show). So, yeah Team Lewis! (Also that comment about them and Clary never missing a Halloween together? I need all the kid fics!!!)

Lol dude I mean you literally died for knowing about it, but sure, make an understatement XD Also, “all the way from Florida”??? Last thing I knew about her she was lying in a hospital bed a week ago (aka 3A)? When did she get released? And relocated? I missed that???

:D :D :D <3<3<3

Queen Izzy :))))))) btw those kids had seriously lacking survival skills if you ask me. That wasn't normal, right? And where were their supervisors??

Effing f-i-n-a-l-l-y.

Also, Magnus with the deflecting again as soon as he's recovered just the tiniest bit is both painfully ic and also just painful </3

Ugh, can you believe Clace entered the Malec scene even though they must have felt it was a bad time and deranged it with their flirting? Unfair. In any case I agree, Clary was always and will always be an idiot XD haha okay sorry, I don't really mean that (only like, 83%) it's just the setup was too good to pass it up ;) I mean even Alec laughed at Jace calling her an idiot so I'm well within my rights to do it, too XD

Thanks, Alec, for sabotaging the one shot at open communication you had. I mean, I want to believe he does it because he realizes Magnus is back to his deflecting self and prodding will get him nowhere, but uhm, could he try for longer than three seconds before giving up? Is he really gonna let Magnus off the hook so easily and do something stupid and reckless instead?? *sigh* BUT ALSO HIS FRAKKING FACE OKAY I CAN'T

“Back from the Plot Fold”

Alec “Tact” Lightwood looooool

“Bitch I worked on this performance for centuries how dare you”

SO. MANY. QUESTIONS.

sdfshfsjdkfjsdf I love the way he talks okay. Exquisite. (Also he has a birthmark on his lip. It's really distracting. Am I implying Asmodeus is hot? Maybe. You can't prove a thing.)

............................................................your self-confident didn't make any progress since season 1, did it, Alec? *sigh* I mean he's basically agreeing with Asmodeus that this is what will happen if their situation doesn't change.

Okay what is structure, let me just yell my impressions of this scene at you. 1) Both of their acting is stellar. Love all the little body language cues, especially Asmodeus's mocking facial expressions. 2) “Return what you stole” and Asmodeus protesting it because clearly he had a “fair deal” with Magnus. 3) Alec breaking eye contact whenever Asmodeus lands a hit (“One he already regrets.” “You make him vulnerable, weak.”) 4) The fact that Alec protests the potential-line with “We love each other.” I was confused at first but when you think about it Alec says that they help each other access their full potential by loving each other and that's a beautiful sentiment. 5) Of course then Asmodeus lands another hit with “Then I'm afraid you will be the death of him” and Alec is back to looking away.

Thank you, Alec, for not being a total idiot.

“...or else the deal is off.” Obviously. Thank you, Asmodeus, for not being a total idiot either.

.........did he just nod? I knew I was right making that 'total' italic, implying he's still somewhat of an idiot XD

sooooo pretttyyyyyyyyyyyyy

And I can't believed Clary missed Luke so much she visited him in prison a total of 0 times.

Look I'm weak and I dig the Jace-Luke-father-son-in-law-dynamic.

Also can we take a moment to appreciate the fact that Alec is able to function as Head of the Institue even though he has to make the hardest decision of his life at the same time?? Just saying. Guy knows how to handle his shadowhunter responsibility. If only he was as capable in handling other things and omg this is not an innuendo you naughty people, I meant emotional intelligence goddammit.

I mean, he's not wrong? The way he cares about her is uniquely twisted, so.

.........................is Alec having 2x12 flashbacks? Because I sure am.

Hmmmm always admiring Clary's screaming skills :)

*sigh* I mean she didn't just SAY intense pain for a short while? Why am I even bothering.

The scientist has spoken lol.

1) They had a whole underground basement full of tons and tons of that serum, right? If those are all made up of nanoparticles then I really really wonder how big the Glorious splitter was that they extracted the serum from. Since, you know, that whole stash was supposed to be enough for the Downworlders all over the world. Wtf 2) I guess “self-destructing” that basement is gonna come back to roost them and they need to recover the original sword to eliminate the Evil Rune, right???? haha

Asmodeus wrote: Hurry up pretty boy, our deal isn't on the table forever ;)

I'm actually impressed Jace remembered to ask Alec about the proposal. You get some more diligence starlets, Jace <3

OMG ALEC ARE YOU SHITTING ME ARE YOU SHITTING ME ARE YOU SHITTING ME *sigh* I mean, those two situations are obviously totally comparable, right? I for my part am, again, having severe 2x12 flashbacks, where Alec asked Jace's council about something that Jace totally wasn't equipped to answer. *SIGH*

And I guess Jace isn't suspicious because of Alec's super suspicious behavior, right?????? Ugh.

The sad part is, Alec will probably see that as confirmation that he should go through with it because he doesn't want to be selfish. So while yay, Alec seeking council, he does it in the worst way possible :( at least I got some parabatai feels out of it :/

On the one hand I'm glad she sees it that way* on the other hand this is clearly supposed to be the influence of the rune, so that's kinda undermining her statement and making it even less credible. Thanks, show.

*Yes he was a victim, no he still carries some responsibility for his actions because free will is a thing and he's had some time on earth where he wasn't exactly coerced by anyone. Manipulated, yes. But he's aware of his agency and he should have used it better. I get that I'm asking for a lot here, maybe too much, and circumstances were always against him, but I'm also not absolving him of all his crimes.

Magnus deflecting because that's what he does. God forbid a scene that could be about him actually ends up being about him instead of a side pairing I couldn't care less about. *sigh*

Also, I'm not exactly sure if Magnus really thinks Alec thought being around Maryse could help him, or if he just said that as another means to deflect because honestly, the way Alec suggested to Magnus he go to Maryse was more the here-go-see-your-babysitter-approach than anything else, especially because he basically cut of the conversation they where having before Clace interrupted. *SIGH*

WELL I COULD

YOU NO FRIKKIN SAY, MARYSE

“My lips are sealed.... especially about my issues ¯\_(ツ)_/¯”

THE DISDAIN AHAHHAHAHA CATCH ME WHEEZING ON THE GROUND

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SEELIE QUEEN IS QUEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Is this.... actually......... a scene with Alec and Izzy???? HELL YEAH

Okay, words. First off, I LOVE that Alec spills all the beans, and to Izzy, the one emotionally capable Lightwood. I mean, yay Jalec and all, but it's an universally acknowledged truth that Lightwood Men seem to be pretty unable to handle their emotions in a productive way.

Second off, the music playing in the background? Is the one from the Malec Breakup Scene from 2x18. Yay mood reference, I mean. Thanks for that lovely detail, show. (Hahahaha I don't even know if I'm sarcastic or not because it's so witty but on the other hand it's just cruelly twisting the knife like r u for real man give me a damn break.)

Third off, I love basically every line of this dialogue. The fact that Alec (or anyone really) FINALLY acknowledges that Magnus gave up his powers and saved Jace for Alec. Alec's argument: “Magnus sacrificed everything so I could feel whole and now I have the chance to do the same for him.” Also that wording, “a chance”? Not an obligation, not a repayment of a dept. A chance. Because he loves Magnus and this is his chance to fix it. (In his eyes at least, pssssh.)

And Izzy's intent “He wouldn't want this. He loves you so much.” So valid. And less biased (aka skewed by shitty self-esteem) than Alec's assessment of the situation.

Also this

Ouch, just. Ouch. So ic.

Also this

Izzy asking all the right questions. The way Alec looks away means “No” and the determined way he meets her gaze again after means “But that doesn't matter.” Very good scene.

(Honestly the only thing I would have wished for is that Izzy is a little more firm in her assertion that Magnus wouldn't want this and she like, tries to change Alec's mind instead of just accepting his decision.)

hehehe :)

The same time you moved to Florida apparently.

hahaahahha <3<3<3 kick-ass sister material

.........<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 this deserves so much recognition okay. Since we all know drinking away his problems is Magnus's No 1 coping mechanism. Too bad he'll be pushed into his liquor again by Alec unwisely breaking up with him at the end of the episode (because I daren't dream of a change of heart on Alec's side.)

Also is this the part where Maryse blabs out Alec's proposal plans??

Ugh yay, so after Maryse reassuring Magnus that they are all here for him I guess the breakup is just gonna get 5 shades uglier. Yaaay.

Love that necklace damn.

Obligatory Sizzy moment in front of Becky so she can call Simon out on it later: Check. Just glad this role doesn't fall to Raphael. (Also you bet your ass I chose Becky's line as a picture for this because I'm really that petty.)

Also omg, I just peeked into the German dubbing because obviously the Count von Count pun doesn't work because the words for Count and the word for counting aren't the same here and the guy is named Graf Zahl. And just skdjfslkdjfklsdjfkld Simon's line “That does sound really made up” is honest to God transated with “You're right, I just made him up” like oh my God who is in charge of translating this and why are they so incompetent honestly!!!!!!!! W H Y

Lol that's gotta be the first time in his life that he called her Isabelle. Probably because she was slacking off during patrol.

AAAAAND I'M WHEEZING AGAIN AHAHHA HER OFFENDED FACE Honestly the seelie queen and Becky should start a comedy spin-off, I'd be watching the shit out of that XD

HAHAHAHAH HAVE MERCY XD XD XD Then again, can you blame Simon? Izzy is sooooo droolworthy.

1) She's gonna let Alec, Jace and Clary (two and a half shadowhunters ahaha) take on a whole nest of demons alone? Instead of backing them up? Okay???

2) Why they telling them that??? As far as they are concerned Simon and Becky are civilians, not their parents.

?????? NO SHE SHOULD TAKE BECKY WITH HER!!!!!!!! CAN YOU IMAGINE BECKY TOURING THE INSTITUTE? BECKY MARVELING AT ALL THE UNREALISTIC SHADOWHUNTER TECH?? BECKY KIDDING AROUND IN THE LAB??? I WAS ROBBED!!!

:)))) even Jace breaking out the comedy :D :D :D I approve

Those are some nice wings. Not perfect, but very very nice.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME HAHAHAHAHAHAH

Okay, Parabatai Fight Scene!!! 1) Jace again with his axes, nice.

2) Being sassy instead of, idk, picking up his weapons: Check.

3) True dat, but uh, Jace, what was the plan if Alec hadn't shown up? Inviting Drevak Queen out on a date?

4) I mean, why shoot one when you can shoot five, right? Good motto. But I still kind of want an explanation how two of those arrows could land in the Drevak Queen's head and the other three in her chest, like, what are physics anyway amiright?

5) Shot meant to make Jace look heroic when really, since we earlier learnt that killing the Drevak Queen kills all her spawn*, this was just Alec doing Jace's work for him XD

*Uh, yeah what the hell is up with that. Chitauri Genetic Defect or something? *sigh*

*Feelings of terrible foreboding intensify*

sssssssssssssssssssssssudden

Look, I agree. I just don't think Maia could really comprehend / accept that so fast (and off-screen) because ugh reasons, too tired to repeat myself again *waves hand unhelpfully* but whatever, I can accept this. I made my peace with it.

1) Last time I checked those cells were secured with a combination lock thingy.

2) Thanks Lanaia for sabotaging Sizzy, I'll be sure to send you a gift basket (or, if what I think will happen happens, some flowers for your grave lol).

*snorts* Reminds me of Hannibal who was always making cannibal puns at people and no one noticed XD Also, her knocking Jace out was really dumb? I mean, he wouldn't have stopped her from saving Jonathan because, uh, that's saving her own neck, too. And if she'd portaled them both to the cell she could have disposed of him there way easier, locking him up – since apparently she didn't plan to kill him, and that nice straightjacket would have kept him from alerting the other Shadowhunters way longer than that pipe over the head. So, wholly unnecessary. I mean, in a way it's nice to know that Demonic Clary isn't smarter than Regular Clary.

Dude she's literally wielding a spear, how dumb are you.

Aaaaaand there goes my order to the nearest funeral wreath shop XD

Look I have questions (which, okay, I should have asked sooner but what even is continuity right). When that weird gratifying wing dream sequence started I thought it was Clary tapping into the rune connection and it was the real Jonathan communicating with her. When Jace entered the play field it was clear at least some part must be fake because Jace sure as heck wasn't unconscious / in trance at the time and later didn't give any indication that he participated in some creepy contest for Clary's affections. But now Jonathan is surprised by this, too? He, too, was a product of Clary's imagination? I have so many questions, first of all, why the wings? And the really cheap back-white-symbolism? Also, why did Clary feel so drawn to Jonathan if this was all in her own mind? Was it the influence of the Evil Rune? Does the Evil Rune have a user interface that's shaped to look like Jonathan? Does that mean Jonathan has a Clary-shaped interface??? I need answers.

Ugh. Let's make this long and painful, shall we.

OF COURSE IN THE ONE SCENE WHERE SHIT WILL GO DOWN THEY DON'T FAIL AT CASUAL INTIMACY THANK YOU FOR  N O T H I N G

Let's not talk about the fact that the thought, Alec could mean anything but a break together from everything that's been going on, doesn't even cross Magnus's mind because no. Noooooo. I'd rather talk about how absolutey awesome both of their acting is. For Alec I really like the way he moves his eyes, like the gaze darting around alternating with the rigid stare. For Magnus, uh, everything, just like, his whole face is perfection?? Yeah, that works.

The way he interrupts because he just needs to get this over with as quickly as possible.

Dammit, he does this eyelid dip here, it's not a blink, it's just his eyelids twitching down for a second because this is like a slap in the face. And then he turns and takes a step away because his instinct is to run from this because what is this, this can't be

“Is this about last night? Because I'm going to quit drinking.”

Magnus “forever apologizing for being an 'inconvenience'” Bane, final installment.

Dammit, his face. And again with the deflecting, trivializing his feelings, anything to keep this conversation from going where he thinks it's going.

*EYE ROLL* Sorry but you don't get to play that card after being effin obtuse for 7 episodes, Alec. Nope. Nope.

Magnus, his usual walls rudely ripped away. He has no chance but to admit how shitty he's feeling. And if it wasn't for the circumstances I'd say “yay, finally some communication” but well.

“Fine. I'm in pain,” he says, and Alec turns away, breaking eye contact for a moment because the final confirmation is too much for him for a moment.

I love that Magnus doesn't deliver this line meekly. He's worked up, sure, but there's also a confidence when talking about their relationship. Breaking up is an unrealistic concept to him in that moment because it's so absurd. It's not fixing anything so why would it happen? Makes no sense. *insert weeping sounds*

Brutal and efficient. Very ic.

Damn how does even his blink convey so much vulnerability??? (Somewhere Lexa is nodding approvingly.) (Also why didn't I find gif sets of this :c)

“You said there's nothing I can do to make it better.”

There's an audible difference in his voice, because this part is true and he's not lying. The controlled monotone isn't there anymore. This is his real despair in the face of not being able to do anything to help Magnus.

“It's not your job to make it better.”

Again, if this was a constructive conversation it would be a great step in the right direction. But sadly it isn't, and so this is too little too late.

“Well, what am I supposed to do? Just stand by and watch you suffer for the rest of our lives?”

Alec is still speaking the truth, and this is his motivation to go through with it. Because a) he believes what Magnus said about never being happy again without his magic (sidenote, he didn't, in fact, say that, he said it might never pass (meaning being affected by the magic loss) and he's not happy at the moment, which isn't the same as he'll definitely surely never be happy again without his magic, but whatever) and b) he's sure he doesn't mean all that much to Magnus. He's his current love, but that's about it. Nothing special, not worth leaving such devastating traces in Magnus's life and he certainly doesn't mean as much to Magnus as Magnus means to him. And especially from that second part stems his gravely false assessment of the situation which in the course of consideration leads him to the conclusion that breaking Magnus's heart will hurt less in the long run than him not having his magic. There's also the fact that be probably didn't think about how him doing this to Magnus will confirm every last insecurity Magnus ever had about not being lovable, because I can't believe he would have gone through with this if he'd thought of that. Or at least, he would have been visibly more torn about it, maybe even talked out of it by Izzy, etc. But it's ic for Alec not to think like that, because in a way I guess he loves Magnus too much to really understand that Magnus has these doubts. And Magnus mostly playing his vulnerabilities close to his chest isn't working in his favor here either.

“This isn't you. You're not this selfish.”

This is what I mean. If Alec was less convinced that he's doing the right thing this line might have shaken him out of it. Honestly, I half hoped he'd object this, consequentally incriminate himself and Magnus would catch on that something was going on. But ofc that didn't happen.

The spark line, just. Ouch. Again, very clinical and minimalistc. The way Alec stares, his voice back to being monotone, the way he clenches his jaw. And then his work here is done and he's ready to leave.

It only gets worse from there. Magnus, frozen in disbelieve because this can't possibly be true, and then he starts begging and it breaks my heart every single time okay. To see him reduced to this desperation is just cruel.

I still can't help but note the way Alec readily turns around before Magnus has competely turned around himself. I think he was on the brink of giving in.

The way Magnus holds on to him, hands fluttering over his arms, shoulders, cheeks. The way Alec can't even look at him for the barest second, eyes closed, breath going heavy. Magnus's everything. Just kill me now.

And let's not talk about their kisses and Magnus's whispered words because no. There's nothing to say to that except perfection. Intense, top notch emotion portrayal on both parts.

Then Alec pulls away (how???? gotta admire commitment and an iron will when you see it but boy is it misplaced) and Magnus's hands tremble because this can't be happening, this can't possibly be real.

Note that Alec doesn't look him in the eyes once because he knows if he did, it'd all be over. Also note the look of utter betrayal on Magnus's face. It's not just hurt and heartbreak, it's betrayal because this is what this is. Alec promised him something, made him believe that he could trust in him, in them, and now he's going back on his word.

Well, this was fun, let's never do it again.

Look, I don't have the nerve for this anymore, so I'll keep it short and in no particular order: - Asmodeus is ass powerful and manages to distance-summon himself, yay, nice to know that the one time a shadowhunter doesn't act stupid and impulsive it still doesn't pay off. - Asmodeus killing pissed off warlock lady was both obvious and unnecessary. - His smile is creepy. - “My son needs me.” MY ASS - He still needs to support himself on the back of the chair because he's a weak bitch hahaha.

Conclusion: *sounds of despair*

I just watched the 3x19 promo and.... they're really gonna end Malec on a train wreck this season, aren't they?? Oh God. They hoped they'd have a forth season to work through it and that's why they served themselves with issues and second helpings of extra issues, and since s4 isn't a thing we're gonna get an unsatisfying as hell 2x20-style resolution in the finale. God please say I'm wrong but like. Arrgghhhh.

(Also, credit where credit is due: “Before we get started, does anyone wanna get out?” is the line from Captain America in TWS before the elevator fight.)

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[weretheones]

Just Go Part Two- Daryl Dixon

Plot/Request: Your first solo run with Daryl was supposed to be quick and easy, but it ends up being quite the opposite. When Daryl ignores his only exit to run back and save you, you can’t help but wonder why. (Set in early S3, before the Governor) 

Word Count:
 2,164

Warnings: swearing

Note: hey guys! heres part 2! this is supposed to take place just at the beginning of season 3, before the governor and everything, so we have some confident-jokester daryl vibes. i usually don’t write him like this so please lmk if you guys think i should continue or go back to my regular stuff!!! enjoy! :)

part three will be out tomorrow! i would’ve waited till tuesday but it’s a shorter part so i figured why not release it early :) 

read part one first!

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Why didn’t he save himself?

God. You were screwed, the both of you. There was no way out except the same way you came in and with the loud growls of walkers just behind the door, that was not an option.

You tore your eyes away from the door, feeling as if you kept staring you might scream. You look down to your feet. Your left foot was a centimetre from Daryl’s right, your legs tangled and bodies still pressed against each other completely. As you looked down, your forehead rested against his upper chest, not by choice, it was too close to do otherwise. Nonetheless, you enjoyed the feeling.

His heart pounded throughout his chest. The feeling spread through to your forehead, slamming against your skull. His chest was pushed out, his fingers twitching. Every muscle in his body was being pumped with adrenaline, with blood. He was so tense underneath your skin.

You slowed your breathing, quietly, as you closed your eyes. It helped that Daryl was here with you. You knew how strong he was, and now you knew he wouldn’t leave you behind. Even if it meant giving up his own life.

But you still didn’t get why. Perhaps being a friend was enough for Daryl to risk his life for you. But were you even friends? He never seemed to like you, in fact, you were pretty sure he hated you. At least, you were sure before this.

The room was swimming in darkness, only small rays of light coming from a miniature window by the ceiling. It was too small to squeeze through, you could tell that much already.

Minutes passed, the sound of walkers never leaving. They’d scattered throughout the store now, losing track of the two of you and returning back to their mindless states. A sigh escaped your lips as you lifted your head again, looking up at Daryl’s face. He was staring at the door, right hand twitching over his knife.

Even admit all the chaos, you wanted to reach your hand up to his face. Pull him back to you, distract him for just a moment. Even if it was by a snide comment. You continued staring, thinking just how much this damn man meant to you. He could feel your eyes burning into his skin but did his best to ignore it.

A soft sigh left your lips. The tension from just moments ago was dissolving into awkwardness. You let your eyes wander now, looking around the small room. You noticed the crates to your right, furthest from the door-- which was to your left, just taking up space. Behind Daryl, there was some empty space on the shelves. So you shifted your body along his, having no other option than to drag yourself against him to move over.

You motioned him to move so his back could face the door. He did so, somewhat confused by you. But when he saw you moving the empty crates to the shelf, clearing up a little more room for you two, he understood.

“Here,” You mumbled, scouting down to the ground, sitting where the crates once were. He continued to stand, looking down instead of joining you. You sighed softly, extending your legs straight out. The soles of your feet almost touched the door. You leaned on your backpack, the soft contents providing a cushion.

“Just sit, Dixon. I won’t bite.” A bitter chuckle left your lips, your voice just over a whisper. Loud enough for him to hear, quiet enough for the walkers not to. He didn’t even nod, just remained quiet as he stepped toward you, his feet directly to your right side, then lowered his body.

He’d slipped his crossbow off his shoulder, now with the space to do so. He extended his left leg almost fully before it touched the door. His knee bent slightly, the other leg bend completely. Placing his crossbow in his lap, you watched as he moved to get comfortable, shifting around for a few seconds before finally relaxing. His right arm bent over his knee, leaning down to chew on his thumb.

You’d been staring. He’d noticed, of course. Reluctantly, he met his eyes to yours. Yet unlike all the other times, you hadn’t blushed and looked away. This time you continued staring at him. The (Y/E/C) of your eyes meeting his dark blue ones. You were lost in thought. If he died, it would be your fault. If he never made it home, it’d be your fault. If even so much as got a bruise, it would be your fault.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, giving a slight shake of your head as you finally broke the eye contact.

“You should’ve left.” You mumbled, your voice oozing shame.

You wondered what he might be thinking. Maybe now he was regretting coming back for you. After all, what good were you to him anyway. All the two of you did was bicker.

He didn’t answer. Now it was you ignoring his deep, penetrating stare. A shiver ran down your spine, you felt so exposed. Out in the open for him to poke at, to cut open. Your breathing began to pick up again as your emotions grew. They filled you to the brim, threatening to explode out for Daryl to witness.

You bit down on your lower lip, mumbling more to yourself this time the same thing.

“You should’ve fucking left.” Anger laced between your words, yet Daryl had a feeling it wasn’t for him. He was right. You shook your head, eyes faltering to the ground as a small tear left your eye.

When you looked back into his eyes you noticed something you’d only seen once before, when you’d almost died a few months ago. His steely blue eyes softened for yours, giving you an understanding yet surprised look. He wondered, maybe you were more alike than he’d thought.

“I wouldn’t leave ya to die, (Y/N).” He mumbled, looking away from you now. He let his eyes drop from your face to the door ahead of you two. Your eyes followed suit, examining the rusting metal hinges.

In all honesty, though you wanted him to speak, you never expected he would. It left you speechless.

“I may not agree with ya’ bout almost everythin’.” He spoke, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. “But I ain’t gonna let you die.”

Looking back at him you found yourself realizing something that’d taken all too long. Daryl didn’t hate you, in fact, it seemed far from it. He cared, that's why he’d scream at you about close calls, about risking your life for others. Its why he didn’t want you out on runs. Not because he didn’t like you, but because he did too much to lose you.

Before you could say anything a loud grumble erupted from Daryl’s stomach. Suddenly the serious mood lifted a little as you raised an eyebrow to his body’s noise. You huffed, the few loose strands of hair that’d fallen from your ponytail, framing your face, flew forward.

You turned your body to reach your backpack, placing it in your lap and digging through it until you found the granola bar you’d offered him earlier.

“Take it.” You smiled softly with a small laugh, “The walkers will hear all that noise you’re making.”

He gave you a look, it wasn’t filled it his usual anger. It was softer, nicer. Grateful.

“Thanks.” He grunted, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

“So,” You mumbled, “What I’m getting from this is you don't hate me?”

He looked to you again, somewhat shocked by what you’d said, “Who said I hated ya’?”

You shrugged, “I just assumed, I guess.”

He grunted, moving around beside you. He seemed uncomfortable-- you weren’t sure if it was because of he was perched up against a hard brick wall without much space to move, or because of your confrontation. But you figured, knowing Daryl, it was probably the latter.

“Aint a fair assumption.” He finally responded, somewhat annoyed. You felt your mood dip a little, realizing that maybe you’d judged the man too much before.

“Well, you never exactly made it clear otherwise.” You softly mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Something he’d noticed you do whenever you felt insecure or anxious. Part of him wanted to say something to help make you feel better, but even if he had the courage to do so right now, he had no idea what the hell he’d say.

You cleared your throat, low enough not to draw attention from outside the door. “So,” You began, an obvious attempt at changing the topic, “What we gonna do about our friends out there?” You jutted your chin out motioning beyond the door.

Daryl thought a moment, giving you a quick glance before beginning to chew on his thumb. He looked at you, tilting his head to the side with an eyebrow slightly raised. The sight was enough to make your stomach knot. “We got food, water. Best to wait it out a while more I think.”

You smirked, "You think, huh?”

“I know.” He retorted. Any other day his words would be laced with anger, but today you heard a hint of humour. It was a pleasant change.

It became silent between you again as you mutually agreed to wait it out. At least, as long as you could. Daryl ate half of another granola bar in the time, offering you the other half. You ate it slowly, wondering how long you’d have to stay here. At least you had supplies.

“it’s nice,” You broke the silence, “not fighting.”

He hummed in agreement.

You sighed, “I don’t like making you mad, Dixon. I just..” You stumbled over the words. Here it was again, the knot in your stomach. You sighed again-- deeper than before, “you make me crazy.”

He scoffed, “I make you crazy, huh?”

“Crazy.” You raised your eyebrows with a small laugh.

He nodded, humming again. You waited for his response, not sure what he’d say. If he’d say anything at all really. You had never really been honest about this stuff with him before, hell, you’d never even gone an hour without arguing with him before.

“Should I leave ya be then?” He asked. Part of you thought he was kidding, but the other part considered he may be serious.

You teased him a little, “Nah, that’d make me crazier.”

He groaned, “Can’t win, can I?”

You laughed softly, letting your head shake in response. Silence waved over you again, engulfing you both. Daryl looked at you a moment, chewing on the side of his thumb as he did so. Your head rested against the hard wall, your neck craned up to let yourself stare into the ceiling. You both remained like that for a few nice moments.

Then he broke the silence again.

“’M sorry I can be a dick to ya.” He whispered. When you looked over to him, a sliver of shock evident in your eyes, you noticed how relaxed he looked. You’d never seen him like this before. He gave you a soft side smirk, one of apology yet hinting at humour.

You smiled back, “Its all good, Daryl."

And then you were back to silence.

Eventually, the sun began to set. The two of you were more anxious than ever to get out of the small confines, being there since the early morning. Though not because of each other, in fact, that was the only thing that’d kept you there for so long. Talking and finally becoming something close to friends was good. You both didn’t want it to end. You could’ve left earlier. You probably should’ve. The others must be worried sick by now.

The walker groans from outside were minuscule now. Seconds, sometimes minutes, passed before one was heard. When you first got in the closet, they would overlap continuously.

Daryl readied his crossbow as you wrapped your hand around the handle of the door. Before you did anything, you looked back to him to ensure he was ready. He nodded at you, a hardened look in his eye. You gave a soft, almost unnoticeable nod back and raised your knife with your free hand, then slowly opened the door.

Daryl immediately shot a walker a few feet away. You both started to sprint out of the store, the bags on your backs bouncing with every step and the walkers too close to you dropping like flies. Without a second thought you ran out of the store, Daryl closely behind. The walkers from inside had spread back out. They filled the streets but were scattered just enough for you and Daryl to get to his bike easily.

The bike roared to life, you jumping on behind as he kicked up the stand and sped forward. Finally, you were on your way back home.

read part three

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[allfandomxreader]

The Interview pt. 2

Pairings: Joe x Reader Words: 1,812 Summary: Joe finally realizes he can’t hide his feelings anymore and decides to tell you. Part: 2/5 Warnings: Light swearing A/N: It’s what you’ve all been waiting for, part 2! I hope you guys enjoy it. This one is a little rushed because I just needed to get it rolling so I’m really sorry if it sucks. Tags will be at the bottom, thank you everyone for your amazing support and feedback on the first part! Feel free to continue to let me know what you think :)

Part 1  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

Strangers crowd all around us in the bustling airport, they cheer and reach for our hands as we enter the building. I wave towards the paparazzi as cameras flash blinding lights in our faces. Y/N greets our fans giving them warm hugs and autographs whenever they ask, she snaps a few photos with them before they exchange goodbyes and she makes it back to me. “Do you ever get used to that?” She smiles and lets out a long breath, “They’re so supportive, I love each and every one of them. That gave me such a rush!” She watches as some girls look through the pictures they took with her. I couldn’t help but smile at her warming words, “What?” She nudges me with her shoulder playfully as we continue through the airport.

We come to a slow stop when we arrive at her gate. Neither one of us could find the words to say, instead, we stand in silence, refusing to look at one another. “Three months is a long time without seeing my best friend,” She mumbles, still looking straight ahead of her, “I don’t know how I’ll manage without you.” Her hand grips around her suitcase handle tighter as she speaks.

“I’ll call and text you every day, okay? It’ll be like I’m right there with you.” I try to find comforting words despite I felt the same way, if not worse.

“You and I both know that’s not the same thing.” She sighs before slowly turning to face me. “Call me as soon as you land, I’ll stop being sappy,” She plasters a grin onto her features, a smile that could’ve fooled anyone; but not me. “I’ll miss you,” Her arms wrap around my neck, I pull her body close to me as we embrace each other for several moments.

The dreaded moment arrives as she pulls away and walks towards her gate. She clutches her boarding pass tightly after the lady scans the thin piece of paper. Y/N waves one final time before she disappears through the long tunnel towards her plane. I stand for minutes after I watched her walk away, I couldn’t find the desire or the strength to move, I felt the sudden urge to chase after her, to scream her name, to refuse to leave her side. But my feet stay planted on the carpeted floor and for the first time in months I feel utterly alone.

I spin on my heel and head towards my own designated area weaving through the chattering people, avoiding eye contact at all costs. It felt unnatural to be in the public eye without Y/N, ever since season three began we practically went everywhere together. I want her to be here with me now, to ease the sorrow that festers in my stomach at her absence, to make me laugh at her corny jokes, to play stupid children’s games to pass time. I want her to tell me everything's okay like I’ve done to her so many times before.

I push the thought of Y/N out of my head completely as I take the seat closest to the window. I shove my earbuds in my ears and blare anything that will bring peace to my wild mind. People shuffle in the aisle, shoving their luggage overhead before finding their seats. The flight attendants speak over the intercom but I pay no attention.

The plane’s engine revs and lurches into movement, I stare out the window trying to occupy my thoughts with something other than my best friend. The man beside me jingles his seatbelt for what seems like the seventh time, I couldn’t help but stare at his motions. “I’m sorry,” He speaks, I remove the earbuds to be polite, “I’ve never flown before.” He admits shyly. I offer him a small smile before speaking.

“It’s okay, the worst part only lasts a few seconds,” I try my best to calm his nerves. It was more difficult than I expected. Usually, I know just what to say to calm Y/N down but when it came to strangers I didn’t have a clue how to help.

“Oh yeah? What’s the worst part?” As soon as the words slip out of his mouth, the plan pulls backward as it ascends into the air. He grips onto the arm rests tightly in fear, “Please tell me it’s this,” He squints his eyes closed and a few moments later the plane is in the sky making it easier for him to relax.

“Congratulations,” I smile, “Wasn’t so bad, huh?” He chuckles before extending his hand out to me.

“I’m John,” I take his hand, giving it a firm shake.

“Joe, nice to meet you.” An awkward silence settles over us, neither of us knowing what to say.

“I’m sorry if I talk your ear off, I get really talkative when I’m anxious.” He explains, slightly embarrassed.

“No worries, I could use good conversation to get my mind off of things.” I run my hand through my hair avoiding his stare.

“If you want to talk about it -whatever’s on your mind I mean- I’m happy to listen,” He offers, “I’ve been around for awhile, people say my advice is pretty good too.” I smile at his kindness, glancing out the window only to find it foggy with clouds. “Is it… A girl?” The blush that creeps along my cheeks gives him the answer that he was looking for only to be confirmed with my nod. “Do tell me about this girl.”

“I don’t even know where to begin,” I smile at just the thought of Y/N, “She’s my best friend, I can tell her everything, we know each other like the back of our hands. We can read each other’s minds and have conversations with our eyes even if it’s across the room.” I laugh thinking of all the times we used our eyes to talk about the people on set. “She’s fantastic at her career, she’s so hardworking and determined to make everything perfect and will redo everything if it isn’t to her liking. She’s smart as hell too, so smart it’s intimidating. She’s also beautiful but in her own special way. She has the perfect smile, and her eyes always sparkle when they look at me, and the way she carries herself just makes her drop-dead gorgeous. Just-” I search for more words to string together to try my best for John to understand just how perfect Y/N really was. “I could write a whole book about her and even then it wouldn’t be enough,” I mumble, mainly to myself, but he heard anyways.

“She sounds incredible.” His eyebrows are raised in my rambling, trying to process all the words I threw at him. “What seems to be the problem then?” He asks. Music still slips out of the earbuds and can quietly be heard, I quickly pause the music to answer his question but he asks another before I even have a chance. “Is that her?” He points at the exposed screen, the wallpaper of Maika and I caught his attention. My stomach tied in knots as I stare at the picture, Maika’s eyes bore into mine as if she’s reading my soul and devouring all my secrets. I knew then and there it was a mistake to get on this plane, to leave unsaid feelings floating in the air between Y/N and I. I know now that Maika and I had to end, I know that I needed to be with Y/N, but this time, as more than just best friends.

The elevator door dings as it slides to its open. I count the doors I pass before standing in front of her’s. My hands begin to sweat, my heart wants to lurch out of my chest, it pumps so fast I can hear its pulse in my ears.

I rap my knuckles to the door, the knock echoes around the hall full of doors making it seem like I was even more alone. I hear quiet shuffling behind the door before it opens to reveal Y/N. She stands before me in nothing but a t-shirt and her beloved sweats. Her hair is tied into a messy bun, her mascara is smudged under her left eye. In her most natural state, she is absolutely breathtaking.

“Joe?” Her voice drips with confusion, she steps to the side inviting me in. “What the hell are you doing here? You’ve been completely MIA for the past few days then you decide to show up on my doorstep?” Her tone is harsh as she spits questions towards me. I run my fingers through my already disheveled hair as panic starts to set in. Her eyes grow soft as she reads me.

“We need to talk,” It sounded horrible as soon as the words touched the air, I desperately wanted to take them back, I’ve already lost the script I had mapped out specifically for the purpose of saying something stupid or not quite right. “Maika and I broke up,” I curse myself, out of the whole feeling speech that’s what I decided to say first? She reaches out her hand to comfort me, her touch warms my whole arm, I want to lean into it, I want her to hold me.

“Joe, I’m so sorry,” She whispers, her eyes scour mine in search of something as I shake my head.

“It’s fine, I came to talk about us.” I pause, taking a look at her quaint apartment before speaking again, “I’ve come to realize that I wasn’t happy with Maika. I wanted to hold you, kiss you, laugh with you, be with you, and not just as my best friend. It wasn’t fair to Maika for me to wish it was you every time she touched me. It wasn’t fair to either of us for me to trap each other in a failing relationship.” I ramble, “I met a man on my flight home, we nearly talked the whole flight about you and I knew it was you I wanted to be with when I wasn’t talking about Maika.” I sigh and find myself looking at the floor. Hesitantly, I take her hand in mine. “What I’m trying to say is, from the moment I met you I felt a connection and I should’ve faced my feelings a long time ago instead of hiding them, I’m done hiding and I’m done running. I believe that our bond is special and I want to take it further than just being best friends.” I finally build up enough courage to meet her eyes once again, her face is blank giving no clues to how she was feeling. Moments pass and her mouth still doesn’t move.

Her silence grows deafening.

Tags: @stevieboyharrington @thechandlerbingdance

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Show Stopper- Paul Lahote x Young!Reader Part 3

Fandom: Twilight

Pairing: Paul x Young!Reader

Word Count: 2,549

Part: 3

Warnings: The usual

AN: I know I said I was going to take a break, but right now, the only thing I feel like I can do, is write. I obviously didn’t last very long on my break, I just that writing brings me joy. So please, do enjoy!

 Two weeks later, I hang upside down from the ribbons in the garage, that Sam had put up, my hair is loose, the ribbons are wrapped around my legs, and I have a grip on them with my fists. The ribbons are slowly spinning from the added weight of a body, but I’m just sitting there in thought, fulled dressed for the day. “What are you doing?” Embry asks as he enters the garage.

 “Thinking.” I answer, he grabs a soda from the mini fridge. “Sam put these up for me that day.” He knows that I’m referring to the day that Paul nearly shifted, when he imprinted on me, and then ran out of the house, and Sam ran after him, it’s been two weeks since then. Sam came back without Paul, who had apparently taken off in wolf form, and hasn’t been back since.

 “He’s in Canada right now.” Embry states, causing me to sit up, spinning down to the floor, and cross over to him as he leans against the wall beside the mini fridge.

 “How can you know?”

 “Wolf telepathy. We can hear each other’s thoughts, he crossed the boarder last night while I was on patrol.” Embry explains as I look down, and he pats me on the arm. “You aren’t a fault. Paul’s never wanted to imprint, and now that he has, he’s confused, and angry.” I frown at that. “He’ll be back, it’s not your fault.”

 “Yes it is.” I shake my head. “We could’ve avoided each other the entire time I was here, never have met, if I hadn’t asked to meet the rest of the pack.” I sigh as I lean on the wall against him. “I wasn’t being considerate. I was being curious. I wouldn’t want me as a soulmate either.”

 “Hey, who says that curiosity isn’t considerate? You’re a great girl.”

 “You’ve known me for two weeks, Embry.” I press off the wall, and look him in the eye. “You don’t know me. I’m a terrible person.”

 “Oh, okay, explain to me how you’re terrible.”

 “I came here under the pretense of helping Seth and Leah through their dad’s death, and not only was I three days late, but it was a lie. I’m here because I wanted to escape the pressure of my life.” He frowns.

 “So, you’re a girl who feels the pressure of her life of inspiring others baring down on her, and you came here to help your cousins to get your mind off of it.” He answers, causing me to scoff, throwing my arms up.

 “Forget it, anything I say, you’ll try and twist it to make me sound like a better person than I am.”

 “Exactly.” He answers with a smirk, causing me to roll my eyes, and stalk out of the garage, he follows are I hop up the steps to the house, and enter, letting the screen door swing shut behind me, in Embry’s face.

 “I have to go.” I state to Emily, she frowns following me as I start up the stairs to my room.

 “Go where?” She asks as she enters the room behind me.

 “I have a competition in a week, in Boston. I need to train.” I answer as I start tossing clothes on the bed, before walking over to the bed, and yanking a bag out from underneath it.

 “When will you be back?” She asks.

 “A month.” I answer, shoving my belongings into the bag. “I’ve never bothered renting a place for longer than a month, because I travel so much, so I’ll be back in a month.”

 “Hey,” She grabs my arm, and I yank it out of her grip, looking up at her.

 “It’s the end of the season, my last competition, just let me do this Emily. I need time to think too.” I state, and she frowns.

 “Embry told me... You’re good enough for Paul, because you’re a good person. Don’t put yourself down.”

 “I don’t want Paul. I don’t want a relationship. He obviously doesn’t want one either.”

 “Hey, be careful with what you say- you can sever your connection.”

 “The fucktard should’ve though of that before taking off to Canada for godsakes.” I shake my head, tugging the bag over my shoulder, and I grab my windbreaker. “I’m sorry Emily, I-I’m confused too, he can’t be the only one confused. That’s not fair.” With that, I walk out of the room, stomp down the stairs, and out the door, climbing into my truck, and taking off down the road.

   <1.5 months later>

 Walking up the steps of the house with my bag over my shoulder, my hair is cropped short, and the red haired girl, dressed nicely, next to me laughs as I touch the back, worried. “Don’t worry, it’s not that back.”

 “Thanks, Cait, I’m glad you thinks so, but that’s not what I’m worried about.” I stop outside the door, and turn to her. “Okay, so my sister’s fiancee, he’s kinda this... He likes to take trouble kids in, mostly guys, my cousin Leah hangs out here a lot cause her brother’s with them. Just keep in mind that, they’re a bit... much.” I state.

 “I grew up with 11 brothers.” She reminds me with that Irish brogue of her’s. “Ya worry too much.”

 “Right.” I let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of my head, and tugged down my shirt, nervously.

 “Oh, how bad could it be?” She asks, causing me to give her a nervous grin, opening the door to the living room and, step inside.

 “I’m back!” I shout, suddenly the boys all pile out of the kitchen, falling over each other, Embry is the first one to my side, picking me up to swing me around in a tight hug.

 “Welcome home, Hope.” He smiles as he sets me down, and Jacob picks me up next, before Seth squeezes me, and Quil gives me a hug, Jared follows after, then Sam pats me on the back, and Leah squeezes me lovingly, before Emily enters from the kitchen to hug me.

 “I see what you meant by much.” Cait says from her spot on the wall, eyeing the shirtless boys with a blush staining her freckled face.

 “Who’s this?” Emily asks, smiling at Cait in a welcoming way.

 “This is Cait, she’s been competing in the Aerial Hoop division for the last three years.” I explain, walking over to her. “She’s taking my place in the Olympics.”

 “What? Why?” Emily asks.

 “You said you called your family.” Cait says, causing me to sigh, and shake my head.

 “I’m done, Em. I broke my leg. That’s why I was late getting back here. It’s healed but...”

 “No! Oh, Hope.” She cries, pulling me in for another hug, before I step back, and gesture to Cait.

 “Okay, so this is Sam, my sister’s fiancee. This is Leah and her kid brother Seth, then this is Quil, Jared, Jacob, Embry, and... where’s Paul?” I ask, looking around the room, point out each person.

 “He’s taking a walk.” Sam answers. He’s on patrol is what that means.

 “Anyway, I guess I’ll introduce you to him later, but for now I’ll show you where we’re bunki- Cait?” I turn from the stairs to see her and Embry’s eyes are locked together, the look on Embry’s face causes me to pause, a smile forming upon my lips, before I walk forward, smacking Embry on the back, snapping him of of his reverie. “Embry, show Cait to my room, yeah?” I hand him my bag as he smiles, nodding as he holds out his hand to Cait, who flusters as she takes his hand, and he leads her upstairs.

 “Well then...” Sam smiles. “that’s quite a surprise.” He looks at me. “As is your hair. It’s nice.”

 “Thanks Sambo.” I pat him on the shoulder, bopping Emily on the nose with my finger as I pass her by, and exit out the back door. Eyeing the hoop tied from the tree, a feeling of loneliness, of loss, fills me, I start into the garage, flipping on the light to see my aerial silk ropes are dangling from the banister that Sam tied them to, unused, a haunting memory that I will never again use them. Tears burn my eyes as I flick off the light, closing the door, starting into the woods on the trail, the quiet echoes off the trees, a deafening silence urges me to turn back, but I keep walking until I come out at the cliff that I had found nearly three months ago, and sit on the edge of it, watching the water below.

 “You aren’t gonna jump, are you? I don’t fancy holding a strange girl in my arms.” My head snaps up my eyes meeting Paul’s, and his eyes widen.

 “Paul...”

 “You’re back.” He breathes, I bite my bottom lip, nodding as he crosses over to me, sitting beside me. “I was wondering why I kept getting these strange pangs of hurt in my chest.

 “Sorry,” I mutter, looking out at the water as he reaches up, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

 “How was it? Did you when I medal?” I wince at his question, and look up at him.

 “Forced retirement. I broke my leg, and it healed wrong.” He frowns at that, and I look away sharply, feeling tears well in my eyes. “It’s fine. I knew I’d have to quit one day. I just... didn’t think it’s been for years.” I feel a tear trail down my cheek, and reach up to wipe it away, anxious for it to be gone. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” I force out the lie.

 “You’re not.” He answers, pulling me against his chest, and in the warmth of his arms, I finally lose myself, bursting into tears, grieving for my passion, for the thing I loved to do, for so long.

 Sitting at the table with Cait and Embry, playing uno, Emily is chopping onions for dinner, Seth, and Jacob are playing video games in the front room, Quil is babysitting Claire in the front room, and Leah is reading in the recliner. Sam, and Jared enter the house, Jared joins the boys in the living room, and I watch as Sam walks up to Emily, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss to her lips, then trails kisses up to her hairline where her scar starts, and down the entire length of her scar. It’s not the first time I’ve seen them do this, but it fills me with a bit of jealousy, and loneliness, especially when I see Claire and Quil in the front room playing, and Cait practically sitting in Embry’s lap, after half a day of knowing him. “You okay?” I jump as I look at the door to see Paul leaning against the doorway, arms crossed as he looks at me, and I simply nod, tossing down my cards, before starting up the stairs to my room.

 “Hey,” Cait enters the room, moments after I plop down on my bed, and she crosses to my side, sitting down beside me, her hand finding my back. “you okay?”

 “I’m fine.” I snap, moving away from her, and start towards the door again. “I just want to be alone.” I start down the stairs, and she follows.

 “A person who’s fine, isn’t so defensive when someone who is her friend, asks about who she’s feeling, Hope.” Cait states as we enter the living room, causing a few of the guys to look up. “So I’ll ask again, are you. Okay?” She insists, causing me to whirl around on her.

 “No! Okay, no! I’m not fucking okay, I lost the one thing I love doing more than ever because I couldn’t fucking afford to do the physical therapy. On top of that, I have to keep a fucking smile on my face, because if I don’t, I’ll fall apart. And currently, I feel lonelier that I’ve ever felt, even with the fact that I’m surrounded by all these people that care about me. So NO, I’m not okay! Okay?!” She cowers at my words, but nods as I feel my tears spring forth, a sob rips from my mouth before I can stop it, and I turn to dash out the front door.

   <Paul POV>

 “Hope wait!” Cait calls, starting towards the door, when I grab her arm, and she looks back at me.

 “Don’t.” I warn, a simple shake of my head, and she frowns.

 “Look, I don’t know what twisted cult you freaks are a part of, but she’s my friend. So even if you don’t care about her-”

 “The hell I don’t! I care about her more than my life.” I snarl, Embry is at his imprint’s side, grabbing my arm that is still holding her wrist.

 “Let. Her. Go.” Embry growls, and I rip my arm out of his grasp, and dash out the door, following the scent of my imprint. Coming out at the cliff that lead to the beach, I pause in mid-step as I see Hope’s hunched over figure, shoulders shaking with sobs, my heart clenches for her pain.

 “Hope.” I breath as she stiffens, wiping her face as I cross to her side, and she clears her throat, her cheeks are stained with tear streaks, and her eyes are ringed red. “Can I sit here?” I ask, pointing to the spot on the ground beside her, and she nods, sniffling a bit.

 “Y-Yeah.” I smile as I sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her as she shutters, and pull her head against my chest.

 “I’m sorry.” She hums, asking fro clarification. “Cait explained to me that you’d been distracted since you’d gotten back from last time.”

 “Yeah.”

 “She said she heard you arguing on the phone with someone, the day of the competition, and you went on the ribbons angry. That’s when you fell.” I wince as I feel pain prickle her chest. “That was the day that Emily was angry, that she’d called to ask you to come back so we could talk. It’s my fault, that you fell.”

 “It’s not.” She sits up, looking at me. “If someone’s not composed in the air, they’re bound to get hurt. I could’ve had them switch me around, but instead, I went out there. It’s my fault that I fell.”

 “I haven’t exactly been the greatest imprint either, mind you.”

 “No,” She laughs, shoving me. “You haven’t.”

 “I’m sorry.”

 “I think you need to change your name, to that. You say it too much.” She teases, curling into the warm that radiates from me.

 “Yeah. Sorry.”

 “There you go again.” She yawns, causing me to chuckle, lifting her in my arms, and carrying her towards the house again. Tucking her into her bed, she’s fast asleep, causing me to smile as I start down stares again.

 “And so the Beast has soothed the Beauty.” Embry states, causing me to glare at him, and he backs off, hiding being Cait, who smiles at me.

 “Thank you.” She says, and I simply nod to her. That’s what I’m here for. I think, stomping outside to transform, starting on my patrol.

#paul lahote x reader #twilight saga #Twilight miniseries #Show Stopper #Show Stopper Part 3 #Paul Lahote x Young!Reader

[sept-dix]

soulmate! au (bae jinyoung)

summary: soulmate! au with baejin in which he’s still an idol who’s part of wanna one a/n: requested

so how it works is that soulmates share emotions

kind of

whenever your soulmate is feeling any type of extreme emotion, you feel it too

and vice versa

and apparently, according to everyone around you who had already met their own soulmates, you’ll just know when you meet yours?

apparently you’re supposed to feel like a rush of a range of emotions when you meet them for the first time, and you just know in your heart that you’ve met them

or whatever

sounds kinda sketchy to you but ok

anyways the one thing you’re thankful for is that whoever your soulmate was seemed to be relatively emotionless lol

he seemed to rarely feel any type of way extremely enough that you felt it too

most of the time growing up, you’d just feel a random sense of joy now and then

of course there were times when he got sad and angry too but those times were rare

but tbh you kind of felt bad for him bc although you were generally an optimistic and happy person, you’re also super short-tempered

so there must have been times when your soulmate who was having a perfectly good and happy day must have gotten fricking irritated out of nowhere

so you always make a mental note to yourself to apologise to him when you two finally meet lol

ok anyways things were going smoothly for about the first 15 years of your life

until suddenly you started to feel super down all the time?

like on some days you’d be going to school, doing your work, hanging out with your friends, doing whatever you usually do but there’d always be this dull ache and sort of.. hopelessness? at the back of your mind

it started out with you feeling this way for like 1 or 2 days in a few weeks but the frequency started increasing to the point where you were feeling like this almost every other day

the reason why you were feeling this way should have been obvious to you but for some reason you just couldn’t figure it out

guess it’s like how people sometimes miss what’s right under their nose

you try to think of reasons why you were feeling this way because honestly everything in your life was going relatively fine and you weren’t particularly having any big problems

you were having a particularly bad day once when you were hanging out with your friends and they notice

so they start asking you about it and once you confess that you have no idea why you’re so lost

they’re like “omg y/n... it’s obvious isn’t it? it’s your soulmate”

and it suddenly hits you and you’re like oh wtf....

and you get a little overwhelmed bc for some reason you’re thinking about how if you were already feeling so low all the time, your soulmate who was the actual person feeling the full force of the emotions must be going through such a hard time

what’s he going through that makes almost every other day so confusing and hard for him? assuming he’s around your age, he’s kinda young to have gone through anything too horrible

the thought breaks your heart

in fact you somehow feel so bad for him that you start tearing up

your friends are like oh y/n :((((

one thing you hate about all this though is that sometimes your own emotions get buried under your soulmates’

like now and then you feel sad or down because of your own life but because your soulmate was feeling that way pretty often you don’t even know whether you’re the one who’s sad or if it’s your soulmate

and this means you can’t even take care of yourself properly

the inherent flaw in the system tskkk

anyways after a few days one of your friends invites all of you over to her house to like hang out

and one of your friends is having a super bad day bc of her soulmate

wtf this kind of thing makes you hate the soulmate system so much because if one person is already sad then why does the universe have to double the feeling and increase the negativity index in the world? smh

in fact you’re so angry about it that you tell yourself to calm down bc if not your soulmate’s gonna feel it lol

so in order to cheer up your friend your other friend suggests you guys watch the second season of produce 101 which had started airing a while ago

and you’re all eager to agree bc y’all loved the first season

so you guys marathon the first few episodes of broduce and even from the first episode you have your eyes set on the mmo boys

i mean how could you not they are literally talking every five seconds

and their performance of A is not too bad and you’re especially interested in the guy with the pink hair like you think he dances super well

so this means that while watching the show you should be most affected by daniel right since you’re the most impressed by him?

wronggg

there’s this other trainee called baejin who looks super shy and anxious throughout the first few episodes and for some reason your heart breaks every time they show him struggling

like you empathise with him so much that you feel like you almost know exactly how he must feel?

you don’t even know much about this guy but you can tell how unsure and hesitant he is

as the weeks pass it becomes a tradition for you and your friends to come together every friday night and watch broduce together (where can i get friends like these lol)

you’re kind of surprised because in the episode where daniel gets ranked last in his sorry sorry team and the disappointment shines through in his eyes despite his smile

you’re more concerned and curious about what’s gonna happen to baejin

so like although you claim to your friends that daniel is your one pick they all know that it’s baejin lmao

as the episodes pass you are sooo glad and proud to see him gaining confidence

when you guys are watching the final episode and baejin is the center for hands on me you actually cRY because of how happy and proud you are

and when it’s announced that he’s going to debut? there are no words to explain how happy and relieved you are bc ur FAV MADE IT!!!

but as you’re watching the ending moments of the last episode and it’s late into the night and all your friends including yourself are sobbing messes

suddenly there’s a thought that sneaks its way into your mind

tbh you weren’t really feeling all sad and low recently? especially in the past few weeks

and it’s just that of course all of you guys were pretty emo about broduce but you were so particularly invested and focused on baejin

and considering the fact that you weren’t one to get so emotional about stuff like survival shows

you feel like it’s almost as if,,,,,,

never mind, you shut yourself up before you can even entertain the thought because it’s a ridiculous one and your friends would probably laugh at you if you voiced it out loud

so you just let it go and cry happy tears for baejin that night and a little bit more for your original fav daniel who has risen to the status of a king and a little more sad tears for jonghyun & the rest

anyways so yeah the days go on as usual after that and you get so busy with school stuff that you don’t really have time to pay too much attention to wanna one stuff

so like around a month later you’re with your friends as always hanging out when one of your friends is like

“hey guys i think wanna one just released their debut mv wanna watch”

and you guys are like hell yeah

so you watch

and the thing is??? you haven’t seen baejin for so long despite being so attached to him bc you’re so busy but the moment he appears on the screen again you’re so overwhelmed bc wtHECK you love this boy

you’re so happy watching them at their debut showcon

and you’re like wow i’m gonna be this boy’s fan forever he’s so talented and amazing and handsome and funny etc etc etc the list goes on 4ever

but as you’re thinking that there’s the other thought creeping into your mind again and you’re troubled

you think about it for a while

and decide that the only way to understand it is if you could meet him

which is nearly impossible because he’s a fricking superstar

but,,, they’re having their first fansign soon and although you don’t have enough money to like buy hundreds of albums to guarantee yourself a spot in it

you decide that maybe you could apply with just one album

if you got in, then it was the universe trying to make something happen

sounds kinda stupid and highly unlikely even to you but you have nothing to lose so you buy that album

((you get daehwi’s photocard lmao))

when the announcement for who got in is up you’re super anxious and you open the website and ???!!!!!

!?!?!!??!

your name is there??!!

you have to rub your eyes and squint a little to make sure that you’re not hallucinating but yes, your name is right there

you are overwhelmed to say the least

like you had no idea what to make of this because??? you literally bought ONE album?????? this has to be a joke

you know you should be grateful and thanking the lords for the miracle because that’s what this was - a damn miracle

and beyond that you’d never actually expected to make it this far but now that you’re here you have no idea what to do next

like you’re Actually gonna be meeting baejin (at the back of ur mind you’re kinda feeling lightheaded at the thought of daniel up close but mmm yeah)

and you want time to slow down so you can slowly plan everything out but of course not

time moves the fastest when you want it to pause

so when the day comes you spend like 3 whole hours getting ready with the help of your friends who are screaming at you because they can’t believe your luck

you don’t dare to tell them the actual reason behind why you applied bc you’re embarrassed lol

but anyways everything else passes in a blur and before you know it you’re inside the tiny fansign venue and the 11 members are right there in front of you

you purposely avoid looking at baejin bc it makes you super anxious and you’re afraid to do it but you do get a little distracted from your original intentions by the other members lol

after all you were a fan of them all

soon you’re queuing up to go talk to them and baejin is towards the middle of the members

you don’t even remember what you talked about with the first few members but once you get to baejin

and look at him

and he looks up at you and says hi?

you

are

floored

for a fleeting second you wonder if this was the feeling of being starstruck

but you look at him and..,,

why does he look starstruck too

“hi! what’s your name?”

he manages out after a second but his voice is kinda shaky and his wide eyes stay on yours

and you try to reply him but you can’t because your voice has run away

and after a second he just puts down the marker and looks at you with his eyes full of so many different emotions

and as cliched as it sounds, in that moment you know

after a few moments of silence you somehow manage to choke out your name

and baejin somehow manages to write it out and sign your album

just as he finishes signing and opens his mouth as if to finally say something, the security behind him looks over and gestures for you to move on to the next member

and your mind is telling your feet to move but somehow you stay rooted to the spot looking at baejin who looks like he has so many things to say

but in the end the security ends up asking you to move again and this time you do

you can’t say anything to the rest of the members because you are sooo conflicted like first of all??? baejin

second of all?? was this the end? you hadn’t even managed to say anything to him

so the rest of the time is a daze and the reality only hits you when you’re back at your seat

and you see him looking at your direction several times

you’re panicking though because you’ve missed your only chance to talk to him so how is anything gonna work out after this?

but suddenly you remember what your mother always told you about these things

if it’s meant to happen, it’ll happen. the universe will find a way to make it happen

surely enough, when the fansign wraps up and everyone leaves

you’ve just stepped out of the door when a burly big man comes towards you

“excuse me, is this y/n?”

one second you’re lowkey scared but you nod anyway

“i’m sorry, could you come back in for a second? bae jinyoung asked for you. i believe it’s something important”

drop me an ask or message me to tell me what u think! thank uuuu for reading <3

ps requests are open

#bae jinyoung #bae jinyoung scenarios #bae jinyoung imagines #wanna one #wanna one imagines #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 imagiens #p101 #kang daniel

[unfolded73]

The Nonlinear Property of Time (1/4)

A Season 7 AU story with time travel. Eventual Explicit rating; this part rated G. 

This fic is dedicated to @allrightfine -- you finally wore me down.

A few important notes:

1. I came up with this fic before 7x02 aired based on a lot of the speculation going on in fandom, and even after it was no longer consistent with canon, I couldn’t resist writing it. It just became more involved to fully describe the time travel scenario. Anyway, the point is Wish Hook isn’t in this. But that does not mean I’m anti-Wish Hook -- surprisingly, I’m pretty psyched for that story now. So please don’t compliment this fic by slamming that character and his storyline, because I don’t really want to see that.

2. This story is going to eventually have a present-Killian/future-Killian/Emma threeway. If that’s not your thing, this fic might not be for you, and that’s okay!

3. This whole scenario turned out to be way more angsty than I anticipated going in. (No wonder the Doctor is such a big mope.) Which I love but also it makes me glad this isn’t what happened canon.

Hyperion Heights, Present Day

The curse broke with a kiss, as these things so often do.

Killian blinked away the prismatic flash and gasped as centuries of memories crashed into his mind in a millisecond. Henry (gods, his stepson) and Jacinda’s lips parted, and he could tell that it was hitting them too, the fact that they’d fallen in love years ago in another realm, the fact that Lucy really was Henry’s daughter after all, just as she’d been telling them all along. Killian sat down heavily on the chair behind him and put his head in his hands while everyone else enjoyed a happy reunion.

He struggled to put the pieces of his life together in his mind, but he had lived so many years, it was like a 5000 piece puzzle had just been dumped out on a table in front of him. Fragments of memories flashed before his eyes: Smee clapping him on the shoulder, Liam issuing a command from the helm of the Jewel, his father hitting him hard enough to knock him to the floor, Milah laughing over a dice game, crossing dulled practice swords with a younger Henry, waking up in bed with his wife. Emma. He gasped as his worst fear struck him. Emma was back in Storybrooke, and he wasn’t with her.

“Grandma!” he heard Lucy say, and he looked up to see her run into Regina’s arms. The touching sight brought to mind more recent years in the realm where Henry and Cinderella’s story had begun, years when he had longed for Emma and yet somehow had not been worried that she was alone. Shaking his head in confusion, he struggled to remember when he’d left Storybrooke, and why.

Then it hit him, and if he hadn’t already been sitting he probably would have collapsed. The other him. He could remember coming to Henry’s rescue and being confronted with another version of himself.

“Do you remember?”

Killian looked up to see Henry had come over to check on him.

“It’s… I fear my memories are playing tricks on me, lad.” His voice was hoarse.

“Yeah, you told us that you would have trouble piecing it together, right before it was time for you to go back to Storybrooke.” He smirked. “Rude of your future self not to mention that we were all going to get cursed, though.”

“That… that was real? I met myself… from the future?”

Henry nodded, his eyes full of compassion, and sat down next to him. “It was real. A decade ago, you and my moms came through a portal because I needed help, and…” He paused, his eyes closing briefly as something like guilt washed over his face. “And then not long after, future you showed up and told all of us that he would have to return to Storybrooke with Emma, while present you would have to stay here.”

“Why? I haven’t seen my wife in ten years just because of some…”

“Time travel paradox? I know.” Henry’s hand settled on Killian’s back in a comforting gesture. “But if you hadn’t been with us… Remember when Lucy was born? It took everything you and Regina had to keep us safe. I’ll… I’ll never be able to repay you for everything you sacrificed for us.” Killian’s eyes followed Henry’s gaze over to Jacinda and Lucy.

“Repayment doesn’t enter into it when it’s family.” He could remember a little more now — could remember the certainty that he would willingly sacrifice anything for Henry’s safety, even his happy ending with Emma — but much of it was still fuzzy.

“So how do you get back to Mom?” Henry asked.

Killian clenched his jaw, still feeling anxious even though he remembered now that if things went according to plan, Emma wouldn’t have to be without him the way he’d been without her. “I haven’t the foggiest.”

“Well, we should probably talk to Grandpa, then.”

“I assume you mean Rumpelstiltskin and not Charming,” Killian said, even as he was internally reeling once again. All of that time he’d spent with Weaver, not knowing what he really was. What their history really was. It was enough to drive a person completely mad.

“Yeah.” Henry looked over at his family again, his expression full of longing. It was obvious that he was torn between his desire to reconnect with his wife and child and an obligation to help his stepfather reunite with his own family.

“Go be with them,” Killian said. “I’ll find the Crocodile.”

“Wow, I haven’t heard you call him that in a while.” Henry’s face once more swam with guilt. “I can come with you; it’s the least I can do.”

Killian shook his head firmly. “You need to be with your wife and daughter right now.” He clapped his stepson on the back. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Okay, just… don’t do any time traveling without saying goodbye, all right?”

“I won’t, my boy.”

“I haven’t heard you call me that in a while either,” Henry said with a smile. “I missed it.”

~*~

“I wondered when you’d turn up,” Rumple said, sitting at the bar and swirling dark liquor in a glass. A half-full bottle of whiskey sat at his side.

Killian walked forward. “Why am I not surprised you broke into Roni’s when it was closed?”

“I don’t think Regina will mind.” He tipped the remaining contents of his glass into his mouth. “Join me for a drink?”

“I’ll pass, thanks all the same.”

Rumple spun around on his barstool and regarded him impassively. “Ah yes, I suppose you’ve got no time to waste, eh? You’ve got a time loop to close.”

“I was hoping you would know something about that, Dark One. How do I do it? How do I get back in time to meet Emma when we came through the portal to help Henry all those years ago?”

Rumple’s eyes widened, and then he threw back his head and laughed.

Killian felt a sharp pain in his jaw as he clenched it. “What’s so bloody funny?”

Just as quickly as he had laughed, Rumple’s face dropped back into a sneer. “What’s funny is that you somehow stumbled into a way to not be separated from your wife and to help your stepson simultaneously, and you don’t even know how you did it. If that’s not textbook Captain Hook, then I don’t know what is.”

“Are you implying that my life has been easy?” Killian said, narrowing his eyes and clenching his fist.

“I’m implying that you’re far too stupid to have lived as long as you have.” He turned back to the bar and refilled his glass. “In any case, I haven’t the slightest idea how you traveled in time in the first place, only that you did. I locked off Storybrooke, and lo and behold there was one Captain Hook there, and one in the realm where Henry met his bride. As if one of you weren’t more than enough.”

“What do you mean, you locked off Storybrooke?” Killian said, stepping up to the bar next to his old enemy.

Rumple raised an eyebrow at him. “This curse really scrambled your brain, didn’t it, old man? Or was it existing in two places in this realm at once that did it? In any case, yes, when I realized the dark power that was rising, thanks mostly to my grandson’s taste in women, I locked Storybrooke off. No portal passage, no mirror messages, no magical sea shell telephone calls, nothing. Not until that dark power was defeated.”

Killian slammed his fist down on the bar. “So the reason I’ve had no contact with my wife in a decade is because of you?”

“I’m fairly certain you are the architect of your separation from your wife. And if I hadn’t protected Storybrooke, then everyone you know and love there would have been destroyed. So you’re welcome. Not to mention, every moment you and your future self exist in the same realm destabilizes the universe. It’s a miracle you didn’t cause a paradox that resulted in everything just winking out of existence. But yes, by all means, blame me.”

“I apologize,” Killian forced himself to say, his throat constricting as if to keep the words in.

“You aren’t the only one with a family in Storybrooke. And unlike you, I don’t get to travel back in time and experience all the things with my son that I missed.” Rumple blinked balefully at him.

Killian felt sudden sympathy for the Crocodile, which was a foreign emotion when it came to this man. “You could come with me.”

His glass slamming on the table, Rumple stood up. “No, I can’t. I can’t, because I didn’t. Don’t you get it? You being in Storybrooke for the last few years may be in your future, but it’s in my past. I can’t be there because I wasn’t there.”

Running his hand over his face in frustration, Killian exhaled sharply. “Well, I can’t be there either if I don’t figure out how it works.”

“And that will create a paradox that will tear apart the realm. You must have left yourself a message. Instructions. A magical object. Think. Is there something in your apartment here in Seattle? Something you couldn’t identify while you were cursed?”

He thought about the sad little place that Detective Rogers had called his home. “No, nothing.”

“Here you are, finally,” Zelena proclaimed as she marched through the door. “I’ve been looking all over for this place.” Regina was following close behind her. “Imagine my surprise, running into my sister on the street and finding out she owns a bar!”

“I was cursed,” Regina muttered, glaring at the two men. “You’re gonna pay for what you drank.”

“Since when does the Evil Queen care about a little bit of cheap booze?” Rumple said.

“Can we focus, please?” Zelena interrupted. “Hook, I have something for you.” She held out a wooden box that sparked a memory of the Jolly Roger. He could almost smell the salt air, looking at that box.

“Where did you get that?”

“You gave it to me in Storybrooke. Along with a date and a location: Roni’s bar, in a little neighborhood called Hyperion Heights in Seattle, Washington. Robyn and I decided to make a cross-country road trip out of it. I have to say, Mount Rushmore was a bit of a let-down. Too many dicks on the dance floor.”

“Zelena, can you please get on with explaining what brought you here?” Regina said.

“There’s not much else to tell.” She took a deep breath. “Hook came to me several weeks ago in Storybrooke. He had this box, which was locked, and asked me to bring it 3000 miles and deliver it right here, right now. Said that the fate of his family and possibly the entire realm depended on me doing this.” She squinted at Killian. “So are you a clone? An alternate universe version of yourself? Or did you take an airplane here just to fuck with me?”

“He’s the same person, just earlier in his timeline than the one who gave you that box in Storybrooke,” Rumple supplied.

“Ah, that explains the other thing you told me, which was that when I got to Seattle, I was not reveal anything about Emma or… anyone else in town. I suppose you were afraid it would muck up the timeline if you knew too much.”

“Can you unlock the box?” Regina asked him.

“It's keyed to my hook, which I don't have,” he said, looking down at the functional prosthetic hand he'd worn when he thought his name was Rogers. “Oh, right, I have that too,” Zelena said, snapping her fingers and reaching into her handbag. She rooted around for a minute before finally producing the shiny metal appendage. Taking the hook from Zelena, Killian turned it around and slid the key in the base of it into the keyhole on the chest. Giving it a ninety-degree turn, the lock clicked open.

“That’s a handy trick,” Zelena commented as he opened the lid.

Everyone peered inside.

“Is that the Black Fairy’s wand?” Regina reached in and took it out.

“That it is,” Rumple said darkly, staring at it. “Taken out of my shop, I’d wager.”

Killian was already reading the instructions that were also in the box, written out in his own careful handwriting. “You’re welcome to keep it, once it gets me where I need to go,” he said, his eyes on the page. Once he’d digested the directions, he passed them over to Regina to read. “Think you can handle it?” he asked her once she’d also read them.

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” She eyed him. “How much do you remember about that day you’re returning to?”

“Almost nothing. It’s like…” He tried to remember it again, tried to force his mind to go back and imagine it, facing another copy of himself, and he squeezed his eyes shut at a sharp pain in his forehead. “It’s like every time I try to think about it, my mind slides away. Trying to force myself to remember makes my head hurt.”

“Probably a side effect of time travel. Or of meeting yourself. It’ll be interesting to see how your mind processes it once you’ve experienced it from the other side,” Regina said, her curiosity clearly piqued.

“Well, I suppose you can ask me yourself, if you’re going back to Storybrooke,” he said to her.

She didn’t respond to that, consulting the spell instructions again. “Are you ready to do this?”

“I need to see Henry again first,” he said, his heart pounding in his chest. “I won’t be able to see any of you for a long, long time, and…” He could hardly process what he was feeling, impatience about finally being with his wife again but a deep sadness that he’d be saying goodbye to his stepson.

“Call him,” Regina said, her eyes full of sympathy. “We can wait.”

Henry came barreling through the door of the bar only a few minutes later with Lucy on his heels.

“It’s time?” he asked Killian.

“Yeah.” Killian pulled Henry into a hug, squeezing as hard as he could. “I’m going to miss you, son.”

“You’ll see me in the past, before you return to Storybrooke with Emma. As I recall, it takes a day or so for the portal to Storybrooke to reopen.”

Killian digested that information. He honestly couldn’t recall what had occurred on that day. “I’ll need to keep my distance, though, lest I reveal anything about your future,” he said, tilting his head down toward Lucy.

“Good point,” Henry conceded.

“Will you bring the family to Storybrooke soon? Your mother will have been missing you terribly. And she’ll want to meet your family.”

“I promise, I’ll see you soon,” Henry said, his voice raspy from barely restrained tears.

“Bye, Grandpa,” Lucy said, and Killian bent down to hug her.

“Bye, Petal,” he said, the nickname he had for her prior to the curse coming easily to his tongue. “From your perspective, you’ll see me again in no time.”

“Finally I’ll get to visit Storybrooke!” she said excitedly, looking up at her dad. “And I’ll get to meet my aunt or uncle, right?” she said.

At the mention of his own child, Killian turned to look at Zelena, but she turned purposefully away. He wasn’t going to get even a hint about his future out of her, it seemed. “After I’ve gone, Zelena can tell you if it’s an aunt or an uncle,” he said cheerfully to Lucy, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that it might be neither. Emma had only been a few weeks pregnant, and any number of tragedies might have befallen his family. There might not be a child at all. He wanted to grab hold of Zelena and shake her until she at least told him if his baby had been born. Instead, he gave his granddaughter a kiss on the cheek and stood up.

“I’m ready, Regina.”

~*~

Storybrooke, Years Ago

“I’m afraid to tell people,” Emma whispered, her chilled hand resting against the open V of his shirt. She kept her eyes trained on the flames dancing in the fireplace. Killian reached down and adjusted the afghan over their legs with his hook while he pulled Emma closer with the arm wrapped around her. He returned his hand to stroking her hair. “We don't have to tell anyone until you’re ready, my love.” “I have a feeling it’ll be obvious way before I’m ready.” To him, it was obvious already. He’d seen the small swell of her belly that morning as she stood before the closet in her underwear, and the sight had been so arresting, it had made him stumble over his own feet. “I just know the minute I tell people, something will go wrong,” Emma sighed. “Nothing will go wrong. The doctor said everything is fine.” “She said that last time too. A few weeks later…” Emma didn’t have to remind him what had happened a few weeks later. The way she’d started to bleed, and how by the time he’d gotten her to the hospital, there was so much blood that Killian had been terrified he’d lose them both. But Emma hadn’t been in any danger, the doctor had told them, even as she had broken the terrible news that the pregnancy was over. These sorts of miscarriages likely indicate that something was wrong with the fetus, she’d said. This is a common occurrence, and it doesn’t mean you won’t get pregnant again and have a healthy baby.

But it had taken them so long to conceive in the first place, and as Emma had sobbed into his chest that night, she’d expressed the fear that was in his own heart: that they weren’t meant to have a child of their own. Seven months later there was another positive pregnancy test, and a tentative, terrified hopefulness bloomed between them as they contemplated the future. “Everything's going to be fine, love.” He ran the flat of his hook over her abdomen. “We're going to have a baby.” “Yeah.” Emma sighed heavily. “I just—” There was a knock on the door. Killian looked over his shoulder and glared at the painted wood, wondering who was disturbing their peaceful evening, while his wife untangled herself from him to go and open the door. “Henry needs us,” Regina said without preamble, marching into the room with little concern for niceties. “What do you mean?” Emma asked. “He sent one of your bottle messages.” She pulled the clear, glass bottle out of her purse and uncapped it. “Help, I’ve been captured by Lady Tremaine,” Henry’s voice projected from the bottle clearly. “Send Emma, Regina, and Captain Hook!” Emma was already reaching for her jacket. “You stay, love. Regina and I can go.” He opened an end table drawer and pulled out two iridescent beans, tucking one in his pocket for later. At least eight others were nestled in the drawer. Once nearly impossible to come by, the restored crop of magic beans was finally flourishing, and he had collected a nice cache of the tiny passports that allowed them to cross realms. “Why wouldn’t Emma go?” Regina said indignantly. Killian met his wife’s eyes, trying to think of an excuse, but Emma just rolled her eyes.

“I’m pregnant, and Killian’s being overprotective,” she explained. “Because of the miscarriage.”

Regina’s eyes softened; she’d been a surprising source of comfort (albeit her own brand of pragmatic, analytical comfort) when they’d lost the baby. “That’s wonderful, Emma.”

“We don’t know what we’re getting ourselves into in Henry’s realm,” Killian said.

“All the more reason to go in with as much firepower as we can,” Emma replied.

“Regina and I can handle it.” The thought of his wife rushing into danger right now made him sick to his stomach. “If I don’t have to worry about you, then I can focus on Henry. Please, love.”

Emma groaned. “Way to guilt trip me. Okay, fine. But hurry, please?”

He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m sure we’ll make all haste, darling.”

“Just don’t tell Henry yet, okay? Especially about… you know. What we’ve gone through. I don’t want him worrying and rushing back here just for me.”

“He’ll want to know he’s going to have a sibling, Emma,” Regina pointed out.

“I know, but I’m not ready to tell him yet.”

“I promise, not a word to Henry,” Killian said, cutting off any further protestation from Regina as he went to stand beside her, hastily buckling on his sword belt. “Are you ready?”

“Don’t open a portal in here,” Emma said, collapsing on the sofa and covering herself up with the afghan again. “It’ll blow everything around and make a mess. “Go out in the yard. And be careful! And tell Henry I love him!”

~*~

A Fairy Tale Realm, Years Ago

“I still think it’s a mistake, not telling him the truth about why Emma didn’t come with us,” Regina murmured to him as they followed Henry through the forest to his cottage.

“She’s feeling superstitious about it. As you recall, it wasn’t long after we’d announced the pregnancy to everyone that she lost the baby. She just hated…” He scraped his hook against a tree trunk. He wasn’t sure if he’d need to find his way back to the location where their portal had opened up, but he wasn’t taking any chances. “She hated people looking at her with pity. That’s why she valued your friendship during that time so much. You didn’t look at her that way.”

“That’s just my cold, standoffish nature,” Regina said with a sardonic smirk.

Killian chuckled. “Whatever the reason, she found it helpful.”

They moved in silence for a while. “So…” Regina drawled. “Henry’s fallen in love with another version of Cinderella?”

“Looks that way.” He scraped a mark in another tree trunk.

“I’m not sure I approve.”

“I’m not sure your approval matters, love. He’s a man grown, leading his own life.”

“I don’t approve of that either,” she said with another smirk, “especially in a realm without modern contraceptives.”

“Do I need to have a man-to-man talk with him about potions now? And here I thought I’d finished with all of that.”

Regina laughed, causing Henry to turn around and glance at them. She lowered her voice again and whispered. “You’re having a baby, remember? You’re starting it all over again. Perhaps with a daughter this time.”

Killian groaned.

“Here it is,” Henry called as he broke through into a clearing up ahead. “Home, sweet home.”

Regina and Killian emerged to see a small, rather run-down hovel. ‘Modest’ was probably the most charitable way it could be described.

“It’s… nice,” Regina said, visibly trying not to recoil.

“Come on in, I’ll get you something to drink and we can talk about what to do next.”

Before they could act on his invitation, a spinning golden portal opened up in the clearing, and Emma Swan rushed through it, her hair in disarray and her red jacket askew on her shoulders.

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait,” she said as the portal closed, and looked at Henry. “Oh my God, you’re so tall!” She ran into his arms.

“Mom!” Henry said, grinning widely and hugging her back. “I thought you were fighting a swarm of tiny dragons.”

Emma pulled away and eyed Killian. “Is that what you came up with? No, Killian wanted me to rest and I thought I could, but I had to see you.”

“Why did you need to rest, are you okay?” Henry asked.

“Yeah, I’m great.” She glanced at Killian and Regina, then back at her son. “I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, Mom, that’s fantastic news!” He hugged her again and then glared at Killian. “You weren’t going to tell me this?”

“Emma asked me not to!” he protested.

“Sorry, sorry, I did,” Emma admitted. “We’re not telling people yet, but…” she paused, giving her son a grinning shrug. “I missed you, kid.”

“I missed you, too.”

Before they could hug each other again, or go inside Henry’s hovel for a drink, or strategize about how to handle Lady Tremaine, another portal opened.

And another Hook stepped out of it.

Chapter 2

#cs ff #captain swan ff #ouat s7 #s7 au ff #hooked queen friendship #captain cobra #tw: miscarriage mentions

[baelllamyblake]

Princess of the Ground ( Bellamy Blake x reader/Modern AU )

Summary : In Trikru, you're one of the best bikers on the motocross track. Every local knows who you are and no one dares to challenge you personally on the dirt. Bellamy Blake, an up and coming biker, has come to to your town to compete in the motocross championship. Will the princess fall from her tower or prevail and rise to the throne ?

Pairing : Bellamy Blake x reader

Warnings : a couple swear words like 6 idk lol

Word Count : 2,025 words. wow i have never wrote something this long before yikes

A/N : So! This is my first fanfic like ever and I’m really just winging it at this point. I personally think it’s a little long but I don’t think it’s all that bad. I kind of want to split it into parts. My inspo was that I just thought it would be really hot to see Bellamy ride a dirt bike and be hella good at it. sorry not sorry ahhh  FEEDBACK WOULD BE SO NICE PLEASE FUCK ME UP WID IT <3 lowkey really scared of how this will turn out

You breathed in the familiar smell of dirt mixed in with gasoline. The sound of distant, buzzing dirt bikes and loud revs made the adrenaline rush through your veins. It was motocross season and it was your time to dominate the track once again.

Arriving to the circuit with your motorbike in tow, locals waved and asked if you were ready to win the championship in passing. You simply laughed at the question and waved back to them politely.

" Are you ready to win, Y/N? " Kane asked, pushing your bike by the handlebars to the designated pit spot. You thought for a moment before turning to your father and shrugging.

" Definitely, hopefully there'll be actual competition this year. " you said, a smug smirk curving your lips. You looked up to the sky, not one cloud in the vast sky. Conditions were perfect. You were going to be the one to take the competition by storm.

" Possibly, Y/N. I heard there's a new competitor coming from Arkadia. I think he might've been in the championship out there. You know, the one you crashed out of. " Kane said, exerting a deep grunt as he lift your dirt bike onto a bike stool. He swiped some stray dirt off the seat before looking to you. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and glanced to the other riders, preparing themselves for what's to come.

" Ugh, don't even remind me about that race. I'm winning this one for sure, dad. Anyway, it's about time, I was getting bored of beating Murphy all the time. " you said, earning a chuckle out of your dad. Murphy moved to your town two years ago and the first time you met him was in the pits, since he was a neighbor to you and your father. You can recall the first conversation you both had.

" Ready to eat my dust, dirt princess? " Murphy spoke up from the side, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were ablaze with a passionate fire. He seemed so sure of himself. Yet, you had no clue who this guy was and all you were doing was casually waiting for the next race to begin.

" Dirt princess, huh? Well, peasant, get ready to kiss my fine, royal ass on the track. " you sassed back, making eye contact that could spark a fire out of thin air. You were determined to win and show this loser who was boss of the ground.

Thirty minutes later, you're in your lineup on the track, every racer anxious to pull the throttle. As soon as that light turned green, you were in your element. Pure instinct took control. It was just you, your bike, and the dirt sailing underneath. You blew the competition out by a landslide.

" You just got lucky, dirt princess! I'll get you next time. " Murphy shouted, holding onto the helmet tightly in his right hand, and quickly rubbing his nose with the other.

" Yeah, yeah, peasant. You had a good time lookin' at my ass from third, don't deny it, " you said, giving Murphy a sultry wink before extending your hand out to shake his. Murphy didn't hesitate to shake your hand firmly, a smirk forming on his face. " I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you. " you stated, maintaining the handshake.

" John Murphy. " he stated, keeping a strong grip on your small hand. You gave him a small smile before stripping your jumpsuit and leaving for home.

" You ready? " your father asked, waving a hand in front of your face, breaking you out of your daze. It was finally time to line up for the first race of the season.

" Born ready. " you said with a determined smirk on your face. You slipped on your F/C jumpsuit, splattered with logo designs and layered with body armor. You slipped on your boots and gloves tightly, making sure they couldn't come off. You fashioned your hair into a low ponytail and slipped on your custom F/C helmet. The hard plastic was decorated in colorful designs and logos. Large, reflective goggles were fit over to keep the dirt out of your eyes. You looked pretty fucking badass.

Ten minutes later, you were in the lineup, standing out amongst the male racers. You were much shorter than the others but you carried your weight just as good as they did, if not, better. You gazed to the left of you and scanned down the line of racers. There was no one out of the ordinary that you noticed. You swiveled your head to the right and caught sight of someone you've never seen before.

" Is he the new guy in town? " you wondered to yourself, briefly examining what the biker was wearing. A black jumpsuit and helmet, both speckled with white accents and brightly colored logos. The number 10 was placed on the side of his helmet and plastered on the back of his suit. He had to be sweating his ass off. His bike was just same, black with white designs. It was kind of hot, seeing someone go against the norm of obnoxiously colored clothes and motorbike. It was a weirdly refreshing sight to see.

" Like what you see, sweetheart? Take a picture. It'll last longer. " Bellamy spoke up with a clear, deep voice. You could hear the obvious smirk on his face but you wouldn't deny the fact that you found him attractive.

" Yeah, I sorta do. It's too bad though; I won't be able to stare at you if I'm in first place. " you said, wishing he saw the wink you gave him behind your goggles. Bellamy gave you a smile under his helmet, coming up with ideas of what you looked like under all the gear.

" You're on. " he said, with a small chuckle. You weren't going to let this new guy phase you from winning. The alarm blared, the light turned green, and bikes immediately took off with a powerful, ear-deafening roar. It was a close race between you and Bellamy stuck on your trail. You pulled through and prevailed in first place, kicking the season off to a good start.

The announcer yelled your name for first place and Bellamy Blake for a close second. The audience erupted in cheers, screams, and yells. Quickly braking and splaying loose clumps of dirt away from you in your drift, you threw your arms in the air and screamed joyfully. You ripped off your goggles and helmet to take in a refreshing breath of the dusty air.

Braking slowly to a complete stop, Bellamy watched you celebrate and turned away to smack his helmet in frustration. Head hung low, Bellamy was taking deep breathes in total disbelief. He never lost to anyone and yet, he just lost to you. You looked to Bellamy with the biggest smile, stretching from ear to ear on your face. 

" Hey! You're really something, stranger! I hope I see more of you around! " You yelled to Bellamy who didn't even try to look up at you. You shrugged it off, put your helmet back on and drifted out of dirt. Bellamy watched your figure ride away through his goggles, groaning in defeat.

" Y/N Kane, you sure are something too. " Bellamy grumbled out through his helmet grill, forcing himself to drive back to the pit tent. He forcefully put his bike up and skulked in a chair, hoping you weren't nearby or anything.

" Did you meet dirt princess? " Murphy spoke up, taking a sip of a water bottle while watching Bellamy contemplate his whole existence.

" Is that what you call her? " Bellamy asked, giving a smirk to Murphy. He nodded, and took a seat next to Bellamy. Bellamy furrowed his eyebrows at how close Murphy was sitting next to him.

" Yeah, she's a real cutie and real killer on the ground. " Murphy explained, taking another swig of his water. Bellamy rubbed his face, reliving the race in his mind. He couldn't maneuver around you for some unknown reason. Bellamy couldn't wrap his brain around it. Your father told you that Bellamy Blake was the name of the black suited stranger and he even showed you a couple videos of him racing. Bellamy was good but you were better. You refused to let him beat you, fueling your passion and desire to win.

The hours of the day went by swiftly and the floodlights soon flashed on, illuminating the rising dust off the track. Your father left you to pack the truck as he left to go drinking with his friends for the night. You groaned in pain as your sore body lifted tool box upon tool box. Murphy took notice of you about to leave so he headed in your direction.

" Hey, princess! Taking first place again as always, why don't you give your subjects a chance? " Murphy shouted out to grab your attention. You lifted an empty gas canister, back turned to Murphy and unaware that Bellamy tagged along.

" Oh, Murphy, my favorite peasant. You know I can't allow that. The princess always gets what she wants. " You replied, lifting another canister into the bed of your truck. You turned around to look at Murphy but your eyes immediately darted to Bellamy who was intensely staring you down. At first, you couldn't tell who he was before your eyes wandered down to the black helmet in his hand. You looked back up to scan his face. Bellamy Blake was very easy on the eyes. His features were so captivating. You couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows and smile at him.

" Like what you see, sweetheart? " you asked Bellamy, giving him a playful smile. Bellamy rolled his eyes, a hint of a smirk on his handsome face. Murphy squinted his eyes in confusion of the interaction between the two of you.

" I see you two have already met. Well, nice job anyway, Y/N. See you both at the next race. " Murphy said, patting you on the shoulder and leaving before the tension between you and Bellamy got any worse. You returned to packing the last of the canisters and slamming the door shut. Bellamy watched your every move closely. He didn't imagine you to be so beautiful and so graceful.

" I don't mind the staring but you don't have to be quiet while doing it. Do you need a ride home? " You said in a playful tone, shooting him a flirty wink. Bellamy blinked a couple times, snapping back to reality. He cleared his throat and looked to the ground, face growing warm and pink. You laughed at him quietly as you could tell he was obviously nervous.

" Is it wrong to admire art, Y/N? And No, I don't. My car is just over there. " He asked, smoothly, giving you a flirty smile with a tinge of lust in his eyes. You were taken aback at how smooth he was.

" It's totally obvious that you're in love with me so tell you what, Bellamy Blake. I'll give you my number and go out on a date with you if you beat me in the next race. " you proposed, raising your hand up for him to shake. Bellamy gasped a little in offense before narrowing his eyes and taking your hand into his.

" You're so on, dirt princess. " Bellamy said, squeezing your small hand slightly. You smiled and pulled his hand toward you while leaning in to give him a light peck on the cheek. His cheeks transitioned from warm and pink to hot and red.

" I won't make it easy. " you said in his ear, warm breath running down his neck. You let go and winked at Bellamy one last time. Leaving him wordless in the middle of the parking lot, you hopped in your truck and drove off.

Bellamy held a hand to the cheek you kissed as he watched you drive off. He couldn't wait for the next race.

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[ikonislife]

Complex

-Bobby x Reader

-Fluff

-I know the title is lame but i seriously ran out of idea on this one. If anyone got a better name, PLEASE, let me know. I don’t know if I like the title all too much so give me suggestion. I am sorry that this is super late, as I am with everything but it’s finally here!!! 

“For the love of God, baby… Are you done yet?” Jiwon huffs, body sprawls out across the beige suede couch of your living room, eyes still glue to the bright screen of his phone.

“Five more minutes…” You sigh softly, hoping to buy just a little more time from the impatient man. The night had started out so splendidly well with music and wine, Jiwon waltzing in the front door impeccable in a simple black suit adorning raven hue heavenly soft velvet lapels. He twirled then tripped, as expected of your clumsy Jiwon, then laugh when you jumped into his arms near spilling the flutes of liquor still in his hands. Once laughters had simmered and mood settled, a fervid kiss ensued like the first spark of summer vibrant firework. He whispered words of love then words of lust softly in your ear, giving you a taste of what to come for the rest of the night. It wasn’t a birthday nor anniversary, neither was it a holiday but that’s just how your relationship works. Getting dressed up and having a fancy dinner aren’t just saved for special dates because honestly, why do you need for it to be some special day to celebrate love. Love should be celebrated any time as Jiwon had so casually whispered the first time he swept you off your feet for a mini vacation that soon started this tradition of unscheduled festivity. And so you were whisked away by your lovely man holding a large shopping bag filled with your outfit for the night. 

That brings the story back to why you were now standing in front of the mirror in the beautiful white satin dress Jiwon had picked out with a frown on your lips. Jiwon had a nasty habit of letting his hands wander, not matter the time or place. He especially loves the summer months when you bare more for the world to see even if it’s out of necessity to combat the sweltering heat. There is almost next to nothing in comparison to the way your skin feels under his fingertips. It’d just start out as a casual protective draping of the arm over your shoulders but soon his fingers begin their dance down your arm. He’d then so cheekily slipping his hand under the strap of your top before letting it graze the curve of your bare back, occasionally even sneaking a feel under your shirt if he feels particularly bold that day. And so surprise, surprise - the back of the back of the dress dips low, it would’ve make everyone blush had it not for the strategic excess of the velvety soft fabric pooling at the bottom hiding just enough. The front low enough to entice but as always, keeping it classy by leaving it up to imagination. Like a waterfall, the satin falls off your body accentuating curves but forgiving enough for any food babies you might gain later in the night. The floor length gown makes you feel like a million dollar princess yet you couldn’t shake the anxiety bitting at your soul. You love your body, and so does Jiwon. You had learned very earlier on to accept everything about yourself because your dear boyfriend would have no part of you comparing yourself to anyone. “You’re the most perfect girl in this world, don’t you ever forget that”, his words echoing in your mind yet you still couldn’t get yourself to slip into yet another pair of ridiculous high heels he had bought. 

That was it, you love yourself, you do but there’s one thing in this world that not even Jiwon could make you accept - you fucking hate how tall you are. Most your friends, even strangers go on and on about how blessed you were with the height department, how convenient it must be but you just don’t see it. Before you had become Kim Jiwon’s other half, when you were just the best friend with the monumental crush that was obvious to everyone except one person, you had watched as he filmed videos, then shows, then skits with girls after girls after girls. All of them gorgeous and of course, all of them dainty and petite like a daffodil dancing softly in the light breeze of spring while you’re like a giant sunflower that just towers over everything. You tried on flat, even the tiniest heels you had and nothing could save the ridiculous amount of left over fabric dragging on the floor. Your eyes meet the pair of nude heels sitting pretty on the plush softness of your vanity chair warily, almost fearful to put them on. Against your better judgement, you slip them on anyways, how could you not when he had put so much effort in picking out the perfect shoes with your perfect dress. With a sadden sigh, you stare at your giant reflection, twirling then gazing from back to front. Although you couldn’t deny that the shoes were made for this dress, your coward heart couldn’t bear the thought of everyone staring, the whispers as you pass by even if the rational side of yourself know they could just be talking about any mundane thing in the world… You couldn’t let yourself face the world, you just weren’t brave enough so off the shoes go and so is the dress.

Jiwon couldn’t understand what in the world could his girl still be doing after nearly two hours of getting ready. It’s not like he doesn’t know make up, he himself has to go through the whole process every single shoot. Not just so but every time he gets the chance to laze around the house, he’d be right there by your side, watching as you carefully pat in layers that he honestly feels like you don’t need. Yet he never say a thing because he loves the effort you put in, even if he thinks you’re already the most beautiful person in the world without the extra helps. Patient running low, Jiwon pulls himself off the couch he nearly fell asleep on 3 different times, wincing that the crisp white shirt was now sporting lines like a well seasoned old timer. 

You were so enthrall in your world of self pity that the creak of the door completely misses your ears. Jiwon crept in, lightest steps he could with a smirk on his face, it’s time for payback for the whole hidden wasabi fiasco a few weeks ago. There’s no way he could bring himself to feed you something so caustic even if you did just that, ruining a perfectly good piece of sushi but never mind that he spent the rest of the night groaning and dying, he will be the bigger man so a scare will have to do. Snickering a bit, he pokes his head in preparing to jump onto you but the second his eyes met with your figure, his smile dropped. 

There you stand so beautiful and sweet yet your features, solemn and tormented. Your hand smoothing over your hips then with a quick grasp, your hand pulls the dress up just enough to review the pair of heels he had spent hours on picking. A gentle smile graces Jiwon’s lips at the sight of how perfect you made the dress look but once again, his smile falls when you frustratingly kicks off your heels, eyes glisten no doubt on the brink of tear. Your fingers carding through your hair before they move onto unzipping the dress, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Baby girl, what do you think you’re doing?”

Your soul nearly jumps out of your body when those familiar hands clasp tight around yours, guiding the small zipper back up. 

“Ji-Jiwon. I- nothing…”

You lie even though you knew there was no point, he had already seen through your curtain of deception and truthfully, if anyone could read you like the back of his hand, it’d be Jiwon. 

“Baby… why are you taking off the dress? Do you not like it?” His arms found purchase around your waist, tightening you in a soul crushing hug as he rest his chin gently on your shoulder. 

“I love the dress…” You pause for a second. How could you lie to him yet at the same time, how could you trouble him with something so stupid. 

“But?” curiosity at the tip of his tongue, anxious to know why you can’t see yourself the way he sees you. 

“I just wanted to wear the black pair of heels and it didn’t go together, you know. Just, girl stuff.” a chuckle left your lips but his eyes train on your eyes, plague with sadness… Something he never, ever wants to see.  

“Come on, love. We’ve been together long enough… Tell me…” His face snuggles into the crook of your neck, nosing at that soft scent that brings him so much comfort because it means home, it means you. Soft kisses sprinkle the way down your shoulder before finding their way up to your cheeks. You couldn’t hold it in anymore, eyes squeezing shut at the thought of keeping this stupid insecurity from him.

“Is there anything you’d want to change about me?” Your voice frail and whispery, barely audible, at the edge of your seat for a reply.

“Uhm…” He pauses and your eyes shut, waves of despair hitting you like a freight train, you knew it… “You know when you sleep, sometimes you hit me in the face. I know you don’t mean it but it still hurt, babe. But it’s okay, I love you regardless.” A sweet kiss chases your confusion, what in the world is he going on about.

“I mean, you know, physical aspect… not that.” You honestly lost all your words at this point, Jiwon had always been strange to say the least but that was such a random answer that you were completely thrown off.

“No, I don’t know. Our sex life is beyond great… I mean, look at you, look at me. How could we not have great sex… I could show you right now if you’re still doubting.” That grease ball, honestly, you have no word at how often he could get it on. With a few sly winks, his hands snake their way up to your chest, no shame on his face as he gives them a few squeeze all the while littering kisses all over your shoulder. “Hmm, no bra huh... Looks like i picked the right dress” He near moans and any other day, you’d already be on your knees but not right now, not today.

“Not that. Stop it. I’m serious, babe~” He earned quite a few slaps on the hand from you before one more lingering kiss meets your neck, halting his fun to a stop.

"alright. Well you're obviously have something very specific in mind so why don't you just tell me... that way we can solve it together." Spinning you to face him, his lips find their way back to yours, hand gently cupping your cheeks.

“I- Don’t you think I’m too tall?” You exhale against his lips, only to be push off from a very shock Jiwon.

“Why would your height matter. Baby, what?!”

“I know it’s silly but don’t you think I’m too tall for you? I just think we don’t match... when I watch you film with other girls, they looks so cute and delicate under your arms... Me? I’m like an ugly giant. I’m already near your height, plus the 10 million pairs of heels you keep buying me aren’t exactly helping the case. I don’t kno-”  You words like vomit, ugly and spewing without care of where it hit but it wasn’t long before Jiwon shut you off, upset lacing in his every word. Jiwon loves to listen to you vent, no matter the topic but this is one thing he couldn’t bear listening to.

“No. Shut it, Y/n. I will not allow for my girl to be bad mouthed even if she’s the one doing it, especially if she’s the one doing it. God, Y/n... how long have you been keeping this in? It’s not silly if you’re worrying sick about it. You can tell me anything, love.  Baby, I told you, I will love you no matter what. You’re the fucking most beautiful girl in my eyes, why, why won’t you see that? Even if your boobies sag and your butt wrinkly in the future, I will still love you and think you’re the best person in this world.” Forever mischievous, his words always find a way to lift a smile onto your lips. “Beside, I didn’t get with you because you’re beautiful. I fell for you because of your kind soul and eccentric self that match me so well. Even if you weren’t pretty, I’d still fall for you.” His eyes frantic, searching for any sign of doubt still left over in yours but all he sees was tears. “No, don’t cry. Listen to me, not the world. Who care what the lame ass media say, you’re my girl and I won’t have you any other way... Slapping me in the face in your sleep or not, you’re still my girl, don’t you dare change yourself.” He finishes his speech with a big grin, thumbs working overtime to wipe away whatever tears ruining your make up. 

“You make me the happiest woman everyday, you know that? I love you so much. I-Thank you.” Diving into his arms, you snuggle close to his chest feeling your worries smoothing away with each pass of his hand over your back. 

“So, what do you say... Put them heels on, then we can have another best night of our lives?” With a fleeting kiss to your cheek, he proposes an offer you could never turn down. With a soft nod, the bright bunny smile was back on his lips as he bends over, slipping those shoes that you’re no longer dreading on as if you’re Cinderella before pulling you in for one last hug. Insecurity isn’t something you’re going to fix overnight nor is Jiwon a fairy godmother that can fixes it with a flash of his handsome smile and a wave of a wand. It’ll be awhile before you can forgo all your anxiety and proudly stand next to him, heels and all, but at least for tonight, you’ll be okay. At least for tonight, you’re taking one step forward in the long journey of learning how to embrace yourself and the best part of all, Jiwon will be there every step of the way.

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